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voidwritesstuff · 1 year

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LUCAS COLE HEADCANNONS

Fandom: in sound mind

♡Sorry for the long post! Im on Mobile and I cant add a read more :( also sorry for any military inacuracies! (Spelling???)

CW:Alusions to PTSD,talk about food, nightmares, war, war related trauma. Food poisoning, Lucas literally shot himself in the foot. Suggestiveness. Talk about religion (catholic/christian)

->reblogs and comments over likes!

♡Has some old records with music from the sixties, plays them when he misses his buddies or wakes up from a nightmare.(helps him relax)

♡knows how to Cook but he has no actual kitchen, this lead to him experimenting a bit too much and getting food poisoning.

♡still has the whole set of drums, sometimes he plays when he needs to let out his feelings. and he plays very loudly. The perks of living in a cabin in the Woods!

♡coffee addict, a microwave and a coffee machine are all the commodities he has.

♡cant sleep in a normal bed, hes too used to sleep on a cot,even pillows that are too comfortable prevent him from sleep. Though I Belive that he could get used to it again with time (his back needs It)

♡Back issues aside hes pretty well physically, Strong inmune system, very strong (can Haul all his groceries in one go), toned muscles (which have earnt him some bedroom eyes), has a shit ton of resistance and endurance. His knees tend to crack a little but thats about It.

♡likes to limber up and excersice outside, shirtless (people who have gone for a walk on Elysium park at early hours of the morning got some eye candy for breakfast)

♡he wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, even the birds are telling him to go back to sleep. Always makes breakfast in time to watch the sunrise.

♡hes a sucker for an all american breakfast,he sometimes Cooks it when he feels like treating himself (which is not often, mind you).

♡has picked up some books that talk about ww2, some that he was recommended (some from desmond or other people hes talked to). The one that hes read the most was a book recommended to him by Wheeler.

♡Every night he prays, at first when he was younger he was your run of the Mill, "born in a catholic family" Beliver, but after the war he Turned to religion as a way to cope. Hes not going to Mass every sunday but every once in a while he pays a visit to the old church of milton haven

♡Father Ted Krill has invited him over for some tea, Lucas has done some repairs here and there too.

♡When he feels particularly lost or in dispair he carries around a small rosary, plays with it absentmindedly (it was alphonso's).

♡when I tell you this Man can SING. HE HAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL VOICE (if we consider his vynil cannon. He can sing). Sings in the shower and on the road if a song he likes plays on the radio.

♡humms while doing things

♡has a habit of poking his tongue out when hes concentrated.

♡hes very good at fixing cars and other engines. Hes lived in his van for a long time so he figured he might as well learn how to fix the van himself.

♡latino-native (this hc is originally from birdsandcake on Instagram). His dad is Native american and his mom is mexican (this addition is mine tho).

♡when I tell you he can dance! hE CAN DANCE HIS ASS OFF. He hasnt danced in a while but hes a bit self conscious about it. But he still dances every once in a while (latín blood baby!)

♡likes rock music the best. Has learnt to play some on the drums.

♡when his Friends and him were talking about band names, one that stood out to Lucas was "The Ragtags". For him, it described his friend Group very well.

♡on particular bad nights he only eats MREs and cheap beer, since that what his Friends used to do when they were stationed in their camp.

♡showers in the army were SHORT. So now he takes long ass showers that have his water Bill Sky high. He doesnt care, he has the money to afford it.

♡he washes his Plate in the sink of his bathroom (cannon) and Desmond has been begging him to get a dishwasher or a proper kitchen. It drives desmond wild for some reason.

♡When he feels like fucking with people he talks in the NATO phonetic alphabet. Desmond is sick of his shit

"Ive been craving some Papa Alpha November Charlie Alpha Kilo Echo Sierra"

"You can just say that you want pancakes"

"This is more fun"

"Fun for you"

♡desmond has learnt the NATO alphabet by heart. And once he replied in it and now its a competition to see who can spell the longest words (hey they gotta kill time somehow)

♡Lucas cares for desmond as if he was part of his military buddies. Fiercely protective. In return,Desmond offers his psicologist insight when Lucas asks for it or Des feels like he needs it.

♡Lucas recently adopted a dog called Radio (this hc was originally made by birdsandcake in some doodles they made). After the game, desmond is Open to this New pet, and cares for it when Lucas is out.

♡lucas has found Radio and Desmond asleep on the one person couch. He found it endearing.

♡Lucas uses hearing aids (this hc is also made by birdsandcake)

♡for his birthday, Desmond gave Lucas his old vinyl player. Lucas was overjoyed.

♡his relationshipp with desmond is purely platonic, and truth be told he missed having Friends. They have a stupid ammount of inside jokes.

Ex:

•the time Lucas tried to do one of those cakes in a cup and almost burnt down the house because he left the thing in the microwave for a long time. Known as "the microwave cup-cake incident"

•the time Desmond told him something in spanish which was far from what it actually meant, Lucas laughed his ass off for weeks. They call it "Lost in translation"

• Lucas told him about the time he literally shot himself in the foot (he was young and Alphonso let him out of his sight for five minutes). Now every time he goes to practice his aim on his makeshift shooting range desmond says "dont shoot yourself in the foot" to which Lucas replies "too late"

♡Lucas defenetly still remembers VIVIDLY the scold Alphonso gave him when he shot himself in the foot. Lucas had to do 200 pushups with Alphonso sitting on his back to make sure he didnt "do anything stupid". He slept for 12 hours afterwards.

#lucas cole #in sound mind #in sound mind game #desmond wales #in sound mind lucas #ISM lucas #ISM desmond #in sound mind desmond

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 || niki lauda x reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: niki takes only very calculated risks, except when you’re around to show him how to have a bit more fun.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: about 3k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: smut (semi-public sex, rough-ish sex, road head, very slight dubcon but really just mild hesitance), a touch of degradation (but it comes from a place of love I promise), spanking (briefly), established relationship, niki being massively introverted and slightly rude (but like, same)

[gif is mine, which explains why it looks so bad]

“How long do we have to stay here?” Niki mumbled into your ear, making you roll your eyes.

“We’ve only just arrived,” you reminded him. “It’s a lovely afternoon, it’s a beautiful property, and I want you to meet my friends.”

“I know, I’m not trying to suggest we leave too quickly, I just want to know how much dull conversation I’m in for.”

You shoved his shoulder, only as hard as you thought you could without disturbing the flute of champagne in his hand. “I hope nobody hears you talking that way.”

Before he could respond, the owner of the aforementioned beautiful property stepped up and extended his hand to Niki warmly. “You must be the elusive Nikolaus we’ve heard so much about!”

“Just Niki is fine, thank you,” he returned with a firm shake and a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The small talk went on that way for a while, with Niki just barely managing to come across as socially acceptable and thankfully staying away from too much racing talk (even when other guests tried to egg him on for more details about it).

That was one of the many interesting things about your boyfriend: it wasn’t that he lacked any social intelligence, in fact he had more than most crowds he was in put together, it was just that he didn’t really seem to mind if people saw him as a bit cold or standoffish. He could be incredibly charming, after all he had charmed you quite easily, but he preferred to be brutally honest. All was well so long as honesty and politeness didn’t interfere.

After a few conversations where you clung to his arm and laughed at all his jokes, you could see him becoming visibly tired of it all; he ran his fingers through his sandy-blonde curls more often, he began to toy with the button of his blazer, all signs of subtle irritation that only you would pick up on. It made you realize you should find a way to excuse the two of you for a moment, to give him a break.

“Say, Niki, would you like to take a walk in the vineyard?” you offered, hoping your friends would pick up on the signal not to invite themselves along.

“Yes, schatz, that would be lovely,” he nodded, and as the two of you quickly waved goodbye to those you had been conversing with, he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“What do you think of them?” you prompted when you were far enough away from everyone else that you knew he wouldn’t be heard.

“They have a lot of questions,” he mumbled exhaustedly, making you laugh.

“They want to get to know you better! I’ve been subjecting them to hours of going on and on about you, no wonder they’re excited to finally hear it straight from the man himself,” you explained.

“I imagine they’re rather disappointed,” he smirked.

“Niki, of course they’re not!” you gasped. “In fact, I bet they’re pleasantly surprised considering I told them so many awful things about you.”

He laughed lightly, looking down at the ground, and you walked around in front of him to grab the lapel of his blazer and pull him closer. As he leaned in for a kiss, you kept leaning back with a smirk, making him chase you. It didn’t last long, of course, his patience running thin until he grabbed your face and crashed his lips against yours. You melted into it, moaning softly when his tongue traced over your lips and finally slipped into your mouth.

It was you chasing him when he pulled back, already totally lost in him and ready to ditch the party just to kiss him for an hour.

“You shouldn’t tease me like that,” he decided, looking at you with half-lidded eyes and lips that were a bit pinker than usual as well as fallen slack.

“You shouldn’t kiss me so good after I tease you like that, and I’ll have no reason to,” you countered.

When you turned around you realized you were approaching the driveway where you’d parked in the first place, and Niki immediately stepped up to the car. “Let’s take a drive,” he suggested, but it didn’t quite feel like a suggestion when he was already opening your door for you and ushering you in.

“Wh— really?” you questioned, but you were already in your seat and he had shut the door behind you, circling the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat. “Where are we going to go?” you asked when he got behind the wheel and turned the key.

“Just around, we’ll be back soon,” he shrugged, and you decided not to question it anymore; clearly, this was his best way to clear his head, and you were just happy he wanted you to come with him.

He took the car out of the driveway and started a journey down the road; you looked out the window at the scenery rolling by, and realized this was probably as good a way as any to show him the vineyard like you promised. But, when you looked back at him where he was stoically staring out, steering through the twists and turns of the countryside road like it was second nature, you decided it was a better view than the scenery outside.

When you reached up to turn on the radio, he quickly smacked your hand— lightly, but enough to make you frown. “Hey!” you defended, returning your hand to your lap.

“I prefer not to have music on when I drive,” he explained. “It distracts me.”

You snorted out a laugh. “You’re one of the best drivers alive, I figured you can manage a few distractions.”

“I can,” he countered, and you were a bit surprised that he didn’t challenge the qualifier of one of the best drivers alive. “I just mean that the sound of the car is more entertaining to me than music.”

That answer sounded a lot more like the Niki you knew, and you smiled as you laid back against the passenger seat. “You have a funny idea of entertainment, Niki,” you informed him.

“I know,” he nodded.

Glancing over at him, admiring his profile as he stared down at the road ahead, your lip caught in your teeth as you had a really, really bad idea. “So you can drive with distractions?”

“If I need to,” he shrugged.

“Then maybe we can both get some entertainment,” you purred, sitting up and starting to lean closer to him.

“Schatz, what are you doing?” he stammered slightly, watching you with wide eyes as you reached to his belt, opening it quickly and already unzipping his fly.

“Shh, focus on the road Niki,” you winked, pulling his cock from his trousers and grinning at the way he gasped slightly. It wasn’t quite hard yet, but it was growing quickly in your grasp, and a few kitten licks over the tip certainly helped him along.

“F-fuck,” he whispered above you, and you fought your smile as you wrapped your lips around him. “Fuck.”

You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head, moaning a bit just from the taste of a drop of precum forming at his slit and smearing on your tongue.

“Wait, this— this is dangerous,” he breathed, and you kept stroking while you pulled off to reply.

“Shouldn’t be if you drive steady.”

“I can do that,” he nodded. “I think…”

You got back to it before he could start worrying again. The poor guy was always thinking, constantly assessing and analyzing everything, and it honestly sounded fucking exhausting. Sometimes you thought sucking him off was the only way to really get him out of his head, and considering the way his body relaxed under your touch and he let out a soft sigh, this was one of those times.

“Baby,” he moaned lowly as your lips met the base of his cock, and although you were certainly partial to the petnames in his native tongue, you really didn’t mind the way he called you ‘baby’ either. It made you want to keep him buried in your throat forever, but sadly you could only go so long without breathing.

So, instead, you just found a pattern you were happy with of sucking the head and stroking the rest.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, reaching down with one hand to hold the back of your head, guiding your movements.

You had to be careful not to block the gear shift when you were bent over like this, which was a bit uncomfortable but ultimately so worth it when he shifted gears quickly while you were still bobbing your head over his length. Now you understood why he liked to hear the car… because now you could feel the car, feel the engine’s thrum as it reverberated through the steel and over your body. It was actually a bit erotic, now that you thought about it; but then again, everything seems erotic when you’re as turned on as you were in the moment, your body crying out for more than it would have a chance to get any time soon.

He shifted gears again, taking the car around a tight turn, and you held onto his thighs tightly to keep from moving too much. Thankfully he kept his promise to drive steady and it was pretty easy to keep your pace, even to speed it up as you hoped he would come down your throat without ever stopping the car or even slowing down.

The way he hissed in a sharp breath and grabbed your hair, accidentally pulling it (which you certainly didn't mind), made you think it wasn't so far off.

"God, you're a devil with that tongue, schatz," he groaned. "Your mouth is so fucking sweet, you'll make me come."

You hoped your little hum around him made it clear that that was exactly what you wanted.

"You'll swallow it all, yes?" he pressed. "You're not going to let any mess get on my beautiful leather seats, are you?"

You hummed again, sucking harder, and he moaned a bit louder.

"Fuck, j-just like that," he sighed. "Don't— ah— don't stop, schatz, I'm close."

As if you would stop when all you could think about was the taste of him, how badly you wanted it to coat your tongue. Already you could feel his cock starting to flex against your tongue and you doubled your efforts to bring him to the edge. Normally you didn’t get a chance to hear his little moans and sighs because you were too busy making your own, so with your mouth full you could appreciate the sounds he made just for you.

It was only a stuttered gasp that signaled his release, just before ropes of warm come started to hit the back of your throat. You narrowly avoided gagging from the way his hand pushed you down and held you there, but you moaned around him at the taste. Your channel was throbbing, clearly annoyed that he was coming anywhere else.

Niki whispered your name, nearly choked on it, and let go as the pulses began to die down and he let out a long, sharp breath. But you weren’t quite done; you kept moving for a few moments, slowly, making sure to have every drop in your mouth before you finally pulled off and swallowed; you noticed a spare drop of come rolling down his shaft and stuck your tongue out to lick it up in a quick swipe while he noticeably tensed beneath you.

He spared a glance at you as you sat up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and you didn’t miss the shocked, yet exhausted, look on his face. "Satisfied?" you asked with a proud grin.

"Not quite," he answered in a growl, pulling the car to the side of the road and parking it quickly. "Get out and bend over the hood."

"Niki, what if someone—?"

"I think I made myself clear, get out and bend over the hood, schatz."

The petname had a lot more venom to it when he said it like that, with a cold sneer on his lips, and that likely should’ve deterred you but it only stoked the flame of need burning in your gut, and you nodded meekly before opening your door and getting out of the car. He followed you as you bent over, placing his body behind your as he pulled your dress up and your panties down.

Right away he swiped two fingers through your folds and you shuddered. "Dripping wet," he observed with a smirk. "Do you like having my cock in your mouth that much?"

You nodded, trying to rock your hips for more friction.

"This pussy must have been so lonely,” he realized. “Want me to fill you up, pretty girl?”

“Please,” you breathed, but even you didn’t expect him to shove into you in one stroke, right away, spearing you right to the brim as you choked on a gasp. And he was moving right away, too, giving you no time to adjust to the girth of him. "Fuck, Niki!" you whined, earning you a hard spank to your ass.

You should’ve known he’d get back at you for those few minutes where you wielded power over him. Well, actually, you sort of had known, which was part of why you did it in the first place.

For a man who had just come already, he fucked you with a lot more desperation than you were expecting, fast and rough and dirty. But you realized it was more for your benefit than his; damn him, he always knew exactly what you needed and gave it to you effortlessly, operating your body with the same intuitive precision he drove his cars with.

And if we're continuing with the car metaphors, then reaching around to rub your clit while he fucked you was like kicking you into high gear.

"Ohhhh my god," you crooned, arching your back and trying to push back against his thrusts.

"It feels good?" he asked, like it wasn't obvious.

"Feels so fucking good, Niki, please please please don't stop," you begged. Because you wouldn't put it past him to stop all of a sudden— to slam on the e-brake and not move again until you squirmed and cried and pleaded your little heart out. But even he wouldn't be so cruel now, and he kept fucking you as he pinched your clit hard.

"That's what I thought," he nodded, leaning down to wrap his body over yours and speak into your ear. "You're moaning like a little whore, you know."

"M'your whore," you gasped. "Yours, fuck, it's all for you."

He stood back up straight with a grin and held your hips as he started to really pound into you, your walls beginning to pulse rhythmically as you felt him rubbing over every sensitive spot inside you. His cock was so deep that it felt like you struggled to breathe slightly each time he shoved all the way inside.

It was a bit out of character for him, much more aggressive than he would normally be, but you didn't pull over expecting to make love on the car. No, this was fucking, through and through, and you were already going to hit your high so much sooner than you could've anticipated: pressure was building inside you faster than you knew what to do with, and your clit was literally throbbing with only his balls slapping against it to provide any relief.

"Oh god, Niki, baby, I'm… I'm gonna come," you panted.

"Do it, then," he instructed roughly. "Come around my cock, schatz, and scream nice and loud for me since nobody's around to hear you."

Your knees buckled when it hit you, thankfully you had the car and his tight grip to keep you upright. “Fuck, Niki,” you sobbed, and he laughed proudly before spitting out his demand:

“Louder.”

