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Bodyguard (John Wick x Reader) Pt. 4

A/N: Hi! sorry im awful at uploading lol. my personal life rn is on fire and i haven’t had all the time in the world to write, but managed to pull this chapter together so :) thats coolio.

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Warnings: swears, violence, a lil fluff

“So, tell me everything.” June smirked, leaning over the table towards you. You had managed to meet the girls on time, only a few minutes past twelve- thirty. The three of you got seated shortly after, and ordered your cocktails; beginning the rounds of catching up you had to do. The restaurant is diner themed, set in the 1950’s. One wall of the building was a bar, fit with barstools, an ice cream machine, as well as a soda machine. There was even a section where you could order homemade candy. Little booths scattered the wall across from the bar, and tables separated the two. The floor was checkered design donning many muddy footprints and the walls were covered in old-timey photos of local streets. You and the girls sat at a booth, June and Dottie sitting across from you.

“Okay, get this,” You began, leaning in towards your friends, “Santino, you know, mio cugino pazzo. He’s mad at my father and is trying to kill me for it.” ‘[My crazy cousin.]’ You finished and took another long sip of your cocktail. June and Dottie stared with their mouths agape. You calmly set down your drink and smiled shyly, eyes bouncing between the girls. You loved your friends, honestly. The three of you have been close since you were young teens. June and Dot also had connections to the Italian mafia, their fathers having run a section of both New York and New Jersey; although they aren't as intertwined as you. June is the oldest, one year older than yourself. She’s an old soul, that you know for sure. She wears dated clothes and uses dated household items; in fact, you can't recall June ever purchasing something new from the stores you and Dot go to. Hell, even her car is a 1978 AMC Pacer. Dottie is only a few months older than you, on the other hand. She is the spitting image of a pinup girl. She wears her hair in elegant waves and has bangs, she even wears button up dresses and has big hair bows for when shes feeling fancy. You can’t recall a time when she didn’t wear red lipstick nearly everyday.

“Should you even be outside?” Dottie whispered, leaning closer to your figure. Her New York accent was a little amplified by the drinks she’s had already. You shrugged as your answer, and June scoffed.

“You, (Y/N), are unbelievable.” The waiter to walked up to your table, halting your conversation. The three of you blinked at the other, little grins holding back giggles ready to erupt. The waiter asked for your orders, then as soon as the young man had left, you jumped right back into it.

“You guys should see my bodyguard.” You spoke, a smirk donning your face. Your mind wondered as to what he was up to right now. Maybe he's still sitting waiting for you to exit the bathroom, or, maybe he's already begun the witch hunt.

“Ah, yes. John? As you've mentioned. Show us! the way you've described him- He sounds gorgeous.” Dottie eagerly bounced in her seat, urging you to show them a picture. You pulled out your phone, stomach dropping at the several messages that donned the lock screen; John’s contact name on each one. Witch hunt is it.

12:47: Very funny. Where are you?

12:59: Where are you.

1:13: (Y/N). This isn’t a game.

1:21: I’m coming to find you.

At least it took him almost an hour and a half to notice. You bit your cheek, looking up at June and Dottie. The two girls were engaged in conversation, talking about something or another. You cleared the notifications and unlocked your phone, hoping to god you got to finish your lunch before John caught up. You opened the camera roll and scrolled through until you found a picture of you and the bodyguard. Somehow, you'd gotten him to agree to a photo. He was bent over so his head was level with your own. Due to the lighting, the man was squinting, however the dark gaze caused a chill to form down your back. You cleared your throat and flipped your phone around to show the girls. Dottie stopped talking and immediately looked at the screen

“Oh my god.” She murmured, sitting back and putting her hand over her chest. “He’s so handsome.” June grabbed the phone from you to get a better look.

“You have to fuck him.” The eldest commented with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. You let out a short laugh, snatching your phone back from the girls grasp. The two girls giggled at your embarrassment, Dot even took a coy sip from her drink.

“Was that gray in his beard? How old is he?” Dottie asked, looking you in the eye and sipping on her own cocktail.

“Don’t laugh, okay? He’s mid fifties.” A blush crawled across your cheeks as your words escaped your lips. June and Dottie blinked a couple times before Dot finally let out a snort.

“Going geriatric, now? hm?” June spoke, raising her brow and taking a gulp of her drink. While Dottie laughed at June’s question, you glanced over their shoulders, witnessing two burly men sit down at a table across from yours. One of them made eye contact with you, glare evident in their gaze, before looking back to their buddy. You felt your skin crawl and cleared your throat, pushing the feeling away. June’s laughter brought you back, now looking between the two girls again.

“Well, He- He really doesn't feel old. Not when we're together.” You shrugged, playing with the condensation on your drink.

“I mean, you’re only twenty-six,” Dot spoke, her eyes glancing between you and June. “You’re young and hot. I don't see an issue.” Your eyes shot up to meet Dottie’s. She smiled at you, her dark brown eyes warming your core.

“Who are we to judge,” June began, a laugh escaping her throat. “I slept with that old guy, remember? He was, like, almost sixty and I was drunk as hell.” You and Dottie laughed, remembering that night. It was June’s twenty-third birthday. You three went to the club to celebrate and the eldest of your group ended up getting too wasted on absinthe. Which resulted in her sleeping with Mitch Johnson, an old friend of your fathers. Small world.

“And you,” June pointed to Dottie, “Are a homewrecker.”

“He never said he was married.” Dottie responded, sticking her tongue out at the woman. The three of you chuckled amongst yourselves before a silence took over. Your eyes once again scanned the room, not being able to shake the eerie feeling those two men implanted. They still sat across the diner and occasionally their eyes would make contact with your own, causing a chill to run up your spine. You quietly flipped your phone over, checking for any more messages from John. The screen remained blank, setting panic to freely course through your veins. His previous message was sent fifteen minutes ago, which meant the man was probably on his way right now. Plus, your parents didn’t live far from Coopers.

The men both stood up now, locking eyes with you. They then looked at the other, as though confirmation was in order, before beginning to walk in the direction that you and the girls sat. Anxiety courses firmly through your veins now, and you could feel your palms gather sweat.

“Girls,” You murmured, gathering their attention. “There are two men walking in our direction now, and I’m pretty sure they are after me.” You kept your voice low, trying to pretend as though you are oblivious. June and Dottie became physically uncomfortable, now shifting in their seats and looking over their shoulders. You felt guilt cross your person, now realizing how serious the situation is. You put your two best friends in harm's way. I mean, It’s not like they’re completely useless; they have parents in the Mafia, they’re trained in combat and weaponry. However, the guilt still bothered you that it was your fault.

“How do we go about this?” Dot asked, reaching for her purse. Your eyes watched as the woman dug into her bag. The pop of a gun chamber sounded as she began to fill it with bullets. June tied her hair back and began to stretch her arms. You sometimes forget that June is trained extensively in Jiu Jitsu. You also looked back to the men who were still making their way to you, passing through the crowded dining room floor.

“Should we leave the public space?” You murmured, “I don’t want civilian casualties.”

“Yes.” June agreed, standing up. “Gather your things, quickly.” She added. The oldest tossed a fifty dollar bill onto the table to pay for the drinks and the food you didn’t get to eat. You led the way, pushing through the crowded dining room to the exit. You glanced back, seeing the men become more frustrated. You are aware of the other, knowing what little cat and mouse game was occurring.

