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coffeeheartaddict2 · 2 years

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Happy Birthday

Book: Open Heart (book 1)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Rating: G

Category: fluff with pining on the side

Summary: It is Casey’s birthday in intern year.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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26th October 2018.

Casey was awoken by her alarm on her birthday. She was irritated as she was starting to get to the good point of her dream that she was having. She wanted to get in early for two reasons, one to check on Naveen and the other was to avoid mention of her birthday. She was not against it per se but she much preferred to celebrate Halloween which was in five days time. Her desire to have her birthday not celebrated however was ignored by Sienna. When she came out she had chocolate fudge cupcakes made.

“Happy Birthday!” She exclaimed.

“I appreciate, or I will appreciate the cupcakes later but you did not need to do this. I much prefer to celebrate Halloween.” Said Casey.

“I know that but I could not bear to do nothing.” Said Sienna.

Sienna went and got dressed. Since Sienna made heaps of cupcakes she figured she would not mind if she snuck a couple of extra to give to Naveen.

Sienna was surprised that Casey was coming in early. Casey said that she had a few patients she wanted to check on, even though it was only one. They went separate ways after going to the locker room. Casey made her way to the construction zone and to the room where herself and Ethan were secretly treating him. She was surprised not to see Ethan there already but Naveen was awake.

“Good morning Casey, you are in early”

“What is the saying, early bird gets the worm, but in this case, you get a cupcake” she says as she places a container with two cupcakes on the tray.

“And what did I do to deserve this?” Asked Naveen.

“It is my birthday today and I thought you would enjoy these. Sienna, one of my roommates made them.”

“Why aren’t you looking happier, birthdays are meant to be joyous.”

“I know but given Halloween is next week I have always preferred celebrating that.” Said Casey. There was one person who she would have made an exception for, the man who had played a starring role in her dreams more and more consistently in the last few weeks but she couldn’t, no matter how much she wanted to.

Meanwhile, in his penthouse apartment, Ethan was getting ready for the day. The guilt he felt was close to non existent now when he had impure thoughts about Casey but today he was conflicted. He knew today was her birthday and he so badly wanted to take her to dinner at the very least but he could not trust himself to keep it respectable and as much as the dreams were amazing he knew he could not and most certainly should not act upon them but he also felt that she needed to be celebrated and he had no idea what to do.

Ethan eventually made it to the hospital. The new rankings had been out for a day and he knew that there would be a barrage of why am I not higher questions as well as insinuations he was favouring not only Dr Emery but also Dr Valentine. He was happy to see her hard work was starting to pay off, she had cracked the top 10 this week. There was the Miami conference in five weeks and he hoped she would be top of the rankings by then so he could use that as the reason he was wanting to bring her.

After morning rounds he made his way to the construction zone to see Naveen. He looked in good spirits, which he was happy about. As he entered he noted that Naveen was happy and then he saw the cupcake.

“What are cupcakes for?” Said Ethan looking perplexed

“Casey came in very early and left me two cupcakes. Were you aware it was her birthday today?”

Ethan blushed slightly then cleared his throat.

“Yes I am aware but I got the impression that she did not celebrate her birthday.”

“Yes, she mentioned that, preferring Halloween but you should do something, given that she is doing all this extra work for you.” Said Naveen.

Images of his latest dreams involving Casey flashed into his head and he shook his head to try and stop the thoughts.

“I will take it under advisement.” And he promptly left. Despite his failing health, Naveen wondered just what feelings Ethan was having about Casey.

Against his better judgement he messaged Casey inviting her to have coffee with him that afternoon at Derry Roasters. He knew it was not what she deserved but it was better than nothing and he knew that at Derry’s there would be no chances of anything untoward happening.

Casey received the message. She presumed it was to meet and discuss Naveen so she agreed to meet him.

The time meet Ethan came and she made her way to Derry’s, Ethan was there so she made her way to the table. She could see that he had already ordered for her and she was surprised to see a slice of chocolate cake.

“Happy birthday Casey” he said as she sat down. “I know that I did not need to do this but your birthday deserves to be recognised and if I did nothing well, I would not hear the end of itnfrom Naveen.”

Casey chuckled, “sounds like Naveen, he seemed mortified that I prefer to celebrate Halloween.”

“Is there a reason for that?”

“A proximity thing, my birthday is today but Halloween is in five days and I just found Halloween more fun to enjoy, do you celebrate your birthday Ethan”

“No, I can’t even use it is near another holiday as an excuse, as it is January 20th, just never really did celebrate since I was a child.”

He did not want to burden her with his childhood, his mother all but abandoning him the summer before he turned 12. Their whatever this was not going to become did not need that drama.

Casey offered a small smile and they enjoyed their break. Upon leaving she gave him a hug, thanking him for the cake and coffee. Both held on a few seconds longer than needed. Ethan refrained from kissing her on the top of her head. They separated and headed back to the hospital.

Ethan made his way to his office. The end of the break indeed had been a close call and he was glad he did not ask her to dinner like he wanted too. Meanwhile Casey was frustrated. She had enjoyed working with Ethan trying to figure out what was happening with Naveen but she could not figure out if she was still imagining the spark of feelings from Dr Ramsey. She put the thought out of her head, even if she was not imagining things, it could not and would not happen. She did enjoy the cake, however so when she told Naveen before she left that Ethan did do something he was pleased and Naveen hoped that those two would realise the feelings that he could plainly see brewing between the both of them.

Authors note: this ended up more pining then fluff but this is what happens when you have a birthday set before Miami. In my world Casey knows she feels something but is not acting as she is not 100% sure yet if Ethan feels anything. At this stage Ethan is well aware of his feelings and he knows it is not just lust but he is still on the she is my intern, in competition to be on my team cycle, despite the regularity that he has to “handle” things himself. Naveen knows something is up and in just over five weeks his suspicions will be confirmed.

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nevenabadr · 3 years

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Sebastian Stan X Reader, Leather Love, Prologue

This is a prologue to Leather Love!

Note: English is not my first language.

Inspiration: this is inspired by:

· Bliss, a novel about a magical baker.

· A Dash of Magic, a novel about a magical family of bakers

Word count: 2003

Warnings: Romance, fluff, sweet words, and few explicit words

Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback. 🖤

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You and Sebastian met at the Met Ball, an annual fundraising gala for the benefit of the Metropolitan, and you were their choice for creating the patisserie masterpieces for the evening.

As for Sebastian, the gala was enjoyable till the moment he was running away from the press.

Also, you were running away from the pressure of catering for your foremost important event of the season.

At the calmest corner of the hotel. You sat calming yourself down speaking to yourself, "I am seven stars rated Baker. One of the best around the world."

Little did you know that someone was taking a few steps and heading to that same calming place.

You were so close when you noticed that man lighting a cigarette "want one?"

He smiled at you.

"You know, that could kill you." You frowned.

"Better than anxiety" he scrunched his nose.

Smocking was something you tried once or twice for fun but never thought of as a tool for calming your nerves.

"I am Y/N by the way."

"Sebastian" he extended a hand to shake yours

You did not rush to tell him you know him and his works. You are a fan, but you still respect that he is already anxious.

"Can I ask, what are you so anxious about?" You calmly asked.

"Too many cameras, I am used to them, but I needed a moment for myself too."

You smirked "A fellow introvert, are not you?"

"Maybe," he giggled and kept smocking, "I did not get your name?"

"Your/F&L/Name, please to meet you, Sebastian." You smiled softly and noticed stars in his eyes.

"Are not you the owner of Bliss, the antique-styled bakery café in New York?" His voice was jammed with excitement.

It surprised you to be personally recognised by a star. It is always the brand that gets the enthusiasm, not you.

"Yes, in the flesh," you shrugged.

He was excited as a child just found his favourite lost toy "I love your patisserie. I even treat myself from Bliss each Sunday."

You were excited that he likes what you serve. "Have you tried our coffee?"

He hesitated "I am a Starbucks guy, sorry."

You laugh "even I, a Starbucks girl, just don't tell my workers." You winked.

"Well, look, I should prepare my surprise for the evening."

The cigarette was almost finished, and the conversation was not over, so as you started walking away, he called you back "Y/A, can I ask you for a favour."

You turned, "anything, Sebastian,"

"Can I take a VIP tour? That special thing, for me, please." He asked with puppy eyes.

He seems to be still nervous about going into the crowd. He is in the sport because of his new PR company. Adding, his ex-girlfriend fame and breakup impact was hard, especially the buzz all over Tumblr. He could not be around the media at that moment.

"Alright, come along, but no cameras or sharing my secrets." You seriously ordered

Indeed, that VIP tour was in a crowded kitchen. Everyone is busy creating a piece of heaven.

"There you are," a young man ran to you. His face draws worrying emotions and anger.

"Frank, what's wrong?"

"It is 30 minutes to delivery."

Frank started walking by your side, describing something that was going wrong and you pointed "we have time"

It surprised Sebastian that Frank did not even notice him. There in the kitchen, you were the star to be followed and the boss to be obeyed.

"Sebastian, I need you to put on gloves and follow my lead"

It surprised him to take orders now

"Frank, you go being the rest of the cupcakes, I am preparing the icing myself."

As Frank left, you give Sebastian an explanation "my staff got something wrong, I have 30 minutes to icing 500 cupcakes."

"This is better than expected. I would love to help." His soothing voice calmed down your anxiety.

He took off his jacket. He looked stunning in everything, as you thought to yourself.

He was laughing and motivating everyone around him "coming people there is a Gala to conquer."

You were icing the side of the cupcake by side, forgetting how exhausting it was to do all of this work in a short time, yet the joy on his face made this worthwhile.

"I don't remember having this much fun in my life," he was icing a chocolate cupcake

"Are you sure this is your first time?" You said playfully

"I don't even know how to cook," he shrugged, "maybe, you can teach me."

The icing went well, but both of you stayed talking and he ignored the time

"Oh, look at the time, I have a to attend that dinner."

He was fixing his clothes and hair, running too fast out of the kitchen. "Thank you Y/A."

You wish for him to stay longer, as he made this chore easier for you, at least mentally.

As he was rushing out "can I book you for a private lesson? A date maybe?"

"I thought you would never ask." Giving him your private card and going back to your staff.

The next morning, he woke up thinking of how alive he felt around Y/A. He juggled her card between his fingers, thinking whether or not to call her. He settled on calling her after mid-day or at lunch.

He took a shower and got prepared for his morning run. It is never too late for one.

He took his usual route of running passing by the Bliss, something made him stop and look for her. Maybe you were tired from all her work, but it is Sunday and he deserves his weekly treat.

Behind the counter there you were, beautiful as he remembers her from the night before.

"May, I have a cupcake please,"

You were busy talking and giving instructions to one of her staff members, yet a familiar voice turned her head "Why not trying the Bakery choice of the day?"

"If the baker herself agrees, then I am sold." He flirted.

"On the house, sir,"

You served him English cake with coffee at his table.

He stood up when you approached "oh God! You brought it yourself!" he tried to give her a hand and serve himself at the table.

"Anything for my favourite guest." You smiled as did not sit.

He was puzzled and clueless "Y/A, wait."

"Anything else?" You smirked at him.

"Will you go out with me tonight, please?" He used the charm of his puppy eyes again.

"I would love to." You glowed.

Later that day, he texted

Sebastian: You did not take my number! 🧁

Y/A: Sebastian, hey, thank you! 🙏🏻

Sebastian: tonight, when and where?

Y/A: Sushi, maybe???

Sebastian: I was thinking of an Italian fancy restaurant, gotta impress the girl. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Y/A: Not this one lolz. Just anything you like. Surprise me.

Sebastian: Fancy, it will be!

Y/A: next time, I am choosing.

Sebastian: there will be next time, huh? 😉

Y/A: haha, I've got to go. Sunday means work.

Sebastian: see ya tonight.

At your house, you are confused about what to wear.

"It is a fancy date with a handsome man that happens to be a star" you were worried, every ex you had was not even close to Sebastian's sweetness. You know that there is always a catch. This time, it might be you and your busy schedule.

You texted him your address. He arrived before his time with ten minutes holding flowers at your door.

He was dressed in a slim fit navy suit without a tie.

"You look beautiful," he complimented your little black dress and heels.

The dinner went well. Both if shared stories from your past, trying to make a career, and how hard the world is becoming.

"Baking is great but applying for investment is hellish," you discussed the situation with coming at the top.

"Your food should be decorated with prizes. I believe you won many."

He teased, as he knew that you were part of a reality show for bakers.

"It was a phase, now this is the real world." You exhaled gloomily.

Your phone ringing cut off your conversation. You excused him for taking this call.

You left the table, yet, arriving with a miserable 10 minutes later.

"Is everything okay?" He nervously asked.

You looked down at your food "I am sorry, Sebastian, I have to go"

You were anxious and irritated

"What's wrong?" He tried to soothe you.

"My angel investor is having a party. He needs me to prepare the cakes and cookies by myself." You were about to cry.

"Okay, you are pressures." He smirked playfully, trying to change your mood.

"He needs them tomorrow by noon." You asserted upon the last word.

"See, I was going to ask you to teach me, so why not today,"

He called for the check.

Sebastian drove you back to your bakery. It was almost empty by that time. Just two workers and you took Sebastian to the kitchen.

You prepared the ingredients on the counters. Sebastian asked if he can help with getting the blenders and mixing bowls. You pointed at a higher shelf opposite to you.

"Thank you, Sebastian," you were about to leave his car.

"Not yet, doll, we have cookies to prepare," he said as the cute dork he is.

You were guiding him to which thing is to add to the blender first and he was a curious student.

"Exactly, why are you hand blending that?" Pointing at the chocolate mixture in front of you.

"Because we make these with a dash of magic and bliss," you spook magically and seriously.

He paused for a moment "and I am not magic"

You raised an eyebrow, "you are my apprentice, yet, hand blend the cookies."

You came by his side, your chest at his back, and guided his arm to hand to blend the cookies.

He was blazing with fire and excitement. Ultimately, he felt at peace.

“An excellent exercise to those guns.” He teased you.

"Not as a baker's," you guided his free hand to something, "now take a pinch of magic... chocolate chips and add them."

Both of you rounded up and finished everything was in the oven. You sat on the floor drinking wine and chatting further, till the alarm of the oven called it done.

"My cookies" Sebastian pulled them out of the over, "taste what the master baked."

"Apprentice," you asserted as you pulled your cakes out of the other oven.

You let everything rest. It was almost the morning.

"They will come I pick them at 9 am, no time for home." You yawned

"Can I drive you?" He yawned too, and his eyes were sleepy.

"Cookie, you looked exhausted." It was the first time to call him so, he was surprised and delighted.

"I have a coach in my office."

Both of you laid tired and exhausted from the long day. Spontaneously he put a kiss on your forehead, you whispered at his lips "I have a better one" you took his lips on your own and shared the sweetest romantic first kiss.

"Sweet dreams, apprentice Cookie." You laid to sleep in his arms.

"Sweet dreams Y/A." He smiled against your lips and laid a kiss goodnight on them.

Yet, Sebastian had to make the last thing before he sleeps.

Guys, I made cookies

That was his message to the group chat with his best friends.

Chris: cookies, is that's a new term for sex?

Anthony: WTH @Cheis. If Sebastian mentions cookies, then he really made cookies.

Sebastian: I baked cookies

Christ: good for you, pal.

Anthony: you are waking me up at 6 in the morning for cookies.

Sebastian: and a kiss.

Anthony: my man, you should have gone for the pussy 💪🏻

Chris: language!

Sebastian: Good night oldie issues and smarty pants. 🤣🤣🤣

Sebastian looked at your peaceful face, laid another kiss on your forehead, then departed into a deep sleep.

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jamie-leah · 3 years

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War of Wolves (16)

Season 1

Episode 16 - Finding Nemo Normal

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You have been on the streets for the past two years, ever since your accident that left you with the ability to tell if someone is lying. You work as an informant for the white wolf and his mob but you had never met him…until you overhear a phone call that leads you to saving his life. Now he wants you to work for him. Its an offer you couldn’t refuse…right?

Word Count: 2974

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, Sex, and fluff

A/N: I am terrible at updates and I should stop pretending to have a schedule. Just pray I keep up once a week. Hope you enjoy Lovelies :)

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The next day Bucky didn’t want to leave you. He was in overprotective mode since the Isaac thing yesterday and you weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t like it. But you also knew he had things to do.

So, after having breakfast in bed with him and getting halfway through a film you sit up from his chest, “I know you can’t afford to take a day off Buck”.

He ignores you. But you carry on, “I love the fact that you’re so willing to sacrifice a busy day for me, but honestly Bucky, I’m feeling better since yesterday”.

He looks at you then, processing your words and studying your face. He starts to shake his head, so you turn the TV off. He looks at you mock offended which makes you smile.

