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in-tua-deep · 3 years

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Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny

#long post #far tua long #tua bnha crossover #what kind of disaster is this #there are so many characters in bnha to even consider #there is no more apocalypse so five either chills the fuck out or his paranoia ramps up to an eleven #or both!#five teleporting into nedzu's office like: hey i wrote a 52 page potential contingency plan for if x happens #and nedzu is like 'wonderful!' and gives it back to five the next day with corrections and critiques in red ink #klaus ben and ghost!nana get along like a house on fire even if she keeps telling klaus that he's too skinny #ben: klaus is an absolute fucking idiot with zero braincells #nana nodding sagely while looking at all might: ah yes i know the exact type #diego and snipe become absolute bros like ride or die because why not #luther gets positive reinforcement and goes to therapy #also thirteen listens patiently to luther infodumping about space because i think that would be nice #five is either like 'i'm only thirteen uwu' or 'i'm fifty eight' and there is nothing in between - only what is most convenient #i feel like kaminari and mina vibe with five's brand of chaos #iida doesn't know whether to murder five for being a gremlin and disobeying so many rules or to be respectful bc five is technically old #aizawa is SO TIRED y'all #aizawa thinks vanya is going to be the good hargreeves but PSYCHE all the hargreeves are equally chaotic in different ways #five calls nedzu 'dad' for the sole reason that it makes every teacher and/or hero in earshot cringe in automatic fear #klaus also calls nedzu dad because he just thinks it's funny #five and nedzu have similar coping mechanisms so they vibe but nedzu also vibes with klaus's sense of chaotic humor #five gets talked into healthier coping mechanisms by way of 'keeping his cover' or 'preventing the hc from getting their hands on you'#aka five is not allowed to drink alcohol #five HAS gone to midnight and been like 'hey teach knock me the fuck out my brain is working overdrive and i need to not be awake anymore'

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willow-tree-writes · 3 years

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❀Russian Influence❀

Steve Harrington x Russian!Reader

Summary: It’s hard enough keeping a secret from a school where you’re from. Now, during the summer, you’re minding your own business, doing what your dad sent you to do, and your caught by two drugged up classmates, a boy with super curly hair, and a sassy little girl.

Request: @notsolong-pause “Hello, honey! I have an unusual request, if you don’t mind. Could you do Steve Harrington (season 3) x russian!reader? it’s just that i rarely see russian!reader in the fics and i feel that would be fun:) if you’re deciding to do this request and have ANY question on Russian culture or history, feel free to ask!”

Author’s Note: Huge thanks to @notsolong-pause for my first request (and a great one at that) and giving me enough information to write it! I really hope this is up to your standards! It’s a little short, but I wanted to make sure I could get it out at a reasonable time. Also, sorry if anything is off or incorrect. I tried to make sure it seemed fitting, but I make mistakes a lot.

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: Cursing, Blood (if you squint)

!I don’t own this gif!

You should have known agreeing to surveillance the cameras would backfire on you. One, they were the shittest devices your bosses, начальник, could have gotten. They constantly needed maintenance; they were constantly breaking down. Two, it was just a boring job. Nothing ever happened.

You needed to keep yourself occupied, so you started spinning around in your seat. It wasn’t the most comfortable seat, but it was a fun one. And it certainly wasn’t a good idea.

But you were having a grand time spinning, not noticing the two teens and two kids wandering through the hallways, looking for an escape.

The metal door that led to the surveillance room scratched against the metal floor as a force was pushing it open.

You didn’t stop spinning until you saw the burry outline of four figures standing in the doorway. You fell out of your seat, hands rummaging around to grab the gun you had been given. “Shoot intruders on sight,” you had been told. But in your current state, you couldn’t discern a spec in the floor versus a bug, let alone an intruder and another agent. Or the cool metal of a gun and the cool metal of a chair leg.

You gave up on looking for the gun and carefully tried to stand up. You didn’t look intimidating. You probably looked like a fool.

“Y/N?” A familiar female voice steadied your dizzy thoughts. The voice was giggly, definitely not something you were expecting.

“твою мать,” Fuck! You mumbled as your vision steadied with your thoughts. The two teenagers you knew from… school, was it? At least you thought you knew the one. His face seemed very badly beaten in. Like he had a run-in with one of the начальник. The girl, you think you had a couple of classes with her. Then there were two kids with them that you had no idea about.

The teenagers looked to be high off their asses. Or drugged. Drugged. Truth Serum…

The boy with really curly hair looked between the teens and you. “The shit?” He had a bit of a lisp.

The teen that said your name took a wobbly step forward. “She’s the exchange student.” She laughed.

Realization fit both the teens as they looked at each other. “Russian exchange student!” Their realization moment was gone in a second and they both started laughing again.

The girl’s name was Robin, wasn’t it?

“Shit! We took a wrong turn!” The Curly Hair cursed.

The young girl put her hands on her hips. “I told you.” She said sassily.

“Yeah she did!” The teen with the beaten face laughed, stumbling on the younger boy.

You bit your lip a little, taking a step forward. “I can help.” You didn’t know what these four were doing down here, or what happened to them, but they shouldn’t be here. Hell, you didn’t even want to be here.

Curly Hair was skeptical. Made sense in hindsight. “Yeah, you’ll take us straight to your friends.” He seemed like a smart kid. You’d have to get on his good side.

“Please.” You had spent years trying to perfect your English and perfect hiding your accent to blend in. Still, there are words here and there that make your accent come out. ‘Please’ was one of them.

He scanned you for evil in your voice. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“Russian exchange student! Russian exchange student!” Robin and Beaten Boy had created their own chant and little dance while you and Curly Hair were talking.

You both ignored them.

“It might be hard to believe, but I don’t want to be here as much as you четыре.” You turn and grab your ID card from the desk before turning back to the others.

Curly Hair furrowed his eyebrows. “Che - what?”

You sigh a little and walk up a little. “You four. Now let’s go before dey discover your friends have escaped.”

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“Steve Harrington.” You approach the counter, putting your accent on thick just for him.

Steve looks up from the stack of CD’s he was looking at. “Y/N, what are you doing here? I thought you were heading back.”

You shrug a little, leaning your hands on the counter. “My отец can’t force me back if I don’t want to go.”

He nodded his head, just going alone with what you said. “Well, I’m glad you’re staying.” He flashed you a smile which made you smile.

“How’s your face?” You ask, tilting your head. There was still some bruising on his face, which you knew wouldn’t be away for a while.

He shrugs. “Beautiful. As always.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “придурок.”

“If that means unconditionally handsome, then yes, predorick.“

Moron. You smile to yourself. “Of course.” You did cringe a little at his pronunciation, but decided to let it slide.

“Hey, dingus.” Robin called out, returning from the back room. “Got a new whiteboard.” She flashed the whiteboard in your direction. “Guess we’ll start fresh.”

It was a t-chart. One side said you rule, while the other said you suck.

“What is dat?” You ask, looking over Steve’s shoulder.

She had obviously not known you were here. “Oh, Y/N.” She looked at the board, lowering it a little. “Just a thing between dingus here and me.”

You nod a little, thinking about what it could mean. Steve Harrington, a name that flew around the school quite a bit while you were there. A player, using many kinds of girls at one time. A бабник if you will.

“Can I see it?” You ask, holding out your hand.

“Sure.” Robin walks over and bumps Steve out of her way. She gives you the whiteboard, a marker already attached to it.

You took the marker and uncapped it. “Dis is about girls, yes?” You ask, looking between the teens.

Steve does a side nod, as if embarrassedly nodding, while Robin just nodded normally.

You smile and put a tally on the board before showing it to the two of them. “ты отстой.”

With that, you give them a little wave and walk right out of the video store.

Steve and Robin were silent for a moment as they watched you leave.

“Dingus,” Robin starts, grabbing the whiteboard and looking at it with a smile. “You suck.”

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quickspinner · 4 years

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Killer Combo - Ch 8 Epilogue

Luka sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed, as he played the song again, listening hard for that wrong note, that chord that was just a little bit off, or whatever it was that he needed to fix. He shook his head slightly as he finished it, pressing his lips together. All the songs he’d written in the months since he’d gotten Claire back, some that he’d even been able to record in the studio thanks to his tournament winnings, and this had to be the one that didn’t want to come together. He’d been working on it the longest and it still wasn’t right, but he couldn’t figure out why.

“I like this lovesick tune so much better than the last one,” Juleka sighed from where she was fussing with her hair in her mirror.

“Color me shocked,” Luka chuckled, slipping Claire off and setting her carefully in her stand. “You and Casey never did get along.”

“Yeah, well,” Juleka muttered, not looking at him. “This is why.”

Luka raised his eyebrows slightly. “I don’t follow.”

Juleka sighed and fidgeted, nervously rearranging the things on her table. “Because I know you didn’t feel like this with her. And this is what you deserve to feel. I felt like you were settling for less than you deserved and I didn’t want that for you.”

Luka paused, considering that. She was right, he knew. He’d been happy enough with Casey, but even the best parts of his relationship with Casey paled in comparison with the things he felt for Marinette.

He wasn’t going to admit it to Juleka’s face though. “Since when did you become the love expert?” Luka asked instead, one corner of his mouth quirking up.

Juleka tossed her hair over her shoulder and put her nose in the air. “We all have our talents.” She shrugged. “Or maybe I’m just lying and I thought from the beginning that she was a high-maintenance, over-dramatic bitch who thought having a hot potential rock star boyfriend doting on her made her look good to her friends.”

Luka barked a laugh and turned away to cover the sting he still felt at her words, pulling off his shirt and dropping it on his bed as he dug through his drawers for a clean one. The one he wasn’t wearing wasn’t bad, but he’d been working on deck in the sun. If he hurried, he still had enough time to shower before he went to see Marinette. He grinned stupidly at the thought.

“Are you going to play it for her?” Juleka asked, leaning her chin on one hand and giving him a knowing look.

“I will,” he said, still smiling. “When it’s right. It’s just...not there yet. I don’t know, something’s just not quite right, it just...needs something. I’ll figure it out though.”

“You’re going to see her now, aren’t you?” Juleka snickered, and Luka rolled his eyes.

“She asked me to come by,” he shrugged, hoping he wasn’t blushing too much.

“I’ll bet she did,” Juleka leered. “I bet she loves it when you come.”

Luka rolled his eyes, snatching up the shirt he’d just changed out of and throwing it at her. “What are you, twelve?”

“Ew,” she complained, pulling off his shirt with two fingers and dropping it on the floor with an expression of disgust.

“I’m going to shower,” he huffed on his way out the door, and shut the door quickly before Juleka could make any comment on his shower temperature or activities. He was starting to think the benefits of his own place would start to outweigh the money he was saving living at home.

Half an hour later Luka stepped off the boat and headed toward the bakery with a grin on his face that he couldn’t have suppressed if he tried.

Luka Couffaine had never been a big believer in fate. He didn’t believe in predetermined destinies or that he was bound to adhere to some kind of cosmic will.

He did believe he was one damn lucky bastard.

Even in the depths of frustration and betrayal and heartbreak, he’d known that. Maybe things weren’t going his way, but he was lucky in so many ways. Luka was lucky to have a family that loved and supported him. He was lucky to have grown out of his lanky teenage ugly duckling stage into a young man that many people found attractive. He was lucky to have a talent and the means and passion to pursue it. He was lucky to have connections and friends all over the local music scene who helped him out when he needed it.

He was lucky to have met Marinette.

Luka had spent a long time wondering after his plans to tour with the band went to hell in a handbasket. About whether his friends had ever really been friends. About how much of his relationship with Casey had been a lie. Had they all been users from the start, and he just hadn’t seen it? Or had their friendship been sincere, had they been content with the plan, until Xavier had come in and dazzled them with promises of something greater? Had Casey been satisfied in their relationship until Xavier was whispering in her ear about what she deserved, how she ought to be treated, and who knew what else Luka hadn’t been around to hear?

It took a lot of thinking, a lot of sad and angry songs played on borrowed guitars that never sounded quite right, a lot of long talks with his mother, and even a few with his sister, to get him out of the spiral of self-recrimination and get his focus back on the future, on what he had to do next.

Luka hadn’t been thinking about fate or destiny or karma or even luck when he looked into Ladybug’s stunning blue eyes for the first time and shook her small hand. Oh, he’d been impressed with her from the beginning. Her entire vibe was intense and alive and she was sassy and competitive without being cruel, and she was really, really cute. But romance couldn’t have been farther from his mind at that moment.

Then she kept being thrown in his way, spirited and determined and clearly attracted to him. Marinette had a terrible poker face, and some part of him was delighted by her blushes and glances, but he squashed down the remnant of that ugly duckling teenage boy and kept his cool. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, he wasn’t interested in a fling, and he wasn’t about to lead her on just to flatter his vanity. She dealt with enough bullshit already, so he tried to show her he liked and respected her without letting it go any further.

Luka kept his cool right up until she was standing there, tough as nails, cute as a button, trying and utterly failing to cover up what a blow it was to have to forfeit an entire event’s worth of matches, knowing it would more than likely knock them out of the running for the finals. Marinette’s frustration was obvious, as was her care for her friend and her determination not to blame him.

In hindsight Luka wasn’t sure if Marinette was lucky, or he was, that he was there in that moment, ready to swoop in and save the day with his impulsive decision to stand in for Max. He’d had no idea what he was getting into. Playing with her was a blast, but he already knew she was smart and capable and powerful. He could handle Ladybug.

He was completely unprepared for Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the beating heart and passionate spirit behind that tough gamer girl front she put on.

Luka knew he was in trouble when he left the bakery with weak knees and a frantically beating heart.

He knew he was in deep trouble when she was sewing his hoodie on the Liberty and he began thoughtlessly composing a song to fit her.

He knew he was doomed when she stood on the gangplank practically glowing with the sun behind her, looking at him with those big gorgeous eyes, her perfect lips curved into a sweet smile, and all the warmth of their easy companionship still fresh in his heart.

Still, Luka had hesitated, willing to explore a tentative friendship with her but telling himself he wasn’t ready for anything more. He didn’t trust the attraction he felt towards her. Her crush on him might not even be that serious. He shouldn’t read too much into it. He would just go and compete and they would go back to being casual acquaintances and…

And then she’d taken that first step after him, reached out to him despite her obvious fear, almost expectation that he would reject her, and opened the door to so much more.

And now he had a beautiful, impossibly sweet, deliciously passionate, insanely brilliant girlfriend with a creative mind like nothing he’d ever seen, and he was the most lovestruck, useless sap on the planet. Marinette was as dramatic as Casey had ever been, but even her drama was comfortable, accommodating, nothing she ever expected him to solve or eliminate. He just stood back and sympathized as she ranted and fumed and had her dramatic movement and then she moved on to actually solving the problem. She was incredibly driven, incredibly kind, and no matter how much time they spent together, he never wished it was less. Maybe Marinette wasn’t a musician but she was an artist, and she always seemed to know how to give him the space to pursue his own passions without ever being out of reach and every time he was with her he felt like the luckiest dumbass on the planet, whether they were doing something together or just existing near each other as they did their own thing.

Or making out. Oh Marinette was a fantastic kisser, sweet and attentive and exciting, tuned in to his every reaction. The height difference took some getting used to, but before long he found that he loved the way she fitted against him, the way he could curl around her, how small her hands were in his, how big his own looked on her hips or her back. She had learned impressively quickly how to tempt him into taking charge or reduce him to a pile of goo. And she made the best sounds when he returned the favor.

Focus, Luka , he told himself as he opened the door to the bakery. He’d already been on the receiving end of one gentle, if mildly embarrassing, reminder from her mother that Marinette was eighteen and could make her own choices, but that she was still younger than him and he should be cautious about pushing her into things she might not be ready for. Sabine had been so mild about it that Luka couldn’t really feel insulted, though Marinette would probably be mortified if she knew her mother had said any such thing to him.

Still. Better not to have those kinds of thoughts in his mind just now. Luka always came into the house through the bakery so that they knew he was there, mostly as a courtesy (and partly so they would know to knock before barging into Marinette’s room). He greeted Sabine and waved at Tom in the back, then went on up the stairs.

