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jellyfishinajamjar · 2 years
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Do you think Hunter understands the context of his palisman being named Flapjack? Does he know what pancakes are? I seriously doubt he had a stable food situation as a child, and outside of missions he didn’t leave the castle for the majority of his life. It’s entirely possible he’s straight up never even heard of pancakes.
That in mind consider Hunter coming downstairs to hear Eda and Luz chatting about how good these Flapjacks they just cooked are, and Hunter immediately choosing violence, followed by a very confusing conversation explaining the concept of food that tastes good for the sake of tasting good, Hunter not getting it, and Luz just shoving a bite of pancake into his mouth.
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pickleprickle · 2 years
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One More Last Time
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part 1 of 2 (part 2 here)
“That’s the last time,” you breathed, exhausted.
“You say that every time,” he chuckled.
You cherished these encounters, but they also made you regret agreeing to babysit your best friend Beru’s obnoxious nephew. Ben would never have come into your life otherwise. Never would have derailed it.
Pairings: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader
Rating: M 18+ only
Wordcount: 3K
Summary: Babysitting your best friend Beru’s irritating nephew was supposed to just yield a few extra credits to add to your “Get Off Tatooine” fund. But it leads you to Ben. And he’s not a man you can just walk away from.
Warnings: angst, inappropriate use of The Force, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up!), oral- f receiving, bit of dubcon
A/N: This takes place five years before the events of Obi-Wan Kenobi. I wanted to write a slightly less broken down Ben. One who still allowed himself to occasionally experience joy, playfulness, and some laughter. Also, it’s my first foray into smut. I felt very Victorian writing this.
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You’d leave here again with knees bruised from the stone ledge Ben called a bed. And hips bruised where he gripped them so hard as if you’d float away. And on your breasts which he’d savaged with his mouth.
Ben sat on the ledge, holding you fiercely as you rode him. One hand dug into your hip while the other grasped your hair. He bucked his hips up into you the way you liked, breaths becoming short and quick.
Sweet pressure bloomed between your legs and your thighs, moving up into your belly. You attempted let your head fall back, mouth open as you picked up the pace, chasing your orgasm. But he kept it locked in place, forcing you to face him.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered quietly.
“Ben!” you cried as that wave crashed through your body from the center, flooding out. As always, Ben examined your face and eyes as you came, memorizing them. It was one of his few pleasures- watching you respond to his touch. He pulled you close, kissing you as he followed his own release, lightly moaning into your mouth when he reached it.
“That’s the last time,” you breathed, exhausted.
“You say that every time,” he chuckled.  
Tonight would go like all the others. You’d remain straddling him like this, holding each other silently and still until he lifted you from his lap. Then you’d lay together for the rest of the night, sleeping soundly.  
You cherished these encounters, but they also made you regret agreeing to babysit your best friend Beru’s obnoxious nephew. Ben would never have come into your life otherwise. Never would have derailed it.
*
The sound of the garage door opening pulled you from sleep.
Quietly, you got up, pulled on a robe, and grabbed the vibroknife. First, you checked the Luke’s room. He was ornery and insolent, and you would not have been surprised if he was running about like he’d done all day, pretending to be a pilot, generally getting underfoot and, at one point, tearing off into the desert. You’d already suffered a skinned knee and bruised elbow chasing after him. No wonder Beru and her husband were so eager to go on this trip to find new farmhands. So called, since Beru had saucily winked as she’d climbed into the speeder. Clearly, this trip was dual purpose.
The little nerf’s ass was sound asleep.
Creeping up to the garage, you peeked around the open door to see a hooded figure standing in the dark, holding what looked to be a toy speeder.
“I mean no harm,” he said. His voice was gentle and rolling like the dunes in a light breeze. “This is for the boy.”
You recalled Beru calling five years ago in a panic because she suddenly had a baby to care for, brought to her by a man in a hooded robe. Beru hadn’t been prepared and didn’t know what to do and asked you to come help. Not that you knew what to do, either. But her husband wasn’t helping in the slightest. You smiled at the memory of the two of you trying to figure out how to care for this screaming baby. Beru eventually got the hang of it and would hold Luke, smiling at him like he was the third sun of Tatooine.
“Are you the one who brought Luke here?” you asked, lowering the blade. “Beru said-“
He stepped closer and the moonslight illuminated part of his face. A neatly clipped beard. An unbroken nose, which was uncommon around here. A worn sternness around the eyes. All that along with the voice and fine accent lit a heat within you that would have to be satiated and not by your own hands.
“Beru was instructed to say nothing.”
You held your gaze, doing as Beru had apparently been instructed: saying nothing. He took your free hand and pressed the toy speeder into it.
“See that he gets this,” he directed before turning to leave.  
*
“Thank you for helping,” Beru sighed a few weeks later. “Luke is my world, but he’s such a terror.”
You’d looked after Luke overnight again, hoping that the hooded man would show up. But the kid had also grown on you. He reminded you of Beru when you were younglings. She was always looking at the sky and stars, wanting to see anyplace other than Tatooine. The two of you would point at stars and pledge to visit those systems, even though their names were a mystery. Always planning an adventure.
While Beru and Owen were gone this time, little Luke initiated peace talks. He’d apologized in the tiniest voice and said, “I don’t have anyone to play with.”
“Well, then,” you asserted, “you’ll have to show me how to co-pilot your ship.”
The day was spent with the two of you playing whatever he wanted; you also introduced him to some of the games Beru had dreamed up back in the day. At moonsrise, you let him look at the stars for as long as he wanted and babble about all the things he wanted to see. He’d fallen asleep doing so and you’d to carried him to bed.
“You’re my friend,” he murmured as you tucked him in. He really was a sweet kid.
“He’s fine in small doses,” you conceded, mounting your speederbike. “I’ve got to go. Got a shift at the cantina. Then another at the other cantina. Gotta save those credits.”
“Are you sure you want to leave Tatooine?” Beru asked. “You’ve never been off-world. It’s not safe out there.”
It was barely safe here. Beru may have put her dreams with Owen and the farm, but you’d never stopped looking up, never stopped wanting that adventure, and she knew that. The two of you hugged deep, then Beru pulled away and pointed toward rock ridge just visible in the distance.
“I think Ben lives up there,” she said. You froze, eyes wide as Beru laughed. “I know you! Saw that smitten look on your face when we came back last time. There’s no one else around here, so it had to be him.”
*
Ben. He had a name. You sorta knew where he lived. And that heat he’d lit had not been quenched by fucking that pilot in Mos Eisley. Or that mechanic who’d bent you over a broken-down speeder. Or that smuggler with her talented tongue and fingers. This was a problem.          
There was nothing up on that ridge other than caves. You and Beru had explored them thoroughly as teenagers and hid what parents considered contraband in the crevices to be retrieved while sneaking out to meet paramours. Lip paint. Short skirts.
Today was a rare day off from your jobs and you climbed through those caves again, searching. And now, you were sitting in what was presumably this Ben’s abode, waiting. For a cave, it was neat and tidy, well swept. Unlike you, who was sweaty from the heat and grimy from the sands. Head falling into hands, you rethought the decision. This is stupid. Just leave.
Nerve lost, you rushed to the mouth of the cave. Only to run headlong into Ben, who didn’t seem surprised. He was unhooded and lit by the suns this time, revealing light auburn hair and blue eyes. The worry lines along his face weren’t stern as much as they were sad and regretful. He lightly took your arm and led you back inside.
“Beru said you lived here.”
“Beru talks too much.”
Deep in the cave he turned, regarding you expectantly, still holding your arm.
“I don’t know why I’m here,” you quavered. A lie.
“I think you do.” A truth. “I sensed it that night.”
You stepped forward and put a hand on his cheek, noticing how he shuddered a bit, his eyes falling closed. Tentatively, his hands found your back and slid down to your hips.
“I’ve seen you there, at the farm. Several times -” he faltered and looked away.
You brought his face back to yours and softly pulled him down, brushing your lips against his, breathing into one another. You pushed further, gently, and he met you. It felt like forever until you were finally kissing hard, teeth crashing, hands digging into one another as you both frantically undressed, moving toward the ledge that was presumably his bed.
Ben lay down on his back, pulling you to straddle him before lifting you up and bringing you down gently onto his cock. Bodies remained still until you lifted and slowly sunk back down onto him. Again. Then again. He ran his hands over your thighs and ass, settling gently on your hips as he began rolling into you.
The man knew what he was doing. This was nothing like the usual trysts undertaken on your trips to Mos Eisley: quick and goal oriented, with men and women you’d never see again. No attachments. Attachments would only keep you on Tatooine.
Ben increased the pace and you matched it. His hands never left your hips, but a silken touch lightly teased your breasts and bundle of nerves, bringing you close to release then pulling back, again and again until you cried in desperation to be let free.
Releasing your hips, he sat up and gathered you close, drawing your face near his. Instinctively, your head turned, eyes closed. But he wouldn’t allow it. His hand lightly grasped your chin, turning you back toward him.
“Look at me,” he gently ordered.
You obeyed, looked directly into his eyes as that pressure continued torturously building. It was uncomfortable, embarrassing even, to do so. The intimacy of it was unfamiliar. All the confidence with which you’d barged into his home began melting away under his intense gaze. You turned away again.
“I need to see you,” Ben whispered. “Let me see you.”
Timidly, you looked back at him, falling into his eyes. Relaxing into the kindness of them.
Only then did he let you have that release, your moans echoing through the cave. The orgasm was still ripping through you when he rolled you on your back and slammed into you, not allowing you to come down until he softly groaned, spilling inside you. Holding one another, you both fell into a restful sleep.
Ben fucked you two more times before morning.  
“That’s the last time,” you said, tugging on your pants. “This isn’t happening again.”
He yanked you to him into a deep kiss. “As you wish,” he grinned.
Damn it.
*
Ben became a habit.
Every few weeks at moonsrise, unbidden, you’d ride the speederbike into the desert and scramble up the ridge to Ben’s abode, where he always seemed to be waiting for you with a devilish smirk and hunger in his eyes. There was no pretense. Clothes would be shed as you grasped one another and sloppily kissed until settling on the “bed” carefully. The two of you had fallen into it once, forgetting it was stone and not a proper mattress. Resulting in laughter and a fair number of scrapes.
Afterwards, you’d hold each other and he’d answer your questions about what lay beyond Tatooine. Was Coruscant really a planet covered by city? How did an ocean sound? What was his favorite place he’d ever been?
“What makes you think I’ve been anywhere?” he asked.
“No one around here talks like you.”
Then. The Question. The one that brought out a previously unknown side.
“Are the Jedi real? I heard-”
Ben clamped his hand over your mouth.
“Go to sleep,” he grumbled.
But doing so was impossible because he thrashed and mumbled in fitful sleep and just before he woke, called out. Anakin.
He sat up, sweating and breathing hard. You lightly touched his arm.                                                                                      
“Ben?” you faltered.
He turned to you, face marred with despair, anger.
“If you want me to stop, say so,” he seethed.
Then he was on you. Frantic and desperate, as if you were the only thing holding him to this realm. Mouth marking your breasts, belly, thighs. Then delving into your cunt, relentless and harsh, drawing out a piercing orgasm with his teeth and tongue.
He settled between your legs and slammed into you, harder than you thought possible. Face buried in your cheek and ear, you felt a salty wetness that wasn’t sweat. You locked your legs around him and brought your arms up around his shoulders, holding him tight as he silently erupted white deep within you.
He fell asleep that way, still inside you, face pressed into your cheek.
*
“Are you alright?” he asked in the morning, brow furrowed, eyes searching.
“I’m fine.” You brought his face to yours, kissing him lightly. “I’m . . .here. For whatever you need.”
At that, he hardened inside you and fucked you again, slow and gentle, before you left for work.
“That’s the last time,” you whimpered.
“If you want.” His impish grin was back.
*
The Ben Habit went on well after you’d saved enough for transport off this dead planet. Enough to go to the core worlds and keep you afloat until employment was secured. You’d wanted so badly to leave here for your entire life, but it was so hard to leave him.
In the end, it was the kid who’d reminded you of those dreams. Luke was nearly seven now. And much to Beru’s and Owen’s chagrin, you’d become his “Fun Aunt.”
You were looking after him overnight again. While he still wanted to play pilot, he’d also started asking questions that no one around here had answers for and Owen certainly did not want to hear. He’d also noticed things on his few trips to Anchorhead. He’d seen ships leaving.
You’d let him stay up well past bedtime again and you both sat on top of the mud hut, looking up at the stars. Marveling at what all of those worlds would hold. Pledging to visit them.  
“I’ll miss you when you leave,” he said.
“Luke!” you laughed. “I’m not lea—” you choked.
Attachment. You’d let yourself love Ben. And that attachment that was keeping you on Tatooine.
*
You and Ben were naked, tangled, and sweaty on his stone bed. He’d already fucked you, then made you come again on his tongue. Maker, you did not want this to end. But these moments with Ben weren’t enough. You wanted something else for life. Always had. Ben, as much as you loved him, wasn’t going to have an adventure with you. Without him saying so, you understood that he’d had his adventures and would have no more.
Ben was absently kissing your breasts when you blurted it out.
“I’ve saved enough credits and I’m leaving Tatooine.”
Ben bit your nipple, lighting a whimper. “Of course you are,” his tongue circling the nipple held in his teeth. You could feel his smirk.
You grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up to look at you.
“Ben,” you implored. “Transport is already booked. Christophsis. Three days from now. I don’t know after that.”
He pulled away and sat up to look at you, stretched out on the stone, tears in your eyes. He’d gotten used to this, to you. Warmth next to him. Smiles in his direction. Laughter. These moments were a lantern in a dim, lonely life. A lantern that was about to be snuffed out, leaving only a chilly cave and a solemn duty.  
“Alderaan,” he said, heart sinking, knowing it was the right thing to do. “The people are good and honest. You can get an education.”
“An edu—” you kicked him in the shoulder. “Are you saying I’m stupid?”
“No. Far from it,” he explained, squeezing your thigh. “But you don’t know anything about the galaxy. Not really. There are too many dangerous places, people who would exploit you or worse. See Christophsis, then head for Alderaan. You’ll be safe there until you’re ready to see everything.”
You sat up to embrace him, memorizing the feel of him. Sweaty skin against yours, the way his hair sometimes flopped into his face, brushing your eyelashes.
“Ben . . . before I go, I-” you pushed your forehead into his. “I wanna feel you one more time. I won’t be back. . . please . . . ”
He took a deep, contemplative breath before rolling you on your back and taking you. Savoring the feel of your hands and nails on his back and shoulders. Face buried against your ear, fast breaths becoming moans as your legs locked around him, wanting to stay, wanting to keep him.
“That’s the last time,” you breathed, tears welling.
“I know.”
*
Beru and Luke saw you to the transport.
“Be careful,” your lifelong friend said, holding you long and tight. “You can always come home.”
Everyone in this little send-off party knew that was not going to happen. You squatted down to hug Luke, who threw himself into your arms, crying. When he unwrapped himself, he handed you a bit of flimsy he’d snatched from Maker knows where and presented it to you. A little drawing.
“That’s me,” he said, pointing to a smiley face above a rocket. There was another smiley face over another rocket. “That’s you.”
The final boarding call sounded. It was time.
“Luke,” you implored, hugging him one last time. “Keep looking up.”
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imperialstark · 2 years
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shades of cool
Based off of this post from @docdracula
Steve travels back to the past to change things but finds that some things are inevitable. Like the undeniable attraction between him and Tony Stark.
TW for infidelity and age gap between silver fox!steve and twink!tony
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When Tony dies, Steve feels something inside of himself sever, like the fissuring of glass and stone. He watches Tony's eyes go dreadfully blank, the arc reactor flickering before fading out completely, and feels as if he's going to vomit.
The screaming and cursing will come later when he's all alone in the Brooklyn apartment he's called home for the past five years. But for now, surrounded by his teammates and the ashes of their enemies, all he can do is sink to his knees like the rest of them.
He makes up his mind then and there. It's not that this timeline has nothing for him anymore; he has Sam and Bucky and the other Avengers to think about. But a dark, buried part of him can't help but whisper, "Don't I deserve it? A moment of peace?"
Guilt eats at him, corrodes his insides until he feels like he's the one turning into ash.
He hides it as well as he can before anyone can talk sense into him, and for a moment, he thinks he'll get away with it scot-free.
But then there's Bucky. Bucky with that cool, assessing gaze, the ghost of the Soldier at the edges of it.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Bucky asks him one night over a couple of beers. The drinks are merely a practicality. What else is there for two worn-out men to do?
Steve takes a long draw from his Budweiser, wishing that it still had an effect on him. Maybe it would have made things easier.
"No," Steve says, keeping his voice light. "Making plans hasn't worked out for me recently, so I figured winging it was worth a shot, right?"
It's the only confession Bucky's going to get out of him.
Bucky sighs, but it's not just any sigh. It's the "You're an idiot, but I'm not going to stop you" sigh, a relic from their childhoods a lifetime ago.
"For your sake, I hope you're right," Bucky says and downs the last of his beer.
"Can't screw up any worse than I already have," Steve says.
They fall into silence, although the buzzed droning of the other bar patrons more than makes up for it.
Bucky claps a hand, his flesh hand onto Steve's shoulder, and Steve's eighteen again and all alone. "I guess this is the end of the line, pal."
Steve damns him, damns him for his earnestness and his understanding and the tears currently pricking the corners of his eyes. Bucky blinks, and the telltale shimmer of tears is gone.
Steve swallows pasts the knot in his throat. "I'm gonna miss you, but I can't do it, Buck. I can't be here."
"That's okay," Bucky says firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "We'll be okay."
And just to be a shit, Steve throws Bucky's words back in his face. "For your sake, I hope you're right."
It has its intended effect, Bucky snorting before punching Steve in the shoulder. "Punk."
"Jerk," Steve replies, not missing a beat.
"Yeah," Bucky says, smiling now, and Steve allows himself to breathe. "I'm gonna miss you too."
That doesn't stop Steve from leaving 2023 behind for 1947 with a heavy heart.
After much yelling and a few bullets sent his way, Peggy cries when she finally realizes it's him. She's still breathtakingly beautiful with her soft curls and graceful, full lips, painted a striking shade of red he has not seen in years. He hates himself for making her cry. Not once has he seen her falter in all the time he's known her until now.
Something about her eyes makes him tense. Maybe it's their darkness or the length of her lashes, but something about them is off. It isn't until much later that he realizes he was looking for another set of eyes long gone.
Howard welcomes him with open arms, engulfing Steve in a bone-crushing hug. As Steve returns his embrace, Peggy watching them with unbridled joy, Steve vows that things are going to be different this time.
He's going to free Bucky before HYDRA even deploys him on his first mission as the Soldier, and Howard will die old and gray surrounded by his family, not at the hands of someone he once called friend.
And Tony. Tony. Tony is a problem for later. Much later.
Years pass, and Steve spends every waking moment fighting to make things right. Except when it comes to Tony. With Bucky and Howard, he's confident; neither of them deserved the hands they were dealt, but Tony? Tony, who had loved being Iron Man more than life itself? What right does Steve have to take that away from him?
