Who cares if they find strange toxic green stains on the streets, what does it matter if they can’t taste the food anymore, they didn’t care before, they don’t care now, after all, it’s just a small price to pay for living in Amity Park.
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Categoría:Gen
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Resumen:
Y que sí se encuentran extrañas manchas verdes tóxicas en las calles, que más da sí ya no pueden saborear la comida, no les importó antes, no les importa ahora, después de todo, es solo un pequeño precio a pagar por vivir en Amity Park.
It was a fact that Edmundo Diaz did not handle words very well. Whatever they might be.
He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, to his father that he didn’t want to join the high school football team. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, that he didn’t want to kiss that girl at the birthday party while he and his friends played seven minutes in heaven. He never knew what to say, or how to say it, to his teammate Tyler Evans that he was beautiful, that Eddie dreamed of him, and that he wanted to kiss him. Eddie never knew what to say, or how to say it, to Shannon that he didn’t love her and that he had only agreed to go out with her because Tyler had got a girlfriend, in fact, all of his friends were getting a girlfriend, and he was so embarrassed when she asked him out in front of everyone that he simply said yes. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, that he didn’t like her kisses or how she touched him, much less how her body felt under his hands. Then she was pregnant and his parents insisted they get married, he didn’t know how to say that while he was happy with the idea of being a father, the realization that he would have to pass the rest of his life with Shannon terrified him. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her, he did, but not in that way, not to spend a lifetime together. How could he say that he had dated her only because he felt pressured by his fears and insecurities, how could he say that the sex between them was good and constant because that way he didn’t need to use words, so Eddie learned how to please her and mostly how to let his mind run to all the places that would help him enjoy it too. How could he say such words?
So he did what he always did best, he didn’t say anything!
He swallowed all the words and let them scream silently and freely inside his chest, choking him in ways that made him want to run away. Which is something he also did and found he was pretty good at it, running away. Enlisting was the perfect excuse, it took him far away, a place where he still pretended to be someone he wasn’t, he still didn’t know what to say or how to say many things, but at least he no longer needed to trick his mind to be able to enjoy the Shannon touches
The touch that was too delicate, the body that was too curvy.
He shuts up and uses the money as an excuse to run away because he doesn’t know what to say, or how to say it, to Shannon that he doesn’t love her. He definitely doesn’t know what to say, or how to say it, to his parents that he’d rather be alone than with a woman, that he’d prefer big callused hands to small than delicate ones, strong muscular arms, face slightly rough with a beard. How could he tell his parents that he would rather be married to a man?!
“There was no hint of recollection, no vague picture in his mind. His high school life, his birthdays, his friends, anything… It was as if someone took a rag and smudged out his teenage years, blurring them to nothingness. He felt like he was in his twenties, but the experiences that got him there…
Gone.
Completely gone.”
Thrust into a killing game as part of the fabricated Rengokuen Graduate School, Hajime Hinata must work with his new classmates to fill in the blanks of their forgotten past. Will he be able to piece together the person he once was, before it’s too late? Or will someone be swayed by the temptation of graduation?
Being, as usual, wildly behind on everything, all at once (yes, I am planning to see the movie of the title) (eventually), I’m late to the party in sharing this delightful fic by Hyperphonic. Really loved it.
Katsuki stared down at the kitchen table and the gift that sat innocently on top of it. His gripped tightened on the counter top that he was leant against, trying to will himself to move but it wasn’t working. The gift was unwrapped, the simple black and gold paper folded neatly next to the item in question. He had made sure to be careful when opening it, tugging at the gold ribbon gently and leaving that draped across the table. It was from Y/N after all and he didn’t want to damage it in his haste to see what she had given him.
When Y/N had pressed the gift into his hands as he was leaving the dorms for the holidays Katsuki had been confused to start with but then embarrassment, happiness and smugness had settled in as he felt his cheeks heat up. That had been quickly squished though by the guilt that he didn’t have a gift to give the girl in return, hadn’t even thought about it and he berated himself for the missed opportunity. She had laughed it off, smiling brightly and telling him not to worry, that it was only a small token of her gratitude. Then she had ruined it all by thanking him for being such a good friend and Katsuki had felt her words like a slap in the face. The only consolation he had was that the girl had done the exact same thing to the half ‘n’ half bastard, giving him a gift of similar size just wrapped in silver and white paper with a silver ribbon tied around it. He had blushed, his face going almost the same colour as his stupid hair, only for his brows to pull down in a frown as Y/N thanked him for his friendship and Katsuki had only just managed to stifle his bark of laughter.
Katsuki didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose or if she was actually that dense that she didn’t realise how he and the other teen felt about her but either way they had been firmly put in the friend zone as Mina called it and Katsuki didn’t like it one bit. Y/N was the first girl he had ever truly been interested in and he couldn’t seem to convey that interest to her in a way that she would realise. It was frustrating as all hell and he had hoped that over the Christmas break he would have been able to come up with something but he had been so busy that he hadn’t actually had time to think about the girl apart from early that morning when he had guiltily jerked off to the memory of her in her hero costume and all that flawless skin that had been on display.
