#then my mom suddenly wakes me up asked me if I will going university or not 😂💕

[xsammei-her-belovedberyl]

I dreamed about Beryl today 🥹💗

It was I was talking to him about something I’m worried about, but he suddenly took my hand

And kissing it so deeply, lovingly , without moving his gaze on me ♡

I felt his eyes speaks to me ❤️ in love , caring at me

I lost my words when I looked into his charming eyes but I smiled lovingly at him

then I felt my worries washed away 🥹💕

[macfrog]

If you ever feel up to it - a little short story from the scom universe about reader and Joel deciding to have a second baby or finding out they're pregnant for the second time would warm my cold dead heart <3

i am. so. sorry. for the word count on this i truly do not know what happened. but i had a lot of fun with it, so. hopefully y'all do, too. happy fathers day! x

jellybean ~4k words | series masterlist warnings: pregnancy symptoms (feeling and being sick, horniness + sleepiness. aka me even when not pregnant), 99% just duckie vs her mom

Duckie spills the secret on a Friday.

The morning is lazy, slow. The breathing of the sea across a plain of beach. Your fingers sift through her hair like the breeze through sun-bleached pages. The way she and the sun tint the room peach.

Sarah sprawls out across the spot still warm on her dad’s side of the bed. She’s in a habit of waking up early to sneak through to your room, lift the bottom of the covers, and army crawl between your bodies.

Joel’s in a habit of stirring to the heat of her at his back, her tiny toes at his spine, and turning to scoop her in one arm. They sleep curled into one another, mouths catching flies.

This morning, though, she’s up to something. She brought a secret.

She’s flat-out on her stomach, pens scratching at the paper. There’s the scent of cherry and lemon and green apple tangling in the air. Taut frown on her face, tongue poked with concentration. She looks just like her dad.

She pauses and looks up at you. “What color is this part?” she asks, dabbing at the blank hubcap.

“Silver,” you reply, fixing the cap back onto the grape pen before it stains your sheets.

She huffs. “I don’t have silver, Mama.”

You tap on the page. “Daddy’s wing mirrors are black, but you did ‘em green. The colors don’t matter, do they?”

But it’s seven a.m., and you’re sharing only the red jellybeans for something of a pre-breakfast snack (the four-year-old’s idea), and you’re exhausted despite having slept the full night, and she keeps halting any time Joel’s humming quietens – just in case he spoils his birthday surprise.

She hunkers down with the lemon pen to nail the emblem of his truck, and you figure – color is just the least of it. Truthfully, to your kid – and so, to you, too – nothing has ever mattered more.

You cup her cheek and lift her gaze back to meet yours. “How about I grab you a glitter pen today, just for the wheels?”

She grins. Little milk teeth, gappy and gummy. Peach fuzz cheeks, sweet as the rest of her, a perfect fit in the palm of your hand.

I love you I love you you’re my whole world I love you, you want to say.

Instead: “Only if we tidy your room later. Deal?”

“Deal, Mama,” Sarah giggles, and her little ink-stained hands splay out across the page again.

She scribbles only a few more splotches of color before you both notice it.

The sudden silence.

The water’s stopped running. The shower screen rattles as he pulls it back. Dripdripdrip from the showerhead straight down to the empty basin.

Sarah twists to watch Joel’s disembodied arm blindly grab for a towel folded on the sink. It whips off out of sight, and he calls through from the bathroom.

“Duckie? You still there?”

“Gogogo,” you whisper, helping your daughter cover her dad’s drawing with blank sheets. “Leave the jellybeans, Duck, save yourself!”

She finds the entire thing hysterical. Swinging her masterpiece under one arm, two fistfuls of rainbow pens, springing from the mattress like it suddenly caught flame. She throws herself from the foot of the bed and dashes across the hall to her own room, candy scattering in her wake.

Joel’s head cranes around the doorframe. “Where’d she go?”

You smile, shrugging. Chewing innocently on a jellybean. “That’s funny. She was here a second ago.”

He pads over to the bed, towel slung loose around his hips. Smirks, when your hungry eyes descend his figure – the bearlike shape of him, all muscle and fur, toned where he needs it but soft where you want it.

He cages over you, dark hair dripping with the smell of citrus, skin sticky.

His lips are like velvet against yours. Tongue still singed with coffee. A low growl from his throat when you lean forward to lick into his mouth.

“Smell so goddamn good,” you murmur, dipping your head to bury into the crook of his neck.

His beard is fuzzier when it’s damp, natural masculine musk melded with the fresh soap and rich aftershave he uses. All honey and oatmeal, mixed with a woodsy scent – and fuck, it’s intoxicating. Moreso than usual – stronger and sexier.

You take his hands and lower them to your hips, letting his fingers knot around the baggy material of your – his T-shirt. Tugging on it, exposing the slip of delicate lace on your hips.

“Darlin’,” Joel warns, “we’re late. We still gotta drop Duckie off – If she walks in –”

You groan, huffing back into the mattress. The weight between your legs ripples over the horizon, pulses into weak nothing.

Joel fixes the shirt back down to your thighs just as the thunder of his daughter’s footsteps rumbles back into the room.

Tonight, he breathes, slicking some of the hair from his face.

You grin, taking his hand to pull yourself back up.

Sarah materializes in the doorway, a lingering half-girl. Smiling from behind the frame, twisting the ball of her foot into the floor.

“Hi, Duck,” Joel says, still playing with your fingers.

“Hi.”

“You look guilty.”

Her grin widens. She totters into the room, launches herself onto the bed, and nuzzles into your side. She squirms when Joel digs his fingers into her waist.

The beats of her laughter drum against your ribs, the same way her fists used to when she lived inside you.

“Alright.” You cradle her, her little head tipping back to wake the rest of Austin up with her squeals of glee. “Are we ready for some actual food, now?”

Joel chuckles, reaching for his mug.

Sarah nods from your lap. Her eyes drift down to the print on your tee. “Mama?”

“Mhm?”

“Do they like jellybeans?”

You frown. “Does who like jellybeans?”

Her finger prods lightly into your tummy. “The baby.”

Joel chokes, splattering coffee into his fist. He slams the mug down, pounds his chest clear of liquid.

“There’s no – Jesus, Joel,” you swipe mocha flecks from the sheets, “Told Sarah to be careful with her pens and then you spray coffee all over the…”

Sarah rolls off, cackling. “Silly Daddy,” she hoots, leaping on the bedroom floor.

“Hey,” you usher her over to the door, “Why don’t you go pick out what you wanna wear today? I’ll be right behind you. Quit tryna give your dad a heart attack, okay?”

“The baby, Mama,” she’s repeating, walking like a little convict. She turns over the threshold to her room like it’s a cell, her pink pajama uniform and guilty expression to go with it. Still laughing, swallowing the ticklish bursts when she notices you’re shaking your head.

“There is no baby.” You kneel before her, repeating, “No baby. Just you. How about your T-shirt with the butterflies?”

It seems to distract her enough. Thank Christ. She gasps, inspired, and twirls off to find the tee.

“Fucking hell,” you sigh, pushing back to your feet.

Joel’s flapping the sheets when you slip back into your room, still clearing his throat. Half-dressed: a white T-shirt over his broad chest and a pair of black boxers. Soaked hair clinging to the back of his neck and drying in flicks across his forehead.

Jesus, you want to pull him back over you and let him have his way.

You close the door over and spin, hands on your hips. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Me?” he croaks. “Did you hear what she just said?”

“You’ve known this kid for four years, Joel, you really can’t tell when she’s fucking with you? She’s my kid, keep up.”

“Just seemed an awfully –” he thumps his chest again, “– awfully specific thing to say.”

“She’s in a phase I think,” you reply, catching the pillow he tosses across. “She’s telling stories. Last week, her pre-K teacher congratulated me our supposed wedding. Asked to see pictures of the Mickey Mouse officiant.”

“Jesus,” he grumbles. “She really bought that?”

You mimic the breezy voice: “Sarah was very convincing.”

Joel scoffs. “I don’t know if I can take a lying phase and a copying phase at the same time. Every goddamn word I say, she’s gotta repeat it.”

“She idolizes you,” you straighten the sheets, “I think it’s endearing.”

“Hm. Just wait until it’s you.”

He wanders around the bed, pulls your back against his chest. His arms cross over your tummy, lips pressing into your shoulder where his shirt has slipped.

“How much harder would two be?” he mumbles into the bare skin.

“Two Sarahs?” You scoff.

Joel laughs. “Yeah, you’re right. I forget she runs on chaos and jellybeans.”

“Yup,” you turn in his arms, linking yours behind his neck, “And there ain’t no point in talking about it anyways, because I am not fucking pregnant.”

He rolls his forehead against yours, stealing bristly kisses. “Okay.”

“I’m not, Joel.”

“I believe you, baby.”

Sarah’s bedtime is a liberal eight, eight thirty on weekends. She likes to sit up, lodged between you and Joel on the couch, and help pick the movie you two will watch once she’s in bed.

Once – and only once – Joel tried to fool her by pretending to play her choice, then switching as soon as she went down.

The kid quizzed him on the movie the next morning. He failed. She’s never forgotten.

Tonight, though, Joel’s out. Some game that you know and care too little about sports to learn the name or importance of. He’s with some buddies at the local bar, probably nursing his second beer in as many hours, and counting down the minutes until he can come home to his girls.

Sarah snores soundly, slumped at your side as though butter wouldn’t melt. The flicker from the TV across her face, the gentle mumbling of the voices onscreen. Her hands limp in her lap, fingers idling in a pink snack bowl.

You admire her, stealing a piece of her popcorn. Teeth grinding down when you remember dishing it for her earlier, hearing her curious voice ask whether or not the baby likes popcorn more than jellybeans.

Nope, you sang, tossing a handful in your mouth as you passed her the bowl. Imaginary babies don’t eat popcorn.

She snorted (which unnerved you, because what the fuck is this kid finding so funny?), and followed you to the living room so close that you could feel her toes at your heels.

Some of the kids in her class have siblings. Some older, but mostly younger. It’s the only fucking explanation, the only thing that explains this sudden interest in the real estate of your uterus.

She’s going through a phase, you tell yourself, suckling on popcorn. But then – how many fucking phases do kids go through? Which phases did you go through?

Barney & Friends. That was a fucking phase. Refusing to leave the house without the hoodie your mom bought you from the Museum of Natural History, even in the height of summer. Ketchup and broccoli, your boyfriend at seventeen, frisbeeing your neighbor’s newspaper and aiming for his flowerpots.

Phase, phase, fucking phase.

Does she know something you don’t?

…No. You took a test just last week. Shut up. Stop letting the kid into your fucking head.

Joel’s keys jangle on the other side of the door, shunting into the lock with a sound which stills your brain.

You tilt your head over the back of the couch, your man’s beard tickling your nose as he kisses you. “Evening.”

“Missed you,” he whispers against your lips. He straightens and tugs the jacket from his shoulders. “She not in bed yet?”

“She fell asleep down here,” you reply. “I got too tired to carry her up.”

He caresses your forehead, big pillowy palm. “You feelin’ okay?”

“It’s been a long day,” you grumble.

Joel smiles. He flops down onto the couch beside you, reaching over to stroke Sarah’s head.

You roll, solid as a rock, curling into his side. “She keeps saying it, Joel. She keeps fucking saying it.”

His chest jumps, tectonic plates moving with a laugh. “You’ve met your match, honey. Produced a professional little shit.”

“One of the other moms from her class is pregnant,” you mumble. “That’s gotta be it, right? That’s where she’s getting it from?”

“Maybe,” Joel muses. His fingers link with yours. “Why don’t you take a test anyways? Settle it in your mind?”

It startles you awake, even if only enough to prove the fucking point.

“No, Joel!” you hiss, body jerking. “If I take a test, and it turns out negative – which it will – she wins! My four-year-old fooled me. No,” you pluck spilled popcorn from your lap, pinging it back into the bowl, “I know this kid. I gave birth to this kid. She is not fucking winning.”

“Alright, baby,” he coos, “it’s okay. I won’t let the four-year-old fool you.”

You glower. “Thanks, asshole.”

He chuckles. “She’d make the best big sister, though. She would,” he insists, when you huff back against his chest. “She’d love being the oldest. Get to be bossy, get to call the shots. Get to protect them, no matter what.”

Your voice feels so small, as inquisitive as your daughter’s when you blink up at him. “Were you protective over Tommy?”

“Oh, yeah. I mean, he was annoying as all hell – and I told him so – but anyone else had anythin’ to say about him, and – well, they had me to deal with.”

“Big scary Joel Miller,” you whisper, yawning into his shirt. “I knew him once.”

“Mhm,” he rumbles, “You sure did.”

You look up again, blinking all doe-eyed and dreamy. Already half-asleep.

“He never scared me,” you whisper.

Joel smiles.

“Well, you scared the hell outta him.”

Saturday morning, you wake to an empty bed. No snoring man, no scribbling girl. Just you – a starfish on the mattress. Bathing in waves of late-morning sun, sheets for coral, body as heavy as though you really are at the bottom of the ocean.

Her giggles carry all the way upstairs. Sarah. They surf into the room on a sunbeam, sounds like bubbles which shatter and sprinkle over your aching body.

You smile into Joel’s pillow, breathing in the smell of him, and peel your eyes open.

It’s ten thirty. Definitely – you blink three times and rub at your eyes, just to make sure. Ten thirty, and something’s swirling behind your navel. Something that sharpens, sours, when you push yourself upright.

“Oh, shit,” you rasp, and throw yourself across the room.

You barely make it, collapsing in a heap at the toilet. Your stomach empties in seconds; three heavy, painful gags and your head is in the bowl, choking on last night’s dinner.

“Motherfucker,” you spit, gasping, “Oh, Jesus.”

You’re sick. You’re just sick. Sarah probably caught something from pre-K, passed it on without even knowing. And, hey – you feel better, now that that happened.

You’re just sick. Nothing else.

“Mornin’,” Joel calls, watching as you stagger into the kitchen.

Sarah mimics his drawl. “Mornin’, Mama.”

“Hi, Duckie.” You crumple into the chair beside her, shoulders hunched. The smell of burnt toast and grape juice twists up your nose, and you suck in a slow breath.

Joel sweeps a hand over your forehead. He tips your jaw up to face him. “You alright? Thought we heard running.”

Sarah rips a slice of toast in two. She stares at the fluffy insides, the jam dripping from the tear. The sight of it lifts the hairs on your skin, the gloopy mess splattering onto her plate.

“Just feel kinda…funny,” you slur, turning away.

“Funny? Funny how?”

“Funny how?” your daughter parrots.

You shrug. Every word, every inhale makes you feel even more nauseous. “Probably just ate something.”

“Heard that one before,” Joel drones, and you throw him a flat look.

Sarah licks the jam from her fingers. She holds her tiny hands up to her dad, snorts when he pretends to bite at them.

“Eat your breakfast, Duckie,” he says then – in his Dad voice. And in something softer, kinder: “Can I make you somethin’?”

You swat the idea away, but it’s already churning in your stomach again. “Just gotta – get over whatever it – is.”

The table falls silent. Joel and Sarah stare blankly at one another. When you turn to look at your daughter, she’s staring straight back. Smirking.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you clip, wincing again at the dribbling jam.

“Alright,” Joel utters, “I think you oughta take a test now.”

“That is not what this is,” you groan, petulantly pushing up from your chair.

He takes your hand, steadying you. “No? I was thinking about it, baby, and I don’t think we’ve been safe enough to be so sure.”

You dump your golden toast in the trash and turn, crossing your arms. Your shoulders lift. “We’re not being any less safe than we have been the last four years.”

“Safe,” Sarah says, and Joel holds a finger up.

“No,” he tells her. “No. Not that word. Go back to funny.”

She beams at him. “You’re funny, Daddy.”

He sighs, pacing over. “Look,” he lowers his plate into the sink, “I’ll take Duckie to the park. Let you rest up, give you a quiet house for the morning. But darlin’, if you’re not better by tonight, you’re takin’ a test.”

You grimace. “But she –”

“I know –” he grits his teeth, “– I know you don’t want her to be right. But I want you to be okay, more ‘n I want to prove my child wrong. Like it or not, you’re taking a damn test.”

Your eyes flit across to the kid swinging her legs in her chair, the splotch of jam down her Peppa Pig T-shirt. Your greatest accomplishment and your biggest challenge, wrapped up into a hundred-centimeter, jellybean-fueled monster.

Her cheeks lift, jam-covered and smug.

“Funny,” Sarah says, nodding.

The afternoon strings the sun high in the sky.

You’ve been home alone for the better part of an hour, busying yourself by cleaning to take your mind off the nausea tugging at your esophagus. Making and remaking beds, folding laundry until your fingers cramp.

Sarah’s room has never been tidier. Joel’s workshop has never seen so little dust. And you have never been more determined to prove your four-year-old wrong.

You’re lingering in the bathroom, the window gaping. Sucking in breath after breath of fresh air – which only serves to tickle the acid burning its way up your throat, entice it further.

