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secretlynestaarcheron · 2 years

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Pitch it to Me: Ch 2

Gwynriel

Azriel

To say Azriel was nervous was an understatement. He glanced back at the table where two plates sat between the boxes of pizzas, it looked too prepared, he concluded as he snatches the plates up and sets them on the island in a stack. He shook his head at the stupidity of his situation.

“What is going on here?” Rhysand questions from the doorway. He raised an eyebrow as he looked from the table to Azriel. “Got a hot date or something?” When Azriel does not say anything Rhysand lets out a bark of laughter. Before Azriel can say anything the doorbell to the townhouse they shared rang out.

Azriel glares at Rhysand as he follows Azriel down the hall. Azriel swings the door open, hos mouth open in greeting but pauses when he sees more than one person on his doorstep. Elain Archeron smiles brightly at him, “Hey, I hope you don’t mind, I brought some people to help,” she says.

Rhysand laughter grows louder. “I guess it’s the or something,” he murmurs, munching on a slice of pizza as he begins walking up the stairs. “Don’t have too much fun down here.”

Elain gives a confused look between them before turning to her group. “Azriel this is Lucien and Nesta’s roommate-,”

His eyes scan the group until they fall onto the redhead in the back who was looking anywhere but him. “Gwyn,” he supplies, earning a surprised look from Elain.

Elain walks past him into the foyer. “Lucien and I were chatting after our bio class earlier and since we are both stem majors we wanted to take a twist on the assignment. I went to the professor and she was cool with it as long as our partners-,” she gestures to Gwyn and then to him. “Were okay with it.”

Azriel stares at her, his eyes knitting in confusion. “So,” Elain says, as she rocks back on her heel leaning into Lucien slightly. Azriel's eyes shifted to where there was no longer a gap between them. He felt like an idiot. Sure they got along at the parties Rhysand dragged him to as he followed Feyre around like a love sick puppy but Elain didn’t seem to feel the connection he felt. “Are you cool with it? You both are criminology majors, I think you two would work better together anyways.”

He shakes his head looking back up to Elain who was staring at him curiously. “I thought we could all start working tonight, together,” she continues.

Azriel nods, turning to Gwyn who had been looking at him. “Of course,” he replies with a slight shrug as if it didn’t matter to him. “Let’s head into the kitchen. I grabbed pizza on my way home from practice for us.”

He moves down the hall and hears them follow him. He casually moves to the cabinet and grabs two more plates setting the pile on the table. Lucien and Elain grab a few slices before sitting on the other end of the table and beginning to chat loudly about their project.

“I didn’t realize you were her partner,” Gwyn says beside him. He looks over at her and raises an eyebrow. She continues to explain, “When she texted Nesta to ask me to switch. I didn’t realize it was you.”

He scratches the back of his head, was there something he was missing? Did he do something to her? “It’s just an assignment, I don’t really mind who I am paired up with,” he replies but his stomach sinks when he sees her eyes harden before turning away from him and reaching for a slice. That was obviously not the right thing to say.

Azriel stares at Gwyn from across their computer screens, her teal eyes and copper hair illuminated from the computer light as she scans the page she was reading. He couldn’t pinpoint where he knew her from but obviously they had met before. The only noise coming from the other side of the table as Lucien and Elain somehow find a way to flirt over how factories are polluting the air and killing us slowly.

Gwyn eyes flicker up to meet him and a red blush appears on her cheeks. Maybe she had a crush on him and that's why she was being so weird. “Have you found a topic you're interested in yet?” she asks softly, her eyes darting back down to her computer.

“Oh, uh- yeah a few,” he says looking at the blank document staring back at him. “I am honestly open to anything so if there’s one you are passionate about I am more than happy to accommodate.”

Her eyes narrow as she blinks at her screen. Azriel reaches forward and shuts his own computer and leans forward. “Okay, come on tell me,” he says. “I know you got an idea you want to do.”

“I know the class is public health but I was speaking with the TA after class and he said that I could do public safety as long as I brought health into it somehow,” she murmurs, chewing on her bottom lip. “I was thinking about doing public safety on college campuses.”

Azriel nods in thought but he can tell she has more to say. “That seems broad. I am assuming you have more to say on the matter?”

Her eyes flicker up to meet him and there's a new determination in them. “The student police department takes fifteen minutes on average to get to a bluelight and even longer when a crime is called in,” she says softly. “This delay has lead to robberies, hazing, student injuries, and sexual harassment.”

There’s a fire in her eyes as she finishes her sentence. “This results in not only physical health traumas but mental,” she retorts. “Someone might not always be walking and have the courage to say something or fight what's wrong, the university website promises three minute response times. We should feel safe on our own campus.”

Azriel isn’t stupid, he knows she was effected by this. He knows that they must have been delayed when she needed them and a new anger burns deep in his chest. “You’re going to start a revolution,” he says and she looks up at him with bright eyes.

“We’re going to start a revolution,” she retorts. “As long as you're okay with it.”

He smiles at that. Her passion was fueling her and in that moment all he wanted to do was help her set the world on fire if that would make her keep smiling. “Hell yeah I am okay with it. Let’s get some justice.”

After Gwyn, Elain, and Lucien left Rhysand sat at the table. He had TA’s for a few of the criminology classes and was given access to the crime data center in order to pull cases for the classes. He scrolled through them, checking the time of when they were called in and when the security showed up to the scene. She was right. How did it take them so long?

The door slams open and Cassian walks in, dropping his bag on the counter and flipping open the pizza boxes until he found one that still had some left. “What are you brooding about?” he asks with his mouth full of pizza.

Azriel pulls his attention away from his computer. “Do you know Gwyn Berdara?” he asks.

Cassian pauses midchew. “Do you mean coach's daughter Gwyneth Berdara?” Cassian says after swallowing his pizza. He takes a sip of his water before sitting across from Azriel. “Please tell me you don’t have a thing for the coach's daughter. He’s already pissy enough.”

“Azriel has a thing for Coach Hyberons daughter?” Rhysand asks as he walks into the room as he grabs his own slice of pizza. “How'd the not date go?”

Cassian chokes on his piece and they both turn towards him. Azriel rolls his eyes at the dramatics. “You had a not date with Coach Hyberons daughter?”

Azriel groans as he closes her laptop. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to work on this anymore tonight. “No he had a date with Elain Archeron that turned into a not date when she showed up with her own date and Gwyn,” Rhysand supplies. “How’d you not know that that was Hyberons daughter?”

Azriel stares up at him. “Maybe because his last name is Hyberon and her last name is Berdara? They look nothing alike? I’ve never heard him talk about her? Should I continue?” he draws on. “How did you two know?”

Rhysand and Cassian glance at each other. “She’s his step-daughter,” Rhysand responds. “And we may have looked Hyberon up on facebook freshman year.”

“Mrs. Berdara is way too hot for coach hyperion, he’s gotta be rich,” Cassian adds, taking another big bite of his pizza and chewing loudly.

Rhysand reaches over and smacks the back of Cassian’s head. “Like you could get a MILF,” he retorts.

“How does that make you feel that Azriel is hanging out with Elain Archeron, I was with Nesta Archeron and have plans to see her again, and your Archeron sister is dating your enemy?” Cassian asks leaning back in his chair to look over at Rhysand.

Azriel shakes his head. He wondered if Cassian ever really thought before he spoke. Rhysand turns towards him slowly and gives him a sarcastic grin. “Fucking fantastic, thanks,” he deadpans. “But watch out Cas. The Archeron sisters are destined to break the hearts of the bat bros. Elain crushed Azriels tonight. Feyre crushed mine in the summer. It's your turn now.”

Cassian lets out a bark of a laugh. “If anyone is breaking anyone's heart. I am breaking Nestas,” he responds.

It is Azriel and Rhysands turn to laugh. “You aren’t even dating her and she’s got you wrapped around her finger. There’s no way she's leaving broken-hearted,” Rhysand cackles. Azriel drones them out trying to figure out how he knew Gwyn Berdara.

He rubs his temples as he tries to think back on the last four years of college, cringing at the amount of partying he allowed Cassian and Rhysand drag him to over the years. Freshman year. His eyes widen as he remembers when he knows her from. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.

Rhysand and Cassian stop bickering and turn towards him. “What’s wrong with you?” Rhysand asks.

Azriel shakes his head. He pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to Gwyn since they had exchanged numbers before she left. “I am an idiot,” he responds, grabbing his laptop and the few notebooks he had down there and going up to his room.

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goatskickin · 2 years

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When we last left the Springs-Eternal family, the heir Justice was toddlering, Auntie Rishell paid the family a visit, and cheerful househusband Patrick kept everyone from starving to death.

What befalls the family now, with baby #2 on the way?

Hello everyone it’s Monty, and welcome back to another day in paradise! It’s time for the 6pm Wild Workout.

I hope you’re ready, because this cardio set will make you SWEAT.

Okay, get ready, we are starting off easy with lunges, 3 sets of 10…

Pump it up, You've got to Pump it up, Don't you know Pump it up, You've got to Pump it up, Don't you know Pump it up -

“Ajay, dude, do you not hear the doorbell at all? Come on, you are RIGHT next to the door!”

“Can you chill? It’s probably some punk kids. So I was listening to this podcast about old Doc Beaker, you know the babe who lived in that castle looking place over in Strangetown? Listen, she was -”

“The door, Ajay! What the fuck! I’ve been recording, how long has someone been at the door?!”

“Hm, sorry? Can’t hear you...”

“Hi! Omigod I am so sorry, Ajay’s out of it, how can I help you?”

“It’s Monday.” ... “...yes it i - OH! Yes, sorry, I’ve got the money! Just a moment”

“Ajay, what the shit dude it’s Monday, get off your ass, come on - “ .. “Yes, hi, here you go, sorry about that, sorry for the trouble, sorry to bother.”

“Joey has another request.” “Oh?”

“He asks that you discontinue the show with the dogs.” “The show wi - you mean ‘Who’s Bark is it Anyway’? I’m sorry, I - “Yes, he asks that you discontinue the show with the dogs.” “But - I’m sorry, it’s our most popular kids show, they love it! We get all kinds of fan mail about it. About most of our 4-7pm Tuesday calls are from the kids.” “Joey asks that discontinue the show with the dogs.” ... “Now, I understand from your friend in the house here that this household partakes in...substances. Joey has no issue with that, state of things being what they are.”

“What would be an issue is if you were procuring or selling an excess of a product that went unreported to Joey. Is that the case?”

“NO! No! I mean...of course not. We just have the donations to keep the radio station going.”

“Good. No more dog show. Have a good evening. We will speak again on Monday.”

...

