It was 5:46 and you just arrived at school. Your mom works early and you don’t drive, so you have to leave early too. Every morning you hear the dribble of a basketball in the gym. You usually just play your music and leave it be, but today, you were intrigued. Who was playing basketball at 6:00 in the morning?
You peeked through the door space. You couldn’t see much of the figure, other than sporatic flashes of the baby blue jersey. You crept into the gym, revealing the school basketball star Zach Dempsey. You closed the door behind you as quietly as possible. You stood by the bleachers, watching him dribble the ball. He jumped up and aimed the ball at the basket. He missed the basket entirely.
“Dammit!” He swore. He chased the ball to the gym wall. With the ball between him and the wall, he rested his head against it. He fist pounded against the mats.
He turned around and dribbled the ball across the court. He jumped up, threw the ball and it hit the backboard. Luckily, it bounced into the basket. You smiled to yourself and physically celebrated the shot. You were sure not to make a noise.
He continued playing, making all his shots. He jumped onto the basket, making a slam dunk. He let out a hearty laugh. You clapped you hands, which gained his attention.
You paused. “I hope you don’t mind,” you started. “I heard the dribbling. I just wanted to see who was up.”
He walked to the edge of the court with the ball against his side. Panting, he asked, “How long were you standing there?”
He wasn’t upset that you were there, not even bothered.
“Well,” you checked your phone for the time: 6:13. “Almost half an hour.”
He smiled. “Did you see me missing all my shots?”
You stepped out from beside the bleachers. “I saw one. Then you got back up and made the shots after.”
He walked over to the bleachers, sitting beside where you stood. He tapped the spot beside him, beckoning you to sit. You did so and he wiped his sweat from his forehead on the collar of his jersey.
“Y'know, before you got here,” he panted. “I couldn’t make any shots. Maybe one out of, lemme see, fifteen. Then the moment I was about to shower and give up, I felt completely at ease. Like, an extra rush of adrenaline.”
You nodded, not really looking at him. You always found him attractive. He was a sweet guy– dumb, but sweet.
golf with friends, more like the Art of Poetry with dan and phil:
golf with friends, more like … golf with friend. golf with the only friend.
phil: ‘do you think golfers like clash their clubs together at the start of a match?’ dan: ’let’s do it.’
‘go caddy lad, fetch me a beer,’ says phil (and can’t help thinking how this directly evokes dan in the first golf vid stating he’d only be into golf for the kink of someone cute carrying your stuff. they both have a caddy kink confirmed.)
dan: ‘i hope you’re ready for the most sophisticated series on youtube’ phil, basically interrupting him: ‘ooo, glowing balls!’
‘phil is going to swoop in with his masterful stroke,’ says phil, about himself
you get the smooth action from dan, and the jumpy action from me
phil: *moans* dan: yeah, someone’s gonna take that with no video for their youtube poop
phil: ‘yes, come on, tease it’ dan: ‘tease it? you make me so uncomfortable with your golf banter’
ah for foks seek
dan: ’motherfluffer, you nudged me there a bit’ phil: *immediately goes full northern, maybe even scottish* ‘i didn’t nudge anyone. take me to court.’
dan: ‘i’ve lost this one’ phil: ‘i’m filled with joy and elation’
dan: *is taking forever to get in the hole* phil: ‘i should ask my ball to do a little jigsaw puzzle in there cause it’s got nothing to do’
it’s a rim. pacific rim. specific rim.
absolute floppy ding dong
i’m on the edge of the rim
if you touch me, i swear to god
phil: ‘this is gonna be slow and steady’ dan: ‘wins the nothing, idiot’
‘hole six, hope you’ve had your weetabix’ ‘hole six, look out for phil’s tricks’
oh my god i’m on a mission and i’m dead i’m doomed what the hell is happening
phil: ‘i just strained my groin cause i got too into it’ dan: ’stretch before you play golf, guys’
watch this. taste this.
your mum’s narrowing
haha nudged ya ;)
that was quite sexual
you absolute twat bucket
phil: ‘it looks like we’re in the barrel of a gun. oh my god. this is crazy’ dan: ‘i am immensely shooketh’
phil: ‘that was beautiful. they’ll play that in slow motion at my funeral’ dan: ‘this was when phil peaked’ phil: ‘yeah. it literally was’
fuck what the fuck are you fucking kidding me are you actually kidding me
full whacky tubey wee woo
i’m just gonna go snuggle some mushrooms next to the hole
is this thing the barrel of doom? is this where they make all the alcohol?
full whack full whack go
i believe i can fly
boom boom shit let me hear you say shit i fucked up
math don’t fail me now! math failed me again
this is the big bounce you ready for this?
absolute full whack? oh my god, you mad lad
awwww floppy dild
mm double bogey, no presh amazingphil
oh for god’s sake, why do you hate me lord?
i’m gonna slowly just pootle along here
phil: ‘should i risk it?’ dan: ‘for a biscuit’
it’s not about the competition, it’s about spending good time with friends … and our caddy lad, derek.
Summary: When you start work in your new office, the last thing you expect is a distraction. Especially not one as cute, witty and impossible to handle as Park Jimin. A story told through correspondence. (fluff + humor)
member: lai guanlin genre: very fluffy summary: you’ve always had a crush on guanlin but you never thought he would like you back, what happens when he asks you to wear his varsity jacket to be his lucky charm at his final basketball game?
you and guanlin were friends because you sat in maths class together
which mostly consisted of you and him complaining about the class and not doing the assigned work
“guanlin it’s been exactly 23 minutes and 16 seconds that we’ve been in this class but why does it feel like two weeks” you’d groan
he would smirk at you, and reply “we have 67 minutes and 44 seconds to go” you’d huff and puff but then you’d finally do you work
by work you mean copying off the answers from guanlin
the thing is for you it was weird to be his friend
well you didn’t want to be only his friend but you pushed your feelings in the deepest place in you mind
because he was probably the most popular guy of your grade and you were just one of those people who blended into the background
he was the star player of the basketball team, nice, funny, smart and not to mention his ridiculously good looks
because of this he had A HUGE FAN CLUB like no joke even like girls three years older than him wanted to date him
Guanlin also had very popular friends across the grades even some in university
he was exciting and fun and you were plain and boring
you had absolutely no chance with him
you happily settled with just being his friend but you couldn’t sometimes help but wish that maybe one day something would happen
one maths class guanlin asked you to go to the final of his basketball game
you agreed cause you had nothing planned for that night other than binge watching netflix
the day of the game guanlin came to you when you were eating lunch which was a very unusual occurence
you could feel the glares and whispers of other girls
feeling awkward and uncomfortable you asked him “whats up?”
unexpectedly he looked even more nervous than you and said
“uhhhh i have a favour to ask? i always have someone who’s important to me wear my varsity jacket at my final games. Is it okay if you could wear it tomorrow?”
he said looking at the ground and rubbing his neck which you knew was nervous habit of his from the hours of staring at him
your heart was beating SO FAST you think that everyone could hear it
you tried to muster a normal (not too excited so i seem chill) smile without squealing
guess what, you failed, you literally squeaked in response
but after freaking out you finally beamed a smile and replied “i’d love to”
he gave you his most heart melting gummy smile which you literally thought could melt you
he started to ramble after you said yes “like i didn’t mean to be weird it’s just my sister always wore my varsity jacket at my final games but she’s still in taipei and i don’t have any other important girls in my life other than you”
your heart then was torn in two parts
complete devastation because HE SAW YOU LIKE A SISTER not just a friend A SISTER
but also just pure bliss because you’re the only important girl in his life other than his family
you just ended up smiling and saying “it’s not weird at all, i’d love to be your good luck charm” you said with a joking wink
then of course guanlin proceeds TO BLUSH
you freaked out because
1. you are NEVER that flirty (but it’s probably because of the panic that he looks at you like a sister which of course causes you to awkwardly flirt)
2. HE BLUSHED this cool gorgeous guy BLUSHED because of you
he mumbled a few incoherent words something along the lines of “see you at the game” and handed you his varsity jacket
before you know it your one and only close best friend looked at you with her jaw open and simply said like the dirty minded hoe she is
“he totally wants to get in your pants, GO FOR IT HONEY!”
