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wdwmarveldisney · 3 years

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Not Your Fault

Isaac Lahey x reader

Request by @castieltheasstiel -So the reader is Isaac’s girlfriend and friends with Stiles, she lives with her dad (not really included in the story tho) and her mom is super emotionally abusive and she’s been stalking the reader via social media and stuff (because they live in different towns) and she’s been harassing her with txts and the reader is hanging out with the pack and she gets a txt from her and her mood like instantly changes and so Isaac takes her into a different room so they can talk and reader just completely breaks down and just sobs into Isaac’s arms and he’s just there for her and helps her.

Summary: Isaac’s there to remind you what’s happen is not your fault.

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A/N: Okay took longer than expected but I had a busy couple of days so that didn’t help. I hope this is okay.

GIF isn’t mine

Everything had been going great, for the most part. The pack hadn't been facing too much danger, your relationship with Isaac was going steady and you were happy. But then the universe had to go and hurt you again. It was like you could never be happy for too long, something always had to come along and ruin it. If it wasn't some normal bad day then it was a wild supernatural that wanted to kill you. Or in this case, it was your emotionally abusive mother who was blowing your phone up with text after text. You had thousands of missed calls and unanswered messages that you couldn't bring yourself to even look at. With the fact that nothing bad was actually happening to the pack, you had opted out of confiding with anyone, not wanting to spoil the break from fighting with your pain.

Isaac had picked up on it though, you could tell. He never pushed you to say anything but he knew something was up and you knew he was desperately trying to hold back any questions. You wanted to tell him but Isaac had enough bad experience with parents as it is and dragging him into your family drama was not the way to go. So you kept to yourself and shut him out of that. You didn't even tell your dad, he had had enough with your mother and whenever her name was mentioned then he'd completely lose it. He basically hated her for the things she did and you didn't need his lectures on not talking to her and not having to do with her. Telling the pack wasn't a option too since they'd want to find to fix things and sometimes there just wasn't.

That's why, as you sat with the pack, laughing and joking, none of them knew of your buzzing phone. You hadn't looked yet, not wanting to sour your mood. Kira made a quick comment about Stiles' apparent 'emergency' that had everyone laughing at the annoyed boy when Isaac pulled you a little closer. His nose brushed by your ear and you held his hand tighter when he began to mumble to you, "Why does your phone keep going off?" It was like your heart stopped and you were so happy that none of the werewolves turned to you with concerned looks at your sudden panic. Apparently someone knew about the buzzing phone. As he moved down to rest his head on your shoulder, your hand went up to play with his hair, "Don't know," you lied and Isaac simply nodded as you slipped your phone out to try and turn off the vibration setting. But as you opened it up, another message came through.

Your smile fell and you licked your lips as you willed back tears. Just ignore it, you just had to ignore it is what you told yourself as you turned of the buzzing and put your phone back into your pocket. Your hand found Isaac's and you began to trace the lines on his palm and fingers. He sat a little taller, immediately picking up on the action and knowing it was something you did when anxious or upset, he moved to stand up. He held his hand out for you and you took it since you had guessed he had picked up on your switched mood. Scott leaned forward a bit with a raised as you stood, everyone having the same confused face, "You guys okay?"

"We'll be a sec," Isaac told them as he lead you out of the room and you sent a forced half smile to all of them. He took you to a room upstairs that you didn't recognise but that didn't matter. Isaac sat on the bed and pulled you next to him before laying back with you in his arms. It was a just comfortable as you nestled into his chest and he drew little stars on your arms to calm you down. But the tears built up regardless and you were struggling to hold them back. "I'm sorry," you finally broke, tears falling as you hid your face away. You couldn't believe you were crying to Isaac when you swore you wouldn't bother him with this kind of stuff. "Don't apologise. Really, I just want to know what's wrong," his voice was quiet and gentle, trying not to spook you. Fighting the instinct to shut him out, you shifted so your voice wouldn't be muffled, "Just some family stuff. My mum's been-"

"Your mum?" You could feel him tense and looked up to see his frustrated face. Actually, it seemed more like a suppressed rage that he was so desperately trying to hide from you. "Yeah. She's, um, she's just been texting me and stuff," his eyes grew darker and he sat up with you. You saw his jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth and you didn't need to be a werewolf to know that Isaac was pissed. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?" His voice was sweet and caring anymore, more like a harsh snap at you that made you flinch back lightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to-" Rushing to explain yourself, you missed the way his face dropped at the flinch and how he held his hands up with a sorrowful look on his face, "No wait, don't apologise. I didn't mean to scare you," Isaac reached out and wrapped his arms tightly around you before resting his forehead against the top of your head.

Once more, you broke and began to cry again, holding him just as tight. "I don't know what I did. Why does she hate me?" Isaac felt his heartbreak as one of his hands came to the back of your head to hold you closer, rocking the two of you slightly. "She doesn't deserve you, you know that right? You did nothing wrong," he whispered back, eyes screwing shut as he pushed back all the anger flooding his veins. He was so close to losing control just purely from the thought of her hurting you but he couldn't because you needed him right now. He yearned to make your mum pay for the pain she had caused but right now, you just needed him to be there for you.

"Then why doesn't she love me? Why doesn't she care? I have to have done something," Isaac shook his head, pulling away to hold your wrists and talk to you a little more directly. He hated that you thought you could deserve this in some way. "No, okay? You didn't do shit, this isn't your fault. It's her twisted mind, not you, understand?" You gave a weak nod, slightly scared by how determined he was to get you to agree. He seemed desperate, his grip probably harder than he intended. “Okay, good. C’mere,” his hands dropped from your face and he pulled you close again, swaying once more. As Isaac held his hand out for you to fiddle with, you couldn’t help but grin slightly. Yeah maybe things weren’t exactly best right now for you but you had Isaac. You felt so lucky to have him by your side.

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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years

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Long Way From Home: Chapter 14

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Friendship Characters: Scott, Tracy Family

Forgot to post this last night, whoops, but in my defence I am absolutely drowning under uni work at the moment, so I’m quite surprised I even had the energy to proof read and post tonight...

<<<Chapter 13

The table was already piled high with steaming food when they entered the room, but Scott’s attention was more taken by the man sat at the head. Not-Dad caught his eye and gestured to the seat at his right. Scott hadn’t planned to sit near the man if he could help it, but it appeared the patriarch had other ideas.

Swallowing down his reluctance, he crossed the floor, greeting Mrs Tracy, who was attempting to set the table even as Tin-Tin tried to persuade her gently to take her own seat, and took the offered chair.

Steely grey eyes swept up and down his outfit, and Not-Dad’s mouth settled into a thin line, but much to Scott’s relief he didn’t comment. Not directly, at least.

“I see you had a successful trip,” he said. Scott shrugged.

“Fashion here’s different,” he said, glancing over as the rest of the family took their seats, Other-Virgil slipping in before Other-Kyrano finished bringing the food over to the table. “As you’ve no doubt noticed.”

“That I have,” Not-Dad agreed. “At least no-one outside of this organisation will be seeing you, so now you have your own clothes I suppose you can dress as you wish.” He still sounded somewhat dubious about it, but Scott would take what he could get.

“Those were my thoughts, too, Father,” Other-Scott joined in, from where he was sat a little way down the table between Other-Virgil and Mrs Tracy. “He might as well be comfortable while he’s here.”

“Indeed,” Not-Dad said. “I have informed some trusted friends of your predicament in the hopes of increasing our chances of getting you home, and locating anyone else who may have come through. I am sure their names will be familiar to you; as I recall, you mentioned a ‘Lady P’ earlier?”

Had he? Scott didn’t remember everything that he’d said to the man, but that seemed likely enough. He nodded.

“I assume that refers to our London agent, Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward,” Not-Dad continued. “She has been made aware and intends to visit in the near future.”

Scott felt a flash of frustration that things were being organised over his head – or behind his back, maybe – but buried it deep with the reminder that here, he wasn’t Commander. He wasn’t anything, except someone in need of rescuing, and this man next to him was the man in charge of the organisation trying to get him home.

“Yeah, we have a Lady Penelope,” he confirmed. “And Parker?”

“A fine butler,” Not-Dad agreed.

Scott nodded awkwardly, a little unsure at the way Not-Dad’s first description for him was ‘butler’. It wasn’t inaccurate, but to him, Parker was so much more than just Lady Penelope’s butler, and he wasn’t sure if that was a relationship that had carried over.

Lady Penelope and Parker had been invaluable after the Zero-X, after all.

Scott cut that train of thought off out of habit before it could spiral too far. The last thing he needed to do was start crying about Dad while sat next to his doppelgänger in another universe.

He was saved from any further awkward conversation by Other-Kyrano announcing that the dinner was ready and inviting them to help themselves.

“Thank you, Kyrano,” Not-Dad said, before picking up a platter of carved meat and offering it to Scott. For his part, Scott was looking at the large, homemade spread and trying not to drool at the prospect of edible food.

“Thanks,” he said, helping himself to a few slices. That appeared to be the cue for everyone else to tuck in, and Scott found himself part of a full dining table for the first time in a long time. Other-John was absent, of course, no doubt squirrelled away on Thunderbird Five eating rehydrated food, and it was obvious that this Tracy family, too, had lost their mom, but with the Kyranos and even Other-Brains apparently resurfacing when he hadn’t been looking, not to mention Not-Dad, it felt like the sort of meal Scott hadn’t been able to have in eight years, and had thought he’d never have again.

He took a large bite of the food to stop his rising emotions overflowing. Other-Alan, sitting opposite him, shot him an unimpressed look but thankfully seemed too busy listening to Tin-Tin next to him to comment.

“Magnificent as always, Kyrano,” Not-Dad announced after a few moments, which seemed to be the cue for the rest of the family to interject with their own praise. Scott was more than happy to join in, which got several pairs of eyes on him, seeming like they were gauging how genuine he was. Only Tin-Tin had a knowing, and slightly sad, smile on her face.

“Say,” Other-Alan cut in, “how does this compare to what you normally eat? Our Kyrano’s the better cook, isn’t he?”

It was a loaded question, and Scott narrowed his eyes at him.

“Alan, that’s enough of that,” Not-Dad said. “There’s to be no comparison of which universe is ‘better’, you hear me?”

“Yes, Father,” Other-Alan frowned. “But I can’t be the only one that wants to know what he really thinks of the food.”

“Alan!” Other-Scott added in, but Scott shrugged.

“It’s the best homemade meal I’ve had in years,” he said honestly, nodding at Other-Kyrano, who seemed flustered at the praise. “None of us can cook half as well back home.”

“Not even your Kyrano?” Other-Alan pressed, despite the sharp snap of his name from Not-Dad.

“Alan,” Tin-Tin interjected gently, putting a hand on his arm. He ignored her, too, and light blue eyes pinned Scott where he sat.

Scott took another mouthful of the mouth-wateringly good food and swallowed it before answering.

“Kyrano hasn’t lived with us for years,” he said simply. “It’s just the four of us – five when John’s down – with Grandma, Brains and Kayo – she’s our Tin-Tin – on the island.”

There was silence, and he took the chance to help himself to more of the food on the central platters. It really was good, and if he was eating, he could at least pretend he wasn’t the focus of several varyingly sympathetic looks.

“Where did he go, if you don’t mind my asking, sir?” It was Other-Kyrano who asked, and Scott tried not to react to being called sir.

He shrugged again. “None of us know,” he admitted between mouthfuls. “He retired and vanished. Kayo tries to get in contact with him every now and then, but as far as I know she’s never been successful.”

Scott could feel the elephant in the room, the question on all their tongues even though none of them – not even the otherwise abrasive Other-Alan – wanted to be the one to say it. He sighed and speared a section of meat with his fork, knowing that the question wouldn’t go away until he addressed it.

“Yes,” he said, “it was just after we lost Dad.” He shoved the fork into his mouth and chewed aggressively on the meat, staring down at his plate rather than facing anyone at the table. A hand landed on his right shoulder, presumably belonging to Other-Gordon, who was sat immediately next to him, but no-one said anything in response.

After a moment, Not-Dad cleared his throat. “Brains, how are you doing with the research?” he asked.

“O-oh!” The scientist jumped, clearly not expecting to be addressed, and Scott sent him a mental apology for being the reason he was suddenly the centre of attention even though he was impatient for updates on that front, too. “I, uh, have gathered a-all the data I, uh, can detect from, uh, Thunderbird One’s hangar w-where Scott, uh, appeared,” Other-Brains said, putting his cutlery down as he spoke. “There appears to be a-an, uh, anomaly of some sort in the, uh, atmospheric r-readings but I, uh, haven’t b-been able to, uh, isolate the c-cause yet.”

“But wouldn’t the cause be the collision that brought him through?” Other-Virgil asked.

“T-that would be the, uh, logical assumption,” Other-Brains agreed, “but, I’d, uh, like some m-more data before I, uh, conclude that for, uh, certain.”

Scott was caught with a mouth full of vegetables when bespectacled eyes found him from the other end of the table, where Other-Brains was sitting between Tin-Tin and Other-Kyrano. “I, uh, would like to run some, uh, samples from you to, uh, isolate the a-anomaly from your, uh, home u-universe,” the scientist continued.

Scott swallowed the food. “Whatever you need,” he agreed eagerly. Maybe a little desperately. “Just say when you want them.”

“I’ll, uh, let you know,” Other-Brains promised. It wasn’t ideally the answer Scott was looking for – a definitive time would have been nice – but it was something and he nodded in acknowledgement.

That seemed to be the cue for the hubbub of conversation to start up again. Scott stayed out of it, content to eat and listen, and at the head of the table, Not-Dad seemed likewise content to listen to what his sons were saying as they started talking about what seemed to be normal, everyday things. Scott had the context for none of it and was unsurprisingly completely at a loss as to what any of them were talking about.

Tin-Tin and Mrs Tracy seemed to be holding a conversation about fashion and something that sounded like Pennylon, which Scott assumed was a brand or something, while the brothers engaged in some apparently long-standing banter, although he definitely heard billiards and bet in the hubbub.

Nothing was said about International Rescue, and Scott wondered if that was because he was there, even though he’d sat in on one of their debriefs, or if this family also had a ban on talking business over meals. It was probably the latter.

“Gordon,” Not-Dad said suddenly, cutting into the conversation. “What’s this about a bet I hear?”

The son in question grinned, and further down the table, Other-Scott rolled his eyes.

“It’s not a real one, Father,” Other-Gordon said. “But with Scott here wanting clothes that our Scott wouldn’t normally buy, we had to come up with a reason for his sudden change in taste.”

“So he claimed I bet he couldn’t beat the whole family at billiards,” Other-Scott added. “A bet that I apparently lost, with those clothes as my forfeit.”

Not-Dad chuckled, startling Scott, who hadn’t heard anything except stern patriarch from the man since he’d first met him. Suddenly he seemed a lot more like Dad, and a lump formed in his throat. Scott hurried to put another mouthful of food in his mouth to have a reason for his need to swallow.

“He did, did he?” the older man said. “How many times have you played him so far today?”

“I stopped counting after twelve,” Other-Scott said.

“I see,” Not-Dad mused. “And how many times has he won?” Even Scott could tell he knew what the answer was going to be before it was uttered, but Other-Scott said it anyway.

“Not even once.”

“Maybe we should play chess after dinner instead,” Other-Gordon suggested. His brother laughed.

“But chess wasn’t the bet, was it, Gordon?”

“I think you’ve made your point,” the ginger sulked.

“I’m glad you think so,” Other-Scott said sunnily. “Maybe that’ll teach you to make outlandish claims.”

“I didn’t see you making any suggestions to the contrary,” Other-Gordon pointed out. Sat between them, Other-Virgil’s head was swivelling like an umpire at a tennis match. Conversation across the rest of the table had died down, leaving the two of them the only ones talking.

Two brothers sniping at each other was familiar, and Scott buried himself in the delicious food to try and distract himself from the fact that at home, it would be his brothers sniping at each other, and he might even be involved himself.

No-one seemed to notice his retreat from the conversation, or at least had the manners not to comment on it if they did, and he kept quiet for the rest of the main course.

Dessert passed in much the same manner, with Grandma presenting a gigantic chocolate gateau piled high with fresh strawberries and cream. The entire table fell upon it with gusto, Scott very much included. The ones he picked up from Paris, while the best of professional baking, just weren’t the same as homemade.

“So,” Not-Dad said, once the plates were all licked clean and Other-Kyrano and Mrs Tracy were bustling around in the kitchen, having cleared the crockery. Tin-Tin had also got up to help them, but none of the others had moved, so Scott took the cue to stay where he was. “What do you boys have planned for the evening?”

“I’ll be continuing with drawing Scott’s brothers,” Other-Virgil said.

“Drawing his brothers?” Not-Dad asked, and he nodded.

“They don’t look identical to us,” Other-Gordon chipped in, “so Virgil’s working with Scott to get portraits together for our reference.”

“I see,” Not-Dad said, and Scott found himself being regarded by the man again. “I’d like to see those once they’re completed.”

“Yes, Father,” Other-Virgil agreed.

“He won’t let any of us see them yet,” Other-Gordon complained.

“I told you,” the artist said, yet again. “Once they’re coloured, and not one moment before.”

A steaming cup of coffee appeared in front of Scott, and he glanced up to see Tin-Tin smiling at him. Not wanting to interrupt the conversation now going on between Not-Dad and his sons about the portraits Other-Virgil was working on, he nodded at her in thanks.

Similar cups were finding their way in front of everyone at the table, and Scott assumed a post-meal coffee was part of the routine here. Once everyone was served, Tin-Tin, Other-Kyrano and Mrs Tracy returned to the table with their own drinks and a platter of home-baked cookies.

Tasting the coffee, Scott was pleased to discover Tin-Tin had clearly remembered how he liked it from earlier. The proffered cookies were just as delicious as the cake had been, and by the time they’d finished drinking and eating, Scott was feeling pleasantly full.

He was going to have to make sure he went for his morning run, especially if this was always how they ate here.

“Are you ready to carry on with the portraits?” Other-Virgil asked him after all the cups on the table had been drained dry and the hubbub of conversation had faded away, and he made his way to his feet.

“Sure,” he answered. “Lead the way.”

Other-Virgil’s room was full of frosted glass panels, or so it seemed as Scott followed him inside. Books, on what appeared to be a variety of subjects from art techniques and historic artists to music to what Scott assumed were engineering manuals, lined alcoves in the wall opposite the bed. They were familiar in topic, if not in the particular titles, to the sorts of things he was used to finding in his Virgil’s room.

“Why don’t you pull up a chair?” Other-Virgil invited, nodding at a wooden chair sitting innocuously in the corner as he perched himself on his bed. The sketchbook from earlier had had the respective pages neatly torn out, and Scott caught a glimpse of John’s sketch taped to a large board. Various colouring pencils surrounded the artist where he sat, and Scott obediently retrieved the chair in question to put it down next to the bed so he could see what Other-Virgil was doing.

“What do you want to start with?” he asked, looking at the greyscale picture of his brother and trying to imagine it coloured in. As John was the last brother he’d seen – albeit holographically – before ending up in the wrong universe, it was almost painfully easy to bring him to mind.

“Well, we might as well start with the skin,” Other-Virgil said. “Darker or paler than you?”

That was a good reference point to start with, Scott figured. “Paler,” he replied. “Quite a bit paler. He’s ginger and lives in space most of the time, so he doesn’t get much sun.”

Other-Virgil hummed thoughtfully, fingers dancing over a selection of pencils but not actually selecting one to start. “Do you remember our John well enough to know which one’s darker or paler?” he asked.

“I can’t say I was paying much attention to that,” Scott admitted, wracking his brain to remember how pale Other-John had been. “Mine’s maybe a little paler?”

Other-Virgil nodded and finally selected a pencil. “Say,” he began as he started lightly colouring. “When you say he’s in space most of the time – don’t you fellas have a rotation for Thunderbird Five?”

“A rotation?” Scott tried to imagine telling John he had to share his ‘bird with someone else on a regular basis – someone who wasn’t EOS – and failed miserably. John would probably lock down Thunderbird Five and refuse entry to anyone if Scott so much as breathed a notion about sharing space monitor duty regularly. “No, John’s up there most of the year. He’s happiest there, so it works out.”

“But aren’t there health detriments to staying in space for so long?” Other-Virgil asked, and Scott winced.

“A few,” he admitted, “but we’ve done what we can with our technology to minimise them, and it’s not unusual for John to come down for a few days if we’re quiet. We can route the calls straight to Tracy Island if necessary, although the signal isn’t as good and we’re more liable to miss things.” He frowned thoughtfully. “You guys have a rotation?”

Other-Virgil nodded as he set down the pencil he was using and selected another one. Scott peered at the canvas; John’s sketch did look remarkably pale, but the pencil Other-Virgil had selected seemed slightly darker so maybe he planned to layer it up. “John and Alan switch every month, or near enough,” he explained. Scott recalled Other-Alan’s surprising agreement to Other-John’s declaration that he wanted telemetry – it made a lot more sense now. “But John tends to do slightly longer spells than Alan, and very rarely Scott takes a turn if one of them can’t.”

Scott couldn’t imagine sitting up in Thunderbird Five for an entire month, on space monitor duty. He’d done short spells of a couple of days, and that was more than enough for him.

“How does this look so far?” Other-Virgil asked after a few more moments, putting his pencil down and turning the board until Scott could look at it properly. “Too pale?”

Scott peered at it again, but without the vibrant hair or piercing eyes, judging the skin colour was a lot harder than he’d expected it to be.

“Maybe a little?” he offered, a bit uncertainly.

“How about we move on to his hair for now?” Other-Virgil suggested. “You say he’s ginger?”

Scott nodded. “Very striking,” he confirmed. “Brighter than your Gordon’s.”

Other-Virgil selected a pencil and made some firm strokes across the curl above John’s forehead. “Like this?”

“Something like that, yeah,” Scott confirmed, watching the almost orange pencil continue to follow the sweep of John’s hair. Other-Virgil nodded in acknowledgement, and settled in to keep colouring the hair. He didn’t seem to have any difficulty with the colour; Scott didn’t have to make any corrections, only a couple of confirmations when asked, during the entire process.

Then it was time for his eyes, and this particular little brother of his had never had the easiest eyes to describe, not helped by the fact that Scott saw them through a blue-tinted hologram far more frequently than he actually saw them in person.

“Blue turquoise or green turquoise?” Other-Virgil asked after his initial attempt, and Scott hesitated. They always looked almost blue in the hologram, but then the hologram itself was blue, so…

“Green?” he hedged. “Maybe?”

Other-Virgil seemed slightly amused at his inability to remember the exact colour, if the uptick to his lips was any indication, but dutifully selected a few pencils in the blue-green area, as best Scott could tell, and started adding in flecks to the irises.

Seeing his brother come to life from the paper as Other-Virgil added more and more detail with the pencils brought that lump back in his throat, which Scott swallowed around in the hopes of pushing it down before Other-Virgil looked up and noticed.

No such luck, apparently, as brown eyes glanced up at him and gained a sympathetically concerned look.

“Are you okay?” Other-Virgil asked, setting the pencil and board down and twisting to look at him properly.

“I’m fine,” Scott insisted, but he could tell Other-Virgil wasn’t convinced in the slightest.

“You know,” he said gently, “we don’t have to do this all now.”

It was very reminiscent of Other-Gordon’s attitude during their shopping trip, and Scott slouched back on the chair.

“You need to know who you’re looking out for,” he pointed out. “We’ve already established I can’t describe them well enough, so this is the only way we’ve got.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Other-Virgil allowed, “but that doesn’t mean you have to push yourself so hard.”

“They’re my brothers,” Scott snapped back, harsher than he intended. “If they’re somehow here-”

“I understand,” Other-Virgil interjected. Startled at the interruption, Scott’s mouth clicked shut. “Gordon’s right; you’re just like our Scott, and we know how overprotective over us he gets.” A hand landed on his shoulder, and those deep brown eyes searched his. For what, Scott wasn’t sure. “If your brothers are somehow here, we will find them. John’s already listening out, and I’m sure your brothers are smart enough to get themselves somewhere where they can be easily found by the right people. What we’re doing will help, I agree, but if they’re here, it’s not what will find them.”

Scott grit his jaw.

“I have to do something,” he said. A measure of desperation bled through into his voice.

