#he makes me so flippin nervous

[endless-ineffabilities]

tongue in cheek - four

Tom Bennett x f!reader

masterlist ▪︎ part one - part two - part three

The reader and Tom continue to dance around other, flirting and sharing stolen moments. But where is it all headed?

You don't get to finish the words.

The door opens, and Lois barges into the room. Balancing two saucers of tea in her hands.

"Oh!" She exclaims, sheepishly, noting how close her brother is to you. "Sorry, I just - "

"Aw, Lois, come on." Tom nearly whines at his sister.

"Sorry," she says firmly, not having any of Tom's attitude. "I just thought that y/n might want some tea as well. You can get your own." She hands one saucer to you with a knowing smile.

You sit down on your bed, and take a nervous sip, scanning the wallpaper patterns to distract yourself. Tom is still watching you, his eyes intently looking at your lips.

"So... what were you gettin' up to?" Lois' eyes twinkle with mischief. Obviously she's deduced what was about to happen.

Oh nothing, it's just that your brother was going to kiss me. You raise your head, and meet his eyes. He simply smirks at you, and you can't help but feel warm inside. And it's not because of the flippin' tea.

"Y'know," Tom shrugs, then gestures to you. "Just getting acquainted with this beauty here."

You narrow your eyes at him. Try me.

"Riiight," Lois eyebrows rise as high as they possibly go. "Well, I guess I could - "

"I'll head downstairs for a moment. See what Douglas is up to." You stand abruptly, your teacup rattling as a result.

Tom calls your name, telling you to "Hold on, doll."

God, I can't bear to look at him right now, otherwise I just might snog him in front of Lois.

"I need some air," you glance at him briefly, before slinkering out of the bedroom door, and out of Tom's bloody reach.

You take a deep breath, and try to compose yourself while at the top of the staircase.

Tom's and Lois' hushed voices could be heard from the room, and you catch hints of what could be - "Bad timing" - "Don't be a fool!" - "... my friend" - and of course a lovely contribution from Tom - "Bloody cockblock."

Douglas spots you after you descend the staircase. He kindly asks, "You alright? You look flushed. Tom wasn't being rude or anything, was he?"

Rude? Maybe he's rude for not kissing me fast enough.

"Oh, not at all," you smile sweetly, joining him at the table.

"That's good. I know he can be..." Douglas trails off, and you shrug in understanding. Tom can be a lot of things, alright. Is he a good snog though? I almost found out.

"Well, I was just makin' dinner," Douglas points to the steaming pot on the stove. "Should be ready in a few minutes."

Heavy booted footsteps come pounding down the stairs, and Tom materializes in the kitchen. He stands beside your chair, hand resting on the back.

"Alright?"He throws out a nonchalant greeting. Douglas merely hums in response. When Tom notices that you barely acknowledged his presence, he leans in close to your ear, "Alright, doll?"

He's so close that if you turn your head to the side, your noses might bump into each other. You give him a sideways glance, before dryly saying, "Oh, I'm just dandy, sweetheart."

He's making your heart race, and he knows it. Enjoys it even.

This prick. This... handsome prick.

Tom, due to his godforsaken lack of shame, quickly presses his lips to your cheek. The resulting kiss is fleeting, and lasts for but a millisecond. But you still feel him, even when he leans away, the lips that just grazed your cheekbone stretched wide in his enduring cheeky smile.

He jumps back on his heel, as if nothing out of the ordinary has just occurred.

"Quit pesterin' her, son," Douglas scolds, then gives you a look of sympathy. You wonder if he caught that little kiss Tom gave you, but you know it wouldn't matter to Tom either way.

"Need a beer," Tom simply says, as he walks over to the fridge. His prize in hand, he brings it to his lips and expertly uncaps it with his teeth. You can't help but watch him with intent, wondering why he even thought to kiss you in that moment.

"Call when dinner's done," Tom heads back to the staircase, and you twist in your chair, and mouth what the fuck at him.

He gets the message, but true to form, opts to answer you with a bloody wink. His expression remains smug even when he reaches his bedroom.

Tom - 1, You - 0

For now.

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For the next week, the tension is heightened, each and every moment you're around Tom.

In the room you both share with Lois, he always makes sure to give you lingering looks when she's not looking. Or purposefully initiating skin-to-skin contact whenever he brushes past you.

A gentle hand on your shoulder. On your back. Once he even claims to spot an eyelash on your cheek, so his brilliant solution is to grip your face with both hands and gently blow on the supposed spot.

For a long moment he just stays in place, even with the rogue eyelash gone. You feel his strong, callused fingers moving against your skin. His bright blue eyes land on your lips, then back to your wide-eyed stare.

"Like a pretty little deer in headlights," he hums.

Well, he isn't wrong. If only Lois... wait, Lois!

That realization renders you alert, and out of your Tom-induced haze. You quickly step back from him, and with a nervous laugh, and a glance at Lois who sits by the boudoir, you make sure to raise your voice to say, "Gee, well, uh, thanks for that, Tom."

Tom merely gives you a nod. You notice his usual smirk is not in place, and his brows are furrowed as he examines his shoes.

"I've got to go," Tom mumbles near incoherently. He seems careful not to touch you as he walks past, giving you as wide of a berth as he can.

The bedroom door shuts behind him, and you slump down on your bed. It's just never the right moment, is it?

"You fancy my brother," Lois nonchalantly declares, as she skims her book.

"What?" You swivel around to look at her, appearing shocked at her observation. "I... I don't - "

"Come on," Lois throws you a meaningful look, and you know for certain that you can't deny the truth to her. "We both know that if I weren't sharin' the room with you two, then you'd have bloody bonked each other already!" She laughs towards the end, and you can't help but mirror the gesture.

"Okay, well," you sit up cross-legged on the bed, as if preparing to have a discussion. "What do you really make of all this?"

"I think," Lois leans in, like you're schoolyard friends sharing a secret, "that you've caused my brother to go insane."

"Lois! Be serious," you groaned.

"I am serious!" she insists. "He's never been like this. Around anyone. And I've seen him with plenty of dames before."

"He likes me," you repeat, your tone unsure. "This isn't all just some cat and mouse game?"

"Mhmm," Lois happily asserts.

Tom - 1, You - 1

But where did that damn rascal go?

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Much later, in the wee hours of the night, Tom wonders what you would think of him in the present moment.

Whether you would care that Suzy Collings from down the road is perched on his lap as they're necking on the couch in the concealed back end of the pub. If you would simply glare at the sight and walk off, or if you would grab Suzy by the collar and drag her away.

Tom thinks of how your lips would feel, as Suzy nips at his neck. He imagines how soft your hips would be, as Suzy grabs his hands and presses them to hers. His mind is occupied with the image of your face and how he adores every feature of it, as Suzy smiles at him with rouge-stained lips.

He thinks of you, when he shouldn't be. It's you every time.

Why does this all feel wrong? Tom realizes that he does not feel the slightest bit aroused even with Suzy clad in only her brassiere on top of him. The sight of your bloody knees when your skirt rides up an inch would do a much better job. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Tom thought he just has a mere infatuation with you, and he has those all the time, doesn't he? And isn't like most dames are shy about their affections towards him either.

He thought he could just go on with usual antics, and shake off this weird feeling - one that he can't quite point his finger on.

But he keeps thinking about you... you... and the two of you are not even together.

I haven't even bloody kissed her yet!

And yet... It's as if I'm already hers.

"Sorry, doll," Tom turns his cheek, avoiding another kiss. "I'm just not in the mood right now."

"Are you kidding me? When are you not in the mood, sugar?" Suzy responds, in a honeyed voice, tracing patterns on Tom's face.

"Now," Tom lifts her from his lap, and props her to the side. He then makes a flippant comment, saying, "You should get dressed. Might catch a cold and all."

"Prick," Suzy calls out as he walks away with no further explanation.

Tom leaves the pub with no clear destination intended, but he only has one thought running through his head.

You.

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In celebration of Tom Bennett's brief return in World on Fire S2!!! A regrettable 3 minutes of screentime, but even that is a damn miracle knowing how rare it is to be granted a look at our Iceberg 💙

series taglist: @greenowlfactif @schniiipsel @tssf-imagines @aemond-secondson @ahdushenka @bat-revival @mefools @mischiefmanaged71 @svtansdaddyx @chainsawangel @tinykryptonitewerewolf @yentroucnagol @nightdiamond8663 @bookwyrmsblog @rwdkarla @saminalloxo

#world on fire #tom bennett x reader #tom bennett imagine #tom bennett #ewan mitchell #tom bennett fanfiction #tom bennett world on fire #world on fire bbc #ewan mitchell imagine #ewan mitchell x reader

[sydflow]

Flippin' Demon Dog

Momo x gn!reader

-pure fluff

Word count: 1.2k

Synopsis: The demon dog isn't so demonic? Huh?

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Boo loved to cause trouble; that little furball really was a devil sent straight from hell. His poor brother, Dobby, would end up all rough housed by the end of the day.

But even then, Momo loved the dog as if he were her own child. It was hard for her to take him on walks; he would find ways to tangle her up and then escape. Like that one time at the park, he ran around her as she stumbled over his leash before falling, her grip loosening. Boo took that moment and ran straight into the nearby pond to attack the ducks. Fortunately, no feathers were damaged that day, but Momo did suffer a pretty nasty bruise on her hip.

Every time she brought Boo to the dorms, he would make a scene. He would destroy the pillows, chew on shoes (Jihyo almost cried when she discovered that her favorite sneakers had been transformed into a new pair of slides), and bark at everything and anything. The dishwasher, the fridge, out the window—he would run and drop things along the way. He would torture the unfortunate members until they managed to lure him into Momo's room and lock him in for the remainder of the night.

Even though you had been visiting the dorms for a month, and had been dating Momo for five, you had never seen her dogs. But you were fond of the way she talked about them and how much love she expressed whenever she would gush and show you pictures of them. Although you were able to see Dobby clearly, most of Boo’s pictures were just a brown, furry blur.

You never had a pet dog, so you were always cautious around them, unlike others who would grab a dog by the cheeks and squeeze them when passing by. You preferred using a softer technique, such as a gentle pat on the head or perhaps just a simple wave to the dog's owner. But hearing Momo talk about her dogs got you really excited to meet them, even if you were nervous of Boo’s energy. And on a random Thursday, Momo decided to invite you over. Saying that she’s bored and the members are planning a movie night and that she very dearly misses you.

So off you went to meet the girl of your dreams. Momo had completely forgotten she had brought Boo and Dobby with her, and the only thing on her mind was you. She skids towards the door when she hears the doorbell ring and giddily opens the door. "Hey baby!" 

She engulfs you in a bear hug as you wrap your arms around her, snuggling into her warmth. She helps you take off your coat and notices you're still wearing your work clothes.

"Go to my room and take out a pair of pjs; the girls are getting everything ready. White dresser, second drawer from the bottom. Meet me in the living room, lovey" You slighty blush at the nickname and Momo pinches your cheeks before letting you go. You walk past the living room, waving and greeting the girls, before making your way to Momo’s room.

As soon as you enter Momo’s room you begin to rummage through her pajamas before finding a fluffy pair and putting them on. Midway into your pants, you hear a soft yip behind you. The sudden sound startled you as you quickly turned around to see where the sound came from.

And that’s the moment you make eye contact with Momo’s dog. You can tell by the fur color that Boo is the one awake. Dobby peacefully sleeps next to where Boo has just woken up. Momo’s words echo in the back of your mind:

Boo’s always hyper, but he’s the most hyper when he wakes up.

Shit. You begin to feel nervous and uneasy as he takes small, extremely condescending steps in your direction.

"H-hey little guy" You stammer out. Slowly, you reach down to softly pet his head, and he comes closer to smell your hand before rubbing against it. You were confused by what Momo meant when she said he was so hyper. Boo is absolutely adorable. You giggle when he licks your hand, and you begin to become less cautious when patting his head. You start to rub behind his ears as he leans closer to you. And you totally forget about going back out to start movie night and instead choose to spend some time doting over this lovable dog. 

Momo, however, noticed how long you were gone. 

"Gosh, I’m so tired," Jeongyeon groans, falling onto the couch, "Momo’s fucking demon dog ate my lunch, and I had to make another one, twice!" she scoffs.

Then it hits her, "I sent y/n to my room." All the girls stare at her, wide-eyed.

"You just sent your partner to their death," Dahyun mumbles.

"I was just starting to like them too," Tzuyu grumbles, sitting on the couch, crossing her arms.

Momo rolls her eyes at them before making her way into her room.

She dreads the thought of hearing growls from her room. But the deafening silence that appears seems to worry her even more. God damn it, she’s too late. She'll have to find a place to bury the body.

Quickly, she pushes the door open and witnesses a sight that she’d never thought she would see. Boo was letting you pet him, like you were actually caressing him. He nuzzled into your lap as you smoothed his fur.

"Y/n," she whispers. Both you and Boo look up at her, and she finds the sight so adorable.

"Hi Momo, you didn’t tell me you brought your dogs with you." You stand up with Boo in your arms. "He’s so cute." Boo softly yips once again as you begin to dot on him. "Oh yes, you are such a cute little puppy, so gentle and soft." He licks your finger when you poke him on the nose.

"Ah haha" Momo’s confused and worried laugh breaks your attention: "The girls are ready for movie night, so I suggest leaving the calm and charming," She grits the words through her teeth, "Boo here, so he-"

"Aww Momo, please," you whine, "can we watch the movie with him? I promise he won’t be bothersome, right boo?" You turn to the dog.

Did he just fucking nod? Momo thought her right eye twitched a bit. He’s trying to steal my lover; what a mutt. Her fists slightly clench. "Yes, of course, anything you want, love." She feigns her preppy attitude while you follow her to the living room. Boo still in your arms his head on his shoulder as he looks back at Momo. He pushes his tongue out, which causes Momo to glare at him and do the same.

"Holy shit," Jeongyeon says, once you walk in, everyone’s eyes zero down onto the dog in your arms. 

"They tamed the beast," Sana mutters, and they all watch as you set Boo on the floor before taking a seat on the couch. They all watch as your arms make their way to lift him up, and they all wince at what’s to come. But there’s not a single growl, bark, or bite, just a content grumble as you begin to pet him.

“So what are we watching?” 

#twice imagine #twice x reader #twice imagines #momo x reader #momo imagine #momo

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi! I would like a romantic matchup with Jojo part 7 please! (I love sbr so much, it's my favorite part), but if you think I fit better with another character that isn't from this part, that's okay!

I'm female, my pronouns are she/her and I'm heterosexual.

I really don't like Valentine so... Ew💀

I am shy, smart, a little jealousy, quiet and introverted, but when I feel confortable I become a more talkative person who likes to make jokes.

I like listening to music, watching anime, dancing, reading books, playing with my dogs, and walking around the city.I don't like noisy places, I prefer to stay in my room with Cookie (my dog) watching some series.

I definitely don't like introducing myself to new people lmao. I think my type of guy is the one who is quieter, who would respect me and always support me in all my plans

Musical taste: I like a little bit of everything, but I like listening to pop, like Harry Styles, Rihanna and etc. But I like listening to classical music when I need to relax.

My love language is physical touch, I really like to hug the one I love despite being ashamed.

I would like to mini fic, first date and wedding if you don't mind!

Thank you if you read! Please take care of your health and drink lots of water! (This even serves as a reminder to myself lol)

Hi anon!! I LITERALLY HAVE THE PERFECT MAN FOR YOU OKAY??!?! I literally cannot wait any longer, so let's jump right in!

the character I chose for you is...

JOHNNY JOESTAR!!!

you and him are so similar it's adorable

like when you both meet each other you're both really shy, but he definitely initiates the conversation and then you both get along really flippin well

he thinks you're really funny

its cute when he laughs at your jokes. like his giggles give you butterflies immediately

HE LOVES YOUR DOGS and your dogs love him it's literally so cute

they freak out whenever he comes over

he'll walk with you as best he can (unless we're thinking of the end of SBR when he is able to walk again)

he loves walks nonetheless because he will never take fresh air and a chance to exercise for granted

he will definitely cuddle up and watch TV with you and your dog it's really flippin wholesome

gyro definitely introduced you two to each other lmao

you liked johnny right off the bat because he was shy, but also super sweet and respectful of you

will 150% listen to music with you and chill

HE LOVES HUGS

needs them really

i mean come on, look how sad bubba is all the time, give him a big hug and tell him you love him and he'll love you forever

loves you with all of his heart and will support you always <3

and per your request, here are the add ons you asked for anon :)

FIRST DATE + MINI FIC (i combined them <3)

"I'm just sayin' Johnny," Gyro picked something out of his gold teeth and turned to Johnny, who had his hands in his lap, looking a little nervous. "You should already have asked her on a date."

"It't harder than you think it is, Gyro." Johnny sighed, leaning back in his wheelchair.

"Maybe for the cute little shy boy named Johnny." Gyro grabbed both of his cheeks, making them squish together. "But I really do believe you, buddy. She's pretty and I know that can be intimidating, but hear me out! She likes you. I think she does. Just ask her."

"But-"

"Ah! No buts buddy!" Gyro grabbed Johnny by the shoulders and pushed him to the place where you worked.

You smiled at Johnny as he entered the coffee shop you worked in, your dog Cookie running up to lay kisses all over his face after stepping over his paralyzed lags and onto his lap.

"Good to see you too, Cookie," Johnny giggled, pushing the dog away. "But I didn't come to see you unfortunately."

"Cookie," you laughed, snapping for your dog to come back over to you. "Come over here. Hey Johnny! Want anything to drink?"

"Uh..." he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. "N-Not today. I uh... Can I..." His face went bright red.

"Is everything okay, Johnny?" You finished up someone's coffee, placing it on the counter.

"Do you wanna go on a date sometime?" It flew out of his mouth so fast that you could barely understand him.

"Y-You really want to go on a date... with me?"

Johnny nodded, still trying to avoid eye contact with you.

"Of course I do, Johnny!"

His eyes finally met your smiling figure. He smiled back. "Y-Yeah! Uh... we can get dinner tonight! Or... whatever you want."

"Dinner sounds great." You smiled, Cookie standing at you arms.

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"W-Wow." Johnny blushed. "Y-You look... really pretty."

You smiled, and grabbed your dress that complimented your figure perfectly. "You really think so?"

He nodded and grabbed your hand, leading you into the restaurant.

You ended up staying there for hours, laughing and just talking. He offered to buy your meal, and you didn't decline. It didn't even feel real.

Thank god for the wingman Gyro, right?

WEDDING HEADCANONS

he would be able to walk at this point

he would be so nervous omg

and like he would be so giddy

he doesnt want anything too big especially since his dad is a dirtbag, he definitely doesnt want him there

gyro would be the flower girl/best man

well your dog is the flower girl, but gyro has it on a leash

your dog wears a suit/dress

just super small like backyard style wedding

you two would dance the night away since you can now

super romantic, gyro does bawl his eyes out

I hope you enjoyed! thank you for the kind note at the end, please stay hydrated yourself! i also love sbr with all my heart so i hope you loved it <333 thank you!!

