Truth be told, Christmas was never Eddie’s favorite holiday as a kid, Christmas was synonymous of a house full of people, the family coming from everywhere, which obviously resulted in plenty of opportunities for fights, screams, demands, accusations, trips down memory lane just to throw in each other’s faces the mistakes made and countless other things that made a festive date that was supposed to be about family togetherness become anything but.
After marrying Shanonn, Christmas becomes a time when everyone looks down on the two of them, trying to hide behind a false smile the whispers and insinuations of how she got pregnant just to force a marriage. Then came the pitying looks at Eddie’s handicapped son, the poor kid that could never do, or be, anything in his life.
Eddie Diaz, in fact, hatesChristmas.
Or at least he hated it until he moved to Los Angeles. Here people don’t yell at each other and point out their mistakes every chance they get. Here people gather around a table full of food and talk and laugh at the off-key voices of Chimney and Buck singing Christmas carols all over the house, here people walk around carrying cookies and milk for the kids that are playing on the floor after earning more toys than they really need, here Abuela spends time in the kitchen with Buck teaching him some secret family recipes because…
“AyNieto, someone will have to pass on the family recipes to Chris when he grows up. ¡Y no serás tú!”
Here Athena and Bobby snuggle on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate while watching everyone with that fatherly-motherly gaze they keep on everyone without exception. Here Maddie and Chimney dance in each other’s arms with a sleepy Jee between them. Hen and Karen chat on another couch sharing a piece of cake.
Here, Christopher is as happy as Eddie has never seen him before. Here Christopher has people who look at him and see exactly what he is, an amazing kid who, yes, has many obstacles and limitations, but who is strong enough to overcome every one of them. Here, he has a family that supports him no matter what.
But most of all, here, he has Buck.
Buck who came into Eddie’s life like a hurricane, turning everything upside down, Buck who made Eddie question everything he thought he knew about life, Buck who invaded Eddie’s dreams longer than Eddie cared to admit. Buck, who was driving him crazy right now, because he was walking all over Bobby and Athena’s house with that mistletoe in his hands, going after everyone just like he’d done the second Christmas they’d spent together.
Everyone was laughing at Buck’s infectious energy and happiness.
Cheek kisses for Hen, Athena, Maddie, May, Michael, and David. A huge hug for Bobby and Abuela, several kisses on the cheeks for Christopher and Jee making the kids laugh until they were red in the face, a peck on the lips for Karen, and to everyone’s surprise and amusement a peck on the lips for Chimney too.
Everyone, one by one, had gained Buck’s attention.
Everyone but Eddie.
He just watched, and each time Buck seemed to be walking towards him he changed paths and Eddie huffed angrily. That’s not fair, he’s been for months, years, desperate to feel Buck’s lips, dreaming of what it would be like to taste him, and now when the perfect opportunity presents itself, it just doesn’t happens!?
No! Eddie wouldn’t accept that.
If Buck wouldn’t go to him, then Eddie would just go to him.
So hours later, when they were all sprawled out in a corner talking, Eddie looked for Buck and smiled at the sight of him at the very end of the backyard of the house, sitting on the bench right under a tree, almost hidden enough from everyone and seeming immensely entertained with his cell phone. Before he lost his courage, Eddie looked around grateful that they were all distracted, and walked through the glass doors, his heart pounding and that damn thing caught between his fingers behind his back.
“Hey…”
Buck looked up and grinned at the sight of Eddie.
“Hey…I just talked to a friend of mine, that ice skating rink that opened last month? I was roommate with Billy a long time ago, he’s married to Jordan that own the place. They don’t normally open on Mondays, but he agreed to let us skate there with Chris. He’s been talking so much about skating the last few weeks, and I know it’s not the same thing as a rink full of people like he’s seen in the movies, but I thought it would be safer, at least until we find a way for him to do it safely. And we can also invite all 118 to go, I’m sure all the kids will love it and Bobby will love reminiscing about the good old days.”
Fuck, how could Eddie not want to kiss him?
“That sounds great Buck, he’s really been talking about ice skating all the time. I can’t thank you enough for doing this.”
“Of course! Anything for that kid, you know that.”
“Yes, I do.”
They stare at each other for a few seconds until Eddie takes a deep breath and takes the courage to pull his hand behind his back and lift it over their heads, lightly shaking the mistletoe making Buck’s eyes widen.
“Eddie…I…”
“You went after everyone…except me.”
“I didn’t think I could, I was afraid that…”
“I know, I was scared too. But here I am Buck, standing in front of you and under the mistletoe. Waiting for you. I’ve been waiting for you for a while now, and if I’m not mistaken, I think you’ve been waiting too. , for me.”
“I have. For so long.”
“So, are you gonna keep me waiting?”
“Hell no!”
Eddie won’t say he never imagined what it would be like to kiss Buck, because he’s been doing nothing but thinking about it for the last few months. To imagine how his lips would feel, would they be as soft and smooth as Eddie thought they would be? Would they taste as sweet as Eddie dreamed they would?
Now he knows.
Now he no longer has to stay just in the memory of an unlived dream.
Now he knows why Buck steps forward and kisses his mouth and Eddie knows perfectly well that the answer is no!
Buck’s lips were so much softer and sweeter than Eddie could ever have imagined, they were warm and eager, they dominated Eddie’s lips mercilessly, they kissed invading Eddie’s mouth and savoring every corner as if Buck wanted to memorize his taste, the same way Eddie wanted to memorize Buck’s.
He tasted like wine and Abuela’s tres leches cake, and Eddie wanted to drown himself in that flavor.
Kissing Buck was like touching the sky, it was like riding a roller coaster so fast it makes his stomach flutter, it was like savoring the sunlight and all the good things in the whole world.
Imagining kissing him was good, but the reality was a million times better.
“I love you.”
Eddie muttered almost breathlessly, his lips still pressed against Buck’s, their bodies so close he could feel Buck’s heart pounding against his own chest, his huge hands gripping his hips sending a delicious wave of heat throughout Eddie’s body.
“I love you.”
Buck responds with a beautiful smile and then kisses him again, at that moment Eddie decided, Christmas was definitely the best time of year!
It’s the noise of whistling and laughing that wakes him from that bubble of utter happiness and makes them pull back just far enough to look over Buck’s shoulder. There, all huddled against the glass doors are his friends and family. Eddie smiles, especially when he sees Christopher cheering with such a happy face that it makes Eddie get emotional and flood with happiness he never thought possible.
He curls up in Buck’s arms who look as happy as he is, Eddie closes his eyes and sighs feeling the soft touch of Buck’s lips against his temple.
“Merry Christmas Buck!”
He mutters, squeezing his arms around Buck’s waist as his heart settles knowing he’s finally at peace.
It seems to be getting worse and worse, doesn’t it? My stories and even my published books - which I write to support a charity that means so much to my family - have been stolen and republished for profit. Several times. But most of them are behind paywalls on Eastern European and Asian sites and I’ll never get them taken down. But if you’re finding your stories - or someone’s you know - on one of the more popular sites, you can contact the site and submit a DMCA takedown request. They’ll often just pop up under another name, but once the content is flagged, it’s much easier to track. Don’t let these parasites get away with it! More than you know are actually making money off your material.