“Look after yourself,” Other-Virgil told him, not unkindly. “That’s what your brothers will want.” Scott looked up at him, startled, and Other-Virgil held his gaze steadily. “I’m sure that, if you’re like Scott, I must be like your brother, too,” he continued. “Look after yourself. Let us help you.”

His hair was different, but his eyes were just the same.

Other-Gordon had said the same thing. Scott wondered if he was in for a similar speech from all of them at one point or another.

“I have to do this,” he said, leaning forwards and gesturing at the still-uncoloured sketches of his three youngest brothers. “I have to.”

Other-Virgil surveyed him for a moment, but must have seen something in his face, because he nodded and pulled his hand back.

“I understand,” he said. “So, would you say we’re done with your John?” He picked up the coloured picture and showed it to Scott.

It was definitely John. The sketch had caught his likeness perfectly, but with the addition of the colours, it was really him.

“Yeah,” he said, around that lump that seemed determined to appear in his throat at any reminder of his brothers. “That’s him.”

Other-Virgil took a moment to look at the finished drawing, and Scott wondered what he was thinking. Whatever thoughts were running through his head, though, he didn’t say them and after a moment set the image aside. It was Virgil’s sketch that he prepped next.

It had to be weird, Scott thought as they started the same process again, for the brown-haired man to know he was colouring in a version of himself from another universe – that hopefully, if Scott really was the only one to have fallen through, he would never meet. Still, Other-Virgil seemed well enough up to the challenge, even if he raised an eyebrow upon Scott’s confirmation that yes, Virgil’s hair was black and not just a very dark brown.

The eyes, at least, were slightly easier. Unlike with Other-John and John, where the former he’d only seen through various sized screens and hadn’t been able to get any real gauge on the exact shade of his eyes, Other-Virgil – as well as Other-Gordon and Other-Alan – had the exact same eyes as Scott’s own brothers.

Other-Virgil, entirely understandably in Scott’s opinion, spent several minutes studying the finished drawing once Scott proclaimed it accurate, but just as with John’s portrait, kept his opinions to himself.

It was dark outside Other-Virgil’s bedroom window by the time all of the sketches were coloured. Instinctively, Scott looked at his wrist for the time, only to be stymied by the analogue dial he’d yet to get anyone to explain to him.

“It’s getting late,” Other-Virgil commented, seemingly only just noticing how dark it was even though he’d turned the lights on about halfway through colouring Alan’s. “Should we show the fellas now or in the morning?”

“Might as well do it now, if they’re still up,” Scott shrugged. “What is the time, anyway?”

“Aren’t you wearing Scott’s watch?” Other-Virgil asked, and Scott sighed.

“Yeah, but I can’t read it,” he admitted. “We haven’t used this system in half a century back home.”

“Do you want me to talk you through it now?” Other-Virgil offered, setting the drawings aside and leaning forwards. “It shouldn’t be too complicated for you, I shouldn’t think.”

Scott glanced down at the dial, taunting him with numbers and spokes he couldn’t quite decipher. “That would help,” he admitted, extending his wrist. “So, what am I looking at here?”

Other-Virgil shuffled closer and caught his forearm to steady it. “Well, each point on the edge of the face are the hours, with twelve at the top, followed by one on the immediate right,” he said, pointing at the points in question. Scott nodded. “The shorter hand is the hour hand, and it points at the hour. If it’s pointing between numbers, like it is right now” – it was between the nine and the ten markers – “the hour is the one it’s passed. That makes it nine, here.” Scott nodded again.

“The other hands,” he started, assuming all of the long thin spokes coming from the centre had the same term. “Minutes and seconds?”

“That’s correct,” Other-Virgil confirmed. “The wider, slower, hand is the minutes. Each hour point is five minutes apart for the minute hand, starting from the top of the dial.”

Scott did a quick count. The minute hand was lurking down by the seven hour point, so that meant, “it’s nine thirty-five?”

“That’s right,” Other-Virgil told him. “But we normally say twenty-five to ten. Once it’s past the half hour, we say ‘to’ the hour, rather than ‘past’ the hour.”

That was unnecessarily complicated, in Scott’s opinion. “I’ll try to remember that,” he said out loud, watching the third, slender, hand move around. That was presumably the second hand. “Seconds are counted the same way as minutes?”

“They are, yes,” he was told, Other-Virgil looking quite pleased. “I didn’t think you’d have any trouble with it. Say, what do you fellas use?” He let go of Scott’s wrist.

“Numbers,” Scott shrugged, letting his hand fall back into his lap. “Computers update the time every second or minute, depending on the clock, so we just have to read out the numbers.”

“Computers do that?” Other-Virgil asked. Scott found himself surprisingly relieved that the other man seemed to at least know what a computer was. “That sounds very complicated for something as simple as keeping time.”

Scott shrugged. “It’s simple enough for us to use,” he said.

“Well, I suppose it’s what you’re used to,” Other-Virgil commented. “The other fellas should still be up, so we can show them the portraits of your brothers now.” Scott watched him gather up the four drawings and made his own way to his feet, putting the chair back in the corner where it had been earlier.

Chapter 15>>>

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #scott tracy #long way from home #jeff tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy #gordon tracy #kyrano #tin-tin kyrano #brains #grandma tracy

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bluerose5 · 3 years

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The Ghost of Paradise (Exile AU)

Chapter 2: By the Minute

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,796

Tags: Mass Effect: Andromeda, Scott Ryder, Reyes Vidal, Reyder, Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Exile, Flirting, Secrets, Complicated Relationships, Eventual Romance, Rivalry, Engineer/Mechanic Scott Ryder, Jealousy

[Read it here as well on ao3.]

“Our agents say that you were speaking with Reyes Vidal at Kralla’s,” Nola said. She didn’t even give Scott a chance to breathe. The second he was through their gates —which were still a work in progress— Scott was ambushed. “Do I even want to know what you have planned?”

Scott grinned at her.

“Why must I always have something planned?” Scott asked. “Reyes is a good friend. For all you know, we could have been catching up over drinks.”

“‘Could have’ doesn’t mean that you were.”

“Fair enough.”

As she fell into step at his side, Nola led him around while they spoke, appraising their growing community with pride.

“Scott, as governor of Paradise, should I not be made aware of any transactions that might affect us?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“Tell me what I need to know then. Nothing more, nothing less.”

As if he could refuse her insistent prodding. Every time he left, he always forgot how relentless she could be upon his return, but only when it pertained to matters that could have both predictable and unforeseen effects in their future.

In a way, Scott was grateful to have someone with that type of dedication on their side. They’re going to need it.

“I swear, it wasn’t anything particularly groundbreaking,” Scott promised. “I gave him some seeds from our latest project in exchange for a long-ranged scanner modification. That’s it.”

“Hmm… A decent enough trade.”

“Glad to have your approval.”

Of course, it was too much to hope that she would leave it at that.

“What is it for?” Nola asked.

Scott knew from experience not to lie to her face.

He sighed. “I’m going to scout out some of the Remnant ruins nearby. See if I can get a read on their bots, or a turret if I’m lucky.”

She cocked her head to the side and considered that for a moment, lips pursed.

“Promise to be careful then. I know you would gladly give your life to protect any of these people, but we don’t need you to throw it away because of pure recklessness,” she reminded him. “If it comes down to an altercation, we would rather have you here than some lousy turret schematics. Besides—” She shrugged. “You would probably be the only one who could make sense of them anyways. You and that stupidly genius brain of yours.”

Scott scoffed, suddenly uncomfortable as he shifted in place.

“Got it from my parents, or so they say.”

Ellen and Alec Ryder. The woman who literally gave her life to perfect biotic implants and the man who created a whole new type of AI. Quite the legacy to live up to.

Good thing Scott wasn’t living his life based on their achievements. Andromeda was a whole different playing field compared to the Milky Way. The work he was doing with Paradise was incredible in its own right. At least, he liked to think so.

If he could change at least one person’s life for the better in Andromeda, then he considered that a success.

Based on the feedback he was receiving from the residents, he was doing a damn good job, and that was enough for him.

But Nola had a point.

People relied on Scott now. As much as he was willing to dive headfirst into danger, he needed to refrain from doing so.

“I’ll be careful,” he promised her. “If things start to go south, I’ll ping you and Nakamoto.”

“Thank you,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Scott hated to worry her so, but there was that one other matter.

“If it’s any consolation to you,” Scott said, trying for a lighter tone yet failing, “Reyes offered to accompany me on the trip.”

Nola stopped short, and Scott skidded to a halt. She narrowed her eyes at him with a sneer curling at her lip.

“No, that is not of any consolation to me. Scott Ryder, you know how he is.”

“Charming and witty?” Scott tried for his best smile, but Nola wasn’t buying into that bullshit, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Flighty and untrustworthy, especially once his back is against the wall.” Then, she amended her statement, taking on a slightly accusatory tone. “That’s assuming you didn’t pay any of his ridiculous service fees.”

“Puh-lease.” Scott chuckled. “If anyone should be spending their credits, Reyes should be the one paying me for my company. I’m a treasure not many can afford.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Nola snorted, “but at least you know your worth.”

“They say that time is money, after all. I’ll make sure to charge him by the minute while we’re together.”

“Please do, and make sure to get a picture of his face once you show him that bill.”

Scott was only happy to see her smile again.

“Will do,” he said.

“While you’re at it, drop a few hints here and there that Paradise might be looking to contract out some exclusive deals with top-rate smugglers. Leave out the ‘top-rate’ part, of course. Can’t have that going to the poor man's head.”

“His ego is already insufferable enough without the compliments,” Scott agreed, “but isn’t the whole point of secrecy for you and I not to draw attention to our connections here?”

“A woman can dream though, can’t she?” Nola sighed.

“So much for Reyes being ‘untrustworthy.’”

Nola didn’t even hesitate, brushing off his attempt to use her words against her.

“Skill is skill, and we don’t exactly have the people or resources to be picky right now. Everything is a commodity on Kadara, even integrity. If he betrays us, we’ll deal with him, simple as that.”

Right.

Still, it was laughable to think that the Charlatan would take on a contract with some of his direct competitors.

Although, that sounds like exactly the type of stunt that Reyes would pull. More than likely, he’d have an ulterior motive for doing so, but Scott could see it happening.

Did he support the idea, though? Definitely not.

“I don’t know,” Scott muttered. “I couldn’t see Reyes limiting his business to one group, especially if we’re only starting to get our feet wet.”

“You would know how he operates better than I, but I suppose that attitude is understandable. Disappointing, but understandable.” Nola grumbled. “Well, if nothing else, tell him the least he could do is give you a discount.”

“Trust me, I’ve been working that angle for a while. No such luck.”

“Greedy bastard.”

As they finished up their routine patrol, they soon switched direction, heading towards Nakamoto's clinic to conclude their meeting. There, Paradise’s leaders convened. They reviewed the requests that their colonists posted on the message boards around the settlement. Together, they decided on what matters they could approve for certain and which ones would be placed on the docket for a community vote. After that, they moved on to logistics, including topics such as requisitions and inventory.

To draw the meeting to a close, Nola relayed their latest numbers for colonial development. Water production was steady. However, food stores would be struggling soon to keep up with the recent influx of residents, so security personnel and all of those who knew their way around a gun were strongly encouraged to increase hunting and foraging activities while out on patrols or while performing their daily tasks. A roster will be posted on the local message boards to look for volunteers who would like to fill a full-time hunter-gatherer role.

Hopefully, what few angaran scientists they had amongst their people would be able to process their first batch of nutrient paste after their next harvest. It wasn’t exactly the tastiest solution available, but it was a necessary one if they were to survive.

In terms of population, there was a rapid spike in enrollment when word spread that Paradise actually got shit done and held true to their promises, but they expected the effect to eventually plateau once people settled in. Angara enrollment was up at the moment, especially after Scott appointed Nola as governor, and they have even seen a few Initiative members join up, having made the journey all the way from the Nexus to be reunited with friends, family, and loved ones.

Scott asked that they spread word for people to be warm and welcoming. The request probably wasn’t necessary, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Their community would make no friends by tearing people apart, and they prided themselves on being close and tight-knit.

It was important that they not only claimed to be but that they acted like it as well, backing up their words with actions.

Security assignments were then posted. Patrols would have to be upped to make up for an increase that they were seeing with gang-related attacks. Once automated security measures were in place, they would revisit the matter in order to assess which sectors needed heightened security. Emergency drills would be held at the end of the week.

With all of their needs addressed, Nola called the meeting to a close.

Once the meeting was adjourned, Scott approached Nola and their Head of Security, requesting a full census to be done within a day's time. Scott needed names, numbers, faces. Each citizen’s profile needed to be updated within their database.

If Scott was going to make an effective defense matrix for the colony, then he would prefer to program an IFF system that only a select few could remotely activate. For the system to work as intended, all of the colonists' photo IDs and biometric profiles would need to be kept current and constantly updated in real-time.

Nola promised to see to it that Scott got what he needed, shooing him off.

Apparently, he was hovering, but Scott could take a hint. He could tell when he was no longer needed, and he knew that Nola worked best when he wasn’t constantly worrying after her like a mother hen.

Departing from the settlement, Scott cloaked himself the second he went beyond the boundaries of their walls.

He was almost halfway back to Port when he received a message from Reyes. Figuring that he was in the clear, Scott made sure that the coast was clear before deactivating his cloak.

Pulling up his omni-tool’s interface, Scott opened the message. Along with it, there was a set of coordinates, sent from Reyes’s location.

R: Think I’m ready to cash in on those shuttle repairs. Wouldn’t mind the company right about now.

Scott’s fingers hovered above the holographic keys, contemplating his next move before deciding to hell with it.

S: Miss me that much?

R: Am I that obvious?

He didn’t even give Scott a chance to reply before he sent another message.

R: If it’s still in question though, let me put it bluntly.

R: I want to see you.

Scott pursed his lips, cursing his stupid heart for racing in response.

S: Give me a few. I’ll be there.

R: I’ll be looking forward to it.

Before he could embarrass himself, Scott closed out his messages. He quickly made his way to Port, grabbing his bag of tools and gear before venturing back out into the badlands.

From there, Scott followed the coordinates to a cliff, overlooking a nearby valley. The sun was slowly but surely sinking down over the horizon, lightning up the sky in array of pinks and oranges and reds.

Reyes was already waiting for him by the time he arrived, the shuttle powered down for the moment.

However, the second Scott noticed that Reyes was facing away from him, he instantly slowed his walk to a crawl. He bent his knees into a slight crouch and shifted his weight with each step, toe to heel as he snuck his way up behind him.

“You look like you’re waiting for someone.”

Scott delighted in watching him him jump in shock, only to have a blade at his throat in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Reyes realized who it was, all the blood drained from his face.

“S–Scott!”

Hands raised in surrender, Scott raised an eyebrow at him incredulously.

“You know, I was kind of expecting a warmer welcome,” he admitted, careful of the firaan's sharp edge. Keema must have given it to him. “Have to say, though, would it be weird if I was a little turned on right now?”

Reyes scoffed.

Trailing the blade along the outline of his throat, Scott swallowed thickly when he eventually felt its pointed tip press underneath his chin. Reyes tilted it up, and Scott followed, lest he risk being cut.

Their eyes met, and Reyes smirked.

Bastard was toying with him.

Retracting his knife, Reyes sheathed the firaan while Scott tried to catch his breath. The goosebumps left behind in the dagger's wake soon receded, yet a warm heat lingered.

“Tsk.” Reyes huffed at him. “Ryder—”

Uh-oh, back to last name basis. From experience, that meant trouble.

“You know better than to sneak up on me!” Reyes scolded.

“I do,” Scott said, not even afraid to acknowledge it, “but I love getting a rise out of you.”

“What if I would have hurt you?”

“But you didn’t.”

Scowling, Reyes placed his hands on his hips. Shaking his head, he pinched at the bridge of his nose.

“Scott, what the hell am I going to do with you?” he asked, releasing his nose, half-fond and half-frustrated.

“I’m sure we could think of something.”

Reyes hummed in agreement, watching Scott approach the shuttle with his bag tossed over his shoulder. He dropped it to the ground, then immediately got to work.

Watching him closely, Reyes leaned against the side of his shuttle with a thoughtful look.

“Maybe I could take you on a date?”

While Reyes tried to sound confident, his attempt ultimately failed. Instead of forming the words into a bold offer, they fell flat, sounding more like an uncertain question.

Scott stopped what he was doing. He spared Reyes a brief glance, only to return his attention to the task at hand, hiding his flushed face.

“Wouldn’t Zia disapprove?” Scott asked, being rougher than necessary as he practically took apart the control panel.

Envy curled inside him, spreading like an infection through his bloodstream. There was a sharp squeeze around his heart as it was encased in the feeling.

Reyes called him out on it, way too perceptive for his own good.

“Ryder, are you jealous?” Reyes chuckled.

Scott glared, causing him to throw his hands up in surrender.

“Just asking.”

“And if I am?” Scott retorted.

“Then I’d have to put your mind at ease.”

“It’s really none of my busin—”

Reyes closed the distance between them. Reaching out, he cupped Scott’s cheek, brushing his thumb along his bottom lip. Weak as he was, Scott leaned into his touch for a split second. His eyes threatened to flutter closed, but he had to remain firm about this one matter, if nothing else.

As he started to pull away, Reyes said, “There is nothing going on between Zia and I.” Scott froze into place. “We went out for drinks a few times, nothing more.”

“You swear?” Scott asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I swear.” His voice grew heated, impassioned. “I might be a bad man when it comes to many things, but I wouldn’t ever lie about that to you.”

Scott considered that before replying, “Well, like I said—” He cleared his throat, eyes averted. “ It’s not really any of my business, so I don’t know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried.”

He trailed off, uncertain why he was acting that way.

Reyes furrowed his brow.

“No need to be sorry. If you had crossed a line, then I would have said so.”

“Even then, you’re not mine. Your relationships are your own.”

“I could be.”

Scott regarded him skeptically.

“Could be what?”

“Yours,” Reyes answered instantly, staring intently at Scott. “Just say the word.”

If only they weren’t both keeping secrets from each other at the moment, then Scott might take him up on that.

Turns out, being with the Charlatan would be a huge conflict of interests. Who could’ve guessed?

Silence settled between them. It was as if the whole world was awaiting Scott’s answer with bated breath. Time itself seemed to stand still in anticipation.

“I—” He struggled to find the right words. “Give me time.”

That’s all he could ask.

Reyes’s hopeful expression fell, and that alone felt like a stab to the chest. Scott's breathing trembled a little, as if it was becoming difficult to continue drawing in one breath after another.

God, he didn’t want to hurt him, but neither of them could really afford to rush into things half-cocked.

Scott copied his earlier gesture, reaching out to cup Reyes’s cheek. The change was almost instantaneous, how the tension drained away, only for Reyes to melt into Scott’s touch. He leaned into his hand, starved for affection.

Scott swallowed thickly, unable to pull away, let alone take his eyes off of him for even a second.

“All I ask is that you give me time,” Scott repeated. “That’s not a ‘no.’ I just need to think a few things over, iron out a few details.”

Reyes listened, then agreed.

“Alright.” He pulled away with a small, private smile. “As if I could deny anyone such a reasonable request, especially you.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Returning his attention to the shuttle, Scott got back to work. After all, he didn’t want to neglect the poor bird, and it appeared that the shuttle was in desperate need of a little TLC.

His diagnostics only confirmed his suspicions.

When a couple of sparks resulted from his prodding, Scott chastised Reyes for mistreating their baby. Reyes grew defensive, both of them falling back to old habits as they bickered.

This was the type of work that Scott did on the Nexus after he got sidelined and shafted. Systems repairs, shuttle repairs, routine maintenance… That sorta thing.

It was how he met Reyes to begin with. Few pilots had the energy to hang around and talk shop with Scott while he worked, especially since a lot of them had only recently returned from failed colonization efforts. Understandably, most people didn’t want to entertain idle conversation after watching their friends die out in the field.

That was fine by Scott, but Reyes had always gone out of his way —even then— to make sure that Scott had anything and everything that he needed.

They might have taken his shuttle out on a few joyrides together, gotten in trouble for wasting fuel, but Scott wouldn’t trade that time they spent together for anything in the galaxy.

Even now, it felt natural to settle back into their old routine. While Scott worked, Reyes watched, and they talked about anything and everything.

Time passed, and Scott only got deeper into the repairs and modifications. Despite the setting sun, he still broke a sweat, a light sheen glistening upon his skin.

Eventually, he had to take off his shirt, leaving him in a plain tank top that quickly got dirty along with his hands.

Swiping at the perspiration beading at his hairline, Scott grunted as he came to a stopping point for now. He reached for his bag, but what he was seeking wasn’t there.

“Shit.”

Turning towards Reyes, Scott huffed at him.

The bastard wasn’t even trying to hide his staring. Face flushed, he was biting teasingly at his bottom lip, brown eyes dark as he watched Scott through a hooded gaze.

Getting to his feet, Scott crossed his arms over his chest.

“See something you like?”

“Definitely.”

“You’re shameless.” Scott shook his head in disbelief, tsking under his breath. “You’re just as bad as that one time when Gil Brodie asked for a ‘second opinion’ on some fix he made. Turns out, I ended up doing almost all of the work while he sat back and watched.”

“Smart man,” Reyes noted, giving Scott a thorough once-over. “This Gil must have great tastes.”

Scott snorted.

“Flattery will get you nowhere. If you really want to make me happy, then you would grab your water bottle for me.”

“Did you forget yours?” Reyes asked, slightly concerned. After all, being caught out in the badlands without water was just asking for dehydration or heat stroke.

Nevertheless, he got the bottle for him. Scott placed his hands over Reyes’s, shrugging with a flustered blush.

“Yeah,” Scott sighed. “I thought I had packed it! I don’t know where it could’ve wandered off to.”

“Perhaps you were in a bit of a rush to get here,” Reyes said, trailing off suggestively.

Scott figured that he would allow that.

“Perhaps,” he agreed, “but what else do I keep you around for, if not the water? You wouldn’t want the guy repairing your shuttle to get dehydrated, right?” Scott smirked. “I could get delirious, and it would be very unfortunate if I just so happened to forget to install an essential component.”

Reyes gasped dramatically, relinquishing the water to Scott, who was quick to take a swig.

“You always have to watch out for the pretty ones,” Reyes grumbled. “Always causing trouble, keeping secrets…”

There it was again. That sense of knowing , that sense that both of them were holding something back. It was left unsaid. Neither confronted the other about it, but they knew that the secrets were there.

Before the sudden lag in conversation could get too awkward, Scott took another swig of water and asked, “So, you think I’m pretty?”

Reyes chuckled, glad for the change of subject.

“Kian seems to think so,” he muttered. Leave it to him to avoid the question. “He keeps asking when you’re going to start working for him at Tartarus.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“As a dancer?” He had to make sure he was hearing right.

“Yep.”

“Could you imagine?” Scott scoffed. “Me, shaking my ass for money? A tempting offer. It would probably be more profitable than the odd jobs I take on here and there, but I think I’m fine where I’m at.”

“Damn,” Reyes sighed, “what a shame.”

Scott raised an eyebrow in his direction.

“You saying you would have come to watch me?”

“Not only that, but I would have paid to watch you,” Reyes said, “especially if I could have gotten a private show out of it.”

Scott tried to imagine it, grinning in spite of himself.

“What’s so funny?” Reyes wondered.

“Nothing, nothing,” Scott said, brushing off his concern. “That just made me remember a thought that I had earlier.”

“What about?”

“Oh, you know.” Scott gestured vaguely. “Just that I should start charging you a fee for when we spend time together.”

Reyes winked at him.

“It would be worth every credit.”

#mass effect #mass effect andromeda #scott ryder #reyes vidal #reyder #mreyder #my writing #my fanfic #scott ryder x reyes vidal #exile au #hopefully tumblr doesn't screw with the order of my paragraphs again :/

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Impulsive Decisions (Breanna x Jackson) | Modern Orc Boyfriend x Human Witch Woman

Hello hello!

Here is a hetero NSFW orc boyfriend story, featuring a human plus size woman witch and an orc named Jackson!

I couldn’t figure out how to photoshop the tempting rugby player photographed green (what a problem to have), so use your imagination. <3

Details: This is a reader insert story, but I do name the character becuase I find “Y/N” distracting.

Word Count: 6,305 [800 ish is smut]

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You blew your hair out of your face, pushing through the kitchen doors into the dining area. You normally didn’t work lunches, as you were taking computer science classes at the local university. Classes made the lunch shift nearly impossible, but you were on break between spring and summer courses.

