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middleearthpixie · 1 year

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Wanted Man ~ Chapter Two

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters:McKenna, Loki

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.4k

Tag List: @fizzyxcustard @court-jobi @guardianofrivendell

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Previous chapters can be found here!

The woman was terrified. She tried not to show it, but he saw the fear in her eyes as she glanced at the phone, and then at him again.

His head throbbed. His chest hurt. The wound from the Kursed’s spear hadn’t quite healed yet. It took longer when he disguised himself, and for the past few weeks, he’d managed to convince most of Asgard, including his brother, Thor, that he was dead. Why, Odin himself even publicly mourned Loki's death. That Loki was the one masquerading as Odin mattered not.

But, while he’d been safe in the Asgardian dungeons, he was not so safe outside of them. There was a price on his head. A steep price. And that meant Odin had to revert back to his true form and make a quick exit from Asgard.

The true Odin would have no memory of what happened. No one would dare question why he didn’t remember this, or that, and since even Thor was convinced Loki died with honor, everything would remain evenly keeled. As long as Loki remained outside of Asgard.

Trouble was, he had the feeling he’d landed in the wrong realm. This woman looked like a Midgardian. A short Midgardian, but one just the same.

She stared at him now, with that fearful look he knew all too well. The one that meant he would remain firmly in control. Which was exactly what he needed. Control.

“I’ll not ask again,” he told her, bracing a hand on a low table to steady himself as he stood. His legs were a little shaky, but he’d be damned if he’d show any sign of weakness. This woman—this Midgardian woman—would help him. She just didn’t know it yet.

“It’s…” Her voice wavered but she cleared her throat and started over, “it’s Brunswick. New Jersey. I guess it’s the Earth realm?”

She eyed a rectangular piece of black plastic again, so with a wave of his left hand, Loki swept the item from the counter into his grip. “You don’t need this.”

“How did you get in here?”

He set the box on the table at his knee. “You don’t need to know that, either.”

“My boyfriend is asleep,” she gestured with one hand down a shadowy hallway, “just down there and he will kick your ass. All I have to do is scream.”

“Really? I think you’re lying.” His right knee ached as he took a step toward her. The battle on Svartalfheim, so close on the heels to the humiliating pounding he’d taken at the hands of the Hulk in New York, left him with various aches and pains in equally various stages of healing. Normally, he was a quick healer, but so many injuries at one time? It was going to take a little longer still.

He rubbed his forehead with one hand. Everything would be so much simpler if it just fell into place the way it was supposed to fall. If that oaf, Thor, had just stayed here and not returned to Asgard to ruin everything…

No sense in lingering in the past, he supposed, even if that past was now the reason why he was on the run, like some common criminal.

He lowered his hand to find her still staring at him. “Well? Where is this boyfriend of your threats?”

“He’s… a heavy sleeper,” she hedged.

She lied. He knew it and what was more, she knew that he knew.

But at the same time, he was too tired for threats. Threats could wait until the morning. For now? He just wanted to sit. And a drink wouldn’t be turned away, either.

With that, he glanced over at the comfortable-looking pale blue sofa just on the other side of the low table. Too inviting to resist. He moved to it and sank into the softness with only the slightest hint of a groan.

“Don’t make yourself comfortable,” she said, her gaze falling back to the black plastic rectangle on the table. “You’re not staying here.”

“I think I am.” The cat meowed from somewhere across the room, but didn’t emerge from its hiding spot and Loki looked up at the Midgardian. “Do you have a name?”

“What?”

“A name. Surely people call you something.”

“Call me—look, dude, I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but you’re not staying and I’m not—”

“Your name.” He leaned forward, clasped hands dangling between his knees. “What is it?”

Her back stiffened, although his voice never changed pitch. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the counter. “Why?”

“Because you’re going to help me, and I’d rather not have to address you as ‘You’ each time I speak to you. Now,” he couldn’t hold back his irritated sigh; of course he had to land here, in a stubborn woman’s apartment, “your name?”

“McKenna. My name is McKenna.”

“Odd name.”

She shot him a look. “And Loki isn’t?”

That made him smile. Stubborn, but with spirit. He liked that. But his smile faded as she added, “I saw what you did in New York. Why are you back, after that?”

“Not by choice, I assure you.” He brought his feet up onto the table, crossing his legs at the ankles. Her expression shifted to one of scolding, but before she could say anything, he added, “My back’s a little sore. Your floor didn’t exactly provide for a soft landing.”

“Maybe you should’ve picked somewhere else to land then.”

“The choice was not mine and I was in a hurry.” He rubbed his forehead again, and then peered up at her. “You can sit. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“How did you get in here without ruining my ceiling?” she asked, looking up at the perfectly intact ceiling.

“That’s the most pressing question you have?”

“Well, not the most pressing, I guess. But I’m curious. How?”

“You think if you keep me talking, I’ll forget why I’m here to begin with?” He shook his head. “I suppose that works on most mortals, but it’s not going to work on me. I’m here because I need your help and you’re going to give me what I want, without hesitation. Or else… well, you might not like or else.”

Her eyes widened. From across the room, he couldn’t tell what color they were, but judging by the pale blonde of her hair, he was going to guess blue. Or maybe green. It seemed to him most of the pale Midgardians were pale in every way.

But, she didn’t cower, he’d give her that. He had the feeling she wouldn’t kneel so easily, like the fools in Stuttgart did. For the most part, Midgardians were made to be ruled—and would have knelt if his brother and his idiot friends hadn’t stuck their noses in—but this one didn’t seem so acquiescent.

“My help? How can I help you?”

“We’ll discuss it in the morning.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “And don’t think to try anything.” He lifted his right hand toward the table.

“My phone! What the—where did it go?”

“You won’t need it. Not tonight, anyway.”

“I won’t need… it’s mine and who cares if you think I don’t need it. Wherever you sent it, I want it back.”

He lifted his head and opened his eyes to scowl at her. “You’ll get it back. In time.”

Her eyes actually flashed as she swiped something up from the counter and fired it at him. The notepad had a large magnet on its back, and that sort of hurt when it slammed into the middle of his chest with a dull thunk, but somehow, he had the feeling she expected it to do more damage than that.

“Go to bed, Midgardian. We’ll talk more in the morning.” He gestured toward the front door, sealing it tight, and then tossed the notepad onto the table. “And if you think to throw anything else at me, you might regret it.”

“Next time I’ll make sure there’s something heavier within reach.”

“I’m sure you will,” he sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes once more. “I’m sure you will.”

#Loki #Loki Fanfic #Loki x ofc #Tom Hiddleston #Thor #Romance #Is it hot in here?#Jersey girl

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my-head-is-an-animal · 10 months

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Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 20 - Clinic Confessions

It was two weeks of silence from Anna and for whatever reason he’d been drawn towards Cuddy, her office was being refurbished and she was using his office. It was messing with his emotions and he hated it. He couldn’t stop thinking about kissing Cuddy, but every time he did, he felt the need to go and see Anna.

She was doing a lot better, she’d gone to the sleep clinic and was scheduled to have surgery to remove the shrapnel still in her shoulder. At least she was getting herself seen to and that was all he really wanted for Anna. He kept up to date on her progress and made sure to stay at a distance. He didn’t know what to do.

‘Well, how do you feel about her?’ Wilson asked while they had lunch. House gave him a blank look. ‘Anna. How do you feel about Anna?’

House didn’t say anything, but he shifted feeling guilty.

‘Okay. How do you feel about Cuddy?’

House inhaled deeply. ‘I don’t feel anything about Cuddy.’ He said and caught Wilson’s attention. ‘Anna checked into the sleep clinic downstairs. She’s going to start a course of treatment after her surgery, should help her sleep better.’

‘I thought she slept better when you were there?’

‘In case you didn’t notice, we’re not exactly an item anymore.’ House was reverting back to his usual childish self.

‘And why is that? She clearly misses you.’

‘No, she doesn’t.’

‘She’s lost weight again,’ Wilson stopped him from getting up and leaving. ‘Every time you guys break up, Anna loses weight, you get even more miserable than usual and then suddenly you’re back together. You’re the ultimate on again off again couple. Even I struggle to keep up.’

House didn’t want to continue the conversation, he got up to leave.

‘Just talk to her.’ Wilson stopped him again. ‘She needs someone to help her through the next couple of weeks.’

Since the gunman, I was feeling better. The pain was getting better and the surgery was scheduled and finally I was seeing something positive that didn’t include House. Cuddy had been dancing around me, but I kept things professional and soon we found a working relationship that functioned. I didn’t have much interest beyond that. I was polite and congratulated her when she fostered a baby that a patient had given up, but I couldn’t go any further than that.

Suddenly the four walls of my office became more and more more appealing.

‘Anna?’ Wilson entered whilst I was doing some paperwork.

‘Wilson, what can I do for you?’ I had the worst feeling about this.

‘Spoken to House recently?’

I half laughed. ‘I’m glad you got straight to the point. And no, I haven’t seen any reason to.’

Wilson nodded and stood in front of my desk. ‘When’s your surgery?’

‘Two weeks, why?’

‘You need help getting home or anything?’ He seemed genuinely interested in offering his help and I took a little pity on him.

‘Actually that would be nice.’ I smiled, gently. ‘Thank you.’

‘Anytime.’

House’s pain was getting worse in his leg, he was still not dealing with his feelings around Anna, he didn’t know what he was supposed to say, he knew what he wanted to say, he wanted to tell her he was sorry and ask if they could pick up where they left off, maybe he could help her recover after her surgery, but he barely even saw her anymore.

They happened to be doing clinic hours at the same time, but Anna kept her distance and weaved in and out of him while they worked. He caught one of the nurses exchanging cash as she turned away from him, pretending he wasn’t there.

‘What’s that?’ He asked.

‘Just a little bet.’ They replied and House exhaled hard through his nose, he knew exactly what they were betting on.

He tried to get on with another patient, but he couldn’t stand knowing she was in the next exam room and ignoring him. House walked in while she was checking the obese middle age man’s ears.

‘We need to talk.’ He said, closing the door behind him.

‘I’m a bit busy here.’ She said, checking the other ear.

House took a seat on the stool she wasn’t using. ‘I’m sorry.’ He said, watching her movements slow. ‘What I did was stupid and I wasn’t thinking rationally.’ She let a heavy breath go and checked the patient’s glands. ‘I know I can’t ask you to forgive me, but can you at least tell me what to do?’

‘What do you want me to say, House?’ Anna finally turned to face him. ‘I’m not angry. I knew what I was getting myself into and you proved me right. If you’d rather keep this casual then that’s fine, but don’t ask me for more when you don’t know what that means or you’d rather sleep with other people. I don’t care if I’m not the only person you’re interested in, but give me the respect of telling me.’

‘You are the only person I’m interested in.’ He snapped.

‘Well clearly not, otherwise you wouldn’t have done it.’

Anna wrote some notes in the patients file and House soothed his leg, taking out his Vicodin bottle.

‘If you don’t mind my saying so,’ the patient said, not so quietly to Anna. ‘You could do better.’

‘Hey!’ House exclaimed.

‘What?!’ The patient shrugged. ‘If you’re going to cheat on someone who looks like that and has brains enough to be a doctor, then you deserve to get dumped. Plus British chicks are automatically hotter than American girls.’

‘Stop flirting with her, you’re not her type, trust me.’

‘Neither are you apparently.’

House caught Anna smiling amused, but she didn’t say anything.

‘What did you see in this guy anyway?’

Anna cleared her throat and closed the file. ‘Unfortunately his redeeming qualities are few and far between, but he has his talents.’ House gave a look that said I told you so to the patient. ‘You’ve got the flu, go home, take some paracetamol and drink plenty of fluids, you’ll be fine.’

Anna sent the patient away, giving into defeat, leaving House alone with her. It was quiet while she finished up with the file.

‘I can’t think of anything to say.’ He told her, quietly. ‘I wish I knew how to fix this.’

‘There is no fixing it House, there’s nothing left to fix.’ Anna said, but she looked incredibly sad about saying it. ‘I have to go.’

Anna closed the file, she walked towards the door and slowed to look at him like she wanted to say something, but words seemed to escape her as well. Maybe it really was over.

Wilson could see that Anna was nervous about the surgery, she was also annoyed that House was watching her whenever he got the chance.

‘What’s going on between you two?’ Wilson sat opposite her for lunch, it was one of the only times he’d seen her actually out of her office or even the cardiology department.

‘Nothing.’ She chuckled and continued reading through the newspaper next to her.

‘Okay.’ He continued to observe her. ‘You want time to come up with a different answer?’

‘There is no different answer.’ She finally looked up at him. ‘He likes Cuddy, he wouldn’t have kissed her if he didn’t.’

‘He doesn’t like Cuddy,’ Wilson urged her. ‘He’s in love with you and he doesn’t know how to process it . You’re important to him, he doesn’t know how to treat you, you have to show him how to do it.’

‘No I don’t, because we’re not together.’

‘But you should be.’ Wilson snapped, he quickly recomposed himself. ‘You are better doctors when you’re together.’

‘Wilson, it was never a real relationship,’ she urged him to understand. ‘It was casual, we had fun hanging out and getting drunk and that was it.’

‘He bought you a piano.’ Wilson tried a different angle. ‘You let him keep a painting. You both admitted that you loved each other. Anna, it was real.’

Her eyes suddenly flashed a warning. She thought for a moment. ‘Why would you do this to me?’ She asked, he suddenly felt like he’d made a mistake. ‘I’m just about to go into surgery, I am terrified because I hate going under anaesthetic and the last thing I need to think about is how I feel about Greg.’

Wilson watched her get up and leave the table. The last chance he had to force them back together was the surgery at the end of the week.

‘You have to take Anna home after her surgery on Friday.’ Wilson caught House just before he left for the evening.

‘No, I don’t.’

‘I can’t do it, I have to go to Cuddy’s to help with the baby.’ Wilson lied and he knew House could see it. ‘Anna is terrified of surgery, she doesn’t like going under and there is only so much her friends can do to help her, but you can make her brave. You did it before with the gunman, you can do it again now and you should.’

Wilson left his office and prayed House did the right thing.

