#this is why I don’t normally do reblog sprees of things

[breannasfluff]

I'm a little afraid to ask, and this probably sounds very odd, but am far more curious for an answer, what's with the Godzilla(?) kick? Like, nothing against it, you do you, just curious why my home page is filled with random Godzilla art. Fun new hyper fixation? New movie came out that I haven't heard of? I wish to know more about the random things you reblog

Lmao yeah, there’s a new movie.

Went to see it yesterday. Giant monster battles are fun. Godzilla is so cool and he got the Barbie glow up.

[changenameno]

The Thief (One-Shot)

(Complete)

Summary: You’ve always been quite the troublemaker. And pickpocketing was your favourite pastime. However you hadn’t noticed the bearded man watching you, until it was too late. Whatever will he do with you?

 

Paring: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, reader is a thief, being caught, cursing, degrading words, abuse of authority, but reader is enthusiastic about it, enthusiastic consent given, rough sex, p in v

Word count: 2.9K

 

A/N: That scenario has been stuck in my head for some time, so I thought I’d put it into writing. As always any mistakes are my own. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Thank you and enjoy!❤️✨

 

 !Neither Walter Marshall nor Nomis are my creation!

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Your fingers felt like they would fall off any second now. It was freezing and still, you had purposefully neglected to wear gloves. Why?

Simple, you were lighter fingered when your hands weren’t encased in any sort of fabric. Though right now you wondered if it had been a mistake, since the feeling in your hands had been gone for about an hour.

 

 

You had underestimated the cold front the weather guy had talked about, especially because it was only October.

 

 

Standing to side of the crowd, you watched possible targets go about their day, buying things on the farmers market. Completely unaware of your eagle eyes, keeping track of, where they put their wallets.

 

 

You knew, it was a bit risky pickpocketing right here, because the police had doubled their efforts, since an awful lot of civilians had reported their stolen money or missing wallets in the past few month. So to placid them, they had promised to update the security in the area.

 

 

Though you hadn’t seen said ‘updated security’, you were aware of the possibility of undercover cops. But that did next to nothing to dissuade you from your weekly shopping spree. Normally you didn’t keep watch that long, but you had hoped maybe the cop would show themselves. Hence the delay.

 

Though they didn’t reveal themselves.

 

 

And you didn’t want to wait much longer to relive someone, of the awful burden of carrying so much money around, because your fingers would truly fall off soon. That’s why your eyes were set on your final target.

 

 

A middle aged woman, whose attire looked so expensive and out of place, you were convinced she had some money to spare.

 

 

Before reconsidering and risk being exposed to the cold any longer, you made your move. Diving into the crowd, carefully trailing the woman with the red handbag, in which you knew her matching red wallet was uncaringly stuffed into, after her last purchase.

 

 

It was nearly too easy, as she stopped again, leaning forward to inspect the goods more closely, making her bag move backwards and an even simpler target for you. She didn’t even notice, how close you’d gotten, let alone when your hand had slipped into her bag, swiftly removing her wallet. As quickly as you could you opened it and removed the money, stuffing it into your coat’s pocket, before putting her wallet back into the handbag.

 

 

To prevent making anyone suspicious, you too leaned over the goods for a few seconds, as if you were inspecting them as well. Next you politely smiled at the vendor and then moved away, slithering through the mass of people. Escaping. Or so you thought.

 

 

You hadn’t even reached the spot from where you had kept watch, when someone rather rudely crashed into you from behind, grabbing your arm. Exasperated at their behaviour you tried to twist around, though it was in vain, with the iron clad grip they had on you, so you just struggled, cursing under your breath, “What the fuck…let me go! This instant!”

 

 

Whoever was behind you, only tightened their grip further, chuckling lowly, “Oh I don’t think so, hon.”

 

 

Still struggling in the hold, you slightly panicked because the man really didn’t let go at all, hissing you threatened him, “Let go you arsehole, or I’ll scream! Then you have to explain yourself to the fucking police!!”

 

 

He didn’t have any difficulty keeping his hold on you, despite you trying to wrestle yourself free. Suddenly he was even closer, sturdy body pressed against yours, as his warm breath tickled your ear, “Aww is that an invitation? Because as a matter of fact, I am the police.”

 

 

You ceased your fighting instantly. Shit. Now you really panicked. What would he do? He most certainly had caught you redhandedly. Your body couldn’t decide if it was overheating or ice cold, switching between the two sensations as if your panicked state wasn’t enough to deal with already.

 

 

“Mmmh, not so feisty anymore, are we now, you little thief?”

 

 

Crap his deep voice and mocking manner, made heated waves roll through your body, apparently it had settled on confused arousal, you cursed quietly.

 

 

“What was that? Cursing at a police officer is just as a serious offense as stealing, you know.”

 

 

You didn’t know what to do, you just went slack in his hold, submitting to the muscled man behind you.

 

 

“That’s what I thought,” he taunted you further.

 

 

At last he set into motion, taking you with him, gliding through the crowd and further to a police car parked in an alley. Only once he’d pushed you into the backseat, slamming the door shut, reality hit you again.

 

 

You had been caught. Now sitting in a police car, probably soon on the way to the nearest precinct. You didn’t even know what would happen next. Could they throw you in prison for this? Would there be a hearing? Damn it, you never had to think about the consequences before…

 

 

The front door opened and he entered, distracting you for a second, as your eyes roved over his form. Great, not only did he have an alluring voice, he also had to be extremely attractive. His clear blue eyes met yours, grinning in triumph, “You have any idea, how much trouble you’ve caused us?”

 

 

You didn’t know what made you so bold, as you cheekily replied, “I’m terribly sorry officer, but I just can’t help myself. Always been a trouble maker.”

 

 

He buckled his seat belt, turning to the front again, shaking his head, mumbling, “Bet you are.”

 

 

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As you finally arrived at the precinct, it was dark outside. Apparently he hadn’t driven to the nearest one. He opened the back door of the car once more. Immediately steel grip on you, pinning your arms uncomfortably behind your back, as he manoeuvred you to the door leading into the police station.

 

 

It was eerily quiet inside. You didn’t see anyone, as you turned your head left and right.

 

 

Then another officer came into view.

 

 

“Ah hey there, Marshall! Finally, was just about to leave.”

 

“Bennet, you know you can’t leave, if no one’s here, right?”, Marshall answered, clearly annoyed by that Bennet guy.

 

 

“Yeah, yeah I know. Sooo, whose that?”, Bennet nodded to you.

 

 

“None of your business. Just go home.”

 

 

Bennet quickly shuffled out of the way, as Marshall and you passed him. You two went around a corner, away from the desks through a never ending corridor. Glaringly white light beaming down on you, making your eyes burn after the prolonged darkness in the car.

 

 

The station was bigger than you thought it’d be, as you turned another corner. Though here he finally stopped, in front of a small cell. You heard the jiggling of the keys, then he unlocked the door, letting go of you and pushing you inside as he entered as well.

 

 

You turned around, suppressing a shiver when he crossed his arms, towering over you.

 

 

“Come here.”

 

 

You ignored his command, shaking your head.

 

 

He sighed, approaching you,” Hon, this is standard procedure. I’ve got to pet you down, make sure you’ve got nothing dangerous on you.”

 

 

You froze, when your back hit the wall. You weren’t afraid. Actually quite the opposite, you were exited at the prospect of this gorgeous man petting you down. Letting his big hands glide up and down your body.

But you were determined to not let, him, know that. And you were convinced if he came any closer he’d know.

 

 

But you were trapped. He came to a stop in front of you. Concerned he’d furrowed his dark brows, “May I?”

 

 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

 

 

You’d let him do anything, if he looked at you like that. Not trusting your voice you nodded.

 

 

He squatted down, warm hands settling on your calves, slowly moving up. Your eyes widened when you saw the burning desire you felt, mirrored in his ocean ones.

 

 

Not able to conceal your excitement, you automatically widened you stance, as his hands moved beyond your knees. Thumbs stroking over your inner thighs teasingly, making you pant loudly.

 

 

His amusement was crystal clear with the way he smirked up at you, “Already getting exited, you little thief?”

 

 

You whimpered pathetically as his right hand was now dangerously close to your pulsing centre. Closing your eyes in anticipation, your breath hitched in surprise, when he’d suddenly stood up. Bearded face in front of yours, making your eyes fly open again.

 

 

He cupped your chin, tilting your head back a little, whispering, “Are you sure, you want this?”

 

 

“Yes,” you breathed back.

 

 

“I need you to be absolutely sure you want this just as much as I want this.” Blue eyes serious and flitting between yours.

 

 

You were touched by his gentleness, and quite relieved he made sure, you were on board with this. To wipe any doubts from his mind, you pressed your lips against his. Starting to kiss him fiercely.

 

 

He was a bit taken aback by your initiative, but only for a second, before he moved against your soft lips. His pink tongue begging for entrance, which you immediately granted. Deepening the kiss. When you pulled away, both of you panted, taking in the much needed oxygen.

 

 

He’d leaned his forehand against yours, growling softly when your swift fingers started to unbuckle his belt. Not able to hold back, you let them slide into his boxers, gasping when you felt how big he was. You couldn’t even close your hand around his shaft, though you began pumping him anyway, making his hips buck forward.

 

 

“Fu-uck, you’re really good with your hands aren’t you, hon?”

 

 

“What can I say, if I see something I like, I need to have it, Mr. Marshall.”

 

 

All the while your hand had moved back and forth on his hard rod, freeing him, as you’d pushed his pants and boxers down to his meaty thighs. It made him grunt loudly. His hands curling around your hips, then advancing toward the fly of your jeans, pulling your sipper down.

 

 

“Let’s see how wet you are for me, honey.”

 

 

And sure enough two long fingers dipped into your panties, feeling around your dripping walls, until he found your wet centre and plunged into your pussy.

 

 

Moaning wantonly you nearly let go of his cock, when his perfect fingers curled and pressed into your sweet spot.

 

“Argh, yeah right there.”

 

 

“Thought so, you’re clenching around me like crazy. Can’t wait to feel your tight, little snatch around my cock.”

 

 

You tried to reciprocate, moving your hand up and down, but it was impossible with the way his fingers sped up, carefully scissoring you open.

 

 

But he didn’t seem to care, enjoying how loud he could make you moan for him. As he pulled his fingers out, you mewled, unhappy at the sudden emptiness.

 

 

He cooed,” Aww darling don’t worry you’ll feel full again in a second.”

 

 

With that he pulled down your jeans and panties, only than noticing that he couldn’t remove them completely, because of your boots. Huffing annoyed, he didn’t even wait to pull off the boots. Instead he hauled you onto the small bed in the corner, lifting your legs and pushing your ankles down beside your head.

 

 

The new position had exposed you so entirely that you whimpered in embarrassment. He didn’t care though, burning gaze fixed on our soaking wet pussy, unconsciously liking over his lips, at the mouth-watering sight of you spread out, below him.

 

 

He quickly reached for his painfully throbbing cock, wanting nothing more than to bury it in your tight cavern. He rubbed the head between your sopping folds, collecting your juices to make the entrance smoother.

 

 

“You ready?”

 

 

Your nod was all he needed, as he began pushing against your hole. Slowly spreading you around his fat cockhead, before pushing further and further inside. Your breathing was shallow, as the monstrosity entered you.

 

 

“So biiig…”

 

 

He had the audacity to laugh, “Well hon, you said you needed to have the things you liked. And I’m simply giving them to you, aren’t I?”

 

 

Just then he finally bottomed out, making you whimper and him moan lowly.

His large firm hands rested on your calves, making sure they and you would stay in the position he’d put you in. Panting he smiled down at you, “So pretty for me. Have to start moving, your cunt is to fucking tight.”

 

 

Blazing blue eyes focused on your slit engulfing his cock, as he agonizingly slow moved back. He grunted when he pushed his hips forward, forcing his entire length back inside. Stretching your cunt, filling your body thoroughly once more.

 

 

“Quicker. Please M-Mr. Marshall, need more…”

 

 

He groaned, “Such a needy thing. But I expected nothing less off a little thief.”

 

 

You wanted to curse at him, but all that left you was another mewl, as he continued his slow, slow pace.

 

 

“Maybe if you beg again, honey. But this time, address me as Walter. After all I’m not your boss.”

 

 

Fully sheathed inside you, it was extremely hard to string together any sentence, but you tired your best, as you needed him to pick up his pace.

 

 

“Pl-please Walter… quicker, harder. Fuck me as hard as you can…please.”

 

 

“What a dangerous thing to say, honey. But your wish is my command,” he winked at you.

 

 

Walter finally pulled back, delivering a hard and heavy thrust, making you cry out, at the shocking wave of pleasure wracking your body.

 

 

Your fingers dug into the mattress, holding on for dear life, as he began hammering away. Rutting into you so violently, he smacked against your clit with ever thrust. Pulling a blinding, toe-curling orgasm from you.

 

 

He’d stopped moving for a bit, grinding his hips into yours, prolonging your orgasm. Walter made a low guttural sound, before picking up his pace once more.

 

 

Yelping as he ploughed away at your weeping pussy, he kept your legs pressed against your chest.

 

 

“Not nearly done with you yet, honey,” he panted.

 

 

One moan after the other was pulled from your lungs as your poor cunt didn’t have any time to recover and was just thrown into immediate pleasure again, as his massive cock made its way in and out of your body.

 

 

“Hnnm…pl-please. Wa-alter,” you squeaked.

 

 

 

Walter growled and picked up the pace even more. He pulled out completely, before driving home with every single thrust.

 

 

“Cl-close. I’m so close, honey.”

 

 

He kept slamming into your body, as you egged him on, “Yeah… please fill me up, Walter!!”

 

 

That’s what tipped him over the edge, taking you with him as your second orgasm was pulled from your exhausted body, feeling his seed entering you. Cock pulsing inside you, as a last deep moan left his lips.

 

 

Then he stilled, locking eyes with you, “Fuck… that was amazing, hon.”

 

 

Blinking up at him, you smiled, sighing when he slipped out, warm dripples of his and your residue running down. Walter let go of your legs. Wanting to protest as he pulled your panties and jeans back up, even though you were still dripping his cum.

 

 

He hushed you, “Ah, ah, ah. A little punishment is due don’t you think? Keeping my seed inside till you’re home is the least you could do, when I let you off with a warning, isn’t it, you little thief?”

 

 

You nodded, smirking at his decision, while he buckled his belt.

Then he added,” Though you obviously have to give me the money.”

 

 

Damn it, you had hoped he’d forgotten about that. But his outstretched hand said otherwise, so you pulled the money from your coat pocked and handed it over disgruntledly.

 

 

“That’s a good girl. Thank you,” he teased as he put it into his back pocket.

 

 

He turned around, opening the cell and letting you out, leading you back through the corridor you had come from with his hand touching your lower back.

 

 

When you arrived at the front room of the precinct it was completely deserted. He surprised you with the searing kiss he bestowed upon your lips.

When Walter pulled back, his blue eyes seemed to sparkle, “I really enjoyed that. All of it. Maybe next time, you’ll be here, it’s not because you committed a crime, yeah?”

 

 

“Can’t make any promises, but I’m sure our paths will cross again.”

 

 

Then you slipped out the door, vanishing into the night, but not without releasing a gleeful laugh as your fist closed around the money in victory.

 

Unbeknownst to Walter, you had stolen it right back during the kiss.

 

 

The minute you were gone he had noticed the missing money, roaring, “Fuck! You little minx! Get back here!!” Running out the door himself.

 

 

Walter could have sworn he heard you giggle in the distance, as he set out to chase after you.

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[oneluckygoose]

House of the Rising Suns

Info post about my Marauders era fanfic! It will be edited and added to as things about it change, so if you plan to regularly read, I suggest checking in every once in a while to see if something's changed.

It will be posted on Ao3 exclusively, so if you see it anywhere else it means someone has stolen my work. Don't be afraid to report it.

Here's a link to the first chapter: Dear Minerva

It is a fic starting in 1971 and ending 1981 following the Marauders, the Slytherin Skittles, and the Valkyries through their journey through Hogwarts and the First Wizarding War. I don't yet know if it is cannon compliment or not, but I will figure it out with time. All posts I make about it will be tagged with "#house of the rising suns" and "#house of the rising suns oneluckygoose"

Here are the characters that will have POVs: Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Mary MacDonald, Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Pandora Lovegood (Rosier), Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom, and (ew) Severus Snape.

For the shippers out there --- Endgame ships: Wolfstar (Remus and Sirius), Jily (James and Lily), Dorlene (Dorcas and Marlene), Rosekiller (Evan and Barty), Fralice (Frank and Alice), the Lovegoods (I don't actually know their ship name, but it's Pandora and Xenophillious). --- Ships in the story: Jegulus (James and Regulus), Marylily (Mary and Lily), Pandalily (Pandora and Lily), Remus and Marlene, Sirius and Mary, and characters with OCs that I've added (none of them will be endgame or treated like well known and endgame ships, they're all destined to end eventually).

NO SMUT AT ALL! I'm asexual, I do not feel comfortable writing it. It'll happen eventually, but it won't be explicit. When it does, though, it will be fade to black or very very vague descriptions. They're teenagers, I get that, but I refuse to write it in detail. Sorry, but no.

There is a greater description of it all under the cut! (and in the reblogs, this got really long)

!!!!Disclaimer: The last one is extremely important, so if you don't want to read all of these, at least scroll down and read the last bullet point (which will be in the reblog)!!!!!

Scottish and Desi James; Welsh/Jewish Lily; Welsh Remus, and Severus; French/English Blacks; IRISH Peter; SCOTTISH Marlene; Dutch Dorcas; French Mary; British Rosiers; and British Barty, Italian/British Frank, Taiwanese/British Alice.

Jegulus, personally I think Jegulus is a very important thing for James’ growth and for Regulus to distance himself from his family’s ideals, but I also don’t think it could ever last. It will probably be a 5th-6th year arc and they break up after Regulus gets the Mark beginning of James' 7th.

Endgame Jily because their story is one of my favorites, and if I do make it a canon compliment ,then I would need to write it with natural progression. Also I just love Jily.

Get ready for a lot of 70's music. It becomes a big deal when Lily brings her record player in second year and then when Queen debuts in 1973 and Sirius falls in love.

I’m on the fence about making it a canon compliment because I choose to be HAPPY, but I don’t need to make that decision now and so I won’t (also I like the idea that Peter is good, screw me)

Aroace Peter, my little boy loves his friends and doesn’t understand why he doesn’t love like they do. A dating spree probably in 5th year but he just cannot figure out how to do the romance thing.

No sex, sorry guys we’re keeping this M rated. I’m asexual and do not feel comfortable writing that in the slightest, it would all be fade to black

Asexual Lily, to whoever HCed that, can I marry you? I love ace Lily and I think it just adds an arc to her story that is normally extremely sexualized. My girl will punch you in the face if you look even a tiny bit lower than her eyes.

*Side note* Lily's taste is also so funny. Like it goes: badass, rolemodel, stunning woman to badass, loving, protective, also stunning woman to badass, ethereal, insane, overwhelmingly beautiful woman to that one guy over there making love eyes and doing finger guns. God I love Jily so much. *End of side note*

Asexual Regulus. I am sick and tired of seeing Jegulus being completely sexualized in every single piece of content I encounter. I firmly believe their story can be extremely compelling and beautiful without falling into sexual stereotypes and just literally making everything about them sexual. All that aside, being asexual makes a lot of sense for Regulus' character, in my opinion. I want to make it clear I'm not doing this just to change Jegulus, I genuinely believe that Regulus' character is compelling with him being asexual, and I don't see a lot of asexual representation in the marauders fandom, so why not add in something good? (There'll be a lot more to Regulus' character though, trust me.)

More in reblogs

[tabithatwo]

do you actually like anything about this season?

Yes!! I have made plenty of posts throughout the season that are about things I like! The exploration of Shauna’s psychosis and tbh most of natalie’s story 96 and 21 hits for me and hot milf rich bitch lottie and Shauna’s I love murder spree and everything callie and tai van 96 and 21 have been largely great moments that hit so good for me and the exploration we do get of tais sight and lottie nat tai jackie leadership parallels and juxtapositions and etc etc etc.

If I didn’t like anything about the show I wouldn’t be here lmao. But the posts I’ve made talking about WHY I don’t like the things I don’t like have gotten a lot of attention. Often because other people feel this way and don’t know how to say it or feel alone in it or afraid to talk about it because people FLIP FUCKING SHIT ON YOU lol. I don’t comment on peoples posts or reblog their posts to disagree with them. If they like an aspect I don’t then I think that’s great. I put my own thoughts on my own blog because I can talk about whatever the fuck I want, things you love are not above criticism, disappointment is fucking real, so on and so forth.

I’m gonna take this in good faith because it isn’t overtly hostile but if you’re sending overtly hostile asks they’re just getting deleted lmao I got a wild hair and replied to one (not THIS one but one before this to be clear!) but that’s all I’m not gonna feed you and I’m gonna keep posting whatever the fuck I want <3

(Edit to say anon saw your second ask thank you for being genuine and curious I figured you probably were which is why I answered this one in particular <3 sorry your ask got used to explain the ways other people are behaving lol I had like 20 in a row and yours was the one that seemed genuine and not in the range of rude to literal threats lmao people are So Normal about this stuff!! Thanks for clarifying <3)

[afriendlyblackhottie]

get chris into a room with jiggling butts and its GAME OVER💀

Request: Sorry but I was just wondering if you could do a C Evans or S Stan fan fic about a famous black reader because I haven’t seen you do one in a while . I don’t mind if you don’t I’m just asking. 😁

Need to Know

Summary: as soon as you laid eyes on chris you knew you needed to have him

Pairings: Chris Evans x famous!black!reader

Warnings: smut, minors dni, daddy kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex

(A/N: idk wanted to put something out for Halloween. Obviously title credited to Doja Cat. Unedited (sorry). Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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Chris felt almost overwhelmed as he walked into the room. Not even knowing where to start.

This isn’t how he planned to spend his Halloween, but if anything it felt pretty appropriate. He wasn’t exactly sure what the theme for the video was, but he couldn’t wait to see after you got out of hair and makeup.

He was used to living life as a player but this was something else. When you invited him to be apart of your video shoot he’d looked up what to expect but damn. This was something else.

What had started out as a little joke on the timeline with you asking what his number, sign, and how he liked his eggs had turned into this.

While the two of you joked around on Twitter at first, things had quickly escalated to him actually giving you his number. Fans geeking out because how fucking unexpected. But apparently you’d watched Infinity War for the first time and had to know.

Leading you to post.

Daaaaamn what’s your name, what’s your sign, how do you like your eggs in the morning? Can I get that number booo daaaamn he fine

Obviously the internet practically exploded.

Especially when he responded.

Chris. Gemini. Scrambled.

Normally he didn’t do shit like that but fuuuuuuck he saw that ass. And those tits. How he wanted to put his lips on your brown skin and feel how soft you were.

And honestly the more he talked to you, the more he liked you. But meeting hadn’t been possible with your schedules. That’s why he was trying so hard to keep his eyes to himself.

Not that it was really that hard. You looked… you were the star for a reason. But shit he was still a man.

Maybe this was a test.

You had to know he was into you and clearly you were into him. Maybe you were making sure he could keep his hands to himself and… shiiiiit he didn’t even know they made asses like that.

“Cah-ris,” you said in a sing song voice as you came up to him. “What do you think?”

He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from a girl walking by him. You giggled as you looked at him. Giving him a little twirl.

Chris couldn’t help it as he let out a laugh at your costume. Not that you didn’t look good, but he just surprised.

Your skin had been painted green, antennae’s coming out of either side of your temple. Still half naked but honestly he was kind of appreciating the whole alien aesthetic. You were even wearing a shirt that had the nasa logo with your name in it. Obviously that was some merch he’d need to cop.

“You look-,” he laughed more. “Beautiful. You look beautiful. I like your antennas.”

