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spenciegoob · 3 years

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Who Needs Luck?

A/N: hi! I solely wrote this because of my 3 recent visits to NY (no, I sadly did not meet mgg)... plus i’ve been going there my whole life.. this is becoming the longest authors note, but as i’m writing I just want to say the people who work at food trucks in nyc are the nicest people ever, ask them about their day (AND TIP OMG PLS)

Summary: Reader invites Spencer to go to New York City with her where he finally sees the beauty right in front of him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff!

Content Warnings: reader can’t drive very well (I apologize if this is a callout post), slight road rage, language

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I never considered myself a lucky man. Life had proven time and time again that no matter how many four leaf clovers I set out to search for, how many pennies on the ground faced heads up I stumbled across, luck was never on my side. I’ve learned to live with it, accepted my fate as the world’s smartest punching bag long before I was even in college.

But then I met her, and as cheesy as it sounds, I didn’t need luck that morning.

The second I woke up, the universe seemed to have it out for me specifically. I swung my legs over my bed, and in my half asleep daze stepped on my glasses, successfully breaking them. Unable to see on my short trip to the bathroom, I stubbed my toe… twice. Once I finally finished my morning routine more methodically, I walked out of my apartment only to bump into a stranger, sending the coffee she was holding all the both of us.

I had tried to apologize so many times, cutting my words short when they didn’t feel right. I had gotten through a series of “I’m, uh, oh, I, you,” before her smile interrupted my thought process, leaving me awestruck instead.

“That’s okay, but you owe me a coffee now.” She giggled, actually giggled, even with the scorching liquid causing her shirt to stick to her body. “Maybe… together?”

I didn’t hesitate to agree, taking her up on the offer that weekend and never looking back. Even when a loud crash, followed by a quiet, harsh ‘shit’ woke me up in a startle, there was no regret. Maybe just a little concern for my girlfriend who now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, can be seen holding her knee on the floor of our bedroom.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered out, grabbing onto the dresser to stand straight again. Once she was on her feet, she came over to sit on the edge of our bed, immediately running her fingers through my hair. If I wasn’t so worried about her knee, I probably would’ve fell asleep again.

“Are you okay?” She giggled at my scratchy morning voice before nodding her head. It’s then I realized how the sun hasn’t even begun to rise, the room still pitchblack. “What are you doing up?”

“Getting ready to go to the city, sleepyhead,” she said as if it was the most obvious answer, but truthfully, it left me with more questions.

“At... 5 am?” I sat up, glancing at the alarm clock three times just to make sure I was reading it right. She may have always been a little strange, but usually at a reasonable hour.

At this, she stood up to continue getting ready for the very early morning. Now I notice why she fell, the piles of clothes leading to the closet had to have at least half of her outfits compiled together.

“Well, yeah. I want to get there before noon.” Even in my perplexed state, I rose from the bed and carefully tiptoed around haphazardly thrown clothes to reach her.

While wrapping my arms around her waist still hidden under my t-shirt, I questioned. “It’s right outside? You have 7 hours.”

She turned to look at me funny as if I wasn’t the one digging through clothes and waking up before dawn to walk literally 5 minutes to my desired location. My eyebrows must have subconsciously furrowed at one point, because she brought her hand up to stroke her thumb on my forehead. Immediately, I felt the tension melt, no longer caring to correct my confusion. She still did it anyway.

“Not DC, silly. New York!” I wish it were untrue, but my heart dropped at her words. She was leaving, going to a city I wasn’t familiar with beyond reading about, solving cases, and memorizing subway maps. Is this how she feels every time I board that jet?

“W-what? You’re just going to New York City?” I inwardly cringed at how desperate and sad I sounded, but I really didn’t want her to leave.

“Mhm,” she mumbled, turning back around to return digging in her closet.

“For how long?” Please change your mind. Please change your mind. Please change you-

Realizing that I was fully awake, she let out a boisterous laugh, allowing the way it bounced off our four little walls to return back to us. It was a sound most treasured. “I was hoping to get back around 9.”

“What?” I leaned back to look at her like she was absolutely preposterous. I mean, she was!

“Roadtrip!”

That’s how I found myself in the passenger seat of her car, no coffee in my hand because I wasn’t allowed until I have “a real cup of coffee.” Whatever the hell that means better happen soon, because as much as I loved watching the way she concentrates on the road in front of her, my eyes were starting to droop.

“It’s going to be another 4 hours. You can sleep, my love.” How she knew me so well, I will never be able to figure out, but I was out before we even made it across state borders.

That however, didn’t last very long. My girlfriend may be short and sweet, but behind the wheel? That’s a different story. The horn to her car is a very familiar sound when I’m jolted awake by a sudden stop.

“Really, asshole? Go!” She yelled, slamming her hand against the top of the steering wheel before looking over at me. “Hey, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you yet. I forgot how awful drivers are here.”

“Where is here exactly?” I questioned, sitting up from my slouched position to find cars practically on top of each other on a road not wide enough for two lanes.

“New Jersey. We’re 10 minutes away.” Wow, I didn’t realize I slept for that long, and I have to admit I’m a little surprised I wasn’t woken up sooner.

“How are we 10 minutes away? It’s at least another 30 to get to the tunnel.” Looking at our surroundings didn’t help me determine our exact location. To the left of us, there were dozens of graffiti murals on the side of what I assumed was another elevated highway. To the right, sidestreets with local businesses ranging from auto repair shops to fast food joints to gyms.

“Nuh uh, stop analyzing mister. You’ll know when we get there.” She waved a finger in my directions, putting a pin in my scrutinization. I pouted right back, successfully playing along to the theme of her scolding me like a 5 year old.

“I don’t like surprises you know.” It was the truth, but her contagious laughter that filled the car made me slightly less disinclined to stop asking questions.

“Oh I know, but trust me, you’ll like this one.” She went to go reach over to grab my hand from where it was resting in my lap, but stopped short and retracted in favor of slamming the horn. “Oh, come on!”

***

“So you drove to a train station... in New Jersey?” I asked while she was… attempting to park the car.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been taking this route since I was a little girl.” Once she finally figured out how to evenly space a two door convertible in a very spacious parking spot, she unbuckled her seatbelt, and was quick to grab her bag from the backseat. “Well, come on mister, we’re going to miss the train.”

To be quite honest, I have never been so lost in my life. I could probably pinpoint our exact location on a map if I wanted to, granted I was given any sort of information, but part of me didn’t want to. Scratch that, all of me didn’t want to, because my entire life has been planned out in front of me before, but right now, I get to be spontaneous with the most beautiful girl on the planet.

“Don’t let go of my hand,” she told me, lacing our fingers together and pulling me forward. “Don’t stop to look around, you will get pushed.”

We made it inside, and if I thought the DC transit system was bustling with people constantly, this place was so much worse. There were hallways left and right, all packed with people in a rush. It seems everybody had some place to be and zero time to get there.

“Upstairs.” We walked up two flights before reaching a platform, buying our tickets and making it just in time for a train to arrive. “I know they come every 8 minutes, but thank god we made this one,” she said as she sat down.

The cart we were in wasn’t too crowded, and once I finally found a map on the wall across from us, I saw that it was a direct ride to the World Trade Center.

“You said you took this train when you were little?”

“Yeah, I went to the city a lot as a kid. This was the easiest, and the cheapest way there.” A small smile played at her lips, obviously the product of some childhood memory. “I used to hop it.”

“Of course you did,” I laughed back with her, thinking about how an innocent looking child would be the first person to get away with sneaking onto the train.

***

“I said it before, I will say it again. Do not let go of my hand.” This time it was more stern, and if I were being honest, I would say that it got me the slightest bit nervous. She must have noticed, she always does, because she continued. “Don’t worry, it just gets congested and I don’t want to lose you.”

She was right about that, it indeed was very congested, but that was okay because she was holding my hand, and I would follow her just about anywhere if it meant she kept looking over her shoulder and smiling when she saw me. Once we made it across the way, and in front of heavy looking glass doors, she turned to me and started walking backwards.

“You okay? This is definitely not off to a great start.” She was wrong, it was off to a perfect start.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but you might want to watch where you’re going,” I said before her back hit the door.

“Please I can get here with my eyes closed.” And then we were outside, and all 5 of my senses were hit immediately. The sun was shining down on us, and before I could complain about not bringing my sunglasses, she handed them to me. My heart fluttered at the innocent act, taking the sunglasses with such gratitude even though she had already moved on to retrieve hers. “Do you smell that?” She asked.

“There are a lot of answers to that question,” I told her, not knowing if she was talking about the smell of the construction happening at the corner, the permanent garbage smell or something entirely different.

“The hotdogs, silly. Come on, there’s nothing like ‘em.” This time, I laced our fingers together, not because I was scared of losing her, I was, but I just really wanted to be closer to her. She didn’t mind, in fact, she let out a content hum and leaned her head on my arm as we walked to the stand.

“Can I get four hotdogs with sauerkraut and two grape sodas,” she asked the vendor, who politely nodded before moving on to prepare our food.

“You’re going to have a heart attack by 35,” I said as I nudged her with my shoulder. She gave me a small push back before answering.

“Is that a doctor’s diagnosis?” She asked as she took our now ready food into her hands, after paying the man before I even had time to blink. I just grabbed the two cans of soda and followed her where she was making a beeline for a park bench. “Watch out for skaters.”

“Yes, it is indeed a doctor's diagnosis.” I unwrapped one of the hotdogs before taking a bite. I closed my eyes and let out a content hum. “It may be a little worth it.”

“Exactly.” We sat there quietly, enjoying the warm weather and sounds of wheels against pavement. At one point, she rested her head against my shoulder, and I am convinced wherever she went would be Heaven.

***

“Are your eyes closed?” We found ourselves with both our hands interlocked, my eyes closed while she walked backwards. I gave an ‘mhm’ before she continued. “We’re here, just keep them closed, and…” her words trailed off. “Okay open.”

I opened my eyes to her holding her arms out in the middle of the largest bookstore I’ve ever seen. “Surprise!” My eyes were bouncing everywhere. It wasn’t too crowded, the large stairwell across the store catching my eye first. There were bookshelves tens of feet high, all loaded with different genres and authors. To the right of us, tiny knick knacks and pins and socks. It was beautiful.

“Wow,” I whispered out, still stuck in my place admiring our surroundings. She was beaming up at me, a hint of pride at her successfulness to drag me 6 hours away to the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

“The Strand has always been my favorite place in the city. Come on, let’s go explore.” She grabbed my hands again, pulling me deeper into the store towards a shelf labeled adult fiction.

***

Six books, three pairs of socks and a postcard later, we were back on the busy streets of New York, aimlessly walking and admiring the tall buildings and different attractions. Well she was, I was admiring the way she was looking around like it was her first time here. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to our surroundings, but no amount of skyscrapers or fountains could possibly ever match up to her level of beauty.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I asked randomly, startling her into jumping a tiny bit before giggling. She stopped us, turning to face me fully before reaching up to grab my face in her hands.