Your palms shoved the door open, the three of you stumbling over onto the sidewalk. You looked both ways before leading right. You didn’t know what to do, whether you should try to outrun them, or stick up and fight. Maybe if you kill them it’ll send a message to Santino. Though, he may not even care. As he’s got twenty more men to fill the space those two would leave. You made sure June and Dottie still followed, checking over your shoulder occasionally. The three of you pushed through the crowds of New York, your main destination being Dottie’s vehicle. Your eyes also kept a lookout for John. He probably tracked your phone, you knew he had the ability anyways. You’re just glad the little ploy worked for as long as it did. You turned right down an alleyway, taking a shortcut towards the parking garage that Dot’s car was in. June looked over her shoulder, alarm blaring through her veins as she spotted the men.

“They’re still behind us.” She spoke, looking between you and Dottie. You took a deep breath, placing your hands on your hips.

“Va al diavolo!” ‘[Go to hell!]’ You cursed, throwing your hands up. Dot quickly grabbed you by the arm, pulling you as she began to run to the end. June grunted as the three of you approached a dead end, meeting a chain link fence.

“Fanculo. Okay, you two climb over.” ‘[Fuck.]’ You spoke, gesturing to the fence that stood in front of you. Your eyes met those of your friends, all breathing heavily from the sprint. Echoed footsteps could be heard at the entrance of the alley. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing the silhouettes of the men headed in your direction.

“Go!” You spoke with a harshness towards your friends.

“Not without you!” Dottie raised her tone, hands on hips. You turned your head again, seeing them get closer.

“Dot, just go!” You finally yelled. The girls hesitated, however respected your wishes and quickly climbed the fence, hopping to the other side. They stood now, staring as the men approached, getting ready to jump back over if need be.

“Santino it ha Inviato?” ‘[Did Santino send you?]’ You asked the men, slowly walking towards them.

“Si.” ‘[Yes.]’ One responded, their faces finally becoming clear from the backlight. You looked at them, noting how they both looked like average Italian men. Dark hair, olive eyes, and warm skin. Their faces were covered in a few scars, and you noted how they both wore suits with visible holsters resting on their hips

“It ha mandato per uccidermi?” ‘[Did he send you to kill me?]’ You asked, the men now only ten feet away from you. The darkness of the alley sent a chill down your spine, and you glanced back at the girls to make sure they were alright. Dot had her hand in her purse, most likely gearing up for when shit turned sideways. June held a stoic look, almost a resting bitch face, staring down the two men.

“Si.” The same one answered again. They now stood only five feet away, stopping in front of you. You felt the sweat drip down your forehead, the buggy summer heat beginning to take claim of your body. You took a deep breath, wondering where John was, and how now would be a good time for him to suddenly appear. The men cracked their knuckles, rolling their shoulders and looking at you with sinister smiles.

“Di ‘a Santino: E un peccato che sia troppo codardo per uccidermi.” ‘[Tell Santino: It’s a shame he’s too much of a coward to kill me himself.]’ You spoke, remembering the moves that your bodyguard had taught you. You leapt forward, first knocking one of the men down by pushing in his kneecaps. You took the moment to quickly hit the next guy, however, he blocked your blow, sending you back a few feet. The second man took advantage of your hesitation and grabbed you, throwing you into one of the walls. You let out a yelp, feeling the brick scrape bare skin harshly. The first guy stood up, and threw a fist at you, however, you quickly dodged and used his own momentum to toss his body into the wall.

You felt as the second lackey quickly punched your gut, causing you to double over in pain. June and Dottie stood yelling which you could hear through ringing ears. You recovered quickly, countering the second man with a swift kick to his shin. He groaned, but recovered and swung a fist at you. You managed to dodge the blow and delivered a hearty boot to his groin. He quickly dropped to the ground in pain and you grabbed the pistol from his holster, pulling the trigger and placing one bullet into his skull. The second man used this moment to grab your loose shirt, and throw you into the brick, scraping your skin once again. He lifted his foot and conveyed a kick to your gut, sending you to double over. He used his fist to hit the sides of your face, throwing your head back and forth. You could feel blood begin to drip down your face, the pain that each snap of your neck caused, you could hear June and Dot yelling but it was faint. Time felt slowed, your heartbeat was like a drum in your ear. Then, a gunshot.

All movements stopped, followed by the thud of a body hitting the ground near your own. You slowly slid down, ignoring the burning chafe the brick left. Hot tears stung your eyes as you covered them with your hands, a harsh sob leaving your throat. Your body ached, your face burned, and blood was the only taste that donned your mouth. You heard the chain link rattle as somebody climbed over it, as well as a huff when they landed. A gentle hand placed itself on your shoulder, and you saw as they knelt down, due to the shadow.

“(Y/N).” John. A hoarse cry escaped your throat upon hearing your bodyguards gentle voice. He wasn’t angry, like you expected. Instead, his tone seemed more worried than anything. You managed to look up at the man from your hands, your eyes greeting the sight of his own.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)!” You heard Dottie yell as she approached your side. The two girls quickly examined your body, nearly shoving John out of the way.

“I fucked up.” You didn’t even recognize your voice as you spoke— your throat burned. June dotted your bloody forehead with a napkin from Dot’s purse.

“We should get her back home.” Dottie murmured, looking up at John. The dark haired man nodded, agreeing with the woman. June moved out of the way so he could scoop you into his arms. You lay your head onto his chest, faintly hearing the sound of his heartbeat and breathing. The man carried you out of the alley with June and Dottie close behind. You felt the summer sun warm your face as you exited the cool shade of the alleyway. The fresh breeze brought your attention to the cuts on your face, feeling the coolness from the semi-dried blood. Dottie opened the vehicles door and John placed you in the passenger seat, buckling your body firmly in. The two girls hopped into the back, John promising they’d be returned to their car later this evening. You heard the rumble of the engine, and closed your eyes, feeling tiredness numb the pain that ravaged your figure.

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“How long have you been employed by the (Y/L/N)’s?” Dottie’s gentle voice quietly echoed throughout your bedroom. Mellow sun rays shone in through the window, casting a warm haze throughout the space. After the incident in the alleyway, John brought you, Dottie, and June back to your parents estate. However, after you all got back, John discovered they'd left on business to Rome for a few days. He carried your figure all the way from the car to your bed, carefully depositing you. Dot and June then got to work, bandaging your wounds, though after you seemed stable and well asleep, they backed off and let you get some rest. Now, John watched as Dottie cared for your sleeping figure. His heart couldn’t help but ache to see you so helpless laying there. Your face had been drained of some of its color, leaving it more pale and sickly. Your hair stuck to your skin, and a thin layer of sweat covered your body. Your bodyguard wanted so badly to climb into the bed with you, stroke your hair from your face, tend to your bandages, hold you, kiss you.

“Month and a half.” John answered, looking over to the woman. She nodded at his answer, dotting your forehead with a wet washcloth. The woman sat next to your bed with a rag in hand, occasionally cleaning your skin of sweat and dried blood specs. June was asleep on the small couch you had in your bedroom next to one of the windows. John stood on the opposite side of the bed from Dottie, watching her every movement when it came to caring for you. Occasionally your body would stir, but you still hadn’t woken up since the car— four hours ago.