You kiss your way up his chest until you reach his lips briefly, “I know you have work to do and I know your phone hasn’t stopped blowing up since breakfast. Go and do whatever you have to. I was thinking of training a little and maybe even baking…”.

He gives you a cheeky smile, “hmm, well, I’ll go if you do me two favours”.

You nod, “anything”.

He smiles, “make me some of those cupcakes and let me take you out to dinner tonight”.

You feel a massive smile spread across your face, “you have yourself a deal”.

The day went by quickly. You baked cupcakes to share with most of the house. That took most of the day and then you started getting ready for dinner with Bucky. Bucky said that he was going to take you somewhere fancy.

You were nervous since you hadn’t gone to a restaurant in years and even then, you never went anywhere too fancy. But you were more excited than anything because no matter what, you were with Bucky.

You were glad that you bought more dresses after realising that you might need to go to gatherings more often. You settled on a dark green dress, so dark that it looked black until it came to the light.

You put your hair up and put light make-up on. You put your shoes on and made your way down the stairs. As you get to the end you can hear Bucky’s office door open and a few seconds later he appears, as handsome as ever.

He holds his arm out, “our chariot awaits milady”.

You take his arm with a small laugh, “you’re such a dork”.

He smiles down at you, “and you’re a beautiful woman with a beautiful laugh”.

You blush as you look away and you can feel him chuckle softly. He guides you out the house and towards the car. He opens the passenger side for you and closes it after you. He then proceeds to open the driver’s side and hop in.

As he starts driving you look over to him, “so, how was your day? How did it go?”.

He shakes his head, “nope. No work talk tonight. It’s just you and me and normal conversation”.

You tilt your head with a smile, “I’m not sure if you noticed Buck, but we’re anything but normal”.

He glances at you with a wicked grin and wide eyes, “I know, isn’t it great?”.

He laughs as he looks back at the road and you join him in his good spirit, “actually yes, for the first time in my life its great not to be normal”.

He places his hand on your thigh and squeezes it gently. The car ride is easy, comfortable and conversation is normal. You talk about Steve’s twins and their birthday coming up. You talk about Peggy and what she’s going to name the baby.

After a conversation about present ideas, Bucky announces that you’ll be arriving at the restaurant soon. You smile as you lean back in the car and close your eyes for a few minutes.

That’s when you hear Bucky clear his throat like he does when he’s going all serious, “can I ask you something?”.

You open your eyes with a frown and a look of concern, “you can ask me anything, although your tone makes me nervous”. You laugh anxiously.

He shakes his head like there’s nothing to worry about, “it’s just, with our conversation about Peggy and the kids, it just got me thinking. I wanted to know what your take on kids was?”.

You frown not quite understanding what he meant. He glances at you and clarifies, “in terms of whether you want them or not?”.

You swallow and think about it for a second, “do you want kids?”.

He shakes his head with a small smirk, “I asked you first”.

You laugh and think again before answering, “its funny because when I was homeless I gave up on the idea of having any type of normal life, kids included…but the more time I spend with you and the more time I spend with the twins the more I thought about it. So, to answer your question, yes, I would want kids, but I don’t feel ready to have them yet”.

You watch his reaction closely. It takes a few seconds, but you slowly start to see him smile. You lean to get a better look at his face and say, “what? Why are you smiling?”.

He doesn’t look at you, his eyes fixed on the road, “we’re at the restaurant”.

You feel the car slowing down, but you don’t let it go, “no, that’s not why you’re smiling. What is it Buck?”.

His smile grows slightly bigger as you keep pressing him. He parks the car and you ask again. When he switches the engine off, his body half turns to face you, “I’m just glad that we’re on the same page”.

You look at him surprised, “I’m not gonna lie, I’m surprised that you want kids considering your profession”.

He nods, “the original plan was to not have kids for that very reason. They’re a weakness and something else to be used against you. The original plan didn’t involve falling in love either. Then you came barging into my life demanding to see me and you saved my life. I tried to stay away from you, I tried not to feel anything, but you’re a stubborn woman”. You both chuckle until he gets serious again, “when we first started our relationship I said to myself that I wouldn’t have kids with you either. That that was the one plan I would stick to, but the moment I saw you with Sarah and Joseph I knew it was something I wanted, only with you. But I also agree that I’m not ready for kids just yet”.

You nod as you look down at your hands blushing at his words for the second time already that evening. He lightens the mood with, “I’m not quite ready to share you just yet Doll”.

You giggle as you look back up at him. You can see him relishing in being able to make you laugh as he smiles, crinkles forming around his eyes.

After your little moment in the car, Bucky hops out and comes around to help you out the car. He offers his arm again and you take it.

You could tell it was an expensive place just by being in the foyer, but when your waiter took you into the dining area you glance at Bucky in question of just how expensive.

It was a cool looking room but with warm lighting. White and silver seemed to be the theme with hints of blue. There were round tables and square tables. The place seemed full and waiters and waitresses were rushing around.

However, the most noticeable feature of the room was the floor to ceiling side of a wall. It was glass that was filled with water and amazing aquatic life. It was beautiful.

Your awe only grew as the waiter gave you a square table right next to the glass. Bucky pulled your chair out and pushed it in before sitting down himself.

You were on either side of a corner of the table and you heard him tell the waiter what drinks you wanted, but you couldn’t focus on specifically what he ordered as you stared at the fish.

You started to reach your hand out to touch the glass, but then stop yourself. You look back at Bucky, “I probably shouldn’t touch the glass, should I?”.

Bucky frowns, “why not?”.

You look at him like its obvious, “well, for starters no one else is doing it so I would look even more like I don’t belong. Plus, I bet its all expensive and I wouldn’t want to leave a mark or have anyone be mad or I don’t know”.

He smiles, “you’re cute when you ramble”.

You give him a serious look, but you couldn’t stop your smile, “I’m being serious Buck”.

He holds his hand up in surrender, “okay. Well, the way I see it, fuck what everyone else thinks and our house costs more than this place so I think we’ll be fine if you break something”. He notices that you still don’t look convinced, “what is it?”.

You look back at the fish and shrug, “that’s your money though Buck. I would feel awful if I broke something and you had to pay-“.

He cuts you off firmly, but gently, “Y/N, listen to me, what’s mine is yours, always. Everything that I have is also yours. You need to stop thinking of things as just mine. The money that’s there is ours. The house is our home. The people that are there are our family, okay?”.

You nod with a smile as he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles. He lets your hand go, “now go play with the fish”.

You shake your head, “you say that like I’m five”.

“well, if the shoe fits…”, Bucky shrugs and then smirks at you. You slap his arm discretely and he chuckles, “okay, okay. I’m sorry, I guess you’re more like ten”.

You kick him under the table and he laughs so hard that the table not far from you starts to give you looks, “that table is looking at us”.

Bucky keeps laughing as he rubs his shin, “I don’t give a fuck”.

Bucky soon calms down when the waiter comes with drinks and menus. When you open the menu you nearly have a heart attack. You look up at Bucky about to say something when he holds up his hand and talks to you, his eyes never leaving his menu, “I’m starting to get offended that you think I can’t afford things Doll”.

You shake your head, “its not that I don’t think you can afford them-“.

He cuts you off, “okay, great, so don’t worry about it Doll. Order whatever you want and just enjoy it”. He looks at you then seriously. You stare at him for a few seconds before nodding and looking back down at the menu.

Once you place your orders, you and Bucky don’t stop talking. You’re true to his word as the conversations are normal and you find that you’re both laughing more than you ever had in your lives.

The evening went by so quick you didn’t notice time had slipped through your fingers until you were sharing dessert with Bucky. That was when you remembered what Ray had told you in the shop the other day.

You look over to Bucky, “you know I don’t know much about your past”.

He looks up at you from his spoon, “I don’t really know much about yours either”.

You smile, “you know more about mine than I do about yours. I’m sorry, I don’t want to force you to talk about it or anything its just I remember Ray telling me that you used to be homeless and it made me realise that I don’t know much about your past”.

Bucky puts the spoon down and takes a sip of water, “you don’t have to apologise for asking, I knew you would eventually, just like I want to know things about you. I won’t tell you it all, but long story short is that me and Steve went into the military together. One day I lost my arm in active duty and got shipped home. Steve still had to serve as I recovered and once I did they sent me on my way. I couldn’t adjust to life as a citizen and as a disabled person, so I ended up on the streets”.

You felt terrible for even asking about it now, “I’m sorry Buck, I didn’t mean-“.

He grabs your hand, “don’t. It’s okay, you didn’t know and besides, it turned out alright didn’t it?”. He gives you a pointed look and you lean over to kiss his cheek.

You both go back to dessert and lighter topics. As you finish the dessert Bucky looks at you and laughs. You scowl at him and he laughs harder until he licks his thumb and rubs at a stain in the corner of your mouth.

You keep your eyes on him as you turn your head slightly and catch his thumb in your mouth. You lick the pad with your tongue before giving a little suck. You watch his eyes darken when you release his thumb and you thought he might start something there and then until the waiter came over.

Before the waiter could even say anything, Bucky’s voice came out gruff, “just bring us the bill please”, his eyes never leaving yours.

The waiter rushes off as you continue staring at each other. You give him a smirk as you let your foot wander up his leg. You couldn’t do much more as the waiter comes back with the bill.

Bucky doesn’t let you see the total as he pulls out a wad of cash from inside his suit, also handing the waiter a very generous tip. Bucky just about acknowledges the waiters thank you before he was getting up and leading you out of the restaurant.

You’re both giggling when you exit and make your way to the car. Bucky gives you a playful slap on your ass and you run in front of him so that he doesn’t do it again. When you get to the car Bucky twists you.

He pushes your back up against the car as he kisses you deeply. As your tongues entwine you forget the cold night, his kiss starting a fire in your stomach and between your legs.

You push him back before your knees become too weak and you open the rear door of the car. You push Bucky inside so that he’s sitting in the back normally. You give a quick glance around before hiking your dress up your thighs and climbing in on top of him.

As soon as you straddle him and close the door his lips are on you again, travelling from your neck and up to your lips. You take a moment to thank the tinted windows as you moan into Bucky’s mouth.

You grind down over Bucky’s already hard cock and his growl fills the car. He stops you after a few minutes, “stop teasing, I need to be inside you”. His words flip your stomach and pools at your pussy as you lift up slightly in order for Bucky to undo his trousers.

When he unleashes his cock, it springs to attention and you waste no time in pulling your panties to one side and sliding down. You moan together, never taking your eyes off each other. You roll your hips slow and hard.

Bucky manages to get your breasts free and he rolls one nipple between his metal fingers and takes the other between his lips. Your hands tangle in his hair as he sucks the nipple hard. He bites down gently and you both moan loudly as a bolt of pleasure causes your pussy to squeeze his cock.

He kisses his way up from your breasts to your neck. He sucks softly before murmuring, “you’re so fucking beautiful Baby-Doll”. His metal hand slips between the two of your and you gasp when you feel his finger connect with your clit.

He circles it as you roll your hips and you feel the pleasure start to build as you whisper, “James…I need more, give me more James”.

He growls against your skin, more animal than human, as he applies more pressure to your clit. You lose rhythm as he brings you closer and closer to the edge of release. But before you can fall over the edge he stops with a smirk.

You’re panting now, your legs starting to shake with the pleasure. Bucky takes charge now, lifting you up, your pussy barely on his cock as he starts to thrust up into you.

He starts slow and increases until he’s thrusting up hard and fast. Moans and groans fall from your lips like drool as they mix with his own. You feel yourself on the edge again and as a result you squeeze Bucky’s cock harder. Its not long before you feel Bucky start to spurt hot cum into you, a violent thrust accompanied with each spurt.

The feeling of him cumming in you tipped you over the edge of pleasure as you throw your head back. You lean into Bucky as you come down from your high. You rest your head on his shoulder as you both catch your breath. Bucky nuzzles your neck and places kisses over the hickey he gave you as he says, “I should take you out to dinner more often”. You laugh together in the backseat of the car. A perfect end to a perfect night.

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 13

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TWs/Summary: In this house, we ship Reader/Tony's Rolls-Royce. Reader and Tony being dorks on a date. That's it that's the chapter. Lots of sass and Tony being Tony.

A question for my readers: Are you still invested? How's the slow burn? Is everything realistic? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

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"Nice digs, Cupcake."

"Nice ride, Tin Man."

The sass fell from my lips, warm and familiar, paving the way for our upcoming debut like the old, soft living room rug. Any awkwardness I had expected there to be left the moment I saw Tony pull up to my front gate in his Royce: the man was just that extra. The size of my estate, the five-figure outfit of mine - it paled in comparison to his own clout.

In a world where my choices were usually distributed between stuck-up rich boys or insecure middle-class men, Tony was a fresh drink of water with his absolute indifference towards my and his own net worth.

I wasn't afraid to admire said ride, either. Being a huge petrolhead was what got me interested in engineering, physics and computer sciences in the first place. The desire for speed grew into thirst for knowledge: how to get more horsepower, how to tune, how to mod. No mechanic took an eighteen year old rich-girl seriously even when I had all the lingo right, I had to be a step ahead, at all times, if I wanted my ride to be the best. And I never settled for less than that.

"No driver?" I inquired for the reason behind the unusual behaviour. After all, a Rolls' wasn't the kind of car you drive personally. All the amenities it had, it had in the back.

"Gave Happy a day off," Tony remarked absently. I noticed the small quirk of his eyebrow, however. He was intrigued.

I decided to give it a shot. "So what, this thing packs, what, about five-fifty horses?" I mused, watching Tony nearly swerve into the opposite lane. "At two and a half tons, it's still gotta be pretty quick with that V12-turbo. How fast it go?" The satisfaction was immeasurable, as pleasant to my soul as sitting in a heated leather chair with the smell of a new car, engine quietly rumbling in front of me. And by quietly I mean, it was focus-or-you'll-miss-it kind of quiet.

"Well aren't you full of surprises, baby girl," Tony grinned; a happy, excited grin even. It made his face lose ten years of age just like that. "Zero to sixty in five and a half seconds," He said after a moment.

"Not bad," I said, sounding impressed. I already knew that but I wasn't planning on robbing Tony out of well deserved praise for his choice in vehicles.

"Got a ride of your own?" He asked with a smile, like he didn't know it already. No background check would have skipped my three speeding tickets, but I concur. This game was fun.

"I do, actually. It's a 2008 Range Rover. Supercharged," I added in the end, just to emphasise.

"A big car for such a little girl," Tony whistled playfully.

"I'm compensating," I deadpanned. "I'm a little slow on the uptake, y'know, so my Rangie with five hundred horses makes up for it. Gotta keep it balanced."

Tony chewed on his lip. "Five hundred? Haven't heard about that, it comes with three-ninety-five in stock," His eyebrow wiggled. "Tuned it?" He cast me a contemplative glance.

"Yup," I exclaimed happily. As far as the date, I would have been utterly ecstatic to talk about cars all evening. Screw the boring "where do you see yourself in five years" questions, talk to me about your favourite engine swaps. Concept cars, give me those. Monster trucks? Yes, please. Vintage low-riders? Couldn't wait to get my grubby little hands on one. Gimmee!

Tony kept his silence and kept his press smile starting the moment we set foot on getting out of the car. The place he'd taken me to was ridiculously upscale and fancy; the valet hesitated only for a second before catching the keys Tony so carelessly tossed in his direction. There was almost no fear in his body language when the boy approached the massive, expensive vehicle.

The hostess smiled big at Tony and gave me the world's biggest stink-eye when he looked the other way but what else is new? As soon as she left us in the privacy of our booth, I didn't hesitate to stick my tongue at her retreating back. A brief lapse in maturity, if you will.

Tony cackled, growing suddenly serious. "Did she bother you? I can get her fired. I should get her fired."

"Nah," I shrugged. "Don't really care, just wanted to showcase my amazing sense of humour." Snorting, I gave Tony a wink and a secretive grin.

"You really don't give a fuck, do you," His eyebrows twitched again, a sign of mild interest that I noted during our routine sciencing time together. Tony was incredibly expressive if one took the time to observe.

"I could suck your dick under the table right now," I answered honestly. "It's just that when God gave out things like dignity and shame, I wasn't home. Too many fun things to do, y'know," I spoke as casually as I could even though I was dying of laughter inside.

Eyes bulging, jaw hanging mid-way to the floor. Tony was serving Looks™ and I didn't mean just the white tee and purple blazer combo. "Princess, you're going to be the fucking death of me!" He took a sip from his water glass, smirking.

Finally releasing my mirth, I gathered my hands in a lock in front of me. His own, warm and calloused, reached over - I allowed the brief intimacy, clasping them, fiddling with the leather band of his watch. For a moment, it was just us, sitting in the dim light, discovering each other anew to Robert Johnson singing the blues and NYC bustling with life just behind the wall.

