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mspufflehuff · 3 years

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Maybe Kids Aren’t So Bad

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x plus size!reader

Summary: Y/N and Bucky have been dancing around their feelings for a while now. They decide to get out of the tower and go to the store. They happen to pass by some kids who are fans of the avengers.

Word Count: 2.3k words

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, torture, nightmares, and lots of fluff.

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Author’s Note: I saw lots of people liked my first fanfic! Soon after I saw people liked the first one, I started writing this one. I hope you all enjoy it because I sure did. Have a great day everyone who reads this! (gif below is not mine!!)

"Does someone wanna go with me to go grocery shopping?" you asked the others in the tower as you stood behind the island. Everyone had been awake for about 15 minutes and almost all of them were eating in the kitchen. A few of them didn't hear you as you didn't say it very loudly. Tony told you he had things to do, just like him. Thor and Natasha said they had to train today and go to a mission briefing. Steve apologized and told you he had to finish and turn in the report for the mission he got back from yesterday.

Soon Bucky walked into the kitchen. He looked like he hadn't been sleeping, which you knew very well since you could hear him at night through the walls. You wanted to comfort him but you were nervous since you didn't know him all that well to begin with. He had arrived at the tower a few months ago and was very quiet with everyone except Steve.

You couldn't deny that he was an attractive man. You also had a soft spot for him since you knew what it was like to be alone and scared in some type of lab that kept you against your will. You had been abducted when you were a teen and had been taken to some type of scary lab where you were injected with chemicals. The scientist had given you powers that allowed you to control the plants around you. You could harness energy from them and control them by will.

You could understand Bucky's nightmares and feel the pain in the sound of his screams at night. You used to have those same screams and nightmares but learned to keep them from keeping you up at night. You had started meditating, talking to people, training to release all your anger, finding hobbies that distracted you, and even simple things such as writing it down to then burn the paper you wrote it on.

You watched as he sat down at one of the island chairs. Most of the avengers had already left the room by the time he sat down. You looked at him and gave him a soft smile. "Morning, Bucky. Would you like some coffee?" you asked him in a soft voice, watching his ocean blue eyes move across your form. "Yes, please…" he replied in a tired but sweet voice. You grabbed the mug he used most of the time and filled it with coffee. He watched how you got everything right about his coffee, down to how much he would naturally fill it.

He was surprised and yet amazed you paid that much attention to him. "Here you go." You handed Bucky his coffee, and he grabbed it with his right hand, gently grazing your fingers as he held the handle. He watched your eyes when your hands grazed. He thought he saw something there sparkling in your eyes but wasn't sure as you turned away to get him something to eat. You turned to grab him something to eat as well as to hide your light blush from your fingers grazing.

You took another minute to turn back around so the blush could cool from your cheeks. Handing him a protein bar, you picked up the cup of tea you had made yourself earlier. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to get out of the tower and go to the grocery store with me?" Bucky looked into your eyes as he thought about if he was up for it. He had to think not because it was you, but because he was scared of people seeing him and running. He hardly left the tower unless it was for missions or on the off chance he needed clothes to wear.

"Sure, Y/N. I think that would be good. It's a nice day out, and we can hang out together as we don't normally hang out." He spoke with a soft smile on his lips, taking another drink from his coffee. You smiled happily and nodded towards him. "Alright then! It's a date! I'll let you eat, and I have to do a few things before we go out. I'll meet you in the lobby around 12?" you asked, walking towards the end of the island, making your way to the hallway. "It's a date.' Bucky agreed and smiled back, watching you walk off.

~Time Skip~

It had been about an hour since Y/N and Bucky said they would meet up in the lobby for their 'date'. You had been nervously pacing around your room after you heard the word date fell off of Bucky's lips. You didn't know what to do or wear. Well, you had an idea of what you would wear, but would it make you weird? Finally, you decided on a cute sundress since it was sunny and warm outside. You fixed your hair, put on light makeup (or no makeup if you don't wear any), and picked out your comfy pair of vans. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you let out a sigh and thought you were trying too hard to look cute for Bucky. "Why am I dressing like we are actually going on a date?" You asked yourself aloud and towards the mirror.

You grabbed your phone and looked at the time, grabbing your small purse while walking out the door. Making your way to the elevator, Bucky stepped out of his room in a pair of comfy clothes. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with some light blue jeans. He tried to look nice like you did. He had brushed his hair back some and looked relaxed. He soon noticed you and gave you a smile, the one that usually melts you into a puddle.

"Oh hey, Doll… Wow You look so pretty…" he tells you softly as you walk up towards him. "You look pretty handsome yourself." you replied, shyly smiling as you both walked towards the elevator. "I have a list on my phone of what we need to get for everyone. I was also thinking of cooking and baking tonight for everyone." you told Bucky as you turned on your phone. "What were you planning on cooking?" he asked, pressing the button for the lobby.

"Hmm… I don't know just yet. I was thinking of making something called Beef Tripe soup. It's a famous dish in Romania, and I've always wanted to travel to Romania, or well anywhere that isn't here in the United States." You rambled a little as you rode the elevator with Bucky. "Sorry... I love to cook and bake. I grew up baking and cooking with my mom before I was kidnapped." You smiled as you reminisced about your memories with your mother. "Doll, it's ok. You can ramble to me. I enjoy hearing from you talking about food and different recipes." He then took in the last sentence that you were kidnapped. Steve had briefly mentioned you had been kidnapped but never went any further than that. "If you don't mind me asking, how were you kidnapped?" He was curious but didn't want to bring up any painful memories the kidnapping had created for you.

"Well, I was at home and working on homework for school, boring, I know." You chuckled and thought back to it. "I remember sitting at my desk and having my earbuds in. I realized it was around maybe 10 pm, and I was hungry for a small snack. So, I went downstairs with my earbuds still in my ears. As I made my way to the kitchen, I felt someone or something looking at me. I turned around to see a guy in all black. He ran towards me before I could scream for help. He knocked me out and took me to this disgusting lab, had me strapped on an old medical operating table."

Bucky listened to you, pissed beyond belief that someone kidnapped a random girl from her house. Let alone the fact that you were only a teenager when you got kidnapped, which made his blood boil. You continued, not noticing Bucky's face. "For years, he would test on me, come up with new experiments and chemicals to put into my body. Finally, one day after he said he found 'the perfect formula,' he tested it on me. After hours of being in excruciating pain, I found out that I could control plants… There was a weed growing in front of the small window he kept in his lab. It was the only window that had access to sunlight. I remember him beating me, and as I was begging him to stop, the plant grew larger as if it felt my pain and came to help me."

"It kept growing as he kept beating me into submission so he could test more chemicals on me. After what felt like an hour of beating me up, the plant managed to become this massive accumulation of weeds, flowers, leaves, and any other plant material it could find. It made its way to the man and wrapped around him, pulling him away from me. The plants started strangling him. He eventually lost consciousness and once the plant realized he was passed out, it started wilting slowly and soon died. You could say my pain was what caused the plants to save me."

Bucky was watching you in awe, though he seemed upset (at the man, never you) at your story. "Wow, Doll… I can't believe that happened to you. I'm so sorry." he told you, and you gently took his metal arm and held his hand, smiling softly up at him. "Thank you, Buck. I really appreciate it. It took some time to get over it and the pain of the nightmares, but I'm stronger than I used to be because of it." You let go of his hand when the elevator dinged to let you know you made it to the lobby.

You both walked out of the elevator and to the grocery store that was around the block. You walked in casual silence and grabbed a shopping cart once you entered the small store. Bucky helped you get everything on the list and a few ton of other things you didn't really need but was requested by the other avengers. After what felt like a long time, you and Bucky finally finished shopping and headed towards the checkout section.

As you and Bucky made your way over to the checkout section, you both heard soft gasps from behind you. You both then heard whispering that sounded like it belonged to some children. "Is that really him, Charlie?!" "It has to be Dante!!" Soon, the sound of running could be heard coming from behind you and Bucky. You looked towards Bucky to see if he heard it as well. He had. As you both turned around, you saw two young kids that looked to be around 6 or 7, running towards you both.

The two kids, Charlie and Dante, you assumed, stopped in front of you. They look up with awe on their faces at you and Bucky. "Mr. Winter Soldier??" The little boy asks Bucky with a bright smile on his face. "Uh.. yes?" he asks as he moves to stand on one knee before the little boy. "Can I have your autograph?? Please, Mr. Winter Soldier! You're my favorite superhero!!" Bucky was taken back at the boy's words. "O-oh sure!" He was excited that a young child wanted his autograph after everything he's done as the winter soldier. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing Dante a note before signing it.

Bucky handed Dante the note with a smile. Immediately after he gave Dante the signed paper, Dante gave Bucky a big hug. "Thank you so much, Mr. Winter Soldier!!" Dante told him happily and ran over to his mom. Charlie was talking with Y/N the whole time Bucky was with Dante. "Ms. Y/L/N?" She shyly asked you while tugging on your dress lightly. "Yes, hun?" you asked with a smile and moved down to her eye level. "Are you Mr. Winter Soldier's girlfriend?" You blushed dark, and your eyes widened at Charlie's words.

"Uh… well, that's a complicated sweetheart. Maybe one day." you tell Charlie, and she smiles brightly and squeals, running off to her mom and brother. Bucky, thankfully, didn't hear you tell Charlie you hoped to be his girlfriend one day. After you talked with the kids, you paid for all your groceries and walked back to the tower.

"Hey, Doll?" Bucky asked, looking at you as you walked beside each other on the street. "Yes, Bucky?" you replied, glancing at him before turning your head to look in front of you. "What did that little girl ask you? I heard her say something, but I couldn't make it out." he asked you curiously, having wondered since they left the grocery store a few minutes ago. "Oh yeah. She did ask me something.." you said softly as you kept walking, not telling him as you were scared he wouldn't like you back.

"Y/N, was it something bad? Something that made you think of past memories?" He stopped you in the middle of the sidewalk, gently grabbed your hand. "No, no, Bucky, I promise! It's just… embarrassing…" He tilted his head like a confused puppy looking at you. You took a minute before you let out a sigh. "She asked me… if I was your girlfriend." You looked away for a second before looking back at him.

"Oh... " he mumbled out softly and looked away from your gaze. You were scared that he would reject you, but you had no time to react as he said, "Well, would you like to be?" Your eyes widened, and you blinked a few times. It took you a minute to come back with a response. You soon found yourself smirking, asking him, "Why don't you take me on a date first, Barnes?" You took your hand out of his and walked into the Avengers tower, feeling confident in yourself. As you left Bucky on the sidewalk to walk into the tower, you heard an excited Barnes exclaim, "Finally!" You giggled as you continued into the tower.

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hamiltonimagines · 4 years

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The Next Celebrity Power Couple

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Request: “I think it would be cute if there was a Lin X reader where the reader is a celebrity and they meet each other for the first time being each other's celebrity crush. If any of that make sense. It would be even cuter if it were a soulmate AU where the first thing your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your arm and they said "oh my God you're (insert name here)" at the same time. Sorry I get carried away sometimes love your writing.” - @andreasworlsboring101

Word Count: 900ish

“Oh come on coffee maker, I had to leave ten minutes ago” I mumbled to myself. I was currently late for breakfast with my parents. I desperately needed caffeine, but today was the day that my coffee maker decided to stop working.

I lightly tapped the sides of the machine, as though I was rushing it. “Oh whatever, I’ll grab coffee on the way” I said, as I grabbed my phone and ran out the door.

I pulled up to the coffee shop and opted for the drive through. Not to sound full of myself, but I was considered a semi-famous actress, so I didn’t want to go in and possibly get recognized. That would make me much later to my breakfast plans.

I pulled up to the drive through and saw that the drive through was closed for construction. “You have to be kidding me” I groaned. I quickly pulled into a parking spot and ran inside.

Luckily, the line was super short. I ordered my coffee and waited for a few minutes. They eventually handed me my drink. I walked over to the station with all the napkins and such.

I grabbed a few napkins, just in case I made a mess. Then I turned around to leave and I saw the one and only Lin-Manuel Miranda ordering coffee.

I had only had the biggest celebrity crush on him for like ever. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. It felt like a cruel joke. I was confident that it wasn’t him, and I would get my hopes up and it would only add the the list of bad things that happened this morning.

Then he turned around after ordering and I knew. It was definitely him.

He froze in front of me and we made eye contact. He had caught me staring, what do I do now?

“Oh my god, you’re Lin-Manuel Miranda” I said, still completely in awe. Then I felt a slight tingling feeling in my arm. I looked down and saw the words “Oh my god, you’re Y/N” written on my arm.

When you met your soulmate, the first thing they said to you appeared like a tattoo on your skin.

I saw Lin staring at his own arm, and I saw the words I had just spoken. “Oh...wow” I said, in shock. Not only did I just meet Lin, but he was my soulmate.

“I can’t believe this, I’ve had a crush on you for years. You’re kind of my celebrity crush” Lin said, with a huge grin on his face. Then he froze again, “I should not of said that out loud” he said, embarrassed.

“Just be glad that wasn’t the first thing you said to me, then it’d be written on my skin forever” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“So...soulmates, huh?” Lin said, as though he didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t blame him, I was at a loss for words as well.

“Yeah I guess that’s what this means” I said, gesturing towards my tattoo. Then I remembered the breakfast that I was rushing to. “Crap, I’m late” I said, checking my watch.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of kept you waiting” he apologized. “No it’s fine, it’s not your fault! Actually, you could come with me if you want. I’m having breakfast with my parents, and it’s a perfect time to introduce them to my soulmate. If you want to go” I suggested.

“That sounds really great” he said, smiling. “Well then, let’s go” I said, happily. We walked to my car that was right outside and then got in.

“So how long have you had a crush on me?” I asked, teasing him. “Since I saw you in that movie that was set in the 60’s” he said, sheepishly. “That was years ago” I exclaimed.

“I told you that it had been for a while” he said, defending himself. “Well don’t feel too bad, I’ve had a crush on you too” I told him. He quickly turned his head to look at me. “You’re kidding, why didn’t you say that earlier? There would be a lot less pressure if I knew I had already made you fall for me” he said, jokingly.

“Well maybe I wanted to see how you handled pressure, let me tell you, it’s not good” I said, giggling. “Well, you make me a little nervous” he said. “Really?” I asked him. “Once again, I shouldn’t of said that out loud” he said, chuckling.

“No, you shouldn’t have. I’ll definitely use that against you in the future” I told him, honestly. “Well at least we have a future, that’s crazy to think about. We’re actually soulmates, this feels like a dream to me” he told me.

“Me too, I never thought I’d meet my soulmate. Let alone that it would be you, of all people” I said.

We pulled up to the restaurant and walked inside. “Oh they’re over there” I said, leading Lin to the table I saw my parents at.

“Hi mom and dad, this is Lin” I said introducing them. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. Are you a friend of Y/N’s?” My mom asked.

“Actually he’s my soulmate mom, we found out this morning. So I thought I would bring him” I told her.

“Oh well congratulations you two” my dad said, smiling. We sat down and enjoyed a very memorable breakfast with my parents.

After the news broke that Lin and I were soulmates, we had been nicknamed The Next Celebrity Power Couple.

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xcamay · 4 years

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Recruiting Chloe.

Hey there! I can’t believe it’s been years since I last published a fanfic on tumblr. And it’s been months since I last finished one... woo! It kind of feels great and rewarding though hehe. However, this is my first time writing a Choices fanfic, so I do hope it’ll be okay... Here goes nothing! Book: Queen B Pairings: Chloe x Veronica, and a little bit of Zoey x MC (Kate). Yes, I know many people don’t ship Chloe and Veronica, because “Veronica deserves better” and “Chloe’s an airhead and a meanie”, but I’m holding onto the fact that there’s more to Chloe than what we know... Warning: not entirely canon-compliant (seeing as I haven’t played since chapter 6 aired... I apologize if it sounds inaccurate sometimes). Also! This takes place after Veronica joined MC’s posse. And let’s forget about the Bacon-alia, okay? AO3 link ________________________________________________________________ “8:12 AM,” Kate slides her phone in her pocket and yawns, stretching her arms above her head, “Congratulations Zo, you got me out of bed early on a Wednesday. You know, the day we don’t have class in the morning.”

“Oh come on, I already apologized. But I really was craving some croissants this morning and I wanted you to try them,” Zoey smiles as she bites into her pastry, humming.

The two young women continue to stroll down the street at a relaxed pace, eating their respective croissant, joking around and sharing knowing smiles and glances. They stop next to a trash can, throwing the small bags while Zoey finishes her croissant, pinky finger raised.

“So? Verdict?” she offers Kate a wide smile, an eyebrow arched.

“Okay, you were right – they’re worth the awful alarm clock. Maybe we should get some more often. It’d be like our moment,” Kate grins as she steps closer, making Zoey grin back.

“Don’t we have enough moments already? You know, as roommates.”

“Is it really enough?”

“Do you think it is?”

“Do you?”

“Oh my god, Kate. Shut up and kiss me.”

“Your wish is my command, milady.”

They both smile before their lips tenderly meet for a few delightful seconds.

“Hey Zo,” Kate murmurs against her lips, “Let’s go back to our room.”

Zoey pecks her best friend’s lips one last time and nods, smiling. As they resume their walk, Kate slips her hand into Zoey’s.

“Wait a minute,” the new girl suddenly speaks, stopping in her tracks and squinting, “Is that Chloe over there?”

“Where?”

“There. Inside the coffee shop.��

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Zoey blinks, “Wow. She… she looks so sad.”

“I wonder what happened… Oh well. She probably had another fight with Satan.”

“Not really, no.”

Kate jumps the moment she hears a new, additional voice next to her, “Holy shit! Veronica! Where did you come from?”

The famous beauty influencer rolls her eyes, her lips slightly tugging upward, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

However, her light smile vanishes as she looks at her blonde-haired friend inside the coffee shop. She seems to be tormented, her brows furrowed and her gaze fixed on the table.

“This is supposed to be our moment,” Veronica sighs, an unexpected veil of sadness crossing her eyes.

Kate and Zoey glance at each other.

“What do you mean, your moment?”

“Chloe and I come here every week, on Wednesday mornings precisely because we don’t have class before 10. It’s just the two of us, for breakfast. No Poppy, no The T, no homework, no livestream… except if it gets interesting, of course,” Veronica smiles a little, but it promptly fades away, “There’s nothing else, no one else. Just Chloe and me. It’s our moment,” she pauses a second, then winces, “Or well… I guess it used to be our moment. We’re… not really talking to each other anymore, so well.”

Kate taps her chin several times, “I think it can still be your moment. Nothing’s here to stop you. Except if you don’t want it, of course.”

“No way. I still want it to be our moment.”

“I feel like there’s more to the story than what you’re telling us,” Zoey hums, barely trying to hide her curiosity, “Veronica, do you… uh…”

The two roommates share a glance, hesitating. Should they really ask something as private as that? As they ponder the answer to that question, Veronica beats them to it.

“Do I have romantic feelings for Chloe?”

They nod, and the ombré-haired girl sharply breathes in.

“I do.”

“Then go! Go get your girl!” Kate exclaims, almost bouncing on her feet like a child who was promised an ice cream.

Veronica raises her eyebrows, “You just want me to recruit her for you.”

“Of course not,” the new girl answers, at the same time as Zoey bluntly says, “Yes.”

“Zoey!”

The latter’s eyes widen and she immediately corrects herself, “No, of course not!”

The influencer rolls her eyes, prompting Kate to look sheepish as she scratches the inside of her elbow.

“One of you is at least being honest.”

“Alright… yes. And why not, anyway? With what we now know and with you helping us, I think it’s better if we get Chloe on our side. And I think she will be more willing to listen to you than us. It’s better if you recruit her yourself. But! We kind of want you two to be reunited too, you know?”

“Let’s kill two birds with one stone,” Zoey adds, serious, “Recruit her. But, most importantly, get your girlfriend back. Shoo, go.” ________________________________________________________________ As soon as she steps into the coffee shop, Veronica makes a beeline for the booth she usually occupies with Chloe on every Wednesday morning. However, she feels her heart break at the sight: Chloe is sitting there, alone, staring into space. It seems like she has barely sipped her hibiscus tea – two or three swallows at the most.

“Hey there.”

The unexpected voice startles Chloe, whose eyes widen when she realizes who is standing right next to her. Her heart rate instantly skyrockets.

“V-Veronica! You… Wh-what are you-”

“Is this seat taken?”

“N-no. But… I-I’m sorry but I have somewhere to be,” Chloe says as she abruptly stands, bumping into the table and almost knocking her white mug over.

“No you don’t,” Veronica hastily says, stopping the girl in her tracks. She lightly bites her lip, before adding in a whisper, “Chlo, please… Stay with me?”

“I-” Chloe gulps, eyes darting everywhere.

She looks conflicted, distressed – so much that it hurts Veronica inside – but eventually sits down again, fiddling with her fingers. She looks at everything, everyone but the beauty influencer sitting across from her.

“So,” Veronica clears her throat, trying to get Chloe’s attention, “We need to talk.”

“V, not now…”

“Then when? You’ve been avoiding me ever since you made up with Poppy. We haven’t even been able to spend some quality time together. We don’t laze around on the couch anymore, we also stopped doing our makeup together. You… you’re not coming to my room anymore. Look, we haven’t even had our Wednesday breakfast in weeks now.”

“You don’t understand!” Chloe seems alarmed for a second, but then she lowers her gaze, her light blue eyes reflecting a sorrow she is desperately trying to hide, “I… I-I can’t be seen talking to you…”

“Chlo, look at me.”

But Chloe weakly shakes her head, nibbling her lips, while Veronica resists the urge to grab her hand.

“Chloe.”

…

“Chloe St. James.”

This time, the girl looks up, albeit hesitantly.

“She won’t do anything to you. I promise.”

“She can-”

“Believe me, she better not.”

At this, a light (but pleased) smile graces Chloe’s features, which makes Veronica grin back. The moment only lasts a few seconds though, Chloe’s smile disappearing as she drinks a mouthful of her red-colored tea. The influencer clears her throat and places her hands on the table.

She wants to hold Chloe’s so bad.

“Chlo-”

“Sorry you had to wait,” a voice suddenly interrupts her – it’s the waiter who always serves them. They offer Veronica a welcoming smile, “The usual?”

“Uh, no, thank you,” then she hastily adds, an idea crossing her mind, “Just your best lava cake, please.”

At this, Chloe blinks, but keeps her mouth closed.

“Right away!”

And they leave. Veronica’s eyes land once again on her dearest friend, warmth, affection and worry dancing in them.

“I knew something was up. The moment you left me on read and started avoiding me, I knew something happened,” she sighs, “And surprise, surprise. Poppy’s the one behind all that, right?”

Chloe doesn’t answer – but her silence is enough.

“Chlo, she- she doesn’t have to control your life like that. You should be the one making decisions for yourself. You do whatever you want to do with whoever you want to.”

“I-”

“So what if you want to befriend Kate and Zoey? Or what if you want to spend time with me, the ‘traitorous cow’? She has no right to dictate your life.”

Chloe bites her lower lip, “V-”

“Chlo, you’re… you’re your own person. You’re not Poppy’s little lapdog-”

“I’m her second-in-command!”

“No, you’re- ah. Thank you.”

Veronica lets the waiter put the plate and the spoon on the table, before they leave. However, she doesn’t touch it, yet, capturing her friend’s attention once again.

