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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Ch3: Man, You Really Are As Dumb As You Look. Part 1 Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Summary: Evan asks Stella on a date, Jake’s not impressed and the entire thing takes him on a little trip down memory lane…

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT via flashback in Part 2 (NSFW 18+)

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

A/N: So the smut in this chapter is way back when the pair of them were kids. Both 18 before anyone says anything, and is designed to be a truthful reflection of a fist time! We hope you enjoy it because it certainly made us giggle a lot.

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Chapter 2

It was a sunny fall morning, and for a Monday Jensen actually felt pretty good. He walked down the corridor, his heavy boots slapping lightly on the lino floor, whistling to himself. He stepped aside to let a pretty red head out of one of the rooms, turning to watch her walk away, grinning to himself as his eyes dropped to her combat trouser clad ass before he shook his head and continued his route to the office.

He walked in with a loud “S’up losers” and looked around “Where’s Stel?” he asked, nodding to her vacant desk.

“She got a call about 10 minutes ago and said she was heading for a coffee.” Pooch said, as Cougar gave a chuckle. “And no prizes for who was on the phone given the way she was grinning and telling us not to be nosey bastards as she left.” “Who?” Jake plopped down onto his chair, turning in it so he could see Cougar and Pooch, his legs extending in front of him.

“Man you really are as dumb as you look.” Pooch shook his head as Cougar continued to grin.

As he suddenly realised what Pooch was alluding to, Jensen’s eyes flew open wide “Don’t tell me it’s that guy from the bar the other night?”

“Yup” Cougar nodded “Clearly they traded numbers...”

Jake suddenly felt hot and there was an annoying buzzing in his ears. Swallowing he took a deep breath and shook his head “Nah, that’s not Stel.”

“What do you mean it’s not Stel?” Pooch frowned.

“She only met him like last Friday.” Jensen shrugged

“She’s not 10 anymore Jensen.” Pooch looked at Cougar “What, you expect her to wait for 7 years for this one as well?”

Jensen narrowed his eyes “That’s…that was different, we were kids.”

“Well she’s not a kid anymore.” Cougar smirked, picking up his phone “And she’s hot and free.”

“Yeah, what exactly did you think would happen?” Pooch asked.

“I-“ Jensen looked at him, then to Cougar, both of them watching him as he floundered for a response “-guess I don’t...”

“Nothing.” Cougar cut him off, looking at Pooch “The answer is nothing, because he acts like a dumbass and never thinks about what he’s doing.” “I was doing your momma last night.” Jake shot at him and Pooch snorted whilst Cougar shook his head with a groan which morphed into a grudging chuckle. Momma jokes were a well-worn jest between the group and it was an unwritten rule that when someone dropped one, no offense was meant or taken.

“Oh really?” Pooch turned to look at Jake, arching an eyebrow “Since when has Coug’s momma been called Stella, coz that’s all I heard you groaning from my apartment, and I live a floor down…” Cougar let out a howl of laughter as Jake glared at Pooch “You still get yourself off thinking about her. You’re screwed up, man!”

“No, that’s…I wasn’t jacking off last night!” Jake shook his head, “Pooch is talking shit.”

“Yeah but, made you blush!” Pooch winked and Jake took a deep breath, his cheeks flushed with heat. “Oh my God you actually do!” Cougar snorted.

“Fuck you both.” Jake groaned as he stood up and stormed from the office, bumping into Roque on his way.

“Hey Jensen where’s the fire?” Roque watched him go, before he turned and walked into the room “Where’s that ray of sunshine going?”

Pooch scoffed “He’s craving coffee all of a sudden.”

Roque frowned as Cougar let out another deep chuckle.

***** “So, not suit today?” Stella asked, taking in Evan’s casual appearance. He was dressed in a white Henley and black jeans which was a stark contrast to the crisp suit she’d first seen him wearing in this very place a week ago.

“No, I only wear that when I have some hot-shot boss to impress.” He smiled as he placed Stella’s coffee down on the table, gracefully sitting down in the seat opposite her.

“Suppose that’s the beauty of being in uniform.” Stella grinned, thanking him for the coffee. “Don’t have to worry about office wear!”

“Yeah, probably one thing I miss about being in active service.” Evan agreed. “Actually, come to think about it, it’s the only thing I miss about being in active service.”

Stella chuckled and picked up the large mug in her hands, inhaling deeply. “Man, I love Pumpkin Spiced Lattes” she grinned.

“I can tell.” Evan smiled “You’re practically purring over it.”

Stella shrugged “I wait all year for these things and besides, the last one I had ended up all over some guy’s shirt.”

“Poor guy.” Evan quipped, his eyes on hers as he took a sip of his own drink.

“Yeah, I basically scalded him.” Stella shrugged, “And he didn’t deserve it either, turns out he was a pretty nice guy.” “A nice guy that spent all day smelling of cinnamon and whatever else they put in a pumpkin spiced latte.” “Win-win as far as I’m concerned” Stella grinned, setting her cup down. “I like that smell.” “Maybe you should contact Starbucks’ head office.” Evan set his own cup down gently, his large hand still curled round it “Suggest they release a cologne.”

“Uh-uh, bad idea.” Stella swallowed another sip of her coffee. “I wouldn’t be able to resist. I’d be following every guy wearing it round like some kind of animal tracking pheromones.” Evan let out a loud laugh and Stella grinned watching him for a second before his laughter died into quieter chuckles and she cocked her head to the side a little “You know, I was surprised you called me.”

“Why’s that?” he frowned slightly

She shrugged “I dunno, I just thought you were fooling around at the bar and that you’d end up in some other girls’ bed that night.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth she inwardly groaned “Shit. I didn’t mean that how it sounded…”

“Well, if you must know I didn’t.” Evan said, his voice harbouring a trace of humour “I ended up cradling my friend’s head whilst he puked his drunk ass up all over his bathroom.”

“Sounds a lot more boring.” Stella laughed.

“To be honest, by the time we left the bar I was almost as drunk as he was so it was actually quite funny. We may or may not have trashed his apartment whilst we were on a collision course to the bathroom so…”

“Well as long as you weren’t drunk ass driving and on a collision course to his apartment.”

“No, I don’t drink and bike.” He grinned.

“You have a bike?” Stella looked at him, her interest even more piqued. The guy was hot, looked good in a suit, looked equally hot in casuals and now she was imagining him a leather jacket, boots…she glanced around a little as if she half expected someone with a hidden camera to pop out at her and tell her this was a set up.

“Yup, nice little Ducatti.” Evan spoke and she looked back at him. “I had to go back for it the next day. I wasn’t intending on drinking but, well, we’d had a busy week so it was nice to kick back.” “I know that feeling.” Stella smiled, taking another sip of her drink. As she did so she noticed Evan looking over her shoulder, a slight frown on his face “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah, sorry, just trying to figure out why that guy over there is looking at me like he wants to kill me.” Stella frowned and turned round, letting out a groan as she spotted Jake. He hastily turned to the barista, handing over his money, when he saw her looking and she shook her head, turning back to Evan.

“Will you excuse me for a moment?” she asked, before she stood up and made her way over.

“What are you playing at?” she demanded and Jake looked at her.

“Me? Nothing, I just wanted a coffee.” He shrugged.

“You can’t like to me JJ.” She arched an eyebrow. “Pooch and Coug tell you I was here?”

“Might have mentioned it.”

“Right, well you can take your coffee and go and stop giving my date dirty looks.”

“Date?” Jensen scoffed

Stella groaned, she hadn’t meant to use that…as this wasn’t a date, it was just coffee. “No, it’s not...”but as she looked at Jensen she stopped, frowning “Why did you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like it was utterly ridiculous?”

“I didn’t…”

“Is it so hard to believe that someone might want to date me?”

“Well yeah, I mean no…I mean…”

“You know what? I’m actually not interested in your opinion so…”

“Stell, don’t…” Jake sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Stella narrowed her eyes “Because I’ve got a pretty long list of things you’ve been a jerk about.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Jake mumbled, taking the coffee from the barista “Look, I gotta go do some…stuff.”

Stella watched him leave with narrowed eyes before she made her way back to the table where Evan was watching with interest.

“Friend of yours?” he asked as she sat down.

“No, well yeah…sorta.” She rubbed at her temple “It’s a long story.”

“I got time.” He shrugged.

Stella took a deep breath “Ok, short version is we met when we were 11, started dating when we were 17, he ended it 4 years later, only he didn’t…”

“Wait, he finished with you?” Evan cut her off and Stella nodded. “There’s definitely something wrong with him.”

Stella blinked before she let out a little huff of laughter “And now we ended up in the same team under Clay. So yeah, it’s kinda messy but it’s definitely over this time. Thing is I still want to be friends, we’ve known each other for so long but…” she groaned and shook her head “Sorry, I’m rambling and I don’t wanna scare you off before we’ve even starts…” she swallowed and shook her head as Evan’s eyes widened a little “Shit, that was presumptuous of me, I mean if you wanna start something…”

She trailed off, shaking her head, cursing herself for rambling as Evan leaned forward, his eyes twinkling.

“Well I’m kinda hoping you’re gonna let me start by taking you to dinner.”

She blinked “What? I mean, yeah, of course…dinner. Great.”

Evan let out a soft laugh “What are you doing tonight?”

“Um, tonight?” Stella looked at him” Nothing, I guess.”

“So how about it?” he asked “I know a great place in DC. I can pick you up?”

“Sure.” Stella swallowed, feeling the heat in her cheeks “I’d like that.” “Ok, settled.” Evan nodded, picking up his coffee “You know, considering Monday’s normally suck, I think I lucked out on this one. I got a second date on the same day as the first.”

“Oh so this is the first?” Stella teased.

“It absolutely is. At least it was in my head when I asked you to join me.” Evan winked.

“Hmmm, not convinced it counts.” Stella quipped.

“We can agree to disagree.” Evan shrugged “I mean, I’d hate to argue on our first date.”

Stella looked at him, before she shook her head snorting before she glanced at her watch “Shit, I really do have to go. I’m due on the range in 20.”

“I should be getting back to.” Evan nodded “You wanna text me your address and I’ll pick you up say 7:30?”

“Sure, that is a date.” She winked standing up and he laughed.

“Glad we agree on that one.”

***** Stella tossed her kit bag down on the floor and made her way to the bedroom, flopping down on her bed with a loud groan. The day had been hectic and now she wanted nothing more than to have a hot back and crawl into bed, but that wasn’t gonna happen as she had a date.

A date which she wasn’t particularly looking forward to anymore. Jensen had behaved like a petulant brat all afternoon, undermining her every instruction with the team they’d been leading through an exercise and she knew he was doing it deliberately. He was always the same, when something happened that he couldn’t process he went one of two ways. Either completely over the top childish humour or sullen spiteful brattishness, and today he had chosen the latter. The problem was, that whilst Stella knew she shouldn’t be bothered that he was clearly upset she was dating someone else, she was bothered. She felt guilty. And she knew it was pathetic. But she just couldn’t help it.

With a groan she reached into her pocket, ready to ring her so called best friend to attempt to talk things over when it lit up in her hand and she let out another loud growl of frustration as she realised it was her sister facetiming her. She debated whether or not she should answer but decided she better had or Rey would simply keep calling her all night.

“Hi.” She answered, a little unenthusiastically and Rey raised her eyebrows.

“Nice to talk to you too.” Rey said sarcastically.

“Sorry, it’s just been a really long day.” Stell sighed, before she fixed a smile on her face “You ok?”

“Yeah, just thought I’d check in. We haven’t talked in a while.” Rey smiled, brushing her long hair out of her face “Are you coming home any time soon?”

“Not until Thanksgiving.” Stella shrugged “Got a lot on. But I’ll be back for a week.”

“Ok, well I was gonna book me, you, mom, Jane and Janet into a spa for a day, my treat…well, Richard’s, but whatever. You fancy it?”

“Sure.” Stella nodded “That sounds great, thanks.”

“You could be a little more enthusiastic.” Rey rolled her eyes “Are you sure you’re ok?”

Stella scratched at her head and took a deep breath “No. I’m not. I mean, I should be but…”

“Hey, Stel…” Rey’s expression softened as she saw the tears forming in Stel’s eyes “What’s wrong?” “I have a date tonight.” Stella said and Rey frowned.

“So? You and Jake go out all the time. What’s the-“

“It’s not with Jake.” Stella swallowed “Jake and I…look, that’s over. And I mean it this time, he called quits.”

“Wait, wait…let me get this straight.” Rey frowned “You’re going on a date with someone that isn’t Gi-Joe?”

“Yeah.” “And you’re…upset about this?”

“Not upset so much. I feel guilty Rey.” Stella shook her head “Guilty about Jake and I know that’s stupid and-“ “You’re damned right it’s stupid!” Rey exploded “Fuck Stella, I love Jake to bits, despite the fact we fight all the time, you know I do but…well he dumped you like 5 years ago and I saw how broken you were…and then you got into that whole fucked up arrangement, which, for the record the pair of you may as well have still been dating, but that’s by the by. You’re not together, you have nothing to feel guilty about. And if he’s making you feel like that then he’s being a fucking prick but more to the point if you’re letting him make you feel like that, then you’re being a fucking prick too.”

“Wow, tough love much?” Stella mumbled, wiping at her eye.

“Yeah well you need it.” Rey frowned. “Fuck Stelly, it’s about time you got out there. You’re not thinking of cancelling are you?”

“No.” Stella shook her head. “Evan’s a really nice guy, I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.”

“Evan huh?” Rey raised her eyebrows “What’s he like? Ooh, send me a picture.”

“What? I don’t have a picture of him!” Stella scoffed “I’ve met the guy like 3 times now. The first time I tipped coffee all down him.”

“Ooh, how very Notting Hill!” Rey said and Stella laughed.

“I hate that film.”

“I know.” Rey grinned, “So, come on, tell me about him, and I want ALL the details!” Stella took a deep breath and began to explain to Rey about how she’d met Evan and then bumped into him in a bar, how they’d met for coffee that morning, what he looked like, what she knew about him so far and by the time she finished the smile was back on her face and she knew instantly what her sister had done. She’d made her focus on why she’d liked Evan in the first place. Classic distraction technique, and it had worked. For all their bitching and arguing, Stella wouldn’t change her big sister for the world, and this was one of the reasons why. She was a brilliant confident and made Rey see things that half the time she was blind to.

“Damned, he sounds great.” Rey’s face split into a grin “I’m almost jealous.”

“Well, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Stella shrugged “It might go to shit after this date.”

“That’s the spirit, positive thinking…” Rey rolled her eyes, “Fuck Stella, don’t go into it thinking like that.”

“I’m not, I mean I won’t…” Stella took a deep breath as she checked her watch “Ah fuck, it’s half 6…I need to get ready. I only have an hour.”

“Ok, where is he taking you?”

“No idea.” Stella shrugged “Some place in DC. All he said in his message was to be ready for 7:30 and the dress code was smart casual…”

“Right, so this I can help with.” Rey grinned. “Stand up…go to your closet…” Stella did as she was told, heaving herself off her bed. “Turn the phone around so I can examine your wardrobe…” Rey made a twirling motion with her finger and Stella obliged. “Hmmm” she heard her sister mumbled. “I forgot what your dress sense is like. How long did you say we have?”

“Fuck you.” Stella laughed as Rey chuckled.

*****

Under Rey’s sharp eye they settled on a long sleeved, navy blue sweater dress that finished just below her knees, teamed with a pair of knee high, tan suede, slouch boots with a small heel. With a hum of approval, Rey told her she’d “knock him dead” before hanging up and allowing her to finish getting ready not after offering Stella one final piece of advice.

“Leave the jacket at home.” Rey grinned “Then, you can test his chivalry level when or if he offers you’re his jacket.”

Stella rolled her eyes and hung up before she headed for a quick shower, taking care not to wet her hair as it would never dry in time. Luckily, thanks to the fact it had been in a French braid all day, when she took it down it fell round her face in loose waves and actually looked like she’d meant it to look that way. She did her make-up, keeping it simple with a light brown smoky effect and grabbing her purse, took a last look in the mirror and headed out of her room.

Evan arrived at 7:30 on the dot, just as promised and as she made her way outside she smiled as he was stood, leaning against a sleek black Mercedes. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a cream button down and a tweed jacket with brown boots. Stella smiled as he stood up straight and opened the door to the car for her.

“You look lovely.” He complimented and she smiled.

“Thanks, you look pretty good yourself”.

“Glad you approve, hate to think I was showing you up.” He winked as she settled into the passenger seat.

Evan drove them the 20 minutes or so into DC. The restaurant he had picked was lovely. Not too fancy, but nice enough to be a little bit more special than a run-of-the-mill evening out the Losers often shared. Evan was an absolute gentleman, opening the car door for her, the restaurant door to allow her in first, taking her coat to hand to the Maître-D, pulling her chair out for her. The food and drink was amazing, Stella ordering a gorgeous grilled steak and prawn salad, Evan opting for a burger which Stella commented looked big enough to feed her entire team. They split a bottle of rich and earthy red wine, Evan having driven didn’t want any more and neither of them wanted a hangover at work, not to mention Stella was conscious about getting drunk on their first date. The conversation was easy, that wasn’t a shock given how it had been between them in the bar the other night and over coffee, but this time they got to know each other a little better. Stella found out that Evan married at 22, divorced at 26 after his wife decided she couldn’t cope any more with him being away for long periods of time. He had no kids, parents both dead, and he’d been working for the CIA now for 2 years after deciding he’d had enough of life in the Navy.

