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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 5 years

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Can I Borrow a Kiss?

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Valkyrie/Brunhilde X FEMALE Plus Size Reader

This is my entry for River’s Valentine’s Day Marvel Writing Challenge

Warnings: A douche bag, terrible pickup lines, cuddling

A/N: The reader is stood up! Surprise, surprise! This was a date to have a romantic evening of dinner, couples message, a night to herself as well as her what she thought was a boyfriend that freaks out when he realized she was going to make their relationship public by this outing! Leading the reader to decide to ask her newest friend and visitor to the compound Brunhilde to share the night with her so the tickets don’t go to waste but what happens when the night is slowly ruined by snow?

Prompt: 20. “Pretend to be my boyfriend/girlfriend because I bought non-refundable couples tickets to this thing and we should go because I’m paying for it either way.”

Words: +4,200

“I can’t be seen in public with you! You're a…,” the man, the douche, Ric began to spout at Y/N in what he thought was a deserted training room.

The newest member taken aback by the sudden outburst from the man, the agent, but having a feeling it was coming. Y/N wasn’t stupid, the newest Avenger was the one to woo, a feather under his hat, except hers were made of an alloy harder than vibranium and folded into themselves to hide away but for a delicate metal scroll across her shoulders that dazzled and made people curious.

Gloved hands going to her plump hips, the bare fingers digging into the black yoga pants that hugged tight to thick curves as she stood tall, head held high as sweat beaded across her body, letting out a loud sigh Y/E/C eyes sparking with anger. There was an evil smirk puling at her lips, metal wings itching to spring free, to rip him in half with their razor-sharp edges but didn’t want to ruin the shirt she had on.

“Mmm, a freak correct? Come on, you can say it, freak,” Y/N drawled out never noting the warrior that stepped up to her, cognac orbs looking the two over not sure what the standoff was about but was waiting for Y/N to launch herself at the man.

“I swear to the Norns you call her a freak I will lay you open right here without a thought,” Brunhilde now spoke up next to Y/N who jumped slightly having never heard her approach, usually she was more alert than this, but Ric had her flustered.

“Hey sweetheart,” Ric began towards Brunhilde, making the two roll their eyes, both women looking to each other then to the douche who smiled at the Valkyrie, apparently he was too stupid to figure out he was the wrong sex for the Asgardian. “I have two tickets to a couples retreat what do you say…,” he looked to bronze woman who let out a scoff before Y/N tore into the man again.

“YOU!? YOU forget that I bought the tickets with MY money that I work my ass off to get. You started the whole, oh hey babe I'm not sure I can afford it,” Y/N sneered, taking a step forward, bumping hard into the man’s shoulder as she left and started to the elevator.

Y/N had enough of his bull shit, passing Thor and Steve on the way, never catching them look to her then Ric who was flirting with Brunhilde, the two nodding towards the agent that obviously needed a lesson in etiquette towards the ladies of the compound.

The loud crashing had Thor playing rock paper scissors with Bucky as to who was going to go calm down the irate woman that was obviously having a loud discussion with herself. Though now it seemed it was getting out of control until it finally quieted, Y/N’ door opening as she stepped out of the room, metal wings glittering in the light to find the two men ready to knock on it and looking at her worriedly.

“Hey guys,” she began putting the wings away, the halter top accommodating the wings nicely as they laid across her shoulders in their scrolled pattern.

“Are you OK? You know Steve and Thor here kicked the guys ass. Well that was after the Valkyrie got a hold of him,” Bucky spoke up looking at her as she stepped to shut the door, careful they didn’t get a glimpse of the room.

“I'm fine,” she squeaked which was odd for the out spoken thick framed woman that had came to the team several months ago. “Any of you need tickets to a couples thingy that I should have never bought?”

“Um, we all have made plans…,” Thor spoke up quietly, eyeing Y/N carefully as she tried to keep up a fake smile but threw her arms up in defeat, what was the point.

“Who the hell am I kidding? Might as well eat them,” she sighed propping on the door the metallic curl thumping the wood, letting out an exasperated huff looking the two men over as if they could provide her with an answer.

“But…,” Thor began glancing to Y/N with a thought, not sure to voice it given he wasn’t sure of her preferences in partners, but he did know the woman got along with Brunhilde well. “Brunhilde doesn’t have any plans since she is new to Midgard, maybe she would like to join you? At least it want be waisted and you two can hang out like you always do,” Thor spoke, careful of his words, he knew the Valkyrie would kill him if he made her sound desperate or even care for the holiday.

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound bad, where is she,” Y/N spoke looking at the two carefully, not even sure if she would be the woman’s type, she wasn’t even sure what her own type was.

“Stark’s bar,” Bucky spoke up while Y/N uttered, “why did I ask,” with a smile, thanking the two before heading down the hall to the elevator.

