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That’s My Girl Chris Evans X Reader
Overview: You and Chris are going to see your daughter perform in her first talent show. Chris helped with her performance and its a little different from what you would’ve expected...
AN: Another Chris one for you guys! Now that Knives Out is coming out, I’ve had people desperate for more Chris, and this idea melted my heart. This is inspired by a scene from one of my favourite TV shows if you know it message me ;) Thank you for the support as always!
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"nononono" you panicked as you felt you ankle wobble dangerously. Running on cobblestones In heels was dangerous, and a broken ankle was the last thing you needed right now. You slowed down to an uncomfortable fast walk-jog, willing for your ankles to not snap like sticks. It had started to snow, the first time this winter, and you buried your chin into your scarf so to keep your teeth from chattering. The clock in the local church chimed 7:30 causing your head to whip up in alarm and your heel to skid across a particularly icy cobble. You felt your whole body move back and that gut-wrenching shot of panic flashed through your brain as you saved yourself at the last minute from falling. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, the third time in the past half an hour. You fished it out and shoved it between your ear and shoulder, rounding the corner to beams of saturated yellow light "I'm here, I'm literally outside…… I'm fine love…..yes there was an issue at work that I had to stay for, but I'm here now……okay……I'll see you in a second."
Oak-field catholic school came looming out the darkness, brightly lit up with banners already hanging limply from the steady fall of snow. You skidded up the steps, taking two at a time, to almost trip and fall on the last one. You bag swung around on your shoulder and almost took out a grandfather walking behind you.
"I am SO sorry, Sir!" You gasped "Honestly If I've hurt you-"
"Swinging for the elderly?" A voice joked "I thought we said you wouldn't do that anymore." Chris was standing by the open door, smiling. He walked over, apologised once more to the old man and his wife, before turning back to you, shaking his head. He was wrapped up in a dark jacket over his favourite blue shirt, and his shoes had been cleaned, so they gleamed; he had obviously dressed up the occasion. His hair was still a little messy from a day of running his hands through it, and the sight alone caused you to sigh with joy.
"I'm an addict I couldn't help it," You joked. "Hi."
"Hello." He grinned. He pulled you in for a quick hug, planting a soft kiss by your ear. "How was your day?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Duly noted. Come on," Chris kept his arm hooked around your waist as you both walked into the school "the show hasn't started yet."
"I thought I was going to miss her."
"And that would've made you a terrible parent."
"It would've." It was good to relax and joke around after the day you'd just had, you could already feel the knot in your shoulders start to loosen. You said hi to Lina's mum as you passed and nodded to Sister Margret, who jerked curtly back. The pair of you was just quickly catching up about to head into the hall when a small voice could be heard just behind to you.
"Dad?"
Connie had poked her head out the backstage door. She looked like she was going to be sick; pale skin, sweaty forehead, her nails bitten down to the surface. Her eyes were wide and desperate, and this caused Chris to run over and lean down on one knee. You watched from a distance; Connie didn't like being nervous in front of you because she knew it caused you to become overprotective. You saw Connie shake her head and the words "I can't do it," be said before Chris lightly put a hand over her mouth. He shook his head and spoke soft words, moving the hand to then to bring her head forward so he could kiss the top of her head. Chris said something that caused your daughter to laugh weakly before she said something that caused a belt of laughter from him. He then pulled her in briefly, their cheeks squishing together as he hugged her tight before chivying her lightly towards the door. One last high five and then she slipped backstage again, leaving her Dad to run back over to you smiling.
"Everything okay?"
"yea she's fine. Last-minute nerves. We've been rehearsing all day though so she knows what she's doing."
"I'm just looking forward to FINALLY seeing this secret performance," you said as you entered the auditorium where rows of creaky chairs were set up facing the stage. The sound of a generic TV show single was on a loop through the speakers on either side of the stage, buzzing slightly with the increase of base every few seconds. The air of you headed to two seats in the third row on the inside end, meaning you had the perfect view without having to crane your necks. There was a pause while you both flicked through the programme and said hi to parents of friends and to say hi to that one hysterical fan (there was always one) before you couldn't resist any more.
"Are you going to give me ANY hints about what she's doing."
"Nope."
'Nothing at all?"
"It's a surprise."
"Should I film it?"
"Oh absolutely," there was a glint in your husband's eye that for some reason caused you to become suspicious "we're never going to want to forget this."
You wanted to ask more, but then the lights went down and a thunder of applause. One of the sisters was standing just by the stage with a microphone in one hand and a notebook in the other, from which she read out "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Oak-field's Talent Extravaganza. Now, please put your hands together for Alice and her jumping juggling friends."
*******
"She's next, she's next!" You squired in your seat with impatience, excitement starting to bubble in your chest. Chris handed you his phone, and you set up the camera, propping it up on your bag so the performance could be filmed. "I'm nervous, why am I nervous she's doing the show not me. Oh gosh, I'm panicking-"
"Hon she's going to be fine!" But he still reached out and grabbed your hand, squeezing it in reassurance. His jiggling knee also gave it away that he too was feeling a little nervous, and that oddly calmed you a little.
The lights went down once more, and there was a smattering of polite applause. Lina walked out first, her smile full and confident, strutting over to her spot with rehearsed purpose before standing with her hand on her hip, poised. Connie, with her smaller physique and her curly hair already coming loose from her ponytail, gave the image of someone who was more reserved and shy. You watched her eyes rake the crowd before she caught your eye. You gave her a small wave; Chris lifted his arm so his thumbs up could be seen over the group. This reassurance caused Connie to nod in determination, before gripping her hand onto her hip, smiling widely. A click of the stereo and the slightly tinny sound of an old Judy Garland song started to play. This granted a nod of approval from Sister Margret. A very devout woman of the church who before the show had sent a list of songs and artists that were "recognised as inappropriate and would therefore not be tolerated." She was also a massive Judy Garland fan and had, therefore, lacked hesitation when putting the girls into the show. The CD stuttered, then the tinny backing track to "somewhere over the rainbow" rang out through the old speakers. The girls started their routine, slowly swaying back and forth, little voices sweet and nervous but to you the loveliest sound. You beamed widely, tears already clogging your eyes and pride burst through your chest. Everyone else saw the charm in it too; the grandparents in front of you cooed at each other about how cute she was. You wanted she lean over and say "she's my daughter," but that would distract you from the show.
A couple lines in, however, the music scratched, stuttered, and then stopped. The hall was silent. Both girls stood in stage, looking at each other and then back out into the audience. Your heart lept into your mouth. You tried to catch Connie's eye, but this was causing you to panic more. "We have to do something," you hissed to Chris.
"Just wait."
BAM! Bass blasted out of the speakers, shuddering the ground. Both girls grinned widely before throwing off the big jumpers they both wore, to reveal t-shirts decorated with flashing stars to match the socks they both pulled up to their knees. Horrified, you heard the lyrics to an all too familiar song.
'I was like
Good gracious- ass is bodacious
Flirting to show my patience
I'm waiting for the right time to shoot my steez….'
And without hesitation, both girls started dancing perfectly in time, jumping, sliding and turning, never missing a note as they lip-synced along. There was a roar of noise from the audience, a mixed response of anger and howling laughter. You turned to Chris, who was roaring with laughter, rolling back and forth on his chair, clapping loudly.
"You taught our daughter the lyrics to Hot in Here by NELLY?"
"But," Chris had to collect himself for a second he was laughing so hard "but doesn't she look great!"
"CHRISTOPHER!"
"It's a great song! Look, they're just coming up to the chorus." You turned back in time to see you, daughter, mouth the lyrics I am getting so hot right now, imma take my clothes off before throwing herself into a cartwheel. You were so shocked you burst out laughing, and then you couldn't stop. It was brilliant, they'd obviously spent hours on it. The audience was loving it too, most of their classmates cheering them in next to their slightly shell shocked but amused parents. The Sisters, on the other hand, looked horrified, Sister Margret was shaking in her seat, her face so stern it looked as if her forehead was about to crack in two. She started to feverishly whisper to the sister next to her. She jumped out of her seat and scurried behind the speakers, desperately trying to unplug them. Connie and Lina kept going, never missing any lyrics or steps. The speakers were eventually cut off, and the hall erupted into thundering applause. Chris stood up, whopping and pointing proudly at his daughter. "That's my girl! That's my daughter!" You laughed at his yells of pride and stood up with him, clapping widely. The lights went up, and Connie's eyes went straight to the pair of you. She was blushing, but when she saw you, she beamed and waved. A sister grabbed both of them by the shoulder and frog-marched them off stage to a waiting Sister Margaret. She beckoned Chris over too, and for the first time, Chris's jubilation faltered.
"I think I'm about to get told off."
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"Again," Chris said for the fourth time "I am so sorry for getting you into trouble honey." Connie poked her head up from her giant bowl of ice cream.
"It's only a week of no break times Dad. Besides, it gives us time to learn our next dance."
"Next dance?" You frowned.
"Lina's older sister wants us to do another dance for her birthday, to a song called s&m?" Connie shrugged "should be fun."
Chris's eyes widened, but you shook your head. Maybe not tonight. Instead, he went up and refilled all your ice cream pots, putting on so many reeses pieces the ice cream was lost. It was Connie's favourite though, and she squealed in delight before tucking in once more.
"But I'm proud of you." Chris threw his arm over his daughter and brought her into his side, her head barely reaching his shoulder. He kissed her head and smiled proudly towards you "didn't she do amazing?"
"You did amazing," you smiled.
Connie blushed once more. "Lina was better at the dancing than me."
"Are you kidding? You got moves, kid! Just like your mother," Chris winked, this time causing your cheeks to tinge pink. Praise and jokes were exchanged until it was time for them to go, the streets cold and icy with snow. Although she was nearly 9, Chris hooked Connie by her armpits and swung her onto his shoulders, one hand holding onto her wriggling foot, so she didn't fall off. The other handheld yours, making sure he kept close to you as you gingerly walked in your heels to the car. The snow was still falling in from the sky, and it stuck to your coat and to Chris's beard and made Connie look like a little old woman, her hair was so white. She squealed in delight not caring, sticking her little pink tongue out, trying to catch any snowflakes. It was the perfect image, and you feel your heart warm, seeing your small family together.
'I haven't done something yet today," Chris suddenly said.
"What?"
Chris stopped you for a second to lean in and give you a quick kiss, his lips warm and slightly cracked. He broke then there was another, and then he brought your intertwined hands up to his lips to kiss your hand, where your matching wedding bands knocked against each other. There were flecks of white clinging to his eyelashes, and his eyes glittered from the string of lights everywhere. "I love you both so much."
"I love you too."
"Love you three times !" Connie smiled. You both chuckled and continued to walk towards the car "Love you four times" Chris retorted.
"Love you five times."
"Six times."
"Ten times."
"A hundred times."
