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A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.
Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting invites four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, Lady Samient plays with the Commander.
(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 2,200. Rating: all audiences.)
Chapter 34: Lady Samient's Gambit (Reprise)
“And then, he offered to invite my dear Lady Orroat himself!” sang Lady Erridge, of her encounter with the Commander. “It was so terribly kind—not at all what I had expected.”
Lady Samient stirred her tea in silence; the Baroness shot her a look.
Neither woman wished to tell Lady Erridge that she had been a fool, and that the Commander had played her, because it was not Lady Erridge’s fault.
It was, as far as Lady Samient was concerned, the Commander’s. And that was a grave error indeed.
She was quite sick of the Commander, at this point. It was not as if she cared for whatever injury he might have caused her, but that which he had caused to her friends was unforgivable. And though Lady Montilyet’s attempt to fall on the sword had been admirable indeed, Samient was not to be swayed. This was badly done, and by none other than him.
Lady Samient knew quite what to do, however. The very next day, she went to the garden. As birds sang, and flowers bloomed, she prepared to mete out his punishment.
The chess table was secured; Samient laid out the pieces. A runner was borrowed, and sent to the Commander, to tell him of urgent business. From who? The Ambassador, in the garden. She’d be waiting.
Not really. It was Samient who waited. But not for long.
The Commander strode out of the Great Hall, eyes searching. He saw no Ambassador, of course, amongst the various chanters and visiting nobles who dotted the place. Not amongst the bushes or shrubbery. Not amongst the columns and brickwork.
But he did see, sat by a chess table, one Lady Samient.
She met his gaze, and raised a hand that beckoned. The Commander heeded the summon. She asked, upon his approach:
“Urgent business, Commander?”
He nodded, as an understanding of the situation seemed to settle upon him. “Good morning, your Ladyship.”
“Always chasing work, aren’t you? Why not sit, hm? Why not relax? Why not play?”
She gestured to the board, and the empty seat opposite. He glanced at both, then back to her. It was clear by his face that he knew this was not quite a genuine invitation, but she had not intended to hide that fact. He was welcome to doubt. He was welcome to fear.
But being the brave, brave boy that he was, he took the seat she offered, and pulled in to the table. “Shall you start or I?” he wondered.
“I shall.”
Samient sent forth a cavalry piece, and waited. The Commander pushed one of his own up front.
Usually, such moves were made to open the back line, and allow more powerful pieces their freedom to attack. Yet, Samient ignored them. She moved another cavalry to the fore.
The Commander took note of this, sliding out his chanter, but stopping short of performing a capture. Samient pushed her cavalry another step forward.
“How would you describe your playstyle?” she asked, as the Commander tried to divine hers. “Callous? Brutish? Unfeeling?”
The Commander introduced a Knight-Templar to the fray, and looked to her. “Is that how you would describe it?”
“No. That is how I would describe you.”
Without leaving his gaze, eyes steeled against the contact, she moved. Her cavalry. Another hex up. The piece abutted the Commander’s own.
“I see,” said the Commander. His chanter retreated. “I don’t blame you.”
An interesting response. Samient took his cavalry; hers now put him in check. “So you are aware of your own flaws?”
The Commander captured her encroaching piece with ease. “Inescapably.”
“And yet you think yourself deserving of my friend?”
“I never said I was.”
He did not have to say anything. Samient had seen enough of his behaviour around Lady Trevelyan to know that the man had designs on her, and was clearly not making them for the sake of failure.
Her eyes returned to the board. Her favoured piece now captured, Samient moved a different cavalry off the line.
The Commander paused, as if there were anything in this game to think about. And yet, all his deliberations seemed to result in was the movement of his own cavalry.
“Why aren’t you playing properly?” he asked.
Samient smiled, and sent her next sacrifice to his waiting forces. “Because you never did for us.”
The Commander nodded. “Very well.”
Same as he had just done, same as she had just done, he pushed the cavalry he had previously pushed one more meagre hex up. It came face-to-face with Samient’s. Neither could move.
Samient simply resorted to the next cavalry along. He did the same. She moved it forward. He did the same. She repeated the motion. He did the same.
Samient huffed. “Why aren’t you playing properly?”
“You say I never did.”
He continued his charade. She rolled her eyes. Instead of simply admitting his sins, he would rely upon petulance? Samient clarified:
“Why aren’t you playing properly now?”
He countered: “You started it.”
Really! The board shuddered and pieces trembled as Samient thudded down her next. “How childish,” she muttered.
The Commander smiled. “As I say”—he took another poor move—“you started it.”
Such arrogance, for a man who did not deserve to think so highly of himself. He would not have the satisfaction. Despite his taunts, Samient continued what she had ‘started’. Another cavalry marched.
The Commander did not mirror her, this time, but selected his chanter, and slid it across the board. Ha. He had fatigued, then, and decided to play at last. Samient took her banal turn.
And then the Commander moved his chanter back from whence it had come.
Samient scoffed. She continued her cavalry’s forward plod. In response, the Commander moved a castle, capturing nothing. His next go, he moved it back.
“Ridiculous,” Samient commented.
“I agree,” said the Commander. He leant back in his chair, and regarded her with intensity. “So why bother with this? The Ambassador says you’re an honest woman, Lady Samient. Can’t you simply tell me why you hate me, and spare us both this farce?”
Samient met his stare, and returned it with contempt. “Very well. I hate you because you are selfish, unfeeling, and you ruined the happiness of my friend,” she told him. “Was that not apparent enough, Commander? Did you really need it explaining?”
“No. But I believe you needed to say it.”
He finally moved his Knight-Templar, and took a cavalry. Samient shifted to defend.
“So you think you are doing me a kindness, do you?” she asked, spitefully. “How heroic you are, Commander.”
“I am sorry, Lady Samient, for what I’ve done,” he said, regardless. “I never wished to hurt y—I was ignorant, of how my actions would affect you all.”
“Why apologise to me? It’s not as if I care.”
He took another of her pieces. “Then why are we playing?”
Oh! How delightful—he actually thought she gave two shits about who he was and what he did! Lady Samient laughed, in the devastatingly haunting way only an Orlesian noble could. This was going to be exhilarating!
“No, no—you misunderstand me, Commander,” she sneered. “I only care about what you did to my friend. I do not care about what you did to me—and I certainly do not care about you.”
He brought out his empress. “I see.”
She took a Knight-Templar with her chanter. “In fact, if you wish me to be honest, then know this: I never cared about you. I was never interested. Nor was my father, who sent me here. This was punishment for me, Commander, as much as it has been for you.”
He took a castle, his eyes flicking from the board, to her. “What kind of punishment?”
“A mocking one. You are a man of ill breeding, intended as nothing more than a temporary diversion, to cure an apparent inclination towards low-born men.” Samient revealed a Knight-Templar, from her back line. “Though I never had any intention of burdening myself with you, Commander, for I am already engaged.”
The Commander stopped, mid-turn. “What?”
Samient smiled at herself. She’d hid it from Lady Trevelyan, because Lady Trevelyan knew enough pain already. Yet the Commander knew nothing, and to see his shock and insult was so, so satisfying.
“I have been for some months,” she said, as if it were obvious. “To a ‘inferior’ man, whom my father wishes me to forget in your all-consuming presence. I suppose I did try to seduce you, at first—but, Maker, you are so terribly pathetic that you did not even realise what I was attempting!”
The Commander’s face flashed, between surprise, then confusion, then hurt. Yet, it seemed, the wound that Samient cut did not end embedded within him:
“Why would you flirt with a man when you are already engaged?” he asked.
The answer was simple. The answer was the reason she hadn’t told Lady Trevelyan. “Because my betrothed is good as dead. My father sent him to the frontlines, when he found out. Try to wound me, Commander. There is no pain I could feel anymore.”
The Commander finally finished his turn, bringing his empress closer to her back line. “I recall a report regarding Duke Samient sending troops...” he muttered. “But he did so after the truce had been called. I am certain.”
“And?”
“The Inquisition has overseen the cessation of all fighting, and ensured that it has remained so. I have had no soldier reported dead in combat since.”
Samient glanced away. No. She could not let herself hope again. Her only choice, to be able to live, to be able to go on, was to assume the worst. That she would never see Vichy again.
“I have long given in,” she admitted. She pushed her chanter lazily from one hex to the next. “All I care for is to return home.”
She drew back her hair, and revealed her ears. There was little purpose in concealing it, now. He already knew everything else.
The Commander took in the sight, then returned his attention to the board. His finger hovered above his empress. “If that is all”—he stopped, and knocked over his emperor, instead—“then you ought to have just asked.”
Samient shook her head. “Ask what?”
“For help.”
She scoffed. “Is that how you will return to your favourite’s good opinion, hm? By helping me?”
The Commander shrugged. “I hadn’t thought. But no. I want to help you because that is our purpose—the Inquisition’s purpose.”
“Really? And for nothing in exchange? When doing so would attract the ire of my father?”
The Commander smiled. “Lady Samient, if I may be honest?”
She allowed it.
“I never had any intention of impressing your father.”
Samient could not help herself from chuckling. There was little she would believe coming from his mouth at this moment, but that—that she could believe. Had she only known it earlier, they might have gotten along better!
He leant forward, and told her across the board: “If you wish to be with your betrothed and return to your clan, the Inquisition can help.”
The game was over, yet Samient moved a piece. It can’t have been that easy. Lady Trevelyan couldn’t have been right. This—this wasn’t…
“To which clan do you belong?” he asked.
Samient said it before she’d even finished registering the question: “Sumara.”
The Commander nodded. “They were in the Free Marches, last I recall.”
“Yes, Lady Trevelyan said—”
He hummed. “That’s why she’d asked about it. I see. I can find their exact location. Our Dalish agent, Loranil, could travel with you, to aid you in establishing contact.”
He was speaking too fast. Or, perhaps, she was processing it all too slowly. Her mind, like the board, was a mess. So much a mess, in fact, that she spoke the next two words without even thinking:
“And Vichy?”
“Vichy?”
“My betrothed,” she said.
The Commander nodded, the concentration on his face betraying the mechanisms of his mind: “I’ll have Josephine pull strings in Orlais,” he told her. “We can conscript him to the Inqusition, then send him on with a retinue to Jader. You can meet there, before crossing to the Free Marches.”
Moving pieces; avoiding capture; protecting those who needed it. The Commander seemed to thrive upon it all.
Was this real? Samient glanced about, to the garden, to the arcade. People talked, birds sang, the sun broke free of a cloud to shine a little brighter. Signs of life, that she had not seen for months. This was real.
The Commander stood. “I can set things in motion now, if you allow me.”
Samient shot to her feet. “Yes. Please.”
“Very well. I’ll see to it—”
“Commander,” she said, before he could turn away, “I am sorry. That I attempted to manipulate you, when we met. I should have asked... long ago. Very long ago.”
The Commander shook his head. “It’s all right. If anyone should have been honest from the beginning… it’s me.”
Samient would not deny that.
“I should be going,” he told her, before adding with a smile: “I have urgent business.”
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The Ultimate Medieval Irish Guide To In Loco Parentis
aka: all the medieval Irish references and sources, explained, for the benefit of those who want to know more about the texts I'm working with, and to justify my characterisation and plot choices to those who know enough about the texts to doubt me on that front. This post is going to be long, so I'm putting all the detail below a read-more to save your dashes.
There will be uncharacteristic use of capital letters throughout to make it easier to read (and for the benefit of those only familiar with my fic-writing habits and not my post-writing habits). There will also be spoilers, so if you have not finished reading In Loco Parentis, you may wish to do that first, or only read as far as you've got, or whatever.
It should be borne in mind that I began this fic three and a quarter years ago and therefore it is entirely possible there are some additional layers and references that I have forgotten about and which never came to fruition enough for me to recognise them when I read it back from the beginning to make this post.
OKAY HERE WE GO
Chapter 1
Láeg and Cú Chulainn as odd flatmates. In the Ulster Cycle, Láeg is Cú Chulainn's charioteer. This doesn't only entail driving him around, but also looking after his weapons, giving him advice, sometimes preparing food, negotiating on his behalf, etc. You'll see him do all these things in Táin Bó Cúailnge (TBC), where the two live together in the wilderness for months at a time. In Oideadh Con Culainn (OCC), Emer implies that she, Cú Chulainn, and Láeg all live together, so the idea of them sharing a house has textual support. Yay! We don't actually know how they met, or at what age, because the texts don't seem to think that's important (there's one text, which @finnlongman has edited, which shows them being raised together from infancy, but otherwise Láeg's past is entirely obscure), so I had a pretty free rein on that front.
Láeg's other flatmates all bailed on him -- this thread will be explained a little later, because it's one of the major ways I integrated one of TBC's remscéla (fore-tales)
Cú Chulainn is 17. This is the age that he is in TBC, so it seemed the obvious place to start the story.
Lug and Súaltaim are Cú Chulainn's gay dads. Ah yes. This is a reference to Compert Con Culainn, which tells of how Cú Chulainn was conceived three times. Technically speaking, only the third child survives, and this becomes Cú Chulainn -- this is the child fathered by Súaltaim. However, this triple conception seems to mean something, and in one version of TBC, Lug is referred to as Cú Chulainn's father from the otherworld, despite the fact he's always known as "mac Súaltaim" (son of Súaltaim). The idea of them as co-parents amused me and was actually the origin point of this fic.
Cú Chulainn is small. I've talked about this before on this blog but basically, everyone who meets Cú Chulainn in TBC is like "why are you so small" and he describes himself as a "little creature" at one point (he is just a litel creacher... he cannot help this). So, canon support for that too.
Chapter 2
Emer dares/blackmails Cú Chulainn into joining the ballet soc. This is a reference to Tochmarc Emire, when Cú Chulainn goes to woo Emer and, in the course of this, is obliged to travel to train with Scáthach and develop his fighting skills (and then fight Emer's family for her).
Cú Chulainn is trans. See again: everyone in TBC asking Cú Chulainn why he's so small and why he doesn't have a beard. BIG TRANS MOOD. @finnlongman has done actual academic research on trans readings of Cú Chulainn.
Cú Chulainn is studying theology. Historically there has been a lot of dodgy scholarship on medieval Irish material, including uncritically considering all the characters to be gods and everything vaguely mythological to be an unadulterated pagan survival. This is patently untrue but we still had to put up with people calling Cú Chulainn a sun god for a while. So, our starting point for his academic experiences is with theology, but it doesn't suit him.
Cormac has a bad relationship with his dad. Again, this will be explained soon. Ditto Fergus's absence, since that's all part of the same ongoing reference.
Chapter 3
Violence against alarm clocks. There is a scene in the Macgnímartha (Boyhood Deeds) portion of TBC in which Cú Chulainn brains the person who is trying to wake him and after that it is declared that he should just be left to sleep and he'll wake up when he's good and ready. I relate to this. I am also not a morning person.
Annoying older brother Láeg. In the version of Compert Con Culainn that I mentioned above, where Láeg and Cú Chulainn are raised together from infancy, it's implied that Láeg is slightly order and that he becomes Cú's foster-brother as a result of this arrangement. Also, he gives off brotherly vibes in general in other texts too.
Chapter 4
Naoise has WiFi; by extension, Naoise isn't dead. So. Fergus and Naoise are absent because this is a reference to Longes mac nUislenn (LmU), one of the remscéla to TBC, and this is also why Cormac has a bad relationship with his dad. More on that below.
The ballet teacher is scary and Scottish. The ballet teacher is Scáthach, as we will later learn. According to Tochmarc Emire (TE) and Oileamhain/Foghlaim Con Culainn (FCC) (a later text deriving from TE), she's based at Dúnscaith. This may be on Skye, or may be in Scythia, or may be in the Otherworld. The most popular interpretation is Skye and there is a place there named Dunsgaith. That's the interpretation in this fic.
Ferdia. Ferdia, or Fer Diad, is Cú Chulainn's foster brother. We know him primarily from TBC, where they fight each other in single combat and it's extremely tragic and then Cú Chulainn recounts extensive and somewhat homoerotic mourning verses over his dead body. They also kiss a bit. He's also mentioned in TE and FCCand a couple of other late texts, though nothing extensive.
Chapter 5
Lug has two MAs. Lug is a multi-talented member of the Túatha Dé Danann whose main claim to fame is that he's good at everything: see Cath Maige Tuired. Alfred Nutt, a 19th century Celticist who believed him to be a sun god and is also possibly responsible for coining the idea of Cú Chulainn as 'the Irish Achilles' (some of his contributions were more useful than others), described him one time as a "Master of Arts". I thought this was funny.
Lug is a polytheist. The TDD are often interpreted as gods and Lug is one of the few characters with fairly convincing archaeological and historical evidence to prove that he was, indeed, worshipped as a god at some points in various places, especially if you see him as a reflex of Lugus on the continent. This is therefore a nod to that. All of our medieval Irish texts are written by Christian authors within a Christian worldview, and they have some interesting (and sometimes heretical) takes as they attempt to rationalise the TDD into something that fits into that paradigm -- such as considering them 'half-fallen angels', unfallen humans, or straight-up demons. One imagines that a modern Lug would probably not get on well with evangelicals, hence that remark, too.
Chapter 6
Cú Chulainn and Láeg's loud, obnoxious neighbours. When I began this fic, I intended for it to be a more straightforward retelling of TBC than it ended up being, so this was the start of a thread that would lead to them going to 'war' with their neighbours. I didn't end up developing this as much as planned.
Conall is visiting Naoise. Conall is often a traveller in medieval Irish texts, and of all the cousins to seek out a surviving Naoise, it would be him. This is also a reference in part to Getting The Dee, the NSFW spinoff from this fic that I have not updated in like, three years, due to being a coward.
Cú Chulainn and Cormac are cousins. Cormac is the son of Conchobar mac Nessa. Cú Chulainn's mother Dechtire (here referred to as his aunt, having acted as a surrogate for his gay dads) is the sister - or daughter - of Conchobar, according to Compert Con Culainn. I chose the sister interpretation, as more manuscripts do, but a few say daughter, just to confuse things. Anyway, Dechtire and Conchobar as siblings makes Cú Chulainn and Cormac cousins.
Sétanta is Cú Chulainn's original name (in the "baby Láeg" version of Compert Con Culainn, it's Sédana, but that's an outlier adn should not have been counted). He gains the name Cú Chulainn after he kills the hound of Culann and takes its place as protector of the livestock. In one version of TBC, he welcomes the new name; in the other, he says he prefers Sétanta. I've gone for the former here, treating Sétanta as a deadname, but that's a very modern take.
Fergus was Cú Chulainn's tutor. Fosterage is a big thing in medieval Irish lit and primarily has an educative purpose, i.e. you are fostered by someone in order to learn things from them. The more foster-parents a character has, the higher status they're supposed to be. Cú Chulainn was fostered by most of the Ulaid, and Fergus was among them. In TBC, Fergus as Cú Chulainn's foster father is the reason they don't end up fighting each other. Here, I've translated that relationship to tutor.
Chapter 7
Cú Chulainn considers switching to history. After recklessly interpreting everything as gods and pagan survivals for a few decades, academia changed tacks and decided that TBC and other texts were "windows on the Iron Age", providing clues about a genuine historical past -- at least materially, if not in terms of events. This is also not true. Anyway, after moving on from theology, Cú Chulainn follows the path that Celtic scholarship took, and considers history.
Chapter 8
Naoise is a folk singer and martial artist. In LmU, the three sons of Uisliu are not only skilled fighters, but they also seem to have magical gifts of some sort, so that when they sing, the cattle of the province give more milk and so on.
Chapter 9
Láeg offers Cú Chulainn a lift to his date. Láeg is his charioteer, so driving him to assignations is more or less his entire job.
Cú Chulainn considers switching to English or comparative literature. Having realised that medieval texts are not in fact accurate historical records, Celtic scholarship finally started considering their value as literature, and looking at the ways they were consciously constructed using literary motifs and details from Classical and Biblical sources. While they reflect aspects of history or even theology, the general contemporary consensus is that the texts as we have them are primarily literary works and should be treated as such. From theology, to history, to literature, Cú Chulainn's journey mirrors that of Celtic scholarship over the past century-ish. No, this was not a reference I expected anyone outside of academia to pick up on.
Chapter 10
Conall suggests murder. Most people in medieval Irish texts try to solve their problems by killing people, so Conall isn't unique in this regard. However, he is the "avenger" figure of the Ulster Cycle, lopping off heads in response to other people's deaths (including Cú Chulainn's; in one version he beheads 3,000 people and brings all the heads to Emer). He is always DTM (down to murder).
Láeg's car is fast. He's a charioteer. That's his job.
Conall has a motorbike. This is a reference to Conall's horse in OCC and the earlier medieval version of the death tale, Brislech Mór Maige Muirthemni (BMMM). The horse is big, red, and it bites people. It may have a dog's head. It is certainly not a normal horse. The motorbike-horse is described in more detail in Getting The Dee.
No new references in Chapter Eleven, so let's move on to Chapter Twelve
The Great Politics Department Schism. This is our most detailed glimpse at LmU as transformed for the purposes of this fic. In LmU, Deirdre is prophesied before birth to be very beautiful but to bring great trouble to Ulster. Conchobar, being a freak, decides the solution is to have her raised away from society so that she can one day be his wife (SHE'S A BABY), ignoring that she is an omen of doom. She runs off with Naoise instead. When they return, Conchobar has Naoise and his brothers murdered, a betrayal that causes Fergus to go into exile, hence he is still there in TBC, along with Cormac. I decided my version would have less death, but Conchobar being a lecherous creep survived.
Chapter 13
Láeg studies sociology. There are a lot of subjects I could have had Láeg study, but one of the functions of the charioteer is to be a messenger, mediator, and go-between, negotiating on behalf of his master and generally preventing Cú Chulainn from telling people to their face to fuck off. He would need to know a lot about people to do this effectively, so sociology seemed plausible. It also places him adjacent to the Politics-studying Ulaid: he isn't part of the aristocratic circle that Cú Chulainn and his cousins belong to, but he crosses paths with them.