Y/N stepping on board the lift, keeping her determination as it traveled up to the bar now on the upper part of the compound that was now beginning to turn more into another tower with a party deck.

“I hope she doesn’t kill us,” Bucky spoke up as he and Thor went back to the common room.

“Which one?”

“At this point both.”

The doors to the party floor opened to reveal Brunhilde standing before the glass wall overlooking the city, still new to the place since arriving after the war with Thanos. The bronze warrior still in her training garb as she turned to look at Y/N the moment the thick framed woman’s reflection showed in the glass, the newest Avenger stopping at the bar to poor herself a glass of whisky before stepping up to the glass with her friend.

“Heard you defended my honor,” Y/N laughed into the rock glass looking over at the tanned warrior with a smirk as she took a drink.

“I did, he had no right to do that to you,” she spoke hotly looking Y/N over, noting her raw knuckles as she griped the glass tight, obvious she had taken out aggression on something in the compound.

“Well I appreciate it, and look. Those tickets, they are non-refundable couples tickets to this thing and I would like for you go with me because I’m paying for it either way and want to tell you thank you,” Y/N seemed to ramble making Brunhilde laugh at the woman’s nervous banter.

The Valkyries looked at the soldier, as they normally called Y/N, as she threw back the rock glass to down the amber liquid, Y/E/C orbs looking into the empty cup and turning to hurry to the bar to refill, Brunhilde on her heels.

“I would be honored,” Brunhilde spoke up making Y/N jump slightly, taking the woman a minute to realize she had agreed to the following nights events without a second thought.

“You… uh I understand you don’t want to… wait… you do,” Y/N blurted out not sure how to respond as she looked over the warrior as if seeing her in a different light all of the sudden as she stepped close to Y/N who was still in shock.

“Yes, I would love to, but don’t expect me to show up with roses and chocolates and all that other crap to pick you up like I keep hearing the guys whining about doing. What time do I need to meet you,” the warrior spoke Y/N laughing at the spill about no chocolates or roses.

“Well, thank god no flowers because they die and the chocolate I can by on sale the next day,” Y/N laughed once more feeling at ease with the warrior that she had been getting to know the last few months.

“Um, meet me at my room at 5, there will be a limo coming to pick us up to take us to a private yacht and all that crappy romantic stuff,” Y/N smiled, feeling her cheeks heat up as she watched cognac orbs study over her thick frame and feeling slightly self-conscious.

“What all are we doing anyway,” Brunhilde asked with a smile, noting the blush, stepping closer to Y/N curious if she would move away and to her relief she didn’t, maybe there was feelings between them.

“It's a meal, couples message, then later on we go back to the city to walk around the park,” Y/N spoke with a smile, looking over the Valkyrie with an even bigger smile tugging at her lips, god this felt like flirting.

“Massage? Well I'm not turning that down,” the Valkyrie laughed as she noted Y/N finally relax and quit standing as if she was about to fight, glad that douche bag gave her an excuse to get to know Y/N better.

5 o’clock the next evening came quick and to beat it all Y/N found herself trying to figure out what to wear. What she had picked out to wear with Ric was possibly overkill, but then again it was just a simple long sleeve t-shirt dress with a pair of black leggings and knee-high boots. That shouldn’t be that extravagant could it?

The knock on the door told the woman she was fretting over what she had dressed herself in more than she should. She and Brunhilde were friends, it wasn’t like they were a couple or whatever, but then again that didn’t sound like a bad arrangement. Truthfully Y/N had never been with a woman and it wasn’t a proposal she wouldn’t turn away if it came from the tanned skin warrior, she thought to herself as she opened the door.

Yeah, the bronze skinned warrior now standing in her open doorway, clothed in skinny jeans, a long sleeve shirt and knee-high boots with heels that made her and Y/N the same height.

“Wow, not what I expected but you look gorgeous,” Brunhilde began, kicking herself for being so straight forward, not sure how Y/N would feel about the attention.

There was a blush threatening to rise over top of the low-cut collar of the dress that had Brunhilde lingering longer on the tops of ample breast more than she should had but thankfully the woman hadn’t noticed as she was looking Brunhilde over. How could anyone not think that Y/N’ thick curves or the metal scroll that graced across the soldiers strong shoulders wasn’t breath taking.

“You look gorgeous yourself. Never seen you in street clothes, but it looks great on you,” Y/N spoke surprised the warrior held out a tanned hand to her it was obvious it was a gesture that was testing the waters as Y/N’ fingers tightened on the clutch she held to but reached out with her free hand to take the calloused palm carefully.

“If we are going to a couples thing maybe we should act the part,” the Valkyrie admitted to Y/N who smirked and gave a quiet chuckle.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say that was a cheesy pickup line,” Y/N smiled as she shut the door when the warrior pulled her out to the hall releasing her hand to throw an arm over strong shoulders and finding that she missed the tanned hand in hers already.