You’re emptying the cabinets, reorganizing them into some senseless order. Playing Tetris with boxes of Band-Aids, slotting in tubes of toothpaste. You blindly reach behind your hip for the next box – a nearly empty thing which rattles when you lift it, jitters as though nervous.

You glance down.

“Fuck off,” you hiss, throwing it on the shelf beside some tampons.

It stares back at you, as blinding as the sun. The two display window examples, pregnant and not pregnant, like a wink peering out from the dull cabinet.

Your gums taste of bitter bile, rancid. Teeth furry and aching. Your entire body aches – though nothing quite so bad as the space below your ribs, still tender from all your retching.

Slowly, your hands slip down your front to cup your lower tummy. Rounder than before, suppler – bloated, even.

“’s from all the throwing up,” you tell nobody in particular. Maybe yourself. There’s a desperate edge to your voice, almost a plea.

But then – a plea to who? For what? There was nothing you loved more than carrying Sarah for nine months. Duck. Start saying duck. Baby Duck.

You were never on your own. She was right there. Someone to talk to, someone to complain to. Someone to weep to, in the quietest lulls of night.

Her language came to you as easily as your own. All her kicks and punches, her fucking acrobatics while you tried to sleep. It was love, in its most chaotic form.

And you loved her, the very moment you saw those two lines. The very moment you realized she’d been in there the whole time.

You realize now, squatted on your bathroom floor, that it feels the exact same. A warmth, radiating from your very core, if only you’d pay it enough attention to feel it.

Like there’s someone there. Right there.

“If you’re fucking with me,” you warn your stomach, reaching for the single test, “I will lose my shit.”

Love, in its most chaotic form bursts through your bedroom door no less than half an hour later.

“Hi, Mama!” Sarah sings, tearing through the room with her hands behind her back. Her knees bump against the side of your bed, the air about her summer-warm and pollen-sweet.

“Hi, little Duck,” you mumble, voice swollen. You wipe sleep from your eyes, asking, “How was the park?”

She answers with a wide grin on her face, whipping out a small, shabby bunch of flowers. Dandelions and daisies tangled around one another, loose petals scattering over your bedsheets.

“Oh, baby,” you push yourself up, ignoring the sickly weight in your stomach, “Are these for me?”

She nods. She dusts her hands free of grass when you take the bouquet. And then, as you smell them and hum with delight, she turns.

First, over to the dresser. She stares at her reflection, pokes at some of the makeup on the table. Then over to the window – where her breath fogs the glass. You hear the whack of Joel’s tailgate closing, and she tracks him into the house, before examining the windowsill.

You watch nervously as she drifts back over to the bed, a curious hop to her movements. Inspecting, like she knows there’s something waiting to be found. Someone.

“Did you have fun with Daddy?” you ask.

“Yep,” her small voice says, distant and distracted. She disappears into the dim bathroom.

You slump back down on the mattress, dropping the flowers in a clump on your bedside table. “I don’t even know when I fell asleep, baby girl,” you say through a yawn.

Sarah doesn’t reply.

“Duckie?”

“What’s this?”

You lift your head. “What’s wh…Oh, n-no, Duckie, wait –”

She flees past you, one fist raised and wielding the pregnancy test.

“Sarah! Jesus, fuck –”

You’re chasing after her before you have a chance to consider it – nausea be damned. She’s squealing something, roaring with laughter, blitzing out into the hallway. She swivels, ladders down the stairs backwards, leaps straight into the arms of –

“Christ, Sarah –”

Joel stumbles backwards with the force she throws at him. She’s safe in his arms by the time you reach the top of the stairs, waving the stupid stick around his head like it’s a magic wand.

“Daddy!” Sarah cries.

He glances up to you: hunched over the top step, panting, clutching your stomach. He pinches the test from her grasp. “What do we got here, baby duck?”

She kicks her feet. She has no fucking idea what they have, but she knows you didn’t want her near it – and if you know your kid, you know that’s all the catalyst she needed to fucking take it.

You slowly make your way down towards them, smirk growing the nearer you draw.

Joel glances down to the test. The creases by his eyes deepen. He hugs Sarah closer.

“Two...two means...pregnant, right?” he asks.

You sigh, nodding. “Mhm.”

His head lifts.

He breaks, the second he sees your expression. Eyes glassy, tears spilling onto your cheeks. The same smile you wore that June morning: sleep-deprived and shellshocked, a love pumping through your veins so strong that you thought you might burst with it.

Joel reaches for your hand, reels you in against his body.

“Shit,” he laughs, holding the test up.

Your shaking hands take it from him – though you already knew what it says. You were dreaming of it all when Sarah broke into your room.

Dreaming of linked hands and echoed giggles; of bunkbeds and matching surnames, of all four seats in the truck filled and all four chambers of your heart spoken for.

Dreaming of one on each hip, one in each hand. Dreaming of them tag teaming Joel, of the word kids slung with his southern twang. My kids, the kids, our kids. All ours.

Dreaming of two Sarahs, goddamn it. Because nothing ever completed your life as effortlessly as one Sarah, and – hell, she was born to follow in her dad’s footsteps and become the elder Miller sibling.

“Shit,” you agree, turning to sob into Joel’s chest.

“Duckie,” Joel says, voice hoarse and choked by tears, “You’re gonna be a big sister.”

She giggles, tracing the damp lines down your cheeks. As she reaches your jaw, the elation on her face slowly dwindles into something of a frown.

Your lips part to repeat it – a big sister, Duck – when her tiny voice steals the air from your lungs.

“Shit!”

[girlokwhatever]

based on a request where reader meets kate’s family!

⊹ ࣪ ˖✩°｡🦦*ੈ✩‧₊˚-‘๑ meet the martins,,

kate martin x fem!reader

you were beyond nervous. today was the fateful day where you were meeting kate’s parents for the first time. you knew they’d be welcoming considering how amazing their daughter was, but you didn’t know if you’d be able to impress them enough.

kate asked you to be her girlfriend six months ago. the almost unbearable time before that where you two would flirt until your heads spun was about three months long. you considered yourself the luckiest person in the world to have kate, and vice-versa.

you and kate were about to leave university to spend the weekend in her hometown, lugging your bags into the back of her car. as soon as everything was ready she started the car and drove off, deciding now would be a good time to drop a bomb on you.

“so.. babe,”

“kate..”

“i jus’ wanna let you know my siblings are gonna be there too..”

“okay.. okay. that’s nice. it’s good actually. just knock it all out at once..”

kate smiled over in your direction but you didn’t see it, facing the window as you let out a deep breath. she knows you’re unbelievably nervous because the only person you’ll know there is her, but she knows everyone will love you.

you spend the rest of the car ride trying to relax. you try meditation, deep breathing exercises, and even sleep. your girlfriend says nothing, trying to let you cope with your nerves.

when kate pulls into her childhood home’s driveway you’re sleeping, head and hair pressed gently against the side of the seat. she gently grasps your shoulder and leans in to press a kiss behind your ear, whispering that you’ve both arrived. you wake with a startled expression, disbelief written across your face.

“what?! kate! why didn’t you wake me up earlier, i’m probably a mess right now!”

you’re not mad, just panicking. you try to press your hair back down into place and smooth out your sundress but your frantic attempt doesn’t help you much.

“baby you look amazing, i swear.”

you look at her, slightly pouting at the situation. she seizes the moment, taking the opportunity to press and kiss to your lips. some of your worry slips away with her silent reassurance, feeling more confident and accepting that whatever happens, happens.

suddenly you remember the flowers you bought for her mom, pulling away from your girlfriend to grab them from the backseat. kate said these were her favorites so of course you had to buy some.

“are you ready?”

you nod, feeling some of your anxiety resurfacing. you’re not sure why it was so nerve wracking for you. there have been times in the past when you met your partner’s parents and it never made you feel this way. maybe because kate is the best thing is the best thing that ever happened to you and you never want to lose her.

as soon as kate knocks the door swings open, revealing both of her parents. her mom is smiling wide at you and her dad is too, beer in hand. you don’t miss the loud thudding of steps from her siblings either, both of them greeting you with similar smiles.

“okay guys, you don’t have to stand and stare like robots.” she’s joking, pulling her mom and dad in for a hug all at once. her sister kennedy pulls you inside as she introduces herself but you’ve heard so much about her from kate you feel like you’ve known her all your life.

“everyone, this is my wonderful girlfriend, please don’t suffocate her while i go get our stuff from the car.”

“oh kate, i can help you-”

her mother touches your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks in your pursuit to follow kate. “trevor can help kate, you stay here. you’re our guest!”

kate rubs her hand on your back before she departs. she’s giving you this ‘just relax’ look, so you really try. it’s not difficult to think that this is where kate grew up, baby pictures and her warm vanilla scent lingers everywhere.

once you snap back to reality, kate’s mom is looking at you so genuinely and with so much certainty you feel as though this is already your family. you feel bad watching trevor leave but he doesn’t seem to mind at all, helping ease your conscious. this house feels so familiar to you, almost as if kate embodies this space she grew up in. loving, accepting, cherishing, and sweet.

“oh! i bought these for you. kate said they were your favorite.”

you hold the flowers in her direction, watching her face light up as if she hadn’t noticed them until now. you all drift to the kitchen as she thanks you, getting out a vase to set them in. she’s bubbly, smile wide and cheeks a perfect shade of pink you recognize from kate.

they’re all so welcoming to you, patting you on the back and squeezing your shoulders every so often. their aura exudes love and positivity, spreading into your bones and helping you sink into the moment. all your worry is left behind, pure excitement taking over at the prospect of the rest of your weekend here.

a few hours later you’re all sitting outside on the back patio. you’re in kate’s arms laying on the couch, her parents sitting across you both, and trevor and kennedy in two lounge chairs.

kate places her chin on the top of your head, wanting to engulf your entire being. the sight of you laughing and making jokes with her closest family melts her heart. she admires every single second you spend just laughing at something someone said, feeling as though you were meant to be here in this moment.

you’re all mid laugh after kennedy recalls a high school basketball fail memory when her eyes widen, gasping loud and holding back a laugh.

“did kate tell you- oh my goodness. did kate tell you she used to have the most aggressive side part ever?!”

kate’s eyes widen at the exposure, face turning red when she tries covering your ears even though she already knows you’ve heard it already. your jaw goes slack because you had no idea, and think it’s absolutely hilarious.

“what?! no! i had no idea! she never said anything.”

“really kate? you’ve never shown her a high school photo?” her mom speaks through laughs, kate’s face and the reveal stuck in her mind.

“oh my god- was this a whole high school career thing?”

“yes! at least five years, i’m surprised it didn’t get stuck that way.”

everyone’s in on the conversation now and the inside joke begins to form. even with her embarrassment, kate doesn’t mind much because it’s you, joking with her family. she’d go through a million moments like this if it meant bringing you closer with the people she loves most.

through the hysteria, kate meets her mom’s eyes. the approving smile is present, a silent ‘you got a good one’ look that tells kate all she needs to know. of course she was certain her family would love you, but she didn’t know it’d be so easy, all the pieces falling into place. kate smiles back, trying to burn this memory into her mind forever.

after dark everyone’s drifting back inside and bidding trevor and kennedy goodbye. you hug them both, telling them how amazing you think they are and you’re really happy to have met them. they tell you the same, especially kennedy who sneaks in a joke about how you’re her ‘future sister.’ your heart stutters at that, the idea of being kate’s wife giving you butterflies in your stomach.

it’s when kate places her hand in yours and guides you to her bedroom that her mom really knows. with absolute confidence she knows how deeply in love her daughter is with you. she knows kate has found her soulmate from the way she’s always watching over you, making sure you’re alright. it’s mother’s intuition, she just knows.

kate hands you your towel, kissing your forehead as you exit the shower and she takes your place. you’re brushing your hair when she asks you how you feel about her family.

“i really love them kate. they’re all so sweet and funny. they really were so welcoming.”

“yeah, i can tell everyone really likes you.”

it makes you feel good to hear to say that, like it’s an official welcome into her family. and it means everything to you, knowing how much family means to kate. knowing she brought you here to see where she grew up and who she grew up with.

“i’ll be right back kate, i left my socks in your room.”

“okay! i love you!” her voice fades as you walk out, shouting out a quick ‘i love you’ back. because you really do love her, more than anything.

you’re searching through your bag when you hear a gentle knock on the open door, turning to see kate’s mom jill.

“hey! is everything okay?”

“oh yeah, everything great. i just wanted to tell you it was really amazing to meet you. you’re a wonderful girl, and i can tell kate really loves you,” her voices lowers a bit as she speaks again, “y’know, kate’s never really had a serious girlfriend, you’re the first girl she’s ever brought home. i know she’s happy with you, so thank you for being so good to her. and you’re welcomed here anytime.”

you’re at a loss for words, thankful for the praise and slightly shocked by the news that kate hasn’t ever brought a girl home. you and kate never discussed dating history in detail and it didn’t matter to you. it still doesn’t. your heart pounds and warms your body, flustered because of how well jill thinks of you.

“well, thank you for having me. i really appreciate how welcoming everyone was today, it means a lot. i really feel happy here and hopefully we’ll get to come back soon.”

her mom smiles and nods, kissing your cheek as she says goodnight to you. the whole interaction is almost surreal. your love for kate grows impossibly larger knowing that the love you two share is so easy to notice.

your girlfriend walks into her room and spots you, picking you up bridal-style before laying down in bed. you straddle her, eyes gleaming at her big silly grin. she reaches for you hands and kisses them repeatedly, closing her eyes and melting into the touch.

“i love you so much, never wanna be without you.”

“i never want to be without you either,” you’re leaning down, kissing her skin wherever you feel it. she’s warm and soft from the shower, skin smooth and perfect for leaning into.

“i want to marry you.”

“kate, don’t say those things.”

your heart pounds for what feels like the millionth time that day, not sure if she’s saying it just because of the heat of the moment. either way, you know with absolute certainty that you would want to marry her too and if she asked you’d say yes.

“why not? i mean it. i want to marry you.” and she’s not lying, she really does mean it. with the deepest parts of her soul she means it and knows it’s true. she thinks she’ll buy you and ring the second she gets back to iowa, feeling a sudden urgency to bond your love.

“i want to marry you too.”

you both stare at each other wordlessly, the only thing existing between you is the love you share. she kisses you again and again, feeling that if she doesn’t you’ll just disappear because you’re too good to be true. she holds you tighter because she fears you might vanish or realize you don’t actually want this.

but you do. you both do. you’ll always love kate even in death, wherever that may take you. you know that for certain, just as certain as kate is about her love and adoration for you.

“mrs. martin. i like that.”

“for you or me?”

“for us. i want to be with you forever, future mrs. martin.”

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GUYS I REALLY LIKE THIS. i want to turn it into a little series of reader and kate’s future (wedding, kids, etc.)

WHAT DO YOU THINK

[astraystayyh]

this is a brainrot induced by the lovely @lino-nyangi saying that hyunjin would draw your henna for you ;-;-; this is also for all my homesick people because hyunjin would SO make efforts to understand ur culture and love u better. enjoy reading and happy eid again hehe <3

homesickness is a ruthless guest.

it comes at announced times, suddenly barging into your house and tearing away the warmth you’ve painstakingly guarded, worn hands and battered palms— bleeding wounds that can only be healed at home.

it leaves you dazed in its wake, surrounded by barren walls and a bed that doesn’t feel like your own, adrift in an endless sea, with no shore in sight.

its presence looms heavier during holidays, when visions of what could have been dance tantalizingly before your eyes—you amidst laughter and chatter that speaks to your inner child. but instead, you are consumed by a terrible ache, bones longing for an unattainable home and its traditions.

these are the thoughts hyunjin finds you drowning in, head buried deep into your pillow in a futile attempt to disappear completely— you hope the universe would mistake you for an inanimate object and pass your sadness to an unsuspecting soul.

your boyfriend just got out of his shower, late into the night, droplets of water running down his neck, tracing the contours of his bluish veins. a cloud of vanilla and wood follows him around as he walks over to your bed, clad in a plain white shirt and a pair of black shorts. your favorite.

“hi,” he grins and the weight in your heart dissolves a bit before the sun.

“hey baby—” your words are cut off as he slides his arms underneath your legs, effortlessly picking you up bridal style.

“what are you doing?” you giggle, entwining your hands behind his neck, a gesture as natural as a waterfall current.

“carrying my princess.”

“and where to?”

“you’ll see,” he smiles secretly as he pushes open the door to his art studio. his body shields your view of the inside, not that you dare look anywhere but his angelic face— you are but a captive to the softening of his eyes, filled with unspoken adoration, for you.

he brushes the faintest kiss against your forehead, before lowering you to the ground, stepping aside quietly.

“what’s this?” you ask bewildered, as your eyes take in the new addition to his studio— a small white table with two tiny chairs on opposite sides of it, and on its surface, cinnamon candles and rose petals. but your eyes remain elsewhere, drawn to the sight of a syringe and near it, a very familiar henna paste.