You entered the shower, letting the steaming water cleanse your skin from the sins that had just been committed in the other room. Everything burnt; the water, your skin, and your brain was on fire, too, as the hangover had started to settle in. You instinctively shifted the shower handle, shocking yourself with the cold water. “Fuck,” you cursed, but you knew it was for the best. It would help tune down the fire inside of you.
You washed your body, tracing your fingers over the spots the two men had touched, reminiscing the pleasure they had provided you with. They felt so far away, a door away, yet it felt like hours ago since you had left the room. Your brain felt foggy, and your legs had that soft twitch one too many orgasms will give you. You were exhausted and ready to sleep off the hang-over.
Your shower came to an end quicker than expected as the cold water was freezing even your thoughts. You dried your body with a big towel. It may have been the softest towel you had ever used. You could have stayed wrapped in it all night or morning, whatever time it was. The bathroom door finally opened as you exited the room, finding Benedict standing in his boxers, changing the sheet of the duvet.
He turned to you, and you gave him a shy smile, “I thought I would change the sheets before we sleep.” He looked away, finishing his task, and you reached for his pyjama shirt putting it back on.
“Did Tom go to sleep?” You asked out of curiosity, wondering if he needed any help cleaning up the house after the party.
“I believe so; need anything?” He asked politely; however, there was a certain uncertainty in his tone. He could not help but wonder if this had been a mistake, sharing you like that. It had been fun, but he was not sure it had given you the correct message of how he felt about you.
“No, I was just wondering if he needed help cleaning up downstairs.” You responded, walking towards him, feeling his sudden apprehension. You wrapped your arms around his torso and looked up, smiling at him.
“Don’t worry about that. Somebody will come to clean tomorrow.” He replied, moving his hand to your cheek and caressing it. Your skin was so soft under his touch, he could touch it all day. He looked at you with so much endearment now that you could barely remember his initial cold disposition. “Let’s go to sleep, love.”
You stepped away from him and walked to the other side of the bed as he laid down, opening his arm and inviting you to cuddle. You laid your head on his chest and mounted your leg on his, holding on tightly to his body with your arm wrapped around his torso. Benedict could not help but chuckle at the overly-affectionate act, “is this even comfortable for you?” He asked, making you look up. You felt your face burnt in embarrassment right away and tried to let go of him, but he held onto your arm and head, smiling. “I love it, but I am just not sure you are comfortable.” He clarified, shaking his head at your eagerness to move in fear of his disapproval.
“It is.” You smiled, pressing your cheek against his chest and smiling with your eyes closed. “I am not a big cuddler usually,” you let him know, which resulted in his laugh making his chest shake under your head.
“I can see that,” he shook his head before lowering it to press a kiss on top of yours. “Now, sleep. You’ve had a long day.”
…
You woke up feeling Benedict’s arms move away from your body, instantly alarmed by the lack of contact. You groaned loudly, pulling onto his torso to avoid him from moving away. “I cannot feel my arm,” he spoke in an entertained tone.
“I don’t care,” you responded with a smile stamped on your lips, moving closer to him again and pressing a kiss on his chest.
“That is not very nice,” he spoke, pulling you entirely on top of him so his arm could finally be free again. You open your eyes as he manhandled you, putting up a fake shocked expression before laying back on his chest and closing your eyes again, smiling content. “Much better, right? All these pillows and you had to use my arm,” he chuckled slightly, caressing your hair. “I could get used to this.” He added, wrapping his arms around your body, smacking your ass playfully as your shirt had ridden up.
“I could, too,” you confirmed his statement, pressing another kiss on his naked chest before looking up.
“You will get me in so much trouble, Miss Angel. Now, I will help Tom make breakfast, and you sleep a little longer.” He let you know, causing you to groan as he politely moved you off him.
“You can just stay here,” you bargained, unwilling to fully let go.
“I promise you will get to wake up by my side on many more occasions.” He gave you a dashing smile before getting up, leaving you looking at him with a disappointed dramatic expression. Benedict put his button-up back on and his trousers and left to go downstairs. You decided you would comply with his orders; sure, he would want to have some time to talk with his friend alone. Your headache, thankfully, was only mild, mostly translated into a burning feeling in the pit of your stomach; food would hopefully help.
…
Benedict’s POV
I walked downstairs to find my friend by the coffee machine, characteristically Tom, to ditch the tea for some coffee after a night of heavy drinking. “Morning,” I spoke to him as we exchanged an amicable look.
“How did you sleep?” Hiddleston asked, extending a cup of coffee that I gratefully took. “Is Sof already awake?”
“Good, she fell asleep on my arm and wouldn’t move away but good for the rest,” I responded, taking a sip out of my coffee and looking through the window. “She is somewhat awake, but I told her we would make breakfast.”
“She is truly a naughty little thing, isn’t she? I did not expect all of that from her yesterday. Now I get why you are so obsessed with her.” Tom added, testing the waters as I gave him a sceptical look.
“You do know yesterday was a one-time thing, Hiddleston,” I clarified, hoping no misunderstanding would arise from yesterday’s fun. Tom looked at me with a cunning smile and hummed in agreement before turning his back towards the fridge.