Cormac the conflicted semi-exile. In TBC, Cormac is in exile in Connacht with Fergus, but he's not happy about fighting against his dad. In one version of the story, he swiches sides before the final battle, and goes back to fight for Ulster.
Chapter 14
@sorrowscream. Dee's Instagram handle is a reference to the prophecy before her birth in LmU: a scream is heard from her mother's womb, and the druid interprets her future as bringing sorrow.
@nishmacish. Naoise's Instagram handle is a semi-phonetic short form of his name, Naoise mac Uisneach. Nish as a shortform for Naoise recurs a few times in the fic. The medieval spelling of his name is Noisiu mac Uisliu, which is pronounced slightly differently. I used the late spelling because I like it better.
Chapter 15
Aunt Dechtire. I already mentioned above that Dechtire is Cormac's aunt. Here she is biologically Cú Chulainn's mother, as she is in canon, but he calls her Aunt because in this fic, she isn't legally parenting him; he's been adopted by Lug & Súaltaim.
Lug's family tree. As one of the Túatha Dé Danann, Lug's family tree is horrendous and contradictory, with different texts making completely different claims about who is related to who and how. I decided leaning into the confusion was funnier than attempting to rationalise it.
Hedgehog with a helmet. This is not a reference to medieval literature but to the Department of Anglo-Saxon, Norse and Celtic at the University of Cambridge, who have mugs and t-shirts with this symbol on. How Cormac obtained this t-shirt, I do not know. Perhaps he has an ASNaC friend. Several ASNaC friends contributed in various ways to this fic and my writing of it, so this is a hat-tip to them.
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Chapter 16
Fergus the walking innuendo. Fergus's dick is, unfortunately, a matter of some preoccupation for medieval authors. In TBC, there is a scene in which his sword is replaced with one of wood while he's fucking Medb. Later, Láeg comments on the length of the sword in its scabbard and Cú Chulainn is like "it might be long, but it's only made of wood" -- aka, size doesn't matter if it doesn't actually work. It's an impotence joke. He later gets his (very long) sword back. It's as big as a rainbow and may or may not be a lightsaber. There are other texts, like the early modern version of Táin Bó Flidaise, where Fergus's sexual prowess and genitalia becomes a central theme. All in all it seemed appropriate to have him be the one making the dirty jokes.
No new references in Chapter 17, nor in Chapter 18, although...
Cormac plans to steal back his own car. This is not intended to reference any specific medieval Irish text, but, it has some parallels with the tale Táin Bó Fráich in which the eponymous cattle raid is about retrieving the character's own cattle.
Chapter 19
Cú Chulainn steals a car. Again, this is not supposed to directly reference any particularly text, but it does have parallels with an episode in the Macgnímrada where he goes for a joyride in Conchobar's chariot, with Conchobar's charioteer Ibar driving.
Chapter 20
Scáthach's children. In canon, Scáthach has three children: her daughter Úathach, and two sons, Cat and Cuar. Here, we learn that Úathach is also a member of a dance company, suggesting she's following in her mother's footsteps, in the same way that canon Úathach is also a fighter.
Chapter 21 has no new references, and nor does Chapter 22, except
Dee and Naoise, the depraved sex fiends. This is a reference to Getting The Dee, the spin-off fic, which in turn takes its origins from LmU. After Deirdre is sequestered away so that she can grow up as Conchobar's child bride, we learn that one of her only human interactions is with Leborcham, a female satirist who couldn't be kept away. Satirists are often seen as a bit dodgy, often make ribald jokes, and generally occupy a somewhat marginal position. I joked that Dee got all her sex ed from Leborcham and there was no way that would have been vanilla. Hence, that fic. Conall, on the other hand, is never really sexualised in canon despite having several different partners -- certainly not portrayed as Sexy the way Fergus is -- so we headcanon him as quite tame in terms of sexual escapades.
Chapter 23
Ballet. Throughout this fic, ballet is used to take the place of fighting and heroic behaviour. In particular, the various tricks and fancy moves that the characters do is supposed to represent the heroic 'feats' that Scáthach teaches Cú Chulainn in TE/FCC and which he uses against his enemies in TBC. I've always thought the 'salmon leap' sounded like some of the jumps that ballet dancers do, for example, and there are various other 'feats' that involve jumping and balancing in implausible ways, which seem easier to represent through dance or gymnastics than other activities.
Chapter 24
Training with Scáthach again. Generally, anything with Scáthach is drawing on TE/FCC or Cú Chulainn and Ferdia's reminisces about it in TBC.
Chapter 25
Fergus is Medb's side chick. In TBC, Fergus is sleeping with Medb, queen of Connacht. Ailill, Medb's husband, is aware of this, but doesn't interfere, saying that Medb is just doing it to keep Fergus loyal.
Chapter 26
Ferdia is jealous of Cú Chulainn's talent and believes he'll always come second. This detail, which recurs a few times in the fic, comes from FCC: Ferdia makes some exclamation about how none of Scáthach's pupils will ever win glory if they're competing with Cú Chulainn, because he'll always be the best.
Aoife. Aoife (medieval spelling Aífe) is another warrior woman who is referenced in TE (I think?) and Aided Óenfhir Aífe. She is sometimes portrayed as Scáthach's sister as well as her rival. Cú Chulainn fights her on Scáthach's behalf, wins by tricking her, and ends up fathering her son, Connla, whom he later kills. I avoided that whole part of the story for obvious reasons but the fact that head of the showcase board is called Aoife is a reference to this sister/rival relationship with Scáthach. I don't imagine her as Scáthach's sister here, but you can if you want, it doesn't change anything.
Chapter 27
Láeg fetches groceries. Another task that wouldn't be outside his remit as charioteer, though would probably involve more hunting and fewer trips to Tesco in a medieval text.
Ferdia has a brother. Ferdia's brother, Fer Det, is mentioned briefly in TBC and I think also shows up in FCC, or maybe TE? Certainly there's some mention of him somewhere else, but without the texts to hand, I couldn't tell you. We know nothing about him other than his name and I don't remember ever seeing them interact, hence, they're not close.
Chapter 28
Fergus's love life. As mentioned, Fergus is sleeping with Medb in TBC and Ailill doesn't seem to care; who's to say they weren't all fucking? In other texts, Ailill is considerably Less Chill about this arrangement, hence the idea that the threesome fun won't last, but right now, it's going okay.
Ferdia's connection to Medb. Ferdia is from Connacht, so Medb in TBC is his queen and he owes her his loyalty -- hence how he ends up opposing Cú Chulainn. There may be a more direct family connection between them too, but here they're just flatmates (i.e. live in the same place, i.e. from the same province).
Finnabair and Medb. In TBC, Finnabair is Medb's daughter. Honestly, Medb's kind of a shit mum, and generally uses her daughter only as a bargaining piece, offering her to every warrior to try and make them fight Cú Chulainn. At one point, Finnabair dies, and then she shows up later in the text as if nothing happened. There is definitely a similar continuity error with her presence in this fic as I think she's referred to as a fresher here but in one of the spin-off fics, it's implied that she was there the previous year. This feels appropriate. She is not here related to Medb, at least not as closely.
Chapter 29
Cú Chulainn's grandfather is a poet / cryptic pain in the arse. Cú Chulainn's grandfather via Dechtire is Cathbad, a druid. Druids are known for making deeply unclear prophecies, and indeed, extremely clear ones that everybody relevant nonetheless ignores.
Chapter 30
Cú Chulainn will not go to the flat opposite, but Láeg will. In TBC, Cú Chulainn is unable to visit the Connacht camp himself, so he sends Láeg to take messages to his allies there and find out who is going to be sent to fight him next. Láeg, as a charioteer, is able to mediate and go to the places where Cú Chulainn himself can't.
No new references in Chapter 31, so onto Chapter 32
A short, glorious career over a long, undistinguished one. In the Macgnímrada, a prophecy is made that the child who takes up arms on a particular day will win great glory, but live a short life. In one version, Cú Chulainn hears the whole prophecy and doesn't care; in the other, he only hears the first part, and when he's later told about the 'short life' caveat, he's like 'eh, seems worth the trade'. This is an echo of Achilles making the same trade and is probably a deliberate/direct Classical allusion by the authors of the Táin.
Chapter 33
Empty nest Láeg / travelling to study. Láeg isn't mentioned in the earliest version of TE, but in the later ones, he's the one who drives Cú Chulainn to his encounters with Emer. He doesn't, however, accompany Cú Chulainn across the sea to train with Scáthach, so what is he doing all this time? If they did grow up together, how does he cope with that absence?
Chapter 34
Cú Chulainn and Ferdia competing against each other. This is, of course, a reference to the Comrac Fir Diad episode of TBC, as well as to Ferdia's jealousy in FCC, which I already mentioned.
Chapter 35
Derbforgaill. This whole episode is inspired by Aided Derbforgaill, a violent story in which a pissing contest between the women of Ulster turns nasty when Derbforgaill out-pees them all and they attack and mutilate her because they think she'll steal their men. Cú Chulainn avenges her by killing the women, while her husband Lugaid (CC's foster son) dies of grief. It's a tale about outsiders, bodies, and being seen as biologically abherrant for the way you pee -- kind of prescient in the transphobic context of our present day. I omitted Lugaid from the story and made CC's solidarity-vengeance about shared identity rather than a kinship connection as it is in canon. It's a story where a trans reading would be fascinating but has yet to be done in an academic context, and I am hoping @finnlongman will do one since they said they would. On this blog we write fics, not conference papers.
Chapter 36
Cú Chulainn beats up the local camogie team as a child. In the Macgnímrada, when Cú Chulainn first comes to Emain Macha as a six-year-old or thereabouts, he joins the boy troop playing hurling. They don't want to let him play, so he beats them all up. Camogie is like hurling, but typically played by girls; this would be pre-transition Cú Chulainn.
Chapter 37
Cú Chulainn, rage, bodies, and ballet. The way Cú Chulainn describes his anger in this chapter, as being something that seems to turn him inside out, is a reference to the ríastrad. This transformation comes on him in various texts, particularly TBC. Some people have likened it to the Incredible Hulk: when he gets really angry, his body contorts, twists, turns inside out, and he rips people apart. My group chat and I think Venom is a better parallel because it's a lot more Abstract Body Horror than just Getting Big. His knees go backwards, his organs show, his eyes pop out etc.
Chapter 38
Conall is fifteen minutes late with Starbucks. Conall has a way of missing a lot of the Big Events of the Ulster Cycle, but it's BMMM/OCC where this is most obvious. He shows up only once Cú Chulainn has already died, and then avenges him.
Láeg answers messages about Cú Chulainn. As mentioned, the charioteer is often called upon to mediate and function as a go-between, and people will often ask him things about Cú Chulainn.
Chapter 39
Pointe shoes. Here, pointe is the one ballet technique / heroic feat that Cú Chulainn has which Ferdia does not have. In that regard, they're kind of fulfilling the function that the gae bolga fulfils in TBC: a weapon that will give CC the edge. However they're also a reference to the way that Cú Chulainn's ambiguous masculinity causes his opponents to underestimate him -- while they're questioning his beardlessness and his size, he's running rings around them with fighting ability. He's utilising his gender nonconformity to attain heroic/balletic prowess that others trapped in more rigid binary norms can't.
Conall the babysitter. In some texts -- either TE or FCC, I think -- Conall seems responsible for picking Cú Chulainn up from training with Scáthach and giving him a lift back to Ireland, because as mentioned, he's the traveller of the Ulster Cycle. As Cú Chulainn's avenger in BMMM/OCC he also sits in that 'protective' niche that would make him a good babysitter. Finally, he's one of Cú Chulainn'a foster brothers from infancy, very similar to Láeg -- this is referenced in TE.
Chapter 40
Red, white, black. The recurring motif of these three colours in this chapter is a reference to LmU, where Deirdre says that she could love a man with those three colours. Naoise has hair as black as a raven, skin white as snow, cheeks red as blood.
Chapter 41
Cú Chulainn doesn't run from anything. In TBC, the only time Cú Chulainn runs away from a fight is when Fergus negotiates with him to do so, so that the two don't have to fight each other. Cú Chulainn is initially reluctant as he's terrified of looking like a coward, but Fergus says he'll later run away from Cú Chulainn at a pivotal moment and turn the tide of battle. This is what ends up happening.
'When he let himself feel his emotions, people got hurt.' Another reference to the ríastrad, and what happens when Cú Chulainn is unrestrained.
Chapter 42
The Morrígan, and Cú Chulainn's rejection of her. As I mentioned in the chapter notes, there's no text in which the Morrígan and Cú Chulainn seem to have a pedagogical relationship. However, she approaches him in TBC and tries to seduce him. He turns her down -- rudely -- saying that he isn't in this for "women's arses". She promises to cause him trouble. In Táin Bó Regamna, they similarly have a challenging/antagonistic relationship. Elsewhere, however, she seems to be helping him. She interferes with his life at various points and may prophesy his death.
The Morrígan taught in a tiny church hall a little way outside Armagh. Armagh is associated with / close to Emain Macha, home of Conchobar and the Ulaid.
Cú Chulainn (and Ferdia) having to prove themselves over and over again, with the judgment as to their skills not being accepted. This is a reference to Fled Bricrenn, in which Cú Chulainn's worthiness to receive the champion's portion is repeatedly challenged by the two others competing for it, and the three are forced to take on increasingly difficult challenges to prove their worthiness. Cú Chulainn excels all three times, and is ultimately awarded the prize.
Scáthach has her sources. Scáthach seems to be a semi-Otherworldly figure, and has the gift of prophecy. Verba Scathaige is a very early text in which she prophesies some of the events of the Táin (telling us a version of the story existed much earlier than any of our surviving copies!).
Chapter 43
Láeg likes driving. Well. He's a charioteer. Not much to this one.
The Morrígan's mysterious contacts / ability to make things go viral. She's one of the Túatha Dé Danann, and a shapeshifter; she can do all sorts of things, and knows all sorts of people. She's also compared to the Furies in TBC -- with Allecto, specifically -- and inflames the passions of the fighters so that they turn on each other. She'd probably be really great at Twitter.
Morrígan's student who pulled out of the showcase. I had a vague sense like this was Lóch from TBC, who fights Cú Chulainn; the Morrígan helps him by turning into various animals and causing Cú Chulainn a lot of trouble, but CC still ultimately triumphs. I didn't really develop this thread further, but that was my thinking there.
The Morrígan's regret that Cú Chulainn walked away from her. She's pretty pissed when he rejects her in TBC, so that's the main thread there.
Chapter 44 has no new references to explain, just ballet. Chapter 45
Lug is impressed with Cú Chulainn. When Lug comes to Cú Chulainn during TBC, to heal him, he tells him he's done well to fight alone.
"I shouldn't have to be fighting this fight alone, you know? I shouldn't be the one trying to fix things by myself. I'm seventeen, for fuck's sake." TBC is the story of Cú Chulainn's single-handed defense of the Ulaid as a seventeen-year-old, and at one point he speaks a loud lament / complaint that he is being obliged to do so, because it's killing him and he's sick and tired of waiting for backup.
Insecure Cú Chulainn doesn't believe compliments. Although this may seem out of character to many readers, this is actually a direct reference to Fled Bricrenn, where Cú Chulainn refuses to believe that people are cheering for him, instead thinking they're laughing at him. It drives him to fight harder, but it's a sign that he's actually deeply insecure about his position as champion, because he doesn't think others recognise him as such. Jeremy Lowe makes some good comments about this in his article 'Kicking Over The Traces: The Instability of Cú Chulainn'. I find insecure Cú Chulainn fascinating to read and write about since most people assume he is confident.
Is Fergus related to Cú Chulainn? This is a good question. In some versions of Compert Con Culainn, Súaltaim is referred to as 'Súaltaim mac Róich'. This would make him Fergus's brother, making Fergus Cú Chulainn's uncle. However, this relationship is never emphasised in canon and their fosterage bond is more important.
Cú Chulainn's rich uncle. Via Lug and his convoluted family tree, Cú Chulainn is related to most of the Túatha Dé Danann -- you'd probably want Cath Maige Tuired or Lebor Gabala Érinn for details on that front. His rich uncle is one of them, but I couldn't decide what the funniest option was, so I left it unconfirmed.
Chapter 46
Ferdia suggests going abroad. This one's niche, but there's a suuuper late text called Eachtra na gCuradh where I believe Ferdia is part of a group travelling with Cú Chulainn on various international adventures. It doesn't have an English translation, so I haven't got very far with reading it yet. I'm pretty sure Ferdia's in it, though.
Chapter 47
Idh mac Riangabra. Láeg comes from a family of charioteers. In Fled Bricrenn, Idh mac Riangabra is Conall Cernach's charioteer. In the Stowe version of TBC, he's Ferdia's charioteer, and he and Láeg end up fighting each other in an attempt to protect their respective masters. I didn't go for either of these, but I had it so that he's encountered Conall in the past, as a reference to their connection, and the two brothers are at odds with each other, as a nod to Stowe.
Idh studies in Galway, while Láeg went north. As Ferdia's charioteer in TBC-Stowe, Idh would be connected to Connacht; Láeg, as Cú Chulainn's, would be connected to Ulster. This causes tension.
Conall's wanderlust. As mentioned, Conall is a traveller, and stories have him going as far away as Jerusalem in his various wanderings. He rarely seems to settle down in any one place.
Chapter 48
Láeg has Ulster Irish. Irish has three main dialect groupings: Ulster, Connacht, and Munster Irish. (Leinster Irish is extinct.) Láeg greets Idh by asking 'Caidé mar atá tú?', a greeting you'd only really hear in Ulster (versus 'Conas atá tú?' or 'Conas tann tú?' etc in other dialects); Idh responds by asking him if he has Ulster Irish now (not sure non-Irish speakers would have picked up on why he asked that). This is another reference to TBC-Stowe, where the pair of them are on opposite sides of the provincial divide.
Sedlang mac Riangabra. This brother also shows up in Fled Bricrenn, as Loegaire Búadach's charioteer.
Idh did geography. This would be a good subject for a charioteer, as they're expected to be able to navigate and interpret the world around them, explaining it to their masters.
Idh is a taxi driver. Again, this is obvious: he's a charioteer in canon.
Sedlang is a chauffeur. Likewise.
Chapter 49 has no new references. Chapter 50
Fighty Emer. In Fled Bricrenn, Emer is 100% down to cut a bitch to assert her supremacy as the pre-eminent wife among the Ulaid, and to support Cú Chulainn's claim to the champion's portion. In Serglige Con Culainn, she's also totally ready to fight to win back Cú Chulainn after he goes off with Fand.
Pro-riot Morrígan. The Morrígan is a war goddess and therefore would be 100% down for riots and fighting of all sorts, in most cases. She goes looking for trouble and if she doesn't find it, she creates it.
Chapter 51
Ferdia's barre work is not Scáthach's. Prior to their fight in TBC, Cú Chulainn watches Ferdia practising his feats and sees that he has moved on from those they learned together and is now improvising, coming up with new moves that he'll use to fight Cú Chulainn -- making Cú Chulainn briefly doubt whether he can beat him.
Cú Chulainn once again doesn't believe people's compliments. Back to Fled Bricrenn.
Láeg's motivational insults. In TBC, Cú Chulainn asks Láeg to insult him if it looks like he's losing a fight, so that it'll motivate him to fight harder. He does, and it works.
Láeg as the personal driver who gets Cú Chulainn out of trouble. This is basically just the charioteer's entire job description.
Láeg as his big brother. Again, we covered this -- it's always the vibe between them, but there's a version of Compert Con Culainn that makes it literal.
Chapter 52
Láeg has a close-up view of Cú Chulainn and Ferdia's duet. He and Idh (or Ferdia's unnamed charioteer in the non-Stowe versions) are watching their fight in TBC; the rest of the army is further away, like the audience here.
Cú Chulainn jumps into Ferdia's arms and Ferdia 'throws' him. This is a direct reference to their fight in TBC, where Cú Chulainn jumps onto Ferdia's shield and is thrown backwards over the ford, multiple times.
Idh's partner Áed is completely made up and not a reference to anything, but worth explaining that they are wearing a gold fáinne, which is a pin badge to indicate Irish fluency/willingness to speak Irish, hence why Láeg attempts to speak to them in Irish. Láeg assumes this means they met Idh via Gaeilgeoir circles, and is probably correct.
Chapter 53
Cú Chulainn is worried about his reputation. This is a reference to literally every text ever, because medieval Irish literature operates on a shame/honour continuum where reputation is everything. In particular, it references Fled Bricrenn and TBC, as this whole section does, but it's also just Cú Chulainn's entire character.
Ferdia is nervous. In one version of TBC, Ferdia has a sleepless night before his fight with Cú Chulainn and expresses serious nerves and reservations.
They'd pick ballet over each other. As TBC proves, some loyalties go deeper than affection.
The cash prize and the glory can only go to one. Of course, I couldn't let us get away without actually having a Comrac Fir Diad episode -- in keeping with TBC, they have to compete against each other. The Morrígan's part in egging this on is in keeping with her war goddess function in TBC, too.
Chapter 54
Cú Chulainn and Ferdia embracing. In TBC, during their fight, they kiss each night after calling off their bouts for the day -- for the first two nights, at least. Eventually the mood sours, but in the meantime, we have these sad goodbye kisses that kil me every time.
Cú Chulainn wins. Of course he does. In TBC he kills Ferdia. In Fled Bricrenn he is awarded the champion's portion. There's no other way this could have ended. (BUT they won't be separated and nobody will die, because this is a happy fic, even if it has its moments of angst.)
Chapter 55 / Epilogue
There aren't really any new references here, but I thought it was important to show Láeg having a reason to move back in with Cú Chulainn again and throw in a few callbacks to chapter 1 (the shitty toaster, for example). Cú Chulainn is 'only using him for his driving license', i.e. treating Láeg as his charioteer. Láeg is insulting him, because that's his job.
'technically i'm from Connacht'. Not the fucking time, Ferdia.
