#Condos In Orange Beach

[insuracana]

Tips To Buy Condo Insurance in Orange Park, Ponte Vedra Beach, Jacksonville Beach, Nocatee, and St. Augustine, FL

Investing in property is desired by a majority of Americans. Not everyone can afford to buy a single home with adjacent premises and enough space to grow a garden. No worries! One can get all the benefits with the extras taken care of conveniently by opting for a condominium unit instead. The unit is suitable for living securely while the community or association maintains the premises and other common areas. Protecting the unit via insurance is essential, however. Being covered by condo insurance in Orange Park, Ponte Vedra Beach, Jacksonville Beach, Nocatee, and St. Augustine, FL, may seem similar to buying home insurance, yet several differences exist. ​ It is essential to understand that condo insurance is the best way to reduce living quarters' monetary risks. As the association pays for the common areas, the premium of a condo unit is more affordable in comparison to a single occupancy home. The insurance coverage is not mandatory, but it makes sense to be covered by insurance. This serves as an emergency source to go to when one requires financial assistance, especially in the aftermath of a natural disaster. Moreover, the mortgage holder may insist on insurance coverage. The HOA may have it listed as a prerequisite for moving in.

It is vital to check the facts well in advance of buying insurance coverage. The rule of thumb here is that the insurance carrier will cover the personal belongings as well as financial risks from third parties claiming liability. The full extent of the coverage will depend on the inclusions in the master policy of the HOA. The buyer may also opt for a HO-6 insurance policy that covers the unit’s interior fixtures and high-value appliances.

Deciding based on the price or the extent of coverage only would be foolhardy. One should be aware of the pros and cons before deciding to purchase an insurance policy from a particular carrier. It is further important to avoid the following mistakes:

· Cash Value Or Replacement Cost?- Most insured individuals opt for cash value that pays the original purchase value of the item lost or damaged after deducting the deprecation amount. This may seem like a good idea, but the sum may be insufficient to buy a brand-new appliance. The replacement cost may be a trifle pricey, but the coverage may be sufficient.

· Ignoring the Deductible- The premium amount is a significant and decisive factor to note by most insurance seekers. It is vital to remember that a low premium will come with a high deductible that will increase the cost substantially when a claim is filed. The amount obtained for repairing and replacing lost and damaged items may be too little to fulfill the need.

Becoming the proud owner of an RV can enhance the pleasure when the vehicle is adequately covered by RV insurance in Orange Park, Ponte Vedra Beach, Jacksonville Beach, Nocatee, and St. Augustine, FL. The best independent insurance agency can help one to find a customized insurance plan suited to the needs. 

[gulfcoastmo]

Know The Power of Equity for Growing Your Wealth with Orange Beach Condos

Building equity in Orange Beach condos offers various benefits. First and foremost, it allows you to accumulate wealth over time. As you pay down your mortgage and the value of your property increase, your equity grows.

[alabamare]

Perdido Dunes Tower

Looking for the ultimate Gulf-front living experience in Orange Beach? Look no further than Perdido Dunes Tower! This brand-new construction is scheduled for completion in early June 2023 and boasts unparalleled views of The Pass and the Gulf of Mexico from your balcony. Located on the 8th floor, this east-facing property offers stunning sunrise views while you sip your coffee in the morning.…

[lovebugism]

vacation, cocktails, stevie in the tiniest shorts… I mean 😮‍💨

thanks for your request lovey!! — the one where steve takes you to the beach, but him in his bathing suit is the real view (established relationship, smut 18+, 2k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Steve jokes as he passes you a cocktail. It’s a red, yellow, and blue colored drink with an orange slice wedged into the top of it. It’s about as tropical as a beachside bar can get. 

The rainbow colors match his color-blocked swim trunks, though the fabric is far more muted in hue. They make his tanned skin look that much more golden. You can’t figure out which shade is most his color, though, no matter how hard you ogle. 

Steve spent a better part of the day smiling with delight every time he caught you staring. He’d been a bit scared to wear the shorts, in truth. They were far too long to be considered a speedo but revealed more of his thighs than normal trunks did. Then he saw how much you loved them and never wanted to take them off.

“Sorry,” you murmur as you take the blended drink from him. “It’s just… It’s staring me right in the face, babe.”

“Shut up,” Steve huffs out a laugh, descending on the lounge seat next to yours.

You’ve been on vacation for four days now, playing house in his parents’ beachside condo. He wears the bliss of holiday all over him, tanned skin glittering beneath a golden hour sun. He’s almost constantly shirtless because it’s so damn hot out — which has done nothing but give you ample time to leer at his toned torso, dusted with marred scars beneath sprinkles of chestnut hair.

But it’s his thighs that get you. Those goddamn perfect thighs you want to take a bite out of and ride all at once.

No one should look so good in such a tiny pair of shorts. You think it should be a crime, really. And the worst part about all of it is Steve has virtually no idea what he’s doing to you.

He just sits there next to you and laughs at your ogling — like there's anything remotely funny about the heart palpitations he’s giving you just from looking so damn good.

“I’m so glad I got you those shorts,” you confess, mostly to yourself, before sipping at the bendy straw in your cup. The fruity slush cools your warm skin almost instantly.

“Yeah,” Steve hums with a lopsided smile. His rosy lips match the sunburn on his cheekbones. “They fit like a glove, don’t they?”

You know he’s saying that just to tease you, but you nod anyway. “Yes, they do,” you singsong quietly, chewing at the end of your straw and getting lost in your leering.

It makes Steve chuckle to himself. “Alright, babe. Keep it in your pants.”

“I’d love to get into your pants, actually.”

“You’re in rare form today, aren’t you?” Steve wonders through his laughter.

Being beachside looked good on you — being away from Hawkins looked good on you. It’s the first time he’s seen you relax in a while. Like, really relax. No monsters to hunt, no children to run after, no parents to impress. It’s just you and him and an orange sun. 

And also a bar that serves alcohol that tastes like juice that you’re currently downing like it’s nothing.

“I’m tipsy and in love,” you shrug. “Sue me.”

Steve smacks his lips against his teeth. “Nah. I’m tipsy and in love, too, so… I guess I can’t really blame you…”

His admission of love makes you smile. You’ve surely heard it a million times now, but your chest sparkles like it’s the very first.

You grow suddenly soft. “Thanks for bringing me here, Stevie…”

His sheepish grin matches your own. “Thanks for coming with me, baby.”

He reaches a hand out towards you — which you take without thinking twice.

His long fingers are warm as they engulf your own. Your arms sway in the inches of space separating the two of you, knuckles gently brushing the white sand beneath you. And even though you’re touching him, you can’t help but crave more.

“You’re so far away,” you observe with a slight pout furrowing your brows.

Steve scoffs a gentle laugh. “I’m literally holding your hand.”

“Yeah, but like…” You trail off as you try to find the words to say — how to say them without sounding pathetic. Your nose scrunches softly with your admission. “I need you…”

“Need me?” he wonders with pinched brows. 

He’s concerned at first, because he’s always concerned at first.

He’s been on the defense since 1984. It’s practically in his nature, at this point. It takes him a second to realize you don’t actually need help — that you’re not in Hawkins anymore, and there’s no reason to look over his shoulder. 

His honey eyes go wide in realization a moment later. His pink mouth falls softly agape. “Oh. Like, need me, need me?”

You hum with a distant, tipsy smile.

