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simkhira · 4 years

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I Have 300+ Gameplay Mods?! & Yes, They All Work Together...

Yes, you read that correctly. I have over 300 gameplay mods / overrides in my game. 340 to be exact. & Yes, they all work just fine together. By that I mean hardly any last exceptions / errors. So if you are looking for ways to spice up your game - here you go, sis:

⭐ = my ultimate faves

PLEASE SEE ALL 300+ LINKS ON YOUR MOBILE DEVICE! desktop tumblr won’t let us be great.

BIG DISCLAIMER: Use these mods at your own risk! Just because all 300+ of these mods work for me, does not mean they will work for you. ALSO - when patch day comes, do not refer to this list for the most up-to-date versions of mods… I will only be updating this list when I feel like I need to.

O K A Y

let’s start with... the basics:

MC Command Center ⭐

UI Cheats Extension ⭐

More Columns in CAS ⭐

No Mosaic ⭐

CAS Background

CAS Blob Remover

CAS Immersive Lighting

CAS Tidy Accessories + Details

New Loading Screens

Cube Map Remover ⭐

Into the Light (Lighting Mod)

Out of the Dark (Lighting Mod)

Twinkle Toes (Lighting Mod)

No Fade on Sims and Objects

Build/Buy Camera (Tab Mode) ⭐

Lot Trait Effects Hider

Smaller Plumbob ⭐

& then you need... realistic socialization:

Chat Pack ⭐

Whim Overhaul ⭐

Meaningful Stories ⭐

Personality Please

Better Elders

More Face to Face Conversation

Call Over Sims (Higher Distance)

Call Anytime + Chat Longer on the Phone

Unlisted Phone Numbers ⭐

Low Fun is Boring

Family Matters (Share Big News with Family Members)

Share More News ⭐

Congratulate More

Ask What Happened More

Conversation Tweaks

Chat Standing Still

No Stand Up to Greet

No Rude Intro Animation

No Flirty Animation

Apology Fix (Don’t Apologize if Your’re the Victim)

Angry Walk-style Only When VERY Angry

Less Intrusive Conversations

NPC’s Get Out of My Convo

Autonomous Parenthood Social Interactions

Autonomous Social Interactions

Reduced Idle Chatting

Know Your Coworkers / Classmates ⭐

More Away Actions

More Social Activities

Spend Weekend With

Teach Me the Rumbaism

now let’s talk about... realistic romance:

Chemistry System ⭐

Pillow Talk After Woohoo ⭐

No Shy First Kiss

No Woohoo Dance

Shower Woohoo Tweaks

No Romance for Family

Restricted Romance Interactions

Less Jealousy

Simda Dating App

Can I Come Over?

Date Night Event

Movie Night Event

Set Family Relationships ⭐

Set Extended Family Relationships ⭐

Bathroom Privacy Tweak

Bridal Shower Event

Bachelor(ette) Party Event

Auto Engagement / Wedding Ring ⭐

Vacation Weddings

Sit at Weddings

Better Wedding Presents ⭐

Honeymoon Event

Buy More Gifts from Phone

Ask for Romantic Massage

Realistic Divorce ⭐

Traumatic Divorce for Children

Improved Relationships

No Restaurant Bill When Invited ⭐

Faster Cooking at Restaurants ⭐

Better Food Quality at Restaurants

Finish Eating in Restaurants

Restaurant Guests Overhaul

Restaurant Sit Tweak

(can y’all tell that restaurants annoy me? lmao)

first comes love, then comes... pregnancy / toddler / kids / fur babies:

Ages Behavior Tweaks

Toddlers Spawn at Parks (with Parents)

More Children at Beaches

Pregnancy Overhaul

Rub Your Baby Bump (Small Pregnancy Overhaul)

Determine Baby’s Gender for All ⭐

Ultrasound Scans ⭐

Baby Shower Event

Amazing Birth (Rave About Your Delivery)

Advanced Birth Certificate ⭐

Sibling Care Tweaks

Make Less / Clean Less Mess

Auto Brush Teeth After Puking

Auto Put Activity Crafts into Inventory

Allow Toddlers to go to Services

No Call Out of High Chair

Toddler Power Nap

Better Toddler Milk

Better + Younger Nanny

Call a Babysitter ⭐

Call a Dog Walker

Shorter Dog Walks

Dog Walkers in Other Worlds

Scold All Pets

Sell Grown Up Pets

Pet Food Serving Overhaul

More Efficient Pet Brushing

Kids Can Walk Dogs

Kids Can Order Espresso

Kids Can Ride Bikes

Kids Have More Phone Interactions

Kids Can Cook

Kids Can Do Retail

Kids Can Garden

Kids Can Make Flower Arrangements

Kids Can Make Robots

Kids Can Workout

Kids Can Do Spa Activities

Kids Can Play Guitars

Kids Can Play Ping Pong

Birthday Anytime

Let Friends Age Up ⭐

No Auto Put Away Toys

No Auto Put Away Pet Toys

No Puddles Under Tubs (Toddler Bath)

Has to Pee Walk-style for Kids Only

Better Homework ⭐

Better Grade School ⭐

Better High School ⭐

Preschool for Toddlers ⭐

School Projects are Fun

More School Holidays

25 School Vacation Days

Prom Night Event ⭐

Sleepover Event

Pizza Party Event

Field Trip Event

Family Reunion Event

Pool Party Event

speaking of school... university:

Less Credits for Degree ⭐

University Costs More ⭐

University Holidays Fixed

Higher Scholarships ⭐

Rejection Letter

Harder Distinguished Degree Acceptance ⭐

Degree Required for Promotions

Faster Run to University Class

Teens Jump to University

Choose Your Helmet

Choose Your Roommates ⭐

Roommate Age-Checks

Roommate Significant Other Fix

Roommates No Random Outfit Changing

Roommates No Random Item Spawning in Dorms

Roommates No Spawning Meals

Roommates No Trash

Roommates Sleep All Night

Roommates Less Music

College Org Members Are Uni Students

Faster University Homework ⭐

Faster Tutoring Class

Copy Graduation Photos and Diploma

No Bad Microwave Buffs

No Ghosts on Campus

Sports Fixes

Game Day Event

Graduation Party Event

once you graduate... careers & aspirations:

Plan Career Outfit

Better Work Actions

Enlist in War ⭐

Live in Business

Faster Retail Actions

Faster Record / Edit Videos on Video Station⭐

Higher Acting Gig Payouts & Royalties ⭐

More Realistic Overmax Pay ⭐

Higher Payments for Paintings ⭐

Higher Royalties for Apps/Games ⭐

Higher Royalties for DJ Mixing ⭐

Higher Royalties for Lifestyle Brands ⭐

Higher Royalties for Song Lyrics ⭐

Higher Royalties for Music ⭐

Freelancer Edits are More Successful

Sketchpad No Fees

Campaign Rally Event

Visible Political Position

Watch Political Speeches at Podium

Retirement Party Event

The University Aspiration Pack ⭐

Accomplished Lady Aspiration

Family Aspiration

Grow Up Aspiration

Teacher’s Pet Aspiration

Knowledge Aspiration

Retirement Aspiration

Romance Aspiration

Famous Pastry Chef Aspiration

Twilight Years Aspiration

All-Rounder Aspiration

Programming Genius Aspiration

Travel and Culture Aspiration

Wellness Aspiration

9 to 5 Career Pack ⭐

Night Shift Career Pack ⭐

Part Time Career Pack ⭐

Fitness Career

Health and Beauty Career

Modeling Career

Journalism Career (Adult + Teen)

Trust Fund Career (Adult + Teen)

Welfare Recipient (Adult + Teen)

Saturday Jobs (Teens)

Oceanography Career (Teens)

Private Tutoring Career (Teens)

All Freelancer Careers (Teens)

Tutor (Odd Job)

Woohoo (Odd Job) - lmao

Art Show Event

hahaha... adulting sucks:

Basemental Alcohol ⭐

Happy Hour Event

SNB Realistic Bills ⭐

SNB Banking

Invest in Stocks

Lowered Thermostat Bills

Instant Thermostat ⭐

Auto Wrinkles for Adults

Life Decider

House Warming Party (No More Fruitcake)

Door Knock Notification ⭐

Island Events Notifications ⭐

No Strangers Knocking at Your Door

Quick Showers / Baths ⭐

Shower + Bladder Reliever (don’t judge me)

Power Nap ⭐

Sleep All Night

Smarter Robot Vacuum

Functional Tide Pods

Clean Your Bedsheets

Auto Put Away Clothes

Auto Start/Dry Clothes

Laundry on Community Lots Costs

No Idle Laundry Animations / Sparkles

Don’t Prep Food Where You Angry Poop ⭐

Don’t Wash Dishes Where You Angry Poop ⭐

Eco Dishwasher

Faster Cooking ⭐

No Auto Set the Table

Ask to Cook, Bake, Grill

BBQ Event

Custom Food + Recipe’s ⭐

Custom Drinks + Recipe’s ⭐

Grannie’s Old Cookbook + Recipe’s ⭐

Bake Cupcakes in Oven

Coolers are Cooling

Advanced Fishing ⭐

Fishing Trip Event

Fish for Crabs, Lobster, & Shrimp

More Seafood Servings

More Snacks in Fridge

More Food at the Bar

More Food in the Cafe

Flea Market Every Sunday

Get to Church

just in case you... get famous:

No Fame Decay ⭐

Celebrities Never Reject Fans

Celebrities are Quarantined in Del Sol Valley ⭐

Get Famous Award Overhaul

Less Celebrity Reactions

Famous Sims Gain Followers Automatically

More Follower’s Resolution for Everyone

Free Staff (Chef, Barista, Bartender, etc.) ⭐

Gardeners and Maids on Weekends

Red Carpet Event

whatever you are... just be happy and healthy:

Fitness Controls ⭐

Balanced Calories ⭐

Go for a Walk

Hiking Increases Herbalism Skill

Power Workouts

Athletic Outfit in Winter ⭐

Healthy Drinks

Improved Meditation Stool

Improved Spa Day Tablet

Improved Yoga Mat ⭐

Craftable Pottery

Less Elder Exhaustion

Less Sickness

Longer Basketball Games

More Fun Stuff

Online Gaming with Headsets

and I can’t forget these... more gameplay mods:

NPC Controller ⭐

Improved Autonomy

Simulation Lag Fix

Simulation Timeline Unclogger

Improved Autonomy During Loading Screens ⭐

No Empty Venues When Arriving ⭐

No Temperature Deaths ⭐

No Death from Murphy Bed

No React to Stranger’s Death

Realistic Death (Mortem) ⭐

Memorial Event

Freezing Sims Don’t Turn Blue ⭐

More Club / Holiday Icons

Make Hidden Holiday Traditions Selectable

Random Holiday Traditions

Wellness Traditions

More Holiday Icons

Less Rain More Sun

Less Snow More Sun

Summer Blow-Out Event

Christmas Eve Event

New Year’s Eve Bash Event

No Ugly Rain Outfits

More Umbrella Variations in World

Open Umbrella on Rainy Days Only

No More Broken Umbrellas

Destroy Leaf Piles ⭐

Dress Code Lot Trait

Gender and More Lot Trait

Preferences Lot Trait

Add Sims to Groups During Events

No Auto Club Gathering ⭐

Flower Arrangements Slower Decay

Take Photo Overhaul (Moschino Stuff) ⭐

Snorkel Everywhere

Don’t Turn NPC’s into Spellcasters

No Role Outfits for Sages

ROM Portal Only for Spellcasters

& you also need these... much-needed overrides:

More Sponge Colors

More Sippy Cup Colors

More Dog Leash Colors

White Ice Skates

Better Food Textures (All of Them) ⭐

Hidden Bassinet ⭐

iPhone X Phone Replacement

Playing Cards Replacement

Military Salute Overhaul

Small Saucer Light ⭐

Working Medicine Cabinet ⭐

Working Alarm Clocks ⭐

Realistic Fighting Animation

Oasis Springs + Island Living Palm Trees ⭐

special thank you to all of the wonderful mod creators! seriously, I could not play this game without you guys... (no, really.) There are way too many of you guys to name without missing someone... so if you reblog this, all I ask is that you please tag your favorite modders! (& maybe even add your favorite mods?)

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #s4 #s4 mods #the sims 4 mods #sims 4 mods #simkhira #prettyxsimblr #s4cc #ts4cc #reblog to save a life #mods 2020 #ultimate mods list

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Maybe just coops having a really rough and tiring day at the rink and then cuddling and ordering takeout?

Woohoo! Coops fluff! I combined this with another ask as well <3 Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove

Anon 1: I’d love to see coops talking more seriously about having (adopting) a child in the future- I really latched onto those like 2 sentences when they babysit Jules

“What if we quit?” Sirius smushed his face into a couch cushion, stretching his legs out until they hung over the edge.

“You’d be sad.”

“Hockey sucks.”

“Hockey sucks,” Remus agreed. “Unfortunately, we love it.”

“I know.” Sirius shifted to lay on his back and groaned at the ache in his entire body. “Why do we do this to ourselves?”

“We’re gluttons for punishment and it feels nice being strong.” Remus let his head fall back to look at Sirius upside down, then reached over and poked his nose. “Boop.”

“Bonjour.”

“We should get takeout.”

“Thai food?”

“God, yes.” Remus flailed an arm toward the coffee table and sighed heavily when he couldn’t reach his phone. “Alright, Loops, be an adult.”

“Are you talking to yourself?” Sirius laughed.

“Mind your business.” Remus stuck his tongue out playfully, then scrolled through his contacts and pressed a number. “Hi, is this New Leaf?”

Sirius rubbed his hamstring with a grimace; his hip would surely be bruised by tomorrow, and he wasn’t looking forward to manhandling his swollen feet into skates again. It would be another night of ibuprofen, ice, and elevation, apparently. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as Remus rattled off their order in his most polite customer service voice—which was absolutely hilarious to hear since he sounded like a midwestern dad who had never said ‘fuck’ in his life—and tried to check in with each of his sore spots.

Feet? Mostly numb. Thighs? Painful as hell. Abs? If I have to sit up, I will die on the spot. Arms? Noodles.

Remus set his phone down and flopped back into the chair again, resigning himself to a slobber-coated hand from Hattie’s kisses. “Twenty minutes.”

“How’s your knee?”

“Decent. How’s your hip?” Sirius made a face and he laughed. “Good answer. Ugh, even laughing hurts.”

“I feel like Coach is punishing us for something, but I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s almost playoff season. He’s probably just being paranoid again.” Remus rolled his ankle and grumbled under his breath. “We should send Molly a fruit basket.”

“Or a babysitter. Their youngest is Harry’s age, right? I can’t even imagine what that would be like.”

Remus was quiet for a moment. “I can.”

His tone had changed—all the teasing had melted away, leaving something soft and honest in its place. Sirius turned on his stomach and leaned his chin on his forearms so he could see the back of Remus’ head. “You can?”

“I mean, maybe not six kids, but…one or two.” He shrugged, though Sirius could hear the nervous edge to his voice. “We—we talked about it before, remember? When Jules was here.”

“Yeah, I remember.” Sirius coiled one red-blond curl around his finger, and Remus shifted to face him. “I’d like that.”

“Me, too. Not now, though.”

Sirius laughed lightly. “No, definitely not right now. Maybe three years? Four? Is there some kind of timeline we can look up for this?”

“How To Adopt Kids As A Gay Couple When You Both Play Hockey.” Remus held his hands up with a grin, like he was outlining a marquee. “There’s gotta be a pamphlet somewhere.”

Sirius reached up and took one of his hands, pressing a careful kiss to the inside of his wrist. “Kids have school during the day and practice is usually over by three. A baby would be hard, though.”

The joking amusement dimmed as Remus thought. “There are a lot of kids in the foster system.”

“I’m a little iffy about finding a surrogate,” Sirius admitted. “As cool as it would be to have a kid that’s genetically ours…I don’t know. There are so many options.”

“I think we should start with getting married, since we still have so much to do with that.” Remus paused and squeezed Sirius’ hand. “But let’s keep this pinned, yeah? Once the dust settles and we’re stable, I do want to talk about this more.”

“Same here.” He scooted forward to kiss Remus’ forehead, then felt a warm hand guide him down for a proper kiss. “I’m so glad we’re on the same page.”

“Baby, we’re on the same sentence.” Remus smiled against his mouth. “That’s the best feeling in the world.”

They kissed lazily until the doorbell rang, startling them both after the comfortable quiet and sending Hattie into hysterics. Sirius hobbled over to the door and grabbed his wallet off the table while Remus held her back by the collar. “Hello, are you from New Leaf?”

The delivery boy stared at him in shock.

“Is that our food?” Sirius tried, pointing to the plastic bag in his hands. The kid nodded. “How much do I owe you?”

“You’re Sirius Black.”

Behind him, Remus was snickering. “I am. How much do I owe you for the food?”

The kid’s eyes flickered down to his leg, which he was carefully keeping weight off. “Are you okay?”

“Leg fell asleep.” Sirius paused for a second. “I’m also pretty hungry.”

“Oh! Oh, right, sorry.” He nearly fumbled the bag as he handed it over. “Here you go, sir. The total is fifteen sixty-five.”

“Thanks.” Sirius handed over the cash and a tip, then waved. “Have a good night. Drive safe.”

The boy blinked. “I have a bike.”

“Bike safe, then. Thanks for the food.” He closed the door as the delivery boy awkwardly backed down the steps and Remus burst out laughing behind him. “Mon dieu, I hope he gets home alright.”

“He looked like he was about to pass out,” Remus wheezed as he let go of Hattie. She immediately zeroed in on the takeout bag and began sniffing it like it was the last food on earth. Sirius squinted through the window and saw the delivery boy swing a leg over his bike, then lightly thump his forehead on the handlebars.

“Shit, he feels bad,” Sirius muttered, keeping an eye on the bike until it was safely out of the neighborhood. “Was I rude? Should I call and tell the restaurant he did a great job?”

“You did fine, baby. Are we going to try and be functional by eating at the table or can we chill in the living room?”

“I’ll set up Avatar if you get forks.”

Ten minutes later, as the opening credits played and they sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch with warm curry, Sirius set his food on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around Remus’ shoulders, nuzzling his face into his neck. There was a shift while Remus put his own food down, then a hand came up to comb through his hair. “Hey, baby, what’s up?”

“Nothing. You’re warm and I love you.”

Remus sighed and cuddled into him, holding him just as tight. “I love you, too. Squish time?”

“Squish time. Curry can wait.”

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writhingcreature · 3 years

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I LOVE the idea of jock/nerd Mericcup and cheerleader/jock Rapunstrid, do you have any more headcanons for that au?

I tried writing this and got distracted and now O have to start from the beginning so... let’s try this again

- Hiccup keeps trying to ask Merida out but his awkwardness and self Doubt keep tying his tongue and hands and feet and he fails again and again. Merida knows what he’s trying to say but she wants to give him the chance to do it since she knows it might hurt his pride if she asks him. Eventually she does anyway though and Hiccup is so relieved he’s been put out of his misery he kisses her right then and there and everyone’s like OoO

- Hiccup and Astrid are neighbors and they grew up right next door to each other. Like, saw each other through the window and climbed onto each other’s roofs and such. They did that thing where they opened their windows and just... talked if they were too lazy to climb up onto the roof. So they’re like actually really close friends. As kids Astrid always found Hiccup annoying and it was like “your mom is friend with my mom” but eventually he started tutoring her and she thought she was doing fine at school but suddenly she was acing everything and it all made sense and after that she thought Hiccup was cool

- Merida and Rapunzel live quite a bit from each other but Merida skateboards and Rapunzel goes on morning bike rides and walks and jogs and skates (on rollerblades) and really ANYTHING that gets her out in the morning. They end up meeting when Merida falls off her skateboard and busting her knee - Rapunzel took care of it with the med kit she always takes with her everywhere. After that they were best friends and upon hitting middle school, joined sports together to figure out what they liked. Rapunzel was good at cheerleading, being very petite and acrobatic, and Merida was better at the classic sports (soccer, hockey, baseball, football, etc.). They do figure skating together. When Merida had to fight to be on the guys’ team, or just. Create a girls’ sports team, Rapunzel was there to support her every step of the way.

- Astrid and Merida are on a team together. Astrid does either hockey or soccer (or maybe both Idk which seasons they are but it feels like they’d be in different ones) but eventually Merida talks her into joining every one that Merida is in too. They get each other SO much and eventually develop like a secret language. No one knows if that’s true for sure, but these two girls can communicate without moving their body or saying a single word and it’s so effortless and perfect a system that people thought they were dating for the longest time. When someone finally brought it up (it was Snotlout) the two laughed so hard and so long that he blushed, and they NEVER let him live it down. It was just so absurd to them....

- Astrid and Rapunzel actually happened pretty fast. Everyone thought Astrid would take charge, and normally she does. She’s confident and sure of herself and has fingers in SO many pies, and she doesn’t ever shrink from any competition. Everything seems very easy for her and she never falters off fumbles... that is until she tries to talk to Rapunzel. Because Astrid can affectionately bulky Hiccup and Merida already gets her so well that she doesn’t have to try to communicate with her. But Rapunzel is... her opposite in a lot of ways. She’s small and soft spoken and artistic. Her mind is creative and her hands are gentle and her eyes are huge and her smile is warm. Rapunzel is this golden stream in a fairytale and Astrid is.... probably a rock. Of some kind. Anyway, the point is Rapunzel approaches her with that pretty smile and those large eyes and very clearly asks her out and Astrid’s lucky that Merida’s there to say yes for her because her mouth forgets how to move

- Rapunzel cheers SO LOUD for Astrid every game, and they start to sit on the bench together if there’s any free time. During the half time show, Astrid cheers just as loud for Rapunzel and the phrase “THATS MY GIRLFRIEND” gets thrown around a. Lot. They get super competitive all the time and end up having so much fun. Rapunzel is a bit of a softie and let Astrid win a lot in the beginning until Astrid called her out and called her a loser (affectionate) and from then it was ON. No one thought anyone could beat Astrid at anything until Rapunzel came around.

- Hiccup tries to follow what’s happening in the games but he often gets really distracted and confused and ends up analyzing the plays and bombarding everyone with questions afterward. Astrid and Merida eventually directed him to Rapunzel, who actually listened to him and realized how genius his ideas and observations were. They started to talk with the coach about ways to make the team better, and Hiccup eventually starts to just. Help the coaches in general and no one even asks anymore.

- Hiccup has a cat named Toothless and he and Rapunzel are the BEST of friends. Astrid didn’t like him at first but softened upon seeing Rapunzel and Hiccup be so adorable with the little creature. Toothless HATED Merida for the longest time no matter what she tried and it made everyone laugh constantly. Eventually the little thing warmed up to her but for a while there Merida stayed by Astrid “where it’s safe” as she said.