“Once or twice.” The kiss we shared on the New York streets were no different than the ones before, but this time, it felt like a silent promise. A passing between two lovers that no matter where we are, our love is the most beautiful thing there is. “I love you too, dork.”

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impulsivelykidflash · 3 years

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Kid Flash Open Starter!

“Mmph mmpew!” Mouth full of food, Bart waved at the food truck cashier that he had just bought a foot long from. The hotdog was wrapped in tin foil and covered in chili, cheese, mustard, relish, and hot sauce. Not even bothering to sit down, Bart started shoveling food in his mouth. Like his grandfather and cousin, he loved to eat. He couldn’t help it! His Speed Force metabolism was to blame. His cheeks puffed out, he walked away from the cart and glanced around at the nearby park. It was midday and sunny with blue skies. Little kids ran around on playground equipment to Bart’s left and college kids played touch football to his right. Everything seemed calm and happy.

Bart Allen was enjoying his first day off in a while. The past few months he had spent running around with the Teen Titans fighting crime. But things were currently quiet and calm. He could actually walk around in downtown NYC in civilian clothes and blend in with all the other people. His plan was to finish eating the hotdog, then grab some tacos from another nearby food truck, then he would head over to the public library and speed-read through one of the sections. The other Teen Titans were off having fun as well (or at least he hoped so), and he briefly wondered if he should ask one to hang out with him, but then he shrugged and continued walking. He was rarely alone these days so maybe it was a good thing to be out and about on his lonesome.

Bart finished off his hotdog and tossed the wrapper in a trashcan before wiping his hands on his pants to clean off the crumbs. He glanced around to try and find the taco truck, but then he heard screams from behind. In an instant he was turned the other way, his gold eyes going wide as he tried to see what was happening. A creature that looked like a real-life Tyrannosaurus Rex (yes, the dinosaur!) was currently stomping its way across the grassy lawn towards a group of children playing on a swing set. Saliva dripped from its massive fangs and it swung its head to and forth as it tried to catch sight of its prey.

A random citizen nearby pulled out a handgun and shot at the T-Rex, but it didn’t seem to phase the creature until it got shot in the upper leg. The dinosaur roared before turning to see what had hit it, then stomping over to another group of people as they all screamed and scattered.

“What in the…” Bart forgot about the food truck as he suddenly jumped into action, suddenly disappearing from where he had been standing and going behind a nearby alley to change into his Kid Flash costume. Even though he was 18 years old, he still had the name KID… though he was going to ask Barry soon if he could change it. In a blur of red and gold, he would start to run over to people to drag them away, picking them up and carrying them out of danger before running back to help others, the humans suddenly appearing 100 feet away as if by magic. “Kid Flash to the rescue!”

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pandemicperipatetics · 3 years

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Two Weeks in Missoula, MT

View from a bridge over the Clark Fork River

The Verdict

What a fun place to spend two weeks! Missoula prides itself on being weird, and we can see the charm. This tiny university town of 70-80K residents is surrounded by mountains and has the cute little Clark Fork River running through it. There are hardly any tall buildings and the downtown area is full of places to eat, drink, and buy random Montana-themed tchotchkes. We encountered very few chains or national brands (basically just some hotels downtown and the nearby Albertsons grocery).

From the quad at The University of Montana, Missoula

We also got a different kind of weird vibe, though. Missoula is gentrifying, and there’s an odd juxtaposition of it feeling a bit run-down -- the downtown area on the river isn’t terribly well-maintained; the local housing stock is pretty old; the university has lost a lot of funding and applicants in recent years -- and also designed for deep-pocketed tourists (food is more expensive than comparable options in NYC; the new downtown Mercantile building that houses the ~2 year old Marriott Residence Inn feels like an upscale shopping mall; it’s hard to believe how so many breweries could be supported by the size of the local population). As visitors unfamiliar with the area, we didn’t always feel totally welcome -- and we can only imagine what it must feel like for people from the area to experience it being transformed by yuppies and Silicon Valley money. Even the local shops already evoke AirSpace, and it’s a bit sad to think of Missoula losing its quirkiness more in the future.

Walking around downtown Missoula

What to Eat: Vegetarian Edition

For a town of its size, Missoula has a surprising number of places to eat out. It was exciting to discover lots of ethnic food and plenty of vegetarian-friendly options, but ultimately we found a lot of the food to be extremely overpriced for what it was. We also noticed that many of the places we visited were advertising for staff, some were closed due to lack of staff / inventory / ingredients, and a surprisingly high number of places experienced outages of menu items during our time there.

Note: All recommendations are in downtown or within walking distance. We’ve listed them in order of how much we liked them.

Five on Black [5/5]: Brazilian food that is surprisingly vegetarian-friendly and pretty reasonably priced ($12 for a large bowl). The tofu bowl with sweet potatoes and mango BBQ sauce was out of this world. Outdoor seating was available.

Masala [5/5]: Indian make-your-own bowl, Chipotle-style ($8). The coconut curry korma was delicious, and the paneer was pretty good too. This was the best value meal we had downtown. They had outdoor seating.

Basal [4.5/5]: Smoothies and salads. The Caesar salad with vegan dressing was pretty amazing, and the creamy smoothie (blue version) was obsession-inducingly good. Knocked off half a point because it is ridiculously expensive...yet we still went back a second time because it was delicious and healthy. Can’t remember if they had outdoor seating...

Market on Front [4.5/5]: Right by our hotel, and known for breakfast burritos. We tried picking up lunch there one day but it was a 25 minute wait. We tried again for an early dinner and voila...the Rawsome Vegan Wrap ($10.50) was very good The service was friendly, too.

Bernice’s Bakery [4.5/5]: This is a cute little bakery with great bread and vegetarian-friendly lunch options; we really liked their house-made Parker rolls ($0.60 each, or great as part of their sliders). They post their changing menu on Instagram daily. We didn’t try any of their sweets but they looked very enticing. This was also one of the few normally priced places we ate at. The shaded picnic table outside was very nice to eat at.

Zoo Thai [4/5]: This is an overpriced but pretty good Thai restaurant downtown. We really enjoyed the massaman curry ($17) and the coconut milk Thai iced tea ($3.5). There is one other vegetarian curry on the menu that was also decent. The service was exceptionally friendly although they are clearly understaffed (like lots of local places, it seems) and it took an unusually long time to get our food. Their outdoor patio was nice, and about a 30 minute wait on a Wednesday around 6p.m.

Conflux [4/5]: In a similar boat to Zoo Thai: the food was pretty good but it was one of the most expensive places we visited. We liked the vegetarian burger and the mushroom sandwich, and the beers were good too. The outdoor patio is extra cute and there was no wait when we went on a Thursday evening (when the wait was over an hour at The Camino).

The Union Club [4/5]: Our friend took us here, it’s a no-frills spot with a dive bar vibe, including pool tables and a few arcade games. As far as vegetarian options, they have a veggie burger (something like $6-$8) that was pretty decent and various fried items (breaded zucchini, jalapenos, etc). It was the most reasonably priced place we ate and we liked the relaxed atmosphere. There wasn’t any outdoor seating, but luckily it was nearly empty when we went.

Break Espresso [4/5]: Cafe. The lemon jam scone was decent, very sugary. We would totally go back here, but it didn’t seem like they had outdoor seating.

The Catalyst Cafe [3.5/5]: Good brunch options; the huevos rancheros were amazing, 5/5. However, the breakfast burrito with tofu and black beans was disappointing (maybe try the vegan brunch burrito with vegetables instead), and the service was particularly grumpy compared to anywhere else we went. They charge a gratuity on take-out orders, which they were upfront about but is still a bit odd. They have outdoor tables but due to the wait we took our food to go and ate on the lovely patio at our hotel.

Madeline’s Mediterranean (food truck) [3/5]: The falafel plate ($10) was tasty but unconscionably overpriced - 3 falafel balls, some lettuce, and a good heap of french fries.

Bahn Missoula (food truck) [3/5]: We tried the tofu bahn mi sandwich ($8). It wasn’t bad, but the bread wasn’t great, overall it had a bit of a sterile taste like airport food.

Le Petit [not rated]: This is a very popular local bakery that was recommended by a friend. We visited on a Sunday a little over an hour before closing and they literally had ZERO pastries left. We actually haven’t seen that anywhere before. Maybe it’s a small town thing? We didn’t see outdoor seating.

An area across the river from downtown, near the University. Close to Bernice’s and Le Petit. The reminder to “Believe women” brought us back to Jon Krakauer’s book Missoula.

Notable places we didn’t try:

The Camino (Mexican): We heard good things from friends but the vegetarian options looked sparse. Their happy hour could be a good option if you’re in the mood for margaritas -- we put our names down on a Wednesday around 5:45PM and an outdoor table wasn’t available for us until 7:10PM, after we had already sat down at Conflux. Notably, there was an open patio table for 40 minutes that they were saving for someone who was supposedly coming “soon.”

Tagliare Delicatessen: Our friend highly recommended, but the sandwiches were mostly meat- or cheese-oriented. Could be great for a tomato/basil/mozzarella lunch option.

What to Drink

There are so many great breweries! We only tried the most popular ones, but imagine there is much more to enjoy.

Draughtworks: Gorgeous and spacious outdoor patio; we easily got a table on a Saturday at 5p (though it filled up a bit later). They seem to be known for sour and fruity beers and have many unique flavors; the flight ($10 for 4) is a great way to try them out. The watermelon rhubarb kombucha was also amazing.

Dram Works: Has a good outdoor patio and exceptionally friendly service. They let you sample anything before ordering. We really loved their peanut butter beer. They also have multiple kombucha options on tap!

Big Sky Brewing: We didn’t actually go to this brewery, but tried their beers at a fun street festival (Roots Festival) that happened during our visit. We had to mention this because their beers were so delicious!

The Roots Festival was fun -- in addition to enjoying beer and food trucks, the 4-mile race through south Missoula was great!

Plonk: Cocktails place with an extremely cute outdoor patio upstairs. The cocktails were excellent -- especially loved the Pink Panther (it had watermelon in it, what’s not to love?)

Lake Missoula Tea Company: Not beer, but their array of loose leaf teas was incredibly interesting and expansive! They can brew a cup of any tea for purchase in store if you’d like. We heard the lychee black tea was exceptional, though didn’t try it. We did try the vegan ginger chai, which was good. Definitely a fun place to visit if you enjoy tea.

What to Do

As this was our stop between Yellowstone and Glacier National Parks, we didn’t do a ton apart from eating and drinking.

We did hear there is some decent hiking nearby. We walked the M Trail -- a short, straight uphill hike (1.2 miles each way) with a good view of Missoula -- it was perfect at around 8:30a.m. while still shady. Pattee Canyon was a longer hike recommended to us.

View from the M Trail

We heard hanging out on the river can also be fun. We did a chill ~2 hour tubing excursion on the Clark Fork River with Clark Fork Yacht Club. It was a lot of fun, we definitely recommend!