“Chloe, no, you’re not her second-in-command. You’re the main pawn in her game, that’s all,” the blonde-haired girl lowers her gaze, pain twisting her features, and Veronica reaches for her – to no avail as Chloe’s hand immediately moves back, “Chlo…” she softly says, “You… do realize that, right? You know that ranking first is more important to Poppy than… you?”

“But she’s…” Chloe grabs her mug, seeking some support. Her knuckles quickly turn white before her shoulders sag, heavy, “She’s my best friend…”

“No, she’s not. Okay, she’s the first person who reached out to you here, I’ll give you that. But a best friend? Seriously? A girl who’s too blinded by her crown and who even goes as far as plotting revenge on you just because you ranked first for, what, a few hours? Do you really call that friendship? Is she really your best friend?”

Chloe bites her lips while sliding a shaky hand in her hair, the other still gripping tightly the mug’s handle.

“Chlo… You’re… you’re so much more than what she reduces you to.”

The blonde gulps with difficulty. She looks torn between so many things – what Poppy, her best friend, expects of her, their seemingly one-way deep friendship, her own needs and desires, the pressure which comes with her reputation at Belvoire, the dear friend she fell in love with…

“You deserve so much more.”

Veronica tentatively brushes Chloe’s fingertips with hers, her warm brown eyes never leaving her face, gauging her reaction. A tremor runs through Chloe, forcing her hand to let go of the mug and move back.

“Chlo…”

The beauty influencer can hear her heart suffocate, ready to crack. She is about to retract her own hand when she feels the tiniest, most hesitant caress on her fingers. Chloe looks at everything but Veronica, a light frown appearing on her face while her lips quiver, indicators of her internal, bone-crushing conflict.

“I-” Chloe starts, her voice clogged with guilt and sadness.

She draws in a deep, shaky breath and, finally, looks up when Veronica’s fingers interlace with hers. Her vision blurs as she holds back her tears.

“I miss you. I miss you so much.”

Veronica’s heart skips a beat, and she breathes back, “I miss you too.”

The grip around their intertwined fingers tightens, as if they are scared of letting the other go and losing her for good this time. Chloe’s first tears start rolling down her cheeks the moment their eyes meet, which prompts Veronica to immediately stand and sit on the booth seat next to her. She wraps an arm around her shoulders while the blonde-haired girl covers her face with her hands, sobbing quietly.

“Hey, hey,” Veronica whispers as she closes her eyes and presses her forehead against Chloe’s temple, heart painfully squeezing, “I’m so sorry I made you cry, Chlo… But you have to face the truth. It’s- it’s better if you do.”

“But it hurts…”

“I know… I know. The truth always hurts.”

Chloe shakily sniffs while slowly unveiling her face, trying to wipe all her tears away. She ends up smearing mascara under her eyes and removing her concealer. She looks so tired. Drained. Veronica’s brown eyes soften as she reaches for her purse and quickly pulls out a cotton pad and a vial filled with transparent liquid.

“My hero,” Chloe gives a weak smile, her light blue eyes still shining with tears, “I’m such a mess.”

“No,” Veronica gently dabs the damp pad under Chloe’s eyes, “You’re perfect.”

“V…”

Chloe’s body start shaking again from the tears she is desperately trying to hold back. No one has ever said things like that to her, not even Poppy, her supposed best friend. She could have, so many times – when they were getting dressed for a party together, for example.

You look nice in that dress.

This skirt’s color looks good on you.

Just… a compliment. Some recognition. A little something which would have made her feel like she was somewhat important, like she was worth it. But no. No one has ever said something nice to her. No one… except Veronica. But with Veronica… it only happened when they were in bed together.

You’re beautiful Chlo, she said the first time she undressed Chloe, making her blush.

You were awesome, she murmured once in the shower, pulling Chloe up and kissing her like she was the only one for her.

Chlo, you’re gorgeous, she groaned the day Chloe straddled her, their breathless moans mingling together in a sweet, loving melody.

You know what? I feel so lucky right now, she smiled when Chloe took her time removing her dress, slowly revealing her new red lacy lingerie.

I want you. And only you, she breathed in the crook of Chloe’s neck the day they had their most agonizing fight, kissing every inch of her jaw, throat and collarbone.

I love you, she cried out once, delirious, intoxicated by the friction, the caresses, the kisses they shared during their most passionate night. Chloe’s heart had never beaten as fast as it did that night.

Of course, all these times mean a lot to Chloe. She fell in love with her friend, after all. But right now, at the coffee shop, it means the world to her.

Veronica gently cups her face and brushes her thumbs on her skin, wiping away some tears. A tingling sensation dances in the influencer’s wrists the moment Chloe curls her fingers around them. Their eyes meet for a second and, when the blonde offers a weak smile, Veronica leans in, tenderly capturing Chloe’s lips. Something bursts in their chests, akin to fireworks, while their mouths slide together perfectly, in harmony. Once, twice. Chloe brings their bodies closer, arms wrapped around her lover’s neck, and the latter smiles, her hands landing on Chloe’s hips, right where they belong. Their lips meet again for the third time, impatient.

When they break the kiss, they press their foreheads together, the tip of their noses brushing.

“Babe, I promise it’ll be okay…” Veronica whispers as she strokes Chloe’s soft blonde locks, looping one behind her ear.

A soft, muffled laugh escapes Chloe’s lips as more tears roll down her cheeks, “You know, I really like it when you call me babe.”

Veronica chuckles and kisses Chloe one more time.

… Okay, three more times.

“Feeling better?”

“A little,” the blonde sniffs, hastily wiping some tears away, “I’m still scared though. What am I supposed to tell Poppy?”

“Nothing. Just… forget about her. We’ll deal with her later,” Veronica pecks the tip of her secret lover’s nose, “Just know that you’re not alone anymore, okay? We’re in this together,” and another peck – on the lips this time, “Babe.”

Chloe’s cute little laugh warms Veronica’s heart. She doesn’t look as downcast as earlier; she even looks relieved, like a huge weight has been taken off her mind, and her smile is more sincere, more instinctive. She looks more like herself – like the girl Veronica fell in love with.

“Now, I believe there’s a lava cake waiting for us before class starts. What do you say?”

Chloe snuggles against Veronica, burying her face in the crook of her neck, “Sounds perfect.” ________________________________________________________________ Meanwhile, outside the coffee shop, two girls give each other a high five, squealing in delight. ________________________________________________________________ Aaaaah I’m super nervous. :’3 But well, I do hope you guys liked that fic!

Thanks for reading and please, take care of yourself and your loved ones! See you. ♥

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hardforbenhardy · 4 years

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somebody to love | rogerxreader

summary: roger fucking taylor. the boy in your biology class. the boy you’ve had a crush on for years. the boy who doesn’t know you exist. has recognised your existence.

warnings: swearing, drinking, references to sex and stripping

word count: 4.0k

the first chapter of my upcoming fanfic! i’ve been working on this for a while, and it’s still not finished so i’m not sure how often i’ll update, but i’m planning on having a taglist for it so if people do like it, they can be alerted of when it comes out (if you want to be added, just pm me or send in a request!) i’m immensely proud of it and i think it’s some of my best writing - a lot of research went into it so i’m happy with the outcome so far and i hope you will be too. enjoy!! :)

There truly was no worse day than a Saturday.

I know, I know - but Saturday's are the best! There's no school, no work, you can sit around and chill all day, or go out clubbing with all your friends; maybe even pull a dude or two...

That may be the case for every single other person in the world, disincluding you. You see, your life is a little different to the usual person. Most people do spend their weekends sitting around, or going out with their friends, pulling girls and guys every night. You, on the other hand, spend it studying and working. You can safely say that taking a BSc in Biology at North East London Polytechnic was maybe the biggest mistake of your life yet. Don't get yourself wrong, you am good at it. In fact, you’re top of my class - you just struggle to balance all the studying with your job and family life.

Hence why you are sat at your dinner table, surrounded by a sea of glossy biology textbooks which contain much more information than your brain is willing to retain at this point. The words had began twisting in your eyes, no longer forming sentences but rather just squiggles on a page. Your pretty sure you have read the same page 3 times in the past hour, all information going through one ear and straight out the other. What the fuck was a bacteriophage? Or what about it being icosahedral or filamentous? And what was the difference between the lytic stage and the lysogenic stage? At this point, those weren't even words. Okay, so maybe you have been sitting here since 11 this morning, it now being 7 in the evening, but this was your standard Saturday. Having work every weekday in the evenings - 7:30pm until 3:00am - with your classes then starting as early as 9:00 on certain days, you didn't exactly have enough time to study on weekdays. Sleep was practically nonexistent for you by now, you were lucky to even get in 4 hours a night. Unfortunately for you, work also existed on Saturdays. You are probably thinking why don't you study on Sundays? Well, because Sundays were family days - you’d have to travel 3 hours to see your Ma and Pa, who would tell you how proud they were of you, doing a BSc in a subject that would get you far, and having a solid job that brought income for the whole family. Granted, they had absolutely no idea what your job actually was - and it isn't something they will ever know - but you don't really have a choice. You need to pay for your accommodation somehow, and contribute to the families bills after your father got fired from his job and went into severe debt. Therefore, it was a job you resorted to. In fact, you have work in 30 minutes, and here you are - trying to cram in a chapter's worth of course content for a test you had on Monday, surviving on nothing but coffee and energy bars.

You felt your arms begin to weaken under the weight of your head as you placed it into your palms, your eyes beginning to flutter shut as you gradually dozed off, the lack of sleep taking it's revenge. It wasn't until the loud, boisterous voice of your roommate interrupted the silence.

"Y/N, darling, have you seen my- Oh, love, what on earth is this disaster?" He cringed, sitting opposite you on the table, as you frantically sifted through the mound of worksheets for one in particular. "Look, darling, you need to sort this out. You look like you've been dragged through the bushes and back - you have work in 26 minutes and you are not even dressed!"

"Wow, thanks Freddie. Look, I don't really have a choice - if I don't have this topic nailed, I may just fail my exam, and then what? My life rides on this Fred, and I'm completely and utterly fucked if I fail." you wearily ranted, a yawn escaping your lips, which certainly didn't go unnoticed by Fred, as he placed a fresh mug of coffee in front of you - unbeknownst it was your fourth one tonight.

"Y/N, don't be so dramatic - there is only room in this flat for one hysterical queen, and I'm afraid I took that role many years ago. There is absolutely no way that you, Y/N M/N L/N, could ever fail a biology exam - you are the top of your class, and as much as you deny it, you know this content like the back of your hand. Look, I'll prove it - what is a bacteriophage, and what are the three possible shapes?"

"It's a virus which can infect and kill bacteria - the capsid of a bacteriophage can be icosahedral, filamentous, or head-tail in shape." The words simply rolled off your tongue, as you kept my focus on the textbook in front of you.

"Told you so, bet you were questioning in your head just 5 minutes ago what the fuck a bacteriophage is, and all that other shit you just said. I know you like the back of my hand, darling - you underestimate yourself far too much. Now put the fucking books away and get ready for work!" He nagged, taking a long sip of the glass of champagne he had acquired out of nowhere - typical Freddie. You didn't even respond, just simply rolled your eyes before rising to your feet to head upstairs. Freddie knew how much you hated your job, it was not exactly one praised by society. You’re what people would call an exotic dancer - or more commonly known as a stripper. It wasn't an occupation you asked for, it was rather one that was simply opened at a rather opportune moment for you. You can safely say yoinwill be taking the chance to quit as soon as you get your degree and can move on, but you’re stuck with it for the time being. You hate it on multiple levels - the feeling of having multiple older men's gaze set on your body, as if you were some kind of object, their minds wandering to all the things they could do to you if given the chance - it wasn't exactly a nice feeling. It is truly disgusting the amount of times you have been called a whore, slut, slag, floozie, tart, or prostitute - the list is ultimately endless at this point. What is even funnier is that it tends to be these same people who then turn up to your showings later on in the evening, indulging in your performance like every other male in the club. To make it worse, people often tell you you’re lucky to have guy's attention all the time - as if you should be proud of the fact that you have a body and face admirable by men. You always thought that was complete and utter bullshit - why the fuck should a guys validation make youbody and face suddenly attractive? Thankfully, most of the men who came to the club tended to be a little older than yourself - meaning there was never any guys from the university, or even better your class, who would come by. The only person who actually knows your truth is Freddie - who even though he did disapprove of it, would always try to cheer you up and make you feel more confident about it. You see, Freddie is extremely overprotective of you, he treats you like his little sister - he always wants you out of harm's way, always makes sure you were eating and getting at least 5 hours of sleep each night, always lends you money in your most desperate times of need, and opened his home to you the night you met him. It's funny actually - you remember that night so extremely vividly. He had come along to one of your performances, and ended up bumping into you backstage - you engaged in a conversation which lasted nearly the whole night, and before you knew it, it was 2am. He asked to walk you home, to which you simply had to reply with the fact you didn't have one and you were just planning on crashing on the couch in your dressing room. Of course, Freddie being Freddie invited you back to stay with him - any other person would be immediately cautious of the request, but at this point you had nothing to lose. And here you are, a month later and you were now living with him. He was basically the best roommate you could ask for.

The club is like a second home, or house - you wouldn't consider it very homely. Although the case was rare, if there was ever a point you couldn't stay at Freddie's, they allow you to sleep on the couch in the dressing room. Thankfully, your colleagues and the manager are all extremely nice people, it is more the visitors who get on your nerves and made you sick to the stomach. Basically a majority of the other girls you work with are in the same position than you; they are either college students just trying to pay off debt, or teenage mothers whose boyfriends left them after finding out they were pregnant who were trying to finance their child - everyone had their own individual story but in a way, you were all similar. Like you said, it is a second home to you, so when you stepped inside for the 6th time this week, it felt no different. The strong smell of booze and drugs no longer hit you like a brick, but rather became a second nature to your brain. The booming music, blaring at top volume from speakers which were scattered in nearly every crevice of the room, had become the norm for your eardrums - which realistically is bad for your health, but you didn’t think that's the thing that'll kill you at this point. The masses of men crowded around tables no longer made your stomach churn, now it just became the same old same old. You weren’t actually on stage until 8:00 tonight, so you don't know why they had you in half an hour early - you had already finished your makeup and got dressed. You leant against the bar, downing the first of what would be many complimentary drinks you would receive over the night - as much as you hated the job, it did have it's benefits. Free booze was probably the best thing to come out of it, when men would buy you drinks in hopes of getting you in their bed - all of them being nearly twice your age, they were never successful, but it was fun to watch 'em try. They would often strike up a conversation with you, the topic of which was always him, meaning you’d stand there responding with simple nods and the occasional burst of laughter - your mind in a completely different world of its own, usually a world of worry and anxiety of failing your exams.

"So, where is it you work? I could definitely see you working in an office or as a lawyer, I can imagine you would look very professional in a pantsuit, or even on the front cover of Vogue, you certainly have the body" The man, who had now situated himself beside you, practically purred. Was he seriously asking where you worked? What an imbecile. The whole ordeal is making you sick to your stomach, earning an eye roll in an instant - though you thought you’d play along to see where exactly he was going to go with this.

"Well, you wouldn't be interested in my life..." you laughed lightly, slowly and seductively inching closer to him. "But... I'm interested in yours. Tell me, where is it you're from, I love your accent."

"Oh, well I'm sure that isn't true, but I was actually born and bred in Italy - I moved here a few years ago, but thankfully I never lost the accent; it's a great tool for getting the girls in bed - especially the incredibly tempting ones such as yourself." He purred down your ear, you felt his breath on your neck and yourblood suddenly ran cold, as he placed his hand against the curve of your spine. Tempting?

You laughed under your breath in utter disbelief, your blood began to boil - how can someone be so small minded and narcissistic, yet spend their weeks in a strip club. "So you think I'm tempting?"

"Obviously, I mean you're super sexy and you really turn me on." He winked, and you stared at him incredulously.

"Well, you wanna know what I find incredibly tempting about you?" - he didn't speak, just simply nodded as he took a large gulp, as if he was intimidated by you. You moved closer, so that your hand was now placed against his inner thigh, and raised to your tiptoes - "There's just a deep pit burning in me, it's almost irresistible - just the thought of it is alone is so extremely enticing. I just have this immense desire to..." you whisper seductively in his ear, right as you ram your knee between his legs, making him cry out in a yell of pain and fall to his knees. " Do that." you grinned, before grasping the drink from the counter and gradually pouring it onto his head, the alcohol seeping through the thin material of his shirt, surely leaving him in a satisfying discomfort for the rest of the night, as if the hit to the balls wasn't enough. "And that"

"What the fuck? You fucking bitch!" He screamed, his voice going higher than you ever thought a man's voice could go, probably a side effect of his now undoubtedly swollen and painful misters.

You didn't respond, simply sashaying away as you raised my middle finger in his direction. You must say, after months of working in this club, you have practically become immune to the disease you like to call men. They just don't turn you on anymore. Don't get yourself wrong, not all men are like that - for example, Freddie is undoubtedly one of the sweetest human beings to walk this earth - but it seems like the men you’re surrounded by are basically parasites. Probably just a side effect of working in the hornets' nest, all kinds of trouble was stirred up in this building, it pretty much became the second (less sexual) form of entertainment for the customers. And you guess it's just your luck, because now it's your calltime. Your favourite time of the night - not. You entered the door, sighing a little. Come on, Y/N, you got this girl, just a little while longer and you can be back in the comfort of your bed. You always have to give yourself a little pep talk as you walk towards the door of what was, in a way, the gateway into Hell. That's if hell was a strip bar full of cheap and sleazy, lest we forget to mention mostly married men. All staring at you like food on a silver platter. It is quite frankly, disgusting. The walkway this week had silky, white curtains that the dancers usually appear through; as if to give the 'illusion' of us being 'angels appearing through the veil of the heavens'. You called bullshit on that one, that's also partly the reason your outfit was made up of a satin white robe, covering your lacy white lingerie. They also recently decided that the dancers should dust themselves with gold glitter before going onstage - thinking it might make you seem a little more angelic. Of course it doesn't, but you couldn’t lie - you looked incredible; the insubstantial underwear hugs your body in all the right places, yet still leaving little to the imagination; and the shimmer of gold across your chest only accentuating it more as the bright lights radiates your skin; your long locks flowing down your back, swinging with every step you took as you saunter onto the stage. Sudden cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd, the oh so familiar sound permeating the room with energy and excitement. The noise only increased as you little by little slid the satin piece down your shoulders to reveal the straps of the two-piece underneath, letting it slide down your body completely and pool around your feet on the floor. Usually, you would feel comfortable on stage, the fact you were borderlining nudity wouldn't phase youbone bit; but something felt different tonight. You have the same audience, the same form of outfit, same routine - but something feels strange, out of place, and you can't quite decipher it. You brush it off, knowing it's probably just nerves, and continue with your set - swaying around the stage, showing off your assets from every angle; and that's where you saw him.

Hidden in the corner of the room, he sat in a dimly lit spot making him barely visible thanks to the broken light which had been smashed a few days ago in a drunken bar fight. Perching forward in a lounge chair, he continually lifted the lit cigarette that was resting between his middle and index fingers towards his rosy lips, taking long drags every few seconds. As his golden, scraggly-but-still-well-groomed locks were clinging to the sides of his face, you notice his steel blue gaze dancing over your body as he scans you up and down.

Roger Fucking Taylor.

The same Roger that was in your biology class. The same Roger that was constantly trying to one up you and be the top of the class (unsuccessful in his attempts of course). The same Roger that you had had a crush on since you the course. The same Roger that didn't even know you existed. He had never been partnered with you, never spoken to you, never even looked in your direction. When you first entered the course, you had heard all about Rogers, how do I put this nicely, reputation with the ladies - making youbinstantly cringe at the utter disrespect of some of the things he had apparently done with them. But after a few weeks, you couldn't help but be drawn to him - he has an undeniable charm that he probably doesn't even know he's using half of the time, he is incredibly intelligent, and it is indisputable that he is the human form of the Greek God, Adonis, himself. You hate yourself for feeling this way, you always attempt to push it down as you know it'll do you no good in the long run. Like I said, Roger is known for his wild adventures with the women; and you weren’t one to participate in the activities of said adventures. Having a job as a stripper, people expect me to be extremely confident and out there, a lively socialite who is the life of the party, always being the centre of attention. I am, in fact, the complete opposite. When I'm not at work, I'm exceedingly reserved and introverted - I have one friend, Freddie; I only ever contribute to class when asked a question, other than that I sat at the back taking my own notes; I spend any spare time I have at home watching tv or reading a book. Therefore, I know I have a 0.00001% chance of Roger even acknowledging my existence - which I am fine with. I accepted my defeat months ago. And now, he's sat here watching me dance around, practically naked.

After finishing my set, I pace off stage- praying to Jesus that Roger didn't recognise it was me. He barely even notices me in lessons - surely he doesn't know me. What if he does though? What if he goes around school telling all his friends that I'm a fucking stripper? I'd be well and truly fucked - and not in the good way. I have never left the club faster than I did tonight, throwing on my clothes and fleeing through the backstage exit. My head is pacing, as clouds of worry and thought occupy the space - how am I ever going to face Roger again? What if he tells people? What if he is disgusted by me? I can feel my hand shaking as I try to unlock the apartment door, in which I throw open and slam behind me.

"Home so early, darling?" I could hear Freddie's voice from the living room shouting through, before the loud pop of the champagne bottle in his hand - presumably his second tonight. I threw my bag to the side before storming into the room and slumping down next to Freddie on the couch, releasing a large sigh.

"Yeah, work wasn't great" I groaned, noticing Freddie gesturing for me to take the bottle in his hand, to which I took a big swig in response; making Freddie chuckle.

"When is your work ever great? What's wrong, love?" He raised from the couch to grab himself a glass, knowing I'm not giving up this wine bottle as easily as he hoped.

"As you know, a majority of the men we get at the club are at least twice my age. Well, you remember Roger Taylor right?" I mumbled, focusing my attention to Freddie's glass which he held out in front of me, pouring the liquid in slowly as to not spill it all over the both of us.

"From your class? The one you have an undeniable love for? Yeah, I know him. What did he do?"

"Well, he turned up. He was sat in the back of the room. What am I to do Fred? What if he tells people that my job is basically prostitution? My life will be ruined. Not only that, but now my crush has seen me borderline naked, and prancing around the stage like some kind of... well, stripper" I cringed at the thought, it sounded a little stupid. Surely, I'd want my crush to see how good looking I can be? Not one bit.

"Oh god, what on earth was he doing there? Sounds like you have a bit of blackmailing yourself - Roger Taylor in a strip club-"

"Is exactly where I'd expect to find him if I'm being honest Fred - you know what he's like. I'd be surprised if it wasn't a place he visited everyday" I chimed in, I'm not lying. He is exactly the type of cocky, arrogant little shit who would find bliss in a strip club.

"Look, everything will be fine - you have two options, darling. You can either avoid him for the rest of your life, hoping he doesn't share the secret and ultimately ruin your life forever. Or you can fucking own it, and strut into school tomorrow like you are the shit and give Roger a piece of your mind - it's up to you, but I'm rooting for the second" Fred explained, trying reason with the one person he would never be able to reason with. I am quite stubborn when I want to be, and now is one of those occasions. "Now get to sleep, if you are home this early you should take advantage of it. Oh, do you have the money for rent?"