- Rapunzel also has a pet chameleon and she DOTES on that thing. She knows everything about them and anytime anyone asks about Pascal she just wants and rants and rants about fun facts. It’s the only time Astrid will without complaint Listen to someone just talk facts and knowledge. Astrid usually finds it so boring but Rapunzel is so adorable when she goes off about this thing she’s so passionate about that Astrid doesn’t even mind.

- After watching Hiccup with Toothless for a while, Astrid gets her own cat named Stormfly and they are a DYNAMIC duo. Stormfly is almost as well trained as Toothless a lot sooner, and they just have this very clear understanding. Stormfly doesn’t hate Merida, so the red head prefers this cat, and Toothless often glares at her for hours for it. Rapunzel and Stormfly take to each other even faster than Rapunzel and Toothless did. Rapunzel smells like Astrid and Stormfly is HERE for it

- Rapunzel and Merida take riding lessons on the weekends. It was something they looked into when they were really young and when they finally convinced their parents to let them it was the single best thing to ever happen to either of them. Riding Maxmimus and Angus are the best parts of their week in most cases (unless something special happens) and the horses are considered as much their pets as the cats or chameleon. They end up buying them after they get out of college and securing a house for all four of them with a big enough back yard to keep the horses in. It’s a good time.

- Hiccup works as a mechanic, fixing mostly cars but also small stuff like bikes and the such in his free time. Toothless came to him missing a leg, so Hiccup comes up with a lot of really clever contraptions and systems to help Toothless move around the house without Hiccup’s help. He still prefers to be lifted into bed, but anywhere else is free game.

- Rapunzel gets a job at first at a diner, where she spends her highschool and college career working her butt off. It wasn’t the best experience but it achieved the goals Rapunzel needed to so she could go to college and become an art teacher instead. It wasn’t the best paying job, but it allowed her to show others why she valued painting so much, and left plenty time in the year to also go traveling if she wished. She’s very good at saving money so she makes it work.

- Astrid works a lot of fast food at first and even takes a stint at the diner with Rapunzel, but her short temper ends up getting her into a lot of situations where she hates her job and ends up leaving after six to eight months. Nowhere was very good for her until she finally got a job at a gym where she ended up learning a lot of really fun skills like self defense and axe throwing. She did it for so many years and got so good that she was hired on as the instructor, and she’s never been happier than in a position where if a man pushes the limits or a Karen tries her patience, all she has to do is sink an axe into a target and turn to them with a raised eyebrow and ask, “What was that again?” It works every time and unless someone has an actual problem they don’t bother her.

- Merida struggles with work. She gets every job under the sun, taking stints at the diner with Rapunzel and the mechanic’s shop with Hiccup and even eventually at the gym and fun enter with Astrid. She gets bored very easily and doesn’t keep a job more than like four or fives months at Max. Ever. She doesn’t think she’s good at anything and might have peaked in high school... until she discovers archery. In an attempt to help her out, Astrid pitches to the fun center to add archery as an activity, and Merida begins to come to it. Unfortunately they can’t really find a teacher who knows what they’re doing and Merida is the only one who shows up so for a while it’s threatening to shut down. But then Merida teaches herself via the internet and insane amounts of practice, and tries out for the job. They give her the position, but tell her that without customers it’s still going to go down.

- the four gather ALL of their friends and begin mass sharing any and all information they can get out there about the fun center and Merida’s growing skills and how helpful she’ll be as the teacher. They just spread the news and encourage people to at least try it out. Through sheer force of Will and hard work, they get enough people with interests peaked who end up coming. Merida’s classes are full of all kinds of people of all kinds of ages, and she loves it.

- none of them get paid a LOT, but Rapunzel and Hiccup are very good at saving money and slowly, Astrid learns as well and between the three of them they can get things figured out even if Merida doesn’t want to waste energy on budgeting and planning everything out and such. When the fun center is out for winter time, and school is out for Summer, they start taking temporary jobs that pay a lot more money. These jobs end up being labor intensive, but they always try and work together and combined, they can find the fun in even the most annoying jobs. Sometimes Hiccup will join them if he’s having a slow time at work, but he never lasts long and the girls tease him a lot about it.

- Yes the hall live together and yes they have “family nights” where they all go out and do something fun once every month, and they eat dinner and breakfast together as much as they can and they’re all very close and mean a lot to each other god I love them.

There are obviously a ton of other characters in this little world I’ve built so if you have any questions feel free to ask!

#Rapunzel #merida dunbroch #astrid hofferson #mericcup #Merida x hiccup #Hiccup x Merida #Rapunstrid #Rapunzel x Astrid #Astrid x Rapunzel #hiccup haddock #httyd #Brave #tangled #Disney #dreamworks #headcanons #how to train your dragon

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simpnation2001 · 3 years

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Ch. 1

Technically the Belt is open all day but people don't come until later on in the day. The older generation does like to spend their morning at the diner as it can be quite peaceful but after they head home the Belt is like a ghost town. But I tend to stay home at that time and leave Alice, one of the managers, to run the Belt. I like to be at the Belt when the sun starts to set till closing as that's when it's the busiest.

The sun has been gone for about two hours now and I'm making my rounds in the drive-in. The drive in has two screens, each playing a different movie. I like to choose one film for the older crowd and one for the younger crowd. Tonight the winners are Evil Dead 2 and ET.

“Hey (Y/N) we got a problem” crackles Magdas voice through the walkie talkie.

“Yeah what is it?”

“I see a car shaking by the ET section”

Oh… a car a shaking….by ET. NOT ON MY WATCH!

“Alright I'm on my way! What row is it in?” I ask as I get into my golf cart.

“Row 3 section D”

“Roger roger”

I book it down the sections of cars and once I start to get close I can see the shaky car. I get out of the cart and walk towards the car. The owners of the cars around it try hard to block their kids from the actions that are occurring. Dear god they aren't even trying to be subtle! I walk up and give the window a hard couple of knocks.

“Hey love bird! Sorry to be a cockblock but I'm going to need you guys to wrap things up”

The two teens quickly turn and look at me. One face has a scared look and the other has a look of annoyance, an annoyance that I would know anywhere. Horny Dave, I should have known it was him.

“Look don't be a buzzkill ok we are not doing anything wrong here. We’re just kissing”

“If you call that kissing then your parents definitely gave you the wrong talk. Look you guys need to stop. You can keep watching the movie but if you try something again i'm kicking you out. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma'am. We won't do anything I promise” the poor girl responds looking very embarrassed. I turn and look at the boy and he reluctantly agrees.

“Good, enjoy the movie”

I step away from the car and head to a light post that each section in the drive through has and turn on the red light. In order to keep the Belt a family friendly establishment I created a system. Whenever a situation like this occurs we turn on these red lights and we keep an eye on them. We also have some watchtowers that help lessen the work on foot as it's easier to see more from up high. It sounds crazy but it's quite effective. That's how Magdas saw what was happening.

“Hey Magdas keep an extra eye on that section up there, it was Horny Dave” I say through the walkie.

“Horny Dave! How many times is he going to try this, he knows he always gets caught!”

“I don't know but I'm getting real tired of his shit”

“I don't know why don’t just ban him”

“Because he's a paying customer and I feel bad even though I shouldn't. Anyways I'm going to head for the theater. You're in charge of the drive-in for now, make sure to check in with the rest of the workers”

“Aye Aye captain!”

“Magdas how many time have I told you that the belt is space themed not sea themed”

“I don't know I lost count” she laughs out.

“Whatever” I respond with a smile on my face “Roger roger”

“Roger roger”

With that I get in my cart and head for the theater. I take the cart on the milky way express which is the main road that the employees can take as it expands all throughout the Belt. As I drive I pass by the diner and see the full parking lot. It always makes me happy to see the lot so full, it makes me feel like i'm doing something right. I keep on driving but something makes me come to full stop. The cart slides a bit from the abrupt stop but I don’t pay attention to that. All I can focus on is the four bikes parked right in front of the diner. I sit there and stare for a bit but in the end I start the cart and keep heading to the theater. Just because there are four bikes that doesn't mean it's them. Plenty of people have motorcycles and just because they are parked together it doesn't mean they all know each other. Yeah I'm just overthinking it.

NOPE

I do a 180 and head back to the diner. Just to check in with the chefs and waiters. That's all, no other reason because that's what a good owner does.

I park the cart towards the back of the diner and walk to the front entrance. Why are my hands so sweaty?! Why is my heart beating so fast, nothings going to happen! I reach the doors and walk in. I scan the sea of booths and tables. So far so good, nothing out of the ordinary. I get some greeting from the waiters and waitresses as I make my way slowly towards the back.

“Hey (Y/N) I didn’t think I’d see you tonight!” says Ajay, the shift leader at the diner.

“Hi Ajay, I just wanted to stop and check in real quick. Everything good?”

“Everythings going smoothly. Its real busy tonight but nothing we can’t handel”

“That’s good real good” I respond as I scan the area. Ajay must have noticed as he quickly askes.

“You looking for someone?”

“Huh! Oh no no just seeing if I recognised anyone. But don’t let me hold you up just pretend I'm not here”

“Whatever you say, give me a shout if you need anything” with that I'm left alone. I knew I was overreacting, they're not here. Why would they be, they like to stick to the boardwalk. I start heading to the back entrance to exit the diner when I run into someone.

“Oh I’m so sor-OOOHH oh my” I start as I look up. Lion. It’s the first thing that comes to mind as I gape up at the tall blond.

“What cat got your tongue?” he snickers out.

I guess you can say that. “Uh no no sorry I didn’t mean to ugh run into you….I should go!” I look down and try to move around him but before I can he throws his arm around my shoulder and steers me towards a booth.

“What's the rush baby? Why don’t you chill out for a bit with me huh? I'm Paul by the way, what's your name?”

“Umm” before I can continue we arrive at the booth and as I look up I can feel my heart stop. At the booth are the very people I swore to stay away from. I make eye contact with a set of icy blue eyes and quickly look down at my hands that are now tightly clasped together.

“Look at who I found boys! This little bunny fell right into my arms isn't that right baby?”

It takes me a couple of seconds to realize that he’s talking to me “Huh oh umm I wouldn't say I fell into your arms”

“Yeah Paul why would she fall for you when I'm sitting right here” the blonde with curly hair chuckles out as he bites into his thumb.

“Shut up Marko!”

Marko his name is Marko. That’s a cute name. HOLD UP NO. Don’t think like that you need to get away from them NOW. I shrug off Pauls arm and slowly back away “Listen Paul I cant stay I need to get back to work have a nice night”

“What noo! Works boring, just stay and hang out, I can show you a good time” he smirks and I can feel my cheeks start to warm up. STOP IT! I look up again and the platinum blonde is staring at me with a look I can’t recognize. I can faintly see his lips curl up at the edge but I look away again.

“I'm really sorry but I have to go”

“But!” He starts but is cut off by the brunette.

“Paul leave her alone” I throw him a thankful look and turn to leave leaving a pouty Paul.

“Wait! You never told me your name!”

“It’s not important!” I shout back as I rush to the back exit. As I exit the diner I take a deep breath of cold air. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it's about to burst. What the hell just happened?! I look up at the night sky and see the moon shining down. Please never let me run into those boys again.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #tlb x reader #tlb #tlb david #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #tlb 1987 #reader insert #tlb fic #movie time

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goldenavenger02 · 3 years

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they've come to get me (and everything's okay)

"Well, we don't have to worry about it then," Lloyd smiled, trying to push back the thought that there could be a group based around his father when he was being controlled by the venom of the Devourer, "it's probably just some misguided criminal who thought it looked cool."

•••

Despite the fact that they were looking for Master Wu, Kai made sure to check on Lloyd every few months in person.

The visits were only for a day or two, usually because Kai was going through the city to investigate yet another dead end lead, but the short hours he got to spend with Lloyd, he cherished.

So when he was in the city, six months after the events of the battle with the Hands of Time, he was excited to see Lloyd.

Even when he almost got run off the road by a motorcycle speeding past, a black ponytail sticking out of the back of the driver's helmet and what sounded like screeching coming from them.

Kai rolled his eyes, he was used to reckless drivers at this point in his life, but that emblem on the back of their motorcycle looked like…

Kai shook the thought out of his head, trying to shake the feeling of dread building in the pit of his stomach. 'It's just some abstract art, definitely not Garmadon.'

Before he could call PIXAL through their connected computer lines to let him know he was almost at the Bounty, she started calling him and he clicked "accept" almost immediately.

"Kai, you need to get to the canals. Master Lloyd has been critically injured, and I am struggling to get the Bounty there."

Panic hit his system as his foot hit the gas, the car nearly flying off the road as one thought jumped into Kai's head.

'What trouble have you gotten yourself into now, Lloyd?'

•••

Lloyd swallowed back the blood he could taste in his mouth, trying desperately to put pressure against the stab wound. But his hands were slick with blood, he couldn't hold down on it and he was starting to get really tired…

'Maybe I should start listening to PIXAL when she tells me to let the police handle it.'

Because bleeding out just outside of the canals wasn't exactly how he'd envisioned himself dying, and he knew that the kids who lived here were probably scared out of their minds.

Lloyd tried to press down on the wound again, unable to hold back the cry of pain that escaped his lips before his hands slipped again, and that's when reality fully sank in as he stared up at the twinkling stars.

'I'm not making it out of this one. The Green Ninja, dead from a stab wound from a regular criminal.'

"Lloyd!" A shout broke through his dimming vision, and he managed to turn his head, letting out a sigh of relief when it was Kai racing towards him and not the masked figure ready to finish him off, "holy!-"

Lloyd's hearing started to cut out and his vision went dark, no longer able to see Kai's panicked face. 'Maybe just a little bit of sleep…'

The cry tore through his throat and all he could feel was 'painpainpain' when he opened his eyes again, seeing Kai staring down at him, his hands obviously pressing down on the wound.

"PIXAL's sending the Bounty," Kai told him before adding, "you are not dying on me today."

Lloyd couldn't keep his eyes from shutting, only hearing one sentence before fading to darkness.

"Lloyd, stay with me."

•••

Kai pressed down harder when Lloyd's eyes fluttered close the second time. 'No response.'

"Lloyd, come on, kiddo. Don't do this, not now." Tears on his cheeks, blood on his hands, pale skin that was almost white under them.

Kai swallowed back the tears he was choking on, and took his hands off of Lloyd's wound, only to press them against his chest; it took two compressions before Lloyd's ribs cracked under his hand, making him cringe. It took five more before Lloyd gasped for breath while still unconscious.

"Thank The First Spinjitzu Master," Kai spoke softly as the Bounty appeared in the sky above them and the anchor dropped, allowing him to hold on while holding onto Lloyd's unconscious body, "we seriously need to install a gurney on this thing."

As soon as his feet touched the deck, Kai rushed Lloyd to control and laid him down where Zane's repairs were done before turning on the computer, watching as PIXAL's system glowed to life.

"Alright, Pix. I'm gonna need a scan, and then some instructions on how to take care of him," Kai explained while reaching over and holding pressure on the wound, leaning closer to whisper, "I'm not letting you die, not tonight."

•••

Lloyd's throat was dry.

There were plenty of things he could've focused on when he finally managed to pry himself from the hold of unconsciousness, but the first thought in his head was that his throat was dry.

He only had to try and grasp at his thoughts to figure out what happened before he blacked out, but then it hit him all at one.

'Stabbed and Kai's there and he's begging me to stay awake and blood everywhere and being tired…"Lloyd, stay with me." Kai.'

Kai had come to see him on his way to check out a lead, and now...he was in the hospital? Lloyd managed to open his eyes, taking in a breath of relief when he realized he was on the Bounty.

"Pix?" He managed to choke out, his throat ready to stop any words coming out of his mouth, but he tried again. "Pix, is Kai still here?"

He didn't get a response, which had been happening a lot recently, and instead the door opened, revealing an obviously exhausted but relieved Kai. "You're awake."

"Water." Lloyd managed to choke out, his words dying in his throat; luckily, Kai already had a cup waiting for him and tipped it against his lips, it was cool against his throat and immediately expelled the dryness.

"Easy, don't chug, you'll make yourself sick like that," Kai laughed while speaking, removing the cup from his lips, "you scared me for a minute there."

"In my defense, I wasn't trying to get stabbed, and definitely not by a run of the mill criminal."

"I don't think you ever try to get hurt," Kai added, which Lloyd couldn't argue with, before he continued, "Lloyd, we gotta talk about...something."

Lloyd didn't like the tone of his voice, and a pit grew in his stomach. He knew what Kai's serious voice sounded like, and this was definitely it. "What is it?"

"When I was driving into the city, before PIXAL called me, there was a motorcycle that nearly ran me off the road-"

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Lloyd interrupted, instantly worried about Kai's well-being; he wasn't one to hide injuries, but since his case was much more urgent, he wouldn't put it past him.

"No, no," Kai insisted, and Lloyd let out a sigh of relief, "but the driver's bike had an insignia on it...Lloyd, it was a drawing of your dad. Your dad when he was…"

"Evil" didn't have to be said, Lloyd knew that it was exactly what Kai meant. "But it was just one, right? Just one picture on one motorcycle?"

"Yeah, just one."

- Seven Months Later -

Nya considered it a stroke of luck that Skylor had a safe house in the canals; it gave them, being Misako, PIXAL, Darreth, herself and Lloyd, a chance to take care of themselves before relocating and meeting up with Skylor.

Nya swallowed back tears, wiping the ones that escaped from her eyes on the sleeve of her gi. She had been forced into hiding before when Nadakhan had painted them as criminals, but she had the others.

She had Kai, who would pull her into a tight hug every time she would get too into her head. She had Jay, who always knew how to make her smile even when she was crying. She had Zane, who always kept her calm with logic and critical thinking, but was never cold towards her. She had Cole, who would always talk her through what she was going through, and give her solid advice.

Nya winced as she pulled up her left sleeve, revealing a plethora of bruising that she immediately started to use what she could find in the first aid kit on, thoughts about the boys still swirling in her head.

'Kai, Cole, Zane, Jay...they were all prophesied to protect Lloyd and now they're gone,' she realized, applying a small ice pack against her wrist, 'I guess that makes it my mission then. To stay strong for him, and make sure he defeats Garmadon for good.'

Despite what she tried to tell herself, she couldn't keep the pang of mourning from stabbing her in the chest; it hurt as much as the tiger widow venom, but unlike that, the grief was much more agonizing.

She pulled down her sleeve and checked her face in the mirror; the skin around her eye was turning purple from the fight she had engaged in with Garmadon and there was a jagged scratch going down her chin, but the rest of the injuries were well hidden.

'That's the last thing Lloyd needs to blame himself for.'

And with that, she made her way towards the one bedroom where Lloyd was supposed to be resting after the fight; he had insisted on his mother, Nya, even Darreth taking the one bed, but they all knew that he needed it the most.

After all, he was the one who had lost his powers, who was still injured from his fight in Kryptarium; he hadn't stopped shaking since he landed on the small boat they had used to pick him up, but she couldn't even blame him. He had watched as the Bounty, their family, had been mercilessly… destroyed.

Nya swallowed back her tears and gently tapped her knuckles against the door, the kind of knock Kai would use when she was sick, injured or just upset; she wouldn't be surprised if Lloyd was suffering from a combination of all three.

She tapped against the door just a little louder this time, but when she didn't get a response, she opened the unlocked door and closed it behind her.

Nya couldn't keep her relief in when she saw the lump in the bed that confirmed Lloyd's presence where he was supposed to be and sat on the edge of it.

"Hey, did you get patched up?" She whispered softly as he laid her hand on his leg, unsure if he was awake.

"Yeah, PIXAL made sure of it," he responded. Nya was able to hear that his voice was thick with tears.

The room was quiet for a few moments; she was unsure what to say, or even what to do, but she had to do something before the tears that were threatening to emerge spilled over.

"Do you…," she could hear Lloyd swallow before trying again, "do you think that if I didn't trust her, we'd be okay."

"Lloyd, they would've gotten the mask with Master Wu if we didn't interfere. You had no reason to suspect her of anything, none of us did." Nya explained softly, pushing back anything that would disprove her point, when Lloyd sat up and she finally got a good look at all of the damage that the Sons of Garmadon, and Garmadon himself, had caused.

The cuts on his face were healing slowly, even though the one that had been next to his hairline was now covered by a white bandage.

His eyes were bloodshot and...they were no longer green. Instead, they were a medium brown with flecks of red in them, like they were when they first took him in. A scared, starving kid in a black hoodie with white paint splattered on it trying to be like his father.

"You didn't trust her at first, Nya. You said you didn't like her."

"And she pulled the wool over my eyes with all that girl talk, remember?" Nya asked softly, maneuvering so she could gently wrap her arm around his shoulder, "trust me when I say that no one blames you. You're not the first to get carried away with a crush."

"If you're talking about Skylar, she didn't get a choice. She was just doing what Chen told her to do," Lloyd's voice was shaky with anger and heartbreak as he pulled away from her hold, "And that worked out, didn't it? We're in her safe house, after all. Rumi is...she isn't being forced to do anything."

"I know you feel as though you have to put everything and everyone on your shoulders, but you don't," Nya spoke, her voice unwavering with a newfound determination, "The boys were prophesied to be your protectors, not the other way around-"

"And they're gone now! Master Wu, Cole, Zane, Jay, Kai, they're all dead! And if anyone else is going to die, I'd rather it be myself then you!" Lloyd shouted back, his eyes welling with tears, but the red coming through more than the brown.

Nya swallowed back her anger. Lloyd was grieving, he always felt the need to take personal responsibility, even when it wasn't his to be responsible for, and while that worked with Master Wu and the others, she was not going to let him do this to himself.

"I'm going to protect you from Harumi, Garmadon, The Sons of Garmadon, and anyone else who tries to fuck with you. I don't care that you don't want me to, that you feel as though offering yourself as a martyr will make this better, I'm going to," she got off the edge of the bed and started to make her way to the door, only stopping when she heard him sniffle.

"I know your life has been scarred by tragedy. That every time something good happens, something worse has to destroy it. But going into this rebellion, this...resistance, with the attitude of wanting to die for it…" she trailed off, finally turning around to see Lloyd's eyes on her, the tears finally leaving her eyes, "Lloyd, that will kill you. And I am not losing anyone else, not after today."

And with that, she finally left the room, only waiting for the door to click shut before allowing her grief to fully consume her.

'I can't believe I'm saying this, but Kai would've handled that better than I did.'

•••

Lloyd wasn't sure how much time passed from when Nya left his room to when he heard the door open, announcing Skylor's arrival with food, medicine, blankets and other essentials.

If he was being completely honest, he wasn't sure how long it had been since he had been held over the monorail by Rumi and…

The sinking feeling in his stomach made him want to curl up and sleep for weeks, but because of him and his stupid mistakes, he didn't get the luxury.

They didn't have much time before they got hunted down by the Sons of Garmadon, just enough time to patch up their injuries and now that Skylor was here, that meant she found a more permanent hiding spot.