“Whoa. So no more ‘Who’s Bark is it Anyway’, huh? And since when does Joey have babes working for him?” “Shut UP Ajay.”

~~~

Back at the Springs-Eternal household, there’s a clear sign that our spare is on the way.

Also just because we’ve got sinks and toilets working doesn’t mean they always work like they are supposed to.

“Stupid - *urk* - “plumbing can’t”- *blarg*

And due to careful arm positioning, Hope shows her state even though her shirt does not.

Containing the household to the 8x8 allotment (Politics Restriction) means that any zombies are well away from the family when they do happen to amble on by.

Resident gourmand Patrick dreams of the day when he’s working in a restaurant, crafting his own creations. “I’m thinking a cashew ricotta and sundried tomato pizza as an appetizer, with barbecue tempeh skewers and rice -”

Hope reaches the top of the Creativity skill, working towards the larger want to max all 7 skills.

Patrick is confused by his urge to dance, but is compelled none the less.

AND THEN I FORGOT THAT JUSTICE WAS GROWING UP oops, sorry bud. I was directing Patrick to go give him a bath and he was already spinning.

That’s Hope’s kid alright!

Just for fun I had the little guy hop in the car downstairs. Did you know that the kids can turn the lights on and even the music?

“Aw, why aren’t they playing ‘Who’s Bark is it Anyway’? on the radio? It’s my favorite.”

Child age Justice proves his usefulness already! He’ll be clearing either the Athletic or Military restriction.

“Dad, why can’t I play Imagination Vacation with you and mom?” “Oh, Justice...it’s not that you can’t play with us; you can if you like! It’s just that it’s more fun for us because we talk about things that we could have done before The Fall. A lot of those things are something you have never done or don’t know about. For example, do you know what a skyscraper is?”

“I read about them! They are big and tall buildings in a downtown.” “That’s right! But you have not ever seen one in person. When we play that game, it is more fun because we talk about things we have seen or heard or experienced in person. In person, a skyscraper almost as tall as the radio tower, but it’s filled with people running around being busy.” “Cool! I can pretend good Dad. I will draw Mom a picture of a skyscraper when she wakes up. I’ll make her look teeny!”

One of the many local strays, Max, finally gets some pets from someone.

Then he promptly goes to work destroying the Murphy bed.

“Max no, we need that. Now my mom will never let me keep you.”

Keeping a stray was never going to happen anyway. Medical, Business and Culinary need to be lifted before any pets can reside on the lot. “Sorry Max started eating the bed Mom. He was probably just hungry.”

Justice is finally able to partake in the daily hotdog family meal.

“Dad, are there real dogs in this?!” “No J, but there *are* a mixture of legumes in these, as well as amaranth, which adds an anise like taste and an almost caviar-like texture -”

“I’m going back to meditating boys, keep it quiet down here if you do not mind.”

Luckily Justice likes jumping rope, so he can do that as much as he likes until he freezes. He’ll need those Body skill points, as before the Law Enforcement restriction is lifted, teenage and Elder sims that have less than a 10 body may not leave the lot for any reason. He’d also be able to sleep in a bed with a Comfort level higher than 3 prior to me clearing the Security Animal restriction....had he a nicer bed.

Zombie Matthew Picasso stays well away from Justice’s jump rope.

In the street, in clear view of zombies isn’t the ideal place for Justice to play. But Hope needs space to meditate in peace.

Daddy Koda wanders by to brood in the setting sun.

6pm is a rare time of day when I can take pictures of the family inside the house and you can actually see them!

Little J heads off to school and that’s one more mouth we don’t have to feed for 8 hours.

And just as the food runs out in the fridge again, Baby #2 arrives!

“Hold steady my buttered biscuit!”

And the spare is born, a girl, Mercy.

Now that Justice has petted him literally once, Max the stray stops by just about every day.

“Hope dear, how is your TVP dog? I’ve been experimenting with a vegan and gluten free fish sauce substitute for the batter. Please give me your honest feedback.”

Max is back yet again to see if Justice will give him treats.

It’s kind of breaking my heart to know that before the Education restriction is lifted, once Justice is a teen, that get can’t go to school.

This restriction is especially upsetting to me, and I don’t know why. Even without being able to “Learn to do homework” (Animal Show Business restriction), Justice does well in school. He hasn’t brought home a single kid from school though.

What’s the boy gonna do all day with no school?

Stay at home dad gets the child fed and the baby bottled.

After playing this family, I’ve really got to get a mod that makes the child age longer. 8 days is too short IMO!

“Mom, I know I’ve got to stop going to school soon. Is it because there isn’t anything else for me to learn?”

“No Justice, unfortunately, it’s more complicated than that. You will never stop learning! And you can read any book you like in the house. But there aren’t enough teachers to teach the older kids, the ones older than you. And not a lot of teenagers show up to school at all. A lot of them are working, or they are at home taking care of the house or siblings. And a lot of them are just gone, baby. Did you want to learn some medical terms, some doctor stuff? I can leave some reading on the computer if you like.”

“No, that’s okay. Thanks Mom.”

Patrick the dance fiend almost freezes his tuchus grooving on the porch outside. The ol’ whore’s bath is as popular as ever!

The stinky baby Mercy gets the sink bath treatment as well.

AWW

And as Monday rolls around again, Joey the Comb takes his cut. The protection money take is supposed to ensure nothing ‘bad’ happens to what few possessions they have left...but like, who’d want the family’s POS shit car and bucket sink, ya know?

UGH a snowday. Fun for the kiddo, but that’s another meal that Patrick has to carefully plan for. Damn.

“Hey buddy, I’m not hungry right now so I’m going upstairs to meditate. But when you start feeling dizzy because you’re hungry, just come get me, okay? I’ll grill up some of the pinto-beet dogs you like.”

Hope still does this constantly. <3

So now I thought that Hope was going to wash Mercy before work....

....but she just held on to her.....

uh HOPE

HOPE wat r u doin

Okay I guess it’s take your baby to work day!

WELL so with the baby gone for the day, Patrick’s got time to skill...

...over the lowing groans of zombies who wander through the family’s lot.

Due to the Animal Show Business restriction, children and teenagers may not skill build with objects that do not also raise fun.

But straight up games and toys are allowed. So a dart board was purchased - positioned safely way from the bed.

The chess board is allowed for kids of course, as it raises fun while increasing Logic skill.

Hope finally returns home with the baby. Mercy is still stinky, but otherwise no worse for wear.

“Daaad I know how Mercy got here. You and mom did a *smooching noise*.”

This work buddy Hope brought home (who is totally stealing Patrick’s dastardly mustache lewk) isn’t too keen on becoming friends.

“Bust a Move, Bust a Move, Bust a Move, Gossip, Tell Joke.” “What the HELL?! Ew, I’m leaving.”

Eh win some, lose some Hope. This guy seems like a jerk anyway.

Creativity is one of the skills needed for the Culinary career, so I get Patrick skilled up on the computer, the only allowable skilling object for Creativity at this time.

“It’s a magical story about a little bowl of salad who works hard each day at the salad bar. But, then there’s and EXPLOSION and afterwards the salad and all of the other kitchen food throw a big party to raise money to fix the restaurant the live in and then they team up and fight the big evil chef that rules over them all!”

“You’re born today! Hello baby!”

Justice has still not brought a single friend home from school. He’s doing well though.

“DAD I GOT AN A”

“THAT’S MY LITTLE GUAVA PEAR GO YOU”

Max the dog is still around for some reason. We do get the odd child walkby but I never seem to catch them in time for Justice to say hi.

Patrick continues to find solace in Pitstop Radio.

“House music hour is my favorite!”

And then it’s time for Mercy to grow up!

She also seems to be a clone of her ma.

Got a little more sass on her than Justice did though.

An unrealistic hair for a toddler, but w/e!

Justice continues to be a good noodle!

When Culinary is lifted I swear, I’m going back to using the little toddler feed-yourself-tables because all of these bottle feedings are annoying.

Hope’s had a little more time with Mercy than she was able to have with Justice, so she’s actually been able to help out with the toddler skills. All done sans SmartMilk or Thinking Cap (Science restriction).

“Justice, when someone really loves you, they will do anything to be with you, even if it means eating hotdogs in the dark until further notice.”

After some jump roping and getting at least 3 Body skills, I was surprised to see that Justice had the option to Work Out. Must be from a mod that I have?

DAMN IT not another snow day! >:(

“WOOHOO SNOW DAY, OOGIE OOGIE OOGIE”

Max the stray is also here to celebrate I guess!

The eyes say “I didn’t mean to eat the bed” but I know that as soon as he’s invited in that he’d do it again...

Awww, he is a pretty cute mutt.

“Mercy, say “Parmigiano Reggiano.“

...

“Mercy, ‘Parmigiano Reggiano‘“

“...pa..pa?”

“Almost! pahr-mee-jah-nah -” “....pa...pa?”

“Let’s try something else. Say ‘Dad’.“

“Dada!”

“That’s good Mercy!”

Justice actually quite likes his baby sister! Even if her crib is right next to his bed, waking him up at all hours.

Justice’s teen birthday is already here. Celebratory hot dog meal for all!

And who arrives to help celebrate but Rishell! Seriously, she was not invited she just showed up. ^-^

“They used to have people who were on TV just to make food Justice!” “Okay cool! Mom, what’s a TV?”

...and you will have to wait until next time to see how Justice grows up! Will Patrick finally be able to start working on the Culinary restriction? How close is Hope to becoming an elder (answer: very very). What am I going to do with Justice when he can’t go to school?

Until next time, Carry on, Woman!

#apocalypse challenge #apocalypse C.O.W.#sims 2 story

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nikki-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Beauty In the Blood - Part 5

Summary: One day your friend convinces you to join a dating website that matches people based on their search histories, and when you match with Loki Odinson, a handsome, intelligent coroner who’s a fan of your murder mysteries, you’re absolutely thrilled. But there’s something off about Loki, and as your relationship progresses, you discover that his dark side is even darker than you could ever have imagined…

Pairing: Serial Killer!Loki x Writer!Reader

Read part four here!

A/N: This story is based off of this post! I hope you guys enjoy; this is my first time writing Loki, and this will probably be the darkest thing I’ve ever written. Please let me know what you think as the story progresses!

*Please read to the end for another author’s note!*

A/N: Warning, folks! Here be smut! Nothing too dark in this chapter as far as gore or violence goes, though. Which... I suppose is a plus, considering this story. I hope you guys enjoy!

Too good to be true.

That was the thought that kept plaguing you, even four months later. He’s too good to be true. This relationship is too good to be true. What happens when I figure out that this is too good to possibly be true?

And yet, day after day, Loki continued to prove you wrong. It wasn’t all just the big romantic overtures that you found out he loved to make. (Like the time he had a dozen red roses delivered to your door on your one-months anniversary. Or the brand new matching wireless keyboard and mouse he got to make writing easier for you. Or the time he took you to a quaint, tucked away speak-easy to treat you to a night of drinks and slow dancing.)

It was in the little things, too. How he would come over on days where you felt less-than-good to hold you and watch your favorite movies. Or how he would send you texts throughout the day to tell you about an interesting case at work, or to ask you what you wanted for dinner on date night, or just to tell you that he was thinking about you.

In fact, some would even say that he was too attentive, too perfect, and were it anyone else, alarm bells would be going off in your head. But there was something about him that made you keep coming back for more, and even with months now behind you, you still couldn’t get enough.

And maybe that was why you were so nervous right now. Pacing back and forth across the length of your bedroom, you stared down at your stocking-clad feet as you tried frantically to tamp down the butterflies batting around your rib cage. You knew, consciously, that even if tonight were a disaster, Loki would still care about you. He wouldn’t just up and leave, even if Thor ended up despising you.

But you still really hoped he wouldn’t.

A gasp parted your lips when the tell-tale sound of your doorbell echoed throughout your home, and after one more deep breath, you pulled your heels on and made your way down the stairs. With one last glance in the mirror and a quick, silent prayer to whoever might be listening, you threw your purse over your shoulder and opened your front door.

His smile still caught you off guard sometimes. As you stepped out into the darkness of the evening, you felt heat flood your cheeks as Loki grinned up at you. He was dressed impeccably as always, sporting a dark green suit with a crisp white shirt, and if the way his eyes raked over you was anything to go by, he was more than pleased with how you looked, as well.

“And you must be the woman I’ve heard so much about!”

A loud, booming voice took you off guard, and you watched as annoyance flashed over your boyfriend’s face at the outburst. As he turned to shoot a glare over his shoulder, you caught a flash of the other man waiting at the base of your front steps, and though you already knew that Loki was adopted, you were still briefly taken aback by just how different the two brothers were.

Thor was just as large as Loki had described, and although the two stood at about the same height, his shoulders and build were so broad that he would have been quite intimidating, were it not for the large grin on his face. His long hair was pulled up into a loose bun, showing off a pair of blue eyes that seemed to radiate genuine happiness, and despite your still-present nerves, you couldn’t help but let a matching smile come over your features.

“Hi, Thor. Loki’s told me so much about you.”

“And I’m sure all of it is incredibly flattering, right?” He sent a conspiratorial glance back to Loki, who only raised an eyebrow.

“Whatever could I tell her about you that wouldn’t be flattering, brother?”

“Nothing comes to mind, seeing whereas I’ve never done anything wrong or questionable.”

“Thor Odinson? Perish the thought.”

The man in question let out a bark of laughter before turning back to you and extending his arm for a handshake.

“Well, my brother has nothing but glowing remarks about you,” he remarked, all but crushing your hand in his grip. “And I couldn’t be more thrilled to finally meet the woman who’s stolen Loki’s heart.”

Once more, you felt heat rising in your face, and you let out a nervous chuckle as Thor dropped your hand. From your right, you felt an arm slither around your waist, and you leaned into Loki’s warmth.

“Thank you so much! It’s a pleasure to meet you, too.”

“You don’t need to lie for his sake, love,” Loki stage-whispered into your ear. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a nudge with your elbow, though Thor seemed to be used to his brother’s sass. Without a glance in his direction, Thor reached into his pocket and withdrew a set of keys, clicking a button on them until you heard a car beep close by.

“Shall we be off, then?” he asked. “We have about twenty minutes until our reservation.”

“That is if his driving doesn’t kill us along the way,” Loki snarked, guiding you towards the car with a hand on your lower back.

“I didn’t hear you offering to drive earlier, Loki,” Thor commented, sending his brother a look that elicited a scowl in response.

“Only because my car is in the shop. Remember?”

“Excuses, excuses.”

You giggled at the pained look your boyfriend sent you, pecking his cheek as Thor made his way around to the driver’s seat. Loki offered to sit in the back, but after a few moments of deliberation, you ended up sitting in the back with Loki on the passenger side next to Thor. Your seating arrangements ended up working out perfectly, though, because you had the perfect vantage point to watch the two brothers bicker over how to get to the restaurant. Loki was doing his best to navigate, but… Well. You quickly learned that it was of no use with Thor behind the wheel.

“I said take a left at Sycamore, Thor.”

“I heard you. But there’s a shortcut between Sycamore and Highland Street.”

“No, there’s not. Have you even driven through this part of New York before?”

“You forget I used to live here, too, brother. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Oh, just like you did when we were driving through London, yes?”

“That was your fault. If you hadn’t had tried to-“

“WATCH FOR PEDESTRIANS, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!”

Needless to say, the twenty minute drive was eventful to say the least, and you were only mildly traumatized by the way Thor was bobbing and weaving through the thick New York traffic. Even Loki looked a bit green from it, and you’d never seen your boyfriend shaken by anything. When both of you had your feet once again on solid ground, he wrapped an arm around you once again and whispered against your hair.

“I really do apologize for all of that, darling.”

“No, please don’t. It was funny,” you assured him, pecking his cheek as Thor rounded the vehicle towards you. “Usually you’re so…unperturbed. It was nice to see you a little ruffled.”

He sent you a bemused smile, but it vanished as Thor clapped him on the back hard enough to make him stumble forward a few steps.

“Well, nothing ruffles Loki’s feathers like me. It took an entire month of convincing for him to even agree to me visiting.”

“A decision I’m regretting more and more as the minutes tick by…”

Soon enough, the three of you were sat at a table in one of the nicest restaurants you’d ever been to. Surprisingly enough, Thor had recommended the place, and after your waiter came by to take your drink orders, you rested your hand on top of Loki’s and turned towards the blonde.

“Thank you for the restaurant suggestion, Thor. How’d you hear about this place?”

“My girlfriend actually told me about it. Usually when I’m in New York on business, I just go to local food trucks or pizza parlors. But Jane said that I should take you two somewhere nice. She apologizes for not being able to make the trip, by the way. She was just as curious about you as I was, but she had an important conference to give a lecture at.”

“That sounds amazing! And no worries; I’d love to meet her next time you’re in town. What do the two of you do for a living?”

“Well, Jane is an astronomer – one of the best in the entire world, actually,” he started, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his partner. “She’s lecturing on a new design she’s invented, some sort of spectrometer. Honestly, it all goes way over my head, but that’s why she’s the genius.”

“To be fair, most things go over your head, brother.”

Thor rolled his eyes at Loki’s quip, and when you turned towards your boyfriend, you saw that he had a small smile on his face to match the mischievous glint in his eyes. You knew better than to take him seriously; anyone would be able to see how close the two were, despite their back-and-forth.

“And what about you, Thor? Loki’s never told me what you do for a living.”

“I work for Stark Industries,” he replied, taking a sip of the large pint of beer he’d ordered. “It’s not much, but it keeps me busy.”

“Not much, indeed,” Loki interjected. “You’re only in charge of the entire marketing department, after all.”

Your eyes widened at that; Stark Industries was one of the biggest, most well-known brand names in the world. From appliances to electronics to clean energy, it was right up there with Google and Disney as far as most were concerned, and to think that Thor was in such a high-ranking position, well… From the things Loki had told you about Thor, you hadn’t expected such a career for him.

“Wow. That’s…incredible. So you know Tony Stark?”

“Oh, me and Tony are great friends. But I don’t ‘run’ the marketing department by any means. Just the UK faction of it.”

“’Just’?”

After that, the waiter stopped by to take your respective orders, after which Thor settled his attention on you once more.

“So, Loki has already told me about your writing. It’s funny to think of him dating the author responsible for those books he’s obsessed over for years.”

“I’m not obse-“

“Has he asked you to sign any of his copies yet?”

He had, jokingly, at one point. But you didn’t tell Thor that.

The rest of the evening passed by without incident, and your nerves quickly evaporated as the three of you laughed and talked through the rest of the meal. Loki liked to joke at Thor’s expense, but it was clear that he held his older brother in high regard, and Thor clearly loved Loki very much. More than a few times, you caught him watching you and Loki closely, a discerning, considering look in his eyes that belayed an intelligence you hadn’t expected. He might not be as book smart or as well-spoken as his younger sibling, but Thor obviously was good when it came to reading people. Whatever he was looking at, though, it didn’t disappoint, because any time your eyes met, he would send you a small, encouraging smile that would immediately dissipate any worries you might have had.

In what felt like no time at all, the three of you were piling out of the car at your house again, and you didn’t hesitate to return Thor’s hug as he said his goodbyes.

“It was wonderful to meet you,” he assured you. “Loki’s never let me meet any of his girlfriends before, but I see now that he was just waiting for the right one to come along first.”

Taken off guard by his genuine compliment, you could only blink up at him for a few moments in surprise before your brain kicked back in.

“That’s…so kind of you to say, Thor. Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

After clapping you on the shoulder, Thor said his goodbye and got back into his car, giving you and Loki some privacy. As soon as his blonde head disappeared into the vehicle, you felt two cold hands cup your cheeks, and before you knew it, you were being pulled into a deep, toe-curling kiss, and you let yourself melt into your boyfriend’s embrace as he held you against him.

“That went well, I would say,” he murmured as the two of you finally parted. “He likes you, if that wasn’t already obvious.”

“I like him, too,” you smiled. “Thank you for letting me meet him.”

“I should be the one thanking you, love.”

He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but you watched as uncertainty began to creep along his features, and after a few moments of considering, his mouth snapped shut once again.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” he replied, shaking his head. “I forgot what I was going to say, is all. I think driving with Thor still has my brains slightly scrambled.”

