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BadEnd!AU?
Which one?
Lil late to the party 'cause depression be damned, but I saw the BadEnd!AU goin' around and I wanted to join it before it was gone gone.
Anyways, I was gonna do Ash and Dew as well, but a few friends said that it'd be more fitting to do the kids because their "bad ends" could connect together.
#Ashleigh's Art#pokemon ask blog#daily pokemon#badend!au#Dewchu Twins#pikachu#corodewchu#taimadewchu#joulepikachu#tw blood#tw vomit#tw anorexia#tw self harm#uhhh if i need other tags please let me know i may be stupid
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Alpha Omega
Pairings: Colson x Reader
Warnings/Tags: alcohol, drunk, attempted rape (colson saves you before ANYTHING happens), potentially triggering dialogue about it the next morning, strangers to friends to lovers, smut, squirting 💦
A/N: Inspired by a weird dream I had and a real tweet I read, the person Jake in the fic was actually Jake Paul in my dream (ew). If you think the beginning backstory may trigger you and just want to read their friendship turn to lovers/smut, then scroll to the 2ND time skip marked with stars (***)
College mid-terms were finally over, which meant the same thing every year: the Alpha Omega annual fraternity party! It was the biggest party on campus every year, and even though it’s not really your scene, you decided to attend this year. Maybe it was the stress of mid-terms weighing extra heavy on your mind, but you needed an escape. But now, five full drinks and some shots later, you find yourself stumbling around the drink and keg area in the kitchen with a half-empty red solo cup, wondering how the hell you're supposed to find your way back to your dorm to sleep off what was obviously a very poor decision.
“Hey pretty thing,” you hear, suddenly feeling an arm slink around your waist.
“Do I know you?” you ask, disoriented and confused as your eyes try to focus on the face of the person touching you.
“The name’s Jake,” he shouts over the music, guiding you out of the kitchen and into the main party room. “You should come back to my room, you look like you need to lay down,” he says with ill-intent, but you’re too intoxicated to argue, letting him lead you up the stairs.
Even though most of your senses are impaired right now, you can’t mistake the distinct, pungent smell of weed wafting towards you as Jake escorts you down the hall once the two of you reach the top of the stairs.
“Yo, Jake!” a voice shouts from an open door, smoke billowing out as you pass.
“Hey Cols, what’s up?”
“Nothing much, man,” he says, blowing a smoke ring as he passes the blunt to his roommate Pete. “Wanna hit?”
“Maybe later, gotta get this pretty little thing back to room,” Jake answers.
“Aye, she alright? Colson questions, quickly rising to his feet.
“Yeah, pal she don’t look too good,” Pete coughs.
“Nah, man, that’s fucked up. She’s gooone!” Colson says getting a closer look at you. ‘You can’t talk her back to your room like this. That’s just wrong.”
“The fuck I can!” Jake retorts. “Look,” he says turning to you and lifting your slumped head. “You wanna go to my room with me don’t you, sexy?”
“N-nno” You slur, drunkenly shaking your head ‘Yes’
“See, she shook her ‘yes’,” Jake argues.
“Yeah, and her mouth said fuckin’ NO, Dawg!” Colson snaps back.
“Listen, I’m taking her to my room and there ain’t shit you can do about it!”
“The fuck there is!” Colson swings, his closed fist making contact with the side of Jake’s face, knocking him out cold.
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The next thing you know you’re opening your eyes; an unfamiliar room and bed coming into view. You slowly sit up holding your throbbing head
“Hey, you’re awake,” says a soft voice to your right. Quickly, you turn your head in a panic to see a tall blonde sitting on the edge of the bed.
“W-who are you? Where.. Where am I?” you ask on the verge of tears.
“My name's Colson,” he reaches out for your hand. “I —”
“Don’t touch me!” You yell, scooting backwards pulling the covers up over you when you realize all you’re wearing is a thin, white, mens t-shirt. “Where are my clothes?”
“Aye, yo, it’s not like that. Relax, listen,” he stands with his hands up backing away from you. “I slept on the couch, I just wanted —”
“Where are my clothes!?” you demand.
“You threw up on them,” he answers.
“So lemme get this right … I threw up and you took off my clo —”
“NO! No! God no!” he says waving his arms. “My roommate Pete —”
“So your roommate Pete took off my clothes…?”
“NOOO! Please, just listen. I swear I was just trying to help you and keep you safe.” The desperation in his voice causes you to let down your guard a little. “I was saying, my roommate Pete. His girl. She stayed over last night and I asked her to help get you cleaned up and changed. I saw nothing I swear,” he puts his hands up again.
You sit there in silence, confused, trying to process everything he just said.
“You really don’t remember anything from last night? Do you?” He asks, stepping slowly back towards the bed.”
“No,” you shake your head, disappointed in yourself.
He cautiously begins to sit back down on the edge of the bed then pauses “Can I?”
You nod ‘yes’ and he takes a seat.
“Yo, you were in really rough shape last night. I’m assuming you had too much to drink?”
“Yeah,” you admit looking ashamed.
“Aye, we’ve all been there. I’m just glad you’re ok,” he smiles. “Me and my homie Pete were just up here smoking when we seen some dude we know trying to take you back to his room. I could tell you were wrecked. Fuck, you where barely conscious. I tried to tell him how wrong that was but he wouldn’t listen so I knocked him the fuck out. I didn’t know where your dorm was or if you came to the party with anyone and I wanted to make sure you had a safe place to sleep it off.”
“ Thank you. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions,” you apologize.
“Nah I completely understand,” he accepts your apology. ‘That’s why I wanted to be here when you woke up, I figured you might be a little confused.”
“More than a little,” you let out a small laugh.
Colson cracks a smile, then heads to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his athletic shorts. “Here, tell you what,” he says, tossing the shorts on the bed. “ Imma head out there —” he points to the door. Let you get dressed and I’ll drive you back to your dorm. Cool?”
“Cool,” you answer with a thumbs up and a smile as he steps out the room, closing the door behind him.
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“Seriously, thank you so much,” you say when he pulls up to your dorm.”What can I do for you? I feel like I can’t thank you enough.”
“Nothing. Any respectable man would have done the same thing,” he says.”I can only hope that one day if god forbid my daughter even finds herself in that position that someone would do the same for her.”
“Awww, you have a daughter?”
“Yeah,” he smiles like a proud father, lifting his backside from the drivers seat to pull out his wallet. “Her name’s Casie,” he says opening to her picture.
“She’s beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he says, then tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “She lives with her mom but I still see her all the time.”
“I’m glad. You seem like you’d be a great father.” you smile. “Thanks again,” you add, stepping out of the car.
“Hey, ummm, wait,” he calls out the car window as you walk towards your dorm.
“Yeah?” you turn back to face him.
“Ain’t you in that bitch Mrs. Pearson’s creative writing class with me?”
“Oh yeah,” you thought he looked familiar. “You usually sit up in the back row right?”
“If you mean ‘take a nap in the back row’, then yeah that’s me”, he laughs.
“Well see you bright and early tomorrow then I guess,” you smile.
“Yeah, see ya,” he smiles back before driving off.
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The two of you became quite close after that. Gradually moving your seats closer and closer to be near each other in class and pairing up for projects together. You even got to meet his daughter Casie briefly once before her mom picked her up from their weekend visit. You spent a lot of your free time together.It was amazing how you could do absolutely nothing when you were together yet there was no awkward silence or moments: much like right now where you're both hanging out in your dorm just laying on your bed scrolling aimlessly through your phones.
“Oh my god why are men so stupid?” You blurt out in laughter, showing him a tweet on your phone. “This dude really had the audacity to make a whole ass thread about how to eat pussy but he obviously has no clue what he’s talking about; girls don’t squirt out of their clits!’ No wonder girls never cum and have to fake it. Ya’ll mother fuckers don’t even know where the clit IS, and I’m pretty sure squirting is just something made up by the porn industry cuz that shit never happens in real life.”
“Aye, nah I hope you aint including me in that, cuz lemme tell you, ya boy knows where the clit is! My girls always cum,” he smirks.
“Yeah, okay,” you roll your eyes. “How do you know they’re not faking?”
“Cuz squirting ain’t made up, that shits VERY real! Maybe not every time but it has happened so I know they weren’t faking,” he smiles. “You mean to tell me a guy has never made you cum?
“Uhn uh” you shake your head no.
“And you’ve never squirt... even ..uhh..by yourself...or with whatever toys you chicks use?”
“I mean I’ve cum alone, but never squirt. No,” you admit blushing. You and Colson have never discussed anything sexual with each other before.
“That’s bananas, dawg!” he exclaims, slapping the bed.
The room grows quiet, the silence feeling awkward for the first time in your whole friendship.
“Aye, uh you trust me right?” Colson breaks the silence
“Yeah, of course, with my life!” you exclaim.”Why?”
“Trust me enough to uhmm...show you what I can do?”
“Are--are you saying you wanna — “
“I wanna make you cum,” he blurts out, cutting you off. “If- if you’ll let me that is.”
“I...Uhmm..I..”, you stumble while thinking it over.
“Sorry… uhhh let’s just forget this whole conversation, okay?” he says ashamed, thinking he made you uncomfortable.
“Why not,” you blurt out nonchalantly.
“Wait!, why not, like… like you … you wanna —”
You silently shake your head yes biting your lip.
“Oh shit! For real?” He says in surprise, getting up off the bed. “Uhh, c’mere,” he calls you over to the edge of the bed.
You do as you're told crawling over to the edge, sitting with your legs dangling off the bed. “You know, you don’t gotta go easy with me,” you smirk waiting for him to make his next move.
“Good, I wasn’t planning on it,” he says, immediately flipping you over and yanking your panties off from under your dress.
“Ugh you boys are all the same,” you groan looking back at him assuming he’s just gonna start fucking you from behind. “Haven’t any of you even heard of foreplay?”
“Don’t tell me no one’s ever eaten your pussy from the back before?” he questions, kneeling down behind you.
With both hands he grabs your ass making it jiggle for him before delving his tongue between your folds, his tongue exploring every crevice. You gasp at the sensation and feel his muffled laugh buzz against your core, intensifying your pleasure. Gripping your ass tighter, he alternates between plunging a firm, pointed tongue in and out of your wet slit and assaulting your clit with a series of rapid fire kitten licks. Your legs weaken with each lash of his tongue, your body slowly collapsing against the bed.
“Keep that ass up, girl,” he pauses briefly to say. You try with all your might but it’s no use; Colson has reduced your legs to a pile of jello. Roughly he tosses you onto your back, spreads your thighs open and gets back to work. Keeping his tongue focused on your clit, he slides two fingers deep inside of you, his lengthy digits perfectly pressing against your G spot. “I can feel this pussy tightening around my fingers, I know you're close, right?” He pauses to ask cockily.
All you can manage is to nod, ‘yes’, your bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you look down locking eyes with colson; the fiery passion in them is a stark contrast to their ice blue hue.
Colson quickens the pace of his fingers, the sloshing of your wetness audible as he brings you closer to the edge. Then resting his free hand on your mound he gently pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb exposing the most sensitive part sending your body into convulsions when he rapidly flicks his tongue against it.
“Colson, FUCK!!! ” you scream out in pleasure as the most intense orgasm of your life rips through you. “Oh my god... oh my god,” you chant in pleasure and shock as you realize you’re actually squirting. Colson doesn’t miss a beat continuing to work you through your high, relishing in the mess you're making all over his face and fingers. When you finally stop twitching he removes his fingers and sits up with a smug look. He pulls off his shirt, wipes his glistening face with it, then tosses it on the floor and hurriedly starts undoing his belt.
“You didn’t think I was just gonna stop at one, did you?” He says cockily pulling himself from his boxers. “Awhh, fuck yeah, sooo wet and tight,” he groans as he pushes in, then bringing his hand between your two bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he thrusts.
“Mhmmmhhmm,” you moan, the bundle of nerves still sensitive from your prior orgasm.
“Told ya I could make you feel good,” he teases, his breath ghosting over that one reactive spot on your neck just behind your ear, causing you to let out a little squeak. “You like that?” He laughs, nipping at the same spot while his hips roll in like the tide, crashing repeatedly against the shore of your pelvis. He nips and kisses along your jawline making his way to your mouth, harshly tugging your bottom lip with a groan. Your tongue reaches out, searching for him as he pulls back.
“Fucking tease,” you whimper.
“That desperate to taste yourself on me?” He chaffs.
To be honest you’re desperate for everything he’s giving you right now; you’re body has never felt such pleasure. So when he offers his mouth back to you, you happily welcome the tart taste of yourself still present on his ravenous tongue. Your mouths move in a hungry rhythm, following suit with your hips. Your breaths and moans echo each others, increasing in speed and volume as climax nears. He can tell you’re so so close and he knows just how to get you there. He grabs your legs pulling you flush against him and throws your legs over his shoulder, keeping your thighs pinned to his chest with both arms as continues to pound you.
“Mhmmm… Yeah, Yeah, Fuck me! Fuck me!” you whine needily clawing at the sheets as you enjoy his cock from a whole new angle, slamming into your g-spot at the perfect tempo. It’s just a few more thrusts until he has you completely undone, cumming for the second time today.
“Jesus Christ, Colson” you moan breathily as you ride it out.
‘Ughggg,” he grunts loudly, quickly pulling out, your legs falling to hips as he finishes on your stomach.
“Can’t believe you were out here talkin’ ‘bout men don’t know where the clit is and no man ever made you cum,” he says mockingly after he catches his breath. “Nah, girl, you just been fucking with some losers. Gotta get you a real man like me.”
“Well looks like I got myself one now,” you smirk. “ because we will definitely be doing that again!”
“Awhhh shiiiit,” he says loudly, his hand covering his smile. “ Got you addicted to this dick already, huh?” He teases.
“Shut up,Colson-,” you laugh, chucking a pillow at him “- and go get me something to clean off my stomach.”
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The Marriage Project (4)
Hi everyone! Sorry this came late! I was soooo busy this week that I had to push this chapter back but I’m hoping to drop chapter 5 on Friday next week like normal. As listed in the warnings, this chapter has some heavier topics than the other 3 but the scene is relatively mild and not too descriptive.
Story Masterlist
Word Count: 2808
Warnings: Mentions of verbal s*exual harassment, mentions of fighting/injury, strong language, angst
% approximately the last weekend in September %
You sat at the back of the team bus on the way to the hotel, since the tournament was all day Saturday. You shared a row with Julia and was working on some calculus homework and listening to music while she talked to someone across the aisle.
When you finished, you took out your headphones and looked over at her. She was now playing on her phone.
“Hey, do you wanna bunk together tonight? I don’t feel like sharing a bed with Emily this week.” you whispered, making sure the freshman sitting a few rows up couldn’t hear you.
“Yeah sure. I was actually gonna ask you the same anyways.”
You were one of only two seniors on the team, so you and the other senior, Anna, were asked to split up and chaperone the girls whose parents weren’t coming to the tournament. Both of your rooms had three other people.
Once the team got checked into the hotel, you all went to dinner at a nearby chain restaurant where you, Julia, Anna, and a few other girls sat at a table together joking around.
After dinner, the team headed back to the hotel and were allowed to either hang in the lobby or your rooms, so long as you weren’t disruptive and stayed in pairs. You stayed in the lobby for a while but decided to go prepare for bed around 10.
Julia tagged along as your buddy, not saying much as you rode the elevator up.
After changing and brushing your teeth, you sat at one corner of the bed looking into a wall-mounted mirror as you combed your hair to pull it into a braid. Julia had been watching the TV when she piped up.
“Hey, y/n?”
“Yeah?” you didn’t look back at her.
“What’s going on between you and Tom?”
You paused mid-braid, then continued.
“What do you mean?” your brows furrowed as you finished off the braid, wrapping the end with a hair tie.
“It’s just… you guys have seemed super close lately, and Sam said you’re at their house pretty much every weekend now. I thought you guys hated each other or something.”
You turned your body to look at her.
“Uhhhh we definitely still hate each other. We’re just partnered up for this semester-long marriage project in home ec. It’s whatever.”
“Oh. Okay then. It just seemed like something else I guess.”
Something else?
“Wait, what are you trying to say? Do you think we’re, like, dating or something?”
“Well you guys go to almost every one of each other’s games. And Sam said their mom loves you so it just seemed like… I don’t know.”
“Whoever thinks we more than hate each other is wrong. Just the idea of him and I together grosses me out so much. Once this semester is over, he and I probably won’t speak to each other again until the day I’m chosen valedictorian over him.”
“Okay, well, I’ll let Sam kn-”
She was cut off by the sound of the door opening as the two freshman girls who were taking the other bed came in giggling.
Glad to finally be out of that conversation.
After a few more random conversations, you all decided to go to bed and rest up for the tournament early the next morning.
It’s when you rolled over onto your side to face the wall that thoughts of your conversation with Julia began racing. Did people really think something other than a fake marriage was going on with Tom?
Exhaustion got the best of you before you could dwell on it further.
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You sat in calculus Monday morning listening to the announcements. Your name and a couple others were listed off from the winning sports. The team had won, and you’d gotten tournament MVP.
The class congratulated you, so you jokingly did a royal wave around the room, stopping to look at Tom.
“That’s how it’s done. You guys may have won too, but I think I beat you out this time.”
“Yeah, good job.”
What. Why was he congratulating you?
“Uhhh. You don’t have anything else to say? No insult, no witty clapback? Who are you and what have you done to the Tom Holland I know and hate?”
He shrugged.
“I just don’t have anything negative to say. I mean, you got MVP and the team won. That’s pretty impressive.”
Now you knew something was up. In all your years of knowing Tom, he’d never been this nice. Sure, he’d sometimes say “nice shot!” when you scored more than one goal in soccer but he usually was able to find a way to pick on you at the same time.
You were working on a new sewing project in home ec later, sharing what happened with Alexis.
“Maybe he’s just not feeling well or something? He probably just couldn’t think up something fast enough,” she suggested.
“You don’t get it, Lex. It was so not like him. After Thursday, and what Julia said Friday night, something weird is going on, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.”