Luka knocked on the apartment door but went ahead and let himself in, not expecting her to hear him if she was up in her room.

Marinette wasn’t in her room, as it turned out, but in the kitchen, singing to herself as she flitted back and forth in the small space. She waved at him and he grinned, setting his bag down on the couch and coming over to her. “You came,” she smiled, stretching up on her toes as he leaned down to meet her for a quick kiss.

“You asked me to,” he pointed out, choking back a laugh at the memory of Juleka’s teasing.

Marinette ignored him, and Luka waited until she had set down whatever mysterious baking implements she was holding before catching her wrist and pulling her close. Marinette hummed happily as he leaned down to kiss her more fully, resting her forearms on his shoulders but keeping her flour-covered hands away from him.

Not that he would have cared. He was more than happy to let her cover him in flour paste if it meant she was holding him. This was good enough for now, though, as long as her plush lips were under his. She’d clearly been nibbling on whatever she was making and she tasted amazing.

Marinette pulled back a little when he tried to press close to her. “Don’t, I’m dirty,” she whispered, and Luka couldn’t help laughing even as a twinge of heat shot through him. Marinette backed away from him and raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry,” he grinned at her. “Juleka was picking on me before I left and it’s got my mind in the gutter.”

Marinette’s eyes widened slightly and then she blushed and pouted as she thought back to what she’d said. “Juleka should keep her mouth shut,” she grumbled, turning away from him to wash her hands.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Luka chuckled, putting his hands on her hips and stepping up so her back, which was mostly clean, was against his chest. “Why are you stress baking?” he asked, and leaned down to trail kisses along the side of her neck.

“What makes you think I’m stress b-baking?” she asked, tilting her head, breath hitching slightly as she reached blindly for a towel that was well out of her reach.

“Mmm.” Luka reached out and snagged the towel off of the oven handle easily, putting it in her hand. Then he lifted his face and looked pointedly at the mess around them, and then back down at her. “When you’re baking from a project, you’re super organized and everything is set out carefully. You only make this kind of a mess—” He gestured down at the pile of baking dishes in the sink and then at the haphazard collection of ingredients crowded on the small counter. “—when you’re stress baking.” He returned to her neck, pressing a kiss to the hinge of her jaw. “So tell me why you’re stressed, and how I can help make it better.”

Marinette huffed and shoved an elbow back into him. “It’s your fault to begin with,” she muttered, and Luka straightened immediately, frowning.

“Me?”

Marinette sighed. “Yeah, I—” She blew out a sigh and pulled away from him, turning around to face him. “I just, I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“That sounds ominous,” Luka said slowly, shifting back a little.

Marinette put her hands over her face and made a frustrated noise. “No, it’s not that bad, I’m—I’m making a big deal out of nothing.”

Luka coughed to cover the laugh that he couldn’t quite keep in, and it was a supreme act of will to say nothing.

Marinette dropped her hands and glared at him, clearly knowing what he was thinking, and reached back to untie her apron with quick, decisive movements (which shouldn’t have affected him the way it did, damnit Juleka). Once it was off, she grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the kitchen behind her. “Shouldn’t we clean up?” he asked, glancing back with concern.

“We’ll do it later,” Marinette said.

“But your baking—”

“I just put the dough in the fridge to chill, it’s fine,” she said, pulling him up the stairs to her room.

Luka couldn’t say he hated where this was going but he was pretty confused. He followed Marinette up into her room, where she let go of his hand and kept walking. Taking that as his cue to stay put, Luka shut the trapdoor gently behind them and nudged the lock into place with his foot. Just in case.

“Well. I, um...I don’t know how you’re going to feel about this,” Marinette was saying, bending over a large chest in the corner of her room to get at something behind it, and Luka had to look at the floor. “And I want you to know I had nothing to do with it—well, I mean not nothing, because I did tell Jagged something about what happened with, you know, before, with XY and how he stole your music, but I didn’t use any names and I kept everything really general, it’s just I was thinking about it while I was working on his fitting and I guess I was making a mad face and he wanted to know what I was thinking about and, well I know it’s not my story to tell so I—but Jagged is so—so—” she paused, making a grunt of effort as she hauled something up and over the chest.

“Okay, I only followed about half of that,” Luka said as evenly as he could, glancing up from his determined study of the toes of his boots just as Marinette turned to him, both hands wrapped around the handle of a heavy black case that was...very familiar in shape.

Luka looked from the guitar case in her hands to her face, uncomprehending. Marinette shrugged, and bit her lip, shuffling across the floor towards him. “It’s for you. From Jagged. Take it,” she muttered, blushing.

That stunned him speechless. Luka took the case from her on autopilot, crossing the room to lay it on the chaise and flip up the latches as Marinette began babbling again, insisting that she didn’t deserve the credit (or the blame) for this, and then he opened the case lid and felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

Marinette shoved a chair under him just in time as his knees went weak and he sat down, bringing one hand to cover his mouth as he stared down at the sleek professional quality acoustic guitar in front of him. It was black, with Jagged Stone’s logo emblazoned off-center on the lower half in purple.

“It’s from the new line he’s sponsoring,” Marinette said uncomfortably, shifting her feet. “Not released yet,” she added quickly, before he could gather his wits enough to question her. “They sent it to him to demo and approve, and well...once he played it and decided it was good enough he gave it to me, to give to you. He said a pro should have both kinds. Which is weird, really, because I’ve never seen him play anything but an electric, but...” She cringed as Luka’s fingers hovered over the unmistakable signature scrawled up one side in some kind of glitter ink. “He insisted on signing it. I hope that’s okay.” She reached forward and plucked a note tucked into a pocket of the case and handed it to him.

Luka took it absently, still staring. He touched the guitar lightly, taking in the silky texture of the finish and the quality of the wood, the elegant shape, the gleaming hardware. It was beautiful. He loved Claire, he really did, but sometimes you needed a different sound for different songs—

His brain screeched to a halt. A different sound. A different sound.

Marinette nudged him, startling him out of his thoughts. He unfolded the note.

Hey kid, he read, I heard your story. Wanna be’s always hate the real deal, and you’re it. I wouldn’t blame you if you want to keep things to yourself for a while, but I’d love to hear what those songs were meant to sound like before that baby-faced nobody murdered them. If you’ve got more to share, Marinette’s got my number.

Rock ‘n roll!

Jagged Stone

P.S. Fuck with my girl and I’ll stick this guitar where the sun don’t shine, and that’s just for starters.

He looked up at Marinette, and she fidgeted. “You don’t have to take it,” she said weakly.

There were about a thousand things he could have said at that moment, but what came out was, “Is this why you asked me not to bring Claire?”

Marinette shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “I didn’t know if she was the jealous type.”

Luka chuckled. Marinette always seemed fondly exasperated with his tendency to anthropomorphize his instruments, skeptical but indulgent, willing to play along without actually trying to compete with an inanimate object (one of Casey’s more annoying habits).

“So...is it okay? You’re not...mad?” she asked, and Luka laughed weakly.

“I’m not mad,” he said, leaning back and reaching for her. She let him pull her over and sit her on his knee. “It’s amazing, Marinette, really.” He squeezed her, and trying hard not to sound like a total fanboy, asked, “Jagged really played it himself?”

“He did,” Marinette confirmed. “For over an hour. First time I’ve ever heard him play an acoustic, actually.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda sorry I missed that,” he said, leaning into her as she put her arms around him. “Jagged Stone.” He looked at the paper in his hand and shook his head slightly. “He wants to hear my music? Wow, Marinette, this is just...I’m speechless.”

“I told you, I didn’t do anything,” she mumbled, pressing her face into his neck. “I shouldn’t even have said anything to him without your permission, I just...I was distracted fitting the jacket, and I didn’t even realize I’d said it until he screamed ‘I knew that little shit didn’t have that kind of talent!’ and I nearly jumped out of my skin.”

Luka laughed and kissed her hair, and he felt her lips curve against his skin. “Did he really say that?”

“Mmhm,” she said, responding to his nudges against her temple by lifting her face so he could kiss her. He took his time about it, savoring her soft lips and the smooth, soft skin under his thumb as he stroked her cheek. Marinette’s hands slipped under his hoodie and he gladly shifted so she could push it down his arms and off, feeling more than a little warm as it was. His hand went to her waist instead of her face, slipping under her shirt to settle against her abs where he could feel the rippling muscle beneath the slight softness as she moved. He didn’t even know that was a thing for him until he met Marinette and now he couldn’t get enough of it. It was just more luck for him that she liked his rough hands against her skin. Her hands slid up and down his chest and over his shoulders and arms and he pressed into her touch with a little moan.

Luka loved that she understood that about him, how much he craved the connection of touch. Even before they were together, it had been a struggle to keep his hands to himself as they grew closer. The night of the party, up on the roof, he’d been so lost in a confusing whirl of emotion that he nearly felt sick, and her small, strong arms around him had grounded him, soothed him, without him even having to ask. She’d been amazing that night, beautiful and fun and temptation itself as they danced, and fire and fury as she defended him and Juleka both, and gentle and comforting when he needed her.

Somewhere in that confusing ball of emotion it had suddenly dawned on him, with the clarity and sharpness of cut glass, that he would be an idiot to let her go, if she still wanted him. He was so lucky that she’d waited for him, that she’d had the patience to let him go and settle things with Casey, that she’d decided he was worth steeling her courage and facing up to the memory of whatever idiot had hurt her in the past. It was hard, waiting that last week, unsure and nervous but choosing to trust her, and choosing to trust his own instincts again—instincts that were telling him whatever you do, don’t let this one go. But she’d waited on him for far longer, so he could hardly refuse to wait for her. And it was...so worth it.

He was so, so lucky.

“So, are you going to try it out?” Marinette asked, bringing him back to the moment. Her hands were still flexing against him and she was kiss-bruised and ruffled and breathless and God he had never been less interested in a new guitar, he was so stupid for her, he half-expected violins and rose petals and fucking rainbows and unicorns every time they were together. She blinked slowly, smile shifting into a smirk, and Luka swallowed hard.

Focus.

“Only if you get off my lap,” he told her, voice a little rougher than he intended. He cleared his throat as Marinette giggled and slid off his knee.

“What are you going to call this one?” Marinette asked, amusement plain in her face.

“I don’t know,” Luka said, lifting the guitar out of the case. He noticed with amusement the strap, and glanced knowingly up at Marinette. She blushed and shrugged, looking away.

“It had that skinny kind you don’t like,” she mumbled, “So I made a new one.”

“I love it,” Luka grinned, unreasonably pleased by her fancy signature in gold embroidery on the inside of the strap. It took him a moment to get his stupid grin under control and slip the strap over his shoulder.

He ran long fingers over the neck and body lightly. “I have to get to know them before I can name them,” he continued. Luka set his fingers and then strummed slowly down the strings, but he winced at the sound. He worked on the tuning, noting the silky feel of the wood under his hands, the way he hardly had to adjust his hands at all, like the guitar had been made for him. When the strings were in tune he strummed slowly down them again, and this time the sound was…

His pulse increased, and he glanced up at Marinette. “I’ve been working on something,” he said. “I wanted you to hear it, but it wasn’t quite right. I think I’d like to try it now, if that’s okay.”

“Oh,” Marinette blinked, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Of course.”

Luka moved the guitar case and slid onto the chaise, patting the spot next to him. Marinette sat down, fidgeting with her fingers and watching him with gratifying anticipation. It always gave him a thrill, to see how eager she was to hear him play.

Luka set his fingers on the fretboard again, took a settling breath, and played the song he’d been crafting and refining in his mind since the day she came to practice at the boat.

Marinette gasped quietly, and laid her hand over her heart, closing her eyes. Luka let his own lids fall as he played, though the instrument wasn’t quite familiar enough yet for him to close them all the way.

He knew as soon as he began that he wasn’t wrong, that this was what he’d been missing and trying to find all this time. The melody was just right, but the sound had been off. Ladybug might be the jangling twang and sassy attitude of the electric, flashy and exciting, but Marinette...Marinette was the mellow, sweet sound of the acoustic, authentic and sincere. Simple, but quality, resonating with craftsmanship and passion and warmth. He took a shaky breath as he listened to the last chord resonate and fade away, and then lifted his eyes to hers.

She swallowed at the look he was giving her, and then whispered, “How was it?”

“Perfect,” he breathed, gazing at her with all the wonder and love she inspired in him. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Great,” she said breathlessly. “Now put it down.”

Luka did, setting it carefully in its case, and before he’d even straightened up all the way Marinette was crawling onto him. She straddled his lap and took his face in her hands, as she kissed him hard, drawing an answering passion from him. Luka wrapped his arms around her, drawing her as close as he could get her, overwhelmed and overflowing with feelings he couldn’t contain or ignore.

He wanted to be sure she understood, though. He’d been told before that some things had to be said out loud, and Luka didn’t want to mess this up.

“Hey,” he mumbled, as soon as he had space to, but Marinette was kissing him again before he could get any more out. She made an inquisitive noise, moving her kisses to his jaw so he could speak, but Luka pulled back gently, just enough to be able to look her in the eye—in those beautiful, breathtaking eyes, and he had to swallow hard before he could speak. “I love you,” he breathed, and Marinette’s smile shone like the sun.

“I know, silly,” she said, rubbing her nose along his, and then she nodded at the guitar. “I heard you the first time.”

He felt the slow, stupid grin spreading across his face.

It made Marinette blush from her collar to her hairline, and she kissed him again fiercely. “I can’t say it as beautifully as you did,” she whispered against his lips, “But I love you too.” Then she yelped as Luka moved suddenly, dumping her off his lap back onto the chaise. Marinette moved back against the arm, shifting to accommodate him automatically as he crawled over her; by now they had plenty of practice arranging themselves in the small space.

“Is this all right?” Luka asked, even as she was running her hands appreciatively over his arms braced on either side of her.

“It’s perfect,” she sighed, leaning up to meet him as he kissed her, intent on showing her just how lucky he felt to know her, to hold her, to love her.

It was totally worth the lecture they got from Tom for leaving a mess in the kitchen.

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Let’s Talk About Sex III

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Intermission

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: A sexually frustrated virgin? What’s a girl to do….

A/N: Hey yall!!! Wow, SO many directions this chapter could have gone in and I had a hell of a time trying to pick one. Some of this was based off a conversation I had with my good sis @middlegroundd so shoutout to her for helping be bounce my erratic flowing ideas off of her! Thank you all for sticking around and waiting patiently for this chapter, and thank you to the people who checked up and inquired about this series, I love that you all love it. Hoping this part doesn’t disappoint, still more to come!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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It had been an entire week since the embarrassing night where you’d almost died from getting head, and the long days of sexual depravation were starting to get to you.

After you and Erik patched up your emotional misunderstanding, he had reduced you to forehead kisses and PG cuddle sessions, almost acting like he was too afraid to touch you now that he’d witnessed first hand your lungs limited capabilities.

For the first three days you’d embraced it, using the opportunity to continue building on the emotional foundation you’d created together. It was always easiest when you were physically close to one another, needing the connection to help keep you grounded and remind you of just how real your feelings were for one another.

You had never really been one for much physical affection in the past, so it completely caught you off guard the first time Erik ever wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, caressing your shoulders. You liked it.

You’d been at the strawberry festival (an event you practically begged Erik to go with you to), and you’d just finished visiting all the food booths, snagging yourselves some delicious strawberry nachos paired with a couple pints of strawberry beer, passing the delicacy between the two of you.

You dipped your finger into the fluffy mountain of whipped cream, swiping it onto his nose and then turning away quickly, popping your finger into your mouth and acting as if nothing happened. You bite down on your index, barely holding in your giggles as you sneak a peek at him, and see his eyebrows raised high with shocked expression on his face.

Your laughing fit takes over you, and you throw your head back and bark a hearty chuckle, so distracted that you almost run into a fence with displays of keychains hanging from it.

Erik catches you by the elbow at the last second, pulling you into him, your soft body bouncing against his hard chest as you catch your balance.

“Uh-huh, that’s what your silly ass gets,” he teases you with a toothy smile, the whipped cream still painted on his face making him look like a goof.