Not like he was lying. By now he’d done a pretty fair amount of ‘research’ on you. Had practically studied your Wikipedia as curiosity had killed the cat and he needed to know more. From there it went to watching a few videos and fuck you really liked to be half naked. And you looked cute as hell right now.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t done the same. Had gone on a googling spree when you saw him fine as hell in that movie.

Then you had the nerve to get along over text which lead to a phone call which lead to face time. Talking at all hours of the night. Staying up late despite the time differences.

Sure he knew he swore off dating celebrities, but he had a soft spot for you. It was the same for you too. Had promised yourself no more men like Chris. They never deserved what you had, but there was something telling you that he would be the exception.

“Thank you,” you said with a grin. “You need to get ready, though. You’ll be on soon.”

Your voice had come out like a purr. A natural sex appeal that just seemed almost unfair. He had a hard time finding someone to match his energy and shit you definitely gave him a run for his money.

If anything it scared him a little. That you could switch over so quickly. Going from hot as hell to his sweet girl mumbling into the phone because you wanted to wait up for him and say goodnight. It was quite the mix. Probably why he was so fucking obsessed.

The way you hugged him when you first saw him, letting him pretty much mold into you. Wanting to feel his whole body swell against yours. Had been dying for one of his hugs even though you’d never tell him that as you tried to keep up this persona for the day.

You’d caught him staring at that girl’s ass. He’d been so cute trying to be all sneaky. It was okay you didn’t mind. Besides you hired girls like her for a reason.

At least it had been fun for him to watch you do your thing as you filmed. Next time you’d have to come see him on set. Of course there wouldn’t be any half naked men around you that aren’t him, but he kind of appreciated that you didn’t seem to care in the reverse.

As he was almost done getting his own makeup on, you popped your head in. Still in your NASA shirt, but with your makeup a little more dramatic. Fuck you were hot.

“I don’t know if I told you, but thanks a lot for coming through. Definitely an upgrade from some male model,” you said, leaning against the vanity as the makeup artist finished with him.

“You know I’m always a phone call away, Babe.”

He was just so sexy when he said shit like that. Fuck he looked so hot. Was making you consider changing your thong because he looked so yummy he was making your pussy all drippy.

“Ya know I’ll hold you to that.”

He smirked. “I was hoping you would.” You were still in your heels and Chris noticed the way you were shuffling to get comfortable. “You wanna sit?” He asked.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to get up for me.”

That’s when he rolled his eyes because that’s not what he was asking as he reached up to tug on your hand. Obviously pulling you into his lap.

“Chris!” You squealed.

All he did was chuckle as he helped you get situated. Besides the two of you were alone for the first time ever. Of course he was gonna get your ass on his lap. “Comfortable?” Was all he asked.

“Mhm,” you replied. Fuck he smelled so good. And these tiny little shorts you were wearing. It really was not a good idea that he’d done this.

But you looked fucking hot perched on his lap. Even as an alien.

“How much time do we have?” He asked.

“A few minutes,” you replied.

“Yeah?” He asked. He didn’t mean for his eyes to drift down to your tits but that’s exactly where they went. Fuck they looked so good. Shit he needed to stop before he-

“Wait, are you?” You giggled. “Oh my god! Chris!” Then you gasped as you felt it through his pants. Oh shit. Damn. That was a thick ass-

“Shit. Sorry.” He blushed. Really didn’t mean to get like this. What were you a telekinetic.

“It’s okay,” you purred again as you trailed your fingers on his arm.

“Yeah?” He asked, licking his lips. “You don’t mind?”

You shook your head, looking up at him through your lashes. “No.” You let out another little gasp as he pushed it against you.

Fuck he liked that noise. “What about now?” He asked moving you over it. Fuuuuck he was thick you could tell. No wonder you were obsessed with him when you first saw him. Could tell he had good dick.

Once again you shook your head, biting your lip. If anything leaning into him a little more. “No. It feels good.”

Not like you hadn’t been fantasizing about him for weeks. The real thing just might beat the him you’d created in your head.

“You’re trying to get me into trouble, huh?” He asked into your ear.

You giggled again. “Maybe.”

“Fuck you’re cute,” he said ready to lean in and then end it. Didn’t seem fair that they’d be sharing their first kiss on screen when he had you like this already.

“Mr. Evans, you’re on in five,” someone said through the door before he the the chance.

He groaned. “Okay,” he replied.

You pouted before standing up. Dammit. “I should go get changed.”

Chris nodded before standing up with you. “I’ll go with you.”

“You’re just trying to see me naked.”

Fuck yeah he was.

————

When it was his time to go on and you made eyes at him from across the bar, he could feel himself getting hard again. Which was not what he wanted with the camera on him like this.

At least as you felt yourself getting wet in your thong, no one would be able to tell. He couldn’t stand there with his dick hard as hell. Only made worse when it was time for you to start shaking your ass against him.

“You know what the fuck you’re doing,” he whispered in your ear when it was time for him to hit on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered back into his. As if what happened in his dressing room didn’t just happen.

Fuck it felt so good to have him this close to you. Tits pressed to his chest. You hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet as you grabbed his hand to lead him to the dance floor.

Grabbing his tie as he put his hands around your waist. Fuck you could feel him against your ass. He was thick.

Of course you’d went asking around about him. Hollywood was a small town and you didn’t want to waste your time. But it was kind of why you were so down bad because one of your friend’s friends had said that his dick was a ten out of ten and now that it was right there you really wanted to check for yourself.

Only made worse when the two of you had to finally kiss on the couch. He was used to having to do shit like this for roles but this was the first time he wished he’d gotten it out of the way first. Wish he could keep you straddling him without prying eyes.

Damn he couldn’t get you alone fast enough. You had to know what he was going to do to you when you were alone. Know you weren’t doing it on purpose but he could feel his breathing getting all labored and he could really do without having a panic attack with you on top of him.

“What are you doing after this?” He asked in your ear as the music played on.

“We were supposed to go to a party. Why?”

“Wanted to know if you wanted to hang out. Maybe watch some scary movies?”

“Um, not unless you plan on spending the whole night holding me,” you giggled.

That could definitely be arranged.

————

“Ready to go?” Chris asked. Poking his head into where you were getting changed. Back in his grey sweats and t-shirt. His NASA cap covering his hair.

“Yeah,” you replied, yawning as you stood up in your shirts to gather your bag. Kind of happy you weren’t going to that party anymore. Would much, much rather hang out with Chris.

He put his hand on the small of your back as he lead you to his rental car. Couldn’t wait to get you back to his hotel room.

His hand was on your knee the whole time as the two of you chatted. Glad that how easy it was to talk to you over text and the phone had translated well in real life. As bad as he wanted to rip your clothes off he was also pretty sure he could talk to you for hours.

“You hungry?” He asked.

“I’m starving. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“What are you in the mood for?”

You giggled. “I don’t think you really want me to answer that.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “I dunno know. Maybe I do.”

“Oh please. You know what I want.”

“I don’t know unless you tell me, Babe,” he replied, hand going up to finally make its way to your inner thigh.

Your mind just couldn’t help but wander to all of the things you’d been thinking about. Where the hell would you even start. You were definitely in the mood for a few things he could give you.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you said, opening your legs a little bit more.

Fuck you were trying to kill him. Chris was sure of that. He also didn’t wanna push his luck, but fuck you were right here giving him every sign that you wanted him to.

Surprisingly the two of you hadn’t explicitly crossed these lines over the phone. Had waited until you were face to face and yet it was like you’d been like this since forever.

He took the hint. Fingers getting really close to the edge of your shorts. Happy that you’d decided on something he’d be able to easily get passed.

“I dunno, Baby. If you really want something, you’ll have to tell me what it is. I don’t play games.”

Your pussy felt like it throbbed at that. Fuck he was so… ugh. You knew you wanted him worse than you can say.

“I want you to touch me,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” He asked smoothing his thumb right over the center. Hips jutting out as you gasped. “Is that where you want me to touch you?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“That’s okay,” he said. Pulling up outside of the hotel so valet could park the car. You’d be fine. Could wait until you got inside.

You were all pouty and he took note to teach you some manners. Didn’t say please. Had the nerve to have an attitude as if you weren’t about to get what you want.

Chris grabbed your hand, had went through the back so nosy ass paparazzi wouldn’t have shit.

As he got you closer to his room, he leaned down to squeeze your ass. Making you squeak but you made no move like you wanted him to stop. Took it as a sign to grope you even harder.

Could barely hold on as he went to scan his keycard. Feeling yourself dripping all in your shorts. Not like he was any better off. Fuck you had him harder than he’d ever been.

As soon as the door closed, he picked you up. You wrapping your legs around his waist. Hands all in his hair as his settled on your ass.

Not wanting to waste anytime in pushing your lips together. Fisting his t-shirt in your hands as he finally kissed you. Fuck it was as good as you thought it would be. Knew he’d be a good kisser.

Didn’t even wanna make it to the bedroom as he sat down with you in his lap on the couch. Rocking your hips as soon as you could. Wanting to feel that fat dick.

“That’s so good,” you whined. 

“What feels good?” He asked in your ear. “Gotta talk to me, Baby.”

“Your dick. It’s so good.” You whined.

“You haven’t even had it,” he said.

That’s when you climbed off of him because fuck it you were gonna get a taste at least. Getting on your knees to see his length pushed against the fabric of his sweats. Looking all nice and thick. Fuck your mouth was watering just thinking about it.

“Can I taste it?” You asked him.

Chris groaned as he looked down at that pretty face. Eyes begging for him. “Yeah, Baby,” he replied, licking his lips as you finally went to pull his pants down.

You gasped as his dick popped out. Jaw dropping as it finally came into view. Shit. Fuck. It was- ugh. She was so right this- fuck he had a pretty dick.

Biting your lip, you gulped getting closer to it so you could put your fingertips against it. “You’re so big,” you whimpered.

“Think so?” He asked, hissing because fuck your touch felt good already. You nodded before leaning up so you could place a kiss on the underside. Why the hell were you teasing him so bad.

Just prepping him with kisses like you were assessing the situation. Honestly unsure if you could handle this. Sure you felt him through his pants but now that you were face to face with it, your mind wasn’t letting you make up your mind.

Fuck can’t believe you wasted your makeup artists time in having her touch you up after you took all the green off. What a waste. Eyes were watering as soon as you tried to take him down your throat.

“Ah fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back as you finally did it. “There it- fuck you’re such a good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Fuck it really was everything you’d built up in your head. Just too much and yummy.

Had you so wet as you slurped him up. Putting his hand on the back of your throat as you tried to deep throat him. “Right there, Baby,” he groaned. “Doing so good.”

You pulled off if him so you could kiss his balls. Wanting to show them attention too. Getting them all nice and covered with slobber.

Chris couldn’t believe how pretty you looked. Even with your makeup running down your face. Grabbing either side of your cheeks so you’d have to lean up. Wanting to kiss you again.

Not stopping himself so he ended up pulling you up. Making you get back in his lap.

This time he didn’t waste any time in touching you. First grabbing at one of your tits. Pinching your nipple between his fingers making you moan into his mouth. Putting his hands under your shirt so he could take it off of you.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispered. Chris laid you down so he could kiss up your stomach. Getting to your tits so he could suck on your nipples.

“Ah!” You cried. Fuck his mouth felt so good. “Ugh right there,” you moaned.

He needed you so bad especially as he went to pull your panties off. Needing to finally touch you.

“No panties?” He asked when he finally pulled your shorts from you. Met with the sight of the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.

“I had to take it off. You got me too wet,” you whined.

“That’s okay, Baby. I’m gonna take care of you. Gonna take care of you so good. Gonna make you cum so much.”

“Please?” You preened.

And who was he to deny you.

You tasted so damn good when he finally got the chance. Everything he’d been thinking about for the last few weeks didn’t even fucking top it.

“Fuck you’re such a- ugh- you’re such a daddy,” you managed to finally get out as he bent your legs back further.

“That’s it, Baby. I’m Daddy. Don’t fucking forget that.” He pulled away to say. “C’mere,” he said, snatching you up so he could finally take you to bed. While he planned spending his entire visit fucking you across every inch of this room, he wanted the first time to be on the bed where he could really fuck you right.

Well he did go back to his feast first. Not ready to stop eating you out. Better than any candy he could have eaten tonight. Couldn’t get enough.

“D-daddy,” you whimpered. “Oh! Ugh! You’re gonna make me cum. Please.”

That only made him eager to keep going until you let out a yelp, sitting up a little to grab the back of his head.

You cried out. “I’m- ugh- I’m cumming. Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me!” You sobbed.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Everything had told him to grab a condom but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He was so glad he didn’t because even as he pushed the tip in he couldn’t believe how wet you were.

Chris leaned down to kiss you as his thick dick seared into you. Pulling away when he bottomed out as you threw your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. Already scratching this itch inside of you.

You knew the dick was gonna be bomb. Just knew it when he grabbed that fucking scepter looking handsome as hell. All broad shouldered and sexy.

Fuck you were so tight. So wet. Took a minute when he was fully inside of you to just take in the feeling of you wrapped around him so snug. Pushing your legs back with his biceps wrapped around them so he could hit the perfect angle inside of you. The both of you letting out grunts as he went as deep as he could. Nudging against your cervix.

“You’re- ah!” You cried out.

“I know, Baby. I know,” he said getting in your ear again.

Chris got on his knees, yanking you closer so he could start thrusting in and out of you. Rolling his hips in such a way that would have been mesmerizing if you could keep your eyes open.

“Nuh uh,” he said. “You better look at me when I fuck you.” You let out another grunt digging your nails into his arm. “Or I’ll stop,” he threatened when you didn’t do as told.

“No,” you whined opening your eyes, but fuck it wasn’t easy he was just going so deep what did he want from you. “Fuck. Please. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Baby. I just gotta teach you good manners, huh?” He asked. “That’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

“I know,” you whimpered. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna keep cumming on my dick, huh?”

You nodded brow furrowed as you could barely hang on. Sobbing when it hit you. That clench in your lower stomach snapping as your pussy tightened enough to push him out.

Chris chuckled, climbing on top of you so he could kiss you. Giving you a minute. What can he say, he felt a little cocky that he was getting you so good. “C’mere, Baby,” he cooed pulling you into his arms. Laying down with you. Kissing you. “Maybe we should take a break. Get something to eat. Watch a movie.”

You nodded, not able to respond and just letting out a hiccup. Chris chuckled kissing your nose this time.

“Look cute as hell when you’re cumming on my dick. It’s okay. We got time. I’m not done with you yet.”

————

Obviously this break didn’t last long. Chris hadn’t gotten off yet and there was something in his eyes that definitely told you he wanted you to ride him.

Especially as you climbed into his arms when any scary parts came on. Hiding in his arm when anything happened. Of course the two of you were going to end up making out. You climbing on top of him so you could finally ride that dick.

Chris held onto your hips, forcing you down onto him and holding you there so you had to feel him as deep as he could go. “Ah fuck, Babe,” Chris groaned, eyes squeezing shut.

“Nuh uh, look at me when I fuck you,” you mocked him.

Chris smacked your ass at that. “Little fucking smart ass.” Keeping his grip on it after.

“Uh huh,” you breathed out, making you yell as he sat up. Grabbing your hair so he could smash his lips into yours. Making you move just right.

You started kissing on his neck. Not able to help yourself. Wanting to get him off like he’d done for you.

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.

As if that’s not your goal.

“Fuck, Babe, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in you if you- shit, Baby.” You kind of loved how desperate he sounded. Only made you wanna work harder.

“Do it,” you breathed into his ear. “Cum in me, Daddy. I want you to.”

That’s when Chris slammed down down so he could fill you up. The feeling of him loading inside of you only made you do the same letting out little whines before smashing his lips into yours again.

After a few minutes, Chris laid down on his back, taking you with him. Dick softening inside of you. Neither of you making any moves to pull him out.

Oh yeah you couldn’t wait to spend all night finding out how nasty he could be. Honestly couldn’t think of a better way to spend Halloween.

[quicksilversquared]

A Very Jagged Take-Down Ch 3: The Last Lie

Marinette knows Jagged Stone, everyone knows that. She’s his favorite niece, never mind the fact that they aren’t actually related. And Jagged Stone is really famous, the exact kind of person that Lila loves claiming connections to.

That was never going to end the way Lila wanted it to.

(a collection of one-shots)

links in the reblog

Marinette had spent the past month getting everything absolutely perfect for Penny's birthday gift for Jagged Stone.

Shiny aluminum dragon scale beads shimmered and caught the light from between more muted scale-textured fabric on the slim-cut jacket. Uneven netting made the illusion of yet more scales, each texture carefully placed to make sure that it wouldn't impede Jagged Stone's guitar or piano playing. Marinette had gotten the idea from the Game of Thrones wardrobe and added her own spin, and she couldn't deny that both it and the pants that she had made- with the same fabric scaling texture wrapping around in uneven patches and lines- were absolute works of art.

(There had been so many hours spent frustrated as she worked at the texture, trying to get it to come out right, and then the actual pieces had taken ages, but- well, it was all worth it, both for her portfolio and for the check that she had gotten to cover the commission from Penny,)

And now- in only a couple of hours- Jagged Stone would have his birthday party and get to open his presents. The party wasn't in Paris- Jagged Stone's tour had him enjoying lovely summer weather in New Zealand while Paris shivered under a layer of snow and ice- and so obviously Marinette couldn't attend, but Penny had promised to send a video of Jagged Stone's reaction to his presents.

(Marinette was so glad that she- or rather, Penny- had paid for express shipping. Even with it, the package had only managed to arrive the day before, which was cutting it far closer than Marinette had wanted.)

"Are you going to make a piece for yourself that uses some of the dragon scale mail stuff?" Tikki wanted to know as Marinette anxiously waited for the text from Penny. "Or that texture? It turned out really cool."

"I think I'm going to give my fingers a break first," Marinette admitted with a laugh. "There was so much hand sewing on those pieces, my fingertips are pricked to bits. And it took up so much time- I haven't gone on any outings with my friends in forever, because I was trying to get that done. So I want to hang out with them a few times first, before everyone decides that I'm just flaking completely out on them, and then- yeah, I want to come up with some design to play around with."

"They wouldn't think that you're a flake if you hadn't decided to keep the commission and your gift for Jagged Stone a secret," Tikki pointed out. "I can understand why you wouldn't show anyone pieces in progress, so that the design wouldn't get leaked, but you could have told them that you had a commission for Jagged Stone, at least."

"And then everyone would be bugging me wanting to see it. No thanks." Marinette had considered it at first- after all, it would be a reminder to their class that she did know Jagged Stone, thank-you-very-much, and maybe if she said that one of Lila's stories about Jagged was a lie, people should actually consider listening- but then the cons had sunk in.

The pestering. The attempts to steal ("borrow") her sketchbook in hopes of getting a glimpse of the design. The snooping around her room- which would be a big problem now that she was also hiding the Miracle Box- to try to get a sneak peek at the piece. If she was especially unlucky, Lila or Chloe stealing or destroying her sketchbook out of jealousy.

It would be easy enough to admit to the commission after Jagged Stone had already gotten his present. That way, there would be no chances of sabotage. Then she could admit the reason why she hadn't been hanging out all month, everyone would stop complaining about her absence, and things would go back to normal.

(She had told Chat Noir, after her partner had dropped by her balcony while she was working on the texturing for the fabric scales, but he had been sworn to secrecy in return for a few pain au chocolat. Hopefully the rest of Paris never found out how incredibly easy he was to bribe.)

It was hard to do her homework with so much anticipation swirling around her gut, but Marinette forced herself through it. After all, as a superhero, she didn't exactly have time to spend just sitting around not getting her homework done, and there had been some projects that had been pushed aside towards the end of her present-sewing spree that Marinette had to get caught up on.

At least she had practice with shoving aside everything else in her life to focus on homework. Marinette had had to play catch-up after akuma attacks a few too many times for her to not know how to do that.

Two hours later, her email beeped with a new message. Marinette shoved aside her Chemistry practice problems at once, reaching for her computer mouse and opening the email from Penny.

Jagged LOVES his pants and jacket! the message read. They're absolutely gorgeous! He's gone to change into them right away because he just couldn't wait to wear them, so don't be surprised if you see a picture or two floating around on the Internet before long! Thank you so much for all of your hard work- I knew it was a fantastic idea to commission you!

Marinette had to laugh as she clicked on the video link and it started to play. That was so very Jagged, to be too excited about his new outfit to be able to wait.

Onscreen, Jagged Stone was opening a few presents, probably from his family and staff considering that they had been brought along on tour and weren't just waiting for Jagged Stone at his home studio. Marinette could tell the moment that Jagged spotted her present to him, because he lunged across the remainder of the pile to pounce on it at once. The wrapping paper- courtesy of Penny, because it was just more convenient to ship without extra packaging- went flying at once, the box was opened, and Jagged Stone crowed in delight as he pulled out the pants. A hand- Penney's by the look of it- slid another present to Jagged before he could run off and change into the pants. He opened that one eagerly, too- Marinette could just hear Penny over the music of the party telling him that she had commissioned her- and positively rocketed out of his seat with glee at the sight of the jacket.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jagged Stone exclaimed, He waved the pants and jacket at the camera. "I'm gonna go change! These are too amazing to not be wearing this very instant!"

Marinette laughed again as the video cut off. She closed the window, only to spot a new email from Penny, with a series of photos. Jagged Stone was wearing his new outfit, posing in it with the world's largest grin on his face.

She could breathe a sigh of relief, at least- everything fit just like it was supposed to. The jacket sat correctly, and the pants were a perfect fit, slim-cut but with enough room for him to move around and rock out. With one more grin, Marinette emailed Penny back, asking her to wish Jagged a happy birthday from her. With the email sent, Marinette could only beam up at the ceiling.

Mission complete. She could breathe easier now, knowing for sure that Jagged loved the pieces she made for him.

She couldn't wait to tell Alya.

  "I can't believe you know the designer that did all of the Game of Thrones costumes, Lila! That's so cool!"

"Oh, what now," Marinette grumbled as she recognized Alya's voice. Couldn't she go one morning without hearing another new lie from Lila? Just once? "And why is she trying to claim a connection to a costume designer? I'm the only one that would be really interested in something like that."

Tikki was frowning as she peered out of Marinette's purse. "Marinette, she mentioned Game of Thrones. Isn't that the TV show where you got the idea for the dragon-scale patterning from?"

Marinette's stomach dropped. In a heartbeat, she knew exactly what Lila must be trying to claim. How dare she try to take credit for getting Jagged the jacket and pants that Marinette had spent hours slaving over, stealing Marinette's accomplishment away-

-but wait. There was no way that would stand. Maybe the paparazzi and the world had gotten a glimpse of Jagged Stone's birthday gift outfit already, but he probably hadn't felt like answering press questions on his birthday. If she knew Jagged Stone like she thought she did, he would no doubt gush to the press where, exactly, he had gotten the pieces, and who had made them, probably within the next day.

Marinette grinned. Lila had picked the wrong lie to tell for sure this time.

"Marinette, guess what?" Alya exclaimed as soon as Marinette stepped through the door to the classroom. Just as Marinette had suspected, everyone was clustered around Lila at the front of the room. Even Adrien, for once, but he seemed far more interested in the pictures that were being shown than he was in Lila's story. "Guess who Lila knows? She knows this really amazing costume designer who did a whole bunch of the Game of Thrones costumes, and she commissioned this really awesome jacket and pants combo from that designer for Jagged Stone for his birthday!"

"He clearly loves it if he ran off to change into it before the end of the party," Rose gushed. She beamed at Lila. "That was a really great idea for a gift, Lila!"

"Yes, well, it was a bit pricey even with my connections, since of course I wouldn't ask my friend to work for free, but since he and I are friends, I wanted to get a nice gift for him," Lila told them. "And since he has Fang, well- crocodile scales and dragon scales are pretty similar, right?"