Wondering if anything was out of the ordinary with him now, you looked over to where he was, only to find him looking back at you.
Weird.
In senior art that afternoon, you worked on an acrylic beach landscape you’d been doing with a palette knife.
You were listening to music and intently focused when you felt a presence loom over you and noticed a hand resting on either side of you.
You ripped out an earbud and turned to see Tom leaning over your seated position, looking at your artwork.
“What the- Tom! What in the hell are you doing?” you pushed him off you and he stepped next to your chair, arms folded over his chest.
“Just looking to see how you were doing, princess. I think it needs a sailboat.”
“Okay first of all I’m not even done but like… why were you leaning over me like that? I was kinda in my zone there.”
He uncrossed his arms and pointed one had around the canvas.
“Well I was mostly coming over to say you had a little something right,” he poked a finger from his other hand onto your nose, leaving a dot of paint, “there.”
“Thomas Holland. If you don’t get the hell away from me and my artwork right this second I will literally beat you up in front of this entire class. You know it’s true too.” you threatened through grinding teeth.
“Are we having a problem over here?” your art teacher interjected, causing you to both look at her. You pointed at your nose.
“Mr. Holland here doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.”
“Tom. You know how I feel about messing around with art supplies. Now go sit down, you still have a lot to go on your own painting.”
He sighed and headed back to his seat.
“Y/n, why don’t you go wash that off real quick. I’ll keep an eye on your canvas for you.”
You got up, brushing past Tom. First, he’d been super nice this morning, and now he was putting paint on your nose like a little kid?
It was infuriating to think about.
Wednesday, it was like he was even worse.
He flipped between being the nicest guy ever to trying to humiliate you every chance he got.
The final straw was during your free period when you’d typically have volleyball practice (it was a game day). You’d walked by some of the football team who were practicing on the field and some players tried to catcall you, yelling disgusting sexist comments and whistling. Instead of sticking up for you, Tom just looked at you sheepishly as they laughed.
You just stuck up a middle finger and kept walking, as you were running errands for your volleyball coach and didn’t want to be too long.
After school, you stormed out of the school building and caught sight of him leaning against his car talking to a few of the guys from before as his brothers stood around nearby.
When you were about 20 feet away when you yelled out at him.
“Hey Tom! What the hell?”
His conversation paused and he turned to you. The other guys laughed and waved him bye as you approached.
“I’m sorry, but what?” he asked when you reached his car. You tossed your volleyball bag onto the asphalt.
“What is wrong with you? First you’re super nice to me, then I catch you staring at me in class and then the whole paint thing, and that was just Monday. Then today you flip from nice to asshole, and just sit idly by when your friends fucking harass me!?”
“I was just messing around like we always do! And come on, it was just a whistle and a couple jokes, y/n.”
“That’s the thing! It’s not just a whistle or a joke! Call it that when you read the countless stories of women who are attacked for simply ignoring a guy or trying to stand up for herself! I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO BEG YOU AND EVERY OTHER MAN FOR SOME SIMPLE RESPECT!” you were yelling and breathing hard. “I guess I thought that after the past few weeks we had come to some kind of an understanding, but apparently I was wrong. You’re still the biggest asshole I know.”
“Y/n, please. You know I would never do anything to actually harm you, right? I’ll talk to the guys and figure it out. I mean, what else do you want me to do?”
“Maybe we should get a ‘divorce’ on this stupid project. It’s obviously not working out,” you spat.
“I- okay.”
You were taken aback. Did he really just agree?
“Okay? That’s all you have to say? You really want to go through with it?”
“Well, if it’s what you feel is best, I’m not going to stop you from talking to Mrs. Flynn.”
“Okay, then. I’ll see what she wants us to do.” you said, much more calmly.
With that, you picked up your bag and walked off, wanting to cool down before your game.
“Damn, Tom. That’s rough,” Harry said once you were out of earshot.
“Yeah, dude. You should’ve stood up for her. That’s not cool,” Sam added.
Tom hung his head for a minute, not sure what to think, then straightened up, shaking it angrily.
“You’re right. She’s right. I need to find those guys.”
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Things had cooled down for you by the time you’d eaten a snack and hung out with some of the team for a little bit. You didn’t tell anyone what had happened, but by the way Julia kept looking at you, you figured Sam had told her.
An hour before game time, you went to go put on your kneepads and volleyball shoes. As you passed through the gym, Julia hopped up from her seat next to her boyfriend and rushed up to you.
“Whatever Sam said, I’m over it now. I’m just going to channel it into the game” you told her before she could get a word out.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Sam said you seemed pretty shaken up.”
“Look, jules, I know you’re trying to help, but now isn’t the time. I just need to focus on one thing at a time, okay? Let’s just win this and then maybe later we can talk.”
You sped up past her to where the group was in a circle, already doing stretches. You felt bad for blowing her off, but you had other things to worry about.
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Your team lost the first set for the first time all season. You just couldn’t get your head in the game. You had fumbled a few sets and sent your hand into the net while hitting not once, but twice. You’d even sent a serve straight back to the wall on the other side of the gym.
You were now sitting on the bench listening to your coach yell at you, taking it all in. You were looking at her directly when a figure coming through the door caught your eye. It was Tom.
You tried to pay attention to coach, but the second she turned her attention to someone else, you glanced at him sitting by his brother.
His lip was split and he caressed one hand in the other. His hair was also all over the place and one cheek swelled slightly.
Did he get into a fight?
Even though you were still mad, something inside you appreciated his presence. You also felt concerned, but obviously couldn’t do anything about it from the bench.
You instead decided to do what you knew best, which was win. The team came back in the end and did just that. A few people were congratulating you when you saw Tom and Sam leave the gym.
“Uh, sorry guys but I need to go do something. See y’all tomorrow though!”
You jogged into the hall, frantically looking both ways before seeing them.
“Wait! Tom!” you called, running to catch up with them. They stopped, Tom not making eye contact with you when he turned as Sam watched cautiously.
He looked worse up close.
Where his cheek had only seemed swollen before, now there was a blue and purple bruise beginning to form, surrounded by pink inflamed tissue. His bottom lip also was red and puffy around the split, and when you glanced at his hands you noticed the darker bruises on each knuckle.
“Tom…” you said softly, scanning him. “Are you okay?”
“What does it matter to you? We hate each other don’t we?”
Sam took that as his cue to go back to the gym, you assumed to find Julia.
You let out a sigh and looked away.
“I don’t ‘hate you’ hate you. Yeah I hate when you’re better than me at something or you’re acting like a douchebag, but I don’t, like, want you dead or anything. I mean, you know that, right?”
You searched his face for a sign that he was getting you. After a few seconds of him staring at the ground nervously tapping his foot, he replied.
“Well I don’t hate you either! Yeah, you can have an ego and it gets on my nerves, but I’ve always thought we had just a playful hate-love thing. Like… I don’t know... Doofensmirtz and Perry the Platypus.”
You let out a chuckle at that one.
“That… actually. Yeah. That pretty much sums it up. I never actually wanted to hurt you, and I’m sorry that I did but what you did today was so not cool, man. I thought we at least tried to look out for each other a little bit. That stuff hurts. A lot. Because being a woman means I don’t know when it might cost me more than just being the butt of a joke.”
“I realize that now, and I’m so sorry for trying to trivialize you. I didn’t really think about it in the moment because it’s never affected me. I might be in trouble tomorrow because of it, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“After you left, I was so mad at myself. I marched straight over to the guys, who were then trying to laugh about you coming to talk to me, and I just… swung right on Harrison. He’s the first guy that whistled.”
“Tom…”
“And then I may have gone after the other two while I was at it. They tried to fight back, which is why my face looks like this, and I just went nuts. They gave up after realizing I wasn’t gonna back down.”
You tried to hold back tears. You always knew in the back of your mind that Tom cared a little bit, but not like this. One slipped out onto your cheek.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you whispered, trying to keep a steady voice. He reached out and brushed his thumb over your tear.
“Yes I did. Who else was going to teach those dickheads, huh? Obviously no one else in their lives have cared to.”
“Well thank you. It means a lot… and I didn’t go talk to Mrs. Flynn after our little spat outside. I wouldn’t mind staying as your ‘bride,’ if you’ll have me.”
He looked at you skeptically for a few seconds then smiled.
“Yeah, alright,” he pulled his necklace from his shirt. “Who else would rub icy hot on my back and make pie with my mom?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me of the first one,” you laughed.
After a few seconds, you held out your arms.
“We good?”
He grinned, taking your offer for a hug and wrapping his own arms around you.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Like I’ve mentioned in the past, this will not be the last of heavy topics and some future scenes will actually be more descriptive, but I will make it explicitly clear where those scene are so you can have discretion. Love you all so much!
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#The Marriage Project#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland imagine#Harry Holland#sam holland#tom holland x y/n#tom holland au
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#FindEmmaSwanAFriend
Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU
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also on ff.net and ao3
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Tagging: @katie-dub , @wholockgal , @kat2609 , @whovianlunatic, @optomisticgirl, @ladyciaramiggles, @the-lady-of-misthaven, @emmaswanchoosesyou, @ilovemesomekillianjones, @biancaros3, @cigarettes-and-scotch-whisky, @ms-babs-gordon @ab-normality, @andiirivera, @fangirl-till-it-hurts, @onceuponaprincessworld , @natascha-remi-ronin, @kiwistreetswan and whoever else asks me.
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A/N: Part 2 of 2. Surprise, bitch. Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me!
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Killian
How do you feel about improv? ES
Trepidatious. KJ
What if I told you some random just gave me last minute tickets to a Jane Austen inspired improv drag show, and I have a spare? ES
Curiosity alone compels me to say yes. Pleasance? KJ
George Square. ES
Thank fuck. I forgot my umbrella. KJ
If Killian had any sense, he'd approach the month of August the same way Robin did every year. Which mostly amounted to renting his house out to a troupe of Hungarian acrobats for extortionate sums of money and taking off for the south of France, thus avoiding the whole sorry spectacle.
A privilege reserved for those not living out of their older brother's spare room. Nor stuck writing Fringe reviews for his ailing periodical.
He thought his latest was his best yet.
Do you value your time? Your money? Your life? Then walk, don't run, as far from this act as you can. No one this incompetent should be wielding chainsaws, let alone juggling them. I may have been the only one-handed man at the preview, but with this shambolic spectacle set to run for the rest of the week, I expect I won't be the last. 0 stars.
Liam had accused him of being deliberately cruel, but he hadn't seen the show firsthand. The phrase 'culpable and reckless conduct' came to mind. His review went up online, unchallenged.
To his great surprise, his favourite show so far had been the improv show Emma had dragged him along to. It had all the subtle snark and invariable romance of Austen's classic novels, with the added benefit of Emma nearly passing out from laughing so hard. That alone would have justified his five star review, but the cherry on the cake had been when the man dressed as the elderley Dowager had picked August out from the crowd, and made him part of the act.
Killian generally condemned the casual cruelty of audience participation. Indeed, he lived in constant fear of it at every show he reviewed. But when it came for a certain novelist, he found his views on the matter suddenly rather... fluid.
Try as he might, he couldn't see what Emma saw in the man. What hidden virtues he possessed that had provoked such a ferocious loyalty. Killian wasn't stupid enough to voice such thoughts, of course, but that hadn't stopped him trying to figure it out.
The opportunity to continue this study was surely the only reason he'd opened an unsolicited DM from the man himself, when he should have been watching a Swedish comedy troupe send up classic films in a series of skits.
We have a mutual friend in need. How's your schedule looking uhhh… now?
Killian looked back to the stage. He couldn't be sure, but he thought the red streamers might signify blood. They were either up to Carrie or Jaws.
Trouble? Killian typed back.
Emma. The next message read.
We're in a bar in Leith and things have gotten a little… messy.
Killian checked the time. Barely past one in the afternoon. And fucking Leith? That didn't bode well. But at the same time, his review of the show was supposed to be online within the hour.
With a growing sense of unease, he typed out his reply. Which pub?
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Stepping into The Marksman on Duke Street was not unlike stepping back in time. More precisely, to somewhere smack dab in middle of the Thatcher era, when Leith was a byword for deprivation and whatever comes after heroin chic. It was charmless, grimy and depressing, and Killian might've never understood the appeal until he caught the sign in the window. It opened at 6am.
Trying to avoid the abject stares of the locals, Killian found his quarry sat at the end of the bar on mismatching stools. Emma slumped forward, her face hidden, but August turned around swiftly at his approach, the alarm in his eyes quickly giving way to recognition.
"Oh thank god." August swept off his barstool, his relief so palpable that Killian thought he might hug him. He didn't look well. Thoroughly debauched, if one might say so, and in desperate need of a bath.
"Nice place," Killian remarked drily. "A bit off the beaten path…"
August pinched the bridge of his nose, looking weary. Or… wearier. "It's been a long night. And morning." He glanced back to where Emma sat propped by the bar, apparently still completely unaware of his absence, and drew closer, his voice lowering.
"You know that Graham guy?"
Killian couldn't explain it, but something inside his chest caught. Like flint striking steel. "Aye," he growled, not liking where this was headed.
"Married," August supplied, without preamble. "She didn't know. No one knew. She ran into them holding hands in the Tron. Matching wedding bands. The whole bit. So she threw her beer in his face and called it a day, right? But this morning, no, yesterday morning, the wife showed up. At the apartment. Emma's apartment."
Killian's fist clenched by his side.
"Yeeaah. It got pretty heated. Long story short, it's been a day and a half. I don't even remember how we got here. I'm not sure I even know exactly where here is. I have to be on a train at 4 to King's Cross or my publisher is going to sue my ass. Now, I can trust you? To get her home safely? You look at her like you're half a drink away from belting out Jessie's Girl at any given moment. I didn't imagine that, did I?"
Of all the places to grudgingly admit his feelings, not least in confidence to this man he wasn't sure he even liked, The Marksman was not the venue he would have chosen. And yet.
"There's very little I wouldn't do for that woman."
He was caught by surprise when the man launched forward and kissed him on the cheek, more still when he went back for the other cheek. August grinned enormously, grasping Killian by the shoulders. "Welcome to the family! Please don't fuck it up." And then consulting his phone, "I really need to go."
August made short work of the rest of his goodbyes, pulling Emma into fierce hug from behind, whispering something into her ear as he let her go. Then, with a wink in Killian's direction and a kiss blown at the nearest crusty Leither, he picked up his messenger bag and fled onto the street.
Steeling himself after that prologue, Killian turned back to where Emma sat by the bar, unseeing reddened eyes peeking out from under a tangle of blonde hair. He pulled out August's vacated stool, and took a seat.
"Swan," he began, with an imaginary tip of his cap.
"Jones," she replied, her voice flatter than he'd ever heard it.
"Of all the gin joints…"
She grimaced. Though her frown was so pronounced already, it didn't make much of a change. "We don't talk about the gin."
"At least tell me it was the good stuff."
She tried to smile, but the action seemed to cause her pain. "Don't do that. Don't be nice to me right now."
"Why not? You're not the villain in this story."
A small noise escaped her, half laugh, half sob. "Sure feels like it."
"No, that's the supermarket gin talking. We've talked about this. Nothing good ever came from a clear spirit at 35p a measure."
She sank further forward in her seat, her forehead resting against the bar top. "Don't be cute. Please just leave me alone to die," she mumbled.
He couldn't resist tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, making sure she could see him. "I'm not going to do that. I have a duty of care."
"Why? Because you'd have to find someone else to write a column about?"
"No," he replied levelly. "Because you're my best friend."
That had her lifting her head off the bar, albeit wincing as she did so. "I thought Robin was your best friend?"
He tapped his chin. "No, it's definitely you."
She considered that. Though how much of her internal brain processes had survived the pickling process over the last 24 hours, Killian couldn't be certain.
Of course, it was at that moment their bartender appeared, a middle aged woman with an ill-fitting polo shirt and bright green acrylic nails she drummed against the bar top. "Another top up, hen?" She didn't even glance at Killian.
He put his hand over Emma's glass. "Actually, I'm afraid we're on our way out."
Their server didn't much like that, a hand finding her hip. "Well that's up for the lass to decide, no?"
"It's okay, Tracy," Emma said, managing a consoling smile. "He's a friend. Are we all settled up?"
"We are." She gave Killian a cool once over. "Friend, you say? Mind you keep it that way. Looks like nothing but trouble to me. And you still raw after the last one. Liars and cheats, the lot of them."
Killian thought to take offence, but Emma already had him by the arm, pulling him off his stool. "Thanks, Tracy. Can you call me a cab?"
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Getting her into the cab took some doing, not least because she had to pause twice to throw up in the gutter, and the first guy had driven off. Fair play to him. Thankfully by the time the second cab arrived Emma's stomach had settled, and she spent the drive curled harmlessly against Killian's side.
"Your lassie alright?" the cabbie asked, as Killian half lifted, half dragged her from the backseat out onto the gravel driveway. "You need a hand?"
It was a testament to how preoccupied he was that Killian didn't even stop to consider that might've been a crack about his prosthetic until Emma was already inside and passed out on his bed.
He texted Elsa first. A simple heads up.
There's an unconscious woman in the house. Don't freak out. KJ
It went about as well as you'd expect.
At least he had sisterly back up when he broke the news to Liam that he wasn't getting his review.
Needless to say, by the time Emma raised her groggy head from his pillow, the house was no longer silent, and it was no longer still. Elsa had insisted on rushing home, and boyish shrieks permeated the air, punctuated by the usual crashing and banging.
Killian sat in his one armchair, an ugly monstrosity of purple velvet which had been forbidden from the rest of the house, sipping his tea as she came awake. It took some time. One eyelid slithered open. Then the other. Never both at the same time.
"Do I want to know why someone is screaming in the next room?" Her voice was scratchy, and he motioned towards the glass of water by the bedside.
"Nephews," Killian said by way of explanation, as she crawled forward to grasp the glass in both hands, shaking with the effort.
She took a long draught, surveying her surroundings. He wondered how much she remembered from the last two days, if anything. If she even remembered his arrival at The Marksman, or August's leaving. She examined the ornate cornices, and floating beams. The collection of spent paperbacks stacked by the bed and the shabby, unmatched furniture.