In 1969, Howard introduces Steve to Obadiah Stane, and it takes all of his willpower not to punch him in his grimy fucking face. Howard's no idiot, he knows Steve isn't fond of Stane, but if he has an issue with Steve's indifference, he keeps it to himself.
In this second lifetime, Steve has perfected the skills that SHIELD had instilled in him; it would be so easy to have Stane quietly disappear. But with no Stane, there was no Iron Man. And with no Iron Man...Steve doesn't like to think about a future where he's not fighting by Tony's side.
But Steve is getting older, granted, he may not look it. He only just started getting silver in his hair in the eighties. It's not like he would be doing much fighting by the time Tony becomes the hero he was meant to be. In a way, it's like losing him all over again.
So Steve keeps his distance. The universe needs Iron Man alone more than they need Captain America and Iron Man together, so he figures that if Tony's formative years remain unchanged, everything should go as planned. And if it's too painful to look Tony in his face, so young, not yet worn by betrayal after betrayal, that's between Steve and his conscience.
But Tony is stubborn. Steve should be used to it, but it's been years since he's dealt with Tony Stark's particular brand of bullheadedness. Tony's twenty-one when he corners Steve at a barbecue Howard's hosting in honor of Steve's birthday.
The younger man ambushes him in the kitchen, the rest of their little family none the wiser, just outside lounging around the patio. He's never let himself be alone with Tony in this timeline, so his sheer presence has Steve hot under the collar. Tony's all fire and brashness, and it's so damn familiar Steve can almost pretend they're on the quinjet post-mission, adrenaline and lust fueling their words.
It's no surprise that Tony kisses him. Steve's noticed the not-so-subtle looks sent his way, the ever-present innuendo peppered throughout Tony's words. Tony wants him. And fuck it all, because Steve wants Tony. Steve will always want Tony, even when his wife is waiting for him to return so he can blow out the candles on a cake at a birthday party he didn't even want.
Tony gets on his knees, hands already tugging at the leather belt around Steve's waist. Steve's used to Tony, his Tony taking his time, teasing Steve until he's practically begging for it. This Tony is still so young and inexperienced, so Steve's the one who eventually takes the lead.
Any guilt he feels for doing this to Howard, doing this to Peggy, flees the scene the second Tony takes Steve into his mouth. They make a wretched sight, he's sure of it, with his pants around his ankles and Tony's face buried in his groin.
Tony's lips are so soft, softer than Steve remembers. Stretched around the girth of Steve's cock, they're obscenely pink. He aches for charcoal and his sketchbook to commit this moment to memory, add it to the collection of memories from another lifetime.
Steve buries his hand into Tony's dark waves, longer than Steve's ever seen on him, tugging at the roots the way he knows Tony likes. This time though, Steve's the one with gray at his temples, and a little detail like that shouldn't bring tears to his eyes, but it does. This Tony is gorgeous, but it's still not him.
Tony moans around his cock, just like Steve knew he would, and Steve comes with hot pulses down his throat like he's an actor playing out a scene he's rehearsed hundreds of times.
"Why did you do that?" Steve asks tiredly after they get themselves looking somewhat presentable. The guilt hasn't set in yet. Maybe it will when they leave the sanctity of the kitchen.
Tony just looks at him with those big brown eyes that know far too much and says, "I wanted to make you feel better."
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bebepac · 3 years
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Pop’s 🌎 World
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This is a very special Mia’s 🌎 World. It’s kind of a stand alone, as you could have not read the previous series and know what’s going on here.  It’s about a father’s love for his daughter.  But if you are curious to go on a binge read:
Book One:  Pop’s Place
Book Two: Mia’s World
I’m also participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt # 91 picked by  @ofpixelsandscribbles​ “I’m worried about you.” which will appear in bold. 
Original Post Date: 04/20/21 at 7:03PM EST.
The Book:  TRR (this is typically a crossover, but none of the crossover characters appear in this chapter) 
Pairing:  Mia x Jaiden  (TRR MC x M!OC)
Word Count: 1976
Warnings: Pops laying on all kinds of Daddy Fluff.  Brief mention of pregnancy complications, with no specific or graphic detail. 
Summary:  A glimpse into the past, present and future of Pops. We will be getting to know, the softer side of Pops Jones.
A/N: Writing is truly one of the ways that I have dealt with a lot of unsettling feelings I’ve had over the years, and this one is very cathartic for me.  I never had the best home life growing up.  Pops is the personification of the father figure I wish that I had growing up in those more formative years.  He does remind me a bit of my Grandfather, but he passed away when I was young.  So I write my Mia having the strong base that I wish I had.  And maybe some things would have turned out differently.  
A/N2:  I don’t own the rights to the poem “I Trust You’ll Treat Her Well”  by Dan Valentine which the words will be bold and italic throughout this episode.  I did modify a few words to make it representative to Mia and her family, as Mia does not have blue eyes and light brown hair.   
Song Inspiration for this Episode:  I Loved Her First by Heartland
I don’t own the rights to the music.  
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Jaiden and Mia were staring at each other in awe as if they were in their own little private universe.
Tears welled in Pop's eyes as he watched Mia.
Pops never thought he was super sensitive until that moment. But seeing Mia, his baby girl, slow dance with Jaiden in her wedding dress, tore his heart to pieces, in a good way. Together Gloria and Pops had raised a beautiful, intelligent, strong young woman, who had found the love of her life.
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Their very first dance together as husband and wife was breathtaking, and the newly married couple had nothing but smiles and a few tears for each other, and whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears.
Maybe not so sweet.... as whatever Mia had whispered caused Jaiden's cheeks and ears to flush a rosy pink, as he gently tugged at his collar a bit. 🍋🍋
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"She picked a good one, Pops. He'll take care of her. He always has." Gloria whispered in Pops ear.
"I know. It doesn't make it easier. I loved her first."
Pops stood before them with a smile. Since they were done with the formal pictures, Pop's tie was completely gone, and the first few buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned. Pops was a simple man. But his feelings about that day were anything but simplistic. Pop's soul was a storm of emotions inside his heart: happy, melancholic, and bittersweet, because not only had he given his daughter away to be married, but he was also gaining a son, whom he loved dearly.
His eyes met with Mia's from across the room. She smiled at him, but as he refocused on her, he saw the little girl that loved to play dress up in Mommy's clothes and makeup.
Clearing his throat, Pops began to recite the poem that he picked for today. His confident voice was already shaking as he gazed across the room at his little MJ, his eyes already beginning to tear up.
"Dear World,
I bequeath to you today one little girl… in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes… and a happy  laugh that ripples all day long...and a flash of black hair that bounces in the sun  when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well."
He never knew the person who would completely change his whole entire world, his heart  was a little bouncing baby girl that weighed seven pounds and twelve ounces when she was born.
When he found out Gloria was pregnant, Kelvin wanted a boy. That's all he thought about. Someone to play ball with, and fish with. He got the shock of his life when he heard those three words. It's a girl.
Mia was born a week before Christmas.  Gloria went into labor while they were at a Christmas party neither one wanted to attend. Labor was a fitting excuse for the pair to leave early. The one time in Mia’s life she showed up early to benefit her parents. 
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Gloria’s due date was Christmas Day.
When he first saw Mia's big brown inquisitive eyes, he knew she would be special. And Mia was, and she was the light of his world.
Mia’s first word was Pop.  The reason everyone called Kelvin “Pops”  was because of Mia.  When Mia started talking she said it repeatedly.  And it stuck with EVERYONE!
Mia was definitely a Daddy’s girl. 
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Mia took her very first steps following behind Pops. He had walked into the kitchen to make Mia a snack, when he glanced up from the counter seeing her toddling towards him.
"Pops!" Mia exclaimed enthusiastically as she took her slow and deliberate steps towards him.
Pops immediately knelt, opening his arms smiling brightly at her.
"Come to Pop Pops."
Mia made it to his arms. He picked her up and spun her around planting kisses, and raspberries on her cheeks and tummy.
He wanted his little MJ to stop growing.  
Even though he loved Mia dearly, Pops thought about the possibility of them having another child.  He thought then having one of each would be perfect.
But sadly the lightning never struck again for them.  
Gloria sat on the side of the bed in tears.  
“We weren’t even trying when we got Mia, and now that we are…. Why isn’t it happening?”
“I don’t know.  Maybe we just got it perfect on the first try, my beautiful Morning Glory.”
“I know you want a boy Pops.”  
“I wanted our child Gloria.  Mia is our baby.   I wouldn’t trade a thousand little boys for our Mia.”
He wiped Gloria’s tears.
“I’m worried about you.”  
“I feel like I'm failing you.”
“You’re not, you gave me Mia.  She’s more than we could have ever asked for.”  
Mia had asked several times for a baby brother or sister.  Until a sweet family with a little dark haired boy moved next door.  
Daniel and Mia were inseparable.  
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“Prim and proud she’ll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say “Good bye” and walk with little lady steps into the school house.”
It was  Pops that cried the first day of school when he waited with her at the bus stop.  They had always had a very special close relationship.
“For five full years now I’ve been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and father and friend...”
Mia had her “Mommy time” with Gloria but as Mia aged, she liked to fish with Pops.  She enjoyed being in the kitchen with him.   At age ten Mia called out her first order to Pops that day taking the first step of creating ‘their special language' they talked to each other to this very day in the kitchen. Mia sat at the table with her book watching the waitress in front of her, listening closely to the order.
She called out the order to Pops loud and proud.
Pops glanced down at the order that Ginny handed him, as Mia recited in her own language what the customers wanted.  He smiled at her, it made sense to her, and to him.  
“I’m on it, MJ!” His voice boisterous.  Little Mia learned the menu and started calling out all the orders to Pops. 
His mind drifted to Kyle.  Mia’s first serious boyfriend.  The one he had basically thought he was so proud of Mia for finding.  Kyle appeared to have it all.  He came from a good family, and he appeared like he loved Mia.  
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Pops mentally took off his rose colored glasses and looked at his daughter’s relationship with him.  
Pops saw all the warning signs he had been oblivious to the first time around.  The sadness in his daughter’s eyes, she was trying to hide.  The crash dieting.  Mia wasn’t insecure before, but he now saw all the hints of it.  And he had been afraid to ask. Why did he not ask her what was wrong? When he had such a good relationship with his MJ.
“Today she’ll learn for the first time not all who smile at her are her friends….”
Mia found the courage in herself to end that relationship.
And with the ending of that relationship ended another one.  Daniel’s father was transferred to North Carolina.   Mia was devastated with her friend moving away.  But, it was very short lived, as Daniel’s father Jonathan let Pops know of a restaurant that was for sale in their area, that would give Pops the chance to branch out completely on his own and have his very own place.  
Pops took a chance and packed up his family and moved to North Carolina and bought that little restaurant that the community now fondly known as Pop’s Place. 
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He remembered the first time he saw Mia interact with Jaiden.  The two were very friendly with each other talking and laughing.   Jason Brooks elbowed him.  
“There is something special blooming between those two.”
Pops laughed looking at the two of them again.
“I doubt it seriously.”  
Mia’s dance card was full, between Drake Walker, but Pops had his money on Liam Rys walking away with Mia’s heart.
“Twenty bucks says they’ll be dating before the end of summer.”  
“You’re on Brooks.”  
Pops lost that bet.  
Watching the love blossom between his daughter and Jaiden made him feel young again.  The love and the heartache.  
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The sweet little gestures of love and understanding.
*^*^*^*^*^*^* Fast Forward a year after the wedding *^*^*^*^*^*
"I think I finally got it right now. Hi MJ, hey Jaiden. Can you all hear me now?”
"We can hear you now fine Hey Pops, where's Mom?"
"I'm here, I had to take dinner out of the oven."
They talked for a few minutes.
"MJ you look like the cat that ate the canary. What's going on?"
"So we didn't agree on how to do this.  We both wanted to tell you face to face but we didn't want to wait until Thanksgiving."
She looked at Jaiden.  He smiled nodding.
"Mom, Pops…..”
Pops saw the tears in Mia's eyes.
"What's wrong?"
She held up a single picture.
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Both her parents screamed in joy.  
“It’s a boy!!!”  
“We wanted to tell you sooner.”  
Jaiden’s eyes filled with tears, as Mia leaned into him.  His grip tightened around her.
“We had to wait a little bit, because we had some complications. I had to take some time off work. But we’re okay now.  All three of us.”  
“This is the best news I’ve ever heard!!!!” Pops was laughing and crying at the same time. 
“You can't tell anyone yet. We’re telling Jaiden’s parents a little later on this evening.”
"We understand."
“So that means Pops, when we have the baby you’re getting on a plane and flying out here.  Mom’s not going to let you drive cross country.”
“It will be fun, we could rent an RV like we did that summer.”
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“NO Pops. NO!!!”  Gloria and Mia exclaimed in unison.
“That summer was a nightmare, Jaiden.”
For MJ, when it was time, he got on that plane.  The simple man who lived between North and South Carolina his whole life, had raised a girl that loved adventure, and was living her life now in California as a fashion designer  with her successful architect husband, and about to give birth to their first child.  
Jaiden walked out of the delivery room with a proud smile on his face.  
“He’s here.  Six pounds and two ounces and twenty one inches long.  He’s perfect in every way.”
Jason went to hug his son.    
Later that evening, Pops and Gloria went in to see the baby.  
Mia had been in labor for over twelve hours, but you couldn’t tell it from the serene smile that was on her face, as she held their first child in her arms.  
Jaiden took the baby from her arms.
“Pops, meet your grandson.  His name is Kaiden…. Kaiden Riley Brooks.”
(Author’s Note: yeah…. I know, I said Riley Brooks would never exist in a place where my MC is not named Riley…. But you know…. I had to mix things up. Technically this is NOT your Riley Brooks.)
Pops held Kaiden in his arms.  The little baby opened his eyes to look at him. And in that moment Pop’s life was changed again by another little baby, this time, weighing six pounds  and two ounces.  
He kissed the top of his head gently rubbing Kaiden’s head full of dark brown curls.
“We finally got our boy Pops.”  Gloria whispered as Pops rocked Kaiden in his arms.
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Time flies as time always does.  Pops and Gloria were visiting during the first week of school.
Pops grip on Mia’s hand tightened as she held her youngest child Luna on her hip, watching little Kaiden walk down the driveway to the bus.
Mia softly gasped as Kaiden stopped, turning around to her, and  waved goodbye to her, and his little sister, and his Poppy; Mia was holding back tears.
“I know how you feel.”  
“Does it get easier Pops?”
“You’ll always see him….them the way you do now.  They will always be your babies. It’s how I see you. I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become Mia.”
“Thank you Pops.”
“So, world, I bequeath to you today, one little boy… in a little blue and gold uniform…. With two hazel eyes and a flash of curly brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when he runs.
I trust you’ll treat him well.”
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Them Finding Out You’re Pregnant
As requested by @papillonsgf​ ty for suggesting this, I’ve wanted to write this scenario for ages 😭 
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Kim Seokjin:
You were rummaging around the kitchen when you noticed Jin enter the room, “I know, I know, it’s almost dinner time and you don’t want me in here to meddle with your cooking but I promised your mother to find the baking molds - humph!”
You were suddenly being squished against his broad chest, your breath hitching in your throat as you felt his shoulders move, “Jin? Are you crying?” 
But his bellowing laughter quickly answered that question and you glanced up, confusion written on your features. 
He bent down and planted a kiss to the crown of your head and let you go. You adjusted your crumbled blouse and stared at him, puzzled, “What’s with you?” 
“I’m so happy, Y/N.” 
Both your brows shot up at his answer but you just waved him off as he began laughing again and you didn’t notice the item he held in one of his hands, “I’m glad you’re happy but can you tell me where the fuck you put the molds? Your mother will have my head if she doesn’t get them back.” 
“Should I be worried about you using such language around our child?” Jin asked, his laughter subsiding as he stood next to you and slid the item in his hand onto the counter. 
You stared down at the pregnancy test and the two lines on the small screen. Color vanished from your face and you opened your mouth, only to shut it again, words lost on your tongue. You had forgotten all about the test when your mother-in-law had called you, rambling about her damn molds. 
“I-It’s positive?” You managed to babble out after a moment of silence. You picked it up with a trembling hand and your vision blurred. 
Then you remembered your boyfriend standing next to you and you looked up at him, “I - Jin, I’m so sorry...” You placed a hand on his chest and when he grabbed it tightly with his own, you let out a small sob. 
“Why are you crying, sweetheart? If you haven’t noticed the shit eating grin on my face, then I will dance out my joy.” He quickly wiped away a few stray tears and took a step back and began flailing wildly around with his arms as he twirled which only caused you to let out a loud laugh. 
“See? I am happy! I am going to be a father!” 
Your worries subsided as your boyfriend danced around in your kitchen, laughing and yelling out to the world that he was going to be a father. 
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Kim Namjoon: 
Namjoon stared at the two lines on the small screen, showing a clear positive test. His heart beat wildly in his chest as he picked it up. His thumb glided over the screen as thoughts and emotions began running wild. When did you take this test? How far along are you? What gender will it be? Do you buy a bigger apartment or a house or stay in the loft apartment you shared? How would he tell it to his parents? His friends? The members? Does he even have time for a child in his life right now? 
No. He clenched his hand around the pregnancy test. He would not allow negative thoughts to ruin such a blessing. He had always wanted children and that wish grew even stronger the day he had met you. He had promised you the day he had said ‘I do’, that he would do everything in his power to make it work. His work might be busier than ever but he would make it work. 
For you. 
For his child.
Exiting the bathroom, Namjoon called out, “Y/N!” At the top of his lungs, not caring about how loud it was. He wanted to see you, hold you, kiss you, kiss your stomach where his child were growing, he wanted to tell you how much he loved you and how much he was looking forward to starting a family with you. 
Excitement drowned all the worries as he saw you come dashing around the corner from the bedroom, worry apparent on your face as you ran towards him, “Why are you screaming? Did you hurt yourself? What did you break this time?” 
Those questions would usually make him a little grouchy but when you were within arms length, he pulled you into a kiss, one that took your breath away and made your skin tingle. His arms went around you and the kiss ended as he rested a hand on your stomach. 
“Joon-”
“Shush, baby. I wish to talk to my other baby.” 
You stiffened in arms, “I completely forgot about the test...” 
Kneeling in front of you, Namjoon gazed up at you, his dimpled smile making your heart flutter, “What is it you usually call me when I break something?” 
“A dumbass?” 
“Yes. You forgot the test, dumbass, but it doesn’t matter. This right here,” He planted a kiss to your clothed stomach, “Is what matters.” 
“So you didn’t break anything or hurt yourself?” 
“Baby girl, Daddy is speaking to his child.” 
“Calling you Daddy from now on will be very... Strange.” 
“Y/N, shut up.” 
“Yes, Daddy.” 
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Min Yoongi:
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“That is the fourth test I’ve taken, Yoongi. Yes, I am certain.” 
“But it can be wrong.” 
“Not after four tests.” 
Yoongi sat in his chair, you on the couch with a positive pregnancy test in your hands. The studio was quiet. You looked at your fiancé as the wheels in his head turned. You hated this part. When he’s quiet. Yoongi was a very quiet person when it came to his emotions. 
