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kissitbttr · 2 years

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eddie and mean!cheerleader have their first fight pt.2

read part 1

a/n: definitely no interactions between the two. just more of their perspectives and thoughts on what’s going on (but mostly from eddie)

he’s losing his mind.

days without her just feels against the law but he knows he has no one to blame but himself.

for almost two weeks since they had that fight at the field, not even a phone call or a glance were exchanged. avoiding each other at school and out. he can’t sleep nor think knowing that he’s hurt the only girl he has ever cared for. even cried himself to sleep to the thought of losing her completely. it just doesn’t sit well with him.

she’s not doing so great either. he’d would spot her from across the room with sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose—to cover her red eyes and dark circles—messy bun along with a hoodie and a skirt. the colors she chose just look so depressing and it’s like he’s looking at a different person. not to mention, a hoodie? definitely not something she’d wear.

steve and robin had also informed him about her attitude. how she rarely snaps at someone and putting lip gloss during classes. which worries him because it’s one of her favorite things to do! she hasn’t even tried to confront rebecca after all that shenanigans.

he assumes she had been crying and losing her happiness because of him. and the thought just breaks him even more.

“why don’t you try to talk to her or something?” gareth speaks up, realizing that his best friend’s gaze hasn’t completely left hers,

she’s standing by the locker reading something from one of her books next to her best friend. who seems to be talking a lot and y/n can’t seem to find the fucks she could give to listen.

eddie wants nothing more than to walk up from behind and surprise her by giving kisses down her neck until she giggles. telling him to stop though knowing deep down she doesn’t want him to..

“it’s not that simple, man” he scoffs, putting away his lunch box into the locker. “she hates me. she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

“how do you know for sure? ever since the two of you had a fight, you never even tried to fix things. it’s not her fault if she shut you out. you hurt her, eddie.”

“gee, thanks for the reminder” he responds sarcastically with an eye roll. walking away from the locker with gareth trailing from behind, but not without shooting her one more glance.

he sighs to himself because how did he even manage to fuck up this bad?

“i know I shouldn’t have said all those things. fuck I didn’t know what i was thinking! i love her more than anything and it pains me to know that she’s hurt because of me.” he knock himself in the head, earning a concerned look from his best friend,

“okay now. don’t do that to yourself like that, eds.” gareth squeezes his shoulder blade. “it’s not the end of the world. just… try, okay? the boys missed having her during our campaigns. and I’m sure you missed her too.”

he does. he really, really does.

“jason’s throwing a party tonight. you coming?” one of the cheerleaders ask, punching her fork down on the depressing salad that looks like it’s not even edible,

y/n grimaces at the food before answering. “what makes you think i care about that?”

“well you know.. i just thought that you need a break or something.. for everything that has been going on.”

she hums, looking at her dead in the eye. “and what makes you think you know exactly what’s going on with my fucking life?”

the girl looks baffled, obviously taken aback by y/n’s tone. she should’ve know not to mess around with her,

“n-nothing! i mean i think-“

“don’t. nuh-uh. don’t think. don’t even try to sympathize with me.” y/n cuts her off, pointing her finger at the girl to shut her up.

the girl mutter a quick ‘sorry’ before going back to her business and chatting away with the other cheerleader. scooting a bit further to avoid her.

y/n feels like she’s going crazy if people kept doing that. it’s not like she’s dying or anything.

maybe on the inside, sure. because without eddie, her life feels so incomplete. call her corny but it’s true. her thoughts are consumed by him and she hates herself for it.

because he hurt her, bad. using her insecurity against her during a fight? a fucking low blow. she could take it if it was someone else who said it, but him? she never expected that to happen.

“babe, you do need that.” y/n’s friend maya pipes in, nudging her side. “maybe she’s right. you need to take your mind off of it for just one night. it doesn’t sound too bad”

y/n looks at her with her brows dipping in. “you’re taking pippi longstocking’s side?”

“bitch, I’m not taking anyone’s side! but i love you! and i hate to see you like this because, navy blue hoodie, really?” she looks down at her outfit. “it’s not you, babe.”

“ugh, can’t people stop commenting on that? i get it alright! but I can’t wear pink or purple if I’m not feeling it.”

“exactly!” maya exclaims, “you know how much i appreciate eddie but girl you have to stop sulking. sorry to say this but it’s quite pathetic to look at you. i cannot stand seeing you like this. come to the party with me, who knows you’ll start to feel like yourself again. even if it’s just for one night.”

“you said that” y/n replies with a cookie in her mouth. “shit this tastes so good! do you think they have it in peanut butter? might need it for protein.”

“y/n focus!” maya scolds, feeling slightly irritated at her best friend’s behavior. “please? you know booze and chips are your favorite”

she groans, throwing her head back. smacking the goey dessert down to her plate. “fine. you had me at chips. but there better be chamoy. or naan. otherwise clock me out.”

maya squeals, clapping her hands in excitement before giving her best friend a kiss on the cheek. to which she looks at her in disgust, wiping the kiss off. shooting her a ‘I’ll kill you if you do that again’ look

“you can count on me, sweetheart!”

y/n tries her best to give a convincing smile. and she wanted to not care so badly about eddie, but every now and then her eyes would wander around the halls and cafeteria. searching for that adorable and expressive boy with brown curls that made her fall in love.

she swears to herself that she wouldn’t let anyone treat her like shit anymore. even eddie advised that to her one night at the party where they first had conversation. so what changed?

was he getting sick of her? did brandon or kenneth came up to him and warn him about the crazy insecure bitch? or maybe he’s finally coming into his senses? that he needs someone who’s calm and collected. someone like chrissy cunningham or alexa berry from algebra.

it’s weird to be having this kind of feeling. she may appears to be tough and confident on the outside but most of the time, it’s solemnly for protection. no one wants to mess with you if you’re a bitch. and the best thing about that is no one will ever know if it’s real or fake.

see, she’s good at pretending and masking her insecurities. hence why she would never tell anyone her deepest secrets.

not being good enough.

and maybe that’s the truth. she’s not good enough for eddie. not good enough for brandon. because if she were then he wouldn’t have cheat on her, right?

good and healthy kind of love seem too far off for her now. maybe she will never be perfect for it.

tonight is supposed to be campaign night with the boys. dustin and the rest of the kids had prepared everything but eddie can’t seem to find the energy to do it, his heart isn’t in the right place at the moment. even if he did play, y/n is going to be on his mind during it. just like any other night.

obviously the boys prefer having their dungeon master there, and they thought about encouraging him to come despite everything that has been going on. however , one glare from eddie was all it takes to make them back away. it’s better to leave him alone.

and since they also would not appreciate the idea of postponing, eddie gave them a permission to do it without him.

he prefers to be alone right now. hiding at the comfort of his own bedroom, blasting on the mixtape y/n had given him while rolling up a joint. who would’ve thought that the jacksons 5 could make him cry like a baby?

“don’t you know… i sit around with my head hanging down and I wonder who’s lovin you…” he’s singing off key, choking on his own words when the last sentence hit,

he hopes no one is loving her like he does. as selfish as it sounds, he wants to be the only person who’s doing it. to treat her like she deserves to be treated, shower her with love and affections like no one has ever done.

but how the hell is he supposed to do that when she doesn’t even want to look at him anymore?

“well, you did it Munson. fucked up the only good thing that life has ever offered. hope you’re proud of yourself” he chuckles humorlessly, unscrewing the cap of his beer bottle before chugging it

his eyes snap towards the clock. it’s almost 1am and he curses to himself, realizing that he has been drowning himself in self pity for almost two hours, drinking and smoking alone.

maybe they’re right. all of those people who said that she’s too good for him were probably right on the money. why would he ever think that their relationship could last? she deserves to be seen with a golden boy. definitely not him.

someone like Jason Carver, Anthony Smith or Brandon.

fucking. Brandon.

as he about to crack open another beer under his bed, the sound of phone ringing from the living room suddenly startle him. he pays no mind to it and let the phone rings until it stops, because who in the right mind could be calling him at this hour? especially since it’s his house number.

no one has ever called his number in a million years. except the new divorcee that lives two trailers away.

“he really needs to stop giving numbers to women, man” eddie mutters, referring to his uncle.

few seconds after the phone dies down, it rings again. eddie screwed his eyes shut feeling slightly irritated that it had the nerve to interrupt his pity party. why can’t he just be left alone,

“alright, alright. jesus” he mutters, rising up to his feet before walking out of his room. taking long strides towards where the phone is, hand clasping around it to answer,

“Munson’s residence, how can i help you?” he holds the phone by the ear. slurring a bit over his words and burping after.

“eddie?”

his eyes widen and body stills when he recognizes who the voice belongs to. finding himself sobering up real quick as the alcohol in his systems slowly washing away.

“y/n-y/n? hi… what’s wrong, is everything okay?” his protective instincts immediately appears, detecting the tone in her voice, he assumes she’s in trouble.

he could hear the loud music over the phone. she’s probably at a party. and he doesn’t miss the sound of his girl screaming at someone to leave her alone if he doesn’t want his balls to get chopped. it almost makes him laugh, but he figures it’s not the time.

“i know I’m supposed to hate you right now but can you come pick me up please? I’m at Jason’s party and fuck, these people are scaring me. i-i think they’re doing…what my dad was doing” she trembles, frowning at the sight of kids swallowing pills and inhaling white powder.

eddie tenses. knowing exactly what she’s talking about. he nods quickly although she can’t see him, heart breaking and the worry grows after hearing how frightened she is. especially when he’s not there to protect her.

“okay, baby. just sit tight and touch nothing, all right? I’ll be there in 10 or less. i love you” he mentally slaps himself for letting the last sentence blurt out. hanging up before he gets to hear her response. embarrassment is the last thing he needs right now,

he sprints outside with keys in his hand, not bothering to write a note for his uncle since he’ll be working late. well it’s not like he’d read them anyway.

she is undoubtedly one tough woman. toughest one he has ever met. batshit crazy and unfiltered. but to be in a room where people do drugs and watch them get high off those things just bring so many bad memories revolving around her dad.

he could imagine her face right now and the anxiety seeping in being around those people. even he hates it. his brain is now filled with images of his girl being vulnerable, possibly hiding herself out from the party. that drives him to keep punching the gas, not wanting to hit the brakes. and he’s probably going over the speed limit. he doesn’t care though

eddie has never been a wreck less driver. never was and never will be, but y/n is the only thing important to him right now.

breaking this down to three parts so we can focus more on y/n and eddie trying to fix things up on the next one:)

pt 3

tagging: @littlemiss-yeehaw @lacrymosa-24 @godsfavoritegirlll

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader #eddie things #eddie munson blurbs

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chaosology · 1 year

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condensing it all into one post, here’s my…

works in progress

i’d abbreviate it to WIP but that looks too close to WAP and unfortunately i have the maturity of a 12 year old boy

this is in no specific order and it’ll be updated as they come in :) if you want to navigate thru the blog, i’ve organised it here and the masterlist is here

request # 1: barbie girl

“Can you do a follow up from chills where Sam does actually wear the barbie hoodie to a training or something?”

request # 2

“cannot stop thinking about sam x popstar reader and having cheesy ass love songs written about her like taylor swift’s reputation and lover albums omggg like imagine sam blushing in the crowd while reader sings to her during her concert i’m literally going insane”

request # 3

"lol what about having to fly with sam? she said it’s like her worst fear. or her getting scared"

lurking p3

social media fic with actress!reader

request # 4

“could you write one where Sam plays through a game but she’s sick? and she’s really struggling so the reader is like super worried?”

request # 5

“writing for this prompt (when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine) with Sam Kerr (((:”

request # 6

“i was wondering if you would want to write something with sam kerr and the reader and like they have kids and they watch sam play soccer and cheer her on or something?”

request # 7

“could you write a sam kerr fic where the reader got REALLY badly injured and trampled on in the World Cup and she’s got a bad fear of blood, so when she sees that she’s bleeding she faints on the pitch and sam immediately runs over to her (u can write the rest)”

request # 8

“Could you do one when where Sam an reader are going with Ivf an reader has a miscarriage and then later she gets pregnant if you can’t that’s fine love your writing”

request # 9

“Ok so ik that I've already sent you a prompt but I just had the BEST idea. Close your eyes and imagine this: last 10 minutes of the final, you get subbed on, and the score is 1 all, you are awarded a penalty, after final whistle bc sUsPeNsE. You aim for the goal, line it up perfectly and score, the final goal, winning the match. (Sam x reader bc why not)”

request # 10

"have u considered the other height difference option… i am a 5’11 girlie and i find sam’s aerial shenanigans hilarious like. 😮‍💨 girl doing all that jumping just to get to wendie renard’s normal height.. if you were taller you’d be jumping 10 feet easily but alas. anyway um. consider this a prompt for a taller gf height difference (no pressure obv!! just an idea if u felt like it lol)"

request # 11

"Heyyy could I request a sam kerr x reader where the reader is prone to like anxiety and during a match they struggle to breathe because of anxiety and the stress of the game and Sam like takes notice and tells the ref and helps them calm down. 👍😊"

request # 12

"it’s just off the back of your “bad idea right” one shot (fan btw)- just cause i’m soft asl, could we have a follow up please where it’s maybe the morning after or even later and sam is being a bit cocky/teasing/flirty and suddenly reader gets genuinely upset bc it feels like this will never end and they’ll never get over sam and sam doesn’t feel the same way. and sam immediately snaps out of it and it becomes all soft and vulnerable and hopefully happy ending?"

request # 13

"oh shiz i need like a straight mans trying to flirt with reader at like a game or an event and sam just coming up and mans is shook"

request # 14

"what about a proposal? would she do it at a game or like would the other tillies get involved? also like wedding vibes? xx"

request # 15

"ok but what about sam dating a preschool/primary school teacher? like idk but like i just thought it"

benched pt 2

"Part 2 of benched where reader goes into labor and Sam is running around like a headless chicken"

#wip #works in progress #upcoming

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bottle-o-wonder · 2 months

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The Office Pt.2

Jeff looks disturbed, as I now lay on the grass, dog licking my face.