“Are you liking it?” The vintage dressed woman asked, a smirk crossing her red lips. She cast her eyes between John and your sleeping figure, hinting as to what she was meaning.

“I am.” He responded. Dottie noticed his softened gaze when he looked towards you. She glanced back down at your face, wiping your skin with the washcloth gently. Your brow bone contained a nasty laceration and your cheekbone held a nice bruise with a cut as well. There was also a gash on your bottom lip, and your left eye held a hefty black bruise. That man really got ahold of you.

“They're a good family. I know Francesco means well,” Dot murmured, “Speaking of, have you let them know?” John watched as the woman stood up and walked to the bathroom retrieving a fresh bowl of water for your face.

“I called Francesco shortly after we arrived here.” The dark haired man spoke. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning towards your figure. He brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen in your face. His thumb caressed your cheek afterwords, carefully avoiding the wounds that donned your skin. He felt your body stir, and a quiet groan escape your lips as you started to wake up. Dot walked back into the room, noting Johns figure looming over your own. A little smirk crossed her lips as she set the bowl down on the nightstand. You peeked your eyes open for a second, wincing at the brightness of the room.

“Good afternoon, sleepy.” Dottie smiled, sitting beside your figure again. “Careful.” She murmured, watching as you shifted to sit up a little better. You knew Dottie was next to you, but could feel the weight of somebody on your other side. A large hand quietly placed itself on the side of your arm and you looked to see who it belonged to.

“How do you feel?” John’s words were gently spoken. His fingers squeezed your arm slightly before he released.

“M-my throat hurts.” Your voice came out scratchy and withered sounding. Dottie quickly placed a cool glass of water into your palms, hers then wrapping around yours before releasing entirely. You gave her the best smile you could manage, due to your cuts, before sipping the drink. John stood up from the bed and made a comment about going to grab pain medicine before he exited your bedroom.

“I'm going to wake up June.” Dottie spoke, walking over to her sleeping position by the window. You blinked your eyes, feeling the pain from the cuts, and groaned silently. It was stupid of you to think you could take on both of them. Your training with John was going fine, you figured if you at least got one down… No matter, at least you were still alive. The footsteps of your two friends caught your attention as the girls returned to your side. June immediately began to gush over how happy she was you were awake and okay, hugging you tightly.

“We thought you were a goner.” The girl whispered, worry still evident in her tone. You raised your brows but winced as the sting from the cut became overwhelming.

“I'm glad John showed up when he did. Like a superhero. He stood there with his gun and you should've seen the animalistic look in his eye.” Dottie sighed dreamily, “You are one lucky girl.”

“I know about your ‘no dating’ rule, however, I don't think you should let this one get away.” June commented quietly, brushing some hair from your face. Dot agreed, shaking her head vigorously. The three of you cut the conversation short as John's footsteps echoed closer. He entered the room quietly and padded over to the bed, handing you a bottle of painkillers. Your fingers brushed as the container was passed and you felt a longing for the touch to remain; however just as the warmth arrived, it left.

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June and Dottie stayed over for another hour before leaving. They helped you change your clothes and settle in for the night before they left you in the capable hands of John. The two of you remained in your bedroom the rest of the evening. You went in and out of sleep a few times. One time, you woke to the man humming quietly while sitting in bed next to your figure. Another, he was checking your bandages and cleaning the sheen of sweat from your skin. Maybe what June said is right, you can’t let John get away. Nobody has cared for you like he has. But that begged the question, would he even want to be with you? You’re half his age and apart of a mafia family. Plus, you still don't know much about him; his past, his home life, etc. He is a mysterious being, quiet too. It only made you want to know more.

“John?” You murmured, gathering the strength to sit up. It was late evening now, just past eight. The summer sun had just set, leaving a gray tone to cover the space.

“Yes?” He answered, turning to face you. He had been sitting at your desk, cleaning his gun.

“Parlami di te.” ‘[Tell me about yourself.]’ The man responded to your request by putting down the parts in his hand. He then quietly cleaned his fingers of grime before standing up and padding over to you, but not sitting.

“What would you like to know?” He murmured. You studied his face for a moment, taking in the features he donned. His normally combed hair was disheveled now and he had bags under his eyes. He wore a suit and shoes too, obviously still dressed for work.

“Everything.” You replied, ignoring the throb of pain that coursed through your body. John nodded, then loosened the tie from his around neck. He shed off his suit jacket next, leaving him in a black button up and vest on top. You admired his figure in the darkening room. He stood tall, confident, maybe a little tired, but didn't let it show much. The man settled on the edge of your bed, by your feet. The room remained silent for a few moments; you not daring to speak, and John taking the time to gather his thoughts.

“I was married.” John’s voice was so soft, you had to lean towards him to hear better. The man kept his gaze towards his hands, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Was?” You asked, pushing aside the slight feeling of jealousy that rose.

“She- she passed due to an illness years back.” The bodyguard paused.

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” You let out quietly, as to not bother John’s story process.

“I was retired and wanted to live my days as a widower, however I was dragged back into the business by an old friends’ idiot son.” The man sighed, pushing some fallen hair behind his ear. You caught a glimpse at how sad he appeared, and felt an urge to comfort him. Pain shot through your body as you scooted down the bed until you were close enough to John. You grabbed his hand and his fingers instinctively intertwined with your own, making you realize just how large his palms actually were. It felt right, his hand being wrapped with your own.

“Ever since then, I haven't left the business again. I see no point. I can't seem to leave anyways, I keep getting dragged back in.” He sighed heavily and you began to rub your thumb along his hand, as your way of comforting him. He fell silent, but you didn't push anymore questions just yet. He was being open and raw, which was probably difficult for the man to do. If he wanted to tell his story, he would. You wanted to know more, obviously, about the kind of work he's done; his jobs, the people he’s met, and if he knew anyone in your family. You wanted to know why the man was so troubled, and why it seemed everybody is against him.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Your voice escaped softly, barely above a whisper. John's hand squeezed your own, before he finally made eye contact with you. His dark gaze caused a chill to slither down your spine.

“Yes.” He spoke softly, “I need to go change.” He gave your hand one last squeeze before removing it and standing up. You watched as his figure walked across your room and disappeared behind the door. It only took him about five minutes before he returned, ready for bed. Sure, it was barely nine, but you figured you could put on a movie. You drank in the sight of him, admiring his pajamas. Blue with plaid stripes, and a plain white t-shirt. You’ve never seen him in anything but a suit, nevermind the sweatsuit outfit from when you train. This is different than that, this is a side of John that doesn't say ‘Hey, i'm a killer!’ This side is domestic; make you coffee and toast in the morning domestic.

“Would you like to watch a movie?” You then asked, watching him tidy up his mess from cleaning his gun, which he didn't finish.

“Sure.” He responded, walking over and climbing onto the bed next to your figure. You turned on your TV, and picked a movie from a streaming service, before fully settling in. You scoot your body close enough to John’s that you were able to lay your head on his chest. The man wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer, but gently as to not cause you more pain. You listened to his heartbeat as it slowed to a resting rhythm, and then closed your eyes letting sleep overcome your senses.

