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Calico: Chapter 3

Story Summary: Now that he is a successful business owner and financially stable, Yoongi felt it was finally time to welcome a hybrid into his home. What he didn’t expect, was a chance meeting with the young calico that would steal his heart.

Chapter Summary: It has been two weeks since Mika came to live with Yoongi, and it’s time for her to finally meet his friends

Pairing: CEO Yoongi x Calico hybrid OC.

Mentioned Pairings: Hinted potential Bunny hybrid Jungkook x Calico OC (but not really, this fic is Yoongicentric only). Other implied pairings for the future.

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Extremely brief mention of mistreatment/abandonment, occasional swearing

Disclaimer: Images used in header are not mine. All written work is 100% my own, editors and beta readers will be credited as needed. Do not copy, translate, or repost my work onto other sites without my permission.

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It had been just over a week now and Mika seemed to be adjusting perfectly. As promised, Yoongi had taken her shopping and let her grab anything she wanted to help her feel more at home. Not the easiest task, given she would grab anything he looked at or recommended but never anything by herself. Eventually, he had given in and stepped back so she would have no choice but to pick things on her own, replying “If that’s what you want,” whenever she showed him something. It concerned the male a bit that she was so dependent for everything, but he assumed it was a result of her previous ownership and hopefully she’d snap out of it over time. Not that he minded having her cling to him, but it would be extremely tricky to get anything done if Mika always asked his permission to do something as simple as watch TV.

Another recurring issue was the obvious separation anxiety whenever Yoongi had to leave for work. Hoseok had kept his promise and came over every morning to keep an eye on her so Yoongi could leave, but it was clear the hybrid was already attached to him. Mika would whine and cling onto him until he gave her a pat on the head and promised that he would return home before dinner. Otherwise, she had to be pulled away from him physically which caused its own set of problems. Yoongi would never admit it, but it broke his heart a bit to have to leave her while she was still adjusting, but there wasn’t much else he could do. It wasn’t like he could just not show up to work for a week or two to spend time with her, and he wasn’t confident with bringing her to the office yet given how shy she was. All he could really do was promise he would return until he determined if it would be a good idea to start bringing her to work. Hell, he hadn’t even introduced her to his friends yet.

Thankfully, it was Friday, and Yoongi could spend the weekend focused on his new hybrid instead of the new business plan he was working on. His normally organized desk was now cluttered with various documents and files, some of which he hadn’t been able to open yet. It was that time of year where the male found himself flooded with potential changes to lead the business into another successful term and it was honestly overwhelming. Partnership offers, marketing plans, managing finances, looking over reports for all of the departments; it was a lot to handle, and yet here he was forcing as much of it as he could into his shift so he didn’t have to take work home with him. Not when there was a young calico cat waiting at home that deserved his attention on his days off. Especially since weekends were the only time she was actually calm, knowing Yoongi didn’t have to go anywhere without her. Yoongi had about an hour left before he could head home, and he was determined to complete as much of this paperwork as possible, having already worked through his lunch break as well.

A knock at his door pulled the male away from his thoughts, barely looking up from the paper in his hand as he groaned out a forced, “Come in.”

“You’re still working on that?” Yoongi looked up to see none other than Kim Seokjin, dressed and proper as always. If people thought that Yoongi was always professional, they probably hadn’t seen his business manager. Jin always dressed to impress, with well-tailored suits that molded to his form, hair brushed back with not a stray in sight, and the subtle touches of makeup to hide any potential imperfections. It was a very stark contrast to the way the older male acted, and definitely a contrast with the way Yoongi looked at the moment. His jacket discarded on the back of his chair and a few strands of his hair falling out of place from the number of times he’s run his hand through them in the past few hours. Jin took one look at the younger male and sighed, pulling up a chair to the other side of Yoongi’s desk. “You’ve been looking at these since this morning,” he said, skimming through some of the papers, “why don’t you take a break before you burn out?”

“I want to get as much done as possible,” Yoongi replied, “it would be nice to not take work home with me again.”

“Because of your new hybrid?” Yoongi only grunted in response, but it was all the confirmation that Jin needed. “When are we going to meet her by the way? It’s been over a week now and everyone’s dying to get to know the new member of the family.” Yoongi groaned and set down the document he was holding, pinching the bridge of his nose with his other hand. He knew the question was going to pop up sooner or later but now was not the time.

“Don’t you have work you should be doing?” he asked.

“Given it’s the end of the day and you have most of the work, not really. Besides Yoongichi, you look like you could use the distraction.” Yoongi groaned again, but he knew that Jin was right. He probably wasn’t going to finish this in an hour anyway so a break was probably what he needed.

“I don’t know when you’re going to meet her,” he admitted, “she’s really shy right now and still getting used to her new home, crowding her with new faces is probably the last thing she needs.”

“Well she’s going to meet us sooner or later,” Jin replied with a shrug, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“A terrified calico cat and my house getting destroyed,” Yoongi said with a deadpan tone. Jin laughed a bit at the youngers’ expression before shaking his head.

“You say that as if we are barbarians, I’m sure everything will be fine,” he tried to assure, though his boss didn’t seem too convinced.

“It’s not you I’m worried about, or even Taehyung, since I know you’ll be gentle, it’s the other hybrids I’m worried about. Jungkook is hyper and practically twice her size, Jimin is physically affectionate, and when Namjoon isn’t accidentally breaking everything he can be very intimidating. Does putting them in a room together with a very anxious kitten actually sound like a good idea to you?” Perhaps Yoongi was being overprotective, but he had seen first hand how scared Mika gets by the tiniest of sounds, so her being scared by other hybrids was inevitable. Still, Jin seemed dead set on convincing him that letting them meet her was a good idea.

“Aish, you’re overreacting,” the older chided, “no ones going to pounce on her. She’ll have to meet us at some point, better sooner than later.” Yoongi sighed and shook his head.

“I’ll think about it,” that seemed to be enough to please the older, as he quickly excused himself before leaving Yoongi’s office. The blonde sighed and ran his hand through his hair before looking up at the clock, it seemed that their conversation took longer than he thought as it was about time to pack up. His eyes glanced at the scattered papers on his desk before sighing, organizing them into one pile and placing them in the top drawer of his desk, already dreading having to come back to all of that work on Monday. Still, he promised himself that he wouldn’t take work home and would enjoy his weekend, so that’s what he was going to do. With a tired sigh, he stood from his chair and stretched, feeling his back pop a bit from staying in one spot for too long. Flinging his jacket over his shoulder and grabbing his things, he quickly scanned his office to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything before stepping out, locking the door, and making his way down the hall. A few of his workers paused to bow and tell him good evening, but he only gave them a slight bow of acknowledgment in return. Yoongi wasn’t really in the mood for conversation right now, he just wanted to go home and rest.

It was silent when he finally stepped through the door of his apartment, kicking his shoes off and calling out a soft, “I’m home.” Another few seconds of silence passed before Hoseok popped out from the kitchen.

“I was getting hungry so decided to make dinner, hope you don’t mind!” he said with a soft smile. Yoongi smiled back and shook his head.

“Not at all,” he walked over to his friend before pausing and looking around again, “where’s Mika?”

“Taking a nap on the couch,” the younger replied, returning his attention to the stovetop, “she’s been out for a while though so she’ll probably wake up in a few minutes.” Yoongi hummed in acknowledgment and took a seat at the counter. He groaned softly as he rested his elbows on the counter and his head in his hands. “Rough day?” Hoseok asked without looking back.

“Just busy,” The older mumbled, hearing his friend hum in acknowledgment. Hoseok knew better than to pry on work matters, which Yoongi was grateful for. He didn’t want to talk about it, or at least the actual work part of it. The conversation with Jin replayed in his mind, and Yoongi questioned if he should bring the idea up to Hoseok. After all, he knew more about hybrids than any of them, so his advice could be useful. “I spoke with Jin-hyung today,” he said, easily grabbing the younger attention.

“Oh yeah?” Hoseok replied, “what about?”

“Mika,” when he didn’t get a reply, Yoongi took that as a sign to continue, “he said everyone’s getting pretty anxious to meet her and that I should introduce them soon.” Hoseok hummed softly in thought, turning off the stove and beginning to fill three plates so they could all eat together.

“What did you tell them?” he asked after another moment.

“I said I wasn’t sure,” Yoongi lifted his head to properly face the younger, “I mean, I know they have to meet her at some point but she’s so shy that I don’t really know if it’s a good idea.”

“I’m guessing that you are asking because you want my advice? I mean, Hyung does have a point that she will have to meet them eventually if you want her to stick around, and she seems to be adjusting well to living with you. I’d say that as long as you are right there with her, and she has a place to escape if she gets scared, then it should be fine.” He didn’t even have to look at Yoongi to know the older still wasn’t convinced, shaking his head as he walked over with two of the plates, having to make a second trip for the third.

“Thanks,” Yoongi said softly, beginning to pick at some of the vegetables as Hoseok took a seat beside him.

“Why don’t you just ask Mika what she thinks?” Hoseok asked, “explain what will happen to her and let her decide when she is comfortable enough to meet them. If you do it on her terms then it will probably have a better outcome.” Yoongi shrugged softly.

“I guess,” as if on cue, he felt two small arms wrap around him from behind, a soft tuft of white and orange fur tickling his cheek as the young cat curled up against him.

“You’re home!” Mika purred, nuzzling her head against Yoongi’s neck. Said male chuckled and reached to scratch at her head for a moment.

“Why hello sleepy head,” Yoongi teased, “have a nice nap?” Mika yawned softly and nodded, still half asleep. It was very obvious that she had just woken up; eyes partly closed, hair falling messily in her face, and her tail swaying lazily under the oversized sweater she was wearing. As soft and precious as always, it was a wonder Yoongi hadn’t completely melted in her presence yet. She stayed curled up against Yoongi for a bit longer before he reluctantly pulled away. He was slowly opening up to how physically affectionate she was, but it still made him feel awkward at times, especially when someone else was around. “Why don’t you sit down before dinner gets cold, I need my arms to eat after all.” Mika pouted a bit but nodded and quickly climbed into the chair next to him, not hesitating to dig into her food. Both males laughed at her before returning to their own food, the conversation between them forgotten.

Hoseok left shortly after dinner, patting Yoongi on the shoulder and giving Mika a side hug before bidding them a good night. The pair migrated to the living room shortly after, Yoongi scrolling through the tv channels while Mika distracted herself with one of her toys. The soft jingle of a bell echoed through the room, coming from the soft ball that she was pawing at and pushing around the rug, letting her cat side start to take over. Occasionally, Yoongi would glance down at her and just watch silently, thinking about what Hoseok said. Would she want to meet the others? The more he thought about it, the more it couldn’t hurt to try his luck. “Hey Kitten,” he called softly, “come here for a moment.” Mika perked up and immediately made her way over to the couch, taking a seat beside him. “How would you feel about possibly making new friends?”

“New friends?” Mika asked, cocking her head to the side and giving him a confused look. Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as he nodded.

“I have a few close friends that would love to come and meet you. They own hybrids as well so you could have new playmates. They are a bit hyper though so I wanted to make sure you were ready before inviting them over,” he explained. Mikas’ ears twitched slightly and she looked down for a moment. Yoongi frowned when he saw that, immediately thinking the worst.

“What if they don’t like me?” not the response Yoongi was expecting, though he probably should have.

“Of course they’ll like you,” he assured, “I’m sure once you get used to them they’ll love you.” Mika looked up at him to try and see if he was lying. He wasn’t, he was sure that they would like her, the issue was whether or not she would like them. After seeing that he was being honest, the hybrid softly nodded.

“Okay,” she said softly, “when are they coming over?” Yoongi felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I’ll talk to them tonight and see, probably sometime this weekend,” he was already pulling out his phone to text Jin, knowing he would pass the news onto Taehyung for him. Mika watched him for a moment before deciding that she wanted his attention again. A soft huff left the female as she slid closer to Yoongi, gently tugging at his arm and successfully getting his attention.

“Cuddles?” she asked. Yoongi bit his lip to keep from smiling as he lifted his arm so she could snuggle up against him. Mika immediately curled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his waist. The male could feel her purring against him after a few seconds, shaking his head as he let his arm fall around her.

“You’re very clingy you know,” he mused. The response he got was her nuzzling her head against the crook of his neck, mumbling something he couldn’t quite hear. “What was that? I can’t hear you.” He expected her to move and repeat herself, but she made no effort to do so. Her tail brushed against his hand as she relaxed, purring continued as her eyes fluttered shut. Yoongi realized that she was falling asleep and shook his head. If he was being honest, he envied the cat hybrid for being able to fall asleep when and wherever she wanted. He was lucky to get five hours of sleep on any given day with how hectic his schedule was. Yoongi quickly finished up his text conversation and set his phone down. After a brief debate on if he should stay or wake the sleeping hybrid, he carefully wrapped his arms around Mika and stood up. It was a bit of a struggle to lift her since he wasn’t the strongest, but she was thankfully light enough for him to carry to bed without much issue. Yoongi gently set the Calico down on the mattress and placed the blankets over top of her before going and getting ready for bed himself, making sure the doors were cracked a bit so Mika could wake him easily if she needed anything.

After texting Taehyung and Jin, they all decided to come over for dinner the following evening. Hoseok had to work, but he said he would stop by for a bit if he could. Yoongi had spent the day cleaning so his place would be presentable for their guests while Mika ran around and did her own thing. He had also decided to just order takeout for everyone so he didn’t have to spend hours cooking for potentially eight people. Plus, he wanted to avoid going to the store at the moment and leaving Mika alone in the house. She still didn’t have a proper collar, only a standard black one that he doubted was comfortable given how often she picked at it. Yoongi felt bad and tried his best not to take her out in public too often until he could get her one that was of better quality. Since most higher quality collars were more expensive, many people just bought simple ones and only made their hybrid wear it in public. Money wasn’t an issue for Yoongi though, and he knew when the time was right that he would get Mika one that was special.

The sound of knocking snapped Yoongi’s attention to the door, apparently catching Mikas as well since she was clinging to him in an instant, hiding behind his slightly larger frame. He knew she was nervous, but hopefully, she would calm down once she saw them. “Relax,” he muttered, reaching behind himself to pat her head softly, “everything will be fine.” That didn’t seem to help much as the calico was still clinging to his arm when he opened the door, revealing Jin and Namjoon.

“I know we’re a bit early, but I was too excited,” Jin said with a smile. Yoongi nodded and opened the door further to let them both in.

“Figured as much,” he replied, closing the door and trying to pry the scared cat from his arm. If it was physically possible, Mika had curled up even more when she saw the new guests. Not that anyone could really blame her though, since there was now a large and intimidating wolf hybrid standing a few meters away from her. As sweet and as clumsy as Namjoon was, he could be very scary upon first glance. He knew it as well since he was actively trying to distance himself from the pair while Jin tried his best to get a look at the young girl. Yoongi had already explained how she might act to them so they would know how to better act around her. At least until she got comfortable with their presence.

Jin bent down a bit so that he was eye level with Mika, waving and giving her a soft smile, “Hi, I’m Jin and this is Namjoon, it’s nice to finally meet you.” She stayed silent for a moment before Yoongi gently nudged her.

“I’m Mika,” she whispered, so quietly that even Yoongi struggled to hear her. Jin couldn’t help but coo a bit at how adorable she was.

“Aren’t you precious, don’t worry, we don’t bite,” he assured. It was easy to notice now Mika’s eyes darted to Namjoon for a moment before hesitantly nodding. Still, her grip on Yoongi never loosened and he was starting to worry that she would accidentally rip his sleeve.

“Come on, let’s go sit down in the living room while we wait for everyone else,” he urged, already beginning to walk. He knew Mika would move with him and Jin and Namjoon would follow after so there was no point in waiting. It was another struggle to get Mika to let go so that he could sit down, but they eventually managed to get her to sit without trying to cling to him. Even if she was still curled up into a ball; her ears pressed against her head and her arms wrapped around her legs. Jin remained standing while Namjoon made himself comfortable in another chair. It was barely noticeable at first, but he was doing his best to remain calm so that he would be seen as approachable. With their advanced senses, hybrids could easily pick up scents that went unnoticed by their human companions. It was oftentimes how they picked up on certain emotions or detected threats. Namjoon was also still keeping his distance, wanting the cat hybrid to approach him first. This seemed to work as she relaxed after a few minutes, staring at the wolf curiously. Yoongi and Jin were so caught up in their own conversation that it shocked them when Mika finally spoke up.

“What do wolves do for fun?” she asked, causing the two humans in the room to stop and stare at her. Namjoon thought over it for a moment before looking up at her.

“Well, I can’t speak for all wolves, but I like to read in my free time. I also accompany Jin-hyung to work a lot so I’ll help him there when I can,” he said.

“Namjoon is a pup at heart,” Jin cut in, “don’t let him fool you, he’s also very playful.”

“And clumsy,” Yoongi added.

“Yah! It’s not like I try to break things, it just happens!” Namjoon whined. Yoongi rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit in response. Mika seemed to get bored with this conversation and decided to change the subject.

“Does Jin work with Yoongi?” she asked.

“I do,” the male in question replied, “he is my boss.” Mika looked up at him in awe when he said this.

“Yoongi is really the boss?” the shocked tone in her voice caused the blonde to pout.

“I told you I was the boss the day I met you,” he reminded, “did you not believe me?” Mika blinked up at him for a moment before shaking her head. Jin held a hand to his mouth as he tried not to laugh, Yoongi giving him an unamused expression. “Why exactly would I not be the boss?” he asked.

“Because normally bosses are mean and scary, and you’re too nice!” At this, both Jin and Namjoon burst out laughing, confusing Mika and annoying Yoongi.

“Yoongi? Nice? That’s a first!” Jin teased, causing the other to roll his eyes.

“Oh hush,” he groaned before turning back to his hybrid, “you know that not all bosses are mean right? Hobi is the boss at the shelter, and he isn’t mean.”

“But Hobi is fun and doesn’t wear suits to work every day,” Mika pointed out. This effectively confused Yoongi as he tried to process what exactly she was implying.

“I’m guessing she doesn’t go out much?” Namjoon asked.