you whacked her in the arm and said disappointedly “he only likes me as a friend even a sister”
“keep on telling yourself that” she smirked
because of your friend teasing you you didn’t notice guanlin getting teased by ALL of his friends
“yah! guanlin giving her your jacket is not good enough bloody confess to her already!” jihoon said
“aw you and y/n would be sooo cute” daehwi cooed who else would it be
“not as cute as us though” jinyoung said while wrapping his arm around daehwi jokingly totally not joking
“hmm guanlin-ah after we win because we’re totally gonna win, KISS HER” seongwoo cockily remarked
“do that confess, ask her out and boom you’re a couple” added daniel
“you’ll be fine” woojin said reassuringly while patting his shoulder
he just basically groaned the whole time his hyungs were talking and just wanted it to be at the game already
you were wearing a plain white tshirt dress which was a bit short for your comfort with Guanlin’s varsity jacket and your hair in a loose kinda messy bun with minimal makeup
you gotta admit you looked pre cute
especially because at school you wear baggy sweatpants and worn out t shirts, you hair is a mess and you’re sure sometimes you have some dried drool on your cheek
you were on the bleacher closest to the court so you could see guanlin play and cheer for him
unbeknownest to you guanlin had checked if you were there and once seeing you his heart was beating so rapidly
more than if he sprinted for like 30 minutes
because you looked so beautiful
he literally screamed in the locker room to jihoon
“Y/N LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL I CANNOT LIKE SHE ALWAYS LOOKS PRETTY IN SWEATS BUT LIKE WOW SHES BREATHTAKING ESPECIALLY IN MY JACKET.”
“SHE’S WEARING MY JACKET HYUNG!!!”
jihoon was like woah dude calm down and like damn you’re really in love with this chick aren’t ya you little giant baby
and guanlin just blushes and nods
*okay time skip to the actual game*
you couldn’t help but appreciate how hot guanlin looked in his basketball tank top which showed off his lean but muscular arms
and his uniform just made him look taller than usual
but first half the team played really well thrashing the other team
guanlin was shooting most of the goals and you were like
that’s my man but like lol no he’ll never be intersted in me
in the break between the halves he gave you a wave and a warm smile
you smiled back, showing off your jacket and giving him a hwaiting gesture
he gave you a thumbs up back
in the second second half the other team catched up because one of the best players (seongwoo) injured his ankle and couldn’t play
he totally swore so loudly when he got injured for like 10 minutes straight
with only 2 minutes to go it was a tie and the ball was on the opposite side of the court of the boys goal
you were so anxious you were screaming encouragements hoping that the guys would win
suddenly guanlin blocks the ball from going into the goal and then grabs and dribbles it super fast to the middle of the court
with only a few seconds left he shoots a three pointer
EVERYONE GOES CRAZY!!!!
you tried to fight your way to Guanlin but he was being so crowded you waited for everyone to calm down
before you know it Guanlin was right in front of you
and whispers in your ear
“i deserve a reward for shooting the winning goal don’t ya think? my sister would always give me a peck on the cheek if we won?”
he said cheekily and suggestively
you were blushing so hard not just because of his request but also because his face was only centimetres away from yours
your insides were freaking like “YOU WERE GIVING YOUR CRUSH OF MORE THAN A YEAR TO KISS HIS CHEEK BECAUSE HE ASKED”
and you just blushed and tried to be hard to get but totally failed
“just because you scored the winning goal” you replied
you stood on you tip toes to kiss his cheek cause you were short af
as you were leaning in to kiss his cheek you closed your eyes
you didn’t realise he twisted his head to face yours for your lips to reach his
he didn’t even know what he was doing because he never kissed anyone
cause like even him the swaggiest of rappers can have zero experience
his mind was freaking out and he knew it was because of the adreanaline of the game which made him so daring
and before you both knew it
you felt a pair of lips warm and soft on yours
YOU FREAKED OUT INTERNALLY but honey you weren’t gonna stop
you felt one of guanlin’s hands cupping your cheek and one on your lower back
you could hear the wolf whistles and cheers and shouts of “YEAH FINALLY!!!” from literally all the wanna one boys and basketball team
you slowly parted away from your first but probably the best kiss you’ll ever experience
and guanlin just looks down on you he’s a giant and you see his gummiest smile and his eyes are just shining of happiness
you mirrored basically the same expression but also like confusion
cause thoughts being like what the fuck just happened does this mean he likes me WHAT??!!!
before you could express any of these thoughts
Guanlin tells you super shyly and sweetly
“um well first of all i like you a lot LIKE A LOT i have since our first conversation, i kinda really fell for your smile and personality and looks and just everything i guess” he continues by saying
“i thought you’d never like me cause you’re basically perfect but like i think you do?? cause like yeah”
he awkwardly ended it with an adorable smile and you burst out laughing
“you thought i’d never like you, boi you so swaggy” you said with wiggly eyebrows trying to diffuse the kinda awkward but not really but also super endearing situation
guanlin laughed and whispered under his breath which you only just heard
“this is why i love you”
“wait shit i said that out loud, ugh shit well whatever at least it’s true”
he said looking sooooo embarassed
you laughed softly and said “i love you too guanlin-ah”
he smiled broadly and without hesitation he asked
“since you love me so much, will you be my girlfriend?” he said with a teasing tone
“hmmm i’m not sure cause jihoon’s pretty cute, don’t ya think?” you said jokingly
“HEY! i’m so much better than jihoon hyung” guanlin pouted
“guanlin trust me you’re not” jihoon commented butting into your moment
guanlin just sulked before you giggled and cupped his cheeks
“of course guanlin, I’d love to be your girlfriend.” you said kissing his cheek for real this time
he smiles and says in awe “y/n is actually my girlfriend i don’t believe it”
you just smile and the crowd errupts into cheers
seongwoo taps guanlin on the shoulder and tells him
“guanlin as much as i enjoy young love and you actually having some guts to ask a girl out, coach wants us in the lockeroom” he said smirking and winking at you
you laugh cause seongwoo is always funny
“yeah i’m coming hyung” guanlin replied
“but before i leave” he says to you
he kisses you on the forehead and whispers to you sweetly
“wait for me princess, i’ll be back soon”
and wow you just became an absolute puddle of goo
you just nod and say “of course i’ll be waiting aren’t i your lucky charm?” you say with a wink
he laughs and sends you a gummy smile as he runs towards the locker room
you hug his jacket around yourself and just process everything that happened
you’re wearing the jacket of your crush-wait no boyfriend-and you’re so glad guanlin asked you to wear it
and you end up wearing it to every single game after that one
lol i’m sorry i went so overboard i did not expect this to be this long especially a bullet point scenario. but i hope you enjoyed it anyways! also please send requests in! or just send me a message for a chat because i’d love to talk to anyone about kpop tbh lmao. But thank you for reading!
The day Viviane found out she was pregnant she screamed down the bond in sheer joy.
Kallias winnowed into the infirmary in that instant with eyes roving for danger. His hands were coated in frost as he readied himself for whatever threat was trying to harm his wife.
But then he noticed Viviane walking toward him with one of the biggest smiles he had ever seen.
She then took his hand. The frost melted under her touch as she placed his palm against her stomach.
Kallias was confused at first, but quickly realized what his mate was trying to convey.
“Are you sure?” “Yes I am positive my love.” “This isn’t a dream right? Viviane are you completely and utterly sure-” Kallias fumbles for words. Something that he rarely ever does, but Viviane tugs his head down and firmly kisses him.
Suddenly Viviane finds herself lifted into the air and spinning as Kallias twirls them around with his laughter filling the air.
The other fae in the infirmary stare in shock and awe as the High Lord of the Winter Court’s composed demeanor fell away in a wake of smiles and kisses. Their High Lord was laughing. And his wife had joined in as well.
Kallias is with Viviane as she is giving birth. The whole time Viviane is cursing and ranting through the contraction.
Kallias tries to soothe is mate, but Viviane swiftly turns to glare at Kallias with frigid eyes and her teeth gritted in pain.
“I swear Kallias I am about to freeze your balls off in this moment if you don’t stop telling me to keep taking deep breaths.”
“But Viv the mid-wife said-”
“I AM YOUR WIFE! YOU SHOULD WORRY ABOUT THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH!”
Kallias has never been more frightened in his entire life, but continues to brush back his wife’s hair and cool her sweating forehead with his ice powers.