“Need you, need you, need you,” you repeat thrice for effect.

Despite his similar desire that blooms like a flower in his chest, he urges, “Finish your drink first, ‘kay?”

Your pout returns. “Why?”

“‘Cause it was expensive as shit, and I don’t want it going to waste,” he explains with a chuckle.

You nod in return. “Yes, sir…”

Your mouth curls around the straw again. A smile quirks your lips as you watch the boy next to you squirm in his seat — your words having a rather obvious effect on him.

You swallow down the strawberry slush, now turning into a sour lemon, and blink away a brain freeze. 

“You okay over there, Stevie?” you tease.

He nods with jutted-out lips. “Mm-hmm. Yep. Perfect.”

—————

One Tropical Rainbow Paradise cocktail later, and Steve’s leading you to his cabana.

It’s more private than a normal one. Far more lavish, too. It’s like a tiny studio apartment — made of three walls and a thick curtain in place of a door. There’s a television hung below the ceiling, a small bed pushed up against the wood, and a clawfoot tub idling on the other side. 

You figure you’ll have ample time to ride Steve in the bath later. 

Your mouth waters for a taste of him now.

It’s why you fall to your knees no more than a second after you’ve latched the curtain shut.

Steve’s eyes go wide as he watches you. He nearly stumbles backward onto the mattress behind him because the very sight of you makes his legs buckle.

“Whoa, babe— Let me put a pillow under you first—”

“I don’t care about that,” you dismiss with the shake of your head. Your fingers curl around the hem of his trunks as you blink up at him. “Just take your clothes off.”

He nods, rapid and visibly enthusiastic. 

You don’t pull his shorts all the way down, just enough to free his half-hard cock. You slip the band beneath his heavy balls and wrap his dick in your hand, wetting your palm with your tongue first to ease the friction. 

You work him slowly with your wrist and lick the pearly bead of precum from his flushed tip like it’s muscle memory to you. The rough pad of your tongue flicking over the most sensitive part of him drives him wild. A groan rumbles in his chest, muffled through his clenched jaw and teeth.

“Fuck— These trunks are really doing it for you, huh?” he teases after his fleeting senses return to him.

You blink up at him, only halfway amused. “Be careful, Stevie. I don't know if you noticed, but I have your dick in my hand.”

A crooked grin pulls at his pink lips. “Yeah… Go ahead and put your mouth on it, sweetheart,” he instructs lowly. “Maybe I’ll let you ride it after— shit.”

Your lips wrap fully around his reddening tip.

His breath catches in his throat when you lick over him like a lollipop. Your tongue dips over his drooling slit. The salty tang of him makes you moan under your breath.

Your lips abandon his cock soon after. You keep jerking him with your fist while you bring your mouth to his balls. You know he likes that best. He’s more sensitive there than most men are and spurned on by the sight of it even more so.

The sounds of your suckling and the vision of you nuzzling against his length has his orgasm creeping up his spine. 

Your mouth widens as your tongue trails up the thick vein at the underside of his cock, leading all the way to his flushed, bulbous tip.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Steve sighs, right before a whine spills from his throat. His palms are wide and warm as they settle over your temples, his fingers crawling into your hair. 

He doesn’t guide you at all — you know what he likes better than he does, really. He doesn’t pull you closer to him, either. He just holds you. He uses you like an anchor when his impending orgasm threatens to pull his head underwater.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he repeats, this time in a more firm groan. His cock jerks faintly in your mouth while he babbles. “Gonna make me come like this… So good for me, baby. Your pretty mouth is always so good for me. Just a little bit more…”

You know what he needs. He blinks, and suddenly his cock is stuffed down your throat. Both of you are barely breathing by then, equally spurned on by his rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Oh, shit, babe— fuck,” he whines, voice breaking when you swallow around him. He tilts his head to the ceiling and talks himself through his orgasm with gritted teeth. “Yeah. Gag on it— let me feel you, baby… Fuck, yes... 'S gonna make me come so hard. You’re gonna swallow it for me, yeah? Take everything I give you?”

With his cock stuffing your throat, you show him better than you can tell him. 

His cock spits several warm loads within your waiting throat. You swallow it all down without complaint — not because it tastes good exactly, but because you love having a mouthful of him.

His golden thighs tremble under your hands as your nails rake gently over his skin.

A blissful sigh trembles in his flushed chest when you pull back from him. Even though your jaw aches and your throat is sore, you find it in you to smile as you drag your finger over the dribbles of cum at the corner of your mouth. 

Steve swears he almost comes again when you lick the remnants of his pearly load off the pad of your thumb.

“What do ya say?” you find it in you to tease despite your current predicament. You’re still kneeling in front of him, blinking up at him with heavy watering eyes, saliva glistening on your chin. “Did I earn my seat, Stevie?”

Swallowing through a tight throat, he nods until the words catch up to him. “Yeah. Definitely, yeah. Fuck.”

The bed creaks under his weight when he lies in the center of it. Now fully naked, his tanned skin contrasts heavily with the all-white sheets beneath him. His honey hair is wild as he leans against the fluffy pillows.

He beckons you to him with a wave of his hands.

“C’mere,” he tells you, pink tongue darting out to wet his swollen lips a second later.

You untie your bikini in record time. You rise on the mattress and swing your knee over his hip. Your glistening pussy rests just over his stomach, pretty enough to taste.

“Uh-uh,” Steve hums with the shake of his head, waving his hands again. “Come here.”

Your brows pinch. “What do you mean?”

“Closer,” he commands.

Still a bit confused, you shift further up his waist — only a few inches, though, because you’re not entirely sure what he’s asking of you. 

You don’t fully understand until his wide hands curl around the backs of your thighs. He urges you up his torso himself, forcing you to grip the headboard before you topple over completely. 

He shifts lower on the mattress until your knees are over his shoulders. His strong arms wrap around your thighs to pull you over his face, all but suffocating himself with your pussy.

His scruffy jaw scratches softly at your inner thighs — a stark contrast with the way his soft mouth suckles at your weeping cunt.

You’re practically gushing over his face the second his lips wrap around your clit.

[una-hopeless-romantic1118]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬

a/n: i died but im back for u hangry warren sluts<3333. following after the events of Part 2. ALSO changed the last name to Augustine bc i love the last name :3

timeline: ep. 3 

-> Part 1  

-> Part 2  

This chapter: Part 3

Part 4 

Part 5 

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warnings: cursing, drinking, hangovers, angsty y/n again, not proofread at all. it’s way too long than the other ones whoopsies. 

summary: a slow morning at y/n’s condo starts with warren, who makes it his mission to get to know the girl better, before pulling a “mastermind” of his own as well.

i never realized this but y/n in the first part was literally being a mastermind by taylor swift. AND WE STAN🤞🤞

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Warren didn’t wake up to the sound of Graham’s and Eddie’s loud chatter, the loud clinking of pans as Karen prepares for breakfast, or Julia’s shrieking cries that rattled the whole house awake, but it was the waves gently crashing in the distance.

Outside, through the light blue, almost translucent, curtains of the clear sliding door, he could see the sun about to rise in the most beautiful state ever. A mixture of the shades purple, orange, and pink, and it was perfect.

It sounds like it doesn’t make any sense at all, and if someone were to ever tell him that the sky could be this pretty, he wouldn’t have believed them. He would’ve waved it off as the coke talking.