None of it was forced, there was no awkwardness, and the 3 hours they spent together flew by and Stella wasn’t surprised therefore to find that when he pulled his black Mercedes C-class into the parking lot outside her condo building, she was really disappointed the evening had come to an end.

Evan cut the engine and Stella smiled to herself, her fingers running over the seatbelt. “So, the car is nice and all but I kinda wished I’d got to see your bike.”

“Well, I’m not sure that dress you’re wearing would have been very practical for riding pillion, Doll but-“ he turned to face her, his blue eyes locking onto hers as he smiled, and she didn’t miss the little nervous twitch of his lips “-maybe there’ll be another date so I can take you out on it?”

The fact it was a question didn’t pass Stella by and she felt the heat in her neck as she smiled gently “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Evan beamed “Great, that’s great.” He paused before he gestured over his shoulder “Let me walk you to the door.”

Stella didn’t bother to point out she was a lethal trained killing machine. Instead she nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear as Evan climbed out of his car and made his way round to the passenger side, opening her door. He held out his hand to help her out and once she was clear he shut the door and they walked side by side to the entrance, Stella still had his jacket draped over her shoulders from when they’d stepped out of the restaurant. He’d passed Rey’s test with flying colours after he’d dropped it over her shoulders without so much as a word when he saw her shiver slightly in the brisk, October air. Once they reached the door Stella stopped, removed it from her shoulders it off and he took it with a thanks as she reached into her bag for her key. She looked up at Evan who finished shrugging his jacket back on and she smiled.

“I had a really good time tonight, thank you.”

Evan took a deep breath, a cheeky expression lighting up his handsome face.

“Yeah, you know, considering you had so little faith in the fact I’d even call you, I think I did pretty well.” He quipped as she laughed “Two dates on the same day and a promise of a third…”

“Yeah, I’m still not sure that coffee this morning counts as a date.” Stella arched her eyebrow and Evan made a clicking noise with his tongue.

“Pity, because I had it on good authority that the second date was an acceptable moment to have a first kiss.” He looked at her and Stella swallowed, her eyes flicking to his lips before she hastily moved her gaze back to his, but the amusement in his eyes told her he’d seen.

“Ok, well, maybe I can be persuaded that coffee this morning counts.” She bit her lip.

Evan grinned, and reached out with one hand, curling it lightly against her hip as he dipped his head to hers, catching her mouth in a soft, sweet kiss. It wasn’t long, it wasn’t especially passionate but it was perfect for the moment. When they pulled away Evan smiled and stepped back, allowing her to open the door which he leaned over and pushed for her, his palm holding it in place so she could step inside.

“See you later” he smiled.

“Yeah, yeah you will.”

With a final glance over her shoulder, Stella headed for the elevator and selected her floor, sliding the key card into the slot. As the doors shut she leaned against the wall, a smile flickering on her face. She’d had a lovely evening, the kiss being the icing on the cake. She let out a little sigh as she realised that Evan was the first person she’d kissed since she’d started dating Jake (well, not counting Roque if you could even count that) and it had felt completely different. Her first kiss with Jake had sent tingles through her entire body, like someone had set off fireworks in her stomach, whereas that with Evan had been a softer flutter, like butterflies.

But, she supposed that was the difference between being a hormonal 17 year old kissing her first boyfriend and the now more mature and world-wise 26 year old she was.

At that point the doors to the elevator opened and she pushed herself off the wall and stepped through them.

****

Jake opened the door to his apartment, pulling it shut behind him and glanced up as he heard the elevator doors open. Stella stepped onto the landing, looking in her bag before she glanced up and paused as she saw him. Jake took in her appearance. The long-sleeved woollen dress she was wearing finished just below the knees of boot clad legs and damned it, it hugged her curves in all the right way. She looked fucking amazing.

“You look nice.” He offered and she smiled.

“Thanks. I would say the same about you but…” she gestured to his sweats, scruffy red hoody and dirty sneakers and he scoffed shrugging.

“Yeah, well last time I checked you didn’t need to get dressed up to go to McDonalds so…”

“Seriously?” she looked at him “Your eating habits are ridiculous. It’s 10:45!”

“Yeah well, I wasn’t hungry before but now I am.” He shrugged

“Fair enough.” she chuckled and turned to head to her apartment.”

“Where you getting in from?” he asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer. He watched as she stopped and hesitated a little, before she drew her shoulders back and stood tall as she turned to face him.

“I’ve been on a date.” She said.

Yup, there it was.

“With that prick that bought you coffee this morning?” Jake blurted out and Stella narrowed her eyes dangerously.

“Don’t know who you’re referring to.” Stella looked at him “The only prick I know gets the munchies at almost 11 at night.”

Jake took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. “Piss off, Stel”

“No need to be rude Jacob.” She glowered and he raised his eyebrows.

“You just called me a prick and I’m the one who’s being rude?”

“Whatever Jake” it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“Whatever Stel…” he mimicked in a stupid voice and she shook her head.

“Grow up” and with that final barb she turned, opened her door and shut it loudly behind her leaving him staring at the solid wooden door that sported a large, brass 4a in the middle.

Jake simply stood there for a moment, before his hands dropped to his hips and he let out a heavy sigh, looking at the floor. Funnily enough he’d lost his appetite. With a final glance at her door he turned and let himself back into his own apartment, pulling out his phone.

When he found the number he wanted he pressed dial, and waited for them to answer…

****

Chapter 3 Part 2

#too loose and you'll lose it #jake jensen x ofc #jake jensen x original female character #jake jensen #the losers

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Ch 3- Man, You Really Are As Dumb As You Look…

Part 1

Summary: Evan asks Stella on a date, Jake’s not impressed and the entire thing takes him on a little trip down memory lane…

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT via flashback in Part 2 (NSFW 18+)

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

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Love encompasses a range of strong and positive emotional and mental states, from the most sublime virtue or good habit, the deepest interpersonal affection and to the simplest pleasure.

It was a sunny fall morning, and for a Monday Jensen actually felt pretty good. He walked down the corridor, his heavy combat boots slapping lightly on the lino floor, whistling to himself. He stepped aside to let a pretty red head out of one of the rooms, turning to watch her walk away, grinning to himself as his eyes dropped to her combat trouser clad ass before he shook his head and continued his route to the office.

He walked in with a loud “S’up losers” and looked around “Where’s Stel?” he asked, nodding to her vacant desk.

“Man you really are as dumb as you look.” Pooch shook his head as Cougar continued to grin.

As he suddenly realised what Pooch was alluding to, Jensen’s eyes flew open wide “Don’t tell me it’s that guy from the bar the other night?”

“Yup” Cougar nodded “Clearly they traded numbers...”

Jake suddenly felt hot and there was an annoying buzzing in his ears. Swallowing he took a deep breath and shook his head “Nah, that’s not Stel’s style.”

“What do you mean it’s not her style?” Pooch frowned.

“She only met him like last Friday.” Jensen shrugged “She moves slower, more cautious.”

“She’s not 11 now Jensen.” Pooch looked at Cougar “What, you expect her to wait for 6 years for this one as well?”

Jensen narrowed his eyes “That’s…that was different, we were kids.”

“Well she’s not a kid anymore.” Cougar smirked, picking up his phone “And she’s hot and free.”

“Yeah, what exactly did you think would happen?” Pooch asked.

“I-“ Jensen looked at him, then to Cougar, both of them watching him as he floundered for a response “-guess I don’t...”

Cougar let out a howl of laughter as Jake glared at Pooch “You still get yourself off thinking about her. You’re screwed up, man!”

“No, that’s…I wasn’t jacking off last night!” Jake shook his head, “Pooch is talking shit.”

“Yeah but, made you blush!” Pooch winked and Jake took a deep breath, his cheeks flushed with heat. “Oh my God you actually do!” Cougar snorted.

“Fuck you both.” Jake groaned as he stood up and stormed from the office, bumping into Roque on his way.

“Hey Jensen where’s the fire?” Roque watched him go, before he turned and walked into the room “Where’s that ray of sunshine going?”

Pooch scoffed “He’s craving coffee all of a sudden.”

Roque frowned as Cougar let out another deep chuckle.

***** “So, no suit today?” Stella asked, taking in Evan’s casual appearance. He was dressed in a white Henley and black jeans which was a stark contrast to the crisp suit she’d first seen him wearing in this very place a week ago.

“No, I only wear that when I have some hot-shot boss to impress.” He smiled as he placed Stella’s coffee down on the table, gracefully sitting down in the seat opposite her.

“Suppose that’s the beauty of being in uniform.” Stella grinned, thanking him for the coffee. “Don’t have to worry about office wear!”

“Yeah, probably one thing I miss about being in active service.” Evan agreed. “Actually, come to think about it, it’s the only thing I miss about being in active service.”

Stella chuckled and picked up the large mug in her hands, inhaling deeply. “Man, I love Pumpkin Spiced Lattes” she grinned.

“I can tell.” Evan smiled “You’re practically purring over it.”

Stella shrugged “I wait all year for these things and besides, the last one I had ended up all over some guy’s shirt.”

“Poor guy.” Evan quipped, his eyes on hers as he took a sip of his own drink.

“Why’s that?” he frowned slightly

“Well, if you must know I didn’t.” Evan said, his voice harbouring a trace of humour “I ended up cradling my friend’s head whilst he puked his drunk ass up all over his bathroom.”

“Sounds a lot more boring.” Stella laughed.

“Well as long as you weren’t drunk ass driving and on a collision course to his apartment.”

“No, I don’t drink and bike.” He grinned.

“Yeah, sorry, just trying to figure out why that guy over there is looking at me like he wants to kill me.” Stella frowned and turned round, letting out a groan as she spotted Jake stood in his combats at the counter. He hastily turned to the barista, handing over his money when he saw her looking and she shook her head, turning back to Evan.

“Will you excuse me for a moment?” she asked, before she stood up and made her way over.

“What are you playing at?” she demanded and Jake looked at her.

“Me? Nothing, I just wanted a coffee.” He shrugged.

“You can’t lie to me JJ.” She arched an eyebrow. “Pooch and Coug tell you I was here?”

“Might have mentioned it.”

“Right, well you can take your coffee and go and stop giving my date dirty looks.”

“Date?” Jensen scoffed

Stella groaned, she hadn’t meant to use that word as this wasn’t a date, it was just coffee. “No, it’s not...”but as she looked at Jensen she stopped, frowning “Why did you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like it was utterly ridiculous?”

“I didn’t…”

“Is it so hard to believe that someone might want to date me?” she demanded, hands falling to her hips.

“Well yeah, I mean no…I mean…”

“You know what? I’m actually not interested in your opinion so…”

“Stel, don’t…” Jake sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Stella narrowed her eyes “Because I’ve got a pretty long list of things you’ve been a jerk about.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Jake mumbled, taking the coffee from the barista “Look, I gotta go do some…stuff.”

Stella watched him leave with narrowed eyes before she made her way back to the table where Evan was watching with interest.

“Friend of yours?” he asked as she sat down.

“Yeah, I think so..well-” She rubbed at her temple “It’s a long story.”

“I got time.” He shrugged.

Stella took a deep breath “Ok, short version is we met when we were 11, started dating when we were 17, he ended it 5 years later, only he didn’t really as we carried on…”

“Wait, he finished with you?” Evan cut her off and Stella nodded. “There’s definitely something wrong with him.”

Stella blinked before she let out a little huff of laughter “And now we ended up in the same team under Clay. So yeah, it’s kinda messy but it’s definitely over this time. Thing is I still want to be friends, we’ve known each other for so long but…” she groaned and shook her head “Sorry, I’m rambling and I don’t wanna scare you off before we’ve even started…” she swallowed and shook her head as Evan’s eyes widened a little “Shit, that was presumptuous of me, I mean if you wanna start something…”

She trailed off, shaking her head, cursing herself for her verbal diarrhoea as Evan leaned forward, his eyes twinkling.

“Well I’m kinda hoping you’re gonna let me start by taking you to dinner.”

She blinked “What? I mean, yeah, of course…dinner. Great.”

Evan let out a soft laugh “What are you doing tonight?”

“Um, tonight?” Stella looked at him” Nothing, I guess.”

“So how about it?” he asked “I know a great place in DC. I can pick you up?”

“Oh so this is the first?” Stella teased.

“It absolutely is. At least it was in my head when I asked you to join me.” Evan winked.

“Hmmm, not convinced it counts.” Stella quipped.

“We can agree to disagree.” Evan shrugged “I mean, I’d hate to argue on our first date.”

Stella looked at him, before she shook her head snorting before she glanced at her watch “Shit, I really do have to go. I’m due on the range in 20.”

“I should be getting back too.” Evan nodded “You wanna text me your address and I’ll pick you up say 7:30?”

“Sure, that is a date.” She winked standing up and he laughed.

“Glad we agree on that one.”

***** Stella tossed her kit bag down on the floor and made her way to the bedroom, flopping down on her bed with a loud groan. The day had been hectic and now she wanted nothing more than to have a hot bath and crawl into bed, but that wasn’t gonna happen as she had a date.

A date which she wasn’t particularly looking forward to anymore. Jensen had behaved like a petulant brat all afternoon, undermining her every instruction with the team they’d been leading through an exercise and she knew he was doing it deliberately. He was always the same, when something happened that he didn’t like he went one of two ways. Either completely over the top childish humour or sullen spiteful brattishness, and today he had chosen the latter. The problem was, that whilst Stella knew she shouldn’t be bothered that he was clearly upset she was dating someone else, she was bothered. She felt guilty. And she knew it was pathetic. But she just couldn’t help it.

“Hi.” She answered, a little unenthusiastically and Rey raised her eyebrows.

“Nice to talk to you too.” Rey said sarcastically.

“Sorry, it’s just been a really long day.” Stel sighed, before she fixed a smile on her face “You ok?”

“Yeah, just thought I’d check in. We haven’t talked in a while.” Rey smiled, brushing her long hair out of her face “Are you coming home any time soon?”

“Not until Thanksgiving.” Stella shrugged “Got a lot on. But I’ll be back for a week.”

“Ok, well I was gonna book me, you, mom, Jane and Janet into a spa for a day, my treat…well, Richard’s, but whatever. You fancy it?”

“Sure.” Stella nodded “That sounds great, thanks.”

“You could be a little more enthusiastic.” Rey rolled her eyes “Are you sure you’re ok?”

Stella scratched at her head and took a deep breath “No. I’m not. I mean, I should be but…”

“Hey...” Rey’s expression softened as she saw the tears forming in Stel’s eyes “What’s wrong?” “I have a date tonight.” Stella said and Rey frowned.

“So? You and Jake go out all the time. What’s the-“

“It’s not with Jake.” Stella swallowed “Jake and I…look, that’s over. And I mean it this time, he called quits.”

“Wait, wait…let me get this straight.” Rey frowned “You’re going on a date with someone that isn’t GI-Joe?”

“Yes.” Stella groaned “Why does everyone find that so hard to believe?” “And you’re…upset about this?”

“Not upset so much. I feel guilty Rey.” Stella shook her head “Guilty about Jake and I know that’s stupid and-“ “You’re damned right it’s stupid!” Rey exploded “Fuck Stella, I love Jake to bits, despite the fact we fight all the time, you know I do but…well he dumped you like 4 years ago and I saw how broken you were…and then you got into that whole fucked up arrangement, which, for the record the pair of you may as well have still been dating, but that’s by the by. You’re not together, you have nothing to feel guilty about. And if he’s making you feel like that then he’s being a fucking prick but more to the point if you’re letting him make you feel like that, then you’re being a fucking prick too.”

“Wow, tough love much?” Stella mumbled, wiping at her eye.

“Yeah well you need it.” Rey frowned. “Fuck Stelly, it’s about time you got out there. You’re not thinking of cancelling are you?”

“No.” Stella shook her head. “Evan’s a really nice guy, I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.”

“Evan huh?” Rey raised her eyebrows “What’s he like? Ooh, send me a picture.”

“What? I don’t have a picture of him!” Stella scoffed “I’ve met the guy like 3 times now. The first time I tipped coffee all down him.”

“Ooh, how very Notting Hill!” Rey said and Stella laughed.

“I hate that film.”

“I know.” Rey grinned, “So, come on, tell me about him, and I want ALL the details!” Stella took a deep breath and began to explain to Rey about how she’d met Evan and then bumped into him in a bar, how they’d had coffee that morning, what he looked like, what she knew about him so far and by the time she finished the smile was back on her face and she knew instantly what her sister had done. She’d made her focus on why she’d liked Evan in the first place. Classic distraction technique, and it had worked. For all their bitching and arguing, Stella wouldn’t change her big sister for the world, and this was one of the reasons why. She was a brilliant confident and made Rey see things that half the time she was blind to.

“Damned, he sounds great.” Rey’s face split into a grin “I’m almost jealous.”

“Well, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Stella shrugged “It might go to shit after this date.”

“That’s the spirit, positive thinking…” Rey rolled her eyes, “Fuck Stella, don’t go into it thinking like that.”