Where to Stay

We would have loved to stay in an Airbnb to get a feel for what it’s like to live in an actual neighborhood. Availability was sparse -- a local friend told us housing has been very difficult to find across the board as gentrification has accelerated, and we were also visiting for the 2 weeks before the fall semester started at the University.

We ended up staying at the Marriott Residence Inn Downtown (it was actually cheaper than the few Airbnb options we saw -- you can get a decent discount for staying 12+ nights). It felt more like a hip Manhattan high rise apartment than a Residence Inn -- it was swanky with a great gym and outdoor patio. The service wasn’t great and the staff were fairly unhelpful, but it otherwise worked out fine. The location was great: we were within walking distance of basically everything we wanted to do.

View from the Marriott Residence Inn Downtown Missoula patio

#missoula

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yespolkadotkitty · 4 years

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Tinderbox, pt 19

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Marshall thanked Christie and made his way out of the deli, stopping to say goodbye to Rosie. She waved to an old couple who complimented the day’s special before turning to him, her tumble of hair looped in a ponytail through her deli-logo ball cap.

“Arlo, huh?” she asked, but her tone was nervous.

“He isn’t involved, Rosie. He did what any teenage boy would do - took fifty dollars to drop the gift to you.”

Her shoulders relaxed. “Okay.”

“So,” he began as the deli bustled around them, “Tonight. I, ah…. I don’t think you should be alone.”

Colour infused her cheeks. “Actually I don’t want to be alone. I could ask Christie if-”

“Stay with me? I’ll have Faye tonight, but she’s actually really stoked to meet you.”

Rosie’s eyes widened for a second. “She is?”

“She is. Although she reiterated that she doesn’t share food.”

Her lips curved, and the urge to kiss her ran through his veins like wildfire. “Smart girl.”

“We’ll pick you up at seven, then?”

“Perfect.” She looked as if she was about to lift her face for a kiss, but a customer waved her over with a request for a coffee top up. “See you later, Walt.”

It was the first time she’d shortened his name, and he liked it.

He hadn’t taken three steps out of the door when Arlo appeared beside him. Marshall folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the outer brick wall of the deli. “Uh huh?”

“Uh, Sir.” Arlo’s face flushed red, his backpack hung on one shoulder. “You don’t have to tell Rosie, do you? About the….. Er….”

“Poetry?” Marshall prompted, hiding his amusement.

“Yeah,” Arlo mumbled, staring at the ground.

Marshall put him out of his misery. “I’m pretty sure it’s against the bro code. I won’t say anything.”

Arlo’s eyebrows shot into his hairline and he nodded. “Thanks, uh, Sir.” He turned away as fast as his legs would carry him, no attempt at the cool teenage slouch Marshall had seen him adopt previously.

*****

DAHLIA: How are you, babe? Not heard from you for a hot minute.

ROSIE: Well….. I’ve met someone.

DAHLIA: Holy shit!

DAHLIA: What’s he like? I want to know everything about him. How tall is he? What colour is his hair? Have you seen inside his pants?

ROSIE: Lovely. A bit grumpy on the surface but sweet inside. He’s very tall. Brown hair. And yes, I have.

DAHLIA: Oh my gawd.

DAHLIA: By the way, you haven’t seen Dylan around have you? It’s a big city so I guess probably not. But his old schoolteacher’s mom said he’d left for NYC.

DAHLIA: You ok?

DAHLIA: Meanwhile, back at the ranch….

DAHLIA: OK, you didn’t even laugh. I can tell even from here. Maybe I should come visit?

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Rosie fidgeted by the door of her apartment. She’d packed an overnight bag, changed Salami’s litter tray, ensured his dispenser was full of enough food to last until tomorrow mid morning. She glanced around her apartment, once her sanctuary. True, Dylan - if indeed Whiskers was Dylan - hadn’t crossed the threshold, but he knew where she lived, and that was bad enough.

The buzzer rang and she almost jumped off her feet. Drawing in a deep breath, she shook her head. “Calm down.” Five in, five out.

She pressed the intercom button. “Hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Marshall’s voice came clear through the speaker. “Your chariot awaits.”

“Be right down.” Rosie bent to drop a kiss to Salami’s head where the cat curled up on her painting table, eyes closed, tail flicking lazily.

She locked up behind her, the heels of her boots clicking on the stairs. The weather was getting warmer by slow degrees, but Winter’s teeth hadn’t been blunted yet, and she wrapped her scarf tighter as she pressed the door release.

Marshall stood outside in his thick black parka, the hood down. The wind teased errants curls of his thick, dark hair . Next to him, her hands in her pockets, waited the teenage girl from Marshall’s wallet picture, her hair hidden by the purple hood of her winter jacket, an expression of wariness and hope on her adolescent face.

“Hi,” Rosie ventured. “You must be Faye.”

“And you’re Rosie,” Faye replied, her tone neutral. “Dad says you’re staying with us tonight.”

Rosie glanced up at Marshall. “If that’s okay.”

Faye smiled shyly. “Well, we get to have double garlic bread because you’re coming for dinner.”

“I love garlic bread,” Rosie admitted.

“Me too!” Faye squealed, but then dropped her expression into the teenage ambivalence Rosie knew very well from when she’d been that age. “I mean, everyone loves garlic bread.”

“Come on, you two,” Marshall interrupted, rolling his eyes good naturedly. “I’d better get cooking.”

Rosie followed them into the car. Faye took the front seat next to her dad, and Rosie was happy to get in the back.

Marshall navigated the truck across the city and within twenty minutes they pulled up outside a tall brownstone. The end of its terrace, two big roman-style pillars flanked the entryway and a Victorian style lamp glowed on the wall above the buzzer panel.

Tapping in the code, Marshall let them in, first through the main door, and then into his ground floor apartment.

The living space was bigger than Rosie had expected, breezy and open plan. He’d been right though - no soul. The kitchen looked like it wasn’t often cooked in. The fridge held a selection of takeout menus and some polaroids of Faye, stuck up with magnets. Plain drapes lined the big picture window, and on the coffee table lay an official looking folder, likely full of police work.

“Dad’s place needs work,” Faye said shortly. She opened the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice. “You want some?”

“Sure.” Rosie shrugged off her coat and Marshall hung it with his own.

Faye set out three glasses and sniffed the juice before pouring. Beside her, Marshall started assembling the ingredients for lasagne and pulled frozen garlic baguettes from his small freezer compartment.

“What can I do?” Rosie asked as Faye shrugged her coat off and tossed it on the sofa.

“Dad and I usually cook together,” Faye replied from across the room, but then added, “how about you chop the herbs?”

The teenager set up her phone as a speaker and played some bubbly pop music as the aroma of cooking meat filled the space. Marshall asked Faye questions about her friends and her day as he measured out pasta sheets, and before long the dish was set in the oven, the aroma making Rosie’s stomach clench in hunger.

Marshall plated up the garlic bread and Faye practically vibrated next to him as he carried the dish to the table.

She snatched up a piece and tossed it from hand to hand. Rosie laughed at her antics. “A girl after my own heart.”

“So is it serious with you and my Dad?” Faye asked after chewing a mouthful of garlicky baguette.

“Faye,” Marshall growled.

“No, it’s okay,” Rosie allowed. “I care about your Dad very much, Faye. And to answer your question, I believe it is serious.”

Faye looked to her father for confirmation of this.

Marshall nodded. “I’m serious about Rosie. She makes me happy.”

For a second Faye looked from her father to Rosie and back again, as if deciding something. Then she smiled shyly.

“You’re happy?” she asked Marshall.

He hesitated. “Yes…?”

“So can I stay up late tonight? And can I pick the movie?”

Marshall looked at Rosie over Faye’s head, and his expression said I think we’re going to be fine.

As always thanking my beta, @ly-canthrope

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Marvel Headcanons - Road Trips

A/N: I’m a horrible person. But at least my procrastination of my asks is being for-filled in a way that still sprouts content. - Nemo

Summary: The Avengers and their S/O go on a road trip. Gods? Mutants? Aliens? with them, what could go wrong?

Masterlist

Loki Laufeyson

Bruh. You go on a road-trip with this guy and you’re gonna really wish you d i d n ‘ t.

Tricks. So many tricks. This guy can’t drive a car, he has nothing to do except play tricks. Look At That Face, no remorse, no mercy. You gotta be strong af to survive a trip like this with Loki.

bUt he does buy you all the food. And all the stuff you like. In mass amounts. (“(y/n), you said you liked this sweet packet stuff right? Ah, good. I brought five boxes so we don’t run out.” ) Like five whole boxes

So what’s it gonna be? Trickery for food? Yay or nay? Yay, definitely yay.

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

You will not sleep. Y’all get too hyped up of junk food and adrenaline to sleep for more then half an hour at a time so POWER NAPS ALL THE WAY THERE AND BACK

He video’s everything. He says it’s to show May and Tony when you get back but we all know the truth. Its so he can get one of those cool old-style videos of you No shame that boy has.

He lets you pick all the music, as long as it’s not AC/DC because he had an experience with Tony that involved ‘Thunderstruck’, hacking and his suits earpieces that lasted a over a week that we s h a l l n o t s p e a k o f e v e r

But overall it’s a really cute trip. So cliche. So romantic. So amazing.

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Loves every second because it’s with you and after everything he’s been through that is all he needs and wants.

He has playlists, cars, hotel reservations, restaurant reservations, food stops, food stashes, sights to see. All these things are ready before you even suggested getting away for a couple days.

Turns into a sappy, flirty mess. It’s almost like the trip turned back time to when you both first met and the only problem he had was making a new missile to sell to some place in Afghanistan.

He’s just so ready for a break, low and behold please give i t t o H i m

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Road-trips with Steve are done on the back of his motorbike and you can fight me on this. Mostly because he likes it when you wrap your arms around his torso so yeah fight me again.

Despite the trip being a road trip you both spend a lot of time at stops and motels instead of on the road. He likes taking things slow, since he hasn’t gotten to do things slowly for over four years after he woke up. He’s very grateful if you let him do this.

He lets you take lots of photo’s of him whether you’re good at it or not doesn't bother him. Even frames one you took of his silhouette because it looks that good to him.

Becomes addicted to cocktails after the second road trip because “they’re so colourful and come in so many flavours, (y/n) have you tried this blue one yet? Look they have one named after me-”

Thor Odinson

He gets so hyped and excited.

He really loves travelling and learning about earth more like you teaching him about earth stuff so he’s so optimistic about the whole trip and that attitude rubs off on you so you end up coming home all happy too.

He brings lollies/sweets/candy with you and lemme say you are bouncing off the walls the whole damn time. One time he got so hyped on sugar he almost summoned lighting.

You take Loki sometimes. He pretends he doesn't like it, but he does. He thought we wouldn’t notice but we did. So Loki ends up being the ‘bored’ third wheel while you and Thor stuff your faces with sour worms, chocolate, and gobstoppers.

Bruce Banner/Hulk

He’s gets so soft, and that makes you soft, and then you come back and your combined softness makes everyone else so very soft.