“Niki!” you yelped, and apparently you had finally said it loud enough, because he was suddenly groaning and spilling inside you, holding your hips tight enough to bruise to keep you still as he thrusted erratically.

You hummed happily and let your head fall onto the warm hood of the car, body going limp as he finally stilled and let out a slow sigh. He was careful as he pulled out, but you were still so sensitive that it made your toes curl inside your shoes just a bit.

Even though he was quick to pull your panties back up, a drop of his come still managed to leak out of your hole and drip down your thigh. With no intent to let it go to waste, Niki swiped it up with the tip of his finger and brought it to your lips for you to lick off; you were still a bit groggy in the afterglow but happily obliged, suckling the digit with a little simultaneous moan and sigh.

“We should be getting back to the party soon,” Niki mumbled, helping you stand upright and straightening your dress for you.

“Do I look alright?” you asked, opening the passenger door and flipping down the visor to try to use the small mirror inside.

“You look gorgeous,” he smiled.

“I mean more if I look like I didn’t just leave a garden party to get railed by my boyfriend on the side of the road only to then return like nothing happened,” you explained.

“Oh… yeah, no, you do look a bit like that’s exactly what you’ve done,” he nodded. “Do you really think they’ll notice?”

“Well, I guess we just have to hope they don’t,” you decided as you attempted to fix your lipstick as best as possible. “And if they do… then we'll hope we don’t end up reading some unsavory gossip about Ferrari’s newest driver in the papers tomorrow.”

He laughed as he got back in the driver’s seat, starting the car while you hopped in (a bit too fast; you winced when you sat down and realized you were still slightly sore and probably would be for the rest of the day). “Trust me, schatz, in this industry, fucking your girlfriend only qualifies as unsavory gossip when you already have a wife at home. And even then, you can get away with it a few times.”

“Right,” you snorted as you rolled your eyes, “I forget sometimes that you’re considered a goody two-shoes for a racer.”

“I hope you didn’t agree to be my girlfriend in search of wild adventures with the bad boy type,” he smirked.

“We just fucked on the car right on the side of the road, Niki,” you reminded him, “believe it or not that’s pretty wild for most of us.”

“For me as well,” he agreed. “It’s you that makes me so bold... sometimes I can hardly believe the things I do because you’re near.”

You smiled happily to yourself, relaxing back against the seat with a deep breath. Just when you let your eyes fall shut as you listened to the engine with him, you were surprised when you heard him turn the radio on.

You, you make loving fun

It’s all I wanna do…

You chuckled. “I like this song,” you announced, reaching to turn it up slightly, though it was still mainly background music as you watched the hillside roll by.

He surprised you again by reaching out and resting his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin. But his eyes were still on the road, even when you looked over at him, and you recognized the driveway where you’d started down the end of the way.

“Back to reality, eh?” you sighed.

“For now,” he decided. “I should make you meet other drivers and pit crew as revenge for all these social engagements you take me too.”

“Niki, that would require you to socialise with other drivers and pit crew, too,” you noted.

He shuddered. “You should be safe for now, then.”

#niki lauda x reader #and thats it thats all my tags #cause aint nobody gonna read this

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adezahnae · 3 years

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You. Are. Mine. (Part 5)

A/N: here’s part 5 for this series, this series will be ending soon🥺🥺

Warnings: Soft Smut, fluff, pregnancy, birth, etc....

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @winwiniee @nanascupid @stormxiii05

No one’s POV

Yuta laid you back on his bed, placing soft kissed to your lips. You grabbed onto his arms and melted into the kiss. He lifted up your sweater lightly and placed his hand over your bump softly. He rubbed your stomach in circles, lips now traveling to your neck. You hummed and ran your fingers through his hair.

He took your hand and kissed it, going back to kissing your neck. He lifted up your shirt more and kissed on your stomach. The baby moved making him smile. “She’s so cute..” Yuta mumbled. You smiled and rubbed over his head. You began to feel a little bit impatient and you gripped his hair slightly.

He laughed and pulled your hand away. He pulled down your panties and sweats at the same time, putting them on the floor. He undid his jeans and pulled them down slightly just enough to release his member. You opened your legs slightly.

He made himself in between them and carefully, slowly, and sweetly pushed his member inside. You gasped and gripped onto his shirt. “It’s okay...it’s alright..” he whispered to you. You nodded your head. He pushed at a slow rate, making you groan in pleasure. “It feels so good...” you hummed.

“Does it?” He asked. I nodded and bit my lip. I wrapped my legs around his waist a little, pushing him in a little bit more. He sped up his thrusts a little bit more but not too fast or rough. You threw your head back and moaned out. “Oh my gosh I needed this. This feels too good” You whispered. He let out a light laugh and kissed your nose. “Really?” He asked. “My hole was too tight. Angel would’ve killed me.” You moaned.

Yuta laughed. “You would’ve been fine..” He said. You felt your high approaching. You gasped and gripped his shoulders. “Fuck...I think I’m close!” You groaned. He pushed his hips a little faster, feeling his high approaching as well. “Fuck, Y/n...” He groaned. You scratched down his shoulders and moaned.

“A-Am I hurting you? Ah Fuck!” He groaned. “Please let me cum!!” You said. He let off a smirk. “Cum.” He ordered. You did so and moaned out. “YESSS!!!” He was now after you, cursing in his native tongue. “Fuck you feel good!” Just use google translate to hear how he said it and imagine You groaned at the feeling of his warm cum feeling you up to the brim.

He breathed out, calming down from his high. You felt the baby move. “You think Angel’s okay?” You asked with concern in your voice. He placed his hand over your stomach and smiled. “She just kicked, she’s still okay.” He said pulling out.

You whimper at the loss and sighed. He brought a tissue and cleaned up the mess. He threw it away and crawled in bed with you. You sighed, feeling sleepy.

Your POV

“Goodnight Master-“ “Yuta.” He cut me off. I sat up. “Huh?” I asked. “Just call me Yuta, we’re out of the Master stage.” He said. I sighed and laid down. “Oh okay..” I smiled, feeling grace in being able to call him that again after all of these months.

“Yuta, why?” I asked. “Why what?” He asked. “Why did you do all of this? You aren’t a person who has to go through this..” I said. He let out a chuckle. “Then you don’t know me.” He said. “Yes I do and I know that the Yuta I know wouldn’t do crap like this, I mean...murder?” I asked. He smiled. “Does that scare you?” He asked. “A little!” I exclaimed.

He kissed on my forehead. “I’ll stop.” He said. “H-How many did you kill?” I asked hesitatingly. “Four people.” He said. “All for me? Who?” He sighed. “Well you know about the two guys in the alleyway. The police man and....” He trailed off, not wanting to tell the last. “Who is it, Yuta?” I asked. “I’ll tell you another time, just sleep right now.” He said pulling me towards his body. “But I-“ “No buts. Just sleep.” He mumbled.

“Okay...” I said back. He held my body in a loving and comforting way. I sighed and fell asleep. “I really do love you...” I mumbled. “I know. I do too.” He replied. “Maybe a little too much.” I said. He gripped on my hips and sighed. “I just want you to know that you are mine. I don’t anyone dimming your shine for me..” he replied. “Okay...” I mumbled.

*3 Months Later*

I was now washing dishes when I all of a sudden felt a hard kick in my stomach. “Ouch, Angel. Calm down..” I mumbled. The pain slowed down and I felt another kick and pain four minutes after. I groaned and held my stomach. The feeling came again four minutes later and I felt my legs go wet with something. I gasped looked down. Shit....my water broke...I screamed out.

“YUTA!!” I heard the door slam open, revealing a shirtless Yuta with sweatpants. “What?!” He panicked. I began to breathe in and out. “She’s coming, she’s coming, SHE’S COMING!OH MY GOD THIS HURTS!!” I yelled. He widened his eyes and quickly went to the closet and pulled on a jacket and grabbed his keys.

“How far apart are your contractions?” He asked. “I don’t know...FUCK I DON’T KNOW!! I THINK ITS FOUR MINUTES! FOUR MINUTES! YES! AHH THIS HURTS!” I cried. He picked me up and ran me to the car, putting me in the front seat and running to the driver’s seat. He got in and started the car, speeding out of his parking lot.

I was breathing in and out while crying. “AHHH FUCK!! THIS FUCKING HURTS!!” I yelled. “I know, I know. Keep breathing baby, your doing fine.” He said as he grabbed my hand and squeezed it in a comforting way. He kissed my hand and sped down the streets.

I cried out and screamed as I was pushing. “You got this baby. You’re doing great.” Yuta whispered in my ear, placing comforting kisses on it. I nodded and waited for the doctor to do the say so. “Push!” He said. I pushed and screamed. “Yuta! I can’t! FUCK I CAN’T THIS HURTS! I WANT HER OUT!” I yelled. “Shhh...it’s alright. Look at me, you’re doing fine..” He said.

I looked into his eyes. He smiled and rubbed my forehead. “She’s almost here guys. You’re almost there Y/n. Final time, Push!” The doctor said. Yuta intertwined our fingers and I gripped on his hand. I screamed and pushed harder than ever. I began to hear shrieks and cries from out daughter.

“Here she is..” The doctor smiled. He landed her on my chest as she cried. I breathed out and put my shaking hand over her soft head. “Hey Angel..” I said weakly. Yuta rubbed his hand over her head, trying to calm her down. “Hey my Angel..my Princess.” He smiled. The nurses dried her off and turned her on her stomach.

“Okay, Mr. Nakamoto! Do you want to cut the cord?” One of the nurses asked. Yuta happily walked over and cut the cord of the baby. They applaud and gave him our daughter in a diaper and blanket. He held her in his arms as he walked around. “My daughter..my sweet, sweet daughter..” He whispered as he kissed her forehead. I smiled at the sight of it all as the doctors and nurses took care of me.

He walked over to me and kissed my lips. “She has your eyes...” He said as he showed her to me. Her eyes was now open slightly and a gasped. “Hi my baby! It’s mommy and daddy!” I said. He smiled. “You did this...you did great Y/n..” He said. “Thank you..” I smiled. “No, thank you for bringing her.” He said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for me to get you pregnant like that...I just....I was so upset and..” He whispered. “Yuta, not now...Let’s enjoy this moment.” I said caressing his cheek.

He nodded and kissed the palm of my hand. We watched as our daughter breastfeed. “What should we name her?” He doctor asked. I gasped. We never thought of a name for her. “Yuta-“Lily.” He replied. “What? Where did that come from?” I asked. “She give me joy and brightness in my life, like my favorite flower. Lily..” He said. I smiled. “That’s my favorite flower too...” I replied. He smiled. “I know.” He said.

“Lily Nakamoto or..?” He doctor asked. “Nakamoto is perfect.” I said. The doctor smiled and wrote it down. “Okay! Can we get the dad’s signature and her birth certificate is complete.” He said. Yuta walked over and signed. They gave us both a copy and put it in her folder. He smiled and thanked the doctor and nurses. He came back took Lily from my chest.

I laughed and began to feel sleepy. He walked around the room, lulling her to sleep. “Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday to you..Happy birthday dear Lily...Happy birthday..to you...” Yuta sung. I smiled at his singing voice, remembering all the times he would sing to me. His singing voice always comforted me, when I was upset or angry. His voice was a lullaby itself. I closed my eyes and began to fall asleep.

“Welcome to the world Lily...” Yuta smiled softly.

#yuta smut #yuta x reader #yuta fanfic #nct 127 smut #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 ff #nct smut #nct x reader #nct ff #nct #nct 127 #yuta

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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blossom's blooming

elide x lorcan, modern au, fluff + flowers, word count: 1582

Up above in the blue sky, the sun was shining and it cast a glorious warmth upon the city. The cool breeze from the Florine River kept the citizens from being baked alive as they strolled home. Elide, who was a devout public transit kind of girl, decided that she would enjoy the early June weather by walking home.

Usually, she’d have her headphones on, playing whichever tune she was obsessing over at that moment, but today she wanted to enjoy the human conversations around her. Elide was walking through Orynth’s vibrant artisan quarter, each shop cuter than the last. She stopped to peruse a few but didn’t end up buying anything until she saw Viola, a darling little florist booth.

She knew the owner, Lyria, quite well and spotted her in the back by the counter, wrapping up someone’s bouquet. “Lia?”

The woman startled, most likely having forgotten that anyone could walk right into her shop. Her shock melted into kind familiarity, “Elide, hello!” She snipped the ribbon she’d tied with a pair of small scissors and made her way through the rows of flora to greet Elide. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” Elide said, looking around at the various flowers and other plants. “How are you, how’s everything?”

They spent a few minutes catching up as they hadn’t seen each for some time. Lyria led Elide to the back so she could continue with her orders and their conversation wouldn’t be interrupted. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Elide tilted her head to the side, eyes on a bundle of delicate harebells. The same flowers were native to the Northern Isles, where Lorcan had grown up. “You know, do you think you could make something small with those harebells?”

Lyria turned to look at the flowers in question and smiled, nodding as she moved to pick the bucket up. “Of course. Are they for Lorcan, then?”

The dark-haired woman nodded, a smitten smile twisting her lips. “Yeah. He likes those flowers.” The harebells had a cup-like quality, their pale blue and purple petals bending down.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

Elide gave Lyria complete licence to arrange which flowers she saw fit and ten minutes later, she’d paid for an elegant bouquet, nothing too big or full. She thanked Lyria and carried them in the crook of her arm for the rest of her walk home.

The apartment was locked when she got home, meaning that Lorcan was either still at work or on his way home. He had this habit of never locking the door behind him and sometimes not even closing it. The first time Elide had arrived home to the door open, she’d thought that something horrible had happened, like Lorcan had surprised a couple robbers who’d then killed him.

She put her work bag down, toed her shoes off, and walked into their kitchen. Elide laid the flowers down on the counter and carefully climbed up onto the surface to reach the vase up above the cabinet. She hopped down, landing delicately.

Elide filled the vase up and mixed in the packet of powder that came with the bouquet before snipping the ties. She put the flowers in and fussed over them for a couple minutes until they were arranged to her liking.

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Lorcan parked in front of their building, as they didn’t have a parking garage, and stepped out with his bag, locking the car behind him.

He slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder as he approached the lobby doors and pressed the button next to his unit number.

A few moments later, his girlfriend’s voice crackled through, “Hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiled, leaning his shoulder against the wall.

“Oh, hey, you.”

Lorcan arched his brow up, “You sound surprised. Expecting someone else, were you?”

Elide laughed, “Like what, a sugar daddy?”

“s’not unheard of, Lee. How else would we afford our extravagant lifestyle?”

“Gods, you’re ridiculous,” she muttered, clicking her tongue. The lobby doors buzzed as they unlocked. “Get up here already, dummy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lorcan moved towards the doors and pulled them open, walking towards the mailboxes. Elide often forgot to check theirs, so he’d developed a habit of checking them himself. He unlocked the metal door and pulled out a stack of envelopes, shifting through them as he walked towards the elevator.

Most of them were bills and notices, nothing interesting. Lorcan pressed the elevator button and the doors opened a moment later. He stepped in and glanced around to see if anyone else needed to get on. When he didn’t see anyone, Lorcan pushed the knob for the fifth floor and leaned against the back wall.

The ride was smooth and silent save for the whirrs of the cables and wheels of the elevator. A short time later, the ride stopped and the doors slid open. He walked out, nodding in greeting to one of their neighbours.

Lorcan arrived at their apartment and knocked on the door. The sound of Elide’s footsteps padding down the hall made him smile, one corner of his mouth higher than the other.

The lock clicked as it was turned and then the door was opened, revealing a small woman. She beamed up at him, lifting onto the tips of her toes as she slid her hands up his arms. “Hi.”

He grinned, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her in, and he bent his head to meet her kiss. “Hi.”

Elide pulled away first, her slender eyes bright. “Hi.”

“You said that already,” he told her, unable to stop himself from stealing one last kiss. “Hi.”

She pushed herself out of his hold and tugged him inside, leaning around him to shut the door. “How was your day?”

Lorcan shrugged, putting his bag down. “Nothing special. You?”

“It was good. I walked home ‘cause it was so nice outside.”

They continued to chat about banal things as they moved further into the apartment. Lorcan went to their bedroom to change and picked up her clothes to toss them in the laundry bin alongside his. As he walked out, he twisted his long hair into a mass on the top of his head and secured it with an old elastic.

Elide was at the stove, cooking something. She didn’t notice him until he slipped his arms around her waist, curving his shoulders to rest his chin on her head. “Whatcha making?”

“Pasta,” she said, resting her hand on his forearm. “Sounds good?”

Lorcan nodded, moving to kiss the top of her head. “Mm-hmm.”

“Did you see the table? I got something.”

He stood up straight, turning to look at their dining table. A vase was sitting in the middle, carrying a bundle of pale blue and white flowers. Lorcan stepped away from Elide, assuming that they’d been a gift for her and that there would be a note somewhere near them. He looked around the base of the container, found nothing, and started looking through the flowers.

Still, he didn’t find anything and began to look at them suspiciously, head tilted to the side.

Elide turned away from the stove to watch him, an amused smile tugging across her face.

Lorcan delicately fingered one of the harebells, seeming wary. “Nice flowers.”

“Do you like them?”

He nodded, making a noise in the back of his throat. “Did I forget something? Your birthday’s not for another two weeks, sweetheart.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “No, you didn’t forget anything. I bought them – they’re for you.”