You had no idea what he was thinking. Would he want you to get an abortion? Would you even want to? You wanted kids and so did he but was now the right time? 
“Yoongi, please say something.” You pleaded after a couple of minutes silence. He was still quiet as he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, mumbling something. It was dimly lit and you couldn’t see his face clearly until he turned his chair an inch and the light from the computer screen hit his face. Your eyes widened and you have never gotten up so fast and ran to him. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he was biting his lip. 
Once he noticed you hovering over him, he hid his face in his sleeve but you tugged his arm away and whispered sweet words as you sat upon his lap and drew him into an embrace. 
Yoongi clinged to you as he cried and you had no idea if it was happy tears or sad tears but you held him nonetheless. You felt his tears soak your blouse but it didn’t matter. 
“I love you so much, Y/N.” He croaked, the words muffled as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder, “So fucking much.” 
Your own eyes welled up at his words and you knew it was happy tears he was shedding. You just held him closer and planted a kiss to his head. 
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Jung Hoseok:
It hadn’t been your greatest idea to take a pregnancy test right before you had to go out with Hoseok but there was nothing you could do about it now. Your period was way overdue and after 3 weeks, you finally gave in and needed an answer. 
The answer was currently the positive test in your hands. You put a hand over your mouth, frozen with shock and surprise and that was how Hoseok found you. Dressed in a black suit, hair swept away from his handsome face, smelling like one million bucks and looking like sin, his smile vanished as he saw you stand stock still by the sink. 
“Darling, is there something wrong? Do you not like the dress?” He asked but when he walked closer, he saw the item in your hand and his mouth went to an ‘o’. 
It was quiet for a moment until you turned around to face him and handed him the test, “It’s positive but I’m not sure. I would have to go to the Doctor on Monday-” 
“I know a Doctor and we are going right now.” 
“Wha-”
“Let’s go, Y/N.”
“But dinner-”
“Can wait. You might be pregnant and that’s more fucking important than a fancy dinner.” 
You knew it was serious once your boyfriend starts to curse. “Aren’t you scared?” 
Hoseok placed the test down at the sink and cupped your face, “Of course, I’m scared, babe. My beautiful girlfriend might be pregnant and the thought scares me. But in a good way. I’m happy but scared happy.” 
“Have I ever told you that I love you, Jung Hoseok?” You asked just before he pecked your lips. 
“Every day, every hour and every minute, baby.”
The test was right. You were indeed pregnant and Hoseok proceeded to propose to you that same night.
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Park Jimin:
Jimin had just returned from practice, opened the front door, when he heard your scream. His bag fell to the floor with a thud as he dashed to the bedroom. He found you prancing around the room, in one of his hoodies, angrily cursing at the item in your hand, you staring intensely, almost glaring at it. 
“Babe-”
You held up a hand to silence him and his mouth snapped shut as you stared at the thing in your hands and after a minute or so, you let out a frustrated scream and yeeted the thing onto the bed. 
“What are you doing, Y/N?” He asked as he walked over to the bed to pick up the item and once he realized what it was, he paled. Jimin stared down at the pregnancy test in his hand, with two stripes. 
You glared at him and pointed towards the dressed with five other tests on the top.
“They are positive. All of them are positive, Jimin. I am pregnant.” You grumbled and threw yourself onto the bed with a pathetic sob. You pounded the mattress as Jimin walked over to examine the tests. It was true. All of them were positive. 
“Last test is a blood test, so I’m getting that done tomorrow.” You told him, voice muffled by the bed sheets. 
“I’m going to be a dad.” He said dazedly. 
You twisted your head and looked at him, “It appears so.” 
“Y/N, I am going to be a dad.” 
“So far, yes.” 
“And you are going to be a mom.” 
“Great observation.” 
“And we are going to have a little baby.” 
“Uh huhhh - oof!” The air in your lungs were suddenly left and you coughed loudly as you tried to push your boyfriend off of you, “Jimin, babe, you’re crushing me.” 
“This is the best thing has happened to me, Y/N!” He said as he rolled off you and pulled on top of him, not caring how your nose wrinkled at how he smelled of sweat, “I am going to be a dad!” 
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Kim Taehyung:
Taehyung wanted children. He had told you this shortly after the two of you had begun dating. Great. You also wanted children. 
But this? Coming home from work and finding your entire livingroom filled with baby stuff was baffling. 
“Welcome home, love!” Taehyung said with his usual boxy smile as he walked by you, pecked your cheek and went over to pick up a bag filled with toys, “How was your day?” 
“Uh, Tae, what’s going on?” You asked him, ignoring his question as you stared at him as he begun unpacking all the toys. 
“Well, your period is late. Very late.” He began, glancing at you, chuckling softly at your raised eyebrow, “Yes I keep tabs on your period, anyway, I’ve bought a couple of pregnancy tests for you to take. They’re already in the bathroom.” 
“Sweetheart, my period might just be late and I really don’t want to see you get sad if I’m not-” 
“I’ve also noticed a shift in energy, mood swings and appetite.” 
You looked dumbfounded and he laughed at your expression, “Y-You... Since when have you become an expert on pregnancy?” 
“I’m not an expert, Y/N, don’t be silly. Now go take the tests and just to be 100% sure, I’ve also got an appointment with your doctor tomorrow.” 
You just sighed and went to the bathroom and took said tests. The next day, the two of you went to your doctor and you had a blood test done. 
Everything was positive. 
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Jeon Jungkook:
You dodged him barely and you ran to the opposite side of the couch. Jungkook was staring at you, his eyes hard and squinted. You had no idea what had gotten him in this mood. He was usually always smiling and bubbly but today was different. 
He was pissed. 
“Why are you acting weird?” You asked, walking around the couch as he followed you around it, “Gookie, talk to me.” 
“Why did you throw them out?” He growled, seeing an opening to try and grab your wrist across the couch but you were quicker, “Tell me why!” 
“Don’t yell at me! I have no idea what you’re talking about!” 
“Yes, you do!” 
“No, I don’t!”
“Don’t lie to me!” 
“I am not lying, dipshit!” 
“Don’t call me that!”
“Don’t yell at me!” 
Jungkook stopped and fished something out of his pocket, he then threw the items onto the couch and pointed at them, “What are these?” 
You gulped audibly, “Um... About those, I can explain-”
“Why did you throw them out?” He gestured again with his finger towards the pregnancy tests.
“B-Because I didn’t want you to find out randomly, Gookie. I wanted to tell you when I was 100% sure which was why I went to the doctor today.” You explained, not moving when he rounded the couch and stood in front of you. 
“And what did the doctor say?” 
“I... I’m pregnant. 2 months along.” You said softly and looked up at him. His expression softened visibly as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, burying his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, baby.” Your arms went around his slim waist, fisting his t-shirt in your hands, “Really. I’m sorry.” 
“I know.” He mumbled. 
“Are you mad that I’m pregnant?” You whispered and Jungkook pulled away slightly, tapping a finger to your chin and he smiled. 
“Dude, I am going to be a father! Why would I be mad?” 
“Did you just ‘dude’ your pregnant girlfriend? Not cool, bro.” 
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ONE HUNDRED FORTY ONE - RETURNING (3)
LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story
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< previous (make sure you’ve read the previous chapter. even if you think you have, double check.)
Word Count: 1,725ish
Summary: Steve goes to return the Stones.
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Over the next few days, our yard and the forest around us started to become home to the homeless Avengers. RV trailers were brought in and everyone found a place to call their temporary home. I could tell that Pepper appreciated all of it, the friends and the distraction to help. Clean up of the destroyed compound also started, with Rhodey heading it. Bruce and I got the nano bots out of my head as well as built another quantum portal with Rocket’s help. Rocket, the other Guardians, and Thor left for space soon after that. It was a hard good bye. But Nebula and Rocket gave me a device so that I could get a hold of them anytime I wanted to. 
We all supported each other, all of us understanding that none of us should be alone. Everyone was especially attentive to Morgan, making sure that all her needs were met. Bucky was the best with her, surprisingly. Always willingly playing with her and making sure that she was okay. I could tell that sometimes he was just doing it to appease her. She was definitely a Stark, pushing other peoples limits. Bucky also kept a careful eye out on me. It was all very much appreciated. 
Clint and I thought that doing a memorial for Nat would be good. We held it at his farm, with his family, Rhodey, Happy, Pepper, Morgan, Bruce, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, and Steve. It was nice and very thoughtful. I got a few weird looks because of the lack of tears, but Wanda and Pepper understood why. I had seen her, talked to her since she passed. I knew that she was okay. That she was at peace and taking care of Tony for me. 
Soon, the day finally arrived when the quantum portal was finished and Steve was ready to take the Stones as well as Mjolnir back. We built the portal a little ways away from the cabin, in the woods near Steve and Sam’s trailer. Steve, Bucky, Sam, Bruce, and I were the ones there to see him off, with only Bucky and I knowing Steve’s true intentions. Bruce and I were plugging some last things into the machine when I noticed that he was struggling. Him using the gauntlet rendered his right arm useless and scared him up to his face. I tried to help heal him, but the Hulk part wouldn’t allow it.
“Here,” I said, moving over to finishing typing for him. “I got it.”
“Thanks,” he said.
As we finished, I felt another presence close by. A familiar one, I pushed it down though as Steve walked up to us, thinking it was probably just him anyway. 
“Remember…” Bruce started. “You have to return the stones at the exact moment you got them. Or you’re gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.” 
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“Don’t worry, Bruce,” Steve reassured. “Clip all the branches.”
“You know, I tried. When I had the gauntlet, the stones, I really tried to bring her back.” Bruce looked at Steve. “I miss them, man.” 
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“Me, too.” Steve looked away from Bruce and focused on me. “Me too.”
I could feel the pain and conflict within him. I shook my head, trying to clear it, and made my way towards Bucky. If he was that conflicted, he wouldn’t stay back with her, but I didn’t really have hope for that. I used to think that when it came down to Steve choosing people two people, he’d always choose the side Bucky was on. But I was wrong. He’ll always choose the side Peggy’s on.
“You know,” Sam walked up besides Steve as he made his way towards Bucky, “if you want, I can come with you.” 
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“You’re a good man, Sam. This one’s one me, though.” 
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Steve walked up to Bucky. Bucky was still a bit angry at Steve for what he had done to me--what he was doing to me, and that he was leaving him. But he still cared for him. Steve was still his best friend, his brother. 
“Don’t do anything stupid ‘till I get back,” Steve said.
With that line, their memories flashed through my mind. 1942. The night before Bucky shipped off. 
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Everything was so different then. So much simpler. 
“How can I?” Bucky responded. “You’re taking all the stupid with you.” They hugged each other.
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“Gonna miss you, Buddy.”
“It’s gonna be okay, Buck.”
Steve looked at me, but I kept my gaze on the portal. I really didn’t want my emotions to get the best of me, and I knew that if I looked at him that I would lose it. I was still in love with the man. Him breaking off the engagement still hurt like hell. Steve came up to me and kissed my cheek, holding it there probably a little longer than he should have.
“Thank you, Bailey Stark,” he whispered in my ear. “For everything... I will always love you too.”
Steve then walked over to the portal and donned the quantum suit as he got onto it. My heart rate began to speed up. I reached out for Bucky’s metal hand, firmly grabbing it.
“How long is this gonna take?” Sam naively asked.
“For him? As long as he needs,” Bruce answered. “For us? Five seconds.” Steve picked up the case holding the stones and Mjolnir. “Ready, Cap?” He gave a nod, his eyes never leaving Bucky and I. “Alright. We’ll meet you back here, okay?”
“You bet,” Steve answered. 
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“Going quantum. Three, two, one…” Steve disappeared and I took in a deep breath, trying to not cry. Bucky gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “And returning in, five, four, three, two, one…” When Steve didn’t reappear, Bruce began to frantically look around the equipment. 
“Where is he?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know. He blew right by his time stamp. He should be here.”
I noticed that I was still feeling the other presence from earlier. Still holding onto Bucky’s hand, a turned a bit towards the presence I was feeling. I looked at the edge of the lake to see an old man sitting on a log. I immediately knew who it was. I tugged on Bucky’s arm to get his attention. I pointed to the old man as Sam and Bruce kept yelling about bringing Steve back.
“Sam,” Bucky demanded the man’s attention, still looking at the old man on the log. 
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The three of us walked over, Bucky never letting go of my hand. Bruce stayed behind, understanding that this was something just the three of us needed to do. The closer we got, the more it hit me why the presence felt so familiar. The three of us stopped a little ways behind the man.
“Go ahead,” Bucky urged Sam, with a small smile forming on his face. 
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Sam walked over. Completely recognizing the old man as his dear friend, Steve Rogers.
“Cap?” Sam wondered.
“Hi, Sam,” Steve looked over to his old friend.
“So did something go wrong, or did something go right?”
“Well, after I put the stones back, I thought… Maybe… I’ll try some of that life Tony was telling me to get.” 
I remembered that conversion from years ago, right after Ultron. The memory played through my mind before I could refocus on the scene in front of me.
“How did that work for you?”
“It was beautiful.”
“I’m happy for you. Truly.”
“Thank you.”
“Only thing bumming me out is the fact I have to live in a world without Captain America.”
“Oh.. That reminds me…” Steve pulled out a round leather case and unzipped it, revealing his shield. “Try it on.” 
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Sam looked over to Bucky, who nodded in approval, before trying it on. 
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“How’s it feel?”
“Like it’s someone else’s.”
“It isn’t.”
Sam tried to hold back his tears. “Thank you. I’ll do my best.”
“That’s why it’s yours.” Steve and Sam shook hands. 
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Those watching noticed the wedding band on his finger. 
“You wanna tell me about her?”
“No.” Steve smiled. “No, I don’t think I will.”
Images of a younger Steve, my Steve, and Peggy dancing in her living room flashed through my mind. Peggy was crying tears of joy. 
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The only thing that brought me out of it was Bucky giving my hand a squeeze.
“You keep going somewhere, doll,” he whispered, keeping his eyes on Steve who was looking out towards the lake. “Mind telling me where?”
“I’m sorry… He just… he did it… He got to be with Peggy…”
Bucky looked at me. I closed my eyes, trying so hard to stop the cascading tears. Bucky pulled me into him, allowing me to break into sobs into his chest. Steve and Sam turned towards us when they heard my cries.
“Bailey…” Steve stood up. 
I shook my head against Bucky’s chest. “I can’t do it, Buck…” I whispered. “I can’t talk to him… I’m not ready.”
“That’s okay.” Bucky quietly responded before speaking up to talk to Sam and Steve. “I’m going to take her to the house.”
The men nodded, knowing that it wasn’t worth trying to stop Bucky or me. Steve sadly watched as Bucky guided me into the house and into Pepper’s waiting arms. She saw some of it and noticed the older Steve, it didn’t take her long to put together what had happened. Once I was in Pepper’s loving care, Bucky walked back to his two friends.
“I’m happy for you pal,” he stated once he reached them. “I just wish that she didn’t have to pay the price.”
“I never stopped loving her, Bucky. And I always had an eye on her.”
“How is that suppose to help? You didn’t intervene when her parents decided to sell her to HYDRA. Or when she decided to runaway and ended up getting kidnapped. Or how about when she turned herself in. What use was watching her if you didn’t do anything to help her?” Steve simply sighed and looked away. “I can forgive you for leaving me. I understand it, a bit… But I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for leaving her. I’m sorry, Steve.”
“If I didn’t know better, I would say that you’ve started to have feelings for the girl,” Sam stated, looking directly at Bucky.
“I just care for her. She’s been through too much and deserves much better. I feel that I owe her one too… She forgave me for all I did to her and her family… Plus…” He turned back towards the house to faintly see me crying in Pepper’s arms through the window. “She lost her closest family… Natasha, Stark, and you.” He pointed to Steve. “She needs someone right now. And that someone might as well be me.”
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A Soul For A Soul
Or How Endgame Should Have Ended
By Shannon Brown
Bucky looked down at the ground in reserved sadness as Sam asked Bruce how long it would take to bring Steve back. The question stung bitterly at his heart because he knew Steve wasn't coming back. They had always said they would stick together until the end of the line, and today was that end.
He heard Bruce do the count down and waited for the others to gasp in surprise as Steve failed to materialize. And gasp they did, not because Steve failed to materialize, but because Natasha did, holding the shield.
Bruce and Sam ran to her, bombarding her with questions. She took no notice, only staring straight ahead, in shocked disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes and running down her cheeks in small waterfalls of sadness. She then collapsed to her knees, weeping uncontrollably. Bruce and Sam just stood dumbfounded while Bucky watched in grim acceptance.
* * *
So, this was Vormir. It looked as much as Steve thought it would - a desolate, hellscape. This was the last stop on his journey (in more ways than one). He walked up the precipice to two large, stone pillars. As he approached, a familiar voice spoke, "Welcome Steven, son of Sarah."
In shock and horror, Steve looked upon the spectral form of The Red Skull. It took all his inner strength to reign in the torrent of raging emotions he was feeling.
"So, Hell wouldn't have you either?" He quipped with barely concealed rage.
"The Universe had another punishment for me," he replied in an emotionless deadpan.
Steve held the stone out, glaring at his one time, most hated adversary.
Schmidt looked down at the stone and then back to Steve. "I know what you want Captain, and you can't have her."
"'A soul for a soul', that's what you told Clint. Well here's your God damn soul stone back. Now give me Nat back!" Steve said with an anger that would have terrified angels, but Schmidt remained unmoved.
"An everlasting exchange, is what I also said. Even if I were to allow it, you are not the one who made the exchange in the first place. You have no legal right in the celestial court to make the bargain."
Steve wanted to charge him, tear him apart, beat him until he gave him Nat. He started to step forward when he realized it would do no good. He would be literally punching at a ghost.
He looked down at the accursed stone, mockingly called the Soul Stone. He sighed in anguished defeat and then looked back to Schmidt.
"A soul for a soul," he said just on the verge of begging, tears streaming down his.
Schmidt nodded.
* * *
Nat stood in front of the temple like structure, Asian in appearance but yet different, containing an alien aspect to it. The sky was orange and her feet were covered by water.
"Is this Heaven? " she asked out loud.
"It is if you're here," a voice said from behind her, the voice of the man she loved, the voice of Steve Rogers.
She spun around in shock. "STEVE!?" she called out in a mixture of surprise, joy, and sadness, for if he was here, he too must be dead. And if he was dead, what did that imply for the rest of the mission?
"I couldn't leave my best girl behind could I? " he answered back in his typical good humor (although there was an undercurrent of sadness that couldn't be masked).
"What, what the hell happened?" she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"We won," he said, smiling and crying at the same time.
Natasha gasped and then ran to him. They embraced, cried, kissed, and just held each other.
"I'm merely returning the stone," he said after several minutes of them holding one another.
Natasha suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, a charge of electricity that soon ran throughout her entire body, making her want to shake. She pushed Steve away and looked at him in disbelief.
"Wait! Something doesn't add up here." She said in an almost panicked state. "I thought this was a final, permanent exchange. Are you telling me that you can bring me back just by returning the stone?"
Steve looked down, he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze.