"He likes you." He says with a frown as he continues, "He doesn't like anyone, or me for that matter."

Jeff let a long sigh escape his lips. "I don't see why you're so special, are you even one of us?"

"I can assure you, I'm one of you, wouldn't be here if I wasn't, trust me," I say while giving his strange-looking dog belly rubs. Jeff looks at me strangely, then back to his dog.

"Well, you helped me find Smile, so I suppose I need to help you," He starts as he reaches into his hoodie pocket. "Hit me up when you need help."

"Wait what about getting me to the office?" I take the slip of paper containing his number.

" 'Whether or not' remember? In this case, I don't think I will help you, later kid!" He takes off, leaving me in the courtyard.

Walking back inside, I take inventory. Two phone numbers, my phone, the letter of acceptance, my bags, and my self-defense kit. I don't know why I bothered; I won't need it if I can't get to the office. All my work and effort getting here would be wasted.

I check the time. It doesn't even matter at this point, BEN said everyone would be in their dorms for orientation week. I was supposed to get here earlier but I had problems with transportation, so the headmaster pardoned my absence from the orientation meeting. Back to my search for the office.

Walking down a different corridor than the first I take my time learning all the classrooms and doors. I don't want to get lost once I get my schedule. I open a large pair of grand doors and enter what looks to be a gym of sorts. Over on the bleachers, I see a couple of kids, some of whom look familiar. I see BEN on the bleachers with another kid who didn't have any limbs. Jeff, a guy in a blue mask, and a guy wearing a white mask were playing basketball.

Staying on my side of the gym, I take out my phone and unlock it. BEN's contact was already on my phone, so I decided to text him first.

'Hey BEN, this is MC'

I pressed send and waited for a reaction while looking at him. He was showing his friend something on his phone when my text came in. I watched as he typed a reply. A sudden chill breezed against my neck, probably from the AC.

'Hey MC, did you find the office?'

'Look up >:('

He lifted his head and immediately put it down in shame after meeting my eyes. Warmer air grazed my neck but I brushed it off.

'I see you didn't find it?'

'No thanks to you or Jeff'

'You met Jeff?'

'Yeah and he wasn't much help, I had to help him find his dog.'

'Oh did he bite you?'

'He likes me'

'Jeff or the dog?'

'Both? Either way, I got to pet the dog.'

'What! No fair!'

I look up at the bleachers and see BEN and his limbless friend throwing a fit, giggling to myself. Putting my phone away I noticed Jeff and his friends had stopped playing basketball and were talking to each other on the sidelines. They seem to be talking about me because Jeff points over in my direction and the others look. Whelp, time to go.

I turn and head out of the gym doors, voices calling out behind me. I don't want to be caught up in any more time-wasting shenanigans. I need to get to the office. Or the dorms. Or the...

I come to a stop in the middle of a staircase and take a seat. I don't even know where I'm supposed to be going anymore, and everyone I've run into has been no help. I came so far to get lost in this huge building. Resting my head in my hands, I think to myself. If I can't find a student that will help me, maybe I can find a teacher. Or a janitor maybe? Either is fine as long as I do it now, I can hear the boys getting closer.

Running down the hallway, I look through as many classroom doors and windows as I can, trying to find an adult. Soon enough, I run into an old theatre with a tall man shouting instructions to nobody.

"Excuse me?" I say stepping closer.

"Why yes? What can I help you with?" The figure turns around and I am met with a pair of glasses. That's it, no face just glasses.

"Oh um, I'm looking for the office, my name is MC Lastname. The Dean said I could miss orientation because I had issues getting here. Do you know how to get there?"

"Oh, you're that new student my brother was talking about. Well, my name Is Mr. Trender, and I would be happy to guide you to the office. Would you like a tour or a map as well?"

"Yes please, that would be nice thank you." Finally, someone will help me. He extends his arm and I take it, and we walk into the hallway. "I've been here for hours and no one has been of any help to me."

"The students here do as they please, like they have no sense of reason." He guides me down stairwells and hallways, multiple different rooms and lounge areas, the dorms and extracurricular spaces and finally, we are met with a pair of dark doors.

"Here we are, my brother's office, as you requested. Good luck." I thank him and he walks away, towards what I think to be the planeterium. I turned my attention back to the office. Taking a deep breath I knock three times.

"Come in." Came a deep voice, What startled me was that it didn't sound like it came from the office on the other side of these doors, but instead from the back of my head, in my thoughts. I open the door and poke my head in.

"Hello? Sir? Um, my name is MC Lastname, I apologize for being late. I wa-"

"My brother already informed me about how unhelpful my students were in aiding your journey here. Come now, we have a lot to discuss."

How? His brother hadn't said anything when we reached the doors to him. And where is his voice coming from?

"Come now child, sit."

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sdktrs12 · 4 years

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( Day 1 ) ( Day 2 ) ( Day 3 ) ( Day 4 ) ( Day 5 )

“Can’t see shit in this.” Rio mutters underneath his breath and Beth barely bites back an ‘I told you so’.

As soon as they’d stepped foot outside of the warehouse, she’d suggested waiting out the heavy fog and cold mist that had rolled through while they were in their meeting, but he’d immediately shut her down, anxious to leave, the meeting having soured his mood.

Now they’re out in the middle of nowhere with almost no visibility in either direction and she’s damp, cold, and irritated. Even with the heat cranked up all the way her whole body jerks as a chill runs through her and Rio’s grip on the wheel tightens as he glances over.

“Hoodie’s in the back.” He points out and—yeah, she knows, seeing as how she’s the reason it’s there to begin with.

He hadn’t taken it with him when he’d left her that night in the backyard and she may or may not have been wearing it still as she’d slipped into bed once he was gone.

When he’d popped by her house to drop this meeting on her, she’d made sure to grab it on her way out, worried if she didn’t return it now, she might just keep it forever.

He’d thrown it in the back of the car without a word as soon as she’d handed it over and she’d almost just snatched it right back, because rude.

But she doesn’t want it again, had given it back to get it away from her, but here he was offering it up yet again.

“I’m fine.” She says, rubbing her hands over her exposed arms, because of course the one day she decides not to wear long sleeves...

“I could’ve dressed more appropriately if you’d given me a little warning.” She sniffs, lifting her chin, defiant and she hears him sigh.

She glances at him out of the corner of her eye and she sees him lean forward a little, squinting hard out the windshield and god, the urge to say it—

“Don’t.” It’s short, clipped, his voice rough with annoyance and she flushes as she drops her chin, narrowing her eyes, really wanting to say it now just to spite him.

“Just...put the damn hoodie on.” He shifts in his seat, shoulders rolling back as he flexes his fingers against the steering wheel, and she can feel the speed of the car adjusting as he slows down.

She weighs the pros and cons of starting a fight with him out in the middle of nowhere in a car that he’s currently driving in less than ideal conditions.

Beth lets out a loud sigh as she unbuckles her seat belt and reaches into the back and she swears she sees him smile.

She jerks the hoodie out between the seats, smacking him in the face with one of the sleeves and his jaw rocks as he glares at her.

“Oops.” She says sweetly, pointedly not apologizing and he opens his mouth to say god knows what, but something darts out across the road in front of them, something very large and very quick, and Beth gasps as Rio curses and slams on the brakes.

Her hands automatically fly out in front of her to brace herself as she’s thrown forward, but one of them is still tangled up in the hoodie and it skids off the dash right before her forehead smacks against it, hard enough that she sees stars, and then she feels Rio’s arm come out to wrap around her waist and yank her back.

They’re both breathing heavily, slumped back in their seats, and Beth brings her hand up to tentatively prod at her temple, wincing as a sharp pain shoots through her head, registering a wet stickiness there before she pulls her hand away and sees blood.

She glances over at Rio, who’s watching her warily, and his eyes dart out the windows, taking everything in before carefully maneuvering the car as far off the road as possible before throwing it in park and wordlessly getting out of the car.

She briefly wonders if he’s planning on just leaving her here with a head injury as payback for smacking him in the face with his own hoodie (maybe hoping whatever it was that jumped out in front of the car will circle back around and finish her off) but then she catches sight of him in the rearview mirror just as he pops the trunk.

Beth slowly opens her door and swings her legs out, shoes slipping against wet gravel as she closes her eyes against the slight drizzle and she’s just about to push herself up and out of the car when she feels Rio’s hand nudge her knee.

She blinks her eyes open and is forced to tilt her head back slightly to look up at him because he’s towering over her, which again—rude.

“Thought you were going to leave me.” She grouses and he huffs out a laugh as he holds up what looks to be a first aid kit for her to see.

“You okay?” He asks, eyes roaming over her face and she nods, wincing a little at the pain that causes and he frowns.

He ducks his head down, hand coming up to push up on her chin, tilting her head back even further to see her forehead better in the overhead light. His fingers leave her chin to slide up into her hair, gently pushing it back to tuck behind her ear and out of the way.

“Told you so.” She finally manages to whisper and he bites back a smile.

“Yeah, I think you’ll live.” He murmurs, face so close she can see the teeny tiny bits of moisture from the air clinging to his eyelashes and she can’t help but think that all she’d have to do to bridge that gap is lean up just the slightest bit...reach her hand around to slide over the back of his neck and pull him down just the slightest bit...brush her lips up against his...

But he’s moving away, placing the first aid kit in her lap as he crouches down in front of her and she watches silently as he unpacks a few things—alcohol wipes, antiseptic cream and a band aid.

Then he’s popping back up and getting to work on the cut on her forehead and Beth sighs. “What was that thing anyway?”

“I got no idea. Looked like a fuckin’ moose or somethin’.”

Beth scoffs and rolls her eyes. “We don’t have moose in Detroit. It was probably just a giant deer.”

“You ask questions just to argue?”

She pauses, considering. “Maybe.”

He laughs and nods his head and she grins and it hurts a lot less to move her face this time.

Rio finishes up, carefully placing the band aid over the cut, gently pressing it against her skin, and then takes the first aid kit from her lap and returns it to the trunk of the car.

He makes one more stop at her side of the car, reaching in to grab the hoodie and wrap it around her shoulders once more before tucking her back into her seat and closing her door.

The fog has mostly dissipated by the time they finally make it back to her house.

When she goes to shrug his hoodie off, he stops her with a hand to her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as he tells her to keep it.