“Don’t we say that every time, Ben?” He added, causing me to tighten my jaw, wondering whether this had been a mistake. He turned to look at my reaction and chuckled slightly, “I am just bothering Benedict. I know what she means to you. Now help me cook.”
…
POV Sofia
You eventually got out of bed and put on your panties, walking downstairs with just Ben’s shirt. You had no reason to keep any decorum after both men had seen you naked. You arrived in the living room and heard them talking in the kitchen, quickly making your way there. The two men were busy chopping and cooking things as the smell of coffee and eggs filled the room. “Good morning,” you announced your arrival, bringing their eyes to you. Tom’s gaze moved away from your face quickly enough, checking out your outfit.
“Good morning Sof. How did you sleep?” He asked, moving his eyes back to yours with a flirty smile on his lips. You could not forget how he had made your legs shake the night before, and seeing both of them working on making you breakfast made you feel some kind of way.
“All good, thank you. The bed is super comfortable and my pillow even more,” you spoke, pointing at Benedict jokingly.
“Breakfast is almost ready,” Tom commented politely, turning back around to attend to the eggs in the pan.
“Can I set the table?” You asked, trying to help.
“Yes, please. Plates are up there,” Tom pointed at the top drawer and watched you walk to it. You stretched yourself fully to reach them, forcing your shirt to lift, showing just a bit of your ass. Both men stared down unashamed, making your face burn in embarrassment.
You finally managed to grab the glasses and set the table as they finished up cooking. The three of you had breakfast, speaking of anything but what had happened the night before. It seemed better that way for all parties involved. You finished eating and helped clean up the table, feeling slightly nervous about what would happen between the three of you now.
Although Benedict had made a lot of lovely declarations of his affections yesterday and today, you could not help but wonder if he would not want to date you any longer now that he had shared you with his friend. You had tried your best to leave it clear through the whole act where your romantic interests lay, but maybe he had not gotten the message. Tom was hot and a great fuck, but your heart already belonged to the complicated professor, and yesterday had done nothing but clarified this to you.
You did not care how lustful other men made you. Your interest in Benedict had gone well beyond the sexual attraction by this point, and this scared you. What if he did not feel the same way? What if he was trying to highlight to you that he is just in this for the sex by letting you sleep with his best friend? You could not help but ask yourself these questions as you finished putting the last plate in the dishwasher.
“Shall we get going? We have some book shopping to do,” Benedict spoke, bringing your attention back into the room. You turned around, smiling at his words as he remembered what you had told him. You nodded emphatically and then walked upstairs to get changed.
…
“Thank you for the lovely party, Tom,” you thanked the host as you stood by the door, giving him a big smile.
“Thank you for coming, Sofia,” he answered with a big, cheeky smile on his lips. The double meaning of the message reinforced by his expression. His eyes moved away from yours as Benedict joined the two of you after finding his keys and phone.
“Shall we go?” Ben spoke, putting a hand on your waist. “Thank you for the lovely night, mate. I will see you at work. Outstanding party.” Ben let go of you for a second to give his friend a side hug before the two of you walked out and got in the uber. “So we go to your place so you can change, and then I take you book shopping?”
“Are you sure it is a good idea? I would not want us to stress about people seeing us together.” You asked him, trying to make sure this was what he wanted.
“There is no problem. It is a small bookshop in Mayfair, I don’t think we’ll run into anyone, and worst-case scenario, I am just helping you with post-graduation plans.” He responded, putting his arm around you.
“What do you suggest I should do post-graduation, sir?” You teased him, giving him an innocent smile.
Benedict moved close to your ear and whispered, “I suggest you start looking for a Mediterranean island you’d like us to visit and find the summer dresses you’d like me to fuck you in.”
Liv’s Note
Hello my loves, I am so sorry for taking so long to post this. Life has been a little hectic but I am trying to get behind it all. I hope you enjoyed the chapter although it was not as exciting as last one. Thank you so much as always for the comments and the reblogs they mean the world to me and help my work so much!
Summary:OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags:Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
Summary:OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags:Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
You tried to look inside the building while maintaining your distance at the bottom of the stairs. “Give me a second.” The man walked inside the apartment, leaving the door ajar. You stood there a little embarrassed, feeling extremely out of place. ‘This would probably be the stupidest way to get kidnapped’, you thought to yourself, holding Bjorn’s leash tighter, hoping the gigantic dog would discourage them from taking you.
You could hear mumbling inside, “no… noo… you are a doctor. Help her… she seems nice… just help her.” The door opened again, and a tall well-groomed, handsome man stood there, wearing the same intriguing clothes as the other. You shifted your weight between your feet, unsure whether this was the doctor the other men had spoken of.
“Wong has told me you hurt your shoulder. Do you need any help?” He spoke stoically, almost mechanically; however, you could feel a faint hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Well, I am okay. He told me he knew a doctor and that maybe my shoulder was dislocated. Are you the doctor?” You asked, feeling extra self-conscious about your looks now that this handsome stoic man was looking at you from the top of the stairs.
“Oh, yes, I am the doctor. Call me Stephen. I would be happy to give your shoulder a look. However, I guess you would have to come inside for that,” he sighed, looking down at you, “and I am not sure how comfortable you are with coming inside a stranger’s house.” The message was loud and clear as he obviously found this request a waste of his time. You felt instantly more uneasy, as he seemed bothered by your presence.