Walking through the packed dining room, you mentally noted to avoid taking lunch rushes during the future. You definitely preferred the more relaxed pace of the dinner shift. The lunch shift seemed mostly made up of patrons who were on a time crunch for their lunch hour. You winced as their stressed energy grated against your Senses.

“Here you are,” you said to one of your tables, putting down your tray. The guests smiled at you and continued talking animatedly to one another, they all seemed to be friends. Their energy was open, fun and a little mischievous.

Vinnie’s attracted a more diverse set than other restaurants, and the table sat a good assortment of humanoids – a half-orc, a tiefling, a human (probably a witch by the tattoos) and a minotaur.

“Did you see that Jackson Scott is here?!” the tiefling whispered to the table. “I can’t believe we’re lunching where JACKSON SCOTT lunches! Wasn’t he just declared one of the riches men in Boston by The Globe?”

You raised your eyebrows at that. Vinnie’s was a nice restaurant, but it wasn't nice nice, like 5 dollar signs on Yelp! nice. What was he doing here?

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” you asked the table. The minotaur asked for another side of Mayo. “I’ll go snag that for you and be right back,” you said, mentally noting what drinks needed to be filled.

Turning to go back into the kitchen you heard a crash in a far corner. Looking over, you saw that it belonged to one of your BFFs, Jill, who was red-faced and mopping up what looked to be marinara sauce around a really pissed off orc. Jill is a slight dryad, and you could feel her stress emanating at you.

Striding over, you slapped on your best Hospitality Smile, ready to flex your energetic charms as an empath to diffuse the situation. You strided over, noting that the patron was seated in what the staff called the “Do Not Disturb” table, that was situated behind potted plants and in an alcove.

Well, at least other patrons wouldn’t be able to gawk at the lot of you.

As you neared, you realized why he was seated at the DND table. Oh fuck. He was a VIP.

It was, of course, Jackson Scott. Jill had a knack for ticking off the wrong customers. He was ripped, with the kind of body that would make Jason Moma ask for workout tips. Beautiful tusks and a real energy of “fucking pissed off” about him. Nearing 7 feet tall with dark hair, he was seated in one of the special chairs designed to withstand a taller being.

“Hello,” you said greeting him. “We’re so terribly sorry for the accident. We’ll of course cover the dry cleaning bill and help you get into different clothes. We can send you home with a take out order and a giftcard on the house? We’ll cover the Uber, so you can get changed?”

“This,” he grit out, gesturing to his linen suit, “is bespoke. And ruined. Do you intend to cover the cost of a new summer suit?”

Um, no, the restaurant probably couldn’t cover a suit that would cover six months of rent. Seeing your hesitation, his frustration grew.

“Look, I came here for a quiet lunch between meetings, and if I had known the staff was so incompetent,” he said, looking at Jill, “then I definitely would’ve gone elsewhere. Do you typically keep on staff that are so bad at their jobs?”

Oh, no he fucking did NOT. Jill was one of their best servers! Accidents happen!!

“Jill is one of our best staff members, and we so apologize for this accident,” you said, upping your mental defenses, just in case his energy became more aggressive. “We have an excellent dry cleaner, and I so appreciate you helping us get this sorted out,” you said. Sometimes thanking someone for being on your side helped them actually be on your side.

Seeing your words had no effect, you let out a trickle of an calm energy to the restaurant.

Unfortunately, that little oomph of calm you tried to use totally backfired. His tension ratcheted up. Your Hospitality Smile vanished right off your face.

“Are you fucking magicking me?” he grit out, shoving his chair back from the table.

Technically, no. You were magicking yourself and the energy around you, but you didn’t think he’d see it that way.

Desperately trying to figure out how to fix a situation that had totally gotten out of hand, you saw Gio, Vinnie’s son, headed towards them. Oh, thank god. Vinnie was human, and he was able to effortlessly engage with all types of beings.

Gio arrived on the scene, strategically placing himself so that Jackson had to move a bit to address him, shielding their party from prying eyes.

“What seems to be the problem here, Jackson?” he asked, addressing the Orc.

“Your staff is fucking incompetent and magicking patrons, Gio,” he bit out. “What kind of restaurant did I just put money into?”

At the word “money,” you looked at Jill, shocked.

“I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding,” shared Gio. “Breanna would never magick a customer, and her magick doesn’t even work that way –”

“Wait a moment,” you interjected. “He bought Vinne’s?!”

Jackson shifted his attention to you, realizing he had two shit shows on his hands. “I mean, he’s more of an investor–”

Well, crap. Spilling marinara sauce on one of Boston’s elite was bad. Ruining the suit of an investor was even worse. This could be disastrous for Jill.

Glancing at Jill’s face, you realized she had figured out the same thing.

Chewing your lip, your mind raced. BAM! You had a solution. Jill really fucking needed this job and, you, well, didn’t. The restaurant was trying to expand, and needed capital. Telling Jackson Scott to fuck off wasn’t an option.

You knew what you had to do.

Turning back on your Hospitality Smile, you turned to the Orc. Jackson. “Mr. Scott,” you said smoothly. “I so apologize for your experience today at Vinne’s. This is not the kind of service our staff is trained to give. Because I trained Jill, I take full responsibility for this issue. Faulty training isn’t up to our standards at Vinnie’s, so I’ll be replaced.”

You then took off your apron, and handed it to Gio. You then took out your mini-wallet that held your license, credit card and a few business cards. You peeled off one of your business cards.

“If you’ll please send the bill to the email address on that card, I’ll be happy to reimburse you.” You handed it to a stunned Jakson Scott.

The three of them stared at you.

“Miss, wait, I think there’s been a misunderstanding –” Jackson started.

“No, no totally my fault,” you said with your Hospitality Smile, emanating graciousness and competence. This needed to work. If he asked Gio to fire Jill, Gio would probably have to. Although to be honest, if a prejudiced Orc now owned the restaurant – excuse you, invested in it – you weren’t sure how long Jill would have a job.

“I’ll let Gio sort out your Uber and meal. Have a great rest of your day, Mr. Scott.”

And then you spun on your heel on and left the dining room, headed to the staff room to grab your bag. You felt hot tears at the back of your eyes as you walked back. No. You would not cry. You kept your Hospitality Smile firmly in place.

The people at Vinnie’s were your family, the only family that mattered. You knew you weren’t going to work here for the rest of your life, but you for sure thought you’d finish your degree before leaving. And even then you had planned to work the odd weekend shift or get more involved in the back office.

But Gio and Vinnie had been looking for an investor for ages, needing cold hard cash to update the restaurant and expand to another location, for Gio to fully run. They needed Jackson Scott. More than they needed you.

You grabbed your purse, dropping off a side of Mayo and a refill on the Iced Tea at your table, before heading out. “Another server will be taking over for me,” you told them smoothly.

You left out the front doors, and you didn’t start crying until you were a few buildings down the sidewalk.

* * * *

You wake up the next morning, blearily scrubbing your hands over your itchy and puffy eyes. What a crappy evening that had been.

You’d spent the evening googling the heck out of Jackson Scott. He was an MIT grad, and he had built and sold several technology companies, and he was an investor in a variety of industries. Photos showed him with his large clan, and he seemed involved in a good amount of charities.

Studying his photos last night, you could NOT get over how good looking he was. He was broad shouldered with muscles, he had a rugby player’s build. His gleaming tusks curved over his upper lip. Dark forest green eyes and great bone structure.

Plus, he had recently had an interview in GQ, and the stylist had had fun with a few shots – Mr. Scott was apparently a Calvin's briefs kind of guy. If those briefs (and what was likely under them) had made their way through your dreams, you couldn’t be blamed! You couldn’t control your subconscious!

He probably had a good PR team, but your Senses told you that this wasn’t the type of guy to make a scene at a restaurant. But he had made a scene, and you had had to quit.

You rummage around to try to find your phone in your bed, eventually snagging it.

*** 47 Notifications ***

You groan to yourself.

You’d turned your phone on airplane mode as soon as you left the restaurant, and promptly carbo-loaded as soon as you got to your apartment.

Sighing, you went to the kitchen to make some coffee. As it started brewing, you began cleaning up after last night’s pity party, loading your dishwasher and wiping down the counter.The buzzer on your apartment rang.

**** BZZZZZZT ****

You ignored it.

**** BZZZZZZT ****

Go away!” you said aloud.

Couldn’t the world respect your need to mope?!?!

**** BZZZZZZT ****

The buzzing became more insistent.

**** BZZZZZZT ****

You harrumphed and walked over to the speaker, pressing the button. “I’m not in the mood to see anyone today!” you snarked into it.

“Ms. Alexander, I apologize for disturbing you,” said the voice of the and only Jackson Scott. “We had a terrible misunderstanding yesterday, and I’d like to meet with you to remedy it as soon as possible.”

Your mouth dropped open in surprise. What in the actual hell?!“How do you know where I live?!” you said tersely into the speaker. Surely this asshat had something better to do than creep on chubby witches?!

He cleared his throat into the speaker. “Ahem, well, yes I may have glanced in your personnel file. I grew worried last night when you didn’t answer messages from myself or Gio.”

You opened your mouth to speak. Closed it. Opened it.

Feeling like a fish, you cast your eyes desperately around.

Pressing on, he said, “Would you be amenable to a breakfast meeting? Or a lunch meeting? I have to go run a few errands, and then I could meet you at that little cafe down the street in two hours?”

Realizing he was determined to meet with you, yet respecting your boundaries by asking you to a public place, you decided to cut him some slack.

You pressed the buzzer. “Okay sure. I’ll see you there in two hours.”

“Great, thank you for being so accommodating,” he quickly replied. “I’ll see you there soon.”

As soon as the crackle of the speaker stopped, you were seized with a terrible realization.

You were going to brunch with Jackson Scott, and you had no idea what to wear.

************************

One hour and fifty-three minutes later, you were waiting outside the cafe. After agonizing over outfits, ou had gone for what you hoped was chic casual, high waisted jeans and a front tucked white cotton button down with keds. You put your long hair in a messy bun, braiding a headband to make it clear you put in effort – but not so much that you cared too much.

You went up to put your name on the list, “Hi, table for two? For Breanna?” The place was packed, and you weren’t sure how long the wait would be.

“Breanna Alexander?” the human hostess asked you. .

“Uhh, yeah?”

“Right this way please.”

She took you to the back garden, where tables were interspersed in amongst raised flower beds. The flower beds gave the feeling that each table was in its own garden, and also made the air smell divine.

You loved this cafe.

Turning a corner, you could see Jackson Scott seated at a table (in a corner, of course). He was almost too tall for the chair, one leg crossed flat over the other. He wore casual dark jeans and a light gray hoodie sweater.

You brought up your Senses, shielding yourself from any aggressive energy that may come your way.

You got to the table, and he stood to greet you. The hostess placed some menus down, murmuring something you didn’t catch.

“Thank you for meeting me,” he said, his hand outstretched for a professional handshake. He seemed earnest and a little nervous.

“Well, I was a little worried you would stay outside of my building until I did,” you joked lightly, stretching out a hand and clasping his.

His hand engulfed yours. Oh dear.

He warmly grasped your hand, and then released it. You put your bag down, and then sat.

Okayyyyyy, you said to yourself. This is a professional breakfast meeting. You need to make sure you call him on his shitty behavior, keep it together and not drool.

He cleared his throat. “I want to start this out right. First of all, I want to apologize for my terrible behavior yesterday. This has been a month from hades, but that’s no excuse for howI acted. I apologized and made amends with Jill and Gio.”

Oh god is this going to be a non-apology? Wait, why had this been a month from hell?

“And now, I’d like to apologize to you,” he said looking deep into your eyes.

He looked at you steadily.

“I am so sorry for what occurred yesterday. I am sorry that you felt you had to quit your job to help resolve the mess, and I deeply admire your quick thinking in a tough situation. However, I’m not the kind of Orc who would expect or demand someone to quit over an accident. I know Gio has reached out to you to be clear your job is still yours if you want it, and I wanted to meet with you in-person to promise that I would not behave that way in the future.”

He finished and looked at you, waiting. You lowered the defenses a bit on your Senses, to try to get an idea of how sorry he was.

His energy was truly apologetic, truly apologetic. You were getting embarrassment, self-consciousness and a good bit of hope from him.

Just then, the waitress came by. “Have you decided what you’re having?” she asked, looking at you.

You hadn’t even looked at the menu.

“Can you give us another few moments?”

“Sure!” she said brightly. “I’ll just bring around some coffee if that’s okay?”

You nodded and then looked at Jackson.

“Have you had the waffles?” he asked. “Not that I’m biased or anything, but I think the combination of sugar and carbs could help put you in a more forgiving mood.” His eyes sparkled at you with humor.

“Or a food coma,” you joked back.

Now that the tension had eased a bit, you realized you didn’t really hate him. His apology had been full and fair, and hadn’t been one of those half-ass apologies you were used to the men in your life making. Aaaand, truth be told, you probably should’ve offered to quit and let him get a few words in, before marching out of Vinnie’s yesterday. You could be a tad impulsive.

“There’s no need for waffles to inspire forgiveness,” you said to him. “You acted like a total asshat, but I really appreciate you going above and beyond to fix things.”

His shoulders relaxed. “It’s good to hear that,” he said. “Do you want to look over the menu? I know what I’m ordering.”

“Me too,” you said instantly.

“Waffles?”

“No, pancakes! Which are better in every way.”

This then sparked a debate about breakfast foods, which turned into you talking about food in general and travel. Jackson was really smart and witty, and he was so fun to talk to.

As the meal winded down, you realized that you didn’t want brunch to end. You really liked spending time with him. And looking at him.

“So, there was another reason I was hoping to talk to you,” he shared, as the waitress took away the plates. His energy wavered, and you could tell this was important to him. “I invested in Vinnie’s because it’s one of the only restaurants in the city that accommodates different species, and I wanted to help grow that.”

You nodded. This was one of the many reasons you loved working there.

He continued. “That said, there have been limitations. Species that aren’t as humanoid, say Driders for example, are welcome to come – but the staff has to move around furniture and it can make booking complicated. Many beings want to come, but are worried about putting the staff out by having them have to go through extra work. I know you’re studying computer science, so I was hoping we could design some sort of online reservation system – like an app – that would help us better plan for and accommodate different beings. Someone could book through the app, and their profile would signal staff as to what changes need to be made. There’s a lot of kinks to work out – wait, before I go on, is that something you’d be interested in?”

Wow, you were NOT expecting this. You did have experience in app design, and you could probably license an existing reservation platform and modify it to your needs. Your mind starting whirling.

“Breanna..?” he asked, uncertain as to what you were gonna say.

“Oh, sorry!” you said, your face scrunching in embarrassment. “I would be absolutely LOVE to work with you on this project. How do we get started? How do you see this working, from a meetings and timeline perspective?”

His energy perked immediately, and you could feel his excitement.

“Well, we’d have to start with user interviews….”

****

About a month later, part of your apartment was covered in frameworks and sketches. Jackson had given you a small team to lead, and you were having a blast learning how to delegate different parts of the platform to the other freelance contractors on the project - as well as learning a lot in the coding and design portion. Jackson was pretty involved, meeting with you throughout the week and staying updated on progress.

Jackson acted more like a collaborator than a boss, trusting your experience and know-how. But, technically, he was your boss (client?) as he was approving your invoices for freelance development.

And you had a giant huge crush on him. You’d been having steamy daydreams about him for weeks, many of which involved you, him, the restaurant and a variety of sexual positions involving the bar.

Luckily he was an Orc with zero empathic abilities, or this would be really awkward. Guys like Jackson Scott did not go for chubby computer nerds, they dated, like, supermodels. Or high powered business women. Or high powered business women who were ALSO supermodels.

UGH.

Your pity party was interrupted by your phone chiming, and you jumped to grab it. You had assigned a specific ringtone to Jackson. You told yourself it was because this was your first fully professional project, but the butterflies in your stomach said differently. In a positively Pavlovian move, you scampered over to your phone, eager to see what it said.

Hey, Breanna – I’m going to need to move our meeting next week. I have to go out of town.

Ugh. Probably to take his supermodel-tycoon girlfriend on a trip.

The phone chimed again.

A screenshot of his calendar popped up.

Is there a time you see free that would work for us to meet? I realize it’s a lot to ask, but maybe in the evening?

Shoot. Looking at his schedule you realized your classes, study nights and group project meetings all happened when he was free.

The only time he was and you were free was tomorrow night, which was a Friday night.

Hey, no problem! You texted back. Our schedules almost totally clash, unfortunately. IDK if this works for you, but I could do tomorrow night? I realize you probably have some event or probably forgot to put something on your calendar, but I can move my Netflix marathon to a different night.

You sent it without thinking, then read it back as you waited for him to reply. Reading back over it, you groaned.

Great. You had just told Jackson Scott you had no life. You usually kept Friday night free to decompress, socializing on Saturday night or during the weekend.

Then another, even worse thought hit you. What if he thought you were trying to finagle this into a DATE?!

Nope, nothing on Friday night! He replied.

Thank all the gods.

Would you prefer to meet at the office? My home office? Wherever works for you.

Eugh, go into an office building on a Friday evening? No thanks. But also you were pretty sure you’d feel super nervous and out of sorts at his home. You didn't know what his setup would be like, and you’d probably get all jittery worrying about his tech working or having a whiteboard to brainstorm on or or or

Then it hit you. He could just come to your place. You had everything here already, and your walls were practically ready for a presentation. You had met with a few of the other contractors in your apartment, Skyping in the others who didn’t live in the city.

Would you be okay to come to my place? I already have everything taped up, gantt charts and all. You texted back, knowing it was definitely the best solution for you.

Sure! He instantly replied.

We could do a 6-9pm meeting? Order takeout and eat while we work?

Perfect! You replied. Just no waffles. ;)

****

“This is not a date,” you told your reflection sternly to your reflection in the mirror. “This is a professional project update. You are a professional. You are a leading business woman.”

You jabbed your finger at your reflection for emphasis.

“You are an empowered and capable business woman!”

**** BZZZZZZT ****

It was show time.

“Come on up,” you said through the speaker.

In a few moments, Mr. Jackson Scott was in your kitchen.

Righto.

“Hey,” he said. He swung his laptop bag off his shoulder and put it on the counter. Your mouth went dry seeing his shoulder muscles flex as he put it down. He wore his usual uniform of dark jeans and a button down dress shirt. You were wearing a jersey jumpsuit, your hair in a high ponytail.

“Food should be here any minute. I realized it would be faster if we had it delivered instead of me picking it up.”

“That makes sense,” you said. “Do you want to jump on in or should we wait for food to get here?”

**** BZZZZZZT ****

“Never mind,” you said with a laugh, and a few moments later you were dumping chow-mein onto a plate. You used your counter as a table, him on one side and you on the other, as your table was covered with project materials.

You chatted with him comfortably about school and Vinnie’s while you ate, and he told you some funny stories about his nieces and nephews. Whipping out his phone, he started showing you pictures.

“This is Carrie learning how to hula hoop,” he said laughing, swiping through photos of an adorable orc kiddo, who looked to be about 7-years-old. She was gleefully laughing in the photo, and she seemed pretty proud of herself.

“She’s so cute!” you exclaimed.

Just then a bubble notification appeared at the top of his screen. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes darted up to the top of the screen.

Just make a move already, dude!

Then another bubble

Just be honest with her, she’s not going to think you’re a creep…..

Then another bubble popped up

Waiting until the app is done isn’t gonna work, because it’s gonna need updates. It won’t ever be totally….. [read more]

Jackson made a choking noise, then pushed the lock button his phone, putting it facedown on the countertop. You stared at it. Why was his friend talking about making a move and their app…?

Oh.

Your face felt hot. Oh goddess, were you blushing? You bet you looked like a tomato right now. Your eyes met his.

He cleared his throat.

“So, um, this was not how I wanted to have this conversation,” he said, sheepishly running his hand through his hair. There were those dang arm muscles again.

“I didn’t want to say anything, because it puts you in a really awkward spot if you’re not interested in me, too.”

He glanced down at his phone. “But, since we’re here, I guess I’ll just try to be an honest adult about this.”

“‘I’m, uh, really into you. Like really into you. and I’m really attracted to you. You’re smart, gorgeous, funny, and I love spending time with you. I’d like to date, if, um, well, you’d be interested in seeing where this goes…?”

Your brain had fitzed out. Date Jackson Scott? Jackson Scott thought you were gorgeous?

Your daydreams and, ahem, sex dreams came running through your mind. Spending time with Jackson? Talking with him more? Kissing Jackson? Getting naked with Jackson? Sucking Jackson off on the bar at Vinnie’s–

“Breanna?” he asked. “If you need some time to think about this, I can totally go..? We can reschedule?”

You snapped back to the present, where real sexy-ass Jackson Scott had just told you he was into you.

“Oh, um, no! I’m sorry, I spaced out for a minute imagining jumping your bones. I’d love to, um, date you.”

His face broke out in a grin. “Jump my bones, huh?”

You felt your face return to its previous tomato state.

“Sorry, I definitely need to do a better job of thinking before I speak –”

He came around the counter, standing in front of you. “No, I think you did a pretty good job of stating your position,” he said, bending down a bit, so that his mouth was about an inch away fro yours. “I’m up for whatever you’re up for.”

Galvanized by his lips so close to yours, you leaned up into him. You kissed him hard, standing up and leaning into him. His hands came around you, starting at your waist.

You arched your back into him, going on your tip toes to get his hands to go a bit lower. He obliged, kneading your lower back as he tongued your mouth. His hands went lower, cupping your ass cheeks.

Needing to feel him against you, you jumped up on the counter, wrapping your legs around his torso. You had fantasized about this so many times, and you ached to just rub yourself on him. You loved the feeling of rubbing your clit over jeans.

He gasped into your mouth as he felt you grind your pussy over his crotch. “I’ve wanted to feel that for so long,” he said, panting and kissing his way along your neck.

“Mmmm, me too,” you moaned as he nipped where your neck met your shoulder.

Your breasts felt heavy, your nipples aching as they rubbed through your lacy bralette against his chest. God you really wanted his hands on your nipples.

You tore at the top of your jumpsuit, pulling it off your shoulders so you could feel his mouth on your breasts. He kissed the newly exposed skin of your shoulders as you shrugged out of it, his hot mouth making you ever more wet.

His hands traced along the edges of your bralette, teasing you. “Jackson,” you whined.

“Oh, am I allowed to see what’s under here?” he lightly teased you, as you writhed under his caresses.

“Yes, please,” you whined. “I need to feel your mouth on me–”

He shoved down your bralette, exposing your breasts. Your nipples were completely erect. He tweaked one breast and drew his mouth over the other. Sucking and nibbling your breast, you moaned low for him.

“Oh my god, just like that, please, oh my god I need more –”

“What do you need baby, tell me what you need,” he murmured.

“Harder, I need you to bite harder” you said, ending your words in a wail as he bit your nipple harder and twisted the other one.

“Oh FUCK,” you moaned, feeling an orgasm begin to build.

“Please, my pussy,” you whined, and his hand dipped down to your crotch.

“You want my fingers inside of you?” he murmured, his hand cupping you.

“Yes, please, fuck me, fuck me hard!”

He moved away from you, swiftly pulling off the rest of your jumpsuit in one fell swoop.

“You’re so wet for me baby,” he crooned in your ear, slipping a finger inside. “I can’t wait to have you ride my face. I can’t wait to feel you ride my cock.”

His finger pumped in and out of you. He added a second finger, looking at your reaction. “More, please!” you begged.

He added a third finger, and you could feel your juices running down your thighs.

“Please Jackson, please!! Fuck me hard!”

He growled, his chest rumbling. “Oh, I’ll fuck you hard, baby,” he said. He pistoned his hand in and out of you, and you met every thrust. Your orgasm built up inside of you, and he masterfully brought you to the edge, once and then twice – backing off before you could orgasm.

“Jackson, please!” you wailed.

“Please, what, baby?” he asked, grinning down at you as he continued fucking your pussy.

“Please make me cum!!”

His grin broadened, and he increased the speed. “Like that, baby? You want it like that?”

“Yes!” you screamed, the sound cut off as his mouth covered yours. You felt your pussy convulse around his hand, and you bucked with pleasure.

Wow.

Your head fell against his chest, as you tried to remember how to fill your lungs with air.

“How you doing?” he asked, tipping your chin up to be able to see your face.