“Hm.” You didn’t believe him, not for a second, but whatever it was left your mind as soon as his lips came down onto yours once more. This kiss was slower than before, and lingering; his hands slid up over your hips to settle on your waist, and he let out a soft sigh through his nose before pulling away to set his forehead on yours.

“I should probably head home,” he whispered. “But Thor leaves out tomorrow morning. Would you like to come over tomorrow?”

“For dinner?”

“And dessert.”

You grinned, pressing one last kiss to his lips before taking a step towards your door.

“I love you, Loki. Have a good rest of your evening.”

“I will, darling. But only because I’ll be thinking of you.”

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The two men drove in silence back to Loki’s house, leaving him to think back over the evening. It couldn’t have gone better, in his opinion. Thor liked you, but Thor was a bit like a golden retriever in that way. He loved most of the people he met, whereas Loki had always been more comparable to a cat; he needed to trust someone before deciding whether or not he liked them, typically, and his trust was not easily gained. In fact, there were only two people in the world he truly trusted, and now, they’d both finally made the other’s acquaintance.

The silence was finally broken when Thor parked in front of Loki’s home. As they both sat there, illuminated by the dashboard and streetlights, his elder brother turned to face him fully.

“I like her,” he announced, as though Loki couldn’t already tell that. “Does she know?”

Loki arched an eyebrow before getting out of the car and fishing his keys out of his pocket, striding up to his door as his brother scrambled to catch up with him.

“I have no idea what you could be alluding to,” he replied, opening his front door and bending down to scoop up Lovecraft, who had a habit of swiping at Thor anytime he tried to enter the house.

“Oh, I wonder,” Thor countered, shutting the door behind him before peeling off his winter coat. “I suppose I could be talking about your allergy to dogs. Or perhaps your aversion to the color orange. Or, oh, I don’t know, your habit of murdering innocents. Who knows?”

With a roll of his eyes, Loki hung his coat up beside Thor’s and started striding towards his basement stairs, trusting Thor to follow him.

“How many times must I tell you – there’s no such thing as ‘innocent’. Not in today’s world, at least.”

“Try telling that to a jury.”

“Hopefully it’ll never come to that point,” Loki sighed. He bypassed the first room of his basement, not giving a second glance to the old, miscellaneous pieces of furniture and the stacked boxes of keepsakes from childhood. No, instead he focused on the large, dusty bookshelf that covered the far wall of the room, reaching for the thick compendium of Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets that hid the keyhole.

“I’ll never get used to being down here…” Thor’s voice was uncharacteristically small in here; usually, his baritone could be heard from several rooms away, but his mood always took a dark turn when he was reminded of Loki’s…’proclivities’.

“You can always wait upstairs, you know,” Loki uttered without a backwards glance, fitting the small key into the lock and twisting until he heard a click.

“I know,” his brother assured him. “But I promised I’d help you, so let’s just get this over with.”

Smirking, Loki pocketed his keys and pulled the hidden door open, watching a section of the bookcase separate from the rest and turn on the hinges he’d installed so long ago. The creaking shriek they elicited made him wince, and he made a mental note to grease them before his next houseguest.

Luckily for Thor, the only beings alive or dead in Loki’s house were the two of them and Lovecraft, who pattered in after them before jumping up onto the chair in the corner. He typically didn’t allow his cat entry to this room, for obvious reasons, but he decided to leave her be as he knelt next to the detached backseat from his car that was sitting in the middle of the room.

“I’ve already replaced the stuffing; you just need to help me reupholster, and then I can do the rest.”

Thor knelt beside him with a grumble, grabbing a staplegun from his wall of power tools and torture instruments as he kept his eyes stubbornly focused on the seat.

“You know, if you used plastic tarps like any self-respecting serial killer would, you wouldn’t have to reupholster anything in the first place,” he groused. Loki knew that he had a point, and he usually did use plastic when transporting his victims.

“…This one was a bit of a last minute decision,” he finally conceded. “But I’m handling it, as you can see.”

Thor’s lips turned white as he pressed them together, pausing in his struggle to roll out more fabric.

“Loki, you can’t afford to make many last minute decisions with this sort of thing,” he muttered, all joking gone from his voice. “You promised me you’d be careful if and when you get these…urges.”

“And I am,” Loki assured his brother. “Truthfully. No one has ever suspected me of anything. Not once, and you know that.”

With a huff, Thor nodded and continued his work, his movements echoing in the concrete chamber. In the back of his mind, Loki knew that his brother was right, though. Five months ago, he never would have been so careless as to get a victim’s blood on his suede car seats. But, now that he had you in his life, all of his passions seemed to be reigniting. For one, he’d never had as much sex in his previous relationships as he was having with you. He also never felt the need to talk to someone as much as he spoke with you; he hadn’t had many girlfriends or boyfriends in the past, but the ones he’d had always complained about him being too distant, too aloof, too ‘unfeeling’. Now, though, he found himself craving you and your company at all times during the day, and his alone time was less and less precious to him as he considered how much better it would be having you by his side.

However, as those passions rose, others did as well. You and your newest novel were a constant source of inspiration to him, and his lust for blood had grown considerably. If he kept up the pace that he was at right now, he knew it would only be a matter of time before he slipped up. But he pushed that thought aside, as he always had. That was a bridge he would cross when he came upon it.

“…Will you ever tell (Y/N)?”

Thor’s question was sudden, and it made his hands still as he reached for the staple gun.

“…Are you suggesting that I do?”

“Of course not.” Thor shook his head, biting back a curse as he tried stretching a length of suede over the car seat’s frame. “At least, not right now. I think both of us know that it wouldn’t end well. But this is a…mammoth secret to keep from a significant other, Loki. And if you weren’t able to hide it from me, there will come a day when you won’t be able to hide it from her, either. Not if you’re going to keep her in your life.”

“You didn’t find out until I was twenty,” he countered. “And you only found out because I got sloppy.”

“I still knew that there was something off. And, if I’m being honest with myself, I suspected the truth for years before I caught you in the act.”

Loki’s eyebrows rose, and he didn’t know what was more surprising to him – the truth, or the fact that his brother was still able to take him off guard, even after all of the years spent together.

“…Truthfully?”

“Of course, Loki. I knew you weren’t sneaking out at night to go clubbing.” He chuckled a bit at the thought, though his laughter died the second he saw the look Loki shot him. “I saw you burning your clothes once, in the field behind our house. We were 17 at the time, I think. And I knew you wouldn’t burn them unless it were to hide…well. Bloodstains. It was the only explanation for why you decided to burn them in the middle of the night, at least.

“But I told myself that I was wrong. People do that, you know; when someone you love hurts you, or when they do something wrong, you know it. But you lie to yourself anyways.”

There was a long, heavy silence before the two brothers got back to work, one that was only broken several minutes later, when they were mostly finished.

“Loki?”

“Mm?”

Loki looked up, catching a solemn expression on Thor’s face that immediately didn’t sit right with him. For all of his sociopathic tendencies towards most people, he didn’t like to see his typically jovial sibling so serious.

“I can’t pretend to know what it’s like to be you,” Thor sighed. “I’ve never fully understood how your mind works, but I know that it’s hard for you to let people in. So I’m happy for you and (Y/N). I am. But I also know that, someday, she’s going to find out. It can either be from you slipping up, or from you telling her outright. But, someday, she’s going to find out.

“I meant what I said – when you find out that someone you love is bad, and that they’ve done bad things, you lie to yourself before accepting the truth. Just…promise me that you’ll look out for when she starts lying to herself about you. Alright?”

Loki swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as he thought about you, about how your face would twist into an expression of fear, of disgust, of hatred, when you finally found out about him. And his heart sank as he pictured the fragile reality you two had been living in all of a sudden crumpling into ash. He couldn’t even bear the thought of losing you, but what other choice would he have if you found him out?

“What are you suggesting I do when she finds out?” he asked, a slight waver making its way through the syllables despite his best interest.

“I’m asking what you’re prepared to do, brother. Think it over, and please, just be careful.”

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You woke up the next day to find a text waiting for you from an unknown number, but as soon as you opened it, a wide smile came over your face.

Loki wouldn’t give me your number, so I had to get it out of his phone while he slept. But I wanted to tell you before I fly back to London that it was lovely meeting you, and I’m very happy my brother finally found someone he loves. -Thor

The text was sent at 6:14am, so you knew that Thor was likely already on his plane, but you still tapped out a message before getting up and starting your day.

It was great to meet you, too! Have a safe trip back.

With that, you finally dragged yourself out of bed and went about your morning routine, sending Loki a quick good morning text as you ate breakfast. You were planning on finishing up the last chapter of your coroner story, and you were excited to let him read it that evening when it was done. He’d been so supportive throughout the entire writing process that you were making record time on it; even your editor was surprised at how productive you’d been lately, and you were anxious for his thoughts on the ending.

As you sat down at your computer to type it up, though, you saw that you had an email from your publisher, and your heartrate skyrocketed as you opened it up. You’d sent them the first five edited chapters a few weeks back, and even though you already had several published books, you still got excited anytime you heard back from them.

Your heart only beat faster as you read through their email, and though you’d only just sat down, you were soon leaping out of your chair once you were done. They were going to publish it! At least, they were going to as soon as you had all of the chapters. You’d been concerned that your main character wouldn’t have as much appeal as others of yours had in the past, but as it turned out, they loved Olivia.

Before you even realized what you were doing, your phone was out of your pocket and you were dialing Loki’s number, your fingers trembling in excitement. You tapped your foot anxiously as you waited for him to pick up, and when he finally did, he barely had time to say hello before you were telling him the good news.

“Hello, darling-“

“LOKI I HEARD BACK FROM MY PUBLISHER!” you cried, grinning from ear to ear. “Also hello! Good morning, my love.”

Loki’s velvety laugh only added to your elation, and you quickly ran up to your bedroom to start getting dressed.

“Good morning to you, too. I take it the news was good?”

“It was amazing news! Fantastic news, actually. I was going to finish the final chapter today, but now I’m too excited to focus!”

“Well, love, I’m sure that if you want to just take today to celebrate, it won’t put you too far behind schedule.”

“Speaking of celebrating, can I bring lunch by today on your break? If work isn’t too busy for you, that is.”

“That should be fine, darling; work is actually quite slow.”

“Perfect! I’m going to start getting dressed, but text me which restaurant you’d like, and I’ll pick it up. My treat!”

“Alright, love,” he chuckled. “I’ll see you around noon, then.”

After you two said your goodbyes, you flew through getting ready and ran a few errands before lunch time came around. Loki, as usually, had told you that he was fine with anything and that you should pick the restaurant, so you swung by your favorite bistro before taking a cab to Bellevue Hospital, waving at the front desk staff as you passed by. They all recognized you at this point from your previous visits to see Loki on his break, and they all smiled and waved back as you made your way to the elevators.

“(Y/N)!”

You turned to see one of the receptionists calling you over, and so you shifted the food boxes in your hands and approached the desk.

“Dr. Odinson asked me to tell you that he’s in his office – it’s on the same floor as the morgue, but take a left instead of a right when you get out of the elevators. His is the third office on the left.”

After thanking her for letting you know, you headed down that way, shivering as you stepped out into the cold basement floor. His office had a bronze name placard on it that had Loki’s name on it, and so, after a quiet knock, you walked in to find him sitting behind a tidy desk, tapping away at his laptop furiously.

“I come bearing gifts!” you announced, causing his head to pop up from staring at his screen.

“Come in, love,” he smiled, standing up to help you with the food. “Thank you so much for lunch.”

“Don’t mention it! I wanted to celebrate the latest book, and I can think of no way I’d like to celebrate more than to spend time with the man I love. …And that was incredibly cheesy, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” Loki laughed, pulling the chair in front of his desk out for you. “But it was also very sweet, and I appreciate it more than you realize.”

After setting your food down on the desk, you sat down, not realizing that Loki wasn’t going back to his side of the desk until you heard the click of a lock sliding shut behind you. Turning around, you watched as Loki stepped away from the door, approaching you with a conniving glint in his eyes.

“Did…you just lock the door?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink.

“I did,” he confirmed. He didn’t elaborate further before sinking down onto his knees in front of you, and you only caught on to his intent after he gently took the to-go cup out of your hands to rest it on his desk.

“…Am I stuck in here with you, or are you stuck in here with me?” you joked, starting to squirm in your chair as Loki’s hands came down onto your knees.

The only answer you got was a wink before his lips were on yours, and all other thoughts fizzled out as his palms started creeping up your thighs, getting closer and closer to the waistband of your jeans. His tongue tasted like coffee as it glided over your own, and a small moan escaped your lips when his teeth gently nipped at your bottom lip.

“Are you sure about this?” you whispered as he started unbuttoning your pants. “I mean… What if we get caught?”

“We won’t get caught, love,” he assured you, slowly dragging your zipper down before beginning to slide your jeans off. “No one can stop us from having a little celebration. As long as you can keep quiet, that is.”

You lifted your hips as he tugged your trousers down your legs, taking your panties with them, and you shivered when you felt the cold leather chair against your exposed skin. Biting your lip, you slowly nodded your head, spreading your legs wider as Loki stooped down to place open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh. It was wrong; you knew that there were other doctors in the offices right next to his, and you had no idea how thick or thin the walls were. Could they hear how hard you were suddenly breathing? Would someone passing by be able to hear the low, muffled groans Loki was making as he nipped and sucked hickeys into your skin?

As if sensing your thoughts, Loki glanced upwards as he spread your thighs even further apart, his lips twitching up into a smirk before he suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled, forcing your ass closer to the edge of the chair. In the same instance, he leaned down and buried his face between your legs, his nose just barely brushing against your clit as his tongue started lapping at your entrance. Your eyes rolled back he slipped it inside of you, the vibrations from his voice like bolts of lightning as he let out a guttural growl. He’d commented before on how much he loved eating you out, and you had no reason to doubt him as he thrust his tongue deeper and deeper inside of you.

“Loki…” You kept your voice at a soft whisper, gripping his hair as his tongue started alternating between thrusting into you and tracing patterns into your clit. Your hips jolted every time he swirled his tongue over your swollen bud, and it wasn’t long until they started rocking up against his face of their own accord. If you were at home, you’d already be begging for more or moaning his name over and over again, but now you were acutely conscious of every sound the two of you were making.

The panting of your breath and the obscene, slick noise of his tongue moving against you seemed to echo in the small room. With every shift of your hips, the chair you were in creaked, and you were soon fighting not to move too much for fear that it would be too loud. You were biting your lip so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you suddenly tasted blood, but the pleasure Loki was bringing you overshadowed any pain or discomfort.

Just as you felt the edge of your orgasm starting to approach, though, he was pulling away, licking his lips and watching your pussy clench around nothing as you tried to guide him back with the hands you had locked in his hair.

“Please,” you whimpered, “fuck, I was getting close-“

“Don’t worry, love,” he interrupted, leaning up to press a quick kiss to your lips. “I’m far from through with you.”

And that was all the warning you got before he scooped you up, setting you down onto his desk before you could do anything but let out a surprised gasp. At some point while he was eating you out, he must have taken his cock out of his pants, and now he was pushing you to lay on your back as he lined up with your entrance.

You gripped the edge of his desk so hard that your knuckles turned pale, but you still weren’t fully prepared for him to abruptly shove his cock inside of you, so hard that it pushed the air out of your lungs and pried a sharp moan from your lips. His hand came down over your mouth at its sound, and he leaned over you until your face was only inches from his.

“You have to stay quiet,” he panted, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back into you. “You don’t want us to get caught, do you?”

You hurriedly shook your head no, and he nodded before pulling his hand away and sliding it between your bodies. You nearly moaned again once his fingertips found your clit, though, and you pressed your own hand to your mouth as he began playing with it in time with his thrusts.

“Good girl,” he purred, his own voice fighting back a moan as he started a fast rhythm. “Of course… Maybe you do want us to get caught.”

He punctuated his statement with a hard buck of his hips, and you pressed the back of your hand even harder to your lips as it startled another cry out you. The desk was beginning to creak in time with his movements, and you knew that anyone who walked by outside would be able to hear it. You just hoped that they couldn’t also hear Loki’s raspy breathing, or the way his balls were smacking against your ass with every thrust forward.

“Maybe you do want someone to hear me fucking you. Is that it?” he continued, his voice not once rising above a low growl. “Do you want them all to know that you’re mine? That you’re letting me use you, fuck you, right here in my office? Anyone with a key could get in, love. A janitor, another doctor… Anyone could come in and see what a good little slut you’re being for me. And you love that, don’t you?”

His thumb was moving faster and faster against your clit, and you were rapidly approaching your orgasm; you couldn’t remember the last time a partner had brought you so close so quickly. This was so different from how Loki usually was; typically, he was gentle with you, treating you like you would shatter if he were to grip you too tightly or kiss you too hard. But there were times, you’d found, when something else would peak through the cracks; some nights, his hand found its way around your throat, or his voice dropped into something predatory, threatening.

This was one of those times, evidently. And it always made something else rise up within you – the desire to submit, to bend to him completely, to let him have you and use you however he wanted. And so you did.

With a long, loud moan, you felt yourself cumming around his cock, so hard that it made your eyes roll back and your back arch up off of the desk, bending at an almost unnatural angle as your cunt clenched around him. Through the ringing in your ears, you heard him let out a muffled curse, and his thrusts began getting even harder, even faster, and through it all you laid back and took it. Your body was limp and pliable from your orgasm, and you watched through half-lidded eyes as he took what he wanted from it.

It wasn’t long, though, until he pulled out, stroking his cock a few more times before you felt his cum against your thighs and belly, staining your shirt with his release as he leaned heavily over you, catching his breath. After letting out a deep, heavy sigh, he leaned over, kissing you gently before resting his head on your chest.

“…Wow,” you breathed, settling one of your hands on the back of his head as your other arm drew him closer.

“I agree with that assessment,” he murmured, pressing a kiss over your heart before lazily turning towards you. “You did say you wanted to celebrate, though.”

A giggle escaped your lips at that, and he smiled softly before kissing you once again and slowly drawing himself up to full height.

“I’m…sorry, if I was too rough,” he began, but you sat up and pressed a finger to his lips, shaking your head.

“I liked it. Loki, I know you’d never hurt me,” you assured him. “And I know you don’t really mean it when you do things like call me a slut.”

“Good,” he nodded, his eyes skating over your face. “Because I don’t. And I would never, ever, hurt you.”

“Then don’t apologize for getting a little rough,” you countered, pecking his cheek before starting to stand on wobbly legs. “Because you better believe I enjoyed it.”

“Mm. I could tell.”

You swatted playfully at his arm before straightening your jeans and grabbing a tissue from his desk, dabbing at the cum he’d left on your shirt before giving up on the task entirely and deciding to just keep your coat buttoned up on the ride home.

“…(Y/N)?”

You turned to find Loki staring at you, having already smoothed his appearance back to its usual unrumpled state. The look in his eyes gave you pause, though – it was the same look that he’d had the night before, when he’d looked like he had something to tell you before deciding against it. Unbidden, fear suddenly swept over you, and you had the worst feeling that he was going to break things off, that he was going to tell you that he’d rushed into things and that he didn’t feel the same way as you.