“Well, I'm full of them, probably worse than the guys so you may want to get used to it if we are having an evening together,” Brunhilde spoke as they started down the hall to the elevator to go catch the limo and noticed for once it seemed the Valkyrie hadn’t been hitting the bottle early.

The ride quiet, actually enjoyable as the two picked at each other as always, not afraid of showing who they really where and the Valkyrie admitting she didn’t understand the reason for valentine’s day and Y/N admitting truthfully neither did she. The limo pulling up to the docks and Brunhilde sure she was the first out to offer her hand to Y/N to help her out of the back of the limo, tanned arm looping in hers when she was out and escorting the soldier to the yacht Y/N hinted to.

“Damn I can get used to this,” Y/N laughed as both pulled tightly to one another, it was cold, it was February after all and it was now blowing snow, thankful the Valkyrie ran hotter than she did.

“So could I,” she heard the warrior utter under her breath, a statement she wasn’t meant to hear but didn’t let on she did as they stepped on board to be greeted by the captain himself who showed them below decks where a meal was being prepared and a glass wall to look out over the waterway as they were to be cruised around until the end of the meal which supposedly takes an hour.

“Wait, I got another one,” Brunhilde spoke up as they were seated, a glass of wine poured for both as well as a small appetizer sat before them.

“Another… no, a cheesy one,” Y/N laughed as she noted the Valkyrie looking in her lap, obvious she was texting, remembering the day she had taught her how to text, it was a funny day all its own not to mention when Brunhilde realized she could send pictures, videos and discovering Pinterest.

“Do you have a sunburn, or are you always this hot,” Brunhilde spoke as she gazed into Y/N’ eyes apparently it was a game of how long she could hold it together until the soldier lost it.

“Oh my god! That was terrible! Who sent you that one,” Y/N burst out laughing, almost choking on the drink of wine she had just swallowed, the warrior showing her the cell phone she was hiding in her lap and it was on Pinterest.

“OK, wait it got one better,” the soldier smiled, sitting back when the waiter came to sit the main dish before them, both thanking the man as they were left alone once again. “Are you from Memphis? Because you are the only ten I see,” at this point it was hard to keep a straight face as Y/N looked down to the steak before her then to Brunhilde was trying to hold it together apparent she knew the joke from TV.

“OK, that was terrible…,” Brunhilde laughed out as she looked up to Y/N noting the sparkle in her eye and relishing in the feeling of being the one that had put it there, a smile spreading at the next one she had found but had remembered, giving a goofy smile as the soldier began to cut into the steak. “You ready for another because I have enough to keep us laughing all night?”

“Oh yes! Try to woo me,” Y/N chuckled as she prepared for the next cheesy pickup line, both taking time with the meal as the cityscape went unnoticed as did the worsening snow.

It was a pleasant meal, the friendship was the best part, both laughing at anything and everything by the time it was over. Neither drunk, not even a buzz from the expensive wine and champagne. The Valkyrie telling Y/N cheesy pickup lines, Sakaar, kicking Loki’ ass and whatever she felt sharing until it was time for them to exit to meet the limo to be dropped off at the next spot.

This time it was the spa that had the two rushing through the cold snow, the Valkyrie holding to Y/N since it seemed she was cold, and the storm was picking up. The warmth of the spa a slap in the face along with the scents of oils, the receptionist greeting the two once they shook off the cold.

“I had a slight change, the person originally to come was a douche bag so I gave his ticket to Brunhilde,” Y/N informed the woman who only smiled at the two it was nothing unusual about the tickets, especially when purchased in advance.

“Well I have to say your girlfriend is better looking than who we were expecting any way,” the woman spoke, taking Y/N by surprise with calling Brunhilde her girlfriend, leaving her sputtering for a moment not sure how the Valkyrie liked being called her girlfriend.

A quick look to the bronze warrior who had a smirk on her face, the arm wrapped in Y/N’ releasing to slip around her thick middle to pull her close to look into her eyes.

“Yes, my girlfriend is better looking,” the warrior spoke with a smile, the receptionist standing to hint for them to follow her to one of the rooms behind the desk.

“Come-on, girlfriend,” the Valkyrie whispered darkly into Y/N’ ear, the two stepping into the room the receptionist showed then and shortly followed in by a masseuse.

The woman explaining, they were to disrobe, and she would return with another masseuse with her in a few moments and to wait in the robes provided.

“I’ll step out and give you some privacy,” Brunhilde began, but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen in the shower in the training room.

“Why? You’ve seen me naked, noting different, I'm just keeping my panties on,” Y/N spoke up, not meaning to sound hurt but looking to Brunhilde to make sure it didn’t shine through but the surprise on her face told her she heard.