“It’s okay. I’ll just go home and put some ice on it. Thank you and sorry for bothering you.” You decided to leave, unwilling to let the doctor continue to make you feel uncomfortable. You started to walk away, missing the disapproving shove Wong gave the doctor.
“I am sorry. I think I unintentionally came out as rude. Give me one second.” Stephen walked behind you, and Wong followed. “I will just give it a look here. Wong, can you hold the dog?” Wong looked at you, asking for permission to grab Bjorn, and you gave him the leash. His tone had changed drastically between sentences, sounding more eager to help now.
“Can I touch your shoulder?” He asked patiently. You nodded, and he started moving your arm, trying to figure out where it hurt. His touch on your skin was delicate and surgical as he tried to come into contact with it as little as possible.
After a couple of minutes, he stated, “everything seems to be fine. However, it would be best if you tried to not put any pressure on it for the next couple of days. Although you seem to have just slightly over-stretched your ligament, it is important to be careful because you could sprain it.” His eyes were still on your shoulder as yours searched for his. He eventually backed away and stood by his friend, distant and dismissive.
You smiled at him awkwardly “well, thank you. Ehm… Wong? Could I have Bjorn back, please?” You used the name you heard the doctor call the other guy.
“Oh, I think you should let Strange walk you at least to your street. As he said, you may sprain your shoulder, and this guy seems to have recuperated all his energy already,” Wong responded, pointing at Bjorn, who was going in circles and trying to chase a wild squirrel. The doctor and his friend exchanged a look. You were unsure if Wong expected Stephen to flirt with you or just liked to put him in awkward situations, but you would not have minded the extra help.
“It’s okay. I am sure you are both very busy.” The doctor did not seem particularly keen to do it, and you were not gonna push it. Wong moved closer and elbowed him.
“I would be happy to walk you to your street. Wong is right.” The doctor cleared his throat and spat out the words quickly, looking at the street.
“Ehm… I mean, sure.” Wong gave Strange the dog’s leash, and you started walking towards Central Park. The shorter man waved at you as you exchanged an entertained look, hoping he had not just set you up for the most awkward walk of your life.
…
Stephen walked in silence by your side, his jaw tightly clenched as he tried to think of something to say. You hated awkward silences and could not understand how such an attractive man could be so inept at socializing. “So.. you are a doctor… What type of doctor are you?” You asked, kicking a small rock in front of you as you walked.
“I wa- am a neurosurgeon.” He answered, adding little to nothing to the conversation. You pressed your lips, unable to understand what his problem was.
“Wow, you don’t strike me as somebody with a god complex.” You joked, hoping it would help him relax and open up the conversation.
“Do you think all surgeons have a god-complex?” He looked at you curiously, letting the corner of his lips lift just so slightly. Your sincerity had taken him slightly aback.
“I don’t think, I know. I am the daughter of one.” You responded, kicking another tiny rock and keeping your eyes on the street. “Big egos and an even bigger need to always have everything under your control.”
He grinned, entertained. It was not the first time he had heard that. “What do you do?” He tried to change the topic. Sure your perception of surgeons would not help him impress you.
“I am a lawyer, recently qualified. I work in London.” You looked at him, scanning his face for a reaction. He shook his head incredulous as soon as you finished speaking, smiling, thoroughly entertained. You had not quite understood what was so funny.
“A lawyer judging a surgeon for his god complex, a bit hypocritical, wouldn’t you say? What brings you to New York?” You were looking at each other properly for the first time, and you could not help but appreciate his handsome features. His gaze had softened significantly since you first saw each other, offering you a friendlier, more welcoming expression.
“Lawyers are nothing compared to surgeons when it comes to ego.” You tried to defend yourself, although you knew he was right. “My best friend lives here. I have five weeks off before I start full time as an associate, and she has taken it as a personal challenge to bring me here and make me fall in love with New York so I won’t go back.” You broke the eye contact and looked at the trees.
“Well, you must be enjoying the nicer weather here.” He commented, leaving out that he had been in London visiting the Sanctum just two hours ago, “I hope to be helping her case.”
“There are places with good weather all year round that I like more,” you replied unamused, already annoyed at New Yorkers’ obsession with New York.
“So, what direction are we going?” He asked as you had been walking for a while now.
“I need to get to Central Park. I am having lunch with my friend there. It is quite a long walk, so I am happy to continue alone,” you responded honestly, slightly saddened at the thought of having to say goodbye already, just as the conversation was finally improving.
“No, it’s alright. I need to leave my house more often. A long walk will be good.” Maybe he was more charming than you initially believed. You relaxed instantly, hoping to talk to him a bit more.
Bjorn was behaving nicely. He seemed to like Stephen. You looked down at the leash instinctively and could not stop yourself from looking at the doctor’s hands. Although faded, you could see he had severe scarring on them. You looked up before he could catch string, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
“So, do you have any plans for your time here?” He asked politely, opening the conversation again.