Alya nudged Marinette. "Isn't it cool that she knows such a fantastic designer?" The implied be nice, maybe she can introduce you hung heavy in the air. "That jacket- it's incredible. I bet she has a lot of tricks and tips about design and sewing!"

Lila nodded, her hair bouncing. "Yeah, she's super talented! And I was lucky enough to actually get to help her with the jacket when she came through Paris a couple weeks back! I didn't do a lot, of course, because I didn't have the time, but it was super cool to see how the scales were made." Her eyes slid sideways to Marinette, a silent challenge that she was so sure that Marinette wouldn't take. "If you wanted, Marinette, I could maybe teach you some of the things that she taught me."

…yeah, okay, Marinette was not going to stand here and pretend to play nice with Lila, not even for the few hours it would no doubt take for Jagged Stone to tell the press who, exactly, had made the pants and jacket for him. Not when Lila was actively claiming credit like this, claiming that she had made part of the outfit when it was all Marinette's work.

Whelp. Time for her to step off of the high road and for the gloves to come off.

"That would be so nice, Lila," Marinette crooned, keeping her eyes on Lila's surprised face. Then her eyes narrowed. "Except for the fact that it's all complete bullshit."

There were gasps at that, and Marinette could feel Alya's hand tighten around her arm in a silent reprimand. Lila gasped, pressing a hand to her chest as though deeply offended. "Marinette! I was just trying to be nice, and this is how you-"

"Oh, save me the sob story." Marinette's eyes slid around the group and caught on Max and Markov, who was out and clearly listening. A conversation from a couple weeks back tickled at the back of her mind, and Marinette went for it. "Markov, you record video of things you see to review later, right?"

"I do!" Markov chirped, clearly pleased that she remembered. "And I usually retain the footage for one to five hours, depending on how common or uncommon a social interaction was."

"Can you retain the story Lila just told for a bit longer?" Marinette asked, ignoring how Alya's hold was getting tighter and tighter. "For a day, maybe."

"Of course!"

"Marinette," Alya hissed through gritted teeth. "Cut it out, Lila is trying to be-"

"After all, Jagged Stone is never quiet about the gifts that he likes or about giving credit where credit is due," Marinette continued, brushing Alya's hand off of her arm without sparing it a glance. "So I'm sure he'll tell the press about who actually gave him those gifts within twenty-four hours. So I'd like to have the footage of right now to make sure that your story doesn't magically change between now and then."

Lila blanched, then pasted her usual expression back on before anyone else could notice. "Actually, I asked him to keep it on the down-low right away- after all, I didn't want people flooding my other friend with requests, because she's starting work on wardrobe for a new movie soon. Besides, I don't need any public thank-yous. I know that he likes my gift, and that's enough."

Marinette didn't even bother hiding her eye roll that time. "Sure. And I'm the Queen of France." Brushing past the group, she headed over to her desk, ignoring the stares of her classmates.

She couldn't be surprised about that, really. After all, while Marinette had called out Lila's lies on a fairly regular basis before, it had always been more of a one-off comment, not- well, not her clearly calling Lila a baldfaced liar.

"That is not okay, Marinette," Alya hissed as she passed Marinette's seat. Apparently she was headed up to sit with Lila instead for the day. "I know you don't like Lila, but-"

"I'll accept 'sorry I didn't listen to you, Marinette' apologies in the form of fabric store gift cards once you realize that I'm right," Marinette told her instead of listening to Alya's scolding again. Alya scoffed.

"Well, when Lila is proved right you can apologize to her for not listening and to us for having to deal with this nonsense by taking us all out to lunch!" Alya shot back. "Lila loves this little seafood place a couple blocks away. I'm feeling hungry for their salmon bake already!"

"Don't hold your breath for it," Marinette muttered, but Alya had already flounced off, clearly entirely convinced that she was right.

Well. Marinette had more or less been kidding about the gift cards- after all, her allowance plus the money that she got from babysitting and commissions meant that Marinette wasn't exactly scrounging for money to buy the materials that she wanted for her projects- but if Alya was going to counter her joking suggestion with a completely serious response, then Marinette would gladly welcome a little extra fabric money.

Marinette turned back to the front, ignoring the looks that she was getting from the others around the room. Oddly enough, Chloe and Sabrina weren't sneering at her- in fact, they seemed to be hunched over Sabrina's tablet, which had the pictures of Jagged Stone pulled up on it. Chloe was tracing part of the picture, saying something quietly to Sabrina, and Marinette had to wonder what they were talking about. It wasn't as though the jacket was Chloe's style at all, so why were they finding it so interesting?

And then Marinette's gaze slid further around, and she practically had a heart attack when she saw Adrien turned around to face her, his chin propped up on his arms on top of her desk and his eyes sparkling.

"Hi, Marinette!" Adrien chirped, sounding incredibly cheerful and not at all bothered by Marinette abandoning the (incredibly ineffective) high road in favor of- well, calling out the bad guys. He grabbed his tablet, nudging it onto her desk. "I was looking at the picture of Jagged Stone's new jacket and- well, maybe it's not the highest-resolution photo in the world, but I thought I noticed your signature on it, like you did on the hat. Was Jagged Stone's outfit something you made?"

Next to him, Nino startled, glancing up from his notebook and back at Marinette.

"Yeah, I made it," Marinette told him, unable to hide her grin. Adrien had noticed her signature! He had looked closely enough at the jacket to notice it threaded in amongst all of the other patterns and textures going on. "Penny commissioned me for the jacket, and then I made the pants as a gift to go along with it. And I was going to tell people about it today, since I didn't want the news getting out early and spoiling the surprise, but Little Miss Lies-A-Lot decided to throw a wrench in that plan, apparently."

Adrien winced, then reached out to pat her hand comfortingly. "Well, at least you know that that lie isn't going to last long."

"Yeah," Marinette agreed. It was the light at the end of the tunnel, at long last. "Thank goodness."

  Marinette headed back to school after lunch feeling much less excited about going there than she had that morning.

Maybe every passing hour brought her closer to the time when Jagged Stone would mention to the press where his gift had come from, but ugh were those hours ever dragging. Maybe Adrien knew the truth- and Nino did now too, since he had overheard her and Adrien talking about the pieces and the work that had gone into them and other possible applications of the dragon-scale patterning- but the rest of her classmates were apparently convinced that she was being unnecessarily mean to Lila and were acting accordingly.

(Marinette really liked the idea of scaled boots. She would have to poke through thrift shops for a base shoe, probably, but when they were finished? It would be killer.)

"Cheer up, Marinette, maybe Jagged Stone has said something already!" Tikki chirped when Marinette sighed again, her footsteps still absolutely dragging. "You know it's possible, since you were too busy helping in the bakery for the last part of lunch break to be able to check!"

"But it's not likely," Marinette pointed out. "I did check at the start of break, after all. Add in the time zone differences and the fact that Jagged is probably moving to a new place for his tour, and what are the chances?" She sighed. "And now I'll have to deal with Lila's new conspiracy theory about why I got so ticked off about the pants and jacket for the rest of the afternoon."

Lila's conspiracy theory, which Marinette had overheard Lila telling their classmates just before lunch and which was possibly one of the most maddening things about this whole mess, the thing that had made her go from being willing to wait the whole thing out to being more than a little impatient. Lila had told them that she thought that Marinette had probably wanted to claim for the credit for the jacket, because she was jealous of Lila's connection to Jagged Stone and wanted the attention for once. The tantrum-throwing, Lila had continued loftily, was probably just because Lila had told the truth before she could start spreading her lie.

Ugh.

Tikki giggled at that. "Yes, but just imagine the look on Lila's face when she realizes that you were actually the one to make the pieces! She'll be so shocked!"

Marinette certainly hoped so. It had taken everything in her not to turn around, march up to Lila, and inform her that actually, I DID make that outfit, and I have the receipts and progress photos to prove it!

She could have. But Lila would shove right back, and Marinette really hadn't felt like getting into another argument, not when she would get proven right without wasting her breath.

At least Marinette had Adrien to keep her sane. He knew the truth, just like Marinette, and understood why that particular story had been the straw to break the camel's back. He had wanted to know all about the process of making the jacket, and Marinette had been happy to comply. She even had in-progress shots, which meant that by the time classes let out, Nino had been convinced, too. He had been furious on her behalf, but had agreed that maybe it would be best to wait for Jagged to make some sort of comment instead of trying to argue with everyone else.

(After all- well, Marinette didn't want to risk seeing doubt in her friends' eyes if she tried to tell the truth and told them that she made the pieces. That- that would just hurt.)

With one last sigh- ugh, an akuma right now wouldn't be so bad, at least then she wouldn't have to listen to Lila 'answering' questions about what getting an on-set peek of TV shows was like- Marinette headed into school and up to the classroom.

Oddly enough, despite the fact that class was about to start, there were a lot of people missing. Alya wasn't back yet, or a lot of the other girls. Lila was there, though, and she smirked at Marinette as she came through the door. Clearly she was still riding the high of having gotten a reaction out of Marinette earlier.

Marinette smirked right back as she slid into her seat, Tikki's words coming back to her. Lila could gloat all she wanted, but that didn't change the fact that Marinette had made those pieces and the truth would come out. Even if it was taking longer than Marinette would have liked.

She was just being impatient, honestly. After sitting through months of Lila's nonsense, one day more was really nothing.

The afternoon bell rang, and Adrien twisted around in his seat to give Marinette a questioning look, glancing around at the empty seats before quirking an eyebrow. Marinette could only shrug in return.

After all, she didn't know where everybody was, either. Normally, she would have guessed that people had gotten distracted by a Lila-story in the cafeteria, but considering that Lila actually was in class, that clearly couldn't be it. She would suggest that Adrien ask Nino since Alya was his girlfriend, except Nino wasn't back yet, either.

...odd.

Before Marinette could spare much more of a thought to wonder where in the world everyone was, the door burst open and their missing classmates tumbled in. They practically swarmed Marinette's desk, pushing Alya to the front to drop a gift card in front of her.

Marinette blinked.

"Wait, what's going on?" Lila demanded, her voice shrill. "Why- why are you giving her a gift card?"

"Because, Lila," Alya started, her voice absolutely dripping ice, "Marinette was the one that made Jagged Stone's new outfit. The jacket was commissioned from her by Penny Rolling, and the pants were a gift directly from her."

"But- no, I already told you guys that she would claim that," Lila said with a titter. All of it came out too pinched, too high-pitched, too fake. "I knew Marinette would claim-"

"Jagged Stone told the press who it was from himself. Marinette never claimed anything." Alya cast a disparaging look at Lila. "Now I have to wonder how much of what you've told us is a lie. All of it, probably. Did you even leave Paris when you tried to claim that you were out traveling around the world?"

"The packages must have gotten mixed up," Lila tried, her voice climbing higher yet. Their other classmates were sending her dirty looks now, too. "The tags on them, I'm sure that they must have been switched-"

Chloe scoffed from her seat. "Right, and Marinette's signature just magically managed to jump from the pieces she made and onto your gifts, right? What a lame little liar."

…okay, Marinette was officially going to count herself impressed that Chloe had actually noticed her signature, because she had hidden it pretty well. That must have been what she and Sabrina had been looking at in the pictures earlier.

Maybe it wasn't that big of a surprise after all. Chloe had seemed annoyed by Lila's grand claims as of late, and Marinette wouldn't be surprised to hear that Chloe had wanted to discredit Lila and have her spot as the most connected person in the class back.

For once, Lila fell silent. Her face had gone pale. Alya spared her one more glance before rounding the desk and sitting in her regular seat.

"We all chipped in the price of what we would have ordered at the cafe," Alya explained as the rest of the students dispersed to their seats and Ms. Bustier headed up to the back to collect Lila, probably to march her straight to the office. "Food and drinks, and then- well, I at least threw in a bit extra, because we've been giving you a lot of grief about the whole Lila thing."

Marinette grinned, picking up the gift card. An amount was scrawled on the back, and- wow, it was not a small amount. Marinette was willing to bet that more people than just Alya had put in extra. Either that, or people had very expensive tastes. "Thank you."

"It's our apology to you. We should have listened to you earlier." Alya looked sheepish. "I was just too excited about all of the potential scoops that I could get from Lila, I didn't stop to fact-check and really think about what she was saying. I'll do better in the future, I promise."

Marinette could only beam. This was what she had been waiting for.

"So…" Alya started, leaning forward with her eyes alight. Marinette quirked an eyebrow back at her. "You dressed Jagged Stone and made the coolest jacket and pants that I've ever seen! What was that like? Nino says that you have progress photos- can I see them before Ms. Bustier gets back from the office? I want to hear all about it!"

With a laugh, Marinette pulled out her phone and swiped to the photos that she had taken. "Of course! So a couple months ago, Penny approached me about designing something…"

Maybe it would take a couple weeks for them to really get past all of this and for their friendship to fully recover, but Marinette was confident that they could. Alya had no doubt learned a few lessons about listening to Marinette, and something told Marinette that Lila was going to get in no small amount of trouble, potentially even getting kicked out of their school. Even if she didn't, Lila's power was gone. No one would believe her now.

And that was how it was meant to be.

[undauntic]

drabble: dexter morgan (repost from my old dexter blog! DO NOT REBLOG!)

People like to believe in fate.  

Some higher power than themselves making sheer coincidence mean something of more value. When horrible things occur, they have a bigger reason to blame than it merely taking place. Fate can punish or reward. At it's base concept, it mirrors religion only more mystical and happening in the here and now rather than after we're dead. "Everything happens for a reason." Then suddenly they feel comforted knowing it was all out of their control. The human mind is so tricky with what it can come up with to make itself feel better when it needs to.

I don't put much stock in either.

Which is why the sudden appearance during my morning cruller and already stale coffee of a certain girl from San Francisco whose father happens to be in my field, took the time to come to Miami Metro to take a peek around, and Deb claims to be psycho drew a certain amount attention from me in spite of my much needed morning ritual. Okay. More than a certain amount. Especially after our thirty minute conversation ended with a little "You'll be seeing me again" from her hanging in the air to taunt me with. Now, I know what that feels like when I use it.

Not so good.

This entire afternoon I've been wondering if there was as much behind that statement as I'm putting into it. So much that I barely heard Deb (as she nicely stated by telling me she said my name four giant horse fucking times in a row) when she stepped into my office with her usual flare of the vividly vulgar language only this time complete with hand gestures to tell me we had an emergency meeting and to make plans to stay late. Something about a convicted murderer on death row wanting to make his conscience clear by revealing where he hid the bodies of his victims.  

Not that I wasn't immediately interested in the case. Of course I was.  

Finding out if this guy, Wayne Randall (who convinced his then fifteen year old girlfriend at the time, Hannah McKay, to join in on a killing spree that spanned several states before finishing in Florida--overambition much?), had a sudden coming to Jesus or wanted attention and his name in the new lines one more time before being executed was intriguing to say the least.

Tonight? I’m distracted. Puzzled by my visitor's promise that we'd bump into one another in the highly-probable-not-so-distant future. I struck her as odd and she wanted to talk to me? Normally this never ends well from the get go. But? I let myself be baited. I know that now. I have her attention. I can't help wondering why. Which means wondering why will end up with me finding out why.  In one way or the other.

It didn't take long to run the information from her name and find out where she was staying. Hello curious mouse. The cat you earned the attention from is quite resourceful.  A rather essential habit for a serial killer.

Tonight, her "again" will come sooner than she might have expected. If you want to play, make sure you’re ready for the game to start. I've recently earned some free time. I know exactly how I am planning on spending it.

How about dinner?

[shreddedparchment]

The Brightest Star Pt.03

Starshine Eclipsed

05/22/2019

Pairing: Thor x Reader          Word Count: 9,658

Masterpost          Warnings: light smut, dirty talk, jealousy, language, fluff

A/N: I have never struggled so much to get a chapter just right. I rewrote a portion of this chapter three times and finally found happiness in what I wrote. I hope you like it! I know this one isn’t as popular as my other stories but I LOVE this story personally. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

What to do? What to do?

Thor feels trapped. No, not trapped. Uneasy. His mind is racing. His heart is aching. And for all it’s furious thoughts, racing by faster than light, he still doesn’t know how to react to what he’s been shown.

Tony sits watching him. Thor can sense his eyes. The sharp yet quiet gaze of his earthly friend.

His eyes watch Thor as he crosses in front of the desk from one side of the office to the other. Thor has been pacing since he saw your tragedy. Made larger by the death of your mother and stepfather.

“Why did you show me that-that horror?” Thor growls, vicious regret in his tone even though he has nothing to regret. He didn’t do anything. Yet, he was alive. When you were four and your mother put you in that abominable casket.

He wishes he’d been there even if that makes no sense. He had not even known you existed all those years ago.

“Maybe I should have let her tell you?” Tony offers, knowing full well that you would have never volunteered the information unless you were forced.

Maybe if you and Thor got serious enough you might have eventually told him.

Thor stops to stare at Tony, glaring at him but then his electric blues dim, the spark of his anger fading, as he realizes that his friend was right to have shown him.

“No.” Thor relents. “No, she would not have told me, I don’t think.”

“I don’t know her really well, but I know enough about her personality to know that she’s shut herself in. For a while she tried to get out there. Join the world. Probably what she's doing again with those two clowns you’ve seen her with.” Tony pushes away from the desk and moves around it to pull out the left side drawer. He reaches in and pulls out a small black square.

“I went to school with Henry. We weren’t the greatest of friends, but we kept in touch. He was a good man. His wife…” Tony sighs and holds the picture out to Thor who stops his pacing finally, his nails digging hard into his palms as he keeps them fisted.

He moves towards Tony and reaches for the frame, bright red welts in the heel of his hand as he takes it. He looks at it and his heart goes into arrest.

There, smiling shyly at him from between a man with an honorable disposition and the horrible woman that Thor had seen in the video, is you.

You’re wearing a dress similar to the yellow of the one you wore in the video. Sunflower bright with pretty white lace around the collar and sleeves. You’re small. Smaller than you had been in the video. You can’t be more than two and a half? Maybe three?

His eyes sting.

“She was so small.” Thor laments. The wretched darkness of your skin charring, cracking like glass, and then exploding outwardly plays itself over and over in his mind.

“I was out of town when it happened. Young. Too busy with the rest of the world to care about what happened to anyone but myself. I was still—I lost my parents really young. Nowhere near as young as Y/N, but I spiraled.

“When I heard about what happened to her, I hesitated. I let it sit for a long time. I’ve known her since she was born. Cute kid but I had no time for cute kids back then.

“When I finally looked into what happened that night, no one was willing to help me figure it out, so I went on a hunting spree. When Hydra hacked into the Surestar systems and found this video, they saved in on a mainframe at one of their bases. I stole it from there. Kept it outta Fury’s hands. Just in case.”

“You were researching to see what had been done to her?” Thor asks, intrigued but not surprised that eventually Tony reached out to help Y/N. Thor understands that his friend holds the innocent in high regard, but he also cares very much for his friends and family.

“Not until I got this video. I was just trying to find out what happened in the lab. When I saw what they did to her, I began to wonder what secret project Carne had been working on and since she was up and about I found myself stupidly curious about what they’d done to her.”

Thor runs a large thumb across the curve of your tiny face before passing the picture back to Tony.

He takes it and Tony stares at it.

“And what did you discover?” Thor wonders, splaying both hands on the edge of Tony's desk, waiting for his answer.

“I’ve got the gist of what Henry was hoping to happen. Sometimes asteroids, small pieces, and meteors fall onto Earth. He wanted to catch them before they entered the atmosphere to see if the radiation could be transformed into energy. It was a silly idea. The amount of radiation on the rocks was too weak to do anything. You’d get more power from a potato.”

Thor's brow furrows, confused by the thought of powering anything with the lumpy vegetable. “Potato?”

Tony waves the question off, shaking his head.

“Yeah so, he turned to the Earth itself. He sought out different craters of impact, searching for…” Tony reaches up to run his right hand through his already unkempt hair. He drops the picture in his left and shoves that hand into his pocket, his eyes heavy and his expression sour. “…I don’t know, some miracle rock. He finally gave up and turned back to the resources we had right here but then there was an asteroid. A big one.”

“And it fell to Earth?” Thor wonders, brow creased and voice calmer.

“A piece of it did. The majority of the asteroid went around the Earth, did a loop in orbit and just flew on by but it knocked into a satellite. It got really close. Gave the space nerds a real scare for a while. Jane would have probably been dancing for joy.” Tony gives him a teasing smirk but Thor frowns.

His mind is on you. What does Jane have to do with this?

Tony waits for some type of response. When he doesn’t get one his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline and he pulls a packet of gum from his pocket. He pops a piece then holds out the squares to Thor.

“Gum?” He asks.

Thor shakes his head.

“Anyway,” Tony sighs and pockets his gum. “A piece broke off of the asteroid and for a long while everyone thought the rock was just that. Normal asteroid. Nothing special. Slightly higher than normal energy signal but otherwise nothing to cause alarm or incite interest.

“Of course, Henry being who he was, he didn’t give up until he'd tested the hell outta that rock.” Tony moves around the desk and Thor follows him with quizzical eyes.

“How do you know that if you said you were otherwise occupied in selfish exploits?” The insult is veiled though honestly also almost non-existent. It's only an insult if you don’t know Thor. Tony sees it for what it is. Curiosity.

“It was all in the reports I stole. What wasn't in the reports was what Henry found in those samples he had or what he was planning to do with what he found. I’ve been searching for years but the only clue to what happened to Y/N died with Carne and Henry. She may not even know herself what happened.

“I wish she'd just let me run some tests. I know I could figure it out and help her maybe? Not that she needs my help. She seems to have this whole reclusive heiress gig worked out. And now she's got the God of Thunder on her trail? She could be doing worse. She text back yet?”

Tony stops by the door to face Thor, both hands in his pockets now.

Thor's heart pounds, remembering the stupid text he’d sent. An unimpressive hello.

He clicks the button that Nat had shown him to bring the screen to life but the small bar at the top indicates no received messages.

“No.” Thor replies with a pout.

“She's a busy woman, despite all the stalking you did, if you didn’t know who she really was then I’m sure you only saw her when she was blowing off some steam. Give her some time.” Tony offers, hoping his words will give Thor a bit of relief.

“Right.” Thor nods but looks down at his phone again.

“Bed time. Pepper’s waiting. See you in the morning.” Tony turns to leave.

“Stark,” Thor calls out and he waits for Tony to turn. “Can I keep that picture?”

Thor's not looking at Tony. He’s staring at your family portrait where you're still shy but clearly happy without the weight of the world on your shoulders yet.

“Sure. And F.R.I.D.A.Y. send Thor a copy of the video we saw tonight.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Thor is already reaching for the picture but stops at Tony's words to look at him. “Maybe you might see something I’ve missed? Night.”

Thor can’t sleep. In fact, he's spent the night pacing the length of his bedroom. The sun is just cresting across the horizon painting the sky a brilliant orange, carnation pink, and sunflower yellow when his phone finally dings.

Never in his life has an innocuous series of chirps and digital beeps made his heart leap quite so fast into overdrive.

He dives for his phone, slamming his hand hard against the fancy white bedside table where his phone has been charging.

“Ow.” He mutters, shaking his left hand as he falls sideways onto the plush of his bed. “Damn.”

He reaches over and grabs his phone with his other hand as he continues to shake his throbbing fingers.

He eyes the table suspiciously. What the hell is that thing made of?

He clicks the screen and shoots to his feet when he sees your name on the screen, the preview of the message is simple. Just like his own message.

Starshine: Hi. Who is this? With a smiley face on the end.

Thor revels for a moment on the small image after your response. He'll have to figure out how to add those later. For now, heart pounding, he unlocks the phone completely and opens his messages to reply.

Thor: Good morning! It is I, Thor. Son of Odin. I’m sorry if I woke you last night from-

“No. Something cooler, Thor.” He grumbles at himself, fingers trembling excitedly over the small keyboard.

Thor: Oh, hey. It's Thor. Forgot I sent this message. I was just getting up. Almost didn’t even hear the tex-

“No!” He gripes, then growls and erases the message.