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mousterian-writes · 1 year

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Character Relationship Tag

Tagged by @late-to-the-fandom

A fun exercise! I went with Kel’Thuzad. He’s the most developed character I write for and he is the main POV in almost everything I write for this fandom (unpublished ofc). I will also touch on some relationships that might not appear in Staff Envy but sort of color his perspective.

Modera

His old flame. They met sometime between the first and second war when they were both assigned to study the Dark Portal and the fall out from Karazhan. He was impressed with her wit, drive and her magical ability and they had a short-term project dalliance. I think their relationship became more serious following the second war, but it remained a secret. Even though they were seeing each other they did not belong to the same coalitions on the council & their working relationship could be acrimonious at times. That being said, their relationship didn’t end with his removal from the council. If anything KT saw it as an opportunity (this was perhaps optimistic of him). But, once he went north & realized the finality of his situation he stopped thinking about her. Both to protect Modera, but also himself. He didn’t want it to be something Ner'zhul could use to threaten him with.

Titus Rivendare

People talk about Kel’Thuzad and Arthas’s friendship a lot, and I wouldn't deny that they were friends. BUT they never talk about his other canonical friend. And this one has more potential history behind it because they have been friends for longer.

In stuff I write, Titus has known Kel’Thuzad for his whole life, since Julian (his father) was one of the mage’s patrons. He always thought of KT as part of his family. Titus was the first death knight Kel’Thuzad created when he needed a “proof of concept” to sell the other nobles when he was creating the Cult.

Titus is one of the few people that will tell Kel no. He tells the truth even when it hurts and he tries to protect Kel’Thuzad from himself.

Cassandra Fairbreeze aka Lady Deathwhisper

They are kind of an item. I think she likes him more than he likes her & it's more of a political relationship. But, they were sleeping with each other before his death and that carried over into undeath for both of them. Being liches their bodies are more compatible than with the living so they’re also a little stuck with each other.

Cassandra is a busy body, which is fitting for the spy mistress. But, she is also possessive, insecure and neurotic. She will lash out if she thinks her position or her relationship is threatened.

Blighterghast/ Ghastly

The last of the plague dragons. He’s like a son to KT. At eight he is developing into a powerful drake. Though, he is more interested in studying magic and being an upstanding member of the cult of the damned. Kel’Thuzad wants both of those things, but he doesn't want Ghastly to ignore the dragon part of his life. He worries that he gets bullied by other dragons & doesn’t want him to get discouraged.

Vael

His daughter with Modera. As of posting they haven’t really interacted much in the story (he literally just found out about her). But they will have some time together in future chapters. He loves her! Most of their bonding will be plant focused & sneaking some magic lessons in.

Lesser Characters and Non-Staff Envy Participants

Ner’zhul

The OG lich king. I think their initial relationship was exciting, a bit dangerous and one that KT thought he had some control over. Until he arrived in Icecrown. I HC that Ner’zhul was not very creative & lacked imagination. He was interested in KT because he had a bit of an outsider’s perspective and he had big ideas. Also, KT had an interest in orcish magic (his original reason for pursuing Necromancy). I also tend to treat language as something that matters more in setting & if he spoke orcish it would also make everything easier. I don’t think that Kel liked Ner’zhul but he did allow him a large amount of freedom where plans were concerned.

They both held the goal of defeating the Burning Legion, and this was something KT privately used to absolve himself of responsibility.

Arthas

They're friends. That being said, I think there is a difference between Arthas, the death knight (who he is friends with) and Arthas the lich king. Once he merges with Ner’zhul he becomes a different person & one that is basically responsible for Kel’Thuzad’s enslavement and torture. I think the original naxx audio has some interesting tonal inflections in it, but I also have brainworms. So, there’s that.

Personally, I’m not suuuper interested in KT’s life between his mortal death and Arthas’s death, so I will probably not write many stories about them, sorry!

Saphiron

I think Arthas probably bit off more than he could chew when he resurrected Saphiron. As a result he’s just not all there. KT wants to restore some of his personality to the dragon and works on the spells surrounding those components but it's not an easy task even for a master.

Brann Bronzebeard Modera’s friend. Some people don’t care if people like them. Kel’Thuzad cares A LOT if Brann likes him. Unfortunately Brann thinks he’s a git.

Antonidas and Drenden

The opposition party. Kel’Thuzad never saw eye to eye with them. I do have an idea for a thriller type story that I may write down the line that will set the stage for the conditions of KT’s removal from the council, but I wouldn't go into that here.

#my writing #tag games #thanks for the tag!#staff envy

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mara777 · 2 years

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Hi! Could you do a blog post on settling into a new place and how to feel okay. Like settling into a new school or activity environment.

Hihi yes ofc - sorry for the late response

Settling into a new place & how to feel okay with it.

First time settling into a new place you will feel frustrated reason being you have so much things to move in also your first few weeks will feel foreign and it requires alot of patience.

The first thing you want to do is unpack your clothes first - Nate Berkus an interior designer stated (Most people start unpacking the common spaces first, but I foucs my efforts on my closest because Monday's are hard enough without having to search for your favorite sweater) - So as he said I think everyone should do this especially if you are moving into a new place where things will feel foreign to you

After you can unpack any other item you want, but don't forget make your bed take care of your room make your room feel like home well I mean you have to make the entire house feel like home but most people spend alot of time in their bedroom so you decorate put cute rugs anything you wanna add to suite you

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Moving onto Kitchen and Bathroom

I think the Bathroom is the easiest thing to take care of and to unpack....you unpack your skin care stuff & toiletries to stay organized there are containers you can buy from Amazon or any store that household items that way things won't get lost. If you have any other things that you want to put into the washroom and bath area you can put them into cupboards that way you can easily find these things like example bags or hangers etc.

Kitchen for utensils sperate spoons, forks & knives from each other there are dividers you can put them into it helps you stay more organized and it will look neat

The fridge any vegetables you can put them in the last draw of the fridge any meat you can freeze them put them at the top shelf in the fridge or underneath shelf for drinks and other things that you need to put in the fridge can simply go in the middle shelf so nothing is jammed together

Your living room this is a place you want everything to be neat because you can have family or visitors over I would highly recommend you get couch covers for your couch so they won't get dirty the good thing about couch covers you can remove them and wash them if they get dirty.

Your tv can be on a shelf or you can put it on the wall on a tv stand ( always make sure to dust your tv 📺 )

I think that's mostly it that can help you to settle into your new space because I know it will feel foreign to you ...you will feel frustrated because of all these things you have to do but the process of this is going to be worth it in the end.

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I can't tell you how to feel with this but you should feel happy right your moving into new place you will feel different maybe sad especially if it's you alone or you may be happy..moving into this new space it will feel strange or foreign to you as I said but it's okay to feel these emotions sad, happy, angry. soon enough it will feel like home to you ..everything will be alright.

I hope your moving process goes smoothly and just how you want it to go.

Love you🤍

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pokemonratingblog · 9 months

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My experience with (and review of) Pokemon Red.

As part of the entire gimmick of this page, I am replaying and ranking the pokemon games in order.

First, I did what any reasonable person would do and picked bulbasaur. I named it "SmartFridg" because the naming scheme for this run is fridge models and there was not enough space to write "Samsung Smart Fridge". After that, I instantly caught a pidgey, naming it "KFpkmnFPBEA". There comes a huge issue, being that there is no way to input numbers into usernames in gen 1, so I just substituted the numbers from "KF86FPBEA" with the Pk and Mn symbols. With that out of the way, I swept Brock with my bulbasaur, went to Mt. Moon, caught a geodude and named it "PFEpkmnKYNFS". I then proceeded to take the dome fossil (better than helix. fight me) and then sweep Misty with my ivysaur.

With the 2 pushovers out of the way, I caught a drowzee and named it "LFXSpkmnpkmnpkS", I beat Gary's ass, did the SS. Anne stuff, beat Gary's ass again, and then challenged Lt Surge. The Lt Surge fight was awful, It took me like 12 tries to get the rng for the gym puzzle (and then I swept Lt. Surge with my somewhat underleveled geodude because all of the fights in the early game are pushovers). After getting my rightfully earned Flash HM, I taught it to my drowzee because I couldnt be assed to catch something else to teach it to.

I then ventured through Rock Tunnel, where my geodude evolved into a graveler and I had to face the divine wrath of 1000 zubats.

I then fought Gary in Lavender town (not before completely forgetting to heal :3), wherein his first 2 pokemon fell to my graveler, every one of my pokemon except my still somewhat underleveled drowzee fell to his gyarados, and my underleveled drowzee earned a medal of honor for his brave service in sweeping the fuck out of 3 pokemon who were like 5 levels up on him each. This drowzee will never leave my team. Also I went up the tower forgetting I need the silph scope so it was kind of an embarassing walk back down.

Notably, after the lavender town fight, I did some grinding and evolved my drowzee into a hypno.

I then fought Erika in Celadon City. This fight was… also a pushover. It wasn't a clean sweep like the first 3 but it was pretty damn easy. Keep in mind I'm like 2 levels down on her pokemon and my team consists of 4 members and an oddish I caught to use cut. Using the TM i got from erika, I taught my ivysaur mega drain to replace it's vine whip.

I went to the celadon city department store. I tried to buy some great balls. but it turns out. my inventory is full??? I decided to use a rare candy to clear up a spot. I am really glad they removed the inventory space limit in future games.

I went to the game corner rocket hideout. All these collectible items and I'm struggling with the storage in my backpack. I know I can put my items in the pc but I was too lazy to do that. I used the thunder wave TM I got earlier on my hypno, and the dig TM i got earlier on my graveler. I got a double edge TM and used it on my pidgeotto. This seems closer to a battle of attrition, with how these rocket grunts manage to have 5 fodder pokemon at once. I oneshot them all but they know I'll eventually run out of PP.

I started the Giovanni fight. I won in 4 turns spamming dig with my graveler. Absolute joke of a boss fight. Graveler was only 1 level up on his pokemon too. I press the graveler button and I win.

With silph scope in hand, I re-enter the pokemon tower to kill someone who's already dead. Oh and also beat up a bunch of fodder trainers that have no reason to be here. This is giving Johto vibes. Though the pokemon aren't single digit leveled, which kinda sets it apart from Johto's fodder spam a bit.

Once I got the pokeflute, I decided to catch myself a snorlax for my 5th team member. I named it after the iconic fridge, the Xbox series X. Ofc that's more than 10 letters, so I had to shorten it to "Series X"

After making it through the gauntlet of fodder trainers, I reached Fuschia city. In Koga's gym is where I first saw a trainer actually switch pokemon. However, these switches were fucking stupid and unneccessary, which led to the trainers still being fodder. Onto koga himself? He was fodder. I swept him with a Lvl 34 hypno. It's worth noting his ace is lvl 43, and the rest of his pokemon range from lvls between 37-39. This was probably the easiest gym leader i've faced yet. I'm really not buying the lie that this is somehow a difficult game when so far this game has been easier than X and Y. The only difficult part of this game so far is trying to deal with the clunkiness and slowness of everything, which can be easily solved with emulator speedup.

I entered the safari zone. Finding this HM was utter hell. Why did they hide an important HM in the middle of bumfuck nowhere? why did they lock it under a sidequest with no indicators as to where it could be hidden? why is it in the one place that has a timer? this is horrible game design. I had to use google for a lot of things in pokemon red (imagine what this game was like when it first released!), but this has to be the most egregious example. After getting surf, I taught it to my already very powerful snorlax.

On the way to the Seafoam Islands, my Ivysaur evolved into a Venusaur. However, I decided to backtrack because I remembered that I completely forgot that I needed to fight Sabrina and team rocket. Venusaur probably won't be useful for sabrina, but I intend to beat giovanni's ass with it twice.

Entering the silph co. rocket fodder emporium, I swept every trainer with my graveler. Gary proved once again to be the only difficult battle anywhere in this tower, and that's once again because I forgot to heal before his fight. I swept giovanni with my graveler's earthquake. I thought maybe i'd need venusaur for Giovanni's fight but I was wrong because even with a lucky poison proc early into the fight he only got my graveler to half hp by the time his 4 pokemon were dead. How the fuck does this guy lead a criminal organization.

Entering the sabrina fight I was promised a difficult fight. It took 2 attempts. All it took was quite literally the smallest hint of strategy to win this fight. If this is the peak? I have no hope for the future fights.

I entered the seafoam islands. It's random encounter and boulder puzzle hell. I could just use repels but they dont auto-renew in this gen so it's more trouble than it's worth. The boulder puzzle was fun. I missed the great ball on the articuno twice and failed pitifully at catching it. And then I died because that articuno also happened to be the hardest fight I have faced up to this point. Realizing I had no interest in catching articuno anyways, I decided to head directly to cinnabar island.

I did the pokemon mansion stuff, did the blaine puzzle, and… I swept Blaine with a graveler who was 3 levels down.

Onto Giovanni.

I enter giovanni's gym, Venusaur in hand, ready to see what the 8th gym has to offer. Ready to see if this pushover main villain has what it takes to not be a pushover for the 3rd time in a row. And then he was a pushover for the 3rd time in a row. I swept him with a lvl 38 venusaur. Keep in mind that his entire team is in their mid 40s and his ace is lvl 50. His nidoking and nidoqueen still had fucking poison sting. This game being this fucking easy is infuriating. I thought that coming into the fight underleveled would give it a fair bit of extra challenge but I guess knowing basic fucking type matchups is enough.

I meet Gary by victory road again. I end up taking a loss to his alakazam. Fair, considering my highest level pokemon is 10 levels down on his alakazam. I did a bit of grinding and made a new strategy, beating gary's ass again.

I went through victory road and fought the elite 4. they were all pushovers except for lance, who took me a 2nd try. Lance was a surprisingly hard and fun fight.

And now here we are. The champion, Gary. This fight was very hard and took me 4 tries. This is among the only genuinely difficult fight in the game, despite the fact that all 3 of my losses came from that damn exeggutor abusing gen 1 sleep mechanics. But despite this, I beat him with a team of 5 pokemon who were 20 levels down. Here are screenshots of my team.

the oddish was only there to use cut. How would I rate my experience with this game? 5/10 PROS: Great region design fairly diverse amount of options, especially for a gameboy game great rival CONS: Extremely (and i mean extremely) easy. Definitely easier than x and y. the only fights that weren't piss easy were the gary fights, the lance fight, and the sabrina fight. and even then they were still quite easy. Extremely slow. Without emulator speedup i'd have died of old age before finishing this game. especially in regards to grinding. Quality of life is a dead art to these developers. everything felt super clunky to do. all of the quality of life features pokemon is known for only came in future generations.