The waiter took our orders - and if I totally butchered the Italian, Tony was gentleman enough not to make any remarks.

"Somehow, every time I am with you, you both manage to meet my expectations to a T and surprise me at the same time," I wasn't able to completely ignore my nerves. My hand was still loosely in his and he didn't mind at all, me messing with his watch.

"How so?"

"I'm going to loosely quote someone, bear with me." Mr Davies's words popped into my mind just as I was wondering how to best articulate my feelings. "You're eccentric and interesting because it's, well, it's you, because it would be much weirder if we'd be sitting here and making boring small-talk and asking each other the genetic get-to-know-you questions," I briefly paused to sip my Dom Peringon and stare at our hands. Gathering my wits. "That would be why I don't do dates. It sounds so tedious on paper, just sorting through people until a person that's not absolutely mind-numbing comes around."

Tony was silent for a moment, the sheen of his eyes, the faraway look; he was lost in memories. Probably remembering all the girls he had charmed before. I didn't doubt it was easy for him: his smile was distracting and people usually were attracted to shiny things. He shone plenty. Also, most people were stupid, they never cared to look past the golden wrapper. I was convinced there was a diamond under it. But then again, I was biased.

"I've never thought about it that way, but I guess you're right," He finally said, serious. "With Pepper, at least, it was. Come to think of it, we never had that much in common, besides Stark Industries and her willingness to put up with my shit." It was painful for him to talk about her, that much was obvious. His laugh was forced and sardonic.

I, on the other hand, never understood why they got together in the first place. Or maybe I did - but the cold, composed Pepper and the chaotic, energetic Tony reminded me too much of my own parents. All four people in this fucked up equation could have been much happier if they choose... What? Being alone? That was terrifying, too.

I kept quiet, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

"You know, this is so bizarre. Even an eighteen year old kid has got it figured out," He suddenly said, his tone bitter like the coffee that he loved.

"Woah, slow down," I put up a hand. "I never said I know what to do. I just said I know what NOT to do." The 'kid' remark would have made me eye-roll so hard my skull would crack any day. In this context, however, it was pretty spot on.

Tony snorted. "And how did you come by that information, pray tell, Baby?"

I huffed. "Have you met my parents?" We simultaneously cringed and I hurried to erase that mental image. "I make fun of myself for being into old dudes all the time," I made air quotes around the phrase that made Tony scoff, "But, honestly speaking, I've never even been on a date. Like a real one. Usually it's twenty minutes and I'm falling asleep mid-conversation. People can't seem to keep up with me or something," I felt genuinely dejected. "So many meaningless questions, so many downright idiotic comments. From men," I pointed out the obvious. "My mother used to tell me she thought I was gay because I didn't act like a girl... Whatever that means."

"That sounds pretty shitty," Tony was studying me like one would have been looking at an exotic animal in a zoo. "That said, I agree."

"That I don't act like a girl?" I teased him, the left corner of my mouth tilting upward. "Fuck that noise. I want to drive fast cars, drink straight liquor and have orgasms. If that makes me a dude... I look pretty good for a dude in a dress."

We laughed in unison, tension evaporating under the shared, mutual understanding. With Tony, it was easy. The waiter brought our selected dishes. Blink-and-he's-gone. Top notch service.

"A dude in a dress, can't say I'm surprised 'bout your lack of dates," He remarked conversationally, happily digging into his food. The noises he made were intriguing, to say the least, and I followed suit on my own food, finding it absolutely delicious. A delicious meal with a delicious man at my side. I refused to feel guilty about my thoughts.

"I guess I have exactly one (1) date on my ledger now," I raised my argument.

The fork clattered as Tony once again, came to a sudden realization. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding."

"No shit," I gave into the urge to roll my eyes. "But on the upside, my first date was with the most gorgeous, intelligent and witty bachelor of the city. I'd say I don't have it all that bad," I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Aw, you're making me blush," Tony recovered quickly, grinning. "And don't be shy. The most desired bachelor of the country, if not the world."

I shook my head. "No, the world's most delectable bachelor is one of the Saudi princes. What's-his-name, the one who posts goat and horse pics on Insta," I snapped my fingers a couple of times, trying to remember the name as Tony looked at me all offended. "Anyways, you get my point. I could have a go at him, don't you think?" Cocking my shoulder, coyly twirling the strap of my dress, I gave Tony my best come-hither look and was rewarded with an appreciative once-over. His eyes were growing hungry again.

"You're a million dollar baby," He finally said, voice low. "And the extent of people I would be willing to share you with is very small."

That got me interested, sudden heat prickling underneath my skin. The conversation took a turn I didn't expect it to; and there lied the delight of being around Tony. He was always ready to surprise, in the best way. "Tell me," I requested politely.

"That's a conversation for another time," He was enjoying the chit-chat, desire beginning to creep into his features.

"Mmm, you think?" I allowed the strap of my dress to slip down my shoulder, exposing a collarbone, showing him just how far I was willing to go to satisfy my curiosity.

He swallowed audibly. "I think... You're smart enough to figure it out," He finally gritted his teeth, finishing off his dinner and immediately calling for the check.

I wasn't done yet, however. The possibility of riling him up, taunting him into a lustful frenzy - I was in heaven. Karma had favoured me that evening, it had given me a chance to get Tony back for all the times he unknowingly made my mouth water and my brain go blip. "Must be Steve then," I bit my lip in thought.

Honestly? I was as clueless as the couple next table over. Steve it wasn't, that much I knew for sure, he and Tony had their little love/hate dramatic connection that always ended in a massive ego standoff. Tony would be on the frontline fighting against Steve if the blonde dared to show anything even remotely resembling romantic interest towards someone Tony himself had his eyes on.

"Princess," Tony growled, sarcastically raising an eyebrow.

"Not Steve," I replied, cracking a smile. Success! "You know, I'm really bad at guessing who's into me. Unless someone is balls deep in me," My face was mere inches away as we quickly shrugged on our coats. "And even then, I can't be sure."

My giggling was accompanied by Tony shaking his head in exasperated fashion; he took my hand nonetheless and I happily swayed it between us, poster child for "not a care in the world". He allowed it, maintaining the same exasperated air about him, and I let him. Fondness and happiness seeped through that anyways.

"Brat," His voice was kind. And his kiss tingled where he left it on the corner of my mouth, sweet and short. "Here, have a go," Before I could react, the keys to his Rolls Royce were placed in my palm and he was making his way around the car to the passenger's side.

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butlerbarb · 4 years

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Sweets (Leviathan x Reader)

i suppose i should start this blog off with the first fic i posted on ao3!

Staring at yourself in the mirror as you fiddled with your uniform, you sighed. It just didn’t fit right! Diavolo had said he found the one that matched your human world size the closest, but apparently demons and humans were different in more ways than you thought. With another tug at the chest area, you groaned, deeming it good enough for now. You’d get Asmodeus to fix it later.

Exiting your bathroom, you grabbed your D.D.D just as it buzzed to life with a text. Catching Leviathan’s name on screen, you smiled and unlocked your device. Taking a quick look at the text Mammon had sent you – something along the lines of wanting you to skip with him again – before you opened Levi’s.

Leviathan: Gud morning. Are you going to RAD today?

[Y/N]: …I HAVE to go.

Leviathan: Why do you have to go? You’d have a better time skipping school and playing games with me all day.

You rolled your eyes. Really, what was it with these demons and wanting you to skip school? It was everyday that at least one of the more troublesome brothers asked you to skip and do something else with them. Even if some days you wanted to skip, you knew Lucifer would have you hide if he did, so you tended to avoid any of their persuasion.

[Y/N]: I AM a student, after all.

Hitting send on the text, you clicked your phone off and shoved it into your pocket. Pulling the door to your room open, you were immediately greeted by Mammon, fist already raised into the air to knock on your door. His eyes went wide, and he laughed, his hand falling and landing on his hips in typical Mammon fashion. His shocked expression quickly morphed into a grin that oozed confidence, again, typical Mammon fashion.

“Are you psychic now, Human? Or were you just that excited to see the GREAT Mammon, that you came rushing out of your room?” Mammon spoke, as cheerful and loud as ever. You stared at him, shaking your head at his overflowing confidence, he was very annoyingly cute.

“Yes, Mammon, I was just SO excited to see you this morning I came rushing out of my room as soon as I heard your footsteps.” You spoke sarcastically, hoping Mammon would catch it. He didn’t. Instead, your words only seemed to inflate his ego more. You watched in disbelief as his grin grew wider and a small blush dusted his cheeks.

“Ha-ha! Of course, ya’d be excited to see me! I am the GREAT Mammon, after all!” He boasted again, leaning down slightly towards you. You laughed, rolling your eyes again and reaching a hand towards his waiting head. You gave his hair a ruffle, bushing a part of it out of his eyes.

“Yes, yes of course, you are very great, Mammon. Now let’s go to breakfast please, I’m starving.” Mammon let out a quiet, happy cheer at your praise, refusing to pull away from your hand until you pushed him away. He took off down the hall, leaving you to walk by yourself, to which you wonder what the point of him coming to your room was anyway. With a shake of your head, you pulled your phone out of your pocket as it buzzed again.

Leviathan: OOH, GOODY 2 SHOES OVER HERE

You snorted at the text, getting read to type a reply when another two texts popped in from Leviathan.

Leviathan: Well, go on and go if you’re gonna go. Come back home quickly tho. Leviathan: I can’t do any of the co-op dungeons by myself, you know.

You laughed, smiling to yourself as you walked down the stairs to the first floor. You had forgotten that Leviathan had made you play on of his PC games with you the other day, claiming that it wasn’t cause he liked you, he just need someone to do the two player dungeons with and you were the most reasonable choice. He was cute.

[Y/N]: Roger, boss! <3

You watched in amusement as he read the text immediately and the three dots popped up, disappeared, popped up a second time and then disappeared again. Leviathan never ended up replying, much to your amusement, making you think he simply went into emotional overdrive and shut down. He was really cute.

You pocketed your phone right as you stepped into the dining room. Claiming the seat in between Mammon and Beelzebub, you greeted everyone at the table and began piling some food onto your plate. Beelzebub always made comments about how little you ate – although everyone ate very little compared to him – not realized that you couldn’t eat most of the stuff demons ate. Monkey brains, spider legs, you swore you caught Satan downing a vial of poison before. Demons ate things you were sure would kill you in the most painful way possible.

After breakfast, Mammon and Beelzebub accompanied you to your class – Mammon unwillingly, of course – and you spent most of the morning trying to get both brothers to focus on their work instead of slacking off. You felt your phone buzz a few times, but you made sure not to make a habit of checking your phone in class, you didn’t want your teachers, and subsequently Lucifer, getting mad at you.

Around lunchtime was when you finally pulled out your phone at Mammon’s insistence. He demanded you check out this new game he had playing, claiming you would like it as well. You noted that you had a few texts from some demon friends the brothers said would be okay for you to talk to, most just asking if you were busy after school, wanting to hang out. You would have, had you not had plans with Leviathan. Texting them back, telling them you were busy, you then proceeded to the app store to download the game Mammon wanted you to.

You opened it up, both Mammon and Beelzebub now leaning over your shoulder to watch you play. It was a rhythm game focusing on cute, demon idol girls. It also contained gacha elements, so you knew this was just another game Mammon would blow all his money on until he got bored. It was fun, and you had no trouble picking up how to play, having fallen victim to plenty of rhythm games back in the human world.

Mammon complained as you easily S-ranked even the hardest difficulties, claiming he was only able to do up to normal, hard on some songs. Beelzebub laughed at him, claiming he just didn’t have any rhythm himself, which of course, set Mammon off on a tyrant. You ignored Mammon’s insistent yelling, tuning both brothers out as you focused on a particularly difficult song. You tuned them back in once you were finished, only to watch as Beelzebub full-combo-ed an especially difficult song on max difficulty. You high-fived the younger brother, laughing as Mammon complained in the background.

Turning back to your phone, you caught a glimpse of a notification banner sliding off-screen. Closing the rhythm game, you opened your messages, seeing Leviathan’s name at the top. Seeing as he completely ignored your last message made you chuckle.

Leviathan: What’s uuuup? Ur still at RAD, rite? Could you hit up Lament and get some Bufo Egg Milk Tea for me on your way home?

Smirking to yourself, you typed out your reply:

[Y/N]: My services do not go free of charge

You could feel Levi rolling his eyes at you as he typed his response. Once Levi had started warming up to you after making a pact with him, you realized he enjoyed it when you gave him playful responses and teased him lightly. He was always annoyed when his brothers did it, but for some reason played along when it was you.

Leviathan: FINE, be that way [Y/N], I’ll give you some cash so you can get something for yourself, too. I’m still gonna ask you to pay me back tho lol. Thanks in advance 👍

[Y/N]: Aw, you’re the best Levi! I’ll be home in a little, you better have snacks ready :3

After your conversation with Levi, the bell rang for the end of lunch. You headed back to your classroom with both brothers in tow, happily anticipating the end of the day. Your last classes were fairly laid back, meaning time passed by in a blur. Once you and everyone else were released, you insisted Mammon and Beelzebub take you to Lament, knowing you’d probably get lost on your own. You made the trip as quick as possible, knowing if you stayed there for any longer than necessary Beelzebub would try to order everything in the café. You got what Levi wanted, and a snack and drink for yourself with the money he sent you. Mammon demanded you buy him something as well and pouted when you told him you only had the money Levi lent you.

After waiting for an extra 15 minutes so Beelzebub could get his absolutely massive order, the three of you headed back to the House of Lamentation. You quickly ditched the second- and sixth-born brothers in favour of the third-born. You knocked on his door gingerly, entering quickly after you recited the secret password. Leviathan was reclined on his bed, phone in hand as he gazed up at you. He held his hand out expectantly, and you took the hint to hand him his drink. He shifted over slightly in the bed, allowing you room to scooch in beside him.

“What’d you get?” He asked, gesturing to the drink and paper bag you held in your hand. You only shrugged in response; you weren’t really sure what you got yourself. Mammon had pointed out the things that were most “human-friendly,” so you just got that. Explaining that to Levi, he only nodded in response before going back to his phone. You took an experimental sip of your drink, slightly scared about what it would do to you, only to find that it was actually surprisingly good!

You hummed happily as you continued to sip on your drink as Leviathan laughed beside you. Taking the pastry you got out its bag, you started at it in slight horror. It looked… strange to say the least. It was a cupcake that you had thought was adorned with a fondant eyeball and icing. As it turned out, this guess was very, very wrong. The eye seemed to follow you as you moved it around and to your utmost horror, it blinked. Had you not been in Leviathan’s room, you most likely would have thrown it across the room. With a grimace, you held it out to the demon beside you.

“Is this like… safe for me to eat? It feels like it’s gonna attack me if I do…” You spoke quietly, eyeing the cupcake warily. Leviathan laughed at your question, grabbing your wrist to bring the item closer to his face. He sniffed it, before letting go of your hand and shaking his head.

“Nah, I think you’ll be fine, lol. I think it’s chocolate.” He replied, using his pinky finger to swipe a bit of the icing off of it. Bringing it to his mouth, he nodded in confirmation as he licked the sweet icing off his finger.

“Yeah that’s chocolate. The eye won’t hurt you, it’s not actually real.”

“But…”

“No buts! Just eat it or go give it to Beel.”

With a sigh, you hesitantly brought the dessert to your mouth. Taking a small bite out of it, your eyes lit up at the taste. Surprisingly, it was just as good at the drink! You happily took a bigger bite, no longer feeling creeped out by how it was seemingly living, you were free to enjoy how yummy it was.

“See? I told you it was good, normie.” Leviathan laughed, his hand reaching out to pick off a piece of the actually cake for himself. He hummed to himself, muttering under his breath about telling the guys on the forums to check this out. You snorted, was all that all he was thinking about? People he only knew through the internet? He was so lame, it was cute.

“What does your drink taste like?” You asked, now suddenly curious of the cup he held in his hand. His eyes widened as you reached out to grab it from him, jerking his arm away from you. You frowned, reaching out further for it, only to have him pull it further away from you. This continued until you were practically on top of him, yet he was still just barely able to hold it out of your reach.

“Levi,” you whined, sprawling yourself on top of him as you tried to reach for his drink. “Let me have a taste!”

“No way! That’d be like, an indirect kiss or something!” He protested. At his words, you practically deadpanned, staring him right in the face. No longer reaching for the drink, you let your hands fall to his chest as you continued staring at him. You watched as very noticeable blush dusted his cheeks a bright red colour, as well as the tips of his ears.

“What? Quit staring at me like that!” He pouted, turning his face away from you in an attempt to cover his quickly darkening blush. You nudged his chin with your hand, forcing his gaze back onto you. You stared down at him until he finally met your eyes again, a pout on his lips. God, when he looked like this you could have sworn, he was the Avatar of Lust, not the Avatar of Envy.