He worries about Hulk coming out and ruining the trip and the car but you constantly tell him and reassure him that it’s fine and you’ve managed to hone the ability to calm Hulk down when things get out of hand.

Needless to say he relaxes almost completely and w o w you didn’t know he sung that well.

And damn when you come back he’s like a changed man. Shyness? Almost gone. Reluctance to join conversations? Hell N a h. He almost becomes Tony 2.0 but only around you because “No one will believe you (y/n)”

Clint Barton/Hawkeye/Ronin

Clint almost l i v e s for road trips with you. I say almost because he lives for you.

You hunt down carnivals so he can win you all the prizes. The others aren't even surprised when you come back with a carload at stuffed toys anymore.

You also stop at a number of piers and sit at the end with fish and chips and some beer and just talk. Life. The future. The past. That one slice of pizza that tasted better than any others you've ever eaten in your entire lives.

You guys just do so much stuff. And its all so wholesome and pure and s o f t.

Peter Quill/Star Lord

Did someone say road trip? Peter has all the tunes.

So much as touch the radio/speakers without his knowledge and you're preparing yourself to (possibly) walk home. He doesn't care if you're the other side of the country. You will walk.

He's a sucker for staying up and stargazing with you. He'll point out all the planets he's been to, and all the ones he wants to take you to later.

While Stargazing, be prepaid to have him jump up and pull you to him if a 'dancing song' comes on. That can range from the 'Livin La Vida Loca' to 'All of Me’. It's amazing.

Scott Lang/Ant-Man

He's a dad. He knows how to keep others and himself entertained on long trips.

Magic tricks. Snacks. Music. Jokes. Everything and anything you can think of to pass time, he's got it ready and waiting.

Sometimes he takes Cassy with you, and honesty things become more fun (if that's at all possible). Which means, for you, more food, music from your childhood, and embarrassing stories about Scott that Cass had managed to get hold of.

Overall it’s pretty cute going on road trips with Scott, that and it’s never ever boring.

T’Challa/Black Panther

He’s a king, and a very busy one at that. So when you manage to pull him away from his duties he treats you extremely well.

First he takes you to a certain county (Once it was Singapore (that was a very luxurious trip), another time Hawaii, etc), then he gets a hire car and takes you wherever else you’d like go.

Every time, every trip, he finds a Starbucks. He collects the cups and brings them back to Okoye. He does it to spite her. You know it.

He gets much more relaxed on the trips, and always comes back being able to deal with his duties much better.

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Wow okay first off, Bucky loves road trips with you.

He manages to persuade Tony to lean him one of his fancy older cars and takes you along the coast in that. He’s a coast road trip type of guy.

He really loves the beach, the only thing that gets in his way is the sand and salty water getting in the joints of his arm, but he says he can “just take it off, don’t worry darlin’.” so yeah it’s r e a l l y not a problem.

If he can't get a hold of one of Tony’s old cars, he gets an old pickup truck/ute and camps outside on the back with you and watches the stars and has old 30′s/40′s music playing from the radio. It’s pretty cute. Like him.

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

Mate. This guy has no idea what he's doing.

Once he tried to bring, like, a whole ass record player because he was worried there’d be nothing to dance along to. Seriously, Kurt, we have a ca r a d i o for that. Precious Baby Boy.

He’s also pretty young, so be prepared to have lots of contraband School food (sour lollies, chips, etc) stashed everywhere in the car. This boy will eat all the junk food he can lay his three-fingered hands on. R E S T R A I N HIM.

He'd probably take every opportunity he can to cuddle you or take you hand in his. He’s not quite used to doing ‘normal’ stuff like this, so the fact he’s doing something like that with you means a lot.

Doctor Stephen Strange

He’s, um. He’s not used to this sort of thing either.

He’s been this arrogant, selfish, self-absorbed neurosurgeon for as long as he can remember. The most social and intimate thing he’s used to doing is ‘faking it’ with some random to make him look good.

BUT, sudeNly with you he kinda turns to a charismatic, sweetheart gentleman that will actually take you wherever you’d like to go. France? Okay. Brazil? Just south a little. China? Food’s great there. Russia? We’ll take ice skating lessons before we go.

He can’t actually leave NYC for long, but he will spend as much time with you on trips away because they help him relax and it’s n i c e.

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Star, November 30

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Kelly Clarkson getting married again

Page 1: As Britons marked Remembrance Day Prince Harry and Meghan Markle arrived at Los Angeles National Cemetery to pay their respects and lay flowers from the garden at their new $14.6 million spread in Montecito but the controversial couple almost immediately came under fire for yet another misstep -- their biggest gaffe was hiring celebrity fashion photographer Lee Morgan to snap their supposedly private visit -- the visit comes on the heels of a report that Harry requested and was refused that a wreath in his name be laid at London’s Cenotaph during a royal ceremony that day so while the visit to the cemetery in L.A. was meant to show respect it was also Harry’s way of telling his family that if they’re going to be petty and exclude him then he’ll do it his way

Page 2: Contents, Miranda Lambert

Page 4: Larsa Pippen spills the tea -- Larsa says Kanye West kept her from BFF Kim Kardashian

Page 5: Julianne Hough came out as sexually fluid while married to Brooks Laich and now that the two have split Julianne is exploring lady love

* Speculation has been ongoing about who will take over hosting Jeopardy! after Alex Trebek passed away and one frontrunner is former champ Ken Jennings and other names in the mix include hockey announcer Alex Faust and Laura Coates of CNN

Page 6: The Bachelorette OG Trista Sutter recently revealed that producers of her televised 2003 wedding to Ryan Sutter planned to up the drama for better ratings -- admitting that a pal discovered a crew member’s notebook during the three-day festivities and showrunners had compiled dossiers on her guests in hopes of pitting them against each other

* Bodyguard Mark “Billy” Billingham has opened up about his 18 months protecting one of the most famous broods in Hollywood much to Angelina Jolie’s dismay -- he was hired by Angie and then-husband Brad Pitt to keep an eye on their six kids Maddox and Pax and Zahara and Shiloh and Knox and Vivienne and their biggest concern was the kidnapping of the kids and for Angie that fear bordered on obsession so her home is like a fortress -- she wants her kids to have a normal life but she’s also aware of the dangers out there

* Star Spots the Stars -- Martha Stewart, Clare Crawley, Alec Baldwin, Jessica Alba, Bella Hadid, Viola Davis, Debbie Matenopoulos

Page 7: Jason Momoa shocked fans with his recent revelation that his breakout role in Game of Thrones gave him plenty of fame but no fortune -- after his character Khal Drogo was killed of in 2011 before the first season even aired he said he couldn’t get work and it’s very challenging when you have babies and you’re completely in debt; we were starving -- now of course Jason who shares two kids with wife Lisa Bonet has more than made up for those lean times but he’s not one to throw cash around

* After a single day of work Johnny Depp was axed from the third installment of the Fantastic Beasts films and he got to keep his eight-figure salary -- he was let go following a nasty defamation trial against a U.K. tabloid that called him a wife-beater -- now Mads Mikkelsen is going to be Johnny’s replacement as Grindelwald -- for his part Johnny will take the money and run and he’s panicked that this will lead to a permanent blacklist and his name is now mud in movie circles

Page 8: Star Shots -- overjoyed by Joe Biden’s victory Chrissy Teigen and John Legend took to the streets of West Hollywood to celebrate, Duchess Camilla paid her respects to veterans during the 92nd Field of Remembrance event at Westminster Abbey which is a duty formerly fulfilled by her stepson Prince Harry

Page 9: Steve Martin cruising through Central Park on a CitiBike wearing gloves and a protective face mask, Miya Cech and Ben Daon and Keith L. Williams and Kayden Grace Swan flanked creator Daniel Knauf at the premiere of The Astronauts

Page 10: Renee Elise Goldsberry and Sara Bareilles and Paula Pell and Busy Philipps shared a laugh shooting Girls5Eva, Offset caught up with some young fans while handing out free food from the Slutty Vegan Food Truck on Election Day in Atlanta, Caitlyn Jenner fueling up for a car-camping expedition with daughter Kendall

Page 11: Queen Latifah showed off a fresh new ‘do on the set of The Equalizer reboot in NYC, weeks after undergoing heart surgery Arnold Schwarzenegger was already behind the wheel again in L.A.

Page 12: Bachelor alum Hannah Ann Sluss running errands in L.A., Joey Fatone nearly stole the spotlight from actress Kate Katzman on the red carpet at the screening of her new film The Comeback Trail, Francesca Farago carried a pup while posing for photos for her swimsuit line

Page 14: MTV EMAs -- Alicia Keys, David Guetta, DJ Khaled, Zara Larsson

Page 16: Zooey Deutch having lunch with a friend in L.A., Tracy Morgan returned to his old stomping grounds to cut the ribbon at the $30 million Marcy Houses Community Center in Brooklyn, Olivia Culpo rushed to a meeting after a coffee run in L.A.

Page 18: Normal or Not? Ariel Winter carrying an enormous roll of bubble wrap -- not normal, Joel Michaely jumped for joy at the screening of his new film The Comeback Trail in Ft. Lauderdale -- not normal, Wanda De Jesus and Jimmy Smits enjoyed a stroll around Brentwood -- normal

Page 19: Gretta Monahan before filming a segment on The View -- normal, Bridget Moynahan and Steve Schirippa made a grisly discovery on the set of Blue Bloods -- not normal

Page 20: Fashion -- stars stun in silver -- Angelina Jolie, Thandie Newton

Page 21: Becky G, Elsa Hosk

Page 24: Phil Collins and Orianne Bates are slinging mud as their split gets even nastier

Page 25: Dallas alum Patrick Duffy and Happy Days actress Linda Purl are dating

* Ben Affleck plans to spend Christmas away from his three kids in Cuba with girlfriend Ana de Armas who hasn’t seen her family in months and is desperately homesick and Ben will do anything to make her happy -- the couple then plan to celebrate the new year touring South America -- Ben’s ex-wife Jennifer Garner is not happy about his plans because she’s at full capacity after tending their kids solo while Ben was filming The Last Duel in Ireland but Ben has made up his mind

Page 26: Cover Story -- Kelly Clarkson’s rush to the altar -- the star is healing from heartache with a hot new romance but as she tells pals she’s ready to wed again some are worried she’s moving way too fast -- pals are wondering if her mystery man could be country singer Brett Eldredge but Kelly is keeping her new guy’s identity under wraps for now

Page 29: Inside Kelly Clarkson’s ugly lawsuit -- the star is fighting in court with her former father-in-law Narvel Blackstock

Page 38: Entertainment

Page 48: Parting Shot -- pregnant Hilary Duff on the set of Younger in New York City

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Everyone’s A Kidder

A/N: This is my attempt to write something for @buckysforeverprincess Hop Into Spring 3K Celebration - you deserve double the followers! My prompt is in bold below

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: corny jokes abound!

Word Count: 940

You had first met Steve at Tony’s New Year’s Eve party after they had saved NYC, and the world, from an alien invasion. Your boss had insisted on your presence, even though you would have been just as happy at home on your couch with your French bulldog. Steve had somehow spotted you and introduced himself with the corniest joke. “What does a fish say when it runs into a wall?”