#pokemon #gen 1 #gen 1 pokemon #pokemon red #review #graveler #oddish who exists exclusively to use cut #fridge #i named all my pokemon after fridge models

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roseandpatchouli · 2 years

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my bag: anello uitility white shoulder bag in white. dirty and needs to be cleaned. not featured for personal reasons, here’s the content. on the side: yellow keychain peach scented alcohol on side with cute cellphone keychain ala e-girl lol. front pocket: gatsby oil powdered control sheets. classic earphones with wires, more comfortable. pili ani lipbalm in choclat, issy and co lipgloss in HOT, sunnies face cream blush as compact mirror in disco. inside: small pink kate spade card holder wallet that i’ve had since high school, given to me by my ninang, haven’t changed it since then because it’s the only wallet that fits my needs and isn’t heavy. i don’t like carrying coins so they all end up in my money bowl, ig that’s why money flows quickly without me even asking. i light it every time i add new coins which is often. body shop portable wooden brush, because let’s admit it, crazy waves on a lady di haircut doesn’t look cute. small scented jasmine floral tissues & wet wipes that double up as makeup remover, my mascara always runs no matter what. effy stonem dat u? — vintage looking wallet from shopee with two sides, one side for mask and the other side for “tita essentials” napkins & tampons are useless and unnecessary because of pcos. so instead— pro tip! i keep six to ten disposable masks, (crazy i know, but you can never be too protected these days) i always change them out and dispose of the old one after eating or going into a new place and coming out of the bathroom since they’ve been exposed, protection for me and others as well. in the zipper area, i keep my tita essentials such as small vix inhaler, efficasent travel rub and miracle golden oil for multipurpose sickness / motion sickness and stomach aches & bug me not roll on from pili ani. one time i didn’t have them i felt so despondent, that’s not an over exaggeration because if you don’t need it, someone else might. white knight savior complex felt so guilty when i didn’t have it. i have a second alcohol from clean queen for cleaning objects and surfaces, rose water scented and my lola loved the first one i got she took it. then, favorite perfume from La Arache perfume in dispenser, because, i’m sorry Tita B but pls upgrade your packaging, ordinary people like generic and unbranded items these days. powerbank with two wires for phone c-type for, you guessed it, disposable vape: current brand, flume in tropical delight. but my favorite will always be grape ice from zovoo. and summer zet malboro cigarettes in a vintage leather case with lighter. and ofc, iphone 13 pro max that i use for everything: journaling, taking pictures, listening to music, reading, etc.

🧿 what’s inside my bag 👜 / as if anyone cares but if it get’s stolen, ya’ll ain’t getting nothing but tita essentials and possibly my pwd id and 300 pesos worth of allowance.

#what’s inside my bag #lifestyle #blog #cheer up #it’s 6am

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fairytheo · 3 years

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enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for.

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,,

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;]

f a s h i o n c o u p l e

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements.

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise.

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>)

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED .

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!!

MIRROR SELCAS

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P”

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!)

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,,

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies)

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !!

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

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diegos-butt · 3 years

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Driving me crazy pt. 1

Captain Nathan Syverson x Hazel Murphy (tall!plus size ofc)

Summary: While driving to a friend for a bbq, Nathan Syverson is passed by someone who is already quite intriguing. Will he catch up with her? Or ever see her again?

Warnings: speeding, driving like a boss ass bitch, and yeah i guess that's it for this one!

Wordcount: 1.2k (gonna try and keep the chapters quite short like this one!)

A/N: y’all I’m back with my bullshit. Planned it as a one shot, but is going to have more parts 😏 lemme know what ya think!! also, another lil big a/n at the end if you're interested..

> part two // masterlist

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Captain Nathan Syverson smoothly manoeuvred his big red pick-up truck through the busy streets of Willow Creek. It was just before dinner time, making kids rush home to their parents and teenagers were on their way to the mall to eat some greasy snacks with some friends. And other people like Sy, his preferred name, were on their way to a friends’ BBQ.

He had been back home for two weeks now. Although he was an army man in his blood and bones, being home in Willow Creek was everything to him. He especially loved being home around this time of year, the late summer. The days were still warm, but the nights turned colder with a blink of an eye. The trees were already losing a bit of their green colours and the holiday season was around the corner.

Because he was so busy looking around, he missed the light turn green until the truck behind him honked two times. Quickly, Sy pulled up and drove to the next intersection where he had to stop again. The truck behind him drove onto the lane left from him. Impatient. But when he looked to the side, he was caught by surprise. He figured a bald guy in his fifties would be next to him, but that was absolutely not the case.

The woman next to him was singing along to the music, while drawing with a pencil looking like item on her face. Is she doing her make-up? He could tell she was pretty even though he just saw her side profile. Shifting in his seat, he looked forward again, feeling a bit like a creep for staring at her like that. But seeing the light was still red, he couldn’t help himself but to look to the side again. She was now rummaging through a little purse, before the threw it on the passenger seat and switched radio channels.

Seconds later a wide smile spread across her face, and she began to sing to another song, making Sy smile. The sight of her being in her element, singing and laughing made him smile like he hadn’t since his return. Her cheeriness was so pure and sincere, something he wanted to experience himself again.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the light turn green and quickly removed his foot from the brake to pump the gas. Only she was faster, quicker. Leaving a gap between her, and her black pick-up, and Sy. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath and hit the gas a little more. He had no reason to stick with her, yet he couldn’t help himself. Sy closed the gap and drove behind her for a minute until he saw she was turning on the same highway.

“Well, if I wanna pass her I gotta be fast,” Sy said to himself. He had to take the next exit, and would a man be a man if he didn’t feel the need to overtake a woman on the highway?

So, Sy sped up and passed her. While he drove passed her, he looked to his right, hoping to get a look from her, but she was still too caught up with the little concert she was having. He merged back into her lane, and drove in front of her. Feeling a little victorious.

But he had cheered too soon. Not even a minute later he suddenly saw her stir her truck onto the left lane, and pass him while speeding up. She drove passed him so quickly, he couldn’t tell if he actually saw a grin on her face or if he imagined it. Nonetheless, she started a fire in him, and he sped up himself. Alright, if ya wanna play, let’s play. He thought as he drove passed her again. This time she looked straight at him, a smile toying on her lips, a sparkle in her eyes.

Shaking his head, Sy switched lanes and drove in front of her once more. He figured this would settle it, but she thought otherwise. He could already see her come closer in his rear-view mirror, and with one swift movement she steered the truck passed him again. This time with a big smile on her face. She is enjoying this uh. Shaking his head once more, he got ready to pass her again until he saw his exit come up. Much to his surprise, she lowered speed, and indicated with her turn signals she was about to take the same exit. “That’s a coincidence,” Sy said to no one but himself.

He figured she would soon take a different turn, and he would never see her again, but she kept driving the same way he was. When they drove onto the street of his friend, he knew she had to be going to the BBQ as well. Then why haven’t I seen her before?

Before Sy could think about that, he parked his car in front of the house and quickly hopped out. He was hoping she wasn’t as fast with parking, so he could talk to her. Looking at her truck, he saw her getting out. It was like a slow-motion scene from one of those movies. Car door opening, one foot on the ground, both feet on the ground, and finally her whole body standing outside. She turned around, and while she closed the door, he observed her. She was indeed pretty, gorgeous even, but not what he expected at all. He didn’t know what he expected, but he was not disappointed at all, no he was beyond thrilled.

She was taller than he imagined, with those long legs she was easily around his height. Curvier than he’d imagined, her thighs were bigger than his own, her ass big and round, she was soft yet looked strong and the thoughts that filled his mind weren’t the kind of thoughts you shared with your ma.

While he was shamelessly checking her out, she had come closer. “Were you planning on going to this party or were you just following me?” she asked with a playful tone and a smile on her lips.

“Sorry sunshine, just a coincidence,” Sy answered as they walked side to side to the backyard that was filled with people. She was wearing a perfume that he breathed in, he couldn’t place the smell, but it was delicious. “I have never seen you around here,” he asked as she stayed silent.

“I’m sort of new in town, so better get used to seeing my face around,” she smirked and waved to a girl who started walking towards her.

“Well, if you keep driving that fast, I can’t even see that pretty face of yours,” he teased. He saw her smile, and look away shyly before she looked at him with a daring look in her eyes.

“If you need me to teach you how to pull up, I don’t mind being your teacher.” And with a grin she left Sy speechless behind as she greeted her friend with a big hug. They walked away fast, whispering and giggling.

Sy could already tell she was a hand full, a feisty, fiery one. Not only by the way she drove, no, also by the way she moved, walked, smiled, laughed, and talked. And all of that in the utter minutes he had known about her existence.

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> Part two

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! And I am going to (try) write my ofc as tall, for multiple reasons to be honest. First of all because of chats I’ve had with @cavillsthighs 💕. Thank you for giving me inspiration and motivation to write this! Second of all, I sometimes feel like there aren’t many tall!reader/ofc fics around? And most ofc’s/readers are described as short and not that tall and don’t get me wrong, i love everything I read/reblog/comment!! But for me personally, I have never felt that self conscious about my height until this place lol and I ain’t even that tall (1.77m). So therefore point three: I’d like to add some tall!ofc/reader fics in the world to let my tall babes now we can also have cute and sexy and sweet moments, that you don’t have to be short(er) for that. Yes this might mostly just to tell that to myself lol. Okay wow this a/n is getting long and I doubt anyone reads this but ok I have already written it and I’m not gonna delete it whoops. Okay now I’m really done. Love you all. Kisses and hugs from me, and since I’m quite tall and thick and soft I give the best hugs 💕 sorry for this rambling. Ok to ignore this 💕

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dracosaurusrex · 3 years

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i love ur writing!!! can u maybe do a hc where its post war! draco x reader where they get married right, then reader gets pregnant with scorpius!! and its like them taking care of him, seeing him growing up and sending him off to hogwarts etc etc yk? also u dont have to do this ofc 🤍!!

Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) 🌱 - Headcanon

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Hi nonnie!! I’m sorry it took me a while to get to this. Besides being occupied with schoolwork, I thoroughly had to think about how Draco would be as a father. I hope you enjoy!! It’s a lil long too aha.

PS. Kudos to you if you know where the title comes from aha

When Draco found out you were pregnant, there was no containment to the pure joy he had felt in the moment

Tears of joy brimmed his eyes

Crushing embraces

Playful kisses transitioned to more passionate ones as he poured out his love for you

Despite the years following the end of the war, he still didn’t feel deserving of you

Furthermore, he didn’t feel deserving of parenting a child with you

But one thing he was certain of was that he didn’t want to be anything like his father.

The very thought chilled him and struck fear to his bones

“Draco, you’ll make a great father” you say constantly. Each time you do so wrapping him in a warm embrace

It surprised you seeing him cry for the first time as he cradled your growing bump

“Do you think he can hear me?” He’d ask

You nodding as you wiped the tears rolling down his face

“I don’t want him to grow up like I did.”

“Love, we wouldn’t be here if you didn’t go through any of it.”

More silent tears and kisses to your bump

“I’ll do my best for you and your mother, I promise.”

Him kissing your bump one last time

“We’ll do our best for each other” you reassure

-🌱-

There’s no end to him showing you how much he loves you.

The morning sickness, weird cravings, the aches and pains—this man spoiled you and made sure you were comfortable as much as possible

Happy wife = happy life

You both taking turns to tell the baby in your womb stories

Draco playing the piano with you and the baby by his side

You’d be cuddling as you both thought of names

Him opting to follow Black tradition and use names from constellations

“If it’s a girl, it should be Maia Altair. Both are the brightest stars within their respective constellations.” He said.

“How about Lyra Celeste?”

“That’s pretty too. Goodness, I hope it’s not a girl. We’d have a hard time choosing.” He says jokingly, making you chuckle.

“How about for a boy?” You ask

“I was thinking along the lines of Scorpius... I can’t seem to think up of a middle name”

“How about Hyperion?”

“Scorpius Hyperion?” His eyes widened for a moment, “That’s perfect.”

He didn’t mind whether you’d give birth to a boy or a girl—he wanted to give his children the best whether that’d be values, or material possessions

-🌱-

Being a private family meant a gender reveal and baby shower with just the two of you.

You hand the photo of the ultrasound to him faced down

“We’re having a boy, Draco.”

Hearts pounding.

Smiles wide

Draco’s sight was transfixed on the small formation printed on the page for a bit before looking at you again

The moment reminded you of the first time you said “I love you” to one another

He presses a tender loving kiss to your lips as you wrap your arms around his torso.

The next couple of months pass quickly

Life is still happy coz wife is still happy

There’s look comprising fear and awe when Draco laid his eyes on the newborn baby boy in your arms

“May I hold him?”

You hand Scorpius to him with tears in your eyes

Scorpius being so small that he doesn’t even occupy half of Draco’s forearm

“Welcome Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, my son” He says softly, tears following soon after yours did

-🌱-

Raising Scorpius was similar to walking on a tightrope, but even if you both fell at times, it was never hard enough to keep you down

He was a sweet boy, an obedient son

He took after Draco’s appearance: platinum hair, pointed face, and he sported a warm pair of grey eyes

But he bore your kind and compassionate personality, which Draco adored

Regardless of how much of your personality he inherited, Scorpius still had his father’s attitude sometimes, much to your amusement and shock

Draco spoiling him throughout his youth

You dressing Scorpius up

Both of you teaching the boy human decency towards witches, wizards, and muggles alike

One thing Draco made certain as a father was to make sure that Scorpius knew he was welcome to talk to his parents about anything

While you’d speak of matters of the heart, Draco would do his best to speak on matters of logic and reasoning

No matter what, you did your very best to make known to the young Malfoy that he was loved.

