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you spin me up high - lee heeseung (m)

pairing: football team captain!heeseung x slightly bimbo!fem reader

synopsis: No one was surprised when the football star Lee Heeseung started dating the local bimbo, Y/n L/n. They were like a match made in heaven hell, they weren't an official item, but how does Heeseung react when he sees his team rival approach her?

WARNINGS ! mature content (sorry to my minor followers >-< also its my first time writing smut to pls have mercy on me), jealousy, mentions of reader being a little dumb :D, public sex (in the school's bathroom lolz), oral (f receiving), heeseung calls reader a slut once lmao, sex?? they kinda fight, reader is sensitive :(, heeseung is a lil possessive, if there's more tell me pls 😭 grammar errors, proofreading is a painfull process ok? word count: 5.6k (i popped my full smut cherry ok )

A/N: um hello?! guess i wrote smut for the first time djfhdf do i like it? idk, maybe lmao. this is nothing like my blog at all, but this idea wasn't getting out of my head and i kinda just wrote it. thank you bae @dazed-hee for reassuring my insecure ass and thank you @loveywon for giving me energy to write this thing, i love you guys. if its too bad pls dont say anything and pretend it good okay?

You purse your lips as you look in the mirror, watching the way the light pink lipgloss transferred from one lip to another. Smiling at the mirror, you appreciated the final look of the hard work you did on your face and outfit, as you slightly adjusted your top.

You took a lot of pride in your beauty, you were very aware of your looks and you knew everyone who you encountered in your life found you pretty. It is obvious to the public’s eye, it’s an undeniable beauty. You were always one to spend hours and hours to make yourself look the best for the most simple activities, you just never knew when you’ll have a pleasant encounter. If needed, anyone could spot you from a mile away with your (mostly pink) bright and sparkly clothes and the big white bows that held your hair in many ways, adorning it in the prettiest way.

Anyone who didn’t know personally would say you were an airhead and a little bit dumb. It’s not your fault people talk about boring stuff that you know nothing about. The way your big doe eyes stared into the nothingness when you listened to someone talk about complex topics revealed that, in fact, there were no thoughts in that pretty head of yours. People often perceive you as someone unintelligent, when that wasn’t true at all, you are just a tiny bit slow. You consider yourself pretty successful seeing that you were in your dream college studying dentistry. You loved going to classes and socializing with people you knew in college. Making friends wasn’t a problem for you, always being a social butterfly since you were a little girl, but sadly there were girls who were mean to you, which often makes you pout to Heeseung when one of them frowns and tells you off, asking him why were they so mean and he just reassures you that they are jealous of your beauty and the fact you were able to score the hottest guy in college, which was not a lie, to be honest.

You loved Heeseung very much, even if you guys weren’t an official item you didn’t see other people and some girls in your school didn’t take that lightly. Both of you had a reputation for sleeping around but in different ways. Heeseung was known for going to parties and just fucking anyone who had a vagina, but never taking them seriously, only seeing them as one time hook-ups. While you were just known for being a hot bimbo who often liked to thank people for favors in a more fun way than usual, like for example, when Jeongin helped you fix your pc setup and you kissed his dimpled cheek and suddenly you were kissing his dick, it happens sometimes and you were fine with that. You had no shame about your sexuality, you were free to do whatever you wanted and to have sex with whoever you pleased.

Getting up from your seat in front of your big vanity, you walked to where your bunny’s cage was. Daisy was your cute bunny, a gift from a previous relationship. You petted her little head promising her cuddles and snacks when you came back. After greeting her goodbye you grabbed your things for class and made your way out of your apartment as your car keys jiggled in your hand.

Reaching campus, obviously only after getting a muffin from the local cafe, you

sighed getting mentally ready for classes. Smiling to yourself, you composed your posture while manifesting the best day you could ever have, not wanting anything or anyone to ruin the perfect mood you woke up with.

As soon as you walked in the hallway you heard people greet you, which you returned with your sweet toothy smile and a wave. Your sweet vanilla scent filled the area and the heels from your platform shoes could be heard, making people’s heads turn to you.

“Hey y/n, love the skirt!” a girl you recognized from biology class said, as she complimented you, making you smile at her and tell her a high pitched thanks in return. You kept walking as more people greeted you. Popularity wasn’t something you seeked but it was something you had, maybe a consequence of your looks or your bubbly personality, which was something people usually took advantage of. It wasn’t something that bothered you in the beginning, when you were unaware of some girls’ intentions with you when they approached you so suddenly asking to be friends with you, but soon, you realized how you were being used by them so they could get with a guy they wanted or just to try and be as popular as you were. Even so, you kept up the nice and humble personality you always had, hence why you were so known amongst students, always showing availability to help others that sometimes wasn’t given in return, making your big heart break a little.

Looking at the time on your phone, it marked 9:30am and you were relieved to see you had a lot of time until class started. You came early today to spend a little time with Heeseung, since your classes didn’t start until 11am. You made your way to the campus cafeteria that was mostly empty aside from people like you who only had classes later in the morning. You sat at a table that had two seats, since Heeseung would arrive at any moment now, knowing him he probably went to hit the gym before meeting you. You decided to distract yourself by playing games on your phone. As you were doing so, someone walked towards you, making you look up at them. In front of you was one of Heeseng’s teammates that was one year above you, one that he had warned you about, but you being you, still smiled at him.

“Hey, princess. Fancy seeing you here alone.” You cringed at the pet name he gave you that sounded different when it came from Hee’s mouth, but still you kept the smile nonetheless. “Hey, Jihoon! Yeah, it’s nice seeing you too!” You were trying your best not to sound rude, the glint in his eyes didn’t hide his intentions with you.

Flirting with guys for fun is almost a hobby for you, or an old one. Since you started your thing with Heeseung it didn’t happen that much, except in situations where you needed free drinks or discounts at your favorite make up store. Still, you know when to and not to do it and right now, it’s a case where it’s preferable if you don’t do it and it’s making you really nervous. Jihoon had a reputation for stealing other guys’ girls but never in his life did he do it to any of his teammates, especially to Heeseung. He knew it could take his spot in the team away and he worked his ass off to get where he is right now. Besides, everyone knows better than to mess with Heeseung, who was also known for giving good ass beatings when needed to, but at this moment he seemed to forget about it or just didn’t care at all.

Looking behind Jihoon you noticed his friend group seated in a table further from yours, meaning this was probably a planned encounter from their side. Jihoon’s chuckle brought you back to reality, making you look back at him.

“Couldn’t help but notice you look so pretty from afar and even prettier now that i got a closer look.”

“Thanks! I worked really hard on my makeup today.” You answered him looking up at him with your doe eyes, trying to keep up the sweet tone in your voice. Before you and Heeseung started whatever you had going on, Jihoon already claimed you as his “friend” and you did too! In your head the comments he made for you were nothing but nice compliments friends gave each other, but when Heeseung found out about it he didn’t seem happy to know and almost scolded you to stay away from him because boys like him never had good intentions with you. The sound of the cafeteria’s door opening didn’t make Jihoon look back but it made you look, praying it was finally Heeseung, and thankfully your prayers were answered as he walked in looking around, probably trying to find you. You could hear Jihoon’s voice, but you paid him no attention as you saw Heeseung’s face frown when he spotted the man in front of you. Your heart started beating a little faster, as you anticipated the possible interaction between the two men.

“Say how about you and I spend some time alone this Fri-”

Jihoon was quickly cut by the sound of a chair scraping against the ground. He looked to where it came from only to see Heeseung sitting while looking at him with a raised brow. Jihoon stood in his place, obviously not expecting to see your boyfriend, thinking you were gonna be here alone.

“I don’t think there’s anything for you to see here, so might as well make your way out and leave.”

Jihoon opened his mouth to say something but he decided it was best to not say anything for the sake of his football career. As he turned in his heels to walk away, Heeseung got up and grabbed the other man’s shoulder, leaning down to his height and muttering in his ear “I really hope this is the last time I see you talk to her or even come close to it. You and I both know better than letting this happen again, don’t we?” Jihoon’s eye slightly twitched as he shrugged Heeseung’s hand off his shoulder and walked away from where you were.

Heeseung sat back, an angry frown adorned his face. “You took too long!” You said after checking it was already 10am, as you slightly pouted at him while eating the small piece that was left from your muffin. “What did I tell you about Jihoon? I thought I had warned you about him, or did I?” From the way he was talking you could see he was not a little bit happy with the situation but it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t just be rude to him. “It’s not my fault Hee, besides he did nothing, he was just complimenting me!” Heeseung just seemed to get angrier with your answer, making a pout make its way back to your plush lips. “Y/n, how many times do i need to tell you what his intentions are, geez!” Y/n, he only called you that when he was mad. Why is he getting mad at you when it’s not your fault. You didn’t mean to get mad at him, but the way he was acting with you hurt you a little. You felt your eyes water slightly. “Look Heeseung, I know how to protect myself, I don't need you to warn me about Jihoon or anyone, besides he never did anything to me!” You felt bad talking with him like that, but you weren’t a helpless child, you were a little slow but not dumb. Heeseung’s frown deepened after hearing your words, he should be the one getting mad not you at him. “I don't want to keep having this conversation with you. I’m leaving now.” Heeseung grabbed his bag as he got up to leave. Words weren’t coming out of your mouth no matter how many times you opened it to talk and ask him to stay. As the cafeteria’s door slammed close you felt your eyes water with tears as you flinched at the sound. Pouting your lips, you started wondering why he got so mad when you did nothing wrong.

You understood he was being protective of you but it still broke your heart into pieces when his loud voice echoed back in your mind. A single tear fell from your eyes making you quickly but carefully wipe it so as to not ruin your makeup that you put extra effort in. You grabbed your mini mirror from your bag as you checked your face, smiling when it was still intact. You grabbed your stuff as you decided to text your friends to check if it was available since your class wasn’t until 40 minutes.

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“And he got really mad at me when it wasn’t even my fault!”

Chaewon and you were sitting in the benches in the open area of campus as you were telling her about this morning's events. Chaewon has been your friend since you entered college and both of you seemed to click instantly when you met at the dorm that both of you decided to move out from, getting your own apartments. You both shared everything with each other, she was your ride or die and shopping partner. She was the first one to know when Heeseung slid in your dm’s and she wasn’t so happy about it. Knowing about his reputation, she always told you to be careful afraid you might get hurt but you always reassured her that he was treating you nicely and after a year of going out with him she stopped nagging about the boy. Hearing this story, Chaewon wanted to give a I warned you type of scolding, but she held herself back seeing you teary eyed as you spoke. She let out a sigh as she put down the cereal bar she was eating.

“Look I really want to tell you that I knew this would happen but I won't. He is being a complete asshole and don’t you dare run to him, he is the one who should be apologizing and if he really likes you he will.” She grabbed your fidgeting hands as she kept talking “Besides, as much as it hurts me to admit it, in a whole year Heeseung never did anything to hurt you and even though this doesn’t justify his behavior, he probably was acting out of jealousy I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean to let it out on you.” You sighed as you looked at her slightly smiling. “Yeah I know that but he still hurt me a lot.” You said as you sniffled and held your tears back. “Anyway, class is almost starting so I’ll get going and you should too.” Chaewon said as she got up and grabbed her things, waiting for you to do the same. You bid her goodbye and made your way to where your class was.

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You had your head propped in your head as you tried to understand what the teacher was saying, but his words were nothing but background noise as you couldn’t stop thinking about Heeseung. You grabbed your pen as you started to take notes, midterms were close and you couldn’t afford to fail. As you were focused on the teacher's explanation you heard your phone buzz in your bag but ignored it and kept focusing on class. You kept writing and the buzz continued making some heads turn into your direction. You muttered an apology as you grabbed your phone to check who was texting you, seeing Heeseung’s name on your screen.

hee💘: meet me in the boy’s bathroom on the 2nd floor

hee💘: now

You kept staring at his texts not knowing what to do. Chaewon’s words were replaying in your head “don’t you dare go back to him”. You know you should ignore him, but just once wouldn’t hurt anyone, besides she doesn’t need to know about this. Putting your phone back in your bag along with the rest of your supplies, you got up quietly to not disturb anyone. You felt your hands shaking in anticipation as you walked down the hallway making your way upstairs to the second floor. Your legs felt wobbly as you felt the tight anxious feeling forming in your chest, not knowing what to expect from this encounter. You reached the second floor and looked around trying to find the way to the bathroom. As you were almost reaching your destination, you saw Heeseung from afar leaning against the wall as he scrolled through his phone. The sound of your steps getting closer made him look up just to find you looking at him with the does he adored so much, making him try his best to not melt right then and there. He put his phone away and stood straight as he looked you up and down, making you gulp, fearing he might say. Heeseung didn’t say anything as pushed you by the wrist, taking you inside the bathroom. You let your things fall to the ground, as he pushed you against the door, his hand reaching behind you to lock the door as the other made its way around your waist.

Your head was feeling fuzzy as your mind was filled with nothing but Heeseung, the electric feeling of his hands caressing your waist made your heart flutter. Your heart started beating faster as you looked in his eyes, pupils dilated and filled with lust. Your hands slowly made their way around his neck as he leaned his head down to your level. Your noses were touching and he had his forehead touching yours, a small movement would make your lips touch, but still, none of you dared to make a move as you stared into each others’ eyes.

You were the first to break eye contact as you slammed your lips against his’, not being able to hold it anymore, the tension in the air was heavy and it was making you feel like you were out of breath. Heeseung kissed you back with as much force as you did, both of your lips moving together, fitting like a puzzle piece falling in the right place. You felt one of Heeseung’s hands move down to your butt, squeezing the plump flesh there, making you gasp. He took it as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, making you leave a quiet moan inside his own mouth. His tongue moved in sync with yours, entwined and fighting for dominance. Your hands started moving as if on their own, sliding down his body until they reached his belt, pulling his hips against your own. You moaned at the feeling of his slightly hardened length, one of your hands leaving its palace from the belt and coming to his front to rub at his boner, making him hiss in your mouth.

The room was filled with sounds of your lips smacking against each other along with the sounds you both let out. Hesseung’s hand left your waist as it slowly moved down your torso towards your tight, squeezing the flesh there. His hand slid to the inside of your thigh, the feeling of his hand making your skin crawl with chills as his hand moved further, touching your clothed core, feeling the outline of your slit. His thumb applied pressure in your clit, just enough to make you pull away from the kiss, gasping for air and turning your head away from him. Heeseung started leaving kisses on your neck, reaching for the spot he knew made you crazy as he left marks along the side of it, making you moan out loud at the feeling of his lips along with his thumb on your clit.

“Already going dumb for me, huh baby?” He said as he smirked against your neck, making you hide your face in his neck in embarrassment. “Nuh-uh, don’t shy away from me now baby. Look at me, baby.” You took your face from his neck, leaning your head back against the door as you looked up at him. Heeseung smiled at you, taking both of his hands to cradle your face against his palms. “You know I love you right?” You nodded, smiling at him, as your face leaned against his touch. “And I love you, Hee, so much.” Heeseung leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, as he left a breathy chuckle. He connected your lips again, swiping his tongue against your lower lip, making you open your mouth as his tongue made its way to yours. His hands started going inside your top, moving up to your bra, as he started massaging your breasts, you started moaning inside his mouth, muffling the sounds you made.

“Hee, just take my shirt off, please.” You whined against his lips as he chuckled at your eagerness. He pulled away from your lips and pushed your shirt up, taking it off of you with ease. You pulled him to kiss you again, as his hands snaked around your back, unclasping your bra, moving it down your arms and letting it fall freely onto the floor. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, trailing down to your collarbones, marking the area, leaving trails of spit as he started kissing down to your nipples. His mouth automatically closed around your left nipple, sucking the small nub as his free hand moved to massage and pinch the other. Heeseung’s mouth was making loud wet sounds, mixing in the air with your breathy moans. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for friction, feeling your underwear stick against your core.

“Hee, please, I need more.” You whined as you twisted and turned against the door. “Please what baby, need you to be specific, angel.” He said as he moved his mouth to your other boob, a trail of spit connecting it to your now abused boob from all the biting and sucking. You whined in complaint, your brain already not functioning completely as the only thing you could think about now was how much you needed Heeseung’s cock or fingers. “Need your fingers, please Hee, just give me something.” The desperation in your voice was noticeable and Heeseung spent no time in pulling your skirt down along with your panties, leaving you naked aside from your shoes and pink lacy socks that you loved so much.

Heeseung picked you up and sat you down in one of the toilets inside the stalls. He kneeled down in front of you, putting your legs on his shoulders, giving him a perfect view of your raw and glistening cunt. He licked his lips as he looked at you, seeing the neediness in your eyes. He started kissing the inside of your thighs, alternating between licking and biting the flesh, making you whine at the pleasure the pain gave you. You felt his breath hitting your pussy, making you shiver from the feeling and shudder in anticipation. His thumbs moved to your labia, as they pushed your lips apart, fully exposing you to him.

“Hee, please, I can’t wait anymore, I beg you.” Your whines were getting louder, leaving little to the imagination of anyone who passed by. “Baby I will do anything you want, but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me?” You nodded, not being able to form coherent words even if you tried.

Heeseung finally let his mouth fall against your pussy, as his lips found their place around your clit, sucking the swollen nub, making you bite your lip to try to hold back your moans, your hands tangled in his hair, needing something to grasp onto. His tongue started making figure 8 in your nub, your toes curling at the pleasure he was giving you, your mouth fell open into an O shape as breathy moans slipped past your lips. Heeseung’s mouth left your cunt, making you whine at the loss, one of his hands making their way to your gaping hole, rubbing your entrance and slipping a finger inside with ease, thrusting it inside and out. You throw your head back in pleasure and let out a broken whine, making Heeseung’s move come to a halt. Your head coming back up as you looked at him, grinding your hips against his fingers, trying to get him to move.

“If you don’t keep it downI’ll just stop right here and take care of myself and make you watch, got it?” His threat made you gulp and nod quickly at his words. You gasped as his finger started moving again at a faster pace. “Please, more, Hee. Give me more!” Your voice came out as a whisper, feeling like if you talked louder your voice would betray you. Heeseung complied with your request as he inserted another finger inside your leaking hole. You bring your hands against your mouth, trying to muffle the noises, as you feel yourself getting closer to your high. Your walls were tightening against his fingers as you felt the knot form in your tummy. Heeseung felt that and he put his mouth back on your clit, sucking the poor nub, aiding you to reach your high faster. One of your hands made their way back in his hair, pulling the hair, feeling the knot almost bursting.

“Hee, I’m so fucking close, don’t stop. Oh, please, don’t stop.” You breathed out as your chest heaved with pleasure. Little high pitched whines started escaping your mouth, getting louder and louder as you got closer. “Fuck, Heeseung, I’m gonna cum! Shit Hee, I’m cum-” Your didn’t even get to finish your sentence as you reached your climax, arching your back away from the toilet, feeling your walls pulse aggressively around Heeseung’s fingers. He moaned as he tasted your cum against his tongue, his fingers still moving, helping you ride out your orgasm. When you got more calm, Heeseung took his fingers out, pushing them inside your mouth making you lick them clean as his mouth licked your pussy clean, making you choke on his fingers when you tried to gasp from overstimulation.

Heeseung pulled back, smirking as he looked at your fucked out state. You pulled him by his neck, slamming your lips against his, tasting yourself in his tongue. You both were moaning in the kiss, you needy more and Heeseung needing to relieve the raging boner that was pushing against his pants, almost painfully. You pulled away from the kiss, breathless and gasping for air. You looked down to his crotch seeing his boner, now more prominent and definitely rock hard. Poor baby held back this hold time, you thought.

“Hee, I want to suck you off.”

“There’s no time for that, classes are almost ending and I just want to feel your pussy right now.”

“But i wan-” Heeseung cut you off by slamming his lips against yours. You instantly fall into his touch, your hands immediately make their way inside his shirt, feeling his abs against your touch. You started to pull his shirt up, making him pull away from you to take it off of him. Your lips connected again, needy moans leaving both of your lips and your noses bumped against each other. Your hands fumbled around his thighs as you finally found his belt and started unbuckling it, undoing his button to finally push his pants down enough to reveal his boxers, both too needy to take them off completely. Your hands palmed and squeezed his cock, making him groan against your lips and roll his hips against your hand. your hands wrapped around the waistband of his underwear to pull it down, freeing his cock making it slap against his abs, staining them with pre cum. You pulled away from him to look at his cock, mouth watering at the sight before you. You never had seen such a pretty cock, curved just the perfect way, with one vein adorning the underside, going from the base to the tip. You raised your hand to wrap around the base, tightening it around his member and moving it up until it reached the tip, watching as a bead of cum spilled from his tip. You started moving your hand up and down his length, making him hiss as he threw his head back.

“Fuck baby, you’re so good for me.” He said as he looked at you, making you smile sweetly at him, feeling fuzzy on the inside as you kept your movements steady. “Shit. Baby, come here, if I don't get inside you right now I’ll go crazy.”

Heeseung picked you up once again, you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed you against the wall. Your hands were around his neck as he grabbed his cock and aligned it with your entrance.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yeah, go on.”

With your consent, Heeseung slid himself inside you with ease, a slick sound echoing in the stall as he buried himself completely inside you, making you open your mouth as a silent moan left your mouth as he put his face on the crook of your neck. He started moving at a slow pace, making you throw your head against the wall from the delicious feeling his cock gave you. His slow movements never faltered, not failing to make you squirm in his hold, but still you needed more.

“Hee, please faster.” You pleaded, needing more from him.

“You’re one needy slut, aren’t you? Always asking for more, mnh?”

Despite his words, Heeseung adjusted your position in his arms before he started slamming his hips against yours. Instantly, you hid your face in the crook of his neck to muffle the sounds that escaped your lips. The sound of his balls hitting your ass echoed in the stall and could possibly be heard by anyone standing close to the door outside. Gasps were leaving your lips, combining with Heeseungs low groans against your own neck. The squelching sound coming from your pussy was like music to Heeseung’s ears, making his dick twitch inside you, causing you to let out a loud moan. Your nails scratched down his back enough to make it bleed a little and your brain was numb from all the pleasure you had received today, feeling grateful for Heeseung and his perfect cock.

Heeseung changes his position slightly, making the tip of his cock hit the spongy spot inside you, making you clench tightly against his throbbing cock.You were bouncing up and down in his length, your tits bouncing right in front of his face, making his lean down to put on of your nipples in his mouth. The feeling of his tip repeatedly hitting that spot along with the friction his pelvis caused against your clit, made you feel the familiar knot form again, making you lean back fully against the wall as Heeseung’s thrusts started getting sloppy, meaning he was also close.

“Heeseung I’m going- fuck”

“I know, baby, me too. Cum with me, baby. Can you do that?” You nodded at his words, feeling yourself clench again. Heeseung’s hand came down to where your bodies met and he started rubbing your clit in fast motions, making you get closer to your high. Your breath started getting quicker with each thrust. Your tits bouncing with every movement you and him made.

“Fuck. Hee, I’m so close, shit!” You said as you felt your clit pulsating. “Shit, come for me baby, fuck.”

You did as he said as you felt yourself cum, gushing your essence all over his cock. Your legs were shaking and your hands were squeezing his biceps as you. His release coming right after yours, feeling his cum paint your walls, the warm liquid starting to form a white ring around his base. Heeseung moaned as you both rode out your highs, hissing from the slight overstimulation. He slowly pulled out of you, watching as your pussy filled with his cum started slowly leaking.