#Hoodie shenanigans pt.2 #is there a point/plot to these ficlets?#NOPE #they just make me happy #Hauntober #Prompts #Hauntober Prompts #fanfiction #writing #brio #ficlet

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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drabbles (kny)

❌: 18+NSFW

🌟: author’s favorite

🖤: angst/hurt

🥺: comfort

💗: fluff/fun

🤒: sick

MILESTONE 5.0

MILESTONE 15.0

Agatsuma Zenitsu

mornings 💗 CW: none

Enmu

stays 🥺 CW: canonical violence

you can multi task, can’t you? 🥺 CW: none

Hashibira Inosuke

along the way 💗 CW: death content

five minutes ❌ CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader

sorry 🖤💗 CW: canonical violence, explicit language

Himejima Gyomei

nurture ❌ CW: 18+NSFW, cream!pie, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral

Iguro Obanai

not just tired 🥺 CW: self harm references, traumatic references

play pretend? (i’d rather love you as you are) 🥺 CW: traumatic references

your past/our future 🥺 CW: anxiety/panic disorder, traumatic references

Im Changkyun

god damn 🌟🥺 CW: Fem!Reader, implied body insecurity

Kamado Tanjirou

amid the bittersweet 🥺 CW: anxiety/panic disorder, PTSD

goodbye/stay 🖤 CW: explicit Reader death

home away from home (what rises from our ashes) 🖤💗 CW: traumatic references

i hear your heart, feel your soul, see your body; i love you 🥺 CW: implied body insecurity

my person 🌟🥺 CW: anxiety/panic disorder, explicit language, traumatic references

tissues, a hoodie, and a hug (alternatively: remedies for a broken heart) 🥺 CW: platonic

when the rose glass cracks 🖤 CW: alcoholism, traumatic references

yellow 🖤🥺 CW: implied OC death

Kanroji Mitsuri

i get very invested (alternatively: face sitting) ❌ CW: 18+NSFW, Fem!Reader, oral

(just) let me 🥺 CW: explicit language

Rengoku Kyojuro

a cheerful farewell 🥺 CW: none

achoo! 🤒 CW: dark humor, implied death

after party ❌ CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral

am i still teasing you? ❌ CW: 18+NSFW, ass!play, Fem!Reader

cling to me clinging to you 🥺 CW: anxiety/panic disorder, traumatic references

groceries 💗 CW: none

home at last (home is wherever you are) 💗 CW: mild sexual content

i need you 🥺 CW: anxiety/panic disorder

in the footnotes of the heart 💗 CW: none

if the world ceased to spin, my dearest, then i would spin you myself 🥺 CW: none

kyojuro comforts you after your pet dies 🖤🥺 CW: implied pet death

let me 🥺 CW: traumatic references

losing me 🥺 CW: explicit language

me too (i love you) 💗 CW: explicit language

nowhere is somewhere whenever i’m with you 🖤💗 CW: none

pms !! pt 3 🥺 CW: period content

praise ❌ CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral

safe 🥺 CW: autism, platonic

surprise! 💗 CW: none

they’re-both-so-helpless 💗 CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

umai ❌ CW: 18+NSFW, Fem!Reader, oral

walrus-y 💗 CW: none

what makes us family 🥺 CW: Male!Reader

what the future holds (i’ll always hold you) 🥺 CW: anxiety/panic disorder, traumatic references

writer’s block 💗 CW: none

Rengoku Senjuro

anytime cuddles 🥺 CW: none

Shinazugawa Genya

his towel 🥺 CW: none

welcome home, my love 💗 CW: traumatic references

Shinazugawa Sanemi

as if 🥺 CW: alcohol

get up 💗 CW: none

how to swim 🥺 CW: explicit language, familial, Male!Reader

hungry ❌ CW: 18+NSFW, cream!pie, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral

later 🥺 CW: death content, explicit language

let me feel this with you 🖤🥺 CW: death content

morning voice ❌ CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader

sunday shenanigans 💗 CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

thanks (i love you) 💗 CW: alcohol

“the world” 💗 CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

this morning 💗 CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

you matter most 🥺 CW: explicit language, sexual harassment

Tokito Muichiro

growing pains 💗 CW: none

pms !! pt 1 🥺 CW: Fem!Reader, period content

Tomioka Giyuu

fearless 💗 CW: mild sexual content

forever sounds good to me 💗 CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

just a little 💗 CW: none

melt each other’s sorrow/hold each other’s quiet 🥺 CW: traumatic references

pms !! pt 2 🥺 CW: period content

skin 🥺 CW: none

through thick and thin 🌟🖤💗 CW: PTSD

when in doubt; say that you love me 🥺 CW: explicit language

when the war is over; will our ghosts dance together, or will we ourselves dance hand in hand 🌟🥺 CW: canonical violence, death content, depression, implied self harm, PTSD, traumatic references

Uzui Tengen

a little loving, and look how tall you’ll grow (look how beautiful) 🥺 CW: body insecurity, explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

pastries 💗 CW: dark humor, implied OC death, traumatic references

#masterlist #drabble #kny #demon slayer

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Learning to Love (Preath x Adopted Teen!Reader)

Request: could you do something where christen and Tobin adopt teenage r whose been through a lot and shows her how to accept love or something fluffy and angsty like that

Pt 2

Author’s Note: So this was really difficult for me to write for some reason. it’s also super long, but I wanted to include several learning moments. I’m going to put a warning on this for mentions of abuse, but nothing graphic. I hope you enjoy this! Send me Requests, Questions, or if you just wanna say Hi! Let me know what you think, your comments mean the world to me.

You woke with a start, a cold sweat covering your entire body, your breathing heavy, and your brain trying to remember where you were. You clutched at the old hoodie you were wearing, pulling the collar to your nose and breathing in Tobin’s soothing scent.

You had stolen the Thorns sweater awhile ago and never given it back. You found comfort in one of the several items that had become your own the 8 months that you had been with the women.

You had immediately clicked with Tobin. Her overall laid back demeanor had set you at ease. Your mutual love of art always gave you talking points, whenever you actually felt like talking. But she never pushed, she was just as comfortable in silence as she was when you were conversing about art.

It had taken you a little longer to become comfortable around Christen. She was the observant one. The one who always knew when you weren’t telling them the whole truth. The one who always pressed you to explain why you felt the way that you did, and at first that had unnerved you. She wasn’t pushy, but she had a way of getting you to open up that terrified you.

You were like Tobin in the fact that you were never very good with words. You didn’t know how to articulate your feelings verbally, and the more… positive emotions confused you. Your parents had both been drug addicts, more interested in their respective highs than your actual wellbeing, or teaching you what affection was. You had only been removed from the home after your mother had tried to sell you to an undercover cop in exchange for drugs. You had spent the next 10 years bouncing around through the foster system, with each home only building on the scars that the last had left behind.

Then by some miracle, you had met Christen and Tobin, who seemed determined to teach you about the happier emotions. The emotions that you didn’t understand. Hell, you had nearly jumped out of your skin the first time one of them tried to touch you. The going was slow, but it wasn’t in their nature to give up.

You glanced at the clock, sighing at the blinking 4:40 that you found there. It was too early to be up, but you didn’t know if you could go back to sleep after your dream (memory?). You sighed, sliding out of bed and heading for the one room in the apartment that you knew could help you. The room that both women had made sure you knew was open 24/7 the moment they found out about your propensity for art.

You were so engrossed in your project that you didn’t hear the door to Tobin’s studio open. She looked you over from the door, watching as you traced one of her canvases with a dark charcoal color. The painting before you was striking. A perfect rendition of a man's face over a cowering form. The only happy portion of the canvass was a warm red in the distance.

“Hey kid, what ya up to?” She asked quietly, don’t her best not to startle you. You jumped anyway, dropping the paintbrush with a loud crash.

“I’m sorry I- I-I didn’t…” you stuttered turning to face her, your cheeks very red. She held up a hand to stop you. She wanted to say that this response was unusual, but it wasn’t. Your go-to was to immediately apologize for whatever.

“Slow down kid, we told you that you could use this room whenever you wanted,” She soothed, moving to stand beside you and rubbing soothing circles on your back. Your shoulders relaxed, and your gaze returned to your masterpiece.

“Okay,” You breathed out.

“It’s really good,” She said in awe, taking in the detail of the piece. Your lips twitched up slightly, and Tobin was glad you didn’t try and fight her on it. You weren’t used to complements without strings, and they were still teaching you to accept them.

“Thanks, I couldn’t get it out of my head,” You mumbled, biting your lip, shaking your head slightly. You ran a hand through your hair, and Tobin resisted the urge to laugh when a red paint line followed the path of your hand.

“Nightmare?” She questioned as casually as she could. Yes, she had read your file, but she wanted to hear about your experiences from you when you were ready. So far the only thing you had told them was that the man you kept drawing was father number 4.

“Mmm,” You hummed back, tilting your head to the side.

“You know you can always come to get me or Chris if you’re too scared to go back to sleep,” Tobin asked for what probably was the millionth time. You gave her a slight nod. People always said that but the moment you started asking for things, the moment you became more work than what you were worth, they would throw you away.

There was a beat of silence between the two of you, and you felt the urge to finally tell her more about the painting. About why he was always so much bigger than you. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to find the right words. Tobin shot you an encouraging smile.

“Hey, you two breakfast-“Christen’s voice called out before you could divulge any secretes, before cutting itself off “whoa baby this is fantastic,” She said the second she saw the painting.

You pulled your lips into a tight line and nodded your thanks, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug. You buried your face in her shoulder, taking in gulps of her scent, allowing it to soothe you. She wound her arms tighter around you, running careful fingers through your hair.

You had taken a long time to warm up to her, but you loved her cuddles, and this was a typical good morning gesture after a hard night.

“Can I ask you a question?” Christen questioned softly, her and Tobin’s hands running circles on you back.

“Hmmm,” was your only response to her, not willing to leave your new favorite hiding spot yet.

“You’ve told us about this part, but what’s this?” She asked, pointing to the bright spot that was a new addition to the image the women had become very familiar with. You had known this part was coming. It was part of your therapy, to explain some parts of the painting to them. It was difficult, but in the end, it helped. It made everything a little less scary.

You but your lip in thought. Truth be told, you weren’t sure what the bright light was.

“It’s-, I’m always trying to get to it. I know that whatever’s behind the door is… safe? That’s not the word, it’s more than that it’s… I don’t know how to explain it,” you stuttered out, furrowing your eyebrows in concentration. You were good at naming the negative emotions, but oftentimes the happy ones evaded you.“I don’t know what’s behind it, only that I need it,”

“That’s ok baby, wanna come eat some pancakes?” Christen sent you a blinding smile, and Tobin Laughed as your face lit up. You loved pancakes.

“Can I finish it?” You asked hesitantly. You hated leaving things half-done.

“Yeah baby, come find us when you’re done,” Tobin nodded, patting your back before they both took their leave.

You watched them go. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you knew they cared for you in a way you had never experienced before.

****

Camp was an… experience, and meeting so many new people was frightening, but Tobin and Christen had kept their promise to always protect you. The team had been understanding about your aversion to touch and never pressured you to join in their shenanigans. They also gave you more people to draw.

You sighed leaning back against the bench that was acting as your backrest, pulling your knees closer to your chest and digging your feet into the grass of the practice field. You rested the black sketchbook that had always been your companion on your knees, bringing it closer to your face. You held your pencil between your teeth, your eyes flicking between the fine lines sketched on the page and the two women who were depicted. You were sure that the realistic picture was almost done, but something was missing. Something you couldn’t put your finger on.

“What ya go there kiddo,” Christen asked, stopping several feet away from you and gesturing to the space beside you. You sent her a careful nod, and she sat down a few feet away from you on the turf.

That was one thing that you appreciated about the women, they always came down to your level to make you feel more comfortable.

“It’s Becky and Alyssa, but something’s not right,” You mumbled, scooting closer to the woman, who smiled softly at you.

“I’m not a sketch artist, but I could check it out if you want,” She offered, bringing her hand up to rub your back. Her smile widened when you didn’t immediately flinch away at the contact.

It was a slow process, but little by little they were showing you how nice human touch could be. You loved morning cuddles, but you only liked touches that you initiated. You bit your lip in thought and sent the woman a very tiny nod, before carefully sliding over the book. A small gasp left her lips when eyes landed in the pencil sketch.

“This is incredible,” Christen said in awe, her fingers running lightly over the near-perfect replicas of her teammates. You shrugged, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Something’s missing, but I don’t know what. Like it doesn’t feel right,” You murmured, glaring at the sketch in frustration. The picture was missing the key element that would make it come to life on the page. You didn’t know what it was, so how could you add it?