-🌱-

Time spent together as a family occupied the best memories of your lives

While Scorpius was growing and learning new things, you and Draco were learning (and growing) alongside him

When he was five years old, having finished his daily lessons, he walked amongst the vast halls of the mansion, knowing exactly where his parents would be

First checks the library to find Draco focused in his study

“Papa?” He calls out with a small voice

“Yes Scorp? Have you finished your studies for today?”

“Yes, father. May I sit with you?”

That was the day that Draco introduced his own passions to his son.

The little boy on his lap looks at the book in front of him with awe as Draco tells him stories of constellations and alchemy

“That’s how we named you.”

“My name is Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!” The sound of pride ringing from his little voice strikes a chord in Draco’s heart

He kisses the top of his head

“Yes, we’re are Malfoy’s”

“And mama?”

“Mama, is Y/N Y/M/N Malfoy.” He says with his heart fluttering.

The sound of your name never fails to reduce his insides to mush.

He then removes himself to find you painting the white peacocks that scattered the lawn

“Mama, what are you doing?”

“I’m painting love. Do you want to see?” You kiss his cheek as you gather him into your arms to give him a view of your work

“I want to learn how to do that!”

“And what is it would you like to paint first?”

“The skies in papa’s books!”

-🌱-

As much as possible, you hid small arguments and issues from Scorpius

You and Draco had established three rules when confronting road bumps in your marriage:

Communicate needs and feelings

Give one another space when needed

Never go to bed with issues unresolved

The openness you taught your son, would be put into practice between you both

Fortunately, you being with Draco for more than ten years meant that you’ve practically seen him at his lowest points

He learned how to be vulnerable to you, and was your shoulder to cry on when needed

Nevertheless, each issue was resolved with a kiss, and something a little more *wink wink* (Scorpius would already be in bed dw)

Draco would catch himself staring at you in the kitchen one day, feeling the same way he would when he’d stare at you in your potions class

The smile you give when you notice him never changed

Scorpius taking note of this calls his dad out

“Papa, why do you love mama?”

“She’s my best friend, Scorpius.”

“I love mama too!”

You were the rock to your little family of three, and the older man would wonder how he became so lucky every time he thought about it.

-🌱-

Time flew by real fast in the manor. Before you know it, Scorpius turned eleven, and received his letter to Hogwarts

Robes? Check

Books? Check

Quills? Parchment? Check

Cauldron and other items? Check

Excited and nervous Scorpius Malfoy? Check.

“Papa, mama, what if no one likes me?”

Draco takes the first and last say before you can even open your mouth

“Just be yourself Scorp, and you’ll be fine.”

The platform bustling with sounds of old and new students alike

You see the Potter’s and the Weasley’s from afar and give a small wave

Draco, acting like a git, only gives a nod when you nudge his side with your elbow

Scorpius is the first to move away from his father’s side to introduce himself

“Hi! I’m Scorpius Malfoy!” He says with a toothy grin

Albus’s eyes sparkle at a new friend, “I’m Albus Potter! This is Rose Weasley! We’re both first years!”

“Me too! Can I sit with you on the train?”

The exchange throws both Harry and Draco into a spiral, leaving you, Ginny, and Hermione thoroughly amused for the day.

“Albus- he”,

“S-Scor-”

Both fathers are ignored.

But the happy grins they see on their sons faces calms them down slightly

The time comes for the train to take off

Draco wraps his arms around you as you wipe the tears forming

It was a miracle that the little boy grew up to be a kind, intelligent, and talented young man.

In that moment, Draco has never felt so grateful for his family

I apologize for the length. It’s kinda chaotic, but I hope you enjoyed reading it hehe. Thank you so much for all your support!

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Riding On

CH28- Hens, Stags and Cubs Part 3- Cubs

Summary: On the final weekend before their wedding, Frank spends some time with his son as Mary and Fliss depart on a special Mother-Daughter Hen-Do of their own.

Warnings: Bad language, some racey themes discussed.

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Word Count- 4 k ish

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Ch28 Part 2- Stags

If we lay a strong enough foundation, we’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you. And you’ll blow us all away.

“Lissy?”

“Yeah?” Fliss paused outside Mary’s room, popping her head in through the door.

“Do I need anything other than this for the Spa tomorrow?”

Fliss scanned the items on Mary’s bed. A bathing suit, towel, hairbrush, spare hair tie, flip-flops and her book.

“Erm, no, I think you’re good.” Fliss smiled. “You reading Black Beauty again?”

“Yup, it’s my favourite.”

Fliss grinned, “One of mine too. Much better than those deep and meaningful books your dad reads. I can’t understand half of the words he quotes out of them.”

“He only does that to make himself look clever.” Mary scoffed. “Doesn’t work.”

The pair of them cracked up laughing and Mary moved round to give Fliss a hug. “I’m so excited!”

“Me too, sweetheart. It’s gonna be so much fun. And to get the weekend started, we rented Mulan and there’s popcorn in the microwave.”

“Yesss!” Mary hugged her tightly again as Fliss dropped a kiss to the top of her head. She helped Mary pack her things into the little sunshine yellow overnight bag that Roberta had bought her for her birthday, and together they made their way downstairs into the family room.

Alex was already in bed leaving just the three of them and they settled down, Mary in her favourite place in between Frank and Fliss. Frank instructed the Alexa to dim the lights before he fired up the movie and they spent the next few hours engrossed in the live action remake, Frank’s arm stretched over the back of the sofa, gently tickling the nape of Fliss’ neck every so often. It never ceased to amaze Fliss how he constantly liked to touch her, something that had grown even more obvious ever since she’d had Alex.

Not that she was going to complain about it, ever.

They took a reasonably early night, as Fliss and Mary had to be at the Marriott in Tampa by nine-thirty. They ate a quick breakfast together, before Mary headed off to check her back for the hundredth time. When quizzed about what he had planned, Frank jokingly told Fliss that he intended on sitting Alex in front of a recording of an old Red Sox game from the nineties to ‘further his education’.

“Indoctrination, more like!” Fliss snorted. “Baby, he’s one.”

“So?”

“He’s far too young to sit still through an entire baseball game. You’re setting yourself up to fail.” “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Frank signed, dramatically. “I mean let’s face it, all he’s gonna wanna do is eat, piss off Fred and Thor, crap and nap.” “Same shit you do on a daily basis.” Fliss grinned and Frank snorted. “I don’t nap.” “Liar.” “Not every day!”

At just after half past-eight, Frank and Alex waved Mary and Fliss off, the tot chattering out “bye bye,” before Frank carried him over to the truck, whistling for Thor to follow.

“Boys trip buddy, before the sun gets too hot. You game?”

Alex grinned. “No!”

“Yeah, you’re saying no, but we know you mean yes. Can you say yes? Say yes for Daddy.”

“No.”

Frank scoffed. “Whatever.”

The drive down to St Pete’s was less than fifteen minutes thanks to the light traffic with it being relatively early on a Saturday morning. Frank parked his truck up at the Public Access car park and, after removing his own shoes and Alex’s sandals, he carried him down onto the beach. It was already starting to warm, but was still reasonably cool and not that busy, perfect time to be out and about.

Frank watched as Thor went racing off into the sea, Alex pointing after him and shouting ineligible words at the dog who barked, jumping in and out of the spray.

“This is where I'm gonna marry your momma, Bud.” Frank looked around the place where in a week’s time they would say ‘I-Do’ and smiled “What do you think?”

“Mama!” Alex grinned

“Yup, Mama.” Frank smiled, dropping a kiss to his head as they walked towards the sea. “Soon to be Mrs Adler.”

They made their way slowly to the ocean, and once there, Frank stood on the damp sand at the water's edge where it lapped at the shore. Thor ran past them, barking some more and Alex wriggled in his dad’s arms, eager to be set down. Frank placed him on the floor and helped him stand up in the waves, moving forward a little as Alex took a few confident steps supported by Frank’s hands.

“You’re getting a dab hand at that, Bean.” Frank smiled, as he stooped over, helping him walk. The boy hadn’t yet taken a step unaided but both he and Fliss knew it wouldn’t be long.

As a wave came towards them, Alex let out a loud coo of excitement and squealed as the cold water ran over his chubby little feet. The squeal became a giggle, which became full on laughter and Frank chuckled along as the little boy stamped his legs, splashing in the spray.

Alex’s joy was infectious, so full of happiness at something so simple and pure. It made Frank’s heart swell that big he thought it might burst from his chest. He once more cast his eyes over his shoulder to the very spot where their friends and family would all gather in seven days and he smiled, his eyes brimming suddenly with content tears.

Simply put, it was the most complete he could remember feeling. Ever.

****

Upon arrival at the spa, Fliss and Mary were welcomed by the desk staff who directed them through to the changing rooms.

“The lockers are free,” the immaculately turned out brunette smiled at them, “once you’re changed, if you head through the door at the back of the room, Ellis and Marina will be there to meet you and will discuss with you what you want.”

“What we want?” Mary’s eyes grew wide and Fliss chuckled, her hand dropping to the back of her head. “We get to choose?”

“Absolutely, Miss.” The lady smiled and Mary grinned.

“That’s so cool.” It took Fliss a while to calm Mary down enough to get her to change into her bathing suit but she finally succeeded and couldn’t help the smile on her face as Mary wrapped herself in the little, personalised robe which had her name on the front and “Chief Bridesmaid” on the back. It had cost a small fortune, and with the rate Mary was growing probably wouldn’t see the year out, but Fliss didn’t give a shit. It was worth it to see her daughter’s face as she noticed the words in the mirror, her mouth falling open.

“Chief Bridesmaid? I thought that was Bonnie?”

“No, Bonnie is my maid of honour.” Fliss corrected. “You’re my best girl, therefore that role goes solely to you.” Mary smiled, a bit tearfully so, "thank you, Mom."

Fliss never got tired of hearing it. She was still Lissy by account many times, much more than Frank was ‘Frank’ (which seemed now to be reserved for when he was being an idiot or pissing Mary off), but when the sweet sound of 'Mom' would pass over Mary's lips it always warmed her heart. She didn't care if she were Fliss, Mom, or whatever half insult Mary would toss in during a fit, it wasn't important to her. She knew Mary loved her and she too loved and adored the little girl that truly moulded her new world. Fliss slipped into her own robe, this one just a standard one provided by the hotel and together they made their way through to the treatment rooms where they were greeted by two other petite women who instantly began to fuss over Mary. “So you’re both in for the full works.” The smaller of the women, Ellis smiled. “So we’re gonna start with your facials, which will take about an hour, then your massages which will take roughly forty minutes or so. Then after that we send you off to relax for an hour and a half by the outside pool where your lunch will be served. Once that’s done, you’ll be taken into the Mud Room for your body mud treatments and then you can shower, change and come back in for your manicures and pedicures.” As the woman reeled of their treatments, Fliss cast her eyes at Mary whose face just lit up in awe as she nodded, gleefully. Over the next hour, Fliss enjoyed a clay mask aimed at targeting her complexion, followed by a gentle scrub before being finished with a serum made of blue spirulina and aloe vera. It left her face feeling absolutely amazing. That aside, what had made her smile the most was Mary’s reaction to the avocado and pomegranate seed mask she had chosen. She’d squealed when it had been applied, declaring that it felt ‘cold and slimy’, giggling away as the ladies explained that only the ‘young clients’ got the specially made to order fruit masks. Next they enjoyed their massages. Fliss had opted for a full sports therapy one on her back and shoulders which were feeling a little tight. Mary was given a hot stone one, which she giggled at once more as the heated pebbles were placed up and along her spine. Ellis shot Fliss a wink as she gently moved the stones around over Mary’s back and Fliss smiled before she settled down for her own, which was a hell of a lot less relaxing but left her at the end feeling a whole lot better, especially in her bad shoulder which had been clicking a lot recently. They then made their way outside and Mary asked Fliss if they could have a dip in the pool. So they did, before they ordered their lunch and sat on a lounger under a parasol. Fliss was served a glass of champagne and Mary given fizzy apple juice also in a flute, another thing that made her practically squeal with delight as she pointed out they had the same glasses. As Mary tucked into her burger and fries, Fliss eagerly ate her Chicken and Prawn Caesar salad and took a moment once more to watch the young girl as she chatted away. It amazed Fliss to think how much she’d gained, really, from the moment Frank and Mary had walked onto her yard little over three years ago. She had never in a million years dreamed she would be here, happy and content, with two beautiful children and a man who loved her the way Frank did. Right from the off she had known what she had with Frank was something special. Simply put, he was her person. The part of her that she hadn’t even realised was missing, and Mary herself had been part of that missing piece too. Fliss had loved her instantly, that sweet little girl that so many had written off as troubled, without giving her gorgeous personality a chance to flourish. Despite her intelligence, Mary was still an innocent child and Fliss adored the bones of her, without even having to try. Fliss felt her eyes beginning to well up as she took a bite of her food. Simply put, all the agony and horror and pain she had experienced in what she referred to as her previous life, she’d go through a thousand times over if it led her to Frank. She’d never tell him that out loud though, as her Sailor was probably more upset in away about her abusive past than she was now. He’d told her many a time that it broke his heart to think anyone could be so callous and cruel to her. No, she’d keep that thought to herself. And be happy and safe in the knowledge that she’d never go through anything like that again. “You okay, Mom?” Mary asked and Fliss nodded, reaching for her drink to allow her time to compose herself.

“Yeah! I’m just having an awesome time. Hey,” she leaned forward a little, “what colour are you gonna have on your nails?”

“Erm, I don’t know.” Mary grinned. “I thought yellow, because that’s my favourite. Maybe with some sparkle, if they have it. Will that go with my dress?”

“Babes, your dress is cream. So anything goes. But besides,” Fliss shrugged, “who cares anyway? You’re you, Mary. Own it. And don’t let anyone ever tell you that you need to be anything else.”

“You sound like Roberta.” Mary grinned and Fliss laughed.

“Well then, she’s a wise woman.”

“I know I’m different to most other kids my age,” Mary spoke again after a moment, “but like Dad says, if we were all the same, the world would be a boring place.”

“He’s not wrong, sweetheart.” Fliss reached over the table and cupped Mary’s face with her hand. “He’s not wrong.” ******

Frank and Alex arrived back home just before twelve, having detoured on the way back to the park for a little play, departing before it got too hot for them all. Frank made them both lunch and then attempted to set Alex down for a nap, but he simply wasn’t cooperating. Instead, he persistently hoisted himself up using the bars of the side of the crib, and after half an hour of listening to him on the baby monitor shouting every word he knew, Frank gave in and went up to get him.