The post climax reality was hitting you and you felt a pang in your chest, reminding yourself that you should be mad and hurt at him. Heeseung felt the shift in your mood, knowing very well why you were feeling like this. Before he did anything, he helped you clean up, grabbing toilet paper to clean your thighs and cunt, making you hiss from how sensitive you still were, which made him whisper a small apology before he kissed your cheek. After you both were clean you picked the clothes scattered across the floor, leaving the stall you checked yourself in the mirror seeing you red and slightly sweaty, ready to make the walk of shame as you heard the bell ring just in time.

Before you could leave Heeseung grabbed your hand making you look at him.

“Um listen, you probably think I'm a jerk right now, which you have all the right to, but I want you to know that I am genuinely sorry. What I did to you was not right, I was acting out of pure jealousy but it doesn’t mean I should have let it out on you. I love you and I am sorry, angel.” He said as he looked down ashamed at himself. You smiled at him, happy that he was able to recognize his mistake. “I forgive you Heeseung, even if you hurt me a lot. What you did left me really sad and hurt, but we both know I love you too much to not forgive you. Now we should get going, everyone is leaving class.” Heeseung nodded at you grinning like an idiot in love as he bent down to your height, giving you a long peck, making you smile in the kiss.

Heeseung grabbed your hand and unlocked the door as you both made your way out. When Heeseung opened the door, he was faced with a student who just wanted to use the bathroom ,ready to push past him until he saw you behind the taller man. You looked up and smiled, waving your manicured hand at him.

“Hi Jihoon!”

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 8)

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y/ndevils00 well, we tried!

devils lose 3-4 against the kitties tonight, giving us 1-1-1 so far in the season…. i guess the guys just wanted to even it out as soon as possible 🤷‍♀️

uncle haula-way opened up the penalties with a minor for hooking in the first period! and we ended that period scoreless and down by deux.

it ended up being a pretty uneventful second period until the kittens brought it up to 3-0, followed up directly by TWO tripping penalties made by swiss alps. he’s been thoroughly punished by not only being benched in the third by lindy, but also by me.

third period was OUR period! captain swiss and the ratty cat got into a kerscuffle, which landed them both in the slut box. and despite the fact that the old bat benched my bestie for the restie number 2, we got THREE goals and nearly tied up the game! but we didn’t, so it’s kind of a moot point.

p.s. Dmitry Kulikov, count your days, bitch 🫵🔪

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jackhughes dove, you can’t OPENLY threaten players

y/ndevils00 oh. why not?

jackhughes because you could lose your job??

y/ndevils00 but.. i can still threaten them in their dm’s, right?

jackhughes no?? HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THAT?!

y/ndevils00 i feel like i should be saying no

jackhughes oh my god

nicohischier we need to do some damage control

jackhughes @/nicohischier already on it

y/ndevils00 did i do an oopsie? ☹️

jackhughes it’s okay, love. just don’t do it again, please?

dawson1417 you threatened him? for ME?! i feel so loved 🥰

y/ndevils00 AND I’D DO IT AGAIN! nobody trips my bestie but me!

dawson1417 YEAH!

dawson1417 wait what?

nicohischier you still worked the word “slut” in there but it wasn’t to describe me, so i’ll take it

y/ndevils00 i did that just to appease you, my favorite little whore 🫶

nicohischier there it is

user06 i say, let y/n threaten players!

y/ndevils00 THANK YOU! i second this!

jackhughes no

y/ndevils00 :(

nicohischier did you just call coach Ruff an “old bat” ?

y/ndevils00 yeah, and what about it?

nicohischier i-

y/ndevils00 am i WRONG??

nicohischier i’m not going to answer that

y/ndevils00 well then i know your answer! your secret is safe with me 🤫

nicohischier i DIDN’T answer??

y/ndevils00 no, but i know what it would’ve been. we have the same mind

nicohischier i strongly disagree with that

john.marino97 i didn’t get a do better tonight. are you feeling okay?

y/ndevils00 can’t talk, i’m in johnny defense mode

john.marino97 you’re in what?? what are you doing?

y/ndevils00 writing an essay

john.marino97 i’m kind of afraid to ask, but about what?

y/ndevils00 how well you were playing tonight and how you didn’t deserve to be benched

john.marino97 oh? okay? and what do you plan to do with this essay?

y/ndevils00 i just emailed it to the old man

john.marino97 you emailed it to your dad?

y/ndevils00 i thought you were supposed to be smart…

john.marino97 oh god, you sent it to lindy

y/ndevils00 i sent it to lindy!

user93 y/n may be marino’s biggest problem but she’s also his biggest defender

tmeier96 i thought the benching was bad… i think you’re gonna be in my nightmares

y/ndevils00 good. i hope that’ll remind you to behave!

tmeier96 @/jackhughes help me please

jackhughes dude, idk what you want ME to do. i can’t control her, all i can do is hope she never gets arrested

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i would never get arrested! the cops would have to catch me and they couldn’t do that

lhughes_06 y/n, you got winded walking up 6 steps. all the cops would have to do is WALK after you

jackhughes @/lhughes_06 if they tell her they have gum, she’ll come willingly

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes gum AND handcuffs? i’m sold!

jackhughes you know you’d be put INTO the handcuffs, right? you don’t get to just have them

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes oh i know 🤭

jackhughes i think we have a lot to discuss tonight

jackhughes we also need to talk about what you should and shouldn’t be putting on the internet

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Calling the Shots

Pairing: College basketball captain Yoongi x female reader

Genre: pure fluff/college au

Warnings: Seokjin is a lovable thot who kicks Yoongi out to hook up with people, pining from Yoongi, reader gets called a bitch by a rando, if I forgot anything let me know!!

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: This is part of a new series I’ve been working on for a while, and its mostly gonna come out in short pieces like this. I hope you like it :)

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Meet by the scoreboard. Is it ok if someone joins us for dinner? She’s cool, dw

Yoongi read over the text as he stepped out of the locker room, scoffing as he walked. Leave it to Jin to turn a casual after-game dinner between roommates into an event. He really only hoped the poor girl wasn’t one of Jin’s latest conquests; he was exhausted and didn’t want to spend hours in the student lounge waiting for her to leave their joined room in tears so he could finally get some sleep.

Yoongi groaned, pushing past well wishers with a tight smile as he made his way across the court to the scoreboard. He didn’t see his broad shouldered friend anywhere, but found a girl, dressed in all black with her back turned to him.

A group of guys were surrounding her as she lounged on the bleachers, looking unimpressed as they spoke to her. “Come on, sweet thing, just give me a smile,” one of them leered at her, making her roll her eyes.

“Honestly, just fuck off,” she scoffed, directing her attention back to her phone.

“Hey, I’m talking to you—“ one of them said, moving to snatch her phone out of her hands.

“She told you to fuck off,” Yoongi said blankly, grabbing the guy by his wrist, “So I suggest you fuck off.”

“Whatever man, she’s an uptight bitch anyway,” one of them huffed as they dispersed, leaving Yoongi alone with her.

“Thank you,” she beamed at him, her eyes turning into little crescents as she scrunched her nose. “That was really nice of you, I was actually super uncomfortable.”

Yoongi could feel his face heating as he stared at her; she was by far the cutest girl he’d ever seen. She looked so pretty his hands started to shake as he stared at her.

The pure apathy on her face when she’d been surrounded by the other guys had been alluring, even from a distance. But now, her presence warmed him, her smile etching itself into his brain.

“O-oh, no problem,” he smiled back, “I’m—“

“Yoongo Boongo!” Jin’s voice boomed in the nearly empty gym, cutting him off. “I see you met my little sunspot,” he grinned as he walked up to them. The girl rolled her eyes, standing up from her spot on the bleachers to let Jin envelop her in a hug.

“I told you not to call me that,” Yoongi huffed before focusing on the girl now buried in Jin’s embrace, willing his chest to unclench at their closeness. “Min Yoongi, Jin’s roommate. I’m assuming you’re the one Jin texted me about?”

She smiled prettily, reaching her hand out to him as she removed herself from Jin’s arms as she told him her name. Yoongi found himself wanting her to be tucked into him like she’d just been with Jin, but settled for her small hand warming his cold, pale one. “It’s really nice to meet you! Jinnie keeps telling me about his sourpuss roommate, but you don’t seem too bad. I think someone has been exaggerating,” she teased Jin.

“See, this is why I haven’t introduced you two,” Jin complained. “I know you’re going to gang up on me and pretend like I’m the bad guy. But here we are. And daddy’s hungry, so let’s get a move on.”

“If you ever call yourself daddy again I will actually have to kill you,” she deadpanned, glaring at Jin, and Yoongi felt his fingertips go numb in excitement for her rejection of Jin’s fuckboy charms, before turning back toward Yoongi. “I know for a fact Jinnie promised you a celebratory dinner, so let’s go and make him pay for all our food.”

“You little gremlins! You would take advantage of me like that?“ Jin shouted as she looped her arm through Yoongi’s with another bright smile, pulling him toward the exit of the gym.

Yoongi knew he’d let her drag him anywhere she wanted as long as she smiled at him like that again. “So how do you know my roommate?” He asked lamely, making his ears warm, but her bell-like laugh filled his head and replaced all the self deprecating thoughts that began to creep in on him.

“Jinnie has always been around. Our families were close growing up. He’s like a brother to me,” she beamed, not knowing how her admission made his heart race.

Yoongi knew he usually never stood a chance against Kim Seokjin, he never had when it came to girls. It didn’t matter that Yoongi was the captain of the basketball team, and most girls did find him attractive; Jin was intimidatingly handsome, hilarious, charming, and an overall genuinely nice guy. Even if girls liked Yoongi – and were able to get past his cold exterior – once they found out he was friends with the Kim Seokjin, they dropped him immediately. But here she was, telling him he had a chance.

“O-oh,” he stuttered as she leaned into his shoulder with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“Yah, you’re gonna give poor Yoongles a heart attack. He’s not used to pretty girls literally hanging off him,” Jin called from behind them, obviously texting someone as they walked across the parking lot.

“That’s a lie. He’s the captain of the basketball team and he’s gorgeous. But if other girls aren’t smart enough to see what they’re missing out on, I’m sure it’s only because you’re a whore, Seokjin,” she rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to Yoongi, face turning red at her blatant compliment. “Is he as much of a heinous thot as I think he is?”

“Absolutely. He kicks me out of our dorm to hook up with strangers and leaves me to fend for myself until they get kicked to the curb,” Yoongi laughed, making her gasp in mock outrage.

“How horrible! Next time he does that, let me know. I’ll give you a place to crash so you don’t have to wander around campus like a stray cat,” she giggled, stopping at the bold, and far too expensive, car Jin chose to drive.

“Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly, making her nod, eyes rounding as she stared up at him, blinking innocently. He felt pinned down by her gaze, internally vowing to do whatever he needed to see that same look on her face again. The absolute rapt attention on him almost made him feel faint, and strangely vulnerable. It was like she saw all the way through him, directly to the deepest parts of himself he’d chosen to hide away, and it was oddly freeing.

A shy smile tore her eyes away from his as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, “We’re friends now, Yoongi.”

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emwritesstuff · 3 months

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DYNAMO | Steve Rogers x Reader | part 5.

HYDRA has made their share of human experiments. You're just one of them. One of the least successful ones. One of the least functional ones. At least your life in the facility gave you a few things: unwavering resilience, cool(ish) superpowers and a great sense of humor. Steve Rogers would strongly disagree with that last one. A single chance encounter with him reluctantly brings you into the Avengers Compound, and you're determined to make his life as miserable as you can. Feeling's mutual.

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notes: The one where you make a bunch of probably very dumb decisions! This one has 18+ bits, marked by red dividers. MDNI. (warnings: mentions of human experimentation, health related stuff, brainwashing, cursing, smut(!!) ) (5.4K words)

5: OF MOMENTUM

Cap is waiting the second you leave the visiting room. He looks angrier than ever. It’s not like you didn’t see this coming – in fact, you’re actually shocked Fury managed to keep him at bay long enough for you to have a full conversation with Dr. Steiner.

“Before you begin your speech—”

“There is no speech. Start explaining why you went to talk to him. Alone.”

“Because, first of all, I don’t need babysitting, and second—” You round him up, now closer to the door than he is. You’re surprised he’s not actually blocking your path. “he wasn’t going to talk with anyone else! Not even Nat could make him open his mouth.”

And when Natasha fails at interrogation, well. Game’s usually lost.

He follows you along the maze of corridors as you try and find the way out.

“You do realize how this looks, don’t you? Going behind our backs and doing whatever you want is not—” As he says it you turn, getting right into his face and jamming a finger into his chest.

“Don’t you dare imply I’m teaming up with that HYDRA scum.” You hiss. “I don’t do that anymore, I told you. You’re just so used to everyone who doesn’t follow your book being labeled the bad guy that—”

“I didn’t say that. Bu you are putting everyone here in danger by—”

“I’m not! And I’m not on this goddamn madman’s side. I fled from the Brutkasten under a rain of bullets and a snowstorm! I chose to be here. Even though I know I’m ending up at the Raft at some point or another.”

There’s an ache in your chest, like a fishing hook pulling your organs down to the pit of your stomach. Steve Rogers would never trust you. You’d always be just another piece of shit he wants to wipe out from the world.

“You’re not—” Before he can make an empty promise, you walk out the main door and into the open air.

“Rogers, listen to me: I’m making the conscious choice to believe I have friends now – not you – even though I know this is all business. I know what I was part of. I know it now, but I didn’t then. They raised me to think that place was salvation.” You let out a shaky breath, crossing the cement pavement towards the helicopter Fury had arranged to bring you here. Cap’s motorcycle parked right next to it.

He’s still following you, looking at you with a heavy frown as you hop inside the transport. “I will not spend the rest of my life atoning for sins I didn’t know I was committing. But if you feel like hating me for it, go ahead. I can’t stop you. You’re Captain-Motherfucking-America, after all.”

You want to laugh at his lack of words. All you needed to get him to stop with his constant nagging was reverse verborrhage and a little oversharing. Who knew.

“But maybe not right now. You’re gonna want to meet me at the conference room when you get back. I got some potentially interesting intel.” You say, finally revealing the SD card between your fingers. “See ya, Cap.”

You slam the helicopter door right into Rogers’ face, slapping the pilot’s seat twice to signal you’re ready for take-off.

You could’ve kept this all under wraps. Could’ve said the conversation with Dr. Steiner was no dice, and opened the contents of the drive alone in your room.

Maybe you should’ve. And yet, something had truly shifted in you. This information had little to no use in your hands, and you’d have to share them with Dr. Banner anyway if you wanted anything to change in regards to your health and your powers.

Which brings you to the conference room, the entire Avengers chorus line sitting around you, waiting expectantly. You’ve already got an empty computer a malware couldn’t get anything from. Plugged the drive in. Entered the password, the obvious one.

7463000195. The same one you have under your sleeve. Easy.

He wants you to see what’s inside.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Fire it up, Sparky.” Tony earns himself a glare, and you’re about to speak when your answer walks in the door. The blonde hair slightly messy from the helmet, but you don’t spare a second glance for further detail.

“Couldn’t have given me a ride on that helicopter?”

“And you’d just leave your bike there?” Rogers shakes his head in defeat, and to celebrate, you do the honors and hit play on the video.

The only content inside the card Steiner had oh so benevolently given you.

It starts with a black screen, a location and a date.

Brutkasten. 24 März 2010.

You’re sitting on a chair inside your bedroom back at the Incubator. Baron Von Strucker is in front of you, watching as doctors and other staff fuss around. You’ve got the classic black HYDRA gear on.

There’s a bed, a small desk and bookcase. Lots of books. An old tube TV. No windows.

The date clicks. “It’s my first solo mission. I was 15 there.”

Fury nods. Steve frowns at you, and Natasha has an empathetic look on her face. You don’t dare notice anyone else.

Namen?

Asset. 7463.

Gut. Mission?

Ziehen.

“Extraction mission. In and out, invade a lab containing a serum for cell regeneration. I never seen it work on anyone when they tested it.” No one’s breathing. All you can see is yours and Strucker’s shapes on the screen now.

Wiederholen: and blood-black nothingness began to spin, a system of cells interlinked within one stem.

15-year-old you repeats dutifully after him. “What’s he doing now?” Sam asks.

You don’t answer. Hands grip your seat tightly. Shocked by the Doctor’s move.

Vernetzt. Vernetzt. Change of momentum with change of time. Noether-Theorem. Hail HYDRA.

Bereit?

You stand in the video, your hands lighting up blue, then your arms and the rest of your body. More power than you can summon now, seemingly without the pain that comes with it. Strucker claps once in satisfaction, and the video ends.

Heads turn in your direction. “That was my programming…Something like Bucky’s—”

You can see the people around shift into a defensive stance, like they’re getting ready for you to explode. You groan. “Not like that. They didn’t need to control me like that.”

It’s true. You did it all willingly. You didn’t know you had other options.

Natasha relaxes, and you could cry of gratitude “What’s it for then? Do you not remember?”

You wish you didn’t remember – but you do. You remember everything, every second, because that’s who you are. You’re sharp; your memory is sharp, your tongue is sharp, the edges of you are all sharp, and they leave you to bleed out whenever you see the numbers branded on your skin.

Covering them feels dishonest. It feels like a lie, so you wear your numbers like you wear everything else: right at the brim of your sleeve and open-faced, bared to the world, and people have to deal with it just as they have to deal with you.

“I do— it’s just… they don’t exactly tell the Assets all the reasons for their methods, you know?”

Fury takes a seat, turning the computer towards himself and playing the video again. “Maybe you could make use of it and find out.”

“No, she’s not doing that.” You sigh, surprisingly thankful fro Rogers, even though his reasons were obviously more about distrust than concern.

“In a controlled environment, of course.”

“Nick.”

You raise a hand when he tries to get Fury to shut the laptop down, getting up and closer to the big screen where the image of you is being mirrored.

It seems so… easy for her. Second-nature, like breathing.

A million questions run through your head, like what went wrong with you after that or why on Earth did Steiner want you to see this. Gave it to you on a silver platter, sure you’d come back to him. How could you harness so much energy at once? And so easily?

Is it the programming?

You access every piece of your memories you can, trying to retrieve an answer. They never told you what the words were for. Always used before missions. A similar ritual after them, during wind down.

During missions you were stellar. Flawless, unlike now. You remember most of it.

The only difference between you two is eight years and the use of the programming. When you fled HYDRA, you decided you were going to keep that part of you locked away forever and never think about it again.

The others behind you are discussing multiple theories when you speak up.

“It’s a fail-safe.” You turn around, hands shaking and bile rising up your throat. “Has to be! They put a fail-safe in me so no one could use my powers but them. The words unlock the rest of my – stuff – and make me function…”

You’re pacing, and Sam gets you to stop by grabbing the back of your t-shirt.

“Perfect, then!” Fury says, tapping his laser pointer on the table. “This solves everything. All of those side effects gone and we get a fully-functioning human taser on our roster.”

“Absolutely not.” Steve is still protesting, but your head is torn between the two choices. You want to stay here and for that you need to be useful. Fully-functioning. You also don’t want to be tied to whatever they put inside you. There’s so much pain interlaced with that.

If you keep using what HYDRA gave you, how are you ever going to be able to say you’re not a part of it anymore?

You don’t want to go back to being an asset. Being dysfunctional gave you character, as ironic as it was, like a chipped vase or a stain over otherwise pristine sheets.

“I’d rather… not do that, yeah.” You swallow, taking a seat again. Picking at your nail beds. Steve nods, and you watch his shoulders sag in slight relief. It’s not as contagious as you wish it would be.

The number of eyes on you makes your skin itch. Fury sends you a message through his one-eyed glaring – S.W.O.R.D will surely have feelings about your refusal to take the quickest route to becoming functional – the price matters too little to them.

Sliding the laptop closer, you remove the SD card after shutting everything down. “I’ll take this to Banner – see if that green brain has any brilliant ideas.” You don’t wait for their permission to leave the room, only halting when Steve calls out your name.

“Training tomorrow. Seven-sharp.” You roll your eyes. Back on schedule. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, seeing that today was a big reminder of how ingrained HYDRA was with your very being. Steve Rogers hates HYDRA. And you, who said with very big words that you weren’t going to be the one to stop him.

You mutually hate Steve Rogers.

Your mood is sourer than the entire sour patch at 7 in the morning. It doesn’t help that Bruce didn’t have any Eureka moments after listening to your theories about your programming. You don’t want to use it and you don’t want to go back to Dr. Steiner, and the feeling of being stuck makes any good spirits you have left in you shrivel and die.

Rogers is sitting at the edge of the fighting rink when you enter the gym, listening to something on his blue iPod. It looks too modern on him, but you have already teased him about carrying a Victrola around last week.

“What’s your soundtrack today? Gregorian chant?” It’s the first genre of music that comes to your head that could be traced back to the middle ages.

“Pink Floyd.” He says, removing the earbuds.

“Wow. Something about Another Brick in The Wall hitting home?”

He scowls and you smirk, but your lips curl back down pretty quickly. “Start warming up, Sparky.”

He hasn’t yet given up on the damn sparring sessions twice a week. You know his game now; he’s trying to get you to submit, so he can mold you into whatever he wants. Into a brick for the Avengers wall.

It’s safe to say you’re more sand and broken glass than you are clay - and today, like most days, you don’t mind the cuts that’ll give to his hands.

You pull a dirty move once you and Rogers have fallen into a rhythm consisting of verbal provocations and physical hits. Asking about his latest TV interview made Cap’s movements stutter. He goes on a lot of them, most go well - his charm and charisma to be credited for that - but some don’t. A lot of people like sharing with Captain America their bullshit opinions on the job only he can do.

You mention the one where he was pressed by the media about Bucky not being locked up and the risks concerning that - if it wasn’t a technical infringement of the Sokovia Accords. When you sense his concentration shift, you kick your heel up to his jaw, a flash of a grin when you hear his teeth clink.

You savor the victory until he catches his breath and gives you a side glance. “If they’re worried about Bucky, imagine what they’ll say when they hear about you.”

You’re hovering over him in an instant, snarling like a feral creature as your fist connects to the same place your heel did then. It’s almost surprising that you land the punch successfully, as if he’d let you. “I’m not a mindless killing machine.”

There’s no meaning behind your words. You never thought of Bucky this way, not after you met him here and he seemed more like a shy forest creature than a highly trained assassin. But in front of Steve Rogers, anything goes.

“I’d still trust the Winter Soldier before I trust you.”

“So being an idiot is also one of your super powers! Was that enhanced with the serum or—” Rogers manages to flip you over on the mat, face down. He presses his full body weight on you, locking one of your arms against your back and the other under you on the mat. His legs tangle with yours, barely allowing you any movement. Your shoulder starts to ache from the position.

“Get off me.” You squirm, huffing the last bit of air that was in your lungs.

“Are you going to calm down?” He gets his answer when you tell him to fuck off, and presses down harder. “I’ve had enough of bad your attitude.”

The way he nearly snarls it against your ear sends a shiver down your spine. The corners of your lips curl up at the aggression, at how he ditches the façade of the perfect, straight-spined soldier only for you. It makes you feel powerful, how you can make the marble crack so you can see the flawed human inside.

“You don’t get to say this crap - that you don’t even mean - just to get a rise out of me. What the hell is wrong with you, huh?” What the hell does he know? You try to kick his legs away, but you’re not even a bit successful. “You’re not like this with anyone else. Why me?”

