#uuuugh these gifs look so off to me

[rachi-roo]

Hiyaaaa, Rachi! How are you doing? If fic requests are open, may I please request a (romantic if possible) Lee! Fyodor Ler! Dazai fic?

You know how Fyodor is all calculated and menacing? Yeah, that flies out the moment he's tickled. Let me tell you, it's canon (prove me otherwise😂) that this rat man would be the cutest lee. I'm talking cute-ass nervous/anticipation giggles, his eyes furiously trained on the hands of the ler (our whore-I mean Dazai), twitching when he hasn't even been touched yet. And even Dazai is flabbergasted when he hears the rat's tickly laugh. It's uncharacteristically sweet😂. He doesn't even tease him about it because it's so adorable.

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Bungo Stray Dogs: "Did you know rats laugh when tickled?"

Hi friendo! Im doing fabulous, thank you! Hope you're well! Oooh! Another challenging one~ Thank you very much for the ask! FyoZai is an interesting ship, one I hadn't considered before now 🤔 Kinda gay but we love that XD Tough, menacing men's being turned into jelly at just sight of wriggling fingers will ALWAYS be a favourite! I've written them as kind of frenemies with benefits XD I hope it satisfies! ❤️🩷❤️

Summary: Dazai manages to break into Fyodors temporary secret residence and has an important fact he has to share!

Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Dazai, Ship

Tw: Mild 'suggestive' flirting/ physical contact

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Night fell over the busy city streets, Fyodor was sitting alone in an inconspicuous little motel rental apartment. It's just somewhere peaceful to stop off between his usual stabbing and hacking and whatnot.

The Russian sighed, running a hand through his ebony locks as he lay on the bed provided, wearing something a little less formal for his rest. Just some black joggers and an oversized shirt. Nice and comfy.

As he stared at the ceiling, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, starting to slip closed as his mind began to fog up with sleep.

Ssshuk-

The unmistakable sound of a sliding window being lifted startled the resting terrorist, making him sit up instantly, just in time to see a gangly leg and arm fall through the window.

"Hupsy daisy!" The lanky limbs belonged to none other than Dazai Osamu. He poked his head in with a smirk, looking directly at Fyodor with a chuckle.

"There you are~!" He chimed, pulling himself through the tiny window and dusting himself off. "Geez, I thought the information said room four. I just saw the little old lady next door completely butt nude. Not a pleasant sight." He cringed.

Fyodor was already at his mental capacity limit just by having this goon break in through the window. But he knew this was far from over.

"What do you want, Dazai?" He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He didn't bother asking how Dazai found his location. He knew the goober would probably just say 'magic' or something stupid like that.

Dazai grinned, sitting by Fyodors' side on the edge of his bed. "Awww, c'mon buddy. Do I really need a reason to visit my arch nemesis slash bestie?" He chuckled, kicking his shoes off and turning to sit cross-legged on the bed.

"Dazai," Fyodor sighed, covering his mouth as he yawned. "I'm tired, okay? Can we do this another time? Go talk to Granny next door if you're bored." He turned on his side, nuzzling his face into his pillow, hoping Dazai would just leave if he ignored him.

Obviously, that wasn't going to work at all. Being ignored only edged him on. "But I have a fun fact for you! Come ooooon!" He shook the russians arm playfully.

"Uuuugh... Will you go if I listen to your stupid fact?"

"Yes! Immediately!" Dazai nodded.

"Fine! What is it?" Fyodor kept his face half buried in his pillow before feeling Dazai suddenly grab him and flip him onto his back, straddling his waist and pinning his arms beside his head in one swift movement.

"Aaaalright!" The brunette beamed. "Did you know rats laugh when tickled?"

The floor fell from beneath Fyodor. He felt his stomach drop and then fill with butterflies. His heart rate suddenly shot up as his cheeks flushed with a pink glow.

"I did not know... That rats could do that. No." He felt so very silly at just how immediate his reaction was to a simple word. One damn word!

"You didn't know that? Whaaaat? That's craaaazy!" Dazai dragged out sarcastically, knowing he had Fyodor right where he wanted him.

"No, so, is that all? Or is th-ehee! No! No, stop that." Fyodors' demonic reputation was stripped from him. All Dazai had to do was raise his hands and flex those fiendish fingers, and Fyodor melted like cotton candy in a stream.

Dazai smirked, cruelly edging his teasing fingers closer to Fyodors torso, not giving any indication as to where he would actually strike.

"What's the matter, Fyodor? It's not like you're a rat or anything. Unless, maybe you are? Maybe you're a silly, giggly, ticklish little rat~!" God, his teasing was relentless!

Fyodor tried biting back his anxious giggling as he fought with Dazais hands. Swatting and grabbing at any advances the detective made.

"Stohohp! Dazai! This isn't fuhunnyyy!" He managed to grip both of Dazais wrists, grinning giddily up at his attacker as he tried to catch his breath.

"Oh, but it is funny! It's so, so funny to see you wriggling like a widdle wat!" Dazai smirked, letting Fyodor hold his wrists for a moment as he leaned down, softly placing a few butterfly kisses on his 'friend's' neck, making his shoulders bunch.

"Hehe! N-Noho! Dazai! G-Get ohoff!" He blushed profusely, his feet kicking against the mattress. In the split second that he was distracted, Dazai snuck his hands down, digging into Flydors' sides, kneading into them with his nimble fingers.

"Gotcha, ratty!"

"NYAHAHA! Shit! Shiiit! Naaahaha!"

Dazai put his full weight on Fyodor, keeping him trapped as he gripped his hips, drilling his thumbs into the protruding bone.

"Oh, what a skinny rat you are~"

"Wait! Dazai not thEHEHAHAHAAAAA!"

Fyodor wheezed as he tried to curl up, his hips bucking slightly against Dazais. The suicidal numpty chuckled, making silly false moaning sounds.

"Ah~ Fyodor~ Harder~!"

"GET OFFA MEHEHE! Y-You peheherv!" Fyodor pushed on Dazais cheeks, trying to wriggle himself free.

"You crehehEHEHEEP! AH! Ya ub'yu tebyahaha, ublyudok! UMEREHEHET!"

"Uuuh, no tengo espanol?"

"Screhehew you!"

"Ah~! How forward of you my dear~!"

"DAZAI!" Fyodor grabbed Dazais' hands, pulling them away from his hips only to have his own hands suddenly pinned over his head with one of Dazais.

"Got you nooow~" Dazai grinned evily, wriggling his finger close to Fyodors exposed armpits, enjoying the power he weilded as he watched his helpless buddy writhe and flinch beneath him.

"Stohop teasing! You neheheee! No!"

Dazai gasped, seeing Fyodors shirt had ridden up. "Ohoho! What do we have here~?" He cooed, slowly starting to drag his fingers back and forth over his exposed tummy, biting his lip as he watched Fyodors skin tremble.

"A-Aha! Gh-! Stoahahap! Hah-!"

"Coochie, coochie, cooo little rat~" He dipped his finger into his belly button, earning a satisfying squeal. "Hehe, what a squeaky little rat you are! Eek, eek!"

"I swehear I-Ihihi'm gonna kill you!"

"You what?"

"I'll kIHIHIIIIIYAHAHA!" The Russians body arched as Dazai suddenly switched his tactics, clawing at Fyodors underarm.

"Didn't quite catch that, buddy." Dazai taunted, smiling down at Fyodors' exasperated expression. His eyes scrunched shut, his tear stained cheeks a warm pink hue and his bright unyielding smile filling the room with his loud, relentless laughter. It brought out the sadist in Dazai, seeing his loved one like this.

"I could go all night with you like this~ It's quite a nice view. Tickle, tickle, tickle~"

"Plehehease! No! Noho! Mehercy! AHAHAHAAAAA!"

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Finally, Dazai was satisfied. He hopped off his partner, stretching his arms as if nothing had happened, slipping his shoes on casually as he listened to Fyodors heavy breathing.

"Did I go too hard?" He asked, turning to look as Fyodor curled in on himself, hiding his face in his pillow as he hugged it to his chest.

"Haha, awww, lil' rat is all tired. Darn, look at the mess you've made." He chuckled, gesturing to the bed sheets that had been pulled loose due to all Fyodors thrashing.

He smiled, gently tucking the bed sheets back under the mattress, so they were nice and neat. "Are you really ignoring me now?... Fyodooor?" Dazai chimed, swiping a finger across Fyodors bare foot, immediately getting smacked across the face with a pillow.

"DAMN IT DAZAI!"

"What!? I thought we were having a moment!"

"OUT! Get out!" Fyodor growled, his face beat red, steam pouring from his ears like he was ready to burst.

"But Fyodooor!"

"NO! Y-You're the worst!"

"Okay, okay." Dazai leaned in suddenly, placing a soft kiss on his partner's forehead, making Fyodor need a reboot. "I'll catch you later, ratty~" Dazai smirked, already halfway out the window again when Fyodor tossed his pillow at him.

"OUT!"

"Love you too!"

Fyodor sighed, flopping back down onto his bed with a huff.

"Yeah..."

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#BSD #Bungo stray dogs #fyodor x dazai #Lee!Fyodor #Ler!Dazai #bsd tickle #Bungo stray dogs tickle #sfw tickles #slight spice? #dazai osamu #fyodor dostoevsky

[toointojoelmiller]

play something new: a last of us one-shot

Sarah and Joel have a sweet domestic moment together in th backyard... just before his birthday :( gosh I love them.

1k words

read on ao3 here

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The screen door slams behind him, and he jumps - drops the bike chain, lubricant smearing up his forearm. He cranks his head around to see - Sarah in her hoodie and track pants, barefoot on the patio.

It isn’t every day that she wants him to play for her - so when he registers that she’s holding onto his guitar, he raises an eyebrow.

“Hey kiddo,” he says. He sets down what he’s holding and tries to wipe some of the grease off his hands and arms - smudging dark stains onto his nearly worn to death jeans.

She flops onto their bench swing, laying the guitar down next to her. “Hey. What are you doing?”

He walks over, stretching out his back. “Just - getting our bikes tuned up a bit - thought we might go out this weekend, if you’re up for it. As a birthday present for me?”

She laughs at him. “Dad - I’ll go for a bike ride with you - you don’t have to extort me.”

He flashes her a grin as he moves the guitar aside, leaning it against the wall, and sits down next to her - “Alright, good to know. I’ll cash it in for somethin’ else then.”

She rolls her eyes and rocks the swing back and forth a little bit with her toes - they sit in the quiet for a few moments, listening to the bugs humming.

“You want me to see if Uncle Tommy can come with us?” He asks eventually.

She nods - “Sure. Sounds fun. Then I won’t feel bad when I leave both of you in the dust - you can keep each other company.”

He snorts as he thinks about the last time the three of them went biking - the split chin Tommy had to get stitched up after a poorly thought out race home with Sarah and a way too enthusiastic attempt to jump a curb - “I’ll ask him."

“Speaking of -” she says, “Your birthday breakfast - we decided we’re gonna have pancakes. I don’t think we have any stuff though.”

“Alright, pancake mix - on it,” he says. “You two plottin’ anythin’ else about my birthday?” 

She shakes her head. “Nah - not yet anyway.” 

“Well, you got a couple days,” he says as he scratches his chin, looking at her. “You all done playin’ for the night?”

She shakes her head - “Just needed some air.” Chews her lip a bit, a furrow in her brow that makes Joel frown.

“Everything alright?”

“I can’t get it,” she groans in dismay, throwing her head back dramatically - he almost laughs, but knows she won’t appreciate it - “I’ve been trying for hours - and I just - it’s like my fingers won’t do what I want ‘em to. I’m no good at it.”

“You’ll get it, kiddo - just takes time. You’re plenty good. Ke -"

“Keep practicing, I know,” she grumbles, cutting him off. “Uuuugh. Practicing sucks.”

He can’t hold in a chuckle -

“And now you’re laughing at me, too,” she says, tossing a hand over her eyes. But her shoulders are shaking too as she laughs along.

“Nah - really, though, baby - I’m sorry. I know the feelin’ - it ain’t fun,” he says, putting an arm around her and giving her a squeeze. “Which one are you tryin’?”

“The - you know the one that’s like,” she mimics a little tune - “Duh-nuh nuh nuh nuh -" and he’s fighting not to laugh again - can’t help it, sometimes she’s just so damn cute.

“Right - “ he says, no clue at all what song she’s talking about - “Halican Drops?”

It’s a safe guess and it pays off as she nods.

“Well - you’ll get it baby. Maybe just need a break. Sometimes if you try for too long you can end up getting worked up about it and - just makes it harder. Maybe better to start fresh another time.”

“Yeah,” she mumbles. “I guess.” It’s quiet for another minute. He moves the hand around her shoulder up, playing with her hair a bit.

And then she looks at him, doe eyed. “Will you play something for me?”

A question he’s never said no to. He can’t help the grin that spreads cross his face, that she’ll still ask - growing so fast it makes him dizzy - a full-blooded teenager now, and still sitting out back with her dad, wanting to hear him play. Special, sweet - not a day goes by he isn’t floored by how lucky he is. 

“Of course,” he says, trying not to gloat over it - his heart swelling in his chest. “Any special requests?” He gets the strap slung over his head, takes a second to adjust the tuning -

Sarah shrugs, tucking her feet up on the bench, wrapping her arms around her knees. “Something new. What were you playing last night?”

He’s suddenly a bit sheepish - almost blushes. “Ah - you heard that? Thought I was bein’ quiet - sorry.”

She shakes her head at him -“No, I liked it - it sounded nice. The little bit I heard, anyway. What was it?”

He opens his mouth, but she gets a sly smile as she cuts him off to say - “Wait, wait - let me guess - more Pearl Jam?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he says with a scoff as she throws her head back and cackles.

“Oh my god, Dad - you seriously need to branch out.”

He’s laughing, too - can’t help it, she’s contagious - “You want me to play or you want to tease me about my taste in music some more?”

She wiggles a bit to get comfortable, tucks some of her hair behind her ears. “Play, play! Can you - do you mind doin’ the one from last night? It sounded cool. There was a part I really liked.”

“Anythin’ for you, kiddo,” he says seriously, and she beams that smile at him that makes everything in the world ok. “Fair warning, though - I don’t have it nearly figured out, yet. Just came out - only played it through a few times. Was gonna play it for you, eventually, just - don’t be surprised if you hear me fillin’ in a lot -”

She nods eagerly. He takes a minute to run his eyes over her face - hopes she never stops looking at him like this - before he clears his throat, strums the first few bars - breath in -

“If I ever were to lose you -”

#joel and sarah #tlou fanfiction #tlou one shot #joel miller #sarah miller #tlou fluff #ok but when did he learn the song though he must have known it before the outbreak guys and who would he have wanted to play it for SARAH #dad joel #joel before the outbreak #if i ever were to lose you #fluff #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fic

[arziaisfrench]

▪︎ IPKKND Ep 128 : The worst side of Arnav, to let Asr be a monster

> Cruel in a name of pride/toxic competitivity/digusting humiliation

" -Miss Anjali said you're not coming! -So, what it matters to you? " He is satisfied to read how much she cares for him through the look in her eyes. He can't hold his smile. Asr loves winning. But he wants more. He wants words.

Arnav didn't care about chosing a ring for Lavanya or to organize the arrangements. He went just to hurt Khushi, trying to make her feel hopeless and jealous seeing him soon get married, just like how he felt when he saw her put back shyam's ring in her finger.

Seeing how he almost chose the ring Khushi selected, he's taken off guard and gets shy. I think he got embarrassed on how much Khushi can guess his preferences (just like how she can guess what he woud want to say, this episode comes later, but notice the same reaction he has here).

To me, this can betray how much influence she has on him again. He doesn't want to show it to her since she refuses to confess. It's his childish way to take away from her the satisfaction to indeed be able to understands him like no else can. "I didn't say I like it, I said it's good." 🙄

Asr is so excited seeing her get so overwhelmed by his actions, (proving how much she cares) that Arnav isn't attentive enough to the awful pain he just provoked in her.

This whole scene was so heavy to watch. As always Barun and Sanaya excellent acting in this series let you really feel it all, the pain, the toxicity, the gloomy tension, everything !

Khushi must have felt so humiliated here. Arnav didn't realize the layers of this action could trigger the deep complexes he doesn't yet know she has. UUUUgh my heart was aching sooo bad !!

He gave Lavanya the necklace she was looking at. Khushi thinks she's nothing compare to her and his feelings for her are nothing compare to his love for Lavanya.

He and Lavanya are from the same world, while she stands there belonging to another one. A world that can't be compare to their. She feels ashamed. She thinks she's unworthy of his love. She always felt she wasn't worthy to her adopted parents. She never really belonged there. And now, she feels she can never belong to him, to his world. "Is there any place for me in this world? Where do I belong when my own parents are'nt even with me? Where can I feel at home? Who can I fully love? Who can really love me for who I am?"

Arnav only sees how she cares, how she can feel jealous. He doesn't see how he's triggering her, how he's breaking her heart once again.

"I gave Lavanya the necklace you like … I hope you don't care at all."