“i knew you were bummed because you wouldn’t be able to put on henna,” he inches closer to you, placing his chin on the small of your shoulder. “so, i practiced.”

the breath refuses to escape your lungs, your response materializing into ropes wrapping around your throat. your next question is tinted with a child-like curiosity, but you must hear the answer stumbling from his lips.

“for me?” you say. you made time, for me? he hears.

“of course, i’d do anything for you,” he says earnestly, simply, placing a small kiss on your erratic pulse, the one that’s right beneath your jaw. your heart stops then resumes its course— it does not wish to part from your body and leave hyunjin behind.

“so,” he clears his throat, pulling you gently to your seat. “i had to do extensive research. i kept looking up designs but everything looked so cute so i asked your mom which one you’d love best.”

he lights up the candles one by one. their warmth finds a singular home within your cold soul.

“and i couldn’t let you know i was doing this, so i kept going to chan’s dorm to practice,” he fills up the syringe naturally, squeezing a bit of henna into a napkin to test it out.

“but then i needed a real life model,” he grabs your hand gently, placing it atop his warm, large palm. “so, i convinced changbin to model for me. and i had to give up terrible terrible things to get him to agree,” he whispers in horror, and you giggle, your laughter winning before your tears.

“he actually really liked it,” he smiles softly, his eyes never parting from your hand, “so i kept trying other designs on all the boys. they just wiped them quickly after so it wouldn’t stain,” he explains and you feel the knot in your throat tighten even more— it twists and twists and with it so does your heart.

it’s quiet after that, as hyunjin’s eyebrows knit together in utter concentration, as though tasked with protecting a fragile vase amidst a terrible earthquake.

he’s a vision of love as he draws delicate flower patterns on the canvas of your hand. as his tongue peeks out to press against his cheek in concentration, making sure every petal is perfectly crafted.

he’s a vision of home as his brows furrow into that distinctive expression of disdain he reserves for everything that falls short of his standards. his eyes are apologetic as they flee to yours before he quickly wipes away the design, starting over yet again.

hyunjin did not intuitively fit into your culture. he wasn’t a pair of gloves perfectly stitched after your fingers and everything they carried from back home.

but he has always tried to understand— when he scoured the city to find the best restaurant serving your native cuisine, when he spoke sentences in your language that he learned in secret. and although his tongue breaks, he tries, again and again, to understand, to get closer to you, to bridge gaps created by a past he did not exist in, so he’d know you better in a future he chose to love.

“do you like it?” he asks, and it is the nervous look on his face that breaks you— the way he fiddles with his lower lip, cheeks coated in pink, head tilting slightly to press against his shoulder blade.

your tears fall like a torrent as your free hand cradles his face, the kiss is salty as you move your lips against his own. “thank you, my angel. you are my home.”

he’d ask you again if you liked it, when he’s done drying your tears, skillfully mending the fractures in your heart. you’d say yes as your eyes take in the intricate flowers, the sheer artistry that can only spill from a soul as talented as his own.

you’ll like it more the next morning when you’ll wake up to a disheveled hyunjin, eyes puffy chasing away a clinging sleep to inspect your henna and see if it remained intact. you’ll love it when his lips will brush delicately against your palm, imprinting kisses across every inch of your tatted skin.

you’ll love it even more when he’ll draw your henna the night of your wedding, skillfully hiding his initials within the scattered petals, the very way you carry his name eternally within the chambers of your heart.

[jgracie]

MOM (BOY)FRIEND

masterlist | rules

❝ gn!reader x jason?? maybe reader js git back from a dangerous quest & jason has that motherly worry ❞ — @saph-nic

in which jason's notorious for being the mom friend. that energy happens to double when you're dating him

pairing jason grace x gn!reader

warnings jasons worried you died for a second

If there’s one thing Jason Grace is known for, it’s definitely being the mom friend. Ever since your days on the Argo II, he never failed to check up on those he loved, making sure they ate balanced meals and slept an adequate amount. Since you’re his partner, that energy would always multiply when he happened to be dealing with you.

So, when the oracle prophesied that you had to go on an incredibly dangerous quest, with emphasis on the fact that you had to go alone, Jason couldn’t help but worry. He knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, having seen it himself when he’d go on quests with you, but he still liked to be there just in case. 

The night before your quest, Jason had shown up at your cabin with a backpack in hand. You, of course, let him in, careful not to wake any of your siblings as you led him past all the clutter on the floor. Sitting him down on your bed, you let him walk you through everything he’d packed for you, knowing it’d make him feel better since some piece of him would still be with you.

“That’s really sweet of you, Jase, thank you,” you said, giving him a warm smile and ruffling his hair. That night, he took you by the hand and walked you to his cabin, not wanting to let you out of his sight until the very last second.

One month. You’ve been gone for one month. Every zeptosecond (I didn’t know this was a thing until writing this?!) you weren’t in his arms had his concerns doubling. Jason had double, triple and quadruple checked with Nico that you were still alive, and when the boy had gotten sick of him, he started asking Hazel instead. 

“Jason, they’re alive, I promise,” Hazel said, trying not to snap at him. She felt bad, anyone would be worried if the person they held dearest had been on a quest all alone for a month, with no word of their safety whatsoever. Jason blushed, suddenly feeling awfully bad for putting her through this. 

Making her way over to him, Hazel put a gentle hand on his shoulder, “they’ll come back, trust me,” she said, her face full of confidence. Jason took a deep breath, realising Hazel was right. If you were here right now, you would’ve told him he couldn’t get rid of you that easily.

It was almost as if the universe had finally listened to his prayers, “they’re back!” A girl Jason recognised to be from Tyche’s cabin said, running towards him. She took a second to breathe, then elaborated, “Y/N’s back, they’re in the infirmary doing the–” before the girl could even finish her sentence, Jason had left.

What were you doing in the infirmary? Did you break a bone? Were you poisoned? Were you dead?

Barging into the infirmary and nearly colliding with one of the healers, Jason scanned the room for you. Once he caught a glimpse of your hair, he ran to the cot you were in and engulfed you in the most affectionate hug you’ve ever received, “Jason! I missed you too, but you gotta let me breathe, babe,” you said, giggling. Your giggling quickly stopped when you took in the sight of Jason. He seemed to be quite distressed, to say the least.

“Are you alright?” You asked, your voice going up an octave out of concern. You watched as your boyfriend inspected you for any signs of pain.

“No, my love, are you alright?” He asked, “what’re you doing here? What happened on that quest? Who hurt you?” Jason would’ve continued questioning you if it weren’t for Will Solace walking in.

Clipboard in hand, Will took a couple notes (and pretended to ignore Jason looking over his shoulder) before smiling at you and saying, “all good, you just need to sign here!” Then, to Jason, “Y/N was just having a post-quest checkup, nothing super serious. It’s a system I decided to implement recently in case of any asymptomatic diseases.”

You tried not to laugh as Jason’s ears began to turn red, a tell-tale sign of his embarrassment. As soon as you handed him the now signed infirmary slip, Will left, knowing you needed a moment alone. The air around you was silent for a little bit before you said, “hey, that was really cute of you, Jason.” 

The boy in question, who was currently seated with his head in his hands, looked up at you and breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that you really were fine and he wasn’t just hallucinating it all. He made his way over to you and took your hands in his, immediately beginning to rub circles in them with his thumbs, “I was really worried when I found out you were here. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N” 

You looked down at your interlocked hands, then up at Jason, and at that moment, he already knew what you were going to say, “hey, you can’t get rid of me that easily!” Other people might have found Jason’s actions overbearing, but you thought it was endearing. Their opinions didn’t matter anyway, he was your mom boyfriend after all

[sanskari-kanya]

Guess who got 30/30 on her finals’ viva 😭💃

It was the biggest adventure of my goddamn life.

The viva was scheduled at 3 pm today so I was pretty chill. I was like okay I’ll do the hardest ones till late night, grab some good sleep and wake up a little early to revise the rest.

But my university sent a mail at 10:30 pm, saying ✨surprise motherfuckers, the time is changed to 9:30 am, all the best insufferable freshers✨

Post this mail, I had made peace in accepting that I aint gonna get any sleep tonight and I had to revise 4 subjects till 8 am (minus 30 minutes to get my boogie ass ready because I will never enter the uni looking like crap and 30 more minutes to reach the university)

I started studying around 12 am because all we did was cuss the fuck out of the university and exam managers for a bloody 1.5 hours.

Considering my attention span, my study session lasted for approximately 15 minutes before I opened Pinterest and keep scrolling mindlessly until it was suddenly 2 am 🤩. Then I went for a mindless walk around the hostel, disturbed my bf for a good 15 minutes, and realised he wasn’t giving me any attention because he actually studies and uski fati padi thi so I came back in my room and re-started studying. It continued till 5 am (paired with stress eating, gossiping, watching a documentary)

THEN, I ACCIDENTALLY FELL ASLEEP AT 5 AM AND WOKE UP AT 8 AM!?!? I had to leave at 9 am so there was no bloody chance of revising Histology and Radiology that I very confidently left for the morning 🤗 I left the house at 9 and kept a ppt of histological slides open on my phone so I could at least revise SOMETHING.

If this drama was not enough, here is more :

Me and my friend had decided to pair up for the viva but some dude mishandled the list and jumbled the numbers and I had to beg my classmate to go with a random dude so me and bestie could go tgt.

As I was about to enter the viva room, a physical fight broke pit between two students and my examiner walked out to stop the fight and never returned.

I confidently wrong answered a sub question and made the doctor believe that I was right cus I answered everything else too. 10 in Anatomy ✅

Manually picked the harder examiner for Histology because bestie shat in anatomy so I wanted her to score in Histology with the easier examiner. My reactions to the first two questions- ✨ma’am I don’t know✨ and she was glaring me so bad I cannot explain y’all but then by god’s grace, she asked me more questions (redemption arc) that I answered but she gave me 7.5 so I was like okay, I did shit in the beginning so-

Next was physiology and if y’all weren’t aware of my bad reputation with the professor (George), well now you are 🤗 But then I again had a choice to choose my examiner and I chose my favourite teacher from last semester and George was like ✨why are you not sitting with me huh✨ in the most sarcastic tone ever like i would ever voluntarily chose you , kind sir.

End result, I scored full in physiology too which just proves that my physiology wasn’t a problem, George was the problem!

Last was Radiology. I was scared for my life since I slept and didn’t revise radiology AT ALL. But the examiner was impressed by my marks and gave me 2.5 🙂‍↕️

Now if that still wasn’t enough adventure for you, let me introduce you to my bad math skills. 7.5 in Histology + 2.5 in radiology makes 10 which meant I had scored 30/30 but my dumbass forgot math and thought I scored only 27.5 and went out a little sad.

Then a senior dude asked me how was it and I was like ‘Accha tha bas muje ek baat bata histology ke liye maximum kitna hota hai?’ And he was 7.5 and then it hit me ‘Oh bhaiii fir toh muje full mile hai’ 😭😭😭

I’m never forgetting this day. I narrated this entire thing to my mom twice, once to bf, a 30 min voice note to @hum-suffer and now on tumblr.

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 51

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

Words: 5K

Masterlist

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Saturday, February 13; 09:00 AM - Hotel

Lying in the hotel bed, I enjoy the kisses and cuddles Lucy is giving me. We’ve been lounging in bed for a good half hour now. Neither of us has found the courage to get out.

“So, snowmobiling is on the agenda for today?” I ask her between kisses.

“Yeah. We’ll go up the mountain. There’s a little village. You’ll see, the scenery is amazing. You’re going to love it.”

“It’s already beautiful here. We’re surrounded by mountains.”

“It’s even more beautiful up there, trust me.”

I smile as she trails her fingers across my belly. It’s bare, the fabric she pulled up earlier exposing it. She wanted to check the state of my bruises. They’re not very pretty, but I’m glad they’re starting to fade. It was about time, especially since I’m not in as much pain anymore.

“We’ll have to get up,” I say.

“I know.”

Last night, after dinner, we arranged to meet at the restaurant at ten. We had just finished the debriefing where everyone shared what they wanted to do this week. Jenni volunteered to organize the activities since she had been here before. Nothing was planned in advance, but we promised to do as much as possible. Everyone preferred to plan day by day, which is better since we’ll never know in advance what state we’ll be in. That’s why we’re starting with a late wake-up, as requested by some who love to sleep in. The idea was agreed upon after Aitana suggested we have brunch and skip lunch. I groan as I feel Lucy getting out of bed. She smiles at me in a strange way.

“What’s up?”

“There’s something I’d really like to do this week.”

“What’s that?”

“The big bathtub in the bathroom has been calling to me since yesterday.”

Her suggestion intrigues me in an odd way. I’m afraid I know what she’s hinting at. The bathtub is indeed large and could easily fit both of us. There are even jets, like in jacuzzis, that we could probably turn on.

“Before you panic, it’s not about rushing things, but... I’d like us to do couple things this week, you know? This is probably the best time to deepen our intimate relationship. We might not have time to do the same on our next vacation before the big stress of your exams.”

I sigh and nod. I know exactly what she means. Next week will likely be devoted to my studies and my brother if my mom agrees to let him come. Lucy has agreed to host him if my mom gives the okay. Then classes will resume. I’ll have a break in April, but I doubt it’ll be very restful between Easter and preparing for my exam in May.

“Okay, why not,” I say nervously.

“We don’t have to be naked if the idea makes you uncomfortable,” Lucy adds. “We can wear our swimsuits.”

A smile forms on her lips as the pressure I was feeling suddenly dissipates. This way, the idea seems much more appealing. I’m glad I listened to her and brought my swimsuit after all. Maybe she had planned this bath from the start. If I’m honest with myself, it’s something I’ve always wanted to do with someone. My last shared baths were either in childhood or with Joan. While still intimate, it’s a different kind of experience.

“I’d really enjoy that.”

“Cool,” she says, excited. “We’ll do it after a tiring day.”

I giggle and nod. I have no doubt we’ll have plenty of those in the coming week. Nothing has been planned in advance, but in the snow, I don’t think activities will be lacking.

“We could also go to the hotel pool sometime,” I suggest. “You told me there was one, and it was nice.”

“We will, don’t worry,” she smiles. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower.”

She kisses me before locking herself in the bathroom. I groan as I hide under the covers. I’ve never had a life as perfect as this. It makes me realize that my happiness revolves entirely around Lucy. Without her, I’d be nothing. I owe her everything. I pull the covers off due to lack of air and decide to get up too. I quickly choose my clothes before she returns. I decided to borrow one of Lucy’s black sweatshirts. I hope she won’t mind. I also took a turtleneck to layer up since I’m still not used to the cold. For the bottom, I opted for jeans. Lucy comes out a few minutes later, wrapped only in a towel.

“I forgot my clothes,” she explains. “The bathroom’s all yours.”

“T-thanks...”

I hurry to escape the sight of her beautiful athletic body. Why couldn’t I inherit that from my dad? He was well-built too, considering his job. I shower quickly without washing my hair, then get ready. The sweatshirt fits me perfectly. It’s a bit loose, but I guess Lucy wears it that way. Good, because I don’t like tight clothes. I finish applying mascara and fix my hair to make it look decent.

“Looks like being late isn’t your thing anymore,” Lucy comments when I return.

“Apparently not,” I reply with a smile.

“Does my sweater suit you?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve been looking for it everywhere. I thought I’d lost it because of you.”

“Oh... Sorry. Do you want it back? I can wear something else if you want.”

“It’s fine, Ona,” she giggles, placing her hands on my waist. “It’s actually nice seeing you in my clothes.”

She murmurs against my lips before kissing me tenderly. I practically melt under her touch. I deepen our kiss, which warms me up quickly. So quickly that I force myself to pull away a little too abruptly.

“Sorry...”

I feel uneasy. I’ve never stopped one of our kisses before. Of course, I’ve been hesitant about some of her advances, but never a kiss that was a bit too intense.

“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about,” she says softly, caressing my cheek.

“You have too much of an effect on me,” I half-joke.

“Glad to hear it,” she chuckles. “It’s okay, alright?”

I bite my lip and nod. She’s so sweet to me. She smiles before kissing my forehead. I close my eyes, appreciating the contact. I hate that I’m so nervous about such simple things.

“Let’s go. We’re going to show Jenni that we can be the first ones downstairs.”

I laugh as I follow her to the door. It’s a little before ten when we arrive at the restaurant, holding hands. We’re indeed the first ones at the table from yesterday. We take our seats and wait for the others to arrive.

“The wake-up call must have been tough for some. Don’t you think?”

“Oh yeah,” I giggle.

I can already imagine what Mapi must have looked like upon waking up. She’s never been much of a morning person. Kind of like me, actually. I wasn’t before my new routine. I guess her friends must be the same if she’s asking me.

“Was your routine different before I arrived at school?” I ask curiously.