"Steve! STEVE! Answer me dammit! Is it like that? Is that what's going on? "
"A soul for a soul," he quietly answered back, feeling ashamed and broken.
It was then Natasha realized, with horror, the full meaning of what Steve was saying.
"No. No,no,no,no,no! Don't! Don't you dare take this away from me. This was my choice, my sacrifice to make! This was my way to erase the red from my ledger! You. . . you, you ha-a-a-ve nooo right . . . . . to take this, " she couldn't finish, her throat choked with sobs of anguish.
Steve went to her, held her as tight as he could. "Nat," he said softly, "you erased the red a long time ago. You held The Avengers, hell, the whole world together for five years while I did nothing but sit on my ass, giving people empty advice I couldn't take myself."
"You gave people hope," she sobbed into his shoulder.
"Now it's time to give you life." He took a half step back, put his right index finger beneath her chin, and raised her head until their eyes met. "We won, the snap has been reversed. You know what that means. It's not just you I'm giving life to."
During their days on the run, the two had officially fallen in love (although the signs had always been there). During a stop in Wakanda, the two had talked to T'challa about if the advanced Wakandian technology could undo the sterilization that Nat had done to her. It could and it did. The vest Nat wore was to protect the life she was carrying inside her. Unfortunately it could not protect against the snap. As soon as it happened, she had felt the child within her disappear. The strain of losing a child on top of everything else was too much for them to bare; so they drifted apart.
"I can't do this alone," she quietly pleaded with him.
"You won't. You'll have Clint, Buck, Bruce, Sam, Wanda, Pepper, even Carol when she's not flying around the universe," he laughed at his stupid joke which caused her to laugh as well. Mission accomplished, he thought to himself. "And you'll have me. I'll be there, in spirit, don't even worry about that."
"I don't want to have you in spirit, I want to have you in real life," she said bitterly.
"Somethings are just meant not to be. We had what we had when we had it and nothing can take that away from us."
"It wasn't long enough."
"It never is."
With that, they hugged and kissed and exchanged final words.
* * *
Natasha sat by the lake, her baby bump visually showing by now. It was a different world now. But then, isn't always a different world? Nothing ever lasts. Then again, as Vision once said, a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts. Time runs out on all things eventually. All anyone can do is love in the moment and appreciate what was when it was gone.
She felt a kick and rubbed her stomach with a smile. Steve was gone, but she had their child, James, James Rogers. Steve said we didn't trade lives, but he did, we all do. Just to eat, even if you're a vegan, you're still trading a life for a life (the life of a plant to sustain your own). Of course he knew that back in 45 when he plunged that plane into the ocean.
"Hey, you ready?" She heard Clint shout from behind her. She got up and saw him standing with her suitcases. She was going to be staying with him and his family for a while.
"Coming," she called back. It was time for her to move on and get a life.
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Analogical; 22 - Jealous; 15 - “If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought.” 💜
Low-key freaking out right now 😂. Hope you like it ❤
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Jealous
Logan's heart rate had elevated quite above its normal levek in the past few minutes. Why?
Virgil was sitting beside him, listening to music. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted upwards, a ghost of a smile gracing his normally smug or anxious face.
Not only that, but their knees were just barely touching. Admittedly, Logan had moved his leg to accomplish this, but the contact exhilarated him nonetheless. The fact that Virgil was oblivious to Logan's, as Roman called it, gay panic was both a blessing and a curse.
Virgil's head shot up as a shout and the sound of something hitting a hard surface reached their ears. He leaped off the couch and sprinted towards the clamor. Logan ran after him, heart racing for an entirely different reason than before. When they reached the stairs, Patton was pulling himself to his feet. "Dad," Virgil cried. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Patton said. "Just tripped a little. It was honestly a let down." He flinched as he put weight on his foot.
"Let me help you," Virgil said, placing a gentle arm around Patton's waist and putting the other man's arm around his shoulders. As worried as he was for Patton's wellbeing, Logan's heart twisted at the contact. With the twisting came a stab of guilt over not focusing entirely on Patton.
Ugh. Feelings.
"Your glasses," Virgil gasped. Logan spotted Patton's Warby Parker's and walked over to them. He set Patton's glasses on his face. Patton smiled at him.
"Thanks, Lo," he said.
"You're welcome. Are you alright?"
"Fit as a fiddle! You two really don't need to worry."
"Patton, you just fell down the stairs! You could have broken a bone, or multiple bones, or God-forbid your neck! You could have died or been paralyzed, or...."
Logan walked away as Patton tried to reassure a rambling Virgil. If he wanted to smother Patton with attention, that was fine. Logan was just in the way.
***
It turns out,Patton mildly sprained his ankle. Which meant that Virgil spent every waking hour fussing over him. Whenever he wasn't running for food or ice for Patton, he was sitting by Patton's side, laughing at his jokes and making sure he was okay. There were no more debates, no more knee touches full of electricity, no more watching Virgil bop with his hood up while Logan rapped. And yes, he saw that. It made his heart figuratively explode with joy.
"Logan!" Logan turned to see Patton waving at him, alone for once. "Come sit with me! You've been holed up in your room for days. I was getting worried." Logan felt another stab of guilt. He had retreated to his room to avoid watching Virgil and Patton interact.
"I'm the last thing you should be worried about, Patton," he said, sitting down beside him. "But it's nice to know that at least someone cares about my whereabouts." Patton tilted his head to the side.
"What do you mean by that, Logie?" Logan sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into the couch.
"It's... Virgil. He's amusing, witty, intelligent, and the way he gets when he listens to music.... He's simply amazing. I'm lucky to even know him. I just.... I just wish he would give me half the attention and affection he gives you." Logan opened his eyes to see Patton grinning like a madman. "What?"
"Roman owes me 50 bucks."
"Did you bet on Virgil and I?"
"Only on who would admit they like the other first."
"You mean Virgil likes me?"
"Yup!" Logan stood up.
"Thank you, Patton. I'm afraid I have some private business to attend to. I'll see you later."
***
Despite the conversation he'd had with Patton and his plan to confess his feelings to Virgil, dinner was still unbearable. Virgil would ask Patton how his ankle felt every. Five. Seconds. Patton kept insisting it was fine, glancing at Logan nervously. And the way Virgil looked at Patton with the utmost concern.... Logan desperately wanted those gorgeous eyes on him. He couldn't take the twisting jealousy anymore.
"Virgil, may I have a word with you," Logan asked abruptly. Virgil blinked once, then shrugged.
"Sure." Roman mouthed it's happening at Patton as Virgil got up and left the room with Logan. "What do you need, Pocket Protector," Virgil asked.
And that was all it took for his plan to figuratively go out the window. Logan grabbed Virgil by the front of his jacket and pressed a rough kiss to his mouth. When he pulled away, Virgil was staring at him in shock.
"I-I'm sorry," Logan said.
"Logan...." Virgil didn't say anything else. His eyes were wide, and Logan could tell he was scrambling for something to say. He felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"If you don't have feelings for me, just say so," he begged. "Please, just say something." Virgil shook his head. His mouth was opening and closing in a way that would be comical if Logan didn't feel awful. He turned and ran up to his room, wiping away the tears.
He curled up in bed and pressed a pillow to his face, screaming. Patton was wrong. There was no way Virgil could like him. Not when Patton was all he saw.
***
Logan woke up with a headache. His face felt hot and sticky from crying. He sat up and looked at his clock. It was a little after midnight, but more important than the time, there was a spoon and a jar of Crofter's beside it. Logan grabbed both items. When he went to open the jar, he saw a post-it note with Virgil's impeccable handwriting on the lid.
Hey, Pocket Protector,
I heard you yelling at Roman for eating your last jar,so I got you more. I put the rest in the cabinet. You didn't eat much at dinner, so I figured you would need this when you woke up.
--Virge
PS. If you think I don't feel anything for you, you're more stupid than I thought.
Logan smiled and opened the jam. Maybe it was silly of him to be so jealous.
And, in the darkness that is between the walls, Janus high fived himself. His devious plan had worked.
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What Is This Feeling So Sudden And New?: Chapter 4
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Pairing: Richie x Eddie Word Count: 1613 Warnings: Swearing, allusion to suicide (blink and you’ll miss it)
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Masterlist
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Eddie was sitting with Bill in his dorm listening to Bill drone on about his wedding plans. It’s not like it was boring or anything but the wedding did serve as an unwelcome reminder to how painfully single Eddie was.
“Oh we’ve found the most beautiful venue” Bill said wistfully “and the menu’s been finalised-”
“Oh dear God let it be salmon” Eddie said sarcastically.
“It is salmon!” Bill exclaimed not picked up Eddie’s sarcastic tone.
“Yay” Eddie said half-heartedly.
“And there’s something else…” Bill said softly “Stan and I have talked and we would love it if you could be my man of honour.” Eddie sat there blinking.
“Are you happy?” Bill asked uncertain.
“I’m thrilled” Eddie said breaking out into a massive grin “it is a dream fulfilled. But you must understand if you throw a bouquet at me I will throw a bottle back.”
“Point taken” Bill said.
“So who’s Stan’s best man?” Eddie asked.
………………………………..
“So I have to make a speech?” Richie asked Stan.
“Is that alright?” He replied.
“Fine, it’s your funeral” Richie joked.
“You know I prefer to think of it as more of a day of joy and celebration” Stan said sarcastically.
“I know” Richie said smiling at his best friend “I’d love to do it, of course I would.”
“Thanks Rich” Stan replied. A knock at the door was heard. “That’ll be the future mister.” Stan opened the door and in walked Eddie and Bill. Bill gave Stan a quick peck on the lips while Eddie and Richie stood and watched awkwardly.
“Bad hair day?” Richie asked Eddie. There was nothing wrong with Eddie’s hair he just couldn’t resist the urge to jab at him.
“Bad face day?” Eddie snipped.
“That is a low blow!” Richie snapped back. Bill and Stan looked at bickering pair and sighed.
“Still think that it is a great idea to have these two in the wedding party?” Stan whispered.
“There must be something you can do Stan?” Bill asked.
“Me? Why are you asking me?” Stan asked.
“This is your wedding too” Bill said crossing his arms.
“Okay” Stan sighed “I’ll think of something…”
……………...
Richie was sitting in a little booth at Starbucks sipping him caramel frappe while working on an assignment for his class. Suddenly he heard a pair of familiar voices enter. Richie looked up to see Bill and Stan enter the store. Richie thought about saying hi but decided against it as he still had an awful lot of work to be done and the two were probably on a date or something and didn’t want to be disturbed.
“You know in many ways I blame myself” Bill said to Stan “I should’ve never asked Eddie to move in with Richie knowing how he feels about him.” Richie’s ears perked up at this. He knew eavesdropping was bad but he couldn’t help himself.
“It’s not your fault Bill” Stan said.
“No” Bill said “it’s my fault for meddling. I thought that if I put them together he’d finally see what an idiot he’s been. But know the whole wedding is in jeopardy.”  Stan covered his mouth trying not to laugh, he knew this plan was a bit mean but if it stopped those two from fighting then so be it.
“What did he say to you?” Stan asked.
“Same as he said to you. That he loves him more than life itself.” Richie, out of shock, drew a sharp breath and began to choke on his caramel frappe. Bill and Stan heard this and tried to muffle their laughter as best they could. Richie couldn’t believe what he was hearing there was no way that that vile, short tempered man who couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him for longer than a minute was in love with him.
“How strange!” Stan said “when outwardly he appears to hate him so much.”
“That’s just a front” Bill replied “trust me he worships him, it’s all he ever talks about.”
“I see” Stan said “so his apparent hostility is just a persona he uses to hide the romantic nature of his true feelings towards Richie.”
“Pretty much” Bill shrugged. Richie sat still eyes wide trying to process what he was hearing.
“So why hasn’t he said something?” Stan asked.
“What’s the point?” Bill said “you know what a clown Richie is. He’ll just laugh at him and bang on about how he needs his space.” Richie scoffed.
“I love Richie” Stan said “but at the end of the day he’s just not that bright.”
‘Geez thanks Stan’ Richie thought.
“But I think he’s mad not to see it” Stan continued “Eddie’s smart, he’s funny, he’s incredibly intelligent.”
“About everything except loving Richie” Bill chimed in.
“And he’s very attractive” Stan added causing Bill to slap him.
“So what are we gonna do?” Bill asked.
“I mean we’ve got to do something” Stan said.
“Yes, I mean he’s drinking all the time, bursting into tears, every time I see him it’s all ‘what am I going to do? I love him so much.’” Bill said.
“I heard he’s thinking about leaving the wedding.”
“No!” Bill cried “he can’t do that. He’s my best friend and I want him to be a part of our special day.”
“But he’s very unhappy Bill” Stan said pouting causing Bill to giggle. “I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if he… no it doesn’t matter.”
“No go on” Bill encouraged.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been thinking about doing something stupid” Stan said. Richie was in shock, surely not the Eddie he knew.
“Well that’s it! I’m going to have to tell Richie” Bill decreed.
“No you mustn’t” Stan said “he’d rather die than show how he truly feels.”
“So what do I do?” Bill asked.
“Just wait and hope that Richie comes to his senses” Stan said. Richie deciding that he had heard enough got up and left, making sure to keep his head down so that Bill and Stan couldn’t see him. Once Richie had left Stan and Bill hi-fived.
“Phase one of plan Reddie is complete” Stan said “Now for phase two.”
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Richie couldn’t do any more work when he arrived at his dorm. He just laid in his bed staring at the celling. He just thought about Eddie. He didn’t seem to be experiencing any emotional turmoil but Richie supposed that that was the point to not show any pain on the outside and to keep it bottled up on the inside.
‘Come to think about it, it does make a lot of sense’ Richie thought ‘the hostility and everything. That’s why we can never be friends. It’s just too painful for him… Well, I suppose I’ll just have to love him back. Yeah there’ll be some fun at my expense of course, but a person’s allowed to change his mind as he matures. Love’s just one of those things a man grows into like jazz and olives, and I’m not going to let a few sarcastic remarks change the way I feel. After all the world must be peopled. When I said I’d die a bachelor I didn’t realise that I would live this long. And there’s no denying that he’s a very attractive man. Talented, funny, kind… Well he’s not kind but he’s so smart, so intelligent. About everything except loving me. The trick is to not change my behaviour, not to appear proud or arrogant about the fact that he’s obsessed with me. The trick is to be very cool and suave about the whole thing-’
Richie’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud knocking. “Who is it?” Richie called.
“It’s me” Eddie said “I forgot my keys can you let me in? I need to grab my backpack I forgot it this morning” Richie went into a mild state of panic.
“Um just making myself decent” Richie called trying to calm himself. He grabbed Eddie’s backpack off his bed.
“Can I wait that long?” Eddie sighed.
Richie swung open the door. “Can I wait that long” Richie laughed awkwardly “you’re incredible. Really you are. Here’s your backpack.” Richie passed Eddie his backpack and Eddie blinked confused at what Richie was doing
“Right…Stan said to meet him at his dorm at eight for your buck’s night” Eddie said.
“Eddie, thank you so much” Richie said.
“For what exactly?” Eddie asked confused at what the hell Richie was going on about.
“Oh you know, making the effort” Richie replied.
“If it had been any effort I wouldn’t have bothered.”
“Well still… thank you very much all the same.”
“You feeling alright?” Eddie asked confused at Richie’s unusual behaviour.
“Of course. Why?”
“You’re sweating… more than usual…” Eddie sniffed “and that smell…”
“Just aftershave” Richie said.
“Smells like a photo lab. What are you actually doing in there anyway?” Eddie asked looking past Richie into the dorm room. Eddie gasped “it’s not someone is it? Come on out sweetheart, don’t be ashamed!” Eddie called into the room.
Richie laughed “what would I be doing with someone else?’
“Richie, I don’t care. You can do what you like” Eddie said.
“Oh right” Richie said smirking “I see.”
Eddie’s eyes narrowed “what’s that look supposed to mean?”
“What look?”
Eddie pulled a face “that look.”
“Oh nothing. Nothing at all” Richie gave Eddie a wink.
Eddie paused. “Are you smoking crack?”
“No. You know just high on… life” Richie replied. Eddie walked away trying to process the odd interaction he’d just had with his roommate. Richie shut the door and lent back against it. “Oh shit” Richie whispered “I am horribly in love with him.”
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Queen City Flash Broke Into Our Hearts with Killjoy, Ohio at Cincy Fringe
We were going to pick our jaws up off the floor but they disappeared.
By Ricky and Dana Young-Howze
Cincinnati Fringe
The buzz around this show was deafening when Dana and I first started the Cincy Fringe almost two weeks ago. And one thing that we will say starting out is that Queen City Flash’s social media game was a far cry ahead of everyone else. So when we first opened up on a handheld camera panning over the credits we didn’t know what was in store for us but we did get this epic vibe…a camera is walking down the hall and into a closet and then two faces show up on the screen. And then it started with words that will live in infamy with Dana and me forever: “Do you want to tell a story”?
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That slow walk to the closet and our glimpse that Trey Tatum was alone in there was a very important step. It's reminiscent of how a magician shows us the “Cabinet of Mystery” is empty before “Wanda the Weirdo” steps out of it. It is important that we are reminded that these two actors are alone in separate houses while performing. Why? Because with what you're going to see in the next hour will either seem like cheating or straight up witchcraft if you didn't.
And so the show started…
My word…
Dana and I were stunned silent. They were able to weave a story that caught your attention from the first walk down Route 666. And all of a sudden this little zoom play went off and something unexpected occurred. They had stage lights! Freaking lights and colored washes behind them! What right do these guys have being both good and putting a conflabbed color wash in a Zoom play!?!
And that's not all they had. Through uses of lighting effects, filters in front of the camera, and using duplicate props and tricks to make it look like they're passing things to each other they created this kind of magic realism that makes you totally forget that they're in separate houses. Your mind can't even fathom that they're more than three feet away from each other. Because if they aren't your brain will explode from the cognitive dissonance!
Trey Tatum and Jordan Trovillion have a crazy rapport which is great because their timing has got to be spot on. Because not only does Tatum have to grab a phone on his side at the exact moment that Trovillion is handing out a phone until it is out of frame where she can drop it, there's a moment when Jordan is tossing him keys and it's just amazing as he actually catches a set of keys that are tossed his way. You know there's a simple answer but your only thought is “this is totally witchcraft”.
And all of a sudden you’re seeing details from them that a normal audience would miss. They can hold things up to the camera. They can do tiny little things that were usually too intimate for even the smallest black box. This means the show is very special. We’re being treated to something genuinely special that we may never see in the same way again. And these two and their director Bridget Leak deserve a ribbon for daring to go there and lay down the gauntlet.
And then there are all the little threads that get set up in the beginning and brought around full circle. I'm not a huge fan of extra complicated exposition but it's a credit to Tatum's craft as a playwright. So when you hear about ice cream cones, sex cults, and postcards each of those places come back to pay off for you in a very strange way!
Even the most random side quests pay off at the end. We have a bet that the lost “silver bracelet” they talk about in a random monologue is different every time and they have a blank in the script to work it in when the time comes. (If that's not the case let Dana down gently we have five bucks riding on this).