“Not yet, no,” Yoongi confirmed, “Obviously I can only speak for the past two weeks, but we haven’t gone out much.” Both Jin and Namjoon nodded, knowing what he was implying and not wanting to bring up a potentially touchy subject. If Mika did realize, she probably didn’t understand properly as she spoke up again.

“I was told hybrids weren’t supposed to go out much,” she said, referring to her previous owner, “the last time I went out we went to the park and then I ended up at the shelter.” Everyone froze at what she said, not knowing what to say. Thankfully, they didn’t have to worry as another loud knock echoed through the house, followed by another series of loud knocks. Yoongi sighed softly and excused himself as he went to answer the door. The second he opened the door, he was almost knocked over from the force of two hybrids pouncing onto him.

“Hyung!” both males shouted, nuzzling against Yoongi who was still trying to regain his balance.

“We missed you,” Jungkook said.

“Yeah yeah, you literally saw me two days ago,” Yoongi muttered, “get off.” He pushed both males off of him as Taehyung stepped inside, giving his friend a huge smile.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t be excited to see you!” Jimin argued.

“Whatever,” Yoongi straightened out his sweater before closing the door, “come on, everyone else is waiting in the living room.” When they entered the room in question, everyone was in the same position they had been left in. Jin was busy laughing at something, likely another one of his awful jokes, Mika was looking at him confused, and Namjoon was trying not to laugh himself. At the sound of footsteps, both hybrids’ ears twitched as they turned to the source of the sound. Namjoon waved at the group while Mika gave them all a shy smile.

“Awe,” Taehyung cooed as he dropped to his knees in front of her, “aren’t you adorable? I’m TaeTae!” Mika flinched back a bit but nodded in acknowledgment. At least this time she didn’t immediately try to cower behind Yoongi. Well, that was until Jungkook and Jimin excitedly bound over to her, quickly jumping up on the couch.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook!”

“Hi, I’m Jimin!” both hybrids spoke over each other, their energy immediately startling the smaller feline as she yelped and rolled off the couch. Within seconds, she had dashed past the group and back over to Yoongi, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her head in his shoulder while muttering something about being too loud. Yoongi sighed heavily, ‘not again.’

“Yah!” Jin scolded, “we literally just got her to stop hiding and you had to come in and scare her again!” The two in question pouted a bit and lowered their heads, Jungkooks ears flopping down a bit.

“Sorry Mika,” Taehyung apologized for them.

“They’re just excited,” Namjoon explained calmly, “don’t worry, no one’s going to hurt you.” Yoongi wrapped his arms around the girl softly before whispering to her.

“They’re idiots, just ignore them and they’ll calm down eventually.”

“We can still hear you!” Jungkook exclaimed, making the other roll his eyes. Still, the laugh he got from Mika was worth it.

“Come on,” Yoongi encouraged, “we still have a few hours before dinner, why don’t we sit down and you can meet everyone properly.” He waited for confirmation from Mika before he pulled away enough to lead her back to the couch. The others would definitely tease him for being soft later, but he didn’t care.

After a few hours, everyone calmed down enough and Mika actually felt comfortable being around the group. She was still a bit on edge and didn’t engage in conversation very much, but she did occasionally speak up or ask questions. Hoseok had decided to drop by as well which helped a lot, helping push Mika to interact more and not be shy. At one point, she had even allowed Taehyung to pet her, nuzzling into his hand a bit as he ran his fingers through her multicolored hair. They had all just finished dinner and were now winding down to watch a movie and relax before calling it a night. Yoongi, Jin, and Taehyung were tidying up in the kitchen, while the hybrids and Hoseok were playing in the living room. It was really just Jungkook and Jimin though since Mika was too shy to move and Namjoon knew better than to try and wrestle the younger boys.

Mika was on the floor with one of her bells, tossing it around softly as the others did their own thing. Jungkook and Jimin were play fighting a little bit away, having already failed at trying to throw the bell with her. Hoseok was leaning on the back of the couch as he watched, about to say something when he heard his name being called from the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, “try not to break anything while I am gone.” He heard a mutual hum of acknowledgment as he walked away, leaving the hybrids alone. Jungkook watched for a moment to make sure he was gone before making his way over to Mika with a smirk. Of course, she noticed, looking up at him with a questioning glance.

“Can I see the bell?” he asked, causing the felines’ expression to shift.

“No,” Jungkook pouted a bit, trying to reach for the toy as Mika pulled it back.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s mine and I don’t want to give it to you.”

“That’s mean, I just want to see it.” Mika huffed and held her hand out to show off the bell.

“There, now you see it,” she said with a smirk of her own. Jungkook glanced at her before chuckling. Moving faster than she could react, he snatched the item from her hand and darted back to Jimin on the other side of the room. Mika blinked in shock for a few moments before realizing what just happened, “Hey! That’s not fair!”

“Not my fault you weren’t quick enough,” Jungkook teased, laughing a bit as Mika glared at him, “if you want it so badly, why don’t you come get it?” The catgirl hissed for a moment before crawling over and trying to grab the toy from Jungkook, who only held it higher in response. “Really Jungkook?” she was clearly unamused by whatever game the bunny was trying to play.

“Jungkook-” Jimin tried to interject but the younger only shook his head at him.

“I already told you, if you want it then take it,” he pushed, dangling the toy over Mikas’ head. She tried to grab for it again, only for him to pull it away at the last second, causing her to groan. Her tail began to sway behind her as she backed away slightly, ears pressing back against her head. Jimin, who realized what was happening, quickly tried to interject and grab the bell back, only for Jungkook to push him away as well, glancing at him and mouthing ‘Trust me.’ Namjoon had also picked up on what was going on and began to get involved as well.

“Jungkook…” before he could get his full warning out, Mika had pounced onto the bunny hybrid, successfully knocking him back. Jungkook gasped as the wind was knocked out of him, but regained himself before she could grab the bell out of his hands, tossing the item to the side as he flipped their position so he was the one pinning her down. The commotion immediately alerted the attention of those in the kitchen who immediately ran out. Yoongi and Taehyung panicked and immediately tried to run over and break the two up. They were stopped however by Hoseok holding his arm out in front of them.

“The hell Hoseok?” Yoongi hissed, to which the younger shushed him.

“Relax and watch,” Hoseok whispered back. Yoongi huffed but did as he was told, biting at his nail to calm himself down. Sure enough, Mika quickly regained herself and managed to push Jungkook off of her, dashing after the bell once she was free. The bunny was still quicker though and beat her to it, hitting the toy away so they were both chasing after it. After a minute, the sound of laughter filled the room as both hybrids wrestled and chased after the small object, Jimin getting involved shortly after. Both owners immediately relaxed when they noticed this, Hoseok smiling at them proudly. “See, they’re just playing! Nothing to be worried about.” Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of him, happy that they seemed to get along.

“Looks like we’ll be over for playdates a lot more,” Taehyung whispered.

Yoongi’s smile widened as he nodded, “Looks like it.”

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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NEW FIC SERIES ALERT! — a teaser.

˗˗ˏˋ pairing: manjiro sano x reader

you and Mikey meet your daughter from the far future who time travelled to meet him.

—contains major tokyo revengers manga spoilers, more details below.

my first series here! who's down? so here's a teaser of what I have been working on lately!

here's the complete synopsis of the series from the main post draft:

the plot starts at the far future when You and Mikey's daughter (Morin Sano, OC) travels back in time to the teenage years of her parents, meeting her dad for the first time as he didn't get the chance to raise her, after having died in Manila the year she was born. so she was raised alone by you, having lived with only the memories of Mikey.

the time travelling starts at the beginning of Tenjiku arc, wherein she gets to meet her parents as teenagers and witness their lives as delinquents.

is she going to tag teams with Takemichi for this mission?

and so it begins, will Morin successfully avoid the downfall of her father in the future and save your future family?

title reveal, and complete series details will be posted friday.

like I said on my previous update, this is my blast for reaching 1K followers! Thank you so so much for all the support 💗

disclaimers: story includes— canon divergence, tenjiku arc setting, detailed writing of violence, death, and strong language. the story will include BOTH the future and past selves of the characters. no smut themes will be implied in this story as it will mostly take place during the past. will be very similar to the manga.

If you have any thoughts or questions about the series, feel free to shoot me an ask ;)

this is heavily inspired by season 6 of lucifer, basically. if you've seen the show. but I have my very own unique take on it ;)

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lvlyhao · 3 years

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『ice cream with enhypen』

scenario; ENHYPEN

A/N: these are some simple scenarios of what i imagine going out for ice cream with enha would be like. also my first time writing a full length fic for them so aksjhaksja

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡), comedy (☼)

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: mentions of food (and I don’t think I swore but welp it’s me so always worth saying—)

word count: 2.7K

pairing: enhypen members x reader ( includes heeseung, jay, sunghoon, jake, sunoo, jungwon, ni-ki)

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Heeseung

going out for ice cream with Heeseung would look like 6 pm: the perfect end to a lovely and loving day

I picture this happening on a Friday when the week already feels like it ended as in:

there would be nothing left to do regarding work, studies, chores, or if there is, you just postpone it because you know you need rest

Heeseung would love to take you somewhere not too distant from the rest of the city, so you don’t feel out of place, but not too crowded either

the sky would be a wonderful watercolour work of corals and oranges, with white, wispy clouds and static air

the weather wouldn’t be too cold nor too hot, so you two could still relish sitting under a tree at any nearby park to people-watch

not many people would pass by, mainly teenagers younger than you both, and you’d try and guess what each of them wanted for their future

Heeseung took it much more seriously than you, always suggesting things he found interesting himself like astronomy, gastronomy and even auditioning for a big entertainment company like HYBE (“maybe they’ll be our next dongsaeng?”)

you, though, were way too high on cloud 9 to think of anything complex, so you just said anything that came to mind

(it is worth saying Hee wouldn’t mind it at all; you looked adorable with that dreamy cast on your eyes)

he would be holding your hand all the time, stroking your knuckles but being mindful not to let his ice cream drip down…

...but would 10/10 laugh a bit if yours did

and then probably be the one to clean it up

you both would head home much, much later in the evening, after the sun was set and the stars were out

because then he’d like to watch them, mustering the courage to tell you that yes, they were beautiful, but they could never compare to you

<sigh>

one song: Fairy of Shampoo by Tomorrow X Together

one ice cream flavour: pistachio

Jay

going out for ice cream with jay would look like 2 am: a haphazard idea to escape an insanely busy week

Jay would text you out of nowhere and possibly wake you up; not that it bothered you too much

it would be one of those times when you just gotta do something spontaneous, otherwise it suddenly feels like wasted time

(talk about craving adrenaline lmao)

so the conversation you two would have basically goes like

“ice cream?”

“when”

“in 15”

“k”

and that was... it

Jay would take you to a random, small convenience store a few blocks away from your house

the weather would be cool—winter was nearing—and the sky would be pitch black, with no stars or the moon out

you would both be buried in gigantic hoodies, but Jay would refuse to place the hand that wasn’t holding the cheap ice cream on his pocket

cus then he wouldn’t be able to play with your hair as you found your way to a bench, resting your head on his lap and talking softly

the stillness of the night felt weird when you knew these same streets would be so noisy during the day

you stayed pressed close to each other all the while you were there, somehow afraid of disrupting this quietness

Jay would go back and forth between casual, existential-crisis-sparking questions (“why do you think we met?”, “isn’t it crazy that every single thing about this day could have been different if I had picked another shirt?”) and dipping down to kiss you, trying to get a taste of your ice cream

the time you'd spend there wouldn't be like any date you had been in—you normally enjoy a good movie together or cook—but it somehow felt nostalgic in a way you can’t explain

he’d take you home and stay over until dawn, playing songs on his phone to divert you both from the urge to sleep so you could keep talking and cuddling

one song: Another Day by Stray Kids

one ice cream flavour: Neapolitan

Sunghoon

going out for ice cream with Sunghoon would look like 9 am: Christmas is just around the corner

he would surprise you by knocking on your door on an early morning, wearing nothing too fancy but with hopes for a pleasant day

neither of you would know what got into him—he is not usually the one to suggest such a silly adventure—but he'd tell you he’s seriously craving something cold

so out you would go, with a grey sky that starts to flicker with the pale sun of the winter

the chilling wind would bite the skin of your face, but you barely feel it when you watch Hoon, red from the tips of his ears to the bridge of his nose

(adorable)

if the wind started blowing stronger, you can bet he’d make you dash to the nearest ice cream shop and then take a moment to catch your breaths inside

you would both really indulge in like, 4 flavours each?? today’s energy is chaotic, and you’re here for it bby

if there is one problem in your plan of getting the ice cream and going back to your place, is that neither of you even considered not choosing cones

which means you have to walk VERY slowly not to drop any of the colourful balls and toppings on the frosty sidewalk

when you do manage to get back home, though, I can not begin to describe how soft of a day this would be

you and Sunghoon would lay out every single blanket you own on the living room couch, getting ready for a marathon of cheesy Christmas movies Hoonie pretends to hate

key-word: pretends

you two would have the time of your lives and probably skip lunch to have more cosy treats like hot chocolate (pLEASE, the temperature shock, kids don’t do this)

Sunghoon would hug you snug against his chest while you eat, saying that for some reason your house is freezing, but that’s okay, we know the truth

boy wants cuddles

one song: Christmassy by THE BOYZ

one ice cream flavour: peppermint

Jake

going out for ice cream with Jake would look like 4 pm: you had just packed your things to leave the picnic jake had planned

it all went faultlessly, with a flower bouquet, a charming checkered towel, tiny food, forehead kisses, you get the image

(yes, this absolutely is my ‘Jake is the perfect boyfriend’ agenda, and y'all are gonna have to follow it)

and I know this is very specific, but do you know how sometimes we just miss summer and kinda wanna re-live it, even if it’s not even close to being summer?

yeah, this is what would hit you and Jake—because you share 2.5 brain cells

the weather would be clean, and the grass under your feet crisp, with cherry blossoms adorning every corner of the park

clouds would graze through the blue skies leisurely, and it'd be at that same pace you two would find a tiny ice cream cart

you'd get your ice creams and, even though there were many empty tables to sit at, something in you would simply want to sit on the grass again and

really enjoy the moment?? you know what i mean??

so that’s what you do

you would be in the cool shade under one of the tallest cherry trees at the park, and Jake’s ice cream would melt into a puddle because of the sheer amount of fun he was having, placing the fallen petals on your head

his words, not mine, but they made you look like an actual fairy

and then you would probably regret having taken them off

he would take you to the dorms as the sun started to set, after many needed hours of breezy snickers and gentle kisses

you would either spend the night or leave much after dinner because, with Jake, dates are supposed to last an entire day, so buckle up

one song: Lillac by IU

one ice cream flavour: chocolate & orange blossom

Sunoo

going out for ice cream with Sunoo would look like 2 pm: under the scorching sun on your beach trip

when the first signs of summer appeared, Sunoo would start to plan a beach trip for you two—well, he would try his best, but Heeseung and Jay would definitely help too

so there you would be, hearing the crashes of the waves and taking in the heat on your skin

Sunoo would be glowing, I am telling you

there is just something very hopeful and candid about the summer at his age, so I think this is when and where his beautiful personality would shine the brightest

he would be SO thrilled to get ice cream you would probably do it twice the same day, going for different places and flavours each time to really savour the experience

Sunoo would interlace your fingers tightly despite the heat and then run with you to the ice cream place he would have looked up, telling you all about their remarkable flavours

he would enjoy it the most if you could share a banana split or milkshake instead of getting your own cones because it just adds to the feeling of proximity he loves so much

so yes, you’re gonna share a banana split with him

you’d eat, feed each other spoonfuls of different flavours, and then chill for a while, talking about how nice the whole trip has been before you go out again to the second shop

this one would be one of those retro, adorable places, you know? with all the neon signs, the checked floor and "hopelessly devoted to you" playing somewhere in the background

I think here neither of you would mind what ice creams you get because it’s all about the atmosphere; it feels so much like a movie it almost bursts his heart fdjfhkdj

I’m gonna end this by saying you did really try to take ice cream back to the boys when the sun started to set, but, oops, it was too hot for that

one song: Higher by Blanks

one ice cream flavour: bubblegum

Jungwon

going out for ice cream with Jungwon would look like noon: a local carnival, a few towns over from where you live

you two would be enjoying a sunny day, shielding from the heat time or another when you would stop at rides and games

I’ve never been to a carnival before because of where I live, but I can guess you could get sandwiches or fries for lunch??

honestly, Jungwon would insist on getting lunch because he’s kind of a responsible person and would bribe you to eat your food using ice cream

he’s that kind of boyfriend

anyway, the sky would be immaculate, no clouds on sight as you wander through the booths and look for the perfect ice cream place

you end up getting shaved ice because there is just something magical about having it at a carnival

no explanations needed

you two would switch who’s holding the cones while you stroll around lazily, choosing which games you wanted to play

he would win you an orange cat plushie after about 5 attempts at a dart game and beg you to name him yang and—who are we kidding? his name is yang now

(and Sunghoon will laugh about that later because only Jungwon could name a cat ‘sheep’)

after the ice cones are gone, I have a feeling you would either go on the maddest roller coaster you can find, for a once-in-a-lifetime kind of a thing, or take it easy and head to the merry-go-round

I feel like writing about the merry-go-round, so here we go: Jungwon would love to go just by your side so you could hold hands while going up and down, laughing until your cheeks hurt and trying to take pictures of each other

the pictures would come out blurrier than anything you’ve ever seen, but when it’s nighttime and you’re already home, they’d bring back the spark of undescribable love you had felt

one song: Youth by ONEUS

one ice cream flavour: raspberry

Ni-ki

going out for ice cream with Riki would feel like 3 pm on a Sunday: the autumn winds don’t seem to blow hard enough to alleviate your monotony

this would be an ordinary day for both you and him—too typical for your taste

no schedules, no homework left, no one doing anything interesting...

you know those days where nothing is objectively wrong, you feel like doing something… but then don’t have much energy to put into it?

yes, this is it

Riki would call you over a bit after lunch to hang out, play some video games and hopefully get some quality time together before his life turns chaotic again

cus then you could go for weeks barely seeing each other

:((

I imagine the other boys would probably be around you a lot that day as well, so it’s just some family bonding time

until a manager arrives with ice cream

cus then it’s war

I can’t explain why but for some reason, I think Sunghoon and Jay would be willing to actually fight for the flavours they want??

so you and Riki just

back away slowly—cus you’re NOT doing this today—

get one popsicle each, totally random, and then a bunch of other snacks he probably has hidden somewhere in his room

(scratch the “probably”, he totally does have a secret chest filled to the brim with everything a convenience store has to sell)

and go set up a Halloween movie the others were not excited at all to watch—don’t worry though, after some arguing you end up with hocus pocus

so, here’s the bottom line: a cuddle pile. everyone’s hugging everyone (Riki’s squished between you and Hee), throwing caramel popcorn around whenever someone wheezes too loudly and having the best day ever

you would totally stay over for more movies along the night

for as long as Riki and the maknae line are allowed to stay up, anyway, lol

one song: ANL by NCT Dream

one ice cream flavour: dark chocolate

#enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #jay park #jake sim #park sunghoon #sunoo #ni-ki #jungwon

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littleonebub · 2 years

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Serendipitous New Beginnings

Part 2

Everly moves to America for a year for a much needed break. Little does she know she signed up for more than she bargained for.