“I’m feeling pretty ready for round two,” you said, your hand trailing around to cup his still hard cock.

He thrust into your hand.

“I have condoms in my room,” you said, rubbing his length.

He swung you up into his arms and into the bedroom.

“Jump his bones,” indeed.

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sebastianshaw · 4 years

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And I’m sure Snowbird getting a happy ending had nothing to do with her being a blonde white woman and Haven being a dark skinned woc

I don’t think it was THE reason, but I would not rule it out as a contributing factor.

The major reason is that Snowbird is a hero and a major character, whereas Haven was an extremely minor character and a villain. So it’s pretty standard in that regard for Snowbird to get a happy ending, and Haven not to. Especially considering that, while Snowbird was not a character that “belonged” to anyone in particuliar, Haven was the creation of DeMatteis and when he left the book, so did she. That’s why her story just ENDS so abruptly after her confrontation with Charles, even though it seems like it should just be getting starting---her creator took off, and the new writer wasn’t interested in her.

She pops back up in the annual a year or two later to die, and I strongly suspect this was due to readers writing in and asking what happened to her; I can’t confirm this for fact, but TV Tropes claimed that fans actually refused to root against her because she was so sympathetic and benevolent, so I imagine a lot of them wanted to know where she went and this was to get them to shut up.

(It kind of reminds me of when this webcomic writer wrote a character he meant as despicable and twisted, and she was, but she was also way more deep and interesting than the 2D mouthpieces the protagonists were, so fans kept asking when she’d come back. He got so fed up he drew her dying in a gross and humiliating way. So yeah, if people were indeed asking “what happened to Haven and her evil possessed fetus?” and writing her dying in the mud giving birth while a goddess victim-blames her was the response...yeah. Again I cannot be for sure this is what happened, it’s just a GUESS.)

But yeah the big reason is Snowbird is a heroine and important, Haven was a flash-in-the-pan villain that only one writer wanted to write and had to be gotten out of the way when someone new came in. Nothing deeper than that. But the WAY that Haven’s story played out, especially compared to Snowbird’s...that’s got a lot of sexism and quite potentially racism there, yeah. So um, let’s get into that. Under a cut for length because I doubt people following a Shaw blog for Shaw want to see a bunch of non-Shaw rambling.

Haven’s story, as I have written about MANY times on her blog, is REALLY UNCOMFY in its sexism, racism, and xenophobia. Let me say, I do not think DeMatteis intended this. He writes Haven as a very kind, well-intentioned person even at her worst, and I happen to know he has a genuine real-life interest in Indian spirituality, which I think is definitely what inspired her. Unfortunately, these good intentions didn’t stop Unfortunate Implications galore: - Our first Indian/Hindu/Zoroastrian character is not only a villain, her “evil” philosophy is taken directly from real-world Hindu beliefs - She is opposed by a team comprised ENTIRELY of white people who work for the US government who scoff at those beliefs and refer to them as “New Age” (aka a white hippie movement that appropriated a lot of actual Hindu ideas but certainly did not invent it!) - The US government says she’s a terrorist. Polaris raises doubts, because Haven’s actions at that point have been nothing but benevolent (she saved Polaris) whereas the same government making these accusations has been malevolent (the people trying to kill/capture Polaris were US agents, despite Polaris working for the government, who attacked her because she had the same energy signal as Magneto) When they go to see Haven in person, she’s preaching peace between humans and mutants. Havok opens fire on her---so basically, a law enforcement officer shooting without warning at an unarmed WOC who isn’t doing anything threatening and they don’t even know has superpowers yet--and Haven has to hit the deck. Despite her own great power that we later learn she has, she never retaliates. But we find out that yes, actually, everything the government said about her is true, she’s leading a terrorist death-cult, and so it’s a-okay that our white government cop FIRED A FUCKING PLASMA BURST AT HER WHEN SHE WAS JUST STANDING THERE. The moral of her story is seriously “this brown woman with a funny religion is a terrorist because the government said so, no matter how nice and gentle she seems, and thus any excessive force against her was definitely justified even if we didn’t know that at the time” like it’s CHILLING. - Haven herself actually has very questionable agency in all this. She’s actually been pregnant for twenty years; her unborn child is permanently in the first trimester and possessed by the powerful demon known as The Adversary (which doesn’t make sense timeline-wise, but I have no doubt this thing can time travel, its entire point is to fuck the rules of universal order) We don’t know exactly how much it can influence her or perhaps even control her, but we do know it’s been talking in her head from 20 years and came on at a time she was REALLY messed up and vulnerable, and manipulated her at the least. I personally think it probably was controlling or influencing her at a very deep subtle level, but that’s just my interpretation. At the least though, again, talking in her head for 20 years, that’s the supernatural equivalent of schizophrenia and we wouldn’t blame her for THAT, right? - Oh, and about it appearing when she was at her lowest, most vulnerable point? Know why she was at her lowest, most vulnerable point just when she happened to be pregnant? Haven’s story is she was born extremely rich but was so passionate about using her privilege to help the poor that she ran away from her parents---philanthropists themselves, but who wanted to protect her from the outside world too---to go work directly in the streets, bathing lepers and cradling dying babies. She got her name “Haven” because she used her wealth to renovate a children’s hospital of the same name, I’m serious. She was literally a fucking SAINT. And then she fell in love with a man, and he used her, knocked her up, and ran off. She was DEEPLY ashamed and berated herself not only for her loss of “purity” but also for being “selfish” and forgetting the children. This is...so sad, and so DEEPLY entrenched in how women, ESPECIALLY women of color in a colonized culture, are considered “selfish” and “evil” if they don’t utterly sacrifice themselves 24/7 to care for others and dare have wants/needs of their own. So she fell into this deep despair and that’s when her fetus starts talking to her and filling her head with twisted lies that preyed on both her devout spirituality and her desire to help others.

There is no more sympathetic villain setup POSSIBLE, you’d think Haven would be a SHOE-IN for a redemption arc or at least being saved from her own “child”, but she gets neither. She dies alone in the mud, having only now realized as the birth is coming just what it is she’s about the bring into the world. Roma, the Omniversal Guardian Goddess and eternal foe of the Adversary, appears to watch. Haven begs her, not to save her own life but to stop the Adversary from the terrible things it’s going to do to the world. To her last breath, her concern is others. And Roma tells her “I would weep for you, but you brought this on yourself.” So basically, Haven, who is the most wonderful person in the world and who VERY much fits expected gender roles (gentle, maternal, loving, non-violent even when attacked, long hair, pink and purple flowing clothes, literally SPARKLES) has sex ONE TIME and she’s punished for it in the worst fucking way while the guy who impregnated her gets off scott-free. It’s just...it’s the worst narrative, in terms of sexism AND racism AND just in general. That’s not even getting into, say, the really uncomfy way her meeting with Xavier is handled, eesh. Compare, Snowbird. She’s actually far LESS the “perfect” woman than Haven is, she’s very cold and aloof and she even contemplates LETTING HER SON DIE so that her ties with mortality will be severed and she can join her divine family in paradise. But she had that son within the confines of MARRIAGE to a mortal man, and she only got married after her duties were done, unlike Haven on both counts. And her loss, and the loss of her child, are deeply mourned by those around her, she has a very dignified and beautiful funeral with Snow White style glass coffins, and we see the spirits of herself, her husband, and her child all ascend to the Inua paradise together, the gods having decided to let them in even though mortals have never been allowed before. She gets divine exception, Haven gets divine condemnation. She gets a beautiful funeral surrounded by loved ones, Haven’s corpse is probably still rotting in the jungle and her brother likely still has no idea what happened to her. To be clear I in no way resent Snowbird for her better treatment in a similiar story, I like Snowbird, but it is very disparate in how differently these seemingly similar situations---possessed baby and such---were handled, and the specific ways in which Haven’s were handled so badly ARE very much the product of bigotry that Snowbird didn’t suffer in part due to her being a white or white-coded character (in addition to being, again, a heroine and a major character, which helped her a lot too) Also, is it just me or is Marvel like...weird around childbirth/babies/motherhood and mixing that with demons/evil spirits/possession? Because in that same vein we’ve also got Madelyne Pryor and Wanda Maximoff who also go through demonic possession that’s related in some way to being mothers of babies. That’s a very strange pattern to have and something’s going on there. As a note, it bugs me that Snowbird’s human disguise as “Anne McKenzie” is a BLONDE WHITE WOMAN. Like, yes, her human father was white, but her mother Nelvanna is one of the Inua, the ancient gods of Canada from LONG before white people showed up and WHO LOOK LIKE FIRST NATIONS PEOPLE, Snowbird herself is constantly emphasized as a child of these lands, she is literally magically BOUND to these lands and can’t leave them without weakening and dying, she was raised by an indigenous shaman, and she can only turn into animals that are INDIGENOUS to Canada. She is very unsubtly the embodiment of pre-colonial Canada, so it’s just...asinine to me her human form is that of a colonizer. I get they probably didn’t think further than “let’s give her human form blonde hair so it’s recognizably her” but like, that’s the problem, they didn’t THINK. Also I feel like her being mixed would really thematically fit her, since a strong part of her story was struggling between her divine and human heritage and being forced to try to “pick a side” which is something I’ve heard (I’m white) that a lot of irl mixed people deal with. It just would make more SENSE.

#out of shirt #snowbird #haven #radha dastoor

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Chapter 10: Darlings

(from the Flatmate Trilogy: Two Hearts, One Home)

…in which Harry is excited but Y/N is worried.

Word count: 4.4k

Chapter 9: Three’s A Crowd - Harry learns a big lesson, and Y/N cannot tolerate his assistant.

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A/N: Please enjoy and spam my inbox. - Allie.

Y/N was pregnant.

The doctor had confirmed it. A pregnancy test stick had confirmed it. The morning sickness had confirmed it. So it was official. She was now positively pregnant.

Before all of this, she had been devastated and almost depressed thinking she and Harry might not have children of their own. Now that the universe had given them one, she fell into a state where she was constantly afraid and anxious. She'd blame it on the hormones and the way her body was changing. The baby was probably not even...a baby yet, and she had already come up with a bunch of different scenarios where she turned out to be an awful parent. It was not until now that she realized how strong her sister had been for bringing up baby Eleanor on her own. Y/N was lucky to have a loving husband, her family, and supportive friends by her side.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!"

Harry burst right through the door. He had just got back from work, still in his suit, and his face was white. But what he found was just Y/N and Layla sitting on the bed, blinking at him.

"Who just screamed?!"

"Layla did," said Y/N with a beam. "I just told her the news."

"I cannot believe I'm about to be a godmother!" Layla punched the air and then drop her smile to give Harry a questioning look. "Wait...why are you holding a frying pan?"

Y/N was in hysterics when her husband lowered his frying pan and rolled his eyes. "I didn't have time to choose my weapon when I heard you scream. I thought my babies were hurt."

"Ew?!"

"Not you, Layla. I meant Y/N and our actual baby."

Layla ignored him and turned back to Y/N. "He's gonna be using plural nouns from now on, isn't he?"

"He's been doing that since the doctor visit." Y/N gave her best friend a shrug and automatically lifted her face for Harry to kiss. Layla sighed in contentment as she watched them.

"I'm so excited for you guys and also for me! When I was little, I always wanted to be Cinderella and now, I, Layla Scott, is about to be the fairy godmother."

"Who says anything about—" All it took was one fierce glare from Layla for Harry to change his opinion in a heartbreak. "Yes! You're gonna be the best godmother! No doubt!"

"I'm sorry baby Styles," Layla leaned down and whispered to Y/N's nonexistent baby bump. "Your daddy's a fake."

"Well, your aunt Layla's a bully."

"Godmother! Ugh!"

Smirking as Layla jokingly flipped him off, Harry dropped his head to give Y/N a few more pecks, one hand under her chin, the other on her belly. "I'm gonna take a shower now. You ladies have fun without me."

"Don't worry," Layla gave him a lopsided grin. "We always have fun without you."

"Dick."

"Pussy."

"Real mature guys. I can totally see myself trusting you two with this child." Y/N snorted as Harry walked out with his 'weapon' after giving Layla a mocking face.

"Love you, darlings," he said. "And that plural noun doesn't include Layla!"

"Thank you, asshole!" Layla shouted at the closed door, making Y/N laugh even harder.

"He's very excited," Y/N said now that her husband was gone. Though smiling, the girl was subconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. And even such a little action couldn't get past Layla's eyes.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you upset?"

"What? I'm not!" Y/N scrunched up her face. "I'm perfectly fine."

"You don't look fine though. You blink a lot when you lie."

"I do not!"

"Here she goes again." Layla scoffed. "I don't get it though. You're finally pregnant. Harry's falling more in love with you, I didn't think it was possible, but I was just proven wrong." She stuck out her bottom lip and lifted her shoulders. "So maybe instead of looking constipated the second he turns away, you should be happy."

"I'm not unhappy, I'm just..." Y/N paused to search for the right word and then went with, "worried." Taking a deep breath, she continued, "what if I'm a terrible mother? What if Harry's the favorite parent and I'm the one my kid lies to and keeps secrets from? What if we're both terrible and our kid hates us?!"

"The kid's not even in there yet and you're already freaking out about him or her going through puberty?" Layla breathed as her eyes rolled upward. "Look, I don't hit pregnant women. But I'll slap the shit out of you if you say that again, ya hear me? This isn't you talking. This is the pregnancy hormones. Your anxiety isn't real, okay?" Quickly, she grabbed Y/N's shoulders and signaled the girl to copy her as she inhaled deeply and let go of that breath.

"Feel better?" she grinned. Y/N nodded once, looking less uneasy now. "Good. Just know that we're all here for you. You're gonna be fine."

As it turned out, Layla was right.

Soon the weekend arrived, and the young couple had grown used to the new rhythm of their life. Y/N had been paying more attention to her diet and taking vitamins regularly, so she didn't feel as terrible as she had for the first few days. This morning, Harry had a meeting with a client, so he wasn't there when she woke up. He'd left her breakfast on the kitchen table with a note saying he loved her and would miss her terribly until he came home. After everything that'd happened to them, he was making more effort to make sure she knew how much she meant to him. It began to feel like those college days again, and she wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

"Nope, I won't do it!"

"I'll pay you."

"You haven't even paid me for catsitting Tiger!"

Y/N brought Treasure toward Nam's desk and couldn't help but overhear his little argument with Stephanie. While the blonde was rambling on, Nam seemed pretty annoyed. That wasn't at all surprising, because Stephanie's only talent besides being a bitch, was being an annoying bitch. Y/N supposed it was mean to think about her neighbor like that. But that woman deserved to be called a bitch after all the things she'd said and done.

"Y/N!" Stephanie grabbed Y/N by the arm the second she saw her. "Tell him to babysit my niece for me!"

"Oh, now you're gonna drag Y/N into this?" Nam laughed wryly as he took the white cat from Y/N's arms. "Even if you promised me a fortune, the answer would still be no. I already know I wouldn't get a single penny from you. At least Treasure's parents pay me well."

Treasure meowed softly as he stroked her head. "Do you agree, my little furry baby? Tiger's parents are stingy white people, aren't they?"

Stephanie rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "Well, cats, children, they're all the same."

"Well, thank God, you're not a mother." That was meant to be an insult, but Nam had unintentionally given Stephanie a new idea.

Her eyes lit up as she turned to Y/N. "Since you're about to be a parent, would you like some practice?"

"Oh, no! Leave Y/N alone!"

Stephanie completely ignored Nam as she went on before Y/N could say anything. "Don't worry, my niece's a good kid. Her parents go away on business trips all the time so she's very independent. All you need to do is to keep an eye on her until her mum picks her up."

"How old is she?"

"Y/N, you're not actually considering this!" Nam cried out.

Y/N gave him a shrug as she pursed her lips. "Tomorrow's Sunday, so why not? And I'm also good with kids."

"That's the spirit!" Stephanie smacked her on the arm, causing the poor girl to flinch. "She's five. The sweetest five-year-old you'll ever meet! Her name is Darling."

Y/N saw Nam hug Treasure and turn away as he muttered something, probably cursing Stephanie. But this time, it wasn't Stephanie's fault. Y/N simply thought this was a great opportunity for her and Harry to practice being parents. It was never too soon to get prepared for such a big change in their life.

Besides, with a name like Darling, the girl must be an angel. Now Y/N couldn't wait to talk to her husband about their new plan for Sunday.

"Babe, I still think you're really overthinking this."

"I'm not," Y/N shouted from the living room as she checked her watch. "Would you just hurry up?! We're gonna be late."

"Relax! They literally live just across the hall!" he said and finally stumbled out of their bedroom.

She stared at him, lifting an eyebrow in amusement. "Why are you carrying your laptop?"

"I gotta check my emails." He chuckled and pressed his lips to her temple. "Come on, babe. Let's go fake-parenting."

Laughing, she reached out to hold his hand.

They had never been in Mason and Stephanie's flat and had never intended to set foot in there, unless it was the only safe place in a zombie apocalypse. So when they entered 'the devil's home' for the very first time, their jaws nearly dropped to the floor.

The place was much cleaner and tidier than they'd imagined. Harry had often joked about his cousin's flat looking like a porn movie set, with sex toys hanging on the walls and adult magazines lying all over the place. At least that was how he imagined porn movie sets would look like. However, the flat was actually decent. Y/N amused herself with the thought that, those who had never met Mason and Stephanie would think they were a basic white couple named Kevin and Barbara, who baked cookies and went to church every Sunday. Lesson learned: never judge a book by its cover.

As Y/N went into the kitchen to check what Stephanie had left for them in the fridge, Harry made himself comfortable on the couch (after having made sure there wasn't a cum stain on it) and opened his laptop. They waited for about fifteen minutes when the doorbell rang, and Y/N rushed to it with a big smile on her face. She opened the door and was greeted by a tall woman slightly older than her.

"Hi! You must be Mary!"

"And you must be Y/N, the babysitter!" The lady returned a smile as she fixed her bucket hat that covered most of her bobbed blonde hair. Then, she turned back to call her daughter who was still idling in front of the lift. "Darling, come here, baby!"

The five-year-old pouted as she crossed her arms and waddled toward her mother and Y/N. She was as adorable as the image Y/N had created in her mind, with big bright eyes and brown straight hair that fell right past her tiny shoulders. The ladybug backpack she was wearing was too big for her body that it made her look even smaller. She could be the baby girl Y/N had always wanted. But then again, she shouldn't be. The girl might look like an angel, her attitude, however, said the opposite. Her little round face contorted as she shot Y/N a spiteful glare. Why?! They had only just met!

"Hello, Darling." Y/N crouched down with both hands on her knees despite the unwelcoming reaction. "My name's Y/N. And that—" she pointed at Harry who raised his hand and gave the child a wave "—is my husband, Harry. We're your babysitters for today!"

Darling looked at Y/N, and then Harry, and then back to Mary. She repeated that one more time before telling her mother, "please pick me up on time, mummy. Don't leave me too long with these strangers."

The mother gave a startled Y/N an apologetic grin before turning back to the child. "Of course," she said. "But you gotta promise to be nice and listen to Y/N and Harry, okay?"

Darling looked annoyed as she crossed her arms, still, she replied with a nod, said goodbye to her mum and followed Y/N into the living room.

"Okay." Y/N breathed as she shut the door. "Why don't we just start by getting to know each other?"

Darling shrugged off her backpack and spoke with a straight face, "I want to color."

"Oh, okay." As Y/N plastered a smile on her face, Harry was biting his knuckles so he wouldn't crack up. "I'll get us some paper and we'll color together—"

"I said I, not we."

"Wow..." Y/N heard her husband say, but she was too stunned to react. The kid hadn't broken that intense eye contact with her that made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She swallowed hard, nodding her head. "S-sure. Why don't you wait on that couch with Harry?"

Darling didn't reply and dragged her backpack toward the couch to sit on the other end, as far away from Harry as she could. Now that his wife had left, Harry thought he should start a conversation to get to know this child. But before he could come up with anything to say, Darling was the one who broke the silence.

"Why do you wear so many rings? Are you married to many women?"

"No!" The man laughed, his eyebrows pulled together. He didn't know why he was nervous talking to this five-year-old when he'd never found it hard to speak to a girl before (Y/N had been a special case). He stuttered for a moment before adding to his answer, "this is my wedding band, see?" He showed her his ring finger, smiling proudly. "This is the only ring that matters."

He thought she would react in a different way, a more childlike and positive one. However, what he got was a hardened expression that seemed like she was silently judging him.

"Are you lying because you think I'm a child so I don't know what cheating is?"

He arched an eyebrow in doubt. "Do you know what cheating is?"

"Yeah, aunt Steph taught me that word," she said casually. "Cheating is when a husband or a wife sleeps with another person that's not their wife or husband."

"Jesus Christ!" His eyes widened as he straightened his back. "She taught you that?!"

"Yeah." Darling nodded once. "But I think she's wrong, because what if you want to have a sleepover with your friends? You have no choice but to sleep with them, right?"

"Right." He chuckled nervously.

Y/N soon returned with some paper, and Harry didn't think he'd ever felt so relieved. Talking to that girl was like being interrogated by the police. He'd never been interrogated by the police before, but in his imagination, this could probably be worse. He took advantage of Darling being distracted by her paper and crayons to drag Y/N to the kitchen, telling her to keep her voice down.

"Harry, we are not having sex while there's a kid in the other room!"

Her reaction made him chuckle as he held her arms. "Who says anything about sex?"

"I'm not sucking your dick either."

"I may be horny for you all the time, but I know my limits. I'm only here to tell you that the child scares me."

"Don't you think it's a little too late for that?" she asked, pointing to her belly.

"No, I mean Darling!"

"You mean what?"

He exhaled and rolled his eyes, but still found the little misunderstanding hilarious. "I was talking about Darling, the little girl."

"Just call her 'the little girl' from now on to avoid confusion."

"Got it." He snorted and proceeded to tell her about their previous conversation in the living room, adding, "I haven't seen her smile, isn't that strange?"

Y/N gave him a shrug. "Maybe she's a mini Wednesday Addams."

"Maybe she's a mini Layla."

"Okay, that's funny."

Harry tried to look as serious as he sounded but his own joke amused him. Smirking, he went on, "I bet she's out there drawing a picture of the two of us with our heads cut off."

"Harry, you're overreacting. She's only a baby," Y/N said and kissed him on the cheek.

Other than being an emo five-year-old, Darling was actually a good kid. She had been quiet the entire time while working on her drawings. She was using a lot of red, which reminded Y/N of what Harry had said earlier, and now she was afraid to see what those 'works of art' were about.

Soon it was lunch and Darling stopped coloring as she told Y/N she was hungry. Y/N wanted to be a good soon-to-be-mother, so she asked her husband to play with Darling while she made some sandwiches for the three of them.

"No, wait, I'll do it!"

Before Y/N could protest, Harry had already dashed into the kitchen. She knew he couldn't cook to save his life but didn't want to fight him on this, so she sat back on the couch and let him be their chef. It would take forever until they had something to eat if at all. So while waiting, Y/N used Harry's laptop to go on YouTube. Just when she thought she could finally relax and watch some funny cat compilations, Darling's loud squeal made her head turn shot up.

"What happened, dear?" Y/N put down the laptop and came to see what was wrong.

The little girl stuck out her bottom lip, her eyes welled up as she held the red crayon now broken in half in her little palm. Y/N squatted on the floor with her elbows on her knees as she gave Darling a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, you can still color with that."

"It's broken."

"Yeah but..." Y/N took the two halves, each in one hand. "Now you have two red crayons."

"Half a crayon doesn't make a new crayon."

"Who told you that?" Y/N asked, her eyebrows rose.

Darling pursed her tiny heart-shaped lips as she thought for a moment. She was probably trying to decide if she should tell Y/N what she'd never told anyone. Eventually, she confessed, "aunt Steph told mummy that mummy and daddy's marriage was a broken crayon. You can still color with it, but it'll make the picture ugly and messy."

Y/N was frozen by those words. A little girl should not have heard something like that about her parents, ever. Feeling a big lump in her throat, she tried to search for the right thing to say to Darling. It was only then that she looked around at the paintings scattered on the carpet. They weren't what she and Harry had assumed. They were just awful, messy, childish drawings of what any child would view as a happy family. Darling had used a lot of red to draw the hearts. There were so many hearts surrounding her, her mother and her dad. She'd even used that red color to cross out the face of another woman standing in the background, who, Y/N believed, was her father's mistress. That explained why she'd thought Harry was cheating. Her dad had done it, maybe all the men would too.