“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”

“No.”

“You are.” Frank assured his son as he set him down on the play-mat in the family room.

“Fank.”

Frank paused, “That’s a new one.” He looked at Alex, his brow arched as the tot grinned.

“Frr-rank”

“No, I’m Daddy.”

“Frank.”

“Daddy.” Frank pointed to himself.

“Dadda.”

“Yeah, that’s right, pal.”

After flicking through Disney + for something suitable, Frank eventually settled on Oliver And Company. Mary had liked it when she was a baby and Frank still found it hilarious. That said, Alex wasn’t really watching. Occasionally, he would look up at the TV from his vantage point on the rug and grin as he shouted “doggy” whenever he saw Dodger. Their real life dog and cat were, thankfully, left to snooze in their preferred spot curled up together in the patch of sunlight that came through the patio doors. Alex’s attention was mostly taken by his rock and stack. Each time he slotted one of the brightly coloured plastic hoops over the post, he let out a loud shriek before clapping. Once it was full, he began swatting at the base to make it sway before he looked at Frank. Frank grinned and tipped it upside down to more laughter and then the process started again. Well, that was until Alex became fascinated by the littlest ring which had a shiny, reflective surface with colourful, swirling beads inside that made, what he clearly thought, was a fun, rattle sound when he shook it.

At just before two, Frank spotted Alex’s eyes growing heavy and picked him up, handing him his pacifier. Alex curled up against his dad’s chest, his little hands tangling in his t-shirt, head resting against his shoulder as he yawned. Sixty seconds later he was asleep, and Frank knew he should really set him in his crib…

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, and with as gentle a movement as he could so as not to disturb his sleeping baby, he lay himself flat on the sofa and flicked the TV over to the news channel.

Five minutes into the report he’d been watching on the run up to the election, Frank’s own eyes closed and he too fell asleep, his son clutched to him, rising and falling with the gently rhythm of his chest.

*****

“Thought you didn’t nap?”

Frank jerked awake to see Fliss stood over him, a smile on her face, phone held in her hand, clearly having just snapped a shot of the pair of them.

“I never said that, I just said not every day.” Frank shot back, his voice croaky with sleep. “What time is it?”

“Little after four.”

“Shit.” He grumbled, looking down as he felt Alex stir against his chest. “We’ve been out for two hours. His sleep patterns gonna be all over the place tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Fliss shrugged as she picked Alex up, the baby giving a yawn before he grumbled a little, and pressed his faced into her neck. “Not like we have to be anywhere tomorrow.”

“Where’s Mary?”

“Shot off to see Monty,” Fliss chuckled.

Frank snorted as he sat up. “Should have known the pony would take priority over me.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. She won’t be long, she’ll want to show you the matching polish on her fingers and toes.”

“Did you have a nice time?”

“Yeah, it was fantastic.” Fliss beamed as she settled besides him on the couch. “I had a great massage, a facial, the works, but the best bit was seeing Mary’s reaction to it all. It was so innocent, just, oh Frank, I can’t explain.”

“I get it.” Frank smiled, remembering the same feeling he’d had with Alex that morning.

“So what did you get up to?”

“I took him and Thor to the beach before, showed him where we’re gonna get married. I think he approved. We played in the waves a bit, went to the play-park. Then we came home, played a little and then fell asleep.”

“Sounds like you had fun, too.”

“Yeah, we did.” Frank smiled as he leaned over to give Fliss a soft kiss. With a grumble, Alex pressed his hand against his beard and pushed him away.

“No.”

Frank playfully narrowed his eyes and Alex shook his head. “No, Frwank.”

Fliss blinked, before she let out a loud laugh. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah, we had that debate before too when he wouldn’t go down for his nap.” Frank rolled his eyes. “Little shit.”

“Stop calling him that!” Fliss scolded him and Frank laughed, giving her another kiss.

“Drink?”

“Oh, yes!” She beamed. “There’s a couple of bottles of Sancerre in the fridge a client got me week. We can crack one open and sit outside if you like?”

Frank did like. So he poured them both a large glass and carried them outside, Fliss setting Alex down on the grass with a few toys and they both perched on the lawn together watching him.

They’d just finished their first glass when Mary came home, declaring she was starving as it had been absolutely ages since she’d had lunch, so Frank rang for a couple of pizzas. As the four of them sat in the garden, eating their dinner, Frank dropped his arm round Fliss shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple as Mary handed Alex a piece of pineapple off her slice for him to try.

“Is there anything he won’t eat?” Frank asked as Alex made an appreciative noise and held his hand out for more.

“Not found anything yet.” Fliss mused. “Mind you, rather that than him be a fuss-pot.”

“True.” Frank nodded to her glass.

They sat still for a while, until they’d finished eating and Fliss made to collect the boxes up, but Frank stopped her.

“I’ll get it. You want a top up whilst I’m inside?”

“Sure, thanks.”

He stood up, grabbed the boxes and their glasses and headed to the kitchen. He tossed the boxes onto the side, ready to be dealt with later, and pulled another bottle of chilled white from the fridge. He poured them both another large glass before he walked back to the open doors and simply paused as he took in the sight before him. His kids sat on the grass, Alex’s hand curled round Mary’s as he examined the bright yellow varnish on her nails. Besides them, his very soon-to-be wife was sat, legs stretched out, her auburn hair glinting in the setting sun.

All in the home they’d made for themselves.

It was so simple, so domestic, and something a few years back Frank would never in a million years have dreamed he’d have.

He made his way back outside, passing Fliss her glass as he sat down, his hand dropping to her leg, curling over her thigh.

“Love you.” He whispered into her ear and she turned to him, her large brown eyes shining with happiness.

“Love you too.” She beamed, before a loud laugh distracted them. The looked up to see Mary was now stood up blowing bubbles from a small pot, Alex reaching up to grab them, laughing as Thor jumped into the air, his jaws clicking around nothing as he tried to catch them in his mouth.

Fliss leaned up and kissed Frank’s cheek. “I can’t think of a better way to spend my last Saturday as a Gallagher.”

Frank smiled, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, before he slid his nose gently against hers. “I can’t think of a better way to spend any of my Saturdays, Honey.”

Fliss beamed at him, and then shifted so she was sat in between his legs as they extended either side of hers. She leaned back into him, a contented sigh leaving her mouth.

“Seven days.” She muttered. “I’ll be Mrs Adler by this time in seven days.”

The arm that wasn’t holding his glass gently crossed over her chest, holding her close as Frank smiled, kissing her head. “Damned straight, Cowgirl. I can’t wait.”

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imnotwolverine · 3 years

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The Accidental Family - Chapter 5

Henry Cavill x OFC - multi-chapter

< Chap 4 | Chap 5 How to dad | Chap 6 >

Disclaimer: fluff, sadness, memory loss, some strong language

Word count: 2.098

Author’s note: I had a home spa day and I may or may not have made WAY too many bubbles in the bathtub..which then in turn kind of floated out into our adjoining kitchen and...yea...I’m posting this to procrastinate the clean up of ..THAT. Wish me luck. 😂

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It was not unusual for Henry to be up this early, and yet Phoebe was slightly surprised to find him in the kitchen, the smell of coffee searing into her nose as she was welcomed with the sight of a kitchen island crowded with paper folders and the family whiteboard scribbled full with an enormous, intricately filled out schedule.

Henry was still working on it as she quietly stepped over the threshold, her arms crossing before her bathrobe as she watched him bend down, ass sticking out as he leaned in to scribble something in the far right bottom corner.

‘Morning.’ She chimed, making Henry jerk up in surprise, his eyes looking at her like she had just caught him with his hand in the cookie jar.

‘Whatcha doin’?’ She leaned into the kitchen island and looked at the papers that were strewn over the smooth light grey marble.

‘Oh, ehm, just ..trying to find some order in this mess.’ He shrugged and clicked the cap back onto the whiteboard marker, his fingers pushing it on the small whiteboard ledge before he fully turned towards his wife, her dazed eyes still blinking at him with mild confusion.

‘You see I found all these things you keep around. School schedules, doctor’s appointments, swimming classes, soccer, eh..you know. I wanted to have an overview.’ He shrugged, making Phoebe cry out laughing.

‘You did what now?!’

‘Wait, don’t tell me you have a schedule just like this laying around..’

‘No, no. Eh..’ Phoebe looked over at the coffee machine, deciding she’d need a cuppa before she’d dive into Henry’s findings.

‘Want some coffee as well?’

‘No, no, I’m good. Gotta keep fit, so I can get back in the saddle as quickly as possible.’ He jabbed into the air, as if ready to beat an invisible opponent.

‘Silly man.’ Phoebe chuckled, pouring some of the hot brew into a mug with a smiling elephant on it - yes suddenly Henry owned a whole arsenal of silly mugs. Squinting his eyes playfully he studied Phoebe:

‘Silly stupid or silly smart?’ Henry asked, but all Phoebe did was shrug, turning a pair of mischievous eyes at him while she sipped on her coffee.

‘Anyways. I think, if the doctor’s okay with it, I can start squeezing in office visits between Sam’s soccer practise and Piper’s speech therapy and..’

‘Hen..’ Phoebe sighed, walking up to him to brush a hand over his arm, his shirt fitting snugly around his large chest, attracting her gaze for a short moment. ‘..one step at a time okay?’

‘Yes-yes, I know. I..’

And then she chuckled, earning an even more confused look from him. ‘What’s so funny?’ His brow furrowed.

‘Oh..it’s just. I never thought I’d get you to..draft school appointment schedules.’

‘Why’s that?’

Phoebe hesitantly licked her lips, her stormy blues meeting his aquamarine, his face betraying that he truly didn’t understand. ‘You were at work..a lot.’

‘Oh.’

Henry slowly turned around, also looking back at the busy schedule; it was indeed quite impossible to fit all this in with the 14-hour workdays he had always been so accustomed to.

‘..fuck.’ He breathed softly, scolding his old-Henry-self for being such a workaholic idiot.

‘That’s okay. We were a pretty good team.’ Phoebe leaned into the kitchen island, her hand lowering the coffee cup to her hip as she quirked her head to the side to study the schedule he had drawn up.

‘So which of these did I do with the kids?’ He asked hesitantly.

‘Soccer, on Saturday.’

Henry blinked at the 40-something other items that were listed on the meticulously drawn out grid. ‘Oh my.’

‘Yea..’ Phoebe grinned. ‘There’s a good reason why I quit my job as a nurse.’

‘You were a nurse?’

Phoebe turned her head to answer, but decided not to, her lips instead just twitching up in a half-smirk. ‘For a while. But at least now I know exactly what to do when one of the cubs run a fever.’

‘Did you like being a nurse?’

She shrugged and took another sip of her coffee. ‘Wiping shit of a patient’s ass or my kid? I’ll choose my kid any day of the week.’ She winked at him.

‘Sounds wonderful.’ Henry chuckled. ‘And about that; shouldn’t the children move home at some point? Or..you go to them, or..?’ He wished to scratch his head as he did whenever he was unsure, but Phoebe was quick to stop him, her hand catching his wrist before he could move it up higher.

‘Eventually.’ She swallowed harshly and released his wrist. ‘I just don’t know when.’ Her eyes moved back to the board as she continued with slight melancholy. ‘There’s only so much you can plan.’

‘Hi Danny.’ Relief flooded Henry’s limbs as the amazonian goddess of a woman stepped into the office he had been left in some fifteen minutes earlier.

It would be just a short visit to the office, the studio having postponed the production of the new Witcher season until things were cleared out; Henry’s doctors were not very eager to give any green lights until Henry himself showed he was able to carry the burdens that came with being a lead actor in such a heavily regarded tv show.

‘Hey there big guy! Lookin’ good!!’

‘Yea,’ Henry smiled happily. ‘Feeling pretty good as well.’

‘Good to hear, good to hear! Oh and sorry if I’m a little slow. Jet lagging pretty hard over here; just got back from LA and had like..the craziest delay. But, here I am! It’s good to see you, Henry.’

‘Likewise.’ Henry cleared his throat as he tried to remember the short script she had sent the day before. A script that he’d have usually learned in between scenes, taking up no more than half an hour. But now he felt a certain nerve crawling up his spine as she plucked out that very same script from her bag.

‘Alright. So. I thought we’d have a little reading first? See how that’s going? I mean, if that’s alright with you, of course.’

‘Eh..yea, sure.’ Henry hesitated as his eye flew over the bag he had brought along, the script in there begging him to be picked up in case he failed to produce the words.

No, he could do this. He had to prove he could…

‘So, starting at the top of the scene. Geralt is sleep deprived and agitated. You know the drill..’ She waved her hand like it was no big deal, only to remember moments later it might be a deal after all, her tongue clicking as she realised her mistake. ‘I mean. IF you know the drill, or don’t know the drill, either way is fine. No question is bad. We have no stupid questions in this room, mkay? I mean, I’m just so glad to see you here! And..-’

‘No, I can do it.’ Henry frowned and tried to focus on the blurry daze that was his memory, the words somehow sticking to the tip of tongue like they were about to spill..but didn’t come. ‘Okay, maybe just eh, keep the script to be sure.’ He quickly grabbed for his bag, unzipping it to retrieve the script, the many marks indicating just how much he had struggled with it the night before; at some point Phoebe had to pull the paper from his stiff fingers, so he’d at least get some sleep.

Reading the first lines of the paper, he tried to get the voice right, the sentence right, the atmosphere right. Things that usually came like second nature. But now it all just didn’t click, his brain sluggish as he tried to read aloud the words as he tried to give his all - it wasn’t enough.

‘Okay-okay-okay.’ Danny stopped him after a short monologue. ‘Maybe let’s just..read? No crazy stuff?’

Again Henry tried. And this time it went a little better. A little. Not enough. Frustration raged through Henry’s bones as he tried to remain calm, his fists clenching around the paper as his eyes read the words and his mouth spilled them, but it just wasn’t as magical as it had once been.

By the time he said goodbye to Danny he kind of knew what had just happened; he had lost it.