Lloyd knew he should've listened to Kai when that motorcyclist nearly ran him off the road, but thinking back on it, he knew fully well why he didn't.

A year ago, when he had to take up the mantle of master for his team, he would've given everything up just to see his father again, even if that was in the cursed realm.

But now...now he was starting to think he'd be okay if he never saw him again, the memory of what Zane had said to Jay on the Island of Darkness ringing true in his head.

'"Perhaps it is better to remember our friends as we knew them in our hearts. Not as they are now."'

He remembered telling his mother that he didn't remember his father any other way, only for her to insist that he loved him and that it was the venom of the Great Devourer that did this.

But now...now he did remember his father. And this was not him, no matter how much the little voice in his head, the scared kid who didn't know where his destiny would lead him, insisted that it was. That he had saved him before, that he could save him again.

Lloyd stood on his shaking legs, still weak from his fight in the prison, and made his way to the main room.

Chen's takeout boxes were on the table and the others were scarfing down food like there was no tomorrow, but they stopped when he came in the room and looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak.

He adjusted so he was leaning against the doorway, his legs already threatening to collapse under him, before addressing the four members of his group who remained.

"I can't promise that the Sons of Garmadon aren't going to take us down, that my father will...do something worse. But what I can promise is that ninja never quit," he stopped for a second, his eyes catching Nya's small but determined smile, "and I know that not all of us are ninja, but we are something that could be even stronger."

He took a deep breath, memories of Jay, Kai, Zane, Cole, his brothers and memories of his uncle flooded his vision, before returning to the present.

"We are the resistance. And the resistance never quits."

#ninjago hands of time #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago sons of garmadon #ninjago hunted #my writing #sibling trio #kai ninjago #kai and nya and lloyd #lloyd montgomery garmadon #nya ninjago #mentioned jaya #mentioned kaylor #past lloyd/harumi #angst #hurt/comfort #family #lloyd blames himself for a lot of things

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Interlude - Rewrite POYW- Harry Hook x reader - Part 7 - Plans coming together

-1 year and 11 months later(January 2019)-

Ben placed his hands on his hips and smiled, looking up at the large entrance doors to the newly appointed VK shelter. Everything was finished, from the kitchens to the smallest tile in the bathrooms. it was all ready, over 100 people were hired and ready to make food, repair damages if made, counselors, therapists, caretakers. Everything Ben could think of was implemented and ready to go. The CPS still had some paperwork to be approved and worked through, so Ben was looking at late July early August for the six new vks to be in Auradon.

Which would be six-seven months from now but, at least it was only six to seven months and not the 3 years it's been since he promised and started on getting more vks off the isle, including the start of production of the shelter and CPS system.

Ben pulled out his phone and smiled, in only a few days it would also be the 3rd anniversary of the first six vks arrival, they had arrived about two weeks before his birthday and his birthday was also the third anniversary of his time as king and his 18th birthday.

January had a lot to celebrate, didn’t it?

He knew the vks were planning something for him, and they were all keeping most of the information secret so they could surprise him. The only thing he knew was that Evie rented out a place for the party, invited Ben's closest friends that weren’t the vks. (Audrey, Jane, Doug, and Lonnie. Chad was invited too but Jay and Carlos told Ben about Chad’s very sus behavior about Ben when they told him about Bens capture on the isle so Ben was slightly wary of his old friend)

Ben had planned for a party for the 3rd anniversary of the original six vks arrivals for the vks but they wanted to wait until the next group came to Auradon, wanting to celebrate with their fellow villain kids. So Ben now mentally rescheduled the party to be in August, not knowing the exact date they would be getting the vks.

“We’re getting closer!” Ben couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he turned to see Mal walking towards him, her plum-colored shoulder-length hair in a low messy bun and wearing her favorite poison green jacket and purple and black dyed jeans. “Just a couple more months and we can finally get more kids off the isle” Ben hummed and looked back at the shelter, nodding to himself and tossing his arm over Mal's shoulder and leading her back towards the car where Luis, his chauffeur, was sitting in, waiting for them to be done looking over the building.

“Yep, I’m glad (y/n) and I were able to get the council to agree to us transferring kids twice a month, so it won't be as slow a process” Mal nodded along in agreement, remembering when (y/n), Evie, and Ben had emerged from the meeting room with shit-eating grins, telling Mal and the others that they had tricked the council into agreeing with their new terms.

“Yeah, twelve kids instead of only six a month, who knows maybe by next year we’ll already have most of the isle empty, other than the people that actually deserve to be there” Mal narrowed her eyes as her mind flashed to the thought of Captain Hook and Cruella, two of the cruelest parents on the isle “not a single kid deserves to be there a second longer”

“No they do not, but we need to do this carefully, I don’t want to risk anyone dangerous getting off the isle.” Mal nodded in agreement, stepping to the side as Ben opened the car door and let Mal slide in first, stepping in after her and closing the door, buckling up and nodding at Luis to head back to the castle.

Luis nodded and drove off, Mal and Ben continuing to talk quietly in the back. “So we’ll definitely have to have security guards, though last time we didn’t really need them?” Mal nodded again in agreement, remembering when Ben and the others had gone to grab Harry's sisters, the twins, Sammy and Dizzy, it had basically gone off without a hitch, but that might have been because of Harriet's crew acting as security for them.

“Yeah, we can see how the first one goes and if we see any sign of potential danger or someone trying to get out, we’ll get some guards to follow us to and from the side, maybe on bikes so they don’t have to do the whole getting in and out of the car. But we should probably wait on guards for a bit, having so many adults from Auradon that they don’t see regularly might make them antsy, I know I would be.” Ben nodded, they didn’t want to make the vks still on the isle think they didn’t trust them, so they might have to wait on guards at least for the first few pickups.

“Yeah, good idea” Ben sighed, slouching in his seat and looking out the car window, watching the forest go by as Luis drove back towards his castle. “still kinda sucks It's going to be at least another 6 months from now until we can even pick the kids but…at least somethings happening?” Mal placed her hand on Ben's shoulder and gave a reassuring smile.

“Hey, you’re doing your best, we all know that, the vks on the isle know that. It’s not your fault that the council is preventing you from doing what you want or need to do” Ben gave Mal a watery smile and leaned into her as she wrapped her arms around him for a moment before she pulled back.

“Thank you Mal” Ben murmured, sitting back up and unbuckling his seatbelt as the car pulled up to the castle and Luis pulled open the door, Ben and Mal slipping out and making their way into the castle, continuing to talk about the plans for the isle.

“VK day huh?” Ben chuckled, remembering Doug and Evie’s suggestion to make the selection days for the new vks a whole day for them, to let the children enjoy a day just for them. “That doesn't sound bad, if Evie wants, I can buy out that old abandoned warehouse downtown and you can all do whatever you want with it to make it like the party place, so you can have your own isle place in Auradon” Mal beamed, looking up at Ben with her eyes shining.

“That actually sounds cool! Yeah! Let's do that! I can spray paint the walls n stuff and-and Jay can-“ Ben let Mal ramble on as he pulled out his phone and texted Lumiere about the new plan, who quickly texted him back that he would take care of it.

Ben put his phone away and looked to Mal again, who was still rambling about the isle and the precautions they should take.

Ben grabbed her arm and led her to the garden balcony, where the rest of their friends were waiting. “Beasty boy~!” Harry cheered, Evie holding her arms out as Mal snapped out of her rambling and skipped toward her friend, halfway crawling into Evie's lap and snuggling into her, Evie giggling as Mal did so. “Yeh finally made it, and ‘ere I thought yeh got assassinated”

“I’m sure if I was you would be the first to know and avenge me” Ben smiled, sitting next to Carlos and Jay, picking up the plate full of fruit and taking a chunk of mango off the pile. Harry hummed and shrugged.

“Depends on who assassinated yeh, if it was (y/n)” Harry gestured to you, who was curled up next to him reading a book “I wouldn’t do a damn thing” Ben nodded in understanding.

“As you should” Doug and Lonnie looked at each other at Ben's nonchalant attitude towards Harry's morbid sense of humor, then shrugged. Over the last three years, the two had gotten used to the vks humor and way of interacting with the world so it hardly bothered them nowadays, especially when Ben reacted in a way that played along with the vks.

Harry took out his phone after it vibrated in his pocket and raised his brow, then laughed “CJ forgot why it's like spring in January” Ben laughed at that, shaking his head.

“Didn’t we tell her like, three times now?” (y/n) said from her spot, peeking over Harry's shoulder to look at the text from CJ.

“Aye, but yeh know ‘er, she forgets what she deems unimportant” Harry mumbled, texting back CJ with the answer to her question.

“Isn’t ‘January is charmed by FG to be spring weather for Ben’s birthday’ an important thing?” Lonnie asked, tossing marshmallows at Doug as he attempted to catch them in his mouth.

“You would think?” Harry snorted, pressing the send button and setting his phone on the table, leaning back in his seat and hiking his feet on the table, crossing his ankles and arms with a smirk “But CJ doesn’t think so apparently.”

Ben let out a small laugh, his eyes drifting over to Carlos, who was hunched over a small metallic object, wires poking out the top and sides, sparking as he messed with the object with a metal-tipped tool. “Carlos watcha’ doing?”

“Making a thing” was all he said, sniffing as a spark shot at his nose and burned him slightly, Evie leaning over and rubbing his nose as he leaned away from the object “um-project-high tech thing” Ben smiled as Carlos pushed Evie’s hand away gently, giving her a reassuring smile as he went back to his work “I’m tryna make a portable projector that can connect to my phone, I don’t feel like getting out my laptop every time Jay or Mal want to watch a movie but are too lazy to go sit on the couch to look at the tv”

“It's always so far away!!!” Mal justified her laziness, a pout on her lips as Ben and Evie gave her a look, a teasing smile on their faces. Carlos just pressed his lips together and Mal stuck her tongue out, pulling back as Carlos leaned forward and attempted to touch her tongue with the metal-tipped tool “hey!”

“Don’t stick your tongue out at me then! You all know I always have something electric on me, be annoying get shocked” Carlos cackled, spinning the tool between his fingers then getting back to work, Dude resting his face on Carlos’ leg and whining for attention from his favorite person. Jay leaned down to see Dude and picked him up, setting the dog on his lap and feeding Dude a slice of turkey.

Dude had long lost the ability to talk, the truth potion gummy Evie had made two and a half years ago wearing off soon after cotillion, for it was never intended to last longer than a day or two. Carlos was slightly relieved when it wore off, while it was nice to talk to Dude easily, Dude talked too easily and had been prone to reveal things Carlos and Jay hadn't really wanted to be revealed.

Besides, Carlos could still speak dog so it didn’t stop any communication between the two. Though the rest of the teens were relieved to be free of Dude’s sometimes badly timed jokes and begging for butt scratches.

Ben relaxed in his seat and sighed, enjoying a quiet moment with his friends as they ate and talked, pushing down a smile as he noticed Harry messing with (y/n)s ring finger on her left hand, she continued to only pay attention with her book, letting Harry do what he wanted.

Ben sighed again and closed his eyes, pushing back his hair on its back legs, feeling the charming spring breeze gently caress his face.

Only 8 more months till the awaited day, and there was so much that was going to happen in between it all.

His and Jays birthday this month, his 3rd anniversary being king, the 3rd anniversary of the original 6 vks arrival in Auradon, the applications being finally sent out in July, the cps set to be finally finished in May, most of the vks and aks graduation from Auradon prep in June, and Harry had something planned for (y/n) that he had only told his sisters and Ben so far.

And so much had happened before! Some of the group had turned 19 within the last year and we're beginning to find career paths in the world. Mal was looking at art collages to become a full-time freelance artist, Jay was looking at a professional tourney career and was looking at Sherwood Forest University for their tourney program, Evie was already deep into the fashion world, half of Auradon already wearing her brand and was designing a whole line for the upcoming spring, and Carlos already had an internship ready to go at Stark industries.

Harry was being scouted for multiple modeling jobs thanks to Evie hiring him as her model for almost three years now, (y/n) had a solid ‘at home’ job as a freelance digital artist, Lonnie was planning a temporary professional R.O.A.R career then joining the Chinese military to be at her mother's side as a general like her parents.

Doug was Evie's financer and personal assistant; Jane would be trained to become the next Fairy godmother so FG could retire. Audrey; he didn’t know exactly what she was doing but Ben heard from Chad that she was thinking of publishing her stories she had been writing for years now, Chad wasn’t planning for much, probably just going to live off his parent's money and live his life as a lavish prince (which no shame to Chad, Ben sometimes wished he could just chill with no worries about the world)

But all that wasn’t exactly something Ben had to worry about for a bit, right now he had nothing to do other than relax with his friends. He smiled as he heard Jane and Gil walk onto the garden balcony, the two separating as Gil sat next to Carlos and Jane next to (y/n). The two were temporarily broken up as Gil was now a legal adult at 18 (he was turning 19 in March) and Jane two years younger than him at 16. While no one, including Jane’s mother, had a problem with their relationship, the two decided to take a break until Jane was 18, if only because the two didn’t want any dirty looks from the old-fashioned Auradon folks.

Ben closed his eyes again and rested against his chair, ignoring Harry as the pirate began to balance oreos on Ben's exposed forehead, Mal snickering and helping Harry in his quest.

-one week later-

Ben stepped out of his car and walked into the jewelry shop, smiling as he saw Harry, CJ, and Harriet in the corner of the shop, Harry messing with his black-banded ruby ring with his fingers as he talked to the shop worker. “And her ring size?” the shop worker asked, holding out his hand as Harry handed him the ring.

“um-(ring size)” Harry offered, leaning on the counter and peeking over his shoulder as Ben stepped next to him and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. “Hey beasty”

“Hello, Harry” Ben hummed, a bright smile on his face as the shop owner looked over the ring and its band “getting it resized?”

“Aye, I've let (y/n) wear it before but it didn’t fit any of her fingers other than ‘er thumb, so” he gestured to the shop worker who started to sketch out the band design so he could copy it into the newly sized metal once made. Ben nodded and peered over Harry's shoulder to see CJ busying herself looking over the rings in the display box, Harriet's hand on her arm to prevent any thievery.

“Why bring them?” Harry looked at him through the corner of his eye.

“Harriet demanded ta come cuz it's our ma’s ring, an’ CJ threatened ta tell (y/n) about it if I didn’t bring ‘er” Ben winced, CJ did want Harry to marry (y/n) so ‘she could finally get a cool sister’ (which always resulted in a slap to the head from Harriet) but she was a brat and held the threat of telling (y/n) about Harry's plan over Harry's head to get what she wanted.

Harry turned back to the shop worker as he called Harry's attention, informing him of the time, price, and pick-up date of the ring resizing. Harry nodded and handed the shop worker his debit card, leaning on the counter as the shop worker walked off to go complete the transaction.

“Plus I wanted some family support” Harry muttered, a shy smile on his lips. Ben laughed softly and patted Harry’s back, rolling his shoulders and pulling down his plain sky-blue t-shirt as he looked around.

“When you thinking of asking?” Ben inquired, smiling as Harry bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I dinne kae, we’ve already talked about the possibility of marriage, I wanted ta make sure she was okay with it and she's all for it, but I have no clue when or how I’m gonna ask ‘er” Ben patted Harry’s back again in sympathy, not really having any advice for the flustered Harry.

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out” Ben laughed, standing straight along with Harry as the shop worker returned with Harry's card and handed it to him.

“Thank you, Mr. Hook, it should be ready next month, we’ll give you a call about any updates and when it's finished. Thank you for coming to Doc's jewelry shop” Harry nodded and put his card in his wallet, nodding at Harriet as she grabbed CJ and dragged her out of the store following Harry and Ben, CJ pouting as she stared at the shiny rings.

“Ice cream” CJ demanded, wrenching herself out of Harriet's grip and looking up at Harry with a pout, but she was wearing Harry's hoodie, which almost encased her body completely and it made her much less threatening than she usually was with that ‘Hook’ glare on her face.

“I jus’ bought a fukin’ ring CJ, I ain't buying yeh nothing, yeh have money, use it” Harry snapped, glaring back down at his little sister as she puffed her cheeks and slapped his arm.

Ben laughed loudly and nodding his head towards the ice cream down towards the left end of the strip mall “Come on, I’ll buy” CJ cheered and raced towards the ice cream shop, Harry and Harriet giving the king a look of thanks as Ben trailed after CJ.

-end of part 7-

part 7 bbys~ yep, everything's coming together~ we officially getting to the timeline of D3 and interlude is finally in 2019 yall. and i knoooow Gil and Jane broke up, but while i don't have problem with age gaps, Gils 18, janes 16 (turning 17 that year but still) it looks a bit weird and while FG approves of their relationship the two decided it would be best to wait until Jane is a legal adult. anyway, yep, Harrys gonna propose...HAVE FUN WITH THAT!

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Crossfire III (Biker!Bucky x Reader x Steve)

Warnings: DUB-CON, eventual NON-CON, eventual kidnapping

PLEASE DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

summary: You and your new husband Steve move back to his hometown. It is here that his past catches up with him, and you both pay the price.

You peeked through the window, a smile spreading over your lips as you caught a glimpse of who had knocked on the door. Wanda had a small smile on her own face when you finally opened it. She looked so lively outside of the diner setting.

“Wanda! What are you doing here?”

“School doesn’t start back for weeks, so I figured you don’t want to be cooped in the house until then. I thought I’d show you around town,” she said.

“Oh.”

Steve had claimed that he was going to get around to doing that, but work had taken up so much of his time. Not to mention everything else he was dealing with. It seemed silly to make him show you around with much more serious things on his plate. You absentmindedly brushed your fingers over your neck, flinching a bit.

“You know what? I love that idea. Come in! I just need to put on my shoes,” you said, stepping aside.

You closed the door behind her as she looked around.

“Wow. It looks so different from the last time I was in here,” she said.

“This used to be the hangout spot or something?” you chuckled as you put your shoes on.

“Something like that,” she chuckled back. “I told you, I was never really friends with Steve. My brother, Pietro, was though. I think he idolized him a bit, to be honest. I came around with him once or twice during some of their meetings.”

“Meetings? What kind of meetings?” you asked, grabbing your purse.

She seemed to freeze, lips parting ever so slightly as her eyes widened. You frowned at her as she hurried to double back.

“Not…not meetings really. Just when the guys would hang out and stuff,” she said with a shake of her head.

You eyed her odd demeanor for a bit, eventually brushing it off. You followed her outside and looked around in confusion.

“How’d you get here?”

“I walked,” she said with a shrug. “My house isn’t far.”

You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to that, how small the town was. Sure, walking in New York was normal, but that was in the city and the boroughs. You considered taking the car but decided against it.

“You don’t mind walking some more, do you?”

“Of course not. You won’t get the full experience driving around anyway!”

You locked the door behind you, thankful that it was nice outside.

“Walking around this town was how we found all the cool hangout spots when we were kids,” she chuckled. “Some of the best places here would’ve remained a secret to us.”

“What was Steve like then?” you wondered. “He doesn’t talk about his past much…”

Hell, before you moved here you had thought Steve only had two friends his whole life.

“I’m sure he’s the same now as he was then,” she chuckled. “Bossy and self-righteous…kind of like a kid when he doesn’t get his way.”

She nudged you, and you frowned. Steve could be set in his ways sometimes, sure, but that wasn’t at all what he was like. At least, not now. He’d told you he was a different man back then, but you were really starting to wonder just how different.

You kept your thoughts to yourself and instead listened to Wanda as she talked about the different businesses in town. You learned that she and her brother aren’t from here but from Sokovia.

“Yeah, we didn’t know the language well when we moved here, but Steve and Bucky made us feel welcome. They accepted us with ease and the rest followed,” she said.

You glanced away at the mention of Steve’s former friend, and you bit your lip.

“So Steve and Bucky were pretty close…”

“Like brothers,” she confirmed.

You watched her face fall, and your curiosity to know what happened between them grew. Again, you kept your thoughts to yourself. You wanted to trust that Steve would tell you in his own time. The two of you spent the rest of the day walking around town. You walked by the small shopping center you didn’t even know was here. It consisted of a Dollar General, a liquor store, a post office, and a small clothing shop you’d never heard of.

When the two of you neared the local bar, Wanda’s demeanor changed. She slowed, visibly uncomfortable, and you frowned. You saw ‘The Asgardian’ flashing in bright neon lights. It was late in the evening, now, so the place seemed to be just livening up. You noticed quite a few motorcycles parked out front, a few of which looked familiar.

There were a couple of people mingling by their bikes, drinking beer and laughing. You noticed a small group of women eyeing the two of you, all sporting those leather jackets. Wanda grabbed your arm.

“Come on-.”

“Wanda!”

You both looked over to see one of the women waving you two over, dark ponytail swinging. You could tell that Wanda was uncomfortable, so you spoke up.

“We don’t have to go over if you don’t want to,” you said. “You can tell them I don’t feel well or something.”

Wanda bit her lip before eventually shaking her head. “I wish it were that easy,” she quietly replied, reluctantly approaching them.

You followed and noticed the way some of the men closer to the bar eyed you. You made eye contact with Sam, and he waved. You returned it with a small smile.

“You know Sam?”

You cut your eyes to the woman who asked. She was finishing up a cigarette, green eyes focused on you as she stomped it out.

“Not really. He came by the house the other day to see Steve,” you answered.

She smirked, glancing at the blonde woman beside her before pushing off of her bike. She stuck her hand out.

“You must be Steve’s wife. Natasha,” she introduced herself.

You took her hand, introducing yourself as well. The other girls greeted you and introduced themselves too, albeit the blonde one, Sharon, did so reluctantly.

“We’re about to head inside. You two should join us.”

It was the one who’d waved you two over. She had introduced herself as Brunnhilde, but she claimed that everyone called her Valkyrie.

“I was just showing Y/N around. We were actually about to head back to-.”

“Just for a few drinks,” Natasha laughed, throwing her arm over your shoulder. “Besides, Pietro’s inside. He’s been wondering where you were, Wanda.”

You didn’t protest when Natasha pulled you along.

“So, how long you and Steve been married?”

“A little over a month,” you answered, “…but we’ve been together for almost two years.”

“Newlyweds,” she laughed. “That’s sweet.”

The bar was dimly lit inside and filled with smoke. It was rowdy, and your ears were immediately filled with loud chatter and boisterous laughter from men and women alike. A few people eyed you as you walked past with Natasha, but their eyes didn’t linger for too long, almost as if they were afraid to stare.

You settled down at a table in the back, Wanda and the rest close behind. Natasha waved the server over and ordered a round of beers.

“You drink?” the redhead asked.

“Not much,” you honestly replied.

Back in your college days you got pretty wild, but that was behind you. Or so you thought. One round of beer turned into three then three turned into five. Before you knew it, your body felt light and your head felt fuzzy. You found that you liked Natasha. She was funny if not a little rough around the edges, but it was in that good and tough straightforward way you’d always envied.