"Your house. Your room?"
"My room," he confirmed. "We have guest rooms, but they're upstairs. And quite frankly, just getting you this far was nightmare enough. You're heavier than you look."
He earned a pillow to the face for that remark. It still smelled of her, which in her current state, wasn't much of a testimonial.
"Shower?" he ventured.
"Please," she said, rolling over until she could place both feet on the floor.
"Second door on the right. Elsa left some things out. Towels. Fancy shampoo. Paracetamol," he added with a waggle of his eyebrows. "Should be a set of clothes too."
She cringed. "Elsa knows I'm here?"
"Sorry. It's a new house rule of theirs. Radical honesty. Elsa knows you're having a rough time of it, and are convalescing. But that is the extent of her knowledge. Whether that remains the case, is entirely up to you."
"Right."
"Oh," he said, smacking his forehead. He scrabbled around on top of his dresser, before presenting her with a wooden triangle.
She took it automatically, seeming annoyed at herself for doing so. "Uh, thanks?"
"The bathroom door doesn't have a lock on it. Best wedge it under the door. Trust me when I say, you don't want Lachie walking in on you in the altogether. It's stressful for all involved."
"Good tip," she said, with a ghost of a smile.
She edged past him awkwardly to the door, her bare feet silent on the carpet. She'd already slipped into the hallway when her head appeared back around the door.
"Killian?"
"Aye?"
"I'm horrendously hungover so you probably can't tell, but I appreciate, uh…" she waved the wedge around vaguely. "All this."
"Swan?"
"Yeah?"
"I mean this in the nicest possible way, but please do shut up," he said with a wink. "Also, you're taking me out for pancakes after, so don't be too long."
Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, am I just?"
"You are indeed. Best thing for a gin hangover, in my limited experience. And it was very generous of you to offer."
"Very generous," she agreed, dubiously. "And Killian?
"Aye?"
"You're so full of shit. But... I do love pancakes. And one more thing?"
"Hmm?"
She kicked a toe into the carpet, eyes evasive. "You're sort of my best friend, too." Then she disappeared back behind the door, leaving Killian slack jawed.
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He'd nearly finished two chapters of his book by the time Emma returned from her trip to the bathroom, shower soft and minty fresh.
"Better?" he asked, putting the novel aside.
"Much," she agreed. "Though full disclosure, I think I just used a $300 tube of lotion, and I kinda smell like a baby Porsche."
"The very best kind of Porsche," Killian assured her, offering her his prosthetic to take. "They're terrors once they hit the teenage years. Shall we?"
They crossed Bruntsfield Links just after sunset, the sky still streaked with pink and orange. He'd always loved summers in Scotland, that neverending twilight. It almost made shivering through six months of winter worthwhile. He was so busy admiring the scene, he nearly missed it when Emma detached herself from his arm, stopping in her tracks.
"Emma?"
She was standing entirely still, her eyes shut.
"Are you alright, love?"
Her eyes flickered open, almost surprised to see him still standing there. "Sorry, just… cataloguing."
"Cataloguing," Killian repeated, deadpan.
"Yeah, smartass," she said, walking forward to loop her arm under his again. "Cataloguing. Sometimes I forget, but this-" she indicated the kaleidoscope sky, the green-gold expanse of grass disappearing into the distant smudge that was Arthur's Seat, the group of laughing teenagers nearby trying to finish their mini golf game before they lost the light, "-Sometimes I still have to pinch myself."
She didn't elaborate, and Killian found himself oddly lost for words. He just reached over to squeeze her hand, and led her back towards the city lights.
For the time of year, they got lucky. The line was short, and it wasn't long before they were led to a red vinyl booth, complete with its very own mini jukebox. They both stared at it for a good minute before Emma fished a spare pound out of her pocket, and dropped it onto the table between them. "Your call. I'm going to the bathroom. Anything but Don't Stop Believin'."
Lord help him, but he thought he might love her.
He settled for a less foreboding tune, which morphed into another, then another, before he was fishing out his own coins to keep the party going. If he didn't know her any better, he might've thought she'd done a runner on him. Fortunately, he did know her better. Or at least, he was starting to.
She came back just in time for the guitar solo in The Chain, her I'm-bearing-up smile indicating she was doing nothing of the sort.
"Ruby texted," she explained, taking her seat opposite him. "About twenty times. She wouldn't stop until I FaceTimed her. I miss anything?"
"Just side one of Rumours. And your drink order." He indicated the glass of fizzy orange liquid in front of her.
She wrinkled her nose. "Fanta?"
"Irn-Bru. Best hangover cure there is."
She cast him a doubtful look.
"I'm serious. There's been studies."
"Oh well, if there's been studies." She slid the glass minutely closer, but didn't partake. Instead she watched as Killian lifted his own glass, and made a face.
He lowered his glass. "What?"
"Nothing. Just thinking about how I'm never drinking again. I didn't even know they served beer here."
"They do, but this is Dry Ginger."
She raised an eyebrow. "Ginger ale? You?"
Killian shrugged. "It's something I'm trying. Like a cleanse. But instead of drinking juice and doing yoga, I drink post-mix dry ginger and be less of a twat."
"Sobriety." Emma slapped her hand against the table. "I wish I'd thought of that. But I've barely seen you, when did you decide this?"
"Roughly…" he counted back the days, "43 days ago." When I thought I'd lost your friendship forever. But he didn't have to say it. From the look on her face, she already knew the significance.
"Huh." Emma sat back in her seat, absorbing that. But if she was planning on expanding on that thought, she was saved by the arrival of their waitress, who was all too eager to expound on the daily specials.
By the time they were alone again, Emma had cracked and was halfway through her Irn-Bru.
"I mean, it's not repellent…" she offered, by way of grudging approval.
"Trust me, it works." And then because he felt like they'd danced around it long enough, "So do you want to talk about it?"
She set down her glass, letting her fingers trace along the edge of the table top. "Nope. But somehow I feel like we're going to anyway."
"It was only about eight hours ago you wanted me to leave you to die in Leith's most depressing pub. I feel like it warrants at least a conversation."
She grimaced at the memory. Or perhaps where the memories ought to have been. It was hard for him to be sure.
"I fell in love with a married woman once. If you're worried about my judgement, you needn't be."
He wasn't quite sure where it had come from. This sudden urge to talk about Milah. But it was how they'd always operated, wasn't it? If he wanted Emma to take down her walls, he had to offer up a few bricks from his own. Well, this was more of a boulder, really, but at least he had her attention.
She snorted. "I wasn't in love with Graham."
"So what's the problem?"
"Because," she reasoned, tears springing into her eyes. "It's just so fucking mortifying. To be played for a fool, again. I thought I was smarter than that. I thought I could just, I don't know, flirt with a cute, intelligent guy and feel good about myself for five fucking seconds without it ending with his wife beating down my door demanding to know if I'd fucked her husband!"
She'd gotten a little loud towards the end there, with more than a few wary eyes glancing their way. Killian quickly stood up, and made his way over to her side of the booth, slipping in beside her. It was a tight fit, but it did succeed in sheltering her from most of the stares.
"Alright, so he's a tosser."
Another snort.
"Liam's bookie knows a guy. I could make a few calls?"
She shot him a sideways glance. "Don't tempt me right now. I just feel so stupid. But like, in an angry way."
"You're not stupid for being taken in by him. It's not a weakness to want to see the best in people, Emma. In fact, considering how many people in your life have disappointed you, myself included, I'd say it's pretty bloody brave."
Emma shook her head. "Is it though? I saw red flags. Even from the start he was kind of flaky. I wasn't even sure if I really liked him. It just appealed to my vanity, that he seemed to like me. So don't I deserve this? Just a little?"
"No." Killian wasn't sure where the vehemence came from, but he could feel it, welling up. "No, you don't deserve to be lied to, and dragged into the middle of someone else's messed up marriage without your knowledge or consent. No, you don't deserve being made to feel like the side-piece. You're not the side-piece. You're the heroine. And he's just a fucking wanker. What you deserve..." He looked up to see their server approaching the table, platters piled high with maple syrup topped goodness. He shot Emma a smile. "What you deserve, is pancakes."
***
It would've been remiss of him not to foot the bill, after his earlier declaration about her deserving pancakes, so there'd been a little bit of an argument about that as they wended their way down Clerk Street in the growing darkness. That Emma could argue about not paying for the pancakes he'd goaded her into in the first place, was a testament to the healing powers of Irn-Bru and a triple stack. No truly hungover person would have committed to such a futile battle.
But when they arrived at the beginning of her street, Emma stopped arguing and grabbed a hold of Killian's arm, pulling him up short.
She was shaking her hands out, like she was fighting off an attack of nerves, and Killian was instantly on the defensive. "Swan?"
She stopped when he said her name, plastering on what seemed to him a rather brittle smile. "Hey. Sorry. I'm just wondering, would you do me a favour?"
He had to chuckle at that. "Swan, if the last twelve hours have proven anything, it's that yes, I am available for favours. Unless of course they involve you paying me back for the pancakes. Because I'm afraid I'm rather immovable on that front."
"Great. So umm… Ruby has this theory."
"Ruby has a theory?" he repeated, hoping at some point, things would start making sense. "What manner of… theory?"
"Oh, god this is so stupid," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm just going to say it. I'm just going to come right out and say it: I want you to kiss me."
Something very violent was happening inside Killian's chest, a feeling which was neither happiness, nor disappointment, but a crushing combination of the two. He felt hot and cold. He felt light-headed.
"You want-" he started.
Emma's eyes were screwed shut, as if bracing for a blow. Or in this case, the fallout. She already had regrets. And more than that, it had been Ruby's idea. But why would Ruby…?
Of course.
The best way to get over a man, was to get under a new one. Wasn't that the old adage?
It wasn't about him. It wasn't about them.
No, she'd been clear. I want you to kiss me. She'd chosen him. She trusted him to be the one to soothe her wounded pride. Maybe she'd hoped it would be him. Maybe he was just the most convenient option. In any case, the wondering would certainly kill him.
But not as much as going through with it.
He reached out and took her hand, waiting until she opened her eyes. By Christ, people weren't supposed to look so beautiful by yellow street light. It wasn't scientific. And yet.
"No."
Now it was her turn to look like someone had punched her in the stomach.
"Oh." She made to release her hand from his, but he held firm. In fact, he pulled her closer, just a little.
"No, I'm not going to kiss your bruised pride back into place. Because I promise you, it's going to heal just fine on its own. You don't need a kiss from me or anyone to remind you what you're worth. You never have. It's one of my favourite things about you. Understand?"
Her reply was a little choked up when it came. "Got it."
She gravitated closer, her eyes shining, and he felt like he was losing his mind. He was certainly losing his nerve. He settled instead for raising her hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss across her knuckles.
"That's one for the road."
He released her then, though nearly every part of his was screaming at him to do the opposite. Thankfully, she looked just as shaken as he felt. He nearly twisted his ankle in a gutter trying to put a little distance between them. And then he had one perfect surge of stupid confidence, and turned back to face her. She was still standing under the streetlight where he'd left her, looking oddly incomplete.
"Will you do me a favour, Swan?" he called out.
She held up her hands in a helpless shrug. "Sure."
"When the time is right, ask me again."
Then with his heart hammering a million miles a minute, he turned away and slipped into the adjoining street, and back into the night.
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366 Days Reblog Challenge April 2020
Another month is already over and in these messed up times I’m even more grateful for all the amazing work by these amazingly talented writers! So without much more rambling here are the fics that i’ve read and reblogged for @beccaanne814‘s 366 Days Reblog Challenge. And thanks again to @beccaanne814 for the wonderful banners!
Happy reading!
01. Patching up by @petals-sunwards
Clint Barton x Reader
Warnings: mentions of blood and injury, a little angst and fluff
Prompt: Can you go a single day without accidentally hurting yourself?
02. A Good Suit by @portals-to-a-new-world
Leonard McCoy x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!, Some language, Mentions of being tied up, Oral (male receiving), uhhh I think that’s it tho
What? I have to give a massive massive shoutout to @bakerstreethound for the idea: {So have a later night party at the enterprise (can be for Kirk’s birthday, but let’s say you and Kirk are on bad terms so you don’t go to the party) you stay in your room tussling with your body pillow to make up for Bones absence. You wake up to find him sitting on your bed wearing the suit he went to Kirk’s party in.} Love, you’ve absolutely slaughtered me in this process but oml was it worth it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3
03. A Bad Boy by @portals-to-a-new-world
Leonard McCoy x Reader
Warnings: Listen. We all know I’m a slut for suits. So you can bet your ass this is as smutty as all hell. That being said, semi public almost smut, language, being tied up, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), oral (male receiving), mild choking, dom!reader, listen it’s straight filth kay? Kay.
What?: Bones doesn’t want to go to a random 1920s themed party, so Y/n offers him a challenge. Smut ensues. (Sequel to A Good Suit.)
04. One Night In Vegas by @avengerscompound
Tony Stark x F!Reader
Warning: Talk of sex, aftermath of drinking and drug use
Summary: You wake up in a Vegas suite with Tony Stark wearing the biggest diamond ring you’ve seen in your life. The two of you then try and piece the night together
05. Your Prince, My King by @official-and-unstable-satan
Loki x Reader
Warnings: Dominant Loki. Language. Mentions of insecurities and mental health. Degradation and praise. Bondage? SEX Oral (Male and female receiving) and ACTUAL SEX ETA: Orgasm denial/delay (cause that’s apparently a warning? Didn’t know. Sorry)
Odin in general. Loki. Reader being snarky and short tempered. Insecurities. Mentions of trauma. Language, probably. Bad writing? Idk what to put here, really. I’m bad at this. Smut. Mentions of smut. Actual filth. Out of character characters, probably. One day I’ll stop apologizing for my writing. I’m working on it.
06. Surprise by @mermaidxatxheart
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Swearing. If you think I missed anything, please let me know.
Summary: You try to get away with something, but Bucky catches you in the act.
07. drive-through by @evanstarff
(i must have missed something here beause i can’t get to this fic anymore. @evanstarff seems to be gone. I’ll still leave the fic here, in case anyone knows if @evanstarff maybe has a new blog or something, please let me know!)
08. Scabulous by @avengerscompound
Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of past injuries, poor feelings about body image, scars
Synopsis: Bucky is unwilling to undress in front of you because he hates his scars. Turn out he isn’t the only one with scars.
09. Skin Contact by @avengerscompound
Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Series Warnings: Angst, smut (hand jobs, vaginal sex, fingering), PTSD, mentions of past torture. Superpowered Reader.
Synopsis: While on the run in Romania you come across a man who has a past very similar to your own. When the people pursuing him track him down, you assume you will never see him again.
10. Mind Control by @avengerscompound
Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Series Warnings: Angst, smut (vaginal sex, oral sex), PTSD, mentions of past torture. Superpowered Reader.
Synopsis: While on the run in Romania you come across a man who has a past very similar to your own. When the people pursuing him track him down, you assume you will never see him again.
11. CRUSH by @petals-sunwards
Clint Barton x Reader
Warnings: none, pure fluff and kisses
Written for @stuckonjbbarnes‘s 250 Writing challenge. My prompt was ‘You know, I’m really good at telling who has crushes on who‘ and I had a blast writing it.
12. An Exquisite Kind of Pain by @redgillan
Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: read it and you’ll see
Summary: Steve’s in love and that’s the problem.
The five times Bucky saved you…
…and the one time you saved him
by @buckysknifecollection
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Series warnings: some mild swearing, mention of dangerous situations, death mention, injuries, mentions of men objectifying women; other than that - toothrotting fluff.
Summary: You have a special bond with Bucky. He’s more than your best friend, your partner in missions, the person you care most about. He often saved you from uncomfortable situations, always ready to protect you, but sometimes, you are the one who did the saving. A series of drabbles.
13. Part 1
14. Part 2
15. Part 3
16. Part 4
17. Part 5
18. Part 6
19. Ink on his heart by @bitsandbobsandstuff
Bucky Barnes x TattooArtist!Reader
Warnings: Tattoo experiences, a couple stories about war. Some swearing. Mostly lots of feels and fluff.
Summary: Here’s how Bucky Barnes got a haircut and then decided it was about damn time he controlled his own destiny - starting with a bit of ink.
20. Friends in Training by @until-theend-oftheline
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Sam and Bucky are giant children
A/N: This is a drabble request written for @jewels2876 : How about this with Sam and Bucky? “Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?” “I don’t know, probably both?"
21. Right Where You Are, That’s Where I Am by @corneliabarnes
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Angst, allusions to violence and PTSD, fluffy ending
22. Looking Up by @avengerscompound
Clint Barton x Reader (kinda)
Warnings: action, canon-typical violence, Clint’s naked and a very proud boyfriend.
Synopsis: Clint’s day was looking up. His girlfriend slept over for the first time. He’s pretty sure she’s a Jedi. He was having a nice bath. So how is it he’s now running down the street naked from gunmen?
23. Distant Connection by @abovethesmokestacks
A Bucky x Reader drabble series based on this post
Summary: You happen to be in the office when the email is sent out, you get Trip from IT to help you set up the VPN you need to be able to access company systems from home, you rifle through all of your folders and then just dump all of them in a box. It’s a surreal feeling because you are essentially cleaning out your office. As if you’re losing your job. This will be fine. You send an email to your project collaborator, someone named Barnes, suggesting a first video conference call on Monday before you log off.
This is fine.
Chapter 1: This Is Fine
Chapter 2: Introvert Olympics
Chapter 3: Business As Casual
Chapter 4: Jeremy Bearimy
Chapter 5: Toilet Paper Confessionals
Chapter 6: Netflix And I Have No Chill
Chapter 7: Social Dumbassing
24. Assemble: Bucky Barnes by @official-and-unstable-satan
Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Language, Bucky struggling a little with the whole idea. I think that’s it.
Summary: James Barnes remembers. He remembers the words. He remembers their meanings. He remembers what they made him do and he fears them. Even after he was ‘fixed’ by Shuri, he feared them. So, someone suggested he learn to love the words by associating the ways they could help him instead of hurt him.