When their daughter is born Viviane is all smiles while Kallias breaths a sigh of relief. His wife and daughter are safe. And so are his balls considering that Viviane is currently preoccupied with holding their baby
The High Lord of the Winter Court is in awe when Viviane hands him their child wrapped in a little bundle of warm fleece.
After a little time passes Viviane will carry her daughter out on walks around the court to introduce her to the little messenger foxes and other animals that assist the Winter Court.
And Kallias even brings forth an arctic fox plush toy that his daughter takes with her everywhere.
i. I know I told you this, but I haven’t heard from you in a while and I just wanted to remind you that I left the ball in your court. That I will sacrifice my happiness and give you another chance, all you have to do is reach out and tell me you don't want to throw this friendship away.
ii. So by the looks of it you are having a lot of fun with your new friends, don’t get me wrong I’m happy you found happiness. But I just want to make sure that this isn’t you escaping your past and letting these new friends be a band-aid for old wounds. I am here if you ever want to talk.
iii. I miss you. I can’t believe this happened again, that after reconnecting you chose to put me second again. You hurt me more than I thought. And I know I told you that you were hurting me, and you said you were sorry; but are you?
iv. Do you miss me? Or have you replaced me enough to forget me? Because I worry about you every day, your state of mind and if you’re being kind to yourself. But when I picture how you’re spending your day, I can't imagine you missing me.
v. I am no stranger to the notion of people leaving me. I have been told ‘forever’ only for 'forever’ to expire later on. This isn’t new for me, missing people is almost routine for me. But you linger more than others. You creep up on me.
vi. I thought I would be able to move on, because you hurt me so bad. But turns out you too are a bad addiction of mine that I just can’t shake.
Texts I would text you if I ever got drunk enough and brave enough.
She is screaming for Jason to keep going all the way and when he kicks the ball into the back of the net she is picking up zack and swinging him around “DID YOU SEE HIM GO!?”(i have a headcanon that jason played football to appease his dad but really he liked soccer)
She gets to the gym 40mins b4 game time to make sure she saves the perfect seats that wont block her or the kids when cheering Zack on during one of his basketball games. She records everyone of them and watches it with mama taylor while the kids are busy with ranger duties/school
She makes sure kimberly drinks plenty of water during her track and field comps. She braids her hair back so it isnt in her face and always places a good luck kiss against her temple whispering helpful reminders like “Dont forget to tuck your leg during hurdles”
She lets billy test his robots abilities against her and helps with any adjusting “my mom is happy im in a club even though it’s robot fighting but she never wants to help me with the dirty work….im glad you wanna help me” he made his robot a tiara for when it goes into battle.
She is right next to the coach on the court screaming and cheering on while trini is spiking ball after ball into the opponents side during volleyball games “She might be short but ya kids got a good jump ms prince!”
Diana Prince has a jersey for each kid she wears during every game all homemade.
Ive been reading the Diana Prince adopts Trini au and like the parts where she is just accepting the other 4 as her own had my ass in my feels and i had to share
An Aquarius said he couldn’t handle the things that’s been happening between him and his girlfriend. Things got too repititive and it felt like they were dancing to the same old song, and hearing this made me a little sad. He asked for advice as to what to do, and I told him to think back the first time and how they ended up together in the first place, and why.. why they chose to be together. He stayed silent…
An Aries couldn’t help but text his girl every single time she doesn’t reply. He starts to overthink if he had done something wrong or said something out of line, and he begins to panic. Overthinking. He starts calling her and making sure she’s okay… She just fell asleep on him.
A Cancer messaged his girl at 2 am in the morning: You’ve been on my mind today, and I just want to thank you. I’m not so good with these emotions. Shit. Baby, you know exactly what to say to me. I need you in my life.
A Capricorn sighed, “I’m done..” he whispered as he slowly stands up and turned his back to me. I watched him slowly walk out of the door.
A Gemini slowly inched himself towards me and said, “You don’t have to always try for me. You do you, and I do me.. but that doesn’t mean I’m yours. Make sense? We’re in this together..”
A Leo looked at me with a frown on his face. He clasped his hands together and said, “Listen, I lowered my pride for you.. Is that enough? No, I don’t think so.”
A Libra closed his eyes as he starts to imagine about his girl. He sighs and clenched his fist. ‘Why can’t I let her go’, he thought. It’s been years since she’s moved on and left and the break up made him a little scared to jump again.
A Pisces looked at me, clenching his fists from holding his anger in. He saw the look in my eyes and calmed down and said, “Look, I’m at the point where I’m really trying for you. I’m trying so much for you and I do my fucking best to make this all work for you, but give ME something to work with. My words don’t mean nothing? I’m sorry for being so mushy all the time. I love it, but don’t put me in a spot where I feel like I’m doing all the work here. I’ve been keeping this shit for too long and for once I just want you to open up to me and tell me you love me. I need some sort of reassurance that you can fall to me when you need someone, I want to see you at your lows and see the side of you only I can see because shit like that makes me know that you care.. I need that from you. I’ve done what I can, and the ball is in your court. I love you, but my shit.. I’m so lost as to how you feel towards me.”
A Sagittarius looked puzzled as he starts to overthink about every situation. He begins to lose his train of thought when she walked towards him. It’s been months since they’ve been dating and he has been planning to tell her that he loves her, but it has to be perfect to him..for her.
A Scorpio looked at me dead in the eye and said, “I’m not here to play games with you. I’m not here for foolish games, or any of that shit. I don’t have time to waste time, so if you want this just tell me because, to be honest with you, I think I deserve more than just some dude you trying to talk to.”
A Taurus grabbed a hold of his girl and kissed her forehead, “I hate that I can’t always hold you when you’re off to work. Call me silly, babe but damn, damn it..” She smiled up at him and grabbed a hold of his cheeks, he tilts his head to kiss her hand softly.
A Virgo looked into my eyes and shook his head and said, “Look, I don’t know want you want me to say. I like you too, and I wouldn’t bother talking to you if I didn’t like you..” I told him I wanted more than that and he laughed and shook his head some more. “You expect me to just come out and cry all that’s inside me?” he asked. He clicked his tongue and continued, “I don’t know how to express myself like you want me to. I can’t. Your words mean nothing if you’re not putting actions behind it. I don’t really know what else to say, but you know.. it’s whatever.”
Summary: Royal AU: the reader is a princess next in line to take the throne. Bucky is a knight that has been put in charge of taking care of and protecting the reader.
A/N: do you hear me gasping for air? because it’s happening. i’m so in loove with this like oh my god. i just love AUs so much! I hope you guys enjoy this! I’m thinking of making this a series? we shall see where it takes us
I'm going to get a decent amount of sleep tonight.
My brain at 3 am:
VERONICA OPEN THE-OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE VERONICA OPEN THE DOOR, VERONICA CAN WE NOT FIGHT ANYMORE PLEASE CAN WE NOT FIGHT ANYMORE!!!HEYO YOU WESTERBURG TELL ME WHATS THATS SOUND HEYO WESTERBURG COMIN' TA PUT YOU IN THE GROUND, HEYO WESTERBURG GIVE A GREAT BIG YELL, WESTERBURG WILL KNOCK YOU OUT AND SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL!! DAD SAYS ACT OUT AGE YOU HEARD THE MAN ITS TIME TO RAGE (BLAST THE BASS TURN OUT THE LIGHT, AINT NOBODY HOME TONIGHT) DRINK SMOKE ITS ALL COOL LETS GET NAKED IN MY POOL!!!! OH LOOK HEATHER'S GOING TO WHINE WHINE WHINE ALL NIGHT, YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE WHY NOT KILL YOURSELF!!!! I LEARNED TO COOK PASTA I LEARNED TO PAY RENT LEARNED THE WORLD DOESN'T OWE YOU A CENT!!! CANT WAIT TIL LATER MY PANTS ARE RUBBING LIKE A HOT CHEESE GRATER-MY BALLS ARE IN YOUR COURT-AND MAKE THESE BALLS NOT BLUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! I NEED IT HARD I'M A DEAD GIRL WALKING.I'M IN YOUR YARD I'M A DEAD GIRL WALKING-I'M HOT AND PISSED AND ON THE PILL-GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR MAKE THIS WHOLE TOWN DISAPPEAR!! MY NAME'S PAULINE I LIVE ALONE MY HUSBAND LEFT MY KIDS ARE GROWN. IN THE 60S LOVE WAS FREE, THAT DID NOT WORK OUT WELL FOR ME, I HAVE STRUGGLED WITH DESPAIR I'VE JOINED A CULT CHOPPED OFF MY HAIR I CHANT I PRAY BUT GOD'S NOT THERE SO STEVE I'M ENDING OUR AFFAIR!!!!!THERE WAS A BIG SWORD FIGHT IN HER MOUTH YES WE'RE CONVINCED IT, WENT DOWN IN HER MOUTH (I HOPE SHE RINSED IT!)!!!!! ARE WE GOING TO HAVE A PROBLEM, YOU GOTTA BONE TO PICK, YOU'VE COME SO FAR WHY NOW ARE YOU PULLING ON MY DICK, I'D NORMALLY SLAP YOUR FACE OFF, AND EVERYONE HERE COULD WATCH, BUT I'M FEELING NICE HERE'S SOME ADVICE LISTEN UP BIOTCH!!!! SAY HI TO GOD [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM]!!!!!!!!!