“A bit,” she admits. “I used to wake up at five-thirty and go to bed a little after ten.”

“Ouch. You’re crazy!”

“A little, I admit. I sleep more now, but I liked having peace for my runs,” she shrugs.

“Waking up at five-thirty definitely gives you that. Speaking of running... I’d like to start again. If you’re up for it, of course.”

A sly smile spreads across her lips. I bite my lip as I feel her hand on my thigh. She leans in slowly, as if trying to unsettle me, which she does perfectly. My cheeks flush.

“Is there a particular reason for this decision, Princess?”

“I don’t know... To spend time together...?”

My excuse is not at all convincing, and she knows it by the way she laughs.

- "You hate running. Be honest, please," she insisted with an even bigger smile.

- "You know why..."

- "I want to hear you say it."

- "You're really mean."

- "It's not mean," she giggled. "Come on, tell me."

- "Alright," I cleared my throat. "Maybe because I want to stay in shape? That's how you say it, right?"

She started laughing, making me feel even more uncomfortable. It's so embarrassing for me to talk to her about this. I want to get back into shape partly because of her, but also for myself. I’ve never felt completely comfortable in my own skin, and she seems amused by it.

- "You're perfect just the way you are, my love. You don’t need any ‘maintenance,’" she teased, miming air quotes. "And that’s your girlfriend talking."

I can't quite describe how I feel right now. She never uses pet names, and here she’s giving me a whole sentence’s worth. I must be as red as a tomato by now.

- "We’ll find other ways to spend time together. You have your activities, and I have mine. It’s like if I told you I wanted you to help me paint a picture."

- "That’s not the same," I chuckled.

- "Yes, it is. We’re both disasters in each other’s hobbies."

- "Alright… I get it," I mumbled.

- "You're beautiful, never doubt that. I’ll be here to remind you if you do."

I took a deep breath and nodded, then leaned in to kiss her. She’s so patient with me, it makes me want to open up even more. We picked up where we left off with our earlier kiss, and this time, I didn’t pull away. It felt like I was rediscovering her lips, her mouth, her tongue... Unfortunately, a throat-clearing interrupted us, forcing us to part reluctantly.

- "Well, things are heating up here!"

I didn’t need to look to know who it was—only my best friend would make such a comment. She sat down across from us, grinning widely. I raised an eyebrow just as Lucy draped her arm over my shoulders.

- "Here or in your bed last night?"

My girlfriend’s question wiped the smile right off her face, while Ingrid laughed beside her.

- "Is it that obvious?" Mapi asked.

I was initially taken aback by her response, but quickly started to laugh, realizing who I was talking to. My God, I can't believe it! They’ve been together for less time than us and already spent the night together. I’m not surprised by Mapi, though. When we were together, she was ready pretty quickly, unlike me. Despite her open-mindedness, she seemed embarrassed at being caught so easily by my girlfriend’s joke.

- "No, b-but—"

- "Stop. You’re not convincing anymore," Lucy laughed.

I joined in, seeing the pouty face she made. Meanwhile, Ingrid didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed by the conversation. She just smiled, patting my best friend’s shoulder as she crossed her arms.

- "Well, we’re consenting adults after all!" she replied, no longer trying to hide.

- "Now that you know how our night went, how was yours?" Ingrid asked us.

- "Not much different from any other night together," I replied.

- "We’re pretty patient," Lucy added with a hint of humor.

I bit my lip, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. She seemed totally relaxed about the subject, unlike me. Yet, I enjoy every night I spend with Lucy, especially last night when we stayed up late watching a movie and cuddling. It was the first time we were free from obligations. We’re settling into habits, like how it’s usually Lucy who holds me in her arms. It happens the other way around sometimes, but it’s rarer. What troubles me is not knowing how long Lucy will be okay with this pace. I know she’ll never pressure me, but she might expect more in a few months, and I hope I’ll be ready for her by then. These thoughts occupied me as our table gradually filled up. Everyone seemed in a good mood, despite the fact that waking up must have been harder for some. Like me, the excitement of the day must be taking over. Our breakfast was cheerful, with Lucy’s friends welcoming Mapi, Alexia, and me as if we’d always been part of their group. I indulged in a real feast, starting with my usual hot chocolate and a pastry. Since we’re skipping lunch, I also had two slices of toast with jam and Nutella, and I couldn’t resist taking some fruit salad after seeing Lucy’s. My choices seemed meager compared to her balanced meal. I can see now how she maintains that dream body. Maybe I should reconsider my diet before thinking about exercising. During the meal, I learned that Ale had never really hung out with this group. Lucy was partly to blame, as she didn’t want to mix her private life with work. It’s ironic now that we’re together. Maybe our situation made her reconsider hers. In any case, I’m glad she’s here for this trip. Alexia has become a great friend, and I really like her. It was a little after ten-thirty when we decided to leave. No one was in a rush, which was good. After all, we’re on vacation.

- "Alright, let’s meet downstairs in ten minutes, okay?" Caroline asked.

- "Yeah. That’s enough time to gear up," Ingrid replied.

- "I made reservations for the snowmobiles," Jenni announced. "We’ll have to pick up the keys. I got five since there are ten of us. Does that work for everyone?"

No one had any objections. We’d be two per vehicle, which was fine by me. I wasn’t sure I knew how to drive one of those things, so I was glad to be with Lucy, who probably knew how it worked. We split up to head back to our rooms, agreeing to meet at the reception in an hour.

- "Did you put anything under your jeans?" she asked me when we got to our room.

- "No, why?"

- "I recommend wearing tights or leggings. It’s really cold outside. We’re in the negatives, so you’ll freeze if you stay like that."

I grumbled, but her advice was sound. I took off my jeans as she suggested and sat on the bed. I waited while Lucy rummaged through our closet. She finally handed me a pair of leggings and some joggers that were clearly wider than the jeans I’d chosen that morning.

- "Here, put these on too."

She handed me some snow boots. It seemed she knew how to gear up better than I did. She must have packed for both of us when she did her luggage. She sat next to me to put on hers.

- "Did you buy these just for me?" I asked, surprised.

- "No, they’re my old pair," she smiled. "They’ll do for this trip. I knew you wouldn’t think of this sort of thing. I didn’t either the first few times I encountered snow."

- "Oh... I thought you just assumed I was forgetful."

- "You *are* forgetful," she giggled. "But it’s adorable. I’ve always loved that about you."

- « That’s not really a good quality… »

«  Who said it had to be? Perfect people are boring. I had a girlfriend who thought she was perfect and knew everything. Believe me, every moment I spent with her was dull," she said, getting up. 

- I guess all that’s left is for me to distract you with my flaws.

- I guess so, she laughs, zipping up her jacket.

I put on mine and grab my gloves. I’d better not wear them yet; otherwise, I won’t be able to do anything.

- I feel like I’ve gained ten pounds with all these layers of clothes, I say, looking at myself.

- Trust me, you’ll be glad you’re dressed like that once we’re outside.

- No doubt about that.

I’ll be glad when we get there because I’m starting to feel warm with all these clothes. We tidy up the clothes lying around before heading back downstairs. Once again, we’re the first to arrive, but Jenni and Alexia quickly join us. Lucy leaves me to go with Jenni to the counter to get the keys. I smile at Alexia as she comes over to keep me company. She gives me a playful nudge.

- So, how’s it going with the Commander?

I smile, glancing over at Lucy, who’s talking to the young receptionist from yesterday. The poor guy looks super uncomfortable, and I can understand why. Lucy always has an impressive presence, no matter who she’s talking to. I nod to Ale and shift my gaze back to her.

- Yeah... More than well.

- If anyone had told me one day that the great Bronze would be dating a student, I’d have laughed out loud... But I’m happy for you; you deserve it. She seems like a good person, against all odds.

- She is. She helps me with a lot of things.

No one has ever understood me like she does, and never, ever, has anyone stood up to me the way she does. She opened my eyes, and now she’s the person who knows me best. I want to share all this with Ale, but I don’t say anything. Lucy is different from the others, and I intend to keep her to myself.

- Well, ladies, why the long faces?

Mapi comes between us, putting her arms around our shoulders.

- If anyone had told me I’d be here with you in a place and situation like this, I wouldn’t have believed it, she comments.

I guess everyone is thinking the same thing. I watch as Lucy walks over to us with a smile. She dangles some keys on her fingertips as she reaches me. I try to grab them, but she closes her hand around them.

- Not so fast, she smiles.

- Can I drive? I ask.

- Hmm... she pretends to think about it. No.

- Please!

I jump up to try and grab the keys, but Lucy laughs and keeps them out of my reach.

- Do you even know how to drive one of these things?

- Well... no. But it can’t be that hard...

- You think so? She raises an eyebrow.

- Teach me then, I pout. I heard you’re a good teacher.

- We’ll see, she laughs. Come on, get geared up so we can go outside.

I exaggerate my pout as I zip up my jacket. Now I’m completely bundled up. She pulls my cheeks to get one of my smiles before taking my hand. We follow an employee to a kind of shed next to the hotel. It’s filled with snowmobiles, but also sleds and a ton of other equipment. I didn’t realize snowmobiles were so big. I’m starting to doubt if I want to drive one. He gives us each a helmet. Lucy is the first to finish getting ready and then comes to my rescue, pushing my helmet down onto my head. She asks me to step outside so we don’t clutter up the shed. I listen and am quickly joined by my friends. I smile when the first snowmobile comes out and stops in front of me. I guess it’s Lucy. She surprises me by scooting back on the seat and patting the spot in front of her.

- Really?

- Hurry up before I change my mind.

I climb on in front, not without some trepidation. The urge to drive has returned. I can barely feel Lucy against my back because of all our layers of clothing.

- Ready to learn?

- Mm-hmm.

She shows me the throttle on the handlebar. As she explains, it doesn’t seem too complicated. At least, I get it quickly. It’s no surprise Lucy can drive one. It must be similar to a motorcycle.

- Got it?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Go ahead, try it. Move up to that tree over there, she says, pointing to the farthest one in front of us.

I nod and work the throttle. I pull it so fast that we’re both thrown backward. The fear of having done something wrong makes me let go of the handlebar. Luckily, Lucy catches it before we end up crashing, then slows the snowmobile down. I lean against her in embarrassment when I hear her laughing.

- Are you trying to kill us?

I hear the others laughing behind us as we come to a stop. She puts her hand on my waist, pulling me even closer to her, if that’s possible.

- Sorry, I mumble.

- It’s okay, baby. Put your hands on the handlebar; I’ll help you.

- I’m not sure this is a good idea after all...

I bite my lip, ready to really give up on driving. Our safety comes before a little moment of fun.

- It is, she says, placing her hand on my thigh. I’m here, don’t worry.

Her voice is calm and very reassuring. She has confidence in me. I close my eyes for a moment, letting out a sigh, then place my hands on the handlebar with the last bit of courage I have. Her hands immediately cover mine. If we didn’t have helmets on, I’m sure I’d feel her breath on me, given our proximity. She asks if I’m ready before gently pressing the throttle with our hands. The start is much smoother than before. She gradually removes her hand so I can take full control. I tense up a bit, but it quickly dissipates when she reminds me of her presence by holding onto my waist. She then asks me to stop just a bit before the tree she pointed out earlier. I take advantage of the stop to see Alexia going through the same learning process with her girlfriend, which makes me smile.

- Don’t get distracted. Turn around.

- OK, I grimace with apprehension.

I guess she wants me to get used to it. I turn right like Ale, while Jenni practices on the other side. This time, I manage to control the throttle correctly. I move forward to the shed where the guys are waiting for us. I wondered where Mapi was until I saw her farther away, practicing as well. Seeing us must have given them the idea. The employee who accompanied us closes the shed with a smile. The scene must be amusing for him. He walks over to talk to Lucy.

- The reservation is for the whole day, right? he asks.

- We booked until tonight, yes. We’ll probably be back by late afternoon.

- Okay. I recommend coming back before nightfall. It’s likely to snow again tonight.

- No problem. It’ll probably be around four. We need to check in at the reception, right?

- Exactly. Someone will come to open the shed before taking the keys.

- No problem.

- Have a good day.

- Thanks.

He finally heads back to the hotel, leaving us to gather with the others to discuss our plans. As expected, we’re going to cross the mountain to reach the village. According to Jenni, there’s an easy path specifically for snowmobiles. I was a bit hesitant, but Lucy reassured me, saying she’d take over if I didn't feel comfortable at any point. I don’t want to seem like a coward, so I’m hoping it’ll be fine. Alexia and Jenni are leading the way since they seem familiar with the route. We’re following right behind them. Honestly, I would have preferred to be further back, considering my lack of experience. I’m worried about slowing the group down, although I doubt Lucy would let that happen. At least I won’t get lost. Alexia is having a blast, zigzagging along the path. As for me, I’m just glad the road is as manageable as they said. For now, we’re not climbing much, and the pace suits everyone. I’d like to enjoy the scenery, but I feel like I need to keep my eyes on the road.

"Are you okay?" Lucy asks after a while.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Relax a bit," she says, resting her hands on my thighs. "You’re tense. Nothing’s going to happen, you know."

"I know..."

"Good. Do you want to pass them?" she suggests.

"What? Why? Jenni knows the way."

"I know it too," she chuckles.

"Oh... Well, if you want... Go ahead, then. I don’t feel up to it."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. You deserve to have some fun too."

I don’t have to tell her twice. She moves closer to reach the handlebars. I would’ve moved my hands, but she places hers over them, just like earlier. Without warning, she gives the snowmobile a quick burst of speed, veering left. The sudden move makes me bump into her chest. Lucy must have expected it because she doesn’t budge an inch. She gives a little wave to Alexia and Jenni as we pass them on the right, then speeds up a bit more to overtake them. Her light laughter fills my ears, making me smile. I love discovering these new sides of her. She’s full of surprises. I didn’t expect her to enjoy the adrenaline rush, though I probably should have. Behind us, I hear indignant shouts—they clearly didn’t expect us to pass them. I can easily imagine Lucy’s proud grin right now.

"Enjoy the view, Ona."

"You can speed up if you want."

"Really?" she asks, sounding surprised.

"Yeah. Go for it. Like I said, you deserve to have fun too, and I know how much you love these machines."

She chuckles, making me smile. It’s not every day we get to ride a snowmobile, after all. Besides, I trust her completely. I’d be ready to close my eyes just to prove it. I feel so safe with her. Even with the increased speed, I can still take in the surrounding scenery. The landscape is covered in snow—it’s beautiful. We even get a few rays of sunlight, though the hotel employee mentioned more snow is expected later. I guess that means everything will soon be covered, so I might as well enjoy the view while I can.

"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?"

"Yeah... It’s stunning."

Two paths lie ahead of us, and Lucy takes the one on the right. From here, the road becomes steeper, but she keeps the pace steady. I’m amazed at how well she handles the snowmobile, even in these conditions. She really controls it like a pro. For someone from Australia, it’s impressive. You’d think she’d be more skilled on a surfboard... though I don’t doubt she can master that too. The road eventually improves, though it becomes a bit narrower. I’m relieved not to be driving anymore. After a while, we finally reach the end of the path. Lucy had some playful moments when the others tried to overtake us near the end. Unfortunately for them, they were up against someone stronger. We arrive at the village Lucy mentioned. It’s tiny, which makes it feel very cozy. We decide to park in front of a small café. I’m the first to get off the snowmobile. I take off my helmet and gloves, eager to feel a bit of freedom. Besides, I’ve been dying to kiss Lucy for a while now. She smiles at me as she approaches.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah."

I cradle her face and press my lips to hers. She’s surprised at first, but she soon gives in, letting me lead. I can feel her smile against my lips, which makes me smile too.

"I didn’t know you were such a good driver," I murmur.

"And you haven’t even seen all of her skills," Jenni comments from behind me. "She held back today," she laughs.

"You have to be reasonable when you’ve got someone with you," Lucy smiles, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I silently thank her for holding back for my sake. I wasn’t very comfortable at first, but I started to enjoy it when she took over.

"I did tell you you could let loose."

She smiles and kisses my cheek.

"Believe me, I enjoyed having you cuddled up against me more than speeding around like crazy."

I blush slightly. I didn’t realize she was so romantic, if I can call it that. Not that I mind.

"I enjoyed it too," I admit. "But I’d love to see playful Lucy on the way back. That was fun too."

"Oh really?" she chuckles. "I suppose you might see her again."

"And don’t hold back this time."

"Are you sure that’s what you want? You won’t last five minutes."

I open my mouth in protest before playfully hitting her arm. Judging by her expression, she really believes that.

"Of course I will! What do you take me for?!"

"I know you better than you think..."

"Okay, we’ll see who’s right," I say, crossing my arms.

"Very well," she replies with a challenging glint in her eye.

She’s going to see! I’m not a coward. I’m sure I can handle her speed all the way back to the hotel.

"Show me what you’ve got instead of treating me like a wimp."

Our friends let out some teasing "oooohs," but Lucy just laughs, unfazed.