25. Request for the “Until We Meet Again Series” by @sgtjbuccky
Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader
Warnings: a little swearing,
Request: Omggg I have a idea for “until we meet again What if the reader loses her memory and goes to the Avengers because that’s the last place you remember is being, and then like they tell her about herself and they end up finding the prodigies or sum YASSSSS I LOVE YOUR STORIES 😝
26. Audiobook of Love by @nerdy-bookworm-1998
Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Summary: Steve and Bucky are missing their best girl while on a mission, but she has a special surprise for them.
27. Sore Loser by @squirrel-moose-winchester
Dean Winchester x Reader
Warning: Fluff, Gambling (is hustling money considered gambling?), Some Crack, Dean being Petty.
Summary: Y/N learns a few new tricks and hustles Dean, the king of pool, out of all his money.
28. Best Laid Plans by @suz-123
A Falcon and Winter Soldier TV Fic *obviously this is NOT spoiler heavy as the show has not even been filmed yet*
Warnings: None really, just my usual casual cursing and sassy soldiers.
A/N: So, there was a post on here that went around yesterday about a plot theory as to what Zemo was going to be doing to tear these guys apart in their future TV show. Naturally, I was livid with this stupid idea and, naturally, I used the magic of fanfic to fix a problem that may or may not ever actually see the light of day :D
29. Major Crush by @redgillan
Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Groping
Summary: Laser Tag brings out Steve Rogers’ competitive side and Reader loves it.
30. Count on It by @team-iron-wannabe-man
40’s!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Y/N isn’t too impressed with the Infamous Sergeant James B. Barnes, however Bucky is definitely interested in her.
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That was all the fics I’ve read for the Reblog Challenge in April! A big THANK YOU again to all the writers! This time would be so much more difficult without all your work!
For the readers: if you search my blog for the tag #fic rec you’ll find even more to read!
Stay healthy everyone and lots of love to you all! ❤
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LET ME SEE WHAT YOU HAVE?! || Blanche & Jared
Timing: June 30th
Location: Jared’s Farm
Tagging: @harlowhaunted & @themidnightfarmer
Description: Two days after a fight with Nell. Blacnhe finds out Jared did something a bit drastic.
Triggers: kidnapping tw, torture mention tw
Blanche slid into the fam house, arms full of groceries. Jared was acting weird - understandably. She hadn’t realized that what Nell did at the Ring would contradict completely with what Jared did with his ‘kids’ on the farm. She hoped that, maybe, if she bought groceries, it would coax him into talking to her about it. And maybe, if Jared talked to her about it, she could talk to Nell about it, and then she could make them talk to each other about it. A decent plan. Blanche had just dumped the bags on the island when she heard something rattling in the basement. “Jared?” Blanche called, curiously. “That you? It’s just me! I have food.” More noise. Blanche’s eyebrows furrowed, and she left the kitchen to find where the noises were coming from. Was that from the basement? Blanche had wandered downstairs into the basement, having called Jared’s name a few times with no answer. She wondered if he was ignoring her. Except, just as she turned back to go upstairs, an unfamiliar man appeared in her vision, and the next thing she knew, she kicked him hard between the balls and let out a blood curdling scream.
Jared had made himself scarce in the house. As much as Blanche had told him it was stupid he still felt conflicted about burdening her with an argument she had no part of. He didn’t want to make her living there hard now that Nell was apparently not coming back. He’d grown quiet and withdrawn the last two days, spending a lot more time out in the barn than usual to stay out of her sight -which said a lot considering he loved in his barns almost full time already. That quickly changed when a scream rang out from the house. It startled nearby hedgehounds, who howled in response to the noise. Jared didn’t think twice before he sprinted across the field and into the house, shotgun in hand. His heart in his throat. “Blanche?!” he yelled.
Blanche’s scream echoed in her own ears. The man fell like a sack of potatoes, and Blanche definitely didn’t need to kick him again to make sure he stayed down but she did anyway before bolting back up the basement stairs as fast as she could. She heard Jared call out her name just as she threw the door back open, and she stared at him, loudly, before looking down at his shotgun. “Did you know there’s a man in your basement?!” Blanche asked him incredulously. And then she realized something. THat guy down there… Wasn’t some type of burglar or robber or whatever. Blanche raised a hand to her forehead, looking at Jared. “..... What’cha got down there?”
He should have said something. He definitely should have mentioned it. He just hadn’t quite known how to casually throw into conversation that they may be holding a hostage of sorts? Jared was however relieved enough that she seemed fine other than a little bit of shock, and he lowered the gun and sighed lightly. Sheepishly he turns and placed the shotgun on the kitchen counter before looking back at her. “A guy called Ron?” he tried to sound casual and failed miserably. “He doesn’t quite know how he got down there and he’s not concerned enough to be looking for a way out…. He’s uh….a pretty calm houseguest?”
“.... His name is Ron?” Blanche asked. She folded her arms over her chest, and she stared at him. “A - so he’s - Jared, my guy… My friend… Dude. Are you telling me that we have a hostage in the basement right now? Is that what we’re saying?” Blanche’s hands went to her hips. “Who - why - okay -” Blanche ran a hand down her face, before pushing her hair out of her face. “What exactly is the plan here, Jared? Is there a plan? Please tell me there’s a real plan here. I’m begging you. What - why - I just - What’s the plan with the man, Jared?!”
“We don’t….not have a hostage in the basement?” He was ruining this and he could tell in that moment. “Okay so I really didn’t think it through. This fuck- the guy is the guy who tried to steal one of my kids. I shot him twice….he has no ear, but I’ve patched him up okay. I found him by accident? While Jared was trying to escape he ran into the patch of stray sod I have just outside the fence on the south side. When I did my perimeter walk he was just there looking dazed and confused so…. He followed me back here with the promise of a cup of tea? Humans can’t handle stray sod at all.” He paused then looking at her. He’d not wanted her mixed up in all this. “I just don’t want to let him go and have him tell someone else where I am, where the kids are. So…. every six hours i take him for a walk through the sod. And he goes to the basement no fuss?”
Blanche listened to all that information, nodding along, cataloging the important bits like how he has no ear and humans can’t handle stray sod at all and how he goes into the basement with no fuss. “Uh-huh, I see, uh-huh…” Blanche said, leaning against the counter. “You realize that we absolutely have a freaking hostage in the basement!!!! And I totally just kicked him so hard in the dick that he isn’t going to be thinking about any type of kids any time soon!” Blanche exclaimed. “... I thought he was a burglar. Because, you know, I didn’t know we had a hostage!” Blanche pushed her hair back, thinking hard. Well what the fuck were they going to do now? Wait. Wait. Blanche pressed her lips together and looked up at Jared. “... Jared, why don’t you just promise-bind him into secrecy!”
The nymph looked at her with guilt written all over his face. “I didn’t have a plan, I just saw him and figured he was better off not out there telling anyone else dangerous where we were.” it was defensive even if he was coming to the realization that this was yet another moment where he really should have thought it through before acting. “I considered you know…” Jared drew a finger across his neck to show what he meant. “But I couldn’t stomach it, and I didn’t want to feed my kids an asshole like Ronald. They deserve better.” Blanche looked tired and Jared gained an even heavier guilt. He hadn’t meant for her to find Ron, let alone have to clean this up for him. But her idea caught his attention and his jaw went slack. “I...didn’t really think about it. I mean…..I guess?” As he said as much a clatter could be heard from the basement. Perhaps the jolt of pain from Blanches kick had woken Ron up a little. “I think he needs a trip to the sod before that?”
“I mean, you’re not wrong,” Blanche said, “He was better off not telling anyone else where you or any of your kids were. That’s - but - mmmm, basement with no plans. Jared.” Blanche winced slightly when he mentioned feeding Ron to the kids, and she considered. “I feel like he would give them heartburn.” Blanche mumbled. Was she okay with that? Blanche only thought about it for a moment longer before she decided that it wasn’t exactly her decision to make. It didn’t matter if she was okay with it or not. She wasn’t the one in danger here. Jared, and the animals he cared about, were. So she shook it off, willing to think about that particular thing later. Blanche heard the noise down in the basement, and she glanced down there grimacing. “Uhhh - maybe?” Blanche glanced at him, grimacing. “Maybe you should make him promise to never mention, talk, text, write, or sign about anything he saw here to anyone.” Blanche considered, before pointing to her purse on the counter by the bags of groceries. “If he won’t do it, I have something that will make him.”
“Yeah we’re going to keep him alive I think for now. I don’t want the kids to feel guilty.” Jared hummed. He knew this sounded absurd. He was well aware that his actions with absolutely no set plan was a recipe for disaster. But when he’d found the man face down in the sod it seemed like the only logical step to take. Jared nodded and headed for the basement door, pausing with his hand on the knob. “Living here wasn’t meant to be like this. I’m really sorry Blanche.” He looked over his shoulder at her. “You don’t have to fix my mistakes, I know you didn’t come here for all that. If that promise doesn’t take I’ll move him to the barn for deniability.” Jared then tried to throw just the hint of humour into it. “Only texts he’s gotten have been from the pizza place, so rest assured no one is looking for him yet.”
Blanche nodded. She agreed it was better to keep him alive for now. After all, there wasn’t a true reason to kill him. “Once you promise bind him not to tell anyone, maybe you should also make him promise to never, ever come back here.” Blanche said, frowning. She glanced at Jared, and she gave a shrug. “Jared, I'm not angry or anything.” She felt some type of way, but it definitely wasn't anger. She knew what anger was, and it wasn't this. “And I'm not fixing your mess, I'm helping you. There’s a difference you know. But if he resists promising you, let me know. I can take care of that pretty easily.” Did she just offer to torture someone for Jared? Blanche’s stomach lurched slightly, but she shrugged it off. “Okay?”
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Demons(you).me Chapter 5 - Burgers and Meetings
>>Click here to read over on Ao3!<<
Art by Aya/ITOUYAS! <3
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Summary:
In a city controlled by the generally altered race of Demons, Lady's life as a mercenary on the lower floor was never easy. Especially when she ran into Dante. A demon on the hunt for his missing brother.
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Important information!
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Realtionships: Dante x Lady, Vergil x Lady
Characters: Lady (Devil May Cry), Dante (Devil May Cry), Vergil (Devil May Cry) Morrison (Devil May Cry), Nell Goldstien (Devil May Cry) Eva (Devil May Cry), Sprada (He’s mentioned bless him), Mundus (Also Mentioned)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Genetic Engineering, Sci-fi Fantasy, Strip Clubs and Strippers, Dystopia, Seizures, Flirting, Eva and Sprada are alive! :D, Human Experimentation, Cults.
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Chapter 5
When Vergil said he wanted to take a break, Lady certainly hadn’t expected…this.
After walking a few blocks away from the cult’s abandoned lab, the group had stumbled across a fast food truck cosily tucked away beneath a monorail bridge; the occasional train passing overhead and zooming passed in a matter of seconds. Needless to say, Dante had been quick to drag them over to such a ramshackle establishment, the moment his nose caught whiff the sizzling of meat on its grill.
Before Lady knew it, she found herself left on her own in the middle of the road. Vergil had isolated himself away from his twin’s embarrassing display, as he mindlessly drooling over the truck's menu while resting his chin against the van’s rusted counter, by going over to one of the supporting pillars of the bridge and leaning back against it. Of course, he didn’t exactly look like he was in the mood for company; looking lost in thought as he gazed up at the towering layers cascading up to the metal sky above him. Vergil always seemed to have a way to project an aura of intense disinterest when he didn’t want to be spoken too. So not really knowing what to do with herself, Lady walked over to the fast food truck.
“Hey kid, you gonna get anything or not?” The gruff, bearded, chef behind the counter asked in a polite tone. Wiping down his newly washed, worn tongs with a cloth.
“Uhhh give me a moment. It's hard to decide-“
“Not for me! Can I please have a hot dog?” Lady chimed in, as she approached. Standing beside the red demon.
Startled, Dante quickly pushed himself away from the counter and looked over at her in surprise.
“What? Thought you were the only one that was hungry?” Lady taunted with a sly smirk.
“No! I- uh…” The demon frantically stumbled for his words, caught completely off guard by her bluntness. All of a sudden, he turned in the direction of the chef and threw up two fingers. “I’ll have two of the Mega burgers please!”
“Sure. That’ll be 7.50.” The older man informed them. Swapping his hand so a holographic payment screen appeared in front of the pair.
Lady swiftly pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and tapped it against the screen. A moment later a bright green “Payment Received” sign appeared and the hologram vanished into thin air. With a pleased nod, the chef quickly got to work putting two meat patties onto his grill, followed by frying the spongy, inner section of the buns.
“Two burgers, huh?” Lady asked curiously. Raising a playful eyebrow, as she crossed her arms.
“Well, one’s for Verge.” Dante explained, taking a glance over his shoulder at his stoic twin. Resting the back of his head against the supporting pillar with his eyes shut, seemingly in some sort of ‘meditation’. “The guy will never admit he’s hungry. But Eva would totally kill me if she thought he hadn’t been fed!"
“Are you sure he’s going to like it?” Lady questioned in an unsure tone. Leaning in closer to Dante, and keeping her voice low, and away from the prying ears of the nearby chef. “Your brother doesn’t seem like a guy whose taste palate would fit...this kind of place.”
“Nah! I’m sure he’ll be fine with it!” Dante reassured, waving his hand dismissively at the idea.
Lady still didn’t 100% agree with Dante’s assumption; her gut instinct screaming at her that this was a terrible idea. But who was she to argue when she’d only known his brother for around a day or so? Dante had known him his whole life. “If you say so then."
The two quickly fell into silence after that. The space left empty by their words was quickly filled by the satisfying sound of sizzling and spitting from the grill, and the low tunes of a rock song escaping out of the nearby radio. Their meals were coming close to being done, as the chef applied two slices of cheese over the meat and went to go and stuff the hot dog into a bun.
“Hey Lady…” Dante suddenly started to ask. His voice uncharacteristically soft in tone. Something that didn’t slip Lady’s notice, as she looked up at the boyish face hidden beneath that crimson hood of his. “What do you plan to do after me and Vergil leave?”
Well that certainly caught her off guard! At first, it seemed like such a strange thing for him to be asking. Part of her thought that they’d be together for a longer time yet. That even bringing up the idea that they would disband their small party seemed out of place at this moment. But, the more she thought about it, she started to realise where Dante was going with this.
Dante had found his brother, and by all means had completed the original mission he had set out for himself down here. It was only through Vergil’s intervention and insistence that they protect the true nature of their heritage that the boys were still here with her. Nothing more nothing less. And…well they were coming close to making that a reality.
Granted, they had about as much a clue as her when it came to predicting where or whether the next ‘leak’ would appear. It could just be that they would have to deal with this cultist and then everything would be fine. No more work would have to be done and the brother’s could return to their newly discovered mother for a heart to heart. That they would leave her, and she’d return to a mundane life without the thrill or adventure she had experienced over the last few days.
And if Lady had to be honest…she didn’t really want to go back to that.
A swell of anxiety started to curl in her stomach. She opened her mouth to speak, her breath heavy with conflicted emotion.
“Well…I’d probably just go back to working as a mercenary under Morrison. Don’t think much else would change really.” She answered honestly, with a small shrug.
Yet, a part of her couldn’t just leave it at that. A nagging sensation reminded her that things would change once he and his brother finally left. Maybe it was because of an overwhelming sense of sentimentality she’d grown to feel towards the demon. But Lady didn’t want him to think she wouldn’t care for his departure when it finally came. That she wasn’t thankful for what he’d done for her.
She leaned back against the trucks metal counter, letting out a small sigh, as she looked out into the distinct wistfully “But, you know....I think I’d miss your dumb ass. Things will be much less fun around here without you!”
“Who are you calling a dumb ass?” Dante whined in a jovial voice. He obviously wasn’t particularly offended by her slight jab, if that sly smile playing on his lips anything to go by. Lightheartedly poking her shoulder.
Lady couldn’t help but smile too, as she raised her hands in defence. “What? I’m just speaking the truth-“
“Alright you lovebirds! Meal's ready!” A deep voice from behind interrupted. At the sound, the pair quickly turned around. Finding the bearded chef standing directly behind them with a brown paper bag seeped with grease in one hand, and a cardboard container with a hotdog sticking out of it in the other.
Oh god! Not this again! Lady cursed in the back of her mind. Unable to save herself from the rush of heat flooding her cheeks with red, as she gingerly took the items off the man and quickly handed the paper bag over to Dante by shoving it at his chest. Head tilted down shamefully throughout. I’m never going to hear the end of this! Why does everything think just because we’re around the same age he’s my boyfriend! It's so infuriating-
“Thank you” She mumbled in a small voice to the chef. Cutting off her inner turmoil before it could rise to the surface. Keeping her cool as she ever so calmly grabbed Dante’s wrist and forcefully dragging him away from as fast as she could physically move. Which wasn’t that fast given that Dante was already briskly walking ahead of her, when they reached Vergil. Earning her a curious look from the blue demon, as he watched his twin seemingly lead her along. Dammit! She could only imagine what he was thinking! Stupid demons and their speed!
Without a second's hesitation, she quickly let go of Dante’s wrist. Letting Dante’s arm drop down limply, as she threw her hand up to her face and rubbed it tiredly. Trying to compose herself before all logical thought left her and she did something she’d regret. Well, if she hadn’t already. All Lady wanted to do was pray the ground would open up and swallow her whole right now!
Dante however, was completely obvious to this. Freed from her grasp, he swiftly wandered over to his nearby twin and pulled out a neatly wrapped burger, in a cream coloured napkin, out of the paper bag and presenting it to him proudly. "Bon Appetit, bro!”
Vergil looked down at the item in bemusement. As though he had not been expecting his brother to present him such a ‘gift’. Hesitantly, he reached out and gently took it from his brother’s hands. “You didn’t need to get me this, Dante. I’m not particularly famished right now.”
“Yeah yeah! Keep saying that to yourself!” Dante said disbelievingly, waving his brother off.