-Alexander is a volley ball and track person.
-it helps him take out aggression by hitting the ball smack down onto the other team’s floor.
-running helps him push himself which he loves .
-John Laurens is a swimmer and baseball player.
-amazing at batting, not so good in the field.
-Lafayette is a cheerleader (for Hercules only).
-he’s so freaking cheerful all the time Jesus Christ the other cheerleaders are angry at how peppy he is.
-he smiles during arguements with the others and laughs when the other cheer teams insult him.
-Hercules walks up like “you talking bullcrap about my cheetleader?”
-they back off immediately.
-Thomas Jefferson is in track and basketball.
-Hamilton and Jefferson run against each other and then get super hot and sweaty afterwards.
- “shit Thomas looks hot” “oh no im gay” “damn” “HEY THOMAS ILL RACE YOU DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE I THINK YOURE HOT WHEN YOU FINISH”.
-they fight over the court because practice times get mixed up.
-Alex spikes the ball at Thomas.
-Thomas chucks the basketball at them when they’ve been going back and forth with no mistakes.
-or he puts the volley ball somewhere really high up.
-Hercules is in field events and football
-PEGGY THE SOCCER PLAYER AND CHEERLEADER HELL YESSSSSSSSS!
-eliza is a volley ball gal and damn she is so good at saving the ball from hitting the floor.
-her and hammy exchange tips and practice together on weekends.
-Thomas gets jealous and tries to learn how to play once.
-he got caught by Alex and was made fun of it for the rest of eternity.
-Angelica would SO be a basketball player like damn.
-she would school all the boys including Thomas.
-Aaron Burr does track but he never does sprinting because he prefers to pace himself and is always slow and it pisses Alexander off SO. F#CKING. MUCH.
-George Washingmachine is the ref for almost everything. Super fair and nice as well.
-King George is the other ref and is a huge d!ck. Super unfair. Nobody likes him.
-Lafayette wanted to do almost all the sports but Washingmachine had to tell him to tone it down because he was just such a cinnamon roll and didn’t realize he would break down from stress and exhaustion.
-James dabbles in some field events but mostly doesn’t do a lot because of his asthma.
-An amazing tutor for people that want to do sports and excersize tho.
- “Just breath and relax.”
- holds a yoga class outside of school. Aaron, Eliza, and Thomas all attend.
-Maria is the best and most beautiful softball player this world has ever seen and damn right she dabbles in hockey and swimming.
-she and John talk about swimming techniques all the time.
-she also teaches Lafayette how to play hockey without falling or looking like a doof.
-Hercules secretly watches and giggles when his bf makes a shot in and cheers about it for the next 2 minutes.
-Hamilton gets excited after his school wins the track regionals or something
-he kisses Thomas like a lot and then quickly runs away but Thomas catches up
- “we should win more often, I could use more of that hamilton~”
- they all go to the gym together or get ice cream together and talk about cheat days, Washingmachine and how nice he is, King George and how much of an @ss he is, and Charles Lee who is a stubborn piece of crap.
“i want them to hear your story. and know that there is a special strength…” as i spoke i realized i needed to hear it, know it, too. “a special strength in enduring such dark trials and hardships… and still remaining warm, and kind. still willing to trust–and reach out.”
Can you write more about the twinyards hatred for Arnold? It cured my depression I need more. Your writing is amazing
(SO SORRY I ABANDONED TUMBLR FOR A BIT)
Neil had gone for an early morning run.
That was exactly when the trouble began. Or returned, if you looked at it from a certain angle.
It had been a colder morning, as the bitter grey skies that marked early December mornings hung low over the campus. Andrew had for a second tried to convince Neil not to be an idiot and to stay in bed, his hand loosely wrapping itself around Neil’s wrist, his expression a grumpy one as he poked his hand out of the blankets. “You’ll get sick,” Andrew had said, reminding him that Neil was prone to many things. Bad luck, poor computer skills and a delightfully terrible immune system.
“I need to keep my times steady,” Neil told him, flicking a glance towards where Kevin slept, a tangled mess of blankets and three bottles of vodka. “You’ll be happier that I do.”
Neil had slipped out of the dorm room and Andrew had gone back to sleep, his back pressed to the chilly dorm wall.
When the phone rang, he answered it. Andrew was more evolved than Neil was. More capable of answering a phone.
“Hey, this is Andrew right?” came a voice decidedly not Neil’s. Andrew pressed his lips together tight, narrowing his eyes. Waiting. “Listen, he keeps demanding that I call you and that you need to be here now.”
“Who is this?”
Arnold Mayes. Andrew could remembering that obnoxious voice, chattering to Neil about stupid stuff like global warming and starving children. “Why exactly do you have Neil’s cellphone?”
“I accidentally hit him with my car-”
Aaron and Andrew went to the hospital together, equally scowling and with their arms crossed. “Josten,” one said to the nurse, irritation bleeding into their voice.
“Mayes,” another said.
“He hit you.”
“It was dark.”
“You aren’t running alone again.”
“You have three broken ribs and a fractured wrist.”
“Which all feel fine.”
“That’s because you’re currently doped out of your skull, rabbit.”
“It feels great.”
“So I hear you can’t figure out the magic of stop signs,” Aaron said, leaning back in the hard plastic chair in the waiting room, directly across from Arnold. “I know, it is a bit difficult figuring out big white lettering that says stop.”
He winced, looking guilty and upset. “I didn’t mean to hit him, I would never want to hit him.”
“Yet you managed to hit him hard enough to break bones. Exactly how fast were you driving?”
“I wasn’t paying attention-”
“God, that is such an Arnold thing to do.”
Settling Neil back in the tower should have been easy. Andrew was basically a pro at corralling him into the elevator and onto the couch, hiding his running shoes and keys to the stadium.
Arnold kept trying to meet with Neil personally and explain what had happen. At first it was just constant calling Neil’s cellphone but then eventually he managed his way into the building.
“I need to see Neil.” Arnold said, loud. His eyes were red and people in the hallway were beginning to stare at the scene of Andrew standing with his arms crossed in front of the ridiculously tall boy.
“No you don’t.”
“He needs to understand that I didn’t mean to hurt him.”
“Yet you still gave a good attempt to run him over.”
The affair was documented on the school’s YikYak of people captioning dialogue. Twitter showed a semi viral video of the seven foot boy crying hysterically at Andrew’s feet, which Aaron screenshotted and used as his phone screen background, temporarily replacing his girlfriend’s for exactly three and half days.
“Kevn could drive better,” Andrew told Aaron.
“My racquet could drive better.”
“You can’t seriously take him to court over this,” Neil told Andrew, frowning. It was hard to care what he was saying when he winced everytime he moved. “Andrew, this is crazy.”
“I’m keeping a maniac off the road.”
“You literally used a car to kill your own mother.”
“I can’t believe we could be related to a jackass like that,” Aaron told Matt during practise, hitting the ball a little bit too aggressively. “It is sickening, thinking about the fact that we could have a third brother who doesn’t understand how speeding laws work.”
“Right,” Matt said, eyes tracking where the ball had zoomed off to.