But seeing it now, just having woken from the best sleep he’s had in a while, it was real and true. It impressed him. So much so that it drove him to get up from the couch he was sleeping at to take a closer look, as if he was a child waking up early to find his backyard snowing.

He swept off the curtain for a clearer look. 

“Holy shit,” he whispered heavily under his breath that the window had fogged up.

The sky was even better with the curtain swept off to the side. It was like he was in the middle of a painting. 

It was too good to be true.

Beneath the sunrise, the waves that woke him up continued its rhythmic pattern of gentle crashes on the shore, the bubbling it leaves on the sand, and then back to the ocean to gather energy to crash again.

He could stand there and watch it for hours.

His shared house Laurel Canyon was confined, there were barely any windows, and they didn’t have the nearest access to the beach.

He managed to peel his eyes off the scenery before him to look around the condo.

Who knew a celebrity’s condo could be so comforting? It wasn’t just the outside scenery that was comforting, but strangely, it was the mess of the living room.

The loose and weirdly shaped, different colored pieces of cloth on the table in front of the couch, an even bigger mess on the tables with the sewing machines, and loose pieces of paper with sketches of colorful designs.

Stylish designs, but some of them are bolder, more uniquely colored designs, that he knows there’s more to them than meets the eye, but are all x’ed over like mistakes.

He took note that some of them were indicated to be bejeweled pieces of clothing, decorated with nothing but jewels, gems, and silver, and it completely stands out from her usual tight, petite looking designs. Some were clothing pieces that were flowy and wispy, and if one were to put their arms out at the wind, it creates that free feeling statement. 

He picks up the sketches on the floor and tables, subconsciously starting a properly stacked pile of papers and placing them on the table, making sure to make a separate pile of the ones that are x’ed out.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────• 

Warren: I mean, the way she was talked about back then was unbelievable. I’m not over exaggerating when I say this, but I was probably one of the only people she had over at that condo.

She had hundreds of friends and admirers, so it kinda made me question how I was welcomed in. And knowing enough about her at the time, it wasn’t because I was a rockstar and she was a hard core fan.

*he lifts himself up from his seat* Mind if I get something real quick? 

Interviewer: Sure.

*he walks out of the camera’s view and into a room in his boat. not long, he comes back with a newspaper in hand.*

Warren: This is just one of the many newspapers I saw her name in, in big, white, bold letters. *he sits back down* I never saw something from the corner of my eye and recognize it this well.

Interviewer: Why’d you keep it?

Warren: *he shrugs with a smile* It’s the little things that matter, sobrina! She still smiles seeing this every now and then.

I bought this at a local grocery store when I was walking around the town she lived at, looking for takeout to get for the two of us. After I found some, I brought four plates of the same order, two milkshakes, and headed back with this and the food.

Interviewer: Well, what made you feel the need to stay?

Warren: Who in the right mind would want to waste their time not spending it with Y/N? *he flips the newspaper’s front to face him* I took my chance, but it wasn’t what I wanted in the first place. I just thought it’d be nice to have a friend like her and get to know her better.

*he hesitates* with a siiide of benefits, because the woman was too interesting to be someone I could just wave off into the past.

But listen to this, the most dramatic title ever *he snickered* :

“ Y/N Augustine! Her rise has been as catastrophic, luminous, and stunning as a supernova itself-! ”

I’m sorry- *he snickered behind the newspaper* I can’t, man. I don’t know how I managed to go through with showing her this, knowing damn well she would’ve laughed at it too. But I know she needed to see it. Especially at that time.

Interviewer: Would you say that that morning was the beginning for you guys? Like the rest of the band said?

Warren: *he nods with a smirk* Hell yeah.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

Warren, with two bags of the four styrofoam containers of food in one hand, contained in one of the bags the horrible newspaper, while holding a cup holder with two drinks on the other, placed the drinks on the floor momentarily to open the door.

Just opening a small crack, he was immediately met with a blasting vinyl player. Bob Marley & The Wailers, he recognized, Could You Be Loved.

There was a spark of amusement that made Warren chuckle under his breath.

As soon as he made the small crack of the door, he squished through with the breakfast in his hands, pushing the door wider with his arm.

He marched over the counter by the kitchen to place the food, and when he turned around, he was met with a wildly haired, wide eyed short woman, with a baseball bat ready to swing his head out of his body.

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Y/N: I had to have a baseball bat. I bought it from a local Dick’s Sporting Goods because I couldn’t buy anything...else.

It wasn’t because I liked the sport. It was good enough because even if you didn’t know how to use it “the right way,” It would hurt the other person anyways.

I was just a woman who happened to be living alone. I needed all the protection I could get from bastards creeping into my house. 

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“FUCKING BASTARD!” Y/N yelled. “WARREN WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“ME?” He yelled back. “YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE FUCKING WEAPON. PUT IT DOWN BEFORE I SHIT MY FUCKING PANTS."

Y/N pants as she lowers the bat slowly. “I thought you...I thought you left?...”

"Geeze, woman. Really?” He exhaled out, in pure disbelief. To think he would leave after the events of last night, with so many things to talk about, he wanted all the answers he could get. 

So many things that can happen from then on. 

Her in her silk sleep dress and baseball bat was not what he had in mind at all, though.

In other words, he wanted her. He wouldn’t have gotten her all of this food if he didn’t. And that says a lot.

In the distance, the reggae music continued with another one.

“Sorry,” she winced. “I thought you were an intruder.”

Warren tries to shake off his trembling subtly. “Eh, it’s all good. I went out to get food. Milkshakes, hash browns, scrambled eggs, toast.” He drummed on the plates as he tells her.

Y/N’s eyes widen, but she proceeds to march up to the counter and salivate over the delicious smell. 

Not long after, she begins to dive in, seemingly forgetting about how she almost near blew Warren’s head open.

She also seemed to be completely ignoring Warren’s amused, yet admiring gaze on her.

She nods to him. “So, is this like, aftercare?” She grabs a fork in a drawer and begins picking at the scrambled eggs. “Back home they usually just leave.”

It takes Warren a few seconds to recover from the wild suggestion. “We didn’t...sleep together, Y/N.” He said carefully. “But if you really want to know what aftercare could be with me, then we should definitely do something about that.”

Y/N, already with a mouthful of eggs, tilt her head in confusion. “What is this all for, then?” She ignored the brave remark.

Warren sighs defeatedly into his shoulder. “Thought I’d be nice. Figured you’d have a hangover.” 

He grabs a toast. “And I thought you said you were from here? Or was that also...”

“No, I am from here,” Y/N nods. “But after my parents’ divorce when I was 10, my dad and me and my three brothers moved to France to where our grandparents were at.” She swallows the remnants of scrambled eggs in her mouth. “I moved back here after quitting 2 years of...school-” 

Warren tuts when he notices the long pause between of and school. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“Yes,” he widened his eyes at her, wagging a piece of toast in her face. “It’s the least you could do. I bought you food that could last you the whole day.”

“I never asked for this!”

“How bad of a major was it that you won’t tell me?” Warren chuckled. “What was it? Dentistry? Dance? Clinical? A foot massager?”

“A foot massager?!” She screeched.

“Holy shit! Are you serious?”

Y/N slaps his hard in his upper arm, which caused Warren to yell out. “Shit! Baby, that stung.”

“Don’t call me baby,” she gagged. “Don’t baby me!”