Thor: Hello, my gem. It is I. Your God of Thunder. How are you this morni-

Thor chuckles darkly, his jaw tight as he jams his thumb onto the backspace button. The screen flickers.

“Gently.” He reminds himself. Nat had warned him these devices tended to he very fragile and that if he broke the screen he'd be doomed to replace it with his own money.

With a defeated sigh, his thumbs fly across the phone, pressing the digital buttons with a deep apprehension. Is it too late to just give up?

Thor: It's Thor. Sorry I sent the message so late.

With nervous guts, twisting and coiling, Thor stares at the unimpressive message and waits with bated breath. What if you don’t reply right away?

He's saved the waiting however, as the phone vibrates too loudly in his hot hand and the dings of his alert make him jump.

Starshine: Thor! I’m so happy to hear from you so soon. I woke up this morning sure that I’d dreamt up the whole morning yesterday.

The soothing wave of relief melts the tension holding Thor's shoulders stiff and he throws himself back onto the bed. He taps his feet happily, still pressed to the floor over the edge of his mattress.

He replies quickly. Now that he knows you’re happy to hear from him, he has no reason to not reply fast, right?

Thor: There were moments when I too thought it was a dream. This is my new phone number. Be sure to save it. I hope you slept well?

He continues to hold the phone over his face with his left while he drops his right arm, hand splayed out over the ultra smooth silk silver sheets. The material is cool having sat all night without his heat to warm it.

Smiling like a fool, he waits patiently impatient for your reply.

Starshine: I slept very well. Thanks. And you?

“Fuck.” Thor breathes, nearly silent. Cursing is reserved for only the most severe of stressful situations and realizing too late that you'd reciprocate the polite inquiry of sleeping well, he now has to either lie to you about not having slept because he was waiting for your reply and watching that video of you over and over, or just tell you.

Both options are not ideal. Will he seem strange to you for it?

Thor: If I’m honest, I did not sleep.

He waits, knowing what you'll ask.

Starshine: Oh. I’m sorry. Were you working? With the Avengers? Feel free not to tell me of it's like confidential or something.

Thor smiles despite the raging yellow belly of fear he's fighting.

Thor: No. Nothing like that. My mind was simply preoccupied. I had a lot to think about.

Starshine: Was I a part of that “lot to think about" at all?

Uh oh. Nervous flutters are raging in Thor's belly and he can’t remember the last time someone made him feel like this. Like a boy with a crush. If he tells you he loves you, will you shun him?

Thor: You might have popped in there once or twice. Or three or seventy times.

Starshine: I was waiting all day for you to call or text. Is that weird?

Thor: No! It's not weird. I have been eager to see you again.

Starshine: Really? Me?

Gods, you are perfection. How do you not know it? Then again, if he hadn’t been looking at you right when your eyes shined with that intoxicating enthusiasm, he might not know either. Blind fool! He'd almost missed it.

Thor: Yes. When can I see you again?

Looking cool be damned. He wants to see you.

Starshine: Is this morning too soon? I’ll be at the café in about an hour. I just need to get dressed.

DONK, DONK, DONK!

Three startling knocks surprise Thor and his hands slip. The phone falls onto his face painfully crushing his nose. The corner poking his left eye.

“Ow!”

“Thor? You up?” The Captain's voice is even, strong, and very awake for the time.

Thor sits up, rubbing his eye with the heel of his hand, grabbing the phone in his right.

“Yes.” He booms, irritated slightly but only because his face hurts and also, he's pretty sure he knows why Steve is here.

“Can I come in?” Steve asks.

“Of course.” Thor grumbles.

The door opens and just as he suspects, Steve walks in wearing his suit. His Captain suit.

“Hey, we uh—isn’t that what you had on yesterday?” Steve asks.

Without his cowl, his blonde hair falls annoyingly perfect across his forehead. Has Steve always been that good looking? Thor frowns.

“Yes.” He replies curtly.

“Oh.” Steve continues. “Well, we got a mission. Can you meet us in Latvia?”

Thor sighs, looks down at your message, then nods as he meets Steve's storm blue eyes once more.

“Of course. I will follow shortly.”

“Great.” Steve smiles, and Thor narrows his eyes at the blonde beefcake. That is what they’re called right? Good looking men with wide builds and sturdy legs?

Thor swears he heard Natasha use it for Bucky once or twice. Under her breath of course. Never loudly enough for Bucky to hear.

As he leaves, Thor wonders if you’ve seen Steve up close. What if you secretly like Steve? He'll wait a long time before he introduces you to the team.

He'll make sure you’re absolutely in love with him before he does.

With the door shut, Thor looks down at his phone and sighs heavily with disappointment.

Thor: It seems that I am needed with the team. I’m very sorry to say I will not be able to go to the café this morning.

Starshine: Oh…okay. I mean, the world needs you right?

Thor: It would seem so. Forgive me.

Starshine: Thor, there's nothing to forgive! You have a job to do. An important one. I can see you later. Right?

Thor: Nothing would give me more pleasure.

Starshine: Great! So, how about this? When you’re done saving the world, call me?

There's a moment of pause while Thor reads your message, then his heart is twisting in a strange excruciatingly pleasant way as another message comes through.

Starshine: I wanna hear your voice.

Thor: The very moment I am back, I will call you. Wait for me.

He has to be dreaming. This can’t be real.

Starshine: I’ll wait days if I have to.

Thor's heart nearly bursts through his chest. Days be damned! He will be back before the day is out.

He gets to his feet, shoves the phone into his pocket then holds out his hand as he struts towards the large almost wall of windows. He carefully pushes the door aside as Stormbreaker lands in his hand.

The small balcony is only large enough for one chair and a spot for him to stand comfortably.

In one fluid motion he throws his arm with Stormbreaker up at the sky. It crackles and booms as he's engulfed by blinding light shifting him into full black armor, his red cape billowing in the wind as Stormbreaker pulls him up into the sky to catch up with the jet.

You’ve never really liked anyone before. Not seriously.

There was Seth of course but it had only been a crush. Maybe this thing with Thor is just a crush too?

It doesn’t feel like a crush though.

It’s stupid. You feel stupid for getting like this over a guy—no, Thor’s not just a guy but still—when you’ve only spoken to him once. Twice if you include the texts.

There’s a knock on your door. You jump. Startled out of the silence and deep thought you’ve fallen into.

“Y/N?” You know that voice but you’re not in the mood to hear it.

You can hear the soft whish of your dark wooden door, but you don’t dare look back. You remain seated where you are, at the foot of your bed on the soft gray padded bench, silver hoop legs resting on the edge of your royal plum carpet. You keep your eyes focused on the horizon. Deep blue as the evening shifts into night. There are no stars. You wish you could see the stars.

“Hey.” He says, smooth as silk, elongating the word like he’s talking to a toddler throwing a tantrum. Or like he's done something wrong.

You say nothing. Why should you? No one wants to hear you talk. No one wants to see you. Why is he here? Your phone sits beside you, screen still lit with the keyboard on full display while message after unanswered message fills the rest.

Jeremy sits beside you. He keeps the phone between you, stares at it for a second, then lifts it up to read it. He scrolls through the messages. You watch his reflection, too embarrassed and ashamed to look at his face. He's all casual today. A gray baseball tee with ocean blue sleeves. Jeans. Sneakers.

Jeremy knows you better than anyone else on this planet. Your old caretaker, your father’s most trusted employee, had been the other. Papa Roman, you’d called him. He’d been a sweet older man with dark graying hair, a tall build with arms and a chest that had hinted at a life lived healthily.

However, even exercise hadn’t kept away his heart attack and he’d passed two years after he’d hired Jeremy to watch you when he couldn’t.

Only Jeremy knows, like Papa Roman had, about what you’re truly capable of. You want to keep it that way.

Despair isn’t something you’re familiar with. You know loneliness well. You know desire and you know what it feels like to wish you had parents.

Agony?

This deep pit of pure pain that you find yourself in doesn’t feel right or good or even worth it for the time you spent knowing Thor.

“Still no reply?” Jeremy wonders, still scrolling through text after text. They’re all variations of the same message.

You: Did I do something wrong? Why haven’t you called? Are you okay?

Answering Jeremy’s question isn’t important.

He sighs, then scoots closer and drops your phone onto the edge of the carpet between your feet where it falls and rattles against the umber hardwood floors of your bedroom.

The screen is off so at least you don’t have to stare at your inability to take a hint.

“Maybe this is for the best, kid? I mean, he’s a hero, right? Wouldn’t he have tried to get you to step up?” Jeremy wonders, eyes scanning the scant, yet modern decor of your bedroom.

You don’t need much in this space even though it's large. The city skyline makes it feel full.

The doorway that Jeremy had wandered in through is to the right of your bed. It's wide, tall, and in a small squared alcove that keeps it in darkness. Overhead a single row of small round circle lights embedded into your tall dark ceiling cast a soft glow of yellow light down into the room.

It’s dim. With three walls—though really, it’s more like sections since the walls are really just one large curving flow of windows, separated by two large cylindrical columns—all made of floor to ceiling windows, you have no need for extensive lighting. You keep a lamp by your bed, just in case.

To the right of your doorway is a small sitting area. A gray modern couch, angular and sharp in its lines but soft and plush to sit on. Comfortable. With large comfy pillows and a pink throw blanket for when you get cold which is almost never.

Against the right wall of windows is a matching backless settee with white and pink pillows to match the blanket. At the center of these two seats is a large square coffee table where you’ve left your laptop, a book, and a glass of sipped water.

It’s probably stale by now.

The edges of the table are slightly more interesting as on it is a long bar of what appears to be glass with a slightly larger bit of glass towards the center, like a fin at the center of the line’s back. There’s a dim purple glow coming from the glass and several icons on the left and right side of the center, larger part of the glass bar.

To the left of your doorway, almost as soon as you come in is a small black bedside table. Modern design, shining and elegant. Then your bed, pressed against the only solid wall of your bedroom is a patted gray headboard and a low platform bed with dark gray sheets.

There’s a bit of empty space between your bed and the next doorway—your bathroom—and past that is a sturdy glass doorway that leads to a sizable balcony that wraps around a portion of your room.

The balcony is decorated. You like being outdoors and there are several seats, plants and pretty lights in minimalistic modern lanterns carefully staged to give you the sense of a small outdoor garden.

You’d spent a meticulous amount of time picking each and every flower; Peach azaleas, multicolored snapdragons, burgundy calla lilies, chamomile, pale blue chrysanthemums, orange ice geraniums, aromatic lavender, majestic midnight morning glories, pure white petunias, sunshine orange dahlias, and blush pink foxgloves. You’d made yourself a veritable Eden.

There are lots of dark corners to hide between the seats and large potted plants. You should have hidden from Jeremy out there.

“You not talking to me too, now?” Jeremy probes, nudging you with his shoulder.

You reach out with your toes and nudge your phone, pushing it so that it slides across the smooth wooden floor.

“Come on, Y/N. I know you got your hopes up about this guy, but you can’t shut down like this.” Jeremy sighs heavily, reaching over to take hold of your hand.

“I know.” You admit, hating the insecurities you’ve been wallowing in. “He was just so…I mean, eventually he might have understood me. You know? More than most people can. He was…I though he was different.”

Isn’t it human to feel things? You are human still. Just because you burn hot and because you’re like Thor, different, it doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to feel rejected if you’ve been rejected. “And…nine days? Without so much as a word? He promised he’d call and—never mind. Maybe I just read too much into it? Like always.”

“Y/N, you’re going to find the right guy someday. Or girl, if that’s what you want. And they're going to love every part of you. Even the bits you can’t help.” Jeremy gives your hand a squeeze and you nod.

Appeasing him might be the best way to get yourself to be alone again.

“But you can’t go skipping your meetings. I know this sucks, Y/N, but you have responsibilities. Starlux Café needs your attention.”

“Is something wrong with it?” You twist your head to look at him, worry creasing the space between your eyes as your mind finally makes room for something other than the intoxicating warmth of Thor.

Starlux Café has been your one and only true investment since inheriting your dad’s company. In a sense, the chain of cafes is your baby.

“No. Nothing’s wrong with it, but you need to be present, Y/N. This is your responsibility. You can’t just shirk it because you got dumped.” His words are harsh. They hit you sharply, making you flinch and turn away from him again.

“I’d have to have been dating him to get dumped. He didn’t even see fit to have a real first date with me.”

“Well, there you go. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get your ass back to work.” Jeremy insists ruthlessly.

You turn a scandalized look on him only to find him grinning at you, his chiseled chin all covered in fuzzy five o’clock shadow and his round framed glasses slipping down along his straight nose.

You return his smile for all of one second because you know that he’s only trying to distract you from the pit in your stomach.

As your smile disappears, you turn towards the starless night sky, so easily visible through the wall of windows before you.

You’re filled with a strange sense of yearning and you’re not sure if it’s for the stars or for Thor, but it hurts.

With a fluttering hand you reach up to stroke the shard of gleaming black stone dangling around your neck. It's hung on a delicate silver chain.

The stone itself has got several facets and your finger searches for the front most one until it finds the slightly larger inward curve where the tip of your thumb finds the almost glass-like feel of the garnet colored gem shard within.

Jeremy’s hand finds yours again. He slips his fingers between it and the stone to pull you away from the nervous habit until his palm is pressed flush to yours. His skin feels cool against your own fevered temperature.

“You’ve been stressing.” He realizes.

Duh! How else are you supposed to feel when the possible man of your dreams sends you some flirty texts and then doesn’t call you like he promised he would?

Leisurely he slides his hand along your palm then stops when his middle finger finds its center. He traces slow tantalizing circles, your core twitching in response to the familiar indicator of what's to come.

You know what he’s going to do before he does it and you meet his dark stoic gaze. You don’t resist him as he stands, turns to you, then places his right knee to your left on the soft cushion of the bench.

He leans down towards you, bringing his handsome face mere inches from yours while he wraps his left arm around your lower back.

He lifts you up, arching your back so you're chest to chest then leads you back onto the end of the bed.

Your body sinks pressed against the mattress as Jeremy crawls over you. He hikes you up until you’re laying with your head on your pillow.

With his eyes boring into yours until he can no longer meet them, he presses a slow open mouthed kiss to your throat.

You sigh, your core constricting once more, but he gets up before you have the chance to enjoy the touch. His biceps bulge and twitch with the movement as he stands beside your bed.

He removes his glasses first, dropping them onto your bedside table before he reaches up behind his head to grip the neck of his navy and gray baseball tee and peel it away.

His body is ridiculous. You know he’s a bit of a fitness nut. He doesn’t eat things that are bad for his body which weirds you out. How do you say no to such good foods? In these moments you appreciate his dedication though, however irritating it might make him when he argues with you about what you should eat for lunch.

He kicks off his sneakers then unbuttons his jeans and lets them fall to the floor before stepping out of them, leaving him in a pair of tight lime green briefs with a dark gray waistband.

The sturdy fabric does little to his the rock hard bulge of his cock. Once more, your core clenches, eager to be filled.

You smile at him, amused as he climbs back over you then with skillful hands, begins to undo the large silver buttons of your long knee-length black skirt.

He starts at the bottom and slowly works his way up. Your heart pounding with every flick of his fingers.

“What are you smiling about, kid?” He asks, blinking slowly as his hands work their way up your legs. He doesn’t smile, but rather gives you a nice steady gaze. It’s so clear, the mischievous glint of his dark eyes.

Jeremy sees you for who you are. Emotionally stunted. Insecure. Afraid. Powerful. A bit of a sap. And lonely. Mostly lonely. He knows your good and your bad.

“Nice undies.” You tease and he drags his bottom lip between the edge of his teeth. He slips his hand into the open slit of your skirt. Up, up, up until he reaches beneath you towards your bottom.

He gives it a pinch. Hard.

You jump. “Ow! Jerk.”

“Don’t make fun of my underwear then.” He laughs, then grabs the waistband of your underwear to drag them down. Yours aren’t so impressive either. Just a pair of teal boy shorts.

You lift your legs as he pulls them away, slipping them off then tosses them to join his pile of clothes.

“You want me to make you feel better? Feel good?” He asks, his voice low and husky. You know that tone so well now.

You nod, slowly. Completely at his mercy in this moment, under his unwavering control. You take his lead here. In your bed. In every place he’s ever shown you the wonders of what you’d known nearly nothing about. He’s always been in control of you here.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Jeremy?” You’re too scared to look at him. He’s sitting across from you in your living room, the TV on the segmented wall to your left mounted over the unlit fireplace is playing some old movie you’re too distracted to pay attention to.

Your mind is reeling from the sight you’d stumbled upon earlier today. You hadn’t been expecting it but seeing that couple in the bathroom of your building, making those noises and saying those things when they thought no one was listening…well, it got you curious.

Your cheeks burn as you wait for him to look at you and respond. He’s busy with his paperwork. He’s so focused. So invested in your affairs. He’s been there for everything.

Over the last year, after Papa Roman had gone, he grew more determined. Devoted. Jeremy’s been with you through thick and thin.

He helped you fight for dominance in your company. To preserve your dad’s original vision and keep the jerks on the board at bay and he'd helped you cope with the loss of Papa Roman and the stresses of living life as you and your strangeness.

Will asking him this be weird? You have no one else.

No one.

“Jeremy?” You repeat meekly.

“Hm?” He mumbles, leaning far over the wooden coffee table to reach a paper with too many numbers.

“What-what is sex like?” You blink, cheeks burning, ears molten, neck on fire. You keep your eyes on his extended hand. His fingers curved around the slip of paper, now frozen.

Should you look at him? No. You can’t.

“What?” His voice isn’t outraged like you’d suspected it might be. It’s not even uncomfortable. Surprised maybe?

You chance a look and find him watching you with his brow furrowed. Dark brown eyes searching your expression for a giveaway that maybe this might be a joke?

He won’t find it.

“What’s sex like?” You swallow hard. Now that you’ve met his eyes, you can’t tear them away. Is he ashamed for you? Are you embarrassing yourself for asking him this?

Of course, you are! You know why you’ve never been able to do it. For one, you’re so withdrawn that you haven’t really connected with anyone meaningfully to want to do that. You also haven’t let yourself even think about kissing or doing anything that might bring about a reaction.

You’re dangerous. You know this. Papa Roman had the scorch scars to prove it.

“You haven’t-?”

You shake your head, wildly from side to side. Answering his question but also chasing away the stupidity if what you just asked.

“I-I’ve read about it but…” You stop, voice trailing off into silence as your energy shifts nervously.

You’re not blind. You know how hot Jeremy is and that's not helping your bashfulness.

“Why are you asking, Y/N?” He demands sternly.

“I heard a couple. The bathroom in my office was being repaired, so I went to use the one in the hallway but when I went in there was someone m-moaning and I could hear them. I saw two pairs of feet…with my condition, doing anything like that has never been an option for me. I’ve made sure to keep people at a distance for exactly that reason. I could hurt them.”

Could you be more embarrassed? Probably not. Jeremy’s face isn’t betraying whatever he’s thinking either. He’s so stoic. Thinking hard, clearly, but unaffected by your words. Maybe he doesn’t care?

You’re so used to him being here, around you, helping you, that you realize you might very well have been mistaking his dedication to his job as concern for you. Not everyone can actually care like Papa Roman—and you would never have dared ask him something like this. Papa Roman would have freaked out with worry.

Because he’s taking so long to respond, you look away from him and watch the sunlight dance along the floor. The walls behind the two of you are pure glass curve with stark white metal support beams. They allow the light of the early afternoon to filter in.

Living at the peak of your building has its perks. With so much reinforced glass, you have no need for lights during the day.

Five minutes have passed.

That’s a long time for silence. You’ve never tried to deliberately sit and wait five minutes to pass in complete silence and you realize now how terribly stressful silence can be.

Your eyes wander down to your feet and you curl in on yourself, retreating from the needless question you should never have asked.

“Never mind. I-I’m sorry I asked, I was just curious. I didn’t mean to-Ah!” Strong arms suddenly yank you to your feet.

Your shout of surprise doesn’t startle Jeremy.

In fact, he doesn’t seem phased at all.

He drags you away from your sofa and pulls you towards the kitchen open modern kitchen on the other side of your TV mounted wall.

He pulls you past it and your heart thumps heavily as you realize that the only place to go from here is your room.

Giving his arm a firm tug, you plant your bare feet on the cool and gleaming concrete floor.

“Where are we going?” You ask, terrified.

No. That can’t be what he’s doing. It’s impossible. It’s unethical. He’s your assistant! He’s paid to help you…out…?

“I’m gonna show you what sex is like, but only if you want me to.” He explains, watching your face with sudden trepidation. There’s a subtle downward curve to his lips almost as if he’s afraid you may tell him no.

“But my condition will prob-”

“I know very well what your condition is. Do you want my help, or not?” He asks, stepping closer to you.

You’re suddenly very aware of his substantial size. He’s muscular and tall. Well above average.

“I could hurt you.” You worry, voice rising in octave towards the end.

“Is that a ‘no’?”

“No.” You whisper, and he takes that as a yes.

Closing the distance between you he sweeps your legs out from underneath you with one arm and catches your back with his other one then proceeds to strut towards your bedroom.

“Jeremy…?” You begin, worried about what this might mean for your working relationship.

You can’t afford to lose Jeremy. He’s your life support! He helps you with business and now it seems he’s going to help you with your personal life even more than he already does?

“This doesn’t mean anything, Y/N. I can give you this and I hope maybe it’ll make your life a little easier.” He explains as he pushes your door open with his foot.

“But…you don’t have to, Jer. This isn’t what-I’m not expecting anything like this. It’s not your job.” You blather.

“Taking care of you is my job. And we can’t expose your condition to some outsider.” He drops in height, still holding you tight as he lowers you onto the bed. “Can you imagine the paperwork I'll have to fill out if you hurt some random dude?”

You consider it. There will be liability waivers and NDAs. Insurance and it really would be a big headache.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He whispers.

You consider it. You almost open your mouth and tell him that you can’t do this. It isn’t right. It’s not fair to have him do this for you. Maybe sex just isn’t something you’ll ever get to have?

Cool skin burns a trail from your right ankle, slowly up along your calf, knee, and along the soft outer flesh of your thigh. You gasp, tingling strangely where you’ve never tingled before. You feel slick and strange as your core moistens.

This you’ve felt before but never like this. Never this strongly.

“Tell me to stop.” Jeremy whispers, lowering himself closer. He’s only a few inches away from your face.

“No.” You relent, giving in to the intoxicating sensations your body is getting from the strange ice-fire of his touch.