When you do file your report:
1. Make sure you include the URL of the stolen material and screenshots of any interactions you may have had with the thieving scumsucker. DO NOT threaten the plagiarist! This should seem obvious but I know it’s easy to get angry.
2. Include relevant passages and matching material from the original work, and the URL for the original work, including contact info for the writer who owns the material. The more info you give them to work with, the faster the process.
Wattpad - I hate that you can’t report someone else’s work, the original owner of the material has to file the takedown request. AND they force you to create an account to do it. But since Wattpad is one of the biggest platforms for stolen work, please do it! Here’s the info on filing a report, though they didn’t update it to clarify that the place to report the story in on the left of the story, click on the three dots below social media sharing links.
Tumblr - They seem to take longer to respond, but you can also report someone else’s work as being plagiarized as well as the original poster. Instructions on filing the report are here.This seems to be a site where multiple reports - aka the squeaky wheel - do make them pay attention.
Archive of Our Own - They will ask you for a link to the stolen work, relevant excerpts (this moves the process along so much faster) and a specific citation of the original material. You can file the complaint with the Policy & Abuse Team here.
FanFiction.net - There’s some speculation that no one’s actually running the ship at FF.net anymore, another reason I took down my work. (The first was a group of white supremacist weirdos who decided to have an issue with how I wrote Loki.) However, the best way to do it is scroll down to the bottom of the stolen material where you’ll see a link to click labeled “Actions.” Click it and then click on report abuse.
If anyone else has more advice and/or links to add here, please do! I am not an expert and the more we all know, the better. Let’s look out for each other. We all put too much of ourselves into our work to let someone else steal it from us.
And this is where I put my 2 cents in.
Always if you can put your story on Ao3 first.
They have better writer protection resources than some of the others. They also have a better source of when a fic is originally posted, i.e. date and time of creation etc. and wattpad and others seem to respond better when Ao3 is the primary place of publication.
Also this is a reminder for any writers who may want their written work to eventually be published professionally (or even non professionally): you will want to write in a doc writer that takes some info like when it was created, edit history, etc. Because it helps you prove the work was yours in the first place. Or even old school pen/pencil and paper with edits helps too.
And last reminder, you do not own characters you did not create, or even popular tropes, but that doesn’t mean you can’t defend your work at all.
my dad–also a writer–came to visit, and i mentioned that the best thing to come out of the layoff is that i’m writing again. he asked what i was writing about, and i said what i always do: “oh, just fanfic,” which is code for “let’s not look at this too deeply because i’m basically just making action figures kiss in text form” and “this awkward follow-up question is exactly why i don’t call myself a writer in public.”
he said, “you have to stop doing that.”
“i know, i know,” because it’s even more embarrassing to be embarrassed about writing fanfic, considering how many posts i’ve reblogged in its defense.
but i misunderstood his original question: “fanfic is just the genre. i asked what you’re writing about.”
i did the conversational equivalent of a spinning wheel cursor for at least a minute. i started peeling back the setting and the characters, the fic challenge and the specific episode the story jumps off from, and it was one of those slow-dawning light bulb moments. “i’m writing about loneliness, and who we are in the absence of purpose.”
as, i imagine, are a lot of people right now, who probably also don’t realize they’re writing an existential diary in the guise of getting television characters to fuck.
“that’s what you’re writing. the rest is just how you get there, and how you get it out into the world. was richard iii really about richard the third? would shakespeare have gotten as many people to see it if it wasn’t a story they knew?”
so, my friends: what are you writing about?
Well….. fuck…now that you put it that way….
Plants. A guy who has a lot of trauma in his past and loves plants.
Traumatized young adults who had to grow up too fast in order to carry the weight of the world. Who found comfort in strangers more then they could their own blood. Who are lonely and want to be loved. Who can’t defend themselves but are willing to put their life one the line for strangers…
Ok it’s not nice to discredit people for their accomplishments, no matter how small or how unsung BUT there’s def a difference between being proud of yourself and just being a proud ass!
Yes he’s a fire sign. No he’s not the hard working one…or even the romantic, dramatic, funny one…he’s the other one. The one that somehow smooozed Scorpio’s spot.
This is all in good humor btw we’re still friends …on a blue moon…when it’s raining. ..and there’s a warm breeze from the north
See!! Here’s a pic of us communicating perfectly productively ->
K, I know this isn’t my usual content, but I haven’t seen you all in almost a month soooo
Wanna seeeeee what I got!?
Isn’t that doooooorbs!? ❤ K so I love sea horses and to me they represent the normalcy and beauty of the non binary in nature If you didn’t know; the [males] carry, develope, and birth the babies. In light of recent human and constitutional rights violations in the United States, with the “dont say gay” infringements, which puts already vulnerable kids and their care givers at extreme risk; if you’re looking for a positive, non aggressive, scientific way to broach gender fluidity with really anyone ….point them in the direction of a children’s book called Mister Seahorse by Eric Carle ->
Not only is the artwork beautiful and INTERACTIVE !! But it gently leads the reader through different gender roles and non conforming fluidity of many sea creatures ❤
I also got this insanely cravable mug!!! I desire nothing more than utilitarian art !! Like the table for instance It’s not dirty; it looks like water!!
I also got this little Lego figure for the Year of the Tiger we’re gonna pretend it’s Wei Wuxian
Annnnd my favorite!!! ->
I got an amonite for my Pisces sun and a tiger’s eye for my Leo moon
Ah haha!!! Bijou kitty ran to “safe” behind Dad My dog Honey is like OH SHIT!! My bad… She knows I won’t save her lolz LOOK at the fear in those eyes!! [This was taken over my shoulder blind!! I’m sideways in the chair]
Alright happy end of Pictures and thank you for baring with me while I took some time away ❤
ok I still don’t have a computer, but I may have come up with a temporary solution
To all my new fam that has started following, in the last few weeks since I’ve been gone THANK YOU
Here you’ll find a safe space for LGBTQIA+ and allies, to gush over all things anime, manga, seiyu, and music. We simp a lot ^^^ refer to the blog description
Since I left at the end of the Given live stage encore event; I think I’ll go back and post those pre production pics I have, from 2020!! Omg the cast was so young!! Everyone’s glowed up now!!
I’m also looking into allowing tips, if that’s something any of you would be interested in; I have to get a laptop fund together so I can get back to writing my fics, and hopefully publish my oc. If you’re not into that, no worries ♥
Other requests:
I don’t think I’ll post much on Twitter; there’s just too much trolling, and a lot of my metas are off from center.
I did start an Instagram.
I’m a lil nervous cuz some people say, letting your readers know what you look like, can ruin your vibe or appeal or something….yeah I’m just me sooooo here goes ->
@oisturdyboi
No filter biotches!!! Just a lot of water, vitamins, mineral baths ginseng tea, and alllllll the squishmallows !! And am I what you all thought?
Oh shit I meant to post this one->
K the avatar has green eyes cuz I HAVE green eyes They’re just really really dark.