“‘Cause it’s fun,” You pant, his weight on top of you only getting more overwhelming.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? To see me lose it,” He drawls, his breath tickling your neck. You squirm again, half because you want to get out of his grasp and half because of something else. “Or maybe you just like it rough…”

The heat of his body makes you feel like you’re being burned alive. You’re completely out of air now, panting helplessly under him. “I can’t…breathe,”

It’s unbearable, even after he lowers the pressure on your shoulders and you can take a deep breath in. He’s still holding you, tight, and you squirm but not to get out of it. The lack of air made your thoughts feel fuzzy.

That’s surely the reason.

Not Steve’s big, warm hand on your hip. His fingers grazing the exposed part of your lower abdomen. “Maybe you want my hand because yours alone isn’t enough.”

“Shut up.”

He chuckles. Cocky, over-confident asshole. You remember you can free the arm that’s under you and try to hit him with it, get back at him for saying that. He takes your meek punch on his bicep, then pins the guilty hand with your other.

Traitorous heat pools between your legs. You hate Steve Rogers. You hate the hand that sneaks under your pants and the way you body arches to make his access easier. You hate how he says, “One word and I’ll stop.”, and you hate how you only bite your lips in response.

Until he slips two fingers into your wetness and a moan escapes. “Damn. I knew you got off on this, dirty girl.”

“Rogers—oh,” He moves skillfully, like he’s not an old man from the 1940’s that clutches his pearls every time someone utters a curse.

But you’re not the only one who’s - although somewhat reluctantly - enjoying yourself. You can feel Steve hardening on your behind and his breath become ragged as he buries his head on the crook of your neck. The realization makes your cheeks heat with both pride and shame. “You’re not much better than me,”

It’s torture how slow he is going. His palm presses against your clit, and you bite back a moan, not ready to give in that easily. Steve is already full of himself as it is. “We’ll see about that.”

You roll your hips in response, earning a groan from him. It makes you chuckle and him curl his fingers inside of you. It’s like a fight, balanced at last.

At least that’s what you tell yourself as he plays you like his favorite instrument. The sounds that he gets from you are wet and unholy. You almost want to turn and admire the focused lines of his brow. Lips pursed in a tight line.

Kissing them would be crossing another.

No, you don’t want to get to that point.

“Look at us. This so… innapropriate. So wrong.” Steve says those words but there is no signs that he intends on stopping the sinful act. Who would’ve thought? You grin, a wild flash of teeth cutting through your flushed face.

“What would everyone think, huh, Cap?”

“No one has to know.”

You can’t help but agree - you don’t even want to think about how mortifying it would be if someone caught you. Not only in the middle of the fighting rink, but at the mercy of Steve Rogers. But it’s off your mind when he speeds up his fingers and pleasure coils on your lower belly.

“Fuck, fuck—” You’re breathless, nails digging on anything you can reach, his large hand and wrist mostly. “Steve.”

“You close, hm?” He whispers condescendingly, and your nearly cry from the humiliation as you nod yes, yes, yes. “Ask for it. Then I might let you finish.”

It’s too much. Your eyes shoot open, and you start struggling again. Now he wants you to beg for it, to fold, to submit, and it’s just too much.

Asshole. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

“No.”

Steve removes his fingers from you, still keeping his hand there as a veiled promise. Or a threat. You have to bite back a whimper at the emptiness.

“Then no deal.” The way his voice is smooth and calm makes you want to growl. “You didn’t think you’ll have it your way, did you?”

His hand releases yours and you finally turn, cunt still pulsating from being so close to your release and having it so cruelly denied. Then, you spot the volume on his sweatpants and tilt your head.

“Doesn’t seem like you have it all under control, Rogers.”

He smirks. His cheeks are flushed, and the sight would be heavenly if it wasn’t so utterly aggravating.

“I was at war for two years. Frozen for seventy.” He stands up, palming himself but acting like nothing out of ordinary is going on. “I know how to wait, sweetheart.”

Your legs feel like jelly, and there’s not much you can do except watch as Steve walks out of the gym. There’s not even enough strength in you to tell him to shove World War II up his ass.

You really, really hate Steve Rogers.

“Hello? Earth to Sparky?”

“Huh?”

“Peter here has been talking to you for like five minutes now, come on. At least answer the kid.”

You blink. This has been happening for a few days now, you being out of it. You wish it could be blamed solely on your last sparring session with Rogers last week - but your powers had been the main source of frustration in your life lately. The little control you have over them comes paired with raging migraines, fatigue, black spots, the whole package. You’ve tagged along on Nat’s mission two days ago, and it almost went badly. You’re basically useless without your abilities working properly; although your stamina and combat skills have improved greatly since moving into the compound, they stilll can’t compare to everyone else’s - and that include the bad guys you’re supposed to be fighting.

So, yes, your head has been heavy with anxiety and your throat tight with some pills you can’t swallow: S.W.O.R.D, HYDRA, and undeniably, Steve Rogers.

“Sorry. What was the question?”

Peter Parker perks up a little. “Oh! No question, Miss Sparkles, I was just saying how cool are the electrical manipulation superpowers, I mean it’s so—”

Sparkles?

“Should see how my brain tries to short-circuit every time I use them. Real cool shit.” You chuckle bitterly, and he blushes and fiddles nervously in his seat. You don’t even need to register Tony pinching the bridge of his nose to feel bad about it. “It’s pretty cool when it works I guess. Fury called me a human taser the other day.”

Tony pauses his tinkering of your suit cuffs and turns around. “Personally I am a fan of Sparky.”

“No way, you need a better name than that!” The mood shifts instantly, like a ray of sun peeking through storm clouds.

“Hey! I’m great with names. And Sparky already stuck so—”

“What do you suggest, Peter?” A second passes while he’s thinking. Then another. “Well?”

“…I’ll think of something.” Peter decides that his time is better spent going back to observing Stark work on your suit, giving some ideas on how to make it better and more functional. Tony completely vetoes giving you access to FRIDAY like they both have, claiming he doesn’t trust you not to change his alarm music to Careless Whisper. It makes you laugh, because that’s actually a great idea.

When they both become focused on their genius thing, you resort to resting your head on your arm and making one of Peter’s dead spider drones move using little sparks from your fingers. You’re almost getting it to turn on when the headache starts.

“Dammit.” You can almost hear Dr. Steiner’s laugh all the way from his cell. It doesn’t help that you accidentally overheard a conversation between Bruce and Tony after they both started researching how to fix you, or at least keep you in one piece. Something about an aneurysm. As if you needed extra confirmation that your brain is trying to explode. They were startled when you walked in, but at least now the whole keep-Sparky-in-the-dark thing is over. It’s why you’re in Tony’s lab, today, why he’s working on giving your suit more precise vital scans, energy measuring and emergency protocols.

A fail-safe of sorts.

You don’t notice as he comes closer and puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “We’ll figure it out, Sparks.”

You nod.

Although you can’t help but think that their effort is pointless - and the solution is right in front of you, held by Steiner’s grubby hands and words that resound in Baron Von Strucker’s voice.

It takes you another week and another mission that could’ve gone better for you to make your decision. Although, surprisingly, it’s not one of your bad days that settles it for you - it’s one of Bucky Barnes’.

You’re sulking after the debrief of said subpar mission. For the others, a small success. The hostages were now all being brought into safety and the terrorists neutralized. For you, a power outage that cost precious intel and 20 minutes of Fury’s classic glare on your forehead. It’s not all him, you know that much - he’s got S.W.O.R.D on his tail and your time to prove yourself to them and the United States Goverment seems to be running out.

After the fiasco, you want nothing more than peace and quiet. So when Bucky starts roaring and the sound of furniture being thrown around bursts your little bubble, you let yourself be annoyed for a minute. Then you take the elevator upstairs. Rogers is there, of course - they share the floor, and he’s already got Bucky in a headlock although a bruise seems to be forming on his cheek. You can’t bring yourself to rejoice and you don’t know what to do with yourself, proceeding to hide in a corner after Steve gives you a look and Bruce runs in with a sedative.

You feel bad for Barnes. There weren’t any casualties, except for his own dignity, the aforementioned furniture and a record player - and because you’re not any good with comfort words, you resort to coercing Sam on running to Best Buy for a record player replacement.

There’s no doubt in your mind that if Bucky had a way to switch off the malware HYDRA installed in his mind, he’d be making use of it. You figure you shouldn’t be wasting yours.

When the time for your next mission comes, you already have a game plan ready. Your words have been passed onto a little notepad, but you have the audio of Strucker’s voice at the ready. You took note of whatever you remembered from the old wind down process too, because you’ll need to come off of whatever state you’ll be at by the end.

It’s easy enough. You get into your gear, drag a chair to the center of your bedroom. Your hands are shaking furiously as you put on your earbuds and hit play on the audio. Your heartbeat roars inside your chest as you repeat the words. Until it slows down, all at once, like flicking a switch. You examine your steady hands, the anxiety from a minute ago vanished. In fact, you can’t bring yourself to feel anything, although bewilderment would be precisely what you’d be feeling when you make your hands and arms light up blue, energy flowing through you like a river.

This is good. This is great!

You don’t know why you haven’t done this before. Actually, you know why - you’ve been scared. Scared about what it would do to you, to the last bits of your soul that you’ve been holding on to so tightly ever since you learned what HYDRA wanted to do with the world. Too scared to even imagine the satisfaction on Dr. Steiner’s face. Like he won.

But he didn’t, and you’re not scared.

You’re not happy, either. You’re not… anything.

Not even Steve brings up the feelings he usually does (and that other, new thing). He has one of his eyebrows raised as you walk in and strap yourself down in a single firm motion.

“Good mornin’ to you too, Sparky.”

You know you should be annoyed right now, huffing and puffing. Your eyebrows don’t even pinch at the nickname. “Good morning, Captain.”

Your voice comes out a little too smooth and a little too robotic, but you hope Steve isn’t paying too much attention - even if he is, soon enough Nat and Sam are walking into the Quinjet and his focus on you is diluted.

You don’t feel the need to clap back at his orders and instructions as the jet lands near another HYDRA base. This one isn’t empty, at least of dozen former members have made it into a makeshift HQ. It’s more of a hunting shack than a fortress, and you’re the first to walk down the ramp, fingers already crackling.

Not even the successful mission brings you joy, with secured intel and that same dozen on their way to prison. You took five of them down yourself, only making the lights flicking a little in the process. You don’t feel pride as Fury debriefs your team, a pleased gleam in his eye.

You don’t feel anything at all.

It catches up with you as soon as you sink into an ice bath and repeats your words in reverse order. Now you remember why this process was such a struggle.

You feel like throwing up, like crying, like hitting Steve Rogers square in the jaw; you feel euphoric and proud and terrified. A migraine as a cherry on top. It’s too much.

You try your best to keep quiet.

“Is everything alright, Miss Sparky? Should I call Dr. Banner?”

You’re startled by the disembodied voice. “Fuck, no, FRIDAY. Everything’s… fine, just… go away.”

“I’ve identified sounds of distress. I need a confirmation you are well, please.”

The chattering of your teeth fills the bathroom.

“I’m peachy. Go to your… computer bedroom or whatever. Jesus.”

“Don’t hesitate to call me if you need assistance.”

Blood is roaring in your ears as your heart beats wildly and you breathe in sharp puffs of air. You basically crawl back to your bed, a naked wet mess.

Your bed.

You have a bed for another day. Another week, even.

“Miss Sparky, Tony? Seriously…”

It makes you laugh a little. Then, you cry until you fall asleep.

Two days. Two days of peace. Of wondering if your programming had reset your brain somehow, and you finally evicted Steve Rogers and his hands out of your mind.

Foolish of you think that the repressed feelings all have come and gone that night after the mission.

It hits you like a train, and has you squeezing your thighs together for friction. You try your best to focus on Weekend at Bernie’s for a good 15 minutes, to no avail. It’s like the universe is taking a piss out of you, because everyone else has left the compound for the evening, for a reason or another. Even Bucky. But you know he is home. You’ve seen the bike on the garage, the memory of him on top of it not helping your case. It’s not just because of that fatidical morning that you’re like this - it’s because of the other times, too.

Maybe you want my hand because yours alone isn’t enough.

You let out an irritated groan, kicking the blanket off your legs like a bratty child.

You already know working solo won’t work. You’ve tried. What you need is to get it done, get it - him - out of your system, so you can move on.

Goddamn you, Rogers.

“FRIDAY?” You close your eyes, shaking your head when the AI responds. “Give me Roger’s location. Now.”

“Captain Rogers is currently down at the compound gym. Boxing area.”

Of course he is.

You don’t bother dressing up - the bath robe you’re in will have to do. You don’t even put on shoes, but it doesn’t matter because the way down to the gym is mostly carpet and ceramic.

Do you know what you’re going to do when you get there and face him? No. But you’re fixing this problem here and now. You’re either kicking his ass or… good lord. No matter. You’ve held on long enough, and your torment ends today.

He looks away from the punching bag when you slide the door open, raising his eyebrows as you march up to him.

“Can I help you?”

Yes. You can help by undoing whatever you did to me with those hands, dammit.

He’s panting from his workout, shirt clinging to his body. His eyes roam yours, a bit too exposed now from the knot of your robe loosening up.

“We have… unfinished business.”

Steve smirks. He steps towards you, and he’s so… tall. Overpowering, like looking up at a marble statue in a museum. It takes everything on you not to run away.

No. This ends today. You’re having it your way.

“And what am I supposed to do about that, darlin’?”

Jesus H. Christ.

Get it together.

You’re not sure if you want to punch him in that stupid pretty face or—

“Start by shutting the fuck up, Rogers.”

Or grab him by the collar and slam your lips onto his.

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It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 3

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. Cursing, mentions of sex and private parts. This is some time after Steve jogs next to Sam. Soft Sam, fluff. Non-inclusive language, mentions of emotionally abusive family, caregiver, burdens, ill family members. Lots of fluff, dash of angst.

Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Sam made you eat your words as Steve does swing by the VA and you have to hold up your end of the bet.

Word Count: 5,256k

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A/N: Yeah...this ended up on the long side. Rare of me, but I hope it flows and that you melt like I did reading it. Writing about him has...made me love him even more? I've never been to DC, so don't shoot me. Don't forget to take breaks and hydrate! Ik the gif isn't from the movie, but this is a really silly Sam. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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“Excuse me, do you know where I can find Sam Wilson?”

You looked up from this week’s schedule with a polite smile on your lips. Your eyes shuttered as you took in the man before you. Your smile dropped.

“You’re…”

“Steve Rogers,” the man said. He held out his hand to you. You continued to stare at the man. The videos didn’t do him justice. He was handsome in the classic American kind of way. His hair was short, he had a boyish grin, and clear blue eyes. He wore a dark jacket and white shirt.

And holy hell…the muscles. “Well, fancy seeing Captain America here.” Ariel rolled her chair closer to the front and took Captain America’s hand. She held on a second too long and a faint blush crossed his cheeks.

“Please, just Steve.” He swung his hand to you and Ariel nudged you with her elbow.

“Right. Hi, Mr. Rogers.” You shook his hand and mentally kicked yourself from here to Egypt. You were going to smack Sam when you saw him. He set yo ass up. And you fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

“Steve, please. Please,” he said with a chuckle.

“Sam’s in the middle of a meeting. If you’d like, I can tell him you’re here,” you said.

“No, thank you. I’d actually like to catch some of it, if that’s okay?” Steve asked.

You nodded and giggled. Like a teenager. Get a grip. You told him the room that Sam works out of and Steve thanked you. Ariel eyed him up and down and waved to him.

“Thank you. For everything you did for New York,” you managed to eke out. You had no idea what his life was like but from all the dozens of documentaries floating out there, it wasn’t every day that you actually got to meet a real life superhero.

People were still on the fence about superheroes. Some thought they were a government conspiracy. Some thought they were unnecessary. And there was only so much arguing with online trolls you could do. If it weren’t for these superheroes, the world would be bowing to that Loki guy and those freakish aliens.

You thought of your mom and her growing paranoia. It was so bad, she stopped leaving the house. You couldn’t fathom her having to see them every day or being under their control.

“Team effort, wasn’t all me. But thank you,” Steve said. He smiled with that boyish grin and took off down the hall towards Sam’s meeting room.

“Hm, I just want that white boy to pick me up and throw me across the room. I’d say thank you,” Ariel sighed. You laughed and smacked her arm. “Shut up.”

Ariel leveled you with a shit-eating grin. She slid along the desk until she was in your personal space. “Soo, what are you wearing to your date with Sam?”

You groaned and plopped your head on the desk. “I’m so dumb. Why did I agree to that bet?” You kicked your feet under the desk.

“Because you like that man. And you wanted to go. I don’t know why you keep actin’ like you don’t.”

Now it was your turn to level a glare at Ariel. “I would love to go out with Sam. But my family…”

“Your family nothing. What, you’re gonna wait on them hand and foot? At some point, they have to let you grow up.”

You pursed your lips. Ariel had heard every complaint and incident involving your family. So she knew the whole sordid affair just like you knew her feelings on the matter. She thought that you should just move out and to hell with all of them.

But you weren’t built like that. Behind all the gaslighting, the toxicity, and narcissism, there was a kernel of love there. You couldn’t tell your Dad that you couldn’t take him to his appointments. You couldn’t tell your mom that you refused to run errands for her since she can’t go outside anymore. Your siblings were in school. If you didn’t take them, who would?

It was unfair that the burden was all on you. There were times when you went to bed crying your eyes out. Every morning, you got up and squared your back and handled business. For right now, there was no alternative so it was pointless arguing with Ariel when she would only tell you the same thing.

She was your best friend, but she reacted so strongly to anything involving your family. After a while, it was easier to stop bringing them up.

Both of you returned to your work. You idly gossiped about how Sam knew Steve. If he said they went jogging, then he wasn’t such a liar after all. You’d pay good money to see Sam jog near Steve, a whole super soldier.

Hell, you just wanted to see Sam jog, let’s be a little honest. You daydreamed for the next hour or so until the sound of Ariel’s chair rolling caught your attention. You swiveled to face her.

She half stood and half squatted as she looked down the hallway. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“They’re done with the meeting. Sam’s talking to Steve right now,” she whispered, even though Sam’s room was a ways down the hall.

Not one to be left out, you mirrored Ariel’s pose and caught a glimpse of Sam and Steve talking in the hallway. Sam wore a blue and gray plaid shirt, open at the collar, and a white tee underneath. He also wore khaki pants. You had teased him relentlessly about his old man way of dressing. He merely struck a pose and said he knew he looked good.

Your lips curved into a smile at the thought. That boy was goofy as hell. You often caught yourself smiling over something he said or did while you talked during your coffee runs.

As you watched, their conversation seemed more on the serious side. Captain America was right there, but your eyes kept drifting over Sam and the way he filled out the outfit. Damn him. He did look good.

Sam shook Steve’s hand before Steve left with a final wave down the hall. You and Ariel sat down with soft giggles at being caught. Whistling drew your attention back over the counter as Sam floated into view with an annoying grin on his face.

“Well, well, well,” he said.

You lasted two seconds before breaking out into a laugh. You stood up and leaned over the counter.

“That was a set up and you led me right to it,” you said.

He shrugged with a sugary sweet smile. “I merely used all of my hard earned battle training to my advantage. Never enter a bet you aren’t sure of winning,” he said.

“Then you’ve clearly never had a wild night in Vegas,” Ariel piped in.

“I’ve had a couple,” Sam said.

“Naw. The stories I could tell about me and–” You glared at Ariel and silently dared her to say another word.

“Oh, wait, wait. You get down like that?” Sam matched your pose and brought his face closer to you. It was the closest you two had ever been and your eyes flicked to his lips before you remembered yourself.

“Not telling. And neither is Ariel,” you said.

Sam groaned and tilted his head. “Just one story?” He gave you an adorable pout and you laughed.

“No! What happens in Vegas…”

He sighed dramatically. “You’re no fun. So what time should I pick you up tonight?” He asked.

“Tonight? That’s not enough notice!” Mild panic rushed through you. You had to pick up your siblings, make sure everyone had dinner, and make sure your mom actually took her meds. Then, you had to find an outfit and get dolled up and…

“Hey, hey, I was kidding,” Sam said. He reached out and patted your hand. You turned your head away and took a few deep breaths. He squeezed your hand in short bursts until you looked at him.

“I’m sorry. It was a dumb joke. When can I take you out?”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one that’s sorry. I…I do better when I have advanced notice for things,” you admitted.

Sam nodded. “I can work with that. Is Friday okay? Or do you need to check your schedule and rearrange your other dates?”

You laughed and tapped his arm. “Shut up. Friday is fine, Sam.” You smiled at him, hoping he’d forget all about your mini freak out. He eyed you as if he didn’t but smiled and nodded.

“Friday it is. Wear something comfortable,” he said.

You squinted at him. “Where are you taking me?” You asked.

“And spoil the surprise? Not a chance. I’m gonna get this right, don’t you worry,” he said with a smirk.

You wanted to challenge him on it. However, a bet was a bet and you always kept your word. Sam hadn’t let you down so far and there was no reason to keep giving him the third degree.

“I’m really looking forward to it,” you said.

Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ariel. “You didn’t tell her to say that to put me out of my misery, did you?”

Ariel threw up her hands. She wasn’t even trying to pretend that she hadn’t been paying attention this entire time. You supposed it was better than having to rehash it all.

“That’s all her. I’m sure Captain America finally convinced her to give you a shot,” she said.

“He did not!” You laughed. Sam laughed with you.

“I mean…have you seen him?” Sam joked, making Ariel and you laugh.

You slapped his arm again. “You have serious issues. I hope you know that,” you told him.

“Nope, I just got a date with the most gorgeous woman in all of DC. Nothin’ can bring me down right now,” he said. He rapped his knuckles against the counter and walked backwards. He smirked and bowed his head before turning around and heading back to his meeting room.

You stood there, frozen, your mouth slightly agape. That…

“Girl, you need to get under that man and lock it down,” Ariel said.

Her voice saved you from having to think about what he just said. You knew you were gorgeous. But to hear him say it with his deep voice just turned you into a puddle.

You sat down in your seat. His words replayed over and over in your head. You had a date with Sam Wilson. Who had that on their bingo card, show of hands?

***

Friday night arrived and you were a ball of nerves. You wore a navy babydoll tee, leggings, and sandals. It was appropriate for a date and still sexy. The babydoll tee had a low neckline, giving a little peek at your boobs. You didn’t know if you’d sleep with Sam tonight, but the night was young.

You paced in the living room and wrung your hands. Your siblings were squared away, eating their dinner to rising protests about how they weren’t babies. Your dad was left snoozing in front of the TV and his legs up on the recliner. And your mom…paced with you and asked you a million questions about Sam.

“Are you sure he isn’t an alien?” She asked.

“As much as I can be. I’m not a doctor,” you said.

“Where did you meet him?”

“At work, mom.” You tried to keep the annoyance out of your voice. She had a serious condition that everyone was doing their damndest to accommodate. At the same time, you wished someone would accommodate you for once. You hadn’t been out on a date in…you didn’t want to think about how long.

On the off chance that you recognized someone was trying to ask you out, you made excuse after excuse. You didn’t want the extra drama. You didn’t want to…well, be in this exact situation with your mom breathing down your neck and making your own anxiety worse.

All day, your stomach had been in painful knots. You’d talked yourself out of going a million times. But yesterday, on your coffee run with Sam, he asked for your number. You gave it and he had been just as sweet over text as he was in person. You worried that you’d run out of things to talk about. That was impossible with Sam. He made sitting in bumper to bumper traffic sound interesting.