His head snapped up and his eyes widened. “They’re mine? My flowers?”

Elide nodded, propping her hand on her hip. “Yeah, yours.” Slowly, curiously, Lorcan looked at the bouquet again. Incredulous laughter bubbled up from her lips, “What, it’s like you’ve never gotten flowers before!”

He could feel his cheeks heating, for whatever reason. Lorcan flicked his eyes to the side, mumbling as he shifted on his feet, “I’ve never gotten flowers before.”

“Hmm? Will you say that again?” She moved closer.

“I’ve never gotten flowers before,” he repeated, his voice louder. “Nobody ever bought them for me.”

“Wait, really?” Elide asked.

He nodded, slowly lifting his eyes to hers. “Is that bad?”

She shrugged, putting the wooden spoon down on the counter. Elide moved towards him, “I don’t know, I like getting flowers. Everyone should get them, aren’t they nice?” She fit herself against his side, resting her hand against his lower stomach.

Lorcan curled his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “They are. Thank you, sweetheart.” He reached out to touch them again, “You know, we have these flowers at home.”

“I know, that’s why I got them,” she said, leaning the side of her head against him. “Lyria had them.”

“Can we get more?”

Elide laughed gently and nodded, “Of course we can.”

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the cadre

Lorcan: Photo Attachment Lorcan: lee got me flowers. Sent 20:13

Fenrys: WHAT. Fenrys: Nehemia never gets me flowers Fenrys: I want flowers those look cool Sent 20:16

Vaughan: lmao con buys me flowers every week 😎 Vaughan: the gays stay winning 🥶😈💪 Connall “❤” This Message Sent 20:17

Fenrys: shut UP VAUGHAN NO ONE CARES ABOUT UR FLOWERS WE CARE ABOUT LORCANS FLOWERS Sent 20:17

Rowan: Wait guys can get flowers? Rowan: BRB. Have to ask Aelin something. Sent 20:19

Connall: ask her where she got those im bored of my florist Sent 20:21

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ninjakitty15 · 3 years

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Steering Clear (Loki Oneshot)

Loki couldn’t understand why he was pressured into this trivial, useless and utter waste of time lesson. It was all beneath him, these midgardian contraptions, when he could just as easily get the same results his own magical, mischievous way without needing to lift a finger or get a license for it. Really the only reason why he eventually agreed to the very idea of it was because he wasn’t the only one that was reluctant to go along, the one giving the lesson definitely didn’t sign up for this either and was even less pleased by this whole situation than Loki was. Loki of course found that more than amusing and therefore worth the small amount of time he would actually waste doing this. There was an ongoing joke among his assigned teacher’s friends that said teacher already had a resting murder face but seeing that there was even a darker than murderous look on his face in agreeing to this lesson put a smile on Loki’s instantly.

“What’s got your feathers ruffled now, Barton?” Loki asked none too innocently.

Clint jerked his head sharply in Loki’s direction then with an expression that promised a lifetime of slow, painful deaths. “Shut up and get in the fucking car. You’re lucky we’re stationed in America or this would suck so much harder for both of us.”

Loki arched an eyebrow at the second part as he had come to understand America wasn’t as a great a country as it probably could be, it wasn’t even the second greatest country on this planet, probably not the third either. Nonetheless he graciously did as he was told and slid into the car smoothly, opposite side as Clint. “How do I adjust my seat exactly?” he begrudgingly asked.

“There should be a lever next to your seat to adjust the back, another one to move it forward or backward for leg room.”

Loki reached below his left side seeing as there was absolutely no way to reach down the right and found both levers, fixing his spot accordingly till he was completely comfortable. He glanced at all things needed to control the contraption, how much different could this be than the ships in Asgard? Besides the fact these ones weren’t made to be airborne, a shame that was as he actually enjoyed flying when it wasn’t by his oaf of a brother’s doing. He glanced over at Clint expectantly then and held out a hand. “I believe you have something I need.”

“What’s the magic word?” sneered Clint right back.

“You really don’t want me to say any magic words in your presence as a great many of them wouldn’t give you any peace of mind, something I’m sure you’ve already experienced,” growled Loki right back.

Clint considered chucking the keys he was harboring out the window but as this wasn’t even his car and he was the assigned supervisor for it, he would be the one in trouble for losing them in the end. He also considered a few scenarios where he would get out of the car right before a freak accident occurred with Loki still inside but he reminded himself as the car was still his responsibility in the end and Loki was after all superhuman, he would still be the only one hurting from it. Not worth the pain on his end. What would Natasha do? Probably blind him in one eye that would hinder his ability to drive without depth perception and make it look entirely like he did it on purpose.

“What exactly do you need from me? Ask me nicely,” Clint retorted before realizing how sexual that sounded and inwardly cringed, it sounded a lot better in his head.

“If you would give me the keys to this death trap, Barton, that would be ever so kind of you,” Loki in turn purred, not at all bothered.

Clint reluctantly handed it over, already done with the verbal sparring and just wanting this whole thing to be over already. He suddenly had a desperate need to take a long shower and scrub himself raw.

Loki took no time at all figuring out which key actually worked for the car and turned it till the engine came to life for him.

“Check your mirrors first,” grumbled Clint, earning him an eyeroll from his student driver. “How can someone so much older act so childish?”

“You’d be better asking that question to my older brother who has yet to reach maturity himself despite being the crown prince.”

“I would but I’m stuck here with you instead. Gently press your right foot on the brake pedal on the left then firmly pull the stick shift from P to D.” Clint decided to blame Tony for his mind instantly thinking that too sounded dirty, he couldn’t have been any more uncomfortable doing this if he was wearing a thong and Natasha’s super suit.

Loki did as he was told and was tempted to read Clint’s mind seeing how even giving the god instructions seemed to grind his gears the wrong way but decided against it as he too wanted this over with.

“Take your foot off the brake pedal and gently press it on the accelerator pedal on the right, slowly please. Keep both hands on the wheel as often as possible on either side of the top center or ten and two if this was a clock.”

Loki threw a glance around him before he got bored of simply following instructions to the T and pretended to slowly drive forward before applying more pressure on the pedal and bolting forward, peeling out into the driving course parking lot and weaving his way through the orange traffic cones, tires screeching the entire way with every sharp unorthodox turn. He stole a glance at Clint whilst driving like a Fire Giant out of Muspelheim who was sheet white and pressed back against the passenger seat, knuckles just as white while one hand gripped the seat and the other hand grasped the latch over the window. He then stopped short in front of a stop sign temporarily stationed ahead before lurching forward and quickly figuring out how much to turn the wheel and brake at just the right time and pressure to miraculously park between two other SUV’s to check off parallel parking on the list of driving achievements. He put the car back in park and turned off the car before turning to Clint fully for his reaction.

“How’d I do?” Loki asked once again not too innocently or as innocently as the god of mischief could sound.

“What the actual fuck was that? No, don’t answer that! I’m gonna need a moment to hold down my lunch and a clean pair of pants after that stunt.” He looked over the list he was given to decide if Loki passed the test or not and was dismayed to find there was no spot for comments or complaints. He was even more dismayed to find that Loki despite his antics and speeding had somehow managed to check everything off the list, well almost everything, he didn’t use his signal lights though to be fair, that seemed to be a dying art among drivers depending on where you were driving. “How the hell did you pass, this is some bullshit.”

“What is it you Midgardians would say? Ye of little faith?”

Clint snorted at Loki’s smug commentary. “This is why I’m atheist.” He snatched the keys from Loki once more and the two got out of the car, Clint glaring at Loki the entire time. “If there really were such things as gods then one of them would show some mercy and put me out of my misery by now.”

“Why Barton, all you had to do was ask and I’d be more than happy to oblige,” Loki cooed.

Before Clint could lunge at the cocky god like he so desperately wanted to do since shooting him wouldn’t do anything, Fury interrupted their verbal battle himself and directed his unforgiving gaze at Clint in warning. “How’d he do?”

“He fucking passed! I’m done with this fuckery! I’m going home and having a shower and a drink, maybe at the same time and I’m never doing any more favors for you ever! Peace!” He tossed the paper in the air dramatically and stormed off without another word or a glance back.

Fury caught the paper before Loki could and read down the list curiously before glancing up at Loki who was smirking proudly back at him. He then took out a cigarette and a lighter and promptly set the paper on fire. “You didn’t think I’d notice the format had been changed and the list shortened, did you?”

Loki scoffed. “Consider me surprised you notice anything with only one working eye.”

“Consider yourself a pedestrian until I decide otherwise and if there is an otherwise it will be either myself or Romanoff as your tester and you can bet we won’t take any of your bullshit tricks. Until then, you better start walking now if you want to get back to the compound by the evening.” Fury then unlocked the car behind the one Loki had parked and smoothly backed out and sped off.

Loki watched Fury drive off and rolled his eyes before disappearing in a flash of green then reappearing right where he last stood and looked around. He sighed, shook his head, and repeated disappearing and reappearing two more times. “What sorcery is this?”

“Mine actually,” another familiar voice spoke up before a sparkling gold ring appeared behind him and out stepped another sorcerer in a red cape and blue robes. “When you can drive, you can teleport again, no shortcuts or cheating.”

“I thought you didn’t want to deal with the Avengers.”

“Oh I don’t, but putting you in your place again made their lesser annoyance worth it. Start walking, no taxi, lyft or Uber will pick you up either, I made sure of it.” He stepped back through his gold ring before Loki hurled a dagger he had summoned at him and disappeared from the parking lot, leaving Loki alone and stranded.

Loki tried once more to teleport only to remain back where he stood before again and cursed in his native tongue before eying the remaining car left. He couldn’t teleport clearly but if he could summon daggers, his magic wasn’t completely cut off. He snapped his fingers and the car unlocked for him, the mortals were fools for teaching him how to drive. He slid into the car and started it up with magic, smirking in satisfaction as it came to life at his command. Rob Zombie’s Red, Red Kroovy came blasting on the stereo and his smirk widened. The sky might be Thor’s but the roads were now his. He glanced up at the rear view mirror before peeling out of the parking lot, the black SUV shimmering into a forest green sports car as it sped off into the city. As if he needed anything but himself to get what he wanted or where he wanted.

#Loki oneshot #loki driving lessons #avengers #clint barton #hawkeye #Fury #Dr Strange #Loki #for @kaogasm #challenge accepted

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revisionaryhistory · 3 years

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Three Days ~ 87

Emma

Slow dancing and kissing in the middle of the floor had been as perfect of goodbye as a goodbye could be. Sebastian had updated his playlists. There was nothing sexual. Every song was I love you, I've been waiting for you, I'm happy you're mine. Intense love songs. I felt every one. I stayed in the moment, focusing on how good this felt. We held each other, swaying to the music and alternating between my head laying on his shoulder, gazing in the other's eyes, or kissing. We were in our own little bubble. There was nothing but how his body felt against mine, how he smelled, and the look of his face. All I felt was encapsulated in a swirl of feelings. Love, joy, and a touch of sadness hiding on the edge.

The bubble burst with the knock on the door. Time to go. there was no chance of getting through this without tears. Strong emotions always bring tears. I don't fight them. Letting them out feels better. I don't think emotions are anything to be ashamed of or hide. They're also not something to manipulate others with.

At the car, we were both crying. Not holding onto each other sobbing, just tears.

Saying goodbye was hard. His "I love you. I'll miss you. I'll talk to you Later. Send nudes." broke the sadness enough to get the car door closed. I watched him slide away. I wiped away a few more tears before talking myself down. Six weeks was a long fucking time, but it wasn't forever. It would probably feel like it, however.

My solution was to avail myself of the Air France business class lounge. Two shots of tequila and I switched to wine. It went better with the cheese. I was going to have to hit the gym hard when I got home. And eat better. Not today though I was sad and there was free cheese.

As usual, I was asleep before we reached cruising altitude. I woke up with about five hours to go. Fingers crossed that helped with the jet lag. I put on my favorites playlist and read until we landed.

Emma ~ I’ve landed Sebastian ~ Yay! Emma ~ Go back to sleep. Sebastian ~ XOXO

I knew he had an early call time tomorrow. It was only five pm here in New York. Closer to seven by the time I got back to Sebastian's place. I made it long enough to throw a load of laundry into the washer and the cheese into the fridge before crawling into bed. I took over his side of the bed, sniffing the pillows to find the one that smelled most like him. I curled around it and was out.

Five am was the latest my body was going to let me sleep. That was eleven am in France. So too early for New York and kinda late for France. I grabbed my phone to take a sleepy selfie but was distracted by my text notification. Sebastian had sent me a picture of him reclining on a couch, not in our rooms, with Guiletta asleep on his chest.

Sebastian ~ Found someone new to sleep on my chest.

I continued with my original plan to take an up-close picture of my eyes peeking out over the top of his pillow. My hair was a mess, my eyes look half-asleep, and there was a faint pillow crease on my temple. Perfect.

Emma ~ I miss you too

The sun was up with a bright blue sky. Since it was Saturday the traffic at this time of day would be much less. I had a clean pair of shorts, but not a shirt. No problem. My boyfriend had t-shirts. A little big, but perfectly functional. Runners, earphones, keys and I was out the door for an early morning run.

The city was beautiful. sunlight crept around corners and over the tops of shorter buildings. I ran south past the 9-11 memorial to Battery Park. I'd always been fascinated by the metal world with tears and chunks missing. The first time I'd seen I'd said out loud, "It looks like the world blew up." I guess I wasn't far off. The sculpture had been in the World Trade Center Plaza and been damaged by falling debris. I was only eight and all I remember was my parents being glued to CNN for hours. It would be years later, when I called the city home, before I really understood. As much as a non-native New Yorker could.

The worst thing about running this early was all the stores were closed. The best thing about running this early was all the stores were closed. I admit my shopping had been out of hand. In my defense, it had been a very long time since I'd had someone to dress up for. Don't take that wrong. Beacon dates with a man or friends was an opportunity to dress up. Coming into New York to be with Angie and Eli was a good opportunity. Both opportunities I used well. Still, having a man appreciate what you wear and how you look in it is another level. I know what I look good in. I'm not changing my choices for Sebastian, or any man, but I will take his preferences into account. Shopping right now would be a bad idea. I’m sure I'm packing around a few extra pounds of cheese, bread, and wine. I'm hoping all the walking mitigated some of the damage.

On my way back, a couple of blocks from Sebastian's the city was waking up. More people and sounds. I realized tonight would be the first time I'd been alone in the city in about five years. I made plans to sit in the dark and just listen. I picked up a bagel and a smoothie that I was told would rejuvenate me. I wonder if the barista could tell? I broke into Sebastian's stash of nut butter. Half a bagel with cashew butter the other with almond. Cashew was better.

Being alone in his space is weird. None of my stuff is here. It's like a hotel, but not. I got a little nosey after I'd showered and dressed. Not in a going through his drawers and medicine cabinet nosey. Looking at his DVD and CD collection. Running my fingers down the spines of his books, pulling out ones that caught my interest to thumb through. I made a stack of things I wanted to read. I did go through his kitchen pretty thoroughly. It looks like a single man who travels and eats out a lot lives here. He doesn't have flour. How does one not have flour? He does have quite a condiment collection. I threw out expired things and made a list to replace them. That led me on a short journey to see if there was anything else he was almost out of and added things to the list.

Time to call the best friends. Angie picked up on the third ring, her voice excited to hear from me, "You're home!"

"I’m at Sebastian's. I meet with my advisor Monday."

"I want to see all the pictures and hear all the stories. We're going out tonight. Some friends are playing. You're welcome."

"Can I let you know later? I don't know what the time change is going to do."

"Absolutely. So.... " the paused after dragging out the word, "are you missing him? How was goodbye?"

"Goodbye took forever. Neither of us wanted to let go. At least half a dozen last kisses. Sucked. I miss him, but I'm okay. I'll be fine when I get home and am doing stuff. I've cleaned expired shit out of his kitchen and made a grocery list."

"That's cute. Hope he thinks so."

I hadn't thought about his opinion one way or another. I was just getting rid of shit before it stank up the place. "He won't care."

We talked for a while, deciding we'd do brunch tomorrow.

I was bored. I didn't lack for things to do, but I didn't have a routine here. Especially not without him. It didn't feel like home without him. Once I'd figured that out I was good and went about making myself at home.

I'd changed Sebastian's ringtone from "Dancing Queen" to my favorite part in "Every Time I’m With You." It was near the end after a heavy drumbeat "cause every time I'm with you I feel wanted. We could make believers if we dare. We're just two believers if we dare." It was incredible the first time we'd danced to it and it was incredible now. I heard it about six, midnight in France.

I'd barely registered his face before I heard his voice, "If I put that picture on my laptop and my laptop in the bed, I can pretend it's you."

I felt warm all over and smiled, "Yes, you can. Tell me about the first day of shooting."

"It was good. Long, but good. I'm comfortable with Jess and I like her direction." He told me stories that made me proud and made me laugh. "I did well today. What have you been up to?"

I gave him a quick rundown on my day, leaving the bit about making myself at home until last.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I can't believe you restocked my kitchen. Thank you. Do whatever you want to feel at home."

"What if I reorganized your drawers because your way doesn't make sense?"

"Have at it. I'll just think I forget and think I did it."

"And your kitchen so it flows better."

He shook his head, "I don't know what that means. Knock yourself out."

I laughed, "I didn't do either."

I loved the lines that formed at the corners of his eyes when he genuinely smiled. Like now, "I don't care what you do. I just want you to feel at home.”