Christen glanced up at you. You rested your chin on your knees, hugging your legs, knowing that there would be no way of completely getting out of this conversation. You didn’t typically bring up your feelings, and Christen wasn’t one to let that go.

“Why doesn’t it feel right?” She questioned softly, bringing her hand up to gently smooth out the wrinkles in your forehead, and run her thumb down your cheek. You sighed and tilted your head into her hand just slightly.

“It’s just…” you stuttered, trying to find the words to describe the women. It wasn’t just one thing. It was how their bodies always seemed connected, even from across the field. How their eyes always seemed to be on each other. How they touched each other with such care. “The way they’re so… drawn to each other.” You finished after a few seconds, shaking your head. It was so much more than that. It was an extremely deep connection that went beyond simple care. “I don’t understand how…” You trailed off, pinching your space between your eyes.

Your sketch was missing the connection between the two. The ease they clearly felt with each other. The amount they… cared.

“They love each other,” Christen responded gently, watching your reaction very carefully. Your lips formed an even tighter line. Your childhood had shown you that love didn’t exist, but the thing between the women was so defined. So alive and vivid. Could it be love?

“Hmm,” you hummed, pulling the book back towards you, scratching behind your ear. Maybe it was love.

Tobin watched you from afar, her lips quirking up at how well you were doing with Chris.

“She’s a little shy, but she seems to be doing ok with all of us,” Ash mumbled, standing beside her and watching your interaction.

“Kid has had it rough,” Tobin husked out. How someone could treat a child the way you were treated, she would never understand. Hell, you had been removed from one of the foster homes for suspected poisoning, and you were petrified to eat anything you didn’t open yourself. Your file was as almost as tall as a toddler, and she wondered how you had slipped through the system for so long.

“We don’t doubt that,” Ali said gently, rubbing Tobin’s shoulder in a soothing fashions

“She seems pretty close to Chris though,” Ashlyn smiled when you leaned into Christen’s hand, the comfort you took from the contact obvious from the look on your face.

“Sometimes,” Tobin shrugged. It was odd. There were moments where you were completely open with them, and then two seconds later you would throw all your wall up again.

“She draws a lot,” Kelley pointed out, joining the three women in their observation of you.

“It’s the only way she knows how to express herself,” Tobin hummed shrugging.

“That’s not surprising,” Kelley said, and all the women turned to look at her.

“she was probably punished for showing any emotions at all,” Ash added with a thoughtful look on her face, and Tobin nodded. She had seen the scars, both physical and mental. Though you hadn’t unpacked them all with them, it would be impossible to hide the marks that would be with you for the rest of your life. It was also something your therapist had told them both in the beginning.

“All I know is that it gives us a way to start that conversation without making her too uncomfortable” Tobin shrugged. It was true, you wouldn’t tell them what was bothering you until it was drawn on a page. It was your process and that was ok. They were showing you that feelings were ok. “She’s come a hell of a long way,”

****

Your eyes traced the faces sketched upon the page, your eyebrows furrowing because there was something yet again missing. Your dinner sat untouched on the plate in front of you, as you were far too focused on your drawing of the two blond women.

You felt the presence behind you before you saw her, and you didn’t mind. Yes, Emily was a little hyper, but she was funny and sweet, and you had known her and Lindsey longer than you had known most of the other women. You had gotten to know them on the many times you had accompanied you m-. Tobin. The many times you had accompanied Tobin to practice. The same went for Kelley.

“Holy shit! Tobs was right, you do have some skill!” She exclaimed, placing two hands on your shoulders. You jumped at the contact, squeezing your eyes shut, dropping your sketchbook on the table with a thump. The noise lost in the general chatter in the room (though Tobin and Christen did send you a worried look from where they were talking with Alex and Kelley.)

“Disonny, remember we had this talk?” Lindsey said as she appeared on your other side, sending Emily a disdainful look. The women knew that you didn’t like surprise touches, it was one of the many rules that Tobin and Chris had given them.

“Oh, right. Sorry kid. But like that drawing is fire,” Emily jumped back quickly, sending you a regretful look. She pointed to the chairs next to you, and you nodded with a small smile.

“It’s not right…” You murmured, returning your attention to the drawing, biting your lip.

“What do you mean, it looks just like us?” Lindsey asked, leaning forward to get a better look at the picture of her and Emily. You had drawn it during the tactics meeting. There was just something about the way Lindsey’s hand was placed in Emily’s back, and how Emily was watching her instead of Vlatko that had been irresistible to you.

“It’s missing something,” You grumbled shaking your head. You missed the glance that the two women shared. They knew that Chris and Tobin were trying to teach you to open up about your feelings.

“Like what?” Lindsey asked carefully. Placing a gentle hand on your back and rubbing soothing circles like she had seen Christen do about a million times.

“It’s something about the eyes. They get this glint when you look at each other,” You said, turning to the two women. Your hands moved animatedly as you tried to explain the thing that you knew was missing. The thing that you didn’t have a name for, but you could see clear as day. The thing that you just couldn’t capture on paper.

“It’s because we love each other,” Emily explained as gently as she could, and you tensed. As far as you were concerned, love was a myth. A thing people used to give others hope or to justify their despicable actions. Dads 3 and 9 had proved that to you with their twisted definitions, and all of the families that had packed you up and shipped you off had destroyed any understanding of the concept. To think that someone would have such a deep level of care for another, only expecting the same in return was mind-boggling to you.

“Love doesn’t exist,” You huffed, turning away from Emily’s kind eyes, and running a frustrated hand through your hair. The women resisted the urge to sigh. This wasn’t an uncommon occupancy, but your absolute denial was still a little disheartening, as everyone was doing their damndest to show you differently.

“You’re allowed to feel that way, but I’m going to disagree with you,” Lindsey murmured, carefully untangling your hand from your hair and holding it in her own. You tended to take out your frustrations on yourself. A habit, among many others, that the women were working to break.

“How do you know you love her and not something else?” You questioned, staring at the two women. The let your challenging tone roll off of them. They knew you had some deep-seated beliefs and that it took time to change them.

“I care for Lindsey so deeply that I would do anything for her,” Emily started, grabbing her girlfriends hand and looking at her with so much devotion it almost took your breath away.

“I always want to be around Emily. I want to protect her and make her feel better when she’s sad,” Lindsey finished, an equally adoring glint in her eyes. What you would give to be able to capture those looks perfectly on paper. Do be able to do that look justice.

“I don’t, I just-,” You stuttered, your eyebrows furrowing. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to figure out what you were trying to say. Tobin and Christen were always trying to make you feel welcome to make you feel better. Could that be what they meant? “She makes you feel safe?” You asked hesitantly.

“The safest I’ve ever felt,” Lindsey said solemnly, and Emily nodded her agreement. You glanced over to the table where Christen was sending you a questioning smile. You smiled back.

Lindsey and Emily shared another look, realizing that your doubts about love had nothing to do with them, but were instead about how you were feeling about your moms.

“That’s how they make me feel,” You mumbled, looking down, almost ashamed. Tobin and Christen had done nothing but try and get you to open up to them. To make you feel safe and comfortable, and you couldn’t get a grip and call them Mom or tell them that you cared about (loved?) them.

“For the record, they have the same glint when they look at you,” Lindsey whispered into your ear, pulling you into a hug. You gave her a tiny, not quite believing nod. You wanted to believe her, but how could anyone love a messed up 13-year-old like you?

****

You woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in your hotel room bed. Your heart was racing so fast that you thought it might beat right out of your chest. You clenched your eyes shut in an attempt to rid the images out of your mind. To rid the smell of his breath, that evil glint in his eyes, or the pain he had inflicted on your lower half from your brain.

“Hey baby doll, you alright?” Tobin’s sleepy voice broke you out of your spiraling thoughts, and you bit down hard on your hand to prevent the sob from leaving your lips.

“Hey, Y/n are you alright?” She said, flipping on the light, which startled Christen awake. They both took in your shaking form. Your face was pale, and you were rocking back and forth in the bed. You stared unseeingly at them, almost as though you were in a different world.

The two women immediately jumped into action, Tobin rushing to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom, and Christen slowly moving to sit beside you on your bed. Her hand came up to gently run circles on your back.

“Y/n, baby,” She murmured, afraid that she would startle you more than you already were. Your eyes snapped to her and you shook your head rapidly, tears flowing freely down your face. You leaned further into her touch, collapsing in her arms. She pulled you closer to her, rocking you back and forth as you sobbed into her chest. Tobin ran a comforting hand through your hair when she returned, unwilling to coax you out of your hiding spot in her wife’s chest.

She held you tight as if to reassure you that she was there, and she was never leaving. She and Tobin shared several worried looks, unsure of how to proceed. It was rare that you showed them any emotions besides happiness and frustration. They knew you had nightmares, but they had never been involved in the aftermath of one before.

They half you between them, cooing soothing words and reassurances into your hair until your crying slowed.

“Hey, baby can you look up at me?” Tobin asked softly, running the warm cloth over your features when you glanced up at her. You sighed into the touch, unused to the warm feeling that settled in your chest.

“Can you tell us what’s going on?” Christen murmured into your hair, never stopping her comforting rubbing on your back or her rocking back and forth. You rapidly shook your head, returning to your hiding place. You knew that they had read your file before they adopted you, but reading a second-hand account of events and hearing it were two very different things.

“Why not baby? It might help to get it off your chest,” Tobin pressed just a little, and she saw your shoulders deflate.

“You won’t want me anymore,” You said so quietly into Christen’s shoulder that it was almost inaudible. The women gasped.

“We will never not want you Kid” Tobin declared firmly, as Christen’s rocking picked up to ebb the tears that had started to flow again.

A choked “Why?” left your lips, muffled by the soft material of Christen’s shirt, and you felt both women tense. You had been to hell and back, and you just couldn’t understand why the women hadn’t given up on you yet. Perhaps it was their competitive nature. Always wanting to overcome every challenge they face. But perhaps it was something else, the little voice in the back of your brain said.

“Because we love you,” Christen whispered into your ear, and your tears increased.

“You’re an amazing kid, and you bring so much light to our lives, despite all of the shit that you’ve been through,” Tobin added, wrapping her arms around both of you. You sighed into their touch.

“Will you stay with me?” You whimpered softly. They made you feel safe, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep without them.

“Always kiddo,” Tobin hummed, pulling the covers back and allowing Chris to maneuver you had her underneath them before joining you. You sighed deeply, relaxing at the feeling of both of them. You felt so safe, so protected between them. You felt… something so much greater than care. Something that you had been avoiding.

As you drifted off you released a soft “love you mom and mama,”. You missed the shit-eating grins that took over both women’s faces, as they had been waiting for this moment for 8 months. The moment where you would finally accept their love, accept their invitation into their family. But you did catch the soft “love you too baby,” that came from both women.

Things weren’t perfect, but they were heading that way. Sure, it would be a challenge, but they would never give up on you. You were theirs and they were yours forever and always.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #preath x reader #preath imagine

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here-be-a-dragon · 4 years

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The Old Guard Fic Recs: Immortal Found Family

See also: (Immortal Husbands Meeting Fics) (Historical Shenanigans Fics) (Nile-Centric) (AU’s Pt 1) (AU’s pt 2) (Immortal Husbands)

5,472,730,538 Possibilities ,by Fangirlshrewt97

He reached for his pocket and pulled out a pen, tossing it to Nile. “Why not do it now?”

“It doesn’t- It’s not the same.” Nile argued, biting her lip.

“But you want to do it no? So do it.” Nicky said, gesturing to the paper.

Was it really so easy? She put the pen to the paper but stopped. “Yeah no, it feels weird to do it alone.”

Nicky hummed, sitting back up in his chair, leaning on his elbows in the table. “I’ll do it with you then.”

Basically, Nile comes across something that makes her think of home, Nicky sees this, and tries his best to help her not feel as lonely. And is also a little bit of a shit about it.

Artifacts, by praycambrian

“When Andy does this, it is love,” Nicky says. “What you do is love also. Don’t stop, if you can help it.”

Ongoing collection of loosely connected snippets pre-, during, and post-canon.

you are so golden, by softestark

Nile discovers that she and Nicky have something in common. They both like to comment films aloud while they are watching them. She also discovers that Joe isn’t the only one who knows how to deliver a speech.

full fathom five, by kiaronna

“I could kill a soldier in twenty different ways with a few strands of hair,” Andy says, but the menacing factor is toned down by the way she’s splotched with bright neon rainbow.