"One Gazillion and three!" Connie yelled, her smile triumphant.
"Wow. One Gazillion and three," Chris smiled to you "we're pretty damn lucky."
You squeezed his hand. "We really are."
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OH MY GOD I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE KISS SCENES!!especially with the first kiss scenarios and then your two Neji scenarios, theyre super romantic! could you write heated make-out scenes for the members of team Gai? Can be kinda nsfwish but doesn't need to be explicit
Team Gai Scenarios – Make-Out Scenes (Semi-NSFW)
My dude, I loved writing these! I haven’t done any true NSFW scenarios on this blog yet and I tend to avoid full-on NSFW unless it’s explicitly requested (because I don’t know the age of my readers and don’t want to make them uncomfortable) but I’m glad to hear that you love reading them because kiss scenes are one of my favorites to write! I hope these were saucy enough for you, thanks for contributing to the blog!
I played around with my writing style for each of them, and this request took a bit because I felt some of them were too similar or had too many of the same phrasings. The length isn’t uniform because I prioritized narrative over duration, but I did add some to Neji’s in celebration of his birthday. 😊
I wrote each of these as an excerpt to what would technically be a larger piece. As a side note, I’ll totally take the request to expand them to their, ahem, full glory if desired.
Might Gai – Now, Please
Breathing. All you could hear was heavy, panting breaths.
The edge of the counter was hard against your back, but you didn’t care.
He held you there, ravishing every last gasp of air from your lips, arms—God, did he know how much you love feeling his arms hold you?—hoisted under your thighs as they brought you on the counter’s surface.
“Can you just…” You stuttered as he made his way to your neck, groping him through the towel that was sliding off his hips. He moaned in reply, sliding himself in your hand for any desperate bit of friction he could reach through the towel that draped delicately across his Adonis belt.
Given the circumstances, he could barely speak. Returning to your lips, he replaced words with action, giving you a seductive nip before claiming them once more.
Tongues tangled together, mingling the taste of intimacy and salt.
Of him.
Gai’s characteristic grin had taken a more mischievous turn and you caught a glint of excitement behind his heavily lidded eyes.
Nobody had ever kissed you quite like he had. It was always an entanglement of longing and adoration that hung in a balance between his parted lips.
One kiss from him and you were caught, a feeling you had only imagined but never felt until he impressed himself upon you for all time.
Nothing mattered when you were with him. There were no gods, or kings, or men. Only the one you loved. And he asked, ever so sweetly in a low voice that rumbled through your being, for only the permission to cherish you more.
“What can I do for you exactly, my love?”
He loved to hear you say what you wanted. More specifically, he loved seeing the way your face lit up with color when he asked.
You craved the sweetness that came from the man built from hardship and battle, but this addiction meant you could only hold on so much longer.
No more questions.
“Ngh, Gai—”
The towel was on the floor now.
There was only ever one way to let Gai know anything—say it outright.
He would have to earn it from you.
“Make me.” You growled against his ear as he left another dark mark on your collar.
You saw a flash of onyx eyes and his serious grin—the one almost always reserved for battle, but at its core a conveyer of his intent—that caused unconscious goosebumps to spark down your back.
That was as far as you got onto that sentence before you lost patience, slipping off the counter to switch your positions, pressing him against the counter yourself. Almost laughable considering your size difference, but you knew how to lead him when you reached capacity.
He let you without thought to resist—it wasn’t even conceivable how your tongue and hands worked over his body.
Gai always smelled rustic, like earth and metal. When he was out of the shower, his bodywash dripped off of his skin with the faint smell of cologne, one that you now lapped off of his abdomen while he grunted your name as you worked your way down.
His usual cheerful face was now twisted in concentration, brows knitted together as your tongue punished his earlier actions. The way you moved over his freshly-scrubbed, still sensitive skin was practically sinful.
And one devilish look told him that you weren’t to be through with him until one—or both—of you weren’t walking until the next day.
Or at least him, as your head bobbed on him and he felt his knees buckle beneath him while white knuckles were close to tearing off the edge of the counter.
You shot him another mischievous look as your pressed further down than before, letting a rhythm build as he lost control, gripping your hair with trembling fingers, the fine line between gentle and lustful blurring until he finally snapped.
“You… are very persuasive.” He gasped, though the glistening of sweat that shimmered down his body conveyed all you needed to know about what you did to him.
Pulling you back up and punctuating a forceful kiss with a not-so-subtle grope of your backside as further evidence of his breathless desire before you were effortlessly lifted into the air, you couldn't help but shiver at the sudden contact as your legs wrapped around his well-muscled waist for stability.
A low chuckle came from his throat as he carried you to the room, not-so-subtly sliding his body against yours as he climbed on top of you, nipping for every bit of exposed flesh he found—and so gently peeling off your layers to find more. Even in passionate embrace, he was gentle with you. But right now, you wanted him.
And oh, he knew.
Rock Lee – His Fire
Your fingertips pressed into his shoulders, working out every knot they came across, and he hummed at the pleasurable touch. Still, you weren’t ready to let him relax just yet. Settling close to his back, you forked your way through his shoulder blades and down to his lower back, drawing your hands back up and then over his chest. Lee shuddered, the motion was both relaxing and pleasurable.
“You’re really tense.” You whispered in his ear, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder as your hands went to work.
“Y-Yes, I’ve been training a lot recently. Sorry, I know you worry about me…” Lee’s skin raised goosebumps at your kiss, and you took that as an indicator that he was becoming on edge. This time, you drew your hands down his lower back then to his thighs, rubbing up and down near an area you knew would garner a reaction out of him.
“Y-y/n, you’re…ah…” He tilted his head back as you captured his neck with your lips, gently grazing your tongue over the nape of his neck. Your movements on his thighs remained languid, teasing what they encroached upon. Lee squirmed, though not from discomfort. His eyes squeezed shut and his breath hitched, lost in all the things you were doing to him. Your agile hands then found more delicate skin at the same time as your lips, and it was all too much for Lee.
“Y/n…”
His face flushed and his mouth hung open, and you could just barely see the warm breath that fell from his mouth as it dissipated in the air. Lee couldn’t hold back from your teasing anymore. and whipped himself around, throwing his arm around you, capturing you in a desperate kiss, leaning you over until your shoulders gently hit the ground and he hovered above you. His mouth sought yours and brought forth a desire you never knew he possessed.
Lee’s body was always burning, the intensity of his being seemed to burn through his very veins and now it poured over you, igniting sparks across your skin as your bodies pressed flush and the friction of your clothes barely abated his radiating warmth.
Every kiss from him was like a spark that flew out when you struck a match. Every gentle meeting of your mouths caused a friction that lit up everything inside you until you were captured in his flame, consuming you from the inside out.
Burning, Burning.
And he set you on fire.
Your hands gripped firmly at his clothing, all but ripping it off and your skin finally pressed against his, and you groaned. Defined muscle covered his body and your fingers hungrily devoured every bit of it, earning gasps of pleasure that punctuated his hungry kisses.
Lee was losing control as he began pulling at your own, whispering apologies for his rushed actions but every plea you had to continue spurring him on until he could run his hands over your bare skin, peppering your neck and chest with messy kisses until he came back to your lips.
“Lee..”
You groaned at his sudden attention—Lee was always gentle with you, but there were times when his adoration became laced with desire. At times like this, you felt yourself give in to his every touch and caress, holding him close against you while he peppered your neck and collar with sweet, longing kisses. Without warning he hiked your leg up over his arm, pulling you down against him.
The sight of you disheveled brought a look of concern to his face, wondering if he’d been too rough—but before he could question, you pulled him back, guiding his hands, letting him trace your figure, memorize it once more with his fingertips.
The discovery of this side of him was no less tantalizing, knowing that he was sweet even in his yearning. His lips captured yours in another smoldering open-mouthed kiss, hands working their way down your abdomen while the love he had for you spilled out in soft moans and breathy words against your lips.
“You’re…so beautiful…”
He tossed your shirt out of the way, moving his kisses even lower.
“So Perfect…”
He reached the core of your stomach, pressing more of his burning, wet kisses all the way to the hem, until the heat reached up, wrapping itself around your throat. At a last moment before the heat robbed you of your voice, you called for him in the only way that conveyed all of this feeling that coiled inside of you, that threatened to burst through every pore of your skin.
“I love you..”
Tenten – Frustration
It began with slow caresses that morning before breakfast, drawing your hands up her back and over her shoulders—you knew her weaknesses—and trailing your nails down her back, and she shuddered with goosebumps, a smirk playing on her lips as she turned to give you a thankful kiss.
Instead of going completely for her lips, though, you pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek and left immediately after as she eyed you, pouting, but shrugging it off.
Within the hour and before you left, you were on her again, coming from behind to kiss over her neck as she dressed, leaving another kiss upon her cheek and avoiding her as you swept out the front door. Tenten scrunched her nose in frustration, muttering that you just had to wait until she left to do that, right?
You knew her training schedule too well, and when you found her alone she was pushed against the tree, a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that had her gasping at first from surprise before it became pleasure, your hands finding their way behind her.
She nipped at you impatiently and you once more tore away from her, avoiding her reactionary hand that shot out for you, and you were then off in the distance, leaving her practically growling in frustration as she straightened herself out and swore you would ‘seriously get it’ later.
That is, until past lunchtime and she found herself alone once more until you appeared again, this time pushing her into the grass, hoisting one leg over your waist and hand dipping beneath her clothing, pulling it just far enough to draw your mouth to her chest.
She could only stutter out words of frustration with your antics between moans of appraisal for your actions, letting you lavish your tongue over her tanned skin, and gasped as you delved beneath her waistline, drawing small circles with your fingertips that began slow, but picked up pace as she eased into contact.
Your lips admonished hers, hands never forsaking that familiar rhythm and it wasn’t long until you had her shuddering and writhing against you.
She was always so beautiful like this.
At this point you had decided to give up your game, the temptation to embrace her then and there too great to resist. The mere look on her face—flushed, gasping, and wanton, staring at you with adoration and lust at once—was enough to block out the world, and you wanted to give her every bit of pleasure, to shower affection over every part of her in words and touch.
She didn’t try to be irresistible. Her beauty was effortless, captivating in the rawest sense of implicated strength that you saw ripple through the taut skin that covered her abdomen, the way she flexed as her body moved underneath you. She was powerful, magnetic, and you were a slave to her every movement as she called out for you.
But this time, you sensed others coming nearby—though she didn’t, too caught up in the moment thanks to your intimate caress. Reluctantly you managed to straighten her clothing out, stifling her complaints with a last passionate kiss and slid out of sight just as others arrived.
The training dummies may or may not have had your face on them for the rest of the day.
You passed through back ways to slip into the house in wait for her, planning to apologize and make up for it in kind. That is, you had plans until a wire tripped through the door, triggering another, thicker rope that wound itself over your torso and pinned your arms—and legs—together. In the haze of your earlier excursion, you had no awareness of your surroundings until it was too late.