It scalds you and Jeremy stares into your eyes, reaffirming without words that this is duty not passion, before he seals his lips to yours drawing out your ragged breath.

~~~~~~~~~~

“How?” He asks, grinning at the way you melt to his instruction.

He’s always been bossy, giving you tips and pointers and detailed direction. Lately he's become more demanding vocally. Asking and urging you to tell him the things you want and like. Clearly wanting you to take charge of your sexuality.

It’s sweet, in a weird sort of way.

He wants you strong. He wants you to grow.

“My fingers?” He asks, holding up his hand for you to see.

You shake your head, despite what you know he can d with those fingers.

“A toy?” He offers, giving your bedside table a glance.

You shake your head.

“You want me to rub you?”

You shake your head, tempting as having his hands on your body might be.

“You want me to eat you up, Y/N?”

A strange thrill passes through you and you nod.

“Then tell me.” He orders and you bite your bottom lip. You’re not sure about this talking in bed thing. It’s great hearing him say these things to you but you’ll probably sound stupid saying it yourself. “Come on, Y/N. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Jer, please.” You beg, he knows what you want! Why does he need to hear you say it?

“You gonna burn me if I don’t do it? Come on, kid, tell me what you want. You want me to eat your pussy?” He speaks slowly, deeply, his tone tantalizing. Your body is on fire.

He smiles, feeling the rise of heat underneath your skin.

“Come on, kid, tell me.” He whispers, teasing you this time, playfully.

“E-eat my p-p-pussy?” You tell him, your confidence waning as soon as you begin to speak the words.

“Gotta do better than that, chipmunk.” You hate that nickname. And he only uses it in bed. Bastard.

Your anger is momentary because his hand is sliding up along the inner flesh of your thigh. Your mouth pops open, your breathing heavier as the tips of his fingers slide along your wet slit.

“I wanna do it, chipmunk. You just gotta tell me.”

“Ugh, I hate you.” You growl at him, falling back completely as you wiggle against his hand.

His fingers disappear and you whine in protest. You curve to your left, staring down at him where he’s still grinning like the teasing shit that he knows he is.

You growl in frustration, then drop your defense as you plead, “Please, Jer, eat my pussy? Please?”

He smiles, wide.

“’Atta girl.” Pearly whites shining in the dim light of your room. He shifts on the bed, hooks his hands behind your knees before yanking you down a bit and then spreads your legs as he disappears into the half open fold of your skirt.

So much had gone wrong on mission. Although it could have been worse. At least the rest of the team was safe.

“It’s gonna be good to be home.” Tony confesses keeping up with Thor's flight speed easily.

Thor can understand Stark’s desire to get back. He’s got Pepper. Probably worried out of her mind.

“It is indeed my friend.” Thor agrees, eager to get home to shower and change and-

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!

They all come in at once, distracting Thor from his train of thought as he finally lands on the section of balcony outside his room.

“What the hell is that?” Tony wonders distracted by the strange noise too. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Incoming missile?”

Thor has to agree. It sounds oddly like Stark’s suit alerting him to danger.

Thor turns around to look up at the sky where Stark has stopped to float in mid-air, thrusters hissing blue fire. He looks behind Tony, searching for the threat but he sees nothing.

“Wasn’t me.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. says.

“What then? Flying ice cream truck?” Tony asks sarcastically.

Ding.

One more comes through and he’s not sure if it’s because he’s finally home, back on Earth, so close to his room, or because he can see your glittering, twisted building in the distance but Thor remembers his phone.

“Oh, no.” His heart drops.

“What?!” Tony asks, on alert. He flings himself around, scanning the skies, arms raised and ready to fight.

“I forgot.” Thor gasps and he scrambles to retrieve the phone from his hidden pocket.

“Forgot?” Tony’s confused. As he flies lower to level out with Thor, he suddenly starts to laugh.

“It's not funny.” Thor growls at him but Tony is incorrigible.

He shakes his head, making the Iron Man look displeased but Thor knows that Stark is really grinning underneath that helmet.

“Please tell me you didn’t make plans with her or that you at least called her before we flew out after that maniac spaceship. It’s been almost ten days.”

As if Thor needs Stark to tell him!

He’d completely been wrapped up in the fight that he’d given chase without thinking twice about what he was leaving behind.

Forget you?

Yes, okay! He forgot you. But it was only because—oh what does it matter?!

Thor is so busy punching the side button of his phone that he’s not listening to anything Stark is saying.

Tony nods, and when Thor focuses on what he's saying, he's mid-sentence. “-good thing I designed them with that extra long battery life. Maybe I should work in a really strong signal booster? Hope you didn’t screw the pooch too badly.”

Thor does too, but he’s distracted and he doesn’t notice when Tony flies off to his own floor.

As he scrolls, Thor's eyes read faster than they’ve ever read before.

Starshine: Thor?

Starshine: Are you okay?

Starshine: You never called. I just hope you’re okay.

Starshine: I saw the news. You went off-world?

Starshine: When you get back, coffee’s on me, okay?

Starshine: There’s this new movie playing and it reminded me of you. I mean, the guy in it is tall and blonde and kinda looks like a Viking so…yeah.

Starshine: I have another book for you to read, if you want. I’ll show you when you get back.

Starshine: Is it weird to text you when things make me think of you? I feel like I’m texting you too much.

Starahine: Good morning! I had a dream that I was floating in a sea of stars last night. It was beautiful.

Starshine: You’ll have to tell me what it’s like in space. To be surrounded by all those stars? It must be breathtaking.

Starshine: Have you ever been to Pluto? They say it isn’t a planet anymore. Poor Pluto, right?

Starshine: What about Mars? Are there really aliens there?

Starshine: Wait. Aren’t you an alien, technically?

Starshine: There’s this joke I heard and it’s so silly and stupid. I’ll have to tell you when you get back.

Starshine: I’m being weird, right? It’s been days and I’m still texting you like some psycho stalker.

Starshine: I was determined to go all day without texting you but they put whip cream in my coffee and I thought of you.

Starshine: I hope you’re safe. You’ve been gone four days now. You’re coming back right?

Starshine: What kind of music do you like? Here on Earth? Have you discovered anything particular?

Starshine: I’ll make some suggestions if you want. If you don’t know where to start.

Starshine: I really am starting to feel like meeting you was a dream. A really good dream.

Starshine: OMG! You’re back! I can’t wait to see you.

“O-M-G?” Thor wonders what that might mean. And back?

He sneaks a look at the date of the message but it's five days ago.

Starshine: I’m sorry I’ve been texting so much. I was just worried.

Starshine: Am I bugging you? I’m sorry. You’re probably tired. I’ll leave you be.

Starshine: Thor? I know I should stop texting you, but I just want to know that you got back okay. They said in the news you got back yesterday but you haven’t been by the café. Did you still want to meet up?

Starshine: Did I do something wrong? Is it all the texts? The calls? I just…I don’t understand.

Starshine: Thor?

Starshine: Can we just forget all of my craziness? I’ll stop texting, I promise. Just send me a simple, ‘ok’ and I’ll know that you got back safe and I won’t bug you anymore.

Starshine: What did I do? Do you know? About my company? Who I am? Is that it? I didn’t mean to lie to you. I just…people find out what I do for a living and they react. They don’t treat me the same anymore.

Starshine: I get it. You’re upset maybe? I’ll wait at the café for you. All day if I have to. Just give me a chance to explain myself. Please? I promise if you don’t want to talk to me after I’ve said my piece, I’ll leave you alone.

Starshine: I know that if you didn’t come you probably want nothing to do with me. I’m sorry I’ve bugged you so much and I’ll stop texting you now. It was nice to meet you. Again, I’m sorry. Really sorry.

And one final text message that came in yesterday.

Starshine: Thor?

Thor scrolls all the way back to the top again and then all the way back down as if a new message will appear. One for today. There has to be one for today. And you’ve been begging him to reply!

Is there any way to feel more awful about the way your excitement seems to have died, even via text? He hadn’t meant to forget. It just…what news reports?

Thor storms his way into his room but opts to forget the shower in favor of finding out what the hell it is you were talking about.

It’s also so late that you have to be asleep. He can call you tomorrow to avoid waking you. He places Stormbreaker by his door as he leaves.

The kitchen is packed. Tony and Pepper stand behind the counter—Tony’s hand moving from side to side along the small of Pepper’s back—while Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Vision lounge by the dining table. Nat turns towards him as he marches in, perched on Bucky’s lap.

Guess things went well for them?

Bucky shifts his metal arm around her waist as Nat twists to turn and look at Thor.

“Hey Romeo, go see your girl yet?” She playfully queries, sending a painful spike through Thor’s chest.

The sudden shift of expression on each of his friend’s faces tell him that his own is probably somber. Steve is the one to step forward, looking more concerned than anyone else.

“Yeah, did you read all those messages?” Stark asks making Thor frown more deeply.

“Y/N said something about new stories in her messages. She said that Stark and I returned five days ago when we clearly did not.” Thor ponders, confused and worried.

“Oh, that.” Nat begins but she turns her gaze on Steve.

“We fed the news to the larger stations so that our enemies wouldn’t know that two of our strongest members were off-world. It keeps the riffraff at bay. Why? Did it cause a problem?” Steve wonders, his storm blue eyes genuinely concerned.

Thor looks down at his phone, sighing in defeat. “Y/N…she thinks we’ve been back for four days and that I have not been returning her texts because she did not tell me about her wealth. I just got the messages now.”

“I’m so sorry, Thor. I-” But what can Steve say? It’s not like he did it with the intent of hurting you. He was being practical about the threats that Earth faces on a daily basis.

“No.” Thor cuts him off, his worry increasing as he thinks over what you might be feeling this very moment.

He would never not respond to you. Surely it had been clear how much you were of interest to him, right? The looks he gave you, the few words of clear affection that he said to you, they were enough to keep the darker thoughts at bay, were they not? “No. I should have called her before we left.”

“Well, you said she’s nice right? Sweet?” Sam wonders, moving to lean against the back of a chair. “I’m sure she’ll understand. Just tell her it’s Steve’s fault.”

“Way to go, Steve. Smoothest cat with the ladies. Even the ones in your periphery.” Bucky chortles, shaking his head.

Steve tilts his head to one side, sorry for his part in whatever trouble might come from this misunderstanding.

“Right…I’m-I’m sure she’ll understand.” Thor nods, forcing his lips into a small smile that does not meet his eyes. “Excuse me. I’m going to shower.”

“Sorry, buddy!” Steve calls out after him, but Thor is at a loss. Every step that he takes back to his room fills him with more dread.

He wants you. He wants you so badly that he can taste the sweet scent of you even though he hasn’t seen you in days. He wants to shower you with affection and love and maybe he’s jumping the gun, but love is most certainly what this is, right?

He wouldn’t feel like dying this way if it wasn’t love.

No. He can’t wait.

He can’t leave you wondering.

If it were him and you’d disappeared for days on end and never replied to one of his messages he’d have already been scouring the globe for you.

He’d be out of his mind with worry and self-doubt and that is not acceptable. He can’t be one of the reasons you feel that way.

Thor turns, shifting towards his balcony and holding out his hand. Stormbreaker flies into it. Once he’s outside again, he thrusts the hammer upwards and Thor is pulled from the spot.

He flies with purpose, wasting no time getting to your building. He rounds the top, spotting a smaller balcony with lots of flowers blooming despite the cold of the growing winter. The air nips and bites at his skin but he shifts his weight and flies straight for that balcony.

He lands as quietly as he can, hoping not to wake you if you have managed to get some sleep.

He can see the soft glow of light and he follows it.

“Do you feel better now?” Another voice asks. A male voice.

Probably just your assistant. It’s not weird that he’s here at this time of night. He works for you. Thor’s mind is quick to reason.

“A little.” Your sweet voice mumbles.

“Oh, jeez, thanks.”

You laugh. Easy and smooth and rich. He wants you.

Thor’s heart breaks. That beautiful laugh! He has to see you.

Very slowly he sidles along the large countless potted plants. He shifts between two long cushioned blue seats and peeks into the room you’re in between two large bushels of some peach colored flower.

The anger that courses through Thor is like a stranger. Once felt but long since forgotten. He remembers this feeling. This cutting emotion that poisons his heart to clench painfully. The sharp sting that falls along his spine drives his hand into a hard fist around his axe. His hand sparks and burns, saturating the air with the smell of ozone.

There you are, looking beautiful…and naked. Your bare back exposed for him and your assistant to see. You’ve got the sheets of your bed positioned carefully so that your breasts are not exposed but you are naked.

The man with you is also naked but Thor tries not to look at him for fear of marching inside to tear out his ribcage and pull it through his chest.

You’re smiling. Up at him. That man.

“Sorry. I’ve just…You did make me feel much better. Where did you learn to do that with your tongue?”

Thor can’t listen to this much longer.

“I have my sources.” The man teases.

Thor tears his eyes away from you, looking down at his feet in favor of the shattering image of you beaming, shining like gossamer moonlight and naked with another man.

However, you’re not his. Why should he feel like this? Possessive to the point of wanting to tear that man limb from limb?

Thor knows he has no right.

“Do you have to go home?” Your smooth voice asks.

It’s quieter, more intimate and that draws Thor’s eyes up once more. He's imagine you speaking to him softly like that. Wanting and filled with desire.

The man is hovering over you, pushing you back to lay against your pillows. He settles between your legs. His hand traces the exposed flesh of your ankle all the way up to the base of your knee.

He pushes against it, spreading you wide as he ruts against you once.

No! Despite the shattering image, Thor can appreciate your perfection.

You’re a goddess, dewy skin and sparkling eyes. They dance with starshine again but Thor hates that it’s your assistant giving you that sparkle.

“Do you want me to go home?”

“Not really. I-I want you to make me feel even better.” You whisper, waning confidence.

“Oh, chipmunk, all you gotta do is ask and I will give you whatever you want.”

Thor can’t listen. He turns to move away but he’s not fast enough. Before he can thrust Stormbreaker back towards the sky to get away, you moan loudly as the man with you probably presses himself against you again.

Your lilting voice confident and breathy says, “Fuck me, Jer. I really want you to fuck me.”

The sky cracks open, spilling waves of searing lightning around the apex of your building. As he disappears into the starless black trying to leave the horrid image of you in the arms of another man, ice-cold rain showers down to a deafening chorus of thunder.

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Why Reblogging Is So Important to Artists | Why Being Nice Online is Important | Storytime

First of all, I wasn’t going to talk about this. Because I thought it wasn’t needed, because I thought there was enough information out there asking people NOT TO REPOST ART and if we do, at least give PROPER CREDIT.

But there isn’t. That’s alright. Let’s talk about it.

 Two days ago I was approached by the lovely @vaugleysassygrunt​ who told me someone was reposting my art. They said this person had been changing their url all day (and they’re still doing it) and sent me a hyperlink to the art they had posted. It was one of the comics from my on-going Sanders Sons series, a sequential comic I have been working on for almost a year. It was pretty dear to my heart (and the context was pretty important as well). 

My immediate thought was “Oooh boy, my first art thief, that’s so exciting”. All the big ones get those. Along I went to this person’s tumblr and was about to send them a message when I saw they had already addressed the issue by saying they found reblogging annoying and that’s why they preferred reposting. That they never claimed the art was theirs.

Of course my first thought was “if you don’t like reblogging what are you doing on tumblr?”. But we shouldn’t give in to our first thoughts. They’re often rash.

So I get into a conversation with said art thief and try another way. Because THERE IS another way. We can’t nunchuk our way to awareness. This is what I wrote:

Hi, friendo! I'm sorry people are giving you a hard time, but crediting art is very important for us artists :( It's how we make our carreers. I understand you don't enjoy reblogging, but it can help people find our art and find more of our work if they need to. I also am really embarrassed to have to ask, but could you please credit sandersssons-comic or sanderssons in the quadruplets AU? It's a series I spent a lot of time on and I would hate it if people only read a part of it. Thanks and have a good day :D

They repond right away. Telling me they accept my apology (?)

Also that they found the image on google images.

Also asking how much artists get.

FIRST LESSON TO TAKE FROM THIS: Google Images, such as Google itself, it’s an image SEARCHER. It COMPILES images from the whole internet. An image being on Google Images DOES NOT MEAN IT’S UP FOR GRABS. Google Images provides the proper source of the picture.

BESIDES, Google Images can be a great tool for finding the author of an artpiece. Just go to Google Reverse Image Search. You can do it from your phone and from your desktop. Just put the image on and Google finds the original source for you!

So I proceed to explain to this person that artists don’t make much. Most of us get money from comissions that depend on the complexity. Some get Ko-Fis and Patreons and online shops with stickers and key chains and some other goodies.

ALTHOUGH, FOR YOU I ALSO SAY: PEOPLE ARE ENTITLED TO THEIR ART EVEN IF THEY DON’T GET MONEY FOR IT. BECAUSE IT’S THEIR OWN AND THEY MADE IT. DON’T BE A DICK.

They say: 

I don’t mean to be rude but you could just get more money by being an art teacher or something that pays good minimum wage. 

And you can imagine this big red flag raising in my head. Disengage. Disengage. Disengage. But this was a HUMAN BEING. And a misinformed one. I had already made contact. Might as well. I explained that we DO NOT WANT other jobs. This is our jobs. This is our choice of carreer. And it’s not hard to respect.

Reminder, that should go without saying: YOU DO NOT HAVE A SAY ON PEOPLE’S LIFE CHOICES

Our friend says they don’t understand cause they’re in high school and they don’t draw a lot (as if art knowledge just comes by osmosis when you draw a lot)

I said it was totally cool not to understand. Because it is

SECOND LESSON: SOMETIMES PEOPLE DON’T KNOW THINGS. I came back to tumblr for the Thomas Sanders fandom. A fandom that thrives on kindness and caring and validation of different people  

They thanked me for being cool and explaining things and asked if we could be friends. I said that absolutely

(After our little talk, they started giving credit to the pictures they could find. Read as: the ones that had signatures on the image)

We talked yesterday a whole part of the day. We get acquainted. They’re finding themselves as non-binary, they’re in high school. Things like that. I tell them I’m 20 and in college for journalism

In this proccess I explained how comissions worked and, again, why reblogging and not reposting was important

So yesterday night I’m already in bed when they message me “Hi”

I responded I was tired and going to sleep. They said they were going to bed too. And that they hated when they were accused of something they didn’t do. Which was stealing art

And I said that, indeed, they weren’t STEALING art per say. But reposting was a dick move. They got PISSED. So I tried to find an analogy they would understand.

Ok, think of it like this

You've painted a tradicional piece in oil and put it in your gallery with other paintings

Someone can't come and take the painting off the wall and put it on their gallery

Even if they say it's yours... It doesn't bring more people to your gallery. It exposes your work... But that's mostly it. 

To which they replied:

The Mona Lisa got stolen once and people have made counterfeit paintings in the past 

Which, goes without saying DOESN’T MAKE IT OKAY. Just because someone already murdered another, it doesn’t mean we can go around on a killing spree.

Besides, tumblr has original content and tools to get replicated inside the website. And so I told them.

And then again:

Why are the majority of people here artists who clearly don’t realize they can get a part time job? 

And I told them, AGAIN, they do not want part time jobs. They want these jobs.

They said I lied then, when I said art didn’t pay well. And proceeded to say they didn’t understand why people want to be starving artists.

Also that tumblr didn’t have the kind of images they wanted. EVEN THOUGH THIS WHOLE THING WAS HAPPENING BECAUSE ARTISTS FROM TUMBLR WERE FINDING THEIR ARTWORKS REPOSTED ON THEIR ACCOUNT.

I was also making them upset.

I tried to explain further, but they blocked me.

Fortunately, I was able to send one last message and I think it’s the biggest message I want to pass here.

I'm sorry I'm upsetting you but I've been nothing but respectful

Be respectful. Even when you’re mad. Even when people are rude. Kill them with kindness. If they’re too immature to listen to you, that’s on them. Practice what our dear youtubers preach (Thomas Sanders, Jack, Mark). 

This person is still reposting, yes. They’re giving credit, but still reposting. It’s a start, I believe. It’s more than I would have gotten sending a hate ask. 

So now, princes, princesses and non-binary royalty, I give you the

TL;DR

Artists are ENTITLED TO THEIR ART. You. Are. Not. It doesn’t matter if it’s on tumblr, on google images or on the street. If there’s a signature or not. Getting money for it or not (also, since I’m here, don’t forget that art is not only visual arts, but also videos, music, podcasts and a bagillion other things. If it’s not yours, don’t post it)

You DO NOT get a say on how people should get their wage (just like you don’t get a say on how they dress, on where they go, or who they love)

When you REBLOG, you help the artist to get known. It costs nothing. When you REPOST, you’re a dick. You’re not helping anyone and you’re giving yourself more trouble than just clicking a simple button

It’s okay not to know everything, but listen when people talk respectfully

Don’t be hard on people when you can be nice. Aggravating people will only make enemies of people who can be friends

Be mature enough to accept sometimes you’re wrong

BONUS ROUND: I believed we were done, but I saw this post short after. I didn’t think it was relevant to include, but I feel like I must say something.

I’ve had it with everyone being nothing but mean and antagonizing me. I’m not the bad guy and I really want to kill myself or leave tumblr. I’m never accepted by anyone or anywhere. Hell its hard to tell my friends I’m into men and women or that I like certain things. I get rejected constantly so goodbye forever 

And later proceeded to post normally.

Please notice that your life BEING HARD does not make up for BEING A DICK and REFUSING TO BE EDUCATED. I will not refrain from telling you the truth R E S P E C T F U L L Y to protect your feelings just because you’re LGBTQ+ (specially because the you being B part was totally new information for me in this post/and I’m in the community too).

So since I’m giving moral lessons, do this for your friends. We should not stand for something we do not agree. Real friends will respect your side and reconsider. If a person hostilizes you for having a different opinion - or, in this case, being right - they’re not someone you want to have around.

PS.: I will not disclose this person’s identity because it’s irrelevant. I’m only posting this in hopes it can help someone else

PPS.: I ended up did reporting this person for giving my comic specifically the wrong credit

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A Year Ago Today...

I talked to my best friend, my sister, my platonic soulmate, @sweetpea-seungyoon for the first time and we haven’t shut up since. But let me start at the beginning. I apologize in advance to those who are on mobile and my “read more/keep reading” isn’t working, I know this post is stupidly long. I tired by posting it on desktop!

The Beginning: I was let go (according to the government though, I was terminated) from a job that I had right out of school, for about 3 1/2 years, without notice or warning of being let go. The whole ordeal was handled very poorly and very unprofessionally and took about an hour to complete. I was also told to pack my desk up immediately and leave. I do so and the first thing I do when I get into my car? Call my mom. I tell her what happened her words, verbatim, “Are you fucking kidding me!” she’s annoyed the whole time I’m driving home (hands-free of course). When I get home, I explain the whole situation to my mom and show her the letter and she’s livid. She wanted to drive over there and have a strongly worded exchange with them, but I told her not to, it’s already done, no point in arguing with a wall. After all of that it was about 11:00am–11:30am when I finally got my mom to calm down and I calmed down a bit myself and I got on tumblr and this is where I first spoke to Bunny. I don’t know why, I guess I was hoping something on tumblr would make me feel better. Low and behold, Bunny was on a spree of reblogging our common ultimate bias, Kwon JiYong. There was so much of it and it just made me smile instantly. I should also point out here that I’d only been following Bunny for about a month, hadn’t had much interaction except for when I messaged the network. I decided to tell her how much I loved the JiYong spam, and this is what happened: 

Because I’m a fucking moron, I sent her this message from my old main! But you know, this skyrocketed our friendship. Also, after I sent that message of “hate that tumblr does this...” I was literally sitting on my bed, much like I am now thinking, “wow you’re so dumb, she’s never gonna speak to you again after this.” But she did. We talked ALL DAY. And I don’t even know why, but when she asked me what was wrong, I basically spilled my guts to her and she was just so instantly supportive, there was no awkwardness. Usually I’m not super open about my personal life to people I’m just starting to talk to, but it just felt so natural with Bunny. This is what she said to me after I spilled my guts to her:

THIS WAS WITHIN AN HOUR OF TALKING TO HER. AN HOUR! We did talk all day after that on my seoulofakwonjiyong blog. 

The Middle: We first spoke on the phone during a network meet and greet. Bunny thought my voice was super cute. I’ve said this before when talking about Bunny, but I feel like it’s important to say again, one of the first things I said to her on the phone when everyone was quiet was, “what are you going to do if a murderer comes into your house?” again I was like, “fuck! Why did you say that! Everyone is going to think you’re weird! Stop talking!” and without hesitating, Bunny replies, “I don’t know, maybe jump out the window I’m standing in front of.” She thought I was hilarious, while others didn’t think so. Anyway, we would talk on an off a lot after that. Then something happened and she kind of disappeared, but I kept messaging her. Just asking if she was okay and if she needed anything. She always said she was fine, just taking a break, trying to figure things out. When things did get figured out, she was back and we talked every day. Literally. Every. Day. Our days feel weird or off if we don’t talk at least once. 