"You won’t be disappointed," she murmurs playfully.

After our little chat, we join the others, who are gathered by a safety railing. I understand why when I see the view of the mountains. We can see everything from up here. Lucy wasn’t lying when she said it would be even more beautiful from up high. I lean on the railing as Lucy wraps her arms around me from behind. She points out various things, like a ski slope, a spot where we can go sledding later, and even our hotel, which looks tiny from here. The rest is hidden by a vast forest.

"Thanks for bringing me with you."

"Thank you for agreeing to come."

She kisses my temple, holding me a little tighter. All that matters now is us.

"Hey, lovebirds!"

"Hmm?" Lucy responds.

"We’re waiting for you. We want to grab a coffee to warm up."

"Yeah, we’re coming."

That sounds like a good idea. I’m starting to feel cold, as is probably everyone else. I take Lucy’s outstretched hand, and we join the others, who are already heading into the little chalet. This moment is simply perfect.

[eumppattv]

HEESEUNG IDEA

so i have had this in my drafts for a couple months now. i might turn this into a short written series, so pls let me know if you’re interested 👀

I quietly made my way through the door, careful to not wake anyone up. I was exhausted, the airport sucking out all my energy. Still, it was worth, as I get to pull off the best surprise in history. I had barely finished my second year at university, before my parents had started planning my return home for the summer. They had rejoiced at the thought of both their kids returning home, as last year Jake had spent his second year summer on a “boys trip”.

This year I had copied my brother, with my friends and I planning our “girls trip”. I spent months searching up the best hotels, restaurants, and activities in the area. I was more than excited, though it seems I was alone in my feelings. Instead of planning alongside me, my friends decided to plan their weddings instead, with all but me ending our second year in relationships. Suddenly, our girls trip was no more- so here I was, back home without anyone’s knowledge.

I had kept my plans private, opting to not tell my family the real reason I was back home. I would take it to the grave, and instead tell them I “missed them and cancelled my plans”. Half true. I closed the door, dragging my small suitcase through the hall. I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing a light shine around the corner. I mentally cursed, not expecting anyone to be awake at this time.

I left my suitcase in our hallway closet, before tiptoeing my way to the kitchen. I turned the corner, a little excited to surprise whoever was awake at 2am. I turned the corner, only to come face to face with some random guy, standing in my kitchen, eating Nutella. I screamed, heart dropping at the sight. He did the same, dropping his spoon in the process.

“Who the fuck are you?!” His eyes grew wide, like a dear in headlights- frozen in place. Before he could speak, Jake came running down the stairs, stopping in between me and the stranger. He ignored my existence, instead turning to the guy. “Is that my Nutella?” he asked, walking towards him. “No it’s mine! I bought it yesterday, when I went shopping with your mom” the boy replied.

He went shopping with my mom? I coughed, gaining their attention as Jake finally turned to face me. “Y/n!” he exclaimed, excited to see me. He went in for a hug, lifting me up in the air and then placing me back down. I laughed, excited to see my brother, before I remembered… the stranger. I glanced behind Jake, seeing the guy standing awkwardly to the side. Jake noticed my focus had shifted, and he followed my eyes before realizing he forgot to introduce us.

“Oh Y/n, this is Heeseung, my friend from college. He’s staying here for the summer.” you nodded, glad that he wasn’t an intruder. “Sorry for scaring you. I didn’t know Jake had a sister” he said, offering up a sweet smile. “It’s okay” I said, chuckling at the absurdity of the situation. Jake laughed along with us, before excusing himself to continue his “beauty sleep”.

Feeling the effects of the airport, I decided to follow, grabbing my suitcase from the closet and dragging it up the stairs. “Let me help you” said Heeseung, running up and grabbing the suitcase from my hands. I let him take it, too tired to argue against his politeness. “So you went shopping with my mom?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. He chuckled, setting my suitcase in front of my door. “Yeah, Jake and your dad were out so I didn’t want her to go alone”. I didn’t expect him to be so sweet.

“We’ll thank you, I’m sure she enjoyed your company” I said, opening my door to head in and crash on my bed. “Goodnight” he said, that sweet smile still plastered on his face.

My morning routine was soon shared with Heeseung. The guest bedroom was across from mine, with our separate bathrooms placed next to each room. Yet here I was every morning with the boy by my side. It started two weeks ago, when he had stopped by to ask if I had any extra toothpaste. We had started small talk, which soon turned to a full on conversation in between brushing our teeth. The next day I had gone up to him, to ask whatever stupid question was on my mind. Soon we just found each other as soon as we woke up, enjoying each others company.

I would be lying if I said something hadn’t shifted between us in these weeks. We went from strangers, to close friends, to something else. We were now comfortable with one another, teasing each other and sharing our deep thoughts. But I felt that shift this morning.

“Heeseung stop, I need to get ready!” I exclaimed while the boy pushed his way in to get in the view of the mirror. “I need to get ready too” he said, fixing his hair. I sighed, rummaging through my makeup bag. Heeseung looked down, eyebrows knitted and in deep thought. “Why are you getting all dressed up?” he asked. “I’m meeting up with my friend Sunoo” I responded, pushing him slightly so I could do my eyeliner in the mirror.

He hummed in response, moving out of the way and sitting on the stool I kept in the bathroom. He positioned it right next to me, staring me down. I felt it, the intensity of his gaze on me, and suddenly I was feeling self conscious. “Why do you have to get all dressed up for a guy?” he asked a little too aggressively. I ignored his tone, eyes never leaving the mirror. “Because I want to feel good” I responded, now turning to look at him. “Are you jealous or something?” I joked, not expecting answer.

“You’re too pretty. What if he falls in love with you?”

Nothing was the same from then on.

[veroniquesboutique]

Kinktober Day 17 - Body Modifications & Spanking

For Kinktober day 17!

Shikamaru Nara x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, stranger sex, protected/condom, spanking, tattoos/piercings, oral f-receiving, PV sex (missionary), uptight mother, badboy!Shikamaru, undefined age gap, pet names (darling), explicit consent

18+ Minors DNI

More under the cut!

You trace the dark lines of each image that decorates the tan skin on his arms. The tattoos flex and bend every time he moves, and when you finally glance back up at his face, he’s grinning down at you, watching you mesmerized by the art bled into his being. The bright light of the room glints off the metal bedazzled into his face. 

“My mother would hate you,” you laugh softly, turning your attention back to tracing the patchwork designs on his skin, moving from his arm to his thigh, just above the knee. You’ve cuddled yourself into the crook of his arm, and his own fingers are softly trailing your unadorned skin on your upper arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. A laugh falls from his lips, but you’re distracted from the sound by the light that bounces off the metal in his mouth, on his tongue.

“Yeah, I’ve never been one to bring home,” He sighs out the air in his lungs at the end, watching your hands on his legs. “But that’s never really been my goal.”

You were new to college, having left your small hometown for a university in the big city a few hours away much to your mother’s chagrin, but you were even newer to picking up random, older men from the bar. Yet, just a few hours ago, you were a few tequila shots deep when this man who generally looked like bad news was making eyes across the bar at you. The liquid courage sloshing around inside of you coaxed you over to him, and as you pulled out the barstool next to him, he gave you an impressed and intrigued look through his long eyelashes.

“You keep looking at me. What gives?” Your words slurred even as you tried your hardest to stay clear and enunciated, and it made the mystery man giggle.

“You’re just cute,” He let his eyes slide up and down you body, making you feel hot, “Plus, you’re asking for trouble in a place like this looking like that.”

“That’s a gross thing to say.”

“I’m saying it because I’m not the only guy who has had his eyes on you all night,” He glanced around the room, and you suddenly felt like there were a million eyes watching your every move, like prey in the dark, dense jungle.

“I think I should go home,” You mumbled and tried to stumble out of your chair, but the stranger grabs your arm before you can leave.

“That’s the worst possible option right now,” he ushered you back into your seat and waved over the bartender. “I’m going to get you some water, and we’re going to sit here until you’ve sobered up. Then you can go home.”

And that’s what you did. You and this stranger - you learn through conversation that his name is Shikamaru - sat and talked for hours, only drinking water and chewing nervously through a whole bowl of salted peanuts. His voice would grovel a chuckle out when you told jokes, and it would make your face flush with a blush and a smile. He told you about what he does, what he did before, what he wants to do after, and every word to fall from his mouth was so interesting. And he treated every word to fall from your mouth like gospel, paying attention to you and only you as you told your own stories. Soon, the lights came on in the bar, it was closing time, and you were fully sobered up, so when he asked if you wanted a ride home on his bike, you felt fully comfortable asking if he wanted to come home with you.

Since a dorm room wasn’t exactly the most glamorous option, you two decided to go back to his place.

Now, you lay with him, cuddled in his bed, no move having been made yet between the two of you, and the sun will likely start peeking over the horizon soon, but you have no desire to sleep or leave or stop whatever you have going on with this man.

Your mom would really hate this.

Continued on AO3...

[caroldantops]

heat lightning

ship: monica rambeau x reader

summary/request:  monica deals with having to see carol again. you help distract her. (inspired by this ask, but is much softer than expected)

word count: 858

warnings: smut (18+ only), fluff and a tiny hint of angst from monica, vaginal fingering (reader receiving), lil bit of marking kink

please do not mark with community label - warnings are listed above and smut is under the cut.

masterlist | ao3 link

“I just don’t understand why she’s acting like she did nothing wrong.” Monica slams the fridge shut. You flinch at the sudden noise, and she gives you an apologetic look. She’s been like this since she got home. Since she saw Carol again for the first time in who knows how many years. “Like, I get it. Duty calls. The universe needs a hero. But you’re telling me she can show up to fight Thanos, but making a trip to visit us when mom was…Sorry. I know you’re tired of hearing it.”

“Monica,” you reach out for her from your spot sitting on the counter. She moves to stand between your legs, wrapping her arms around your waist. You’re only wearing underwear and one of her S.W.O.R.D. t-shirts, so it’s easy for her to rub circles into your sides with her thumbs, a soothing motion that’s almost second nature to her. “You know I’m here for you for anything, right?”

“Of course. Of course, I know that.”

“And that includes listening to you vent about Carol for the umpteenth time. But…” Monica sighs, knowing what’s coming. Fury’s already lectured her on being civil. “You two are linked whether you like it or not, now. So, until we figure out what the hell is going on, you’re gonna have to play nice.”

“I know, babe. I’m not gonna drag it out.”

“I didn’t think you would, but I just have to say it. Look on the bright side, maybe you’ll have a wonderfully teary reconciliation.”

Monica rolls her eyes, shoving your shoulder a bit as she steps out of your arms. She seems at least a little more at ease now - or at the very least not slamming things anymore. You follow her like a lost puppy as she moves into the living room to the couch. She raises an eyebrow at you as you wait for her to sit down before you straddle her lap, plopping yourself down on her plush thighs.

“Can I help you?”

“What? Can’t I innocently sit in my girlfriend's lap?”

“Knowing you, no.”

“I just thought that you might want a nice distraction,” you mumble, dipping your head to press your lips against Monica’s jaw. She sighs, hands coming up to glide up your bare thighs. You kiss your way up to her lips and whisper against them. “Is this okay?”

“More than okay,” she whispers back, capturing her lips with her own. You groan against her mouth as she deepens the kiss, tongue swiping into your mouth. Monica allows you to have the upper hand for a few minutes, moaning as you suck on her tongue and nibble at her bottom lips. All of that control quickly leaves as soon as her hand cups you over your underwear, smiling into the kiss as she plays with the damp material. “Wet for me already?”

You manage to nod as she rubs up and down along your slit, admiring how quickly you start soaking through the fabric. “More…”

“Someone’s greedy.”

Before you can react, Monica maneuvers so that you’re pinned against the couch, staring up at her. She tugs down your underwear and pulls your shirt up over your tits, leaving open mouthed kisses in her wake before latching onto one of your nipples. You yelp as she bites down, tugging in a way that makes your back arch. Suddenly, she’s pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them just right so you jerk your hips against her.

Monica’s quieter than usual today, not praising you through each thrust like she normally would. She’s instead hyper focused on leaving bruises and bite marks all over your chest and stomach, marking you as her own. She grinds herself against your thigh as she works you up, flustered moans lost against your skin. At some point the heat from your bodies moving together is too much for her to stay clothed, so she pauses to tug off her clothes and finally pulls your shirt over your head and tosses them on the floor.

It doesn’t take much time for her to squeeze a third, and then fourth, finger into you, pausing only to admire the way that you’re soaking her hand with each push and pull of her digits inside of you.

Your climax comes slowly, instead of crashing waves it creeps up and fades gently like the tide against sand. Monica stops leaving bruises over your body so she can kiss you again, sighing as she cums against your thigh from the sight of you falling apart and clenching around her fingers.

You both pant into each others’ mouths as she slumps against you, body melting against yours. You rub her back, tracing shapes along her skin. Monica is so quiet that you almost think that she’s fallen asleep, but her lips kissing your neck tell you otherwise.

“Thanks,” she mumbles against you.

“For what?”

“I don’t know. Being good to me.”

“Any time,” you smile, kissing her temple. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Great. You order food, I’ll pick a show to watch?”

“Fine, but no sitcoms.”

“I know, I know.”

[katnisspeetaprim]

BTS Reaction: Their Little Sister Asks Them To Pick Her Up

Warnings: Female reader, angst, being roofied, being drunk, broken bones, sister reader. M.list

Kim Seokjin

You were out with people you thought were your friends, but they had ditched you for some random guys that you had no interest in dealing with. You were in a part of town you didn’t know well, and being slightly tipsy and basically no more money, you had no way to get home. You pulled out your phone and grimaced at the thought of bothering your brother, but you didn’t really have another option. The dial tone played out and for a second you thought he wasn’t going to answer, when he suddenly the phone clicked.

‘You better have a good excuse for waking me up at 2AM!’ He wasn’t happy, but you couldn’t blame him. You had moved to stand outside of a random storefront in an attempt to get away from the blaring music of the club.

‘Jin oppa, would you be able to pick me up?’ You sheepishly asked, already sobering up a little.

‘YAH! Are you serious Y/N? You know what time it is!?’ He yelled into the phone, now fully awake.

‘I know and I’m sorry! It’s just that my friends have abandoned me and Sara was my ride home, plus I don’t know the area well...’ You blurted out, wanting him to understand you wouldn’t have called if you had another option. He was quiet for a moment, before he dramatically sighed down the phone. You could her the sound of sheets rustling and angry grumbling.

‘You need better friends.’ He mumbled under his breath, causing you to smile.

‘So you’re coming?’

‘Of course I’m coming! You’re lucky I’m a good big brother or I’d leave you!’

‘You love me too much to do that.’ You smiled lightly.

‘More like mom would kill me.’ Jin laughed, lightening the mood slightly.

‘I’m on my way now. Is it safe where you are?’

Min Yoongi

Who told you going to a bar alone was a good idea? You thought that as a grown woman, you would be able to sit and enjoy a drink by yourself, but the universe had other ideas. The whole time you were sat at the bar, this creepy dude had been staring at you from across the room, making you incredibly uncomfortable. When you weren’t looking, he’d somehow managed to weasel his was next to you.

‘Hey sexy. How about we get out of here?’ You were disgusted when he put his arm round your shoulders and leaned in close. His breath reeked of alcohol and was slurring his words.

‘Please leave me alone.’ You snapped, pushing him away. You got up and tried to make your way to the bathroom, when suddenly your arm was grabbed tightly from behind, causing you to yelp out in pain.

‘Come on! You’re practically begging for it with that short skirt.’ Your eyes widened in panic, desperately searching for help, but nobody seemed to be paying you any attention.

‘Let go!’ You practically screamed before swinging you arm forward and scratching your nails along his face. The man gasped out in pain and released you to cradle his face. You took the opportunity to run to the bathroom and lock the door behind you. You sat down on the toilet seat, trying your hardest not to hyperventilate as you pulled out your phone, almost dropping it since you were shaking so much.

‘Please pick up!’ You pleaded to yourself, panic building up inside you. Yoongi didn’t pick up until the 3rd time you tried to call.

‘Y/N I’m busy wha-‘ You cut him off as soon as he started speaking.

‘Yoongi please! I need you to come and get me.’ You whimpered out. the blood drained from his face when he heard you voice.

‘Are you ok?’ He asked, now on edge as he quickly gathered his things.

‘There’s this guy, he wont leave me alone. He grabbed me!’ you stuttered out, tears beginning to fall freely.

‘Shit. Where are you now? Are you safe?’ he was rushing out og his lab as he spoke, wanting to get to you as fast as possible.

‘I’m locked in the bathroom...’

‘Good! Stay on the phone. I’m on my way now.’ Yoongi ignored the confused glance from Hoseok as he rushed through the building.

‘Oppa please hurry.’ Yoongi felt awful. All he could think about was, what if he didn’t pick up? What if he continued to ignore you? He didn’t want to think about the consequences that would have come from that...