"Shit. Fuck. Fred I'm so sorry - I left in such a rush that I forgot to pick it up. I'll pay you Monday? I'm so sorry" I frettered, eyes widening at the realisation I not only couldn't pay Freddie, but I also can't pay my parents when I go down tomorrow.

"Darling, it's fine - I'll give you this week free of charge. You deserve it with all your hard work!"

Mouthing a small 'thank you', I smiled and nodded before slumping upstairs to my bedroom. As I reached my bed, I noticed all my biology books, which were previously scattered across the living room table, all stacked in the order of importance for the exam on Monday. I grinned to myself at Freddie's attempt of helping me study, although I know he only did it because he hates when I leave my books around the apartment. I can barely sleep, my eyes are refusing to close and my mind wanders back to Roger with every attempt of rest. I can't help but agonise over the situation; knowing something was going to go wrong and my life was going to be ruined.

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marinaaniseed · 5 years

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Dark ‘n’ Stormy Pt. 1

Christ on a bike, this took me forever to type up from the handwritten scribbles I created on honeymoon.

A/N: Here are a bunch of caveats and notes:

- I haven’t watched all of the MCU films. Hell, I haven’t seen all of the Thor films.

- I’ve never read the comics.

- Based on the above two points, I may well miss things that are obvious & canon. My bad.

- I haven’t written outside of work for yonks, so this is going to be rusty.

- I haven’t written fanfic for around 15 years, and I’ve certainly never published any. It took a lot of getting out of my own head to get to this point.

- I have no idea how I should label this according to fic conventions.

- I wrote a lot of this while drinking, so let’s assume my tenses are all over the place and I’ve typo’d everything.

- In my head, Thor is hairier and squishier than in Endgame.

- Endgame spoilers (I assume).

- This is almost 7,000 words long and almost nothing sexy happens. Stick with it, I’ll write that bit next.

- If you’re under 18 and have somehow found this, I’m obliged to tell you not to read this. That being said, I know what I got up to as a teenager, so on your head so be it.

- I know that some people don’t like Thor being insecure about his squishiness, I can understand that. This Thor, my version of Thor, is because that is how my squishy husband was when we first got together. It took time for him to become more confident in his body and accept that I’m attracted to him because of his body, not in spite of it.

- Written from a female POV because hey, write what you know. In the same vein, there will be hints of bisexuality and discussions of mental health.

*****

You were bored with walking down the desolate road. Sure, the emptiness was part of what made Norway beautiful, but as someone trying to hitch a lift, you could do with a bit more traffic. If you didn’t find accommodation soon, it would be a rough night.

You’d left Oslo that morning. Picked a direction and started walking, hitching a ride as you could. The last guy had dropped you at the clubhouse of his motorcycle club. Nobody knew of any jobs for you, so you carried on walking with your thumb out, hoping to attract a lift. The job was less important at this point, you needed somewhere to sleep - preferably not under your bivvy.

After a further half an hour, you heard a vehicle slowing down behind you. As you turned, you saw it was a lorry from the Ægir Microbrewery. That was good. You walked round to the driver’s window and found an attractive woman sticking her head out to look down at you. Beer and a hot woman. She must be driving somewhere fun.

“Where are you heading?” she asked.

“I don’t mind. Where are you going?”

“New Asgard.”

“Works for me.”

You clamber into the cab, the woman taking your backpack and putting it behind your seat.

“Thanks. I’m y/n,” you said as the lorry began to move again.

“Brunnhilde.”

“Are you an Asgardian?”

“I’m a Valkyrie.”

“Oh ok. Wow,” you paused, trying to take in this information. “If you don’t mind me asking, why the lorry? Don’t you have magic and stuff that you could use?”

“The Norwegians prefer it if we use your technology. Winged horses and aeroplanes are a bad combo. The beer is because we can’t brew enough for our king.”

Aha. Thor. Of course, you have heard of him and how he had established New Asgard in Norway. It had been an international relations minefield but Norway had ceded the land in exchange for some ‘help’.

“You’re not Norwegian,” the Valkyrie said after a while. “I can tell by the way you talk. What brought you out here, searching for a lift?”

“Ah,” you smiled. The eternal question. “I’ve been travelling around, doing odd jobs since the snap. Trying to see the world in case it just disappears one day I spent the last month working in a bar in Oslo. I left because the landlord tried it on with me. I doubt New Asgard will have any jobs for a mere mortal like me, so I’ll stay the night and try again in the morning. What currency do you use in New Asgard?”

The Valkyrie doesn’t respond immediately but you can tell she’s thinking.

“I have a job for you,” she said eventually. “Our king isn’t quite who he used to be, these last few years have been especially hard on him. I’m largely in charge of rebuilding. Until things change, one way or another. There’s a little hut by the docks you can stay in and in exchange you can clean his house and cook for him. Sound fair?”

“Sounds very fair but...why me?”

“Thor doesn’t like what he’s become, doesn’t want his people to see him this way. He only sees me because I bring him beer. But he might be more tolerant of a Midgardian. He’s always had a soft spot for your people.”

The rest of the journey takes just under an hour and you pass the sign welcoming you to New Asgard as the sun is setting.

Brunnhilde stops at the hut.

“This is it. Don’t worry about a key. Nobody locks their doors here.”

You climb down slowly with your rucksack and push open the wooden door. It’s sparse but it’s better than the alternative. You shrug off your bag and leave it next to the bed before returning to the lorry.

You’re driven up the hill to the furthest cabin. It’s a little bigger than the others but gives no hint that the occupant is royalty.

“Let me get the beer in before I introduce you,” Brunnhilde advises.

You watch her as she ferries full cases to the house and empties to the lorry. You begin to nap when she taps on the window to get your attention. You’ve never met royalty, let alone a god before. How are you supposed to act? Do you curtsey?

“I’ve brought you a visitor,” says Brunnhilde as she crosses the threshold before you.

“Are they here about the cable?” comes the reply.

“No. This is y/n. She’s going to look after your house. Cook, clean, that kind of thing,” she gestures as you step to stand next to her.

Thor is not how you imagined. He’s better. He’s soft, round, hairy. He needs a wash, you can smell him here, but he looks comfortable. Comforting.

He finally pauses his game and lets out a startled yelp when he sees you, grabbing a cushion to hide his torso before scurrying into the next room. When he returns, his face is flushed, trying to hide under his hoodie.

“Apologies, y/n. I wasn’t expecting such beautiful company. Valkyrie, no, I don’t need help. I don’t want help. I want to be left alone.”

“Thor, she has nowhere else to go. I’ve let her stay in the hut by the docks. Let her work for a week and if you’re still sure, I’ll take her back when I next get supplies. Or, perhaps I will find my own use for her,” she winks, groping your arse slightly.

You blush a little, then a lot at the thought of having sex with a Valkyrie. Thor mumbles his assent and you hear his stomach grumble from beneath his hoodie.

“Perhaps I could start by making dinner...my...lord?”

“Thor. I’m not worthy of that title, so just call me Thor.”

Valkyrie rolls her eyes but answers for him. “Yes, dinner would be good. Please cook for all three of us, I’d like to sample some Midgardian cooking.”

No pressure, you thought to yourself as you stepped through detritus to get to the kitchen. This was not going to be easy.

The floor looked good in comparison to the state of the kitchen surfaces.

“Umm…” you said, pausing to survey the devastation. Broken glass, mouldy mugs, and who knows what else. You heard Valkyrie stand behind you.

“This is worse than last time, Thor,” she said softly. “I will order some of that pizza you love and myself and y/n will go to Tønsberg to pick up some supplies so that she stands half a chance tomorrow.”

You smiled sheepishly at the blushing god as you made your way carefully out of the cabin.

***

The next morning, you woke up early. You wanted to make a solid start on Thor’s home before he woke up in the hope that he’d see your worth and prolong your stay in New Asgard.

In the cold light of day, the cabin looked even worse than it had the night before. Valkyrie had put the food away but the cleaning supplies were in bags by the door.

It was overwhelming to look at, no wonder Thor hadn’t touched it. You knew a fellow depressive when you saw one. Cleaning your own stuff was always a chore. Cleaning other people’s was much easier - you didn’t have the shame or guilt.

You could hear Thor’s thunderous snores coming from the bedroom. That would be the last job. The most intimate room.

To stop yourself from becoming overwhelmed, you opened a cleaning app to work through the tasks. One thing at a time. You couldn’t let it get to you. This man, god, whatever. He needed help. f

Thor eventually appeared around noon, shuffling over to the fridge to grab a beer before slumping onto the settee with his games controller. It was always sad to see a person like this, you thought, as you took your tablet with a sip of water. But you knew what it was like to be that person, too.

“Good afternoon,” you smiled, placing a cup of coffee next to Thor. He mumbled his thanks, eyes not leaving the screen as you retreated to the kitchen to make him some brunch.

He seemed to approve of the stack of pancakes you’d made, drenched in syrup and topped with streaky bacon.

“ y/n, that was delicious. May I have another plate, please?” he mumbled to his chest. It was curious how he mumbled when he spoke to you. He was certainly not quiet when he spoke to his gaming friends online.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Of course, you may have more, you only have to ask.”

You assumed as king he would be used to asking for things but this king seemed shy. No, not shy. That wasn’t quite right. Anxious. A feeling you knew all too well. He was on edge, you could understand why. You’d seen the news, you knew enough of the past few years to empathise with him.

After you handed him the second plate of pancakes, the rest of the day was spent pottering around - cleaning, tidying, and handing Thor beer when you could see him getting low. Glasses of water and cups of coffee kept them company, but he preferred the beer. You’d occasionally find him shuffling into the kitchen, looking for snacks, gently reminding him to call for you when he needed something.

You washed up after dinner - 7oz Fillet steak with triple-cooked chips, homemade onion rings and a thyme-roasted tomato - and bid him goodnight. The cabin was by no means clean but it was a start.

“Thank you y/n. This is much better. I’m sorry I couldn’t, I’m sorry I let it get so bad.”

“It’s ok Thor, I understand.” You desperately wanted to hug him but that didn’t seem appropriate. “Is there anything you’d like me to do differently tomorrow?”

“I like Pop-Tarts for breakfast.”

***

Over the course of the week, you developed an easy routine. You came to know when Thor needed to be fed and watered before he knew it himself. He was eating a little better now you were cooking for him, although you had to up your portion sizes. You’d been surprised, wandering around the supermarket with the Valkyrie just how much food she’d piled in. Surely it would go out of date before you used half of it? Apparently not.

The cabin was much tidier now and it was easier to manage. You could just clean after the god rather than trying to fight with the whole house. You had time to observe him, to try to understand the powerful yet damaged man.

You’d grown to like Korg and Miek, too. They’d been a shock when you first met them, causing you to drop Thor’s coffee on the floor. Thor had laughed at the blaspheming, cursing litany you’d let out before you switched to apologies. For a split second, he’d wondered if you had such a filthy mouth in bed, before quashing that thought. You wouldn’t want him, certainly not like this.

“y/n, these are my friends, Korg and Miek,” he said once you regain your composure. “Korg, Miek - this is my friend, y/n. She is from Midgard.”

You exchanged embarrassed pleasantries, pleased that Thor had introduced you as a friend.

After returning with enough coffee for everyone (you hadn’t thought to ask if Thor’s alien friends drank coffee) you set about mopping up the mess you made. Thor could feel himself staring at your arse as you knelt down with towels, so ripe and round and peachy. Oh Norns, what he would do to feel it in his hand.

***

While you could wrap your head around Korg and Miek, explaining from your hut via Skype to your family and friends was another matter. You were vaguely in contact but it was unsettling. For five years you had thought they were dead. You had grieved for them, let go. Having them back was too odd. Skype was as much as you could cope with. You kept your location vague-ish, for fear they would turn up and force you to face everything. There were loose assurances, lies (to yourself or to them?) that you were fine. That you would be home soon.

Home. What even was that anymore? The one person you wanted back couldn’t be brought home. They weren’t dusted, but they’d died as a result of the snap nonetheless. At least Alex had a body you could hold a funeral for. A body, ironically, turned to dust at the cremation.

C’mon brain, not now. You began listening to a meditation on Headspace, hoping to find some sleep.

***

It had been a week and you were sad at the prospect of leaving. Although, there was still the possibility that the Valkyrie would take you in.

You heard her before you saw her.

“Is this even the same place?” you heard her exclaim. You stuck your head around from the kitchen where you were making a fresh cafetière of coffee.

“Would you like some?” you asked, waving a cup.

“No, thank you. I’m off to get supplies and wondered if I was taking you with me?” She looked at Thor but he was engrossed in his game. “Thor!”

He jumped, turning towards her. “What?”

“Are you keeping y/n or not? It’s been a week.”

“Oh,” he blushed. “I’d like that very much. If she’d like to stay?”

You nodded your head as you set the coffee down next to him.

“Excellent,” he roared, standing beer in hand and pulling you into a sweaty bear hug. He’d remained covered up in front of you since that first day, but you could feel his softness and warmth. You were both rosy-cheeked when you parted.

“Forgive me, y/n. I forgot myself,” he said looking down.

“That’s ok, I should be getting back to work,” you said, hurrying into the bedroom to gather his laundry

“Fine, but I may still want you for some work of my own,” the Valkyrie said with a wink as she turned and left the cabin.

***

That afternoon, having washed up after lunch, you realised there was nothing that needed doing. It was too early to begin preparing dinner, so you wandered over to Thor with a beer.

“I’ve done everything that’s immediately obvious, is there anything I can help you with?”

Thor studied you with his odd-coloured eyes. “Korg and Miek aren’t here, so perhaps you’d like to grab a beer and play with me?”

You failed to suppress a giggle at that last part and Thor looked mortified.

“It’s ok, I understood what you meant,” rubbing his arm in reassurance before turning to grab a drink of your own.

With your back against the cushion, your feet don’t touch the floor, so you kick off your shoes and sit cross-legged.

“I hope this is ok?” you asked, as Thor handed you a controller.

“Certainly, y/n.”

You sit staring into those eyes, amber and aquamarine, a beguiling combination.

“What? What is it?”

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” you could feel your cheeks burning as you took a large swig of your beer. “It’s just I’ve never met someone with heterochromia before.”

Thor tipped his head to the side, confusion written over his soft, hairy face. One you’d quite like to sit on if you thought about it.

“Heterochromia...your eyes are two different colours?”

“Oh, that,” he said, running a finger over his scar. “That’s a more recent addition. My sister stabbed me in the eye.”

You’re frozen. Eyes wide and beer halfway to your mouth. What can you say to that?

“A kind rabbit gave me this one,” he says, pointing to the amber one. “Before that, I wore an eyepatch, just like my father,”

You can tell by the way he says this, that his father is gone, in a pre-snap kind of way.

“So, it’s like a glass eye? Like a fake?” you asked, confused as to how a rabbit could give him a false eye. Maybe it was an alien space rabbit?

“No, no. I can see through it.”

You’re puzzled but decide against further questions. A lot of weird shit has happened over the past five years, ignorance is often easier.

“Will you show me how to play this game?”

“Certainly,” he says, taking your hands in his to explain the controls. Despite their size, they are gentle, pressing your digits into the control pad as he explains the mechanisms.

***

After a couple of hours and a couple of beers, you’re starting to get the hang of Fortnite, although you’re nowhere near as good as Thor.

“y/n, may I ask you a question?” he asked as you return from a bathroom break.

“Sure, what is it?” you say, returning to your cross-legged position.

“What is that tablet you take every day? Are you ill?”

“Aha, you’re more observant than I realised. That’s citalopram. An antidepressant. It helps me to feel less sad,” you say, explaining until you see a spark of recognition.

“I’m sorry, y/n, was it the snap?” he asks, terrified that he is responsible for your sadness because he didn’t go for the head.

“Yes and no,” you shrugged. “I took tablets before, the snap made it worse.” You can see he doesn’t quite understand, so you take another large gulp of beer. “You know how without the beer, you feel an emptiness, an abyss? That nothing will make you happy again? Feel anything again? Or you do feel things but they’re the wrong things? Inappropriate. Like, you cry uncontrollably at something happy but you feel nothing at a friend’s funeral? Or it’s just sadness, anger, frustration. Hating yourself, hiding away, avoiding mirrors so that you can’t see the awfulness that’s you? Well, this is like the beer for me. All the bad stuff is still there but it takes the edge off enough for me to function. Proper therapy would help but there are not enough counsellors in the world to undo the damage caused by the snap, let alone the damage done before it.”

Thor is lost for words. He can’t understand how the Norns could let someone so beautiful feel so much pain. He wants to hold you, to kiss and caress away as much of your sadness as he can. But he doesn’t want to scare you or make you feel duty-bound to respond. He lays a calloused hand gently over yours, tilting your chin up with the other to meet his gaze. He can see that you’ve lost a lot but doesn’t dare to pry. It’s not his place and he doesn’t want to open those wounds.

“y/n, you are so strong and beautiful. You could’ve been a Valkyrie, I don’t know how you do it. You’re far stronger than I am.”

“Ah Thor, I appreciate the flattery, even if it’s the beer talking. I’m not stronger than you, the pain just weighs on us differently.”

“It’s not the beer, I mean it. You understood completely as though you could see inside of me. Tell me, do you think those tablets could help me?”

“I’m not sure how an Asgardian would react to our medicine,” you say with a frown. “Surely there are healers you could talk to?” The look on Thor’s face suggests that they are only really concerned with the physical rather than the mental. “There is something that might help.” His eyes brighten and there’s a hint of a smile at this. “We have a concept called self-care, it might make things seem a little better.”

“How does it work, y/n?”

“It’s about being loving and caring to yourself. Nurturing and nourishing all of yourself and accepting that you are worthy of love and care. Imagine the things you would do if someone you loved was distressed, except that person is you.”

Thor doesn’t look at all sure about this. Sure, he’s still worthy of wielding Mjölnir but that’s about it.

“Let me help, if you’re willing to try?”

Thor nodded slowly, hair falling in front of his face.

“Ok good, wait here.”

***

You go to the bathroom and began to fill the enormous tub, before rummaging through the cupboards and drawers. A bathroom this big and belonging to a king must’ve had some toiletries, you reasoned. Eventually, you found them, caked in dust. In the beginning, he must’ve still cared, or someone cared enough to bring them to him. Oakwood absolute and golden apple-scented - a pleasant mix. You weren’t sure how much to use, so the result was a thick, foamy layer, like the head on a cappuccino or a bath in an old Hollywood movie.

“Hey Thor, come in here,” you shouted.

“It’s...a bath,” he said once he’d padded into the room.

“Yes. I find a bath with some pleasant bubbles and things helps me to relax and I always feel better after washing my hair. I thought it might help you too? You can drink your beer in the bath if you like.”

Thor stands there fiddling with his sleeves, shifting his weight from side to side.

“I’ll just go and leave you to it then,” you offered.

“No,no...I’m just not sure about this.”

“Ok, suit yourself. I’m not letting this go to waste,” you said, turning and removing your top. It was partly the beer and partly you wanted to see how he’d react. What way did he mean it when he called you beautiful?

You leave your clothes in a neat pile and climb in, hearing Thor pacing and mumbling in the background.

“Uh, naked...very naked,” he muttered, turning his back and casting his eyes to the ceiling. Of course, he’d seen naked women before, but this was different, you were different. And most importantly, he was different. He didn’t have his chiselled body anymore, didn’t know how to seduce people with this one. After a few minutes of silence, he turns to make sure you haven’t drowned. Only your head is visible above the bubbles, resting against the side of the tub, eyes shut, seemingly dead to the world. He moves towards you cautiously and when you don’t stir, he decides it might be safe. He undresses with his back to you, just to be sure, and climbs in gingerly.

You had no idea a man of his size could be so stealthy. The rising water level was the only clue that you had company. He’s facing away from you, but it’s a start.

“Thank you for joining me,” you said, running your hands across his broad, scarred shoulders. “May I wash your hair for you, please?”

He’s torn. On the one hand, he wants you to touch him and he used to love how soft his hair felt. On the other, he’s deeply ashamed of the matted mess he’s let it become. He only relents because you’ve asked politely, so he leans back until his hair is under the water.

You’re ready with a golden hairbrush when he sits up. Detangling the blonde mane is slow going, you’re constantly muttering apologies to Thor as you accidentally tug on the tightly entwined strands. He doesn’t seem to notice, and in the grand scheme of things, this probably isn’t that painful to him, you reason, but you still feel bad that you might be hurting him.

Eventually, you get to a point where you can run the brush through the length of his hair without it snagging. You empty a sizable amount of apple shampoo into your palms, massaging it slowly into his scalp, working in small, light circles, before moving down to the main body of his hair.

“Mmm,” he sighed as you brush against his neck.

“Ok, lie back, let me wash this out.”

He obeys and you continue to massage, making sure all of the shampoo is gone. You then repeat the process with his beard before moving onto the conditioner. You work this through, slowly, ensuring that everything is nourished, paying particular attention to the ends before brushing it through, just to be sure. You had no idea if this was how you were supposed to look after a beard but you figured you couldn’t make it any worse, so you worked the conditioner through his facial hair too.

“I’m going to leave this in for a bit, so no need to lie back unless you want to.”

You remembered how Thor had enjoyed your head massage, so you decided to take a punt. You moved your hands to his shoulders and started to knead the knots, His shoulders seemed to be hewn from stone but you persisted, eventually making headway.

“Oh, y/n, you are very good with your hands,” Thor purred as he relaxed more.

You raised an eyebrow but kept your smutty comment to yourself. You didn’t want to scare him off now that he was becoming more welcoming to your touch.

As you continued to work out his knots, Thor slowly sank back into you. You moved up to his neck and ears, rubbing and lightly tugging on his lobes.

He loved the way you were touching him. It had been so long since anyone had touched him with such care. He could feel himself melting back into your breasts, you were a lovely pillow indeed.

As he relaxed further into your chest, you decided to be a little bolder. Your hands slipped forward onto his chest, running your fingers through the hair and pressing lightly into the soft flesh until you reach his nipples. At first, you opt for a feather-light brush that causes Thor to gasp, before flicking and squeezing them, steadily increasing the intensity before switching to twisting them.

Thor leans even further into you, obscene, incoherent moans coming from between his plump parted lips. He can feel himself getting hard, something he’s not felt for a long time, bar the inconvenience of morning wood. His hand moves down, partly to stimulate and partly to clean. If this is going to happen, the least he can do is ensure he’s hygienic for you.

And then it happens.

A hand slides down to caress his rounded, hairy stomach. The panic is immediate. He jerks away, remembering how he looks, how he feels. That keg of lard strapped to his front. Water cascades over the floor as he fumbles to get away, grabbing clothes and towels, cursing as he goes.

It’s all such a shock, you forget to check out his arse as he scurries away.

Well, fuck, you think.

You wait until you can hear the familiar sounds of Fortnite coming from the front room.

Your clothes were sodden from Thor’s sudden exit. You hang them to dry on the rack above the tub, dry yourself and mop the floor before returning to face the god swaddled in his soft towel, feeling a lot more precarious about your future in New Asgard than you had a couple of hours ago.

“I’m sorry, Thor. I shouldn’t have done that, I went too far,” you say, standing in the doorway.

“It is I who should be apologising to you,” he said, pausing his game to turn to you. He was glad you’d reappeared but now that you were here, he didn’t know what to say. He wanted you to keep touching him like you were but he was scared he wasn’t good enough for you. How could he be?