And that is, I think, everything! I might have missed some things. If there is anything I haven't explained that you thought was a reference, please feel free to ask and I will attempt to explain it. Other than that... enjoy. I hope this has been educational.
One final note is that I did all of this from memory without referring to the texts in question, so if you spot any errors (e.g. I've said something is in one text but you know it's in another), lmk. Would be VERY excited to know which of these references youse spotted and which were news, so if you've made it to the end of this almost-7,000-word post, please slide into my inbox and tell me.
FINALLY if you have not read In Loco Parentis but this post made you want to, I would be delighted if you would do that. Please leave me comments. Thanks.
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Book: The Royal Romance Pairing: Liam x MC
Summary: This take place 2 years after Liam’s social season with Riley Brooks, Constantine doesn’t have cancer, and the setup neve happened, Liam is on a business trip to New York and meet 24 year old Amelia Ramos and starts a new relationship.
Liam, Drake, Constantine, Maxwell, Bastian, belong to Pixel berry
Amelia Ramos, Jennifer Lawson, Daniel Lawson, Amy Rodriguez belong to me and so do this story.
Warning: contains gun violence, some sexual content, betrayal, no suitable for anyone under 18.
I hope you enjoy please excuse any mistakes or misspelling, any questions you feel free to ask thanks to everyone who reads, comment and like.
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Chapter: 1 The Perfect Evening
Liam and Mia
Liam sits waiting on his order, “when a beautiful young lady catches his eye, his heart start to race, he gets up and walks over, “ hi I'm Liam I can't help to notice how beautiful you are, can I take you out to dinner sometime?"
Hi Liam it’s nice to meet you, “sure I would love to go out with you, you know most men don’t have the confidence that you do, “ I like it, “ I’m Amelia but everyone calls me Mia, so where are you from?” I think you have a beautiful accent?
He smiles, “ you probably not going to believe me, “ I’m a prince of a small country called Cordonia it’s near Greece.
"I believe you, “ so what brings you all the way to New York?
It’s a business trip, my father supposed to came but he let me come instead.
"I understand, “
"So how long are you in town for? "I’ll be here till Friday, I would love to get to know you better,
“ I would love that but if you're leaving how would that work? I don’t do one night stands.
“I would never ask or want you to, “ before the end of the week we can figure out something, "here’s my number, “ maybe we meet up in about an hour or so?
"yes we're on one hour, " I better get going, “my friends are waiting for me, and don’t stand me up.
"I would never stand you up.
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Liam, Drake Maxwell
Li what the hell took you so damn long ?"
He looks at Drake and smiles, sorry I'm late guys, here ," I'm not hungry guys I'm going fore a walk.
"Hmm Who did you meet ? "Max asked, you got that look.
What are you talking about?
The same look when you met Blossom."
You're sadly mistaken, he lied “I'm just in a great mood.
He might be on to something, you’re acting strange, “ you know you tell us anything, his eyes go wide, “ I’m sorry I didn’t think, “ but I get it you don’t trust me with what happened with Brooks, “ you have every right not to trust me.
“Drake I forgive you for that, water under the bridge," I'm over Riley and have been for a while now,". If you wanted to rekindle with her “you could there is nothing standing in your way, “ you have my blessing.
"Drake shakes his head, only if it was that easy, she said she loved me but ran to not hurt you," I believe apart of Riley was confused about who or what she wanted, you are like a brother to me I should’ve never went there."
“It's okay Drake, “ you can’t help who you fall in love with, “ I’m glad it happened she wasn’t for me, “I understand now, guys hate to cut this short but I got a few errands to run.
"Okay Li see you when you return.
So that’s not strange to you? He’s hiding something he couldn’t wait to get out of here, he should we follow him.
"Max let that man have his privacy, for God sake he's a grown man," “I’m sure whatever it is, “he’ll tell us when the time is right for him.
Guess your right, hey do you want half of Liam lunch?"
No thanks I know he probably got sushi I hate sushi.
*********
Mia and Jen, Amy
Mia why aren't you eating what happened? And you haven’t stopped smiling since you walked in, “ I assume that you met someone who you must think is special?
“ And would you think such a thing? Why can’t I just be happy?
Hmm I know you’re up to something, I don’t know why you’re hiding it though, “ Amy as usual you don’t say a word, you’ve known her for a good amount of time isn’t she acting unusual?
Jen, that’s her business so I just stay out of it, Jen roll her eyes
I thought we were friends Amy
We are, “ I think when she ready we’ll know.
Guys hello I’m still here
Hmm I know you’re up to something, “might as well spill it.”
My friend I have nothing to tell, “ but I do have some work that need s to be done.
That’s strange you told me you were off today
I am from the office but there are a few things I need get in order for my client, I want them to be happy with my work.
Okay but something or someone else got your attention.
She let a sigh and give her friends a hug, guys I’ll call you all later.
*************""
Liam and Mia
Hi beautiful how was your day besides thinking of kissing me?
She smiles, you're absolutely right I can't stop thinking about you," it's like I've known you all my life I don't usually have a deep connection with a lot of people, "honestly it's hard to have real friends when people find out who my father is, "I mean people have come up with some wild stuff, “ to try to get money from my family,
“Like what?
“Well it was this girl name Katie, *whom I thought we were friends, “ well my stepmom was on a trip, “ I woke up and and Katie wasn’t there, I went looking for her, “ there she was in my father’s bed, I was furious with my father, when he got me calm down, she started talking about she would tell the world he made her sleep with him, then she started showing us pictures on her phone, “ she even took a few naked, She got 40 million and a car.
“ So sorry your family went through that and sorry she wasn’t a real friend, you deserve the world, I want to talk to you, it's something been on my mind, I know we only known each other short time, “ would you come visit me?
How about this I think about and let you know Thursday evening over dinner?
“ it’s definitely a date, if you decide I can 1 send my jet for you.
She smiles, he cuffs her face and kisses her and she returns it.
Oh my I didn’t notice how late it was, “ can you walk me to my apartment.
He smiled sure I would love to, they walked side by side while holding hands, once to the door he give her a kiss and about part way
Wait, would you like to come in
Sure.
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Constantine, Bastien
Your majesty he's been with a young lady all day, " they just arrived at a at what look life lofts, I went in, " they have security and a door man, I couldn't follow them
Put an unmarked guard on them, “we know my son has a weakness for American women. “
“yes sir right a away
Check on Miss Brooks, we don’t need her back in my son’s life.
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Mia, Liam
They walked in the loft, he looked around at how nicely decorated it was, then walked over to the window looking over the busy city blow, this is beautiful and your place looks amazing he smiled."
" Thank you I'm an interior decorator and I take my career very serious, hey would you like something to eat or drink? It's been a while since we ate, I skipped lunch today.
That sounds great, I also skipped lunch I was so excited about this date, do you mind giving me a tour of your place.
Sure follow me, after the tour there was a knock on the door, " Jennifer what are you doing here?
Why are you calling me Jennifer what's wrong?
Nothing wrong I'm just surprised to see you so late, I'm ready tried I just got in can we talk tomorrow?
Mia what's up with you?
Nothing just tried.
I smell cologne who do you have here?
Jennifer can we talk tomorrow please."
Amelia I am not leaving until I meet this mystery man!
Liam come, this is my very nosy friend Jennifer and Jen this is Liam, now can you leave oh my God."
I knew you met someone, your phone go straight to voicemail, you didn't eat and I been by her 3 times checking on you it's 10 pm
She looks down at the ground and sigh, " Jen I'm sorry I lost track of time please forgive me, tomorrow we meet for lunch, she give a hug
She whispered he's handsome in her ear and has a nice body, " I'm going to go I know when I'm not wanted she jokes, nice to meet you Liam enjoy your night she winks. "
He smiles nice to meet you too, have a good night, once the door closes they both laugh
Sorry about that, you relax I'm going get us something to eat, from the kitchen."
That's fine I can't wait to taste your cooking, she walks out 30 minutes later with a plate of chicken Alfredo, Liam taste it, hmm not bad at all wow.
I really hope you like it, " I just threw something that was quick, it's getting late would you stay with me tonight?
Sure, " let me call my friends, pulls out phone dialing Drake number, he picks on first ring. "
where the hell are you Li? Do you know your father had chewed me out , " I know your a grown man but you need to at least tell me so we cover each other, " Con allowed you to take his place only if I agreed to look after you now where are you? "
"Drake I'm safe but I need time to myself tonight, just checking in, " I was just eating something then I will head to bed see you tomorrow, he hangs up.
" If you would like to change my brother has some new boxers and t-shirts in his room and look in hall closet you'll see washcloths, towels and body wash and really whatever you need.
He took his shower, made it back to the room she laying on the bed in a silk turquoise nightgown, he stood there frozen, thinking just how long he been without someone special in his life, he pulled from his thoughts, by hearing Mia call his name
"I'm tired let's go to bed, they got in bed he wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled up against him, she fell asleep, he laid there wondering where this would go, finally one hour later he drifted off to sleep.
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“I spent three months meditating in the woods before I got my Druidic abilities,” “Oh, I was just watering my plants one day and one of them told me my hat was stupid.”
(A response to a writing prompt.)
“Incredible. To learn our craft without even needing the spiritual connection with our great mother nature. You must be quite the Greenthumb.” Valia smiled, the tall wiry woman amazed by his words, wishing she had his natural talent. “What happened next? Did you commune with your green friends? I find talking to flowers is a great way to improve one’s garden. It allows me to cater to their needs.”
“Oh? I plucked the flower out and burnt it.” Danny said, continuing to water his plants. The man’s pink sunhat dangling around his neck, getting lifted by the windy breeze blowing near the cottage.
“You what? You’re kidding, aren’t you? Everything’s sacred, even the plants who ridicule us. Please tell me it’s a joke.”
“It insulted my hat; I couldn’t let that slide. I’m not going to appear weak Infront of my garden. Anyway, what does a sunflower know about hats? It doesn’t even wear one. I’m not taking that from a flower.”
“I see.” Valia winced, trying to move past his mistake. He didn’t study in the forests like her, it’s not surprising he made a mistake. Now it was her job to educate him. “Next time, you will think before you act, right? It was only a bad day.”
“Oh, no. If any of them step out of line again, they're getting stomped.” He crouched, setting aside his watering can, pointing to another sunflower. “This one used to be chatty. A few games of loves me, loves me not sorted him out. Do you have anything to say about my hat today, Frela?” Frela remained silent and Danny resumed watering.
“THAT’S BARBARIC. They are living creatures; how would you like it if I stomped on you? What if I plucked your hair and burnt you?” Valia’s canine teeth sharpened, the hair on her arms thickening, about to transform into a wolf. She panted, having to focus on maintaining her control. Slowly she returned to her human form, the daisy chain tattoo on her wrist revealing itself once more.
“If I insulted you, I would expect to be stomped on. I spend everyday giving them my love and affection. If they take that for granted, they deserve to be punished. Isn’t that right, my little rose?” He gave the rose a gentle pat, only using the tip of his index finger. “Shelly’s great. She’s the first flower I ever planted. She’s like a daughter to me.” Shelly didn’t answer. In fact, none of the flowers did.
“Right. Nice to meet you, Shelly.” Valia thought she understood what was going on now. He didn’t have any abilities; he was simply insane. That explained everything. Dear mother nature wouldn’t lend her powers to someone with his soul, no matter how good at gardening he was. “Tell your father to stop mistreating his plants, ok?” Valia laughed. She couldn’t be mad at a madman. All she felt now was pity. A man all alone in the forest with only a cottage and some plants. No wonder he was mad.
“They don’t speak to outsiders.” Danny said, assuming she was thinking what every other adventurer thought when they met him. “If you stayed for a longer time, they would open up to you.”
“Oh, I’m certain they would. What’s that little sunflower? Why yes, it is a beautiful day. As sunny as your name.” She condescendingly said, giving him a smile as if he was the stupidest person she had ever come across.
“Did you need anything, or are you going to be on your way?” Their conversation had been refreshing, but now it was getting on his nerves. She truly didn’t believe he had the same abilities she did. Danny considered summoning a vine or shaking a tree before deciding he didn’t need her approval, letting her believe he was insane.
“I was going to ask you for some tea, but I fear your knowledge of natural herbs may be too powerful for my tastebuds.” Valia mocked, this being her polite way of saying she didn’t want to be poisoned by whatever wild things he picked from the forest.
“Right.” Danny didn’t wave her off as she left, focusing instead on his garden. When she was out of earshot, Shelly spoke.
“She smelled father. I don’t like her.” The flower whined, shaking on the spot.
“Shelly, we’ve been over this. You can’t smell.”
“Well, she looked like she smelled.”
Danny still found that odd. Flowers couldn’t smell, but somehow they could see people. Did they have eyes, or was it some strange way of sensing a person that he couldn’t comprehend? “I didn’t like her either. It’s a shame. I enjoyed our chat until the topic of flowers came up.”
“YEAH? MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE KILLED MY BROTHER THEN. You and your stupid ha-“
“Frela, I will drown you. You're on your last warning. Now, do you want to finish that?” Danny stared at the sunflower, who remained quiet. “That’s what I thought. What is it with you sunflowers and the insults? No wonder some people consider you a weed.”
“I’ll talk with you, father. I saw a bluebird today. It was blue.” Shelly said, not having the greatest communication skills. Still, Danny appreciated the gesture.
“I believe I saw that one, too. The tiny one with the big wiggly tail? It was blue indeed.” He gave the rest of the garden a nod. While he usually would have stayed for a conversation with the others after a watering session. He decided he needed some alone time after that last encounter. So, he slid off his gardening gloves and headed inside, making a nice floral tea and finding a gardening book to read.
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"I'm lookin' for her (Mike WiLL Made-It) (Astronaut)
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her (yeah)
Is that her in the V.I.P. line
With the Vuitton and Yves Saint Laurent?
Used to drive the Nissan, now she in a Beamer
I don't want her 'cause she from the corner
And I heard that Beamer was a loner
Her old man the owner
And don't even drink Corona's
What type of drink you want, bruh?
Know it's champagne forever
I'm dirty Sprite forever
You can come sit with me
If you'd like to change the weather
If you wanna live better
We can buy a crib, wherever
Don't get too thirsty, get used to this cheddar
I wanna tell the world about you just so they can get jealous
And if you see her 'fore I do tell her I wish that I met her
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for her too
I heard she keep her promises and never turn on you
I heard she ain't gon' cheat and she gon' never make no move
I heard she be there anytime you need her, she come through
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
Send her my way
Tell her I've been lookin' for her in the broad day
Hangin' with the dope boys in the hallways
And I know to keep her, yeah, you gotta get that pay
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for her too
I heard she got a pretty face and stand up like a stallion
I heard that she a precious jewel, you'll treat her to medallions
I wanna be the one to find out if I go to prowlin'
And if I get her number, you know I can't wait to dial it
And if we get together, girl, you know we gon' be wildin'
And when we get together we make magic and it's ours
Whenever you up here, ain't nothin' nobody can do about it
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for her too
I heard she keep her promises and never turn on you
I heard she ain't gon' cheat and she gon' never make no move
I heard she be there anytime you need her, she come through
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
She a hood girl
But she a good girl
She been misled
Now she ready for the world
I want your energy
To take control of me
I tried to go to sleep
And seen her in my dreams
Just in case I run across her today, I'ma stay clean
Just in case you recognize her face, send her to me
And tell her I've been lookin' for her with a flashlight
You can't tell a nigga nothin' 'cause I got my cash right
And tell her if she honest I promise to stay true
Make sure when you tell her, tell her we goin' past the moon
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for her too
I heard she keep her promises and never turn on you
I heard she ain't gon' cheat and she gon' never make no move
I heard she be there anytime you need her, she come through
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her"
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chimerameat · 1 year
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❛ you’re not my father. ❜
❛ Does it look like I wanna be your damn dad, kid ? ❜ Joel’s voice is rough, not coincidentally. His guns are heavy on his waist, dragging his elastic waistband thinner &&. thinner ; not a ton of places to get better or more jeans, in the end of the world as he knew it. Looking down at Skinny Miss Scrawny herself, runt of the litter and probably a shit shot, ( an unfair comparison to himself ; in the end, she’s still just a baby ) creasing his face is not an option he can much help. ( marlene is some fuckin’ woman to have convinced on to take a child, younger than his would be this year.            /            how old was she when she died, how many years ago — ? )
❛ You, me, Utah, that’s it. That’s all I promised to Marlene, and you know that good &&. well enough, Ellie. ❜ Ellie. He always considers calling her ‘ Elizabeth ’ just to see if it’ll make her mad, but damn parents these days — the ones who still thought it was in their right damn minds to have kids after Outbreak Day might have just called her ‘ Ellie ’ downright ; no longer version or anything. What’d they think it was gonna do, save ’em time ?            /            at least Tommy’s name is — was, who knows right now ? — ‘ Thomas ’ / at least he himself did not get named Joe, and had that sanctified ‘ L ’ attached to make it a full name            /            Ellie might’ve not gotten that privilege, little rat girl.
( rat, ‘cuz she’s dirty, not that he’s much better — girl, not lady, ‘cuz she’s tiny — but, come to think of it, sarah would’ve been older than her, could’ve been her damn mom. whoever was out there, having tried to parent this little mouse - trap, sarah could have done it. horrible thought. would they have been friends ? they lived so rural, back then, he hadn’t put her in school yet. kindergarten, elementary, that’d all been homeschooled, taught by her pops and people ‘round the area about all sorts of things. would she have taught ellie the same way ?               /                would it have mattered, really, born in the apocalypse, who needs math &&. social studies anymore ?               /             sarah could’ve made friends with a brick wall, &&. she certainly did with her dad, all the neighbors loved her to bits n’ pieces, to no credit of his own !           /            if he had kept her alive, would marlene still have taken advantage of the fact that he used to be a ‘ girl dad ’ would she have loved sarah just the same ? more ?          /            and that was ’fore she ever even met him ! how’d the hell she’d think he’d be good at this ? he had a hard time being nice to sarah when it didn’t matter ; over shows &&. boys she saw on the tv, he’d always said something tommy made him apologize for            /            shit ! this was gonna be a long, long journey. )
In horrible ways, this thought process hurts his heart in new, crushing bits ; no matter how he feels, it doesn’t change how things went. That soldier, the crash ; ending up somewhere in Boston, no matter his selfish, wishes - things - were - different fantasies, Ellie will never meet Sarah.
❛ Keep your eyes on the road, girl. And don’t forget, you’re my ears, if you hear one of their awful sounds when I do not notice, you tell me. No bullshit. Stop makin’ chit - chat. ❜
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need me a girl so thick she is something of a whale the way her phat ass is so well insulated with a layer of blubber. type to throw it bacc n cause a tsunami. rearrange some tectonic plates. fuck up some natural coral reef formations and the like. know what i mean
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fanficshiddles · 3 years
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My Sweet Rose, Chapter 1
From the imagine on imagine-Loki here.
Summary: Rosie got a job working at The Avengers tower with her cousin, Pepper. She’s only been there a week when Loki comes live there, to make up for his past deeds in New York. But this brings a lot of problems for Rosie.
Loki was her Daddy Dom. Who vanished one day without a word, leaving her completely broken and lost.
Note: Daddy/little dynamic & Flashbacks will be in Bold. I’m not sure how long this story will be, I’m thinking no more than 5 chapters though. But I saw the imagine and omg I love it, had to do something with it. Haven’t written anymore of it yet but just HAD to share the first chapter so far, oops! lol. 
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Rosie had been working and living in the Avengers tower for a week now, it was going really well. And it was helping to keep her mind occupied, getting her back on her feet after such a rough year.
She was a PA for Stark, and the other Avengers if they needed anything too. It was helping her cousin, Pepper out a lot. As Stark was very demanding nowadays and the others were becoming that way too.
It was also good for Rosie. She’d had a really tough year. She met someone a few years ago in a BDSM club, it had been her first time there after spending months building up the courage to go. She was a little, and had been wanting to find someone that she could feel safe with to explore that side of her.
She met a man, who was charming and handsome. Kind, funny. They fell in love, or so she thought anyway. He was the perfect Daddy Dom for her, teaching her everything and looking after her. She adored and loved him so much. Which is why when one day he just vanished, it was all the harder for her.
He just never returned after saying he had to go home to visit his family, who lived in Iceland apparently. But he did that regularly and always returned to her. But not that time. To say she was heartbroken when there was not even a call or a text from him explaining why was an understatement.
His name was Loki. And it became clear what happened a few months later after his disappearance, she saw him on the news. Loki, the God Of Mischief, was trying to take over the world. She couldn’t believe it and thought she was dreaming when she realised it had was her Loki. He looked different in the heavy armour, he looked scary.
But she thought no wonder he left her, he was a God and a Prince after all. What would he have wanted with her in the first place anyway?
She had tried a couple of times to date someone else, but never made it past the first date. As they just… weren’t him. No matter how often she tried to just forget about him. It was difficult.
She’d fallen into a downward spiral, not even able to go to work. So she had lost her job and was on benefits for a while. She became really anxious and nervous.
But here, in the tower, she was trying to turn herself around again. It had been one man, even if he had been her first true love, in her heart anyway. She knew she would heal, in time. Even if it had been over a year.
Rosie had been so engrossed in sorting out some paperwork for Tony that she never noticed the newcomer coming into the kitchen. She barely even registered Thor introducing her to him. ‘This is Rosie, our PA, she’s new here.’
Not until she heard an all too familiar voice responding that sent shivers down her spine and sent her heart racing.
‘Rosie… My sweet Rose?’
There was only one person who had ever called her that.
Slowly she looked up, eyes widening, standing before her was Loki.
‘Oh my sweet Rose, you’ve done Daddy so proud.’ Loki purred gently as he cradled her in his lap.
She felt so safe and secure, curled up against him as he wrapped a blanket around her naked body. Knowing how cold she always got after they’d played together quite so intensely.
Loki rocked her back and fore softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her. She was trembling a bit after her orgasms, Loki had pushed her almost past her limit, but he knew. He always knew when to stop at the right time.