HEY FAM ❤ I’m sorry but I have to take a break from this blog for a little while. I have serious financial and health issues going on. Every single one of you that has reached out over the last six months; I consider a true life friendo ❤ I really do. I call you all fam, cuz if you’ve never seen me mention it; I don’t have any family of my own. Take care of eachother. Be kind to people; you never know what they’re up against. And if you want to contribute to my work, or even just my wellbeing; contact me here. I’ll check msgs, and I’ll be back soon; but not for a little while. I have to take care of stupid, unfair life stuff.
Jeremy; A Voice Of My Own
Yes I’m crying, love you all ❤
Oh and NORD’s album officially dropped ❤ super happy for this dork
N Very Best you should go check them out!
Ken Funaki played Shizusumi in Kizu Natsuki’s live stage production of Given He’s an incredible dancer and has the voice of an angel !!
You’re really missing out on some funny and cool ish if you’re not following him just saying.
Sunaga Futa is super excited for the Given live stage 2 day event coming up ❤ Of course he is!! I’ve missed him
Also^^Nakagawa Taishi is my new fave person❤
Since I said before I’d write a review on some his movies, but won’t be able to now; I figured I should at least mention him, before I go.
He does a wickedly sexy Kibutsuji Muzan^^
Today’s Kira Kun was a million times better than the manga, for his performance! You should go watch that and ReLife!! Since they’re no longer on streaming services; you can find them in full length and decent quality, on YouTube
Current status til further notice so wish me luck…
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 ♥️
Request: The reader has a sister, and she has a child and asks if they can take care of her baby for two weeks, Stephen is not happy about it, but everything changes when after some time the child hugs Stephen and calls him “uncle”
“It is only for ten days,” you bargained with Stephen, chasing him around the room as he tried his hardest to ignore you. “I am talking to you, Strange.” You finally raised your tone, standing before him and forcing him to put his book down and look at you.
“The Sanctum is no place for a child,” his response was short and generical, giving no insight into his desire or lack thereof to be around a toddler. His eyes returned to his book as he stepped aside, continuing his meditative stroll through the room. You, however, did not see it like that, reading between the lines.
“So, what will we do when we have children?” The question came out in a tone more serious than you wanted it to, causing the doctor to stop in his tracks and look back at you.
“That is not something we need to concern ourselves with yet, is it?” His eyes scrutinised your face before moving again, continuing the relentless pacing. It was a delicate topic, that of children. You were somewhat on the same page. You wanted children eventually. The day, however, had somehow been frozen in time in Stephen’s mind, continuously seeing the eventually as long from now while you counted every passing year as a step closer. Then the engagement had come earlier this year, and the promise to share the rest of your lives together had been spoken into reality. Having children had suddenly become more of a desire in your mind, yet Stephen seemed to be unphased by the change.
“She is smart and well-behaved, and I already told my sister she can stay with us, so you’ll deal with it.” You answered before walking out of the room, frustrated at his lack of interest in your niece. Stephen had met her only once before on her first birthday; your sister living far away meant you rarely saw them. She was thankfully moving back to New York but that also meant she needed to look for an apartment and deal with the moving. Hence her request for you to take care of the little girl in the meantime. You had agreed instantly, not thinking Stephen would have any problem with it, but he had refused straightaway and dismissed the topic every time you asked about it.
…
The day of the little girl’s arrival came quicker than expected. Stephen had been gone for the last couple of days on a mission with Wong and Peter, meaning that you had met with your sister alone to pick her up. She had invited you to brunch, and you had discussed some of the wedding plans and any needs little Cecilia had. Cece was a lively ray of sunshine who was starting to put her first sentences together and loved horses. There was no way Stephen’s heart would not melt as soon as he saw her.
Eventually, at the end of your brunch, your sister handed you Cece’s bag and gave her a goodbye kiss. The little girl waved goodbye as her mom reminded her that she would be staying with her aunt for a couple of days. You and Cece went on with your day, eventually finding your way back home to the Sanctum. Wong had helped you bring some things she would need to sleep into one of the many empty rooms of the enormous property, making it easy for you to set her up.
After such an eventful day, she fell asleep, giving you a minute to go to the kitchen and make yourself some late lunch/dinner. As you finished preparing your sandwich, you heard the familiar sound of a portal opening behind you; turning around to meet your sweaty and dirty fiance with a smile. “Hello there, handsome,” you gave him a dashing smile as he moved towards you, his hands cupping your cheeks into a passionate kiss.
You broke the kiss catching some air, and gave him a preoccupied smile. He was usually only this passionate when something dangerous had happened, and he was terrified of losing you. “Is everything okay? I-“ you tried to speak, but the sound of another portal distracted you. Through it, Peter and Wong came out also looking pretty rough. “Oh god, are you guys okay?” you asked, moving away from Stephen, who stood there exhausted.
Wong gave you a comforting look, but you noticed a tension-filled silence in the room. “Peter, are you okay?” you asked as the boy looked down with a hurt expression.
“Oh, he is excellent. He almost got himself killed and ruined our mission, but he is perfectly fine.” Stephen answered for him, forcing you to give the doctor a fulminating look. Peter looked regretful enough; bashing him now would not help.
“That is enough, Stephen. I will make everyone dinner. Go shower.” You spoke to the three men in an authoritative voice. The spiderboy spent so much time in the Sanctum that he had clothes and an assigned room. Peter and Wong left swiftly, going into their rooms to wash up, but Stephen stayed there, knowing you would want to talk to him. As soon as you were alone again, you spoke, “You cannot talk to him that way. He is just a kid. He is trying his best.”
“He almost got himself killed. He wants to help everyone, save everyone, but he does not see he will end up killing himself like this.” Stephen’s words were filled with frustration. He worried for Peter’s safety; you knew that was the truth. He had decided to let him die once before. He could not make the same decision again. “I have watched him die, and he does not understand that. Someday I won’t be there by his side, and he will actually get himself killed.”
Just as you thought, he was not mad at the boy for the way he behaved. He was just scared of losing him. It was hard to keep in mind all the time that Stephen had to live with the burden of knowledge. You wondered how many times he had seen you go and how he felt about it, but he never wanted to speak of it. “You are doing your best, and he is doing his best. It is all we can ask for,” you finally answered, inviting him to lay his head against yours and embracing him in a tight hug. “I love you, you know? We all do, and we are so grateful to you for protecting us, but you cannot always keep us safe, and that is okay.” Your left hand caressed his back, hoping to soothe him slightly.
Suddenly the sound of the baby monitor interrupted your hug as Cece woke up, startled by your absence. “Oh, when did she get here?” The doctor stiffened in your arms, unhappy that you had gone through with your decision.
“A couple of hours ago. Wanna help me check on her?” You asked, breaking the embrace and giving him a hopeful smile.
“I am gonna go shower,” he spoke, tightening his lips and looking away from you. You sighed and walked away, still confused about his dismissiveness. The sounds from the baby monitor suddenly changed as the little girl was no longer alone. Confused, you checked the screen and saw Peter approaching her bed.
“Hello there! Who are you? I am Peter,” the boy spoke, slowly walking towards the sleepy child. “Do you need food?” he asked, and Cece nodded emphatically back, sweetly raising her arms for the boy to pick her up. You watched, amused through the camera, as Stephen left the room, feeling your heart ache from the cuteness.