Blessedly, the doorbell rang. Your mom squealed and headed for the dining room with your siblings. They knew the drill. They started to engage her in conversation until she stopped focusing on you and answered their questions. They were little shits, but they were yours.

You went to the front door and took a deep breath. You opened it to find Sam standing there wearing a dark gray Henley, a mocha leather jacket, dark jeans, and sneakers. He looked scrumptious. With a fresh haircut and his goatee trimmed.

He looked you up and down with equal scrutiny and he smiled. “You look amazing,” he said.

“Not so bad yourself. I see you trying to step it up,” you said.

Per his usual, he struck a pose and chuckled. “Had to show out a little bit. As much as I definitely want you to stay perfect, you’re gonna need a jacket. A real one. Nothin’ like a sweater or those half-sweaters ya’ll be wearing,” he said.

You laughed and shook your head. On the wall by the door, there was a hook with jackets and sweaters that you wore all the time. You grabbed a heavy black hoodie that still went with your outfit.

“Is that going to work for this mystery date?” You asked.

He reached out and felt it. “It’ll do. Ready?” He asked.

You nodded and locked up behind you. Before long, you were in his car and heading…somewhere. He refused to tell you where. You grew up here so you tried to guess with each stop and turn that he made.

“Is it a rooftop bar?” You asked, thinking of the various hotels that had attractions inside.

He chuckled. “No, stop guessing,” he said. You watched him as he drove. It was so…sexy. One of those things that shouldn’t be. Most adults drove. You drove. There was something incredibly hot about watching a man drive one-handed, his other hand on his thigh, and his eyes trained on the idiots in traffic.

Sam made it look powerful and engaging. “I got something on my face?” He asked.

You laughed to cover up your embarrassment at being caught staring. “Yeah, it’s sort of around your mouth,” you said.

Sam patted his face and looked in the rearview mirror. He came to a stop at a red light and checked again. “I don’t see anything,” he said. He looked to you for help and you rolled your lips inwards to keep from laughing.

“Oh…sorry. It’s just your mustache,” you said.

Sam’s face dropped for a split second and then he laughed. “Oh, I see we got jokes,” he said.

On green, he continued forward and you laughed. “You kinda walked into it,” you said.

Sam nodded and poked your leg. “We’ll see who’s laughing more later on tonight,” he said. You poked him in the arm. It was like poking a bag full of quarters. He was deceptively buff.

You joked more as Sam pulled into a parking garage in Georgetown. “The Waterfront?” You asked with an excited squeal. He chuckled at your enthusiasm. “Surprise!”

You laughed as he pulled in and found a parking spot. You both got out and he offered his arm. You shook your head as you placed your hand around it. He guided you to a restaurant you’d never been to before.

“I didn’t know this was here,” you said.

He shrugged. “I know some things. Better stick with me,” he said. He smiled at you and there it was again. That sense of familiarity. As if you could imagine this over and over and never get sick of it. You pulled your gaze away from his. This was something breezy and casual. Unfortunately, that was all you could offer.

The thought of your family dimmed your smile. As wonderful as Sam was, there was no way in hell you were asking him to deal with them. They were your cross to bear. He’d find someone else, someone with less baggage to love on him and hold him.

Acid boiled in your gut at the thought of Sam taking someone else out to dinner. At the thought of their hands on him. It stole your breath, robbed you of any clear thought.

“Hey, where’d you go? You okay?” Sam asked. He nudged you and moved to get out of line. You stopped him. He planned a beautiful evening and you wanted to see it. You wanted to see it with him.

“I’m fine. Promise. Where’d you hear about this place?” You smiled at him but he only frowned.

“If you’re not feeling well, I can take you home. There’s no pressure here,” he said.

You sighed. Damn the man. “Sam, if you don’t buy me dinner, I’ll tell Ariel you were very rude on our date,” you said.

The fake betrayal on his face made you laugh. “You would sic Ariel on me?”

You nodded. “Sure would. In a heartbeat,” you said.

Sam gave you a fake hurt look and approached the host. He had called ahead and made a reservation. The host was a short, spunky dude with greased hair and a practiced fake smile. He waved for a waiter to come by and show you to your seat.

The restaurant was tasteful and warm. It had intimate lighting but it wasn’t so low that you couldn’t see the other person right next to you. The atmosphere was inviting. The waiter led the both of you out onto the patio area with a perfect view of the sunset over the harbor.

“Sam, this is gorgeous!” You furiously whispered to him as he held your seat out. Once you sat down, he took his own seat. The waiter handed you both menus and asked if you wanted anything to drink. Sam took a light beer, his only one as a promise, and you got a glass of wine.

“I wanted tonight to be special. Don’t expect this all the time. This is just to sucker you in,” he said.

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Shut up. This is really wild. Did you really plan this?”

“Okay, maybe a little help from my sister. I can’t take all the credit. Can’t let me have one, can you?” He teased.

“Not a one,” you said and laughed.

You talked all throughout the night. Conversation with Sam was so easy. You asked him about growing up in Louisiana and what’s the biggest critter he’d ever seen. You asked him about his parents running the fishing business together and why he joined the military.

He asked you about your family and you told him most of the good stuff. You told him about the shenanigans they got into and what your dad did for a living. As for your mom, well, she primarily worked from home. It was a tiny, white lie that you felt horrible about. Sam was always so honest. But it was too much to dump on someone.

The sun lazily dipped below the horizon beside you. You knew now why he insisted on a jacket. The breeze from the harbor was bitter but enjoyable. He stopped after one beer like he promised. You stopped after two glasses. You didn’t want to get sloppy wine-drunk.

That’d be embarrassing. If he was going to see you wasted, it might as well be on Tequila when you’d really let loose. You wondered what he’d be like drunk. If he ever got drunk.

“I’ve been drunk, I’m not a saint,” he said with a chuckle, as your dinner drew to a close. The food was criminally delicious. Sam told you about an ice cream shop that stayed open late if you were open to dessert later.

You didn’t want the night to end either. So while you waited for the check, Sam sipped on water. “Trust me, we got pretty wild overseas on deployment. There’s nothing to do but fight and try to forget,” he said.

“You saw his mouth turn down at the corners. Sore subject. So you pivoted. “Wild, huh? Like stealing humvees and doing takeovers?”

He laughed so loud that the people around you gave you disapproving looks. Sam apologized and waved to everyone. “You’re gonna get us in trouble!”

“Me!” You waved him off. “I’m not the one who tried to make me snort while I was drinking,” you said.

He raised his hands in surrender and smirked. “I can’t help it if I’m hilarious,” he said.

“As long as your ego is well in hand,” you said.

He shrugged. Damn the man. “To your earlier point, no, we didn’t do takeovers. But we got into stuff. Pranks, teasing, we would play ball with the local kids. It was fun sometimes,” he said.

“Anything to pass the time over there. I know nothing about it, so I can’t speak on it,” you said.

“It’s alright. It was like a fucked up version of summer camp. Except summer never ends so it’s always hot as hell and you’re just trying to survive the day,” he said. “But enough about that. I have to hear about these wild and unchaperoned Vegas trips you took with Ariel.”

You covered your mouth to keep from laughing too loud. The waiter came by, saving you from having to talk. Your shoulders shook with quiet laughter and Sam took the check. He tilted it towards you.

“Not gonna try and reach for the bill?” He asked with a smirk.

“Okay, smartass,” you said. He chuckled and took his card out of his wallet. He signed it and handed it to the waiter. “So…Vegas?”

“You couldn’t pay me to get that information,” you said.

“It must’ve been something freaky,” he said.

You tossed your napkin at him and he caught it with a laugh. The waiter came back and wished you a good night. Sam led you out of the restaurant. “You’re gonna have to roll me out of the car,” you said. You rubbed your belly and Sam laughed.

“I’m stuffed too. Let’s walk it off,” he said. He held his hand out for yours. You took it with a grimace. “You’re not gonna make me into a jogging partner or anything right? I hate running,” you said.

“I promise to keep my jogging to myself,” he said and chuckled. Together, you walked up and down the boardwalk next to the harbor. Lights from the Waterfront stretched out over the water and people milled around you. Conversation flowed well. You learned so much about his childhood and his sister. He lamented the fact that he didn’t get home as often as he wanted to. Counseling wasn’t completely demanding but he also didn’t want to pass it off to someone else.

“I formed a good group of people. I want them to know I’m there,” he said.

“People love you, Sam. They love attending your meetings. But you know that it’s okay to take breaks and vacations right?”

“I know. I left Louisiana and just haven’t looked back. I love it there, but there’s so much world to see, you know? Food to try. Pretty girls to flirt with,” he said.

You rolled your eyes to keep from grinning so hard. “And you’re not even shameless about it,” you said.

“How can I be?” He gave you a pointed look. He winked and opened the door to the ice cream shop. You both got different flavors and took a tiny piece from each other’s cup. You walked back outside. The boardwalk was starting to wind down.

You walked and ate. You were proud that you hadn’t spilled anything on you. Sam was still a ball of energy, talking and telling you more stories. He was full of them. It was like he collected them from every person he met.

As you walked to the car and finished up your ice cream, you gave him a side eye. “So I have to know…Captain America? Really?”

Sam chuckled. “Hey, all I did was jog. He chose a new spot that day and passed me like a million times. No, he's a solid dude. Just…regular,” he said. “Well, regular and he can whup alien ass,” he said and laughed.

“I don’t think it’s easy for him to be in our time. When he went into the ice, we were at war with the Nazis. When he came out of it, suddenly there’s internet and TV shows, and everyone’s got a car. It’s a lot,” Sam said.

You nodded. “I’m glad he has you. Everyone needs a Sam in their life, it’s kind of the requirement if that’s your name,” you said.

“How you figure?” He asked.

“Lord of the Rings, Supernatural, Game of Thrones…” you listed off. Sam stopped walking and stared at you.

“Don’t tell me you’re a nerd,” he said. He made ‘nerd’ sound so dirty. You opened your mouth to argue from here until kingdom come about how awesome being a nerd was before you saw him fighting a smile.

“You get on my nerves!” You said. He laughed and you threw away your ice cream cups. Even after eating that and being out in the harbor, Sam’s hand was warm as he grabbed yours. You smiled and put your head on his shoulder.

“This was amazing, Sam,” you said as you walked to the car.

“I’m very glad,” he said. He put his head next to yours before letting you go and opening the car door for you.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” you said. He shrugged. “I like doing it,” he said.

You slid into the car. Your nerves were shot. You know he didn’t expect anything from you, but you also promised your mom that you wouldn’t be too late. You knew that no amount of coaxing from your siblings would get her to settle down. She would stay up until every member of her flock was at home.

She wasn’t that bad, most nights. But it had been too long since you went on a date. Sam slipped into the car and backed out. “Back to your place, right?”

You smiled. Damn the man. He seemed to pick up on your thoughts as if he could read them. You squinted at him. You can’t actually read my mind, can you?

“If you say my goatee is on my face again, we’re gonna have a problem,” he said and chuckled.

Okay, couldn’t read your mind. You laughed. “My place is good, thank you.”

You talked more on the way back to your place. The itis was starting to hit you and you yawned. Sam chuckled. “Almost there,” he said.

He pulled onto your street. All the carefree fun you had soured in your gut. You didn’t want to return to the hellhole. Some wispy part of you wished Sam would keep driving and kidnap you, take you far, far away.

Fairytales didn’t happen in real life. Even lives filled with gods and aliens. And not for Black girls who had to grow up too fast.

Sam pulled up to the curb. The porch light was on. You were sure your mom was somewhere in the house, listening and waiting for you to open the door. You stared out of the window and mentally rallied your patience.

“Hey, I want you to know that you can always talk to me. It’s not that I demand to know everything up front, but I can tell when you’re holding something back. I’d rather you tell me that you don’t want to share something than feel like you have to hide it or lie to me,” he said.

You smiled at him. “My home life is really insane. I don’t want to get into something deeper if it’ll end up being too much for you. My family will always require more of my focus,” you said.

Sam nodded. “I’m not asking you to choose between me and your family. I’m asking for a chance to decide that for myself. I can’t do that without all of the facts.”

He was right. You knew he was right. It wasn’t fair to keep all of the cards and blame him for not being able to play. “It’s a lot. Can I swear to tell you in chunks?”

“I can work with that. So, that means I get a second date?” He asked and waggled his eyebrows.

“Boy, bye,” you said and chuckled. “But yes. Safe to say I want to go on a second date with you,” you said.

He nodded and got out of the car. He came around and opened the door for you. It was pointless fighting him on it at this point. He was just going to find a sneakier, faster way to do it. While it would be hilarious to see him scurry around the car to open the door for you, it was much easier to let him be a gentleman. And it was lowkey really nice.

You got out and Sam took your hand. He walked you to the door like a proper gentleman. At the door, Sam faced you. “I had a really good time with you. And I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. That’s all I want,” he said.

You stepped closer. “Just shut up and kiss me already,” you said.

Sam chuckled before getting closer and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It was practically chaste. But then he smiled against your lips and kissed you like he meant it. He pressed his lips more firmly against yours.

He licked your bottom lip and you gasped. He slipped his tongue inside and cupped the back of your head. You melted against him and he held you up, taking the kiss from you. You followed his lead as he explored your mouth with his. The kiss felt magical. So magical that your panties grew damp.

You didn’t know how much time passed by before you broke apart, needing air. “Damn,” you said on a sigh.

Sam chuckled. He placed his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. He smelled faintly like the ice cream he had. “I’m gonna be counting the days until I can do that again,” he said.

“Don’t wait too long,” you said.

He chuckled and kissed you again. “You better get in the house before I embarrass myself,” he said.

You chuckled and kissed him one more time for the road. You unlocked the door and went inside with a tiny wave. He nodded. You closed the door and locked it and knocked on the door. He knocked back.

You heard the car door slam shut and then the driver’s side open and shut. The car turned over. You rested your back against the door, grinning like an idiot. You were glad that the house was dark so no one would catch the little dance you did.

As far as first dates went, he knocked it out of the park and you couldn’t wait for the second one.

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ellafushiguro · 3 days

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“Not bad…” Chapter 1

(Links to: Prologue & Chapters 2 & 3)

Your morning routine consists of waking up at 4:00am, laying in bed just staring at the wall for 30 minutes trying to wake up, contemplating your life and all the choices you’ve ever made that led you to here and now, then finally getting up to take a shower and getting yourself ready for work. By 6:00am, you finish zipping the back of your skirt up, giving yourself one last look in the mirror making sure your ponytail is perfectly slicked back and checking for any wrinkles you might’ve missed on your white blouse, before grabbing your Scouts jacket and brown leather work satchel as you walk out the door of your room.

You reach the hallway to the mess hall after going down a few flights of stairs, only to bump into Section Commander Hange. “Oh! Goodmorning Y/N! You’re looking lovely this morning as always! Are you off to have breakfast?” Hange chirps. You often wonder how she can be in such a cheerful mood every single morning. It’s been about 3 months now since you transferred to the Survey Corps, and you haven’t seen her in any other mood. Most of the Scouts are surprisingly alot friendlier than any of the MP’s you’ve ever worked with. This is gonna take a while to get used to, you thought to yourself. “Goodmorning Hange, yes I am. Would you care to join me?” You ask. “Great minds think alike! I heard they’re serving something called pancakes? It’s new. Apparently they’re kinda sweet!” She says as she hooks her right arm into your left one, practically dragging your short legs to your destination. You two have gotten quite close in the 3 months you’ve been here. As extroverted as she is, you don’t mind her company at all.

You and Hange find open seats next to a group of young familiar faces:

Armin: the smart blonde.

Eren: the kid who always throws rage fits, and is apparently a titan.

Mikasa: the chill, but can still kick your ass, girl.

Connie: nice kid but a little random sometimes.

Jean: you don’t see why everyone calls him “horse-face”, he’s actually quite handsome.

Bertoldt: the shy tall guy.

Reiner: the group's big brother. He reminds you of a giant teddy bear.

Krista: the group's sweet little sister.

Ymir: kinda like Mikasa, except the only difference is Mikasa actually has a filter.

And lastly, Sasha: Girl eats like it’s her last day on earth… which you don’t blame her for… being in this job field and all.

“Goodmorning Section Commander, Lt (Lieutenant)!” The whole table greets you both with sleepy smiles & a salute. You both nod & everyone sits back down.

“Hey Lt! You never updated us on what happened when you served Captain Levi tea on your first day!” Eren says. “Ohh righttt, totally forgot you pulled that.. a little daredevil aren’t ya Lt hah!” Reiner says with a smirk, nudging you with his elbow. They all look at you with wide eyes, waiting for your response. “Right, sorry! You guys have been so busy lately, I didn’t want to bother you all. I completely forgot about it. But umm.. it wasn’t what I was expecting. I thought you guys said he was an asshole? You guys made it seem like he was gonna throw a tea cup at me or something.” The group looks at each other confused. “So… he didn’t?…” Jean asks with one eyebrow raised. “…No?” You responded, raising an eyebrow back at him. “Well what did he say?!” Sasha exclaims, mouth full of pancake. “W-well at first nothing. He drank the tea and went on with his work. The next day, I brought his lunch to his office, and he offered me some tea that HE brewed. It was pretty good but I prefer my tea with a little bit of honey and- “ You were cut off by Krista, “HE WHAAAAAT!?” Jolting from her seat and slamming her hands on the table, excitement in her eyes. You jump a little in surprise, and a bit in confusion. “Maybe it’s cuz of your uniform. You got the whole sexy secretary look to ya.” Hange chimes in, wiggling her eyebrows. “M-my skirt?” You look down at your outfit. “Yes ma’am. And your shirt seems kinda tight. Or maybe you just have some nice melons on ya? The buttons look like they’re going to pop off any second. Must be nice.” Ymir winks, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. You look around the table, all the boys had deep red cheeks, trying not to make eye contact with you. Awkward. You pull your Scouts jacket a little tighter around your front, “O-oh well I- “ Again getting cut off by Krista, “You guys! He made her a cup of HIS tea. HIS tea!!!” They all burst into debate, trying to top the other about why the Captain didn’t react the way they thought he normally would, completely ignoring Krista. “I guess this is our que to leave now, once you get these kids goin it’ll never end.” Hange whispers. It’s almost 7:00am anyway, time to bring Captain his morning tea.

“You finally decided to show up, eh.” Levi says while scribbling on a document. His voice as emotionless as ever, so you can’t really tell whether he’s being sarcastic or if he’s actually serious. You continue walking towards his desk, holding a tray with his favorite tea set. So much confusion this morning. This is the usual time you would come in, you thought. Now that you think about it, maybe the reason he hasn’t said anything mean to you so far is because you don’t question him or talk back? You do every thing he asks. You do it all perfectly and in a timely, organized matter. I mean you ARE his assistant after all, you’re just doing your job. You decide to test the waters, “what ever do you mean, this is the usual time I always come in, sir” you say sarcastically with a tiny hint of attitude, not wanting to take it too far… yet. You look at him with a smirk. Already regretting it. Setting down the tray on his desk in front of him, handing him a cup. You pour tea in it, waiting for his response. He’s quiet for a minute, just two steel gray eyes glaring into your soul. Ah crap here it comes. You’re face-palming yourself over and over in your head. You turn your back to him, moving the tea tray to the mid-sized coffee table that’s placed in the middle of his office, squeezing your eyes shut. He sighs, “guess I lost track of the time again.” You open your eyes, again confused. You turn to look at him, “sir?” He rubs his temples, “I haven’t slept” he admits. You see it now, the dark circles around his eyes. You hear it in his voice. “Would you like to take a nap sir? I can handle the paperwork” you offer, feeling slightly guilty for trying to challenge his tired self a few seconds ago. “No I’ll be fi-“ he starts, but you cut him off, “it’s really not a problem sir, I’m happy to do it for you! As long as you get some rest, I’m happy to take the load. That’s what you have me for.” He looks at you with his usual stoic expression but to your surprise, he doesn’t put up a fight, “fine.” He accepts defeat. “Make sure these all get to Erwin’s office by noon. I’m counting on you.” He says as he makes his way to his connected bedroom. “Yes sir of course.” You say, taking a seat in his chair. Your morning mission has begun.

A couple hours later, you’ve finished all the paperwork that Captain Levi left to you and had already sent them all to Commander Erwin’s office. Your stomach grumbles just in time for lunch. As you start walking towards the door to leave Levi’s office, you were stopped dead in your tracks. Bumping into a hard surface, you look up to see a rested, but still not rested enough, Captain Levi coming out of his room. “Sorry Captain, I wasn't expecting you to be up just yet. Did the few hours of sleep help?” You ask, slight concern in your voice. “I’m fine. Did you finish?” He asks, looking over at his now empty desk. “Yes sir, I actually just got back from dropping them off. I’m about to go get some lunch now. Do you want me to bring you anything?” You offer. “It’s fine. I’ll go with you. Maybe you can show me how you prepare our tea.” He says, following behind you out of his office. Our tea?

You both walk into the mess hall and go to stand in line. Levi puts one hand on your lower back and sticks out his other hand, gesturing ‘ladies first’. Yeah, I definitely don’t understand what those kids were talking about. Him? Cold? He seems perfectly normal to me. A bit stern and serious, but that’s with all military officers… except for Hange. “Did you see that?” You hear from somewhere in the crowd of faces. Instead of turning around to face them, you look up at Levi who’s already looking at you. You wonder if he heard the same thing. “Something the matter Y/N?” He asks. You shudder, no one but Hange has called you by your first name in years. Caught off guard, you avert your gaze somewhere straight ahead, “no sir”. You can feel your cheeks getting hot. You can still feel his eyes on you. You didn’t think he even knew your name, or even cared to remember it for that matter. It’s not like you were out on the field risking your life, you were in the safety of his office. And so you thought, because of that, he always just called you Lt. So why are you blushing? All he said was your damn name!

You both make your way to an unoccupied table, Levi still following close behind you. “Here, I got you one of those Snickerdoodle cookies or whatever. They’re your favorite right.” He says, more of a statement than a question. He sits down across from you, placing the cookie on your plate. You were so distracted that you walked right past the dessert table. “Oh thank you Captain! But you didn’t have to- “ He cuts you off, people seem to do that to you alot, “you can drop the formalities while we’re not working. And it’s nothing, I just figured they’d run out of them quickly and you wouldn’t get to have any, is all.” He says. You smile as you both dig into your lunch. Wait, how does he know those are your favorite?

Levi wasn’t too thrilled the day he found out Commander Erwin had assigned him a new assistant/Lieutenant without his knowledge. Just another idiot to worry about. But the second you walked into his office that morning, bringing him the most delicious cup of tea he’s ever had with such an innocent smile on your face, something in him shifted right then and there. Two things he loved: a perfectly brewed cup of tea… and sunshine. The day he came up from the Underground and felt the warmth of the sun on his skin for the very first time.. oh man, he felt like he was living it all over again. “..not bad, brat..” complimenting the tea… and secretly Erwin. Is this what they call “love at first sight” ?