“It’s ok, I understand that you don’t want to be touched like that.”

You were wrong but he couldn’t tell you. His heart was breaking as he looked at you, so sad, soft and ashamed, the giant towel swamping your frame.

“What happened to your clothes, y/n?”

“They’re, um, drying,” you said, blushing. Your earlier bravado was gone and you were left trying to hide, to get away from the beautiful god in front of you.

“Oh gods, I’m sorry,” he replied, his blush matching yours. “Please help yourself to my clothes, I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

You shuffled awkwardly to his room, glad to escape his gaze for a few minutes. You found a clean grey hoodie and threw it on, wearing it like a dress. When you returned, Thor had started a fire and placed your clothes in front of it to dry.

He couldn't believe how delicate you looked in his hoodie, like a tiny ceramic doll he was scared to touch.

“That looks warmer,” he said as you walked past him to return the towel to the bathroom, his gaze lingering on your bare legs, imagining them wrapped around his neck as his licked you with love.

“I didn’t finish your hair,” you said, waving the brush as you came back. Thor grabbed a beanbag and flopped down in front of the settee his the controller and his beer.

“Thank you,” you smiled, relieved that some of the tension had dissipated and he was allowing you to touch him again. The conditioner was still in his hair but you figured it wouldn’t make much difference after all the crud that had been in it before. You brushed gently, working your way through the knots, pleased to see you weren’t pulling as much as earlier. Thor was content to game and drink, so you braid his hair, tying the ends into a knot. It had been a while since you’d played with someone’s hair. As you admire your handiwork, you realised Thor wasn’t engrossed in his game as you thought.

“I think you should do the same to my beard,” he said, tipping his head back to look at you.

You smiled, pleased to have a reason to continue touching him. You cupped a hand beneath his head, gently tipping it forward so he could continue his game while you braid his beard.

When you were done, he slowly padded to the bathroom. Leaning over, you could see him examining your work in the mirror. It had been so long since he’d looked, really looked at himself in the mirror. He looked away as he began to feel his cheeks burning with shame beneath their downy fuzz.

“I’m sorry it’s not very good,” you called, anxious of his reaction.

“No, no. It’s lovely. I wore my beard like this during...during my last battle,” he says, tugging at the thick braid to distract himself from the memory.

“I should probably start dinner,” you said, rising from the settee to start chopping veg.

“No, y/n. You’ve done so much today, let me order pizza. My treat.”

You watch him play with his 3310, scrolling and punching until he finds the number he wants. You’ve not seen an ancient Nokia like that for years.

“Dominos. Hey, it’s Thor again. You know, the god of thunder? Listen, buddy - could you do me the usual but with one extra, please? Any flavour, I don’t mind. Thanks.”

You’ve no idea what he’s ordered since he never asked what you fancied. Although if he’d phrased it like that, you would’ve replied that he was what you fancied.

“Why do you have such an old phone, Thor?” you asked as he handed you another drink, his other hand gently pressing the small of your back to guide you back to the settee.

“I kept breaking the new ones. I’m too rough when I touch them.”

I bet you are, you though. You’d seen him furiously mash the buttons on his controller and wondered how it would feel if he mashed your button. You shrank further into the hoodie to hide your blush.

“Oh, y/n are you cold? Here, let me,” he said, taking the fluffy throw from the armchair and tucking you underneath it.

“Perhaps you could offer some more heat?” you ventured, emboldened by the new beer and gently patting the space next to you. He acquiesced, letting his still muscular arm drop behind your head, allowing you to lean into him a little.

“You know, we have another concept that may make you feel better,” as much to his chest as to him.

“What is that?”

“Skin hunger. Science shows that people who experience the touch of another less often are less happy. Perhaps we could recreate the hug from this morning?”

“I did enjoy that,” Thor concedes, wrapping his arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides. You were right, he was hungry for this. Hungrier still to see you without any clothes on. He regretted not looking at you earlier but he’d liked what he’d felt under the bath bubbles. He looks down to see you meeting his gaze, melting before him. He inches closer to your lips.

Bang, bang, bang.

You jump away from him as the delivery driver pounds the door. Thor heaves himself up, cursing that this is the one time they’ve ever arrived so quickly.

You’re startled when Thor turns around with six boxes in his arms.

“Fucking hell, Thor! Why did you order so much?”

“The Norwegians have a party deal, five pizzas for a set price. I got an extra one for you.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that sharing one pizza with him would have sufficed. You look at the boxes and see that Thor is waiting for you to choose: Pepperoni Passion, Deluxe, Veggie Supreme, Hot & Spicy, Extravaganzza, and Mighty Meaty. Heh, Mighty Meaty. That’s Thor alright, mighty and meaty. You pick your favourite and take a slice, small dainty bites compared to Thor almost inhaling the one he’s already demolishing.

“Mind if I turn the telly on?” you ask, wanting a distraction from Thor so you don’t watch in awe at his apparently insatiable appetite. You liked seeing him enjoying his food, a little jealous that he didn’t eat the food you made him this way. You don’t want him to think you’re judging him, you’ve already upset him once today.

“Mmm,” he says through a mouthful, handing you the remote. The cross-country skiing is on. That’ll do, you thought.

“You’d be good at that,” you said nudging Thor. “Yes, you would! You’ve got big, strong legs to power you along.”

“Big,” he sighs. “I’m just big.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone has bits of themselves they don’t like, Thor.”

“Even you?” he asked, disbelieving.

“Yes, of course,” you laugh. “The trick is to focus on the bits you do like.”

He can’t figure out why someone as beautiful as you would dislike any of your body. It looked pretty perfect from what he’d seen so far.

“And which bits do you like?”

“My favourite is my hands. I like how strong my nails grow, the shape of them. I like how useful my hands are, what I can do with them. I enjoy touching things with them, discovering pleasant textures. I think touch is my favourite of my senses.”

“I like your hands too. I like what you did with them earlier,” he says with what he hopes is a flirty smile. It’s been so long, is that even how you do it?

“Well, I only got your top half earlier, would you like a foot rub?”

“That sounds very pleasant but you haven't finished your dinner,” he says, frowning at the box you chose where over half the pizza remains.

“It’s lovely Thor, thank you. I guess I just don’t like food as much as you do. But I’ll have one more slice, for you.”

This pleases him and he returns to chewing his way through the meaty, cheesy feast.

Once you've collected what you need from the bathroom, you sit down on the rug in front of him.

“You know what they say about men with big feet,” you accidentally muse aloud as you remove his feet from his Crocs and guide them to a bowl of warm, sudsy water.

“What do they say?” a worried voice asked from above you.

“Oh! That they have...big socks.”

“Ah yes, of course,” he laughs, missing the innuendo but the obvious answer tickles him still, causing his soft stomach to wobble.

“I’m going to leave your feet to soak, give me your hand.”

He cautiously extends the one not holding a slice and you wipe away the grease and sauce with a flannel soaked in the bowl, before moving to trim his nails. You file them down and work the dirt out from underneath them.

“Other hands, please,” you say when you’re done.

“But...pizza.”

“So, use your other hand.”

“But you just cleaned it.”

“Yes, but when you’re done you can wash your hands. Honestly, Thor, you’re drunk. Not stupid,” you say with a smile as he transfers the slice to his other hand.

With both hands done, you move to his feet and dry them on the bottom of the hoodie you borrowed. His toenails get the same treatment as his fingernails before you move onto his feet. You apply a little of the oakwood perfumed oil you found and take one foot in hand. The soak has softened his skin a bit but you make a mental note to get some pumice next time you visit Tønsberg. Using your thumbs you stroke firmly, from his toes up to his ankle. You repeat this until you feel the tension begin to leave his foot. Next, you cup his heel, sliding your index finger between his toes, before moving onto the sole of his foot. You focus on the pressure points of his arches, kneading him like a cat making its bed. He’s making noises similar to the ones he made in the bath when you stroked his nipples. Another erogenous zone to remember for the future. You spend longer than you usually would on this part, relishing his sighs and moans, before moving to the other foot. By the time you’re done, he’s a blissed-out mess, unable to focus on the telly or move to grab his beer. You go to the kitchen to wash the oil from your hands and decide to fix him an indulgent drink.

You find the largest mug and make him a hot chocolate, adding a generous slug of mead because it’s been a good day, before topping it with whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles.

He’s managed to sit up a bit, so you hand it straight to him. He takes a sip, gasping as the mead hits him.

“I would never have thought to add mead. This drink - I like it!”

“I’m glad,” you say. “Thank you for a fun day, Thor.”

“No, thank you, y/n. The pleasure was all mine. Thank you for your patience and understanding, it’s appreciated.”

“Well, I hope I helped,” you say, moving to touch your clothes. “These are dry enough. I’ll just get changed and head home.”

You’ve barely shut Thor’s bedroom door when you hear an almighty crash of thunder directly overhead before the deafening deluge of rain hits the roof. You can’t walk home in this, you didn’t bring an umbrella.

Thor knocks on the door and sticks his head in,

“Given the weather, perhaps you’d like to stay here, y/n?” he suggests, one hand on the doorframe, the other gesturing to his modest bedroom.

You nod and leave your pile of clothes on top of his drawers, content to sleep in his hoodie You shuffle under the covers and roll into the dip in the middle where Thor usually sleeps. You push yourself to the side away from the window and wait for him. He switches off the light and climbs in on the other side without getting undressed. You go to touch him tentatively but he’s crashed out as soon as his head hits the pillow. Between his snores and the storm, it’s going to be a long night, you realised.

One thing you hadn’t bargained on was the nightmares. After the initial calm, Thor is restless, whimpering in his sleep. You want to help but you don’t know how to. You give up clinging to the edge of the mattress and let yourself roll into the dip in the middle. You hug him as best you can, rubbing his back in reassurance. He quiets slowly until he’s soundly asleep again. This happens throughout the night and each time you hold him until it passes.

***

You’re vaguely aware of dawn breaking, the cockerels crowing around New Asgard. You’re half asleep. The big spoon. A hand stroking something soft and warm. A stomach. Thor’s stomach. This is pleasant, he is as comfortable as he looks, you think, before drifting off again. It’s only when your sleepy hand brushes against Thor’s burgeoning morning wood that he startles awake with a shout, exiting the bed as swiftly as he’d left the bath the day before.

You lie there confused until you realise where you were rubbing.

Damnit.

#thor #Thor Odinson #fat thor #endgame thor #squishy thor #soft thor #thicc thor #chubby thor #reader insert #Female reader #avengers x reader #reader x thor #x reader #dark 'n' stormy

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The Future Mrs. Stark

The Future Mrs. Stark: A Iron Man Fanfic

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Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts

Warnings: Angst, Smut (vaginal sex, talk of oral sex)

Synopsis: You and Tony find yourself in a place where time doesn’t work properly with no hope of escape.

A/N: @iron-man-bingo fill - Remix of a fave fic This is a remix of a fic I wrote (I don’t feel comfortable doing remixes of other people’s writing) called The Future Mrs. Barnes. So if you have read that one, you will know the twist in this. However, it’s different in the fact that where Bucky was quite happy to be trapped in a place alone with someone he likes, Tony has a life he wants to return to.

I feel I need to warn people that this is a Tony x Reader fic. Not a Tony x Pepper fic. However, he never cheats on her and he is definitely in love with her. If people want more (like they did with Mrs. Barnes), I am willing to write it, but there is the risk that cheating may be involved and someone and/or everyone could get very badly hurt, especially the reader.

The Future Mrs. Stark

You stood blinking at Tony Stark as the nanites from his Iron Suit seemed to just die at once and poured off his body in a pile of what looked like dust around his feet, leaving him in just the tracksuit he wore under it. The housing he had built in his chest flickered for a moment and then gave out. It was such a shock that it took a moment to realize that you were just moments ago fighting a battle in a warehouse and now you were in an open wooded area. You looked around you confused.

“What the hell just happened?” Stark said, vocalizing the only thought that was going through your head right now.

“I don’t - we must have been teleported right?” It then occurred to you how bad it was that his arc had just stopped working. You rushed over to him. “Mr. Stark, the arc? What should I do?”

“Fuck! No, don’t step in… the nanites…” Stark cursed dropping to his knees and trying to scoop them up in his hands.

“But… doesn’t that keep you alive?” You asked pointing at his chest, nanite dust now coating your shoes.

Stark shook his head and looked up at you, a slightly helpless look on his face as he held his hands cupped and full of the microscopic robots. “No. It’s just a housing and power source for these. Where the fuck are we?”

You shook your head and pulled out a notepad and pen from your utility belt. “I don’t know. It looks wrong. Maybe …”

Stark furrowed his brow. “I remember we were fighting that Haberdash guy. Wanda did her thing. Then… there was a flash. Then here. Maybe he had some kind of teleportation powers we didn’t know about. Maybe it had an electromagnetic pulse.” He looked around. “Hey, newbie. There’s a shed over there, can you go see if there is anything I can use to try and salvage as many of these as I can. If it was just a pulse they may not all be fried and I might be able to fix them.”

You turned and saw the shed, sure that it hadn’t been there a moment ago. The concern of that thought was less than the relief you felt that you didn’t need to reveal your powers to him yet though and you tucked the paper and pen back away and dashed into the shed.

You almost stumbled back in shock when you looked inside. This was not an old abandoned and unused shed. This was clean and organized. It had both steel and wood bench tops. The equipment in here all looked taken care of or new. It was strange though because while it looked like you could even do some fine electronics work in here, everything mechanical was of the old motor driven kind, rather than circuit boards.

You grabbed a large plastic tub and a dustpan and broom and carried it out to Stark.

“Someone lives here, Mr. Stark.” You said, as you kneeled down and started to help him gather up as many of the nanites as possible.

“You can call me Tony, you know?” He said as he craned his neck, trying to see through the trees. “We should take a look around then. I think I can see a place through there. Maybe they’ll have a phone or a computer.”

The two of you hid the tub in the shed for safekeeping and then went looking around. There was indeed a house in the woods. It was in a bigger clearing with a river running along the front of it. The inside had a less used feel. Everything seemed to be a little, packed up for the summer. Thought the pantry was stocked and there was a huge pile of firewood out the front. There were no electronics in the building at all. In fact, there didn’t even seem to be electricity. Nor was there a road or driveway in that someone could have used to bring the food in. Though what was there included eggs and bread that still seemed fresh.

You both explored the woods until the light rather dramatically just went out and regrouped in the home. While you stared out the window, Stark went around lighting candles in the living room. There was no light outside at all. It was spooky. Normally there was something. Even when you were somewhere remote there was the moon, the stars, the ambient glow of a nearby town. Here there was nothing. It was just pitch black.

“I was thinking I might take off my clothes and use the heat from the candles to keep warm. If I lit them all at once that would work, right?” Stark said.

“Yeah, sure.” You agreed, not even listening to him.

He started to laugh and you turned around. “Oh, now she listens.”

“Are we sure we are actually somewhere, Mr. Stark?”

“Tony,” He corrected coming up behind you and looking out the window. “I’m not sure of anything except that Pepper will be freaking out. I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this to her again.”

“Where are the stars?” You asked.

“I don’t know. But we have to be somewhere.” He put his hand on your shoulder. “It’s too dark to do anything now. Let’s eat. Get some sleep. Tomorrow I’ll try and rig something up. Make a beacon or get this working again.” He tapped his chest. “We’re not going to freak out until we absolutely have to okay?”

You turned to look at him. “How are you keeping it together?”

He shrugged. “I’m not. I just,” He tapped his chest. “They’ll look for us. I know they will.” You nodded your head and he gave you a pat on the shoulder. “Start a fire, I’ll get something to eat.”

The fire was roaring when Stark came back out. He had a couple of pots in his hands balanced precariously on plates. You removed one and he gestured to the fire. You put the pot onto the coals and he did the same with the other one and disappeared into the kitchen again. When he returned it was carrying a dusty wine bottle and two glasses. “Look what I found.”

You shook your head. “I think we should stay alert, sir.”

He shrugged and opened the bottle. “Suit yourself.” He said taking a swig directly from the bottle. “And it’s Tony.”

You both sat up for a little while, him trying to engage you and get you to relax. You resisting. You must have fallen asleep. You felt like you did, but you couldn’t remember it happening. You were just talking and then suddenly the sun was up.

The two of you explored around outside. You wouldn’t relax despite how hard Stark tried to get you to. Nothing about this felt right. There was no sound outside. No birds, no animals, no cars off in the distance. You couldn’t see the sun either. It was light, and the sky was blue and free from clouds, but there was no sun. It made you uneasy. You felt like you must be being watched.

When you gave up trying to find someone, Stark went into the shed and tired to work on the nanites and his chest piece. Only returning to the house when the light just dropped out again. He cooked again and brought out wine again. You refused again.

“How come you never socialize with the rest of us? You’ve been on the team a little while now.” Stark asked.

You shrugged. “This is my job.”

“Work colleagues can’t be friends too?” He asked.

“If you work at Target, sure. Not when you risk your life the way we do.”

“Oh,” He said with a nod. “You lost someone. Who was it?”

“Just a friend. I don’t really want to talk about it, sir.”

“It’s Tony,” He said. “You shouldn’t just shut yourself off like that. I did it once. Thought I was dying. Pushed everyone away. It’s not sustainable though. Even when you do get hurt.”

“I’m sure your wife is thinking the same thing right now, sir.” You snapped. You knew it was a low blow but you had your walls up for a reason. You weren’t planning on letting someone in just because you were trapped in an episode of the twilight zone.

“Wow, really? Ouch.” Tony said putting his hands up. “Look, whatever you’ve got going on that that was about, is all yours. But we’re stuck together. We need to try and get along.”

“Sorry. Yeah. Just… I’ll follow your orders.” You said.

“I don’t want that either. Just…” He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. “Let’s change the subject.”

You started talking about lighter things and you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you’re aware of is waking up pressed against Stark’s chest.

“Morning, sleepy head.” He teased. “I’m married you know?”

You wiped your mouth and blinked around you. “Do you remember falling asleep?”

He furrowed his brow. “Yes.” He paused. “Uh, no. Maybe. Shit. That’s weird.”

The two of you decided to go walk for as long as you could while still allowing for time to get back before the lights switched off. By midday, you saw a house in the distance. You decided to head to that instead of back. The light was fading by the time you reached it.

It was your house. The one you left this morning.

“We must have got turned around,” Stark said, looking around him.

“You know we didn’t.” You muttered.

“We must have. We’ll try again. I’ll make a compass or something.”

That night you joined him drinking. The level of fear you feel was too much to deal with. You got very drunk and the sudden wake up happened a lot sooner than on previous nights. However, you woke with no hangover. Just suddenly you were aware of the light.

Days passed. Weeks even. Your fear ramped up and then dialed back. No one had attacked you. You must have been forced into some weird other plane of existence. It was unlikely you would be found, but at least you were safe. The food appeared to be limitless. You would just have to get used to it being you and Stark.

He seemed to be having more trouble with that than you. While you had no one in the real world, he had been married. Trying for a kid even. He spent days in the shed trying to get the nanites to work again and building other things he thought he could use to get out. The last time you had gone out there the starts of a new iron suit seemed to be in the works. You wondered if he really thought he could fly out of here or not.

“Do you think they’ve had a funeral for us, sir?”

It had been another day of Tony building and you trying to find a way out. Any hope you had of getting out was long gone. Even if you used your powers, you didn’t think there was anything you could do to get out of whatever pocket universe you were trapped in.

Stark’s face fell. “I don’t know. Not yet. I know Rhodey and Pepper. Unless they find a body they won’t give up hope.”

“I wonder if anyone would come to mine if they did.” You mused.

“I would have,” Stark said.

You laughed and took a drink. “That’s comforting.”

Tony leaned back on the couch looking at the ceiling. “Maybe we should try and make this place homier. I’m trying to get us out of here, but it’s been months and it’s like we’re just camping here.”

You nodded. “I think that might be a good idea.”

“I’m gonna get us out of here.” He said firmly.

You nodded again. “I know.” Though you didn’t believe him.

You woke again, pressed against Stark’s chest. This time he had his arms wrapped around you. You both pulled away suddenly. You embarrassed by the over-familiarity of the touch, while he seemed ashamed of it. Guilty about being so intimate with someone other than his wife.

“Why do we never sleep in a bed?” You asked.

“I don’t know. It’s like we just both pass out every night.”

You chewed your bottom lip and got up, not so sure he is right but unable to come up with a better explanation. “Yeah, maybe that’s what happens.”

You both spend the day cleaning the cabin. Making everything clean and tidy and more comfortable. After cleaning the bathroom you headed to the master bedroom, thinking maybe tonight you could try and sleep in an actual bed. You opened the door and you were greeted by what might be the most terrifying thing that has happened so far.

The bedroom was spotless. Not only was it spotless the bed itself looked like it had just been made up with new sheets and comforters. The absolute worst bit is there were candles lit and rose petals scattered over the floor and bed.

“Mister Stark.” You called, your voice cracked and shaking.

He appeared at the other end of the hall wearing large rubber gloves and an apron. “Can you please call me Tony?”

You shook your head and pointed to the bedroom. He walked up behind you and looked in the room. His brows knitted together and his head snapped toward you. “What part of I’m married and I love my wife don’t you understand?” He yelled.

“I didn’t do this. I thought you did this!” You yelped, shoving him.

“Why would I do this? I am not a cheater! I’m not just going to fuck some random agent because I got stuck on a mission with her!”

“Oh, so I’m just some random agent now!”

“You won’t even call me by my first name!” He yelled.

You backed away from him. Afraid that you might actually slap him. His stance changed, his shoulders sagging. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… This place is fucking with my head.”

“We have got to get out of here.” You whispered.

Time passed in a way where you know you experienced it, but then you weren’t sure either. You have memories of things that happened but not the memory of the small connector things that make someone’s life real. You and Stark become more comfortable with each other. You began to share more about yourselves. Your childhood and the things that led you each to be the way you were. You finally told him about your friend dying and how you blamed yourself. About how badly it made you need to keep your distance. He told you about the time in the cave and how he thought that he was just destined to lose everyone either because he drives them away or because they would be killed. That being trapped here seemed to be proof of that being true.

“I have a question that’s been bothering me,” Stark said one night. You think you must have been here for around six months now, but it was hard to tell. The fragmented nature of time made it hard to keep track.

“Best just say it, sir.”

“Why were you on our team?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t think I belonged?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just everyone on the team. We, well…”

“What about Agent Barton?” You said, knowing exactly how that sentence ends. He raised his eyebrow at you. “I’m enhanced. But I don’t like showing people. Captain Rogers knows what I can do.” You said. “When I do it, it makes people question reality. Then they get scared.”

Stark laughed. It sounded hollow. “I’m already questioning reality, dear. Why not show me?”

You sighed and went to find your things. You had a notepad and pen in your utility belt. Those were important for your powers to work. You sat down next to him. “Let’s say I gave you a gift right now. It was wrapped and in a box. What would you like to be in that box?”

“Scotch. A Macallan. Damn, I could kill for a nice single malt right now.” He answered quickly.

You nodded grim faced and started drawing a box. It was simple but you drew a bow on it. You pinched the paper and pulled. The box emerged from the paper. It was lopsided and exactly like it looked when it was just a drawing. Lined paper and everything. Only now it’s three dimensional and large enough to hold a bottle of Scotch.