“I’m not, I mean I won’t…” Stella took a deep breath as she checked her watch “Ah fuck, it’s half 6…I need to get ready. I only have an hour.”

“Ok, where is he taking you?”

“No idea.” Stella shrugged “Some place in DC. All he said in his message was to be ready for 7:30 and the dress code was smart casual…”

“Fuck you.” Stella laughed as Rey chuckled.

*****

“Leave the jacket at home.” Rey grinned “Then, you can test his chivalry level when or if he offers you his jacket.”

Stella rolled her eyes and hung up before she headed for a quick shower, taking care not to wet her hair as it would never dry in time. Luckily, thanks to the fact it had been in a French braid all day, when she took it down it fell round her face in loose waves like she’d meant it to look that way. She dressed, did her make-up, keeping it simple with a light brown smoky effect and grabbing her purse, took a last look in the mirror and headed out of her room.

Evan arrived at 7:30 on the dot, just as promised and as she made her way outside she smiled and gave a little wave over to where he stood, leaning against a sleek black Mercedes. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a cream button down and a tweed jacket with brown boots. Stella smiled as he stood up straight and opened the door to the car for her.

“You look lovely.” He complimented and she smiled.

“Thanks, you look pretty good yourself”.

“Glad you approve, hate to think I was showing you up.” He winked as she settled into the passenger seat.

Evan drove them the 20 minutes or so into DC. The restaurant he had picked was lovely. Not too fancy, but nice enough to be a little bit more special than a run-of-the-mill evening out the Losers often shared. Evan was an absolute gentleman, opening the car door for her, the restaurant door to allow her in first, his hand in the small of her back as thy followed he Maître-D to their table, before pulling her chair out for her to allow her to sit down. The food and drink was amazing, Stella ordering a gorgeous grilled steak and prawn salad, Evan opting for a burger which Stella commented looked big enough to feed her entire team. They split a bottle of rich and earthy red wine, Evan having driven didn’t want any more and neither of them wanted a hangover at work, not to mention Stella was conscious about getting drunk on their first date. The conversation was easy, that wasn’t a shock given how it had been between them in the bar the other night and over coffee, but this time they got to know each other a little better. Stella found out that Evan married at 22, divorced at 26 after his wife decided she couldn’t cope any more with him being away for long periods of time. He had no kids, parents both dead, and he’d been working for the CIA now for 2 years after deciding he’d had enough of life in the Navy.

None of it was forced, there was no awkwardness, and the 3 hours they spent together flew by. Of course Evan wouldn’t hear of allowing her to split the bill, picking up the check and Stella wasn’t surprised in the slightest to find that when he pulled his black Mercedes C-class into the parking lot outside her condo building, she was really disappointed the evening had come to an end.

Evan cut the engine and Stella smiled to herself, her fingers running over the seatbelt. “So, the car is nice and all but I kinda wished I’d got to see your bike.”

The fact it was a question didn’t pass Stella by and she felt the heat in her neck as she smiled gently “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Evan beamed “Great.” He paused before he gestured over his shoulder “Let me walk you to the door.”

Stella didn’t bother to point out she was a lethal trained killing machine. Instead she nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear as Evan climbed out of his car and made his way round to the passenger side, opening her door. He held out his hand to help her out and once she was clear he shut the door and they walked side by side to the entrance, Stella still had his jacket draped over her shoulders from when they’d stepped out of the restaurant. He’d passed Rey’s test with flying colours after he’d dropped it over her shoulders without so much as a word when he saw her shiver slightly in the brisk, October air. Once they reached the door Stella stopped, removed it from her shoulders and he took it with a thanks as she reached into her bag for her key. She looked up at Evan who finished shrugging his jacket back on and she smiled.

“I had a really good time tonight, thank you.”

Evan took a deep breath, a cheeky expression lighting up his handsome face.

“Yeah, I’m still not sure that coffee this morning counts as a date.” Stella arched her eyebrow and Evan made a clicking noise with his tongue.

“Ok, well, maybe I can be persuaded that coffee this morning counts.” She bit her lip.

“See you later” he smiled.

“Yeah, yeah you will.”

But, she supposed that was the difference between being a hormonal 17 year old kissing her first boyfriend and the now more mature and world-wise 26 year old she was.

At that point the doors to the elevator opened and she pushed herself off the wall and stepped through them.

****

Jake opened the door to his apartment, pulling it shut behind him and glanced up as he heard the elevator doors open. Stella stepped onto the landing, looking in her bag before she glanced up and paused as she saw him. Jake took in her appearance. The long-sleeved woollen dress she was wearing finished just below the knees of her boot clad legs and damned it, it hugged her curves in all the right way. She looked great.

“You look nice.” He offered and she smiled.

“Thanks. I would say the same about you but…” she gestured to his sweats, scruffy red hoody and dirty sneakers and he scoffed shrugging.

“Yeah, well last time I checked you didn’t need to get dressed up to go to McDonalds so…”

“Seriously?” she looked at him “Your eating habits are ridiculous. It’s 10:45!”

“Yeah well, I wasn’t hungry before but now I am.” He shrugged

“Fair enough.” she chuckled and turned to head to her apartment.”

“I’ve been on a date.” She said.

Yup, there it was.

“With that prick that bought you coffee this morning?” Jake blurted out and Stella narrowed her eyes dangerously.

“Don’t know who you’re referring to.” Stella looked at him “The only prick I know gets the munchies at almost 11 at night.”

Jake took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. “Piss off, Stella”

“No need to be rude Jacob.” She glowered and he raised his eyebrows.

“You just called me a prick and I’m the one who’s being rude?”

“Whatever Jake” it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“Whatever Stel…” he mimicked in a stupid voice and she shook her head.

“Grow up” and with that final barb she turned, opened her door and shut it loudly behind her leaving him staring at the solid wooden door that sported a large, brass 4a in the middle.

When he found the number he wanted he pressed dial, and waited for them to answer…

*****

PART 2

#too loose and you'll lose it #jake jensen x ofc #jake jensen #the losers #the losers fan fic

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let-me-love-you-loki · 4 years

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The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 1

A/N: Cooked up with @mox-made-me-do-it. She is the amazing co-author of this story. It is told in alternating perspectives from the girls (and possibly the boys).

Chapter 1: Leigh

I looked out the window at the crystal blue water miles below. The sun was glittering on the waves as the plane circled toward the airport.

“Thank you for choosing United Airlines,” said an overly friendly voice over the intercom. “The attendants will be around shortly to prepare the cabin for landing. Please remain seated and with your seatbelt fastened. We hope you enjoy your visit to Tahiti, where it is a sunny and beautiful 85 degrees.”

She repeated the message again in several languages, one of which I was sure was French. I drowned out the sound of the voice and turned to my travel companion—my best friend in the whole world Allie Mason. We’d known each other so long that we’d lost count. But life had taken us our separate ways. She’d been pulled to Los Angeles. I’d ended up in North Carolina. Even though we’d spoken at least every other day, we hadn’t had a chance to see one another in almost a year.

Of course, she hadn’t changed one bit. Well, her blonde hair had gotten a little lighter and a little longer in the California sun. But other than that, she was still the girl I’d met at orientation freshman year of college. The same hazel eyes. The same sense of humor. The same sense of trouble.

“Leigh, I can’t believe we’re actually doing this!” she squealed, leaning over into my seat. “We haven’t had a girl’s trip in years. After those jerks, we definitely deserve it. Time to soak up some sunshine, make some Vitamin-D, and see if we can’t find some trouble to get into… or onto.”

I rolled my eyes and grinned. She was right—she almost always was. The last few years of our lives had been wrapped up in relationships that sucked the life out of us. She’d finally broken up with her long-time boyfriend, Jon, who was wonderful at first but then turned out to be a top tier asshole. So much so that he cheated on her a week before their wedding. Without missing a beat, she kicked him to the curb, canceled the wedding, and decided that the two of us would go on her honeymoon instead.

I’d just walked away from Izzy Phillips, the girl who’d won my heart in college and who’d then proceeded to break it into pieces by the time she was done with me. It was kind of over when I caught her with my cousin in our bed.

“God, you have no idea,” I whined as the plane finally sat down with a jarring bump. “I’m so done with real life that I’m calling for the check.”

Allie laughed as we grabbed our carry-on bags and stumbled out of the plane into the bright sunshine of paradise. The air was thick with the scent of salt and sand and heat. We hurried across the tarmac to the tiny airport terminal and let the tide carry us toward baggage claim. We stood side-by-side and watched the conveyor belt go round and round, searching for our suitcases.

I leaned against her side, trying very hard not to burst into a fit of giggles. The flight from LA had been filled with movies and mimosas in first class. I could still taste the orange juice and champagne on my tongue as I watched people move up to the baggage claim line.

“Look there,” I whispered, a little too loud and slightly drowned out with giggles, as I pointed to a pair of guys standing a little bit away from us. “Looks like we didn’t leave all the snacks on the plane.”

Allie followed my gaze and returned a giggle of her own. “I’d climb that one like a tree,” she whispered theatrically, pointing at one of the two guys. He was six foot easy, broad shouldered, stacked, and had golden blond hair that was knotted at the back of his head.

“Climb away, sweetheart,” I giggled, hooking my arm with hers and gesturing to his companion. He was just as tall and chiseled with two-toned curls and a jaw line that made my stomach turn over. “Curls over there… oh, the things I would do…”

“Fill out those jeans, don’t they? From the back at least.”

I giggled behind my hand as our luggage came into view. With a wink to her, I dashed forward, squeezing in between the pair and the person standing next to them to wrestle our bags from the conveyor.

Mr. Tree stepped forward and reached out, lifting both suitcases from the claim with ease. He plopped them down in front of me with a grin that made cornflower blue eyes twinkle. He had a strawberry blond beard and a gorgeous smile. I squeaked out thanks and dragged the bags back to where Allie waited.

“Definitely from the front, too,” I said, pushing her bag toward her. “Blue eyes. And a beard. Absolutely your type, Al.”

We walked into the terminal still giggling. A helpful woman at the information desk let us know that the next ferry to our Bora Bora resort wasn’t leaving for another 45 minutes. I took Allie by the hand and lead her toward the cluster of restaurants in the concourse. There was a sports bar like the ones back home, and I practically shoved her toward it.

“We’ve got time to kill. Cheese fries!” I exclaimed, following a host to a bar side table. “With everything!”

Allie grinned and picked up the drink menu. Still giggling, I put my hand over it. “Shh,” I said, even though she wasn’t talking. “Time to put the alcohol away.”

Just as the waitress came over, Allie glanced over my shoulder and went a strange mixture of pink and pale. For a moment, I thought that asshole Jon had shown up somehow. Then I saw my dearest bestie grin. “Tree and Curls just walked in.”

I raised my brows and turned just enough to see them out of the corner of my eye. They were two tables away, talking and laughing. I grinned and bumped Allie with my elbow. “Should we send them some drinks?”

She rolled her eyes and ordered a water and soda. I followed suit. We sat there chatting, waiting patiently for our mega loaded cheese fries. Our drinks arrived, along with a huge, sizzling skillet with a chocolate chip cookie topped with melting vanilla ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, and cherries.

“Ummm.” Allie and I looked at one another. She tapped the waitress on the wrist before she could walk away. “Ma’am, we didn’t order this.”

The waitress smiled and looked over my shoulder before leaning in conspiratorially. “The gentlemen over there sent it.”

Allie and I looked at one another, grinning, giggling, and blushing as if we were back in our early days of college. I reached for a spoon just as Allie brightened with a thought.

“I suppose it’s only fair… after all they did buy it…” She smiled and shrugged.

With a grin, I scooped a bit of the ice cream and cookie onto the spoon and turned toward them. “This is a little too much dessert for the two of us, fellas. Give us a hand?”

Tree glanced quickly at his companion and smirked. “Since you asked so nicely. Care to join us?”

We slipped off our stools and tried to look cool as we dragged our suitcases over. The waitress appeared as if she’d know what was happening, bringing the dessert over to the new table, depositing it with two additional spoons, and returning a moment later with our abandoned drinks. Tree stood up and held out a chair for Allie then one for me. He stepped around the table and slipped into the booth next to Curls.

I’d gotten a decent look at Tree when he’d helped with my luggage. Now, I had a chance to see Curls up close. His curls were a mix of dark brown and blond, almost as if he’d started dyeing it and changed his mind halfway through. His beard was something between dark gold and faint brown. He was broad shouldered, wonderfully muscled beneath his white t-shirt. But the thing that got me was the way that his smile made his dark blue eyes go crinkly at the corners.

He picked up a spoon and tapped it against the side of the skillet. “I’m Kenny, by the way. Kenny Omega.”

“That is an unforgettable name,” I said with a half-smile. “Much more interesting than my own. Leigh Keene.”

“Not unforgettable at all,” he returned, scooping some of the cookie and ice cream and taking a bite. “Jesus Christ, Hangman, we should have gotten another one of these for ourselves.”

I watched Allie tilt her head and look over at Tree. “Hangman?”

Tree looked a little sheepish. “Nickname.” He held his hand out over the table. Jesus, it was a big hand. “Adam Page.”

I shook his hand and grinned over at Allie, surprised that she was almost silent. “This is Allie Mason. She’s usually much more talkative. But she’s in shock at the moment. You see, a fortune teller told her once to beware the man who bought her an ice cream cookie.”

Adam’s baby blue eyes went wide. “Really. Well, Kenny’s paying so beware him.”

Kenny bounced his head side to side in agreement, trying to swallow his food. He pointed his spoon at me. “You haven’t been warned about gentlemen buying you treats, have you?”

“Me? Oh, no. Well… gentlemen, yes. But I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

The table was silent for a split second. Allie trod on my foot beneath the table. Then, Adam let out a deep laugh, hiding his mouth behind his fist. “I like her.”

I shrugged. “Nice of you, Adam. But Allie here needs protecting from Kenny.” I leaned into my friend, trying to get her to talk. “What was it, exactly, that the fortune teller told you? Wasn’t it something about beware the cookie purchaser but not…” I looked up at Adam beneath my lashes, making a guess, “cowboys? Didn’t she say cowboys were lucky?”

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redrocx · 4 years

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For the one piece ask: all of them? 😅 (I honestly can't decide which to ask for soooo...) Alternatively, only the ones you want to answer the most 👍🏻

Challenge accepted 🌚🌚

No but honestly, this was so much fun and I was bored at work

⛵️ - Fave pirate ship? (like boat ship)

It's a tie between the Thousand Sunny and Going Merry. Thriller Bark is epic though lol

🔫 - Fave canon arc?

Enies Lobby & Marineford, also Wano is creeping up there too

🚽 - Least favorite canon arc?

Davy Back Fight

💩 - Least favorite character? (in general)

Blackbeard

🙅 - Least favorite Straw Hat?

.... currently Zoro but only bc of the Zorosexuals lol I love him as a character but people are being so obnoxious that it kinda translates into how I feel about him too

😀 - Most favorite Straw Hat?

Luffy, Chopper and Robin~

😍 - OTP?

Lawlu, Frobin, Saboala

💀 - NOTP?

Hancock x Luffy

ZoSan

Kidd x Law

🙇 - A headcanon about <Luffy>

I like to think that he's asexual~

☠ - Fave pirate symbol?

You mean as in favorite flag? Obviously the Straw Hat and Heart Pirates flags (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

Also the ✖️

🏰 - Fave marine?

Garp, Aokiji (if he counts lol), Coby

❌ - Least fave marine?

Akainu 😂 though I like the way he's written

👾 - Fave villain?

Doflamingo

🎾 - Fave battle?

Luffy vs. Lucci, Luffy vs. Katakuri

😭 - Saddest scene?

Merry's death & Law's backstory

😆 - Funniest scene?

Too many lol but probably Luffy getting swallowed by Nora/Nola rofl

😜 - Funniest character?

Luffy

😳 - Any crushes?

Law, Shanks, Robin, Nami, Reiju, Kiku, Black Maria and I'm probably forgetting someone

👌 - Fave character design?

Hmmm.... I love Crocodile's design, simple mafia boss. Franky pre time skip was really neat too, so is Katakuri

🃏 - Who has the Best Hat? (the true question)

Law post time skip (sorry Luffy lol)

🖍 - Fave filler arc?

Lol obviously the navy base one XD

🗡 - Least fave filler arc?

The bounty hunters on ice

🆚 - Sub or dub?

Both, German dub is just so nostalgic. But mostly sub

☯️ - Anime or manga?

Both

⏰ - How long have you been into One Piece?

Since elementary school so about 18 years lol

🍎 - Fave Devil Fruit power?

Hana hana no mi & ope ope no mi

🍏 - Would you eat a Devil Fruit if you had the chance to?

If it's a cool one, definitely. Though I am gonna miss swimming lol

🐼 - Fave side character?

Sabo, Reiju, Kiku, Carrot

☔️ - Scene that made you cry the most? (not necessarily the saddest scene)

Merry's death, Law's backstory, Luffy dealing with Aces's loss

🌧 - Saddest backstory?

Law & Robin

😎 - Funniest joke?

Zoro will kill Kaido the one where Luffy tries to lecture Zoro on where South is on Skypiea

😱 - Most attractive character?

Shanks, Law, Robin, Reiju

😐 - Most annoying character?