And it also had the audacity to be touching. We make a joke because it is easy to make me cry watching a show. I cry at the drop of a hat. But when you get Dana tearing up you have a real winner on your hands. She never cries and she was reaching for tissues with this one.
We got so emotionally invested. They built characters so quickly that we immediately bought into them. And we hands down celebrate that Jordan and Trey don't get together at the end of this! We're so tired of Manic Pixie Dream Girl seductresses and we were afraid of that the minute that she broke into his house and started being witty. So happy to be disappointed in that regard.
This show is the proof that going to the Fringe is about the nuggets of gold shows like this. This is the diamond in the rough that you go to Fringe's for because you’ll never find them anywhere else! They have no right being this good. Now we're not saying that other Fringe Shows weren't equally as good but something about this play caught us off guard.
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It's a very heavy play for being so light-hearted. There's a lot of themes packed into this: Love, joy, friendship, camaraderie, loss. But those are the best plays. They make you laugh, cry, punch a wall, maybe all three but in the end you get this release. We got a true catharsis with this piece.
And now it's your turn to get some of your own! Go to their ticket page and see this show for yourself! And of course tell us how you liked it on our social media.
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I Need to Talk About “Avengers: Endgame”
WARNING: THIS WILL BE VERY SPOILER-Y!
PLEASE, IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE, DO NOT READ THE SPOILERS!
IT’S SO HARD TO STAY AWAY WHEN YOU’RE CURIOUS AS HELL, BUT PLEASE DON’T LOOK AT THESE SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE!
SPOILERS WILL BE BELOW THE CUT, SO IF YOU DON’T TURN AWAY NOW, I CAN’T BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE SPOILERS YOU WILL SEE!
THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!
OK!
I have an actual metric fuckton of stuff to say about this movie-too much, really. I won’t be able to hold it together for even a part of it, since I cried like a baby throughout 90% of this movie. I have a lot of words and a lot of emotions. Walking into this movie, I had a lot of theories. Some of them were true, and others were not. Some of them, I wished I had been wrong about. I steered clear of all spoilers, dropping off the face of the world once I heard that a leak happened, and I’m somewhat relieved that I can be back. It’s not gonna be the same, though. Never.
I’ve only seen the movie three times so far (I had to edit this twice while writing this reaction, ngl), so I’m definitely still missing some shit. I just haven’t been able to keep myself collected for long enough to write it all. I’m definitely going to see it again tomorrow, which is like opening a gaping wound and pouring salt, vinegar, alcohol, and tears into it. Why do I do this?
So, here it goes. It won’t be in order, but I’m just writing it down as it comes back to me (while listening to the Avengers Theme because I need to cry for a bit longer, I guess).
I was a bit upset that the movie didn’t open with the original Marvel fanfare. I was angry until I cried for the first time in the movie, which happened a mere 3 minutes in.
Clint’s. Fucking. Family.
When he starts running around, yelling for them, I was absolutely gutted. It felt like someone drove a knife into my back.
The Russo Bros.
JESUS. CHRIST. GIVE. THIS. MAN. A. BREAK.
GIVE. ME. A. BREAK.
Tony’s physical state in space was absolutely mind-boggling. I was crushed just seeing him like that, like a little skeleton man. I’m realizing as I write this that I can’t even think about Tony right now. Nope.
No.
Anyway, now that I’m crying, I might as well keep crying.
Nebula lifting Tony up into the seat like he’s a small child. YES, GIVE THIS MAN ALL THE LOVE AND CARE IN THE WORLD! HE DESERVES EVERYTHING GOOD! DON’T TOUCH ME, I’M CRYING!
When that little light hit Tony’s face, I was like, “CAROL! IT’S MY GIRL! WHAT A GODDESS!” and the entire theater erupted with applause. I was so happy I wasn’t stuck with a theater full of people with sticks in places they shouldn’t be.
STEVE SPRINTING UP TO TONY WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL, TOUCHING, WONDERFUL MOMENT, BUT THEN, THESE TWO FUCKERS FIGHT AGAIN LIKE 2 SECONDS LATER! DON’T TAKE MY LITTLE SHREDS OF HAPPINESS AWAY FROM ME, MARVEL, FFS!
“I lost the kid” -Tony, making me want to vomit because of the sheer emotions.
Pepperony reunion was beautiful. I cried. Everyone cried. Not everyone. Me and a few other people.
Tony losing his shit on Steve left me gutted. I just wanted everything to be okay between them, especially since both of them came so close to dying.
“I needed you!” -Tony, 2k19
“I need you two to get along” -Me, 2k19
“Up until this moment, I thought you were a Build-a-Bear” -Tony to Rocket, and the theater erupted in laughter. The Russo’s were trying to butter us up with as much funny shit in the first half as they could because THEY KNEW WHAT WAS COMING, AND NO ONE ELSE DID!
When I saw Carol’s tears in her eyes upon seeing Nick Fury’s picture as one of the vanished, I...ugh. No. I’m feeling a lot again.
She was so ready to kick some purple ass, and I was like “YAAAASSSS, KWEEN! Kill the evil grape!”
The fact that we saw the jump in the reflection of Steve’s eyes, my heart fluttered. What a beautiful...whoa. I was...the EYELASHES?! HeLp!
WHEN THANOS GOT HIS NOGGIN CHOPPED CLEAN OFF, THE WHOLE AUDIENCE LOST IT, BUT WE KNEW IT WOULDN’T BE THE END OF THANOS. The cheers were full of joy and also a bit of fear for what would come.
“I went for the head” -Thor, 2k19
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Even though, I was fully committed to this movie, when the “five years later” faded onto the screen, I couldn’t help but read it in a Spongebob Narrator voice. OOPS!
Steve trying to be a little optimist in the absolute worst circumstances...ugh!
Joe Russo’s cameo. I was like, “yaaaasss, represent the LGBTQ+ audience” but I was also like, “you’re gonna kill me in this movie, aren’t you?” AND THE SECOND TIME I WATCHED IT, WHEN PEOPLE CHEERED BECAUSE OF HIM IN THAT SCENE, I JUST SAT THERE WITH MY ARMS CROSSED LIKE AN ANGRY BABY! I KNEW WHAT WAS COMING! I KNEW THAT HE WAS GOING TO STAB ME STRAIGHT THROUGH MY FUCKING HEART IN A LITTLE WHILE! The second time around, I was more excited to see Jim Starlin in that scene.
CAROL’S HAIRCUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seeing Natasha cry over Clint’s disappearance was...rough. 10/10 don’t like seeing my heroes cry because it turns me into an actual blubbering mess. Natasha was a strong, fierce, incredible warrior goddess, and to see her crumble over the stress was both so incredibly realistic but also heart-wrenching. She has done such a good job holding it together in the worst circumstances throughout these movies, but now we get to see her as just as vulnerable as anyone else. Natasha was a gem, and SHE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER. I NEED TISSUES. I’M CRYING!
On a side note: I love that new hair she’s rocking, ngl.
“I tell people to move on; some do, but not us” *chills*
I’m upset that the peanut butter sandwich wasn’t credited and had no appearances in the trailer. It played such a pivotal role. First, it was Nat’s. Then, Nat tried to pass it off to Steve. Then, Scott practically fell in love with it.
Scott, looking at that peanut butter sandwich:
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While we’re talking about Scott Lang, I have to say that a lot of us in the theater cried like little tiny babies, when Scott and Cassie finally saw each other again. Five hours passed for him, but his daughter aged five entire years. That was heart-wrenching and also such a happy scene.
TONY STARK FINALLY HAD SOME HAPPINESS! HE MARRIED PEPPER, AND THEY HAD A DAUGHTER, MORGAN! I CAN’T! DON’T TOUCH ME!
Professor Hulk was both really unsettling, really funny, and everything that I wanted. I didn’t really know whether to laugh or cringe a little bit. It was really well done, and it made for some laughs, but ngl, I was a bit...disturbed by it.
The picture scene. Scott is just...the most relatable.
“Take the goddamn phone” -Scott Lang, leaving myself and the rest of the theater in stitches.
“Shit” -Tony Stark, 2k19
“Shit” -Morgan Stark, 2k19
Tony = Parenting Goals, leave me alone.
“I love you 3000” -Morgan Stark being the sweetest little peanut in the history of all things. Someone protect her LIKE THEY SHOULD’VE PROTECTED TONY! HELP, I’M CRYING AGAIN!
“But would you be able to rest?” -PEPPER GODDAMN POTTS, KNOWING THAT WE’RE GONNA EXPERIENCE THE WORST PAIN IN MERE HOURS!
*ahem*
Scott’s transformation between adult, child, old, baby, and back to adult was funny af. Every person in the theater lost their shit during that scene.
“Someone peed my pants” -Scott Lang...legendary
Steven Grant Rogers in THOSE pants. We all know which ones I’m talking about. The ones he wears when he walks outside the facility and is greeted by Tony Stark. I needed an inhaler because it took my breath away. Wow.
TONY GIVING STEVE HIS SHIELD BACK REPAIRED MY SHATTERED HEART AND CLEARED UP MY SKIN.
Scott sitting outside with his little taco, only to have it blown away thanks to Rocket and Nebula, OH LORD HELP ME! I nearly pissed myself, I was laughing so hard. Then, when Professor Hulk walks by and hands him a taco with this big ass green hand, everyone went from “lol” to “awwwww” like he was some giant green puppy!
Nebula throwing serious shade at Scott! LIFE!
“What’s up, Regular-Sized Man?” -Rhodey, coming in for the kill.
Prof. Hulk riding in the back of the truck with his thicc ass, the theater erupted.
VALKYRIE! WHEN IT PANNED OVER TO HER, EVERY SINGLE TIME I’VE SEEN IT, THE THEATER WENT FUCKING BUCK WILD! PEOPLE LOVE HER! I LOVE HER! I WOULD MARRY THIS FUCKING GODDESS!
Thor.
Wow.
Whoa.
Huh.
Like, when it showed him, I laughed because...it’s still the God of a man, Chris Hemsworth. At the same time, though, it made me so goddamn sad. The audience didn’t always know whether it was right to laugh or get a bit emotional about it. He feels like he failed his people and the entire universe. That’s a lot of guilt on his shoulders, and we know where this guilt REALLY belongs.
Peter.
Quill.
STAR
DUDE
HE IS A LORD NO LONGER!
Like, I love you, but this is on you, homeboy.
MEEK AND KORG!
When Prof. Hulk mentions Thanos, and Thor gets really quiet and teary-eyed, I couldn’t help but getting emotional about it. He feels like such a failure, and that’s heartbreaking.
He...is using Stormbreaker...as a bottle opener...wtf, Thor?!
“There’s booze” -Rocket
And that was the line that convinced Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder, the King of Asgard to join up with his team again and kick some ass. Really. I’m not lying. This is the true motivation for my dude, Thor. Wow.
“Jane put her hand in a rock, and the stone put itself into her” -Thor, 2k19
*THE THEATER LOSES IT*
Rhodey motioning what he wanted to do to baby Thanos was one of the funniest bits in the movie. I almost puked, I laughed so hard, and then the reaction he got from the other characters. Oh shit!
“See you in a minute” -Natasha to Steve, and the second time I watched it, I lost my goddamn mind. The people next to me were probably like “wtf is gonna happen?” because they knew I had seen it the previous night during the premiere. So when Nat is doing her little “hahaha, I’ll see you in a second” I was just over there dying, trying to hold back my gross sobs. Like I’m doing right now.
I can’t see the keyboard.
Seeing a different view of the Battle of New York was fucking stellar. I was dead. I knew that this was the moment I would get to see Loki being Loki. Wow. Much anticipation.
Prof. Hulk having to pretend to Hulk out left me shook. I couldn’t hear the movie because of the audience laughter.
Bruce and the Ancient One was a great little duo, and I would honestly pay to see Tilda Swinton just interacting with my favorite heroes all day.
“That suit was doing nothing for your ass” -Tony
“As far as I’m concerned, that’s America’s Ass!” -Scott, speaking on behalf of everyone in the universe.
LOKI IMITATING STEVE WAS A BEAUTIFUL CALLBACK TO “THOR: THE DARK WORLD” AND I LOST IT. I LOST IT AND COULDN’T FIND IT FOR A HOT MINUTE! Then, Thor just slaps that Asgardian “shut the fuck up” mouthpiece on him, and I don’t get to hear Tom Hiddleston’s silken waterfall of a voice again throughout the movie. Who approved this? Like, I enjoy knowing that there was a reason behind said mouthpiece, and it was because Loki couldn’t stop running his mouth, but I just...I wanted more of Loki than I got.
Hulk getting mad about taking the stairs. That was a mood and a half.
When Steve got into the elevator, I was low-key hoping for another can of whoopass like in “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” but what I got was even. fucking. Better.
Hearing Cap say “Hail Hydra” was just as bone-chilling as when I read it in the Captain America: Steve Rogers issue a while back. It was pretty intense hearing him say it, but I thought it was a cool hint to the comic. It gave me chills, but it was also…
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Alexander Pierce, ugh! Listen, Robert Redford has always been-and will always be-a stone cold fox, but Secretary Pierce is the #worst. No one likes him. Seeing all these “long lost” characters was such a nice send-off for our heroes. This was the end of a decade-long saga, and this truly felt like a fan-service movie with a lot of heartbreaking moments that we didn’t want as well.
Seeing Tony have that cardiac dysrhythmia was not my favorite thing, but it was much easier than seeing...the INCIDENT AT THE END THAT SHATTERED MY UNIVERSE!
Loki’s eyes following the case when Ant-Man kicked it away left me cackling in my seat. Every time I’ve watched it, it was hilarious. Idgaf, every single time Tom Hiddleston is on that screen, he steals the show, even when he can’t speak.
God.
That man.
Help.
Hulk busting out of the stairwell and hitting Tony across the fucking room was hilarious.
Then, this little shit, Loki, picks up the tesseract and yeets himself right outta the movie like he was never there to begin with. We don’t see him another goddamn time. I was low-key hoping that Thor could’ve found a way to be in on the plan to get the tesseract so that he could’ve seen Loki one more time, but whatever. I’m not in charge of anything ever.
Like, we’ve gotten to see him as Loki for like a cumulative 4 minutes in two entire movies. How rude.
STEVE RUNNING INTO STEVE!
AND THAT FIGHT SCENE!
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I was all kinds of whoa.
Me during that scene:
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“That is America’s ass” -Steve Rogers, 2k19 or...2k12…? Help.
Steve and Tony going back in time to the 70’s was all kinds of tears. Like, Tony getting to see his dad got me all choked up. AND HOWARD’S LIKE “THERE’S NOTHING I WOULDN’T DO FOR HIM” AND I’M JUST CONFLICTED BECAUSE TONY SUFFERED BECAUSE OF HIS DAD, BUT I DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ANYMORE!
And when I saw Steve grab four of those vials of Pym particles, I was like “HONEY, YOU KNOW GODDAMN WELL YOU DON’T NEED THAT MANY! PUT IT BACK! DON’T BE LIKE THIS!” I felt like a mother in the candy aisle with a free range toddler.
Listen.
Now, here’s a question.
HOW.
THE FUCK.
DID PEGGY CARTER.
NOT SEE.
HER MAIN MAN.
STEVE.
AMERICA.
ROGERS.
????????????????????????????
Steve’s there like:
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And my girl, Peggy, is just:
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Completely oblivious.
Whatever.
1970′S JARVIS! FUCK ME UP!
Tony giving this “stranger” a hug after having a quick chat with him on an elevator was hilarious because Howard had no idea what the shit was going on.
Honestly, Nebula’s trip to Morag with Rhodey was nice and all, but I wasn’t as invested in it because I knew that it would tie into Thanos, and it did. I was just sick of seeing this purple nutsack-having face. I was done with him. THEN I HAD TO SEE PETER QUILL AGAIN, AND I WAS READY TO PUNCH A HOLE IN THE SCREEN BECAUSE I’M STILL MAD ABOUT INFINITY WAR! I will blame him for this until I die.
And then we get Nebula 1.0 meeting Nebula 2.0, and I was 10/10 uncomfortable. Not a fan. Not a fan at all. Negative fan.
Thor talking to his mom made me cry. Frigga is the goddess Asgard needed but not the one it deserved. AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
When I realized that Steve, Tony, and Scott went to NYC, Nebula and Rhodey went to Morag, Thor and Rocket went to Asgard, I knew. I knew that shit was about to go down on Vormir. I already knew that someone was going to die in order to get the Soul Stone, but I didn’t want to think about who it was going to be. AND WHEN I SAW IT, I WANTED TO FUCK RIGHT OFF OUT OF THERE. NO THANK YOU!
I knew that Clint and Nat would want to sacrifice their own lives to keep the other from doing it, and they’re two of my favorite characters in the MCU, far above many of the newcomers. They’ve been around since the beginning, and I have an even deeper connection with Nat because I could identify with her as a woman. She didn’t have superpowers, but she wasn’t the damsel in distress, and I found a lot of power in that.
That entire scene had me on the very edge of my seat, and it left everyone else in the theater the same way. Even going back to watch it, I’m still on the edge of my seat, even though I know what happens. The first time around, I didn’t know who it was going to be, who was going to sacrifice themselves for the Soul Stone, and I gasping for air every time one of them made a break for the edge of the cliff thing.
Thinking about that scene still gives me chills. Thinking about how Clint was holding onto her arm as tightly as he could and nat was sitting there, not even trying to hold on. Ugh. It makes me so fucking emotional. I don’t give a fuck. Natasha went out a fucking hero. She sacrificed herself for the greater good, knowingly. I know a lot of people are like, “they did her dirty” but I prefer this death to one at the hands of Thanos. She sacrificed for something she loves: her team, her family. She sacrificed so that Clint wouldn’t have to, so that he could be with his family when they were brought back. The MCU did Natasha dirty by not giving her a movie earlier on, but this death was selfless and heroic, just like Natasha. She died a hero, and no one can change my mind on that.
I’m crying.
Wait.
Ok, so seeing Clint break down and cry was not my favorite thing.
AND THEN THEY GET BACK, AND EVERYONE IS SO FUCKING SAD ABOUT NATASHA’S DEATH! SAME! LET’S BE SAD TOGETHER!
Steve cries: mood.
Hulk throws shit: mood.
So, gauntlet 2.0 is built, and Prof. Hulk puts that shit on and ruins himself. Good job!
Nebula 1.0, who is pretending to be Nebula 2.0, brings Thanos to the future, which is not the best. I was just in shock by the amount of fuckery going on. Like, I didn’t understand any of the time stuff, and if anyone claims they did, they’re lying. Or they’re smart.
Prof. Hulk reverse snaps his fingers, and everything is good again! Birds are chirping, Laura’s calling for Clint, the sun is shining, Thanos’ ship is shooting at the Avengers facility, and he’s being a little prick. Everything’s back to normal.
I was low-key nervous that Hulk, Rocket, and Rhodey were gonna drown under the rubble of the facility, and I was not impressed. But when Scott was like, “yo, I’m on my way,” I was ready for snack-sized Ant-Man to go full on King-Sized Ant-Man again. I was ready.
Thanos sitting outside on a rock, looking like he was ready to kick puppies or some shit. He just wants to be the worst version of himself, I swear to butt!