‘Hey! How’d it go?’ Phoebe called from the couch, her eyes remaining trained on the laptop perched on her lap, a cup of steaming hot tea next to her on the side table.

Henry grumbled something indiscernible and bid her good night, heavy feet dragging up the stairs way before Phoebe had the chance to ask what happened. Closing her laptop she rushed up after him, knowing full well that he couldn’t be in much of a good mood - her Bear had always been like an open book to her.

She could already see him open Sam’s room to go to sleep in the narrow bed, but she stopped him at that, her hand clutching around his bicep, pulling him back towards the master bed room.

‘Come!’ She exclaimed, tugging at his heavy body which refused to move.

‘I can’t. Not ..now, okay?’ He lowered his head as he leaned his forehead into the door frame. It was more than a little clear that he was heartbroken.

Phoebe frowned, her arms opting to wrap around him instead, fingers accidentally brushing over his cock as she shimmied her hands around him, locking fingers in front of his belly. Did he think she wanted to have sexy time? She could hear his breath choke up.

‘Not that, silly.’ She whispered, her hot breath fanning over his dark blue shirt.

‘Then what? I can’t even..’ His breath choked again and an ever so quiet sob erupted from his lips. It broke Phoebe’s heart.

‘Mr. Cavill. You’re too heavy for me to carry, but could you please get to the big bed, so I can cuddle with you? Please?’ Phoebe squeezed her arms a little tighter around his chest, making him sob harder.

‘I just…’ His large paw wiped over the expanse of his cheek, angrily removing a tear that had strayed down to his jaw. ‘Fuck.’ And with that he caved, his head removing from the door frame as he slowly turned in Phoebe’s tight embrace, his head looking down at her pleading eyes. ‘Okay.’

‘Okay.’

It took a good thirty minutes of crying and half muttering what had happened before Henry had calmed a little, Phoebe sitting next to him beneath the sheets, her eyes watching in agony as her Bear totally fell apart, thick tears running down his beautiful cheeks. He was convinced that he could never act again. That this was it. His memory was failing him. He could do simple stuff, but acting? No way, José.

Phoebe scooted a little closer as Henry finally sighed, the last of his tears spent for the moment being. Without question or answer, the both of them curled into a sweet embrace, Henry’s head leaning down onto her chest as she carefully brushed her hands through his curls, finding the scar that now ran evidently over the back of his skull; it was just another piece of Henry she’d learn to love.

Sniffling softly, Henry melted into her touch, his breathing slowly calming to a soft and deep in-and-out.

And then, she sang, her body slightly swaying on a quiet tune.

You’re my Honeybunch,

Sugarplum

Pumpy-umpy-umpkin,

You’re my Sweetie Pie

Henry smiled into the fabric of her night gown, the soft satin like mother’s skin against his glowing cheek. ‘My mom used to sing that.’ He murmured.

You’re my Cuppycake,

Gumdrop

Snoogums-Boogums,

You’re the Apple of my Eye

Henry slightly lifted his head and looked at Phoebe as she gently continued to caress his hair, her lips chanting the sweet little lullaby. Finally she turned her attention to him, warm eyes melting his fragile heart.

‘I know. She actually taught me. With Sam. I mean, he was probably the fussiest baby ever to exist.’

Henry chuckled. ‘And now I am your baby.’

The both of them laughed softly. ‘No, no, no. You’re no baby! Though if you need some smothering with love, I’m glad to offer it.’ She playfully jiggled her momma-licious tits, making Henry swallow quickly.

Any other day of the week he would have jumped at the chance - nothing much had happened yet on that department, but right now, with his body all rosy and exhausted, he could only shake his head no, his cheek moving back to rest on her chest. ‘Another time.’ He sighed, melting back into her loving embrace.

‘Okay then Bear. Sleep well.’ She pressed a kiss on his crown and shimmied a little to get comfortable.

Sometimes, dads also need a little bit of mommy love.

Chap 6 >

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scruffyssketchbook · 3 years

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I've been really inactive lately, so I'll try to get this posted.

I noticed something that might classify as a plot hole. The PC system add-on that allows pokemon to get injured.

For starters, we never get an explanation for why this add-on was added in the first place. Supposedly, Vay was loopy from his "karp krakers", and put the add-on into the PC without thinking.

Also, we never get an explanation as to how this add-on works. Or, more accurately, how the PC works. Does the PC normally prevent the eevees from feeling pain and being injured at all? For example, even if Blizz tried his hardest, punching someone would be like punching a brick wall for an average person. Or, does the PC simply heal any major injuries the eevees take on? Or is it somewhere in between?

I know that, from the perspective that this is a comic that needs drama, having the add-on allows characters to hurt each other. (See Jed and Shane.) But, from an in comic perspective, this makes no sense.

Secondly, even if we did have a good explanation for how the add-on came to be, why didn't the trainer just get rid of it. And I don't want the explanation that she's stupid. She is 16, she knows how to work a computer. Even if she didn't, she could force Vay to do it, or get Bede (The person who runs the PC system in Sinho) to do it. I also don't want the explanation that she is negligent. She is, but she took the time to look into it after Harmony got hurt. I doubt she would just turn around and do nothing after learning about the add-on.

I may be missing context here, as there is one comic page that I can't access, the page 100 variation on patreon. Maybe there's an explanation in there, but I wouldn't know.

Thirdly, even if we ignore the trainer, what about Dusk? We already know that he has tried to get Blizz to work with him in stopping Icedrop and Greenpaw from fighting. Not to beat around the bush, Greenpaw does bully Icedrop, they just do it in a more covert, mental, and emotional way than Icedrop bullies Greenpaw.

However, Blizz refuses to help, partially because both Dusk and Blizz are petty. If Dusk genuinely wants to stop Icedrop, why not just get rid of the add-on? We know Dusk can manipulate electronics, so why not just delete the add-on, either from within the PC, or sneakily from outside it? Furthermore, Dusk is not stupid. He knows that Vay added the add-on, or at least could figure that out. He and Vay are also in good relations, so why doesn't he, or hasn't he, asked Vay to get rid of the add-on?

The explanation of "Dusk is just a jerk" does not work. Dusk can be a jerk, but everything he does he does for a reason. Most of him being a jerk comes from him being egotistical, narcissistic, and thinking he knows what's best for everyone even when he doesn't.

The only explanation that works is that he doesn't get rid of the add-on due to the fact it would put Daisy and the other hospital vees out of a job.

Last, but certainly not least, is the fact that pokemon other than eevee exist in the trainer's PC. We even get to see one of the other boxes. My point here is that the other pokemon would notice something wrong eventually. Best case senario, they notice due to realizing they can feel pain. Worst, they notice due to a major injury not being healed by the PC.

Those pokemon would want to know what happened. Amusing they either are told the truth or find out on their own, why wouldn't they ask Vay to take off the add-on. If Dusk (since he is the only one I can think of who would try to spin a story) told them a lie, then would every pokemon in the entire PC believe him. Charm and smooth words can only go so far.

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I have two extra questions I thought up while writing this.

Bonus question 1: How did the trainer know that Harmony was injured? Did vay tell her? She check the pokemon's health in the PC often (both stat, and convential health)?

Bonus 2: If we know pokemon can learn to read and write, then why have none of the pokemon other than Vay tried to communicate with their trainer. What is the point of using Vay as a translator, when the pokemon could just write to the trianer? Do they just want to hide how much they know?

On top of that, if pokemon can learn to use computers, what's stooping them from just using text to speech, completely circumventing Vay all together.

bonus 3: Do the pokemon age in the PC? We know Eve is around two years old, so is she physically still a newborn, or has she physically grown?

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Summary/tl;dr

q1: What are the specifics of how the damage allowing add-on was put into the PC?

q2: How does this add-on, and the PC system's healing ability, work?

q3: Why didn't their trainer take the add-on off the PC?

q4: Why didn't Dusk take the add-on off the PC?

q5: Why didn't any of the other pokemon in the PC take off the add-on?

bq1: How did the trainer know that Harmony was injured?

bq2: Why don't we ever see pokemon that know how to write communicate with the trainer?

bq3: Do the pokemon physically age in the PC?

Author chan: Over here asking the important questions! Alright! I can explain!

The mod basically prevents pokemon from healing without outside means like things that can heal a pokemon, Potions, full heals, antidotes, etc etc. This is why it's called the Damage keeper mod.

Normally in the PC, pokemon can feel pain, but they will quickly heal overtime, but with the mod, it just stops this function all together. Usually in the world, it's used with the "No heal on Entrance" mod for trainers who participate in Nuzlocke challenges.

Vay inputted the Damage keeper mod into the PC for one reason, and one reason only. No, he wasn't loopy, He knew what he was doing, and added it on purpose. It was a pretty selfish decision all in all, but I can't say the reason why. It's vaguely hinted to tho. Yes! It makes no sense to have a mod like that inputted in universe. Literally no other character would ever put in this mod into the if given the chance! But, Vay put it in for a specific purpose. Said purpose was actually shown in "Battle scars". Now. Why would Vay do this? Why would he input a mod that makes all pokemon to keep the damage they receive in the box?

Well. He simply only thinks of himself. He didn't think or care about the effect the mod would have on the other pokemon in the PC, just how he could use it to do what he wanted to do. And yes. Vay is a jerk. He's my least favorite main for a reason, you know.

Next up!

As said in comic 200c, Mods are very hard to take off. Why? Well. We are dealing with actual creatures. One wrong move and hundreds of them will get corrupted and essentially die. This isn't like Minecraft, despite me comparing the PC to a minecraft server for explaining how it works to others. Since this mod affects the pokemon directly, its harder to remove because it’s just a big risk for the pokemon. This is also why Dusk cant just remove it. It is too big of a risk to all the pokemon in the PC, which there are over 1000 of at this point. Healing items and free hospitals are a temporary fix.

Also! Blizz does try to help with the bullying, as seen with comic #302, where he states "It's a misunderstanding" followed by text covered by Bolt talking/ignoring him saying "I saw a greenpaw eevee being bullied by Mike and Tike and-" Which, we see on page #298 Tike was the eevee he was punishing.

Lastly! Why don't the other pokemon notice. Well, The few who have been in a PC before do, but most of the pokemon were wild pokemon before they appeared in the PC, so they don’t know how a normal PC feels like. And ofc, how would a pokemon know who to ask about why the PC works the way it does? Mods are common in the world, cause trainers like to give PC pokemon things to do while rotting away. This is actually going to be talked about with Eevui, the new Eevee the trainer obtained via wondertrading. He was in a normal PC before he was traded, so he'd notice the difference, and will comment on it. Funny thing, I have a comic about him trying to describe the PC to pokemon who never been in one before before he goes in the trainer's pc, and it looks completely different from OUR PC box.

Bonus Questions!!

Harmony was brought out of the PC, to the pokemon center, and a nurse Joy informed her that her pokemon was badly injured.

Bro, you so right. I realized this last year and was like "omg" until I remembered that- Pokemon language is different from human language. Ofc, there are pokemon who can read human language in the world, but pokemon and human stuff are different. And in the PC, things are translated into pokemon if not already in pokemon. This does mean pokemon can write to the trainer and it can get translated, but Vay is just an easier method of translation, especially for pokemon who have a harder time reading, writing, and typing (also there are different pokemon languages as well so oof) then like. Not every pokemon knows how to read and write. It’s a privlage usually given only to few captive pokemon. Wild pokemon learning how to read/write in their own language is VERY RARE, especially due to the lack of materials. And the only civilized boxes in the PC are box 1, 2, and 3, so only pokemon living in those boxes have a reason to learn how to read, and resources to learn.

Pokemon are born the height that they stay at all their life, unless they evolve. (Or are Nego. The little weirdo) This is to mimic how it is in pokemon games. So, no. Pokemon don't physically grow. They DO mentally age however. Pokemon tend to age mentally at different rates, so for example, a newborn who is immediately thrusted into situations not meant for a baby (ie, breeding, battling, contests) will mentally age faster than someone (like Eve) Who has stayed in the PC all their life. Nego and Eve are about the same age (Nego being 6 months older) Yet, Nego acts like an infant while Eve does not. This is because Nego ages physically and mentally like a human, while Eve ages quicker mentally, like pokemon do. This also tends to mean that when a pokemon is born doesn't matter much, as they can mentally be ahead or behind.

I hope these answered your questions!! I like talking about SSEC world building! (Its just that I never have the chance to talk about it in detail QuQ)

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taeslovehandles · 4 years

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HOW I DO MY CHUBBY EDITS:

STEP 1: Well ofc we gotta find an image that is suitable for editing. The higher the quality of the original image the better - more realistic - it will look. I considered the strawpoll but every member besides jk had the same amount of votes so I decided to take an image with everyone in it! >:3

STEP 2: Now I look at the details and decide which elements are in the way and need to be taken out. (I won’t go into detail with photoshop tools because it literally would take me hours.)

This is one of the steps that can be considered to take the longest depending on how much stuff I decided to get rid off such as logos, items that will be in the way later etc.

As you can see the above image shows the original look of the boys clothing and the screenshot underneath my edited version. I got rid of all the disorted puma logos because they will look terrible later on when I stretch each body part out. (more to that later)

I also decided to remove the shoes around namjoon and the one Jin was holding. Simple reason was because you wouldn’t be able to see Jins hand anyway with a bigger body and it saves me time. Namjoons shoes were in the way and they didn’t fit my vision.

BE GONE SHOES >:c

STEP 3: Cutting the members out. In this step it’s important to copy your original layer in case something unexpected happens or you fuck up mid way. You may have noticed that my selection tool alignes perefctly with the boys bodies but not their head. (I use a selection tool, which only really works smooth if the background has a high enough contrast with your foreground objects - the 7 members in this case -! Otherwise I will have to manually go in and re-select, un-select, remove and attach all lines with my mouse and that takes me a lot of time to do - for one member alone -)

To explain it shortly: The original layer will always be seen because we will be using the background of the original (in this case the grey areas etc.) which also still has the original boys on them. Since we will be making them all bigger in size it doesn’t matter later on because we won’t see the slim version of them.