"Here." Y/N picked up one half of the red crayon as she sat down, crossing her legs. To Darling's confusion, she took a new sheet of paper and began to draw.

She'd been told by her niece Eleanor and Jamie, the boy she used to babysit during college, that she was good at drawing. That was what she loved about children. You didn't have to give it your best shot and they would still think you were extraordinary, simply because you were an adult. And she was right. Darling's mouth had formed an 'o' shape as her eyes followed every single movement of the crayon sliding across the paper. She was in awe to see Y/N quickly sketch a house with a nice garden, the fences, some trees, even a swimming pool. Y/N finished her 'masterpiece' with a family of two, a little cat, and an arrow pointing to the woman's belly as she wrote down the word 'BABY'.

"So this..." She sighed happily now that her work was done. "This is my family," she said, pointing to the picture. "This is Harry, this is me, and you can't see the baby because the baby's in my belly."

"Does your house look like this?" Darling asked, her eyes went round. It was the first time Y/N had seen her act like an actual five-year-old. And there was something so endearing about that. This was when Y/N's maternal instinct kicked in, she felt her heart flutter in a way that she'd only experienced when she was with Harry.

"Nah, we live right across the hall," she told Darling. "But this is our dream house."

"Why don't you buy it? It has a pool and everything!"

"We'll buy it someday. Right now, we want to stay here to be close to work and to our friends."

Darling clasped both hands in front of her chest. "Can I come visit when you finally buy this house?"

"Sure, love." Y/N nodded and handed her one half of the crayon. "Wanna draw yourself in?"

"Can I?!" she exclaimed with excitement, smiling from ear to ear. That was the first smile to be seen on her, and Y/N felt so proud knowing she was the reason for it.

"Sure, babe. You can put yourself next to me and the baby."

Harry finally returned with three (slightly burnt, but still edible) grilled cheese sandwiches. After having struggled in the kitchen for half an hour, he was now considering signing himself up for a cooking class so he wouldn't depend too much on his pregnant wife. But maybe he'd save this talk for later, because his mind went blank the moment he saw his wife...laughing with mini Layla.

"H-hey guys," he spoke, catching the girls' attention. "What...what are you guys doing?"

"Darling drew a picture of us. Wanna see?"

"Is my head still attached to my body?"

"Harry!"

"Alright, alright. Coming."

He put the plate down on the table and sat down with the girls on the floor. His reaction was the same one as Y/N had before when he saw what Darling had been drawing the entire time. It was far different from the horrendous scenario he'd painted in his head.

Excited, the girl stood up and raised her artwork to show it to her two audiences. "So this is you, this is Y/N, this is the baby. I made it a girl because I want a little sister."

Harry chuckled but Y/N shushed him so Darling could finish her presentation, "and this is me, the babysitter."

"She volunteered to be our babysitter," Y/N told her husband before he could ask.

"Told ya she's a mini Layla," said Harry as he waggled his eyebrows, making Y/N giggle and pushed him away.

For the rest of the afternoon, things had gotten much better for Harry and Y/N. They played a few games (that was how Harry discovered he gave great piggyback rides) and did some more coloring. Since Harry had accidentally ruined one picture by coloring outside the lines, the girls threatened to take away his crayons, but eventually agreed to let him color the insignificant details like the trees and the flowers in the background. Honestly, that was the most therapeutic activity he'd done in a long time. He didn't even bother to check his emails and chat with his clients and employees. All he cared about was this happy moment with his wife and their play-pretend family of three.

In nine months, this all would be real.

"I told you it'd be worth it," Y/N said contently as she followed Harry into their flat.

Darling had just left with her mum, who had been so surprised when her daughter appeared with a massive grin and showed her the picture she'd drawn with half a crayon. Y/N hoped Mary had understood and would try to do better for her little daughter. That was what that child deserved.

"I love to see you so happy," said Harry as he hugged her from behind, kissing the spot right below her ear as she held his face. "Told you you'd be a great mum. You've been acting like my mum since the first day we met."

She rolled her eyes, a corner of her mouth turned up. "I just realized that the personality of the child depended a lot on her parents' relationship."

"That's right." He nodded, holding her stomach with both hands. "Our baby's gonna be an angel, because we're in love. I love you, you love me, we're a happy family."

"I can't have a deep and serious talk with you if you keep quoting lyrics from Barney & Friends, H."

"You're so lame. Our baby would've loved that." He scrunched up his nose and tilted his head to kiss the corner of her mouth. Then, he brightened. "Hey, I think the name Darling is very cute and unique. Let's name our baby something similar, like Honey. Baby Honey sounds so cute!"

She raised an eyebrow at him, lips pressed together as she tried to contain her laughter.

"No? Okay, I'll come up with something else. But I will not give our baby some basic names like Kevin or Barbara."

She froze. "Wait, how d'you..."

"Did I say something wrong?" He gave her a confused smile as he didn't get why she seemed so shocked.

Y/N slowly shook her head and kissed the dimple on his cheek. "I almost forgot that we were like the same person sometimes. Is it weird that I want to marry you again?"

"Not at all. I would do it all over again with you." He beamed, holding her tighter. "Don't worry, love. I promise that I will be the most responsible father and role model—

"Harold!" Mason's voice on the other side of the door interrupted Harry at once. "Harold, I have your laptop!"

"Shit, my laptop!"

"Let's see what kind of porn you have in here!"

"Fuck you, Mason! Give it back right now!"

Y/N hadn't said a word but Harry had already chased his cousin down the hallway. With a gentle smile, she stared at the open door and said to their baby, as if it'd already been there, "we'll give your daddy another try tomorrow."

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repeatedceesaw · 4 years

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Teen Wolf

Welcome to a friend / roommate request for Sadie based off Teen Wolf. Ultimately this all just comes down to found family and everyone (or almost everyone) living in the same building being rented to them by the resident 'old man hangs out with young adults' landlord. Most of the characters will have known each other since 18 if not before, but while I've written mostly actual information about the characters, they're definitely more of guidelines in some parts due to the different universe mechanics. I've given three ideas for classes for each character but they're definitely suggestions and make the characters your own.

CONTENT WARNING This request contains references to family death, child abuse, and just generally shitty backstories.

( find part 2 here )

Stiles Stilinski

Open ✖ 22-24 ✖ Hexes & Cursebreaking / potions / alchemy ✖ open

✖ Occupation: Student

✖ Short Bio: Hyperfocused, sarcastic, witty, loyal to his friendships but not the best influence due to his own boredom and curiosity. mother died when he was younger and father has a 24/7 job basically so he raised himself, and maybe an 11 year old with an insatiable and dark curiosity shouldn’t have been left to his own devices. definitely got warned several times for his underage magic experiments but due to his age never really got in real trouble. honestly doesn’t really like most people and once you’re in his friend group and he accepts you, you are his prime priority. unfortunately sometimes his loyalty turns dark, and he’s more than willing to cause harm to those who cause harm to his group. is tempered a lot by the rest of the group but rarely should be left alone with Erica because they have the same sort of feelings about that. there’s a faint rivalry between isaac and stiles since scott adopted isaac into the group and stiles still harbors insecurity and a grudge for how easily isaac got scott’s attention when scott used to be stiles’ best and only friend. huge ex crush on lydia but now they they actually know one another, they are a terrifying duo of puzzle solving and thinking outside the box.

Scott McCall

Open ✖ 22-24 ✖ Cryptozoology / animal magic / combat ✖ open ✖ Occupation: Student / After class job ✖ Short Bio: puppy ™, sees the good in almost everyone but also sees situations as what benefits people the most (if he doesn’t like you, might sell you for a cornchip if it gets someone he likes out of a sticky situation), is way too trusting and cares about almost everyone, thinks with his heart. definitely works outside of class with either kids or animals… or both. the sort of help out afterclass with cryptozoology and then tutor younger students if he knows the subject. lowkey dumb, but is a hard worker. raised by a single mom (and sort of stiles’ dad), he begrudgingly goes along with stiles’ schemes because who else is going to make sure stiles doesn’t go looking for a dead body and gets murdered? exes with allison, bromance with isaac and childhood friends / are they gay with stiles. kira and scott together are pure and great, even if his he still hasn’t gotten over his first love

Lydia Martin

Open ✖ 22-24 ✖ oneiromancy / necromancy / alchemy ✖ open ✖ Occupation: Student / Possibly a TA? ✖ Short Bio: #betterthanyou, brains and beauty, she used to dumb herself down in when she thought popular girls couldn’t be smart but quickly got bored of it and chose to dominate in class. stiles could probably give her a run for her money if he bothered to study at all but best he could do is second place to her first. intends on winning academic awards and wiping the floor with absolutely everyone. entirely possible she’s finished half the courses offered by now, multilingual to the extreme especially in various spell languages and is most likely to create new spells or be doing research into some half forgotten art. struggles a little with her ability but is determined to master it like everything else. best friends with allison and was on and off with jackson in the past. not here for any women vs women bullshit and well beyond the years where she ever thought she needed a man on her arm for status. as much as it’s really not her job to improve and change a man, she knows jackson better than anyone and does go to bat for him occasionally and helps him unlearn all his bullshit posturing, sometimes with understanding and sometimes with tough love.

Allison Argent

Open ✖ 22-24 ✖ combat / healing / folk magic ✖ open ✖ Occupation: Student / Head of Family Business ✖ Short Bio: beautiful smile, dimples, sunshine. is genuinely just a nice person with a pretty big physical training background from her family and was so lovely when they all met. now though, she’s learned more and more of her family’s backstory and cruelty, and the horrors have changed her. Older now, she works hard to be the best leader she can and guide her family to the right path. although her naivety has gone now, she’s still just Good ™ . Callous when she needs to be, she’s worked hard to get through her issues and find her own morals. wants to help people but is more in the middle of stiles and scott’s ideals, more suspicious and careful than scott, but less cynical than stiles. used to date scott and they were pure and in love until she found out her family secrets and pushed him away. dated isaac for a bit and there was always a weird feeling between the three of them, with both loving her and her loving them both. after erica and her buried the hatchet, she’s just happy to have more friends and tries not to get jealous when she sees kira and scott but first loves can be hard to let go even when the timing isn’t right anymore. jackson is definitely an ass, but he’s her swimming partner and an excellent person to talk to when you just want to bitch (specifically about scott or stiles)

Derek Hale

Open ✖ 26-30 ✖ herbology / healing / rural/folk magic ✖ open ✖ Occupation: Local Ghost (completely open, he can even be a student again if you want) ✖ Short Bio: the older friend who missed out on some of his teenage years due to tragedy, it’s a little weird that he’s always hanging around these younger adults. still, he’s mostly harmless and even a little pitiful and soft when you get through his aggressive defence. definitely a major concern when they first met, it was stiles who really dragged him into the group and showed compassion for the shitty things derek went through. historically has had a really shitty relationship with allison’s family but the two of them have worked through most of their issues. lost most of his family when he was a teenager and hasn’t entirely worked through his survivors guilt so although he likes to think he’s the dad of the group, he’s really just the somewhat incompetent older brother who tries his best. erica, boyd, and isaac tend to humor him but other people not so much. he progressed from leather jackets (he, erica, boyd and isaac all had matching ones that they sometimes pull out from retirement) to sweaters. progressed from a camaro to an suv. big literature nerd. with part of the life insurance payout, he bought an old apartment building they all live in and is doing it up, everyone else’s apartment first while his stays untouched.

Erica Reyes

Sadie van der Ven ✖ 22 ✖ illusion magic, scrying, healing ✖ cerise ✖ Occupation: student ✖ Short Bio: part one of the ‘didn’t used to have power and then suddenly came into their own’ squad. was once bullied for her looks and left out of things due to her health. always deeply concerned with proving herself, even if it’s dangerous for her. with an original family who didn’t know how to handle her, she kept pushing herself until she pushed too far. when she eventually had her power glowup, she let it go to her head and wanted to take revenge on those that teased her before. definition of ‘bullied girl glows up, seeks revenge’. big proponent of girls vs girls until she eventually settled and found out that teaming up and having fun was much more satisfying. huge crush on derek but who knew he wasn’t into teenage girls as a grown adult? just wants to feel powerful and uses magic and looks like armor against all her insecurity. big movie and comic nerd with stiles and had a crush on him throughout much of their first meeting before she joined the gang. listens almost exclusively to boyd in terms of being told not to do the thing, but if he’s not around… definitely up for getting into trouble. just insecurity in a pretty cover.

Vernon Boyd

Open ✖ 22-24 ✖ elemental magic, defense, cleromancy ✖ open ✖ Occupation: student ✖ Short Bio: part two of the ‘didn’t used to have power and suddenly came into their own’ squad, boyd is the only one who didn’t become a goshdarn nightmare when he started using magic properly. with how quiet he is, you’d think he wasn’t interested in being friends with anyone, or wanted to be anywhere else. this isn’t true. he loves being around people, he’s just silently judging all of them for bad choices. having spent a lot of his time looking after his younger siblings, he didn’t really have time to hang out after school and eventually ended up just sitting alone at lunch. worked hard after his siblings’ bedtime, he had a job to try bring more money into the family. he’s probably the only one who realises that derek chose him, erica, and isaac because they were lonely and insecure and while he thinks that’s super fucked up, he also realises derek is super fucked up too and gives him a break for it. while he’s not the absolute closest to derek in terms of sharing past trauma over lunch, is definitely derek’s favorite and probably best friend. big brother who keeps people in line but disappears into the shadows when it’s not really needed. big on his found family. you think he’s quiet but he’s just the only one who can control himself when it comes to actually saying the snarky things out loud…. mostly

#magicsrpg #hello cerise fucking STRUGGLED with this coding #if anything is out of place then too bad thats how it is now #part 1 because it refused to post all at once #wanted ad

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storiesofwildfire · 5 years

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So... Thoughts on the Marvel Phase 4, specifically Loki's movie?

Ummm, okay, I’ll be honest, I didn’t keep track of a lot of what was happening at comic con both because I was busy with life stuff and also?

I hated Endgame. I know a lot of people didn’t, but I personally really hated the way Endgame wrapped up Thanos’ story arc and closed out the first ten years of the MCU. I hated Tony’s death. I hated Cap’s choices. I hated how everyone seemed to be either slightly or severely out of character save for a few people ( like Clint and Nebula in my personal point of view ). I hated the approach they took to time travel. It seemed like they wanted to be interesting and different rather than just? Stick to time travel as we know it, but in doing so, they made it more convoluted than it needed to be. I hated that they forced Tony to endure seeing his dad again and while it was nice to see him get closure, they were definitely forcing a narrative that Howard wasn’t as bad as Tony made him out to be and honestly? No. Marvel–MCU especially–loves to give us shitty and abusive parents, fathers especially, and then backpedal on them actually being all that bad ( looking at you, Odin, looking at you ). I hated that they brought back so many heroes and we got to see all of them step out for the final battle except for a select few, like Loki, Heimdall, and Vision. I understand Natasha death having to be permanent because she gave her life for the Soul Gem and that couldn’t be undone, but everyone else? Dying pre-snap or not? The Infinity Stones, when wielded together, can do just about anything. Bringing back those few characters wouldn’t have been difficult.

After watching Loki literally die to his abuser in Infinity War in a way that made no sense? I am so sorry, but Loki, an extremely capable and intelligent magic user, who is the only person who does not work for Thanos and is not related to Thanos that actually knows anything about him. Loki would not attack him with a single dagger, expect that to work, and then die from being choked out. Loki has sustained much worse injuries in MCU canon and comic canon that were unable to kill him. Thanos choking him? Is a stupid way to die, I’m sorry. The entire vibe resonated that his death was fake ( again ) and that he had some sort of plan that would unfold once he got away, but that didn’t happen and I’m extremely bitter about how they handled Loki in general. So to not see him come back in Endgame? When basically everyone else got to have their moment of vengeance and glory and happiness of reuniting with their friends and family? And Loki did not get that because he was so close to a happy ending of his own only to be killed off by his literal abuser? Just as Gamora was killed by her abuser?

I wasn’t okay with Endgame for the story elements, for the character development, and for how they handled my favorite character.

So, because I was so unhappy with Endgame, my enthusiasm for the MCU has died down a little as a whole? I don’t intend to stop watching the films or anything like that but I do feel less invested. I will say, from what I’ve seen of the Comic Con panels, I think there are some interesting ideas coming in Phase 4. Lots of cool television shows. I’m actually pretty excited to see the What If series and the Hawkeye one as well. They seem to be expanding the universe even more which can be both a good and bad thing in my opinion. I feel like MCU’s quality as a whole did start to dwindle when they started shoving more and more characters down our throats and while I want to see all these people and new ideas, I do question how well Marvel Studios can handle that, if that makes sense?

I also feel like they still haven’t given some existing characters enough screen time or development. They’re finally doing a Black Widow movie after she died. They really don’t do anything with Bruce and Hulk outside of Avengers movies and that one time they showed up in Thor. If they’re gonna focus on OG characters who are still around and new characters, they should focus on all the OG characters, you know what I mean?

Not really sure how I feel about Thor Love and Thunder. It’s got returning characters that I am so excited about ( like Valkyrie ), but I’m not really sure I’m entirely enthusiastic about Jane taking up the mantle of Thor. I know it happened in the comics. I genuinely understand her comic story arc of becoming Thor, but I don’t really think that it fits well into MCU, especially with how little Jane actually played a part after the first two Thor movies. Most people didn’t resonate well with Jane and that’s partly due to bad scripts and partly due to her being a character that seemed so obsessed with Thor, she’s not a character that can stand on her own two feet? And her taking up the mantle of Thor kind of still relies on her being directly connected to Thor, so? I have mixed feelings about it. I would have rather seen them focus entirely on Valkyrie.

That said, I do have hopes that they can pull it off, but I’m not convinced yet.

And if Loki doesn’t make a reappearance and show up I’m honestly not sure how I’m going to handle that. People go to see Thor movies for Loki. Not everyone, of course, but a massive amount of people do, myself included, so without Loki, I don’t know how well I will personally take to the film.

The Loki series–I believe it’s a series, not a movie–is something I’m? Interested in but also not holding my breath for. I want to see Loki get more screen time and more development. I want the MCU to explore Loki’s backstory more. I want to see Loki’s pain and trauma, but I also want to see the good aspects of their life too. I want them to not gloss over Loki being genderfluid anymore. I want to see them bring in elements of lady Loki and Loki’s seriously impressive magic ( I am so sorry but MCU robbed us of everything Loki can do and didn’t even try. I want them to fix that shit ).

At the same time, the series is supposed to pick up after Endgame, where Loki managed to run off with the Tesseract during Tony, Scott, and Cap’s attempt to get the Tesseract and the Scepter.

I am not terribly happy with this as they reinforced the idea at Comic Con that the series will at the very least start out with Loki as the “villain” he was in The Avengers. They are basically undoing all of Loki’s character development over the span of years to boil him back down to a villain again. And a villain who was a villain because he was working for and under the influence of Thanos, not because he went to Earth of his own free will.

Plus, the Loki they’re going to be discussing in the show is technically an alternate timeline Loki, which? Is a cool concept, but at the same time, not the character we’ve all invested our time and energy into caring about.

I do genuinely want the show to be good. I’m tentatively excited for it, but the MCU’s handling of Loki over the last couple of years has me worried. They’ve treated him like an absolute idiot in Ragnarök, they also took characters that are canonly Loki’s children in both Norse mythology and the comics and completely ripped Loki out of their backstory all together which I really hated, treated him like a throwaway character in Infinity War, and let his abuser murder him right before he had a chance to find true peace. They have not been kind to Loki’s character. They have not respected Loki’s character. Their handling of Loki in his last couple of appearances have been abysmal and I’m concerned for the series as much as I am excited and praying for it being good.

I do love Tom Hiddleston a lot and I am so happy to know he’s coming back to play Loki for the series. For a while, there was speculation that he would be completely replaced for the show. I know he’ll do the best that he can with the material and even if the show ends up not being great in my opinion, I’m still looking forward to seeing Tom get more Marvel love and expansion.

So… yeah? Marvel Phase 4 has a lot of interesting content that may be amazing and I hope that it is, but because–in my opinion–MCU’s quality has definitely been in a steady decline since Age of Ultron with a few good exceptions here and there like Antman 1 and 2, I’m speculative of if it will actually be good or not. Part of me almost wants a break from MCU before they cram so much more content down my throat, you know what I mean?

Plus, an MCU without Tony Stark feels… wrong to me, so that’s a personal hiccup I’m gonna have to get over.

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blindfoldedsurprises · 5 years

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You can’t, so don’t

So I’m in this mood where I just want a whole bunch of angst crap....people I need help lmao

This story is happy for the first paragraphs

Your POV

Sitting in this car. Driving with the person I love. Singing loud to early 2000s songs. Nothing could be better right now.

I get so caught up in the moment; the person, the place, the time, and the circumstance is so amazing and fairytale like. The beautiful person behind the steering wheel says, “Y/N why are you staring at me like that?” I snap out of my trance and just laugh.

My fiancé manuvers the car into the far left hand lane to turn onto Interstate 5, as other cars pull up to the light. This is a very ordinary thing for us to do. We love driving mindlessly on the Interstate with Autopilot on. We savor all the time we have with each other. We’ve had so many amazing memories in this car and on this road.

Back in the present, the light turns green and he guns it on to the ramp to the highway.

David looks over his left shoulder to merge on to the highway and I grab his right hand and play with his long, skinny, ring adorned fingers. He looks over at me with one of his signature dopey smiles and says, “I love you babygirl.”

All of the sudden, everything is in slow motion.

The sound of metal clanging together, bending, and snapping.

The sound of tires coming to an abrupt stop, trying despretley to not collied.

The sound of honks from other drivers who we inconvienced.

The image of him snapping his head to the right to look me in the eye, almost as if to tell me everything will be alright.

The image of the whole world around us suddenly spinning around and around, doing 360s in the middle of IH-5.

The image of airbags expanding, trying to keep the occupants alive and safe.

The smell of gas.

The smell of oxygen.

The smell of engines burning.

The taste of tears.

The taste of sweat.

The taste of blood.

As soon as it begun, it had all ended.

I yell out for David, trying to get some sort of sound out of him to let me know he is alive. He has to be. He just has to. He is way too young and way too loved to leave yet. I am trying to busy myself so I don’t slip into the darkness of death.

After what seems like hours, the sound of sirens arrive and a strong, comforting voice says, “LAFD, we are getting you guys out now. Everything will be okay.” With that I let myself drift out of conciousness.

Hours later, I wake up. A young nurse is checking my IV bag.

“I’m allergic to morphine.”

The nurse laughs, “After everything that just happened to you, that’s the first thing you ask?” I smile tiredly.

“You shattered your foot and broke your arm in 8 different places. You’ve got some scars and scrates, but it could’ve been much murch worse. You are alive, that’s all that matters.”

“As happy as I am to hear that, I’m more concerned about my fiancé.”

The nurse is quiet. “He is still in surgrey. Massive internal bleeding from being implaed by another car’s bumper. Not to mention all his broken bones.”

“Ca-can I call his family with someone’s phone? They need to get here.”

“One step ahead of you love. Your friend Scott, I think his name was, already call his family and bought tickets.”

I nod, “How long have I been here?”

“About 3 hours I think,” the nurse says as she straightens some paperwork.

“Can Scott come in here?”

The nurse nods, sticks her head out the door, and montions. Scott walks in. “I’ll be back in a few.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay! I would’ve beaten you in another life if you got to die before me!”

“Thanks Scotty...I didn’t know I meant that much to you,” I say with obvious sarcasm. I pat the side of the bed and he lays beside me with his arm draped over my shoulders in a very protective position.

“I’m worried.”

“shush...I know you are. I can feel you practically shaking right now. I’ll let you know if anything happens, but for now try and sleep okay?”

I am almost asleep again when the nurse comes back in again and grabs my attention, “Okay, David is almost out of surgrey. No one can see him yet thought. It’ll probably be another 2 hours. Are you resting comfortably?”

“As comfortable as I can be considering.”

“Awesome, be back soon,” and with that, the nurse left the doorframe and was off to another room.

My thoughts start to race. “What would I do without him? What if he doesn’t pull through? What if I casued this?”

“Y/n slow down. You didn’t cause any of this.”