Thor, Tony, and Steve fighting Thanos was what I signed up for. Like, Clint’s doing the hundred meter dash beneath the facility, and he’s being chased by weight lizard/gorilla/alien hybrids. Then, we have the holy trinity putting Thanos in his place.
Wild.
STEVE.
ROGERS.
CAPTAIN.
AMERICA.
WIELDING.
MJOLNIR.
WAS.
EVERYTHING.
CHANGE.
MY.
MIND.
As soon as that hammer lifted up off the ground, gasps could be heard all throughout the theater. I heard people gasping halfway around the world. People woke up from REM sleep just to gasp. They didn’t know what they were gasping about, but they felt the power of what was happening. I died but was resurrected just to continue gasping.
When Mjolnir was thrown and bounced back only to show that it was thrown by Steve, THE THEATER SCREAMED SO GODDAMN LOUD THAT WE WERE ABOUT TO BLOW THE ROOF OFF THE PLACE. IT WAS LIKE CHRIS EVANS HIMSELF HAD WALTZED IN, PLEDGED TO MARRY EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE ROOM, AND ALSO GAVE THEM $38 TRILLION A PIECE. IT WAS MONUMENTAL. THE GROUND SHOOK. WE CAUSED THE WHOLE PLANET OF JUPITER TO QUAKE. SOMEONE SHOULD CHECK TO SEE IF IT STILL EXISTS BECAUSE THE CHEERS AND THE SCREAMS WERE ENOUGH TO BLOW UP THE ENTIRE PLANET. IT WAS THE WILDEST MOMENT. THE BEST MOMENT. THE MOMENT WE HAD ALL BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE CAP NUDGED THAT FUCKING HAMMER IN AGE OF ULTRON. THIS WAS THE MOMENT!
Then, we get one of the most epic scenes in cinema history.
Steve using Mjolnir and his shield at the same time, summoning lightning and kicking Thanos straight in the dick (figuratively). It was the wildest ride. I swear, people started punting each other across the room because they were so excited. I wanted someone to punch me in the face because I was so hyped. There was just a lot going on.
Then, Steve starts to lose to Thanos, and I was not ready. I was like, “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOPE! I DO NOT LIKE THIS! I WANT TO LEAVE! STOP IT!”
“On your left” - Sam Wilson, 2k14
“On your left” -Sam Wilson, 2k19 or like 2k24 because it’s 5 years in the future. Or is it 2k23 because the 5 year skip came almost right after the events of Infinity War? I don’t know what year it is. Help.
Anyway. Beautiful.
THEN THOSE PORTALS START POPPING UP, AND I WAS LIKE:
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I had goosebumps seeing ALL of these characters on screen. It was bittersweet not having Natasha there, but it was such a beautiful moment. That moment wouldn’t have existed if it wasn’t for her. I will give her credit always!
“AVENGERS...Assemble” -Steve “The Guy With America’s Ass” Rogers with the line we’ve all been waiting for since the beginning. It’s been a long time coming, but we got it...finally. Once again, the theater screamed, jupiter exploded, the farthest star swallowed itself, it was a lot.
Tony and Pepper fighting back to back in their suits.
Give my heart a break.
The all lady team up. I get that it was a bit on the nose. I feel like it would’ve been cooler if no words were spoken but all the female cast members just started to line up behind Captain Marvel. I was more than okay with this, though. That scene was cool as shit to see all my ladies lining up to kick some the purple nutsacks ass.
“I am inevitable” -Thanos, that little punk bitch.
“I am Iron Man” -Iron Man, 2008
“I am Iron Man” -Endgame, 2019
Everyone in the theater opening night was like “WWWWHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! YEAAAAAHHHHH!” including me when Tony snapped those little fingers. It was the best line that could’ve been delivered before that snap, but no one saw what was coming. People continued to lose their shit as Thanos’ army was dusted. It was poetic justice. And when Thanos got dusted, everyone continued to “WWWWWHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! YAAAAAAASSSSSS!” including myself. This changed the second night. As the theater erupted, my ass was sitting there like “NO, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN! STOP CHEERING!” as I’m holding back adult sobs!
Then.
The camera found Tony.
The cheering died instantly.
The theater got so fucking quiet.
I could feel my heartbeat in my throat.
I could hear the collective heartbreak around the theater.
We had won.
However, we also lost.
I can’t talk about it. I can’t write about it. I just cannot. Of all the people I thought would go, he was low on the list. I was almost certain that Steve would be ripped away from me, but I never thought that this would happen. I’m not okay. I’m really sad. I’m not smad anymore. I’m just sad as shit. Rhodey, Peter, and Pepper getting their moments with him only hurt my heart even more, and I can’t. I’M CRYING AGAIN! I’M NEVER GONNA STOP!
“You can rest now” -PEPPER POTTS
TONY STARK DESERVED BETTER! HE WENT OUT A HERO, BUT I CANNOT! I WILL NEVER BE OKAY ABOUT THIS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!
“I love you 3000” -TONY FUCKING STARK’S MESSAGE TO HIS LITTLE DAUGHTER. I’M GONNA PUKE! SOMEONE THROW ME AWAY! I’M DEFECTIVE! HELP!
“Your dad liked cheeseburgers. I’m gonna buy you all the cheeseburgers you want” -Happy to Morgan, fucking my entire world up.
“Proof Tony Stark Has a Heart”
It was so touching to see that every hero was gathered there to pay homage to a hero. It was such a beautiful scene. Seeing everyone there just felt like the twist of the knife in my cold, dying heart. It was great. I loved it.
I’m convinced that the only people who didn’t cry in these scenes were stone cold killers, and I will refuse to believe otherwise until I’m dead and gone. Like, my father cried during these scenes (Nat’s death, Tony’s death, and Tony’s funeral), and it takes...a lot to get tears out of him. I cried the entire ending. Like, the scene with Wanda and Clint. Ugh. I can’t take this anymore. I didn’t stop crying, even as Thor was giving the throne over to Valkyrie (she deserves it, yaaaaaasssss kween), or as he had his moment with the Guardian’s of the Galaxy. I continued to cry when Steve and Bucky had their moment that parallelled “Captain America, The First Avenger”
“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back” - Bucky, CATFA
“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you” -Steve, CATFA
“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back” -Steve, AE
“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you” -Bucky, AE
I UGLY CRIED AGAIN BECAUSE I JUST FUCKING KNEW WHAT STEVE WAS GONNA DO. HE WAS GONNA USE THE FOURTH VIAL OF PYM PARTICLES TO DO WHAT HE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO. HE WAS GONNA GET THAT FUCKING DANCE! AND BUCKY KNEW EXACTLY WHAT WAS GOING ON!
That’s why this little shit wasn’t surprised to see that Steve hadn’t come back on time.
I was high-key hoping that Bucky would receive the title of Captain America. He’s held the shield in virtually every movie he had the chance to. Both him and Sam Wilson hold the title in the comics, and I felt like this could be a new arc for Bucky. Like, he needed this redemption. It was still gonna be bittersweet no matter what because Steve Rogers has always been the version of Captain America I love the most. When Bucky urged Sam to go see Steve, he knew that Sam was the man for the job.
Old man Steve is a silver fox. Change my mind.
I think it’s partially the voice, ngl.
So, I really don’t understand the time stuff, especially with an old man Steve in the future, so I don’t really get how it didn’t change everything with him being old af during the events of the Avengers, AOU, CATWS, CACW, IW, literally all of it. I just...don’t understand? But I don’t care because at least he got his happily ever after. Steve was a man out of time, and he did his time as a hero. He deserved happiness, and he found that with Peggy. I saw that some people were like “BUT HE ABANDONED HIS FRIENDS!” Steve did his time, and he deserved to have his happily ever after, just like Tony got to do for a while with Pepper and Morgan.
And he finally got his dance.
And the credits.
The fucking credits.
All of the original cast members signed their names.
And of course, RDJ was last.
Everyone cheered, yelled, screamed, and cried. It was another earthquake, Jupitergate, Supernova kind of moment.
And that little sound at the end. Tony making his first Iron Man suit. I have a glimmer of hope that it’s Harley building his own suit to become Iron Lad because why would they put him in this movie if they aren’t going to do anything with him in the future? Each of these movies has had a post-credit scene with a hint as to what will happen in the future of Marvel, and a piece of me is so content if this truly just ended with a callback to the past, to the man who started it all.
I didn’t stop crying until I got in the car with my friends, scream-sobbed, and then had to pull it together in order to drive and not die in a fiery car wreck even though that would’ve been better than going back to the theater again and again to have my heart shattered even more.
I’m never gonna be okay again, but this is it. This marks the end of my childhood, even though I’m in my 20’s now. The comics, the movies, the merch, it all symbolized my childlike wonder. I know that Marvel will continue making movies, but these were the heroes I fell in love with. Before the release of the first Iron Man, I had fallen in love with the comic book personas of these characters. Iron Man, Captain America, Spider-Man, Hulk, Thor, Hawkeye, Black Widow, FUCKING MOON KNIGHT (I need a Moon Knight movie, ngl) were all characters I fell in love with (there’s a lot more, but I’m too emotional to sit here and list every single one of them). Then, actors who felt like they were made for these roles brought my favorite characters to life. With this being the end of the superheroes I loved growing up, it’s essentially marking the end of my childhood. I grew up reading these comics, and I watched the movies as they came out in theaters with my dad. Now, I go with my dad, with friends, with my uncle, my brother. Sometimes I see them alone if it’s the fifth or sixth time seeing it. Still, this marks the end of an era, and I have so much appreciation in my heart for these actors who brought to life my heroes. I have so much love in my heart for Stan Lee, who made my life one filled with superheroes and childlike wonder. This journey has meant the world to me, but every journey has an end. I will continue to watch the movies that have come out and will watch the new movies as they are released, but there will always be a little something missing. Either way, I will continue to support this franchise for all the happiness it has given to me over the years and all the happiness it will continue to give.
RDJ, we love you 3000.
Excelsior!
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Whoops! | College AU
Summary: Y/N has a massive crush on her college roommate, Steve Rogers. But he definitely just sees her as a friend, right? 
Pairing: Steve X Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: Swearing, mutual pining, idiots, heavy making out.
A/N: This is my entry for @propertyofpoeandbucky mystery challenge and my prompt is: ‘ I just spilled red paint on your new couch! Do I confess or say that I started my period?? [cue panicking]’
I’ve been writing a LOT of Bucky recently, so here is some college!Steve!
Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it! Credit to gif owner
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Steve Rogers was perfect - okay he was far from perfect. He ate way too much pizza, stayed up too late and was way too messy in their shared apartment. But to Y/N, he was perfect. He was kind and funny and sweet. He always made her laugh no matter what, helped her study and even offered to share his pizza when he ordered it at 2am in the morning. Y/N was head over heels for Steve Rogers and he had no idea.
Steve definitely saw her as nothing more than a best friend. They shared an apartment in college, they were both art majors. Steve was an actual good artist, while she panicked and decided that this is what she wanted to do in college. Solid life choices. But without art she wouldn’t have met Steve and Steve was everything. Even if he was oblivious to her overwhelming love for him.
After going to visit her family back home for a long weekend, she arrived back to their apartment on Tuesday evening. She had skipped class to spend an extra day with her family, she supposed how much could she miss in art class? You could either draw or you couldn’t. And although she had always thought she was a solid artist, after being around seriously talented people, she wasn’t sure anymore.
So when she returned to her apartment, she was ready to sleep until she had class at 2pm on Wednesday. Opening the door, she almost died. The entire apartment was clean. Steve Rogers had cleaned their apartment? Were pigs flying!?
And they had a brand new couch and it was white. Great choice, Rogers! She shook her head, going to dump her bags in her room and get some sleep. 
The next day, she was heading back from class with Steve and he was rambling on about their new couch.
‘Don’t you love it? This couple down the street were getting rid of it, and it was eighty bucks. I love her!’ he said as he opened the door. 
‘So you cleaned the apartment just for a new couch?’ she laughed as she grabbed a soda from the fridge.
‘Obviously!’ he said with a short laugh. ‘She is the love of my life. I needed to impress her. I couldn’t bring her into our shithole.’
‘Hey, hey, hey!’ she yelled, ‘it’s all your mess!’
‘You’re not rushing to clean it,’ he retorted.
‘It’s not my mess!’ she said poking him in the side. She was screaming as he picked her up, tickling her sides, she was kicking and giggling, trying to catch her breath. Suddenly, he had her pinned to the wall, his lips just inches from her face. His hands had stilled as his breath tickled her face, and for a moment she felt like it was only the two of them in the world. His eyes dropped from hers to look at her lips for only a second before he slowly began to move closer to her. Her eyelids fluttered shut, inhaling deeply as she waited for Steve’s lips to meet hers.
‘HEY!’ 
The door opening and Natasha Romanoff bouncing in broke the spell, and Steve stepped away from you.
‘Sup Nattie?’ he said, grabbing a left over slice of pizza. Honestly, how was he so ripped when all he ate was shitty food.
‘We are going to Tony’s party tonight. It is gonna be insane!’ she said, with a smirk. She waggled her eyebrows at her best friends.
Steve was in love with Y/N, and Y/N was in love with Steve. But neither of them had any idea how the other felt about them. They were idiots, Nat thought. And she was planning to get them to get together at the party tonight. She had no idea that she just walked in on them almost getting together. But Nat had her plan and she was going to see her plan out.
‘Me and Sharon will pick you up at nine, okay?’ she said, as she sat on the counter.
‘Sure,’ both of them said with a huffy sigh.
Natasha rolled her eyes playfully. 
‘Oh, and Y/N, wear that new red dress you got,’ she said with a wink before bouncing out of their apartment. 
Y/N was painting her toenails on the new white couch, as she watched a rerun of Real Housewives of...somewhere. Bucky had gotten her hooked when they were in high school. Bastard. Steve was out doing something or other and she wasn’t sure he would be back. Probably not until about five minutes before the party, where he would change into a basically skin tight shirt and jeans and be ready to go.
How was that fair!?
As she moved on the couch, her eyes never leaving the TV as she dipped the brush back into the nail polish jar. Except that she missed and the contents went everywhere, all over Steve’s pride and joy. His new WHITE couch was now stained bright red.
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!
She was panicking maybe she could flip the cushion, he’d be none the wiser.
‘Hey, princess,’ his familiar voice called as he opened the door. 
FUCK!
She jumped up and sat on the red mark. Great! Now she was stuck sitting there, like an idiot.
I just spilled red paint on his new couch! Do I confess or do I tell him I started my period? she thought.
‘Eh...you okay, kiddo?’ he asked as he dumped the grocery bag on the kitchen table.
‘Yeeeeeeeaahhhhhhhhhh,’ she said with a smile.
‘Are...are you sure?’ he asked.
She nodded, ‘Yup!’ popping the ‘p’ for effect.
‘Can you help me with these? I bought your favourite poptarts!’ he said, holding the bag up.
SHIT!
‘Um...no....’
‘Y/N, come onnnnnnn!’ Steve cried throwing his hands up in the air. ‘I spent my hard earned money on your favourite junk food and you won’t even help me unpack?’
She nodded, ‘That’s exactly it!’
He just chuckled, dropping the bag again before hurtling himself into the living room and on top of her. His hands were quick to tickle her all over and once again she was a howling mess, tears streaming down her cheeks as he tickle attacked her. 
‘Stop! Stop! Stop!’ she screeched as his fingers inched up her shirt. And they both froze when his fingers came in contact with the skin under her breasts, his hands grazing the lacy fabric. His eyes locked on hers and hers on his, and this time they weren’t going to let anyone interrupt them. His lips crashed against hers, her legs wrapping around his waist and her fingers tangling in his blonde locks. Her mouth fell open in a moan, giving him access to push his tongue against hers. And it was like they should have been doing this their entire life. Their tongues danced in perfect snyc, like they were made for one another. She rolled her hips up to met his and he let out a soft groan.
He pulled her up so she was straddling him and his hands went to squeeze her ass and-
‘Y/N?’ he asked, pulling away, eyebrow raised. ‘Did you pee your pants?’
‘What? No!’ she gasped, as he pulled his hand from her ass to look at the sticky red substance.
‘Shit...’
‘It’s shit?’ he asked, eyes wide.
‘No...it’s...I ruined your new couch and I spilled nail polish on it...’
‘Oh...well we can just flip the cushion and...’
He looked at her, a smirk plastered on his very handsome face, his eyes darkening with lust. She swallowed hard, trying to control her heavy breathing.
‘And?’
‘I’m sure we can think of something you can do to make up for it,’ he purred before pulling her in for another kiss.
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kennettwrites · 5 years
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Summer Days
Summary: A simple day with friends, a picnic, and soft shows of affection between a witch and his tired, werewolf boyfriend. This is a short story set within my novel series, The Witch and His, as such some things will not make entire sense without novel context, but can be inferred from textual context. An enjoyable read even without knowing the novel.
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“You kids have been visiting the cabin less since spring started.” His mother comments. Her eagle-like eyes watch as he packs the picnic basket with the food he carefully prepared earlier.
He nods. “The cabin is pretty and we still love it, but the others insist on meeting in other places besides the cabin. Romeo thinks that it will become too monotonous if we only hang out there.”
Meredith hums thoughtfully. “They’re right, you know. I know the cabin is your pride and joy, but having other places to hang out is good for changing things up. Besides, I’m sure Romeo enjoys taking you to the club.”
Meredith all but cackles at the expression that crosses her son’s face. Cicero, on the other hand, plans to completely ignore everything about that statement. He’d like to forget those memories right now, please. He takes a moment to compose himself and then changes the subject.
“Ever since August built that table out at the lake it’s been much easier to say yes when they ask to go there. It’s beautiful during the summer time. I dare say, I enjoy it.” He admits.
His mother smiles. “That’s nice. Enjoy your time, dear.”
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The lake is out of the way, beyond even their cabin, and the only path there is the one they’ve made for themselves. It’s barely noticeable to the untrained eye, but they all know the forest like the back of their hand. There is no doubt in his mind that they could make the trip drunk. Plus, the view was to die for. None of them even minded the walk.
Cicero follows the faded, dirt path that leads to their spot. For a change he is not walking with either August or Elaina. Elaina had stayed the night with a friend and was arriving with Benny, and August was going to be late because he had to stay over and finish a bit of work for his father. It was a strange occurrence, but it allows him to contemplate and simply enjoy the nature around him. It was a lovely day and it would be a shame if he didn’t fully take advantage of it.
The picnic basket is a heavy weight in his hand but he finds it relaxing rather than irritating. Jasper used to bring food as well, but it’s harder for her to cook now that she’s, well, a ghost. In his opinion, Romeo was way too stubborn regarding the possession argument. It’s not like his girlfriend would do anything to hurt him. Still, he doesn’t fully mind making all of the food for their outings.
He hums to himself as he walks. Unlike Romeo’s obnoxious singing and other, assorted noise making, it is not a shitty pop song played at the club. Although Cicero will admit that they can be catchy, the tune he is humming is something more personal. Not that he would ever let the man know that he found any of the music from his short lived time as a “rock star” appealing. It would simply blow his ego up to extreme parameters.