Gulping, you stepped closer, fighting against the trembling in your hands as he took them between his, pressing a kiss to each of your palms before looking up at you once more.

“I’ve…been doing a lot of thinking, and Thor’s visit yesterday made me realize something,” he began.

“I haven’t ever felt this way about anyone before. And, if I’m being honest, sometimes it terrifies me. There are… There are things about me that I haven’t told anyone besides Thor, and even then, there are things he still doesn’t know.

“I came to the realization last night, though, that I want you to know everything about me. I want you to accept me, fully, as I’ve accepted you. And even if I’m not ready to share it all with you, I know that I want us to grow to that point together. I want you to be mine, yes, but I want to be yours, too. Wholly and completely.”

He took a deep breath, then, and your eyes grew wide as he reached into his pocket, taking out a small box and handing it to you.

“I had this made earlier today, after I dropped Thor off at the airport. And I realize that, yes, this is rushing things a bit, and I want you to know that it’s alright if you need to say no or if you need to think it over. But I’m ready to take the next step, whenever you are.”

Feeling as if time was suddenly moving in slow motion, you opened the box, tearing your eyes away from Loki just long enough to look down…

…and see a key waiting for you.

Immediately, your heart soared, and you looked up to see a tiny, hopeful smile on his lips.

“Will you move in with me, my love?”

And even though, yes, it was probably too soon, even though you’d only known Loki for four months, even though all of the logic inside of you was screaming against it, you didn’t hesitate before answering him.

“Yes!”

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A/N: WOW it took forever to write this. I am so sorry! 2020 has really had its way with me, as it has with all of us, and I can’t apologize enough for letting my writing get so far behind. THANK YOU to anyone and everyone reading this, though. I hope you all are having a safe holiday season, and please don’t hesitate to contact me if you ever wanna talk! You guys are the best readers in the world, and I appreciate every single one of you!

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The one with the accidental tiktok part.1 .

characters: HARRYxMODELY/N

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N always record tons of tiktoks together but Y/N never post it. Then on a date night they record a funny tiktok and she accidentaly posts one.

word count: 1.989K

author's note: I received this request and I just wanna say how much I loved it. The concept it's everything so thank you to whoever sent me this and I hope you like it💗💗

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You and Harry have this tradition of cooking together every Friday night. It was a moment where it was just you and him and no one else doing something you love to do. It’s a time to connect and spend quality time together as a couple and actually, most of the time those cooking nights ends up on a very spicy night, if you know what I mean.

This Friday, you both are currently in Palm Springs. You and Harry decided to rent a house in there, so he didn’t have to drive from LA every morning and this would make things easier. The house itself had a really calming Californian desert vibe, it was really colorful and had a yellow front door that you loved the most. It even made you tell Harry you wanted to dye your front door in LA yellow because it just made the whole place feels happier.

It was already 7:30 pm now and you were sitting on the living room sofa in your gray sweatpants, turtleneck blouse and your damp hair being just showered. Your day was full, you took some photos for Cosmopolitan magazine so there were people putting a lot of makeup on you and touching your hair all day long and honestly, after all these quarantine months you weren’t pretty used to it. Messy hair, no makeup and sweatpants were your daily routine now. So at that moment, an eye mask, comfortable socks, sweatpants and spending time with your favorite man in the world were all you wanted.

You continue to go through the Instagram feed when you hear the sound of keys and then the front door opens. Your eyes met the apparently tired figure of Harry entering through it, you didn't judge him. This man was waking up every day at 5 in the morning and came home around this time, but you knew it was for something good and that he was actually having a great time on set. Your dog, Charlie immediately ran up to Harry, barking a little and basically jumping at the man's feet. Harry smiled tenderly and crouched down to pet the little dog, while you closed your laptop and stood up walking towards your tired boyfriend. He stood up when you approached him trying to smile at you, but you could see in his beautiful green eyes that he was really tired. You smiled at the boy, placing your left hand on his shoulder, approaching to give a peck on his lips and then you ran your hand through his hair, making him sigh with satisfaction at the feeling he loved.

— Hi! — You spoke in a cheerful tone but not so much, it was calm, but he could feel in your voice that you were trying to cheer him up — How was it today? You look tired, my darling.

He then sighed as he put his keys and cellphone on the small table by the door.

— I am! I had so many scenes today, and to make matters worse, I had to redo the same scene about four times! — Harry said, sounding frustrated

— Oh, I'm sorry! — You said, propping up the on wall right behind you and crossing your arms trying to think of some way to make his day better. —

Why don't you take a shower, use the bath bubbles and relax? And I’ll order something for us to eat, anything you want. What do you think? Pizza, Chinese food? Anything you want.

— But today is Friday, we always cook together on Fridays! — Harry argued, frowning at your suggestion. And you actually did, it was probably one of the few things you both did by the beggining of your relationship that became a tradition to you.

— But you're tired, and it can be cool too either way! — You said, placing your hands on his shoulders starting to massage them calmly, then giving a small kiss on the back of Harry’s neck.

— No, no! It’s alright! — Harry said, shrugging you off and starting to walk straight to the bedroom while you followed him thinking what the hell did he wanted to say with that. It’s the confusion for me. He walked into the master suite bathroom starting to take off his shirt. You were surprised by the lack of tattoos, of course you knew they were covering it up for the film but it was really hard to get used to it, when you were so used to seeing his tattoos for almost three years now — I’ll take a relaxing bath and then I’ll be ready so we can cook together and bing watch a show or a movie, okay? — Harry said entering the shower. You really didn’t matter to skip one cooking night, but it was important to Harry, he loved those nights as much as you did and he didn’t want to make you lose a cooking date because of his tiredness. You just agreed with him even though you were not doing it.

So, you just went back to the living room where you took your cell phone on the couch and ordered Chinese food, since you both loved it. It didn't take long for Harry to come out of the bathroom in his sweatpants and damp hair. You sure loved Harry anyway, but when he was like that, with the damp hair of someone who just got out of the bath he literally looked like a Greek god. He sat beside her on the couch, lifting his legs and placing them over his lap. Harry propped his head on the back of the couch watching you place your cell phone on the coffee table.

— Have you decided on today's recipe? — He asked, stroking his calf.

— No, I ordered food! — You answered calmly watching the boy's facial expressions change.

— What? Because? I said we could cook! — Harry said settling himself on the sofa so he could face her better.

— You said, but we can't! — You replied approaching your face to him, putting your arms over your shoulders — But it will be cool too. We can eat, watch some movies, some tiktoks, I can even massage you since you have the worst back in the world! — Harry chuckled at hearing his words, not that you could say anything about bad backs, but he will just let it go for the moment.

Harry leaned in kissing your lips as his right hand was now in your cheek. Deep down, he knew this was exactly the best thing for today. The kiss started to get steamy. It was slow but passionate, Harry slid his hand that was previously on your cheek down your body until it reached your waist where he lifted you and placed you on his clothed lap.

You brought your right hand to the boy's neck and pulled his hair lightly causing Harry to groan as he squeezed your waist. He slid one of his hands down the sides of your body and brought it back to your cheek where he started to kiss your neck making you roll your eyes. It wasn’t anything higly sexual, it was more about the intimacy, the initmacy of being so closed to his lover.

And then the doorbell rang alerting that his order had arrived causing you to llet out a frustrated sigh as you separated the kiss looking at the smirk on your boyfriend's lips.

— Chinese food... — You said withdrawing from his lap and getting up starting to walk to the door.

— I said it would be better to have cooked! — Harry said ironically running his hands over his thighs covered in sweatpants.

You had already paid by credit card over the phone so thank god it was just getting the food. You returned to the living room in a few seconds, placing the packages on the coffee table and sitting on the carpet. Harry then slid from the couch to the carpet on the floor and sat beside you.

— Should we film a tik tok? — You said, opening the bags getting your orders out of it. You ordered Chicken Yakisoba for you and shrimp yakisoba to Harry as he’s a pescatarian — Like, while we eat! We’re never gonna post it, so whatever!

— Sure! — Harry said, handing you your phone and grabbing his order — Oh, which one should we do? Like, the couple challenge, or should we like lip sing to one? — Harry asked.

— Oh, OH! I saw a heard an audio today — You started laughing just about remembering it. Harry thought it was so adorable when you’d do it, so whenever you were trying to tell a story and started laughing because you remember it perfectly and it was so funny to you, he’d just stay there with a cheeky smile admiring your face and laugh — Alright, so it’s like a song and then the girl it’s singing like ‘’my man ain’t shit’’, ‘’my man ain’t shit’’.

— Excuse me?? Why would we do it? I’m like the coolest person! — Harry interrupted you making you look at him with a mocking look.

— ANYWAY, wait for it! — You put a few strands of your hair behind your ear while taking the spring roll with a napkin — Then the girl says like ‘’why you won’t leave him?’’ and she answers ‘’’cause bitch, dick too bomb’’. — You couldn’t help laughing at it, because it was just so funny to you. Harry laughed too, he loved that you could find the funny side in the silliest things, but could also be so mature when it was needed.

— Ok, I like how it turned out, let’s do it! — Harry said taking a bite of his food as making you chuckle. It was true though, this man’s dick? too bomb.

You then entered the tik tok app and prepared everything and positioned the phone in front of you both.

— Wait, what should I do? — Harry asked as he stand up behind you.

— Nothing, just copy the obscene gesture that I’ll do in the end and you’ll be fine. — You said with a mocking smile at him.

— Why? I wanted to lip sing too! — Harry said, looking at the camera, pouting like a child.

— Because I don’t have a dick, so it would be weird if you sang! — You argued, turning your head to face him.

— Oh, is there any audios about boobs? Because love, yours are spectacular — He said widening his eyes, making you laugh and turn again to face the camera now.

— Ok, focus Harry, focus! — You said as you press the button to film and started lip singing. When the time ended, you both sat down to watch it and it actually turned out really funny, and Harry doing the gesture was totally the best part of it.

When you were about to save it privately on the app, Harry accidentally spilled the soy sauce on the carpet. Yes, the white carpet in your rented house. You clicked on any button to save the video and ran to get a floor cloth or anything that could remove that stain. In fact, you knew I wasn't going to leave, the act of trying to clean up was a spur of the moment. Well, you couldn’t clean it and a few minutes later your cell phones started to vibrate a lot due to notifications and when you clicked to see what it was they saw that in the moment of despair, you didn’t press the button that would save the video privately, but yes to post publicly. The video was basically all over the social network and even if you delete it now, you very much doubt that the whole world hasn't seen it yet.

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tatttletale · 3 years

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Moving On | Mystery Skulls Animated

In which Lewis isn't vengeful or corporeal. AU, I guess?

I wrote this tiny piece in an hour for an exam and I think it turned out okay?? So I'm just... leaving it here for angst...

The shop's doorbell rings and Arthur sits up from his place on the ground, ever attentive.

This is the fourth car in as many hours and yet he immediately agrees to fix it, promising its return at the same time tomorrow. He smiles and chats effortlessly as the customer fills out the form, hands over his keys and leaves again just as quickly, adding yet another project—another distraction—to the queue.

Arthur does not falter. Instead, the mechanic gulps water from a plastic bottle, signs agreement on the form and cycles around to the Toyota on the far side of the garage, delivered this morning with a crumpled bonnet. Before removing the engine, he decides to check underneath and stretches out on a creeper, pulling himself under the mangled car. I catch a glimpse of dark bruises under his eyes before he disappears.

I huff in frustration, glancing again at the front desk. A drained mug has been left on top of the paperwork, staining the service sheets underneath with coffee rings. Uncle Lance hasn't uttered a word to his nephew all week, which is extraordinary, considering how high the head mechanic's standards are. I can hear him in another room, barking orders at employees.

I walk to the Toyota and stand beside it. Arthur seems to notice me because he stops work and pushes himself out on the creeper.

"Arthur," I sigh. "You can't work all day. You need some sleep."

Irritated, he sighs, sits up and rubs his eyes.

He signs himself out early.

*****

When we get home, Arthur immediately disappears into his room, avoiding my violin stand in the hall. Our home is cozy like that, packed with knick knacks, with memories.

I don't follow him. It's three hours later when Vivi finally saunters up and knocks.

"Artie? You wanna come out for dinner? It's pizza night tonight."

Good on you, Vivi. That will bring him out.

"Gimme a minute," comes Arthur's strained voice.

He emerges twenty minutes later for dinner, eyes bloodshot. Dios mio, is he tired.

Arthur's quiet at the table. He looks sullen. Whenever Vivi speaks, he engages with her, smile taut and a little too wide. Fifteen minutes later the pizza boxes are empty and he goes back to his room. This time, I decide to peek.

When I open the door and look through, Arthur's sprawled on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Thick tear trails run down his face and his pillow is wet.

He doesn't seem to notice me as I enter, padding across the carpet to sit on the bed next to him. "Arthur, we love you," I tell him, resting a hand on his knee. "And we're worried about you. Please tell us what's wrong."

He doesn't respond. I sigh and remain, waiting for the silent tears to stop.

When he finally wipes them away, he doesn't talk to me. He rolls over and sets his alarm for 7:30am—that's the usual. His shift starts at 8:00.

He kicks off his shoes and flicks the lamp off. I leave then.

He doesn't even change into pyjamas.

****

Arthur drops the keys back into the customer's hand and flashes him a smile. The garage is now empty, all distractions gone.

Uncle Lance is about to speak to him, I can see it. The doorbell rings before he can open his mouth and we turn to find Mama walking in. Her lush skin looks like the night against mine. Her crimson curls starkly contrast my own unremarkable hair.

"Mrs Pepper," Arthur greets her, ever formal.

"Arthur, please, it's Camila," she smiles, like she does every time.

"Camila," Uncle Lance says, stepping forward. "'Scuse me fer askin', but what're yer here for? Yer car broke down too?"

"No," she assures him, throwing a wink at Arthur. "But I'm sure your nephew would have no trouble fixing it if it were."

"Tell me 'bout it," Lance grunts. "Artie here's been takin' half the damn cars that drive in!"

She smiles kindly at him. "You must be so proud of how hard he works. My Lewis used to cook for us all the time."

I smile at her, warm pride in my chest.

"Well, I came here to invite you two to dinner," Mama continues. "And Vivienne too, of course. Any friend of Lewis' is a friend of ours."

"Thank you, Mrs Pepper," Arthur says weakly. She gives him a light squeeze on the shoulder.

"Artie, why don't yer go home."

Arthur turns to Lance in surprise. "But my shift ends at five."

"And yer been workin' yer arse off," Lance retorts. "Yer needa rest sometime. 'Sides, I wanna have a talk with Camila. You go home now."

Arthur does what he's told. Thankfully.

*****

Tonight plays out the same as before. The same as every night.

After dinner I go back to his room to check on him. He's crying again.

"Oh, Artie," I sigh, but I leave him alone this time. Instead I take notice of the photos on the walls. All three of us, mucking around. The walls at the garage are bare.

It seems like hours before he quiets and kicks off his shoes. He sets his alarm to 6:00am, and I raise my eyebrows. He sleeps.

*****

The next morning he drags himself out of bed before the alarm, taking care to shut it off before it blares and wakes Vivi. He ambles to the kitchen and pours himself coffee, gulping it down and leaving through the front door. Concerned, I follow him out to the van, slipping into the passenger seat.

He ignores me, turning the key in the ignition and pulling out of the driveway. Down the road, he pulls up to the florist's and disappears inside. I frown. Arthur isn't a flowers guy—that's more my thing.

He reappears a few minutes later with roses—my favourite colour, too. He hops in and I breathe in the scent of the purple blooms as we cruise down the road, the town waking from slumber around us.

Finally we pull up to a tall iron fence, and he cuts the engine, grabbing the flowers and jumping out. I follow him tentatively into the cemetery—why here?

We weave through gravemarkers, past multiple rows, Arthur precise in his direction. Eventually, we stop by a black marble headstone, and I bend to read the inscription.

Here lies LEWIS PEPPER Beloved son, brother and friend.

1998—2019

It's been a year. Arthur sets the roses down and I see the tears. My heart sinks.

All those nights awake. . . the never-ending work. . . the fights. . . the tears. . .

Because of me?

I kneel in front of him. I know he can't see me, so I take his face into my hands. He seems to shudder.

"We love you," I tell him, sincere, and press my forehead to his. "And we want you to be happy."

He closes his eyes. "We love you," he echoes. "And I know you want me to be happy."

He sighs, and stands, walking away. I take one last sweet smell of the roses and follow, leaving them to wither. Some things are more important than rest.

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creativekat · 3 years

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PTC, part iii

gif by @pascalsky

Word Count: 2,367

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Unintentional body piercing play, again (Marcus control your hands!); allusions to naughty thoughts

A/N: @the-purity-pen and I continue to be overwhelmed by the response to our story! I, for one, could never have imagined this response! Thank you so much! If you want to be tagged for future segments, let me know! Missy’s teacher helps Marcus in the kitchen for the sleepover. Part One | Part Two

Marcus was pacing his kitchen, his mind trying to conjure up the list of ingredients he would need. He was moving from cabinet to fridge to another cabinet. His hands moving across the packages and containers that he thought he would need. The only thing he forgot about was slicing the pepperoni. He had grabbed the stick of pepperoni from the fridge and stood in front of the knife block on the counter, one hand on his hip, the other running over his scruff in thought.

“Dad, you good?” Missy asked as she came into the kitchen, watching her father with a furrowed brow.

“Hm? Oh, oh yeah. Just fine,” he murmured as he turned to face her and swallowed a large lump that had formed in his throat.

Missy’s eyes moved to the counter with a curious nod of her chin. “What’s all this?”

“Uh, we’re gonna make personalized pizzas,” he told her and her face lit up with a laugh.

“You? You’re gonna cook?” she questioned with her arms crossing over her chest, her hipping popping out to one side, the stance that she definitely took after her mother. When Marcus opened his mouth to quip back, the doorbell rang. “Expecting someone?” Missy chided, knowing that all of her friends were out in the living room gossiping and showing off their powers.

You tried not to be nervous as you waited for someone to come to the door, but you couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t typically go over to your students’ homes. You weren’t typically invited to your students’ homes. And you really couldn’t help remembering what had happened at the grocery store. Your face burned at the memory.

The door opened and there stood the student in question. She looked at you with surprise and curiosity, “Are you here to see my dad?” Her head tilted as if she were working a math problem and the numbers weren’t quite adding up.

When she put it that way, you wondered if agreeing to this had been a bad idea. But, then you reminded yourself of the reason you’d been asked over. You replied, as calmly as you could, “I’m here to help your dad… with cooking and stuff.”

You nearly laughed out loud at the look of relief on Missy’s face, “Oh gooood!” She sighed the last word.

Suddenly, Marcus appeared at the door, “Don’t leave our guest standing outside, Missy.” Then looking at you, he said, “Come in, come in… do you want something to drink?”

You nodded as you stepped inside, “Water would be fine.” Suddenly you felt parched. Marcus nodded with a tightlipped smile as he turned to lead you down the front hall to the kitchen. You followed him slowly, taking in a bit of the pictures that hung on the wall and the obvious artwork that was done by a much younger Missy.

Your smile must have been evident when you walked into the kitchen because when Marcus turned around with the pitcher of water from the fridge he threw a smile in your direction. You straightened yourself up trying to calm the sudden onset of butterflies blooming in your chest.

“Dad, you’re actually gonna let her cook right?” Missy tried to confirm and you simply let out a soft giggle. Marcus snapped his head around with a playful glare on his face towards his daughter.

“Don’t you have friends to go entertain?” he quipped back but it was all bark with no bite as a wide grin spread his lips. Missy scoffed and rolled her eyes, her arms crossing over her chest with a hip popped out.