And really, who sets up traps in their own home?
You lost your balance and toppled over the floor, not even having time to struggle until a familiar, frustrated shadow loomed over you.
“Oh, Welcome home, darling.” You didn’t need to look at her to know that her voice accompanied a particularly dangerous grin.
Gentle kisses trailed along your neck as you half-heartedly pulled at the ropes, letting the softest whimper be pulled from your mouth as her hands wandered over your sides, down your thighs, nipping at the nape of your neck. It was overwhelming, feeling her relinquish all of her attention on you, and you tilted your head as far as it would let, begging for her kiss. She trailed her tenacious fingers along your cheek and acquiesced, allowing you to finally taste the residual sweetness that lingered in every open-mouthed exchange.
“I know I deserve every bit of what you do to me after today.”
“Oh, I know.”
Neji Hyuga – You’re Never Like This
You feared most upsetting Neji’s boundaries, and so you held back.
But when you last expected it your body acted in your place, running your hands along his shoulders when he sat reading, keeping your eyes closed a second longer when you broke away from a gentle kiss, or the ever-seldom tug at his shirt when faint passion ebbed its way into another mind-numbing entanglement of lips.
This particular time you were curled up against him both engrossed in your own books. When he shifted, he earned a look of curiosity. Neji pressed a reflexive kiss to your temple when you turned back. One shift, and those lips were lazily drawn over yours for a brief moment.
That was all it took.
Forget that just earlier that day you had awoken from a torturous nap where in your dreams he had kissed you in so many more ways than that.
He lingered for a moment, and that alone was enough to start a slow burn. You pulled at his collar and you felt him stiffen, but respond in kind.
It didn’t register just how much he was reciprocating until his arm was around you, taking every ounce of restraint to make sure you both didn’t topple over on the couch.
In the past, when he grew distant in your kiss you drew away, rationalizing it as one of his boundaries. Today you chased him, begging with your hands along the defined lines of his jaw, and to your surprise it garnered positive response—at first.
You felt his grip tightening on your hips, shifting you more into his lap as he pressed back.
He didn’t break away when your kiss deepened, either, though you knew it wouldn't be long. It almost seemed as though that kind of kiss wasn’t his preference--because it never lasted--though he had shyly admitted otherwise in the past.
Almost as suddenly as you felt a small victory in reigniting his warmth in your kiss, he broke away, faint color on his face and lips partially swollen, taking a deep breath.
As you had been examining him, he looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t read, pausing meaningfully before he spoke.
“What’s with you today?” Neji scanned your face for any indication that this behavior wasn’t as sudden as it seemed.
The directness of his question caught you off guard. As if you were about to go off, Neji kept his hold on your hand. His brows narrowed for a second when you leaned back from him, but relaxed when he recognized the telltale signs of nervousness.
Instead, now they lowered in concern.
Needing the space, you reluctantly let go of his warm hands. Rising up from the couch, Neji didn’t let you linger too far. He was at your side, gently caressing the strands of hair that fell past your ear until you were ready to face him again.
You shifted your weight from one side to the other, weighing your options for how to begin this conversation. It wasn’t one you both had delved into before in detail, the only withstanding agreement being the request that you take this slow.
“Do you ever…” Your words trailed off, and you were unable to finish your own sentence. You averted your eyes, almost ashamed you had sought an answer.
Your arms closed around you as you spoke. Defensive.
He could take a glance at you and knew your every thought as though it was written all over your skin. No sooner had you paused then he could have finished the sentence himself.
Neji took in every word you said, quirking his head slightly to the side as his intuition finished the rest of your sentence. He locked on your eyes with intent to see if you would continue further, which now refused to gaze at him again.
Clearing his throat, the slightest waver betrayed his otherwise impermeable façade of confidence.
“Do…you?”
“I…” You paused, now realizing how this could turn. Still, you were unwilling to lie to the person you loved. Even if you could, your face alone spoke on your behalf.
Your thoughts cautioned you, trying to guard you from possible rejection, from the uncomfortable conversation that could follow. He didn’t have to try; those entrancing, ivory eyes drew out from your heart that overwhelming truth.
One that now fell from your lips without abandon.
“…I do. All the time.”
He blinked at you in silence, his face frozen. Neji reflexively stilled when strong emotions passed through him, a result of years of training his self-control. Even now, it was difficult to read his thoughts.
Your face was burning at your admission, and you unconsciously took a step back. But then, catching your retreat, he firmly stepped forward, drawing one arm against the wall and leaning over you, searching your expression. His face was serene as an untouched pond.
But then you were caught by a shimmer of something that dwelled behind his eyes.
You had never seen a look like this before, you thought. It was a sight you couldn’t explore; one glance that harbored an unreadable intent. It was terrifying and beautiful at once.
He captured you with a look and coaxed you with his voice, breaking his silence.
“What of now?” His smooth baritone sent shivers down your spine and his eyes locked with yours, silver-white piercing through you. The soft breath from his lightly parted lips enticed you to reach for them with your own as if in a trance, but he held back for a moment, out of your reach.
“Answer me.” Neji’s voice lowered to a husky whisper and he tilted your head back, lips barely grazing over yours.
A weakness of yours, one he discovered in an early kiss in your relationship.
But why was he doing it now? You had thought you were to have a serious discussion.
“Right now, I…” Your voice was breathy and his presence was magnetic, drawing you further in but he kept you just far enough, rapturing you with his presence.
The blessing of gazing upon his composed face so close, to admire every part of it but yet be held just far enough away so that you could not embrace him was a beautiful torture, your punishment for your silence now rivaling that of Tantalus himself.
“Neji, I—"
He caught you before you could finish.
And then you saw it.
That glimmer was no more than the telltale faltering of his restraint, and now you were aware of his fingers gently grazing the smallest bit of exposed skin underneath your shirt.
He still needed an answer, one word of consent.
The lump caught in your throat as you swallowed, and you gripped onto his shirt, pulling him closer, trying to convey what words couldn’t, but he remained out of reach.
“Neji…”
He’s never like this. Your head began to swim with the realization that this was temptation. A prelude meant to convey that he wanted you, but for all his assurance about your soon-to-be answer, he didn’t proceed without that word of consent.
Such a gentleman.
“Saying it is just…”
Neji’s thumb drew over your lips, giving you pause.
At first you tried to speak but only managed a gasp, swaying on your feet as his other arm came around you to hold you steady, pulling you closer, holding you for balance. It was too much, the sudden permeating and intoxicating smell of his hair, of his skin, of the sensation of his towering presence, his breath mingling with yours, just out of reach…
Now.
“Neji, I want you so bad, please—”
Before you could protest, let alone capture air to finish, his mouth was on yours, rough, pressing almost hard enough to bruise. You heard—felt—a growl or a moan against you. You couldn’t tell which, but the thought of either made you shiver and your skin was aware of the heat that came from his body before your brain could register what was happening. You mustered a gasp as his body lurched forth, now flush against you as his hand caressed your face.
That smoldering passion you felt in every kiss, always faint, was now ablaze as his entwining lips burned at the touch, filling your body with warmth. Coupled with the still-gentle, painfully loving caress of your face, you didn’t stand a chance.
God, could he always kiss like this?
His lips devoured yours, teeth grazing you, nipping at your bottom lip, then pressed firmly against yours again, parting ever so slightly and coaxed you to do the same. You did. He never deepened the kiss on his own, but now you came together you lost what was left of your mind as sounds you didn’t know you were capable of escaped your throat.
“Please, ah…Neji—”
When he heard—felt—you moan, Neji’s chances of regaining control anytime were abolished. You were moaning for him, kissing him back with equal ferocity, and he could barely register what he was doing in the haze that clouded his mind with lust.
His hands both swept around your waist and you stumbled, toppling to the ground overtop of him, and just as quickly as you fell you were rolled over on your back. Your hands tangled in his hair, gripping near his scalp, bringing his lips back to yours, the seconds apart feeling like eternity.
The controlled roughness of your grip and the feeling of your nails gently working their way down his neck let a groan escape before he could resist.
Almost as sudden, he broke away from your embrace and feverishly trailed smaller kisses down your cheek, the curve of your jaw, teasing your neck with his warm breath before covering it completely, eliciting sounds from you that drove him wild with need.
There was no resemblance to the withheld man you knew now as he flicked his tongue over your skin, leaving gentle nips and marks in his wake, searching for every nerve that would reward him with more of the sweetest cries that poured from your lips.
“Ah…N-Ngh…You…Now.” You pled through the repeated assaults on your neck that barely let you speak until your words brought him back to your lips once more.
Your breath brought goosebumps across his skin and the begging that he drew from you sent his senses into overdrive. It didn’t matter that you were on the floor.
A faint thought passed through his mind that right now he would have taken you anywhere.
He hungrily sought you once more, letting your moans meld together. As his hands gripped your hips, Neji knew this was impulsive, but he also knew that he was never more sure about anything in his life.
‘He’s never been like this,’ you thought, as you felt every bit of need and desperation in his touch when he entwined his hands with yours. Your body shivered with every movement of his hips, his firm grasp gentle all the same.
During nights by yourself you questioned if he ever felt this way about you; if the withheld man you loved so harbored that same maddening desire. But now, as he pressed into you, face flushed, eyes snapped shut, slowly rocking against you as he failed to stifle another moan, you knew the answer.
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Satin Slippers - Part 3: Moderato
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High School!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Angst & Fluff!
Word count: 3502
The sun shone through your bedroom window, the light of day break waking you from your sleep. Today was the day of the Spring recital. You had awoken with knots in your stomach, but you weren’t sure if you were nervous for the show or due to the previous night with Peter.
The two of you hadn’t spoken since the evening where you almost kissed. You hadn’t attended school yesterday as you had a mandatory dance class and rehearsal during the day, leaving you unable to meet up with him for your usual morning bagel. He hadn’t responded to any of your texts, but you knew that the Avengers were particularly busy, as your dad, while back in the country, had been absent yet again.
You slip your toes into some fluffy slippers and walk into the kitchen to make some breakfast. The penthouse was quiet without the Avengers there to keep you company. Opting for some tea and oatmeal, you sit on the counter while you wait for the kettle to boil.
You pull out your phone and look at the last text you sent Peter.
8:47 am Y/N: Hey Pete? Can we talk?
9:32 am Y/N: I hope I didn’t freak you out last night, I’m sorry
1:23 pm Y/N: Can you give me a call when you have the chance?
3:54 pm Y/N: Stay safe xx ❤️
Had you scared him away? you thought quietly to yourself, grabbing your stomach to soothe the knots that were growing tighter with every passing minute.
You phone vibrated in your hand, a smile growing on your face as you hoped that it was a message from Peter.