“No, I just wasn’t sure… Norns I'm a terrible liar, I like you,” the Valkyrie finally spat out as Y/N was jerking the dress over her head, standing frozen in her bra and panties, thin scars over plump stomach attesting to the first time she had ever tried to use her wings to defend herself in a fight.

“Um, OK,” Y/N squeaked out not sure where to go from there, “I may like you to.”

The Valkyrie let out a breath when the soldier relaxed, she had already put the robe on having been undressed by the time the woman had turned to speak with her, the warrior actually relaxing a little now that she had admitted to liking Y/N, but not confessing to having been watching Y/N’ thick curves ever since she spotted her in the compound.

“We will talk more about this when we go for the walk,” Brunhilde spoke up before the door opened and Y/N finished pulling the bra off, throwing the robe on, muttering OK as the masseuses entered.

Y/N letting out a grown when the massage began, having to inform the woman to be careful of the metal that ran her shoulders, thankful Tony had fixed this part of the ticket since it seemed these women weren’t put off by the scars that littered her back and the metal scroll.

“Oh, by the Norns, I'm so glad you got rid of Ric,” Y/N herd Brunhilde grind out as it sounded the breath was pushed out of her with a slight crack.

“So am I,” Y/N groaned back, the work on her lower back making her eyes roll into the back of her head with a crack of her spine.

The massage going on with quiet banter back and forth. Both feeling a weight lifted off of their shoulders when the two exited the building Y/N shivering against the Valkyrie who had a thought.

“How about we just go back to the compound and watch a movie? I have mead stashed in my room and it's warm,” Brunhilde bargained, filling Y/N shiver harder, it wouldn’t be so bad, but the metal scroll was becoming cold and it chilled her to the bone, usually she wore a special suit that kept her warm when she flew and fought and now she was missing it.

“I love you for so much more than your life saving body heat,” the soldier jittered as they stepped to the limo, finally looking into glittering cognac orbs to get a laugh as the got into the warm cabin.

Y/N opened her mouth to protest about going back but the gust of wind that whipped snow inside the open door before it could be shut told her to shut up and let’s go home. A shiver trembling through thick curves as she finally looked over at the Valkyrie with a smile and nod in agreement to head home and pulling into her side as Y/N informed the driver to head back to the compound.

Their floor was quiet, both noting it appeared they were the only ones on the floor as Y/N still stayed pulled tightly to the warrior who was relishing in the feel of curvaceous form pulled tight and knew she would miss it when they parted for the evening. Stepping into Brunhilde’ apartment the soldier noted that for once it wasn’t littered by bottles and glasses and it was warm, but mostly surprised no bottles.

“You cleaned up,” Y/N joked as she took a seat on the couch while the Valkyrie stopped in the kitchenette to grab two glasses and mead from a cabinet and tucking something under her arm.

“Yeah, I did,” she laughed as she came to take a seat on the couch next to Y/N who smiled at her, sitting the cups and flask down on the coffee table to hand over a velvet box to the soldier who stared at her before taking it still staring at the warrior not sure what to do.

“Well, are you going to open it,” the warrior scolded Y/N who finally snapped out of it to open the box while Brunhilde poured them a drink.

Once open the soldier was quick to shut the box with a look of shock before opening it again to look it over then repeat the process one more time before leaving it open to stare at the silver pendant on the rope chain that wasn’t feminine but wasn’t masculine either, the pendant matching the tattoo on the Valkyries forearm.

“Thor and Bucky told me I needed to get you a gift and you said you didn’t like flowers because they die and the candy you buy half off the next day, but they suggested jewelry. I had to ask Stark to help, the pendant is titanium and the chain is the same as your wings, so it want break easily. It's the symbol of the Valkyrie, I thought it was fitting for you, and I am rambling,” the warrior finally quieted to look at Y/N who was smiling at her holding to the box, looking to the pendant and pulling it out of the box to hold it out to the warrior hinting for her take it.

“Put it on me,” Y/N spoke happily bronze fingers gingerly taking the necklace to unclasp it and moving forward as the solider pulled her hair out of the way, Brunhilde placing it around her soft warm neck to fasten it then pulling it so it rested perfectly in the hollow of Y/N’ neck who released her hair and smiled at the warrior.

“You like…,” Brunhilde got out before arms wrapped around warm lithe shoulders to pull her tight the warrior unable to stop the smile as she returned the hug and buried her nose into Y/N’ hair, taking in the scent of fresh shampoo and unable to stop from pulling the woman’s thick frame with her as she fell back on the couch, holding tight as Y/N propped up for a minute shocked when bronze lips crashed into hers, but fell into the kiss both to break to catch their breath.

“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I will give it back,” Brunhilde laughed, Y/N leaning up to place a chaste kiss to her lips to pull away with a shy smile.