Jung Hoseok

This wasn’t right. You’d only had two drinks and you already felt like your world was spinning. You could barely see anything and staying stood was a chore.

‘Hey are you ok!? Oh my-!’ You suddenly fell, unable to stay standing. Luckily, the girl who spoke was quick enough to grab onto you, and lower you into the seating booth.

‘Did you take anything?’ She shouted over the music. You could only move your head from side to side, too delirious to speak. Someone must have spiked you, you were sure of it.

‘I’m gonna get your phone out your bag ok? See if I can call someone for you.’

It was almost 1AM when Hoseok was awoken to his phone vibrating violently on his bedside table. He lazily reached over and bought it to his ear without opening his eyes.

‘What?’ He snapped, wanting nothing more than to sleep.

‘Hi! Um, you were down as brother in this girls phone-‘ His eyes snapped open and he sat up. Pulling the phone away. He confirmed it was your number calling him.

‘Who is this? Where is Y/N?’ He demanded harshly.

‘I think someone slipped her something. She is barely conscious.’  She explained as she kept a careful eye on you. By this point, some other women and staff from the venue had wondered over. Said staff already on the phone to the ambulance.

‘what!?’ He stuttered out, not believing what he was hearing.

‘Yeah the security are calling an ambulance, but I think she would appreciate it if a familiar face were here.’ The girl was calm, she was clearly trying to be comforting, and he was grateful for that.

‘Fuck! Fuck! Tell me which club, I’ll be there soon!’ He practically threw himself out of bed and began to get dressed.

Hang on Y/N. Your big brother is coming...

Kim Namjoon

You were a lightweight, there was no doubt about it. You, along with a few close friends were all out for your best friends birthday and you all planned to get as drunk as possible.

At around 11pm, Namjoon was sat in his home eating a late supper, since he had been busy all day, when his phone started to ring. He looked at the caller ID in confusion, since he knew you were supposed to be out that night.

‘Y/N? Is everything alright? I thought it was Sana’s birthday today?’

‘Joonie!’ You screeched out obnoxiously into the receiver. He pulled the phone away from his ear, not expecting you to be so loud.

‘Joonie! I need you to come get me!’ Your voice was muffled through the phone, nut he could hear the small giggles you kept letting out.

‘Y/N are you drunk already? It’s not even midnight yet!’  He sighed, only slightly annoyed. Dealing with his drunk little sister was the last thing he needed that day.

‘Yeah! I had this amazing drink- I don’t even know what it was but it was strong!’ Even though you were slurring your words, you were acting way too cheery right now.

‘Did your friends drink this too? Where are you all?’ Namjoon leaned his head on his head, wishing he could get back to his food.

‘I don’t actually know where they are.’ You casually confessed. Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows.

‘What do you mean?’

‘That club was boring so now I’m walking  to a new one, I just don’t know the way!’ His eyes widened in panic. You were walking down a random street alone at night! He needed to get to you asap.

‘Y/N stay right where you are! I’m coming to get you.’

‘Ah jeez oppa, such a buzz kill.’ You sulked. ‘I only wanted a lift to the club.’

‘Y/N please this is serious right now. You need to tell me where you are.’ You were seriously going to be the death of him. You had never done something so reckless before, so when you sobered up in the morning, the two of you would be having a very serious talk. Hangover be damned.

Park Jimin

‘Are you serious right now?’ You sighed to yourself, frustrated beyond belief. You’d met up with a friend to get food, and now it seemed like you had misplaced your car key’s. You slammed your bag down on top of your car in anger. How could you be so careless? The time was almost midnight. You had no idea you were out for so long. Glancing down the street, you were now conscious of the fact that you were alone in a dark car park. You rubbed your arms and opened your phone as you walked back to the bar. You didn’t want to bother your brother, but you knew he would understand. He answered on the first ring.

‘Y/N! You’re calling late. Did you have a good time with Yuna?’ You had text him earlier in the day about how excited you were to catch up.

‘Yeah I had a great time.’ You sighed.

‘Then why do you sound upset?’ He could always pick up when something was wrong, ever since you were kids.

‘I need you to pick me up.’ You groaned, hating to even ask.

‘What? Why? Did you not take your car?’ Jimin asked, confused.

‘I lost my keys.’ You mumbled in embarrassment. As soon as you spoke, Jimin burst out into laughter. So much for sympathy.

‘That’s so something you would do!’ You rolled your eyes, now safely sitting at the bar.

‘Yeah, yeah. Are you coming or not?’

‘I’ll be like 10 minutes. Man I’m so telling mom and dad about this, they will laugh themselves to tears about how careless you are sometimes!’

Kim Taehyung

It was 6AM and Taehyung was soundly asleep in bed, when he was rudely awoken to his phone ringing. He sat up with a start, silently cursing whoever thought it was appropriate to call this early.

‘Hello?’ He groaned out roughly.

‘Taehyung? This is Y/N’s friend Mina.’

‘Ok?’ He drew out, not really sure why he was being called by one of your friends.

‘I don’t think Y/N is gonna be able to get home alone. She’s in a bit of a state...’ Mina trailed off.

‘What? Is she ok?’ Tae was now sat up on his elbows. Concern started to bubble up inside him. Had something happened to you last night?

‘I don’t know if she’s just hungover, but she isn’t handling it well. We all think she would be better at home.’

‘Ah seriously?’  So you were just hungover. He loved you, but the last thing he wanted to be doing at 6AM was playing taxi for his baby sister.

‘Can’t someone there take her?’ He grumbled, annoyance growing.

‘We would, but we’ve all been drinking and we wouldn’t feel right putting her in an Uber alone....’ He didn’t need her to explain that last point. He grimaced at the thought of something happening to you because he was too lazy to go get you.

‘Ok I’m coming. Please look after her until I get there!’ He forced himself out of bed with great effort, not bothering to change out of his pyjamas, before grabbing his keys. You definitely owed him big time for this.

Jeon Jungkook

‘Oh crap crap crap!!’ The heel on your shoe had just snapped, causing you to go over on your ankle, which was currently swollen with a nice bruise forming. You had managed to hobble over to a quiet area of the bar, in great pain, and sat down at the table. You tentatively   reached down to run your fingers over your ankle, only to pull back with a hiss when white hot pain shot through your leg.

‘Shit this can’t be happening.’ You were starting to panic. You quickly pulled your phone out and checked the time. Only 9pm. You knew Jungkook would also be out that night, probably with the other BTS members. Calling an ambulance was the last thing you wanted to do, so you chanced a call to your brother.

‘Hey Y/N!’ He answered pretty much immediately, cheerful voice filling your phone as loud music played in the background.

‘Hey JK-oppa...’ You trailed, trying to keep your voice steady.

‘Where are you? You should come join me and the boys!’ You could hear the shouts from the boys in the background, all beckoning you over.

‘JK...Can you come take me to the hospital please?’  You whimpered, no longer able to control the pain.

‘Wha- hospital!? What do you mean?’ He already sounded panicked at your question. The music got quieter, so he must have moved to a quieter area.

‘Y/N please answer me!’

‘I think I broke my ankle. I can’t walk.’ Your tears were now freely falling, despite your best efforts.

‘Ah, um shit. Ok. I’ve been drinking but Taehyung is sober. He’ll bring me to you ok?’ You nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

‘Just stay there alright. We’ll be there soon!’  You could hear him talking to someone on the other end of the call, most probably Taehyung to tell him what was happening.

‘I’m so sorry for ruining your night oppa.’ You cried, bottom lip quivering.

‘Hey don’t say that!’ He was quick to shut down that train of thought.

‘My little sister will always take priority when you need help.’

‘Ok....Thank you.’ Your voice was small, still feeling quite bad.

‘I’ll stay on the phone with you, try and distract you a bit until we get there!’

[nicoline1998enilocin]

An abundance of dogs

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.1K

SUMMARY | You're dog-sitting for a friend of yours, and decide to surprise Chris by saying you got him a new dog as a present. He's not sure what to think at first, but when you tell him it's a prank, he can't help but fall in love with you even more than he already has.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | This one shot takes place in the same 'universe' as Two dogs and a piano. You don't need to have read that to understand this, but it would still be appreciated if you check it out in case you haven't already 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

A few days ago you got a call from a good friend of yours, Stella, to ask if you could watch her German shepherd, Sky. She had to go home for a family emergency and unfortunately, she couldn't take the lovely dog with her, so you immediately said yes. You would be working from home for a few days anyways, so it was nice to have an extra dog around. Willow and Sky have always gotten along great so it was an absolute no-brainer for you, and you picked up the lovely dog yesterday. ''Hi Sky, are you ready to spend a few days with me and Willow when your mom has to go back home?'' you asked the dog and she happily wagged her tail at you.

''Thank you so much for doing this, I owe you big time,'' Stella said when you picked her up. ''Oh no, you don't! You know I love Sky like she's my own, so it's no problem at all. I am working from home anyways so having extra company is always a big plus,'' you laughed before taking Sky down to your car and on your way to your house. When you were there all three of you went up to your apartment and you opened the balcony doors, so the two dogs could go onto the balcony if they pleased. You grabbed a cold glass of iced tea, your laptop, and your earbuds so you could focus on work, but put the music on low enough that you could still hear the two dogs when necessary.

They were playing with each other for a while and you got some work done, which was always good, and you suddenly got a text from Chris. He was away for a shoot and he took Dodger with him this time, so you didn't have to watch over him, but he would be coming home today.

Chris 💙: Hi babe, are you free tonight? I'll be home soon and I can't wait to see you again! I missed you and Willow way too much! 🥺

Y/N 🩷: Hey bubs, we missed you too, and I'm free! Want me to cook dinner tonight at your place? I can stay over too if you want ❤️

Chris 💙: You're the best babe, can't wait to see you tonight!

With that you finished your work, stopping a little earlier than you planned but if you had to cook dinner at Chris' house, you had to leave on time to do some grocery shopping beforehand, especially with both of the dogs with you. You went to a dog-friendly grocery shop and the girls had the time of their lives, sniffing through every aisle making the shopping trip way longer than it needed to be. You bought both of the girls a chew that they could enjoy when you were at Chris' house, and of course, you got one for Dodger too, but he got a smaller one so it would be fair for all of them. ''All right girls, let's go!'' you said as you were done at the register and they got all the love from the girl behind it.

Not much later you arrived at Chris' house and unlocked the door, finding him asleep on the couch. You sank on your knees to wake him up, placing soft kisses on his face as he slowly woke up. ''Hi babe, missed you,'' he said with a deep voice thick with sleep, and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy. He cupped your cheek and brought your face to his after propping himself up on his arm, kissing you softly yet passionately. ''I got you a surprise,'' you said and he looked at you with wide eyes, his interest peaked immediately. ''Oh? You didn't have to, babe!'' he said as the both of you got up, and you led him to the garden, where all three dogs were playing with each other.

''I got you another dog because you and Dodger seemed a bit lonely with just the two of you,'' you said as a joke, but Chris' mouth fell open, not sure what to say to this. ''Are you serious, babe? I mean, I love it, obviously, but I think we have a bit of an abundance of dogs now,'' he said and your face turned into a face-splitting grin, notifying Chris that it was just a joke. ''Oh, you're terrible!'' he said as he pushed jokingly against your upper arm. ''I know, I know!'' you laughed. ''Don't worry, I'm just dog-sitting for my friend Stella for a few days, it's her German Shepherd named Sky, she's an absolute sweetheart,'' you explained and it immediately made Chris feel better when you told him just that. ''I love you so much, you know that?'' he said as he pulled you in for a hug, kissing you on the top of your head. ''I love you too, bubs,'' you sighed as you leaned into the hug.

''So, time to prepare dinner! You can just sit down, I will do all the work today,'' you said as you got out the groceries you got for dinner. You decided on making homemade spicy hamburgers today, so you got ground beef and a lot of fresh vegetables to put on them. Chris sat down at his kitchen island as you prepared dinner for both of you, so the two of you could catch up a little before going outside to enjoy your dinner together. You brought the food out, and Chris brought a beer for each of you to drink with the hamburgers. ''Oh, I got each of the dogs a chew, I thought it would help them to calm down a little before dinner!'' you said as you got them, and handed them to each of the dogs who were chewing on them contently on the grass.

''They look so sweet now, don't they?'' you smiled and you looked at Chris. ''Not as sweet as you are, my love,'' he said before putting 2 fingers under your chin, lifting your head slightly as he moved closer to capture your lips in another breathtaking kiss, and you melted into it. ''God, I missed you so much,'' you say almost breathless as the two of you break apart, the butterflies in both your stomachs going haywire. ''Oh, I will show you just how much I missed you later, babe, don't you worry about that,'' he said with a wink and it made you blush, so you quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn't notice, but he did. He always did. And that is just another reason he is so deeply in love with you, the love of his life.

[jgrills]

Spidersona lore and blurbs!

Tw: LONGGGG !!!!

IM WARNING YOU !!!!

-the people I mentioned with their spidersonas (THE SECTION IS SPIDER SOCIETY)

@spidey-bie @onmyownside1 @the-cat-and-the-birdie

(and if anyone else's spidersona wants to meet O'Kelley, that's fine with me!!)

About O'Kelley Anderson!☆

-If you saw the old post of O'Kelley in my sketchbooks, I changed the last name to Anderson.

-A jewel spider, or known as (Austracantha minax) bit O'Kelley. There wasn't any pain, which confused the hell out of her when she started forming little claws on her fingers.

-Her mom comes into her room the next morning, about to wake her up.

-"Uh, kells?"

-"Yes mom?"

-"Did you have canines before?"

-O'Kelley, who darts to the mirror, realizes they're are black widow size canines in her mouth. (Her mom figures it out btw, and she's fine with it).

-Her mom smirks to herself, knowing that her sister (aunt to O'Kelley), used to be Spider-Woman (Spider-?????)..

-W̶̧͚̲̊͆͠͝e̵̛̳͉̔̐'̷͍̾͂͜l̵̡̰̗̓͑̒͝l̴̘͊ ̵͉͕͉̿̎̓͛n̷̹̭̳̘͆e̶͉͋̽̀̇v̷̰̮͓̯́͂́̆ẻ̸͚̻r̴̥̣̜̽̇̾̕ ̶̥̱̖̔̀̌̏k̸̤̰̦̯̀̇͆ņ̸̭̀͂o̵̗̞͙̪̊͑̆̅w̷̖̘̣͑͂̿͋.

-Her mom eventually calms her down, and she tells her this is the power of a spider-person.

-"I'm a spider!?"

-"No, Kelles, listen-"

-"No!!!"

-"Listen before I get the belt"

-silent as a mouse

"Listen Kelles, your aunt used to be a Spider hero, that's what you are, I didn't want you to panic incase the side-effects of the bite get worse, this is what happened with your Aunt Imani. But, yours is.." She pauses to hold O'Kelley's hand, pressing her fingers against the palm to see what happens.

-Tiny claws come out.

Her mom laughs.

"Yep, just like Imani" She decreases the pressure on her daughters palm, the claws going back.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel..fine..?"

"I swear to God O'Kelley, you're just like your aunt Imani, like an exact copy, you acted just like her when she got her powers." Her mom laughs and tilts her head back.

O'Kelley soon joins, laughing, not noticing her fangs have gone away.

"Mom..what is it gonna be like being a spider-person? I know they save people, but is their something else?"

"Well, you would have to ask your Aunt Imani, and..I just want you to remember, when your canon event comes..

"It can either change your life forever, or it'll change YOU."

"Canon events?"

"Can't explain it, just don't let it destroy you.."

Tw: mentions of injuries and blood.

SPIDER SOCIETY!☆

-While being a new spider-person (just 5 months). She's having an awfully hard time dealing with..

What was it again?

Earth 20918's Prowler. That's what.

Doing her best to dodge his attacks, he manages to land a few scratches and gashes, her suit is damaged.

She webs onto another sur-

What's that?

Suddenly, an orange and red portal, with a bunch of shapes... a spider-man launches himself/herself (reminder: she's still not sure wait gender) at the Prowler, after a few attacks, they grab him and web them up.

??? Walks away with a struggling prowler in their hold, they look back at O'Kelley, webbing them inside the portal.

She gets dizzy from going through the portal, gripping her head, and eyelids twitching.

Tension headache?

No.

They land in Neuva York, still disoriented from falling and being webbed to a portal.

"You new here?" O'Kelley looks up to see a figure with a lightning bolt styled spider-suit.

"Let me help" They reach their hand out, standing O'Kelley up.

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, you want a tour or something? I'm Ramone, by the way"

"Yes please, it's nice to meet you, I'm O'Kelley"

"I know"

"Wait how did yo-"

"Follow me"

☆☆☆

"That's Disco-Spider, or Diane Pastors, she's apart of the Spider Society Welcome Committee, or SSWC, for short."

"Woah.. I love their outfit, or their suit" O'Kelley watches Diane skate over to several places of the society, her suit sparkling.

"Cool, right?"