“But you’re so cut-Ow! Fine, geeze.” He goes to massage his arm after the second slap, now that it was sending tingling sensations, worse than the one before. ���I think it’s actually making my arm paralyzed, Y/N. Great fucking job.”

“Good. I hope the paralysis reaches your brain.”

“I won’t let it,” he sighs miserably as he continues to massage his arm. “Now tell me your major, please.”

“No!” She chuckled nervously. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I won’t laugh, I promise.” He lied. Of course he’d laugh, he did just make her blush from embarrassing her.

A silent pause. “...Astrophysics.”

Warren’s hand raced to his mouth to stop himself from absolutely losing it in front of her. And she already looked embarrassed, and with the way she was clutching on to her fork looked like she want to dive it into her eye. 

“...Wow.” He muffled against his hand. “I mean...wow...”

But when a snicker escaped from his lips, Y/N frowns. “You promised!”

“I never promised anything!” He laughed out loud now. Howling laughter, that tears began to form in the corner of his eyes. “What a nerd!”

“Fuck off.” She groaned, walking to him only to push him away.

“Little French nerd!” But it wasn’t until she got up in front of his face, way too close than she intended, was she reminded of last night.

Of course Y/N remembered the kiss. And while she rarely got drunk, those rare times were always “on accident,” and would always have to be her last straw. It was always in hopes to avoid and forget, but it wouldn’t last for however she wanted. She still remembers things.

For a while, she’s been thinking about moving back to France. Back to her family, back to her friends and back to the insane craze of lover culture—anyone, to desperately get a way out of this depressing hold called loneliness.

But she knows she couldn’t just leave because she’d be leaving way too much. It’s way too important to leave for company or love. 

The kiss was nice, and made her feel nice momentarily. Warren’s nice too, bringing her breakfast and all, and cleaning her living room/primary workplace for her that she noticed as soon as she walked in, which is a tad confusing and unnecessary, especially after her little trick on him.

She’s flattered by the guy. Charmed, even.

But Y/N has been in doubt about many things, but this shouldn’t be any different. The feelings will pass, she’s convinced herself, and she will be able to get herself back on track.

So she walks back to where she was before.

When Y/N gets herself to look at him again, there’s a certain way that Warren’s face pinched that sent Y/N to feel extremely guilty.

“Why’d you drop out?” He exhaled out heavily.

“Warren...” She warned with pained expression.

“Hey, it’s just a genuine question.” He raised his hands in surrender. “How does someone go from being a super nerd to a hot piece fashionista?”

“Fuck you, I have always been a hot piece.” She scrunched her nose. “I wasn’t happy, that was it. I mean, I loved studying it and reading about it, but I didn’t want it as a job. I wish I realized it earlier.”

Warren nods. “So you were an unhappy hot piece.” He faked sympathy.

“I was an unhappy hot piece.” She nodded along.

He takes a sip of his milkshake before swishing it around his mouth. “And now?” He swallows. “Are you happier now?” 

Y/N made the mistake of saying “um...” instead of just jumping into it with a lie.

Say yes.

All Y/N could do was bite her tongue and look up.

Y/N, just fucking lie.

“Hey...it’s okay if you’re not.”

Y/N bites her bottom lip gently as she picks at the scrambled egg in front of her.

“Maybe I need another career change.” She snickered. But, no. It’s not it this time, and she knows it.

“I was hoping you would say that.” Warren wagged a finger at her before walking off to the stack of papers at one of her sewing desk.

She watches as he walks back to her with a whole, separated stack of them. “I saw your sketches earlier when I was cleaning up.” 

“Congrats,” she said with a mouthful of toast. “You’re the first person to see them.”

“No way?” He chuckled with his raspy voice. “Oh, shit. Wow...and is there, like, an award system for this? ‘Cuz I feel like I deserve some sort of…award for witnessing such, fine, art...” He made sure to look intently at her.

Y/N tried to hide her growing smile. “So about the sketches you said?....”

Warren shook his head with a small smile on his face. “They were good. All of them.”

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, faking a blushed expression. “Top notch feedback. New York critics better watch out.” 

“Hey, I’m telling the truth,” he laughs out, “especially the crossed out ones.”

Y/N stops mid-bite of her toast. She blinks a few times, before finally meeting Warren in the eyes. 

“I mean, why are they crossed out in the first place?” He questioned, genuine curiosity in his voice. “They looked amazing.”

“They looked like shit.” She countered his compliment. 

Warren insisted for a further explanation with a simple nod.

“They’re not...normal,” she tried. “If I went through with them and made them, I would’ve wasted my time, and not to mention, embarrass the models. They wouldn’t be able to show their faces or get another modeling gig if I forced them into clothes like those.”

“Okay, well, forget about the models right now,” Warren offered, with a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “Why are they shit? Because they don’t look like it.”

Y/N shrugs as she swallows. She knows they weren’t shit, but that they were too bold of a statement. “I just don’t see the average people to wear them.”

“That’s because average people shouldn’t be wearing them.” Warren snickered. “You know you’re the #1 brand right now? Serenity’s been on cover magazines everywhere I go, with your name plastered at the top as if it was it’s own title.”

He pulls out the newspaper from the bag and faced it in front of her.

It only takes her a few minutes skimming the page to break out laughing.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Y/N: It was such a horribly cheesy compliment *she pinched the bridge of her nose* I should’ve sued their ass back then.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

Warren laughs along with her. “I saw it on the walk back here. Thought I’d show it to you to convince you.”

Y/N chuckles, wiping a tear forming from the corner of her eye. “Convince me that my work is as catastrophic as a supernova?” She laughs into her arms. 

He nods. “That you should go through with making the clothes. You’re amazing. And sorry for saying this, but I never pegged you to be the type of person to care what other people think.”

“Well I do,” Y/N argued, her laughter gradually dying down. “I do care.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“It’s my work. I’m supposed to.” She met his eyes again. “What do you know about it?”

“I don’t know jack shit about fashion, you’re right,” Warren agrees. He leans closer to her on the counter, “but I know if you keep pushing creativity like these to the side, the world will be missing out on a whole side of Y/N Augustine.”

“And how are you so sure it’s something they’d want to see?”

“Alright, listen,” he proposes. “They’re not shit. They’re just different. They’re never-seen-before’s, that’s why you’re scared to make them.”

Y/N still looked unsurely at the papers laid in front of her. Warren pushes them to her so that they’re closer.

He points at one of the x’ed out drawings. Under the drawing was his name written with a smiley face and a phone number.

“I gotta run. Band practice.” He tells her, before quickly pecking her cheek and beelining to the front door.

Biting back a smile, she calls out after him.“When do you want this?”

“As soon as you want to see me again.” He flashed her a smile, winked, before finally closing the door behind him.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

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[whatgaviiformes]

Lighthouse + Fishtank (September Prompts 😊)

This went a little TOS in that Dad's around. But otherwise pre-iR fluff (is it fluff, idk maybe?) of bros figuring out what to do with their lives.

💚💛

Directionless

Virgil's footfalls have never been particularly subtle, and the soles of his heavy work boots clang against the metal foundation at the top of the lighthouse with enough gusto that Gordon feels the vibrations ride up the back of his thighs. 

"Figured you'd find me eventually," he acknowledges. He doesn't need to turn to know Virgil is still approaching. He'd rather not tear his gaze away from the skyline if he can avoid it, not with how gorgeous his sea is with the glow of sunset orange on her waves. His legs swing gently where they dangle from the gallery deck near the top of the tower, and he leans forward onto the frame designed to protect the visitors.