“Not really, my friend Sophie spends most of her time at work during the week, so I was hoping to find my way around and have some solo adventures. I like doing things by myself. I feel like people don’t do many things they want to do because they don’t have anyone to join them, which is a wasteful mentality. Life is too short to wait around.” You answered, smiling without taking your eyes off the street.
“Well, if you ever need a city guide, I am sure Wong or I can show you around.” He awkwardly offered. You pressed your lips together as you smiled, noticing his intentional inclusion of Wong in his proposal.
“That sounds great; yeah, Wong seems super nice. Not a man of many words for sure, but very nice.” You teasingly specified, trying to see if he was just being polite or if he actually wanted to hang out with you.
“Well, I am sure Wong would love to show you around, but now that I think about it, he has been very busy lately. Also, I think I am better company generally, a lot more talkative.” You felt your cheeks grow warm as you had the confirmation that he was at least somewhat flirting with you.
“Oh really? You don’t strike me as particularly chatty.” You teased him again, hinting back to the initial awkwardness and silence.
Your conversation was interrupted by Sophie calling you, “Babe? Hello? I am so so sorry, but I won’t be able to grab lunch with you. There is a situation at the office. I will tell you all about it once we see each other. We can meet at home at 4 pm?”
“Ehm, yes, no worries. I am in good company anyway. See you later.” You answered, referring to Bjorn but hinting to the doctor and hung up. “Well, my lunch plans are cancelled, so I think I’ll just head home.”
“If you’d like, we can grab something to eat. You need to try a sandwich from a deli while in New York.”
“Sure! Let’s do that.” You agreed, smiling down, hoping he would not notice your excitement.
…
You grabbed the most giant sandwich you had ever seen and sat down together on a bench. You got some water for Bjorn from your backpack and a little snack.
You eventually told him your name, giggling about the fact that he had not asked earlier. The two of you spoke about music and art. You told him how much you loved galleries, and he asked you what your favourite painting was. You answered that The Swing by Fragonard was one of them, so detailed and full of hidden meaning. You could look at it for hours and continue to find new elements.
He told you he was not a huge art nerd but that Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro style had always called his attention. You asked him which of his paintings was his favourite, and he thought about it for a second, “the betrayal? The taking of Christ, I believe, is the full name. The light in the armour makes it so realistic.” You thought of the painting in your mind, thinking how the expressions of shock and betrayal had always stopped you from appreciating the realistic lighting of the image.
You continued walking after a while, lost in your conversation. Stephen was a well-travelled man, dwarfing your travel achievements. It seemed like he had been everywhere, visited every city you had and more. You eventually arrived at Sophie’s apartment’s street, letting him know this was your stop.
“Well, I should get going,” You announced awkwardly. Stephen gave you Bjorn’s leash and opened his mouth hesitantly.
“You know, I should probably look at your shoulder again in maybe a couple of days to make sure you did not sprain anything.” He tried to keep a stern expression, but the nervousness was tangible, making you smile as you felt your cheeks grow warmer.
“Wanna check it out over dinner, maybe? I pay, you know? For the medical fee?” you gave him a confident smile, and he chuckled, smiling back.
“Sounds good, but you have to let me pay. Please take it as a welcome gift to the city. I am sure you’ll have another occasion to pay back your medical debt. Could I have your number to send you the dinner details?” You smiled. He wanted to take you out.
“Yes, of course.” You proceeded to give him your number. “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Doctor.” You gave him one final dashing smile and entered the building.
….
Sophie got home around 4:30 pm, and as soon as she entered, she ran to Bjorn. “Hello! How is the goodest boy in the world doing?!” She asked him, ignoring your presence.
“Well, he is okay, except he almost dislocated my shoulder and ate some guy’s sandwich!”
“Oh no! My baby Bjorn would never ever do that! He is just a playful boy. He would never hurt anyone!” She kept the baby talk while petting him. “He is so tired! What did you do to my poor baby?” She added.
“Well, he should be super tired. We walked more than 8 kilometres this morning!” You responded, moving to the side of the couch so she could sit next to you.
“Why would you do that? Oh my god. You know we have public transport here too, or how do you call it? The tube,” she tried to pull off a posh London accent, forcing you to roll your eyes.
“Well, I was first supposed to only walk to Greenwich Village, but then I hurt my shoulder, and this guy told me he knew a doctor, and well then we went to the doctor’s house, and the doctor was this super handsome man and his friend forced him to walk me back, so I walked back with him.” You spoke, trying to summarize your morning in one breath, hoping she would not hear the part where you followed a stranger to another stranger’s house.
“What happened with do not trust strangers in New York? People here are weird. I am glad you did not get killed.” She answered, alarmed. There was a weird dismissiveness in your friend’s gaze as she refused to look at you properly, keeping her eyes on the dog.
“He kind of asked me out on a date. It was more like me asking him, but I gave him my number, so we will see.” You decided to ignore her dismissiveness, knowing that if she needed to tell you something, she would do it herself.
“OH my god … that is awesome! He is a doctor too?! That’s fantastic. How old is he? What’s his name?”
“He is for sure older than us. He has some grey hairs but in a hot way. I don’t think he is old, though, he is maybe in his late 30s, but I am not sure. He is a surgeon and has a house in Greenwich, so he cannot be too young to be done with all his specialization and be making that type of money. His name is Stephen.” You said, laying your head on her shoulder as Bjorn tried to spread across both of you for pets.