He was an intense Daddy, and could be really strict at times. But he was fair and ever so kind. He had his goofy moments and was extremely playful too, which she loved. He was never angry with her, always calm and collected. Even when she misbehaved, not that that happened often.
She clung to his shirt so tightly, never wanting to let go. Loki had to carefully remove her hand from his shirt just so he could change them into a different position, getting them both under the blanket so he could have her snuggled up next to him. He knew she would fall asleep soon.
‘Daddy.’ She whispered quietly, sounding so vulnerable.
‘Yes, my little one?’ Loki asked, engulfing her small hand in his large one.
‘Can you sing to me?’
Loki smiled. ‘Of course, my sweetling.’
He began singing to her in Asgardian, but he had told her before it was Icelandic. She had no reason not to believe him, especially since he told her he’d grown up there with his parents.
But he had a beautiful voice, she always loved to hear him sing.
She felt so loved as he she drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice. She faintly remembered a gentle kiss on her forehead just before she fell asleep.
Thor was confused at their interaction, especially as Rosie said nothing at first. Just stared at Loki in utter disbelief.
‘No…’ She shook her head and took a step backwards. ‘You… You don’t get to call me that anymore.’ She said quietly, her voice trembling as tears came to her eyes.
‘Rosie? What’s wrong, did he hurt you?’ Clint asked upon seeing the reaction.
Rosie grabbed the pile of paperwork off the table beside her and she ran off out of the kitchen, with tears falling down her face.
Clint turned to Loki. ‘You’ve got some explaining to do.’ He snapped at him.
‘I have nothing to explain to you, Hawk.’ Loki snarled.
Natasha and Pepper saw Rosie running out of the kitchen in floods of tears, they ran after her into her room. Natasha managed to grab the door before it closed on them.
‘Rosie? Rosie, what’s wrong?’ They both asked as they rushed in to her.
Rosie threw the papers on her bed and she started pacing back and fore, shaking and crying with her arms wrapped around herself. Pepper grabbed her and pulled her down to sit on the bed.
‘Rosie, please speak to us.’ She pleaded with her cousin as Natasha sat at the other side of her.
‘It… It’s him…’ She sobbed.
‘Who? Loki? Did he scare you? I told him not to be an asshole to anyone.’ Natasha said angrily.
‘He… He’s the one. Who I dated before.’ She blurted out, making Pepper and Natasha go silent in shock.
‘But… how?’ Pepper asked.
‘I met him one night in a club. And we dated for eleven months. I was in love with him, utterly and completely. I thought he was with me too. But then he just vanished and never came back one day. Then a few months later, I saw him on the TV… I didn’t tell anyone it was him, because I thought no one would believe me anyway. And what did it matter? It wouldn’t change anything.’ Rosie blurted out between crying.
‘Oh, Rosie. I wish you had told me.’ Pepper pulled her into a hug and cradled her head against her. ‘It’s ok, shhh, shhh. It’s going to be ok.’
Natasha rubbed her back softly. ‘If we had known, we would have warned you he was coming here. I’m so sorry.’
Rosie shook her head and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. ‘No… It’s my fault, I should have told you. I just… it’s a shock to see him face to face.’
Natasha and Pepper nodded in understanding.
They stayed with her for a little while, then when she told them she was ok and was going to take a shower before bed, they left her to it.
But it ended up being the longest shower ever. She kept thinking about Loki and what they had together before.
Kept thinking of when they first met…
Rosie was super nervous when she walked into the BDSM club. But after months of talking herself into it, she finally had the courage to do it.
She didn’t dare tell any of her friends what she was into or what she was doing, perhaps foolish in a way as no one knew where she was. And she was on her own. But she was too embarrassed to tell anyone. Her friends wouldn’t understand.
She relaxed a tiny bit once she was there, noticing other people on their own as well. Getting a few drinks down her helped with her nerves too.
Some of the people she spoke to briefly were really nice. She met a lovely couple at the bar who asked if it was her first time there. They told her if she needed anything to feel free to ask them, not to be shy. That everyone there was really nice and friendly.
There were various demos on that she watched, there was a lot more to some scenes than met the eye. It really made her realise how on sites such as Fetlife and others, it was easy to get sucked into the wanna-be-Dom’s who likely had no idea what they were doing. Or how much safety came into it all.
‘Excuse me, I don’t mean to bother you but I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a drink?’ A beautiful voice came from beside her when one of the demos on aftercare just finished.
Rosie turned and her breath was taken from her as she gazed up at an incredibly tall and handsome man.
‘I… I… Yeah, I would like that, thank you.’ Rosie stammered out, nodding over enthusiastically.
He grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth as he put his hand out towards her. ‘My name is Loki.’ He introduced.
‘I’m Rosie.’ She smiled up at him and put her hand into his. That’s when she noticed his gorgeous hands, so big and he had such long fingers. She blushed hard when he raised her hand up and he kissed the back of it, making her skin tingle like crazy.
‘Pleasure to meet you, Rosie.’ He said charmingly.
Loki gave her his arm and led her over to a free table near the bar. She was really nervous, and Loki could tell. But he soon had her at ease, just chatting away to her calmly and making her laugh almost straight away. She slowly began to relax in his presence.
‘Is this your first time here?’ He asked after buying them both another drink.
‘Is it that obvious?’ She cringed, making him chuckle.
‘Kind of. You did look a bit like a deer in the headlights. But that’s normal for first timers.’ Loki winked at her.
‘So, I’m guessing that means you’ve been here before?’
‘It does.’ He nodded. ‘Not often, it’s probably my fourth visit. Mainly just trying to meet new people, meet anyone that may potentially be interested in a Daddy Dom.’
Rosie’s eyes widened and she suddenly fell shy again as she looked down at her glass and swallowed hard. Loki raised an eyebrow, instantly realising that she was a little. He suspected she was a sub, but hadn’t been sure about the little aspect or not.
Loki leaned forward over the table towards her a little more. ‘Let me take a quick stab in the dark here… But I am presuming that you are a little?’
Her mouth opened and closed again. Then she just opted for nodding in response instead of trusting her voice to actually work.
Loki smiled softly. ‘Nothing to be shy about, sweetheart. That’s why lots of people come to these clubs, to meet their person.’
‘I… I guess so.’ She agreed.
They continued to talk for over an hour, not much about BDSM which Rosie found quite pleasant. He didn’t seem to want to jump straight in so quickly, which in turn made her trust him more and relax.
At the end of the night, Loki handed over a small card with his number on it. ‘There’s absolutely no pressure at all. But I’ve really enjoyed my night with you, Rosie. I would love to take you out on a date, perhaps out for lunch Saturday? But there’s no pressure, I don’t need an answer right now. Just text or call me to let me know. But if I don’t hear from you, that’s ok too. I totally understand.’
Rosie’s heart was racing. Could he get any more considerate? He wasn’t pressuring her at all, not asking for her number. Not even expecting her to contact him if she didn’t want to go on a date with him. Not even needing an answer straight away, what a gentleman.
Loki walked her outside the club and hailed a taxi for her, he even paid in advance for her, not taking no for an answer.
‘I just want to make sure I know you’ll get home safely. And I can’t help it, it’s the protective Daddy in me.’ He shrugged and chuckled, making her giggle shyly.
‘Thank you, Loki.’ She smiled widely at him as she got into the taxi and he closed the door for her once she was in.
He waved her off and she couldn’t stop smiling the whole way home.
Of course, she did text him the following morning to say she would love nothing more than to go on a date with him on Saturday. If that was still what he wanted, too.
Loki replied within a minute, with a time and a place for their first date.
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‘How DARE you!’ Pepper roared at Loki and launched for him, slapping him across the face. It barely made him flinch, but he clenched his jaw as he glared at her.
Everyone was surprised at Pepper’s outburst.
‘Woah, what did he do?’ Bruce asked.
‘HE is the one that broke my cousin’s heart. She was head over heels in love with you, asshole. Then you just disappeared on her, left her alone without even an explanation. No note, nothing.’ She snarled at him.
Loki narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Not that it’s any of your business, but I did what was right. To protect her. She was better off without me.’
‘You did NOT do what was right. You have no idea what you’ve put her through this past year, how heartbroken she was. Still is!’ Pepper screeched.
Loki faltered. ‘Still is? Did she not find another, she’s a beautiful, incredible woman. How could she not find ano’
‘You are such a fucking idiot!’ Pepper screeched angrily and so wanted to slap him again, but she knew it was pointless.
The guys around him all put their face into their hands.
‘What?’ Loki asked, looking around.
‘That’s a low blow, man. Not even leaving her a note.’ Said Tony.
‘I… I thought I was doing the right thing.’ Loki said, looking at Thor.
Thor nodded. ‘I did not realise that your Rose was this Rosie… But yes, Loki thought he was doing right by her. He was in love with her, adored her. Never shut up about her. But when he discovered his true heritage on a short visit home, he decided not to go back to her. In fear of hurting her.’ Thor explained.
Pepper ran her hands down her face.
‘Well, you failed on that. You probably hurt her more by not at least saying you were over. You have no idea what she’s been through this last year.’ Pepper shook her head in disgust at Loki.
The team all murmured between them and left the room, leaving Loki with Thor.
For the first time in a long time, Thor saw his real brother back. He saw true emotion on his face again, sorrow and guilt.
‘I… I did not mean to hurt her.’ Loki said, still a bit confused. ‘I loved her, Thor… I do love her. I never stopped thinking about her, never loved another.’ He whispered.
Thor sighed and walked over to him, patting his shoulder. ‘I know, brother. I know.’
Loki thought back to the first time she had called him Daddy. How much it made his heart happy that she trusted and wanted him so much…
Rosie and Loki were snuggling on the sofa together, watching some cartoons that she loved. Loki wasn’t overly fond of them, but it made her happy so he always obliged. He was just happy to have her on his lap, comfortable and relaxed in his arms. Where she belonged.
He was lightly stroking her back underneath her top, making her skin tingle. She was in utter heaven, and Loki couldn’t get enough of just simply touching her. He needed touch in some way, whether he was just holding her hand or had the tips of his fingers on her skin, he needed and craved the intimacy with her.
Loki’s fingers trailed a bit too far to her side and up a little, making her squirm and giggle.
‘Daddy, that tickles!’ She laughed and tried to grab his hand to stop him.
But he had already stopped, freezing at what she said. That was the first time she had called him that, even in little space.
The biggest smile spread across his face and he buried his face into her hair and squeezed her tightly to him.
‘Sorry, my sweet little one. I forgot how ticklish you are.’ He purred.
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mooniejunie · 3 years
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Wouldn’t Change a thing- B.B.
marvel cinematic universe
- pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader
- genre: smut
- word count: 2.6k
- summary: when you admit to bucky that you’ve never finished more then twice at one time, he see just how many times he can push you over the edge.
- warnings: smut, unprotected vaginal sex, oral!female receiving, choking, slight degradation, soft dom!bucky, sub!reader, praise!kink, orgasm denial, might be a spank or two,
-A/N: this is literally just porn, no plot. this is also the first time i have ever written smut, i’m trying to get used to it a bit and find out wether or not i’m going to write any for my bucky fic, other then that let me know what you think.
credit to the rightful owner of the gif!
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A choked gasp escaped your lips as Bucky pushed you up against the wall. His lips immediately attached to your neck, which had fallen back in pure bliss. His plump lips worked magic against the skin of your throat. The trailing of wet kisses and light nips of his teeth felt amazing. Blood rising to the top of the skin resulting in little bruises.
When you emitted to your boyfriend earlier in the night— curled against his side, you two in your own little bubble at one of Tony’s many ridiculous parties—that you had never come more than twice in one setting, that being with him. You definitely didn’t expect him to respond with a sly “I like a challenge.” and then proceed to drag your body, through the crowd and up the floors of the compound to his room. But then again, it’s not like you were complaining.
Bucky moved one hand to rest at the small of your back, pulling your body flush against his chest. Then moving his hands to the back of your thighs as he holsted your weight up as you wrap your legs around his hips.
His lips drifted back to yours, smashing together in a bruising kiss. The kiss was messy, spit mixing together, tongues wrestling for dominance. But it was as passionate as ever.
Bucky walked you back towards his bed, breaking the kiss and throwing your body onto the soft surface as if you were a doll. You waited for him to lay with you but he never did.
“Undress.” He demanded. His voice deep with lust.
Your eyes widened ever so slightly before you complied. Propping yourself up on your knees, you reach behind your back unzipping your dress. He watched as the silky material fell from your body, leaving you in a deep red and black strappy lingerie set.
Bucky eyed you for a moment before you went to unclasp your bra. “Don’t.” He stopped you. Your hands fell back to your side in obedience, just what he wanted.
You were always so good for him. An obedient little slut that does whatever he tells her to.
And looking at your lace covered form now, he knew you had planned this all along. You’d planned to bring up the topic of conversation earlier, you’d planned for him to absolutely demolish you tonight. And who was he to deny you that wish.
Bucky took slow steps towards the bed, crawling on and pushing your body flat onto the mattress. Like a predator about to devour its prey.
“So pretty for me.” He husked. Your eyes were wide and full of innocence as he finally met yours again. Despite him having taken every ounce of innocence from you a long time ago. Bucky loved it. The way you looked so stunning under him.
When he’d tie you up and have you screaming for him, your shaking form underneath him, the way he felt so protective over you.
“So, so pretty.” He held a contemplative look on his face. “Wanna fuck you in this.” He ran his fingertips over the straps of your panties. “But I also wanna rip it off you.” Both his hands grabbed your hips hard as he pulled them up to meet his own.
“Please, Bucky.” Your voice was pitiful. Weak and broken with need.
“Be patient, doll. I’ll make you feel good.” Bucky muttered as he placed a large hand over the expanse of your stomach and pushed your body flat onto the bed again.
You laid your head back against the pillows. Trying to relax and be a good girl.
Bucky’s hands danced along your skin, the cold vibranium of his left arm leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your body stuttered when you felt his metal fingers drag along your clothed slit, the material of your panties soaked completely in your arousal.
“You're dripping, sweetheart.” Bucky rubbed your sex through your panties, the touch so light, so teasing it was hardly there. “I told you I was in need of a challenge, but this, my love, this is no challenge.”
With his words he pushed your panties to the side and dipped two of his cold vibranium fingers into your soaked pussy. He spread your arousal around your slit before pulling his hand away, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking every last drop from them. “You taste so good, doll.” He groaned.
You looked up at him, your irritation and arousal growing exponentially. “Please, Bucky.” You pleaded. He was teasing you, but he just couldn’t help it with the way you react to his touches.
Bucky slid a finger underneath one of the straps along your hip bone, pulling back then letting the elastic snap against your delicate skin. You jumped at the contact, but your body defied you with the desperate moan that escaped your parted lips.
“Keep count for me. Okay, sweet girl?” He trailed down your body, pressing your legs apart and settling in between them.
“Okay.” You mustered up the strongest voice you could.
The sight of Bucky’s eyes directly on your pussy still made you anxious, no matter how many times the two of you had been intimate. Every time was better than the last.
He licked his lips before using his fore and middle fingers to scoop up some of the arousal leaking out of your hole, lifting it up to your clit. The sight was erotic and he loved it. Your clit pulsating for his touch, the slow movements of his fingers causing your pussy lips to spread giving him the most beautiful view of your clit all the way down to your tight little hole.
You threw your head back in pleasure as Bucky began a slow and steady pace of rubbing your clit, just as you got used to the rhythm, allowing the pleasure to course through your body, he stopped. Replacing his forefinger with his thumb and using his middle finger to circle your entrance.
The tight circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves didn’t slow as Bucky plunged his middle finger into your little hole. Your walls clenching around him, before you relaxed, welcoming the intrusion. Your repetitive moans mixed with the wet and filthy sounds of your gushing pussy filled the room.
The familiar pressure was building in your stomach, your walls clenching around Bucky’s fingers as he added another. Your legs clenched shut around his hand, he quickly pried them apart.
“Be a good little slut and hold this up for me.” Bucky demanded grabbing one of your legs. You moaned at the degradative term but nonetheless grabbed your leg, holding it out of the way for him. He wanted a perfect view to watch that little pussy of yours clench and quiver.
He began to rub your clit faster, messaging the nerves. The feeling of his cold metal fingers sliding in and out of you and the pleasure to your clit became too much. The knot in your stomach snapping as your leg shook in your grasp. Waves of pleasure raked through your body, your mind numbing over with ecstasy. Bucky fucked you through your orgasm with his fingers, prolonging it for as long as he could. Rubbing your sensitive little nub until you were pushing him away.
“Look at that sweetheart, it’s so easy.” Bucky husked as he pressed a kiss to your clit. Your body jolted at the contact, far too sensitive for his touch. “Look at me.” He demanded.
Your eyes were still glued shut, body numb and tired. But Bucky wasn’t having it, he brought his hand down, slapping your pussy. Just hard enough to send a sting to the area, which then spread throughout your whole body. Reluctantly you opened your eyes to meet his. Bucky sent you a look, as if he was asking you to do something, and then you remembered he’d asked you to count.
“One.” You choked.
“Good girl.” Was all Bucky said before he dove back into your pussy. His tongue lapping up all of your cum. The pain of the oversensitivity soon became pleasurable, you moaned loudly as Bucky licked up your slit to your clit. Circling the nub with his tongue before pulling it between his lips, sucking lightly. He brought his teeth around your clit, pulling back a bit.
“Bucky...” You moaned, you weren’t sure whether you were asking him to stop or for more. No matter, he didn’t stop. Licking back to your entrance, slipping his tongue in and fucking you.
Your next orgasm came much faster. The pleasure racking through you, your hips bucked up into his face.
Bucky grabbed your hips, holding you against his tongue as he took in all of your cum. “Two.” You breathed.
But Bucky didn’t even think about stopping, continuing to eat your pretty pussy. His tongue slipping in and out of you, his hands holding you legs wide. Tears welded in your eyes from how good it felt. You looked a mess when he lifted his pretty blue eyes up to your face. Head thrown back, lips parted as breathless screams escaped the pink flesh. Hair mussed and tangled.
“Such a mess baby. You gonna make a mess on my tongue again?” Bucky muttered against your pussy. His sinful words sent you over the edge again. A full scream leaving your mouth this time as your entire body spasmed. Walls clenching around nothing as Bucky’s tongue licked you clean. Messy tears flowed down your face, your makeup surely spread everywhere.
Once your body finally stopped shaking, Bucky trailed back up to your face. “So pretty when you cry for me.” He grabbed your chin softly, bringing your eyes to meet his. “What number was that, doll?”
“Three.” You whispered, your hips involuntarily bucking up to meet his. You whined when the rough fabric of his jeans brushed up against your abused clit. All you wanted was for him to fuck you. Fill you so good like he always did.
“Please, Bucky.” You cried, pulling on his shirt.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” Of course he knew exactly what you wanted, he just had to torture you.
“Please.” You pleaded. “Fuck me.” You pulled his shirt again.
“See, that’s all I needed.” Bucky reached his hand behind his back, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it unceremoniously onto the floor. Your hands ran down his toned chest, too tired to do anymore.
Unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock. You took a second to admire him, thick and long, always fills you so well, before Bucky lined his tip up with your entrance. Rubbing his tip against your wetness, up your slit before circling your clit. You whined out again at the direct stimulation of your sensitive nerves. Bucky shushed you gently before lining up with your entrance and slowly pushing in. The feeling was unforgiving as he sick into you, inch by inch. He wanted you to feel every last bit of him, ever vein and curve. It drove you mad. He groaned when your tight whole clenched around his length. Once he was fully inside of you he took a second to just enjoy the feeling of your tight walls and wetness welcoming him. Then all gentle touches were lost as he set a bruising pace.
Each thrust harder then the last, your body tutted on the bed from the force of Bucky’s thrusts. It felt heavenly, your mouth opened in ecstasy. “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!” You panted. He leaned down to take one of your hard nipples in his mouth. Sucking the bud, grabbing it gentle between his teeth and pulling back just a bit. One of his hands grabbed your right leg, hiking it up around his waist. The new angle allowed him to touch deeper within you. Every single touch sent your over sensitive body closer and closer to the edge.
Until he stopped. His mouth leaving your breast and his hard cock sliding out of your dripping core. You were just about to cry out when he flipped you onto your stomach. Pulling your hips up, your back arching and your ass in the air. You gasp at the sudden movement. And then he was back inside of you. His cock hitting deeper inside you from the improved angle.
“Cum!” Bucky demanded as he pounded into you. All it took was his command and you were being thrown off the cliff, body spasming for the fourth time in a row. He held your hips up to keep you from trying to get away from him. You moaned and cried more in pleasure.
“And that was four.” He didn’t stop once you had stopped shaking, chasing his own release. You gave up fighting, knowing it would do no good. Until only a few minutes later he was pulling you flush against his chest by your hair. His vibranium hand drifting down your body, landing right between were the two of you connected. Bucky circled your clit with his icy fingertips.
“No, no…” You shook your head tiredly. Your body is so over sensitive, and the way his cock felt as he slid almost all the way before slamming back into repeatedly.
“This is what you wanted, my love.” Bucky’s lips pressed against the tender skin behind your ear. His teeth biting down onto the skin before pulling back again. “Such a little slut. You planned all of this, little girl. Didn’t you?” His hot breath against your sweaty skin sent shivers up and down your spine.
“No, I didn’t.” You shook your head, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“Don’t try to lie to me.” Bucky punctuated every word with a thrust harder than the last. Every time he moved his cock brushed against your g spot, you shuddered at the pleasure. Your walls started clenching for the fifth time tonight, tears staining your checks farther as your orgasm was about to rack through you.
“Hold it.” Bucky could tell, but of course, you lied to him.
“Wha-no please! I can’t.” You cried.
“Yes you can, now hold it.” From the cold stimulation to your clit and the aggressive pounding into your body you couldn’t take it. “I’m sorry! Please, Buck… I’ll be good.” You pleaded.