…
Peter helped you keep Cece entertained in the kitchen as you made dinner. He told you all about what had happened, and you finally completely understood Stephen’s frustration. The boy had been incredibly reckless, but thankfully nothing bad came of it. Peter was extremely patient with the toddler, who was just around that phase where she asked questions about virtually anything. It was lovely to see them interact. You could not help but imagine how much of an amazing big brother he would have been.
Eventually, Wong joined the three of you, instantly entertained by the little girl running around the kitchen table, singing some non-sensical song. Food was ready shortly after, but Stephen was nowhere to be found. You excused yourself quickly, asking Wong to watch the children so you could look for the grumpy doctor.
You opened your bedroom door carefully, spying your fiance sitting on the bed with his head between his hands. You pressed your lips worriedly, unsure of what to say to make him feel better. “Babe, would you like me to bring you your food here?” You asked careful, understanding how tough these missions were for him.
“Yes, please. That would be great.” He responded, lifting his eyes and giving you a thankful look.
…
The rest of the afternoon went by quickly as Cece, Peter, and you played with some relics that Wong thought would be appropriate. Eventually, the boy left, and you put Cece to bed, exhausted after such an adventurous day. You checked that the monitor was working properly and went to bed yourself as Stephen was already lying in bed, deep asleep.
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You woke up startled, unsure why your alarm had not rung. The bed was empty, and the monitor of Cece’s room was turned off. You tried to turn it on, confused, looking around for your fiance in the bathroom and adjacent office. He was nowhere to be found, and the monitor was not turning on. You decided that looking for Cece was the best decision, scared she had been crying all morning, and you had not heard her.
The sense of urgency in your steps slowly calmed as you heard Stephen’s voice whisper from Cece’s room. You stopped, hesitant to enter and curious to listen to what he said, “finally, Cece, we managed to get you to calm down. I don’t understand how your aunt understands you. It would help if you spoke more clearly.¨
You giggled at the comment, deciding to enter the room. Stephen seemed slightly startled as you knocked on the door’s wood to inform him of your arrival. “Hello there,” you smiled at him as he quickly backed away from the child.
“She was not letting me sleep with her crying and complaining, and it looked like you needed some rest,” he scrambled an excuse, scared you could suspect he could enjoy spending time with a child.
You hummed in agreement, thankful for his help and aware that he would not admit to anything else anyway. “Do you mind looking after her for a little longer? I will make breakfast for the two of you.” You kissed him and waved at Cece, leaving the room before he could argue against it.
…
The next couple of days were a back and forth between Cece chasing Stephen around every room while he tried his best to ignore her. He would still manage to wake up before you with the excuse that the toddler was whining and play with her, entertaining her with some magic and making her breakfast.
Eventually, he gave up on ignoring her and started answering some of her redundant questions. Cece tried her best to speak clearly to him, but the communication problems were still there. She, for example, struggled to pronounce Stephen, which caused both parties a certain level of frustration.
Eventually, Stephen was called out on a mission again. You kissed him goodbye, and Cece waved at him, saddened. Your fiance tried his best to hold onto his stoic facade as he barely acknowledged the little girl, whispering a quick “goodbye little Lilia, see you tomorrow” as soon as he was sure you could not hear. His heart broke seeing the sad expression of the little child as he left.
…
Stephen’s mission took longer than expected, taking him the whole week to complete. You had been left alone with Cece to enjoy the blooming spring. Peter had not been allowed to tag along in this mission, so he joined you most afternoons for walks and to play with the girl.
Cece seemed to miss Stephen almost as much as you did, so you took the chance to teach her how to say “uncle Stephen.” It would be a pleasant surprise even if he would not admit it.
Sadly, the ten days went by quicker than expected, and Stephen had yet to return from his mission. You met up with your sister to tour the new apartment and give her the toddler back, promising Cece that uncle Stephen would come to visit her sooner than later.
…
You were lying on your bed that afternoon, enjoying the newly found silence of the house. It had been a great experience to take care of your niece, and it had given you a ton of baby fever, but you could not help but sigh in relief at the peace. The sound of a portal opening in front of you forced you to sit up and smile, excited to see your fiance again. Stephen walked through the portal and towards you, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, instantly scanning the room for the baby monitor.
“I dropped her off today. She missed you,” you answered the unspoke question. The doctor tried his best to control his expression, but the disappointment in his eyes could not be denied. You caressed his hand, inviting him to sit by your side on the bed, climbing on his lap to stare into his eyes. “You can admit that you enjoyed having her around, you know?” you kissed his nose, cupping his face with your hands, enjoying the long-awaited closeness.
“I barely tolerated it.” He shook his head, closing his eyes and smiling, knowing his secret was out of the bag.
“Why can you not just admit that the Sanctum feels more like a home when a little babbling creature is chasing you around?” you laughed, dramatically laying your head on his shoulder and shaking it.
“I don’t want to get attached,” he responded thoughtfully, forcing you to lift your head and look at him again.
“She is just our niece, babe. She cannot break your heart,” you tried to lighten the mood, hoping he would smile, but he lowered his gaze instead.
“I have enough people to worry about already, you, Peter, Wong. Every decision, everything I do or don’t, I am burdened with the fear that it may hurt you. I cannot get attached, or I will think of little Lilia too.”
“Lilia?” You asked, amused at the funny nickname he had chosen.
“She refuses to say my name right; I shall do the same.” Petty old man, playing games with a little child.
“You don’t need to worry about us, my love. We love you regardless. I don’t want to be a burden in your life,” you spoke softly.
“You are not a burden. I just at times wonder whether the universe would be worth saving if it meant losing you or the kid.” The honesty made his voice softer as the words left his lips like a whisper, ashamed of his admission. “That is also why I have been delaying the ‘children’ conversation. I think I could no longer protect the world once we have children. They would be the only thing that’d matter to me, just them, and our adopted son and you.” He chuckled slightly at his recognition, finally realising that Peter had already become your de facto child. You felt a weight lift from your shoulders as his words brought some explanation to his dismissive behaviour finally.
“I understand…” you exhaled, trying to put your desire aside and understand the stress it would put him in. “I was going to see Cece tomorrow for breakfast if you’d like to join me.” You tried to change the topic.
“I would love that,” he confirmed, giving you a crooked smile. You looked into his eyes and wondered how you would live without seeing a mini version of you and your lover walking around this Sanctum. You would never know whether they would get his beautiful eyes with that little brown spot on the right iris.
…
You spent the rest of the night cuddling with the doctor, talking about his time away and discussing his excitement to see the little monster tomorrow. The morning after could not come quickly enough as you hoped Cece had not forgotten how to pronounce ‘uncle Stephen.’ In the morning, Stephen went out to buy some pastries to take with you, letting you know that Lilia was a massive fan of chocolate croissants. You shook your head at the information, wondering what other unhealthy foods he had been feeding her for breakfast. He reassured you that he had checked his old introduction to paediatrics book, and 26-month-olds were allowed to eat chocolate croissants.