"You know you aren't supposed to sit like this," Virgil says as he stands beside him, placing a warm hand on Gordon's left shoulder. "Mr. Hawthorne will have your hide if he sees you." 

Gordon snorts. As if he didn't know his older brothers had done this themselves many times over throughout the years.  John even would sneak in after dark, and Virgil would do whatever Scott would do, so he had no room to talk. Apparently, it is different where the littlest brothers are concerned.  

"I'm just saying. You don't get safety warnings like this unless someone's fallen before." Virgil gestures to the vehement sign behind them DO NOT SIT ON DECK.

Gordon knows as a fact it's happened before, someone falling from the walk towards the rocky ground below, and Virgil knows it too because he's the very person that told him the ghost stories about it. 

"Give me a break, Virg. It's the last trip before Dad sells the condo. I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. Besides," he grins out to the sea, "I can outrun old man hawkeyes any day. I'm not worried."

 Their dad has bought an island of all things. As far as tradeoffs go, they won't need a vacation beach house when the definition of home becomes a tropical paradise.  But for now, Gordon is enjoying what he will miss about this quaint little town: the market every Saturday morning, the warm soft waves, more a caress than a surf, the ding of the town clock that heralded noon, the beam of the old lighthouse. 

Virgil hums, a low pleasant note that carries off with the breeze. Up here, the winds are more wild than they are below, and though it's the heat of summer, between that and the sun ducking beyond the horizon, Gordon's got goosebumps up his arms. 

"S'pose you're right," Virgil says, sliding down beside him and slipping his legs through the opening of the barrier. "For old time's sake." 

Virgil has filled out over the past few years, even more so since going off to college where he was more easily able to establish a workout routine for himself. At fifteen, Gordon is small beside him. He's still working on building up his muscle tone in his back and shoulders, and legs to support his swimming, and school takes up more hours out of his day than he thinks is feasible for a kid his age. Unless you're Johnny and from planet brainiac. 

Virgil's legs are almost too big to make it through the narrow opening, and Gordon giggles at him. He appreciates the sentiment, but Virgil is more adult than he is kid. And in a few weeks, he'll be twenty, and that's not even a teen anymore. 

"I've always found it calming up here," Virgil tells him. "A beacon to guide you home and all that." He says it casually, but Gordon can hear the edge of wistfulness in his voice and a tone that speaks of a creative mind scattered between the current moment and colors and shades and emotion through images. Or perhaps Virgil hears a distant song only he knows.  Gordon's heard that tone many times, Virgil in the zone. Missed it even, on all those long semesters away.

And it is a very pretty sky. 

"You actually want to avoid lighthouses," Gordon tells him. "The light's a warning that there's land nearby and not to come too close." 

"Hmm. Still. I imagine if one is lost at sea any light on the horizon, even a warning light, is a welcome symbol of hope, of change to come." He breathes the smell of sea salt. "Are you?"

"Am I what?"  

"Lost at sea?" 

Gordon doesn't answer Virgil and his silly little metaphors. He rolls his eyes and watches a boat sail along the water. They can only see it being as high up the tower as they are. At sea level, it would be beyond their sight. 

"It depends, if you want to hear about it." Virgil continues when Gordon doesn't answer. Trying a new tactic, it seems.

Virgil reminds him that part of his summer independent study here has been on the design of the Fresnel lens, and so he has a wealth of new knowledge on how lighthouses work. 

Gordon nods. He appreciates that Virgil doesn't 'um, actually' him the way he'd get from the others, not that it was ever in bad faith. It's just annoying when they do it.  Virgil's always been understanding that Gordon's brain thinks uniquely. Maybe because Virgil himself is a weird thinker too. Gordon knows he's different from his siblings, and his intelligence doesn't come to him from book smarts. But he loves a good factoid as much as anyone, when it matters. 

Virgil tends to know what matters, and how not to get too technical with him, since he's not the engineer in the family. 

Or the future astronaut. 

Or the flyboy war hero. 

"Some lighthouses do warn for danger zones in the water. There's one in Australia that casts a red beam over rocky terrain near the shoreline. But then it also has a light characteristic for identification. It's like Morse code. But for sea travels. Let's you know where you are and where you're heading." 

"Signals for the directionless."

"Exactly." And Gordon can feel Virgil's eyes on him. 

"Does it bother you that John is going to graduate before you?" 

Virgil gives a hearty laugh, and he leans himself back so his palms are pressed against the metal, supporting his weight as he looks up into the darkening sky. At this time of day the light has not yet turned on, but it will soon. 

"Lord no," he tells him. "Spacecase always treated school like it was a goddamn inconvenience. He always wanted to get out on his own, academically speaking. Nah, I'm happy for him, but I'd rather not rush it for myself. Aren't you happy for him, Fish? He's worked so hard for this."

"I'm happy for him." And Gordon means it. "Of course I am." Johnny has always treated the education system like a force reining him in. He's wanted out of it for so long, and in less than a year he'll really be able to explore. Gordon doesn't understand his brother or why studying is such a freaking joy for him. But it is, and the part he can understand is the wanderlust, the desire to extend himself beyond limitations. 

School was never the place for either of them. For different reasons. 

"Dad wants me to start thinking about colleges." If he expects it to be a big reveal, for the foundations to fall out from under them, it doesn't happen. But a shiver runs up his spine at how completely not at all a big deal it feels to tell Virgil. 

"And you don't know where you want to go?"

The silence stretches between them. 

"I don't know." He's fifteen and never been to prom and only just starting to learn how to drive. He's too young to smoke or drink and he doesn't know how to decide what to do with the rest of his life. He hiccups, wipes his arm angrily across his eyes, and channels the confidence he feels when his body is surrounded by the weightlessness of the pool. "I've got a real thing with swimming, V. Coach says I could make it to the Olympics in a few years. And I want to try." 

"You don't know if you want to go."

To his horror, his eyes prickle, and he's grateful that Virgil's watching the back of his head.

"Dad's always supported your swimming, little fish." 

Despite the care he's taken to project his self-assurance, Virgil has heard the waver in his voice and has come up close to him. He slings an arm over his shoulder, and Gordon can feel his even breaths against his side. 

"And then what?" he mutters. 

"Ah." Virgil's hand slides up to ruffle his hair. "It's ok to not know. You aren't as directionless as you think."

He shakes his head. 

"I mean it. You're not. There's nothing wrong with setting your goals based on the near future. You're young. You have time. And if," - he leans forward to catch Gordon's eye - "your path leads to college, I'll help you find somewhere that'll connect with you."

"What if it doesn't?"  He flicks his gaze over to him, then down, far down towards the ground below them. 

"Then it doesn't." Virgil pulls him closer. "And that's ok."

No one has ever told him that before. 

"Everyone else knows what they want to do." A dry laugh escapes. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I don't," Virgil tells him. "Why else do you think I'm double majoring?" 

"Because you're an overachiever like the rest of them? John and Scott always knew what they wanted to do."

"John's an alien," Virgil deadpans, and Gordon laughs for real this time as he continues. "You can't compare yourself to him. And Scott? Well, Scott had Dad to compare himself to. You're such your own person, Squid. I admire you for that. Never change."