“You can add some honey or lemon for extra sweetness and flavor. It also helps when you’re sick as well!” You say excitedly, getting carried away with your tea tutorial, bouncing all over the kitchen. You finished all the paperwork this morning, so after lunch you and Levi went to the now empty Officers lounge to use the mini kitchen. He has you all to himself. You haven’t looked up at him once since you’ve started, it’s the perfect chance for him to finally get to examine you, memorize your features, watch how you move, see your different facial expressions, listen to your voice, hear your laugh, learn your body language… if she could just jump up one more time… maybe the buttons on her shirt will actually pop off… he dozes off. “Captain?” You snap him back to reality. What the hell is wrong with me?! He thought to himself. “I’ve lost you haven’t I?” You ask, while actually face-palming yourself for real this time. “I’m listening brat, go on.” He urges, waving his hand. You roll your eyes as you continue your lecture. Normally if anyone else did that, he’d be making them run laps around the Scouts compound until sundown. But it kind of… looked good coming from you. The corner of his mouth slightly twitched. When he snaps back to his senses, he realizes you’ve stopped talking a long time ago and is now replicating the way he has his chin resting in the palm of his hand, staring back at him. Shit, her face is so close. “Your tea is gonna get cold Levi” you warn him, looking down at the cup you placed in front of him, then moving your eyes slowly back up looking into his gray orbs once again. Damnit! Now he’s the one mentally face-palming himself. “I-I know, I’m just waiting for it to cool down a bit more. Quit nagging me.” He says, lying through his teeth, but you didn’t need to know that. Finally he takes a sip, “you added some lemon innit this time you say?” You watch as he licks his bottom lip.

“Not bad, Y/N.”

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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Rating Disney Villains based on how relatable they are and why they are evil (part 1)

Ursula: 5/10

Despite being banished she isn’t starving to death and still gets plenty of visitors. Clearly she’s capping.

Jafar: 7/10

Considering the Sultan is an idiot, I too would probably want to take over the kingdom just so the kingdom doesn’t fall into ruin

Cruella de Vil: (original not that dumb live action prequel) 3/10

The dogs would have made great coats but she could have waited until they needed to be put down or the cops find out a place has over 100 dogs without a license

Maleficent: 9/10

I too would curse a baby if I was not invited to a party and no one was sorry about it

Gaston: 2/10

Just because one girl doesn’t want to marry you when you could have Litterally ANYONE ELSE, granted I think Bell is hot, but not worth starting a mob hot. Incel behavior do not approve

Scar: 7/10

Mufasa was elitist as f*** and everyone called him Scar, plus fighting to Attain dominance is a normal animal thing

Captain Hook: 7/10

I too would be annoyed if anytime I did anything a demigod in green tights and animal costume wearing children got in the way

Lady Tremaine: 1/10

You Literally have no reason to be this vile. If anything, being nice probably would have set you up for life.

Hades: 7/10

If I was stuck being life guard for the most depressing adult swim in history I would probably stage a coup too.

Evil Queen: 3/10

Considering she made a potion to look ugly to trick Snow White, why not just make a potion for Snow White to look slightly uglier so you can be the fairest.

Mother Gothel: 4/10

Considering Rapunzel’s hair helped make her nigh immortal, I kind of get why she went through such lengths to keep her isolated, but if she just took Rapunzel out 1 time. She could have stayed immortal for much longer.

Claude Frollo: 2/10

Using a bad interpretation of your religion to justify genocide is a dick move. But I get why he was into Esmeralda.

Shere Khan: 8/10

Humans are dicks, and fire burns. Very realistic animal reaction

Professor Ratigan: 8/10

Considering how people constantly called him a triggering name, I too probably would conquer England and write an entire diss track to play right at my nemesis’s death.

Yzma 10/10

Kuzco was 100% that guy people would not be sad seeing die in the start of the movie. Yzma Litterally took over within like a day after he was gone. I’m shocked it didn’t happen sooner.

Shan Yu: 7/10

It’s war, and historically speaking the Huns would have decimated China. Also considering how easily him and 5 guys managed to get into the capital and nearly kill the emperor, China needs to reconsider its military practices.

Dr.Facilier 2/10

Dude got himself in debt for his own powers then got shocked when his evil voodoo/hoodoo turned on him. Rip to him but I’m different.

The Horned King 4/10

While blander than an unsalted cracker, I don’t think a face like his could get into any other profession, so undead army

Madame Medusa: 4/10

That was a big ass Diamond, but probably wouldn’t have been a problem if she wasn’t a dick to children

Prince John: 0/10

He just taxed people for no reason, so basically like most governments.

Chernabog: 1/10

If he is basically satan than yea, pretty lame motivation

#rating villains #Disney villains

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bucket-barnes · 6 months

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Memories: Harry Hook

(That’s right, I’ve done it again, this time in my psych class. Have fun)

Harry has a few memories of his mother. He remembers her watching as his dad taught him to sword fight, how she always called him “kiddo”… and how she was the only person he ever heard say “I love you”

Harry was six when he started hearing things. It started small, hearing someone call his name when no one was there, hearing clock ticking when he wasn’t anywhere near his family’s shop…but then he started seeing things too. As he got older the voices became louder and the visions more clear, he’d always seem out of it, his maniacal laughter scaring people away and seeming unable to focus…but then there was Uma. Uma wasn’t afraid of him, she trusted him, she saw him as an ally, someone to be kept around…Harry liked having Uma around

Harry was ten when his mother died…sickness, a terrible way to go, really. He would always sit with mother while she lied in bed, he’d always tell her about what was happening that day, sometimes even bring her back a little gift that he “bought” from Jafar’s junk shop. His favorite thing he ever got her was a little pocket watch, it was damaged and stuck at 11:30, but it had a little design engraved on the back… a swan craning out it’s neck, surrounded in a frame of vines and roses, he always loved that watch

The day his mother died, Harry sat with her and told her about what happened that day, how he and Uma pulled a prank on Cruella deville and didn’t get caught, how Harriet beat up a guy who called Captain Hook weak, and how he even saw a little dove by the docks…though that one wasn’t real, just him seeing things again. When his mother died, Harry saw his father cry for the first time, Harriet tried so hard to shield him from everything, but there was no hiding him from that. Harry hugged his father tight and tried to tell him it’s ok and that everything will be alright, just like Harriet would do for him…but then the voices came, and it wasn’t just whispering, they were loud and saying terrible things, it eventually got so bad he had to let go of his father and sit in his room with his sisters until it got silent again

Harry was eleven when he gained a reputation. Harriet always told him that if the voices got bad to go find her, but Harry added an extra step, if the voices got bad…play it up, laugh, smile, whatever, just act insane so people stay out of the way. Harry had gained the reputation of “Hook’s psycho son” though that didn’t stop his classmates from giving him heart eyes, so he also became the Isle’s heartbreaker, which wasn’t necessarily a bad reputation to have once he got a little older. Always feared, or a fantasy

Harry was sixteen when the hallucinations were at their worst. Everyday there were visions of violence and carnage, and the voices…the voices were the worst part, always yelling, always saying horrible, horrible things. Harry’s day always started with whatever strange medications Harriet found on the barges, and ended with him throwing up over the edge of the lost revenge. Uma and Gil would always stay close to him, tell him when what he was seeing was or wasn’t real, guide him away from prying eyes when the visions and voices got bad, and would help sell the act of his insanity…he had a reputation to keep up after all. One voice always stood out from the others, it wasn’t loud or vicious, it was soft and gentle…always saying “I love you”, it was the one voice Harry didn’t mind…reminded him of his mother

Harry was eighteen when he joined his father for a drink. He had indulged plenty of times, always with Uma and the rest of the crew, but never with his father. Harry’s vision of his father had been shattered long ago after he caught his father three bottles deep, swearing him out for a menagerie of things he did or didn’t do through mournful cries, though Harry didn’t really hold it against him…he knew his father was just trying to numb the pain of well, everything. The barrier has been down for a few months and Harry was getting overwhelmed, Auradon was a lot to take in and the hallucinations weren’t helping. On a crisp autumn night, Harry went down to the Jolly Rodger, sat down next to his father, and took a swig of rum. The two men talked through the night, about Auradon, Harry’s visions and the voices in his head, and about all the things Hook tried to numb, the pain of losing his wife, the pain of his oldest daughter growing up to fast, the pain of his only son hearing and seeing things that weren’t there, and the pain of his youngest daughter never truly knowing her mother.

That night, Harry barely slept, his mind was rattled by the rum and the voices were so loud, and yet, he could still here one… “I love you”

#disney #disney descendants #harry hook #descendants 3 #descendants 2 #descendants fanfiction #harriet hook #cj hook #killian jones #emma swan #ouat fandom #ouat #descendants headcanons #descendants fandom #hook siblings #captain hook

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sageminty17 · 3 months

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⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ I think we’re alone now.. ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻

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Captain Killian “Hook” Jones x F!Reader

[Seanson 3]

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Semi-Public sex, p in v, creampie, caught?

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You and Hook have never truly been alone. There was always someone, whether is was Emma, Henry, or the Charmings. Most of the time you guys even saw each other was when something bad happened and now you were on some crazy fairytale mission.

Now here you are, on ANOTHER mission. You and Hook were tasked to go the library and see if you two could meet up with Belle and search around for some information on Zelena.

The silence as we walk is uncomfortable. I decide to finally try and make some small talk. “So, uhm, Killian is your real name..correct?”

“Yes love. That it is, why do you ask?” He looks at me.

“Well I was wondering, I’ve never really heard anyone use it before..any particular reason why?”

“Well it’s probably because of my reputation, that and I tell most that they may as well call me Hook.”

“Oh..not as exciting as I thought..”

“What? Did you think I’d have some dark backstory besides the fact I loss my hand?” He gives me a smirk.

“No…well maybe. You are a pirate.” I kinda laugh, but it was just nervous laughter. Why is this so hard for me? We’ve spent plenty of time together, we’ve worked together, especially in neverland. So why do I struggle so much with this?? I guess it doesn’t matter, we need to focus on Zelena.

“Well, I am full of surprises, Love.” He continues his smirk towards me, but I didn’t even notice. I tried just focusing on Zelena and what she could be up to. “Something on your mind, love? You seem to be almost bursting a vein.” I hear his chuckle, “oh! Uhm just thinking about Zelena Y’know…”

“No, I believe there’s something else..what is on your mind?” Before I can even think of an answer we are already at the library. “Oh! Were here! Lets uhm.. go find Belle!” I rush inside. Why am I so nervous to answer his question? There’s nothing particularly wrong?.. I mean, it’s just I’m truly thinking about him.. is that why I can’t answer? Why am I suddenly feeling so..flustered about all this?

My mind is running on and on about Killian I completely ignore the confused Belle standing infront of me, “Hellooooo, are you listening?” I snap out of it as I hear her sweet accent. “Oh sorry, uhm. We just came to see if maybe we could find some information about our witch problem.”

“I see, I’m afraid I haven’t checked and I do have somewhere to be, me and Rumple are going out so- anyways, you’re free to look around! I’ll leave a key on the desk, please be sure to lock the doors oh your way out!” Belle finishes putting on her scarf and purse and then rushes out the door. “Well, it seems it will just be us two, love.” “So it seems..” why am I so sweaty all of a sudden?.. my heart rates also increased… “We should probably start looking today.” I snap out of my thoughts once again to Killians voice, “Y-yes, your right. I’ll start over there in section E-G, you can go from A-B.”

“And I thought I was a captain..look at you bossing me around.” Killian chuckles as he walks through the isles, pushing books sloppily with his hook.

After about 20-ish minutes of searching me and hook ended up meeting in the middle on the same isle. Both facing opposite directions. The space between the isle wasn’t forgiving, I could smell the natural musk and rum from Killian. It was so..intoxicating. While scanning through books I saw a red cover reading ‘the truth of your feelings’. Something about the book made me flip open to the table of contents. That’s when I see a chapter of the name ‘why and what is this feeling?’. I flip to the chapter and read a bit. It talks of feelings of intimacy, tension, both romantic and sexual, and a whole catalyst of other things. Most of it sounded familiar..this was how I felt about Killian. I mean, now that I think of it. I’ve always found hook quite attractive, and when he calls me love I feel a shiver go down my spine.

Oh my god.

I have a ‘crush’ on no other than Captain Hook. Right as I was staring off into space from this sudden realization I feel a warm chest seek behind me, pressing against my back. An arm comes over just above my shoulder to meet the bookshelf. “And what so that your reading, love?” Killian snatches the book out my hand and starts reading the contents. “Truth of you feelings, huh.. Do you like someone, love?” His smile is wide as he laughs. I try grabbing the book out of his hands- hand, but he moves swiftly.

“Give it back Killian!”

“I don’t think I will, who is it you like anyway?”

I ignored his question as heat rose to my cheeks. “It doesn’t matter! Give me the book!”

He leaned down to be infront of my face, “Tell me and I will.” I get his breathe on my face, it smelt of rum. I froze for a second before I looked up at him and spoke softly, “Please Killian, we need to find information on Zelena..” his look darkened, I’m not sure with what but he didn’t seem mad..

“And this is information on Zelena? Didn’t know you liked green like that.” He gave a light chuckle and handed me the book. “That’s not- Oh my fucking god. Let’s just keep looking.” I turned away from the smiling pirate and put the book back in its spot.

We continued searching until we found a few books that could be helpful. There was a small desk near the back of the library with a lamp and some bookmarks. I had been sitting in one of the chairs that was with the desk, Killian sat beside me.

“Y’know this is the first time we’ve ever been alone together..”

His eared perked up, “No it isn’t, we’ve been alone on the Jolly Roger.”

“No, Emma, Mary Margaret, and David were all there. I think Regina was aswell.”

“What about at granny’s?”

“Definitely not..” I chuckle.

“Well- what about at the well.”

“Regina and Emma.”

We both have completely set down our books by now and have lost all attention to what we came here to do.

“Wow, I’ve never noticed it seems.”

I don’t know why it stung a bit when he said that but, it did. What was I thinking? I was barely even aware of my own feelings so why is this suddenly so serious? That and everyone knows he pines after Emma Swan. I mean who wouldn’t? She’s beautiful, smart-witted, and resilient even through everything. What have I ever done that’s been of importance? I’m just some..girl. I’ve never done anything that has amount to something. Even back in the enchanted forest, I was no one. I helped Snow hide from the Evil queen for a bit but nothing more. Emma is a savior, the product of true love. How could I even allow myself the fantasy of me and Killian?

“It’s probably because I struggle with keeping my eyes off you so often that it seems that it’s just the two of us.”

I feel my body freeze in place as my eyes widen, “W-what?” Is all I can mutter out. “You’re quite the beautiful woman Love,” He leans in, our noses almost touching, “and I can’t keep myself under control sometimes when you’re around.” I look into his piercing blue eyes. “Then don’t..” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, it seems I even took Killian by surprise but he leaned right in and kissed me. The kiss was passionate, sweet, and soft. His lips felt slightly chapped but I didn’t mind. The smell of the sea, rum, and desire was overtaking my senses. I broke the kiss first, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. “Please Killian…”

“Please what, Love?”

“Please, touch me more.” I run my hands up over the laces of the leather covering his skin. “Let me touch you more..” my eyes wander down seeing the tiniest bit of chest hair hiding under his shirts. “Are you sure about that love? I wouldn’t want to get in the way of whom ever you liked earlier. Who you were going to speak the truth about your feelings to.”

“No, no, you wouldn’t be in the way..Please.”

“Are you sure? You might have to tell who this lucky mystery person is.”

“Killian…”

“Tell me.” His eyes darken as he felt down my thigh and squeezed. “You..it’s you Killian. I want you.”

“Mm, that’s all you had to say, Love.” He then desperately catches my lips in a sloppy kiss. I hear him moan lightly as I capture it in my mouth. I start instinctively ripping at the laces of the black leather vest. Killian of course noticed and help by taking off his jacket. Before I can continue however he suddenly picks me up from my thighs and sets me on the table. “Much better..” he grabs my lips again in a heated kiss. I continue at his laces before ripping then undone, “gentle love.” He smiled at me. “Sorry..”

“Don’t be, I do like you needy.” He slightly chuckled when he spoke sending another wave of heat to my cheeks. He’s somehow still just as adorable as he is handsome. “You are beautiful..” I couldn’t help but hold his face in my hands, feeling his pokey gruff and soft skin. “No, you’re the beautiful one, love” I smile and for a moment and forget the world around us. This, this is all I ever wanted. This happiness. I leaned in and kissed him softly and he equally kissed me just as soft and sweet as ever. Is this what true love feels like? Maybe love is overzealous and a much to strong word for something so young but, I truly am so happy.

I feel his hands slowly make their way up my body till they were at my breasts. He fondles and massages them lovingly. The kiss gets increasingly more eager and hungry. “Allow me to take this off?” I feel him grabbing the bottom of my shirt, almost ripping it off with the sheer force of his grip. “Go ahead.” I didn’t have to tell him twice, he took it off so quickly I almost fell off the desk.

I feel the cool metal of his rings caress my now naked skin. He slides his hand around to the back of my shirt and uses his hook to snap my clasp. It slightly smacks my back making me shiver, but it strangely felt so..satisfying. He uses his hook to slide off my bra from my shoulders. I watch as Killian then continues to take off his hook and sets it on the table beside me. He leans down and begins kissing my neck and collarbone, peppering me in soft kisses. The feeling almost tickles then he continues further down to my breasts. He then circles his tongue around my bud before taking it into my mouth. He uses his hand to grope my other breast, “Mmph” I moan but conceal it by using my hand to cover my mouth. “No, don’t you dare cover those darling sounds.” I feel him pitch my nipple at this sentence, I squeak from the pleasure. “Mm-more, please~” He smiles at me before taking a set back.

“Are you sure about this, Love?”

“Yes. 100%”

“Oh, thanks the gods-“ He quickly rushes to my lips once more grabbing my face and hungrily smashing his lips into mine. “Mmph- this isn’t fair, you still have your mm- shirt on-“ I try catching my breath in between rough kisses. Quickly breaking the kiss Killian pulls his shirt over his head and goes straight back to kissing me. His hands go straight to the hem of my skirt trying to yank it off my body. I giggle at his actions and help him, taking my panties off with them to make everything much easier.

After I do I finally look up to see Killian’s face, he’s stepped back now just staring at me in awe. “What’s the matter?” I giggle into my sentence. “You are so, beautiful. You’re perfect my dear..” I shy away from his words when I feel him come in between my legs once again and take my chin into his hand. “Hey, look at me. You’re the most gorgeous woman I know, seen, touched. Don’t you shy away from that.” I feel his finger find their way to my hair as he leads my head into another deep kiss. I pull Killian in by the belt and unbuckle it. I pull it out of the loops and let it drop to the floor.

“Pants, please.”

“Yes ma’am”

Killian takes a pause and unbuttons his pants and unzips them, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock was practically touching his stomach, leaking with sticky pre-cum. It was a decent width but very long. I was so mesmerized I didn’t even realize I was staring. “I’m glad you like the view, Love-” I looked up embarrassed, my face hot & most likely red. “But my eyes are up here.” He lifts my chin up with his hand again. I stare into his sparking blue eyes as they glimmer with lust & desire.

His hand goes from my chin down my neck and he gently squeezes. I a choked moan escaped from my lips when he did so. “Oh, do you like that Love?”

“Mm Mmhm~” I look up at him with pleading eyes. “Do you want it darling?” All I do is nod my head. “Words. lovely”

“Yes. Yes, please Killian. I want it- I want you so bad.”

“I didn’t even have to ask you to beg, such a good girl~”

I felt my core melt at his words, I was practically oozing with arousal. “Please, please give your cock to me, please.” I continue pleading with both my eyes and words. “If you wish, Love.” With that I feel his tip aline with my velvet folds. “Are you ready?” I eagerly nodded my head to the question.

I feel the head enter inside and before I know it I’m taking inch by inch as Killian whispers all kind of sweet & dirty things in my ear. I slowly become louder & louder as he continues. “Ah~ you were made for me love. You feel so good.” He continued moaning soft grunts in my ear. He had began a stable pace for a while, all I could hear was the wet slops of our juices mixing with one another’s, and his grunts in my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively. “Y-you are such a good girl for me, Love” The grip he held on my thighs getting rougher, his pace quicker and sloppier, and more erratic. All I could do was let my mouth fall open and let the sounds roll out.

“Yes, j-just like that darling~”

“Ah~ god Killian!~ please, finish inside, fill me up, please, please.” I felt his dick twitch inside me as he slams inside me deeper and harder with each thrust.

“Are you s-sure love?~”

“Absolutely!!~”

“A-as you wish-“ Killian continues slamming into me causing the table to bang against the wall, The lamp has fallen over and the grip moved from my thigh to my throat. Everything felt so good- to good. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt the knot in my stomach begin to break and then- stars. That’s all I saw. Pleasure washed over my body causing my legs to shake around Killian’s waist losing strength to keep them wrapped around, but Killian continues pounding into me mercilessly. I still manage to choke out the most pornst⭐️r moans possible as he continues. “T-to- AH~ much!!~”

“C’mon, you can take it love-“ I already feel my own juices dripping from my leg and all over his cock making the wettest of sounds. His cock starts twitching and his moans become louder and thrust more erratic. “God you are amazing~” once he reaches the end of his sentence he cums deep in my cervix, coating my walls white in his sperm.

Both still catching our breaths I kiss Killian’s jaw in soft and sloppy kisses. “You are quite the woman, Love.”

“You not too bad your self.” I retort back, “Your, amazing..”

“As much as I love staring and holding you like this we are in a public library, Love. Door is still unlocked.”

“Oh shit your right- lets get dressed-“ We both quickly grab our clothes off the floor and try to hurrying get dressed when we hear a group come in.

“Hook! Y/N! Are you guys here?” Emma. Shit shit shit, I’m still half dressed.

“Y/N!” And snow. Could this get any worse?

“Where are these bafoons?” And Regina. It can get worse. I finish putting my clothes back on and trying to smooth out the wrinkles and fix my hair. “There you are! What took you two so long to answer-..oh. Seems you two had fun.”

“Listen Regina it’s not what it looks like-“

“I do not care, but we are trying to save storybrooke and more importantly my son so if you could do it on your own time that’d be great.”

“What’s going on over here?”

“Nothing, Emma.”

All I can see is Killian give me a little wink before turning away, pointing to my legs as a small drop of white ran down my leg.

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This is my first story 😨 so please be kind. Y’all at the end idk what I was on but it was 9:30pm then 1:25am-

(Also I didn’t proofread I’m so tired 💀)

#killian jones #ouat #ouat fandom #smut #captain hook #pookie #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #silly little guy #fanfic smut #smut fanfiction

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wosoimagines · 1 year

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Put Respect On My Name - USWNT/Reader

I will say that I due use both Christen Press and Christian Pulisic in this fic but it’s not at the same time. So when you see the spellings change know that it’s a different person and I’m not just stupid.

prompt: Pulisic!Reader is at the December camp. Reader is pissed after she watches a break down of the men’s team and its made mention that Christian’s family must be excited because its the first time a Pulisic is going to a World Cup even though the Reader went to the 2019 World Cup.

warnings: none

words: 1817

(Y/N) POV

We were sitting around the conference room with one of the laptops hooked up to the projector so we could play the program that was breaking down our men’s team that would be in Qatar. As much as I had wanted to be in Qatar for the World Cup, Christian understood why I wasn’t going to be there. After all, I could be arrested and jailed in Qatar just for being queer.

“What about Captain America? Christian Pulisic?” Alexi Lalas asked. I perked up at that. “You have to imagine that the Pulisic family is excited about this after the men failed to qualify for the 2018 World Cup. And most people were looking at Christian Pulisic for that. But also because he’s going to be the first one in the family to ever go to a World Cup.”