She was currently telling you about the time Steve had gotten in trouble for breaking into the school for senior prank day. The cops had him cuffed and ready to go when Tony and Clint distracted them while Sam and Bucky busted him out of the car. You snorted, immediately covering your mouth in a fit of giggles.

“God, Steve never tells me any of this stuff,” you complained. “I didn’t even know the guy had friends.”

You chuckled, taking another sip of beer.

“Yeah,” Natasha sighed. “Steve had a lot of friends, a whoole support system here before he ran off.”

She suddenly scoffed, chuckling without humor.

“It was pretty brave of him to come back here after what he did. Brave…or stupid, I still haven’t decided yet, but the man always did have steel balls.”

You frowned at her, confusion piercing your brain as she nursed her beer.

“What do you mean?”

Something in you was telling you that this was a conversation meant for Steve and you, that you were doing exactly what you said you wouldn’t: prying. She almost choked on her beer, staring at you with wide eyes before she laughed. This time it was genuine.

“You don’t know? You’re telling me Steve didn’t tell you?”

Your frown only deepened, and she suddenly quieted, a look of disbelief falling over her features. She fell back in her seat with a light scoff, shaking her head as she glanced away.

“That son of a bitch,” she whispered, but you still heard her over the noise.

Against your better judgement, you pressed her for information.

“What? What did he do?”

She sighed, setting her beer back down before leaning forward.

“Well…you know about the club. The money they would take and-.”

“Wait, wait, what club? What money?”

You were growing more confused by the minute. She stared at you for a moment, studying you. Realization bled into her features.

“You don’t know anything…do you?”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, and apparently you didn’t need to. Your silence was answer enough. She looked away, and you watched as she clenched her jaw.

“I think you should go,” she said.

You blinked.

“What? Why? I-.”

“Because you clearly don’t know your husband at all…and I’d hate to be the one to ruin that for you,” she said, staring you down. “You should go anyway before Bucky shows up.”

You frowned but nodded at the mention of Bucky. You turned and tapped Wanda on the shoulder, telling her you were going to go.

“Alright. I’ll go with you,” she said, putting on her jacket.

“Let me go to the bathroom first,” you told her.

You stood and swayed for a bit, realizing that you had drank more than you intended to. You managed to make it to the other side of the room though, hand sliding along the wall as you stepped into the dark hallway.

The bathroom wasn’t the cleanest, and you turned your nose up in disgust. You normally squatted over public toilets, but you were so wobbly you didn’t think you’d be able to. You sighed, mulling over Natasha’s words. While it was true that there were things about Steve you didn’t know, was it really true that you didn’t know him at all? Did you really not know Steve at all?

The alcohol in your system made your emotions so much more…more, and you blinked away tears. Ever since you’d moved here, nothing had gone like you thought it would, and while it might’ve been unfair to think so, you partly blamed Steve. Not only had he moved back here knowing that when he left, he’d left behind bad blood, but he allowed you to be blindsided.

You stumbled to the sink, splashing water over your face after washing your hands. There was no use looking into the mirror, the dirt and grime covering it didn’t allow you to see anything. God, you could just imagine what Steve was going to say when Wanda dragged you home, drunk and wobbly. You yanked the door open, a burp rising in your throat, but you swallowed it down in shock.

Your body was frozen as your eyes connected with familiar blue ones. He smiled at you, but it was cold, mocking even. You stumbled back when he stepped inside, and your eyes widened when he closed the door behind him.

“You-you can’t be in here,” you told him, moving to get past him.

He gripped your arms and pushed you back. His large frame and your inebriated state made it easy. You winced when he pushed you into the sink, pain traveling through your lower back.

“I’ve got my hands in almost every cookie jar in this town. I can go wherever I want,” he shot back, tightening his grip.

You struggled against him, but he only chuckled at your attempt. You grunted in frustration, fed up.

“What do you want from me, Bucky?”

You spat his name, and a slow smirked danced along his lips.

“Hmm. I haven’t quite figured that out yet. I know what I want from Steve…”

You glared at him.

“…but I don’t know what I want from you exactly. Well…at least not all of what I want.”

He stepped closer, pressing himself against you, and your struggle increased. You could smell nicotine on his breath, and you gasped when one hand traveled down to grip your thigh. With your now free hand, you shoved against his chest, but he only pushed himself closer.

“Steve and I shared a lot back then. T-shirts, bikes…women,” he said, gripping your jaw. “Although, I don’t think he’s inclined to do so anymore. He seems a little…possessive of you.”

His laugh sent shivers down your spine, and you pushed against him, hard. You were satisfied when he took a step back, but your relief was short lived when he shoved you back. Your head slammed against the mirror, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Your already tilting vision was swaying when you opened them.

“You know what he told me that day I came by? He said if I so much as looked at you again, he’d bury me. You got yourself a keeper,” he chuckled. “Too bad he’s a liar and a thief.”

“Don’t talk about him like that. I don’t know what happened between you two, but Steve isn’t that person.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, gaze almost pitying.

“He hasn’t changed, sweetheart. He just got better at hiding,” he sneered.

You turned your face away, but his grip on your chin tightened. He leaned down when you tried to lean away, nose brushing against yours.

“Did you even ask him what he took? What he did?”

You tried to ignore him, but he wouldn’t let you.

“We used to go from town to town, you know…taking money from anyone we could. Selling drugs to anyone desperate enough to buy.”

You jerked in his grip, eyes wide in disbelief as you stared at him.

“We thought we were untouchable…and we were. No one messed with us, and if they did, we made an example out of them. Steve led and we followed,” he continued.

“No,” you shook your head, stomach churning.

“We were gonna take over this town. Almost two million dollars,” he whistled. “That’s how much money we had saved up. We were going to buy out everyone we could. We were so close, and this whole town knew it. They were scared, and rightfully so…”

He suddenly gripped your hair, one arm curling around your waist as he pinned you to him.

“Then Steve had a change of heart one day. He turned his back on all of us and the way of life he helped create. He left. No big deal, we would eventually get over it…had he not taken the money with him,” he spat.

You swallowed, eyes widening as you realized the severity of the whole ordeal.

“Not only is he a traitor who turned his back on us, but he’s a thief too.”

He looked over you and suddenly hummed.

“You look like you’re going to be sick. Let me walk you outside to get some air.”

He didn’t give you time to protest before yanking you away from the wall and towards the door. The bar was even louder than before, and the hallway was dark, the only light coming from the lights in the bar. Bucky didn’t go that way though. He shoved you towards the back of the building.

His hand was still in your hair, and his grip was tight as he forced you through a backdoor. The air was cool on your skin, but the cool brick wall against your back was colder as he pinned you against it.

“Steve really thought that he could just come back here and live the rest of his days out peacefully after what he did. So confident,” he mused.

You yelped into his mouth as he pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and forceful, pressing against yours so harshly it hurt. With one of his hand in your hair and the other pressing into your back, your movements were restricted. He forced his leg between yours, and you brought your knee up.

He let go of you with a groan, and you pushed past him. Your foot caught on his as he stuck it out, and you felt yourself falling. However, he stopped you before you could hit the ground. One hand gripped your arm while the other wrapped around your throat. His lips were at your ear, heaving chest pressing into your back.

“That was cheap, doll,” he hissed.

“Let go of me!”

His grip tightened, and you gasped, digging your nails into his arm. He shook you.

“You tell Steve that I want that money back. I don’t think he’s taking me seriously, and I’d hate to have to find ways to…” his lips brushed over your cheek “…get his attention.”

You stumbled when he finally let go of you, and your arms and neck were sore. You spun around, hand outstretched to slap him, but he caught your wrist. You glared at him and he glared back, his hold tight.

“You should go home to your husband, Mrs. Rogers. I’m sure he’s wondering where you are,” he said.

You yanked your hand from his grip, jaw clenched as you eyed him. Deciding to pick your battles, you turned and stumbled away from him. It was dark outside, now and you were positive that Wanda was worried. You were proven right when you made your way to the parking lot.

She ran towards you, your purse in her hand. Her eyes were wide and inquiring as she steadied you.

“Where were you? You were taking so long so I went to check on you, but you were gone.”

“Are you in their...club or whatever too? With Bucky?” you asked, ignoring her question.

Her face fell, but she shook her head.

“No…”

“…but your brother is,” you guessed.

She didn’t deny it.

“Who…who told you? Did Nat-?”

She didn’t have a chance to finish, bright headlights nearly blinding you both as a car pulled up beside you. You recognized the car.

There was a frown on Steve’s face as he hopped out. There was a frown on yours too as he approached you. He nodded at Wanda, thanking her when she handed him your purse.

“I’ll talk to you later, Y/N?”

You eyed her, suddenly unsure of who to trust, but nodded anyway. She looked between you two before reluctantly walking away, going back inside no doubt. It was quiet, and you could tell that Steve was upset, although you couldn’t understand why. You were the only one with a reason to be mad.

“Get in the car, Y/N,” he sighed. “I don’t even know why you’re here of all places and-.”

“Two million dollars?” you quietly interrupted him.

He paused and swallowed his words, visibly taken aback as you questioned him. His eyes gave away nothing, but his body language did.

“…what?”

“You heard me, Steve.”

He didn’t reply right away, and his jaw ticked. He glanced around, eyes narrowed.

“Let’s talk about this at home, or at least in the car-.”

“I want to talk about this here, Steve. I want to know why you thought you could just come back here after doing such a thing and act like nothing happened. I want to know why you didn’t tell me, why you just let me walk into this mess with you?”

He heaved another sigh, running his hands down his face.

“Y/N-.”

“Bucky doesn’t want that money back. I don’t care what he says! He knows you don’t have that money to just give back. He wants revenge!”

“Honey-.”

“And then you actually have the nerve to want to raise children here? Knowing you had a target on your back the second you crossed the city limits? You think I’d want to bring children into this?”

He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. You didn’t wait for him to say anything, instead walking around him and getting in the car. You crossed your arms over your chest as he slid into the driver’s side. You could feel his eyes on you, but you refused to look at him. He reached for your face, but you jerked away, and he sighed.

The short drive to the house was quiet. You could feel him glance at you here and there, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to look at him. You knew that Steve was different then, he’d told you so, but you had never imagined…

He stole from people, sold drugs? You didn’t even want to linger on what Bucky meant when he’d said they’d made examples out of people. You were starting to regret the way you’d confronted Steve, but the alcohol in your system had clouded your judgement. You wanted to believe Bucky was lying, but Steve’s reaction told you all you needed to know. You weren’t even sure you wanted to hear his side of things.

You ignored his calls as you hurried from the car.

“Y/N.”

You rushed inside the house, and you could hear his footsteps behind you.

“Y/N, stop!”

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to a halt. You turned to glare at him, attempting to pull your arm free but he wouldn’t relent.

“I was going to tell you the truth. I promise that I was,” he assured you.

You didn’t know if you believed him.

“I had hoped things would be different now, that they would have let it go-.”

You cut him off with a scoff, a laugh bubbling in your throat.

“I don’t believe that, and I refuse to think you do. Two million dollars, Steve? Come on. I didn’t grow up with these people but even I know they’d never let that go. No sane person would…”

You jerked away from him, heading for the stairs. He called you again, but you simply ignored him.

You stared out of the window, gaze locked on the moon shining light into your room. Your back was to Steve, but you knew that he wasn’t asleep either. His breathing was different. You heard him sigh before you felt the bed move.

You frowned when he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You reached down to push his hand away, but he tightened his grip.

“Let go of me,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered back, pressing himself against you.

You sighed, lacking the energy for this discussion at this time of night.

“That’s a nice sentiment, Steve, but we’re still here in your hometown with dangerous people who want payback for what you did,” you replied, fighting his hold.

“I had my reasons,” he snapped. “Will you stop it?”

You huffed in frustration, sitting up and grabbing your pillow.

“I’m sleeping on the couch.”

You yelped when he pulled you back down, covering your frame with his own. Your eyes were wide as you pushed against him.

“What is wrong with you? Get off of me, Steve.”

His face was twisted into anger.

“I said I was sorry. What more do you want?”

“I want to sleep on the couch, tonight. That’s what I want. I feel like I don’t know anything about you, and right now, I don’t feel comfortable with you,” you told him.

He frowned down at you, eyes hardening as he studied you. He ran them over you. Blinking a few times before pursing his lips.

“You know…about everything….”

You glanced away, and your silence was deafening.

“Who told you?”

“Does it matter? Its all true isn’t it? You led and they followed,” you repeated Bucky’s words.

“Was it Bucky? Did he tell you?”

“Does. It. Matter.”

His blue eyes were cold.

“I told you to stay away from him-.”

“I didn’t go looking for him, Steve! He found me! He sought me out, and he’s going to keep doing so because of what you did.”

His jaw ticked as he fought to think of a response. You looked away from him, swallowing.

“Natasha was right. I don’t know you, at all.”

He pressed his lips against your cheek, and you closed your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry,” he whispered against your skin.

You didn’t respond, and he continued.

“I never wanted you to know about that, any of it. I’ve tried so hard to put all of that behind me.”

And yet, he still came back here. You turned your face away when his lips sought out your own, but he gripped your chin. You made a noise of protest when he pressed his lips against yours, but he ignored you.

“Steve.”

His other hand slid up your legs, pushing your t-shirt up with it, and you squirmed beneath him.

“Steve, come on,” you pleaded. “Stop.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your mouth. “I’m sorry, and I love you. Let me show you.”

You stared up at the ceiling as his mouth trailed down to your neck, hands pinning your wrists down. You closed your eyes, realizing you couldn’t fight against his hold. His touch that once brought you comfort was making your skin crawl.

When you came for the third time that night, trembling and out of breath, you’d almost forgotten what had angered you. Steve’s grip was unrelenting as he held you to him, his low voice lulling you to sleep, the couch long forgotten.

#biker!bucky #Dark Fic #dark!bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #dark!bucky x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #marvel

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blufanfictionthings · 3 years

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First Fall

This is for Writer Wednesday 8/11/21 by @autumnleaves1991-blog. It’s a BuckyxF!Reader. No trigger warnings just cute stuff! Definitely AU though. @clydesducktape (for the master list!!)

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Bucky smiled softly as the leaves crunched under his feet as he made his way into Avengers HQ. Autumn was upon the avengers; Yelena rushed up to Bucky.

“Are you leaving today?” She asked; Bucky nodded; “I am leaving tomorrow; I am going to Natasha’s grave.”

Bucky nodded and held the door open for her as they walked into HQ. Yelena waved as she headed towards the gym. Bucky made his way up to Steve’s office.

“I already put it in the system that you were not to be called if there is a mission,” Steve said, Bucky thanked him and went to leave when Sam stopped him.

“Sarah and the kids are flying in on Thursday; I'm picking them up and we will be there on Friday,” Sam explained; he grabbed a bag from the table and handed it to Bucky. “Delta asked for apples from the orchard. Don't eat them.”

Bucky scowled and took the bag from his friend.

“I’m not going to eat them,” he said before walking out and heading towards the garage to climb onto his bike to start the two-hour trip upstate, a trip he took every weekend to see you. After the battle, you had helped rebuild but decided to retire; with Tony and Natasha dead you felt that Delta wouldn’t be as helpful. You had grown angry at the world, you had bought Pepper and Tony’s cabin when Pepper had returned to New York to run Stark industries and became reclusive. Only really seeing anyone once a year when everyone got together to celebrate Halloween and the Anniversary of the battle. With the apples secured in his bag; along with some clothes and his toothbrush. He rode out of the garage and towards the interstate.

When he arrived at Stark's cabin; a smile graced his lips as he watched a Nine-year-old Morgan Stark play tag with her four-and-a-half-year-old brother. Tony’s last gift to Pepper before he died in battle.

“Uncle Bucky!!!” Morgan yelled as the super-soldier took off his helmet. Anthony Jr. chased her, yelling his name. Bucky caught the nine and four-year-old in his arms and hugged them.

“Where are your mom and aunt?” he asked after he set Morgan down. He looked around for Pepper and You. Morgan grinned

“Auntie is finishing our Halloween costumes!” She said, leading the man into the cabin where Pepper was laughing at something you had said; he grinned.

“Mommy!” Morgan shouted before jumping in front of Bucky and throwing her hands in the air. “TADA!”

You turned to face Bucky with a small smile on your face as you took him in, it had been a couple of weeks since he was able to come to the cabin.

“James.” You whispered; he handed Anthony to Pepper and pulled you into a breathtaking kiss. You could hear Morgan saying how gross it was but ignored the girl. After you broke apart Bucky grinned.

“I missed you!” He said; you laid your head on his shoulder.

“I missed you too!” you said; as your hug ends Bucky relays Sam's message causing you to smile.”I'm glad they're able to come. Give me the apples, you didn't eat any did you?”

Bucky frowned at the accusation, but took his pack off and unzipped it to reveal the bag of apples. A dreamy sigh left your lips.

“The best thing about HQ is the Apple orchards,” you said with a grin. Bucky rolled his eyes and turned to Morgan.

“At least you love me right kid?” he asked; Morgan grinned and nodded her head. You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek.

“You know I love you, Dummy,” you said; he smiled and shook his head. “Pepper you and the kids staying for supper?”

Pepper shook her head, Morgan frowned; not wanting to leave.

“I've got a meeting, plus I need to make sure Peter and Ned come out of the labs for dinner. May said he didn't been home for dinner for a week so I have to chase them home.”

You laughed and hugged her before crouching down to talk to Morgan.

“I'll see you tomorrow, we can bake pies okay?” You said the girl nodded and took her mom’s hand. They leave; leaving the couple alone.

“So are you gonna show me how much you missed me, white wolf?” you teased; Bucky smirked, picked you up, and threw you over his shoulder.

“You bet I am,” he said before heading towards your bedroom.

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You smiled as you looked out the window, Sam and Sarah were starting the firepit arguing about how to start it. Morgan was hanging off Peter telling him a story. You touch your stomach.

“Does James know yet?” the voice of your best friend made you jump and drop your hand. You turn to Yelena with a frown.

“Know what?” you asked, avoiding her eyes; Yelena rolled her eyes.

“That you are carrying his child?” she said with a smile; your shoulder sag, “what is it?”

“It's just not fair; Natasha always wanted kids, but the Red Room took that Choice from Her, and you.”

“And you think she would not rejoice in you being pregnant. You will be an amazing mother; if Natasha had ever settled down; she could have adopted. When I’m ready I can adopt, the Red Room took the chance for us to have Biological children, yes, but there are still children that need love, a love that I can provide. So please do not feel guilty for starting your family with the American. Though I do think my father will throw a fit; he assumed you and Natasha were an item.”

You laughed and shook your head

“I don’t need to be with Natasha for him to consider me a daughter; if not for him and your mother I probably wouldn’t have the life I have now.” You said; thinking about the two months that Alexi parked his RV in the yard; making sure you were still fighting. Melina making sure you ate. “Though now that he thought me and Nat were together, it makes a lot more sense. Do you think they would like to be called Grandma and Grandpa? I mean you're going to be godmother and aunt so it only makes sense right.”

Yelena said your name; causing you to turn from the window; tears were welling up in her eyes as she pulled you into a hug.

“Nat would be proud of you.” She said; you smiled as you wrapped your arms around her.

“Nat would be proud of us.” You told her. “I hope this means you’ll be around more.”

Yelena pulled away and nodded; she touched your stomach and smiled.

“I promise to be here for the little one.” She spoke in Russian;

The door opened, Sarah walked in with Sam behind her; the two froze seeing the two ex-spies. A grin appeared on Sam's face as he realized what was going on. Before you could stop him he was back out the door,

“Well, James sure knows now,” Yelena said, taking her hand off of your stomach. Sarah pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you!” She said as the front door swung open, Bucky stormed in and pulled you into a hug.

“He's telling the truth, right? You're pregnant?” he asked; you smiled and nodded your head.

“You're going to be a father James!” he smiled before spinning you around.

#writer wednesday #f!reader #marvel #james bucky barnes #pepper potts #morgan stark #sam wilson #sarah wilson #yelena belova #bucky fluff #i hope you like this #!!!!!!

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happy-beeeps · 3 years

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IDDD 5:Flashback

A/N: HEY GUYS I’M BACK! I’ve missed writing so much and I am happy to pick up with this series! We are cooking and cruising through season one so I can start getting to season 2, I’ve already got so many good ideas. This takes place during episode 5, so content warnings!

Warnings: violence (light I don’t write action well) references to guns, space slavery, kidnapping (flashback) brief suggestion of SA (never overtly mentioned but it is there if you squint so please be careful!), me divering from canon. Angst with a good chunk of fluff at the end also sorry there’s a few Y/N uses because I genuinely don’t know what to put in place of a name

Summary: A bounty on Tatooine goes horribly wrong, leaving Din and reader to talk about their feelings and fears. Part 5 of my series!

* * * You hated being back in Tatooine. The air, the sand, the suns, everything about this planet made your skin crawl. You hadn’t told Mando about your past, there had never really been a great moment too, and now you were really wishing you had. “We just need to stop here for a few days. Get some repairs, maybe do a job, nothing too long.” he said as the system came into view.

“Ok, can we just make it quick, I hate it here.” “Seems like you have a vendetta against all sand planets.” “Not all. Just this one.” You murmured as you chewed on the fat of your lip uncomfortably. Not even the baby’s tiny hands and smile could distract you from the sick feeling in your stomach. “If you need repairs, I know someone here who’ll do it cheap. Just trust me.” Mando glanced over at you for a moment, before reaching out and placing a hand on your thigh. You felt the weight of his touch burn through your clothes. “Something’s off with you. You talk about it when you wanna talk about it. Just give me the coordinates for your friend.” You smiled at the gesture, then cautiously placed a hand on top of his. “I will, you deserve my story too.” He reciprocated the gesture with a gentle squeeze, and headed towards the coordinates of your friend.

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When you stepped off the ship into the blistering sunlight of Tatooine, the only face who could put you at ease was Peli Motto. The older woman’s curly hair practically bounced as she and her crew of pit droids ran towards the Razor Crest. “Y/N!” She yelled, grabbing your elbows before embracing you tightly. “Hi Peli, I’ve missed you.” You sighed into her shoulder. Meanwhile behind you, Mando was causing a ruckus trying to shake the droids away from his ship. “Hey! No droids!” He yelled, causing Peli to give an exasperated sigh. “It’ll take longer for me to do, which’ll cost you.”

“Hey I’m here too, there's no ship you and I can’t fix together.” You said, jostling her shoulder.

“Aw honey, it’s good to have to have you back.”

When Mando had set off to the cantina to get some leads on some work, you, the baby and Peli were doing the smaller repairs that the Crest required, and taking turns sipping what water you could in the cooler shade of Peli’s work space. “So, how long have you been traveling with the Mando?”

“A few months, he found me on Coruscant, he needed a translator and realized I’m kinda good at a lot useful things, so I’ve just sorta stuck around.”