“Speeding laws are basically the pillars of society like who even fucks that shit up?”
by: mldrgrl Rated: PG Summary: Written for @leiascully‘s “Lists” challenge
Scully sat at the table in her kitchen, tapping the top of her pen against the blank yellow legal pad of paper in front of her. She had sat down with a cup of tea, intending to prepare a list of pros and cons to the proposition Mulder had given her, but so far, the paper was still blank and the tea had gone cold and untouched. She sighed and clicked on her pen, putting the ballpoint to the page. Finally, she wrote a header.
Should Muld we become lovers?
Even writing it down made her cheeks burn. She dropped the pen and got up from the table, swiping the tepid mug of tea up and taking it to the sink. She ran cold water from the tap and wet her hands before bringing them up to her cheeks. A dishrag lay crumbled on the counter and she took it up to dry her hands.
At the back of one of her cupboards was a bottle of whiskey. She could never remember why it was there or who it belonged to, but it had been in her cupboard for years, nearly full and collecting dust. There were no shot glasses on hand, so she poured an estimate of a shot into a mug and took that back to the table and sat back down.
She was only able to down about half the whiskey she poured, which was followed by a few moments of coughing and sputtering. She wiped her watering eyes with the back of her hand and picked up the pen again. Already, her limbs felt warm and loose.
I think it’s against the rules
They would use it against us
Would the work suffer?
Could he give me what I want?
What do I want?
We could hurt each other
We can not go back
That was as far as she got before she put the pen down and licked her lips. The taste of the whiskey was still sharp on her tongue. She tapped her pen again until there was a knock on her door and her shoulders jerked in surprise. It was after ten and she was in her pajamas and a robe, not dressed for visitors, but who else would knock on her door at ten o’clock on a Thursday night but Mulder?
Lethargically, Scully went to open the door. Her senses were a bit dulled from the alcohol and her fingers slipped on the chain latch.
“Hey,” Mulder said, slipping past her once she’d gotten the door open. He was still in the suit she’d left him in at the office, only his tie was loose and he had his hands shoved into the pockets of his trench coat.
“Hey,” Scully said, shuffling away from him to go back to the table.
“I thought we could talk.”
“I know it’s late, but I thought maybe our conversation got a little out of hand today at work and…we should talk.”
“You told me it was my decision to make,” she said, chair creaking as she sat down. “That the ball was in my court.”
“I know,” he said, taking a seat across from her and taking his hands out of his pockets to fold them on the table. “Maybe I was wrong.”
“About it being your decision alone.” He glanced down at the legal pad on the table and Scully held her breath, but didn’t move. Two fingers went to the top of the pad and he slid it closer to him and turned it around. “Seems like I got here just in time.”
She didn’t say anything as she watched his eyes dart across the page. He glanced up at her and then over at the mug. She followed his gaze and licked the corner of her mouth as he picked up the mug and gave it a little sniff.
“Liquid courage?” he asked.
“You can have the rest,” she said.
“No, thanks.” He put the mug back down and then picked up her pen. “It’s not against the rules, by the way,” he said, drawing a line through number one on her list. “Unless I was your superior.”
“How many times have you reminded me that you’re the head of the x-files division and I just work there?”
Mulder’s eyes went wide for a moment and his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. He took the mug back up and downed the rest of the whiskey with a slight hiss.
“You’re my partner,” he said, scratching another line across number one. “End of story.”
“When it’s convenient,” she said, calmly lacing her fingers together in her lap. She could feel a fight brewing, but Mulder was focusing all his attention on her list.
“They use us against each other all the time, Scully. They already know I would go to the ends of the earth for you, I kind of literally, already did. And you, you once willingly got yourself held in contempt of congress by refusing to give them my whereabouts.”
“I didn’t even know your whereabouts,” she argued.
“They didn’t know that.” He crossed out number two as well.
“Are you going to do this for every item?”
“You bet. Would the work suffer? Is that a joke?”
“How do you know it wouldn’t?”
“Because, I know. It never has before.”
“Hold on,” she said, reaching across the table and putting her hand over his as he went to cross it out. “That’s not true, Mulder.”
“So, we’ve had a few rough patches. We always get through it.”
“What if there’s more at stake?”
“Now you’re skipping ahead to number six.”
“So what if I am? They don’t have to be mutually exclusive. I mean it, Mulder. If I disagree with you about one of your theories, what’s going to stop you from blaming it on a lover’s quarrel we had the night before?”
“What was the lover’s quarrel about?”
Scully took her hand from his wrist and sat back with a sigh. “They’re legitimate concerns. Don’t belittle them or dismiss them so easily.”
The pen hovered over the list in Mulder’s hand and then he set it down. “What do you want?” he asked. “What do you want that I might not be able to give you? Because, I’ll tell you right now, I would give you anything.”
“Even time to figure it out?”
“If time is what you need.”
“It might be.”
“You know what I don’t see on this list?”
“Whether or not you want me.”
“That’s not something I have to question.”
Mulder got up and went around the table to her side where he knelt down at the side of her chair. She sighed as he turned her chair towards him and then put his hands on her knees. He looked up at her with a puppy dog gaze until she sighed again and put her hands over his.
“I just think it’s time for us, Scully,” he said. “I’ve been fighting it for so long and I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“And you know I have to think about everything. It’s what I do.”
Mulder nodded and then he pulled one hand from hers and put it on the back of her neck. He stretched his neck up and tipped his head while bringing her face closer to his.
“Mulder,” she whispered.
“Shh,” he breathed against her mouth. “I’m giving you something to think about.”
Her eyes drooped half-closed as his lips brushed hers. She felt a rush of heat move up her body and a coil of desire move down through her abdomen. A tiny whimper escaped from the back of her throat as he deepened the kiss and brought his arm around her waist. She had just let her eyes fall completely shut when he pulled away, rubbing the back of her neck with his thumb as he moved back.
“Dammit, Mulder,” she whispered.
“Take all the time you need,” he said, slowly letting go of her and getting to his feet. “See you tomorrow?”
He walked over to the door to let himself out while Scully sat quivering in her seat. “Have fun with that list,” he said as he walked out the door.
She sat looking at the closed door for a long time before she turned back to table and pulled her list back from where Mulder had left it. She picked up the pen and licked her lips. The taste of whiskey from Mulder’s tongue was in her mouth.
“The jail nurse also came in while I was there and changed the bandage on his wrist where he had slashed an artery in one of his four suicide attempts after his arrest.
‘Would you like to see my wound,’ he said, holding his arm out to me. (The cutting instrument he had used to make the suicidal incision had been fashioned from the metal casing of a ball point pen I had given him. Jailers at the neighboring San Mateo county jail, where he was kept for security reasons after two suicide attempts in Santa Cruz, had failed to remove the pen from his folder of papers when Kemper returned from court).
He had previously assured me, ‘It’s not your fault.’ He tried to explain his suicide attempts, saying that he did not have a suicidal feeling when he was first ‘locked up.’ Then the ‘kindness and respect with which I was treated by the people [jail personnel] after a while started to get to me …’
‘I started feeling like I didn’t deserve all that nice treatment after what I had done … and I guess that’s why I started cutting myself up.”
–An excerpt from an interview with Ed Kemper in Front Page Detective Magazine (March 1974), Marj von Beroldingen
This is something I wrote as a congratulations for my lovely friend @ignite-my-love for her first day at her new internship! I know she’ll do amazingly, and to show my support (because I can’t really do anything else) I wrote her this post-acowar fic about some characters we came up with a while ago. Hope you enjoy Nay (and everyone else who takes their time to read this) much love and congrats!
Zaire watched as the Prince of Velaris waltzed
around the ballroom, smiling at people, firmly shaking hands with men, bowing
for ladies, kissing the cheeks of babies, glowing like the fucking sun, all
that utter crap. He was an arrogant one, this Nikolai of the Night, and oh how
he knew it. Zaire could admit that his tan skin and dark blue-purple eyes were
really something, and his tousled blonde hair looked like it had just had a set
of hands running through it and he was so
tall and his shoulders broad and
she really needed to stop thinking about him. It was just unfair, the way his
dark suit hugged so closely to his body. Males in the Winter Court would never
be so scandalous with their attire! He even had his top three buttons undone so
the ladies could see the Illyrian tattoos on his chest!