Now: We’ve only been friends for a year, but we’ve been through so much. We’ve lost and gained friends, as a unit. We’ve been through things that would normally happen over the span of a few years of knowing someone. We’ve been through things that usually push people apart, instead we grow closer. There’s just this natural flow between us. For me, Bunny is just my brand of weird. Is she weird? Yes. Is she aware that she’s weird? Yes. Am I aware that she’s weird? YES. But rather than just tell her she’s weird (which she already knows), I let her do what she wants to do and then we laugh about it later or I repeat it back because I’m not sure she actually said what she said. This is the cause of a lot of laughter and a lot of convo posts. She likes to sing when she’s doing things, usually about what she’s doing or she makes up songs when she’s trying to figure out her feelings. And I just kind of listen or watch like a proud parent. 

We both have bad pasts with friends who are girls and find it hard to open up to other women in friendships, but we’ve never connected with someone so naturally. There was literally never an awkward period between us, everything has always been so natural. We also have a lot of common experiences in general. I’ll start talking about something that happened to me and she’ll be like, “I had something like that happen to me too!” I never thought I would connect with someone like this or find someone that I could just be myself around. I’m never afraid of her judging me or of her thinking I’m weird. 

I just want her to know that she’s so wonderful and amazing and beautiful and lovable. She’s super supportive of those she cares about, even if she may not completely agree, she’ll still support whatever decision you make. She’s hilarious, she makes me laugh all the time, 90% of our phone calls are us laughing. She always puts others before herself. Even if she’s having a bad day, she wants to know how I am and if she can help, which is bad sometimes because I wanna help her before she helps me and it gets really confusing. Usually just talking to each other makes us feel better. 

If you find someone that you connect with like this or it’s just easy to be yourself around them, do yourself a favor, hold onto them tight. Because trust me, they need you just as much as you need them. 

I’ll stop talking now because I know I talk about her a lot. I just haven’t had a friendship like this before and I don’t know how to express how much it means to me other than talking everyone’s ears off about it! 

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Nickname(s): Az (believe me, my full name is just... ridiculous)

Gender: female

Sign: Gemini (yes, I am very much a Gemini in most ways lol)

Height: 5′2" (I'm a tiny)

Time: 11.30am

Fave band(s): uhhh I was hardcore in bandom for a few years so favorite bands tend to rotate. So, what is currently on rotation right now... Paramore, Dashboard Confessional, Finger Eleven, Muse and Killswitch Engage

Fave solo artist(s): Is it my age that makes me listen to more solo artists lately?? But the band thing also applies here. On rotation I have King Princess, Michael Jackson, Beyoncé, Hayley Kiyoko and John Legend

Song stuck in my head: One Last Time from the Hamilton soundtrack

Last movie I saw: i recently rewatched the first Avengers movie

Last show I watched: I caught up on this week's Masterchef Australia :D

When did I create my blog: i want to say 2009/2010

What do I post: i mostly reblog fandom things and of course I post my fics here. Sometimes I'll post some anecdote about what's going on in my life

Last thing I googled: uhhh, I was looking for a Walt Whitman poem that a post reminded me of. It's called To You by the way :)

Do I have any other blogs: i do have a few side-blogs, mostly fandom ones, and one for my writing.

Do I get asks: not often on this tumblr but my writing one sees more action 😂

Why did I choose my url: Amalthea is from one of my favorite movies as a kid, The Last Unicorn and of course, Az is me :D

Following: 277 (and that is after a huge unfollowing spree that I did awhile ago)

Followed by: 320 (after I blocked all the porn bots)

Average hours of sleep: 3 - 4 hours on a normal day? Maybe a little more than that sometimes but I do get a really bad headache if I sleep for more than 6 hours

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: I've been playing the guitar since college and I dabble on the piano from time to time. And I really want to eventually learn to play the drums too

What I am wearing: shirt and jeans

Dream job: travel journalist

Dream trip: if my last answer wasn't obvious, any trip to anywhere is kind of a dream trip haha

Fave food: i think it'd be easier to list foods I don't like. I'm honestly the least picky eater

Nationality: Bruneian 🇧🇳

Fave song: One Last Time is certainly making a convincing bid for that spot lmao

Last book I read: The Course of Love by Alain de Botton

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: Pawnee from Parks and Rec because I'd want to meet Leslie (and also have those goddamn waffles), National City from Supergirl because I just want to hug everybody a day each and the Avatar universe because I'd want to find out if I'd be a bender or not and if I am, what kind (though most likely air)

Tagging: @lostchips, @nerdyfancupcake, @battenthecrosshatches, @pippytmi, @youngbloodbuzz, @idontneedtobeforgiven and anybody else is welcome to play along ❤️❤️❤️

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I’ll Be Your Safety

I’ll Be Your Safety | Prince Daniel had long since given up on the idea of ever finding someone he could love. Being a prince came with consequences after all, and there was no one Dan could trust - except for his best friend Prince Phillip from their neighboring kingdom who Dan may or may not have been incredibly in love with. Phil doesn’t want him back though, surely, right? So when Dan is sent to find a proper partner to marry, he doesn’t immediately think of Phil - until he does. | Phan | Teen and Up | Prince AU, fake relationship, getting together, marriage | 8,077 Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

Originally this idea was claimed by @philscurls for the phandom reverse bang. However, I absolutely fell in love with the prompt while Ellen struggled with it, so I asked her if I could take it over, and low and behold… she let me! Last night I went on a writing spree and pulled this together just after the posting date was meant to go up, but I’m super happy with how this turned out, and I can’t wait to share it with you guys! It was so much fun to write, and I hope that the original artist, @laura-sketches will enjoy it as well!

You can find the art (Here) and I hope that the artist will be posting soon as well so I can link to her actual post that you guys can reblog!

Special thanks to my wonderful beta @phillybops for taking a look over it and catching my silly mistakes! Enjoy guys <3

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It was the abrupt sound of pulled curtains and the sudden appearance of bright light behind Dan’s eyes that woke him, jarring him from a nasty sleep full of dark dreams that made little to no sense in the morning, but left Dan feeling a sort of dread in the pit of his stomach. He moaned as he rolled over in the satin sheets of his bed, and tried to pull the covers over his head to block out the light that surrounded him now, so very different from the darkness of his dreams and the pulsating music from last night.

“Get up, Prince Daniel,” an acerbic voice Dan recognized all too well called to him, voice loud in the silence of the early morning.

“Don’ ‘anna,” Dan moaned in response, rolling over once more in an attempt to bury himself in a burrito of his sheets. There was a knowing sigh in response- the only sound other than breathing in the Prince’s room and then a light touch against Dan’s back. Dan knew what was coming before it happened.

In one swift movement, Dan’s personal butler grabbed hold of the end of Dan’s duvet, and yanked it from Dan’s naked body, exposing him rather suddenly to the sheer chill of the early morning air.

With a loud yelp, Dan jerked upwards in bed, and shouted, “‘K, ‘M up!” like the hungover young adult that he was. His eyes popped wide open, taking in his surroundings, and he drew his body in itself in an attempt to keep warm, uncaring for his nude state in front of the man who had seen far worse things from Dan.

Frederick, Dan’s butler from birth, stood at the foot of Dan’s bed holding his duvet in his hands with a look of shuttered amusement on his face, something Dan had gotten quite used to. He always did his best to appear stern with Dan, but Dan had long since learned of the man’s affection for him, and he’d never let it go.

Reaching up with a wide yawn, Dan carded his fingers through his curly hair, pushing back his fringe so it sat more as a quiff against his forehead, and scratched aimlessly at his other arm as he worked to wake himself up. He couldn’t quite remember what day it was as he blinked blearily around his room, unsurprised to find his late night conquest from the day before gone. Dan was certain Frederick had escorted them out early that morning to keep the prince safe from strange attempts on his life or his heart, and for that, Dan was thankful.

Still he wasn’t entirely sure why he had been awoken so early as well. Normally, Frederick let Dan sleep in on the weekends; the time when Dan was free from royal duties and unneeded in the throne room for people’s requests. Dan had long since finished his schooling, and his swords master was on a long trip to visit his family this month, so Dan wasn’t expected to meet with him either. The sight of the rising sun so clear at his window showed that it was certainly early morning and not afternoon, though, so there was no doubt in Dan’s mind that something was going on.

Frederick stepped forward then, handing Dan a cracker, a tablet, and a glass of water, of which Dan knew was for his hangover. Smiling goofily up at his butler, Dan took the items agreeably enough, and choked down the medication with a look of utter disgust on his face he could never hide no matter how hard he tried. Frederick laughed at him in turn.

“Perhaps the young master should refrain from getting drunk every night, and he wouldn’t have to take such medicine anymore,” Frederick stated pleasantly enough. If Dan hadn’t liked him as much as he did, he might have thrown the glass at him in turn, but he refrained and merely rolled his eyes instead.

“You’ve said before, Frederick,” Dan replied plainly. Then, realizing that he was unlikely to be allowed back to sleep now that he was up, and feeling really rather chilly without any clothing on or his duvet to curl up under, Dan stood with another yawn and stretched his limbs until his joints popped pleasantly. Frederick averted his gaze politely, but did not move from his place at the end of Dan’s bed. “Now what is that you’ve awoken me so early for?” Dan asked, taking a step toward his wardrobe, only to wobble dangerously as a sharp pain shifted through his backside that reminded him of just what he’d been up to last night.

Dan winced, caught himself, and sighed. That was a pain he was rather used to, but it was always difficult for the first few hours afterwards. He’d just have to endure.

As Dan moved to his wardrobe to dress, Frederick cleared his throat to explain his presence there.

“As you might remember, Prince Daniel,” he began, a sentence that made Dan snort as they both knew he did not remember what was going on, “Your parents are expecting your trip to begin to today. You did promise to be on your way by the end of the month, after all.”

That’s when the words hit Dan, and a watery memory he’d been seeking to bury under uninhibited quantities of alcohol for the last three weeks came rushing back at him, nearly burying him in the same, unidentifiable shame he’d felt when his parents had first instructed him on what he was to do.

Dan was being sent off to find a suitable partner from their neighboring kingdom where King Lester resided, in an attempt to not only stop Dan from sleeping around with their own subjects, but to finally unite their kingdoms in a very finite way. Dan groaned, and dropped his hand from where he’d been reaching for his court clothes, realizing that the day had finally come where Dan would have to leave.

Riding leathers it would have to be, then.

“Tell me again, Frederick,” Dan started sadly, shifting to the back of his wardrobe to find the right kind of long underwear to cover his privates and prevent his legs from chafing too much, “Why my parents are making me do this?”

Dan already knew the answer, and Frederick did too, but it didn’t matter. They both knew Dan wasn’t looking for any real answers. He was merely groaning the way he always did when his parents forced him to do things that he didn’t want to.

Frederick answered Dan anyway.

“As the eldest Prince, you are required to find a suitable partner to rule at your side until your death.”

Dan rolled his eyes.

“And if it isn’t a woman,” Dan mocked back, quoting his father’s terribly annoying words, “Then it will be your younger brother’s duty to continue the family line.”

Dan had never once been ashamed of his pre-declination towards men before, and though his parents had never strictly forbidden it, they had made it clear that it would merely shame him if after his death it wasn’t his own child that inherited the throne, but his brother’s. Too bad for the King that Dan literally didn’t care, and good for him that his brother was far more interested in women than Dan was.

That was the only positive coming out of this whole finding a partner in the neighboring kingdom thing. At least Dan wasn’t being forced into wedlock with a woman of all things. Still, he didn’t have to be happy about any of it. If Dan were to have his way, he’d not only never marry, but he’d cede the kingdom to his brother as well.

King Howell was never going to allow that though, so Dan had no choice but to go along with his wishes.

“If I may, Prince Daniel,” Frederick suddenly asked, coming up behind Dan to help him shrug on his leather tunic, the one to protect him from the winds as he rode. Dan allowed it, and inclined his head for his butler to continue. “Why are you so against marriage?”

Dan hesitated. No one had ever asked him that question before, and it came as a surprise to hear the question now. It wasn’t that Dan was against marriage, per se, it was more that… well. Call him old fashioned, but Dan wasn’t into the whole forced marriage thing

“Prince’s don’t get to marry for love, Frederick. They marry for duty,” he finally said. “And while I’d love to marry for love, the chances of my marrying anyone who didn’t just want me for my status, is next to nil.”

Frederick didn’t reply, and Dan didn’t continue. His thoughts turned inward, his heart aching at the realization that even now, leaving his own kingdom for another, he would still be in danger of finding no one better suited to him than those he slept with night after night in his own kingdom. At least they knew better than to expect an offer to stay, and merely took the money Dan handed to them quietly without asking for anything more. The people in the Lester’s Kingdom, Dan could not say the same for, and he could not deny that he feared the predators who he might end up bringing home.

It didn’t help that Dan was quite close with the Lesters. Their two kingdoms had been in peace negotiations for years, and Dan had grown up with the Lester children at his side since he was a boy. That would all be well and good if Dan hadn’t gone and fallen in love with the youngest, Prince Philip, the most beautiful man Dan had ever known, inside and out. He’d long since come to terms with the fact that he could never have the other prince, and had taken out his frustrations on men of his own kingdom who looked like Phil by courting them and taking him to his bed over and over again.

No one could ever truly replace Phil, though, and it had been a hard pill to swallow when Dan had realized he would not only never get to marry Phil, but he’d be forced to unite their kingdoms by marrying a man of Phil’s home. How much crueler could his family get? They were unintentionally allowing him so close to the object of his affections, only to prevent him from grasping hold - not that it was their fault Dan would never have the prince, at least not technically.

Dan thought his parents might not completely flip if Dan chose to marry a prince, rather than just some dignitary’s son, but Dan would never get the chance. Prince Philip had always been so far from Dan, despite being right there his entire life. Phil could never love Dan, not like Dan loved Phil, and it had long since been a lost cause.

Dan sighed as Frederick continued to help him prepare for his long journey that morning, and tried to pretend that his life was not about to come to an end.

**

The journey to the Lester’s Kingdom was a familiar one to Dan. He’d gone many times before, though usually not alone, and was familiar with the dark trails through forests and roads that would take him to his best friend’s doorstep. He’d driven in carriages before, and rode his own horse many times, but never for the purpose he was taking the trail now.

Normally, Dan went for a visit with Phil, to spend a month or two with the man his parents knew Dan had always been close to, but never before had he gone without Phil knowing of his coming, or without the express purpose in mind to visit with his Prince. The idea of doing so now put a damper on the journey that had used to excite Dan so, and he sighed as he rode atop his horse with a bag of supplies against his back.

The journey was a relatively short one, a good week from one capital to the next, but without the pleasure of making up plans of ways to steal away the Prince’s attention once he arrived, it felt longer this time. Dan was bored out of his mind, having refused a detail of guards to accompany him when he’d left early Sunday morning, and suddenly regretted the lack of company. At least the guards would have been good for small talk, maybe a good romp in the hay, but instead Dan had chosen to take this journey alone.

Maybe Dan had just been hoping he’d find a good few farm men to sleep with once he’d crossed the border, maybe even considered for a moment to take them home, but it didn’t matter now. Dan had crossed the border yesterday afternoon, but he’d stuck to the shadows of the trails he knew like the back of his hand, and avoided civilians like the plague. It was completely contrary to his original plans, self sabotage, and yet Dan, couldn’t bring himself to care.

In fact, Dan couldn’t bring himself to care about much of anything these days. For the past month, he’d been dreading the moment he’d actually have to leave on this journey, and it had left his life feeling incredibly pointless. Maybe that was why his exploits with the men of the kingdom had gotten so much more… frequent, recently.

Not to mention messy. Dan hadn’t thought he’d ever have a threesome, but, well…

If the second man hadn’t looked like a carbon copy of Dan himself, he probably would have been too jealous to let anyone be involved in his fun with the Phil lookalike, but no one needed to know about that. It was fine now anyway. Dan just needed to get to the capital, and start spending time with known Duke’s and higher up’s. Perhaps he could even settle for a merchant. Dan didn’t know who would be the best to take home, unsure if he’d even be able to find someone who he’d ever be able to love, or who wouldn’t attempt to take full advantage of him.

Why had his parents thought this was a good idea again?

Suddenly, Dan was ripped from his thoughts at the loud sound of his own horse whinnying, and the jostling movement of the horse jerking back, front hooves kicking at the air for a brief moment. Dan yelled out in surprise, and took hold tightly of his reins, pulling back on them to try and control his horse, all while he searched wildly for the source of his horse’s terror.

His own eyes were wide, fingers itching to brace around the hilt of his sword at his waist, but he didn’t even know where, or what, his enemy even was.

“Calm, Moody!” Dan shouted as he pulled harder on the reigns, head whipping around desperately to find the issue as Moody continued to thrash about, kicking behind herself, and then huffing loudly.

It took another moment, but Moody finally settled down, her body tense and unhappy under Dan. Still, her relaxation relieved Dan, who was finally able to see straight enough to find what had caused all the commotion in the first place.

The first thing he saw as he stared straight in front of himself and Moody was a large, brown gelding. He was stood stock still in the middle of the trail, going lengthwise across the path and preventing anyone from moving past him. The second thing Dan saw was an unsettled tree, disrupted bushes, and a trail of heavy and unhidden footsteps trailing away from said horse and into the forest around them, just off the beaten path Dan was taking now.

Instantly, Dan tensed.

Someone was here.

“Who's out there?” he yelled, unafraid, as he let go of his horse's reins and jumped off of her, his hand going straight to the hilt of his sword. “Show yourself!” he continued when he got no response, turning slowly but surely on nimble feet, ready to fight for his life if it came down to it.

Whoever had hidden in the woods either hadn’t wanted to be seen by Dan, or was planning an ambush. Regardless of the reason, Dan was not going to ignore the signs and continue on his way dangerously. Not to mention, a large horse was stood in his way, and there was no chance in hell Dan was getting off the well known beaten path and walking into some kind of trap.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Dan hollered, voice menacing, when the person did not appear after Dan’s first call towards them. “You’ve been caught, sir! I know you’re there! Reveal yourself!”

There was a crunching sound from Dan’s left, and he whirled with his sword thrust out just in time to press the tip of the metal to the throat of someone who appeared all too familiar, and who was looking at Dan with a grin on his face that seemed to stretch for miles.

Staring at this man was like staring into the sun, and Dan’s jaw nearly dropped as he realized who this was.

“Phil!” he shouted, a grin of his own taking over his face. His sword arm fell as he dropped the weapon to the forest floor, and without another thought in his mind, Dan threw himself into the arms of the other prince, warmth immediately seeping into his skin. He buried his face into Phil’s neck the best he could considering he’d grown taller than him over the last year, and inhaled his scent sharply as Phil chuckled against his ear.

“Dan,” Phil replied softly, and merely held Dan tighter in turn. “It’s good to see you,” he explained, and placed his own chin on top of Dan’s curly mop of hair. His embrace was heaven to Dan, and he never wanted to let go.

**

They ended up settling down at camp a few miles into the forest haven they’d been walking through. Phil had had the foresight to carry his own sleeping bag, while Dan had been sleeping on the floor the past few days, but it was unmistakable that they had both been traveling. Dan was more relieved than he could say that he’d run into Phil, but the fact that Phil had been traveling at all was starting to niggle at the back of Dan’s mind.

What was Phil doing out here?

He hadn’t asked yet, though. Instead, the two had walked their horses to a somewhat hidden clearing in the forest, tied them up, gotten them water, and then begun to build a fire for themselves. Night was coming quick, and while the sun was still setting, neither wanted to be caught out in the cold.

As Phil spread out his sleeping bag near the fire, and Dan propped up a bundle of clothes as a makeshift pillow they way he’d done the past few days, the two settled in with a kettle over the fire, and a simple broth brewing. Phil had offered his small cache of supplies for dinner without Dan even getting a chance to say no, but Dan wasn’t going to complain; the cook at Phil’s palace made the best vegetable broth Dan had ever tasted, and he was glad to have a chance at some now.

“So,” Phil finally said, breaking the easy banter they’d fallen into earlier, teasing each other the way they’d always done when they were together. “What are you doing all the way out here? I wasn’t expecting to run into you on the road.”

Dan let out a heavy, dramatic sigh, and flopped backwards against the makeshift pillow he’d created of his clothes, an action that both men were rather familiar with - Dan always had been the drama king. Phil laughed at the action, and Dan turned his head to grin at his best friend, feeling his heart race excitedly in his chest at the sight of him. He still couldn’t quite believe he’d somehow managed to run into Phil out here, especially when he was meant to be on a trip to find a partner to drag home.

In a way, Dan wasn’t sure if he was more happy to have Phil with him now, or upset, because now he had to admit to Phil why he was here.

“Well,” Dan replied, drawing out the “e” for extra dramatic effect. Dan liked the way it made Phil grin at him, his tongue sticking out through his teeth, smile gummy in the cutest of ways. Dan’s heart fluttered in his chest. “To tell you the truth,” Dan continued, and sighed as he remembered why exactly he was out here. The humor from a moment earlier seemed to suddenly be gone. “My parents sent me off to find a partner. They were getting sick of me sleeping around every weekend, and they gave me one last month before I was required to pick someone from your kingdom to finally tie our kingdoms together.”

The words kind of rushed out of Dan in one long breath. Suddenly, Dan realized just how desperate he’d been feeling lately to just talk about all of this; his fears and the terror of having to marry an actual stranger, of potentially being stuck in a loveless marriage…

Dan rolled onto his side and stared at the dirt underneath him, picking at it with his nails and refusing to look at Phil, who’d yet to reply to what he’d said.

“I guess I’d just really hoped I’d find someone I could actually love before I was forced to get married,” Dan admitted on an exhale. “I thought maybe my parents would… understand.” He closed his eyes and let his hands go limp against the floor, suddenly feeling entirely drained of all energy.

Phil still hadn’t said a word, but Dan knew it wasn’t because Phil didn’t know what to say. He just wanted to give Dan his space to finish. Phil had always been good like that. While Dan couldn’t seem to help himself when it came to interrupting other people and interjecting with his own thoughts before they’d even finished speaking, Phil had always been so incredibly patient. It was no wonder Dan was so in love with him.

“I just don’t want to end up with someone who’s just using me to be a prince or princess,” Dan finally admitted at last, and fell silent.

As always, Phil seemed to know when Dan was done, as not a second too early or too late, Phil was letting out a soft sigh and reaching over with gentle fingers to ruffle up Dan’s curly hair. The touch instantly made Dan smile, and he basked in the warmth of Phil’s affection.

“Yeah. I get that,” Phil agreed, and the thing was, Dan knew he really did. It wasn’t like when his butler or his classmates would agree back when he was doing schooling with some of the other duchess and dukes kids, or even the other servants in the palace. No one had ever really understood the way only Phil could, because he was a prince too.

Dan was only jealous of the fact that Phil was the second son, and therefore might have more of a chance than Dan of finding someone to love. If only that person could have been Dan.

“But if it makes you feel any better,” Phil continued, “My parents sent me to visit your kingdom for the exact same reason as you're visiting mine.”

It took a while for the words to proper register in Dan’s mind, unhelped by the way Phil’s fingers continued to card through his hair in an affectionate manner Dan so rarely got these days. At first, he merely hummed in reaction to Phil, eyes still closed as he rested with his head half off of his makeshift pillow, and then what Phil had said finally seemed to hit him.

Dan sat bolt upright in seconds, eyes popping wide and mouth dropping open as he moved to look at Phil. His best friend was biting his lip on what seemed to be an embarrassed smile, and his bluey-green eyes reflected a sadness Dan was certain was in his own. The sight made his heart ache, and he craved the chance to reach out and reassure Phil the way Phil had done so many times before for Dan.

But he couldn’t, because Dan was unable to get past the gnawing, horrified feeling in the pit of his stomach that Dan’s fantasy’s were truly about to crash down all around him.

Phil was looking for a partner. Phil was going to get married.