“You’re so worried about an indirect kiss, does that mean you’ve never actually kissed someone, Levi?” You asked quietly, leaning down closer to the demon underneath you, watching him squirm in panic at your question. He refused to meet your eyes, the colour on his ears darkening more than you ever thought possible. Although, seeing as you were in the realm of demons, you supposed anything could be possible now.

“Quit it…” Leviathan muttered sheepishly, his bottom lip jutting out more and more. Moving your hand from his chin, you slide it up the side of his face and into his hair. Just like his older brother, Leviathan was weak to having his head rubbed and hair played with.

“I’ll stop if you want me to, Levi. I won’t use the pact to make you stay if you don’t want to.” You offered, backing off slightly and getting ready to remove yourself from him. He stopped you, however, his hands shyly resting on your hips to keep you in place. He refused to meet your gaze, but you could tell by the way his fingers dug into you slightly that he didn’t want you to leave.

“Tell me what you want, Levi.” You teased, using the hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair to trace the side of his face. The embarrassed glare he shot at you was so adorable, you almost cooed at him like a child, but you knew that would only ruin the mood. You slowly dragged your hand from his cheeks to his lips, using your thumb to pull at his bottom lip slightly. The noise that left his mouth, similar to that of a kitten, was adorable to say the least, and you could feel yourself swooning at his cuteness.

“Levi, you’re so cute.” You whispered, leaning down to ever so slightly brush your lips against his, watching in amusement as he stretched to fully connect your lips with his. You moved to brush your lips against his again, but right before you could, you swerved to the left slightly. Grabbing his once discarded milk tea and bringing the straw to your lips, you took a sip before scowling at the taste. You assumed it was probably because of the weird, slimy texture of the Bufo eggs, but something about it was off-putting.

From underneath you, Leviathan groaned, frowning up at you. You feigned innocence, tilting your head to the side as if to ask did I do something wrong? Before you could react to anything, Levi’s hands that were once on your waist moved to cup your cheeks in the blink of an eye. He then, suddenly feeling bold you assumed, brought your lips to his forcefully. The kiss was awkward, clearly showing his inexperience, but it made it more endearing to you.

Leviathan, the socially awkward, shut it nerd, was willingly giving you, a human, his first kiss. This was the best day of your life, really. You sure hoped Levi was enjoying it as much as you were, if not you were sure the situation would quickly become awkward. You definitely didn’t want this to ruin the friendship you had with him, and his brothers as well.

Demons, as you just found out, could hold their breath much longer than humans. When you pulled away from him, he was nowhere near as out of breath as you were, but you could probably blame that on your own excitement and the way he kissed you without warning. You weren’t complaining, though, you liked the bolder, confident side of the normally awkward and sheepish demon.

Leviathan frowned up at you, obviously upset that you pulled away when he wasn’t finished. You rolled your eyes at him, poking his cheek lightly as he tried to pull you back down to him. You rolled off of him, curling into his side. He sighed, wrapping one arm around you as his other grabbed his previously discarded drink. You didn’t realize when you had let go of it, more than likely sometime when he was kissing you.

“Weren’t we supposed to be playing games?” You asked, peering up at him from under your lashes. He glanced down at you, a hint of a smile on his face as he shook his head at you.

“We were, but you seemed more interested in stealing my drink from me. Can’t believe I let a normie like you kiss me.” He replied, setting his drink down of his nightstand to grab his phone. You watched as he loaded up a website, one you certainly didn’t recognize, and began furiously typing on his phone. You snorted at his response, batting him lightly on the chest.

“Oh please, Levi, you’re the one that kissed me. You’re so cute when you’re confident, by the way.” Levi’s typing slowed to a stop at your words, his cheeks flaring to life once again. He refused to look at you, his eyes staying focused on his phone screen as he tried to finish what he was typing.

“Whatever, it’s not my fault you teased me like that.” He spoke, trying to sound as confident as possible, although you knew he was freaking out on the inside. He blew a strand of hair out of his eyes, the arm he had wrapped around you tightening slightly. He was embarrassed for sure, but you found it all the cuter.

Peeking at his phone, you caught a brief glance of what Levi was typing and had to suppress a laugh.

You guys aren’t gonna believe but totally just kissed a super cute waifu! LMAO!

You didn’t know what a “waifu” was or why it was a “LMAO” moment, but it didn’t really bother you.

Leviathan really was the cutest.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me leviathan #obey me x reader #leviathan x reader #cross posted from ao3!#if you enjoyed this please feel free to send in a request!

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Enemies Of The State : Dark!Klaroline {13}

summary:

This fiction follows the events of just how Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes lost everything that tied them to their humanity, leading them into something neither of them can come back from.

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{10 years ago}

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Caroline stood perplexed in front of the worn down house, which now had a name thanks to Katherine. The Gemini Coven. It sounded familiar, probably something Bonnie had mentioned once, but she was too uninterested in witch business that she forgot about the entire thing. Until now, that was.

“The Gemini Coven,” Katherine mused as she stood in front of the bolted door “Is one of the most powerful witch coven’s in the world. Having a witch by your side? It’s essential.”

“Essential for what exactly?”

The doppelgänger suddenly used her inhumane strength to knock down the bolted door with only but a graceful push with her high heels. Surely enough, the chipped door swung effortlessly, as if it had never been bolted down in the first place.

“Essential for our plans, Caroline. I want something, and i intend to get it no matter what.”

The blonde didn’t question Katherine’s intentions behind this mystery thing. She didn’t care, as long as she was in for an exhilarating ride. She stubbornly followed her into the house, floorboards creaking with each step they took.

It was as normal as a ordinary suburban home inside, the furniture covered with white cloth and dust collected on the countertops. It was evidence that whomever lived here, coven or not, were long gone for a very long time.

“I don’t think the people you’re lookimg for are coming back anytime soon,” Caroline drags a finger through the collected dust. “Are you sure an all powerful witch coven lives here? Must’ve gotten your facts wrong.”

Katherine scoffs, stepping through the house with pristine high heeled boots. “My facts are never wrong. I knew they were long gone, but something resides here that i desperately need.”

“What could you possibly want-”

The doppelgänger rolls her eyes, an annoyed expression on her features as she begins examining the house.

“It’s just something i want. Now shut up, i’m trying to concentrate.”

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“Is it working?”

Anticipation was the only emotion evident within the group, gathered outside Caroline’s lawn with Bonnie lighting her white candles in preparation. She rolled her eyes, flame lighting the last candle with a motion of her hand.

“I haven’t started yet, Rebekah.”

The Mikaelson sister huffs, crossing her arms over her chest impatiently. “Get on with it then, Witch, we haven’t got all day. And where the hell is that stuffed animal?”

Stefan solemnly brought out one of Caroline’s personal possessions. A work down teddy bear, with a button where the eye was supposed to be hanging on by a thread.

It was something you’d expect someone like her to own. She was good, and innocent. Now, he wasn’t so sure. The girl that she’d become would want this once loved belonging to burn in Hell. Along with the rest of her old life. It’d devastated Stefan beyond words.

“Here,” He handed Bonnie the bear quickly. “I hope it works.”

“Let’s hope so,” Elena worriedly cut in. “The sooner we find Caroline, the sooner we put and end to this bloodshed.”

Klaus Mikaelson stood behind, leaning against the fence of her home as he quietly observed the scene. It was tense, of course, with Caroline's ex-friends worries about the tracking spell and its efficiency. He scoffed to himself. More like traitors. It was partially their fault that Caroline was on a blood binge. He held responsibility, sure, but this incessant group of people pushed her to do the one thing he had never done to himself.

It made him angry, looking upon them with a venomous glare. How dare they pretend to care about her? They didn't see what he saw in Caroline. Her beauty, her light, the joy she could bring with a single smile. She lit his cold, dead heart deep inside. Her Humanity was beautiful.

And now it was gone.

"You look like if someone murdered your cat."

Klaus scoffed, crossing his arms tensely. "Don't be ridiculous, Kol. I hate cats."

Kol Mikaelson hid his smirk as he joined his brother at the back, gazing into the scene with a raised eyebrow. Bonnie was beginning to create the alter, drawing lines made with a white powder.

"It's funny isn't it?" He mused. "A few weeks ago you were obsessed with killing that Deveraux witch, and now you are back to this sad excuse of a town once again."

"I shouldn't have left it in the first place."

"Because of her?"

Klaus didn't reply to that, only looking straight ahead with a stern glare. He was not the type to open up, letting his walls down for everyone to see was mortifying. Humanity was a vampire's greatest weakness. It was better to show the people surrounding you that you had nothing left to lose. Even if it wasn't the case.

Strength was the best protection he could have, really. Strength and power went together perfectly in his favour.

Kol knew exactly what his brother wasn't letting on.

"I know what it's like," He urged on "Pining over someone that you could never have without repercussion."

"Pray tell me what exactly you would you know about it?"

“More than you do."

Elena Gilbert stood anxiously by Damon, her arms tightly crossed in anticipation. Obviously feeling Kol's weary eyes on her, she looked straight towards him. To Klaus' surprise, however, her eyes were quickly diverted as she turned her back in the flash of a second. It was as if he hurt to look at.

"So you to have fallen for the magnetic lure of the Petrova doppelgänger," The Original hybrid scoffed. "She would never leave everything behind for you. Not after what you did."

"That is also amusing, dear brother," The younger Original shot back. "I would have said the same thing about our darling Caroline."

"I didn't stake her in the stomach."

"You'd done something much worse," He replied venomously. "You made her abandon her humanity."

Klaus felt a surge of anger coursing through him, whipping around to face his little brother with words that would surely hurt him, when Bonnie called out in a frantic voice.

"It worked!"

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"Has your concentration led to something yet?"

Katherine was peering into the empty bookshelf's that resided, groaning when it led her to nothing. They had been at this game for over an hour, and Caroline was getting bored, keeping herself entertained by playing with the rays of light that'd escaped through the broken down roof.

"It's here, I know it is." She muttered under her breath, sternly walking towards the last empty bedroom of the home. The only place she hadn't looked. Katherine's instincts were borderline supernatural. This meant, much to Caroline's dismay, that she was right most of the time about things like this.

The blonde vampire jumped to her feet, following the Petrova into the eerie room. It was much smaller compared to the rest, with its furniture still intact. Whomever packed up the house, didn't touch this one. She also noticed the faded red stains on the wooden floor, expanding as she walked in.

Blood. Someone's blood was spilled in this room.

"Did someone die in here? Jesus," She exhaled out in an emotionless tone. "At least be a little less messy about committing murder?"

Katherine simply ignored her, going at her search. Caroline walked towards the desk. Faint lines were carved into the dusty mahogany wood. She barely made it out.

'I don't belong'

She furrowed her brows, but thought nothing of it. Probably one of the coven members who died. she'd figured, and turned around to move onto the single window overlooking the empty field when Katherine started laughing out of nowhere.

“I knew it was here!”

In her perfectly manicured hand, held a device. It had looked like something out of a clock, purely fashioned out of old metal. Katherine blew on it, dust flying everywhere.

"Oooh, a pile of metal!" Caroline scoffed sarcastically as she examined it with narrowed eyes. "How interesting."

The doppelgänger would've shot back with a snarky comment, but was obviously too caught up in her happiness to care.

"This is our ticket to freedom, cupcake."

Caroline only narrowed her eyes, now intrigued about what the hell she meant.

"What even is that thing."

Katherine had her infamous smirk painted on her features, delicately tracing along the layers of metal.

"Ever heard of a little someone named Kai Parker?"

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Dickheads of the Month: March 2021

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of March 2021 to make sure that they are never forgotten.

It was brainless enough when the Metropolitan Police suggested that Sarah Everard’s death could be blamed on her for walking home alone at night - but when it turned out that it was a police officer who murdered her, who had also been previously let off at least one case of publicly exposing himself entirely because he was a police officer, brainless left the table and instead we found ourselves noticing they were trying to blame the victim while had covered up for the eventual perpetrator

...while we also had the angry men of Twitter respond to Janie Jones’ clearly not serious suggestion that if a 6pm curfew for women were to be introduced then she would call for a 6pm curfew for men with all manner of bile, shouting, finger-pointing, and comments which the police might just so happen to want to look into

...while smirking bully Priti Patel also managed to get her oar in, as various Reclaim The Streets Vigils were shut down by the police (which is a good look, all things considered...) using the legislation that Patel rushed through a few days earlier to combat BLM protests several months after the BLM protests happened

...but then the Metropolitan Police managed to pivot the focus back onto themselves with their heavy-handed tackling of a vigil on Clapham Common that ended up with them handcuffing various women who were there - which they weren’t so keen to do when Kate Middleton was there - before releasing a statement that boiled down to “Look what you made us do” and then rushing to protect a statue of Winston Churchill for no reason whatsoever but making sure to have lots of photos of them protecting their precious statue anyway

...but then the Tory government demanded they get the last word by bulldozing through their boot stamping on a human face forever policing bill that bans all forms of protests due to it causing “annoyance” as if protesting against the ills of society is the same thing as somebody cutting in front of you in the supermarket queue or not holding open a door

...although the Metropolitan Police did try and regain their title as Biggest Dickheads the following week when an anti-lockdown march featuring professional victim Lawrence Fox and fecal enthusiast Gillian McKeith was met by the police letting them walk in a large, huddled mass without a mask between them and didn't lift a single finger

...and there’s nothing sinister about how the BBC failed to broadcast a single item saying the bill had been bulldozed through, while the piece on their website was buried instead of being on the front page

...and then at the buzzer Her Majesty's Inspectorate of Constabulary and Fire & Rescue Services published a report saying that the police acted appropriately at the vigil, in spite of a wealth of evidence and eyewitness testimony saying they absolutely fucking didn’t

Of course we can trust the Tory government when they publish a report stating that racism isn't a systemic issue in the United Kingdom, even when various people cited as experts for this report were very surprised to hear that they were part of it given they were never asked for their input

So it has been found that proven liar Boris Johnson misled parliament over the Covid contracts being doled out by the Tories, which I’m sure will lead to widespread calls in the media for his resignation - or are we to believe that the real reason for the British media calling for Nicola Sturgeon’s resignation is down to something different?

To sum up the British press completely losing their minds about the Meghan Markle interview, we had various royal correspondents responding to some of the more serious allegations with a combination of vicious smears that don’t debunk a single thing she said or outright misrepresenting what she said to try and tip the narrative in the Royals’ favour, while the Press Gazette issued a statement rejected her claims of bigotry in the British media that can easily be disproved in seconds with photos of various front pages of The Sun, the Daily Mail and the Daily Express on whichever subject you wish to choose - which was supported unintentionally by Ian Murray trying to shout down criticism having been presented with examples of such bigotry live on air - and in response to Murray’s hapless showing, the Society of Editors put out a mealy-mouthed nonpology that pretended that nobody ever said anything about bigotry...before suggesting Murray bugger off

...although Piers Moron Morgan picked up the baton for nastiness by first accusing Meghan of making up that she had suicidal thoughts and immediately after the interview aired it was announced that Meghan’s estranged father was lined up for an interview, although it does have to be said he was far from the only person to respond by throwing that at Meghan like a rock - only to then flounce out of the Good Morning Britain studio when called out for his bullshit, shortly before being told to hand in his resignation or else

So after Keir Starmer tore up the ballot for the Liverpool mayoral election last months, you would expect him to name a new list of candidates that was more to his liking - which is cynical enough - right? Wrong, instead he backed the government's plans to seize control of the city, meaning that Keir Starmer handed over the Labour stronghold of Liverpool to the Tories with no fucking questions asked

Further enhancing public trust in the police was Andy Marsh of Avon and Somerset Police claiming that several of his officers suffered broken bones and one a punctured lung dealing with the protests in Bristol - which turned out to be a complete lie, a lie told by the Chief Constable of Avon and Somerset Police, as not a single officer was treated for any of those injuries

...and a few days later Avon and Somerset Police apparently had to deal with mindless thugs attacking police batons with their faces and seated protesters holding up their hand throwing themselves into their riot shields. Oh wait, that isn't what happened, instead they waded in swinging batons and using blading tactics with their shields

Nice to know that the Tory government are so in control of the Covid pandemic that somebody with the Brazilian variant got through the tough measures of testing people on arrival by simply not filling out the form - and it was three weeks before the Tory government admitted this had happened

...and the main response appeared to be Chris Philp posting a lot of tweets pointing the finger at Croydon council for something completely unrelated the same day it emerged the person with the Brazilian variant was in Croydon, which looked like a blatant attempt to game Twitter’s search algorithm

Smirking bully Priti Patel ended up having to pay off Sir Philip Rutnam to make his claims against her go away after an expensive court case with the taxpayer footing the bill, which I’m sure will lead to widespread calls in the media for his resignation - or are we to believe that the real reason for the British media calling for Nicola Sturgeon’s resignation is down to something different?