“Mmm…” she said, before turning her attention to the baby wrapped in a sling around your torso. “And are you two… together? Is this baby yours?”

“Peli!” “Look, kid, all I’m saying is you leave me a few years back, slum it on Coruscant, then some big soldier in shiny metal knocks on your door? I’d have his baby too by now if I were you.”

“No no it’s not like that… The baby was rescued. He saved it from some kind of awful fate, it was a bounty.” “A bounty? But it’s a baby?” “Exactly, and now we're kind of on the run. Mando saved him. He’s… different.” She smiled back at the two of you before grabbing your shoulder. “Different is good for you I think. I think he’s good for you. C’mon, lets get some food started, he should be back with a job soon.”

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You didn’t trust that young bounty hunter farther than you could throw him, and Mando has teased you about your lousy arm before. The bikes Mando and he took off in are shabby and unkempt, but his clothes are flashy and new. He’s overconfident and too chummy with your Mando, and the look you shared with Peli at the hanger solidifies you have every right to be nervous, everything about him seems off. “I can tell he cares about you two, because no one is that desperate to work with that kid for no reason. He wants to take care of you.”

“He knows I’d forfeit my salary in a heartbeat to keep things going here. I’m just happy to be with him.” “So you admit it, you admit you like him?” “I mean… I figured it was kind of obvious?” “He’s a man, and even more so, a man bound by honor. He’s gonna need some bait and switch or something. But you mean a lot to him, that much is obvious.”

“I just feel so helpless and I hate it. I mean, he goes on these crazy hunts and I stay behind when he doesn’t need me to translate. He trusts me to fly and help with repairs but sitting waiting makes me so nervous. I need to do something.” “Well, doesn’t he know you can defend yourself? I mean, you had a very tactical combat education.” “I just haven’t really found an easy way to slide that into conversation I guess. It’s hard to talk about,” you snuggle the child closer as he sleeps, face illuminated by the work lights in the small quarters in Peli’s home. “Being here is hard enough. And he knows, but he doesn’t know why. He knows I’m from Naboo, but not much else.”

“Well, stop thinking about if he comes back, and start thinking about opening up to him when he does.” She turns over on her cot and turns the light off, leaving you alone with your thoughts on the threadbare blanket on the cool clay floor.

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“Morning sweetheart.” Says a masculine voice you can place, though you’re not sure why. Your eyes flutter open to reveal the face of the bounty hunter from the previous evening, pointing a blaster both at you and Peli. The baby clings tightly to your tank top, and you pull the fabric sling around your chest as tight as you can. Everything about this makes you feel like you did last time you were in Tatooine, from the way he’s eyeing you to the barrel of the blaster in your face. “I’m going to get up, and pick up my baby, I have no weapon on me.” You say, as calm as you can. There’s a slip of the queen’s voice in there, something meant to give you peace in a threat, and you wish it worked for you now that you’re not a scared little girl in Naboo. “Just get up, both of you, and come with me. We’re gonna sit in that ship and have a little chat while we wait for Mando to show up. Funny, bounty never said anything about your pretty face in the listing.”

It feels like years before Mando arrives but you know it can’t be longer than a few hours. The sound of the speeder bike roars through the empty hanger and you can hear the heavy thud of his feet as he barrels in. “There we go ladies, nice and easy, just like we practiced.” Calican says as he shoves you and Peli to your feet, blasters pointed at both of your temples. “Took you long enough Mando!” He says as he grabs the child from your hands. “Looks like I’m calling the shots now.” You’ve managed to be strong for so long, channeled every bit of training you’ve had, every blow you’ve been dealt from your years in servitude on Tatooine, but the sight of him finally here, and there seems to be nothing he can do, pushes you to the brink. Silent tears spill over from your eyes and Calican takes notice of this, shoving Peli forward “Cuff him,” he says and she grumbles towards him, shaking with every step. “When I turn you and the kid in Mando, I’m thinking of keeping your girl for myself, she’s so very pretty, and so loyal too. What was it you said doll, you’d ‘rather die than give anything up about Mando?’ They don’t make girls like this on Tatooine anymore that's for sure.” With this statement, whatever Peli had just been whispering to him is forgotten, as he stares straight at Calican. “If you put a hand on her, there won’t be a single safe spot left for you in the galaxy.”

“Bringing you in won’t just make me a member of the guild buddy… it’ll make me legendary.” With this he raises his blaster square with Mando’s head, but a quick flashbulb is enough to throw him off. He shoots his blaster in every direction he can while you try and wrestle for the baby. Finally, Mando comes around a corner and lands a shot square in his chest. You grab the baby before he tumbles over and crouch on the ramp of the ship.

“Oh that must have been so loud for your big old years!” Peli says as she and Mando run towards you. “Are you alright he asks”, grabbing your arms and squeezing tight. “I’m-I’m fine Mando. Really.” “Yeah I had a gun to my head but no worries, I’m fine too.” Peli exclaims, and you stifle a laugh before walking up to hug her. “If I’m back on this planet, something is seriously wrong.” you say, and she sighs as she pulls away from the hug. “Well then, in that case, I hope I never see you again. Take care of yourself kid, ok?” “Yeah, you too Peli.”

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The water of the refresher feels icy down your back, and stings on the cuts and bruises you didn’t realize Calican had left. Your skin feels foreign, weird, like it isn’t yours anymore, and you wish you could crawl out of it. You pull yourself out of it when there's a soft rap at the door of the fresher. You crack your head out and see a gloved hand holding a stack of clean clothes. “Hey uh, I grabbed you some clothes to change into, and the ship is in hyperspace. Maybe, if you’re up for it, I’d like to talk when you’re out?”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be out in a second. Thank you for this.” You say with a soft smile, before shutting the door again. You pull on the pants, and the shirt which feels a bit too big and soft to be yours, and beam a little bit when you realize it’s one of his. You step out of the refresher and Mando is sitting on the floor, every blanket is pulled from his bed and the little cot you sleep on, and you clamber into the cocoon beside him. He reclines against the wall and you snuggle yourself into his arm, head on his chest, before sighing a bit of relief. “I’m gonna turn the lights in here off, because I want to talk to you with my real voice. Can I trust you to not look?” You murmur a yes and are greeted with that mechanical hiss that happens when he takes off his helmet, which is quickly becoming one of your favorite sounds. “It’s almost like that night on Sorgan,” you sigh thinking back to the starlit night and warm beds of Sorgan. Those stolen kisses and breathy touches seem like ages ago now. He laughs a little at this before pressing his cheek onto your head. “Yeah, just like Sorgan…. Listen, Y/N, I’m sorry for what happened there. I should’ve been there I could’ve,” “Mando, you did nothing wrong, it’s really okay-”

“No it isn’t, you don’t like Tatooine to begin with and I left you alone and defenseless.” “Listen Buckethead, I can take care of myself usually,” you say with a laugh, and it earns some kind of chuckle from him, “but sometimes stuff like this happens. It turned out okay today so don’t take it personally. I feel like I owe you an explanation on all this though,”

“You don’t owe me anything Y/N,”

“I know I know but you trust me everytime we kiss with your whole livelihood essentially, and I want you to feel safe in knowing I can protect myself too, ok? Do you mind if I talk about my past for a little bit?” “Only if you’re okay with it.”

“Okay…” you sigh, and are placed at ease by the feeling of his lips on your head. “I was born in Naboo, and from a young age parents can choose to send their daughter to the Handmaiden’s Academy. Very prestigious, fancy school where you train to be a Handmaiden for the Queen of Naboo. Of course, not everyone gets to be a Handmaiden, so we're trained in combat, makeup, dress, diplomacy, manners, and whatever else we may need, and are encouraged to specialize in a skill to make us marketable outside the academy. I chose language. After some time, when I was 12 I think, we were attacked by some pirates, who grabbed as many of us as they could and sold us into slavery. I was enslaved on Tatooine for nearly 10 years, before my master freed us all and fled the planet when his debt became too high. I was homeless and lost, hurting and ripped of my identity, and I found Peli. She trained me to be a mechanic and I worked with her, before Greef Karga found us. He was looking for someone to help with his final bounty before he oversaw the Guild, and needed a linguist. His price was cheap, help him and he would set me up nicely on Coruscant. And lo and behold, another guild hunter comes to my aid only a few years after that.”

The silence in the ship hangs there for a few minutes, and in this moment you’re appreciative that the Mandalorian let you monologue, you don’t know if you would get through it if you’d taken any longer. The first words that come out of his mouth are, “close your eyes.” You do as you’re told and greeted with the softest kiss he has ever given you, like he’s trying to kiss your pain away. His lips find themselves on your neck, cheek, forehead, collarbone, lips again, nose, anywhere he can. He kisses the tears away you didn’t realize were falling.

“I never would have made you go back there I’m, I’m so sorry Y/N.”

“No, no Mando it’s alright it’s-”

“Din.” “What?” “It’s Din. My name. It’s Din Djarin. I want you to have it, you gave me a piece of you, so take this.” “I… I don’t know what to say? Thank you for trusting me, Din.” You say, swirling the name across your tongue. You like the way it tastes in your mouth, it’s short and sweet and to the point, like him. “Din,” you say again, before feeling your way to place a kiss on his cheek. “Din,” you whisper again before kissing his forehead. “Di-” you barely get out before he presses his lips to yours once more, and you’re smiling into the kiss. When you finally pull away, he smooths the sides of your hair down. You're grateful your eyes are shut, you're positive, you look a mess.

“Y/N, you mean more to me than you’ll ever know. I don't know what we're doing with the kid, or with any of this, but I’m glad to do it with you by my side.” You lay your head back on his chest at this, and sit like this for a while before the baby starts to shift in his sleep. Din places his helmet back on and the lights flicker on with it. “By the way, I have to say, I like you in my clothes.” He murmurs, before cupping your cheek and slowly making his way up to the cockpit.

Kriff, wherever he goes, you’re sure to follow.

#Mandalorian #the mandolorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din x reader #SWimagines

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: Welcome To Backwater ch.6 (spicyhoney)

Summary: There are some strange happenings in this little town, is Stretch about to get some answers or only more questions?

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The store was still a good block away by the time Stretch’s legs decided they’d had enough of doing all the heavy lifting today and would he mind finding a place for them to park his ass for a while, thank you ever so much.

His youthful escorts started drifting off right around the time he got into town proper and his sneakers hit sidewalk. Probably outsiders weren’t as interesting without the possibility of imminent disaster and the kiddos started back to their abandoned bikes and hopscotch squares, leaving him to stagger on.

By then, the wobble that had infected his knees before he even got out of the cornfield was working its way up to a full-out gelatin jiggle and his mouth was filled with the taste of the sweat that ran down his skull, bittersweet salt heavy on his tongue. The sun overhead was bearing down on him, the heat scalding through his t-shirt and shorts right down to his bones.

He wasn’t gonna make it to the store, Stretch realized with dismay, and flopping down on the sidewalk would be about as comfortable as hopping into a greasy skeleton-sized frying pan. Ending the afternoon charbroiled was somehow even less appealing than going back for s second visit with Edgar Allen and Stretch gave his surroundings a slightly desperate look.

The library. He hadn’t been inside yet, but it was right there, not ten unsteady steps away. A small ‘open’ card was in the front window and it was sure to have air conditioning, plus a place to sit and tally up what remained of his scattered wits.

Stretch gathered up the last of his waning endurance and headed for the door. It opened easily, no cowbell here to mark his entrance, and the blissfully cool rush of crisp air against his sweating skull the moment he opened the door confirmed all his hopes and dreams. He managed to close the door behind him and then staggered back a step to lean against the solid wood. Hopefully, no one else was heading in to swap out their latest reads for something new because he needed about five good minutes before he was prepared to even try moving.

Now that he was out of the heat, his mind was clearing a little and he was able to give the library a good look around. It took a minute longer for his vision to adjust; compared to the bright sunshine, this room was like stepping into a shadow, dim and mysterious the way libraries should be, even ones that weren’t in weird little towns.

Huh. It was bigger than it looked on the outside, big shocker there, another little surprise of Backwater’s to add to his growing list. Only one room, sure, smelling musky despite the air conditioning, but the bookshelves were tall, towering even over his head and Stretch was on no one’s short end of the scale. The walls were lined with those shelves, and more stood independently, every one of them heavy with all kinds of books.

There were also a couple of small wooden tables and for the first time, Stretch noticed he wasn’t alone. Someone was sitting at one of the tables with his back to the door and unless there was yet another skeleton Monster hanging around town that Red hadn’t bothered to introduce, it had to be his brother. Couldn’t be sure, of course, all Stretch could see was his back, but he was willing to lay down a bet on even odds.

He’d left off the jacket this time, a wise choice in Stretch’s opinion given the ever-rising thermometer outside. Instead, he was wearing a thin black t-shirt and without the bulk of the leather jacket, his shoulders were narrower, putting him at only a little broader than Stretch’s generally scrawny condition. A crimson scarf was neatly wound around his neck, adding a splash of bright color not only to him, but to the shadowy room.

His spine was poker stiff, only his neck bent as he perused whatever book was in front of him, and his voice was that same rich chocolate tinged with battery acid from their first meeting as he spoke without turning around.

"Choosing to broaden your horizons with reading instead of wasting all your time at the movies, my, what will my brother…say…" the skeleton trailed off as he turned his head enough to glance at him. His head whipped around to give Stretch the full force of his startled gaze. The chair screeched on the floor as he shoved it back, climbing abruptly to his feet, his sockets narrowing as he looked Stretch over. It was not a sudden outbreak of overwhelming lust in that crimson gaze, more’s the pity, but stark concern as he asked sharply, "Are you all right?"

"yeah?” Stretch said uncertainly, and why was the world so unfair that he sounded like a croaking frog with developing case of laryngitis in comparison to that roughly silk voice? Worse, he still didn’t actually know if he was okay, might be better not to fully commit to an answer. Considering he was still covered in dirt and cornsilk, and felt like his bones might actually melt into a mess on the floorboards, he probably looked even worse than he sounded.

Red’s brother didn’t seem to buy it, either. He leaned over to rummage through an open backpack by the table leg, pulling out a bottle of water. Those heavy boots were surprisingly quiet on the wooden floor as he stalked over and thrust the water bottle into Stretch’s hands. He drank it gratefully, the cool water soothing on his parched tongue, only to nearly choke on a drenched yelp as wincingly brisk hands started dusting him off.

The other skeleton plucked free a straggly leaf that was clinging unknowingly to Stretch’s sleeve and held it up like an accusation, stating flatly, "You went in the corn field.”

Wow, this guy managed to fit a whole lot of disapproval into one sentence. He must’ve taken lessons at the same place as Blue. Probably aced the class.

“yeah,” Stretch admitted. He left off that the kids tried to stop him from going, always better to plead ignorance while you still could. “kinda got lost."

The other skeleton made a sound that was an honest to bits harrumph. He gave up on Stretch’s clothes, to be honest they hadn’t been in top form before he went into the corn field, and instead, holy shit, started poking at his actual bones.

Already the whole incident seemed more like a bad dream than reality, and now he was falling back into another dream, only this one was of a wet variety. It was really hard (heh) to stay traumatize with a guy this gorgeous unhesitatingly feeling him up. He was probably looking for injuries like a good Samaritan and an outside source needed to firmly (heh heh) tell Stretch’s bones that, because they sure weren’t listening to Stretch on the matter.

Hands skimmed down his ribs, sharp-tipped fingers cautious as they slid lower, ghosting over his shorts and the femurs beneath them. He crouched down to reach Stretch’s dirty sneakers, gently gliding over the delicate bones of his ankles and leaving behind a heat that was nothing like the sun’s.

Stretch took another long swig of cold water, nearly as desperate as his first but for entirely different reasons, and tried not to think of the skull that was currently level with his fly. Okay, he didn’t exactly want this to stop but he really, really, needed it to. He hoped the guy chalked up the renewed croak in his voice to lingering trauma. "um, thanks, but i’m okay. this scarecrow guy helped me."

“Ah, did Edgar Allen help you back out?” the guy said approvingly. “Good.”

Stretch tried not to look disappointed as he stood back up, seeming to decide there was no permanent damage from his unexpected ‘field trip’. At this point, any lingering aftereffects weren’t from the corn, and he took a shaky breath, sternly advising everything below the waist that systems were not at go, launch not in progress, abort, abort.

A distraction was in order.

Okay, so, no one in this town was at all surprised by the sentient scarecrow. Stretch didn’t pretend that he knew everything about the surface world, okay, this was his first time out of Ebott, but he was pretty sure that if this were the worldwide norm, he’d’ve heard about this once or twice; on the news, TMZ, twitter, something.

“edgar allen, right. um…soooooo, what is he?” Stretch asked.

That got him an impressively scornful look. “He’s a scarecrow.”

Yeah, okay, that was true, but Stretch wasn’t about to pretend that the scarecrow part of Edgar Allen was the debated issue right now. “scarecrows aren’t supposed to move. not on their own, anyway, and they really aren’t supposed to be able to offer opinions on the corn.”

“No?” The other skeleton waved a negligent hand as he turned away, heading to his chair as he tossed over his shoulder, “What should he be able to offer his opinion on, Paris fashions?” He settled into his chair, bending back over his book. “I’d appreciate it if you don’t tell him your personal theories on his condition, he doesn’t need that kind of negativity right now.”

“wha—of course i won’t, why would i…?” For a moment, Stretch felt absurdly guilty for his preconceived notions on scarecrows, then he shook it off because seriously? He went to the table and pulled out another chair, turning it around to straddle the battered seat. The other guy didn’t even look at him, right, right, he was a dick, how quickly a little unintentional petting made Stretch forget.

“is he a monster?” Stretch asked. That would sort of make sense, not that Stretch knew any Monsters who’d willingly sit in a field all day long. Then again, he guessed it depended on the hourly rate and what kind of signal you could get on your phone.

The other skeleton licked the tip of his finger before turning a page and it was seriously embarrassing how that little flick of crimson tongue threatened to make Stretch forget all his questions again. But what he said snapped Stretch back out of it. “Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“okay. hang on right there.” Stretch set his water bottle down and propped an elbow on the table. He rested his face in one hand, pressing a knuckle between his eye sockets where a headache was starting to form. “what does that even mean? what the fuck is up with this place?”

“There is nothing up with this place,” the other guy said, testily. Whether that was from Stretch’s questions or the fact that he was interrupting his reading was up for grabs. “This is normal here and if you’re having difficulty with it, then the problem is yours, not the town’s.”

“i don’t have a problem with it, i never said it was a problem…!” Stretch blew out a frustrated sigh, “look, i’m just trying to understand!”

The other skeleton still didn’t look up, his crimson eye lights focused on the page in front of him. His mouth curved into a smile that was almost bitter and a stern reminder of who he was because in that moment he looked very reminiscent of Red. “Understanding Backwater is a fool’s errand and I suggest you get used to not.” His eye lights flicked up briefly. “If you recall, I tried to get you to leave. You’re the one who wanted to stay.”

“i…yeah. i did. i still do,” Stretch said, defiantly, “wanting to understand doesn’t mean i want to leave, you know.” He left off the ‘asshole’; if this guy didn’t already know he was one, Stretch wasn’t gonna waste his time trying to tell him “edgar allen really helped me out, i was losing my shit out in that field.”

“That’s his job,” the guy said. See, that right there, that was an extra piece to the puzzle Stretch was struggling to make. Helping people out of the cornfield was Edgar Allen’s job as a sentient scarecrow, good to know, even if one of the townies might’ve wanted to bring it up before Stretch took a stroll through the stalks.

“his job. okay, i get that, but not in a paycheck sort of way, right?” No answer and Stretch hesitated, drumming his fingers on the table as he considered, “wonder if he gets bored out there, hanging out all day long in the corn. think he'd like a magazine or something? maybe a farmer's almanac?” Not like it could hurt to add a scarecrow to his friends list, but how could he get it to him, leave it right inside the field and give him a shout? Maybe the corn would give him a heads up, it sure seemed chatty when it wanted to be and—

He abruptly realized that the other skeleton was staring at him, but not in a scornful way this time. It was a little softer somehow, those sharp eye lights assessing.

“what?” Stretch asked, a little defensively.

A beat of silence, then, “He's usually sleeping if no one is in the field,” the skeleton said, finally, “But that's very thoughtful of you.”

“never hurts to repay a favor. how do you know so much about edgar allen, anyway? do all the locals know or are you special?” Stretch gave the room another quick glance; there were two other tables with their own chairs, the faded floral pattern on the cushions barely visible in the dimness. Tucked into one corner was an old-fashioned card catalogue and next to it was an ancient computer, the monitor showing only bright white text against a black screen and a blinking cursor. Only one table had any books on it, the one Daddy Long Legs here was using, and that was it. They really were alone in here and now that Stretch thought of it, that was kind of weird, wasn’t it? Should be at least one other person here, unless— “are you the librarian?”

“No,” the skeleton scoffed, “There is no librarian. And as to what I know, I simply pay attention. Simple observation can be very informative.”

“it hasn’t helped me out much yet.” Stretch leaned forward a little, lowering his voice conspiratorially, “you know, i still haven’t heard your name.”

“That would be because I haven't said it." But the skeleton gave him a faint smile and it was miles different than those past sardonic ones, soft and secretive. It shouldn’t have been fascinating, watching those sharp teeth curve warmly. "But if you ask, I may give it to you."

"for keepsies and everything?" Stretch teased, ignoring his slight breathlessness, seriously, he was not this hard up, he really must’ve gotten too much sun. "okay, how can i resist. what's your name?"

Crimson eye lights met his, a brief flicker, then back to the book. "You can call me Edge."

Stretch ignored the fluttering trill of delight in his soul, it was a name, for fuck’s sake, not an invitation. "edge,” he repeated, curling his tongue around that single, stark syllable. “that's some careful phrasing there, edge."

"Yes. It is,” the guy, Edge, agreed. “Nonetheless, that is what you can call me."

“edge,” Stretch said again, just to say it, “i like that."

Just in case Stretch got any ideas that he might not be a complete dick, Edge made sure to say as dry as glass of desert sand, “Wonderful, I've been waiting with bated breath for your reassurance. And if you want to know more about Edgar Allen, I’d suggest talking to his creator. You have a few weeks left, the scarecrow will be around until harvest time.”

Stretch frowned in confusion; what the hell did that mean? “what happens after harvest time?”

“He ceases to exist,” Edge said, matter of fact, “like all the scarecrows before him.” Yeah, because everyone knew that, right, who didn’t, that was probably kindergarten shit around here.

Only Stretch obviously hadn’t been around for that class. Stretch lurched backwards, accidently knocking over the water bottle and almost tipping over his chair as he blurted out, “what? he dies??”

Edge caught the bottle before it could roll onto the floor, setting it back upright. “He’d have to be properly alive to die. As I said, if you’d like to know more, ask his creator.”