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Just Into You (Stony)(One)

In which Tony and Steve meet cute and sort of awkward, Steve is not into guys but he’s definitely into Tony, NatBucky are the scariest murder couple in the world, and Tony is a sweetheart with big brown eyes and a ridiculously pretty mouth.

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The restaurant was nice enough. White table cloths and polished silverware, flowers in the middle of the table and a candle for added ambiance. The music in the background was probably supposed to be romantic and on most days it probably would be, but now that Steve had been sitting alone at his table for exactly thirty seven minutes waiting on a blind date he was fairly certain wasn’t going to show up, the music was just grating and obnoxious and a perfect example of how lately everything that was supposed to be good was just turning into a colossal fuck up.

Steve hated dating. Hadn’t dated since The Incident almost a year ago that had involved a staff party and too much alcohol and ended with his date making out with one of his bosses.

Good times.

And now his friends had gotten tired of him moping around lonely, so they’d decided to set him up.

“It will be fun!” Maria had insisted. “She’s a great match for you! Bubbly and sweet and a little ditzy so she should make you laugh.”

“And by the way it’s been so long since you got laid, I’m pretty sure your virginity has grown back.” Sam had added unhelpfully. “Google something before you go, brush up on the ol’ lingo, remember which parts go where huh?”

Steve had been leery at best at being set up, but after some reassurance from Maria-- and after thumping on Sam for the virginity comment-- he had dug his trusty button up from the back of the closet and made sure there was no paint beneath his fingers nails and showed up an appropriate fifteen minutes before designated date time to wait.

And here he was. Still....waiting....

Seven minutes later Steve leaned over to blow the candle out, already texting Maria that the date had been a bust and this was the last time he was ever letting her set him up and--

“Hey, you aren’t leaving aren’t you?” Just as Steve was getting up, a guy sat down in the seat opposite and Steve froze mid motion. “You wouldn’t mind hanging out another few minutes?”

“I--- guess not?” Steve sat back down, frowning at the stranger. “Can I ask why?”

“I lied to my ex and told him I had plans tonight.” The guy smiled sheepishly. “And my plans were having dinner by myself but he just walked in the door and now I don’t want to look like I’m alone. Can I sit here?”

“...sure?”

“I appreciate it.” the guy pulled a lighter from his pocket and re-lit the candle. “Candles help with the romance right? Looks legit. I’m Tony, by the way. Tony Stark. You got a name or should I call you Big Blond and Beautiful?”

Steve laughed because he didn’t know what else to do and his evening was pretty much ruined already so why not let a perfect stranger sit at his table? “My name’s Steve.”

“Steve.” Tony snapped his fingers at a waiter and pointed to the empty bread bowl. “Smile and laugh like I’m the most charming person in the world and I’ll buy you dinner, alright?”

“Smile and--”

“Right now.” Tony hissed, his eyes darting towards another blonde man who was looking their way. “Laugh right now.”

“Right--”

“Right now!”

Steve threw back his head and did his best fake laugh, the one he did at board meetings when Professor Coulson made terrible puns about budget cuts at the college, all squinty eyes and lots of teeth and a hand over his heart as if he just couldn’t handle the hilarity of the moment.

Tony was mid drink of water and cracked up at the sheer cheesiness of Steve’s laugh, coughing water out into his hands and probably out of his nose and grabbing at napkins to try and muffle it.

“That was the worst--” he mopped the water off the table. “--the worst fake laugh I have ever heard in my entire life.”

“Okay in my defense.” Steve was laughing for real now. “In my defense, I can’t just throw out normal laughs at a moment’s notice. No one can do that!”

“Try me.” Tony challenged, his dark eyes sparking playfully. “Tell me something awful, I’ll give you the best fake laugh of your life.”

“Tony--”

“No no no, come on. Do it.” Tony insisted. “You gotta sit here with me, you might as well have some fun. Come on.”

“Alright alright.” Steve pulled out his phone and scrolled through his messages trying to find one of the unbelievably awful jokes Sam always sent him. “Okay, here we go. What disease do you get when you decorate for Christmas?”

“Tell me. Go on. Hit me with your best shot.”

Steve waited a beat, and in his most boring ‘Professor Rogers’ voice, deadpanned, “Tinselitus.”

Tony burst into laughter, his mouth falling open in delight and eyes crinkling at the corners, rocking back in his chair and throwing his hands in the air before running one through his perfectly styled hair and reaching for his glass with the other. He took an apparently calming sip and then chuckled a few more times. “Steve, you are so funny. Oh my gosh.”

“Oh my gosh.” Steve’s jaw almost hit the table. “How did you do that? That was ridiculously good.”

“Never underestimate the importance of a good press laugh.” Tony winked, and when more bread finally appeared at the table, he dug right into the basket, telling the waiter, “Hey, I was at table twenty six, but now I’m here. Can you just move my food this way and maybe double it for my new friend? Thank you.”

“You don’t have to buy me dinner.” Steve reached for a bread stick too. “I don’t have much of an appetite and--”

“It’s lobster and filet mignon.” Tony interrupted. “And I told you I’d buy you dinner so don’t bother saying no. My feelings will be very hurt if you turn down lobster and steak.”

“No really it’s--”

“Very hurt.” Tony said louder and Steve put his hands up in surrender. “And you’re actually really helping me out right now? Dinner is the least I can do and the least you can do is offer me some stimulating conversation about yourself or another flash of those pearly whites because I wasn’t kidding when I said you were hot.”

“Fine.” It wasn’t all that hard to smile back when Tony was practically beaming. “So, my name is Steve Rogers and I am a professor of art history at the University. I’m thirty two and this was supposed to be a blind date but I’m pretty sure I got stood up which is why I was so conveniently--”

“So conveniently.”

“--so conveniently eating alone when you decided to show up and test my fake laughter skills.”

“Blind date, huh?” Tony dragged the bread through an alarming amount of butter and crammed it in his mouth. “So. Do you think they actually stood you up, or that they came in, saw what you looked like, and walked back out?”

It was Steve’s turn to choke on his water and as it turned out, Tony’s real laugh was somehow even better than his fake laugh, and suddenly Steve didn’t feel like his evening had been a bust after all.

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Somehow conversation over fake laughs and the fate of blind dates turned into questions about Steve’s career and genuine conversation about his passion for art and Tony casually mentioning he was ‘into robots’ before admitting that yes, he did most of the designing for one of the biggest tech companies on the East Coast and oh did he mention he was sort of a genius?

They were sort of arguing over whether computer animation was in any way the same art form as traditional hand drawn animation when the waiter came by and politely cleared his throat to remind them that the restaurant had in fact closed half an hour previously.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Steve’s face turned red because he couldn’t believe they’d talked for almost three hours and Tony pulled a wad of bills out of his wallet and shoved several more than necessary at the check as an apology and they hustled out the door as fast as they could.

“So um--” Steve motioned towards the only car left in the front parking lot. “That’s me. You got a ride?”

“I tend to taxi places so I can get unashamedly drunk and not have to worry about driving home.” Tony said cheerfully, pulling out his phone for the umpteenth time that night and shooting off a quick text. “Sorry about all the phone usage by the way, I have friends who were slightly concerned about me being in the same building as my ex and I’ve had to convince them several times that you weren’t in fact going to kidnap me and kill me somewhere.”