Blackbeard, Spandam, Orochi

😕 - Scariest character?

Shanks honestly lol he's so badass and ominous it's scary af XD (but in a hot way lol)

👍 - Most powerful Devil Fruit power?

Good question. Probably Blackbeard's. Though others are not to be taken lightly too, like Law's, Big Mom's or even Kaido's.

🗣 - Got any theories for how it’s all gonna end?

Hopefully with a happy ending lol I'm terrified of the prospect of Luffy following in Roger's footsteps.

👏 - Fave techniques of <Luffy>

Haoushoku, Red Hawk, Gear 2

🙏 - Favorite episode?

Don't have just one

😏 - Favorite scene?

Again, don't have just one. But for example Luffy & Co ganging up to beat someone's ass; Sogeking shooting through the WG flag; Luffy decimating the Pacifista after his training; Jimbei donating blood to Luffy; Luffy stopping Doflamingo from crushing Law's skull, Sanji's "I'm the hunter" scene,...

👂 - Favorite quote?

"Pirates are evil? The Marines are righteous? These terms have always changed throughout the course of history! Kids who have never seen peace and kids who have never seen war have different values! Those who stand at the top determine what's wrong and what's right! This very place is neutral ground! Justice will prevail, you say? But of course it will! Whoever wins this war becomes justice!"

"Compared to the "righteous" greed of the rulers, the criminals of the world seem much more honorable. When scum rules the world, only more scum is born. At least we're honest about being bad people."

🙌 - Are you up to date?

Yess! Well kinda lol I don't check spoilers and I don't read the leaks, so I'm "behind" on new chapters until they come out on Sundays lol

❓ - What unanswered questions do you have related to One Piece?

So many XD

- who is Shanks?

- What happened to Sabo and Vivi?

- What's with the hat (both Luffy's and the giant one)

- Who's that ominous dude (forgot the name) sitting on the throne?

- What happened during the void century?

- What does the D stand for?

Just to name the ones at the top of my head

▶️ - Fave opening?

- kokoro no chizu

- Over the top

- Hard knock days

- We are

- Share the world

- Hikari he

🔙 Least fave opening?

We Can or whatever it's called lol

👀 - Fave eyecatcher?

The old ones, especially Robin's with that alluring melody

🏝 - Fave country/island visited?

Skypiea, Water 7, Fishman Island

🎆 - Something you can’t wait for??!!

To get to know what's the deal with Shanks. Also to see the Straw Hats fulfill their dreams ofc... but first of all ofc the war in Wano *gets goosebumps*

🔝 - “One Piece is better than <insert something else you also like>”

I don't do these types of things bc I don't like the sentiment of statements like that. One should never try and lift one's fave /something/ up by tearing another thing down.

🔍 - What do you think the One Piece is?

The truth of the void century

🔪 - A character who fills you with frustration?

Usopp, especially during Water 7

💓 - Which character do you relate to the most?

Law and Robin probably lol Law for his level of annoyance and being done with everything and Robin for her dark humor, as well as her love for reading books~

™️ - How has One Piece changed you?

I'm not even sure how to put it into words. It's just always been there for me ever since I was little. It made me find so many friends and meet so many awesome people. It's my home, my safe haven, the place I can always return to. It got me out of one of my darkest places last year (when I finally found back to it after having strayed from it for a few years). It's my anchor, and a way to connect with other people. Most of all, it's the most amazing story I have ever experienced, and has given me so many role models and things & words to live by.

#asks #ask game #animanga: one piece #animanga #long post #like very long post #personal #this was so much fun omgg thank you again ♥️

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goodmorninghawkins · 6 years

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Steve somehow finds out that Billy doesn't have any friends and tries to get on his good side, only to realize they're falling for each other.

Oh my god, honestly–I do love this prompt! However, since it’d take a significant amount of words to properly develop this the way I’d want to, I’ve written a ~500 word condensation of what I imagine would happen at some point. Hope you like it :D

Billy doesn’t know why, of course.

He thinks it’s bullshit, first of all. Utterly ridiculous, after everything that happened. Harrington just coming up to him like Billy needs pity, not punishment.

Billy disagrees, of course. He doesn’t want Harrington to put on the soulful-eye-look that begs for mercy, he doesn’t want Harrington to do anything towards him except leave him the blissful fuck alone.

In all honesty–in all privacy–Billy knows there’s something about the attention that he likes. Steve asks him how he’s been. It’s mundane stuff, things he can answer, superficial but not exactly shallow. What he thought of English homework. If he likes the sunny weather here as much as California.

He bitches back initially. Says, “Fuck off, Harrington.” Says, “Oh, I don’t know pretty boy. Why don’t you tell me?” Says, says nothing because he doesn’t think there’s anything to say when a shrug, too, suffices.

Bit by bit, he feels himself slipping. Says, “I miss California but this is kinda nice.” Says, “I’m good, you?” Says, “Do you want help with that?”

And that’s how he ends up sitting by the Harrington pool on a sunny May afternoon. It’s not as big as he thought–in his head he overestermated it, he thinks, figured it would be a full 50 metre ready for Olympic games swimming pool. Figured there’d be a cascade of water falling from a not-really-natural rock formation, floating animals everywhere, maybe a floor made of gold. Maybe Billy doesn’t really know what rich people are like.

The house is nice, though, and so is the sunlight on his skin. Steve’s dad’s at work, apparently, his mom running errands. He’d thought they’d be away all the time, from all the stories about parties. Apparently Steve’s parties are more like what they’re doing now.

He drops his cigarette in his empty can of beer.

“So, what do you think about Hamlet’s motif?”

“Uh,” Steve shrugs, scratching his head. “I don’t know, I figured he kills Claudius cos his ghost dad said he killed him?”

Billy snorts, smiles, shakes his head. Finds, against all odds, that he’s not angry, only bemused. “That’d be his motive, dimwit. Motif, with ai-ef at the end.”

“If.” Steve nods, and then he’s taking a deep breath, looking out over the backyard. Billy can see him lose his train of thoughts, can see the way his shoulders relax and that frown on his brow relaxes, fades to nothing, his skin too young to show wrinkles.

He wants to smoothe his thumb across Steve’s forehead anyway, his thumb suddenly itching. Wants to drag a finger along his jaw, tip his head up.

Fuck, Billy thinks. That’s not what this was meant to be.

But Steve looks at him then and smiles, and looks open and welcoming and maybe it’s okay to be friends with a boy he likes, and maybe–if Steve wants–one day they’ll be more than this.

Steve shatters the moment, then. Asks Billy, “What would you do if you were crazy?”

I’d kiss you. If Billy were a braver man, he’d say that.

As it is, he shrugs and says, “I’m crazy already, aren’t I?” and winks at Steve.

Steve laughs and Billy falls just a little more in love.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #text #mine #prompt #fic #my fic #anonymous #ask #answered #Anonymous

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bevioletskies · 6 years

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Here's a Starmora prompt for you to consider. An AU where Peter and Gamora are private investigations based on Knowhere like Sherlock and Watson and cross paths with the crime lord Thanos.

(sorry for the delay, anon! i had way too much fun with this prompt)warning for canon-typical violence and non-graphic mentions of blood and injuries.word count: 7.9k | ao3

Peter leaned back with a thoughtful hum, the well-worn chair creaking precariously beneath him in warning. His eyes were fixated on the old-fashioned corkboard before him as they so often were, attempting to make sense of anything he was seeing.

“If you get any closer, all you’re going to get is cross-eyed.”

He startled out of his own thoughts, turning in his chair to watch as Gamora stepped into the room with two coffee cups and a sly grin, passing one cup to him. He smiled gratefully before downing half of it in one generous gulp. “We gotta be missin’ something. Thanos had three separate factions, right? One led by two brothers, one led by a married couple, and one led by two sisters. All dealin’ in drugs, weapons, and murder.”

“Yes,” Gamora said evenly. She leaned against the desk, taking a neat sip of her own drink.

“We saw the brothers - Cull and Ebony - shakin’ down that Kree warlord, Ronan, on Hala, for information on the Kasius family.” Peter stabbed a pushpin through the photo he’d taken of them arriving at an abandoned loading dock. “The married couple, Corvus and Proxima, makin’ a deal with the Astrans so they’ll vote Qovas into the Confederacy in exchange for the mines on Easik.” Another pushpin, this time into old mugshots from the time they’d been caught with Chitauri weapons while passing through Sakaar.

“Your point, Quill?” Gamora sighed.

“The sisters!” Peter exclaimed. “I know you’re still kinda green to the whole P.I. business, but they haven’t been seen in over a year. No one knows their names, or why they worked for Thanos, or where they went, but they were known for bein’ the deadliest women in the galaxy, and suddenly poof - gone.”

Gamora swallowed. “Isn’t it obvious?” Peter looked at her curiously. “They’re probably dead. That lead is going nowhere, Quill. Focus on the ones we know about. We’ll get Thanos someday, but focusing on two women who are either rotting in a jail cell or six feet deep in the ground won’t bring us any closer to finding him.”

“But doesn’t it bother you?”

More than you know, Gamora thought privately. “Don’t dwell on it, okay? The Corps are counting on you, of all people, and we’ve got better things to be doing than chasing shadows. Rumor has it that the Grandmaster is paying a visit to his brother at the casino tonight, and he’s bringing the weapons that were confiscated from Corvus and Proxima in exchange for one of Tivan’s toys. Chances are, they’re coming here to Knowhere to get them back. We gather the rest of our investigation team, go undercover, and see if we can parse some more information about Thanos’s whereabouts.”

“We’re not gonna arrest them?” Peter protested disbelievingly as Gamora moved to sit at her desk, opposite his.

She merely smiled. “Patience, Peter Quill, is a virtue.”______

Peter, Gamora, and the rest of their team arrived at the casino hours later, appropriately dressed and for the most part, secretly thrilled. Their dingy little investigation office, started by Peter and Drax, had really grown over the past couple years, but right from the beginning, it had always been about taking down the Mad Titan’s crime empire. Their smaller jobs were, of course, interesting enough, but it was the ones that took them one step closer to Thanos that really got their adrenaline going.

Gamora glanced around the rented car at her companions, feeling uneasy. After hearing about their successes and surprisingly decent reputation almost a year ago, she was quick to travel to Knowhere and offer herself as another partner, fudging her credentials and references so they would take her seriously. They had immediately accepted her into their little clan, almost as if she’d been there from the beginning, and she had become irreversibly fond of them, Peter in particular. It was hard to look at him sometimes, though, when he got uncomfortably close to the truth, and this was one of those times.

“You look real pretty. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress before,” Peter said teasingly as he helped her out of the car.

“Don’t get used to it,” she replied dryly, pushing her hair out of her face. “Remember, Tivan doesn’t usually show up until the end of these parties, but there’s a good chance Corvus and Proxima will arrive beforehand, or possibly send scouts to ensure the legitimacy of the deal. Any suspicious behavior, and - ”

“And we report it to you. We got it, Gam.” Rocket scoffed. “You’d think we haven’t done this a million times before.”

“We haven’t,” Drax interjected unhelpfully. “This is perhaps only our third time infiltrating the Collector’s place of business - ”

“I was just exaggeratin’, you big lug.” Rocket elbowed Drax before he could continue on. “Me n’ Groot are gonna be at the tables. You got a problem with that?”

The two of them walked inside before anyone could object, though Peter called after them in vain. “Don’t spend all our money like last time! I still can’t show my face in the bar on 12th, no thanks to you.”

“Drax and I will go talk to bar patrons,” Mantis offered with a sunny smile. “I promise not to let Drax get too drunk.”

“What are you implying?” Drax protested, though Mantis dragged him away before he could defend himself. Peter glanced over at Gamora, who seemed unusually fidgety.

“Guess it’s down to you and me to hang out up high,” Peter said, nodding towards the balcony that overlooked the casino’s enormous entryway, where the rich and shameless were currently tossing their spaceship keys to the valets like they were worth nothing at all. “Ready, partner?”

“I suppose,” Gamora said reluctantly, allowing him to lead the way. Once they were upstairs, she could almost see that telltale glint of mischief in his eyes, something that told her he was thinking about it again. “Stop.”

“I didn’t - what?” Peter looked bewildered.

“You’re thinking about the sisters again, aren’t you?” she said accusingly. “You have too many tells, Quill. I’m not sure how you made it as P.I. in the first place.”

“Hurtful.” Peter clutched at his chest in mock offense. “But nah, I wasn’t. I…uh, I was actually thinkin’ about you.”

Now it was Gamora’s turn to look confused. “Me?”

He smiled almost shyly this time, lacking the usual smug, upturned corners of his mouth. No, this was something softer, sweeter. “Well, we’re comin’ up on one year of you being with us, and um, it’s been pretty awesome, don’t you think?”

“It’s had its moments,” Gamora said diplomatically, though she couldn’t help but smile, too. She stepped closer to the edge of the balcony, resting her hands on the railing as she stared out at the night sky. “I’ve enjoyed myself. Really, I have. Not just the work, but…the people.”

“Yeah? You got a favorite?”

Gamora laughed. “Are you actually asking me to compliment you? How the arrogant have fallen.”

“Can’t hurt to try, right?” he chuckled, taking a step closer. His hand settled on the railing by hers, their fingertips barely brushing. “I’m kidding…mostly. I just…I wanted to say that I’m really glad you’re here. Y’know, it kinda felt like the team was - we were doing great, but we were missing something, and when you showed up at our door…it all made sense again. And you’re not just our co-worker, Gamora, you’re our friend. I hope you know that.”

A lump formed in her throat, her fingers tensing around the cool metal. “You trying to soften me up for something, Quill?” she said hoarsely. “Vacation time, maybe?”

“No.” Peter laughed again, but this time, he sounded far more nervous. “I wanted to ask, if maybe, you’d, uh…be interested in - ”

“Sister.”

Gamora’s blood ran cold as she slowly, but reluctantly turned on her heel; that voice was unmistakable. “What are you doing here?” she said in a horrified near-whisper.

“Saving you, if you can believe it,” the other woman said snidely, snatching up Gamora’s wrist and yanking, hard. “Come on.”

“Hey, hey, hands off!” Peter tried to pry her fingers from Gamora’s arm, only to get backhanded across the face for his efforts. “ Ow - hey, you can’t just do that - ”

“Nebula!” Gamora scolded, wrestling out of her grip. “Quill, it’s okay. She’s my sister. Saving me from what, Nebula?”

Nebula scowled at them both. “Corvus and Proxima are coming here tonight.”

“I’m aware. Why else would I be here, of all places?” Gamora snorted.

“No, I mean they’re here for you,” Nebula snapped. “You think they give a damn about Chitauri weapons? They’re a unit a dozen on Sanctuary. They were always going to find you eventually, since you’re so insistent on trotting around with the rest of your team, solving mysteries and stopping crime like a good little detective - ”

“And they intend to kill me?” Gamora drew to her full height. “I’d like to see them try.”

“Wait, why’re they after you specifically? It’s my agency,” Peter interrupted, but both sisters ignored him in favor of narrowing their eyes at each other.

“They intend to bring you to him.”

Gamora finally fell silent, her heart drumming painfully fast in her chest as she tore her gaze away from her sister. She leaned against the railing once more, only this time, she wanted to vomit. Of course it was always going to come to this; how could she have been so naive? It was only a matter of time before her past caught up to her, before he caught up to her. “Then we have to go into hiding. Tell me you have a ship.”

“Registered, but untagged,” Nebula nodded. “Come with me, we’ll have wheels up in two minutes flat.”

“Seriously, can you guys tell me what the hell is going on? I can help, okay, I still got some pull over at the Nova Corps. We can do this together!” Peter squeezed Gamora’s shoulder. “C’mon, Gamora. Let me help.”

Gamora turned back around to face him, her eyes now filled with unshed tears. “Not tonight, Quill. You’ll have to finish this job without me.”

Peter stared at her, alarmed. He’d never seen her so shaken before. “Who is ‘him’, Gamora?” he asked softly. She merely shook her head and stepped out of Peter’s grasp, moving to stand beside Nebula. Still, his eyes followed her. “Is he…is it Thanos?” His gaze flickered between her and Nebula and suddenly, everything fell into place for him - or more accurately, came crashing down. “You…” he breathed. “It’s you. You’re the…the sisters.”

“Quill - ”

“You showed up on Knowhere two months after they went missing,” Peter whispered. “After you went missing. Said you had no family, but you had experience, and you knew we were workin’ hard on bringing Thanos down.”

“Please, Quill - ”

“Did you come here just to take us down? Dismantle our agency or, or…or kill us?”

Gamora bit her lip so hard she drew blood, hot tears spilling down her cheeks before she could stop herself. “I have to go,” she murmured shakily. “Please, just let me go. Tell the others…tell them I had a family emergency.”

His eyes darkened. “Oh, I’ll tell ‘em a lot more than that.”