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@tonberry-yoda

#I LOVED WRITING THIS FRRR #jjba #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #<3 #hope you enjoyed too! #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #jjba x reader #johnny joestar #johnny joestar x reader #joestar x reader #jojo x reader #jojo #sbr #sbr x reader #steel ball run #steel ball run x reader #jjba part 7

[kithtaehyung]

OH IM SHAKING SO HARD RN RYEN??

new favorite chapter. idc. I was at the edge of my SEAT the whole time and I had to reread so many parts to make sure my brain processed everything right 😧 I’m definitely going to reread after sending this and maybe before I go to sleep.. and maybe during wor- 🫣

the sex scene was so fucking HOT oh my god I did not expect yn to bite back either shes so hot oh gosh 🫣 possessive yoongi and yn.. what a combo my mind is scrambled.. TBH I had a feeling yoongi was going to sneak through the window when you dropped the title a few days ago and when that scene came into play I was on CLOUD NINE.

OH AND U WERE SO DIRTY FOR GIVING ME SCARED WITH 3TAN BRO I was screaming every time bro appeared or cockblocked 😭 and I was audibly telling him to go away 😭 BUT BESIDES THE NASTY STUFF ( I would’ve wrote more but im still processing everything my mind is blank HDJCJSJ BUT JUST KNOW IT RUINED ME. PISSED OFF YOONGI? I WAITED FOR THIS ONE. )

YN AND YOONGI GETTING MATCHING JEWELRY OHH MY HEART! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I HOPE THEY’LL BE ABLE TO WEAR THEM WITHOUT GETTING SUSPICION 🥹

AND SUSHCUDJFNSK JIN KNOWS NOW HDJDISNE I SCREAMED AND JUMPED FROM MY SEAT WHEN HE SAID THE LAST LINES..

THANK U SM FOR SERVING US A 5 COURSE MEAL RYEN! DEFINITELY MY FAVE CHAPTER AS OF NOW !! now im a little bit nervous bc im sensing theyre about to get caught by bro from the amount of ppl finding out abt them.. AHHH

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i came to a realization jin did not know AND I READ TOO FAST WHOOPS BUT EVEN SO TAE SAYING THOSE LAST WORDS .. PHEW

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WINE OMFGGG new fave?? no flippin way that is absolutely fantastic! i wanted it to be tense bc it needed to be (the premise?? the suspense? too good to pass up.) and it was also a nice way to practice tense situations bc i don’t think i’ve written too many scenes like that, if ever. it was playing in my head and writing that out was super interesting. hope it translated well enough! 

READER IS A BRATTT like we know reader is pretty independent and from what yoongi has said about them, he already knew about this bossy side. i can only imagine what was going on his mind... it’s almost as if he wanted reader to be mad for a long ass time just to see what would happen L O L i want both of them so fcking bAD.

HAHAHAH BRO THROUGH THE WALLL i wanted to fcking yell! if you were yelling at your screen, i’m cacking. that’s too good hahahah PISSED OFF YOONGI FOR THE GD WIN. AND THE JEWELRY HELP MEEEE we’ll see if this is canon or not and if they do wear them :’))) 

i’m so damn happy you enjoyed this one, along with the ending that gave me stitches lmfao. it was a blast to write despite giving me some headaches!

#thank you so much bby! #🍷 anon #lovely people #asks:3tan #3tanW #3tan spoilers #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

[kingdaddydaichi]

Hiiiiiii I send an request by a different account called @honeyxbeexqueen I was logged out of it by mistake and can’t get back in, so I was wondering whenever you write my request (which you honestly can ignore if you want) if you can add this account instead of the other one. thx

Love uuu <333

So the original ask was:

Pfffft! Like I would ignore such a golden nugget of an idea! 💁🏼‍♀️ Quite to the contrary, I owe you a debt of gratitude for it! 🙏🏼I’ve never written Bakugou x babysitter before so I was sooooo excited when I saw your ask! 🤩 Yes, darling, the pleasure is all mine. 😉 I hope you like it. Love u you more, bestie! 💖💞💖

A/N: Got a little carried away with this one. My head was just so flippin' full. 📙 Chapter 2 will be is chock full of nsfw content.

Word Count: 4.1k

Mari: I’m leaving my place now. You ready?

You: Almost! Just finishing my hair. I’ll meet you there, don’t worry!

Mari: are you wearing that dress you showed me the other day?

You: maybe. 😉

Mari: Ugh, girl, that little number should require a license to wear it. I can’t wait to see you in it! 😻

You shook your head and laughed, setting your phone back down on your vanity to put the last pin in your updo. You grabbed your clutch, double-checking to make sure you had everything you needed in it: ID, keys, cash and card, lipstick. With your phone in hand you stood up and took a look at yourself in the full-length cheval mirror, pleased as punch with how well you’d put yourself together for a night out with the girls. You smiled and winked at your reflection before taking a selfie and walking towards your front door.

You were putting your strappy black heels on when another text notification dinged. You laughed and reached beside you to pick it up, saying “Oh my god, Mari, I’m c-“. You trailed off when you saw who it was.

Bakugou: Just got called in. How soon can you be here?

You: On my way. Be there in 5.

You began to take your heels back off when a wicked thought crossed your mind and you decided to leave them on.

Under any other circumstances you would've been disappointed to have to miss girls' night out, but your afterhours boss was sex on legs, so it didn’t hurt your feelings one bit to have to go to his place at the last minute. You grabbed your clutch and walked out the door towards the elevator. While you waited for the doors to open you sent a text to your friend in wait.

You: Dynamight got called in. I’m heading to his place. I’m so sorry. Maybe he’ll be back soon and I can meet up with y’all later. 🥺

Mari: Shit, are you kidding me? Ugh, he’s lucky he’s so damn hot. 😏 Wait! aRE YOU STILL WEARING THE DRESS??? 😳🤭

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. You stepped inside and replied, giggling.

You: I didn’t have time to change! Besides, I think it’ll be fun to toy with him a little. 😈

Mari: You slut! Ohhh I wish I could be a fly on the wall when he sees you!

The elevator stopped on his floor and you stepped out, gracefully making your way down the long corridor towards his apartment, your smooth, sexy legs flexing with every step.

You’d been his son's nighttime babysitter for a few months now. You needed some extra income to help pay off your student debt as a massage therapist. This was the perfect solution – The Sexiest Man Alive™ paying you cash money to spend time with his son, The Most Adorable Child In The World™. One of Bakugou’s criteria for the job had been that the candidate must live close enough to him to be able to get there in less than 10 minutes. You living in the same building gave you a huge advantage over the other applicants since you could be there in less than five.

You stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath, somewhat nervous about him seeing you dressed like this. You hoped he wouldn’t be upset considering you were there to babysit his 3-year-old son. Maybe your attire was inappropriate. Too late to worry about that now. You shrugged and knocked on the door. His voice called out from inside, “Door’s open, come in!”

You slowly walked inside to see Katsuki with his back turned to you, leaning over with one foot propped on a stool in the genkan, tightening the straps on his boots. You admired the way his summertime hero costume detailed every dip and striation of his back and shoulder muscles as he tugged on the straps.

“Hey, I made it!”

He looked over his shoulder at you and did a disorienting double-take, nearly losing his balance in the process. You brought your fingers to your lips, pressing them together to stifle a giggle. Oh, this is going to be delightfully fun.

You looked down at yourself and said, “Sorry about this, I was just about to go meet up with some friends when you texted. If this is inappropriate, I can go home and change real quick".

He trained his eyes back onto his boot straps. “Not enough time. I get it, it’s Friday night. It’s not a big deal, but if you feel like it you can grab one of my shirts from my closet”.

“Okay, yeah. Thanks. I think I’ll take you up on that”.

He stood, his eyes traveling every peak and valley of your form in that scandalous dress. It was black in its entirety, save some subtle silver trim along the tiny straps and top and bottom hems. It framed your breasts beautifully, dipping slightly between them, hugging every delectable curve of your body before ending snugly around the middle of your luscious thighs.

“Miss (y/n)!!!”

“There he is! My bestest 3 year old friend in the whole wide world!”

Kazan ran to you, oblivious to your appearance, throwing his arms around you. You scooped him up and bounced him on your hip. “Guess what, Miss (y/n)?”

“Oh my gosh, what?”

“I’m compwetwey potty twained now!”

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth in surprise. “You are?! Oh, Kaz, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! High five!”

He slapped his hand up to yours, giggling and beaming with pride.

“Haven't had any accidents yet, but still wearing pull-ups overnight, just in case. He’s already had dinner and a bath. We'd just started his favorite movie when I got the call and I promised him you’d watch it with him. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you get hungry. Hopefully this won’t take all night”.

“Got it, now go. The citizens of this city are counting on you to keep them safe, Dynamight!”

“Go Daddy! High five!”

Bakugou glanced at you with a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before high-fiving his son. “C'mere, buddy. Give me a hug before I go”.

Kazan reached for his father, who easily lifted him from your arms. He put a tiny hand on either side of his dad’s face and kissed him, the sheer cuteness causing your heart to nearly leap out of your chest. Then he wrapped his arms around Katsuki's neck and laid his head down on his shoulder. “I luh you, Daddy”.

Bakugou closed his eyes and pressed his lips to his son’s hair and whispered, “I love you, too, son. More than you’ll ever know. Be good for Miss (y/n), 'kay?”

“Yes, sir”.

Katsuki looked over at you, nodding for you to take his little boy. This part was never easy, but you gave the pro hero a pained smile and said, “Alright, Kaz, come on”. He lifted his head and looked at you, a small smile spreading across his adorable baby face. He reached for you, twisting his body as Katsuki loosened his hold on him. “S’okay, Katsuki, you better get going”. You looked at Kaz and continued, “I’ll take extra special wonderful care of mini-Bakugou here”.

“Thanks”. A single corner of his mouth turned upwards in a small smile. "I know you will".

With Kazan on your hip, you followed the tall blond to his floor-to-ceiling glass balcony doors as he slid them open and stepped out. You kept Kaz just this side of the open sliding glass door and Bakugou turned back to look at you. “Lock it and draw the shades once I’m gone”, he reminded you. You gave him a quick nod, reassuring him that you and his son would not be on full display in his high-rise apartment while he couldn't be there to protect you.

What began as small sparks in his palms quickly gave rise to blasts strong enough to launch himself outward in the direction of the city’s east side where other heroes were gathering to bring down whatever asshole had decided to ruin his quiet evening in.

As he propelled himself, his mind was taken off of that when he remembered you standing in front of his apartment door. Wearing that dress that looked so good on you that it, in his estimation, needed to be taken off. He shook his head, trying to will the image of you out of his mind lest he get an unfortunately timed erection. He needed to focus on the upcoming battle, but he could’ve sworn you gave him a certain look. He could see it in your smile, that nearly imperceptible look in your eye that made him lift an eyebrow. She was doing that shit on purpose.

But what really did him in was the way the black material of your dress lowkey made him jealous the way it pushed itself against your ass when you bent over to take off your shoes.

During the course of the past few months, he’d watched you come and go in relaxed t-shirts and shorts, tight t-shirts and yoga pants, messy buns and flowing hair, and various combinations of all the above. But he'd never seen you wear as much makeup as you had on tonight. Sometimes he’d see you with your glasses on when he’d come home to find you reading on his sofa. As beautiful and glamorous as you looked this evening, those were the times you looked the sexiest, he’d always thought.

But the sight of you in that dress would be forever burned into his spank bank and he couldn’t wait to make this villain his bitch so he could get back home and cash in on his fantasy fodder with his right hand and make a deposit into his left.

You looked over at Kazan, who had his finger in his mouth, looking at the door through which his father had just left. "Hey", you whispered. He looked at you with the same sharp crimson eyes as his father, albeit much sweeter and softer. "Daddy's gonna be back before you know it. He's one tough son of a gun and I know he's going to do everything in his power to come back home. And he's got a looooooot of power!", you said, tickling his tiny belly. Kazan hissed out a laugh. "So, whaddya say? Popcorn and a movie?"

He grinned and nodded emphatically, still chewing on his finger.

You set him down on his feet and he padded through the living room and crawled up on the sofa while you fetched the popcorn from the pantry and put it in the microwave. "Miss (y/n), look!"

He held up a large children's book and said, "I'm leawning how to wead. Can I show you?"

"Of course, Kaz! I'd love for you to read to me".

You picked him up and sat him down on the countertop with his book. He flipped it open to the first page and started reading it. You couldn't believe it. You peeked over the edge of the book and the boy was reading the words on the page. "Wow, Kaaaaaz! That is incredible! Looks like you're a little smarty pants just like your Daddy!"

He smiled, "My Daddy is the smartest daddy in the whole world!"

"He is very, very intelligent!", you nodded in agreement.

His tiny little brow furrowed. "What does intewiwigent mean, Miss (y/n)?"

You chuckled at him. "It's a really big word that means smart". The microwave beeped and you helped Kaz back down to the floor. "Alright, we've gotta wait on the popcorn to cool off for a minute. Let's both go potty before we start the movie, okay?"

He nodded and started to run towards the hall bathroom. "No running, Kaz!"

He slowed down and walked the rest of the way, still chewing on his finger.

You went into Bakugou's room, his scent hitting your nose like a pheromone-laced aphrodisiac. Gods, I want to bury myself in his bed and die a happy woman. You rummaged through the t-shirts in his closet, most of them black, and pulled one over your head, so long on you due to your height difference that it covered your dress. You walked over to the bathroom mirror and pulled the pins out of your hair, letting it fall over your shoulders in big, loose curls. You sighed with relief, already starting to feel more comfortable.

You re-joined Kaz in the living room, whose sharp crimson eyes lit up at you. "Miss (y/n), youw haiw is so pwetty! And you'we weawing Daddy's shirt!"

"Oh, thank you, my love! I feel a lot more comfortable and ready to cuddle with the cutest boy ever", you said with a wink. You grabbed a big bowl of popcorn for the two of you to share and curled up on the couch with the boy. He wasted no time snuggling right up to you while you pulled the blanket over both pairs of legs.

"You smell like Daddy, Miss (y/n)". He reached out and stroked your hair with his little hand and said, "It's so soft". Kazan, you suspected, would grow up to be a lady-killer just like his dad.

You ran your fingers through his spiky blond hair and said, "Ooh, yours is soft too, love".

"Daddy's haiw is soft too!", he said smiling before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

One thing was for sure - Kazan absolutely worshipped the ground his father walked on. He was his hero, in every single sense of the word. And every time you saw Katsuki look at his son, it was easy to see that he would lay his life down for his child with about as much thought as he puts into beating his own heart to stay alive. Truth be told, you'd grown to care for the boy as if he were your own and would gladly do the same. Katsuki could see that and tacitly trusted you with his little boy.

You woke up leaning back against the sofa right as the end credits were rolling. The little ball of heat curled up beside you was fast asleep with his little lips slightly parted. You shifted slowly so that you could pull him into your arms without waking him. You inched your way to the edge of the sofa and stood up to carry him back to his room. After laying him down in his twin bed you tucked him in and whispered, "Sweet dreams, handsome prince".

You looked at the little clock on top of his dresser. 10pm. After dragging yourself back into the living room, you plopped back down onto the couch and shot your roommate a quick text to let her know you wouldn't be returning home for a while. You turned off the table lamp and the tv, sinking down into the plush couch. You pulled the blanket up to your chin and within minutes you were out cold again.

It was around 1am when Bakugou let himself in quietly. He'd come straight home, too tired to even shower at the agency first. Once his boots were off, he stepped up from the genkan, scanning his home to find you sound asleep on the couch. You looked too peaceful to wake up so he opted to leave you be, heading to Kazan's bedroom to check on him and kiss his forehead.

From there, his journey on the way to his bathroom led him through the living room again. That's when he noticed the blanket had slid off your side. He reached down to cover you back up, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small smile at the sight of you in his shirt when his eyes caught a scrap of black lace. The bottom of that taunting dress had hiked up, your butt cheeks playing peekaboo with the sheer material barely covering your distinct pussy lips. He nearly groaned out loud. Fuck me. He quickly covered you up and headed straight back to his bathroom where he fought to get the outline of your plump cunt lips out of his mind.

He hadn't meant to look - it was just there when his eyes trailed down. Jesus Christ, it's been too damn long. He tried to stop imagining moving that lace to one side and tasting you.

By the time he finished his shower, he'd calmed down. He put on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats and headed back towards the kitchen to get some water to take to bed. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw you standing up, folding the blanket. "It's late".

He'd spoken softly, but he startled you and you squeaked, "Shit!" You took a deep breath with your hand over your heart and let out an equally deep sigh. "Thank gods it's you. Scared the shit out of me, Katsuki".

He chuckled and said, "And here I was tryin not to scare you". He walked over and took the blanket from you, tossing it onto the couch. "Stay". You blinked at him. "It's too late and you're obviously tired. You're welcome to sleep on the couch. I'll wake you up in the morning...unless Kaz beats me to it".

You nodded. "Okay, thanks".

"You want a pair of my boxers or something to sleep in? I can't imagine that dress is the most comfortable sleepwear".

"Oh no, this is fine. I've already troubled you enough".

He rolled his eyes and walked over towards the kitchen. "Tch, you're no trouble. It's the least I can do for all you do for Kaz".

You trailed behind him. "Stop it, Katsu, that's what you pay me to do".

He grunted. "Yeah, but you mean a lot to him, and I know he means a lot to you. And there's no amount of money that can pay for that". He grabbed 2 bottles of water from the fridge and closed the door, handing one to you.

"Thanks". He rolled his right shoulder and winced, rubbing it with his left hand. "You okay?"

"Fine. Just some muscle strain is all. The recoil from my explosions tonight didn't fuckin help".

"You want me to see what I can do?"

A small crease appeared between his eyebrows as he looked over at you, confused for a moment until he remembered. "Ah, right. Masseuse". - "Massage therapist" - "Right". He weighed his options and wondered if it would be crossing a line, but you were professionally trained and had offered after all. "Sure".

You patted one of the dining room chairs and said, "Come sit here and face the back".

He sat backwards in the chair and pulled his shirt off, exposing his naked torso to you for the first time. Oh fuck me, he is so fucking sexy! "Just rest your head against the back of it and relax your arms". You rubbed your hands together to help warm them up before placing one on each shoulder.

He flinched, "Fuck, that's cold".

You jerked your hands away, "I'm so sorry...hang on, I'll run them under warm water for a minute".

He rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder at you. "Tch, just come around here".

You rounded the chair and he held out his hands, motioning for you to do the same. You put your hands out and he folded his over them, the heat immediately soaking through your skin right down to your core, and you moaned breathlessly. He arched an eyebrow at you with a smirk on his face, making you blush and look away. "Sorry, couldn't help it. It feels really nice".

He held your hands like that for another minute or so before releasing them. "Now try".

You moved back around behind him as he rested his head against the back of the chair again. You lowered your hands to his shoulders and he took a deep breath, relaxing a bit more. You eased your hands over the sculpted surface of his skin, so warm and smooth save for a few scars here and there. "Your right shoulder blade is a lot warmer than the rest of your upper back".

You could feel the vibration of his voice against your hands when he mumbled, "'S where most of the pain is".

You hummed in acknowledgement. Starting with your thumbs on either side of his spine you applied some pressure and pushed outward towards his sides, a knot next to his shoulder blade popping under your right thumb, the motion throughout which he groaned. Bringing them back to center, you placed your thumbs a bit higher than before and repeated the same technique, slow and deep. Again, plucking the same band of muscle like a tightly wound guitar string. You repeated this all the way up to the back of his neck and across the tops of his shoulders before kneading his deltoids, drawing another rumbling groan from Pro Hero Dynamight. Amused, you asked, "Feel good?"