“Excuse me?” you had asked with a tiny smirk. His blue eyes sparkled as he asked again. “I don’t know. What does a fish say when it runs into a wall?”

“Dam,” he answered with a large smile. You laughed, throwing your head back. The extra glasses of champagne made you wobble in your seat; Steve quickly caught your arm and steadied you. “I didn’t know you’d fall for me so quickly.”

You chuckled and felt a blush creep over your cheeks. “Wooing me with corny jokes is a faster plan than chocolates and flowers,” you explained.

Six months and many dates, later you and Steve moved in together; you had found a loft style with big windows in the heart of Brooklyn.

All week long Steve had been coming to you with the corniest jokes, mostly supplied by Sam. “Hey babe,” Steve stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. You were still curled up in bed, blocking out the bright sunlight. “What do you call a sleeping bull?” You groaned and snuggled deeper under the covers. “Babe…” he pulled the covers down slightly to kiss you on the cheek. “Your boss is going to be mad if you’re late.”

“Fine,” you mumbled. “What do you call a sleeping bull?” You turned your face towards Steve who kissed you soundly before answering “A bull-dozer!” His laugh bounced off the walls; you winced as a headache came on suddenly.

You pulled the covers back up. “I’m calling off; my head is killing me.”

Steve’s laugh stopped; he sat down on the bed and pulled you into his arms. “Seriously? Is it that bad again?” You nodded and groaned as the movement made it ache more. You snuggled into Steve’s arms further. “Ok, I’ll call him. You get some rest; take something ok?”

“Ok,” you whispered. Steve watched you drop right back to sleep. He shook his head and headed back to the bathroom. He found the migraine medication and got you a glass of water, then walked back out to set them on the bedside table. He finished getting ready, wrote you a quick note, then headed towards the Avengers tower.

When you woke up a few hours later, you read Steve’s note:

Y/n, here’s the medicine and water you need. Hope you feel better! Your boss took the news rather well too. ;-) But he did tell me, to tell you, it's Jamaican hairstyle day at work tomorrow. I'm dreading it. Ha! Love you, Steve

You smiled at his latest corny joke; you loved his dorky sense of humor. Before you could reach for your phone to text him a thank you, a knock sounded at your front door. You grabbed Steve’s t-shirt laying across the bed and ran to the door. Another knock sounded and you glanced in the peephole. A man clad in brown stood on the stoop. You opened the door with a grin. “Hi there,” the man held out a green box with the 1-800 Flowers logo. You thanked him as you took the box. He tipped his ball cap and ran back to his truck.

You closed and locked the storm door, leaving the other door open. It was a mild spring day and the clean air cleared up your head a bit. You opened the box and sucked in your breath. The box was stuffed full of tulips: pink, purple, orange, yellow, and white. You looked for your largest vase and filled it with water, then dumped in the plant food provided before arranging the flowers. The sky grew overcast as you snipped and placed each flower; you heard a distant rumble of thunder and took a breath of the now-charged air. The rain started lightly at first. You heard Steve’s bike pull into the drive a few minutes later.

“Honey, I’m home.” His smile lit up his face, brighter than the earlier sun. A bright streak of lightning crossed the windows and the rain went from light to buckets. “Just in time,” he muttered before pulling you into his arms. He leaned his head down and kissed you until you were both breathless.

You finally pulled away with a chuckle as you asked “Steve, if April showers bring May flowers,” nodding at the finished bouquet, “what do May flowers bring?”

Steve rolled his eyes knowing the answer already. “What do May flowers bring babe?”

“Pilgrims!” You giggled before you reached up to kiss him again. It was brief, but Steve hugged you close to his chest as you considered your next corny joke. “Here’s a better one for you, Cap. Have you heard about the pregnant bed bug?”

Steve pulled back to look down at you. “That’s a new one. I’ll have to remember this for Sam. Ok, I have not heard about the pregnant bed bug...”

You looked down then glanced up shyly. “She’s going to have her baby in the spring.”

Steve chuckled then froze. His gaze roamed your face, then he pulled back to give you an entire once over. “Spring?” he whispered.

“Ok, in our case winter but…”

His loud whoop interrupted you before he grabbed you. “Really?” His eyes were shiny as were yours. “Really.”

FIN

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food truck manufacturing

From the essential chuck wagon fare of stews, beans and biscuits, we have come a long way and expect a lot more than the old cellophane wrapped sandwich of the 50s and 60s, along with stale coffee. Ethnic cuisines and built to order hot foods are now commonplace for harried on-the-run office workers, and we're wiling to pay top dollar for the convenience.

In the 50s, mobile canteens serviced U.S. Army troops on bases and maneuvers, but these were little more than regulation chow. Americans have come to expect a lot more and creative vendors gladly answer the call. From early ice cream trucks to the hot dog vendors making use of their Vienna Beef umbrellas, thousands food truck manufacturers in los angeles out of offices, factories and stores, headed compared to that truck down the street where they know what they'll find and don't mind standing in line for it. Who needs stale vending machine foods or fast food burgers when we will get fresh falafel packed into pita bread, a plate of nachos or an authentic fish and chips wrapped in newsprint. What's evolved from the "roach coach" of the past to an area that launched the career of numerous executive chefs, food trucks now even cater at special events, college campuses,conferences and weddings.

Let's examine the most popular and latest offerings from these meals-on-wheels across the country. Many of these truck operators also have restaurants multiple locations, and the majority are culinary school graduate and chefs:

The Grilled Cheeserie - from basic to designer grilled cheese sandwiches, Nashville

The Taco Truck - a number of tacos and toppings, in addition to burritos, Hoboken, NJ

Fukuburger Truck - the specific last name of its Japanese owner, burgers feature unusual Asian toppings and sauces, Las Vegas

Mac Mart Truck - takes mac and cheese to a fresh level with creative ingredients, Philadelphia

Luke's Lobster - lobster, crab and shrimp rolls for around $17 (clearly not for anyone on a budget) New York City

The Cow and Curd - cheese curds, batter dipped and deep fried, with dipping sauces, Philadelphia

Kogi BBQ - creative and diverse Korean cuisine, Los Angeles

Ms. Cheezious - more food truck manufacturing grilled cheese sandwiches, certainly one of America's favorite comfort foods, Miami

Cinnamon Snail - vegan food for the more health-conscious and non meat-eating crowd, with not just a snail in sight (go figure) NYC

Oink and Moo BBQ - award-winning pork and beef BBQ with the trimmings, NJ

If you venture into ethnic neighborhoods, like a big city Chinatown, obviously you will discover a preponderance of the native cuisines dotting the streets, but overall they are the most common menu items around the world:

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Okay, this may sound silly, but I've always thought it would be fun to write a fic where Killian kinda playfully in retaliation for all the times Emma has cuffed him, goes back to one of those places and uses her handcuffs on her in return. (I thought about writing a canon divergent where he goes with her back to NYC to get stuff she and Henry left, and they go to the same park bench where she cuffed him for police and he cuffs her. ;) They'd go after dark so if things got frisky in public, well

(…ran out of room!) well, he’d have planned ahead for that! ;) Or, she’s hurt fighting some baddie or something and ends up in the hospital, so he cuffs her to the bed (as she did him in s2!) to make her stay long enough to relax and heal. (Of course they could still get up to mischief…) I’ve read more modern au from you than canon divergent, so may not be your thing but since you’re taking prompts, thought I’d throw it out. I’ve never been sure enough of my smut skills to try it myself

I have had this written for a week, and I just found it when trying to find another document. So sorry about that :D I hope this is what you were looking for @snowbellewells! I think it pretty much is, but I’m just going to go hide in a corner lol.

“Swan, you have to go get all of your belongings. It’s been months.”

“I can buy new belongings. Those are…tainted.”

“How are they tainted, love? They’re from your year with Henry. I’m sure a lot of love went into those.”

She sighs, sitting down on the bed and putting her face in her palms, and she feels the bed dip down as Killian sits beside her, his scent invading her as his hand running up and down her back in small circles. Her parents are talking downstairs, something about if Neal’s (God, why in the hell did they name him Neal?) bathroom habits are normal. She loves them. She really does, but living with her parents is getting old. That’s why she needs to go back to New York. Her things are there, her clothes, her furniture, her memories, both fake and real, of Henry. If she ever wants her own place, she needs things to fill it with. She just doesn’t want to go because as happy of a time as that was, it wasn’t all real. She didn’t keep Henry when he was born and raise him, and as thankful as she is that Killian came to save her so that she could be reunited with her family (and with him), she wishes she didn’t have all of these conflicting memories.

And then there’s the fact that she almost married a damn evil monkey. Like, what the hell? How could she have been so blind to all of that? Maybe she wasn’t. Maybe that’s why she didn’t say yes to his proposal. Deep down she must have known that, well, that there was a man in the life she didn’t remember, a man who she may have…had strong feelings for.

Killian had said a man who she loved, and while sometimes she thinks those words when it comes to him, she can’t…she can’t say them out loud. She can’t even really think them. How is she so screwed up that she can’t even think the words? He loves her, and the thought of that causes a shiver to run down her spine where his fingers her touching her, her body slightly shaking at the thought. He loves her, and that scares her. It’s not that she’s scared to be loved, though she was for a long time. It’s that he loves her so truly and so deeply, and what if she can’t return the same level of his affection? What if he gets tired of her not loving him in the same way that he loves her?

She knows that’s ridiculous. He’s loved her for over a year, a part of that time thinking he’d never see her again, and his feelings didn’t waver. His feelings didn’t waver then, and they didn’t waver when she treated him like shit. If that’s not terrifying, she doesn’t know what is.

So she likes him, really likes him, and while New York causes conflicting feelings for her, she’s excited about the prospect of the two of them getting away for a weekend. It’s been difficult for them to be together, even in these weeks of relative peace, with her parents downstairs and Henry often sharing the top floor of the loft with her. Sometimes she’ll get a chance to sneak away to his room at Granny’s, sneaking out of the loft so that she doesn’t have to deal with her dad’s obnoxious disapproving look, and those nights are incredible, the sounds of the old mattress at the bed and breakfast creaking as they move on top of it, the sounds of moans and grunts mixing with skin sliding together and laughter echoing throughout the small bedroom.

But there are people sleeping next door, people who often give her disapproving looks, similar to the ones her dad gives, the next morning when they’re eating breakfast at the diner, and she wants time with just she and Killian and no one judging them. She’s an adult woman. Shouldn’t she be able to spend time with her boyfriend without interruptions? Without disapproval?

Why the hell is she being stubborn when she keeps thinking about all of the reasons to go? Don’t the good outweigh the bad?

“They’re just…” she groans sitting up and resting her head on his shoulder, his arm further wrapping around her and pulling her a little closer to him, “…it’s complicated. But we’re going to go and get the things I want to keep. I’ve just got to do it. Maybe we can even go on a date or something.”