“Who thought the best kiss I would ever get would be from a woman,” Y/N smiled timidly, a blush rising up in her cheeks as Brunhilde reached up to brush Y/H/C hair out of her face with a smile.

“Well they are plenty more if you stick around,” Brunhilde smiled taking a quick kiss before they settled to the couch Y/N’ head tucked under a bronze chin as matching fingers began to card Y/H/C hair.

“Mmm, then I'm sticking around, and you keep that up and I'm going to go to sleep,” Y/N hummed sleepily, snuggling closer to the warrior arms around lithe waist, glad she didn’t need to worry about being heavier than Brunhilde, the Valkyrie could pick up Thor and toss him when he made her mad.

“Good to hear, and I may join you,” the Valkyrie echoed as she pulled Y/N tight just to hold her in the silence of the room, it was more than expected and wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to ‘cuddle’ as they put it.

“I'm no organ donor but I’d be happy to give you my heart,” Y/N chuckled out the warrior chuckling with her.

“OK we have to stop with these terrible pickup lines,” Brunhilde hummed quietly as the laughing calmed. “Don’t make me tell the Ass guard joke that Tony came up with.”

“Oh, please no, though I would let you guard this ass,” Y/N couldn’t help the giggle that escaped before finally calming once more, especially as a kiss was placed to the top of her head and nuzzled under tanned chin.

Tanned arms holding tight as both grew quiet, finally out of cheesy pickup lines since neither wanted to move to get their phones, the dim lit room doing little to keep them from dozing off, breathing calming as it seemed sleep didn’t sound to bad at the moment.

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handwrittenimagines-blog · 7 years

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S.M | Roses

A/N: heyyy. so I'm really bored and writing this stuff makes me smile so yeah :) here’s a continuation of my first imagine. since the last one was so short, this one is super long. enjoy.

RELATION: shawn mendes x reader

KEY: y/n = your name y/h/c = your hair color

I was finally home. With a content sigh I dropped my bag onto the floor and lounged on the couch. I laid there for bit, reliving those heart warming moments behind my eyelids. I couldn’t believe I had a successful date. A date with an endearing young man, who seemed like a gentleman nonetheless. I ached, knowing I wouldn’t see him till tomorrow night for our official date. Shawn Mendes and I had talked, and talked, and talked. Pretty much until dinner time. With a burst of energy, I padded through my loft style apartment and found my bedroom. I snatched my laptop from my bag and got “Googling.”

I typed in ‘Shawn Mendes.’

“Well what do ya know,” I spoke quietly to myself.

It appeared Shawn Mendes, wasn’t the typical guy.

He was a celebrity.

My interest in him spiked. I spent the rest of the night learning what I could about him, and listening to his melodic voice. I couldn’t get enough of it. If I thought I liked him before, I definitely liked him now. I couldn’t believe someone so famous, so young, could really be a regular person. I mean, I guess that’s a little farfetched to think, but to me he was anything but cocky at Starbuck’s. Smiling to myself, I started listening to his albums. By the second time through I found myself starting to hum to the tunes. Finally getting ready for bed, I shut off the music, Shawn’s voice still ringing through my thoughts.

“SHE LOOKS SO PERFECT STANDIN’ THERE IN MY-”

I had the music turned up. Full blast.

If I was going on a date, I needed to be pumped up. The sounds of five seconds of summer’s song radiated through my apartment as I walked to my closet. I had a good hour before Shawn was going to pick me up and needless to say, I was ecstatic.

It took some elbow sweat and determination but I eventually got my box of dresses down from the top shelf. I sifted through my box of dresses and pulled out the one I was looking for. A maroon skater dress with a high halter neck. Perfect. I quickly went to iron the thing, still nodding along to a beat as I did so. Once I was finished I put it on and looked in the mirror. I’ve always been self conscious of myself, but tonight I forced myself to not be.

“You need this,” I told my reflection, “You can do it.”

I went to the vanity and did my makeup as usual. I didn’t particularly like wearing makeup, mainly because I was lazy, but every now and then I found pleasure in applying it. Once done, I let my thick (y/h/c), long, hair hang straight down my back. I put in some gold dangling earrings, and some nude heels. Shawn had said to dress nice, but I hope this wasn’t too nice. I chewed on my lip, ruining my lipgloss. Oh well, guess my normal lips will have to do. I did one more spin in the mirror.

Then, I heard the beginnings of Roses by the one and only start to play over the speaker. I slowly started to dance, imagining Shawn singing this to me. I was so down. So down with trying dating again that that thought scared me a little.

“But I got you this rose, and I need to know. Will you let it die or let it grow?”

The song came to an end and I unhooked my phone from the speaker. Tonight was going to work. I would be sure of it.

Suddenly I heard a ding. I looked down at my phone.

Shawn: Hey :) I’m here.