"Oh my fucking god", he grumbled. "I think I need to hire you as my personal masseuse too". - "Massage therapist", you corrected, but he was oblivious. Determined to loosen that long, tight band of knotted muscle that ran the length of his shoulder, you lined the pads of your thumbs up along the inside edge of his shoulder blade and pushed down and across at the same time. "Ahh fuck!"

Stopping to check in, you said, "You good?"

"You fuckin kiddin me? Never felt fuckin better, fuck. God, don't stop, (y/n)". The use of your name in that statement filled your mind with other situations in which those words might apply. You repeated the same technique around the entire edge of his scapula, the muscle having given way considerably by the time you were done a few minutes later. The man leaning against the back of the chair had been reduced to a mumbling puddle.

"That should help a little".

"A little?" He raised up and looked at you, punch drunk on a healthy dose of feel-good hormones. "Woman, that was better than most of the sex I've had".

You chuckled. "You must've had a lot of shitty sex".

His laughter ripped through the dining room walls. "...Ohh shit, I think I'll just stay here and sleep". He slumped forward against the chair and you placed a hand on his back.

"If you do that, you'll wake up in more pain than before. You need to drink plenty of water to flush out all the lactic acid that's been released from your muscles". You held out the water he'd taken out of the fridge earlier. He turned around so he could lean back against the chair, raising a wobbly arm to take the bottle of water from you. You couldn't help but stare at his perfect 8-pack, framed by a beautifully sculpted pair of obliques.

"Like what you see?"

Oh shit, damnit. You laughed nervously. "S-sorry. It's not every day that I see such well-defined...never mind". You shook your head and covered your reddening face.

He huffed. "S'okay, there's nothin to be ashamed of. I'm flattered".

You peeked through your fingers, "You are?"

He smirked. "How 'bout this?" He leaned forward in the chair. "You looked downright devastating tonight. Even now with your hair down and my shirt hiding your curves, you look ravishing. There, now we're even".

"I do?"

"C'mere". You walked towards him and he gently lowered your hands away from your face. "Don't hide from me. Let me see ya". You couldn't believe what was happening, but you were not about to stop him. "At the risk of bein' forward, and you can slap me and storm out of here if you want, but I have ta ask. Can I see ya in that dress again without my shirt on?"

You looked down, pinching the soft material between your thumb and finger. You pulled your arms into the sleeves and removed it, leaning your head back to run your fingers through your hair. Bakugou took his shirt from your hand and laid it over one of his thighs. "Fuck". He dragged his bottom lip through his teeth and shook his head, his eyes devouring every inch of your enticing body. "Stunning".

Feeling bold, you took three steps towards him, stopping between his legs and said, "You wanna touch me, don't you?"

"I’d be lyin if I said I don’t".

You reached down and picked up one of his hands, brushing your lips and raking your teeth against the skin of his knuckles. Hazarding a look directly into his fiery gaze you whispered, "Then touch me, Katsuki".

Chapter 2 →

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An Officer and a Gentleman

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, anal, cheating (sort of), name-calling.

This is dark!(silverfox)Lee Bodecker x (married)reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your after hours work gets in the way of your day job.

Note: I had the first half sitting around and finished it so here ya go. It takes place in the 70s so Lee is older and it was inspired by an article I read about the creation phone sex lines by a housewife in the 70s (which now of course I can’t flippin find). But anyway, here you go.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The sheriff sat down in his usual spot as you wiped your hands on the rag tucked into your apron. He set his hat on the table and tidied his greying hair. Even at his age, his locks were thick and looked soft. Strands of brown lined the shining silver and shone under the diner lights.

He came in at the same time every day, only an hour into your shift. You approached and flipped the cup on its saucer before you filled it. He took only sugar, no cream 

or milk. You smiled as you watched him read over the menu, he never ordered anything but the waffles.

“Good morning, sheriff,” you said as you held the carafe aloft. “Lookin’ to try something new?”

“‘Dols Leck’?” Lee Bodecker mispronounced the French words, “What’s that?”

“Dolce Leche,” you corrected, “It’s caramel.”

“Hmm.” He rubbed his ruddy cheek and reached for his mug. He drank and held out the menu. “Waffles with strawberry.”

“Extra cream,” you finished for him. He nodded and had another gulp as you walked away.

You put in his ticket after you replaced the coffee pot on the burner. You checked on the few other customers along the counter and wiped down the empty tables. The bell rang and you went to grab the sheriff’s breakfast from the window. You set the plate down before him as he folded the newspaper and replaced it in the little holder at the end of the table.

“How’s Eugene?” He asked as he unwrapped his cutlery. “And the boy?”

“Gene’s still on nights.” You lamented and subconsciously touched your stomach. “Little Ezra’s almost a year now.”

Your boy was buxom and buoyant. You smiled as you thought of his round cheeks and warm brown eyes. You only wished his father was around more to take him off your hip as you cooked and cleaned in your spare hours after work. Eugene was asleep as much as he was at the factory. You saw each other in passing as you scraped for ends meet.

Ezra was with Eugene’s mother during the day. You’d pick him up and take him home to wait for your husband to wake. If you were lucky, you got a kiss before he grabbed his lunch pail and headed out for his twelve hours. You hadn’t gotten more than that since before Ezra came. Neither of you had the time or energy, though the want was there.

“And you sheriff? How are you doing these days?” You asked before you could get lost in your self-pity.

“Ah, you know. The same old. Patrol’s ain’t too exciting.” He cut into the stack and licked his lips. He was a man with a sweet tooth, a substitute for his former alcoholic habit.

“Well, you enjoy, sheriff, you know how to get my attention.” You left him and did a round of refills for those eating and greeted the new arrivals.

Lee was always alone when he came in. He never brought any of his cadets or officers, he just sat, read the newspaper, and ate his waffles. He wasn’t married and had no children. Nearly fifty years on his back but he seemed content on his own. You almost envied him as you struggled with your small family.

🚔

You laid Ezra down carefully in his crib. He was getting big. You tickled his forehead and watched him for a moment before you left the room. It was late. Eugene was gone and the phone would ring soon. You had to prepare yourself for your night time duties.

It started small. An idea found in the pages of one of those feminist magazines, the very ones your husband called good kindling. A woman lost her job, still hard-fought for the domestic sex, and found herself in a similar way as yourself. Money was always needed and harder to come about. So she started her own service for the lonely men. A phone line with illicit intentions.

You read about it in the late stages of your pregnancy and laughed at the idea. It was so stupid. So scandalous. But once you were back to work and Eugene was on the late shift, you grew lonely and your checkbook was harder to open.

You hand wrote the little cards after a visit to the phone company. Eugene didn’t know about the second line. The number redirected to your main line and was active for only three hours a night, after your husband was gone. It was registered as a commercial line so each incoming call was billed to the dialer and a percentage was refunded on your own invoice.

You left the number around town, certain not to be seen as you dropped the cards in the car shop and the bar. At least, you hoped you hadn’t been seen.

The first night had you addled and sleepless until your shift began at the diner. It was hard to keep up the sultry voice and the lies. Difficult to act like the whole thing didn’t make you cringe. The men called and said their dirty words as you encouraged them with moans and little prods. “Oh yes, baby.” or “Tell me more.” It felt like you were cheating on your husband but it kept his plate full and the house warm.

The phone didn’t ring right away that night. Later in the week, you got more calls but one or two was better than none. The real profit was keeping them on the line as long as you could, but there were times you had to end abruptly to see to your wailing child.

You were half-asleep when the first call came in. You fumbled with the receiver and batted away your fatigue with your lashes. You held in a yawn and your sleepiness added to the allure of your put-on voice.

“Hello, mister, what are you longing for tonight?” You laid back on your pillow and played with the spiral cord.

“Well, I…” You blinked and held the phone against your ear. He sounded familiar, as many of the men did, but his timbre made your ears prick sharply. “I don’t know. I never did nothing like this before.”

You squinted and thought. You knew him but you couldn’t place the twinge in your head.

“I can start for you, darling,” you offered. “Mmm, tell you what I would do to you?”

He cleared his throat and you heard movement. He was nervous. So many of the men sounded the same. Most of them were afraid of being caught by their wives or uncertain about their desires. At first, you had the same fears but had since grown indifferent. It was human nature, as natural as one’s instinct to quench their thirst for water.

“How do you like it, darling? You like it when a lady bends over? I like it like that. Or maybe you want to start with me on my back.”

He groaned and you heard the receiver scratch. He let out a strained breath and moved the phone to his other hand.

“I want to use your mouth.” He said at last. His voice was low and gristly. “I want to push your head down in my lap as I choke you with my cock.”

You stared at the ceiling as you reclined and hummed. “Oh yeah.”

“Shut up.” He snarled. “I don’t want to hear your voice, I just want your mouth on me until you can’t fucking breathe. I want to hear you struggle. I was your tears streaming down your face and salting the taste of me on my tongue. I want to hold you down and cum until it’s deep in your belly.”

You parted your lips and raised your brows. You were still focused on trying to recognize the voice. His tone made you quiver. He was more forceful than most men. A lot of them just talked about sucking on your tits or went straight to fucking.

“I’d love that, darling.” You lied and bent one leg over the other as you swayed your foot.

“I said shut up!” He hissed. “I want to hold you down with my hands around your neck. I want to fuck you until your screaming. I’ll fuck you until you bleed. Until you beg for me to cum again.”

His breath was furious and you heard something else. The phone was moving against his chin as he moaned and you were certain you could hear his hand somewhere else; lower. It set your cheeks on fire and you sat up. His voice, his breath, the sheer anger and lust laced in his rasps. Your throat tightened as if he was truly choking you.

“But I want to cum in your ass. I want to make it hurt. I want you to cry as I tear you apart from the inside.” He growled and coughed as his voice fizzled out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He stroked himself furiously and the receiver dropped with a thump and you flinched. “Fucking bitch, yeah, you want my cock deep in your ass. Fucking whore.”

Your fingers hurt as you gripped the phone tightly and listened. His curses streamed steadily until the line clicked and died suddenly. You lowered the receiver and stairs at the little whole clustered together on the mouthpiece. You set it in the cradle and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

It was unlike any call you’d had. It was terrifying and made your blood curdle. You felt as if it had actually happened as your chest was heavy and your heart raced. You blew out a shaky breath and reached to silence the ringer. 

That was enough for the night.

🚔

The next day at the diner, you couldn’t stop yawning. You hadn’t slept much as the call replayed in your head over and over. The man’s voice was so clear in your mind and every time you started to drift off, he spoke in your ear. You dragged the rag over the top of the counter as Amelia spoke with the elderly couple in that corner.

The door chimed and you looked up. Sheriff Bodecker took off his hat as he entered and nodded at you. With the coffee pot in hand, you went to his table, already set for his arrival. You wished him a good morning and filled his cup. His voice was thick as he muttered his response and picked up the menu. He looked as tired as you felt.

“Strawberry, sheriff?” You prompted.

“Hmm,” he scratched his chin, stubbly from a missed shave. “This Dolsay Leckay. I’ll try that today.” He held out his menu. “I’m trying new things this week.”

You took the menu stiffly and nodded. “Waffles with dolce leche sauce. Right away, sheriff.” 

You turned and walked off to write out his ticket. You returned the coffee pot to its place and set down the menu as you took out your pad and pen. Your hand shook as you scribbled out the order. You stuck it in the window and leaned on the counter.

It couldn’t be him. You were crazy. You didn’t get enough sleep and you were wanting to hear that voice everywhere. Your reassurances were weak and only made you shiver as you righted yourself and continued wiping down the tables.

You angled yourself to look at the sheriff as he squinted down at the newspaper. He stuck his tongue out as he read to poke his top lip and tilted his head coyly. He cleared his throat and coughed as his order rang in the window. 

You went to grab the plate and struggled not to fumble it. It was him. The way he coughed, the gravelly scratch of his throat, the deep and firm undertone. You couldn’t deny it was him. You were stunned you hadn’t recognized him at once.

“There you are, sheriff,” you said as you set down his plate. “Enjoy.”

“I think I will,” he rubbed his hands together. “I’m starving this morning.”

“If you need anything,” you made your usual offer.

He looked at you and smiled. You noticed how his eyes strayed to your name tag and the buttons of your blue dress. He turned to his waffles and took out the knife and fork.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said as he ran the tines of the fork through the dark caramel. “I think I’m just fine.”

You left him to eat and straightened your apron. You were confident you’d changed your voice enough that he didn’t have the same epiphany. Even so, everything about him was different. At least in your head. He was no longer the desolate sheriff, he was desperate and demanding. He wasn’t who you thought he was. He was a man with a lot of power and a hunger to use it.

🚔

It was several days before you dared to leave the ringer on after Eugene’s departure. Your husband was loving but almost entirely absent. Since Ezra was born, he’d only grown more distant and work could not excuse him completely. When you ate dinner late with him, he barely heard you as he kept the radio on and those nights he didn’t work, he didn’t touch you.

You felt worse for your own misdeeds. The phone line made you shy and sullen with him. You should tell him but you didn’t know how and truly, you couldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t take it well and even if he was barely there, you couldn’t lose him. You were already painfully alone.

That night, he volunteered for overtime and so you hardly saw him before he headed out. He said you needed the money but your books were well balanced from your own after hours work. You’d done it to take the burden off of him but he still took the extra time, even as you argued that your bills were in good standing. 

Was it you? When had it all grown so cold?

Ezra ate his mashed peas and you set him down for the night. You heard him cooing still but you kept to your schedule even when he was wide awake. He always tired himself out and never fussed very long.

You sat on your bed and read. You checked the time. The phone would start soon and that night you couldn’t leave it off. You needed the money and you couldn’t be picky about where it came from. The month would be over and there would be a whole new batch of debts to account for.

You jumped as it rang. You kept the volume low so it didn’t carry through the whole house and you answered after several rings. You gave your usual greeting and breathed a sigh of relief when it was one of your regulars. You closed your book and picked your nails as you went along with his routine.

When he finished, you wished him a good night. You were dead tired but one more call wouldn’t hurt. You waited and grabbed the receiver on the first ring.

“Hello, mister, what are you looking for tonight?” You made your voice higher and breathier.

“Shhhh.” The long hush chills your veins. “Don’t talk.”

You quivered. It was him. You looked at the phone cradle.

“Don’t hang up.” He said as if he could read your mind. “You want it, don’t you? You want to feel me inside you. Down your throat, fucking the whore out of you.”

“I…” you uttered.

“I said be quiet.” He barked. “I want my cock so far down your throat I can feel it as I choke you. I want your spit all over me, I want you gasping and gulping until you pass out and I’m fucking your mouth lifeless.”

Your eyes widened and you listened in disgust. He growled and his hand slapped off his thigh as he pleasured himself. You sit paralysed as fear bubbled in your chest and you felt as if he could see you. You crossed your legs and huddled down over the receiver.

“I want to fuck your cunt until it hurts to sit down. I want to hear my body slam into yours, I want you to beg me to stop and keep going at the same time. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t make a noise, until all you can hear is my cock pounding inside of you.”

“Please…” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to hang up and yet you were terrified to move.

“And I know you want it too, whore. I know you need it. Not these words, not these calls, but you need me,” he shuddered “and I need it just as bad.”

He grunted and the line grew still. He hissed and cursed. 

“I’m a fucking mess,” he sneered. Another silence and you think he hung up. His voice startled you when he spoke again. “Who’re ya?”

“Wh-what?”

“I ain’t stupid. You’re some lady in the county. Maybe some lonely housewife. Ain’t sound like no prostitute I ever knew.” He sniffed and let out a groan. “Maybe you some dumb teenager playin’ games on the telephone, huh?”

“I don’t-- No. I--” You hung up. 

You stood and pulled the line out of the phone and dropped down heavily. You put your head in your hands and shook it. Fuck!

🚔

The next morning at the diner, you served the sheriff with a false smile. Every time he spoke, you heard the words he said to you on the phone. Although his tone was placid, his fervour played over and over in your ears. And when you overpoured his coffee, you apologized only to have him assure you it was alright and let you mop up the mess with your rag.

He left you his usual tip and you cleared his table. The newspaper was tinged from your spill and you dumped it on his plate. As you did, a card slipped out onto the table and your handwriting stared back at you from the carefully cut rectangle. You hid it quickly in the newspaper and rushed to toss it all in the trash and drop the plate in the bin.

It must have been a mistake, you assured yourself and excused yourself for a breath of air. The chef, Carson, was already by the kitchen doors and you said yes to a smoke from his pack. You lit it after the third try and inhaled the tobacco deep into your chest. You would go to the phone company tomorrow on your day off and shut down the second line. Your lesson was learned. It wasn’t worth the spare pennies.

Your day dragged by as all you could think of was the line. When you got to the phone company, you were jittery with worry. It was easy enough to shut it down but the fee cost you your tips for the day. You checked the clock before you left, bound to be a few minutes late picking up Ezra.

As you came out onto the street, your open jacket flapped in the wind over your uniform and your mary janes clacked on the pavement as you rushed to get to Enid’s and pick up your son. When you stopped at the corner to wait for traffic to pass, a flash and a honk made you jump.

Sheriff Bodecker pulled up to the curb and rolled down his window. He waved and leaned his arm on the door as he peered out at you.

“You needa ride?” He asked.

You smiled awkwardly and clutched the handles of your weathered purse.

“Sheriff, no thank you, I’m not goin’ too far,” you waved him off.

“Nonsense, you on your feet all day. It’s the least I can do.”

“You must be busy.”

“Radio ain’t goin’ off,” he slapped the door, “now come on.” He reached down and opened the door, stepping out with a groan, “Get in. You always are so nice down at the diner.”

You swallowed and your lips quivered as you tried to hold your smile. You followed him around the other side of the car as he opened the door for you. You got into the vintage cruiser and crossed your legs as you cradled your purse on your lap. He closed the door and dropped in on the other side.

He shifted into gear and pulled off. You thanked him and fiddled with clasp of your purse.

“No problem, but uh, I just needa know where you’re goin’,” he chuckled as he slowed at the next four way.

“Oh, I gotta get Ezra from his gramma’s,” you explained, “She lives just down Carsbee.”

“Not far at all,” he commented as he turned the wheel, “So, how was the rest of your day then?”

“Not so bad,” you said breathily as he looked at you in his mirror and you focused on the pedestrians on the street, “and yours, sheriff?”

“You can call me Lee if ya like,” he offered, “And wasn’t so bad either. Which number is it, sweetheart?”

You sniffed at the pet name, he was usually so formal at the diner with his ma’ams.

“21B,” you answered as you wiggled your foot nervously, “you can just drop me off. It’s not too far to home.”

“Don’t be silly, I wanna meet your boy,” he intoned, “you talk about him so much.”

“Oh, uh, of course,” you murmured as he pulled up along the front of your mother-in-law’s, “I just gotta go get him then.”

You hooked your purse over your elbow and slid over the seat. The sheriff kept you from opening the door as he bid you stay and got out quickly as he rushed around the front of the car. He opened the door like a gentleman and removed his hat. 

“I’m old but I haven’t forgot my manners,” he nodded and waited for you to step out.

You got to your feet and thanked him again before you strolled up the crooked walk to the front door. You knocked and let yourself in like you always did. You could hear Ezra babbling as he played with wooden toy cars. Enid sat in her usual spot and rocked as she watched him.

“How was he today?” You asked as you grabbed the bag you always left with him and packed up the loose ends beside it.

“Loud,” Enid muttered, “hyper.”

“Well, he’s at that age,” you grasped your purse and Ezra’s bag in one hand and picked him up from the floor as he reached out for you. “Alright, Ez, say buh bye to grammy.”