Nice guy Rishi Sunak wowed people with his Budget, where he gave NHS staff a 1% pay raise that, in some cases, amounts to £3.50 a week which won’t even cover the fees to park at their place of work, claims that he wouldn’t raise taxes while sneaking in tax hikes, bunging an additional £15bn to Serco for their woeful Test & Trace system, and also pretending that the UK could pursue freeports now that they're out of the EU in spite the UK having seven freeports between 1998-2012 - but we’re supposed to ignore all of that because he paid to have ludicrously self-aggrandising videos of himself made

Smirking bully Priti Patel not only somehow managed to pay £5400 in a single trip to Primark, nearly £7000 in two trips to a restaurant, and £700 on cupcakes, but also claimed the lot on her expenses - however she most certainly did not spend £77,000 on having her eyebrows done, as that business was wound up 2018, meaning she spend £77,000 somewhere - which of course led to widespread calls in the media that she resign

So nice of proven liar Boris Johnson to say how glad he is to hear that Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe is being released from prison in Iran. Yes, that would be the same Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe who was imprisoned in Iranian prison due to proven liar Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, who was then Foreign Secretary, not reading his brief and then blurting out of she was guilty of the charges she was being held under which then led to her being given the prison sentence she has just been released from

In response to the Georgia shooting Fox News really read the mood of the nation when the debate was about anti-Asian hate and incel terrorism by doing their damndest to make sure the message told everyone who the real victim was: the shooter, that poor white boy that he is

It was so nice of proven liar Boris Johnson to arrange a charity gala to...hang on, let me check my notes, raise funds so that Carrie Symonds could redecorate her Downing Street flat

According to Andrew Pierce he doesn't see Meghan Markle as black. Apparently it didn’t occur to Andrew Pierce how that sounds, a.) Really fucking bad, and b.) Like Andrew Pierce has reached the next level of Whitesplaining, which shall henceforth be called Whitekeeping

There’s something definitely sinister about the BBC seeing a clip where Charlie Stayt made a quip about known swindler Robert Jenrick having a huge photo of The Queen and an (upside down) union flag in his office, yet their response was to demand that Naga Munchetty publicly apologise for giggling

As if David Cameron fucking up the country in a failed bid to gain political advantage isn’t enough reason for him to be banned from going within five miles of Westminster, him calling up Rishi Sunak to see if he could get some people in the Treasury make the financial problems that Greensill Capital, who Cameron just so happens to have a stake in, certainly counts as another very good reason

Fish fetishist John Redwood reacted to the US removing trade tariffs on British cheese and British Scottish whisky by proudly crowed from the rooftops that this would not happen if we were still in the EU. Three hours later the US removed trade tariffs on all EU cheese and alcohol exports

In another bout of Keir Starmer uniting the Labour party he decided that Anneliese Dodds would be removed as Shadow Chancellor for failing to effectively communicate the party’s vision as if it was Dodds’ fault for the poor poll results - only to do a quick 180 and back Dodds when the main response to this reason was “What the hell?”

The only surprise about The Core being exposed as a dodgy grift that was being secretly bankrolled by the deep pockets of Tim Rutherford-Browne is that it actually took so long for somebody to expose this - because it sure as hell wasn’t a surprise that Twitter account for The Core, plus the accounts and sock puppets run by Rutherford-Browne, very quickly vanished

Of course The Daily Mail and The Sun would both devote far more time and column inches to Angela Rayner claiming expenses for her air pods and rile their readership into an all too predictable frenzy than they would ever devote to, say, tens of billions of pounds worth of taxpayer’s money being siphoned off into the pockets of various Tory MPs’ mates no matter how unqualified or ill-equipped those people happen to be to fulfill those contracts

Clag peddler Gilson B Pontes demonstrated how ill-equipped they are to deal with fair criticism of their god-awful games (which Sony somehow keeps allowing on their store) by abusing Youtube’s copyright system to try and get Jim Sterling’s account terminated - and failed, thus drawing far more attention to Pontes trying to abuse the system, and Youtube doing fuck all about it even though this issue has persisted for years by this point

Are we going to hear about how Andrew Beattie is the latest victim of “cancel culture” or are we going to hear that Beattie could have started his message about how inclusive Beattie Communications in a better way than literally saying “At Beattie Communications, we don’t hire blacks, gays or Catholics”? Gee, let me guess which one...

...and then Burger King make the exact same error by trying to tweet out a message of inclusivity on International Women’s Day, which was doomed when the first tweet of the chain said just five words: “Women belong in the kitchen”

There’s something perverse about Electronic Arts being hit with a scandal involving FUT cards from the FIFA series not because they’re clearly a form of gambling that the company have gotten away with for many years outside of a few countries who call it what it is, but because it turns out an EA employee has been selling the rarest FUT cards on the black market for several hundred pounds per bundle to many willing players who want to cheat the system. The system of gambling. Which is what FUT cards are

The Tories reached peak flag shagger when James Wild posed a series of questions about the lack of union flags in the BBC Annual Report, as if that means a goddamn thing

Sleazebag and alleged wrestler Joey Ryan thought he could pull a fast one and just so happen to improve his image for when the next round of SLAPP suits goes before the judge by organising an event called Wrestling For Women’s Charity - only for the entire grift to fall apart due to it being held by the company he owns, the charity itself having more than questionable backing, and the fact that Ryan was dumb enough that he tried to sneak his own face onto the poster and thought nobody would notice. Coincidentally, once the poster was out, a lot of people noticed and the event was rapidly shut down. Funny, that...

In the latest attempt by Gab to try and make themselves seem relevant they tweeted out some intense batshittery about preserving our way of life featuring a heavily-armed family (including the dog, which was also packing) around the barbeque. There was one teeny tiny issue with this image: it was stolen art from the indie game The American Dream which actively satirises America’s obsession with guns, and all gab did was remove the watermarks from the picture (which they took without permission) for their rallying cry of “remember us? We used to be where all the edgelords hung out before they went to Parler”

Once again Manchester United fans responded to a loss not by suggesting that the opponents played better but with racially abusing one of their players on social media, with Fred bearing the brunt of it this time in the wake of being knocked out of the FA Cup by Leicester

Forgotten 90s comedian Lee Hurst continued to be the face of angry white men on Twitter who think they’re funny by posting a tweet about Greta Thunberg that managed to be creepy, misogynistic, showing a remarkable failure to understand what condoms are made of, and worked out so well for him that Twitter promptly suspended his account

And finally, irritatingly, we have Donald Trump and his proclamation that he won’t be creating a new political party for the 2024 election as he worries that he’ll split the Republican vote. But Donald, you told us you were so popular, so surely both Republican and Democrat supporters will flock to your new party? Or are you worried at losing two elections in a row?

#dickheads of the month

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In Which Roman And Patton Make Cupcakes (And Also Discover That Sides Can Fuse)

Warnings: None

Characters: Roman, Patton, Logan, Virgil

Rating: General

Relationships: Platonic LAMP with focus on platonic Royality

Notes: Okay, so this is very inspired by the fusion au by @storytellerofuntoldlegends . Now that that’s out of the way, on with the story.

T’was the most normal of days in the Mindscape.

Virgil was skulking on the armrest of the couch, Logan sitting near him with a book open in his lap. Both of them were studiously ignoring Roman, who was currently belting out the lyrics to his newest musical obsession.

“Roman?” Patton asked, from his spot in the kitchen. “Could I get your help with something please?”

The music faltered and stopped. The fun thing about the Mindscape was that if someone wanted music to play, it would. There was no need for a speaker because the Mindscape was not consigned to those pesky laws of physics. Well, not all of the time anyway.

“Coming, Pat!” Roman called back, banishing the various props that he’d summoned to dance with. With a flip of his hair, he disappeared into the kitchen, humming as he went.

Patton looked up from where he stood, cat patterned oven mitts on his hands and multiple trays of cupcakes set out on the bench.

“Roman!” His face split into a toothy smile. “I made some cupcakes, and I know how much you love to decorate them, so I was wondering if you wanted to help?”

With a snap of Roman’s fingers, he was holding a wooden spoon. “Pat, my dear, I would love that more than anything.”

Patton giggled. “I’ve already made the cupcakes, so you don’t need the wooden spoon, but I figured that we could make the icing while we wait for them to cool down.”

Roma dismissed the wooden spoon and snatched up his apron. Manually putting it on was easier than summoning a new one, so with a deft twist of his fingers, he tied the strings into an anime-worthy bow at his back. “Sounds good to me.”

“I was thinking about buttercream icing because they’re vanilla cupcakes.”

“Can we make them rainbow?”

“Aww, of course we can.” Patton smiled, and Roman. “Could you please grab the butter for me?”

“Sure thing, Patty.”

Roman did as he was asked, and hunted down the butter. As usual, it was in the door of the fridge, where it always was. Because Patton organized the kitchen with a vengeance, things had their place. It was definitely a lot tidier than his room, that was for sure.

A quiet click signified that Patton had put the kettle on. Roman emerged from the depths of the fridge, butter in hand, to see that Patton had fetched most of the other ingredients. A well-loved recipe book sat open on the bench, the pale yellow pages faded with age.

Roman peered closer. “Hey Pat, it says to soften the butter. Are we going to use boiling water or should I just put it in the microwave?”

“Hmmm?” Patton’s head poked out of the cupboard. “We’ll hurry it up a bit and use the microwave, I guess. No harm no foul, right?”

With the butter set down on the cutting board, Roman grabbed the scales and a knife. He very carefully measured out a 150-gram chunk and put it in a ceramic bowl with a paper towel to cover it. Beside him, he was aware of Patton, who’d since emerged from the cupboard, food colouring in hand.

Thankfully, given Patton’s propensity for cooking, the Mindscape kitchen was bigger than Thomas’s actual kitchen. Given how often Patton baked in bulk, it wasn’t an uncommon sight to see the benches covered with trays of various baked goods.

Now, each side could cook to a different degree. Patton could cook and bake nearly anything, while cooking eluded Logan’s grasp in favour of the ability to bake. This had a tendency to frustrate Logan, as while baked goods were delicious, they did not hold much nutritional value. On the other hand, Virgil could cook but not bake, and Roman… well… he could burn water if he tried hard enough. Decorating was where his culinary skills lay, just not the making of the things to decorate.

Speaking of decorating, Roman put the bowl of butter into the microwave, and after setting it to low power, turned it on to soften.

“Would you mind measuring the icing sugar?” Patton asked. “My hands are kind of full right now.”

And indeed they were. It looked like he was trying to juggle bowls, which any clown worth their money will tell you is a bad idea.

“No problemo, Patterino.” Roman paused and grimaced. “That sounded better in my head.”

Patton gave a slight laugh. “I know you mean well.”

“But of course, only the best for you!”

Another little laugh escaped Patton’s lips. “Icing sugar, please?”

“On it.”

The microwave beeped just as Roman finished measuring the sugar, and he grabbed the softened butter. It had melted just a little bit around the edges, but he was sure it’d be fine.

Patton picked up the recipe book. “Alright, so we need to beat the butter until smooth, pale and fluffy.”

They did own an electric mixer, didn’t they? If they didn’t he could just summon one, but electronics like that were so much work. Roman’s nose wrinkled at the thought and he continued digging through random drawers. It had to be here somewhere.

“Having trouble there, Ro?”

Roman huffed. “I can’t find the mixer. Where did you last put it?”

Comprehension lit up Patton’s face. “Oh! Right. I think I moved it…” He rifled through one of the drawers that Roman hadn’t gotten to yet. “Aha! Here it is.”

He presented the mixer with a sincere smile on his face, and Roman took it gladly.

“Thank you kindly, Patton.”

“No problem, Roman,” Patton replied and turned away to pick up the kettle and measure hot water into a smaller bowl.

Roman turned to his current adversary: the butter. Soon, it would be beaten to a smooth, pale, fluffy pulp. Well, maybe that wasn’t the best metaphor, but his point still stood. Five minutes later he stood before a bowl of perfectly beaten butter. He may not be able to cook or bake, but dammit he can make icing.

Enemy defeated, Roman turned to ask Patton what was next and saw him watching with a soft smile on his face.

“What’s next?”

Patton lifted the icing sugar. “We’ve got to add this, half a cup at a time.”

“So four segments,” Roman nodded. “Gotcha.”

Roman stepped forward to take the bowl of icing sugar from Patton. However, at the same time, Patton was stepping forward to pass the bowl of icing sugar to Roman. What ensued from this was Patton, ever clumsy, tripping over Roman’s outstretched foot. The bowl of sugar was sent flying, and Roman, running of complete instinct, moved swiftly forward to catch Patton before he hit the ground. The bowl clanged against the ceiling and icing sugar fell like snow, dusting the two sides still tangled ala Steven Universe.

“Well, I think I’ve fallen for you,” Patton punned.

Roman burst out laughing, and Patton quickly joined him.

“What is going on in there?” Logan’s voice said sharply.

“Nothing!” Roman called back, then met Patton’s eyes.

It was too much, and he dissolved back into laughter. And of course, when one is both laughing and holding something, you draw the something closer to you. Which is exactly what happened.

On the other side of the room, Virgil and Logan were witnesses to a bright light coming from the kitchen.

Logan sighed. “It would seem that Roman has found a way to break making icing, of all things.”

“You’re just jealous he’s better at decorating than you are.”

Logan straightened his tie, lips pressed into the thin line. “Falsehood.”

Virgil shot a nervous look towards the kitchen, fighting the urge to bite his nails. “Should we see what happened. It didn’t sound like anything blew up, but you never know with those two.”

Logan closed his book and put it to one side. “I suppose we should.”

However, their worries were unfounded. Well, not completely unfounded, but still.

A new figure emerged from the kitchen, hand held to his head. The hand in question was probably the reason that a pair of gold-framed, pink-tinted heart-shaped glasses had been knocked askew. The figure wore a tunic similar to Roman’s, except simpler, sleeveless and in grey instead of white, with a heart-shaped cutout just below his collarbones. Beneath his tunic, he wore pale blue trousers, tucked into knee-high black boots. From heart-shaped gold shoulder-plates draped a dark pink cape that reached about mid-thigh. A rainbow cut across his chest, then hung from a large golden star at his left hip. Finally, bands of gold encircled his wrists, giving him a slightly Genie-like appearance.

Virgil sprang to his feet. “Who are you?! Where are Patton and Roman?!”

Heedless of Virgil’s inner (and outer) turmoil the unfamiliar figure gasped and moved quickly forward, sweeping Virgil into a hug.

“Virgil, it’s so good to see you!”

The figure (perhaps a new side? Logan thought) lifted Virgil off of the ground with ease and spun him around.

“You’ll never guess what happened!”

Logan took a deep breath, got to his feet, and spoke sharply. “Let Virgil go. He does not appreciate being touched without permission, and you, whoever you are, do not have permission.”

The figure’s eyes, one a warm red, the other a soft blue, widened from behind his glasses.

“Oh! I forgot!” He put Virgil back down onto the ground, and the anxious side skittered back with a hiss. “I’m so sorry!” Suddenly he was standing right in front of Logan, right up in his personal space. Logan could count the heart-shaped freckles on his nose and cheeks.“Logan! You’ll never guess what happened!”

“Most likely,” Logan agreed. “I would request that you tell us, lest you cause Virgil more distress.”

“Well,” the figure started, “We were in the kitchen” (Logan noted the use of “we” rather than “I”, and filed it away) “and Patton tripped and Roman caught him, then BAM! I was here. I don’t know how I know, but I know that I am both Patton and Roman.”

Virgil spoke up, furrowing his eyebrows. “So you’re like a fusion?”

“It would appear to be that way,” the Patton and Roman fusion said, smiling amicably.

“Do you have a name?” Logan asked. “It would be favourable if we had an address to call you by.”

“Hmmm… I’ve not thought about that yet,” the fusion mused. He made a hand gesture and was holding a book. Logan caught the title when the fusion held it up, reading Baby Names in silver lettering. “Give me fifteen minutes.”

And with that, the fusion flopped gracelessly onto the couch, book open in his lap.

Logan exchanged a glance with Virgil. There was an emotion simmering behind Virgil’s eyes that Logan couldn’t identify, and he turned away.

“I’m going to my room. Call me when he figures out what he wants to be called.”

With a swirl of shadows, he was gone, and Logan was left alone with the fusion. He sat down on the couch and retrieved the book he’d been reading previously. There were worse ways to spend fifteen minutes.

The fifteen minutes passed without fuss. The fusion got to his feet and stretched, banishing the book to wherever it’d come from.

Logan closed his own book and cleared his throat. “I assume this means that you’ve chosen a name?”

“Yep!” The fusion looked incredibly proud of himself.

“May I hear it?” Logan asked.