Zaire rolled her eyes as he offered to dance
with another lady – her childhood friend. Her friend was blushing like a fool,
nearly tripping over her feet in her eagerness to dance with the Prince. Zaire
was envious though – envious of the ease her friend could dance with men and
let her hair down and wear loose clothes. Zaire had her hair so tight in a bun
it made her scalp ache, and her dress was the perfect shade of white to match
her skin and hair. She was the perfect image of a future Winter Queen. But
image or not, all she wanted to do was flee this dastardly place. She did not
care if it was a sacred holiday and that they had esteemed guests, she wanted
to escape home and take a bath, and just spend some time with herself. Was that
too much to ask? Maybe she would go to her parent’s home instead, pretend that
she had been too tired to go to her own palace as to avoid awkward questions.
Zaire was done looking down on the people of
her court. She was situated on a balcony that curved around the marble floor,
high enough to see everyone but to remain hidden away. She stepped back from
the edge, and sat on one of the many plush red chairs that were placed around
for people’s convenience. She closed her eyes and listened to the music,
letting the notes from the piano and whistles from the flutes carry her away
like she was also that fleeting. Her heart was heavy, and her limbs were numb,
and she couldn’t face another moment of it. She lied in on herself, resting her
head against her folded arms.
“What are you doing up here, Lady Zaire? Last I
saw the revelry was beneath us.”
Zaire flinched at the melodic voice from next to
her, and peeked a single eye open to see who was bothering her in her private
place. To her complete surprise, it was none other than Lord Nikolai.
“Prince Nikolai, welcome to the Winter Court.”
The smile she gave him was small and unconvincing, and she didn’t even care at
this point. “Last I saw you were
having quite the time dancing, why not continue?” The dismissal was subtle, and
he missed it.
“So you were watching me then. I had a
feeling.” He smirked at her, and she gave him her full attention. “Why would I
dance down there when the prettiest woman I’ve seen all night is up here?”
She sat up straight and cross one leg over the
other. “You seem to be mistaken, prince, I-”
“Call me Nik, all my friends do.” He
“But I am not your friend.”
His eyes twinkled, and he held out a hand. “Not
She looked at his outstretched hand once, and
then turned away. He let his hand fall, but his enthusiasm was still in full
“I haven’t seen much of the Winter Court
before.” He told her.
“I heard a rumour that you have the second-best
ice cream in all Prythian.”
She boggled at him. “Second best? You are
wrong, we have the best as far as the wind can take you. Halana’s is
unparalleled, especially the lavender and white chocolate the store offers.”
He put a hand on his chin, considering her
words. “I don’t believe you.”
“I am daughter of High Lady Viviane and High
Lord Kallias, you can trust my judgement.”
“I need proof.” He put simply.
“Then go try it.” She countered.
“If only I had an escort to show me where to
go.” He smiled at her again, this time far more tenderly. She could see it in
his eyes; he thought her to be skittish. Her persona may be, but in reality she
was a force as strong as the tide, as ferocious as the snow, and she would not
bend to the will of a male bored with what has already been offered to him.
“If only,” she said monotonously. She got up
from her chair, and went to walk away, but he hooked his arms in hers before
she could go anywhere.
“Hi,” he said.
“My name is Nik, and my mother made me come to
this alone because my twin sister’s cramps are too bad for her to leave the
house. I’m two-hundred and five, and my favourite colour is blue. I love to
paint, I did it with my grandmother at every opportunity before she passed, and
my best friends are my cousin Dimitri and my buddy Isaac. I have an unnatural
love for pizza, which I eat after every training session with my grandfather. I’m
a veilsinger, and there can never be too many dogs in the world. You?”
She raised an eyebrow at his onslaught of
information. His face became gentler at the mention of his family, and his
elbow was no longer tight on hers. She kept it linked though, her curiosity for
this male overpowering her resolve. “What?”
“I introduced myself, which is what someone
should do when they meet a nice Lady for the first time. I misread you, and
thought you would enjoy my sarcasm. I was wrong, and I apologize if I made you
uncomfortable. If it pleases you, I would love to hear more about you.”
Zaire was unsure if he was being genuine, but
decided it would not hurt for her to share a little bit. “My name is Zaire, and
I’m three-hundred and forty-two. I have a pet fox named Peter, he was the runt
of the litter and I couldn’t bear to see him put down so I stole him and kept
him in my room and cared for him until my parents found out. By then, I was too
attached and they let me keep him. My favourite colour is pink, and sometimes I
sing. My best friends name is Aleanor, but she was courted by a Lord in the
Summer Court so I barely see her anymore. I love ice-cream.”
Nik listened with rapt attention to her every
“In that case, Lady Zaire, would you like to
accompany me away from this hellish ball to get some ice-cream? I have it on
good authority that Halana’s is the best in Prythian.”
This male was too charming for his own good,
but that didn’t stop Zaire from giving him a shy nod, and leading him away from
“That can’t possibly be true!” Zaire snorted,
her ice-cream sitting melted and forgotten next to her.
“I swear on my soul it is. Dimka had been so
busy trying to get the attention of this female that he didn’t notice his arm
had been set on fire by his ex-lover. It wasn’t until I doused it that he did!
And then he was just like, ‘was that a flame? Oh dear, I really should be more
careful where I stick it, shouldn’t I?’”
Zaire roared with laughter, making a few fae
around them give her strange looks. Ice-cream (that Nik agreed was the best
he’d ever tasted) had turned into a four-hour conversation, that had led to her
being wrapped in his jacket and her hair falling loose. He still looked as
pristine as before, but now there was a fine blush colouring his cheeks and his
sleeves had been rolled up to reveal more tattoos. Zaire covered her mouth to
stifle her laughs, but that only led to a few joyful tears falling down her
“I wish I could say this was a single
occurrence, but that man has a serious problem when it comes to choosing his
lovers.” Nik chortled.
“This one time, Aleanor and I decided to skinny
dip in the lake west of the palace, and it was a terrible idea. Not only was it
freezing, but her brother, who rather fancied me, stole my clothes so I
couldn’t leave. He left Al’s, so she had to get dressed and run to get me some
more, but she took over an hour. There were people sailing that night and I had
no clue beforehand! I had to hide between rocks, cover myself in algae and
pretend I was an Ice Wraith so sailors wouldn’t come any closer. I was
“He sounds dreadful.” Nik wrinkled his nose.
“He was young and stupid – as we all are at
“Not me. I was born fully formed and ready to
charm my way around the world. It was rather miraculous.”
“Oh really? I can imagine how lanky you
would’ve been coming into your height. Too much limb and not enough muscle.”
Nik placed a hand over his heart and feigned a
sigh. “You’ve wounded me, Darlin’. How ever will I recover?”
They were sitting at one of the many quaint
tables that lined the rushing river than ran through the capital of her court. They
were there for weary people needing a rest, adventurous lovers who wanted to
take a pause, and for budding friends who needed a break from pesky balls. It
was well into the night, and the moon reflected light right onto the river next
to him, lighting up their surroundings with a low, white glow.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” Zaire reached
forward and dipped her finger in the gooey remnants of his banana and caramel
ice-cream, popping her finger in her mouth and moaning at the taste. Stores
should just sell melted ice-cream, she decided, in the morning she’ll make it a
Nik didn’t reply, just rested his head on his
hands and watched her. She winked at him jokingly, but all he did was to
continue to gaze at her adoringly. She let him sit in silence, trying to
contain a smile from being looked at like that, but she couldn’t.
“Why are you doing that?” She waved in the direction
of his face.
“Because I think you’re wonderful.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but
couldn’t find the words. Instead she inclined her head away, hoping to hide her
spreading blush, and tapped her nails on the table.
“Would you sing for me, Zaire?” he asked
Normally, she would say no to such a request.
Her voice was one of the few things that belonged solely to her, and she didn’t
like to share such an intimate part of herself with people. She would rather
strip naked and yell from the top of a mountain than share her voice with a
stranger, but Nik was nice, and he made her feel warm in a very cold life. She
would only ever see him tonight, so why not live it to its fullest?
She sang for him a silly nursery rhyme meant
for children, nothing too revealing, but still a taste of her capabilities. “All things bright and new, saved the day of
girl gone blue, Lover gold and lover lest, bring the girl a hidden crest, Times
are dark but oh have faith, the girl gone blue without a trace, the golden girl
is cauldron blessed, to save the good and smite the rest.”