A few moments later you felt his cock twitch inside of you, signaling he was close. He groaned deeply against your neck, “Cum.” He commanded.
It happened fast, your back arching off of his sweaty chest, a scream of pure bliss leaving your lips. Spark after spark of pleasure raked through your body as you came. Bucky followed, his hot seed shooting into you fast. Filling you even more than you already were. A mix of both of your cum dripped down your thighs as he pulled out, flipping your fucked out body over to lay on your back.
He hovered over you again, spreading your legs and scooping some of his cum off of you with his fingers and thrusting them back into you. Stuffing you full of him. Your eyes remained closed, too tired from your five orgasms to react. When Bucky thought that you’d had enough he pulled away, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest.
“You did so good for me, doll.” He murmured into your hair, rubbing your back. You made a small noise of agreement. Bucky had been thoroughly surprised, he’d never been able to pull so many orgasms from you, not that he’d ever tried.
“M’gonna run you a bath, sweetheart. That sound good?” Bucky leaned his head down to kiss your cheek. You nodded against his chest. He then picked you up, bridal style and carried you into the bathroom.
It never ceased to amaze you how quickly Bucky’s demeanor changes with you, one second he could be fucking you incoherent and the next he’s back to gentle touches and sweet nothings.
No matter, you wouldn’t change a thing.
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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years
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Do yiu want to maybe write a lil smth about big dick daddy and his strength.... pleasd and thank u ❤️🥵
Okay hun just a quick headcannon might not be exactly what you were after but porn is ponr 🤷‍♀️ 😘😘
Warnings: smut, nsfw, size difference, toys, car sex, exhibitionism, daddy kink, filth
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You bent forward with the slightest of winces, this probably wasnt the best idea to use this particular toy when you had yoga class.
Today was henry's birthday, you were going to skip class but sadly he had a meeting this morning and had insisted on you coming to class.
You really should of stuck to your guns and stayed home
But it was to late now, you were here in the middle of class, this time at the back becuase you were nervous about anyone seeing it through your leggings.
You had a surprise for your sweet boyfriend, it had taken a few days of prep work but you were on the final stage
You see there was an issue in the bedroom. He was ridiculously endowed... like seriously before meeting him you rolled your eyes at that whole 'i can see it in her guts' porn cliche that men tried to boast about.
Not anymore. Nope, it was definitely a thing.
You were thankfull he was strong enough and could lift you with his arms and make you 'hover' as he drilled you mindful of just how much he fed your needy but small pussy.
You could never take him fully and although he never minded it got to you. You wanted to be good for him, to give him everything. And take everythig!
So you decided to get a set of plugs to help... loosen you a tad, it was more a length issue then a... girth?
You were on your second day of your biggest toy and it was strange streaching and doing yoga with the toy rubbing your tender walls.
It was down right torturous!
You heaved in relief as the teacher wrapped up the class and bolted outside needing to get home and cool off
The beep of a horn called you across the road to where henry was waiting in the car.
You crossed the road quickly opening the door throwing your bag behind the passenger seat and climbed in "Ah~fucking fuck!"
Henry froze and cast you a strange look as you bit your lip and shuddered as your ass met the seat...
That didnt make sense? You hadnt been spanked for a few days
"Babe? You okay? Did you pull something?" He asked slowly concern creasing his brow
"I wish, no no i- lets go, i need to get back and chill... need a fucking shower you cringed, you really did, not just to cool down either.
"Okay if your sure" he said pulling away from the curb.
During the ride home he kept a close eye on you, noting the soft mewls and panting... especially when he let the car over rev a little, trying to help with the battery which had been playing up recently.
"Babe your going red, have some of your drink" henry said half way home nodding to your bag behind the seat.
"Yeah.. okay" you hummed unclipped your seat belt, holding the bottle would give you something to do with your hands, take the temptation of slipping you fingers to your crotch as the car vibrated the plug.
You moved leaning over the center console and cralwed back bending over reaching your bag. Unknowingly presenting the little bulging base of the plug in your pussy
"No fucking way!?" Henry growled doing a double take as he saw the little tell tale bump
Before you could ask what he meant a hugge hand came up landing over your slit in a light spank making you moan
"Oh god~ hen!?" You moaned and tried to reverse back into you sea but henrys hand remained on the end of the plug and wriggled it side to side sending you into a chorus of wanton moans
"Baby girl? You wore a plug to yoga?" He laughed enjpying the way you collapsed over the centre console
He moved repositioning his arm to rest his elbow and fore arm on your back fingers slipping under the leggings and following the creas of your ass to the wet pussing lips wrapped around the plug.
"Hen- daddy! Noo let me up!" Ou protested not likejng being bent over in the car for the world to see it they wished!
"Oh hush, we're almost home! Its nothing you dont deserve your naughty girl!" He teased clasping the plug and slowly began thrusting the toy in and out
"Oh gos! Listen to that~ such a messy girl? All drenched and slippy~" you mewled and began panting unable to stop rocking back.
"D-daddy please! Not in the car!"
"So yours embarrassed being caught with your toy in the car, but not your yoga class?-pfft yoga all those streches must have been fun baby girl~ tell me what was your favourite? Is this a naughty little secret?" He spoke cheerfully amused by the predicament youd got yourself in
"No-no i didnt mean it! Daddy its not like that!"
"No? Then why do you have this in your little pussy babygirl?" He asked genuinely curious
"Its for you daddy! For your birthday! I made'em bigger so you can... all in..." you stuttered as he began fuckingnyou faster. But he stopped at your comment
"You've been getting yourself ready so daddy can fuck you deeper?" He said out loud as he managed to pull the car into the drive thanking god this was an automatic.
Cy-yeah! Please-Ugh daddy!?" You cried as with a quick flick of his hands your leggings were at your knees and the plig was pulled free.
He whistled low when he saw just what your stuffed yourself with... definitely longer then anything else he'd seen you use before.
You moaned as he left you needy on the edge.
He didnt waist time just feeling hos wet and horny you were had him fully erect already.
He ditched the plug on the passenger seat paying no mind to your yells of 'is gonna stain!'
Deft fingers latched onto your hips as he pulled himself free.
"God your such a good girl~ so precious" he purred before hoisting you to straddle him and without hesitation impaling you on him fully.
"F-Fuuuck! Daddy it oh god!" You groaned feeling him press you down onto his thighs tightly grinding hissing through his teeth.
"Fuck! Fuck thats-god your so hot! So tight babygirl~" you whined as your leggings at your knees was stretched across his chest pressing your legs high and spread like a resistance band holding you open to him
"Ah daddy ! Please! Fuck please move!" You cried for him to fuck you despite being on top.
He chuckled heeding you and held your waist tightly before lifting your, bobbing you up and down on him.
He grunted straightening his legs into the foot well and moved you faster, just like he would a fleshlight useing your body as his own toy, only this time you were accepting him entirely.
His head rested on the head rest and he moaned louder widening his thighs reveling in the feel of your ass beuching his balls as he drove deeper.
You panted moaning and wriggling squirming in his grasp as he used you properly for the first time.
You fought him as things got too much, but it was no use, he had clamped his hands on you and was too lost to give any wiggle room. You loved it!
Then finally with a huge growl and roar he tugged your hips to his in bruisong thrusts markingnyou with his fingers as he plundered you in the last few thrusts
Bringingnyou high enough you feared oud hit to roof of the car.
Just as quickly as he'd taken you he finished locking you to his lap pressing as far as he could into your body floddjng your jnsides sendingnyou into your own orgasm
You flexed and kicked your entire body trembling and fighting as he held you still feedinnyour cunt as much as he could.
"Fuck! Fuck that- why has it taken this long to try car sex" you panted slowly coming down from your high.
"I dont know, but fuck if that wasnt the best quicky we ever had"
"Beats the public bathroom" you agreed
"Hands down... soo round two?"
"Inside... i can hear kal barking" you uttere flushing tipping your head hearing the bear belting out the song of his people
"Good shout..." henry chuckled
"Henry... happy birthday" you uttered
"Thank you... it's best present ever... how long you been wearing them?"he said nodding to the plug that had left an embarrassing puddle onnthe leather.
"Only a week" you shrugged leaning over grasping the plug.
"Used to it then?" He quipped staringm off in thought
"Yeah pretty much... why?" You answered anxiously
"I expect this as my very own homecoming treat from now on babygirl... do you understand princess?"
"Yes daddy~ comemon lets go inside i want round two!" You giggled nodding to him excitedly. You don't mind the inconvenience of plugs if it gives you mind blowing sex
"I thought this was my present?" He pouted sweetly at how excited you were for his present
"You gonna say no to round two daddy?" You teased prodding his chest the little sweat patch on the grey tshirt making your mouth water, you couldn't help it you were far too gone.
"of course not! Lets get your cuffs out!" He laughed patting you ass prompting you to climb off of him and crawl back to the passenger seat and redress.
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nicoleheichou · 3 years
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Now All I See Is Color - chapter 16: nasty 🤢
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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?
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Atsumu finds himself in his car, beside him his girlfriend of almost two years, who he hasn't seen in three months. He should feel happy, ecstatic even, but he doesn't feel any of that. Instead, he finds himself wishing for someone else to be sitting in that passenger seat next to him.
"Aren't you excited to see me baby?" A voice snaps him back to reality. "Of course am excited to see ya baby. Am just really surprised, am still recovering from it." He replies, feeling guilty for lying to her. She places a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her. He realizes it's the first time he's gotten to look at her properly since being able to see colors and he notices one thing about his girlfriend. Her eyes. Her eyes don't mesmerize him the way yours does. Was that normal?
"We better get going. I'm excited to meet this assistant of yours." At the mention of you, he immediately perks up, already backing out of the parking space, he fails to notice the quick flash of anger on the blonde girl's face, rather he was focused on getting to the karaoke bar where everyone else agreed to meet and getting to see you.
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"I texted her, she's coming out, she's excited to meet ya babe." He glances over at her while she finishes reapplying her lipstick, all she does is nod her head. Atsumu notices the door open and sees you looking around the parking lot before your eyes land on his car and then on him. You give a quick wave before making your way over. "Come on babe, let's say hi." He's already getting out of the car, eager to greet you.
You watch as Atsumu gets out of the car and then notice the passenger side door open. You can't help but think about how his girlfriend is so pretty, definitely worthy of being with Atsumu. But why does that make your heart ache? "So you're his assistant?" Her tone is friendly but there's something about the way she says it that feels a little off.
You notice Atsumu shoot you an apologetic look. "Yeah I am. And you must be his girlfriend. It's nice to meet you. I'm l/n f/n." You put your hand out for her to shake but she just brushes it off. "Babe. I'm cold, can we go inside now?" She says while clinging on to his arm. You don't want to believe the rumors, wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt, but her attitude and actions right now are making that real hard.
"Whatever ya want babe." You can't help but wonder why Atsumu is with her if this is how she is. You follow the couple as they walk inside. You can hear your group before even reaching the private room. Weren't the rooms supposed to be soundproof? Your question is answered when you find Hinata wedged between the door, a beer in one hand and a microphone in the other. You shoot a look at Sakusa and he just shrugs.
The orange haired male finally notices the three of you. "Y/n! You're baaackkkk! Oh look! Tsum-Tsummmm andddd Mikaaa tooo!" You can't help but roll your eyes. Sakusa warned you Hinata was a lightweight but you weren't expecting this light, he only had two beers the last time you checked. Before you can say anything Suna is already helping the male up, it's like he could read your mind. "Sorry we're late." Atsumu says as they settle into the seats left open for them.
"You didn't have to rush on our account." You can't help but be surprised by Sakusa's tone, you could sense some hostility in it, but you knew it wasn't directed at his setter. "Hello to you too Sakusa-kun." Mika replies while rolling her eyes. You finally take your seat beside Suna, choosing to immerse yourself in conversation with the cousins, Sakusa and Komori.
It's not long before Bokuto is tugging at your sleeve, motioning for you to get up on the mini stage and sing for the group. "Um, Bo, I don't know about that." Before you can protest you feel a nudge from behind, you turn to see your boyfriend with a smirk plastered on his face. "Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" Chants of your name erupted from Bokuto, Hinata, Komori, and Suna. You let out a sigh. Who are you to deny the people?
"I need a partner, I'm not going to do this alone." You say into the mic that Bokuto had handed to you. Instantly the white haired male comes bounding towards you. "I already know what song we're doing!" You don't even have time to ask him before he's entering the song info into the display.
Your eyes widen as soon as the title appears on the screen and you hear the cheers coming from Hinata and your boyfriend. "I'll be the featured artist." The male tells you while grabbing a mic for himself. The music starts to play, you grab the closest drink to you, which just happened to be the rest of Hinata's beer before downing it. You were going to need some liquid courage for this song.
"I said, certified freak,
Seven days a week,
Wet-ass pussy,
Make that pull-out game weak, woo. (ah),
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy,
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy,
Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy."
Oh god. You made a mental note to not bring snacks for Bokuto for the next two weeks. To your embarrassment, not only was your boyfriend hyping you up, so was Hinata and Komori.
"Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah),
Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah),
I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be."
Surprisingly Bokuto was really into it, he definitely channeled his inner Meg for this performance. By the end of the song you and Bokuto had put on a performance worthy of the VMAs. You were trying to steady your breathing, not used to putting on a whole show in the span of three minutes and seven seconds, you used that time to get a good look at everyone around you. The room broke out into cheers and applause, you even managed to get Sakusa to clap for the both of you. The only one who didn't seem impressed with your performance was the blonde woman beside Atsumu.
"You call that a performance?" Atsumu let's out a sigh before glancing over at his girlfriend. "Babe, it was good. They were having fun." She starts to pout and you can't help but notice her little tantrum and the way Sakusa rolls his eyes at her. You didn't notice it before but even Hinata and Bokuto rarely interacted with her, they would keep their distance. What does that mean?
After a couple more hours you all decide to call it a night. You can't help but feel bad, it didn't seem like Atsumu was able to enjoy himself. Whenever you called out to him or tried to include him, his girlfriend would inmediately shut it down. You say your goodbyes to all your friends, Suna wanting to drop you home but you insisting he go along with Komori, not wanting him to get scolded by his coach again.
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i just picture bokuto getting really into the song. lmao. full on performance and all.
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hnychn · 3 years
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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄
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pairing: poly! bakusquad x gn! reader
summary: why settle for one lover when you could have five? 
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 🐝: ugh i love the idea of all five of these assholes in one relationship !! it just makes my heart 😫. lmk what you thought of it, i appreciate any constructive criticism that'll help me improve 🤍 i'm also working on a shoto work next so!! PS. this ended up being a lot longer than i thought, so i'll be making it into diferent parts!
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞
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ur their baby
sorry
don't make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️
so first and foremost, how you became a part of their relationship.
surprisingly, it was bakugo who brought up the idea to the others 😳
you're not in 1a, but you are in the support class. you make them gadgets 😌
and bakugo met you when the last student who was supposed to be responsible for his costume design and other shit refused to work with bakugo anymore
that was the sixth guy to quit
so you offered to pick up his work 😌
otherwise the storyline wouldn't continue
so bakugo goes to you after school and is like, "listen here you fucking extra-"
and that's as far as he got before you interrupted him and was like:
"no yOU listen you hot-headed cyndaquil! the only reason you should be talking to me is if you want to submit a request for your costume. other than that, don't look at me. don't speak to me. don't even breathe near me. GOT IT?!"
and he was just. . .😳 damn
highkey thought your yelling was hot
so the weeks pass and surprisingly he listens to you and doesn't speak to you outside of making requests for his costume or giving feedback
and your relationship with him is relatively stable
you're not friends but you can live together without ripping each other apart
there's a term for it but i forget what it is
he starts coming by more often because there's a kink in one of your gadgets
so you ask him to stay after school to test it out and figure out what the problem is
you end up talking
and you realise he's not as much of an asshole as you thought he was
and your relationship turns into more of a "friendship" but not if that makes sense?
like, "ok so i don't hate you, but i still hate you."
does that make sense? i how it does
anyways,
the two of you start saying hi in the halls or nodding at each other
bakugo's babies see this and are like ??
yOU MADE A FREND??
yes. yes he did 😌
so kirishima and mina try and convince him to introduce them to you
"why would i introduce you to that dumbass? they're nothing special."
he doesn't mean it, he's just flustered.
so kirishima, mina, kaminari, and sero start looking out for you in the halls
and they start picking up on your routine
without knowing they basically know your schedule
it's bakugo who points it out when kirishima said it was time to go
🦈 "oh! it's time to go guys!"
💥 "why? lunch isn't even over yet"
⚡️ "y/n usually goes to that vending machine by their art class during this time"
💥 ". . . how do you fuckers know that?"
and they're all silent like. . . how do they know that?
that's when it hits then that without them knowing, you slipped your way into their heart
because here they were,
right next to the vending machine where you always go 20 minutes before lunch ended to get a small snack
and when you get there and see bakugo surrounded by a bunch of people looking at you with starry eyed
". . . hi?"
mina lunges at you and asks how the hell you tamed bakugo
"easy, i beat his ass."
"NO YOU DIDN'T YOU FUCKER!"
and you just snort at his reaction and put some coins into the vending machine
"why do you think your gauntlet backfired yesterday, dumbass?"
and he blanks like. . .wait. . . wAIT A MINUTE
"THAT WAS YOU?!"
you nod, "wish i was there to see it though."
and you pout
fUCKING.
POUT.
and they all just feel their heart go doki doki
so the bell rings for class to start and you say goodbye to them and kaminari promises to show you the video he took of bakugo's gauntlet backfiring tmr at lunch
and while they're walking to class, none of them are talking
which is very unusual
but they all know their thoughts are only of you
it's kind of like an unspoken agreement that they're all falling for you
they have a hard time paying attention in class that day.
OK NEXT DAY!!
so you rush over to the bakusquad and practically throw yourself at kaminari
because you wanna see that video
you don't notice he's a blushing mess and the others are staring a bit bitterly because
:I i want that
so he shows you the video and you start laughing so hard
and it's so contagious and soon they're all laughing
except bakugo because he refuses to laugh at himself
but they suddenly hear someone calling your name
and you all look over and see some guy who's also from general studies
they see you roll your eyes and mutter, "fucking hell" under your breath
so it's safe to assume you don't like this guy.
"hey l/n."
"hey tanaka. . ."
the boy shoves his hands in his pockets, "so about that date saturday-"
you might have slapped the bakusquad in the face with a fish because holy-
they never considered you were seeing anyone and now they're kinda heartbroken because oop-
caught feelings too quick 🙊
but you grind your teeth, "it's not a date tanaka. the teacher paired us up for a project because he knows you're so incapable of doing anything on your own you have to be watched like a child."
anD WHOO BOY THEY WERE NOT EXPECTING THAT
kaminari snorts a bit before slapping a hand over his mouth
mina grabs kirishima's arm and burries her face into his jacket to stifle her laughs
kirishima and sero and just staring at each other with wide eyes and slowly growing smiles like "bro did they just say that?" "dude i think they did!"
and bakugo. . .
he's staring at you with the proudest look in his eyes and a smirk because yeah, that's his baby
wait what.
now the boy is a bit embarrassed that you said that in front of some of the school's top heroes
so he sputters a bit before walking away with a red face
💥 "damn i didn't know you had that in you, spit fire."
you stare at him a bit with a small blush at the nickname
and you sputter out a thanks before making an excuse to leave (something about banana milk)
and they all stare at each other
⚡️ ". . .did they . ."
🦈 "was that a-"
🍊 "holy fuck that was-"
💥 "-adorable."
mina is took shocked to say anything
during this time, you bang to realise your feelings for the group as well
but you thought you were being selfish for wanting all five of them
so you kind of avoid them for the next few days in hopes of your feelings going away
you change up your schedule
and when you see them or one of then in the halls you turn around and go another direction
they were a bit confused as to what they did
but kirisima assured them that you were probably just working out your feelings and they should respect that
so they did
and they pretended it didn't hurt when you suddenly dart the other way when you see one of them
they gave you your space
and they thought you would come to them when you had everything worked out
until bakugo cane storming into the dorms one day
he was obviously pissed, but his eyes were also a bit glossy
so they all dragged him to kirishima's room since it was closest and asked him was was wrong
💥 "that dumbass quit from making my items."
and they were all kind of shocked
like wtf ??
uhm, for why?
you had assured bakugo that you wouldn't be another one of those losers who resigned because of his eccentric personality
and yet here we are
they spend the rest of the night in kirishima' room comforting bakugo
because he really took it the hardest
like sure the others liked you too,
but bakugo spent the most time with you
and developed a deeper relationship with you than the others
so the next day,
kirishima wants to talk to you
so he goes to the support room and bumps into hatsume as she was walking out
he asks her if you're in
"oh, yeah they are, I'll go get them for you."
this is a lot longer than i thought it would be uhhh oops
so you come out, not knowing it was kirishima asking for you because hatsume was vague
only telling you, "someone wants to talk to you"
like ok specifics??
anyways
you're like. . . oop heyyy. . .
because you knew what he was there for
the two of you don’t say anything for a bit
you’re just staring at your shoes and he’s looking at you with a small frown on his face 
lowkey he’s kinda disappointed in you
so he finally speaks first
“you quit.” 
it’s not a question, or something you were expecting 
but you nod 
there’s another silence 
“why?” 
you fiddle with your fingers for a bit. 
now this was a question you were expecting, though, you didn’t want to answer 
kirishima is a patient boy though, and waits for you to gather the courage to tell him 
he’s not leaving without an answer
“i just-” you begin, “i. . .” 
kirishima is still waiting patiently for your answer 
“i don’t want to be selfish.” 
now he surprised. wdym selfish. please explain.
“it’s just- you all already have such an established relationship and i don’t want to interrupt that. you guys have a schedule. adding myself into the mix would only mess all of that up, and no matter how strong my feelings are for all of you, i could never mess up your relationship like that. it would be so selfish of me to put my feelings before all of yours, so i thought the only way to get rid of these feeling as to distance myself from all of you...” 