“Okay, well, he sounds nice, and he walked you all the way here, which is insane. So let’s hope for the best. I found the perfect bar for us to go to tonight on other interesting news.”
…
The two of you started to get ready together and ordered some sushi for dinner. You sat on the ground doing your makeup while eating pieces of nigiri. Sophie had kept the weirdly fidgety attitude going, letting you know she was close to breaking her silence.
She finally spoke up, pausing the music, “I have something to tell you, and I know you are gonna kill me once I tell you, but like I had to wait until I knew it was okay.” There it was. Years could go by, but your best friend’s lack of capacity to keep a secret had not improved.
You looked at Sophie, putting down your mascara. “What’s up? What did you do now?” You asked her to continue.
“I am so sorry for not informing you before. You know my job, right?” She spoke shyly, sitting closer to you on the ground. You cocked your head, unsure where this was going.
“Yes…what about it? You are starting to worry me. Just tell me.” You reached for her hand.
“So… you know how I work in 'Risk Management’? That actually translates to I deal with all the fuck ups and problems the Avengers have. I am like the new Pepper Potts, except I am not gonna marry any of them.” She joked. You looked at her, not sure if she had been drinking already before coming home or if she was trying to be funny. “You know the dog? Well, that’s like Thor’s dog,” she added.
The silence in the room grew thick as she expected an answer. “Mmh mmh,” You hummed, going back to putting on your mascara, unsure what was the point of her joke.
“Is that all you have to say?” Don’t you wanna kill me for not telling you before?“ She shook your shoulder and looked at you in shock.
"Well, if it is true. Why didn’t you tell me before?” You looked at her sceptically, putting down the mascara once again before you would end up poking your eye out.
“Because we are not allowed to and I was waiting for Tony to be okay with it and I have been talking to him about you for the past weeks and he is finally okay with it. He even wants to meet you and see if you vibe with the team.” She rambled, looking at you seriously.
“Sure, Sophie, well, we can meet him after I am done hanging out with Matthew Grey Gubler next week.” You joked, not understanding where she was going with this random lie/joke. Sophie was incapable of keeping secrets from you. This was practically impossible, or it meant she had been in constant agony for the past couple of months.
“Babe, I am being serious. Whatever. You are meeting them all next weekend anyway, Tony is throwing a party, and we are invited. So somewhere next week we have to go shopping for dresses.” She stated, getting up a little irritated that you refused to believe her.
“Yep, I’ll make sure to organize a dinner with the queen of England next time you visit.” You laughed at yourself, grabbing your mascara again. Bjorn was sitting next to you, so you patted him on the head “you are the dog of the god of thunder, huh? That totally makes sense.” Sophie let go of the topic, for now, unwilling to ruin the night.
Right before you finished getting ready, you received a text from an unknown number:
'I have made a reservation for this hidden gem in the city. It’s a little difficult to get there, so I am happy to pick you up. The reservation is for Tuesday 8:00 pm.
Stephen’
You saved his number and answered quickly:
'That’s perfect. I’ll send you my address so you can pick me up on the day.’
…
The night was fun. You drank a lot of tequila and danced with a group of bankers. Sophie was a little annoyed at you for not believing her, but you just could not get over the fact that she would somehow keep this a secret from you for so long and then randomly decide to tell you before you went out. She got over her bad mood pretty quickly once you started drinking, and then you had a lovely night reminiscing your years partying together.
After you had lost the count of the shots at some point during the night, you had the amazing idea to text Stephen. A fantastic drunk idea that you would surely regret in the morning. You grabbed Sophie’s arm and took her away from the dance floor into the bathroom.
“I am gonna send Stephen a message!” You screamed at her in the bathroom, smiling like a drunk dumbass proud of your 'clever’ idea.
“OMG yess! Take a selfie in the mirror!” She cheered you on just as drunk as you. You made two terrible decision-makers while drunk.
You took a picture of yourself trying to look as sexy yet innocent as humanly possible and wrote:
'Wishing you were here xx’
You closed the messaging app and went back into the dance floor, forgetting about it completely a couple of minutes later. The bankers offered to take you guys home, but you refused, not accepting their advances. You got home at around 3 in the morning, completely drunk. Sophie took the keys out of her bag, trying to open the flat door.
“Do you need help there?” you asked her as she missed the hole at least twice.
“Nope, you are drunker than me. No chance you can be of any help right now.” She finally got it on the fifth or sixth try.
You entered the flat and turned on the lights. Bjorn woke up from all the noise, a little confused about what was happening. Sophie petted him, and you threw yourself on the couch after taking off your shoes.
“Oh man, we drank a lot. Maybe a little too much. Do you have any aspirin? I don’t wanna be too hungover tomorrow.” She answered your query with a glass of water and two aspirins in her hand, anticipating your request.
“Here, take this, and let’s go to bed.” She said, moving your legs, sitting next to you, downing her glass of water, and then dropping her head on the back of the couch. You took the aspirins and put the glass on the coffee table.
“I want nuggets.” You spoke, hungry.