The two of you arrived at the building at around 11 a.m., ready to see your family. You knocked at the door and were received, disappointingly enough for Stephen, by your sister alone as Cece was still asleep. She had apparently struggled to get used to the new bed the night before. You started catching up as Stephen politely asked about your sister’s moving struggles. Eventually, the commotion of your conversation woke up the little girl, who began to ask for help from the crib.
You exchanged a look with your sister, who offered Stephen to go pick her up. The doctor refused initially, joking nervously that she probably did not even remember him. Your sister thankfully insisted, and he got up eagerly, walking towards the indicated room. The little girl squealed with excitement as soon as she spotted the familiar face, “UNCLE SFEFEN.”
The doctor could not help but chuckle happily, hugging and lifting the toddler who held on tightly to the hug. “Hello, little Cece.”
“Lilia,” she repeated, confused at why he was calling her Cece.
“Lilia it is,” he reassured her, re-entering the room with her and keeping her on his lap.
“They seemed to have bonded,” your sister looked at you entertained, giving you a cheeky smile.
“Seems like it,” you responded, giggling as you observed them interact. The four of you spent almost the entire day together, and by the end of it, both Cece and Stephen were absolutely exhausted, falling asleep on the couch as they watched some cartoon. You had never seen him so soft and sweet with someone that was not you. It was genuinely heartwarming. The comical way Stephen’s head had dropped onto the couch’s backrest as the little girl laid her head against his side forced you to think of what an amazing dad he would be.
You shook your fiance’s shoulder once it was time to leave, waking him up. The goodbyes were prolonged as Stephen had to promise the little girl to come to visit her again. The doctor was equally as saddened by the separation, but finally, after forty-five minutes, you managed to thank your sister and head home. Once the door was closed, the doctor moved to your ear and whispered, “maybe we should start planning on that first baby.”
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“You will need to be more specific than that, love,” Tom spoke, giving you one of his naughtiest smiles.
You spread your legs even further, tilting your head to the side and looking at Benedict, who immediately stepped in front of his friend, pedantically tapping him on his shoulder. “I am sure you won’t mind watching for a bit, Hiddleston. She was good enough not to come for you. I need to thank her for being so obedient.” His eyes did not leave your covered cunt for a second as he spoke, already savouring how your slick would taste on his lips.
You smiled at the sound of his words as his friend stood there, slightly frustrated. Benedict moved between your legs, pushing them further apart and grabbing onto your panties, “lift your ass for me, darling.” You complied pathetically, eager to please him, to feel him, to have his friend watch as you came all over his face.
“Good girl.” He praised you, removing your panties and shaking his head as soon as his eyes spotted your folds. “So fucking wet, my pretty little slut. Your cunt was made to be fucked. Maybe I should let Tom eat you out first. I wanna hear you beg for me to let you come.” You looked at him disappointed, searching his eyes, but he looked back at his friend, ignoring your presence, “all yours, Hiddleston.”
Tom walked towards the bed as Benedict moved away, sitting on the armchair by its side. Your eyes followed your professor until you felt the other man’s hands on your thighs. “Take off your clothes, love. I wanna see you all naked for me.” The intention in the last sentence was obvious. You couldn’t help but bite the inside of your lip and do as requested, sitting up and taking off the dress and your bra as both men observed you.
An intentional deep inhale from the man in front of you let you know he enjoyed the view. You tilted your head again, giving him the look and causing him to immediately grab onto your hips and pull you to the edge of the bed. “I am gonna ruin you, princess.” He spoke as he knelt before you, letting his fingertips trace down your body from your waist to your hips, stopping there. His eyes moved away from you, towards your cunt, as he could not help but smile at the wet folds that eagerly awaited his lips.
Tom’s hot breath on your folds was already sending waves of pleasure through your body as the prolonged denial was making you more and more impatient. You needed somebody to touch you. You did not care who. “Please,” you whispered, causing Tom to look up for a second and give you a cheeky smile before moving slowly down and stopping just above your clit.
“Tell me what you w-” He whispered so close that you could almost feel his lips on your skin.
“You, I want you to eat me out.” The response came before he could even finish his sentence, too much of a pathetic thing for the two men. He did not make you ask twice, letting his tongue lick upwards from your folds to your clit, forcing you to arch your back and close your eyes. “Fuck.”
The pleasure was sudden, and you could not hold yourself back, biting down on your lip to silence some of your moans, hoping Benedict would not get angry. Tom looked up as he ate you out, watching you melt under his touch and glanced quickly at his friend, whose eyes were stuck on your face. Tom kept his eyes on his friend and sucked on your clit, making a string of soft moans and whimpers leave your mouth as your hips raised slightly. Benedict’s jaw tightened as his hold onto the arms of the chair did too.
In response, Tom tensed his hold on your hips, stopping you from pathetically trying to grind against his face in desperation. Your cheeks burned in shame as you could feel Benedict’s eyes on you even with your eyes closed. You wondered if he enjoyed seeing you like this or wished it was him between your legs. An impulsive reflex took over your body as your right hand looked for Tom’s hair pulling it softly.
Benedict’s voice broke your euphoric state as you were on the verge of coming, “Remember the rules, Sofia.” In response to his friend’s words, Tom moved his right hand away from your hip, pushing to digits inside you and curling them. You gasped for air, opening your eyes and looking for your professor.
Was it worth it to defy him? Was it worth whatever would come next? It felt worth it, at least right now, as Tom moved relentless, causing your lower back and core to tense, ready to snap in pleasure. He had had the chance to eat you out but gave it away; you had a right to defy him. Your eyes met Benedict’s as he looked down at you, flexing his jaw. You did not even have the time to say something as the orgasm overwhelmed your senses, making your limbs slightly numb as waves of pleasure took over your core. Your hold on Tom’s hair grew tighter, keeping him exactly where he needed to be.
Tom felt your cunt clenching around his fingers and sucked on your clit, hoping to prolong the pleasure. The overstimulation forced you to cry out as you had yet to look away from Benedict, defiant of his orders. You enjoyed having him watch you, jealous that somebody else was making his girl come. As you came down your high, you gave him one final smile before breaking the eye contact, looking at Tom, who stood back up. “Thank you,” you whispered, unsure of what to say.
He cleaned his face with his forearm and stepped away from you, walking towards Benedict, “all yours.” You suddenly felt so dirty, coming on the lips of a man you had never even kissed. It felt good. It felt like you were using them as much as they were using you.
“Stand up,” Benedict ordered you, standing up from the chair himself. You slightly regretted your lust-filled semi-decision to come as Benedict looked at you with a dark expression. You did as requested, standing up and waiting for him to approach you. It felt significantly more vulnerable to stand naked like this than to lie like before, feeling both men’s eyes on you. They had utterly different expressions as Tom smirked slightly, happy to have pushed you over the edge, and Benedict looked down at you. “So you still know how to follow an order.” His words broke you out of your analysis of the situation, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“Yes, sir.” You nodded emphatically, hoping your submissive tone would melt away his jealousy. He closed the distance between your bodies, grabbing your face with his right hand slightly above your chin, squeezing it tightly and making you look up.