“Oh, love, I think a date would be wonderful. I’ve even got a surprise for you when we get there.”

“A surprise?”

She looks up to him to see him raising an eyebrow, the black brow high on his forehead causing his skin to wrinkle the slightest bit and the one eye that’s widened become incredibly blue. His lips are closed in a smirk, the left side raising with his brow, and whatever this surprise is sounds both intriguing…and terrifying.

But in a good way.

They take her dad’s truck for the drive, her bug not big enough to cart around all of the things they’re bringing back, even with the Uhaul, and this long drive is much more comfortable than the first one they shared when they traveled the same distance but in the opposite direction. She guesses that things with them are a bit opposite now, too.

The radio doesn’t work, so Killian entertains her with tales of the sea. She doesn’t fail to notice that most of them seem pretty tame, and not a single one is from the missing year. She’s heard enough of those to know that it was incredibly difficult for him, heartbreaking he’d said once under the influence of alcohol and under the cover of the darkness, and so if he wants to keep to lighter tales of mishaps on the Jolly and non-violent thieveries of other ships, she won’t complain. In return, he asks to know a little more about her, about things he doesn’t know yet, things she hasn’t shared.

“What do you want to know?”

She glances over to see him running his thumb across his bottom lip, the rings on his fingers glistening in the sunlight piercing through the window, and that’s not distracting at all when her attention is supposed to be on the road. It seems like forever before he finally responds, and she blushes at his answer…or his question really.

“How old were you for your first kiss?”

“What?” she laughs, glancing over at him again quickly before turning her eyes back to the road, heat still flaming in her cheeks even at the innocent question. “Why would you want to know that?”

“It seems like a popular question to ask when dating someone.”

“What did you do? Google questions to ask on a first date?”

“Google?” he inquires, his voice raising in pitch. “What the bloody hell is google?”

She knows that he can’t help it, that he wasn’t raised in modern times so modern terminology is still baffling to him, but she giggles a bit anyways. He huffs in frustration, and she releases the steering wheel to reach over and grab his hook, holding onto the cool metal and bringing it to rest over her thigh.

“Google is when you look things up on the internet. On the computer. You can look up…research whatever you want, find out almost any information.”

“So like a library inside of the computer?”

She smiles. “Yeah, exactly.”

“Huh,” he contemplates, scratching at his chin, and he’s brilliant. People don’t realize it, but he’s utterly brilliant. If her time in the Enchanted Forrest taught her anything, adapting to a new world with new (and old) technologies is no small feat, and he’s done it with barely any help time and time again. You don’t live for as long as he has without being a cunning, intelligent being. “Well, I’d like you to teach me how to do that when we get home, aye? But I didn’t google that. I read it in a book actually.”“What kind of book?”

“I think one meant for people Henry’s age, but I thought it would keep the conversation light. I can tell you first, if you’d wish.”

“Sure. Tell me about your first kiss, Killian.”

“Well, I am a dashing rapscallion and have always been devilishly handsome, so it should come as no surprise that I was young.”

Cocky bastard.

“How young, babe?”

Oh shit. The endearment just slipped from her mouth. She’s never called him anything but Hook or Killian before. She knows that he uses every endearment in the book for her, but would he like being called by a pet name? Where did that even come from? How long has she wanted to call him that?

“Well, I was certainly not a babe. I was fourteen. Liam and I had just gotten to spend a day on land when the ship we were currently…residing on was docked. I met a lass, though, I don’t remember her name, and she kissed me while Liam was buying us some food.” He bends toward her without her realizing it, his breath hot against the shell of her ear, and there’s that damn shiver again. “You can call me babe whenever you want, love. Don’t refrain from saying it on my account. It’s…alluring.”

He pulls away from her like he didn’t just turn her on in the middle of a hellishly long drive, and he’s going to be the death of her. He really is.

“So how old were you, Swan?”

The sun has set by the time they get into Manhattan, and after finding parking near her apartment and switching out Killian’s hook for his prosthetic hand, they make their way to find something to eat, her stomach grumbling in protest of its emptiness. Killian offers to take her somewhere nice, but neither of them are really and truly dressed for it. And as wonderful as going somewhere all dressed up sounds, she kind of likes the idea of just running in somewhere and grabbing a bite before walking around New York with Killian and chatting some more, telling happy stories from their lives even if they’re all a bit tinged in sadness. It’s nice to be able to walk around somewhere, sightseeing and people watching without them actually being the people who are being watched by the residents of Storybrooke.

She’s the one who lived here for a year, but Killian is the one who leads their walk, the two of them occasionally passing his flask between them when they can get away with it. She wonders how he knows his way around, but he did wander around Manhattan until he found her, didn’t he? Maybe one day she’ll ask how exactly he found her, but she doesn’t really want to reminisce tonight, not when she’s got so much ahead of her.

Suddenly Killian stops, tightening his grip on her hand, his fingers twitching, and turning her to face him, a mischievous smirk gracing his lips. “Close your eyes, Swan.”

“What?” she giggles, the rum from Killian’s flask hitting her a little more than she thought it would. “Why would I close my eyes? Does this have to do with that surprise you were talking about?”

“Aye, now close your eyes, love.”

She listens even having no idea what’s going to happen next, but she trusts him. She trusts him, and she’s sure that this plan can’t be nefarious, not with Killian. Everything is black as he guides her to wherever they’re going, his hand and prosthetic placed on her shoulders to guide her, and after what feels like several minutes of blindness, she’s guided to sit down, the cold wood of what must be a bench seeping through her jeans.

“Keep them closed for just a minute more, love.”

She does, he she smiles when he takes her left hand, pressing kisses against each of the individual knuckles like the gentleman he is…and that’s when she feels the cold of metal and the familiar sound of handcuffs closing together, locking into place with an audible clink.

Her eyes shoot open immediately, her vision taking a moment to adjust to the blackness that still surrounds her from the inkiness of the night, and even through her blurring vision and the lack of light, she sees Killian standing before her with his arms crossed and the cockiest smile she’s ever seen formed on his lips.

“What the fuck, Killian?” she gasps as she tries to loosen the cuffs, the metal cutting into the skin of her wrist. Yep. This thing is secure, and she cannot believe this is happening. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined tonight turning out like this.

Though, she has had some wild dreams vaguely similar to this.

“Do you know where we are, Swan?”

Her eyes dart around, her vision fully returned to normal while her heart beats erratically in her chest, and it takes her less than a minute to realize where they are. She handcuffed him to this very same bench when she didn’t remember him and thought he was some kind of lunatic, and it looks like some kind of payback is in order…but why would he want payback? What would he even do to get payback? It’s not like she’s an enemy of his who he wants vengeance from. And he’s not exactly into the whole vengeance thing anymore. So what? Is he here to torture her? That doesn’t make any sense. He’s enamored by her. He wouldn’t torture her.

And that’s where she’s wrong.

The smirk never leaves his face, and he takes a step forward, squatting down in front of her and running his hand and prosthetic up her thighs, his hand stopping right at the top and rubbing against her skin, inching closer and closer to her core, and when did she stop breathing? Because she’s most definitely not breathing right now.

“Killian,” she whispers, and his eyes have never fallen away from hers, his contact unwavering while his left arm moves up her side and rests just below her breasts and his hand continues to tease at her leg, causing a coil to tense in her belly and flush to rise in her cheeks, invisible under the darkness of the sky.

“Killian,” she whispers again, her voice a little louder this time as he moves up her body, his hand sneaking under the hem of her sweater, his hot skin mixing in with the cold of the air, and moving higher and higher until he’s touching her breast through her bra, her nipple already hardening as his ringed thumb runs over the cotton cup. “Whatever it is you’re doing…you can’t – you can’t do it in public.”

“There’s no one around,” he breathes against her lips, his so close that she can almost touch them. She can almost kiss him. She wants to kiss him.

“It’s New York. Someone’s always around. The city that never sleeps and all that.”

He moves away from her and turns side to side, checking their surroundings, and when he looks back to her, he leers while he palms her breast, his rough hand kneading her soft flesh. “Not right now. But don’t worry, Swan. I’m only doing this to tell you a little story. And yes, this is my surprise for the night.”

He presses a kiss against her jaw, much more tender than she would expect, before beginning his tale. “I came back to save you, and while I didn’t want to be the one to put all of that pressure back on your shoulders, all of that heartache, I knew that I had to. And it wasn’t for me or for my feelings for you. It was for your parents. For Henry. For you. You might not have wanted to remember your past, but you deserve to live in the truth, love. You don’t deserve to live a lie.”

When she drank that memory potion, it was like waking up from a really good dream only to have everything she knew crash down around her, but she doesn’t regret it. It wasn’t her life. This is her life…being handcuffed to a bench by her boyfriend, Captain Hook. It sounds like some kind of manic dream, but it’s not. It’s real. This is real.

“Why are you handcuffing me, though?”

He intensifies his smirk, lips curling further up, before tapping at breast with his forefinger. “Ah, ah, ah, love. We’re not there yet in the story…So you hated me for awhile – ”

“I didn’t hate you.”

His smirk turns into a soft smile. “You did, love, but that’s okay. Look where we are now.” She raises her eyebrow, and he chuckles. “Okay, maybe not right at this moment, but in general. You’re happy with your life. You’re happy with me, I presume?”

She smiles, something akin to joy rushing through her veins. “I am.”

His soft smile turns brighter, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “And so I thought that we could have a little fun. And while I don’t believe in my revenge anymore, I do believe that some people deserve a taste of their own medicine.”

“And I’m one of those people?”

“That you are, love.”

“So what’s my payback?”

“When I came back her to save you, I tried to kiss you to make you remember, and you refused me.”

“Killian – ” He’d tried a true love’s kiss, and it didn’t work. They don’t work when someone’s memory is altered. Would it had worked had her memory not been altered? Are they…are they true love? Does she get to have a true love other than Henry? Is that possible for someone like her?

“Think nothing of it, love.” He looks pained when he says it, but he soldiers on like he always does. “You didn’t know me, which was exactly the problem. I knew you, but you weren’t you. I couldn’t have you. I couldn’t speak to you like I normally would, and I couldn’t touch you. That’s your payback. To be tied up in bed…in the good way.”

She gulps, desire rushing straight to her core at his plan, and this is a surprise she can get on board with. If all of her paybacks were like what she’s imagining, she would do more things that caused her to deserve it. That’s probably not normal, but Killian has lowered his voice, his words coming out in a smooth, dulcet tone that he often uses when whispering dirty little nothings in her ear, whether that be during sex or when they’re sitting in a booth at Granny’s. It’s intoxicating, and she wants more.

She reaches up with her free hand to grab the collar of his coat, pulling him into her so that she can press her lips against his, sliding their mouths together but not pushing it any further than that, thrusting him back with eyes blown wide and parted lips searching for air.

“You forget,” she breathes against his lips, resting her forehead against his and gripping onto his lapel a little bit harder, “I have a free hand.” She caresses his face just to prove a point, and she sees his eyes flutter closed, eyelashes hitting his cheek. “I can still touch you.”