To your dismay, it was Annabelle confirming that you would bring her an extra pair of tights. With a sigh, you reply quickly to your friend.
As you poured the hot water into your cup and bowl, being greeted by Pepper, who walked into the kitchen to join you.
“Good morning, superstar.” She smiles, kissing the top of your head.
“Good morning, Pepper.” You reply sweetly, sitting beside her at the kitchen table.
Pepper had always done her very best to treat you like one of her own children. She respected the fact that she wasn’t your mother and never tried to replace her, however, Pepper felt that you were her entire world. She had been a mother figure to you since you were four years old. She was truly the only mother you ever knew. When Pepper had started dating Tony, she knew that the two of you were a package deal and she never tried to change that.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” She says with a sympathetic look in her eye.
“Nothing.” You sigh, looking into your plain looking oatmeal. The berries you had hoped to dress it with had gone moldy in the fridge. Just another thing on your list to be disappointed about.
“I’ve known you long enough to sense when you’re off. What’s up?” Pepper presses, lifting your chin up so you could look her in the eye.
“I’m nervous…but not for the show. Peter hasn’t talked to me in two days and I think it’s all my fault.” You confess, a lump forming in your throat as fear washes over your body.
“Well, what happened? It’s not like Peter to just leave you hanging.” Pepper counters as she sits back into her chair.
“He was supposed to come over after my dance class, and he did. But I was a bumbling mess of tears because I am angry with dad. Peter was trying to console me and then we almost kissed, but dad interrupted us. Peter then rushed out of the tower and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. He won’t even reply to my texts.” You cry, a couple of tears falling onto your cheeks.
“Mmm, I see.” Pepper hums, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Think about how Peter is probably feeling. He’s been stuck on a plane and on a mission with your dad for the last 35 hours. The poor guy is probably sweating bullets and is definitely busy. I’m sure he will give you a call the moment they land.” She smiles, chuckling lightly. Pepper always knew the right thing to say.
“Now, the issue with your father. He’s a stubborn man, you know?” She laughs, “Part of him feels that he’s losing you, his little buddy. You’re interested in your own life now and Peter, and your dad feels left out. But because he’s stubborn, he won’t say anything and will just let you do your own thing while he focuses on work. Maybe you should try and talk to him tonight when we go for dinner?” Pepper suggests, grabbing your hand for reassurance.
“You’re right. I didn’t think of it that way.” You sigh, realizing that you should have tried to see things from your dad’s point of view.
“You aren’t supposed to, you’re young! You figure these things out over time.” She smiles while standing up. “I’d be happy to give you a ride to the studio, if you’d like?” Pepper adds as she wraps her house coat tighter to her body. “Maybe we could go for lunch beforehand?”
“I’d love that, Pep!” you chirp as you finish eating your breakfast.
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With your dance bag in tow, you and Pepper walk across the street from where you’ve parked and enter a cheery little café. It had the loveliest view of the harbor with the skyscrapers lining the horizon.
Pepper’s tall frame looked dashing in slick skinny jeans, riding boots and a black blazer, her red hair pulled back in to a sleek ponytail.
You on the other hand, had your messy locks slicked into a tight bun with baggy sweat pants, your dance jacket and uggs.
As the two of you got seated, you could see a large mass block out the suns view, and a rumble came from the ground beneath your feet. Trailing behind the darkness in the sky, flew Iron man. You could see Spider-Man swing from the buildings across the horizon.
With a sigh, Pepper looked at you and said, “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m sure they’ll be on time for tonight. All you should focus on is yourself.” She consoles with a smile.
Unfortunately, seeing your father and crush sweep through the city had become a common occurrence for both you and Pepper. If it had been something incredibly serious, the rest of the Avengers would have been called and Tony would have contacted the both of you. However, these missions often took a while and the chance of the two of them arriving on time, let alone at all, was incredibly slim.
You gave Pepper a look, as if to say that you knew your dad would once again miss another show.
“Well…You can count on me!” Pepper says overly enthusiastic tone, trying to cheer you up. A sigh escaping your lips as you looked down at your menu.
Meanwhile…
Peter and the rest of the Avengers had just landed after a quick trip to Washington. There had been some suspicious activity at the Pentagon that needed resolving from the team. As they landed, Peter had whipped out his phone out to message you. He had been so busy that he hadn’t had the chance to reply to you. As if fate was in his way, just as he was about to hit ‘send’, more trouble arose causing both Tony and Peter to jump into action.
The henchmen from the mission at the Pentagon had followed the Quinjet to New York, unfortunately, only Tony and Peter had been on board as the rest of the gang had stayed back in Washington to keep an eye on things.
“uhm, Mr. Stark?” Peter says hesitantly, webbing the bad guys that were trying to interrupt Tony, who was working on disabling what seemed to be the central line of the aircraft.
“What, kid?” He shouts back.
“It’s 6:30!”
“So? Can’t you see that we are a little busy?” Tony replies sharply, annoyed that Peter was interrupting his work.
Peter takes a punch to the face, shooting a web at his attacker. The web pins the henchman to the wall allowing Peter to go after the others.
“The show starts at 7!” Peter reminds, drop kicking one of the bad guys that was aiming a gun at Tony.
“What show!? Kid, you should be more focused on the task at hand rather than your How I Met Your Mother reruns-“
“No! Y/N’s show!” Peter interrupts hastily.
Tony had completely forgotten among the chaos over the past few days. He was grateful to be wearing a mask as it concealed his shame and embarrassment. The last thing he needed was to let you down.
“Then I guess we better get moving!” He shouts, kicking his suit into high gear.
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At the theater, you were pacing back and forth in the hallway that lead to backstage, the sound of your point shoes making an annoying tapping sound on the hardwood.
“Y/N, what’s wrong? You are never this nervous.” Annabelle asks in a concerned tone.
“It’s nothing.” You sigh, looking at the clock on the wall.
A familiar red head pops behind the stage door.
“Any news from them Pepper?” You plead, searching her face for an answer.
“Nothing yet. Don’t sweat it, kiddo. Just go out there and do your best, okay?” She smiles as she adjusts the tiara on the top of your head. “You look perfect. Now, let me have my proud mom moment and pose for a photo!” Pepper laughs as she pulls out her phone, snapping a photo of you on pointe and a silly one with Annabelle.
That small moment with Pepper was enough to calm your mind for the time being, until you reached the wings of the stage. You couldn’t get Peter out of your head. You were so worried about his well-being, and on top of that, the state of your friendship.
After what felt like eternity, the stage hands gave you the cue to set yourselves in the wings before taking your position on stage.
You could hear the crowd clapping as you nervously walk on stage to set your place. You look over at Annabelle who gives you a wink for good luck. You place your self in the center of the stage and hold your breath. It wasn’t until the curtains opened and that you had turned around, that you saw, not only Pepper, but your dad and Peter, in the front row, safe and sound.
With that, you breathed a deep sigh of relief, allowing yourself to fall in tempo to the music.
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A roar of applause filled the theater as you and your friends walk to the front of the stage for a bow. You could see faintly, a giant smile on Tony and Pepper’s faces. Peter looked completely astonished.
This ballet had been one of the most beautiful things Peter had even seen. He compared it to the first snow fall of the year, how magical and captivating it could be. Peter thought that you were simply radiant. He could tell where you were among the corps de ballet by your stage presence alone. He knew his girl.
Scrambling backstage in a line that resembled ducklings, you took in a deep breath, a large smile forming as you exhale.
“Way to go, Y/N!” Your ballet mistress says as she gives you a long congratulatory hug. “The Mazurka was beautiful and vibrant. Keep up the great work! You never know, we might give you something bigger for the Christmas recital.” She mentions with a coy smile as she walks away to congratulate another soloist.
You walk to the dressing room and plop down at your vanity, flicking on the lights that shone around your mirror. Annabelle sits beside you and gives you a giant smile.
As you take out your earrings, she taps your shoulder and leans close to you. In almost a whisper, she says “There’s a cute boy waiting for you at the stage door, I can only assume that it’s Peter?” Annabelle giggles, excited for her friend.
You felt your stomach drop. You knew that he was here, why did this come as such a surprise? Maybe you were stressing because you haven’t spoken, let alone seen, Peter in almost 3 days and now you had no idea as to what he was going to say.
Standing up and taking a shaky breath, you turn towards the hall that lead you to the stage door. As you were about to walk out of the dressing room, Annabelle shouts “Good luck!”.
You hesitantly push open the stage door, standing before you, with his back turned, was an incredibly nervous Peter Parker. In one hand he held a bouquet of flowers and the other running through his brown, wavy hair.
“Peter?” You say softly, stepping lightly down the couple of stairs that led into the lobby.
As Peter turned around, his jaw dropped. You look even more stunning in person! Peter thought to himself.
“Wow, you’re beautiful.” Peter sighs, his eyes staring gracefully into yours. “The whole performance was beautiful…wow.” He smiles, handing you the bouquet. “Th-these are for you.” Peter stutters. For some reason he was suddenly nervous, his hands shaking as he gives you the flowers.
“Thank you, Pete.” You smile, accepting the beautiful flowers. You took a light sniff at the vibrant, fragrant buds.
“I’m so sorry that I’ve been MIA.” Peter spits out, his big, brown eyes looking at you sincerely.
“Peter, it’s okay. You were more than a little busy.” You chuckle, walking closer to the boy, noticing a small bruise forming underneath his eye. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.” You say, leaning in closer to Peter.
“You know, I really wanted to kiss you the other night.” He smiles, holding the sides of your face in his hands.
“I know.” You say, biting your lower lip as you look up at him.
“Is it too late?” He asks, a concerned look in his eyes.
“It’s never too late.” You reply, a smile growing across your lips. You felt as if you had a million butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. Your cheeks grew hot as Peter leaned in and pressed his soft lips to yours in a much-anticipated kiss.
You lean into his kiss, deepening it as your wrap your free hand around his neck.
The sound of someone clearing their throat pulls the two of you away from your kiss. You peer over Peter’s shoulder and catch Pepper hitting your father with the programme from the recital. Peter turns around quickly to see Tony standing there.
“Uhm, Mr. Stark, I can explain-“ Peter stutters, anxiously running his hand through his hair. He was slightly embarrassed to be caught by your dad.
“There is no need, Peter.” Pepper smiles, interrupting whatever Tony was about to say. She walks over and gives you a big hug and a kiss on the head. “You were incredible, kiddo. Can I take a picture of you and Peter, with those beautiful flowers?” Pepper winks as she lines up the two of you and snaps a photo with her phone. “Tony, why don’t you step in with them.” Pepper asks, but it came out sounding more like a demand. He walks behind the two of you and places a hand on your shoulder. Once Pepper had finished taking photos, he turns you to face him.
“I’m so proud of you, kid.” He says with a tear in his eye.