O'Kelley sees a bunch of the same people in one place, talking and smoking???

"Yeah, but why are there so many..uh..of the same British guy?"

"Alternate Universes, that's how"

"They seem really cool, is their universe from 1982? I love their style, their suit is cool too ramone!-"

"Ding! They are from 1982, or Earth 1294A"

"Woahh.. that's so cool.."

~~~~~~~~

"That's Ansi Taratella, or Tech Tarantula over there"

O'Kelley looks over at Ansi, noticing he has traditional locs, orange at the ends.

Grunge clothing..? I think.

Seems that O'Kelley stared to much, cause they make eye contact, getting a very-intimidating aura from her. Their spidey-senses go nuts, quickly turning away.

"You good?"

"Yeah, just got-"

"Intimidated?"

"Yeah"

Ramone snickers, "Yeah, I get the same reaction out of every spider-person who comes here."

<><><><><><><><>

"Annndddd, over there, Is Angel Jameson!, and the one on the left is Margo Kess" Ramone points to a.. uh,

OH.

"Arachne"

"No Spider name?"

"I don't think so" They shrug.

There, Arachne is talking with another Diane?? Uh..okay.

"Remember, alternate universies, so you might see the same people"

Also, seeing Margo, working by the Go Home Machine.. creepy, her suit seems tech-like though.

(They're both pretty cool, gotta talk to them later)

O'KELLEY'S POWERS

While training with Aunt Imani, O'Kelley discovers:

WEB BURST: The user, with enough lethal venom in the body (hard for O'Kelley), can explode the webs, and cause lethal injuries to the target/another user. With low-toxicity venom, this trick is harder.

VEIN ???: Error-91802.

AGILITY AND FLEXABILITY: Agility runs in her families genes, and the flexibility being from her Mom, who was once an Olympic gymnast. (Tier 2).

VENOM SHOCK: This is also hard for O'Kelley to do, but it ends up getting more dangerous as the experience of being a spider hero grows. (But they don't know).

Tiers:

TIER 1: After making contact with an enemy/other user, her fingertips can release a slight shock, disorienting the person.

TIER 2: Making several touch attempts with the user can result in paralyzation for a clean 10-20 minutes.

TIER 3: Lingering pain after 2 bites from the user, pain is excruciating.

Tier 4: ?????

SHORT BLURB OF RAMONE AND O'KELLEY:

"Ramone, smile for the camera!" Yells O'Kelley, while Ramone works on her new suit.

"Nah, don't feel like it"

"C'mon Ramoonneee, whyy?".

"Have you seen my yearbook picture?! I'm NOT smiling again."

"It can't look THAT bad-"

Ramone shows O'Kelley her yearbook picture, it's Ramone smiling, but why doesn't she smile? It's so beautiful ^^.

"Your smile is beautiful, Ramone"

"No, it isn't" Ramone puts a mask on and grabs a saw to make the watch for O'Kelley's suit. The orange and yellow sparks fly.

"Ramonneee!! Even Mekell said your smile was beautiful, and they barely look at anyone!"

"Wait what?" Ramone takes the mask off. "They said that?"

"Mhm!"

"Must be.." They put their hand over their mouth in a thinking motion, then sigh. "Maybe it is.."

"Smile!" O'Kelley yells, trying it again, Ramone actually smiles, and she shows her the picture.

"See, it is beautiful!"

"Hm..it might be"

Ramone: friendship up!

Mekell and O'Kelley blurb:

"O'Kelley"

"Mekell"

They both stare into each others eyes, Mekell's lower eyes looking at O'Kelley's deep brown eyes, while O'Kelley doesn't know where to stare, her upper eyes, or her lower.

"Sorry if I seemed like an asshole when you first joined, don't like people, yk?"

"Oh, no, I totally get that, no worries"

"Cool" Mekell throws a watch at O'Kelley and walks away.

"Wait what am I-"

"Figure it out"

O'Kelley / Mekell = chaotic neutral

They def fight with each other on missions, but they do love each other (platonicly). They do bite each other, sometimes too hard. (Tier 4 flashbacks)

But they do care for each other.

@chessbox, congrats!! You made it down here!

-and yes, you can send questions about them (might make an ask game)

[vrodo123]

Hey!

I absolutely adore Heartstopper! I am constantly thinking about it, and my mind makes up all these little stories that I´d like to share. Since I´m new here I don´t really know how this works, but I decided to just jump in and post the beginning of a story I wrote after finishing season 2. So this is set some time after. To the best of my knowledge it doesn´t contain any spoilers for upcoming season(s), since I haven´t read past volume 3. I tried to find out if Alice Oseman is okay with fanfiction about their characters. I didn´t find a definitive answer but the way she talks about fandoms in her interviews suggests to me that they are okay with it. I hope I´m not wrong. I am forever grateful to Alice for creating Heartstopper, and love delving into this universe!

Nick turns up at Charlie´s doorstep in the middle of the night after receiving a worrying text from him. Charlie´s Mom is anything but pleased to see him. Tori is the only one to grasp the seriousness of the situation. MENTION OF SELF HARM

One Night

1

Tori is woken up one night by the doorbell. As she gets up she hears the angry voice of her Mom. She also hears Nick´s voice. She can´t make out what he´s saying, but something in his voice tells her that he is worried sick. Hurriedly she puts on her bathrobe and rushes out of her room. In the hallway she bumps into her dad.

“Do you know what´s going on?” he asks her, eyes darting towards the front door. Tori can see the back of her Mom. Behind her she catches a glimpse of Nick´s ginger hair.

“I´m sorry, Mrs. Spring, I know it´s late, but...”

“It certainly is! And we´ve made it quite clear that there aren´t to be any sleepovers!”

“That´s not why I´m here!! If I could just...”

Nick tries to rush past her, but she is firmly blocking the way.

“Doesn´t sound good” Tori glances at her Dad as she fastens the belt on her bathrobe. “Jane, what´s going on?” her Dad asks, rushing towards the door, Tori in his wake. As he places a hand on Jane´s back he looks past her. Tori catches up with him, deeply concerned. Why would Nick be here this late? It´s not like him, he knows how strict Mom is. Something must have happened. She is shocked when she sees his face. His eyes are puffy, he´s panting heavily and he looks absolutely desperate.

“If I could just see Charlie...” Why is Charlie not already here? Tori wonders, her eyes darting nervously towards the stairs to her brother´s room. He must have heard something. Normally he would be rushing down the stairs if he heard Nick´s voice or just thought that he might be there.

“Nick, I don´t think this is a good time...” her Dad starts, but her Mom cuts him short.

“That´s putting it mildly!! I want you to leave!”

“But...”

“No ´But´!” “Jane, let him talk” her Dad tries. Tori looks at Nick, trying to make sense of it all. When their eyes meet she lets out a small gasp. He´s absolutely terrified. ´Charlie!´ she thinks. “Mom, let him in” she says in a shaky, but firm voice. Nick looks at her, his eyes softening a bit, a glimpse of hope on his face.

Jane darts around to look at Tori, still blocking the entry, her hand on the door, ready to shut it in Nick´s face. “Be quiet, Tori!” “Jane, for heaven´s sake!” Why is she reacting like this? I thought she started to accept him, even like him?

“Nick, what´s going on?” He takes out his phone and shows it to them. The message just reads “I´m sorry”

2

Her Dad stares at the message for a second, then looks at Nick. Tori can see the grave concern on his face slowly beginning to be mirrored by her Dad. Mr. Spring puts both hands on his wife´s shoulders and pulls her out of the way. “Thank you” Nick whispers, rushing past them and bolting up the stairs, taking two at a time. When he reaches Charlie´s door he raises his hand to knock, but stops suddenly. Tori and her Mom and Dad had been following him upstairs, adults arguing, Tori lost in concern and thought. When they reach Nick, she sees him standing there, his hand frozen in midair. His lips are trembling. He tries to muster up the courage to knock, but fails. He´s shivering. Tori steps forward and places a hand reassuringly on his back. She can feel him shaking. He loves him so much she thinks, a wave of gratitude for this boy washing over her. Her whole life she had been looking out for her younger brother, trying to shield him from the world, trying to ease his pain without knowing how. Here was this boy, who suddenly knew how. Who would help her take care of Charlie. Who would never stop caring. In this moment Nick Nelson became family.

With renewed determination he knocks softly. “Char?” Voice low, but firm. He waits a moment, then knocks again, this time louder. “Charlie, it´s me, open up!” Slight panic is creeping into his voice. Tori stares at the door. Any moment now. Any moment he will open the door and fly into his boyfriends arms, like he always does. The door doesn´t move. Tori feels panic welling up inside her. She looks around to see her Dad looking concerned, holding her Mom in his arms. He needs to support her now, since all her anger seems to have turned into shock and dread. Her eyes begin to water. Tori looks back at Nick again, who is now trying to open the door. “Charlie!” Still the door doesn´t move. Now her Dad is rushing to Nick´s side, leaving her Mom standing on her own, tears streaming down her face. Now she´s realized! What was she thinking? Why was she so mad? Her Dad also tries to open the door, while Nick is knocking again, almost hammering at the door now, as if he could make it move by sheer force of will. He stares at it. “Do you have a second key?” he asks, trying to stop his voice from trembling. Her Dad looks at him. “I don´t think so.” Without hesitation, Nick throws himself at the door. Her mom lets out a shocked gasp. The door flies open with a cracking sound of bursting wood. Tori can feel splinters brushing her burning cheeks. Now she can see inside the room, and what she sees is making her stomach turn. Nick rushes into the room towards Charlie, who is sitting in the opposite corner, back turned, completely huddled up, head resting against the wall, looking very small and forlorn. Why did he take down all his pictures?

3

Nick hears the door breaking, but the sound seems far away and muffled. His whole mind is focused on Charlie. He sees him huddled up in the corner of his room, trying to hide from the world. Goddammit Char, what did you do? He feels awful for this wave of anger washing over him. Oh God, please no! He hurries into the room and kneels down behind Charlie. He tenderly touches his back. “Char?” He can feel Charlie´s muscles stiffening beneath his touch, then the trembling starts. Nick carefully puts his arms around him, pulling him away from the wall, holding him close. What am I supposed to do? He can feel Charlie resisting his embrace, trying to shrink away from him, but he holds on to him, pressing his cheek against his. Charlie tries to resist and pull away, but Nick holds him. He just holds him. I´ll hold you forever, I promise! He just holds him close for what seems like an eternity, thoughts rushing through his mind. I can´t – please don´t – stop – help me! Eventually he feels Charlie go limp, falling back against his chest, leaning on him. Now he can hear him sob, softly at first. The trembling intensifies. Nick is still pressing his cheek against his, feeling tears against his skin. He plants a soft kiss on Charlies temple, soft as a caress. The trembling becomes violent, the sobbing intensifies. Charlie grabs Nick´s arm, which he had put around his chest, and pulls it even closer. Don´t let go, his hand seems to say, stay with me!

4

Tori´s heart breaks when she hears her brother sobbing. What the hell happened? Totally bewildered she enters the room, her eyes scanning her brother´s belongings. He put the pictures down. Why would he do that? What catches her eye next makes her skin crawl. The framed picture of Nick and Charlie. On the floor. Glass broken. Blood. Blood on the glass. Blood on the picture. Her brother´s blood. How could you do this to us?

5

Jane is staring into the room in complete shock. Everything seems to have slowed down. The only thing she can see clearly is her son, sobbing in a corner, trying to vanish into the arms of his boyfriend. Why are those not my arms? She looks at her husband, who for some reason stares at the door Nick had broken. He´s probably already thinking about how to fix it she thinks with a sudden ping of hatred. It vanishes as fast as it had appeared, leaving her alone with her shame and her guilt. I did this! I should have done something! But what? Oh my baby, I´m so sorry.

6

Why are you here? Why did you even come? I don´t want you here! I don´t want you to see me like this! But he could feel his body pressing closer to Nick´s, trying to find comfort in his warmth. He could feel his breath against his cheek, like a soft breeze of hope. Why did you come? Why do you always come for me? What am I to you? Why would you even care? Almost against his will he can feel his body relaxing. Please don´t take this from me. It´s all I have.

7

Julio stares in disbelief into his son´s room. Utter helplessness washes over him. He doesn´t know what to do, what to say. Maybe it´s better to say nothing at all.

8

“It´s okay, I´m here” Nick whispers into Charlie´s ear. He holds him tightly in his arms, while he listens to him cry. Now that Charlie seems to have eased up a bit, Nick starts noticing other things again. He feels something warm and sticky creeping through the fabric of his shirt where his arm touches Charlie´s. No you didn´t! he wanted to scream. You promised to tell me! With great effort he stops himself from screaming these words. They could talk about it later, all that mattered now were Charlie´s sobs, his trembling body slouched against his. “Let´s get you into bed” he tries to say lightheartedly, but his voice betrays him, sounding hoarse and worried. He feels sick. Charlie seems to consider this for a while, then slowly turns to Nick. Their eyes lock and Nick can feel all his anger and reservations ebb away, giving way to the enormous love he feels for this boy. Almost timidly he reaches out his hand to touch Charlie´s neck, leaning his forehead against his. “You´re an idiot, Charlie Spring” he whispers softly, putting all the love he feels into these five words. In spite of himself, Charlie lets out a giggle that almost immediately turns into a sob. Nick caresses his cheek and smiles. Then he plants a gentle kiss on his forehead, totally oblivious that Charlie´s parents are still there. “Nick?” “Yeah?” Charlie looks at the floor, struggling for words. Without looking up he bursts out: “I didn´t want you to come!” Nick looks at him in disbelief. He takes in a sharp breath as he tries not to show how much these words hurt him. Then he takes Charlies face in his hands and forces him gently to look at him. “Where else would I be?”

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New Releases

July is shaping up to be a great month for exciting YA reads! What's on your TBR list this month? Here are the new releases coming out tomorrow, 7/11!

I'd Rather Burn Than Bloom by Shannon C.F. Rogers

Packed with voice, this is a powerful coming-of-age YA novel about a Filipina-American teen who tries to figure out who she really is in the wake of her mother's death.

Some girls call their mother their best friend. Marisol? She could never relate. She and her mom were forever locked in an argument with no beginning and no end.

But when her mother dies suddenly, Marisol is left with no one to fight against, haunted by all the things that she both said and didn’t say. And when Marisol sleeps with her best friend's boyfriend—and then punches said best friend in the face—she's left alone, with nothing but a burning anger. And Marisol is determined to stay angry. After all, there’s a lot to be angry about. But as a new friendship begins to develop, Marisol reluctantly starts to open up to her, and to the possibility there’s something else on the other side of that anger—something more to who she is, and who she could be.

A Song of Salvation by Alechia Dow

From the author of The Sound of Stars and The Kindred comes a YA space opera about a reincarnated god and a grumpy pilot on a mission to save a beloved space DJ and stop an intergalactic war.

Zaira Citlali is supposed to die. After all, she’s the god Indigo reborn. Indigo, whose song created the universe and unified people across galaxies to banish Ozvios, the god of destruction. Although Zaira has never been able to harness Indigo’s powers, the Ilori Emperor wants to sacrifice her in Ozvios’s honor. Unless she escapes and finds Wesley, the boy prophesized to help her defeat Ozvios and the Ilori, once and for all.

Wesley Daniels didn’t ask for this. He just wants to work as a smuggler so he can save enough money to explore the stars. Once he completes his biggest job yet—bringing wanted celebrity Rubin Rima to a strange planet called Earth—he’ll be set for life. But when his path crosses with Zaira, he soon finds himself in the middle of an intergalactic war with more responsibility than he bargained for. Together, Zaira, Wesley, and Rubin must find their way to Earth and unlock Zaira’s powers if they’re going to have any hope of saving the universe from total destruction.

All the Yellow Suns by Malavika Kannan

A coming-of-age story about a queer Indian American girl exploring activism and identity through art, perfect for fans of Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe.

Sixteen-year-old Maya Krishnan is fiercely protective of her friends, immigrant community, and single mother, but she knows better than to rock the boat in her conservative Florida suburb. Her classmate Juneau Zale is the polar opposite: she’s a wealthy white heartbreaker who won’t think twice before capsizing that boat.

When Juneau invites Maya to join the Pugilists—a secret society of artists, vandals, and mischief-makers who fight for justice at their school—Maya descends into the world of change-making and resistance. Soon, she and Juneau forge a friendship that inspires Maya to confront the challenges in her own life. But as their relationship grows romantic, painful, and twisted, Maya begins to suspect that there’s a whole different person beneath Juneau’s painted-on facade. Now Maya must learn to speak her truth in this mysterious, mixed-up world—even if it results in heartbreak.

My Week with Him by Joya Goffney

From Joya Goffney of  Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry, comes a stirring YA coming-of-age, best friends-to-lovers romance about a girl named Nikki who plans to run away from small-town Texas, but ultimately finds that her oldest friend, Mal, just might be the one who’s been there for her all along. Filled with heart and humor, this novel captures complex family drama, friendship, and love. For fans of  I Wanna Be Where You Are  by Kristina Forest and  Counting Down with You  by Tashie Bhuiyan.