“I mean, I guess,” she said before breaking into laughter and shaking her head at her father and turning to run away to the living room. You were laughing as you looked after her before turning to see Marcus holding out the glass filled for you.

“She’s something else isn’t she?” he asked as he moved past you to the fridge to replace the pitcher.

Nodding, you couldn’t help but laugh, “She’s a great kid. You’ve done a great job with her.” Of course, you knew he hadn’t always been doing it alone. She’d had a mother. He’d had a wife. One that he’d loved very much from everything you’d heard.

You took the glass of water from him, immediately taking a sip, hoping to quell the flame that you felt burning your throat and threatening to climb up to color your face. You had always thought Marcus was attractive, but the few insights you’d had into his true self, the non-hero side of him, made him that much more appealing to you.

Setting the glass down, you rubbed your hands together, “So, what needs to be done? Put me to work, Mr… Marcus.” You stepped forward looking up at him.

Marcus smiled at you, “Well, the pepperoni still needs to be sliced up if you want to handle that?”

You took the knife from the counter where he’d left it, “Wow, you didn’t just get the pre-sliced kind? That’s … pretty serious for a man who can’t cook.” You winked at him with a chuckle and then turned toward the counter, mouthing the words ‘oh my god’ to yourself at such a bold move.

Marcus felt his breath hitch at the simple wink from you. You were attractive and funny and intelligent and Marcus had developed a small crush on you over the last year but having you this close to him made him more nervous, especially because you were in his house.

“I definitely wasn’t thinking,” he admitted shyly with a dry chuckle as he moved over next to you and reached for some bowls he had gotten out. He started to open the packet of shredded mozzarella and elbowed you gently in the process. “Oh! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” he asked immediately, real concern lacing his tone.

“I’m okay Marcus,” you laughed. “Perhaps you don’t know your own strength huh?” you teased again and then mentally chastised yourself for being so flirty and forward.

In the living room, Missy’s friends asked her who was at the door and when she told them it was their teacher, the eyes lit up in curiosity. “What is she doing here?” Wheels asked with enthusiasm. “Probably just trying to make sure we’re doing our homework,” Wild Card chimed in as he tried to make just his hand go invisible.

“No, she’s here to help my dad cook. Trust me, it’s for the best,” Missy said and the others laughed as Noodles got up and moved over to the wall to stretch his head around to peek into the kitchen.

You and Marcus were busy with the food that you didn’t even notice the gathering of small eyes peering in at you. You removed the pepperoni from the package and began to slice it, though you noticed your hands were trembling slightly. Your skin tingled where Marcus’ elbow had made contact and you felt warm all over.

Having a crush on a student’s parent was never a good idea. Even so, you couldn’t help wanting to feel him brush against you again. Again you remember what happened in the store earlier in the day and the knife slides through the pepperoni at an awkward angle, bouncing off the cutting board. “Sh--oot.”

Marcus looks over at you with alarm, “Are you okay? Did you cut yourself?”

“Nope, just a bit clumsy. I’m fine.” You gave him a reassuring smile and went back to your work. You heard a hinge squeak and glanced toward the door leading to the other room, where Missy had gone, but you saw nothing.

Marcus gave a soft smile but noticed the way you were holding the knife and how it wasn’t cutting the pepperoni quite right. He furrowed his brows for a moment before clearing his throat. “Do you, uh, do you want me to show you how I cut it?” he asked and before you could answer him fully he was moving behind you.

You thought he was going to have you step aside so he could demonstrate so you made to move but his hand came around to cover yours on the handle of the knife. Almost instantly, you felt a shiver run down your spine from his touch. You tried to keep your composure before completely melting into his touch. Despite the size of his hands and the calloused fingers, he was gentle but firm in his hold on you.

His other hand took yours and guided it to the opposite edge of the pepperoni stick. His hand started to guide yours but within a moment, you felt the familiar tug on your piercings. His powers had activated to ensure the smooth cut with the metal blade and he hadn’t even noticed that that was how he was able to perfect his cuts.

You struggled to control your breathing as you forced yourself to focus on what Marcus was showing you. But, your nipples were being traitorous little bastards, perking up under your shirt and bra, sending jolts of electricity throughout your body. You closed your eyes for a moment and bit your lip. If crushing on a student’s parent was a bad idea, then jumping him in his own kitchen (with said student in the next room) would be an even worse one. Your grip tightened on the knife handle. Your voice came out tightly, “Yeah, I get it now.”

Which was a lie. The only thing you fully understood was that Marcus Moreno was turning you on big time and you were pretty sure he didn’t even know it. A suspicion confirmed when he stepped away, giving you a small pat on your shoulder, “Okay then, let me know if you need more help.” He side-stepped back to where he’d been working, hoping you didn’t notice the way his body had reacted from being so close to you.

Once again you heard the slight squeak of the door hinge and looked up. But, again, you didn’t see anything. Glancing at Marcus, still breathless, you asked, “do you keep hearing that? Or is it just me?”

Marcus went back, his focus attempting to stay on the food before him and the little bowls but his eyes kept darting over to you every few moments. Being that close to you made his chest tight and he had to stop himself which is why he asked if you understood what he was doing.

But when you asked about the noise, he paused, his ear turned towards the living room and listened. He didn’t hear anything but his hand came to his face where his thumb scratched the tip of his nose. “How much you wanna bet it’s the kids?” he asked and chuckled. “Missy is quite nosey when it comes to my love life,” he laughed nervously.

You found a quiet smile and chuckled right with him. It was really endearing the way Missy cared so much for her father. Marcus went back to focusing on the food, trying not to stare at you too long. If he had, he would have started blurting things out that he didn’t want to scare you off with.

“That’s an easy bet,” you laughed as you went back to slicing pepperoni. This time you made sure to cut even slices. You knew at least one of the other kids in there would have a personal interest in what might be happening between you and Marcus Moreno. This thought made you frown, because you also knew his father had made it explicitly clear that he was not to admit to knowing you outside of class.

You pushed the negative thoughts away and continued on your task, finishing up the pepperoni easily now that you’d cooled off a little from what had happened a moment ago. You set the knife down and went to the sink to wash your hands, “Is there anything else I can do? Or are we ready for the kids to make their pizzas?” Then with a sly smile directed his way, you added, “I can be on oven duty… to avoid any unnecessary calls to the fire department.”

Marcus chuckled, shaking his head, “You too, huh?” You grinned. It felt good to spend time with an attractive, grown man. Even if it was just as friends, or a helping hand. It had been a long time since you’d felt this content around another person. That thought probably should have scared you considering who he was. Instead, you felt a pleasant warmth flowing throughout your body.

Marcus nodded. “Yeah, it’s probably time for them to join us,” he told you as he walked closer to the living room to call out to them. “Hey kids! Let’s make pizzas!” he called and suddenly an onslaught of footsteps and noises started to come from the living room, building louder as they all piled into the kitchen.

Marcus moved out of the way as Wheels made his way in. The kids all circled around the kitchen table and took a seat, making room for Wheels to slide his chair up next to Missy. Marcus moved the bowls from the counter and you helped move the plates that they were going to build their pizzas on and turned back at the same time as Marcus to grab the dough but you bumped into each other from trying to cross paths.

“We gotta stop doing that,” you giggled quietly and let Marcus walk past you. He would later admit to himself that the sound of your giggle sent a large shock down his body, like he wanted to reach out and touch you right then. But it would be inappropriate so he just cleared his throat and nodded and walked to get the dough.

The two of you stood by as the kids laughed and joked and flung a pepperoni piece here and there at each other as they made their own pizzas however they wanted them. You couldn’t help but steal glances at Marcus every once in a while and when his gaze met yours again, you felt your heart flutter.

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sp00kyjellybeans · 3 years

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Ghostface is typing... [Stu Macher x Reader]

What happens when you text a killer?

First real chapter woooooo- Hope you all enjoy

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,059

part one//iMessage part two//iMessage part three//iMessage Group Chat part four//iMessage Group Chat part five//Movie Night

In hindsight, you didn’t think through the possibilities of tonight. The awkwardness that has ensued was beyond your comprehension when you agreed to be picked up in the first place. You figured that since you’d be spending time with some of the most popular people at Woodsboro High it’d be fine. No awkwardness. Just some movies and pizza... right?

Wrong.

Currently, you sat in the back of Stu Macher’s car. Stu picked you up no earlier than 6:55pm in his Mercedes-Benz, which subtly reminded you that you were hanging out with one of the richest boys in school on top of his popularity.

Tatum sat in the front seat alongside Stu with their hands intertwined, yet the blonde had her body facing away from him completely. Her head rested comfortably on her manicured hands, staring out the tinted window after greeting you.

The drive seemed to last longer than it actually was. The seven minutes it took to arrive at Sidney Prescott’s place felt like seventy minutes. It didn’t dawn on you until Stu pulled into the driveway that you were at Sidney Prescott’s house.

Although knowing each other since kindergarten, you had only seen her house at fleeting moments. The most recent time was when her mother passed. As a spastic attempt to leave town, your parents were eager to leave due to the murder, you passed by the beautiful white house that had turned into a crime scene.

“Woo!” Stu’s voice knocked you back to reality, shutting the car door with a slam. “It’s movie night, babes! BILLY! Where ya at?” Stu bellowed out, cupping his hands around his mouth.

You walked alongside Tatum up to the porch, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head.

“You’ll have to excuse him. He’s an idiot,” she sighed, ringing the doorbell.

“Randy’s not here. Damnit! I wanted some ‘za,” Stu whipped his head around, unable to find Randy’s car. “It’s past seven! That dork is always late.”

“Just give him a minute,” Tatum rolled her eyes once more. “Sid and I will make some popcorn in the meantime. Just chill.”

“Hey guys!” The door opened to reveal a smiling Sidney. “(Y/n)! So glad you could make it!” Sidney leapt forward and threw her arms around you in an embrace.

“I’m glad to be here! Thanks for having me,” You smiled.

“What? No special greeting for me?” Stu whined and Tatum swatted his shoulder. “Ow- The hell?”

“Doofus.”

“Come on in!” Sidney grabbed your hand and led the three of you into the living room.

As expected, the inside of her house looked nothing like the crime scene you had envisioned. It was decorated with normal, suburban house décor but most of the lights were out. The only light source coming from the hallway and kitchen bulbs. In the living room sat Billy, who was flipping through various Netflix movies under the horror tag.

“Billy, this is (Y/n)!” Sidney stood to the side and presented you like a new toy.

“Sup,” Billy barely acknowledged you, still flipping through the movies.

You offered a small wave and allowed Sidney to lead you to the couch. You sat on the end opposite to Billy, pulling your legs to form a criss cross position on the cushion, with your shoes off of course.

Sidney positioned herself next to her boyfriend and Tatum did the same, with her on your right, leaving no vacancy for Randy who was still late.

“I swear to god you better not put on some cheesy horror movie-” Tatum groaned.

Stu sent puppy eyes her way almost instantly, “Babe come on!”

“No! We watch one every movie night. Sid hates that shit, too ya know,” Tatum crossed her arms stubbornly.

“Is that true?” Stu turned to face her and she nodded her head. “You lie. You always watch them with Billy.”

“Because he makes me?”

“I’m sure (Y/n) would wanna watch! Don’t you, (Y/n)? Then Randy is always up for it so we win!” Stu pumped his fists up in the air.

Tatum nudged his side, “She didn’t even say that she likes horror movies, dipshit. Give her a chance to speak.”

The group of four peered at you with curious eyes, waiting for your verdict. You chuckled nervously but went with the truth.

“I actually kind of like them...?” You winced, afraid of how the girls would react. It was a stale reaction.

“Wow. That’s unexpected,” Sidney raised her eyebrows. “Horror movie it is then.”

You glanced at Stu, who’s expectant expression shifted to pure joy, “HELL YEAH!” The boy stuck out his tongue and held his hand out for a high five, which Billy promptly ignored, “Come on! Don’t leave me hanging!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tatum muttered, sending a pleading signal at Sidney. Neither of the boys noticed this.

Sidney understood Tatum’s expression instantly and pushed herself off of the couch. She walked towards a door, looking at Tatum expectantly, “Tate, come make popcorn with me?”

They left the room, whispering ensued as soon as they entered the kitchen and you were left with Billy and Stu. Once he had lost sight of the two of them, Stu leapt across the couch, taking up the space that Tatum occupied.

“I didn’t know you watched horror movies,” He grinned and leaned on the headboard of the couch. He reminded you of a puppy. “That makes you like a thousand times more interesting.”

You scoffed playfully, “You mean I was boring before?” You put a hand to your chest. “And I thought we had meaningful conversations.”

Stu’s face dropped, “Wait that’s not what I meant-”

“I’m hurt, Stu,” The disappointment was clear in your tone, especially when you turned away from him with your arms folded.

“(Y/n) I didn’t mean that-”

“I’m kidding, Stu!” Unable to contain your laughter you turned back at the blonde. Realizing that you were just messing with him, he joined your giggles, laughing a lot louder than necessary.

On the other end of the couch, Billy turned his head from the TV to stare at you and his friend. He was annoyed with how obnoxiously obvious he was. Neither of you noticed but his prolonged stare was interrupted when a ding sounded from his phone.

Everyone else in the room had their phone buzz in response too, indicating someone messaged the group chat.

“Oh, Randy said he’s here. Should I let him in?” You lifted your phone to your face.

“I got it!” Sidney called from the kitchen and darted into the foyer.

Stu didn’t bother looking at his phone and instead stared at your screen, a grin wide on his face.

“What?” You said, confused at his smirk. “What’s that look for?”

“Why in the hell is Randy put as Randy Geeks in your phone?” Stu snatched the device from your hand and stood up tall on the couch, looming above you. Every second that passed his grin had grown wider.

Billy covered his mouth with his hand, looking between you, Stu and the newly arrived Randy.

“My name is what?” Randy asked, exasperated.

While Randy stared at you both, Stu stood upright on the couch to prevent you from grabbing the device. You were both too distracted to notice Randy in the room until he spoke.

“Oh my god!” Your expression shifted from defeated to horrified to guilty all in a matter of seconds. “I didn’t mean anything by it- I just tried putting your full name and it autocorrected from Meeks to Geeks! I thought it was funny!”

“It is funny,” Tatum said. She had a bowl of popcorn in her hands, shoveling the pieces into her mouth. Her amused expression moved onto Randy. “Hey, Geeks.”

“Watch it,” He pointed at Tatum. “Never insult the guy with the pizza.”

“WHY IS MY NAME STILL GRU IN YOUR PHONE?” Stu exploded, his mouth agape. “I’M CHANGING IT!”

How did you even unlock it? What the hell, Stu?” You jumped up and tried to grab the phone back from this excessively tall boy.

The disadvantage here was, in comparison, you were small next to Stu. His long arms extended past your limit of reach. In a desperate attempt to take your phone back, you started to pound on his back. Maybe he would drop the phone or fall over. But it was no use. The lanky boy jumped from the couch and ran out of the room.

“WH-”

“Great,” Tatum rolled her eyes. “We’re babysitting.”

You groaned and landed onto the couch cushion, far too lazy to chase after the boy. Moments after he ran off you heard a door slam and lock, so there was nothing to be done.

“Stu!” Billy barked five minutes later. “Come get your pizza!”

“No way!” Stu’s muffled voice could be heard from the kitchen. “The stuff on (Y/n)’s phone is juicy. I’ll be in here for hours!”

“More for us...” Randy muttered.

“Sidney, can you help me out?” You whined. Your appetite vanished the moment Stu spoke, the phone was your top priority. Nosy Bastard!

“There’s a key in that drawer over there,” Sidney pointed. “Skeleton Key, it’s pretty obvious. The bathroom at the end of the hallway”

You gave thanks and snuck down the hallway, trying to make the quietest footsteps possible. Once you reached the doorway you could hear Stu snickering behind the thin wood. Sticking the key in the keyhole you turned it slowly...

“AHA” You snatched the phone from the boy and he let out a scream of terror. Behind you there came an eruption of laughter from four people.

“HAHA OH MY GOD,” Randy roared, his phone held in his hand. He had filmed the entire interaction. “That’s going on the private. (Y/n) what’s your snap you NEED to see the look on his face!”

You slapped a hand over your mouth upon realization of what had happened. Your eyes darted to Stu, who was red as a tomato.

“Whatever, Geeks.”

The rest of the night was more fun than you could imagine. No more awkwardness. You wouldn’t tell a soul but it was even more fun than hanging out with your old friends.

The movie everyone agreed on was Happy Death Day. Billy and Stu were annoyed (Stu was already annoyed but for different reasons, obviously) since they wanted to watch a classic, Evil Dead, but the rest of you were eager to watch the horror-comedy. It came down to a vote and majority ruled. Even Randy voted for the film. It didn’t compare to the classics at all, but you didn’t hate it.

As you watched the movie, you interacted frequently with Randy. He had forgiven you for his contact name and you both had more in common than anticipated. For instance, you both loved movies of all genres, though unlike him horror wasn’t your absolute favorite. You were a total sucker for romance of all genres.

Sadly, you didn’t get to visit with the others as much as you wanted. The couples seemed focused on everything but the movie so you and Randy were left to converse. Little did you know, Stu had been keeping tabs on you in the corner of his eye.

The night flew by and it was time for you to go home. You bid your goodbyes and decided to ride home with Randy. You found out that you both lived on the same street, so it was more convenient than having Stu drive around town.

“You sure, (Y/n)?” Stu stuck his hands in his pockets, bouncing on his heels. “I don’t mind giving you a ride.”

You, Randy, Tatum and Stu stood in Sidney’s driveway, discussing who would go with who. Stu was insistent on driving you home for whatever reason but you could tell Tatum wanted the opposite.

“No worries,” You smiled. “I’m sure you’d like to spend more time with your girlfriend anyway.” You winked at the tiny blonde, earning you a grateful smile, and not noticing the frustrated look on Stu’s face.

“Alright... Bye then,” Stu said and strode to his shiny car.

The boy didn’t exit the driveway until Randy’s car left his vision, his jaw clenched the entire time.

“Can we go, Stu?” Tatum whined to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

“You’re what?”

“Going. I’m going.”

#stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu macher series #sp00kyjellybeans #scream #scream 1996 #scream modern au #scream fic series #scream series #ghostface

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ssaic-jareau · 4 years

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day off.

Luke Alvez x Female Reader

Summary: on a rare day off, the team goes laser tagging.

a/n: please excuse my poetic license to make my OTPs actual couples. Also, Aaron and Jack are out of Witness Protection, and Aaron has gone back to being a prosecutor.

prompt: take me laser tagging and then push me into a corner and kiss me. then shoot me and walk away.

word count: 3k.

****

The team is wrapping up the paperwork from the week, when Emily exits her office to announce that the BAU has the weekend off, saying that the B team will handle any cases that come in.

Luke signs off on his last case file and speaks, “Am I the only one who feels like we haven’t been able to hang out off the clock for a while?”

Murmurs of agreement fill the bullpen.

Tara puts her legs on her desk, “Any plans for tomorrow?”

Reid’s eyes light up with an idea, “Let’s go play laser tag?”

“With partners?” JJ asks as she pulls out her phone to text Will, already anticipating Emily’s answer.

“Absolutely. You think Aaron’s going to let me out of his sight once he hears about my free weekend?”

Matt chuckles at that, “Yeah, I’m sure I can get Kristy to come along.”

Luke smiles, “And if Kristy is coming, so is Y/N. Because I’m pretty sure she loves her more than me.”

JJ pats his shoulder almost condescendingly, “Poor boy.”

Penelope asks, “Spencer, are you bringing Austin?”

Spencer’s cheeks heats up, “Of course I am. JJ, is Will free?”

Her phone pings just then, “Yeah, I just got confirmation. He’s keen for tomorrow, he’s already booking the sitter.”

Rossi passes through the conversation on his way out of the office, “You crazy kids have fun. I’ve got a wedding to plan. Arrivederci!”

Everyone shouts their goodbyes as Rossi leaves.

Tara speaks up, “Hang on, I’m not dating anyone at the moment, but I’m keen.”

Penelope laughs, “You think me being single is going to stop me from going with? Absolutely not. I haven’t seen the better halves of the BAU in a while,” disgruntled noises leave everyone’s mouths, “Oh hush, I love you all, but I see you enough.”

Emily asks, “Does noon work for everyone?”

Everyone nods, while Spencer asks, “Are we carpooling? It’s definitely better than filling the parking lot with 5-7 cars.”

Matt answers, “That sounds like a plan. Kristy and I can pick up Luke and Y/N, since they’re a few roads away.”

Emily turns to Tara and says, “We can pick you and Pen up?”