I clenched my fist at that. It was bad enough that I usually had to deal with my parents overlooking my achievements for Christian’s, but to have someone do it so blatantly on TV was humiliating. I ignored the looks some of my teammates sent me.

“I mean, everyone is going to be looking at Christian to lead this team,” Alexi said. I shook my head at him because I couldn’t let him get to me. “And with how Christian’s younger sister has been playing? Well, that family needs something to look forward to. I mean, (Y/N) Pulisic has been forgettable in these last three USWNT matches. Horrible last three games for her and there’s still one more game on the table. They might even lose that game and break the record for the longest USWNT losing streak. So this family must be looking forward to seeing their son in the World Cup.”

I scoffed at that. My recent performances were the last thing I needed to hear about.

“Fuck this dude.”

I looked over my shoulder at Pinoe who was sitting behind me.

“First Pulisic my ass. We’ve got a Pulisic who has won a World Cup,” Pinoe said. She reached forward and ruffled my hair. “We all have bad games every now and then. You’ll get out of this funk.”

I did stick around to see the rest of the program. I knew it would be crucial for our guys to get a win against Wales or Iran. We were obviously going to be the underdogs against England, but I couldn’t wait to see the guys play in the World Cup. It would definitely be nice to see Christian play in his first World Cup.

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“Hey, don’t let what Lalas said get to you,” Christen said as I propped my phone up on the desk. “He’s just an idiot.”

“He said it for the whole country to hear. And that comment about this being the first time a Pulisic is at the World Cup?” I pointed out. I shook my head at that as I moved over to my bags. “It’s bullshit. I’m one of the best scorers in the world. I just won the Ballon d’Or this year.”

“Just make them respect you,” Tobin spoke up from the back ground. I rolled my eyes at that. “You have the skills. Just go back to your basics. Don’t try to be too complicated.”

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have to try to live up to an older brother who hasn’t even accomplished half of what you have,” I pointed out. “I have more caps, more World Cups, and more goals and yet everyone thins Christian is better than me.”

“Look, at me, (Y/N).”

I looked up to meet Christen’s eye as I sat my gear on the bed.

“You’re a great player in your own right. You just listed out all of the accomplishments you’ve already achieved and you’re only 22,” Christen said. “You’re gonna go out there and play against Germany and you’re gonna do great. You’re gonna show people why they should respect you.”

“I just want people to remember me for what I’ve done, not because of my older brother,” I said. I sighed as I rubbed the back of my head. “Don’t I deserve that?”

“You do, (Y/N),” Tobin assured me. I shook my head cause I wasn’t sure anymore. “You really do. Just make them remember.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Tobin is right though, (Y/N). You just have to go to the basics. Don’t be too complicated,” Christen said. I sighed as I threw my gear into my practice bag. “I’m serious. Don’t worry about your own performance but rather how the team is doing. Just go out and play for the win and the rest will come to you. It always has.”

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded. I knew that they were right. “I just gotta make sure we are getting the win. Hey, I gotta go. The bus leaves for practice soon. I’ll call you guys later though?”

“You can call either of us anytime, kid,” Tobin said.

I gave her a soft smile as I reached out to grab my phone before ending the call. Once I pocketed my phone, I grabbed my gear bag before heading out.

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“You know I don’t agree with what he said, right?” Christian asked through the phone.

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded.

Christian had called me as soon as I had gotten out of practice. I had been tempted not to answer, but I ultimately did because he wasn’t the one I was upset with.

“Obviously I’ve got to ask you for advice on how to deal with the pressure,” Christian said.

I smiled at that. Christian had always paid attention to how people often put me down even though my career had been more impressive so far.

“Just make sure you play to the best of your ability and you just play for the win,” I told him. Christian smiled at me.

“See? You’re already giving me great advice and the World Cup hasn’t even started yet,” Christian said. I chuckled at that. “Now I just need you to train me so I can win a Ballon d’Or.”

“Try moving to a new team.”

“Oh real funny, (Y/N).”

“Hey, you asked.”

The two of us just sat on the call in silence for a moment.

“Are you sure you’re not upset with me for decided not to go to Qatar?” I asked. It was something that was still really bugging me.

“(Y/N), answer this. If the World Cup was being held somewhere that wouldn’t arrest you for loving who you love, would you go?” Christian asked.

“Yeah, you know I would.”

“Then no,” Christian shook his head. “So long as you’ll watch the games and give me feedback on them, I don’t care.”

“Okay, but if you guys go to the final, I’ll be there,” I promised. Christian looked surprised at that. “You guys might surprise a lot of people.”

“Just go out there and show them why you’re the real Captain America in our family.”

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I broke out for the run as the ball was threaded through to me. I didn’t worry about trying to be fancy today. All I was worried about helping us win tonight. Before I knew it, it was just Berger and I. Then the ball was in the back of the net.

I immediately was running toward Pinoe. She ran out to meet me too.

“I told you that you’d get out of that funk!”

I grinned at that. It was now 3-1 as my goal had came after Sophia and Mal’s goals.

Just 5 minutes after that, I had a third goal on the night. I yelled as I ran toward the corner. I turned my back to the camera and pointed at my last name before turning back around.

“Put respect on my name! And don’t forget it!”

My teammates jumped onto my back.

“(Y/N) Pulisic is back!” Alex screamed as she threw her arms around me.

I grinned at that as we moved back to get ready for Germany to kick the ball. It didn’t feel like it was much longer until the game ended with the 5-1 win for us. I was stopped for an interview after the game.

“Congratulations on the hat-trick, (Y/N),” Aly Wagner said. I grinned and nodded at that. “What was going through your head today with this game?”

“Obviously we didn’t want to be the first USWNT team to lose four games in a row. But it was more for me, but I didn’t expect a hat-trick,” I admitted. I glanced over my shoulder at my teammates when they yelled my name. I shook my head at them. “Obviously, with the men going to Qatar for the World Cup here soon, we’ve been supporting our men and brushing up on the squad details. We watched a program to break down the men’s team and I just found some of the comments very offensive to me. I just want people to put the respect I deserve on my name.”

“Will you be going to Qatar to support Christian?” Aly asked.

“Unfortunately I will not,” I said with a small shake of my head. “I really would love to, but Christian and I have talk about it. I definitely wouldn’t have made such a decision without knowing how he felt about it. It always boils down to Qatar’s stance on the LGBTQ+ as we both would rather not risk that I would be arrested for being queer. Christian knows that if it was elsewhere then I would be attending too, but I did agree to watch the games and send him my own feedback.”

“You just mentioned putting respect on your name and giving your brother feedback,” Aly said. I nodded at that. “With that respect and obviously having won a World Cup yourself, does Christian ask you for advice?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” I nodded. We both often went to each other. “Christian and I understand each other better than most siblings do. He’s the one who taught me how to play soccer, but we’ve grown up practicing and playing together. We’ve been through these journeys together. Christian was the first person I told the first time I got called up for the senior team. And I was the first person who Christian called when he got his first call up. So I think we both ask each other for advice all the time, but I would never not try to help him.”

“All right, thank you and congratulations on the win and the hat-trick, (Y/N).”

I nodded at that before taking the headset off. I grinned as I headed back to the locker room. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the post Christian had tagged me in. It was a picture of me dressed as Captain America and he was calling me his Captain America in the caption.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #USWNT #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso

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corrodedcoughin · 1 year

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ok ok ok ive seen a lot of rockstar eddie and bodyguard steve (and dont get me wrong i LOVE that) BUT-hear me out- Rockstar Eddie Munson and his private jet pilot Steve Harrington 👀

Steve with the pilot uniform, Steve with the aviators, Steve asking Eddie if he wants to see the cockpit and Eddie giving him the most awful grin and saying ‘only if it’s yours’ Robin is Steve’s copilot!!!! and argyle is the flight attendant!!!! Okay so hear me out:

The thing is Steve wasn’t Eddie’s regular pilot, he’s used to seeing Nancy and Johnathan waving to him from the cockpit but after Johnathan and Argyle got together they have to split their routes. So when Eddie is walking up the runway and sees a pilot’s back that he definitely knows isn’t Johnathan he gets a bit edgy, doesn’t know if he’ll take to this new guy and if these pilots will have preconceived notions of Eddie and the band.

But then the pilot turns around, hat tucked under his elbow and gives a lazy two finger salute and a smile to Eddie and that’s it. Eddies done. Hook, line and sinker. He stops in his tracks and Gareth stumbles right into his back ‘dude what the fu-‘

‘Sorry, sorry man, just saw an Angel on earth. Hey I didn’t die on the way to the airport did I?’

Gareth looks back to the rest of the band ‘guys watch it, our fearless leader has a crush. Get ready for a change to the heartbreak set list again’. Eddie turns to protest and is met by a slew of abuse. He’s not that bad. Maybe. Possibly. Okay so there was one time!…maybe two…three at a push! Eddie doesn’t have time to think before Argyle is shouting to him

‘hey my dudes! Welcome back to the sky boat. As frequent flyers I can trust to all to respect the airways and they’ll respect you. I provide the peanuts you provide the music. We’ll be in for a sweet ride’

Eddie gives him a slap on the shoulder before sliding up to the pilot and thrusting his hand out, ‘hi. Eddie munson. Are you my stairway to heaven?’ The copilot, name of Robin embroidered onto her uniform, let’s out a wonderfully evil laugh as the pilot grips Eddie’s hand

‘ahoy there guys, if you are ready to explore the skies I’ll be your captain, I’m Steve Harrington’. Steve is already kicking himself. ahoy there??? Ahoy??? What is he a sailor??? A sailor who can’t even speak to pretty boys?? Hes a professional but clearly his brain doesn’t care! He knows Robin is going to give him so much shit for this as soon as they are alone. It’s quickly forgotten when Eddie takes Steve’s hand up to his mouth, giving it a quick kiss ‘it would be an honor’ and he makes his way into the plane. The band spend the rest of the flight taking each other’s hands and planting sloppy kisses on them, making sure Eddie knows exactly how ridiculous he looked

#I LOVE YOUR IDEA SO MUCH PLEASE I JUST!!!#YOU ARE A GENIUS #A GIFT TO THIS WORLD #SCREAAAAAMM!!!#im sorry if this wasn’t what you want I just got too excited I’m so sorry #BUT YOUR IDEA!!! PILOT STEVE!!#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #ask

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not-wholly-unheroic · 8 months

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Thoughts on Christopher Walken’s Captain Hook?

Whooooooo boy…. 😬 There’s a reason I don’t talk much about Walken’s Hook on this blog and that reason is that he might very well be my least favorite version of Hook. (Leaving aside Peter and the Starcatchers’ Black Stache, but they just totally missed the point of Hook there with their disgusting, bawdy, dense caricature of a man. Black Stache is not, never has been, and never will be Hook. But I digress.) Anyway, I have several problems with Walken’s Hook, some of which I think can just be chalked up to poor casting choice and some of which where the blame falls entirely on Walken’s performance.

First off, Walken has a VERY distinctive New York accent, which…just doesn’t work for Hook. Hook is supposed to sound like a posh English professor from London, not Rizzo the con man from Midnight Cowboy. True, people fake accents all the time in Hollywood, but Walken is one of those people who is immediately recognizable by his particular sound, so I don’t know why they would have chosen him to play ANY English character.

Second, Walken is too old for the role. Yes, Hook is supposed to be an adult who seems old to Peter, but typically, he is cast as someone who is maybe 30-40-ish. Some people headcanon him being a little younger at around his 20s while others (myself included) place him around 50-something. And it’s also true that other older actors have played Hook in the past. Cyril Ritchard was around 62 at the time he played Hook in the 1960 filmed version of the stage play. But Walken was 71 at the time he played the Hook. That’s like…grandpa age. And at least Ritchard’s Hook seemed to still be having fun. Walken’s Hook is just…lifeless…

And that’s another issue in and of itself… I don’t know what the deal was that day, but Walken’s game was off. I can accept a physically older Hook if he does the role well, but Walken was just…not into it at all. He was so…flat and emotionless. He didn’t seem intimidating or sympathetic or funny or…anything, really. He didn’t even seem too worried about the crocodile…just…sort of mildly concerned. And he kept forgetting and stumbling over his lines…multiple times. It was pretty obvious at some points that the other pirates—most notably Smee (played by Christian Borle, who also ironically played Black Stache on stage…) had to keep not-so-subtly reminding him what came next. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well that day and was on some heavy medication. Maybe he had experienced some personal tragedy that was distracting him. Or maybe he just had too much to drink. Whatever it was, he came off as being half asleep or drunk the entire time, and it was extremely off-putting. By the time the crocodile showed up near the end, I was like, “C’mon and put the guy out of his misery already! Please get him off the stage.” I think that’s the only time I’ve ever WANTED the crocodile to get Hook. That’s how bad it was.

So yeah…. Not a fan…

#Captain Hook #captain james hook #james hook #Peter pan #Peter pan live nbc #Peter pan live #christopher walken

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Chapter Five - Misthaven (Part Two)

word count: 12,214 words

rating: Teen and Up

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Being back in civilization felt like a whole different world even if their journey aboard the Black Pearl had only lasted four nights. At sea, it was easy to pretend that nothing else existed except the vast blue horizon and the seagulls. Now, the noise of the port town brought them back to reality. It especially reminded Killian of their mission.

He and Emma helped Will and the crew dock the ship while Henry thankfully stayed safely seated by the wheel keeping Mr. Gibbs company. More quickly than he expected, they dropped anchor and everyone aboard cheered over their return home. Killian smiled at their joy. His eyes found Emma and her smile in the warm sunlight was breathtaking.

“Will!”

“Papa!”

Shouts from the crowd were ignored by the crew but not by their captain. The gangplank had barely been dropped before two figures ran aboard. The crew smiled at the seemingly familiar sight as Will ran towards them and embraced them tightly.

Killian could only see the woman’s dark blonde hair, as her face was hidden in Captain Turner’s neck and a small brown head in between the two adults.

Henry walked to his side and held his hook.

“They missed him.” His voice was quiet and wistful and Killian felt for the boy. He knew how hard it was to watch happy families around them and know that they had none. He could only hope that he and Emma could give Henry at least a taste of what he wished for.

“Aye.”

“I have our things.” Emma interrupted the heavy moment, handing over Killian’s satchel while fixing her own across her body. “We should get going.”

“Can we at least ask Captain Turner if Henry and I can play? Just for a bit?” Standing between them, Henry shot them his most effective weapon - his pout.

“Henry,” Killian sighed. “I’m sure they want to spend some time together alone after so long apart.”

“But-”

“It just so happens,” Will interrupted Henry’s argument with a smile, “that my wife has planned a feast to celebrate my return. It would be a shame to waste so much food on just the three of us.”

Henry’s pout was gone and a wide, brilliant smile took its place as he looked at Killian and Emma pleadingly.

The two adults looked at each other.

Killian shrugged. He wasn’t too keen on losing a day where they could make progress on their journey, but he was tired and the thought of a home-cooked meal was calling to him. Emma sighed and rolled her eyes, an exasperated smile making an appearance. It was clear she didn’t want to be the bad guy who would refuse such an invitation.

Besides, he could see that she thought the same as him.

“Are you sure?” Emma asked, looking at Will.

“Very.”

Emma held eye contact for a second, looking for a lie, for doubt. Finding nothing, she turned to Henry with a smile. “You’re a lucky kid, you know that?”

Henry’s smile grew wide and he hugged Emma tight. “Yeah, I do.” He hugged Killian next. “Thank you.”

Will smiled. “Come, I’ll introduce you.”

Henry Turner had a front tooth missing and he proudly explained that it was his first one. He was in fact three years younger than Henry, who boasted about his grown-up teeth, having lost his last one a month prior. Instead of jealousy, as might have been expected, the younger Henry seemed even more excited about his future grown-up teeth.

Killian was introduced as Jones and Emma as Swan, while the boys were excited at their shared name. Will presented his wife as “his Swann” but Elizabeth had corrected her husband, despite her blush, that she was in fact Elizabeth Turner. Their shared smiles were loving and Killian looked away from the tender moment.

The six of them walked together through the village, doing their best to avoid the crowds and the confusion while keeping the two boys in their sights.

It filled his heart with joy to see Henry acting like a child. There were times where Henry almost felt like another adult, already hardened by the danger they were in, having had to grow up much too fast. But now, laughing and running alongside the Turner boy, he was just like any other boy. He glanced at Emma and found her sharing his expression and smile.

He hoped this break would do them all some good.

The Turners lived in a cabin by a cliff overlooking the sea. It looked old but well cared for. A home.

“That’s the kitchen window. I was there when I saw Papa’s ship on the horizon!” the Turner boy pointed out eagerly.

“Yes, and you almost left the house in your skivvies!” Elizabeth mock-scolded her son and they all shared a fond laugh.

Once they were inside the cabin, an offer of a bath was extended to the visitors. Despite their reluctance to take advantage of the Turner’s hospitality, they accepted on the condition that they be allowed to help with the meals, to which Elizabeth reluctantly agreed.

As they did during their stay with Elsa and Anna, Killian and Henry insisted Emma use the bath first. Henry was far more interested in playing with Henry and his wooden ship than bathing anyway.

Killian watched, as subtly as he could, as Elizabeth handed Emma soft towels, some clothing and a soap. Their eyes locked and he inhaled deeply between his partly opened lips as a soft blush tinted her cheeks.

For an instant a picture of Emma in a bath invaded his mind, her skin pink from the hot water, the scent of rosemary and lavender from the soap Elizabeth gave her filling his nostrils. His chest tightened and he turned away and pretended to appreciate the cabin instead. Those were definitely dangerous thoughts and he’d do well to shut them down. As he turned away, he missed the way Emma’s eyes widened and she bit her lip before she moved to the other room.

The boys’ loud laughter broke him away from his reverie and he thankfully had the quick reflexes to catch a wobbling vase from a nearby end table as they ran past. Accident averted.

“Careful, Henry!” he called out only to be ignored as they ran to the younger boy’s room. Killian caught Will’s smile and crossed arms. “Apologies, he’s usually quieter.”

“My Henry is the same.” Will waved away his apology as he approached to stand next to him. “I think each other’s company will do them good.”

He knew that Henry needed to be taken somewhere safe. They were supposed to follow Cygnus to Avalon and then Henry would be safe. But here and now, with the boys’ carefree laughter filling the Turner home, Killian felt guilty over taking him away from this.

“I agree,” Killian sighed. “But we really must carry on our journey in the morning.”

Will nodded, understanding clear in his expression, even if Killian recognised the disappointment hidden beneath. He felt the same.

“You know where we live. You all have an open invitation.”

“Why are you doing this for us?”

“Why not?” Will winked before heading towards the kitchen where his wife was calling for him.

Could it really be that simple?

They’d only known each other for four days. How could Will trust virtual strangers enough to bring them into his home? With his family? How could he be so open and selfless?

Will didn’t seem the kind of man to have had an easy life. Killian recalled his kinship with the ship captain. He knew there was something about him that he could trust and maybe that’s how Will felt about them. Maybe there was something inside they all just recognised in each other. Maybe they had met for a reason.

But Killian wasn’t well versed in talks of destiny and fate.

Emma returned from her bath. She looked more relaxed than before. Her hair was tied into a wet braid that fell over her shoulder and her cheeks were still pink, from the hot water he suspected. She wore a gown lent to her by Elizabeth.

It fit her well. It was a simple gown, a soft lavender color. Elizabeth was slightly taller than Emma and so the skirt almost hid Emma’s bare feet. She was nothing if not practical and pulled up the sleeves from where they reached her palm. The neckline wasn’t plunging by any means but, after so long covered by her armor, Killian couldn’t help but notice it exposed her collarbones.

It was a lovely domestic sight, if he was honest. Perhaps too in tune with his thoughts of family and a seaside cabin. But it still took his breath away, making his heart hammer in his chest. A desire rose up in him to reach for her, hold her, make her laugh and pull her into a slow dance in the middle of the room.

Emma turned to him. He hoped his thoughts weren’t so clearly visible in his eyes but he couldn’t look away. Killian smiled and she returned it instinctively. What a sight. Killian caught his breath.

“The water will be getting cold soon.” Emma broke the silence, the red of her cheeks deepening.

“Perhaps Henry should go first,” he suggested, not ready to leave her presence.

“I think he is doomed for a cold bath.” She grinned shyly and he mimicked her action, his eyes tracing her round cheeks. “You go, I’ll try to get his attention while you do.”

They chuckled and he tried to keep his eyes from following the movement of her lips for too long. When he looked back into her eyes, she was watching him and he felt her warm touch on his arm.

“We have a towel for you, Jones.” Elizabeth interrupted, handing him his own towel. Killian noticed a shirt and a pair of trousers on top and he rushed to grab the bundle. “These are Will’s, I think they should fit you.”

“Thank you very much, Mrs. Turner,” Killian smiled. “You’re far too kind.”

“And you, are a charmer.” She tapped his cheek with a smile. “Now, go, before the water gets cold.” She waved him away before leaving the room again.

Killian winked at Emma who shook her head amusedly as he walked away.

The still hot water felt like heaven on his sore muscles. It had been four grueling days at sea and it felt particularly satisfying to spend at least a few minutes relaxing in the moist heat. Not wanting Henry’s water to be cold, he hastened to clean himself.

The clothes smelled washed - not that he was surprised - and felt soft. Thankfully, they fit him perfectly. The white shirt was loose over his shoulders and the sleeves hid his brace. The trousers were made of soft fabric and stopped at the ankles. He was glad the warm weather allowed him to stay barefoot.

“Just another minute.” Killian heard Henry’s whine once he exited to the corridor. Smirking, he followed the boy’s voice.

“In a minute the bath will be cold, Henry,” Emma informed the boy and Killian watched as she placed her hands on her hips. The younger Henry sat cross-legged on the floor holding onto the older boy’s sleeve. “You’ll be back in no time.”

Killian couldn’t help but imagine this domestic scene as a possibility for them. A house near the sea, toys scattered all over the floor, perhaps another child for Henry to play with. Another dangerous thought.

“But, we were playing pirates.” Henry had never been this difficult before, but then again, he had never had the opportunity. “We were about to defeat the kraken.”

“Yeah!” Little Henry agreed, holding up a roughly hand-carved octopus.

“Come on, lad.” Killian decided to intervene. “The quicker you go, the quicker you can come back to play.”

“But-” Henry looked between the two adults with pleading eyes before groaning in defeat. “Alright…” He turned to his playmate. “I’ll be right back.”

Hastily, Henry stood from the ground and grabbed the bundle Elizabeth had already prepared for him before running to the room Killian had just left.

“Make sure you scrub! With soap!” Emma shouted after him before the door closed. She sighed before looking at Killian, defeated. “This is going to be the quickest bath on record.”

Killian let out a bark laugh and Emma chuckled, as well. A huff of impatience from behind them caught their attention. They looked to find Little Henry with his elbows on his knees and his head on his fists. A perfect picture of childish agony.

“He’ll be back in no time, lad,” Killian reassured, crouching in front of him and pointing to his toys. “Why don’t you tell me about your crew?”

He thought he felt eyes on his back, aware of Emma’s presence still in the room, but he made a conscious effort to pay attention to the boy’s enthusiastic explanation, instead.

As expected, barely enough time for a thorough washing had passed - only minutes really - before Henry returned to the room. His hair was wet and he was wearing clean clothes. It was really all they could ask for. Elizabeth had found some hand-me downs that she had been mending and saving for when her Henry was grown that fit Henry like a glove. They were a similar combination of a shirt and trousers that matched Killian’s clothes.