My heart skipping a beat and I went to the front. Right as I was about to open the door, the doorbell rung. I swung it open and saw Shawn, standing there, one hand behind his back, in a black long sleeve dress shirt and black skinny jeans.

“Wow,” he breathed, his gentle eyes eyeing you carefully, “You look gorgeous Y/N.”

“Thank you,” I replied, looking down at my shoes. When I looked up Shawn was still looking at me, his lips stretched into a soft smile.

Snapping out of his daze, Shawn started to stutter, “Uhm h-h-here you go.” Shawn thrust a large, red rose into my delicate hand. His fingers brushed mine and I felt his rings touch my bare knuckles. I blushed.

“T-these are my absolute favorite,” I stuttered, taken back by such a small gesture, “Thank you Shawn.”

“Come,” he held his hand out, “Let’s go to dinner.”

We pulled into a restaurant with people seated outside, softly chattering as the sun started to go down behind the trees.

“Thanks man, here’s the keys,” Shawn said to the man running the Valet.

He started to walk forward, then hesitated. Perplexed, I watched him turn around and then intertwine my fingers with his. I looked up at my date as he led me to the front of the building. I didn’t look away till we got inside. The restaurant was dimly lit, but seemed alive with laughter and sweet talk just the same. Shawn went to the hostess and told her we had a reservation. She showed us to our table in the corner by the window, and then walked away to find a waiter.

Once were finally alone, Shawn and I fell into little conversations about our day, our lives, everything. He confessed to being a pop star, and I confessed to listening to his albums on repeat. We both laughed at this then, and any awkwardness or nerves seamed to be nonexistent after that moment. We got to know each other as the night dragged on, and soon our fabulous dinner was drawing to a close.

Shawn paid for our dinner, even after I persistently told him we should split. Right when I got up from the table his hand found mine, and he didn’t let go until we got into his car. Shawn started up the vehicle then turned towards me.

“Would you, I don't know, want to come back to my place for a bit?”

I froze. The back of my neck tingled. I was not the type to sleep with someone right away, not on the first date. And he needed to know that.

“Uhm,” I spoke, clearing my throat, “I’m sorry Shawn but I’m not comfortable wi-”

“What? No! Oh God no that’s not what I meant,” he said panicky. Shawn’s cheeks were splotched with a dark red and he ran a hand through his hair. “I don't do that on first dates. Or second ones.”

A breath that had been hitched in my throat let loose and I relaxed.

“Good, I don’t plan on that anytime soon.”

“Well, I kind of don’t want the night to end so, can you still come back to my place?” Shawn said, looking sheepishly down.

“I don’t want this to end either,” I said, resting a hand on his thigh, “Let’s go.”

Once the two of us were in his apartment, Shawn offered me a change of clothes. I thankfully accepted as he went to find me something comfy. My eyes wandered around the large apartment. The skyline of Toronto was visible, and the amount of design that went into this floorpan was astonishing.

“Here you are,” Shawn said. He held a black John Mayer shirt up for me to take.

“Thank you, where’s your bathroom?”

“Down that hallway, on your right.”

“Thanks, I’ll be back,” I gushed. I quickly changed into the shirt and thanked the Lord that I had remembered to wear spandex under my dress tonight. To some that may be strange, but I did that whenever I knew for sure what my plans were. And the plan was to not get some tonight.

I smelled the scent of boy and some Calvin Klein cologne on Shawn’s shirt and breathed it in deeply. All of a sudden, I heard the soft strums of a guitar. I tiptoed down the hallway and peeked my head around the corner.

Shawn sat on the sofa, starting to play his favored instrument. He started to softly sing the first verse of ‘Roses.’ My breathe hitched. Something about that song was so bittersweet, I loved it. The chorus started and I joined him in singing, me singing softer than he was. I walked over to the coffee table and perched myself onto it. We sat like that, staring at each other, singing the song that made me think of him. Once it was over I didn’t know what to do except sit there.

“I love that song Shawn,” I complimented him. “It is truly beautiful.”

“Just like you,” Shawn murmured, looking at my lips. In a swift move he moved the guitar from his lap and locked my wrists. He pulled me onto his lap and looked at me. His giant hand caressed my cheek and i let out a content sigh. I bit my lip, wanting to kiss him so badly, but not knowing if this was right.

“Kiss me,” I breathed. His eyes shot to mine.

“What?”

“I said kis-”

Shawn’s soft lips fit with mine as he kissed me tenderly. His hands found my waist and Shawn already had my breathing ragged. We pulled away, then I went back in for more. His kisses were drugs. How could someone, get you so addicted off of a simple action?

He left a trail of kisses down my jaw to my collarbone. I kissed each of his fingers, then stroked his hair. I smashed my swollen lips onto his once more, and we both kissed with a passion. We didn’t stop for what seemed like ages, but when we finally came up for air, I leaned my forehead against his.