Tara smiles, “Sure,” and Penelope nods in agreement.

JJ looks up from her phone, “We’ll be able to pick up Spence and Austin.”

Emily smiles, “Alright, let’s go home. See you tomorrow!”

The team says their goodbyes as they head down to the garage.

****

You are in the middle of a bowl of popcorn, when you hear Luke’s keys in the door. Hearing the keys in the door, gets Roxy excited and she makes her way to the door to greet Luke.

“There’s my girl.” You hear Luke drop his go-bag and keys by the table next to the door.

Roxy barks excitedly.

Luke smirks when he sees you on the couch.

You smile at him and say, “Hey love, you’re home early.”

Luke bends down and presses a quick peck to your lips.

You pull him back in, “Greet me properly.”

Luke chuckles and kisses you more deeply, only to pull away to hear you panting.

“Better?” he asks.

You smile at him, “Much. How are you home so early, not that I’m not pleasantly surprised?”

Luke makes his way round to sit next to you on the couch.

“Well, the BAU has the weekend off. So Emily basically chucked us out earlier than usual.”

You burst out laughing, you’d expect nothing less from Emily Prentiss.

“So what I’m hearing is, I have you to myself for a whole weekend? The agony.”

He did love your dramatic flair, he pokes at your side, which results in him tickling you, “Ha ha, very funny.”

“Luke, s-stop.”

He stops tickling you and sobers up, “We’re actually playing Laser Tag with the team tomorrow, but Sunday you’ve got me all to yourself.”

You purse your lips, “Team meaning?”

Luke kisses your pout, “Partners included-”

Your phone buzzes and lights up on the coffee table, indicating a new text message.

Luke tilts his head to your phone, “That must be your partner in crime.”

You reach forward to grab your phone, and open it to see a text from Kristy.

Heard we have plans for tomorrow.

You light up and hear Luke mumble, “Do you light up like that when you see a text from me?”

You turn to him and smile, “Of course I do, but you’re never around to see it. You can ask Kristy tomorrow.”

Luke kisses your forehead, “I’m going to take a shower and then order dinner? Chinese or Pizza?”

You look at him, “Chinese, please.”

Luke gets up and makes his way to the shower, “Of course. Send my love to Kristy,” as you type out a reply to Kristy.

Booked a sitter? Or are you bailing?

Your phone buzzes almost immediately.

As soon as Matt told me, I called our sitter.

We haven’t been able to have our coffee date this week, so I’m definitely coming.

You smile as you reply.

Yay! See you tomorrow, sweet dreams honey!

Another text comes through.

Sweet dreams, angel.

Kristy has been your friend since you met at the café you owned. She came in round about the same time every day for the same beverage, juggling two boys under two. Kristy and Matt actually introduced you to Luke, and they never let you forget it. You’re friends with everyone’s partner from the BAU, but you and Kristy have a special bond. Everyone calls you two peas in a pod. You and Kristy are the ones who bonded due to your partners being in the FBI, when you and she had different career paths. She was your sanity during long cases and you were hers when Matt was with the IRT. You helped her during her pregnancy with the twins, that’s how you became their godmother. Now and then, you took them off Kristy’s hands while she helped the boys with their homework. That doesn’t mean you didn’t spoil the boys as well.

The doorbell rings, Luke comes out of the room, “I’ve got it!”

Luke pays for your dinner, and joins you on the couch.

****

You wake up to Luke pressing kisses all over your face, “Mi alma, time to wake up.”

“Morning babe,” you purse your lips, waiting for a kiss.

He rolls over to get out of bed.

You grumble, “You better not be getting out of this bed without giving me a good morning kiss.”

Luke turns around to give you a kiss, “I forget how grumpy you are when you don’t get a kiss.”

He gets up, “I put the coffee on. I’m going to shower, and then make breakfast.”

You groan at the fact that Luke probably came back from his run. You love him to bits, but the fact that he was a morning person was one thing you hated about him, especially on weekends. You’re lured out of bed by the smell of coffee and you make your way to the kitchen, greeting Roxy on your way. You pour two cups, hearing the shower shut off.

Luke’s arms wrap around your waist, he presses a chaste kiss in your neck, “Should’ve known the smell would’ve pulled you out of bed.”

You wiggle out of his arms, “I’m going to go shower and get ready, and you start on breakfast.”

You make your way to the bathroom and hop into the shower. You shower pretty quickly compared to Luke, he can easily spend 30-45 minutes in a shower. You dry yourself off and get dressed, throwing your hair into a messy bun. You grab yours and Luke’s cell phone on your way out of the bedroom.

“Babe, breakfast is ready.”

You smile walking to the kitchen and take a seat at the island, “Smells good.”

Luke smiles and joins you at the island putting a plate down in front of you.

“Ooh, French toast. My favourite.”

Luke chuckles, “As if you’d let me forget.”

You and Luke eat in silence.

You’re just about finish doing the dishes, when you hear a hoot from your driveway.

“Luke sweetheart, they’re here.”

“Do you have my-?” You pull his phone out of your pocket.

He kisses your cheek, “What would I do without you?”

You say your goodbyes to Roxy, and head to the car.

“Hey Matt, it’s been a while.”

“Hey you. Yeah it has.”

You get in the back seat, not a little bit fazed that Kristy is sitting in the back as well.

Kristy says, “Luke, sit up front.”

You hear Luke mumble, “Ah yes, you need to spend time with the actual love of your life,” but he gets in the front seat anyway.

Matt, Kristy and you burst out laughing, “You’re just jealous. Matt doesn’t mind that Kristy is sitting with me, stop whining.”

Matt shrugs, “I know better than to get in between my wife and her soul mate.”

Matt pulls out of your driveway and starts to drive towards the arena.

“How are my children?” you ask Kristy.

“Jake and David are complaining that they haven’t seen you this week. Chloe and Lily have already began planning what to do at their next sleepover.”

You smile in amusement, “How about I pick the boys up from school one day this week, help them with their homework, as much as I can? And take them for ice cream?”

Matt gives Luke a look that doesn’t escape your attention, but you don’t question it.

Kristy tries you fight you on it, “Y/N honey, you don’t have to. They can see you at the next-”

You cut her off with a wave of your hand, “Nonsense! I’ll let you know which day, but don’t tell them. Let it be a surprise.”

Matt smiles at you through the rear view mirror, “Thanks Y/N/N, I’m sure they’d love it.”

Matt pulls into the parking lot of the laser tag arena. The four of you get out of the car and head inside to see that you’re the last to arrive. You greet everyone with hugs, even Aaron.

“Sunshine. How have you been?” Penelope greets you.

“I’ve been good and you?”

She smirks, “Better now that I’ve seen my favourite halves of the BAU!”

All the partners crack up, with no noise from the BAU team, “I’m guessing you made this comment yesterday as well-”

She nods with enthusiasm.

Spencer asks, “How’s teams working?”

You nudge Aaron in the side, “Do you think the BAU is still as good out of the field as they are in the field now that you’re gone?”

You hear scoffs from the BAU, and chuckle.

Austin says, “Wait a second. We’re going to need an extra hand to be even on both sides. I mean, if we’re talking BAU verses BAU significant others?”

Tara and Penelope turn to each other, “Rock, paper, scissors?”

Everyone watches in amusement.

Tara shrugs, “You know what, let me join the civilians for this.”

Luke and Matt are almost the first to protest, when Emily interrupts them, “No fair, didn’t you score a 100 on your gun evaluation?”

Kristy shushes them, “It doesn’t matter though. Her score doesn’t do much for this situation.”

You almost miss the wink between Tara and Kristy.

Aaron claps his hands, “Alright, looks like teams are sorted. Are we ready to gear up?”

Emily stops him, “Hang on, Mr. Ex Unit Chief. What do you say we make it interesting, since it appears you’ve lost faith in your team?”

Everyone is now watching the exchange.

Aaron smirks, “Name your price.”

Emily raises her brow, “Losing team pays for dinner after this, winner or kill shot decides which restaurant.”

There’s whispers of agreement amongst everybody.

Aaron almost grins, “It’s a deal. Let’s play.”

****

It was the final round, both teams tied 1 – 1.

You heard calls of “I’m out” from Aaron, Tara and Austin on your team, leaving your team with yourself, Kristy and Will and calls from Matt, JJ, Spencer, and Penelope on the BAU team, leaving Luke and Emily, the last two standing.

Your blood was pumping, from the rush of the previous two rounds, your team was counting on you, Kristy and Will to win this bet. All of a sudden, you’re pushed into the darkest corner unseen to the rest of the group. You’re about to let out a blood curdling scream, when your eyes adjust to the darkness and see Luke’s shadowy figure.

“Luke, you ass, you-”

Your words are cut off by his lips pressed against yours, you wrap your arms around his neck, dropping your gun, as his wound their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You would never get tired of the way your lips fit together. Luke pulls away as the need for oxygen increases, he tugs your bottom lip with his teeth. You pull him back in and he slides his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes close and your hands slide into his hair, as you groan in pleasure. It’s like he’s learning your mouth all over again. Luke pulls away with a smirk, seeing the daze the kiss left you in, he moves his gun to the front and waits for your eyes to open before he shoots you.

In the distance you hear Emily shouting, “Luke, I’m out. They got me.”

You’re pulled out of your daze to see your gun laying on the floor and Luke aiming his at you.

“Sorry babe, its war,” he winks at you as he fires his gun.

You shrug while switching off your beeping vest, as you see Kristy and Will closing in, “It is what it is. Kristy, Will, I’m out too.”

You pick up your gun from the floor and make your way towards where the rest of the BAU and your team are waiting. Luke smiles at your exit and gets back into game mode. He turns around trying to find a good vantage point. It’s all in vain, apparently, as he registers the beeping of his vest to indicate he’s dead. Will and Kristy give each other high fives as Luke stares in disbelief. They make their way over to the rest of you, and you’re the first one to register that Luke’s vest is still beeping.

You yelp, “Oh my goodness, we won?”

“Of course we did,” Kristy winks.

Will feigns hurt when he says, “Did you doubt us?”

Austin, Aaron, Tara, Will, Kristy and you pass high fives amongst each other, celebrating your victory.

You hear the groans of the BAU team.

JJ taking off her vest speaks, “Oh come on! We were counting on you.”

Penelope can’t help but get onto the hate-on-Luke bandwagon, “Yeah, newbie. We were counting on you.”

“What happened out there?” Matt asks Luke.

Luke glances at you, “I got distracted, and then, well, I got ambushed by your wife and Will.”

Emily whacks Luke at the back of his head, “That’s for getting distracted.”

You almost giggle when you see him rubbing the back of his head, you turn to Will and Kristy and ask, “Who took the kill shot?”

Will smiles widely as JJ slips her arms around his waist, and his goes over her shoulder, “Not me. This was all Kristy.”

You whoop loudly, as Aaron, Tara and Austin give her another high five.

“Thank you Simmons, you’ve taught her well.” Tara shouts at Matt.

You pull Kristy in for a hug and say, “Thanks for getting us that free dinner!”

Aaron and Austin laugh.

Matt pulls Kristy into his arms as Emily sidles up to Aaron. Spencer and Austin’s hands find each other, it’s kind of cute how they gravitate towards each other. Luke pulls you into his chest as his arms wrap around your waist. Penelope and Tara complete the circle.

“So Kristy, where is the BAU spending their money tonight?” you hear Austin ask.

She taps her chin in thought, “You know, Matt has been promising me a dinner date at that new restaurant on the corner of 5th street for a while now, so…”

The BAU except Matt and Tara groan.

“Well damn honey, you’ve got taste,” you smirk at her.

Emily smiles, “All right, let’s get going.”

You all make your way to the exit, and make your way to the cars you came in.

“Nuh uh, I get to sit with my girlfriend, seeing as I lost.”

Kristy pulls a face at him, but gets into the front seat.

While waiting for Matt to start the train of cars to the restaurant.

You turn to Luke and say, “You played dirty out there, SSA Alvez.”

Kristy shifts in her seat to face you, “Angel, you’re the reason we actually won, like I might’ve taken the shot, but it was definitely you.”

Luke raises his brow, “Was that planned?”

You shrug at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Will honks his horn, signalling that everyone is ready to go. Matt starts the drive to the restaurant, fairly quiet listening to you, Luke and Kristy banter about the game.

You get to the restaurant asking for a table for twelve. Luke pulls out a chair for you to take a seat, you hear Tara making a whip noise from opposite you.

And all of a sudden, it’s like the air is cleared from Matt’s eyes, “Oh wow.”

Choruses of “what?” come from everyone, except you and Luke.

Kristy, sitting in between you and Matt raises her brows at him.

“That right there,” Matt points to you and Luke, “is why we lost.”

And damn, it doesn’t take a profiler to see what Matt was putting down. Emily whacks the back of Luke’s head again from her seat next to him.

You rub the back of his head as Luke wraps his arm around your shoulder, “I told you I got distracted.”

Kristy nudges your shoulder.

Penelope sighs, “Seriously newbie?”

****

I’d just like to thank @thelukealvez for encouraging me to post this. I hope you all like this

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areyouseriouspadfoot · 3 years

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park meeting, part 3 (muggle au)

Here’s part 1 & part 2

Marlene stood in front of her bathroom mirror and applied some lipstick. She didn’t put too much make up; she always thought that it made her look ridiculous. A tiny smirk appeared on her face and then she turned around and headed to her bedroom.

Hazel was curled up on her bed chewing some toy that her brother Nick had bought for her. The TV was on and some bizarre reality show was on; she wasn’t particularly fond of it but she didn’t feel like watching the news either. She ran her hand distractedly through her fur while heart beat with excitement. On the lower right corner of the screen was the time: 20.35. He was supposed to arrive any minute now.

The girl lay down lazily and rested her head on Hazel’s body. The dog moved her head and started to lick her face. “Hey, no!” Marlene laughed and sat down again. “Not now” she smiled with guilt, right before the doorbell rang. “He’s here” she whispered anxiously. “Do I look good?” she asked and the dog barked once.

Marlene and picked up the buzzer. “Who is it?” she asked, already knowing the answer, but she wanted to sound casual.

“It’s me, Sirius” of course he was, Marlene thought.

“I’ll be right down” she smiled and hung up. Marlene ran back to the bathroom and put on some perfume. She grabbed her jacket, purse, keys and phone. “Behave yourself” she warned Hazel and the dog barked again. Marlene grinned and headed out.

Sirius was leaning against the wall with both hands in his pockets. For the first time in his life, he was nervous. He should’ve bought flowers or something like chocolate. Women liked that, didn’t they? It seemed like an eternity until she showed up. A smirk appeared on his lips when he saw her through the glass door.

“Hello stranger” she smiled as she put her keys on her purse.

He didn’t reply, instead he grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her. It was the only thing he could think of: kissing her (and maybe some other things too, but for now he could work with a kiss). To increase his happiness, she replied eagerly and pushed him against the wall. Oh boy, she’s going to be my ruin, he thought.

Sirius pulled away when they ran out of air and smirked. “Hello, beautiful” he said and draped his arm over her shoulders and added, “come on, let’s go eat something”.

He didn’t have it in him to take her to a fancy restaurant, so he took her to his favorite pizza place. “We used to come here with Harry’s parents” he muttered distractedly as he opened the door for her. “It’s the best pizza in London”, he then added.

Marlene smiled and walked to a table next to the window. They ordered, naturally, a pizza and a pint of crafted beer for each one. “This looks nice” she said cheerfully after scanning the whole place.

Sirius nodded in agreement and took a sip of his beer. God she looked beautiful. “How’s your patient?” he asked politely.

“Fine” she sighed tiredly, but also surprised that he actually remembered. “Poor lad has to see me every single day” she laughed bitterly shaking her head.

“That doesn’t seem like a bad deal” he pointed out with a flirtatious smirk. His heart started racing when her cheeks turned pink and her lips curved into a shy smile. Yes, that was the reaction he was aiming for.

“Anyway… how’s Harry?” Marlene asked curiously; she had grown fond of the kid by now.

Sirius took another sip of his beer and then cleared his throat. “He’s fine, Remus and his girlfriend are taking care of him now… oh, and actually, he drew this for you” he added and took a folded paper from his pocket.

“Oh my gosh, that is so sweet” Marlene grinned happily and opened it with enthusiasm; as expected, it didn’t make much sense but she guessed he had drawn Hazel. “He is so cute, I’m going to hang it on the door of my fridge” she promised and looked up at Sirius who was smiling.

The waiter came with the pizza and Marlene served it. He was right; it was the best pizza in London. She ate carefully, trying not to make a fool of herself with the melted cheese.

The fact that Marlene seemed to care about Harry was something that make Sirius want her even more. Being in charge of a kid could be unappealing for some women. He also noticed that she was genuinely eating. Not a single one of the girls he had slept with before ate in front of him. Not that he care very much but it was awkward to eat breakfast and have a half naked woman staring at you.

“What?” Marlene asked curiously.

“Nothing” he shook his head quickly and took a bite of his pizza.

After paying for dinner, Sirius bought ice-cream and walked her home. Being with Marlene was so easy, she made everything seem simpler; there was not a single thing that he didn’t like of her: she was gorgeous, funny, smart and kind. They’ve only seen each other for no more than four times, and yet it felt like ages.

When they finally reach her place, none of them really knew who kissed who but that didn’t matter. He had her pressed against the wall while she tugged his black hair softly. “Wanna come up?” She murmured softly against his lips. His answer was obvious.

Marlene looked quickly for her keys and opened the door, letting him in. Once the door was closed, she jumped on top of him and tangled her legs on his hips, clashing her lips against his once more. Sirius gasped with surprise but grabbed her tightly and walked to the elevator; he pressed the button clumsily and the doors opened instantly.

“Floor?” he asked and she stretched out an arm and pressed the number 5. The doors closed and Marlene wrapped her arms around Sirius’ neck while he kissed her desperately.

When they reached Marlene’s flat she jumped off him and opened the door while he kissed her neck from behind. He just couldn’t get enough; Sirius needed to feel her, to feel her skin in contact with his. Hazel appeared on the other side of the door, waging her tail happily.

Marlene smiled at her. “Come on, come with me” she said urgently and walked straight to the spare bedroom. Hazel followed her and jumped to the bed. “You are going to stay here… stay” she ordered and the dog obeyed. She closed the door and walked back to Sirius, taking off her jacket on the way.

As soon as she came back, he wasted no time and kissed her again lifting her up like a princess. “Bedroom?” he asked and she pointed the way while kissing his jaw.

They lay down in her bed for a long time, trying to catch their breaths. “I have to go” he muttered without wanting; for the first time in his life, he wanted to stay and cuddle, but Harry was waiting for him. Sirius look at the woman who was lying next to him: her hair was beautifully messy, her lips slightly swollen and red and her perfect naked body was covered with the sheets. She was smiling at him.

“I know” she replied honestly, knowing that Harry was his priority.

“Will I see you again?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, I would like that” she nodded biting her lower lip shyly and moved to kiss him softly.

“Good” he agreed and kissed her back knowing that he had never been more honest.

#park meeting part 3 #blackinnon #marlene mckinnon #sirius black #sirius black x marlene mckinnon #drabbles #my stuff #park meeting

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seemslegitflapjacks · 3 years

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Chapter 10; Babysitting Duty

Probably the worst thing just happened to me.

My mom took it upon herself to shove me into babysitting our neighbor’s kid. To which I was unaware of until the woman told me I was going to do it. So now I’m in in front of some random lady’s front door, pissed as hell with a book bag full of junk.

I sighed, ringing the doorbell. After a few moments, the lady, Miss Barbara opened the door, looking down at me with a smile.

“Oh hey sweetie! Come right on in!” Barbara greeted me, letting me inside of the house.

I stepped inside, dropping my bag one the floor. My eyes traveled around, the house was painted yellow tan with some paintings of cattle and wheat. A few wooden bear and horse statues were there too, nothing too interesting. As I followed Miss Barbara into the kitchen, she turned around to face me. She probably had a date with her boyfriend or something, since she was all dolled up. So I guess that’s why she needed someone to stay and watch her kid. Why she wanted me to babysit? I still don’t know, I hate kids.

“Alright, so I left the keys on the table, the money in the microwave, and my number’s on the fridge in case anything goes wrong. Now, Billy is a very shy kid, so he may be a little bit off, but he really does like playing pretend, I think he’d really bond with you,” She told me.

“Alright ma’am, thank you. I’ll take good care of em’,” I replied with a nod, confused. WHy the hell would she put the money in the microwave?

“Ok, I’ll get going, I’ll be back in the early hours of the morning. Thank you so much for watching him, I really appreciate it,” Barbara stated, shaking my hand as she walked out the front door, leaving me alone.

I sighed, walking into the living room, seeing Billy on the couch playing on an iPad. I walked over, sitting on the couch across from him. I thought for a moment, before speaking.

“Hey, your name is Billy, right?’ I asked in a soft, sweet voice.

Billy looked up at me, turning off his game, “Yeah, I’m Billy. My mommy told me you were coming to babysit.” he spoke, shimmying himself off of the couch to sit with me.