Nebula didn’t give Gamora a chance to reply, digging her nails into Gamora’s arm and harshly pulling her away, knocking people over as they disappeared into the crowd. Peter was left staring at the spot Gamora once occupied, truly and utterly speechless.______

The rest of the night went by in a haze; Peter could barely concentrate on looking out for Corvus, Proxima, or any other suspicious behavior, only focusing on what seemed to be Gamora’s complete betrayal. He tried to give her the benefit of the doubt; from what he could tell, she was no longer on Thanos’s side, judging by her terrified reaction at the mere thought of him. Still, she had kept it hidden, played it off like it was nothing, stood by Peter’s side for almost a year and said nothing, did nothing. She probably had all the inside information he could ever want and more, and here he was, begging for scraps, desperate to catch a glimpse or a whisper of anything that would bring Thanos down, once and for all.

“Where is Gamora?” Drax asked when the team met up again at the end of the night.

“Left early. Family emergency,” Peter muttered, running his fingers through his hair.

Mantis frowned. “I thought she doesn’t have any family.”

“Then she lied, I guess,” Peter grumbled. Wouldn’t be the first time. “C’mon, let’s go home.”

He was silent the whole ride back, only perking up to absentmindedly say his goodbyes whenever someone exited the car. When it was down to just him and Mantis, who lived in the same building, she leaned in closer to look at him inquisitively. “It was not a family emergency, was it?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Peter said tersely, waving her off.

“I know you wanted to ask her out,” Mantis said sympathetically. “Oh, Peter, did she say no? Is that why she left?”

He scoffed. “I wish that was what happened. No, Mantis, just drop it, okay? I’ve got some stuff to figure out.”

Peter tossed and turned all night, at a loss for what to do. Objectively, he knew he couldn’t let his emotions dictate the rest of the case. He needed to report her to the Nova Corps; after all, they were the one who legitimized his operations in the first place. He had to tell them he’d found the two missing daughters of Thanos and that Gamora had been lying this whole time about her qualifications, her background, her everything.

However, he still couldn’t help but feel hurt, betrayed, and yet, still worried about her well-being. After all, Thanos was probably going to do unspeakable things to her and her sister if he ever found them - in the end, they would welcome death. Peter hesitated. Maybe it would be better for him to bring her in instead of call her out…only the Nova Corps would surely shut him down the second they found out he was protecting her, maybe throw them all in jail. Groaning, Peter face-planted into his pillow. He really needed to sleep.

Unsurprisingly, he woke earlier than usual, unable to get more than four hours of rest. He reluctantly pulled on his coat and dragged himself to the office, hoping Mantis couldn’t hear the squeak of his door hinges from her apartment across from his. He could barely keep his eyes open when he flipped the lights on, and it took him a second to even realize they were switched off immediately after. “What the hell…”

“Please. No one knows I’m here.” Gamora stepped out from behind him, holding her hands up in surrender. “Well, except for Nebula.”

“Gamora,” Peter breathed, almost dropping his bag in shock. “What - ”

“It didn’t feel right, not explaining myself. Besides, I figured you were either going to report me to the Nova Corps or hunt me down yourself.” She let out a dark laugh. “I wouldn’t blame you either way.”

“You said you needed to hide. I saw some of Thanos’s Outrider agents at the casino last night, probably lookin’ for you,” Peter said in disbelief. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“According to Nebula’s intel, the other Children of Thanos know about you, but not the others. I’ve been seen with you in public too many times.” Gamora sucked in a breath. “So…I need to protect you, too. You have to come with us, and I’m hoping you’ll come quietly. I can’t let you report me, and I definitely can’t let you kill me.”

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Peter groaned, rubbing his hands over his forehead.

“I know the last thing you want to do is trust me. But my only option, for both my protection and yours, is to take you with us. We don’t have time to argue, okay? I saw the Outrider agents, too. They were outside the safehouse that Nebula and I were staying at, ready to tear the place apart.” Gamora held out a trembling hand. “Please, Quill. Don’t make me ask again.”

His heart felt like it was racing in his throat, his head spinning, though that might have been from exhaustion. Sighing, Peter hefted his bag over his shoulder. “Fine. But don’t think I don’t got questions for you. A lot of questions.”

Once they boarded the ship parked out back and Nebula got them in the air, Peter was feeling more and more uneasy. What was he doing, uprooting his life and going against protocol to let Gamora, a supposed former lieutenant of Thanos, drag him along with her? He needed to call the Nova Corps, or Mantis, or Drax, or hell, Yondu was probably skulking around a few planets over, just something -

“Give me your communicator.”

Sighing in defeat, he pressed the device into Gamora’s palm. “You’re really not helpin’ your case here.”

“You don’t have the authority to arrest me, only the ability to call it in. Excuse me for being cautious,” Gamora retorted, tucking it neatly into her belt. “We’re on the same side, Quill, I promise. I just…I needed a way into Thanos’s head that wasn’t my own. And legitimacy.”

“And yet you came to me and Drax, of all people. Why? Why didn’t you just go to the Nova Corps directly?” Peter shot back.

“Because the Nova Corps would either imprison me or kill me on the spot. Believe me, they won’t give me or Nebula the time of day. They’ve seen our faces before. You hadn’t.” Gamora sat on the bench opposite him, her shoulders slumping a little. She looked absolutely exhausted. “When I heard there was an investigation office working to take our father down…I had hope. I still do. But now, you know too much, and they know who you are, and…I just want to keep you safe, okay?”

Peter leaned closer, eyes narrowing. “No, you want to keep me quiet. That’s why I’m here. You spent years doing Thanos’s dirty work, why stop now?”

“Guilt, pain…though really, that’s an understatement.” Gamora shrugged sadly. “Nebula and I were tortured for years. Physically, mentally. Every morning, I woke up wishing that Thanos had just killed me alongside my family instead of taking me to be a part of his. Usually, we had to travel in groups, but this time, it was just us. He wanted us to retrieve an Infinity Stone from Morag. We fled to Knowhere instead. We already knew Tivan from a previous job, so we called him and he set us up in a safehouse, no questions asked. Told us where we could find you. The rest, you already know.”

“And why all the secrecy? A whole year, and you never once spoke up! All those times that I speculated about who the sisters were, where they went. I was practically begging for just a hint of information about Thanos’s whereabouts and his deals, and you just sat there and pretended.” Peter scoffed. “You’re damn right, I don’t trust you.”

“That’s fair.” Gamora smiled remorsefully. “I was going to tell you someday, but honestly, I didn’t know much more than what you had already uncovered. You’re clever, Quill. Resourceful, too. Really, the only things that I knew about that you didn’t already figure out were mostly irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. Little illegal dealings here and there, a few trafficking operations that were already dismantled by the appropriate authorities. But we are after the same endgame here - taking him down for good. And he’s not an easy target to find.”

Finally, it seemed like Peter had nothing left to say to her, his eyes glazing over a little as he stared out the window to the stars. He got to his feet. “I need a nap,” he muttered. “And possibly some booze, once we get…wherever it is we’re goin’.”______

Peter woke a couple hours later to bright sunlight streaming in through the tiny bunk window and the sounds of two hushed, but urgent voices by the door. “We can just leave him to rot here forever, sister, I don’t see the problem.”

“He’s…he’s important, okay? We spent so long trying to track Thanos’s progress together, abandoning him would do more harm than good.”

“You just said he knows no more than we do.”

“Just…trust me, Nebula. We have to keep him with us. Think of the consequences if we let him go. Not just for us, but for him, too.”

When he finally had enough, Peter emerged from the cabin, catching them both off-guard. “Where are we?”

Gamora smiled tightly. “Sakaar.”

“Oh, you gotta be - ”

“It’s the last place he’d expect,” Gamora interjected. “If you’re done questioning everything I’ve said, there’s work to be done. Let’s go.”

They trekked through the literal garbage dump that Nebula had landed them on, Peter pinching his nose in mild disgust the whole way. “Where are we even goin’?”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Nebula groaned.

“Hey, it’s part of being a P.I.,” Peter said defensively. “Seriously, Gamora, what’s the plan here?”

“I have a contact. One of the lieutenants of the Grandmaster,” Gamora replied, taking long, steady strides. “They’ll make a deal with him so we can hide on Sakaar without intervention, and send forces out for Corvus and Proxima. We can’t let them get me, or else Thanos will gain more power than you can ever imagine.”

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” Peter frowned. He could practically hear Nebula rolling her eyes in response.

Gamora paused. “I know the location of something precious to him. No one, absolutely no one, knows. We need as much distance between him and me as possible. Follow me, the back entrance is over here.”

They slipped in through the ‘back entrance’ - which was really the end of a garbage chute, much to Peter’s chagrin - before emerging in a boiler room. The three of them barely had time to wash up in a nearby supply closet and remove all the grime when the door slammed open and a figure strolled in. Peter let out a startled yelp, while Gamora and Nebula drew their weapons, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Relax, G, it’s me.” A woman stepped into the light with a sort of casual (or perhaps somewhat drunken) swagger. She wore dark armor, white facepaint, and a relaxed smirk. “Who’s this?”

“Quill runs the investigation office on Knowhere. I need him to be part of the deal, too. The Black Order know about him.” Despite herself, Gamora let out a sigh of relief, lowering her sword. “It’s good to see you, Valkyrie. It’s been too long since I last visited.”

“Yes, well, Sakaar isn’t exactly an ideal vacation spot.” Valkyrie dragged her finger through some of the mold accumulating on one of the boilers, wincing slightly as it crumbled to pieces. “The Grandmaster already approved my request for the empty apartment beside mine. It’s not much, but it should serve well as your - temporary - home. There are guards patrolling the halls at all times, not that it’ll do much if your siblings come knocking, but it’s better than nothing.” She gestured for them to follow her, and they began making their way through the maze of hallways in the Grandmaster’s Palace.

“Were you here when Corvus and Proxima tried to smuggle Chitauri weapons by the Sakaaran soldiers a few months ago? I know Thanos also had his eye on the Grandmaster’s champion, whoever it is,” Gamora added.

“The champion doesn’t need weapons, he is the weapon,” Valkyrie replied. “And yeah, I saw those smug bastards hanging around. The good thing is, the Grandmaster does talk to his brother, so he didn’t give up your whereabouts when they asked. But you know, for a P.I., you’re terrible at the ‘private’ end of the deal.”

“Private doesn’t mean anonymous,” Peter interrupted. “And those news articles were - ”

“Whatever,” Valkyrie sighed, waving him off. “There’s a Contest of Champions happening tonight, if you’re interested in chasing down any other leads. They’re a hotbed for illegal activity and just about the only time you’ll see some of the most influential - and immoral - people in the galaxy come out to play. Besides, I know you like a good fight, Gamora.”

“We need a low profile,” Gamora said apologetically. “And an army.”

“You don’t have an arrest warrant?” Valkyrie teased, finally bringing them to a stop in front of their door. “I can make some calls. But I’ll be at the Contest tonight, seeing how my champion is doing. Drop by if you want the information early. Otherwise, I can come by in the morning, provided I even have something.”

“Thank you, Valkyrie.” Gamora’s shoulders finally relaxed for the first time in hours. “If you ever need a favor - ”

“How about a drink?” Valkyrie smirked, yanking the door open. She cocked her chin. “Go on, get inside.”______

Peter, much to his dismay, spent the next few hours sitting on the couch and twiddling his thumbs impatiently, watching as Gamora and Nebula pored over the documents that he hadn’t even realized Gamora had taken - or more accurately, stolen - from his office. They were knelt at the coffee table opposite him, photos and articles spread out all over its surface, muttering to each other under their breaths like they didn’t want him to hear. “What was it like?”

Gamora looked up at him. “What?”

“Your life with Thanos. I guess I still don’t really know the whole story,” Peter shrugged.

Nebula shot Gamora a disbelieving look, but Gamora shook her head in return, moving to sit beside Peter instead. She twisted her hands in her lap, contemplating what she wanted to tell him. It alarmed her to think that she was just about ready to tell him everything. “Thanos started off as an influential member of Titan’s social circles, making his way up the ranks. He became more and more corrupt as time went on, as he began believing in things that no one should ever believe, fighting for causes that were misguided and harmful. He truly thought he knew what was best for the planet, and eventually, for the rest of the universe. He was frustrated by the lack of movement by the Titan government, and believed it simply came down to money.”

“So he started dealing in illegal trade; nothing too harmful, just goods that were banned for one reason or another. Then it became drugs. Then weapons. Then…people.” Gamora swallowed. “Both Nebula and I were taken from our parents as children, and intended to be sold for…other purposes. But for whatever reason, he decided to keep us instead. He raised us to be his protectors, and then his lieutenants. We were never left alone until a year ago, when he became too greedy, and sent out every last one of his Children to carry out jobs for him at the same time. That’s how we ended up being sent to Morag by ourselves.”

Peter nodded thoughtfully. “And he’s making a play on…what was it you said? The Infinity Stones?”

“Tivan is in possession of one. It’s why he helped Nebula and I find a place to stay, free of charge. In exchange, we protect his business and his life from our father, as shady as he may be,” Gamora replied. “And you? How did you come by Knowhere?”

“Finishing one last job.” At her confused expression, he patted the empty spot on the breast of his jacket, where the ghost of a cloth patch remained. “Ex-Ravager. But I wanted to get out of that life, do somethin’ honest. Cleaning up the streets of Knowhere seemed like a good start. Then I met Drax, and he told me all about what happened to his family and countless others…it just made sense.” He smiled apologetically. “I guess I’ve been keeping things from you, too.”

“That’s why the Nova Corps know you so well!” Gamora exclaimed. “You’ve done prison time.”

“More than I wanna think about,” Peter chuckled sheepishly. “Okay, so I was hard on you earlier. We both got pasts that we kept from each other ‘cos it was convenient, and I decided to be a hypocritical a-hole about it. I just…I thought I’d grown to trust and care about someone who wasn’t who I thought she was, at all.”

Gamora smiled gently, nudging his knee with hers. “I wasn’t pretending to be someone else. I promise, all I did was conceal my former affiliation with Thanos. Everything else is true. In fact, I’ve never felt more myself when I was with you and the others. I meant it when I said I was enjoying my time with the team. I never had any intention of harming you, ever. All I wanted was a legal way to take Thanos down, see if I could follow the law and stop him, instead of just killing him outright. When your agency’s name popped up, it just…it felt right.”

Before Peter could respond, Nebula let out a sudden snarl of distaste. They both looked up, only just realizing that she had crossed the room to stand guard by the window. “Chitauri,” she hissed.

“You see the weapons?” Gamora jogged over to join her, Peter following closely behind.

“No…Chitauri.” They both followed Nebula’s pointed finger, eyes widening in horror as at least thirty Chitauri soldiers marched their way through the startled Sakaaran crowd, knocking over every last passerby without so much a glance. They didn’t appear to have a commander with them, or a particular target, but their presence could only mean one thing.

“Thanos is here,” Gamora said in a near-whisper, stepping back from the window. “He might not know that we’re here, but he’s already come for the Grandmaster’s champion.”

Peter blinked. “So, uh, something tells me we should rethink skippin’ out on the Contest of Champions, after all.”______

Valkyrie, unsurprisingly, was delighted to hear they had changed their minds. She sent some clothes ahead for them in preparation, and invited them to sit with her in the Grandmaster’s private box (“I usually decline since some of his other favorites are creepy, but if you’re taking on the Mad Titan himself, you at least deserve a good view,” she had grinned salaciously). Peter, meanwhile, felt like he was experiencing deja vu from the previous night (had that really only been just yesterday?) with Gamora on his arm, only this time she was wearing ceremonial Sakaaran armor instead of an evening dress.

“Scrapper 142, how about that! You finally decided to join me, after all these years,” the Grandmaster beamed, squeezing Valkyrie’s hand with a vigorous shake. “You’re always hidin’ up in the nosebleed section on that rustbucket of yours, I was almost about to give up asking. But I’m sure glad I didn’t, hey?”

“I brought my guests with me. I thought they’d appreciate the view,” Valkyrie replied, gesturing behind her.

“Why, hello there. Aren’t you all somethin’ to look at?” The Grandmaster’s scrutinous gaze was intense enough, but the twitchy eyelash fluttering soon became too much for anyone’s comfort, and the three of them quickly settled into their seats on Valkyrie’s other side.

“You must have seen the Chitauri soldiers arriving earlier,” Gamora murmured to Valkyrie, who hummed in confirmation. “Any progress on finding combatants?”

“Let’s just say that you really owe me that drink,” Valkyrie said, grinning. “How does the full force of the Asgardian army sound?”

Peter leaned around Gamora. “How’d you pull that off?”

“It’s…a long story.” Valkyrie’s face fell a little, her mouth twisting unpleasantly. “Now hush, it’s starting.”

The next hour went by in a blur, starting with a couple warm-up fights that were only mildly interesting. They were far more invested in scanning the crowd for any signs of the Chitauri or worse, the Children, than to pay much attention to some lackluster combat. Gamora was steadily becoming more anxious as time went on, half-expecting Thanos to burst through the fighter’s gates at any moment and tear her apart. Then:

“Is that him?”

Gamora and Nebula went numb, cold sweat breaking out across their foreheads at the familiar baritone that rumbled not too far behind them. Oblivious to their predicament, the Grandmaster go to his feet, cheerful as ever as he greeted the newcomer. “No, no, not yet, much too soon. Trust me, you’ll know my beloved champion when you see him. Sit, sit. I’ll give you the rundown on what you’ve missed, huh?”