You scoff back playfully, gaze lingering on his handsome face, and before you can catch yourself you lean up on your tippy toes and lick his nose, catching some of the white sweetness on your tongue. You lick your lips tastily before realization of what you’d done hits you, and your eyes go wide in fear and embarrassment.

“Umm- I-” you stutter, words caught in your throat as your mind tries to come up with an excuse for why you just oddly licked this mans nose like a puppy.

“Wassup?” He watches you funnily, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk.

“You tryna taste me, babygirl?” He nudges your shoulder with his, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Your face gets hot and you shake your head wildly in denial.

“No! I- I-”

“It’s alright if you were, princess. I’m tryna taste you too.” He bites his lip, winking at you, and even though you can’t feel your face, you’re pretty sure your soft brown cheeks are fire engine red and your mouth is agape.

His eyes switch between yours for a second, soaking in your expression before his own eyes squint together adorably, and he let’s out a cheek aching laugh that makes your heart do funny things.

He tries to mush his sugary face into yours, and you squeal, holding him off with a hand pressed against his chest, feeling something beneath his shirt. You stop, fingers wandering curiously over his pecs, feeling the strange textured ridges with your fingertips before you feel his heavy gaze on you, watching you.

You pull your hand back, clearing your throat.

“Sorry,” you sheepishly look up at him, trying at a half smile.

He catches your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss those same finger tips, rubbing them along his lips.

“Don’t ever apologize about being curious with me,” he tells you, giving your a knuckles a charming kiss.

You feel a blush prick at your cheeks from the sweetness of his statement, and you roll your eyes at him before slapping a napkin on his face.

“Cute ass…” you mutter, and he chuckles, wiping his face clean of the sticky substance.

You walk off towards the bathroom, feeling his hand wrap around your shoulders and pull you close, surprising you and making you stutter in your steps. You feel the warmth of his embrace and the subtle scent of his body wash, and for the first time ever you hug him back, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You’d never done this “cuddling” thing before, but here, wrapped in his arms, you’d never felt a feeling so… nice.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, you twirl a curl around your finger as you sit and reminisce, a lazy smile forming on your lips.

You were so in love, and boy, it showed. You were ready to take that love to the next level, too, but first: some maintenance.

You lean over and open the bottom drawer of your sink cabinet, reaching in to collect the small black case that held your electric razor.

You place it on the counter, unzipping the pouch and pulling out the necessary items; the razor, the one inch guide, and the small cleaning brush for after you finished.

Erik was currently at the gym with a few of his buddies, so it gave you the perfect amount of time to give yourself a quick shave before hopping in the shower and throwing on the brand new Fenty lingerie that’d just arrived in the mail yesterday.

You were tired of waiting and you were ready to blow Erik’s mind and seduce him into ravaging you the way you wanted him to. The way you needed him to. You were no delicate little flower, and you wanted him to know that.

You shimmy out of your shorts and panties, stepping out of the garments pooled around your feet and grabbing up the razor.

You click the guide in place, double checking to make sure its secure, and you step into the tub, lifting your foot up to prop it on the edge of the pretty white acrylic bath.

You make a quick few swipes on your phone to play one of your Spotify alternative rock playlists and turn on the razor, the music helping drown out the incessant buzzing.

You get down to work, opening your legs wide and spreading and pulling your lower lips taut to help you get the right angle. You hum along to the lyrics of Pierce The Veil’s ‘Hold On Till May’, letting the somber music dull your senses and help you to concentrate.

You were halfway done with one side when you hear the click of the door latch, Erik’s voice following close behind.

“Hey baby, have you seen the Epsom sal-”

You shriek in surprise, your hands flying up to your mouth, the razor falling from your grip and clattering against the bottom of the tub, sliding against the sides before settling in the middle.

Erik’s eyes go wide and his voice is caught in his throat, his eyes zeroed in at your half shaven mound, mouth stuck in a wide “O”.

Your hands fly down to your lady parts to cover yourself, your ears hot and burning.

“Don’t you knock anymore?! Get the hell out!” you scream at him, your voice wavering. You swear you could cry right now. Why God? Why did you have to be so cruel?

Erik doesn’t budge, and for what feels like hours you both just stand there, looking at each other, with nothing but the sound of soft rock and the continuous rattle of the razor still dancing against the tub floor.

Erik finally comes to his senses and he blinks his eyes a couple times, turning away to give you some privacy, still saying nothing.

You grab the shower curtain and close it, turning to bend down and grab the razor, finally turning it off.

“What the fuck bruh? Why it take you so fucking long to turn around?” you yell at him, and the aggressiveness in your voice helps to mask the tears that threaten the corners of your eyes that were making you sound a little choked up.

You don’t mean to be talking at him like he was just anybody, but you were angry and embarrassed, again, and you felt humiliated.

You grab a wash cloth from of the shower rack and turn on the tub faucet, rinsing it and your body clean of the pubic hair that peppered it.

Erik was still in the corner facing the wall silently, and you could see him fidgeting nervously with something in from of him.

You finish up and pull down one of the towels hung over the rail, wrapping it around your bottom half.

Opening the shower curtain you step back out, digging your toes into the rug and wiping them off. Erik finally turns around to look at you, his mouth back in working condition.

“I’m sorry Y/N - I didn’t mean to - you didn’t cut yourself, did you? I - I was just tryna…”

“It’s alright, Erik,” you say annoyed, rolling your eyes. Your irritation had subsided a bit after your mini shower, and you felt a lot better now that you were covered up a little.

You reach down to collect your shorts and underwear, ready to put them back on again when Erik stops you, pushing your hands away with one of his own.

It’s then that you realize now that his hand was no longer in front of his waist that he had a massive hard on, one that he was failing to cover up with the remaining hand.

“Are… are you hard right now?” you ask him, your mind completely blown.

You were not expecting that. At all.

“I um…” he chuckles nervously, rubbing at the back of his head, staring at the floor.

“I didn’t meant to, you just…” his eyes trails up to fixate on the skin of your exposed calves, lingering there for a moment as he tries to collect his thoughts.

He clears his throat, trying again.

“You just looked so fucking good…” he whispers out the last few words “… and I wasn’t expecting it,” his voice gets a little louder again, “ and then you got mad and you started yelling, and then it really started to just…” he gestured to his third appendage between his legs, voice trailing off in bashfulness.

You can see his dimples start to show as he smiles a little in embarrassment, eyes finally meeting yours. “I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He takes a deep breath, blowing it out before finishing his little confession. “You’re just so goddamn sexy to me.” His gaze slowly moves from your feet all the way up to your face, admiring your frame, and he can’t help but lick his lips at the sight.

You stand there with the towel wrapped around your waist, head tilted as you study Erik in disbelief. He must’ve really been feeling the effects of this week just as much as you were if this was his response to walking in on you shaving your cat.

Once again, Erik Stevens had managed to turn what you thought was a mortifying experience into something so… normal. And, in this case: sexy.

You decide not to waste any time and use this moment to your advantage. You were still horny, after all.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your mouth turns up into an adorable little mischievous smile, one that Erik can always spot from a mile away.

“You think I’m sexy, Stevens?” you tease him, arching an eyebrow.

He bites his lip, taking a lazy step in your direction as he looks down at the floor, shrugging.

“Yeah, you cute or whateva I guess,” he says nonchalantly, and you laugh, punching him in the shoulder and making him chuckle.

“Nah, you think I’m gorgeous, you want to hug me,” you start dancing around him in a circle in a silly manner, quoting Gracie Hart from Miss Congeniality. “You want to love me, you want to smooch me,” you keep on singing, and Erik’s eyes crinkle in the corners at your cute ass childish antics, grabbing your waist from behind and pulling you into him.

He puts his head on your shoulder, smushing sloppy kisses into your cheek as he rocks your bodies back and forth, groaning into your skin.

“Mm… I wanna do allll of that,” he mutters, pulling at the knot in the towel, “and so much more…”

You’re focused on his lips nibbling away at your skin, but when the cold air hits your lower portion you yelp, grabbing at the towel and wrapping yourself back up tightly.

“Wait! Right now?” you remember the semi mullet situation you had going on down south due to being so rudely interrupted, and your eyes go wide. “Like, right now right now?!” No way were you letting him see that. Well, not again, at least.

“Girl, don’t act like you ain’t been tryna drop hints at me since Thursday. I be seeing them short ass skirts and shit you be wearing when we go out, showing off them sexy ass legs in them fishnets. Lucky I don’t spank that ass for showing off like that,” he bites at your neck.

You laugh flippantly at his threat, pushing him off you.

“Boy, bye. If I wanna prance around in short ass skirts in public then I’mma prance around in short ass skirts in public and ain’t shit you can do about it. Try again.”

You shut him down quick. You’d be damned if this nigga was gonna try to interfere with your dress game, especially after you’d finally been able to find the perfect skater skirts and dresses that actually covered your ass and looked flattering. Plus, summer just started, and you were not about to go back to wearing jeans and sweatpants in this heat.

He takes note of your response, storing it in the back of his mind for later. It might not be today, but he was going to teach you about showing that ass of yours, his ass, off to other people. He’d make sure it’d be a lesson you never forget.

“Uh-huh. Keep that same energy,” is the only comment he makes on the subject, and he walks over to the toilet seat, flipping the top down and sitting on it, patiently waiting.

“Soo, wassup? Why you so shy all of a sudden, little Miss Vixen,” he bites his tongue at that, grinning snidely at you.

“By the way, ya Fenty Lingerie came in the mail yesterday. Very sexy, I might add,” he winks at you, and your jaw drops.

Dammit! That was supposed to be a surprise! It was impossible trying to hide things from this nigga, even in your own goddamn apartment.

You point a finger at him, eyes narrowed. “You gon learn to stop going through my shit, dammit.”

He points a finger right back, eyeing you with warning. “And you gon learn to watch that tone when you speaking to me, Y/N. Not my fault you be leaving your laptop open on the couch.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and propping yourself on the wall by the door.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Are you done now? Can you leave?” You were about done with his witty little comments right about now.

You’d been busted in on, had your surprise ruined, and now you were being scolded like a child.

This was not part of the sexy seduction night you had in mind, and at this point you were ready to just finish shaving, take a long, hot shower and snuggle up in your bed with your favorite onesie on. (You may or may not have also planned to lay all up under Erik as well, but you’d get to that later.)

You turn the knob and open up the door, gesturing with a head nod to help drive the point home. He sighs, getting up and stretching him arms high above his head, groaning loudly and making an exaggerated show out of it.

You smack your gums, rolling your eyes at his extra ass, but when they come back around they land on the small bit of exposed skin right below his navel that you can see peeking out. Your eyes linger on the little round scars decorating the pretty brown skin of his happy trail, and you tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as you think about what lies beneath the Calvin Klein waistband on his hips.

“See something you like, princess?” You’re ripped from your thoughts, and you clear your throat as you make eye contact with him, seeing that smile up on his lips. You can only imagine the thirsty ass look you just had on your face, and you internally groan.

“Im ready to see the walls of my shower, Erik. Now bye.”

He slowly makes his way on over to the door, accepting his dismissal. Right as he reaches it, instead of walking out, he closes it.

“Yo what the f-“ he covers your mouth with his hand before you can finish, pressing you back against the wall, and he leans down, his face close to yours.

“You been talkin to me real fucking reckless ever since I stepped foot in this bathroom, lil girl. All that sexual frustration got you feelin real bold, huh?”

You can hear your hard breaths against his hand, and they grow rapid as he leans closer, putting his face centimeters from yours. You nod your head vigorously in answer, not wanting to chance it.

“Mhm. That’s what I fucking thought. It’s alright tho babygirl, cuz Daddy gon take care of you real quick. Lift up your arms.”

You do as he says, holding both your arms up above your head and flat against the wall. He removes his palm against your mouth and reaches up to grab both your wrists in a tight firm grip, locking you in place.

He looks down between the two of you to the towel still covering you, and he takes his other hand and hooks a finger into it, tugging it loose.

It’s then that you notice that he also has the razor in his hand, and your eyes glance over to the spot where you left it on the counter, only to see it bare.

The towel falls at your feet, and now you’re naked from the waist down, Erik’s eyes drinking everything in.

He hikes one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist.

“Keep it there.”

Taking the razor, he starts grazing the teeth of the guide against the inside of your thigh, careful not to press down too hard. The sensation is rough and scratch-like, but it sparks something in your center, and you start to squirm a little at the tickling feeling.

He makes long soft scraping motions, starting at the junction at your pelvis and dragging the razor down the length of your thigh. Your back arches and your thigh shakes a little bit, almost faltering.

You gasp at the slip up, looking up at Erik only to find his eyes already peering into yours.

“Every time it falls, you get another one.” Is all he says.

“What?” The razor clicks on, and your head immediately snaps down to the buzzing device. He flips it around in his palm, the razored edge facing him and the rounded tip of the other end pointing towards you.

He puts it to your navel and your belly jumps at the sensation, and he starts to rub it up and down, teasing your sensitive skin with the vibration. He travels his way down to your mound, letting it run over your already dampened lips and cover the black plastic in your slick.

Its right below your clit and you can feel the buzzing ghosting over you, and you try to grind your hips up at an angle to catch it.

Click. He turns it off and you whimper, the sound sounding sad and pathetic in your ears.

“Stay still. I’m not saying it again.” He eyes you for a few seconds, waiting for you to put up a fight, and when you don’t he turns the razor back on and places it back on your lips, this time right above your clit.

You can feel the vibrations through your lips, and you let out a shuddering moan, watching in awe at Erik’s movements. He draws the end of the razor up and down, making small circles to tease you. Your legs want desperately to jerk and shake, but you hold it together, tensing the muscles in your abdomen to try and keep yourself still.

He finally parts your lips with his fingers and lets the rounded end make contact with your clit, and you groan, the guttural sound getting caught in your throat.

It felt amazing. It wasn’t exactly the same as the toys you had in the back of your closet, but there was something so risky and exciting about it all.

Not only was he finally touching you again, he was borderline fucking you with the back of an electric razor. The man was a Certified Freak ™, and it only made you grow more wet thinking about all the risqué scenarios you were no doubt going to find yourself in with him in the future.

The sensitivity on your clit was reaching its peak and you turn your head to the side and scream into your arm, teeth clamping down on your skin to try and keep quiet.

Erik bends down and bites your exposed neck, sucking harsh bruises underneath your jaw.

“You wanted some attention and now I’m giving it to you, what’s the problem baby girl?” He whispers into your ear, grazing the shell of it with his teeth that sends a shiver down your back before attacking your neck again.

He grinds the end of the razor harder into the hood of your clit, and your head falls back, a single tear trailing down your face. You were so ready to explode all over the place, but you didn’t trust your legs not to give out once you did.

“Daddyyyyy,” you whimper in between hisses of breath, “I can’t- fuck- I’m gonna fuckin cum fuckkk,” you drag a ragged breath into your lungs, and Erik licks the tear from your cheek, kissing you there.

You gasp for air, trying again. “Imna fall… c-can’t hold my legs, Daddy, pleaseee.” You turn your head to face him and he comes up for air from your neck, and you can already feel the soreness of the no doubt dark purple spot he’s left behind.

“You gonna cum?” He presses his face into yours, his lips smothering yours in a sloppy wet kiss. “Huh?”

“Yesyesyes,” you mutter back, pecking small forgiving kisses wherever you could. Another rush of pleasure takes over you, and you can only stand there and wail as you try and keep a grasp on the remainder of your self control.

He lets go of his hold on your arms above your head and they fall to your sides, feeling like dead weight. He grabs your jaw hard and speaks into your mouth.

“You done talking to me crazy then? And wearing short ass shit out the house like you fuckin grown? Huh?”

“Yes Daddy shittt, I’ll be good from now on I promise!” Even in your barely lucid state you had absolutely no intention of actually following through with that last part, but you’d deal with the consequences later. Right now you needed this nut, or you were sure you’d break down and cry.

“Come on and cum then. Cum for Daddy Y/N.” He drops your face and holds up the legs you’d miraculously kept from slipping, and you grab on to his t-shirt with your fingers, burying your face into his chest as you let your orgasm take over you.