"Yeah?" He's not sure why that makes him feel suddenly so open. He's starting to shiver, and Virgil sheds his outer flannel to throw it over him. Gordon slides it on the rest of the way overtop his Hawaiian shirt, and he wiggles the sleeves that dangle past his hands to flap in the wind. "I think you're your own person too." 

"Thanks, Gordon. I appreciate that." 

In a few years maybe Gordon will tell him about the work studies he's looked into, the brochure for WASP he collected at a swim meet, the sea rescue and trash clean up efforts he believes in but can't explore while he's still only 15 and Olympics bound, the fact that he feels no connection whatsoever to the possibility of being Gordon Tracy, the college student. 

He doesn't want to study for another four or eight or whatever years to set himself up for life. He wants to start living it already. And for now he's fifteen and eager to sail even if he doesn't know whether that means North or South in the end. 

"Hey! You kids can't be up there!" A croaky voice calls up to them, hobbling toward the spire, slowly, but they know it's as fast as his sea legs and cane with let him go. 

Virgil beams at his brother, "Whoops! Time to go." 

His older brother seems more kid than adult as he laughs at the outrage of the old man who is the keeper of the lighthouse. Gordon runs, taking the steps two at a time, and Virgil parkours down the stairwell. The lighthouse screeches at their weight while their cackling echoes and bounces along the tight walls, and Virgil darts to the right once they hit the opening entrance, dropping to a low somersault right under Mr. Hawthorne's arm, and Gordon takes his distraction to duck and twist away from his left. 

"Sorry, Mr. Hawthorne!" Virgil calls as he runs away, and Gordon zigzags back to meet up with Virgil once he's long out of reach of the old man. He finds him leaning against the fencing around the parking lot. 

"I brought the Mustang if you want to get some driving time in?" Virgil tosses him his set of keys. "Ice cream shack?" he offers.

"Really?" He catches them, feeling more adult than kid in such a grown-up car. Confident in the trust and support of his brother in a way that assures him he'll always have his family in his corner. "You're on!" 

The End

[middleearthpixie]

Wanted Man ~ Chapter Eight

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings:  Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters: McKenna, Loki, Shannon, random beach dudes

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.5k

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The next morning, McKenna woke with the strange feeling she’d been dreaming all night long. The same dream. Loki. Stretched out beside her. Holding her against him. She dreamed of the gentle caress of his lips against her neck, where it curved into her shoulder. It was all so vivid, she’d swear it really happened. She brushed her fingertips along the spot where Loki’d kissed her so nicely in her dream, as if she’d find some sort of evidence left behind. 

She sat up to the sound of soft snoring, rubbing sleep from her eye with one hand. Loki lay sprawled on his back on the loveseat, one foot flat on the floor, the other resting on the loveseat’s arm. A soft snore rose from the loveseat. She would have smiled at the thought of a god snoring, but she still stung too badly from what happened the night before. 

She made quick work of showering and dressing, and when her phone rang, she swiped it up before it could wake Loki, although she didn’t know why she cared if he woke up or not. “Shay, tell me you’re here?”

“I’m here, Kenna. Down in the restaurant. You’re buying me breakfast.”

“I’ll be down in just a sec.” She disconnected and after glancing over her shoulder to see Loki still snoring away, hurried down to the restaurant where Shannon was already drinking a glass of orange juice.

She lowered the glass. “Kenna?” Her eyes narrowed. “You look like hell.”

“Thanks,” she replied dryly, sinking into the chair across from her. “It’s been a rough few days.”

“It looks like it.” She lifted up the oversized carryon. “I brought you everything you needed and I grabbed your charger. I thought that might come in handy.”

“Did you find Cinder?”

To her relief, Shannon nodded. “Yep. He’s safe and sound in my condo. Tony's not thrilled, but he’ll get over it.”

“Thank you so much, Shay.” Tears clouded McKenna's eyes and she scowled. She wasn’t much of a crier ever, but these last few days, her emotions always seemed to end with tears. Aggravating, to say the least. 

The waitress came over. “Good morning, ladies. What can I get you this morning?”

All McKenna wanted was coffee, but Shannon, in her typical style, ordered eggs, bacon, two pancakes and another orange juice. She was one of those lucky women who could eat like a horse and never gain a pound where McKenna spent hours in the gym working off a Munchkin. 

The coffee arrived first and McKenna took a long sip as Shannon said, “So? What gives?”

“I don’t even know how to begin, Shay. You aren’t going to believe me.”

“Try me.” Shannon’s dark eyes widened as she smiled and tossed her dark hair out of those eyes. 

“Do you remember when New York was attacked a few months ago?”

“Yeah. Of course I do. I doubt anyone around here doesn’t remember it.”

“Well, do you remember who was responsible for it?”

“Some freak in leather named Loki. Claimed he was a god from someplace called Asgard, or something.”

McKenna had to bite back defending Loki, when she would have cheerfully strangled him at the same time. “He’s not a freak, Shay.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“Because he’s asleep upstairs in my room, on the loveseat.”

“What the fuck? Get out!” Shannon started to rise from her chair. “I want to punch him for what he did.”

McKenna grabbed her by the arm and held her in place, painfully aware of the stares now turned in their direction. It wasn’t a large dining room, but it was large enough and her face grew hot under the weight of those stares. “Sit and you’re doing nothing of the sort. He’s not what you think he is. I mean, he is, but there’s more to him that—” 

“Murdering, elitist jackhole demagogue? I don’t believe that.”

“Just listen to me, will you?” McKenna looked around at the other diners, offering up a half-hearted smile before tugging on Shannon’s arm in an attempt to get her to return to her chair. It worked and she sank back into her own. 

“He crashed into my apartment the other night. He’s on the run, wanted by some race called the Chitauri—” 

“The who?”

“Chit—look, I know it sounds insane, okay? But just… just let me tell this. The Chitauri were the ones helping him attack New York and now he’s pissed them off as well.”

“Here’s my shocked face,” came Shannon’s dry reply.

“Yeah, I know, look—” McKenna rubbed her forehead as a dull headache began to take root behind her eyes. “Stop looking at me like that. I know it sounds crazy. I keep telling you that, don't I? And really, I wouldn’t believe it myself, but since I saw them with my own eyes…”

Shannon’s expression morphed from incredulous to concerned. “You’re telling me the truth, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” McKenna lowered her hand, nodding as she continued, “I am and you saw my apartment, right? They did that. Looking for him.”

“Him. Loki?”

“Loki.”

“He’s on the lam, isn’t he?”

“Oh, dear Dod, is he ever.” McKenna reached for her coffee again. “Anyway, that’s why we���re here. And honestly, I’m shocked I found a room, considering the holiday, which I, of course, didn't even think about.”

“So, what is your plan?”

“I don’t have one.” 

Shannon’s breakfast arrived then and Shannon dove in, forking in a mouthful of pancake, around which she said, “No plan, huh?”

“Not yet, no. I’m kind of hoping something will come to me.”

“Are you nuts?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” McKenna swallowed another mouthful of coffee. “I’ll take you up and you can meet him and see what I mean.”

“I don’t know, Kenna. That guy killed something like two hundred people. He demolished half of New York. He got his ass kicked by the Hulk. And now these spooks from space are hunting him, and you as well. So, tell me again why you’re helping him?”

“I don’t know. Because he needed it, I guess. And it wasn’t two hundred people. It was only eighty.”

“Oh, ’cause that’s better?”

“Shay, look, I’m not asking you to understand. I just needed some things because when the spooks from space showed up, we just ran.”