Pairings: Syverson x Everly Rakena (Asian OFC)

Warnings: Swearing. Drunken behaviour. Smut in future parts

A/N: Hello! Thanks to everyone who commented, liked, and reblogged the first part. It means the world to me that people are interested.

Word count: 1500

Huge thanks to @jessinchains for being my partner in crime with this fic. You truly are the Jwoww to my Snooki.

Not beta'd. All mistakes are yours truly.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sandcastle nor our Captain Syverson though I wish I did ?

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Sy POV

I’d been home for a bit; relieved to finally have some type of rest. Happy to be with my grandparents again, the joy of cookin’ for them somethin’ I absolutely love to do. I head into town needin’ to grab a few things. I park my truck at the grocery store countin’ things off my head in terms of what I need to get for dinner. I kill the engine about to hop on out when I see a certain someone leavin’ the store.

I see Everly in navy blue scrubs, a black long sleeve top, her long black gray hair tied up in a messy bun. She’s carryin’ a bunch of groceries walkin’ alongside Georgia Anderson who is hobblin’ along in a cast and crutches. I’d heard from gran that Georgia broke her leg after fallin’ down the stairs. I overhear them as they stop by a car near me. Everly loading her groceries for her.

“Oh thank you so much, sweet girl. You’re such an angel helping me out,” Georgia smiles at Everly, “now let me thank you by dropping you off home, sweetie. It’s the least I can do”

“You’re welcome. And it’s okay. You don’t have to” Everly smiles back, politely declining her offer.

“Oh, it ain’t no trouble at all. Plus you don’t live that far from me.” Georgia insists. Not takin’ no for an answer.

“Are you sure?”

“No doubt, missy. Now c’mon and jump in”, Georgia waves her in. Everly helps her into the car first; takin’ her crutches and poppin’ them at the back before climbin’ in the front.

They drive away talkin’ and laughin’. I can’t help but smile to myself. Seems like Everly is the town’s guardian angel.

Sy POV

How the fuck did I end up in an R&B/hip hop club late on a Friday? Who the fuck knows?

One minute the men and I are bar hoppin’ from one dive to another, and the next thing I know I’m in this godforsaken place.

Everyone’s pretty hammered, I ain’t feelin’ too bad. Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for these numbnuts, and I guess ‘cause I’m their captain that goddamn responsibility automatically ended up fallin’ on me.

This ain’t my usual scene and I ain’t really feelin’ it, but with glasses of whiskey to stomach this place who am I to say no?

The boys have let loose, shit talkin’, and tryna get laid before we get deployed again, I’m just here for the ride.

The place is packed, the lights low, the bar a shinin’ neon beacon for anyone and everyone that wants to get fucked up.

The music is loud, bass reverberating through the building as there’s people all over the place; some dancin’ on the dance floor, grindin’ on each other. Some around the bar takin’ shots and drinkin’ their night away. Some just chillin’ with their friends on some leather seats spread around the joint.

The boys make a beeline for the bar, and I ain’t too far behind them.

We’re pushin’ our way through the sweaty bodies when we finally make it.

A round of tequila shots get ordered, and I get myself a Jack on the rocks.

The boys are loud, obnoxiously so but what else would you get with a bunch of single men in their 20’s and 30’s tryna blow off some steam? I’m feelin’ my age nearin’ 40. I’m gettin’ too old for this shit.

I’m pulled outta my thoughts when I hear Pepps.

“Godfuckingdamn, who are those fine as ladies!?” He hollers loud as fuck, a hand on his chest, the other against his mouth.

I roll my eyes. They’ve started huntin’.

I pay no mind just sippin’ on my whiskey when someone approaches me.

“Hey, you” they whisper into my ear.

I turn to see a hot blonde on my right. She’s tall, nearly my height with heels on. She’s got green eyes and her lips are painted red which matches her short, tight, red dress.

I’m about to say somethin’ when I see Pepps in the corner of my eye approach a group of ladies, I’m guessin’ the one he was losin’ his mind over just a second ago.

Somethin’ makes me stop and look; squinting tryna get a better look.

One of them ladies look familiar, she’s got long gray hair when it clicks..

“Sorry ma’am, if you’ll excuse me”, I tell the blonde.

She doesn’t look too impressed, her sultry look quickly turning into a scowl, no longer lookin’ as hot as she did.

“Whatever” she rolls her eyes at me, stompin’ away in them heels.

I ain’t bothered. My curiosity has gotten the better of me.

I make my way to the boys and they’re all laughin’

“What’s that fool doin’ now?” I ask BJ as I take a sip of my drink.

“That muthafucka thinks he has a shot with that girl with the long black gray hair” BJ splutters out, nearly chokin’ on his beer.

I look over and my instinct was right… it’s Everly.

I watch Pepps walk on right over with the swagger of a hundred rappers.

A sly look in his eye and a cocky smirk on his face. I gotta give the kid somethin’, he’s got balls especially puttin’ his arm around her. She grabs his arm, and drops it by his side shakin’ her head. The boys start crackin’ up.

That doesn’t deter Pepps though. He’s talkin’ tryna get an in.

Suddenly Everly smiles, big and bright, and says somethin’. Pepps suddenly not lookin’ as confident. He takes a minute to think before he finally decides to answer. It must’ve been wrong ‘cause the all girl’s laugh and wave him goodbye.

He comes on back over lookin’ confused.

“She don’t want ya, huh?” I say grinnin’.

“She said she’d gimme her number if I guessed her age right” he says.

We laugh. Fool. Good luck guessin’ an Asians correct age. Male or female. No one can tell.

“What’d you guess?” I ask curious.

“21” he says with no hesitation.

“Nah man, I bet you she’s nearly 40” BJ chimes in.

“No fucking way, I bet you late 20’s like 28”, Pat offers up.

They all take turns guessin’. I ain’t even gonna try.

The song changes and I see Everly and her girl’s make their way to the dance floor, clearly a fan of this song. The boys still debating amongst themselves.

“My bitch love Coco! Woo back, baby!” It comes loud through the speakers.

I ain’t seen her since she was at the store in her scrubs two nearly three weeks ago, and by god does she look different outta them.

She’s on the dance floor laughin, rappin’ along with the song, her girl’s and her clearly havin’ a good time.

They’re all dancin’ together, close as fuck. When I see her slide on over in front of one of her friends, grab their hands placin’ them on her hips as she starts backin’ it up, grindin’ against her.

The boys must’ve noticed how quiet I’d been ‘cause they look on over to see her drop it down, shakin’ her ass in time to the lyrics.

“And I got a bad bitch, ass up

Face down (Face down), yeah, she love doggy style (Uh-huh)”

She starts mock twerkin’ and jumps up laughing, all the girls do too as she grabs her friend behind her, giving her a hug.

They continue dancing together, and the boys and I look at each other. Eyes wide.

“Hot damn..” Pepps mutters.

“Dude, you never had a chance with her”, BJ wheezes out, he can’t stop laughin’ over Pepps confidence.

I laugh and shake my head, draining the rest of my drink.

Well, this is certainly a different Everly to the one I’d met at the clinic.

She dances for a bit longer and then goes and whispers something in her friend’s ear, and starts making her way to one of the doors at the back.

The boys have moved onto Jägerbombs as I go and buy a bottle of water, and start to make my way towards Everly’s direction.

Pepps already scopin’ the place out for his next victim.

I make it outside, the door closing with a loud clang when I see her to my left. She’s leaning against the brick wall, legs semi bent, head turned up towards the night sky with her eyes closed.

I don’t head over straight away; I’m too busy admirin’ her.

She’s got a full face of makeup on nothing too much, but enough to enhance her looks.

Her long hair is out, she’s wearing a snug ribbed long sleeved dress accentuating her figure with tight suede thigh high boots. Fuck, she looks good, too fuckin’ good.

The thumping of the bass from inside makes the wall shake as she lets out a small breath.

I take a few steps over to her.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #henry cavill fanfic #captain syverson x ofc #asian oc #fanfic #serendipitous new beginnings #part 2

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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I'll See You in my Dreams- Soulmate AU

AN: First off, sorry I didn't have this up earlier, I went through so tough writer's block that is kicking my ass and my school year has begun so I had to focus on that for a bit. Second, I wanted to say, the next thing I write is probably going to be the next part for Merman!Din because I hit 100 kudos on the fic over on Ao3. Third, starting probably towards the end of this week, maybe Thursday or Friday, I am going to start character takeovers. I will make a post about who it will be and how long it will be around during the morning and reblog it throughout the day along with any disclaimers/rules. I am thinking this is something I can do during the weekends when I don't have classes and Im not writing. Love you all and I hope you enjoy this fic!

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Pairing: Paz Vizsla x Reader

Words: 1K (sorry its short....)

Summary: What if you, someone from Earth, miraculously were soulmates to someone in a galaxy far, far away?

Warnings: descriptions of pains, sadness, yearning, soft love confessions and promises, unedited bc I am tired and just wanted to post this

The dreams, oh, the dreams….

They come and they never stop, always leaving wondering and wanting, aching.

You do not understand them, what they meant, if anything other than a manifestation of desires, but when he appears you feel like you are in another world, another galaxy all your own, made for you and him alone. He tells you you are his one, his only, and your heart soars with every small touch and smile. His whisper of your name, and promises sworn in a language so foreign, yet familiar after years of their whispered softness, cause you to feel like you're floating, like you are where you are meant to be, in this loving man's arms.

Only...each day as you wake, you come crashing down into the same disappointing reality, reminding yourself that he is not there, and he is only a cruel trick your mind plays upon you heart and soul each night, laughing as you wake to the same cold loneliness of day, ripped from the warmth of his arms that hold you each night. It had been like this since you could remember, even as you were a child he would appear in your dreams and ask if you wanted to play with him. He told you stories that his family, his culture taught him, the things that were even at that age obviously very important to him.nYou parents would praise you for your creativity when you repeated the stories to them. They never understood.

Your parents didn't understand why you never let go of this imaginary figure in your dreams. They couldn't comprehend why even after you grew away from the imaginary friend stage you still talked about the boy that simply did not exist to them.

The older you got, the more you realized that you wanted no one else but him. No one else could make you smile or laugh the way he could. No one else made you feel safe the way he did. No one could come close to making you feel cherished or content the way he did. No one could touch just how loved you felt each night when he gave you that shining smile, followed by an endearment in his sacred language- he had attempted to teach you a few basics at one point, but he only kept chuckling and teasing you softly as you tripped over the words he said so effortlessly.

It wasn’t until you were graduating high school and looking into colleges when it dawned on you how much you loved the man in your dreams. How you would never be happy with another, not knowing he was there, even if he was not real. You would never find anyone better than the boy you had watched grow into a man, than the person who listened to you talk endlessly about your life, the one you told all your secrets to never holding any information back because you knew he would never judge you. But this, this realization you kept to yourself, not wanting to share and find heartbreak from the one person you knew you would never be able to recover from.

So you pulled back slowly, never fully distancing yourself how could you, but you tried to never come too close, fearing the pain that would follow if you did. And you hated every second of it.

As you progressed through college, you both lamented your stresses to the other seeking comfort in just venting or just listening to the other’s voice. You were busy with school, stressing over finals and papers, while he was worried about his people, his covert who he was now lead and teach, he worried about the future generations as his people’s numbers kept diminishing.

Life and stresses seemed to take over and pass in rhythms. Soon you both found yourselves in a comfortable dance, but one that had each side aching for more but unable to ask for it.

By the time you graduated from school, on track already to work your dream job, you found yourself suddenly feeling hollow. A feeling that started showing up in dreams, a feeling that was only suppressed when you brushed against his hand, or he reached out and hugged you before you both woke. But it did not take long for the feeling to spread into your waking hours. Life became numb at best, painful at most. The feeling only getting worse as you were with him. Some nights it felt like your entire body was screaming for the man you could not have.

But it changed one night suddenly. You had not even got to say hello or hi to him before he pulled you into his embrace, whispering words of defeat, whispering how he could no longer hold back, being apart from you for so long hurt him. He said that his very soul was hurting and he just needed to hold you for the night. And you caved. You caved and held him as tightly as he held you, hot tears slipping down your cheeks as you hiccupped the words you never wanted to tell him. You stuttered through devotions and dozens and dozens of ‘i love yous’, and you were overjoyed, bursting at the seams when he returned each with his own love confession, with his own devotions for you. And you only cried harder, finding yourself slowly being soothed by his rumbling voice in his chest and his calm words.

You both stayed like that. The night ticking by but moving slower than normal, or it could just be the quiet nothing of the world as you held tight to each other. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, hopes to freeze in time and never wake again if it meant staying here wrapped in the other’s soft love and body.

But….like each night come to pass, you found yourself being lulled and pulled away from the man you loved so forcefully. He could feel it too, you knew he could by the way his arms tightened, and as his final words were whispered into your ear before you were ripped apart.

“Mesh’la, my fierce love, I swear on the name of my ancestors, that I, Paz Viszla, will find away to reach you in daylight. I will come for you, cyare, I promise with all my being I will come to you.”

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3pirouette · 3 years

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Fic: Hello, Darling (1/1)

Title: Hello, Darling By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette Disclaimer: They're not mine. Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: Instead, he reached for his phone. He hit the only button that seemed to matter at the moment.

Her voice was warm. “Hello, darling.”

“Peg,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Oh, your voice is just what I needed.”

Angst. Satisfies the Fake Dating a square for the Steggy Bingo Bash. AU, obviously.

A/N: Timeline is as close to sort-of right as I can make it for an AU. 2017 is post Civil War, 2016 is during Civil War, 2014 is during AOU, other time stamps should be self-explanatory. I hope this makes as much sense for everyone else as it does to me- this concept was a little hard to get on paper. I wrote this in about... 2 hours? Couldn’t sleep until I got this out of my brain. Also, I’m sorry. Please get some tissues. More AN at the end.

~*~ 2017

Steve flopped on the bed, wiping his forehead. They’d been training, hard, and he was drained. He and Natasha were spending their days whipping the new iteration of the team into shape and spent their nights sweet talking whatever government officials would listen to them while still trying to stay off the grid.

Their position in multiple areas was shaky, to say the least.

When he couldn’t sleep, which was most of the time, he wrote letters to Bucky, who was still in stasis in Wakanda. The letter writing was a calming ritual, and made him feel closer to his friend when he was doing it, but when he saved the letter instead of sending it, it left him feeling a little more alone than when he started.

He didn’t want to move tonight. He felt empty and exhausted and so very, very much like the small man he used to be on the rickety old bed.

He looked at the second-hand laptop, closed and charging on his desk, and turned away. He couldn’t take that feeling tonight.

Instead, he reached for his phone. He hit the only button that seemed to matter at the moment.

Her voice was warm. “Hello, darling.”

“Peg,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Oh, your voice is just what I needed.”

Her voice was warm, and there was a smile in it. “Well, I’m just a phone call away, as always.”

“Yeah,” he replied, just a hint of sadness seeping through. He took a deep breath and shifted up on the pillows, closing his eyes and holding the phone tighter to his ear. “We were training again today.”

“How are they pulling together?” She asked, bright and interested. “Has Wanda gained more control?”

“Every day,” he replied quickly, a smile quirking at his face. “She’s more powerful than I think any of us were prepared for, even her. She’s still doubting herself, though.”

Peggy chuckled through the phone. “After what she went through, I’d doubt myself if I were her, too.”

Steve rolled to the side, pulling a pillow tight into his arms. “True.”

“Give her time,” Peggy soothed him. “Think about how long it took you to get the hang of your new body.”

He laughed out loud at that. “What, all thirty seconds or so?”

“I seem to recall you crashing through a store’s front window display fairly immediately.” Her laugh was like bells, light and happy. “Though that was followed by months of tests, followed by months of kick lines.”

Steve groaned at the memories. “The tights… and those boots.”

“I rather liked the tights,” Peggy flirted. “Though, the point of my mentioning, is that it took you rather a few months in the field to figure out you could lift a tank, and that became one of your favorite tricks. Give the poor girl some slack.”

“Actually, fitting my entire body behind my shield was one of my favorites.”

“I still don’t know how you do that.” She sighed. “But it is quite a trick.”

“She is getting the hang of it,” Steve relented. “It’s just been… hard.”

“I can hear the weariness in your voice.” She was soft and gentle. Steve closed his eyes and pretended he was wrapping himself around her. “Have you been taking care of yourself?” She sighed when he didn’t answer. “Steve…”

“I don’t know how…” he drifted off, changing course mid-sentence. “I’m tired, Peg. I’m tired of fighting and running but that’s… that’s all that’s left.” He rolled to his back, throwing his free arm over his head, some of the plaster of the wall of the old boarding house falling on his forehead. He wiped it away with a heavy groan of frustration. “Back then, I had so many plans. After the war…”

“We shan’t be going there, darling.” Her voice left no room for argument.