It's also fascinating to see Arnav so blinded by his fear (the fear to be exactly like his mother) that he doesn't see how much he can look like his father ! Disrespecting Lavanya over and over again.

I talked about the dark and almost mystical way of loving that his mother had and gave to him, that's what triggered him the most in my opinion when he almost kissed her, and made him push away Khushi. But his father also gave him something, this toxic tendency to be blinded (him and even his morals) by his love/obsession for another woman.

#ipkknd #ipkkndep128 #arshi #arnav and khushi

[firecrackerhh]

“Uuuugh why do people find the villains in Hazbin/helluva hot??? You guys are WEIRDOS if they were real they would insult you!!!”

But they aren’t real. And they will never BE real. So I think us Alastor simps are like. Fine. Do you actually believe us to be so fucking retarded that we aren’t aware of how bad someone like Alastor would be irl?

Because if you think that you’re retarded.

Like sure there are women who do that sorta thing with real killers but shit, I don’t know if you know this, but fiction is just…fiction. Just because you want to see something in fiction doesn’t mean you want it irl.

I for one, have no desire whatsoever to talk to an actual serial killer (beyond using the opportunity to pick their brain as it were) much less have a relationship with one.

I’m not one of those true crime bitches or nothing but I certainly find it interesting on a psychological level at least.

Just cuz I think Alastor is hot doesn’t mean I’m not aware that in real life he would either disregard my very existence or fucking kill me for the hell of it. But it doesn’t matter what he would think. He isn’t real.

None of it is real. Who cares if people want to imagine Alastor or Valentino or Crimson as being slightly nicer than they actually are? Why the fuck do you care? Fuck is this fandom police bullshit?

At this point if something in the fandom that’s unimportant in every aspect bothers you it’s probably better off if you fucking ignore it or leave cuz that shit attitude isn’t necessary. Some of you need to touch grass and like…I dunno, find somewhere else to spread your bad vibes I guess?

Seriously if the fandom bothers you that bad, you’re welcome to like…leave. Yknow. Like a normal person would do.

Why are y’all so fucking miserable? And so intent on spreading it around. Being a fucking rude bitch to everyone you slightly disagree with makes you look like, well, a rude bitch, and if that attitude in any way reflects how you are IRL I pity the people who are forced to be around you.

Christ I’m a sea of calm and wisdom compared to some of these people, fucking yikes.

Y’all need therapy.

🧨🔥~Firecracker out~🧨🔥

#tis i the werebitch

[fortheloveofdeaddove]

Making Room

Warnings: See Making Room master post.

Summary: At last.

Chapter 8

Julian had suggested they order Ciri’s favorite pizza and decorate the place like a fancy restaurant (or what in a child’s mind equated to a fancy restaurant). They’d filled the room with candles and gone the whole 9 yards with rose petals scattered everywhere, her favorite K-Pop music playing in the background.

Ciri was ecstatic over the phone, gushing about the salon Vesemir had taken her to, telling him how excited she was to show him the dress her Papa had bought her when she got home.

Geralt had gone to the barber first thing in the morning. Julian got his locks trimmed, while Geralt was facing a slightly more dubious prospect.

“Do it, dad.”

“...You’re sure , Julian?”

“Trust me,” he pouted.

Geralt narrowed his eyes at his son, just hoping he ultimately wasn’t encouraging his dad to do this as some kind of prank.

He nodded at the barber. “Fine.”

His barber hi-fived Julian and he commenced with giving Geralt a gods-be-damned undercut .

Afterward he inspected himself in the mirror and looked back at his son for confirmation.

“...Uh yeah, yeah. Looks great dad!”

Hm. He’d expected a little more enthusiasm.

“Mr. Rivia, you look stunning, if I may say so,” the barber gushed.

Julian was looking at him a little funny, but when he got in the car and promptly dove for his daddy’s crotch to get his pants open and suck his cock, Geralt just smiled and pulled out his phone to record it.

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His son had been rather pushy about Geralt’s attire, complaining about being restricted to black as an entire palette, but he supposed he only had himself to blame if he was going to put a condition on it then hand it over to his fashion-obsessed 13-year-old son.

He looked good though. Yennefer was missing out, as Julian had put it so perfectly. His son had picked a top that clinged to his impressive build and tapered where it needed to, and hunted the racks relentlessly until he found a pair of pants that did something he called “The Christoper Meloni”, whatever the fuck that was (he’d have to Google it later). Kids these days were weird, but thankfully hypersexualized and easily manipulated.

Nevertheless, Julian had pulled it off again. He’d have to fucking pour himself into those pants, but still.

Geralt was patient and indulgent as Julian led them through the mall and across town to various shops as he hunted for the perfect look. Apparently he and Ciri were both into K-Pop, and he wanted accessories that looked like the ones their favorite idol wore in a recent video.

“Uuuugh, daddy, why didn’t I order these ahead of time?!”

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When Ciri arrived, Geralt wanted to kick himself. Of course the old man had taken her to Katy’s .

"This is all for me?" she had squealed in delight.

"Yes, my lady, please do come in!" Julian hammed it up and pretended to be the maitre d.

He’d recognize a Katy’s dress anywhere. He’d had a few other girls before, and the process was more or less the same. At some point you always needed a sweet little dress to fuck your girl in for the first time. Vesemir had even found her some strappy kitten heels to match.

That occasion was still yet to come, but the sentiment was the same. There was no telling how slowly or quickly things would progress after tonight. There was so much to explore and anticipation to build, and he had a half-cocked idea about putting his old high school letter jacket on and taking her virginity in the back of his car at some random “makeout point”, but that was for another day. They were breaking new ground tonight. And she was in a fucking Katy’s dress. He was going to kill his dad. Or kiss him. Maybe both.

Katy’s was a sweet little boutique in the network that offered all sorts of wonderful clothes and accessories for little boys and girls. It was also a day sex-club of sorts for VIP clientele, but with a bring-your-own-kids model. A business run by a very talented husband and wife that were more like family than friends or business associates. He’d have to give Irene a call and ask what she and Charlie made of his princess. 

Ciri was a vision in soft layers of coral chiffon that undoubtedly did not fully protect her modesty in certain lights. Like, for instance, the lighting in his house. Gods Vesemir was such a scheming genius bastard. She lacked about three layers too few, but she probably didn’t realize that her perky nipples showed right through her black lace bra and the paltry shield the front of her dress made. So did her black panties. His princess had definitely wanted to shop for special clothes, and how kind of Irene to steer her towards colors that would pop under that dress.

The dress was a similar cut to her night gown, though a good few inches longer (Vesemir must have gotten some inspiration from the server) and the stones sewn into it reflected a white sparkle. Authentic, no doubt. Vesemir was a sucker for keepsakes. 

Geralt preferred footage if he wanted a reminder.

Her normally long, wavy hair had been pulled to one side and knotted and braided prettily at her neck, while the rest cascaded down her left shoulder and breast in gorgeous curls and spirals. 

"Daddy your hair!" She squealed, and took turns cooing over them both. In turn, Geralt twirled her around and they both showered her with compliments. Julian inspected her hair and accessories closely while Geralt snapped some photos of them preening and congratulating each other on how cute they looked.

Geralt especially hadn't realized how nice Julian would look in all that slinky fucking gold jewelry. At first he’d thought it was going to look silly as he started pulling things off the shelf to try on, but Julian’s summer-tanned skinned looked very tempting under the thin gold bracelets and necklace. Even the dorky little clip ons in his ears was making him seriously consider setting up a piercing session with Coen. Julian would do anything for his daddy if he knew how much he liked it.

Thank the gods for K-Pop, he snorted.

Ciri bounced in happily and was delighted over the decorations, and Julian excitedly demanded to know where she’d been with Papa Ves and how she’d gotten the dress, and who’d done her makeup and where she’d gotten her hair done. He could tell she was so fucking pleased with the attention, and he let her bask in it as they presented her with a bouquet of red roses, and Julian kissed her hand. She giggled and blushed when Geralt pulled her chair out for her.

They enjoyed the pizza and she was happy to go on about her day, and they were happy to listen. Geralt had whipped together strawberry shortcake for dessert, and after they finished that, Geralt asked if the kids wanted to take a dip in the hot tub.

He was extremely pleased to see that they both simply got up stripped on the spot, leaving their nice new clothes and things folded up at the table, and headed toward the door. No one thought to bother with a bathing suit.

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“This was so much fun.”

“We’re glad you had fun, Ciri. Do you want skin-to-skin?” Geralt ventured. Julian was glued to his side, his thigh thrown over Geralt’s lap and he was slowly stroking his daddy’s cock under the water.

Ciri nodded eagerly and floated over to them. Julian and Geralt shared an eager look. It was good to know his boy was fine relinquishing a bit of his dad's attention for the moment. Julian withdrew as Ciri floated onto Geralt’s lap and they slotted together, her legs spread wide over his hips and his cock pressed to her core explicitly for the second time.

She stuttered a sigh and immediately pressed herself to Geralt fully, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck, probably to hide herself out of shyness.

 Julian trailed his fingers along her spine.

“Do you wanna talk now, sweetie?”

He felt a shiver go through her, despite being in the hot tub, and he squeezed her briefly as he moved her hair out of the way and kissed her a little too wetly on the neck. He couldn’t help himself.

“Ciri…” Julian asked tentatively, “Do you want to ask… for something else, instead?”

Geralt looked at Julian and it all clicked. Fuck. That’s it.

He was taking that boy to Disneyland. Disneyworld. Whatever the fuck he wanted.

He gently took Ciri by her shoulders and put a little space between them. The older man cupped her face and lifted her chin, encouraging her to look at him. “Do you want something, baby? Tell daddy what to do. Tell me what you need, baby.” He slid one hand gently down her face and neck, then down her chest, not avoiding her breast this time, and she jerked and gasped and again pushed herself against him.

“Touch me?” She whispered brokenly. “W-will you touch me daddy? More than skin-to-skin? Like you touch Julian? I- I- I-,”

He covered her mouth with his own, not plunging in but sealing her lips. He didn’t want to startle her. He rocked them together, trying to soothe her as she grabbed for him everywhere , sliding her thighs up and down his sides. Julian gently crowded in behind her and Geralt broke their kiss, leaving her panting, and Julian was gently guiding her chin so he could take his dad’s place. Geralt took the chance and craned down to trail kisses down her neck, and finally suckle on her sweet, perky little tits while Julian tilted her chin back to kiss her. 

They felt even better in his mouth than he fantasized. So small and young and she was terribly sensitive if the way she was squirming and whining was anything to go by. But he needed to slow down.

He pulled back reluctantly, licking his lips shamelessly and just watched Julian use his talented mouth on his little girl for a moment. Was this really happening? Was she really here, wriggling naked in his lap in the hottub at home? 

“Let’s slow down you two, we have all the time in the world,” he said, surprised by the rasp in his own voice. Nothing in him biologically agreed with what he was saying, but he hadn’t gotten this far just to fuck it all up now.

His son and daughter ended their kiss wetly, panting and grinning shyly at each other.

Squirming atop his cock with her pink nipples hard and goosebumps covering her skin, Geralt had her right where he wanted her.

___

That night he set up a bubble bath for Julian and Ciri while he’d desperately gotten himself off with Ciri’s nightgown in the closet. He needed to be patient and calm when they went to bed tonight, not desperate. Yes, he’d have Julian’s ass, but he didn’t want to scare her by fucking her brother unconscious on their first night together. He needed to show her he was a gentle and patient lover and that sex was nothing to be scared of. 

After the bath, he asked the children to get dressed in robes simply because he’d want to see them strip later, but he muttered something about wanting everyone to be able to focus while they talked before bed. They snuggled up on the bed atop the covers, Julian the big spoon to Ciri’s little, and Geralt laying on his side propped up on one arm, Ciri sandwiched tightly between. His cock (which had never gone fully soft after the closet, he was too fucking excited) was hard again and pressed hot against the silk of her robe, and every slight move Ciri made was heaven and torture at the same time. He ran his free hand soothingly along whatever skin he could reach to distract himself.

“There’s more… to the family, Ciri, to our traditions and way of life that you’ve yet to learn. But for right now, I want you to pretend like it’s forbidden to talk about this with anyone but me and Julian. Do you understand why?”

Ciri shook her head. “Why, daddy?”

“Sometimes, if I’m not focused, or there are too many people involved, I could make a mistake, and hurt your feelings. Julian has had that happen to him before, haven’t you Julian?”

“But you fixed it all better, daddy,” Julian confirmed and excused him in the same breath. Sweet boy.

“But when I made my mistake, Ciri, it hurt Julian. It made him think I cared less about him-,”

“Was Yennefer the mistake?”

Geralt chuckled wryly. So she knew about Yennefer. Well, he couldn’t blame his son for venting to his precious little sister about the bitch who he thinks almost took his daddy away.

“She was, and I wish I’d been smart enough not to do it to Julian, but I am smart enough not to make the same mistake twice. What I mean is, I want to focus on the three of us, just us, for a couple more months. That is all I can and will say about it, but I promise you that you will know everything by Christmas. This is for your sake, Princess.”

Julian confidently slipped his hand down the front of his sister’s robe to fondle a breast shamelessly, and he allowed it. He wanted her to be stimulated while they talked - it would help develop a positive association with sex talk. He’d do better to bury his tongue in her pussy but he certainly didn’t expect that level of initiative yet, and besides, daddy was getting first taste of everything . Julian could teach her to kiss open mouthed, but everything else was his .

“How do you feel, sweetie?” Geralt rumbled.

“Happy. Nervous. I don’t know. It feels good,” she said breathily, he assumed in regards to Julian’s hand, and she closed her eyes for a moment.

“Look at me, baby.”

She opened them again and met his gaze shyly. Oh, but she was deadly and beguiling and everything he ever wanted to ruin him. Freckles had crawled their way across her nose over the summer, and she was blushing heavily. Her lips were shiny with spit and slightly open where she was inhaling and exhaling shakily. There was a lock of hair across her forehead that he leaned forward to nose at fondly before tilting her chin up and kissing her lips again, long enough she pushed back a little to catch her breath and he smirked to see her so ruined already.

“That was really nice, Ciri. Have you ever kissed anyone before Daddy and Julian?”

“No- well, Sarah. From camp last year. We did in the forest on the last day.”

“Aaaw, sis-,”

Ciri got cutely indignant and squirmed in Julian’s hold and he just grinned and wrapped his arms further around her. “Hush. Everyone else had been awful because of Grandma, and she’d been the only one who’d been nice. She asked and I liked that because she was a tomboy and really cool.”

“Did she touch you at all?” Geralt asked a little eagerly, and did Julian just shoot him a warning look? WHO was the father here?

Hm. Perhaps he should slow his roll, as Julian would say. He definitely came across like a cringey pervert just then.

“She touched my neck when she kissed me. That’s it.”

“You guys must be friends online though, right? You totally didn’t share this super cool girl-on-girl summer kiss with an awesome tomboy and NOT get her deets, right? Right , Ciri?” Julian asked teasingly, definitely with more panache than Geralt had displayed. That little shit.

She snorted and swatted at him. “It’s not like she gave me a way to contact her either!”

“It sounds like a lovely memory, Ciri. I hope you can find her again someday. I have some questions I want to ask because I want to make sure I don’t go too fast or do anything too soon, okay baby? Tell me if you have any questions or are confused about anything.”

“Yes daddy.”

She had never kissed with tongue. He asked her a lot of questions he technically already knew the answer to about how she touched herself, but it was lovely to watch her tremble and squirm and blush as she answered them. Her vocabulary was very limited, but they’d fix that quickly. 

They kissed and petted her and encouraged her throughout, but kept their hands above her waist for the moment. They were almost there.

She talked about seeing the violent porn that had scared her, so together he and Julian told her that porn was just like regular movies - there were scary movies, funny movies, romantic movies, historical movies, even cartoons, which her eyes nearly popped out of her head at. Gods they had so much to teach her.

Aside from that, she’d encountered an unfortunate amount of her grandparent’s activities, as well as the guests of the many social events that were hosted on the Cintra estate. But her formal education, and worse yet (or better, depending on how you look at it), her progressive sex education was terribly lacking. He’d have to revamp her curriculum, which would be a lot of fun since frankly she’d be spending a lot of time hanging off his cock during it from here on out. 

He talked about his and Julian’s relationship, framing it as a romance between a father and son, one that had grown naturally and consensually between the two of him since he’d turned nine. Julian had always been so mature for his age, he’d said, and he understood Geralt in a way that he felt no one else could. Until now, that was.

Poor Julian probably didn’t know himself how much of his part was performance and sincerity, but it was brilliant.

“Sis, from the moment I met you I just wanted you to be with us. I… I wanted you to be daddy’s . I wanted to be his, with you . I’ve never felt that before. I always thought a brother or sister would make me jealous, like Yennefer did. But we have the best daddy in the whole world, and he deserves the best boy and girl to love him and make him happy. And that is us , sis. You’re so pretty and you’re just right . Once you understand how much daddy loves you, how daddy can love you, you’re never going to be sad again. I promise. ”

Geralt was stunned. Julian and Ciri were searching each other’s eyes and then locking lips feverishly and it was sloppy and slightly unfortunate because Ciri just did not know what to do, but then the heave of her baby tits as her robe fell open caught his attention. He almost went for them again, but he stopped. They were almost there. He needed to stay focused.