“But not me,” Nile says.

“You’re too short for one of them to work,” Andy acknowledges, and then: “give me the gun.” Nile gives her a gun, which is promptly fired at her chest. Teal blooms over her vest. “The real gun, Nile. I am not a child.”

“But then you’ll shoot us for real,” says Nicky patiently.

“My love, I think that’s an unfair reality we have to get accustomed to,” Joe says, dropping from a hole in the roof and shooting three paintballs, none of which find their mark.

Or: Andy reprograms thousands of years of combat by beating her found family to a pulp in a game children play.

Rituals of Love, by Kat2107

Sometimes Nile wants to hit them. It's unbelievable how many quirks people collect past a certain age. And then there are the insiders, the things they do and never bother to explain because for the past 200 years everybody around them was in the know.

Break Through the Metal, by ChasetheWindTouchtheSky

Nile makes a comment about Nicky's hoodie. Nicky tells a story.

Passing for Normal, by Jynguo

Nile gets invited to a party. Or rather, Joe and Nicky get invited to a party, and they ask if they can bring a friend.

“Wait,” Nile says. “You guys have friends?”

In which Joe and Nicky show Nile that there's more to this life than killing and dying and fighting other people's wars.

Medieval Naming Customs, by Morvith

“Wow, you got lucky.”

“Lucky?”

“You are the only one in your family with a decent name.”

Or, in which Copley's obsessive data compilation goes further back than they imagined, mistakes are made and even 900-year-old Immortals can discover new things about their past.

The Hunger I Felt, by FereldenTurnip

“Where do you put it all, man?!” Nile’s happily laughing. She mischievously swipes his buttered roll of bread. It’s an innocent gesture full of familial warmth, so Joe doesn’t blame her when she misses Nicky's subtle reaction. Nile’s too busy chatting with Andy to notice the dark glint flashing in Nicky’s green eyes or the sudden tense grip on his fork. Beneath the table, Joe settles a calming hand on his knee. Nicky blinks and swallows. He returns to eating, though Joe can tell he feels guilty for his behavior.

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Life before Joe was anything but easy for Nicky. Some days, he can still feel hunger clawing his insides.

Victory Is Sweet, by Arkada

Nile comes up with an idea to help Nicky win the baklava challenge.

#the old guard #tog #the old guard fic recs #the old guard fic rec #tog fic rec #tog fic recs #the old guard fanfiction #tog fanfiction #IMMORTAL FOUND FAMILY

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stxphxn-strange · 4 years

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what? a beautiful wedding? pt 2.

a/n: the college au wedding fic shenanigans continue! read pt 1 here

“On what?” Stephen asked. “Christine why do you seem nervous?”

“Let’s go in, you should have a drink and get comfortable. We can talk more inside,” Anthony suggested.

Christine led the way, the bright name and number on the back of her hoodie (which was actually Hope’s) as much of a guide as Christine herself.

“What’s the status of Rhodey and T’challa?” Stephen asked, taking Anthony’s hand.

“Their pining is infuriating me,” Anthony replied. “Lots of flirting on the drive over.”

Stephen hummed. “If they aren’t together by the end of the night, is it so wrong to help them out a little? Give them a push in the right direction? I’ll even push them into our bathroom if they need a quiet space to sort their shit out.”

“Noted,” Anthony said with a smirk. “I don’t know what they’re waiting for.”

“They’re both too independent and proud, sort of like another couple I know,” Christine quipped. Evidently she’d been listening to their conversation from where she walked in front of them.

Stephen smirked at his friend. “In due time, Christine.”

Anthony looked from Stephen to Christine, trying to read their suddenly guarded expressions. He had a suspicion that they were discussing a proposal, as all of their friends were on the edge of their seats waiting for the couple to get engaged. Anthony smiled, briefly reflecting on his own proposal plan that Pepper and Rhodey were helping him with. Speaking of which—

“How is Pepper?” He asked urgently.

“I think she went to take a nap,” Christine replied. “I gave her my room key and told her to lay down, I didn’t know what else to do.”

Another wave of guilt consumed Anthony. “This is—”

“I won’t have you drowning in self doubt on the day of my wedding,” Christine interrupted. “All you’re trying to do is care for your friend, that’s all any of us are trying to do. Stephen, please make sure your boyfriend understands that.”

Stephen nodded, wrapping his arms around Anthony immediately.

“You guys are so affectionate and cute,” Christine said. “I’m really glad you’re here. I’m happy everyone is here.”

“How do you feel?” Stephen asked.

“I’m still nervous, but it’s more of an excited kind of nervous,” Christine replied. “I love Hope so much, and I really can’t wait for all of this hype to be over so I can just say she’s my wife.”

“You know that the hype is going to last probably into tomorrow, right? Especially with our friends being the way that we are,” Stephen teased. He looked past Christine at the Odinson siblings, who were filling a confetti cannon… in the middle of the lobby.

Stephen quickly snapped a photo and sent it to the groupchat.

Hope wrote back immediately: “I didn’t just see a t-shirt or confetti cannon, did I? … Fuck it, if you need more confetti I know where to find it.”

The Odinsons dashed off towards the elevators, confetti cannon in tow. Anthony watched them leave, a small smile on his face at the chaos unfolding around him.

“Today is going to be good,” he said, to no one in particular.

“I really can’t wait,” Christine added. “I had some time to kill when you guys got here, but I should probably finish getting ready, y’know. Go make someone sick with your cuteness, and I’ll see you later okay?”

Before they could answer, Christine hopped up and hugged her friends before running off.

“What do you think is going to happen tonight?” Stephen asked, taking a sip of his seltzer.

“One of us is going to get too giddy and serenade his boyfriend during the reception,” Anthony replied, winking at Stephen.

“That was a one (1) time thing, baby. I don’t sing,” Stephen said.

Anthony held up his phone. “This video from my sister’s wedding shows otherwise, my love! And if you don’t sing, I might. I’m in that kind of mood.”

“Pep’s calling,” Stephen said. “That karaoke video stays between us, Anthony.”

Anthony picked up the phone. “Hey Miss Potts, I was actually just about to call and see how you are.”

“Christine noticed that I was hungover when I showed up, so she gave me her room key and told me to take a nap. Now I’m awake and I can’t stop thinking about her and how caring and sweet she is, and I just want to be with her,” Pepper lamented. “Have you seen her?”

“We were just with her, but Pepper wait a minute. Are you still in her room?” Stephen asked nervously. He began to chew on the inside of his lip as a mildly disastrous scenario unfolded in his mind.

“Yeah, where are you guys? I feel like I just shouldn’t be sitting in here,” Pepper said. “I have this letter that I wrote, I was thinking I’d just leave it somewhere so she’d at least know how I feel. Is that a bad idea?”

Stephen quickly pulled Anthony close to his side, kissing him softly before whispering: “I have a bad feeling about this. We have to stall Christine.”

Anthony nodded. “Create some kind of distraction.”

A loud noise, almost akin to a roll of thunder, filled the space before Stephen could finish sending a text. Even still, he seized the opportunity to ask the group about what it was, hoping that a game of detective would give Pepper more time to collect herself.

On FaceTime, Pepper jumped at the noise. “What should I do, guys? I want to be a good friend, I really do, but I want to be more than that all at the same time.”

“How do you think she’s going to respond?” Anthony asked. He had no idea how such a confession would go and was genuinely curious about Pepper’s expectations.

From somewhere behind Pepper, the door opened and Christine walked into her room.

“Hey, how do you feel?” She asked.

Pepper shrugged. “A little better, my headache went away.”

“Okay good. I just came to get my dress, are you ready to head to the garden?” Christine asked.

Pepper nodded, sadness drifting onto her face.

“Oh shit wait, are you on the phone?” Christine asked.

“It’s just us,” Stephen replied. “Hi again, sorry about the confetti cannon.”

“Carol and Val are helping Bruce wrangle the Odinsons, I think they’re watching a movie or something,” Christine said.

She left the room and Pepper turned her attention back to her friends. Another door squeaked as it closed, and Pepper seized her moment to say: “What am I going to do? It’s not like I can just say ‘Christine I know you’re my best friend but I love you as more than a friend’ you know? Not on the day she’s supposed to get married!”

“Wait, you do?” Christine was almost whispering, holding her wedding dress in a garment bag. “Is that true?”

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Chapter 24: All the Strawberries, Pt. 4 - Maybe It’s You

This is a reposting of Ch 24, now split into 5 parts.

Here be part 4!

(part 3)

Friday 12 February

The next morning I did wake up sore in all of the predictable places. It was nothing terrible, but it was definitely noticeable. A long, hot shower helped a bit, but I thought maybe a day off from any shenanigans might not be a bad idea, much to my and Ed’s disappointment.

Luckily, there are other things to do in and around Valle de Guadalupe. The region is renowned for its vineyards, and there is a plethora of wine tours and tastings to choose from. There are horseback riding stables, museums, picturesque hiking trails, and artists’ communities. I made the decision for both of us that horseback riding would NOT be an option, though, because ouch! We decided that we wanted to learn about and sample more of the local wine, and we also wanted to do some hiking and enjoy the scenery, and whatever else this beautiful, secluded stretch of Baja California had to offer.

We were out the door by 10:30 am, loading our backpacks into the Jeep we’d rented back in San Diego. Our hosts had told us about a nearby campground called El Salto, where there is a scenic waterfall trail. We were told it’s suitable for any age or skill level, and there is an idyllic picnic area at the end of the 1.5 mile trail. So, we dressed accordingly, packed sandwiches, water, grapes, cheese, some wine, and a large blanket for a picnic lunch, along with everything we’d need for safety/first aid, just in case the need arose, and we headed out.

The entrance to El Salto Campground is around a hairpin turn along a canyon road just off the highway, but it’s marked with a very large sign. We made the turn, and in a very short time found ourselves passing through the nearly empty campsites along not much more than a 2-lane dirt path. It led us through the back of the campground, and we finally spotted a marked trailhead leading to the El Salto waterfall. We parked and began our little trek over the dirt trail.

Our hosts were correct - it is a simple trail, with very a gradual decline in elevation. There are no crumbling rocks or slippery stones. Our visibility was 100%, and the temperature was perfect - we were fine in our hoodies. There is one main path with a few forks from start to finish, but there are clear sign pointing the way to the waterfall at each branch.

What should have been a 20-30 minute hike took us almost 50 minutes, though, because I kept stopping to take pictures. It’s a hobby that I fall into and out of a few times a year - photography. I sometimes go to the forest preserves near our house and take pictures there...I used to go at least a few times a year, during different seasons. I love capturing the lushness of summer, the vivid colors of fall, the starkness of winter, spring rebirth… But I sort of fell away from it in the last few years. Being there on that trail and seeing the unique, arid, desert landscape reminded me of the beauty in nature that I used to seek out so often, and the bug hit me again.

Ed didn’t seem to mind my constant stops at all. In fact, he was really curious about the things I chose to photograph, and wondered out loud more than once how I knew what to capture.

“What do you look for? How do you know it will make a good photograph?”

“Umm, I don’t really look for anything in particular - just whatever strikes my fancy, I guess. It might be the shape of a leaf, or how the sunlight peeks through tree branches, or something that seems slightly out-of-place, like a paved path through the woods, or a brightly painted tree stump. Or something that’s pretty.”

“I didn’t know you like photography.”

“Yeah…it’s just a casual hobby, I guess. I haven’t done it in a while. I’ve never taken any classes, or bought any actual equipment. I just use my phone, and then I, um, have a few different editing apps for fixing them up afterwards. It’s nothing fancy.”

Just then I stopped again, spying some interesting junipers against the canyon wall. I walked around them a few times, trying to find a good shot.

“Nah, not going to work,” I mumbled to myself.

We continued along the trail at a leisurely pace, and soon could hear the muted clamor of water hitting rocks. As we got closer, the echo of the falls grew louder. Finally, we saw it. The falls were separated from us by a very wide ravine, and were falling from a pretty impressive height - at least 100 feet. We were atop a very large ledge - about 15 feet wide and the same depth. A low, wooden fence kept hikers from getting too close to the ledge, but didn’t interfere with the gorgeous view. There were wildflowers sprouting all over along the cracks and fissures of the ground beneath our feet, and too many pine trees to count stretched up from the various ledges near the bottom of the canyon. The waterfall emptied into what looked more like a collecting pool than a stream. I couldn’t see where it led.