He was quiet for a moment, the emotion boiling up in him. When he finally spoke, his words were soft. “I miss you. I miss you so, so much.”

The pause was almost too long, and it broke him just a little bit more. “I’m here, Steve. Only a phone call away.”

He sat up, frustrated. “For a little while I had it- I had everything. I had you, I had Buck, I had new friends, and I could… I was…”

“You were almost happy,” she whispered. “We’ve said these words too many times.”

“I don’t…” He took a deep breath and let his head fall to his hand. “I don’t know how to move past it. I can pretend I’m ok, but… but I’m not.” He laughed to himself. “I wouldn’t be calling you if I were ok.”

“I’m here for you, Steve,” she replied sharply. “You call me when you need to call me, when you want to call me. Good or bad. I just wish… I wish there was more good.”

“Me, too.” He cleared his throat, sitting up. “Tell me something good, Peg.”

He thought he could hear a smile in her voice. “Pulling yourself up by your bootstraps, eh, Rogers? Well, then, I can tell you that yesterday I came across a very silly video of a sneezing baby Panda and no matter what your mood, I promise you’ll feel better if you watch it.”

He pulled the phone away from his cheek when it vibrated in his hand, the video popping up on his screen. He laughed, despite himself.

“You always know exactly what I need,” he mumbled out loud.

Her chuckle was soft, just like he remembered. “Lucky, I guess.”

“I love you so, so much, Peg.” He turned serious. “I wish… I wish I could see you.”

“I love you, too, my darling.” She replied softly. “And I’m only ever just a phone call away.”

He could feel the familiar pangs of depression swirling, and knew talking longer would do him no good. Not tonight. “I should… I should go.”

“Good night then, my love.” Peggy’s words were so full of love he could scarcely believe it. “Don’t wait too long to call again.”

He didn’t answer her, just nodded to himself. “Good night, Peg.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear, looked at it, and tossed it across the bed. Like his letters to Bucky, sometimes he felt worse after talking with her. He laid back on the bed, the springs creaking under him.

He wasn’t going to sleep tonight, not with the way his gut was roiling and the loss so close to the surface. Her voice was always a double-edged sword. Some nights, it was enough to bring him back to life, to remind him of whatever little purpose he felt he had left.

Sometimes, it was only filled with loss and the could-have-beens and should-have-beens.

Sometimes, he wished Tony had never given her back to him.

~*~ 1988

“Anthony, get this blasted thing out of my face.”

“Come on, Aunt Peg, no one is better at telling me what to do than you are.”

Peggy looked up from where she sat at the table in what was supposed to be a dining room, but was often used as an extended work space when Peggy and Howard had to pull long nights. “Under no circumstances.”

Tony pulled a chair up next to her and held out the tape recorder towards her. “Under all circumstances.” He started ticking it off on his fingers. “When I almost blew up the garage when I was eight. First time I got caught with a girl in my room. First time I got caught with booze in my room. First time I tried to create a jet pack. Who yelled at me? You did.”

Peggy pursed her lips at him and turned in her chair. “Concerned correction.”

He smiled, shrugging. “See? Concern, correction… all things I’m going to need in the future.”

Peggy swiveled back and picked up a file, eyes firmly set on the writing though she wasn’t reading anything. “Things you need now.” She didn’t look up. “Can’t you go badger Jarvis? Edwin has far more practice at humoring you.”

He laughed and smiled sweetly, moving the tape recorder in front of her. “Indulge your Godson in an experiment?”

“I seem to indulge you Starks far more than I’d like.” She leaned back in the chair and tossed the file back on the table. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, you see, I actually need you to tell me…”

~*~ 2014

Tony hadn’t looked at these cartridges in years. He pulled FRIDAY up and loaded her, knowing the program would make do for now. He could make some upgrades, and mourn Jarvis, later.

He ran his fingers over the last few cartridges as FRIDAY was integrated into his systems and found one that he hadn’t thought about in decades. It had been so long that the ink was almost faded completely away.

He didn’t need the label to remind him what was on there. He remembered each story, each lesson, each crisp English word with a sharpness that he liked to pretend didn’t exist. It was the only AI that was as old as Jarvis.

Tony laughed out loud. There was no way Ultron would have come to be if this was the AI he’d chosen to run his life with instead of Jarvis. She never would have allowed it.

She never would have allowed half of his shenanigans. She had been right all those years ago: Jarvis had always indulged him more. Aunt Peggy had no qualms about telling him, and often stopping him, when he was about to do something stupid, whereas Jarvis would give him an exasperated sir and follow behind, helping to clean up the mess.

He could have used some of her guidance so, so many times since he built that armor. Before, too, to be honest. He should have revisited her AI years ago.

He should visit her in the nursing home.

He knew exactly why he didn’t.

He flipped the cartridge onto his work desk and slid the rest back into their box to be stored. Save the world first, tongue lashing from his Godmother second.

~*~ 2015

The icon showed up on his phone one day without explanation. Two hours later the text from Tony was nearly as mysterious.

Click the icon and you’ll be routed to an update on an old project, kind of like a phone call. Totally sanctioned, of course. I think she’ll get a kick out of it.

When he told her one day in the nursing home, she laughed.

“That boy had me record hours and hours of tape,” Peggy smiled. “I wondered if he ever got around to making it. I would have rather liked to have another one of myself around while I was still running SHIELD.”

“So, you did know,” Steve asked, “that Tony made an AI of you?”

Peggy looked at him, her eyes sharp and disapproving. “Of course, I knew. And while I didn’t ever say it, I was quite insulted that he eventually chose Jarvis over me.” She sat up in her hospital bed, gray hair falling in waves around her face. “Dial it up, let’s see what he got right, shall we?”

~*~ 2016

He was still in his suit and tie, his cheeks puffy with the tears he only let himself shed in the privacy of his hotel room. The church had been hard, but letting the coffin settle into the cold dirt had been harder.

She was gone.

And he was alone.

He picked up his phone, intent on checking his flight for the morning when an icon he scrolled past daily caught his eye.

He rubbed his thumb over the edge of the screen, temped.

He checked his flight, but it was perfunctory and he couldn’t recall, by the time his thumb hit the other icon, if it was still on time or not.

Slowly he lifted the phone to his ear. He knew from the few times he’d called at the nursing home with her that there wouldn’t be a ring tone, and that he had to be the first one to talk. “Hello?”

“Steve?”

Her voice through the line was young and vibrant, the way her remembered it from all those years back: red rimmed lips and bright eyes in just the vibration of sound.

He lost his breath.

“I’m so glad you called,” her voice was happy, bright.

He’d just left her in the ground, and yet…

Yet…

“Peggy.” He barely got the word out, the emotion choking him.

“Are you alright, Steve?”

“No, I…” he couldn’t speak. He didn’t want to continue, but couldn’t tear himself away.

“I’m right here, Steve.” Her voice was warm and welcoming, like honey and home and everything he was missing. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

He was quiet for a moment. He contemplated hanging up and deleting the icon.

Instead, he spoke, his words broken and full of loss. “I miss you.”

Her voice wrapped around him through the phone, “And I miss you, darling. But I’m right here. I’m just a phone call away, any time you like.”

He nearly laughed the way her words warmed him. She was so real- had always been every time he talked to the AI.

But she wasn’t real- just an amalgamation of information Tony had stored for decades.

He held the phone away for a second, contemplating his choices. He wanted to walk away, but the loss was still so raw. He pulled the phone back to his ear.

Just for today.

He told himself he’d pretend just for today.

Over the phone, he could pretend she wasn’t dead. Could pretend she hadn’t aged and lived on without him.

Just for today, just until he could get past this pain, he could pretend.

“I guess,” he cleared his throat, trying to banish the thickness in it from the tears, “I guess I should call more often, then.”

“Absolutely. I will accept nothing less, Captain.”

He smiled and sat on the bed, tears falling from his eyes as he listened to her voice.

It was just for today.

~*~ End Notes: Saved this to the end to avoid giving this away. Deeply inspired by Hayley Atwell’s episode of Black Mirror, “Be Right Back.” If you haven’t seen it, you should.

#Steggy Fic #Angst #Steggy Bingo Bash #3P's Fic #Steggy #Cannon character death #fulfills the fake dating prompt only if you squint #but I couldn't get the idea out of my head

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arshipweek · 3 years

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AR Ship Week - Shipping in AR Fandom

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This is the first weekly post in the lead up to Alex Rider Ship Week. Only 4 weeks to go!

This week we’re going to look at the current state of shipping in Alex Rider fandom.

A Not Entirely Scientific Look at the AR Fandom by rirren and pongnosis

AO3's categories provide a good overview of not just the AR fandom but fandoms in general and the sort of fandom content that gets posted on the site. The following two graphs cover the six categories options on AO3, excluding those fics where the author didn't choose a category. Fics can also have multiple categories, e.g. F/F + M/M or F/M + Gen, so the same fic can appear in multiple slices.

The first chart covers categories within the AR fandom (specifically the Alex Rider - Anthony Horowitz tag, i.e. not fics that only include the Alex Rider (TV 2020) tag), the second AO3 as a whole:

So what IS the state of the fandom compared to the average?

* Fully half of the fics in the fandom are categorised as Gen. In comparison, the AO3 average is 17 percent.

* The vast majority of shipping fics in AR fandom are M/M (see note 1), which account for 36 percent, where the AO3 average is 45 percent.

These two categories in total account for 86 percent of AR fics, and 62 percent for AO3 as a whole. So what does the rest cover? F/M is 8 percent for AR (22 percent for AO3), Other and Multi both account for 2.5 percent in AR (3 and 4 percent respectively for AO3), and F/F - which appears in 8 percent of AO3 fics in general - appear in 1 percent of AR fics (see note 2). That's ten fics in total. This is probably not a surprise to anyone who's read the books (see note 3), as the only thing that rivals Ahorz's shaky grasp of continuity is his (in)ability to write female characters.

So let's dig a bit deeper and look at the rest of the tags, split into general tags (tags that are not necessarily ship-specific) and shipping tropes:

(see note 4 for methodology)

The Alex Rider fandom, at first glance, is not a ship-heavy fandom and the additional tags only confirm what the categories already showed. There is only a single ship-only trope in the top ten most used tags in the fandom, and that's a nice, general Sexual Content. That one appears 117 times, only just beating out Fluff, which appears in 112 fics (see note 5).

The same is reflected in the fics themselves. Of the most kudos'ed fics in the AR category as of this posting, it's not until the fifth fic on the list (Synergy by Sigma) that we actually meet a shipping fic. Of the top ten most kudos'ed, five are shipping fics - and only four of them are pairings that involve an AR character (the last being a crossover with Sherlock/John Watson - homes out of human beings). Two of the other fics are Yassen/Alex, two are crossovers with Alex/James Bond.

For AR shipping tropes, the top trope - by a wide margin - is Sexual Content in 117 fics, followed by Underage in 58 fics (see note 6). Given that Alex is 14-15 in the books (and 16-ish in the TV show), the second one isn't much of a surprise. Lots of shipping fics age Alex to 18+, but shipping fics set during or right after the books that involve Alex will mean an underage pairing.

The next two shipping tropes are Dubious Consent (45 fics) and Rape/Noncon (31 fics). The midpoint between the two - Extremely Dubious Consent - appears in 10 fics and could arguably be applied to most of Alex's missions, too.

Age Difference is tagged in 27 fics and proves the difficulty of analysing anything across multiple fandoms. To people familiar with the fandom, Yassen/Alex fics have the age difference implied and isn't something most writers would even think to tag. To an outsider unfamiliar with the characters - or a particularly desperate reader in search of a highly specific kink some late Friday night in lockdown - a pairing alone says nothing, and they have only the tag to go by.

So that said, how does this compare with other fandoms? In 2016, the Fansplaining podcast did a survey of fanfiction readers. They got 7,500+ responses and a fun insight into a small chunk of fandom. When we compare those results with AR fandom, we get some equally interesting insights. Now that we have the popular AR shipping tropes, here are the ship-specific ones the 2016 Fansplaining survey found:

The hands-down most popular trope (in general and shipping-related both) was Friends to Lovers. Almost universally beloved, this trope proves a bit of a headache in AR fandom, given that Alex does not have a lot of friends that are actually mentioned in the books, much less ones we see him interact with. The TV show provided a nice departure from that, though, with Tom and the Point Blanc kids' much larger roles. Luckily for the book fans, Enemies/Rivals to Lovers makes it into the top ten of ship-specific tropes from the survey! This really broadens the field, as Alex has an abundance of those.

Interestingly, not a single one of the top ten tropes from the survey appears on the AR top ten as well. The AR top tropes are mostly sexual, the survey ones are mostly romantic. Is the fandom just that kinky? Is it just that horny? Is the source material just that dark? Or are we about to get an influx of softer Tom/Alex thanks to the TV show and get Friends to Lovers or Bedsharing into the top ten?

If you want to dig a little more into classic tropes, including those that don't normally make an appearance in the fandom, Tiermaker has a great fanfic tropes tier list and lets you make a handy chart of your personal HELL YES and NOPE.JPG tropes.

Until next week!

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Notes:

(1) Two-thirds of which (235) are Yassen/Alex, for those keeping count at home. The next one on the list is Tom/Alex with 25 fics. (2) Of the 10 fics, 4 are multi-crossovers. In total, only 2 (!!) have F/F pairings with at least one AR canon character mentioned in the tags that can be positively identified: Kyra Vashenko-Chao/Laura (despite the weltering earth and malevolent alps by laukyra) and Tulip Jones/Julia Rothman (The Rothman Scandal by mediaboy) (3) To the TV show fans, I can only say you're missing out on some quality rants about continuity, villains, and female characters ... which, to be fair, might be good for your blood pressure if you're not reading through nostalgia glasses. (4) Methodology for the additional AR tags: using a data scraper on the additional tags will give the tags but not the synonymous tags that AO3 uses – e.g. ‘Yassen lives’ will be considered a synonym of ‘Yassen Gregorovich Lives’ and filtered with it. For this reason, we have looked at the top ten tags along with the results from the data scraper and then checked a number of them individually as the number in the filter sidebar on AO3 will not be consistent with the search results. As an example: ‘Tom Harris/Alex Rider’ will show 25 tagged fics in the sidebar but will give 26 results when searched for. The last one is tagged ‘Possible Tom Harris/Alex Rider’, a synonymous tag which shows up in the search but not the sidebar-count (and which is also not tagged M/M for the same reason, which accounts for the difference compared to note 1). As a result, we may have missed some in our calculations. (5) Yassen Gregorovich Lives appears in 65 fics, narrowly making it into the top ten. The jury is still out on how many of those Ahorz wrote himself. (6) Given that Alex is fourteen for a lot of the series, that MI6 is screwing his future like a particularly demented rabbit, and Ahorz's kink for Alex whump, it could also be argued that any canon-compliant AR fics should come with 'Underage' marked by default.

(Disclaimer: All AR-specific data was current as of the writing of this post (February 21st, 2021). This is in no way scientific but still a hopefully-fun look at fandom. The authors have no conflicts of interests, but pongnosis is open to bribery and would really, really like to see more fluffy John/Helen fic)

#ARshipweek #alex rider #...#....#.....#mod posts #meta

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yanak324 · 4 years

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*Fanfic Friday* Rec List 📖😷

One of my favorite books is “Love in the Time of Cholera” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. As I was reading some of the brilliant stories I list below, I couldn’t help but think I should call this week’s rec list, “Reading Gendrya in the Time of Corona,” because honestly, fanfiction has been such a safe haven for me this week. I don’t know what I’d do without all this wonderful (and free!) entertainment our gendrya fam is feeding us.

This week’s list is a mix of stories that I’ve already recced that have updated and those that I dug up from the archives. (Think back to the glorious period of Spring 2019 when we were all young, ignorant, and hyped because our she wolf and blacksmith were eyef*cking the hell out of each other within the first 20 mins of Season 8...oh the good ole days.)

I’m positive the world will go back to moving at the speed of light very, very soon but for now, take a pause and enjoy the brilliance of our fellow gendrya stans and writers! And don’t forget to let them know how much you like it (kudos, comments, bookmarks, reblogs, the whole shebang 🥰).

Happy reading & stay hydrated & safe 🤓💦⛑

No Big Deal by @jepshe

Arya & Gendry are back on their bullsh*t and I am here for it. There’s nothing more delicious than these two fools dancing around each other, while having some incredibly satisfying sex. If that’s your cup of tea, check out this update! It’s certainly mine 😏🍵

My world goes soft (before the storm) by @thelandofnothing

Oh how I missed this story! Proof that Arya and Gendry will always find their way to each other in any universe. This one also features uncle!Gendry, very heated make out sessions (and epic smut) and in this update, Arya reflects on their budding relationship, how hard she’s falling (aw), and faces an obstacle. Storytelling at it’s finest...go read!!

in the heat of moments with your heart playing up cold by @ariastarke

This is a truly remarkable oneshot that gives us a glimpse into a canon-verse world where Gendry grows up in Winterfell alongside the Starks. It spans a lot of years and is told from Arya’s perspective as she grows closer and closer to Gendry, culminating in one of the best love confessions I’ve ever read for this pairing. Nothing tickles me more than good, quality canon writing that showcases the strength of Gendrya’s friendship and subsequent romantic relationship and this one has it in spades. Enjoy! I definitely did 😍

fight the break of dawn by @chasingforeverandaday

Speaking of excellent canon, one of my FAVE canon writers busted out with this gift for @welt-verbessererin that is not only very realistic (Gendry is tiiiired from all his weapons forging) but shows a sweeter side to Arya that we don’t often get to see. This one shot beautifully captures an intimate moment between our fave couple against the backdrop of impending war...and let’s just say, it left me feeling warm, cozy and happy. As @chasingforeverandaday‘s writing usually does. Check it out!