Now we were where I wanted to be, "Here's the thing... my favorite foods in your kitchen, finding where I'm most comfortable to work on my laptop, and figuring out where has the best view when I want to relax with a book are good, but it's not enough. Doing all that did help me figure what's missing."

"What's missing and where can we get it?"

"It's free and I already found it. You make where ever we are home. You're my home."

"I'm your home." He looked a little dazed.

"When you were in my place I felt at home. At your parents, I felt at home. Being at your place with you I was perfectly at home. Paris too. Now I’m back and I did things to feel at home. Took a while until I realized its missing something. You. When I'm with you, wherever we are, I’m home."

I could tell he was processing, by the way his tongue moved, "I like that."

He kept thinking, squinting his eyes a little, "I don't know if you're my home. Not sure where home is. Sometimes I don't feel at home in my own skin. I like that I’m your home." He cringed, "The next couple of weeks are going to suck for you."

I banred out a laugh, "No, once I knew what the issue was I adjusted. I'm good now."

"You don't miss me anymore?"

"Oh, I miss you a lot." Were transitioned into silly conversation.

"Ok, good."

I gasped, "You want me to suffer?"

"Terribly." His eyes were wide as he nodded his head. "So much so that when you see me again you throw yourself into my arms and hold on so tight I can't breathe."

"Therefore making you suffer."

"Yes, please."

I did end up going out with Angie and Eli. Thankfully it was a jeans sort of bar. My hope was if I stayed moving I'd fall over, get a good night's sleep, and get back on New York time. It was a good fun night.

Sunday I took a run before getting ready for Angie to come over. I'd bribed her with her favorite home-cooked meal. I had her take pictures of me in various outfits around his apartment. At one point Angie rolled her eyes, "I can not believe I'm taking pictures of you rolling around in his bed."

"Six weeks, Angie. I suck at selfies. I need a stockpile to pull from."

"What you need is a class in basic photo editing on an iPhone."

"I know."

We went back to her place, stopping for supplies on the way. A few hours later we were feasting on cilantro lime salmon, a creamy garlic parmesan orzo, and a greek salad. I've taught Angie to cook this several times, but she tells me it's never quite right. I think she skimps on the butter and that's a big no. And a healthy splash of the Sauvignon blanc lifts the whole thing a little.

Sebastian and I exchanged texts over the course of the day. A comment or question with stretches of time between answers. Mostly from him. I got excited when an unexpected text came through. His response to my dinner picture was a request for the same meal. Maybe with his parents.

Monday was a busier day. I had to dress like a doctoral student, pack my bags, clean up after myself, and plant surprises like the notes I keep finding in my condo. Mine are more fun. The green g- string from concert night is mixed in with his boxers. A couple of dresses parked next to something they matched well. A peach tank top mixed in with his workout gear. I had Angie take a picture in each room. Printed and framed them. My favorite is me sitting on the toilet. It has a lovely frame and is now on the wall across from the throne. I wanted everything ready for me to leave for home straight from my advisory meeting

My advisory meeting lasted a little over three hours. Three good hours. Dr. Kershaw had been appointed my advisor. I'd taken a class with her while working on my Master's and my second winter in Beacon, but at the time I'd been excited to work with students and studying digital classroom technology was something I wasn't wanting to explore. I wanted to be hands-on molding little minds and still wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I'd enjoyed working on our team's website. Google Classroom was functional but limited by design. Three hours later I had it narrowed down.

Sebastian had texted me good luck this morning with a picture of his face, eyes closed and lips puckered. I'd sent back a picture of my legs, crossed at the ankles with my skirt draped to the side, while sitting in his favorite chair. I was more than halfway home when his ringtone came through my vehicle's speaker. I hit the button, "Hey, baby."

I could hear his smile in his voice, "Sounds like your lunch went well."

"It did!" I was still excited from lunch and the phone call with Angie after. "I like my advisor. There's only ten of us in the program with the plan to add ten more each fall."

"Wow!" He interjected. "So being accepted is even more impressive."

"Yeah." I was proud of myself. "Small and first-year makes everything very personalized. All of the potential classes overlap with other programs. Cognitive theory from Psych, advanced reading from Education, some Education Law and leadership, computer tech, and even game design. We spent a lot of time talking about what I’m passionate about. In the and I’m thinking I want to focus on reading intervention and programming for K-3."

"Which is what you're passionate about."

I laughed, "and you."

"And me. Did you just talk about direction or is there a plan? What coursework did they accept."

"The fifteen hours I've taken will apply. We designed a basic timeline. I've taken six hours the last two years. I'm confident I can handle that with work and having a life. If I want to take more I can. I don't want to take classes in the summer. Those are usually compressed and pretty intense, plus I'm not in a hurry. Somewhere in the middle, I write a thesis, which looks at a problem or a hole in what already exists. That will feed into my dissertation. I can either do research and design an experiment like comparing existing programs or create my own product."

"Any idea which way you want to go?"

"None at all. I figure the thesis will help figure that out."

"And when do I have to start calling you Doctor?" The seductive tone in his voice told me "have to" wasn't going to be a hardship.

"Three to four years. No summers and using the last semester for my dissertation is four. If I add a class in a couple of semesters or summer and do my dissertation concurrently then three. I have to be done in ten. I'm thinking I’ll figure out what I want to do the first two then design and implement the last two. A lot will depend on how long that takes." He couldn't see me, but I was waving a hand in the air. "It will work itself out."

"I love you."

"I love you. Enough me, tell me about your day."

We talked the rest of the way home where we had some fun.

I called Seattle and went through it all again with Ed. He was as excited and proud of me as was Seb. I found it a little sadly ironic that my lover was in a time zone six hours ahead, my family was three hours behind, and the ones in the same time zone weren't going to know for a few days. I didn't trust them to not take away from my accomplishment, neither did Ed, which meant they'd have to wait. Hell, they barely knew I'd been in France. They'd get to know once I was finished celebrating with people who would just be happy for me. That pushed a Georgia phone call off to the weekend after the volleyball tournament. Maybe after practice tomorrow if I could get my school lunch bunch to come for drinks, I’d even buy. I had no problem funding my own celebration. I just wanted my friends there. Angie and Eli were coming for the weekend. Maybe I'd call while they were here. Eli could make angry faces while Angie tried to scold him. Then either way it went we could drink our way through. That was a good plan. I texted all involved and they agreed.

I ran back out to the grocery for fresh berries, yogurt, and wine to go with my cheese. I bought other good for detox items and healthy foods. A stopped by a smoothie shop for a raspberry white chocolate protein drink. It was amazing how quickly I slid into my summer schedule. Run to the gym to work out. Run home. Have breakfast and practice guitar. Do whatever until it was warm enough to go lay by the pool and read or float. Have dinner, meet up with friends, volleyball practice, or lay on the couch with Netflix

Sebastian and I would text sporadically throughout the day. About nine my time, so three am for him, I'd send him a picture. One Angie took or something I'd taken during the day. He always woke up to see me. Some days that was more arousing than others. We talked almost every day. Maybe five minutes or an hour. Night shoots were the worst. He was working while I was awake and I was asleep during his time off.

The weekend Angie and Eli came down was fun. Friday night we stayed in watching movies and drinking. Saturday's tournament was going well until storms came through. The radar said there were hours of rain left, so they canceled. Since all our plans had been canceled we decided on a bar crawl. Which meant Sunday was spent recovering. We went to brunch at the riverside restaurant where Sebastian and I had our first date. On the drive back I made plans for calling Georgia. Angie and Eli were my get away plan. We went out on the back patio. I set up my iPad where they would only see me, but I could see my support system.

Dad picked up almost immediately, “Hey, Emma. You’re home. Amy told us you were in France.”

“Sebastian had an event so we made it a short vacation.”

“Sounds fun.” My mom had entered the frame. “I bet you appreciated things you overlooked before.”

I laughed, “I did. All those things I saw pictures of later and wished I’d paid more attention to. We had a good time.”

“That’s great.”

Time to dive in. “I wanted to tell you some good news.”

Amy jumped into frame and interrupted, “Can I hear too?”

I ignored the question and just went on, “I was accepted into a new Doctoral program at NYU. It’s education and digital media. It’s new so we’re building my program as we go.”

“That’s great news, Emma.” Dad looked excited, “Dissertation and everything?”

“Yes, it can be research or designing a project. I’ve got about three years to get that figured out. They accepted the post-grad classes I’ve been taking.”

“Congratulations, sweetheart. We’re proud of you.” Mom’s smile was bright.

“My baby sister is going to be a Doctor. I need to figure out my future.”

I shook my head, “You’ll figure it out. What’s right for you and my beautiful niece. She’s a job and a half.”

“I am not enjoying this age.”

“That’s why I teach first grade and not kindergarten or preschool.”

We talked a bit more about school, what was going on there, and how things were with Amy and Max. Mom asked about Sebastian, where he was, and if things were good between us. Instead of shutting her down, like I had in the car, I talked about him.

Not a minute after we hung up Amy texted, “How’s Sebastian feel about calling you Dr? *wink*wink*”

I sent back, “Exactly, like that.”

I closed my tablet and looked at my friends. I was not comfortable. Sure, the conversation had gone fine, but it didn’t feel fine. “That went better than expected.”

“This time.” Eli grimaced, “Sorry.”

“That’s what makes this so hard. This looks normal, but it’s not. If it was, I wouldn’t have this not in the bit of my stomach and want friends here when I talk to them. That’s not normal.”

Angie came over to kneel beside me, bringing me into a hug, “No, it’s not. You don’t need us when you call Seattle.”

Eli joined us, “I don’t think they know what they’re doing, but it doesn’t change it, Emma.”

I laughed, “I know.” I kissed his cheek. Dealing with my parents was worse for him than it was for me. I hated seeing people I love hurt too. I wasn’t hurt though. It was a weird numb.

“You ok, Em?”

I met Angie’s eyes, “I am. Just weird. The happier I am, the more good things going on, the more distant I feel. The better I’m doing, the less supportive they are.”

“Yep!” Eli didn’t hesitate to agree. “And that’s not alright.”

I mussed his hair, “No, it’s not.”

The next week was more of the same. I registered for my fall classes and my books were delivered by Wednesday. I started reading. Yes, I'm that student. I liked to get a head start. I'd never taken classes in the fall. The first month of teaching was exhausting. It took time and energy to get first graders ready to learn. I wasn't sure how that would work with starting my classes. Getting ahead on reading seemed the safest approach.

Thursday afternoon Sebastian called. Drunk. I guess wrapping in Paris was worthy of a party. The rest of cast and crew were packing up and heading to Rome. Sebastian was flying halfway around the world to San Diego's Comic-Con. He'd spend thirty-two hours of his four day weekend in a plane, which meant he was drunk and a little grumpy. By the time I was done with him he was still drunk, but no longer grumpy. He was naked, smiling, and satisfied. Well, as satisfied as he could be over the phone. Even drunk he was insistent that he not see me masturbating for the first time on video. We should have taken care of this.

I set an alarm for the middle of the night to make sure he was awake and would make his plane. It was worth it to lay in bed together.

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Arrival Heights: The Forbidden Zone

You saw my midnight hike up Arrival Heights some time ago. What I failed to disclose in that entry is that I didn't go all the way up to the bit specifically known as Arrival Heights, in part because it was midnight but also because a great deal of it is within an ASPA (Antarctic Specially Protected Area). The historic huts and Cape Crozier are also ASPAs. I had applied for and received the permit to visit them with authorised personnel, but my coordinator had suggested I put Arrival Heights on the list as well, so I had permission to go there, too. The authorised personnel in this case was in the office right next to mine, but it wasn't until fairly late in my visit that our schedules and the weather aligned for me to go up there with her. However, it turned out to be a spectacular day, and fortuitous timing as it turned out – but I will get to that later.

Shelley, my native guide, is Keeper of the Antennae, and Arrival Heights is all antennae – that's why it's Specially Protected; with guy wires and exposed wiring everywhere people could get into all sorts of trouble by accident, plus one isn't supposed to get near the sensitive equipment with certain types of insensitive equipment, lest one interfere with the results. Our first stop of the day was actually in the opposite direction: Between McMurdo Station and Scott Base is an array of antennae rigged to detect meteors entering Earth's atmosphere. It's a project of the University of Colorado, Boulder, and the extra fun thing is that you can follow the data coming in live from the comfort of your own home: https://ccar.colorado.edu/meteors/meteors

Shelley, Keeper of the Antennae, was in charge of this site too, and she had received a notification shortly before heading out which demanded she solve a problem in person, so that is where we went first.

The computers that process the information from the antenna array live in this little hut. That's Observation Hill in the background – we're on the other side from McMurdo here – with the Scott Base road marked by the orange bollard at upper right.

Here's Shelley about to load the UCB website to make sure everything's running OK:

And here’s the processing unit:

The reason she'd been called out was not anything exciting like an emergency antenna repair or technology problem, but rather that the hut was getting too hot. Like any shed in a sunny garden, on a clear calm day it collects heat, and the computers don't like that. The research budget did not extend to installing an automatic climate control system, but did stretch to pinging Shelley to come over and wedge a roof hatch open with a block of wood.

Job done! (I'm telling you, the Trucker's Hitch is the knot to know.)

Temperature moderated, we retraced our steps to McMurdo and then took the access road up to Arrival Heights, where Shelley was due to do her weekly inspection of the antenna in Second Crater.

As I said, there are a lot of antennae up in the ASPA, and both the US Antarctic Program and Antarctica New Zealand use the site for their research. So, naturally, they each have a hut up there. Here is the Kiwi one, in their signature green:

The US hut was on the other side of the car park, with its signature Ford F-150:

The two countries' choice of vehicle was amusingly symbolic of their respective cultures but is, perhaps, a post for another day. We've got antennae to tend, here!

First, another nip into the hut to check everything was OK.

The reason I had been encouraged to go up to the Arrival Heights ASPA was because it afforded excellent views of the whole McMurdo Sound. It was also a site of historic interest as the Terra Nova men returning from the Depot Journey would come up here from Hut Point to check whether the sea ice had frozen between them and home base at Cape Evans. There is a marginally better view from Castle Rock, which they visited occasionally, but Arrival Heights was much closer. It's still a good hike from Hut Point, though, so accounts that make it sound like a short stroll are to be taken with a grain of salt.

Second Crater (above) is a hill on top of the heights which had, once upon a time, been a volcanic cone. That is long past, though, and now it serves mainly to provide a sheltered alcove for a very sensitive radio antenna. While Shelley did whatever antenna tending needed to be done, I climbed to the top of Second Crater and took photos.

First, the all-important view to Cape Evans. From this altitude one gets a better view down to the bays, to see just how much ice had formed – and one can just see over Glacier Tongue, to tell whether the ice is in on the other side, which certainly can't be done from Hut Point.

In 1911, the end of Glacier Tongue had broken off and floated away, so it would have been an even clearer view.

McMurdo Station's situation at the base of the Hut Point Peninsula means that massive Mt Erebus, which dominates the landscape, is blocked from view by the hills close to base. Up here, one got a proper sense of how the geography all fitted together.

While Shelley was occupied in the hut and I was watching the big plane, someone turned up at the Kiwi hut in that Toyota you saw above. She turned out to be Shelley's ANZ counterpart, and asked if I might lend a hand bringing a canister of liquid nitrogen into the hut. Never in my wildest dreams had I anticipated helping with liquid nitrogen, so of course I said yes. In the course of the enterprise, she ascertained that I was the visiting artist who had worked at Disney, and she commented on how cool that was; I replied that I never got to haul liquid nitrogen around at Disney! She invited me to come give a talk at Scott Base, which felt like getting the Golden Ticket – aside from the limited 'open hours' when Americans are allowed to visit, Scott Base is invitation-only, and now I had an invitation!

Before long, Shelley was ready to go, so we trundled back down the hill to base. I had a camera full of photos to sort, and another presentation to put together ...

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muchadoaboutbucky · 4 years

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Love Thy Neighbor - 1

Set post-Endgame: Bucky’s got a crush on the girl next door.

PAIRING: Bucky x Native American!Reader WARNINGS: slow burn, minor anxieties, eventual smut

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“Hey, we got a mission.”

Bucky jerks awake, shoving his hair out of his face. His eyes are heavy with sleep, and the sun’s shining heavy through the thin curtains. Alpine, disturbed by her master’s movements, shoots Sam a glare and curls back up on her pillow, tail curling around her feet.

“What time is it?” Bucky asks blearily.

“Almost nine, you missed your run.” Sam snaps his fingers. “C’mon. Fury wants us to report in ten.”

Bucky grumbles, fighting the urge to burrow back beneath his comforter and fall back asleep. He’d had a hard time falling asleep, eventually drifting off after downing several extra-strong tablets of melatonin that are still trying to work their magic.

He stumbles out of bed, reaching down to graze his metal palm over Alpine’s sleek white fur. The cat purrs lowly and rubs her head against his fingers, and then resumes her nap. In the bathroom, he runs his toothbrush through his mouth with closed eyes and splashes cold water on his face. He doesn’t bother putting on street clothes; he’ll only have to change when they leave the house and his sweats are more comfortable than they need to be.

They get assigned to Paris. A black-market arms dealer is set to sell a truckload of guns and ammunition to a suspected terrorist cell, and with less than two days on the clock until the deal is set to go down, they have to hurry. Luckily, Bucky keeps an emergency go-bag under his bed, and he’s just stepped into his boots when he spies Alpine still snoozing.