We stopped in our tracks when the falls came into view, and just stood still, silently admiring the sight for a few minutes. Eventually, Ed took my hand and led me a little closer, where we slipped off our packs and laid out our blanket and our picnic lunch. I put out the food while Ed opened and poured the wine. He used the lids of the Tupperware™ containers as small trays to set our plastic wine glasses on so they wouldn’t topple over.

I took a sip, smiled at Ed, and then looked up at our breathtaking view for a moment before I spoke, still smiling. “I love this. All of it - the hike, the picnic, the view...the company…”

He gave me a small grin and a nod, and held up his wine in a toast.

I raised mine up to his. “This...is perfect,” he said with a small sigh and a relaxed smile.

We bumped our plastic glasses together.

“Slainte!”

“Salud!”

It wasn’t a large meal, but once finished we were both pleasantly full, and feeling lazy - which was fine, since we weren’t in a hurry to do anything or go anywhere. Using our backpacks as pillows (with our jackets strategically placed inside as cushions), we laid back on our blanket in the grass and drank in the loveliness of it all. We didn’t speak much - just a few occasional observations here and there. It was a comfortable kind of quiet. Relaxed. Tranquil.

Ed kept his eyes closed for a good, long time. I wondered if he might have fallen asleep. He looked rested and content.

I decided that I wanted to take a few more pictures of the area, so I quietly sat up and grabbed my phone, intending to sneak off while he snoozed.

“Where you off to?”

I looked over, and he was still laying down, but was peering at me through curious eyes.

“Oh, I thought you were asleep. I was just going to take some more pictures. I won’t go far.”

“OK. Have fun.” He grinned and puckered his lips for a quick kiss, which I happily delivered before wandering off in search of a different kind of pretty.

There were a lot of different paths and trails around the falls, allowing me to take some really nice shots from various vantage points. There wasn’t really a lot of wildlife that I could see, unfortunately. There were birds, but I’m bad at being quiet enough so as to not frighten them away. So, I focused on the falls, the canyon, and the plant life.

I didn’t want to go too far or be away too long, so after about 30 minutes I made my way back to our picnic spot. I could see right away that Ed wasn’t on our blanket. After quickly scanning the immediate area I spotted him close to the ravine, watching the waterfall. He was absolutely still. The only sound was the crashing of the water on the rocks below. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and took a series of stills of him in profile, admiring the stunning view. He had no idea I was there.

I pocketed my phone and just watched him for a few seconds before seeking his attention.

“Hey!” I called out, approaching him at his vantage point.

He turned toward my voice and smiled, waving me over. When I arrived next to him I wrapped an arm around his waist as he draped his over my shoulders. We stood appreciating the view silently for a minute or so before either of us spoke.

“Did you get anything good?”

“Yeah, I think so. I won’t know for sure until I can transfer them to my laptop. I can see them much better there. But I think so.”

“Do you ever do anything with the photos you take? Like sell or display them?”

“Oh, no, I’ve never even tried to sell any of them. But I do have some framed and up in the house. I’ll show you next time you’re over.”

“Cool. I’m curious about your arty side.” He gave me a thoughtful look, and then smiled. “Should we head back do you think?”

I checked the time on my phone - almost 1:30. “Yeahhhh...our wine-tasting is at 3.”

“Oh, yeah! Don’t wanna miss that...it might put us in bed passed out by 8 o’clock tonight, though…”

“Well worth the risk, I think,” I added.

“Indeed.” His eyes were twinkling as he took my hand. “C’mon, let’s go, love.”

It turned out that we did imbibe quite a bit during our wine tasting and vineyard tour that afternoon, and not even a decent dinner in the vineyard cafe afterward was entirely successful in properly soaking it all up. We were tipsy and giggly throughout dinner, and for a while afterwards, as well.

Back at our rooms we foolishly thought we’d be able to watch a movie - because that’s happened before, right? Ha. Luckily, both of us had already seen Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby - a selection that could only have been influenced by our excessive alcohol consumption. We passed out napped for a few hours together on the sofa, instead. It’s what we do.

I woke to find my face squashed into the back of the sofa with Ed’s arm around me, and his hand under my shirt, cupping my boob. We were sort of in a spooning position, but I was half on my stomach and he was completely on top of one of my legs, softly snoring into the back of my neck. To say it was uncomfortable would be an understatement.

I tried to move, but was trapped between him and the back of the sofa and couldn’t get any leverage at all.

“Hey, hon?”

No response from Sleeping Beauty.

“Ed?”

Just soft snores.

I took a breath and took stock of the situation. I was mostly laying on my side, on top of one of my arms, and couldn’t move it. The other one was bent and held in place by Ed’s arm that was wrapped around me. But that hand could move a little bit, so I used it to tap on the top of his hand...which was covering my boob.

He definitely did notice me awkwardly patting his hand. I know this because once I stopped, he began fondling me through my bra.

“Umm, heyyy…”

He stopped as soon as he heard my voice. Then I heard and felt a muffled laugh at the back of my neck. And then the boob-fondling started up again.

“Hey...umm, can you move? You’re on-”

“Mm-mmm. Busy.”

“Haha, funny. But really. You’re on top of me. I can’t move.”

Instead of answering, he slid his fingers underneath my bra cup and started rubbing circles over my nipple. So then he was simultaneously turning me on and being extremely annoying.

“Hon, c’mon. I’m not...opposed to this, but you’re on top of my leg and I’m squished in the sofa. Will you please get off me?”

“I dunno. What’s in it for me?”

“Umm...I won’t kill you??!!”

“Nah. You can’t kill me, anyway. You can’t even move. And I’m finding this enjoyable.” He punctuated his little announcement by squeezing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and then carefully pulling it taut, straight out, before letting it go. Then, with his thumb, he began flicking it left and right, and damn it, it felt really good.

Fuck.

The bastard was right, of course. But I had a plan.

Sighing only slightly exaggeratedly, I answered, “Yeah. I guess you’re right. Too bad, though, ‘cause I can’t go down on you if I’m trapped like this.”

His hand went completely still (although it did remain in place on my boob). “What was that?”

“You know, it’s fine. You’re enjoying yourself, and I’m not that uncomfortable. Carry on.”

I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck again as he laughed. “You’re so mean...ya say you’ll suck my cock, and then take it back? SO mean…”

“Oh, you want me to do it? That’s cool, too. But, I can’t like this…”

I didn’t even get all of my words out, and I was suddenly being rolled onto my back. Ed then sat himself up at the edge of the sofa, smiling as if he just won some sort of prize.

I sat up next to him, nodding my head, grinning back at him. “OK.”

Without breaking eye contact, I arranged myself in his lap, astride his hips. He took my face in both hands and pulled me down to him for a kiss. He caught my lower lip and lightly swept the tip of his tongue across it. I promptly parted my lips, welcoming him in.

Our tongues stroked and tasted and teased, and our lips nipped and skimmed and smiled. We sometimes pulled away to breathe and smile some more, and then came back to do it again. And again.

I touched my forehead to his during one of these small pauses. My hands had been resting on his shoulders while we kissed, but I couldn’t keep them still anymore. I ran my fingers over the front of his shirt, down his chest, lightly scratching him through the fabric of his shirt.

“Mmm…” he sighed.

I climbed off of him and lowered myself to the floor, kneeling between his legs. He was already looking at me with such focused anticipation. I leaned in and skimmed my fingers under his shirt, ready to lift it up so I could give some love and attention to his abs and his belly before I traveled lower.

“Hey,” I began, looking up at him just before I brought my lips near his belly button. “Just going to focus on you tonight. I still need to give my, uh, parts...a rest. ‘K?”

“Yeah? You don’t mind?”

“No, I love this.” I grinned as I brought my mouth to his belly. “Definitely don’t mind.”

I kissed him all over his abs and his stomach, making sure to brush my lips and trace my tongue all over him, slowly making my way down to his waist. I didn’t stop when I undid his belt, or when I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I just moved my mouth lower as more of him became exposed.

He lifted up his bottom, and we both together pulled down his jeans and underwear. My eyes shifted back-and-forth between his face and the emerging proof of his arousal. His eyes were glued to my face - my mouth. He watched steadily as my mouth and tongue traced a gentle path down the slope of his belly, leaving soft kisses under his belly button, over the planes of his hip and then to the crease between his thigh and groin. As I got closer to my intended target, it was all I could look at.

I brushed my fingers over his cock as I continued working my mouth downward. He was already so hard, it almost made my mouth water as my fingers stroked his length. I could hear him breathing - I loved the way it caught with my every movement.

I started spreading more kisses - full, wet kisses - all around the base. I looked up at him as I slowly inched my mouth up his shaft, rolling my tongue around all sides. He stared back at me, completely engrossed in my actions.

My hands rested on his thighs, tracing tiny, light waves over his fair skin, as I placed a tender, wet kiss on the tip of his cock. I slowly took a little bit at a time in my mouth, moving downwards over every ridge and vein. I intentionally made every touch, every kiss and lick, wet and messy - sloppy - almost as though I wanted to devour him. My mouth slid up and down him, slippery with saliva as I licked and sucked and kissed his hard, yet velvety-smooth shaft. I caught his gaze, and it was such a turn-on seeing the heat in his eyes as he stared back, riveted at what my mouth was doing.

I worked my mouth back to the tip of his cock, placing a hand at the base and moving it in sync with the bobbing of my head so that his entire length was covered, wet, and being squeezed or engulfed by me. I swirled my tongue around him, kissed him, and I sucked on him, all while keeping everything wet and sloppy and noisy, and he was moaning softly and was gently rocking his hips up as I slid my lips and my hand down and up, again and again.

I wanted more of him. I anchored both hands at his thighs, and I slid my lips along his shaft, going deeper each time. Once he nudged the back of my throat, I gradually increased my pace, fully taking him in.

He let out a low moan, closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I saw his hands tense and then he laid them down flat on the seat cushion, fingers spread out wide.

“Mmmmmm…” I hummed, watching him.

God, I love this…

Sucking and kissing all over his dick and seeing how he reacted to it was making me more than a little bit turned on. I could feel wetness pooling in my panties as I took him down my throat over and over.

“God...feel so good on me...yeah…” His voice was quiet, yet sounded strained, like it took effort to speak.

He put one hand on my head, soon followed by the other, and after a brief pause, began applying very light pressure, seeking more. It was so hot I couldn’t help moaning over him, and setting a new, messy, hasty pace.

His stomach tensed and his hips trembled as I continued going deep.

In a last effort to take him in even further, I grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way into my face. He groaned - perhaps in surprise just as much as in pleasure.

He was down my throat and I held him to my face even though my eyes were watering and I had to put effort into breathing. I gagged, but still worked my lips to suck him, still fluttered my tongue over him, and I kept moaning, making him feel even more quivers and shakes.

“Gonna come…” His breath caught as I began to slowly pull my lips up over him. He exhaled loudly. His eyes were closed tight.

I brought a hand down to cup his balls, lightly massaging them. I reached one finger back to stroke his perineum, and then without even giving it any forethought, I reached back a little bit further and lightly traced the line between both cheeks.

“Oh, fuck…!” If a whisper can be emphatic, his was.

His whole body tensed, his hips began to stutter, and he groaned - really, really loudly. I quickly slid my mouth up to cover just his head. And I pulled in and swallowed every bit of the slightly salty, tangy fluid as it hit my tongue.

Once he was done I still kept him in my mouth for a minute. I just like having him there, and I know he loves the soft, warm feel of my wet mouth around him. After a minute I looked up at him. He was slumped back against the sofa, completely relaxed. We exchanged soft looks as I slowly pulled my mouth off of him. I left a gentle kiss on the tip of his mostly-soft penis before sitting up straight. I licked my lips and smiled at him a little shyly.

I helped him pull his pants up, then he helped me back onto the sofa.

“I promise I won’t crush you this time,” he joked.

He was so mellow, affectionate, sleepy, adorable. He wrapped his arms securely around me, kissed my temple, and traced a line of soft kisses to my mouth. I turned a little bit to face him squarely, and we kissed. It was slow and attentive, full of love and affirmation rather than passion and intensity. He pulled away first, just far enough to take in my face. I'm sure I looked a mess.