“Aye, but you won’t be able to when we get back to the apartment.”

Holy fuck.

He let her touch him as they were making out when they first got back to the apartment, stumbling across the hall, running into the furniture they have to pack up, shedding clothes while their lips hungrily slanted over each other. He didn’t even give her a chance to look around, to feel the memories of this place, and through her haze of lust she realizes that must have been his plan all along, the sneaky bastard. He’s disguising whatever this payback is to keep her tainted memories away, only replaced with good ones, and he seems to do a lot of that. He’s always helping her, even when she doesn’t realize it, and her heart pounds in her chest and something catches in her throat just thinking about it, about how kind he is.

But that kind man has also got her sitting in bed with nothing on but a pair of handcuffs…her handcuffs to be exact. She didn’t realize that until now, the lightness of the room making them visible unlike the darkness of the park outside. How the hell did he manage to swipe these off of her?

“Roll over, sweetheart.”

He’s been working his lips up and down her body, spending an extraordinary amount of time lavishing at her breasts with his tongue, lapping her up and swirling the tip of it against her tits, bringing them to hard peaks with his tongue and his hand, his stump running up and down her side, the jagged edges of it sending shockwaves through her. She didn’t realize how much she needed to touch him until she couldn’t. Sure, she’s got her legs and a bit of movement in her hands, but she can’t roam the lines of his body with her hands, with her fingers. She can’t grab onto his hair and direct his ministrations. She just can’t, and it’s killing her.

It doesn’t help that she’s absolutely soaked, and while he’s working her up, he’s not working her up in all of the right places. Just, like, right…adjacent.

“Roll over, love,” he repeats, his voice a bit more demanding than she expected.

She kind of likes it even if this isn’t their usual way of going about things.

She likes it, so she complies, rolling over on her stomach and lifting her arms above her head so that they rest near the headboard. She knows that’s what he wants with this whole thing, and even though it’s a little difficult to think straight with all of the absolutely indecent thoughts running through her mind, she knows that the faster she complies, the faster they get this thing on the road.

She feels him kiss down her spine while his hand and stump hold onto her hips, roaming a bit closer to her ass, and with every kiss, his scruff rubs against her skin, the harsh hairs of it sending a prickling sensation right to her core, her entire body shivering in anticipation. It’s a lot of sensations all at once, and she needs him to pick one. She reallydoes because she might just combust right here and turn into a million little Emma pieces.

“Your skin is like silk,” he murmurs at the base of her spine, his hand palming her ass, and she moans at the sound of his voice when he speaks and the way that the hot air hits her skin. “I’ve never felt anything like it, and I can’t quite believe that it’s mine to touch.”

She shudders at his words, especially as his lips move to kiss her ass, and she twists her neck to look at him as much as she can, only seeing a bit of his dark hair and his arms holding her thighs up, her ass high in the air. To her disappointment, she can’t really see him, but she can feel him moving down her body and hear his groans as his knees hit the hardwood floor. He’s so close to where she wants him, and the anticipation runs through her like nothing else has ever done before, especially when he uses the strength of his arms to lift her ass higher in the air and then breathe against her glistening folds.

Just…damn. Her entire body practically pulses in pleasure, in desire.

He’s almost there. So, so close, and she can practically already feel the vibrations of his tongue touching her, but then he pulls back so suddenly that she thinks she might have whiplash, her head spinning and her body groaning in protest.

“This is okay right, Emma?” he questions. Gone is the confident Captain who always takes charge, and out of his shadows appears the gentle man who cares for her and comforts her at all times, no matter what he’s feeling.

She smiles, her entire face softening at finally getting to see his blue eyes again and his soft, kiss swollen lips. She nods her head, a smile breaking out onto her own face, and they must make quite the sight. “Killian, if I wasn’t okay with this, I’d have stopped it long ago.”

“You sure, love?”

“I’m sure.”

Those are apparently the only words that he needs because without hesitation he’s back between her thighs, his tongue assaulting her dripping folds with such ferocity that it’s almost like he’s not the same sweet, caring man he was a moment ago. Of course, not all men do this, so even with its filthiness (such sweet, sweet filthiness), this a damn sweet, caring man. God, he’s good at this, the way he flattens his tongue to eat at her only to curl it inside of her entrance, quick little flicks of it to tease her, bringing her higher and higher only for everything to come crashing down around her. This entire night has been like one big tease, the pressure in her stomach building so much that it’s painful, and even if she can push her hips into his face, she can’t really do anything to hurry this along, simply having to lay there and go along for the ride as the onslaught of his tongue and lips continues.

“Killian,” she moans as he thrusts into her entrance, her walls fluttering the slightest bit around his tongue, “please.”

“Please what, love?” he speaks against her folds, his lips gently touching her swollen flesh, and even that sends shocks through her.

“Please let me come. Please do something. This is…this is…”

“Payback?” he suggests, a dark chuckle escaping his lips while his hand leaves her ass and moves around to rest at her stomach, his fingers inching closer and closer to her bundle of nerves, all of her senses heightened so that she can feel every place where Killian is touching her body.

It isn’t enough.

It’s torture.

“Yes,” she gasps, and that’s when his fingers find her clit, rubbing roughly as soon as the calloused pads of his thumb make contact, and there’s some many differing sensations happening that her mind starts to go numb. His thumb is rough against her nerves, pushing hard and tightening the coil in her stomach, but the rings on his fingers are cool against her flesh, making her shiver under his touch as his hot mouth starts eating at her again, his scruff rubbing into her skin with each movement. It’s too much. It’s all too much, and before she knows it the coil unwinds and her entire body turns into a quivering mess, her legs slipping from their position and falling to the mattress only to be held up by Killian’s mouth as he continues to work her through her orgasm, lapping up her juices while she’s just absolutely…boneless, her body twitching in the aftershocks.

She thinks she hears Killian mutter delicious. He’s going to kill her, and she’d let him without question.

There’s the sound of a zipper coming undone, and that’s when she comes back to herself, twisting her body over onto her back so that she can look at him, a dopey smile on her face while she brings her arms down to rest on her stomach, the cool metal of the handcuffs shocking compared to how warm she is all over.

“You ready to set sail there, Captain?”

He laughs before shucking his pants, his cock bobbing up against his stomach, and it shouldn’t be surprising that she can laugh during such intimate moments with him…but it kind of is. She wonders when she’ll get used to this feeling of happiness, of trust.

“Why, love?” He starts stroking his cock, his fingers moving up and down the velvety length. “You like my vessel?”

Her face scrunches in amusement (and cringes a little at his return of the bad pun), her eyes closing and her stomach moving with laughter, and she doesn’t realize that Killian is leaning over her lips until he presses a kiss against them, the taste of herself all over his scruff and his tongue. She moans into the kiss, and he does the same, the vibrations of them mixing together. Right before he pulls back, she can feel his smile.

“Well, it is quite the vessel you captain there, Jones. I hear you’re a hell of a captain, too.”

He laughs before quickly pressing another kiss against her lips, this one much more innocent than it has any right to be. “You’re a marvel, darling. Truly.”

When he slides into her a few minutes later, his length filling her in the way that she’s grown used to in the past few weeks, she can’t help but smile even as she gasps at his slow, shallow thrusts, hitting her clit with every movement and every swivel of his hips. He gets into a good rhythm, his hips doing most of the movement, but then he nudges her legs further apart so that he can settle himself more fully into her, sheathing himself to the hilt. And when he does, he rests his fully body weight over her chest, the coarse hair there rubbing against her nipples while his hand holds her arms far above her head to stretch her entire body, the handcuffs still intact, and he kisses her nearly the entire time, the slow slide of his tongue matching up with the slow slides of his length in and out of her.

“You’re so perfect for me, love,” he growls into her ear, dipping his tongue inside, and she’d give anything to touch him right now. To hold onto his shoulders, her nails leaving crescent moons in his skin, marking it with scars that’ll leave pleasant, pleasurable memories. “Like a perfect fit that I never want to leave.”

“Don’t,” she practically sobs, and the words mean more than just sex, and the way that Killian pulls back to gaze in her eyes makes her realize that he knows it too. “Don’t leave.”

“Never,” he promises, devouring her mouth while his hips piston into hers, hitting her so hard and so passionately that she doesn’t think she’ll be able to walk tomorrow. “You feel too good, too tight, to bloody wonderful. You’rebloody wonderful.”

She wants to say something back, to say something as seductive and yet kind to him, but everything gets caught in her throat and comes out as a moan while he drives himself into her, his thrusts slowing even more, long drags in and out of her that make her breath hitch with every single pump of his length. All she can do is mutter little half words, mixtures of his name and cries of pleasure while he works inside of her, her muscles contracting around him while his weight continues to push her into the mattress. Fuck, this is good, and if it could go on forever, she’d let it. She’d let Killian push her higher and higher until she does actually combust into a million little pieces of Emma.

A bead of his sweat falls onto her eyebrow, the salty water dropping down past her lashes when he leans down and presses his lips there, capturing his sweat and a bit of hers before kissing her eyelid, his hips swirling and causing him to hit spots inside of her that make her vision blur and her body convulse while his lips move up and down her neck, trailing hot, wet kisses on her over heated skin.

She’s never made love to someone before, but that’s what this feels like. He’s got her handcuffed and was doing absolutely filthy things to her earlier, but as her walls flutter around him, her heart flutters in her chest, doing something that she doesn’t think she’s ever felt before, not like this. It would scare her…it should scare her, but she’s not scared. Not tonight. Tonight she’s going to let Killian make love to her, and she’s going to return all of his affections in equal measure.

When she falls, it’s in more ways than one, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world, their bodies coming together while her heart tries to catch up through its erratic beating in her chest, finally calming when Killian slants his lips over hers right before he falls, too.

“So how exactly are the two of us supposed to move this couch down all of these stairs with just us? Two people and three hands don’t exactly make for the best movers. Though I do work pretty well with one hand, as you and you only know.”

Blush rises on her face at his lewd suggestion, and she turns back to the kitchen cabinets to hide it while he moves his eyebrows across his forehead. It’s Saturday morning, and she’s blessedly sore in all of the right places, beard burn all of her body and only the slightest bit of red marks around her wrists from the handcuffs. They did actually come to New York for a reason, and whether she and Killian like it or not, it wasn’t simply to be able to fuck each other into the mattress and into oblivion with no one around…though she does hope that her elderly neighbor wasn’t wearing her hearing aids last night.

“Maybe I should just buy a new couch?” she suggests, not really meaning it, just feeling particularly lazy at the daunting task of moving her stuff. She and Henry somehow amassed more in a year than she has in the entirety of her life. “We only have so much room in the truck and in the Uhaul, and I never liked it that much anyways. It looks nice, but it’s kind of stiff.”

“Is it?” Killian questions, cocking his head to the side and studying it before he goes to sit down on the leather, bouncing up and down as he tests it out, his face schooled in concentration. “C’mere, love. I think you need to try it again. I don’t want you throwing out perfectly good furniture.”