“But what if I never begged him to get out and do something today? Would I still be here? Why did this happen to us? Why not another day? Why not give me one more day to savor him? I love him so much, what have I done to upset the universe?” I quickly get out, not paying attention to Scotty at all.

My heart rate starts to speed. The guilt is rising in me. The hatred is building. The heart monitor starts rapidly beeping, prompting nurses to rush in and practically throw Scott off the bed. I’m shaking uncontrollably and my eye movement is rapid, glancing from one nurse to the next. “Grab one half miligram alprazolam now!”

I start to breathe easier and calm down a little. The room fades out and I close my eyes.

Unfortunaltey I get lightly shoulder shoved by a stranger yelling, “Hey. Y/N wake up. It’s me. Can you hear me? Mom I think she’s still under.”

“Honey can you hear us?” I start to open my eyes and glane around the room to see where I am.

“Huh? Wh- oh hey, guys, you made it! I’m so glad y’all are here. I didn’t mean to hurt David, I really didnt, I love him so much. Wait where’s David? Is he okay? Did he live?”.

“Slow down. It’s okay. We were asking if you wanted to go see him,” Palo said gently.

“Of course I do.”

Toby grabs my wheelchair and Ester puts my hair up into a ponytail, while Sara helps me into the chair.

“Ready?” Sara asks. I nod.

After being pushed down a few feet of hallway, we turn left and go a couple of doors down before turning into his room on the right. He looks like a wreck (no pun intended). I finally let myself cry. I push myself to reach his hand, the one I was playing with right before the crash.

“I love you so much, please wake up. You can’t leave me, more importantly you can leave us. You’ll never get to watch your little sisters walk down the aisle. You’ll never get to see Toby get all nervous as he is about to ask his crush out to Prom. You’ll never get to see the look on your parents face when we tell them they are going to be grandparents. You’ll never see our beautiful kids. Pull through Dobrik. You can’t, so don’t. You are loved by so many, don’t give up on us baby.”

His siblings are holding his left hand, as his mom is messing with his hair and his dad is holding his wife whispering to her that it’ll be okay.

After a few minutes of silence, his finger wraps around my ring finger and the heart monitors give out a long and continued beep. The sound no one likes to hear.

“You gave up on us Dobrik.”

#David dobrik #David dobrik x reader #natalie #angst #vlog squad #masterlist #imagine

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rose-gold-romantic · 5 years

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Whatever It Takes: Chapter Nine

A Loki x Reader based in the Tesseract fic universe! Avengers: Infinity War follow-up fic. Next in the Tesseract fic series. Links to Tesseract, Lokasenna, What Heroes Do, and Fidelity. Also to my AU Feel You.

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Just a forewarning, this one has a major POV shift from the past entries, since Reader was Dusted at the end of Fidelity! Keeping with my recent trend in fic titles, it’s named after a track on the official soundtrack. I also constantly watch this Video, and recommend it to hype you up!

When we arrived back at the Avengers Compound, Tony was already hard at work assembling the Quantum Tunnel that we would need for our “Time Heist”. Bruce and Rocket quickly went to work helping, and its assembly did not take long after they had began.

Thor and I came to take a look at it, and Tony was dragging a cart full of material through the room to the Tunnel.

“Drifting left.” Tony warned, walking around Thor and I. “On the side there, Lebowski. How’s it going, Ratchet?”

“It’s Rocket.” The raccoon insisted as he tightened down some bolts. “Take it easy, you’re only a genius on Earth, pal.”

“Well we’re trying to test this sucker out today, so I want to finish.” Tony prodded in return. “You almost done?”

“Yeah.” Rocket sighed. “Woulda been done earlier if jolly green giant hadn’t ditched to go work on ant-guy’s suit.”

“I hope this works.” I mumbled, not intending anyone to hear me.

“Me too.” Tony agreed.

A few hours later, Barton walked onto the Tunnel’s platform in his Quantum Suit. Most of us had gathered around to watch, but Thor had chosen to remain uninvolved for the time being.

“Clint, now you’re gonna feel a little discombobulated from the chronoshift.” Bruce warned, prepping the tunnel to activate. “Don’t worry about it.”

Clint nodded, taking his place.

“Alright, Clint.” Bruce said, “We’re going in three… two… one!”

A helmet that resembled Scott’s popped into place on Clint’s head, and he promptly disappeared through the tunnel. In a matter of seconds, Clint rematerialized on the glass platform, breathing heavily and laying face down.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Natasha said as she ran to him, assisting him in sitting up. “You okay?”

Barten held up a baseball glove with a small smile. “Yea, it worked. It worked.”

“Now all that’s left is to figure out where and when to get the stones.” Tony laughed.

“Let’s figure that out now.” Steve said, “Everyone, to the conference room.”

We all made our way to the conference room, my brother included. We all took our seats, and the screens above the table showed the images and information that they had about each of the infinity stones. Tony, Steve, and Bruce stood at the front of the table, taking the lead in organizing and planning.

“Okay, so the ‘how’ works. Now we gotta figure out the when and the where.” Steve said. “Almost all of us have had an encounter with at least one of the six infinity stones.”

“Well I’d substitute the word encounter for damn well near been killed by one of the six infinity stones.” Tony proposed sarcastically.

“I haven’t!” Scott pointed out, “I don’t even know what the hell you’re all talking about!”

“Regardless, we only have enough Pym Particles for one round trip each, and these stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history.” Bruce said, gesturing to the images of the stones.

“Our history.” Tony clarified. “So, not a lot of convenient spots to just drop in.”

“Which means we have to pick our targets.” Clint added.

“Correct.” Tony confirmed.

“Let’s start with the Aether.” Steve said. “Thor, Loki, what do you know?”

Thor did not rise from his spot in the corner, sunglasses shading his closed eyes.

“Is he asleep?” Natasha asked.

“No.” Rhodey said rolling his eyes. “I’m pretty sure he’s dead.”

I groaned, nudging Thor to wake him, and reminded him of what we had to do.

“Where to start? Umm... The Aether, first, is not a stone, someone called it a stone before. It's more of a... and angry sludge thing, so... someones gonna need to amend that. Here's an interesting story though, many years ago...My grandfather had to hide the stones from the Dark Elves…” Thor wiggled his hands around, and I audibly sighed, closing my eyes. “Wooooh, scary beings. So Jane,” He gestured to the screen as her photo appeared, “Oh, there she is. That's Jane... She's... an old flame of mine... She... she stuck her hand inside a rock this one time... and then the Aether stuck itself inside her... And, she became very, very sick. So I had to take her to Asgard, which is where I'm from. And we had to try and fix her. We were dating at the time, you see. I got to introduce her to my Mother... who's dead…” Thor trailed off, his broken emotions pushing their way through again, “and oh you know, Jane and I aren't even dating anymore, these things happen though you know, nothing last forever,” Tony and I attempted to direct him back to his chair, and he brushed us both off, insisting that he finish his ranting. “I'm not done yet, the only thing permanent in life is impermanence.”

Tony and I finally managed to stop Thor’s continued rambling, Tony suggesting some breakfast for him.

“Awesome.” Tony said, “Eggs?”

“No, I’d like a Bloody Mary, thank you.” Thor grinned, causing me to roll my eyes.

“What I believe my brother meant to say is that the Aether is a volatile stone. It is not always in stone form, as he sort of explained, and in 2013 during my captivity in Odin’s dungeons, his girlfriend Jane Foster became the Aether’s host body, similar to the way that (Y/N) and Danvers host the Space Stone’s power. Jane was kept in Asgard to help her during that time, so it would be best to retrieve the Aether from that time and place since Jane poses no great threat.”

“Perfect.” Tony said, “Thor, Rocket, you guys can get on that. What about the purple one?”

“Can we move into the lounge?” Thor mumbled, “These chairs aren’t very comfortable.”

“Quill said he stole the power stone from Morag.” Rocket said as we all moved to the sofas and chairs.

“Is that a person?” Scott asked, beginning to eat the take-out that Natasha had ordered.

“Morag’s a planet.” Rocket clarified. “Quill was a person.”

“A planet?” Scott asked, excited. “Like in outer space?”

“Oh, look. It’s like a little puppy, all happy and everything.” Rocket said, mocking Lang. “Do you wanna go to space? You wanna go to space, puppy? I’ll take you to space.”

After the meal had been finished, Natasha began writing down notes for our plan.

“Thanos found the Soul Stone on Vormir.” Nebula said.

“What is Vormir?” Natasha asked, writing on her notepad.

“A dominion of death, at the very center of Celestial existence.” Nebula continued. “It’s where… Thanos murdered my sister.”

Natasha wrote down what Nebula had said, and the room remained quiet for a moment.

“Not it.” Scott said, intimidated by Nebula’s description.

“What about the other three?” Steve asked. “When is the best point to grab those?”

“Are we even going to be able to get the Time stone?” Tony asked, “It took a lot to get Strange to give it up five years ago, and that was when people were being attacked right in front of him.”

“I’m not sure.” Steve trailed off.

One by one, people left to get some sleep. Eventually, only Tony, Natasha, Bruce, and myself remained to brainstorm.

“That Time Stone guy…” Natasha began.

“Doctor Strange.” Bruce answered.

“Yeah, what kind of doctor was he?” She asked.

“Neurostuff meets rabbit from a hat.” Tony replied. “Nice place in the village, though.”

“Yeah. Sullivan Street.” Bruce said, “Hmm… Bleeker.”

“Wait, Strange lived in New York?” I asked, sitting upright.

“No, he lived in Toronto.” Tony quipped.

“If we pick the right year, there are three stones in New York.” I said, “Two of them in my posession.”

“Shut the front door!” Bruce exclaimed, sitting up.

“But who goes to get which ones?” Tony asaked, “How do we divvy up the teams?”

“Bruce, you should get the time stone.” I said, “You’ll have the easiest time getting across New York during the battle. Tony and Scott should retrieve the Tesseract. Steve can grab the scepter from the shield agents, and I’ll help him with that if needed. If it turns out that he doesn’t need me, I’ll come assist you and Scott.”

“Do we really have it all planned out now?” Natasha asked, smiling. “We can do this in the morning?”

“It would appear so.” I said, allowing myself a smile.

“Rest up, guys.” Tony said, walking to his room in the Compound. “We’ve got a big day coming up.”

As I walked to my room that night, I couldn’t help smiling. We were so close, so ready to reach out and take what we had been working so hard to achieve. In the morning we would be able to rectify and resolve the past five years of struggle.

My dreams intensified my joy, for the first time in years they might be a possibility. Even in the five years since the snap, my mind had never lost a bit of (Y/N). I could envision her perfectly, from the way her hair fell in her face when she was reading, to the way she would smirk before giving a smart remark. I dreamed of reuniting with her, and for the first time in years, I slept soundly.

In the morning, we all gathered and prepared to complete our mission. We all dressed in our Quantum suits, walking up to the Tunnel platform.

“Alright. We have a plan. Six stones, three teams. One shot.” Steve said as Bruce finished prepping the Tunnel for our trip. “Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends… We lost family… We lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes, no do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know, but it doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we’re gonna win.”

Tony shot Steve a knowing look, smiling.

“Whatever it takes.” Steve continued. “Good luck.”

“He’s pretty good at that.” Rocket observed.

“Right?” Scott agreed, smiling.

“All right. You heard the man.” Tony said. “Stroke those keys, jolly green.”

“Tractors engaged.” Bruce said.

Rocket gestured to the shrunk Benatar that rested in Clint’s hand. “You promise to bring that back in one piece, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Clint nodded, “Ok. I’ll do my best.”

“As far as promises go, that was pretty lame.” Rocket grumbled.

Natasha smiled to each of us as we stood in our positions. “See you in a minute.”

The countdown began, and we were all sucked into the Quantum tunnel.

#loki #loki x reader #endgame #fanficiton #marvel #whatever it takes #rose gold romantic

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fenthyr · 5 years

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Hi and goodbye (Part 1) (Bucky x Reader)

pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Steve approaches you to help him fight against Thanos in Wakanda. Of course you help him and there you meet Bucky again after Civil war. He’s different now. Good different.

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Ring ring.

“yeah with y/n”

“y/n,it’s Steve. Where are you we need to talk”

“I’m in New York actually. You?”

“I’ll be in New York by 7pm. You know where to meet me.”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

You were standing at the tree in the park. This is where you and Steve met for the first time. There was an attack from Loki in New York a few years back. You were fighting some of those idiots when Steve came by to help because you weren’t exactly winning. A few years later you helped him with civil war. Steve kind of saved your life and you owed him that much. There you met Sam, Clint, Scott, Wanda and Bucky. And now Steve needed your help again and you were glad he called you for this. You always want to help him, you may not see him a lot but he’s still a close friend.

“y/n, How are you?”

“Great, well you know fighting the little crimes to get some exercise.” I laughed.

“Good, it will be useful.”

“what’s going on? what can I help with?”

Steve sighted “ there is a war coming. A big one.”

“against who?”

“Thanos.” Steve said angry.

“Thanos, I’ve heard of him before but I thought it were just stories?”

“No, he is very real and he is coming for earth.” Steve looked away. “He wants to kill half the universe, but to kill half the universe he needs all of the infinity stones.”

“How do we even know were he’ll be when he comes to earth?”

“Vision has the soul stone. He will coma after him. We go to Wakanda so less innocent people will die and we will have more warriors.”

“okey, when do we leave?”

“pack your stuff we leave in an hour. I’ll meet you at the avengers facility.”

You went back to your shitty apartment and packed your stuff. You also packed your combat clothes. You got those from your family, it’s been in your family for years to wear these kind of clothing and it makes you feel warm and close to your family. It’s the only thing you have left from them.

You met Steve at the avengers facility and saw Natasha standing there too.

“Hello Natasha” you said politely. She is a scary women you know. Don’t want to be on her bad side.

“Hey y/n, ready to go?”

“yeah, I’ve heard a lot of stories about Wakanda. But I guess people are just making some stuff up. I’m wondering witch story is true.”

“okey let’s go, we need to be there by morning.” Steve stated.

You all stepped into the jet and took of to Wakanda. The fly was boring, everyone was tense for the fight to come especially when you don’t know when it starts.

“So who will be there?” I asked

“Banner, Every warrior in Wakanda, we, Wanda, Vision and Bucky. That’s what I know for sure. I don’t know about the other guys.” Steve answered.

“you think we will make it? Or stop it?”

“I don’t know.” Natasha said worried.

We finally arrived at Wakanda. Steve went to greet Bucky. Hmm, Bucky changed. He wasn’t wearing that metal arm anymore, he looked happier too. And kind of cute. It made you happy to see him like that. His smile is so innocent and sweet. ‘I can’t believe that once he was this cold blooded killer. Of course it wasn’t him but still.’ You gave him a small nod and a little smile when he saw you. Just then Shuri walked up to you.

“Hello there, you must be y/n, Hi I am Shuri, T’challa’s little sister. Come I’ll show you your place to stay.”

“Thanks Shuri. Will you be fighting with us?”

“Of course I will. I am a warrior, you know that suit that my brother wears. Yeah I kind did the special effect with that.” “ I also make other weapons. Like Bucky’s arm, I am the one fixing it.”

“Oh”-

“hey are those you combat clothes?” Shuri asks while eying your bag.

“yeah, these kind of clothes have been in the family for a long time. It’s an honor to fight in them.”

You arrived at a little cottage. It looked nice although it was very luxurious as in the city, but I liked it better here, it was quiet and peaceful. Right across the little cottage was another one. It looked like a little farm with goats. There were some other cottages to but they were further away. All around you were trees. ‘perfect place to train’ you think.

“So I’ll leave you to it. Make yourself at home.” Shuri said happily.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Tonight there is al little feast. I’ll let someone pick you up around 8pm. And wear something fancy.” “You did bring something fancy right?” she asked

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry I packed something for every occasion.” I said laughing.

Shuri closed the door behind her and I started unpacking. I got bored and thought it would be a good idea to train a little bit. I put on some training clothes and went outside. I saw Bucky and Steve talking with T’challa while Bucky was throwing some straw on a pile. They looked serious, I guess they were discussing the battle. I walked to the forest and looked for a death tree. I know fighting a person instead of a tree would be way more useful. But I can’t just ask people I don’t know to fight me. Or at least I think it’s weird. after some running and jumping around to warm up I focus on the tree. First the basics of course. Slicing the tree at both sides with a knife. After that I take my sword. Attacking the tree until it’s barely standing. Suddenly I hear a noise behind me. I take my bow and aim at the place where the sound came from.

“who’s there?”

Bucky came out of the shadow with raised hands.

“wow Don’t worry it’s just me. I saw you running into the forest and thought I would check on you.” He said with a little grin.

“you should know never to sneak up on people who are training and expecting a fricking war any second now.” I said jokingly while putting my bow down.

Bucky just laughed. “ your pretty good with knives you know. But training with a tree? I don’t think that very useful. They don’t exactly defend themselves.”

“I know but it’s better than nothing.”

“you should train with me and Steve tomorrow, we’re going to train hand to hand combat.”

“yeah, just tell me when and where.”

“I’ll pick you up at 9 am, just be ready.”

“okey” I smiled at him and he stepped away.

Okey I have to admit that I maybe kind of really like the guy. Last time I saw him he was so cold and now he is so happy. It instantly makes me happy too. Oh, and those eyes I could drown in those eyes. And then we haven’t talked about that ass. I stood there for 10 minutes or so just dreaming about the guy until I realized I needed to go shower and get ready for the party tonight.

you are so happy that they prepared a music instillation in the cottage. I know right who thought a cottage could have a music instillation in every freaking room. I put some of my favorite song in the playlist and turn the music on before I go to take a shower. I walk into the bathroom and take in the sight of a beautiful modern but still cozy bathroom. ‘This place is way better than that apartment.’ I cleaned myself up and went to the closet. “Okey what to wear?” you had this beautiful dress that you wore when you had a mission at a party. ‘well I did look good in that dress?’ ‘outfit chosen.’ Once the dress was on you did your hair and make-up.

Knock, Knock.

‘Oh no, of course I need to start stressing right now. I don’t even know who came to pick me up.’

I walked to the door and opened it to see a very handsome Bucky open the door. He had his hair half up an was wearing a black suit. God he looked great. Bucky cleared his throat and I caught myself staring.

“So, you ready to go?”

“Yeah, Totally ready” I answered with a smile.

We hooked our arms together and walked to T’challa’s place. Bucky greeted Steve, T’challa and Bruce while I want to greet Natasha, Wanda and Shuri.

“Hey y/n, we haven’t seen you all day where were you?” Natasha asked.

“Oh, well you know preparing for the fight of our lives you know how it goes.” I said jokingly

“oh, I love this song” Wanda said while giving you a glass of champagne. And ran to the dance floor. She turned around and motioned us to follow her. Nat, Shuri and I Shared a look and followed Wanda into the crowed. Nat looked over your shoulder and smiled, you wanted to turn around but Nat kept you in place.

“Don’t look now but I think someone likes you.” She said with a grin

“oh come on Nat at least tell me who it is.”

“don’t worry you’ll know soon enough.” She took another sip from her drink while looking you directly in the eyes. You just looked back confused cause you had no idea what she was planning. Wanda and Shuri must have noticed Nat’s sudden change and already knew why too.

“Okey Girls what’s going on?” I asked kind of scared.

“oh nothing don’t worry about it.” Wanda answers.

Shuri just stood there with a smile on her face. They are definitely up to something.

After some dancing and ignoring The girls Glances and grins you start feeling tired. You did drink some more than you intended but that’s definitely Nat’s fault she kept giving you more drinks and did not give up until you drank it so you just went with it.

“Hey, I loved this evening but I think I’ll head to bed now. I have an early training session with Steve and Buck tomorrow so. See ya later girls” I said tired and maybe a little to exited about the Bucky part.

“Okey bye y/n sleep tight!” they yelled drunkly.

Natasha’s POV

“Okey tomorrow she has a training session whit Buck and Steve. Now there is one problem.” Nat said

“Steve.” Shuri and Wanda said in unision.

“I’llmake sure he won’t make it. You two go talk to bucky. It will only work better if we get the two alone as much as possible” Nat winked

Nat walked over to Steve when she saw him sitting alone.

Your POV

You were walking to you cottage. Well a little bit slower than normally cause you know alcohol. When you heard someone call your name. you turned around and saw Bucky running up to you.

“Hey y/n, leaving already?”

“Well lets see its 2 am and we got training at 9 so yeah. Plus Nat, Wanda and Shuri were feeding me alcohol like I would die if I didn’t have a drink every 2 minutes.”

“that’s what they do to new members of the group you know. It’s like their kind of ritual. The’ll be teasing you about a lot more the next days.”

“what did they do to you?” you asked thinking about how Bucky would be when he is drunk.

“I’m a lucky one they didn’t tease me. That’s probably because of the whole fight between Steve and Tony and the things with Hyrda.”

“So they haven’t teased you yet.” You said thinking out loud

“yet? I don’t think they will. You know I think they are secretly scared of me.” He fake whispered.

“Hahaha, Natasha, scared, of you. Hahaha Don’t make me laugh.”

“What it could.”

“Thanks Bucky, for walking me back. See you at 9 in the morning right?”

“yeah see ya y/n”

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End part 1

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #wakanda #buckyxreader #infintywar #marvel

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tessascottxxi · 5 years

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Fic recommendations!

A little different kind of fic rec post, these are my favourite fics that sit on ao3 unfinished and have not been update in a long time. So now you can suffer with me.

Hat Trick by fairwinds09

Scott unwinds with beer, hockey, and chirping at the refs. It's Patrick's job to keep him from doing anything else.

(A look at the possibilities inherent in the iconic moment that spawned an internet's worth of proud Canadian memes.)

A true classic taking place in Pyeongchang, with real life moments, all told through Chiddy’s POV

BALANCE! by Golden_Ticket

Once she is left completely to her own devices she takes the book back into her hands, runs her fingers over the waxy cover and looks at her face on there. She’s photographed from the waist up, holding both her palms to the sky like a Justice statue with a high ponytail, on each palm a set of figurines that have been well photoshopped in later (getting that right had taken quite a few reworks by the graphic design department of her publisher). On her left, the figurines are a little family on a mountain of furniture and pots, bowls and baby-bottles while on the right, it’s books and clothes, calculators, pens and shoes. Above it says “BALANCE” and in the sub-line: “A totally subjective guide to figuring out life”. Underneath that is her ‘new’ name Tessa Virtue-Moir. She had debated going just by Virtue for her authordom but somehow that hadn’t felt right.

Pretty much any unfinished fic by Golden_Ticket can fit on this list, as she’s one of my favourite writers in the fandom. The above fic I particularly love because it’s so real. Also feat cute VM kids! I’ve read the first 3 chapters more than I’m willing to admit.

Love Blossoms: Conversations from the Womb by watchmechooseyou

Dad-to-be bonds with his baby.

The cutest idea for a fic. Fluff, fluff and more fluff! I’m such a sucker for Dad!Scott

The Thin Ice by OnlySkyAboveMe

‘Dr Grey looked up from her clipboard when she heard a young, frantic voice asking for help. She thought her years of experience in medicine would have stopped her from ever being surprised by the sorts of things that came in through those ER doors.’

The TS/Grey’s Anatomy crossover that I doubt anyone asked for.

A Grey’s/VM crossover? Ambitious AF, and everything I’ve ever needed

Raise Hell by Mector

Something did happen during the last Stars on Ice show in Vancouver but not exactly what the fans hoped for... the world ended instead.

The zombie AU nobody asked for and you didn't know you wanted.

Honestly, every fandom needs a zombie AU, and it’s heartbreaking that this one remains unfinished. This is another one I find myself reading again and again

On a night just like us (A Spare Keys Epilogue- Plus) by Evaleigh77

A multi-part epilogue (and then some) to Spare Keys.

Everyone has read Spare Keys, right? If not, stop what you’re doing right now and go read it! In the epilogue we get a glimpse into the life of VM post-Spare Keys, and while it’s not always sunshine and happiness, it’s beautiful, but I’ll always want more of this universe.

No matter what, we’re in this together, part 2 by @tutu_22 (aka @moonriver2220

The continuing saga...Life after marriage. The road is rocky and it's not a straight path, as they had hoped. As they deserved. This can be read on its own, but you may wish to start with Part 1 of the series.

The cutest little VM family (with their dog, too!). I almost consider these guys the OG VM fic family. @moonriver2220 contributes so much great fic to the fandom, but this little family of hers will always be my fave!

the definition of devotion by virtuemoirlike (katya_kool)

You don't really know what you would do for someone until you have to.