And it wasn’t going to be to him.

Dan’s heart was suddenly racing in his chest. He felt kind of dizzy, but he was doing his best not to give in to the sudden desperate desire to heave in needy breaths of air. Clenching his fingers into fists at his sides, Dan merely stared at Phil, completely aghast, and tried to take the situation in.

“What?” he finally managed to gasp out. Phil, much to Dan’s distress, ducked his head at the word, as if he didn’t want to have to face Dan about this anymore than Dan had wanted to face Phil. “You mean…?”

Phil nodded his head.

Dan was absolutely stunned, but that didn’t prevent a stone from dropping in his stomach and nearly killing him.

“Yeah, I uh. Well, Martyn’s just gotten engaged. His wedding will be in the next month, and I’m expected to introduce my own betrothed at the reception, so ah. Here I am,” Phil introduced, laughing at himself. His voice sounded frail and awkward, and Dan didn’t know what to do.

He’d never been any good at comforting others. That had always been Phil’s specialty, not Dan’s. Suddenly every last thought Dan had had about enjoying Phil’s company for the rest of his journey, maybe even borrowing him as a wingman, begging for one last glimpse of hope that Phil might be jealous, might be interested, evaporated into thin air.

Every last thought that Phil was lucky, that he might find love even if Dan didn’t, disappeared.

They were both trapped in the same horrifying circumstances, and somehow, for Dan, knowing that Phil would soon be off the market was too much for him to bear.

So he hatched a plan. As he stared at Phil, who was back to stirring the slowly warming broth over their fire, refusing to look back at Dan, he thought. Dan thought about the way Phil made him feel, and the hope he’d had that he might still have some time left alone with Phil come the future, after he’d married and left his husband back at home. Dan thought about the empty place in his heart where Phil had lived since they were kids, and the desire he’d stirred in Dan when he’d first turned fourteen and showed up all grown and adorable with dyed black hair grown into a stylish fringe.

Dan thought of all the times they’d spent back at the palace, playing and fighting and bickering late into the night, telling each other their secrets and whispering promises of love that had always meant more on Dan’s end than Phil. Dan thought of Phil’s lips, and how badly he’d wanted to kiss them for years now, and his hands and the warmth of them against Dan.

Dan tried to imagine either of them being married to someone else, and his heart wrenched.

Maybe… maybe Dan still had a chance. Maybe Phil didn’t love him, didn’t view him like that at all, but maybe Phil would be willing to pretend, just for a little while, to save them both from their plight.

“What if you marry me, instead,” Dan blurted out, ears flushing red as he realized he’d said that out loud. His heart was thundering away in his chest, and he could feel terror trying to envelope him all over again, but he refrained. Phil was looking at him now, his head having whipped up the second the words had passed Dan’s lips, but his gaze was closed off - stunned.

Dan had to push on.

“Think about it. We both want nothing more than to find someone we can actually love, and there’s no way either of us is going to find someone we can so much as trust in the next month. The task our parents have set us is impossible,” Dan explained, talking fast, afraid he wouldn’t get through his whole speech before Phil interrupted him with a crazed laugh. Why would Phil ever want to marry Dan anyway? This was insane, and Dan had no idea what he was saying, but he couldn’t stop now.

He had to try. This was his last chance.

“If we were to get married, it would unite our kingdoms, and you would be a king one day. You would rule at my side, and you’d have all the time in the world to find someone you could actually love. It’s perfect Phil, don’t you see?” Dan continued, pushing forward until he was almost pleading. He could hear the distress in his own voice, the terror, the pain, and he couldn’t help wondering if Phil could see right through him.

Dan wasn’t offering to save them both the pain of finding a proper partner to marry. Dan was offering because he wanted to savor every last moment he ever got with Phil before someone else came along and stole him away. Dan would take anything if it meant holding Phil by his side, even a fake marriage that was nothing more than a piece of paper and public display.

“Think about it,” Dan continued, still talking fast, eyes wide and pleading. “It could be perfect. We’re best friends, what could be worse than marrying your best friend? And it’s not like we have to have sex. The law about consummating marriage beds and blood on the sheets was banished ages ago. It could totally work, and I -”

“Dan,” Phil murmured, cutting Dan off mid word. The action was half expected, and yet so rare, that Dan cut his ramble off immediately and looked up at Phil. He was surprised to find his friend staring back at him with something tender and warm in his eyes, and felt that something that had been tightening around his throat suddenly loosen until he could breathe again.

“Dan, shh. Stop. You don’t have to convince me. I think that would be a wonderful idea. I’d love to be your husband.”

Phil’s eyes were glittering, and he was smiling, a not so secret laugh on his lips, but Dan didn’t care. All he could do was stare at Phil in absolute wonder and awe, amazed that his spontaneous plan had actually worked.

Phil had agreed to marry him, and it had hardly even taken any convincing. Phil was looking at Dan like he loved him for this, and even if that love didn’t expand beyond platonic, Dan didn’t mind.

“I just can’t believe we never thought of this before,” Phil continued, chuckling lightly. His cheeks were flushed and red, but Dan was unsure why, nor did he quite understand the seeming hysteria in Phil’s eyes. “It’s perfect, and it probably would have gotten our parents off our backs ages ago! Besides,” Phil continued, smirking, “I guess that means you really aren’t ever getting rid of me now!”

“Phil!” Dan whined, “Shut up!” he complained, but his heart wasn’t in it, even as he reached over to shove Phil onto the floor, laughing as the action devolved into an impromptu wrestling match that made Dan feel warm and breathless all over.

Dan was too busy floating on cloud nine, because Phil Lester had said yes to his proposal, and they were getting married.

**

While the trip towards Phil’s kingdom and over the border had been boring bordering on terrible, the trip back was anything but. It was full of raucous laughter and a level of fun that Dan had never experienced with anyone but Phil. There was teasing aplenty, and even a few good natured shoves, but Dan had never gotten along so well with anyone as he did with Phil.

Every time they walked back into each other's lives after a long absence, they found that they fit together like puzzle pieces. It was as if they’d never been apart, and while they filled each other in on the antics of their home lives, it never felt forced or hard. There were no awkward silences to fill because the two never seemed to run out of stories to tell each other, and when they did, it didn’t feel awkward to just bask in each other’s presence.

It was actually the opposite. Dan had never felt so safe as he did in Phil’s presence, and just having Phil there beside him riding his horse left Dan feeling warm to his core. He didn’t need words or even contact to make him feel whole, the way he did when Phil wasn’t around, and Dan that for as long as he had Phil at his side, he’d never draw another man into his bed.

Well, actually, Dan couldn’t make that promise, but he knew that he would never need it the same way he did now. No one could truly replace Phil, and Phil made Dan feel like he was on top of the world. No one could top that. If Dan could never have Phil the way he wanted him, he would take his friendship with the ease and grace of a gelding, and appreciate every second of his company.

While the trip to Phil’s kingdom had taken a few days at most, the trip back took closer to the week Dan had planned to get to the capital of Phil’s kingdom. Dan didn’t mind though. Unlike the boring trip there, the trip back was the most fun Dan had had in ages.

Half the time, he and Phil were messing around. They spent just as much time racing their horses to see who could take turns and reach certain areas faster than the other just for the hell of it, bickering and joking over the results every time they tied until night had fallen and they’d failed to get much further than a few yards from their destination of last night.

Neither male truly minded though. They hadn’t seen each other in just about a year now, both busy with their own business in presiding kingdoms, and they were making up for lost time now.

They never spoke of their soon to be marriage, though, and Dan tried to pretend that that didn’t hurt. Sometimes he’d see Phil turn and look at him with an expression full of both longing and fear in his eyes that made Dan fear they were doing the wrong thing, but as quick as the expression was there, it was gone, and Dan was left to wonder if he’d ever really seen it at all.

They swam in the lake just off the border between their kingdoms on the third day of their trip, and dunked each other under the water so many times Dan could practically taste algae in the back of his throat. Dan spent more time than he’d care to admit staring at Phil’s toned chest, and how he’d grown since Dan had last seen him, and tried not to reach out and touch more than was actually necessary. Being two young adult men, however, rough housing was how they got on, and it was inevitable that Dan would touch. He tried not to feel guilty with the zing it sent through him, and merely pressed on and tried to pretend that he just saw Phil as a friend.

On the fourth day they went hunting, something they were both exceptionally poor at, and merely managed to catch a rabbit which Phil then refused to slay. They set the unharmed animal free back in the woods, and sat down with their quickling dwindling rations for dinner that night with good natured smiles and reassurances that they’d done the right thing. Dan held Phil’s hand and squeezed at his fingers every time he wondered if he’d ever be any good at ruling if he couldn’t even kill a rabbit for his dinner that night, and Dan reassured him that Phil would do what was right in the end.

Besides, they hadn’t needed that rabbit that night, and had mostly trapped it for the fun of it.

That seemed to be enough to reassure Phil, and they continued on.

On the fifth day, the two stumbled upon a wounded wolf that Phil merely couldn’t ignore, and after gaining the animals trust, the two nursed it back to health over the following two days, ignoring their own needs to get home and merely enjoying each other’s company and the mutual caring for a wounded animal. Dan watched Phil the whole time he stroked the wolf’s head and mended the two hurt back paw’s that had prevented the poor animal from running away when they’d first approached it, and felt his heart ache with the desire to have this man in every way.

Phil was so gentle and kind, his eyes soft and his touch warm. Dan would never find someone as good as Phil, not even if he could search the whole wide world.

Soon enough, though, the wolf healed enough to stand and fend for itself, and while Dan and Phil both were sad to see the animal go, they waved it off as it loped away after one last affectionate nuzzle that told them both they would never be forgotten.

Then, finally, on the eighth day, the two finally crossed city lines into the capital just past sun down, and turned to grin at each other. Their faces were grimy and covered in sweat, and their horses stood under them unamused at their antics over the last few days, particularly the event with the wolf that had detained them so close to home.

Still, Dan didn’t regret a second of it, and as he stared out at the capital of his kingdom, taking in the sights he’d haunted so many years now finding men to take to his bed to replace Phil, Dan felt something right finally settle in his chest. He had Phil at his side now, regardless of what that might really mean, and Dan was going to soak up every last day he got with Phil before Phil moved on to someone else.

The thought of that day coming sooner rather than later dampened Dan spirits, and he shoved the thought away as soon as it came. He could deal with that later. For now, he had a betrothed to take home.

“Ready?” Dan asked Phil, turning back to look at him once more.

Phil turned his head as well, eyes shining bright, and mouth open in a toothy grin. Dan could see his tongue sticking out, just the tip. It was everything and more.

“Ready,” Phil agreed, and took the lead.

**

Dan shouldn’t have been surprised at how well his parents had taken the news when he’d arrived in court that day with Phil at his side, arm’s laced together, and a plan on the tip of their tongues. There had been something knowing about the look Dan’s mother had given him, but his father, as expected, had merely grunted his agreement and reminded Dan’s brother Adrien of the renewed need for the youngest son to produce an heir that Dan was clearly never going to be able to bear.

Dan would have felt bad, or even guilty, if it hadn’t been for the fact that his brother didn’t care in the least. No choices had been taken from him when it had been clear from the start that he was pretty much only interested in women, and he didn’t so much as bat an eye at Dan when he was summoned and subsequently excused.

Phil, on the other hand, had looked suitably grave, as if he were blaming himself for taking away Dan’s one chance at an heir by marrying him. Dan wasn’t sure if the expression was real, or a mere farce put on for his father, but he never got a chance to ask. He was too busy being dragged into wedding planning not twenty-four hours later, while Phil was sent off back home to inform his family of his decision.

Dan regretted not getting to go with Phil, but with the wedding scheduled to go along with Martyn and his betrothed Cornelia’s, the two did not have much time to plan. Besides, Dan was not long shipped off with carriage upon carriage of supplies to the Lester’s a week or so later, and left to plan there. By then, he’d mostly forgotten about Phil’s grave expression and its implications, and had merely soaked up every last moment he was given to spend at Phil’s side.

Not that there was much of that. The two weren’t even allowed their customary sleepovers anymore because of their betrothal and how it would be seen as unright, not to mention the fact that every minute that was not spent planning for the dual wedding was either spent sleeping or eating. That left very little time for Dan to even check in with Phil and see if this was still what he wanted, let alone mess around with his best friend, so Dan let the grave expression go. At least for a little while.

By the time the wedding day arrived, the memory of that expression had wore a hole through Dan’s heart, and he was seconds away from calling the whole damn thing off. His hands were sweating in his tailored tux, and he’d wiped them on his trouser legs multiple times now. Martyn, Cornelia, and Phil were all temporarily in separate rooms from Dan, leaving Dan nothing to do but dread what was to come.

What if he was doing the wrong thing? What if he was ruining everything with Phil? What if Phil knew of Dan’s feelings and was just doing this to make him feel less alone? What if Phil had someone else out there that he thought he could never have, and he was only settling for Dan? What if Phil regretted this, in the end?

A sudden knock at the door drew Dan out of his thoughts, and he turned with a loud screech of his shoes against the floor. He cringed at the sound, but managed to shout out a hoarse sounding “come in!” regardless, hoping that whoever was at the door would excuse it all for nerves.

Of course, the person at the door turned out to be someone Dan had not quite been expecting. Despite tradition and superstition stating that the betrothed were not to see each other before the wedding, Phil Lester himself was sneaking into Dan’s room.

Dan’s jaw dropped open, and his palms began to sweat even more profusely.

“What are you doing here?” Dan stuttered out, his terror from before suddenly renewed tenfold. Was Phil here to call this whole affair off? Had Dan well and truly ruined their friendship? Dan didn't know.

“I had to see you,” Phil replied earnestly, staring at Dan with wide eyes full of emotion that Dan could not decipher for the life of him. Dan merely gawped at Phil like a fish out of water. His heart was beating erratically in his chest.

“What do you mean?” Dan finally managed to ask, terrified, but doing his best to prevent the emotion from showing on his face. “We’re not supposed to see each other before the wedding, Phil, I -”

“Dan,” Phil interrupted, once again interrupting Dan and shutting him up immediately. Phil didn’t interrupt people, not unless it was important. Dan could practically feel his blood pressure spiking.

“Phil?” Dan shot back, his voice coming out as a high pitched squeak. Phil was stepping closer now, something Dan didn’t completely understand, that same unreadable mass of emotions shining in his eyes, and his lips quirked in a hesitant, uncertain smile. Phil was nervous, that much was true, but why.

Dan didn’t understand why. He just wanted to know what was going on, why Phil was here, and if he were about to dissolve everything before Dan could get what he wanted. How could Dan have been so stupid as to use Phil like this? How could he have thought this was a good idea?

His thoughts were racing a mile a minute when Phil reached out and captured Dan’s cheeks in his hands, chuckling gently at him.

“You’re thinking really loud,” he teased.

His eyes had turned gentle, but his smile was none the less nervous than before.

Dan swallowed thickly and nodded his head. Phil’s hands were warm against his skin.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

Phil just shook his head.

“It’s okay. I don’t really mind. I just wish I knew what was going on inside of that head of yours,” he added with another gentle laugh. It was high, high like when Phil was feeling awkward, like when he said something strange that he regretted almost immediately. Dan knew that laugh, but he didn’t think it belonged here, in this situation.

He wished Phil would just get on with what he wanted.

“No you don’t,” Dan shot back, throat dry, because Phil didn’t. If he knew, he wouldn’t be about to marry Dan.

Phil frowned at Dan, a little crease forming between his brows that Dan ached to reach up and smooth out, and shook his head, but he didn’t argue against Dan. Instead, he stared into Dan’s eyes, leaving Dan to do nothing but stare back.

Phil’s hands were still cupping his cheeks. Dan didn’t understand.

“Listen, Dan,” Phil finally said, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen between them. His voice broke, and he hesitated, something that made the dread and worry forming in Dan’s stomach swirl in a mass of butterflies and hornets. He wanted to throw up. If only Phil would just get on with it.

Just break it off with me already, I deserve it, Dan thought, but that wasn’t what Phil said.

No. Instead, Phil once again took Dan by surprise, the way he’d been doing all their lives, and he sighed. His eyes were clouded over in an emotion that Dan could not name as he leaned in close, far closer than Dan thought was necessary, hands still pressed warm and tight on either side of Dan’s face, holding him close.

“Dan,” Phil said. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Please, forgive me for this, but I just - I just need you to know, before we get married...I love you.”

The words were nothing that Dan had been expecting. They burst forth against his ear drums like fireworks in the night sky. It almost felt like Dan’s entire world came to life in that moment, colors he hadn’t known could be so vivid exploding before his eyes. Phil’s face was apprehensive, scared and unsure, but Dan couldn’t bring himself to care.

He was floating in starlight, staring into the sun, and a smile unlike any he’d ever worn before was ripping itself across his face.

Phil Lester loved him. Phil Lester loved him, and they were about to get married.

Suddenly, the puzzle pieces fell together, and Dan finally realized that this… this was everything they’d been leading up to for years, now.

Without waiting another beat or another moment to pass, Dan leaned forward and he pressed his lips to Phil’s in a kiss that would rival that of the one they’d share at the altar hours later. Dan’s arms came up to wrap around Phil’s neck, and he laughed against Phil’s lips as he whispered back, “I love you, too,” suddenly feeling like the prince who’d gotten his fairy tale ending.

For the first time in his life, Dan felt like the world truly was his oyster, and he held onto Phil like he was never going to let him go, because he wasn’t.

Phil Lester was his, and soon, they’d have their happily ever after.

[in-the-name-of-styles]

I’ll Find My Way Back To You//Part Three

SURPRISE! It’s short, I know, but I was in a mood to write and thought I should give you guys a filler of what’s about to come next. If you enjoyed reading it or if whether or not you guys want me to continue this, I would absolutely LOVE to here your thoughts on this one. Let me know HERE. Checkout my Masterlist HERE.

Part One / Part Two

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“What about this one?” you ask him as you twirl for him before turning back to look at the floor length mirror of the store.

“Hmm…” he scratches his chin with a small pout on his lips, before opening his mouth to answer you “s’very pretty, angel. But you know what would help me give my opinion better? If you would just tell me what’s the occasion for this shopping spree.”

“I told you it’s a casual lunch, didn’t I? Isn’t that enough?... Unzip?” you tell him, he follows and pulls down the zip. You enter then close the dressing room door back again before getting yourself out of the dress.

“But that’s not enough information! You got to give me more than that, love.” He whines. You shake your head at his persistent behaviour. Normally, the two of you wouldn’t find yourself in such a position because you share everything with Harry, but you want things to be completely settled by the time you tell everyone about your relationship with Louis relationship, even the boy outside your door.

“How’s El doing?” You attempt to change the subject. Thankfully it works.

“She’s good, thank you for asking. Actually, now that you have brought her up, she’s wondering if you would like to have lunch with her this weekend.” He questions you. You shut your eyes tight and shake your head rapidly, your glad Harry can’t see you right now. Not to get you wrong, you find Ella rather lovely, but she’s just too excited about every single thing and whenever you meet up with her, she clings on to you like a koala. You can’t understand her fascination towards you. Like, she literally makes you feel like a superstar she adores.

“Umm.. sure, of course.” You answer back hastily. You walk outside the dressing room and hold up the two dresses to him, as to ask him if they’re good enough. He nods and takes them from you so you can buckle up your shoes comfortably.

“I was meaning to talk to you about my new clothing collection I’m about to introduce. I need your advice on the vintage part of it, since I feel it’s very you.” You tell him as the two of you walk out of the store. Being the fashion industry and also knowing the boys has helped you tons to adjust to all the paparazzis, so as you walk back to your car with Harry, you just smile at some of them and wish them good evening before climbing into your car with Harry by your side. The whole world knows about your friendship with him. Initially, there were rumours about the two of you, but just like the passing years, they dissolved too.

“So back to your clothing line, I would love to look through them, angel. When should I drop by your place?” he asks you as you get the car back on the road.

“You can come home with me now, if you’re free?” You look at him for a split second before getting your eyes back on the road.

 “M’free-” he’s cut off by the shrill of your ringtone. You make the mistake of answering the call without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Ello, love. How do you feel about Soho? Or you prefer just sitting at home and…” The sounds of the words fade as you instantly look towards Harry’s direction. Eyes wide open, jaw kind of slacked, mind already trying to make up excuses for this situation. You watch as the smile on his face slowly drops and his staring at the vehicle audio player with a furrowed brow expression.

The clearing of your throat bring his attention back to you, but he shifts glance the car window just as fast as he looked at you, “Soho is just fine, L-Lou.” You mumble back at the speaker.

“Are you okay? Is it a bad time to call?” He asks through the speaker. Probably sensing the tense tone of your voice.

“Kinda…I’m driving.” you reply, stealing a quick glance at the boy sitting beside you.

“Well, I’ll let you go then. Goodbye, sweets.” He bids and hangs up before you can say goodbye.

The silence isn’t the comfortable silence you are used to when with him. It takes him good fifteen minutes before opening his mouth.

“Is this the casual lunch you were talking about? A casual lunch with Louis?” he puts an emphasis on the word casual. You let out a loud sigh, which causes him to look back at you, waiting for you to answer.

“Uh huh…” You nod.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks in an accusatory tone. “Oh, wait is it because you don’t want me to feel left out?! Well, congratulations, YN. It worked.”

“It isn’t like that, H-” he cuts you off before you can complete your sentence.

“What is so important that you two feel the need to hide it from me? From when did you two start having lunch without me? When and how did you get so close to him? Is he like your new best friend now?!” He exclaims and fires questions at you left and right, “I’ve been noticing this from the time I came back from my filming for Dunkirk, it’s like you’ve replaced me with him! The two of you do everything together and never invite me, it’s like you have a much closer connection with him now, than you have with me… Like… Like you’ve forgotten me!”

After his outburst, only then he realizes that you have parked the car. You are looking at him, wide eyed, trying to think about for how long he has been feeling this way. But suddenly, you remember how he has too ignored your presence tons of time when he was away romancing with Ella.

“You’re acting as if you’ve been a better friend to me, Harry! What about all those times when you ignored my calls just to return them weeks later?! Why?.. Because you were too busy living in your romantic dreamland with Ella. I was cooperating, wasn’t I? Now when I’m living my own life, you are feeling neglected?! How is that fucking fair?!” you exclaim.

“I was working, YN! I wasn’t gallivanting! I just happened to meet her along the way. What’s the damn crime in that?” he scoffed trying to ridicule you.

“Well, exactly my point, Styles. While you were working, I was working my ass off too! Wasn’t gallivanting either! I just happened to develop a close friendship with him along the way!” you explain in a slightly raised tone. You stare back at him and take a deep breath, “No one replaced you, H. We just happen to have changed our priorities…” you say in a softer tone.

He looks at you helplessly, “YN, m’ in a relationship with Ella. Of course m’going to spend more time with her than you but that doesn’t mean that you’re any less im…. ” he abruptly stops before letting out a small gasp, “Are you seeing him, YN?!” he says loudly.

You jump at the sound of his deep voice filling the car, “Would you calm down? It isn’t that big of a deal!” You tell him.

“Isn’t that big of a deal?! You’re in a relationship with my best mate for fucks sake and neither of you considered telling me about it?” He yells angrily. Why is this affecting him so much you wonder?

“Oh my gosh! We are not in a relationship, Harry! This is just a first date!” You yell back. You and Harry fight plenty of times, the fights are more like short arguments.

But when the yelling starts, you know there is no going back, “How am I supposed to know that?! Oh hold on…Because you never tell me anything anymore!”

“Why is it bothering you so much?! It’s my life, Harry! I don’t need your permission for anything!” You snap.

“Maybe because I don’t want you to get hurt..that… that maybe I want to protect you?! Ever thought about that?!” He stumbles and retaliates.

“Yes, I’ve thought about it. But lately you haven’t proved that you could be bothered about me because guess what, H… You’re never present. You are no longer present in my life.” You croak out.