Just like at the Agrabahn tailor, he felt a twinge of pride at the similarity.

The boys were playing again in no time, and Emma and Killian were being actively ignored. Wanting to make good on the deal they’d made with their hosts, they headed for the kitchen to help with their meal, bringing their clothes in with them.

“I can put your clothes on the line for the night,” Elizabeth offered, holding out her arms.

“No, please,” Emma countered. “You’ve done enough, we’ll do it.”

Brown eyes clashed with green in a battle of wills that Killian found immensely entertaining to watch.

“Alright,” Elizabeth finally conceded, crossing her arms. “I’ve already put Will’s out so just put them next to his.”

The domesticity continued once they were outside. Between the calmness of the task and their shared smiles, it was like their journey had hit a pause and they were free to be… well, free.

Back inside, they helped with dinner while Will tended to the garden in the back of the house. Killian could see tomatoes were ready for picking. While he cut the vegetables, Emma kneaded and cut the dough into rolls.

“Where are you two headed tomorrow?” Elizabeth asked from where she stood by the stove.

Killian and Emma shared a look before answering.

“We’ll try to find some manner of transportation in the village,” Killian said, letting his thoughts go to Roger and hoping that he and Elsa and Anna are alright. “We’re heading east.”

“Be careful on your way,” Elizabeth warned. “Try not to cross too close to Misthaven.”

“How so?” Emma asked.

“The kingdom has been abandoned for a long time and a powerful witch placed a spell around it,” she explained. “It doesn’t sound good. Just be careful.”

“We will,” Killian reassured her, finding Emma’s gaze. It felt wrong to add another lie to their relationship with the Turners, but it would do no good to worry them. Besides, they already had more than enough experience with witches.

Will walked through the kitchen door with a basket under his arm. “We should have potatoes soon, my love.” He kissed Elizabeth’s head before placing the recently harvested vegetables on the counter.

“Thank you, dear.” She returned his loving gaze.

Finished with her task, Emma handed the tray of rolls to Will so he could put them in the oven, before joining Killian and helping with his task. Their hosts moved seamlessly in the kitchen, completely in sync, soft and happy smiles directed at each other every time they crossed.

Killian hated to admit it, but his chest tightened with jealousy at the sight.

“How long have you lived here?” Emma asked, curiously even as she purposefully avoided looking too long at the couple.

“Almost a decade?” Will answered, looking to Elizabeth for confirmation.

“We got married and wanted a family,” she agreed, a fond smile curving her lips. “We moved here and repaired this house.”

“Thankfully, we were finished by the time her belly was so big she couldn’t move,” Will teased, receiving an elbow to the ribs from his wife.

“Why here?” Killian asked.

“We came from Port Royal, a few miles south from here,” Will answered. “It was close enough to home while still being safe.”

“We had to leave after we were sentenced to hang,” Elizabeth added with a hint of bitterness in her tone. But it wasn’t her tone that had Emma and Killian looking at them with shock and worry. Will noticed and allowed a small smile to escape.

“Elizabeth was captured during a pirate attack on our town,” Will explained. “I joined another pirate to save her. It didn’t exactly go as planned.”

“Yes, almost dying was never in the plan.” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at her husband who raised his hands defensively.

“We survived, didn’t we?” She rolled her eyes and Will grinned.

“Barely, Jack had the worst plans and we were even worse at following them.” Her tone was fonder now, even if still exasperated.

“Aye.” Will sighed now, a mournful look in his eyes. “Jack became a friend along the way but he was still a pirate, and Port Royal wasn’t very fond of them. Because of that, he was imprisoned and sentenced to hang the next morning.”

“They really liked to hang people, huh?” Killian joked, with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Will laughed and Elizabeth smiled wryly behind him. “Thankfully, we were able to save him and he escaped. We owed him that much.”

“Unfortunately, because of that, we were deemed traitors and they wanted to arrest us.” Elizabeth stirred the pot a bit too strongly, until Will’s hand found her arm.

“Jack returned the favor and took us away from Port Royal. We stayed aboard his ship for a couple of years.” Will fell quiet with those words, and Emma and Killian looked between the couple for the rest of the story.

“He died during an attack by an old rival. We managed to get the ship to safety but he didn’t make it,” Elizabeth continued in a quiet voice. “He passed the ship onto us.”

“It has been ours ever since. Once we decided to settle down, I decided to pull away from piracy. The Black Pearl is now a merchant ship.”

“We are thankful for the crew, too. They were Jack’s first but they cared for Will and were more than happy to make this change with us.”

“It all worked out, then,” Emma commented quietly, like she didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“I think,” Elizabeth began with a smile, “that we worked hard to be where we are. We lost our home and we made a new one. We had hope. And it was worth it.” Will smiled back, placing a soft kiss on the back of his wife’s hand.

“Mom!” The younger Henry called from the stairs. “Where are my swords?”

Elizabeth put on a faux-exasperated expression as she stood in the doorway. “I’ll be right there, baby,” she called before turning back to the other three. “Wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.”

As he had suspected, the Turners were very similar to them. They had also lost their homes. Lost friends and family. But still they persevered. It was impressive to say the least.

Dinner was a merry affair. Never had Killian laughed so hard in his life. They traded stories, as best they could with the near constant interruptions from the two boys. The older Henry proved to be as charming as ever and the younger was adorably funny. While Will had been relaxed during their journey, it was a whole different story while at home. He was no longer the captain, he was just Will. He wondered if there was such a distinct difference in himself.

“This meal was delicious, Mrs. Turner,” Killian complimented as he sat back in his chair.

“Agreed,” Emma nodded, her hand holding her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten this well.”

Elizabeth waved away the compliments. “It was nothing special, but thank you. And please, call me Elizabeth.”

They smiled and spoke at the same time. “Thank you, Elizabeth.”

She smiled and grabbed the dishes. “Please, allow us.” Killian stopped her hand, standing up.

Emma nodded. “It’s the least we can do.”

“If you insist.”

Together, they took the dishes back to the kitchen leaving behind a big discussion over which game to play now that they finished eating. Standing side by side, they worked together to do the washing up.

By accident, Killian bumped Emma’s hip as he moved. By no accident at all, she bumped back with a wide smile.

“You’ve been doing that a lot,” Killian commented, earning him an inquisitive look from Emma. “Smiling,” he clarified, a smile on his own face.

“Oh.” She looked down at her hands self-consciously but he bumped her hip one more time to bring her attention back to him.

“I like it,” he confessed, in a lower voice. “You have a beautiful smile.”

“If this is you trying to get me to go easy on you for whatever game they choose, you are going to be very disappointed,” she informed him, her eyebrow raised at him pointedly.

“Come now, Emma. Have I told you a lie?” He raised his own eyebrow with a smirk.

She looked into his eyes intently and he couldn’t look away. Her smile grew soft and she shook her head. “No, I guess you haven’t.”

Killian was sure to have sore cheeks for the rest of his life from the way she made him smile. And he would gladly suffer it a million times more if it meant that he would be able to see her smile back at him. A beautiful smile, indeed.

“Do you know how to play crazy eights?” Henry asked from the doorway.

“Aye.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re on my team,” he announced. “We are so going to win.”

They watched Henry excitedly go back to the others.

“Does he know that crazy eights don’t have teams?” Emma asked.

“Apparently not,” Killian answered with a grin.

To everyone’s surprise, Henry Turner won the game. Killian suspected his father had given him a hand but he had also been trying to help Henry win so he wouldn’t cast the first stone.

So much excitement for one day had the boys yawning by the end of the game. The fire was hot, the food had been fantastic, and Killian longed for a warm bed at this point, too.

Of course, not even the boys’ clear need for sleep was able to stop them from wanting just one more game. Just one more story.

“What about you two sleep in Henry’s room and I sing you a song until you fall asleep?” Elizabeth suggested to the tired boys.

The younger Henry quickly grabbed the bigger Henry’s arm, excited. “Yes! Mama sings the best songs, you have to hear it.”

“Are you sure?” Killian asked, holding out his hand. Henry was their responsibility, after all.

“Of course,” she quickly reassured. “I do it every night for mine and we all know they won’t want to be apart for a second.” She then turned to the boys. “Why don’t you start getting ready for bed?”

Killian had never seen Henry so excited to go to bed. As the boys rushed down the hall, he heard the younger Henry’s quiet question.

“Does your Mama sing you songs?”

From the corner of his eye, he watched Henry glance at Emma. “Yeah. She sings good, too.”

“You two can sleep here.” Elizabeth caught their attention as she rose from her chair. “Will will help you,” she added before following the boys. “Goodnight.”

They watched as Will moved some cushions around on the couch. “This is quite comfortable, I’ve actually slept here a few times before,” he reassured them with a wry grin. Emma and Killian laughed, even as a hint of discomfort shone through on Emma’s countenance. “I’ll grab you some blankets and pillows.”

They were left alone and Elizabeth’s soft singing reached them from the boys’ room. He caught Emma’s gaze and he saw the same emotion reflected in her eyes.

“We don’t both have to sleep there,” Killian offered, quietly. “I can sleep on the chair.” He gestured towards the grand chair in the corner.

“They think we are married, they expect us to sleep in the same bed.” Emma’s tone was determined but was undermined by the way she hugged herself around the waist.

“I don’t care about what they think.” His tone brooked no argument. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

A small, relieved smile broke on her face and her arms loosened. “It’s just sleeping, I can handle it.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his.

Maybe she had been worried that he’d take advantage of the situation. Despite her proclamation of trust, it was clear that was something very new to her. Maybe his own wishes for her comfort had been enough to reassure her. Maybe it didn’t matter.

He had no plans whatsoever to take advantage of her, nor was he only pretending to care. She could probably see all of that in his eyes. If he could read her, then he would assume the opposite also held true.

Will placed the pillows and blankets on the couch.

“Will you be alright?” he asked.

“More than,” Emma reassured him.

Will nodded. “Goodnight, mates.”

“Goodnight,” they said at the same time.

They were left alone. The singing had quieted and he assumed the boys had fallen asleep. A door down the corridor closed and they were left in silence.

“You first,” Killian offered, trying to keep his nerves out of his voice.

“Yeah, okay,” Emma mumbled, grabbing one of the pillows and settling on the left side of the improvised bed.

Once she did, he opened the blankets and helped her cover herself and the still empty side. He laid down next. The couch, while admittedly comfortable, wasn’t too wide. Even with Emma laying on her side, she was still near enough for him to feel her warmth.

The silence stretched between them.

“It’s strange not to have Henry with us,” Killian commented, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.

“Yeah,” Emma agreed. “That and no stories.”

That made him smile and turn his head to her. “Do you want me to tell you a story, Swan?” he teased.

“No,” she answered, with a smirk. “Besides, there are no stars.” She gestured towards the wooden beams of the ceiling.

“That’s true,” he agreed, glancing at the ceiling for a second before turning an innocent smile towards her. “I guess you should sing me a song then.”

That seemed to surprise her as her grin widened. “I’m not going to sing for you.”

“Oh, but I thought that was the deal,” Killian argued, matching her smile. “No stars means that you sing a song.”

“You are not a child, Jones, so no song for you.” She pointed at him, her finger dangerously close to his nose.

He pouted, even if it was ruined by his grin. “Not even a small one?”

She pressed her lips together to hide her smile, albeit unsuccessfully, and shook her head.

“Guess I’ll have a terrible night, then.” He sighed, defeated as he looked back up to the ceiling.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Emma rolled her eyes, cushioning her hands under her cheek.

“Fine, fine.” He turned his head to her, his eyes soft. “Goodnight, Emma.”

“Goodnight, Killian,” she whispered back, closing her eyes.

Just like the night before, it took a long time for him to fall asleep. He was acutely aware of her presence at his side, her warmth, her slowly deepening breathing and how close she was. They had never been this close without a 10 year old boy between them.

He dared to watch her in the dying firelight for only a few seconds. He watched the curve of her lips, the shape of her brow and the fluttering of her lashes. His fingers tingled with the urge to touch her cheek, to feel the softness of her hair, to pull her against him.

He pushed it all aside. That wasn’t good form and his brother would have surely cuffed his ears for such ideas. He closed his eyes and tried to put it all away.

And, just like the night before, his dreams were all of her.

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He was warm. The fire should have been out by now. The sun was shining in his eyes and there was something tickling his chin. Finally opening his eyes, he discovered the source.

Emma’s head lay on his chest, half of her body over his. Her leg had tangled with his and her hand lay on the exposed skin of his chest. His left arm was wrapped around her waist and if he was remembering correctly, his right hand had been over hers.

This wasn’t good.

Actually, it was fantastic… But no, it was not good.

He quickly lifted his left arm away from her, hoping to make their position more innocent, but the movement made her stir. He held his breath. He felt the difference in her breathing as she woke up. He really needed to breathe at some point.

He gave her a moment to get her bearings. Maybe he could pretend that he was still asleep and grant her the illusion of his ignorance. No such luck. Her sharp inhale was followed by her quick disentanglement. She pushed her hands against him and the couch, her arms taut, jostling both of them. He could only look up into her wide eyes.

“I-I-” She stuttered and he watched as she tried to come up with an excuse, any reason to be tangled up with him.

He could help. He couldn’t bear to see her so distressed.

“It was a small bed,” he offered in justification. “I’m glad you weren’t uncomfortable.”

“Hmm, yeah.” She nodded, still a little slow in the morning. “Not enough space.”

“No need to worry, love.” He flashed her a grin. “I’m not complaining.”

Killian had hoped his teasing would be well-received, like last night. But Emma’s panic was palpable and her hand still lay on his chest. He hoped this didn’t ruin any progress they had already made.

“Why don’t I give you some time?” Killian offered, gesturing down the corridor.

Emma’s eyes bore into his own for a moment before she nodded, finally removing her hand from his chest. He tried not to mourn the loss of her touch.

Killian stood up from the bed and took a step towards the corridor before turning back to her. “I won’t speak of this, Emma, not unless you wish to.”

Her eyes were still wide where she sat on the couch and he nodded, finally moving away. He could still feel the warmth of her body, the ghost of her touch.

As he left the room, he thought he heard her whisper. “Thank you.”

---

The boys were awake by the time Killian returned to the living room, effectively ending the quiet in the seaside house. Which was not a bad thing at all. After so long, running away from villains and all sorts of dangers, it felt good to be around such innocence and joy.

Unfortunately, they did have a mission and they had already lost enough time. Henry had managed to win another hour with Little Henry with Will and Elizabeth’s offer to break their fast together. As well as their offers of supplies.

How they had gotten so lucky he didn’t know.

Emma had avoided his gaze until they all sat at the table together. Killian had tried to keep his more dangerous emotions bottled up, wanting to help calm her down, wanting to reassure her of his promise.

It seemed to have worked. She smiled.

Slowly but surely, their relationship returned to normal. There was still a hint of hesitation in her, but when she smiled, he counted that as a win.

Leaving the Turners was hard.

For Henry especially, but they had all formed such a deep connection with each other. He would miss Will’s reassurance and fun, Elizabeth’s strength and care, and young Henry’s innocence and cheer. But they did have a mission.

“Remember,” Henry told the younger one with a serious expression, “If the kraken escapes-”

“I’ll call Davy Jones to come get him,” Little Henry finished with a serious nod. “Just like you taught me.”

Killian wasn’t too proud to admit that the sight made him emotional. The boys had bonded quickly and he was loath to separate them. He would also miss the domesticity of the Turner home.

It took a while to separate the boys and Killian ended up promising to return as soon as they could. He hoped it was a promise he could keep. Henry looked at him with hopeful eyes and he sensed Emma’s disapproval. They were all reluctant to leave.

The gloomy cloud over Henry’s head was displayed prominently even after they silently made the hike back down to the village. Now, if only they could find a horse, or a carriage.

Emma’s head was covered by her hood once more and he tried to keep his eyes away from the dark green fabric while they began their search. He didn’t notice the growing distance between them and the boy.

“Oof!” he heard Henry exclaim. From a distance, he saw Henry with his hands on a horse’s side. Could he have bumped into it? Thankfully, he’d kept his feet under him. As they got closer, an older woman appeared from the horse’s opposite side, a concerned look on her face.

“Are you alright, dear?”

“Yeah,” Henry answered, a soft smile on his face as his hand reached for the animal’s head where it was nuzzling him. “I guess I didn’t see your horse.”

Killian reached where Henry stood at the same time as Emma.

“We’re so sorry about this,” Emma apologized, placing her hands on Henry’s shoulders. “We lost him for a bit, there.”

“No problem at all, dear.” The woman smiled kindly as she rubbed her thumb over Henry’s cheek. “Just let me know if you folks need some help.”

“Do you know how to get to Misthaven?” Henry asked, too quick for his companions to stop him, his focus on the calm horse.

“As a matter of fact,” the woman answered. “I’m headed that way myself.” She gestured to her carriage.

Well, this luck of theirs was getting ridiculous, Killian thought. By the look on her face, Emma seemed to agree.

“My name’s Johanna,” the woman introduced herself. “I’d be happy to give you a ride.”

“We really don’t wish to impose,” Killian tried to decline as politely as he could. The woman seemed fairly non-threatening but they surely couldn’t trust another stranger.

“You wouldn’t,” Johanna reassured. “It’s a long trip by foot and I would appreciate the company and the help. I’m certainly not getting any younger.”

Killian looked at Emma. He wasn’t too eager to make the trip by foot or spend what little coin he had left on transportation, but it couldn’t be this easy.

Emma looked intently at the woman. “How do you know you can trust us?”

“I don’t.” Johanna shrugged, without a waver in her smile. “But you look like you need help and if I can help such a sweet little boy, I will.” She touched her index to Henry’s scrunched up nose. “Besides, I have no riches and you don’t seem the type to harm someone for something so small.” She gestured towards her old carriage.

“We don’t,” Henry shook his head. “We only fight villains.”

Killian chuckled nervously. “We’ve been traveling for a long time, we’ve seen all sorts of people along the way,” he tried to explain.

“I bet you win, don’t you?” Johanna grinned at the boy.

“Yeah, we always do!” Henry matched her grin.

“Come on, then.” The woman raised to her full height, a good foot shorter than Killian, urging them to follow her to the carriage. “There’s no time to waste.”

Emma kept her hands on Henry’s shoulders preventing him from following the woman, nervously looking between Johanna and her companions. Henry looked up into Emma’s face.

“Are we really trusting her?” she asked. “Doesn’t it seem strange that we were this lucky?”

“She’s not a villain, Emma, she’s just nice,” Henry protested but Emma was more focused on Killian’s assessment.

“We have to be practical, Swan,” he tried to reassure. “She is right, we need the transport and I think it’s safe to say, she is relatively harmless.” Killian watched how Johanna moved things around in the cabin of the carriage. “You can stay inside the carriage with her and Henry while I drive.”

Emma looked into his eyes for a moment before nodding. He trusted her to keep Henry safe, she knew that. Despite his belief that they would be safe, they both knew they had to be cautious.

“Okay, yeah…” Emma nodded a few extra times for emphasis, her hands clenching and unclenching on Henry’s shoulders. The boy’s head landed on her stomach so he could look at her with a smile. “You’re right.” She returned it.

“Can we go now?” Henry asked, his gaze still on Emma’s. “I think I smelled something sweet from inside the carriage.” His small body began shaking in excitement and Emma’s smile widened.

Killian cursed her hood for not letting him see the entirety of it.

“I should have known you’d be easily charmed by candy,” Killian teased with a fond smile.

Henry’s put-upon innocent smile made them laugh. He felt eyes on them and he turned to see Johanna look at them with a fond smile. “Are you folks ready?”

“Yeah!” Before they could stop him, Henry rushed inside the carriage with Emma following close behind.

“I’ll take the reins,” Killian told the older woman.

“Of course, dear.” Her smile was full of understanding as she climbed inside the carriage.

The horse was black. It reminded him of Roger. Killian took his time to stroke his head before sacrificing one of the apples the Turners gave them to it. After a pat on its forehead, he took his seat with the reins safely in his hand.

“Hi!” Henry’s loud exclamation startled him and it was only thanks to his careful hold that he didn’t drop the reins.

Turning around, he found Henry’s head framed in a small window of the carriage behind him, a wide smile and laughs sounding from behind him. He couldn’t help but smile back.

“If I keep this open, we can still talk!” Henry pointed out, stepping aside from the opening for him to see Emma sitting in the middle with Johanna on her left and an empty seat on her right that likely belonged to Henry.

He found Emma’s eyes and even in the shade of the carriage and of her hood, he could still see her bright smile towards Henry. And when she finally turned her smile towards him, well… he was glad to have an unlimited source of air.

“That’s a great idea, lad.” Killian smiled, focusing on Henry. “Take a seat, my boy! Adventure awaits!” He winked at him before turning back to the road ahead. He heard his excited giggle and he ignored any strange look he got for the wide smile on his face as he urged the horse forward.

---

The Maritime Kingdom was just as beautiful and peaceful as he first thought. On their first day there, they had only seen the port and the limited sights of their hike to the Turner’s home but now, their path took them through the town.

It was a fishing town, of course. The smell of fish and sea and salt wafted through the streets. There were men and women shouting about their fair prices for quality products and children running up and down the streets happy and free.

It would be a good place to settle down. To start a family.

Killian shook those thoughts away for what felt like the millionth time.

He directed the horse along dirt roads out of the town, where houses became sparser until there was only a calm forest, beautiful and colorful flowers lining their way, following Johanna’s map. There were birds and squirrels in the trees and he thought he saw a deer between the far away bushes.

Henry had, in fact, been right. Johanna had an abundance of sweets that she gladly shared with them. They looked and tasted delicious. But not even the tasty sweets were able to quiet Henry - the journey so far had been filled with him telling everyone about his and Henry Turner’s adventures. He was glad he was keeping to more innocuous topics.

They stopped by a river to fill their canteens and have some of their rations to eat. The water was clear and reflected the equally clear sky. As Killian crouched on the river bank, he felt a prickling on the back of his neck. The water reflected a dark figure above in the sky. When he arched his neck to see it, it was gone.

Perhaps he was tired.

He was pulled back to the group by a loud laugh. Henry’s. Killian quickly looked at them to see Henry with his trousers rolled up to his knees splashing water onto Emma who was in exactly the same position, the water hiding her bare legs and her grin just as bright as the boy’s.

“We should arrive at Misthaven tomorrow,” Johanna called his attention from his companions, smiling fondly where she had also noticed Emma and Henry’s shenanigans.

“We’ll make camp tonight,” Killian offered, a last look at his companions before storing away their belongings.

He didn’t notice Johanna’s help. “They are quite precious, aren’t they?” He whipped his head towards her. “I can see you love them very much.”

His eyes went to the laughing duo unconsciously. “Hmm.” He cleared his throat. “I care for them.”

Emma looked up and caught his eye. His heart pounded against his chest, and his throat resembled the Agrabahan desert. Killian was losing count of the times her mere gaze produced such a profound reaction from him. He smiled, the grin widening when Henry, catching Emma distracted, kicked water at her. He laughed as Emma grabbed Henry by the waist and pulled him into her arms, tickling him mercilessly. His laughter echoed over the clearing.

Killian could just see from the corner of his eye Johanna nod with a fond smile. Maybe her words weren’t so far from the truth.

“We should carry on!” Killian called out over their sounds of joy.

The resuming of their journey had Emma and Henry trying to tickle each other’s bare feet until they had finally dried enough for them to slip on their shoes. Their laughter filled his heart with longing.