“Aw, crap,” Peter muttered under his breath. Through his peripheral vision, he watched as the Mad Titan himself settled into the chair on the Grandmaster’s opposite side, resting his elbow on his knee as he leaned forward, furrowing his brow, squinting intently into the stadium. He didn’t need to look behind him to know Gamora and Nebula were absolutely petrified. “Hey, uh, Valkyrie, can you do something?”

Valkyrie stood abruptly. “I’m taking my guests to the bar,” she announced loudly, quickly yanking Gamora and Nebula up by the wrists and practically shoving them out the door. Peter sprinted after them as they exited the Grandmaster’s private box, ducking into a side stairwell, away from the watchful eye of the Chitauri soldiers stationed at the doors.

“I wasn’t expecting him to be that close,” Gamora said breathlessly. She seemed seconds away from vomiting profusely. “We didn’t plan for this. We can’t take him on, not now, not without the full force of an army behind us.”

“So what, we run? He’s right there!” Peter exclaimed. “Let’s get the frickin’ guy and get this done.”

“You don’t know him like we do, Quill. He may look like nothing more than a brute, but he’s far too clever. He would have to be to get this far.” Gamora raked her fingers through her hair, pacing back and forth, her heels clattering against the metal grates below. “Our only option is if we can catch him by surprise. I might have an idea, but it means we have to go find his transport pod and wait for his return.”

“This better be a damn good idea, because I didn’t come here to die,” Nebula grumbled.

“It’s the best I’ve got,” Gamora shrugged with a wistful smile.

“I’ll go back to the box and keep an eye on him,” Valkyrie offered. “Besides, the Grandmaster’s champion is my friend. I need to make sure he doesn’t get traded off Sakaar, not before his other friends come to take him home.”

Peter looked puzzled. “Friends?”

“Another long story. Now go before the Grandmaster gets suspicious. It doesn’t usually take me this long to order drinks,” Valkyrie chuckled wryly.

The three of them moved to leave, keeping their eyes and ears open for Chitauri soldiers, though Gamora couldn’t help but call over her shoulder, “At this rate, I owe you the entire top shelf!” as she sprinted away.______

Thankfully, it wasn’t too difficult to find Thanos’s transport pod among the swarm of vehicles and spacecraft crowded in beneath the Grandmaster’s Palace, considering it was surrounded by Chitauri soldiers. They ducked behind a rundown M-ship, watching intently as the soldiers circled the pod in slow, menacing strides. “You’re lucky I remembered to take my blasters to the office,” Peter whispered, unearthing them from his bag. “And you guys got your - where the hell have you been keeping swords?” Nebula merely glared at him in lieu of a verbal response. “Alright, alright, sorry I asked.”

“Forget your guns, Quill,” Gamora murmured, gently pushing his hands down. “The Chitauri are tough; they require brutality, not bullets. Remember my instructions?”

“Get into the pod, send out a scrambled tracking signal. Once the pod docks with Sanctuary, we can track him wherever he goes,” Peter recited diligently. “I mean, not gonna lie, I’m kinda bummed out we’re not gonna take him down for good today.”

“It’ll be better in the long run,” Gamora smiled sadly. “Find the rest of his operations, all the little hiding spots that even we didn’t know about.”

“Yeah, makes sense,” Peter nodded. “We don’t exactly have the authority to kill or arrest him, either. Hell, he could probably kill me with a snap of his fingers.” The sisters both stared at him incredulously. “What?”

“Stay here and wait for our signal,” Gamora said firmly. “When you have a clear path, make it quick - get in, get it done, get out.”

“Yeah, I got it - oh.” Peter watched helplessly as Gamora and Nebula went barreling over the broken wing of the ship, charging into the crowd of Chitauri soldiers with a mighty cry. They barely had time to react before the sisters descended upon them, slashing their way through every single body like they were made of paper, the ground rumbling with the sheer weight of the army’s sudden collapse. “Okay, I’ll just be back here - ”

“Now, Peter!” Gamora hollered over the sounds of metal hitting flesh and the helpless screams of fallen soldiers, driving her sword straight through a Chitauri’s heart.

Peter nearly tripped over his own feet as he sprinted towards the pod, using his blaster to blow the door open - this was no time to hack the autolock. He collapsed into the pilot’s seat, and with trembling hands, yanked open one of the utility panels underneath the console and began digging around, holding a penlight between his teeth. “Focus, Peter,” he muttered to himself as his shaky fingers untangled the wires that connected the navigation system. The minutes felt like hours as he worked, sweat rolling down the back of his neck. He tried his best not to look out the window to keep an eye on the sisters as they fought a seemingly endless stream of Chitauri, though his heart beat painfully fast out of nervousness for both him and them.

Just as he was finishing up, an enormous thud erupted from somewhere above his head, almost like someone had jumped on top of the pod. Slowly, Peter peered out of the dashboard window, his blood running cold at the realization of who it was. He held his breath as he retreated into a shadowy corner of the already-miniscule pod, quietly closing the door behind him.

“Daughters.” His deep baritone rattled its way through everyone’s bones. “What a surprise.”

“Believe me, we aren’t excited to see you, either,” Nebula growled, brandishing her electrified blades.

“You’ve been doing this for too long, Father. All the pain you’ve caused people…the pain you made us complicit in…it needs to end.” Gamora drew her sword as well. “Either we take you in, or we take you out.”

“You think because you’ve chased a few leads, solved a couple crimes, called yourself a private investigator, you’ve absolved yourself.” Thanos let out an unsettlingly dark chuckle. “Oh, Gamora. Still unbearably naive, all these years later. Still believe that your purpose is to help others, when your purpose is to save them.”

“I will not help you find the Soul Stone. It will do you no good in your quest for ‘salvation’ or whatever it is you tell yourself to feel better about your irreversible sins,” Gamora snarled. “I want to wash my hands of your wretchedness and atone for my own. We can do this the easy way, Father. Let us take you to the Nova Corps. Confess to everything you’ve ever done - give them numbers, give them names. Live the rest of your days freed from your truths, or they will hunt you down for the rest of time.”

“And you think they’ll listen to me?” Thanos advanced, his strides long and thundering against the dense Sakaaran soil. “Or will they kill me where I stand? What do you know of freedom, Gamora? Or truth?” He leaned down, bringing himself eye-to-eye with his daughter. She held her breath for a moment, taunting him with her silence. Then he knocked her sword clean out of her hand and grabbed her by the wrist in one fell swoop, yanking her up into the air. Gamora shouted and spat in his face, struggling to free herself, but his strength far outmatched hers. Peter, still hidden in the pod, dug his fingernails into his palms in anger.

“You always told us we were terrible liars.” Nebula stood tall. “And our freedom began the day we left for Morag.”

With a roar that rivaled his, Nebula ran straight for him, propelling herself up and slashing across the tops of his shoulders with her blades. In his haste to retaliate, Thanos dropped Gamora, who snatched up her sword and went sprinting for the transport pod. Peter watched in confusion as she ducked out of his view, his heart speeding up even faster as Thanos and Nebula continued to spar. The sisters’ reputations, he found, were not for nothing - Nebula, despite her relative size to Thanos’s enormity, was doing her best to keep up, though she seemed to be directing him closer and closer to the pod, the expanse of Thanos’s back grazing the glass every few seconds as she pushed him back.

Finally, there was a pause, though if either of them were out of breath, they didn’t show it. “What do you really think you can accomplish here, Nebula?” Thanos sneered. “Your life was best lived under my guidance, and even then, you had half the strength of your brothers and sisters.”

“And you think you can rattle me, spit venom in my face and pour salt in my wounds. But your words do nothing but fuel my desire to kill you where you stand,” Nebula hissed, narrowing her eyes. “But today…and just today…we have something else in mind.”

Thanos barely had time to blink before Gamora leaped from the top of the transport pod, slicing her sword clean through the shoulder wound on his left, severing his arm completely from his body. He let out a bloodcurdling scream of anguish, collapsing to his knees with a dizzying thud, trying and failing to brace himself on his right hand as his nose hit the dirt.

Gamora landed neatly on her feet, pacing around to his front in a deliberate manner. She pressed the tip of her bloodied sword into the back of his neck, leaving the slightest, almost surgical incision at the top of his spine. “Consider that a warning, Father. You taunt us and doubt us like you weren’t the one who instilled our thirsts for violence and fear.” She glanced briefly at Nebula. “We’ll let you go. But only because you’re currently more useful alive than dead.” Gamora smirked. “Besides…I don’t have the authority to arrest you.” She tilted her chin in the direction of the transport pod. “Leave us. Now.”

Thanos only just managed to struggle to his feet when Peter came crashing through the door of the transport pod, donning a mask and additional gear that Gamora had never seen before. He somersaulted through the air, slapping a small device onto Thanos’s back before flipping right over his head, coming to a stop by Gamora’s side, hovering a few feet above the ground in his jet boots. “Catch you later!” Peter said cheerfully, pressing a button on a remote that also seemed to have come out of nowhere.

Gamora and Nebula watched incredulously as Thanos was suddenly yanked back into the pod with a mighty clang, the door slamming shut after him. Peter unearthed a tablet from his bag, and with a couple quick commands, the pod activated, its engine and systems humming for a brief moment before it shot straight up into space at an immeasurable speed. The three of them stared up at the night sky in dumbfounded awe, Thanos’s helpless thundering shouts fading into the distance.

“Peter…what the…” Gamora breathed, turning to look at him in half-pride, half-disbelief.

Peter merely shrugged. “What? I was in there for a long time. Figured I could put some of my other skills - and old Ravager tech - to good use.”

“Looks like my sister’s faith in you wasn’t as misguided as I thought.” Nebula patted Peter almost condescendingly on the shoulder before turning and walking back toward the Grandmaster’s Palace, stashing her blades back into her boots. “Well? Are we leaving this literal trash planet or not?”

Peter and Gamora looked at each other. “Don’t have to ask me twice,” Gamora remarked with a relieved smile.______

“Still doesn’t feel real.” The three of them had returned to Nebula’s stolen ship after saying brief goodbyes to Valkyrie (and, to their chagrin, the Grandmaster as well). Peter and Gamora were once again sat on the bench, though side by side this time. “I’ve been chasin’ that bastard for ages, and to be that close…to almost beat him…I know I should be more pissed about letting him go, but you made the right call. And the fact we survived at all is a major win.”

Gamora nodded in agreeance. “You know what? I feel the same way. I’ve spent so long running from him and chasing after him at the same time, and to get all the way here…looks like joining your office wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”

Peter grinned triumphantly. “So…what’re your plans now?”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m heading back to Knowhere so I can return to my life, the team. I bet Mantis freaked out the second she realized I was gone. Plus, you kinda took all of our stuff.” He gestured towards the stack of documents currently stashed in her bag. “Anyways, you and Nebula don’t have a place to stay anymore, and there’s no way the Black Order aren’t gonna come back. So where are you gonna go?”

“I…was thinking we would go to Knowhere with you.” Gamora chewed her lip. “After all, we managed to make it this far. Who says we can’t do it again? Actually take Thanos down for good?”

Peter smiled, something soft and sweet and a little mischievous, just like two nights ago on the casino balcony. “Sounds like a plan.”

She broke her gaze, the intensity of his eyes becoming far too overwhelming for her senses, opting to look out at the stars instead. “You had something you wanted to say to me, back at the casino. Something you wanted to ask.”

“Oh,” Peter chuckled awkwardly. “I, uh, don’t worry about it, really.”

“Try me,” Gamora said simply, glancing back at him.

“I was gonna…well, I was gonna ask if maybe, you’d be interested in going to dinner sometime. Just you and me. O - or, it doesn’t have to be dinner, we could go to - I mean, there’s nothing really to do on Knowhere that’s legal, exactly, but - ”

“Elsewhere, then,” she suggested, her smile growing. “We’re both seasoned travelers, after all.”

“Yeah?” The crease between Peter’s brow slowly relaxed, his smile widening in anticipation. “You want to?”

“Oh, why not? I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to ask, or if I should just do it instead.” Gamora reached over to squeeze his hand between both of hers. “So it’s a date…partner.”

#ask #Anonymous #starmora #starmora fic #myfic #marvel #ok so this isn't 100% true to prompt and is more my interpretation of it #but i hope you enjoy regardless!!

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evellyynn7 · 6 years

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All Eyes On Me

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* I woke up to my annoying alarm clock and started getting out of bed. I was sooo tired from last night since Monty had a little surprise for me and left me sore all over but I had to push through it and get ready for the day so I go and do my daily routine but then see that there were 10 messages from Monty and 3 missed calls! I quickly picked up my phone and gave him a call

"Hey babe what happened??" "Why didn't you answer? I called like 50 times!" "Ya ik I'm sorry I was getting ready but I'm here now so talk to me!" "Well I have some bad news that idk how to tell you exactly... I just need your help with something, meet me outside in 10" "Yeah okay babe " "I love you" "I love you too" I hung up and went downstairs to check on my family "Hey, Mom made pancakes and fruit so you have to eat with us before going to school" my 14 year old brother Liam said and walked away with his friend that he invited for breakfast. I ate quickly and headed out the door to find Monty waiting outside for me in his black Jeep, I hopped in and he looked so nervous "Hey what's wrong?" "I did something bad but I can't tell you, I just need your help to hide it and if anyone asks you anything just say you were with me last night" "But I was with you, what happened Monty!!" "Babe I can't tell you right now just trust me... please" "What do want me to do" "Just follow me once we get to school"

I sat quiet in the passenger seat of his car obviously very nervous but I didn't realize how nervous I was till Monty put his hand on my thigh, apparently my thigh was shaking a bit. His strong hands felt good on my weak spot so I let out a small gasp which he smirked at. Maybe it was the thrill that made him feel good when he surprised me or made me feel some type of way, I don't mind though cause everything about him made me weak. The whole car ride to school was a short but sweet kinda ride, it was cloudy and a little cold and the windows were down with chill music playing and his scent was wispy and masculine. I soon forgot about everything that worried me and enjoyed him being with me but that was soon gone when a group of his friends came whistling and hollering at our direction and with that, I felt the anxiety again especially since they were banging on the car and making inappropriate gestures

"De la Cruz! Are you going for round 2??" Bryce said "Aye I mean you can check doing it at school off the list" Zach said laughing "Hey come on guys stop and just leave us alone okay?" "Damn okay bro but don't act like you don't like it" Justin winked at us and the rest of the guys left We got off the car and walked the halls of liberty high, you felt his hand on your waist and his fingers lowering to you ass

He grabbed my ass hard and whispered in my ear of how hot I looked today and to meet him in his car for lunch "Babe i don't know if we should do this here" I said giggling "Baby don't worry I will make it lowkey and you will feel amazing, the boys just got me thinking and I want to mark doing it at school off our list" Just then I saw Mr. Winchester walk beside us and gave me a questionable look "What are you guys talking about so secretively? If it's not appropriate then save it for another time but school isn't the time to be doing that, your here to learn not fulfill 'needs'" my 4th period teacher said almost like he was mad but for the wrong reason or like he was jealous. Monty caught that and wanted Mr Winchester to feel even more uncomfortable and jealous so he said "sure thing sir" then winked and pulled me in for a hot makeout session while grabbing my ass even harder and pulling me close then he started lowering to my neck and I saw him wink at my teacher as he did that and continued back to my neck. I was so shook but just went with it cause the sensation was amazing and left me with a little mark (hickey).

Mr Winchester was beyond pissed and grunted but then caught himself and fixed himself with little coughs or clearing of the throats and walked away angry. "What was that about?" I said pushing Monty off of me. "I don't know what's up with him but don't worry your pretty little head about it, cmon let's go and I'll explain everything that happened last night at lunch okay?" He kissed my forehead and was about to leave but i pulled him back in for a long kiss while tugging on his shirt. He smirked during the kiss but left to class after we broke the kiss. I rushed to open my locker but as I opened it I saw a really handsome police officer walk the halls with his co workers and they were looking around for something in particular but i wasn't sure what and that's when we made eye contact and I could feel that we both new something felt strange but in a good way, it seemed like we were staring at each other for hours but then his co worker so he was staring at me and he gave him a little shake to wake him up and focus but that startled him and made him jump a bit so that made me laugh quietly.

I carried on and got my stuff and headed to my boring math class.When I walked in the room I could feel the vibe was dead so I prepared myself for the first boring class of the day. Classes were like that until 4th period. I went to my history class with Mr. Winchester and took my front row seat where he assigned me and some other people. "I'm glad you all came today cause i have a very special project I'd like you guys to pair up for!" "Please find one partner and meet me up here and pick up an outline then I'll tell everyone what we're doing" "Great I know nobody in this class" I mumbled and rolled my eyes Everyone quickly found partners and some kids asked me to be in their group but they were the weird kids so since I didn't know what the project was about, I didn't trust what I had to do with them. I was soon the only person without a partner so my teacher saw and approached me. "Where's your partner?" "I didn't get one, the class isn't even" "Oh dang I didn't notice... well I guess I can help with that if your okay with getting an A" he said in a witty manner and chuckled a bit. "I'm definitely okay with that, what's the assignment?" "I'll explain right now" he gave me a quick wink and headed to the podium to explain. "Alright everyone, so we will be doing a trust exercise with a twist and an educational purpose!" He said and continued explaining "So with your partners we will be doing a few exercises that resent the Cold War and how the troops had to trust each other in order to win, so your exercises will help you achieve daily tasks learning more about one another yet trusting their decisions, refer to the exercises on your rubric and afterwards write a compare and contrast essay and what you learned and how that relates to events in the Cold War"

The bell rang and everyone left quickly in a buzz about how excited they were, I was still packing up and remembered I had to meet Monty at his car right now but was suddenly stopped. "Hey.. I was wondering if you would wanna get a heads start on the assignment right now?" "Oh sorry I can't right now Mr Winchester, I have to meet my boyfriend" And with that very word he seemed ticked and his body language became harder to read as he sat back down on his chair, he looked tired from the day but damn, it looked like hotttt mess on him! "How about tomorrow at lunch?" I suggested so he would feel better "That's perfectly fine, see you then" he shook my hand as I left but he was holding it for a while and watched as I left.