“Here you go,” You said handing it to him. He looked at you his eyes wide. You knew there was nothing you could do to prepare him for what just happened. “Tony. It’s fine.”

“You called me, Tony.” He said.

“Mm-hmm.” You hummed, pushing the box into his hands. He unwrapped it and pulled the bottle of 69-year-aged McKellen.

He looked from the bottle to you to the bottle again completely dumbstruck.

“Yeah, I don’t know why I need to draw a box. Like I just made that out of nothing. Why can’t I just go ‘Scotch please’ and there be Scotch? If I draw the Scotch it works, but it’s off. Because it’s a drawing of Scotch. But if draw a box just about anything can be in it.” You explained.

“Anything can be in the box?” He asked, but there was something to his voice. Something other than the shock and disbelief and fear you normally hear when you do that trick. There’s anger there too.

“Yeah. I mean. I can’t draw your childhood dog and that be in there. But a dog could be in there.” You replied. “Please don’t look at me like that. I told you I hate showing people.”

“You mean to tell me, for the past six months we’ve been trapped here you could have summoned the things I need to get us the fuck out of here?” He asked pulling away from you and standing up. “What the fuck kind of game do you think you’re playing? Was that you that set up the bedroom like that? Is this some kind of game to wear me down so you can seduce me?”

You shook your head and for the first time since you saw Callie die, you felt like you were going to cry. “No. I swear. I have no idea how that happened. I would have told you about my powers if I thought they would help. I don’t know how they could possibly help. Nothing works here like it should. Time doesn’t even work here properly? Have you even noticed that?”

Tony shook his head. “I remember things.”

“I don’t like this place, Tony,” You said, pleading with him to understand. “I feel like people are messing with us. Do you think HYDRA put us here to see what we did?”

“My tech out does anything HYDRA has. Not even I have this kind of technology.” He said. “I don’t even think Wakanda has this kind of tech.”

You woke again resting against Tony’s chest. This time he didn’t have his shirt on. He leaned down and kissed you and for a second you forgot that you’d been doing that for weeks now. Then you remember how after you started calling him Tony, you started to not see him as your superior officer anymore. When that had happened you had softened the way you interacted with him, which made him become more comfortable around you. How you’d been working together, summoning the things he wanted until your fingers were calloused from drawing and nothing was working. How he had broken down and cried and cried about losing Pepper. How you’d held him and listened to the hopes he had that she had moved on. That he didn’t want to hurt her anymore and that if she could just move on she could have the life he had wanted to share with her. You remembered how when he had cried himself out he hand leaned in and kissed you.

It had taken a while to get from that guilt ridden kiss that came out of despair to here now, comfortable in bed together, but you were taking it slow. There had been no sex yet. He wasn’t ready and if Tony Stark of all people wasn’t ready to have sex, you needed to keep the brakes on. He needed time to grieve the wife he had lost. The best friend. The family he had built and the one he was getting ready to start. You had all the time in the world.

“Morning, honey.” He said.

“Morning, babe.” You replied smiling lazily.

He rolled over so he was pressed down on you, looking into your eyes. His thumb ran over your lip and he pushed it just into your mouth. You sucked on it for a moment and when he took it away you let out a sigh.

“What are you doing, Tony?”

He brought his lips to yours, licking along to top of your mouth. You hummed and sucked his bottom lip as you pulled away from him. “I love you, Tony. But I cannot start the day with another cold shower.”

Wait, when did you start saying the L word? You shook your head and the memory of you telling him you loved him two months ago filled your head. Then of how he returned it a month later, hesitant and slightly confused about his feelings.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, stroking his hand along your jaw.

“That time thing again.” You said with a shake of your head. “It feels like things didn’t happen until I focused on them.”

“What did you forget?” He asked, pulling back and looking down at you with concern.

“I felt like I forgot everything then. That we were way back at the start when I’d just started using your name.” Your voice shook a little as you spoke. You hated this and the fact Tony didn't seem to notice as much as you made you wonder if it was just you.

“You forgot that I was in love with you?” He asked.

You nodded. “God, Tony. That was scary. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

His lips brushed over yours. “I’m right here. You’re safe.”

You leaned your head against his cheek and he ran his fingers through your hair. “Honey?”

“Mm?”

“I’m ready.” He said.

The bedroom was decorated again. The candles and the rose petals returning like they appeared out of nowhere. For a second you forgot how they got there, then you didn't even care because Tony was kissing a trail down your naked body. His tongue went between your folds and you moaned. Every touch he made sent jolts through you. It was like he couldn't do anything wrong. He pushed three of his fingers into your cunt and your vaguely aware that is too many, it should hurt going from nothing to that so quickly but instead, it’s nothing but good.

You came apart under his touches, and when your orgasm hit, your you chanted his name. He crawled back up your body and while you kissed he entered you. You groaned loudly. For a second you tried to think about a time that sex had ever felt this good. Had there ever been an encounter where your partner could do no wrong? You clung to him as he kissed you, thrusting harder and harder into you. You came again and again until finally he spilled into you too and you both collapsed on the bed side by side, panting.

“That felt like how people pretend sex is.” You panted.

“It was pretty amazing. Where did you learn to do that thing with your tongue? I've had a lot of sex and no one has ever done that before.” He asked.

“What?” You asked not sure what thing he was referring to.

“When you were …” He gestured to his crotch. “You know? Sucking my dick and you curled your tongue and…You know?”

You were confused for a second and then remembered how you had sucked his cock too. How did you forget that?

You got up and ran to the bathroom, throwing up into the toilet.

Tony appeared behind you. He was dressed again. How did he dress so fast? “I’m telling you. It’s morning sickness.”

You looked up at him in a mixture of nausea and confusion. “What?”

“It’s been going on for weeks now. We haven’t been careful enough. How am I gonna deliver a baby on my own?”

“Right. For weeks.” You said. “I forgot.”

He helped you to your feet. You were dressed too. These blackouts were just becoming annoying now. “At least you asked me to marry you before this happened.”

Tony frowned. “I hate that we can’t do all of this properly. Have out life with other people. But then… I guess we wouldn't have either way. I had Pepper.”

You could see the guilt in his eyes. The part of him that felt bad that he had fallen in love again. The part that wanted what he had but wanted this too and wasn't sure how to process it.

“It's okay to miss her.” You assured him.

You were lying on the couch with Tony and he was running his hand over your baby bump before you have time to wonder what happened during this blackout you were pushing, and there was so much pain and you could hear Tony soothing you and telling you, you’re doing a great job. Then you were outside under the non-existent sun and your son and daughter were playing together.

You looked at Tony and he seemed so happy and all you were is confused. “Tony?”

“What’s wrong, honey?” He asked, turning from the kids and looking at you, a broad grin on his face.

“I love you.” You said not wanting to bother him and instead attempted to fill in the holes yourself.

“You blacked out again, didn’t you? How much time?” He asked.

“We were having sex for the first time.” You said.

“Honey. Are you okay? That was 12 years ago.” He said. He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes. It's strange because he didn’t look any older. “What are our kids' names?”

“James and Virginia.” You answered.

He smiled and kissed you softly. “That’s right. God, you worried me.”

The sun went out and Tony gripped your shoulder. “Do you smell that?” He asked.

“Smell what?” You asked.

“It’s like ammonia.”

“I don’t smell anything.” You said. The world did seem to be going fuzzy though.

Tony opened his eyes and blinked up at the faces hovering over him. “Platypus?”

“Hey Tones, you alright? You’ve been out for about an hour.” Rhodey said.

Tony sat up and his head spun. He looked around for you and called out your name. “What? But I was gone? Where is she?”

“Who?” Steve asked. “Maybe you should lie down, Tony.”

“We were gone. Where is she? She’s an agent but new.” Tony said trying to get to his feet. Frantic to find the woman he loved and the children he had with her.

Rhodey put a hand on his shoulder. “There’s no one by that name, Tones. I think you’ve been dreaming.”

Tony clutched at his chest. “We were gonna get married. I had kids, Rhodey.”

Rhodey ran his fingers through Tony’s hair. “Lie down. You’re safe. It was just a dream. We’ll get you home to Pepper and you can sleep it off, or whatever it is the two of you do.

Pepper! He'd lived a life. One without her. He has fallen in love and had kids and she was still here. How could he live with himself? He stumbled backward and Rhodey caught him. “Hey, Tony. Calm down. Sit. You’re gonna be alright. You just need to clear your head.”

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Domestic Frerard One-Shot #1 (Actually the first Chapter of a Fanfic I’m Writing)

Um, hi. I guess. I mean, that's how you talk to someone, right? Start with a simple "hi".

I'm Anne Iero-Way, and my dads are gay. Wow. It rhymes. But I'm serious. My dads are Frank Iero and Gerard Way, members of the world's greatest band, My Chemical Romance. Somehow, Frank got Gee pregnant, and I was born.

Anyway, I'm twelve, I have bright red hair (which I dyed without permission), hazel eyes, pale skin, and my locker is #708, so if you find this, you better give it to me or fucking tape it to my locker before I set all of my family's dogs on you. Trust me, we own A LOT of dogs.

Today has been a normal day so far. A few pricks here and there, but nothing out of the ordinary, though I did get a few dirty looks since I missed school for a week.

Anyway, I want to bitch slap this girl in my history class. She showed her friends some pictures of an older guy she thought was hot. She found his profile on Instagram. At first I was uninterested, but I eventually went to see who she was talking about.

I was so fucking shocked. She was talking about my uncle Mikey. My uncle, who she talked shit about simply because he was my uncle. My uncle Mikey, who I had gone to visit for a week. Oh, right. I forgot to tell you that's the reason I wasn't at school.

Since my dads and I are currently in LA, I've been able to see my aunt Avril more. Well, she's not really my aunt, but I got lost in one of her concerts when I was seven. I met her, and she was really nice. She even helped me find my dads. I'm going to a magic shop with her tomorrow.

You know what, it's weird to say my dads' names. I'm going to start calling Frank dad, and Gerard mum. Well, when I'm not around him, anyway. I don't think he'd like it very much.

Here's for hoping I find something cool tomorrow.

xoanne

Anne set both her pencil and her paper blog thingy on her bedside table. After that, she read a few fanfictions on her phone before turning it off and plugging it in to charge.

She checked the time before crawling back into bed. 3:28 in the morning. She'd be getting only about two hours of sleep. Two and a half if her brain decided it wanted a break, which probably wouldn't happen. Oh well. She could always grab some coffee before school.

Anne hardly ever drank coffee, besides frappuccinos, because damn that shit was good. But relying on caffeine for a day couldn't be too bad, could it? She already drank energy drinks on a regular basis when her dads weren't there, and Gerard did it all the time. She closed her eyes, hugged her Super Sons pillow (she loves DC, deal with it), and slept.

"AC, time for school!" Frank called from downstairs. AC was what Frank and Gerard called Anne, since her name was Anne Crimson, but none of Anne's friends knew her middle name. The nickname was also used by the adults she normally associated with (Mikey, Ray, Avril, Brendon, Melanie, etc), but it was mostly used around the house.

Anne hurried down the stairs, her black backpack slung over her right shoulder as she pulled on some leather fingerless gloves.

Gerard and Frank were subtly flirting and making breakfast together when Anne got to the kitchen. Once they sat down, the family of three talked about the potential MCR reunion. Gerard had pancakes with a side of egg whites, while Frank ate a spinach omelette and Anne practically devoured a Parmesan bagel. What? Cheese is good.

"Well, I gotta go. I need to talk to the UA crew," Gerard said, standing up from his chair. He grabbed his bag and hugged Anne before going up to Frank and kissing him. He was about to pull away, but Frank wouldn't let him, and the kiss quickly turned into a full-on make out session.

Anne slowly backed out of the dining room and went into the room where her dads kept the alcohol and all the drinks she wasn't allowed to have. As she reached for a can of Monster, she heard Gerard moan, and was grateful she had an excuse to leave.

After spending a good ten minutes drinking the can, she tossed it into the recycling bin in the corner and headed towards the back door. By the time she got there, Frank and Gerard had ended their lip war. Gerard was running a hand through his messy red hair, trying to smooth it down before he left.

"Goodbye, m- I mean, dad. See ya later. Oh, and remember, I'm going to the magic shop downtown with Avril later," Anne told Gerard as he opened the door. Gerard put a quick kiss on her forehead before exiting the house.

"Bye, AC. Don't do any stupid shit, alright," Gerard said with a giggle as he climbed into his black car.

#frerard #bottom gerard #top frank #domestic #one-shot #fanfic #oc #mpreg #domestic frerard #fluff

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jd-btsobsessed · 5 years

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A Shoulder to Cry On

A/N: Ooh, boy, this one took a while to nail down. This fic has gone through so many drafts and iterations of the core idea that I think I’ve lost track. This is one of the very first ideas I knew I wanted to do when I started writing fanfic, and I think I finally got it to where I’m happy with it.

Also, how the hell is this the first fic I’m posting that’s about Jungkook? Wow, for being a crazy obsessed fan...I’m really falling down on the job.

best-friends!AU, friends-to-lovers!AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Synopsis: It’s a typical boring Friday night/Saturday morning when your phone rings. Jungkook is on the other end...and he sounds...well, broken. Assuming this is due to yet another failed relationship, you let him into your apartment. But as the night progresses, it turns out all may not be as it appears...

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4K

Oh, my god, so bored.

That’s the only thought running through my head as I scroll through the most recent updates on Netflix. Why is there never anything good to watch? I glance at my phone for about the sixteenth time in two hours. Still no notifications. I don’t know what I was expecting. It’s not like I actually have friends. Well, except for Jungkook.

The two of us…yeah, we go way back. Like, all the way back to middle school. We’ve been best friends – and I mean best friends – for several years. We tell each other everything, and we’ve been through a lot of shit together. It’s so strange…Jungkook was actually my first crush, back before I even knew what a crush really was. I was thirteen, and as far as I was concerned, boys were icky…except for Jungkook. He…well, he wasn’t. I didn’t have any other explanation beyond that, but at the time I didn’t need one – I was a fickle teenager.

I don’t really remember how we actually started talking, but once we actually met and started hanging out, those feelings faded pretty quickly. I still thought he was cute – hell, I still do – but after I started to get to know him, I started to see him differently, and before I knew it we were best friends. Before the school year had ended we had already told each other every so-called “dirty” secret we had – most of which involved who we were crushing on at the time. Typical teenager-y shit, you know.

But it wasn’t until we got to high school that we really became super close. Our relationship really turned a corner after the very first time Jungkook had asked a girl out. She rejected him – I don’t really know who in their right mind would turn a boy like him down, but whatever – and he came over to my house, crying his eyes out and saying he would never ask another girl out ever again. I stayed up with him pretty much the entire night trying to do whatever I could to comfort him, which is perhaps why I remember falling asleep in history class the following day.

I didn’t have my first foray into the dating world until sophomore year, but when I did…oh, boy. Basically, I was an idiot. I had tried to be bold and ask a guy that I liked out for coffee one day, but as it happens that guy was a complete asshole. He not only rejected me, but told me that it was weird for a girl to ask a guy out in the first place. He said it “just wasn’t normal”. Whatever…dick.

So what did I do? I ran crying to Jungkook. I explained the whole thing to him – through sobs and hiccups, of course…I don’t know how he managed to understand a word I said that day. I do seem to remember the asshole coming to school the next day with a few cuts on his face and a bandaged hand though. Somehow I always knew it was Jungkook’s doing, but when I confronted him about it, he just told me not to worry and that should any other guys try to screw me over in any way, he would…take care of it. Hmm.

That cycle continued into our college years. Even though we ended up going to different schools, we weren’t more than a couple of hours apart, so it wasn’t that big of a deal for Jungkook to just jump in his car – I didn’t have a car at the time – and come crash in my dorm room. In fact, he made a habit of doing just that at least every other weekend. He claimed he had friends on campus besides me, but I never actually met those “friends”, and I’m not convinced they even existed, since Jungkook would never spend more than hour away from me when he visited.

But while my dating life had slowed way down – okay, I won’t lie, it was practically nonexistent – Jungkook’s had seemingly stayed quite steady over the years. It didn’t seem like he was too terribly interested in long-term relationships though, since the last time either of us had had to call the other for support was freshman year. Still, we stayed closer than ever, and we even planned it out so that we could both come to each other’s graduation parties. It was awesome.

I stifle a yawn as I toss my phone back onto the couch next to me. It is 2:00 in the morning. I should probably go to sleep soon. Aw, but it’s Saturday. Nobody cares if I sleep until 1:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday. Maybe I’ll just—

So show me, I’ll show you…Show me, I’ll show you…So show me, I’ll show—

“Hello?” I answer my phone, interrupting the beautiful melody I chose as a ringtone. Who on earth could be calling me at this hour of the—

“Y/N.”

The voice is quiet, broken…empty. I’m slightly taken aback at how inhuman it sounds – like an imitation of a human voice rather than the real thing.

“I know I woke you,” it continues, “but, please…this is really important…”

There’s only one person I know that I’ve ever heard sounding this broken…but why is he calling me at this ungodly hour of the night?

“Kookie?” I whisper. “Kookie, what’s wrong? Where are you?”

There’s a long pause, then Jungkook finally replies, “Can you let me in?”

I can hear muffled footsteps that suddenly stop in the background. I slowly get up and make my way to my apartment’s front door, wondering what on earth could’ve brought him to my doorstep at 2:00 in the morning. As the door swings open I nearly drop my phone at the sight that greets me.

It is Jungkook, but he’s a shell of his former self. His eyes are red, puffy, and hollow like a man whose soul has left him. His cheeks are still wet, presumably with tears he hasn’t bothered to wipe away. His dark brown hair is a tousled mess – it looks like he’s been running his hands through it all night. He stands in my doorway, his shoulders drooped and head hanging low. His whole demeanor is just…awful.

“Oh, my god, Kookie,” I whisper, moving forward to wrap my arms around his waist. “Oh, my god, what happened to you?”

“I can’t—” Jungkook’s sobs cut off his words as he drops his head to my shoulder.

He wastes no time curling his arms around me, holding me tightly to him like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go. His breathing is ragged and uneven as he cries into my sweatshirt, the sounds muffled by the weight of the material. I’ve never seen him this bad. All the times I’ve seen him fall apart over a girl…it’s never been this bad.

What the hell happened to him?

Ah, man, I think as I open my eyes. How long has it been?

I try to move under the blanket on the couch, but the weight of an extra body keeps me from going too far. Jungkook grumbles in his sleep, clutching my waist tighter to him as I try to reach for my phone. I unlock the screen and nearly drop the thing, momentarily blinded by its brightness.

4:00am. So it’s only been a couple of hours…yet somehow we both managed to fall asleep during that movie. I had insisted that we put on something lighthearted and fun, more for background noise than anything else. I know from experience that when Jungkook is sad or heartbroken or depressed – or all of the above – he needs something to distract him from the intensity of his feelings. He had insisted on cuddling up with me on the couch, which I was more than happy to do – I always am, especially when he’s in such a state – and that’s what brings us to our current situation.

Setting my phone down, I gently stroke the top of Jungkook’s head as it rests on my chest. Jungkook’s said before that my boobs make pretty nice pillows – typical college guy, but it’s never offended me. I’d rather be told that than the laundry list of downright awful pickup lines that have been thrown at me in various party settings.

Poor guy. I wonder what exactly happened to reduce him to such a pitiful state.

Just as I’m thinking this, I feel Jungkook stir on top of me. His legs move just enough to support him so that he can heft his head off of my chest and look at me with sleepy eyes.

“Hmm,” he groans, his voice rough and gravelly. “What time is it?”

“4:00,” I whisper, using the opportunity to readjust my legs under him.

Jungkook’s head drops softly back to my chest and he makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a chuckle. I swallow the giggle that bubbles up at the sight, but just as I’m about to say something, a familiar sound fills the air – the rumbles of my empty stomach.

“Hungry?” Jungkook quips lazily as he peels himself off of me. “I am too.”

I move to stand, thanking the powers that be for the freedom of movement. Sometimes I forget how heavy that boy is. I mean, he is a good eight or so inches taller than I am, so it makes sense. It’s just been quite a while since anything like this has happened – long enough that I forgot what it feels like to have a full-grown man sprawled on top of me.

A good twenty or so minutes later I’m setting a big bowl of ramen in front of Jungkook at my tiny breakfast bar. The boy closes his eyes and slowly inhales, almost drinking in the steam coming off of the broth, and for the first time tonight, he smiles. It’s small and very much more subdued than usual, but I’ll take it.

“Thanks,” he says softly, looking at me with genuine gratitude on his face.

“Ah, it’s no big thing. You know you can always—”

“No,” Jungkook cuts me off, reaching for my hand and looking directly into my eyes, “I’m serious.”

Uh, okay. It’s just ramen. The question from before flashes back to my mind, and now I’m more curious than ever. My concern for Jungkook’s wellbeing is also still present, but has definitely lessened given what’s gone down in the last couple of hours. I watch as the boy starts eating, and I think perhaps he might be ready to talk. It’s just a matter of how to ask him.

“Um,” I begin tentatively, “so, do you wanna, you know…talk about…anything?”

“Like?” Jungkook replies without looking up from his noodles.

“Like, why you’re sitting in my kitchen at 4:00am slurping down a huge bowl of ramen…”

“What? I like the ramen you make. Is that a crime all of a sudden?”

“Jungkook…”

My voice is firm yet gentle as I grab his hand and look him dead in the eyes.

“Why are you here?”

The boy doesn’t say anything right away. Instead he just stares wide-eyed at me, seemingly searching my face for something. It’s not uncomfortable yet, but if the air in here gets any heavier, it’s gonna give the smog outside a run for its money.

“I can’t tell you,” Jungkook finally says in a hollow voice as he drops his gaze to his bowl.

“What? Why not?” I ask, the frustration building up in my voice. “Do you think I’ll be mad at you or something? Because if that’s the case, I don’t know where you’ve been for the last decade. You should know by now that it would take—”

“That’s not it. At least, I hope not.”

Jungkook sighs quietly, searching the air above him for the words he needs.

“Then what is it?” I ask slowly, confused more by his tone than his words.

Silence takes over the room for a moment as Jungkook gazes back at me, his eyes filled with something I’ve never seen in them before – guilt. Okay, this is getting too real.

“Kookie, you’re starting to scare me. You’ve gotta tell me what’s wrong. Normally I wouldn’t push this hard, but I want to help you, and I can’t if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

“I want to tell you,” the boy whispers, “really, I do. But…it’s just…”

A forceful sigh leaves his lips, and his eyes fall back to the countertop. This is really weird – and it’s actually starting to freak me out a little. I’ve never, never seen Jungkook like this – usually, even when he’s just been dumped, he closes in on himself for a few days. During those times he hardly ever says anything until he’s ready to talk about what happened. But he never, never flat out refuses to tell me what’s bothering him.

As my concern for my best friend grows, I decide to take a different approach.

“Are you just not ready to talk yet?” I ask, voice barely above a whisper. “If that’s it, then that’s cool. We can just hang out for a while – watch something else if you want. I don’t care. You’re just… You’re really freaking me out here, Kookie.”

I get my answer when Jungkook stands, comes around the breakfast bar, and swallows me in a tight hug. I waste no time hugging him back, and my eyes close as I hear his breath hitch in his chest. The tears are coming back. I’m just about to say something else when Jungkook beats me to the punch.