You entire body shakes from the force of it, and Erik keeps you pressed back against the wall to prevent you from pushing too hard and making him cut himself on the whirring blades.

You stay stuck against the wall for about three minutes, your muscles aching as your pussy empties itself of all your liquids, dripping down both your and Erik’s legs.

While you can still hear the buzzing noise you can’t feel it anymore, your clit numb from being worked so hard. He clicks it off, reaching behind him and letting it slide down into the sink.

He cleans his fingers of your juices, making nasty smacking noises as he enjoys your flavor. When he finishes, he grabs up your other leg, pulling your lifeless body from the wall and carrying you out of the bathroom to lay down with you on the bed.

He lets himself fall back gently onto the mattress, rubbing circles into your back as you curl up on top of him, nuzzling your nose into his chest and breathing in his cologne - a favorite of yours- that he always wore for you.

Both of you lie there for a few moments in silence, letting each other soak in the eroticism of what just happened.

He peeks down at you, seeing nothing but frizzy rogue curls and the rise and fall of your back from your labored breathing.

He lets his head rest back and looks up at the ceiling, smiling to himself like a total idiot.

God. You had him wrapped right around your little finger, and there was nothing he could do about it. Hell, he didn’t want to do anything about it. He was yours. Utterly and entirely, and there wasn’t a single place he’d rather be than right here, with you.

“Your little ass got me sprung, you know that?” He chuckles, mostly to himself, and you stir underneath him as his hand still rubs your back. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, girl.”

A few seconds go by with no response, and he looks back down at you to see if you heard him.

“Y/N-” “KKCCCCAAAAAUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHH” your chainsaw like snore rips right through his sentence, and it’s so loud and sudden he almost bursts into laughter, and he clamps a hand over his mouth to keep it together.

Yeah. He was yours. All yours.

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Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Softboi! Erik if you squint, Daddy!Kink

#TheHomieFics #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther fics #black panther fandom #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger fan fiction #bp #l.t.a.s.#ltas

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Stetsons and Lace (Stony)

Whoohoo! We got another commission for the STETSONS AND SCHOOLTEACHERS verse! This one is for @ohmydarling who wanted a SAS Vday focusing on Stony and pregnant!Omegas!

VDAY COMMISSIONS HERE!

Enjoy! (its so fluffy omg)

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A tiny Stetson hat sat on the mantle above the fireplace in Steve and Tony’s home, no bigger than the palm of Steve’s hand, not useful in the least but still the most important thing in the entire house.

It had been very carefully placed there Christmas morning, mere minutes after Steve had opened his present from Tony, the big Alpha’s knees literally giving out when he saw the little thing, his mate not knowing whether to laugh or to cry over the joy on the Sheriffs face.

“Yes?” Steve had asked, shaky and uncertain and almost afraid to hope but Tony had nodded, and then Steve’s knees really had gone out, all two hundred plus pounds of him dropping to the floor in an unconscious heap, brought low by the mere sight of a baby hat.

Steve had come to as Tony was laughing hysterically, the sassy Omega nearly howling, holding his sides so they wouldn’t split, but Steve was too happy to care, snatching up the little hat and carrying it carefully over to the mantle so he would see it every day, and that’s where it had stayed for the past six weeks or so.

Tony ran his fingers over the soft leather brim as he dusted a cloth along the shelf, humming to himself as he cleaned, replacing the hat in the exact same spot as he went. For an Alpha who had yet to discover that dirty socks went in the hamper, Steve was surprisingly fastidious about making sure the hat was put back in the same exact place every single time and Tony was more than happy to accommodate his Alpha in this one, fairly adorable act.

“Tony, are you cleaning again?” Clint walked through the door without knocking, ambling over to the other Omega and turning him around for a quick kiss. “You get mated and knocked up and you turn right into a little helper wife, don’t you?”

“I hate everything you just said.” Tony replied flatly, but he kissed Clint back anyway, combing his fingers through the shaggy hair and down to Clint’s belly. “Are you ready for some lunch at Valkyries? How are you feeling?”

“Same as I’ve been for the past five months, round and waddling.” Clint grimaced when Tony bent and purred at his stomach. “Stop doing that. Purring at my belly isn’t going to make the baby an Omega no more than Sam growling at it will make it an Alpha, you’re both ridiculous.”

“Oh I’m ridiculous?” Tony raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “I’m ridiculous? You changed clothes four times yesterday morning because you hated everything in your closet and yet you ended up wearing the same boring khaki you always do.”

“Just because I prefer not to dress like a dandy--” Clint eyed Tony’s ruffled top and coordinating pants, the entire outfit shades of soft blue. “--doesn’t mean I’m boring.”

“You’re very boring.” Tony kissed him again and put the dust rag away, resting a palm over the still nearly indiscernible bump beneath his shirt. “And practical as hell. This is your chance to dress anyway you want and still have everyone tell you that you’re a sweet, pretty Omega. Literally no one would ever say anything about what you're wearing--”

“Which is why you've thrown anything that isn't covered in lace and ruffles out the window?”

“--which is why I've thrown anything that isn't covered in lace and ruffles out the window, and yet you decide to wear a khaki Sheriff’s Deputy uniform with a few seams taken out to give your belly room.” Tony clicked his tongue in disapproval. “You should try being high maintenance Clint, it’s much more fun than you think it is.”

“I’ll have you know people already tell me I’m a sweet, pretty Omega no matter what I’m wearing.” Clint said dryly. “And I think you’re high enough maintenance for the both of us. Where did you even get that outfit, did Pepper bring it from back East for you?”

“She did!” Tony gave a little twirl, the layers of ruffles on his top flaring out around him in a cloud of pale blue. “She brought me three different sets and I love her for it. And my Alpha can’t get enough of seeing me in them.” his cheeks went a little pink. “So that's nice too.”

“It’s both adorable and gross that you still blush when you call the Sheriff your Alpha.” Clint muttered begrudgingly. “When is that going to stop?”

“Probably never.” Tony shrugged into his jacket and slipped on sturdy boots so he wouldn’t slip and fall on the ice outside. “It took us long enough to get to the point where we could call each other ours, and I hope we never get tired of it.”

“Adorable and gross.” Clint repeated, but his blue eyes softened. “I’ve never seen Steve even close to half this happy, you know? Known that Alpha for years and he smiled more in the first few weeks of knowing you than he ever had before.”

“I know.” Tony reached for Clint’s hand so they could help each other down the few stairs. “But why wouldn’t he smile about me? I’m delightful.”

“You’re delightfully a pain in my ass.” Clint teased. “Come on, I’m starving and Valkyrie promised to cook us something good for lunch. My favorite thing about--” a gentle pat to his stomach. “--is that I can eat for a whole posse and no one would dare say anything about it. They just put more food on my plate and tell me I’m glowing.”

“You’re not glowing, you’re sweating.” Tony informed him, and Clint squawked in outrage. “But don’t worry, I won’t let anyone else tell you that.”

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“Hello lovelies.” Valkyrie was over to see Clint and Tony before they had even sat down at a table, kissing both Omegas on both cheeks and trilling in happiness as she smoothed her palms over their bellies. “Pretty Omegas, I have something special just for you to eat, hm? Have to keep your energy up, don’t we! I’ll bring you water and Tony, I have ginger ale for your morning sickness. Clint, you’ll be drinking orange juice.”

“I don’t want orange juice!” Clint complained. “Can I have ginger ale instead?”

“You need your vitamins.” The Beta said flatly, and Clint knew better than to argue. “Juice and water and then I’ll start your lunches.”

“Thank you, Valkyrie.” Tony lifted his head for another kiss, and Valkyrie gave it to him gladly, running her fingers through his hair and smiling in approval over the length.

“Don’t do that.” Tony fussed, trying to smooth his hair back down. “It’s gotten so thick lately I feel like it’s permanently fluffed out! I look half crazy all the time!”

“Well I’m sure your Alpha loves pulling on it, don’t he?” Valkyrie gave the same treatment to Clint’s hair, ruffling up the strands until it was standing a good two inches off his head. “Same with you, hm? If I were your Alpha I’d do all sorts of things when your hair got long like this.”

“Valkyrie, don’t you have an Alpha doing things to you?” Clint emphasized, tipping his head back to encourage the impromptu head massage. “I’m sure Diana likes your hair.”

“Diana loves my hair.” Valkyrie flushed the tiniest bit over the mention of the wild Alpha that had literally walked through the doors of the tavern the year before and won herself both Valkyries heart and body before the night was over. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t think of wicked things to do to the two of you.”

“Valkyrie, are you trying to steal my Omega from me again?” Sam interrupted the conversation with a good natured jab at the Beta’s side. “Hand off, Beta.”

“If you kept your hands on, you wouldn’t have so much to worry about Alpha.” Valkyrie tossed back, but she stepped aside with an indulgent smile so Sam could kiss his mate, the smile growing when the Alpha growled possessively over Clint’s bump. “You want lunch, Deputy?”

“Please.” Sam turned so he could kiss Tony as well before sitting down next to Clint, slipping an arm around the wonderfully-not-trim waist. “What are you two up to today? Causing trouble?”

“I have never caused a day of trouble in my life.” Clint insisted over an insulted sniff, and Tony added a petulant-- “I can’t believe you would ever even think we would--”

“Hey Omegas.” Bucky flopped into the chair at the other side of the table. “Causing trouble?”

Loudly offended gasps from both Omegas, Sam smothering a laugh into his hand, and Bucky immediately took his words back, rumbling low and coaxing so Clint and Tony would relax.

No Alpha in the world was immune to the flower-laced scent of an expecting Omega, and no Alpha in his or her right mind would do anything to upset one, so he growled real sweet at them until first Clint and then Tony smiled.

“That’s better.” he muttered, discarding his hat and running his hand through his hair. “Tasha would have my head if I got you two all worked up. Sam, where’s the Sheriff? I thought he was going to meet us here.”

“He got called out to the Baker’s farm.” Sam supplied. “Gonna try and make lunch but who knows. They coulda called him for help with a loose horse, could be ol’Granny Baker got in the moonshine again and wandered off. That family is like a barrel of monkeys, you never know what’s gonna come tumbling out, but it’s always shenanigans.”

“Hullo Deputy.” Valkyrie flicked Bucky’s ear as she passed, setting down a glass of juice for Clint and ginger ale for Tony. “You boys want lunch?”

“Starving.” Bucky confirmed. “Have you seen my mate yet today?”

“Should be down any minute!” she called over her shoulder as she headed back towards the kitchen. “Be right back with food!”

Natasha came down the stairs before Valkyrie returned, sweeping through the dining room in a teal gown gathered tight in all the right places, plunging in all the other places, and trailing the ground behind her as she headed right for her Alpha.

“Mate.” Bucky’s eyes lit, scooting his chair away from the table so she could fit on his lap, holding her close with his one good arm. “I miss you today.”

“I miss you today too, darling.” She murmured, then straightened with a smile when she noticed the other Omegas at the table. “Well well, look who thought to come for lunch. How are the most beautiful Omega’s in the world?”

Tony and Clint preened under the attention, but Bucky grunted, “Don’t ask questions y’know the answers too, Tash. You’re th’most beautiful Omega in the world.”

“I love you viciously.” She whispered into his ear, and then to Tony, “Where is your Alpha? Surely he isn’t letting you run about town by yourself, not in your condition. I’m surprised he isn’t carrying you around like Sam did with Clint for first few months.”

“I’m barely in any condition at all.” Tony waved her off. “And he knows better than to carry me around like Sam did, I’d shred that stupid hat he loves to wear if he so much as thought about--eep!” He shrieked a little when strong arms suddenly swooped him up out of his chair and he found himself held tight against his mate.

“You would shred my favorite hat?” Steve sounded horrified but that didn’t stop him from cuddling his Omega close and kissing him breathless. “But what if I want to carry you everywhere?”

“Sheriff Rogers.” Tony pushed halfheartedly at an immovable chest. “I am not about to let you carry me anywhere at all, much less everywhere I go.”

“Not even on our walks, Mr. Rogers?” Steve lowered his voice into a rumble and Tony shivered in delight. “What if I want to carry you on our walks?”

“Sheriff Rogers.” Tony purred teasingly. “What kind of Omega do you take me for, willing to take walks in the middle of the afternoon?”

“You were willing to take a walk last night when I joined you in your bath.” Steve countered, keeping his voice very soft as he set Tony back down in the chair, a protective hand over the barely there bump. He ran his nose over the curve of Tony’s neck, breathing in the scent of blossoms that filled the Omega's usual apple and spice scent, sighing contentedly. “And again early this morning, and if I remember correctly you asked for another--”

“That’s quite enough from you!” Tony interrupted loudly and Steve pulled away with one last lingering kiss.

“Uh yeah.” Bucky cut in. “That is quite enough. No one wants’ta see that when we’re waiting for our lunch. S’bad enough your Omega’s all picky and finicky now that he’s expectin’ don’t wanna see you two get all gross together too.”

Everyone around the table laughed, but Steve’s voice had an edge of a growl to it when he replied, “I’d be careful what you say about my mate, Deputy. Tony has every right to be as finicky as he wants about whatever he wants right now, you understand?”

“Holy shit man, take it back.” Sam elbowed Bucky. “Sheriff ain’t joking around.”

“Right.” Bucky grumbled. “I forgot that Stevie lost every bit of of his sense’a humor now that Tony is--”

A warning growl from the blonde Alpha, blue eyes tinging red, and Natasha clapped a hand over her mates mouth. “Bucky is apologizing, Sheriff.” She said, eyes twinkling with laughter. “No one is making fun of your mate. Now stop growling before you make my and Valkyries customers nervous.”

“My god.” Clint whispered to Tony. “There’s something so hot about a protective Alpha.”

“Yeah.” Tony whispered back, doing a little wiggle in his seat. “Tell me about it.”

“Foods up, darlings.” Valkyrie came back with arms laden with plates, setting the first one down in front of Clint, the other in front of Tony. “Alright Clint, your noodles were made with butter and no garlic but I added onions for flavor. No spinach because it makes you sick but more broccoli because you need your greens, and you better drink your juice.”

“Thank you.” Clint beamed up at her before digging in happily.

“Tony, yours has no noodles because you hate them right now so I made a red sauce with extra garlic but only a few onions and poured it over some chicken and tossed the whole mess over some toast.”

“Oh, toast.” Tony hesitated, poking at his food with a fork. “Valkyrie--”

“I picked all the seeds out of your bread.” She told him and Tony sighed in relief. “And there’s no butter on it, but I added extra peas in your veggies and don’t worry, no carrots touched your plate at all.”

“You’re a darling.” Tony said seriously, and she kissed his forehead. “I mean it.”

“I know you do.” Three plates plunked down in front of the Alpha’s, a smaller portion placed in front of Natasha. “Enjoy.”

“Um, Valkyrie?” Bucky frowned down at his plate. “What is this? Where’s my steak?”

“The Omega’s aren’t eating steak right now, the smell makes them sick so everyone is eating chicken or lamb.” Valkyrie answered authoritatively. “Is there a problem?”

“Uh--no, but if I could just--” Sam spoke up this time, pushing some of the salad off to the corner of his plate. “Why is there so many leaves with my lunch? I don’t do salad.”

“Well, you do salad when I gave all the other veggies to the Omega’s, don’t you?” Valkyrie pinned the Alpha’s with a look. “Eat it or leave.”

“My god, I can’t wait until I can eat normal food again--” Bucky started to complain but Steve snarled and he switched immediately to-- “My god, I just love chicken and salad, it's my favorite.”

Valkyrie grinned triumphantly and Clint and Tony tried to hide their smirk. Steve dug into his food without even pausing and Sam and Bucky only sighed a little as they crunched through their salad.

Natasha watched it all from her perch on Bucky’s lap, nibbling at her own food and wondering to herself if any of the catalogs upstairs had options for maternity lingerie. Expecting Omega’s deserved pretty things, and even thought Clint dressed boring and practical, she knew that Tony had swayed the Deputy over to the ruffled side of intimate wear, which meant she could order all sorts of fun things for them.