Someone needs to keep an eye on her.

“I gotta find someone to watch Alpine,” he says while Sam’s lacing his sneakers in the living room.

“What?” Sam cranes his neck to look up into Bucky’s anxious face. “C’mon, man, she’s a cat. She’ll be fine for a couple days.”

“What if it’s longer than a couple days?” Bucky swallows. “Someone needs to put her food out and change her water.”

“We’ll be back by Thursday.” Sam stands, arms folding across his chest. He only holds firm for a few seconds, until Bucky’s eyes go wide. “Okay…” he gives in, “ask Y/N. Since you didn’t see her this morning, might as well make up for it.”

Bucky’s cheeks go red. He looks down at the floor as Sam passes him on his way to the hallway closet. “I didn’t… she doesn’t—”

“Dude, stop pretending you don’t have one of the biggest crushes of all time, it’s painful.”

Bucky’s gut twists as he pulls his spare key to the apartment from the front pocket of his duffel bag. “I just… she’s nice, that’s all. Not a lotta people look at the guy who used to be the Winter Soldier and think good things, y’know.”

“You got exonerated in a court of law, nobody in their right mind thinks you’re guilty of anything.” Sam heads into the kitchen to grab a protein shake for the jet ride. “Especially Y/N.”

“I know.” Bucky sighs. “I’ll… I’ll be right back, I’ll see if she’s home.”

He drops his bag on the couch and heads out the door. It’s a brisk morning, and he zips his jacket up, tucking his hands in his pockets as he walks to the next door down. His heart is pounding in his chest, because he knows you have a security camera and he doesn’t wanna look like a creep knocking on your door when you’re not home.

Within seconds, however, your door swings open. You’re wearing a baggy AC/DC tee shirt and a pair of leggings… the ends of your hair are wet. You must have just showered.

“Hi, Bucky,” you chirp, flashing him a brilliant smile that makes his knees weak. “I missed you in the park this morning.”

He swallows the sudden dryness in his throat. “Overslept,” he excuses. “Look, I… I hate to put this on you, but my friend and I got called out for a job and we… or I need someone to…”

God it sounds stupid. So, so stupid… he’s a grown man with a cat, what the hell is he doing?

You lean against the doorjamb. “What is it?”

“I was wondering if you could watch Alpine for a few days,” he blurts out. “If you don’t mind, that is.”

“I can do that.” You smile again, and Bucky’s stomach untwists. “When will you be back?”

“Thursday…” Bucky tries as best he can to muster a confident smile as he holds the key out in his flesh palm. “She just takes dry food, her bag is under the kitchen sink.” Bucky’s breath hitches when your fingers graze his skin. “So… I’ll leave a list, I guess…”

“Or you could text me?” You tug your phone from the pocket in your leggings. “What’s your number?”

He can barely speak. He’s been dying to ask for your number for weeks now and here you are just brazenly offering it up. He takes a solid three seconds to remember the digits, and he rattles them off, watching as you type his name into the little section and add one of those little emoticon things… the sun.

“I just sent you something,” you smile, “so you got mine too.”

Bucky almost pukes. “Okay,” he stutters out, “she’s got food and stuff for now, but just later today…”

“Got it.” You slip your phone back into your pocket. “I gotta get ready for work, but I’m off at six. I’ll pop by and feed her.”

“Thanks.” He swallows thickly. “Really, thank you, it means a lot.”

“It’s no problem.” You swipe your tongue over your lower lip. “Have a safe mission, okay?”

He bows his head, trying as hard as he can to stop from blushing. “I will. Thanks again.”

You close the door, and he turns on his heel, hiding a grin in his coat collar as he heads back to his own apartment.

***

The mission goes easier than either of them thought it would. They’re in and out of Paris in less than forty hours, and they take the opportunity of their “undercover-ness” to scout out a few local shops in search of something good to eat and a few souvenirs for their efforts.

Bucky doesn’t shop for himself beyond food. He has no need for little trinkets. Sam can browse all he wants, but Bucky tries to think of something that you might like. One shop has it all: a ton of Eiffel Tower ornaments, candies, T-shirts… at one point he catches himself sniffing tentatively at a lavender-scented soap bar.

No, no way. Way too personal.

In the end, he settles for a little snowglobe. It’s small enough to fit in his bag, and he makes his purchase while Sam’s still trying on sweatshirts.

They get in late on Thursday night, just as Sam predicted. Bucky sends you a text when they land at the airport, and the Avengers’ private car has them back at the complex in no time at all. The light is on in your apartment when Bucky gets to the fourth floor, and as soon as Sam’s vanished into their apartment, he knocks on your door. It only takes a few seconds to answer, and Bucky’s heart catches in his throat when you open the door, beaming up into his face.

“You’re back early,” you say, smiling widely.

“Yeah, uh… mission went quicker than we thought.” Bucky swallows heavily.

“I just filled Alpine’s bowl an hour ago and cleaned out her litter box,” you reply, almost completely unfazed by his awkwardness, “and I bought her a little catnip plant from work, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, you, uh... “ he clears his throat, “you didn’t have to do that, the litter box, I mean, I—”

“It’s no bother, my mom was a veterinarian, I’ve dealt with way worse.” You fumble for something on the little table behind your left knee and hold up the little bronze key. “You might need this back.”

“Thanks.” Bucky pockets it without really thinking—the touch of your hand on his matters more. “Oh, I got something for you,” he blurts out, unzipping the top pocket of his bag and fishes out the little snowglobe. “Just as… well, a thanks.”

You accept the little trinket, blushing furiously. “I love it,” you reply, “thank you.”

God, Bucky wants to kiss you so bad…

“D’you wanna get coffee?” he asks suddenly. “Or see a movie? That is, if you don’t y’know, have someone already, I don’t wanna intrude.”

If possible, your face flushes even more. “I-I’d like that,” you stammer, “a movie sounds good. Um… when are you free?”

“Saturday?” Bucky shrugs. “The place downtown has cheap tickets on Saturdays.”

You nod. “I… I can do that. I get off work at six again.”

Bucky chews on his lower lip. “I’ll come by for eight?”

“That works.” You smile awkwardly. “I, uh… I should probably let you go get some rest, huh?”

“Yeah.” Bucky takes a step back because if he doesn’t make some space he might just kiss you right then and there. “I can text you, yeah?”

“Totally, yeah.” You run your fingers through your hair and match him, stepping back into the little entryway. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you Saturday, then?”

Bucky nods. “Yeah.”

You close the door, still blushing furiously, and Bucky walks into his apartment thinking of a million ways that could have gone wrong.

“I bet you were smoother than that in ‘43.”

Sam’s standing in the kitchen, smirking as Bucky drops his bag by the door and kicks his boots off.

“Shut up, I’m outta practice.” He shrugs his jacket off and hangs it on the rack. “Did you really hear all that?”

“We’re neighbors, I can hear everything.” Sam grins and pulls fixings for a turkey sandwich from the fridge. “Look, man, you’re trying to fit in. It’s a good thing.”

“I know.” Bucky sighs. “I didn’t even know if she was gonna say yes.”

“Well, she did.” Sam slaps the top layer of bread onto his sandwich and gestures to the plate. “Want one?”

Bucky shakes his head. “If I eat, I’m gonna puke. I’m just gonna go to bed.”

Sam watches him shuffle silently down the hallway and into his room. Alpine’s snoozing on her bed by the window, and she leaps off when Bucky closes the door, eagerly wristing around his ankles and purring happily.

“Hey, girl.” Bucky reaches down to rub his knuckles against the top of her head before changing into a pair of flannel pants. He’s exhausted and stressed, and his chest feels tighter than it should. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he rests his head in his palms, taking long, deep breaths to try and ease the tension. Sensing her master’s distress, Alpine rubs herself against his side, and Bucky only breaks his position to give her a habitual pet across the back before slipping into his bathroom and downing five tablets of melatonin. His system will kick it in within a few minutes, and he slips beneath the covers as Alpine curls up on her designated pillow.

“Everything’s gonna go smooth, right?” he asks. “I can do this. It’s just a girl, nothing to be scared of.”

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twiceinadream · 5 years

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“My turn.”

Requested: Yup

Request: Nayeon (top) x S/O (sub) smut. Nayeon makes her gf (s/o) jealous but gets out of hand so she makes for it. Kinda soft please!

a/u: So this will be the only post for the week, since I can’t post over the weekend, because I’ll be away for school. But I hope you guys enjoy, since it’s pretty lengthy. But thank you all so much, and enjoy!

Category: Fluff, Angst, and NSFW (High School AU)

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What wasn’t there to love about, Im Nayeon? She was: pretty, popular, rich, and taken. It was like a shockwave that ran through the campus, when word of the “young and wild” (sorry) Im Nayeon had been tamed. And by you nonetheless.

You two were the power couple of, JYP Academy and no one dared to stand in your way. Well except for one. The all mighty jock of JYP, Yoo Jeongyeon. She was everything you would expect from one too: she was handsome, had great hair, and had every girl in the school falling for her.

And you honestly really wouldn’t have had a problem with her, until you found her with Nayeon attached to her hip and your girlfriend’s arm around her shoulders. You could feel your heart seize in your chest, as you watched them laugh; surrounded by all the kids who had mocked you, your whole life. It was just cruel irony that you ended up dating their ring leader; and ended up falling in love with her.

How blind could you be? You shook your head as you walked back down the hall, taking Nayeon’s scrunchie off your wrist and shoving it into your pocket. Forcing back the tears that threatened to spill, as you walked to your car; your phone lighting up with your girlfriend’s face as she called you, you wiped away the tears as you threw your phone in the backseat, driving home.

—

You woke up the next morning with dry eyes and a slight headache, as you looked at all the missed calls and hundreds of messages from Nayeon. Ignoring them as you got dressed for school; throwing your bag over your shoulder as you walked to your car, and drove to the one place you dreaded most.

You parked your car, as you walked to the front of the school, to meet up with your friends: the star student Park Jihyo, the cheerful Kim Dahyun, the free spirit Son Chaeyoung, and the ever quiet Chou Tzuyu.

A small smile grew on your lips as you spotted them, watching how Chaeyoung hopelessly flirted with an oblivious Tzuyu and an exuberant Dahyun bugging the hell out of Jihyo, as she tried to finish the work for her infinite amount of AP classes. You let out a laugh as you put a hand on Dahyun’s shoulder so she would face you, smiling as she brought you into a hug, “Hey, Y/N! Are you okay?” Her smile seemed to falter slightly as she looked you over.

You forced a smile, “Yeah. Why?” Dahyun opened her mouth to speak again, before she closed it; looking into your eyes as she squeezed your wrist, the exact spot where Nayeon’s scrunchie was normally placed. She frowned at you, as you were the only one to see it; a sad look in her eyes, before she let go of your wrist and a smile returned to her lips.

“Nothing, Y/N-ah. You just looked tired.” You gave her a small nod in understanding, as you sat beside Jihyo; looking at the complex work in front of her. You just shook your head at the amount of work the girl put herself through, she was already perfect but no matter what you told her; she always strived for more. But as you looked up from her, your eyes were drawn to the girl who had just walked onto campus, your girlfriend: Im Nayeon.

But your eyes weren’t just drawn to her, they were drawn to the jacket she was wearing. The unmistakable black and gold of JYP Academy, with the most notable last name written in bold letters on the back, Yoo.

Your teeth clenched as you watched your girlfriend walk into the school, seeming to not notice the looks she got as she passed, and the unmistakable star athlete right at her heels. Trailing the older like a lost puppy. But all you could see was red; and you were furious.

—

When the final bell rang, you got out of the school as fast as you could; the sound of your heart breaking echoing in your ears, throughout the day. But the second you got out, you got in your car and drove home. Finally making it to your room, as you closed the door and layed down on your bed, somehow falling asleep.

You awoke to a dark room, and the sound of tapping against your window; you listened to the rhythm of the taps, knowing exactly who it was. “Open.” You faced your ceiling, there was no point looking, as the window opened then shut. It took a couple seconds but the bed beside you dipped, as arms encircled themselves around you.

“What’s wrong?” Nayeon’s voice seemed foreign to your ears, her head resting on your chest.

“Why don’t you ask, Jeongyeon?” Your words came out with more venom then you intended, as you felt Nayeon flinch against you.

“I didn’t mean for that happen, Y/N. I just wanted the…” you cut her off.

“Attention.” Nayeon nodded against you, “Well you had mine.” You suddenly felt a weight settle upon you as you looked up, to Nayeon who began straddling you, her eyes were filled with hurt.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” Nayeon placed a kiss on your lips, “I told you, I love you. Why would I go back on it for, Yoo Jeongyeon. She’s already dating, Park Jihyo.” Your eyes widened at your friends name, as you finally connected the dots.

“I’m a pabo.” Nayeon laughed.

“It’s okay, Jagi. But I feel like I really owe it to you, to make for what I did.” You gave her a questioning look before she began kissing down your neck. Leaving a trail of nips and licks as she descended. Her hands roamed under your shirt as you nuzzled into your chest, pushing your shirt up to expose your stomach; as she left a small trail off kisses downward. Your breath became heavy with every kiss, “Can I?”

You nodded as Nayeon flashed you a small smile, exposing her bunny teeth. As she unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, lifting up your hips as she brought your pants and underwear down in one fluid motion. Leaving you bare, as she kissed her way down your thighs; as she ran her nails over your heated flesh. Slowly parting your legs, to reveal your aching core. Nayeon smiled as she gently blew on it. Giggling at how that made you tense.

No more words were exchanged as she placed soft kisses around your core, lapping at your essence as began to spill out. She carefully slid a finger into her trembling core. Every thrust of her finger was accompanied by a kiss, a suck, a lick, pushing her towards the sweet release.

Nayeon could hear the moans and gasps, and almost strangled cries when you bit her lip to keep herself from yelling out your lover's name and she savored every curse, both in your native tongue and not and rewarded you with another finger that slid into her over-stimulated bundle of nerves with ease, two fingers now doing their satisfying work until she felt the muscles around her digits contract harshly. The high came and went quickly, kisses and now slower thrusts accompanying the orgasm until Nayeon was sure you were done.

You breathing was labored as Nayeon crawled back to you, her face slightly wet with your juices as she brought her fingers to her lips, “Good as always.” You rolled your eyes, as you wrapped your arms around her neck, and pulled her into a kiss. Tasting yourself on her lips.

“You’re right. Not bad.” Nayeon smiled as she shook her head, looking down at you as your eyes became dark, “Well you had your fun. But now…” You flipped your positions so a very shocked Nayeon laid beneath you. As you leaned down to kiss her.

“It’s my turn.”

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thatswhatisee · 5 years

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Remember, Remember

This is my take on "What if the bee had not stung Scully in the Hallway Scene?" In Fight the Future. Also available at AO3

I want to thank @agentelmo, @handsofabitterman, and @mldrgrl for their help in the early stages. Tossing ideas around with them made me come with a certain structure to this project. This first chapter has been betaed by dksculder, @ enigmaticdoctorscully , and @settle-down-frohike . Without their feedback, I wouldn't have been able to get this here.

I also want to thank Vicky @frangipanidownunder for her writing workshops that have helped me become a more confident fanfic writer.

English is not my native language and feedback is much appreciated. Without any further ado, here is the story.

xXxXxXxXxXx

Chapter 1

I go for a run. I run like my life depends on it. Which I find ironic in a way, as I’m a fox myself. At least that’s what my parents have thought to name me. Different from my animal counterpart, though, at this moment I feel more like a prey than a hunter. I run away from this morning’s events, trying to erase the frustration and anger with sore muscles and the release of endorphins. That should make me feel better. At least that’s what I had hoped for when I had set my foot out of the door, right before dawn, with the air still chilled.

I pass by silhouettes of trees and hedges; not a soul is out in the park. The streetlamps show me where the track ends and the green grass starts. I follow the concrete path. My nostrils smell dew and the loamy scent of the Tidal Basin on my right. The Washington Monument is on this side too. All lit up, a white phallus among the darkness, putting on pretentious display all American masculinity. Even in architecture we, men, show that our dicks need to rule everything, seeking power and a release of oxytocin to their owners.

A flood of oxytocin should have made me better as well. Or so they say. It had made me feel good, actually. So good, so relaxed that I fell asleep; it was the moment I opened my eyes that everything went downhill.

But what would I know about hormones anyway?

She, on the other hand, would know. The perks of being an MD. Her bedside manners need some work, though. That I can say. I bet that’s why she chose to be a pathologist. And coming to think of it, that is also probably why she had been single for almost all the time I have met her.

If I am a fox, she is, apparently, a praying mantis.

But it was my mistake. Five years working with a person. Five years of a partnership based on trust and repressed feelings were thrown down the toilet. I should have never kissed her in that hallway. And why did she have to choose that moment to let down a guard that has been up and successful for so many years? She should have slapped me in the face, that’s what she should have done. I would have deserved it.

The first rays of sunlight have started to warm up this summer morning and I’m still thinking of her. I guess it’s not time to turn back to the car and drive home yet. The cool breeze on my face is a good contrast to the warmth my tracksuit provides me, as I feel the drops of sweat running down my body. It’s a pleasant sensation. It makes me focus on the moment I’m living and not in the past.

The sunlight bathes my surroundings and the day has warmed up as I approach The Jefferson Memorial. A few joggers run by and the city is starting to wake up. I think it’s time to finally go back home.