“Thank you,” he muffles into my sweatshirt, sniffing a little.

He pulls back, wiping his face with the sleeve of his black hoodie.

“You can, um, go to bed…if you want,” he mumbles. “I can just crash on the couch.”

“Are you sure?” I ask gently, taking a tentative step forward. “You sure you don’t want a cuddle buddy or anything? You know I’m okay with that…”

Jungkook shakes his head and forces a weak smile onto his face, but his eyes stay murky and dark. I nod, turning to head for my bedroom. I feel bad for just leaving him alone like this…but if it’s what he wants, then I guess that’s his choice. Man, I can’t wait for this to blow over so I can find out what actually happened to mess him up so badly. Call me calloused if you want, but at this point, I’m beyond curious to know…well, everything.

I take my time getting ready for bed – and I won’t lie, my conscience is needling me to go back to the living room and force Jungkook to either let me stay on the couch with him or drag him back to my room and make him sleep in there. I’m not necessarily scared to leave him alone – I just feel like an awful friend for not pushing harder when I know he’s probably not in a terribly stable state of mind. In fact, I feel so bad about it that, after only twenty minutes of tossing and turning in bed, I sit up.

Fuck this, I think as I toss my blankets aside.

The living room is dark and still when I open my door – and I mean, really, what was I expecting? Jungkook said he was going to go to sleep on the couch. Still, though, I slowly inch forward. There’s just enough light from the streetlights outside for me to navigate around my furniture, and I notice a human-shaped lump on my couch as I approach.

Hmm. I guess he really meant what he said. Well…now I feel stupid for even coming out here. I was worried for nothing. Oh, well. Better to satisfy my curiosity and wandering mind than lay in bed for the remaining hours until sunrise and wonder. All right, well, back to bed—

“Oh…god.”

The utterance is soft, but in the absence of all other ambient sound in the room, it sounds startlingly loud. I jump in place and turn to see Jungkook half propped up on the couch, his eyes wide and fixated on me. It’s now I remember what I’m wearing – or rather, not wearing. Pants. I chose to sleep in just an oversized t-shirt and panties tonight, more out of laziness than anything else. It’s laundry day tomorrow – cut me a break.

My cheeks immediately start to heat up as I realize the predicament I’m in – which is weird, because throughout all the years of our friendship, Jungkook has never cared about this kind of shit. It’s always been, “eh, sure, run around half-naked – I don’t give a fuck”. That kind of mutual attitude is the reason why I know beyond a shadow of a doubt how amazingly ripped my best friend is. He’s walked around in my dorm room in just boxers before due to an accident involving a large soda and an unsteady table. Yeah, that was a fun day.

“Oh, uh, s-sorry,” I stammer, turning frantically to run for my bedroom – and almost immediately banging my shin into the edge of my coffee table. “Oh, god! Ow!”

I fall to my knees, clutching my sore leg and squeezing my eyes shut against the pain – which is why I don’t notice when Jungkook joins me on the floor.

“That sounded pretty bad,” he says from right beside me, making me jump again. “I heard that thunk – you’ll definitely have a bruise tomorrow.”

There’s a pause as he turns on the flashlight on his phone and sets it aside so it doesn’t blind us, and then, “Why are you still awake?”

“Why are you still awake?” I repeat back. “I would’ve thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“I was getting there. I was actually just starting to doze off when I heard your door open. After a few minutes of not hearing anything, I decided to roll over and see what was up, but when I did…well…”

Jungkook gestures to my entirely exposed legs before sheepishly locking his eyes on the floor. Well, shit. I’m the one that stopped him from going to sleep. Now I feel like an even worse friend than before.

“Oh, sorry…about that,” I mumble, surreptitiously trying to pull my t-shirt down to cover my legs.

“What’s your excuse?” Jungkook asks.

“I, uh, couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t help feeling awful for just leaving you alone like this, so I finally gave up and came out to see if you were really okay.”

A tiny smile crosses Jungkook’s face as he looks back up at me, and this time his eyes look…different from before. Before they were heavy and black, swirling with pent up emotion that needed to be released. But now they’re…I don’t know, lighter? Brighter? Happier?

The silence stretches on, our gazes locked on one another. It’s now that I notice a definite shift in atmosphere surrounding the two of us. Jungkook starts to scoot closer to me, and I begin to internally panic as he reaches for my hand – the one that’s still holding the sore spot from a few minutes ago. Softly, tenderly, he begins to pull my fingers away from my leg, and before I can say anything, he leans in and places a featherlight kiss on my shin.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers so softly I almost miss it.

Okay. This has taken a turn I was not expecting. Not that I’m complaining – far from it, in fact. But there’s no denying that this is a little weird, especially coming from Jungkook of all people. I mean, this is the guy that used to ruffle my hair and chase me around the park with dead bugs that he’d found and wanted to make me touch. This is the guy that used to brag about being able to drink any of his buddies under the table, even challenging his roommates to prove him wrong. That guy…that guy is the one holding my hand and kissing my leg because I hurt myself on accident. That guy is the one cradling my face in his hands, tenderly brushing his thumb over my cheekbone. That guy is the one leaning in to kiss me…

It’s not a very long or involved kiss – more like just a firm peck on my lips – but somehow it feels like so much more. We sit in silence after Jungkook pulls away, and he leans his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. I think he must expect me to push him away or something, because he doesn’t move for several minutes. Meanwhile, all I can do is blink and try to convince myself that I’m not dreaming – that really just happened. What the actual fuck—

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mutters, still not opening his eyes, “but I couldn’t hold back anymore. I’ve wanted to do that for…oh, god, so long. You have no idea.”

“W-why?” I finally squeeze out.

Jungkook’s eyes open and our gazes lock once more.

“Because…” he sighs, “I… Well, I might as well say it. I love you, Y/N, so much. I don’t know exactly when it started, but what I do know is…I’m crazy about you. That’s what I couldn’t tell you earlier. I was too—”

“No,” I cut him off.

Jungkook’s brow furrows and his expression falters.

“No? No what?”

“Why…are you sorry?”

That question seems to stump Jungkook, and we sit in silence yet again, but now my head is beginning to clear. I’m starting to wrap my brain around what’s been happening these last few hours…and why Jungkook was so startled to see me in only a t-shirt and underwear. He cares now because he doesn’t see me as just a friend anymore. The days of him chasing me around and laughing at my cheesy teenage attempts to be sexy are gone – and now it’s time for a change.

I feel my mouth stretch into a smile as I close the distance between us, stopping millimeters above Jungkook’s lips.

“If you’re gonna kiss me,” I whisper, “at least do it right.”

There’s a half-second pause where I see Jungkook’s eyes light up, and I realize I just gave him the permission he was secretly asking for – and I’m totally okay with that. He practically pounces on me then, his fingers threading into my hair, his lips hot and heavy on mine. It doesn’t take long for him to slip his tongue into my mouth, and I can’t contain the moan that slips from the back of my throat.

Jungkook pulls away long enough for us to breathe and whispers against my kiss-bitten lips, “Well, I guess my secret’s out. It’s your choice though whether or not this goes anywhere.”

I’m panting heavily at this point, and my head is foggy with overwhelming arousal. I never realized before how amazingly sexy Jungkook is…but damn, if I’d known he was this good of a kisser, I would’ve been on top of that shit a long time ago. As to Jungkook’s assertion regarding my choice in the matter – hell, I’d be the biggest idiot in the known universe if I passed up an opportunity like this. I know already what I want as I pull Jungkook to his feet alongside me.

Stretching up on tiptoe, I whisper, “What if you don’t like my choice?”

There’s a dark glint in Jungkook’s eyes as he gazes hungrily back at me and smirks.

“Somehow,” he says, eyes fixed on my lips, “I don’t think there’s much of a chance of that happening.”

I smile and slide my hands down his firm chest, looping my arms around his waist. With a quirk of an eyebrow, I slip both hands into the back pockets of Jungkook’s jeans, and I relish the feeling and sound of his breath catching in his throat.

Letting out a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl, Jungkook leans down and whispers, “You keep that up, and I’ll make sure you don’t cum first.”

“Oh, really? Well, we’ll see about that,” I punctuate my statement with a slight squeeze to Jungkook’s ass, “now won’t we?”

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jungkook #bts scenario #fanfic #bestfriends!au #friendstolovers!au

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zigbaby-blog · 6 years

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You Got Me At Hello

Series: The Freshman

Pairing: Zig x MC (Vanny)

Author’s note: Hey! This is my first fanfic ever, with zero experience of prior writing. I was never really a books person, but having replayed The Freshman series made me fall in love with Zig all over again. I’ve been binge reading other fanfics and it came to me that I really wanna write my own, too! Pardon any grammatical mistakes, I’m only crossing fingers that my first post on a new blog gets noticed at all.

“VANNY!” Kaitlyn screamed as she stomped her feet down the hall, stopping short right before her door. “Get the hell up! It’s been three weeks since I saw you,” slamming her room door open, “even though we live in the same house!”

She forced her eyes open only to be invited by a ray of white light, almost blinding her. With her right arm raised, blocking the sunlight coming through the window, her free hand scrambled to search for her phone on the bed. “9AM?!” She sighed, “I was only 2 hours into my sleep...”

“C’mon,” Kaitlyn shrugged, “when are you ever going to come back to reality?” Bracing herself for the giddy spells, Vanny sat herself up, staring at a random corner to avoid facing her best friend - who was now sitting at the edge of her bed, arms crossed.

Rubbing both sides of her temple, she tried to recall. All that came to her mind was alcohol, dancing with strangers, getting herself sloshed and only returning home at daylight. That explains. That explains why nobody in the house have seen her for weeks. She was intentionally shutting herself out from everyone, determined to escape from all the shits constantly thrown at her.

Before she snapped out of her memory, Kaitlyn stood up and marched towards her wardrobe, picking out her go-to oversized tee and shorts. “Let’s go,” she jerked her chin, “I’m not letting you carry on with this routine.”

“But-“

“Move. Or I’ll ring up the boys and make them come back and lift you,” she frowned.

Ugh. She struggled to keep her balance as she stood up, fighting this immense headache. Just how much did I drink? She thought to herself.

———

Dragging her non-cooperative body and what felt like an hour walk, Vanny pushed open the cafe’s door. *Ding* As if the pain in her head wasn’t bad enough, the loud chattering from students on a Monday morning and the bell that sounded on each ready drink made it worse. “Vanny!” the group exclaimed. It’s Zack, Chris, Abbie and Tyler. The whole gang’s here, she had to pull herself together. Tucking her stray hair behind the ear, she forced a smile while walking to their table. “Hey guys, it’s been awhile, huh?”

They knew she was off, and didn’t probe about her disappearance.

Sleep deprived and still half-drunk, she wasn’t ready to catch up with the clique. She needed her caffeine fix, and it wasn’t until she joined the queue that she noticed the new barista. Wow. “Yeah, that’s what you missed since you were gone.” Kaitlyn grinned. “He’s totally checking you out by the way.” She stared a little longer before responding, “He must be thinking I look like a mess.”

It didn’t take long for the line to move until it was her turn. She looked up at the counter, welcomed by a smirk on his face. Damn. She felt her cheeks flushed before quickly pointing at the menu. “Espresso?” his round, husky voice was music to my ears. “Make it two,” Vanny muttered.

She inched forward to the collection point, eyes never left sight of this tanned, buffed guy making her coffee. He looked so good in his white t-shirt, revealing what seems like an owl tattoo on his biceps. “Enjoy your coffee,” he smirked again. She could’ve swore that brightened up her morning - until the door opened behind, feeling someone walk towards her back and deliberately knock against her shoulder.

“Sebastian,” Chris shouted, “apologize.” The whole gang stood up on their feet, knowing his ill-intentions. Vanny turned to Chris, shaking her head lightly, signalling that it wasn’t worth it to start a fight. The atmosphere became intensed. All the curious eyes were on the commotion happening right at the front of the store. Before she could open her mouth to speak, Sebastian grabbed her by her arm with so much force - she yelped.

At this point, it was clear that he was out to intimidate Chris. He wasn’t pleased with the presidential election, and she was the easiest target to hit. “Hey! Back off!” Chris shouted again, livid with rage. Feeling smug, Sebastian rebutted, “Oh? Is that all you’ve got?” Without releasing any strength, he held on to her arm and gave it an excruciating twist. Vanny writhed in pain, almost losing sensation.

“OWWW,” Sebastian cried, before a loud thud was heard. With her arm finally free, she gathered whatever energy she had to look up and see. It was the barista, his hands clenched into fists, knuckles began to bruise and swell. Astonished, Sebastian got up on his knees, ready to challenge him. Yet a strong tuck at his collar made him flee.

Everyone stood frozen, dumbfounded by the abrupt situation. Slowly, chatters began to fill the cafe again while Vanny’s friends circled her. “Are you okay?,” Chris examined her arm. “I apologize for getting you into this, Van.” Guilt showed up on his face. “It’s okay... Look, it’s functioning again.” She moved the arm marked with an obvious red handprint, pursing her lips into a faint smile. “You should probably go check on him too,” Abbie nudged her while looking behind the counter.

There he was, carefully shaking his knuckles that’s now badly bruised. “Hey, thanks for standing up for us.” Vanny said, as she stood before him while clutching onto her arm.

“I couldn’t possibly watch him hurt you and do nothing.”

Her heart softened, hearing those words from a stranger. The lack of security made her independent, she never knew what it was like to feel protected. “Let me help you,” she gestured to his wound. His eyes lightened up, surprised that she entered behind the counter. As the students slowly strolled to their classes, she hurried to ice his hands. Standing so close beside him, she could smell the minty fragrance from his shampoo. She must’ve taken a deep sniff before he pulled his hands back and turned away. I was dreaming about this guy, aren’t I?

Confused, Vanny was ready to leave before she felt the touch of his fingers on her waist. “Wait,” he stopped her, “you’re hurt too.” She can’t help but scream inside, heart racing at how attentive this tough-looking guy is.

He was so near, chest-facing her while he gently took care of her arm. His heavy breathing made her relaxed. She pointed to his name tag, “Zig, huh?”

“Zigmund. Zig for short,” he took a quick glance at her reaction. “You?”

“Vanessa. My friends call me Vanny.” She grinned.

Finishing up with a cold pat, he lifted her arm and shook it with his own hand, “Fancy meeting you.” His trademark smirk so irresistible, it wasn’t until Kaitlyn waved at her from the table that she realized lines had formed at the counter. “I gotta go,” she tip-toed and whispered into his ears. He turned to meet her gaze, seemingly heard the reluctance in her tone. “Come look for me anytime, I’ll be here.”

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parkerrogersgirl · 7 years

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Happy Accident Part VII

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,861

Warnings: Steve being cute, fluff, more fluff, swearing, SMUT!!!!!!! NSFW!!!! Also might be bad smut cuz I’ve never done this before ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary: After he saves you from being injured at the gym, THE Steve Rogers asks you out. Little by little, you start falling in love with every part of him, his quirks, his old-fashionedness, and his charm. But are you ready to let your guard down and let him in?

Author’s Note: HI EVERYONE! This is my first ever fic, so please give me feedback in my asks and like/reblog! And I will be taking requests, so feel free to send me some of those. Let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! On another note, I have to mention @sis-tafics because this fic probably wouldn’t exist without her support. She encouraged me to write this, and I’m eternally grateful. Thanks, Jill! Also thanks to the marvelous @my-emotional-selffor pretty much inspiring me with her KILLLLLLLER Chris Evans fanfic! And thank you to @lonelyvampirequeen for becoming my editor!

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You squeal, jumping on his as you wrap your arms and legs around Steve.

“Wow, I should go away every weekend if I’m gonna be greeted like this.” He hugs you to him, careful not to touch you with the flowers.

“Don’t you dare,” you lean down, kissing him passionately.

He moans into the kiss, pulling you tighter, “babe should we maybe go upstairs? It’s kind of freezing out here.”

You grimace, “right, sorry.” You start to get off of him. He stops you from climbing down, holding you up. “No, I like this,” he winks at you, taking your keys to unlock the lobby door. He walks with you, carrying you into the elevator. He hangs the flowers in the handles on the walls. Steve puts his hands on your lower back, moving in to kiss you deeply and roughly.

“God, I missed you,” you moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. The elevator reaches your floor and you climb off of him. He takes the flowers and walks with you as you unlock your apartment door, stepping inside. You lock the door while Steve puts the roses in the vase, along with the flowers from the other day. You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around him again.

You look up to meet his eyes, “so the mission went okay?”

“Yeah, it was easy. Just in and out.” He kisses your forehead, holding onto you tight. He looks down at you, laughing to himself. “We match.”

You look him up and down, seeing that Steve is also wearing black jeans and a white shirt. You grin at him, “that we do.”

He places his finger under your chin to tilt your head up, kissing your lips softly. “Should we go to bed?”

You take his hand, walking toward the bedroom as you feel your anxiety start to go up. He squeezes your hand, watching you as you fall onto the bed. He moves on top of you, a hand on your cheek as he leans down, kissing you passionately.

“Babe, are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

You shake your head, looking into his mesmerizing eyes, “I want this, Steve. I trust you.”

He kisses you again, harder, more passionately, stroking your cheek as you kiss. You moan into the kiss, biting his bottom lip. He kisses you more roughly, his hands moving to the bottom hem of your shirt.

“May I?”

You nod slowly, looking into his eyes as he pulls off your shirt, slipping it over your head. You slip your hands up his back, raising your eyebrows at him as a question. He nods, maintaining eye contact as you pull off his shirt. You gasp seeing his perfect chest, looking into his eyes. “Jesus, Steve. Now I’m all self-conscious.”

He shakes his head, reaching behind you to unclip your bra, dropping it next to the bed. “Don’t you dare say stuff like that, baby. You’re beautiful.” He kisses your lip once, slowly trailing down. He reaches your neck, sucking lightly and evoking a moan from you. He moves down again, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly before switching to the other one. He moves his hands down to the waistband of your jeans, looking up questioningly. You nod, taking a breath. He kisses back up your body, pressing his lips to yours as he reaches down, undoing your pants before his hand slides in. You gasp and kiss him more roughly, feeling his hand in your underwear, starting to stroke your clit lightly. He kisses you harder, moving his hand out quickly to slide off your pants, along with your thong, which you were actually glad you had worn. He moves back down your body, winking at you before placing his lips on your dripping core.

“Oh, God,” you moan loudly.

He smirks up at you, “nah, baby. My name is Steve.” He starts to slowly lick your clit, sliding a finger inside of you. “You’re so wet.”

You bite your lip, holding in a moan as he moves his finger inside you, tantalizingly slow.

“Steve, please…” You beg him.

He looks up at you, raising an eyebrow at you as he keeps teasing you with his tongue, “what’s wrong, doll?”

You moan, “I need you, baby.”

“As you wish,” he lets out a low, guttural groan as he stands up at the edge of the bed, hurriedly undoing his belt and zipper, taking off his jeans and boxers. Your mouth gapes open at the sight of his length.

He gets on all fours onto the bed, crawling towards you. He gets on his knees in front of you, pumping his cock a few times before getting back on top of you, leaning down to kiss you roughly. You kiss back, reaching down to rub him a few times and he lets out a primal groan.

“Jesus, doll……..” He kisses you harder, sliding into you slowly.

You gasp as he fills you up gradually, propping himself up with an elbow on either side of your head. “Steve, you feel incredible.” He buries himself all the way inside you, stretching your inner walls as he starts to thrust slowly. You wrap your arms around his back, holding onto his shoulders as he moves inside you.

“Baby, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last… I fit into you perfectly.” He starts to speed up, moaning your name as he does so.

Your breathing speeds up as he fits his head between your neck and shoulder, nibbling on your ear. “Oh, Captain!” You yell.

He moans loudly, thrusting even faster, “Where should I….?”

You moan into his ear. “I’m on the pill, but you can………” you pause, “wherever you’d prefer.”

He thrusts faster and deeper, moaning in your ear, “I’m close babe.” Your breathing speeds up as you release, pulling Steve closer to as you kiss him passionately. He climaxes inside you at the same time, kissing back, running his fingers through your hair. He pulls away a little, looking into your eyes, “that was….”

“… perfect,” you finish, kissing the tip of his nose.

He pulls out of you, laying on his side, pulling you gently so you’re facing him, “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, honey.” You kiss him softly, intertwining your legs with his. “So…. was that…?”

He blushes, looking at you, “yes, that was my first time.”

“I never would’ve guessed,” you smirk at him.

He smiles, brushing the hair out of your face, “we should probably get some sleep, doll.”

As if on cue, you yawn, “that’s a good idea.” You roll over so you’re facing away from him, scooting back against him.

He nuzzles your neck, pulling you close to him, “I love you so much, doll.”

“I love you too,” you mumble as you fall asleep.

You wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon, stretching as you sit up. You put on Steve’s flannel shirt and his boxers again, walking out to the kitchen. You see Steve in fresh clothes, quietly up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder.

“Good morning, honey.”

He turns his head slightly to smile at you, “hey there, beautiful. I like your outfit.” He winks at you.

You shrug, “thanks, my super special boyfriend let me borrow it.”

“A boyfriend, huh? Uh-oh, wish you would’ve told me you had a boyfriend before we did what we did last night.” He finishes cooking, putting the bacon and eggs onto plates on the counter, then turns to kiss you.

You kiss him back, “you’re the boyfriend, dummy. If my mother knew I was dating an older man, I don’t even know what she’d say.”

He pulls away, looking down at you, “what’d you just say about my age?”

“Nothing, honey.” You wink, giggling as you kiss him again.

He shakes his head, letting go of you, “alright, alright, now it’s time to eat. I haven’t been cooking all this time for no reason.” He takes the plates over to the dining room table and you sit down while Steve gets the coffee and brings it over, sitting next to you.

You take a bite, smiling at him as you chew, “you’re such a good cook, love.” You keep eating, smiling as he scoots his chair closer to yours.

“Doll, this is an easy meal. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” He keeps eating, taking breaks to drink the coffee.

You look up over at him, “did you go home and change?”

He shakes his head, swallowing his bite before answering. “Nah, babe, I went home before I came here last night. I was hoping you’d let me stay the night.”

You yawn between bites, covering your mouth, “excuse me.”

“You tired, babe?” He smirks at you.

“Yeah, we exerted quite a bit of energy last night.” You wink as you keep eating.

He finishes and looks over at you, “gotta eat a big meal if we wanna use up more energy later.” “Wait, what do you mean?” You finish your food and chug the rest of your coffee.

“We’re spending the day together, right?”

You turn to him, shaking your head. “No? I have work in a few hours.”

“Seriously? I was gone for two days and you won’t even take off work to spend the day with me?”

“Babe, work is an obligation. I love you, but I can’t just call off with no notice.”

He starts to raise his voice, “you won’t even try for me? Even after what happened last night? Do I not matter enough?” You give him a stern look and shout, annoyed. “Of COURSE you matter, Steve. If you didn’t, last night wouldn’t have happened.”

Steve looks at you apologetically, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). Can you at least call and try? Heck, I’ll call and if it’s Sarah, I’m sure she’ll be okay with it.”

You groan, taking out your phone. “Fine, you can try, but I doubt it’ll be okay.” You dial your work number and hand him the phone.