Nikki can’t wait to leave Texas and follow her dreams of a music career . . . After a painful betrayal by her sister and a heated argument with their mother, Nikki is kicked out and finds herself homeless. She decides to go to California to pursue her singing career. When her best friend, Malachai, discovers her plan to flee Texas, he begs her to spend the remainder of spring break with him. He believes that over the course of a week, he can convince her to stay in Texas, or to at least graduate high school.

But their plans are interrupted when Nikki’s little sister Vae goes missing. Nikki is forced to work alongside her difficult mother as they set off in search of Vae, with Malachai’s support. Will Nikki find a reason to stay in Texas, or will this spring break be the last time she sees them? Through her emotional journey, Nikki ultimately finds the love she’s always been missing and discovers the power of her own voice.

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Thanos. . . Again

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

Steve heard her scream as he fell.

"ELIZABETH!" He shouted falling himself. And then he hit the ground.

"Come on buddy, gotta wake up." Tony stomped lightly on his chest and he inhaled sharply. "That's my man."

Steve sat up quickly. "ELIZABETH?"

Tony bent down, holding his shield, "You lose this again, I'm keeping it."

"Where's Elizabeth?" Steve repeated. "What happened?"

"You mess with time it tends to mess back." Tony replied. "You'll see."

Steve followed Tony, scanning for Elizabeth, for their children, for Loki's children. Finally, they found Thor, who was standing and looking.

There was Thanos, sitting in the middle of the crater.

"What's he been doing?" Tony asked.

"Absolutely nothing." Thor answered.

"Where are the stones?" Steve asked.

"Somewhere under all of this." Tony panted. "All I know is he doesn't have 'em."

"So, we keep it that way." Steve said. Suddenly, he heard Elizabeth scream. He didn't hesitate, sprinting back into the mess.

He sat her, trapped under the rubble, some sort of creature leaning over her. His shield took off its head and he helped her out from underneath. "Elizabeth?"

"Where are they?" She panicked, looking around. Only Delilah was in her arms, a small bloody scratch across her tiny forehead, "No-"

"Look at me." Steve demanded. "Focus up Princess."

Elizabeth looked at him, "Thanos is here. He has to be engaged. Can you find them and get them to a safe spot?"

"While you do what?" She asked.

"I'm going to fight him." He answered.

She looked at him and then around and nodded in determination. "Go."

He kissed her, "I love you."

"I love you too."

And he ran back to find that Tony and Thor were already getting ready to engage with Thanos.

"Let's kill him properly this time." Thor said harshly.

Thanos smiled as they approached, "You could not live with your own failure. Where did that bring you? Back to me. I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you've shown me, that's impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist."

"Yep, we're all kinds of stubborn." Tony replied.

"I'm thankful." Thanos said. "Because now, I know what I must do." He stood. "I will shred this universe down to its last atom. And then, with the stones you've collected for me, create a new one, teeming with life, that knows not what it has lost, but only what it has been given. A grateful universe."

"Born out of blood." Steve said.

"They'll never know it." Was Thanos' reply. "Because you won't be alive to tell them."

And the three of them attacked him.

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"Astrid, wake up." Elizabeth commanded in a soothing tone, waking her daughter up from where she was laying on the stone. "I need you to wake up. You have a large task ahead of you."

"Mom?" The seven year old girl opened her eyes.

"I need you to get your siblings to safety." Elizabeth said, moving to wake her elder son up now. "You and your brother must get five little babies to safety. Can you do it?"

"Yes." They both groaned in determination. Elizabeth had made sure that they were all alive.

"Good. Follow me." She said, carrying Delilah and Rose in her arms. She moved along the pathway. She could see Thanos fighting Steve, Tony, and Thor and knew that she had to join them. "Keep following this path, go over that ridge. Follow around the edge of the lake until you reach the tree line. Stay safe. If something approaches, keep moving."

"Okay." Astrid whispered.

"Take care of your family." Elizabeth said to Halfdan. "Promise me."

"I promise. On dad." Halfdan said.

Elizabeth kissed their foreheads quickly and then murmured, "Go."

And then she turned, running down the wreckage to join her family.

She watched Steve flip and kick Thanos in the face, before Thanos tossed him away. She ran, jumping off the rock, slamming both feet into his face so he stumbled backwards, though he didn't fall.

"I know you." Thanos said as she slammed into a rock, wincing. "Loki's soulmate. . ."

"Not anymore." Elizabeth growled. "My last name is Rogers now. And you are really pissing me off." She hit him with a wave of her power so that now he really did go flying off his feet, before Thor slammed into him with his hammers.

Elizabeth rushed him again, swinging off Thanos huge blade to get her legs around his neck. He grabbed her leg, slamming her down to the ground, before placing his blade against her chest. He pulled his blade up, and then suddenly was slammed by Thor's smaller hammer, which came back to. . . Steve's hand?

"I knew it!" Thor roared, getting up from the ground himself.

Elizabeth smiled, laughing in amazement seeing him hold the shield and hammer. She watched Thanos turn on him. Steve swung the hammer, leaping off a rock, slamming Thanos in the chin with the hammer.

She got to her feet then. She watched as Steve just brutally started to defeat Thanos single handedly. Throwing the shield and hammer, hitting his shield with the hammer, and drawing up lightning through the ground. "Don't. Ever. Try. And. Stab. My. Wife. Again." Steve snarled, before calling up lightning and slamming it into Thanos.

And then suddenly Thanos was on his feet, going after Steve. Elizabeth watched, trying to find a good moment to intervene and her eyes widened in shock, watching the shield get hacked into bits.

Vibranium. . .

Like the Titanic. Unsinkable. Unbreakable.

Steve didn't get up.

"In all my years of conquest," Thanos said as she watched Steve roll over, struggling to get up. But Thanos was between the two of them and there was no way for her to get to him. "Violence, slaughter, it was never personal. But I'll tell you now, what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet, I'm gonna enjoy it, very, very much."

Elizabeth watched as his sons and daughters were beamed down from the planet, along with an army and she felt the hopelessness rise up in her again.

Steve finally got to his feet. The two of them met eyes as he cinched the shield tighter around his arm.

The two of them started to walk towards Thanos together, now that she had skirted around the purple grape.

"Hey, Cap, you read me?" A very faint voice suddenly asked in their coms. "Cap it's Sam. Can you hear me?"

Elizabeth started to laugh.

"On your left."

Steve and Elizabeth turned to see one portal at first, T'Challa walking through with Okoye and his sister Shuri on either side of him. And Elizabeth nearly fainted as Sam came flying through. They watched as more portals were opened up.

There were the Wakanda soldiers and the spider-kid. Doctor Strange and a bunch of Magicians. The Asgardians as well, Valkyrie flying on her Pegasus.

There was Y/N, sprinting through with a smile on her face and. . . Bucky.

Scott chose that time to break through the ruins, holding Rhodey, Bruce, and Rocket in his hand.

Elizabeth watched Bucky approach them and Steve kissed him passionately and then whispered something to him.

Bucky smiled, standing between her and Steve, "So you're my new wife?" He grinned.

She smiled and let out a nervous laugh, which was broken off as he bent down and kissed her. "About time Steve grew some balls."

"Jerk." Steve muttered.

"So," Y/N said on the other side of her, smirking, "Ready to kick ass again?"

"Oh hell yeah." Elizabeth smiled.

They were back.

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One minute, you had been in Wakanda. The next minute, you had been in some sort of weird. . . space place. Like you were high on drugs or something. And after five hours, you were back, laying on the ground next to Sam, who was breathing hard like he had been on a run.

"Did any gummy monsters try and eat you?" Sam asked, sitting up.

"The fuck?" You groaned, getting to your feet, looking around. Pietro's dead body was gone, a grave marker in his place with his name on it. Damn Wakandans had moved fast. Vision's body was gone, though Wanda was laying next to where it had been.

Suddenly, an orange portal appeared for you and you saw what looked like the army. . . again. "Aw man." You whined. You could see Elizabeth standing next to Steve, both of them looking like they'd showered in dirt. Steve's shield was broken.

"Damn the punk really broke the unbreakable." You heard Bucky groan next to you. "And Howard Stark isn't here to make him a new one." Then Bucky winced.

You patted his shoulder. "Tony can do it. Let's go and join them, shall we?"

You saw Tony far away, his Iron Man suit looking like it had been through the mill. Pepper was there in another suit, much like his but slimmer with blue and silver tracings.

You joined Elizabeth's side. "So, ready to kick ass again?"

"Hell yeah." Elizabeth smiled.

"AVENGERS!" Steve shouted and you watched in amazement as Thor's hammer came to his hand. It was dead silent for a moment and then he said, "Assemble."

You shouted with the others in battle cry, and then ran off to attack.

Or, more like, run straight into Tony's suit as he landed in front of you, knocking you off your ass. He just landed on top of you, pressing his lips to yours. "Five fucking years Y/N."

"Five?" You asked incredulously. "Oh damn you're gonna have to fill me in."

Tony winced, "Uh Pepper and I have a five year old daughter named Morgan because you and Happy were both gone and we sort've fell together. Oh and Cap and Elizabeth are sort've married with twins. Also, both girls."

You raised an eyebrow, "You know. I think I always knew the two of you had chemistry."

"I love you most though." Tony offered, helping you to your feet.

"Oh good." You teased, readying your AK-12. "I was a little worried I might be placing second first time in my life."

"Never." Tony scoffed, and then flew up to join the others.

You couldn't focus on much else besides the aliens you were trying to kill around you. Although you did see Pepper and Tony fighting together in the sky. They actually really did make a good duo.

"You're going to make me a suit too, right?" You joked in the coms.

"Just give me a colour scheme." Tony teased right back.

You ended up back near Tony as he landed near Doctor Strange. "Hey you said one out of fourteen million we win this, right?"

"If I tell you what happens, it won't happen." He replied ominously.

"Well, you better be right." Tony said, taking off again.

Strange looked at you for a moment and then went right back into the fight. You didn't like that. That felt ominous.

You saw T'Challa running with the glove and you went to catch up to him. It was knocked from his hand and Thanos ran towards him before Wanda landed in front of him, hands and eyes glowing red.

"You took everything from me." Wanda hissed.

"I don't even know who you are." Thanos answered.

"You will." Wanda growled.

"Hey." Elizabeth said brightly behind you. "That's What Snape said to Harry."

"Huh?" You asked, completely taken aback by the randomness of the comment.

"You know." Elizabeth said in a duh voice, "What Wanda said, Snape basically says to Harry. But Harry doesn't know who Snape is, cause he doesn't know Snape loved his mother."

"Elizabeth speak English!" You shouted. "Also, I think Wanda needs our-"

You watched as Wanda enveloped him in red.

"Yeah. . . " Elizabeth said slowly. "No she doesn't." and She ran off towards Bucky who knelt, cupping his hands, and catapulted her into the air so that she could slice through flying aliens.

"Okay then." You muttered.

Then it started to rain fire down from the ship. You watched Bucky grab Elizabeth, Rhodey grab Bruce, everyone trying to protect each other as Peter used his ropes, trying to get the glove back to the van. The wizards lifted their shields above their heads, protecting everyone.

Sam barreled into you, lifting you into his arms, before the two of you crashed near where Sam's soulmate was trying to keep the dam from overflowing, turning it into a tornado.

"SAM!" Stephen shouted.

"I'm fine!" Sam shouted back and looked at you. "Are you okay?"

"Perfect" you gasped out and then pushed the two of you off as another bomb came down. "Okay, now perfect."

Suddenly, the firing stopped and they started firing at something in the sky.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. what are they firing at?" You and Tony asked at the same time.

"Something just entered the upper atmosphere." The Irish voice that you had missed so much answered. You exchanged a look with Sam.

It looked like a glowing person as they crashed into the ship, setting the thing on fire. The plane went down in flames, crashing into the lake below it.

"What was that?" Sam asked.

"I think it was a who." You murmured, the two of you turning to get back into the fight.

You and Elizabeth caught up together, going to join the women's battalion to charge the army that was coming towards you all.

You fought your way through the hoard, trying to reach the van. Turquoise and red, beams of yellow and blue swirled around you as you shot aliens through their heads.

You thought you won as Thanos was pinned to the ground, before he turned and threw his weapon into the van.

You felt yourself flying through the air, before you landed, looking immediately for the gauntlet. It was near Tony, who tackled Thanos to get him away from it.

"Tony!" You shouted as Thanos tossed him away. Thanos went to grab the glove as you staggered to your feet, running for it. Thor landed, fighting him with two lightning weapons. Steve landed on Thanos' back before Thanos head butted Thor and grabbed Steve. Thanos punched Steve hard in the stomach so he was still.

"No!" You heard Elizabeth shout as Thanos grabbed the glove then.

The glowy lady landed, fighting him, before he grabbed her arm, flinging her across the crater as well. He went to snap his fingers before she was back, trying to bend the glove backwards so it could never snap.

He pulled the power stone out, bashing her away.

You watched Tony and saw him staring at someone else. Stephen holding up a shaky finger, the number one.

Thanos put the power stone back and you rushed him, stabbing him in the chest, uppercutting, kicking him in the chin before you felt his fist collide with your back and you went sprawling in the dirt, groaning, coughing out a rock you swallowed.

You managed to get to your side to see Tony fighting with Thanos now, grabbing at his hand. He pushed Tony away and then lifted his hand but you could see there were no stones in it when he raised it. "I am, inevitable."

You watched as Tony went to put the stones in his glove. "I am Iron man."

You looked at Strange again, who gave you a terrible, apologetic look.

But nothing happened and you looked back to see Tony staring down at his hand, frowning.

And then you heard Elizabeth behind you, surrounded by turquoise whisps. "And I, don't have a catchy phrase to say." And she snapped her fingers.

"NO!" You heard Steve shout somewhere behind you as everything around you crumbled to dust.

"Elizabeth!" You shouted as the girl you'd known since kindergarten fell to her knees. She would have fallen on her face if Tony hadn't caught her. You slid to her side on your knees. "Elizabeth?"

"Elizabeth." Steve fell by her side, tears on his face. "No, no why would you do that?"

Elizabeth looked more confused than anything else, the glove having fallen off her hand so that you could see the skin was burned. Turquoise still surrounded her body, though it had faded immensely. "Y/N. . . my sister. Couldn't let her know what it feels like." Elizabeth whispered, cupping Steve's face. "You have Bucky, you'll be okay."

Tony used that special substance that you couldn't remember the name of, trying to cover her burns that traveled from fingertip all the way to the right side of her face.

"And my looks are kind've gone." She managed to laugh a little.

Steve shook his head violently. "Elizabeth-"

Elizabeth gasped then in pain, tears pricking her eyes. "Stevie, it hurts." Her hand clutched his arm just slightly and he cupped her face. 

Steve was hyperventilating, sobbing. "It's okay sweetheart. It's okay. You're going to be okay. Please, I need you to be okay."

"Take care of my kids." Elizabeth begged, tears in her eyes now. "I thought maybe with magic. . . I'd make it but. . . clearly. . . not right." She smiled a little, looking up at Steve.

Bucky was there now, looking at her with some mix of horror and heartbreak. "Doll?"

"Keep him . . ." Elizabeth whispered softly, her hand dropping from Steve's face.

"Princess." Steve begged, letting out another sob. Tears were streaming down your own face in traces and Bucky knelt, pulling Steve into his arms, also crying.

Suddenly, Thor came down from the sky, slamming his hammer into her chest. You watched as lightning covered her body, her back arching. She screamed then and Thor let up.

You all waited in silence. One. . . two. . . three. . . four. . . she inhaled, eyelashes fluttering.

Steve immediately started CPR and you all waited. Everyone was surrounding the lot of you now. Stephen looked confused while putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. T'Challa, Pepper, Peter, Wanda, Natasha, Clint. . .

Elizabeth suddenly jerked, spasming as she jerked up, nearly colliding heads with Steve. She breathed deeply, spinning around, "Did it work-"

Steve kissed her then. Cupping her face with both hands. You almost expected Steve or Bucky to hiss in pain from the 'cheating', but it didn't happen. Steve broke away from the kiss. "Don't ever. Fucking do that again."

"Yeah, no worries." Elizabeth panted and looked up at Strange, "One in fourteen billion eh?"

"Actually," Strange said slowly. "Tony was to die but I mean, this works too. Guess you beat the odds. Two in fourteen million then."

"So that's why you didn't tell me." Tony grumbled.

Elizabeth tried to get to her feet, but cried out in pain, collapsing back to the ground.

"I've got you." Steve said sweetly, lifting her into his arms.

"Sorry." Thor grunted, "I couldn't lose my last bit of family."

"Yeah, I know." Elizabeth groaned, leaning up on Steve's shoulder. "Ow."

You bent your head and you cried. Because everyone was alright.