“Thanks dad.” You smile, giving him a giant hug. Tony wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you in closer. “Your grandmother would have been so proud.” He whispers in your ear.
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The following morning, your dad woke up early to cook you breakfast. You woke up to the aroma of bacon filling the air. As you entered the kitchen, you saw your dad wearing Pepper’s pink, frilly apron as he flipped bacon in the pan.
“Morning dad.” You smile, sitting on one of the bar stools that was directly in front of the stove.
“Mornin’ kiddo. I thought the two of us could sit and chat over breakfast?” He says happily, a nervous gaze in his eye.
“I’d love that, dad.” You smile. The fact that your dad was attempting to make things better meant the world to you.
Once breakfast was ready, the two of you sat across from each other at the table, making silly faces at each other until one of you broke down laughing. Having broken the tension through that childhood game, Tony clears his throat and gazes at you with a serious look.
“I’m sorry that I have been absent, Y/N. I am so sorry. I know I’ve been an ass lately but it’s no excuse. I’m your dad and I should have been there for you. I felt like I was being replaced, but I had forgotten what it was like to be a teenager, captivated in my own life. Busy with school and friends, falling in love with not only people, but passions. I’m sorry. It’s a tough time and my dad bailed on me when I was your age, and I realized that the last thing I wanted was to become like my father. I let myself down, but even worse, I let you down.” He sighs, a lump forming in his throat.
You take his rough hand in yours, and smile.
“It’s okay, dad. I understand. I’m just happy that we are here, together, now. And that you came last night. That’s all I need.” You reply. You were just relieved to have your dad back.
“Well, since that’s cleared up…what’s the deal with Parker?” He asks sternly, a cool look in his eye.
“I have no clue.” You sigh, thinking about the kiss last night.
“What do you mean ‘I have no clue’!” Tony mocks in a high-pitched tone. “Clearly, you and spiderling are into each other.”
“Easy there, dad. I wouldn’t go that far-“
“Kid, the two of you were practically on top of each other last night. Invite the kid over and talk to him.” Tony laughs.
“You won’t be mad? Like, if we were to date?” You ask shyly, worried at what your father’s reaction might be.
“Why would I be mad? Peter is a great kid, who has excellent marks in school and a great heart. He’ll take care of you, he’s already proven that to me.” Tony smiles, squeezing your hand gently.
“But I thought because of mom-“
“Look, there is more to that story than you know. You are not your mother. Pepper, myself and your grandmother raised you to be better than that. I was in a bad place at that time…Peter is nothing like me. I’ll tell you the rest over a glass of rye when you’re of legal drinking age.” Tony laughs, “So? Are you going to call him, or do I have to do it for you?”
With a gulp, you pull out your phone and text Peter, asking him to come over around noon.
“There. I did it.” You sigh anxiously as you hit send. Within seconds, your phone buzzed with a reply from Peter.
Pete 💖: I’m in the area, could I swing over now?
Looking up at your dad, “Peter said he’s in the area and asked if he could swing by now? Would you mind?” You ask politely. “I just don’t want to step on your toes- “
“Baby girl, go for it. I guarantee you that he’s been hovering around the Tower all morning.” Tony smirks, having known this as a fact.
Peter was caught on the security cameras numerous times this morning, as he had been anxiously swinging around, wanting to come in and talk to you, but his nerves had gotten the best of him.
Peter wanted so desperately to tell you all his feelings. Aunt May had encouraged him to go over and talk to you, but he was so caught in his own head that receiving your text had given him the boost that he needed.
The elevator doors opened and revealed an incredibly nervous Peter Parker.
You had no idea how he could be so brave and outrageous when he wore the Spider suit but when it was just Peter, he became so shy and vulnerable.
“Mornin’ Parker!” Tony hollers, frightening the timid spider-boy.
“Good m-morning, Mr. Stark. Is Y/N home?” He asks politely.
You pop your head from around the table and smile.
“Mornin’ Pete!” You reply cheerily. “Wanna go for a walk?”
This gave you two the chance to be alone without your parents eavesdropping on the two of you.
With a relieved smile on his face, Peter agrees and follows you to the elevator.
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However Long it Takes pt ii
The city bustles with activity, more so than usual as the final preparations are made. Streamers bearing Montfort’s colours fly in the wind, weaving through the streets. There’s an air of excitement that I’ve never felt before. We didn’t have much holidays in Norta, not ones we were willing to celebrate. Religious ones had faded with time, though I knew a few who did observe them.
Tyton strolls beside me, seeming more at ease than I’d ever seen him. Why shouldn’t he be? This was his home, something he was familiar with. I however refuse to drop my guard. The wind stirs my hair, tickling my cheeks. I tuck it back furiously wishing I’d brought a hair tie. Tyton glances at me, vaguely amused. “Careful or you might rip it out next time.”
I huff and swat at a few stray strands. To my shock he reaches out and tucks them neatly in the messy bun I’d piled on my head. His finger trails along my cheek and I find myself reveling in his touch. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt in so long. His deep eyes bore into mine, though they were a different shade from the one I longed for. The image of Cal’s face has me pulling away sharply. His hand falls to his side before he stuffs it in his pocket. A persisting blush crawls up his neck and I find my own face heating.
“We’re here,” I manage to say, squinting at the sign that dangled off the side of the shop. It was a cute little thing, with a white lattice trim to compliment the pale pink. A bell chimes when I push open the door announcing our entry. A tall, willowy brown-skinned girl grins at us from behind the wooden counter. I smile back. “Hey, Priya. Is Gisa around?”
“She should be in the back getting the last few bits ready,” she tells us. Priya hops down gracefully and waves us over. Tyton and I share a look before following. She pushes aside a white curtain to reveal Gisa hunched over a suit
The simplicity captures my attention first. It was velvet in a deep shade of red, near purple. Gold metal cuffs the wrists but doesn’t touch the skin. The front is open with a revealing half top, almost like a bra in the same shade.
I clear my throat and Gisa looks us, sheepish. “Oh come on, your idea of style is any scrap of clothing that’s clean.” I shrug. That was fair.
The fabric was smooth, surprisingly so. I pinch it between my fingers, admiring it’s texture. “Priya did the metalwork,” Gisa explains when I examine the the cuffs. Priya blushes. “You did most of the work anyways,” she protests, trying to brush off the compliment though she was clearly pleased. They begin to jabber back and forth and Tyton nudges me. “You’ll look beautiful, as always,” he murmurs softly. I dip my chin to hide my rising blush. He laughs gently.
His fingers tip my chin and once again I find myself in his gaze. “I love it when you get all embarrassed, it’s cute,” he grins. I swat his arm. “You wish.”
“Mare, you have to try it on!” Gisa exclaims, gathering the suit in her arms. She thrusts it towards me and we all look at Tyton expectantly. “Oh, yeah um…”
“Shoo shoo!” Priya insistently repeats, making brushing motions with her hands. Tyton scrambles to do as she says and I laugh to myself. He was still working on opening up, and the vibrant personalities that belonged to Gisa and Priya threw him off.
They pull on the suit with my eyes closed, per Gisa’s request. The rustle of fabric is all I hear before two dreamy sighs. Someone presses something into my hand, the top I assume and I pull it on myself. I begin to open my eyes but Gisa squeaks. “Close them!” I shut them tightly once more, wincing at her screech. “Can I open them, please? I won’t look, promise.”
She hums, considering. “Nope.”
“Turn around please,” Priya directs. I do as she says. “Ok good, now you can open your eyes but don’t look down.”
I blink furiously as my eyes adjust to the light. Keeping my gaze straight ahead I follow Gisa out. Tyton’s propped himself up in a floral patterned chair and he gazes out the window. When I enter his head whips towards me and I watch as his eyes widen. He visibly swallows and it takes everything I have to not fidget. “Is it that bad?”
Gisa wheels a large framed mirror out and spins it to me. “Okay, look!”
I sigh and face the mirror. Gisa had obviously worked hard on this and I’d warned her that I wasn’t the best choice for finery. I wouldn’t be accounted for if she was disappointed but I trusted her judgement.
The waist pinched but the rest flowed out slightly to the ankles and cut itself off neatly, exposing a sliver of skin. The jacket fits snugly against my form and the cuffs gleam in the morning sunlight. The revealing top displays my brand with pride and Gisa adjusts it while I watch the girl in front of me. She looks vaguely otherworldly and not at all like me. Priya twists my hair into a simple knot and pins it with deft motions, leaving a few strands to fall freely.
“So... what do you think?” Gisa asks, nervously chewing on her lip.
“It’s beautiful Gee, your work always is,” I say in a daze. I’d never worn something quite like it but leave it up to Gisa to shoot for something unique. I turn to her and smile. She’d always had an eye for these things and a brilliant mind. It used to be the subject of my envy. Now it only made me feel pride.
“Good,” Gisa grins in relief. As if I could ever tell her I disliked her work.
“How about you, Tyton?” Priya asks. He looks startled at being addressed. Perhaps he expected we forgot about him sitting there. ”Surely you will attending as well?”
“Of course,” he replies. “Though I don’t need--”
“Nonsense,” Gisa waves him off, catching Priya’s meaning. They share a look and I can tell from the glint in her eye they won’t be letting him off so easily. I chuckle into my hand. Poor Tyton was really in for something. He catches my laugh and wilts, looking appropriately regretful at coming with me.
The girls heave him out of his seat and whisk him off. I can’t help but cackle and he shoots me a glare. Oh well. If I had to suffer, so did he.
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I press a few coins into Priya’s hand as discreetly as possible. She tries to refuse them but I halt her. “For what you’ve done. Getting Tyton to wear something suitable is no easy task,” I wink at her. She accepts them after a long moment with a bow of her head and an easy grin. “I find myself drawn to challenges.” Her gaze strays to Gisa as she speaks. I follow it to where my sister stands conversing with Tyton. He catches my eye and saunters over, oddly at ease.
I raise a brow at his change in attitude and he extends a hand in an absurdly dramatic manner. “Shall we?” I shake my head at his antics but put my hand in his anyway letting him pull me along through the door. We leave the shop like that and I don’t retract my grip and neither does he. This was harmless, I thought. We were both lonely, and it wasn’t like I’d invited him to bed. Somehow it still felt like betrayal, but oddly freeing. The thought makes me hold on tighter, all the way back.
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The servants fly in and out, more of in a rush than I’d ever seen them. Carmadon catches my questioning stare. “Holly’s coming to visit and Dane and I wanted her to feel as welcome as possible,” he explains.
“Oh,” I say. Clearly, I’d forgotten about her arrival but he doesn’t take offence. “I guess I got so wrapped up this morning,” I apologize.
“It’s quite alright,” he smiles. The plate of chocolate-covered strawberries we’d been eating lie abandoned now but I trust Farley to take care of it. As if hearing my thoughts, she enters the parlour with Clara nestled in her arms. The little girl squirms in her mother’s grip, babbling. She was a year old now and though she couldn’t form a proper sentence that didn’t stop her. Another figure enters with them. Blue marches in proudly despite her arms being painted in a mess of colours and her braid askew.