When I opened the door I noticed a familiar face... it was the police officer I saw earlier! I could tell he was on his break talking with his coworkers and his eyes stuck on me the whole time until I left the building. I saw Monty in his car waiting for me (GIF) he seemed anxious and I already knew what he was gonna talk to me about.. "Hey babe!" I said happily as I kissed him and got into the car. "Hi my love" he said after we broke our kiss and he automatically put his hand on my thigh as he drove out of the school lot "So where are we going?" He looked at me through his sunglasses and gave a small smile "you'll find out babe" We drove in silence for what felt like forever but then suddenly came to a road ledge (clif) and he parked on the grass area it was sunny but the bunches of trees gave us so much shade. He parked the car and got off to sit/lean on the hood of his car, I then followed him and he placed his hand on my hip so I could face him. "So this isn't easy to talk about babe but I'm just stressing about last night and I need you to help me with the stress after we talk about it... is that ok with you?" He said nervously but anxious to kiss me or have me cause his eyes were filled with lust and he seemed eager. "Yes of course babe" I kissed him passionately so he knew I'd do what he wanted after we talked. "Ok so please don't be upset but... after we did it I went to go home - my dad was drunk and angry at my mom so I saw him beat the shit out of her and I couldn't just watch and let him hurt her so I ran to them and knocked my dad out but afterwards he got pissed and told me to pack up my stuff and get out so I did and I'm staying with Bryce right now... I tried to call you but you wouldn't answer so I thought of the second best option" he said this with so much emotion that I could tell he was about to cry. I went in to hug him and he started crying so I lifted his face in my hands and started to kiss him passionately and that led to a hot make out session on the hood of his car.

He grabbed my waist and slid his hand up my shirt to un clip my bra but he was doing it under my shirt, he then got it off with one hand and he started rubbing my boobs softly and he started to give me a hickey on my neck which led me to moan a little in his ear which I could tell turned him on cause he started to grow really hard down there so I decided to take him into the car without breaking the kiss or ruining the mood. We got in and I straddled him on the front seat "Mmm babe I wanna be in you right now" he said panting and antsy. "Be patient love let me make you a little more happy" I said winking at him I grinding myself on his hardness and that made him moan and he grabbed my ass hard and bit my lip slightly, he could feel the heat beneath me and he started moving in his seat ready to tear off my clothes and slide himself in me but he didn't, I took off my shirt to reveal my breast and he immediately started licking and sucking them which made me moan. I took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants revealing his harness thru his boxers, I slid them down and started licking him down and sucked and he ran his hand thru my hair helping me go faster then he finished so he pulled down my underwear and he slowly slid himself in me since I'm wearing a skirt, it's easy access but then he went harder and thrusted with more frustration then the last thrust. Soon after we were out of breath and he thanked me and complimented me on how good I was then we drove back to school since lunch was about to end. Once we got into school I saw the police officer from before and he watched me and Monty get out of the car and he seemed suspicious of us but we shrugged it off and went inside to finish off the day

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consejojuventuddelarioja-blog · 7 years

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Winter is co…*here and the evs sickness

Last time we spoke here it was summer… Ooo I miss the summer even the weak one here in the north, but since we are in the north winter is already here and the House CJR is cold. The winter is not my friend, I figure that out on the last few years when I experienced what true winter is, trough my travels around Europe. In Cyprus winter is just a cooler summer and you never get to miss the sun and his mood benefits. Unfortunately or fortunately, depends on your point of view, here in Logroño the case is totally different; grey weather and cold morning that bring my mood down and make my case worst.

Case? What case? What are you talking about Mr Big?

Well the case is kinda complicated but the easy way to explain it is by going with its unofficial term. “Mid EVS homesickness”. Not my term but I summarize it since it makes total sense. During my Erasmus experiences in recent years I met lots of EVS volunteers and I read lots of stuff about EVS and lots of people had told me about that “sickness”. Basically what it is, it is a normal reaction of a person actually, you just miss your home, your normal life, your friends and family in such a level that you feel some sort depressed.

Well in my case it’s exactly that, also what makes it harder is that I am in an environment that I cannot fully be myself since I cannot fully communicate with everybody (language barrier) and it is also my first time away from my base for so long. Of course I was expecting all of that so I prepared myself somehow and I took mood counter measurements that help me boost myself back up .

One of that counter measurements is my favorite thing, which is TRAVELING. Traveling and Mr. Big go together like pizza and cheese. So winter was upon as at the end of September and in my efforts to chase some last summer vibes I took the opportunity to travel since we had free week here during the San Mateo festival (I will come to that later).

Hola Valencia then.

The great benefits of EVS people is that you get to meet lots of volunteers on your arrival training from all around the country and that translates to EVS couchsurfing. I know right? It is perfect!! And so I travel to Valencia to see my friends, Mohhamed and Nour, 2 sweethearts from Egypt, Agnese, a cool girl from Italy and Mariana from Poland. I had the pleasure to be hosted by this band and I had a great time in Valencia. I spent my days walking around and discovering the city, that old center is amazing and so diverse. I went to my favorite thing on earth, the sea, and I had amazing time relaxing and chilling with the sound of waves. I tried great food, including the world famous paella valenciana, mmmm and I saw an amazing futuristic place designed by a great architect of the 20th century Santiago Calatrava, the ciudad de la arts y sciencias; oo what an amazing place! I spent a lot of time there. But the highlight for me was fulfilling a bucket list item. Bucket list item in Valencia? What are you talking about, man? Well I am a big motorhead so anything related to cars is part of my motorhead bucket list. And Valencia had a fantastic steer F1 circuit part of their port, so on my way to Playa Maravillosa (one of the best beaches in Valencia) I walked on the streets that my F1 hero and icon drive Michael Schumacher, and many more other of course, drove at. Trust me, I had goosebumps at that moment. So as you can tell, Valencia was the highlight of my September and a great mood boost to keep me going. But also a part of September was San Mateo festival, a weeklong festival that takes place only in Logroñο to celebrate the wine grapes harvest and wine making season. With lots of daily parties and concerts and of course, lots of wine. I went to a great metal concert during that festival and I had blast and also participate on the crazy begging of the festival. Great times.

Back to reality, in October though with typical work and more winter pfff. The blessing on this month was that we had our midterm evaluation training in Molina. Mollina woohooo south place warm weather sunny amazing, right ? It couldn’t be more wrong though, we took the shit north weather with us in the south, bringing rain and greyness to Mollina. But who cares, it was a week training with 60 different volunteers from all over Spain; lots of cool characters and lots of fun during the week. I meet many new nice people and had the chance to meet again other volunteers I met before and catch up great week, I could say. And the training was very helpful and useful for the continuation and dissemination of our EVS. I am really greatful for that.

And now the continuation………..

I will probably talk to you one more time or maybe two times, my friend, before the end of my EVS journey, but until then I salute you all. Have a great time all the time.

And remember, smile and be positive every day.

By Antreas Mr Big Antreou

#evs #volunteer #travel #spain #andalucía #larioja #journey #sve

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nyhne · 7 years

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Stuffs about the Rosh

Tagged by @lithugraph Thanks! I was just thinking about how I was itching to do one of these recently haha

Tagging @erengelion @ebooleant and @lordsardine if ya want c:

01: do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yes which I’m very grateful and lucky for- in my own theory it’s due to the fact that they “had” me when they were older than most parents, and I’m an only child. I think it is in their nature that there’s a lot of mutual respect between us, but I do think that having a kid when older can help with that.

02: who did you last say “i love you” to? Parents probably, or maybe my friend when we parted ways I can’t remember

03: do you regret anything? Kinda regretting not peeling the celery for this bolognese sauce. In my defense, this is literally my first time actually cooking with celery (don’t really like it on its own so didn’t grow up eating/cooking a lot of it)

04: are you insecure? *finger guns*

05: what is your relationship status? pretty dang single

07: what did you last eat? Just finished dinner- made some simplified bolognese sauce tonight which I thought came out pretty well c: It’s a sauce I’ve been wanting to try for a while and it wasn’t nearly as grueling as I thought it would be which was cool

08: played any sports? haha no I got into athletic activity a bit late in life and even now I’m not really athletic, I more just like to exercise

09: do you bite your nails? Just the skin around them. I recently learned that’s what they mean when they say “biting the cuticles”!

10: when was your last physical fight? oh boy I was raised in a pretty safe childhood

11: do you like someone? Do you mean like, like like someone?

12: have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Yeah lol college

13: do you hate anyone at the moment? nah not really a “hating” person

14: do you miss someone? Absolutely

15: have any pets? My cat Humanity who’s back home with my parents. My friend/near-future roommate and I very nearly adopted a cat on Saturday though lol

16: how exactly are you feeling at the moment? Actually really happy. It was a good day overall, and then my internship supervisor unexpectedly talked to me after everybody else had left in the office and somewhat officially offered me an extension on my internship (since I’ll of course still be in DC for school this year) which, ahhhhhh so this was something I had been a little bummed about, because I knew that they knew I was going to be in the area even after my internship technically ended, but nobody really brought up whether I could do another internship/continue it with them in the fall and I didn’t want to ask because a) I still have my other job so no internship would just mean that I’m working more and b) I have a pretty good relationship with my supervisors/coworkers and so I didn’t want to put them or me into a position of saying “Well we know you’re in DC still but uh we don’t have an internship for you” so I just left it at not asking, and I knew applications for the fall were already in and they had been talking about it so I figured that was that. So this honestly caught me off guard, and then it was extra sweet because apparently the reason they hadn’t said anything thus far was because my two supervisors were apparently trying to figure out if there was a way for me to work and get paid for it which is just ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh wow that was really just so sweet of them and meant so much to me especially that my supervisor kept stressing that she and her co-supervisor were really pleased and impressed with my work ;;o;; So that really REALLY made my day and I honestly went home smiling all the way on the bus C: And then I had a lot of fun preparing the bolognese sauce and I thought it turned out well which also felt good- especially because I’ve gotten a number of compliments on my food when I bring it in for lunch which really means a lot to me

Sorry lots of self-touting stuff there, been wanting to get that out all day haha

17: ever made out in the bathroom? gonna be frank and say I’m not sure

18: are you scared of spiders? More the “”jump scare”” when you seen one unexpectedly

19: would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Probably not

20: where was the last place you snogged someone? Oh boy that was probably back in Sophomore year :X

21: what are your plans for this weekend? I’ll be moving apartments! I’m really excited about it c:

22: do you want to have kids? how many? If by kids you mean cats then like ten idk

23: do you have piercings? how many? Just ears right now- three lobe in my right, and one lobe and two cartilage in my left. Honestly would kind of love to get an eyebrow piercing but I don’t think it’s gonna happen. Or the septum piercing I’m still kinda dreaming about :C

24: what is/are/were your best subject(s)? Uh I guess the subjects I put the most effort into are usually foreign languages, writing classes, and history depending on the class

25: do you miss anyone from your past? Of course

26: what are you craving right now? Nothing actually, I’m pretty content with everything for the first time in a while

27: have you ever broken someone’s heart? Idk probably not?

28: have you ever been cheated on? Lol nah

29: have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Never dated

30: what’s irritating you right now? Nothing actively- the background annoyances right now are still my (current) roommate, one of my internship coworkers, and my last paycheck from the restaurant- although that’s not really an annoyance, more just like wow I really have no idea how this payroll works

31: does somebody love you? My parents probably!

32: what is your favourite colour? You know I keep saying red but to be honest it’s probably blue or yellow/orange more at this point

33: do you have trust issues? To be honest I probably do lol

34: who/what was your last dream about? Honestly no idea- I don’t really dream much

35: who was the last person you cried in front of? Oh boy it uh would have been back when I was in Berlin...

36: do you give out second chances too easily? Yeah, but I’m not sure if I’d say “too easily.” Like I usually know what I’m getting myself into, but I’ll definitely give out second chances

37: is it easier to forgive or forget? Forgive, ultimately, I think

38: is this year the best year of your life? Probably not, but I value what I’ve learned this year and how much I think I’ve grown

39: how old were you when you had your first kiss? Uh probably like 18/19? Idk

40: have you ever walked outside completely naked? No I think

51: favourite food? Pasta of any variation/combination

52: do you believe everything happens for a reason? Hmm

53: what is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Let my roommate in because our other roommate lost her keys so this roommate has to message one of us to get into the building

54: is cheating ever okay? Whew

55: are you mean? To be honest I can be pretty petty and nasty, it’s just that I try and rein it in and be conscious of it

56: how many people have you fist fought? Lots (2) of questions about fighting

57: do you believe in true love? Eh maybe?

58: favourite weather? Sunny but not blazingly hot, light breeze, fresh air, can be either spring or fall

59: do you like the snow? Sure

60: do you wanna get married? Lolll no

61: is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I prefer “babe” to be honest- and I use it as kind of a general term of endearment for people whether or not I’m romantic/actually friends with them lol I’m very much a “babe/darling/sweetheart” person

62: what makes you happy? I like it when others are happy

63: would you change your name? If I could I would

64: would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? Again, pretty sure the last person I kissed on the lips was in Sophomore year so probably would not want to kiss them again lol

65: your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Depends on who the friend is but to be honest I’m kinda bad at confrontations so I probably would handle it in a Not Ideal way

66: do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? Definitely!

67: who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? Chatted with one of the security guards at the museum on my way out. Honestly the security guards are one of the parts I’m happiest about with staying with this internship for longer because I love talking to them

68: who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? The guard at the museum! Today’s conversations included Why you stay up at night/can’t fall asleep, What ‘serious’ problems matter to you, and Sending stuff back home to your family. I got into the galleries a lot for my project, so I get to interact with the security guards a lot C:

69: do you believe in soulmates? Eh

70: is there anyone you would die for? I hope that if anyone was in danger in front of me that I would be willing to die for them, frankly

#Have one more tag meme to do C:#person behind the posts

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taewae · 7 years

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70 QUESTIONS

tagged by @kookieznjams literally a month ago, thanks boo 💕

1. do you have a good relationship with your parents?

mom yes, dad no

2. who did you last say “i love you” to?

mom! saw beauty and the beast with her yesterday

3. do you regret anything?

so many things, but i’ve made peace with most of them

4. are you insecure?

extremely!!

5. what’s your relationship status?

lonely :((((

6. how do you want to die?

painlessly, surrounded by loved ones

7. what did you last eat?

yogurt & raspberries

8. played any sports?

ballet, t-ball, soccer

9. do you bite your nails?

nope

10. when was your last physical fight?

never

11. do you like someone?

other than my taetae??? not really

12. have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

yeah during finals week one year it was hell

13. do you hate anyone at the moment?

i hate people all the time lmao

14. do you miss someone?

my grandma

15. have any pets?

the most adorable asshole cat, riley

16. how exactly are you feeling at the moment?

like i wanna quit my job, sell all my earthly possessions, and go join a nomadic tribe in mongolia

17. ever made out in the bathroom?

well... not a public bathroom...

18. are you scared of spiders?

yea they’re creepy

19. would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

god yes in a heartbeat

20. where was the last place you snogged someone?

“snogged” lol in a bedroom?

21. what are your plans for this weekend?

going to medieval times with friends i think

22. do you want to have kids? how many?

i want 2 girls but pregnancy/childbirth freaks me out!!

23. do you have piercings? how many?

just my ears

24. what is/are/were your best subject(s)?

english, so i became an english major lol

25. do you miss anyone from your past?

of course

26. what are you craving right now?

*seokjin voice* money

27. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

not that i know of? but maybe

28. have you ever been cheated on?

no but that’s my biggest fear in life honestly

29. have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

i probably would if i ever had one lmao

30. what’s irritating you right now?

pollen

31. does somebody love you?

god i hope so, i know at least my family does

32. what is your favourite color?

black

33. do you have trust issues?

*smashes that motherfuckin like*

34. who/what was your last dream about?

i can’t remember but i dream about BTS a lot

35. who was the last person you cried in front of?

sister, over the phone

36. do you give out second chances too easily?

all the damn time... i do hold grudges though

37. is it easier to forgive or forget?

neither, i’m petty

38. is this year the best year of your life?

no but it’s definitely not the worst

39. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

uhhhh 17 i think

40. have you ever walked outside completely naked?

WHY WOULD I

51. favourite food?

bread probably

52. do you believe everything happens for a reason?

absolutely not. things happen and people make up a reason afterward. some things are just completely random and have no meaning/can’t be twisted to have a good meaning

53. what is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

i always play crossword puzzles on my phone before i sleep

54. is cheating ever okay?

fuck no

55. are you mean?

i can be yea but mostly in my head

56. how many people have you fist fought?

this is the second question about fights

57. do you believe in true love?

i mean... if it happens to me i will lmao!!