“Then why is Hiddleston’s face full of your cum, Sofia. Can you not control yourself?” He spat the words, disgusted by your behaviour. He did not care as much as he showed, mostly trying to clarify that you needed to do exactly as told. He secretly enjoyed your brattiness, you hid it well most of the time, but the way you had looked at him as you came had made his dick impossibly hard.
“Don’t be so harsh on her, Ben. I am sure nobody has ever eaten her out like that,” Tom spoke up, ironic, making Ben close his eyes and shake his head as a bitter laugh escaped his throat, letting go of your face. You thought this was the perfect moment to make your professor feel that all your attention was on him, show him how much you wanted him.
You got on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, holding onto the back of his neck with your left hand. Your lips moved towards his ear, whispering, “nobody eats me out like you do, daddy.” An honest, open smile appeared on his lips as your free hand tried to work on his shirt’s buttons while your lips moved down onto his neck.
Your other hand came to help as your eagerness to fill him grew more urgent with every kiss you left on his body. His smell filling up your nose and forcing you to press your legs together. Once his shirt was fully opened, you ran your nails down his chest, looking up at his ecstatic expression and smiling. You came to a silent agreement as you knelt slowly, holding onto his hips for stability until you were facing his crotch.
Your hands moved to his belt and then to his trousers, pulling them down but keeping his boxers on. You kissed his lower stomach and his erection over his boxers, causing a groan to escape his lips. “I am not in the mood to be teased.” He clarified, and you looked up to him, rolling your eyes.
“Boring,” you responded cheeky, pulling down his boxers and freeing his hard cock. Precum leaked from its head, showing how badly he wanted you. You licked it, savouring the taste of his desire before moving down to the base of the shaft and licking all the way to the head. “Just like that. Show me who this dick belongs to.”
You started sucking his cock fully as his hand found your hair, guiding you to his desired pace. Tom had sat back down, enjoying the show as your left hand moved from Ben’s hip to in-between your legs to touch yourself as you pleasured him. “Such a horny thing. I just made her come and look at her, going for it again. You really cannot get enough. No wonder you need two men to keep you entertained.” The degradation made you just wetter as your core itched to be fucked. You needed a cock inside of you. You needed to feel them fill you up.
“Hiddleston, come here, let her show you how good she can suck cock. You would think it’s her job,” Benedict spoke before groaning as you took his entire length into your mouth, gagging slightly as it hit the back of your throat. Tom stood up eagerly, joining his friend by his side, exchanging a look with him. “C’mon, princess, you wanted this. Now, take off Tom’s trousers.”
You stopped sucking on Ben’s dick, looking up at them short-breathed. Was this a dream? Maybe, but you would enjoy it thoroughly. They looked so handsome standing above you as they watched you pathetically struggle to undo Tom’s belt. You managed to pull his cock out of his trousers, staring at it in awe as your right hand pumped Ben’s. “Time to put your multitasking skills to good use, Sof.” Tom joked as you took his cock between your lips, driving him to close his eyes. Your right hand continued to play with Ben’s shaft, hoping to satisfy both men.
You relentlessly moved from one to the other as they let you know how good you were doing. It felt almost impossible to keep up as both men grew more eager as they approached their climax. Your chest burnt as you barely had the time to breathe, but the praise pushed you to keep going, keen to show them you could please them both.
“Just like that, Sof. I am so fucking close; I am gonna fill up your pretty mouth.” Tom spoke as you pushed him deep down your throat before leaving him and gasping for air.
As you took a quick break breathing out, feeling your eyes burn with tears, Benedict spoke again, “Get on the bed, darling. I will give you just what you want.” He helped you stand up, exchanging a look with Tom. As the two men approached you, you sat on the bed, “Get on your four, love. Let’s see if you can make Tom come with your pretty little mouth as I fuck you. Is that okay?”
You nodded enthusiastically before speaking, “yes, sir.” You got into the desired position as Tom stood before you, pumping his erection. Benedict positioned himself behind you, staring in awe at your ass, before slapping it slightly and then grabbing his hard cock and running it down the swollen lips of your cunt. You jilted forward slightly, overwhelmed by the sensation, before moving back to your initial position.
“Can I come in your mouth, Sof?” Tom asked, making you look up to him as Benedict breached you, forcing a moan to escape your lips.
“Yes, please. Use my mouth however you’d like,” You responded as your professor started to thrust out of you. The emptiness felt sinful, almost as if he belonged in you, part of your being. Tom guided his cock to your lips, and you took it quickly, balancing yourself with one arm as you held onto his hip with the other. The feeling of fullness between the two dicks was driving you crazy. It was like nothing you had felt before; to have two men worship and use your body this way felt more fulfilling yet overwhelming than any other form of sex.
Benedict started thrusting back into you, pushing you forward just enough so you could take Tom’s full cock in your mouth. The room was suddenly filled with the sound of sex, moans and groans as nothing else mattered outside of pleasure. Your professor’s hand reached around your leg to play with your clit as his dick hit your sweet spot repeatedly. Tom’s member silenced your moans, but the pulsing of your cunt around Ben’s cock let him know you would come in no time.
“Just like that princess, milk my cock with your tight cunt. I cannot wait to fill you up just like you like it. My pretty girl.” Benedict’s words added a further layer of pleasure as his motions on your clit increased in pressure, pushing you closer and closer. You would not last much longer.
Tom did not seem to be too far either as he had his eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of your warm mouth around him. “Your mouth feels like heaven, Sof. You are fucking amazing.” The continuous praising was almost too much, especially combined with the soft groans escaping the two men’s lips. Just as you thought you would not get them to come first, Benedict’s thrusts hit just the right spot snapping the coil in your core and forcing you to moan around Tom’s cock, feeling the overwhelming tension as Ben fucked you through your orgasm.
Tom’s hand found your hair, holding his cock in your mouth as the movements from Ben’s thrusts cause him to reach his climax in the back of your throat. You tried your best to take all his cum, but it dripped from the corners of your mouth as both men looked down at you, mesmerized. The grip of your pulsing cunt and the filthy scene in front of him pushed Benedict to his own climax a second later, leaving the three of you panting as your bodies throbbed in pressure.
liv´s note
Talk about porn with no plot lmao. Wrote this in one sitting so I hope it is good! Thank you so much for all your support and love in the last chapter it amazes me to see so many people enjoying the story. I will answer all your comments after my dinner! So excited to hear your opinion on this. I wanted to also let you know I am posting an improved version of my favourite story I have written, the Sorcerer, the God and the Devil´s Advocate . If you are a fan of both Tom and Benedict and into Marvel, I believe you will enjoy it a lot.
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 shouldn’t have left this early. The train to the airport was empty, and your head felt like it was on the verge of exploding. Waking up in the middle of the night to secure the cheap morning flight never felt worth it at 3 a.m.
Your phone vibrated in your left pocket as you were falling asleep, forcing you to move uncomfortably to get it out as the bag on your lap weighed you down. “Hello?”
“Good Morning! Are you at the airport already?” A cheerful voice asked on the other side of the line.
“I am on the train, should be there in fifteen minutes. Are you picking me up from the airport?” You asked as your voice gained some energy. You were exhausted, but the excitement to see your best friend after so long tramped it all.