“You OK?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. You?”

He smiled and huffed out a small laugh through his nose. “Um, yeah. I’m awesome right now.”

“That’s good.”

“You like doing that.” He phrased it as a statement, but I heard the question behind it.

I nodded. “Yeah...well, with you.” I’m not sure what made me add that last bit of information.

His brows furrowed a bit at that little confession. “What about before me?”

“Hmmm. Not as much,” I shrugged. “I don’t know why it’s different now.” I gave a half smile. “Maybe it’s you.”

I thought he might reply with something funny or self-congratulatory, but instead he gave me a thoughtful look followed by another very sweet kiss.

We were leaned into each other so naturally and intimately, and it felt right. Perfect. Complete. For the second time since we arrived in Mexico I considered the idea that maybe we were headed toward something more permanent.

Holy shit.

(part 5)

#becausepurple #becuzpurple #ch. 24 All the Strawberries #repost #part 4 Maybe It's You #ed sheeran #ed sheeran fan fic #ed sheeran mature fanfic #ed sheeran smut #Ed & Kate #Ed & Kate love story #CODE GINGER #CODEFUCKINGGINGER #the Mexico chapter

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candiedillusions · 7 years

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You’re Worth Everything [Pt 1]

Edit: PART 2 NOW UP, and now on Ao3! :D

Fandom: FFXV

Pairing: Promptis

Summary: 4-part short fic on Brotherhood-era Promptis. Dork boys are up to some late-night shenanigans because what could go wrong when you’re wondering the backstreets in the middle of the night when you’re the Crown Prince, right?

A/N: WELP It’s my first FFXV fic, so any feedback is completely welcomed!

[CHAPTER 1]

It had been a week since the winter break started, but Noctis hadn’t been able to catch a break. Whisked off to citadel briefings, trainings, reports, meetings with dignitaries, and more duties than he had been able to keep track of, he wondered how he managed to keep one foot in front of the other on most days. He was awfully, terribly, incredibly exhausted.

For the first time in a long week, he had the evening off, and nothing pressing the next day. Every bone in his body screamed out at him to crash and not wake up for at least fourteen solid hours. So naturally, Noctis being Noctis, reached for his phone and thumbed a quick text to Prompto.

Noct: i’ve been released from my week-long imprisonment.

Prom: sweeeeet astrals, finally! I thought my best bud had gone and died on me from all those princely duties :(

Noct: ha-ha. funny. should drag u to trainings and meetings. u can be my stand-in.

Prom: nice try but a pleb like me dont stand a chance at passing off as royal~

Noct: had me fooled. u totally nailed being a royal pain in the arse.

Prom: *GASP* U. DID. NOT.

Prom: :(

Prom: </3

Noct: >:)

Prom: u’ll regret that comment when i BEAT YER ASS in that new dungeon crawler u just got. we can pull an all-nighter. U know u wanna ;)

Noct: fat hope prom. but nah. need some air. wanna head out?

Prom: already otw. anything for u, bruh.

Noct: see u round the block.

Noctis put on a warm black coat and a beanie over his dark locks. The weather looked dismal outside, but somehow Noctis felt a smile creep in despite himself. He pulled on his gloves and headed out - seems like his week was finally starting to look up, after all.

Noctis found Prompto just round the corner of his apartment complex, the hood of his plush yellow jacket pulled up against the cold. He looked like a lanky chocobo, and hell, he looked cute. Noctis bit back a smirk.

“Didn’t know fast travel was a thing in real life. How’d you get here so quickly?” said Noctis, casually bumping his friend on the shoulder.

“Just got off work. Was uh, in the area?” said Prompto.

Noctis gave him a deadpan look. “The camera shop is two districts away, Prom.”

Prompto had the decency to grin sheepishly and flush a little at being caught. “Okay fine, I was just gonna show up anyway and I dunno, either drag you out or crash your couch. Figured you need to let loose a little. And I haven’t seen you all week, Noct!”

“Well I haven’t seen me all week either. I swear I’m just gonna play dead the next time Iggy shows up at another ungodly hour to drag me outta bed,” groaned Noctis. He hesitated, then added, “Sorry I haven’t really been able to hang.”

“Nah, it’s cool. Picked up more shifts at the shop since it’s the school break anyway. I’m keeping busy,” said Prompto.

The boys fell into a comfortable silence, shoulders bumping while they walked. Noctis was glad to be out, despite the cold weather that always made his back ache. He shivered, and crossed his arms to keep himself warm.

“You sure you’re up to this, buddy? Wanna head back instead?” said Prompto, concern in his eyes.

They walked aimlessly for awhile, and Noctis sighed. “Nope. Got some Really Important Reports to look through when I’m back. I’m pretending they don’t exist for as long as I can.”

“Well I’ve got just the thing. How about we get out of this Glacian-level cold here and check out the new 24hr arcade?” said Prompto, hoping it was something that would cheer up the sullen prince.

Noctis took one look at Prompto’s hopeful expression, and knew he’d never say no to that face. He nodded, and Prompto broke out into a grin that was brighter than the sun itself. He tugged on Noctis’ arm and led the way, and Noctis felt a warmth spread through his chest.

Reports be damned. They can wait. Noctis needed this.

“Prom”

It was almost a whisper, barely audible over the constant buzz of the city. Prompto arched a brow but hurried along, a spring in his step despite the late hour.

“What, dude? It’s freezing, and the arcade is just around the corner, let’s go let’s go let’s go!”

Noctis slowed, then stopped entirely, staring straight ahead with an unreadable expression. Prompto followed suit, eyeing his best friend carefully.

“…Noct?”

“I.. I think we’re being followed,” Noct said slowly, as his eyes darted to the street corners, carefully taking in his surroundings. “Don’t look right away, but there’s a guy in a hoodie at my four o'clock who’s been trailing behind us for the last two blocks.”

Prompto raised his gaze just enough to be discreet. He could spot a small figure in the distance, all hooded and bundled, looking idly at his phone now that the boys have stopped. He made a terrible show of looking preoccupied.

Prompto bit his lip for an instant. “Shit, I think you’re right,” he said, stiffening a little as he shifted his weight uncertainly. Then, he threw an arm casually over Noctis’s shoulders. “I got you bud. He ain’t getting to you without going through me first.”

That drew a snort from the prince, as he moved to lightly jab Prompto’s arm. “Really, Prom? Whatcha gonna do, swing those twigs at him?”

“Pfft, don’t be a hater, Noct!” Prompto protested, swatting away the offensive fingers. Dropping his voice to a whisper, he tugged Noctis closer and leaned in. “Look, just follow my lead. You trust me, right? C'mon, just start walking. I’ve got this.”

Noctis was suddenly incredibly grateful for the late hour and dim street lamps - Prompto’s warm breath next to his ear sent an unexpected jolt that went straight down his belly and burned an impressive red on his cheeks. Hesitating for the slightest moment, Noctis found himself fumbling for words while falling in step anyway.

“Uh.. okay?”

They walked in silence, Prompto’s arm still slung protectively over Noctis’ shoulders. Noctís was suddenly hyper aware of the warmth emitting from the blonde, and his own heartbeat hammering against his chest.

It must be the adrenaline, thought Noct.

Prompto’s grip tightened. Chancing a glance, Noctis met his pale blue eyes and saw a determination that Prompto often wore when they teamed up to take down dungeon bosses. Furrowing his brows, Noctis shot him a quizzical look that was met with a bright, reassuring grin. He gulped and took a deep breath.

It’s natural. No biggie. It’s a dark alley after all. We might be in danger. It’s definitely nothing to do with how good Prom looks when he smiles, or his arm over me and how his breath feels on my - goddamit. Noctis shook his head and mentally slapped himself for his thoughts.

He’s my best friend. Get it together, Noct.

After what seemed like an eternity, they turned a corner and Noctis felt himself being suddenly pulled into a tight alleyway that he didn’t notice before.

“Wha.. wait Prom, what the he-”

Prompto quickly placed a gloved hand over Noctis’ mouth, shaking his head quietly, while looking out to the street. The small alley was dark, and it barely fit the two boys shoulder to shoulder. Prompto grabbed Noctis and ducked behind a trash bin.

In a flash, Noctis’ beanie was pulled off his head, and Prompto put it on, taking care to tuck his blonde locks into the dark fabric. Shrugging off his jacket in record time, he tugged Noctis’ coat off too and replaced it with his own before the prince could react.

“Put it on, quick, and keep the hood up. I’ll kite him. Shh - don’t argue Noct, trust me, I’m a fast runner. Meet me at the street corner at the Kenny Crow’s three blocks down, there’s always a crowd there, you’ll be safe. I’ll see you there, I promise!”

“Fuck Prom, like hell I’m gonna let you do tha- PROM!”

The hooded figure following them rounded the corner and came into sight, and Prompto tore off, running like his life depended on it. The figure gave chase. Noctis thought he saw a flash of steel, something that looked distinctly like a dagger, being unsheathed.

For the first time since he was a child, Noctis felt a deep primal fear sink into his gut as he stood there, shocked at what Prompto had just done.

Sooooo... anyone keen to read more? :D

#ffxv #ffxv fanfiction #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #promptis #my fanfiction #noctis x prompto

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our-chaoticwhispers · 7 years

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What Are The Chances (Pt 2)

Pairing: Chris Pine x Reader

Warning: A little swearing - is romance a tag? Well, there will be smut in future posts. This is what I believe the kids are calling a “slow burn”

Summary: Chris freakin’ Pine asked you on a date yesterday! Okay, breathe. Everything is going to be amazing. Better than you could have hoped for, I promise.

A/N: Again, I LOVE SOFIA BOUTELLA. I think she is amazing. In fact I like her some much, I decided to steal her life... ish... for you, the reader. <3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Word Count: 1297.. They are getting longer

You woke up to a knock on your door, you had almost forgotten that Zoe was coming over to help you pick out an outfit for your date with Chris! You shuffled to the door in your Little Mermaid nighty and sleepily opened the door.

“Good morning, sleepy head!” Zoe said handing you a coffee.

“Morning..” You slurred.

“Alright, girl. You hop in the shower and I will find you something to wear.”

“What would I do without you?” you asked, taking a sip of you still too hot coffee.

Zoe laughed as she saw you wince, “Couldn’t tell you. Now hurry!”

You stepped into the steaming spray, thankful for the warmth. You took your time, making sure every inch of you was scrubbed clean before rinsing off and stepping out.

Wrapped in a towel, you walked out to the bedroom, where Zoe had three outfits laid out on the bed.

“What do you think?” She asked, hopefully.

“Did you pick out matching underwear, too?” You asked a little sarcastically.

“As a matter of fact, I did!” Zoe pointed to the piles on the bed.

“Dear God! You thought of everything.” You laughed, looking that the outfits.

The first one was your favorite leather motorcycle jacket, paired with a flannel shirt, black jeans and black boots.

The second one was a burgundy flannel, a light brown cable knit hoodie, bootleg jeans and a pair of Chucks.

The third one, and your favorite, was a simple striped, over-sized t-shirt, a large maroon cardigan, your favorite ripped skinny jeans, a flannel scarf and beige ankle booties.

“I like this one.” You said, pointing to the third one.

“I thought you would,” Zoe said, handing you the simple black matching bra and pantie set. "Alright, let's get your hair and make-up done."

Zoe went to work braiding the underside of your hair and throwing it up in a messy bun, while you got to work on your make up. You kept it neat and simple - light on the foundation and blush, a little overboard with the highlight (but, let a girl shine - I mean, DAMN!) and a simple cat eye.

You were checking yourself out in the full-length mirror in the bathroom when there was a know at the door.

"I'll get it." Zoe called.

"Hey.. Zoe. What are you doing here?" Chris asked.

"What are you doing here, Chris?" Zoe asked, with a teasing wink. "I'll see you later, (Y/N)! You two kids have fun!"

You walked out of your bedroom into the living room, kind of regretting that you didn't put more foundation on the cover up your perpetual blush that always showed up when Chris was around.

"You look great." He breathed, looking you up and down.

"You don't look so bad yourself." You laughed. Chris was wearing a light blue chambray shirt, with a white tee underneath, dark jeans and his favorite New York Yankees hat.

"Shall we?" He asked.

"We certainly shall. What's first?"