I turned on the TV, playing some random Family Feud type of shoe for a few minutes, the show changing abruptly. The reporter telling news of another murder around the bay area. I quickly covered Billy’s ears, the little kid looking confused. The body had been found strung up in a fishnet near the docks. They didn’t know who the victim was, or who did it. This was about the fifth time in the last two months someone had gotten killed.

“Hey, stay here I gotta go do something real quick ok kid?” I told him, letting go of his ears before changing the channel.

“Ok.” He replied, focused on the TV.

I walked around, checking the locks on the windows and doors. I went out to the back deck, seeing a greyhound sitting on one of the pool chairs in the back. I gave the dog a glance, the sighthound not paying me much mind, which was a relief. I didn’t want a horse sized dog barking at me. I walked to the back gate, shaking the lock, cursing as I realized a bolt was missing in the gate lock. Great.

I turned, whistling to the dog to call it inside, before I went inside with it. Billy walked over to the dog.

“Hey Pony,” He smiled, petting it’s long face.

“You named your dog pony?” I asked, cracking a smile.

“Yeah, she’s tall like a horsie,” He told me, patting his dog on the back before she went into the living room, resting on the couch.

“Do you like horses?” I asked, walking into the kitchen, reaching to open the microwave for the money.

“Yeah! I like horsies, I wanna be a cowboy,” He told me, walking up beside me.

I smiled, remembering when I used to do rodeo. I hadn’t even thought of it since I moved. I hadn’t even touched any of my boots since.

“I’m a cowboy,” I told him with a smile, choosing the pizza toppings off an app on my phone.

Billy stared with wide eyes, his jaw dropped, “Really!?” he asked, completely shook.

“Mhm,” I nodded, putting the order in.

“Do you wrestle bills? Do you ride horsies!? Do you have boots and a hat!?” He asked, jumping up and down,

“Mhm, I done it all,” I replied, walking back into the living room with a smug look on my face.

“You’re a real cowboy! Can we play cowboys and bandits? Pleeease?” He begged, pulling my arm.

I thought for a few seconds. It was stupid, I didn’t really play pretend anymore. But this little kid was so excited, I really wasn’t right to turn him down.

“Sure thing,” I smiled, Billy yelling as he went to his room, returning with plastic guns and some cowboy hats.

After about an hour and a half box of pizza, Billy had officially made himself the only little kid I ever liked. I never really babysat, just watched kids at day camps. I guess I let all those snot nosed kids kinda ruin my reputation for Billy. He was a really good kid too, he was actually really polite.

I’d put him to bed a while ago, so it was just me and Pony. I was watching some South Park, when my phone rang, I quickly picked up, answering;

“Hello, who’s it?” I asked, leaning back.

“It’s Randy, where the hell are you? I thought you said you were comin’ over to Justin’s party,” Randy snapped.

“I had to cancel last minute, I’m babysittin’,” I answered.

“Can’t you just leave or sumn? Literally everyon’es here waitin’ for ya,” He sighed.

“Sorry, I gotta stay all night,” I told him.

“Boo, you whore,” Randy said, before he hung up.

I sat, my mouth wide open. That little bitch. Oh my fucking God he was such a dick. Like it’s my fucking fault I can’t leave a goddamn six year old home alone. I’m not getting paid by Ms Bagrbara to let her kid get abducted. I didn’t even know Justin had a party in the first place. I would’ve wanted to go goddammit, but I still have shit to do.

I growled, before I laid down on the couch, tossing a bl;anket over myself before I turned off the TV.

#jeff the killer #jtk #creepypasta #creepypasta jtk #jeff woods #homicidal liu #liu woods #chapter 10 #my au #alt universe #alternate universe #creepypasta au

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junkercrush · 4 years

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Yo! Can I request junkrat being oblivious to his feelings with an equally oblivious crush?

Yes, you may! Here you go!

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“Oblivious”

Junkrat x Reader (I’m guessing female?)

Rating: SFW

Words: 3,303

You’re finally caught up with work, and Junkrat was coming over. Nothing special, just a hangout.

“Aw, crap.” You groaned as the scent of burnt popcorn hit your nose. You ran to the kitchen and popped open the microwave. Thank goodness the popcorn bag wasn’t on fire (this time). You threw the darker pieces in the trash and poured the rest into a huge party bowl.

You skipped excitedly to the living room where you were preparing for Junkrat’s arrival. Tonight, you and Rat were going to watch horror films until the crack of dawn. You turned on the TV and reviewed your horror playlist. It was filled with frightening titles featuring vampires, ghouls, and zomnics. Junkrat might love the zomnic one, even though he can’t stand Omnics in real life.

You peered at the clock hanging on the wall over your TV—6:23 pm. You moaned with impatience. “Where the hell is he?” You asked aloud.

The pizza guy with the four extra-large pizzas you ordered was supposed to arrive 45 minutes ago. You could nibble on some popcorn as you waited, but you wanted to save it for your horrorfest. Your stomach growled. Perhaps one small bite---

Ding dong!

Was that the pizza guy or Rat? You set the popcorn aside and rushed to the door. Wait, the pizza money! You checked your pockets and pulled out two $20 bills. The pizza guy could keep the change.

You opened the door, and a blue light zipped past you. “Hello, hello!” Tracer chirped.

“Tracer,” You sighed. “The hell are you doing here? I thought you were out on a mission.”

Tracer was already munching on your popcorn in the living room. “Nope, false alarm. What are you doing?”

Tracer turns to the TV you left on with your horror movies. “Oooh, movie night! I’m game!”

“Uh no, actually—”

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Not really—”

“ ‘Not really?’ Sounds suspicious to me.” Tracer’s eyes lit up. “Are you waiting on your date?”

“No! It’s just Rat and me. We’re having a movie night.”

Tracer stares at you with a sly grin. You only roll your eyes at her. “God, Lena, it’s not like that!”

“Are you sure? You two have been ‘hanging out’ for a while.”

Tracer zips around your living room, checking under your furniture and peeking behind your hanging picture frames.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Searching for surprises. I know you’re hiding condoms and your kinky toys around here somewhere.”

You playfully whacked Tracer with a couch pillow. “Get out.” You ordered.

“Aw, c’mon!” Tracer groaned. “Let me hang out with you guys on your date. I don’t mind. I want to see ‘Attack of the Living Zomnics’ too.”

“For heaven’s sake, it’s not a damn date!” You laughed. “Rat is not into me like that. Just friends. It’s been like that for years.”

Tracer crossed her arms. “Remember when you caught him ogling at you at Lucio’s pool party?”

You traced your memories back to last week. You hated parties, especially the kind where you got wet. But it was Lucio’s party, and you liked his music.

You came out in a shockingly fitting bathing suit Tracer bought for you just for the occasion. You didn’t care about the guys looking at you. You were shocked to see Junkrat there. He was in the swimming pool sitting on top of a huge inflatable duck. His mouth was slightly open, eyes straight at you.

You remembered asking him to go to the party with you, but he made an excuse that he was sick. There he was, staring at you like you were God just descended down from heaven.

You two got together later and ended up playing pool volleyball with some random partygoers. Junkrat was very touchy that night. You were used to it, he was that way with everyone. But that time was different, way different.

The image of Rat’s lean, wet body lasted in your mind for a week. You weren’t going to tell anybody about that, especially Tracer.

“Yeah,” You said, coming back to the present. “No big deal.”

Tracer slumped her head down and let out a heavy sigh. “C’mon, you can’t tell me the signs between you two aren’t right there!”

“Looks like somebody’s has been watching too many chick flicks.”

The doorbell rang again. Before Tracer could say anything else, you paced to the door and peered through your door’s peephole. Finally, the pizza man.

“Sorry, miss,” The skinny, freckled face delivery boy apologized as you opened the door. “There was a bunch of traffic—”

You shoved the money to his face and took the pizza boxes from him. “Glad you made it. Thank you so much! Keep the change.” You blurted and waved at him. The boy counted the money.

“Sweet, thanks!” He scurried to his run-down rusty car and sped off.

“Mmmm, I smell pepperoni.” You heard Tracer from the house.

You closed the door and placed the pizza boxes in the kitchen. The cheesy aroma goodness traveled up your nose and made your stomach rumble with anticipation. Man, Junkrat better hurry up before you ate all this pizza yourself!

Tracer arrives and opens a box. “Mmm,” She hums. “Extra large too.”

You glared at her. “Don’t you take a single bite.” You warned her.

Tracer only smiled. “Oh, you’re right. We have to wait before the love of your life arrives.”

You reached for her, and she teleported to the kitchen entrance with a giggle. “I’ll leave your little get together when you guys start snogging.” She said, taking a bite of a gooey cheese pizza slice.

“Hey!” You shouted. The doorbell rings again. You froze. Tracer’s smile grew wider.

“I’ll get it!” Tracer zipped to the front door.

“No!” You shouted.

Junkrat was let in before you could protest further. He was oddly clean today, except his hair was covered in ash. He wore a fresh tank top and some (unripped) cargo shorts. He definitely smelt like he was forced into a flowery-scented bath. The rose and lavender scents slowly filled the room.

“H-hey!” Your voice quivered.

“Hey, I heard some yelling while I was outside,” Junkrat said. “Everything alright?”

You glared at Tracer again. She only shrugged her shoulders like she didn’t know anything.

“Everything’s fine.” You sighed. “Just fooling around.”

“Hey!” Someone barked outside your door. Roadhog entered. He looked like he just rode out of hell. He was smoking, covered in soot, and his mask all beat up. You rushed over to him.

“Jesus, what happened to you?” You asked Hog. The Junkers exchanged glances and laughed.

“We just robbed a bank,” Junkrat answered.

“And I wanted to keep him clean.” Hog added. “Knew he was going to see you tonight.”

Tracer grinned. “I knew this was a date.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Junkrat asked her.

“Admit it, Rat!”

Junkrat shot you a confused glance. You only shook your head. “I don’t know what’s going on.” You sighed. “She’s gone nuts.” Roadhog patted Junkrat’s shoulder. “I’m off. The police may find us here. I’ll distract them.”

Junkrat shot him a thumbs up. “Good call, mate.” “I’m going to get some ice cream too.” Hog continued.

Tracer appeared in front of Hog in a hot second. “Can I come?” She asked him. Police sirens blared in the distance. Hog threw Tracer over his shoulder and marched out of your house. “Sure, let’s go!” He huffed. Perfect, she was finally gone. “Bye!” You waved with a great smile. You and Junkrat watched as Roadhog strapped Tracer into the passenger wagon of his motorcycle and zoomed off. “Finally.” You sighed, walking back to the living room. “I got pizza and popcorn ready for us. Which movie do you want to see---” You turned to Junkrat and froze. He held out a bouquet of daisies for you. Looking at the roots, it seems he pulled them out of the ground somewhere. “What’s this?” You asked. “A gift for you,” Junkrat answered. “Found them in some bloke’s yard.” Tracer’s stupid smirk popped in your mind. If she was still here, she would’ve flipped. You cleared your throat. “That’s nice of you. Thanks!” You took the daisies into the kitchen and placed them in a vase filled with water. Junkrat followed you. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his eyes kept shifting at you then down at the floor like he was afraid to ask you something. “Do you want to see Blood Sucker Junkers first or Junkenstein’s Revenge 2?” You asked. Junkrat scratched his head. “Actually, I changed my mind about our movie night.” He said. “Oh?” “I want to take you to the beach. Heard it was going to be really nice this evening.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t see why not.” You said. Junkrat grinned. “We’ll take the food with us. Feed the popcorn to the seagulls.” You laughed. “Don’t blow them up!” Junkrat raised his hands in mock guiltiness. “Oi, have you ever tried fried seagull? Delicious!” “No thanks. I prefer chicken.” “You don’t know what you’re missing, mate. You need to live a little more.” *~*~*

Rent on your place can be a bitch on your wallet, but having only to walk a few minutes to the beach was worth the money. You and Junkrat arrived at the beach at sunset. People were already lingering away from the calm, blue waters to the parking lot. One frustrated mother was dragging her screaming child, who clearly didn’t want to leave. The little boy yanked his arm away from his mother’s grip and fell out on the ground, kicking sand up in the air. “Nooo!” The boy shrieked. “I have to finish my sandcastle!” He pointed to the sandcastle decorated with seashells, sticks, and seaweed. The boy’s mother only huffed and placed her tightened fists on her hips. “We have to go, Cayden, or no ice cream!” The mother warned. The boy’s tantrum stopped immediately. “Ice cream?” Cayden asked. “Yes.” The boy ran past his mother to the parking lot for his parent’s car. The mother chased after him. You watched the sandcastle as a colossal wave smashed it into nothingness. Good thing little Cayden didn’t see that. “Man, that boy can scream!” Junkrat chuckled behind you. He was lying on his stomach on a beach towel eating out of his second pizza box. “Hey!” You closed the box. “Save some for me!” “But I didn’t get to eat all day.” Junkrat moaned, looking up at you with pitiful eyes. “I’m starving!” Junkrat opened the pizza box and nibbled on a large pepperoni slice. “Hmm, crunchy.” You eyed him questionably. “Crunchy?” Junkrat giggles. “I think I got some sand topping on my pizza.” You laughed. “That’s what you get!” A beach couple walked past you two, holding hands. They looked like they literally lived in the gym and the tanning salon. They parked their beach towel not too far from where you were sitting and started watching the sunset together. The beach body boyfriend had his hand right on his girlfriend’s ass, playing with her g-string thong. You rolled your eyes and returned to chewing your pizza slice. “Oi,” Junkrat called out to the couple. “Get a room!” You didn’t know why the couple bothered Junkrat so, but it was funny until he pulled out a small cherry bomb from his pocket. “Junkrat, no!” You hissed, taking the bomb from his hand before he lit the fuse. “What?” Junkrat looked completely innocent. “I was just going to scare them. Not blow them up!” “Let them be.” You muttered. You turned back to the couple, and they were already making out. For real? Luckily, a huge wave came ashore and hit the couple. The girlfriend screamed. “My hair!” The bikini goddess yelped. You could only snicker. Why the hell was she there if she didn’t want her long, blonde luscious locks wet? The couple glanced your way then moved further out from the rushing waters. Junkrat sighed with relief. “Thank God,” Junkrat said. “They were ruining our spot.” You turned to him. “Ours?” Junkrat gently grabbed your face with his prosthetic hand and turned you toward the glowing sunset. It was a splash of red, yellow, and orange in front of the purple clouds. It was perfect, just perfect. Seagulls circled the skies, searching for fish to pick up for the late evening dinner. A line of dolphin fins peeked out of the water. You gasped at the sight and pointed at the sea. “Junkrat, did you see that?” “I did!” You jumped as you realized Junkrat was sitting right beside you, still chewing on pizza. “I don’t understand why Tracer thinks we’re dating.” He continued. You shook your head. “I don’t know, man.” Junkrat turned to you, a cheese string hanging from his mouth. “Is this dating? I just gave you flowers because I know you like them.” You threw your arm around Junkrat’s shoulder. The first stars appeared as the sun slowly descended into the ocean. “This is the best place to look at the stars.” He said. You smiled. “You’ve been here before?” You asked. Junkrat only grinned. A man’s loud cough made you jump. You turned to a couple sitting on the bench watching the sea. A huge man and a tiny man garbed in fishermen’s gear with sunglasses. Looks like they were taking a break from their fishing. You felt weird vibes from their presence. “I like you,” Junkrat said. “I mean it.” You stared at him. “I like you too. You’re a good friend.” Junkrat shook his head. “No, no, no. I meant—” “Daddy, look!” A little girl shouted behind you. A little girl and her family stepped off the boardwalk into the beach. More and more people steadily approached around you and Rat, pointing at the skies and planting their beach chairs on the cool sand. “Daddy, look, look, look, LOOK!” The same little girl shouted. “I see, I see, sweetie!” The exhausted father replied. The sky was nearly covered with shooting stars. Your mouth dropped with amazement. “Oh my God,” You gasped. “I almost forgot about this.” You remembered last week you were watching the news with Junkrat when an anchorwoman announced a meteor shower was coming up. The beach was the best place to see anything up in the skies, whether it be the stars, an aerial hostile Omnic invasion, or UFOS. “I remembered,” Junkrat said, tapping your nose. You smiled, blood rushing to your cheeks. You shyly turned away from Rat. Geez, why were you acting like a timid schoolgirl with a crush on him now? “Remember the time we went out to King’s Row?” Junkrat asked. “Yeah.” You recalled. You remembered it like it was yesterday. After bringing in a British TALON spy into custody, you, Junkrat, Tracer, and Roadhog all went out for drinks as a celebration. Roadhog and Tracer returned to their hotel rooms early. At the same time, you and Rat explored London seeing Big Ben, visiting Piccadilly Circus, and almost getting regrettable matching tattoos. “Remember Junkertown?” Junkrat continued. “Yep.” “South Korea? Brazil? Paris?” “Yep, yep, and yep.” “Were we dating back then?” You and Rat would often take on week-long trips together. Just the two of you. Whoever asked where you all were going, you quickly responded it was a mission. Really, you just liked being around each other. You didn’t know why, but you just did. “Maybe we are dating.” You admitted. Your heart rate increased after your confession. You opened your mouth to say something else, but a sudden pang of fear stopped you. Junkrat only stared at you, a genuine smile slowly forming on his face. He leaned closer to your face, and you immediately backed away. “You want to get some snow cones?” You asked, breaking the moment. “I know a place nearby. It’s not too far from here.” Junkrat turned to the empty pizza boxes and patted his stomach. “A dessert sounds nice.” He said. You two gathered up your beach towels and trash and walked away from the beach, leaving the crowd still watching the meteor shower. You glanced over at the bench where the mysterious fishermen were sitting. They were gone. You had a strange feeling you knew them from somewhere. *~*~*

An hour later, you and Junkrat finally received your snow cones after a terribly long line at the snow cone hut. Only two people were working at the stand. “Finally!” Junkrat sighed as he stabbed his blueberry snow cone with a spoon. “That took longer than I expected.” “Yeah, seriously.” You replied. With no warning, Junkrat stole a scoop of your cherry snow cone. “Mine!” He shouted. “Hey!” You reached for his cone with your spoon, but he moved it out of the way. “Ha! Missed!” Junkrat shouted. He leaned forward and surprised you with a kiss. Both of you stared at each other in shock afterward. “Uh, whoops, sorry about that, mate.” He giggled nervously. You licked your lips, tasting the artificial cherry/blueberry flavor. “It’s all right,” You said as you set your cup down and grabbed the back of Junkrat’s head. “Fuck it!” You crushed his lips with a long, savory kiss. “Daddy, look. The pretty one is kissing that strange, ugly man!” The little girl from the beach pointed at you. You jerked away from Junkrat and laughed. The beach father rushed over and scooped the child up to his arms. “Shh, that’s not nice!” He said. “We don’t talk about people that way.” The little girl looked back at you as she was taken away. “But Daddy, he’s weird! Look at his funny hair!” “Be quiet, and you eat your snow cone!” The father hissed. Junkrat ran his fingers through his half-burnt hair. “Me hair’s funny?” He turned to you. “It’s not that bad, is it?” You pecked him on the cheek. “You’re absolutely fine.” You said. Junkrat pulled you closer to him and buried his face into your neck. “Mmm, I love you (Y/N).” He said. You blushed. “Yeah, me too.” “AH HA!” The fishermen from the beach burst out of the bushes, scaring a couple of beachgoers. “What the fuck!?” One tan man holding two snow cones yelped. One cone accidentally fell to the ground. “Fuck!” The man groaned. “Oh, sod off.” The tiny fisherman said to the man. “Um, do I know you?” You asked the fishermen. They removed their sunglasses, and you instantly recognized them. “Tracer? Roadhog?! So you’ve been spying on us this whole time?” You frowned. Roadhog pointed at Tracer. “It was her idea. I just wanted some ice cream.” Tracer clicked her teeth. “Ah, ah, ah! You brought up the idea as we were eating ice cream.” “Did not!” Hog barked back. “Enough!” You shouted. Junkrat only laughed. “Sorry we spied on you.” Roadhog apologized, twiddling his fingers with his massive feet turned inwards. You scoffed. “Hog, it’s okay.” You assured the Maori giant. “I’m just startled.” “I’m not surprised,” Junkrat said. “I knew you two were watching us back at the beach.” You stared at Junkrat. “You knew?! And you didn’t tell me!?” “Love, if I did, I wouldn’t have had the chance to kiss ya!” Junkrat wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh my God.” You rolled your eyes. Tracer pulled out her smartphone. “Smile for the birdy, would you? I want to capture the moment King Junkrat and Queen (Y/N) have finally reunited.” You smiled and threw your snow cone at her. “Hey!” Tracer cried. The picture caught your snow cone flying towards her direction. Your face in the frame half-covered by the flying dessert while Junkrat had his lips planted on your cheek. A blurry Roadhog hand hovered over you two.

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lokis-little-kitten · 3 years

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Teaching Assistant 11

He smiles at you and you then focus on class again since Loki is going over an important part of the book.

When the class is over you and Dimitri leave right away instead of that you wait to go to Loki’s office. You feel a pang of sadness but the thought of staying with him tonight cheers you up. You also know you have to keep socializing. You can’t just be around Loki the whole time.

After you impress the boys with your motorbike you leave to a pizza place where they desperately wanted to go to. There was some heavy rain last night and so the football field drowned.

When you sit down Dimitri and Steve sit down next to you. The other boys shove some tables together ready have a good time. ‘’Who’s going to treat the lady this time,’’ Robert asks as he sits down in front of you. Every damn time you went out with them they paid for you. In the beginning, you tried to fight it but you have given up now.

‘’I think it should be Steve,’’ Adam calls out with a large grin, ‘’he is the newbie after all!’’ Steve chuckles a bit and looks at you. ‘’Is this a thing?’’ You smile and him and nod awkwardly. ‘’Yes, one of them always pays out of ‘British Courtesy’,’’ you explain to him, ‘’if you don��t want you, you aren’t obligated to.’’ He smiles at you.