“Well, you should have thought of that before we got home.” She looked back at you, annoyed.
“Well, can you not get like Spiderman to deliver us some?” You joked, causing her to punch you on the arm.
“It is not funny bitch. I am being honest with you. I have been only working for them for like two months. There was no chance for me to tell you any earlier. Come on, believe me.” She begged you, “also, Peter is probably fast asleep, probably spent the night doing math homework or something” she laughed at herself.
“Oh man, is Spiderman a teenager?” You looked at her incredulous.
“Anywayyy, let’s go to sleep.” She responded evasive, trying to get up and pulling your arm to take you to bed.
“But nuggetsssss…” you complained, standing up with her.
“Tomorrow, you can get nuggets.” She said, pushing you into the bathroom to brush your teeth
…
The warmth of the sunlight on your face brought you back to life. The killer headache took over your senses as soon as you regained consciousness. You tried to open your eyes, but the mere thought of it made you feel stupidly dizzy. Next came nausea, forcing you to run eyes closed and all into the bathroom and throw up whatever was left of the sushi in your stomach.
'What a great start to your Sunday morning’, you thought while lying on the bathroom floor by the toilet for what seemed like forever before Sophie came in running and screaming, “MOVE.”
You barely moved in time before your friend met the same faith as you, throwing up as she tried her best to hold up her hair. You crawled out of the bathroom towards the kitchen looking for water but were met by a gigantic excited puppy running your way.
“Good Morning Bjorn. Please let me go, or I will throw up on you,” you warned him as he jumped on you, making you lay flat on the ground.
“I cannot do this. What the fuck did we drink yesterday night?” Sophie grunted from the bathroom.
“I only know one thing, I am never ever ever eating sushi again.” You answered, still lying face down on the floor.
“Bjorn needs to go on a walk.” Sophie let you know, asking the unspoken question.
“Well, that is not my responsibility. I walked him yesterday, and he is your friend Thor’s dog.” You replied, knowing damn well you would have to walk him anyway.
“You may see the handsome doctor on your walk. You can go to Greenwich.” The handsome doctor… those words brought an image back to you from yesterday night, and just like that, your nausea from the drinking was substituted with nauseating embarrassment. Your eyes opened wide, and you got up from the floor, running towards your phone that lay dead on the couch.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. WHERE IS YOUR CHARGER?” You screamed, running into the bathroom to find Sophie slowly getting up.
“What’s wrong?? It is in the kitchen! Calm down!” Your face turned as warm as possible as you ran to the kitchen and plugged the phone. “What’s wrong?!” Sophie shouted again.
“Oh my fucking… I texted him while I was drunk at like one in the morning. I sent him a picture of me. You told me it was a good idea! Aaaah” you screamed dramatically, standing by the phone, hoping the pressure would make it charge faster.
“Oh fuck yeah haha, I remember. I am sorry about that haha,” although still dying, Sophie found this funny incident to be the silver lining of a shitty morning. “I am sure you looked hot,” she lied to you between giggles.
“It does not matter how hot I looked, Sophie! I was drunk! I met him yesterday! He is gonna think I am insane!” You replied, dropping yourself on the couch and giving up on your phone turning on any time soon.
“You are overthinking it! Everybody sends drunk texts to people they find attractive. He will be flattered, and if he is not, you dodged a bullet because you hate boring man.” She said, going to the kitchen and grabbing glasses of water for the two of you.
“Can you check if it is on?” You asked, covering your face with a pillow on the couch.
“Nope, still nothing.” She responded, bringing you the water.
“I am just gonna block him and never step a foot on Bleeker street ever again. I am just gonna take the next flight to London.” You announced theatrically, chugging the water after sitting up.
“Everything is okay! New Yorkers are not as presumptuous as British men. He won’t judge you for it.” She tried her best to make you feel better, giving Bjorn some food before sitting by your side.
“But he is not a twenty-year-old rugby lad Sophie, he is a proper sophisticated man, and I wanna die.” You cried out, putting your head on her shoulder.
Although minimal, the vibration of your phone made you spring up from the seat faster than you should have, as you instantly felt nauseous again. You opened your phone as if it was a time bomb and opened the messaging app.
1 - Unknown Number
2 - Stephen
“Oh my god, I have two messages from him. I don’t wanna open it, Sophie. I am gonna throw up.” You cried out again.
“Don’t be such a baby! Open it!” She said, walking to your side and opening them for you
Stephen
Wishing you were here xx
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Well, this is something nice to wake up to.
Hope you enjoyed your night out, darling. Don’t overwork your shoulder.
“See! Everything is fine! He is flirty!” Sophie reassured you, looking over your shoulder. You opened the other message.
Hey! It’s Hunter from Goldman Sachs. It was nice to meet you yesterday.
“Who the fuck is Hunter, and how the fuck does he have my number?” You looked confused at your friend.
“Oh shit, I think I gave it to him on our way out. Sorry, Babe. He was cute, though and seemed to be very into you. Keep your options open! It is New York!” She answered apologetically.
“Sophie, he is an investment banker. I would let a mass murderer rail me before an IB man. He would probably have better karma anyway.” You joked, closing your phone.