The fusion blushed, his cheeks and the tips of his ears flushing bright red. “Oh, right! My name’s Charity!”

Logan blinked, but composed himself. Stranger things had happened than a side choosing a name stereotypically associated with females. “A fitting name.”

“Awww! Thanks, Lo!”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “I am going to go inform Virgil of your chosen name.”

Charity nodded. “I’ll be here.”

Logan sank down and rose up outside of Virgil’s room. A new system had been developed after Virgil ducked out; a series of hallways and landings that lead to each room, allowing visiting sides to rise up (or walk manually) outside of each side’s room, rather than inside of it.

He knocked on the door, once, twice.

After a few moments, the door opened to Virgil’s face. That indecipherable emotion was still there, and for once Logan loathed his lack of emotional intelligence. He’d be glad to swap the emotions that he had for the ability to understand them.

“So,” Virgil said, “What’s his name?”

“He has selected the name Charity,” Logan informed him.

Virgil blinked a few times. “Charity… Okay, I didn’t see that coming, but sure. Why not? Anything else you need to tell me?”

Logan shook his head. “Not at this moment, no.”

Virgil nodded slowly and started to close the door. Before it was fully shut, he paused and opened it slightly more. “Thanks, L. I’m going to hide in here for a bit, you know, processing and all that.”

“Very well.” Logan straightened his tie.

He sank out again, intending on rising up in the Commons. What he saw when he got there was not a fusion, but rather two separate sides once again.

“I see that Charity has left us,” he observed, and the other two jumped.

“Logan!” Patton moved towards him and grabbed his hand. “You remember?”

Logan adjusted his glasses. “Why wouldn’t I?

Roman gave a slightly hysterical laugh. “I thought it was just a fever dream or something.”

“A fever dream that both of you had?” Logan raised an eyebrow.

Roman looked down. “Yeah?”

Before Logan could respond, Patton let out a gasp. He let go of Logan’s hand and grabbed Roman’s.

“The kitchen! There’s sugar everywhere!” He nodded doggedly. “Alright, you’re coming with me, mister. We’ve got a kitchen to clean.”

Roman was consequently dragged off by the determined moral side.

Logan ignored his pleading looks in favour of the thoughts that had been piling up since the start of this debacle.

This changed everything.

#sanders sides fic #my writing #merlybird writes #fusion au #sanders sides fusion au #sanders sides au #platonic lamp #platonic royality

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justkimberley · 4 years

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HSMTMTS Thoughts Episode 7

Episode 1 Episode 2 Episode 3 Episode 4 Episode 5 Episode 6

This one is also kinda long (~2200 words)

Nini and Ricky doing a fantastic job harmonizing in Start of Something New

the dance routine around them is absolutely crazy and all over the place

So it seems that Seb is just their resident piano player (side note, who ended up getting Kelsey??)

Big Red with the flashlight trying so hard to keep it on the disco ball

EJ interrupting because of the bell. Does anyone really love Thanksgiving that much??

Also I always forget that American Thanksgiving is like a month later than Canadian Thanksgiving and I was hella confused for a second.

Ricky is so surprised that Nini is complimenting him

Ashlyn as Robotics Team captain! (side note Big Red gives her an impressed look after he overhears that she’s the captain)

Also: debate team, baking club, high priestess of the Renaissance Faire

We love a multifaceted lady

Miss Jenn/Mr. Mazzarra trying to have a ‘my horse is bigger than your horse’ banter except neither of them have the horses they claim to have

“With whoever could possibly love you,” lol ok Miss Jenn went for the head

“Late night party” - party starts at 8 that’s adorable

“Small group or…” “PARTY AT ASHLYN’S HOUSE!”

It’s really interesting learning about Nini’s Lola (? I think that’s how it’s spelled, which is what I believe Filipino people call their grandmother’s), and her story

I’m just really proud of Ricky’s Dad. Like he was in such a bad place 2-3 episodes ago and now he’s taking care of himself and Ricky (even if it isn’t a grandiose Thanksgiving) he’s trying and I think he’s doing great

“We roll hard” I just really love this line

“I suppose if you’re lonely, you could always just… randomly text my drama teacher,” “Too soon… RIck,” “... yeah okay”

That was pretty funny. Also, it seems like Ricky’s okay with his dad dating?

Ricky’s mom waiting for him to call

I don’t know how I feel about this to be honest. I feel like maybe she should have tried to call him first and then if he didn’t answer or want to talk to her, that she should wait for him to make the next move then.

EJ’s truth arc is very funny to me

Big Red and Ashlyn

“I promise not to steal your phone if you promise not to throw a basketball at my face,” “No, the only thing I’d ever throw at your face is a brighter spotlight cause, I like the way you sing

Oof they’re so cute, we love little crushes

Also this might be an unpopular opinion but y’all need to calm down about the whole ‘Ashlyn and Big Red are GAY and they only THINK theyy like each other’ thing. #1 It was never confirmed for them to be gay. #2 You can still have wlw and mlm head-cannons for them! Bi, Pan, and other multiple gender attraction oriented people exist, even if you forget about us sometimes.

They are a cute little pairing of people who are always looking out and taking care of other people. It’s okay for them to do things for themselves.

Ricky debating calling his mom, it took a lot of courage and then Todd picks up.

Hangs up immediately, it almost looked like he was going to have a panic attack. That would be so hard, such an extreme shift

I guess the reason he was more okay with his Dad dating was that his Dad was open and honest with him about it. Calling your Mom only to find out that she has a boyfriend that a. She never told you about b. He knows about you and c. is trusted enough to be left alone with her phone while she showers? Is a lot, and probably means that she started dating him before the split was official.

Ricky going to call Nini and then deciding against it. Why doesn’t he feel like he can talk to Big Red about this kind of stuff? Why does he always go to Nini first?

Gina shows up, those are good looking cupcakes

She made him a hat!

She looks so hesitant before she gives it to him!

Gina’s like ‘look dude, I know something’s wrong, spill the beans’

Ignore it and push through - I understand where she’s coming from but you really shouldn’t ignore your problems, it usually just makes them worse

“Do what makes you happy,” “... Give me that hat,”

Adorable, also do what makes you happy is good advice so we’re a little all over the map here

“That’s too big,” “I’ll grow into it,” (adorable)

Miss Jenn and Mr. Mazzarra’s whole interaction is hilarious.

Don’t burn down my shop! - holy shit, foreshadowing buddies

Ashlyn is so cute! She’s so happy when people compliment her

“I highly recommend not telling someone you love them for the first time on instagram” - yup! That’s what I said in the first one of these I did.

Carlos - “The party may begin!” - I totally thought he said “The party made me gay,” the first time I watched it so uhh yeah

Big Red is lactose intolerant

Carlos’ board game is amazing

“High School Musical the Choosical,” - fantastic name

Everyone is so accepting

Ashlyn and Big Red choosing to be on the same team

“South Side Knights -” “It’s the West High Nights,” “the West High Knights”

Ej is like a compulsive truther now. And it’s kind of hilarious

His face when he says “She laughed!” is hilarious and kind of adorable

“I gotta go join the party, and admit some terrible things, you ladies, catch up!” - I wish we got to see what he was admitting to, I find this whole thing quite funny

I’m glad that Emily and Nini got some reconciliation, I know Nini felt guilty even though it wasn’t her fault

That is not a good cockney accent

Why did Ricky enter alone when him and Gina walked together?

And he left her to open the door on her own with all those cupcakes?

“Buddies,” “We,”

Ricky and Gina both laughing about YouTube, cuties

Look, feelings are feelings and you can’t help what you feel, but pushing someone away and insisting to remain only friends means that you shouldn’t be upset when he makes a new friend

Mr. Mazzara and Miss Jenn

The plug socket is in the frame, more foreshadowing

“He won’t.. Not… fall” this show loves it’s double negatives huh? I don’t not love you, he won’t not fall etc.

“Ok but the center of gravity is off,” YES to different kinds of intelligence being helpful in fields other than the main one people associate them with

Carlos thinking people are going to keep judging him and the theater people being as accepting as possible

EJ is a gleek

What I’ve Been Looking For to the rhythm of Get Your Head in the Game is hard! (Catch me on the piano later trying to figure it out lol)

It just turns into a terrible rap

EJ - “That was terrible,” Seb - “I’m so happy”

EJ vs. Ricky - “without laughing… or killing each other,”

This is a good parallel to the basketball scene, once again they get kind of aggressive, but this time they also joke around and no one gets hurt

Also I would love to see them become friends, I mean they both need to grow a little before that happens, but I have hopes

They missed the ‘neeee howww’ part of it, I really wanted to hear them do the high voices

EJ’s little “mehh” that sounds like a duck kills me everytime

Gina and Nini awkwarddd

“I do have high hopes for a junior year at East High” oof babey :(

“It must be nice sometimes though, right?” - nini does not understand

This actually gives us an insight as to why they don’t understand each other. Nini would love nothing more than to start a new life with no drama and Gina would love nothing more than to have a life that lasts longer than a couple months before being restarted.

Gina/Nini apology very exciting, hopefully they can actually become friends

“It’s all good,” from Nini seemed disingenuous, I don’t know if it’s because of the Wonderstudy thing or the Ricky thing.

The sleepover thing I was so worried that it would be a mean spirited thing but I’m so glad it wasn’t

Nini sits on Ricky’s lap when she goes back to the game room and I don’t know if it’s intentional or not but it’s kind of like she’s trying to lay her claim back on Ricky.

Gina looks so happy when a. Carlos calls her in and b. the happy dance about the sleepover! (why’d they have to ruin the happiness??)

Mr. Mazarra returning the favour

“It’s beautiful,” “Math often is,” dudde I feel you I fucking love math

“I cannot stress to you enough how uncomfortable that would make me feel,”

“You know what we should do?” “Break off eye contact sometime soon?”

I’m dying

“It’s about a robot!” this is… pretty adorable. She just wants to make a genuine connection with him

Also are they going to do a romance route with these two? Because I can see them setting it up but also imagine if they just become like… best friends? I feel like they’d be unstoppable.

Musical Choosical Handbook of Rulesicals

“I thought you had never actually played this with people-” “Honey not today of all days,”

Carlos and Seb are the only couple with no bad drama and I’m living for it (please let them just stay happy)

Oops! I knew that jersey question… also it’s definitely the answer Big Red would now because he’s only watched the movie with no words (at his allergists office)

“And do people usually talk like that?” “No they do not.” - gold

EJ the compulsive cheater and also compulsive truther makes a comeback (I seriously find this so funny I don’t know why)

“I love to pop and lock and jam and break,” oh GIna

She’s so happy about winning

Not realistic, you know that the second she called her mom at least someone would be like “pass the weed,” (you know because friends are awesome and also terrible)

“Can you take me off speaker”

Some people are like ‘oh no is she in trouble?’

I kind of hate that it looks like Nini looks sort of happy about Gina’s mom asking her to take her off speaker - I really don’t want Nini to turn into a catty person.

Ricky is concerned

Why did her mom tell her this right now? She should have waited until the next morning, like that wouldn’t have hurt anyone and it would have let them form stronger bonds. And Gina would have had her first sleepover and also they might form strong enough bonds to try and stay in contact with her

Ricky is worried for her, he’s like, ‘You made me feel better, so I’ll go make you feel better’

Nini’s looking upset that Ricky’s being emotionally aware for once? Like dude, he’s grown up a lot since BEFORE summer break? That’s like six months ago I think at this point?

Ricky just wants to help Gina feel better because she made him feel better

She doesn’t understand that they can stay friends even if she leaves and I just :(

“Please don’t do that” he’s so overwhelmed

“My mom moved out two weeks ago and she’s already got a new boyfriend, sound familiar?” Oooh low blow Ricky bud.

“Really don’t need advice from a .. buddy right now,”

Ok but then who does Ricky want advice from? I’m so confused. This boy needs to get a better support system and learn how to use it. Romantic relationships should not be your only outlet for your problems.

Red and Ashlyn

“I hope Gina’s gonna be okay,” - Big Red is so sweet!

They’re so cute

“Hey Big Red? Don’t forget your dip,” - oh she was so going to ask him out and then lost the nerve

Write something for yourself.

It’s a hard thing to do, dude. It’s also hard to let yourself feel so vulnerable, even if it’s only you that’s going to hear it

Gina packing, I feel so sad for her, she’s finally made some good friends and now she has to leave again. She kept the badge! :(

EJ losing followers and being cancelled, at least we know why now

It seems like a lot of EJ’s self worth comes from how others think of him. So losing followers is probably a pretty big hit. I wonder if he’ll keep going with his whole truth thing when it has these consequences or if he’ll just go back to what he was doing before. I hope that he has a positive arc but, will it go downhill from here? I hope not.

Ricky about to apologise to Nini (why did he erase it, he probably should have sent that) - side note: their conversation before was them asking each other if they were going to the party

It’s interesting that Nini had pictures of EJ and Ricky up still

Gina’s crying face is making me cry

“Hey mom, it’s me, I miss you so much,” tears

Nini hanging up pictures of her grandma and the musical. She’s really trying to move forward from boys huh?

Is nini going to apply to the theater school??

Electrical fire???????? WHy??

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts spoilers #episode 7 #kimberleysthoughts #mypost #kimberleyreacts #feel free to come yell into the void with me about this show #the void is always open #(the void is the name of my askbox lol)

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cloudninetonine · 5 years

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A Favour for a Favour (Part 2)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After the events of the Clash of the Avengers at the airport, Peter finds himself bored with his every day friendly neighbourhood Spider-man life. Then someone shows up who might be able to give him a little more than he wished for

A/N: Someone suggested I continue this because it would make a good series and well, who am I to refuse?

Tumblr also took the fucking chapter separation bar so it’s just lines between different points in time

Warnings: The usual bad language, still some sexual tension, slight mentions/hints of abuse (Not really but this is just in case)

“So, want to come over and work on that Lego Death Star?”

It was the end of the day at Midtown School of Science and Technology. Peter and Ned were just exiting the school perimeter, chatting to one another peacefully after an exhausting few hours of classes and enjoying each others company as per usual.

It had been about 3 months after the airport incident, fortunately for Peter, Mr Stark had let the kid keep the new suit permanently, releasing the boy back to his every day with some confusing advice and...that was it. He hadn’t heard from the man since, or from Happy either, no matter how many times Peter texted them, called them- they left him with nothing.

He was bored with everyday crime fighting, he wanted more, he needed a rush, he needed something.

Every time those kinds of thoughts rushed into his head, he thought back to (Name). He didn’t know why exactly, but one thing he did know for sure was that (Name)’s attitude screamed adventure, vigour, excitement. He told himself that was the reason why that he wanted something more and (Name) was most likely the one who would give him more, it was no other reason.

Yet, his mind also wandered to other thoughts about her. Where was she now? He was still being sent those...packages, so there was no way she was captured, right? So what was she doing?... Did she miss him? Did she, maybe...miss his scent? He missed hers, though he would never admit it, that sweet, sweet scent. God, he wished that he could smell it now-

“Peter? Are you even listening?”

Peter jumped, blinking his eyes hard and sending a smile- well more of a grimace- towards Ned. “Uh, sorry I was...thinking about the Stark Internship”

Ned’s face dropped “Does this mean you can’t come over and help me build the Lego Death Star?”

“What?- No! No, no, no, I can come over today” I need a break from Spider-man anyway “What time? Do you want me to come now-”

Freshly baked pastries: danishes, croissants, cupcakes, cake, doughnuts. The scent was so incredibly sweet, it hit him hard and when he said hard, he meant hard, like he had been punched right in the face by it, the boy had even stopped dead in his tracks.

He knew that smell but, she couldn’t be...the Accords made her a fugitive of the country and if she was here she would be arrested, she wouldn’t risk her freedom to come here, right-

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mr Parker himself”

Peter went rigid; Ned glanced over his shoulder.

“And his friend, by the looks of it”

Peter turned slowly, watching as a casual dressed (Name) strolled past him while offering her hand towards Ned. “The name’s (Name), Ned, right?”

Ned smiled kindly towards the girl in return before taking her hand and giving it a firm shake “Yeah, that’s me, nice to meet you, although-”

Peter tried to ignore the look that his best friend sent him “Peter hasn’t told me about you”

(Name) let out a simple laugh as she threw her arm over Peter’s shoulders, tugging him closer to her own frame and patting his chest with her free hand. “Ah, well, Parker, he likes to keep little secrets here and there, you know?”

Ned nodded in agreement; Peter sent her a warning glare.

“Anyhow- I saw you two walking and I was like ‘Parker!? Is that really him!?’ and I just had to see! Say ‘hi’ if you will! And, well, now I think lunch would be appropriate for this sudden meeting, the three of us, I’ll pay, how does that sound, Parker?” (Name) shook the boy playfully, mischief dancing in her eyes as the two shared eye contact for a moment.