He kisses you softly and takes the phone from you. “Hey, is this Sarah?… Yeah, it’s Steve, (Y/N)’s boyfriend…. I’m great, how are you?… Glad to hear it. Listen, Sarah, I could use your help with a bit of a situation I’ve got….. I know (Y/N) is supposed to work today, but I just got in from being out of the country for a few days, and I was wondering if anyone else could cover for her? I just wanna spend the day with my best girl… Really? Great, thanks, Sarah. You’re swell.” Steve smirks at you, giving you your phone back. “Sarah must really love you, she just gave you the day off.”

You roll your eyes at him, “I’m sure you’re so proud of yourself.”

“Oh, I am.” He pulls you closer to him, kissing you deeply.

You kiss back, only pulling away to catch your breath. “So what are we doing today?”

He winks at you, “I have a couple ideas, doll.”

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boy-at-a-bus-stop · 7 years

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So here is the second chapter of this fanfic, a bit more happening this time :) I hope my writing style isn’t too annoying, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Two

When I opened the door to the studio the next morning I immediately knew there was something different than all the other days and it became even clearer when I entered and was greeted with a surprising sight: John and Josh were sitting in the actual recording room, just playing guitar. To be honest I still find it kinda funny to say both their names after one another since they sound so similar. Josh John John Josh, even their middle names start with the same first letter, Adam Anthony Anthony Adam… okay enough of the wordplay.

I decided to keep in the background and not disturb them so I went in, closed the door silently, took off my shoes and sat down on one of the old couches close to the open door that led to the recording room. The couch was turned away from the door facing another couch and for that reason I couldn’t see them so all I did was listen closely and after a few minutes I closed my eyes and left the real world, just listening to the music. I didn’t fall asleep if you thought of that right now, I wasn’t even slightly tired, I just tried to really focus on what I heard. I heard some parts of songs I knew every now and then but they never played the whole songs which sometimes left me a bit disappointed if they played parts of songs I loved. But instead they changed little things which led into them playing something entirely new, then they went on to the next song. They never stopped playing, they didn’t talk at all but they seemed to know what would sound good in this very moment and didn’t shy away from playing what they felt was right. I’m still wondering how they did this. I mean, they had to communicate in some way, right? Had they found out how telepathy works? I’ll probably never know. Why didn’t I ask them back then?

Anyways, I didn’t even notice it right away when they stopped because I still felt the music I had just heard send shivers down my spine. “I didn’t notice you coming in. When did you come?”, I heard Josh say behind me and it made me jump. My eyes shot open and I turned around to see both of them standing in the doorway. I squinted my eyes because the bright light right above my head gave me a headache and said, “Wow, I didn’t notice you had stopped… I have no idea…” When I looked at my watch I saw it was 10 already. “About an hour ago… Where’s Bob?” Josh shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he overslept” John walked towards the kitchen area which wasn’t a kitchen really, just a few cupboards, a sink and a small stove which had never been used as far as I know and asked if I wanted coffee. We only had the choice between drip coffee and instant coffe since there wasn’t a proper coffee machine in the studio, and both wasn’t really my cup of tea, or better said coffee, but as a caffeine addict I couldn’t help but drink it nevertheless. So a few minutes later John sat next to me and Josh sat on the other couch, each of us with a coffee mug in their hands. “How long have you been here? You were already playing when I came here”, I finally ask after a few minutes of silence. “I came here around 8 and Josh, you were here already…” “Yeah I came in just a few minutes earlier…” Award silence filled the room for a few minutes and nobody really knew what to say. “By the way, did we wake you up?”, Josh finally asked. “No no, I wasn’t sleeping, I was just listening to your music and kind of disconnected with my surroundings… You know what I mean, don’t you? I didn’t sleep though”, I said and laughed, I bit embarrassed. Josh blushed but gave me a small smile, obviously kind of embarrassed himself. “So you liked what you heard?”, he then asked. I smiled back at him, “Yeah, I loved it. Listening to you two playing music is really… calming and inspiring… you should do it again sometime” “Yeah, I thought so, too…”, John said, seemingly to Josh’s surprise. He blushed even more and his smile got even wider at John’s comment. I took a sip of my coffee, it tasted disgusting so I got up and put even more sugar in it. I normally don’t put sugar in my coffee but this one was so disgusting that I needed some. Or better said, a lot of sugar. I turned around and leaned against one of the cupboards. “Yeah, anytime…”, Josh now said and right in this moment the door swung open. “Hey guys…”, Bob mumbled as he entered, he didn’t seem to be in a good mood. “Hey, why that late?”, I asked, looking him up and down. “I had Anthony come over, showed him some of the recordings”, he answered, yawning. “Our recordings?”, Josh asked surprised. “Yeah, do you know any other recordings I could be talking about?!” Okay, things were clearly going down the wrong path. I raised my eyebrows while John and I were looking at each other. He was definitely thinking the same as I did. This wasn’t going to end well. “Why did you show them to Anthony?”, John now asked. “Why did I even tell you…”, Bob said to himself but loud enough for us to hear before answering, “Can’t I just show my work to a close friend?! What’s the matter anyway, you know Anthony, I just wanted him to give it a listen.” “Well, I don’t know him…”, Josh now said more to himself than to anyone else but it was clear that it really bothered him that Bob had shown his work to a person he didn’t know without even asking him beforehand. “You’ll get to know him soon enough.” “Great…”, was all Josh said in response to that. Okay, so now we had reached the passiv-aggressive phase of the argument which meant things would either escalate right now or they would escalate in the next fight. And if they escalated in the next fight it would probably be worse than if they escalated now. How did I know that? Personal experience.

But instead of speaking up again Josh excused himself to the bathroom and left the room without looking up from the floor one single time. Bob changed the topic as soon as the door had closed behind him. “So what did you do while I wasn’t here?” He said while pouring himself some coffee. I thought to myself that hopefully his coffee tasted as disgusting as mine did. After some more talking, a heated argument about John’s solo (this time between John and Bob), Josh’s return about ten minutes after he had left (one could still feel the tension between him and Bob), some more recording and another heated argument about John’s solo (again between Bob and John, Josh and I preferred not to get involved in their arguments), the day’s work was done and we all proceeded to pack our things when all of a sudden someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Josh standing in front of me, looking nervous. “Hey, I, um, I just… I just wanted to ask… John’s coming over to my place for a bit to… to jam some more… and I asked myself… well… I just wanted to know if you’d like to join us?!”, he stumbled, fidgeting with his hands and looking everywhere but me in the eye.

I was really surprised by Josh’s question, so didn’t really know what to say. It was a pleasant surprise, though. “Um, are you sure I wouldn’t bother you? I mean i’d just be sitting around, doing nothing useful…”, I said, trying to make sure he didn’t just ask me in an effort to be nice. I had the feeling he’d do something like that: bringing himself in a situation he didn’t really like just to make the others felt good. “No no, it would be fine… you… you seemed to have enjoyed it so much in the morning that I thought… but if you don’t want to you don’t have to… I don’t want to force you… I just… sorry…”, Josh now said, turning red and acting even more nervous before turning around and starting to walk away from me. “Great, really well done, Ally”, i said to myself so no one apart from me would hear it. It made me feel really bad to see him like this and be the reason why he felt embarrassed and I didn’t know what to say in order to stop him from walking further away and try to escape this situation so without thinking any further I just grabbed his arm to stop him. Josh turned back around to face me and there was surprise on his face but I also saw some hints of anxiety in his facial expression. He seemed unsure of what to do and I started to believe that I had just made this whole situation even more awkward and uncomfortable for both of us. “Wait… I’d love to come. I just thought i’d better make sure that you didn’t just ask because you thought you had to… i’m sorry if I hurt your feelings…”, I then said, my voice trailing off at the end of the sentence. I’m not even sure if he heard the last sentence. Now Josh gave me a small smile. “It’s okay… i’m glad you want to come with us.”, he said in a low voice. Bob walked around the room while of this happened, whistling loudly as if to signal us that he wasn’t listening. Then he left the studio with a - considering all the fights and negative emotions of the day - way too cheerfull “goodbye guys, see ya!” and slammed the door closed. I couldn’t help but feel like Bob had planned this to a certain extent. And I still believe this, he wanted this to happen. He wanted John and Josh to become friends, to jam and work on music together, he wanted to make Josh familiar with what it meant to be a professional musician because he believed Josh had the potential to become a professional musician. But even though Bob’s plans seemed so obvious to me, Josh himself didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did, I don’t know, we never talked about it. I wasn’t sure if John suspected anything or even knew anything. He probably did, he’s not that blind. I think he knew, even if Bob never told him. I’m quite sure he did. But it didn’t and it still doesn’t matter really because we all knew John wouldn’t waste his time doing something he didn’t enjoy or have faith in, not even for his closest friends. It’s just not part of his nature. “What are you waiting for?”, John spoke up and made me snap out of my thoughts, he was standing close to the door, Josh stood right next to him, seemingly waiting for me to leave with them. “Oh, um, nothing, I was just thinking…”, I said while slipping on my shoes. I always put them off when I enter a familiar building, a place where I can and should get comfortable. I just can’t stand wearing shoes inside. It’s just another weird habit of mine, just like brushing my teeth while I’m showering and not tying my shoe laces if it’s not absolutely necessary. I normally just put the shoe laces inside the shoes without tying them. That’s my lazy side I guess. “How do we get there?”, I asked after I was ready to leave. “Um, it’s not far from here, I usually take a bus…”, Josh stammered. “You take a bus?”, I said, giggling. “Yeah, that’s what people do if they can’t afford a car, you know?”, Josh mumbled. I looked over at John who didn’t look as amused as I had expected him to look. “Did you drive here by car?”, I asked him, he shook his head no. “I can’t drive”, he stated. “Okay… we’ll take my car”, I laughed, trying to make this situation less awkward. Let’s just say I didn’t succeed. A few minutes later we all sat in my car, me at the driver’s side, Josh next to me on the passenger seat and John in the back. Josh was giving me directions while John hummed along to the songs on the radio. “Turn right… now turn left… see that house right there? that’s it…”, we reached the building after about half an hour of driving which was literally nothing for LA. I pulled up into the driveway and parked the car. “Here we are…”, I mumbled as I got out of the car. John and Josh got out, too, and got their guitars out of the trunk. Luckily the car Sophia (my flatmate) and I shared had a big enough trunk for both of their guitars. I waited for them next to the front door of the apartment building. We all went in and up the stairs to the third floor. I don’t remember if the elevator didn’t work at that time but for whatever reason we climbed up the stairs and by the time we reached the third floor I was glad that my own apartment was in the first floor. Josh finally locked the door to his apartment open and let us enter. “It’s small, but it’s enough for me…”, he mumbled and switched on the light. I looked around, standing in the doorway. The only thing the doorway lacked were doors that led to other rooms. There really wasn’t a lot a space, and as I already said there were no doors in between the rooms and the doorway. What do you call a doorway without doors? Is it just a “way”? Or is it a hallway? Okay i’ll end this discussion with myself right now. To my left there was a small kitchen, to my right there was the bedroom and the bathroom, and then at the end of the hallway there was the living room. “Just make yourself comfortable,… ”, Josh said and led us into the living room, put down his guitar case and left the room. I put off my shoes, John did the same, then I looked out the window for a second. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining as it always did in California. “I’m still not used to this weather…”, I said more to myself than to anyone else. John just walked around the room, looking through the piles of Josh’s records, picking up an acoustic guitar which was standing in one corners of the room, then going through all his CDs, checking out the turntable and the small fucked up old drum set that stood in one corner of the room, then again going back to the acoustic guitar. I just watched him doing this, not knowing if I should ask him to stop. After all, he wasn’t at home and Josh wasn’t in the room. I didn’t say anything, though, and just a few minutes later Josh entered the room again, three drinking glasses and a bottle of water in his hands. John didn’t seem to notice. Josh put down the things and walked over to John, who was still holding the acoustic guitar in his hands, looking if up and down. Then John looked up, a confused look on his face,“Wait a second… you can’t afford a car… and you live in this…” “shithole, yeah?”, Josh completed John’s sentence before John continued to speak, “…but you got this guitar and about two hundred records?!” Josh blushed a little bit, “Well, I do have a job if you don’t remember” “You can’t be that bad with money if you could save up enough to buy this, huh?”, John smiled. Then he saw my confusion and added for me, “This guitar is from the 1940s, it’s worth an awful lot of money, 6,000$ at least, probably a lot more though” I felt my eyes grow in awe. This thing should be worth more than 6,000$? How the hell could Josh even afford to buy this? Josh now blushed even more, played with his hands and stared at the floor. He was clearly embarrassed even though there was a small smile on his face. “This guitar is part of the reason why I said i’m NOT good with money… Bob and I… we… we went to New York to sign the contracts for… for the Bicycle Thief album… and… we each got… a 10,000$ advance… what was I supposed to do? I was in New York, with 10,000$, how the hell could I not go and see if there was anything special that I could buy now?! So… I came back with this guitar… and a hundred CDs…” John let a light laugh escape his lips. He put the guitar back to where he had found it. “Oh you’re damn right, Klinghoffer!” “Don’t call me that, it’s bad enough if you use my first name…”, Josh mumbled. I shot John a glance saying he should stop the teasing. John seemed to understand and gave me an apologetic look. A few minutes later I was sitting on the sofa, John had left for the toilet and Josh was sitting on the floor, tuning his 1940s acoustic guitar. “Thanks, Ally…”, he quietly said, breaking the silence that lay in the room. I leaned forward, confused about what he was thanking me for. “What for?”, I asked. “For accepting my… awkwardness… and respecting it, and for, for your support in this… this situation with John, a few minutes ago”, Josh answered, not looking at me. “Oh, uh, there’s nothing to thank for, really… ”, I stuttered, not knowing how to respond and blushing. “no, I… I really appreciate it… i’m glad you noticed… you know, sometimes it’s hard for me stand up for myself, especially if there’s not really anything I could complain about… or at least most people think so… so i’m glad if there’s someone who understands…” Again, I didn’t know how to respond and the room filled with awkward silence for a few minutes until I heard the toilet flush and the door (yeah, there actually WAS a door for the bathroom, the only door in this apparent, except the front door of course) open. I was relieved when John came back in so Josh and I wouldn’t have to sit in awkward silence or talk about this any longer. John got his guitar out and sat down next to Josh. He plugged his guitar in but kept the volume of the amplifier low so that it wouldn’t be much louder than Josh’s acoustic. He let his fingers glide up and down the strings and before I realized it, the room started to fill with their magic again. I remember this moment vividly, as if it happened just a few minutes ago. It’s a beautiful memory, one of my favorites actually. It felt as if the room was breathing, it filled with peace and warmth and passion as the music floated through it. I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to fully enjoy every aspect of this magic I couldn’t understand, and I didn’t want to open them again because I was afraid it wouldn’t feel the same if I saw the world around me. But when I finally opened them, it didn’t stop, it didn’t change for the worse. Josh’s small living room seemed to contain the entire world in this very moment. It was the only thing that mattered, this music in this room in this very moment. I came to see that Josh had closed his eyes himself and John was now half lying on his back on the carpet half leaning age the sofa I wasdon’t sitting on, still playing. It made me smile. It made me smile that they felt the magic, too. And it stil makes me smile to think about it.

I don’t know how long they played their instruments, it felt both like centuries and seconds. But eventually the sun had disappeared and it got darker outside. John was now sitting on the floor again (instead of laying on the floor), strumming some chords, a small smile on his face. I could tell he was feeling good. I guess all of us were feeling good, not just physically but mentally andand spiritually, at least I felt great in every single way possible. “It’s getting dark, I should probably leave…”, I finally whispered in a quiet moment. I didn’t want to fill the room with my voice after all this magic happened in here. And I didn’t want to leave, but I felt like I had to. Josh stopped playing, opened his eyes and stared at me. “No, I don’t want you to leave…”, he said with a soft voice. I was surprised by how straightforward he formulated his feelings. “I mean, of course you could leave if you wanted to… but i’d rather you’d stay here… You could sleep in my bed if you’re tired… if you want to…”, he added, still staring at me. I opened my mouth to tell him that I had to leave, I was tired and hungry, but said nothing. Instead I leaned back again and closed my eyes for a second. Josh went back to playing and I tried to relax again. Suddenly my stomach started growling which made me blush a deep red. John looked at me and grinned. “Do you have anything to eat? I didn’t eat anything all day…”, I mumbled. Josh looked at me wide-eyed, a shocked expression on his face. “Are you crazy?”, he put his guitar down and got up, walked into the kitchen and waited for me to follow him. “We have… toast… some eggs, orange juice… some cookies… butter, milk, jam…”, he mumbled while going through the fridge and all the drawers in his kitchen. In comparison to the living room the kitchen was tiny, but it was also neat and tidy which you couldn’t really say about the living room. “Do you have flour?”, I asked. “Yeah, of course, what do you wanna make?” “Just a few omelettes, do you want some, too?”, I asked. “Yeah, please… i’ll go ask John if he wants some, too”, Josh left the room and I started cooking. John was also hungry so I made omelettes for all of us, it didn’t take me long. When I was finished I went back to the living room, a plate with three omelettes per person in my hand. “Thank you so much!”, John said, smiling at me when I entered. We all started eating, now I sat on the carpet, too. We ate in silence, sharing glances and smiles. When we were finished Josh put the plate back to the kitchen and brought some paper towels because we had dirty hands from eating without forks and knives. I yawned, feeling tired. When Josh came back I asked him if he really was okay with me sleeping in his bed. “I could sleep on the sofa, you know, it’s no problem…”, I suggested. “No, no I… it’s perfectly fine, you’ll sleep in my bed, it’s a lot more comfortable. Come, i’ll show you the bedroom”, Josh smiled, got up and gave me his hand to help me up. I told John goodnight and he gave me a heartwarming smile, and then told me goodnight. I followed Josh out of the living room and to his bedroom. Again, the room didn’t have a door but there was a curtain where the door would normally be. He switched on the light and the small but nice and cozy looking bedroom was illuminated with warm light. There were quite a few books in his bedroom, five alone on the nightstand. It was only when I wanted to brush my hair out of my face that I realized Josh was still holding my hand. It made me smile a little bit, the fact that I hadn’t noticed even though he had a tight grip on it. Hell, I sounds like a creep when I talk about all the smiling! But I can’t lie about it, we all felt so good and smiling felt so natural. I just couldn’t help it. And even if it sounds as if I was a either kinda retarded or a creep, I can’t leave it out. My hand seemingly disappeared in his big, warm one. “Oh, sorry…”, he said as he felt me moving slightly and let go of my hand. “Uhm…”, I said as I was now brushing my hair out of my face. “Do you have a toothbrush I could use?” Josh smiled (yeah, again, please don’t count how often I used this word already) slightly, “Yes, of course…”, he led me out of the bedroom and into the bathroom across next door. If you paid attention you’ll know that this time it was indeed next “door”. He got out a new toothbrush for me, gave it to me and left the room. I brushed my teeth looking in the slightly cracked mirror and examining my face. I looked about as tired as I felt and that made me wonder why I was even this tired. I hadn’t really done anything that day, so what made me even feel this exhausted? After a few minutes I left the bathroom and headed back to the living room to thank Josh again for letting me sleep in his bed. Yeah, this might not have been necessary but i’m the kind of person to do these things - thanking people a thousand times for things even after they said there was nothing to thank for. It’s just something I do. On my way to the living room I saw that the light in the kitchen was switched on and as I came nearer it became clear that Josh was in there and instead of in the living room. I leaned against the door frame and lightly knocked on it so I wouldn’t make him jump. He turned around, surprised to see me again this evening, but with his cute smile (uh…) on his face. “Do you need anything?”, he asked. “No, no, I just… I just wanted to thank you again for… literally letting me invade your apartment and even your bed… thanks for letting me sleep in your bed”, I said. Josh came a bit closer. “I told you it was fine, there’s nothing to hide from you and… I guess I won’t sleep much anyway…”, he blushed slightly. In a moment of bravery which took me myself by surprise I now grabbed his hand and slightly squeezed it, “Thank you anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow” I let go of his hand, he was just standing there, seemingly startled, looking at me as I turned around and left the kitchen. As I passed the curtain in the door frame to his bedroom I heard him say “Yeah, um… goodnight… sweet dreams…” I bit my lower lip as I heard this, still feeling a bit nervous and got comfortable in Josh’s bed, inhaling his smell which now surrounded me and listening to the soft sounds of the guitar playing in the living room.

#chapter 2 #josh klinghoffer #fanfic #josh klinghoffer fanfiction #rhcp

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celeryw · 7 years

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It’s just an office job, but it’ll keep.

No one tells her that the seven co-founders are... well.. she has no words.

At first, she’s an intern. She works Tuesdays to Fridays from 9am to 3pm. It’s not terrible and the office is a nice place. Her trainer gives her a fair warning on the morning that she meets one of the founders. He says “they’re all very nice people and you shouldn’t be so worried, but also remember that they do sign our paychecks” pats her on the shoulder and pushes her towards the door to the ‘Boss Office’.

The room is very large and has seven desks in it. The desks are pushed together so that they’re in a circle and there’s space in the middle. Space large enough for someone to be dancing to some loud beat heavy song. Someone is dancing in the middle and is hitting all the notes as well. Damn.

There’s three other people in the room, excluding the dancer. They’re sat together in front of the window with their noses touching the glass as they look down on the city.

She feels like she should’ve brought coffee. She coughs to alert the four of her presence. Of course, they don’t hear her over the increasingly loud music and singing. The dancer finally notices her when they’ve finished the song.

They have short cropped black hair and a smile that didn’t suit their face. Their shirt hangs loosely off a shoulder and they stroll up to her with a hand out ready to shake. She shakes it. She greets them in a standard introduction of ‘hi, i’m the new intern’ and they nod amicably and gesture for her to sit at one of the desks.

“this isn’t an interview don’t worry, but try to.. hm. I don’t know, I really don’t” They cut off with a laugh. “Well, either way it’s fine. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m the coolest person in the company. I’m Cel, sagittarius and somehow not quite 25″ They say and she feels way out of her depth. Her mouth goes dry at the implication that this could have been an interview.

One of the ones sitting at the window walks towards her, and holds their hand out. They also have short cropped hair, but a lighter brown. “We’re the short hair squad!” Cel introduces and the other laughs pleasantly.

“I’m -ess, I have -” She can’t quite hear the introduction over the music starting back up again. It’s hurriedly turned off but the damage is done and she feels like she can’t ever ask again.

~*~

When she actually gets inducted into the company and isn’t just some casual she meets the other five. Cel, Ess, Ellie, Charlotte, Tee, Mads, and Bea. It’s a little bit concerning. They run the extremely successful company, but honestly, the internal workings of it are a mess. The boss really makes for the employees in this case and sometimes it feels like she’s in the middle of a Geronimo Stilton book with the adventures she is somehow apart of when she’s anywhere close to the seven.

She makes a few friends too. They are all in the accounting department and often talk shit about the Sales people. Mourn the times when auditors are in. It’s a good time. They also frequently talk about the OT7, and honestly, did she really just open up word and start writing a fanfic about them. It’s weird to do, she realises but such a good way to cope with the stress of work and her home life.

She’s decided that she doesn’t actually ship any of the ot7 and just enjoys imagining them in different situations. She’s written a 150k fic about them as secret agents. It’s a low time in her life, but it’s ok she’s got all her work done and she goes out to get hella smashed.