“I’ve heard that before, my father used to sing
it to me before I went to sleep.” Nik said after a pause.
“Mine too.” She looked down, and felt fingers
graze her cheek. When she blinked up, Nik had a hand out, his face searching.
“Can I kiss you, Lady Zaire?” He whispered.
She thought about it for a second. It would be
a terrible sin to kiss him when she would only see him for the night, but oh
she wanted to kiss him terribly. She had from the moment he’d scooped up his
ice-cream and announced her a genius, and the thought of the kind male in front
of her showing her just a tendril of love…
“You may, Lord Nikolai.”
He got up and came to stand in front of her,
kneeling down so their eyes were level. With a shy hesitancy, he brought his
lips to hers.
His kiss was as warm as his jokes, as embracing
as his laughter, and as tender as his soul. She may only have known him for one
night, but that was enough.
Her fingers slid into his wavy hair, and his
went to lightly caress her waist.
Zaire had never been kissed like this in all
her life, and she couldn’t help but pull him closer so she could deepen it,
flicking her tongue against his and pushing her breasts to his chest. He
quietly moaned, and the sound made a sensation latch into her lower half and
rush to the rest of her body.
They both stood so they could be as close to
one another as possible, Nik no longer restricting his kiss to just her mouth,
but now lowering his full lips to her jaw and neck. Zaire wanted to enjoy the
taste he’d left in her mouth, but she was becoming nervous that someone would
“Come home with me?” She blurted, not totally
thinking of the consequences.
Nik brought himself back and nodded, pressing
one more short kiss to her lips before she winnowed them away.
Her room was as opulent as you’d expect for a
lady of her stature. Walls of white marble slashed with gold made her
surroundings, although not much was seen due to the heavy pink drapes that
lined them. Her bed was large and circular, covered in an array of coloured cushions
and a thick duvet. There was also a large fireplace that was constantly lit,
magic used to keep it forever in control. To the left was her large ensuite, a
bath big enough to fit two people, enchanted to always be at the ready if you
Nik and Zaire stood in front of the fireplace
as he lovingly undressed her. He started with helping take the pins out of her
hair, letting the long white waves fall to her waist. He then turned her, and
let his deft fingers unbutton her dress, all the while letting his fingers
graze over her pale skin. He started at her neck, and worked to where they
ended just below the base of her spine. He let the dress fall, and Zaire
shivered now that she was completely bare before him. She turned, and not
nearly as gentle as he had been, ripped at his shirt until it was on the floor
with her dress. He let out a low moan of pleasure at her actions, and undid his
belt and let his pants fall to the ground. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled
him towards her, jumping slighting to wrap her legs around his waist. He caught
her thighs and held her up, kissing her languidly before walking them over to
As Nik laid her down, all thoughts left Zaire’s
mind other than the ones about how much she wanted this male in front of her.
How was it possible that in only one night she can feel more desire than she
had accumulatively over the last twenty years? It had been decades since her
body had soaked like this, since she’d needed to moan just to release some of
the tension in her body.
Nik was holding himself up over her, nipping
and licking at her neck. Her body jolted as he moved down her, briefly sucking
on her nipples before moving to just below her navel. “Is this okay?” It was
clear what he wanted to do, and she furiously nodded her approval.
With a cocky smirk on his face, he swiped up
her centre with his tongue, moaning when he tasted how wet she was for him. Zaire
let out a small gasp at the sensation, and gripped one of the pillows behind
her head. He continued to work her with his tongue, focusing on just the right
place to make her set on fire. Her legs shook, and her back arched, and she
opened her thighs wider so he had all the access he would need. His hands
wrapped around her thighs and squeezed, his eyes shut while he dived in and out
She hissed his name – the single thing she could remember while he was making
her feel this way.
Her body convulsed as she neared the edge, and
with one last lick, she was screaming his name as she came. Her legs stopped
shaking, and her body was like jelly beneath him. It had far too many years
since she’d left like that, and she was revelling not only in her orgasm but
also because such a fine man gave it to her and how he did.
He kissed up her body, retracing the steps he’d
taken to get down, and he put his elbows either side of her face so he could
lean over her.
Zaire grazed her fingers over his face: across
his brow, his lips, his cheekbones.
“All good, Darlin’?”
“Do that again, what you did to my body. Can
you do that again?” She was utterly delirious from pleasure beneath him, and
could no longer string together a truly coherent thought or sentence.
She choked on whatever words she would’ve said
next as he slowly entered her, his generous length filling her to his base. She
out her arms around him, beckoning him closer but also so she could drag her
nails down his back. Her legs wrapped around him, just wanting as much of her
skin to be pressed against him as possible. He was quietly groaning his name in
her ear, and his thrusts became quicker and more passionate with every passing
Between her already recent orgasm, it wasn’t
long until she was finishing again, this time growling his name as he went over
the edge with her, riding her through it. He collapsed to the side after he was
done, and once he made sure she was too, his breathing heavy. Zaire curled up
next to him and laid her head on his chest and hooked her leg up on his,
running a hand up and down his chiselled torso. His hair was dishevelled, at
some point she had pulled at it, and his arm came to securely wrap around her.
“I can’t remember the last time a man made me
feel like that.” She admitted to him. Maybe she shouldn’t, she acknowledged as
an afterthought, it would seem desperate and might drive him away in the last
few hours they could have together.
“A lady such as yourself deserves that anytime
she wants.” He assured her.
She laughed lightly and pressed her face into
him, closing her eyes and letting her body relax. “You going to be here when I
wake up then?”
He rolled them both so he was still holding
her, but her back was to his chest. He had one arm resting under her head, and
the other securely around her waist. It was the most comfortable position Zaire
thought she had ever been in, and let her contented fatigue overcome her.
The sun shone through Zaire’s wide window, and
she stifled a groan as she realised she had to get up. She was still cuddled in
Nik’s warm embrace, and she didn’t feel inclined to move. She had to though,
before a maid came stumbling in wanting to clean the (now incredibly messy)
“Wake up.” She shook his arms. He made a non-committal
hum and just pulled his arm tighter around her. She giggled lightly at his
touch and turned her head kissing the underside of his jaw. “I can’t get us breakfast
if you don’t let me go.”
“I’m happy just to taste you again, Darlin’.” He
purred. His hand around her waist wandered south, and she jolted at his touch.
She smacked his hand away but laughed at his
antics. Finally free from his grip, she got up and sauntered over to put her
robe on, making sure he got a good look first. “I think that was the best
winter solstice I’ve had in a while.”
She turned back to look at him, and her insides
melted at the sight. He was propped lazily up on one elbow making his abdominal
muscles even more defined. He was still reaching to where her body had just
been, and a mischievous smile graced his handsome face.
“I’ll bring you back something to eat.” She
left the room before she pounced on him – something that would have been rather
She was walking down the spiral steps that went
to her kitchen and reflected on the night before. She never could’ve guessed as
she watched Nik dance at the ball that he would end up in her bed. Not just
that though, he had also listened to her when she spoke, and laughed at her
jokes, and made her feel alive again. It may only have been a one night affair,
but it was enough to wake up her sleeping soul. She couldn’t contain the smile
on her lips.
She sang lightly to herself as she skipped
down, but stopped in a deathly instant when she heard people talking in the
kitchen, and not just anyone.
She didn’t care about decency as she raced back
to her room, running as fast as she could to get away from that voice. She
whirled into her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her, locking it as
she did. Nik greeted her hello, but she didn’t respond.
The blonde male was in the process of getting
dressed but he had yet to put on his jacket or shirt. She picked them up off
the floor and shoved them at him, urging him to go towards the window.
“The royal children of the Night Court can fly,
yes? You need to leave, now.”
“I don’t care if this wounds your ego, you need
to leave before they get here.”
“Is someone coming?” He smirked. “I can just
hide under your bed, or get that bath ready for us.” He winked suggestively.
“Unfortunately, that’s not an option. I don’t
care where you go as long as you are far away from this house.” She pushed him
back again and he relinquished a step, a confused look on his face. She hated
that she made him look like that, but it was for the best. Son of the most
powerful High Lady to ever exist or not, the person coming would kill him if
she found out what they had done.