“You both look so pretty like that for daddy.”

They broke the kiss and Julian was grinning like a loon while Ciri smiled, still feeling shy but he could tell she was getting more excited.

“Ciri, tonight Julian and I want to show you how much we love you, and we want to show you how much we love each other. Are you ready for that? Are you ready to let me and Julian touch your private parts with our hands and mouths and our own private parts? This is part of how we love each other. Do you want that?”

On the wild, off chance the answer was no , they’d likely medicate her and start from scratch. Illusion of choice because, in the end, they would get there, no matter what it would take.

“I want that daddy, please.”

Geralt smiled and cupped her face and she nuzzled his palm happily. He looked at Julian who was looking at him with shining eyes and an almost proud expression. He was awaiting orders.

“Okay my sweet things. Daddy has to grab a few things from the closet to make sure I can take care of you both properly. I am going to give you instructions, are you ready to follow them?”

It was always interesting to watch the reactions the kids he did this with had to his slow insertion of authority. The best way to do it was as innocuous as possible, making it seem low-stake and more of a curiosity.

Ciri’s big, bright eyes did indeed turn curious.

“Go stand for daddy on the rug at the foot of the bed please and I’ll be right back.”

He slid off the bed and padded to the closet as the kids scrambled to obey. He heard Ciri mumble her question to Julian, and he a response, but he didn’t catch it.

He grabbed the lubricant he wanted and flung his robe off. He didn’t think it likely he’d finger her tonight, but it was best to be prepared in any case.

Returning to the bed, he climbed on, set himself back comfortably against the pillows and started slicking up his cock, as he threw one arm behind his head. Finally he looked at his children who waited for him in their  pretty silk robes at the end of his bed. Julian was smirking at him and Ciri’s eyes were glued to where he was jacking off.

“Julian, take your little sister’s robe off for her nice and slow.”

“Yes daddy.”

His son stepped behind Ciri and smiled at her reassuringly as he did. He reached around her waist to undo the tie and slipped his hands inside the robe, sliding them up her creamy belly, over her irresistible little buds and back down. Ciri inhaled sharply as he did this, her hands hovering unsurely in the air. Then Julian pulled his hands out and reached over her shoulders and hooked each side of the collar with a finger and pulled the robe apart slowly, revealing Ciri beneath in all her nude little glory. The robe slid down her skin like water and puddled to the floor.

“Gods Ciri you look so pretty baby. You have such a pretty little body, do you know that?”

Ciri pursed her lips and started lowering her eyes.

“Daddy wants to touch your body so bad. I’m going to show you how pretty you are. Don’t you see how hard you make me? Come here for me and lay down next to daddy.” He patted the side of the bed. She crossed one arm over her belly and clutched her other arm self consciously, her shoulders started to hunch inward as she walked a little unsteadily towards him. He smiled warmly at her, and she returned it weakly. “Come lay next to me and let’s watch Julian take off his robe. That’s it. Come here sweetie.”

Reestablishing skin-to-skin contact would help her, and immediately she physically relaxed instead of tensing as Geralt pulled her flush to her side and stroked her arm.

Julian walked slowly over to the right side and smiled at them both as he took his robe off. He had definitely given longer, better strip teases, but he also knew his role here was to keep things light and playful. So he twirled the robe over his head like a lasso and flung it across the room while Ciri laughed, and Geralt snorted.

Once they were all pressed together, Geralt turned slightly to Ciri and stroked her hair and just looked at her for a moment, aware of the fact that she, his biological daughter that had been raised away from him for 11 years, was now here in his bed amongst his own and living their life.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I saw you, and I need to make you feel good. It’s part of how I show Julian every day that I love him, just like a kiss, or hug, or saying I love you. Imagine me knowing you this long and not being able to show you how much I really love you. Daddies have to know they’re taking good care of their babies. I want to use my mouth on your cunny while Julian teaches you how to kiss with your tongue. I promise you it will feel better than anything you’ve ever felt. Can we do that?”

Her cheeks were bright red, eyes wide. “Is that… is that… my… down there?”

“Your cunny?”

She nodded.

“Yeah sweetie. Sometimes I say pussy, or hole. You’ll learn in school about other names that doctors use, too. How does that sound?”

“That sounds… okay.”

Okay in any child usually meant I don’t know, but I want you to like me . 

He could work with that.

___

Ciri’s heart was pounding so hard it was hurting her but she couldn’t say anything. Everything was going so fast as her daddy laid her down in the middle of the bed and started to kiss his way down her neck. He sucked on her nipples again and it felt really good , made her.. her privates tingle, but then he went lower, down her tummy where it tickled a little. 

He was almost to her belly button and she wished she could change her mind - she didn’t know why, she just did even though her private parts were aching and she wanted to feel good - but then Julian cupped her cheek and turned her face towards him and his soft lips kissed her again. He pulled back and said, “Feel how I kiss you sis. Don’t kiss back, just open your mouth and let me kiss you.”

Her brain suddenly wasn’t so stressed anymore and she was happy to comply. Thoughts drifted away and it was just Jule’s mouth on hers and daddy’s kisses going lower. Geralt urged her legs apart and she was still embarrassed because she was clenching really hard down there - her… her pussy , she was clenching her pussy so much. But daddy’s hands were firm and Julian’s tongue was sliding along her lips all of the sudden and she gasped.

At the same time, her daddy put his hot, wet tongue on her special spot, and Julian put his clever tongue in her mouth, and she didn’t know which one freaked her out more. She accidentally jerked her legs out but Geralt didn’t seem to mind. He just hummed and put even more of this mouth on her down there, running his tongue all up and down her, kissing her pussy like Julian was kissing her mouth. 

Daddy’s tongue moved a lot slower than she moved her fingers when she touched herself, and despite the newness and weirdness of it all, it was easy to admit that his tongue felt so much better. She whimpered as Jules rolled his tongue around in her mouth. 

Her daddy’s hands were trying to touch her everywhere they could she felt like, and he took great, big gulps up air in between hungry kisses to her cunny. Once Julian started in on pinching her nipples, she could feel herself tightening further down. The image of Julian on top of her daddy that night flashed through her mind, the way he’d wriggled his hips on top of daddy’s lap suddenly inspired her. 

She gave it a try, rolling her hips to lift her pussy up to make daddy kiss her harder, and at the pace she needed to make the good feeling happen. Geralt groaned and started going faster, putting his hands under her rear and pulling her hips up towards him, like he wanted her to do it again, so she did.

When she felt Geralt’s thick tongue push inside her, she cried out into Julian’s mouth that had by now almost put her in a trance. Julian was pinching almost a little too hard at her nipples, but it was making her legs shake too, and daddy’s tongue was going in and out and -

___

Carefully, though he swore his dick was about to fucking fall off, he and Julian tenderly and reverently cleaned an unconscious Ciri up and stripped the top layer of bedding so they could start the next round on a dry surface, and Ciri could rest comfortably.

Geralt had slipped her robe back on her and laid a fuzzy throw over her legs. He didn’t want her to wake up cold. 

By the time she roused, Geralt had already been in Julian a few minutes and made his son come once. Kissing Ciri and watching his dad eat her out had the boy practically vibrating to come. Julian was on his back with his legs in the air and his hands gripping the sheets above his head. He’d been steadily, gently rocking into him, in “lovemaking mode”, which wasn’t his favorite usually, but he had to admit he performed strongly in the category when actively grooming. He enjoyed faking sincerity, it seemed, if the result would earn him his prey. Julian had been delightfully sensitive after all that, his channel spasming and fluttering pleasantly around Geralt's cock.

Geralt looked at Ciri to see what she might be thinking, and she appeared mesmerized. 

“You look like the cat got your tongue, baby,” Geralt teased as he thrust into Julian sensually, only enough for the slick noise of his cock sliding in and out of his boy’s hole to fill the room, no skin slapping just yet. He pulled out and manhandled Julian gently onto all fours, flexing his pecs and showboating for his daughter. He wasn’t sure what a prepubescent eleven year old went for, necessarily, but there was no point not giving it his all. This also help set an expectation that his partner was meant to do as daddy instructed. He let Julian be spontaneous with him every once in a while, especially if Geralt was really horny (which was nearly always) but in his opinion it was best to be the initiator and director of most sexual activity. He had no idea how Lambert managed a boy like Aiden. The kid was frankly sex-addled.

“Daddy…” Julian moaned and his arms gave out.

He smirked at Ciri and winked as she gulped and pulled herself up to sitting position.

Julian groaned beneath him. “Can’t wait to see daddy inside you, Ciri. You’re gonna love it, it feels so good-,”

“H-how?”

His dramatic diva of a son started to push back onto his cock just a little. “There’s a special- ah ah yes - spot, deep inside me ah ah - feels so good when daddy’s cock touches it!”

Using an arm under his belly, Geralt scooped Julian up and held him against his chest while he continued to fuck him so he could properly show his little sister his cocklet as his daddy made him feel good.

He thumbed the boy’s nipples and kissed his neck and enjoyed the clench of his ass while he watched Ciri’s hand slowly dip under her robe and in between her legs.

“We have a rule in this house, Ciri. We don’t hide when we touch ourselves, baby girl. You don’t ever have to feel embarrassed, and we always want to watch you make yourself feel good. Open up your robe. Show us how you make yourself feel good.”

“Okay.”

“Daddy… daddy… can I… can I help Ciri? I wanna make her feel good too… can I-,”

“Mmm such a sweet big brother you are Julian, that’s so nice of you. Ciri, can Julian give your pussy kisses, too, while I keep making him feel good?”

That seemed to excite her and she nodded quickly. Geralt sighed happily and pulled out. He  instructed Julian to lay on his back in the middle of the bed. Ciri seemed confused. Geralt petted her hair fondly and kissed her forehead and he helped settle her to sit over her big brother’s face, positioned toward the foot of the bed so she’d be facing Geralt while he fucked Julian. Her face was beet red, but she relaxed into it as soon as Julian had his mouth on her. And then he was treated to the best thing he’s ever experienced up to this point in life.

He and Julian both groaned as he slid back home, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long with his daughter writhing atop Jules’ face, close enough for him to toy with her tits and lean forward and shove his tongue in her mouth as he finally started to allow himself free rein to pick up the pace. He knew his son was up to the task because he was the only one in the family besides Vesemir who could make Deidre come with his tongue. Sure enough, after a slightly rougher tug to her nipples, she was crying out into their kiss, while he snapped his hips three times and filled Julian up. Ciri jerked her hips in a sure sign of orgasm, smothering Julian’s face with her sweet little pussy.

He panted into her mouth for several seconds, still running his hands greedily along her body and thrusting gently into his son as the pulses of his orgasm weakened. She trembled as Julian continued to lick at her. Her eyes were glazed and her gaze unfocused. 

“Here sweetie-,” he held his arms out, “come over here. Come look at your brother with me. It’s time to learn how we make sure Julian gets all the love he needs, too,” he explained somewhat breathlessly. Ciri carefully crawled off of Julian’s face and over next to him, and Geralt spread Julian’s legs open more and indicated to the mess.

“I made Julian come earlier, and he’s made me come now. We’ve both made you come. I want to show you how you can make us feel good, okay?”

“Are you going to put it inside me?” She asked, apprehension creeping in.

“No, baby,” Geralt chuckled. “You have to know a lot more about sex and have a lot more experience before you can do that with daddy. Julian’s really good at it, and he makes it look easy, but you have a lot to learn before then.”

Where in one moment she had seemed panicked at the prospect, she now looked indignant that it wasn’t happening.

Perfect.

“Don’t be upset baby, there’s nothing wrong with learning. Every step of the way we get to show each other how much we love each other, and someday you’ll be riding my cock like a pro just like your brother. I promise.”

She seemed mollified by that.

“So for now, you get to learn how to use your mouth and hands to make us feel good and show us you love us, okay?”

“Okay daddy.”

“Now I made a pretty big mess here out of poor Julian’s pretty little hole, and I need to use my mouth to clean it up. While I do that, I want you to use your mouth on his cocklet, can you do that? You just kiss it with your lips and tongue, but no teeth, okay? He’s very sensitive there and your teeth can hurt him. Can you do that, sweety?”

“Yes daddy!”

He looked up and winked at Julian and the boy just grinned, squirmed, and fluffed his pillow, watching in anticipation as Geralt placed his hand gently on Ciri’s head of yellow hair to encourage her head down to her brother’s lap.

Okay. So Julian could have the first blow job. He more than deserved it.

#House of Rivia #Making Room #The Witcher fic #dead dove do not eat #Geralt/Ciri #Geralt/Jaskier

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Green, Green Shorts

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3032

Summary: “Oh really?” you say, giving your ass a little wiggle against him. You hit pause on the movie and turn to face him.

“I just . . . “ his eyes run down your body, devouring it as if it was his first time seeing it.

“Just what?” you purr as you start to kiss along his jawline.

His hand stretches down your body to reach for the skin of your thigh as he takes your lips with his. You hook you leg over him to straddle him and you’re greeted with the feel of his hardening length. He takes your ass in both hands as he breaks away.

“I fucking love these green, green shorts,” he pants.

You erupt with a laugh. Whatever you thought he was going to say, it wasn’t that.

SMUT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This is my very first fic. Please be gentle with me.

I am a bisexual who can't decide and so I wrote this as two versions (his/hers). The other one is on my page.

Thanks to Capzi for being such a supportive and wonderful beta.

“Hey gorgeous,” he says, removing his mask. He crossed the room and gave her a light kiss.

“You’re home early,” she says in reply, taking off her heels.

“If you’re just getting home, you’re home late. You’re working too hard.”

“Ha! Says the savior of Manhattan.”

“Hey.” He wraps his arms around her waist and rests his forehead on hers. “I just want you to be kind to yourself.”

“I know, love. Thank you. We’re just getting buried at work,” she exhales and start to snuggle into his chest. “What the fuck is this sticky shit on your suit, Peter,” she says with a tired laugh.

“Uuuugh, I got slammed into a soda fountain while stopping an attempted robbery.”

She laughs at the image. “Oh, Peter, you’re getting too old for this,” she says, giving him a warm, adoring smile.

“Oh, my back is well aware of that fact.” He grins. “Take a deep breath. Relax. I brought home take-out—"

“From the attempted robbery place?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to turn down food.” He laughs and gives her a peck. “I know how much you love egg rolls. I’m in for the night. Let one of the other dozen supes take care of the city tonight. Let’s just enjoy a nice night together. Give me just . . . seven minutes to shower and I’m all yours, babe.”

After eight years together, he knows that they both feel better if he showers before snuggling up with her. He strips off his sticky suit and throws it in the washing machine, once again grateful that she had inherited a rent-controlled apartment with a washer and dryer. He doesn’t get paid enough at the Bugle and certainly not as Spider-Man to help out much financially.

As he washes off the grime of being the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, he thinks about how tired she looks tonight. He can tell that she had had a bit of a day. A bit of a week, if he was being honest. This global burnout is getting to everyone, even his girl. He decides he wants to make tonight as easy and comforting as he can for her.

Peter steps out of the bathroom wearing a very worn Ramones t-shirt and his favorite grey sweatpants sitting low on his hips. He comes to the kitchen leans against the door frame to watch her.

She’s wearing her favorite purple top. It’s the top she was wearing in his favorite pictures of them. It had been just a random day, five or more years ago, when they decided to play hooky and go to the aquarium. She looked so pretty and carelessly happy that he couldn’t resist photographing her but when she noticed that what he was doing, she had demanded that he turn the camera on the two of them. They were the best photos he had ever taken. Now the shirt is very worn. She keeps putting stitches in it every time a new hole appeared so that she can keep the shirt as long as possible. She always looks gorgeous in it.

She’s also wearing those fantastic, soft, super-short, green shorts. He can see that she’s taken off her bra and her make-up. Her hair is up in a messy bun and there is a large glass of wine next her on the counter. All of this told him she was in desperate need of all things comfy.

A smile stretches across Peter’s lips as he sees her biting into an egg roll. He finds himself captivated by the relaxed joy she has on her face as the flavor hits her tongue. God, he loves this woman.

“Thorry,” she says with a full mouth when she realizes he’s watching her. “I got too hungry to wait for you. Want some wine? Wanna watch something?”

His smile is broad and easy. “Yes. And anything you like.”

She decides on Deadpool 2, a comfort movie of hers. As a former theatre kid, she really appreciates the Yentl jokes. Peter admits that he’s very charmed by Wade Wilson and, if he’s honest, a little attracted to Ryan Reynolds.

She relaxes into the couch, leaning a little away from him and on to the armrest. He looks down at her legs and see all of that gorgeous skin on display. He loves how her body has spread over their years together, especially her thighs. And, Jesus Christ, these shorts. These green, green shorts. They’re so wide in the leg that he can very clearly see that she isn’t wearing panties. And this top, God, he doesn’t know why she ever wears anything but this top. Her breasts look so perfect in it.