He pulled his burger out of the paper bag and quickly scrunched it up into a tight ball. Looking around for a bin, the red demon was lucky enough to spot one only a couple of meters away from the group. Never being one to pass up a challenge, Dante attempted to throw the scrunched up paper bag into bin’s open mouth at a startling speed. Sending it hurtling through the air and almost barely missing its target by a small margin, if not for the light breeze that had swept in to save the day. At the sound of the small metallic clank, made by the ball as it hit the inside of the steel container, Dante fist pumped in victory as he spun back around to face Vergil. Who was shaking his head in disapproval of his little brother’s antics.
“Come on! You can’t say that wasn’t cool!” Dante exclaimed passionately. Pointing at his grumpy brother’s person with a burger in hand.
“I see nothing ‘cool’ about littering, little brother.” Vergil said coldly. Not taking his eyes off his brother, as he unwrapped his meal with one hand. “If you had missed that shot, you would have to be the one to clear it up. Not me."
“But I didn’t miss, did I?” Dante pointed out, smugly. Vergil didn’t react to his retort however. His face remained cold and impassive, barely showing a hint of emotion as he glared at his twin. An invisible tension began to mount between the two of them. Rising up until it reached its breaking point, when Dante admitted defeat with a roll of his eyes. “Alright fine! By the way, Lady's the one who bought this meal for us. So might wanna thank her a little!”
“Wha-“ Lady blurted out at the mention of her name. Not expecting to be brought back into the conversation so abruptly. Dropping her hand and letting her vision focus, when she came to her senses, she found Vergil staring at her with an awkward smile. One that looked rather forced, uncomfortable, and….ok somewhat terrifying if she had to be honest!
“Thank you…..for this.” He said in a stilted voice. Seemingly trying his best to remain polite while obviously not caring much for what he was thanking her for, like a child who got a knock off toy for Christmas.
“Oh! Uh…no worries!” Lady said awkwardly. Trying her best not to wither under that unsettling smile of his. She glanced down at the hotdog in her hand and quickly took a small bite out of it. Gosh, it had been ages since she had one! She’d almost forgotten how good they were!
Wiping away a few small crumbs from her mouth with the back of her hand, she looked back up at the two dumbfounded brother’s awkwardly staring at her while she ate. “You guys going to start eating or not? This stuff’s going to get cold soon!” She exclaimed in a muffled voice, mouth filled with food.
Without another word, Dante quickly tore open the napkin covering his burger and began to dig into it. He let out a moan of pleasure as he ate, seemingly enjoying every bite with that blissful expression on his face. It always fascinated Lady how Dante could be so pleased by anything he ate. She honestly wouldn’t have taken him as a foodie to be honest. Expecting him to be a rebellious picky eater who could only enjoy fast food and would sustain himself on nothing else.
Ironically enough, however, that title seemingly went to his brother. Vergil had yet to touch his burger in the slightest. Instead, he had pulled back the burger's wrapping and bun ever so slightly, and awkwardly poked its inner contents with his finger and gave it a rigorous examination before it went anywhere near his mouth. It was obviously not a pleasant conclusion however, as a growing look of vile disgust formed on his fair features. His face twisting and distorting as though he was on the verge of throwing up, as he quickly pulled back his finger and hastily whipped it down with his napkin.
“Is this thing made out of rodent?” Vergil commented maybe a bit too loudly. Causing the food trucks chef peaked his head up in interest a few meters away.
“Uhhh...might wanna keep it down a little, Vergil!” Lady said in a hushed voice, chewing on her food. Catching sight of the man’s movements out of the corner of her eye. Worrying that the chef might kick them out of the area, the mercenary quickly spun back around to check on the older man. Thankfully, Lady was relieved to find, however, that the bearded chef sat back down in his truck, and was nodding his head to the beat of the radio.
“I’m not eating this.” The blue demon asserted coldly. He took a step forward. Moving to walk past his brother, as he headed towards the bin.
All of a sudden, he was stopped by a strong arm appearing in front of him and reaching out across his chest, blocking his way.
“Hold it right there, princess!” Dante said in a muffled voice. Stopping for a moment taking a bite out of his own burger. “Look, it's not that bad! In fact I think these burgers are pretty tasty! So I’m not sure what you're being a crybaby about bro! But, I’m not gonna let your waste a perfectly good meal-“ Dante reached out to his brother with open hand. “Hand it over if you don’t want it.”
Vergil slapped away his brother’s hand with a growl. “I’m not a crybaby, Dante! I just have standards for what I put into my body!” He paused for a moment, taking a deep, shaky breath. Looking down at the burger in his hand with a hard, determined glare, as though he was facing down a fearsome foe in combat. "This meal is mine, and mine alone. Not yours, little brother! If you wish for me to prove to you that I can eat it. Then I will! "
Finishing his dramatic monologue, and without a second's hesitation, Vergil bought the burger up to his mouth and slammed his teeth into it in one mighty, powerful bite. Sending a spray of sickly-sweet, bright red ketchup sauce flying out of the other end of the burger and into Dante’s face. Covering him with sauce like a tasty face paint.
“Pffffffff!” Lady burst out into roaring laughter at the comical sight. To which she was soon joined by Dante, seemingly completely uncaring for the ketchup splattered across his face as he chuckled. Ironic, as Vergil's regal face quickly turned the same bright red shade as his tomato covered brother’s, at their mocking. Deathly embarrassed, Vergil quickly turned away from the pair of them and stormed over to the nearby bin and slammed his burger inside.
As he walked back from the bin, Lady couldn’t help but feel bad for the blue demon. He was obviously trying to play off that he didn’t care about what had just transpired. His face marred with his usual stoic frigidity, icy eyes hard and lips pressed together in a firm line, actively schooling his features so that he looked emotionless. Yet, as the bright red blush slowly left his cheeks, he couldn’t hide the light, pink dusting covering his sharp cheekbones. It was both hilarious and endearing to see. Hell, Lady might even have gone as far as to say it was….cute.
Vergil walked back over to the pillar and picked his sword up off the ground, right next to the black laptop haphazardly leaning against the concrete structure. Held it close to his chest protectively, in his crossed arms, as he stubbornly gazed up at a futuristic, bullet-like train rumbling past overhead. Although, not loud enough to cover up the sound of a stomach growling in annoyance. Given that she and Dante had certainly eaten their fair share, by process of elimination it seemed Vergil was hungrier than he let on.
Taking pity on the young man, Lady awkwardly split off the untouched end of her hotdog, and strolled over to him. She coughed lightly to gain his attention, and when his fearsome gaze fell on her, she swiftly presented her peace offering with a soft smile. “Here, take half of mine.”
Vergil raised a curious, pale eyebrow at her offer from beneath his hood. Still looking uncomfortable at the idea of eating anything from the food truck. The brunette suspected that it was going to take a bit more convincing to get him to concede to her demands.
“I-uh...saw a jar of branded hotdog sausages in the van. So there shouldn’t be anything weird in it if you're worrying about that.“ She was reassured. Rubbing the back of her slim neck with her free hand.
At the news of the hotdog's authenticity, Vergil hesitantly took the uneaten half from Lady’s hand. A small smirk creeping onto his pinkish lips as he gazed down at the meal in his grasp. “Thank you, Lady.” He said in a soft voice. There was a hint of…something behind that tone, however. Something indecipherable to the mercenary.
She didn’t have time to question it too much though, as Dante walked over to the pair of them rubbing down his boyish face with the torn remains of his napkin. It seemed he’d done a successful job of clearing away much of the ketchup covering his face, however the odd spots still remained around his jawline and chin. Apparently only the top half of his face really counted when it came to cleaning himself.
“Hey, you doing alright bro?” Dante asked in a concerned voice, as he casually leaned back against the concrete pillar beside the blue demon. “Don’t worry too much about what happened. There’s a reason I wear red!”
“I thought it was because Eva got annoyed every time you came back from a mission covered in drenched in blood, dirt and god knows what else attaches itself to you.” Vergil pointed out, without missing a beat. Looking over at his twin with a fond, yet taunting gaze. Knocking Dante off guard for a brief second, before he quickly recovered.
“Heh…well I suppose that’s true! But this just proves it has other uses!” Dante lightly pat his twin on the shoulder affectionately. “Anyway, enjoy your meal bro! Let’s hope no special sauce leaks out of the other end this time!”
Dante winked at his brother with a cheeky grin as he finished talking. At first Vergil ignored him, moving to bite into his hotdog regardless. It was only after a second of processing what his twin had said, the cogs in his brain clicking into motion, that the young man realised what he was implying. His pale face quickly flushing with bright red once again. His sharp teeth just stopped shy from the hotdog's delicate bun, before slamming his mouth shut. Gritting his teeth together so tightly that his jaw began to shake.
The mercenary started to step backwards, already anticipating the ticking time bomb about to go off before her, as Vergil moved to click open Yamato’s blade with his free hand. A murderous glint in his blue eyes as he slowly tilted his head up and glared at his unassuming twin - still resting his hand on the blue demon’s shoulder. Toothy grin still etched into his features like he had been turned to stone.
I should probably get myself a soda! Lady thought to herself wisely. Breaking off in a sprint towards the food truck, the moment a flash of bright blue light sparked off behind her, out of the corner of her eye.
“DANTEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”
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ANNUAL WRITING SELF EVALUATION
1. List of works published this year:
Fistiana (Zouis) They met in the center of the ring and bumped their bare knuckles together.
sun, here it comes (Larry) The sun beckoned him. He had no plans for the day other than soaking up some rays on his front stoop.
Counterbalance (Larry) Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class.
get my kicks like you (none) “Wait,” Liam had said. “You all jerked it at Niall’s?” // Zayn had looked back with furrowed brows over his sunglasses. “Yeah?” he confirmed, with a easy shrug. Like Liam was the weird one for asking.
your best fake smile (Larry) Harry reluctantly agrees to a first date with Louis at Coney Island.
Good Boys Do Bad Things (Louis/Bressie) Bressie was a fucking stud and Louis couldn’t fully be blamed for his actions when Bressie was around. Harry had made fun of Louis relentlessly for like four months back in college after Louis had admitted there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for six feet two. And Bressie was six feet fucking six. // Or, the one where Louis doesn't mean to fall for his boss.
Live Like You Were Dying (Larry) I’m in love with you. // The phone fell from his hand, and the world went black.
Tennis Whites (Larry) Harry settles himself on the bench, puts his sunglasses on, and focuses his attention on the court. // There, in all his glory, is Louis Tomlinson.
The Future Reflected (Larry) Louis didn't take the stupid game seriously. Maybe he should've.
Heart that I Let Down (Larry) Where do broken hearts go? Louis took Harry’s with him when he went to LA, now Harry’s on a mission to find him.
to love in word and deed (Larry) Louis loves everything about living with Harry. Except for Harry's effusive proposals. Because the problem is, it's getting harder and harder for Louis to keep reacting like they're jokes.
There’s a Ring in the House (Larry) Louis knows Harry is going to propose. He's terribly impatient about it.
37 ficlets -- And Let Me Kiss You (multiple pairings)
2. Work you are most proud of (and why):
I love Fistiana so incredibly much. I did what I set out to do which was write a homoerotic boxing fic where Louis is really leaning into "You construct intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men” in this town where he is not out. I had a whole team of betas and so many people who helped me narrow my focus to what I really wanted to happen and I just really love it a lot. I’ve read it more times than I can possibly count.
3. Work you are least proud of (and why):
Heart that I Let Down only because I love "Where Do Broken Hearts Go" more than anything and while I didn’t fail at getting some emotion in there, I think it’s a lot flatter than what I initially set out to do. But. Time. Deadlines. A super stressful year. I did my best and I’m certainly not beating myself up over it.
4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:
Uhhh so I wrote a Harry/Shawn kiss for And Let Me Kiss You prompts. I love the potential for angst over Niall in that particular pairing. I want there to be more heartbreaking fics where Harry and Shawn are using each other to get over Niall. Come on fandom, do your thing!
Anyway... this is from that:
Harry appreciates the honesty. This, thing, isn’t going to linger. It’s what they need, now, to soothe over their pain. “Want to feel what he left me for,” Harry says over a choked breath.
Shawn leans in the rest of the way, and while it doesn’t lessen the pangs–-the sadness, the longing, the questioning of where it all fell apart–-they're muted for as long as their bodies are pressed together.
5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:
Literally all of the nice ones? I love comments. They see me through the hard times and even though I’m shit at responding to them I really do love them all so very much. God, and comments when my fics are still anon? I just... I love them so so so much. I think I have a very special place in my heart for everyone who told me that they related to your best fake smile. Sending big huge hugs to all of those people, specifically.
6. A time when writing was really, really hard:
The entire second half of the year, to be honest. I got some shitty news at work at the end of May that just never improved and it made focusing on a lot of other things really hard and my writing time and effort just plummeted because I didn’t have enough bandwidth.
7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:
All of The Future Reflected was a surprise that never in a million years would I have guessed I’d write something like that.
8. How did you grow as a writer this year:
Oof. To be totally honest I have exactly zero idea how to answer this for 2019.
9. How do you hope to grow next year:
I hope to be better at plotting and writing longer fics.
10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
@kingsofeverything. ILY!
11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:
It does every year!
12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:
Um. No. I think I’m in a funk with my own writing and the idea of trying to pass on wisdom feels futile at this juncture of my life.
13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:
I will finish my Lucifer AU if it will kill me!
14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read.
I am posting this so very late because to love in word and deed was anon until Dec 31st, that probably everyone else has done it!
*All answers should be about works published in 2019. Also, you can skip any questions you hate or don’t want to answer, but please leave them on the list so that others can do them if they want.
(also, here’re my responses from 2016, 2017, 2018)
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Hey, i hate to bother you again, but have you seen endgame yet? Also do you have any really happy fics?
I have!! I’ll be doing my best to avoid spoiling anything for anyone and I’ll make another post about it, but if/when I rec any fics containing Endgame spoilers, I’ll be using the tags #endgame and #endgame spoilers.
I’m putting the recs under a cut because this list grew really huge really fast (19 fics!!). They’re the happiest, fluffiest ones I can remember reading (and if that’s not enough, check out the fluff tag for more!).
The (Not So) Great Pretender by RayShippouUchiha
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 19,585
Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark
Completed: Yes
“What,” Tony says softly but with a great depth of feeling, “the actual fuck just happened?”
“I believe, Sir,” JARVIS pipes up from the phone in his pocket, an unnecessary amount of what sounds like glee in his voice, “that you’ve once again managed to maintain your closely guarded secret identity. Truly your subterfuge skills know no bounds.“
“You’re an asshole J,” Tony mutters back as he reaches up to rub at his temple. He either has a headache coming on or a blood clot. At this point he’s honestly not sure which he’d prefer.
“I did learn from the best, Sir,” JARVIS tells him sunnily.
i babysat god and he stabbed me with a fork by surveycorpsjean
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 11,395
Pairing: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange
Completed: Yes
If these two idiots don’t sort out their shit real soon, Loki is going to stab everyone in this room and then himself.
What I Need I Just Don’t Have by gyzym
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 2,199
Pairing: James Rhodes/Tony Stark
Complete: Yes
If you want this choice position, have a cheery disposition. (Or: Tony needs an assistant. Rhodey needs a break.)
Phil Coulson’s Case Files of the Toasterverse by scifigrl47
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 287,890 (series)
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (+various other pairings)
Completed: No (most works in series completed)
Short stories from the Toasterverse, because the author gets panicky writing long form stories built around plot and has to finish something in order to function.
Phil has problems with these people. So does the Author.
Late Nights and Bare Bottoms by Shi_Toyu
★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 1,947
Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark
Completed: Yes
Tony stared down at the gingerbread cookies that’d been placed on the edge of the work station. It’d been the smell that’d drawn him out of his tunnel vision. He didn’t normally smell gingerbread in the middle of August. He blinked hazily, but the plate of cookies didn’t disappear. They were still warm, too, when he picked one up and bit into it.
God, and delicious. He moaned and stuffed the rest of the cookie into his mouth, already reaching for another one.
“You like them.”
Tony nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Bucky’s voice, but in a flat tone. The super soldier loomed behind his chair, hair a tangled mess and face completely blank. He was dressed in Clint’s ‘I love to rub my meat’ apron and what appeared to be nothing else.
“Uhhh… yes?”
don’t know why it took me so long to see by goodmorningbeloved
★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 11,209
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Completed: Yes
“Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”
Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”
-In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognizing his boyfriend past a mask.
No, He’s Your Son by orphan_account
★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 1,420
Pairing: Gen (pre Tony Stark/Stephen Strange)
Completed: Yes
peter, on the phone: dad i forgot my homework can you drop it off in the seminar hall it’s empty don’t worry
strange: ok
strange, walking out of a portal into a hall filled with students:
peter, loudly: EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM OWES ME FIVE DOLLARS I TOLD YOU MY DAD WAS A WIZA-
may the fourth by irnan
★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 1,762
Pairing: Gen
Completed: Yes
So there’s this project Tony has been working on since he was ten years old which is only marginally less awesome than the specs for the TARDIS he totally could have built if Fury would’ve just let him had the Tesseract for a couple hours longer.
Peter Parker’s Step-By-Step Guide to Get These Two Dumbasses to Kiss Already by everythingsace
★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 3,781
Pairing: James Rhodes/Tony Stark
Complete: Yes
Rhodes was on the floor, his legs pulled up beside him, and Mr. Stark was kneeling down beside him, asking questions and checking if he was okay.With the biggest heart-eyes he’d ever seen.Peter’s jaw dropped as he stared, his eyes turning to Rhodes, only to realize that he had the doe eyes, too. Not quite as bad and obvious, but holy shit.Holy shit.
Tony Stark is the Alyssa Milano by Akira_of_the_Twilight
★ ★ ★
Words: 1,388
Pairing: Peter Quill/Tony Stark
Complete: Yes
Prompt: Starkquill where somehow Drax was the first one to notice that Tony and Peter were into each other, but he’s been around humans for a while now and he understands that if you tell them things directly they’ll just do the opposite and ruin everything for everyone, so he’s going to get them together using… metaphors
“Kidnapped, enjoys space, likes your music, and can dance,” Drax listed off.