“starting with bakugo...” kirishima whispered after your rambling came to an end. 
you nodded 
kiri was at a stand still for a bit 
and it was silent once again in the hall
kiri knew his lovers had feelings for you too, and would have no problem adding you into the relationship, 
but he also knew he couldn’t fore you into anything 
he was about to reassure you that you wouldn’t be interrupting anything and that they would love to have you in the relationship 
but then you were tackled 
to the ground 
by kaminari 
and smacked your head against the floor
really hard
like, you passed out 
ahaha. . .
when you wake up, your head feels like it’s going to split open
and the loud voices aren’t helping 
so you let out a groan, “shut the fuck up...” 
and everything goes silent. 
until someone SCREAMS AGAIN
“YOU’RE AWAKE!” 
it’s kaminari 
bless his soul
poor baby is a bit slow 
so you groan out again and clutch your head
bakugo slaps the back of kaminari’s head
“shut the fuck up, dunce face!” 
he whisper shouts
mina hands you some pain killers recovery girl said you give you when you woke up, and sero hands you a glass of water 
they’re all watching you as you take the pills 
it’s silent for a bit 
and it’s making you anxious, so you fiddle with the empty glass for a bit before bakugo snatches it from you, 
“dumbass...” he muttered as he refilled it and handed it back to you
sero rubs the back of his head, “so...” 
mina pulls at the hem of her sweater, “we heard everything you said to kirishima.” 
kaminari sits next to you on the bed and whispers, “sorry for tackling you. i just got a bit emotional...” 
I'm so sorry this is getting so long 😭😭 i'm trying to wrap this up so if it gets a bit jumbled, my bad
so they all reassyre you you're more than welcome into their relationship and wouldn't be interfering with anything
so you agree
and they're all so happy 🥳🥳
and while everyone is celebrating
(quietly because your head still feels like shit)
bakugo comes up to you
"you better start making my items again, dumbass. those other dipshits in your class don't know what they're doing."
bakugo only said that because they weren't you but he'd never outright say that to you
OK ITS OVER OH MY
IT GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY LMAO
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Saving Rosie
Part One of Two: “I’m Not A Spy.”
Rosie Betzer x Reader
Words: 5,768
Warnings: WWII (and everything that comes with that era), Nazis, spy shit, arguing, alludes to execution, sadness... I think that may be it.
Request: No.
Summary: You save the woman you have grown close to over the past few years you have been undercover as a Nazi general, and now you’re going to save her family.
A/N: Me, still broken after watching Jojo Rabbit almost a year and a half ago?? It’s more likely than you think... so, apparently I write Rosie Beltzer fics now lol
Also, just some lil notes. The reader in this is undercover as a male Nazi general, and they’re not actually German in this fic.
EDIT: I accidentally tagged this as a Natasha fic lmao. I fixed it now tho.
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***
"It's a lovely night for it, huh?"
For what? You weren't 
certain. Maybe it was the full moon. Maybe, it was the clear sky. The deserted streets, perhaps... what loomed in the following days to come.
Or maybe, just maybe. It was the woman by your side.
The woman hummed, a small sweet smile caressing her face.
"One of the better ones we've had in years. Came her strong German accent. A stark difference to yours, considering you no longer had to mask it. Around her, anyway.
Your smile mirrored hers as it brightened.
"It sure is."
"I can't believe it's almost over. And after so long..." she said, while you grunted, sitting down beside her on the small roof over the open attic window. "This unjust war is finally coming to an end."
"Okay, you're starting to sound like my commander now."
Rosie chuckled at your words, moving to softly lean into your side, keeping her head up to continue looking at the bright white stars that littered the midnight blue sky.
"Why do you always insist on meeting up here?" you grumbled, no malice in your voice, "It's a pain in the ass to get up onto the roof, from the outside, y'know?"
"You're a spy, aren't you? Aren't you supposed to be good at this stuff?"
"Oh cheeky," you laughed, lightly slapping the side of her leg, with the back of your hand. Rosie's quiet giggles following your remark, "And I'm an undercover soldier. Those are two very different things."
"Still." She shrugged.
You sat in silence for a small while. Over the few years, you and Rosie had grown close. Meeting up on her rooftop, at the dead of night, where there was no chance of anyone seeing you together, this way, becoming an almost every day occurrence.
You knew you could trust her the moment you first met, almost three years ago. After you had stolen the identity of a Nazi officer, that looked starkly like you. Luckily, there was hardly any information about this person. So, there was less chance for your cover to be blown.
Soon, the resistance that Rosie had been deeply a part of was un-earthed to you, thanks to your informant and the letter she carried. It wasn't long after that you started working with them too. Helping them better than they could ever hope, thanks to the military resources and information you brought.
"What happened to your neck?" Rosie asked, pulling you out from where you were, deep in your memories.
A hand came up to rub at your slightly sore skin.
"My informant can be cruel..."
Rosie cocked a blonde eyebrow at you, wanting an explanation from you.
You sighed, getting ready to tell her.
***
Eyes burned into the woman from all sides as her heels kicked against the polished wooden, yet stained, floor. Her light brown hair shone under the glowing lights, confidence radiating from her just the same.
"Can I help you?" a German Soldier slid in front of her, she had to stop herself from sneering at the man. For both his being a Nazi and his sweaty stench. But instead, she managed a sultry smirk.
"I'm here to see your General," she replied, in a German accent.
"Don't bother," another Soldier, this one drunk and slightly swaying, called over, from where he was pressed into the wall a few feet behind her.
"I don't think your General would take too kindly to you stealing what they paid for."
"They're gonna have fun with you," he replied, blatantly looking her up and down. Like a wolf would, to a tiny bunny, ready to devour it whole. However, the wolf was not a wolf at all, the wolf was, in fact, the bunny, and the bunny was the actual wolf.
She would tear him to shreds, given the chance.
"The General is in the usual room," the original man said, "Fair warning, though. They're not in a good mood today."
The woman began strutting down the hallway, once again. Throwing, "Aren't they always?" over her shoulder once she passed him by.
When she opened the thick wooden door you resided behind, the sounds of your continued groan began pouring through the crack.
"Sometimes I cannot believe that you got this assignment," she uttered in her original London accent, with her back pressed against the now-closed door.
You finished your groan off and took a deep breath before you uttered your reply.
"Luck-of-the-draw, I guess," you spoke from the floor where you lay on your back, with a shrug, "That, or I look strikingly alike the guy who died. The Nazi prick."
She walked over to you, one foot rising to press her heel into your neck, your thyroid resting in the open space of the shoe.
A choking noise sprang from your mouth as you flailed your limbs around gently. You knew that if she were to press any harder, she would surely manage to choke you.
"You're not suited for this job."
The brunette pressed harder against your throat before she released you. Leaving you to turn on your side, coughing and spluttering.
"Well, no shit. I'm a soldier, not a spy."
"You can tell."
"What was that all about?" You motioned to your neck. Red marks already making their way upon the tender flesh.
"We need to make it seem like we are having sex. Remember? I am supposed to be your hooker after all."
"You're a bitch, is what you are."
She scowled at you as you rolled yourself onto your stomach, sighing when you finally got to your feet.
"Where's the update?"
You hummed, almost as if you were remembering what you were here to do. Removing the crystal tumbler from your lips the whisky sloshing around inside. Reaching behind you, you pulled the file from where it was tucked into your pants and under your shirt. Handing it over to her.
"Is this it?" She asked, weighing the file in her hand, "It's very light."
"Yeah, and so's the information swimming around. Unless you wanna hear about the fish Agatha caught last weekend," you snarked back, moving to point at the file with the same hand that held your glass, "There's some good stuff in there. It's not much. But it's good."
"I'll take your word for it."
She tucked the folder into the long overcoat she wore, then you saw her eyebrows furrow.
"Aren't you supposed to take care of that?" She nodded towards the uniform jacket you had thrown across the room not long after you had entered it.
"You sneered at the fore-talked about item.
"I hate it and everything it stands for." You turned back to face her. "As soon as all of this bullshit is over, I'm burning that fucking armband. And then the rest of the fucking uniform."
"Real calm there, aren't you?"
"Don't start shit with me, Hannah." You took a large swig of your drink, almost emptying the glass. "I know that you wish you had somehow gotten this mission. But trust me, you don't fucking want it. The shit I've seen and done. The stuff that I've had to authorise, just to keep my cover. The fucking horror storied these monsters have told proudly, or as if they're fucking jokes." You were panting now. "You don't want that."
You had her startled into silence. Hannah had never expected this to come from you.
"How's the resistance?"
You grunted. Downing the rest of the brown liquor before moving to pour yourself another glass three fingers tall.
"It's going." you gave a heavy nod. "Still trying to spread the word."
Hannah hummed, slowly making her way towards you. Fingers coming up to razzle her hair, and wipe her lipstick, so it smudged onto her cheek.
"How's the blonde?"
"What-?" you were cut off when she wiped the red lipstick on her fingers across your own lips, leaving a smudge like hers there. "Ugh," you groaned, moving away from her palm, only to utter small obscenities and sounds of pain when her lipstick freehand messed up your short, slicked-back hair.
"What blonde?" you finally managed to ask.
"The one from the resistance. What's her name?" She clicked her fingers together, in realisation, "Rosie."
"Oh! Yeah, she's fine, and so are the kids."
"You seem to be taking a shine to her, from what I hear from the resistance. You and Rosie seem to be something of a dynamic duo."
Suddenly your shirt was ripped open, from the collar to your ribs. Making your eyes widen in shock.
However, you were used to this by now, so they soon returned back to their regular size.
"Yeah, we're friends."
Hannah hummed, something akin to a knowing smirk on her face. As she untucked your shirt.
"I'd keep an eye on her, though."
She opened your pants.
"She's being watched."
Breathless at what she just said, you stood stock still, watching as she walked towards the wooden door.
"Oh." Hannah stopped, her hand upon the handle, pulling some pieces of paper from her pocket and threw them to the floor, "I'll leave you to deliver the bad news."
And with that, she left.
***
You forewent telling Rosie everything from the mention of her.
Thinking it the best if she heard it differently.
"That really sounds like a spy meeting to me," Rosie said with a smirk, knowing it would annoy you to no end.
You closed your eyes before you could roll them into the back of your head. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled, "I'm not a spy."
"So, you've said," she giggled.
"You're drunk," you mumbled to yourself.
"What was that?"
"How are the kids?" you asked, clearly watching as Rosie groaned lightly. Her head down-turned, almost sad looking.
"Jojo's still obsessed with Hitler and everything. And Elsa's doing her best. But I can tell how much this is affecting her. And in what world wouldn't it?"
"She's strong." You nodded. "She'll get through it. We all will."
"And what about Jojo?"
Rosie turned to face you, hair swaying as she did. You could see the glazed look in her eye's, telling yourself to be extra vigilant with the woman upon the roof. You had to make sure she didn't fall off in her drunken state.
"Is he going to be like this for the rest of his life?"
Tears were building in her eyes now.
"Supporting evil dictators, wanting to take over the world, and fill it with hate?"
"No. No, of course not," you whispered. Reaching over, you clasped her cheeks between your rough, war-hardened hands. Wiping away her silent tears. "He's just a boy. A boy who wants to be a part of something, even if he doesn't understand what that is. What monster's he's following. He will realise one day. Trust me."
"I trust you." She nodded. "It just. It's hard. It's so hard. Especially when he plays up, like he did at dinner today."
"He did?"
She hummed with a nod.
"We're low on food right now. I had to go without to feed Elsa. But Jojo, he didn't know, obviously, so he took that too. Then he started arguing about his father-"
You inhaled sharply, shoulders tensing. But luckily for you, she didn't notice your reaction.
"-I yelled at him... we made up not long after, but I still feel awful about it. I'm a terrible mother."
"No, you're not-"
"I am-"
"No. You're not," you said firmly. Grabbing her forearm, gently moving it side to side, to get your point further across, "You're such a caring and amazing person. Your heart is so big and kind. And you're an even better mother. It's like all of that is doubled for those kids."
"Thank you," Rosie whispered, tears in her eyes once again, before she moved to wipe them away.
"Anyway, you're way better than my mother. She abandoned me at a farm. I was lucky a cow didn't shit on me."
She giggled at your little joke.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you."
"There's no need. I wouldn't change it."
Things were quiet for a few minutes when you suddenly remembered.
"Oh!" You reached into your pocket and pulled out three packages, wrapped in brown paper and tied together with string. "I guess it was just lucky that I brought these then."
"What are they?"
"Beef sandwiches, I thought you would like them."
"Oh, you're a lifesaver," she spoke in something close to a moan as she took a bite out of her sandwich.
You gave a small chuckle at the woman seated beside you, "I'd thought you'd say that. I'll have to start bringing food over to these meetings of ours because it's not like I can do it out in the open."
"People would think something was going on between us," Rosie hummed.
"You're right about that. Everyone is so bored around here. Gossip is like their life sauce."
"Would you be surprised if I told you that it was the same before the war?"
"Not at all," you laughed.
Rosie finished her sandwich, and you dreaded what was coming next.
"I need to tell you something," you almost whispered.
She bumped her shoulder against yours when you didn't continue.
"Well? What is it?"
"It... it's about your husband..."
You watched her carefully as you said that, all the while emotions, flew into her while she processed them.
She held back more tears, ones from the look on her face that she had shed more times than she could count. Face contoured into one of concealed pain. Looking away from your gentle, caring eyes while rubbing her hands together.
"He's dead, isn't he?"
"I'm afraid so." You nodded, looking out before you, into the starry night sky.
That's when you felt a tiny jolt beside you. Looking over at the blonde, you watched as a tear trickled down her cheek.
"I'm so sorry," you whispered.
With a gasp and a wet sniff, Rosie wiped her tears away.
"What happened?"
"There was a raid, some members of a resistance was there, your husband included. None of them made it... they saved the people they intended to, however."
She nodded with a sad yet proud smile.
"How long ago was this?"
You swallowed. Hating the words you were about to say.
"A little over a year ago."
You winced when you heard her sobs, ones being held in so hard just so no one could overhear her cries.
And, sickeningly so, the worst thing of all was that you didn't know how to help her.
Placing a hand upon her back, rubbing small comforting circles into her shoulder. Feeling her lean into you, face now pushed into your neck.
"I'm here. Everything's going to be alright."
You left not too long later, after already spending way too much time up on that roof.
Rosie wished you a "goodbye" with the promise that she would be fine. However, she didn't reply to you when you told her not to finish the rest of the wine. That she had been pounding for the majority of the day.
Before you arrived "home" and promptly collapsed onto the bed.
***
The afternoon sun was warm upon your face as you walked the streets of the German town. Watching as children ran around, women worked, and well, gossiped, and Nazi soldiers came and went.
Soon. You thought. This will all be over soon.
That's when you heard the murmured words from the women you had just walked past.
"Yes, the Gestapo. They're here right now."
"Who for?" the other woman asked, voice slightly higher at the aspect of such "juicy" gossip.
Sometimes it surprised you just how detached some of these people were from human lives. But then you took a step back and saw everything that was happening in the world. And you weren't surprised anymore. Just disappointed.
"The traitors wife. Beltzer."
And now you were scared.
"-They should be taking her to the square, right now."
It was like the world had slowed down as you turned to look at them, meeting their curious eyes.
The last thing you heard before taking off at a run towards the town square was a fading, "Like husband, like wife. I guess."
The people you passed by looked at you like you were insane. To see a, what they thought, General, sprinting down streets and panting like crazy, it set them on edge.
But you didn't give a damn about what anybody thought.
You just had to get to the square.
And quick.
***
By the time you got there, you had a light shine over your skin. Thanks to the sweat from both the running you had done and the worry that coursed through you.
"Remove your hands from her," came your faux German accent.
"She is a traitor to the Reich," one of the Gestapo's, seemingly the leader, replied assuredly.
"And what proof do you have of this?"
Rosie was terrified. You could see that as clear as day, no matter how she tried to keep calm. It was written all over her face.
So, you forcefully pushed their hands from the heavily breathing woman and pulling her to stand by your side and away from the group of men dressed in black suits.
"I'll have you know, we have very probable tips from some of the community-"
""Probable"?!" you shouted, causing the on edge woman beside you to jump slightly. To which you pulled her closer to you as a form of comfort. Your hand, coming to rest on her shoulder.
"Yes. Probable. We cannot have risks."
"Well, I say that it is bullshit."
"You have no jurisdiction or authority over our department."
"And I never said I did. I am saying that I vouch for this woman."
"But the tip-off's-" another man began.
"You choose to believe lonely and bored housewives over a General?!" You watched as their faces fell, and they tried to grab onto any straw they could to change your mind.
"There is still a chance-"
"There is no chance!"
"And can you be so sure?!"
"Do you really believe that I, a General, would be with her if you were right?"
"With her?" a third Gestapo asked curiously.
You knew what you had to do to get her back home, safe and away from the men trying to execute and make a spectacle of her. Just like the poor people hanging to your right.
"It means that I have been seeing her. Romantically, if you still do not fully understand, what I mean."
They didn't say anything for a few short moments, only stumbling and stuttering over their own voices.
"So, tell me. Who are you choosing to believe?"
"Uh. Y-You General."
"Good." You nodded once. "Now, I'm going to take her home. Goodbye, gentlemen," you spat. Turning on your heel, with Rosie under your arm, and walking away.
"Are you okay?" you whispered. Not drawing any attention to yourself or Rosie.
"I'm fine. Thank you for saving me," she replied in the same way.
"I wouldn't have done anything else." Your hand slipped down to the blondes dip in her lower back, helping to guide her back home. "Where are the flyers? Did you have any on you?"
"Yes. I threw them down the drain before they could see."
"Good. You did good." A squeeze to her hip before your hand returned to her lower back, just to keep up the appearance of the lie. "They're not gonna find them."
***
Rosie had relaxed more by the time you were at the bottom of her street when you saw a distinctly expensive car parked outside of Rosie's house. A car that everyone knows belongs to that of Gestapo's.
"Is Jojo home?" you asked, just stood there starring at the sight, with Rosie by your side.
"Yes," she husked.
"Shit."
And that's when you both broke out in a run.
You, being faster than Rosie, arrived at the building first. Barging through the door, with her hot on your heels.
Pounding your way up the stairs, only to come face to face with a gang of men, identically dressed to the Gestapo's, you had just saved Rosie from. Along with Jojo and Elsa, in clothes that didn't look like they belonged to her. Not to mention the demoted soldier, holding an identification book.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
"What are you doing in my house?!" you and Rosie said at the same time. Your yell angrier, compared to her more so worried one.
"We are searching the premises," the lead man, who wore round glasses, spoke. Face confused as to why Rosie was still alive. But as soon as he saw the anger chiselled upon your face. He could take a successful guess as to who had stopped the execution.
"Mama, they were just checking Inge's identification," Jojo said as his mother rushed towards him. Her hands, on his cheeks, as she checked him over.
"Oh, yes. Of course." Rosie pulled Jojo along to bring Elsa into her side, just as you had done for her mere minutes ago. "Are you both alright?"
She gained words and nods of confirmation from the two children.
"I think it's time that you all left."
"But-" one Gestapo said, looking to Rosie.
"But nothing," you continued, "I'm sure your associates will fill you in on their mistake. Now, if you are finished, I ask that you leave this house."
"We were just about to, anyway," the leader said, leading the way out for everyone. But not before the ID was handed back to the assumed Inge. With you trailing after, to slam the door behind them.
You turned, leaning your back against the wooden door, sighing deeply.
"Are they gone?" Rosie called down, leaning over the railing, to peer down at you.
The stairs creaked below you, the layer of carpet doing nothing to quiet them. You spoke your confirmation, as you reached her, "They're gone."
The kids looked like they had just been caught with their hand's in the cookie jar.
"So..." the caring woman started, "You two know about each other."
They nodded.
"For how long?"
"A couple of weeks, at most," Jojo said.
"How did you even find out about her?"
"I-I found the hatch-"
"He crawled in-"
"And I found her-"
"He was terrified."
"Was not!"
"Was too."
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Okay, enough," Rosie raised her voice, gaining the bickering children's attention.
Taking a breath, she ran her hands through her soft blonde hair.
"And you never told anyone?"
"No." Jojo shook his head. "I didn't want you to get into trouble..." It was at that point, he realised you were silently stood behind his mother, watching as everything unfolded and who you were.
Rosie caught this and looked over her shoulder at you.
"Don't worry," she told both of the kids, crouching down before them. Elsa's face one of mild terror.
This is when it hit you that these kids were exactly that.
Kids.
Kid's that were too scared of their mothers, or motherly figure, scolding them, than the actual, apparent danger that lurked not too far away.
"They're not going to tell anybody. They know. And won't let anything happen. To any of us." she manoeuvred to face you. "Right?"
You nodded. "Absolutely. I will do my best to protect all of you."
"Speaking of." She slowly rose to her feet, walking towards you.
The hand that Rosie placed upon your arm was gentle, almost like she was worried she would hurt you. Fingers curling into the jacket of the uniform you loathed.
"I have to speak with the General. So, you two stay up here. Understood?"
They nodded.
"Good." She pulled you through the open door, but before she could close it fully, her head popped through the door, "Oh. And we're not done yet. We still have a lot to talk about."
Then the door clicked shut.
"You're really good at that."
"What?"
"Being a mother."
"I know. You've told me before."
***
Things had changed rather quickly when you arrived downstairs.
Sat upon the blue cotton cushions of the wooden framed couch. Watching as Rosie paced around in front of you, fingertips rubbing against her full lips, worry etched across her face.
Your eyebrows shot up, and your body straightened when she turned to face you. Arms now down by her sides.
"So, we're together, huh?"
"I'm sorry," you replied, German accent dropped, "But that was the only thing that would get them to back off and drop the suspicions against you."
"I know." She nodded, completely understanding. Before her minimal composure dropped, and the worry came back. "What do we do? Jojo obviously thinks you are a traitor now. What if he tells someone?"