Carmadon sighs. “Do I even want to know?” He receives no reply and gathers his daughter in his arms. “Dadda, look!” She displays her painted limbs. “I’m actually blue!”
“Lavender Blue, what did I tell you about making a mess?” he says sternly. She hums in consideration. “That it wasn’t good?”
He flicks her nose. “What do you think your mother would say about this? And your father?”
Blue winces. “Please don’t tell mom and dad. Pretty please?”
Carmadon pretends to think. “You have to promise to not do this again and I’ll consider it.”
Blue nods furiously. “Promise.”
“She was painting again,” Farley huffs. She has a smudge of white that streaks across her cheek. Clara pokes at it.
“I wanted to make a present for mommy,” Blue responds, crossly. “She said I was getting better last time.”
“And I meant it,” a female voice trills. A woman enters with Davidson, both of them at ease. He looks more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. The woman wears a grin with eyes only for Blue. She shrieks in delight and hops over to her, jumping into her outstretched arms. The woman embraces her and I can only assume that this was Holly, her mother.
“My dear Lavender, what have you been up to?” Holly laughs, examining her daughter’s arms. “Dane?”
Davidson shifts uncomfortably. “I didn’t have anything to do with this.”
Holly laughs again, the sound strangely musical. Her kind eyes land on me and she smiles, holding out her free hand. “You must be Mare Barrow. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dane only ever says good things.” I smile back, clasping my hand in her own. To my surprise, they are soft, not hardened by battle. “It’s wonderful to have met you as well. Your daughter is quite-”
“A handful?” Holly suggests. I flush. “Somewhat.”
Clara has found her way onto the floor and crawls over to Blue. Holly bends over and sets her down. “Who do we have here?”
Farley steps forward looking torn between greeting Holly and scolding Clara for interrupting. She settles on the former. “This is my daughter, Clara.”
“What a beautiful name!” Holly exclaims. “Perfect for a lovely little girl,” she grins down at Clara. Farley smiles warmly though it’s tinged with sadness and I understand why. We share a quick glance. “Thank you. She was named after my mother.”
Holly catches the look. “Oh, I see,” she draws out. Her voice was faint. Carmadon clears his throat. “It’s good to see you, Holls.” I raise brow at the nickname. He envelopes her in a hug, dwarfing her easily. She was slight woman with delicate features and black skin with a warm red undertone.
I knew that Holly and Carmadon were good friends and they’d conceived Blue for him and his husband to raise. That was pretty much all I knew. However, the relationship between them was unlike anything I’d seen. Davidson had told me she was a singer, the kind that was born of talent not blood and travelled often.
Though she was a newblood, a nymph. Not a particularly powerful one though. She came to visit as frequently as she could so I was told. I think back to when we’d had our first night here and Carmadon had alluded to children between Newbloods and Silvers. I wonder what Cal would think if he were here. My heart flutters at the thought. Would he see what I saw? A chance, a future?
Carmadon sweeps an arm at Farley. “This is General Farley, an esteemed member of the Scarlet Guard’s Command.” Farley straightens. “She is a vital member in the relationship between Montfort and her own people”
“I commend you for your work, General. Thanks to you, my daughter won’t suffer the fate of war,” Holly says, inclining her head. Her eyes flash with something dark before it’s wiped away.
Farley swallows heavily “We do what we can to protect them,” she responds softly. Her gaze strays to Clara wobbling around while Blue holds her arms. Both mothers watch as their daughters giggle, oblivious to the complications of the world. I’d been that way once. Carefree with my siblings, confident in the knowledge that my parents were the shield against any horrible thing.
Davidson frowns. “Where’s Eli? And Nadine for that matter?”
Carmadon blinks for a moment. “I have no idea.”
Holly eyes him. “Seriously?”
Farley sighs. “They went out, relax.” Davidson is clearly upset by this but when he opens his mouth in protest Farley cuts him off. “They’re old enough to handle themselves.”
“I don’t mind putting myself in danger, but my children are a different story,” Davidson grinds out. “It’s not safe for them to go out alone.”
“Perhaps it’s for the best,” Carmadon reasons. He lays a hand on his husband’s shoulder and looks at me pleadingly. I pretend to not notice. There was no way I was getting into that.
“How so?” Davidson bites. His leg bounces with nerves. Holly takes his hand in her own. Her touch seemingly having a calming effect. “You know Eli and Nadine. They’re good kids and you’ve raised them well.” Davidson slumps into a seat, absorbing her words.
“If it helps...Nadine’s improved immensely in combat,” Farley shrugs. “If she continues training with me, she’ll be unstoppable.” I huff in amusement at her barely disguised self-praise.
Even Davidson cracks a smile. “I’m sure she will.”
Footsteps pound through the hall and we all rise to our feet. Lightning pulses beneath my skin, ready to be called upon. Eli and Nadine burst through, both panting and out of breath. She holds a creamy envelope in her hand. I know that this must be one of Davidson’s correspondences. The sparks recede back into my skin as I watch her hand the letter to Davidson.
They looked strangely alike in demeanor if nothing else. You could almost say they were related though she was not his daughter in the adopted or biological sense.
Davidson scans the letter, his expression infuriatingly blank. I catch sight of the Nortan seal on the front and my heart gallops in my chest. I already fear the worst but it’s not the kind I expect.
He clears his throat before reading the words aloud.
“The honourable General Calore and his uncle, Julian Jacos have accepted Montfort’s request to have them at our Independence Day celebration.”
I’m out of the room before he can continue. I run and run until I swear I can hear Maven’s mocking laughter dodging my every step. It’s almost childlike and full of glee. I whirl around to find him grinning by a pillar. I almost gasp but he’s gone before I can.
No, no, no. He only ever came in the night, this wasn’t real. Did this mean he would pop up at any time? The real Maven would delight in that immensely. I collapse and shove my head between my knees, rocking back and forth.
Still his laughter doesn’t fade.
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Rooftop Surprise ~ Bucky x Reader Oneshot
A/N: Hi my lovelies! Sorry I haven’t been posting as much since I wrapped up On Your Right. Life has been crazy. but the good news is, I have a lot of stuff planned and I hopefully I’ll be announcing something to make December extra special for all you fabulous readers. For now, enjoy this little bit of fluff that I have for you.
Summary: Pretty much what the title says. You return from a mission and Bucky has a surprise for you.
Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Reader, the rest of the team is mentioned
Rating: K+
Warnings: Fluff?
Word Count: 732
You woke up disoriented. The sun was low in the sky and you were tucked in under the covers. You were certain that you had face planted on top of your comforter that morning for a quick nap after you’d returned from your latest mission.
Stretching with a satisfied groan you found a note on the other pillow. You immediately recognized the messy script as Bucky’s.
Glad your home. Meet me on the roof after dinner.
“FRIDAY, when’s dinner?”
“Dinner will be served in approximately thirty minutes, Miss y/l/n.”
“Thank you.”
You leisurely brushed the knots out of your hair and changed into a flowy dress. When you were ready, you wandered down to the dining room, pleasantly surprised to see the whole team seated there.
As everyone caught up and the booze continued to flow, the dinner began to drag and you began to get antsy. As much as you loved your team, an evening with Bucky was infinitely more appealing. More than once, Natasha had to kick you under the table to stop your bouncing.
Finally, Aunt May called Peter telling him to get his butt home and clean his room. The group broke up naturally after that, each of you doing your part to clean up. As you dried the last of the dishes, you looked around for Bucky who had seemingly disappeared. Assuming he was already up on the roof, you hung the towel on the cabinet handle and practically skipped out of the kitchen.
You took the steps to the roof two at a time, only pausing to catch your breath for a moment before pushing open the door. Your jaw dropped at the sight in front of you.
“Hey there, doll.”
“Did you build this?” you asked running your hands admiringly over the white wood of the porch swing.
“I would like to impress you and say yes, but the truth is so much funnier,” he admitted, patting the seat next to him.
Carefully sitting down next to him, you kept your feet planted, pushing the two of you back and forth.
“So what’s the real story behind this swing?”
Based on the fact he was already chuckling to himself, you knew it had to be a good one.
“So Tony and Sam made a bet.”
“Oh god.” Those never turned out well.
“They wanted to see who could get Steve to say the worst swear words. And after two days of them doing stuff to annoy or startle him with no luck, they decided to make him put together Ikea furniture.”
“And?” you prompted when he didn’t continue.
“And he owes the swear jar two hundred bucks now.”
Both of you burst out laughing.
“Oh I so wish I had been here for that.”
“You would have loved it. He actually did really well, until he had to put together the frame.”
You glanced at the seamless joint above your head.
“Should I be concerned?”
Bucky shook his head with a soft smile.
“Nah, I’ve been up here the past three nights and it’s held up.”
Feeling reassured, you leaned back and looked up at the night sky.
“It is certainly a nice addition up here. Perfect for star gazing.”
“I thought you might like it. That’s why I picked it out.”
You glanced at him and smiled before turning your attention back to the stars. He shifted so he was mimicking your position, feet planted, head tilted back, elbows resting on the back of the seat.
“So any other fun stories that you managed to not share during our four hour dinner with the team?”
“Was it only four? It seemed so much longer,” he deadpanned. “But alas no, no stories. Not unless you want an extended complaint about how much more annoying Sam is when you’re not around. By the way he’s a lot more annoying when you’re not around.”
“I’m sure he says the same about you,” you chuckled.
“Probably,” he agreed.
You gravitated towards his warmth as the breeze whipped around you.
“Cold, doll?” He asked, breaking the silence between you.
“A little,” you admitted reluctantly.
“Well I have a soft blanket or a scruffy super soldier to keep you warm. Take your pick.”
His smile was sincere, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes – one you just couldn’t back down from.
“Why not both?” You challenged.
“Excellent choice.”
A/N: So there you go. Just some fluffy stargazing Bucky. Hope you enjoyed! And I hope you have a great week.
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Sk8er Girl CH2 (Trixya)- Squeaky Pink
Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a Flazéda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?
Or: She was a sk8er girl. She said see you later girl. She wasn’t good enough for her (or was she?).
[AN: Pink Shrooms aka Squeaky Pink. We’re writing this together but alternating chapters and POVs. Pinky is Trixie’s POV and Squeaky is Katya’s POV. We wanted to write the ending of this chapter based on the actual experience of a friend. The goal was to emulate life it its honest, messy way.]
PLAYING HOOKY
“You have to stop crashing at our place,” Alaska snaps as she throws open the curtains of the trailer. Katya groans and rubs her eyes. Ugh, she can still taste last night’s booze.