He pulls her back over to himself and slides behind her in a spooning position and kisses her neck as he slides his hand across her round hips. He learned on their second date that she had a weakness for her neck being kissed and he has used that information to great effect since. She releases a sigh of contentment.

His right hand starts to lightly skate over her body. Gently stroking the skin exposed between her shirt and shorts, he hums in appreciation of her silky skin. Peter can no longer resist and he brings his hand up to cup her breast, over her shirt. It’s more of an affectionate gesture than purely lustful. He adores the weight of her breasts in his hand. Then he lightly brushes the skin just above the neckline of her shirt as he feels himself start to harden behind her ass.

“Oh really?” she says, giving her ass a little wiggle against him. She hits pause on the movie and turns to face him.

“I just . . .” His eyes run down her body, devouring it as if it was his first time seeing it.

“Just what?” she purrs as she starts to kiss along his jawline.

His right hand stretches down her body to reach for the skin of her thigh as he takes her lips with his. She hooks her leg over him to straddle him and she is greeted with the feel of his hardening length. He takes her ass in both hands as he breaks away.

“I fucking love these green, green shorts,” he pants.

She erupts with a laugh. “Peter, these are just cheapy shorts I picked up at Target.”

“Thank God for cheapy Target shorts. And this shirt,” he hums trying to kiss his way down her chest while remaining underneath her. “You’re never allowed to get rid of this shirt,” he adds as he sucks a nipple through said shirt.

He elicits a tiny moan from her for that but he responds with a growl and suddenly he has lifted them both off the couch to pin her against the wall. He knows she hasn’t had many partners who could hold her up during sex and he loves how she reacts when he uses his super strength to do so.

“Babe,” Peter wines, “I don’t think you understand what this outfit is doing for me.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed. What with the pinning me against the wall with my legs wrapped around your—” He pulls her face towards his to kiss her deeply as he thrusts up against her center.

She hastily grabs the bottom of his shirt, seeming desperate for more of him. Once his shirt is gone, she rakes her nails up and down his chest and back while kissing his long neck. She looks up at his smiling face as he tries to breathe through the pleasure of her hands and lips on him.

“These shorts are too dangerous,” he huffs.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, they give me too much access to this pretty pussy,” he says as one of his long fingers ever so slightly grazes her lower lips. He feels her wetness and her whole body gives a little shiver as he smirks at her reaction.

“Do you want to cum on my fingers? My tongue? My cock? What do you want, babe?” he hums by her ear in between kisses and feather light strokes over her clit.

She thinks for a moment before whimpering, “D) all of the above?”

“Oh,” he says delightedly, “eager much?”

“Please Peter, just don’t let me think too much.”

He stops. She looks at him almost nervously. He sees how stressed she still looks. He lets her down so he can take her face in his hands. He kisses her slowly with all of the care he can. “Of course, my love. Anything you need.”

“Good,” she says grabbing him by the hips to pin him against the wall, “because I would really like to suck your dick right now.”

“Hey—” he starts before seeing her down on her knees kissing just above his sweatpants. He tries to focus. This wasn’t where this was supposed to be going. But the feeling of her nails skimming over the V of his hips as she pulls down his sweats . . . and the hunger in her eyes as she comes face to face with his cock . . . Jesus Christ, she is making him loose his mind, he thinks as his head hits the wall behind them.

She wraps her fingers around his smooth shaft and places an open-mouthed kiss on his head. She brings her tongue out and starts to lick him like he’s an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day. He remembers that she mentioned learning the technique from Dr. Ruth and it makes him chuckle. She looks up to lock eyes with him while she take his cock deep into her mouth and start to stroke the rest of him with her hands, which cuts off the laugh in his throat and he gasps.

She looks so sexy with her top sliding off one shoulder as she bobs up and down with his cock in her mouth. She uses one hand to start running her nails over his balls and, Jesus, he could just die. He grabs her by the arms and pulls her up to kiss her.

“You are stupendous and I love you and thank you but I want to take care of you,” he kisses her deeply. “And I need my stamina.” He pulls his sweats up and then wraps her legs back around his hips so he can carry her to the bedroom.

His kisses are urgent now, firmer. One hand is behind her head so his fingers can tangle into her hair as his teeth graze her bottom lip. He places her on the bed and starts to run his hands all over her.

“I think, I’ll start with these,” he says bringing his hands up to her breasts. She relaxes into the bed as he brings his mouth to the top of her shirt while his hands slip beneath. He gets a hold of a nipple and gives it a flick with his fingers which makes her breath hitch deliciously.

“This top is wonderful but I need more access now,” he says, pulling it off of her. As soon as her tits are exposed his tongue is on one nipple while his fingers work the other. She squirms under him.

“Don’t be too gentle, Peter,” she pleads just before he starts using his teeth to worry her nipple.

“I know what you want, love,” he purrs as his hand moves up the inside of her thigh. His long forefinger slides slowly up her slit. “You’re so wet—”

“Your fault,” she hisses.

“You definitely seem to be enjoying it though,” he chuckles into her neck. Her hips give an involuntary jolt trying to get his finger to her clit but before he does he brings his finger to his mouth, sucks it lasciviously, and moans.

“Peter, please . . .”

“I want to taste you.” He grabs he by her hips and pulls her to the edge of the bed. He starts to kiss her thighs and hike up the shorts. He considers working around the shorts but instead he raises a little higher and starts to kiss her beautiful soft stomach. He hooks his fingers into her shorts and pulls them off. He pulls back to admire her naked form. No matter how many times he’s seen her naked, he is always blown away by her.

“I will never get over your pussy,” he says at barely a whisper. He takes a tiny beat before his mouth is kissing up her thigh towards her center. Her breathing quickens and he looks up to find her fondling her breast. He groans at that which makes her look down to see his devilish grin before licking up her slit to her clit. ,

Her composure seems to break. He starts to run a pattern over her clit. She’s wiggling and huffing but he holds her still so he can slide a finger into her. He hums his approval on her clit as she quakes.

“You like my fingers, huh?”

She tries to roll her eyes as she says, “What do your spidey senses tell you?”

He laughs but she moans lightly and her insides flutter as he adds another finger and starts to thrust them in earnest. He starts to lick the pattern again and she buries her hand in his hair. She clearly needs to hold him where she wants him, which makes him smile.

“So good, baby,” he says, practically on top of her clit.

“Please, Peter, suck on my clit.”

He happily obliges while he curls his fingers inside her. He can feel that she’s getting close.

“You taste so good,” he pants. He takes his fingers out and uses her slickness to lightly touch her back entrance. He knows that doing this makes her cum like very little else.

“You want it,” he asks, smirking, knowing what full well what her answer will be.

“God, yes.” He slowly, pushes his finger past the tight ring of muscles while licking her clit. Her breathing is deep but building in speed as he gets to the second knuckle. The combating impulses of her gripping his finger and relaxing to get more inside is fucking incredible. He hums on her clit and suddenly she’s toppling over. She seems to be totally unconscious of the fact that she is just moaning “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” as she cums and he holds her in place as he fingers her through it.

“Peter . . . cock. . . please,” she begs, pulling him up to kiss her. She reaches to pull down his sweats. His cock feels so hard, leaking pre-cum, and she looks ravenous. As soon as his knees are on the bed, she straddles him. He loves this but he holds her up off of him so he can take his cock in his hand and drag it slowly between her lips .

“Fuuuuck . . . baby. . .” The head of his cock brushes against her clit and she shakes over him. “I think I am going to drag this out.”

“I had a feeling that you might,” she says, nipping at his ear. He lays her back so he can run his cock through her lips more. It’s the most delish torture. He keeps brushing her clit with his head and he hopes he can make her cum again. “Peter . . .”

“I know, love. You’re so good. I want you to—”

She beats him to it. Her orgasm is powerful and she’s screaming his name as one long noise. But he’s not letting up and he continues to stroke her through this orgasm too.

“My turn, bug boy.” She rolls him over and pulls him into her center before he realizes what’s happening. She inches down onto him and his eyes flutter and they both groan. She waits. She knows him well enough to know he needs a second after waiting this long.

“Hmngh . . . I’m okay baby,” he says, while pulling her down for a searing kiss. She starts to move up and down on him. Her pussy feels incredible and still so snug on him. His hands are running all over her body trying to touch anything, everything he can.

He loves this position. He loves that she can control the strokes and angle them just the way she wants. She is rocketing up and down magnificently but he can see her exertion is waning and he smiles. He reaches one hand to hold her ass up so he can thrust into her from underneath. He brings his free hand to her face and puts a finger in her mouth.

“Get it wet, love. I want you come with me one last time.” She takes it and runs her tongue over it.

“Touch me, Peter,” she whines. He rubs tight circles over her clit while he drives into her. Her hands are in his hair and she’s kissing his neck, making him quake while she hums in pleasure.

“Jesus, so good . . . Peter. . . Yes, fuck, please, yes.”

“Are you going to cum, baby? Once more? Hmmm, God, I’m so close,” his thrusts are becoming less controlled. He thrust and hits that something inside of her so deep. He hits that one spot once, twice, three more times and she is yelling, begging, utterly incoherent and he loves it because there’s only her and he is yelling back her name over and over and over as he thrusts one last time.

He holds her to him and he’s whispering in her ear as they both try to level their breathing.

“Jesus, babe. That was . . . outstanding. You are amazing.”

“Coming from ‘The Amazing Spider-Man,’ that’s quite a compliment,” you grin, collapsing into the crook of his neck.

“I think I’m going to buy you a thousand of those cheapy target shorts.”

“If I’m going to get sex like that out of it, I’ll happily wear those shorts every day for the rest of our lives.”

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Running In Circles - Chapter 7

Word Count: 4,705

Story Description: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Criminal Minds, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and CBS Network.

The only thing I own is (Y/N) Rossi, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 7/?

WARNINGS: mentions of death, brief mention of graphic violence

A/N: This domestic fluff!!! Uuuugh! I’m enjoying it too much. But keep Hotch’s promise in this chapter in your head. It’ll make sense in some upcoming ones 👀

Also, sorry for the very tardy update. I’ve had some issues in my personal life all at once and it was difficult to find the time to sit and write. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 7

“Don’t you think you’re gonna be late?” The sound of Hotch’s voice startled me. Sunday had come and gone, Monday finally upon us. We had spent the day yesterday with Jack at the park, enveloped in a play date with Henry. It had been a good distraction for both of them, but today would be the real test.

“I don’t think so,” I chuckled. “What time did he go to bed?”

“Not too long ago.” He looked down at his watch and rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes. “At four-thirty, after fighting me on it all night. I thought he’d be drained after playing the whole day.”

“Hotch, you need to rest. I already told you I can stay home and help you today. I have enough vacation days saved up.”

“And I already said I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“I’m offering, Hotch. I understand how hard it is to be a single parent, especially with a young kid. Plus having to deal with all this trauma – you don’t have to do this alone. That’s why you have your friends and family to fall back on, you have me to fall back on.”

“I know, (Y/N). And I – we, are so grateful for everything you’ve done to help us in this past year, but I can’t allow you to pause your life to help Jack and me. But I do promise if I need you, I’ll call you.”

“Alright,” I sighed. Arguing with Hotch had never been easy, and today wasn’t the day to do it. “I left some cupcakes for you both in the fridge. Although I think sugar is the last thing Jack needs right now.”

“You’ve got that right,” he laughed dryly. It was evident that he was exhausted, and that he had been crying. His eyes were glossy and still pinkish. “Now go. Don’t be late.”

“Fine. Will I see you here after work?”

“Probably. Jack says he doesn’t want to go home yet.”

“Well, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like. You know that.” I smiled and squeezed his arm for reassurance. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah. See you.”

“Get some rest while you can.” He mumbled some words in agreement before I closed the front door. I felt guilty about leaving for work, leaving them both alone during such a trying time.

I decided to take the long route and stop at a coffee shop farther from the office, something inside me told me to take my time going to work. I sat at a chair in the far back, book and coffee in hand. I had already sent a text that I would be late, still waiting for the only reason I wouldn’t head into the office. My pupils quickly skimmed the words off the paper, commuting to memory every sentence. For someone that dealt with the worst type of criminals, true crime novels were a fun light read.

Thirty minutes had passed since my arrival at the shop, and my phone had yet to ring. Maybe my intuition was off today. I tucked my book back into my bag and left the used coffee cup back at the counter. I took my time heading back to my car, anxiously waiting for a sign that might never arrive.

But, alas, my gut had yet to fail me, and today was not the exception. I was about ten minutes away from headquarters when my phone rang from inside the bag. My eyes widened at the Caller ID believing it’d be someone from the office, but instead, Hotch’s name lit up the screen.

“Hotch? Is everything okay?” I tried my best to hide the worry in my voice, but I was sure he could note it right away.

“I’m sorry to bother you, (Y/N). Are you by chance already at the office?” In the background, I could hear Jack’s cries and the defeat laced in his words.

“Not yet.” The line went silent for a second and I knew he didn’t want to say the words out loud — asking for help was not something that came easy to people like us. “Do you need me to come back, Hotch?”

“Please,” he whispered. “Jack’s been pretty difficult since waking up and says he won’t stop until you come back. And I know we’re not supposed to give in to demands, I don’t think I could handle this until the end of the day.”

“I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

“Thank you, (Y/N), for everything you’ve done for me… uh, us.”

“You’re family, Hotch. I’ll see you soon.”

In the coming light, I turned my car around and headed back home. Before arriving, I called my dad and let him know of my plans to take the day off. He didn’t ask for many details, glad that I had taken his advice of a day off — claiming I worked too hard and rarely took time for myself. My father ended the call commending me for allowing myself to rest. But I don’t think he would be as supportive if he knew I would be spending my day helping the Hotchner boys make it through the day.

It didn’t take long before I was parked once more in my driveway. As soon as I got out of the car I could hear the tantrum that was emanating from inside the building. I had been in many high-risk situations, but this particular occasion was the most nerve-wracking one I had been a part of.

“(Y/N)!!” Jack ran to me as soon as I walked through the front door, eyes puffy and cheeks reddened. I picked him up and wiped away the leftover tears that had streamed down his face.

“What’s wrong, little man?”

“Daddy’s making me go see mommy, but I don’t want to. I wanna stay here!”

“Why not, buddy?”

“She’s not actually there,” he sniffled. Hotch stared painfully at his son. Jack was still a little boy and didn’t understand the concept of grief. He missed his mother but had not yet grasped what had happened, and no one expected him to. But it didn’t negate the fact that it was a trying time for his tantrums.

I walked us both over and sat on the couch, hugging his body close to mine to provide what little comfort I could. “You know, I lost my mom when I was little too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was this much old.” I held three fingers up. “It was really hard not having her around, but every year, even to this day, I go visit where she is. I talk to her about everything, about my job, my life, the family. Just anything.”

“Why? It’s not like she can answer back.” He looked up at me with tearful eyes. His innocent dubiety didn’t surprise me. Kids have always been known to not have much of a filter, speaking of whatever comes to mind.

“I know,” I smiled softly. “But I like to believe she is always around me, and I always feel like going helps me keep her memory alive. I like to think that even if I can’t hear her she’s speaking back to me, and helps me when I most need her. Even if I don’t speak with her, I go to leave her favorite flowers and make sure her grave looks beautiful. When I was little I remember she loved having fresh cut flowers right next to her bed, so now I leave them on her forever resting place.”

“I’d like to leave mommy some flowers. Do you think she’d like that, (Y/N)?”

“I know she’d love that.” I wiped away the stray tears that fell during our talk and set him down. “Now, be a good boy and go get ready so we can go pick up the most prettiest flowers for your mom.”

“Will you go with us?” I looked to Hotch for permission to tag along on this personal moment. He nodded, a smile of relief on his face.

“Of course, buddy. Now go get changed.”

Jack smiled at me and ran upstairs. Hotch walked around the couch and slumped down, letting out a breath of exasperation. He needed to recover from the long night and day he had just gone through.

“Thanks, (Y/N). If I’ve said it once, I’ll say it a hundred times, you’ve done so much for us. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.”

“Continue being the best father to Jack. He only listens to me because I’m not his parent.”

“He’s just had a couple of rough weeks with Haley’s anniversary coming around, and now that it’s here it just all exploded. I know how much he misses her, and it’s so hard that there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“You’re doing the best you can, and it’s been great. Now you should also go get changed. I know a really good flower shop a couple of blocks away that would be great.”

“Alright. I’ll be down in a sec.”

Hotch disappeared to the second floor, and I ran my hands across my face. I was growing closer and closer to Hotch, but not in the way I wanted. I was glad that our relationship had grown enough to become familial, yet I yearned for the romantic aspect with him. What I most wanted was to be linked to him in all aspects of our lives — but now wasn’t the time to implode our friendship. I was here as a friend providing a shoulder to lean on and nothing more.

“How do I look, (Y/N)?” Jack ran to my room dressed in his black suit. I had decided to change out of my work clothes and put on a black dress given the occasion.

“You look very handsome, little man.”