“who, the wicked witch at the end of the woods? no thanks,” Stretch shook his head, which was still reeling from the knowledge that the guy who’d save him this afternoon was going to go kaput before Halloween. It wasn’t enough time, not at all, he hadn’t even figured out how to get him a magazine, how to properly thank him. Just another incident of ‘not fair’ to add to his lifetime, “i already had my children of the corn adventure, i’m not interested in adding any red riding hood to my agenda. doesn’t really go with my work schedule.”

Edge only arched a browbone, “On the contrary, his creator is my roommate.”

Wow, this guy really did like dropping puzzle pieces into Stretch’s lap, didn’t he, if only he’d do other lap-related—stop it, he told himself, then aloud, “oh, so you do live someplace. your bro wouldn’t tell me where.”

“A remarkable astute choice on his part.”

“i mean, you're already living rent-free in my head." Shit, shit, Stretch knew he didn’t mean to say that, but apparently his mind hadn’t sent the memo down to his mouth yet that Red’s sexy brother was off-limits, caution tape engaged.

"I…what?" Edge only looked confused and yeah, okay, dipping his toe into the flirting pond was only gonna give him wet feet. Tempting as a fling might be, Red was against it and Stretch didn’t really blame him. Just because Edge was single didn’t mean he wanted a starring role in Stretch’s shitty Hallmark movie and a fling was all it could be, a quick little rebound fuck, and his boss/landlord’s little brother was not the right choice for it, nope, nope, nope.

But, oh, honey, those hips—

“never mind,” Stretch said hurriedly, “what are you reading, anyway.”

“I’m doing research.” Dismissively, a pretty big clue that Edge was done with this particular chat. Stretch’s knees were doing a lot better, it was probably time to head out back to the store and surely Red could put him in touch with Edge’s roommate if he was really curious about Edgar Allen. He should go, should, but.

Stretch didn’t want to leave yet. Stupidly, he really wanted this guy’s tally mark on Doris’s side of the friendship list. Red was over there now, Edgar Allen was hovering in neutral territory, and Mitch was still firmly on the other side of the page, and hey, if a fling was off the table, friends might still be up for grabs, right?

“yeah?” Stretch craned his neck, squinting at the page, “maybe i could help.”

“I sincerely doubt it.”

Stretch ignored that, “come on, i know how to research.” Stretch grabbed one of the books from the stack and flipped through, pausing to frown down at the page. “uh. what language is this?” He wasn’t even entirely sure it was a language.

Edge almost ripped the book from his hands, snarling out, “What it is, is from the restricted section and none of your business!”

Stung, Stretch looked around the library. It was literally one room, not so much as an extra door in sight, not even a restroom. “restricted section? where? do you keep them locked up on the roof?”

Edge took a long, deep breath in through his nasal cavity, then ground out through gritted teeth, “Do you mind? I’d like to get on with it. I do not need your help, I don’t need anything from you!”

“sorry, sorry,” Stretch mumbled, cringing inwardly. He just had to push it, didn’t he, every fucking time, Blue always tried to tell him that slow and easy was the way to go, but, no, couldn’t do that, now could he? Stupid, so stupid, always, and Stretch slid clumsily off the chair to his feet and headed for the door. Even then he couldn’t help adding, “see you around.”

Guess he could add this guy’s name beneath Mitch’s in the ‘hates me’ column.

He wasn’t two steps away when a soft, “Wait,” stopped him.

Stretch turned back around, hardly daring to let the hope well in his soul. Edge was sitting sideways in his chair and he sighed, scrubbing a hand over his skull, fingers clattering against the smooth bone, “I’m sorry. That was rude of me.”

“it’s fine,” Stretch said hurriedly, “i’m the outsider here, right?”

“Yes.” Edge said, a simple agreement. “But that’s no excuse. You’re very fond of questions, perhaps you’d care to answer mine. Tell me, why are you here?”

Stretch hesitated, then shrugged. Not like Red didn’t already know. “broke up with my boyfriend. it…kinda sucked, and i wanted to get out of my hometown for a while.” The memory was enough to finish cooling off any of his overheated jets and almost absently he rubbed his sternum, right over the faint, lingering ache where his soul sat.

Edge frowned, his sockets narrowing in irritation, "If you’re not going to tell the truth, then you can just say you don’t want to talk about it."

Huh?

“hold up, what?” Stretch asked, bewildered. Like he needed any other confusion today.

“That’s not why you’re here,” Edge said decisively, with enough arrogant confidence to grate over Stretch’s already raw nerves.

“uh, yeah, it is,” Stretch said, his own irritation rising, why did he want to be friends with this guy again? “i think i’d know better than anyone.” He ignored the taste rising at the back of his throat, faint bitterness that refused to be swallowed away, and yeah, okay, maybe, it wasn’t the entire reason, but like Edge’s name, you took what you could get.

“Then you don’t know yourself as well as you believe.” Edge stood up then and walked over the shelves and Stretch followed him, more to watch the sway of his hips than to see check out the local dewy decimal layout. Hey, if he was going to deal with the asshole outbursts, he should at least get to enjoy the view.

Edge barely had to search before he pulled one off the shelf and held it out. “You should check out a book. As I said, there’s no librarian, it’s all based on trust. Write the catalogue number on the record and have it back in two weeks.”

Stretch looked at the book Edge was holding out. It was a thick, hardback novel, heavy enough to use for self-defense or maybe against alien invaders with a lethal allergy to paper cuts. “nah, i think i’ll stick to the movies.”

“Read this book,” Edge said and there was a certain urgency in his voice, in the way he held the book.

Stretch sighed inwardly and took it. This guy was hot as hell, yeah, like the town, and just as peculiar. He turned the book over and read from the spine, ‘An Informal History of Backwater.’ He looked back up. “what, is the formal history too posh for me?”

“Just read it,” Edge said, impatiently.

“yeah, okay, i can do that,” Stretch sighed. It had to be better than nightly ‘Wheel of Fortune.’ Then, because he was an idiot and always liked a chance to prove it, he said, “so, if you think i need to talk to your roomie about edgar allen, does that mean you’re inviting me over to your place?”

“No, it means you need to do your own research and find them,” Edge smiled then, suddenly, wide and bright, “But if you happen to find your way down the path, I may feed you when you get there, Riding Hood.”

Stretch stared helplessly at that smile. All his irritation melted away as he tried not to see the way it changed Edge’s entire face, suffusing those sharp angles with softened warmth.

He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of dinner invitation any normal person might’ve hoped for, but then, Stretch was starting to learn that if he wanted normal, he should’ve stayed on the bus.

“okay, then,” Stretch said, trying for something at least slightly above inane, “i’ll, uh, start looking for grandma’s house.”

“You do that.” With that, Edge went back over to the table, sitting back down in front of his book, and Stretch knew he was dismissed.

Okay, well, not exactly a friend yet, but he was still adding this one to the tentative win column. First, read the book and then he’d start on the new puzzle of finding out where Edge and his roommate lived. He wasn't as good at puzzles as his brother, sure, but Stretch was pretty sure he could manage that.

He did hope the whole Riding Hood gig was a joke, though. Stretch wasn’t really interested in meeting the big bad wolf right about now.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #welcome to backwater

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the-panwitch · 4 years

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Ain’t No Rest for a Struggling Teen

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By: @the-panwitch for @sapphirestark

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Irondad and Spiderson

Characters: Tony Stark and Peter Parker

Word Count: 1292

Warnings: angst with happy ending, high school is shit, Tony is the best dad, if anyone even thinks about tagging this as St*rker I’ll rearrange your digestive system

Summary: Peter is the best intern and son that Tony could have ever accidentally discovered he had. He’s helpful, smart, goofy, and all around the best support system Tony could have ever hoped for, but lately Peter seems to be doing everything to avoid him. What’s going on?

A/N: This is probably really bad considering I wrote it late at night after typing out an essay for government, but I tried to get in everything that was requested by @sapphirestark so I hope everyone enjoys reading it.

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Being a teenager was hard. Even harder when said teen was also a superhero and the son of one of the most powerful men in the universe. Seriously. Peter Parker, also known as Peter Stark, Peter Parker-Stark, Spider-Man, Underoos, kid, loser, Penis Parker, etc, was that teenager. His dad was Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, loving father, philanthropist. It was discovered that Peter was Tony’s biological son totally by accident. See, when Peter first started interning for Stark Industries, he had several medical tests done by some of the most prestigious doctors to probably ever exist to make sure he wasn’t some alien imposter or something. However, this led to the doctors discovering that not only was Peter Spider-Man, he was also their boss’s kid. Turns out, Peter’s mom and Tony had a one night stand eons ago, so, yeah.

Now, Peter was one of the best interns Tony could have ever asked for, as well as the best son. He was super helpful, a literal genius, a huge goofball, and the perfect support system for a man like Stark. Peter had been around Stark Industries for nearly a year now, and when he wasn’t in the lab he was on patrol. Tony couldn’t be prouder of him. Except, there was one thing bothering Tony: lately it seemed as though Peter wanted to be anywhere except around Tony.

He was constantly locked in his room or down in the lab working on who knows what, and whenever Tony tried talking to him he would brush it off and hide out somewhere. It was really concerning to watch. The more he investigated, the worse that concern got. He noticed the bags under his eyes, the unhealthy amount of caffeine, and the most horrifying of all, the slow increase of crime around the city. Peter wasn’t patrolling nearly as much as he usually did, yet patrolling was Peter’s favorite thing about any day. Going out as Spider-Man and helping a lady across the street or catching a little kid’s dog could brighten Peter’s day within a second. It was his calling. What happened? Tony was determined to find out.

It was just a regular Tuesday and Tony was down in the lab perfecting the next Spider-Man upgrade. This was upgrade project 34, but Peter was only aware of about 13 of them. Probably a good thing, too. If Peter knew then the intervention Tony had planned would probably get turned back on him.

The billionaire glanced at the clock. It was nearly four o’clock, band practice had to be over by now. Just as this thought crossed his mind, the doors to the lab slid open and FRIDAY announced, “Welcome home Peter.”

“Thanks Fri,” came the mumbled reply. God he sounded exhausted.

Tony turned in his seat, the screwdriver sliding out of his hand, just to see Peter shuffling off to his corner of the lab as quickly as a clearly drained teenager could.

“Hey Pete,” Tony called, causing Peter to freeze in his tracks. “Got a minute?”

“I um, I actually have homework. I want to get it done before patrol.” He didn’t turn around which caused Tony to frown.

“It’s just a minute. Come sit.”

Peter sighed and dropped his head before shuffling back over towards Tony and plopping down in the seat across from him. Tony looked over him quickly, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw the dark circles under his kid’s eyes. Peter looked a little too similar to Tony when he was going through his worst days, and that was definitely not a good sign.

“Yes?” Peter sighed. He wouldn’t look at his father’s eyes, his body language clearly stating he wanted to be anywhere but in that seat.

“Peter are you okay?”

The teen jumped a little and glanced at him, his tired eyes a little wider than they were a second ago.

“Yeah um yeah of course. Why..why are you asking?”

Tony sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Peter I know what struggling looks like. If those bags under your eyes get any darker you’ll look like you’re back in your emo phase.”

“Dad I was thirteen-”

“Not the point. Look, you seem like you’re barely sleeping, I hardly see you anymore, and I know you aren’t patrolling. What’s going on?”

Peter’s jaw clenched and he looked down at his lap. Tony watched him for a minute, and another, and he was about to call this meeting off and let Peter go when the boy let out a shaky sigh.

“Graduation is coming up.”

Tony nodded slowly. He knew that. Hell, he had that marked in his calendar the second he found out the date.

“Yeah...is that the problem?”

“It’s..part of it,” Peter mumbled. Tony pretended not to hear how his voice shook and how whenever there was a pause a sniffle could be heard.

“It’s just...I have so much work now a-and I have all these tests and assignments and projects and I don’t have time to patrol and my last test I barely passed on and someone found out and told everyone how they got a better grade than me and I feel like I-I’m failing and-”

“Hang on, hang on.” Tony reached over and held Peter’s now shaking shoulders as the younger barely held back the rapiding approaching sobs that threatened to spill over his lips. “Kid, you’re spiraling a bit. I need you to breathe okay?”

Peter nodded, wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his school hoodie and breathing slowly. Tony waited a few moments to allow him some calm down time before continuing.

“You said a kid shared your grade?”

Peter nodded again and looked back down. “I got a 79% and I guess they did better than me...a-and now everyone knows that I’m not-not actually as smart as they all thought I was… I-I was being considered for valedictorian but now that’s probably gone...I don’t know what I’m doing anymore dad.”

Tony’s shattered heart gained a few more cracks as he listened to this kid, his kid. “Oh Peter,” he said softly, gently gathering the small boy into his arms. “You are one of the smartest kids I know. Trust me, I don’t know anyone else who was able to develop his own webbing by himself or be one of the most important members of the Academic Decathlon.

“I know getting a lower grade is hard. I also know it’s even harder getting compared to other people and having others tell you that they’re better than you. But you listen to me.”

At this Tony looked down and waited until he made eye contact with Peter. “You listen. I don’t care about you being valedictorian. I don’t even care about straight A’s. I know you’re doing your absolute best and I couldn’t be prouder. However, I also know how much valedictorian means to you, so I will support you on that okay? But this barely sleeping and overloading yourself isn’t working. So, I’m going to help you come up with a better plan. We’ll figure out what we can do to balance everything so that you’re sleeping and also getting work done and also making sure you have time to patrol. How does that sound?”

Silent tears were streaming down Peter’s face, and for a second Tony was terrified he did something wrong. All those fears went away the second Peter threw his arms around him and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you. Thank you, dad. That sounds awesome.”

Tony chuckled and ruffled his hair gently. “No problem kid. Let’s get to work. FRIDAY, pull up Peter’s school schedule. Pete let’s look at your homework. What do you got?”

“Calculus.”

“Good God, no wonder you’re practically dying.

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Tagging: @friendly-neighborhood-exchange @soft-petey @tommysparker @bebbeb @stixnstripesworld @orowit @dreamerinthesun @ididntseeurbag @bruhelpimgay @yikes-n-bikes @becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot @thespydersargon @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh @th0ttie4tommy

#my fics #I started writing out Maya's tag in my taglist before realizing...so now I'm crying #anyways #peterparker #tonystark #irondad #spiderson #angst #friendly neighborhood exchange

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter twenty eight: date night with mr. skolnick

*slight smut warning - it’s not as in your face as last time but still rather present*

The whole circus had reached the spine of North Carolina when Sam found herself caught up between those two men. Her love affairs plus her new venture into the art world for real at that point felt like something straight out of one of her dreams at that point. Had she been on tour with Stormtroopers of Death at that point, she would have found her way out of there whenever she could given the absolute squalor of their rooms, even with how hospitable Scott, Charlie, Dan, and Billy all were towards her and Marla. But there was something more about that tour with Testament, and the meeting with Scarlett there in Poughkeepsie. It was as if everything played out just the way in which she had always imagined before, even with all of the struggles she had had before: to think that she had almost nothing there at the house in Elsinore.

All the lush greenery around them and all Sam could think about was the next time in which Joey would join them there. Anthrax weren't too far away from them anyway, there in the van behind them. In between stops, she took a ride with either of them or with Testament, and each time she rode with the latter, she nestled up close to Alex there in the back. Given Eric and Greg were on either side of them, they never touched each other on the way there.

He always took her by the hand when the four of them weren't looking and he guided her off of the back there. The summer sun always shone down on the crown of his head so it resembled to a shiny helmet and she was his passenger.

At that point, when they reached North Carolina, and everything was fresh and green following a steady midsummer rain, Sam thought of herself and him as akin to a couple of thieves in the night. He always took her to the safe spot in his hotel room and she in turn always stayed with him.

Even if they never went any further than an afternoon together, they kept their chemistry a secret. As far as Chuck, Tiffany, Eric, Greg, and Louie knew, they were just best friends at that point: Alex was her best guy friend especially whenever Joey wasn't around for her. Every so often, she watched Anthrax go into their hotel rooms in the floor down below them and never come out of there unless it was for something important. As far as Sam knew, they retreated into their rooms whenever they weren't playing at the gig in question.

In the meantime, Sam noticed that Belinda had been tagging along quite often at that point. She spotted her short hairdo of blonde hair alongside Eric in particular. She wondered what was going on there from time to time, especially whenever she and Alex reclined back on their hotel bed together with the television on and a drawing pad upon her lap.

He nestled closer to her and watched her draw something: that point in North Carolina, he had developed a habit of handing her a pencil or one of her ink pens. To think it wasn't that long ago in which she was so reticent to share her art with him, and yet there he was right next to her every step of the way.

That Medusa drawing haunted her each and every time she opened her journal because she knew that Scarlett wanted to take it back to New York City with her, but she would have to take it back there at some point, if not during that tour then after the fact. It would be some time before they did make their way back to the Big Apple, and thus she felt herself haunted each and every time.

“One of these days, we have to get you some palettes,” Alex said once they settled into their room.

“Palettes—like paint palettes?” she asked him.

“Yeah. So you don't have to rely on your journal as much in the meantime, you know?” He paused for a moment; she turned from her purse there on the nightstand and watched him tie his long black curls up into a taut ponytail at the back of his head. She eyed the hem of his shirt, which lifted up a bit and showed off his belt and a small sliver of his stomach. Even though he was facing the other way, she knew that that vampire bite was still there next to his belly button.

She looked on at the seat of his jeans.

“You staring at my ass?” he scolded her even though he never turned away from the mirror.

“Maybe. You stare at my chest all the time.”

“Hey, I can't help it if you wear those little low cut blouses ad infinitum,” he teased her as he finally turned and showed her a devilish smirk. His hair tied back only made his face seem rounder and more boyish.

“Cute!” she remarked.

“Cute? Who, me?”

“Yes, you. You look really cute.”

He tugged down on the bottom hem of his shirt and Sam only grinned at him more.

“You know, there's a—I think there was an art place down the block here,” he recalled. “Like I remember seeing it right before we pulled in here.”

“Okay—just—let me change my shirt, baby doll,” she told him, and he ran his lanky fingers through his bangs. She fetched one of her low cut blouses out from her travel bag and she stepped into the bathroom.

Tour life had given her a bit of extra weight in the meantime, but it never seemed to faze Alex in particular: all the lovely food along the way and yet she never felt more at peace with herself. If anything, Greg and Chuck began looking at her more often, at those old curves which returned from the winter before Cliff was killed. Indeed, as she changed into that blouse and made sure the top buttons were a bit loose, she thought of Cliff all the while. She adjusted her ponytail afterwards, right there atop the crown of her head.

That blouse with her shorts. It was hot there right outside of Raleigh, and she was going with Alex to a place that meant everything to her.

She emerged from the bathroom and she saw him there seated by the table at the wall with his legs parted a bit: it didn't help matters that he wore some bike shorts that showed off most of his long shapely legs, and he had changed into a black silk shirt with three of the buttons undone. He propped up the side of his head in the palm of his hand and kept his eyes hooded a bit. For a moment, he almost resembled to a model.

“You know—I have to confess to you,” he started in a low voice.

“What's that?”

“I love it when you call me names like that.”

“Like 'baby doll' and whatnot?”

“Yeah, 'cause it—makes me feel all soft and silken within.”

“Aw.”

He stood before her and she picked up her purse.

“We look like a couple of punks,” he noted with a nod of his head.

“We are a couple of punks,” she told him.

“No, I mean like—my wearing my hair up in a ponytail, and you and I both wearing all black despite the heat outside. We both look like a couple of punk kids.”

“We're wearing all black but at least we both got it,” she pointed out as she eyed his chest.

“Yeah, you do, especially.” He flashed her a wink, and then he put on his sunglasses and held the door for her.

Not so much the heat because it wasn't very hot out, but the humidity of everything brought a warmth to the both of them. A cool breeze grazed over their heads and the palm trees protected them both from feeling too warm all the while. Before they reached the parking lot, she felt something brush against her hand: Sam looked down and found his fingers in between her own.

“Don't,” she encouraged him as she swatted his hand away.

“Oh, yeah, that's right! We're not a couple. But you know, we could do what we did while in Germany together.”

“Pretend to be a couple so we get discounts on stuff?” She showed him a little grin.

“Exactly!”

“We're just going into an art store, though, Alex—it's not like they're selling alcohol in here.”

“They should, though,” he joked, but she never laughed at that.

Alex once again held the door for her and she was met with a gust of cool air from the air conditioner vent at the front there. She was also met with that smell of fresh paints and brand new art supplies; she took off her sunglasses and glanced about the cramped but brightly lit front room there. He moseyed up next to her as she made her way to one aisle, one with all manner of pens and things for doing ink work, including bottles of India ink. As she kept her eye on those jars, Alex loomed right next to her with his legs spread apart as if he was Superman.

She reached down and gave the seat of his shorts a gentle little squeeze.

“What the—” He lunged forward, and then his eyes twinkled back at her.

“I was just getting it out of system, Alex,” she pointed out. “Like squeezing an avocado.”

“Well, if you slap my ass like you did last time, you oughta kick back a couple of them girlish cocktails in the meantime,” he said in a single breath.

“Oh, hush,” Sam finally hissed at him.

“What? It's not like anyone else is in here with us.”

“There is,” she assured him.

“Not if I give you a little taste of my nuts in the meantime,” he blurted out.

“One more peep out of you, and I'm gonna kick you right in the nuts,” she scolded him.

“Not if I get you right in the coochie first,” he retorted in a low voice.

“Alex!” She peered over her shoulder: no one else there in that aisle with them. She spotted a series of already stretched canvases on the wall at the very end there; she scurried over there as Alex picked up a little set of double ended markers.

Sam picked out a small pack of ten black canvases the size of the courier bag he made for her. If nothing, she could do what she did for Anthrax and make paintings while on tour there for Testament. She could already envision them as she held them close to her chest as if the whole thing was a textbook.

“Damn!” he declared right behind her, and she turned around for a look at him.

“What?”

“I never realized how nice of legs you've got, Samantha,” he said in a low voice, and she rolled her eyes at that.

“What? You have very nice legs. Very shapely and smooth. Nice milky white skin to go with your dark hair and dark eyes. Something spooky beautiful about that.”

Nothing could deny the twinkle in his eye, however.

“Besides, you were rubbing my butt back there,” he persisted.

“I was squeezing your butt,” she corrected him. “Squeezing your butt like it's a ripe avocado.”

“Squeezing, rubbing—it's all right on my butt.”

“I'll spank your butt while I'm at it,” she retorted.

“Spank me when I'm misbehavin', Mama?” he teased her.

“Keep at it, you'll be misbehaving,” she hit back at him, and he snorted at that. She kept on walking to the next aisle over, one that held all manner of supplies for glass making and ceramics. She spotted a heavy canvas tool belt on the shelf and all she could think about was the time Belinda showed her and Marla some glass cutting. She hoped that Belinda and Eric were having a good time themselves back in their room. Alex strolled on up next to her and peeked over her shoulder.