Shannon’s fork went still. “Kenna, did you see what they did to your apartment?”

McKenna shot her a look. “Are you kidding me, Shay? You did not just ask me that.”

“Yeah, it was stupid, sorry. But, how did you manage to get out of there without getting killed?”

“That murdering, elitist jackhole demagogue. That’s how.”

“Damn…” Shannon let out a low whistle, then pushed her plate away and signaled to the server to bring the check. As McKenna went to open her wallet, Shannon waved her off. “I’ve got this. You’ve had a rough enough couple of days and I want to meet this guy now. I’ve got to see him for myself.”

When the bill was paid, Shannon followed McKenna back upstairs and McKenna pulled out the key. “Now, he might still be asleep, so—”

The door was yanked open and they came face to face with blazing blue-green eyes as Loki said, “Where the deuce were you?”

“I was downstairs,” she held up the carryon, “getting the things you didn’t think to pack.”

“Try to remember, I was in a bit of a hurry.” He turned away and stalked across the room, staring out the windows at the beach down below. 

“Like I’m going to forget,” she muttered, crossing over the threshold.

“Oh, my God, Kenna,” Shannon whispered behind her. “He is gorgeous! Crazy, but really fuckin’ hot!”

“Oh, hush.” McKenna crossed over to stand next to him and touched his shoulder. “Loki? What’s the matter?”

“The matter was I awoke to find you gone and I didn’t know what had become of you,” he muttered, not looking at her, but staring out at the water instead.

“You were worried about me?” She couldn't keep the surprise from her voice.

“No.”

“Okay, well,” she gestured to Shannon even though he still looked out the window. “We ache company and it wouldn’t kill you to be polite, you know.”

Slowly, he turned and his eyes were flat as his gaze slid in Shannon’s direction. “I am Loki. Of Asgard.”

“I’m Shannon. Of Jersey City.”

He offered up a slight smile. “A pleasure.” He glanced over at McKenna and added, “Would you mind if I had a word alone with Miss Carlin?”

“Not at all.” Shannon peered around him. “Meet you guys on the beach? Maybe we can head into Point Pleasant.”

“Sure.” McKenna nodded, her scowl fading as Shannon left the room and Loki turned back to her. “What’s the matter?”

“You will tell me when you’re going to leave the room from now on.”

“Why? Oh, it’s because I’m a muddle-headed Midgardian in need of a chaperone, isn’t it?”

“No. It’s because the Chitauri might have followed or S.H.I.E.L.D might have taken you into custody. They’re still out there, remember? And if that happened, where would I be?”

“Where would you be?” She swiped up a pillow and hurled it at him. “In custody as well, where I’m starting to think you belong, you jackass!”

With that, she turned and marched out of the room to find Shannon pacing in the hallway. Shannon looked up as the door slammed shut. “Kenna, I see why you helped him. I’ll bet the benefits are awesome!” she singsonged.

“There are no benefits, Shay. I’m not sleeping with him.”

Shannon looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Why not? I’d be all over him like a bad rash.”

“Now there’s a lovely image.”

Shannon linked her arm through McKenna's. “Oh, come on, the guy’s cute and he’s a god. I bet he’s amazing in bed. And you said it was only eighty people, right? I could overlook that.” 

McKenna sagged back against the wall. Shannon was probably right. Loki probably was amazing in bed. And that realization left her feeling a little hollow. “Yeah well, it doesn’t matter anyway, Shay. He doesn’t want me.”

“Nonsense. He was worried about you, wasn’t he?”

“That’s not the same thing. If something happens to me, he’s a goner and he knows it. That’s why he needs me. I’m his navigator, for better or for worse.”

“I don't think so, Kenna. I mean, I really don’t think there are many women who wouldn’t help him, if you ask me.”

“Well, I didn’t ask.” McKenna pushed up from the wall. “Let’s just go somewhere. Anywhere. I don’t care where.”

“Should you invite the god, too?”

At the moment, McKenna was more tempted to just leave him at the Winchester on his own and go back to Brunswick alone. It would serve him right if she did.

But, since the Chitauri or even S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn’t necessarily know she’d done that, they could easily come looking for her once more and then what? 

“Yeah, we should invite him,” she said with a long sigh and pushed open the door.  “We’re heading out to the beach. Do you want to come?”

He didn’t answer and she didn’t wait to see if he would, but as she and Shannon made their way down the stairs, a door slammed and as they stepped on the beach, Loki was right beside her, glaring at her. Well let him glare, she didn’t care.

The beach was still relatively empty, but there were a few guys tossing a Frisbee amongst themselves. The wind caught the disc and it would have hit McKenna in the face, except Loki stepped between them and let it hit him in the chest.

She turned as he fired it back so hard that it slipped through every outstretched hand and hit the sand to send a huge spray of it flying. “Take care,” Loki growled at the blond who’d tossed it in the first place. “I should hate to see something happen if she is hit.”

“Take it easy, man,” the blond said. 

“Take it easy?” Loki repeated, calmly strolling over to the blond. McKenna's stomach churned as he then grabbed the blond by the throat. “I think you should be the one to take it easy.”

“Let go of him.” McKenna demanded as the other men stepped toward them. “Before someone calls the cops.”

Loki glanced at her over his shoulder, but he spoke to the blond, “Apologize to her.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to miss it.”

“Good.” Loki set him down and just as calmly walked back to McKenna and Shannon.

McKenna shook her head at him. “Are you crazy?”

“No. No, I’m not.” 

Shannon leaned over to whisper, “Still think he doesn’t want you, Kenna?”

“Hush.”

“Man, you’ve got issues,” the blond said to Loki's retreating back, and McKenna and Shannon both said, “Oh, shit,” at the same time.

Loki paused mid-stride and slowly pivoted to stare down the blond. McKenna didn’t miss the slight twitch of his fingers, and she jumped between him and the blond. “Don’t even think about it. You don’t want to draw the attention to yourself.”

“Move, McKenna.”

“No.” She held his stare, even as it grew colder still. In her peripheral vision, she saw his fingers move again and a hint of fear fluttered through her. He wouldn’t use his magic on her, would he? Before yesterday, she wouldn’t have thought so, but since last night? Well, if she was honest with herself, there was a little more uncertainty today.

“You don’t know that S.H.I.E.L.D isn’t here,” she told him in a low voice. “You don’t know the Chitauri aren’t here. We are out in the open and anyone could be watching. Stop trying to prove your dick is bigger than his and let’s. Just. Go.”

His forehead furrowed and his eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Stop trying to prove you’re more man than he is. The stupid Frisbee didn’t hit me. He apologized for the wind. Let’s just go.” She stepped up to him and caught him by the right wrist. “Let it go, Loki. I mean it.”

His eyes flicked over her head, and then back to her. “Fine.”

“And ignore anything else he might say.”

Shannon whistled, shaking her head. “You don’t know how lucky you are,” she said to the blond guy. “You might want to go buy a lottery ticket.”

“Shut up, Shay,” McKenna grumbled, tugging on Loki's wrist. He finally relented and allowed her to pull him away from the Frisbee players.

“Who is S.H.I.E.L.D?” Shannon asked as they continued on down the beach.

“A spy group, for lack of a better phrase,” McKenna said, releasing Loki's wrist once she was sure he’d calmed down enough to not go back and annihilate the Frisbee players. “They monitor… well… everything, I think.”