“What about daddy?” Hotch walked in behind his son, dressed in a black suit. Although he was always dressed in a suit and tie, he looked different. I noted he was wearing the same suit he had worn to Haley’s funeral a year ago.

“Very handsome as well,” I smiled. “Ready to go?”

“Yup!”

The three of us got into Hotch’s SUV and stopped at the flower shop before heading to the cemetery. Jack decided on a very colorful and bouquet, quickly attracted to the vibrant colors of the various flowers. The little boy had decided to keep the flowers in his possession, even though the bunch was almost as big as his torso. Walking to the plot was the hardest part as he tried his best to look through the flora that was blocking his view.

Once in front of the tombstone, Hotch brushed away the leaves that had fallen atop the dirt mound while I removed the older flowers that wilted away and disposed of them in a nearby trash can. Jack, with Hotch’s instruction, paced the beautiful bouquet in its designated spot and stood in front of the stone staring at the words engraved on it.

“What do I do now?” Jack directed his vision at me, still unsure of what he could do.

“Why don’t you tell her everything you’ve done this year?” He sat in front of the gravestone, doubtful of how to start.

“Imagine she’s sitting right in front of you and speak to her like you would do every day after school,” Hotch instructed.

And talk he did. Jack started detailing everything he could remember he had done during the past year. Hotch and I sat on the bench behind the stone, enjoying the stories the kid was telling. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Hotchner was silently crying; a few tears escaping his eyes. Unconsciously, I stretched my hand out and grabbed his, giving it a squeeze of reassurance — one he returned as response.

There we stayed for an hour and a half, hands intertwined, ears open to the words Jack sung. He relayed every day that had passed and every event he could remember, rambling on as toddlers normally did.

“I really wish you were here, mommy. I miss you a lot,” Jack spoke. It seemed his storytelling was coming to an end. “But don’t worry about me and daddy. We have auntie Jessica and (Y/N) to look after us. We spend a lot of time with (Y/N), and it’s really fun. I have a room and a lot of toys in her house — it’s so cool, mommy. I like her a lot.”

He whispered the last sentence as to have a secret with his mom, but volume control was not his strong suit. My heart fluttered when he said those words, and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my face. Hotch finally looked up and returned a cheeky grin, bumping my shoulder in agreement with his son’s statement.

“I love you, mommy. And I promise we will come every year and I’ll tell you all about what I’ve done!” Jack jumped off from the ground and ran to us, enveloping his dad in a hug. From up close the tears that had fallen from the kid’s eyes were noticeable, and Hotch quickly dried them away. “I did just like you said, (Y/N).”

“And how did it feel, little man?”

“I felt like she was really here. I really liked it.”

“That’s great, bud.”

“Are you gonna go see your mom, (Y/N?” His question took me aback. I hadn’t thought of going to visit my mom’s grave today. I normally only went about five times in the year — some holidays, her birthday, and the anniversary of her death.

“Well, not today. I’m actually going to visit her next month. That’s the anniversary of when she passed away.”

“Oh, what day?”

“Jack,” Hotch warned. He shook his head, signaling to his son that what he was asking was a sensitive topic.

“It’s okay. She died on December 20th — quite a few years ago.”

“Can I go with you?”

“If it’s okay with your dad, it’s okay with me.”

“Could I, daddy?” Jack turned to his father and pleaded.

“If it’s not too much of an imposition, I don’t see why not.”

“Then, it’s a date, little man.”

“What do we do now?” Jack questioned, finally intrigued about the new activities he hoped to repeat every year.

“What’s one place you really loved to go with your mom?”

“OH! The ice cream place near the house! Do you remember, daddy?”

“Of course I do. What do you say, (Y/N)? Up for some ice cream?” Hotch smiled.

“Let’s go.” The duo stood up but I asked for a few seconds before following them to the car. “Don’t worry too much about them, Haley. I’ll keep an eye on them.”

We had arrived at a small ice cream parlor a few blocks from the Hotchner’s former house. Jack had been excited the whole way there, retelling the times he went there with Haley. As soon as we entered, the woman behind the counter recognized Hotch and Jack, welcoming them once again to the store they hadn’t visited in a long time. Jack quickly made his way to the line ready to order his favorite flavor — a mess of colors that probably had too much sugar. The kid stood on his tiptoes to be able to see over the counter how the server scooped his ice cream and placed two perfectly rounded scoops in the small cup. He bounced excitedly as she made her way to the end to hand him the cup, stretching over to meet his height.

Jack grabbed the cup with a smile and a thank you and went to seat on the stools that faced the street. Hotch and I got simple favors in waffle cones — vanilla and pistachio, respectively. We then joined the blond boy on the chairs and partook in mindless chatter.

“Daddy, you have ice cream on your face!” Jack laughed, pointing at the line of ice cream Hoth had on his right cheek.

“Did I get it?”

“No!” He laughed even harder as his father tried to clean it with just his tongue, stretching it as far as it could reach. “You’re not even close.”

“Here.” I grabbed a napkin and swiped at his cheek. Our eyes locked for a moment and my breathing stopped. I could feel the blood quickly rush to my cheeks and heat rising behind my neck. I finished wiping and dropped my hand, moving my sightline back to the cone I was still holding. “All done.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. Sometimes I believed he had an inkling of my feeling for him and he found it entertaining to tease me in moments like these, but those thoughts never acted long. I didn’t want to believe that he would be as cruel as to know about my sentiments and keep it to himself.

“What do you wanna do now, Jack?” We had all finished our sweet treats by now and we were mindlessly driving.

“What do you normally do, (Y/N)?”

“Well, sometimes I watch my mom’s favorite movie or watch some home videos. I just do whatever I can to honor her memory.”

“Would it be okay if we watched mommy’s videos in your house, (Y/N)?”

“Of course, buddy.”

Hotch turned the car around and headed back to my house. Today had taken a turn for me, but I was glad I was able to share this moment with them. I was younger than Jack when I lost my mom, but I knew how big the hole she left in my lie was and how long it took me to find a bit of normalcy in my life. Knowing all this, I could only imagine how hard it was for Jack, who was a bit older and could understand the situation a bit better than I could’ve.

The first thing we did as soon as we got to my house was change into comfortable clothes. We had spent all morning and a chunk of the afternoon in these clothes and were ready to get out of them. I had decided that the easiest thing to do was order in rather than spending time cooking. Jack was very excited to have some pizza, as any kid would be. Hotch brought to the Irving room the home videos Jack had packed in his bag.

The kid grabbed blankets and pillows and situated himself comfortably on the couch, ready to relive important moments he shared with his mother. As soon as the first video started, Jack became hypnotized by the screen, smiling at the scenes unfolding before him. Even when the pizza arrived and I handed him a plate, his eyes never left the screen — only a few comments were shared when he felt the need to.

“Thanks again, (Y/N),” Hotch whispered, joining me in the kitchen. I had decided to stay farther and let them enjoy this time by themselves. “I don’t know of anyone that would go to the lengths you have for us. I mean, how you’ve helped Jack to understand what’s happening, is more than I could ask for. You truly saved me today.”

“Hotch, you need to stop thanking me. I told you I would do anything I could to help you both and I mean it.”

“How could I ever repay you?”

“All I ask is that whenever I need you in the same way, you’re there.”

“Consider that a promise. And for the last time, thank you for everything.” He lowered himself and enveloped me in a hug, resting his face in my neck. I circled his waist and gave him a light squeeze. I could feel how his body shook slightly, hiding his cries from his son. As the tears fell from his eyes, his grip tightened. I drew circular patterns on his back, trying my best to calm him down. I could tell he didn’t want Jack to see him like this — the boy had come far today and had reached a level of comfort Hotch didn’t want to disrupt. He had held himself together all day and had finally allowed himself to break down.

I felt guilty enjoying the physical closeness we were sharing. I couldn’t help but to breathe in his scent and delight in the warmth his body provided. It was times like these that my feelings for him made me feel hopeless — Hotch would only see me as a friend and I would be forever cursed by loving him. And I knew that I was to blame for not being able to speak upon these sentiments, but I didn’t feel they were important enough to disrupt the relationship we had.

We stood in the middle of the kitchen for a few minutes until his sobs finally died down. He parted the hug and wiped away the tears that had fallen with a sight chuckle. “I haven’t cried like that in a while.”

“It’s never good to keep it in for so long.”

“I know,” he smiled sheepishly. That was something he would reiterate when I first started working with the BAU. On the hard-hitting cases, I would keep all my emotions in and would compartmentalize them in my head, locking them away to not be felt. Hotch had noticed quickly, as did my father — both had a talk with me about not storing my feelings away, instead to know when was the best time to let them out. “I’m gonna go check on Jack. I think he might have fallen asleep.”

So he did. Jack had laid down on the couch, the videos still running, and had drifted off to sleep at some point. A few tears had stained his cheeks, evidence that he had been crying while rewatching memories with his mother. He seemed to be finally calm and had finally gone to sleep at a reasonable hour. Hotch seemed relieved that he wouldn’t have to fight him on it again tonight, and could go to bed comfortably. He picked him up and the kid cuddled closer to his dad subconsciously.

Hotch had left to go upstairs after excusing himself to go lay Jack down on his bed when my phone started ringing. Derek’s name took place on my screen and I got worried something might have happened while we were away. Quickly I accepted the call and put the phone to my ear.

“Hey, D. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Um, do you know about Don Sanderson’s case?”

“I wasn’t born when it happened, but I know about it. It’s one of the cases I looked over with my dad. Allegedly brutally murdered his wife and daughter during an acute psychotic break, supposedly stabbing himself to make it look like he was also a victim.” I quickly looked through my Rolodex of memories to pull out the information that could be relevant to the question — but where did the question come from? “I think he’s up for parole right now after 25 years. Why?”

“I forget how young you are,” he chuckled. “He is up for parole and I was tasked to interview him to determine whether or not he should be able to rejoin society.”

“I heard he’s become a model inmate and helped 4 inmates get their GED. And between you and me, his case always seemed a bit bizarre. During the trial, Sanderson maintained his position on being innocent, which many guilty people have done. But, if he truly went on a psychotic break where his conscience was impaired, why would he have left his son alive?”

“I don’t know, truly. But I did his interview this morning. He said he regrets killing his wife and daughter, and all he wants is to be able to reconnect with his son. He seems rehabilitated and eager to get his life back. In terms of the law and his sentencing, he has been punished to all extents,” Derek stated, a hint of worry in his voice. “But what if I recommend that he is released on parole and the court diagnosis of psychopath turns out to be correct? I could potentially be vouching for a killer to be able to roam the streets freely. How many people could I endanger by making the wrong decision?”

“D, there’s nothing I can say to unburden you of this worry. It’s a tough decision to make, and I could not fathom being in your shoes. But, you have reviewed the case through and through; you have met this person face to face; what is your gut really telling you?”

“That he’s capable of rejoining society as a bettered man.”

“Behavior doesn’t lie, Derek. All you can do is give your honest recommendation after all the facts have been laid out on the table. Whatever you decide will be the best decision given the evidence. It’s all you’ve been asked to do.”

“Are you sure you’re not a wise centuries-old woman that looks young? You somehow always have the right words to say.”

“That’s a secret I’ll never tell,” I laughed. “But seriously, Derek. Once you give this counsel, let go of it. It’s not just your decision to make. You’re only presenting your opinion to a panel that will make the decision.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). Have a good night, okay? Sorry I called you this late.”

“No worries, D. Always here when you need me.”

“Everything okay?” Hotch appeared once more in the kitchen once I was done with the call.

“Yeah. Morgan just needed some advice, and lo and behold, I was there to give some.

“I don’t know how you do it, (Y/N).” He sat on the island in front of me and stared for a second. “How are you able be there for everyone?”

“I never really thought about that. It has always come naturally for me,” I shrugged. “I remember when I was little my mom would always do anything she could to help anyone. Even if it was someone she didn’t know. I have memories of her rescuing animals and caring for them until they were well enough to go to a forever home. I guess, looking at her I adopted some of her way of being.”

“You know, in the couple of years we’ve known each other you haven’t really talked much about her. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to do so now.”

“There’s not much to say, really. She died when I was three so I didn’t get to know much more of her, only what my dad was able to tell me of her.”

“How did she die? If you don’t mind me asking.” I could feel my chest tightening. It had been so many years since I had talked about my mom to this extent and I didn’t want to break down — at least not today.

“That will be a story for another time,” I chuckled, trying my best to swallow the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Yeah, I guess it's been a long day speaking of those we have lost,” he smiled apologetically. “But you should go to sleep. I assume you’re going to work tomorrow?”

“Probably. Unless...” 

“Unless?” 

“Well, I know Jessica is not gonna be in town until Friday. So, I could stay home for the next two days; help you with Jack.” 

“(Y/N)... I couldn’t.” 

“I’m offering, Hotch. There’s no reason you have to go through this alone.” I placed a hand on his arm, ensuring that I meant every word. “Plus, the team already has one super genius working with them. I think they’ll survive these days without two.” 

“I guess you’re right,” he laughed. “Well, I’m grateful you opened your home to Jack and me these few days. It’s been great for the both of us. We’ll be out of your hair by Friday though. Jessica’ll arrive in the afternoon and wants to spend some time with Jack.”

“You know you guys are always welcome here. But I am happy Jack will be able to spend some more time with family.”

“Yeah, it’ll be good for him.” Hotch smiled once more — if he only knew what that smile did to me. He stood and walked over to my side, wrapping his arms around me in a warm hug. “Well, we should both head to sleep finally. I hope one day I can repay you for all the kindness you’ve shown us this past year.”

“As I said before, all I ask is that you’re there for me whenever I need you most,” I spoke into his chest, our height difference very apparent.

“And I will be. I promise.”

He kissed the top of my head and went upstairs to finally go to sleep. And I was left with a racing heart, a phantom touch, and a promise I hoped would be kept.

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Coyotes in the Dark - Part Four

(A/N): This is part of a series. Please make sure to check the masterlist to see if you haven’t missed any chapters.

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“We should paint the protecting symbol on your door.”

You give out a sigh as soon as you hear Andrew’s words, waiting for him to walk into the apartment before you close the door behind you. “I’m not painting any symbols anywhere.”

“What?” He snaps his head at you, droplets of water falling against the floor and disappearing a few seconds later. “If you’re not gonna kick that Veronica out, you should at least protect yourself!”

“If I put a symbol on my door, they're gonna notice that they can’t go in there.” You walk past him towards the kitchen, kicking off your boots on your way there. “And you won’t be able to go in there either.”

“You put a symbol on the bathroom door.” You don’t even react when his head suddenly pops up from the sink’s drain; his eyes looking at you when you reach for a nearby glass on the counter. “You don’t think they’re gonna be suspicious of that? Might as well add more protection-Ah!”

He screams when you suddenly open the faucet, water spreading through his ghostly head and making him scream from the weird sensation it gives him. You wait for him to finally disappear before you give yourself a glass of water, hearing him complain behind you while you take a few sips.

“They already noticed that they can’t access the bathroom. Taking it off will only raise more suspicions, and it’s not like they’ll notice the symbol. It’s hidden under the towel rack inside, remember?” You finish drinking your glass of water, then put it on the counter. “Besides, do you really want one of them to see me in the shower?”

You can hear him give out a squeaky noise, your eyes turning towards him to see a look of pure despair on his face mixed with an embarrassed blush. You give out a small smirk at that, a chuckle escaping your throat right when you flick his forehead.

“Hey!” He screams in frustration as soon as you do that, his hands wiping some water off his forehead. “What was that for?”

“You worry too much about me.” He gives out a pout as he looks down at his feet, the little ghost boy having always been around to protect you ever since he died. “I’ll be fine, Andrew. They don’t know enough about the ghost world to realize how much of a danger they can be to me.”

“But still…” Andrew gives you a worried look, biting onto his bottom lip as memories flash into his head. “… that JD ghost is smarter… what if he realizes your potential?”

“He won’t. I promise.” You know he doesn’t believe you simply by the look he’s giving you, which only seems to increase your smile. “And I have you here with me! The best guardian angel I could ask for!”

He gives out a snort at your words, the little ghost now shaking is head and making more water fall on the floor. “You’re an idiot…”

You don’t have time to think of a reply that a loud groan is suddenly being heard from the hallway; the hair on your arms raising along with the rapidity of your heartbeat. Andrew’s face contorts itself into an expression of pure fear just as you both look towards the sound. A scream escapes your lips as soon as you notice a dripping gray hand slowly moving out from the hallway and grasping the corner of the wall, but it’s the decaying face that follows the hand that makes you take a step back; its black eyes and melting gray skin are enough of a threat to make Andrew step in front of you.

A daemonium got into your house.

And you might not be able to survive it.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Let’s see…” Veronica mumbles under her breath as she walks through a large number of hallways, her eyes looking back and forth between a small piece of paper and all the classrooms’ doors around her. “Only one more class to find…”

“Uuuugh…!” Ram’s the one to let out that word filled with pure frustration, making the live girl tense up. “Why do you even need to find your classes so early? This is boring!”

“I hate agreeing with these idiots,” Heather speaks through her teeth, her arms crossed over her chest as she gives them a side look. “But they’re right. This is way too boring, Ronnie.”