She tried to push him again but he caught her
wrists and brought them around his neck. He stepped into her, resting his
forehead to hers. “If you are afraid of this person, I can help you Zaire. Say
the word and it’s done.”
She considered lying to him, trying to salvage this
as much as she could, but it would be too unfair to string Nik along like that.
She bit her lip, hard enough to hurt, closed her eyes, and told him the truth.
“It’s my husband.”
She went cold as he broke all contact between
them. She didn’t dare open her eyes, not wanting to see the look of betrayal on
his face that was surely there.
“I wish you were just saying this to drive me
away, but I can hear the honesty to your words.” Nik said.
“I’m sorry.” She hushed. “He was meant to be
away on a hunting trip for the next four days, I had no idea he was going to
come back early.”
Her pathetic excuse for an apology was met with
silence, and she opened her eyes assuming he was gone.
He wasn’t, but he was standing in front of her
window, one hand raised to the cold glass, lovely wings now extended on his
“Whatever has come of this night, at least I
made a new friend. Good day to you, Lady Zaire. May I see you again one day.”
Fandom: Marvel/Avengers Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Steve Rodgers x sister!reader Prompts: 21. “I did NOT tell you to set it on fire!!” 6. "That’s french for ‘go away’.“ Summary: After getting caught flying in a stolen Iron Man suit the reader is held for questioning in some dark corner of the Avengers Compound. Concerned Steve and Tony try to find out how and why you’ve gone to such lengths to get their attention. Part 1 Warning: There’s some suggestive stuff between Tony and the reader. I want to make it clear, I’m NOT approving of a relationship between a grown man and a 16 yr old!! I’m just using these interactions to so the extent of the reader’s emotional detachment, and the twisted way they are used to communicating in precarious situations. The interactions between them will in no way develop into a romantic plot line
After your revelation there was a small commotion. Tony sent Peter on a fact finding mission, gave Steve a moment to breathe, and you agreed not to kill anyone if they untied you. ”Didn’t know being a Rogers had it’s perks,” you muttered at Tony’s back while he led you out of the interrogation room and into a spacious office. Tony watched as you walked past him and into the room, heading straight for the windows. ”Enjoying the view or looking for a way out?” he asked after a moment of silence. ”Both.” ”I got a partial story from Cap, but, as you can imagine, he was a bit preoccupied with having a panic attack.” Tony said, watching you scan the landscape around the compound. “So Y/N Rogers, do you want to fill me in?” ”Daddy dearest unfroze and needed to unwind. Met my mom- in the biblical sense- then a year later my mom met a drunk driver. I survived, she didn’t.” You voice didn’t give away any sense of resentment or pain. Actually Tony noticed a complete lack of emotion. It was as if you were explaining to him how addition and subtraction worked. ”Never pictured Rogers as the one night stand type,” Tony said to himself. ”We can be,” you said throwing a look over your shoulder at him and giving a smile. Tony looked confused not understanding how you could dryly talk about growing up parent-less and then flip a switch and be a confident smart-ass. Your conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Mr. Stark?” Peter said stepping into the room. “I found the files you asked for. I mean- Jarvis found them.” He carried a hefty stack of papers over to Tony and lowered his voice, “Y/N’s used a lot of aliases but facial recognition identified her in all of these cases.” You winked at Peter causing him to shove the files into Tony’s hands and leave in a flustered mess. “Play nice,” Tony warned noticing the effect you were having on his innocent intern. “Oh I will,” you muttered under your breath purely for your own entertainment.
“I must say, you’ve done a lot to get our attention. Theft, arson, assault, organizing a small group of thugs and smugglers.” ”Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, “I was just doing my thing. Like I said before, you didn’t catch me until I needed you to. Hence why you didn’t even know I existed.” ”There’s no way you would have kept under the radar for that long. You ran with a rough crowd.” ”I ran the rough crowd. And yeah, it’s easy to fly under the radar when it’s full of aliens and A.I.s. Great job on that by the way,” you said giving him a sarcastic thumbs up. Tony bristled at the mention of Ultron. “So you what? Saw some petty crime during your orphaned childhood and thought- damn, that looks like a good time?” His witty response entertained you, momentarily knocking down your guard and letting an honest answer slip by. ”No. I was taught. By people who knew what I was before I even did.” Once the words came out you clenched your jaw, the tensed muscle were the only sign that you had given away too much. Tony picked up on it. ”Taught huh? Like in between your French and Chemistry classes?” He threw a bit of sarcasm back, flaunting that he had caught your slip. You didn’t move or respond, eyes trained on the wall behind Tony. ”Who taught you?” he pressed. “Fuck off” you said out of the side of your mouth, re-straightening your posture and looking at him with an uninterested expression. “That’s french for ‘go away’.” ”Random 10 year old girls don’t just go around beating grown men senseless,” he said holding up photos from one of the files. Ah, Jonny. He thought he was such a hardass, you reflected fondly as you recognized the battered face. ”You know how that tune goes- girls just wanna strike fear into the hearts of their enemies.” ”I’m not familiar with that version.” Tony scoffed. He took a deep breath and ran a hand across his face. Teenagers are the worst, he thought to himself. “Why now?” Steve’s voice cut through the room, making both you and Tony turn towards the door in surprise, “What’s your plan?” ”Why do I have to have the plan?” you said innocently, “aren’t you the ones who have to decide what to do with me?” Tony and Steve looked at each other, both knowing there wasn’t a plan for this. ”You can’t let me go because you know there’s more to this,” you said to Tony. “And you,” you turned to Steve,“you are just too good to let your crazy kid loose. Though I’m not sure you like me enough to be doing that for my sake. Probably worried I’ll burn down Brooklyn.” ”Well we can’t ignore all this,” Tony said coming to Steve’s defense. The poor guy was still trying to process everything, his face constantly being taken over by a new emotion. “These would all have to magically go away for us to be able to trust you to stay here.” Tony leaned against his glass desk top and crossed his arms, showing you two things. 1) that he put the ball in your court and 2) that he knew you were just as stuck as they were. You would’ve been happy still tied to that chair, but they had created this limbo when they set you free and gave you a chance. Their acceptance of your last name was blurring too many lines. You knew you needed to straighten it out, do something drastic to define the lines so you know which to cross and when. You needed to make a play…you need to stay on objective. You took a beat but didn’t respond verbally, instead you started walking towards Tony slowly. There was something predatory in the way you walked, your eyes locked in but deadened and cold. You stopped right in front of him and leaned forward reaching around him. Your chests were inches apart and Tony stiffened, giving Steve a side eye that screamed ‘THIS IS YOUR KID.’ It wasn’t that he was scared of you - he knew he could take you even if your name was Rogers- but this was all kinds of wrong. "What the hel-”
“AHHHH!” Tony screamed and jumped away as the stack of files behind him ignited into a ball of flames. Steve ran across the room to help Tony put out the growing fire. It spread across the glass igniting some memos and blueprints, oops. Finally they were able to put it out, smoke beginning to slowly curl off the ash and blackened pages. Both of the men, now covered in charcoal marks on their arms and faces, turned to you in disbelief. You had settled into a nearby chair, throwing you legs over the arm rest and letting them dangle. “You told me that if I was going to stay all of that would have to go away.” “I did NOT tell you to set it on fire!!” Tony shouted. “Sorry. I have a flair for the dramatics,” you punctuated your statement by tossing your hair over your shoulder. “How did you even-” Steve began to ask, but you cut him off tossing a small metal lighter into his hands. Steve turned it over seeing an engraved C.B. “Knicked it,” you said. “Rule #2: if you can’t find an escape, find a way to cause a distraction.” you quoted robotically. Tony and Steve looked at you, completely at a loss. What were they going to do with you? You were the pinnacle of a teenager- angsty, unreasonable, but (unlike your peers) dangerous. “Technically I did a good deed,” you offered, pulling out the knife you keep tucked in your boot and using it to clean under your nails. “I added 5 years and clean lungs to Barton’s life.” “Who are you?” Steve wondered out loud. He didn’t know whether he was concerned, afraid or disappointed and it showed in his deflated shoulders. “What’s rule #1?” Tony asked. It was irrelevant, but after the last few hours protocol seemed irrelevant. “Only trust one thing:” you responded automatically, “you are always on your own.”