“What are you thinking about, mate?” Bucky looked up from his lunch and she dotted a kiss onto his nose.

“Nothing, my love.”

“Alright.” Bucky’s blue eyes flickered with something she couldn’t quite read. “We should talk later, hm? You and me?”

Natasha nodded, her heart picking up nervously. “Of course, Alpha.”

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Monday morning brought a new day of school and Tony hated that he didn’t want to go, but lately it was taking most of his energy just to make it through the day by himself, much less to also coach a dozen and a half rowdy children through a day of learning as well.

February was the worst month in Wildrock, winter coming over the hills in the distance to lock their little town down with cold and wind and ice, the sun still setting early enough to make the days feel all too short, the children cranky from being stuck inside for most of the days since Christmas.

In an attempt to alleviate the boredom-- and to distract himself from bouts of nausea and exhaustion-- Tony broke the children into different groups and gave them different crafts to do instead of slogging through yet another vocabulary lesson. It was February after all, and Valentines Day was coming up, so hand making valentines for their parents and friends and perhaps even a crush was a good way to pass some time.

But even with paper supplies and bits of ribbons and lace, the children were still rowdy and Tony rubbed at his temples and counted to a hundred when yet another crudely constructed confetti ball was rained down on the girls heads, leading to screams and shrieks and general mayhem.

“Children!” Tony stood and clapped his hands loudly. “Valentine’s Day is not a time for calamity and war, it is a time for sweetly spoken words given in hushed tones alongside gentle touches! Do not turn my classroom into a war zone when I’d really rather it resemble a Parisian garden.”

Usually a clever turn of phrase had the children settling down and listening attentively, but today Tony’s words had no effect at all, in fact they might have made the noise worse as the boys in the class started chanting for war and hastily assembling more paper bombs and the girls chattered excitedly about going to Paris and seeing gardens and Tony---

--Well Tony was starting to wonder if he could make it upstairs to the apartment above the school so he could vomit in peace because apparently his morning sickness also extended through to lunchtime and wasn’t that fantastic?

Tony prided himself on hardly ever having to raise his voice with the children, but when a desk cracked because Harley had physically tackled Peter in an attempt to get a piece of red construction paper, enough was enough.

Damn it, he was exhausted but that sort of behavior couldn’t be tolerated in his classroom, so Tony straightened up and readied himself to actually shout at the boys, to demand they settle down.

But before Tony even took in a full breath, before he could figure out what he wanted to shout, a low growl rolled over the classroom, rumbling through the floor and laden with enough Alpha to send even the rowdiest of students scrambling for their seats.

Thank God.

Before taking Steve as his mate, Tony never would have shown any sort of weakness at all, preferring to deflect any insecurity or uncertainty with a quippy comment or sarcastic remark. But after nearly a year of being bonded to Steve, he had no problem sagging against the desk in relief, dropping his head into his hands when he saw the Sheriff standing in the doorway to the classroom.

“Children.” Steve was still growling, the words curling heavy and authoritative as he spoke. “I am positive that Mr. Rogers requires better behavior than this in his classroom, isn’t that correct?”

The children shuffled nervously and the Alpha straightened up, folding powerful arms over his broad chest as he pinned the boys with a look. “Mr. Parker. Mr. Keener. Instead of recess today I think you’ll be taking that desk to the wood shop and fixing it, don’t you?”

“Yes Sheriff.” Peter said instantly, echoed by a quiet, “Yes, Sheriff.” from Harley.

“Why don’t you all bundle up and go outside for a few moments now that the sun is up.” Steve said then and the children obediently shuffled over for their heavy coats and gloves, nearly tip toeing out of the classroom and down the front stairs.

As soon as the class was empty, Steve dropped the Alpha Sheriff routine and about ran to Tony, gathering him close and crooning softly. “Sweetheart, are you okay? What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Tony turned his head so he could hear Steve’s steady heartbeat, burrowing closer to his mate. “I’m just tired today. Tired and I’ve been nauseous and I can’t blame the children for being so antsy but I don’t have any patience and--”

“Hush hush.” Steve gave him a quick kiss, running his nose through Tony’s hair before guiding the Omega to his own throat, tilting his head so Tony could scent him. “It’s alright, honey. My Omega. It’s alright.”

“I can’t believe you growled at the children.” A shiver went through Tony as his body started calming, the scent of his Alpha filling his senses and settling his nerves “I’ve never seen them get so quiet so quickly.”

“I didn’t mean to growl at them.” Steve admitted. “But I peeked through the window and you looked overwhelmed that I might have gotten a little protective and over reacted.”

“A little protective?” Tony repeated, hiding a pleased smile in Steve’s shoulder. “Like you did the other day when Bucky poked me and you almost broke his finger.”

“He shouldn’t be touching my mate.” Steve snarled, and then instantly, “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to growl again.”

“Oh my god.” Tony hooked his arms a little more securely around the Sheriff’s neck. “I’m fine, Steve. I’m tired, that’s all. Just tired and maybe... maybe hungry?” he finished hopefully, his stomach suddenly growling. “I’m hungry? Do you have a snack?”

“I thought you would be hungry, so I do have snacks, they are just out in Nomad’s bag.” Steve leaned away just far enough to kiss his Omega soundly, rubbing slow circles over the gentle curve of Tony’s stomach. “I’ll be right back, honey. Please sit down, get off your feet. I’ll bring the children back in.”

No less than ten minutes later, the children were settled quietly in their groups again, diligently making Valentines and only speaking in whispers. Harley and Peter were sitting back to back to avoid any more shenanigans, and Tony was happily munching through a box of his favorite caramel candies. His lips were still tingling from the last kiss Steve had given him, a hand was resting comfortably on his belly, and an extra blanket from Nomad’s saddlebags was tucked around his legs and waist.

Sheriff Rogers was ridiculously overprotective and entirely too concerned about every little thing about Tony’s condition, but good Christ did Tony love him.

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“So he just growled at the children?” Clint asked over a mouthful of caramel candies, snuggling deeper into the covers next to Tony. “Stood at the door and growled at them?”

“And they were suddenly the most well behaved children for the rest of the day.” Tony confirmed, snagging the box from Clint and stuffing a handful into his mouth. “And then he went out to Nomad because he’d brought me an extra blanket and some candies since he thought I would want a snack.”

“Hey, remember when you first came to Wildrock and declared that you didn’t need an Alpha and had no interest in being taken care of by one?” Clint jostled the other Omega lightly. “And how you only wanted Steve for his knot, but had no use for the rest of him?”

“Sure do.” Tony unwrapped another candy. “What the hell was I thinking? Letting Steve wait on me hand and foot is so much better than all that.”

“We all wondered the same thing.” Clint dropped a kiss on Tony’s nose and pulled the blankets up higher. “Speaking of not needing Alpha’s at all, when the hell is mine going to get home and build me a fire?”

“You might be practical but you are worthless!” Tony accused, then squealed when Clint tickled at him. “Just go start a fire! I know you know how to!”

“Why don’t you know how to?” Careful to avoid any pressure on either of their bellies, Clint wrestled Tony down against the bed and pinned him there with a kiss. “I’m further along than you are, you should be spoiling me!”

“You know damn well that sharing my candy is as much spoiling as I will ever do.” Tony retorted, and wove his fingers through Clint’s hair to bring him back for another kiss. “Wacky Omega.”

“I didn’t say you had to spoil me with candy.” Clint’s eyes lit wickedly. “I’m sure I could think of another way or two for you to spoil me.”

“Oh yeah?” Tony raised his eyebrows when Clint started pulling at his pants. “Horny thing, doesn’t your Alpha keep you satisfied?”

“Uhhhh in my delicate condition I need more satisfying than usual?” Clint offered and Tony burst out laughing, sliding into a moan as hands started wandering, their lips meeting again and again. “Besides.” Clint mumbled against Tony’s mouth. “Your Alpha has been so protective lately we haven’t had two seconds together and--”

“What on earth is happening in my own bed?!” Loudly, from the door and both Omegas jumped apart guiltily, peeking up at Sam from beneath the blankets. “I am out there working to put food on the table and my mate and his friend are messing around behind my back?”

“Um---” Tony’s voice squeaked a little. “I mean, technically it’s not behind your back if you’re facing us.”

“That's--” The Alpha’s dark eyes narrowed. “Alright fine, that makes sense. Damn school teacher and your logic.”

“Hi Alpha.” Clint sat up and motioned for his Alpha, pursing his lips for a kiss and sighing when Sam held him tight. “I was just wondering when you were going to get home.”

“Yeah, so I could build you a fire so you and Tony could canoodle together?” Sam answered and Tony snorted when Clint tried to look offended. “That’s about what I thought.”

“Tony?” Steve knocked on the door, but didn’t come in, not one to just walk into another Alpha’s bedroom. “Sweetheart, you ready to go home?”

Tony kissed Clint one last time and slid out from beneath the covers, gathering his boots and coat as he headed towards his mate. “I was sharing my candy with Clint and definitely not trying to get naked.” he said mock-seriously, and Steve caught him in a rough kiss, murmuring, “I don’t care, as long as you saved some of it for me.”

“Don’t forget the box Natasha gave you!” Sam called as Steve carried Tony from the house. “She was very adamant our mates get their present!”

“Presents?!” Clint cried and Tony shrieked-- “Presents?!” and the Alpha’s just rolled their eyes.

High maintenance mates.

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The next day brought about two Omegas giggling and blushing as they ate their breakfast perched on their mate’s laps, and two Alpha’s who growled in satisfaction every time their Omega wiggled or sighed or smiled or snuggled back tighter against their chest.

“Alright, I know I cook good food, but it’s not that good.” Valkyrie said bluntly, eyeing the couples from her spot at the bar. “No way those eggs are good enough to have those two Omegas looking like that.”

“Your eggs are amazing, darling.” Natasha said smoothly. “But I will take credit for this one. I sent the Sheriff and Deputy Wilson home with a box for their mates last night.”

“A box?” Valkyrie repeated. “Or do you mean a box?”

“I mean, a box.” Natasha emphasized. “Full of lacy wear for expecting Omegas and--ahem--marital aids in case they are not feeling up to accommodating their Alpha in the usual way.”

“You are a wicked woman!” Valkyrie threw back her head and nearly shouted with laughter. “No wonder those two Alpha’s look all stupid! They probably had the time of their lives last night!”

“I wouldn’t be quite so good at my job if I didn’t know how to please both Alphas and Omegas.” Natasha adjusted the rather risque neckline of her gown and winked at the tavern owner. “And Beta’s too, of course. If you and that wild Alpha of yours were so inclined to need a helping hand.”

“Trust me.” Valkyrie's cheeks tinted pink. “Diana and I do not need any help at all.”

“If you say so.” Natasha turned from the bar in time to see Bucky stroll through the double doors of the tavern, and she stood to greet him. “Good morning, Alpha.”

“My mate.” Bucky breathed, burying his nose in her neck and breathing in deep. “Mmmmm. Let’s go back home and start our morning over. Not get out of bed at all this time.”

“Why Deputy Barnes.” Natasha pushed at his shoulder playfully. “What on earth could be on your mind?”

“One guess, Ms. Tasha.” the Alpha rumbled and the tiny Omega purred in delight. “In fact, if I wasn’t here on an errand I’d--” he bent to croon something that was obviously enough to shock even the Madame judging by the noise Natasha made and the way her knees went weak.

Whatever the moment would have turned into was interrupted by a shout from Tony and a bark of laughter from Sam, and when Bucky and Natasha turned to look, Sam was kissing Clint’s palm while Steve was wrestling a fork from Tony’s hand, the last piece of blueberry french toast obviously what had started the fight.

“Good god does bein’ in that condition make those two crazy.” Bucky remarked, sitting back on a stool and hauling Natasha into his lap easily, his one arm more than strong enough to hold his petite mate.

“They’re adorable.” Natasha said quietly, almost wistfully. “Sam and Steve are so smitten and Clint and Tony are so beautiful right now and--”

“You want a couple?” Bucky interrupted and the Omega went very very still on his lap. “Boy and a girl? Maybe two boys and a girl so she has big brothers to protect her. What d'ya think?”

“Deputy Barnes.” Natasha’s voice was almost a whisper, hurt leeching into the words though she tried to stop it, her heart seizing in her chest. It hadn’t come up since they were mated, the topic of children. She had figured Bucky knew she...couldn’t... and he’d never said he wanted any so she had been content not to speak of it. Why would they speak of it when it wasn’t an option?

“Hear me out.” Bucky's arm tightened protectively around her waist, nosing comfortingly over her jawline. “We could go to the city and adopt a few, pick out our favorites? I’m real partial to redheads, but I could see bein’ daddy to a set of little blond girls. Boys I teach to wrassle? What do you think?”

Oh. Natasha wanted to break down crying, but instead she tipped her chin and cocked an eyebrow and replied, “I don’t think we get to just pick out our favorites, darling, that sort of thing isn’t quite like shopping. I’d think we would fall in love with whichever one needs us.”

“Whichever one needs us.” Bucky agreed. “Or whichever two or three or however many you want, yeah?” The Alpha didn’t say anything about the tears that filled the green eyes and spilled down Natasha’s cheeks, but he kissed each one away as gently as he could. “What do you think, my mate?”

“I think I love you viciously.” Natasha whispered, purring shakily when her Alpha held her even tighter. “And I want six.”

“Well then, six it is.” Bucky decided. “Gonna need a bigger house, aren’t we?”

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ideclaremarvel · 5 years

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Open Mic

Steve Harrington x Reader

Introduction: Hello!!!! Is ya girl i haven't made a story in so long and i am just in love with Steve and billy from stranger things because who wouldn't ? and just everyone so i might make new stories of those characters. Olala but i'm not taking in any request! ): im sorry just have a busy life and I want to focus on one character at a time. Bare with me i'm rough it's been so long!!

Not sure how long the series will be put i want it to be long and cool haha. Everyone is alive bc i cant wait til season 4 !!! idk how i feel about it but here ya go this probably sucks sorry

warnings: drinking and drugs nothing too bad

Chapter 1:

Summary: After the events at Starcourt Mall, destroying the flayer monster and everyone still managed to come out alive, everyone who was everyone decided to go their own ways. The Byers family moved away along with El & Hopper. As a gift Hop fixed up his cabin for you to stay since it was somewhat destroyed by the Flyer monster. You work at a small bookstore in Starcourt Mall along with Nancy. town there's a small bar that you occasionally read your poetry to the drunken people, it was only for the weekend random people from the bar or around the neighborhood would read their poetry/stories, no one you knew went here.

“Hey Nac, is it alright with you if I head out now?”

looking down your watch it read 7:30 it was Friday and the mall closed at 9, you just want to get home have a shower possibly change clothes before heading down to Dragons Corner Bar. you found this bar when you were tripping on shrooms walking through some woods, thought you were walking in wonderland in the middle of October here a Hawkins. What's odd about the bar was it was hidden, the driveway is long and the parking was big enough to fit probably 100 cars but there's always people walking here. People who are not from your town. Every time you went you felt like you've entered dark ages of dragons, princesses, kings and queens, the entire bar was shaped as a castle.

“Yeah that's fine Y/N, go enjoy your night!” she said with a smile, she usually takes closing on Fridays and you'd take Saturday, as a win win, both satisfied.

As you were leaving the store looking around starcourt so many families laughing, kids running around at their playstation, mothers sitting all together chatting who knows what. A Lot of people from Hawkins high are always here but luckily for you, an exit next to your store. It was a blessing. Avoiding big crowds and possible interactions with people from school isn't what you want. You hated it. Weirdly enough your friends with Nancy who used to be popular, both of you guys are opposite personalities, you will like the odd one out considering you love rock/punk bands and wearing dark clothes, but you always made it look cute making some popular girls angry. You found it amusing.

Walking to your car wasn't much of a walk since they have a section for employees to park, another blessing this Mall has to offer. As you were unlocking your car, you heard the door the mall opened. You wiped your head around, only to find your favorite crush wearing his cute sailor uniform, ‘thank god i don't have a dress code’ you thought.

“Steve! Ahoy mate!!”

giving your best pirate voice and mimicking dancing around in excitement to seeing him, Steve on the other hand that it was bad and laughed.