“So you’re saying it’s my fault that I finally have someone to cherish in my life? A companion…That I’m happy and not alone for once?!” he strikes.

“Are you hearing yourself?! The same thing is literally happening in my life! You can’t witness that? That I’m finally not alone and have a companion…” You laugh out in disbelief.

“You never told me about feeling lonely. You are so happy all the time. How am I supposed to know?!” He snaps. He knows he is lying but can’t bring himself to say the truth. His biggest nightmare is coming true. He’s losing you and there is nothing he can do. Your next words shut him up for good.

“I did, Harry. So many times… But just like I said for the past many months you’ve been so absent and distant that…” You take a deep breath before continuing,

“That Louis was there when you weren’t.”

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[needmemberwolfboi]

Q+A for getting your pet dressed or some nm prizes from member only adventures

i feel like i probably should have made this before. three cheers for my lack of hindsight for this. dressing pets are first.

i have this under a keep reading because otherwise it would be really long and annoying (which i’m assuming no one wants to deal with), but lmk if it doesn’t work for you, if you need clarification, etc.

nm pets, their patterns, and clothes are here (animal jam wikia; click on the pet’s page to see their available patterns and clothes)

Q: are you scamming?

A: no. i have no reason to and i don’t want to.

(screenshot of my gems/diamonds taken three minutes ago. i went on a shopping spree between now and the photo i took yesterday)

HOWEVER, my computer is having issues with connecting. if i suddenly leave, either a) my computer had a plug-in issue and forced me out of aj or b) my mom started talking to me (i put down or close whatever i’m doing when she’s talking so she doesn’t start yelling about respect). if this happens, i apologize in advance and will do my best to give you back your pet ASAP.

if aj glitches, i will let you know immediately. sometimes when i’m trying to trade, my den inventory says i have no den items. when my den inventory says i have no den items, i either a) don’t offer on the trade b) offer just clothes/pets or c) refresh the page to have it work again. i haven’t seen it with either of the other two tabs, but i will let you know immediately if something happens.

Q: if you’re not scamming, then why are you doing this?

A: i was a nm until 11:10pm on october 31 (for me, aj switches days at 11pm. i wanted some members only halloween items but didn’t get my paypal set up on my computer until 11pm).

i’ve wanted my pets dressed for a really long time (esp. my various chickens and that feathery mask/torso combo with the staff) but i didn’t trust some random member saying they’ll dress my pet and i didn’t know what it would cost them/what they would ask for in return.

also, screw capitalism, especially in the way aj practices it.

Q: what do you want for dressing my pet?

A: nothing. i don’t need gems and dressed pets look really cool.

Q: even for “rare” clothes?

A: yes even for the clothes that are only available in the pets only party.

Q: what if i want a dressed (bee/kangaroo/rooster/giraffe) but don’t have one?

A: i bought a pet giraffe in the diamond shop, so i can now make them for 400 gems each. lmk if you want one. i have some (as in, maybe five) pet bees on my side accounts and a couple (maybe three) kangaroos and roosters on my main, but i am hesitant to trade them (esp. the roosters). i’m gonna ask for one/two nm adventure item(s) for a pet bee (depends on the item[s]), two or three adventure items for a pet kangaroo (again, depends on what items), and i’ll have to see your offer for a rooster

i will take any nm adventure prize(s) except for: maple leaf lamp, labyrinth chest, giant cob of corn, which way sign, portal crystal, trial tiger tile, rooster streamer, rooster rug, square hedge, circular hedge, daisy pinwheel, anything from graham’s workshop [those trade well], candy heart strand, three heart topiary, heart windows, chocolate heart fountain, giant valentine, giant heart chocolate, giant heart valentine, friendship tea set, valentine bag, snow fence, lucky horseshoe window, lucky pillow, bodran drum, clover strand, lucky cookies, giant chocolate peck, candy shop sofa, frankenstein mask, candy flower patch, candy streamer, or any tiki statue

(yes i really did just look up the adventure items for nm adventures and no i don’t know if i regret it)

Q: are you going to scam me out of my rare pet(s)?

A: hell no. they’re your pet(s) not mine. the only things that would be mine are the clothes you want me to put on your pet and the joy i’ll get from giving you your pet back with the clothes you want on it.

also, if you look me up on aj (xxj3tst4rxx) and click on the pet tab, you can see i already have some (mantis, grasshopper, two squirrels, and a firefly). i’m still split on whether or not i actually like the other rare pets enough to trade for one, and whether i like the rare pets i have or if i used them to be “rare” enough to be traded by members.

Q: is there a limit to how many pets you’ll dress up?

A: if you want one of my bees/kangaroos/roosters, yes and that limit is one bee or one kangaroo or one rooster. otherwise, no, but trades are limited to 20 items in one offer.

Q: anything else i need to know?

A: i can’t offer on the pet you’re using, so please don’t have a pet you want dressed attached to you when you come to me to get your pet dressed. please have something else on trade (seriously a necklace works) so i can trade you back. i can’t change the color of your pet. some accessories have a set color scheme (ex. the propellor hat for pet squirrels is only in pink, blue, and yellow). it takes me about 30 seconds to dress a pet (from clicking on the pet stop to “yes i want to buy these clothes) if there is no lag.

Q: how should i contact you if i want you to dress my pet?

A: you can reblog or comment on this post with your aj username, how many pets you want dressed, if you want me to make you a giraffe (pls tell me the main/secondary color, pattern, eyes, horns, hair, and name if you have a preference), if you want to offer on one of my bees/roosters/kangaroos, and what you would like on your pet.

this is the same link i have at the top for nm pets.

sending me a jam a gram with a different background from the default one (”i’m thankful for you!” with a monkey holding a pumpkin) works as well. i’d prefer if the background was one of the choices from the bottom of the list (they have a photo of an animal and say “[adjective] as a [the animal pictured]”) but do not require that.

ok now for adventures. note: i know the thing you get at the end of an adventure is called a reward in aj, but in here i’m using prize because idgaf

Q: are you scamming?

A: again, no; i have no reason to. i know how it feels to want a nm prize from a members only adventure (bc some of them are really cool) and how hard it is to get one without trading your left arm.

i also really hate aj’s capitalism.

Q: what will it cost me to get the item(s) i want?

A: admittedly, i haven’t done most of the adventures, so i can’t say exactly how long and how much effort it takes from me/what it will cost :( i’m thinking no more than an “okay” RIM (ex. viking hat, glove) or a nm adventure prize expect for those listed above for one prize from a normal adventure and no more than two “okay” RIMs for one from hard adventures.

however, because i haven’t yet tried all the adventures, i’m not sure how hard an adventure will be for me. the cost of an item from an adventure will depend on how hard the adventure is for me.

i have completed the hive on normal mode and am 100% ok with a necklace for one prize (glowing mushroom patch, fire drum, lava crystal).

Q: is there a limit on how many prizes you’ll get for one person?

A: yes. i haven’t done most of the adventures so i have no idea how hard they’ll be for me. the limits are TBA at this point

Q: are you doing this for nm only?

A: yes because nm can’t get the prizes without trading. if you are a member and would like to help or get a certain prize from a certain members only adventure, feel free to join the adventure with me! i’d like it if you would help (as i haven’t done most of the adventures), but i won’t require that.

Q: i’m going to be a member soon. can i still ask for a prize or prizes?

A: sorry :( if you’re going to become a member, you’ll have to get the prize or prizes on your own

Q: can you get me a prize from the hidden falls?

A: the hidden falls is available to all nm wolves, arctic wolves, and tigers. there are four chests with unique prizes in this adventure (three arctic wolf only passages with members only prizes and one hidden chest for all players with a nm prize [cavern mushrooms]). because this adventure is for nm and the only hidden chest’s prize is for nm, i’m going to have to say no :(

Q: what about underwater adventures?

A: i’ll do the same for underwater adventures. i haven’t yet tried any of the underwater adventures, but i’m thinking the same cost for one underwater adventure prize as a regular adventure. again, because i haven’t tried all the adventures, i’m not sure how hard these adventures will be and the cost of an item will depend on how hard the adventure is for me. please note that all underwater adventure prizes are underwater only.

Q: how should i contact you if i want a prize/some prizes?

A: you can reblog or comment on this post with your aj username, what prize(s) you want, and how many of each you want. i’d appreciate it if you said what adventure the prize is from. if the prize is members only, i will tell you before i do the adventure.

sending me a jam a gram with a different background from the default one (”i’m thankful for you!” with a monkey holding a pumpkin) works as well. i’d prefer if the background was one of the ones with user-made drawings, but will not require that.

[finn-nelson-for-the-win]

I bet you didn’t think that by “incredibly soon” I meant about a day later, huh? Truth be told I felt kinda bad about the previous chapter because it was mostly just a filler chapter to speed the plot along and show some time passing, but this one and the next couple chapters deliver some seriously flirty vibes and drama (at least in my opinion) and the words just kept coming so I decided to seize the opportunity and post this ASAP.

I also found this chapter rather cathartic to write because I am still incorporating a lot of myself and my experiences into Rae and the story overall, so I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! This chapter is at about 2,994 words, which is right on track with my goal of making each mini-fic 3,000 words or less!

Wanna get caught up on the updates leading up to this one? Look no further!

Feel free to let me know if you would like to be added/removed from the tagged list and I’ll be happy to oblige! As always: each and every one of you that read my writing, like, reply, reblog, etc. are amazing people and inspire me to keep writing! :)

Just a Touch of Sweetness

Friday and Saturday sort of just blurred together, as Rae slowly began falling into the routine of Finn sitting with her and Izzie whenever they all worked together, but by Sunday afternoon when Rae walked into her apartment after a long day at work, she felt completely and utterly exhausted—both mentally and physically.

It was mid-November, which meant that the holidays were approaching and things at work were quickly becoming more hectic. To make matters worse, that also meant that there was less than a month left in this semester of Uni, which was making Rae feel relieved but incredibly overwhelmed simultaneously. It seemed as though all of her classes had suddenly announced the final projects and assignments that were swiftly approaching and the stress of everything was becoming too much for Rae to handle.

As much as Rae wanted to just turn on some music and relax in a desperate attempt to ease her worries about school, she knew that procrastination would only exacerbate the stress she was currently feeling with knowing that she had assignments due that evening in both of her online classes, as well as an upcoming exam in her Economics class that has been the bane of her existence this entire semester.

Groaning and sighing dramatically as she turned on her laptop and opened up Spotify, preparing herself to work on her assignments without stopping until she had finished everything that was due at midnight, Rae pressed play on her go-to playlist that she had made to match her mood this time of year, aptly titled “Falling…”, and began trudging her way through the list of assignments she needed to get done.

Hours had passed when Rae finally submitted the last assignment she needed to complete prior to midnight.

Thank fuck that is finally over with!

Rae was still feeling overwhelmed by everything she had coming up in her classes as she attempted to prioritize her upcoming assignments and she could feel her breath catch as the panic and feelings of self-doubt and fear of failing out of Uni this semester crept in. To an extent, Rae knew that she was taking on too much responsibility going to Uni full-time, working part-time, and becoming financially independent after moving away from her family to attend Uni. She had incredibly high expectations for herself and she could not even fathom letting herself down by falling behind in her classes or losing the academic scholarship that was the only reason why attending University was even a possibility for Rae.

Knowing that she had to calm down before she had a proper panic attack, Rae gripped the edge of the desk in her bedroom she was sitting at tightly and began counting quietly under her breath, attempting to regulate her breathing.

Just breathe, Rae…In 2-3-4-5-6-7-8, Out 2-3-4-5-6-7-8, In 2-3-4…Out 2-3-4….In…Out…

When her breathing was almost back to normal, her grip on the edge of her desk loosened and she flexed her fingers that had begun to cramp from how tightly they were clenched.

Despite calming down slightly, Rae knew that listening to music could only do so much to help her relax, so Rae turned to the next biggest comfort and sense of enjoyment in her life: food.

Rae has had a strange relationship with food for as long as she could remember. She had a tendency to overeat to the point of being sick to cope with stress and sadness as a child; however, as she grew older and her self-esteem plummeted as bullying “the fat girl” was a more common occurrence at college, Rae began to not eat in front of strangers. This continued until she also refused to eat in front of people that were not her family, until eventually she skipped meals entirely on a regular basis.

For years she struggled to find some semblance of balance because she knew the dangers she faced from both binging and skipping meals, that is until she found a way that she could love food without the temptation and regret she had previously associated it with.

When Rae was 16 years old she discovered that her casual interest in cooking was a true passion and she had quite a knack for it. As she continued cooking for her family and friends and experimenting with new foods and new recipes, Rae gained a new appreciation for food as a form of art and expression that did not lead to her hating herself afterwards. And so even now, nearly 4 years later, Rae would go on “stress baking” and “stress cooking” sprees to help clear her mind and get relieve stress.

Hmm…what shall I bake today…?

Rae walked into the small kitchen in her apartment and perused her cabinets trying to determine what she had the ingredients to make before grabbing her phone off of the counter to get a second opinion.

Rae: Hiya Izz, random question: Do you like cupcakes?

Rae set her phone back down on her kitchen counter and it buzzed almost immediately indicating that Izzie had already replied.

Izzie: OF COURSE I DO, RAE. All sweet things beckon to me! <3 <3 <3

Rae: Lol…In that case, I just might have a sweet surprise for you tomorrow before work! ;)

Rae returned her phone to its place on the kitchen counter, making a mental note to read Izzie’s response as soon as she had a spare moment after getting the cupcakes started.

Two hours later Rae was putting the finishing touches on the three dozen cupcakes she had made and examining them to determine if there was anything else she should add to them.

Hmm…chocolate cupcakes with a chocolate-hazelnut filling and a cream cheese buttercream…Well, you can never go wrong with a little more chocolate!

Rae proceeded to drizzle the top of each cupcake with the remainder of the chocolate she had incorporated into the filling she had made. She quickly cleaned up the last traces of her late night baking, licking the spoons used to mix the batter and taking pride in the perfect balance of sweetness and rich chocolate flavor she had achieved on this particular batch of cupcakes.

By the time she finished tidying up the kitchen a bit, it was just past 2am and Rae decided it best to get some sleep, fully aware that she had to go to work early the next morning.

***

Rae walked into work well over 15 minutes earlier than she typically arrived, especially on a Monday morning, and took a seat at one of the tables in the break room before retrieving her cellphone from the bottom of her purse to browse her social media accounts.

Uninterested in what she saw while scrolling through Instagram and Twitter, Rae set her phone to the side and began examining the small white box containing the cupcakes she had brought to work for a few of her coworkers until she head the door to the break room open.

“Whoa…Finn, you’re here really early today, aren’t ya?” Rae asked raising an eye brow as Finn walked toward the table she was sitting at with a massive grin.

“Good morning to you too, Mae,” Finn replied, feigning that he took offense to what she had said to him.

“Oh, don’t be that way Finn! It’s good to see you, I just didn’t anticipate you being here so early.”

Rae noticed that Finn stood in front of the table she was sitting at and was shifting awkwardly from one foot to another, biting the skin on his thumb subconsciously.

Why does Finn seem nervous? It’s just me after all, he’s got nothing to be nervous about.

“Finn, you know you can take a seat at the table with me is you want to, right?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry…” Finn pulled the chair nearest to Rae out from under the table before sitting down and giving her a small close-lipped smile to help hide some of the embarrassment he was feeling.

“I just didn’t know if you’d be okay with me sitting down at the table with ya or not…” He trailed off until he was barely mumbling and went right back to biting the skin around his thumb.

Rae and Finn sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until he lightly tapped the top of the square box she had sitting in the center of the table.

“What’s in the box, Rae?” he asked, clearly curious but resisting the urge to open the box and take a look for himself.

“This box, my dear Finnley,” she began but stopped to smirk at her use of the nickname she knew he secretly hated, opening the box to let both of them see its contents, “contains some of the Chocolate Hazelnut cupcakes that I baked last night and brought for some people here at work.”

“Ah, alright…wait, did you say you MADE these? They look like they’re professional quality! How’s that possible!?” Finn exclaimed, making no attempts to hide his surprise and how impressed he was that these cupcakes were homemade.

“Yeah, I like to cook and bake when I’m upset or stressed, and I’ve been pretty overwhelmed with Uni lately, so last night I did some stress baking. I still have a lot to learn about baking and decorating cakes, but thank you, I tried to make them look halfway decent at least.”

“‘Halfway decent’? Are you shitting me, Mae? These cupcakes are perfect looking! Why in the hell would you want to share these with other people? If I were you I’d just keep them all for myself…”

Rae tensed slightly, trying to determine the best way to respond to Finn without making him think that she was weird.

Careful what you say, Rae...one wrong thing and Finn will always see me as some crazy, fat blob.

“Uh, well I love to cook, but I don’t have much of an appetite for sweets. So whenever I bake a lot, like I did last night, I give most of what I make to people here at work.”

Finn nodded and continued examining the cupcakes that still sat in the white cardboard box while Rae tried to read Finn’s face and figure out what he thought of the explanation she had given.

“Hiya Rae! Morning Finn…you two are here quite early today!” Izzie mused excitedly as she pulled out the chair at the table across from Rae and Finn and sat down, nearly bouncing with her usual level of energy that seemed impossible this early on a Monday.

Both simply shrugged in response, which made Izzie laugh because she could almost swear they were the same person at times with how similar they are.

“Izzie! I have a surprise for you, love, as promised…” Rae opened the box containing the cupcakes, showing Izzie the sweet surprise she had brought for her today.

“Oh my god, Rae! These look amazing! And you made and decorated these yourself!?” Izzie removed a cupcake from the box to examine it further.

“I was just telling Rae the same thing when she showed me the cupcakes! It’s not just me that thinks you’re insanely talented, girl,” Finn replied, playfully poking Rae’s arm to further prove his point to her.

Rae stood up from the table, cheeks blushing a deep red color, and pushed the now vacant chair back under the table, thoroughly embarrassed by Izzie and Finn’s praise and acknowledgment of her baking skills.

“Well, I’m gonna head inside and get to work now. Are you planning to stay out here to eat a cupcake, Izz?”

“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind saving my seat for me, Rae…These look too good and I can’t wait much longer to give them a taste!”

Rae giggled and informed Izzie that she would save her a seat but Rae expected to get Izzie’s feedback on the cupcake as soon as she finished.

“Hey, wait up, girl!” Finn walked hurriedly towards where Rae stood holding open the break room door, allowing him to catch up to her.

Finn gave Rae a huge smile, making her chuckle, and walked beside her toward the seat to the right of Izzie and Rae that has become his regular spot to sit for almost a week. As they passed the radio in the corner of the room, Finn stopped to turn it to Rae’s favorite Alternative music station, which earned him an appreciative nod and genuine smile from Rae.

Just as Rae and Finn got logged into their computers and began getting settled in to answer customer questions, Izzie came bounding through the door, scanning her badge in the process, before rushing to take her seat on Rae’s left.

“Rae, holy shit that cupcake was amazing!”

“Izzie!” Rae exclaimed, laughing at the sound of Izzie cursing, which was a very rare phenomenon.

“I’m serious, Rae! I don’t know how you did it, but that cupcake from the filling to the decorations, to the cake itself were fantastic!”

“Well thank you Izz, I’m really happy to hear you enjoyed it!”

The three of them continued working, only occasionally stopping when Rae and Finn bickered about their opinions of the song currently playing on the radio or when Izzie brought up how delicious the cupcake had been and how tempted she was to take another one during her break that was coming up shortly.

Rae was quickly becoming accustomed to the new dynamic between her and Finn, especially considering that she had been prepared for the worst following the mixed messages she received from Finn last Monday. Sitting next to Finn this week and talking to him more at work than she has heard him speak in the month she had been working here has allowed Rae and Izzie to get to know Finn a little bit better and Rae could almost say she considered him one of her mates.

When Izzie sat back down at her desk after coming in from her break, she turned towards Rae hesitantly, avoiding eye contact.

“Rae…I hope you aren’t too mad at me, but after giving Rebecca the cupcake you saved for her, I ate another one of the cupcakes you brought while I was on break.”

“Don’t worry about it, Izz! I brought them specifically for my friends here at work and I have plenty more at my apartment if you want more. Just let me know!”

“Aw, thanks Rae, I’d really appreciate that!”

Izzie returned to responding to customers and Rae turned in her desk chair when she noticed that Finn was locking his computer.

“Are you about to go on break, Finn?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I just wanted to let you know that if you want a cupcake before Izz eats them all herself, you are more than welcome to take one. I felt like a real dickhead about teasing you with them and not even offering you one,” Rae replied, apologizing for her inadvertent rudeness and lack of manners by not offering Finn a cupcake as well this morning.

“Are you sure I can take one, Rae? You don’t have to give me one if ya don’t want to…”

“Of course I’m sure,” Rae interrupted, “I want to know if it lives up to your expectations or not!” Rae winked at Finn, causing him to gulp audibly and clear his throat before stuttering out his reply.

“Uh, wow…thanks, Rae! You just made my day! I know it’s gonna be amazing because that cupcake looked fucking amazing, but I’m going to give you really detailed feedback, okay? Because I really love critiquing stuff like this like they do in those cooking show competitions.”

“Hell yeah, I love those shows! Don’t spare my feelings either, I want to know what you really think of them.” Rae added, laughing at the childlike excitement Finn was emanating at the mere mention of the cupcakes.

“In that case, Mae, I will be sure to be EXTRA hard on you…err…your cupcakes, I mean…uhhh…I’m just gonna go now!” Finn hurried away, avoiding eye contact with Rae as he walked out the door in the direction of the break room.

Well…that certainly was an interesting choice of words, Finnley…

When Finn returned fifteen minutes later and sat back down in his seat, Rae was already turned in her desk chair facing Finn with her arm propped up beside his computer screen and her chin resting on her hand.

“So Finnley…what did you think?” She asked, biting her lower lip slightly as she braced herself for his feedback.

“Well Mae,” he began placing emphasis on his nickname for her that he knew got on her nerves, “I thought it was pretty fucking fantastic!  I noticed that the cupcake itself was hardly sweet at all, it was mostly just the filling and frosting on top that added sweetness.”

“Thanks, Finn. I’ve always hated things that are too sweet so I always try to focus the sweetness on certain aspects of what I’m making. That way there is just a touch of sweetness and it isn’t overwhelmingly sweet…Was there anything else you would have wanted different about them?”

“Well, don’t get me wrong Rae, I really liked the cupcake,” he prefaced, trying to soften the blow of his critique to follow, “but I really would have like there to be more filling on the inside.”

“Oh, and why is that Finn? Was it not sweet enough for you as it was?” Rae asked quirking her eyebrow in anticipation for his answer.

“It was plenty sweet, but knowing that there was a filling in it, I was kind of hoping to get it all over my mouth and face while I was eating it…I like it a little dirty, you know?” Finn smirked and gave her a quick wink when he noticed Rae’s eyes widen at the double entendre in his statement.

Are you shitting me right now? Finn Nelson, you will be the death of me, I just know it...

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So I finally hit 400 followers and I didn’t even see it when it happened! I’m in a hurry and my weeks are CRAZY BUSY, but I couldn’t let this important occasion go to waste! So I decided to do a follow spree! But not just a normal follow spree, a celebratory follow spree! You wanna join? Read the rules and just be happy!

rules to join:

must be following this helga hufflepuff’s trash;

must reblog this post (likes don’t count and you really have to be following me, because i’ll check this out);

maybe consider joining my fandom family (you can see which characters are taken in this page right here and if you want to join, just send me your name and three facts about you, along with three characters you’d like to be in order of preference);

be patient.

additional stuff:

i’ll follow everyone that is listed here for at least one week. if i don’t like you and/or your content, i’ll unfollow you and that’s it. you can come later to me and ask why i did it, but don’t mind if i get a little annoyed.

if you don’t post stuff i’m into (and you can see which fandoms i’m in right here), i’ll follow you anyways but it could happen that i’ll unfollow you later on just because i don’t remember it.

if you post harry potter things, i’ll probably follow you and queue lots of posts from you and it suits well with all the other fandoms i’m in.

don’t reblog this if you are a porn or a nsfw type of blog.

if i already follow you, reblog this so more people can know about it! <3