He waved and cooed as you held him on your hip. Enid said buy in her grumpy way and got up to see you to the door. You came down the single step as Lee waited by his cruiser. Ezra buried his face in your shoulder as he turned away from the sheriff.

“Don’t be shy, Ezra, this is the sheriff, Mr. Bodecker,” you tried to shake him upright but he clung to you and hid.

“Ah, don’t worry, I’m used to that,” Lee laughed and opened the door, “people see the badge and they’re not so friendly.”

“He just goin’ through a phase,” you assured as you sat with Ezra in your lap.

As Lee shut the door, you let the bags lean against it and the car dipped as he got in the other side. He turned the engine and you gave him your own address as your son squirmed in your lap. At the first corner, Ezra found the courage to look at the sheriff and the officer looked back and stuck out his tongue.

“He looks like you,” Lee said as he pushed down on the pedal, “real cute.”

You accepted the compliment and hugged Ezra tighter. You could barely process the sheriff’s words as your mind returned to those he spoke the night before. Every time he spoke, you heard him, hissing and cussing at you.

You were relieved when he came up to your house and you turned to grab your bags. You felt a tug on your elbow as you balanced Ezra and your things. You looked back at Lee as he held your arm.

“I’ll get the door,” he said, “you just stay put.”

You waited as he let you go and once more, opened the door for you. He took the bags as you climbed out and you protested that you were fine. His hand settled on your shoulder as he pulled you to face him.

“Well, sweetheart, you gonna invite me in for some coffee?”

You were shocked by his boldness and couldn’t hide it. You blanched and looked at Ezra as he tugged at your jacket. You laughed awkwardly.

“Eugene’s still sleepin’ for his shift, I don’t--”

“We got some things to discuss and I think the least you can do after I was so kind as to drive you home is a coffee.”

You squinted at him in confusion. “Maybe another time, sheriff, I’d really hate to wake--” you reached for your bags and he stopped you with his grip firm on your wrist.

“Does he know?” Lee asked in a gristly voice.

“Know what?”

“Know you a whore?” Lee sneered.

You reeled and tried to twist from his grasp. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You can’t say them words on the phone and not mean ‘em,” he leaned in close, “Now I think you know what I want to talk with you about so you invite me in and I’ll be real nice about it but if you keep me out here, I can’t promise your neighbours won’t get a show.”

You pouted and rocked Ezra as he began to fidget, sensing your discomfort. “Please, I got Ezra--”

“You put him in the next room so we can discuss,” Lee insisted.

He let go of you and you nodded dumbly. You watched him wearily as you turned and led him up the walk. You unlocked the front door and he followed you inside. He hung his hat on the rack with his leather jacket and you hurried into the bedroom to set Ezra down in his crib. You distracted him with his stuffed rabbit and left him. He was usually due for a nap around then anyway.

When you got back to the front room, Lee sat on your couch and you went to the kitchen to start the coffee. You waited for the water to boil and filled the percolator as you dreaded what would come next. You poured a mug and set it out on the coffee table with the sugar dish. 

Lee leaned forward and spooned the sweet powder into his mug as you stood and wrung your hands. How had he figured it all out? How long had he known? Was he going to tell Eugene?

“Sit,” he said as he inhaled the savoury scent and took a cautious sip. His mug made a deafening clink as he set it down and you sat. “I s’pose you went by the phone company to end your little game.”

You sucked your lip in nervously and nodded as you looked down guiltily.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “you know I was down there a few days ago and they just hand the records over if I say I got a warrant. They ain’t look close enough to realise it’s just a receipt.”

You gulped and kept your head down. You ran your tongue against your lip and blinked away the moisture in your eyes.

“How long you been doin’ all that?” he asked.

“Couple months,” you admitted, “I just needed some extra money. Ever since Ezra was born…”

“But you could get another job.”

“I gotta be home for the boy. Eugene never is.”

“Now a woman don’t be talkin’ like that if she happy. If she not alone.”

“Stop, please. It was a mistake. I’m sorry if you feel like I--”

“Sorry?” he interrupted, “you’re sorry? You think Gene would accept that?”

You sat in silence and picked at the button on your jacket. You hadn’t even bothered to take it off. “You gonna tell him?”

He let out a heavy breath and took another drink of coffee. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

You looked at him and furrowed your brow in confusion. You shook your head as he smirked.

“I will if you make me but if you want me to stay quiet--”

“Sheriff--”

“Shhhh,” he raised a finger, “now, you want me keep my mouth shut, you be waitin’ for me tonight after he goes.”

You stared at him in terror as your heart threatened to jump up your throat.

“And then we’re done talkin’. Then you do all those things we spoke about.”

“You can’t-- I got a son.”

“And a husband but you still be talkin’ to strange men about your pretty little pussy, don’t you?”

You blew a shaky breath between your trembling lips and sank down in the chair in shame. “I thought you were a good man, sheriff.”

“I am, don’t mean I’m not lonely.”

He drained the rest of the mug and coughed. He stood and adjusted his belt, his hand lingering on his belt. You watched his finger trace the barrel and your eyes crept up to his face.

“I’d hate to wake your husband, sweetheart, so I’ll be on my way.” he retreated around the couch and paused by the door, “but I’ll be around.”

🚔

The night went by faster than any. You never felt like you got much time with your husband but it was almost as if he was gone as soon as he woke. He left you with a peck on your forehead and dread in your chest. You thought of telling him, you wanted to confess and fix everything that had broken, but you couldn’t. You were too ashamed.

So when he was gone, you put Ezra down for the night and hoped the Sheriff was just trying to scare you. He couldn’t be serious, could he? You’d known him for years and he was only every sweet at the diner. He was a solitary man but was never unkind. That afternoon, he had been an entirely different man.

You sat on the couch, no radio, no nothing, and picked at the lines of your hand. You were certain you would sit up all night and laugh at yourself in the morning. He was just making sure you stopped, that had to be it.

But then the knock came and your whole body went rigid. You waited until it sounded again, harder, louder. You got up and went to the door. You didn’t need to look out to know who it was. You opened up and Lee watched you with his menacing blue eyes. They were no longer the gentle gems you knew from the diner.

“Sweetheart,” he drawled as he stepped inside and you backed away from him.

He closed the door and locked it then he removed his hat and jacket, just as he had earlier. He bent to ease off his boots and stood as he cleared his throat. He peered behind you and looked around your small house.

“I’m just in time, huh?” he mused as he touched your side and let it slip down to your hip. “What you shakin’ for?”

“I thought…” you rasped. “Sheriff, you know me. I’m not a bad woman.”

“You ain’t?” he snickered. “I do know you. I’m the only one in the county who knows the real you.”

“I don’t understand why you’re doin’ this,” you whined.

“I’m old but not decrepit,” he took your hand and raised it, “and you’re a beautiful woman. I daresay,” he kissed the back of your hand, “motherhood did make you even sweeter.”

“Please,” you begged.

“You get in that bedroom before I lose the last of my will,” he bit his lip as he looked you up and down and released your hand.

You shivered and backed away from him. You went blindly to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. You couldn’t, not in the bed you shared with your husband. Lee came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle.  His hot breath tickled your ear as he leaned into you.

“I wanna see what you hide under that dress,” he purred, “now don’t make me ruin it.”

You gasped and drew away from him. You neared the foot of the bed and unbuttoned the top of your dress. Your fingers were ungainly as you struggled and you pushed the sleeves down your arms with a stifled sob. You shoved the fabric past your waist and hips and his growl made you stand upright with a snap.

Your stockings were held up by fraying garters and your old underwear added to your shame. Your brasserie was pointed and too tight. You hung your head and balled your hands into fists.

“Turn around, I wanna see you,” he said.

You reluctantly obeyed and stared at the floor. He hummed and his thumb ran over his belt buckle. A sudden cry made your blood cold and he scowled. Ezra was awake.

You moved to go to him and the sheriff blocked the door.

“I gotta go to him. He must’ve had a bad dream.”

“I’ll take care of the boy. You just be waitin’ when I get back.” he ran his tongue under his teeth, “naked.”

He pointed to the bed and didn’t leave until you took several steps back. You listened as he went to the small room attached to the master. You worried he might hurt the boy but his coaxing voice surprised you. 

“Shhh,” you heard the distant tone, “it’s okay, son, it’s okay.”

You reached to unhook your bra and sat to roll your stockings off. You needed this man gone. If you abided him, he would be away sooner. You dropped the last of your clothing to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Your nails dug into the blankets and you closed your eyes.

It was over a year since you’d been touched. That alone made you shy but that man made you terrified. You heard him enter but didn’t look up at him. “You get up on all fours and ready that mouth for me.” he ordered as you heard his buckle tink, “yeah, I wanna start there.”

You swallowed and did as he said. You felt like some lowly animal as you stared at the floor. You heard the flutter of fabric as he stripped and when he came close, you shut your eyes. He grabbed your hand and jerked you to the edge. He tapped the tip of his cock along your lips.

“Now, open up, sweetheart,” he snarled, “I know you remember every word I said.”

You parted your lips and he forced his way into your mouth. He poked at the back of your throat but didn’t relent. You gagged as he sank down your throat and your entire body twitched. His hand went to your neck as he drew back and pushed back in. He felt himself as he invaded your throat over and over.

“Ah, yes, that’s it,” he uttered, “you can’t tell me you’re not a whore. You take me like one.”

You tried to swallow around him and breath and it made him groan. He kept fucking your face as his hand squeezed your throat. Your spit spilled out and smeared across your face and his pelvis. He kept your head bobbing until you were dizzy and dazed.

He stopped, deep down your throat, and grunted. He let out a shuddery breath and pushed you off of him. You slipped down onto your stomach and gasped over the side of the bed.

“Hoo, I almost blew,” he huffed, “oh, you bad, bad girl.” He trailed his hand down your back and slapped your ass, “turn around and get back up.”

You whimpered and lifted yourself back to your knees. You moved stiffly around and wiped your mouth as the taste of him stained your tongue. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back. He kneaded your ass with hungry growls and pinched your thigh. He felt along your cunt and tutted.

“You wet for me,” he taunted, “just from a taste, sweetheart.”

You dropped your head and he moved closer. He pressed the head of his dick against your folds and ran it up and down as you slickened. He lined up with your entrance and his large hand gripped your hip. He slid into you with a sigh and you let out a startled cry. Maybe it was because it was so long but he felt massive. You quivered around him and clenched your teeth.

“Oh, fuck, you want it just as bad as me, don’t ya?” He bucked his hips and you exclaimed, “how am I suppose to hold back with you squeezin’ me like that?”

He didn’t hold back as he caught his stride. He hammered into you as your flesh slapped loudly. You feared the noise would wake your son again, or worse, be heard by the neighbours. He groaned and grunted as he rammed into you and your thighs quaked. Ripples rolled over your spine and multiplied down your legs.

He stretched his hand over your back and slid them up to your shoulders. He bent over you as he forced your arms to fold beneath you and pushed your head into the mattress. He stilled and wiggled his hips until you moaned. He pulled one hand away from your shoulder as the other spread over your neck.

He slid out of your cunt and spread your juices up and down. He guided his dick between your cheeks and leaned into to pant in your ear. “I didn’t forget about your ass.”

He pushed against your hole and you tensed. His hand tightened on your neck and he poked harder. 

“You relax or it’ll hurt more,” he coaxed, “come on, almost…”

He pushed past your ring and you both gasped. Your eyes filled with tears and you sniffed as he urged himself deeper past your resistance. He let out a long breath as he advanced inch by inch. He drew back each time before adding more and when he was at his limit, you sobbed and clawed at the mattress.

“Oh, oh, fuck, oh, shit,” he swore as he rocked his hips, “you know, urgh, I wanted to do this for so long. Even ‘fore I called.”

He growled and built a steady pace as he stretched you. Your tears seeped into the blanket as his grip threatened to break your neck. His belly bounced against the top of your ass as he rutted without restraint.

“I always thought ‘bout you over that table. Always thought-- Always thought you deserved better than that husband,” he rasped out, “but I never thought you’d feel so good.”

He slammed into you harder than before. Your legs fell out from beneath you and he was quick to descend over you, covering you with his body as he bent his arm across the back of your head. He fucked you into the mattress as your head began to spin and your body reacted to his.

You’d never felt anything so intense as the maelstrom of pain and pleasure building inside you. You moaned and muttered until the sudden tide swept you up and had you murmuring like a fool, drooling onto the bed as he kept on.

He planted his hand on either side of you and lifted himself. He dropped his hips down into your ass over and over. The symphony of flesh filled your mind and you succumbed to the afterglow of tortured delight. He sank as far as he could and spasmed.

“Shit, oh, sweetheart, sweetheart,” he slowed and lowered his sweaty body onto you. You suffocated beneath him as his heart beat against your back. “Oh, you made me… made me blow.” He tilted his hips. “You feel how I filled your ass?”

You let out shallow breaths and turned your face into the blanket. He grunted and raised himself off of you, his cock slipping out easily and his cum trickling down after. He fell onto his back beside you and tried to catch his breath. He reached over blindly and let his fingertips dance along your ass.

“Really it ain’t your fault,” he said as his fingers crawled along the top of your thigh, “a man must be crazy to leave you all alone at night.”

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Heavy is the Hand You’re Dealt

Part 7

05/30/2021

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,733

Warnings: light smut, language, ANGST, FLUFF, breakups, God of Thunder thighs

A/N: Man, I know this one has been a long time coming and I’m so sorry it took me so long to end it but honestly, this one killed me. My heart is still raw just from coming back and finishing it. I broke my own heart with this one and every time I look at Steve I have this ache in my chest because of writing this fic. lol Like okay, get a grip. Anywho, for all of you who waited patiently for this ending, THANK YOU AND I’M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT! As always if you happen to reblog, y’all are the real ones and thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Also, I had so much trouble finding good gifs for this chapter. We need more gifs of Steve seeing Peggy in Endgame and we need more Thor gifs in general.

Please DO NOT repost my stories on other blogs or sites!!!

REBLOGS are always welcome!

You’re nervous.

No. You’re apprehensive.

No. You’re all a tither. Limbs humming. Heart soaring.

No. You’re gonna throw up.

No. Eager.

No.

Fuck.

You’re all of the above. Everything that you should have been feeling when Thor had come into your life and wormed his way into your affections is crashing down on you all at once.

You laugh. A hearty chuckle as you grow giddy. So flippin' ecstatic about last night.

Then you see your life spread before you, ten years down the road, and Thor is holding your hands. He’s telling you that he’s sorry, but his so-and-so ex wants him back and he loves her more than you so he's leaving you.

Your stomach twists, churning with nausea. Lightheaded, you look around, embarrassed. No one’s here.

You take hold of the counter as fear takes over and your instinct to run threatens to pull you towards the elevator.

Squatting down, you wrap your free arm around your belly and hug yourself tight.

This'll pass in a bit.

It’s happened like, eight times since last night.

After you’d told Thor you love him and he made love to you again and again and again and again, you’d finally managed to escape to the bathroom to catch your breath and it had all piled on suddenly until you were curled on the cold dark gray tile of your bathroom floor. Fetal position.

This isn’t you.

You’ve run straight into enemy fire, dodging bullets and knives and assassin level kicks.

Loving Thor is easy and yet, you’re terrified.

With Steve it hadn’t been this scary. Why?

Why is Thor different?

Your mind is overrun with a barrage of memories. All focused on one thing, snapshots of Thor’s gaze as he looks at you.

The background changes. Your room, his room, the field where you train, the lake, your car, Bruce’s lab, the kitchen, the bathroom, in bed, on the couch, outside on the sidewalk, a restaurant, the rooftop, and lastly there in his arms as the wind whips your hair and the true blue sky soars behind his wide shoulders, bulging belly pressed hard against your own as he clings to keep you safe while he flies.

The only thing that never changes is the look in his eyes as he watches you. One amber, one electric blue.

His gaze tells you all you need to know. It tells you why he’s different. Why you’re scared.

Thor sees only you.

Where Steve’s mind had always been preoccupied whether it was with survivors of the Snap or his past or the loss against Thanos or Peggy, it was never just you.

No matter how much you can accept that he did love you to some degree, you realize now that with Steve things always felt like you’d been playing tug of war.

You’d yanked and pulled. Dug your feet in to haul him to you but he’d had his own buried two feet deep in the ground with Peggy’s arms firmly wrapped around his chest from behind.

No matter how much you’d wanted to make him yours, he never truly was.

Thor is yours. From the top of his golden head to the tips of his big toes; Thor belongs to you.

Not because you’re forcing him to or trying to make him so, but because he’s chosen you. He’s got the rope around your waist now and he’s tugging hard.

And he’s a God! How can you resist that?

One good pull is all it took and you’re in his arms. You’re his too. Forever.

But…is it a true forever?

He says he won’t leave you but Thor by nature is a leaver. He gets called to deal with nine realms problems all the time.

What if he has to go tomorrow?

POP! The toaster scares you. You jump.

“Fuuuuu-” You hiss in annoyance.

With a lick to your lips you stumble over to the toaster and plate up the bread before smearing a generous amount of butter on one and mixed berry jam on the other. Along with the eggs, sausages, potatoes, cheese, and oatmeal with sliced bananas you have set on a tray, you add the toast and quickly grab a large glass of juice.

Wait…Thor likes coffee.

You get him a cup and bring some sugar and cream too in case he wants to add some then make your way towards your bedroom with carefully calculated steps. It takes you almost no time at all to reach your room and you’re a little sorry for it because you would have liked some extra time just to think.

This is all so terrifying. This forever business because how can you be sure?

You’d thought you knew what you were getting into with Steve and he’d torn your heart from your chest. The ragged edges of that wound aren’t healed yet. Not even close.

Thor’s soothed the burn and he’s the salve to that side of your heart, but is it enough?

You can hear the rumble of Thor’s snoring through your door. It isn’t loud, but it isn’t exactly quiet. He’s probably on his back again. And he’s probably dreaming.

He only snores like that when he’s in deep sleep. Your heart swells.

You smile. Puppy.

Why are you scared again?

You push the door open and the sudden darkness causes your eyes to strain as you move towards the bed, breakfast in tow.

The room is full of sex musk. Your neck heats up and you bite your lip as memories from last night replay themselves in your head.

If you’d known that Thor would make love to you with that kind of passion when you finally told him you loved him, you might have said it sooner.

You drop the tray off first on your bedside table, pushing books to the floor where they fall with loud thuds to make room. You freeze, looking at Thor but he’s still laying there, lips slightly parted between his full beard. Eyes shut; bedsheet haphazardly thrown across his hips to keep his good bits hidden. His solid thighs look good peeking out from the bottom, and you lick your lips without realizing.

Quickly you move to shut the door then head to your window to pull back the curtains and push the window open to air out the large room.

This high up, the smell of the city is lost to the flowing wind of clean air. But it’s not crisp enough. Not good enough for your Thor.

You hold out your hand behind you and with a metallic shiing, Mjolnir flies into your hand and you focus on the sky with eyes that begin to glow with a subtle blue.

It still takes so much more concentration for you than it does for Thor but it’s easy enough.

Thor had been correct when he’d said you were born for this. Holding Mjolnir feels like second nature. 

The clouds swirl quickly, swishing back and forth as they churn and darken. The wind whips harder, turning almost cold as thunder booms overhead.

“Muh-mmuhmmmah,” Thor mumbles sleepily, brow puckered as he responds to the charge in the room.