Forging the Broken Pieces of Us into Something Better by r_j_l

This is an oldie but goodie. I’m sharing the entire series here, because it’s just that good. It features a series of soft, smutty, romantic and at times angsty moments between Arya and Gendry as they try to establish a new normal amidst all the turmoil they’re experiencing. Also canon-set, also sexy, and deeply emotional. One of my faves from way back when and I know I’ll be returning to it again and again.

practice makes perfect by @kelleesioverhere

Every time this story updates, I can’t breathe. No joke. This is *the* best portrayal of Arya’s inner thoughts that I’ve seen written in a modern setting AND this is just hot as hell...the last update left me absolutely shooketh and I didn’t know whether to aww, fan myself, or just lie down and patiently wait for an update. This story should have a disclaimer on it that warns people to turn on a cold shower immediately after...or at least get an ice pack from the fridge. I had to do both 🥺🥴🥵

the overstay by @watersandwolves

The quarantine fic that was promised. Arya arrives in Storm’s End to help long-time friend, Gendry deal with his father’s estate only to find out Westeros is battling a nasty virus (familiar, eh?) and she’s stuck there for the foreseeable future. The first chapter was just a light tease of what’s to come but there were already some incredible nuggets of banter, subtle looks, domesticity, AND beautiful descriptions of Storm’s End. I can almost forgive @watersandwolves for not updating switch, if she updates this baby soon...but from what I heard, we might be getting both and we are so blessed for it. Can’t wait either way! Also, the title is stupidly clever and I’m here for it!

#gendrya #arya x gendry #gendrya fanfic rec #yana's fanfic friday rec list #reading in the time of corona #gendra modern aus #gendrya canon verse #ao3 #fanfiction #love #angst #fluff #smut #established relationships #beautiful writing #truly #i'm going wild with tags but idc #yana's fic recs

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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Ready, set, …

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: Set life has its quirks and challenges. A fluffy, smutty Henry fanfiction to get you through the week. Bedroom fun found at the end. Ps. I should start thinking of a name for this series, any good suggestions?

Word count: 5.832

Disclaimer: smut and fluff

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This is part 3 of the Tea for Two story.

Find the masterlist here.

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< Back to part 2

An early alarm clock went. 5 am. I heard Henry groan as he rubbed his eyes. ‘Fuck.’ He moped softly, pushing himself off the bed and silencing the alarm. I looked at his naked, muscular, slightly hairy form, grasping for clothes. Kal got up yawning and stretching in turn. The morning ritual. I looked at Henry sleepily. ‘Early shoot?’ I whispered. He rumbled. ‘They changed lines. I forgot that meant an early day.’ He sat on the edge of the bed, wiping some hair from my face. ‘Hello princess.’ He said softly. ‘Well, you go do your Witchy things then. I’ll see you soon.’ I rumbled. He smiled, bending over to kiss me. ‘And we might need some new condoms at your place…just in case.’ He nodded at the dusty pack of condoms that lay discarded on the night stand. I chuckled as he kissed me more deeply. Tongues fighting. He moved on top of me, his weight pressing me down. ‘Mmpff.’ He huffed in frustration. ‘Alright.’ He sighed and nodded while unwillingly getting up. ‘Time to go. Come on Kal. See you dear.’ He blew a kiss and left. Moments later I heard the door closing behind him softly.

The first few days flew by. It was less erratic at work. Much more hectic personally. Somehow press really got air of something happening. We saw tele lenses sticking out of bushes, the odd journalist jumping us when we were drinking tea outside of the warehouses in a short break. ’Mr. Cavill. Who’s this? Are you dating?’ The loud shrieky voice sounded in my neck. I had difficulty not showing utter disgust when a camera was pushed in our faces. ‘Good sir,’ Henry said, getting up, placing his hand on the journalists chest. ‘This is private property. I must ask you to leave and request permission to shoot at the Chamber of MM Media.’ ‘But are you dating?! Mr Cavill?!’ The journalist continued, while one of the security men came strolling in, grasping the man by his shirt and pulling him away. ‘How do you stay so calm?’ I grinned, taking my last sip of tea, watching Henry sitting back down. People around us didn’t even seem very impressed, already having continued with their activities. ‘It gets easier.’ He gave me a sweet smile, which truly was creepy when he was in full costume. ‘What’s the planning for the rest of your week?’ He asked, fetching his phone from his pocket. It was Wednesday. ‘Free Friday afternoon, shopping materials for Poland on Saturday, which we’ll probably discuss on Sunday, then free again on Monday.’ He scrolled through his agenda. I took the hint and grabbed my phone as well, moving it around on the table so he could see my schedule. He grinned, looking up at me. ‘Let me get to the wardrobe department and see if we can get you off the hook on Sunday. I want to take you out for a trip.’ I raised my eyebrow. “CAST CALL, RUN THROUGH IN 5, HALL 2.4..” He looked up, then quickly returned my phone. ‘Would you like that?’ ‘Yea. Sure.’ I said, not quite sure what trip meant in this case. I shrugged as he gave me a quick peck on the lips and rushed off to hall 2.

It sure was magical, how quickly he could fix such things. Within the hour, my manager dropped by to tell me I could take the Sunday off - which usually was out of the question. I looked at her in surprise. She shrugged. ‘Orders from above.’ I squinted my eyes in disbelief. Above? But there we go. It soon was Saturday and I was in the minivan with the department, getting back from a successful shopping trip. Everyone made sure to quickly move all materials to the shipping boxes, ready to go to Poland, snipping off little bits to use for the mood-boards. After that I walked to the hall where they were shooting the last few scenes. I sat down in a director’s chair and sipped on some green tea, looking at the hustle and bustle.

Anya plopped down in the chair next to me. ‘His kisses are different now.’ She said abruptly. I looked up, raising my eyebrows. She smiled an endearing smile, then studied me for a bit. ‘Had a good shoot day?’ I asked. She shrugged. ’Twas okey. Yours?’ ‘Got some pretty materials for your future dresses actually’ ‘Mmm! Cool. Hey, but about those kisses. I think he really, really likes you. He seems different..’ He cocked her pretty head, pouting in thought. ‘Really…’ I smiled, then looked at my cup of tea. ‘So are you joining him to the premiere?’ She asked in girlish curiosity. ‘The premiere? Oh, no. I’ll let you have the honours. Don’t want to have fans going wild over some casual girl on his arm.’ She squinted at me. ‘They first thought I was the worst choice EVER for Yennefer. Now they make fan porn of me. Fans are so weird.’ She shrugged giddily. ‘I’ll let them have the illusion of Hollywood for a moment longer.’ I winked. She laid her hand over mine. ‘He accidentally grunted your name when we shot a make out scene.’ We both snickered. ‘This conversation is so weird.’ I said, laughing at her. She shrugged. ‘Actors life.’

Not much later the last scene was cut and a flurry of set members once again flew out. Anya plopped out her chair, wrapping her arms around a tall man with full sleeve arm tattoos. She kissed him with childish excitement. Without looking back they walked out together, in full conversation. ‘Ready?’ I shot up in shock from his voice. He had sneaked up behind me and was standing there with his coat flung over his shoulder. He had already changed into his regular attire. ‘Ooph.’ I laughed. ‘You are quiet as a mouse.’ I wiggled out of the chair and smiled at him. He pecked me on the lips before holding out his arm, inviting me to take it. We walked out to his car as it was just getting dark. 8.30 pm. ‘Now for our trip. I’m invited by my horse riding trainer to a farm, just squeezing in a few hours in the saddle before Poland. I figured it’d be a nice outing.’ I looked at him. ‘Horse riding?’ ‘Like all fair knights do!’ He grinned. ‘Alright. Fair prince.’ I slithered. ‘Let’s fetch stuff at our houses, walk Kal, then drive there.’ ‘This evening still?’ ‘Yep, might as well get the drive over with. Can you drive?’ ‘Yea, want to switch?’ ‘No no. Just. Curious. Shift?’ ‘Of course. European remember?’ He snickered. ‘Americans ARE lazy.’

We had some quick food, fetched our things, walked Kal, then jumped into the car to drive north. It was deep in the night when we arrived. About 1-ish. And there was nothing around except for this romantically lit farm house with some barns. We jumped out and walked up to the house, some dogs greeting us with loud barks, tails wagging. A man came out in his night shift. ‘Ey ey. Easy boys…. Mr Cavill!’ A gruff, smoke-heavy voice sounded. ‘Mr. Games!’ The men greeted with loud pats on each others backs. ‘And ye brought a sweet thing with you.’ Henry moved aside, smiling at me. ‘Lisa. And careful. She can be feisty.’ Mr Games rumbled a loud laugh and hugged me tight. ’Welcome dear. Ai that wonderful smell about you. Honeysuckle?’ I looked at him in disbelief. ‘Actually yes. I don’t like perfume’s sold on the market so I wear..honeysuckle.’ ‘Such fine smell.’ He folded his arm around my back and guided us to the main house. ‘I got ye a nice little bed made. And ye know where everythin’ is. Make yourself at home. Me wife already hit the hay, so I’ll join ‘er if ye don’t mind.’ He chuckled with insinuating tone. ‘Of course.’ Henry said, winking. Mr Games prodded him playfully. ‘HA HA HA.’ He laughed a little too loudly, then nodded at me, before holding the door open for me. We walked inside. It was dimly lit. A wooden structured house with heavy beams, the smell of hay and horses protruding from its very core. The furniture was old english style. ‘Yer room is upstairs, hallway, far left. Bathroom right across. Sleep tight good folk.’ He whistled and his dogs eagerly followed him up the stairs, his short stubby legs making the stair steps creak heavily.

Henry yawned. ’Night cap?’ I looked at him. ‘Sure, why not. We’re off for 2 days, gods be blessed!’ I exclaimed. ‘Are you religious by the way? I’ve never asked.’ ‘Nope. You?’ ‘No, raised Christian, but not following.’ He pulled open some cabinets in the kitchen and pulled out two small brandy glasses and a bottle of strong liquor. ‘He makes his own, so, fair warning: it is strong.’ He put the filled glasses on the table. ‘Do you believe in a God?’ I asked. He sat down opposite of me, looking out at the dark fields outside. ‘I think it would be practical if there were a God. But never have I seen or heard him. So no, not a believer.’ We clinked our glasses. ‘And when did you learn to ride horses?’ ‘At my parents actually. We grew up on the Jersey Islands and our neighbours kept two ponies. Darling horses, but also so darn stubborn.’ He grinned. ‘Could you tell me about your sweetest memory of your youth, living there?’ I asked. He rolled around the drink in his glass, thinking. And so we talked for another hour or so. Eventually so tired, all we wanted to do was sleep.

It was around 10 when we woke up. And made love, as morning Henry so enjoys doing. I felt my innards burning from his pounding, laying on my back heaving heavily. ‘Goodness me.’ I laughed as he rolled over and supported his head, letting a finger travel over my body. He was panting slightly. I finally opened my eyes, seeing he was looking a bit pained. I reached out to him. ‘Hi.’ I said. ‘Hey.’ He returned, his eyes twitching between loving and regretful. I looked down at his glorious body, noticing something… missing. ‘C…ondom?’ His face broke in agony, his gaze looking at something on the bed table. ‘It broke.’ ‘Wow..you..’ I got up in shock, looking at rubber, then at him. ‘Do we need to get you a morning after pill?’ He said meekly. ‘Hopefully not, I am pretty steadfast with the pill.’ I looked at him in disbelief. He sighed, ashamed. ‘I’m so sorry.’ I let out a breath I was holding. ‘Oh I’m so glad I use the pill. Please tell me next time. Oh my..this could have gone wrong.’ He sat up, looking apologetically at me. ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘It’s okey. I just..didn’t notice.’ I sighed, then looked at him lovingly. ‘It should be alright.’ I continued, cupping his cheek. He smiled weakly, then pulled me close. ‘Ohhh. I’m such a fool!’ He said melodramatically. I snickered as I pulled his heavy body on top of me, hugging intently.

The day was filled with horses. Saddling horses, walking with horses, riding horses, combing horses, haying horses, moving horses from field to field. Henry clearly got the knack for it, gently and without force leading the horses around. ‘It’s all in the hips and eye contact.’ He said, leading a mare ahead, with a few horses following. It was just the two of us, as Mr. Games was drying off some horses at the stables. The day was running late and food smells were flowing out of the kitchen. ‘Mares love good hips huh?’ I joked, earning a cocky smile from him. ‘Well all joking aside, my hips are …sore.’ I said, somewhat surprised by that. He laughed at me sweetly. ‘Then let us rest.’ He said. ‘I thought you’d never say it.’ I grinned with a mocking tone. He raised an eyebrow at me, smirking.

The days flew by and before we knew it we were driving back to the Hollywood Hills. The return of bright lights, stressed out honking cars and general mess that was the city, I couldn’t help but sigh. I loved my work, my friends, the closeness of everything you need, but there sure were downsides to living in the city. He squeezed my leg while he drove south to drop me off at home. Our goodbye was sweet and relaxed. It had been good to be with each other for longer then just a few minutes. The eraticness was gone and had made place for trust and comfort. We kissed a long while in front of my door, Kal waiting impatiently to go in like he usually would. But this time we really said goodbye at the door. I stood and watched while Henry made his way down the stairs, Kal following with wagging tail. Down the stairs he turned around to look up, waving at me one last time before disappearing. We were getting better at it, I smiled, walking inside of my dark apartment. I didn’t even bother turning on lights, just dropping my stuff, brushing my teeth and heading for bed. It would be another busy week. And, the last week here in the US, which made shooting all the more crazy.

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I was exhausted by the time it was Saturday. I could sleep anywhere, anytime. And yet I had to pack my stuff for my flight tomorrow evening. It was only now I really started to miss Bib. Usually it would be a whole hustle to get my way too old cat in the plane, having to do all these health checks, her being completely paranoid for the rest of the day. No more of that. I plopped on my bed. It was 11.30pm. I opened my Whatsapp to check on any messages. No message from him yet. I sent him a kissing emoji, followed by a sleeping emoji. ‘Flying tomorrow. When do you get to Poland?’ I fell asleep and only woke up again when the alarm clock buzzed 8 hours later. I groaned. He had responded. ‘Sleep well dear. Probably arrive there on Wednesday evening if all goes well. Wish I could travel with you :) Safe travels and contact me when you arrived!’ Followed by a picture of all his stuff being packed. All the picture frames, dog toys, some workout gear, put into boxes. I snickered. I didn’t bring quite as much with me. Just clothes and a few books. I owned this home and kept all my valuables in a locked closet, then rented out the apartment to colleagues who worked here off and on as well. I had to miss my stuff for these months, but oh well.

We were flying. I was completely dazed, barely striking up conversation with colleagues flying with me. I was too darn tired and all I wanted was that day off after landing. If anything I realised full well I wouldn’t be able to keep up this lifestyle forever. It made good money, which I invested wisely just so in a few years I could settle down and pick a more quiet hobby-that-made-some-money and live off the earnings of my investments. Always better than what most colleagues were doing; blowing through the money like there was no tomorrow. Expensive cars, clothes, going out for dinner every single night and then complaining they couldn’t go to the dry cleaners multiple times a week. Silly folk. I watched a simple romcom, listened to some music, tried to sleep in the rather uncomfortable seat I was situated in (squeezed in between two sizeable ladies who were talking extremely loud and were sweating like whales). I couldn’t describe the happiness when the captain announced we were starting to land.

*Lapalice caste*

It was morning in Poland, the sky and buildings as grey as last we were here. The communist building style really didn’t do any good for this culture. Nevertheless, it was a relief when the crew’s bus arrived and we were transported to the countryside. We were starting the set build at a castle, an artistic 20th century interpretation, absolutely lovely. A small encampment had already been made with running water, hot showers and a large food area. This would do for the next month. Our manager immediately started with nudging us to come up with ideas for the brainstorming session tomorrow, but I, like everyone else, simply ignored her. ‘Tomorrow Lazz. Don’t want to have more of us burned out.’ One of the men said, tapping her on the shoulder. We were escorted to our quarters. Shamefully..it were small bunk beds. I rolled my eyes. Well, no privacy then. Trying to stay awake for a little while longer I walked around a bit and sent a selfie with the set in the background to Henry. ‘Smells medieval to me!’ I added. ‘Gonna switch to European SIM. Add my number: 316123456789.’ Also, being back in Europe, and having switched sim cards, I took the opportunity to give my mother a call. She answered after some waiting. Always a busy woman.

‘Dear! How are you? Oh such things I’ve heard! Are you sleeping well?’ She rattled in dutch. ‘Hi mom. I’m pretty good. Kind of jet-lagging. Just arrived in Poland. So, mostly trying to stay awake now haha. How are you guys?’ ‘So good! Oh, exciting news. We got permission to start rebuilding the back of the house. It’s gonna be so pretty. I’ll send you the drawings.’ ‘Cool! With the wooden porch?’ ‘Yes. Oh it’s going to be lovely. Hey but what did I hear..or read. Are you pregnant?’ ‘What? No mom. Who told you that?’ ‘Oh my sister, you know she loves following your work. She told me you were seen with this actor and he was touching your belly and all.’ ‘If I would be pregnant I’d surely not forget to tell you mom. No. No babies coming. But I am dating, yes.’ ‘Is he good to you? Or is it a she? That’s fine too.’ ‘It’s a guy. Actor yes. And he’s a darling.’ ‘Oh so maybe babies at some point then?’ ‘Mommm.’ ‘What?! I had babies by your age.’ ‘You’re insufferable at times mom. So how are grandma and pa?’ I diverted the conversation. ‘Not great, you should call them. They have moved to a senior house and they absolutely detest it. Poor folk.’ ‘Ay…’ We chatted for a while longer. It was good to speak to her again, her voice rattling happily through the phone. At times it’s hard to remember how important family is, until you reconnect.

I ended the call and saw some more messages coming in from Henry (seen as an unknown number, since I switched SIM card). A whole selfie diary of what he had been doing that day. Working out, walking the dog, some more firewood with a shrugging emoticon (definitely hinting at jerking off) and finally a selfie of him having lunch with some of the cast. I snickered. ‘Busy man! And miss you a lot :) Especially seeing the tiny, tiny bunkbeds they got us xD Goodbye privacy..’ I typed. He responded. ‘We’ll make up for that on Wednesday then.’ Wink. I smiled, then wondered if they had installed the trailers yet for the lead actors. I started strolling around the area, and sure enough the shiny aluminium trailers appeared at the far edge of the campsite.