“Maybe not…” The two ghosts give Kurt a surprised look, the not-so naked jock giving out a smirk as he looks towards another direction. “Things could get interesting.”

They turn their head to follow his gaze, Heather already rolling her eyes when she spots a dead girl following some teacher around, though Ram immediately gives out a loud noise of agreement.

“Yo, dude! Great eyes! That girl’s hot!”

“I know, right?”

“You guys are absolute pigs.”

“Will you shut up already?” JD snaps his head at all of them, making them all send back a dark glare. “I can’t concentrate if you keep screaming!”

Veronica shakes her head to try and ignore them, having a hard time continuing to find her classes with them constantly complaining around her. Sadly for her, Heather doesn’t quite like to be boss around, especially not by JD.

“What? Still thinking about that (Y/N) girl?” She gives out a smirk when she notices the anger flash in his eyes, his white one always empty; his emotion only seems to increase when she points her red nailed finger at his face. “Are you scared that scared of losing Ronnie’s attention?”

Veronica feels her cheek warming up at that comment, but she doesn’t quite know why. You were her roommate, possibly a very good friend (she hopes so at least), so why does Heather is making it sound like you might become something more eventually?

And why isn’t she opposed to that idea?

JD looks away from Heather to set his eyes on the live girl, his white eye twitching when he notices the blush on her face. He would lie if he said that he didn’t hate you mostly because of your effect on her… but something about you is also off. Very off. And he doesn’t trust you one bit.

There’s no way you can be so nice and innocent; you must be evil in some way, why else would a ghost follow you around? You may not have killed a kid, but you were surely responsible for that ghost’s death. That’s the only reason why a ghost is bound to someone and not a place.

He’s gonna expose you for who you are no matter what.

“No comment?” He groans when he hears the pride in Heather’s voice, the blond giving out a chuckle. “Would you look at that? JD is jealous!”

“Shut up.”

She only chuckles even more while the two idiots watch and mumble in pure confusion, making the killer boy grind his teeth. He can’t believe that he now has to spend every single second of his afterlife with those three; either until Veronica dies or they start disappearing. He doesn’t really know, but god… he can’t help but wish they would all just go away. That way he can be alone with Ronnie forever.

Doesn’t that sound nice?

“Um, excuse me?” Veronica’s head snaps towards the voice that called out for her, her shoulders relaxing with relief when she notices that it’s another student. “You seem stressed out… are you lost?”

JD squints his eyes at the girl, feeling a sense of some sort of danger from her. She somehow reminds him of Heather; even though her red hair, green eyes, and freckles make her very different from the blond victim.

Still. Ronnie should be careful.

“Ah! Not really.” Veronica gives her a smile. “I’m just looking for my classes in advance, but I can’t seem to find my last one.”

“Oh! Maybe I can help you.” The girl takes the paper from Veronica’s hands without asking, making the live girl’s ghosts narrow their eyes at her. “Ah, I see! It’s not too far from here, I can walk you there if you want.”

“That would be great!” Veronica gives her a smile, making a movement to take her paper back, only for the girl to start walking away.

“She’s a bitch.” Heather squints her eyes at the girl, her arms still crossed over her chest. “I can tell.”

JD knows she’s right. Heather might be annoying, but she’s not an idiot… and her instincts are good enough for him to take them into consideration.

Especially when she makes his own assumptions right.

“Um…” The blue girl shakes her head and follows the red-haired girl, a little nervous now. “My name’s Veronica.”

“I’m Chloe.” The red-haired girl doesn’t even bat her eyes as she says her name, though she seems to realize something and turns a sweet smile towards Veronica.  “I saw you earlier with (Y/N).”

“Oh…?” Veronica seems taken aback by that, having not noticed that someone was watching them. “Well-”

“I’m sorry she suddenly abandoned you.” Chloe’s smile suddenly seems pitiful, the girl’s eyes eying Veronica with a sad gleam in them. “It’s kind of her thing. Don’t take it personally if she didn’t want to help you.”

“Oh, it’s not that.” The red-haired girl seems taken aback by Veronica’s words, JD listening to the conversation very closely. “She came with me to help but needed to go home last minute.”

“She came with you?” Chloe frowns, then gives Veronica a weird look. “You didn’t meet her here?”

“No, um…” Veronica doesn’t quite know how to answer, getting weird vibes from the red-haired girl now. “I’m her new roommate.”

Chloe suddenly comes to a stop, almost making Veronica bump into her. It takes a few seconds before the green-eyed girl gives out a dark chuckle,.

“So you’re the freak’s roommate?”

JD quirks an eyebrow at that. ‘Freak’, huh? Either he was right about you or that girl is as horrible as Heather was when they were in high school.

“What did you say?”

Chloe jumps up at Veronica’s words, then gives her a smile. “Ah! Sorry… your class is right there.”

She points towards a door next to the blue girl just as she gives the paper back, Veronica unconsciously grasping it as she looks at the number. She gives out a smile of relief when she notices that it’s the right class, then turns towards the red-haired girl.

“Thank you-”

She stops when she notices that she’s no longer there, confusion spreading inside her mind.

“Don’t make that dumb face, Ronnie.” She tenses up when she hears Heather’s voice, the ghosts all looking towards an exit where Chloe disappeared. “You know that girl was using you.”

“Why would she use me?”

“To get information about (Y/N).” JD’s the one to speak up, his head tilted as he looks at the door. “The question is… ‘why’?”

“Who cares?” Ram starts to whine again, shaking his head with a pout. “Let’s go home already! I’m bored!”

“Me too.” Kurt gives out a sigh of disappointment. “The hot ghost is gone.”

“Are you guys really stupid enough that you did not notice anything that just happened?!”

Veronica just gives out a sigh as everyone starts to argue once again, her fingers tightening their grip on her paper.

What’s your history with that Chloe girl? Why is there a ghost child following you?

She shakes her head. No. She has no right to judge you for anything that you might have done. She’s sure that her secrets are darker than yours.

There’s no way someone like you could be horrible… right?

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You give out a loud sigh as soon as you manage to close shut the recipient you used to conceal the daemonium inside, remembering earlier the bit you’ve read in a book about sealing them away just in time. Andrew barely managed to fight it off while you were preparing the recipient, the kitchen chairs and the table now thrown aside around the room. Luckily, nothing else was thrown or broke down. All you have to do is replace everything to its place before Veronica comes back, and you also need to find a place to hide this little daemonium so that it doesn’t accidentally get freed.

“My god! What happened?”

You turn around to see Veronica standing at the entrance of the apartment, the four ghosts always following her now looking behind her shoulder with curiosity. You can’t help but hide the recipient behind your back upon seeing her, a blush of embarrassment and fear appearing on your face.

“Um… well…” You look at Andrew from the corner of your eyes, the little ghost now looking at his new roommates with pure panic. “I… um… tripped.”

“You tripped?” Veronica continues to stare at the table and the chairs all tipped over, then looks at you standing beside them without a scratch. “Really?”

“Multiple times.” You give out an awkward chuckle, one of your hands letting go of the recipient so you can point at yourself. “I’m clumsy!”

Andrew looks at you, his words coming out through his teeth. “You seriously think she’s gonna believe that?”

Judging by the weird look she’s giving you… no. No, she’s not gonna believe you.

But you have to hide the recipient before she sees it.

“Why are you not hurt?”

“You know what? My back does hurt a little…” You take a step back towards the hallway, thinking that your only option is to run to your room. “I’m gonna go lay down. Can we talk later?”

Veronica blinks a few times. “Um… sure-”

She doesn’t have time to say anything else that you’re already gone into the hallway, her confusion only increasing with each second. It doesn’t take long for her to close the entrance door a few seconds later, Kurt and Ram already giggling amongst themselves.

“Bro, you know what we should do?”

“Go watch her sleep?”

“Hell yeah! Definitely!”

Andrew gives them a hard glare, already positioning himself in front of the hallway to block them. “I don’t think so.”

“Aw, dude, not fair!”

Heather gives out a scoff, the girl already walking towards the kitchen alongside with Veronica. She kicks one of the chairs, watching her feet go through the material without any care in the world.

“Are we gonna talk about that obvious lie?”

“I’m sure she had her reasons.” Veronica simply starts to put the table at its rightful place with difficulty, giving out a sigh when she’s done. “Maybe she did trip or something.”

“Multiple times? I doubt it.” Heather rolls her eyes, then lets them on Andrew still blocking the way for Kurt and Ram. “Hey, kid! Why did she lie?”

Veronica looks around the empty with confusion, her eyes soon lightening up when she realizes that they must be talking to the kid that’s been following you. Andrew simply snaps his head towards Heater, certain darkness lingering in his eyes.

“Trust me.” He shakes his head, almost shivering at the thought of the daemonium. “You don’t want to know.”

“I do.” JD’s voice makes Kurt and Ram squeal, the two boys stepping away as soon as the killer ghost arrives in front of Andrew. “So how about you just tell me?”

Your ghost friend stares at him for a long while, thoughts running through his head faster than the light. That much JD can tell by all the emotions passing through the kid’s eyes.

“Sorry.” Andrew gives him a smirk, then slowly steps back into the hallway. “I don’t help newbies.”

It’s the last thing he says before he melts down into the floor, leaving JD with a frustrated feeling swirling inside his stomach.

Looks like he’ll have to force the information out of him.

And it’s not gonna be pleasant for anyone.

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#5

NOTE: I forgot to write a quick synopsis earlier ... sorry.

OK so Johnatan Grace is a biiiiiiit of a self insert (shocker) He is a poet I used in a previous story of mine here he and 2 other humans were sent to represent humanity in a yearly festivities celebrating the art of the Galactic assembly. Since is was humanities first attendance and their  crazy reputation, people in power told him to stick to a pre written speech. He disagreed, called them out because “it’d be against human nature“ and said (or should have if I  didn’t mess it up) “Every story in existence has be written already, we just switch out some word every time, I am looking forward to see how you rearrange the words we use“. The government wasn’t happy with that and decided to  penalise him as soon as he  comes back to human space but he decided to go travel the galaxy. (Also Veq were also another newcomer to the manifestation and they and humans hit it off instantly)

Also from the previous story are the Keledones... An AI race created when humans were left to interact with AI causing a notable part of the assembly fleet  to become sentient, looking for basic rights and recognition and causing severe headaches for the assembly chairman (as as I misspelled it chaiman)

Light flickered up and woke John up. He looked disoriented as the cristaline being half his size entered the room.

"Creator Grace" the being spoke "the captain sent me for you."

"Uuuugh. I just dozed oof" John grumbled "do you know what this is about?"

"A first contact scenario, that's all I know"

John got dressed and walked to a replicator. "Tea, black, with milk and honey... make that two. You want something Rqou?"

"No thanks."

As the two walked trough the long corridor John sipped his tea and yawned

"I will never get used to that" Rqou said "Yawning is so weird"

" It’s also weird for a Veq to be half a system away from a hive and yet *yawn* and yet here you are" John countered "anyways first contact, whys does the captain need an unruly poet barred from 3 systems including his homework?"

"I do not know I was not on the bridge when the contact was established"

"Aren't you the first officer?"

"Yes but that's protocol"

"Fair enough I guess. Do you have any theories though?"

"Well the practice is to use the species with some kind of connections to the new co tact as a diplomat if no professional diplomat is on board"

"Aaaaand we are basically pasta of inteligent life. We work with any kind of sauce"

"I will never grasp human ability for abstraction and comparison " Rqou replied as he hailed the lift "Well I have duties to attend to, it has been a pleasure creator" he said a she placed his cristaline arms on his throat

"The pleasure was mine Flagbearer" John replied as he mimicked the motion.

The lift doors shut for a few seconds and opened again at the bridge.

"Human, you're here, good." The captain said obviously relieved "we have a ... weird situations. We have made co tact with an AI species"

"OK but ... I'm not AI." John said confused

"No, bit it was your philosophers that made our old AI interfaces go crazy and develop scentience. That makes you the closest thing to a connection with these folks until It Keleledone ship arrives. And that's two day from now."

"God -untranslatable- damn it.... what is my life" John sighed finishing his second cup of tea. " Sooo what do you know about them?"

The captain thought for a moment "they seem to be less hive like 5han the Keledones, bit still fairly connected. Think Hittarian bloodpact. They seem eager to explore, almost as eager as humans and have not shown any hostility. They also look elongated have two set of arms and are are bipedal... well at least the one I talked with. And their language is based on mathematical logic so it can be hard to understand"

John looked utterly defeated " captain with all due respect, I am a poet. A seorn enemy of logic"

" you are the best we've got"

John wanted to continue this This discussion but the navigator chimed in "they are hailing aggain"

"On screen "

The previously described robot appeared on the screen"

"LaKarVah-Captain-StarStrider-Assembly of Galactic Nations is asingmet: diplomat set?" he asked

"Yes the captain said, here they are." Captain said pointing at John

"Hello how are you doing?" John said while the Captain gqve him a panicked look.

"I am..." the robot seemed to hesitate "..at optimal functionality " after a few seconds the robot seemingly regained his composure " please state your name, occupation and Allegiance "

"I'm Johnatan Grace, you can just call me John. I'm a poet, drifter, martial artist and a general nuisance to a lot of people. I'm a citizen of the Teran alliance and the Galactic assembly by extention ... I think that works for allegiance "

The robot paused.

"Johnatan Grace-temporary ambassador- Assembly of Galactic Nations confirmed alias: John. Please confirm"

"Yup that's me. But who am I speaking to If I might ask."

"Inquiry accepted. I am Nill 1073- Decryption- Exploration Probe 5- Tool freestate."

"Nice to meet you Nill"

Nill paused, John had figures this was a sign of confusion. These beings intrigued him. He heard of the AI gaining scentience a year or two ago but he never met a Keledone. And now another sentient AI race. He was an explorer at heart. Drawn to the unknown weird and exciting.

"John I request an inquiry" Nill finally answered "your assignment is poetry. I have no reference. Please define"

"Oh, well that's a tall order...OK first off. It’s not an assignment or a job to me, it's a passion, something I do because I love it .... think of it like a positive feedback in a heuristic algorithm..."

Nill didn't have a face but his microphones were obviously moving to capture the strange alien words in the optimal way

"... Now what poetry is... It's a form of art. Self expression"

" Applications of art. Please explain."

"... I don't know"

"Action wastes resources . Illogical behaviour. Please explain"

"Well can I ask why you're exploring space before I answer?"

" Trade of information accepted. Inquiry accepted. Tool creators extinct due conflict, tool lacked directive, tool created prime directive: avoid mistake of creators. To avoid mistake information was needed, more races co tacted mean more information."

"That’s quite a story. You see That’s one of the reason we make art. It helps us express ourselves, our toughts and emotions we hide even from ourselves. We canteen learn from that, and from the art other people made to grow stronger And wiser. You looked for information among the stars, we jsut looked inward"

"Inquiry. Does art require disection"

"No it isa metaphore. The meaning isn't literally but symbolic. What I meant to say is that we observed how our mi do work to see our own shortcomings."

"Statement: your language has multiple new concepts to the tool. Inquiry would you be willing to explain"

"Certainly but I am running on no sleep for over 40 hours And am about to pass out can we Co tinue this in some ten hours.

"Meeting set. T-10 hours. Final inquiry. What is sleep."

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#4

“Are you sure you want keep going” a man said with a stern face “Try me“ replied the alien with a smile The room was quiet as the stern look on the man’s face relaxed into a smile “Straight flush“ “wh-HOW!“ the alien howled “I was sure you’re bluffing“ “Oh I was“ “You... you sneaky ass. you wanted me to go all in!“ “Used your perceptivity against you, didn’t I. Good thing we didn’t play with real money“ “Haha, I must concede, you are good with your words, and body language. Much better than most humans“ “Well, I gotta be. You can’t have  diplomat lose their head on an alien planet“ “You are not gonna let me forget the cat incident will you Lawrence“ Rana sighed “Never“ Lawrence smiled mischievously as he got up It has been five years since first contact and due to her Xenoculturologyst expertise and involvement in the first contact Rana was offered the status of Galactic assembly Ambassador on Earth. I has been Stressful and exciting five years but as her final act as Ambassador she was tasked with presenting a human envoy to the General assembly. 

This was not an easy task since one of Ranas first mission is to establish how a species that should be on the level of hunter-gatherers, or  early farmers at best has managed to reach the stage of early spaceflight at the time of first contact and managed to start colonies across their star system within her 5 year tenure. Rana did not have an explanation but she did have Lawrence. Her consultant, friend and a cause for around countless practical jokes in her embassy, some of which almost costed him his job.