“What is that?” he asked in a low voice into her ear.

“Tool belt,” she promptly replied as she caressed her right hand over the thick heavy fabric. “Bel has one of these back home—I think I've seen her use it all of once, though. I would think that you hold all your glass making tools here. The cutter goes here.”

“Right there?”

“Yeah, see?” She ran her finger over the hole in the canvas pocket near the buckle. “There's a slit.”

“You see through the slit?” he asked her in a small voice.

“You see through a slit, Alex,” she pointed out.

“I'm gonna see right through your slit later on,” he retorted back to her, and she couldn't help but laugh at that. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip like the devil's tongue.

“Nice li'l Gene Simmons impression there,” she teased him as she put the belt back on the shelf.

“I'm missing the make up, though. I've got the hair and the chest showing up, too.”

“Need some hair on your chest, little man,” she said in a singsong voice.

“Little man, ha! You've seen me. I ain't little.”

“My tits and your nuts?” she teased him.

“Nah, I'll take your tits and just put my face down in 'em and motorboat like this.” And he shook his head about.

“Hey, now, you do that, you'll get some milk,” she said.

“Some milk to go with the ginger snaps,” he concluded as he tapped his chin.

“Good boys get cookies and milk,” she told him with a raise of her eyebrows.

“Ginger snaps and your tits? This really is the good life.” He then handed her the set of doubled ended markers. “These can help you, too,” he told her.

“Aw, thank you!”

“And call me an anal Jew for this, too, but the other reason why I picked these out was 'cause they're cheap.”

“Nah, I ain't calling you 'anal',” she assured him, “just good with your money.”

He froze.

“What?”

“For a second, I thought you were gonna make a joke with that.”

“It's just your mind, baby,” she whispered to him, “it's too dirty.”

“Dirty and anal,” he said.

“Anal like your dad?” she joked, and he just about gagged on his own oxygen at that. Sam wheeled around and she headed back up front to the cashier. As she checked out right there, Alex took out that little hair tie and his black curls sprawled over his shoulders. He stood underneath the air conditioner vent and closed his eyes and relished in the feeling on his face. Sam paid more attention to the cashier in the meantime who rang her up but kept one eye on Alex for a bit.

“What?” Sam asked her.

“He's a beautiful boy,” she said to her in a low voice: she set one hand on the top of the register as she awaited the receipt to come on out of the slit.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Sam replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Babe—he's gorgeous. Take care of that boy. Protect him.”

The paper slid out of there and the cashier handed it as well as a bit of spare change to her.

“Thank you,” Sam told her with a smile. Since she and Alex were the only ones in there that day, she took her time in putting her change away there into her purse. The cashier stepped away and Alex strode over to her once he fixed his ponytail.

“Come on, come on,” he playfully encouraged her.

“I'm trying! I'm trying!” She closed her wallet and tucked it right next to a pad and that old photograph of Frank and Charlie as children. This whole entire time, even after Alex had given her the courier bag and she moved everything into that, she still kept that photograph in there with her.

“Chuck and Tiff are outside right now,” he elaborated, “—and I don't want them to get the wrong idea.”

“The wrong idea about what?” she chuckled.

“About you and me.”

She closed her purse, and then she reached down and slapped him right on the seat of his pants. He then jolted forward with both hands there.

“Yeah, right, I'm the horny bastard,” he chided.

“You're a bad boy—you need a spanking,” she teased right into his ear.

“Yeah, I'm the horny bastard!” he repeated.

She sauntered out of there first and he followed suit right behind her.

“I want a ginger snap,” he said to her.

“You'll get yours,” she assured him as they walked together towards the corner, where Chuck and Tiffany were in fact waiting for them with little brown paper bags in their hands.

“I just want a ginger snap,” Alex griped to her once they came within earshot of the two of them.

“Quit your bellyachin',” she teased him, and Alex put a hand on his stomach.

“Yeah, me, too,” Chuck joined in as he put his hand on his as well.

“You'll get your cookies, big boy,” Sam teased Alex once more.

“Cookies and milk?” he whispered into her ear and she cackled at that, and then she playfully slapped him. Tiffany chuckled at the both of them.

“You guys are funny,” she said, “and yes, there's a bakery right over here, too!” “Is it nice and cool in there?” Sam asked her.

“Quite cool in there!” Chuck replied. “They've got more than just the baked goods in there, too—we got a couple of sandwiches. Have at it, kids.”

“You mean 'sammiches',” Sam corrected him, and that got a laugh out of both of them. She then led Alex over to the place next door, and there in the window, Sam could see all the ginger snaps Alex could ever ask for and then some.

“I'm a bad boy, I need a spanking,” he said to her in a flat tone of voice.

“You're a good boy, you need your medicine,” she retorted back to him as she held the door for him.

He was eager to make his way over to the ginger snaps in the window, and no sooner had Sam picked out a couple of sugar cookies for herself as well as him and Belinda when he took a bite of one.

“Alex!” she said in a hushed voice.

“It was a sample,” he told her with his mouth full.

“Oh, I see. Kinda worried me there for a second.”

“Nice and soft, too,” he added in a low voice, and he handed her the rest of it.

“Aw, thank you.” She took a small bite of it for herself: just the right amount of ginger inside of that warm silken dough, as it came right out of the oven. Alex then turned his head.

“Hey!” he called out. “Hey, Marla!”

“Where?” Sam asked him.

“Right over there!”

She followed his gesture to the green haired woman on the side of the room. Indeed, it was Marla, right before the shelves all with the fancy breads. She picked out a loaf and she turned towards them, and she nodded at them as Alex led Sam over to her.

“Hey, you two!” she greeted them, and complete with a hug for the both of them.

“I wasn't expecting to see you here,” Sam confessed.

“Bel told me you guys were gonna be down here this weekend,” she explained, and she took out a square from her front jeans pocket.

“What's up?” Alex asked her, slightly concerned.

“Aurora had her baby,” Marla announced, and she held up a Polaroid photograph to Sam. “Behold! Little Mr. Teddy.”

The picture beheld that of a small infant with slightly browned skin and those smooth Asian eyes. Sam kept her gaze on the shape of his head and his face. Even though he wasn't her child, there was a part of her that wanted to protect him from everything in the world. She felt Alex rest his chin upon her shoulder for a peek himself at the newborn there swaddled up in Aurora's arms.

“Let me just—let me just—can I?” he asked her as he peered right over her shoulder.

“That's him right there,” she told him in a soft voice. “Theodore Samuel.”

“Sam, as far as I know you could be godmother,” Marla explained.

“Don't go against the family,” Alex told her in a fake hoarse voice.

“Don't go against the family, yes!” Marla chuckled as Sam handed her the Polaroid, albeit with a soft feeling in her chest. He wasn't even her son but she felt something for that little boy as she got those cookies and she and Alex left the bakery for the hotel room once again.

Sam had set her things down on the table right against the wall when Alex walked right up to her and put his lips onto hers. The moment they both were waiting for that whole entire time. Like clockwork, he slid his hand up her back to her bra hooks, and all without his taking his gaze off of her. She took a glimpse down at her chest all the while, and she peered back up at him right as he looked at her breasts.

“Yeah, you like what you see here, don't ya?” she teased him.

“Let me just—let me just—I want—” His fingers struggled right there on her back.

“Aw, baby, here—let me help you.” She took off her top and then she reached behind her to unhook her bra for him. She exposed herself to him right there.

“Aw, yeah, here we go,” he teased her as she let it sprawl off of her chest and down her arms. She licked her lips and moved closer to his face for a hearty passionate kiss.

“Hey, now, if you kiss me, you've gotta do it when neither of them are lookin',” he told her, and she kissed him without a moment's hesitation. Sam kicked the door closed behind her: Chuck and Tiffany would have to come in later at a moment's notice. It was just her and Alex at that point. He reached up and untied his ponytail: those lush black curls sprawled over his shoulders like tentacles and the tuft of gray upon his head served as the crown jewel at that point.

“I'm kissing you so gently,” she breathed into his mouth, “because you could use some soft touch. All the love—all the kisses—” She put her lips to his and then she looked down at his slender body.

That cashier and the woman on the train back in Germany all had a point when they told her those things. She always brushed those comments off, but that time she genuinely felt the flame between herself and him as it burned brighter and hotter there. His body invited her closer inside to him; she breathed a bit harder with each and every kiss.

She was in love with his body. For a moment, she had forgotten all about Joey and now she was in love with Alex's body.

“Hold me,” he begged her in a hushed whisper. “Please hold me. Hold me and love me.”

“I'll love every sexy inch of your body,” she vowed.

He lay down on the bed before her, with his legs wide open for her and she climbed on top of him. She opened up his shirt and kissed his chest.

If Chuck and Tiffany walked in at any moment, she had to give it to him right then and there and then snuggle up to him, just to make it look as though they were napping together.

He lay there on his back with his hair fanned out from his head as she gave it to him right there with both hands.

They nestled up close to each other afterwards and she put her arms around him. She was sore again between the legs, but it felt a little better that time around.

“All the lovin',” he said in a broken voice.

“Sex isn't love, baby—and love isn't sex.”

“You think so?” He raised his eyebrows at her and looked up at her like a prince.

“Yeah. I mean, it makes sense.”

“You think it can turn into it?”

“Maybe,” she said. “Why? Oh, no, don't tell me you're feeling it.”

“I'm not, but I dunno, to be honest. It's pretty hot between us and it's also hard to say and I dunno how else to say it.” He nestled closer to her, right into her breasts as if they were his pillow.

“You're like such a baby,” she teased him.

“I feel like a baby laying here next to you,” he said, and she ran her hand over his hip.

“Come to mama, baby,” she whispered to him. “Come here—sweet baby. Oh, you're warm...”

“It's not the heat—it's the humidity,” he sputtered.

She kept her nose close to the crown of his head so she could smell the soft soap in the roots there. She thought of giving him some extra loving but the soft warmth of his body only made her feel warmer. Sam fell asleep with Alex cradled up in her arms, with his head tucked underneath her chin.

Where had this soft boy been this whole entire time for her. He just gave himself to her and was now like a handful of jelly for her once more.

She moved her head down a bit for a kiss on his forehead and she fell asleep with Alex in her arms.

She woke up to the feeling of something soft and slightly thick in her hand and she realized it was his stomach. She held onto him like she was holding a little teddy bear; she pulsated her fingers on his flesh as if to tickle him but he never stirred once for her. His body was so warm and comforting to her.

She ran her hand down his side and the gentle curvature of his hip, right onto the band of his pajama bottoms, which had slid down his hip a bit.

Such a beautiful body and she didn't want to let him go, either. Sam put her nose to the base of his head for a whiff of his hair.

He groaned in his throat at the feeling, and he stirred right in her arms.

“You are so soft,” she whispered into his ear.

“Soft all for you, big mama,” he whispered back to her. “Also, seeing as we're screwing each other when no one's looking, you might wanna do something about your—” He looked down at her body. “—you know.”

“Oh, that,” she said when she realized he was talking about her nether region. “I used my hands this time but still a good idea, though.”

“Just like that.”

He cuddled even closer to her and she stroked his hip.

“Mmm—baby,” she whispered to him. She lifted her head and she saw that the sun began to hang low over Raleigh. Chuck and Tiffany still hadn't come back yet.

“Are we still alone?” he asked her.

“Yeah, we are. Why? Do you need anything?”

“Getting kind of hungry.”

“There's that nice big buffet downstairs—and I think Anthrax might be giving it to us as courtesy, too.”

“Really?” He knitted his eyebrows together at that

“I dunno, that's what I've heard.”

He shrugged and then Sam let him go, and he rolled over onto his back right next to her. He had never taken off his shirt so when he rolled over he showed her his chest and his slender belly.

“Oh, man, you really look like a model right there, Alex,” she remarked.

“A model?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, earlier when you were sitting there and waiting for me, you genuinely resembled to a model. Just like the way you were sitting there made me think of that.”

“Something for men's cologne or some shit,” he joked as he put his hands behind his head.

“You're still undone, too.” Sam gestured to his shorts.

“Oh, shit—” He brought himself back together and then he looked over at her. “If I'm a model, you're a porn star with your knockers hangin' out like that.”

“Sam Shelley and Alex Skolnick make a porno,” she joked and he laughed at that, that big hearty laugh from deep within him, and then he stopped.

“Back up, I thought it was Sam Shelley and Chuck Billy make a porno,” he recalled.

“Sam Shelley can make more than one porno, y'know,” she teased him as she sat up from the bed, and he laughed again.

“Yeah, you're definitely a porn star now.”

She put her clothes back on and they both headed back outside: the heat had began to back off, but it was still warm enough to warrant Alex's hair tie once more. Sam meanwhile thought about a bucket of ice for their room and she walked on over to the ice machine behind a large column on the right side there.

He went ahead to the buffet line there behind her; as she filled up the bucket, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned her head and there was Joey to the right of her, in a yellow shirt and little white shorts.

“Hey!” she greeted him.

“Hi—” He followed it up with a kiss right on her lips. He then yanked her away to behind the next column towards a short little hallway, out of anyone's sight and out of Alex's sight in particular.

“What are you doing?” she demanded in a hushed voice.

Joey fell to his knees right before her. He clasped a hand to her own all the while as if he was proposing to her.

“Joey—” She was taken aback by his gesture.

“I want you to fuck me,” he begged her. “Fuck me right here and right now. Get on top of me and fuck me senseless.”

“Joey!” she hissed at him.

“Please—fuck me. I need it!”

She peered over her shoulder: Alex paid more attention to the buffet line and no one else seemed to pay any attention to that side of the room, either. A date night with Mr. Skolnick would be out of the question then as her boyfriend had returned to her with a vengeance.

“Fuck me right before we have dinner and a show,” he begged her as he showed her his tongue.

“No.” She pressed a finger to his lips.

“No.”

“No?”

“No. The answer is no, Joseph. You are not getting any of it from me.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” she teased him as she put her hands on the back of her head and gyrated her hips about for him. He showed her a playful little smirk.

“I want you so bad right now,” he confessed.

“Well, you ain't gonna get it,” she scoffed as she put her hands to her hips.

“Where did all of this come from?” he asked her.

“It came from hanging out with you boys all the time,” was all she could think of right then; it was sort of the truth. Doing that sex tape with Chuck had done something more to her as well, but she dared not tell Joey about any part of it whatsoever.

She turned her body towards him and she brought her face up to his, and parted her lips for him. He raised his dark eyebrows at her and those brown eyes only smoothed out from the look of it.

“A li'l quick one for the Indian prince,” she said in a soft voice, and she gave him a deep hearty kiss as a result of that. She slipped her tongue inside of his lips: even though she was sore in between her legs, she could still feel it. She could feel it for Joey that time around. Every so often, she let go of his mouth and breathed into him. No way she could fake this.

“You smell good,” he noted in between breaths.

“I try my best,” she whispered to him.

His fingers slithered up her shorts and onto that little part of skin at the back there. A part that Alex hadn't touched yet and yet Joey's touch sent the biggest of shivers up her spine, like a cold shower.

“Yeah, that's the spot, ain't it?” he teased her with that lopsided little grin.

“You boys are such bastards when you wanna be, but man, you get so soft when you wanna be, too,” she noted.

“We're crazier than you girlies are, y'know,” Joey retorted with a clearing of his throat. She reached down the front of his shorts for a feel at him and he let out a low whistle. Sam Shelley could in fact make more than one porno, and that third one she could make in public all for Joey.

Her fingers on him and his fingers on her. As long as neither of them screamed out at the feeling then they would be alright.

“Hey—Injun Joe—” Charlie called out from the other side of the room. Joey stopped and then he tilted his head back and groaned.

“God damn it!” He returned to her. “Have dinner with us?”

“Gladly!”

She slapped him right on the seat of his shorts, such that he yelped out at the feeling, and then he showed her a devilish grin.

“Get on out there and give 'em hell afterwards, big fella,” she teased him, and he led her back to Anthrax's table.

“Might haveta wash our hands, too,” he said over the noise in the room.

“Agreed.”

She turned her attention to Testament, all of whom clustered on the other side of the room already.

“And I see Mr. Skolnick is having a screaming orgasm right now,” she remarked as she walked past them, and Greg and Eric laughed out loud.

“Virgin screaming orgasm,” he corrected her, and with a wink. “You know—my twenty first being two months away and whatnot. This was courtesy of Belinda, too—it's a girly drink but I ain't turning it down, though.”

She hoped that none of this would in fact end. There was no way nothing could stand in her way at that point.

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The walking Dead : A World Changed

Hii so this is gonna be a story about a crossover but also not really a crossover from the walking dead and supernatural.

Summary: Y/N is from Boston and moved to Los Angeles to be a nanny, she’s been doing it for a while now and loves the two, soon to be three, children like they were her own. One day she goes to work and it seems like the world around her is falling apart. People are dying, unbeknowst to her they are coming back to live. She is trying to find a way so she stays alive and the people around her too and she needs help, but she’d rather does it on her own.

Characters: Y/N, OC Alice, OC Mark, OC Birdy, OC Clark, OC Jayden, eventually Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and more characters to come.

Word count : 1,010

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Take us back - Alela Diane

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qegSM9inpSM

Part 1 Take us back

Day 730,

It’s been two years since the world ended. Two damn years. My car broke down somewhere in Inavale Nebraska. I didn’t know where I was going, as long as I didn’t stay in the same place for too long. I had been caring Jayden the whole way and my feet and back where about to give out. Clark was attached to me with a rope so we wouldn’t lose each other. It worked so far. It was just me, Clark and Jayden now. A lot has happend in those 2 years, a lot that I don’t want to think about.

I figured out very early that the people that were attacking were not alive anymore. We call them monsters. It was the easiest way to explain to kids that monsters are bad and you need to stay away from them.

Finally after walking about three hours I finally saw another town in the distance. Red cloud. Please don’t let this be another small town where no one lives. I was so over these small towns. People that live there are either crazy and start shooting at you or they’re dead. There are also no supplies in small towns, sometimes not even a store and if there is a store there is nothing left.

After walking for an hour in town I finally found a grocery store. I made this ‘system’ that I would clear the roof and put the kids there. We climbed up looking around I saw a door. Testing it, it was locked and couldn’t be opened. I would tie both kids to the door so they wouldn’t wonder off and fall down. I would feel safer going somewhere inside myself rather than bringing them with me and then getting hurt. “Ok Clark, you know what to do, right?” I have him a bell for on a bike. “If anything bad happens just keep ringing the bell until I’m there alright.” Clark nodded his head. “And where are you staying?” I looked at Clark, I know he knew the answer to this question, but I need to hear him say it. “I stay here and ring the bell of monsters or bad people come.” I smiled at him. “Good job Clark, now watch over your little brother ok.” I have Clark and Jayden a kiss on their heads. Jayden had fallen asleep. “I will! When will you be back?” He looked a little scared, he doesn’t like to be left alone.. of course, but I know he can do it. “It won’t take me very long, 10, maybe 20 minutes and then I’ll be back alright. After that we can find a place to sleep for tonight, cause it’s gonna get dark soon.” Clark gave me a tight hug and said that we’d see each other in a couple of minutes. All the while I was walking to the edge of the roof and climbing down he kept looking at me. I smiled and waved at him.. showing everything will be ok.

Looking around I saw three monsters after two year I felt numb killing them. The first monster I killed had kept me up at night for days.. now I don’t care. Strange how that changes. When they were all dead I started banging the entrance of the store to see if there were monster coming up to me. There was just one. I tried to slide open the door. It was very heavy. When there was a small opening the monster tried to get me, but I was faster and stabbed him in his head with my knife. He fell to the ground. One more time for good measure I banged the door. Nothing. It was safe, for now. I checked if I had everything before I walked in to protect myself. My knife in my hand I had a machine gun on my back (yes I have one and it was very hard to get my hands on, so I will never lose my sight on that one) and a hand gun. My hand gun only had one bullet left. So I need to be careful with that one.

I had everything so now I slid open the entrance so I could go through. I needed food and diapers. Diapers were really hard to come by lately. But I still look.

After 10 minutes of looking I found 3 cans of food. They were small, but food is food. I was walking around until I heard something drop in the direction by the entrance. I ducked down put the cans in my bag quickly and got out my machine gun, cause one bullet for whatever was by the entrance, is not a lot to work with. I crouched around to see if who ever or whatever was in here with me which direction it was going. And I did see someone, by the looks of it, is was a man who was also crouching down. So not a monster. Which is a bigger problem. With how many people is he or is he alone. Did more people come in with him or are people outside on the watch.

I was trying to go towards the entrance to see if people were outside. I didn’t see anyone. He might be alone, not sure yet. Passing two isles I saw him go right he might have seen me and is hiding too. Here goes nothing. “WHO’S THERE?!” I yelled. After a moment of silence he spoke. “IT’S JUST ME, I DONT MEAN TO HURT YOU. WE SAW YOU WONDERING THROUGH TOWN, THOUGHT YOU MIGHT NEED HELP.” He had a heavy voice. Wait he said it’s just him but he said that ‘we saw you wondering’. “IS IT JUST YOU OR ARE YOU WITH MORE PEOPLE.” He might have slipped up and was supposed to say he was alone. If he lies and says he is alone now I know not to trust him. “ITS JUST ME.” Lair. “AAAHHHHHHHHH!!” It came from the roof.. Clark! “Shit!”

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aliciameade · 4 years

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“The Great Indoors”

Author: aliciameade Rating: G Pairing: Beca/Chloe Summary: Beca and Chloe accidentally get locked inside an R.E.I. (An outdoor activities supply store, for those unfamiliar.) Hijinks ensue.

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Beca didn’t consider herself particularly outdoorsy (she could get sunburned at night and she was allergic to every type of stinging insect, among other inconveniences), but she enjoyed fewer shopping excursions than those to R.E.I. to be Chloe’s helper whenever she had an upcoming trip. Beca was in charge of the shopping cart and telling Chloe whether or not the gear she was trying on looked cute while still being functional.

And Beca liked the gear and supplies. It was cool how there were so many specialized shoes and backpacks and jackets for all manner of activities. She wouldn’t mind being less prone to emergencies to be able to try something new once in a while.

Plus, she kind of liked Chloe’s dedication to always trying to convince Beca to join her on her next adventure.

She also liked Chloe pouting until Beca admitted whatever she was trying on was indeed cute. Beca always thinks Chloe’s cute but it’s not like she can tell her that all the time. That would be weird. Friends don’t do that.

“Who are you going with?” she asks as Chloe stands in front of a display of kayaking gear.

“The same crew I went out to Zion with. They’re always encouraging everyone to bring a friend. You should totes come with me.”

Beca surveys the kayaks leaning against the wall and visions of flipping over, getting stuck, and drowning flash through her mind. “Pass,” she says quickly. “Maybe something more...terrestrial.”