This one is probably not everyone’s cup of tea, but if you’re like me and love action/mystery I’m sure you’ll love this one. Especially if you need another reason to make Marina a bad guy. 2 chapters up of this, but we were robbed of seeing badass, hero Scott.

with a can full of gas and a handful of matches by limned

For the first couple of months, it isn’t a problem. Scott’s so exhausted from getting back into competition shape that he usually falls directly into bed after supper and doesn’t think about sex at all.

The ultimate blue balls of fics. This one is so good, and just so crazy it might actually be believable. Unfortunately it cuts off right before the climax (pun intended)

BONUS

The very first VM fic I ever subscribed to, back in summer 2016

The Story of Us

A short story centering around the lives of canadian ice dancers (and married couple) Tessa Virtue, Scott Moir, Kaitlyn Weaver, and Andrew Poje.

VM kiddos! Weapo kiddos! Chiddy kiddos! It’s everything the way we wish it could be. With a small enough cliff hanger to keep us wondering.

PSA: I know fic writing isn’t easy, and authors can lose motivation or interest or simply not have time. If your fic is on here, I don’t mean to call you out, but just know, if you ever comeback to them, you’ll be welcomed with open arms, and excited reviews!

#vituemoir #fic #fic recs

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stxrmwithskin · 4 years

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Name: Esmeralda Rae Hastens.

Nicknames: Esme, Es.

Biological Age: 24.

Birthday: December 21st, 1993.

Star Sign: Sagittarius.

Place of Birth: Falls Church, Virginia.

Current Town: Falls Church, Virginia.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Marital Status: Single.

Species: Death God.

Occupation: Stay at home mom, Heir to Heaven.

Education: General Studies, University.

Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin.

Relations:

Parents:

Brett Hastens (Father)

Adelya Petrova (Mother)

Landon Sandell (Step-Father)

Siblings:

Delilah Aurora Hastens (Twin Sister)

Adeline Avalina Petrova-Hastens (Eldest Sister)

Phoebe Hazel Hastens (Elder Sister, †)

Blair Elena Hastens (Elder Sister)

Jade Zoe Hastens (Younger Sister)

Sophia Gemma Hastens (Younger Sister)

Roxanne Chloe Hastens (Younger Sister)

Kyle Scott Hastens (Eldest Brother, †)

Matthew Zander Hastens (Elder Brother)

Gillian Sandell (Half-Sister)

Mark Sandell Half-Brother, Twin of Maia)

Maia Sandell (Half-Sister, Twin of Mark)

Other Relatives:

Zander Hastens (Uncle)

Veronica Claw (Non-Biological Aunt)

Octavia Hastens (Aunt, †)

Emberly Hastens (Aunt)

Nesryn Hastens (Aunt)

Children:

Iliana Phoebe Hastens (Adoptive Daughter, Biological Niece)

Vasilisa “Lissa” Adeliah Hastens (Daughter).

Romantic Partners:

Nathan Forbes (On/Off Boyfriend)

Julian Adello (Ex-Boyfriend)

Jasper Reese (Ex-Lover)

Rhysand Verselle (Ex-Lover).

Friends:

Elain Silvena (Best Friend, Former Handler)

Elody Killip (Best Friend, Roommate).

Physical Features:

Build: Slim.

Weight: 123.5 lbs.

Height: 5’7 ft.

Ethnicity: White.

Skin Tone: Olive.

Hair Color: Dark Brown.

Eye Color: Hazel with dominant green shades.

Tattoos: “Joy” in cursive on outer side of left wrist.

Birthmark: Crescent moon on right shoulder.

Scars: N/A.

Species Information:

Main Powers: Telepathy, materialization, elemental powers, flying, healing, resurrection, death prediction within family, aura reading, ability to see spirits, telekinesis, superhuman strength, speed, agility, dexterity, enhance senses, self-regeneration, shapeshifting into wolf, spell casting, immortality, ability to kill others with a thought. Main Weaknesses: Seraph blades are harmful but not lethal to Esmeralda. This will delay her regenerative capabilities for a certain amount of time depending on the grade of the wound. Seraph blades are blades angels are susceptible too, and because one of her more dominant species is angelic, she too is susceptible. Mort daggers are lethal to all death gods. If struck through the heart with one of these blades, Esmeralda would die. Mort daggers were five daggers created by Lucifer and hid all over the world meant for the original five death gods that original were born into existence, since Esmeralda is the child of one of the children of those death gods, she too is vulnerable to them.

Species Features: White feathered wings, wing slits, crescent moon birthmark originally meant for the Heir to Hell as she was supposed to be.

Diet: In order to maintain and keep up her extensive set of powers, Esmeralda must drink blood. This blood can be the blood of any other species.

Personality:

Esmeralda wasn’t always as cold and cynical as she’s become. Despite her family troubles, she was rather innocent and looked at the world hopefully. However, over the years she’s become colder and has had her eyes opened to what she believes to be the way of the world. There are a few exceptions for her iciness, and those are her children and her siblings. They get to see a warmer, more compassionate side of her. With them, she is understanding and kind. Esmeralda tends to avoid intense feelings and emotions using wit, a blunt attitude, sarcasm, and deflection. She feels a great deal, but is known for bottling things and pushing them down, so when she does deal with something head on, it brings all the other emotions to surface and she gets rather overwhelmed, often falling into states of depression. Because of the one constant of people walking out of her life and sometimes never coming back, she’s learned to push people away, to keep them at an arm’s length, which is another reason she avoids emotional honesty and intimacy, because it keeps people from getting too close to hurt her. She prefers superficial relationships with no true roots because they don’t result in a broken heart. She has trust issues, so if she ends up letting someone in and allowing them to get close, it’s not a common occurrence. She will be completely loyal to those she develops this bond with. However, if she’s hurt or betrayed, she can be extremely spiteful. Esme had a high temper and tends to snap first and ask questions later, though the exception to this is her kids. Her temper is volatile, and if someone she loves is especially threatened, violence tends to be a medium of that rage. She often finds rage and anger are the easiest emotions for her to feel, and knows if she dips far into the others, she won’t be able to control it, which is something she’s had a great deal of difficulty with, losing control. In most things, Esmeralda is blunt and uncensored, she has the tendency to say the things that if people noticed, they wouldn’t talk about. Though, the one thing she isn’t quite as blunt about is the rejection of her ‘destiny’. She fears the angels taking action against her, or worse, someone she loves if she full out rejects what they believe she is to do. And so, she lives her life just within the lines they’ve set for her, if only to avoid getting tortured, or having someone she loves targeted. More so than her sisters, she has the tendency to be reckless and impulsive, something that goes hand and hand with her blunt attitude and her temper. She acts and thinks on how she’s feeling in the moment, and doesn’t always take the time to sort it out. Despite a constant show of bravado and a generally cocky defect, Esmeralda is insecure, and believes herself to be expendable, something that started as early as her parents mistreating her, and developed more so with struggles in other relationships. Despite not wanting to get close, she’s rather extroverted, though she keeps the deeper parts of herself reserved, she tends to be more outgoing, however not everyone can get along with her attitude. Her biggest weak spot are her two children, and her biggest fear is that one day the angels will use this against her if she steps out of line. Despite her tendencies favoring rash actions, she’s intelligent, and she’s capable of being calculated.

Biography:

Background & Birth:

From the beginning of her pregnancy, Adelya knew that something was different. It had not been like her other pregnancies in any sense. She wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something. As the pregnancy developed, she found her own health declining rapidly. She grew weaker and weaker the longer she was pregnant. Finally, Brett took Adelya to a shaman healer. Upon seeing her, the shaman was struck, and with a deeper, more magical search, he realized that the children Adelya carried had a far greater purpose than even their lineage would suggest. He informed them there had been a prophecy, long foretold within both the Hell and Heaven realms, that one day the time would come for new heirs to rise to take over Heaven and Hell. The heirs would be twin girls, with the first born being destined for darkness, meant to be future Heir to Hell, and the second born being destined for light, meant to rule Heaven. At first, neither was willing to believe it, but eventually came to terms with what their daughters were meant for. In preparation, they did as much research as they possibly could on the prophecy, something Adelya had a great deal of time to do with all the time spent on bedrest.

Adelya’s health continued to rapidly decrease. Near her seventh month of pregnancy, it was evident that she would not survive carrying the children to term. Even her vampire nature would not be enough to save her and her children. Two weeks into her third trimester, she discovered she was bleeding. Both she and Brett knew they had to save the children, so an emergency c-section was performed, which is where it all went wrong. The procedure was complicated because of her vampire nature, but alongside of that, the twins were not born in the natural order intended. Esmeralda, in line with the prophecy was intended to be heir to Hell, and was meant to be born first, however, because of the c-section, Delilah was born first, and despite the way fate was meant to swing, she was to be the Heir to Hell. Esmeralda was removed second, taking place as the Heir to Heaven.

Childhood:

Using complicated to describe her childhood would be a severe understatement. From day one, people doted on her twin sister over her. Where Delilah had been an easy, happy baby, Esmeralda had been a difficult one. While Delilah had a natural light charm about her, Esmeralda always had something darker about her, even when she was innocent, she was not her sister, and life had seemed set up to remind her of that fact. Though, despite being ignored, strangle enough she bore no ill will to her siblings that got more attention, to her it was a tragic but given fact that she came last. Anybody putting her above others often was met by surprise from Esmeralda. As long as she was able to comprehend the environment around her, she can remember the fights between her parents. More often than not, Esmeralda found herself caught between the fights of her parents. The couple did not simply squabble with each other or have small disagreements – when they fought, the house hold shook with the volume of their screams. They’d go on for hours, and more than often her relations with her parents were one or the other trying to sway her towards their side of the argument, if they even paid attention to her. If it wasn’t for the fact her elder sister Adeline was there to look after her and care for her, to give her the time of day when others would not, she might never have held onto her innocence and hopeful nature as long as she did.

She was eight the first time her father left. Even though she wasn’t always the closest with him, she mourned his departure. A lot of the times she questioned herself, what she could have done to make him stay, or what actions she had done to make him leave. The cycle continued each time he came back. She lost track of the times he’d leave, disappear for weeks, sometimes months or years. During those times, she couldn’t rely on her mother. She was either occupied with a new boyfriend or child. The only thing she could rely on were her parents abandoning her.

Teen Years:

The pattern of her father’s disappearances carried well on into her teenage years. The cycle became so normal, she began to forget that her father’s patterns had laid the groundwork to her always keeping a distance from people. Even as in her youth, she found ways to avoid intimacy, often through avoiding people in general. She was more introverted. And though her mother had them attending a human school, no true connections ever came of it. In class, she focused only on her courses and tasks at hand. She didn’t gossip with the other students or pass notes in the back of the class. The only time she was really open was when she was around her two sisters, Delilah and Adeline. While she and Delilah would always meet for coffee in the local café, in school, they were often avoided each other.

When Esmeralda was thirteen, her mother told her and Delilah about their prophecy. Though it had remained clear from the start to her that she wasn’t exactly like her other siblings, at least in terms of powers, she knew that. But she hadn’t expected the bomb that was dropped on her by any means. She had always believed that she was meant to be in the background. Delilah she could imagine as a leader, but herself, it hadn’t dawned on her in any sense. She spent almost two years scoffing at the idea, finding new ways to deny what she was meant to do. While she didn’t rebel against the idea in so many ways, she rejected it.

When she was fifteen, she started to shift, losing the innocence and optimistic nature. It started rather simply, in fact, with something that might have been normal by most circumstances. She got involved with a man. His name was Rhysand, and he was from an ancient family of hybrid vampire-werewolves. She found him wounded, and offered him her blood to heal. She knew the risks at the time, knew that her angelic blood could be addictive to those who craved blood, but she wanted to ensure he healed. And so she fed him her blood. Predictably, he got addicted to it, and she too got addicted to him in a way. He was escape from all the things at home. Her mother and father’s flightiness, the stress of the prophecy. For a time, she could just be carefree. She started skipping some days of school, spending most days at his house, often letting him feed off her just because she enjoyed the thrill. Eventually their relationship became sexual, and he took her virginity. They continued the rather unhealthy interaction for about a year. Unfortunately, Esmeralda fell for him, yet he hadn’t wanted that type of relationship with her, so when she told him of her feelings, she was rejected, and not kindly.

She was changed by it. The cruel rejection from the man she had loved stirred up all the feelings of a similar rejection from her parents and it basically took the lid off the bottle. She snapped. She started partying, often taking supernatural drugs to feel alive, to let her hair down and be out of control of something. She slept around, and didn’t regard anyone’s feelings but her own. Despite her close relationship with Delilah, they grew distant over the next two years as Esme changed. Delilah kept confronting her about her problems and habits, and Esme didn’t want to face them. Instead she grew closer to her sister Phoebe, who turned into her party buddy, someone who wasn’t trying to change her back into the girl she’d been before.

When she was seventeen, the angels took her for the first time. They had been watching her since birth, certain she would mess up since she hadn’t been intended to be the heir at all. Seeing her behavior, they believed it to be a disgrace to heaven and wanted to nip it in the bud immediately. They’d use a series of torture techniques. Physical and emotional. Whether they were messing with her mind, or ripping into her body, they found their ways to make Esme fear their wrath. The first time, they released her after a week. The second time, she was not nearly so lucky. They kept her for three months that time. No one came to save her as they simply believed she’d gone off the rails partying. And even though after two times of being tortured by the angels enough to fear them, she still went on partying. The third time she was taken for half a year. They allowed her to experience the fall from heaven to earth. She collided in her hometown in an alleyway, slamming hard enough into the ground to make her bones shatter. The pain knocked her unconscious.

Upon waking up, she was at the house of a male named Nathan. He had bandaged up her external wounds and had watched over her while she had healed. She had been more than alarmed and paranoid at first, but after spending a few days in his home, their relationship switched to the blossoming of a friendship. And perhaps it was because she didn’t know him, and he didn’t have expectations of her, but he was the first person she told about being tortured by the angels. He helped her come up with a loophole for the angels strict rules so she could continue to be her partying self. They spent three months around each other, and her platonic feelings for him developed into something more romantic, though she kept them hidden because Nathan had a girlfriend at the time. Eventually he broke up with his girlfriend two months after meeting Esme, simply because of her attitude and behavior. Eventually, he fell for Esme too. She let him in, trusted him and they started a relationship. It didn’t last long, eventually Nathan returned to his ex, breaking Esmeralda’s heart in a much deeper manner than before, and further affirming her trust issues.

Determined to go back to her lifestyle, she moved to Los Angelos with her sister Phoebe. For a while, they went about partying, doing so under the radar with Esmeralda dancing around the angels set lines. Phoebe started growing paranoid and carried an odd behavior. Esmeralda was scared she was losing it. Things only got worse when Phoebe discovered she was four months pregnant. It seemed to be her undoing. She spent most nights pacing the house, muttering about how something was coming for her. She gave birth a month before she was due, to a little girl.

Later in the evening after Phoebe had given birth, Esme woke up to the sound of the infant child crying. At first she thought nothing of it, until the crying persisted on. Eventually she got up, worry striking her. She went down to her sister’s room and found the child alone in her sister’s bed, and next to her, a letter. Esme calmed the infant down despite her confusion, then settled her back on the bed to read the letter. The letter was from her sister. Most of it was scribbled thoughts of her paranoia, but there was some clarity to it, telling Esme she loved her and that she was sorry.

Adult Years:

With her sister’s disappearance, there was no one to look after the daughter she’d left behind. Esmeralda was left to take on a child she had not been prepared for in any sort of way. But, despite her lack of being prepared for such a thing, she took it on. It was difficult, extremely so. But it was good for her, because it gave her a reason to smarten up. It gave her something to care about, to drive her. She became a mother to the child, adopting her as her own. She became more responsible, stopped partying and got sober of the spell ridden drugs she’d been relying on to take her from the cruelty of the world she’d been in. She struggled with it, but she always had something to anchor her, something to drive her to keep going. She ended up naming the child she adopted Iliana Phoebe, in honor of her sister and Iliana’s biological mother. It was one of her better kept secrets, at an early age she even imprinted a copy of her own birthmark onto Iliana’s shoulder, knowing that any biological child of hers would have it, and it would be necessary to make it seem as if Iliana was her true child.

She ended up meeting Julian two years after taking in Iliana. He was everything that she needed. He was safe, reliable. He had a daughter the same age as Iliana named Rose. They ended up getting together, but despite the fact that he was safe and secure with him, there was no passion. She loved him, but she was not in love with him. She made it work for as long as she could. Things started getting more serious, and when he proposed to her, she almost accepted, but realized it wouldn’t be right because while she loved him, she could never be in love the way he was. She ended things.

When Iliana was three years old, she felt a familiar echo of power, one she’d felt only three times before – when family members of her had fallen. Only this one was different, closer, it felt like a part of her. She knew what it meant, that her sister Phoebe had died. She wasn’t sure how, but she spent over a year trying to find her body, or her killer. She couldn’t find anything. It was hard to deal with the loss, but when she was finally no longer consumed by trying to find her, she mourned for her sister.

It was just after the death of her sister when Nathan came back into her life. She couldn’t believe it. At first, she kept him at a distance, scared to let him back in after he’d left her for his ex. She was terrified of being hurt. But she was vulnerable, with the death of her sister, and more than that, despite her better efforts, she still loved him, she ended up getting close again, and they became close to getting back together again. One morning she woke up, and he was gone, leaving her heartbroken all over again.

She never truly got that close to anyone romantically after that. The closest she came to romance was Jasper Reese, who came into her life two weeks later when she took Iliana for a check-up. He was a doctor known for treating the supernatural, and Iliana had a worrying fever. At first it was strictly professional, she relied on him solely for medical help with Iliana. It shifted when she discovered he was Iliana’s birth father. Knowing what it was like to be raised without a father, she told him that he was Iliana’s father, and let him be part of her life, even though she was scared he would try to take Iliana from her. Esme got involved in a physical with Jasper, and feelings started to develop, but then he too left. She discovered she was pregnant two weeks later, but knew because of the date that it was not Jasper’s, but Nathan’s. However, because the answer was easier, because Jasper held less power over her, she lied and told those who asked about the father that he was.

She had a daughter whom she named Vasilisa, though it was an incredibly rare day that she ever used her full name. Often she affectionately called her “Lissa.” She had her hands full with two daughters, but during her pregnancy she had taken the time to fully repair things with Delilah, whom she’d pushed away but always held closer than others. Those were her main emotional ties, as she swore of almost all romantic connections, certain they could only lead to pain. She still rejected her destiny in a more quiet manner, but never quite said it allowed, because she feared the angels may come and take the two most important things in the world to her, her daughters.

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Billy Kaplan

Did you see BILLY KAPLAN from MARVEL COMICS walking around Limbo? The MALE looks like TYLER YOUNG, and is NINETEEN years old. I’ve heard he can be FRIENDLY but also CYNICAL. When I think of them I think of MAGIC, SPACE, COMICS. They’ve been here WITH their memories as a TECH OPERATOR at LIMBO TIMES THEATRE for 3 MONTHS. I heard they’re still trying to figure out how they ended up in Limbo.

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Name: William Kaplan Nicknames: Billy, Bill, Bee, B, Asgardian, Wiccan, Demiurge, “That Twink from the Young Avengers”:

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Identity: Secret identity

Orientation: Homosexual

Species: Homosuperior

Allegiance: Young avengers, New avengers (formerly), Magneto’s relatives, Maximoff family. MBTI: INFP (Introvert Intuitive Feeling Perceiving)

Powers: Reality warping, Chaos Magic.