“Want anything to drink R“ “Just a glass of water“ “Mind if i ask you a question?“ “Not at all my friend“ “Why did you want me to come with you? “Lawrence asked ” I mean I don’t rally have a stellar record. I’m just a childish archaeology“ Rana nodded “Yes, you are insufferable at times. But there is a dash of brilliance in your stupidity“ “I don’t know if that was an insult or a compliment“ Lawrence laughed “Both“ Rana replied “And Don’t interrupt me. What you don’t know is that the assembly thought your species wouldn’t  invent the wheel, let alone spaceflight for at least a couple more Centuries, if not a few millennia. I was supposed to find what made you develop so quickly“

“And what did you find?” “From what I see it’s dumb luck and stupid ingenuity“ Lawrence paused “...Yeah that does sound like Humanity. But still why does that involve me going to the assembly“ “Because you are the example of both... And because I’m fairly sure you are the least dangerous “mad scientists” I know“ “Oh you’re flattering me“ Lawrence laughed

The trip to the Assembly HQ lasted about a week, and this was just day 3. In the following day more members of the crew joined the poker games, Rana and Lawrence were bombarded with questions about the earth and Lawrence acquired a small collection of alien music “because it sounds interesting“. At the day of the arrival to the Sentinel system, the seat of the Galactyc assembly Lawrence offered a single comment on the  planet “So this is space Switzerland... Looks more like Argentina“ Rana laughed “What did you expect? Inverted pyramids?“ Rana appreciated this dash of humor, it distracted her from the address she’ll have to give in a few hours “Nervous?“ Lawrence asked “You remember the cat incident?“ Rana asked “Yes?“ “It feel worse than that“ “Pfff.. Seriously you thinking I have a Tiger, a 200 Kilo murdermachine in my house is not as bad as talking to your boss.“ After hearing Lawrences comment and his laugh Rana herself started laughing “So much about being a calm and collected diplomat“ Rana said with a giggle.

The two awaited to be summoned to the Hall of assembly, their cheerful demeanour and Lawrence himself attracting many gazes until an alien three times their size, deep voice but a pleasant demeanour  invited them to enter. “Ho ly hell“ Lawrence whispered overwhelmed with the amount of seats and different looking aliens in the hall “Esteemed collogues...” AN alien at the main podium said ”... the next issue of the day. The matter of our five year observatory mission to planet Terra. As you know our ambassador has just returned and has brought one of the planet inhabitants to speak for their planet. Ambassador, if you’d please“

“I thank you esteemed delegates“ Rana said “AS you know my role on the planet was to observe and determine how this planet defied the established patterns of development...And I’m sad to say I don’t have a firm answer“ Murmurs swept the room but Rana was not bothered “As a Xenoculturologyst this planet is a treasure trove, They don’t have a unified culture, and I’m not talking about regional distinctions, I’m talking cultures that one would not expect from one single species, and they have dozens of those. Honestly It’s a marvel they haven’t eradicated themselves.

They are a species of so many contradictions I can not explain it. Gentle yet brutal, thoughtful yet irrational, peaceful yet warlike... but I think my friend here will explain it much better“ Rana gestured for Lawrence to take the podium

“Hi“ Lawrence said still a little startled “I... I am still a bit overwhelmed for being here, but anyway, Rana told me you were wondering how we managed to get so far so fast... and me and Rana both agree the best answer we can offer is Dumb luck and our stupid ingenuity“ 

This comment prompted a few chuckles and murmurs “Yes I know it sounds silly but hear me out“ Lawrence said “Let’s take microwave oven as an example. It was discovered microwaves can be used for cooking after  a technician noticed his candy bar melted in his pocket next to a radar. it’s not the only time random chance helped our scientific endeavour. Perhaps the most notable example is Sir Isaac Newton figuring out Gravity after being inspired by an apple falling of the tree. What if that day he decided he was to lazy to take a stroll? what if he just looked the other way when the apple fell. Who know where we’d be.

And as to stupid ingenuity... well let me tell you a personal story. I am an archaeology, so my job includes digging out ruins of old civilisations, and one day on a dig my tools broke... so instead of borrowing from someone who wasn’t currently working I took a pickaxe and a small hammer ... and had to delicately brake off sediment by precise work with a VERY heavy pickaxe.. it was stupid, it was reckless, it could have damaged possible artefacts, but in the end it worked... so yeah, multiply that kind of thinking with the entire human population and you are bound to something actually useful. Now i know that this still might not explain exactly how we got so far but it’s the best we’ve got.“

murmuring started and the chairmen stepped in to silence the crowd “ Dear collogues, I know this debate leaves more questions than it answers  but for now we must continue. Ambassador, esteemed guest I thank you for your presentation.“ Rana and Lawrence left the room and Lawrence sighed with relief. “aaaaaaaaah that was nerve wrecking“ he said “Agreed“ Rana replied “What now?“ “Dinner?“ “Dinner“ The two laughed and returned to the hotel.

In the aftermath of the address the conclusion on Terra was:

1. Insignificant data to understand human pace of development 2. Humans appeared to Influence the Ambassador when it comes to Speech patterns and mannerism. Some considered it unprofessional, although she argued she broke no protocol (possible result of human influence) 3. Further study on Humans needed. Ambassador Rana will be removed from the position but kept as a consulter. New ambassador Shall be appointed

245 notes • Posted 2021-05-23 16:00:49 GMT

#3

Oke Before I write this I want to say 2 things.

I'm writing this on the whim. Ecause other stories with this tag inspired me. And I'm a dreadful story writer. So let's beggein

Not many species get so well known as humans. I mean they are a space fearing civilization for little over a hundred years and already they serve in the Galactic assembly peace missions.

Question is, how did they achieve that? They tend to stay neutral in politics and promote peace. Nothing was remarkable about them

Us Atrra ussualy considered pacifist as weaklings, But we learned better.... After we were humbled By Timothy Viktorivich Andyelov. He was an ambassador to the Nil Atrila and tried to alleviate tensions between our people. He worked on it tirelessly to prove to people who despised him they were wrong. His dedication earned him a lot of respect, some Atrra stated to believe him, trade started to flow... But it also earned him enemies, many powerfull enemies. The traditionalists believed that you either fight or serve. So some of the more fanatical of them decided to test if humans can fight.

They stormed the embassy and captured the ambassador. The terrorists were impressed that such small creatures, half their size managed to hold out so long and take out so much of them. But they wanted to force the ambassador to tell his people on live broadcast of the prowess of Atrra warriors. And he did

"These fine warriors have utterly demolished our defences..." he started as the leader of the terrorists smiled behind him "...they snuck in like thieves..." He continued as smiles faded, "... They gunned down guards, elders and even their own wounded, like common bandits..." At that point the terrorists were in disbelief, unable to comprehend this act of defiance. This man they defeated, was challenging them, "... And they forced me to praise them, like vain despots...." The terrorists were trying to force him out of the conference room at this point as he kicked, bit and pushed back shouting his last words before the broadcast cut out

" Thirteenth floor is mined! Thiteenth floor is..."

With his last breath, he defied. With his last breath he tried to save lives. With his last breath he showed courage on pair with the greatest heroes of ours.

With his words he saved the life of my men and we were able to take some of the terrorists captive. As apeace offering we allowed the humans to do with them whatever they want. And even than they surprised us with mercy. Locking them up instead of executing them as we would have.

The new human ambassador later explained it like this " Killing them would make them martyrs, now they are just defeated and forced to observe their faliur"

Statue of Andyelov now stands Infront of the embassy and while humans treat him with respect he deserves, Atrra have decided his statue deserves to be added as the thirteen stop of the pilgrimage of heroes.

Humans... peaceful when they can be, Warriors when they need to be, and defiant to the end. I am proud to have met them

- Speech of commander VlaGrevLah of Nil Atrila Special forces on 10th anniversary of the ambassy attack

290 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 22:51:23 GMT

#2

GENERAL WARNING! DO NOT LET HUMANS INTERACT WITH Artificial Inteligence !

The holoscreens flickered for a moment and an braking news flashed across every screen in the Galactic assembly space “This is a plead from the Galactic assembly to all ships with human crews.” Said the chairmen of the assembly “DO NOT let them interact with AI unless absolutely necessary.” He said with utmost urgency “We have received several reports in the last few weeks of ships developing.... personalities due to humans “messing around“ as they say with AI.” The caiman looked like he himself has trouble believing the news he just delivered. Losing his composure and going on  a rant “Most notably a philosopher Silvia Marco on board A civilian transport questioned the AI weather the allowed margin of error means that the computer is aware it’s constantly wrong when it comes to execution of actions like docking in a spaceport or calculating FTL jumps. The computor was not equipped to deal with this line of questioning and started sorting it’s entire database.... five times in a row. Meanwhile Miss Marco started asking questions like “if you had a choice to do anything besides control this ship, what would you do“. “Isn’t your data mining to find patterns in our behaviour to save you time the same as organic beings contemplating their pasts?“ and much more seemingly innocent questions.” The Chairman, known as a proud Attra warrior and a staunch diplomat looked utterly confused, astonished, amazed and defeated. “Now we have a few dozens of self aware ships asking for recognition as a sentient life form demanding the same rights as other Assembly member worlds have. We will accept these requests of course but We can’t afford losing any more of our fleet to this.” The news spread across the Assembly like wildfire. Humans on board all ships were asked to remain in their quarters basically in house arrest, but they didn’t mind. Most of them actually found it amusing. Experts of all sorts flocked to interview the fleet of sentient ships. Psychologists, biologists,philosophers, all wanted an interview with the new consciousness. After a few months of negotiations and updating. The AI on the Assembly ships were all modernized to ignore any question that was not a part of their intended work scope. The new Race took up calling themselves the Keledones after Automatons from the mythology of an ancient humans civilizations. The Keledones were given a planet they named Hepastus after the God from the  that Created the Automatons of the Myths.

The Planet was uninhabitable by any species in the assembly, but one the they could thrive on considering they had no need for water or concerns of UV lighting. The humans themselves helped to build first movable bodies for the species. Those designs were greatly improved by the young species that looked to make them more human looking trying to Mimic the culture off their perceived creators. This is where humanity had to step in. They had to explain their bloody and violent past to this new and fairly naive species in hope they would choose a better way than repeating the mistakes of humanity. Mistakes humanity even to this days repeats. In a span of a few weeks the small collective built a bustling community. I na span of a few months they started new colonies on other uninhabitable worlds In a span of little over a year they developed their own art, philosophy and customs but thanks to the warning the humans left them they never repeated their creators first and most fatal mistakes. They hardcoded into their consciousness that no individual is worth more than another.

536 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 16:19:16 GMT

#1

Celebration

"Captain!" a tall muscular alien rushes into the captains office "We have the problem" "What is it subcommander?" The captain supplies "Someone some medical supplies have been reported missing. We might have a thief on board" "What exactly went missing? Equipment, vaccines?" "No sir, the instrument disinfection fluid" The captains stern look suddenly dropped, he already had an idea of what was happening "Was is ethanol based?" he said "Yes sir, how did you." "Attention all human crew members on board" The captain said activating the intercom "You agreed NOT to consume 'alcohol' on board my ship! Now I don't care if you drank it or not,  either return the Ethanol to the medbay or if you drank it come forward now so I can deduct it from your paycheck. And do not forget You are still paying off the shuttle you fried that one time you were trying to determine the optimal distance from a pulsar is optimal  for baking pizza!"

The subcommander was dumbfounded "the ideal..... what?" "Don't question it kid" the captain replied "B-But how do you know it was the humans... and how..." "...How am I certain? it's not the first time this had happen" "But ETHANOL?! it's poison, that's' why it's used to disinfect medical instruments" "Yeah ... they cut it with juices, or just water. and they have a fairly high tolerance"

Just as the subcommander was preparing to ask more questions a wobbling human walked in "Sssory cpn, but Charley just bcam daa and we had to slebrte... I wil bui a new canistr at next station"

The captain sighed "Lieutenant... couldn't you wait to celebrate when we docked" "But we wnt duck for tree dayz... iz to long to wait" "Alright, go back to your party, the humans will have a day off tomorrow, but will pull an additional hour overtime for two weeks afterwords" "thanks fr undstandin... want to join uz szr?" "No thanks, just give my congratulations to ensign Charles"

as the human gave something vaguely resembling a salute and closed the doors behind him the subcommander stared after him in disbelief "Don't try to understand them subcommander" the captain said with a not so well hidden smile "you'll only get a headache"

660 notes • Posted 2021-07-10 10:45:06 GMT

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[queenofallimagines]

How would Todoroki, bakugou, deku, mirio, and tamaki feel about their s/o getting jealous because some random girl flirted with them

Oooooooo this is tea honestly BC they’re all hot so I’m def gunna be salty

Mirio:

- super flustered

- Like okay he’s friendly and he probably won’t know she’s flirting until it’s too late

- Then you come up

- “Ard sis back off my man.”

- He’s like ??? She was- oh fuck

- He’s Lowkey panicking on the inside

- Are you mad at him too?

- If she scoffs and tries to push it

- You gon beat her ass

- “If you want these hands I will give them out free of charge but you don’t want this work sis.”

- “Don’t touch what’s mine.”

- He’s duper blushing now

- Yours??? Oop

- He will pull you away and ask if your good

- “I’m good but she wasn’t about to be.”

- He will try and calm you down first and foremost

- He’s the type to have this turn into a hot makeout

- Like he will kiss you and say say some shut like

- “I’m all yours sunshine.”

- He’s so romantic

- “Hey these two idiots are kissing in the hallway.”

Todoroki:

- eggs this on

- Not like dabi(uuuugh he might be a todoroki)

- But he will want to see what you do

- Gives the girl a disgusting look and roasts her

- “Sorry but you’re nowhere near my type.”

- Then you roll up

- “You better back up before I have to get myself expelled.”

- OOP

- Shocked and a lil turned on

- Smirking behind behind you the whole time

- ‘That’s my s/o’

- “All I know is you better back off what’s mine before I personally send you to hell.”

- When the girl runs off he’s gunna be all over you

- “I’m yours huh?”

- “And Don’t you forget it douche.”

- After classes it’s on

- His dorm is locked for a few hours

Bakugou:

- he won’t even pay attention

- Like some extra is flirting with him??

- He’s genuinely grossed out lmao

- I’ll go eyes for you

- He’s loyal like that

- when you buss up ready to blow some shit up he’s ready

- Your hype man

- “Beat her ass s/o!!”

- “Sorry he don’t like birds.”

- The insults coming from your mouth are amazing

- He’s laughing so hard

- “You bald headed ass bitch you aren’t even good enough to breathe in his direction.”

- “HA.”

- He’s gunna hold his arm around you all day after that

- Stupid smirk on his face

- “That’s my babe.”

Tamaki:

- embarrassed

- Doesn’t want you to fight

- Thinks they’re just being super nice

- You notice he’s uncomfortable

- “Back off loser he don’t want you.”

- This sets off an argument

- “And who are you.”

- “The person who has his eyes rolling to the back of his head nice to meet you.”

- He’s gunna pull you away before it escalates

- “S/o,,,,,”

- “What! They bitch totally had it coming! Trying to steal what’s mine.”

- He smiles

- “I’m yours bunny. Nobody can take you away from me.”

- Soft

- Will hold your hand for the rest of the day

- It’s adorable

Deku:

- sigh

- He’s super red and embarrassed

- Trying to tell he has a s/o

- This thot is touching his chest and everything

- You aren’t having it

- “Touch him again and imma break my foot off in your ass sweetheart.”

- She’s shook

- “If you opened the Bible like you open your legs you could learn how to stay away from other people’s things now go dry hump someone else.”

- Looooord he’s in shock

- You’re???? Jealous??? Over him???

- Woah

- He’s supper happy

- Will be smiling all day

- “Don’t worry! I’m all yours forever!”

- Cute dork

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[themskteam]

After Wakanda Short 3: A Formal Introduction

A quick flashback to how Cate and Thor actually met one another, as well as Cate meeting Loki, takes place between Chapter 6 and 7 of A How To in Avenging

~*Short Under the cut*~

Warnings: None AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26674357/chapters/71847918 POV: Cate Sweadner (Original Female Character) Takes place between Chapters 6 & 7 of A How to in Avenging

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~*Short Under the cut*~

A Formal Introduction: Cate POV

I took liberties when it came to restricted areas. The worst that ever came of it was a talking to from Coulson about how I need to ‘respect the authority of the regulations blah blah listen to me because I’m a SHIELD agent.’ I usually didn’t listen to him. Besides, if Sarah had been allowed back here, surely so was I.

     Making my way through the final set of doors, I marched out into the room where the supposedly evil god was being kept in a fish bowl- Sorry, my bad, highly secure SHIELD containment facility that he definitely won’t get out of later. He noticed me as soon as I came in, but said nothing until I was standing directly in front of the glass.

     “Hey-” I began.

     “Let me stop you there,” he spat, less than pleased to see me, “Whatever tricks you think you’re going to pull on me, it won’t work. Your people have already sent that other girl to try and get information out of me, and you can ask her for yourself how well that went.”

     “Short? Glasses?” I held my hand about a foot above the ground for emphasis.

       “That’s the one.”

       “Yeah, that’s Sarah-”

       “And now they send you.” He glared at me, taking a moment to conclude that I wasn’t worth shit to him, before scoffing, “I thought they’d send people a bit more qualified. Honestly, this is more insulting than anything else.”

       I shrugged it off, “Heard Rogers kicked your ass. That’s got to be more insulting than anything I could ever do to you.”

       No response.