“Oh well… I take Bjorn on a short walk, and you buy us some breakfast? I don’t want you to overwork your shoulder.” She winked at you teasingly.
“Sounds like a plan. I need a baseball hat, sunglasses, and black coffee in my system.” You declared, turning around and putting some water to boil on the kettle you had gifted your friend years ago. You were glad she kept it.
…
Sunday was uneventful at best. You both felt dead inside and ate little to nothing in fear of throwing up. You finally ordered some burgers for dinner and finished them. After eating, you took Bjorn for a short walk around the block, staying away from Greenwich completely.
Monday morning, Sophie left for work early, and you had breakfast on the couch with Bjorn. After your morning walk, you received a bunch of emails from London requiring you to sign certain documents and jump on a quick call with the firm’s employment team. At some point in the afternoon, you finally took the chance to explore the building’s gym and exercise a little. After a warm shower and another quick walk with the Golden Bear, you sat on the couch watching the news. Sophie had gone MIA, and it was almost 10:00 pm. You sent her a message checking if everything was okay, but your phone started vibrating just as you finished sending the message.
Incoming Call - Stephen Strange
'Oh God, why was he calling? Like who even calls people nowadays without texting them first,’ you thought as you picked up.
“Hello?” You answered.
“Hi, how has your day been?” He replied smoothly on the other side of the line.
“All good, boring, doing lawyer things. What about yours?” You responded as a smile formed on your lips at the sound of his voice.
“It has been good. I wanted to check if you were still up for tomorrow?” You could hear a faint hint of nervousness in his voice again.
“Yes, of course, I was worried you were gonna cancel on me after my drunk messages from yesterday night.” You responded, laughing at your drunk self.
“Why would I ever do that? As I said, it was a great surprise to wake up to, and you looked stunning. I am flattered to know I occupied your thoughts while you were out partying.” You could not help yourself but smile cheekily.
This man knew exactly what he was doing. You were surprised; he really did not give you any playboy vibe the first time you saw him. I guess everyone has a little of a hidden past.
“Well, I hope to not disappoint with my looks tomorrow night.” You said, obviously asking for more validation from him as he tapped on keys that he had not before.
“Well, I hope the same too. My expectations are even higher now.” He was good. He was not gonna give you more than a taste of his advances. He knew how to keep a woman wanting. You bit your lip.
“Goodnight, Doctor, sweet dreams.” You cut the conversation short, hoping to leave him wanting for more.
“Goodnight, darling, sleep well.” He hung up; however, you could hear the smile in his voice.
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Liv’s Note
A huge thank you to everyone that is reading this story. You have my heart, my soul, and everything else. Looking forward to hearing what you think of the story or its improvements haha Please please reblog the story to support my writing ♥️
Malfoy’s other hand sweeps down to her lower back, pulling her closer yet, and she goes abruptly still.
“To answer your question from before,” he says, voice low as he begins to twirl her about in the dance’s final waltz, “no.”
“No what?” she breathes, limp in his grasp, forgetting all the steps. Her eyes flit to other couples as he leads, trying to see whether they’re being watched.
But Malfoy stops them short just then, dragging her close once more so she’s flush against him. It forces her breath to build at the top of her chest, and she stares up at him, lips parted, cheeks flaming, heart pounding.
“No — I don’t think we’ve done nearly enough to each other.”
I arrived late for the halloween party (as usual) but here’s something I’ve been looking forward to for weeks, one of my favorite bm/bs scenes from the talented @ , supposedly draco’s suit was supposed to be a bit wrecked and hermione would have had it little bells in the harlequin outfit, but let’s say I gave a glamorous ahahaha
This is the only place where I can openly speak about the fact that I’m reading smutty fanfictions during my night shift while the hottest resident in my hospital is sitting right next to me writing his doctoral thesis on the influence of sports on multiple sclerosis.
AHDBKS i just sent a screen shot to my boss of my browser for work and it had other tabs open and one of them was AO3 and fknrkdnwksj haaaaha I hope she doesn’t notice the “Resident Twink Gets Railed Hard By Beefy Jock”
Update: SHE DIDNT FUCKING NOTICE. And she sent that screen shot in an email to ALL OF THE NURSING DEPARTMENT AND THE DIRECTORS (praising me because I created a form on our EMR system)omfgOD someone’s gonna notice
AHDBKS i just sent a screen shot to my boss of my browser for work and it had other tabs open and one of them was AO3 and fknrkdnwksj haaaaha I hope she doesn’t notice the “Resident Twink Gets Railed Hard By Beefy Jock”
Update: SHE DIDNT FUCKING NOTICE. And she sent that screen shot in an email to ALL OF THE NURSING DEPARTMENT AND THE DIRECTORS (praising me because I created a form on our EMR system)omfgOD someone’s gonna notice
AHDBKS i just sent a screen shot to my boss of my browser for work and it had other tabs open and one of them was AO3 and fknrkdnwksj haaaaha I hope she doesn’t notice the “Resident Twink Gets Railed Hard By Beefy Jock”
you know what ao3 should send authors notifications that are like “[username] tried to leave kudos again on [fic name] 38 times :)” every time they post a new chapter