Backstory

“See, I'm the child of a witch and an android. I'm their wish come true. Bigger than magic, living information, retro-reincarnated in human form. Now, my brother? He'd give you a physical fight. He'd warp time and space to punch you fifty times a second. But when I warp time and space... I use my words. And I say I'm a bigger deal in this reality than you are. Now sit tight, you little pest... While we clean up the mess you made..” The soul twin brother of Tommy Shepherd, and soul child of Wanda and the Vision. His soul transferred into the body of Billy Kaplan, an already living, then 16-year old son of Rebecca and Jeff Kaplan, and brother of two younger brothers. He didn’t find out about his powers until he confronted his long term high school bully, John Kesler. During this, Billy almost killed him. He worked for the Avengers since he was 16, during that time he was engaged to his, then boyfriend, Teddy Altman. "I've never really had a problem with being different from other people. It's other people who have the problem with me."As said before, Billy was bullied through high school because of his fanboyness and for his, apparent obvious homosexuality. He usually did nothing to stop these bullies, until he met the Scarlet witch out the front of the avengers mansion, who healed his wounds and gave him some advice, however this contributed to the emergence of his powers, coming out as eletrokinesis. "This is not super hero behavior" With these new found powers, Billy had been asked to join Iron lad’s Young avengers, as he had been listed in Visions Avengers Fail-Safe Program. Being the fan boy he is and with his powerset of Electric Manipulation, he decided to take after the avenger, Thor. Taking up the position of Asgardian. This was short lived as his team mates suggested the name of Wiccan after Iron lad had left them and though, Captain america had warned them against continuing their superhero behaviour and putting people in danger. And they obviously did not listen. During his time, Billy had met Hulkling or Teddy Altman who soon became his boyfriend. The young avengers kept up their superhero activities and met up often. Before one of these meetings, Billy had attempted to tell his parents he was a superhero, however his parents had interpreted this as Billy coming out to them. Fortunately they were very happy for him and approving of his boyfriend. Remaining unaware of the boys superhero status, did not last long as the Super Skull blew up their house in order to kidnap Teddy. This ended in the death of Teddy’s mother and outed the boys as superheroes and the dangers of this. Teddy disappeared from the house, prompting the young avengers to attempt to resume him. Using the Avengers Fail-Safe program lead them to a superpowered juvenile detention facility where he met his reincarnated brother, Tommy Shepherd. His teammate, Cassie Lang had pointed out that they could have been twins. They rescued Teddy and discovered he and Tommy’s possible connections to the Scarlet Witch. “Now, would anyone other than the team sociopath care to weigh in?" He and the other young avengers had been arrested during the Civil War, he was forced to teleport the entire prisoner bus to safety. He met the runaways during the events of the civil war, attempting to help them, only ending up in a fight. Moments after the fight had ended, the two groups were attacked by a hypnotised Marvel Boy. BIlly was captured along with Hulkling, becoming prisoners of the Warden and was forced to watch his boyfriend be cut open for the Wardens sadistic pleasure, while he was cut off from hearing himself and unable to perform his spells as a downside. Forced to listen to the sick dialogue of the Warden. Once freed by Xavin of the runaways, Teddy had to stop Billy from killing the Warden“Gee, let me check my super hero manual. Oh, wait, it’s in my other tights”After this, Billy and the rest of the young avengers returned back to Cap’s team in the Civil war. He and Cloak were one of the first to go down, as Spider man and Iron man wanted to knock out the two heroes with Teleportation powers. Billy was captured and kept in Prison 42, but was later freed in the raid lead by Captain America. Billy decided to search for his possible past incarnations mother, Wanda, first going with Tommy to search Genosha and Wundagore and then the former home of the Scarlet witch but found nothing leading towards her whereabouts. Wiccan saved his boyfriend from being execution and rescued him from the Skrulls during secret invasion. "Okay, this completely violates Growing Man continuity." During a battle with the Son of the Serpent’s, Wiccan had an emotionally-driven power overload after his boyfriend’s life had been threatened. This power overload had disarmed a nuclear bomb and knocked out the remaining 20 members of the Sons of the Serpent. Due to this the avengers decided to keep him under supervision with Hulkling in a prison cell. Speed broke them out only minutes after they arrived. Magneto had come to meet the boys, resulting in a battle with the Young Avengers and Magento against the Avengers, saved only by Billy teleporting them away. They met Quicksilver and found out the Wanda he thought was his sister was nothing but a doombot. Billy snuck off on his own to Latveria. "Please don't worry. It's not like I'm planning to invade Latveria, confront Dr. Doom, and rescue the Scarlet Witch tonight. At least that's not the plan." There he found an amnesiac Wanda, who was engaged to Doctor Doom. Doom knew Billy was there and promptly stripped him of his powers and kept him hostage. The other young avengers, Magneto and Quicksilver attempted to rescue him but where kept up by the Avengers. Wanda rescued billy, trying to figure out her past, but they were met with the battle. Right before Logan could kill Billy, Iron lad came back to protect Billy. Iron lad took Wanda and the Young avengers to the past, meeting the Jack of hearts. This made Wanda start to remember who she was and her powers returned to her. With these powers back, she pulled the Young avengers, herself and Scott Lang to the present. Then, finally confirming that Wiccan and Speed were her sons. This lead them back too Doom's castle and Billy regaining his powers. The three magic uses intended to perform a ritual to undo the effects of M-Day, however interrupted by Patriot, left Doctor Doom with Wanda’s powers. “But you show up anyway. You don’t give up. You never ever give up.”Doom had plans to turn the world into a utopia that he ruled. The X-men, Avengers, and Young Avengers worked together to defeat him, and unfortunately losing Cassie during the fight. Doom lost his powers as he overloaded them. Iron lad tried to take Cassie into the future to save her life but Vision refuse to allow hiom, resulting in his destruction. Wiccan tried to stop Iron lad from leaving but Nate left, back into the time stream. After this Billy fell into a deep depression, the young avengers disbanded. Billy stayed in his room for seemily months until hulkling pulled him out of it with a proposal. Captain America called them to the Avengers mansion not long after, and officially made the young avengers official avengers. “Are we about to make out in Avengers Headquarters?” After a while in retirement, Billy had attempted to bring Teddy’s mother back to life, however he brought Mother into their world. Mother was an International Parasite. This was due to Loki’s influence, however, they did not know of this and decided to team up with Loki. Loki’s plan was to control Billy and use him once he reached his destined opimentence as the Demiurge. The couple, followed Loki and escaped Mother for the time being. Soon American Chavez, Kate and Noh-Varr joined them. As their deceased parents joined mother and started to attack them. Wiccan had been coerced into giving Loki his power temporarily, but God had just ran off with his powers, leaving him powerless. (Suicide TW START) Thanks to Loki pointing out that if Billy died, the curse would be lifted, Wiccan attempted to end his own life, only for Loki to stop him just in time. (Suicide TW END) Loki used Billy’s powers to boost the Young avengers abilities and returned them to Billy. They escaped mother and her army, and were told to stay away from any place their parents could be or were they had died. They decided to stick together and travel the universe.”I definitely need a new code name.”Loki trained Billy through the next few months, preparing him to fight against mother, wanting to regain their trust. Prodigy soon joined their team, informing them of Speed’s kidnapping. The young avengers accidently entered mothers dimension and were chased through it. Accidently leaving Prodigy and Hulkling behind. Which lead to Prodigy kissing Hulkling and that made Wiccan Big Mad >:( Finding Alternative, evil versions of themselves to distract mother with they escaped. Not long after, Hulkling left the team. Needing to figure out if he loved Billy or if it was a result of his magic, however during this time, Hulkling was tricked to return to New York and was threatened by Mother, threatening to release the evil young Avengers onto the world. ”Yeah, I’m quoting Project Runway” Meanwhile, Billy was still not strong enough to end Mother’s curse. Loki suggested that he would be able to if he was older. Though hesitant, Billy eventually aged Loki up into a Young adult. Loki’s plan did not work and had to revert to the second plan. Making Billy the Demiurge. Other teenage superheroes were called in to fight the evil young avengers so the Young Avengers could fight off Mother. Billy couldn’t tap into the Demiurge’s power, however once Teddy was able to comfort and repair they relationship, Billy met his full potential. Destroying Mother. ”I’m… Erm… I’m with someone! And gay! Did I not Indicate that?! very, very gay!” Billy and Teddy joined the New Avengers. Combining his powers with his other teammates the team managed to save Paris. Returning to Avengers Island, aliens kidnapped him and Hulkling. These aliens wanted to see if Hulkling was the chosen one and gained the Excelsior sword. The couple were taken to the aliens home, where Billy was possessed by an evil wizard named Moridun. The new avengers and the aliens tried to defeat Moridun, and seemingly did, not knowing that Wiccan has been possessed. BIlly decided to change his Code name to Demiurge, while Moridun began to infect his mind. ”Is that your way of asking if i’m single? Cause you’re really not my type.” Cut to the future, where the Demiurge had been killed from the inside out and had taken over his body. The future avengers decided to go back in time to stop the Demiurge before it got worse. King Hulk, aka Future Hulkling tried to convince present Hulkling to kill Demiurge. However Hulkling managed to get through to Billy and allowed him to defeat the evil wizard. Causing the future to change, to a more peaceful one. Billy, Teddy and Squirrel girl were kicked out of the new avengers as they opposed a decision made by aim to rescue and Shelter Rick Jones. The three remained together and soon recruited Hawkeye (Clint Barton), and helped to fight the Celestial Destructor along with the Scarlet Witch and Doctor Strange. Soon they were requested to help AIM once again, freeing one of their agents. “Doctor Doom knows who I am.” Billy and Teddy were lead to an empty apartment by Sunspot, only for the apartment to be given to them as a gift. They disbanded the New avengers to focus on their own lives.

Power sets

Powerset, Based off comics.Note: All Powers become irrelevant if Billy can not hear himself, or he is using his magic against Mother and her army. And are not as effective against stronger opponents, especially magically ones

Lightning [Young Avengers 1-1] Shoots bolts of electricity at target. Flight [Young Avengers 1-1] Magic forms in his hands to help him levitate/fly Tech disabling [Young Avengers 1-3] Magic blasts that can temporarily disable the functions of electronics/robots. Energy disabling [Young Avengers 1-5] Magic blasts that can temporarily disable the functions of energy fields/force fields. Stop Spell [Young Avengers 1-5] Meant to stop the actions of an opponent. Memory Alteration [Young Avengers 1-6] Remove selective memories of a target. Levitation [Young Avengers 1-6] Object/person/self levitation, self-explanatory. Transportation Disc [Young Avengers 1-6] A magic disc is created to allow for the carrying of multiple people. Location Spell [Young Avengers 1-7] Magic is used to locate a target, location, or object. Bubble Shield [Young Avengers 1-7] Magic is used to create a protective bubble/shield around a target. Energy Burst [Young avengers 1-7] Energy bursts from the body, mostly hands. Teleportation (Small) [Young Avengers 1-8] One person teleported a short distance. Teleportation (Medium) [Civil War #2] Teleport a group of people (and/or a large object) a great distance. Teleportation (Large) [Children’s Crusade #2] Teleporting a large group of people a great distance. Sleep spell (small) [Young Avengers 1-8] A target is knocked unconscious/put to sleep for a while. Sleep spell (Large) [Children's crusade #1] Knocking out a large group of people with a spell. Only able to do it under great emotional stress. Object enchantment [Young avengers 1-9] Physical attributes of an object are enhanced and enchanted somehow. Force Field [Young avengers 1-9] Magic is used to create a protective energy field. Clothes Swapping [Young Avengers 1-10] Magic is used to a) create a disguise, or b) switch between costume and civilian wear. Healing [Young avengers 1-11] Magic is used to heal injuries. Will not work on himself. Object manifestation [Young Avengers 1-12] Magic is used to create an object out of nothing. Dual casting (small)[ Young Avengers Presents #1] Casting two spells at the same time. Dual casting (Large) [Children's Crusade #1] Casting two spells at the same time and affecting a large group/area. Somewhat uncontrolled and emotionally driven. Protection spell [Young Avengers Presents #3] A spell cast to counter a negative enchantment. Summoning (object) [Young avengers Presents #3] An item is summoned from god-knows-where. Size spell [Young Avengers Presents #5] Magic is used to change the size of target. Invisibility [Young Avengers Presents #6] Billy turns himself invisible until he dismisses the spell or lacks the stamina to keep it up. Illusion [Dark Reign#4] A full-body disguise is created as long as Billy can keep up the spell. Binding spell [Dark Reign #5] A target is tied, bound, or otherwise restrained. Attack Redirect [We Are The Avengers] Redirects attacks away from a person or object. Flight Transfer [Children’s Crusade #1] Grants temporary flight ability to another person. Object Transformation [Children's Crusade #1] Billy's surroundings are changed and manipulated to suit his whims. Group disguise [Children's Crusade #2] Changing the appearance of a large group at the same time. Safeguard [Children's Crusade #7] Magic is used to counter/control/restrain other magic. Nexus Portal [Children's Crusade #8] Magic is used to help open a nexus portal to the life force. Basically irrelevant without the Scarlet Witch. Reverse Teleport [Mighty avengers #28] Summons another person to Billy's location. (He was able to pull Loki directly from Asgard; distance isn't an issue.) Flash [Mighty Avengers #29] A flash of light is used to blind a target. Reverse Disguise [Mighty Avengers #29] Magic is used to dispel a disguise and reveal a target's true form. Object Manipulation [Young Avengers 1-3] Magic is used to make an object disappear into nothing Power Transfer [Young Avengers 2-4] Temporarily able to give his powers to another person. Water Manipulation [Secret Invasion #3] Manipulation of water to attack or defend himself and others. Energy Blasts [Young Avengers 2-3] Blasts of Energy are released from his hands. Energy Wave (Forward) [Young avengers 2-5] Destroying a large group of targets with a wave of energy. Demiurge [Young Avengers 2-13] It’s kinda like a “Super Sayain” form, making him extremely powerful, so much so he was able to come out of the comic itself and warp events, realty at whim, with no real effort. Erase [Young avengers 2-13] By tapping into his “Demiurge” powers he is able to erase the interdenominational parasite “Mother” from existence

Headcanons

Billy’s ears are a no-touch zone after the warden. He did get a piercing at one stage to combat this, which ultimately failed to help, and probably made it worse.If Billy can’t speak or hear himself it makes him really anxious Billy’s gay awakening was Captain America. He has never told Cap this and never will. Billy loves musical theatre, he saves up for months go to a show. He really likes Rent, Wicked, Heathers, My Fair Lady, Les Miserables, Fiddler on the Roof, Avenue Q, Into the Woods, Miss Saigon, Mary Poppins, Evita, Annie Get Your Gun, and The Producers. He has a collection of superhero stuff, and he constantly has to hide them whenever people come over, especially other superheroes He doesn’t eat pork. His family are part of Reform Judaism, and even though he’s not extremely religious (he said he was a Lapsed Jew) he still just chooses not to eat pork. Billy's birthday is February 9th. (He’s an Aquarius, if you’re curious.)All his clothes are geeky and nerdy and mostly graphic tees, his friends always tell him he has a terrible fashion sense. Billy will get iced tea whenever it’s available, especially raspberry or mango flavour. He is quite flexible, which, according to him helps with his magic. Billy has a lot of nightmares, done about Scarlet Witch, Mephisto, the war, what happened in the Cube, and his imprisonment. Billy watches a lot of Crime Shows, Musicals, and his weekly dose of the sound of music.

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Walking The Wire (166/167)

Summary: Tony Stark always knew about Peter Parker. He didn’t know that Peter was going to get superpowers and become Spider-Man, but he always knew about Peter because Peter was his son.

This will span from pre-Iron Man up through the rest of the MCU (eventually including Infinity War) and will be for the most part canon compliant except where I’ve taken some liberties and interpreted canon a certain way.

Pairings: Pepper/Tony, Tony/Steve (endgame), Tony/Mary (past)

A/N: If you want me to tag you when I post new chapters let me know. This fic is also on AO3

I used Collider’s MCU timeline to stay canon and the title of this fic is an Imagine Dragons song that is just so fitting for Peter and Tony

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Masterpost

Chapter One Hundred Sixty Five

“I’m a really big fan,” Peter said.

Thor was really really tall. He was also more muscular than Peter had expected when standing up close and yet there were his biceps. May was right about them being something to admire because they were huge. All of Thor was kind of just big. Even, it seemed, his personality. Maybe that just came with the territory of being a god.

“I’ve been told that, Peter son of Stark,” Thor said. “You have your own fans, I hear.”

“Um, I guess so--”

Sam next to Peter chuckled. Peter glared at him. The reception was in full swing. There was music playing -- something from the eighties because Quill had decided that he needed to have some input with the music but no one really seemed to mind. His dad and Steve were dancing. Everyone was still eating or finishing up and Peter had finally had his chance to meet Thor. At last.

“So is it true that only you can wield the hammer? Well, the axe now?”

Thor nodded. He didn’t seem at all bothered by Peter talking to him and asking questions.

“Only someone worthy can lift it,” Thor said. “Would you like a try?”

Peter shook his head at once. Eyes wide. “No. No. I don’t think I could--”

Thor chuckled. “All the Avengers tried once. Your father came close.”

“My father? Really? What was he wearing the armor while he tried or something?”

Thor chuckled. “Not that father. The other one.”

“Oh. Well, yeah, I could see Steve maybe being able to do it.”

It would have been fitting, too, Peter thought. Steve was probably worthy.

Peter asked Thor about the other Asgardians and how they were settling into Earth and it was nice to listen to Thor explain how different “Midgard” was to his home planet. But it seemed like his people were settling in fine.

“They have Valkyrie, she’s a good leader,” Thor said. He motioned towards the Asgardian that was currently playing some sort of drinking game with Rocket and Quill.

He talked to him for a while and Thor seemed entertained by Peter even after Dr. Banner joined them. Peter was also quite star struck by the mild mannered Bruce Banner and Peter had a whole lot of questions to ask him that were more science related and he could tell that Dr. Banner was curious about him and his powers.

“You’ll just need to stop by my lab sometime, Peter, I’m sure we’ll have lots to talk about.”

“Yes. Definitely. I’m so down for that.”

He only left them when he spotted Ned waving him over. Ned and Michelle were sitting with May and Pepper and Happy. It was in many ways the most normal table at the reception. May still got on really well with Pepper, and they were mid-conversation when Peter approached the table.

“Hey,” Ned said, “were you just talking to Thor? That is so cool.”

Peter laughed. “Yeah, it kind of was. He’s very different but nice.”

“So, the crush will remain alive and well,” Michelle said with a smirk.

“It’s not a crush,” Peter muttered. “I kinda -- no, it’s not important. Are you guys having a good time?” He pulled a chair from another table to sit down between them.

“We are,” Michelle said. “I am. This has been -- I never expected to go to anything quite like this.”

“Nor I,” May said, but she was smiling.

“It’s a crazy world the one that Tony Stark inhabits,” Pepper said. “Never a dull moment. I don’t know how Steve’s going to deal with it.”

Bucky happened to be passing at that moment and he stopped. “Stevie is just as much of a mess, that’s how. They’re kind of perfect for each other.”

They really were. When Peter looked for them, he spotted them at their table and they were talking to each other. Steve laughed at something and his dad smiled and there was just so much love and fondness in their eyes when they looked at each other. It was kind of amazing to see two people so in love.

---

When we met, I didn’t see you. But when I started looking, I couldn’t stop seeing you. You make the world brighter, Tony Stark, and I selfishly want to keep you forever. You gave me a home, a family, and a future. I love you. I will always love you.

---

The whole of it was a success. Tony had had a few doubts with the rain and then with Pepper having the bad news that their DJ cancelled. But in the end, everything turned out fine. As Friday predicted the rain stopped and then Peter Quill had stepped up and dealt with the music and somehow nothing went amiss. He and Steve were married and Tony was happier than he could ever remember being.

All his friends -- his family -- had come. Scott and his ex-wife, wife’s new husband, and daughter. His girlfriend Hope and the Pyms. Clint and his brood. A lot of the people that Tony actually respected from SI including Agent and Sharon Carter -- although she wasn’t really Shield anymore these days. All the of The Avengers. The Guardians of the Galaxy. T’Challa and Shuri. Even Strange and Wong had shown up. Fury and Maria Hill had made it and Carol had returned from space just in time.

“This everything you wanted?” he asked Steve as they slow danced.

Steve was a careful dancer, wary of stepping on Tony. Wary of skills that he thought he didn’t have even though he moved more like a dancer than a fighter when in the middle of battle. It was a matter of how he seemed to overthink his every step. He didn’t trust himself.

“You are everything I wanted,” Steve whispered. “This is just nice -- having everyone here.”

“Sappy. You’re getting sappy in your old age, husband.”

“I am not the oldest one in this relationship, husband,” Steve said.

Tony tutted at him. “Just because you were in ice,” Tony whispered back. “Something I will always be grateful for.”

“Is it everything you wanted?” Steve asked.

Tony shrugged his shoulders and he spun them, looking around at the other dancing couples. Clint and Laura. Scott and Hope. Natasha was trying to get Nebula to dance with her to not avail. Gamora was over in a more secluded area with Quill. Then there was everyone else mingling around them. Pepper and Happy laughing at a table with Rhodey. He spotted Peter with his friends. Thor was talking to Shuri and Tony would have loved to know how that was going. Then, he spotted May talking to Bruce.

“Yeah. You at my side. All of our friends. Our son.”

Steve’s eyes met his. “Our son,” he repeated.

Tony kissed him, chaste and quick. He pressed their foreheads together. “Steve, you jumped off a cliff to bring him back to me even though you had no idea if you’d survive it because you love him just as much as I do. He’s yours too.”

Steve smiled and nodded. They’d discussed it before a few times,but it was nice to bring it up again. “Yeah, he is. We talked about it before the ceremony.”

“Of course you did. He loves you too, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t think I needed to hear it from him, but when he said it, it was one of the best feelings in the world.”

Peter laughed from the table he was at -- joined by Bucky and Sam -- and for a while Tony just watched him and he remembered once not expecting to ever get to meet or be a part of Peter’s life at all. But he had met him and formed a relationship with him. He’d brought him back after Thanos snapped him from existence.

Steve kissed his temple and pulled at his hand. Tony followed, walking beside him towards Peter who immediately got up and hugged him first and then Steve, staying between them for a moment once May got out her phone to take a picture.

“Be sure to send that to me,” Tony said.

“Of course,” May said.

When Peter moved away, again, Tony drifted closer to Steve, pressed against his side. Peter glanced back at them and Tony just smiled at him and then looked to Steve again. He was so so lucky.

---

I once thought I’d be alone forever. I didn’t think I’d ever even meet my son much less someone I would want to share him with. Not until you, Steve Rogers. There are no words to describe the relief I feel at having you at my side. This is for as long as the universe allows and even beyond that. I love you.

---

The rest of the night went well. There were speeches at some point and Peter could tell that Bucky had gotten into some of Thor’s Asgardian mead because he seemed a little drunk when he gave his.

“Super soldiers aren’t supposed to get drunk, are they?” Ned asked.

“No. Not unless it’s alien mead.” He motioned towards Thor and the other Asgardians.

Rhodey had given a best man’s speech too -- a more coherent one. Peter really intended to spend more time with him and ask him about stories about his dad when they were both in MIT because he knew they had to be good. And despite officiating the wedding, Pepper had had a few things to add to Rhodey’s speech as well. Peter was just glad that he didn’t have to make one.

All in all, the wedding was perfect. It was towards the end of the night that his dad got up to talk.

“I want to thank everyone for being here. It’s been a long few months for a lot of us but the world is finally set right and we can only hope that it will remain so. Today I married the love of my life -- a man for another era entirely and one I’ve loved and hated my entire life. He brings out the best in me and I hope I do the same for him. And I’m just glad I get to share this with all of you. With my friends, my teammates, and our son.”

He paused them, to glance around at everyone.

“My dear husband and I are going to take off, now, but the party can keep going. There is a lot to celebrate and plenty of cake.”

Before leaving, his dad and Steve stopped where Peter was standing with a plate of cake.

“Have a good night,” Peter said and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Don’t be cheeky, child,” his dad said.

Peter hugged his dad first and then Steve.

“I’m really happy for you,” Peter whispered.

His dad kissed the top of his head. “Love you kid. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

The party kept going after they left. Thor and the other Asgardians were still drinking. Quill kept up his playlist and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Peter spotted Natasha dancing with one of Clint’s kids. Scott was dancing with his daughter. It was cute.

“This was nice,” MJ said. “Thanks for the invite.”

Peter nodded. “I’m glad you came. Did you--” he motioned at the dance floor, “did you want to dance? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t, but there’s really nothing else to do and I think May said we’d be leaving soon too so--”

MJ grabbed his hand and Peter trailed off, his eyes widened and when he looked at her she just laughed and then tugged him along.

“You ramble a lot,” she said.

Peter didn’t know what song was playing because it was something too old for him to actually know, but it was soft and easy to dance to even if it still made him just a little nervous when MJ turned to him. But moments later, his arms were around her waist and her arms were over his shoulders and as nervous as it made him, MJ felt good in his arms. She smelled like something flowery.

It felt like the moment lasted mere seconds but also forever and when it was over and Peter pulled back, he smiled at her and she smiled back.

“That was...that was nice,” Peter said.

“Yeah…”

It was awkward. Everything was just so awkward. It was lucky that Ned appeared then and he clapped Peter on the shoulder.

“Good, found you two. May thinks it might be a good time to go.”

“Oh,” Peter said. “Yeah, sure.”

Although his dad and Steve were going to some fancy hotel for the night and Peter had had the option to stay at the compound with Bucky and Sam and the rest, he’d decided to spend the night with May instead. He hadn’t gotten to see much of her since the first time he went to see her and it also meant spending a bit more time with Ned and MJ on the drive to Queens.

May had insisted on driving instead of letting Happy pick her up or letting Doctor Strange bring them over through a portal, but Peter didn’t mind the drive. They found her soon enough. She was talking to Happy and Pepper and Peter was surprised to see how weirdly cozy they looked.

He gave Pepper a hug and high fived Happy and then said his goodbyes to Natasha and Bucky but only because he saw them as they were heading out. He wasn’t sure how much longer the party would go for, but everyone still seemed to be having fun.

“It wasn’t as overthetop as I thought it was going to be,” May said as they set out.

Peter shrugged. “Pepper and the wedding planner had a lot to do with that. Also how fast they had to arrange things.”

“Well, it was nice,” MJ said. “I had a great time.”

She met his eyes and Peter ducked his head and then they all got into May’s car. Ned told them all about how he’d managed to talk to Sam for a while and how cool he was and it was easy to let Ned just fill the silence.

The topic of conversation drifted away from the wedding to other things eventually and everything just felt normal. MJ even tried to bring up decathlon.

“We’re not even in school right now,” Ned said. “We don’t have to worry about it.”

“I just want us to do well, Ned, and as captain that falls on me. All I’m saying is that Peter can’t slack off because of his spiderness.”

“Hey! I went to all the practices last year.”

“He did,” Ned said.

After they dropped off Ned and MJ, Peter leaned back into his seat. He was actually feeling quite tired from the day and he wasn’t expecting for May to want to talk to him about anything.

“You know, for a while there I hated that you knew the truth,” May said. “I didn’t trust Tony Stark to really know what was best for you. I figured he would take you away. I guess, well, he sort of did. But he also didn’t keep you away and after Ben -- I’m really glad you get to have him be your father. Your dad. And from the state he was in when you were gone, I know that he loves you and that he needs you just as much.”

“May, I--”

May reached over and grabbed his hand. “You have a big family, actually, and I’m really glad you do.”

Peter nodded, thinking about everyone at the wedding. Most of them he could consider family. A big superhero family and some of them weren’t even human.

“I guess I do,” Peter said.

---

“I don’t even want to know how much money you spent on this place. Especially when we could have just gone back to the tower seeing as no one is there.”

Tony just chuckled. Steve had been nagging him about their post-wedding plans since he’d learned of them earlier in the day, but Tony wanted to end the night in style by which he meant with a surprise.

“I really love hearing you put down all my romantic plans,” Tony said, but shot Steve a grin.

“I just don’t think it’s necessary,” Steve said.

Tony nodded. “I kind of figured you’d feel that way. But have I mentioned how much I enjoy seeing you riled up over something that doesn’t even matter?”

Although Tony was in the driver’s seat, it was Friday that had control of the car and so Tony felt entirely safe turning to look at his new husband. “I did something a little crazy,” he said.

Steve’s suit looked as pristine on him as it had in the beginning of the night and the way he looked at Tony was with a warmth fondness rather than any real annoyance. They were both so sappy and in love and it was kind of disgusting.

“Crazy how?” Steve asked.

“Crazy as in, Peter is right, and we do deserve to have a honeymoon. Even a small one. And if we do it in another time, then Peter won’t have a chance to get into any real trouble.”

Steve shook his head. “Tony, you’re...where -- no, when are we even going?”

“Any time you want. Anywhere you want. As long as we’re together.”

“Together,” Steve said. “I like the sound of that.”

Epilogue

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