The drunker she gets, the more she writes and this time it isn’t in the privacy of a simple word document. She writes it in an ao3 tab and finds that the fandom ‘FSS (rpf)’ exists and she posts the small drabbles and the huge fic.

She wakes up to a splitting headache and calls in sick. She throws up twice and decides that maybe drinking isn’t a good idea for a while. She’s lying to herself and she knows but for now, it’s enough. Her emails are full. The fic is a success. It’s been tweeted about. Oh my god. Tee had apparently read the entire thing in one sitting and had apparently decided that she liked it enough to recommend it to the general public via the company’s twitter.

She feels like a portal to hell would open up and swallow her. Oh god. She feels as though maybe, she should just turn off her phone and go back to sleep. This day was possibly the worst.

So, it was definitely not the worst. Today is actually not as great too. It’s the day she goes back in for work. Mads is sat on her desk, smiling. She’s a little bit nervous, but no way could they have tracked the fic back to her, right?

She never finds out because Cel is loudly exclaiming something and Mads slides off the table, grins at her and hurries after Cel. The suspense is quite possibly the worst thing. It eats at her through the day and every time someone walks past her cubicle she tenses and mutters something foul.

She inevitably gets called to the Bossffice. The tables are stacked one on top of the other. She gapes and makes a mental note to write something about this too.

She’s promoted. Somehow. She misses three days of work and she gets put to financial controller. A massive raise and a bonus. Maybe today isn’t so bad????

It’s BAD!!!! ITS BAD!!!!!!! THEY KNOW ABOUT THE FIC!! They definitely knew it was her anyways. Bea has the fic up on the projector and the seven of them are reading it. She’s walked in at a bad time and all eyes turn to look at her when she squeaks.

“Can we help you?” Charli asks, nonchalant and clam where she’s sweating her pants off. She stutters for a while before puling herself together.

“No, I just noticed a spelling mistake I’m going to go fix tha- oh SHIT” and she runs from the room. She vows to herself that she’ll never open her mouth again and taps out and goes home as quickly as she can.

She turns up to work the next day because she has finances to control and she gets paid for it. Ellie is stood next to her desk, frowning at it.

“You don’t have to run, we honestly don’t mind if you write stuff about us. None of it was particularly incriminating anyways.” Ellie says with a soft smile on her face and she gets off the table. Ellie’s hand is soft on her cheek when she lightly pats it. She smells really nice and then she’s gone back to the Bossffice.

So it turns out that Cel is also another contributor to the FSS (rpf) fandom and wow, it’s not really a niche anymore.

#cel writes #fss fics #company au #this is not for ur eyes #i had fun w it but im not satisfied rip #bleh

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juliakaze · 7 years

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Baby Bounty! Pairing: Kara /Mon El ( Headcanon/ plotline)

No idea if it's written as a fanfic before but I couldn't find any .Neways this is basically a plotline with snippets of conversation. Takes place just over a year after Kara and Mon El get together. One fine weekday morning Kara woke up to Mon El cooking her breakfast specifically Bacon but instead of running towards it as was her usual norm she instead ran the other way towards the bathroom. Kara appeared eventually with a grimace. "Probably the pizza binge last night" she said. Mon El threw a concerned look.." you have been looking kind of pale" he said " may be have Alex check you out" Kara nodded as she wolfed down her pancakes. And that was that . The pair parted ways Mon El for the DEO and Kara for CatCo. Later Kara drops by the DEO to see Alex and confirms she is pregnant. She freaks out naturally and debates how to tell Mon El. Though they have been together for sometime they never really had the talk about marriage and Babies. After much debate she decides rather than telling him outright she will use some analogy. So on the way back from work she stops by the bakery for some buns. Later when Mon El comes back from work he decides to preheat the oven ( may he wants to bake cookies while Kara is in the shower) and of course the buns in the oven catch fire and when finally Mon El's got it under control all that remains is a charred mess and Kara backtracks out of telling him. Meanwhile next day...Mon El's worried about Kara's weird behavior talk to Winn. " I don't know what's wrong with her these days . The other day I cooked Bacon for breakfast and she ran the other way I thought it was a one off but she been keeping away and also our kitchen nearly caught fire yesterday because she had buns in the oven" Winn who been in the process of inhaling his coffee choked and sprayed it all over the keyboard. Mon El patted him on the back " do you what's wrong with her?" Winn sputtered " um....I think that's something you two should talk about" Mon El:" tell me is it something bad..."Winn : " No... Not really just well let's just say your better off talking to Kara abt this" Mon El goes back home that day and talks to Kara. Kara who is utterly terrified of his reaction hesitantly reveals she is pregnant. Mon El is surprised but ecstatic " how can I upset Kara?...This baby is the best of both of us...A symbol of our love and a part of both Daxam and Krypton". They decide to wait however on telling their friends. A few weeks later the gang is at the bar celebrating Maggie's bday...When Kara refuses to drink Maggie's being a detective deducts and blurts out " Kara are you pregnant?" ( Let's pretend Alex kept it from Maggie as it was Kara's secret) Kara blushed and looked at Mon El and nodded. They received quite a few congratulations as it half the bar had heard it . Meanwhile Bruce and Hal had returned from a recent outerspace mission with some disturbing news. He approaches Clark who is at the watchtower cafeteria. Clark looks up in surprise," didn't realize you guys were back already , how did it go?" The Dark knight frowned " it went as well as can be expected especially with Hal in the equation". Clark: " come on Bruce he is not that bad, but you clearly aren't here for that there's something else isn't it" . If possible Bruce looked even more irritated and sullen at being caught out ' why did he always get saddled with the uncomfortable stuff' " Fine, he said ...So Kara has a boyfriend huh? Do you know him?" Clark frowned now Bruce never made small talk and Kara's boyfriend was a sore topic for him. Well yes said Clark once or twice . He seemed ok ..He said " I mean he is a Daxamite but yeah he's not that bad, Why? What's wrong has he done something?. Bruce sat down " well depends...Hal heard something from a source at the Green Lantern Corps ..Now keep in mind that this source is less than reputable but seems pretty solid". By this time Clark was downright anxious" stop talking in riddles Bruce just tell me the news". Bruce: " ok but promise u will keep a cool head, I don't know if you had heard from Kara yet but you need to talk to her as soon as possible , Hal heard that there was a bounty on her baby" , Clark's jaw dropped , finally he managed " WHAT ? Baby? But..?" Bruce : " listen Clark call Kara and set up an appointment with her and then we can confirm the news" , Clark " even if it's true and am not saying it is why would anybody be interested in Kara's baby". Bruce: " Clark, do you realize how much that baby could be worth? He/ she will be not only be the Kryptonian heir but the heir to the throne of Daxam" . Clark : " I thought Mon El abdicated the throne ". Bruce ," He may have but his Mother will be very interested in a grandson/ grand daughter to succeed her to the throne of Daxam, one who she can mold herself". Clark nodded and called Kara. Clark:" Kara hi...Do you mind if I can come down tomorrow to National city to see you, no not any particular reason just u know haven't see you in a while and oh how about you bring Mon El too I really haven't had a chance to properly meet him, the last time we met things didn't go so well, yes I agree it was both of our faults, ok I will see you and yeah I will probably bring a friend , yeah u know Bruce" . Clark looked back at Bruce " remind me why I am taking you along again". Bruce : " so you don't accidentally kill Kara's boyfriend". Kara told Mon El abt Clark's call and Mon El is freaking out. Kara :" wow you weren't this nervous abt the baby why are you so scared abt meeting Clark?". Mon El:" did you forget what happened the last time we met? And as if he alone wasn't enough he is bringing along god-damned Batman with him to finish the job and hide my body". Kara chuckled" u know I will never let that happen " but secretly she was worried too. The next day dawned and at abt lunch time Clark appeared along with Bruce . They had decided to meet at Kara's apartment for privacy but secretly Mon El thought it was because they would have an easier time killing him, though he had complete faith in Kara , he wasn't sure she would manage against the world's finest. As soon as the hugging was out of the way. Kara blurted out " I am pregnant Clark and before you say anything I was going to tell you". Clark " about that how exactly did that happen Kara?" . Kara blushing " Clark come one you know how it happened" , Now it was Clark's turn to blush" what no I know how it happened why didn't you take any precautions". Kara " who said we didn't ...I specifically asked both Mom and Alex and we took every precautions" . Clark :" you should have asked me and I could have got something from the Fortress". Kara:" Clark! Do you realize how embarrassing that is ? And regardless though it wasn't planned we are very happy , Aren't we Mon El?" . Mon El : " yes absolutely. " Clark gave him a piercing Glare and said " well we have got some bad news , there's a bounty on your baby" . Kara " What ? No!" and Mon El : " is it mother?". Clark frowned :" are you in contact with her?". Mon El:" of course not but if she heard about our baby,she would definitely be interested in it" . Seeing as Clark was one step away from strangling Mon El Bruce cleared his throat, " and that is what we are here About, it's not too late we can still take precautions and prevent any mishaps". I reckon we have about , here he threw a worried Kara a look and she prompted " about 7 months" . Well then he said we will come up with a strategy and make this work. Because that's what Batman was best at strategies. He couldn't comfort the distraught young mother but he could do this. Taking a hint Clark stood up and hugged Kara, " Kara I want you to know that we are here for you and the entire league will make sure nothing will happen to you or the baby ". Kara nodded in Clark's chest " coming from Clark that meant a lot and she felt slightly better" . As the two men took their leave Mon El turned to Kara, " hey look at me , we are together in this like everything else and I would die before I let anything happen to you or the baby" . Kara frowned " that was what am afraid of, I can't do this without you so you need to stick around no heroics, do you promise?". Mon El:" you know I can't promise you that Kara but I do promise to try my very best". The end.... Scribbler's notes: (because that's what it is) on hindsight I really should have published it in AO3 but it did start as a headcanon so apologise to whoever reads this for the appalling punctuation, grammar and writing in general. I no longer have the patience for fanfics it seems but I loved this idea and ran with it. Please feel free to write a decent fanfic abt this if you are interested . Also please let me know what you thought.

#karamel #karamel headcanons #karamel fanfiction #karamel fam #karamel club soda #karamel popcorn #karamel family

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raiinfaiiry · 7 years

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College AU thing

So I am working on a short story for my creative writing class, and I;m just writing a Klance Fanfic cause why the fuck not. Anyways, so this is it so far. I plan on expanding this story when my quarter is over and make it a multi chapter fic. hahah. (only 62 days till graduation!)

Series: Voltron (Klance)

Words: 2991

Storms always made everything worse. They always made the dark thoughts come out and play for a while. Lance hated storms. He hated the thunder and all the darkness that came with it. Wrapped up in a blanket that made him feel like he was at home, he watched his best friend and roommate play his new game with running commentary.

Text books scattered across the dining table and the coffee table, laptops screen still lit up on the table, but left ignored as they had studied for the past 5 hours. Dishes were stacked in the sink, mostly Lance’s, and they honestly bothered him so much, but he didn’t have the energy to get up and wash them. Lance was grateful that they had invested in black out curtains as they blocked out the lightening, but even the music from the game couldn’t hide the sound of the thunder.

“Look at this guy, ‘I have come up with a new recipe!’ he sounds like me.”

Lance made a grunt of agreement as he curled further down into his blanket. He didn’t want to admit it, but Lance really liked watching Hunk play Final Fantasy XV, it was an interesting game and he liked the characters. And Hunk, he normally didn’t talk this much as he played, but he just knew. He knew what thunder did to Lance, he knew how much it affected him, so he talked as he played, even if Lance wasn’t listening he knew the mindless chatter helped to distract his best friend. Distract him enough that he feel asleep as Hunk was fighting a giant water snake thing. Hunk couldn’t help but laugh at his best friend as he saved his game and shut everything down, it was starting to get late and they both had a test the next day.

“Lance I swear if you don’t stop thinking that I will hurt you.”

Lance quickly turned around and stared at his best friend as he stood on the other side of the window to the kitchen of the Lion’s café.

“Hunk, my man, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

He is lying, Lance knew exactly what he was talking about. And the look he got from Hunk told him that he caught the lie. Lance just shrugged as he turned around and worked on cleaning the counter in front of him. They were at work, they had a test this morning, a very important test. One Lance is sure he totally bombed, even after studying for the last week and revising like he has never revised before. He has to pass this test, he had to get an A, he just had to. He wanted to prove to his family that he was doing okay…he didn’t want to let them down. He had to pass.

Lance quickly showed those thoughts from the front of his mind, locking them away in a box in his mind as he heard the bell over the door ring. That smile found its way onto his face he looked up to welcome the two customers that walked in.

“Welcome to the Lion’s café! What can…oh! Hey Pidge, what can I get you?”

“What, are you just going to ignore that I am here?”

Lance turned to the sound of a second voice with his perfectly executed customer service smile, of course he would walk in with Pidge, it was almost like you couldn’t have one without the other. Which honestly drove Lance up the wall most of the time.

“Of course not sir, what can I get for you?”

Pidge couldn’t help but laugh, trying to find it behind their hand.

“You know, this whole rivalry thing is ridiculous Lance. But whatever, hit me would a cappuccino with a triple shot, Keith and I got Iverson’s midterm today and I haven’t slept in two days.”

And Lance believed that, Pidge looked worse for wear, the bags under their eyes were visible from far away, and they looked like they would pass out at any moment. It was then Keith spoke,

“I’ll just have a black tea.”

“Like your heart.”

“What did you just say?”

Keith looked at Lance with a small amount of anger in his eyes, really, making the local hot head mad, what was Lance thinking.

“Oh nothing, just that your order matched your heart is all. But don’t worry, one triple shot cappuccino and one black soul tea coming up! Also, your total is $8.75.”

Keith looked like he was about to say something but Pidge shot him a glare that would make a rabid dog run for its life.

“I swear if you two don’t stop flirting I will kill both you. Give me my caffeine, and for making me mad Keith you pay.”

Pidge didn’t say anything else as they walked over their usual table, immediately sitting down and pulling out their laptop, they were going to be here a while. Keith grumbled under his breath as he basically slammed a $10 dollar bill on to the counter.

“Keep the change.”

Lance hummed as he paid the order out, it was then he noticed how tired Keith looked, almost like he hasn’t slept in about as long Pidge has.

“Go sit down dude, I’ll bring the drinks over. And the milk as you always tend to add some to your tea.”

Lane had turned away from Keith so he didn’t see the reaction on the others face when he finished talking, but he did hear Keith walk away. When Lance finally turned around with the tray full of the drinks he saw both Pidge and Keith, nose deep into their text books and notes. Iverson was the toughest professor at the school, he felt bad for the two. With a sigh Lance grabbed a couple of slices of cake from the cabinet and placed them on the tray.

“Please don’t pass out here.”

Lance set the try down in-between all the papers before walking back to counter to help the new customer who just walked in.

A couple weeks later

“Lance I swear to God, if you don’t give me my notes back.”

Lance barely looked over at Keith as he flipped through the note book in front of him.

“Dude, what language is this? How do you even take notes like this? I don’t understand any of it!” “That’s because it’s in Korean dude, just give it back already.”

Lance gasped as he held a hand to his chest in fake shock.

“You understand Korean!”

Keith looked like he was about to punch Lance in the face before Pidge walked in-between them and took the notebook from Lance’s hands without effort. Lance knew better then to get on Pidge’s bad side.

“Korean is Keith’s first language dude.”

Lance looked at Keith with shock at Pidge’s words. Korean was his first language…that made English his second language. But, Lance has heard Keith speak Japanese on the phone with his brother once.

“I thought you spoke Japanese?”

Lance tried his best to hide the small shaking in his voice, if Keith spoke three languages that is one more thing he was better at then Lance. One more thing that made Lance feel second best, maybe not even that.

“I do. My parents were Korean, my adoptive parents are Japanese. So I learned both, aside from English.”

Lance just nodded at Keith’s words, he tried to ignore the weird look Keith was giving him.

“Oh wow! Look at the time, wow, I am so late for this thing I need to do for class. So Bye!”

Lance ran away, he wasn’t even afraid to admit it. He ran away with his tail tucked between his legs. He was falling behind again, he was losing to Keith, losing to his own mind. Lance took a couple deep breaths as he walked, he didn’t have time to deal with this so he locked the feelings away like he always did. He would deal with it later. He had to at some point.

“Lance would you stop walking so fast!”

Lance force in his steps at the voice, why was Keith following him? He quickly turned around with shock clearly written across his face.

“What do you want Kogane?”

Keith simply rolled his eyes and sighed before holding out a note book.

“You said you wanted notes from Slav’s class earlier.”

Lance looked at Keith for a second before he pushed the offered note book away.

“Dude, I can’t read your foreign language, no way your notes are going to help at all. Thanks but no thanks. See you.”

With a final grin Lance turned and walk off towards the front gates of the campus, he was ready to go home now. He was ready to curl up in his bed and ignore the world, he didn’t want to deal with it anymore.

And that is exactly how Hunk found him a few hours later. Lance had heard him enter the apartment and call out his name, but Lance didn’t respond, he just laid there staring at the ceiling in his room. Posters and pictures covered most of the wall space in his room, posters of his favourite movies and bands, and pictures of his family and friends. Those pictures kept him going, they helped to ground him and remind him why he is here in the first place.

“Lance, I brought you home some food from Panera. I figured you hadn’t eaten anything yet, but we stopped by after we finished studying.”

Lance would tell he was avoiding saying Keith’s name, he always did when Lance got into one of his moods. He just…Lance just couldn’t stand Keith most of the time. How could someone like that be so perfect, he always showed Lance up in their shared classes, and now he was showing him up in language skills. Lance himself was bilingual as Spanish was his first language.

Lance sighed as he sat up in bed, he knew if didn’t eat soon Hunk would just bring it into his room and make him eat. But Lance refused to let Hunk see his room at the moment, it was a disaster, dirty clothes were spread all over the room and his notes were disorganized all over his desk. His room reflected his current mental state more then he wanted to admit. With the last of his effort Lance stood up and left his room, closing the door behind him.

Two weeks later

Probability and Statistics class was the only time Lance had class with Hunk, Pidge, and Keith, and Dr. Slav was talking about a project where everyone would have to paid off. Lance quickly turned and pointed finger guns at Hunk, who just smiled and nodded and winked. Of course his best friend would never let him down. But Dr. Slav just had to open his mouth again.

“For this project, in this reality, I will pair you off with person who will have the highest probability of helping you through it! So let’s get started! Pidge, you will be working with Hunk in this reality.”

Lance’s face fell, first they couldn’t pick their partner, and now his main shoot to ace the project got paired with the child genius. Lance zoned out as Dr. Slav listed off the rest of the teams till be finally heard his name.

“Lance, you will be working with Keith in this reality!”

Lance shoot out of his seat at the same time Keith slumped back into his.

“What!? You want me to work with this hot head? Are you kidded me here professor?”

Dr. Slav looked like he was about to answer before Keith spoke

“Tch, like I want to work with a lazy ass like you.”

Lance turned and glared at him.

“Excuse me Mr. I show up to class late all the time.”

“And yet I’m still passing all my classes with honors.”

Lance felt like a truck just ran over his heart, and just as he was about to respond Dr. Slav cleared his throat.

“If you two would please stop arguing in this reality we will cover the project then you may leave to work on it.”

Lance and Keith glared at each other before going back to ignoring each other. Hunk and Pidge gave each other a worried look, they had a feeling this was not going to end well at all.

Three weeks, it took three weeks for Lance and Keith to work together enough to finish their project for Slav’s class. Three weeks of constant bickering, mostly on Lance’s end, Keith mostly tended to ignore him, Hunk and Pidge had both gotten pretty annoyed by hearing their friends whine about the other. But today was the last day of work before turning in their project, and Lance honestly wasn’t handling it very well.

The Library was quiet at the late hour the two boys were there, it was almost midnight and most students had gone to bed as the library closed at 2am.

“Come on Lance, this project turned out really well, better than I was expecting it to. Let’s both get some sleep so we can actually present it tomorrow.”

But all Keith got back from Lance was a grumble as he continued to type away on his computer, adding small bits of information here, taking out bits of information there. Lance was so hyper focused on the paper he didn’t even hear Keith get up, he barely moved his hands in time when Keith closed his laptop.

“Lance, seriously. You look like you haven’t slept in two days, you need to sleep man.”

Lance glared up at the other boy.

“What the hell man. I’m fine, just need to finish this project.”

“Lance, we have finished this project. You need to sleep.”

“Don’t tell me what to do! I said I’m fine! And no way we have finished yet, we still have a couple topics to cover.”

Lance heard the exasperated sigh from Keith.

“What, you want to fail Slav’s class? I can’t afford to man, no way. If I fail this class I can kiss my scholarship good bye. No way , nope.”

“Lance…”

“Keith I can’t fail this, why can’t you understand that!?”

Lance didn’t even realise his voice had risen, his heart was beating faster than it should be, and his mind was all over the place. He couldn’t fail this class. It was the one he was doing the worse in, and if he didn’t finish with at least a B his GPA would drop below what is allowed for his scholarship. He couldn’t fail, he had to pass. Why couldn’t Keith understand that!?

“Lance…Lance listen. You need to take a deep breathe. Lance, please, deep breathe.”

Lance barely heard the voice beside him, his mind was running in a thousand different ways at once, but always coming back to one thought.

“I can’t fail, I just can’t. I’ll let everyone down, I can’t fail.”

Over and over again, he just kept repeating the words. But it was getting heard to breathe, somewhere in the back of his mind Lance understood he was in the middle of a panic attack, but his anxiety was taking the best of him.

“Breathe with me Lance…in…and out…in…and out. Come on Lance.”

Lance tried, he really did try, the voice was familiar to him, so he listened to it. His breathing and heart rate slowly returned to that of a normal pace, all while the voice kept repeating the same thing. ‘In…and out.’

“Why do you even care Keith?”

Lance spoke quietly, Keith almost didn’t even hear him as he leaned back and looked at the boy in front of him.

“I care about you Lance. And not just because of this project, I care about you as a person. You are so much more then what you think.”

Lance looked over at the boy, his face showing every emotion on his face; confusion, disbelief, distrust.

“You think I’m lying, I can tell by the look on your face. I’m surprised you never picked up on it to be honest, but then again it doesn’t surprise me. Pidge said I was obvious, but Hunk said you would never notice.”

Lance couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You are an amazing guy Lance. Honest, brave, smart, even if you don’t believe it. You have a smile that tends to brighten up a room, and you just have this aura that just puts the people around you into a good mood. I wish you could see that.”

Lance was quiet.

“Anyways, look, the project for Slav, it’s done okay. We…we make a great team. Look, I’ll leave you alone okay, but please call Hunk to come and get you or something, okay? Just…don’t be alone tonight?”

Lance didn’t speak as he watched Keith grab his bag and notes and left the library. Lance sat there for a while before his phone beeped at him, it was Hunk asking if he was coming home, he almost didn’t respond but he remembered Keith’s words.

“Can you come get me from the library?”

Lance immediately got a response of Hunk saying he was already on the way.

The Next Day

“See, told you we make a great team.”

Lance couldn’t believe it, Dr. Slav had given them an A just from their presentation, and said it was a presentation he really enjoyed in this reality. He was going to pass this project, maybe even pass this class. Lance looked over at Keith and saw the smile on the other males face, and with that he felt his own face light up. Even with Keith’s words last night, Lance thought Keith’s smile was way brighter than his ever could be.

“Thanks Keith.”

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