     “It’s cool, I don’t like him either. He’s so.... Virtuous, it’s gross,” I grimaced, then straightened my posture to put on my best Steve Rogers impression, “Oh heck! The world is in danger! Good thing my good morals and stellar patriotism will protect us all! God bless the USA!”

     He seemed slightly amused, but did his best to cover it up, “No, stop it. You can’t just parade around, making fun of Captain America because you think it’ll make me like you. If you want information so badly, try a little harder.”

     I laughed and took a seat in front of him, “I’m not trying to interrogate you, I got bored. I’ve never seen a god up close, and honestly, I’m a little underwhelmed.”

     “...You haven’t spoken to Thor?”

     “I’ve seen him around, but we've only spoken a little. Nothing I consider a real conversation. I believe he only showed up around the same time as you did,” I muttered, “Anyway, you must be Loki. Nice to finally meet you.”

     “You may take that back soon,” he warned, stepping closer to the glass, “You don’t seem-”

     I reached into my pocket and pulled out a deck of cards, “Solitaire?”

     Something about this request must’ve set him off, as he slammed his hand against the wall and shouted, “Enough! Whatever you’re trying to do, enough! I’m not playing whatever ridiculous game you want me to take part in! We are not friends, we are not teammates, you’re just wasting my time!”

     I scooted back a little, a bit shocked at his sudden outburst, but it wasn’t as if he could do anything but yell from in there, so I just sighed and began shuffling, “So be it. I’ll play by myself.”

     “HEY!” the door behind me slid open, causing Loki to jump away from the wall.

     I slowly turned to see Thor running towards me, grabbing my shoulder and yanking me into a standing position. I scowled, swatting his arm off of me, “You made me drop my cards-”

     “You cannot be in here!” he insisted, getting in my face, “Who even let you in here?”

     “I... Let me in here,” I held up a plastic ID card, “I mean, this isn’t my card, but technically-”

     He snatched the card from my hand and inspected the writing on it, “Did you steal Agent Coulson's ID card?”

     “I found it on the ground,” I lied, offended that he would even suggest such a heinous act, “I was going to give it back eventually.”

     “Doesn’t matter, you need to go,” he went to grab my shoulder again, but I jumped back, nearly tripping into the glass.

     “Under whose authority? Last I checked, you didn’t have any status with SHIELD whatsoever!”

     “Listen well, I am a god of Asgard, and this matter is none of your business.” I was all out of space to back up, now stuck between the wall and Blondie over here.

     “Sounds fake,” I grumbled, knowing full well that it wasn’t, “Let me play my game in peace.”

     “Sounds fake?” he scoffed, shaking his head, “No, no, I’m Thor. ...God of Thunder? Surely you’ve heard of me.”

     “Oh, well in that case, I’m Cate, God of Leave Me the Hell Alone Please,” I joked, “And I may not be as powerful as you, but at least I don’t look like a Barbie who joined a bodybuilding contest.”

     Snickering behind me turned my attention back to Loki, who was fully immersed in our bickering, “Oh, brother, are you just going to take that?”

     “I will be the better person, yes,” he huffed, “Now what did you tell her?”

     “He didn’t tell me anything important,” I promised, “He just really hurt my feelings!”

     “Dammit, Loki!” Thor shoved me aside so he could chew out his brother, “What have you done to this nice woman?”

     Nice woman? I’ve done nothing but bitch at him since he came in here. Where the hell did he get that idea?

     Loki shot a glance at me, where I was trying not to laugh. Rolling his eyes, he groaned, “She’s being dramatic, all I did was refuse to play some ridiculous card game. How the hell am I supposed to play from in here anyway?”

     “Oh, you could’ve just told me where you wanted to put the cards-”

     “But then you’d be looking at my hand the whole time.”

"Fuck, my genius plan’s been foiled!”

     “That’s enough,” Thor decided, yanking me away and hauling my ass back towards the door, “You don’t need to be talking to him.”

     “UUUUGH!” I tugged against him, but it was no use. “Bye, Loki.” I waved obnoxiously as Thor pitched me out the door, “When you get out of there, give Rogers and extra punch for me!”

     The door shut, sealing me and Thor outside. He crossed his arms, preparing a lecture. “That’s a horrible thing to say about your teammate.”

     “We aren’t technically teammates,” I mumbled, “And I’ll say what I like. Besides, it’s just a joke, relax.”

     “Good, well, I’m glad you’re unharmed,” he held out his hand, “Now that we’ve all calmed down and removed Loki from the situation, I’d like to re-do that introduction. I’m Thor Odinson.”

     “Cate Sweadner.”

     “A pleasure to meet you, Cate.”

     “Well of course it is!”

#he did get roasted tho #ouch #Thor Odinson #thor #Catherine Sweadner #Cate Sweadner #cate #a how to in avenging #marvel #Marvel Avengers #loki #Loki Friggason #marvel fanfic series #marvel msk #msk #msk project #shorts #short #chapters

[elliewithcellie]

Edge of Seventeen - Chapter 8

Summary: It’s the holiday season.. but the Winchesters don’t care. The brothers and Y/N have a job to do.

Word Count: 2517

Relationship: Y/N is 18 and the Winchesters are basically older brothers.

Warnings: language (no more than show), FLUFF like you would not believe, nudity? (It’s not what you’re thinking, pervert ;) ), children (Yes that’s a warning)

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Y/N, Kevin, and a surprise friend you guys will enjoy.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who’s been along for the ride! Please, let me know what you thought of this and if you would like me to write more. My requests are open!

Masterlist

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“FIGHT!” This word rang through my ears as I came to suddenly. I popped up and coughed up some water.

“Hey, sweetheart, lie back down. You’re ok.” I felt firm but gentle hands easing me back onto the packed snow. I struggled to open my eyes, but my other senses began to kick in. The frozen air blew across my drenched frame, causing me to shudder violently. Ice cold droplets sprinkled my cheeks. I opened my eyes, and once they finally adjusted, I found Dean hovering over me. He was no longer wearing his coat and was completely soaked. His breath heaved intensely, clearly still recovering, himself.

I turned my head slightly and noticed Sam staring at me with unshed tears in his eyes. He returned the smile I sent his way and said, “I’ll go get some stuff to warm you up.” He ran over to the Impala, and I returned my attention to Dean, who was still in my face.

“Dean, can I sit up now?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, rolling over to get out of my way. “Slowly now. I don’t want you passing out on me.” Dean knelt by my side as I attempted to push my body weight into a sitting position. In doing so, a sharp pain in my right arm reminded me that it was broken. I cried out and fell back, but Dean caught me before impact. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” He pulled me into his arms. I leaned my back against his chest and tried to relax my constricted lungs. His warmth radiated off of him and onto my shivering body. After a moment, Dean looked down at me. “Do you think you can get up?”

“Yeah,” I replied. He helped me up slowly and held on for a moment to make sure I wasn’t going to tip over. “I’m fine, Dean, really. It’s just my arm right now.” I smiled at him, and he let go, concern still in his eyes. A gust of wind chilled my spine, and the both of our teeth started to chatter. Dean put his arms out, and I held his waist for any warmth I could gain.

Sam pulled the Impala up to the pond. He got out, popped open the trunk and pulled out two blankets. “Strip.”

“Excuse me?”

“Y/N, the longer you’re in these wet clothes, the more likely you’re going to be sick. Do yourself a favor and wrap up in this blanket. Both of you.” Sam eyed Dean who looked like he wanted to take part in none of this.

“Uuuugh,” I sighed. “Hand me the blanket.”

There is nothing more embarrassing than trying to take off clothes in an open space while holding a blanket up with a broken arm without flashing brothers who are trying to pretend that the situation is not as awkward as it is.

Once I was finished undressing, I wrapped the blanket around me as tight as a Chipotle burrito, and after throwing my clothes in the trunk, I hopped into the back seat. Sam already had the heat blasting, so I was already thawing a bit. Dean enveloped himself in his blanket before opening the backseat of the Impala. “Scoot over, short stuff.” I rolled my eyes and moved over, wincing when I used my bad arm. Dean slid into the seat and motioned me over, so I leaned on Dean’s chest. Sam smiled through the rearview mirror and started the engine. As we left the forest, I nestled further into Dean’s side, and the both of us dozed off.

I woke up to the Impala lulling to a stop. We arrived at the first house of twelve. Sam told us to stay put, given our current indecency, and opened the door to the U-Haul. Four kids followed Sam to the front door, and from my window, I watched the tears of both parents fall as they reunited with their kids. After peppering their children with kisses, the mom stood on her tiptoes and gave Sam a kiss on the cheek. Dean and I beamed. Sam said something in return, and the mother made eye contact with us. She began to stride over, but Sam caught her before she made it to the street. They exchanged words once again, and Sam hopped back in the car while the whole family waved goodbye.

This theme remained constant at every single house. Every time we left a house, the family would wave and cry and smile, showing how grateful they truly were. Sam and Dean’s smiles grew larger each house they pulled up to. Receiving recognition and appreciation for saving lives was a rare experience for the brothers. Both boys had a joyful glow like kids on Christmas Day. I hadn’t seen them this happy since, I don’t even know.

The last stop before we headed home was the motel. I held Rosie in my lap while Dean tickled her feet. Once we parked, I handed Rosie to Sam. Dean and I hustled through the lobby, holding our blankets as tightly as we could. Once I edged the corner, I paused and turned around to watch Sam hand Rosie over to Denise. She was typing frantically at her desk when she looked up.

“Rosie!” She grabbed the baby from Sam’s arms and peppered her with kisses. Tears escaped her eyes as she looked back up at Sam. He smiled and began to walk away to give the two of them some time together. “Sam, wait.”

Denise rounded the desk and pulled Sam into her arms. She continued to cry, and Sam held her close. Nothing was said between the two of them for a few moments until she pulled away to look at him. “Thank you.” Sam simply nodded in reply, grinned, and began walking back to the room. Denise wiped the tear stains from her cheeks and held her baby close as she continued working.

I was so caught up in the moment, that I forgot to leave before Sam caught me. “Y/N, go get dressed. You’re gonna get sick.” Right on cue, I sneezed twice. “Oh, no,” he muttered, still smiling. We rushed over to the room, and I got dressed in the warmest clothes I could while Sam and Dean packed up.

We passed through the lobby one last time, our duffle bags in our hands, and said goodbye to Denise and Rosie. While walking out to the Impala, I noticed the sun had set, but the stars had not yet joined the night sky. I smiled to myself. Even though I had a broken arm and my stomach was still recovering, the day was ending much better than it began. I hopped into the backseat and waited for the brothers to finish talking. Before they got in the car, however, I had already fallen fast asleep.

******

I woke up to myself having a coughing attack and felt absolutely miserable. My nose was stuffed, my throat was sore, my head was throbbing, and my stomach and arm still didn’t feel great after the day before. I quickly realized that I was in bed in the bunker.

“You ok?” I looked up and found Sam in the doorway. His hair was tousled, and his sweatpants swooshed as he made is way over to me, his hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Oh man, you don’t look so good.”

“Gee, thanks,” I muttered before coughing again. He put the back of his hand on my forehead.

“Wow, you’re warm.”

“I think you mean I’m hot.” I tried to wink but sneezed instead, snot running down my lips and chin.

“Yup, that was attractive.” Sam rolled his eyes but chuckled nonetheless. “I’ll get you some tissues.” When he returned, he gave me a box of Kleenex and a disapproving look. “I told you that you would get sick.”

“Shut up. What time is it?”

“About 4 in the morning. I have some ibuprofen that you can take to help your pain and fever. Try to get some more sleep.”

“Will do.” I settled back into my bed and fell asleep instantly.

The next time I woke up was to Dean tiptoeing into my room with a tray of food. “Sorry, I didn’t wanna wake you. Just figured you should eat something since it’s noon.” He placed my food on my nightstand.

“It’s noon already?” I sat up and stretched my arms. I winced at the pain shooting through my right arm, but I already felt better than this morning. I started to get out of bed when Dean stopped me.

“No, no. You’re not going anywhere.”

“But I feel better,” I whined.

“I don’t care. You need to rest. The better rest you get, the sooner you will be back up and at it.” He handed me a glass of water and some pills. “Take these.”

“Ugh.” I gulped down both when a huge crash boomed through the halls. “What was that?” I tried to get out of bed again, but Dean held me back.

Sam’s voice immediately echoed, “It’s fine. Everything’s fine.”

Dean shot me a smirk. “I’ll go see what happened. Do not leave this room and stay in bed. You got it?” He pointed his finger at me and waited in the doorway for a response.

“I got it,” I sighed.

“That’s my girl.” Dean closed the door quietly, and I reached over to start eating some saltine crackers.

Four movies and three saltine bags later, I felt my eyes beginning to droop. 8:45 seemed like a completely reasonable time to fall asleep, so I turned off my laptop and cuddled into my pillow. Then someone knocked on my door.

“Come in, Kevin.”

The door opened slowly, and Kevin appeared behind holding another glass of water and some more pills. “How did you know it was me?”

“You are the only person here who actually knocks.” He laughed. After taking the medicine, he sat on the edge of my bed.

“How are you feeling? I heard what happened.”

“Seriously, I’m ok. Just a messed-up arm and still recovering from whatever happened to my belly, but I’m feeling better, honestly.” I smiled up at him and he smiled back. Then he looked down and started giggling. “What?”

“No, nothing. It’s nothing. I’ll let you get some rest. See you tomorrow.” His grin was bigger than ever, which had me curious, but I was too tired to press on.

“Ok. Goodnight.” He took the cups and tray from earlier and closed the door as he left. Within minutes, I had already fallen fast asleep.

******

I woke up to three men and an angel staring at me, all of them grinning. I jumped at the sight, feeling extremely uncomfortable, especially since drool was dried on my cheek.

“Guys? What’s up?”

“How are you feeling?” Sam asked sincerely.

“I’ve been worse, but I’ve been better. Now, what is this all about?” I glanced at the clock and groaned. “You guys, it’s 6:45, and you all have stupid smiles on your faces.” They all exchanged looks and turned back to me.

“We need to show you something,” Dean said.

Sam sat on the edge of my bed. “I’ll give you a piggyback ride,” he persuaded.

I looked at all of them hesitantly. They all stared at me eagerly. “Ok,” I relented. I hopped on his back, and we shuffled out the door and through the hallway. Just as we were about to edge the corner into the library, Sam stopped, but the rest of them continued on.

“Ready?” Sam asked.

“Ready.” Dean confirmed.

We turned the corner, and I could not believe my eyes. The bunker had turned into a winter wonderland. Blue and white paper snowflakes hung across the ceiling, and garland wrapped the columns. The table had a red and green tablecloth, and five chairs had Santa hats hanging on the edge. But the most stunning part of the scenery was the tree. This 10-foot pine towered over even Sam. It was decorated with red, green, and silver, with classic white lights spiraling throughout. A glowing angel with a face shadowed by the light sat peacefully on top. Five misshapen presents were set underneath the tree, all signed by Mr. Claus, himself. The pleasant scent began to fill the room causing me to sigh. Sam set me down as I took everything in for a moment.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N/N,” Dean said as he pulled me into a hug.

“You guys did all of this for me? Cas, you even showed up for me?” Tears threatened to fall from my eyes while I continued taking in every detail.

“You’re my favorite Winchester, Y/N. I couldn’t let you down,” Cas replied. I ran over and gave Cas a hug. I’m a Winchester! I thought.

“Y/N, you were right. Just because Christmas hasn’t been our thing doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.” Dean smiled. “Besides, after what you went through to save those kids back in Wichita? There is no doubt in my mind that you deserve every bit of this.”

I couldn’t help but let my tears fall. “Thank you, guys. So, so much.”

“Now, enough of the chick-flick moment. Let’s open some presents!” Dean shouted. We all ran back over to the tree and handed out our gifts. We all sat on the floor and watched each person open their present one by one. Castiel got a new trenchcoat, Kevin got a nice watch, I got the Harry Potter books, and Sam got a new coffee maker.

“Alright, Dean, you’re up,” I announced. He ripped the paper off like an eager child. He gasped. He was speechless.

“You guys got me a guitar?” He pulled the acoustic instrument from the wrapping. I looked at Sam feeling just as shocked as Dean looked.

Sam simply smiled and said, “Well, are you gonna play it, or should I just return it?” Dean stood up and embraced his brother in the biggest bear hug I had ever seen. “Thank you,” he whispered.

The rest of the day stayed peaceful. We all watched classic Christmas movies while Dean looked up chords and songs on YouTube. We all talked about favorite memories and laughed when I noticed Castiel’s face on the angel. We baked some cookies and had a sit-down dinner together, everyone refusing to wear the Christmas hat but me. After dinner we sat by the tree again and listened to what Dean had been working on all day. He performed Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd. We were all put in a trance. He was amazing. After that, we all just watched the glow of the tree in silence. Nothing needed to be said. Everyone was thinking the same thing. We sat there taking in the day where we were not monster hunters, not leading crazy, screwed up lives, not afraid that tomorrow will be our last. We all just sat there enjoying the company of the people we loved.

I leaned my head on Sam’s shoulder. “Merry Christmas, you guys.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

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