You loved the way he laughed it was gentle and soft, not enough to roll your eyes but enough to keep making him laugh forever “Y/N enjoyed the attempt but that was bad!” Steve laughed clutching his stomach like he couldn't breathe

He was wiping away tears that went down from all the laughter” i must say cute little dance you did, ya missed me that much?” Steve said sending you a wink.

“are you done now? I tried okay don't give me your bs” you rolled your eyes trying to be sassy.

“Hey now i said it was cute” Steve said while taking off his shirt in front of you, not caring if anyone saw. You couldn't help but stare a little bit, he was fit, nice arms, toned, abs looked so nice you'd want to lick them. Snapping out of your trance of the boy, you went into your car, open the glove compartment to get a small bag containing rolled joints. picked one out throwing the bag onto your passenger seat, fumbling in your purse for a lighter. Groaning not having one on you.

“Need a light?” Steve said holding out his lighter already having the flame dancing for you

Leaning over to light the joint perfectly placed between your lips, inhaling and exhaling before handed it off to Steve, you always loved smoking with him. hell, he's the one that got you into it in the first place.

“Did you roll this?” Steve asked admiring the perfectly rolled joint like he's never seen one nicely rolled, twirling it around if with his fingers.

“Yeah, I usually like to roll a couple at a time and light one whenever” taking the joint from Steve, you briefly touch his hand, that alone gave you small butterflies, sending you shivers all throughout your body.

“How was work? It was pretty busy up at Scoops, god little kids are a bit annoying not knowing what flavor they want”

Steve said frustrated touching the back of his head “robin took care of most of them trying to get them to leave already” he said taking the joint from you inhaling, exhaling the smoke trying to make a ring. Failed but he tried.

“Work was okay, had a few customers come in to buy books, rearrange a small area in the back with Nancy. Were thinking about getting a rescue dog or cat to keep around the bookstore, so were making a little hang out area for people to read their books and have a nice time with animal”

you smiled at the thought of it coming together, you were more excited to adopting a kitty. Steve was looking at you smiling, admiring just how beautiful you are and sometimes he wonders if he should ask you out, he always had this crush on you but from all the rejections he's gotten asking you made him nervous.

He found it sexy just watching you hitting the joint, sometimes he wants to take your face in his hands and kiss you till your lips fall off but he couldn't he was too scared. He really wants to.

“Should get both? Don't you live at the cabin all alone? Get a cat for the bookstore since they are low maintenance and they can take care of themselves”

“I actually haven't thought of that, being alone in the cabin doesn't get lonely, im used to it, peaceful. Besides i asked Nancy to move in since she wants to be away from her house” you took a couple more hits off of the joint before burning it out. Looking towards the sky above trying to look at the stars but it was cloudy so nothing was out.

“I can take you to a shelter and help you pick a cat or dog, whichever you'd want” Steve said giving you a small grin like a little small boy, ugh you thought to yourself, sometimes you think he likes you but you're sure he flirts with every girl.

“Yes i would love that, maybe get food after? My treat” you said singly leaning over to him giving him the biggest smile ever

“Yeah we can eat burgers and milkshakes, how does that sound? I know a place we can go” Steve said while getting down off of your car hood, stretching showing a little of his abs. ‘Fuck’ you thought to yourself. ‘Why am I like this’ thinking this made you groan in annoyance hat Steve picked up

“ whats up Y/N ? watcha got going on tonight? Steve asking while fixing and trying to style his fluffy hair that you oh so loved.

“Gonna go home, refresh myself and then read a book, easy night for a long day” you lied to him, you didn't want no one knowing where your little secret bar was, you didn't want anyone to hear about your poetry.

Especially Steve, sometimes you write about your feelings about him but still you'd rather hide it and not have anyone know about it except well for Nancy she’d know about the crush you have for Steve for awhile now, she says it shows all over my face whenever he's around. Never got what she meant but never cared.

“Sounds relaxing to me, i'm going to meet Dustin and everyone for a drive a Quarry, ill see you around princess” Steve said while getting into his car, rolling down his window flashing you the prettiest smile “i hope you enjoy your night Y/N” waving to you while driving off.

“I wish you'd kiss me” you said out loud but no one but you heard that. Getting into your car you drove off.

Entering dragons corner everyone knew you, pretty much you will come here to escape being alone at home and nights when your thoughts got too much and a drink is what you need.

“Hey Y/N welcome back!”

Tom yelled from behind the corner waving at you.

“Hey Tom! Hows Betta?”

you smiled and waved taking a seat next to Lewis the other bar owner. Betta is tom's wife for over 40 years! You wish you find your soulmate and be together long, sounded cheesy but it's something you've always wanted. “Whats up girl” Lewis said going in for a fist bump.

“Betta doing good, she's been out of town visiting her mother and sisters” he said while mixing up your usual drink, dirty pina colada. not one for beer because of the taste and itll reminded you too much of your stupid father. “You miss her? Whens shes coming back?” you asked wondering when she’ll be back, she treated you like her own daughter after some poetry sessions you'd cry so badly in the bathroom, since you became a regular and pretty cool, they gave you a key for the back office that's so quiet and away from all the noise.

“She should be coming tomorrow, she's been gone for 3 weeks! Not having her around the bar have been so quiet” he said coming around the bar, taking a seat next to you.

“Here made your favorite, added a lil too much of alcohol but it should be okay” tom said giving you the drink with 3 cherries on top because he knows how much cherries are your favorite.

Taking a gulp from the drink you can slightly tell the more alcohol in this, burned your throat a bit but the chillness of the drink helped.

“The drink is wonderful and much needed” enjoying the drink while looking around its a full house, lots of people. Just thinking about being on the stage made you sick but thats why having one dirty pina colada was enough

“Open mic is gonna be starting soon, i think Lewis is getting the mic set up” he said standing up from his chair stretching and sighing

“It's been awhile since we got this much people, betta would be happy”

You had your journal with you with all of your notes of places, people you meet, drugs you've tried, and all the poetry you wrote. It's something you don't want to ever lose.

“Can I go first this time?” I asked nicely, giving him my biggest pout.

“Yeah i gotchu, want another drink? Virgin?” asked before wanting to add anything, he knew you drove here, doesn't want you to be impaired while driving, he cares about you too.

“Yeah, thanks I appreciate it” accepting the drink while Lewis stands on stage getting everyone's attention.

“Welcome welcome our insomniac and alcoholics…..

Earning a chuckled from the crowd.

Welcome to Dragons Corner, tonight we are hoisting our open mic and everyone who is everyone is able to come up here, thank you all for coming and enjoy your evening!!!’’ earning a loud cheer from everyone and having the small fainted of jazz music played, they like to keep it quiet when people are talking but not having any dead silence could get boring and make the readers nervous too.

“We'd like to start off with our favorite writers Y/N!!” Lewis said clapping towards my direction to motion me on the stage having everyone cheering for me made all my jumping nervous calm again.

“Hello everyone, im Y/N and i will be reading some sort of love poem for someone that i wish would notice me, alright here we go…

When i think of you i think of all the good things life has to offer

like coffee on an early morning

the first sight of the sunset or sunrise

Or when someone falls in love for the first time

The way you smile

The way you laugh

The way your hair is poofy and curly

Sharing smokes, secrets, food, love

I wonder what's it like to kiss you

To touch you

To feel you touch my skin

I wonder what's it like making love to you

My lips ache for yours

Please notice me

Notice me how birds notice a worm on the pavement

Notice me

I want to give you the world in this cold lonely world

Notice me………”

You finished and stepped off the staged, everyone snapping their fingers no one clapped during open mic it was just more quieter and better. “Who is this lover boy?hmmm” Lewis said walking down the bar and meeting your gaze

“This kid named Steve, i went to school with him. He was this big king of Hawkins high before Billy came into town and took that title. Steves sweet and nice. He's always looking out for me”

you said smiling just thinking of him made your stomach want to do flips, just something about im made you feel so alive, he’d always make sure you were okay.

“Does he feel the same?” asked while cleaning around being busy but still talking to you

“I'm not sure, well i don't know, i wish i knew..” just the thought of him liking someone else made you sick and sad. You just wanted to be his.

“You're too wonderful Y/N, i bet he does feel the same” giving you a pat on the shoulder and giving you a warm smile the one that says ‘you got this’

You let out the biggest sigh and decided to head out. “Alright Lewis, Tom i'll see you guys tomorrow night!” waving at both of them as you were leaving the magical castle. Stepping outside was a little more chiller than before but luckily you dressed warm. Turning on your car playing fleetwood mac.

Returning to your cabin, you've decorated it with tiny lights so when you've come home in the middle of the night you can see where you're going and not fall and hit yourself like last time before buying the lights, recalling the memory and the pain you just glad it wasn't anything major. Although the figure waiting on your porch was something you didn't expect.

“Steve?” you questioned the figure it was dark you couldn't tell who it was

“Hey Y/N..” he replied with a little sadness in his voice something you notice right away

“Lets go inside, got something on your mind?” asked curiosity hoping it wasn't anything but bad but just wanted a friend

“I thought you were here like you said earlier but no one answered so I waited, it was only an hour, i dropped Dustin off and i wanted to see you again..” he smiled towards your direction while being distracted with your living room and how nice it looks.

“It's so cozy here” he said eyes wandering around can't seem to be fixed on something

“I try to make it as cozy as possible since it's just me, i need my home relaxing environment. It helps alot” you said while disappearing into your room to change into pjs, you hadn't realized you forgot to put on pants because your tipsy mind forgot about Steve

“Cute butt” Steve said while checking out your ass, couldn't help himself but also want to embarrass you. Realizing this you ran to your room to grab a pair of shorts

“My bad, had small drink” your face redder than a tomato at this point. Steve on the other hand found it adorable you blushed really dark red

“Soo steve why are you here and no home?” completely forgot about why he was waiting for you

“Well i wanted to see a movie but not alone and so i thought of you, i have movies we could watch” steve taking out 2 movies from his jacket and handing it to you

“Halloween 2 and Alien, hmmm horror type? Lets watch alien i love Ripley” popped the movie in and went over to the couch where Steve started to get comfy

“Would you want to stay? It's late and I wouldn't want you to drive” you asked hopefully it'll be a yes since you could possibly ask to cuddle later on. You looked over to Steve lost in thought but snapped back to reality quickly when you asked him to stay

“If you don't mind, we can make pancakes tomorrow” he said with a soft smile

“Yeah i'd love that”

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twitchesandstitches · 5 years

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HS Humans in Crossthicc - Descriptions!

The humans themselves, along with my headcanons for how they look here. In general, the post-scratch humans are the older generation, from 5 to 10 years older than the pre-scratch humans:

Jane Egbert: She was originally called Jane Crocker, but she has no wish to be associated with Crockercorp, nor her position as the Condesces’ legal heir. Polynesian, a definite BBW and a very strongfat build, she stands more than ten feet tall and is a walking tank and her powers function as this, making her a living wall that ignores all damage and heals what does get through. Crockertier cybernetics are imbedded through her, glowing blue and making her a very obvious cyborg. Likes to use a combat gourmand fork that can turn into a spoon, and she fancies herself a gourmand when it comes to foes. She tends to use her healing powers to restore people to health as a combat medic.

She started the army of chefs that keeps the fleet fed, and wrote up the principles of agriculture and livestock they follow to this day. She’s since become one of the heads of a corporation-analogue called the Carnival Bazaar; the fleet’s source of wealth, where they sell their goods as they travel from world to world. She’s less a CEO and more of an HR department head who keeps people stabilized and counseled, but in practice she runs the whole thing. She’s very close with Steven Universe, the two of them dating from time to time, and they’ve had many children together.

She is clearly mutated with troll mods; her blood is tinted faintly fuchsia, and she has a few mutations indicating her troll-themed genetic mix. She and Feferi are quite close, and the latter is responsible for stabilizing some of Jane’s complications.

John Egbert: A cheerful and helpful guy, and very tiny, standing below five feet tall. Polynesian, chubby, and incredibly solid for it with muscle. He drifts from ship to ship, going wherever he pleases, and proves to be popular wherever he goes and does his best to keep everyone happy. He’s extremely fast and mobile, and surprisingly destructive in a straight fight, using massive hammers bigger than he is.

Dated Vriska at some point and they’re still very close. No one is sure how the size difference was coped with but he doesn’t seem to mind being totally dominated by extremely large women.

Dirk Strider: Mechanics expert, roboticist, and key engineer in both shipcraft and mech maintenance, though he declines to actually pilot them. Aboriginal, a bit shorter than average (5’6), and has that bishounen ‘thin but pretty and fit’ look. His powers allow him to effect magic directly, and the soul directly; damaging their essence, or turning heroic spirit into raw damage. It gives him a great insight into creating AI, which led to the creation of his… son? Brother? Something? Anyway, that’s where Li’l Hal came from.

Prefers not to put himself out there and likes being a support guy. “I don’t want to be the guy to kill the bad guy. I want to make the weapon that kills the bad guy.”

Dave Strider: Studies monsters of all kinds, and is a forensic expert and coroner. He also does part time in one of the many bands the fleet does in their flirtation with being cosmic pop stars. He doesn’t like fighting, but he exhibits absolutely absurd speed related to his growing powers of time travel. Aboriginal, smaller than Dirk (5’4), and on the plump side. MILFs of all kinds gravitate straight towards him in a ‘oh, you POOR Dear…!” way. He is the father of many children now, having a huge weakness for gentle, protective mom-types.

Roxy Lalonde: one of the fleet’s head scientists, heavily influential in their alchemizer program, and loves messing with bio mods for fun. Her playful demeanor hides how frighteningly smart she is, and she loves messing with people on account of it. (NOT an alcoholic of any sort here, either.) When she is involved in fighting, she uses high-powered rifles and does sniper duty. Indian, a classic hyper curvy hourglass and about seven and a half feet tall. She can manifest objects out of raw magic, but this takes a lot of work and requires her to understand them in and out. Has a lot of cat-themed mods that sometimes give her pink fur, a tail, cat ears, and functional claws.

A true mom friend to everyone around her, Roxy is a sweet and good-natured person who loves helping people and being a Science Hero FOR GREAT JUSTICE; she’s very passionate about what the fleet does, and actively encourages everyone to be more proactively heroic. She fears that she has a tendency towards addiction, and is compelled to mass produce children whenever she has the chance, with the possibility that she has an integrated alchemizer to ‘produce’ items herself through her powers.

Rose Lalonde: Expert in magical power and theory, specializing in arcane magic, but she also has channeled power from mysterious eldritch entities that are nonetheless apparently benign. They have left their mark on her; while she looks human if she concentrates, in her true form she is a monstrous eldritch monster girl, with tentacles for legs, glowing multiple rows of white eyes, and immense spookiness. Probably at least Roxy’s height, but can be a lot bigger as she powers up. Hard to say how her powers will interface in the AU, but she is certainly an EXTREMELY powerful magic user, on par with a D&D Warlock, and takes a methodical, experimental approach to her powers. Indian, pear-shaped, with very large hips, massive butt, thick tentacles, and large breasts. She tends to favor more inhuman mods, for more multiple… well, everything if she wants it. Her weapons of choice are a pair of deadly wands that channel her magic, and can stab really well too.

Rose is deeply spooky to a lot of people, and she enjoys unsettling others. She gets annoyed that John, Dave and the others don’t fall for it so much anymore. She has a close romance with Kanaya, whom she has had many children with, and they enjoy a mutual spooky aesthetic of eldritch/vampire goodness. She is deeply fascinated by the mystery of what happened in the ancient cataclysm, and has resolved to solve it.

Jake Harley: An explorer and famous fleet scout, often flying off on his own to report on new worlds and see if there is first contact to be made. Able to channel optimism and happiness into raw destructive power over a period of time, he’s situationally very powerful, but tends to be a glass cannon, easily taken out once he Does The Thing. He’s First Nations, and a massive super-cute beefcake of a man; he flexes and people thank him. Likes to use a pair of customized pistol-lasers that channel his powers. About seven feet tall. He may have some genuine angelic essence in him, which can be very spooky.