You look back at him and put Mjolnir down before you climb right on up to straddle his hips. You lean down, and press a trail of kisses from just above his still slightly rounded belly—no abs just yet, but you can see the progress he’s been making and you wonder why he’s going back to the old Thor when the new one is just as cuddly—to his hardened chest.

“Puppy?” You whisper, letting your kisses linger longer as he begins to stir.

“Mmmmm,” he groans, a little in protest, a little because he’s still sleepy.

His hands however move up along your thighs, searching for skin and you huff a chuckle as his fingers tickle up to your hips then back down behind your knees, searching for purchase.

“You’re dressed,” he complains.

Because he’s being frisky, you place a few open-mouthed kisses around the base of his throat, then regular kisses along his beard until you find his lips and then his arms are squeezing you to him, his naked hips jutting up towards you even through the thin sheet and you can feel his good morning.

You laugh against his lips, slightly stunned that he can go again after the numerous times last night. A God he most certainly is.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispers, tongue slowly tracing your lips then into your mouth he moves it.

You laugh once more, this time having to pull away because it’s too adorable and your heart is absolutely soaring and pining for him even though he’s pinned beneath you.

“Later,” you whisper back, sitting up a little with your hands placed between his arms on the bed to look down at his sleepy face.

He opens his eyes finally, wincing at the brightness in comparison to the darkness of the room before. Your called storm is still brewing and there’s another clap of thunder as he glances out at the blueberry colored clouds.

“Why have you called a storm?” he wonders, worried. “Are you upset, my dove? Is it Steve?”

“No,” you shake your head in earnest protest, a sweet smile glued to your lips. “The room reeks of our bodies and I just thought a cool breeze would air it out better than the warm air from today’s forecast.”

“Mm,” he nods, tracing your thighs again through your jeans. “But why are you dressed?”

“Oh!” you beam, suddenly remembering and you climb off of him.

You bounce from his side of the bed to the edge and then get up and grab the tray.

He watches you, curious, and when he spots what you’re carrying he hurries to sit up, adjusting the sheet so that he’s a bit more modest but you can still see way too much skin and those damn thighs…you’ll have to give him a nice bite before he gets dressed.

He reaches out as you kneel on the bed and try to maneuver towards him as gracefully as you can. He takes the tray from you as you move to sit beside him and places it over his lap, pulling the legs that were tucked away down. Once it’s settled he then opens his left arm for you to cuddle in.

“Why the breakfast in bed?” he asks, smiling but still confused.

“I brought your favorites. And look,” you lift the toast you’d dressed earlier to reveal two strawberry Pop Tarts. “They were the last two. You really need to go easier on them.”

He chuckles but beams at you and leans in to kiss your cheek.

“It looks delicious,” his praise warms your chest, but really, you’re just happy to make him smile.

“You really like it?” you wonder, reaching over to place his fork and knife closer.

“Of course, I do,” he promises, then takes the fork and with one hand cuts up his sausage, breaks up one of the eggs, and skewers both before taking a bite. “Waziefer?”

His mouth is full, but you understand.

“Just…I wanted to make sure that you know that I know I haven’t been the best girlfriend these past few months. I’ve kept you at a distance and I’ve pushed you away sometimes. All you’ve ever done is be there for me and cheer me on and then Steve showed up and everything got more complicated for a bit, but I want you to know that I…I wasn’t really ever tempted to go back to him.”

You’re busy picking at a piece of thread on your sheet by Thor’s hip, but you glance up at him to see he’s chewing slower, watching you with hyper focus.

“I know what that looked like in the hallway. When you saw us together? And I—if I’m honest, I didn’t know until that moment how much I’ve been wanting you. I mean, I was already in love with you but until I saw your face, the way you looked at me…it was like I took your favorite toy and broke it.”

“You’re not a t-” Thor begins to protest.

“No, I know I’m not a toy. That was a bad analogy, but you do understand what I’m trying to say, right? I thought that you hated me after that. You avoided me and then I avoided you and everything was just such a mess. And as much as Steve kept my attention, I wanted you, Thor. I knew it the moment you saw us that it was forever with you.

“I should have known before then but I didn’t. And I do know. And it’s forever. And um...I’m not going to lie, that scares me.”

You take in a shuddering breath, willing the barbs in your heart to soften as you force the ache away.

“What happened with Steve changed me for so long and very nearly permanently, and it made me feel things and think things that weren’t good for me. You helped me move past those thoughts, but I can’t exactly help that my heart is on guard now.

“It’s yours. But it’s also ready to run at a moment’s notice. I’m so scared that you’re going to leave me like he did. And I feel so pathetic admitting it because I don’t want to need anyone like this, Thor. I want it to be me. I want to survive with just me. I don’t want to feel like someone else matters more than me, but you do. You mean so much to me.

“You’re so good and patient. I don’t know how you were able to wait so long for me to be here with you, to…to catch up.”

“It wasn’t easy,” Thor admits, nudging you but also pulling you closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulders tighter.

“No,” you smile with pain at him. “I didn’t make it easy. I’m sorry.”

“But you’re mine now,” he declares, and it’s true. You’re so his. Fuck all the rest of the world. You’re Thor’s and you’re okay with that. “And I will never leave you behind, my dove. I’ve told you already, if I must go, you will come with me. I will drag you to the edges of the universe if that is where duty calls me.”

“And, what if I can’t go?” You wonder, worried about your future with him.

“Why wouldn’t you-?”

“What if something comes up here on Earth? Or what if…” you’re hesitant to speak the next sentence because you’re not wanting him to think that you’ve made up your mind. “…if I change my mind and I get pregnant? What if I have babies, Thor? What if we have littles ones that are too small to travel outside of the atmosphere?”

You can feel the moment his skin burns hot. The way his eyes glaze over you know that he must be picturing it. You with a rounded belly, full of his babies. Obviously one at a time, if not twins. Eventually you’ll have one little one running around your legs, excited and happy while another coos in your arms, drooling and giving small whimpers accompanied by soft kicks as the baby learns to use its arms and legs.

After he’d filled you up for the sixth time last night, your insides scorched with his seed, you’d begun to worry about getting knocked up despite your birth control. He’s Thor!

God of fertility to some.

It could happen.

You’d imagined babies and the image isn’t as bad as you thought.

Once upon a time you’d wanted that with Steve. And Thor would make such a good dad. He’d be supportive and strong. Protective but foolhardy. You can almost see him encouraging your first baby—a girl because of course it has to be a girl, your first baby will be a girl!—to jump from whatever big rock she’s on or maybe even the roof of some much smaller building. He’d take her to do things that you’d probably worry over and he'll probably laugh and tell you not to, as if you can actually control that!

Your heart thrums with panic as you consider the possibility of kids with him for the tenth time and Thor gives you a squeeze, responding to your distress.

“Then I will go…but I will return. I will always return to you, my dove. If you and our little ones are waiting for me, how can I not return?” He nods. “Brunnhilde has New Asgard, the Guardians are cunning and strong. They can watch the realms for me. Peter would no doubt do it simply to prove to me that he can do it better. Say the word, my love, and I will make my life here with you my only life. I’ve spent many years being the man that I should be.

“My mother said I should be the man that I am. And that’s what I will do.”

“Your mother? When did you...? I thought she was-?” You ask.

“Back when we went to get the stones, before we reversed the Snap. She caught me when Rocket and I were attempting to take the Ether from Jane and…she told me to eat a salad,” he finishes lamely.

You laugh, his declaration turning the serious conversation light. He smiles in response to your laugh and reaches up to cup your cheek.

“That wasn’t very nice of her,” you chuckle, only because you can see that he's not bothered by her words.

“Well,” he shrugs. “She meant well, I think?”

You shake your head, still laughing at the sudden shift in his retelling.

“You are my priority,” he presses on, face turning serious once more. “I will be at your side until the day I die. Mjolnir will extend your life so long as you can wield her, so that means we have plenty of time to be together. Plenty of time to learn to balance the realms and our love.”

He pulls you in for a quick kiss, sealing his words like an unbreakable promise.

The oil from the sausage makes your lips slick and you lick them clean as he pulls away.

“Your food’s getting cold,” you whisper, nudging the plate on the tray.

He skewers another piece of egg then shoves it into his mouth and turns to you, smiling wide—a grin, a sappy kind of love beaming through his eyes. Pride, it looks like, at the meal you’ve made him.

“I should be jealous more often,” he says, “This is delicious.”

You mock gasp for him, mouth open wide as you widen your eyes, “You were jealous? I had no idea.”

He chuckles with his mouth full, skewering some more sausage and utterly amused with your teasing.

You settle in under his arm, wrapping yours around his tummy and finding that perfect spot on his shoulder for your head.

You lean up and kiss his chin.

“I love you, puppy.”