“Please,” he said, “Stay the night. We don’t have to do anything else, but I want you to stay.”

I stood up. His gaze was curious, and his curls were everywhere. Then, I grasped his warm palm in mine and led him to the bedroom down the hall. I sat him down on the soft white sheets, and then crawled back into his embrace once more.

“I wasn’t going anywhere,” I said, then leaned into kiss him.

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Witch's Haven (Working Title)

Bring. Bring. Bring.

That was the sound that every teenager dreaded on an August morning. A hand reached out from under a mountain of six pillow, grabbed the offending alarm and tossed it across the room. A thud echoed through the room and silence took over. The hand retreated under the mountain and all was peaceful. Not even five minutes later the door to the room was tossed open and the once dark room was filled with light as the heavy curtains were shoved out of the way. The room now bathed in light was furnished with black furniture and the walls were an off-white color possibly called egg-shell. There was a mural of a curling wave on the north wall smaller waves seemed to spread to the other walls giving a sense of serenity most days.

A frustrated sigh could be heard from the mountain as the light seeped through the cracks, two hands forcibly pulled the pillows down to escape. A large body jumped onto the mountain and bounced excitedly.

“Azriel! Azriel! Get up! Come on, today’s the first day of school!” The body crawled off the bed and then yanked the sheets off and out came a girl who proceeded to follow the blanket and landed on the floor. “Az-ri-el! Get u—Woah!”

The body dodged to the right crashing into the night stand as a ball of ice raced passed their head.

“Jaden, my dear, dear brother…If you value your life, leave now or forever hold your peace.” Azirel stated while rubbing her abused head.

“Azzy,” Jaden whined. “Please? It’s our first day, well my first at least. Sis will you please get up? I don’t want to face this alone.” He plead as he crouched down by her.

She smiled and reached up and ruffled his hair causing him to scowl. “Alright Jay. I’m up. Only ‘cause I know how nervous you really are.”

“Thanks, sis; I’ll see you down in thirty?”

“Yeah squirt. Now get out.”

Jaden smiled and leaned into her touch before standing and walking out of the room. He even closed the door, after she yelled at him to do so. She rolled her eyes. Her little brother was such a pain but she loved him. Azriel sighed and stood up from the pile of blankets and walked over to her vanity and frowned. Her dark brown hair looked like a rat made a nest in it. Her thick purple streak somehow survived rested to the side of her head. Rolling her eyes, she went to her closet and grabbed her clothing and want to the bathroom. The same routine that she’s had for years: Wake up, grab clothes, shower, brush teeth and hair, get dressed. It was a normal day for a normal teen.

“Yeah right. A normal teen is anything but what I am.”

She had just finished getting dressed. She decided to wear a pair of denim shorts with her black uneven thigh high socks and her black books with dark purple straps and buckles. Her top was a black halter style that wrapped her bare torso with a light purple flannel over the top for some modesty. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail her purple hair resting on the top of her head as she wrapped a strand around the hair tie to hide it. She donned her purple choker and wrap-bracelets.

She shrugged at her reflection “Guess this is as good as it will get.” She closed her bright blue eyes and grabbed her black messenger bag before going downstairs.

“Azriel.” A voice called from the kitchen.

She just rolled her eyes before sitting down at the table taking a good look at her kid brother who was almost bouncing in his seat from excitement. She hadn’t realized how much he had grown. He used to be shorter than her at 5’4” but now he towered over her at 6’5”. She had always referred to Jaden as a handsome fool, but now he fit the bill. He had shaggy deep brown hair, her blue eyes, and the athletic build that drew in coaches to battle each other for the right to call him theirs. He was dressed differently, he usually was the typical punk boy but he was wearing an open denim button down shirt rolled up to his elbows over a white undershirt, denim jeans and a pair of tan work boots. It was different but she wouldn’t say that she hated it, until she had to beat someone off her little brother…with a sledgehammer.

“Really Azriel, is it too much to ask that you actually show up on time for breakfast.”

“Now, why would I do that Zaphina? You would think that I was sick showing up on time for something.”

Azriel looked up at her sister with a bland look. Zaphina was her fraternal twin. She took more after their mother than Jaden or herself did. Her hair was a dirty blonde with a giant red streak running through it. She was pale with bright red eyes. She wore a burgundy boho-chic top that had mini bell sleeves with a black pleated skirt and over the knee boots. Both had cheetah spots that acted as crowns lining their foreheads and down the sides of their bodies. Azriel watched as Zaphina shook her head with a small smile taking the seat next her Jaden. As they ate Zaphina looked over at her sister.

“Azzy. Do you think that this year will be better?”