Jade Harley: A monstrously big and obscenely powerful amazon, so heavily modded that she looks like a werewolf girl even when not monsterized. Her heart has been replaced with an infinite energy generator, she calls it the green sun,, and it is powered by her own resolve, and she uses it to channel a wide variety of technologies secretly fueled by her own powers. She can alter space in many ways; shrinking herself and others, growing herself and others, opening portals, or unleashing incredibly destructive blasts of green energy. She is obscenely powerful, and one of the fleet’s heaviest hitters, bar none. She can even channel it into herself, giving her immense strength or size. She is First Nations, standing… however big she wants, but often over twelve feet high. Muscular and amazonian, she has absolutely enormous curves but focuses on gigantic breasts. Her canine mods are advanced enough that she has furry skin, canine features, and can generally pass as a low-level beastwoman. One of her favorite alternate forms is a dogtaur form. Jade turns Grimbark whenever she uses enough power, but this is more of a super mode, not a bad thing, and she just becomes a lot more aggressive and domineering.

Working heavily in the science departments, Jade is a major leader in the fleet, and a powerful witch as well. She takes a more carefree approach to her magic, doing whatever seems like an intriguing idea for her spells; an artist, to Rose’s technician. She is one of the most prominent human characters here, and her raw power is simply awe inspiring. She’s very sweet, if prone to sassiness and a short temper. She’s rather dominant with boys, too.

Joey Harley: She has no conflict with Jake here, so did not take another name out of spite. A talented dancer and xenopsychologist, she prefers to do ‘real work’ and research, but enjoys dancing and regularly demonstrates her skills at the fleet’s clubs. She is First Nation, with a bulk similar to Jade’s but slimmer, with smaller breasts; instead most of her curve mass is in her cybernetically enhanced legs, which are absurdly powerful. Her kicks are very strong, she can leap great distances, and she augments them further with special weaponized shoes with built-in cannons. Nine feet tall.

Jude Harley: A self-proclaimed strategist and existential threat theorist, he is deeply worried about the threats that the Ringers have supposedly seen, and organizes a group of people who are trying to figure it out as well. He otherwise works in the Zoo, the facility where the pet monsters, summon creatures, and powerlink beasts are cared for, and he happily tends towards the avian ones. He’s made a lot of friends with Flying-type Pokemon and avian Digimon as well. Built on broadly the same lines as Jake but shorter (a little under seven foot) and very softly built.

Li’l Hal: Dirk’s robotic offspring, and while an AI, he can upload himself into robotic bodies as he pleases. He and Dirk have a very complicated relationship, and with being often subject to harassment, oppression and worse by humans, he has a very negative attitude towards organics in general from sheer spite. He’s warmed up a bit since joining the fleet… to just being instantly suspicious of anyone outside the fleet. He’s in sincere love with Jane and Roxy, but doesn’t seem to realize it. He’s quite close with the other robots of the fleet, idolizing the Dinobots as liberators of robotkind, and wishes to one day upload into a Cybertronian frame.

Unexpectedly, he has his own share of unusual abilities unrelated to whatever body he is using. This appears to be related to soul-themed abilities; he can weaponize the essence of genuinely living beings, or tear organics apart at the very soul. While Dirk can destroy in ways he can’t Hal’s actual combat powers are superior to Dirk’s.

Squarewave and Sawtooth: Hal’s robot brothers, and performers in the fleet’s various bands, pop groups, metalheads, and other musical interests. Both of them are loyal to Dirk and are generally considered legally Striders, and think Hal needs to calm down on the ‘meatbags are out to GET US’ front. Squarewave uses destructive sonic attacks… by yelling really, really loud, and comes off as an earnest kid brother. Sawtooth, on the other hand, is just plain cool, everyone wishes they were as cool as that. It must be a Strider thing. He employs integrated weaponry and sonic weapons, often narrating his actions in musical form and working it into his performance.

The Consorts: A wide variety of strange creatures Roxy and Jade created, producing happy little creatures modeled after the canon consorts, and they seem happy to act as servants to the fleet as a whole, bustling in and tidying up or serving people, washing people in the communal baths, and so forth. The fleet tried to get them to be more independent and less servile, but they refused to listen, so they’re just left to their own cheerful devices.

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laurabedokis · 4 years

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8 Ways To Know If A Husky Right For You

Huskies are beautiful dogs, but many times people do not realize how much attention they actually require. They are not like some other dog breeds that can just hang out at your home and be content. Huskies require a lot of care and attention and if you can’t provide that, a Husky might not be for you.

Today, we are going to dive a little deeper into what life REALLY looks like with a Husky. Read on to see if you think this breed could be a fit for your family and make an educated decision!

Huskies thrive in a stable, happy household.

If you are living in an unstable, unreliable environment, a Husky is not for you. They require consistency and they thrive on routines. They are incredibly smart and intuitive, and they pick up on emotions very quickly.

Huskies require a LOT of attention & activity.

Imagine how much attention you think a Husky would require and times that by 10. For real. We read about Huskies being high maintenance and it is pretty true. They require a lot of love, physical care, and activity. They are definitely not for someone who doesn’t have a lot of time, isn’t home much, or doesn’t have much energy.

Sibes are often better for people who have already owned dogs.

Huskies are very free-spirited and resolute. If you have never owned a dog, you may find Huskies stubborn or difficult to train and deal with on a daily basis. This is not to say you can’t have a Sibe as your first dog, but you should be aware of what you’re getting into.

Huskies do well in households that adapt to them.

Huskies were bred to be sled dogs and so a lot of their behaviors that you’ll have to work with or train through can be found to be difficult or bad. You’ll have to learn how to train a Husky and it’ll be different from training any other dog.

You may have to turn your AC down a degree or two so your Husky is more comfortable in your home. You may have to consider hiring a dog walker so your Husky can get exercise while you are at work.

You have to remember that you are bringing a Husky into your life, not the other way around, so it’s up to you to accommodate him or her as best you can.

Huskies do great in family environments.

This doesn’t mean single people can’t have Huskies – hundreds of thousands do – but Huskies are pack animals through and through. They thrive on being a member of a pack and so they do really well in families.

As you should with any other dog, be sure everyone in your family agrees on getting a Husky. It can be difficult if a child is afraid or not enthusiastic about a Husky.

My son was afraid of Sassy at first, even as a puppy. Through some reading and controlled encounters, we were able to get him past it. He and Sassy have a great relationship today and he looks forward to seeing her when he is at our house.

Huskies are not guard dogs.

If you are looking for a guard dog, get a German Shepard. Huskies are not guard dogs. They are super outgoing and friendly! They often love strangers and they rarely bark.

Siberians can be expensive.

You will have a purchase or adoption fee to start out, but there are many other costs involved with owning a Husky. Siberians have certain nutritional requirements and can require a higher-priced food. Boarding fees, vet fees, and training classes all should be considered along with crates, grooming equipment, and regular medication.

Huskies shed. A lot.

A Husky might not be for you if you want your house to be spotless at all times. Huskies require frequent grooming by their owners. You have to brush them regularly and sometimes twice a day if they are blowing their coats. Even if you do brush them, they still shed everywhere. Say goodbye to wearing black and say hello to your vacuum!

Even though they require a lot of brushing and combing, Huskies are a very clean breed and rarely require baths. They do not have the typical ‘dog smell’ most dogs have which can make for a less stinky home.

I hope this post has helped you become more knowledgeable about owning a Siberian Husky. If you have ANY doubts about getting a Husky, it is better to not get one than to return it or have it end up in a shelter or even worse, homeless. Huskies can live up to 15 years so they are a true commitment, just like any other dog… except they are more independent.

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evolve2 · 4 years

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Height Headcanons!

We all know that the hunters are some pretty varied characters, height included, so I decided to try and settle their heights using their in game models. No screenshots this time, sorry. I couldn’t get any of the medics to sit still, but the camera positions when playing a character helped me get a rough idea. I’ll be posting my thoughts on why I decided on these heights under the read more!

(I also put a bonus rating on how I rated them on attractiveness)

Hyde, Parnell - 8′0

Torvald (Not including his artillery) - 7′9

Markov - 7′7

Bucket, Crow - 6′2

Lennox - 5′11

Lazarus, Abe - 5′10

Griffin, Maggie - 5′9

Hank, Slim - 5′8

Val, Kala - 5′7

Caira, Sunny, Emet - 5′6

Cabot - 5′5

Jack- 5′4 (He might still grow more, but not much)

The tallest of the hunters is Hyde and Parnell! A developer comment on Parnell tells us that he’s a whopping eight feet tall, and that Hyde is pretty close to his height in game, although Hyde’s wiki says that he’s also eight feet tall! I’ll take their word for it.

Parnell is a big, leading ray of sunshine. He can spearhead anything because not only is he charismatic, he’s also easy to spot thanks to his height. And he knows it! He has a big heart and this deep desire to protect his own, but at the same time, he’s a little sociopathic? His short story makes it seem like he has a bit of a cognitive dissonance between actions and people, and how they react. But that’s for another text post! Solid 8/10 (I love his jawline...)

Hyde is a bit of a weird one for me. I always thought he was a pretty average guy, he definitely struck me as kind of short when I saw his portrait picture, but no! He’s a giant, cockney sociopath. At least he’s lovable. (and that tummy?... I like it.) 6.5/10, I’m not interested in crazy flamers, thank you.

After them is Torvald, Markov, Crow, and Bucket! Torvald is taller by Markov by a few inches, and a few inches shorter than Parnell. I’d say that he’s 7′9, Markov is 7′7, and Bucket is 6′2. What’s up with all these tall guys around here?

Torvald. Oooh boy, yikes. The guy is terrifyingly tall, and has a glare that could make a Blitzer cower. Pretty sure his mechanical legs were modeled closely to his human ones. - 6.5/10 (Guys a bit obsessed and emotionally constipated. But hey, you gotta admire that devotion!)

Markov, the Martian Giant. He’s a genuinely good guy, but his quest to die in battle with glory is probably a red flag. This guy has huge protector vibes but he’s also... got a bit of a death wish. Steel is his language! 8/10 (Love the cybernetics though, and that physique?)

Bucket is HuangCorp repair and maintenance chassis, so he didn’t get to choose his height. He does, however, own it smugly. Nothing like staring down your enemy as you blast him to bits. - 7.5/10 (He’s a robotic AI, not that it’s gonna stop some people, but he’s gonna take a while to adjust to the whole romance and dating a human thing. Plus, he’s a sarcastic jerk and rather spiteful if you wrong him. Don’t get on his bad side. SERIOUSLY.)

Crow is tall, looming kind of guy, even if he doesn’t mean to. It’s just how he holds himself, hunched over, tense, that makes me think he doesn’t like being seen or heard. Too bad he’s pretty tall, though. 8/10. (I want to climb this man like a damn tree. Minus points for having the social awareness of a potato.)

After that we get into more normal territory. No more behemoths, although these ones are still tall by Earth standards. We have Lennox, Griffin, Abe, Lazarus, and Maggie!

Outside of her suit, Lennox strikes me as a tall, strong woman, and she definitely knows it. I can imagine her being rather slim and tall, just a few inches above Crow. She loves using it to her advantage to stare down Jack and pressure others into listening to her. And if that doesn’t work, she still has a four ton mecha to back her up. A conversation with Hank reveals that she is also cramped inside of it, so she must have some height to her. - 7/10 (I can appreciate a nice looking lady, even if she’s a bit on the older side. She’s a bit callous though, and changes out her men frequently. Careful! She knows what she wants)

I think putting Lazarus at 5′10 was a good choice, as he’s imposing enough for it to fit his haughty personality but also small enough he can hide behind the assaults and heal them up. Sneaky and lanky. - 6/10 (He’s not bad looking, but his personality really needs some work. He does prank and joke around, but you can tell his heart lies with thanatology, not romance.)

Maggie also strikes me as someone who’s taller than the average woman. She has long legs and really slim physique, a good contrast to her pet Trapjaw, Daisy. Gotta have some heft to you to be able to direct a dog like that around! - 7/10 (She’s got PTSD, is a bit brooding, but damn if she isn’t pretty and headstrong. She’s got the courage to keep going despite being afraid of the future. You’d have a hard time getting her to open up emotionally.)

Abe is average, but it does piss him off when Parnell likes to rest his arms on his head or make fun of him. Not everyone can be freakishly tall giants from a high-grav world. 7.5/10 (This guy is a charmer and he knows it, voice like honey and words of silver. Unless you want your heart broken, try to steer clear)

Griffin is an average fella, not that he brags or even notices. He’d probably say there’s no point measuring yourself when there’s always gonna be someone taller than you. What matters is how you act! - 6/10 (He’s a hunter through and through, and he’s a bit of a cynical guy due to his fame. If you want to serenade this man, make it good! And whatever you do, don’t mention the movies made of him.)

Slim, aptly named, is a thin, slender and slightly taller than average guy. Whatever he lacks in height he makes up for in fire. He’s seriously scrappy and sassy, big personality when fired up. - 7.5/10 (Slim has PTSD, and he’s a bitter, jaded old man. Watching his best friends die horribly will do that. But if you manage to get this guy to open up, you might just get the most loyal, loving person in the world. Self-esteem issues through the roof.)

Hank is a short-ish guy, more stout than he is tall. I get dwarf vibes from him, but he’s still a human. - 8/10 (He’s a gentleman, has a heart of gold, and despite his slang idioms and hillbilly accent, he’s also a genius. He’s also an open kind of fellow, but he does smoke and is probably looking for a long term relationship rather than a fling)

Val is an average woman, but don’t let that fool you. She’s all hidden muscle and sharp intellect. Her eyes, ears and trigger finger is probably sharper than anyone’s on the team. - 7/10 (She’s a spy man, and no matter how honest she is, that’s still going to be a big part of her. If you pursue a relationship with her, it will be on the run.)

Kala is a scientist first, experiment second, and a normal, human with needs last. She’s pretty average but makes up for her height with the power of SCIENCE! - 7/10 (She’s half monster, it’s not gonna be a pretty end to your relationship. But if you still want to chase this doctor at arms, then you’ll find someone who’s been shunning and smothering their feelings for decades. Soft-spoken and will probably cry when you say I love you.)

Caira is an interesting person, still taller than the average woman. She’s got some good muscle to her too, and her personality is really cheery and peppy. Don’t be fooled by a pretty face, though. She won’t think twice about napalming you if you piss her off. - 8.5/10 (She’s kind of mean and has no problem retaliating physically if it comes down to it. Big brain, big heart, but her high morals can make her come off as holier than thou. High energy kind of girl, and also I mean it when I say she’s smart. She constantly goes off on scientific rants, but that’s still really interesting. I love her. She infodumps just like me.)

Sunny is sunshine mixed with a hurricane. A whirlwind of energy, good vibes, and smiles all around. Engineering genius, but she has a few hidden sides of her that make her seem naive or stupid. She knows full well how the world works, and she’s determined not to let it bring her down. Solid 9/10 (She’s twenty one / twenty, and although that’s kind of young, she can still date. Very cute.)

Emet the medic, designed to be of average height and inspire a caring aura and protective feeling. He’s literally created to keep people calm! Real sweetheart, a little oblivious. - 8/10 for his good side. Bad side? 4/10. (The demon core would probably screw you so roughly you’d be limping for days. Not to mention Emet would probably be really shy in initiating a relationship, he’s sort of a man-child. Get past that, though, and you’ve got a nice, caring bf!)

Cabot is canonly referred to as being short, and I think 5′5 is a good place to put him at. I mean, average males can be pretty tall, so if he’s referred to as short, he’s gotta be noticeably short. - 10/10. (Literally husband material, was married, he’s handsome, he’s got a nice voice, own a ship. Biggest challenge would be trying to woo him.)

Jack is literally tinier than a pea. A rowdy, dirty boy. Scrappy puppy. Jackal at heart, even if he doesn’t know what one is. - No attractiveness rating for this guy, he’s too young! Still a little baby. (But from a young standpoint? Probably 8/10, maybe a nine if I knew what looked like.)

I got kind of off track trying to reason about their heights. They just struck me as fitting at the time.