“So,” Shannon hurried ahead of them, then turned to face them, walking backwards, “you are on at least two Most Wanted Lists?”

Loki nodded. “It would appear that way.”

“And yet, you were going to zap that guy into nothingness, weren’t you?”

He didn’t reply, but that didn’t deter Shannon. She was her usual, irrepressible self and though there were times McKenna wished she could be more like her best friend, this was not one of those times. If she could, she’d kick Shannon in the shin to shut her up.

But she couldn’t and Shannon grinned. “You two should just kiss and get it over with already.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki turned his frown on her.

“Please, it’s so obvious,” Shannon scoffed. “You were defending her honor. Kiss her already. You know you want to. And I know she wants you to, so why don’t you just do it already?”

“Shut up, Shay,” McKenna gritted through clenched teeth. Her cheeks were already hot, and that heat now crept outward. Damn it, was she that obvious to everyone. It was bad enough that Loki was very much aware that she wanted him to kiss her, especially since he firmly put her in her place in response to it. She had no idea she broadcasted it to everyone else as well.

“Because I don’t wish to,” Loki replied grimly, not even looking at McKenna.

“Uh-huh. Sure you don’t. Men,” she sniffed, “you don’t change no matter what realm you come from, do you? You’re all the same.” She shrugged and turned back to face the direction in which they walked. “I promise not to say I told you so when you finally end up together.”

McKenna rolled her eyes as Loki said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Hey, why don’t we head into Point Pleasant? They’re doing fireworks tonight,” Shannon tossed over her shoulder. “A little cheesy, but why not? We can grab something to eat on the boards, and just hang out until.”

Loki glanced down at McKenna. “Do you wish to go to this place?”

McKenna shrugged. “Sure. Why not? It’s not like there’s anything going on here. I just hope there are no Frisbees to worry about.”

Loki arched one black brow, but said nothing as Shannon shook her head. “Yep. You really should just kiss her. I’ll go get my car and meet you out front.”

McKenna breathed a sigh of relief as Shannon hurried back toward the Winchester. Shaking her head, she looked up at him. “She means well, but she doesn’t really know when to keep quiet.”

He sighed softly, sinking onto the sand and crossing his legs. “Why don’t the two of you go and enjoy yourselves?”

A feeling of chilly apprehension swept through her and she sat down next to him. “Why? You don’t feel like dealing with a hot, overcrowded boardwalk loaded with a bunch of pink-skinned sunburnt tourists?”

That didn’t even get a grin. He stared out at the water, scooping a handful of dry white sand into his palm. It spilled slowly through his fingers. “I should probably leave you now, McKenna. Before—well, you were right last night. If S.H.I.E.L.D. is here as well, you could find yourself in custody and very serious trouble.”

“But you don’t know if they are, just like you don’t know if the Chitauri are here, either.”

“I don’t, but you’ve already done much for me and at great peril for yourself.”

She took a deep breath and gently eased her arm beneath his, curving hers about his to rest her hand on his forearm. He was the only man on the beach in jeans and while he wore a tee shirt, she figured he was probably still at least a little uncomfortable in the heat, considering his body temperature ran lower and he probably felt their heat even more than humans—Midgardians—would.

She let her fingers come to rest against his bare skin, which cooled them almost instantly. His skin no longer had that bluish tint, but it was paler than her own, which was saying something. Although she wasn’t as pale as she was in the winter months, she had only a slight tan now. She needed a week of lying on the beach and doing nothing else before she’d achieve anything close to decent color.

She half-expected him to tug free, but he didn’t, and she took that as a good omen. It wasn’t the same as apologizing for the hurtful things he’d said last night, but it might be a start. “You didn’t make me put myself in any danger. I chose to do that. I’m a big girl, O’God of Mischief. You do realize that, don’t you?”

“I do.” His voice took on a wistfulness. “Probably more so than is wise.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shook his head, seeming to come out of his reverie as he turned to gaze down at her. “Your friend is waiting. Go. I’ll be—” 

“You’re going to leave while I’m gone, aren’t you?” A hint of fear fluttered through her. Although she knew, logically, that the time would come when he’d leave, she wasn’t ready for that time to be today. 

“It’s best, McKenna. For both of us.” He slid his arm free and stood, brushing sand from his jeans. 

“Tomorrow, Loki. Go tomorrow. Come and see the fireworks and then go in the morning.”

“McKenna—”

She got to her feet. “You know, I haven’t asked you for anything in return—aside from the first night, when I asked you not to kill anyone. You could do this one thing for me. Let me show you some magic that we have. It isn’t much, and it isn’t nearly as impressive as making it snow in my apartment or turning a snowball into butterflies, but fireworks are cool in their own right.”

A sad smile came to his face. “You drive a hard bargain, McKenna. Very well. I’ll stay tonight, but tomorrow, I will bid you farewell and you will go back home and back to your life.”

“Fine.” She held out her hand and when he took it, she smiled. She had twenty-four hours to change his mind.

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1: write about your name. where did it come from? what does it mean?

like practically every name out there, mine has many different origins from different cultures around the world. i think it became somewhat popular or more well known in the 1950s, specifically in 1953 when it was ‘coined’ by American actor Tyrone Power and his then-wife Mexican actress Linda Christian for their second daughter Taryn Stephanie Power. contradicting this, while my name is seen as relatively new, it was used often in 18th century Ireland as a combination of ‘tara’ (meaning hills) and ‘Erin’ (meaning ireland). so the ‘original’ meaning of Taryn is ‘the hills of Ireland’. But it can also translate into ‘rocky hill’. apparently my name comes from a history of being sacred to the celts but i didn’t do enough research there to be completely right. the chart below shows the many different meanings of my name with different languages (my favorite is either hebrew or greek) i love my name, it seems to have an ancient history while also being relatively modern, which doesn’t make a lot of sense but i think it fits me perfectly :)

12: did you travel as a child? what were your favorite places to visit?

we did travel a lot when i was a child, mostly staying in country (we hit all 50 states before i graduated high school) i know its cliche and a generic answer, but my favorite place we visited was Disney world. i always enjoyed going there, the controlled chaos and the ambiance of the place just stuck with me. i’ve been there quite a few times yet it’s never gotten boring, i love the food and it’s just - i don’t know how to describe it, but disney has always felt like home. i also enjoyed going down to orange beach, just staying in the condo we rented with my grandparents, reading/writing while listening to the crash of the oceans waves as my sisters built sandcastles. it was always a relaxing trip.

27: write about your most memorable birthday

i don’t really know about my most memorable birthday, i’ve never had one of those cinematic birthdays where everything is either perfect or goes terribly wrong. i remember my 13th very well, not because it was the best birthday i’ve ever had but because it was my first sleepover with people i wasn’t related too (tho my cousin was there bc they’re my best friend). it was also the year i was gifted a mini chocolate fountain by my friends, a box set of the entire ‘I love Lucy’ series, and the year i accidentally threw an Oreo at my friends eye. hopefully my future birthdays will be better as i venture further into being an adult, which is terrifying but it is what it is.

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Rosa Parks Museum: Dedicated to the life and legacy of Rosa Parks, this museum tells the story of the Montgomery Bus Boycott and the fight for civil rights. Alabama State Capitol: A historic building where Jefferson Davis was inaugurated as the president of the Confederacy, and where the Selma to Montgomery marches ended in 1965.

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