“Of course, I will! What type of host would I be otherwise? Excited to see New York?” She tried to continue the conversation after hearing the sleepiness in your voice, scared you would fall asleep on the train and miss your flight.
“I am more excited to leave London. I am only visiting to get away from this city and maybe meet an Avenger or two.” You joked, pushing the bag from your lap to the floor before your blood circulation halted completely.
“Bitch, you don’t want to meet the Avengers. 99% of the time they are around, something bad is about to happen. You don’t wanna be there” Sophie was not a big Avengers fan, but who could blame her? She lived in New York. She had to live through every fuck up Tony Stark, and his friends caused.
“Whatever, I hope I get a picture with at least one of them. I will be snooping around the city for them."
…
You talked with Sophie for the rest of your train ride, got to the airport safely with plenty of time and boarded. The flight was quick, and you slept most of the way.
You were starving by the time you went through security and picked up your bag. Thankfully, your best friend would want to grab food as soon as she picked you up. You were excited to have access to all the American food chains you could not get in London.
As soon as you stepped out of the security area, you spotted Sophie waving at you excitedly. You ran towards her as fast as your backpack and gigantic suitcase would allow.
"Aaaah, babe, I cannot believe you are finally here!” She hugged you tightly. It was like a suffocating breath of fresh air to hug her again after so long. So much had changed since you last saw each other, and although phone calls helped, it was nothing like having her by your side. She smelled like your childhood and felt like home, even after all these years.
“You look super hot! Where are you coming from?” You asked her as soon as she let go of you. She was wearing a lovely fancy red dress that gave her a corporate look you were not used to.
“Just work, I had to deal with a last-minute issue, but everything should be fine now. I am all yours for the rest of the day.” She reassured you, grabbing your suitcase. “Let’s get you some food now.”
“Great! I am starving!”
…
You grabbed a quick bite and caught up on the latest news in your life. You were both still very much single, but she was hoping to fix that. On the other hand, you wanted to stay away from any serious commitment, too busy with work. Sophie told you that she was working in some Risk Management corporate position, and well, you were about to make associate at a law firm in London. Five weeks from now, you would not have time for anything or anyone but work. So this was the perfect opportunity for you to enjoy your last weeks of freedom before working in something completely different from your original law school dreams.
After grabbing brunch, you headed to Sophie’s place. She must have been making good money from the looks of her beautiful apartment in a building in Manhattan. You did not know a lot about rental prices in New York, but if they were even close to anything in London, this was an expensive place to rent.
“Girl! I guess they are paying you very well at your new job!” You teased her as you entered the beautiful flat.
“They have to. I am constantly saving their asses. They make me work 24/7, so the least they can do is give me enough money to have a nice place to crash after work.” She responded dramatically, taking off her heels.
“Look at her, Sophie Meyer, Columbia Graduate,” you pointed at the graduation pictures on her wall. That had been the last time you two had seen each other almost four years ago (or nine if you counted the time you were gone). “This city is magnificent at night, and I must say, this is a little nicer than my view in London”, you added, pointing at the breathtaking skyline surrounding her living room.
“So, although I may be making enough money to have a nice apartment is still a one-bedroom, so we will have to snuggle up together. Like the old times.” She said, reminiscing all the times she visited you in London, and you had to share your bed. “I have work tomorrow, but I should be free all weekend just for you. Feel free to do whatever you please, go Avengers hunting in Central Park or whatever,” she joked.
You spent the rest of the afternoon giving her the gifts you had brought from London and catching up on gossip about your families and friends from school. By 10 p.m., you were exhausted and jetlagged and decided to head to bed while Sophie sent some more emails.
…
The morning after, you awoke to the smell of coffee and the tumbling of objects in the living room.
“Yes. I will be there in 20 minutes. No problem. Have a good day.” Sophie mumbled on the phone while trying to sip on her coffee as she put on her heels. Today she was rocking another dress, this time a navy blue one which was flowier and had a ribbon on the front.
She ended the call and screamed, “fuck, fuck, fuck I have to go. Now."
"Well, good morning to you too, sweetheart. Where are you headed to at….” You looked at your watch “7 in the morning?”
“My boss needs me. There has been some complication with a contract that was leaked to the press. I have to solve it. Ouch,” she added as she finally managed to put on her shoes.
“I will see you for dinner?” You asked.
“Yes, yes. I’ll try my best to be here. I’ll ask my boss if I can introduce you to our team. You know, I need you to move to New York instead of starting that dumb, boring job in London.”
“Yes, whatever, Sophie. It is one of the most coveted positions in London. You should be proud of me like the rest of the world is.” You rolled your eyes at her, tired of her honesty and persistence on the topic.
“I am proud of you. I just think you are giving up everything you believe in, all your dreams. You know success is great, but your values have always been more important than that. We both know no amount of money or success will fulfil you as much as chasing your dreams. You need to do what makes you happy, not what others think you should do.” She argued while putting on her jacket, “Also, a friend from work asked me if I could take care of his dog while he is away, so we may have to do that. It is only for a couple of days. Anyway, I gotta go! Love you! Please be careful out there. This is not Notting Hill! Do not trust any strangers on the street! My spare keys are here. Please don’t lose them!” she added before walking out the door.
“Byee!” You screamed as she closed the door. Although Sophie was right, this job was not per se your dream job. It was the dream of 90% of lawyers. Giving up this opportunity would be naive, and it would disappoint many people, including your parents and law school friends. This was too much pressure for you to simply not go for it. You would find happiness in other aspects of your life, in your apartment in Notting Hill, in your nights out in Shoreditch, in the cat you wanted to adopt and in the men that would entertain your evenings.
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You got ready to go on a walk; the day was super sunny, and the smell of spring filled the apartment. You painted your nails. You did that every day. It was inevitable; at some point during the day, you would start peeling it off and wouldn’t stop until it was all gone. It was a habit you had developed through your years in uni. It was either the nail polish or your nails and cuticles, so it was a tedious but necessary habit.
Opting for a comfortable yet stylish outfit, you wore a dress with flowers. You never know when you may run into an Avenger.
You spent the day on the streets of New York, window shopping and grabbed a slice of pizza for lunch before heading to the MET in the afternoon. Galleries were your favourite place in the world. Nothing giving you more peace than standing in front of a beautiful painting. Sometimes you wished you could just meet these artists and hear what they were thinking about while painting.
…
It had gotten dark by the time you got back to the flat. You took off your shoes and laid on the couch immobile and exhausted, until the entrance door opened again.
“Good afternoon, babe! How was your day out?” Sophie sang tired as she entered the flat and took off her heels.
“It was beautiful! I went to the MET, almost as nice as the National Gallery!” You joked, making her roll her eyes. “Anyway, how was your day, businesswoman? Chasing your boss around?”
“Yeah, whatever, it was nice, I ended up having lunch with the team, and I told them about you. My smart best friend from London sounds like somebody everyone wants to meet. I don’t think you wanna meet them, though; corporate Newyorkers are not as nice as corporate Londoners.”
“The fact that you are calling any corporate sell-out nice already says everything about your judgement on people”, you answered sarcastically.
“Woa woa woa, look who’s talking? Miss ‘I will work in Banking and M&A and watch the world burn’” she spoke, throwing her jacket at you.