The next few days was mostly just scouting the area for good shoot locations, collecting material and starting the build of the set for the first week. It was decidedly more relaxed then the previous weeks. To which I was glad. It also did wonders for the team spirit. Many nights we were huddled around campfires, drinking hot wine and making music. It sure felt like a small holiday. And I got to know my colleagues a whole lot better. We worked in a team of 15 for set design. 2 Of them were apparently going to get married in a month’s time, right after our crew was let off, 5 of them had gone to the same college, and most of them were utterly curious about my relationship with Henry. I kept it a bit under the wraps, but spoke honestly about how much fun we had. And how normal it felt. And yes, we were all official. ‘You are..so lucky. Urgh.. Why not me?’ One of my gay colleagues blurted out. We all snickered. ‘It’s the vagina I’d say..otherwise you surely would have had a shot.’ I winked. He warped his mouth in oo-ing shape. ‘Oh Hell! I’d let myself be rebuilt if that means I’d have a shot.’ We all belted out a loud laugh.

Wednesday came. The sun was starting to break through the grey clouds for the first time these days. How suitable, I thought, sipping my morning tea while looking over the hunting grounds that were being prepped for a scouting scene. More bushes, white biodegradable dye after which fake snow would be added. We were sitting around a large wooden board on two scaffolds, serving as huge meeting table. Materials for clothes were splayed out. I wasn’t really paying attention, since this part of the production would be running when I was already off-duty. ‘Hey, whatcha think, light or darker blue for him?’ One of the ladies woke me from my day dreaming. I stood up and looked at the scraps of fabric. ‘Darker. Besides the bias works better on this fabric.’ The lady smiled contently. ‘I told you.’ She said, looking at the other dressmaker who shrugged in slight annoyance. ‘Like she knows anything about cloth making.’ She shot me a dirty look. I shrugged in return, smiling. ‘Who knows!’ Which annoyed her even more. ‘It is indeed a better fabric to cut on bias though.’ The other woman retorted, nodding at me to acknowledge me. After they wrapped up their little meeting, the woman came up to me. ‘You sew?’ I looked up in confusion. ‘A bit. Made some costumes for fun before I got this job actually.’ ‘Good. And you helped buy they fabrics too right?’ ‘I was more a dumb force dragging along fabric rolls, if that counts as helping.’ She smirked. ‘Well silly questions maybe. But..Any chance we can borrow you for a few hours tomorrow and stand in for some fittings. Much better then that Polish girl they found. Can’t speak english, doesn’t understand fit..Urgh. And can’t have Ciri look like a mess.’ I raised my eyebrow, surprised by the request. ‘Uhmm..I’ll have to check my schedule. We’re doing a run-through around 12. And..and I’m not sure we share the same..build…Freya and I’ ‘That’ll be fine. Both small figure. We’ll do a further fit when she arrives - she got delayed…actresses…’ I shrugged, looking at my phone to check my schedule. ‘Alright.’

Not much later the main crew arrived in a large black bus. The first one getting out was Kal, who sprinted out like he hadn’t seen daylight in days. He sniffed and peed everywhere and greeted people with great excitement. The crew gladly petted him and started helping unpacking. Henry and Anya were in conversation when they got off the bus, joking around. Freya indeed wasn’t there. Hmm.. Then Henry noticed me and smiled an even broader smile. He walked up to me, carrying some of his luggage which he dropped to the muddy grass to give me a deep kiss. ‘Hi princess.’ ‘Hey you.’ I said with cheeky smile. He looked up to see what Kal was doing, now playing with one of the camera guys. He sniffled. ‘Good to be here. How are you?’ ‘Good actually. It’s been some lovely relaxed days, just building up, having campfires and the weather’s getting better too. How was your trip?’ ‘Decent. Some turbulence which got the ladies screaming.’ He rolled his eyes with amusement. I snickered. ‘But all went well…’ He fell quiet for a bit and looked at me. And I just returned his quiet stare, smiling. ‘Already found my trailer?’ ‘In the back, far right. A trailer with a view of the lake.’ I winked. ‘Best view in town.’ He smiled in return, folding an arm around me. The very weight making me have to shift my feet in the slippery grass. He stared out over the fields around him, looking at the crew walking around with set pieces, smiling proudly. I just took the moment to wrap my arm around his lower back, leaning into him.

‘Yea let’s get my stuff to the trailer and find something to eat. I’m starving.’ He said, his stomach rumbling. I snickered, diving away from underneath his arm and walking to the bus to grab some of the stuff I knew to be his. We walked up to his trailer, his PA already waiting there to hand him his key and schedule for the first week. ‘Argh..and back to dehydration nightmare again.’ He said, glancing over the schedule. We moved his stuff in, unpacked all his picture frames and put them on top of the floating kitchen cupboards and set up some dog food and water for Kal. He walked back to the door, pulling it closed. I could see his eyes darken with lust while he pinned me against the kitchen block. ‘No bunk bed here.’ He growled. ‘Mmm I have to do a run-through in 10. Later.’ I whispered in between his shower of kisses. ‘Mmpff.’ He cupped my jaw in his large hands. ‘I can’t wait.’ ‘I know.’ I snickered, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before moving to get back outside. He stopped me with one arm, grabbing me around the waist. He bit my neck playfully. ‘Rrr.’ He growled into my ear. I giggled, squirming in his arm. ‘Let me go!’ I puffed, pushing down his arm. He turned me around with great ease and looked at me, this time more sweetly, then smiled sheepishly. ‘Come look for me when you’re done.’ He said. I nodded, then pried myself out of his iron grip and made way for the set.

The camp fires were lit again and dinner was served. With the crew slowly growing in size it became more rowdy. I joined Henry and some stunt men around a fire, huddled against him while forking around in a plate of Chinese food. It was rather bland shamefully. The men were enthusiastically talking through some of the stunt work that had been planned. Burning building jumps, fighting with dogs, monster fights, the whole shebang. Henry was joining in with great excitement. He loved doing as much stunt work on his own as he could. A little boy’s dream of his. His arms flexed while he talked, his eyes gleaming. After dinner however, he soon lost out to his jet lag. He poked me out of my dreaming stare into the fire and whispered. ‘Join me?’ I nodded and smiled a tired smile. Without further ado we excused ourselves, I brushed my teeth and went to his trailer, Kal already sleeping on the floor, only his ears twirling up in curiosity.

Just moments after he turned the lock on the door I could feel his hands roam over my body. He pulled me flush against his chest, my back towards him as he sniffed my hair. ‘I missed this smell of you.’ He rumbled, lust trailing his voice. I sniffled, turning my head slightly so I could kiss him. ‘I’ve missed YOU.’ I whispered against his lips, a smile on my lips. His arms folded around me, squeezing me even closer as his head dipped down, his lips blazing a trail on my neck. ‘Very funny..Now..I would like to be patient, but…’ He swirled me around with a force I had not experienced of him yet. I barely had time to register what was happening when he swooped me up in his arms, needing just a few long strides to lay me on the bed at the back of the trailer. He quickly stripped off his clothes as I stared at him, my dazed head needing a good moment to take in what was happening while my gaze fell on his rushed striptease. I didn’t even think about undressing myself. He took my breath away as he had done a dozen times by now. That hair tumbling in unruly curls around his face, his flexing muscles, the slight smirk on his lips and that godly chest hair. By the time he looped his thumbs around the waistband of his boxers, he raised an eyebrow at me. ‘Undress.’ He simply commanded, his voice dark. I obliged gingerly, quickly wriggling myself out of my comfy outfit as I laughed at his impatience.

I was just about to unclasp my bra when he pushed me down on the bed, crawling on top of me. I gasped as one of his hands slipped around my throat (even though he was careful) and I immediately halted any further attempts to remove my underwear as his heavy body pushed me down, his lips meeting mine. Eager hands slipped down my panties, feeling how wet I already was for him. He rumbled a low chuckle as he reached his arm out towards a small drawer next to the bed, his eyes not leaving mine. I raised an eyebrow as he rumaged around in the drawer, finding what he was looking for: a condom. He kept his eyes trained on me as he ripped the packaging with his teeth, not looking away once. I felt myself get wetter by the second as I looked in his lust-laced eyes, hearing his ragged breath. He pumped his erection a few times before putting the condom on, his eyes finally trailing away. He looked down at his erection, now eagerly pressing against my hip. And he sure liked what he saw, because when he looked back up there was that all-familiar question in his eyes. I took a shallow breath, which was apparently enough of an answer as he pressed his lips against me more feverishly.

He was..impatient..to say the least. His lips bruised mine deliciously, making me moan and groan in response while his right hand moved aside my panties. He guided his erection to my folds, rubbing it generously against my core - earning another longing moan from me. Then he got up a bit, making eye contact once more. DO IT - I thought, but he waited, just tilting his head slightly. And so I wrapped my legs around his hip, pulling him inside of me. We both gasped, savouring the feeling of becoming one. He slumped forward a bit, leaning heavily on his arms as his head dunked down to bite the soft skin of my neck. Without breaking contact, he slowly pumped out, before pushing all the way back in. I groaned. He was so big. And hard. I scratched at his back as he started to slowly up his pace. ‘That smell.’ He rumbled, lowering it to a tone that sounded more like Geralt then Henry. I groaned and moaned as he started a frantic speed. ‘Oh gods.’ I moaned as his lips attacked my neck, jawline, cheek, forehead, eyelids. He did not leave one bit of skin untouched.

I felt he was getting closer to his release and tried to pry one of my hands in between us, to stimulate myself. He groaned, realising he had neglected my needs. I opened my eyes, seeing he gave me a pleading look before he pulled my arm away, pushing me over on my belly before pulling my hip up. My head still pressed to the mattress and my butt in the air, I felt a bit vulnerable. I tried to turn my head to see him, but he pushed my shoulder down. ‘Like that.’ He said darkly, and before I could protest he pushed back inside of me again. I groaned. He could reach even deeper in this position, hitting my cervix in a way I wasn’t sure I was enjoying fully. I wanted to sit up, change the position, but his strong arm kept pushing me down. He started to push into me again, something I wasn’t so very much enjoying. ‘Babe..’ I gasped, my voice laced with pain. He folded over me, pausing his thrusting as he finally touched my bud. I could feel his lips on the skin of my naked back. ‘That better?’ He asked, a touch concerned. I immediately felt that all familiar electricity coil up inside. I gasped again. He bent over further, involuntarily moving inside of me. I squealed it out as he hit an unfamiliar place inside of me, an orgasm bursting through me making my whole body shake. Was that my g-spot? I thought after some seconds. I had even forgotten about Henry’s heavy body pushing into me, only realising he was asking me if I was okay when the haze lifted. ‘Baby? Hey?’ He was holding himself still, his lips next to me ear. I finally managed to turn my head towards his face, a smile on my lips. ‘That was..’ I started..but couldn’t finish. I burst out into laughter. He nuzzled my cheek, finally understanding. A husky laugh rumbled through his chest. ‘Are you okay?’ He finally asked, his face more serious now. I nodded, closing my eyes and wiggling my hips, immediately feeling his erection hard inside me.

Staying folded over me like he was shielding me from the world, he started pulling and pushing into me. Again and again..and again. And boy. Did it feel good this time. His hand once more circled my nub while he played around with the angles of his thrusts. The higher he moved up my body, the more frantic were my shivers. I wasn’t even sure if it was just one very long second orgasm bursting through, or several. Not that I could even care anymore. I groaned, moaned and shivered while he pushed into me, his orgasm finally taking him over the edge as well. He groaned as his seed spilled inside of me, releasing the hand from my nub to steady himself. He took a few deep breaths, stilling himself, before gently pulling out. I flopped down on my belly, still shivering, while he rolled on his side. Our eyes met, a smirk on his lips. ‘I’ll remember that.’ He finally said as his hand travelled over my slightly shivering body. I sniffled, moving closer to kiss him. ‘Hi.’ I smiled, still dazed from my orgasms. ‘Hi.’ He responded, smiling a broad smile, pulling me even closer, folding his arms protectively around me. He nuzzled me, taking a calm breath. ‘How I missed you.’ I nodded in agreement, too spent to talk and instead just enjoying laying there in his arms until sleep overtook me. I had missed this indeed.

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Avengers - Natasha Romanov/Reader

Story Summary: Prompt Fill for “Why is that your password”

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy! This was just a cute short one I really wanted to write! This was my first time really writing for Nat, thus why it’s so short! There will be more fics with her in the future so if you’d like to be tagged when they come out, let me know!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters so don’t sue me please. I just really like them haha

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You collapsed onto your bed with a groan, burying your head in the pillow as your wet hair spread around you. The last mission had sucked, and you were glad to be home. What was supposed to be a simple two-day intelligence gathering mission had turned into two weeks of sleeping in an old cramped car as you followed your target on what seemed to be a last-minute trip down to Florida. You’d almost been made but finally, you’d managed to get all the information Steve had requested and had returned home. `

After being cooped up in the small car for so long, you’d been glad to take a long, hot shower and now you were just glad to be relaxing on your bed. During the mission, you’d barely slept, and when you did, it was usually inside the car. In short, you were completely exhausted. You quickly fell asleep on your bed, not waking until Friday let you know dinner was ready. Now awake, you made no signs of moving, merely grumbling to Friday that you’d eat later. As soon as you had finished pulling on a pair of pajamas, a soft knock on your door had caught your attention.

You opened the door with a small smile, your eyes lighting up when you realized who it was, “Hey Nat.”

It had been almost a month since you’d last seen your favorite assassin, she’d been on a mission with Clint and Bucky for about two weeks before you left. Your eyes roamed over, quickly checking for injuries, or at least that’s all you were willing to admit to. You’d been crushing on your teammate now for over a year.

“Hey [Y/N]. Too tired to join us for dinner?” she smirked, leaning against the door.

“Next time Clint or Bucky recommends I take a specific car I’m going to ignore them” you groaned, thinking about the cramped hell hole you’d been forced to road trip in.

She laughed and your heart jumped in your chest, she’d always had that effect on you but lately, it seemed to be getting worse. You needed to get ahold of yourself and fast. If you didn’t, it surely wouldn’t be long before you managed to make a complete ass of yourself in front of her. So far you’d been doing a good job of being normal around her, but you didn’t want to push that luck.

“Probably best you don’t ever listen to them” she grinned playfully, “How’d the mission go thought?”

You waved her inside and collapsed back on your bed, enjoying the feeling of stretching out, “It was good. I got everything I needed, and some really great pictures of Florida”

“Oh? You can’t just say that and not show me!”

“They’re on my phone” you muttered. Leaning over to your nightstand, you tossed your phone over to Nat before spreading out like a starfish on your bed.

She caught the phone easily and tried to unlock it, snickering when she realized you had a passcode on it, “Can’t see the pics unless you unlock it [Y/N].”

“94369” you sighed, eyes slipping shut for a moment before you felt her gaze on you.

“Are you always so quick to give out your passwords?” She was looking at you with an eyebrow cocked, a disapproving frown on her face.

“Only to you” you smiled softly, “Besides. It’s not like you couldn’t figure it out if you tried, this is just easier.”

Her mind began to race as she struggled to find the pattern in the numbers, knowing they must hold some meaning to you. It wasn’t your birthday or any date she could even think of for you. After two minutes of thinking, she let out a low groan of frustration.

“Okay. Why is that your password?” she finally asked, giving up.

You were mostly asleep by this point, and you didn’t think before you softly mumbled “Widow.”

It wasn’t until you realized she didn’t respond that it dawned on you what you’d said. Your eyes flew open, all traces of exhaustion gone as you cautiously looked over at her. Her face was unreadable as she studied you. She didn’t speak as you slowly sat up on the bed, her gaze never breaking from yours.

“Why?” her voice was flat and you bit back the nerves. If you lied she’d know immediately, it was time to come clean.

“Um…” you paused, taking a deep breath, “I may, kind of, sorta, love you?”

Silence settled over the room and you swallowed heavily. She made no move to speak and your fears began to run rampant as she moved to look out the window behind you.

“I’m sorry, Nat. I didn’t mean to make this awkward” you sighed, “I know you don’t feel the same way as me and I definitely didn’t mean for you to find out, especially not like this. We can just pretend this never happened.”

“What if I can’t?” her eyes snapped to yours, “What if I can’t pretend?”

“Nat..?” you questioned softly, eyebrows pulling together as you studied her face, searching for any sign of how she was feeling.

Instead of responding, she merely got to her feet, your heart sinking lower inside your chest as she did so. However, she didn’t turn to the door. Before you could figure out what was happening, she was standing in front of you, her hands reaching out to cup your head softly as she lowered her lips towards yours.

She stopped only an inch away, giving you a chance to pull back, to stop her. You surged forward, capturing her lips in yours, your hands moving to rest on her hips. The kiss was all passion, no hesitation, no second-guessing as she pushed you back onto the bed. You rolled without breaking the kiss so that you were on top, and pulled back slightly to catch your breath.

“I love you too, [Y/N]” Nat was as breathless as you and you grinned, leaning down again to capture her lips again. It wasn’t long before hands were wandering and clothes were shed as the two of you explored each other. This had been a long time coming, and neither one of you wanted to waste another moment.

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bobasheebaby · 5 years

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Ava Adore- Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 2

Pairing: Drake x MC; (past) Liam x MC

Word count: 1,927

Warnings: incorrect medical practices, blackmail, manipulation, Evil Liam

Summary: A trip to the doctors and leaning on friends for support.

A/N: This chapter starts the major canon divergence. I will try to incorporate elements that still fit with the overall story but here is where we go completely rouge. A huge thank you to @sirbeepsalot for all of her help and advice and being an ever patient sounding board. (MoE thanks DoE as well.) This chapter is named for Ava Adore by the Smashing Pumpkins, it so perfectly fits Liam.