Peter’s lip curled “Great”

“Awesome!” Removing her arm from Peter, (Name) strolled up to Ned and they walked ahead, Peter sulking behind them with his eyes trained hard onto (Name).

“So how’d you meet Peter?”

“Oh, a great story, It was during the Stark Internship retreat in Germany, the company I interned for was invited for a conference-”

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“Ah shit” Ned whined, glancing at his phone with a grimace “My mom’s calling, I’ve gotta go”

“Oh! Do you want me to come with you? We can work on the Lego Death Star!” Peter offered, beginning to stand from his seat, only for Ned to wave him off with a smile.

“It’s cool, you hang with (Name) and we can do it later”

(Name) smiled towards Ned “It was really nice to officially meet you, Ned”

“It was nice to meet you too, (Name), I’ll see you guys later!”

Sharing mutual farewells, Ned stood from his seat and exited the cafe, waving at them when he passed the window their booth had been seated next to before disappearing from sight in the concrete jungle. Peter’s smile dropped once his friend had disappeared while (Name)’s own smile morphed into a mischievous smirk, head coming to rest on her intertwined hands as Peter leaned forward.

“What are you doing here?!” He whispered desperately, eyes wandering all over the cafe and to the street outside “Is Captain America here too? That guy with the metal arm-”

“Pause it, Parker, I’ve only got one mouth” (Name) laughed, sending him a wink “And no, Steve and Bucky aren’t with me, they’re at a classified location”

Peter let out a hard breath and collapsed back into his seat, eyeing the girl warily “Why are you here, (Name)?”

“Ooohhh, he’s using the hero voice”

“(Name)-”

“Okay, okay” With a laugh, she sat back up and her hand dived into her jacket pocket “I’m setting up a base here, well, nearby and I was scoping out the area”

She pulled out a thick envelope and tossed it over, watching in amusement as the boy quickly snatched it before shoving it into his backpack “I also came to drop that off personally, seeing as I was here already”

“Why do you keep giving me this money?” He asked, glancing over to his bag nervously.

“Why do you think?” She sent back, giving him a look. “You saved my life, Parker, least I could do”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to” (Name) gestured for a waitress to come over, “End of discussion”

Peter sat silently for the next few moments as (Name) ordered another drink, exchanging polite chat with the waitress before turning back to Peter with a sheepish expression.

“What? What is it?”

“Well,” She started with a laugh “You see, my new base is gonna take a while to set up and, you see, I need a place to stay while that happens, so, I was wondering…”

Peter’s eyes widened “Wait, what!? No! You can’t stay at my place!”

“Awh, come on Parker!” (Name) pouted, “It’ll only be for a short while, three months tops!”

“Three months-” The waitress appeared with (Name)’s drink, the both of them immediately silencing themselves and watching her walk away awkwardly before turning back to one another “(Name), I can’t let you stay at my home!”

“Why? Is it because of the rent? ‘Cause I can pay, you know I can-”

Peter groaned, hands flying up to hold his face. “No it’s not that- it’s just- what would I say to my aunt? ‘Hey Aunt May, this is (Name), she’s a national fugitive who I saved a few months back- Oh, hey, can she stay with us!?’”

“I can come up with something” (Name) reassured, grabbing his hands and pulling them away to look him in the eye “Come on, Parker- Parker look at me- you can trust me, as soon as it’s over, I’ll be out of your hair, I promise, you’ll never have to see me again”

“...never…?” The boy asked, his expression dropping.

“Okay, maybe not never, I’ll probably be living a few blocks away or something- just-...please?” (Name) sent him a genuine pleading look “This is probably the only place that my old-...employer, won’t look, I just need a few months”

Peter’s expression softened and he bit the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t do this, he shouldn’t do this, (Name) was a national criminal, hell, she was basically a worldwide criminal. If he did this, he would get in so much trouble, he could drag May into this mess if he wasn’t careful and it would all end in disaster.

This was a bad idea.

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Fuck, this was such a bad idea.

“Hey, May?” Peter called into the apartment, pushing open the front door and allowing (Name) to trail behind him into the front room. “Are you here?”

“Yeah!” The sound of footsteps approached them and May turned the corner with her usual warm smile plastered on her face. “How was- Oh! Hello!”

(Name) recuperated the woman’s smile, though it resembled more of a wince than anything, part of the plan. The story was that (Name) had been kicked out from her abusive home a few weeks ago and was looking for a place to stay, Peter, being the sweetheart he was, had offered that they could stay with them for a while until she eventually saved enough money to get a place of her own.

It was a good idea but it had put a bad taste in his mouth. May was a bleeding heart, if she saw that someone was in trouble she would always try to help that someone out and at the moment, the two were using that to their advantage. Peter didn’t like lying to her, hell, not telling her that he was Spiderman was hard enough, but not telling her that he wanted to harbour a fugitive in their home? That was way worse than hiding any secret identity.

“Um- Hi- Hi!” (Name) stuttered, rubbing her arm awkwardly “You mu-..must be Miss-..Miss Parker! It’s- well I- um…”

Was...was she shaking?

Damn, she was good.

“Hey, it’s okay, (Name)” Peter squeezed the girl affectionately, feeling her melt under his touch and place her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck softly. “Sorry, May, she’s just really shy”

May smiled in understanding and nodded her head. God, why was he doing this again? “That’s okay, sweetie, why don’t you sit down, I’ll get you something to drink”

“Th- um, Thank you” (Name) whispered, plopping down on the sofa as May walked off to the kitchen, Peter following behind with a heavy weight of guilt slowly beginning to form on his shoulders.

Well, here goes nothing.

“So, who is she?” His aunt purred playfully, looking through their assortment of drinks within the refrigerator “She smells like an omega, is she your mate?”

She wiggled her eyebrows towards him and a bright blush painted itself onto his face.

“What? No! No, no no, she’s just a friend from around, her family moved here a few months ago” May let out a hum that displayed her disbelief, turning back to the fridge “May, I’m being serious!”

“I’m sure you are, Petey”

“Seriously! I- Ugh! Nevermind, I needed to ask you something important”

“Go ahead, sweetie”

“Well, you see, I was wondering-” Peter glanced back into the living room, seeing (Name) look around the place before leaning closer to his aunt to whisper “Would it be okay if (Name) stayed here for a while?”

“What?” His aunt stared at him oddly “Why?”

Peter swallowed the saliva that was bundling in his throat. May didn’t seem mad or annoyed, more confused with his request than anything and he begged the Gods that it would stay that way.

“Well, uh…” The boy gestured for his aunt to move a little further away from their guest, continuing to speak in hushed voices as they addressed one another “(Name) hasn't been around for a while and I, well, I found out today that her father kicked her out”

A look of utter horror flashed over his aunt’s face and his chest squeezed painfully.

“He did what?” May took a glance towards the girl “How could he do that?”

Oh God this was harder than he thought.

“I-I...I convinced her to stand up to him” He replied quietly, his voice close to a whimper “She told me that he was hurting her and I told her that she shouldn’t take that from him and she stood up for herself and I-”

“Peter” The older woman placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, her other pushing some stray strands of hair behind his ear “This isn’t your fault”

A little voice in the back of his head told him otherwise.

“But-”

“No buts” May argued, pushing him towards the living room to where (Name) was seated “Go and comfort her, I’ll get her a drink”

“O-Okay”

‘God, I’m so sorry, May’

Peter trudged back over towards the sofa, letting himself collapse next to the girl with an exhausted huff. (Name), once she had seen that the boy’s aunt was distracted, leaned against the boy with a similar huff.

“Come on, sour puss” She whined “Don’t pout, it’s only for a short while”

“It’s not that” (Name) looked at him dubiously, “It just doesn’t feel right lying to her like this”

“Even though you lie to her every day about your whereabouts after school and how you’re Spiderman”

The boy deflated into his seat with a noise of distress and (Name) rolled her eyes.

What was the point of hiding the other you in front of loved ones? The real you? (Name) never really understood. I mean, if you had told the people you loved that you were X, Y, Z, wouldn’t it be better for them to prepare themselves for oncoming threats?

It happened all the damn time in movies. The hero’s family, friends, lover, etc. were kept in the dark and they were kidnapped or held hostage, or some other stupid occurrence that could have been avoided if the hero had been smart and just told the truth.

It really pissed her off.

But she’d keep up with the damn act.

If that was what Peter really wanted.

“Listen” (Name) whispered into his ear, Peter’s form going rigid under her touch “How about I let you in on a little secret, Mr Spidey”

“(Name)-”

The girl hushed him softly and raked her hand through his brown locks.

God, she loved to tease the poor boy, any little touch, a slight change in tone, a little saucy word or two sent his heartbeat into a frenzy and turned the colour of his skin from that cute tan to a beautiful shade of rosy red. Oh, he was just so adorable!

With a soft giggle, she grinned against the shell of his ear “What you said wasn’t a complete lie”

Then she had pulled away, a nervous smile once again tugging at her lips as May sauntered back into the room “I hope you’re okay with orange juice, it’s all we really had”

“Th-..That’s fine! Thank you Miss Park-..Parker”

“Please, call me, May, (Name)”

“Oh, of-..of course”

“...Peter are you okay, you look a little upset?”

The boy waved off his aunt, sending her an apologetic smile, even when thoughts stormed through his head.

What did (Name) mean by that?

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #peter parker #spiderman #A Favour For A Favour #avengers imagine #marvel imagine

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simonlovelazy · 5 years

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Saeran/Reader Halloween Fic

This is my very late contribution to the Halloween craze!!!

(Hey, it’s still Halloween here, ok?)

Title: The One Without a Costume

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Saeran/ Reader, Saeran/You

Tags: Teen and up audiences, mostly crack, attempt at writing something hot lol

Word count: 2452

Summary: You have a theory about people going to costume parties without costumes, but maybe Saeran will manage to change your mind?

takes place somewhere in the secret endings or whenever you want it to

AO3 link

The One Without a Costume

You would need way more fingers to count how many times you've heard the good old "don't judge a book by its cover" speech. But there is at least one situation when the rule does not apply. If you're at a costume party, a Halloween costume party to make the sin of dullness even more pronounced, and see a guy sporting his casual clothes, you know exactly what kind of story he is.

You wait for Halloween the way kids wait for their Christmas gifts, and you’d happily buy yourself an Advent calendar counting down the days of October instead of December, but you don’t think anyone has ever come up with an idea to produce one. You always think what you’re going to dress up as in advance; it takes days to gather the supplies and fabrics, and then even more days (and nights) to sew and glue things together. While the process in itself is a joy, the costume party is the crowning moment, and this you enjoy the most.

Some people can’t spend so much time or money on their costumes, or they simply don’t care as much as you, and it’s perfectly fine. A bandage mummy and a sheet ghost are not a repelling view – you enjoy the last-moment costumes and giggle at these conveying a pun.

But the ones without a costume? They don’t attend these parties to have some fun, no, they’re here to announce how much they despise dressing-up, you, and the notion of having fun altogether. Excuse me, sir, but is this too much fun for you? Should we turn the music down? Or maybe, take our stupid costumes and get out?

You shift from foot to foot. Who would have thought your mouth would turn into the Sahara after a song or two of dancing (and violent singing along)? And this guy! He isn't even pouring himself the damn punch!

That's it. You readjust your protruding fang, grab a hold of your cloak, and march in the direction of the notorious punch-stirrer with a sense of dignity, head held up high.

The tactic is to intimidate him with your sheer presence, so without a word, you stand next to him and wait. You have to give him that – even if nothing says “to hell with Halloween” more than a basic black and white raglan t-shirt, the atmosphere around him is saturated with gloom. You’re almost grateful he’s ignoring you and hasn't even looked up from the damn bowl. If his stiff posture and silent determination in stirring can be any determiners, his glare must kill on the spot.

And so he looks up. "What?"

You gasp.

You were right about intensity of his stare. But boy, are his eyes a spooky surprise! One gold and one mint eye narrow at you. The only thing today you expected less than this was the guy who suddenly detached his hand and threw it across the room, scoring well-deserved three points and a little round of applause when it slapped the host across his beautiful face.

Oh, and also:

"You look just like this dude running around in a dress! The one with wings and a halo."

He closes his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Take what you need and go away."

You do a once- over at the table. Melting ghost-cupcakes, cookies with yellow pumpkins made of watery icing, and... you actually don't know what cups of dirt are supposed to resemble, or if they're edible at all. Really makes you wonder how much Zen splurged on catering this year.

"Yeah, but no, just wanted something to drink. Are you done with this?" you ask, pointing at the punch. He hasn't let go of the ladle for a single moment.

"No," he answers with a scowl. "Still haven't found it."

"Found what?"

"My other lens."

Suddenly you're not thirsty anymore. How do you lose a contact lens in a bowl of punch is a mystery you don't venture to solve.

"Are you going to put it back in your eye when you find it?"

He actually dumps the ladle and throws you the most incredulous look you've ever been gifted. He has quite a repertoire of glares, you must say.

"No."

"Then, why not forget about it and enjoy the party? But first, maybe flush the whole thing down the toilet, 'cause if someone chokes himself to death, I'll be the first one to point at you to the cops."

"At least if someone chokes, we’ll have one convincing ghost in here," he says half-smiling, which suits him in a devilish kind of way. And he’s kinda right – the ghost girls in short skirts may be cute, but they have small chances to scare anyone present.

You're about to make a brilliant remark when he grabs the massive vessel and walks off.

"Come on, you'll open the door for me," he throws without turning his head, and you find yourself scurrying behind him before you have the time to question it.

The trip isn't long which isn't surprising considering the size of the apartment. The problem is that there are more people squeezed on one square metre than it should be physically possible, and still more and more guests pours in and, naturally, at least half of the gathering is partying in the line to the bathroom. There's Aladdin and his Carpet (she's not having a good time, you can tell), a promiscuous cat, three colourful feathery beings, and yes, you have found Wally, and guessing by the colour of his face, he really needs to go in asap.

"Kitchen?"

"Kitchen."

When the punch is finally gone in the kitchen sink, or more precisely, spluttered all over the mountains of the dirty dishes (still no signs of the lens to be seen), you start shifting uncomfortably. It must be a Halloween miracle (or rather a trick of fate) because there’s no one in the kitchen save for you and the guy without a costume.

Only the muted echoes of music reach in here, so when you clear your throat, the sound is deafening. “I think I should go now.”

“Why so fast? Is anyone waiting for you?” he asks. He's leaning on the counter, the tap behind his back letting out droplets like a metronome. One silence, two silences, three silences...

In the pale light of the full moon, seeping through the window on the side, the shadows on his face become more pronounced and sinister. Even though he's not wearing a terrifying disguise, or any disguise at all, he gets a shiver out of you.

“I came here with a friend.”

“But?” he initiates, raising an eyebrow. Maybe he noticed how you were dancing alone on the makeshift dance floor.

“But the last time I saw her, she was getting handsy with a werewolf in the parking lot.”

He hums thoughtfully. “She shouldn't have left you alone.”

It may be an attempt at consolation, but the way he says it earns another shiver from you. Was his voice low like this earlier?

You step back to lean on the fridge and fold your arms, trying to mirror his casualness.“What are you doing here, anyway? You don't strike me as a costume-party animal.”

“Wasn't really my choice. I had to come because I'm in the same organisation as our Zen.”

The only organisation that comes to your mind is the RFA, but again, he doesn't look like a guy doing charity work. Not that you have time to mull it over with him lazily leaving his spot and coming in your direction.

Suddenly you understand the infamous toil of breathing in a corset.

“And you? A musical actor, perhaps?” he asks, jumping on a counter next to the fridge. You don't like how his new spot allows him to look down at you.

For a terrible second you think the hand he's reaching out will be placed somewhere on you, and you freeze in both panic and anticipation. You only allow yourself to breath out when it lands above your head and starts playing with magnets.

It’s hard to tell if he's playing with you or being clueless.

What was the question again?

“Haha, no. The werewolves-favouring girl is. I'm just the unnecessary plus one.”

He takes his hand away from the fridge, visibly pleased with the rearranged magnetic letters. You twist your neck to see better, and surely enough, they spell some nasty words. How old is he?

A warm breath tingles your exposed skin where the high collar has slid down a little, the stranger still hovering above your head. You will yourself to face him again, but then, oh Lord, his playful smirk can't mean anything good.

This time his hand aims for you, you can tell by how his funny eyes never leave your face. He's not hurrying anywhere, and you can't stand the anticipation; it's hard to stand still as he closes the distance between you even more, ever so slowly.

Against your better judgement, you pucker up your lips, but his hand doesn't cup your face like you hoped it would. Instead, he gets the hold of your chin with his thumb, and the next thing you know, the soft pad of his index finger traces the outline of your lips. He brushes your cupid's bow with a feathery-like delicacy, grazes your bottom lip, and pushes it slightly down. You open your mouth just a little, paying no heed to the gasp escaping it in the process, and only then you realise that the poking out fang has been painfully biting on your lip the whole time.