Thor gives you a squeeze and through it you can feel the intensity of his bliss. You’re so glad you can finally be what he needs.

~~~~~~~~~~

Months Later

The soft tinkle of China gives you comfort. There’s something so domestic about it and it makes your heart warm.

“Why are you smiling?” The withered voice asks.

You turn your gaze up to Steve, and he’s watching you with twinkling blues. The subtle curve of his lips is sweet.

“Just…I’m happy for you. For real this time. Seeing you here in your own home, comfortable and just…it’s what I always wanted for you, Steve,” your heart gives a tiny ache.

The pain of his leaving you that first time will never truly go away. You always feel that rejection but it doesn’t hurt like it once did.

Months of time with Thor has wiped away most of that scarring. Most...not all.

“You’re not angry with me?” he checks, brow furrowed.

“Maybe a little?” you admit, the smell of freshly roasted coffee invading your senses. “Coffee’s ready.”

You get up and move to the pot on his kitchen counter, faded daisy yellow ceramic tiles keep the room lively.

The creak of aged wood beneath your feet makes you worry and you put more pressure on one foot to double-check.

“Have you thought anymore about what I asked you before?” He asks, leaning back for you as you approach with the fresh pot.

“Yes,” you nod, pouring his then your cup of coffee before returning the pot and then moving back to take your seat.

“Are you-?”

“I can’t, Steve. I know that you said you wanted me to have the shield but, I’m no Captain America. Would the world be a better place with a woman in those stars and stripes? Maybe. But I’m not her. Not anymore.”

Steve looks heartbroken.

Despite the wrinkles and the years that have taken his youth, you still see him coming home from his therapy sessions, hiding his face in your neck as he cried and embraced the world’s pain.

Instinct has you reaching over, your hand grabbing hold of his and he quickly turns it over to hold your hand in return.

“Steve, look, I know we haven’t talked about this enough since I first came to see you, but maybe it’s time we talk about it?”

He tightens his chin, that gleam of jealousy in his eyes that you’d first seen a few months ago.

“Did you seriously come back only because Peggy couldn’t get pregnant?”

It’s one of those questions you’ve always wanted to know the answer to.

Steve takes his hand back and with surprising dexterity, he makes his cup of coffee to his liking, tearing sugar packets and adding cream.

You always seem to forget he’s a super soldier, even if he’s older.

“Steve?” you press, unwilling to let him get away with not answering this time.

“No,” Steve lifts his cup to his lips and takes a long breath. “No, it wasn’t.”

He takes a sip and you wait until he lowers the cup again to make your own cup of coffee just as you like it.

“Well?” you urge him.

“Why do you need to hear me say it? Isn’t it enough to know that it wasn’t?”

“No, Steve. It isn’t. What you did when you came back...you do realize how unfair that was to me, don’t you? How much damage you could have done had you actually won me over and then gone back to be with Peggy anyway? Because you wouldn’t have stayed, even if I’d accepted you, would you?”

Steve hesitates but then shakes his head. Even though you know it, it still makes you rage a little. You shove your spoon into your cup and stir too violently, metal clinking against the china of your cup.

You’re staring so hard at your swirling coffee that you’re slightly surprised when Steve’s hand comes into view and he places it over yours to stop your spoon.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice grave and sad.

You don’t want to see that broken Steve expression from your apartment with him again, so you don’t look up at him. You wait for him to keep talking.

He takes his hand back.

“When I learned that we could go back, the thought was just an idea. A dream that suddenly became slightly more probable, but still unattainable. How could I just stay back? I knew that it was possible to get stuck in the past, yet I knew that I couldn’t. Or rather, I shouldn’t. I had you here waiting for me. I had the Avengers. I had the world to get back to. My life was here, with you, with my friends.”

Even as he speaks it, he sounds convinced. He sounds like he’d made up his mind to stay.

“But then we got there, and if-if we hadn’t lost the tesseract in New York, if we hadn’t needed to go back further to get it. If I hadn't stepped into that room to hide, if it hadn’t been her office, if I hadn’t seen her...I would have stayed. I would have come back to you and I would have used that ring I bought for you. We would have gotten married and we would have moved to a house like this, but ours. I would have given you and myself what we’d both been wanting for five years.”

You sniffle, the pain of that lost future still fresh. Even though you’re over it and you’re happy now with Thor, it’s always going to hurt. 

Steve shifts a little, the movement to lean away, and you look at him only to find he’s wiping at his eyes. The tears are heavy and slow as they roll across his aged skin.

“But everything happened in just the right way that I ended up in that office and she had a-a picture of me on her desk. That picture,” Steve gestures behind you and you turn to look at a photo you’d stared at for a long time, multiple times when you were with him.

It’s a picture you yourself had framed and in your shared bedroom, too.

He’s thin, almost gaunt in the face. The plain white t-shirt is too big on his small frame, his hair is tousled. He’s dirty, sweaty, and around his neck is the familiar chain of what must be his dog tags just out of frame.

“And then I saw her and nothing else mattered. I was a kid back in a war I wasn’t ready to fight, holding a shield I wasn’t ready to hold, standing on top of a car taking a jump I wasn’t ready to take. I was saying goodbye before we’d even had the chance to make a real start outside of the war. And I loved her. I loved her so much.”

It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to, or as much as it would have before to hear him talk about Peggy like this. In your mind, you’ve rationalized it so that you know he’s talking about his wife. Your Steve is long gone.

In fact, you’ve accepted that he was never your Steve to begin with. Not really.

“Not even the thought of you could stop me from making up my mind then. I was so sure.”

You turn back to him, hands wrapping around the mug as you take comfort in its warmth. The dagger dragging through your chest is still painful, if dull.

“Then, what happened? Why’d you come back?”

Steve smiles, leaning back into his chair as he tilts his head as if he can’t believe you’re asking such a silly question.

“Do you really not know?”

“How can I, Steve? You haven’t told me.”

“I never had to tell you everything so outright before,” he reminds you.

“Yeah, well, that was before you completely surprised me by leaving me to go back to your ex, wasn’t it?”

Steve looks properly ashamed, and with his smile gone, he nods.

“Right,” he clears his throat, then coughs a little, “Well, I suppose the simplest answer to your question would be that I loved you. I loved you so much it started to kill me. And yes, Peggy was hesitant to have children. Not because she didn’t want any but at the time, with everything as hectic as it was after the war she was busier than ever. But it gave me the excuse I needed to come back, which I know now was wrong of me.

“As much as I loved you, using that as the reason was a coward’s play and I was never a coward before that. It was my lowest moment when being back with Peggy and being home were two separate things for me. I struggled with more than my love for you and rather than admit to that, I made dumb choices.

“But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you or that I might not have come back anyway, even if she had been willing to move forward right away. The truth is, and I know even now you find it hard to believe me, but in my eyes you’re still my girl. What we had, we fought for it. You more than me, I think.”

You’re crying again. Angry and hurt and also wistful.

You look down at your lap, your hands finding their way there and you instantly start picking at your nails to keep yourself busy.

“When things were quiet, when Peggy was busy or on still nights, I would think about you. Memories I’d forgotten while I was here came rushing back and I found myself missing you more and more with every one.”

He goes quiet, thinking or watching you. It doesn’t matter.

“Do you remember that day when I came home and the weather was looking bad? You knew instantly that something was wrong and you let me cry into your shoulder. You remember?”

You sniffle and wipe at your nose before looking back at him, “Of course, I remember, Steve. I remember everything.”

“I knew I had to marry you that day. I had already bought the ring, but I’d been hesitating. I’d been waiting for some sign that I was doing the right thing and I realized that day that there was no sign. You were my sign.

“But then everything happened and I never got the chance. I loved you, Y/N. More than you’ll ever believe. Still do,” he smiles at you, flirting shamelessly.

You give him a small smile, but you’re still crying, still breaking a little.

“I loved you so much,” you confess, shaking your head as your tears spill quickly. “I don’t know that you can ever know how much. From the moment I met you in that stupid gym, all the pining I did for you until that stupid night on the roof when I finally had the courage to kiss you...I wanted you so bad. I wanted to be with you and I wished every day that you’d let me love you.

“And you did. For a while. Until you took that away from me and I-I have to hate you a little bit, Steve. From now and until the day I die. I have to hate you. I’m sorry.

“What you did to me changed me. I’m not that girl wishing you’d let me love you anymore. I’m not that optimist you wanted to give that shield to. I’m not Captain America.”

Steve sighs, heartbroken too by the looks of it but resigned to your choice.

“I had your uniform made and everything,” Steve shakes his head. “I’m sure it’s great, but...I don’t want it. I can’t be your girl anymore and I can’t be Captain America. As cool as that would be.”

Steve chuckles and leans forward, reaching for your hand. You let him take it, turning yours around to hold it.

“I’m glad you’re doing better. I worried for so many years about the damage I’d done coming to see you. But you’re strong. I’ve always known it.”

“Stronger than you know,” you laugh once, reaching up to wipe at your cheeks.

There’s a sudden roar overhead and you start to rise from your seat. A thump at the front door followed by three polite but firm knocks tells you time is up.

“Come in,” Steve calls, rising from his own seat.

The front door opens just as you turn to face it and smile as Thor moves in, tummy almost completely gone now, just a slight extension. His abs are back though you only know that because you get to see him naked so much.

At the moment he’s in full uniform.

“Rogers,” he calls, and then stalls halfway through the room at the sight of you. “H-have you been making my sweet dove cry?”

His demand is almost feral, deep voice echoing around you.

You quickly suck air in between your teeth, turning to Steve with mock fear, “You’re in trouble.” 

Steve looks at you then at Thor, mouth falling open and clearly flustered.

“What? B-but, no. I didn’t-we were just talking and she-I wasn’t-”

You turn back to Thor who lets his anger fall away slowly before he clears his throat.

“Has this old codger been bothering you, love?” he asks, turning to you with the shine of his teasing in his mischievous little smile.

“Only a little bit, but I gave it just as good as I got,” you chuckle and Steve’s body visibly relaxes.

With the mock upset out of the way, you tilt your head in question as you give Thor’s armor a good look.

“Has something happened?”

“We’re ready to head North. The time is right, Barnes and Sam have already taken the jet with the others. We’re to catch up.”

“Oh, okay,” you grab your wallet from the table but as you do, it shifts back into Mjolnir and you grasp the handle firmly.

“Is that the real reason you won’t take my shield?” Steve wonders, that hint of jealousy from before making a brief peek.

“Maybe,” you continue to tease him, not one bit interested in hiding how deep your connection to Thor really is. “But you’ll never really know.”

“Let us be off, my dove. We don’t want the others to have all the fun,” Thor says and with a quick nod to Steve he heads back outside.

Following, your steps stutter as you reach the door and you turn to see Steve watching you go with a pained but somewhat happy expression.

“Hey, you know what though? I know you’ve probably thought about it and I hardly need to tell you myself but, you know who that shield would be good for?”

Steve nods, knowing.

“Sam would make a great Captain America,” he agrees.

“Better than I ever could. Bye, Steve.”

He watches you walk out of his life, the other love of his life. The one he let go and the one he’ll always regret losing. You can walk away from him now with a smile on your face and a brighter future ahead of you than the one that he could have ever offered you.

With a smile he whispers, “Goodbye.”

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[writer-akihiko]

TWST Dorm Leaders + Singer!MC

So MC sings and what else to sing than Disney songs? Enjoy a romantic endeavor with your beloved dorm leaders! Covers are linked to the song name! Thank you to my child @cursedtwst for helping me with song choices. 

Rest of the dorm leaders under the cut. 

Malleus Draconia - Once Upon A Dream (Belle)

When he found out that you used to sing in your world, he wanted to hear you sing. He was quiet about it, not wanting to pressure you and especially not to remind you that you have somewhere to go back. Oh no, he had to keep his precious child of man here.

He brought you to his favourite hiding spot, surrounded by flowers in an empty field for a picnic. His close friends also came, bringing the foods and entertainment.

You actually had suggested the picnic to cheer up your Tsunotarou since he was quite sad. He was again not invited to a party at the Mostro Lounge.

You had your own selfish reasons for making a picnic… You planned to confess through singing. Lilia quickly caught on, making an agreement to handle the other two as you get together with Malleus.

You pretended to wander off, tossing away your slippers. Knowing the overprotective little dark fae, he'd follow you anyway.

You twirled around, humming to the tune. "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…"

Malleus, who had been watching you intently, was thrown off by your singing. So this is how his precious human sounded…

"I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam,"  You clutched your hands to your heart, pouring your soul into your tune. "Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…"

Malleus reddened at the selfish thought that the song was meant for him. The lyrics only made him adore you more than ever.

"But if I know you, I know what you'll do," You turned to the Prince himself, pulling him out of his hiding place. "You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream…"

As you hummed the bridge, you took his hand in yours and swayed together, laughing in song seeing how much he towered you.

Malleus was too stunned for words. His angel here was singing to him. What more could he ask for?

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…"

He grasped your hand, feeling how small your hand was against his.

"I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam,"  You brought your hand to his cheek moving away the hairs that shielded his beautiful coloured eyes from you. "Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…"

"But if I know you, I know what you'll do… You'll love me at once, the way you did…

Once upon a dream."

You hugged the larger fae, nuzzling your head into his chest. "I like you Malleus."

He couldn't restrain himself, picking you up and staring into your eyes as you did to his. You could see the blush that ran rampant on his cheeks, as his eyes panicked on what to do.

You kissed his cheek, him understanding it as a kiss of acceptance.

"Oh how romantic! Maybe I should take this to Cater to edit! It'll be viral!" Lilia's voice brought the attention of the loving couple.

Well, the picnic ended peacefully, save for the embarrassed screams of the Prince as he yells at his caretaker.

Riddle Rosehearts - Alice (Bruna Wesch)

Ace and Deuce found out you were singing to yourself with your precious guitar in the Ramshackle dorm alone. These two insisted that the next unbirthday they throw, you should definitely sing.

You seriously thought they were joking.

Ace stole your guitar from your room and here you were, about to sing in front of Riddle. It wasn't that you were scared no… It was just that your daft friends couldn’t understand the goosebumps you get at the thought of singing in front of your crush!

Ace and Deuce looked at you eagerly, presenting you your guitar. Cater already has his phone out, preparing to take a video.

You snatched your guitar out, deciding to just go with it. It's not like you have to confess or anything…

Riddle's stare at you made you tense up. Has he been looking at you this whole time? He kinda looks pissed… You decided to get on with it.

You start strumming, letting yourself relax, "Trippin' out, spinnin' around… I'm underground, I fell down… Yeah, I fell down…"

Your tone of voice surprised Rosehearts' audience. Starting to feel more comfortable, you raise your voice a little.

"I'm freakin' out; So where am I now? Upside down, and I can't stop it now…"  You stopped strumming. "It can't stop me now.. Oh~"

Riddle this whole time was impressed. Impressed was an understatement. He felt himself become more and more enchanted with every emotion as you sing it out loud.

"I~ I'll get by,"

"I~ I'll survive…"

Your strumming quickened, "When the world's crashin' down, when I fall and hit the ground, I will turn myself around; Don't you try to stop it! I~ I won't cry…"

You completely immersed yourself in the music, enjoying your guitar and the atmosphere, letting your head nod to the tunes.

"I found myself… in Wonderland…"

"Get back on… my feet again…"

"Is this real? Is it pretend?"

"I'll take a stand… until the end!"

Riddle felt the words flow through him…

As the final strums of the song vibrated through your fingertips, you finished your song.

They got up, applauding you. Riddle got up from his high throne, taking your hand in his.

"…Come and sing for me again please."

Well, here goes nothing.

You nodded, pecking the Queen of Hearts on the cheek before running off with your guitar.

"H-HOW RUDE! COME HERE SO I CAN RETURN THE FAVOUR!"

Oh silly Riddle… That's why YN fell for you in the first place.

Kalim Al-Asim - A Whole New World (Emma Heesters + Dan Berk)

Kalim just knew it! You were a singer! His princess was unfortunately too shy to sing a tune. He couldn't settle for this! If you can't sing alone, then he'll sing with you!

Kalim had arranged a sort of music night at the Mostro Lounge. He convinced you that it was a simple date night but you didn’t expect Jade Leech to announce you two as the next performers.

He gripped your hand, smiling at you. Your nervous self calmed down,  repeatedly telling yourself that Kalim was next to you.

The soft melody started and so did Kalim, "I can show you the world… shining, shimmering, splendid~"  He smiled at you, extending a hand. "Now tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?"

He pulled you close, "I can open your eyes… Take you wonder by wonder~ Over, sideways and under on a magic carpet ride~"

Kalim held your hand, twirling you around. His melodious voice made you blush, wondering how on earth did you ever date someone like him.

"A whole new world~ A new fantastic point of view…" He sung out, always looking at you. "No one to tell us, "no" or where to go, or say we're only dreaming~"

Gathering your courage, you took the microphone and joined Kalim in the chorus.

"A whole new world…. A dazzling place I never knew,"  You continued.  "But when I'm way up here, it's crystal clear that now I'm in a whole new world with you…"

"Now I'm in a whole new world with you…" Kalim sung after. His face turned red hearing his princess sing. Oh lovely you looked right now…

"Unbelievable sights… Indescribable feeling,"  You held Kalim's hand. "Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling through an endless diamond sky~"

As you two sung through another chorus, you felt as if it was only the two of you there. Together…

"I'll chase them anywhere,"

"There's time to spare!"

"Let me share this whole new world with you…"

As the final notes of the song fell through, you and Kalim stared into each other's eyes, enjoying the magical bond that kept you glued to each other.

"For you and… me…"

The romantic moment was interrupted by the applause that the Lounge attendees thought that was well deserved. Kalim laughed, holding you up by your waist. "That was lovely my princess!"

Azul Ashengrotto - Part of Your World (Halsey)

[Lyrics were altered to suit the scenario]

After many days of insisting Azul to take you to the ocean, he gave in. Your puppy eyes made him give in. He did bring you to swim with him and the twins. He however, never transformed in front of you. You were as curious as ever, a little saddened that he didn't feel beautiful in front of you.

Jade told you that Azul wanted some time to swim in his octopus form for a bit. You watched as Jade and Floyd swum in the deeper water; too deep for your human self.

Instead you climbed on an overhanging rock, watching the twins swim. You decided to sing… after all Azul won't hear you…

"I wanna be where his people are…"  You hummed out, "I wanna see, wanna see 'em swimmin'… Flippin' around in the waters~"

Floyd heard you from afar, smirking to himself. Oh, Azul you made Shrimpy a little sad siren~

"Movin' your feet you don't get too far! Fins are required for swimmin', flippin',"  You joked to yourself. "Swimmin' along down a — what's that word again? – stream~"

You sighed, singing your thoughts out, "Down where they swim, down where they play, own where they stay all day undersea~"

"Wanderin' free…"

"Wish I could be…"

"Part of his world…"

"YN?!"

There Azul Ashengrotto was, red in the face, staring you up on that rock in an adorable octopus form…

"Azul?..."

You blushed, thinking about how long Azul had been there and probably how much he heard. From behind you, the twins grinned sinisterly as they lifted you up and tossed you into the ocean.

You screamed, but weren't covered in water as you assumed. Azul's soft but firm tentacles had caught you on instinct as he brought you down to face him properly.

"Um… I… liked you singing," He said, unsure how to approach the situation of the Leech twins literally throwing his crush into his arms.

"A-Azul… your… tentacle," You stammered, squirming in his tentacles.

He let go of you, settling you in the shallow waters.

The twins frowned, seeing how their plan didn't work too well. Oh well, there's always next time.

Idia Shroud - I Won't Say I'm in Love (Brittany J Smith)

When shy Idia, your crush, asked you to help you with his experiment, you could not say yes any faster.

Ace, Grim and Deuce kept teasing you on how quickly you agreed, not letting it down and even dragging Ortho with them too. This left you to be quite the tsundere.

You huffed at your friends, "If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that…"  You sauntered away, crossing your arms. "No man is worth the aggravation… That's ancient history, been there, done that!"

The four joined in chorus, smiling at your denial, "Who'd'ya think you're kiddin'? He's the Earth and heaven to you~

"Try to keep it hidden? Honey, we can see right through you~"

"Girl, ya can't conceal it! We know how ya feel and who you're thinking of~"

"No chance, no way! I won't say it, no, no!"  You shook your head.

"You swoon, you sigh, why deny it, uh-oh!"  The quartet made love hearts with their fingers, surrounding you.

"It's too cliché!"  You retorted. "I won't say I'm in love!"

You walked through the gardens, unaware that Idia had settled in one of the bushes, keeping an eye out for his brother who had been hanging around a weird gang.

"I thought my heart had learned its lesson… It feels so good when you start out,"  You sung out as you walked around, catching Idia's attention. "My head is screaming get a grip, girl! Unless you're dying to cry your heart out~ Oh no!"

Idia turned to the three idiots who were dancing around you with his brother.

"You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling-"

"Baby, we're not buying! Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling!"

"Face it like a grown-up. When ya gonna own up that ya got, got, got it bad?!"

"Give up, give in! Check the grin you're in love~"

Idia peaked out at you shaking your head and throwing your arms into X's. Your singing somehow calmed him despite you were retorting the idiot trio's claims.

"No chance, no way! I won't say it, no, no,"  You sung again. 

"This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love!"  You said again.

"You're doin flips! Read our lips. You're in love!"  Grim sat on your shoulder, dancing and chuckling at your denial.

"You're way off base,"  You said to Grim. "I won't say it!"

"Get off my case!"  You yelled at Ace and Deuce. "I won't say it!"

It didn't deter the quartet.

"Now, don't be proud. It's okay you're in love~"

"Oh, at least out loud,"  You slump down to a pillar. "I won't say I'm in love…"

Ortho spots his big brother from a distance away and mouths to him: 'She's talking about you.'

This left his pale blue complexion burning a scarlet red, as he repeated the whole song in his head that was about him.

Oh, maybe it'd take more than a song and a dance to let the true confession come.

Leona Kingscholar - Can You Feel The Love Tonight? (Landry Cantrell + Brianne Brieno)

Of course, Leona brought you back to his hometown with Jack and Ruggie in suit. As you and Leona took your evening stroll, Ruggie pulls Jack to the side, spying on you two lovebirds.

"I can see what's happening," Ruggie said.

"I can't, what?" Jack asked, bewildered.

"And they don't have a clue," Ruggie continued.

"Who's they?" Jack asked again.

"They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line," Ruggie slung his arm over Jack's shoulder. "Our trio's down to two."

"Oh, I get it."

"The sweet caress of twilight," Ruggie exaggerated.

"Yep-"

There's magic everywhere," He sighed.

"It's everywhere," Jack commented.

"And with all this romantic atmosphere," Ruggie continued. "Disaster's in the air~"

"Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings,"  The lovely couple harmonised together.

You had been teaching Leona how to sing every time he'd take a nap on you.

"The world, for once, in perfect harmony with all its living things~"

"So many things to tell her…"  Leona sings to himself, pulling out a ring from his pocket. "But how to make her see… the truth about my past? Impossible! She'd turn away from me…"