He squinted up at Steve. “You’re not going to kidnap me in that ugly grey jalopy and kill me somewhere, are you?”

“Oh my--oh my god!” Steve sputtered, taking several steps away and shaking his head adamantly. “No! Tony! What the hell? I would never-- I would not-- I am not that kind of guy. Nuh-uh. No way. You are absolutely safe with me. I’m a good guy!”

“Easy, gorgeous.” Tony winked at him. “I was kidding. But your impersonation of a definitely not guilty person who is no way sketchy was very good. Spot on.”

“Sheesh.” Steve breathed out a little anxiously. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to over react. I’m not used to people joking about that sort of thing.”

“Huh.” Tony put his hands in his pockets and grinned up at Steve. “You should meet Bucky and Natasha, that would change real quick. Besides, you’re ‘I’m not a creeper’ speech was more convincing than your fake laugh, so consider that a win.”

“Right, a win.” Steve felt like his smile was goofy but he didn’t really care. “So. Can I offer you a ride home, or--?”

“Most nights I’d be all about midnight car rides with hot blondes, but I already got a cab coming.” Right on cue, a sleek black car that Steve recognized from one of the higher end livery services turned the corner and made its way across the parking lot towards them. “So it looks like I’m good to go.”

“Okay well.” More bummed than he wanted to admit about the night ending, Steve dug his keys out and unlocked his doors. “Thanks for an interesting night? Certainly not how I expected it to go. This was definitely better.”

“We should get dinner some time.” Tony said all in a rush as the car pulled to a stop in front of them. “Like tomorrow. We should get dinner tomorrow. Or coffee. You art types drink coffee, right?”

“Um, yeah I drink coffee, but um--” Face flaming, Steve cleared his throat. “And don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered but um-- I’m not-- I’m not into guys. My date tonight was supposed to be a girl. I appreciate the offer, but I’m not-- that’s not really my thing.

Tony blinked at him and Steve added awkwardly, “I had a good time tonight. i really did. Don’t remember the last time I talked to anyone for that long. But I’m not into guys. Sorry.”

“Okay, you’re not into guys.” Tony shrugged. “So do you want to get some coffee or something sometime? Just as friends, I promise I won’t jump your bones.”

“Um--” Steve hesitated but Tony was laughing again and for a reason Steve didn’t quite understand and wasn’t willing to look too far into-- . “Yeah. Hell yeah. Coffee would be fun.”

“Great.” Tony flashed him a smile that had no business making Steve’s heart beat that fast and pulled out the receipt from dinner to scribble down his number. “Call me. We’ll figure it out.”

“Great.” Steve stared at the number for a few seconds longer than was strictly necessary. “Thanks, Tony.”

“Nighty-night.” Tony blew him a kiss and slid into the car and they were gone a minute later.

From Steve: Okay, so the evening wasn’t terrible.

From Maria: I knew you would like her! Wasn’t she great? Whoo hoo first date in over a year. Hallelujah.

From Steve: Oh no, she didn’t show up. Stood me up in fact.

From Maria: Oh no. Steve, I’m so sorry. I’ll put salt in her coffee or something on Monday.

From Maria: Wait, if she stood you up why wasn’t your evening terrible?

From Steve: I...met someone.

From Steve: Someone pretty great.

From Steve: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I can’t wait to see them again.

From Maria: WHAT? I’VE BEEN TRYING TO SET YOU UP FOR AGES AND YOU HOOK UP WITH SOMEONE RANDOM AND UNDO ALL MY HARD WORK

From Maria: Actually, I’m just glad you’re getting some attention because you have been unbearably cranky lately. Get some, Steve.

From Steve:...thanks?

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toxicfucksaround · 5 years

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Big ass art dumb, scroll through at own risk

Hello guys! It has been absouletly forever since the last time I posted anything here, I’m sorry. I kinda forgot I had a tumblr for awhile. But I’m back, with a whole new, much, much better artstyle compared to before.

So, in honor of this, I decided to start posting again, starting with an unbearably long art dump going from oldest to newest art on this computer so, scroll at you’re own risk.

Here is my first attempt at Pixel art in awhile, my girl Zoey when she was younger and being bullied or something.

Next is art of Marina and Mark, her awful ex, brought to you by the song Show and Tell by Melanie Martinez.

Next is my flower bab Mono, a skeleton who became the unwilling host of a parasitic like flower, which loooves sunflower seeds for some reason. The flower doesn’t hurt Mono, rather it protects him, as without a host, the flower will die.

Now meet Adelaide and Juniper, Mono’s moms. One is a stay at home mom that grows fruits and vegetables in their large backyard, and the other one is a flower scientist who studies all sorts of strange and gorgeous flowers, as well as experiments with them.

Meet Green Pearl, half of a permi-fusion based off a really pretty gem I saw, the Watermelon Tourmaline.

Meet Star Ruby, the other half of my Permi-fusion.

Next up is the fusion itself, Watermelon Tourmaline.

After that comes an OC I made named Matthew. He was made after I listened to Honey I’m Home too much and decided to make a character who’s a sweet christian trans boy who’s dad beats him because said dad is an asshole and an alcoholic.

Next two is a Hazbin Hotel OC before and after she died, who in life was a cannibalistic serial killer and in death became even worse. She’s not actually a vampire, I just remember reading somewhere that butterflies drink the blood of dead things and I thought it was cool.

Next up is Marina dressed in three outfits heavily inspired by the GHOST songs in this order; Apetite of a People Pleaser, Honey I’m Home, and Happy Days.

Next is a Blue Spinel OC I made, simply because the idea of entertainment gems is too fantastic to not make twenty versions of, come on. Besides, Spinel’s are great. This is my Blue Spinel, who’s gem is on her back like lapis. Her entertainment is mostly singing as well as a few smooth jokes.

After Blue Spinel is Liliac Spinel, one I plan to redesign in the future,I wanted to give her a more clowny apperance, and she acts a lot like the Spinel we got to know in the movie before Pink abandoned her, except that she can actually read social clues and knows when to calm down and give people a bit of space,

Next is my Blue Moonstone, and don’t worry I just recently redesigned her so, she looks better.

Next is criminal Marina and criminal Zoey, who I won’t get into right now but maybe I will later.

Next is Moth Zoey and Snake Marina, part of a mate au that I won’t get into right now but I will at a later time.

Next is my little Sally Face OC Tabitha, known affectionatly by her dad as Tabi Cat. Tabitha is... definetly one of my weirder OCs, as she’s obsessed with demons and ghosts, and actually isn’t scared of seeing demons or ghosts around the apartments. However, she is unbelievably angry at all the poor, innocent deaths that take place thanks to the cult, expressing her outrage often. She exists in two different timelines, one where she dies to the cult, and the other where she lives and through it and backs up Sal in court, effectively keeping him out of jail.

Next is a fursona I made. I’m not a furry, I just thought it would be fun to draw, although there is nothing wrong with furries anyways but whatever, here’s Mouse! Inky.