"He won't." You stood abruptly, taking Rosie's shoulder's into your hands, squeezing them gently. "He didn't tell anyone about Elsa when he had so many chances to do so. Hell, he had the chance, not even five minutes ago. But he hasn't said a word, purely just to keep you safe... he doesn't understand that this could hurt him and Elsa too. He doesn't know what's happening."
"But this is different-"
"Yes, it is different. It's better he thinks I'm a traitor, helping his family, than him knowing I'm an undercover soldier."
"You mean a spy?"
"Don't you start with that shit." You pointed at her playfully.
Rosie's smile dropped when a thought popped into her mind.
"Do you think they will still come back?"
"It is possible," you said honestly, "Which is why we should leave as soon as we possibly can."
"And go where?"
"Anywhere that isn't here."
"What do I tell the kids- What do I tell Jojo?" she clarified.
"The truth. You tell them that they could come back and that we all need to leave because we could all be in danger."
With her head in her hand's, the blonde scoffed tearily, "God. This fucking war."
"I know. I know."
You pulled her into your chest, letting her cry into you. Arms wound around your torso tightly.
"I hate it, For so many reasons."
"I know," you repeated again, "I feel the same."
"When will it just end? When will people be safe again?"
Deciding that it would be best to tell her the truth, you said, "I don't know. Soon I hope."
And there you sat, for a small while longer, allowing the blonde to cry into your chest.
***
You had left.
Gone to go gather some of your things, thinking it best to stay with Rosie and the kids while you were forced to stay in town.
All the while Rosie, spoke to the kids about leaving.
"I don't understand why we have to go!"
Was what you were greeted with as you entered the home.
"Because it is not safe for us here anymore," Rosie's voice came, calm but firm.
"But they won't come back."
"That's not entirely true," you spoke, entering the kitchen. Placing the leather bag you carried and the wicker basket upon the small table against the wall, you continued, "There's always a chance, no matter how small."
The young boy watched you silently for a minute. Not knowing what to say.
"Trust me, Jojo. I know how all of this works. I just want to keep you all safe, so does your mother. And this is the best way to do it.2
Jojo sighed.
"Where will we go?"
Rosie looked at you intently when her son asked this, wondering the same thing.
"We'll get out of town first. Then we'll focus on a safe place for us all to go."
"Jojo, would you. Would you go to your room, please?" Rosie asked, "I need to speak with the General, alone."
Just as the blonde boy was about to protest, he was cut off.
"Now. I also have to start preparing dinner."
He huffed and walked from the room, bounding up the stairs rather loudly.
You felt bad for the woman as you watched her grip the sides of the oven, bow her head, and give a great sigh.
"Where's Elsa?"
"She's in her hiding spot." Then she turned to face you. "Y/N, K know that Elsa isn't Inge."
"What?"
"She got Inge's birthday wrong, and he didn't say anything."
Your eye's wandered as you took in the information that was just given to you.
"Do you think he will say anything?"
"I don't know," you said with a shrug, "But I don't wanna take any chances. It's too risky."
"I agree." Rosie nodded once. "So, when do we leave."
"As soon as possible. Tonight if we can. Only pack the essentials. And not yet, we can't raise any suspicions."
Rosie's only reply and indication that she had heard you were a good few nods.
And then.
"What's in the basket?"
"Oh," you said chipperly, "Don't worry about cooking. I brought dinner."
***
Turns out "tonight" wasn't a viable option for skipping town, as with loud, almost deafening sirens of dread filled the sky came the air-raid strike.
"Wouldn't it give us a good cover, though?" Rosie had asked, preparing for bed.
You had resigned yourself to staying over, as a sort of bodyguard, while still in town. And the threat was still very much weighing in the winds.
You looked over your shoulder at her. Being spotted by her through the mirror of her vanity, where she sat. Removing her makeup and then applying some face cream.
"I'm not the only one by a window," you told her. Then moved to peer through the window, at the moving lights in the black, midnight sky. "I'm sure I heard Elsa and Jojo in the attic watching them."
"They are," she confirmed.
"See. We're not the only ones. Too many eyes. A good distraction," you admitted, "But almost impossible. And with two kids added to that? No chance."
A hum came from Rosie.
"So, what are our options?"
With a sigh, you began explaining, "People will be too jumpy tomorrow, so our best bet would be the day after."
The blonde, now ready for bed, came over to you. Moving to stand right in front of you, looking out the window herself.
"Wouldn't it be too risky, staying here that long?"
It seemed it was your turn to hum, shrugging your shoulders.
"I'd rather stay here a few more days than risk it out there. But there is a good side to these change of plans."
"And what's that?"
"Now, we can sneak stuff to the car. And won't risk being caught doing it all at night. That way, all we have to do is get in, then drive off."
"Good plan. Partner," Rosie spoke in a slight mocking about sultry tone. Which only made you roll your eyes good-naturedly.
"Yeah. Yeah. You're welcome."
"Seriously," you halted at Rosie's serious tone, raising your head to peer at her, "Thank you for everything."
"You don't have to thank me." Your lips ticked up in a small smile before you lightened the sober mood and atmosphere. "And you definitely won't be thanking me if I accidentally kick you in my sleep."
Rosie laughed at your words, watching as you said into bed beside her.
"Do not worry. If you kick me, I'll just kick you out of the bed."
"Now that's just rude."
Waking up the next morning was strange for you, to say the least.
With the bright sun shining through the thin drapes, across the cosy room, and onto the bed. Duvet lumpy above your forms.
And then there was Rosie.
The blonde pressed up against your side, head resting on your shoulder, arms curled around one of yours, still fast asleep.
Now that.
That was very unusual for you.
But then again. You were too sleepy to process anything at that moment. So instead, you just watched her breathe soothingly, looking so peaceful by your side, with your eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted in curiosity.
It was a wonder how someone could look so contest face asleep like Rosie was, with everything that is going on in the world.
The world wouldn't be that way for much longer, you thought, it was only a matter of time before everything was over.
And the same thing could be said for the blonde sleeping by your side.
The wooden door barged open, alerting you fully awake, as Jojo strutted in. Only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of you. In bed. With his mother.
You could see the slight anger in his eyes, purely out of protection for his beloved mother.
"Good morning, Jojo," Rosie said sleepily as she moved to sit up, looking at the boy with a sleepy smile.
You grunted as she pressed her palm into your abdomen to raise up into a seated position.
"What are they doing here?" he asked, nodding his head towards you.
Rosie looked over her shoulder at you, tired eyes evaluating you. Before she turned back to her son.
"There's something I forgot to tell you yesterday."
You watched the mother and child with slightly wide eyes, not uttering a word, just looking like you wanted to escape this situation.
"What did you forget?"
"The General here-" she patted your abdomen where her hand still resided. "-And I, are seeing each other."
It was a few good long moments as Jojo processed the words. You thought he was going to be angry. It would be natural. You would understand. He was a young boy, one who undoubtedly missed his father and would not be happy with his mother being with anyone else.
But you also had to understand that he idolised you, if only for your -albeit fake- position in the German military.
And yet, you were still surprised and confused by what he said next.
"A lion?"
Rosie smiled brightly, nodding her head, "A lion."
"A lion?"
That was the first thing you said that morning, and it was full of confusion.
But it fell on deaf ears.
Jojo nodded once at his mother before turning on his heel and walking from the room, without saying what he initially came in for.
"What?"
Rosie smiled at you.
"Come on, we should get moving."
The bed shook and bounced as she got up from the bed, preparing to get ready for the day.
"I'm so confused," you almost whimpered, only gaining a soft giggle in return.
***
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My Sweet Rose, Chapter 1
TITLE: My Sweet Rose CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are secretly a little but no one knows, one day you decide to check out a local BDSM club to try and get a feel of the community. You meet a handsome stranger that, over the next few months, shows you all about the lifestyle. However, one day… he vanishes without a word. 
RATING: M NOTES: Daddy/little dynamic & Flashbacks will be in Bold.
I’m not sure how long this story will be, I’m thinking no more than 5 chapters though. But I saw the imagine and omg I love it, had to do something with it. Haven’t written anymore of it yet but just HAD to share the first chapter so far, oops! lol. 
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Rosie had been working and living in the Avengers tower for a week now, it was going really well. And it was helping to keep her mind occupied, getting her back on her feet after such a rough year.
She was a PA for Stark, and the other Avengers if they needed anything too. It was helping her cousin, Pepper out a lot. As Stark was very demanding nowadays and the others were becoming that way too.
It was also good for Rosie. She’d had a really tough year. She met someone a few years ago in a BDSM club, it had been her first time there after spending months building up the courage to go. She was a little, and had been wanting to find someone that she could feel safe with to explore that side of her.
She met a man, who was charming and handsome. Kind, funny. They fell in love, or so she thought anyway. He was the perfect Daddy Dom for her, teaching her everything and looking after her. She adored and loved him so much. Which is why when one day he just vanished, it was all the harder for her.
He just never returned after saying he had to go home to visit his family, who lived in Iceland apparently. But he did that regularly and always returned to her. But not that time. To say she was heartbroken when there was not even a call or a text from him explaining why was an understatement.
His name was Loki. And it became clear what happened a few months later after his disappearance, she saw him on the news. Loki, the God Of Mischief, was trying to take over the world. She couldn’t believe it and thought she was dreaming when she realised it had was her Loki. He looked different in the heavy armour, he looked scary.
But she thought no wonder he left her, he was a God and a Prince after all. What would he have wanted with her in the first place anyway?
She had tried a couple of times to date someone else, but never made it past the first date. As they just… weren’t him. No matter how often she tried to just forget about him. It was difficult.
She’d fallen into a downward spiral, not even able to go to work. So she had lost her job and was on benefits for a while. She became really anxious and nervous.
But here, in the tower, she was trying to turn herself around again. It had been one man, even if he had been her first true love, in her heart anyway. She knew she would heal, in time. Even if it had been over a year.
Rosie had been so engrossed in sorting out some paperwork for Tony that she never noticed the newcomer coming into the kitchen. She barely even registered Thor introducing her to him. ‘This is Rosie, our PA, she’s new here.’
Not until she heard an all too familiar voice responding that sent shivers down her spine and sent her heart racing.
‘Rosie… My sweet Rose?’
There was only one person who had ever called her that.
Slowly she looked up, eyes widening, standing before her was Loki.
‘Oh my sweet Rose, you’ve done Daddy so proud.’ Loki purred gently as he cradled her in his lap.
She felt so safe and secure, curled up against him as he wrapped a blanket around her naked body. Knowing how cold she always got after they’d played together quite so intensely.
Loki rocked her back and fore softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her. She was trembling a bit after her orgasms, Loki had pushed her almost past her limit, but he knew. He always knew when to stop at the right time.
He was an intense Daddy, and could be really strict at times. But he was fair and ever so kind. He had his goofy moments and was extremely playful too, which she loved. He was never angry with her, always calm and collected. Even when she misbehaved, not that that happened often.
She clung to his shirt so tightly, never wanting to let go. Loki had to carefully remove her hand from his shirt just so he could change them into a different position, getting them both under the blanket so he could have her snuggled up next to him. He knew she would fall asleep soon.
‘Daddy.’ She whispered quietly, sounding so vulnerable.
‘Yes, my little one?’ Loki asked, engulfing her small hand in his large one.
‘Can you sing to me?’
Loki smiled. ‘Of course, my sweetling.’
He began singing to her in Asgardian, but he had told her before it was Icelandic. She had no reason not to believe him, especially since he told her he’d grown up there with his parents.
But he had a beautiful voice, she always loved to hear him sing.
She felt so loved as he she drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice. She faintly remembered a gentle kiss on her forehead just before she fell asleep.
Thor was confused at their interaction, especially as Rosie said nothing at first. Just stared at Loki in utter disbelief.
‘No…’ She shook her head and took a step backwards. ‘You… You don’t get to call me that anymore.’ She said quietly, her voice trembling as tears came to her eyes.
‘Rosie? What’s wrong, did he hurt you?’ Clint asked upon seeing the reaction.
Rosie grabbed the pile of paperwork off the table beside her and she ran off out of the kitchen, with tears falling down her face.
Clint turned to Loki. ‘You’ve got some explaining to do.’ He snapped at him.
‘I have nothing to explain to you, Hawk.’ Loki snarled.
Natasha and Pepper saw Rosie running out of the kitchen in floods of tears, they ran after her into her room. Natasha managed to grab the door before it closed on them.
‘Rosie? Rosie, what’s wrong?’ They both asked as they rushed in to her.
Rosie threw the papers on her bed and she started pacing back and fore, shaking and crying with her arms wrapped around herself. Pepper grabbed her and pulled her down to sit on the bed.
‘Rosie, please speak to us.’ She pleaded with her cousin as Natasha sat at the other side of her.
‘It… It’s him…’ She sobbed.
‘Who? Loki? Did he scare you? I told him not to be an asshole to anyone.’ Natasha said angrily.
‘He… He’s the one. Who I dated before.’ She blurted out, making Pepper and Natasha go silent in shock.
‘But… how?’ Pepper asked.
‘I met him one night in a club. And we dated for eleven months. I was in love with him, utterly and completely. I thought he was with me too. But then he just vanished and never came back one day. Then a few months later, I saw him on the TV… I didn’t tell anyone it was him, because I thought no one would believe me anyway. And what did it matter? It wouldn’t change anything.’ Rosie blurted out between crying.
‘Oh, Rosie. I wish you had told me.’ Pepper pulled her into a hug and cradled her head against her. ‘It’s ok, shhh, shhh. It’s going to be ok.’
Natasha rubbed her back softly. ‘If we had known, we would have warned you he was coming here. I’m so sorry.’
Rosie shook her head and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. ‘No… It’s my fault, I should have told you. I just… it’s a shock to see him face to face.’
Natasha and Pepper nodded in understanding.
They stayed with her for a little while, then when she told them she was ok and was going to take a shower before bed, they left her to it.
But it ended up being the longest shower ever. She kept thinking about Loki and what they had together before.
Kept thinking of when they first met…
Rosie was super nervous when she walked into the BDSM club. But after months of talking herself into it, she finally had the courage to do it.
She didn’t dare tell any of her friends what she was into or what she was doing, perhaps foolish in a way as no one knew where she was. And she was on her own. But she was too embarrassed to tell anyone. Her friends wouldn’t understand.
She relaxed a tiny bit once she was there, noticing other people on their own as well. Getting a few drinks down her helped with her nerves too.
Some of the people she spoke to briefly were really nice. She met a lovely couple at the bar who asked if it was her first time there. They told her if she needed anything to feel free to ask them, not to be shy. That everyone there was really nice and friendly.
There were various demos on that she watched, there was a lot more to some scenes than met the eye. It really made her realise how on sites such as Fetlife and others, it was easy to get sucked into the wanna-be-Dom’s who likely had no idea what they were doing. Or how much safety came into it all.
‘Excuse me, I don’t mean to bother you but I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a drink?’ A beautiful voice came from beside her when one of the demos on aftercare just finished.
Rosie turned and her breath was taken from her as she gazed up at an incredibly tall and handsome man.
‘I… I… Yeah, I would like that, thank you.’ Rosie stammered out, nodding over enthusiastically.
He grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth as he put his hand out towards her. ‘My name is Loki.’ He introduced.
‘I’m Rosie.’ She smiled up at him and put her hand into his. That’s when she noticed his gorgeous hands, so big and he had such long fingers. She blushed hard when he raised her hand up and he kissed the back of it, making her skin tingle like crazy.
‘Pleasure to meet you, Rosie.’ He said charmingly.
Loki gave her his arm and led her over to a free table near the bar. She was really nervous, and Loki could tell. But he soon had her at ease, just chatting away to her calmly and making her laugh almost straight away. She slowly began to relax in his presence.
‘Is this your first time here?’ He asked after buying them both another drink.
‘Is it that obvious?’ She cringed, making him chuckle.
‘Kind of. You did look a bit like a deer in the headlights. But that’s normal for first timers.’ Loki winked at her.
‘So, I’m guessing that means you’ve been here before?’
‘It does.’ He nodded. ‘Not often, it’s probably my fourth visit. Mainly just trying to meet new people, meet anyone that may potentially be interested in a Daddy Dom.’
Rosie’s eyes widened and she suddenly fell shy again as she looked down at her glass and swallowed hard. Loki raised an eyebrow, instantly realising that she was a little. He suspected she was a sub, but hadn’t been sure about the little aspect or not.
Loki leaned forward over the table towards her a little more. ‘Let me take a quick stab in the dark here… But I am presuming that you are a little?’
Her mouth opened and closed again. Then she just opted for nodding in response instead of trusting her voice to actually work.
Loki smiled softly. ‘Nothing to be shy about, sweetheart. That’s why lots of people come to these clubs, to meet their person.’
‘I… I guess so.’ She agreed.
They continued to talk for over an hour, not much about BDSM which Rosie found quite pleasant. He didn’t seem to want to jump straight in so quickly, which in turn made her trust him more and relax.
At the end of the night, Loki handed over a small card with his number on it. ‘There’s absolutely no pressure at all. But I’ve really enjoyed my night with you, Rosie. I would love to take you out on a date, perhaps out for lunch Saturday? But there’s no pressure, I don’t need an answer right now. Just text or call me to let me know. But if I don’t hear from you, that’s ok too. I totally understand.’
Rosie’s heart was racing. Could he get any more considerate? He wasn’t pressuring her at all, not asking for her number. Not even expecting her to contact him if she didn’t want to go on a date with him. Not even needing an answer straight away, what a gentleman.
Loki walked her outside the club and hailed a taxi for her, he even paid in advance for her, not taking no for an answer.
‘I just want to make sure I know you’ll get home safely. And I can’t help it, it’s the protective Daddy in me.’ He shrugged and chuckled, making her giggle shyly.
‘Thank you, Loki.’ She smiled widely at him as she got into the taxi and he closed the door for her once she was in.
He waved her off and she couldn’t stop smiling the whole way home.
Of course, she did text him the following morning to say she would love nothing more than to go on a date with him on Saturday. If that was still what he wanted, too.
Loki replied within a minute, with a time and a place for their first date.
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‘How DARE you!’ Pepper roared at Loki and launched for him, slapping him across the face. It barely made him flinch, but he clenched his jaw as he glared at her.
Everyone was surprised at Pepper’s outburst.
‘Woah, what did he do?’ Bruce asked.
‘HE is the one that broke my cousin’s heart. She was head over heels in love with you, asshole. Then you just disappeared on her, left her alone without even an explanation. No note, nothing.’ She snarled at him.
Loki narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Not that it’s any of your business, but I did what was right. To protect her. She was better off without me.’
‘You did NOT do what was right. You have no idea what you’ve put her through this past year, how heartbroken she was. Still is!’ Pepper screeched.
Loki faltered. ‘Still is? Did she not find another, she’s a beautiful, incredible woman. How could she not find ano’
‘You are such a fucking idiot!’ Pepper screeched angrily and so wanted to slap him again, but she knew it was pointless.
The guys around him all put their face into their hands.
‘What?’ Loki asked, looking around.
‘That’s a low blow, man. Not even leaving her a note.’ Said Tony.
‘I… I thought I was doing the right thing.’ Loki said, looking at Thor.
Thor nodded. ‘I did not realise that your Rose was this Rosie… But yes, Loki thought he was doing right by her. He was in love with her, adored her. Never shut up about her. But when he discovered his true heritage on a short visit home, he decided not to go back to her. In fear of hurting her.’ Thor explained.
Pepper ran her hands down her face.
‘Well, you failed on that. You probably hurt her more by not at least saying you were over. You have no idea what she’s been through this last year.’ Pepper shook her head in disgust at Loki.
The team all murmured between them and left the room, leaving Loki with Thor.
For the first time in a long time, Thor saw his real brother back. He saw true emotion on his face again, sorrow and guilt.
‘I… I did not mean to hurt her.’ Loki said, still a bit confused. ‘I loved her, Thor… I do love her. I never stopped thinking about her, never loved another.’ He whispered.
Thor sighed and walked over to him, patting his shoulder. ‘I know, brother. I know.’
Loki thought back to the first time she had called him Daddy. How much it made his heart happy that she trusted and wanted him so much…
Rosie and Loki were snuggling on the sofa together, watching some cartoons that she loved. Loki wasn’t overly fond of them, but it made her happy so he always obliged. He was just happy to have her on his lap, comfortable and relaxed in his arms. Where she belonged.
He was lightly stroking her back underneath her top, making her skin tingle. She was in utter heaven, and Loki couldn’t get enough of just simply touching her. He needed touch in some way, whether he was just holding her hand or had the tips of his fingers on her skin, he needed and craved the intimacy with her.
Loki’s fingers trailed a bit too far to her side and up a little, making her squirm and giggle.
‘Daddy, that tickles!’ She laughed and tried to grab his hand to stop him.
But he had already stopped, freezing at what she said. That was the first time she had called him that, even in little space.
The biggest smile spread across his face and he buried his face into her hair and squeezed her tightly to him.
‘Sorry, my sweet little one. I forgot how ticklish you are.’ He purred.
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fific7 · 3 years
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Dangerous and Divine - Part 20
Billy Russo x Reader
Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.
A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 Hopefully you’ve guessed by now that is my “Billy Russo Deserves Real Love AU” as I totally refuse to accept what happened in S2! The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.
Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.
*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.
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You’d just realised that - despite his little caveman episode earlier on - you didn’t ever want any man except Billy in your life.
Still gazing into his dark chocolate eyes, you heard yourself saying, “I think I’ll have that ring, please.”
You really wished you’d had your phone in your hand to take a photo of Billy’s face, because it was what they call ‘a picture’.
Never had you seen his mouth drop open so wide. He gaped at you for what felt like minutes, until he stuttered, “Th... the ring???” You nodded, “Yeah.”
He grabbed your hand and stood up, moving quickly out of the booth and dragging you along with him. Glancing at the waitress, who was looking very surprised, he said happily, “Sorry, miss. We’re gonna have to leave. Sorry ‘bout that.” She shrugged and turned away as Billy rushed to the door, you in tow.