You took a look at Leona who walked ahead, "He's holding back, he's hiding… But what? I can't decide… Why won't he be the king I know he is?"  You thought about Farena's talk. "The king I see inside?"

"Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings?"

Leona slowed down, taking you near him to twirl you across the gardens.

"The world, for once, in perfect harmony with all its living things…"

You brought the lion's forehead to touch yours, comforting him in a way he'd never felt.

"Can you feel the love tonight? You needn't look too far…"  The couple basked in each other's warmth, finding comfort in each other.

"Stealing through the night's uncertainties… Love is where they are~"

"And if he falls in love tonight…" Ruggie sniffled. "It can be assumed…"

"His carefree days with us are history," Jack added on.

"In short, our pal is… doomed!"

Later that night, before you rested in your sheets, Leona took the ring out, getting down on a knee.

The rest is history as they say.

Vil Schoenheit - I'm Wishing (Sierra Nelson)

You had stayed over at the Pomefiore dorm to… in simple words… observe your beautiful crush, Vil Schoenheit.

The little fluffy bunny Epel and you rescued from Rook's clutches cuddle into your arms as you sigh forlornly, near Vil's newly installed fountain.

"Want to hear a secret?" You mischievously told the fluffy bunny.  "Promise to never tell?"

You swayed your head, singing in your soft tunes, "We are standing by a wishing well…"

"Make a wish into the well… That's all you have to do,"  You recited, practicing your voice almost. "And when you hear it echoing~ You're wish will soon come true…"

The commotion of your voice called to Vil. He was wondering what was that melodious… BEAUTIFUL… voice that interrupted his skin care routine. There he saw you, sitting so elegantly with Rook's bunny in your arms as you sung like an angel from above.

He leaned against his window, lending his ear to your song.

"I'm wishing…"  The deep fountain echoed back.

"For the one I love,"  You professed. "To find me today…"

The one you love?! Why that must be no one but him!

"I'm hoping… and I'm dreaming of,"  You sighed dreamily. "The nice things he'll say…"

"Ah~"

As the sweet sound of your voice rung out through his courtyard, he let your melody help him continue his beauty care.

The moment you finished singing, he made his way down, hugging his little songbird.

"I heard you singing for me," He whispered into your ear, kissing your ear so tenderly.

You almost dropped the poor bunny as you blushed, being kissed by the one you love. Vil brought your face closed to his, staring deeply into your eyes.

"Only a sweet voice such as yours deserves to be worshipped by a queen like me~"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst leona #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleus #twst azul #twst riddle #twst kalim #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #kalim al-asim #kalim al asim #twisted wonderland dorm leaders #twisted wonderland leona #twisted wonderland vil #twisted wonderland idia #twisted wonderland malleus #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland riddle #twisted wonderland kalim #twisted wonderland scenarios

[the1920sisntaphasemom]

Greetings, hope im not bothering-

My soul traits are Kindness and patiences (i got both so many times on tests, i just live with it now), I am rather tall and slightly chubby. I have short hair (French bob kinda) and i wear glasses. I'm very shy and cautious around new people but it doesn't take long for me to open up to them. I am rather loud sometimes and giggle and smile a lot. I might be goofy but oh boy i can strike fear into people as well.

Many stay away from me because i intimidate them cuz of my size, deep voice and sheer strength. It makes me sad and anxious knowing people are terrified of me just cuz of that. But for those that have met my angry, death glaring side? Yeah sorry it's hard to achieve that side so boo you did something very wrong-

But other then that I'm very friendly, supportive of nearly everything (no dumb ideas unless i have a first aid kit with me-) and i like drawing and being alone sometimes or just, hiking alone and vibing.

Have a nice day/night! I hope i wasn't bothering you too much with this!

“Legs ya up!”

Legs: stretches a bit an decides ta be flashy by flippin before he ports ta the cradle. He comes back carryin a fish bitty who looks up at ya shyly.

Your Kindness soul makes you see the goodness in the world even when others can’t. You strive to help and protect those that mean the world to you.

Niro is quite the shy aquatic bitty, she’s quite the lil cutie so they’re often dotted upon by others which can be very nerve wreckin for them. But they LOVES when ya are around, y’all balance each other out so well! She’s always quick ta comfort you when you’re nervous an when ya meet new people, her sweet presence makes it so people find ya less intimidatin. Don’ be fooled though, if someone were ta appear a threat or rude ta ya, she can become quite ferocious.

#soulbound bitties

[reidandweep]

I’m So Proud of You

Spencer Reid x Reader (female)

A/N- I can’t believe all the lovely comments from ‘Stitching’. Thank you so much! Once again, any requests, send them my way. x

Word Count- 2179 words

Warnings- Fluff, mentions of drugs, and cuteness.

Being part of the BAU for the past five years, Y/N had seen many people come and go: Hotch, Derek, Alex, Kate, and Stephen. Some in sadder ways than others. She had also seen people return like Emily. But throughout those five years, Y/N had formed a bond with these people and those who were still a part of the team. None more so than the resident genius, Dr Spencer Reid.

Throughout the years, Y/N and Spencer’s friendship grew stronger and stronger as the days past. She could easily say that he knew her better than anyone. He knew her quirks, habits, her secrets, and stories. Spencer could say the same for Y/N. She knew about his life, his regrets, his worries, and his dreams. About the highs and lows that happened before she even knew him. Y/N never judged Spencer and Spencer never judged Y/N. Even though the duo knew so much about the other, they still surprised each other every day.

The BAU was quitter than usual. Whilst a case was in the horizon, waiting to be called, the team worked flittered around the building. Paperwork upon paperwork stacked high on the corners of desks, slowly but surely being filled by each member. Spencer and Y/N sat side by side in silence, a single pile placed on the end of their shared desk, as the other members of the team had left to get lunch Not long after Y/N was first appointed, the team realised how she gravitated towards Spencer. They could see the looks shared between the pair. It was never a shock that when someone would be looking for Y/N, she would be situated at Spencer’s desk or vice versa. The silent company seemed to calm the pair and keep up their motivation. It was much easier for them to have a larger desk to share.

Y/N pushed up her glasses, carefully rubbing her eyes, trying to rid of the ache she was beginning to feel behind them. Pushing her glasses back down, she leaned her head on Spencer’s shoulder as she glanced up at her best friend. Spencer paused his writing and looked down at the woman, smiling when he realised, she was staring up at him.

“Taking a break?”

Y/N began to nod her head but ceased as the pain shot back.

“Yeah. Had a headache behind my eyes for about 10 minutes. It doesn’t seem to be going away.”

Spencer placed down his pen and slowly moved his chair to face Y/N’s; his shoulder moving from underneath her head.

Y/N lifted her head back up and watched as Spencer cupped her face with both his hands. Moving her head from side to side, he looked into her eyes. The action was unexpected for Y/N, and while the boundary of touch had disappeared over time between the pair, Spencer’s hands cradling her face still made her nervous. They brought her comfort; soothing her flushed skin.

“Your eyes are not red or swollen. There is also no excessive tearing so it cannot be a cluster headache. It is most likely eyestrain. We have been filling out the paperwork for an awfully long time. Let’s both take a break. I will go grab you a cold coffee as you seem awfully flustered.”

Before Y/N could say a word, Spencer’s hands had left her face and he had started the trek towards the break room.

Y/N stared at where he had headed. Her heart melting at the man’s compassion. He always made sure she was alright. Whether it was her physical or mental health, he made sure that she was happy and healthy. Y/N tried to do the same. Often times, it led to the pair knocking on each other’s apartment door, or even hotel door when on a case, and asking for the others company. Derek and JJ often joked that they may as well book one less room when on a case as it was rare for the pair to stay in their separate rooms.

Whilst waiting for Spencer to return, Y/N grabbed her phone from her pocket to quickly check her emails. Looking at the date, she suddenly remembered the importance of it. Pushing her chair, Y/N swivelled around to her desk draw, opening it as she reached in to grab a small giftbag.

Quickly closing the draw, the woman moved back to her original space; holding the gift in hand. Placing the giftbag on Spencer’s side of the table, she eagerly awaited his return.

She did not need to wait long as Spencer walked back into the bullpen not even a minute later. One scolding hot, sugar filled coffee in one hand, and one freezing cold, syrup filled coffee in the other.

Oblivious to the gift before him, Spencer handed Y/N her drink as he took his seat.

“Thanks, Spencer.”

Spencer smiled at her gratitude. Turning his chair to place his own coffee down, Spencer became perplexed at the sight of the giftbag on his desk. Looking between the bag and Y/N, he could detect her nervousness and excitement at his reaction.

“It’s not my birthday for another four months.”

Y/N could not help but smile at the man’s confusion.

“You know for a genius, you sure are oblivious sometimes.”

Spencer continued to be confused by Y/N’s words.

“What is it for?”

Y/N smiled at the man before her. She couldn’t help the tears that began to collect in her eyes.

Spencer sprang into action, moving his chair closer towards her again, as his hands cradled her face trying to stop her tears.

“Is it the headache? You should’ve told me it hurt this badly. I’ll ask Emily if I can take you home.”

Y/N shook her head in his hands, letting the watery smile stay on her face.

“No, you goof. I’m fine. My headache is nearly gone now.”

Spencer let his hands fall from her face. He watched as Y/N pulled a small black box from the bag, placing it in Spencer’s hands.

“I didn’t know you when it happened, or when you were first fighting against it.”

Spencer listened, trying to correlate Y/N’s words with a specific event in his life. It couldn’t be his time in prison, as it was merely months ago, and she was there for him every step of the way. Spencer still kept her letters she sent him in the draw of his bedside table.

“But you have told me how hard it was and how it is still sometimes hard to forget. You’ve been through a lot more since then, and you’ll continue to go through it and more. So, hopefully, when you look at this, it can remind you that you are so strong and brave. That no matter what, you have a family who is here for you whenever you need them. That I’m here for you. I’m so proud of you Spencer.”

Spencer looked at Y/N as his mouth went dry at her words. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he watched Y/N motion at him to open the box.

Ever so slowly, Spencer opened the black box, unsure of what would be inside. Once the box was fully open Spencer could not help but admire the content as he lost his breathe. Pulling the item out the box, Spencer turned it in his hand.

Inside Spencer’s clasp was a signature ring. Made of silver, the ring shone in the light, as the engraving of a compass laid proud on the top.

“Read inside the band.”

Spencer did as Y/N instructed. Flippin the ring, he looked inside the band to see the words ‘we acquire the strength of the battle we have overcome’.

Y/N watched as Spencer couldn’t help but let the tears well in his eyes at the realisation of what the gift symbolised.

Pushing her chair closer, it was Y/N’s turn to cup Spencer’s face.

“I know you don’t like to think about it, Spencer. But you’re 10 years clean. That is such an amazing achievement. We are all so amazed at what you do every day and how hard you work. I can’t even describe how amazing you truly are.”

Spencer looked towards Y/N; his eyes still filled with unfallen tears. He never really acknowledged the time passed since he stopped taking Dilaudid, and neither did the rest of the team who knew. It was a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ kind of conversation. But Y/N had known for a long time. While she thought she was being sneaky, Spencer noticed when she would check certain things with him. Often glancing at his arms to make sure no new marks had appeared. Unintentionally keeping a closer eye on him when he seemed more agitated than usual. She did it because she cared. Because she loved him.

With his empty hand, Spencer slowly cupped Y/N’s neck, and closed the distance between them. Y/N instantly reciprocated the kiss, happily surprised at his reaction, as she guided her hands from his face to his hair. Before they could go any further, wolf whistles were heard across the bullpen.

Pulling apart, the pair looked in the direction of the noise to see Luke, Emily, and Tara walk through the doors; food in hand.

“Wasn’t expecting to see that when we came back.”

Y/N and Spencer both went red at Emily’s teasing.

“Sorry Em. Spencer was just really happy with his present.”

Luke and Tara laughed as the pair pulled a part. The three walking closer to the duo’s desk to see the empty box on the table.

“Must have been one hell of a present.”

The group chuckled at Luke’s words.

Emily began to head towards the debriefing room.

“Well, I’ve gotten everyone’s lunch so you better hurry before it gets cold.”

Luke and Tara soon followed her, smirking at the pair still sat at their desk.

Y/N began to stand, walking towards the debriefing room. Noticing Spencer was not by her side, she soon stopped, turning around to see him sat at their desk; admiring the ring with a smile on his face.

Walking back over, Y/N grabbed Spencer’s hand and pulled him to stand up. Spencer watched as she grabbed the ring from his grasp and placed it on his finger. Smiling up at Spencer as she held his hand, Y/N pulled him towards the debriefing room.

“Did you know the tradition of wearing the engagement ring and wedding band on the fourth finger of the left hand can be traced to the Egyptians, who believed the vena amoris, vein of love, ran directly from the heart to the top of this finger.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at Spencer’s fact.

“Don’t you think you should ask me out before talking about wedding rings, huh Spencer?”

Spencer flushed at her words, pulling her to a stop just outside the debriefing room door.

Moving to face her, Spencer never let go of her hand. Biting his lip, Spencer took in a deep breath.

“Would you like to go on a date? With me? Preferably tonight to the Doctor Who exhibit?”

Y/N beamed at Spencer’s words. Squeezing his hand, she felt the coolness of the ring in her palm.

“I would love for nothing more. Except to eat my lunch right now. So, let’s go.”

Spencer chuckled as they let go of each other’s hands to walk into the debriefing room. Taking their seats across from each other, Spencer and Y/N soon tucked into their food, adding to the present conversation going on between the team.

As Penelope reencountered a story from her hacking days, JJ eyes caught the gleaming ring on Spencer’s finger. Leaning towards the genius, she pointed at the object.

“Emily mentioned that you got a gift of Y/N. Is that what she got you?”

Spencer nodded at JJ, his mouth filled with his lunch.

“And you gave her a kiss as a thank you.”

Spencer swallowed his food, and glanced towards Y/N, watching as she laughed at Penelope’s story.

“Yes, but also because I haven’t felt the way I do about her before.”

JJ looked shocked at Spencer’s confession.

“Not even with Maeve.”

Spencer shook his head, looking towards JJ.

“No, not even with Maeve.”

JJ looked towards Y/N seeing her smiling at Spencer. JJ couldn’t help but smile herself.

The team all ate their food as they shared stories between them. Laughter filled the room that is usually so dark and solemn.

While they all knew a case would be called any minute, they couldn’t help but appreciate these small moments. The whole team sat together, enjoying each other’s company.

“So, what’s this I hear about canoodling in the bullpen?”

Y/N and Spencer flushed at Rossi’s question as the whole team laughed.

The pair shared a look, their cheeks shining brighter as the team continued to tease.

Spencer unconsciously played with his ring, as Y/N glanced down at his action and joined in on the laughter.

Spencer wouldn’t change a thing that had happened to him, if it meant he got to live what was happening now.

A/N- Just a little cuteness and warmth for Spencer. :)

#spencer reid imagines #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler imagine

[remuslovessirius]

5# The Date

This is an AU oneshot

Summary: remus and sirius are both super nervous for their first date together...

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Third person pov

"Prongs I can't do this" said sirius black as he was pacing nervously round the room,'Prongs' also known as James potter smiled at his friends nervous pacing.

"Padfoot listen to me" sirius stopped pacing and sat on James's bed, "you will be fine, it's just only a date

" And besides you know Remus loves you for you, so just be your self" said James to his best friend

"OK but what should I wear, what would remus like on me" sirius asked and once again he got up and started pacing again.

James thought for a minute before, getting up and walking to sirius's closet.

"well lily texted me telling me that remus likes your back ripped skinny jeans since they make your arse look good" he said.

Smirking at padfoots happy blushing face, James walked back over and sat back on sirius's bed and started to text lily,who was with Remus at the time.

At the lupins house with Remus and lily...

Third person pov(still)...

"lily stop texting prongs and Flippin help me" yelled remus lupin as he ran around flinging clothes everywhere.

But lily wasn't listening remus sighed in defeat and walked over to where lily sat and flopped back first next to her.

As she texted James smiling brightly.

Remus saw this, and grabbed her phone from her hands and jumped of his bed and looked at her phone. He looked at the most recent messages and blushed instantly.

"lily!! Why would you text that, padfoot has probably seen it now" he complained falling to his knees lily was smiling, "yes of course i had to, now sirius knows what you like him wearing" she said smugly.

Back with James and sirius...

Soon padfoot was dressed In his jeans (the ones that make his arse look good) and was standing in front of a mirror playing with his hair.

"hey! prongs" he yelled trying to put his hair into a perfect bin, "yeah pads!" came the voice of james. "has lily told you what mooney will be wearing" yelled sirius.

"no she hasn't why" yelled James, "w-well I was hoping that he would wear one of his oversized cardigans since they make him look adorable and warm" sirius stuttered blush rising to his cheeks.

"not sure pads, I check with her" said James coming in the room to grab his phone.

Messages between Jily❤️

petal❤️

Hey lils, siri wants to knkw if mooney would wear one of his oversized cardigans?

Yes he is, what about sirius?

Yeah he's wearing those jeans, I'd say we've done a great job today!

Yeah we totally have!

End of messages between Jily❤️

Third person pov

In the end remus and sirius had an amazing date together, and ended it with a kiss in the moonlight.

The end!

I'm so sorry for not updating for like a week, I've had no ideas for this oneshot, I hoped you like it and don't forget to comment Ideas for me.

Word count : 530

#sirius orion black #the marauders #marauders #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #wolfstar is canon #wolfstar #oneshot #wolfstar fluff

[otterskin]

Quick Thoughts of Loki Episode #5

Me during the First Half:

After 30 minute mark:

Me at the End of episode:

Full text thoughts below.

So those first thirty minutes, right? Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! Some crazy fun sets full of hilarious background details, this great new cast of Lokis (sad we didn't have more of Boastful Loki, he had an interesting design), some great humour and finally a little, tiny bit of Hiddleston acting off of Hiddleston, which I've wanted for awhile with all these multiple Lokis. Alligator Loki was flippin' the best, although I wanna know how Old Loki speaks whatever it is he speaks and no other Loki does. And that Alioth!! Such a fun concept in this crazy world, I loved everything about the worldbuilding and how it related to storytelling. The writing itself was a huge notch up from episodes 3 & 4 - I will be keeping an eye on Tom Kauffman (writer of this episode). This one understood how to keep 'characters walking places and talking' really engaging and interesting, it had some great one-liners that feel like classic quotable lines already (I am heartbroken to say I'm not even surprised"), it kept up its momentum but knew how to slow down for quiet moments. All in all, this was nearly the best episode in the series and definitely would have been if not for the problems in the post-30 minute mark.

I loved the random creative elements like the Battleship (from a conspiracy theory I understand), the giant Easter Egg Nest in the Van, the peacocks with little purple balls on springs for heads, and the surprise of Alioth, which fits into a show about a Norse God rather well. These all made the episode sing as a unique entry in the show and the MCU. It reminded me of the Island of Lost Toys from Rudolph and also Toy Land (Fables Comics).

Kid Loki may not have had any physical resemblance to Tom Hiddleston, but the child actor was amusingly poe-faced and dark and got a lot of chuckles out of me and I whole-heartedly embrace him as an alternate Loki. I also enjoyed the sly 'JIM' references, as that Gillen run in the comics is probably my favourite for Loki stories, even though this Kid Loki was very, very different. I don't know if there'll be more of him, but I'm on board. And of course, President Loki, although here all too briefly (I really wanted more Hiddleston-acting-off-Hiddleston action), was marvelous and charismatic and I loved the weird silky voice he had, and of course his many creatively-dressed minions that included a few other Lokis. I wish, wish, wish that had been longer. Hands down the MVP of the episode is Richard E. Grant, who took a character I was nervous for, dressed in a ridiculous costume, and made him the heart and soul of this episode. I've been feeling like Loki has been in need of another A-list actor and this was the guy. He elevated everything. His pathos, humour, and delivery were spot on, and he had such an easy chemistry with everyone, including that CGI alligator. Every moment with him was a treasure, small and large - and I especially loved his large moment fighting Alioth where he created the illusion of Asgard from memory. That was really touching and beautiful and damn did it hurt when he got munched. Good writing, great acting, just...man, I'm gonna treasure this alternate Loki in a way I didn't see coming. That was just magic. But...that brings us to the other revelation. The not-so-good one. Sylvie...I'm sorry, kid, but...

I really wanted to give this character the benefit of the doubt. I liked a lot about her in her initial introduction, but at this point it's clear - she's another MCU Action Girl Model No. 678, off the shelf. Her writing takes very few risks and gives her almost no traits I'd associate with Loki. She's just another Natasha/Gamora/Hope clone. What makes a Loki a Loki? I've talked about that before and the show almost seems to get it. But there is a crucial difference between my philosophy and theirs. They say Loki is a survivor, God of Outcasts. I say Loki is the God of getting knocked down and getting back up again, the God of Odd-Couple pairings and the Court Jester of Asgard. Sylvie might have survived, but she doesn't suffer the constant humiliation and self-effacing humour and self-hatred that makes Loki's resilience especially moving and interesting. She doesn't get to be very funny, she never gets to be clumsy or pathetic. She's never the architect of her own failure. She's never a clown. She's just stock Action Girl in a Loki crown. And since when is wanting revenge and being kick-ass enough to be called a Loki? She's just another hyper-competent female raring to be the main character while the fun, bumbling lead trails after her. And then they have to further burden her, the sole female lead and sole female Loki, with being the romantic interest. There's no getting away from it now. That's what they're driving at and God is it uncomfortable and unpleasant. What makes a good romance? What makes any good or interesting relationship on screen? Contrasting and complementing traits. Some of this on paper could work, if you could somehow get around the gut-instinct incestuous vibes. Sylvie is self-assured, Loki is not, Sylvie solves her problems with violence, Loki prefers words, but both have had a hard time connecting with people outside their families, etc. And yet they come together like three-week-old bread pudding and onions. One of these things has flavour and goes well with all sorts of dishes, and the other is a bland mess that just gets a bit lumpy when it comes in contact with a strong-tasting ingredient like Hiddleston's onion. When the episode slowed down for their romantic moment, it really slowed down, to an absolute slog. And then the worst thing happened. Loki officially stopped being the main character. I'm reminded of Ant-Man and the Wasp, where the story was really all about Wasp and her personal quest, and Scott was just around because I guess they're romantically involved or whatever. He was just following Wasp around and occasionally screwing things up. Here, it's even worse. Loki is entirely besotted with Sylvie, to the point where all he does is follow her and the only plan is her plan. His entire motivation is her. This is her story and he's just a footnote in it. She drives the plot, she has the motivation, she has the deepest emotional connection to the goings on of the story, she interacts with the villains the most and has the deepest personal connection to them. She, despite being a Loki in name only, (and not even that really) is the main character of Loki. Making Loki such a passive character, most devoted and passionate as a love interest to Sylvie than anything of his own, is just...I don't know how to process it. Loki has always been such an active, dynamic character in the films. He drives the plot entirely in THOR, and even though he's an afterthought in the writing of TDW he still very much drives his own narrative arc forward, and in Ragnarok, where the character's schtick is floundering for purpose in the wake of his father's death, he still drives forward his own arc, makes his own choices, and carries large parts of the narrative and plot. He is essential. Here? In the show supposedly named after him? He doesn't even get to have his own character arc, his own self-reflection. Instead, they use the good ol' trope of 'redemption through romance', whereby he learns to love himself by loving Sylvie. He is 'fixed' because of a romantic relationship.