Peter grinned. “Yeah, pretty cool dude. I might actually miss him by the time we get him back to Earth.”
For a man who had been in search of a partner for as long as Drax had known him, Drax was surprised that Peter was unable to see his perfect match right before him.
Earthlings could be quite stupid sometimes.
Rocket Science by marsmaywander and orbingarrow
★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 12,094
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Completed: Yes
Sleep-deprived and under-caffeinated, grad student Tony falls asleep in a conveniently empty classroom and wakes up in the middle of Bruce’s Physics 101 course. After seeing a groggy Tony fumble a simple question, actual-student Bucky offers to tutor him. In a moment of “oh no; he’s cute” panic, Tony takes him up on it. Now, in addition to his already complicated life, Tony has to figure out the answer to the incredibly messy question: “How do you look like you’re failing the class, when you literally wrote the book?”
i stole the keys to this guy by kellifer_fic
★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 6,007
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Completed: Yes
Where it was Nick Fury’s idea, but he didn’t mean it like that.
The Tongues of Men and Angels by copperbadge
★ ★ ★ ★
Words: 2,369
Pairing: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark
Completed: Yes
Extremis has a few unexpected benefits.
Pint-Sized Parker by flyingonfeatherlesswings
★ ★ ★
Words: 3,636
Pairing: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange
Completed: Yes
Tony is called away from a meeting to deal with a now toddler-aged Peter Parker, who went snooping around in Stephen Strange’s spells.
carpool introductions by sapphirestark
★ ★ ★
Words: 2,401
Pairing: Gen
Completed: Yes
“It’s - it’s nice to meet you too, Colonel Rhodes, sir. I’m Peter. Uh, Parker.”
“I heard.” Rhodey smiled. Well, teenage Tony had certainly never been this polite. “Just call me Rhodey, kid.”
“O-okay, Rhodey.” Peter’s timid smile transformed into a grin. Rhodey decided he would definitely rub that in Clint’s face the next time he claimed Rhodey wasn’t good with kids.
“Are you kidding me?” Tony interrupted from the driver’s seat. “He’s Rhodey after two minutes and you’re still calling me ’Mr Stark’?”
Angry Genius White Noise by copperbadge
★ ★ ★
Words: 520
Pairing: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Complete: Yes
One of Pepper’s favorite activities after a long day is putting on sci-fi movies and watching Tony dissect their bad science. He’ll happily spend two hours curled up against her and ranting about the flawed central plan in Armageddon and how REALLY, HE HOPES AN ASTEROID HEADS FOR EARTH, HE’LL SHOW HOLLYWOOD HOW TO REALISTICALLY AVOID AN EXTINCTION-LEVEL EVENT, DAMMIT. Pepper finds it oddly relaxing, like angry genius white noise. Add in Bruce, and she could sell tickets.
The More You Know by Nokomis
★ ★ ★
Words: 2,457
Pairing: Gen
Completed: Yes
Peter’s first post-mission Avengers hang out goes about as well as one would expect.
home is where the science is by IntrovertedOwl
★ ★ ★
Words: 2,566
Pairing: Gen
Completed: Yes
Tony wasn’t jealous.
The very idea was ridiculous. Laughable. Absurd.
In fact, he was pleased.
Yes, that’s what he was. Pleased. And a little smug.
But the Best of Men by lusilly
★ ★ ★
Words: 2,113
Pairing: Gen
Completed: Yes
In which Tony introduces a fifteen-year-old boy to Steve, and Steve is touched that Tony would introduce him to his son.
(Except he’s not Tony’s son, he’s the newest Avenger, and Tony’s just completely oblivious to how parental he’s become.)
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Christine! Writing help question here, if that's okay with you: I saw your reblog on Crowley's blubber/stutter at points throughout GO series and wanted to ask how to make dialogue realistic? Like irl we say uh and backtrack and stuff a lot but I'm wondering how to pull it off well... and kind of on a tangent, I struggle with finding a balance between dialogue and action (too much dialogue in my case). Any tips?
Hi, Ver!
Sorry it took me so long to reply to your ask, I wasn’t around on my laptop much and I wanted to give you a proper response! The post @verdelet is refering to is this one, which is a compilation of all the times Crowley in Good Omens just makes noises instead of saying stuff, where I used the following tags:
#HONESTLY THOUGH #THIS IS A GREAT EXAMPLE OF HOW DIALOGUE WORKS THOUGH! #SOMETIMES WHEN I READ A FIC AND THE AUTHOR INCLUDES THESE SOUNDS IN THEIR DIALOGUE I GET ALL HAPPY! #BECAUSE PEOPLE MAKE THOSE SOUNDS WHEN THEY TALK! #AND LIKE!!! YES!!! #EXCELLENT ACTING CHOICES!!!!
I don’t think I have any specific tips, but let me try.
There’s one scene I always, always, always think about when I think about my dialogue and writing it, and it’s this one from Ocean’s 11:
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Which in the script of the movie looked like this:
DANNY (V.O.) And Saul makes ten.
48 INT. BAR - NIGHT
48Danny and Rusty look weary from all this recruitment. Anearby TV with the sound off plays a promo for anupcoming Tyson fight.
DANNYTen should do it, don't you think?
(as Rusty shrugs)You think we need one more?
(as Rusty shrugs)You think we need one more.
(as Rusty shrugs)Okay. We'll get one more.
It’s super simple, but it works so well, because it feels genuine - the whole Ocean’s franchise is really good with its dialogue (a lot of it was scripted, but a lot of it was unscripted too). This was just for inspiration.
But, like, when I write dialogue - especially in action scenes - I try to let it flow naturally, as much as possible - if that means I have to cut up the description of a car flipping over in order to get the swear word in, I’ll do that:
He’d miscalculated the stickiness of the road - or rather, lack thereof. The moment he felt the car skid off the ice, his heart took an unexpected leap into his throat.
“Fuck!”
He immediately gripped the wheel tighter and stopped pressing the brakes in the hope of steering the car back on track. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he tried to figure out how long he had before they were done for good.
You can also use the dash to cut up your dialogue:
The road ahead seemed to be going into a tight turn, though, and in spite of his efforts he may not be able to get the car to stop before they hit the bedrock.
And so, the only thing that came out of his lips as he felt the car skid onto the patch of black ice was “Jesu- fu- hold on!”
“Hold on to what?” she yelled from the passenger’s seat, her fingers gripping the safety belt.
Turning the wheel completely to the other side, in the hopes of forcing it onto the side, he clenched his teeth.
It’s like a natural cut up of the word, sometimes people get interrupted in what they’re saying, and it’s totally fine to do it in the dialogue as well. I usually keep in mind that the words needs to get cut off in a place that’s logical - for example, if you’re going to cut off “fuck”, better either cut if off at “f-” or at “fu-” because “fuc-” just doesn’t make a lot of sense, if that makes sense?
I also quite like having my characters repeat things, or look for their words when they’re mumbling, so I consciously try and get them to say things either twice or mumble, like I would in real life. It’s like letting the dialogue tell the story, rather than try and say that they’re mumbling or looking for their words:
Finally, as the car skid to a halt, she hit him in the shoulder. “You! You absolute- you absolute idiot!” she shrieked as him, as she tried hitting him again, but this time, he caught her wrist.
“I’m sorry- hey, stop- I’m sorry, alright?! I didn’t- I didn’t think the road was going to be frozen tonight!”
“You should have known!”
He made a sound, sharply inhaling. “Huh?! I’m sorry I didn’t! Because I don’t control the weather, okay? And can you please stop trying to hit me?!”
He caught her other hand this time and immobilized her in her seat.
“Uhhh, yeah, pfff.” She paused for a couple of seconds, before resuming: “You’re always, always, always going on about how well you know these- these- these stupid roads!”
One of my favorite parts of dialogue I’ve written is in chapter 7 of Nothing Burns Like the Cold, when Clint is explaining to Steve why the American military is in Greenland, and he’s explaning the Monroe Doctrine and the whole World War II shebang up in the North Pole, because I feel like I made Clint’s long, long, long monologue break up into more understandable pieces of dialogue. I’ve highlighed the ‘dialogue things’ I did in bold in order to make the monologue feel more natural:
“Well, I’m not sure if you know this, but the Danish Ambassador to the United States during World War Two decided he wasn’t going to take orders from occupied Denmark, and so whenever he spoke to American politicians or diplomats, he would do it on behalf of the ‘free’ Denmark. He thought that because the King and Government were being held prisoner, none of their orders mattered, and apparently we liked that a lot. Especially because of the Monroe Doctrine, I think- I- I think that was it. Because we got afraid that Nazi Germany would establish bases in Greenland, so when this guy, when this uh- this- Kauffman? Yeah, that was his name, it was a big deal when Kauffman came into the picture and said that he was giving the United States authorization to defend Danish colonies on Greenland from the Germans. He was sentenced for treason by everybody back home in Copenhagen, but it’s basically because of his agreement that we’re still in Greenland. He never put an end date on the agreement, I think they called it something like the ‘agreement relating to the defense of Greenland’ but I’m not sure on the exact phrasing. It just states that the American personnel can stay on site until- until- uh, ‘for as long as there is an agreement’?”
Clint rubs a pearl of sweat off his temple, as he takes a breath.
“The US Coast Guard and War Department established some weather and radio stations, and it didn’t really matter after a while, once the war ended. But, a couple of years after the German abdication, stuff happened - NATO, and other agreements, Denmark ratifying the agreement and everything. It made Denmark and the US closer allies. In 1951 though, the Danish and American nations forced native Kalaalit people out of their homes in Thule, because the establishment of the airbase was of “more importance” than them living there, where they’d been living for centuries.” Clint pauses, as he looks over at Steve.
“It was bad, man. Governments said it was on voluntary basis, but it wasn’t. Kind of like when we put the Native peoples of the Americas in camps and called it a good thing,” Clint spits, as he clenches his hands. “After all of that, Greenland became a key point in the Cold War. I mean they set up… They set up 14 bases in Greenland, Bluie West, and Bluie East. And then, when Operation Chrome Dome sailed around, they used Thule as one of the bases where they could re-fuel and load up the B-52s that would fly around 24/7. That operation ended in 1968 when one of the planes crashed.”
He pauses.
“In Greenland. On the - the indlandsis? The ice sheet? Right out of Baffin Bay, they think. They were carrying four hydrogen bombs aboard. Thankfully, there wasn’t a big nuclear explosion because the safeties prevented it, but the explosion caused the sheet to melt and a huge area to become contaminated with radioactive material. It also sank to the bottom of the ocean.”
Clint rubs his face and spits to the side.
“The clean-up, they called it Crested Ice, I think. I mean the plane crashed and burned, and there was a patch of blackened ice which was just- just huge, man. I’ve seen the aerial picture that was taken then, and it was terrible. Some documents which were released from the clean up revealed that plutonium contamination reached extremely high levels, and there was… It was bad, Steve. The workers who helped clean up were poisoned, and they still haven’t received compensation for their work.”
Sighing, Clint finally says the truth that he doesn’t want to tell Steve: “Part of the entire Chrome Dome operation and the Thule Air Base was to patrol the Arctic border to the USSR and to find you, Steve. ” Clint takes a deep breath, as he sees Steve’s head drop next to him.
And, the whole above quote, which is practically 600 words of Clint monologuing, all the while I was writing it, I was sometimes stopping up and reading it out loud to see where would someone pause, where would someone search for their words, where would they be thinking about another word?
I remember when I wrote it, it was difficult because there was a lot of information I had to write correctly (the whole Kauffman and Monroe Doctrine is historically accurate, as is the displacement of the Kalaalit peoples) but also make it seem like it was someone trying to recall something they’d learned a long time ago all the while explaining it to someone who had never heard of it before.
It’s the same thing when your character doesn’t know the thing and motions for it instead. If we continue in the car crash example I was writing earlier, it’d give something like this:
“You told me the bend would be like- like this,” she says, as she moves her fingers in an S-shaped formation, and he shakes his head.
“Nah, it’s more-” he moves her hands closer together, “-like this.”
It’s breaking up the lines and introducing the actions you need to convey where your words can’t do it for you - in the above example with Clint, when he’s looking for his words, I like to think that the reader can imagine him either moving his hands or looking thoughtful because he’s repeating himself, or he’s mumbling, or talking to himself, and therefore, I don’t have to tell the reader that he’s mumbling, because he’s doing it himself? (Does any of this even make sense???)
And, FINALLY, to answer your last question, any tips on finding a balance between action and dialogue would be writing the thing, and then leaving it be for a couple of hours and coming back to it, to read it with a pair of fresh eyes.
If the action scene slows down too much because of the dialogue, you don’t have to interrupt it with actual dialogue, but you can just write that they’re “exchanging swear words” or “yelling whenever their body takes a hit” instead of wanting to force the swear words into the narrative text, if that makes sense?
Otherwise, I don’t have any tips, other than reading your work again if you feel like you were struggling with it. Eventually, if you have someone who is willing to help you out, get a beta and ask them to look out for your pacing.
@kate-katiehawkeye helped me SO MUCH with Swallow Your Soul, like, the only reason that story makes a bit of sense if thanks to her amazing eyes.
I hope that this large and long pile of blubber managed to help you out a little bit? I am not the best at giving advice because I feel like half the stuff I’m doing is a total improvisation thing, so... I hope this helped! :D
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Here are my thoughts on S8E2!
REAL QUICK THO AN ANGRY REMINDER
If you’re gonna post about an episode after watching the leak TAG UR SHIT I saw way too many spoilers and literally two hours before it aired. If you can’t tag ur shit then don’t post at all until it’s over. At least then most people have seen it. If you don’t tag ur shit then ur legally an asshole so be careful
ANYWAYS Thoughts from S8E2:
- Hi yeah did Dany kinda forget that her dad was the Mad King or is she just gonna act like she’s the only one with the right to want Jaime dead?
- Also I love how she’s like “your sister lied to me wut you gonna do about it”
- She needs to step oFF of Tyrion
- I hope Jaime really does slit Dany’s throat tbh how great would that be
- Bran is great fuckin hilarious
- YAS BRIENNE DEFEND YO MANZ
- God I love Sansa so freaking much 😭 she actually values her advisors opinions unlike another queen I know
- I love how Dany expects Jon to be like “yeah babe whatever you want” and then he’s like “nah Sansa’s right”
- Grey Worm I love you but you’re not intimidating buddy I’m sorry
- Jonno does a 10/10 walkout
- Tyrion you don’t deserve this work environment abuse go give your wisdom to someone else who deserves it
- Mmmmmmm Gendry what a man
- “It’s strong enough” what ur dick?
- “What do they smell like?” What kinda question is that wtf
- PSA: sharp objects handled by Arya Stark turn on Gendry pass it on
- Arya Stark, Queen of BDE
- Fuck yes I love this Bran and Jaime reunion
- Bran is like it’s chill tbh it’s like a good thing that you pushed me out the window and made me a cripple cuz now we’re here and I’m a magical motherfucker
- Bran is the most understanding person ever after he became the Three Eyed Raven
- “She’s your new queen too” mmm no
- Actually, contrary to popular belief Tyrion, it’s not hard to blame her
- Tyrion is both smart and a dumbass at the same time how the fuck
- Jaime’s like a dog who just heard a squirrel like “????brienne?????”
- Podrick isn’t a boy anymore HE IS MY MANZ AND HUSBAND AND HOLY FUCK HE GOT HOT SO FAST LIKE THE LIGHT FACIAL HAIR? WET. SWORD FIGHTING SKILLS? WET.
- Awww Brienne and Jaime are like the awkward high schoolers who have a thing for each other
- Why does Jorah still call her Khaleesi
- I’m glad Jorah isn’t a dumb bitch. Like he literally betrayed Dany to her brother’s killer and she still forgave him but Tyrion decides to trust his sister for once??? Nope he fucked up too bad not trustworthy
- Uhhh the position wasn’t Jorah’s to be stolen
- This scene is proof that Daensa will never happen and I am glad for it
- “I wish I could have that kind of faith in my advisors” uhh??? Maybe get some new advisors then??? You should trust them??? That’s why they’re your advisors????
- PREACH SANSA CLAPBACK ON THAT BITCH BEING A HYPOCRITE
- Uh no a) the northerners accept Sansa pretty well they actually like her and b) you’re not doing a damn good job of it dumb bitch
- Uh the family that destroyed Sansa was your family dumb bitch
- Is this bitch really making the excuse that she was manipulated?¿?
- This bitch big stupid
- This scene literally reminds me of high school like Dany literally reminds me of those fake ass bitches who were sickly sweet just to get what they want from me like wtf Dany is so obviously fake that it makes me cringe
- BREAKER OF CHAINS MY ASS THE NORTH BROKE THEIR OWN CHAINS AND NOW YOU WANNA PUT THEM BACK ON DUMB BITCH EHHA (read that ehha as Cardi B)
- THEOOOOOOON YAS
- I love how he just ignores Dany and is like SANSA I WANNA SERVE U BB
- Suddenly I ship Theonsa
- This Theonsa hug is all I have ever needed in life
- Isn’t that the thief from Merlin?
- I love that little Irish girl who’s like “imma fight give me a sword” like is this Arya 2.0??
- I heart Gilly
- “I’ll defend the crypt then” YES YOU WILL LIL HUNNY YOU’LL DO A DAMN GOOD JOB OF IT TOO
- EDDAAAAAAAY AND TORMUND YAS MY FAVE BITCHES
- Tormund is like surprise bitch you getta hug me first
- Beric is basically that cool as fuck and chill as hell uncle
- “The big woman”
- We love a Jon Snow pep talk
- Bran is like “hi yeah I’d like to be uhhh bait”
- Damn Samwell you didn’t have to flex on us like that with that deep thinking aight
- YES THEON REDEMPTION ARC AS FUCK
- Noooooo let Tyrion fight you ain’t his boss bitch (I mean you are but)
- Need it for what? Taking over the north?