“But I thought you liked it when I warmed your couch? Doesn’t it get lonely without me?” Katya yawns as she grabs some cereal from the drawer. Sharon Needles greets her with the middle finger as she comes out of the bedroom in a leather studded jacket.
“Nah, bitch. ‘Lasky and I like to fuck without you a fart’s distance away, listening to our every creak.”
“I’ll close my ears next time.”
“Girl, you live right next to the skate park. So why are you constantly come crawling over to this dumpster?”
“The scenic view,” Katya says and gestures out the window to the pile of rubber tires. Willam zooms past them. Then the whirlwind of a girl kicks open the door, cracks open a can of beer from the fridge, and raises her eyebrows at the three of them.
“So we gonna skate or you blonde fucks too busy finger-popping each others’ assholes?”
“You’re blonde too,” Alaska points out.
“That’s bottle-blonde,” Willam burps. “AKA the dick sucking brand of blonde. Y’all be the lesbian variety.”
“I’m bisexual, bitch,” Katya says, flicking Willam on the forehead and stealing her drink. It’s too early to be drinking, especially on a Wednesday, but it’s not the worst decision she has made this week.
She sighs in relief as the LA sun warms her back, the wind whips her hair, and wheels happily hum against the concrete. Katya’s still a little sore from her fall a couple of days ago, but it’s nothing an early morning spin can’t soothe.
They practice new tricks. Willam finds a new trick and sneaks off into the bushes with him. Alaska tries to ride on Sharon’s back, but they end up collapsing on top of each other, laughing like idiots. Katya smiles up at the blue sky. In the distance, she sees the yellow school bus chugging by, and her easy smile falls away.
“Aw, shit, gotta get my ass to math class before princi-PAL Ru-PAL suspends me,” Willam says and snaps her fingers. “Again.”
“I’m just gonna stay here,” Katya mumbles as her friends grab their backpacks.
Alaska throws a friendly hand over her shoulder: “Can I assssk you a question?”
“Yeah?”
“How are you going to graduate if you don’t show up? I’m surprised that you, pardon the expression, have the balls to skip so much school with that Barbie doll as your lab partner.”
Katya rubs her fingers over the bandaid. She bites her lip as she remembers how gently Trixie had applied it. Sure, Trixie had come off as a bitch during class, but Katya also saw a softer side to her that afternoon. Fuck, then those stupid tampons and Katya had run away…
They’d made Katya anxious. Her? Anxious? Groundbreaking. She wasn’t ready to come out to Trixie as trans. Although she definitely liked Trixie, they just weren’t that close. Trixie was an out and proud lesbian…so maybe being a part of the LGBT community she’d be more understanding? Katya shook her head; she didn’t want to risk it. It’s none of Trixie’s business, anyway.
She sighs: Why bother, ‘Lasky? My brain’s full of small mice that run and run, but they’re going nowhere. You think my mouse-run brain’s gonna get me to college? Nah, fuck school knowledge. I should just take the GED exam so I can spend more time practicing my skating for competitions.“
Alaska squeezes her shoulder, but Willam gives the back of Katya’s helmet a firm smack.
“Now listen. Stop being stupid, stupid! Teachers want you to graduate, so they don’t gotta deal with yo ass. So just show up and show tits. Unless you have Michelle Visage, then wear a turtleneck. I’m saying this cause I love you, and I don’t want to see you sellin’ that ass on the side of road for a quarter when you’re worth a million bucks. Go to school. Get a diploma. Maybe get head from a hottie. And get the fuck over yourself.”
Katya laughs even as she shakes her head. God, why are her friends so amazing? Even though she’d rather spend the rest of the day here, perfecting her moves at the park, Katya goes with them to school.
Choices.
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BACK TO SCHOOL (AGAIN)
First period is gym, and Katya’s secretly glad to trade in her helmet for a badminton racket. Coach Santino gives her a nod and tosses her a birdie. Most students think he’s a creep ever since that rumor that he took Violet Chachki to Red Lobster and ate her out, but he seems ok. Well, at least he doesn’t have a dildo wedged up his ass like Ms. Del Rio.
Katya plays a game with Alaska. Their shots fail to go over the net, but they’re giggling anyways. Gym has always been her favorite period. Besides lunch and study hall.
RIIIIIIIIIIIING.
Katya slumps into the back of English class, and they’re reading -surprise!- Shakespeare. More like Shakesqueer, Katya mouths to Sharon Needles. They fist bump. It’s Romeo and Juliet, and everyone groans except for this one girl with grey hair, Max, who’s a little too excited to do assigned reading. Oh, wait, she’s a theater kid, so of course she diddles herself to The Bard.
“It’s the most romantic play of all time! I can feel every line in my bosom,” Max sighs.
Bosom? Suuuure. Katya zones out and looks up a Sparknotes summary on her phone. Romeo is super in love with this Rosaline girl one day and then Juliet the next day? Wow, true love. Katya’s seen this exact drama played out behind the skate park bushes at least twice a week featuring less death and more herpes.
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,” Max reads with a pathetic sigh. Katya wants to stab her eye with her pencil.
Katya is relieved when English class finishes. “If I have to listen to that British girl jerking off to Romeo’s monologues for the rest of this week…I don’t think I’m coming back,” Katya groans as they walk out back to the dumpster. She lights up Sharon’s cigarette and then her own.
“Love is bullshit,” Sharon agrees as Alaska arrives; she offers the younger girl a puff.
“You have a girlfriend though.”
“Nah, I gotta friend, who likes to fuck. Big difference. Romeo just wanted to stick it in, so he had to get married to do it to please the patriarchy. Worst thing that happened to us gays was when we started getting gay-married.”
“Are you sure?” Katya rolls her eyes. “Are you sure that’s the worst thing that’s happened to us gays in the last hundred years?”
“Ok, maybe not. But love is fake and marriage is an institution.”
Alaska snaps her fingers in agreement and gives Sharon Needles a peck on the cheek. Ugh, for two people who think love is fake, they look like they are going to elope and drive to Las Vegas any day now. They’re that one couple that everyone knows is a thing, but they pretend it’s not as serious as it is. Katya has a That’s-So-Raven moment where she sees their wedding invitations. Gross.
“I mean is capitalism’s corporate dick wedged deep inside our every sacred tradition, including marriage? Yes. Do I still think social equality for the LGBT community is important? Fuck yes.”
Katya and Sharon go back and forth. Katya wishes that school was like this- a real debate. She wishes that it wasn’t always regurgitating the teachers’ opinions for a grade. Then the bell rings and they head inside, but Katya stays to finish. As she deeply inhales the smoke, Katya rubs the Barbie Band-Aid once more. Why hasn’t she taken it off yet?
“Oh, good, look who decided to show up,” Ms. Del Rio deadpans.
“McDonald’s wasn’t hiring,” Katya jokes back as the entire class laughs. Laganja chirps ‘okuuurrr.’ Ms. Del Rio gives Katya a look like drop another test tube and you’ll wish they were hiring.
Katya forgot her lab manual, periodic table, and basically everything at home, so she just slinks down next to Trixie. She hates that her stomach twists up into a knot when the blonde smiles at her. Katya almost forgets how to smile back.
“I scared you off, huh? Sorry…I tend to have that kind effect on people,” Trixie softly whispers as Ms. Del Rio dims the lights.
Katya’s fingers brush against Trixie’s as they reach for their pencils. Katya may not believe in love, but she believes in the way her thighs clench with arousal at the touch. Electric. Trixie’s wearing a strapless dress, which is tight around her breasts, and Katya believes in the way her cock twitches at the sight.
Katya’s glad the lights are low enough to hide her heated face. What? She’s eighteen and horny, and Trixie Mattel is the world’s least likely girl to ever sleep with her. All things considered, Katya would do anything to bury her face between those thick thighs.
She tries to slow her breathing and concentrate on the video about potassium. Nothing like ions to try and take your mind off of your growing erection. Katya shouldn’t have worn denim shorts this tight, but it’s too late to do anything but squirm in her seat with regret and arousal.
Trixie leans in, breath curling against Katya’s ear: “Did the Band-Aid help?”
“Not without the expert care of my favorite Barbie nurse,” Katya says, trying for flirty, but she kind of stumbles at the end and lands closer to awkward. Curse Trixie and her breasts and bows and brains! If only Katya had that many B’s on her report card, her parents might actually want her to come home. Wow, now she’s horny and anxious? An all time low.
“What made you come back to chemistry?”
My asshole friends.
“You,” Katya promises with a wink.
Trixie snorts and rolls her eyes. She’s so frustratingly superior, and Katya should hate her for that. It kind of turns her on though. Katya likes when Trixie sasses her with a single look, and, wow, thoughts like that aren’t helping with the boner situation. It’s hard -pun intended- to think when Trixie’s around.
“Sorry about the tampons.”
Katya flinches. Ok, erection effectively killed.
“Don’t mention it. No, like, please, don’t mention it.”
“I thought it was weird that you ran, but I talked to my friends and…well, Max has a chronically shallow vagina, and she says that tampons won’t fit. So, I don’t know you or your medical history, and if I somehow triggered you, I’m sorry. Really sorry.”
Thinking about Max’s chronically shallow vagina has made Katya very un-hard. Wow, that’s the first time that Katya has ever been thankful someone un-aroused her. Chemistry class has taken a turn for the weird. Just how Katya likes it.
“It’s ok,” she promises. “I promise not to run away from you again, if you help me figure out how to pass this class. Da?”
“Wait…you know Russian?”
“I don’t just know it– I am Russian. I was brought here when I was six, so I don’t have an accent. Why?”
“Because I want to go to college in Russia!” Trixie whispers. “Please help me, and I’ll reach-around to help you.”
Ok, now that just sounds vaguely like a sex act. Courtney twists around at her lab table and gives them both a knowing look.
“Fuck, yeah!”
Wow, that was not her inside voice. That wasn’t even her outside voice. That’s her in-the-basement jerking off to porn voice, and now everyone in the room is staring.
Ms. Del Rio click-clacks over to them, and Katya wants to cower under the lab table. The woman hands them both a slip for lunch detention. Trixie gasps as she’s given the pink slip, holding it like it’s covered in poisonous chemicals.
“I see that I have a couple of clowns in my class this year, so let me repeat- all foolishness will earn you a detention slip. If you don’t want to behave, get packing.”
Katya doesn’t give a shit, but Trixie buries her face into her hands and doesn’t speak to her for the rest of the period. The lab is so simple even Katya manages to get it. Trixie’s face is blank, but Katya can see the hurt just under the surface. She wishes that she knew how to approach her or what to say. Once more, she’s reminded of what different worlds they come from.
“Hey, so do you still want to tutor-”
“You smell like cigarettes,” Trixie snaps and rushes out of the classroom, pink slip crumpled up in her hand.
Katya usually is the first to bolt after class, but she goes up to Ms. Del Rio instead: “I did everything! I cursed and came in late and- and please don’t punish Trixie for me being an idiot.”