That's not good character development, it's not fair to Sylvie, and it's not good writing. It's an old trope that I even consider a little bit dangerous. Believing a romantic relationship is a substitute for self-reflection and growth and personal reckoning is asking for failure at all of that, and the failure of the relationship. People - especially women - shouldn't have to fix their romantic partners, or inspire them to be their 'best versions'. Yes, there's a little more going on in the subtext than that, but it still boils down to this same, tired old trope. This was also the trope I despised most in Waldron's script The Worst Guy of All Time, which I also felt had a bland action heroine burdened with being the mirror through which the lead, flawed male could fix himself - by snogging her. Just. No. Don't do that. In addition to that...I think I've got to admit that I'm finding DiMartino a bit lacking in the role. Yes, it's thanklessly written and I do put that as the largest problem. But Grant just came in here and stormed the castle. His writing had a few stumbles too but I didn't care because his delivery and massive charisma just sailed right over those potholes. He made me care about a different Loki, and care a lot, in just one single episode. There was an electricity when he was onscreen that not only held its own with Hiddleston, but often stole his thunder. God, the way his eyes moved and focused, the wry cynicism and good humour of his voice, his offhand reverance for Kid Loki, everything he did just sparked. DiMartino doesn't have a fraction of that panache, and that's very evident in scenes with both Owen Wilson and Hiddleston, who just outcharm her at every line, despite them and the story pushing her as the lead of the story. To be clear, I like Sophia, I don't think she's a bad cast, but I honestly feel she's not keeping up. I just don't get a good sense of her character's inner life, and I don't think she brings much individual energy that no other actor could. Say what you will about Wilson and Hiddleston, but they have immense individual energy in all their roles. She's also no Hemsworth, who's leading man abilities I've always found quintessential to the Thor films - but then again, Wilson, Hiddleston, and Hemsworth are all allowed to be funny and charming, and Sylvie is more like Thor 2's Thor, a vehicle for the plot and romance. So maybe I am being too hard on her. But seriously, Marvel, let women be weird. Let them be kooky, ridiculous, silly, earnest to the point of cringe, let them be offputting and crazed and eccentric and...unique. Not MCU Action Girl Model No. 678 with a new coat of paint. Because this is just Wasp, Gamora, and Natasha. Again. Finally, another problem came to a head this episode. There's a flanderization of Loki at work here, and I do so hate to use that phrase. Their understanding of him can be quite complex sometimes and at others it’s cartoonish or based on some version of Loki that’s not been in the MCU. It’s also frustrating that the subtext of Loki has been made text, which would be fine if they gave him new subtext - which they haven't. They've also ignored quite a bit of text, like his heritage and discomfort with that, that makes the character seem a little incongruent with the guy coming off of Avengers and Thor. There's just not much happening underneath the surface anymore. It's all stated, often by the character himself. Every feeling, the meaning of every action, everything telegraphed by bullhorn. ("I think we're stronger than we realize!!" should have been a reaction shot. Classic over-writing.) I don’t have as much to dig into as I did in the films other the Easter Eggs. They keep saying the themes out loud like WandaVision did rather than trusting the audience to interpret. No, you're told exactly how to feel, every character tells you exactly what they're feeling, with no room for gray areas at all. What happened to the character it was fun to analyze and think about? How did he become a side character to someone else's story in a story that

was supposed to be about him getting his own story? I would have thought that was the point, but they’ve brushed aside everything I cared about with that character to make way for Sylvie.

His heritage? A throw away Easter egg not at all developed amd actively disregarded. His self-hatred? Well, now he wants to jump his female version’s bones so that’s all better! His relationship with his family? Whatever, now he has Sylvie and Möbius guys! He’s just met them but they get the hugs and probably the eventual kisses. (Oh god I don't want that, please.) That's not to say I'm against Loki getting a cast of his own characters (I quite enjoy his recent casts in the comics, with Leah, Verity Willis, Thori, etc.), I'm just against this large emotional pay-off being given to characters where I don't really feel that level of bond has been earned. Loki hugging Thor would be a big moment. Loki hugging Mobius is...fine, because he does seem to see Mobius as a proxy to both Thor and Odin, and I can buy that he likes him and might invest a lot of other emotions into him. But it's not fireworks. It's just...a bit of a forced emotional climax for a friendship that never quite had the time it needed (gosh, I would have loved this to be 12 episodes long and to have had three episodes just jetting around time with Moby. That would have been ideal.)

I just wish it was Loki and Mobius teaming up at the end, not Loki and... the most boring Loki ever. They do at least have a way more interesting and complex relationship than the bland Sylvie has managed to muster. This has been a long screed with a lot of negativity in it, so I'll just double-back and say that there really was so much I loved about the episode during that first half-hour. Really, the set was a character in its own right, and the Easter eggs were hilarious, non-stop and clever (so many urban legends and comics cuts). The direction was also a huge step up, with that fantastic opening shot showing the dysfunction at the TVA and recapping the previous episode better than the actual recap did, just zooming past the remains of that day. There were so many genuine surprises, really good editing, sight gags, written gags, great acting, excellent VFX (Allokigator looked stunning in every shot, better than CGI Goose in Captain Marvel!), and the writing itself was just really engaging. It felt like its own mini-movie, a fresh flavour, a new scoop of icecream below the one we've been munching on. It's the unfolding, larger writing issues surrounding Sylvie that are bringing the whole series down, but this nonetheless remains a highlight of the series and I will be returning to it with fondness.

#loki 2021 #loki thoughts #loki show #sylvie #loki

[tonberry-yoda]

Hello there! I saw the matchup you did for the valentines event for me and I would proudly like to say I was squealing and kicking my feet the whole time.

I would also like to say that I noticed that you limited yourself and only took what you could handle and that- despite never interacting with you in real life- that I am very proud of you!

Does that sound weird?

Probably.

Anyways, that's not why we're here.

We're here because I want to give YOU (yes, you) a valentines matchup as well! Because YOU (yes, you) deserve it for being such a kind person!

And the character I give you iiiiiiissss....

Jonathan! (read in an insanely thick British accent)

You seem like such a sweetheart and I know his heart would melt as soon as he met you!

When he asks you to be his valentine he would be all blushy and stuttering and all over the place cause he's so nervous.

It's endearing.

Expect forehead kisses every night when you go to bed and every morning as soon as you wake up.

On valentines day, he would try to make you breakfast in bed.

Keyword: try.

He's so proud of it you have to eat it.

It's not that bad.

Yes, it is.

He's really trying his best.

It's pretty good for an 1800s man.

He gets better as time goes on. (I swear) (trust me, I'm the skillet)

Enough about breakfast, I'm getting hungry.

He would absolutely SHOWER you with gifts.

You'll need a new room to keep all this stuff.

And they aren't cliche gifts like chocolates and flowers though. No, no, they are well-thought-out gifts that he spent HOURS picking out.

In all, he's a kind and sweet person to match your sweetness!

Take care of yourself! And love yourself!

First of all, I am so so so so happy that you enjoyed your matchup! Im not even joking when i get these messages, it makes my entire day, so i really appreciate that you sent me such a kind message.

SECOND OF ALL HOLY COW MY DUDE OMFG IM GONNA CRY

THE WAY THAT THIS SO SWEET I CANT EVEN RIGHT NOW

I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO OPEN UP MY INBOX TO A FLIPPIN MATCHUP BRO

AND JONATHAN?!?!?! I LOVE THAT BOY SO MUCH

THANK YOU SO MUCH OMFG DUDE

and it's so well written, i almost cried frfr omg

thank you so so much and i hope you have an amazing valentine's day

#tonberry answers #asks #jjba #literally sobbing rn

[telemna-hyelle]

Man, the set up of the Dark Link fight is just so good

(spoilers for Ocarina of Time to follow)

So everyone knows the design is eerie. And man, it is. But when I saw it, I was both nervous and excited, because I’d heard the setting described before and seen art and knew to expect it. 

But the thing that first hit me was when i stepped out into the room

Cause I’ve just spent the last two days sinking and rising and sinking again through water, and even though some part of my brain knew this was a solid surface it sure looks like water, so when I stepped out I expected to sink. Cause, y’know, water. I’ve become intimately familiar with sinking and rising and all that water stuff. 

And then you don’t, and I just immediately felt unsettled. Because my old familiar rhythm was suddenly turned on it’s head. 

So I start walking towards the eerie island in the middle, and I see my reflection under my feet. 

Heh. Nice touch. I think

I step on to the island and brace for Dark Link to appear--and he doesn’t

Everything is absolutely still and silent.

So I reason I need to go to the other little building in the room to make the fight start, and start walking. I’m halfway there when all of a sudden I realize my reflection is gone. 

My heart skipped a beat, and then starts racing. I spin around and see this faint, faint, faint outline against the tree on the island, just staring at me. 

Yikes

The thing is, I thought I knew. I thought I was prepared. I was scared for the fight because it was going to be hard not because it was gonna be scary. 

But man did they do a good job designing that fight

Also Dark Link will stand on your sword and then backflip off and that’s flippin metal

I had to stop to eat so now I’m off to fight him again, let’s hope I won’t die.

#loz ocarina of time #water temple #dark link #tellie tries her best to play games

[crystalrose555]

Don't make me slap you pt 20

Oh boy, this one’s a long noodle~

“How about this one?”

“No.” “Ok, this one?” “No.”

“Levi, why did you bother tagging along if you are just going to turn down every outfit?”

“Because I still think that Marley shouldn’t go. She should stay home with me.”

“Over my dead body, Levi. This is one of the biggest parties of the year, anyone who's anyone is going to be there and Mochi and I are going to be stunning together~” Levi groaned as he looked around Majolish, seeing the vast amount of customers looking for clothing and outfits for the upcoming event. Meanwhile, Marley sighed as she placed clothing back on the rack and turned to the brothers.

“Yeah, I don’t think this is going to work. You demons sure are long, have any of you heard of the terms ‘plus and petite’?”

“See? Look, it’s fate, Marley and I are just going to stay home and marathon The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl.” Levi sharply proclaimed with a triumphant smile on his face.

Asmo gave a flat look at Levi before turning to Marley with a beaming smile.

“Mochi honey, why don’t we ask Levi to make your outfit?” Levi nearly choked on air as he realized what was happening.

“Wait, Levi, you know how to sew clothing?”

“Y-yeah, I just sew together cosplays and stuff, it’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a pretty big deal to me, all I can are patch-up jobs. It’s really impressive.” Marley smiled at the nervous demon.

Levi’s face quickly heated up as a crooked smile formed across his face. Asmo, seeing his brother falling for his bait, turned and held Marley close, sealing the deal.

“Don’t worry, Mochi, I’ll design something beautiful for you so that you don’t look like a costume disaster~”

“Like hell, normie! For your information, I’ve done custom requests that have won many cosplay competitions, so I can make something that will look great on her!”

“Oh really, then I assume you won’t need any help with Mochi’s measurements~”

“Her m-measurements?” Levi stammered out.

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“Alright, make sure you are all on your best behavior. This may be a party but I don’t want an incident like last time, do you hear me?”

“Oi, why are you starin’ at me when you say that?” “Because you are usually the first one to cause trouble.”

Lucifer sighed as he took a good look at his brothers in their polished demon forms. Surely, there will be a day when they would be able to carry themselves like proper lords of Devildom but sadly this party wasn’t one of them. He peered through his fingers and took a glance down to see a grumpy Marley who had a purple bow on top of her head for the occasion. He smirked at the sight and took his leave, disappearing into the crowd to go to Diavolo’s side in the far distance. His brothers took a sigh of relief while Marley tried to scratch off the stubborn accessory.

“It’s no use, Mochi. It’s enchanted to stay on during the party.” Satan declared while stroking his chin.

She just snorted at him, flipped on her back, and flailed about wildly on the floor. Spectators stared and giggled at the fuzzy animal flopping on the marble, leaving the demon brothers looking away in embarrassment. In a haste, Mammon squatted down to her while his brothers tried to block some of the gazes.

“Hey, it ain’t comin’ off, so quit flippin’ out like a fuckin’ tuna!” He barked.

Marley stopped and barked back at Mammon’s face, causing him to fall back on his bottom. At that exact time, Asmo turned up his natural charm and drew the eyes of all the spectators to his form. Satan sighed and gave a slight nod to Beel who then picked up the irritated seal and quickly walked off with her slapping against his forearm in annoyance.

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Levi paced back and forth in a less crowded spot in the grand hall while Satan and Mammon stared at him in disapproval.

“Levi, will you stop? You’re going to wear out the floor at that rate.” Satan pointed out.

“Why am I the only one who’s worried? This is a major story event and it always gets crazy during story events!”

“Can you translate? I don’t speak nerd.” Mammon jeered.

“I’m saying something already went wrong! She shouldn’t need this long to shed her skin, she was dressed back at the house!” “Hmm, maybe that bow had a stronger effect than we thought.” Satan contemplated.

“Naw, that ain’t it, take a look.”

Suddenly, Mammon pointed in the distance, drawing his brothers’ attention to Asmo leading Marley to the opposite side of the room.

“That dirty double-crossing normie!” Levi hissed as he slithered through the crowd, leaving Satan and Mammon to follow.

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“Isn’t she the cutest when she’s next to me?” Asmo chimed as he held Marley tightly while showing her off.

Simeon and Solomon chuckled while Luke and Marley shared a sigh from Asmo’s enthusiasm of showing her off as much as possible. 

“Yes, she’s very lovely, Asmo, but maybe you would like to let your friend breathe on her own.” Simeon gently suggested.

Pouting, Asmo released Marley from his grip and then latched onto Solomon’s arm. Marley straightened up and gently straightened her outfit with a sigh of relief while everyone else gave into soft laughter.

“But truthfully, you look astonishing tonight, Marley. I take it that Asmo designed it himself?” Simeon pointed out.

Marley looked down at herself with slight embarrassment before answering.

“Levi and Asmo made it for me when we couldn’t find anything on the rack. I have to say that when I heard about a party, I wasn’t expecting this.” She claimed while looking around at the extravagant hall.

“Hmph, I guess demons can throw a pretty decent party once in a while.” Luke snarked. 

“Luke, don’t be rude, besides you’ve been eating everything from the desserts since we’ve got here.”

“Only for research! Besides, I wanted to see Mochi again since I can barely find her at school.” Luke stammered out with a red face.

“You really like Mochi, don’t you, Luke?” Simeon teased.

Luke turned his head with a hmph and rushed over to the dessert spread in the distance. Simeon shook his head and followed after him, leaving Marley alone with Asmo and Solomon chuckling. The music picked up and swelled as demons began to swarm the dance floor in couples. 

“Marley, any chance I can have your first dance?” Solomon asked with a smile.

Marley tilted her head gently to the side.

“I guess so but I don’t know how to waltz.”

“Don’t worry, Solomon is a great dancer, Marley. I’m leaving you in good hands, so have fun~”

With that, Asmo left the duo alone to attend to his admirers. Taking his hand, Marley followed Solomon to the dance floor and slowly joined the musical current that had trapped all the dancers. 

“See, you’re a natural Marley.”

“Really? I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up.” “I don’t think that’s what you’re really worried about. You’re worried that someone will recognize you from school, am I right? It would be bad for anyone to realize that you party-crashed this event.”

“I guess you got me there, but Levi and Asmo placed an enchantment on my dress to make me unrecognizable to everyone here unless I reveal myself to them.”

“I remember that spell, Asmo had me develop it so he could see what people say about him but that only lasted an hour or so before he wanted attention again.” He sighed causing Marley to chuckle.

“I have to admit, I’m having more fun dancing than I thought.” “I’m glad, it’s a lot easier to waltz on two feet than four flippers, huh?” “Yea-”

Marley’s mouth snapped shut as she shot a sharp glare on the white-haired sorcerer who smiled carelessly. Her grip tightened into a vice as cold air radiated from her body. Ice crystals started to form on Solomon’s shoulder as she dug her nails in.

“Easy, easy, that spell won’t last if you cause a scene,” Solomon warned with a smile.

Marley turned her head away from him, her eyes glanced over coldly.

“Come now, don’t give me the cold shoulder. I finally got a chance to talk to you. ” He chuckled.

“...How?”

“I had a bit of a feeling since seals aren’t common as witch familiars but Asmo confirmed my suspicions.”

Marley’s icy gaze returned along with her biting cold.

“Don’t be mad at Asmo, he had the best intentions. You want to go home, right? I’m surprised you lasted so long without returning to the sea but I guess hanging out with Leviathan has its advantages.”

The duo continued to dance and swirl while Marley remained silent.

“...What do you want then? There’s no reason for you to help me and you don’t seem the type to completely give in to Asmo.”

Solomon offered a warm smile in return.

“I just want a chance to talk with you, I’ve always wanted to meet a selkie. Your people are such rare creatures and whenever I find one, they always turn back into a seal and swim away.”

“Are you sure it isn’t the fact you’re a shady magician?”

“Come on, now that’s mean! ”Solomon laughed out hardily as they continued to spin.

#obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me mc #obey me oc #obey me! #lucifer #diavolo #mammon #obey me levi #levi #obey me asmo #asmo #beel #satan #leviathan #mochi story fanfic #crystalrose555 #mochi #obey me beel

[sylvie-writes]

Clumsy

50. “You’re the clumsiest person I know…how did you survive past childhood?”

My first Sebastian Stan fic! (what a better way to start my break than ending with two fics in one day?)

hehehe, I took this from my prompt list bc I needed inspo. I had another fic in mind but it was stoopid [Ransom Drysdale voice]. Soooo here we are…

I’m gonna say it once more, I feel this isn’t my best writing (that’s why it is a hc)

Please pardon any mistakes!

I promise I will come back with a fresh mindset and better writing! 

Translation: băiat=boy

Enjoy loves!

It all started at 9 am this morning.

Sebastian had left for a photoshoot and you were still trying to figure out how to spend your day. 

As you were just about to make breakfast, Sebastian’s mom called and invited you to brunch. 

She was just the sweetest lady, a second mother to you basically.

All the time she insisted that you called her mom, which after a while, you finally did. 

Clearly, she had taken a liking to you all those years ago, a feeling you definitely reciprocated. 

So while at his photoshoot, Sebastian had gotten three missed calls from his mom and a bunch of texts. 

Come to find out, you were in the hospital and he immediately dashed out of the photoshoot. 

Now here we are, a nervous Sebastian pacing the halls, trying to find your room.

Eventually, he calmed down, came to his senses and found the room, your bright smile greeting him.

He hadn’t known what had happened and he expected the worse while on his way over. 

Sebastian took a seat beside your hospital bed, taking in your form. Right arm in a cast, and your left knee slightly elevated and in a cast.

“How in the hell did you do this, babe?”

A quiet giggle fell from your lips, the man beside you, looking at you with a confused expression. 

“Well, you see...I fell down the steps. Landed on my knee, fractured my kneecap, also landed on my right arm and broke it.” 

Shaking his head in disbelief, Sebastian let out a sigh at your constant stumbles, it’s like every week you were falling or slipping.

Last weekend you went to get a drink from the fridge and somehow managed to slip on your dress. 

To top it all off, later that night when you got out of the shower, you managed to hit your head on the shower door. Your boyfriend came rushing to your side, but you were just smiling like nothing had happened.

In all honesty, either you had a high pain tolerance or you were just desensitized. Maybe both. 

“Now, how did you manage to trip on the stairs, (y/n)?” Like a parent to a child, Sebastian looked at you with raised eyebrows and pursed lips awaiting your answer. 

“Uh well, it’s really quite a funny story you know-”

His unamused stare prompted you to quickly get back on track with the story. 

“Your mom had offered to take me out for brunch, so as I was walking down the stairs to greet her, someone rang the doorbell and it scared the cheese out of me. I slightly jumped and missed the stair below apparently…” 

Looking at Sebastian, a bashful look on your face, he just burst into laughter, you joining along, relieved he didn’t scold you. 

“You’re the clumsiest person I know…how did you survive past childhood?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you just continued to happily talk with him.

“In other words, the person who rang the doorbell delivered your nasty protein shakes. I hope it was worth it.” 

“Ah, I was wondering when they’d come in! And they aren’t nasty, you just have to try them again.”

“Says the man who literally grimaces as he drinks one.” 

Sebastian’s phone went off, a text from his mom.

“Mom brought us some food, she also wants to see you. I’ll be right back!” 

Getting up from his seat, Sebastian leaned over the hospital bed and kissed you until the smile growing on your face broke your sealed lips. 

Soon Ms. Stan came up with Sebastian, some takeout from the nearby burger joint.

The three of you talked, enjoying your burgers and the playful banter between Ms. Stan and Sebastian, every time he teased you.

“She’s so klutzy, maybe I should wrap her in bubble wrap.”

Jokingly, you ‘angrily’ threw a french fry at Sebastian, which he actually caught with his mouth.

“Oh hush, băiat! You are just as clumsy. Should I mention the time you were playing baseball and--

“Okay okay! I surrender. Wow, my own mother.” 

In mock offense, Sebastian brought his hand to his chest, mouth open in surprise. 

Laughing, you leaned over the bed rails and kissed his cheek.

“You are such a big baby.” 

Later that day, the doctors gave you the green light to head home.

Sebastian slowly helped you in the car, taking care of you as if you were a piece of the finest china.

“Make sure you don’t hit your head. And I’m being serious.”

You just stuck your tongue out at him as he returned the gesture, closing the passenger door. 

The traffic was terrible, and you both sat in a sea of cars for about half an hour.

To pass time you did some car karaoke. 

I got my hands up,

They're playin' my song

You know I'm gonna be okay

Yeah, it's a party in the USA

Yeah it's a party in the USA

While singing, Sebastian had locked his hand in yours and used it as a microphone.

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb

In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

“Oh no babe! Looks like we can’t sing this one!”

Sebastian gestured to your leg and you looked up at the song title, turning your head, you squinted at him, a retort on the edge of your lips.

“You are mean, you know that?

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody

I wanna feel the heat with somebody

Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody

With somebody who loves me

Sure, your song playlist may have been a little bit of a hodgepodge, but they were fun to sing and definitely killed a lot of time. 

You were sure the people in the cars beside you might’ve been concerned for yours and Sebastian’s sanity. 

Do you remember the 21st night of September?

Love was changing the minds of pretenders

While chasing the clouds away...

Then, all of a sudden, an all too familiar song came on and you knew, you just knew, Sebastian was about to have a ball with this one. 

“This should be your theme song, babe.”

You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'

 Clumsy 'cause I'm fallin' in love (in love)

You got me slippin', tumblin', sinkin', fumblin'...

“Oh shut up smartass.”

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