Once outside you huffed, “Billy! Slow down! And what about lunch?!” “Nah, nah, nah. Lunch’s gonna have to wait!” “But I’m starving!” “Angel, I’ll get you lunch soon, I promise ya. Right now? I need to get you back to the apartment. Get that ring on your finger ‘fore you change your mind!”
He continued moving along the sidewalk at speed, gripping your hand tightly almost like he thought you’d try to get away. You were beginning to pant slightly as he was going at such a rate, his long legs eating up the sidewalk, and you laughed breathlessly, “Seriously, Billy, slow down!” He dropped back ever so slightly, “Nearly there, angel,” he grinned at you.
Eventually you arrived back at his apartment, Billy throwing open the door and then slamming it behind the two of you. Just as well he doesn’t have neighbours up here, you thought, otherwise they wouldn’t be very happy.
The next second, Billy’s mouth was on yours in a fiery kiss. He broke away, “Wait there, wait there!” He almost bounced over to the kitchen table and grabbed the ring box. Meanwhile, you were smiling at his goofy schoolboyish enthusiasm. Then he was back in front of you and dropping to one knee again, but this time looking happy as a clam. The ring box was held up towards you, open on this occasion, and its occupant sparkled at you as it caught the light.
A bit out of breath, he said your name in a serious tone before continuing, “....I’ve said all this to you before, but I’ll say it over and over again. As many times as you need me to say it. I want you in my life.... I’ll always want you in my life, angel. I love you so much it hurts, and I can’t be without you.” The dark eyes stared intently into yours, “Will you marry me? Please?”
This time you reached out and stroked the hand which was holding the ring box, “Yes, Billy.... I will.”
The smile which appeared on his face would’ve put the sun to shame. He leapt up, fumbling a bit as he took the ring out of the box, taking hold of your hand and sliding it onto your waiting finger. It fitted perfectly. How’d he manage that? you thought.
But when you met Billy’s eyes they were full of tears. You immediately reached up and stroked his face, “Billy.... you’re crying.” He sucked in a big breath and wiped a hand across his eyes, pulling you into his arms and just holding you close.
“Thank you,” he whispered next to your ear. “I really hope you don’t feel like I pressurised you into this, angel. It means so much to me that you said yes. But just ‘cause I wanted it so bad doesn’t mean I ignored what you said before. Hey, we can still get to know each other while you’re wearin’ that ring on your finger. I just wanted something that said to the world you’re mine.”
“Big sap,” you smiled against his chest. He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve already admitted I am,” before tipping your chin up with one long finger. His lips hovered over yours, “You’re my fiancée now.” You nodded, “Yes I am.” His mouth gently met yours and he kissed you... softly, slowly, with love.
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After a prolonged and passionate kissing session on Billy’s sofa, you two finally made it back out for lunch. Which mightily pleased you, as you were absolutely starving by now. Billy had your hand in his and he was happily swinging both your arm and his backwards and forwards as you two walked back to the same diner you’d been in earlier.
He’d asked if you wanted to go elsewhere, but you just couldn’t face going even a little bit further away - you were sure you’d faint from hunger if you did.
The same waitress looked round from where she was leaning on the counter as you and Billy went back in, and tracked you over to the same booth you’d occupied before. Whipping out her notepad and pen, she was once again drinking in Billy with her eyes and ignoring you so a bit pettily, you picked up the menu with a flourish so that the diamonds in your ring flashed as they caught the light.
Her eyes were drawn to it - as you’d expected them to be - and widened quite noticeably. Billy was smirking at you, as he knew exactly what you were doing. He repeated almost the same thing he’d said earlier, “And my fiancée will have.....”
You hid a grin and ordered steak and chips, and Billy smiled “I’ll have the same,” at the waitress, before switching his gaze back to you a millisecond later. She looked at you, her mouth set in an irritated line and turned on her heel without another word. “And two beers, please,” you called after her. “Okay,” she said over her shoulder. You grinned over at your fiancé - your stomach leapt as you thought of him as that for the first time - “Y’know, if she worked for me, I’d fire her.” Billy nodded, smirking, “I know you would, angel. And not just ‘cause she’s got the hots for your fiancé.”
You swiped the menu at his his head, and he ducked out of the way with a joyous chuckle. You could tell that Billy was almost incandescent with happiness, and you felt glad that you’d made him really smile again.
While waiting on your food, you had a ‘brilliant’ idea. With Billy watching on with an amused smirk on his face, you took a photo of your ring and sent it to Karen.
About 10 seconds later, your phone rang and you answered it to a long loud shriek of “Ohmygod-Ohmygod-Ohmygod!” “Hi Karen,” you replied, holding the phone away from your ear and smiling at Billy.
She took a breath before saying, “So you did it! What happened to slowing down and waiting a little bit, then?!” You laughed, putting the phone on speaker, “I came round to Billy’s way of thinking.” You heard a chuckle from her, then Frank’s voice in the background, “Whass goin’ on?” Karen filled him in on the new development, he yelled something unintelligible and then suggested you all meet up for a celebratory drink. “Did you hear that?” asked Karen, “Wanna meet up for a drink?”
You looked over at Billy with a raised eyebrow, he nodded, so you said to Karen you’d meet the two of them at a bar halfway between the two neighbourhoods.
After consuming your late lunch faster than the speed of light, you and Billy headed out from the diner (you couldn’t resist giving the waitress the brightest smile as she frowned over at you while Billy paid) and walked to the bar to meet your two friends. Just as you approached it, a body slammed into you and two arms got you in a bear hug. Initially freezing in shock, you relaxed as you heard Karen squealing into your ear.
You managed to extricate yourself and as you did so, she grabbed your left hand, pulling it up to her face and squealing again, “Oh...! oh my god, it looks so good on you!” Grinning, you replied, “Why thank you,” as you made your way into the bar. Heading to an empty table, Frank went to the bar and ordered a bottle of champagne, returning to the table with it in an ice bucket. “Didn’t really see Frank as a champagne kinda guy,” you whispered to Karen. She and Billy grinned as Frank said. “I heard that!” and you looked at him apologetically, “C’mon, Frank, when was the last time you drank champagne?” He smiled, but a bit sadly, “At my wedding.”
Oh no, you thought, feeling instantly guilty. However Frank laughed now, “But if this isn’t a good time to take my second hit of champagne, I don’t know what is!” He glanced fondly over at Billy, who seemed to have a permanent smile on his face, then back at you, shaking his head and smiling, “You two.... I can’t keep up with you!”
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After several pleasant hours of drinking, chatting and laughing, you’d all eventually left the bar and gone your separate ways. Billy was now mildly tipsy, and insisted on walking down the street with both arms wrapped right around you. Which was fine until you met people coming in the other direction, meaning you had to dodge round them in an awkward dance, pulling Billy this way and that while he just clung onto you like an extra-large koala bear.
Back at his place, you were amused to see Billy’s eyes beginning to close drowsily, so despite all the filthy promises he’d been whispering into your ear the entire walk back, you two ended up just falling into bed and going to sleep.
You weren’t sure how many hours later, but you started to surface from your deep sleep as you suddenly became aware of hands on your breasts and something hard between your legs. Your eyes slowly opened to see Billy’s big dark eyes looking down into yours and then his hand found its way to your ring finger, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. Billy had somehow managed to part your legs and manoeuvre himself between them while you were sleeping on your side. Realising that Billy was already inside you and beginning to thrust, you whispered, “Billy, you cheeky big devil!!! I’m not awake yet,” but you only heard a low laugh from him as he carried on making love to you.
He was nuzzling into your neck, kissing and licking so you decided to take what was yours and grabbed two handfuls of his hair, pulling on it. He laughed out loud, “I guess you get to do that whenever you like now,” and thrust extra deep, making you gasp. “Definitely,” you managed to say as he rolled you over onto your back and pulled your knees up. His lips moved to your breasts, and your head went back onto the pillows as his tongue did its best work.
Suddenly he hit your sweet spot, and you hauled on his hair like you were trying to rein in a runaway horse, hearing an answering “Ow!” from him. You were just smirking to yourself when your climax hit you, and your mind went blank as you became completely immersed in it. Billy kept up his fast pace until you felt him shudder and release into you, his mouth biting down on your shoulder.
He moved onto his back, but somehow managing to stay inside you for the moment even as he softened. “Sweetheart.... you know I’m happy that you like my hair, but I truly don’t wanna be bald!” he laughed as he tried to get his breath back.
“I’ll buy you a wig!” you replied, “...sorry, Billy... not gonna stop pulling your hair, you know I’m not.”
Billy smiled lazily over at you, eyes staring into yours as he pulled slowly out of you, saying happily, “Yeah, angel, don’t worry... I know you’re not!”
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After breakfast, which involved a certain amount of kissing as well as the food items, you said to Billy that you needed to go shopping. You were just finishing a catch-up text with Jake, and noticed Billy reaching for his jacket. “No!” you blurted out, and he looked over at you in confusion and with a slightly hurt look on his face.
Billy seemed to need to be physically attached to you right now; he couldn’t stop stroking, touching, hugging, kissing you (with some licking thrown in there for good measure), so he looked really disappointed that you were insisting on going on your own. “I’ve just got a couple of extremely boring things to pick up, poppet and I don’t want to inflict that on you,” you soothed, going over to him for yet another long kiss.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he grumbled, “...how long you gonna be?” You stroked his face, “Not long, I promise.” A slightly happier look on his face, he sprawled out on the sofa and switched on the TV, so you sang out, “Bye!” and made your escape, a satisfied little smirk on your face.
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Twenty minutes later, you were in Harry Winston’s Fifth Avenue store. The sales assistant was looking at you as if you’d been let out of a psychiatric unit for the day. You’d just handed her a ring made of out of a sliver of Post-It note, rolled up and sellotaped together. She took it from you, holding it between two fingers as if it might bite her.
You sighed, and decided to explain the situation to her as otherwise you didn’t think she’d take you seriously. “Look, my fiancé got me this ring....” extending your rock-laden finger towards her, “... but it was a complete surprise.” She now gave you a warm smile, recognising one of their very expensive engagement rings.
“And I want to get him a ring,” you carried on, “...and I want it to be a surprise for him too. Had to pretend I was just idly wrapping scrap paper round his fingers while I was watching something on Netflix.” It did look like something a kindergarten kid might’ve made, but you were quite proud of your improvised way of finding out Billy’s ring size.
Now she was really getting into it, leading you to a display case of big chunky men’s rings. “I’ve got something in mind, but I’m not sure you’ll have it in stock yet.” She gave you a quizzical look, and you described a ring you’d noticed recently in a fashion magazine; a fairly thin matt black titanium band, with two ultra-thin strips of platinum running round each edge. You knew that one of those chunky ones just wouldn’t look right at all on Billy’s long, slim finger.
She gave you a huge smile, “We’ve just launched some new collections, and that’s one of them! - our Midnight range. Please wait here, madam, and I’ll be right back.”
Soon you were on your way back uptown to Lenox Hill, and this time you were the one with a ring box hidden away out of sight.
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As you let yourself into the apartment and hung up your jacket by the door, you noticed that Billy had dozed off on the sofa. You loved watching Billy sleep, so perched on the edge next to him and stroked back a couple of strands of hair which had strayed onto his forehead.
He awoke at your touch, smiling sleepily up at you, “Angel, you’re back...”
You took hold of his left hand, and scrabbled around in your bag for the ring box. “Billy.... you remember you said you wanted something to show the world I belonged to you?” He gazed back at you warily, as if he thought you might’ve changed your mind while you were out. “Uh... yeah?”
“Well, snap!” you said, finally finding the box, opening it and then sliding the black band onto his ring finger.
Billy’s eyes widened, and mouth opened in surprise. “Wow!” he said, sitting up and looking at it closely, “I love it!” You breathed a sigh of relief: some guys didn’t even like wearing their wedding bands, never mind an engagement ring. “So you’ll wear it?” you asked. He nodded, “Uhuh, course I will, angel!”
He turned his hand this way and that, and you admired how good the slim band looked on his finger.
His dark eyes met yours, and he gave a low chuckle, “Ha, see...? Now you’ve got me on that leash, sweetheart!”
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Slow Down
Request(s):  Ooooooo could you do a Luke x reader fic based on the song Slow Down by Why Don’t We?
+  Anonymous said:Luke x reader? He’s on tour halfway across the world but all he can think about is spending time with his girlfriend?
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a/n: hey! i know that this doesn’t fully cover the second request so if you want something completely based off of that, just request again! Thanks for requesting anyway and I hope you enjoy! Also did you guys see Madi’s lives today??? The cake decorating??? THE COVER?? MY EARS ARE B L E S S E D  update: not me forgetting to add tags
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Oh, I've been lying to myself and I might know why I miss the way you looked at me before you left New York (hey) I've been tryin' to find help, 'cause I can't deny The way that I feel when I'm with you Oh, I'd do anything to save ya
He could hear the fans screaming in excitement, the overall chatter of them but he couldn’t enjoy it at the moment. How excited they were to see the band. He was filled with nerves, and even though he was born to perform as many would say, he still couldn’t help feeling nervous.
It was no surprise that Julie and the Phantoms had gotten big, their music was amazing. After they played at the Orpheum, they got a lot of recognition and only ten months later they were whisked up on a tour, a new album out only a month ago gone viral. Everyone loved them, and they were finally living their dream.
Luke loved performing, it was second nature to him, but being on tour was very different from playing in the garage with the band like he was used to. So whilst he basked in the glory of the fans, there were still nerves and that’s what he felt right now.
Checking his phone, his foot tapped against the floor at a rapid pace, his guitar sitting to his right. Normally, playing his guitar would comfort him, but it wouldn’t right now, that’s why he needed you.
And thankfully, his worries that you weren’t going to answer as he heard your calming voice through his phone, “Hello?”
“Babe,” Luke replied, breathing out a sigh of relief when he let the nerves out of his body.
“Luke? Aren’t you supposed to be on stage right now?” You started, and he could hear the worry in your voice, “Is everything alright.”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just nervous, that’s all. We’re just about to go on,” Luke informed you, eyes staying on the ground as he simply focused on you and not any of the fuss around him. Backstage concerts were always crazy like this, especially just before they started. No doubt someone would be through in a second to pester him about getting ready to go on stage.
“Luke, babe,” You said, your voice calming as you spoke to your boyfriend. You knew he was going to absolutely kiss it out there, he did every single time he performed, “You’re going to be amazing, okay? I’ve never met anyone as talented as you and the rest of the band. I’ll be cheering you on all the way from California.”
That brought a smile onto Luke’s face, making him bend down his face so he was facing the ground. He didn’t like everyone to know just how in love he was with you, and the beaming smile on his face would be a clear indication. It wasn’t like he was very good at hiding it anyway, he constantly talked about you, somehow managing to praise you like you were a god even if you did a simple task. He was completely and utterly in love with you, no one could deny that.
“Thanks, babe, I miss you so much. I will find time to see you at some point,”
“You better, I miss you too. Plus, who else am I supposed to jam with in the car when you aren't here?” You joked, laughing lightly with Luke.
Luke casts his hazel eyes up to the figure in front of him after catching on to the very professional shoes that stood just in front of him, catching eyes onto his manager, “Listen I gotta go, but I’ll call you tonight, okay? I love you.”
“Love you too, my rockstar,” You said teasingly, knowing that it always made Luke flustered when you called him that. It wasn’t long before you guys had finished saying goodbye and his phone was turned off and put away, guitar in hand as he was ushered on stage.
Yet, just before he got on stage, he stopped, whispering, “This is for you, y/n/n. I love you.”
And with that, he ran out, and the fans erupted into screams and cheers.
I think we need a little California 'cation We took a shot at this, but maybe we're too wasted It's hard to swallow, but I know we gotta chase it, oh
Slow down, I think that we just need to slow down, slow down  Turn around, things were so simple way before now, 'fore now
Turns out, that even if Luke did want to meet up, that the tour was far too demanding for that. It was two months since the time you called, and you guys still haven’t had the chance to meet up. Hell, you guys barely had time to facetime. Luke was on constant vocal rest, and the times he normally was available, you were in class.
It was safe to say, the distance, and the different time zones were definitely getting to you. Some people were too, saying how people go off on tours and lose feelings if their girl stays back home, they often find flings and extra stuff like that. You knew Luke wasn’t like that, and both Carrie and Flynn have cussed the girls out for putting that in your head when it was obviously not true, but you couldn’t help but think about it sometimes.
Luke barely picked up your calls anymore, and you knew that what he was doing was very time demanding, but you thought that at least he would make a bit of time for you. You guys did text of course, but you often wouldn’t get around to replying to each other until hours after so it wasn’t a stable conversation. You thought about flying out for a weekend, or taking a few days out of school and flying somewhere to meet him, but your college student finances were not stable enough for that and you didn’t want anyone’s help, not even Carrie’s when she offered.
After being deprived of your boyfriend for so long, you often found yourself wallowing alone in your college dorm, but that wasn’t where you were right now. Flynn and Carrie had somehow managed to drag you outside to a party, a red solo cup in your hand and a fancy top on with some nice jeans. You contemplated drinking but found yourself denying any alcohol that went your way, getting drunk probably wasn’t the most responsible way to go.
Yet, as you saw the couples, some sweet ones holding hands or hugging, and some a little more...heated, you couldn’t help but drown in the thoughts of him. This was supposed to be a distraction from your wallowing, but you felt even more miserable here than you did back in your dorm room. You wouldn’t be for long though, not when you found out who was here.
See ya, I wanna see ya, ah  I wish you weren't so far so I could see ya, ah  'Cita, mamacita  We were comfortable, we didn't understand but now we know
Two weeks before the party, Flynn found herself on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram before her phone went. She quickly answered, seeing Julie’s face pop up on the small screen with a smile. They talked for a while, just catching up and Julie shared some concert and fan stories before she asked, So how is everyone? Carrie? y/n?”
“Carrie’s doing good, Dirty Candy is slowly getting some recognition for themselves, I see a tour in their future,” Flynn said with a smile, trying to distract Julie from the subject of y/n. She knew that most likely, the boys would be close by, and she did not want to tell them how miserable she was without them. That would only damper their moods.
“That’s so cool! I’m really glad, they deserve it. How’s y/n?” Julie asked, a smile on her face but as she looked at the hesitation on her best friend’s face, she knew something was wrong, “Flynn, is y/n okay?”
However, Flynn quickly found out that her silence was not helping her in any way, and when Julie asked about y/n again, Luke who playing about with his guitar in the corner of the room caught onto her concern. He stood up, alarm flooding his features as he walked over, taking the phone from Julie.
When his face showed up on the video call, Flynn could see his concern and worry and it made her eyes go wide. She knew there was no getting out of this, “What’s up with y/n?”
“Nothing, she’s fine,” Flynn tried her best to dismiss, laughing awkwardly but when she looked back to the camera she could tell that Luke was not buying it.
“Flynn.”
“Really! She’s-”
“Flynn! You do realize this is my girlfriend?” Luke said, raising his voice slightly to get the girl to stop rambling, which she did. Luke was only growing more concerned for his girlfriend and annoyed at the girl for trying to keep something about his girlfriend away from him, “I wanna know what’s going on with her.”
“She’s just,” Flynn hesitates, trying to think of a way to make this easier on Luke without lying to him but she realizes that she needs to be straightforward with the guy. Sighing, she starts, “y/n misses you to the point that she holes herself up in her dorm, and only comes out for food and classes. Hell, she hardly gets out of her pajamas anymore, Luke. She’s taking this a lot harder than she’s telling you.”
Luke went quiet, a frown forming on his face when he realized what his girlfriend was doing. He knew that she couldn’t keep going on like that; he still had another two months left of the tour and she would have wasted months of her life locked in her dorm. He casts a glance towards Julie, before looking back at Flynn, “I’ll sort this out. I’ll send you the details once I work them out but clearly, something needs to change.”
And with that, Flynn hung up and Julie and Luke started to plot a plan...
I think we need a little California 'cation We took a shot at this, but maybe we're too wasted It's hard to swallow, but I know we gotta chase it, oh
Slow down, I think that we just need to slow down, slow down  Turn around, things were so simple way before now, 'fore now Slow down, I think that we just need to slow down, slow down (need to slow down, slow down, whoa) Turn around, things were so simple way before now, 'fore now (things were so simple way before now)
“Y/n!” Carrie calls out, grabbing your attention from the red solo cup in your hand. You look up at her, giving her a small weak smile.
“Hey, Carrie,”
“You enjoying the party?” She asks, hands on her hips as she looks around the room with a smile on her face. She had a fitting golden dress on, much fancier than what you were wearing but you didn’t care.
You tried to wrack your brain for what to say, and how not to offend Carrie about her party. Her party wasn’t bad, you just...didn’t want to be there, “Uhh, it’s alright, yeah.”
“Well it’s about to get a lot better,” Carrie says, a wide smile coming on her face as she looked behind you, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
Then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You whirled around and saw him take a few steps away, a wide smile on his face. You stood there, shocked, this couldn’t be real, he was on tour. He wasn’t here, he couldn’t be.
But then, you sprinted, jumping into his arms, head leaning against his shoulder with your legs around his waist. He held you close to him, savoring the moments of you just being in his arms; something he had not got to experience in months.
Everyone at the party watched on but didn’t say anything, fond smiles on their faces for the reunited young couple. For you and Luke, however, it seemed as if you two were the only ones in the room, because no one else mattered at that moment.
You pulled your head up from his shoulder, eyes meeting his as the wide smiles that were on your faces only growing wider, never fainter. When you next spoke your voice was quiet, almost as if you believed if you spoke too loudly he would go away, you would realize this was just a dream, “Luke, you- you’re here.”
“I am y/n/n,” He whispered back, nodding his head as he leaned in and softly kissed your hips, your hands going to each side of his face, playing with the soft messy hair that he had. With eyes shut, you stayed in each other’s embrace, simply enjoying the moment, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Don’t leave me for so long ever again, I can’t live my life without you.”
Let's just say, you two were never parted for too long after that.
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