“Okay,” Chloe says with a shrug. She never argues with Beca over it, but she does always re-extend the invitation. “What do you think: black or pink?” she continues as she plucks two helmets off the display to turn and hold them up for Beca’s opinion.

“Let’s see ‘em in action,” she answers, gesturing for Chloe to try them on.

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“What kind of adventure would you be down for?” Chloe asks, somewhat unexpectedly, as they meander through displays and racks of camping gear. They’ve already picked out everything on her list but still find themselves browsing. “When you said ‘more terrestrial,’” she adds. “Camping?”

Beca’s about to answer when the PA system interrupts, informing shoppers the store will be closing in 15 minutes. She waits until they’re finished.

“Yeah, camping, I guess,” she says with a vague wave of her hand toward the staged campground the store has set up to display their wide variety of tents, coolers, chairs, and portable grills. “Just maybe not in the middle of nowhere like you do.”

She knows her answer excites Chloe by the way her eyes light up and her back straightens. “I don’t even own a tent because I’m always sharing with someone else on the trip.” She’s already on her hands and knees crawling through the entrance of a small tent before Beca can argue.

Not that she has a point to argue.

Chloe’s kneeling inside and looking out at Beca expectantly. “Come on! Let’s try this one.”

Beca just gives a shake of her head and kneels down to crawl into the tent, too. She hears Chloe zip the flap behind her and then she’s being dragged down until they’re lying side by side.

“We fit!” Chloe declares as she makes it a point to spread out and take up space until she’s crowding Beca.

“Obviously we fit,” she says, trying not to laugh as Chloe’s elbow digs into her ribs until she’s forced to roll onto her side to escape it. “It’s a two-person tent. We are two people.” She should have known better to turn, though, because the second she does, Chloe’s on her like a magnet, making Beca her little spoon as she does so often.

Not that she minds Chloe’s propensity to be close to Beca.

She kind of loves it, in fact.

“See, and we can cuddle for body heat if it gets chilly overnight.”

“Right,” Beca says, letting herself smile when she feels the way Chloe’s almost nuzzling her. It drives her crazy, too. Chloe is so physically affectionate with Beca, more so than anyone Beca’s ever dated, and she and Chloe are definitively not dating. It feels like they are, though, from the way they check in with one another throughout the day if they’re apart and how they download their days when they’re together to their Co-Captain Conferences which is just a serious-sounding name that allows them to lock themselves in Chloe’s room under the guise of working on the Bellas’ next set when they’re actually watching movies or talking or napping and not getting interrupted.

The way Beca’s heart aches when Chloe does go on her weeklong excursions...that, too, makes it feel a lot like they’re dating.

But...they’re not.

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It’s the last thought that floats through her mind before her eyes are fluttering open to near darkness.

She’s disoriented and her shoulder and hip ache from whatever hard surface she’s lying on. The only thing she does recognize is the scent, sound, and feel of Chloe asleep behind her and she jostles her until she’s startling awake, too.

“Hmm, what?” Chloe says, voice gravelly with sleep.

“We fell asleep in the tent,” Beca says once her brain stitches the events together. Once she sits up and glances out of the tent’s mesh window and is met with the dimly lit retail floor, her heart stops. “Chloe?”

“Hmm?” she says through a yawn as she sits up, too.

“What time is it?”

She watches Chloe pull her phone out of her back pocket—Beca’s own phone is in her purse which...she realizes with additional terror...was left in the cart before they decided to try the tent—and check it. “10:34.”

Beca inhales at that and holds her breath, waiting for Chloe to connect the dots, too.

“Oh, my gosh, it’s 10:34!”

“And it’s dark in here.” Beca leans forward to unzip the tent’s flap and crawl out, relieved to find her purse in the cart, everything right where they left it by some miracle. “Chlo, the store’s closed.”

She watches Chloe crawl out, too, and stand to survey everything, just like Beca’s doing. “There must be a security guard or something,” Chloe says confidently as she starts walking toward the entrance.

There is no security guard, they find. They also decide to not try the doors because setting off an alarm might be really bad. A phone call to the company’s customer support number instructs them to call back during the hours of 7:00 AM and 6:00 PM.

“Okay, we don’t need to panic,” Beca says when she watches Chloe start to do her panic-pacing. “We’re fine. We’re safe.”

“We’re trapped in here!” Chloe screeches.

It makes Beca flinch and she grabs Chloe by the forearms when she paces past again. “Chloe, chill out!”

Chloe gulps and Beca can see the fear in her eyes.

“Chill, okay?” she says, lowering her voice. “They’ll open in the morning and we can leave. They have bathrooms and water, and I know you have at least one granola bar in your purse, right?”

Chloe nods and her eyes start to look a bit less wild.

“Good.” Beca smiles, and then lets herself smile bigger. “We’re locked in a store.”

Chloe whines. “I know, Beca!”

“No, Chloe. We’re locked in a store!” she turns them so Chloe’s facing toward the sporting goods supplier’s floor, devoid of other shoppers and employees. “Didn’t you ever dream about this as a kid?”

She can tell Chloe’s considering it, thinking about it, until a smile starts to tug at her lips. “Okay, yeah.”

“Then, come on!” Beca grabs her hand to run—not out of necessity but out of excitement—back into the depths of the store. “I want to play with everything. What first?”

“Bikes! Let’s get bikes,” Chloe says pointing off to their left. “This place is huge; we can get around faster!”

“Yes, yes—I love the way you think.”

Armed with speedy transportation, they make it a point to visit every department, trying on hiking boots and life jackets and snowboards. Chloe decides to document the adventure on her Instagram so every department needs to have its own photoshoot.

Eventually, they end up back in the paddling department and Beca’s helping Chloe maneuver a massive tandem kayak down from where it’s leaning against the wall.

“Get in,” Chloe says, gesturing at the front seat while she lowers herself into the back after grabbing a couple of paddles. “I’ll show you how easy it is.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” Beca says as she takes the offered paddle and sits down, “but we’re not in the water right now.”

“Shush, I know. But I can show you the stroke.”

Beca can’t help the amused snort that escapes her.

“You just made that dirty.”

“Did not.”

“Yes, you did.” Chloe sounds amused. “Okay, put your hands where the grippy parts are on the paddle.”

Beca does as she’s told and then jumps a little when Chloe’s voice is suddenly close.

“Good.” Chloe’s arms suddenly frame Beca’s, her hands just outside of each of her own. “It’s just this motion.” Then they’re moving, Chloe’s push and pull directing Beca. “See how easy?”

Something about the moment makes Beca’s voice catch for a second and she has to swallow. “Yeah. Something tells me it’s not as easy in a river.”

“It’s really not difficult. Would I lie to you?”

“No, I guess not.”

Chloe hums, happy with Beca’s answer, and then her presence retreats. “Keep going; I need to take a picture. Actually, I’m going to do a video!”

“Of course you are,” Beca laughs but carries on for Chloe’s entertainment.

It’s around 2:00 AM when they’re both yawning, having eaten Chloe’s emergency stash of granola bars and a bag of gummy bears Beca swiped from the checkout area, promising Chloe she’d pay for them tomorrow with the rest of their items. They return the bicycles to their display and wander back to the camping section.

“You know, if there was ever a store to get locked in, this was a pretty good option,” Chloe says as she sits down on the edge of a fully inflated air mattress. It’s the floor’s display model, but it’s a bed nonetheless.

“So true.” Beca follows, settling on the slightly wobbly mattress next to Chloe.

Usually, like in the tent, she would flip onto her side, her back to Chloe to settle in for sleep.

For some reason, this time she turned the other way to face Chloe. Maybe because they weren’t finished talking—they didn’t yet have a plan for the morning, aka what to tell the first person who discovers them—or maybe Beca just wanted to look at Chloe for a few more seconds before going to sleep.

“I can’t believe this happened,” Chloe says with a giggle once they’re both settled.

“I know, right? So cool.”

Chloe’s quiet for what feels like a second too long before she says, “Thank you for calming me down. You know how I can get worked up about stuff.”

Beca smiles gently. “Yeah, of course, dude. You know I got your back.”

“I know you do.”

Chloe’s eyes are on Beca’s and the silence between them is suddenly heavy. Something about it makes Beca’s heart start to race. Chloe’s just looking at her not saying anything and Beca’s about to ask why she’s staring when Chloe interrupts her.

“Can I kiss you?”

Beca’s not sure she heard correctly. It’s hard to hear over the sound of the blood rushing in her ears. She debates asking Chloe to repeat herself, but she doesn’t want her to backpedal if she thinks Beca’s response means she wasn’t okay with it. Because she is so, soooo okay with it.

And if Beca did mishear, then she’ll deal with whatever she’s about to agree to.

“Yes.”

She didn’t mishear.

She can’t help the gasp that comes when Chloe’s lips are suddenly on hers. They’re soft and gentle but confident in their purpose and Beca is sure to kiss her back once her mind catches up with it.

Chloe pulls back after a few seconds and even in the dim lighting, she can tell Chloe’s blushing. She knows she is, too. “Was that okay?” Chloe asks, eyes wide and teeth tugging nervously at the lip that was just pressed against Beca’s.

Beca lets herself start to smile; the shock is subsiding and happiness is starting to rush into its place. “Why did you stop?” she asks, bringing her hand up between them to tug on Chloe’s shirt.

It’s not hard enough to actually pull Chloe in but it gets her point across and she’s still smiling when Chloe’s gleeful laugh gets muffled between their second kiss, one that is less about determining if it’s okay and a lot more about how their tongues move together.

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They’re roused by blinding fluorescent lights a few hours later and share the story of their accidental lock-in with the very confused and highly suspicious morning shift. Chloe begs the manager-on-duty to not reprimand whoever was responsible for ensuring all guests were out of the store before locking up, blaming themselves for not paying attention to the time.

Eventually, they’re allowed to leave and pay for what they’d been shopping for yesterday, plus the two-person tent (which Chloe had run back to grab off the shelf and returned with a wink).

“Okay, what’s with the tent?” Beca asks once they’ve loaded up the back of Chloe’s car in the completely empty parking lot and sat down.

“We are totes going camping and making out under the stars.”

“Oh, are we?” Beca asks with amusement as she buckles her seatbelt.

“Yep,” Chloe says, taking advantage of Beca’s proximity to direct her right up and into a kiss. “If that’s okay with you?” she asks, eyes a little softer so Beca knows she’s being earnest.

“Yeah, okay,” she nods. “But I’m not sure it’s fair for you to ask me after you kiss me.”

“So I should withhold kisses until you answer?” Chloe says with a grin as she starts the car and drives toward the exit and street that will lead them back to the house.

“That doesn’t seem fair either,” Beca says with a thoughtful pout.

“Kinda sounds like I get my way if kisses are involved.”

Beca starts to object but instead, just smiles and looks out the passenger side window. “Yeah, it kinda does sound that way.

The End

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bangtan-madi · 4 years

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Year of the Rabbit — Two: Frostbitten

Pairing — Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Yoongi

Tags — best friend!Jungkook, non-idol au, flower shop au, gym au, florist!MC, gym owner!Jungkook, friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining

Genre — fluff

Word Count — 2.6k

Summary — Blame it on the storm or the secret feelings or the snow-in, but one thing is for sure: a lot can happen to two best friends when they're confined to their stores overnight.

Warnings — language

Part — 2 / 5(?)

Previous — Next

Seven minutes past seven, the lights over your head begin to flicker. One by one, the seconds tick by, and your heart palpitates with their rhythm. Laptop on the desk in the office of the small, upper room, the very last thing you need right now is for the power to cut out. You're nowhere near finishing your orders; your work night is far from over.

Par the course of your luck these days, the lights shut off thirty seconds after they begin to fail. Just before you can let out a string of frustrated curses, they return to their former glory.

A huge sigh of relief passes from your lungs, and you slump back in the uncomfortable office chair, wondering how the hell Yoongi does it for hours on end.

"I need coffee," you murmur, pushing the laptop away and placing your phone on the desk.

Trotting over to the machine on the other side of the upper floor, you find Hoseok's assortment of beverage selections perfectly organized in a tiny cupboard. The upper floor of the shop is split into two rooms: The first is the office, which is where Yoongi does a lot of the business-end tasks that keep the store operational.

The second, smaller room is a place Hoseok claimed as his own. It's hardly bigger than a closet, but the younger of your partners took it upon himself to create a sanctuary of peace and quiet. There's a coffee machine and a tiny cabinet on one side of the room. The other has a sofa-bed, decorated with a plush throw-pillow and a battery-powered heated blanket. You've had plenty a study-session, cat-nap, and girl-chat (with Hoseok, of course) in this room.

You pop the switch on the kettle and start boiling the water, plucking a Hazelnut dark roast from the vast array of flavors. On the wall facing away from the door, there's a tiny window that reveals the expanse of Seoul. On a normal day, it allows just enough light to get by. This evening, however, there is no such blessing. The sun went down over an hour and a half ago, and the weather has worsened. Snow and wind blast against the side of the building, the remnants of winter releasing their fury on the Lunar New Year.

As the water boils, your thoughts turn to Jungkook, this time out of concern. He hasn't texted or called since he left for your apartment, which makes you assume that the service is down due to the weather. When he exited the shop, there was a dusting of white powder on the ground. Now, you were one inch away from a proper blizzard. Peering out the tiny window, you can hardly see the sidewalk or streets. There must be at least a foot of snow on the ground. From the angry black sky and thunderous display overhead, it is only going to get worse.

"If you're smart, you stayed at my place," you murmur, hoping that your stubborn excuse of a best friend headed his inner warning system.

But then again, who are you kidding? Jungkook doesn't listen to anyone, especially the little voice in his head that advises against danger.

After your coffee is brewed and you begin to stir in the sugar, a loud crash sounds outside the shop. Thinking it the wind picking up, you ignore it and continue to add sugar to your desired amount.

It happens again, this time with added vocals. "[Y/n]! Open up!"

You drop the spoon and rush from the room. Definitely not the storm; the wind doesn't howl your name.

When you reach the top of the stairs, you see a familiar figure huddled against the glass door. A bicycle tightly grasped in one hand, the other presses against the glass in an attempt to peer inside. Jungkook is hardly dressed for the weather, wearing the same black jeans and oversized black sweater as before.

Without thinking much longer, you take the stairs two at a time and unlock the front door in a hurry. Thrusting it open, you grab ahold of Jungkook's snow-dusted sweater and drag both him and his bike into the shop. It takes all your strength to fight the wind enough to shut and lock it once more.

"You biked here in the snow?" You turn on your heel, shooting the shivering man a sharp look. "Jeon Jungkook, what the hell were you thinking!"

Jungkook tosses his bicycle onto the floor, frozen metal hurting his chilled fingers. As he blows heat into his clasped hands, he mirrors your tone with, "That you were gonna be here all by yourself, i—idiot! You're the one not answering your damn phone. I c—called you four times and texted you at least a dozen! Every time it went straight to v—voicemail."

"Yeah, that's probably because the cell service is shit right now!" you snap. "Storms always blow it out, and it's not like we have wifi."

"That makes it so m—much better!"

As if the situation couldn't get worse, the lights flicker once again, this time shutting off with a loud pop. You give it a few seconds, waiting for it to return like last time, but no such event comes.

You thrust your hands into the air with frustration. "Oh, this is great. Now, we're gonna freeze together."

The Busan native chuckles softly. "Already ha—half-way there."

Your gaze shifts from the darkened lights overhead to your best friend. For the first time since he blew in a few moments ago, you see how cold he really is. In the dim light given by the near-constant sheet lightning, his features are unnaturally pale. His fingertips are scarlet, and his entire body shakes violently. If the storm wasn't so loud, you would be able to hear his chattering teeth.

"Shit, Jungkook," you murmur, reaching for his hands with concern. Your warm touch causes him to hiss, but he doesn't pull away. If anything, he lets you pull him closer. "How long were you out there in that?"

"Well, I left your apartment when I couldn't get a—ahold of you," he chatters quietly, letting his eyes slip closed as you attempt to encase his larger, tattoed hands in your own. "Elizabeth the 3rd is fine, by the way. Fat and happy and com—completely oblivious."

"When was that?"

"A little after six-thirty?"

Your eyes widen, shifting from the attention on his frostbitten hands to his slightly opened eyes. "Kook, that's almost an hour in temperatures below zero! Forty-five minutes, at least! That's so dangerous. You could've died!"

"What's the alternative? L—Leaving you here at the shop by yourself?" He shakes his head, droplets of melted snow flying off the ends of his damp hair. "Not gon—na happen."

Your heart aches a little at his kind and selfless nature. He didn't even think twice before hopping on a bike and facing the storm to get to you, just to make sure you were safe. Now he was paying the price for it.

You pull him closer, taking his hands and shoving them into the pockets of your university sweatshirt. You'd been wearing it all night, so it was plenty warm. Jungkook is surprised by your actions, and you roll your eyes at his wide-eyed expression.

"Don't get any ideas," you tease. "You don't want to lose your fingers, do you?"

Jungkook snickers and allows his hands to greedily absorb the warmth you and your sweatshirt provide. "I'm more worried about what you might do."

You turn your head to glance over your shoulder, towards the exit. "Do you think we can get out of here? Hail a cab or get an Uber?"

"I don't know, [Y/n], it's really coming down out th—there. And on Lunar New Year? I doubt we'll see anyone for a while. They're all at festivals freezing their asses off or at home with family."

"I hate it when you're right," you sigh, turning back to face him and rubbing your hands up and down his arms. "We've gotta get you warmed up, though. You're freezing."

The brunet attempts to brush off your concern. "I'm fine, really. I'm warming up al—already."

"Lies. You're riding the end of an adrenaline high. Once that wears off, you're going to crash and really regret coming back for me." You point towards the upper rooms. "We have a battery-powered heated blanket that gets pretty damn hot. Follow me."

Forcing Jungkook's hands to remain in your sweatshirt pockets, you tug him behind you, up the stairs and into the tiny retreat room. The darkness makes you have to take it slower, but you know the space like the back of your hand. Once inside, you shove him onto the tiny sofa bed and wrap him in the blanket, turning the heat up to high.

"Here," you say, taking the mug of coffee and pushing it into his hands. "Hold this. Drink it slowly so you don't burn yourself."

Jungkook takes a sniff at the coffee, but then pulls back and looks up at you. "But this was yours."

You shake your head. "Yours now. You need to warm up, Gym Bunny. Start drinking."

He scowls at you in defiance of being told what to do, but eventually gives up and takes his first sip of the warm beverage. Feeling how it warms him up from the inside, the second sip comes much more happily.

As you peer out the tiny window, Jungkook inquires, "How long do you think the st—storm will last?"

"I heard something about it lasting until the morning, so we might be here a while. It doesn't look good out there. Definitely not safe to leave the building. The service is out, and no one is going to drop by. I think we're stuck here until we can manage an exit ourselves."

"In that case..." Jungkook reaches out to grasp the edge of your sweatshirt, tugging you over to him. You hesitate in moving closer, both nervous and concerned about his still shivering figure. "It's only going to get colder in here, Flow—Flower Child. Might as well huddle for warmth while you can."

"Fine. But just so you know, I hate this rom-com bullshit...and if you cop a feel, I swear to god, I will kick you back out into the storm."

Jungkook chuckles as you relent. You slip onto the tiny sofa bed and under the heated blanket with him. His free arm wraps around your shoulders, bringing your head to rest against his shoulder, while his occupied hand holds the mug of coffee. He offers it to you with insistence.

"C'mon, one sip won't hurt. 'Sides, you're the one that dumped seven cups of sugar in it."

"Well, that's the last time I give you my coffee. Next time, you can freeze."

"Then who would you complain to about customers?"

You take a sip of the coffee, silently agreeing that you had gone a little heavy on the sweetener. "Hobi or Yoongi. We all have the same customers, you know."

"Yeah, except Yoongi will just stop selling to them rather than complain about it and Hoseok is sickeningly positive enough to see the good in everyone."

"Fair point."

He takes another sip of the coffee when you return the mug to his tattooed hand. "I honestly have no idea how those two work so well together. Business and personal, I mean. They're just so different."

"Opposites attract?" you offer. "They've known each other ever since high school."

"Yeah, I never got that full story."

"Yoongi moved to Seoul by himself after he moved out of his parent's house in Daegu. Not a great situation there, but that's not my story to tell. He met Hoseok at school. The ray of sunshine was class president and took a liking to Yoongi. He kinda took him under his wing, as they were in the same grade despite being a year younger. I'm honestly so glad he did; god only knows what Yoongi would've gotten into on his own in a big city. He's one of the few that got out of a bad situation, and he attributes a lot of that to Hobi."

"So who asked out who?" Jungkook asks, hoping to pass the time with casual conversation as the feeling slowly comes back to his extremities.

The question catches you off-guard and makes you laugh. "Believe it or not, Yoongi asked Hoseok. Twice. Hoseok turned him down the first time, thinking that they might ruin their friendship. He should've known that Yoongi doesn't give up when he wants something."

"So...they were friends first?"

You nod. "I mean, I've only known them since college, but they haven't changed a bit. I think being friends gave them a foundation for their relationship. From what Hobi's said about the pre-dating period, they were pretty much the same. Sure, there's a lot more kissing and, uh, stuff now that they're a couple, but they're still best friends."

A silence falls over you both as you enjoy the warmth under the heated blanket. Jungkook finishes the coffee, and you're relieved to see his shivering halt and color return over the next half hour.

The storm still rages outside, and Jungkook sighs as the wind blasts harder against the side of the building. "We can't stay here," he murmurs.

"Where can we go?" you reply, not eager to leave the confines of your warm cocoon. "You said it yourself: we're stuck until this passes."

He shakes his head and turns to look at you in the darkness. You can barely make out his features, even if they're only a foot away from yours. You hadn't realized you were this close until now.

"You're starting to shiver." His hands grasp yours, and it's only then that you see he's right. Your fingers have started to tremble, and your teeth are chattering slightly. "We can't stay here. No power, no heat, we'll never survive the night." He pauses, glances quickly to the door, then back to you. "I have an idea. Do you trust me?"

Your reply comes without hesitation. "More than anyone."

The words bring a smile onto Jungkook's face, and if it weren't so damn dark, you might've thought he was blushing. But that can't be right...

He grabs your hand, stands and drags you with him, and tightens the heated blanket around your shoulders. He's given up his portion of the warmth to keep you comfortable. When you attempt feeble protests, being too tired and cold to put much effort into fighting him, Jungkook places a warm hand over your mouth.

"Just do as I ask, just once, okay?"

"But you'll get cold again," you murmur, words muffled by his fingers.

The brunet moves his hand away from your mouth, dropping it to the blanket as he pulls the edges high enough to have the front draped over your head in a makeshift hood.

"Where we're going, we won't need the blanket." At your perplexed expression, he chuckles and reaches for your hand. "You'll see what I mean. Trust me, this idea is genius."

"Famous last words."

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