- “No one’s ever tried” hehe I’m in danger
- Stark fam looking badass as fuck
- Walkout #2 isn’t as smooth but still acceptable
- “It’s a long story” bitch I got time start talking
- I CACKLED when those girls walked away from Missandei like I felt bad but that was just such a “you can’t sit with us” moment
- CAN GREY WORM AND MISSANDEI JUST GO TO NARTH AND STAY THERE FOREVER AND GROW OLD TOGETHER PLEASE
- WE WILL PROTECT YOU IM CRYINGGGGG
- Ghost is that you homie????
- Awww the Nights Watch reunion made me tear up a lil
- Sam’s like “I AINT NO BITCH I KILLED A WHITE WALKER KILLED A THENN AND STOLE BOOKS FROM THE CITADEL IM THE BADDEST BITCH AROUND”
- I love this banter with my whole entire heart
- i miss grenn and pyp so much I’m crying grenn was my pre-Pod husband
- I love Lannister brother moments so much they are so pure
- Oprah is handing out redemption arcs left and right wOw
- PODRICK HE IS A MAN NOW HE IS MY HUSBAND HE IS JUST SO SEXY NOW
- CACKLINGGGGG “half a cup” pours in half the wine jug
- What a squad
- TORMUND MAKES ME LAUGH SO FUCKIN MUCH
- He’s the awkward kid who tells weird stories and then does weird shit
- “Kingslayer get it right” - Jaime on the inside
- Everyone just has a “wtf” look on their face and I’m dying
- I. AM. CACKLING. AT. TORMUND. SEND HELP
- I fucking love Sandor with my entire heart and soul
- “I fought for you didn’t I?” Touche you got her there
- *sandor doesn’t get to sit by himself* fINE WHY DOESNT THE WHOLE FUCKING NORTH COME SIT BY ME TOO HUH IF YOU ALL WANT TO. CROWD. ME HUH???
- “I’m not gonna sit with you old shits I’m gonna go fuck a bull I mean uhhhhh I gotta go ”
- Arya being lowkey jealous makes me cackle like a witch
- “Is that your first time?” “Well yeah Arya I don’t put leeches all over my dick every time I get home wtf”
- YES ARYA GET THAT DICK HUNTY YASS RIDE HIM TO STORMS END HUNTY YAAAAAAS
- ARYA IS DOM AND GENDRY IS SUB PASS IT ON
- Arya having her first time be CONSENSUAL and with someone she loves makes me happy as fUCK
- GENDRY IS THE PUREST MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR (only after Pod though)
- All I want at this point in my life is for Podrick to hold me in his big strong arms like I just wanna cuddle him fUCK
- “Not a Ser?? Why the fuck not get outta here with that bullshit”
- “I never wanted to be a knight” Podrick: I call bULLSHIT
- Tormund is supportive of Brienne even when she’s dating another guy he doesn’t even care
- WE WAITED SO LONG FOR BRIENNE AND JAIME TO HAVE A ROMANTIC AND INTIMATE MOMENT AND WE GOT AND BRIENNE EVEN GOT WHAT SHE DESERVES OUT OF IT
- Podrick is Brienne’s proud son I am living for it
- BRIENNE’S SMILE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND PRECIOUS THING ON THIS WHOLE ENTIRE EARTH IT MUST BE PROTECTED
- Honestly Tormund just wants to see Brienne happy and successful and tbh I don’t think he would care if that meant that she was with Jaime
- I stg if anything happens to babygirl Lyanna i will throw fists she looks like such a little bad ass in her armor omg she’s adorable
- Yeah Jorah you don’t gotta wield it in Randals memory he was kind of an asshole
- Can Podrick sing me to sleep every night please holy fUCK
- Theonsa? Check. Gendrya? Check. Grey Worm and Missandei? Check. Podrick making my whole self thirsty for him? Check.
- Uhhh Daenerys are you not gonna be concerned that you were idk fuckin your nephew or maybe that you aren’t the last Targaryen???? Maybe something important like that not the Iron fucking Throne???
- This bitch really thinks that Bran and Sam were lying hAh she drank a lot of dumb bitch juice this episode
- Daenerys is like those anti-vaxxers or flat earthers who refuse to see the facts
- Fun fact: episode 3 is going to tear out my heart and soul, put them in a blender, and then fucken shook it until it exploded like a coke with a mento in it
- I read somewhere that said something to the effect of characters who don’t learn from the past are doomed to repeat it and that sounds like Dany w/ the Mad King to me rn
- Honestly every time Dany talked in this episode I got pissed off so that’s not good
- People be like “aw this episode was so boring” like bITCH ARE YALL MISSING THESE GREAT DOMESTIC MOMENTS?? GAME OF THRONES ISNT ALL STABBY AND SHIT IT CAN BE NICE FOR ONCE
- This episode made my heart full and I’m going to cry
- Ummmmm in case y’all haven’t seen in Dan Portman (Podrick) posted on his Instagram and it may or may not be a spoiler and if it is then I’ll kill myself
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oh god this is long but i finally did it! here's some mod responses! finialtlly!!
Anonymous said:
((Hey it's the uhhh [name] system could you please not post that name1 does NOT feel comfortable having their name on it))
Yup! Right! It's deleted!
Anonymous said:
I appreciate your efforts to run this, but the fictionkin tag is kind of unusable thanks to how active this blog is. It just clogs it up a lot. Would you ever consider tagging things with that less? (Or if theres a way to filter this blog from the tags lmk)
Either block the blog or block the url tag! That's why the url tag is the first tag in every post! :3 Handy!
Anonymous said:
Hey I just sent a kinfession in from name about [organization] and how they did Jack shit in my timeline to help. Could you please check to make sure it's on anonymous? Thanks!
Yup it's anon! You're a grey orb and loving it!
Anonymous said:
hey! the nate heywood from post / 182708222578 / being-stupid-is-a-universal-constant-and-thats ! i’m dckin, not marvelkin! thank u!
The post url is accurate to me as well! Sorry about that! I mean you could be, in a strange crossover? But anyways, it's fixed now! :v
Anonymous said:
i think that /post/182786279903/ is persona 3, not zero escape? p3 junpei’s eng va is v*c m*gnogna which i think is what theyre referring to
Surprised pikachu face when I learn there’ smore than one person? Who has the same name? Thank you, not only is it fixed but I added on a cw for “that person”!'
Anonymous said:
February 17th 2019, 4:37:50 pm · an hour ago
sorry about this but would it be possible to delete the kinfession in the inbox that talked about questioning not just a character but that character from an au involving getting [somethinged]? thank you!
It's gone from the queue!
Anonymous said:
Hey mod oarty cat, just a heads up, in the tags of posts /182750591728 and /182860813869 , you spelled the person's name wrong ♡ i dont mean to be rude, i just wanted to let you know
smart kitty things: typing something once and then copy pasting it elsewhere that needs the same tags!
smrat kittey thunkgs: typing something incorrectly and then pasting it multiple times so you have to fix even MORE things!!1! waow whoo!
Thank you anon! You're not being rude, I'm just typing too fast with nails that need trimming and also at night in a dark room so I cannot see the keyboard! They're definitely fixed now! :V I will make sure to slwo down and actually look at the keyboard and screen!!
anonymous asked: this isnt a confession (except perhaps confessing that i may not be good at searching for things) but what does 'smorchkin' mean when you use it in confession tags?? its not a term im familiar with, and if youve explained it in a post i havent been able to find it on my own :c
O Hawt dog! I keep forgetting to edit the tags page! Sorry anon! Basically that tag is for blacklisting mentions of the word 'cursed'! Specifically, referring to characters or sources are cursed! I thought it should be a cute tag, like giving a kinfession a smorch, instead of reinforcing the idea that something is 'cursed' or bad! It's also sort of expanded to cover when the word 'cringy' or 'cringe' is mentioned!
Anonymous said:
February 13th 2019, 6:46:40 am · 3 days ago
hey… it’s name here! i miss you so much, werewolf. you and i were the only 2 who understood each other to the deepest parts of ourselves. if by some chance you’re reading this, i still write love letters to you every day just like i used to. ♡ remember how they used to make you laugh when i used wolf puns sometimes? i love you, wolfy. if you’re out there, contact me. @url with love, all love, name
Man this is cute as fuck and I didn’t wanna just delete it and leave you hanging! but like it’s not a call blog, please don’t link blogs/side blogs in kinfessions! If you want to contact or find someone, I suggest call blogs! Otherwise your message might get lost on this blog! Here’s a page of some kin/canon call blogs: http://fictionkinfessions.tumblr.com/seekin
Good luck!
Anonymous said:
February 13th 2019, 11:07:16 pm · 2 days ago
someone im qkinning is aroace in canon and i Dont Feel like thats me but i feel bad erasing characters canon identities, even tho im past life kin and cant really Do anything abt it if i am kin w them
You're not erasing identities though? Like if you are that character, then you at some point you identified as that! You're not going to stay the same person in every life! You're fine anon! Awaken as that fictotype or realize you are a different fictotype! It's all good!
Anonymous said:
February 14th 2019, 6:32:09 pm · 16 hours ago
aaaaa im really sorry, but i just wanted to check if you got an ask i sent a few nights ago about questioning kin with someone from my bf's source but fear about seeming fake, if it was on anon? if not could you please delete it so i can resend it on anon thanks! im worried mobile messed it up-
It was on anon, but I deleted it if you want to resend it differently!
Anonymous said:
February 14th 2019, 7:25:23 pm · 15 hours ago
Hey Party Cat, the recent Valentines day ask from Jinx to Lux (#💣🔫) is actually League of Legends not Celestial Refresh! ^^
*smashes that tag on* OK anon I trust you on that! Thank you!
Anonymous said:
I recently submitted a confession about people [doing stuff], can you please not post that one? It was a misunderstanding. Thank you!
Oh yeah it's gone now! Glad to hear things have settled peacefullt!
mod Party Cat!
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Her Dad (HDF Part 5)
AN: Thanks for sticking with me!
A part of this deals with a family dymanic similar to @winchesters-favorite-girl‘s “We Are A Team”, but I put my own spin on it as to not copy hers. (Please don’t hate me @winchesters-favorite-girl !) Check out her story too!
Warnings: Protective parents, teenager and parent angst, mild language maybe, throw up
Word Count 1500ish
Danneel x Jensen, Jensen x Daughters, Danneel x Daughters, Unnamed Man
Addy Age 14
May 2016
“Mom! I need some assistance in here!” Addy screamed from upstairs.
Danneel ran up the stairs, and she entered JJ’s room.
“Yes, love?” She urgently responded, but relaxed when she realized it wasn’t a true emergency.
“We were playing Barbies, and JJ threw up on me and her. I need a shower. Thanks, little one.” Addy was sarcastically mad. “Are you ok, boo?”
“Yeth.” The three year-old took deep breaths and drank some water from her Frozen sippy cup.
“Ok, Addy, you take a shower. I’ll take JJ and clean her up. Hang your clothes on the balcony, and we’ll wash them later,” Danneel delegated.
“Ok, thanks, Mom.”
“Course, baby.” Danneel turned to JJ. “Come on, munchkin. Let’s get you clean. You ready?”
“Yep. I feel icky.”
“I know, baby. Let’s get you feeling better, ya?”
“JJ, you want to FaceTime with Daddy?” Addy had been on a video chat with Jensen. After he was caught up on Addy’s happenings for the last few days, he wanted to talk to his youngest daughter.
“Bye, princess. See you soon.” Addy blew her father a kiss and handed the phone to her little sister.
“Gimme!” JJ smiled, sat on the couch, and took the phone from her sister. “Hi, Daddy! Sissy, go ‘way! My turn!” Addy hadn’t given JJ enough space to talk to her father, apparently.
“Ugh. JJ, that’s not nice.” Addy’s patience for her sister was dwindling as the day ended.
“JJ, do you want time with Daddy? If you do, you need to be nice.”
“I sawwee.” JJ frowned. She looked from Addy to Jensen on the screen. “Daddy, I felt yucky today.”
Addy left JJ with the phone and exited the room.
“I heard you felt icky. Are you ok?”
“Yes, Daddy. I feel better. Sissy and Mommy helped me. I fink I ate yucky mac and cheese. Mommy said no more for awhile.”
“Good, I’m glad.” Jensen smiled at his daughter through the phone.
“When you come home, Daddy?” JJ missed her dad. “I want you to make me feel better too.”
“I know, baby. I’m sorry. I’ll be home Friday. That’s three days from now.”
“Otay.” JJ looked away. “Bye, Daddy.” JJ shut down the conversation because she was not feeling wanted. It was such a long time to wait to see him. “Here, Mommy. Daddy on the phone.”
“Thanks, baby.“ Danneel took it from her, and JJ ran off. “Hey, Jay. I see you got the boot from JJ.” She gave her husband a sad smile.
“It’s so hard, Dee. I want to be there.”
“You don’t have to tell me. I know. But we will see you Friday. Good thoughts only.” Jensen appreciated the hope in Danneel’s voice.
“How was your day, Jay?”
The next week consisted of packing and flying from Austin to LA for a CW event. Both Jensen and Danneel were obligated to attend. Since JJ’s birthday was that week, the whole family went. They were going to celebrate at Disneyland.
Addy wasn't super excited about the trip. Although she was allowed to attend the network event, she was so tired of going to activities for her family members. Addy had a love-hate relationship with the CW. She loved that her dad liked his job, but she hated that he was always gone or attending parties like the one she was about to go to.
“Princess, you ready?” Jensen was so glad Addy could join he and Danneel this time. It didn’t happen that often that she attended events like this. JJ wanted to go with her sissy and where a ‘princess dress’, but she stayed back with a babysitter.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.” Addy came out of the bathroom in a pretty dress that accented her skin tone.
“Wow, princess. You look beautiful.” He was so proud.
“You have to say that , Dad.” Addy blushed.
”You know I don’t just hand out compliments to people.”
“I know. Thank you, Dad.”
Danneel, Jensen, and Addy went to the party. It wasn’t often that his two worlds came together. He had talked about Addy at length with those ‘in the business’, but he rarely got to introduce her to his friends. Once her mom and dad were done with press pictures, they all mingled with other attendees. Jensen was more than happy to show off his princess. She made him so proud. Addy broke away from her parents for some water and a snack at a table close by.
“Hi.” A man approached her.
“Hello.” Addy responded. Are you on a CW show?” She noted his facial features.
“No, I’m a model. I was invited by a friend.” the man responded.
“Oh, cool. Well, congrats on your success.” Addy started to walk away.
“I see your mom came. That’s awesome.”
“Uhhh. Yeah. She was on a show too. So is my dad, just a different one.”
“I thought your father wasn’t involved in your life? Didn’t he leave when you were little, Addison?”
Addy stopped.
How the hell does-
“Addy!” Her mom called to her. “Come here! Now!” The urgency in Danneel’s voice scared Addy. She hadn’t heard that in her mom before.
“He’s scaring me, Mom. He knows my name.”
“Danneel, you don’t want her faher in her life?” The man approached Addy’s mom.
She stepped in front of Addy on instinct. “Go get your dad, Addy,” she whispered to her daughter. She stepped back and tapped her dad’s shoulder so that he would turn away from his small group conversation. As soon as the lights from the party hit the man’s face, Jensen freaked. He took large steps and pushed Danneel and Addy behind him.
“Addison, don’t you want your real dad in your life?” The man asked the girl.
It all clicked. This person was her biological father.
Jensen told him, “You get outta here. You are not going to ruin my family.”
“To answer your question, sir, yes, I do want my real dad in my life.” Addy stepped next to Jensen.
“Oh, that’s so good to hear.” The man gave a relieved response.
“But that isn’t whoever you are. This guy right here, he is my real dad. He raised me.”
The man was taken aback. “Princess, don’t you want a relationship with your father?”
“First, you DO NOT call me princess. Only Jensen calls me that. Second, no, I don’t because Jensen is my dad. You are my father. There is a difference. I don’t need my father. Nice try. I am just fine without you. Addy walked away with Danneel while Jensen told the man to get lost. He was escorted out of the party after he attempted to start a fight with Jensen.
Addy hugged her parents when they gathered again near the bathrooms.
“You ok, baby? I didn’t know he would be here. He wasn’t on the guest list.” Danneel squeezed her daughter in a hug.
“Yeah.” She sniffled but was still processing. “Can we go?”
“Of course. Let’s get outta here, ladies.” Jensen put a protective arm around each of them as he pulled them into his body.
Addy was very quiet the rest of their trip. She and JJ had fun at Disneyland, but she was somewhat subdued. Once they got home, Addy adjusted to normal life again. She went back to school and her friends. The next time Jensen was home, he knew they needed to talk about what happened.
Addy walked in the door after attending her track practice.
“Hey, princess.”
“Hi, Daddy! You’re home. Where’s JJ?” Addy engulfed him in a hug.
“She is with Sasquatch and Gen.” He accepted her hug. “I missed you. Hey, can we talk for a second?” His facial expression changed.
“Ummm. Sure.” They walked into the living room where Danneel was already sitting on the couch. “What’s going on? Am I in trouble? I promise I’ve been good, Daddy.” She was very confused.
“Oh, no sweetheart. Nothing you did. Come here.” Jensen assured her with a smile.
“We wanted to talk about LA. Can we?” Danneel asked her daughter.
“Oh. Ummm. Ok, I guess.”
“I haven’t been home, so we thought we could work through it now, is that ok?”
“Sure.” Addy didn’t know where this was going.
“Do you want to know who he is? How we met and all that?”
“No, I’m fine, Mom. I never asked because I didn’t need to. I have Jensen. He was there, so I just thought of him as my dad. Maybe someday though. I’m fine for right now.”
“Baby, I’ll be an open book, I promise. I just never said anything because you didn’t ask. I assumed you were happy and-.”
“Mom, stop.” Addy interrupted. “Sen is my dad. He has been since I was tiny. I don’t need to know anything about the guy at the party. That’s all he is anyway. Some douche at a stupid party.” Addy didn’t seem defensive, she did want them to leave it alone though.
“Are you sure? I won’t be hurt if you do, princess. You won’t be betraying me.” Jensen stroked her arm.
“No, Dad. Really. I have you. And I’m good with that.”
“Ok, then. Who wants ice cream and a movie?” Danneel asked.