Here is the Moonstone redesign I promised. Now, when it comes to Moonstones in Steven Universe, we really don’t know anything about them. But I like to think that they are rather high up gems, by more of a theory then anything. See, you know the Moon Goddess statue that was supposed to save the Lunar Sea Spire? I like to think that the “Moon Goddess’s” are really just Moonstones, who are rather rare to come by but extremely valuable gems. Bismuth revealed that Spires are made for important gems to think in, and I believe that this particular spire was made for moonstones or other oceanic gems. As a ‘goddess’ like gem, she is calm, quiet, and wise, but very compassionate for others. My Blue Moonstone fled from homeworld during the rebellion, after hearing of a better place for gem kind, as well as their plan to protect the humans that occupied earth. Her Black and Gold Pearl, who belongs to my friend Luna, joined her. By the time they finally escaped to earth, the gem corruption had already taken place, and they were safe from it.

Next up is the Fell/Edgy version of Zoey, who is honestly one of my favorite versions of Zoey I’ve ever made.

This is Kelly, Marina’s youngest sibling and honestly the most mature out of the four. She’s 18, and rather sweet, does most of the cleaning and cooking at home because her siblings are all lazy shits, and she has a very good sense of judgement when it comes to people. However, she is very frail and spends a lot of time indoors to stay safe. She’s Asexual and straight, but supports her siblings even when they make her wanna gouge her own eyes out.

This is Aurora, the second youngest. She’s twenty one and currently working as at retail, having quit her stripper job the year before. She’s really into fashion, and wants to design her own line one day, for now she’s just making clothes for her siblings.

And Jonah, honestly I have mixed feelings about him. He’s a huge piece of shit, and I kinda hate him but I also love that he’s a dick, I don’t know why. He’s Marina’s twin brother, and the oldest of the four, and is just, very overprotective and mean to everyone.

This is Baby Doll, a Hazbin OC of mine that’s one of my favorites, personally. In the 1950s she was trapped and manipulated as the perfect housewife, bending over backwards to do everything her husband ever wanted. But about 5 months after she gave birth to his baby, he killed it while he was drunk, making it seem like it was an accident. Baby Doll was heartbroken, and blamed herself for the death, and was pushed over the edge when she returned from grocery shopping to find her husband cheating on her with a younger woman. She snapped, killing her husband and his mistress, before realizing what she did and killing herself.

Time to meet Coco, and boy he he one of my favorite Hazbin OCs. In life he was addicted to cocaine, and when offered a nice supply of it for sleeping with a drug dealer, who was he to refuse? So he totally slept with her, and the two made it a regular thing, getting closer to each other and falling in love. The got engaged, and that’s when things went to shit. The Drug dealer got into a drug war, and during said attacks, Coco was killed horribly. His fiance, distraught, gave up her life of crime and worked towards becoming a better persona, and later died, going to heaven since she had repented and become better. Coco himself had went to jail, and never got to see his fiance again.

#Crappy OCs #Crappy Art #Sorry this is so long

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 5 years

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Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

TITLE: Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 6 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-dark midnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with a Midgardian and his words to Thor about Jane during Dark World coming back to haunt him. “It would be a heartbeat. You would never be ready.”

RATING: M for Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~▪︎~FOR THE WHOLE STORY~▪︎~

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Check Masterlist. It's going to be a long read. I try to keep each chapter around 3,000 words.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

!-!TRIGGER WARNING(S)!-!

So many triggers, read ALL of them!

Swearing. Angst. Death. Depression. Violence. Self-harm. Regret. Carelessness for safety. Doubts. Torture. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. And Of Course- Mischief.

Summary: Their date night.

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Loki had the whole set of jewelry he had designed. The place he picked out...It was nothing less than elegant. Loki was thrilled to see her dressed in plain black as he had requested. The dress was strapless and flared at her waist. Her legs bare and only covered a few inches above her knee. Her shoes had a simple strap and buckle. All of her nails painted black.

“So…” She looked at him draping her arms around his shoulders. Her smile growing despite her trying to prevent it. “You're officially but unofficially courting me?”

“Yes Love.” Loki smiled, he couldn't remember a time he smiled this way. He had someone he felt, might, like him for him.

“So are you courting me?” Alicia asked playing with his hair. “The wrong way?” Alicia grinned.

“Would you rather go back to no touching?” he said pulling away from her and standing two feet away.

Alicia grinned as she went to wrap him in her arms. “No... So how does this work? What do I need to do?”

“Darling you don't need to change a thing. You are now a representation of me. A part of me. I would never ask you your permission to court you if I did not find you worthy.”

“So.. I can wear comfy clothes all the time?”

Loki allowed himself to laugh, “When we go in front if the Asgardians you will wear Asgardian designs.”

“That stuff looks so hard to get into and out of.”

“You would have help from the servants.”

Alicia hummed dragging a finger down his neck to his chest, pressing her finger into his chest. “Why won't you help me?”

Loki's fingers teased the back seam of her strapless dress. “you would want me to dress and undress you... Because if I were the only one in the room with you and you were in different clothes… people would make accurate assumptions.”

Alicia grinned as his hands went to her waist and caressed her sides. He pulled away and conjured the jewelry boxes. He gave her the necklace. The gold chain, the stones were green and black of the pendant, gleamed in the light. His colors.

Alicia stared for a brief second at the necklace he presented then stared at him with wide eyes. "Loki I can't-this is… it looks so expensive. I don't deserve this."

Loki's heart dipped and then felt crushed, “Darling I had all of these made specifically for you. Of course you do.”

There is a whole set that he requested. Bracelets, earings, a ring and the necklace.

She turned her back to him saying, “Alright. I’ll make up for not getting you something when we get back.”

Loki heard the suggestive promise and took the ends of the necklace, “I’d like that.” Loki said as he kissed her shoulder to her neck. “So you accept to be mine?”

“Loki, I have been yours for a while.”

He put the necklace on her, easy due to her hair being done up in a seemingly simple way. The simplicity made her look even more gorgeous.

He felt excitement, more than when he had a trick he was planning, as he put that necklace with HIS colors on her.

Alicia turned to face him, watching his smile grow as he looked down her neck and rested there. She grinned and kissed him, easier now due to her heels that made her the same height. She turned and put the rest of the jewelry on. The earrings were a little difficult because she barely wore earrings. She did wear a pair in front of Loki a while ago, she was surprised he would remember. There were bracelets for each wrist, the colors the same but the designs varied to compliment each other. The ring was a little big but only by a little.

"I will get you a new one," Loki said kissing her hand.

"Loki this looks very expensive… this is good. Don't worry about it."

"Good?" Loki hummed as he kissed up her arm, "No my Love. You will have nothing but perfect." He nibbled on her collarbone.

Alicia's hands went to his shoulders for stability. Loki pulled her to him from the small of her back.

"I could fulfill my promise now."

Loki chuckled then went to peck her lips. "Let's at least get through the first date."

"So all of my hard work cooking for you wasn't special enough?" Alicia teased as she grabbed her black leather wallet. Loki noted the clasp was gold as well. All of the jewelry she wore before was gold. This woman must have been made for him. He offered his arm to her and she took it with a smile. The walk to the lobby earned a few looks from people. The people they saw before were happy and told them to have a good time. The others who recognized Loki gave the same reaction as everyone else who refused to see the good in him. Alicia gently squeezed his arm and smiled up at him.