“I wouldn't say–”

“Saeran!” Someone turns all the lights on. “Stop hiding out like that, my costume is incomplete without you!”

You jump away from said Saeran, adjust the collar of your cloak in the name of decency, and wholeheartedly hope that your pale make-up manages to cover the blush underneath.

Saeran's clone creeps in the threshold, clutching a hem of his white gown with an unexpected skill and grace.

“Oh! Am I interrupting something?” he asks innocently, but comes a couple steps closer to the two of you.

“Yes, yes, you are!” Saeran growls, straightening. You can't help but share his annoyance. What it was exactly and where it was going – you don't know – and now, you may never get the chance to find out.

“Sorry~” Saeran's clone wears a mischievous grin which doesn't quite match the halo on his head. “At least put on these,” he says, throwing something in your general direction. Only when Saeran catches it, you can take a better look. It's a head-band with devil's horns attached to it.

So he has a costume, after all. Not the most elaborate, but still better than nothing. He doesn’t look too keen to wear it, though.

"No horns, no party!” the one in a dress yells enthusiastically.

"I’ll choose ‘no party,’ then."

"Not an option! Sorry, I’m not the one making the rules. So, suit up and come – let's get this party started with some conga line, whaddya say?” he's about to leave when he turns around once more, “The vampire princess is also invited~”

And with the last wiggle of his eyebrows, the dress-clad guy is gone.

You snatch the horns from Saeran's hands – it's the cheap-plastic kind of deal you can get at any festival. And surely enough, you find the switch. The glowing red horns land on his head, sticking out almost seamlessly from his dishevelled red locks.

“And now you too?” He tries to throw it off, but you stop him.

“Oh, c’mon! Make my millennium.” You step back a little to give him an assessing look. “Suits you.”

Saeran shakes his head in a feigned disbelief, “There’s a special spot in hell for sinners like you.”

“I’d love to find out what you’d do to me if I got there, but I’m afraid I’m immortal.” You say in, what you hope is, a seductive whisper.

From this angle, the red lights glimmer in his eyes like a warning.

“We'll have to make do with the time we have tonight,” he says.

It must have been flirting done right because he grabs you by your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“Wanna get out of here, princess?” he murmurs to your ear, the timbre of his husky voice shattering your facade of composure.

You only manage to hum in response, but it’s enough, and soon you find yourself lead out the kitchen and through the crowd of sweaty bodies, his hand never letting go of yours. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you’re looking around afraid that Saeran’s brother will appear in front of you to ruin the fun.

It’s been a while since you’ve done something spontaneous, and somehow Saeran seems to be a perfect person to be irresponsible with. God, you needed this. You run and giggle at how stupid it is that you’re dressed up as a vampire and yet feel so alive.

When you finally reach the door, you still keep an eye on the surroundings, making sure you’re out of radar range while Saeran is skimming trough the overflowing hallstand. You came here wearing only your cloak, but something tells you, you won’t be cold tonight. He finally pulls out his leather jacket from underneath the tons of other clothes, but he’s not done there until he fishes out car keys from some other jacket’s pocket.

“It’s not yours, is it?” you ask, but he only smiles in a truly devilish way and goes out.

Yes, definitely, he’s not the bore you took him for. The party hasn’t even started yet.

You only catch him up at the end of the staircase leading out of this weird underground apartment. He pushes the door open, ready to go into the night, knowing that you’ll follow, but you tag at his arm stalling him in place.

“No, wait!”

He turns to you with an adorably puzzled look, and you do the only logical thing. His jacket isn’t zipped up, it barely hangs on him, and it’s almost too easy to stand up on your toes and aim where every vampire would. The contact ends in a blink, but leaves you gasping for breath.

Your dark lipstick leaves a mark on his pale neck. He looks pleased, but still very much puzzled, and the recognition lights up in his eyes only when you jingle the keys in his face.

“I’m driving.”

On that day, Yoosung promised himself that under no circumstances will he ever take care of party snacks again.

#mysme #mystic messenger #saeran #saeran choi #saeran/reader #saeran/you #mystic messenger fanfiction #mysme fanfic #halloween #mysme halloween #saeyoung's good end #saeyoung choi #yoosung kim #zen #simonsaysread

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radroach1994 · 5 years

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petersshirts · 5 years

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Abroad | Part 2

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: you show tom around hamburg and he just can’t stop looking at you, making you feel a lot kinds of ways

warnings: swearing

words: 3k

A/N: welcome to part 2 everybody, i hope you see this even though tumblr has been pretty tough for the last few days... enjoy reading!

„Thank you so much for doing this.“ Toms’ words broke the silence that the of you had been in for the last few minutes. You had started walking through the city and you showed him a few famous places Hamburg was known for. But with you not being a tour guide, you could only tell him the names of the buildings and that was about all the conversation you had.

You had to admit that Tom was really cute, even cuter than Dave had made him out to be. For the last two years, all that was in your head was your family and nothing else, but this boy. Your heart was already racing and you had known him now for 10 minutes.

Get your shit together, Y/N, you’ve got other things to worry about.

You knew this but couldn’t you just enjoy yourself for once? And be the girl that you used to be?

You turned towards Tom and send him a shy smile, that made his stomach go crazy. He could literally look at you all day.

„It’s fine, Dave never asks me any favours and he’s a nice cousin.“ Tom chuckled at your words and the two of you walked into a calm side-street, leaving the busy part of the city behind you. Tom enjoyed the quiet streets, used to the loud streets of London and New York.

„Do you see each other a lot?“ You shook your head sadly, thinking about when you had seen him the last time. „No, my mum and Daves’ father had a big fight a few years ago and they have not talked a word ever since. That’s why I was so happy that Dave contacted me. I wish I could see him.“

„Oh, I’m sorry.“ Tom send you a sad glance but you tried to smile, trying to be positive for once. This was a time to be happy.

„Are you hungry? There’s a really good café just around the corner.“ You brought his attention away from your complicated family situation. Tom nodded, because in fact, he didn’t have breakfast this morning.

You lead him to a small café that was completely empty, just a waitress awaiting you with a friendly smile. You smiled back, feeling at home. You hadn’t been to this café for a long time, but now you realised how much you had missed it. You loved to sit in here with a book in your hand and music flowing through your earphones with a coffee in your hand. Here, you had peace and quiet and you could study without someone distracting you.

All those memories came flooding back when you sat down at one of the small tables and the waitress welcomed the two of you with a big smile.

„Was kann ich euch bringen?“ You looked towards Tom to let him order first but when you saw his confused gaze, you realised that the girl said something in German. You didn’t even think about it int he first moment, but you had to laugh at Toms face. It was probably the first time that he was confronted with real german because Hamburg was an international city and nearly everyone spoke the world language. But this café was not popular for tourists, it was for all the citizens that wanted to escape the busy city for a while.

„Wir brauchen noch eine Minute, danke.“ You mumbled towards the waitress, letting her know that you still needed a minute to find a drink and also to tell Tom what all that was about.

„That was weird. I understood nothing of what she just said.“ Tom said when the waitress had disappeared and you smiled at him, feeling like you were not the only one a little lost. „She just wanted to know what you wanna have. There are not a lot of foreigners coming here.“ Tom nodded and he looked at the menu, trying to find something he wanted.

„Is there something you can recommend?“ You chuckled at his question, knowing the struggle. „Actually, everything is really good. I love the cupcakes here, especially the Oreo one.“

„You’ve got a sweet tooth then?“ Tom smirked and you had to look away to not get lost in his eyes. Damn it, what was wrong with you? You just nodded and focused back onto the menu, trying to decide on one of the delicious coffees they made here.

The waitress came back after a few minutes and Tom told you his order that you translated into German. While you waited, your fingers started to tremble. You were itching to find out more about this stranger right in front of you. There was not a lot of stuff Dave had told you about Tom but you really wanted to get to know him better - what he was doing here, what his family was like, what he liked to do for fun. But you were just too shy to ask him that.

Luckily, Tom was the one to speak up.

„So, what do you do? Are you at uni?“ You shook your head. „I just finished uni a few months ago and now I’ve got some free time. What do you do?“ Tom nodded with furrowed eyebrows. „What did you study?“ he completely ignored your question but you just moved it to the side of your brain, happy that he was so interested.

„I studied tourism management because I always wanted to travel. I would love to see every inch of the world and this gives me kind of the chance to do it? Even though I’m not really sure what to do with it. What about you?“

„I’m an actor but I’ve kinda needed a few months off from work? It’s been really busy in the last two years and now I just need time for myself, you know? And that’s why I’m here.“ You nodded at Tom, completely lost in your own thoughts. Did this mean that he was some kind of a famous actor? If you had to be honest, you had no idea of pop culture. It was just too much for you and you would much rather read a book then know about every actor out there.

„I can totally understand that. I would also need a bit of time off but it’s hard. Do you have a plan on what you wanna do exactly?“ Your words sounded defeated and you felt the same on the inside. It was not easy to get out of a hard place to get some time for yourself. Even if the human was selfish, it was not easy to choose yourself over someone else. You knew the feeling.

„So there are a few countries in Europe I wanna go to. I’m planning on renting a van even though it’s very expensive, but I think that it will be the best experience. I’m sick of hotels. I’m ready for adventures.“ You could see the wanderlust in Toms’ eyes and immediately wished you had the same passion and braveness than him. You wished that you could just leave for a few weeks to get your mind somewhere else; somewhere calm.

„That sounds so good. I wish I could do the same thing.“ You mumbled, already dreaming of a winter in the alps completely surrounded by silence. Tom looked at you with a thoughtful expression. But before you could ask him what was going on, the waitress appeared again with your drinks. You thanked her and it was quiet while you both started sipping your drinks.

„Why don’t you just come with me?“

Toms’ words broke the silence and when you realised what he had said, you started coughing, losing your breath. Tom rushed to your side and softly slapped your back to get you back to normal breathing. After a few minutes, you finally found your voice again. „You’re kidding me right?“

He was obviously only making a joke, having his fun with you. You didn’t even know Tom; he was just a stranger you showed around your hometown. But if you had to be honest - if he had meant it, you would have even considered it. Because you were desperate to get out of this town. You had worked so hard for a very long time and also been sad for way too long. This was your chance.

Tom grinned at you and shook his head. „No I’m not. I would love to have a travel buddy and you seem really nice. And when you say that you need some time off, why not just take the chance?“ You stared at him, not believing your ears. Tom didn’t even know you and here he was, asking you to go on a trip all around Europe?? This was fucking crazy.

„How long do you wanna go?“ The words were out of your mouth before you could notice, pushing you further into one direction. Tom just smiled, knowing that you were actually thinking about it.

„I’m planning on three months, I wanna be back in Hamburg at the end of January.“ Your eyes widened and you realised that this was a big thing. This was not just a two week holiday, this was a road trip with a stranger. But the idea sounded so, so thrilling.

„Think about it, okay? I would really love to have you with me, I would also pay the car, you don’t need to worry about that. I would feel honoured if you would come with me.“ You just stared at the british boy for a few seconds, trying to find the right words. But there were none left in your head. As he had said, you needed to think about it.

And after that, you didn’t talk about it anymore. You finished your drinks after a few minutes and after you had paid, you left the shop. You continued to show Tom the most prettiest places of your hometown, but his words just didn’t leave your head. You wanted to say yes, but you knew that there would be consequences. And you had to talk to your mom first.

When it got dark, you brought Tom back to the place he was staying at. The two of you had talked about everything through the day, but none of the two of you mentioned the road trip again. You were afraid to talk about it; afraid that you would put yourself first and neglect everyone else.

Tom turned towards you and your heart dropped at you when he send you a cheeky smile. He looked so good and his character was even better. Why couldn’t you just say yes??

„Thank you so much for showing me around Hamburg, Y/N.“ His voice was soft and quiet and you could only smile, too weak to give him an answer. Your thoughts were running wild, screaming at you that you should just go for it, but there was something holding you back. The sadness that was begging to crawl back into your life. And you were too afraid to let it out, again.

„No problem, Tom, I hope I could reach up to your expectations.“ Tom chuckled and moved closer, pulling you in a hug. It took you a few seconds to react but when you clung your arms around his shoulders, it felt like you were at home. He smelled so good and you had to admit that you would rather stay here with him all night than going home. But life was not fair to you. Had never been.

When Tom moved back, there was a frown on his face. „Call me when you know if you’re gonna join me, okay? I’m leaving in three days.“ And with that, he turned around and disappeared into his apartment.

You quietly closed the door of your home behind you and slipped out of your shoes, trying to sort out your thoughts. The last words Tom had said to you wouldn’t leave your mind and you were surprised that you were still thinking about his question. It was so random, out of the blue, but deep down, you desperately wanted to go - seeing new places with a stranger that soon would not just be a stranger to you anymore. And you had nothing to do in the next few months before you would start working in spring for a travel agent.

But something was holding you back; and you knew what it was just when your brother came down the stairs with a big grin on his face.

„You’ve been out for a long time, sis. Are you aright?“ But his words were not full of worry, they were cheeky, just like the nature of your brother. You had always admired that he would always see the good things in the world. It had never been as easy for you as it was for him. You just rolled your eyes and followed him to the kitchen, where your mother was cooking something delicious.

„Hey Ma.“ You mumbled and pressed a kiss to her cheek, eyeing her carefully. She didn’t look any different than this morning; the bags under her eyes were huge and her hair was tousled. Her eyes always had a little bit of sadness in them and all you wanted was to hug her sorrows away.

„Hey, sweetie. How was your day?“ Your mom smiled at you and all you could do was smile back, knowing that she was the strongest woman you knew.

When your Dad got sick four years ago, you were in the last year of school and Chris was right in the exams at Uni. And when they diagnosed him with lung cancer, everything just fell apart slowly. At the start, it seemed like there was hope. You were still in school, trying to get the best result out of your exams as possible. But when the doctor told you that there was no chance for the father you loved so much, everything didn’t make sense anymore. You spend every single minute in the hospital, crying and wondering how your family deserved this.

But your mom suffered the most. She had to watch the love of her life disappear every day a little bit more and still seem strong towards you and Chris, because life would continue, with r without your Dad.

And when he died two years ago, it was the worst thing to get out of this hellhole. You stayed in your room all day, trying to find a meaning in life without your Dad. You loved him so much and you just couldn’t bare the loss. So it nearly took you two years to get back on your feet. But even now, it was hard for you to go out and act like you were living a normal life; the sadness was still lingering in your bones and that’s why it was so hard for you to try and find happiness again. Just like your mom. But whenever you were around, she smiled and laughed, filling your home with light and warmth.

But some nights, you could hear her crying in her room, showing another side; the real side. And you had no idea how to fix this. Because there was no way to fix a human heart, right?

„It was great, actually. I showed a guy around Hamburg and he was really nice.“ You at down at the table, fiddling with your fingers because even when the death of your father was still lingering over your heads, you just couldn’t get Tom out of your head.

„That’s nice!“ Your mom focused back on cooking but Chris looked at you with a raised eyebrow. „A guy, hm? What is he doing here?“ You just shook your head with a smile, knowing the intentions of your brother. But if you had to be honest, you felt kind of the same way.

„He’s actually a friend from Dave and he’s doing a road trip around Europe for three months.“ You didn’t even notice how you got off the point and started rambling about Toms’ adventure. Your mom and Chris exchanged looks with a knowing smile.

„That sounds lovely, Y/N.“ You just nodded, staring of into the distance. „He actually asked me of I want to go with him.“ You muttered the words so quietly you were sure that they didn’t hear you, but suddenly your mom turned around and walked towards you.

„And what did you say?“ She sat down next to you and grabbed your hand. You gulped, feeling so nervous and unsure. Would you hurt your mom if you told her that you would love to go?

„I said that I will think about it. But I won’t I…“ „But why wouldn’t you do it? You’ve got the whole winter off and why not spend it somewhere new? You’ve been sad for a long time and I think it’s time for you to do something for you. Without me and Chris being by your side all the time. You need to make your own experiences love, Dad has been gone for a while now and we need to get over this some day. And I think that this day is today for you, Y/N. And also, you cold use our Jeep for the drive. Chris has been looking after it for the last two years, it will be much easier to take it. “ Your moms words were soft, reassuring while she softly stroked your hand, telling you that it was okay to go your own wary.

You stared at her and the tears started rolling, because of happiness - you felt so lucky that you had a supportive family. Someone who wanted you to push forwards.

„Thank you so much.“ you sobbed and pulled your mom close to you, hugging her fragile form. In this moment, you felt happy for the first time in a long long time. It felt like you could finally look forward, awaiting something new with a british boy by your side.

This would be one hell of a ride.

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