As I leave the shower and head to my bedroom, the remnants of last night’s developments assault my senses. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. The room smells like her and I swear I can hear again the soft moaning coming from her mouth when my tongue drew number eights on her neck. My blood runs south and stirs my dick. I sigh. My body tenses and I yank the sheets out of the bed to throw them in the hamper with force. The sunlight passes between the slats of the blinds, bathing a piece of the floor. It makes a kind of patterned spotlight to my yesterday’s outfit. My stomach clutch with the sight. I grab my gray T-shirt from the floor, ball them up in my hands with clenched teeth and toss them in the laundry basket.

When I’m back to putting away clothes, something else calls my attention and I stop mid-stride. Giving it further inspection, I notice it’s a smashed bee. My heart races and I feel ultra-awake by adrenaline. I run and search frantically all over the place for a container to put the insect.

Once it is secured tight inside a small transparent pot I grab my cell phone and press speed dial one: Miss bedside manners.

Before I even hear the first ring, my heart races and I fumble with the phone to press the end call button. I throw it on the couch in a huff and I groan. I start to pace the living room, rubbing my temples as I try to think of who could help me out with that insect. Yes, I know that I will need an entomologist, but I have a hunch that this bee is no ordinary honey-maker. And only a pair of eyes, who have seen the virus through the microscope before, could back me up, complete and enrich my theory.

I groan again.

I guess that’s what phantom limb syndrome feels like.

I arrive at the Lone Gunmen’s office and I am greeted by Frohike, who opens the door and starts to look behind me as if my presence alone was not enough for him.

“Where is the delectable Agent Scully?”

“I dare you to call her that on her face. She will kick your ass.” and then I remember. “Though that will be a little difficult since she is moving to Salt Lake City.”

“Salt Lake City?! What the heck did you do to her, man?” he barks, his face betraying indignation. He closes the door and I get inside. I try to deny my involvement in her departure – even though deep down, I’m guilty as charged – but I am interrupted by Langly and Byers. They have stopped their nerdy business and are now gathered around me and Frohike. The latter informs the others of the latest development.

“What did you do to Scully, dude?” blondie asks me.

I don’t know if it’s Frohike’s indignation or Langly’s astonished tone that does the trick, but I snap.

“Why do you all think I have done something to her?!”

“Easy, dude, we just want to understand what happened. But you were always ditching her, so we assume things.” says Langly.

“And you have a tendency to sleep with your female partners” Frohike points out.

“That happened only once.” I say, unable to look them in the eyes.

“Yeah, with the only female partner you have had before.” Shortie patronizes me.

“She and Diana are completely different people. Besides I’ve sworn that I would not let my dick get in the way again.” Yeah. Congratulations to me.

“Well, agent Scully is very hot. It would be understandable if you had not been able to resist temptation…”

“Can we, please, stop talking about her?!” I admonish and interrupt Frohike’s rant. “The FBI transferred her after all that Dallas fiasco. And that’s why I’m here.” I take a deep calming breath. “I need your help. They are trying to blame us for what happened and all I have had before were theories, but no substantial proof. Until…” I get the vial with the bee from my pocket and show them. “...I found this in my apartment.”

I share with them everything that Kurtzweil had told me. I tell them all the things I have seen in the last days: the cornfield, the white domes, the bees.

“If this bee is carrying the alien virus, as I suspect it is, it changes everything. It will prove that there is a real threat to people out there. And the X Files is the only division in the FBI that can handle these kinds of investigation. They will need to reopen the unit. And they will not be able to make a scapegoat of me.”

“And maybe Agent Scully can come back to Washington.” Frohike says.

“That is not up to me. She had her options before and she has made her choice.” I sigh. “And I think I already said I don’t want to talk about her, right?”

I notice how they look at one another, tension in the air. That’s when Byers, finally, decides to offer his input.

“So you’ll need an apiologist or an entomologist who we can trust to look at this bee. Someone who can catalog the anomalies or find traces of the virus.”

“Yep. And I need it by Monday, at noon.”

“Monday?!” Langly exclaims. “Dude, today is Friday! Do you have any idea how long it takes to run full background checks on people and come up with somebody who is clean? How are we going to do that and then ask them to do the job on such a short notice? And moreover on the weekend?!”

“I know. But that’s when I have an OPR meeting. The FBI forgot to ask me when it’s the most convenient time for me to have my ass kicked.”

“So let’s get to work!” Frohike says and retreats himself along with Langly to their computers. Byers stay put and then approaches me, in a conspiratory voice.

“I know that you don’t want to talk about Agent Scully, but I just wanted to say that I have experience with loving a woman and then have her ripped out of my arms.”

“I’m not in love…”

“You may fool yourself, Mulder, but not me. Anyway, I just wanted to say that if you ever want to talk about it, I can be your man for that. I won’t judge or make fun of you.” He pats my shoulder twice and goes for his computer.

And I stay there, glued to that spot, dumbstruck.

I leave the Gunmen’s office with the remembrance of the taste of her lips in my tongue. Thank you, Byers! Now all I can think of was how our lips barely had met in that hallway and her tongue was already inciting me, proding for more; how our breaths became heavy and faster; how I pulled Her body closer to mine, and...

...And how I needed to burn that out of my mouth and mind.

So I get in the car and drive all the way to Casey’s Bar, in Southeast Washington. When I get there, though, I don't even leave the car as I remember that blonde bartender. She would be sure to inform me that my ‘lucky number’ was actually three times less than what I really needed.

I go home instead. The bottle of scotch in the liquor cabinet will have to do. All that is left for me is to drown my sorrows into oblivion. And that’s what I do until I have the burning taste of alcohol in my mouth only.

When I regain consciousness, the sun has already set and a loud trill pierces my ears. And my head for that matter. I am sprawled, face down on my couch, a pool of drool coming out of my mouth. I unstuck my cheeks from the leather and the difference in height makes it feel like a sword punctures my brain. Looking for the source of the noise, I realize it’s my cell phone that is making that awful sound.

I get up to my feet, as steady as I can under the circumstance, and answer the device. I am greeted by a female voice who calls me ‘Fox’. And the way she says my name –in such a soft, caring voice that doesn’t make me flinch– tells me that it can only be one person.

“Mrs. Scully?”

“Yes, that’s me. Have you seen Dana?”

“I last saw her early this morning. Has something happened?”

“We were supposed to have dinner at 7 p.m, but she neither showed up or called.”

I check the time and the VCR clock tells me it’s 9 p.m. “Have you tried her cell phone?”

“Yes, and her home number as well, but she is not answering either. This is not like her.” her voice became brittle. “I was wondering if you guys had had a last minute trip that she had forgotten to tell me or some other work-related issue had come up. I just… I just have a bad feeling about it all.”

Me too, Mrs. Scully. Me too. I feel the bottom of my stomach chill and sink. “Hang by the phone. I’ll figure out what happened.”

I end the call and dial the Lone Gunmen. When one of them answers the phone I don’t even bother to listen who is on the other side and start barking orders.

“Stop everything you are doing right now. I need your help again. Scully is missing.”

Chapter 2

#X Files fanfic #My Fanfic #Dana Scully #Fox Mulder

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chaotic-milkboy · 4 years

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No Harm List

In which Peter saves the mafia boss's son.

Ships: None.

WARNINGS: The mafia, language, Italian translated using Google Translate.

-Line Break-

Peter didn't even think twice when he pushed the teen out of the way of an oncoming car. It was almost a natural thing for him, to put the safety of others before his own so he wasn't all too surprised to get hit by the car. It didn't hurt him too bad, one or two broken ribs at most.

"Oh my God," the boy he had just pushed fussed. "Are you okay?"

Peter grunted as he sat up clutching his ribs, "Fine, I'm fine."

By this point the driver of the car had gotten out. "Fuck! Do I need to call an ambulance?"

Peter looked away from the boy to the driver. "No, no I'm fine. Don't worry about it." He shakily got up and both males' present eyes widened.

"Don't do that, you're gonna hurt yourself!" The boy cried. Peter vaguely noticed the boy had an Italian accent as he spoke.

"'M fine, I've had way worse," Pster waves him off. He glanced at the car that had hit him and looked to the driver. "Is your car okay? If there are any damages I can pay for it."

The driver stared at the younger man in shock and immediately shook his head. "My car's fine, how can you worry about the fuckin' vehicle after I hit you with it?!"

"I'm fine," Pete insisted. He glanced to the boy he had saved. "You alright man?"

The boy blinked, taking a moment to process the question then nodded slowly. "Uh yeah, well I wasn't just hit with a car so I'm fine. Are you okay though?"

"Like I said earlier 'm fine, now if you'll excuse me I need to get some aspirin," Peter muttered and started walking off with a slight limp.

"Wait!" The boy called. "You kinda saved me back there! What's your name?"

Peter blinked, the pain in his body slightly affecting his thinking process. "Peter Parker."

The boy stared as Peter walked off, not even acknowledging that the driver had taken off. Finally he took out his phone and clicked on the contact that read 'Father'.

"Antonio, dove sei??" (Antonio, where are you?)

"Sono stato catturato," Antonio replied. "Spiegherò quando torno a casa." (I got caught up. I'll explain when I get home.)

-Line Break-

Peter swung through the streets of the city, eyes scanning for trouble. "Bingo," he muttered as he caught sight of three men climbing out of a truck.

One seemed to standing guard as the other two unloaded large packages, with his enhanced hearing he picked up that they were speaking Italian. He watched, narrow eyed as four other men came out of the building they were parked in front of and started carrying the the packages inside.

"-ten grands degno del materiale. Questo dovrebbe rendere felice il capo." (-ten grands worth of the stuff, that should make the boss happy.)

"Ma stai scherzando? Sono ben più di quindici, hai idea di quante persone pagano per la buona cocaina?" (Are you kidding? This is well over fifteen, do you have any idea how much people pay for good cocaine?)

There it was, the words that confirmed Peter's thoughts. Sending a quick mental thank you to Tony for teaching him Italian Peter moved closer to the men.

"Tieni giù le tue voci idioti, vuoi farti prendere?" The man keeping lookout hissed. (Keep your voices down you idiots do you want to get caught?)

"Sì ragazzi, volete essere scoperti?" Peter asked cheekily, making his presence known. (Yeah guys, do you want to get caught?)

"Spider-Man," Lookout Guy spat.

"That's me," Peter said, the grin could be heard as he spoke. "Now seeing as you know who I am, you know that I can't let you and your buddies just deliver that, right?"

"We are not delivering, this is ours," Lookout Guy corrected.

Peter scrunched up his nose in disgust, the usage of drugs had never appealed to him. "See, I wanna take your word for it but I just heard your buddies talking about how much cash you were gonna make so..."

Both guys at least had the decency to looked sheepish when Lookout Guy glared at them.

"Ah guys don't feel bad, you'll be able to make up for it in prison," Peter told them.

"Non succederà Spider," The man said switching back to his native tongue. (That isn't going to happen Spider.)

Peter raised an eyebrow. "E perché?" (And why's that?)

A blow to the head that knocked him out was his response.

-Line Break-

Peter opened his eyes and hissed, the sudden light blinding him.

"Ah, il ragno si sveglia," A voice said in amusement. (Ah, the spider wakes.)

Blinking a few times Peter looked at the man who had spoken. "Tu chi sei?" Peter said slipping easily into Italian. (Who are you?)

"So kind of you to speak my mother tongue to me Spider-Man," the man told him. "Unfortunately that isn't something that will make me like you more."

"That isn't what I asked," Peter told him.

"lo so, but how about a deal? Your identity for mine?" (I know.)

"Not happening," the boy replied.

The older male sighed. "I was hoping to do this calmly dear spider, but it seems that I will have to be forceful. Antonio, togli la maschera." (Antonio, remove his mask.)

Peter was too surprised to stop the boy that had removed his mask. It was the same one that he had saved that very day.

Antonio seemed to realise this as well as his eyes widened. "Father, this is the boy that saved me."

Antonio's father's facial expression morphed from malicious amusement to shock. "Questo è il Peter Parker che ti ha salvato?" (This is the Peter Parker that saved you?)

Antonio nodded. His father glanced to Peter then quickly indicated that his son follow him out of the room, leaving Peter alone in his shock.

-Line Break-

Peter startled slightly when the two males returned. Mentally cursing his spidey sense for seemingly not working as it should - seriously it worked when Flash threw a paper ball at his head but not now? - he looked at the two.

"Peter Parker, you saved my son's life," Antonio's father stared. "For that your name had been put onto our No Harm List but things seemed to have gotten more complicated seeing as you are also Spider-Man. You see young Parker you have put many of my men in jail, that should be enough for me to put a bullet through your head."

The man sighed. "But there is nothing more important to me than my son and you saved him for that your name remains on the list."

Peter blinked in surprise as Antonio stepped forward to untie him for his bondage. "You're letting me go?" He asked skeptically.

"Yes."

"The mafia shall also look out for you as much as it can seeing as you are on our good side," Antonio muttered.

Mentally Peter was freaking out, he was on the No Harm List of the freakin' mafia even though they knew his alter ego. Physically he kept a blank face.

"Even if I still put your men in jail, seeing as they are bad guys?" He questioned.

"Yes, while it may not be ideal for us as long as you never kill any of my men you will remain under our watchful protection," the man confirmed.

"Well um thanks I guess?" Peter said uncertainly.

-Line Break-

"Kid where were you?" Tony asked, frantically searching the boy for any injuries.

Peter shrugged. "Got kidnapped by the mafia, found out that I save the boss's son and then got put on the No Harm List."

"What?"

-End-

#peter parker #oneshot #avengers #marvel #spider-man #mafia #humor #italian

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gascon-en-exil · 4 years

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21 Questions Meme

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you’d like to get to know. I was tagged by @capriciouscorvid

Nickname: I’m not fond of them, but everyone calls me Gascon here and I’ve learned to live with it. For the sort of men who like to stick me in lingerie I have preferred female names that I will not reveal here as I consider that a kink thing.

Real name: Brian-Édouard, with my family name (several of them, if I’m not mistaken) located on my blog if one is wiling to look

Zodiac: I’m a textbook Scorpio, and I’ve been told my moon (Leo) and rising (Pisces) signs are apt as well. Year of the dragon, if one is talking the Eastern zodiac

Favorite musicians/groups: not really applicable - when given the choice I usually listen to soundtracks or remixes from visual media (games, theatre, sometimes movies)

Favorite sport teams: I support France for the World Cup and Olympics, but other than that I can’t be bothered. I actively oppose New Orleans’s American football team, heinous instance of cultural and religious appropriation that it is.

Other blogs: none

Do I get asks: not often, and when they do they tend to come in bursts...or just one really persistent anon going after me about the same thing over and over presumably because they don’t have a blog of their own

How many blogs do I follow: 66, although not all of those are still active

Tumblr crushes: none - I do all my indirect flirting on hookup apps, more productive

Lucky number(s): 3

What I am wearing: just pajamas, nothing sexy. Haven’t had to pose for anything like that in several days.

Dream vacation: France, if only so that I may see my native soil before I die. Paris was the impossible dream of my ancestors, so I’d settle for certain personally relevant provinces (including Gascogne, naturally).

Dream car: I don’t drive, but if one came attached to a chauffeur I’d gladly make use of him

Favorite food: virtually any shellfish except lobster or clams, alligator, escargots, strong French cheeses, good bread with either butter or oil, chocolate desserts provided they aren’t too bitter, also most green candy flavors (apple, spearmint, lime)

Drink of choice: strong bitter red wines, preferably French, or otherwise sweet and/or sour cocktails especially if they involve any of the aforementioned candy flavors. I’ll drink tea (hot or iced) or sodas if I absolutely must be sober.

Instruments: none, the Anglo ex was a pianist and percussionist and once I gave head to a tuba player in the Louisiana Philharmonic, but I have no musical talent myself

Languages: English, French (more literate than fluent, although I still claim it my mother tongue and the rightful language of Louisiana), fragments of Italian, Spanish, and ecclesiastical Latin picked up from school or other sources

Celebrity crush: none, I never saw the point in lusting after a man I’d never get to have

Random facts:

I almost never orgasm during sex, as I’ve had very few lovers I trust enough to be vulnerable in that way around them. I’m never more alert and attentive to the role I must play than when I’ve got a dick in me; it’s the post-coital haze that is truly dangerous, or from my perspective useful whenever I can drive my partner(s) to that point without reaching it myself. It’s rather like being sober in a room full of drunk people.

I have a scar on my left ear from a seizure injury that sliced it in two, requiring it to be stitched back together. It’s barely noticeable, although a rather bothersome lover of mine with an unsettling ear fetish persists in saying that I have a “good ear” and a “bad ear.”

A restaurant overlooking City Park has on one of its walls a mural depicting some of the Storyville prostitutes who were the subject of my famous great-great-great uncle’s photographic work. This was pointed out to my mother and me when we dined there a few years before her death, as the manager had seen our family name on my mother’s card and came over to make inquiries.

I’ve topped exactly twice, and one of those was with a twunk who’d been in professionally produced porn. He did all the work.

I can’t say I’ve ever dated anyone in the traditional sense...whatever that means. I feel like I’m not missing much.

I’m not tagging anyone, but feel free to take this ask meme if it interests you.