Series warnings: Evil Liam, dark!fic, deceit, manipulation, dub con, possible NSFW content, possible character death. This is taking the Liam from TRH to the extreme, he is not the Liam we know and love. By clicking read more you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

Drake sat frozen in fear and worry. He announced it. He already announced it. Liam’s words still ringing in his head. ‘...as the king of Cordonia, I’m honored that they’ve allowed me to appoint their future child the royal heir.’ It felt as though there was a weight on his chest making it so he couldn’t breathe. What if something goes wrong? After their conversation on the jet he’d thought that perhaps the announcement would come later in the week after they’d seen the doctor. ‘Dr Ramirez is the best.’ He took a deep breath, releasing his fears. Everything will be fine, we’re both young and healthy. We don’t need to worry, this is just a precaution, nothing will come of it. He turned, smiling at Rebecca as the doctor came in, smile on her own lips. Okay nothing to worry about. We can do this, it’s for Liam, he’s my best friend. I’d do anything for him and he'd do the same for me.

Doctor Ramirez sat, smiling wide. “Well everything looks promising, there’s just one thing that’s bothering me.”

“Oh?” Drake swallowed. Don’t tell me we let him down already.

“It’s nothing to be worried about really. It’s just a small concern and given your rushed timeframe to produce Cordonia’s next heir I would like to address it.” The smile never leaving her face as she waved away Drake’s worry.

“I guess that makes sense.” Rebecca replied feeling more at ease at the doctor’s reassurance.

Dr Ramirez nodded empathetically. “Now as I said it’s minor, normally I wouldn’t be worried, but as the future queen or king of Cordonia is at stake I want to address it now.” She glanced back down at her paperwork. “It seems Duke Walker, that you have a slight motility problem. It’s very minor, but the concentration isn’t what I would like to see either.”

“Umm, Okay.” Drake blanched, everything coming down on him at once. If the country didn’t have an heir it would be his fault. She said minor, that it could be addressed now. “How exactly would you address this issue?”

Dr Ramirez flashed a hundred watt smile. “Oh it’s very simple. These issues usually come up when the scrotal veins are dilated, we would simply go in and repair them. It’s a very simple, easy, minor outpatient procedure.”

Drake’s eyes widened and darted to his crotch. Surgery, on my… it’s for Liam, for Cordonia. “Okay. When can we take care of it?”

“Usually it wouldn’t be able to be taken care of for a few days, weeks at most, but as we are talking about Cordonia’s future monarch I can fit you in later this week.” Dr Ramirez turned her gaze to Rebecca. “Duchess Rebecca, you should have no problems conceiving once we’ve done the procedure, however I’d like to get you started on prenatal vitamins right away. I will send you home with a script but I also have a special concentrated version I could give you as a shot. You see you should really be on prenatals for three months prior to conceiving if you are trying to get pregnant, and with it being our country’s future, I really don’t want to take any chances with his or her health.”

Rebecca nodded. “Whatever you think is best.”

Dr Ramirez sat back in her chair, finally dropping the smile from her face. She hated the lying she had to do today but she was given no other choice, she couldn’t say no to the person who asked. She grabbed the picture of her family, the happy faces glaring at her in judgment. I did it for you! She slammed the picture frame face down onto the desk, the glass cracking on impact. She raked a hand over her tired face, jumping as her phone ringing broke through the silence. She looked at the number flashing on the display. Breathe, you did what he asked. “Hello?” Her voice high and cheery.

“How did the appointment go?”

“Perfect. Your Majesty, absolutely no issues.”

“What did I say about formalities? We wouldn’t want anything to happen to your beautiful family because someone found out what I was up to, would we?

Dr Ramirez paled, her throat going dry. “O—of course not. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. You were saying?”

She swallowed thickly. “Yes, I said there were no issues. I gave her a depo shot and he’s scheduled for a vasectomy on Friday. They are willing to do whatever for the future of Cordonia.”

“And they suspect nothing?”

“No, they are fully onboard no trouble at all, they are happy to serve the crown.”

“Good.”

Rebecca covered her mouth as she yawned. “Why am I so tired? I thought vitamins where supposed to give you energy.”

Drake chuckled lightly. “It was a concentrated dose, it’ll even out. And you’re sure you don’t mind if I stay up?”

“No have fun.” She rubbed her still flat stomach. “Soon there will be the next heir growing here and our days of partying and staying up will be numbered. Have fun.” She kissed his cheek. “Just don’t stay up too late we need to get sleep while we still can.”

“Li, are you sure you want the future of Cordonia resting in Drake’s balls?” Maxwell slurred his hand swinging to hit Drake’s shoulder only for him to miss falling forward in his chair.

Great. He’s drunk. I knew I shouldn’t have told him how the appointment went! “Max…” Drake growled, his tone low in warning.

“I’m sure. I have the utmost faith in Drake and his…” Liam trailed off. “I trust that we will soon be announcing the heir of Cordonia is arriving in no time.”

“Are you sure? Maybe you should ask someone else, I mean Drake said the doctor said—”

“Maxwell, your drink is looking low maybe you should get another, and maybe one for me too?” Drake cut him off. Another drink is the worst idea ever but I need to get him away from the damn table before Liam learns everything.

Maxwell jumped to his feet, nearly tripping over his limbs. “You got it buddy.” He staggered off in search of another drink.

“Are you sure he needs another drink?” Liam asked with an arch of his brow.

“No, but it got him thinking about something else.”

“You’d tell me if something went wrong at the doctors right?”

Guilt wrapped around Drake, ensnaring his limbs, squeezing them tightly to his body, making it impossible to breathe or move. “Of course.” Liar!

Liam’s chestnut eyes softened, he placed a gentle hand on Drake’s forearm. “Drake, you can tell me, was what Maxwell was saying true?”

Drake sighed his head dropping back. How the fuck did I get in this mess? Oh yeah, I trusted Maxwell… “The doctor said that under normal circumstances she wouldn’t even worry yet, but given it’s the future of Cordonia on the line she recommend a procedure.” He drew out the last word. Dammit why is it so hard to lie to him? “To fix the vessels. She said we’d be fine to conceive naturally after.”

“Drake.” His voice soft and full of understanding.

“Li, I swear if she had been worried I would have mentioned it to you, but you have enough on your plate with the unannounced guests, and everything else. Hell, I didn’t want to make you worry about this again.”

“I completely understand, and I thank you for worrying about me, but you need to worry about yourself too.”

“Right.” Drake nodded.

“I would hate to see something happen to you because you let yourself become too stressed. Remember you are as important to me as an heir, I couldn’t imagine what I would do if I lost my best friend, my brother, because he overstressed himself about giving me an heir.”

A few days later...

Rebecca let out an exaggerated groan as she eased herself into the hot tub. Not too hot, wouldn’t want the tabloids to report I don’t care about the future heir, again. The warm water melted her stress away and eased the tension in her muscles. She rolled her head to the side, her eyes remaining closed in pure bliss. “Thank you for suggesting this Liv. I didn’t realize how much I needed it.”

“Don’t mention it.” Why Liam wanted me to suggest it instead of doing it himself is beyond me. “I figured after the way you handled the invading kings and queens you could use a day of relaxation.”

“Definitely.” She opened one eye. “Is it normal for people to ask for betrothal agreements before the child is born?”

“You’re asking the woman who was married off by her parents at the age of four.”

“I’m sorry Liv, forget it.”

“No. It’s fine. I’m over it.” Mostly. “But to answer your question, some nobles will make betrothal alliances, but most aren’t that extreme. I’d worry about their hidden agenda.”

Rebecca nodded her head. “Yea, it seemed a little off. I mean I’m not even pregnant yet.”

“You signed on to carry the heir, everyone will be waiting to hear news, and wanting to be the one to make a betrothal to elevate their own status.” Her voice growing harder.

“Right.” Why didn’t I think about that before I said yes? Change the subject! “I noticed Bastien has been absent from Liam’s detail.”

“Yes, Liam sent him to Lythikos to help me look for any loophole to get me out of the agreement, we came up empty. He asked Bastien to stay behind and catalogue what we did find on Anton and my parents involvement, I don’t know why, there was nothing useful.”

Rebecca nodded, a pit of regret forming in her stomach. Why did I bring up betrothal agreements? Stupid! “Thanks for suggesting the spa day, and convincing them to turn down the temperature.”

“Don’t mention it.” Olivia replied with a laugh. “Besides, they wouldn’t want to cross a Nevrakis.”

Liam smiled as she walked with poise and purpose through the duchy, expensive bottle of whiskey in hand. Everything was falling into place, he could clearly see the end when she would once again be his. “Drake.” He clasped a hand on Drake’s shoulder, his smile threatening to widen as he took in the frozen bag of peas on his crotch. “I brought you a little something before I head back to the palace. I wanted to treat you because you wouldn’t be in the pain you are if you and Rebecca weren’t trying to conceive an heir for me. I won’t ever be able to convey with words or gestures just how thankful I am that you would agree to this.”

Soon. I will once against know the feel of her skin, the taste of her on my lips. Soon, she will once again be mine.

Drake’s chocolate brown eyes widened. “Li, that’s a really expensive whiskey.”

“Nothing but the best for my dearest friend.”

“Thanks Li, you didn’t have to. You know I’d do anything for you.” He nodded to his lap. “Even endure a little pain. All I want is for you to have the chance to be as happy as Rebecca and I are.”

“And I will never stop thanking you for giving me that chance.”

“Like I said Li, I’d do anything for you. Just like you would for me.”

“Of course. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for my best friend.”

Oh Drake, I truly am sorry I had to do this, but you took what’s mine...

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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For the fic game: B, F, G and L 💕

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

A lot of my stories can be inspired by situations I’ve been in, or conversations I’ve had or just personal things I would very much like to vent. But in terms of like, a story that is 100% just me and personal experience given to a character? Diligence. And I can’t read it without hiding, thinking I went too hard and having to bail out.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I’m gonna kinda cop out on this one - because I knew it was either going to be something soppy or romantic. Which I just love hitting people with - and when those lines come to me I’m always like “Take note Future S/O!” or it was going to be from My Baby™.

So, inevitably, I chose this snippet from Sway Pt.1 -

“Well, apologies for not realising you owned a restaurant on the riviera.” – Damn, that confidence had come out of nowhere, maybe it was the adrenaline but you sure were glad of it. He was clearly amused; “You never exactly asked.” “Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly ask for your number either.” “Oh, you remembered I gave it to you, I haven’t seen you try calling it.” “You know girls like to leave guys waiting. Right?” “Not even on the cab ride home?” he shook his head “I thought Friday went down well.” “Would you call a guy that didn’t even give you his name?” “You didn’t seem all that interested in finding out.” You weren’t sure if you were riled or impressed that he was pushing this all back on you. “You seemed pretty good at saying mine.” Your friends switched from staring at him to staring wide eyed at you and you could see them bursting to ask the question. He almost took a physical step back; you were playing him at his own game. He liked you even more now. “Y/N. It’s a good name. I wouldn’t mind saying it more often…” His eyes flicked down the cut of your dress slowly – you’d already guessed that he wanted to pool this one on the floor of his little apartment too…

I think I’m particularly proud of this piece because for once I mixed dialogue and description in equal parts, sometimes I forget that and it’s just person A/person B/ Person A for sentence after sentence! Although they aren’t together at this point in time I wanted to get the banter, and the chemistry, and a sign of their relationship to come. Also when you look at these will they / won’t they conversations in context of the whole story I always feel proud of all the character growth. It’s just the kinda snark I LOVE writing. And the fun feel of it - which I think kinda reflected my feeling at the time - I just wanted to write something fun that people would enjoy. And like, I can never take away from it that it’s the very first piece I ever posted here. ❤ Also, when you write something with a specific intention and someone gives you feeback like this - I get the “see hot guy, wanna fuck him, let’s go to my place.” You started Sway like that and I really liked that. But there was a connection there. Both parties were interested and acted on it. How can you not feel proud that what you set out to do actually worked out? 😊🥰

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

OH! This is such a good question. It really depends on how I’m writing something. I can sit down and write something start to finish if I have time and am so inspired, and a lot of my shorter pieces are written in order. Usually if it’s something longer I will type out a framework and then write as scenes come to me. (For example, a lot of my series or over 10K projects are written this way - and I write all the connectors to the big scenes later) Sometimes inspiration may strike and i’ll write a completely random scene that I won’t know where it goes until much later (So could therefore be the beginning or end or whatever of a fic) I try to usually write from start to finish - even when writing my random scenes, I go “this is major scene one” “this is major scene two” and i’ll go back only to write connections.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

😅😅😅😅😅😅 Okay. I rarely, if ever, ‘revise’ a story in terms of deleting scenes or changing anything significant. When I edit however, sometimes I do add quite a lot in to help story flow. In terms of “editing” a fic:

If it’s very short, usually just the once.

If it’s longer, perhaps 2 or 3 times. But then it depends on how much time I have - sometimes I rush my editing (and I’m sure you can tell!!) and I’ll only give it a quick once over. Half of that is because I have a ‘schedule’ (Sunday/Wednesday) and I like keeping to that. I had a bad run last summer of finishing the fic the night of posting and hardly editing at all. I don’t ever want to do that again! Out Of Nowhere Girl part 2 will always be my darkest hour!

Having said that, some pieces will go through many more rounds of edits until I think they are perfect. Mostly because I had the time to background write them whilst working on other things. However - A lot of my work needs to be posted before I can actually do my final edits. This may sound really weird. But when I travel to work the morning after I’ve posted a fic I will read it back, and usually I find one or two things that need correcting - that even when editing something again and again I never spotted. And then that evening I’ll go back and fix those corrections Disclaimer: these corrections aren’t always fixed and I need to get in the habit of taking the time to go and edit back all my works Sorry this is SUPER long-! 😅 I guess I really do like talking about my work if people wanna “listen”--!!

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gotpropane-questionmark · 5 years

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Ok so this is my summer-christmas-gift for @irradiatedsnakes !

When Drake Mallard starts developing romantic feelings for his best friend Launchpad, he seeks for advices to the McDuck family...

Little disclaimer ; I’d like to precise that English isn’t my first language, so please be indulgent towards this piece of writing. But it didn’t take away any of the fun and love I had while writing it. It was a really great experience and I hope you’ll like it. :)

(This takes place a month after the events of ‘The Duck Night Returns’)

Ever since they first met, Drake started developing more and more feelings for Launchpad. He couldn’t exactly explain why and how but he knew that there was something special about him.

He wanted to ask him out for about a week now, but was way too nervous to do so. It felt like an impossible thing to do. But it also felt like something he had to do.

It preoccupied his mind all the time, and even Gosalyn was getting a bit worried. His mind was constantly somewhere else and he was a bit distant.

“Dad, what’s the matter ?” She asked tenderly.

“Dad”, the sound of that word resonated in him. Even after a year since he adopted her, the word ‘dad’ still makes him emotional.

“Oh nothing Gos, it’s just... grown up stuff” he said after a little hesitation.

He didn’t felt like it was the right time to tell her. How could he ? How could he tell his daughter that he’s in love with his best friend, that he can’t stop thinking about him, that he constantly feel the need to be close to him and that he cannot imagine a future without him ? No, he couldn’t.

Still in his head, he suddenly looked at the time on his Darkwing Duck themed watch. The gold and purple one. The 1995 collector model he got for Christmas when he was about Gosalyn’s age, and realized it was nearly 11pm. He quickly came back to reality and said: “Gos, are you trying to pull a one nighter again ? Come on, go to bed...”

“Ok Dad...” she said, disappointed because her plan didn’t worked.

He followed his daughter to her room and wished her goodnight. He also told her “I love you” approximately 7 times. He deeply cared about her.

When he went to bed, he had his last Launchpad thought of the day, but this time, he was even more decided to ask him out. He wanted to take him somewhere, for a date. Where they could bond, he could tell him about his feelings and could ask him on more dates.

The problem was, he didn’t know where to take him out. In fact, they knew each other for about a month and he still didn’t know much about Launchpad. His personal life was sort of... mysterious. He didn’t know much about it. besides the fact that he once ate 3 burritos in one sitting. And that he was really close to this ‘McDuck family’...

Then he thought: ‘‘What if I go to the McDuck’s tomorrow ? I can ask them stuff about Launchpad ! I’m sure they know him better than me.’’

The next day, he was even more sure of his plan. He waited for Gosalyn to go see her best friend Honker. He didn’t have to worry, he knew that as long as they were together, nothing could happen to them.

He then took the bus, to Duckburg. While he was in, he tried to think of ways to ask his best friend out and questions to the McDuck family without raising any hints of his romantic feelings for Launchpad. It’s not that he didn’t want to share the information, he just didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. Plus he’ll find a way to tell them later. He already had something big to do today.

When he arrived to Duckburg, he was a still a bit struck, even since the last time he was there. This big city was sure a big change from the calm suburb where he lived. He used to live in St Canard but when he adopted Gosalyn he thought that a little house near Duckburg was a safer place to raise a child.

He then asked someone about the location of McDuck Manor and they pointed out in direction of a huge bin, with a giant dollar sign on it and said ‘’the manor’s just behind that’’

A bit confused, he went into that direction. When he finally arrived, he found himself in front of a grid. He saw an intercom system and pressed the little button on it. The voice of an old woman answered, she had a British accent. ‘’Scrooge McDuck’s manor, who’s speaking ?’’

‘’Hum, Drake, Drake Mallard, I’m a friend of Launchpad’’

The grid opened.

When he arrived, he was pushed away by four kids playing around. It looked pretty dangerous. When they finally realized there was a stranger in the room they stopped what they were doing and looked at him. The situation was a bit awkward.

Dewey was the first one to break the silence, he shouted “Hey I recognize you ! You’re the guy in the costume who fought with Launchpad the guy with the other costume !”

Drake was confused but said “Hum, yes. Yes I am.”

‘’You see I’m a... friend of Launchpad. You kids seem to know him. Since I’m his friend, I wanted to... know him better.’’

Drake was wisely choosing his words, he didn’t wanted the raise any suspicions.

“Sooo what kind of food does he like ? What’s his favorite movie ? What about his musical tastes ? Has he ever mentioned things about his dating life ?

“Oooookay, it’s getting weird now...” said Louie while taking a few steps back.

Webby interrupted him :“If you want to know all these things, why don’t you ask him directly ? He’s in the garage ! Launchpad ! There’s someone who came to see you !” She started calling his name.

“I don’t think it’s gonna be- well I don’t know about this- how did you- is he really here ? I-I should just go- I...”

“Woah cool I got some company !”