He’s distracted from his thoughts by a flock of birds taking off a little ways off from him. He pauses.
For the briefest of moments he thinks Romeo might actually be on time. However, if that were the case, Cicero would already be hearing the vampire’s loud, obnoxious voice. If a single Romeo trips in the forest then yes, it does make a sound the whole town can hear.
He makes a logical assumption that it is an animal and continues on. However, the sensation of being watched does not go away. In fact, it only gets worse. The intent around him is focused, obsessive.
He closes his eyes as he walks, not bothering to give himself away by stopping, and extends his magic outward to find the source of his discomfort.
In hindsight, he feels a bit dumb. He should have figured it out sooner. That feeling is all too familiar to him, after all. Still, August was supposed to be late. Not early like Cicero always was. Cicero’s thoughts flood with questions, but he decides to play along with August’s game. He strolls on ahead, pretending to be blissfully unaware and caught up in his surroundings.
It feels like a decade of tense peace before August decides to make his move at the lake. A stick crunches under heavy boots as August leaps from his hiding spot. Without acknowledging him, Cicero elegantly steps out of the way. August attempts to skid to a stop before catching his own foot on an exposed root and tripping in front of the witch. Cicero watches him fall with a twisted sort of amusement.
“That was cruel, Cero.” August whines as he sits up. Cicero isn’t sure if it’s on purpose or not, but August fixes him with the puppy dog eyes that the Grimmwauld family is almost known for.
Cicero wants to tell him how adorable he is, but instead he rolls his eyes and says, “You’re too loud, August. Even a deaf buck could hear you coming a mile away. Perhaps next time you should consider not attempting to tackle me.”
August pulls himself to his feet and dusts himself off. “I wanted a hug. You know, that thing people do?” He pouts although his words carry a sort of cheeky haughtiness.
“I don’t like being touched.” A simple reply, really. Cicero hates it when others touch him. Even the touch of his own mother hurts him on the worst of days. Yet, August’s touch is never painful. Not that he would ever admit that; his pride would never return from that particular grave.
August beams. “Yeah, buddy, I know, and that’s okay. I’ll still try though ‘cause you’re worth it.”
Cicero snorts at their old joke and sets the basket down on the table. August’s gaze is immediately drawn to the dark oak basket. Cicero doesn’t have to imagine the wagging tail behind him. He clears his throat, pointing after he has August’s attention. “Hey, dog-breath, careful there.”
August looks at his tail before shrugging. “My control has been slipping lately. I’m not worried yet since I’m not like going feral or anything, but I mean… It’s understandable? I’m under a lot of stress right now. Besides, I’m tired and hungry. Very, very hungry.”
Cicero’s gaze softens. “Is it that bad?”
August shakes his head. “It’s not that. The Lestern family has been very amicable and they’re very easy to work with. It’s just,” he makes a vague gesture with his hand, “difficult to put pacts into effect without throwing both parties into disarray and it has been hard trying to find what works for both groups.”
Cicero had never truly thought about the bureaucracy that went into shapeshifter politics especially those that involved the Grimmwauld clan. Rowan had always had that under control and agreements were just made, and Cicero hadn’t had need to think of it beyond that. It’s been a lot more in his face now that August and his brother are being groomed to take their father’s place. He doesn’t know whether it’s a good or a bad thing yet.  Either way, he doesn’t like it.
August attempts to open the basket without Cicero noticing, whining when Cicero smacks his hand away. “Wait for the others.” Cicero chides.
August bites back a complaint or whine -not that there was any difference between the two with August- and settles Cicero with a thoughtful look. “Anyways. What’s on the menu today, mister chef?”
“Bacon and tomato sandwiches, Italian pinwheels, five bean summer salad, watermelon slices, raspberry lemonade, and blueberry brownies for dessert.” He rattles off the dishes with little thought to how much work that actually went into it. Though their friend group did this often, Cicero took pride in the work he did and would gladly slave away in the kitchen if it meant seeing that toothy grin August always gave him when good food is involved. Plus, he typically found his joy in putting together plans and making sure his friends had a good time.
August grins. “Sounds amazing as usual, Cero.” He takes a seat at the picnic table and pats the spot beside him. Cicero hesitates for a second as he considers it before taking the spot. Grinning, August scoots closer to the witch until their thighs are touching. Cicero allows this contact even if it does make his anxiety rise three whole levels.
He coughs, embarrassed, and glances back at the dirt pathway leading to their meeting spot. “We still have to wait until Romeo and the others arrive before we can eat.”
August whips his head around, eyes wide and watery. Even though he looks like he’s on the verge of tears Cicero is more than aware that they are crocodile tears learned from his eldest sister. “But Romeo’s always so late,” He cries, “and I’m so hungry. I’m dying!” He throws himself over Cicero so that his head is in the witch’s lap. Cicero flinches, face quickly heating up, but he miraculously keeps his composure.
“Manners maketh man, mutt. A fact that you should be well aware of being a member of the Grimmwauld family. We will wait for the entire group to arrive before we eat and that is final.”
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It takes Romeo thirty minutes after their set meeting time to arrive, and he’s not even the last one to arrive. By then, August has fallen asleep using Cicero’s lap as a pillow.
Romeo raises an eyebrow at the sight. “Just one of those dog days, isn’t it?”
Cicero glares at him. “Don’t even think about waking him, lame-ass.” Rowan had been working his son to the bone lately. Considering the importance of the Grimmwauld-Lestern pact it’s understandable, but Cicero still worries about August. He needs all the rest he can get right now, and Cicero will be damned if he lets Romeo of all people ruin that.
“He’s going to be mad that you let him sleep through lunch.” Romeo takes a seat across from them. Jasper, bless her heart, floats awkwardly behind him. She takes a moment to look over the spread that Cicero has laid out on the table before turning to him. “The food does look good, Cicero. Too bad I can’t eat it.” She says, polite as always. Cicero gives her a gentle smile before turning an icy glare to her companion.
“We’re still waiting on Elaina and Benny. Until they arrive, you can be quiet and let August sleep. If he wakes up- I swear to the gods, Romeo, I will pluck every hair from your head and feed them to you. After that, I’ll turn you into a horrifically disfigured, naked mole rat so that you will never again find a date at the bar.”
Romeo blanches and swallows the stone in his throat. “Holy shit. You’re absolutely terrifying when you want to be, my dude.  Yeah, sure, let him sleep.”
Behind him, Jasper giggles as he pats his head. “Are you checking to make sure it’s still there?” She asks. He huffs. “Of course. One can never be too confident around Cicero.” (He’s learned the hard way that Cicero is never kidding, and to always be ready to run. Friendship be damned when angry Cicero is involved.)
Appeased, Cicero relaxes. He begins to run his fingers through August’s unruly hair, humming a comforting tune as he does so. Romeo watches this with dark eyes and a heavy frown.
“If I say the obvious, am I going to be hexed into eternity?” Romeo asks, and Cicero shoots him a scathing look. Immediately, Romeo puts his hands out in front of him placatingly.
“Alright, alright, chill. I won’t say a thing then.”
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August wakes up with a grumble of murmured words. He sits up in bed. He pauses. The environment comes into focus and he starts blinking owlishly. “What the…” Cicero, nestled in the corner of the room like some oddball sort of creepy doll, looks up from his book. “You slept through lunch, so I floated you home.”
August startles. “I slept through lunch? And you let me sleep through lunch? What the hell, man.”
Cicero shrugs, closing his book. He stands. His joints make an discomforting creak. “You needed the rest. Besides, there’s no need to worry. I made you dinner and cleared your schedule with your father. I’ll loan you a pillow tonight.” August stares. “You did what now?”
Slowly, the man’s words begin to make sense in his head and he grins. He lunges from the bed in his excitement and wraps Cicero into a hug. 
“You are the best! What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Cicero accepts the hug, smiling into August’s shirt. “I believe the better question is: what did I do to deserve you? I’m - in Romeo’s exact words - Satan’s bitch, and I’ve definitely done my best to avoid being friends with you.”
August laughs. “You might be a bitch, but if I didn’t like you I definitely would have spent the last thirteen years befriending another stubborn, magic wall.”
Cicero bites his lip to avoid giggling like a schoolgirl. “C’mon, dipshit. Let’s go eat dinner before it gets cold.”
If Cicero sequesters August away for another day after that and tries for a third then that’s his business. They both needed the rest and comfort in company. What could Cicero even say? He had a weakness in the form of broad shoulders and blinding smiles, and it hurts him to see August as exhausted as he was.
Of course it probably wasn’t a good idea to threaten to smite the teen’s father when he came to collect him. It is a very good thing Rowan is as good-natured as he was, having lived with his ex-biker wife for years now. So, all’s well that ends well, Cicero supposes.
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peterporkerpeter · 6 years
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Code Red — Part Three [Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader]
MASTERLIST//CR MASTERLIST
WC: 2.900
Y/N shuffled into the black car, Tony sitting in the front with his hand steadily curled around the steering wheel. Clint happened to be conveniently placed beside him, his eyes continuously darting towards the rear view mirror to glance back at the two teens.
The car ride was absolutely silent—at least for the first half of the ride. Y/N was too anxious to make any half-assed quick-witted remarks, and Peter was too concerned with consoling her. His hand gently rest upon hers, the warmth of his fingertips radiating onto hers. A part of her was put to ease by the simple gesture, but that certainly didn't distract from the waves of anxiety crippling her every limb.
On top of that, she was hoping Clint would keep his big fat mouth shut, but that was unlikely. The archer always seemed to enjoy being a chaotic human being, so he was entirely unpredictable. Y/N despised that about him. She hoped that maybe he did know how to shut up, otherwise she was in for long ride and an earful from Tony.
"Why is no one talking?" Tony cut the silence with a knife. He spared at glimpse at the Clint then flickered his eyes up towards the mirror where he made eye contact with Y/N.
"Because I'm trying not to hurl," Y/N groaned, slouching back.
She blinked away fearful tears, not wanting to appear weak. She kept forgetting she was still a child, but Natasha's words kept ringing through her head. Now was not the time to act like a kid. It was important to remain structured and intact for the mission, as much as it pained her to do so. Y/N didn't realize how hard that was. Natasha seemed to do it so fluently like undercover work was merely instinct. Then again, she was a trained assassin.
"I think we should call this off," Clint added, pondering on his little conversation with Y/N earlier. He couldn't stop thinking about the miscellaneous Prom question. Why would she ask that?
"No!" Y/N shouted, sounding a lot harsher than she intended. Everyone shot her concerned glances before she relaxed, calmly shaking her head and adjusting her tone. "No, Clint. It's fine. I can do this. We've gone too far to give up now."
Time to grow up.
"Y/N, I'm sorry, this is going to bother me the whole night. Tony, I walked in on—"
"No!" Peter cried.
"Clint, I swear to God, you say one more fucking word I will throttle you! I. Will. Kill. You."
"Language!" Tony hissed. He looked skeptically between his three team mates, a muddled look in his whiskey brown eyes. "What the hell is going on?"
Clint was squirming in his seat like a five year old just desperate to tattle on Y/N and Peter. He kept fidgeting with his hands, making silent conversation with Y/N through mouthed words and violent hand gestures.
"I will kill you. Hold off for now. Do it later."
"Do what later?" Tony was starting to get antsy. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on."
"Nothing!" The three chanted in sync.
Tony pursed his lips, rolling his eyes before settling back into his seat. "Whatever. You guys are children. Ridiculous children. I'm gonna' bitch about this moment to you later during the drive home, FYI."
"You did not just say 'FYI' like that," Y/N winced. "You sound like a total dad when you do that. Soon enough, you're going to start saying 'LOL' out loud to fit in with the cool kids."
"You're very snappy tonight, little miss. You're lucky I don't hate you, otherwise I'd be yapping your ear off like a Chihuahua about how much your getting on my last nerve."
"I'm getting on your last nerve? Are you joking? Tony, I've pretty much had it up to here with you," she used her hand to show how fed up she was with him by furiously shoving it high into the air, "and the night has barely begun! You're practically throwing me into a fucking war zone to die! Give me a break!"
"Y/N, it was a joke! Jesus, kiddo!" Tony argued. "Remind me to never get on your bad side."
Y/N thought she could hear her own heart loudly thumping against her chest. She could certainly feel it too. There was a giant lump in her throat, limiting the accuracy of her breathing, trembling, shallow breathes puffing past her lips. She slumped against the corner of the car, her arms wrapped around her body as if to protect herself from the cruel world. Slowly, she sank into a silent panic attack, shutting her eyes to hide herself from the people in the car.
"Y/N?" she noticed Tony's voice, but this time isn't wasn't dripping with sarcasm or aflame with a fiery remark. It was soft and soothing, full of uncommon sincerity. "You've gotta' stop thinking so much. All you're doing is freaking yourself out. You have five of us in there with you. Five. They'll have eyes on you the whole time, they're going to keep you safe. Nothing bad is going to happen."
Y/N used the pad of her thumb to blot away a tear that managed to appear on her waterline. She didn't want to ruin her makeup—another reason why she hated wearing it so much. Tears were bound to happen eventually, and she did not want to be walking around with mascara tracks stained onto her cheeks. She drew out a shaky breath, then swallowed her fear.
"Yeah," she replied. "That's what they all say right before something bad happens. I don't want to talk about this anymore. Let's just get it done."
"Sounds good, Hermione," Clint sighed.
Y/N grinned.
Eventually, the car pulled up to the front of the location. The gala was located at an art museum in the center of the city, which Y/N found to be quite the glamorous place for such a luxurious party. She noticed all the women entering through the entrance wearing long, elegant gowns with their handsome dates locked like a chain around their arm. The jewelry was flashy and the cameras were clicking. She could hear conversation carrying fluently across the sea of expensive color rolling in through the grand front doors.
"Good luck, Y/N. You got this kid. And you look like a million bucks," Tony turned around in his seat to face her. "Also, no making out with Parker. At least, not during the mission. I don't care what you do afterwards. Make sure your comms are on."
"Love you," she said quickly, not even thinking before the words came flying out of her mouth. Subconsciously, she supposed it was a good time to say it, seeing as there were a million different ways—good or bad—that this thing could go. She didn't want to take any chances.
Her hand found Peter's as he escorted her from the car, and immediately the folding red hot waves of anxiety succumbed to the tenderness of his touch. Y/N let out a long breath, collecting herself before forcing the fakest smile onto her painted features. She wanted to apologize to Peter for how clammy her hands were, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. With ease, he extended his elbow towards her, and she took it graciously.
"You okay?" Peter asked. Y/N hadn't even realized they were already up the whole flight of steps.
"Yeah, just flustered. I can do this, right?" Y/N whispered, breathing in how attractive he looked in his suit. She wondered if they looked good together from afar.
Peter smiled daintily, brushing a messy strand of hair from her eyes. "Definitely."
She flashed her friend a dimpled grin before lacing her fingers with his. They poured into the museum, the hum of classical music instantly filling her ears, drowning out the harsh clamor of perturbation. She heard the steady taps of high heels rapping against the sleek marble tiles, men's shoes clicking aimlessly as they trailed behind their dates or danced with them enthusiastically. Chatter hovered at an even pace throughout the tall halls, wine glasses clinking together in an epiphany of joy and gathering.
Y/N glanced up towards the massive crystal chandelier dangling from the sky like a star. A large mural painted the ceiling with reds, blue, beiges and greens. The colors seemed infinite. Art littered the walls, surrounded by engraved golden frames. The place was absolutely stunning—it reminded Y/N somewhat of a building she'd see in France or Greece. God, how she wished she could see those wondrous places.
"Wow!" she gasped, absorbing the view for all its worth.
Peter shared a similar awestrucken expression as his date. "I see Natasha and Clint. Wanda and Steve should show up by the bar any second now."
Y/N nodded, ignoring the brisk stares from adults silently commending her dress. She made the smile on her face relaxed, trying to keep her appearance more inviting by standing up straight and keeping her brows subtly lifted.
"Testing, testing. Ground control to Major Tom. This is Tony Stark—AKA Iron Bitch. Do you copy?"
"Oh, my God. Stark. Shut the fuck up," Clint groaned.
"Affirmative."
Y/N giggled, Tony's ridiculous commentary settling her nerves and making the situation appear less frightening than it initially seemed.
After everyone checked to make sure their comms were working, the plan was in motion.
Peter stuck out his hand, blinking nervously. "Uh, wanna' dance? I-I mean, we kind of have to, but . . ."
"Spider-ling shoots his shot aaaaannndd . . . he fails. Quite dramatically. Better luck next time, pal."
Y/N bit down on her lip, repressing a cheeky smile. She graciously accepted his hand, entwining their fingers together. A gleeful chuckle flew from her lips and Peter felt relaxed by here sincere reaction, escorting her to the dance floor.
"Fair warning, I-I don't really know how," Y/N warned.
"It's okay. Me neither. We can just follow what everyone else is doing and hope they don't judge us."
She extended her arms, trying to follow what the other adults in the room were doing. She clasped her hand onto his shoulder then threaded her other soft, manicured hand with his, moving their arms outwards away from their bodies. His available hand looped around the girl's waist, lying firmly against her back. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together. Y/N could feel his breath on her lips, her heels providing enough height for her to be eye-to-eye level with him.
"I kind of want to kiss you right now, but Tony's in my ear and that just makes me feel dirty," Y/N said, staring at his lips, annoyed that she couldn't close the agonizing gap between their faces.
"I don't know whether to feel relieved or uncomfortable."
"Wait, are they kissing? Should they be doing that?" Definitely Steve.
"Ha! I walked in on them kissing in Peter's room." Clint. The rat.
"Way to keep a secret, Clint. I'm never telling you anything anymore!" Y/N hissed under her breath.
"Sorry, Mr. Stark!"
"I'm sorry, they what in Peter's what? I'm offended I didn't know that. Is that the secret you three gremlins were fighting about in the car? It definitely was. I don't care. I want the details. How was it?"
"Y/N made a vow to not fall in love with Peter, and she broke it barely thirty minutes in."
"You made a vow to not fall in love with me?"
"I thought she broke that vow like a month ago!" Steve felt confused. "Or was that a different one?"
"That was the one where she vowed off chocolate milk."
"Ohhh," he understood. "I remember that."
"Yeah, you're an old man so you wouldn't remember those kinds of things, Steven."
"What?! Everyone shut up! Focus on the mission, stop talking! You're stressing me out!" Y/N muttered, her tone thick with irritation.
"Yikes, I feel like I'm listening to a soap opera."
The conversation finally died down, and Y/N just wanted to curl up beside Peter and take a long nap. Her exhaustion was nearly enough for her to ask to call of the mission, but she decided that was rather a ridiculous reason.
Y/N slid her arm around Peter's neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. His arm tightened around her waist, large palms resting flat against her bare back. Her skin was cold against the pads of his fingers. He felt electrified by her. The scent of vanilla soon wafted towards his nose, and he closed his eyes, their hands still absentmindedly entwined, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
For a moment it felt like they weren't on mission. It was just Y/N and Peter, swaying away in the middle of a ball room, bodies pressed together, undoubtedly young and in love, unbeknownst to it. It felt like they were normal—like Y/N didn't have powers and Peter wasn't enhanced. They weren't Avengers or superheroes. They weren't challenged by the everyday horrors of the real world. They were just stupid teenagers with a lot on their plate and diverging paths, with broken vows and shimmering promises.