“ME!” Jensen and Addy said at the same time.
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Hide and Seek
Tony wasn’t too sure how they managed to get on to the topic.
Actually- scratch that- yes he was. It was Clint. All bad things in the world happened because of Clint.
Probably.
Anyway- Clint had been talking about his years in the circus, and how they’d taught him all sorts of weird ways to contort your body for the extra showmanship. “Made for some pretty awesome games of hide and seek, though,” he’d said, nodding serenely to himself as he’d sipped from his coffee.
“I bet I’d still find you in under an hour,” Natasha had challenged, raising a daring eyebrow up at him before turning back to the morning paper.
Clint scoffed, turning to Steve, who was stood cooking eggs on the stove. “Cap, you can vouch for me here, right? I am the master at hide and seek. No one beats me at hide and seek.”
And Steve had laughed- a lovely throaty thing that made Tony smile just from hearing it. “Uhhh, I don’t know? It depends on a lot of variables. If it were in a park, maybe- but here? Tony would beat you hands-down. He knows every nook and cranny of this tower, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
And then- here had come Tony’s fatal mistake of the day. Later, he’d pin it on lack of caffeine in his system and the early hour at which he was conscious- but really, he was just an idiot who’d forgotten how offended his teammates could (and did) get on his behalf.
“Actually, I’ve never played. Although I could still probably beat Barton.”
(Read more, mobile users! Finish it on your laptop or PC if you can’t on mobile!)
The room had gone silent. Even Bruce, who was napping on the tabletop, had lifted his head a little in surprise.
“You what?” Clint had asked incredulously.
Tony shrugged. “Too busy being a prodigy, remember? No time for that sort of shit.”
Steve was staring at him, the stupid concerned look on his face that he seemed to wear a lot when Tony said something to do with his childhood.
It didn’t seem as if anyone knew what to say. Tony hadn’t even realised it was such a big deal.
Sensing a tactical retreat may be best for this situation, he opened his mouth and began walking backward, ready to roll an excuse off his tongue and hurry back to his workshop.
Except a hand suddenly swung up and rested on his chest gently, blocking his path. Tony followed it with his eyes until he rested on Steve’s face, shooting a questioning eyebrow-raise his way.
“Okay guys- looks like we’re having a surprise team training session today,” Steve finally said, in response to Tony’s look. “Hide and seek, in the tower. If you get caught, you gotta help the seeker to find the ones who are still in the game. Thor, buddy, do you know how to play, or do you want us to go through it with you too-”
“No,” Tony cut in, slicing a hand through the air, “I am an adult. I do not need to be shown how to play some dumb kids game. I’ve gone this long without it, I don’t-”
“This isn’t for you, Stark, didn’t you hear? Team training session, remember? Now get over yourself and listen to Cap,” Clint had called out, grinning over the lip of his mug.
Tony flipped him off on autopilot, but Steve was just nodding his head in agreement, and Tony knew it was already a lost cause. “Tony, you can stay with me for the first few games. The rules really are simple, I’ll teach you them on the way. For now- I declare Bruce as the first seeker. You’re not allowed to leave the top five floors of the tower, but every place above that is fair game. Everyone has two minutes to hide.”
And suddenly, Steve had started pulling on Tony’s wrist and dragging him forward, a big grin on his face as he whispered “take me to the most hidden spot in this damn penthouse Tony.”
Tony shot him a look. It was a very judgemental thing. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”
“You don’t fuck around when you’re playing hide and seek,” Steve answered solemnly. “It’s every man for himself. You could hide with someone for a whole game and have their back, but once they get caught? You ain’t on the same side no more,”
“Explain to me how this a team game, again,” Tony said dryly.
Steve just grinned. “It is for us. I have made the tactical decision to make a one-off exception in order to teach you the rules.”
“You just want a good hiding spot in my damn tower, don’t you?”
Steve had paused, trying to look suitably offended, before he apparently gave up and shrugged. “Like I said- you don’t fuck around when you play hide and seek.”
*****
And that’s how Tony ended up sat in a vent above Clint’s room.
*****
“It’s been like, five whole minutes. My back hurts,” Tony whined.
Steve chuckled beside him. What with him being a literal giant, his position was even more uncomfortable than Tony’s- not that he seemed to care. “It depends what we’re going for. You can play the long game, try and win but risk facing boredom. Or you can live fast and lose quick by constantly moving hiding spots. More thrilling, but riskier.”
“Steve, we are fucking Avengers, not kids. I’m sure-”
“The people after you are Avengers too, remember,” Steve whispered, “plus- who knows who he’s found yet. Maybe Nat. You really wanna risk running around the tower when you have the Black Widow gunning for you?”
No. Tony did not.
“Fine,” he said grouchily, wishing he’d brought his tablet so that he could fiddle (and maybe track the activity in the top five floors- just to keep ahead of the game, you know.)
Steve opened his mouth, but then they both heard the door open quickly and the footsteps of someone running into the room, and both of them froze in their vent.
Tony shot Steve a look, and Steve pressed a finger to his lips. The person below them was breathing a little heavily, like he’d been running, and then they both heard the scrambling of feet as they stepped on top of some sort of furniture.
Tony knew that walk. It wasn’t Bruce’s.
Before Steve could even stop him. he’d lifted the hatch and stuck his head out into the room, spotting Clint as he tried to squeeze himself into a suitcase under his bed.
They stared at eachother for a few seconds, before Clint gave a little salute and Tony breathed out in relief.
“It’s okay, it’s just Clint,” Tony called out to Steve, who just groaned. “What? What did I do, I was only checking-”
“What did I tell you about every man for himself, Tony? He knows our position now, we’re gonna have to move-”
“Cap,” Clint said, betrayed. “You think I’d ever rat you out?”
“Yes.”
“That hurts,” Clint said, and Tony opened his mouth to add in when suddenly another muffled set of footsteps sounded down the hall, and Clint’s eyes widened. “Fuck, fuck, you guys distracted me, I knew he was coming, holy shit, get down here and help me hide!” Clint hissed, looking around wildly at the half-opened suitcase and then kicking it back under the bed.
Tony was halfway to making his way back down quickly, when a hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him back.
Clint whisper-yelled underneath them, but Tony could no longer see him, because Steve was sealing the hatch back again and looking at Tony. “He’s gone. We can’t help him. Now get shuffling, we have to make it to the next hatch before they do.”
“He’s not even been caught yet- what the hell is this game? Does everyone turn into a heartless bitch when they play? No wonder kids are so cruel,” Tony said wildly, as Steve pushed his shoulders again.
The door slammed open beneath them and they heard Clint scream “NOT ME, PLEASE, STEVE AND TONY ARE IN THE VENTS, GET THEM INSTEAD!”
Tony gasped. “He snitched!”
“I told you!” Steve said, looking smug.
“Okay okay, you win. Just keep moving, soldier.”
There was another scream and a laugh as Bruce undoubtedly tug him, and then an eerie silence. Tony paused, trying to listen in.
He couldn’t hear a thing, but there was a tiny sound of-
A few meters back, the hatch opened, and Clint’s face looked back at them.
“I’m a seeker now,” Clint shrugged, before his hands began finding purchase on the vent.
Steve, who was behind Tony, quickly shoved his ass and sent him stumbling forward. “MOVE!”
Tony did. He crawled like his life depended on it, unable to stop the excited giggles from his own mouth as Clint followed, hot on their tail. Steve was yelling at him to move, and Tony had never thought there would be a point in his life when he’d be annoyed by Steve’s hands on his ass, but here they were.
Eventually, Tony saw another hatch a few meters ahead, and now it was just a desperate race as to who would get there first- Clint to them, or them to the vent.
In the end, they just managed to make it. Tony threw himself on to the bed underneath him (Natasha’s- let’s hope she hadn’t been caught yet too) and Steve followed, shutting and locking the vent just as Clint’s hands reached out to where he had been seconds before.
There were muffled curses and threats above them, but Steve and Tony were already moving, Steve pulling at Tony’s hand again and dragging them out of the room, running out into the corridor just as Bruce rounded the corner and spotted them.
“Time to haul ass again, then,” Tony sighed wearily, as Steve whooped and pulled them in the other direction.
*****
“What about tag?”
“Nope.”
“Blind man’s bluff?”
“Never even heard of it.”
“Oh come on- capture the flag?”
Tony shook his head in amusement as he stared out across the New York skyline and watched the sun set slowly across it. They were both relaxing, feet dangling over the edge of the horizontal line that made the ‘A’ of their Avengers Tower. This spot was almost impossible to get to without prior knowledge of its existence- Tony was confident that they weren’t about to be caught any time soon.
Steve huffed, leaning back against the wall of tower and looking down at the buildings. Tony spared him a glance; the orange light bouncing off his face, the breeze whipping up the hairs that strayed across his forehead and the smile on his lips that had been there pretty much permanently since the day had begun.
Tony thought about it a lot, sure- but he’d never be able to get over how beautiful Steve always managed to look. Effortless, yet constant.
“So tell me the real reason why you missed out on all this,” Steve said, after a few seconds of silence.
The grin slid off Tony’s face, and was replaced with an involuntary scowl. “I told you, Steve- kid prodigy, I never liked any of that stuff-”
“You’ve absolutely loved playing this game today, Tony, I’ve seen you. You haven’t stopped grinning for pretty much 7 hours.”
Oh. He... he hadn’t been aware he was doing that.
Tony pursed his lips, leaning back against the wall and trying not to feel Steve’s gaze burning into the side of his face.
“You know why, Steve,” he said quietly.
“No, I don-”
“Because i was lonely!” Tony snapped, turning to face Steve angrily. “You want me to say it? Fine. I was lonely and all the neighbourhood kids would rather spit at me and call me a freak than play goddamn tag with me. I was lonely and my own parents chose to ignore me, or- y’know- just hit me if I was being annoying enough, so they weren’t exactly up for it either.”
Tony looked down at his hands; tapping incessantly against his knees, and pointedly did not look at Steve. He wished he had just lied- said it was because he thought it was lame, or never enjoyed running around as a little kid, or just anything that hadn’t been what he’d actually gone and-
His hands paused their tapping when another was placed over them, holding them gently and quietly calming the erratic movements.
Tony looked up at Steve, who was staring softly at him, brows drawn a little closer together than they had been before. “You’re never gonna have to be alone again, Tony. Not any more.”
When Tony didn’t say anything, Steve barrelled on. “And I’ll teach you. We all will. Every game we can think of, we’ll do it during team-building-”
“Steve,” Tony said, exasperated, “I already told you. I am a grown-ass man, I do not need-”
“A grown-ass man who never got to actually be a kid,” Steve raised an eyebrow, and looked back out on to the horizon.
His hand was still holding Tony’s.
“I...” he didn’t know what he was going to say. Argue, maybe. He always argued. He could do arguing.
Except when he looked up, Steve had moved an awful lot closer, and before he could even begin to yell, his mouth became occupied.
With Steve.
Kissing him.
Squeaking a little in surprise, he instinctively let his hand rise, cupping around Steve’s neck and drawing him in, moving them closer, because Tony didn’t know why, he didn’t know how, but he knew that he wanted.
Good God, did he want.
Steve breathed out softly, crowding over Tony as he rose to his knees, taking Tony’s face in his hands and kissing him gently, so very gently.
It was like the sunset- quiet and delicate and fucking mesmerising.
“Oh, come on man! Have you been making out all this time?”
Tony broke away, turning his head to find the source of the noise, but Steve seemed entirely unfazed- simply using Tony’s turned head as an excuse to press soft kisses along his exposed neck instead.
His eyesight went a tad blurry at that, but he still managed to spot Clint, half-way to clambering up the left side of the ‘A’ and looking thoroughly pissed. “We had to bribe JARVIS to find you! We thought real baddies had taken you! And here you are, just fucking kissing eachother like gross idiots on the side of the tower! Fuck you, honestly, I’m never playing with you guys again, you’re no fun-”
Finally, Steve looked up, much to Tony’s disappointment. “Next week it’s capture the flag. You in?”
Clint paused, and he shot them both an utterly unamused look before muttering “fine. God. But only because I really like capture the flag. We’re all still mad at you.”
“Okay,” and back Steve went to the kissing thing again, a finger gently tilting Tony’s head back toward him before bringing their mouths together again.
Tony could feel him smiling.
Behind them, Clint was huffing and complaining as he made his way back down, but he was completely ignored.
Tony and Steve had far better things to concentrate on, to be honest.
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Hey I was wondering if maybe u could please write a Trimberly fic where they get caught being gay by Kim's parents or the other rangers and Trini is freaking out but Kim just finds it super cute and hilarious and teases Trini about it? Xx :)
Here ya go.
Summary: Basically they get caught making out and Trini freaks out and Kim calms her down.
Rating: T
Tags: It’s getting hot and here comes the parents
READ @ AO3
The thing is… Kim’s parents are often gone. Kim’s dad is a pilot, an air ambulance pilot to be exact, often on call 24/7 and given random days off; her mother on the other hand is a doctor, often working overtime because of the demand, often coming home late (when Kim is asleep) and waking up early (before Kim wakes up).
The other thing is… Kim brings her one month old girlfriend home to make out and maybe touch each other in the privacy of their own home (Kim’s home). Going to Trini’s would be chaos if her family, especially her mother, were to find out about them. Trini just knows that coming out to her parents would be hell on earth, she knows how they think and she knows how she will be treated when she does come out.
So, here’s Kim and Trini, on their way to Kim’s home after a nice dinner date to celebrate their one month. Kim had treated Trini out to a nice Italian restaurant near the bigger city and they had been handsy all night long, that’s what happens when you sit next to each other on a booth table. Groping each other, mostly Kim, running their feet up and down each other’s legs, and kissing when available.
Kim had one hand on the wheel, the other on Trini’s knee, caressing it softly. Fingers brush in between the two knees, and Trini opens up her legs a little bit. Trini allows Kim’s hand and fingers to caress the inside of her thighs, keeping it innocent at first but slowly, dangerously caving inside. Trini is just pleased at herself for wearing her short dress for this occasion.
When they got home, Kim had poured themselves a glass of wine from her family’s collection, one that is surely not to be missed by her mother or father. Kim had turned on the surround stereo system built in inside the entire house and letting some tunes play, also setting the lights to dim to set the mood.
They start making out in the kitchen, Kim grabbing Trini by the waist and pulling her up to sit on the countertop.
“Feels good not having to lean down to kiss” Kim teased, using her hands to hike up Trini’s dress and just caress her outside thighs.
“Jackass,” Trini kissed back, a teasing smile forming on her face as she leans down to capture Kim’s lips. Legs wrapped around Kim’s slender figure to pull her even closer.
“I know you like it when I make you feel tall”
“True”
Kim pulls Trini off the countertop and brings her feet down to the floor again. “I don’t… I like being on top”
Trini blushes madly at the suggestive comment that Kim just made. She stuttered but not managing to get any words out her mouth. All the sudden, Trini knew this is happening, Kim is kissing her, they start walking away from the kitchen, still kissing and hands not wandering far from each other.
They make it to the living room and all the sudden the lights went from dim to bright. This broke their kiss and eyes towards the light switch and land on the two figures standing by the front door.
“Mom… Dad… Hey…” Kim rasped at the sight of her parents with a confused look on their faces.
Trini had hid herself behind Kim’s body, hoping the height would cover her smaller height. Even if figure wise, Trini has the curves and Kim has the lean figure. Clutching on the sides of Kim’s dress and buried her head on Kim’s back.
“Hey, Kimmy. Your mom just picked me up from the airport, we got Indian takeout. Uhhh…” Ted Hart starts, trying to find the words but just gives a soft chuckle under his breath then looks at his wife, Maddy, “We’ll be in the kitchen if you need us”
“Okay,” Kim gives a soft smile and places a hand behind her to grab Trini’s hand. Kim watches her parents whisper something to each other as they head to the kitchen.
“Oh, God. Kim that was so embarrassing. I can’t even. I should go, I shouldn’t be here” Trini whispers and mutters to herself as she lets go of Kim’s dress and starts pacing around looking for her items. “I can’t believe this is happening. Now Kim’s life is going to be hell on earth for being gay with me. Urg, stupid Trini.” Trini continues to mutter to herself, Kim only caught a couple of those words.
“Hey, stop.” Kim gets in front of her girlfriend and takes her hands, “Relax”
“No… I—I just outed you out to your parents” Trini whispered, looking towards the kitchen and seeing the door closed.
“Trin… You do know I’m already out to my parents right?” Kim runs her hands from Trini’s small hands and up her arms then resting underneath Trini’s jaw, getting Trini to focus up into Kim’s eyes.
Trini was silent for a moment then let out a “pssh” then waves a hand nervously, “Of course I knew” then completely avoiding Kim’s eyes at the lie.
“You’re so adorable” Kim rests her forehead on Trini’s forehead. “Look, I know things with your parents are… a bit toxic. Mine may not be around much but we talk a lot and communicate and understand. Whenever you need people like that, you have the boys, my parents, and especially me, okay?”
Kim presses a kiss to Trini’s head and she hears a soft “okay. Thanks” Kim smiles mid kiss then brings her lips to Trini’s.
“Now, I think it’s time you meet my parents”
“Oh, okay”
—
The husband and wife sit on two person couch diagonal from the couch where Trini and Kim sat. They talked and Trini was ecstatic at Kim’s parents and how they share their love, something she wishes her parents have.
“Sorry tonight is bit of a bust” Kim whispered as her parent’s attention drew away from them and onto the television.
“It’s ok. I like meeting your parents. It’s very homey meeting them” Trini whispered back, she felt Kim’s fingers intertwine with hers and then felt a soft kiss the cheek.
“Kinda funny how you just freaked out at first” Kim sends a teasing smirk.
“Well, making out in front of your parents wasn’t exactly how I wanted to meet them, you know” Trini put on her big girl face and pouts at Kim’s remark. It was embarrassing for Trini but she knows she’ll learn to be more open especially with the help of her friends and support from Kim’s parents.
“So, Kimmy,” Ted interrupted with a small cough, “you know how I freaked out when you cut your hair. This style is what they call the bisexual bob, right?” He teased.
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