Alicia heard a whistle and instantly knew who it was. "Damn girl! You clean up nice."

"Marcibeth. Stop it please."

"Sweet damn. This all looks expensive as hell." Marcibeth said eyeing the jewelry. "So I assume you'll have my sister back at a reasonable time?" Marcibeth said looking like and sounding like a parent but the wink was definitely a suggestion.

Alicia rolled her eyes.

"I will." Loki held eye contact with Marcibeth.

"Good because I'll be done working here by 2am at the earliest." Marcibeth winked then shooed them away, "go have fun. I know that workaholic never stops. Get her to..relax."

Loki quickly guided Alicia to the car at their dismissal. He had chosen a luxury-sport car, per Tony’s collection. He opened the door for her, despite her saying he didn't need to. He reminded her that she was going to get treated as if he was courting her. He claimed once again she deserves to be treated as the most prized woman in all existence.

As soon as they were on the road Alicia started the conversation she knew he wanted to have. “Well, Your dear teammates are going to meet me as an agent. I'm being transferred to the Avengers.”

“Transferred?”

“Yes. Everyone has been pondering the idea because I'm more heroic than an agent. I hate killing people. Also, the target from my father's enemy.”

Alicia waved her hand dismissively, as if she was not worried. So her father's enemies were from SHIELD.

“Darling. That sounds like a big deal.”

“I help save individuals who are captured. I tend to piss off the people of the other team. Often times I help capture those with information for my sister to have fun with. Sometimes things get close but I get my team out.”

“You can handle a lot can’t you?”

The amusement in her voice was not unnoticed, “I'm hoping I get to see how much I can handle later.”

Loki chuckled, “maybe.”

Alicia laughed and then let a small silence take place, “If you have any further questions let me know. Obviously classified stuff I can't share.”

“I assume you are highly classified information?”

“Maybe a tiny bit.” She laughed nervously then sighed as if comfortable. “But it's about me so I'm willing to share with you. You are not some regular person on the street who can't defend themselves.” Her long sigh was amusing, “I tried that before, the individual couldn't even make a first properly.”

Loki chuckled. “I assure you, I can protect myself. And I will do anything to protect you too.”

“Don't promise me that. If it comes between me and an innocent, you better choose them. If it gets down to me or another, choose them.”

Loki put his hand on her knee and looked at her, “I am unwilling to make those garentes.”

Alicia faced him and rolled her eyes, she grinned when he didn’t look away, “Eyes on the road, or are you so willing to put me in danger already?”

“We are at a red light Darling.”

Alicia leaned over to kiss him whispering, “I know,” before meeting his eager lips.

A horn caught their attention and they chuckled. Alicia sat back and Loki sped up to catch up with traffic. His hand was on her knee and his thumb stroked her skin. Alicia played with his fingers.

They were long, lean and showed evidence of his stress. The nails were obviously picked because they were very short and uneven.

Alicia’s nails were longer than his and had an even rounded end. They were kept just long enough to not see the tip of her finger.

Loki squeezed her knee. The car stopped and Loki was out of the car. Alicia had her hand on the handle as it was being pulled open.

“Darling. Let me.”

Alicia smiled but rolled her eyes. She took his hand and let him pull her close. She intertwined their fingers when he handed the key away.

The vallette took the car and they walked inside. Loki gave his name and they were immediately taken to a table on the second floor by the railings to overlook the instrumental entertainment.

Alicia held on to his arm when she felt him tense. She leaned into him and said quietly enough to hear, "Relax. Your so tense." She firmly rubbed the muscle in his arm.

Loki's muscles only grew more tight. People were staring. And whispering harsh things about Alicia and himself. He has heard worse about himself but for them to talk about her? It made his blood absolutely boil. He pulled her chair out for her.

"Are you worried about what they are saying? Just don't." She smiled at him, "they are jealous I have such an amazing god to date."

Loki muttered as he kept his eyes on the table pulling his chair closer to the table. "Perhaps I have the unbelievably gorgeous, amazing date."

Alicia smiled at him and it made him excited to hear her next words. "Either way they are still jealous."

The lights were low and there was a candle centerpiece making both of their eyes sparkle. Loki's hair practically disappeared in the low light but Alicia's hair? It was illuminated in a golden glow with the candle light.

Alicia loved the way he looked in the dark suit and his green silk tie. A very expensive watch on his wrist, obviously golden. As he usually was… Loki was dressed to impress.

Alicia wondered if she was up at his level in her black dress and heels. She imagined she looked very ordinary compared to him. He was a God. She a midgardian. Alicia played with the new jewelry around her neck. The necklace made her feel like she was plenty enough.

“What would you like to drink Darling?”

She pointed at a berry drink in the alcoholic section. Alicia smiled, “this looks good.”

And as if on cue the server was beside their table in no time to take their orders and was back just as quick.

Alicia tasted it and was satisfied with her choice with hum.

“You like it Darling?” Loki chuckled.

“It’s really good.” She took another quick sip. “How is yours?”

“This is going to do nothing to me. Asgardian wine is much stronger than this.”

Guilt and sorrow took a hold of her features. “I’m sorry… I..” Alicia looked down.

Loki set his drink down, giving her his full attention, “Darling what is it?” He watched her chest fill with air.

“I had a vision of Ragnarok. Well, of people getting loaded into the ship.”

“Really?”

Alicia looked at Loki because of his shock. “Yes?”

Loki regained himself. “It’s just most witch’s don’t see past their realm.”

“I don’t usually. Honestly I’m glad that doesn't happen because that vision put me into a few days coma after I made it better.”

“Made it better?”

“I can sort of alter the drawings after I have them, but… They make me have another vision immediately. It really takes a toll on me. Sort of like when you pulled more visions from me.”

“Darling, I’m sorry for that. Asgardian witches are very rare to where they can not give an answer as to when their visions will take place. I did not assume… I’ll be sure not to forget.”

“It’s alright. It’s happened many times before as attempts to get ahead of threats.” Alicia smiled gently at Loki when she saw his eyes narrow. “Really, it is ok. And I want you to pull as much from my visions as possible. The more information the better.”

“I will get as much as your body can handle.” Loki’s curiosity was evident on his face, “How did you make Ragnarok better?”

“I drew bags on as many people I could as they were loaded on the ship. Then the next vision after that was Thor at the podium, giving his speech, or asking permission for the asgardians to stay.” Alicia looked down, “I wish I could have done more. I can’t imagine the things your people lost.”

“You saved many of those things. People were able to save prized things such as small trinkets and books of all kinds. Some of those books held instructions to make many things important to Asgardians. They held designs for efficient armors and weapons, how to build our buildings, lessons for teaching, our history and how to make instruments. Some people brought various things to plant and grow. The healers were able to bring stones and plants for healing. Asgardians brought so many things with them that are helping themselves and Midgardians coexist. You did that.”

Loki spoke with such passion and excitement.

Alicia was lost for words.

The server came back, “Have we decided what we would like to eat?”

Alicia and Loki grinned at each other. They never looked at the menu.

Alicia smiled, pretending to look at the menu, “I don’t know what to get.”

“Is there a specific taste you are going for tonight?” The waiter asked with that forced polite tone.

"What would you recommend?”