Reluctantly, Y/N opened her eyes, settling back into reality, removing her hand from Peter's and placing it smoothly onto his shoulder. He snaked his hand down towards her waist until his arms locked around her. Peter started to scope out the area out behind her, attempting to identify Axel Klein in the crowd. Y/N's eyes skimmed past anonymous faces until finally they did a complete rotation around the entirety of the room, her eyes recognizing the blonde haired boy meandering through the hefty crowd with a glass of champagne.
"I've got eyes on the subject," she mumbled, taking one last moment to press her mouth against Peter's shoulder. She inhaled the scent of his cologne, closing her eyes to bask in it.
"Go for it, Y/N. Your time to shine."
Y/N felt the anxiety slowly creep back, but she couldn't turn back now. She was brave. She could do this.
"I loved dancing with you, Peter Parker," Y/N always loved to say his full name. It rolled so pleasingly off the tongue, by now it was a habit. "Please tell me I'm not going to fuck this up."
Peter half-smiled at the girl, rubbing her shoulder gently. "You're not going to fuck this up. And I liked dancing with you, too."
"Ugh, cringe . . . Sorry, did I say that out loud? I would say just kiss already, but that would blow the whole operation. So Parker, kindly stop staring at Y/N's lips, please and thank you. Good luck, kiddo."
Y/N started to walk, but she couldn't leave yet. She didn't want to leave Peter. She already felt alone without his hands caressing her back like she was the most important thing in the world to him. She turned around to face her friend, eyes practically pleading with him not to let her go.
Peter himself had no clue how he felt. His heart was racing, his palms were sweaty. He felt like he would pass out at any given moment. All he wanted to do was protect Y/N, but he knew deep down that she needed to do this. Something inside of him stirred at the horrific thought of this being their final interaction together. He wanted to be with her forever. He would love to be with her forever.
"I-is Axel looking?" she asked, pressing her lips into a thin line.
"W-what? No? He's uh, he's turned around talking to some man."
"Good," Y/N breathed, lurching forward to grab his face. She pressed a quick kiss against his lips, basking in the moment as short lived as it was. Her thumbs laid gently on his cheekbones, as if Peter himself was the most delicate, precious thing in the world to him. She wanted just one more memory of Peter Parker, just one last part of him to hold onto. She just wanted to taste him one last time.
"Oh! Shit! She shoots! She scores!"
Muted colors rained down upon them from the mural painting the sky, violins humming softly in the distance, the deep groan of a cello bouncing like an echo off the walls. The kiss was short but more passionate than the first. It said everything that needed to be said without the interruption of unnecessary words threaded together into unnecessary sentences. It was everything all wrapped up into one pretty, defective bow.
"Thanks for the dance," she whispered, turning around quickly, not taking the chance to see the look on his face. She was afraid if she did she would never leave him.
"Woah. That was . . . pretty intense." Clint took a long sip of his drink.
Natasha rolled her eyes. "Hormones."
"Is it just me or am I feeling way too many emotions? I'm literally drowning in teen angst. This is horrible, I feel like I'm in high school all over again," Tony added, sinking back into the seat of his car, the laptop balanced on his lap.
Y/N casually walked through the crowd, fixated on getting Axel's attention. An idea burned bright in her mind, a smirk growing confidently onto her red lips.
She strutted over in his direction, keeping her shoulders back and chin high. Just out of the corner of her eye she could see Steve and Wanda watching intensely.
Once when you're in the car. Twice in the house. Three times in case of an emergency. Three times in case of a code red. Once. Twice. Thrice.
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WELCOME TO THE NIGHTMARE SCENARIO:
Magnus is living in Vietnam when they catch up with him. He doesn’t hear them coming because, well, vampires of course and also because you don’t expect vampires in the dead of a monsoon morning, the sun still sliding in and out of the torrential skies. He’s seated at his desk, pouring over an old summoning document, fingers pressed to his foreheand, when someone loops their arms around his shoulders from behind and breathes, “Found you,” in his ear.
He freezes, his heart jack-hammering in his chest, his breath catching in his throat, as the vampire standing behind him very casually, presses a kiss to his temple, then his jaw, then his neck…
“You… did you kill Jace?” Magnus asks, throat tightening. “Did you finally do it?”
There’s a pause, then, “He was dying already Magnus. He offered.”
“Did he really or did you take liberty on an old man with late stage dementia?” Magnus’ hands curl into fists, pressed down against the desk in front of him, his spine ram rod straight as the immortal behind him cards lazy fingers through his hair, pressing their face against the nape of his neck. “Answer, me Alexander. Did you kill him so you could be a Daylighter?”
A silence. Then:
“I waited,” he murmurs. “Until the very end.”
Magnus draws a sharp breath, a sting of grief coming swiftly, then flowing away. “I thought you loved him? How could you?”
“I waited,” he repeats, “because I loved him.”
“You don’t do that to people you love.”
“I do,” he says, almost sadly. “I already did it for Izzy. So Jace was easy. He was the last one, Magnus. I’ve got no family left now but you and her so…” He presses another kiss into a  line of muscle in Magnus’ neck, kissing his way from his collarbone to the back of his ear, breathing, “There’s nothing to distract me now.”
“Alec,” Magnus breathes, a crawling dread diffusing across his skin, chilling him even in the tropical heat. “Are you… are you here alone or…?”
“Of course not, darling,” said a voice nearly five-hundred years familiar to him.
Camille Belcourt appears in a dark blur before him, shadow-stepping from somewhere to here, leaning against his desk. Her long hair is coiled up on her porcelain head, her lipstick ruby and immaculately lined and matte. She smiles at him and her fangs glisten ivory against the plush red of her lips and Magnus panics. He starts to move, but Alec is faster – he seizes hold of Magnus’ wrists and yanks his arms back, pinning his hands behind the back of the chair. Just as quickly, Camille is no long standing, but straddling his lap, her bare toes brushing the hardwood floors as she fits her fingers to his jawline.
“Oh baby,” she says, “give it time.”
And she kisses him. Magnus wrenches his body, bucking up in his seat, but Camille is silky steel on top of him, trapping him underneath her, Alec Lightwood-Bane pinning his arms behind him so he can’t conjure. The thought brings tormented, sanity-breaking tears to his eyes. He makes a single, sob-like noise against Camille’s lips, but she doesn’t notice.
Alec’s murmuring in his ear, softly, “If you wanted to get away, you could. You don’t need your hands for magic, Magnus. C’mon.” His grip on Magnus’s wrists is bruising, cold. There’s a brush of fang in his words when he smiles against Magnus’ skin and there was a time that he’d grown familiar with that, learned to love that, and now it just makes him want to lose his fucking mind. “Stop playing. Do it or don’t.”
Fire ignites in Magnus’ fingers, blue, coating his palms and dripping flame on the floor.
Camille ignores it. She keeps kissing him, thoroughly, her hands fisted in his hair, her tongue warm and bitter in his mouth as she gets a decade of separation pressed into a single, starving exploration. She rocks her hips against him, laughing against his teeth when he flinches back, when his entire body recoils but he still doesn’t use the fire. It’s in his goddamn hands. All he has to do is let it spread, let it wreath him in flame and protection. That’s all he has to –
“I missed you,” Alec says. He presses his forehead against Magnus temple. “I missed you, Magnus.”
“Stop,” Magnus begs.
Alec is kissing his jaw, his throat...
“Alexander, please. Please don’t do this. Not you. You promised me. You promised –”
Two brilliant needle-points of pain flare then fade into the side of his neck, an instant glow of venomous euphoria spreading from the twin injection sites and Magnus feels the world slip sideways in his head. His muscles buzz and go slack, the dull nerve-shivering pleasure of the poison terminating through his body from the highway point of his jugular vein. He shudders, gasping, his heart breaking again along long-worn fault lines and separating in his chest as brutal as open-heart surgery. His husband stops biting him at last and gently licks the blood away, saying…
“You taste good, Magnus,. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The fire is out in Magnus’ hands.
“Stop me if you want me to stop,” Alec says.
“Why can’t I just tell you to stop?” Magnus cries. “Alec, for the love of god, please –!”
A hand closes in Magnus; hair, yanking his head back and to the side and for the first time in a decade, Magnus is face to face with him and, of course, he hasn’t aged a day. He looks exactly like he looked on the day he died. Just thirty-two years of age and still beautiful as the day Magnus met him. A little broader in the shoulder, a little more time in his eyes, a deeper set in the lines around his mouth. But he looks the same. Warm hazel eyes hold his stare, his features so familiar it makes Magnus homesick just looking at him and it’s more than he can stand.  
“No,” Alec murmurs.
Alec grips his chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing Magnus’ face up when he tries to look away.
“Look at me,” he whispers. There’s that hum of encanto in his voice. Magnus is impervious to it, but he does it anyway. “Look at us, Magnus.”
“Please don’t.” Magnus is hyperventilating at this point – venom and panic making him wild. “Please. Don’t do that.”
“Stop us,” Camille breathes, rising up in her seat. Her hands lay spread against his chest, the cradle of her hips pressed against his body. She curls her fingers around the nape of his neck and looks down into his face, leaning slowly into his lips. “Stop us if you don’t want it.” She kisses him and her tongue sends silky threads of heat down every nerve. “Stop us if you don’t want it.”
“Camille, please –”
“I love it when you beg.”
“You can’t do this. This is too fucking far. You have to stop.”
“I don’t have to do anything unless you make me. So defend yourself or just admit you missed us, Magnus. Those are the only options, love.”
“Don’t make me. Don’t make me. Alexand—”
Alec kisses him. It’s like coming home. Magnus opens to him without meaning to and he tastes his own blood on his husband’s tongue, shuddering as Alec licks into his mouth, sucks gently, then not gently at his lower lip before taking his mouth again and kissing him like it’s still New York. Like it’s still okay. Like they’re living in the loft in Brooklyn and they’re still happy and joy shoudn’t have a flavor and that flavor shouldn’t be bitter and copper and cruel but that’s what it is when Alec kisses him. Magnus feels sanity sliding away, ripping through is fingers like razor wire.
Eventually, he pulls back.
Camille kisses the lobe of his ear, murmurs, “Just admit you still love us.”
“I can’t hurt you that’s not the same,” Magnus rasps, helpless, utterly trapped. “Please. That’s not the same – it’s not –”
“Close enough,” Camille says.
Then she sinks her fangs into his throat at the same time Alec leans down to have his mouth. It’s raining outside, the downpour thundering against the roof and windows. It will be impossible for anyone to hear what happens here.
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Taming the Shark
Characters: Sharky, F!Deputy
Pairings: Sharky x F!Deputy
Ratings: M, for the love of god, M
Warnings: Kinky, smutty goodness, read at your own risk
Word Count: 1779
A/N: Don’t ask me what I was thinking. Don’t ask me how it got this long. And don’t ask me why this is happening lol. Also, that’s the only Sharky gif Tumblr will let me use.
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Sharky tried to relax as the junior deputy secured his wrists to the bed. He had been venting about not getting laid for a while, and she asked what they were willing to do just to get his rocks off. Of course, his stupid self had said anything.
Which was when she had suggested going back to his house.
He had more toys than anyone else should. It would have made his mama ashamed of him, but he wanted to make sure he pleased whatever woman he brought home. Usually, though, he was the one doing the tying down, not the other way around.
“You sure about this,” he questioned nervously.
“Just relax. We might discover a few new kinks that you didn’t know you had.” She made sure the ropes weren’t too tight around his wrists, then moved to his ankles.
“I’m down for anything, really,” he rushed. “I just want to make sure that you are, cause consent is a pretty big deal and all. Just don’t want you to feel like you have to do something on account of me being a dude and-“
“Sharky,” she scolded softly. “Hush. I’m in control this time. And it’s your consent that’s in question.” She got his ankles secured and stood, her eyes raking over his naked form. “Color?”
“Green,” he answered. She hummed and ran a hand slowly up his leg, pausing just shy of his groin.
“Have you ever had the pleasure of a woman being in charge,” she inquired, her voice changing to a more dominant tone. “Of having a woman tease you in ways you never knew possible, leaving you unable to think of anything but the word please and the ache in your balls?” He bit his lip and shook his head.
But he had the distinct feeling that was about to change.
He jolted, groaning as her soft hand stroked his cock. Christ, it had been too damn long since anyone had touched him. He was already hard as a rock in no time.
“So needy, are we,” she teased, pulling her hand away. “Let me see what toys you have. This will be so much fun.” He watched as she turned to his “treasure chest” and opened it. “A riding crop, eh? Ever had it used on you?”
“Just once,” he squeaked, his cock twitching at the memory. He could still feel the delicious sting the crop leaves, and he remembered how bruised his poor balls were when that night was done. The night he realized how much of a sub leaning switch he really was.
And Christ, did he want her to outright abuse his junk with that crop, keeping him right on the line between pleasure and pain.
“Thought you’d never been dominated by a woman,” she reminded him.
“Wasn’t a chick,” he confessed, blushing brightly. She nodded, running the leather over his nipples.
“I see,” she mused. “So I will be the first to use this on those full, heavy balls, huh?” He whimpered. “You like that, do you? Like the idea of me smacking your balls until you’re bruised and begging for mercy? Or maybe I should make you cum first and smack the head of your cock since it will be so hypersensitive.”
A bead of precum formed on his tip, and he yelped as she smacked it away.
“No sir,” she scolded. “You don’t get to cum until I say so. And I don’t remember saying so.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered quickly. She hummed and smacked his balls with the crop.
“How many times have you been arrested for lighting something on fire?”
He swallowed thickly, his cock bobbing helplessly. Too many times. He wouldn’t be able to stay conscious if she actually did what he thought she was going to do. She already had his cock head sore just from one smack.
He cried out as she hit the base of his cock.
“Answer me.”
“Eighteen,” he whined. “Eighteen times.” She smirked and rubbed along the underside of his cock.
“Think you can stay awake long enough,” she questioned. “I’ll give you a nice reward if you do, Sharky boy.”
Well shit, how could he say no to that?
“I’ll try, ma’am,” he replied, and she smiled.
“Good. Count aloud for me, baby boy.” She pulled her hand back and landed the first, hard blow to his defenseless gonads.
“One!”
She quickly landed three more blows, each one harder than the last.
“Two. Three. Four!” His voice rose in pitch, and he couldn’t stop himself from squirming away from it. But he was tied down so well, almost too well, and he couldn’t get away from the next two blows. “Five! Six!”
She paused and rubbed the leather along the turgid flesh, giving him a slight break. He was so close to cumming. All she had to do was keep rubbing and he would-
“Let me grab that cock ring I saw,” she murmured, stepping away. He whimpered and bucked his hips. “If you try to cum before I say so, I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.”
His hips instantly went still. Fuck, did he want to cum, but he’s heard horror stories from Hurk about women who kept going long after he’d cum. How much it hurt, like his dick had been on fire, and-
Fucking hell, did that sound like paradise.
She returned and quickly slipped the cock ring on, then picked up the crop and landed two more blows.
“Seven! Eight! Please, mistress, please, I wanna cum, I need to cum, my balls are so fucking full-“ He almost screamed when she smacked him again. “Nine!”
“Only just getting started and you’re already begging.” She smacked him three more times.
“Ten! Eleven! Twelve!” He fought back the tears, his balls all but throbbing now. He panted, waiting on the next blow.
But she simply watched, smirking as his balls began to swell. “Such a good boy, taking this like a champ. And begging so prettily for me. Can’t wait to see just how much you can take.”
He groaned, his balls drawing up slightly. She landed the last six smacks, and he actually did scream.
“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen!”
She set the crop aside and finally, finally, shed her clothes.
“Good boy,” she praised. “So good for me. You’ve earned your reward now.” He cracked his eyes open as her knees straddled his head. Yes! Finally, he could worship her body like she deserved. Before she could say anything, he lifted his head and sucked lightly on her clit.
She moaned and gripped his hair, pressing closer to his mouth. He smirked against her flesh and slipped his tongue into her. Fuck, she tasted so good. He closed his eyes and began fucking her with his tongue in earnest.
“Fuck, Sharky, such a talented tongue! You weren’t kidding about being good at this. Feels so damn good, baby boy.”
He groaned and tugged at the restraints, wishing he could touch her. Damn, what he wouldn’t do to feel her soft skin under his hands, leaving not a single inch untouched. He moved his tongue back to her clit and flicked it repeatedly.
“Jesus Christ, Sharky, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up! Good boy, such a good boy, making your mistress feel so good.”
At her words, he doubled his efforts, wanting to make her cum, wanting to taste her release on his tongue. His balls were so full and still ached, but he couldn’t cum if he wanted to. Maybe another day he’d push that line and experience the joys of pure, unhindered torment.
He whimpered at that thought. Christ, if only he were ten years younger, he’d go all night.
She moaned as she came, tugging harshly on his hair, and he lapped at her juices. His cock bobbed helplessly, the swollen head starting to turn a very angry red. And fuck, did she taste even better in the midst of an orgasm, shaking above him as he coaxed it along with his mouth.
“I can’t,” she whined, lifting herself up. “Fuck, Sharky, you are something else. Such a good boy.”
He met her eyes, his own shining with pride as he all but preened under her praise. He was almost pouring sweat now, needing to cum, but that damn cock ring kept-
“Time to return the favor.”
He watched as she slid down his body, groaning as she removed the infernal toy keeping him in a state of frustration. Finally. Finally he could empty his fucking balls and hopefully not feel this level of need for a while. Been too fucking long, he needed to cum, even if it was down her throat.
She licked a stripe along the underside, and he jerked, precum basically dripping from the tip.
“Oh, you are so needy. Bet those balls are nearly bursting with cum. Well, I know exactly how to make sure they’re good an empty. But it’s not going to be as easy as cumming just once.”
He whimpered, nearly cumming just from her words. Shit shit shit. It was like she could read her mind, and fuck, did he want her to make him cum until he begged her to stop, making every nerve burn in his body. He wanted to be at her mercy completely.
She gave him one good stroke with her hand, and he couldn’t stop himself from cumming.
It felt as though time had stopped. All that mattered was the pulsing in his balls as they attempted to empty into the air. His seed splattered against his chest and stomach, yet her hand never stopped.
When he brain finally returned to his skull, he felt how overly sensitive his skin was.
He couldn’t stop his voice from going up a few octaves, squirming and writhing as she kept stroking him. Fuck, his cock really felt like it was on fire! He tried to get away, but he knew he couldn’t. His eyes filled with tears, and he all but moaned as she took him in her mouth.
Hours. They had been at it for hours before she finally relented and gave him mercy. He was barely conscious by then, and if sweat were drinkable, he could end drought in maybe five countries. He was covered in welts and bites and he loved every minute of it.
She began untying him, and he whined softly.
“Just relax, Sharky,” she soothed. “It’s okay. You did so good. I’m so proud of you, Sharky.” He relaxed, his hand falling limply. “Rest. I’ve got you.”
He nodded, and fell into the best sleep of his life.
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