“Wow,” Henry gasped from the side window of the carriage. “What’s that?”

Making sure the road ahead was clear, he turned to look at where Henry was pointing. It was a large clearing, unassuming at first. A closer look told him that the ground wasn’t just barren, it was dried up, as if a great body of water had been there before. A glint out in the middle of the empty basin made Killian wonder if the sun was reflecting off just a small bit of leftover water. It was hard to imagine a lake of this size completely dried up.

“That,” Johanna answered, her voice sounding from next to Henry’s, “was Lake Nostos.”

The name sounded familiar but it had been a legend at best, decades old.

“It was, once upon a time, a great lake. It was said to be able to cure curses.”

“What happened to it? There’s no water.”

“The lake was protected by a siren, who had been cursed never to leave it. But, about three decades ago, someone killed the siren and the lake dried up.”

“Oh.” Henry’s quiet word was loud in the small carriage. “Why would someone do that?”

He heard shuffling in the back seat. “Some people abuse the good of the world, Henry,” Emma spoke softly. “All we can do is try and protect what we can as best we can.”

He thought of how pertinent her words were to their situation and he wondered if she realized it. She probably did. Knowing her, she probably said it for that purpose alone.

“Yeah, that’s what heroes do,” Henry said confidently.

Henry thinking of them as heroes wasn’t new. It was true that he had done a lot more good in the time he’d been with the boy than in the past 10 years, but…there was still much to atone for. Killian hoped Henry understood, that for him, he would try to be one.

Thankfully, conversation quickly moved towards easier subjects. Johanna used the moment to ask Henry more about his heroic adventures while staying with the Turners and the boy was more than willing to tell her all about them.

The boy knew how to tell a story and had them laughing in no time. Killian welcomed the laughter.

Especially as the forest became darker. As they carried on, there was less noise. He had grown used to seeing and hearing the birds around them but they dwindled to nothing as they rode along. The trees were less alive. The flowers less colorful.

He tried to chalk it up to the approaching night, but even he knew it felt unnatural.

As soon as the sun set, he decided to stop. He had never been afraid of the dark, but he was carrying precious cargo now. He stopped at a clearing off the dirt road. They were quick to build a fire, not only to warm them against the cold night but also to chase away the darkness.

The feeling of being watched that had followed him from the river had only intensified.

“Johanna,” Henry called from where he had curled up against Killian’s chest - he had wanted to keep him close. “Do you know any stories?”

Killian and Emma smiled. The night became a little less dark.

“As a matter of fact,” Johanna smiled fondly, tightening the blanket around her, “I do. Have you heard of the Princess and the Shepherd?”

He heard Henry’s gasp before he saw his surprised expression. “I have! Killian told me that one before.”

“I’m not surprised.” Johanna smiled at Killian. “It is one of the most famous stories in the Enchanted Forest.” Killian nodded in recognition.

“Yeah,” Henry continued, glancing at where Emma leaned against a tree next to him. “He told us about how they fell in love and lived happily ever after after defeating the Evil Queen.”

Killian watched Johanna thin her lips, her eyes shifting away from Henry’s face. By the way the boy’s shoulders tensed, Killian knew he noticed, too.

“Did they not live happily ever after?” he asked in a small voice, looking between the adults.

“Well, they were happy,” Johanna began. A vicious protective instinct surged up in him as he tightened his arm around Henry and hoped that the older woman wouldn’t keep talking. He wasn’t so lucky. “But unfortunately, it wasn’t ever after.”

Henry shot sad and slightly accusatory eyes at Killian. He didn’t know what to say.

“Not everyone knows this part of the story,” Johanna defended, bringing Henry’s attention back to her.

“Can you tell it to us then?” The boy asked determinedly. Killian looked at Emma and he felt her nervous energy match his.

“Hmm.” The older woman looked between the other two adults before landing on Killian. He nodded, knowing the boy’s curiosity wouldn’t be sated if she didn’t. “Sure, sweetheart.”

“As you know, the princess married the shepherd.” Johanna sat back comfortably, warming her hands by the fire. He felt Henry burrow against him. “They managed to thwart the Evil Queen’s plans and there was peace for a while. They were happy.”

“Then the good news spread, the queen was to have a child. An heir for the kingdom.”

Misthaven was a mystery to all. A kingdom so deserted that the news that there had been an heir told him that this story was not going to have a happy ending. He pulled Henry even closer to him.

“On the heels of the happy news for the kingdom, dark murmurs began to spread of the Evil Queen’s return.” Killian heard Henry’s soft inhale of breath. “There were rumors of a dark curse that she planned to unleash on the kingdom. A curse that would destroy everyone’s happiness.”

“Why was she doing that?” Henry’s voice was quiet, a question asked almost to himself.

“The Evil Queen believed that the princess destroyed her chance at love when she was a young child, around your age.”

“Do you think she did it?”

“No,” Johanna’s tone was incontestable, a strength to her belief that niggled at the back of his mind. “She was kind and caring, she would never do such a thing.”

“Then why did the Queen think she did it?”

“Sometimes,” Killian answered in Johanna’s stead. “people let themselves be changed by grief.” He spoke from experience.

He felt Emma’s eyes on him and when he turned to her, he saw a quiet understanding fill them. He wanted to hold her hand, feel her touch on him, an extra helping of reassurance. Henry, feeling his turbulent emotions, tightened his hold around his torso.

“Didn’t the princess try to explain what happened?” Henry asked.

“She did, but the Evil Queen refused to see reason,” Johanna answered. “She blamed the child for her lover’s death.”

Henry sighed. Johanna stopped for a moment. He knew Henry always looked for and saw the best in people, believed that everyone deserved redemption, but given what they’d seen of Misthaven so far, Killian knew there was no room for believing in second chances in this story.

“Okay.” The boy nodded. “The Evil Queen didn’t believe the princess and tried to kill her…” He took a deep breath. “Now, the princess is going to have a baby.” He looked at Johanna, urging her to continue.

The older woman smiled kindly over at them before nodding.

“The kingdom was in celebration, after so many years of worry and danger, there was peace and calm and hope for the future. Even with the Evil Queen’s new threat, the royals wanted to keep hope, and wanted to keep believing that they would defeat her once more.

“They had a baby girl,” Johanna’s eyes shifted for a moment. “There was a grand celebration in the kingdom. The festivities lasted for a week. Everyone was happy and hopeful.”

“And then the Evil Queen showed up,” Henry surmised in a low tone.

Johanna’s nod was sad, a burden he hadn’t recognised before. “She did, she threatened the whole kingdom with her curse and the queen and her prince searched for a solution, something to save them all.”

“Years before, they had managed to imprison a dark sorcerer.” Killian shivered instinctively at Johanna’s words, the memories of a heart turning to ash forefront in his mind. “They went to him for help and he told them that their baby was the answer, that she would be the one to save them. But they had to destroy the curse, or else there would be nothing to save.”

“They made a deal with the sorcerer.”

“Why would they do that?” Henry asked, shocked. “Don’t they know dark magic is bad?”

“They were desperate,” Johanna explained, a somber look in her face. “People can do crazy things for love.”

“Did they trust him?”

“Nooo, absolutely not,” Johanna continued, drawing out the negative to make her point. “They knew he would want something in return, and they were prepared to give it as long as it meant keeping their daughter and their kingdom safe.”

“How did they do it?” Emma asked, finally speaking after sitting so long in silence.

Johanna’s smile softened as she looked towards Emma for a moment, a tenderness in her eyes that surprised him. He couldn’t help but think that there was something behind that smile, something important.

“The sorcerer asked them only for a hair from each of them and to keep his presence in the dungeons a secret.”

“That seems too good to be true,” Killian commented.

“They thought so, too.” Johanna nodded. “They were told that it was possible that the hairs were a way to concentrate the magic of their True Love, a magic that was as powerful as it was rare. And they assumed he wanted to keep any enemies from finding him. His cage kept him powerless and while not in danger, it did leave him vulnerable.”

“Did they accept it?” Henry asked.

“They did. They each handed him a single hair from their heads and placed a protection spell around his cage. He then told them what to do. He told them how the curse looked and where to find it.”

“How did he know?” Killian asked suspiciously.

“They didn’t ask. I believe he had something to do with it. The queen and her prince didn’t waste time with such considerations, they needed to act fast.”

“What was the plan?” The boy’s quiet voice asked from his cocoon within Killian’s embrace.

“They separated. While the princess distracted the Evil Queen, her prince destroyed the curse.”

“Did it work?”

“Yes.” Johanna’s smile didn’t take away from the sadness in her eyes. He wondered if Henry could see it, too, or if he was just too tired. Killian’s eyes met Emma’s and he knew she noticed. “They destroyed the curse but the Evil Queen still managed to get to them.” She took a deep mournful breath. “We found out the next day that she had killed them when she appeared in the courtyard with their bodies.”

Killian’s hand rested over Henry’s head, the boy’s body impossibly close to him, hoping to give him some support. There was a moment of silence and Killian focused on Henry’s breathing, looking for any indication of distress.

“What happened to the baby?” Emma asked, her arms around her knees.

“She disappeared.” Johanna looked down at the ground. He could feel the shame and guilt overtake her - he had enough experience with that. “I was tasked with guarding her, along with a group of their best soldiers.” She took a deep steadying breath. “I don’t know what happened, but, before I knew it, the soldiers and I were waking up from the ground and the crib was empty.”

“Someone took her…”

“We looked everywhere. I heard her cry. It was coming from outside. I thought I was going crazy because I could have sworn I saw a dark figure flying away, the cries going with it.

“I couldn’t stop it.” Johanna was crying now, likely reliving those moments all over again.

Killian watched as Emma reached out a hand towards Johanna’s arm. At the contact, Johanna looked up, their eyes meeting. The older woman’s eyes filled up with determination and relief.

He felt Emma’s nervous energy, a soft discomfort to the strength of Johanna’s emotions.

“What happened to Misthaven?” Killian asked, interrupting the moment between the two.

“The Evil Queen took over,” Johanna answered, wiping away her tears and focusing on him. “It is a desolate, ruined kingdom. Some escaped, looking for peace. Many tried to fight, many lost, many were forced to serve her. But many still fight to this day.

“The ones who still fight believe that the child will return to them. That she will save them.” Johanna’s eyes glanced towards Emma. “I am one of those people.”

“How long has it been?” Henry asked, his voice hushed and tinged with tiredness.

“28 years since we lost them.” Johanna sighed, for the first time in their journey, she showed her age, the burden of time catching up to the spry older woman she had seemed to be.

Killian noticed Emma’s frown as she looked towards the ground, a look of concentration on her face, confusion and denial. He ached to comfort her.

“You were close to the family then?” Emma’s eyes were blank as she looked up at Johanna. He could feel the spark of determination in her, a need for answers.

Johanna nodded, a quick flash of understanding in her eyes. “I was the princess’ caregiver since she was a child. I watched her grow up, it was like she was my own.”

Henry’s body felt heavier against his, his steady breathing against his chest and his arms loosening around him. The boy was falling fast asleep. Carefully, he ran his hand up and down his back, hoping to grant him some comfort even in sleep.

“And you did the same for their daughter, didn’t you?”

He watched Johanna’s throat work as she swallowed, her smile sad and her eyes widening. She nodded.

“So you know more than you say.” Her tone grew accusatory, a hint of desperation in it.

“I-” She stopped, taking a deep breath. “Her name was Emma.” He felt the air spark around them. “She was barely half a year old before she was lost to us.”

“What do you remember of her?” Killian asked in a quiet voice.

Johanna closed her eyes. “She had light green eyes, like her mothers, and there was a waft of light hair on the top of her head. She was so small but she would grasp onto your finger with an unbelievable strength.” There was a smile on her face and Killian watched as tears began to form in her eyes. “She loved it when we spoke to her, you could see her little eyes following you. She would fall asleep to her mother’s singing.”

There was a shine of tears in Emma’s eyes and he saw it: the lost girl who was so afraid to hope. His hand clenched as he restrained himself from reaching for her, knowing that Henry’s presence on his lap wouldn’t allow it. The boy shifted but remained asleep and Killian took a deep breath to center himself.

“She was born in the winter, on a very cold night. I remember wrapping her up tight in the blanket Granny Lucas knitted for her.” Her eyes remained closed, lost in the memory. “It was white and soft and it had her name knitted in blue yarn. She-”

“It wasn’t blue,” Emma interrupted, her hands shuffling around a piece that he recognised as her blanket. He hadn’t noticed her removing it from her satchel. “It was purple.”

Johanna’s eyes widened as she laid eyes on the knitted piece Emma had turned towards her. Killian saw her hands shake as she looked at it for a moment longer. When her eyes found Emma’s, there were tears streaming down her cheeks. A look of hope that seemed to take Emma’s breath away, even if he could still see the caution in her.

“I knew it was you.” Johanna’s voice shook, her smile wide and emotional. “When I saw you, I just knew it. You have your mother’s chin, and eyes, and you look so much like your father.”

Emma held her breath, obviously trying to stifle her emotions.

“I wanted to be sure, I didn’t want to trick you or lie to you. But it is you.”

With the piece of the blanket on her lap, Emma wrapped her arms around herself. It was obvious that she wanted to push aside Johanna’s emotional response, focusing on getting her answers, on not letting hope take over.

“So my parents…they’re gone?” Johanna nodded. “They didn’t abandon me, then.”

“No, Emma.” The older woman’s voice shook, the emotion getting the better of her. “They fought to give you a future, to allow you to grow up in a world without this evil hanging above your head. They were hoping for a victory. They had started planning your first birthday celebration.” Her smile was overwhelmingly sad.

“Why didn’t they stay with me? Why didn’t they let someone else fight instead?” The anger in her tone, the resentment, were on full display and Killian longed to hold her, comfort her.

“I asked them the same thing, my dear,” Johanna sighed, understanding. “They felt like it was their fault, it was their kingdom and they needed to fight for it. They were confident they’d be successful and they’d come home to you again.”

“They were reckless.” Emma sat back against the tree, her eyes angry.

“They were hopeful.”

There was silence after that. He watched, powerless, as Emma struggled with these strong emotions. She seemed relieved to have answers, to know what happened, but he could also see the way she resented them, thought it was their fault she grew up alone.

He understood. He felt her distress like it was his own.

“I think we should get some rest.” Killian spoke quietly, hoping to interrupt the moment. “We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Yes,” Johanna agreed, discreetly wiping away her tears and wrapping herself tighter in her blanket. “We should follow the boy’s lead and recover our strength.” There was a soft smile on her face that didn’t completely hide the tornado of emotions in her eyes.

Emma simply nodded, turning towards Henry’s back. He watched Johanna turn to the opposite side. His eyes found Emma’s, sure she could see the concern behind them.

She nodded at him, the corner of her lip pulling up in an attempt at reassurance. He appreciated it more than he could express. He smiled back at her, hoping to show her his support. She understood. Of course she did.

He wrapped the blanket tighter around him and Henry and watched Emma do the same around herself. She closed her eyes and he made an effort to rest as well.

---

Emma was the first to wake the next morning. A rare occurrence but Killian assumed the complicated night before had something to do with it. He could see her from his spot against the tree as she tidied up their things in the carriage. He didn’t think Johanna was asleep. She was too still and he thought she might be too lost in thought.

Henry was still asleep against him when Killian woke up. He had felt him stir and squirm during the night and decided to let him rest as much as he could. It wasn’t long before the boy stirred awake. Killian was still as he looked around, realizing where they were.

“Killian?” Henry whispered in a hushed tone.

“Aye, lad?”

“Is Emma okay?” The boy raised his head still keeping close to him.

“I hope so,” Killian sighed, looking towards the hooded figure by the horse. “I think it’s been a tough night for her.”

“Did Johanna tell you anything else? I think I fell asleep.”

Killian smiled fondly, the tip of his hook touching the tip of Henry’s scrunched up nose. “She did.” He worried if he should be honest or if he should leave it to Emma. “She told us about the baby, do you remember it?”

Henry nodded looking around. He wondered for a moment what was going on inside his head as he spent a few minutes studying his surroundings. Then Henry spoke, in a tone that didn’t beg any doubts.

“Emma’s the baby, isn’t she?”

“Why would you think that, my boy?”

“I have noticed that, this whole trip we’re on, has been leading us to important places.” Henry sat up, next to Killian against the tree. “It led us to Emma. It led us to Elsa and your last link to Liam, and now it’s leading us to Misthaven where a baby has been missing for a long time. I think Johanna was right and their lost child has returned to save them. Emma.”

Killian smiled fondly as Henry caught his breath after his passionate speech.

“You’re a very clever lad, you know?” Henry looked at him with a frown to his brow but smiled shyly soon after. “Why don’t you go and give your good mornings to Emma? I’m sure she’d like one of your hugs.”

“Yeah!” Henry quickly scrambled to stand up.

“Lad.” Killian stopped the boy with a hand on his wrist. “Let Emma be the one to tell you.”

“I won’t push her.” Henry nodded solemnly.

“Thank you.”

They smiled at each other before Henry ran towards Emma.

“He’s a very special boy.”

Killian’s eyes found Johanna’s from where she now sat against a rock. She turned to see Henry giving Emma a strong hug, one she desperately returned.

“You have no idea,” Killian whispered.

“Do you think Emma will be okay?”

He nodded. “She’s strong. It will take some time but she will.”

“I trust you and Henry will be there to help her.” Johanna’s tone was soft and her smile even softer.

“We will.” He nodded with an unspoken promise.

Johanna smiled, throwing a last look towards where Emma and Henry were excitedly talking - well, Henry at least - before standing up. “I’ll fill our canteens.”

Alone, for the first time in a week, Killian took a deep breath. If Henry was right, and he was sure he was, they needed to prepare for whatever Misthaven threw at them.

---

They all ate together.

Emma stayed fairly quiet, unless someone spoke to her directly. He was sure she had noticed his concerned looks towards her but she hadn’t made an effort to acknowledge them.

Henry had gotten up to refill their canteens for the last time after they ate with Johanna accompanying him. Emma had made her way to the horse and carriage when Killian finished putting away their things.

He joined her.

He saw her look at a piece of paper, so old he was surprised it still held together. There was a sketch of a long haired woman and he was able to read the words “Snow White” on it before she put it away in her bag.

“Hey.” Killian tried to keep his presence from startling her but he should know better.

“You know, I could feel your worry from a mile away.”

He was anxious that she might be annoyed with him but he noticed her lips pulled up at the corners.

“I am fine, Killian,” she assured before turning towards him.

“Are you?”

“Aye.” Emma raised her eyebrow in a terrible imitation of his accent.

Killian chuckled, shaking his head. “Are you sure? I know last night was hard, but-”

“It was,” Emma interrupted, crossing her arms. “But I’m glad I have answers. Now I know they didn’t abandon me. I know I was loved.” She shrugged, helplessly.

His hands clenched and he focused on his words instead, hoping to give her some support.

“You are still loved, Emma.”

Her eyes whipped to his, startled by the sentiment.

“We were brought together for a reason.” He shrugged, trying to downplay his conviction. “I think we needed each other.”

She cleared her throat, looking down before looking back at him. “Henry needed us.”

“Emma.” He tried to control his emotions but it was futile. “You know it’s not just about this mission.”

From a distance, he heard Henry’s chatter become louder. Right in front of his eyes, he watched Emma’s walls slam up with him on the opposite side.

“We need to focus on what’s coming next.”

Defeated, he sighed. “As you wish.”

“Killian,” Henry called, and Killian turned to see his excited smile. “Can I sit next to you?”

He felt Emma’s nervous energy spike behind him. He imagined she didn’t want to stay alone with Johanna in the carriage, not after last night. But he also couldn’t deny the boy anything.

“Of course, lad,” Killian smiled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “But only for a bit. We don’t know what is awaiting us as we approach Misthaven.”

“Deal!” He grinned widely as he rushed to pat the horse’s side and sat down in the front seat.

“Time to go.” Killian smiled at the two women before joining the boy.

He tried to ignore the tension between their companions as they entered the carriage. The window stayed open between the inside and the outside but Henry didn’t try to interrupt the environment inside it.

He suspected the boy hoped that Johanna would be able to talk to Emma and reassure her, but he didn't have the heart to try and dissuade him of the notion. He thought he heard a semblance of a conversation from inside the carriage - words like “names” and “snow” and “charming” drifting outside - but his attention was focused on the boy’s redundant game of guessing what he was describing. They were crossing through the woods, everything was either a tree or a flower.

Halfway through their ride, just as the forest around began to look withered and dead, Killian stopped so that Henry could get back inside the carriage.

As predicted, it didn’t take too long before they reached a crumbling wall, being taken over by the forest around them. Killian stopped the carriage a few feet away.

Johanna was right. Misthaven was desolate and ruined. But anything they imagined paled in comparison to the reality.

There was utter silence among the ruins, no life inside its boundaries. He could see some of the houses closer to the walls had been burned to the ground. He wondered if it continued the further they walked into the kingdom. Someone had cemented shards of mirrors in the walls that still stood - in some of the stones from the outer wall, in the houses, even on the ground.

He had heard stories about the greatness of Misthaven. A light in the middle of a valley.

This was darkness.

They all exited the carriage. Killian took a moment to stroke the horse’s side before he grabbed his satchel from where Emma was handing it to him. Johanna stood next to it.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany you inside.” They all turned to the older woman.

“Why?” Henry asked, a touch of indignation in his tone.

Johanna smiled sadly. “The Evil Queen has barred anyone from entering the kingdom. But I suspect she is expecting the three of you.”

“So we’re heading into a trap,” Emma surmised, looking at the ruins behind them.

“I remember Snow telling me that the Evil Queen always seemed to know things. That she could see them. I remember her asking the servants to remove the mirrors from the castle one by one,” Johanna explained.

Killian didn’t question the use of “Snow” as a name. He assumed that had something to do with their conversation inside the carriage. He looked back at the walls, more specifically at the shards of mirrors that now seemed to take on a different purpose. A new danger.

“She can see us,” Killian finished.

“I believe so.” Johanna nodded, nervously.

He heard Henry take a deep breath. “This is where Cygnus is taking us, this is where we’re meant to be.” It felt like he was convincing himself just as much as them.

They ignored Johanna’s confusion at the mention of the constellation as they looked at each other. They have been in battle together before and won; he believed they would do it again.

“I guess we’re going in.” Emma nodded determinedly, fixing the strap of her satchel on her shoulder.

“My dear,” Johanna began as she reached for Emma. He noticed her flinch in response. “I know this is difficult for you. I understand, truly, I do. But know this. You have my faith. You have your people’s faith. We believe in you.”

Emma looked uncomfortable. She still wasn’t used to this sort of sentiment.

“Thank you for your help, ma’am.” Killian took a step forward, catching the older woman’s attention.

She nodded. “Be careful and take care of each other.”

Henry held onto his hand and took Emma’s as well, who smiled at him.

“We will, thank you.” Henry smiled and Emma nodded at the woman, looking more at ease.

They watched for a moment as the woman sat down on the front seat of the carriage. They turned back to the ruins just as the carriage began to move away.

They would be okay.

---

“Our guests have arrived, mirror,” Regina grinned widely as she watched Killian, Emma and the Heart of the Truest Believer, walk towards the empty space between the walls within the black frame of the mirror.

She waved her hand, willing the spell around the kingdom’s border to allow them passage. There was a maniac gleam in her eyes and an anxious spark surrounding her.

“Let’s give them a warm welcome, shall we?”

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