We will only size them up around their faces and ofc their bodies which means the hair won’t be touched. Therefore it’s unnecessary to cut them out properly as we will be using the hair from the original photo in the back and overlay it with this layer (basically the layer underneath)

*pats* I’m trying really hard to explain it in a way that makes sense but if you never used any editing program it’s hard to follow... and I am bad at explaining. xD

STEP 4: Now we will be cutting out each member individually from each other and put each of them on their own layer to move them around freely. This will help us later paint them all bigger without interrupting the member next to them.

Each filter only interacts with 1 layer which means, 7 layers with 1 member each, 7 times the work without messing up the other members in the process. (you will see what I mean later)

STEP 5: Now we will be going into the filter. It’s originally a smoothening tool which also works as filter (filter in photoshop basically means an extra window with more options that tool offers.)

We will be using the smoothening tool that works like a brush. Imagine having paint on a paper in front of you and you put your finger on the paint to spread it out and make the splosh larger. You won’t see the white paper at all in the areas you went over with your finger and the different colors mix together and still look natural. That is what this tool does. It used the pixel around your brush (finger) and copies them.

STEP 6: Now you may have noticed that in the original we only saw Hobis arm infront. If we would use our finger brush tool all we’d do is make his arm way too large. To avoid that I went into the image, picked the white of his shirt as color and painted my own belly in there. I grabbed Hobis dark grey colors and used them like the actual coat as shadow.

In this rough state I used another tool to soften the edges of the shadow to look more like shadows on the shirt. After that I copied some of the fabric from his back and placed it on his belly to make it fitting to the rest.

As you can see very well here, the smoothening tool only expands or shrinks areas. It is not getting rid of any spaces. You see hobis knee? Yep, looking weird. Which means in order to fix that we have to go in and cut his leg out and put it on an extra layer.

We go back into out smoothing tool and expand the leg without interrupting his other leg and boom.

STEP 7: After sizing all the boys up with the same steps I showed with Hobi we will now give the boys cute little double chins. Double chins are one of the easiest to do because technically we already got the perfect base.

We make their faces rounder and bigger, now all we have to do is to select their chin copy paste it onto a new layer and move it up. Resize it and make it smaller. We smooth the edges and blend it with his skin and tada, soft chubby chin <3

You redo these steps with each single layer. I took an inbetween screen to show my progress. Yes, yes it takes long lmao.

Sometimes the boys angle is really bad for me to go in and make their cheeks on the sides bigger without dragging their eye or mouth with me. Since Hobi had a better angle for his cheeks I copy pasted his and put it on JK. (You wouldn’t even have noticed that without me telling you :D <3)

I also went ahead and cut JK’s head out to drag it down a bit. Basically putting his chin over his arm which most of the time makes a face look bigger especially if we fake a double chin. Fat faces and slim necks are semi okay though.

It’s not really a “next step” but I do it because in my opinion it helps to make their faces look fuller. I go back in and grab the lightest color on their cheeks and color over their cheeks in a big circle with my selected color. I smoothen the edges and boom, they look fuller don’t they?

Chubby faces are more shiny in general because of all the fat in the skin as well as them sweating more which works perfectly here. Of course the main reason they appear “fuller” is the fact that a round shape does not cast as many shadows. A slim face like the boys have would have multiple skin tones in there.

You might have to squint here it’s a really small detail but it does wonders for the “realness” feeling.

STEP 8: For the last step we put all our layers in a folder, copy paste it and combine them into one image. I decided that the image was a bit too blue and wanted more of their rosy cheecks showing. I changed the color key for the entire image and made it a bit redder to archieve that.

and then we are done! I put my watermark on it and save it lmao. I hope you liked this little documentary of my process of editing. This took me 2 hours without writing this humongous post. Hope you enjoyed!

The finished edit will be posted seperately as well for you <3 I’d love to hear your opinion on this. Was it interesting?, did you think that is how it works?

I’d love to interactwith you all and talk about this :3 <3 *hugs*

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch 4. Low Flying Stationery

Summary: Steve realises that the only way out of the seeming hole he’s dug himself into is to come clean about his feelings to Katie, only that’s easier said than done.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Language! Angst and a pair of total dumbasses in love… A/N: Once again, a huge thank you to @angrybirdcr for her lovely little edit.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 3

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“I went under, the world was at war, I wake up and they say we won. They didn’t say what we lost.”

“Yeah, well we’ve made some mistakes along the way. Some very recently…”

Steve woke up with a start, taking a deep breath as he blinked, coming out of his sleep addled haze. It didn’t take a genius to work out why his mind had taken him back to that particular moment in time, and it wasn’t wasted on him either that this time he was the one who had made the big assed mistake the night before…

Glancing at his clock, he decided that 5:00 am wasn’t too early, so he changed and headed out for a run, pounding his frustration out on the wet ground beneath his feet. He was so annoyed at himself for simply letting Katie walk out with no protest at all. He should have stopped her, gone after her, he realised that now.

It was official, he was the world’s biggest moron.

He knew now that the only way to salvage anything from this mess was to be honest, regardless of how she felt or didn’t feel as the case may be. So, as he thundered round past the Lincoln Memorial for the fourth time, he started to plan out exactly what he was going to say. By the time he got home an hour and a half later, and climbed into a scalding hot shower, he was feeling slightly more positive.

He just hoped she’d hear him out.

***** After a night of tossing and turning, alternating between being angry at herself and pissed at Steve, Katie had also been up at a ridiculous time, but unlike Steve she had curled up on her sofa with a film, counting the minutes down until it was an acceptable time to call her brother.

“Seven thirty AM?” Tony drawled as he answered. “You wet the bed?”

“Fuck off” She shot back “No, just had a shitty end to yesterday and thought I’d call to hear a friendly voice. Beginning to wonder why I bothered.”

“Bad day?” Tony’s voice softened “Ok Kiddo, I’m all ears.”

“Nah don’t wanna talk about it.” Katie said, and she didn’t. There was NO WAY she was telling Tony about Steve and whatever the hell nearly went down. That was a whole shit storm she didn’t want landing at Steve’s feet. “So what’s new with you?”

“Nothing much.” Tony sniffed.

“How’s things with you and Pepper? Still behaving?”

“I’m insulted you even asked me that.”

“I know you too well.” She chuckled.

“Well, if you really wanna know they’re going great. I’m thinking of taking her out to the Island in a couple of weeks. A dirty week away…”

“Ok too much information” she grimaced as Tony’s chuckle hit her ears “You’re nasty”

“I’m in love!” He said in a sing-song voice, making Katie roll her eyes.

“I never thought I’d see the day where you love someone more than yourself.”.

“What is this, Kiddo? Insult Tony day?” He scoffed making her laugh. “I love lots of things more than myself.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“You, Pepper…” the line was silent for a few seconds before he finished “Nope, that’s it.”

Katie laughed “I’m honoured.”

“So you should be, it’s a very hard list to make.”

They talked for another half an hour about all sorts of crap, Katie simply happy to hear her brother’s voice as it had been weeks since she’s seen him, far too long in her opinion. Eventually they both had to get ready for work so after breakfast and a shower she felt a little better although her stomach was still flipping slightly at the thought of seeing Steve. He’d messaged her a few times last night but she’d completely ignored him, and was feeling a little shitty about it now, if she was honest.

But, there was nothing she could do except apologise and hopefully they could move on and in time forget it.

When she walked into the Tactical Ops Office, Clint and Natasha were already in there, eating a pastry each, both with a coffee in hand and she was touched, as always, to see one waiting on her desk for her. But not touched enough to let Barton get away with using her desk as a foot rest.

“Get your feet down…” Katie slapped at his legs.

“Rude,” he muttered, removing them and placing his feet on the floor. “I bought you coffee.”

“Which is both appreciated and needed.” she pecked him on the cheek. “Thanks Hawkeye”

“You look like you aint slept all night.” Nat eyed Katie shrewdly as she shrugged off her coat “Who is he?”

“I should be so lucky” Katie mumbled dropping into her chair. She didn’t tell them that the reason she hadn’t slept all night was thanks to a certain blue eyed super soldier, but not because he was in bed with her, more so because he wasn’t.

“Better take a nap this afternoon then.” Clint pointed at her. “Want you on good form for the party.”

“What party?” Katie frowned.

“Rumlow’s 40th…”

She groaned. “That’s tonight?”

“Yeah.” Clint nodded, before he let out a snort as he looked over his shoulder at Nat “Now this is gonna be interesting.”

“What?” Katie frowned

“He’s referring to the fact I’ve been planning an outfit for a few days…” Nat yawned, examining her nails.

“Yeah and seeing you try and figure one out in a few hours, Nova, is gonna be amazing…”

“Not like I’m short of options,” Katie shrugged “I mean half the shit in my closet hasn’t seen the light of day in years.”

“You can always gift it to me.” Natasha quipped back

“Speaking of gifts, has anyone done a collection for dearest Brock?” Clint looked around. “I mean it is his 40th party after all, we should probably get him something…”

“Like what?” Nat asked.

“I dunno. What’s he into?” Clint pondered.

“I know what he’d like to get into.” Nat responded with a smirk. “Nova’s pants…”

At that Clint let out a bark of a laugh just as Steve walked through the door, expertly catching the pencil that Katie threw at the Archer.

“Beware low flying stationery.” Steve quipped as casually as he could, tossing the item onto the desk in front of Clint who leaned back in his chair, putting his feet back on the surface. Steve locked eyes with Katie for a second and he saw her take a deep, steadying breath before she looked over at Clint as he responded to Steve’s joke.

“It wasn’t flying, it was thrown.” he smirked. “Just Stark here getting a little upset about Nat’s joke.”

“I wasn’t upset, it was just a shit joke.” Katie rolled her eyes

“But it’s true, that’s what’s so funny!” Clint snorted “Admit it, you know he’s after a bit…”

“Can we just change the subject, please?” Katie groaned, turning to the keyboard on her desk. She could feel Steve’s eyes burning into her back as she tried to concentrate on the screen, ignoring him.

“You coming tonight Cap?” Clint asked

“Rumlow’s 40th?” Steve asked and Clint nodded

“Did everyone remember except me?” Katie looked round.

“Pretty much.” Nat nodded

Katie scowled.

“You’re a proper little ray of sunlight today.” Clint snorted at the expression on her face.

“I told you I’m tired.”

“Try going to bed and sleeping.” Nat quipped and this time it was a highlighter pen that flew across the room.

“Carry on and it will be a stapler.” Katie frowned. “I was alone, thank you. Unless you count my pillow.”

Steve looked down at his feet

“Was the pillow good?” Clint asked, and she glared at him, picking up the stapler as he laughed, holding his hands up.

“Anyway, Romanoff…” Steve deftly changed the subject as Katie slammed the stapler back down. “You ready for ops drill or…”

Nat groaned and pushed her chair back across the floor with a scrape. “Slave driver…catch you later Stark”

“Yeah see ya…” Katie didn’t bother turning round.

“I’m due on the range in 10 with the new recruits so…” Clint stood up and followed Nat before he stopped and turned back, glancing over his shoulder again before he spoke.

“Listen, don’t tell Widow I asked this but what’s the dress code for tonight? I better start sorting out what I’m wearing whilst I get chance…”

Katie stopped before she turned slowly in her seat and smirked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You hypocrite! It’s smart casual and if you don’t want me to tell Nat, it’ll cost you a beer”

“A beer for your silence… why haven’t we done this trade before?”

“Fuck off!” she flicked him the finger as he disappeared out of the office leaving Steve and her alone.

“Hey.” He spoke gently, testing the water “You alright?”

“Yeah” she nodded, looking up at him and he smiled, that fucking smile again and she cleared her throat. “Honestly I’m just tired.”

“You ran out on me.” he pointed out, studying her face.

“You didn’t exactly stop me Steve.” she shot back and he sighed.

“I know.” he swallowed “But you could have messaged me back.”

“Sorry, I was just…” Katie ran her hand over her face. “Actually, I don’t know what I was to be honest.”

There was a pause, a little awkward silence filling the room before Steve took a deep breath.

“Listen.” he began, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “About last night, what…well, what nearly happened. I err, I wanted to say that I-”

“It’s fine.” Katie cut him off quickly. “I get it, it was an emotional day and there was a lot for you to process and deal with. I mean, I was all over the place so I expect you were too. Guess we just…”

She trailed off and something inside Steve died a little. She’d felt sorry for him, that was the only reason they’d shared that moment. He struggled to keep his face straight as he shrugged, looking down at his hands, all thoughts of his planned speech flying out of his head.

“We’re okay, right?” Katie looked at him, and he glanced up, smile fixed on his face.

“Sure” he nodded, hopping off the desk. “Listen, I need to…” he pointed to the door.

“Yeah, course. I have a tonne of stuff to do anyway. I wanna get home in time for a nap”

He chuckled. “So I’ll err, see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, see you there.”

Katie watched him leave and as soon as he was clear of the room Katie took a shaky breath trying to stem the tears that were threatening once more to pour down her cheeks.

******

A wave of sound, both music and the noise of chatter hit Steve’s ears the minute he opened the door. He spotted Nat and Clint leaned against the bar and after saying hi to Rumlow and anyone else who greeted him he made his way over to the other two avengers and smiled.

“Hey Cap” Clint said, clapping him on his shoulder. “Beer?”

“Thanks Barton.”

Clint ordered his drink as Steve glanced around the room, looking for that familiar shock of brunette.

“She’s not here yet.” Nat drawled and he looked at her.

“Right.” He nodded simply, accepting the beer.

“Nice shirt” Clint grinned and Steve glanced down.

“Very modern.” Nat said,

“Romanoff,” Steve rolled his eyes. “You’re a pain in my ass…”

“She’s a pain in everyone’s ass.” Clint shrugged and Nat simply quirked an eyebrow at him as Steve gave a small chuckle, taking a slug of his beer.

“It’s one of my more endearing qualities.” she quipped.

Clint opened his mouth to say something but stopped as his eyes fell on someone and he smiled. Steve turned slightly to follow his gaze to see Katie making her way over towards them and boy, he had to stop his mouth falling open because she looked amazing. Tight black jeans, patent red heels and a sleeveless red top that plunged down her cleavage and tightened in to her waist before flaring out slightly. Her make up looked different, it was still light but she’d done something to her eye lids as they shimmered with a gold colour that made her eyes stand out even more.