#Pointless rambling #My sexcapades

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flintsjohn · 5 years

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Malex: alex finding his mom

i… have no idea what this is. this might as well be two fics in one because it doesn’t really make sense but oh well, i hope you like this, nonnie!i know rath was michael’s real name or whatev in the og show but i have no creativity for names.disclaimer: i know very little about native american culture. i’ve done some quick research to find out what tribe alex’s mom could be part of, and her name i found in this video, though, as they say in the vid, the word sunlight would actually be spelled “shándíín”. please do let me know if there’s anything that needs fixing!

Michael opens the door after the fourth knock, a scowl onhis face and a crying baby perched on his hip. He deflates a little when hesees Alex who, on his part, lowers his raised first slowly, eyes fixed on thechild.

“You have a kid?” He says, voice low and a little lost.Sure, he hasn’t seen Michael in a while, but it hasn’t been nearly long enoughfor him to have had a son. Least ofall one that looks like he’s about a year old.

“It’s a long story.” Michael waves away the question, scowl stillin place. Alex swallows a couple of times and buries his hands in the pocketsof his jean jacket. Michael is still staring at him questioningly and it makesAlex squirm.

“I need your help,” he says in the end. Michael just raisesan eyebrow at him. “I know we haven’t been on the warmest terms recently, but-“He trails off. That’s an understatement. He’d stopped talking to both Michaeland Maria entirely after he’d found out about them. With Maria, it had been alittle easier to mend the connection after the initial burn, but Alex had kepthis distance from Michael even after Maria had let him know things hadn’tworked out between them. They’ve barely seen each other in the last six months –though they’ve both worked on resolving the Max and Rosa situation – let alonespoke to each other. So Michael’s snort is more than justified.

“What, haven’t got any little friends you can ask?”

“That’s-“ Alex sighs and bites down on the retort he hasready on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t come here to fight, he remindshimself. “I don’t trust any of them with this.”

Michael’s eyes widen a little, then narrow, and after asecond he’s stepping aside and waving Alex through. Alex has never actuallybeen inside Michael’s new place, so he looks around curiously. There are toysscattered around, a couple of pacifiers on the coffee table, along with acoffee mug. The tv is on, some kind of cartoon playing, but Michael shuts itoff as soon as he’s closed the door behind them.

“I was about to feed him,” Michael says, nodding at thebaby, who’s gone quiet as is now chewing on his fist as he stares at Alex. It’sa bit unsettling, to be studied this way by a one-year-old. “You can talk whileI do that.”

Alex nods and follows him in the little kitchen. He fallsinto a chair when Michael points to it, a grateful sigh escaping his lips.Michael settles the kid in a booster seat and goes back to preparing the meal,which Alex assumes he interrupted when he knocked. When he’s settled in frontof the booster seat, plastic kid-proof plate of baby food at the ready, he nodsto Alex to talk. It’s Alex’s turn to raise his eyebrows.

“Am I supposed to just ignore the kid?”

“Yes,” Michael hisses, then sighs at Alex’s unimpressedstare. “He’s not mine.”

Alex scoffs. He wants to say he begs to differ, because themop of light brown curls and the wide hazel eyes the baby is sporting are indicationenough. Michael seems to know that and regret his words, because he winces assoon as they’re out of his mouth.

“I mean, not exactly.” He sets the spoon down and coos atthe baby when he makes a protesting noise. “He came from one of the new pods wefound, about four months back. Kyle and Liz think he was about eight monthswhen we found him, so he’s around one now. I-“ he bites his lip and looks betweenthe kid and Alex, “I think he’s my brother. My biological brother, yʼknow. Hereached for me when he woke up, so I took him. I think he recognized mesomehow.”

He shrugs and goes back to feeding the baby, completelyignoring Alex’s open-mouthed stare. Alex licks his lips, shaking himself out ofhis stupor after a second. The questions shoot out of his mouth before he cancontrol them, “Does he have a name? And are you going to raise him as your own?”

“Rath, and yes,” Michael says, completely focused on thebaby, who smiles up at him at the sound of his name. Something that soundssuspiciously like Da comes out of hismouth and Michael blushes at that. It makes Alex go all soft inside and he hasto look away before he does something stupid like reach for Michael. Dammit, it’salready hard to be around him on his own, but with a kid? It’s totally unfair.

“Your turn,” Michael says after a second.

“Right, um. You remember when I told you about my mom?”Michael turns back to him, spoon halfway to Rath’s mouth. He nods, confused.“When I was trying to figure out my dad’s involvement with Project Shepard, Icalled her. She’d been in this care home for years, and when my dad let me knowhow I’ve been able to contact her, even visited a couple of times, but then,after my dad woke from the coma, I wasn’t able to reach her anymore. I think hemoved her to another facility, so I spent the last five months looking for her.At one point I thought-“ He swallows, blinking around the tears forming in hiseyes. He hadn’t even wanted to entertain the possibility, but he knew his dadwas capable of that and more. “But I think I found her. I just… I donʼt thinkI can go alone. I understand if you want to say no, considering last time…”He trails off, fidgeting with his jacket as he stares at a burnt spot on thetable top.

“Alex,” Michael says gently, reaching a hand out to him. He doesn’ttouch him, and Alex wants to cry at that because he misses Michael, missesbeing touched by him and talking to him, and realizes now this is probably a wayworse idea than he’d initially thought. He looks up at him anyway, hopeful. “I’llgo. I just need to call Iz and see if she can take Rath.”

They set off early the next morning, Alex passing over acoffee to a bleary-eyed Michael as the alien gets into the passenger seat ofAlex’s SUV. Michael nods in gratitude, slumping against the door. They don’tsay anything for the first few miles, Michael busy nursing his coffee. Alex cansee he’s fidgety, checking his phone every other minute.

“I’m sorry,” he says when he can’t take Michael’s restlessenergy anymore. Michael looks up at him, lowering the coffee cup with aconfused sound. “I know this can’t be easy. Leaving him. And this thing with mymom-“

“I agreed to it,” Michael interrupts him, voice soothing.Alex shoots him a grateful smile and they fall back into silence for a while.It’s not until Alex is turning into the drive way for the care facility thatMichael speaks up. “What’s her name? Your mom’s?”

Alex puts the car into park and pauses, only now realizingthat though he’d mentioned his mom in passing to Michael over the years, he’dnever actually talked about her. Hefeels shame roiling in his stomach and has to swallow a couple of times beforehe can give Michael an answer. “Shundeen. I… Think it means sunlight, inNavajo. We never really talked about her heritage.”

He bites his lower lip around a sigh, wiping his hands overhis face before he can get emotional. He hops down from the car, alreadywalking towards the entrance when Michael catches up to him. They find thereception and the nurse there, fortunately, lets them through without much of afuss when Alex explains his relation to one of the patients. They’re shown intoa bright recreational room where several of the patients are watching tv orplaying card games. Alex spots his mom sitting under an open window, book inhand. His heart clenches and he sighs in relief – she seems to be just fine.

Before they move closer, Alex turns to face Michael, handsraised between them. “You can wait here.” Michael’s eyebrows shoot up and he’salready opening his mouth to argue, but Alex interrupts him. “No, listen. Youknow about Mimi DeLuca, right?”

Michael’s brow bunches in confusion. “She forgets stuff. Ithought-“ Michael’s eyes widen in realization at Alex’s silence, mouth fallingopen in a perfect o. “You think herillness was caused by aliens.”

“Kyle and I aren’t sure, but yes. Apparently, Mimi had beenworking with my dad and Jim Valenti. Dad had Jim killed, but I figured he didn’tquite manage that with Mimi. They must’ve had another alien who could causedementia at Caufield.”

He can see the color draining from Michael’s face and wantsnothing more than reach for him, take one of his hands and comfort him. Heknows exactly what his mind’s flashing back to right now, because he’s thinkingof the same thing. With Rath around now, Alex can understand how much deeperthe loss of his mom hits. He watches as Michael blinks back the tears from hiseyes.

“You think he did the same to your mom?” Michael whispers,eyes shooting to the woman sitting in the chair.

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Alex nods, “She left when Iwas so young, I didn’t even question when he told me it was because there wassomething wrong with her mind. He wouldn’t let me visit her at first, so I didn’tget to talk to her until after my first tour. She remembered me immediately,but her mind wanders, sometimes. I think maybe she was exposed for a briefperiod, just so my dad would have enough proof to get her committed.”

Michael curses under his breath, his eyes still lost overAlex’s shoulders. His fists are clenched at his sides and once again, Alex hasto push down the need to reach for him. He’s about to reiterate that Michaelcan wait where he is when their eyes meet again and Michael speaks, “You’re notdoing this alone.”

Alex feels a bit like crying, but all he does is nod. Hismom looks up when they approach, and her smile immediately puts him at ease.She looks happy to see him.

“Hi, mom.”

“My boy,” she says, setting aside her book so she can reachfor him. He hugs her tightly for a few long seconds, then lowers himself in theempty chair to her left. Michael hovers, uncertain, until Alex nods to theother chair. “Mom, this is Michael, my friend from high school, remember?”

Shundeen nods, her eyes focusing on Michael. Alex has tohide a smile when he can see him shift under her studying gaze. It only lasts asecond, because then she’s turning back to Alex. Her smile has gone a littlesad. “I didn’t think you’d find me.”

Alex curses his father’s name to hell and back, for puttinghis mom through this for no reason. For having loved her children and wantingto protect them. He takes his mom’s hand in his, stroking his thumb across thesoft skin. “Of course. I’ll always find you.”

They spend the rest of the morning catching up. He tells herabout having been honorably discharged, about the progress with his leg, aboutfinding private coding gigs so he can work from home. They don’t mention Jesse,though his shadow still hovers over them. Shundeen’s eyes grow distantsometimes, and Alex has to call her name a few times to get her to focus, or hehas to repeat stories he’s sure he’s already told her, but she looks like she’sdoing much better than the last time he talked to her over the phone, back whenhe first found out about Project Shepard.

They say goodbye when the patients are called in for lunch.Alex kisses his mom on both cheeks, then presses his forehead to hers for a fewseconds. He’s so lost in his overwhelming emotions that he doesn’t noticeMichael hanging back for a moment, not until he’s outside, able to breatheproperly again and realizes he’s alone. He shoots Michael a questioning lookwhen he finally gets out of the building, but Michael just shakes his head andnods to the car.

“I want to get her out of here. Take her home,” Alex sayswhen they’re back in the SUV. He’s staring straight ahead, unable to look atMichael right now.

“Your dad-“

“I know,” he sighs, eyes falling shut as he drops his headto the headrest. “I want to find a way.”

They’re silent for so long that Alex wonders if Michael hasfallen asleep, but when he opens his eyes to look over at him, Michael meetshis gaze with unwavering eyes. “Thank you, for coming with me.”

“Of course.” Michael smiles, small and genuine, and Alex’sbreath catches in his throat. He hasn’t been this close to Michael in months,hasn’t let himself think about it, but now they’re here and his blood isthundering in his ears. He focuses on the sound of Michael’s voice, the softdrawl of it. “She thanked me, you know.” He smiles again at the inquiring soundAlex makes. “She said, ‘Thank you for loving my boy’, and then she hugged me.”

Alex feels like crying. Again. He gives in and reaches forMichael’s hand, squeezing it tight. He’s overwhelmed and can’t say anything,but he sees in Michael’s eyes that that little interaction has meant the worldto him, having that one bit of motherly love he’d only experienced brieflybefore it had been ripped away from him. He can see the love he feels for thisman reflected on Michael’s face, and it hits him in full force – the need to bewith Michael has never been stronger.

They’re frozen, staring at each other, for a long time. It’sMichael, always Michael, that makes the first move in the end. He shifts in hisseat so he’s leaning forward, hands stopping a hair’s breadth away from Alex’schest. He’s not looking directly at Alex when he says, “I’d really like to kissyou.”

Alex has the presence of mind to whisper “Please”, and thenhe forgets about everything else around him because Michael’s lips are finallyon his again. It’s softer than it’s ever been, unhurried. Peaceful. Michael’shands cup his face like he’s something precious and when he pulls back, Alexcan feel the tears rolling down his cheeks. He sniffs and dries his face withthe sleeve of his hoodie, trying to dissimulate with a laugh. It comes out wetand painful.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, fingers curling in Michael’s shirtso he can keep him close, his head resting on Michael’s shoulder. They staylike that for a long time, until Michael presses a kiss to his hair and offersto drive.

The journey back is similar to the way over, only there’s asense of peace and calm between them that wasn’t there before. Alex spends histime watching the side of Michael’s face and the relaxed slope of his shoulders.They’re just crossing over into Roswell when he says, “Come home with me.”

“I have to-“

“You and Rath,” Alex hurries to clarify. Michael looks overat him like he’s grown a second head. “I want this, want you. I’ve spent thelast six months yearning for you, Guerin, cursing myself for having been toolate. I don’t want to waste another minute.”

Michael makes a choked-off sound in his throat, and then thecar is swerving off the road. Alex almost yelps, but Michael’s just putting thecar into park and launching himself over the central console so that he cankiss Alex.

“You can’t just say shit like that,” he mutters when hepulls back, still close enough that his lips brush against Alex’s with everyword. He sighs, forehead pressed close to Alex’s temple. “We have so much towork through, Alex.”

“I know.”

“I can’t be that easy.”

“I know.”

“I have a kid.”Michael pulls back completely, incredulous laugh bubbling from his chest. Alexjust stares at him calmly until he’s done. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m sayingthis, but- Yes.”

“Yes?” Alex’s tone is hopeful, too hopeful, his heartpounding in his chest.

“Yes, I want that. I want you. This is crazy,” Michaelshakes his head with a laugh and wipes his hands over his face, but continues, “Idon’t care that I just got an apartment. I don’t care that we have a decade ofshitty things to work through. I want to come home to you at the end of theday, I want to raise Rath with you, I want-“

Alex shuts him up with a kiss. They’ll have time to figureout whatever they need. For now, he just wants to kiss Michael until they bothforget where they are.

#malex #malex fic #rnm fic #my writing #my ficlets #this really makes no sense but anyway! im soft and so are they!#roswell nm

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Murder in Red

Chapter 2

I finally finished chapter 2 and should be posting chapter 3 soon. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Pretty much more cuteness between our two detectives, with some tension growing. Another clue at the very end. I am building up to more, don’t worry. (Flashback and dream in italics)

Warnings: Death but mostly fluff

Chap 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

*gif not mine

*Flashback to two weeks ago*

It was supposed to be her day off, but she and her partner had been called in because apparently, the whole of Ystad needed its cops and detectives today. Her plans of sleeping in and doing absolutely nothing we’re dashed when she received a call. Rushing to the car, feeling thrown together and probably looking like a hobo, Maeve opened the door. A piece of paper fell out onto the pavement. ‘That’s odd,’ she thought as she hastily stuffed the paper into her pocket as got in the car and sped off.

The coast came into view. Maeve parked her car and got out. She looked at the sky and water, getting lost in the beauty of the landscape. ‘How can anything bad happen here? It’s too beautiful to mar with death.’ She frowned putting her hands into her jacket pockets to warm them. Her fingers brushed against the paper she had stashed there earlier. Unfolding the paper, Maeve began to read the note.

“My dearest Maeve,

It seems you did not appreciate the other gifts I’ve left. I hope this one is more to your liking. Enjoy the flowers and the dress, I know tulips are your favorite...and you’ve always looked wonderful in green. Solve this puzzle before I am forced to act again - I do so hate getting messy. It is a shame that this had to happen, but you are smarter than the rest. You’ll figure it out. Follow the clues and they will lead you to me. We will finally be together, my love.

Till then.”

Maeve felt sick. These notes always gave her an awful feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. Something bad was to come. The words always confused her, it was as if the author knew her and for some reason was playing with her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The redhead asked closing her eyes attempting to focus on what the note meant.

“Planning for a hot date later, M?” Maeve frowned and turned to look at the man next to her. Seeing the look of confusion and fear, an emotion he rarely saw in his partner, Magnus became serious. “Hey, you alright?” He asked concerned at Maeve’s state.

Crumpling the piece of paper in her hand and throwing it in her bag, she schooled her face and focused on the reason she was here.

“What do we have, then?”

A young woman - Bridget Murphy - late 20s early 30s. No visible sign of trauma, so maybe she ingested something?

As Magnus caught her up, they made their way to the body. One of the forensics techs removed the sheet covering the young woman.

“Dia ár sábháil!” Maeve gasped slipping into her native tongue.

She froze, taken aback at the scene before her. A crown of lavender colored tulips adorned the victim’s auburn hair, which complimented the...forest green dress. A bunch of tulips clutched in her hands. The woman looked so peaceful - hauntingly beautiful…

The young detective felt a wave of nausea hit and her legs felt a bit wobbly. She involuntarily reached out for something to steady her which turned out to be her partner.

“Woah there, Maeve. You okay?” Magnus was worried, he had never seen the redhead so rattled. He holds onto a bit longer.

“I...I’m fine, Mags,” Maeve stutters. She gives his arm a squeeze before dropping her hand. “Really,” she says before taking a breath. Have we found any evidence?”

*Present day*

Knock, knock!

"Ugh, five more minutes," Maeve groans.

Knock, knock!

"Go away," she whines covering her head with a pillow.

BANG, BANG!

Maeve bolts upright in bed, slightly dazed. "What?" There is a brief pause before the knocking starts again.

"Fine," she huffs. Now she's angry, who dared to interrupt her day? Jumping out of bed, the young woman made her way through the flat. "Coming!" "You had better have a darn good reason for disturbing my Sat - Magnus? What are you doing here?"