“You were both talking. You both get detention. Next?”
“No! I wasn’t talking to Trixie I, uh, I was…talking to myself?” Katya stammers and it’s ridiculous even for her. “Please, don’t punish Trixie. She’s trying her best and school is so important to her-”
“Then she’ll go to lunch detention. I don’t believe in special treatment, Ms. Zamo. I’ll see you both in an hour,” Ms. Del Rio says, and her word is law. What is this? Prison?
Katya skips social studies to smoke behind the bleachers with Laganja. She rants about science class, omitting her erection, and questions why school is structured like the penal system. Laganja replies with her usual yes, mawma, preach, god.
Katya comes back, reeking even worse of smoke, and sits a lab table away from Trixie. She bought french fries and milk. Part of a balanced diet. Ms. Del Rio silently grades work at the front of the room, but then she leaves half way through to go to the bathroom.
“Pssstt,” Katya faux-whispers. “Sorry. Hey, are we even on the whole running away from each other thing?”
“Sure. It’s fine,” Trixie mutters, tearing her chicken nuggets in half and opening up her chem notes. That’s the least ‘fine’ fine Katya has ever heard. Fuuuuck, trust her to have a crush on the girl who’s in love with her school work. They’re in chemistry class, but this feels like a lesson in subtraction; Katya should just subtract her being from Trixie’s being. Maybe then Trixie wouldn’t look so miserable.
Katya sighs.
What bullshit did Shakespeare write? Love is smokey sighs? Accurate.
Katya wishes that she had asked Alaska and Sharon what to do. They were the most functional dysfunctional couple that she’d ever met. How did they manage it?
Remedial algebra passes in a blur of numbers. Tick tock. Katya wants to jump over the clock and punch Mr. Davis with a sock. That’s the gibberish that she texts Willam at least.
Suck his cock -W
U say that whenever anyone has a problem. Broken heart? Suck. Broken leg? Suck. Broken moral compass? Suck. -K
If it’s broken, sucking a cock will help. 10/10. User tested and reviewed. -W
How about if u…hurt someone’s feelings? -K
Hurt how? Fucked their mother kinda hurt? -W
Like if you accidentally got them into detention? And they don’t have a dick to potentially suck??? -K
Uhhhhhhhh, lick their clit -W
Metaphorically? -K
OK, MAX. -W
Hmm -W
Try ‘sorry’ -W
Tried that -K
Try it again but this time with your face in between her thighs ;) -W
Katya laughs and sends a gif of a burning hot dog because it feels right in this wiener driven context. She remembers when she came out as trans to her, and Willam was legit like ‘damn, you got the best of both worlds, Hannah Montana.’ Willam never failed to make her laugh.
She arrives at ninth period Intro to Psychology feeling like she’s lost ten years off her life. How has so much drama happened? On a Wednesday for fucks sake.
It’s started to lightly drizzle, and Katya jiggles her foot as she watches the rain streak down the window. Good thing she has a baseball bat, water bottle, and umbrella in her locker. It’s an ‘escape kit’ for a potential zombie apocalypse. Huh, guess Katya’s like Trixie in that way, always preparing for the worst.
“Write down five words that describe you and try to connect those different parts of your identities. Which one is most important to you? In this Unit of Psychology we’ll be exploring ourselves…”
Katya can think of a lot of words that describe her perfectly: skater, chronic under achiever, ADD, bisexual, trans, disappointment—
Disappointment. That’s the word that keeps repeating in her head as she doodles a tattoo design on the side of her paper. Her parents would never approve of a hammer and sickle tattoo, but Katya’s stopped living her life for them. She stopped the day she’d come out as trans ten years ago. Katya had already been wearing skirts around the house since she came to America, but, when she turned eight, Katya gave the middle finger to the world.
Now, she’s eighteen, and her middle finger is still firmly in the air. Her mother, Pat, understands, but her father doesn’t- he never did. He looks at her, silent, like she’s a mistake. Fuck. Katya excuses herself to go pee. She can’t think of words when her brain keeps racing around like a mouse from one thought crumb to the next. Katya stays in the bathroom stall longer than necessary, pressing her head into her hands.
By the time the bell rings, the rain is coming down hard. Katya can only see the yellow blur of buses and the distant green of trees. Alaska and Sharon are making out on top of her locker, and she pushes them off.
“Ay, this is the thanks we get for letting you stay in our humble abode?” Sharon grumbles.
“Please keep all hands and tongues inside your space while near my locker. This is a 'No Slobber Zone.’ Bitch needs to keep dry.”
“Mhm, that’s not what Willam’s been texting,” Alaska says and raises her eyebrow. “Says you want to make someone wet…with apology tears.”
“Willam’s a Willam.”
“And you’re showing all the signs of being in looove. Sighing? Lying? Laganja told Gia who told Alyssa who told me that you begged Ms. Del Rio not to give Trixie Mattel detention. What’s really going on with you and Barbie, huh?”
“Nothing,” Katya lies and flushes. Wow, it’s a good thing she’s a skater and not a poker player. Her red cheeks are a dead give away.
———
LOST KITTEN
The buses have left by the time Katya rolls outside, red umbrella above her. The pavement is slippery, so Katya forces herself to slow down. She can’t go to the skate park, and, after this morning, she can’t go back to the trailer park. Heart sinking, Katya directs herself home.
Just as she’s turning the corner, Katya sees the saddest sight. Trixie is walking without an umbrella. Her bow is soggy. Her Moschino backpack is practically dragging on the ground.
“Need umbrella? Da?” Katya says with a faux-Russian accent.
Trixie pushes a strand of wet hair from her forehead and smiles: “My knight on a shining skateboard.”
Katya jumps off and tucks her board under her arm. Trixie’s hand brushes hers as she reaches up to hold the umbrella. Katya can’t help it when her cheeks heat up. Her? Blushing? Unheard of.
They walk in silence for a bit, and Katya knows that the events of this morning are still weighing heavily between them. Katya wishes she knew how to break through all of Trixie’s many shields, but she’s…so confusing. Somehow, the more confused Trixie makes her, the less Katya can stay away.
Rain, rain, don’t go away, Katya thinks as Trixie’s hip bumps against hers. You just saved this horrid day.
Katya opens her mouth to say that and then closes it. Everything she wants to say sounds dumb compared to how brilliant Trixie is. Everything might mean nothing when Trixie doesn’t know she’s trans. Why can’t she just say that? Just be the usual middle-finger-to-the-world girl that she is at home and with her friends?
Instead, Katya clears her throat. Pathetic. They pass by the town stores, and she wrinkles her nose at the reek of wet dog. There are too many strays in this town.
“Wait. Did you hear that?”
“What?” Katya stops, but there’s nothing but the rush of cars, splashing through puddles, and the roar of motorcycles. In the distance, she can hear the rumble of thunder. Trixie heads towards the dark alleyway, and Katya follows her.
“Look,” Trixie whispers, breathless.
Katya hears the most pathetic ‘meow’ as she leans down to see a cardboard box. On the outside it says ‘Lucky’s Treats,’ but, inside, there’s the most unlucky looking kitten. It sadly mewls as Trixie carefully reaches down.
“A kitten,” Trixie sighs as she hugs it to her breast. The motherly act makes Katya’s heart twist.
Suddenly, Katya can see the girl who fell to her knees to help her at the skate park. Trixie’s eyes are soft and lips parted when she looks up at Katya. How can one girl hide so much beauty?
“My mom is allergic to cats,” Trixie confesses as she looks up at her with pleading eyes.
“Well, I live in the basement cause my parents are allergic to me, so…yeah, come one, let’s sneak this kitty cat in.”
Trixie’s eyes light up, and she gratefully presses a kiss to Katya’s cheek. It might just be a friendly gesture, but Katya’s toes curl in her wet Converse. God, the sight of Trixie with that little kitten snuggled into her big chest is the best thing she’s seen all day. They debate over names before finally settling on ‘Lucky’ because that’s what it said on the side of the box. Besides, the little scrap of fur is lucky to have found them.
“Shhh,” Katya presses a finger to her lips as she slips in through the back door. They’re tracking water everywhere, so it will be obvious. Still, Katya’s main priority is helping Trixie and Lucky.
They give him milk and watch as he happily laps it up. Trixie’s head is in her hands, face still unguarded, as she happily watches. Trixie tells her a story about how she used to sneak into the animal shelter in the town over on Sundays, spend the whole day there, and tell her mom she was at church. Katya laughs; she thinks that she could listen to Trixie all day.
“Your turn,” Trixie says and nudges her knee. They’re pressed up close on the couch now, with their science homework spread out on the table. Fuck, she likes Trixie so much. She needs to be honest with her so that if Trixie pushes her away, it’ll be sooner rather than later.
“When I was a little kid, I…came here from Russia. So I never felt like I fit in. Everyone saw some stranger, who didn’t speak how they spoke. Who didn’t look how they thought a- a “boy” should look.”
Trixie’s eyebrows shoot up and she covers her mouth. Then she laughs-
“Wait, you’re joking, right? You mean you were…a tomboy? Right?!”
“No, I…I’m transgender,” Katya says to her hands, afraid to look up at Trixie’s face.
Silence.
Lucky yawns and curls up on the carpet to sleep. The clock angrily ticks as Katya waits for Trixie to say something, anything. Oh god, everything had been going so great and then Katya had to fuck it up.
“That’s great,” Trixie says, face blank. “Great. Uh, I think I have to…my mom wants me to come home…”
“Right,” Katya says, blinking away tears.
Wow, this couldn’t have gone any worse.
“I’ll see you in class-”
“Wait, but- but how about we go over some of the Russian declensions? Or you show me the element symbols again-”
“See you in class,” Trixie repeats, gives her an awkward side hug, and then she’s gone. She leaves Katya shaken and alone. Katya feels like she’s been stripped naked, raw, and then left out in the rain. She curls up on the floor, cradling Lucky to her chest. Katya has already cried once today, and she hates that the tear count is this high.
Disappointment. That’s the word that keeps repeating in her head. Katya gets up, and, even though it’s too early to sleep, hides in bed. Katya buries her face into the pillow and screams. Louder. She can still see Trixie’s eyes, judging her.
Maybe it would have been better if Katya had gotten Laganja or Sasha fucking Belle for a lab partner. Then they could have just failed together. Katya wants to live in a world where she never met Trixie or opened up to her.
The kitten licks her hand, which is hanging over the edge of the bed.
Katya lifts Lucky up and cradles him to her chest.
“There are too many strays in this town,” Katya whispers. “You. Me. They left you in a box. They left me at the airport. I was six. How old are you, Lucky? They also told me I was ‘lucky’ to be taken in by such a nice, middle-class family. Why don’t I feel that way then? God, we’re both so alone, Lucky, so let’s…let’s be alone together? You and me. Just you and me against this world.”
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