Clint dropped a kiss to her cheek when she reached his side and Steve got a sudden hit of her perfume, the underlying floral tones that he associated with her, and he took a deep breath.

“About time…” Clint smiled at Katie. “We thought you had got lost.”

“Yeah, sorry I needed a nap.” she shrugged, nodding to Natasha and Steve.

“You want a drink?” Clint turned back to the bar waving at the tender.

“Yeah, I’ll have a gin thanks.”

“I like this.” Nat mused, her hand toying with the hem of her top. “New?”

“No, I dug it out from the doldrums of my closet.” she smiled, thanking Clint for the drink as he handed it to her. “I told you, I forget what’s in there sometimes.”

“Must be hard being so rich you can afford that many clothes you forget what you have.” Nat smirked, and Katie flipped her off drawing a snort from the red head.

“Table over there.” Clint spoke, nodding over to the right. “Shall we?”

The four of them made their way over and settled into a comfortable conversation as normal, but both Katie and Steve were ridiculously aware of one another. The smells of cologne and perfume, the feel of his shirt clad arm as it brushed against hers when he moved, her laugh which rang out over the table…

It was torture for them both.

After four rounds of drinks however, Katie had started to relax a little, dare she even say enjoy herself, so it was bound to be a matter of time before something else went wrong.

And it did, in spectacular fashion.

“Who’s round is it?” Clint announced “I’m ready for some shots…”

“Mine, I think.” Katie glanced round for one of the guys who was providing table service, when someone talking to Rumlow caught her attention. Tall, short dark hair, dark denim jeans and a white shirt. To most of the people in the room, the back of that man could have been anyone. But to Katie, well, she knew instantly who it was.

And her good mood sank as fast as it had been rising.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.” She mumbled. Steve, who had felt her tense next to him, looked down at her as Natasha frowned.

“What?”

“Ward’s here…”

Clint’s hand slipped and he almost sent the remainder of his beer flying as he scanned the room, his eyes narrowing.

“Ward as in, your ex Ward?” Steve asked, feeling the heat rise in his neck. She nodded and across the table Clint started grinding his teeth in a combination of anger and irritation.

Katie watched the back of her ex’s head, and then he turned to look around the room and their eyes locked. His mouth fell open slightly before he composed himself, and turned back to talk to Rumlow, running his hand through his hair, the way he always did when he was trying to act cool.

Katie snorted and turned back to the table.

“Want me to go punch him?” Clint leaned over towards her. “Because I’d really like to.”

Steve found himself thinking that was a great idea but Katie shook her head.

“Just ignore him. I am.”

*****

After three further gin and tonics and two tequilas had worked their way through her system Katie excused herself and headed out to the bathroom. Once she was gone, Clint shook his head.

“I cannot believe that fucking prick showed up.” He growled, waiving the waiter over. “Damned it I hate him.”

“I gathered.” Steve smirked as Clint ordered another round of drinks.

“I mean…what the fuck…why is he even here?” the archer continued to rant and Nat gently laid a hand on hi arm.

“Clint, don’t you think you’re overreacting a little?” She soothed.

“You didn’t see her Nat, that night when she caught him…she was a mess.”

“So was his car.” Natasha grinned and Clint snorted.

“His car?” Steve asked.

“Yeah…” Clint gave a small laugh. “She smashed up the body work…and I left four arrows in his tyres.”

Steve felt a surge of affection the archer as he took a deep breath, looking around. There was no sign of Katie, or Ward. Something seemed a little off, like things weren’t quite right…

“I’m gonna go check if she’s okay” he stood up, missing the glance that Natasha and Clint shared.

As it happens, Katie wasn’t ok. Nothing about walking out of the bathroom and bumping, literally, into your cheating fucker ex was ever going to be ok.

“Hi K.” Ward said, as his hands gently grabbed round her arms steadying her, his familiar smell washed over her senses. She pulled back immediately, shaking off his grip.

“Don’t call me that.”

He sighed “C’mon…”

“What do you want, Grant?”

“Hey, you bumped into me.” He chuckled. “You look amazing by the way.”

She snorted, and looked away.

“Look, I just wanted to say, well, I hate how we left things, you know? And I…”

“How we left thigs?” Katie’s eyes locked back onto his as she let out a sarcastic laugh. “The only thing I left was your apartment after finding you in bed with some blond bimbo.”

“The biggest mistake of my life.” Grant sighed, “I honestly mean that…”

“Is this the part where you say sorry for cheating on me and beg for my forgiveness?” Katie watched as the dark brown eyes that she had once found irresistible bore into hers and she felt the anger simmering again. She’d worked so long to get this man out of her system, but here he was, daring to try and smarm her into accepting an apology. The sheer audacity of it was making her want to scream.

“I am sorry. I genuinely am…”

“You’re sorry you got caught. There’s a difference.”

“No, that’s not it.” Grant shook his head. “There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t thought about you and how I fucked up.”

He ran his hand through his hair and Katie shook her head.

“Let’s be honest, she wasn’t the first was she?” She looked up at him. Grant dropped his head and that was all the confirmation she needed. “Our relationship, it was a car crash.”

“I loved you.”

“Seriously? You’re trying that one?” She looked at him, and then burst out laughing. “Oh Jesus…” She shook her head in disbelief and made to walk round him but he grabbed her arm.

“What’s so funny?”

“Let go of me.”

“I asked you a question…”

“And she asked you to let her go.” A familiar voice said and Katie looked up to see Steve stood in the corridor, hands on his belt buckle as the door to the main bar area swung shut behind him, causing the loud background noise to fade slightly. “She won’t need to ask again.”

“Sorry…I…” Ward, let go of her arm as he composed himself and extended his arm in greeting. “Captain Rogers. We haven’t been formally introduced. I’m-“

“I know who you are, Agent Ward” Steve looked at him, not even moving to take the man’s proffered hand, and he saw Ward’s jaw twitch, as his arm dropped back to his side, fist balling and unballing.

“I see. ” Ward raised an eyebrow, looking from Katie, to Steve and he took a deep breath and nodded. “I meant what I said. I really am sorry.”

Katie didn’t reply, simply watched him leave as he brushed past Steve who moved to the side to let him pass, but only after shooting him one last contemptuous look before the Captain turned back to Katie.

“Are you ok? Did he hurt you?” Steve asked her, stepping forward, noting she was rubbing the place on her arm where Ward’s hand had gripped.

“Hurt me?” she frowned.

“Yeah, your arm.” He nodded to it.

“Oh, no.” she said, shaking her head as her hand moved. “That was just weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah, I mean, well for so long I thought about what I’d say to him when I eventually did see him again, you know, how much he hurt me, broke my heart, but right then when I got the opportunity, I realised I actually don’t give a shit anymore.”

Steve smiled. “Good, I’m glad he didn’t upset you.” There was a pause before he gestured over his shoulder. “You err, you wanna go back in?”

“Do you think anyone would notice if I left?” She shrugged. “I don’t wanna be here anymore and there’s a bottle of wine and a pint of ice cream at home with my name on it”

“What Ice cream?” Steve asked, looking at her, raising his brow hopefully and she shook her head, chuckling.

“Mint choc chip.” she looked at him, before she turned to head towards the door of the bar before she stopped, and spoke again, without looking back. “Suppose I can share.”

With that she pushed the door open and Steve grinned, following her out.

*********

“I don’t know why you wear shoes so high if you can’t walk in them?” Steve snorted as Katie let out a groan, kicking her shoes off as soon as they stepped out of the elevator.

“Because they look good.” She shrugged. “I’m just gonna get changed, won’t be long. Grab yourself a drink.”

Whilst she was in the bedroom Steve did as he was told and grabbed a beer for himself, and poured Katie a glass of wine before carrying them into the lounge and setting them on the coffee table. He had to stop himself from staring when she walked back into the room, all long legs and thigh tattoo, in a pair of denim shorts and a hoody. She dropped heavily onto the sofa besides him, taking her wine and gulping down a large mouthful.

“You sure you’re ok?” he asked, looking at her.

“Stop asking me that, Steve.” She snapped. “I’m fine.”

“Sorry, I didn’t…”

“No, I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “That was uncalled for.” She looked at him and gave a soft smile. “I’m fine, honestly. And thank you, for being there before.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Steve shook his head. “I care about you Katie, you know that. And, well, frankly, when I saw him with his hand on you, I wanted to smash his face into the wall.”

Katie let out a huff of laughter as she glanced at her wine glass. “You’ll have to get behind Tony in the queue.”

Steve looked down at his beer, before he took a deep breath. “The guy is a dick.” he said, tilting side on so his arm was over the back of the sofa behind her. “And I don’t mean that just because of tonight. If you were my girl I wouldn’t be looking twice at anyone else.”

Katie smiled, as she looked up at him. “That’s because you’re a gentleman.”

“No.” he shook his head, his blue eyes locking onto hers. “It’s because you’re worth so much more than that.”

“Sure.” she shrugged and Steve pressed his lips together in a firm line of frustration.

“Don’t…”

“What?” she frowned.

“Do that.“ he pressed.

“Do what?”

“Put yourself down. You do it all the time” he sighed.

“I don’t.” She swallowed, looking away.

“Yes, you do. You think so little of yourself but you shouldn’t. Katie, you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met” With that he took a deep breath, there was no going back now. The hand that wasn’t draped around the back of the sofa reached out and tangled in hers and as she raised her head to look at him, her eyes were filled with tears and he swallowed, his mouth feeling suddenly dry as the blood pounded in his ears, his heart beating so rapidly he thought it might burst through his chest.

He had to make her understand, just how deep his feeling went.

His right hand gently moved from the sofa back to the side of her jaw where he simply cupped her face and she closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. When she opened them again, it was just in time to see his gaze flicker to her mouth, before he leaned forward, a movement that was slow and seemed to take forever, until his lips met hers in a soft, sweet kiss that set every single nerve in her body on edge.

Steve pulled away slightly, just enough so that he could look into her eyes, make sure she was okay with this, and finding nothing but eagerness on her part, he pressed his lips back to hers.

The entire world around them faded to nothing and they both relaxed as this time the kiss deepened slightly, his hand still cupping her cheek as he slid his tongue gently across her bottom lip. She obliged, opening her mouth slightly and at the touch of her tongue on his Steve felt a jolt of electricity surge up his spine. Eventually they broke away and Steve gently slid his nose along hers unable to keep the smile off his face as their foreheads rest together.

“Where did you learn to kiss like that, Captain Badass?” She whispered and he gave a chuckle.

“To be honest with you…” he sat up slightly, his right hand returning to where it had been before, resting on the back of the sofa “I don’t think I have until now.”

She grinned and tucked her hair behind her ear with a hand that was trembling from nerves, adrenaline and absolute pleasure at being kissed by the utter God of a man sat on her sofa.

“So err…” Steve licked his lips. “I know this might be a little late, so to speak after, well, erm, yeah, but I’d really like to take you out, you know, on a date?”

Katie blinked as he stuttered over his words, and suddenly became aware she was chewing on her lip. She felt heat in her cheeks as she looked at him and nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

That crooked grin she knew and had come to love spread across his face.

“You free tomorrow?” he asked before hastily correcting himself “It’s Saturday, or is that too soon? We could always go next weekend instead if you want or-”

“Steve,” she cut him off, gently squeezing her fingers round his, “tomorrow is fine.”

“Great, tomorrow…that’s…great…” He trailed off as Katie held his gaze.

The air between them seemed to crackle and this time it was her that initiated the kiss. This one was slightly deeper, the fire in her belly was hotter and that naughty part of her would have loved nothing more than to throw her hands round his neck and pull him down on top of her. But Steve Rogers was nothing if not a gentleman, and she didn’t want to rush into anything. She’d waited too long for this to fuck it up by moving too fast. With that in mind she willed herself to pull away.

“So err, you wanna watch a film or…” She glanced at the TV.

“Yeah…” Steve gave a little chuckle, his eyebrows raising a little before he took a deep breath. “You need another drink?”

Katiee nodded and he hopped up off the sofa, taking her empty glass to top it up, frankly glad of the chance to cool down. He’d had to stop himself then from pushing her down on the couch, but he knew that wouldn’t be the right thing to do. He wanted to do this properly, it was too special to risk.

Katie flicked through the android box, and with a grin found the perfect film, one that was a comedy, not romance or action, something easy.

“The Sandlot?” Steve asked as he handed her the filled glass, reading the title on the screen. “It’s about baseball?”

“More about kids having adventures over summer but yeah, baseball features a lot. It’s funny, you’ll like it”

“Sure I will.” Steve said, as he settled down next to her.

She pressed play on the film, threw the remote onto the coffee table and lifted Steve’s arm, sliding into place beneath it, tucking herself in against his side with her legs curled up beneath her. It was something she’d done so many times before but this time, well it felt different. Steve pressed a kiss to her head before turning his attention back to the film, his arm draped over her shoulders, fingers gently tracing shapes on her upper arm.

They sat in the dark living room, watching the film, not another word shared. They both laughed, Steve grimacing at the Chewing Tobacco scene where the kids all vomited off the side of a fairground ride, it reminded him far too vividly of the time he had barfed after riding the Cyclone, and at the end when it showed one of the kids playing for the LA Dodgers Steve was the first one to break the comfortable silence, letting out a little snort.

“I still don’t like the fact they aint in Brooklyn any more”

“Really, you never mentioned it.” Katie said sarcastically, sitting up.

He rolled his eyes before he stretched. “I should be going.”

“Yeah, it is late.” Katie agreed, standing up as he did. “And I got a big date tomorrow.”

“Yeah” he asked, paying along as he walked to the door “Anyone I know?”

“Just some guy from work.” she shrugged. “He’s pretty hot but don’t tell him I said so.”

Steve laughed. “You’re a nightmare, you know that?” he smirked.

“Yeah but, you love it.” Katie shrugged as the elevator arrived.

“Yeah, I do.” Steve smiled softly, dropping a gentle kiss to her lips. “Goodnight, Doll.”

“Night Stevie.”

He squeezed her hand and stepped into the elevator and as soon as the doors had closed, a huge shit eating grin spread across both their faces.

***** Chapter 5

**Original Posting**

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