"Good morning to you too, M. Mind letting me in?" Magnus asks.

"Oh right." The redhead steps aside allowing him to enter. "Why are you here, Martinsson? I was enjoying my day off."

"You were sleeping," Magnus states, setting a box and small paper bag on the table.

"As I said...enjoying the day. Ugh, ya know what, it's too early for this," she whines rubbing her temples. "Please don't make me ask again."

"Actually, it's 11:45." Maeve glares at him. "Anyway, Kurt wants us to work. Evidence came in and…" Magnus finally takes in his partner's appearance and freezes.

"What are you staring at?"

The only reply he gives is an audible gulp and continues to state. Maeve follows his gaze and realized what she is wearing, or not wearing, to be precise. Clad only in undergarments and a thin nightshirt going down to her mid-thigh, she starts to panic. However, noticing the blond's reaction, Maeve decides to have a bit of fun. Moving closer, she stands flush against the flustered young man.

"See something you like, detective?" She purred seductively standing on tip-toes so their lips are only centimeters apart.

Magnus' breath hitches and his heart starts beating rapidly. Maeve smirks but slowly realizes her plan is starting to backfire, as her body begins to react to their closeness.

"Well...too bad. I'll be right back." She takes off to her towards her bedroom. Emerging fifteen minutes later, Maeve is now dressed in yoga pants and an oversized jumper that shows off her right shoulder. Still slightly embarrassed about earlier, the young woman smooths her braid and quietly walks back to her dining room table. She notices the open box and sees its contents spread out...but no Magnus.

"Hope you don't mind, but I made some coffee. Not that you need it because you are definitely a morning person." Magnus winks.

"Oh, haha, Magnus. You really should stop trying to be funny; you're awful at it," Maeve replies a triumphant smirk settling on her lips. She takes the full mug, sipping it appreciatively.

"You know, I was going to share my breakfast with you, but…" he paused to take a bite the pastry.

The Irish woman pouts. It smells divine, and hunger makes its presence known. "Please, Mags?"

He walks toward his partner, taking another exaggerated bite. "Mmm, so good."

'You asked for it, mister.' Maeve steps closer. "If I apologize for my rude behavior, will you share?'

"I might."

"Pretty please, Magnus? I'm sorry," she says taking one step further.

"On second thought...no." He was about to take the last bite, but before Magnus knew what was happening, Maeve pounced. She grabbed his wrist with one hand, stopping its ascent. Looking back at her partner, the redhead smirked and leaned forward and ate the last of the pastry.

"Mmm, Maeve moaned. "You were right, it’s delicious." She wiped her mouth and dropped his hand. She furrowed her eyebrows when she noticed a change in her partner’s expression. Like he was a cat about to pounce. “Magnus, whatever it is your planning - don’t.”

“You’re going to pay for that missy,” he warned. He jumped towards her a little.

“Mags, no!” The redhead took off through her flat, with Magnus giving chase.

His laughter rang through the room. Finally, he caught up to her and pinned her to the couch. Maeve squealed in surprise. They locked eyes and stared at each other for a few minutes. The blond detective leaned in and Maeve’s eyes widened. ‘Is he going to…’ Her thought was cut off when Magnus startled tickling her.

“Don’t...please.” Maeve gasped. “Can’t...breathe.”

“Are you sorry for eating my pastry?” he laughed.

“No, I’m not.” Defiance evident in her eyes.

“Then I’m not stopping until you are.”

A few seconds later Maeve surrenders. “Fine, I’m sorry...Mack. Just please stop.”

Stopping his attack, Magnus sat up and pulled his friend up to sitting position. “All I wanted to hear, love.” He said not even trying to hide the smirk forming.

“Jerk," she scoffed, playfully hitting his arm. "I thought I was going to die."

"Ha, I doubt you can die from being tickled."

"Whatever. Come on, let's get to work detective. Hey, where are the other boxes? I only saw one."

"Ehm, unfortunately, that's all the evidence we were given. It seems the other stations didn't have much either," Magnus explains.

"And we're expected to find the killer from this?" Pinching the bridge of her nose, Maeve takes a deep breath. "Alright, I'm getting a refill and then we'll get started."

Magnus nods and turns his attention to the mess of files before him.

"Oh, we can use this. Should help us sort stuff out." Maeve reappeared with a huge corkboard in hand.

Once the board was set up, they began pinning pictures and what bits of information they had on the victims. After a few more hours of sifting through the evidence, they decided to take a break.

"I'm famished!" Magnus exclaims. "What's for dinner?"

"Takeaway." I haven't had much time for shopping lately. My fridge is just about empty. I'll find some menus." Maeve says.

They quickly decide on the cuisine and tidy up while waiting for the food to arrive.

"What have you been eating then?" Magnus questioned.

"This and that. Honestly, I've been so tired when I get home that I just go right to bed," Maeve said.

"Hmm, we'll have to rectify your food situation later, love. You aren't starving to death on my watch."

He took a step closer to look at the young woman.

Maeve shrugged, "why do care anyway? You're just worried about having to solve the case alone, eh?" She winked at the blond.

"What, no. I'm just worried about you."

Maeve snorts.

Placing his hands on her upper arms, Magnus bends down to look her right in the eyes. "I'm serious, M. I need yo...I couldn't live...without...eh. Magnus stutters over his words, a blush creeping up his face. His hands move to cup his partner's cheeks.

Maeve's breath hitches at his tender act and notices that he keeps looking down at her lips. She looks up and becomes lost in his azure eyes. They both lean forward - lips just inches apart.

Suddenly realizing what is about to happen they pull apart. The pair turns away from each other to collect themselves.

Magnus clears his throat, "I couldn't live without my partner. You're an integral part of this, uh...partnership?" He stutters.

"That was profound, Mack." Maeve laughs.

Ding - dong

"Food!" Magnus all but yells, grateful for the interruption.

Maeve chuckles and shakes her head, following him to the door, just in time to see the blond pay for their meals. She gives him a questioning look.

"My treat, darling. I'm sure."

"Thanks!"

The two sit on the couch and tuck in. Silence reigns as food is consumed - both hungrier than they thought. Afterward, they chat for a bit. Maeve eventually looks over at their board and sighs.

"I don't think I can look at one more photo or read one more file for the night," Magnus complains. "We've just talked in circles about motive and suspects; I think we even added our own names to the list at some point."

Maeve smiles. "Agreed. How about popcorn and some telly?" She suggests, rising to collect their containers.

Magnus follows her into the kitchen to help wash up. "Brilliant idea, detective."

They emerge from the kitchen a few moments later with a large bowl of popcorn. Maeve stops and stares at the board again.

"Something about these cases is bothering me, but I can't put my finger on it."

"I know. It's strange though…" he pauses. They all bare a striking resemblance to you...it's a bit frightening actually.

"Really?"

“Yes. Now come on, you promised me some telly. We can look at it again tomorrow.”

"Alright, let's see what's on," Maeve reluctantly agreed.

They settled back on the couch - well, Magnus seemed to be having trouble.

"You alright there, mate?"

"Yeah, trying to get the pillow just right. "Oh, there's something under here." Magnus pulled out a piece of paper with Maeve's name on it. "Ooo, is the lady receiving love notes?" He asks opening the slip.

"What?" Maeve turns around as her partner starts reading.

'Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?'

"Hey, you're not supposed to see that. Give it back," the redhead lunges to grab it from his hands.

"Seems you've got quite the admirer there. Care to share?" He winks.

"Wish I knew, they just keep appearing.” Maeve shrugs.

Magnus sees anxiety flash across the young woman's face. "Hey, you okay?" He asks concern reflecting in his eyes. "You'd tell me if something was wrong right?"

"You'll be the first to know, Mags. Thanks." Maeve places her hand on top of his and moves closer to him so he knows she's alright.

Magnus smiles and pulls a blanket over both of them and goes for a handful of popcorn. Maeve quickly moves the bowl out of reach.

"You didn't actually think that any of this was for you, did you?" She asks playfully, laughing at the pathetic look on the blond's face.

He goes for the bowl again, but it is still out of reach. He growls and moves so that Maeve is trapped between his legs. She gives a squeal of surprise. Now being able to reach the snack, Magnus takes a handful and pops it into his mouth with a satisfied smile.

“You’re such a child, Martinsson.” Maeve half-heartedly scolds before settling back into his chest. She falls asleep a few minutes later.

Maeve woke up to darkness. Wherever she was, it gave her the creeps.

“Hello?” She shivered.

Five figures suddenly appeared a few feet away.

“Hello?” The redhead repeated.

“Maeve...Maeve.” They cried. “Help us!”

Maeve could tell by their voices they were women. As the women came into view, the redhead recognized them as the five victims.

“Why did this happen to us?” one asked.

“We shouldn’t have died, it’s not right,” another interjected.

“My partner and I are trying to figure out who did this. We won’t give up on you.” Maeve replied.

“He said that the flowers and dresses would be enough...that you would remember him. He was surprised you hadn’t solved the case already. Said it was a pity I had to die; maybe this time you would be smart enough,” the latest victim, Bridget, said. She looked at the other four who nodded in return.

A teacup appeared in Maeve’s hand.

"Drink with us," a third girl said.

Maeve took a sip and let the warm liquid slide down her throat. She cringed at the bitter aftertaste. 'That's odd.'

"It's your fault," began the tallest of the group. "It's your fault we're dead, detective. And now you will pay with your own life."

At that moment, Maeve started gasping for air. She clutched her throat and collapsed. "I d.. don't understand," she croaked. "I...I don't kn - know who did this. Please!"

The five women circled Maeve, pointing and laughing at her. She was starting to lose consciousness.

"Apparently you aren't as smart as he thinks." Bridget cackled.

"No!" Maeve gasped. "No…"

Maeve bolted upright, coughing and choking. Her breathing was erratic and she was covered in sweat.

"Maeve! Breathe, love. Hey, can you hear me?"

"Magnus?" It came out as a whisper. "Oh Mags, it was awful." Maeve couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

"I'm here, darling. I've got you. Shh…" Magnus shifted and turned Maeve so she was facing him.

He pulled her close to his body and laid back down with her on his arms. Magnus held the young woman tightly as she sobbed. He rubbed her back until her sobs became sniffles.

"Want to talk about it?"

Maeve nods slowly against his chest, tightening her grip on his jumper.

"The five victims were there - asking for my help. They...wanted to know why they died," Maeve took a shuddering breath. "Said it was my fault." The redhead hiccupped and choked back the waterfall that threatened to spill. "What if they were right? What if it is my fault? What if…?"

"That's enough," Magnus cut in. “Don't you dare blame yourself."

The tone in his voice caused Maeve to look up at him. She was met with concern and agitation. Maeve looked down, unable to hold his gaze. Magnus hooked a finger under her chin and brought it up so he could look at her again. His face softer now, full of tenderness.

"It's not your fault, M. You're exhausted from this case and it's messing with your brain; caused you to have a nightmare. Tomorrow we are going to take a break. I don't care what Kurt will say. If we keep going like this, we'll both lose our sanity."

Blue eyes searched green ones. Unspoken words pass between the two. Maeve brings her hand up to cup Magnus' face, her thumb stroking his cheek. She nods in agreement, offering him a tired smile.

"Thank you," she whispered before placing her head back on his chest.

The young woman closed her eyes and takes a calming breath of the man holding her - a woodsy, spicy scent with just a hint of citrus. Magnus kisses the top of Maeve's head and gently strokes her hair, the action soothing both of them.

"I - it was the tea," Maeve yawns. "He poisoned the tea."

"Mhm," Magnus sleepily hums.

Maeve finally allows the warmth of her partner to lull her into a dreamless sleep.

#magnus martinsson #magnus martinsson x reader #fluff #murder mystery

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Protection (Major Jasper X Brazilian! Reader)

Requested by Anonymous: Could you do a Jasper Hale x Brazilian!reader, where she his mate (they met a few decades after he was changed) and because of her powers, Magic and Energy Manipulation, the Volturi want her and Major takes over control to protect her?(The reader is very calm)

Kind of added a few thing and change a few things. I still hope you like it! ^¬^

(Y/n)'s POV

"Came on Major we have to go!" I told him as I took his hand in mine. "Maria is died we can escape now just me and you." I said as he stood still watching the newborns run lose. "We have to kill them." He said softly as I sighed as used the energy of the trees to block the newborns from leaving.

"Then lets fight them together." I said as I saw a small smile on his lips. "I never got to tell." He started as the Newborns turn around running towards us. "I love you." He said causing me eyes to widen slightly. "I love you too. Now let finishes this together." I said smiling at he nod his head.

Time Skip

Everything was different ever since we meet the Cullen's Major has change and became Jasper Hale. But I've remain the same except with the change of a diet of course. It seems it was a lot easier for me to get used to animal blood then it was for Jasper.

He seem to have a very difficult time being around other humans. In fact I would too if he wasn't there beside me. "We should go out hunting before Edward brings his human." I told Jasper as we lay in bed holding each other close.

"I don't want to let you go." He said softly looking at me. "Don't worry about me. And I hope Edward singer doesn't finish eating that food because it smells really good." I said causing him to chuckle.

"I always wondered how you're able to eat human food and sleep." He said as he nudge his nose at mine. "I wonder the same thing but maybe it just who I am." I said softly then tried to get up only for him to push me down.

"Jasper you need to hunt." I said giggled as he started to kiss down my neck. "That can wait." He mumbled as pushed him down with me on top as I kissed his lips. "Eu amo você meu amor." I spoke in my native tongue causing Jasper to give me a confuse look.

“It means ‘I love you my love’ in my language.” I purred as I pinned his hands on the side on his head. “Now you need to hunt.” I said as I saw the look of awe and adoration on his face. I got up and waited at the window with my hand extended out towards him.

Time Skip

3rd Person POV

As (Y/n) and Jasper went out to hunt Bella and Edward just turn down the road towards the house. “So, whats (Y/n)’s and Jasper's story?” Bella asked causing Edward to smile at her softly. “Those two.” Edward said as he parked his car in front of the house. “They had a lot of things to deal with when it was just them. They complete each other and theirs nothing that can go between them.” Edward said then got out the car to Bella's side to open her door.

Once Bella got out the house she couldn’t help but look at the house in awe. “Esme and (Y/n) did most of the decorating in the house.” Edward said as he took Bella's hand in his and lead her to the house.

"Bella this is Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Jace, and Alice." Edward said to Bella as she took notice two missing family members. "Hello." Bella said softly as they all smiled at her. "We hope your hungry." Esme said happily as Bella nods her head.

"She already ate." Edward said causing Rosalie to brake the glass bowl. "Great. Don't act like this is dangerous to all of us!" Rosalie snarled. "I wouldn't tell... anyone." Bella said slightly alarmed. "She knows that Bella." Carlisle said softly as he cleans his hand and Esme gave Bella a soft sad smile.

"Just ignore her Bella I do." Edward said coldly causing Rosalie to slightly snarl. "That's not very nice of you Edward." (Y/n) called out as her and Jasper jumped off a tree branch. "Nice to meet you Bella." (Y/n) said walking towards Bella gracefully.

Bella looked at (Y/n) in slight awe before smiling at her. "Yeah." Bella said as she saw Jasper slightly tensed but looks a lot more relaxed then he was in school.

Time Skip

"Oh, it seems you have brought the Major and Captain with you." Aro said as Major took fully control of Jasper body. "The hell you want?!" Major snarled causing (Y/n) to take his hand in hers. "Its okay Major." (Y/n) said as she looked at Aro.

"We would like to see your gifts." Aro said as he sat back on his throne with his brothers. "Darlin' I don't like this." Major growled causing (Y/n) to peck his cheek. "Its fine love." (Y/n) said with as soft giggle as she walked to the center of the room.

It was silent as the Volturi watch (Y/n) curiously of her gift and why Aro wanted her so much to join them. (Y/n) took a deep breath causing her body to instantly replace them moved on it own.

(Y/n) stopped gracefully as Aro gasped and cheered happily at her. "Magnifico." Aro said as (Y/n) stood close to Major with her head bowed. "The ability to control the four main elements." Caius said with slight astonishment.

"I guess you can say that." (Y/n) said softly with a kind smile. "What other gifts do you have child?" Marcus asked as he slightly leans in. "Magic." She said then smirked as she moved away and created a dark hole in the middle.

"Come forth." (Y/n) mumbled as large heartless appeared. It snarled at the Volturi as the guards hissed at the Heartless creature. "This is a Heartless. They steal hearts." (Y/n) said softly as the creature turn an slightly coo'd at (Y/n) as if it was a child and (Y/n) is the mother.

"They can do my bedding if I please." (Y/n) said as she pet the creature then it disappeared as if it wasn't even there in the first place. "We need someone like you." Aro started causing Major to instantly hiss.

"Over my dead body." Major hissed as (Y/n) remained calm hoping it would effect the Major a bit. "Of course we can't separate you both. And a vampire with your experience Major. You would be a useful fighter." Aro grinned as Major was on the verge of wanting to kill him.

"I appreciate the offer King Aro. But I must decline. I am happy where I am with my husband and his family." (Y/n) said with a smile as The Three kings frowned in disappointment.

Time Skip

(Y/n)'s POV

"I couldn't bare the thought of losing you to them." Jasper said as tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You where scared?! I was afraid to death that they would've killed you if I haven't stopped the Major from attacking." I said causing him to chuckle softly.

"I love you (Y/n)." Jasper mumbled causing me to smile at him. "I love you too." I said as we lean in for a kiss.

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