Azriel shrugged. She wasn’t a seer. She grabbed the empty dishes and put them in the sink. In all honesty, she had been wondering the same thing. “I don’t know Zap. We’d better head out though. Promised butt-head over there that we’d help him get settled.”

Azriel walked back and grabbed her bag from the linoleum floor and walked towards the front door. Jaden and Zaphira nodded before grabbing their bags and following suit. Azriel locked the door and all three of them began their trek towards the school.

“Um, what did you mean when you asked if it would be better?”

Zaphina was the one who looked at Jaden. “Huh?”

“Nothing little brother. Just something that has been happening at school.”

Zaphina glared at her sister daring her to continue. She didn’t want Jaden to know what has been going on. It was their issue not his. Azriel shrugged off Zaphina’s glare. She wasn’t going to tell him unless there was a dire need to. She agreed with her sister that this was their problem and had been for years. No need to worry him about something that more than likely won’t concern him.

Jaden looked at his sisters with skeptical eyes. He knew that something was going on and he would find out. He didn’t like secrets. He decided to let it go for the time being. “What’s the main school like?”

“Eh? You really don’t know?”

“Azriel…he’s been at the lower schools remember?”

Azriel had the decency to look a little sheepish from her question before asking, “Jaden Do you know what the main school’s name is?”

“No I don’t Azzy.”

“It’s Witch’s Haven, Jaden.” Zaphina stated with pride only to deflate at his confused look. “I guess they didn’t feel the need to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“Squirt Witch’s Haven in for the mortal and immortal.”

“What? Immortal?”

“Like us Jay. Like our family.”

“Squirt how many times have we told you what we are.”

“Quite a few ‘Phina; I get that you two are witches but— “

“That’s just it, squirt, you’re messing up the terminology. Anyone can learn to be a witch, just takes practice and belief. We are immortal. We’re demons. You’re a hafu.”

“Hafu.”

“What Azriel means Jay is that you are a half demon.”

“Yeah, your ma was a human and pa was—was…Hey Zap what was he again?”

“…He was a Cat demon with Elvish on his father’s side.” Zaphina sighed before continuing. “Jaden this school is a school for the combination of mortal and supernatural.”

“human? They know about immortals?”

“Nah. Norms have no idea about us. The humans that attend the school are gifted, spiritually aware, or whatever you want to call it. Squirt that’s where witches come in. I said that anyone could be a witch if they practiced, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I wasn’t exactly truthful. Even if you practice you must have the gift to perform a spell. Hence the spiritually aware.”

“This is very confusing. How did I get into the school?”

“You’re a hafu.” Zaphina stated. “You get in by association. Even if your immortal heritage doesn’t show. Even if you are 1/16th immortal. Humans who are gifted receive invitations and can decline if they feel they don’t belong in our world. But those who are immortal don’t have a choice. The classes are designed to help teach control should any of their heritage show up later.”

Azriel laughed at Jaden’s confused face. “Don’t worry about it squirt. You have plenty of time to learn about this stuff. There is just one warning I will give you. There are certain people you can’t trust.”

“One person in particular.”

“who— “

“Crio Walkerman. She’s a vile snake in the grass who— “

“Now, now Miss Azriel. Is that any way to speak about someone? Especially when they aren’t there to defend themselves?”

Azriel ran a hand over her face and sighed. “It’s way too early to deal with this shit.”

Sure enough they had spoken her name she appeared. Jaden looked behind them and saw an interesting girl. She was decently pretty Jaden decided. She had similar dirty blonde hair like Zaphina only was in bouncy curls. Jaden could see what looked like black feathers weaved in. She had murky green eyes that resembled a hawk. She was small. She was dressed in a form fitting dress that showed off her chest. Her fingers and toes had dainty pink painted talons that set off the blue dress and pumps. Her voice seemed to be the only turn off.

“Crio. We don’t have time for you this morning.”

“Shut your mouth Zaphina we will talk later. I am more interested in the gentleman. Come now darling. Ditch the two rejects and get to know a real woman.” She smiled showing faintly sharp teeth.

The three siblings cringed at the come on. It was an odd attempt at being alluring and Jaden wasn’t going to have it. He would have given her the benefit of the doubt had she not insulted his sisters. He arched a brow at her and for some reason that caused her to start giggling. At least he thought that’s what the odd choking sound was.

“I’m not interested.” He stated before covering his mouth to yawn. “I may have invited you to hang out but since you insulted them I’ve changed my mind.”

“What do you mean may have? What do those two freaks mean to you?” Crio sneered all niceties thrown aside.

Jaden looked at both of his older sisters before looking Crio straight in the eyes. “They’re my older sisters.” With that statement, he wrapped his arms around his sisters and walked away leaving a sputtering Crio behind. “Now my dear sisters where can we find my schedule?”

Crio watched as they walked away and felt her feathers ruffle. “Just wait Stoker. I’ll get even. With all of you.”

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