She sighs before putting down the box of kitchen wares that she was packing up, knowing that she’s never going to use them, especially since she doesn’t even have her own place yet. God, how does she not have her own place yet?

“I sat on that couch for a year. I know what it feels like.”

“Swan, just come here.”

She listens, but she grumbles about it, walking over to the couch and going to sit down only for Killian to grab onto her ass and pull her onto his lap, her bottom hitting the firmness of his thighs with only the slightest bit of shock.

“I’m pretty sure this isn’t the couch, babe.”

He quirks his eyebrow before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. She’s only a little bothered that she let the endearment slip from her lips again. With time, it’ll come naturally, without hesitation.

“No,” he whispers, kissing her cheek before moving along to her jaw, nibbling at the skin there, “but I thought I’d show you what wonderful things can be done on this couch to encourage you to keep it.”

“You know this is going in the living room of my non-existent apartment, right? And Henry will use it…because he lives with me. And these things can’t happen with him around.”

“Aye, but only part of the time. It’s a pity this isn’t like that blasted park bench. I can’t handcuff you to it.”

A thought she had last night comes to her, one she pushed down in the heat of the moment, and she pulls back from him so that he can’t distract her with his lips and the way he smells like her vanilla body wash because he forgot to bring his. “How’d you even get my handcuffs anyways?”

He smirks, that cocky grin back on his face, and he is a man of many talents, obviously, his expressive emotions one of them. His thievery another. “A good pirate never tells his secrets, especially when he finds some good booty.”

He smacks the side of her ass he can reach from the way she’s sitting on his lap, and she stifles her laugh at the side of his neck, pressing several long, wet kisses there, biting at his skin as she gives him a bit of payback of his own.

Yeah, she’s keeping the couch…if they ever get around to packing.

#cs prompt #cs fic #captain swan #cs smut #canon divergent

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No Control- Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt:

Hey, can you do a Peter Parker x Reader imagine, where the reader is really really shy, and Peter is under the impression that the reader hates him, until one day at Avenger Headquarters. He sees her there, and learns that she has electric powers, and that's why she usually keeps to herself. Her powers are triggered by strong emotions, such as a crush. so she stays away from Peter, until a mission and he saves her, then you can decide what happens. ^.^ thank you! + For the drabble thing. Y/N and Peter dance together. At first nervous but then they get comfortable and confess feelings.

P.S. Read my previous post about changes made to the prompt, I messed up sorry :(

Word Count: 1925

A/N- Written by Daisy x Please like and reblog so that I know you guys like what I'm putting out!

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Peter wasn’t sure what he’d done, or if he’d even done anything at all. All he knew was that Y/N left the room every time he entered, kept their conversations to one-word answers, and was generally cold towards him. He was nice to her when they’d first met at HQ, he had no reason not to be. She didn’t say much, just that she was a trainee. And although she said “See you around”, it was very clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Peter wanted to befriend her, she was the only other person at HQ younger than 30 besides Wanda. He didn’t want to come off as pushy or bother her too much so he kept his distance.

You, on the other hand, had no idea you were coming off so rudely. Painfully shy is the only way you could describe yourself. You’d been harboring a crush on Peter ever since the two of you met. Your powers, the result of a freak accident, gave you the ability to manipulate and absorb electricity. As confusing and unpredictable as they were, they seemed to intensify whenever he was around, so you always made a point of excusing yourself before all the boroughs of NYC were without power.

You were avoiding him that morning as well.

Wanda had made a stack of pancakes for the two of you to share. You doused your pile in syrup, cutting it up into little triangles; something Wanda always teased you for.

“Eat them like a normal person Y/N!”

You roll your eyes at her, a smile gracing your features. “Shh Wanda, I’m trying to eat in peace.”

You take in the background noise of the television, enjoying the quiet of the early morning. You heard the sound of a cabinet door opening and feet on the kitchen floor. Peter. “Morning Wanda, morning Y/N,” he greets. Perfectly friendly. You feel your face heat up as you mumble a hello, pushing your plate away and excusing yourself. “I-uh, I have to go,” you stutter, eyes on the ground as you brush past Peter. Just as you had done every day before that. Just as you had done every time you happened to be in the same room together. The flickering lights didn’t go unnoticed. Peter frowns but doesn’t say anything to stop you. Peter looks at Wanda, expecting some kind of explanation, but she just shrugs. That was something she would leave to you.

You take a turn down the hallway, getting onto an elevator down a couple of floors, and into a training room, wanting to collect yourself before your embarrassment got the best of you. You drop to the floor, sitting against the wall and bringing your knees to your chest. You close your eyes, focusing on getting Peter’s stupid face out of your head.

You try to concentrate, tilting your head up to examine the tiles of lights on the ceiling. You hold a hand up, flicking your fingers from left to right, watching the lights illuminate from one end of the room to the other. You feel the tingle in your fingers, the barely there sparks. You let out a sigh, wishing for the hundredth time that week that you were normal. You watch the lights turn on and off, the repetition of it almost therapeutic. You are so caught up in your own thought you don’t hear the approaching footsteps or the call of your name. Not until he is right in front of you.

You drop your hands, the room enveloped in darkness for a second. You bring the lights back on, eyes still glued to the floor.

“How did you find me?” was all you could bring yourself to say.

He shrugs, sliding down the wall and sitting beside you, “F.R.I.D.A.Y sees all.”

You don’t know what to say, feeling embarrassed and ridiculous and confused because you don’t know what exactly it is about him that makes it hard to speak. He breaks the silence.

“I’ve never seen you do that. Use your powers I mean.”

You still don't look up at him, “Yeah they're pretty unpredictable.” You fall silent again.

“Are you ok Y/N? Did I do something to upset you? I was only ever trying to-”

You rush to correct him, not wanting him to think any of it was his fault. “No, no, I just-”, you feel the heat rising in your cheeks and you force yourself to turn and make eye contact, “I’m shy. Really shy. Not the greatest socially.”

Peter just nods, but then a smile begins to break on his face. You wonder what is so damn funny but he speaks before you can, “So you don't hate me?”

You suppose you really shouldn’t be surprised at this, your behavior wasn't indicative of anything else. “No, Peter I don't hate you.” Quite the opposite. “Sorry if I made you think so.”

He doesn't make you feel worse about it than you already do, just flashes you an understanding smile. “You’re forgiven.”

You sigh, relieved that he wasn't holding it against you.

“On one condition.”

Your eyes widen at this, unsure of what would come out of his mouth next. “What are you talking about?”

“We hang out a couple of times a week. Can do whatever you want.”

You think about it. About how much time that would give you to embarrass yourself.

“Come on Y/N, I need some friends my own age.”

“Okay, fine.” You nod.

Peter claps you on the shoulder, a grin on his face. “Great.”

You return his smile. This should be interesting.

You weren’t wrong. The last two months had been a whirlwind of movie nights, board games, food trucks, and minor missions together. He had even introduced you to Michelle and Ned. They were always brutally honest and blunt, forcing you to come out of your shell. You were comfortable around them; there wasn’t ever a need for mindless small talk.

You were happy nonetheless, and given your newfound comfort around Peter you were like a completely new person, he could hardly believe it. During the time you had spent together, Peter had grown quite fond of you, he could never tell you of course, despite the fact that it was incredibly obvious to everyone except you. You never even let yourself entertain the possibility that Peter might like you back. You were practicing, pretty much every night on how to control your powers, blaming anything that happened unintentionally while you were around Peter on “figuring out the kinks”.

It was a quiet night, the two of you sprawled out on the couch. You’re on your back, holding a book above your face. Peter is laying on his side, his head resting on his arm as he scrolls through his news feed. He occasionally stares at you hoping you would notice, and when you didn’t he nudges you repeatedly with his foot.

“Come on Y/N, I’m bored. Let’s do something.”

You lower your book and turn to face him, “I don’t know, I’m having a pretty good time.”

He frowns in response but the look on his face says he’s thinking. “You know, I heard this song the other day, 80’s I think. Really catchy.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Where are you going with this Peter?”

“Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, play ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’”. The music fills the room, breaking the silence.

He doesn’t say anything else, just stands up and starts moving clumsily around the room, moving his arms dramatically along the music.

You can’t help but burst into laughter, a hand going up to cover your mouth. Peter frowns at you, noticing that you still hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch. He moves towards you, a hand outstretched, staring you down with a ridiculous grin on his face. “Come on Y/N, I know you want to.”

“I can’t dance Peter!”

“And I can?”

“Yeah you’re right, I did just witness something atrocious didn’t I.”

He shakes his head, his fingers wrapping themselves around your wrist and pulling you upwards.

“Not fair Peter! Super-strength and all.” You stand up the rest of the way, Peter pulling you towards him and performing some sort of awkward side step, before once again launching into his previous routine of jumping around and swinging his arms about. You mimic him, shouting playful insults at his moves as you do so. A couple of weeks ago, you never would have done this. Not in front of anyone. Definitely not in front of Peter.

You yell along to the lyrics, arms outstretched as you dance around the living room. “I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody!”

Peter finds himself stopping, watching you as you parade around the room. He notices how bright your eyes are, the sheen of sweat on your skin and the red flush in your cheeks. An adoring smile creeps up on his face. He can’t help it.

You notice his stillness and the smile on his face. You squint your eyes at him, moving to stand in front of him. “Hey, I can’t be looking like an idiot all by myself you know.”

His smile only gets wider and a little laugh escapes his lips as his gaze falls to the floor. “What?”

“It’s nothing,” he mumbles.

You furrow your brows, not happy with his response. “Nope, it’s definitely something.”

His gaze returns to your face and only then do you realize how close the two of you are; faces mere inches apart. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest. His eyes flicker to your lips for a millisecond, but you catch it and before you even stop yourself, your hands are on either side of his face and your lips are pressed against his. Peter doesn’t move for a moment, clearly shocked, before reciprocating. It all feels warm and safe, and you taste peppermint and take notice of the way his hands press into your hips. Your whole body feels like it’s tingling, vibrating, and even with your eyes closed you know the lights are flickering on and off. Peter pulls back unexpectedly, a surprised sound leaving his lips. “You totally shocked me Y/N!” He’s not mad though, he’s just smiling at you, his hands still at your sides.

You mumble an apology, cheeks burning red, and you bury your face in his chest, nervous and giddy and excited all at the same time.

“That was-,”

“Nice,” you finish. “Really nice.” You step out of his embrace, eyeing his bright eyes and boyish smile.

“I didn’t think you liked me back,” he says after a moment.

You frown, “I never said anything, because you know, I’m me and I didn’t think you saw me that way either.”

“Literally everyone knew except you two idiots!” You jump slightly as the voice and you turn to see Wanda peeking her head around the corner. She doesn’t say anything else, just sends a wink in your direction and saunters off.

You groan, acutely aware of all the teasing that would be soon coming your way. You lean back into Peter, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around you. “Hey, remember when you absolutely hated me and wanted nothing to do with me?”

You move your head slightly to peek up at him, sincerity in your words, “You know I could never.”

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