Alicia listened to the description of each suggestion, and she knew she couldn’t pronounce the names so she simply said, “That last one sounds wonderful. Thank you so much.”

Loki watched as Alicia interacted with the server. He watched as she gave the menu to the waiter. Loki ordered, “The best steak you have,” and some sides the server recommended. Loki looked at Alicia. Pride filled his chest as he saw her playing with the necklace with a soft smile. He sipped at his wine to act as though he wasn't staring. How could he not? Her skin went well with his colors. The jewelry brought to life with her beauty.

"Are you satisfied with your first gifts?"

Her eyes darted to his, coming to life with her attention. "I am but do you really have to give me more?"

"I want you to have my colors in as many ways as possible."

"Is that a thing of courtship?"

"Yes, Darling. It's a way of displaying you are unavailable to anyone else."

"So sounds like marriage…" When Alicia dated she dated with purpose. Intending to test and see if they would commit as well. Up until this point she was the serious one. It was a nice change she thought as she played with her ring..just so happened to be on her ring finger.

"That is the goal."

Their food had arrived.

“It looks great, Thank you.” Alicia smiled warmly at the servers.

Loki also thanked them.

Loki’s first bite was… Disappointing.

Alicia frowned, “Loki. What’s wrong?”

“The food has an appearance better than anything you have presented to me, but It lacks the flavor all your dishes do.”

Alicia laughed, “I feel insulted and appreciated all at the same time.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s ok. I get similar reviews from everyone I cook for.”

Loki examined her eyes and saw no hurt.

“Let me taste it.”

Loki felt his face contort into confusion. “What?”

Alicia handed him her fork. “Get me some to try.” She grabbed his fork, got a sample, and held it to him. “Open up.”

Loki gave her an amused look before opening his mouth and taking the bite. He did the same thing she did. He was not entirely sure if she was trying to make it purposely arousing the way she took the food from the fork. Her eyes held his as her lips closed around the fork. She hummed as she chewed, her eyes closing.

All of Alicia’s tastebuds were being used. At least that's what it felt like. “I could never reach this level of excellent taste. This is so good.” Alicia saw his slack jaw as he did when only thinking of one thing. She also noticed his eyes on her lips as she licked.

“Would you like another bite?” Loki asked with a low laugh.

Alicia was up for this game, “Just one more.”

Loki was sure she was doing this on purpose because she did the same thing. “You have no idea what you are doing to me Darling.”

“I believe I do. But we should really finish our first date.” Alicia gave him a suggestive smile.

Loki smiled with mischief. “You are going to get it.”

“That’s the goal, Loki.” She winked at him before taking another bite of her own dish.

Loki tried to not smile. “Clever girl.”

“I’m assuming we are going back to my place?”

“Yes. There is a very low chance of anyone barging into your room, compared to mine at the cursed tower.”

Alicia laughed. “It can't be that bad.”

“It can be,” Loki said with a huff poking at his food.

“I’m sure it will get better in time.”

Loki intended just a glance at her of just complete disbelief but he was stuck staring at her. The way she was looking at him so kindly, with true believing written on her face, how could he doubt her?

“I know you can do it Loki. It's just going to take some time. As well as a little less mischief.” She was laughing at the suggestion.

“You know I have-”

“-Have a reputation to maintain. I know.” She giggled. “Well maybe you could do less violent things.” Loki saw her eyes light up instantly, “Like switching the sugar and salt before everyone goes to make their morning coffee. Making a dried fruit bowl and cutting the prunes smaller so they look like raisins. Putting laxative in something and handing it out.”

Loki grinned, “Where did you get these ideas from?”

“When my sister or father piss me off I ponder how to get them back. I know their daily interests and hobbies and get them back that way. Since I have lived with them basically all my life I already knew that stuff. Don’t get me wrong though, knowing someone else’s routine is not just about getting back at them.. It’s nice to have a flow to things and knowing something so intimate about someone.”

Loki thought about how she always started food as soon as they were in her apartment, made tea and the music would be on. She would dance around as he made a poor attempt at reading. They would eat the food and talk about whatever made the conversation flow with ease. She would start to clean whatever was dirty, humming along to the music and swaying side to side. She would demand he get on the couch because it was more comfortable. They would read, or her draw on occasion, talking about their certain points in entertainment. She would pull him for a kiss on the forehead before he left.

Loki wanted to learn her routines and to be tangled in them.

“There are also plenty of stuff online you could look up. I’m sure Thor doesn’t know about that stuff so you could get him easy.”

“I will have to look that up. Thank you Darling.”

The waiter was back, “How is everything?” He set down a refill drink for Alicia and poured Loki more wine as well as refilled their waters.

“Everything is good. Thank you so much.”

The waiter nodded and was off into the barely lit room.

"How long were you planning on asking me?"

Loki hummed in question. "Oh. I decided about three weeks before I asked you. The set has been done for the past three months. I decided to wait to give them to you. I also had to pick between many designs. Some of which are already being worked on."

"Loki.." Alicia contained her smile. "I am going to have to return the favor somehow."

"Actually. You don't. Making sure you are more than satisfied in everything is my job as the one courting you."

Alicia opened her mouth to protest but Loki put his fork with a piece of steak in her mouth. He intended to eat that piece but found better use for her mouth than to use it to talk back. Her eyes darted to his plate as she chewed.

Alicia swallowed and said, "Loki, that was your last piece."

"Satisfied in everything, Darling."

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You better take care of yourself. Or I will."

"You have displayed you can and will already."

"If I drink or eat any more I'm going to pass out." Alicia looked at his neck and let her eyes trail down his chest and arms, "I'd like to get to dessert soon though."

Loki signaled for the waiter.

"Would you like to see the dessert tray?"

"No. Thank you." Alicia said maybe a bit too quickly.

"-I would."

Once the waiter was gone Loki's poor attempt to hide his smile as he took a sip from his wine was pitiful.

"Loki."

His eyes flickered to hers. "Yes Darling?"

Alicia rose her eyebrow at him.

"You said you wanted desert. I am also still starving."

"I did… Do I not feed you enough?"

Loki purposely did not further the desert conversation. "I could likely eat 10 times as much as what you have served me before."

"I'll keep that in mind for next time."

The desert options came and Loki chose two. Something with a berry mix. Then a cake with too much chocolate for one to consume.

"Try them, Darling."

"Loki I'm so full." Alicia wined.

"More for me then."

Alicia watched him devour and savor the chocolate cake. He did the same time anything was sweet she made for him. Alicia chuckled hiding her face with her hand.

His bright eyes found hers, and he swallowed before talking. "What is so amusing Darling?"

"You and that chocolate….thing. If I would have realized you had a sweet tooth I would have had more sweets."

"Try it." Loki said holding a chocolate mess on a fork in front of her. Alicia was quick to cup her hands under it and take the bite. Her hand had a few drops of chocolate. Loki handed her a cloth and she wiped her hands. Loki offered a bite of the berry dessert, "Try this one."

Alicia humed, "I like that one."

Loki set it in front of her.

"Really I can't."

"We will save it for later then."

Alicia eyed the desert with whipped cream and the glaze from the berries. "I just might be able to eat some later."

The waiter came and Loki asked for the check, and a to go carrier for the dessert.

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