‘’Well, I’m in Britain now so I don’t think I have a choice. Eat me broke,’’ he cheers and starts to get up with some other boys. They usually order in little groups just like now. So Steve walks up together with Adam, Robert and Tom.

‘’So, how did the whole pay for the lady things come to be,’’ he asks Tom, a long chap. ‘’Well, we tell her it’s British courtesy but ehm… That’s a lie. Something is going on with her-’’ ‘’Anorexia, I know. She told me this afternoon.’’ Tom nods a bit and takes a step as the line moves along.

‘’So when she just came out of the hospital she refused to eat with anyone present. If someone pays for her she feels guilty enough to at least eat quite something.’’ Steve nods a bit and glances over at her. ‘’I see.’’

‘’We might not see each other every day or text for hours but… she is part of the team and we love her. Therefore, we take care of her. And you’re a part of that now,’’ Robert explains further. ‘’I’m honoured.’’

A few minutes later Steve and the boys sit back down and another group of five leaves. Steve puts down your pizza and gives you a kind smile. You quickly snap a picture of the pizza and send it to Daddy.

You get a text back from him almost immediately.

Daddy Good girl. Send me a picture of you eating as well, dear. I’m proud of you.

You smile brightly and send him a text back. ‘’Ooooh, someone is happy,’’ Tony gleams. You just stick out your tongue and lock your phone again. ‘’None of your business!’’ He laughs and takes a bite from his pizza. “Sure,” he winks at you.

‘’Boys, what about a selfie,’’ you ask while getting your camera out. ‘’Yes,’’ Dimitri cheers. The boys make a pose while you turn around and snap a picture with your pizza. ‘’Thanks.’’ You curl up on the bench and send the picture to Loki.

Daddy

Good girl. Good to see you have fun with your friends but they better keep their hands off.

You smile and send him a text back before focussing in your friends again. Funny stories are shared just like laughter. After an hour or so Steve nudges your elbow with his. He gives you a slight sign towards your food with his head. You notice you had stopped eating after one or two pieces. You smile as a thank you and start eating again.

After half an hour more you all leave to go home, or in your case Loki’s home. You first stop by to get some of your things you’ll need and then leave for his home again. When you arrive you park your bike and get up to the penthouse. You first knock to see if he is home or not but you don’t get anything back so you guess not.

So you get the key he gave you and unlock the door. You walk in immediately get attacked with kisses from Guardian. ‘’Hello, love,’’ you smile and hug the dog back. When it calms down it goes to lay down on his pillow.

‘’Now what,’’ you mumble to yourself. He did tell you to or go take a nap or go watch telly. But what if you touch something you’re not supposed to… or break it! You end up getting stuck in anxiety and wait in the middle of the living room.

When Loki finally comes back after another hour you look up and smile happily at him. ‘’Hello darling,’’ he smiles and speeds towards you throwing his briefcase in a corner. He hugs you close and kisses you sweetly. The moment you pull back you yawn loudly. Loki chuckles and kisses your forehead.

‘’Did you take a nap,’’ he asks still smiling widely at the thought of your little body in his bed hopefully dreaming of him. ‘’No, Daddy,’’ you say truthfully. ‘’No,’’ he frowns, ‘’did you watch telly then?’’ You shake your head again and yawn once more. You now regret not taking that nap.

Loki now seriously seems worried and cups your face. ‘’Why didn’t you do as you were told?’’ ‘’I was scared I would do something wrong, Daddy. I’m sorry!’’ You snuggle up with him and look up at him with large doe eyes.

‘’Darling, you are always allowed to come here to take a nap or watch telly. I don’t care if I’m home or not. Keep the key and then whenever you need to go somewhere to take a nap or have a drink and you close here you are always welcome.’’ He smiles at you and kisses your nose.

‘’Okay, Daddy.’’ He then suddenly picks you up and he carries you away. He walks you to the bedroom and puts you down on the bed. He goes to grab a shirt and walks back to you. He changes your clothes and forces you back into the bed.

‘’Go take a nap and I’ll go make dinner. Okay, little one?’’ You shake your head heavily. ‘’I wanna help you cook!’’ ‘’No. Little girls need some extra sleep. I’ll pick you up again when dinner is ready.’’ You pout but then lay your head down on the perfectly soft pillow. ‘’Okay… Don’t eat without me again,’’ you warn him grabbing his hand.

He sits down next to you and frowns. ‘’Is that why you want to help me cook? Are you scared Daddy will eat without you again?’’ You nod while your cheeks start to burn a little. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ Loki pulls you up from under the blankets onto his lap.

‘’No need to say sorry. Little one, I know you have a really hard time with eating and if me eating before you scares you, Daddy understands. I’ll do my very best not to eat without you again, okay?’’ ‘’Thank you, Daddy.’’ ‘’Good girl,’’ he smiles and kisses your cheek. ‘’Think you can go to sleep now?’’ ‘’Yes, Daddy,’’ you yawn and crawl back into bed all by yourself.

Loki tucks you in again and then leaves you be. He goes back to the kitchen and starts cooking dinner. It is finished but he still needs to put it on the plates and make the table when suddenly Guardian starts to bark at him rather alarmed.

‘’Crap,’’ he mumbles to himself and rushes to the bedroom. He shakes you awake and starts calling your name trying not to sound alarmed. ‘’Babygirl, wake up darling. Come on Daddy is hungry and it’s dinner time!’’

You yawn as you open your eyes. ‘’Hello Daddy,’’ you yawn and smile sweetly at him. ‘’Hello lovey, time to get up.’’ Loki grabs you under your arms and lifts you from the bed. ‘’Come on, little one. Dinner time.’’ He grabs your hand and drags you along to the kitchen.

You rub your eye and stumble along. ‘’Daddy, I’m tired,’’ you sulk at him. ‘’Well, you have been napping for half an hour and now it’s dinner time.’’ You groan again and climb on a stool at the least packed plate. Loki sits down as well and attacks his foot as if it could disappear at any moment.

You eat a lot slower for obvious reasons. Loki eating as much and as quick as he does is kind of comforting for some strange reason. When Loki has enough he puts his plate in the dishwasher and sits with you while making jokes to help you relax a little. Not long before you finish eating the doorbell rings all of the sudden.

You frown and look at Loki. ‘’Are you expecting,’’ you ask him nervously. ‘’No, go hide in my bedroom, love,’’ Loki tells you. Quickly you get up and run to his bedroom with Guardian on your heels.

As Loki told you, you hide in his bedroom under the blankets of his bed. Guardian stays with you thinking that it’s some game you’re playing.

Meanwhile, Loki walks to the door to look through the peephole. He smiles when he sees four guys knocking and waiting. ‘’Mate, we know you’re there open the damn door,’’ Evan yells at Loki while a grin.

Loki does and let’s the four lads in. ‘’Well, what a surprise,’’ Loki chuckles and walks towards the frich to get some beers. ‘’Well, we haven’t seen ya in a few weeks now. It was time to have a fucking beer again,’’ Luke smiles grabbing a bottle from Loki.

‘’No cussing,’’ Loki calls at them also getting a few bags of crisps. ‘’Why not,’’ Luke asks again. Loki just gives him a smirk and sits down with his own beer. ‘’But, lads, I was planning on inviting you over this weekend. I need to get all of the DDLG stuff in the playroom instead of what we have now.’’ The guys from a bit at this request.

‘’Looking for a little are you,’’ James asks grabbing a bottle of his own. ‘’Something like that.’’ Loki gets up to go and get you with a knowing smirk leaving his friends in confusion. He walks to the bedroom and chuckles when he sees the bulge in the blankets.

‘’Babygirl, it’s safe you can come out.’’ He smiles when you come out from under the covers with a slight hesitation. ‘’Are they gone,’’ you whisper carefully not to give away your presence. Loki just picks you up and puts you on his hip.

‘’Daddy, what’s going on?’’ ‘’My mates are over, babe.’’ Loki has you put on a bra and jeans before picking you up. He carries you into the living room while all the guys turn to see who is talking to. They gasp and quickly walk towards you. ‘’You already have one,’’ James asks with large eyes. ‘’Yeah, by accident. I thought she was a slave but turns out she is a little. Aren’t you?’’ ‘’Yes Daddy.’’

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"Is it too much to ask for something great?" For whoever you'd like :)

There’s cursing in here. This is the continuation of my Newsies Life in the ER Series. You can catch up here. We check in on Albert and Finch in this one. There’s some swearing in this one.

January 19, 2021

It had been a hell of a year, since the first COVID case was discovered in the United States. It had been eight months since he saw his first case at the hospital. He was ready for a solid week off with no plans, other than a road trip, catching up on Netflix shows and hanging out with his husband.

He pushed back from the computer with a sigh, giving Spot a look. “Need anything before I leave?”

Spot grinned, shaking his head. “No, but enjoy your time off. I’m insanely jealous, by the way.”

“Your time is coming - two weeks then I’ll be the jealous one.” Albert grinned, watching a chart fly by on the desk. Looking up, he grinned at Plums who maneuvered into a chair. “How’s that baby girl of yours? Has she figured out what sleep is?”

Her and Jack had welcomed Adelin Charlotte Kelly back in July. She was welcomed by many honorary aunts and uncles. Her birth was one the ER wouldn’t forget for a really long time.

Plums sighed. “She loves to throw ragers between 1 and 3 am. She’s got the lungs of her father. Jack was up with her while I got to sleep blissfully while she screamed her head off.”

“Racer and I told you we would take her for a weekend if you want.” Spot reminded her, giving her a big grin. “All you have to do is say yes.”

Plums grinned, pursing her lips. “Let me talk with Jack and I’ll let you know. Just make sure you don’t work the next day after you have her. She loves her ragers.”

“Duly noted.” Spot grinned. “We love her and she will be fine. Al, what are you going to be doing on your vacation?”

Albert leaned back in the chair. “Finch and I are going on a road trip up to Cold Springs for a few days before lazily lying on the couch catching up on Netflix and trying out a few recipes Finch wants to try.”

“What’s up in Cold Springs? I’ve heard it’s gorgeous in the summer but won’t it be colder than here.” Plums looked over at him with an eyebrow raised.

Albert laughed, raising his own eyebrows, grinning. “Finch spent his childhood up in Cold Springs - he always talks about the cute town and little shops along with some great skiing. And, yes it’s cold up there but that’s what they make fireplaces and cozy blankets.”

Spot and Plums both rolled their eyes and laughed at Albert’s expression. “Thanks but we didn’t need to know that.”

“You asked.” Albert grinned. “Now if you don’t have anything for me, I’m heading out.”

They both yelled for him to have a great vacation before he headed to the locker room before clocking out. With a final wave, he headed out of the Emergency Room, heading to his Subaru. Unlocking the car, he threw his bag in the back before getting in.

The car ride home was quiet, him relaxing, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Pulling into the driveway, he sighed, getting out of the car, walking into the house. He heard the familiar jingle of Rex’s collar, kicking off his shoes before letting the black Lab out of his crate. The dog danced at his feet as he made his way over to the backdoor to let him out.

Making his way to the bedroom, he quickly changed out of the scrubs and into sweatpants and a hoodie. Making his way out to the living room, he let Rex back in, quickly changing his water bowl before collapsing onto the couch. Digging his phone out of his sweatpants, he aimlessly scrolled through his social media.

He felt Rex jump off the couch before starting to bark, causing Albert to look up, realizing that two hours had already passed. He heard the door open as Rex’s excited paws pad on the floor as Finch’s bag hit the hit. Albert smiled hearing Finch talk to Rex, reassuring him he was home for the night. “Hey you.”

Albert pushed himself off the couch, grinning at Finch as he made his way over to him. “Hey yourself. How was your day?”

“Good. It was good to wrap some things up before vacation.” Finch grinned, kissing him again. “How was yours?”

Albert shrugged, sitting back down on the couch. “Two gunshot wounds and a few stitches. Just an average day in life.”

“That’s your average day . . . not most Americans.” Finch grinned, laughing. “Have you been home long?”

He nodded. “Like two hours. Spot and Plums pushed me out telling me they’re jealous of us having a vacation.”

“Have you thought of dinner?” Finch asked, loosening his tie, giving his husband a look while cocking his eyebrow.

Albert had the decency to look a bit guilty. “No . . . I got caught up in a game with Racer and lost track of time.”

“Feel like anything in particular?” Finch asked, heading to the bedroom as he unbuttoned his shirt, giving Albert another look.

Albert threw his head back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling as he flipped through the possibilities for their dinner. Nothing sounds amazingly great to him so he figured he’d leave it up to Finch to decide. “Babe?”

Looking up, a wolfish smile crossed Albert’s face at how utterly gorgeous his husband was. Finch was dressed in ratty sweatpants and an old hoodie from their college days. “What’s up?”

“What do you want for dinner?” Finch joined him on the couch, lacing his fingers with his. “You alright, something seems off?”

Albert shrugged. “I don’t care what we do for dinner - nothing really sounds good. And all is good.”

“Uh huh . . .” Finch gave him a long look, squeezing his hand. “I’m ordering pizza for dinner then we’re going to have a long talk.”

Albert watched Finch pull out his phone, call their favorite pizza place before ordering their usual - a pepperoni pizza with breadsticks and a two liter of Pepsi. Hanging up the phone, Finch dropped it on the coffee table, looking at Finch. “I’m not going to bug you but what’s going on Albert?”

“What do you mean?” Al looked at Finch, biting his lip.

Finch sighed. “You’ve been quiet for the last couple of days and distant for a bit. I have been waiting for you to come to me but you haven’t said much outside of good morning, goodnight, and a text here and there. What’s bugging you, Albert?”

“I’ve been doing some thinking.” Albert started, biting his lip. “Have you thought about where you want our life to go and what you want out of it?”

“I want you and I want the life that we talked about in college.” Finch smiled. “The one that we were going to go on vacation with the destination picked by throwing a dart at a map. The one that we adopted a dog, hours spent on debating which one we wanted, only to go to the shelter to pick out Rex. The one that you come home and tell me about your hospital days and try to gross me out by talking about the goriness of the job. And the one that you're completely and utterly head over heels in love with me.”

Albert grinned, thinking back on the times they would sit under the stars and talk. He looked over at Finch, biting his lip. "Is it too much to ask for something great?"

The words were quiet as they left Albert’s mouth that it was difficult for Finch to hear. “Wanna say that again?”

“Is it too much to ask for something great?” Albert said louder as he looked down at their linked hands.

Finch faltered for a moment, not expecting those words to come out of his husband’s mouth. His mouth opened and closed for a second, not sure what to say to him. “You don’t have to say anything . . . just voicing the question.”

He looked at Albert, hurt across his face. “When did you stop telling me about your thoughts and ideas? One thing I’ve always prided myself in our relationship is how much you and I always talk and work things out that are bugging us.”

“We were talking about greatness at work. One of our docs is retiring and they were talking about how great his career was and how great he is walking away.” Albert started. “I’ve been thinking about how I can have something great. I love you and I love the life we’ve built. All I want is something great.”

“Babe.” Finch paused, shifting in the couch, squeezing his hand. “I think the life we have together is pretty great. I think it’s great that I get to come home to you, to Rex, and tell you about my day. I think it’s great that I can call you my husband and I know that you’re always going to be by my side and be there for me. What isn’t so great about what we have?”

Biting his lip, Albert shook his head. “Do you feel like there’s something we’re missing?”

“At this moment, no. I love our comfortable lifestyle, our jobs are great and we’re in a good spot.” Finch raised an eyebrow. “How long have you been thinking about adding kids to our life?”

A gasp escaped Albert’s mouth as a smile crossed his lips. “Only a few weeks. I see what Jack and Kat have with Addie and I’ve started thinking about us. We always talked about having kids but it didn’t become real until a few weeks ago.”

“We’ve been married for six months, Al. Do you want to add kids to our life so quickly?” Finch asked. “We can spoil Addie rotten for a bit longer . . .”

Sighing, Albert threw his head back against the couch. “I want kids but at times I feel like we’re being left behind. Race and Spot have been talking about kids as have Romeo and Specs. We’re not even at that point yet.”

“We’re also 26 years old.” Finch bit back, giving him a look. “Since when do we set our lives based on our friend’s lives and what they’re doing? I am starting to get the feeling that there’s something deeper going on Albert. Please just tell me.”

Unlacing his fingers from Finch’s, Albert tapped his knee. “Okay . . . don’t kill me when I tell you . . .”

“You can’t start a sentence like that, Albert.” Finch raised an eyebrow at him. He slid closer to Albert, pulling him into his arms. “Just tell me Albert, I’m really starting to worry.”

The doorbell interrupted them as Finch dropped a kiss on Albert’s head. Pushing off the couch, he retrieved the pizza, breadsticks, and the soda pop before dropping them on the coffee table. Finch took a deep breath, going into the kitchen to get two glasses of ice, paper plates, and napkins before dropping back onto the couch beside Albert. “Alright snugs, talk to me.”

Grabbing a slice of pizza and a breadstick, Albert relaxed on the couch with a sigh. “I had a doctor’s appointment a few days ago - just the annual physical. But there was something in my blood work that has my doctor concerned.”

“Concerned? What is it?” Dropping his plate onto the coffee table, shifting to look at Albert, Finch pursed his lips in concern.

“My white blood cell count was high.” Albert sighed, tears crowding his eyes. “But I feel fine and haven’t been sick lately. My doctor is running additional tests and I’m in a waiting period. What if it’s more serious?”

Pulling Albert into his arms, he ran his hand through his hair. “Thank you for telling me. What do you always tell your patients - don’t jump to conclusions. It could be that there’s something going on with your white blood cells that isn’t related to an illness.”

Pressing a kiss to Albert’s head, Finch sighed. “So you decided to bring up thinking about everything that you haven’t achieved yet to cover the fact that you’re potentially sick? Albert, I promised you, in sickness and in health that I will love you always. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yeah that wasn’t very smart of me.” Albert agreed, with a sad smile. “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Finch ran his hand through his hair, chuckling. “How about next time you have news to deliver you just tell me? Yes, it may scare me but I’m not going to run; those vows and you mean too much to me.”

“Deal.” Holding out his hand, Albert smiled. “Do you want to continue our discussion of kids?”

Finch sighed. “How about we get through this hiccup in our lives first before we circle back to the kids front? We both know we want kids, that’s not even a question but the timing, we’re going to need to discuss that in more detail.”

Nodding, Albert smiled. “That sounds like a plan. We make a pretty good team.”

“We sure do.” Finch leaned over and kissed Albert. “I love you, snugs.”

“Love you too Finchie.”

Four Days Later

The door closed behind him as he kicked off his shoes. Walking into the kitchen, he placed the vase of flowers on the counter before looking around. The house was quiet as he peeked his head into the living room. Albert and Rex were curled up on the couch, both sound asleep causing Finch to grin brightly.

He walked into the bedroom, changing into sweats and a hoodie before walking out and kneeling next to the couch. He ran his hand through Rex’s fur as the dog looked up at Finch as his tail started thumping. Moving to run his hair through Albert’s hair, Finch grinned listening to Albert’s breath hitch as he peeked an eye open. “Hey.”

Finch’s smile widened at the grogginess of Albert’s voice. “Hey yourself. Long day?”

“Tough day. We lost a patient today.” Albert sighed. “I came home and cuddled with Rex and must’ve fallen asleep.”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Finch lightly scratched Albert’s scalp, smiling hearing him sigh in contentment. “How was your day, Finchie?”

“I got an embarrassing bouquet of flowers but glad you got some good news about your tests.” Finch grinned. “Did you really need to send the flowers?”

Albert laughed, pushing himself into a seated position. “Yes, I could’ve called you and told you the news but thought you might like the flowers. I would’ve loved to see your face when they got delivered.”

Fishing his phone from his back pocket, Finch opened it tilting it for Albert to look at. “Ask and you shall receive. Amelia took a photo and sent it to me after the fact. Hey, Albie?”

“Yeah Finchie?” Albert looked up from the photo with a smile on his face.

“I’m really glad you’re going to be okay.” Finch smiled. “You just have to take an antibiotic, right? Nothing else?”

Albert smiled. “Just an antibiotic for a few days and a check up in three months. I’m okay, Finchie. But if you want, I’ll give Katherine the report and she can talk to you about it.”

“You’d let Katherine do that?” Finch asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Albie smiled and nodded. “If it gives you peace of mind, then yes, I’d let our friend do that. She’d tell you the same thing that I just told you. I’m going to be just fine, Finchie.”

Pulling him off the couch, Finch pulled him into his arms with a laugh before kissing him. “I love you Albie.”

“I love you too Finchie.” Albert laughed, pushing himself on his tiptoes to kiss Finch. “Now can we talk about kids?”

Laughing, Finch nodded, stilling Albert in their awkward dance. “We have all the time in the world but yes we can talk about kids, assuming you want to be a dad.”

“I was thinking a papa more like it but yes, I want to raise kids with you Patrick Cortes-DaSilva.” Albert kissed him with a passionate furish.

Finch chuckled. “And I want to raise kids with you too, Albert Cortes-DaSilva. I love you Albie.”

“And I you, Finchie forever and always.”

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