At the moment Drake heard Launchpad’s voice his heart started pounding, and the little confidence he had disappeared immediately. He just wanted to get out of here.

“Hey Drake !” Nice to see you bud ! Launchpad said. “You wanted to see me ?”

“Umm, yes !” Drake decided to take all of his courage. It was too late to back down. “Yes, and I wanted to ask you... something.”

He realized everybody in the room was staring at him.

“Can we go somewhere private ?”

They were alone, in Launchpad’s room. Well more of Scrooge’s old garage. The place was small but personal. It felt like Launchpad.

“You wanted to ask me something ?” He said.

Drake took a deep breath and said: “Yes. I wanted to... see, we’ve know each other for a while- well a month but you know- and since then I started feeling closer and closer to you...”

“Hey me too !” Launchpad answered cheerfully.

��Y-you too !?” Drake was surprised.

The kids were bundled up to the door, trying to hear everything.

“Anyway, this last month has been really good actually and I think you’re the reason why...”

“Ah gee ! That’s nice ! Love you too pal !” He gave him a little punch on the shoulder

“Love-love, you love me ?”

“Yes I do ! You mean a lot to me Drake, and not only because of the whole Darkwing Duck thing, I love you.”

There was a short pause before Launchpad broke the silence and said “Wanna go on a date ?”

On the other side of the door, Huey, who managed to hear this part of the conversation said “Guys, I think LP just asked him out on a date”

“A DATE ?! How romantic !” Webby exclaimed.

As the kids started getting excited for them, they couldn’t help but move around and as they did the door which led to the garage opened and they all fell onto the ground.

Drake and Launchpad turned around and stared at the kids.

Dewey started chanting “Date ! Date ! Date ! Date !” And everyone followed. Even Launchpad.

When they all stopped chanting, Launchpad turned around to Drake, but he disappeared.

He left out a post it note on the ground that said “Can’t wait to see you Friday. Let’s ! Eat ! Burritos !”

Hey ! I guess my work here is done... Just kidding. Anyway I had so much fun doing this fic, it’s an exercise I really like to do and it certainly won’t be my last one !

Um I hope @irradiatedsnakes that you’ll like it ! And happy summer Christmas ! @ducktalessummersanta2019

#ducktalessummersanta #ducktales summer santa #drakepad fic

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freddiefcknmercury · 5 years

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Pairing: Cable(Nathan Summers) x Black!Reader Word count: 700+ Warnings/disclaimer: some cursing; mentions of death; mention of fire; Black Friday; A/N: Aaayyyyeeee I managed to pump out two fics in 12 hours. I wanted to write something Thanksgivingy but like fuck Thanksgiving? Soooo pie.

Happy Indigenous Peoples Day

Summary: You fell asleep early after your Thanksgiving food coma the next morning you slip downstairs to have breakfast but someone's is less than pleased with your decisions.

As always be nice to me I'm delicate • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

It's after 6am and while a lot of the mansion has gone out to get a start on shopping you're a smart cookie that's been buying Christmas gifts secretly all year. Black Friday means more than chaos for your anxiety and thus your powers. After last year's Old Navy fire you're not allowed back in that shopping centre anyway and it's safer that you stay home. Home where nobody is here to monitor your dessert intake thus making it socially acceptable to have pie for breakfast. You saunter your way down stairs into the kitchen. There's at least three dozen pies here and you're gonna take a hunk of each flavour available. Obviously Sweet Potato, Apple, some cranberry thing Colossus made that tasted alright and, as a member of the ABPLPP (Association of Black People who Like Pumpkin Pie), you're taking a slice of that too, Neena can fight you.

You decide to just grab an unopened container of whipped cream and dip your pieces indulgently since you're gonna be here a while. No sooner did you finish the Cranberry concoction did your life flash before your eyes in Cable form.

"You're gonna hate yourself for all this later."

For someone half metal he sure doesn't make a lot of noise. You didn't hear him step in and you all about choked on your bite. He walks over to pour himself a cup of coffee -heavy cream no sugar like a "real manly man"- stirring particularly clinky.

You cough a bit to stop yourself from dying.

"Jokes on you granddad, I already hate myself."

"Mmm. I remember that millennial humour. A lot of you die early."

He sits down across from you, sipping nonchalantly with one eyebrow raised. He thinks you're as easily disturbed as the rest but it's gonna take more than that to mix you up.

You place a hand over your heart and inhale dramatically.

"That's more comforting than you'll ever know."

You clean off your fork in your mouth and pull it out with a *smack* and a grin.

"I see the geriatric in the future get up just as early as they do now."

"Someone has to keep making sure you don't eat your way into a diabetic coma."

You gasp in mock shock."

So you've been watching me Nathan?"

He looks over his mug at you, unamused.

"What leave-in did I use last night?"

He gently sets his cup down and and looks at you less than thrilled that he knows the answer.

“Strawberry. But I can smell you from here."

He points at your buffet and props a foot up on the chair next to him.

"Just gonna hog the only cut pumpkin pie for your shit decision of a breakfast then?"

"There's like 10 more pumpkin over there you really don't have to nag me about this one."

"Colossus will notice if another one was cut into this early."

"Awww are you afraid of the Tin man?"

The idea of Cable being afraid of anybody is, in itself, hilarious.

"No. But I don't feel like sitting through another lecture about the moderation of sugar."

Cable can technically choose not to attend house meetings if he really wanted to, he's a whole ass adult. You're pretty sure he just wants to feel included in something again and let everyone else know he's there as well; community and all that jazz. Altough he does have a point, you're not that nice and he's just upset he didn't get his own sugar rush for breakfast.

"Well you should've thought about that before teasing me. Maybe I would've been willing to share this bit with you."

"Don't be a brat."

"Tsk tsk. The way I see it, you're just mad you didn't get to it first. So you can either join me in my indulgence for the sake of this genocidal "holiday" and just ask for some pie, or you can miss out. Up to you."

Quite satisfied with yourself you lean against the bar propping your head up in your hands, patiently awaiting his answer.

He leans back against his seat, arms folded, eyeing the situation in front of him. He stares you down hard for a long minute before sighing in defeat.

"Pie."

You slide the tin across the counter to him grinning in triumph.

“I'll get some different topping though."

You blow a raspberry which didn't seem to effect him one way or the other.

He sits back down with his own gently used container of whipped cream and you slide him the box of plastic forks.

"Resist the urge to eat with your hands."

He dramatically rolls his head back leaning in your direction.

"Thanks."

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Fic: The Good Doctor: Learning Curve (1/1)

Title: The Good Doctor: Learning Curve

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

The Good Doctor Series on AO3

Learning Curve on AO3

Story Summary: Peggy didn’t realize that she’d put her foot in her mouth when she’d asked Barton if he was a father.

Satisfies the Clint Barton Square for my Steggy Bingo Bash and Day 5 of Steggy Week: Favorite Trope/Genre. Usually the “getting used to the future” trope is saved for Steve, but I thought we’d turn it on its head a little.

A/N: Clint is… a mystery to me. He’s one of the characters I rarely write because I don’t feel like I have a good hold on who he is internally. As a square for my SBB, this is a challenge, but I really liked this idea, and I love this universe, so… Also, I now really like this soft, Daddy!Clint.

~*~

Peggy hated crying.

She hated showing anyone any kind of weakness.

She especially hated crying in the shared kitchen where anyone could come in and just see her standing in the middle of the kitchen, crying. Even though she knew she was alone, that didn’t make it feel any less public or exposed.

But she didn’t really have much of a choice, not when every single thing she’d tried to accomplish today had felt like a struggle and just out of her grasp and Steve was off somewhere and she was here, alone, trying to figure out just when to give up and try to talk to the disembodied voice in the ceiling or call Tony’s girlfriend who was currently all the way across the country.

She reached out to the counter, sniffling, eyes filled with tears from both the smoke of her burnt chicken and the emotional release she was having. She pulled at the slip of paper, trying to make out the number.

“You could just call her, you know.”

She jumped at the voice, warm and soft and male and very much not the AI she’d been expecting. She swiped at her eyes, sniffing away the tears. “I’m sorry?”

“Pepper. She wouldn’t mind.” The man gestured at the paper. “She’s pretty nice, once you get past that outer shell of cold-hearted CEO. She’s actually pretty down to earth.” He shrugged and moved past Peggy into the kitchen. “I mean, you could ask Friday for help, too, but she’s not as good as Jarvis was.”

Peggy watched as he moved around her, seemingly glued to the spot as he pulled her ruined chicken from what she thought had been an oven. “I mean, it’s not your fault everything around here is suped up to eleven.” He shrugged and tossed the chicken in the trash before he ran water in the tray and set it in the sink to soak.

“Who…”

Peggy didn’t even get out the whole sentence before he held his hand out to her. “Clint Barton.” He smiled, but it faded when she didn’t take his hand. He let it drop and moved back to the cabinets. “Picking up some tech and meeting the team in Hungry in the morning. Steve said you’d be here.” He started opening cabinets and picking through the cupboard. “Figured I’d see if there was anything worth scavenging here before we’re on freeze dried protein bars for the next few days.” He turned to her, face scrunching up. “They’re so dry.”

Peggy watched as he walked past the oven and flicked a switch, the overhead fan turning on and pulling the residual smoke from the air.

“Looks like there isn’t much… Wanda make any of that Pepper-stuff?”

“Paprikash?” Peggy stuttered out, still shocked at the ease he was moving around.

“Yeah!” He smiled and pointed at her, moving to the refrigerator. “I have no idea what’s in it, but it’s good.” He pulled out a glass container and smiled. “Bingo! Want some?”

Peggy nodded, shaking herself out of her stupor. “I’m afraid I’ll be of little use lest I burn down the kitchen.”

“Nah,” Clint moved around swiftly, barely looking as he pulled pots and spoons and bowls and set the stew to warm on the stove. “Friday’d activate the fire suppressants first.”

Clint leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, looking her over. “Please tell me you weren’t crying over just a burnt piece of chicken?”

She cleared her throat, feeling suddenly caught. “Well, I…” she let the sentence drift off, not sure if she could get it all out without falling apart again.

He let the silence hang for a moment before he softened his face as he busied himself but getting the leftovers on the stove. “Steve asked me to check on you. Said he’s been calling and calling and you weren’t answering.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “I… I…” Her hands flailed at her sides and the emotional release that had been so rudely interrupted by Barton’s appearance returned in full force.

He immediately moved forward, eyes soft, voice softer. “Hey, hey. Now it can’t be that bad.”

“I broke the phone!” She cried out, hands flailing in front of her and miming her frustrations out. “The little metal piece that goes in to charge it broke off and then I couldn’t charge it and none of the other ones would fit in it because I’d broke off the little piece inside and I tried to get it out but then I ended up making it worse because it wouldn’t turn on and I didn’t know how to fix it and then I was talking to Friday and I don’t know who Jarvis is but that woman in the ceiling knows nothing about phone and kept telling me to charge it and I couldn’t and…” She took a deep breath and dissolved into more tears.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Clint cooed, moving her over to one of the kitchen stools. “Sit. Take a deep breath,” he maneuvered away, filling a glass of water while he kept his eyes on her, “In for five, out for five, come on.” He modeled the breathing in front of her, waiting until she’d managed to even hers out before handing her the glass. “Little sips, ok?”

Peggy nodded, and he watched her as she caught her breath. When he seemed satisfied she wasn’t going to hyperventilate, he stepped back around and stirred the simmering paprikash.

She was quiet until she was no more than breathing heavy, swiping at the tears still falling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry. That was… I’m sorry.”

“You know,” he started, almost ignoring her apology, “If I’d been pulled out of green goop and found out it was seventy years later in an entirely new world and my clone had ruined everything I’d try to build, I’d be a little upset, too.” He looked up at her, a half-smile on his face. “No one expects you to understand everything right away.”

She didn’t even have to think about her response. “I do.”

“Yeah, well,” he ladled out the stew into two steaming bowls, “Maybe you should give yourself some slack, too.”

She watched as he slid the bowls over than moved around the counter, gesturing to the seat next to her. “You mind? I won’t get much company the next few days.”

“Not at all,” she whispered, taking the warm bowl in her hands. She breathed in the warm, spicy steam but didn’t move to taste it, instead watching cautiously as Clint started taking heaping mouthfuls.

“You should eat,” he murmured around another spoonful. “You’ll feel better.”

Feeling like a chided child, she took the spoon and dipped it in. She hated to admit that he was right: after a few mouthfuls, she started to feel more like herself. “You must have children,” she said softly. “You were really quite good at stopping that tantrum.”

She noticed immediately the way he stiffened up, the way he carefully didn’t look at her and the way he deliberately took another mouthful of the stew. Peggy didn’t realize that she’d put her foot in her mouth when she’d asked Barton if he was a father. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It’s none of my business.”

“No,” he replied softly, setting his spoon in the bowl and wiping his mouth off with a napkin. “It’s just….” He turned in his chair, leaning on the counter as he looked at her. “I’ve worked with these people for so long, and not one has ever picked up on that. Five minutes and you’re pinning me down.” He smiled and laughed through his nose, turning back to his stew. “What do ya know.”

Peggy kept her eyes glued to him. “What do you mean?”

He laughed for real this time and turned back to her, smiling. “They used to say that Peggy Carter was sharp as a tack. That she could look at you and know everything about you. But when Shield fell and everything with Zola came to light…” Barton shrugged. “People didn’t seem to tell the war stories anymore. Just kinda, phased Director Carter out of Shield’s history. But here you are, in the flesh, and in less than five minutes you’ve got me pegged.” He laughed lightly again, playing with the spoon in his bowl. “You really are that much larger than life, aren’t you?”

Peggy didn’t really know what to make of all he’d said, she was still catching up with all she’d missed, and had steadfastly stayed away from information on the other her. She shrugged. “I’m just an agent, Mr. Barton. A spy. One that takes pride in her craft.” She pointed at him. “You stayed calm in the face of a crying woman, something that not many men can do, I assure you. But not only that, you moved about and settled the situation without any muss or fuss. You’re kind. And Intuitive. And have clearly dealt with toddlers before.” She laughed a little at the last part. “It’s not a hard jump.”

“Three kids. Two boys and a girl,” he whispered, pride exuding from him. “And I do everything I can to make sure as many people know as little about them as possible so they can stay safe.”

“I’d say that’s a smart move in your line of work,” she replied softly.

“Yeah,” he said, daydreaming as if he could see his children before him. It was a long moment before he turned back to her, his melancholy gone and the confident, nearly hyper man she’d first met back. “Let’s get this cleaned up and I’ll help you get set up with a new phone, ok?” He pulled his out of his pocket and started pressing the glass screen before handing it to her, the rings loud in the quiet space. “But first…”

“Barton?” Steve’s voice carried between them loud and clear.

“Here with Peg, Cap.” He smiled at Peggy. “All is well except for a few technology mishaps and a burnt chicken. I’ll get her all squared away before I head out.” He handed her the phone. “You two chat for a bit while I get all this cleaned up.” He hit another button and Steve’s voice was smaller, coming from the earpiece at the top of the square.

Peggy mouthed a thank you as she pulled the phone up to her ear, stepping away and out of the kitchen, watching as the man moved with a lithe grace to clean up as Steve rambled away in her ear.

She placated him quickly, telling him what had happened and feeling no real comfort at his reassurances that it was okay. She hadn’t been lying when talking to Barton: she expected more of herself. The pace she was moving at seemed far too slow compared to the life she’d led, and she wanted out of the invisible boundaries that constantly popped up and surprised her.

Steve was saying his goodbyes before she knew it, and all too soon she was left with a dark cell phone in her hand the faint noise of Barton moving about the small kitchen. With a deep breath she moved forward, holding his phone out to him. “Thank you.”

His smile was small but sincere. “You’re welcome.” He turned, waving his hand over his shoulder for her to follow him. “There’s always an extra phone or two down in storage, between me and Friday we’ll get it all set up for you.”

She followed him wordlessly to the elevator and slipped in next to him, shoving her hands in her pockets to keep from fidgeting. “I won’t tell,” she blurted out somewhere between floors 28 and 22.

Clint smiled, but didn’t turn his head to look at her. “They all know now, anyway. But I appreciate that.”

“I know how hard it can be,” she nearly whispered, turning her eyes to the numbers instead of his profile, “to find people you can trust. To feel like you’re safe. To feel like you have something of your own.” She nodded. “I won’t tell. Ever.”

The door opened with a soft chime, but he didn’t move to exit, just turned at her and smiled a little. “You really are that good, aren’t you?” He extended his arm and tipped his head, waiting for her to step out of the elevator before he did, quickly moving next to her to lead the way. He stopped at the first storage room and let his fingers fly over the keypad. “You know, I’m glad he has someone.” The door slid open and he disappeared, Peggy rushed to follow as he moved down the shelf lined room. “I’m glad you have someone, too, for that matter. This does get lonely.” He stopped, scanned a shelf, and picked up a box, flipping it in the air theatrically before turning and presenting it to her. “We’re a bit of a mish-mash of misfits. The weird kids.” He shrugged, but didn’t seem all that bothered by his own description, “But if you need a friend? Back-up? There’s no one else I’d want to have my back than these people.”

Clint smiled at her as she took the box. “You’re a part of that now, like it or not. You call, we’ll come running. And once you’re ready, I have no doubts you’d do the same for any of us.”

Peggy looked down at the box then back up at Clint, still standing there smiling at her. She couldn’t help it if her eyes watered a little. “Well, that’s quite the tall order to fill.”

He didn’t answer, just smirked and patted her on the shoulder as he passed her. She watched as he walked back down the hall for a long moment before she ran to catch up, quickly realizing she neither knew how to get back upstairs through the labyrinth of the tower nor how to set up the new phone.

She also had the distinct feeling that somehow, she’d made her first real friend since being in the tower. Someone that saw her, not what she’d been through.

“We’ll start with using a cell phone,” he let his voice ring out in the space, “then we’ll work on being an Avenger.”

Peggy smiled, feeling like that was a feat she might actually be able to accomplish one day now that she knew she had more than just Steve on her side.

#steggyweek21 #steggy bingo bash #3P's Fic

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