"I was thinking a quick lunch and then maybe the floral conservatory, I also got tickets to Hamilton at the Vancouver Theatre. I know it's one of your favorites and Zach said that you would really enjoy it. But, we don't have to go if you don't want to." He rambled on nervously. It was cute.

"That sounds perfect." You took his hand and walked out of the apartment, locking it behind you.

It was a beautiful Autumn day in Vancouver, you and Chris walked to a local cafe and had a quick lunch, talking about your favorite things, and getting to know each other a little better. You had been working together for 3 months, and everyone knew that you and Chris were notorious flirts. Especially with each other. But, this seemed different somehow, this felt more personal and less playful. This felt like there was a spark that just needed a little help to fan into a flame.

As you left the cafe, out of the corner of your eye you saw Chris glancing over at you like he wanted to say something, and every once in a while he would brush his hand against yours. You finally bit the bullet, when you got closer to the conservatory and grab his hand with a smile. You walked into the building, hand in hand, and were overwhelmed by the scent and sight of the flowers. You always loved flowers, really you loved all types of plants. At your house in L.A., you had a garden of all different kinds. You suddenly realized how thoughtful it was that Chris had brought you here.

"Well, it was Zach's idea. He said that you love flowers." Chris said behind you.

You laughed, nervously, not realizing you had said that out loud. You walked further into the room and noticed a parrot flying right towards you. You let out a small shriek and curled into Chris' chest. He wrapped his arms around you, enjoying having you in his embrace, but also laughing.

"It was just a parrot." He chuckled.

"Parrots are still large birds. And large birds kinda freak me out." You said, laughing with your face still in Chris' chest, enjoying his scent and his gentle touch. You looked up at him, looked into those damn blue eyes, and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, hoped he was going to kiss you. And he might have, if that damned parrot hadn't landed on his head, making him laugh as you jumped away.

The two of you spent about an hour or so looking at everything that the conservatory had to offer. Chris even surprised you with a couple bags of seeds.

"For your garden, back home." He smiled. "We should head over to the theater."

The walk to the theater was actually quite long, but you didn't mind. Chris kept you entertained with stories of the previous two movies and the shenanigans that the cast pulled. He also didn't hesitate to take your hand this time. As you walked into the theater and were shown to your seats, Chris asked if you had ever seen the show before.

"No," you whispered "I wanted to when I was in New York, but I never got the chance. I heard it's amazing."

"From what I've been told, it is." She said and took your hand in his. He rubbed circles into it and idly played with your fingers. After the show was over, and you both had left the theater, Chris made a slight detour to a little 'hole in the wall' ice cream shop.

"I won't tell if you won't" He smiled, and you zipped your lips at him.

You both walked back to the apartments in a comfortable silence, enjoying your ice cream. The night was still rather young, and you didn't want this date to end. You did have another big day tomorrow.

"I had fun tonight." He said as you both reached your door.

"I did, too." You said, looking at him with eyes that you hope showed how much you wanted him to kiss you.

"Right," he chuckled "Well, I'll see you on set tomorrow." Chris turned to walk away but hesitated. He turned back around and placed a surprisingly soft kiss on your lips. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Chris."

He walked to his room, which was just down the hall, looked back at you and gave you a dopey face before walking inside. Once you were inside your own apartment and closed your door, you collapsed into a fit of giggles on the floor.

A light turned on in your living room and two voices said in unison "SLIP!!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Zach, Zoe! How the hell did you get in my apartment?"

#chris pine #Chris Pine series #chris pine imagine #chris pine fanfiction #Chris Pine Fanfic #Star Trek #star trek beyond #james t kirk #captain kirk

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chezlekipper · 7 years

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Need To Know pt. 6

zounds! an update! @incredifishface @pinknoonicorn

Frostiron modern Corporate AU (security firm) featuring escort!Loki

Tags: NSFW, age-difference, prostitution

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4 / Pt. 5

Givenchy

Loki'd thought he was in the clear.

Thor had shouted 'I'm going to work I'll see you later' at him through his bedroom door and then there'd been the thud and clunk of the apartment door being locked.

Loki had stretched deliciously, to the tips of his fingers and toes, before taking a moment to savour the silence and the fact he didn't have to do anything today. He rolled out of bed, shrugged in to his new favourite hoodie, and second favourite jeans, then slouched barefoot out to the kitchen to see if his brother had left him any coffee.

He hadn't, because Thor could be petty like that, and while Loki was perusing the freezer full of assorted blends, the front door had opened again and Thor had come barrelling back in.

"Forgot my phone." His smile was self-deprecating. Then he stopped and stared at Loki, and the smile shifted to something less friendly.

"Oh fuck you." Thor growled. "That's Givenchy. Don't try and tell me otherwise."

"Uh..."

"How could you afford that?" Thor stabbed an accusatory finger at Loki's very cool, very on-trend black cotton hoodie with the great white shark motif. "Your allowance doesn't cover that sort of expenditure - I know, I administer the account - and you never ask for extra."

"What?" Loki opened his eyes wide. "I'm not allowed to have nice things?"

"Not that nice." Thor's beautiful, expressive face registered alarm. "You're not... you're not selling drugs are you?"

"What? No!" Loki rolled his eyes, remembered to close the freezer because the cold air was pooling around his bare feet. "No. This was a... gift."

Thor's mouth snapped shut. He frowned.

"Someone gave you a thousand dollar piece of clothing? Why?"

"Because they're nice?" Loki shrugged.

"Who was it?"

Now, there was a small, rational part of Loki's pre-caffeinated brain that urged him to just make something up, but what came out of his mouth was:

"Tony."

Thor blinked at him.

"Tony. Stark. My colleague and friend. Who you only met last Friday." Thor didn't look suspicious so much now as baffled. "When?"

"Bumped in to him on Sunday." A half-truth, in that Loki had been out on Sunday, sleuthing around Barnes' gym. "We went for a coffee and a walk and... " Loki shrugged. "I saw this. Loved it. Tony bought it for me."

"He's ridiculously generous." Thor sounded like he was trying to convince himself which meant Loki was half-way to winning. His big brother's big bright blue eyes snapped back to him. "Right. Well. I'm going to work now. We'll talk later."

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Loki scrambled for his phone the moment Thor was out of the apartment.

"Hi, sorry, I might've dropped you in it."

"Good morning to you, too." Tony said. "Dropped me in what, exactly?"

"Thor noticed my Givenchy hoodie, asked me where I got it from seeing as I shouldn't have the funds to buy it, aaaaaaand I said you'd bought it for me after we'd met by accident last Sunday."

"Right. Well. Shit."

"Sorry, it was the best lie I could come up with before coffee."

Tony barked a laugh.

"I know what that's like. So, an angry Thor-bear will be coming to see me? How do you want to play this?"

"You're okay covering me?"

"It's hardly in my best interests not to." Tony didn't sound pissed off at all: Loki was listening for it.

"Thank you. I'll owe you." Loki grinned. "Especially if he gives you the 'shovel talk'."

"'Hah, haven't had one of those for years. I suspect Thor would be intimidatingly good at it."

"Precisely." Loki said lightly, relieved that Tony really didn't seem to mind being a co-conspirator.

"Yeah, all right. We'd better coordinate our stories before your brother gets in." His voice dropped a little lower. "And what was that about owing me?"

"How about... one fantasy or role-play scenario fulfilled, free of charge?"

A beat of silence followed by a thick swallow that Loki heard clearly on his very good quality phone.

"Or you could just come over and give me a good dicking." Tony's voice had dropped even lower, became sultry. "Wear the thing I bought you."

"Just that?"

"Maybe pants as well, until you get in the door." There was another pause. "What exactly did I buy you, by the way?"

"I'll send you a link." Loki laughed.

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Yeah, so, Tony was absolutely using Rogers as a shield.

They did have to discuss details of an upcoming project, true, but it hadn't needed to be the first thing on his or Roger's agenda that day, and he hadn't needed to ask him in to his office and make them both coffee. Still, they got through a fair bit of productive brain-storming before Thor had knocked on his door.

"Morning." Thor smiled pleasantly at them both. "Could I have a word, Tony?"

"We're in the middle of something - " Tony began, but Rogers interrupted him.

"No no, that's fine, we can reconvene later." His easy-going smile was just this side of irritating. "We've made a good start on this."

"Thanks." Now Thor was smiling at Rogers, and Rogers was smiling at him. They kept it up for just a smidge too long. Tony was torn between groaning or gagging.

"I'll get started on that list."

Rogers pulled his gaze away from Thor but didn't look back at Tony. He was blushing behind his ears, of all places, as he picked up his notepad, covered in the widely spaced, neatly blocked not-quite words and symbols of his very own shorthand. He switched off the audio recording function on his phone and smiled again at Thor as he brushed past him. Thor didn't turn around to watch him leave but Tony was pretty sure he really, really wanted to.

Six foot and four inches of intent moved in to Tony's office, pulling the door to behind him but not closing it completely. He advanced on Tony, who was merely sitting, not cowering, behind the bulwark of his executive desk. Thor really was majestic when he loomed like that.

"Loki says you bought him something. An expensive something."

Tony contrived to look blank for a moment then:

"Oh, the shark hoodie." He gestured to the coffee maker. "Can I get you anything?"

Thor ignored the offer, stormy blue eyes pinning Tony to the spot.

"Why did you buy him that?"

"Because all the cool kids have got them this year?" Tony shrugged. He waved Thor to a seat. "We bumped in to each other last Sunday, had a coffee, then I got him a 'welcome to New York' present."

"Why?" There was something fragile in Thor's tone. "You don't know him."

"Actually, yeah, I kind of do." Tony leant forward, sincerity in every line of his body. "How long have we worked together?"

"Six years, but - "

"And over all that time, Thor, buddy, you've been telling me about Loki, in detail, his life, his schooling, his friends, everything. I know how he takes his coffee, I know what he's likely to be watching on a Thursday night, and how excited he gets over fireworks. So yeah, I do kind of know him."

Thor's broad shoulders had slumped.

"That's... kinda creepy when you put it like that."

Tony sat back.

"Nah, you love your brother and you're proud of him. That forgives a bit of over-sharing, right?"

"It's just that..." Thor wasn't quite frowning. "He's done this before, accepted expensive gifts from people he doesn't know."

"Oh. Right...”

"Hell, he used to solicit them when he was younger. It was like a game." Thor smiled, fond and exasperated. "He's very charming, very persuasive. He can and has talked his way in and out of trouble before, but I worry, you know."

"He's not naive." Tony offered.

"Never that." Thor snorted. "But he is overconfident. And a brat. And he does like to push things. Please don't let him take advantage of your generosity."

"I'll be on my guard - "

"And don't think to take advantage of him." There was the threat again, sharp and deadly. "I'll know."

"I'll watch out for both of us, I swear."

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Tony picked up his phone the moment Thor was out of sight in his own office.

"Yay, you're alive!" Loki sounded only a little bit sarcastic.

"Yeah, the man-mountain was quite reasonable."

Tony wanted to ask him about Thor’s concern and the soliciting of presents but managed to keep his curiosity behind his teeth.

"Man-mountain." Loki snickered. "So he didn't come down on you like a ton of rocks?"

"That was terrible." Tony groaned. "Spare us all and don't go in to comedy writing, okay?"

"My talents lie elsewhere." Loki all but purred. "So what about that 'good dicking' you wanted?"

Jesus-fucking-christ, Loki and his voice! Tony shifted in his chair, easing his hips forwards enough to stretch the fabric of his pants over his penis. He wasn't hard but he was on the way.

"You busy tonight?"

"Ugh. Thor's probably going to want to talk, so no. Tomorrow?"

"I'm free." Since he'd stopped partying Tony was free most nights but whatever.

"Take me to dinner?" Loki asked. "Somewhere with long tablecloths so I can kick off my shoes and wank you with my toes under the table."

"Uh..."

"Or no tablecloths." There was that purr again. "If public shenanigans are your thing."

"Keep 'em guessing. Is my motto." Tony reached for his coffee cup, disappointed but not surprised to find it empty. He distantly mourned the lack of immediate caffeine because he wasn't game to stand up from behind the cover his desk just yet.

"So tablecloths then?"

Tony cleared his throat.

"I'll make reservations..."

(the great white shark hoodie is an actual thing)

#loki is a little shit #frostiron #need to know #tony stark #loki #fanfic

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