58. favourite weather?

sunny and warm with a breeze!

59. do you like the snow?

NO I HATE IT

60. do you wanna get married?

sure if i find someone marriageable

61. is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

YUP but only if we’re dating

62. what makes you happy?

being with family, looking at art, eating good food

63. would you change your name?

i kinda wish my name was seraphina but i wouldn’t change it at this point, stephanie is part of my identity

64. would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed

no but i’d prefer to kiss someone else

65. your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

it’d be great if i liked him back and we could date, but cute movie shit like that doesn’t happen to me!!

66. do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

i’m getting to that point with one guy i think

67. who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

a co-worker

68. who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

my mom probably

69. do you believe in soulmates?

not really, but someday i want to love someone so much that i can call them my soulmate

70. is there anyone you would die for?

mom and sister

i’ll tag my new mutuals so we can get to know one another 💕 you don’t have to if you don’t want to though!! @daegucrew @protectkimtaehyung @gotmeulk @jmin @lilchubchim @okhobi @ttaetoro @mincypher @ktaesthetic @gxldengguk @mssuga @parkjiminer @sqinebreaker

#tag meme #damn... i'm so uninteresting #lmao #mine

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lillian-tiger · 7 years

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Challenge || The Sorting Test

What is your real, birth name? Any nicknames? When and where were you born?

Lillian Marie Tiger - I mean I will happily accept Princess as a nickname, sadly only Nibs uses it. People... I was born November 15 1997 pretty sure my mother gave birth in Paris on one of their lovely trips around the world.

What is your Myers-Briggs Personality Type? (If you don’t know go here this question is optional.)

Entrepreneur ESTP-T

Do you have a nickname? What is it, and where did you get it?

Princess, or just Princess Lilly. Either or, I’m a princess regardless.

What do you look like? (Include height, weight, hair, eyes, skin, apparent age, and distinguishing features)

I’m about 5′3, 135, slender and fit (thank you dancing). I have dark hair, brown eyes, and I’m very tan. Most people think I’m a lot older than I really am. Which is nice when using my fake I.D.

How do you dress most of the time? Do you wear any jewelry?

I typically try and dress up a little. Even if it’s ‘casual’ there is still some sort of spark that shows I’m still here for business and to make your head turn. Sometimes I’ll be in cute work out cloths, because well.. they’re cute.

What don’t you like about yourself? What kind of things embarrass you? Why?

My knees kinda bend inward a bit too much. Um.. not a lot really embarrasses me. I typically just embarrass others. Not of purpose of course, it just kinda happens sometimes.

In your opinion, what is your best feature?

I have really nice, toned legs. I know they’re no long, but I mean they’re pretty fit looking legs.

Where do you live? Describe it: Is it messy, neat, avant-garde, sparse, etc.?

I live in a flat in town. It has my room, and a spare room for anyone that wants to get away. It’s pretty simple, and always clean. A lot of teal and rose gold accents everywhere. It’s my favorite place in the world.

What is your most prized mundane possession? Why do you value it so much?

My father gave me my mothers wedding ring. I keep it in the back of my jewelry box. It’s the only thing I have of my mother before she walked out.

What one word best describes you?

Princess

Familial Questions

What is/was your family structure like? (i.e. are you adopted, how many siblings, pets, etc.)

It used to be great till I was about 7. My mother just up and left us, and my father just pushed himself into work, and me with any dance instructor he could find. Private schools, and everything else. So. It’s just a shit show now. My father is a credit card.

Who was your father, and what was he like? Who was your mother, and what was she like? What was your parents marriage like? Were they married? Did they remain married?

He was my best friend, and not he’s just a stranger. My mother and him obviously are.. not together anymore. Divorced, and he remarried some idiot who’s probably my age. Haven't really met her - or got to know her.

What are/were your siblings names? What are/were they like? (If you have siblings)

n/a

What’s the worst thing one of your siblings ever did to you? What’s the worst thing you’ve done to one of your siblings? (If you have siblings)

n/a

When’s the last time you saw any member of your family? Where are they now?

My dad gave me about a twenty minute visit for Christmas. That was nice.

Who is your closest friend(s)? Describe them and how you relate to them.

The Lost boys. I don’t know all the details, but I at least know they’re in the same boat with me. Nibs would have to be my absolute closest. He’s seen the most, and knows more than anyone else in my life.

Childhood Questions

What is your first memory?

I can remember hating the heck out of peas. I mean I don’t even know if it’s a memory, it’s just a video I’ve seen a million times. It’s not like I actually remember it.

What was your favorite toy?

Jump rope

What was your favorite game?

Uno

Who was your best friend when you were growing up?

Dumb, Dumber, Dumbest, and just.. well... bigger than est. Kidding, the boys were the only real stable friendship, and longest.

What is your fondest childhood memory?

Taking dance lessons. I was so talented, and my father used to never miss a single performance. Without a doubt he was my biggest fan. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to cheer me on. I was the lead in a spring showcase, and he just looked proud..

What is your worst childhood memory?

The day my mother left.

Adolescent Questions

It is common for one’s view of authority to develop in their adolescent years. What is your view of authority, and what event most affected it?

Eh, I mean I respect them I guess. I never really had authority. I’ve been living on my own for awhile now off my fathers money.

What “clique” did/do you best fit in with? (Royals, Dark Royals, Wallflowers, Bookworms, Punks, Hipsters, Rejects, etc.)

Royals, I mean hello - Princess.

What were/are your high school goals? What were/are your uni goals?

High School - get offers to dance academy's - which I mean I’m one of the best here at the university. While I’m here? I just want to get a degree that I know is fit for me. Dancing is everything, but I want to do something with it then just preform. One day I won’t be able too and I jut want something at that point. So probably the schooling to teach it.

What is/was your favorite memory from adolescence? What is/was your worst memory from adolescence?

My favorite was the first time I got drunk. I think that’s close to everyone's. The classic high school party were the music is horrible, and the place is crammed with a bunch of people who can’t handle their alcohol. I could, clearly. The worst? Watching everyone on mothers day. One in particular though where someone just kept asking about my mother, and just kept going. It was the first time I punched someone. I mean that part was amazing, but just.. that fact alone.

Do you own a car? Describe it. If not, describe your dream car.

I have a white 2017 Mazda CX-5 - it gets me around, and it’s solid black.

Occupational Questions

Do you have a job? What is it? Do you like it? If no job, where does your money come from?

No, I don’t work. I mean I get lessons to people? but I don’t really charge. I just get all my money from my dad.

What is your boss or employer like? (Or publisher, or agent, or whatever.)

n/a

What are your co-workers like? Do you get along with them? Any in particular? Which ones don’t you get along with?

n/a

What is something you had to learn that you hated?

I’m sure any job I have that’s not dancing I would just hate everything about whatever I was learning.

Do you tend to save or spend your money? Why?

Spend, Spend, and Spend some more. Why not? I mean it’s sorta my dad’s love.

Likes & Dislikes Questions

What hobbies do you have?

Partying and Dancing.

What bands/artists do you like? What song is “your song?” Why?

I love anything main stream. Whatever is on the top 100 is typically whatever I’m blasting and dancing around too. Currently Zane’s new hit my favorite at the moment. My song of the sweet.

When it comes to politics, do you care? If so, which way do you tend to vote? If not, why don’t you care?

I don’t really follow them, honestly.

What time of day is your favorite? What kind of weather is your favorite?

Nighttime, it’s typically when cities come alive and the best people are out on the run. Weather? Sunny, I love a good beach day, or days were I can wear cute sun dresses.

What is your favorite food? What is your least favorite food?

My favorite food is chicken wings, and my least favorite... oh man, mushrooms.

What is your favorite drink? (Coffee, Coke, Juice, Beer, Wine, etc.)

I’m weak for Coke as awful as it is for you.

What’s your favorite animal? Why?

Tigers without a doubt. They’re majestic, beautiful and powerful. Much like myself.

Do you have any pets? Do you want any pets? What kind?

I don’t have any pets, but I’m really thinking about maybe getting some fish, or something to live in that flat with me.

What do you find most relaxing? (Not as in stress relief, but as something that actually calms you down.)

Yoga. Without it I would be biting peoples heads off.

What’s a pet peeve of yours?

People that think they’re better than me, or just have a huge stick up their ass. Like live a little.

Would you consider yourself straight, gay, bi, pan, or something else? Why?

Mmm, I mean I’m mostly with guys, but I’m not against having some lady love either. I’d say I’m Bi.

Sex & Intimacy Questions

Who was the first person you had sex with? When did it happen? What was it like? How well did it go? (If your character is sexually active, if not, skip this question)

My first time was with a senior my freshman year. He was perfect, it was perfect, I mean it wasn’t romantic, but it wasn’t horrible. His name was Jake, football, jock, perfectly toned. I mean nothing came from it, but he also wasn’t an ass to me afterwards. He’d still wave and say hi in the hallways.

Do you currently have a lover/crush? What is their name, and what is your relationship like? What are they like? Why are you attracted to them?

That’s cute, no. That’s how you get your heartbroken. Maybe I have a crush? I don’t know, what does a crush even feel like ? I mean I found someone I wouldn’t mind getting to know?

Describe the perfect romantic partner for you and describe your perfect date with them.

Someone I can be completely myself with. I can break all my walls down, and they know how to make me laugh. They have to be able to keep things interesting. I think laser tag would be a cute date. Tag you’re it, maybe casually make out somewhere in the field, who knows. I have to break a few rules.

Do you ever want to get married and have children? When do you see this happening?

I do. I don’t see it happening for a very long time from here.

What is more important – sex or intimacy? Why?

Intimacy, I’ll let you know when that day comes where I find that though.

What was your most recent relationship like? Who was it with? (Does not need to be sexual, merely romantic.)

Uh... some dude from high school. It lasted a week, and obviously wasn’t that important since I don’t even remember his name.

What’s the worst thing you’ve done to someone you loved?

Told them I didn’t love them.

Drug & Alcohol Questions (if your character’s a drinker/does drugs, if not, skip to numbers 5 & 6)

How old were you when you first got drunk? What was the experience like?

I was 15, and it was amazing. I mean the hangover was hell, but it was everything you think your first high school party is going to be. I became very well known after that... FOR GOOD REASONS. I just knew how to handle my shots well.

Did anything good come out of it? Did anything bad come out of it?

I mean that’s how I met Jake, so I say that’s some good.

Do you drink on any kind of regular basis?

Yeah... I’m pretty bad with it.

What kind of alcohol do you prefer?

Tequila baby.

Have you ever tried any other kind of “mood altering” substance? Which one(s)? What did you think of each?

Just the beautiful green... maybe E once. just once. I mean I did take some pills .. a little bit ago.

What do you think of drugs and alcohol? Are there any people should not do? Why or why not?

I’m not here to judge anyone. Not before I can handle myself.

Post-Powers Awareness Questions (For those who have powers)

When did you go through when you gained your powers? What was it like (in your opinion)?

What do you think now of being magical? Is it cool, or have you been screwed?

Do you have a mentor? Who are they? How did you become their student?

Do you have any magical items? Where did you get them?

Think of a major event that happened during your training/initiation. What was it?

What is something you had to learn during your training that you hated? Why did you hate it?

Thoughtful Questions

What about you is social? What do you like about people?

Almost everything about me is pretty social. I don’t like how people can be so judgment, or so .. annoying with their own ways. I like things to be my way - also when people don’t have humor.

If a magical being, describe the color of what magic you use, is it of a light color, bold and bright, pastel and sparkly, etc.

Are you a better leader or follower? Why do you think that? If you think the whole leader-follower archetype is a crock of shit, say so, and explain why?

I am without a doubt a leader. No way I’m going to be following anyone and their steps.

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Piper Wrenchley: Character Development Questions (Hard Mode)

(Courtesy of @i-see-light.)

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

Piper does have siblings, but one is in his mid-30s and the other is in his early 20s. She’s very close to them both, but neither is in her “age group”.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

Piper’s mother is headstrong, stubborn, and much feistier than her daughter, but the two still get along famously.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Piper misses her father every day.

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Discovering her father’s body altered the course her life would take forever. His death was covered by the local news media, so everyone in her neighborhood is aware of the Wrenchley tragedy.

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

A cell phone with a reinforced, water-proof case.

Earbud-style headphones.

Several old, crumpled receipts.

Loose change.

A multitool.

A small wrench.

A pocket flashlight.

A pack of fruit-flavored gum.

A thumb-sized canister of pepper spray.

A ring of keys.

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Not really, but they do trend toward the bizarre and nonsensical.

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Piper has a recurring nightmare about discovering her father’s corpse, which has been described in detail in a piece of fiction I wrote.

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Piper has never, and would never, fire a gun.

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Piper’s status as “The Ultimate Plumber” has brought Wrenchley & Wrenchley Plumbing Co. much more business.

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

While Piper is absolutely the sort of person to hang around in an old, faded t-shirt and a pair of shorts at home, most of the work she does necessitates that she wears a lot of protective clothing: overalls, gloves, sometimes a gas mask, thick work boots, etc.

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

The day after her father died, Piper spent all day in her room, under her comforter, worried that someone would come for her next.

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Piper is the most at-home when she’s deep in Brooklyn’s sewer system, alone, fixing an especially difficult plumbing problem while blasting classic rock.

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Blood tends to give her bad flashbacks.

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Piper has trouble with names, but never forgets a face.

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Piper isn’t big on either. She’s the sort of person who loves her job so much that it really doesn’t even feel like work, so that’s what she enjoys doing most.

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

Happiness.

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Piper progressed from Legos, to Erector Sets, to actual machine shop work very quickly, but she’s always loved building and fixing.

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

As someone who is ambitious, but not especially wise, Piper is most likely to connect with others like herself.

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

Piper is fast to make friends, but scared to lose them. This has not, however, ruined any relationships of hers.

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

Piper doesn’t really compare herself to others in either way; she isn’t a jealous or self-critical type.

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

Speaking generally, Piper is more likely to blame herself than others for a problem in her life.

What does your character like in other people?

Piper appreciates people who are honest, and who generally have a positive outlook on life.

What does your character dislike in other people?

Piper dislikes dishonesty, violence, and convicted felons.

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

Surprisingly quick!

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

Piper tries earnestly to see the best in people.

How does your character behave around children?

Piper loves kids and is great with them, even if her penchant for showing them how to use power tools can make parents nervous.

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

Confrontation makes Piper uncomfortable, but she takes after her mother in that she can be a surprisingly fierce opponent in an argument.

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

Piper abhors violence and would only use it as a last resort.

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

Piper has only ever wanted to work at her dad’s -- now her -- plumbing company, and so her dream has come true in a sense.

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

The quickest way to ending your friendship with Piper is revealing that you are an associate or member of a mafia, gang, or other organized crime syndicate.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

It was the sort of place where most people would be intensely uncomfortable: the cramped bowels of a vast sewer system, dank, rank, dark, and infested with vermin. Piper, however, was perfectly content to trek through muck, saw open rusty pipes, loosen grime-covered bolts, and generally do everything she needed to do to get her job done. Earbuds in and welding mask on, she tunelessly muttered Metallica lyrics under her breath as she soldered a new connection to an old pipe...

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

“Hey,” said the man, “you’re that Wrenchley kid, ain’t’cha?”

“That’s me,” Piper replied, brightly. “Owner’a Wrenchley an’ Wrenchley Plumbin’. You got some kinda issue you need help with?”

“No, I mean, you’re the kid whose dad got killed a few years back, right?”

“Oh.” Piper’s face fell. “Y-Yeah. That’s me, too.”

“That was a real shame,” the man continued. “A real shame.”

Piper never knew what to say to people like this. Yeah? Thanks? I agree?

“I was real sorry to hear about it.”

She wished it would just end.

“Y’know, your dad fixed my ma’s kitchen faucet once, back before...”

She wished he would just leave.

“... great guy, y’know, real pillar’a the community...”

She didn’t want to think about it anymore.

“... must’a been, what, three years ago?”

Four years.

“Anyway, you take care’a yourself, sweetie.”

Don’t call me ‘sweetie’.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Piper is always keen to improve whenever possible.

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

Piper can be stubborn at times, but she also knows, generally, when to fold ‘em and try something else.

How does your character behave around people they like?

Piper seems to have a constantly-sunny disposition when she’s around her friends.

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Piper tries to avoid those who she dislikes.

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

I wouldn’t say Piper is concerned with either.

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Piper is more likely to remove herself from a problem or threat.

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

Piper has endured her fair share of rat, bat, and bug bites. She is regularly tested for diseases common to the plumbing profession, including rabies, tetanus, and Lyme disease. So far, she’s managed to stay clean.

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Piper is exceedingly polite to service staff.

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Piper is big on pulling herself up by her bootstraps.

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Not really.

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

At the age of 14, no, but who knows what the future might bring.

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

It is very easy for Piper to say “I love you” meaningfully; while she can say it without meaning it, she most often does this in a silly or sarcastic context (”You brought me a burrito? I love you”).

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

Piper isn’t sure what’ll happen to her post-death, but she hopes to be reunited with her father.

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