#rambling #Evolve Stage 2 #EV2 #evolve

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inbtswethrrust · 7 years

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this is for fics but like what do you think all the boys would order at a bar,,, like their drinks™

Bless u for asking me this question bc lord knows how much time I’ve spent contemplating~

Jeongguk: Something classy and expensive, u know?? He’s a very simple boy, no willy nilly nonsense, ofc he’s going to to for something manly and expensive, something that’ll ooze testosterone and give him pull game; My guess is scotch, neat.

Taehyung: this boi does not give a Single Shit and he will order what he wants when he wants, but my money is on a strawberry daiquiri or something equally as fruity/tasty

Jimin: hello, my fellow vixen; as per his flirty and coy nature our chimchim is going to get drunk off a screaming orgasm/a red headed slut. If he’s feeling a little less adventurous, then sex on the beach should do the trick ;)

Hoseok: ah yes, seokseok. What should he drink?? The boi is very versatile and open to new things so he will 100% try something different every time but I personally believe he would prefer a margarita or a Smirnoff ice; something tasty, u know??

Namjoon: my mans. My cute, adorable, wholesome lil mans. He’s classy, like hella classy and as such, something expensive like bourbon should be a good fit; again, I don’t think whiskey off the rocks would be far off either.

Yoongi: vodka. No doubt about it. Heavy and masculine and very strong, yoongi is going to Treat Himself with a bottle of raspberry vodka (bc who doesn’t like tasty things) on his couch while watching reality tv like a trashy housewife, bc I 100% believe this is what he likes to do when he’s not recording.

Seokjin: this is the son of a CEO we’re talking about, um. He’s a prince, I tell u, a fucking p r i n c e. In accordance with his high maintenance personality, Jin is going to order himself a sidecar, a martini, and maybe even a mai tai if he s feeling sassy.

Wow I had so much fun with this post, thank u for asking this question!! Remember, these are just my guesses and in actuality I have no idea what any of them would drink (I would like to though lol) but if ur opinion differs, then that’s fine too I guess~

-admin talia

#ask #answered #not fic related

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heartlandhq · 6 years

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❝ how strange! i thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. ❞

INFORMATION,

full name ⋯ Matilde Leticia “Mattie” Ribeiro Oliveira age ⋯ 23 years old pronouns ⋯ She/Her/Hers origin ⋯ New York City, New York affiliation ⋯ Costco Wholesale position ⋯ Provisioner

SURVIVABILITY,

advantages ⋯ clever & tenacious disadvantages ⋯ capricious & high maintenance preferred weapon ⋯ letter opener

BIOGRAPHY,

trigger warning ⋯ none

BEFORE DECEMBER 25th, 2017,

To hear Matilde recount the first meeting of her parents, clouds would part and sun would shine down on an up-and-coming Brazilian director known for poetic satire in the form of monsters killing women and a young actress looking to be a muse for the next Roger Corman, God smiling down on the couple behind and in front of the camera on some hazy, dreamlike set with some era equivalent of Lana Del Rey playing in the background. They fell in love instantly and romantically, the type of love that only happens in movies.

The reality was less glamorous. Duarte Oliveira was not much more than a Tarantino knock off, not much satire to be found in nude women being stabbed and gangsters shooting each other in the streets; Beatriz Riberio was looking for a ticket to Hollywood and out of the low rated, low quality telenovela she cut her teeth on. He was a bit older, a director slowly gaining buzz outside of their country as his style grew out of Tarantino-Cronenberg-Lynch pastiche into something more of his own, and Beatriz thought he was beautiful—Beatriz thought he was going places. And places he did go, Los Angeles to be exact, bringing his new, young wife along with him. They were where they deserved to be, according to Beatriz.

From the day she could speak, perhaps due to being formed by such creative types as a director and actress for parents, Matilde had a natural knack for theatrics. She could create a story from thin air, forcing her family to watch as she performed in her own original plays that didn’t make much sense, and lapping up every ounce of attention she could. She was an only child, the apple of both her mother’s and her father’s eye, and had only ever known the warmth of the spotlight from parents that doted on her every whim.

As Matilde grew, so did her father’s fame. His style became more serious, less horror schlock that only played during obscure Halloween night film festivals into films that had substance, films with some sort of message. He would never be the type to win an Oscar or even a Golden Globe but he was well respected in the realm of hipster millennials and indie gorehounds, some–including Mattie–would claim that Oliveira was quickly surpassing Tarantino as the God of Indie Cinema. The name Duarte Oliveira was never a household one (at least not in the United States) but he certainly wasn’t unknown. Known enough for millions of dollars and a daughter that could get away with saying things like ‘don’t you know who my father is?’.

As her father’s fame grew, her mother’s diminished—or perhaps stagnated. Besides the parts guaranteed in Duarte’s films, Beatriz couldn’t make a hold for herself beside the ‘Sexy Latina in a Bro Comedy’ or, as she got older, ‘Worried Middle Aged Mom in a movie on Lifetime’ roles her manager managed to snag. As Duarte’s fame grew, so did Beatriz’s resentment, and by the time Matilde was twelve, their home life would’ve made the most dramatic Oliveira film yet.

Her mother went back to Brazil, retiring from American acting, and her father moved to New York City as Los Angeles became too “commercialized and inauthentic, there’s no soul left!” Matilde loved her mother, more than words, but she would’ve followed her father to the ends of the Earth—and often did. Though Matilde did have an interest in film making and had bit parts in a few of her father’s films, it was really all to be close to Duarte, following him around to every set and location, giving her input when she could. (Despite her socialite demeanor, she really did have a good eye.) For his part, Duarte loved having his little girl close to him as much as possible.

She did have to get an education, however, and after a few boarding schools in Europe, Mattie insisted on going to a day school in New York where she could be close to her father’s home base. It was all very Gossip Girl, much to the teenage Mattie’s delight, at least until the third season when being compared to Blair Waldorf was now an insult — for how boring she became. (The comparison wasn’t entirely untrue, first few seasons at least.)

Summers in Brazil, winter in New York. Director father, actress mother. Houses in different countries, shopping in expensive stores. Fame and fortune. Privilege was an easy taste to swallow. When not visiting her father or vacationing with her mother, Matilde was off vacationing with friends or lounging around expensive clubs. Her parents put no importance on education past high school and they never bothered with making her get a job so she could ‘get real life experience’ like some of her other friends, happy to let her live off of their money as long as it made her happy. The word spoiled became synonymous with Matilde Oliveira.

Years, decades even, of expensive leisure left Matilde without much of a worry in life. The only time her heart hurt was when her mother married another man and her father married another woman (she had always held out a childish hope that they’d get back together), her new step mother only a few years older than herself. Duarte loved his daughter, she was the light of his life, but her cold, catty attitude towards his wife was the first time he took a stance against her more sour ways—she had only ever been sweet to her parents, unless she didn’t get her way, and now she was old enough that he didn’t have to coddle her at every moment. Matilde viewed it as a betrayal, and despite the hurt that came with, tried harder to stick to her father like glue when he pulled harder towards Brandy.

Christmas in Omaha. What an awful way to spend the holiday. Matilde didn’t want to spend Christmas with Brandy and her family, especially not in the boring state of Nebraska, but she didn’t want to spend her holiday without her father—they spent every Christmas together in Brazil, she would rather spend it in bumfuck nowhere than left Brandy have Duarte all to herself. The images on the news look like scenes from one of her father’s earlier movies and Mattie doesn’t feel too concerned. The government will just figure it out, right?

AFTER DECEMBER 25th, 2017,

The government don’t figure it out, though. At least not in Omaha. Worst of all, Matilde spent the beginning of the end with her step mother’s family. Locked away in their modest home, Matilde is not comfortable surrounded by people she does not know. As the days grow longer after Christmas, lights turning off and then the water, things become uncertain and Mattie’s sassy attitude becomes the defense mechanism for when she’s scared. It’s so much harder to swallow, the fact that she can be scared. Even scarier is her father, she’s never seen him so terrified.

It’s nearly two weeks when her father ventures out into the world for the first time. For the first time, Matilde is nice to Brandy, both watching the clock intently until he comes back with supplies. It takes a few hours but he returns, telling them of a Costco that seems to be untouched. The next time he ventures out, he doesn’t return for an entire day. The next time, he never comes back at all.

With her father gone and her extended step family dwindling off like a group of teens in a horror movie, Matilde knows she can’t stay there anymore. In the end, they’re not her family, right? She doesn’t owe them anything! The problem is that she’s never stepped outside before, not since the airports shut down. She’s not ready for survival. She doesn’t want to be ready, not really. Planning her escape, Matilde steals her step grandmother’s car keys in the middle of the night and sneaks out to the closed gate, opening it quietly and trying to quietly start the car. Once it goes, weeks since it was last started, Matilde tears out of the driveway and into the new world, forgetting to close the gate behind her.

It’s nighttime and the moon is covered by heavy clouds, she can’t see far ahead of her, bumping into things and running over something she hopes weren’t actually body parts. It doesn’t take long until she finds the Costco her father spoke of. Maybe he’s still there, maybe he just got busy for four weeks and couldn’t come back. Frantically stomping on the breaks after peeling into the parking lot, Matilde throws open the car door and runs to the entrance, narrowly missing the grabbing hands and the fast legs of the undead.

The doors open to let her and Matilde is surprised to find out a camp has settled inside the store, expecting it to be empty like the first time her father ventured out. Matilde is heartbroken to find that her father is not among the many survivors inside, in fact they don’t seem to remember or have never seen Duarte Oliveira, not even in his movie cameos.

It’s easy to see that Matilde is not a girl built for survival. It’s easy to see that Matilde can’t survive on her own and so, she’s given the job of provisioner. She likes supplies, she likes merchandise, and it keeps her from going outside often; she figures it’s a good fit. The only problem is all the work it takes, the only problem is the responsibility. It’s hard to be nice when you’re so scared.

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Book Blitz: Grand Finale: Famous in a Small Town by Kristina Knight (Giveaway)

On Tour with Prism Book Tours.

Book Tour Grand Finale for

Famous in a Small Town

By Kristina Knight

We hope you enjoyed the tour! If you missed any of the stops, go back and check them out...

Launch - Note from the Author

We are taking 10% of the proceeds from the Slippery Rock series to provide Sweet Cases from TogetherWeRise to foster children in our area. In 'Famous', Savannah was a foster child who was adopted at the age of 7 by the Walters family; she was dirty, had ill-fitting clothes and nothing else. The trauma in her early life causes her to act out, even into her adult years...right up until the moment she decides to come home. The trauma she faced in the book is so similar to the trauma that foster children face every day, all over the United States.

Becky on Books - Review

"Such a good read! It takes a while to figure out what exactly Savannah’s deal is–which is a bit frustrating at first, but once we have the whole story? It finally makes sense, and from that point on–all the feels."

The Silver Dagger Scriptorium - Home Is Where the Heart Is

Home is where the heart is. I’ve seen about a million samplers, pillows, cross-stitch pieces, coffee mugs, mousepads…you name it, I’ve probably seen that phrase on it. I’ve always loved that phrase, but not because it brings up memories of the house where I grew up. Because it brings up memories of my best friend and I cruising around our small town on Friday nights, just looking for something to do.

Falling Leaves - Excerpt

Before she could talk herself out of it, Savannah marched back into the barn and knocked on the door. No answer. Just like a man to not be around when a woman wanted him to see how not-hung-up-on-him she was. Probably for the best, anyway. Chances were she’d say something she would regret later. Or find it impossible to not kiss him again.

It's All About the Romance - Love & Scandal

The thing is, I don’t think there is anything wrong with enjoying a little taste of the glamorous life – I mean, when do we as normal people have the chance to wear designer gowns or vacation in a private villa on a private island? That’s what these magazines bring to the table, along with a juicy scandal – because, let’s face it, knowing that Bob in Accounting bites his nails isn’t that big a secret. . .but knowing that our favorite celebrity does the same thing? It makes them a little more human. A little more like us – warts and all!

Sylv.net - Excerpt

“And watching apple trees grow is hard work?” Savannah knew there was more to Collin’s family orchard than watching trees grow, but she couldn’t just stand there while he insulted her car. She might know it was decrepit, but allowing someone to disparage it just felt wrong. They’d been down a lot of roads together.

Christian Suspense Author Mary Alford - Review

"If you love a good small town romance, then this one’s for you. Even though there are some adult situations in the book, I would recommend reading it with a box of tissues. You won’t be disappointed."

Brooke Blogs - Collin’s Tips for Dating a Country Singer

(From Collin’s POV) Dating a country singer is work, guys. Not as hard as, say, picking an orchard full of apples on a 90-degree day, but work all the same. These women are self-centered, high maintenance. . . and worth every second. So, if you’ve got the chance to date a Nashville beauty? Take it – but keep in mind, the road is going to be bumpy.

underneath the covers - Excerpt

Collin drew his hand away from Savannah’s. “That isn’t a good idea.” She tilted her head to the left and widened her eyes a little, but he knew she wasn’t confused. “Why not?” Because the last thing he wanted to do with Savannah Walters was dance. An image of their bodies moving in time to some beat he couldn’t place formed in his mind. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the last thing he wanted.

Hearts & Scribbles - Savannah’s Tips for Dealing with Scandal

(from Savannah’s POV) I’m not sure when y’all last did something. . .well, bad. The last time I did – last week. And we won’t go into the gory details (you’ll read all about them in my book, anyway). I’ll just say this: scandal isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Scandal hurts, not just me, but it could hurt my family. It could even hurt a person I don’t like all that much (my former tour-mate, Genevieve). How do I deal?

Author Kimber Li - Excerpt

Savannah chuckled. “Sounds like some of the stuff you guys did back in high school.” Pranks and raids she’d never been invited into, not that she was bitter. Even if Levi had asked, she would never have gone. “Totally different.” “Because you were boys and she’s a girl?”

Booklove - Review

"Utterly romantic, swoon-worthy and lovely with amazing characters, intriguing and captivating plot and a knack for engaging the reader. I loved it and would recommend it to everyone."

Nicole's Book Musings - Then vs Now: When Savannah fell for Collin

Savannah Walters can’t remember a time when she didn’t love Collin Tyler – of course, she doesn’t think of it as love in the beginning. She first ‘met’ Collin when her brother, Levi, brought Collin home after school. She was nine years old, and had been living with the Walters family for two years. To that point, Levi had been ‘hers’ – her friend, her confidant (although she didn’t share any of her past with him), her brother. Once Collin came to Walters Ranch, though, Levi was no longer Savannah’s.

Granny Loves to Read - Review

"Good read. Liked the characters and story flow. Entertaining and fun to read."

Thoughts of a Blonde - Review

"A sweet story of finding a sense of belonging even when life doesn’t go the way you want. The characters are enjoyable and carry the story to a happy fruition. A little slow in places, but overall a deep and meaningful read!"

Don't forget to enter the giveaway below, if you haven't already...

Famous in a Small Town

(Slippery Rock #1) Kristina Knight

Contemporary Romance

Paperback & ebook, 306 pages

May 1st 2017 by Harlequin Superromance Lifestyles of the small-town famous Forced to leave Nashville after a scandal, Savannah Walters has come home to Slippery Rock, Missouri, with a bruised ego and her singing career in jeopardy. As if that isn't humiliating enough, on her way into town she's rescued by her swoon-worthy childhood crush, Collin Tyler. His hands are full running the family orchard and dealing with his delinquent teen sister, so Collin doesn't need to get involved with someone as fiery and unpredictable as Savannah. But the intense attraction between them can't be denied. And when disaster strikes, they'll both be surprised by who's still standing when the dust settles.

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About the Author

Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer's capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way, she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she's living her own happily ever after.

Kristina writes sassy contemporary romance novels; her books have appeared on Kindle Best Seller Lists. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!

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Other Harlequin Superromance Books by the Author

And coming July 2017, also in the Slippery Rock series...

Tour Giveaway

- 1 winner will receive a Prize Pack with a signed copy of FIRST LOVE AGAIN, swag and other fun items - Prize pack for US residents only, if international winner is pulled then they will receive a $25 gift card instead

- Ends May 23rd a Rafflecopter giveaway

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