“Now, to the important things. Is there anyone within your team you would like to set me up with? Because I did not come all the way to New York to go on Hinge dates.” You asked, lifting your eyebrow and making an insinuating face.
“I don’t know, really. I don’t think anyone in my team is soo up their ass to be your type. Wait.. mmh… Nah, but I will ask around. Maybe they know some narcissist, tall, skinny, dark-haired asshole. That’s still your type, right?”
“Yes, indeed. I am glad you still remember,” you matched her sarcastic tone, getting up to grab some water.
“Anyway, my coworker is coming later today to drop off his dog. He will be with us just for five days. I am sure you will be happy to have somebody keep you company while you walk around Central Park. He is a cutie, a big cuddly golden retriever, so all the eyes will be on you.” Sophie let you know and then added, “but going back to what we talked about before, babe. I don’t think you should go back to London, I really don’t. You were always keen to do something good for the world and help people, and now you are throwing all of that away."
"That’s not true. I will still do pro bono work once in a while,” you argued.
“You know that is not enough, and you will be unhappy. New York is a great place for you, and I will talk to my boss and tell him how awesome you are. We help people, babe, and you could do it too. I also know quite a few people that work for the UN. You could work there too.” She answered as you both sat on the couch.
“Is this why you invited me to New York? To kidnap me?” You laughed, and she kept her serious look.
Your conversation was interrupted by the intercom ringing. Sophie got up in a hurry to answer. “Yes, yes, I will be down in a second.” She hung up the phone and started putting her heels back on.
“Are we going downstairs to pick up the puppy?” You asked, curious to meet her coworker.
“No need, you can wait up here. I will be back in a minute.” She said, closing the door behind her.
…
After 10 minutes, the door slung open, and a giant golden retriever entered, dragging Sophie in with him. As soon as he saw you and Sophie dropped the leash, he ran and jumped on your lap, covering your whole body and almost suffocating you.
“Well, hello boy, what is your name?” You spoke to him sweetly, petting his head, trying to keep him calm as he tried to lick your face.
“His name is Bjorn. It means bear. He kind of is a bear.” Sophie answered for him, and you giggled as he moved from your lap to the side of the couch so you could finally pet him properly.
“Thank you for not suffocating me, Bjorn, you cutie.”
“I have just been informed that they need me to go into the office tomorrow morning. Will you be okay?” Sophie asked. “Also, I may have found somebody I can set you up with, but I am not 100% sure yet."
"Uhm, interesting; keep me updated.” You winked at her. “This cutie and I will go for a walk in Central Park, and then we can meet you at your office?” You asked without taking your eyes off the furball.
“That’s okay. I’ll meet you there, I’ll bring lunch, and we can eat in the park.”
…
You had a quick dinner, chitchatted while playing with the pup and then headed to bed. Sophie refused to show you a picture of your possible set-up, letting you know she needed to check some things before it was confirmed. Bjorn decided there was not enough space for the three of you on the bed and slept on the couch instead.
…
Around 8 in the morning, you woke up hearing the shower in the bathroom turn on. You got out of bed, went into the living room, grabbed Bjorn’s food from the bag the owner had prepared for you two and served him some kibble. He was still half asleep on the couch but jumped up as soon as he heard his food being served.
Sophie got ready and ran around, as stressed as the previous morning. “So plan for today, I go to work, we meet at Central Park, you find us a nice place to sit down and have lunch and tonight we go out for drinks? Saturday night fun?”
“Yes, sure,” you answered while petting Bjorn, who had joined you on the couch after devouring his breakfast.
“Please take care of Bjorn! Love you!” She said, closing the door behind her as last morning.
You made yourself some coffee and a sandwich and then proceeded to sit down on the couch, turning on the news. Tony Stark was being interviewed on his decision to accept Loki Odinson into the Avengers after what he had done in New York. Stark explained how Loki was under the control of Thanos and had now shown loyalty to the protection of earth and the Avengers team.
You did not know how to feel about it. It must be so difficult for the families of the people that died in the attack. Seeing the killer of their loved one free and revamped as a hero. However, if it is true that he was being controlled by Thanos, then he may deserve a second chance. You guessed this was another Winter Soldier situation where villains are not truly villains, and heroes are not true heroes.
After eating, you proceeded to repaint your nails, going for a baby blue. Once they dried, Bjorn started bothering, wanting to go for a walk. So you went into the bathroom, took a shower and changed for the day.
“Okay, okay, cutie, we can go now. You gotta find me a man in the park or a job at the UN, whichever is easier.” You joked, putting his collar on, excited to have some company on today’s walk.
You left the flat and started walking towards Greenwich Village, looking to see a different part of the city. It was a 30-minute walk from the apartment in Chelsea, and you would take the underground to Central Park later to meet with Sophie.
Once you made it to your desired destination, you started to walk down this beautiful wide street. Although a cutie, Bjorn was not the best-behaved dog. He kept on trying to chase pigeons and wanted to play with every dog he saw on the street. Given his insistence and strength, it had gotten increasingly difficult to hold him back. Your whole upper body had started to get sore as you held tightly onto the leash while he pulled.
You took a deep breath as you finally managed to calm him down enough to stop for a second and look around. Almost as if he could feel you finally relax and look away from him, he pulled with all his strength to your side, making you trip. You tried to keep him calm, but he pulled your shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain. He was uniquely strong for a dog, or you were just particularly breakable.
“Ouch, Bjorn! Stop it!” You pulled the leash again, holding it with your opposite hand, getting him to finally sit. You looked up, realising he was trying to jump on a man holding a sandwich between his hands.
“I am so sorry! He is a little too excited to be outside. Your sandwich must smell delicious,” you apologised profusely while trying to stop the pain in your shoulder to no avail.
“No problem. He is a big dog. Did you hurt your shoulder?” The man answered unimpressed, noticing how you were slouching your shoulder.
“Oh no, it is okay. He just pulled harshly. I am sure it is nothing.” You responded, looking down at Bjorn, that was now behaving properly, sitting by your side.
“It looks like it could be dislocated. That is pretty bad. I can call a doctor if you want?” He replied, taking a bite out of his sandwich and breaking off a piece for the hungry dog that had just eaten breakfast.
“Oh no, doctors are super expensive in the U.S. I am fine. I’ll just go home and put some ice on it."
"I am sure he will look at your shoulder for free. Wait, he is just around the corner. Follow me.” He started walking along the street. You did not know whether to follow him. Sophie had told you people may be dangerous in New York, but he seemed pretty normal. You prided yourself on having a good vibe detector, and he seemed nice, a straightforward guy. You started to walk behind him. Bjorn seemed to have understood he had hurt you and was walking at a better speed.
The man in the peculiar clothes stopped in front of 177A Bleecker Street and opened the door screaming, “Strange! We have a situation. Come here. We need your medical assistance.”
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you know when you get a fantastic idea for a fic and you plan it all in your head and when you go to write it down it’s not the absolute masterpiece you expected it to be or do i just have really high expectations for myself?
because the web shooters aren’t visible in the new “classic look” suit and never were, i thought it would be fun to imagine his new webshooters built-in to his gloves. They work like this in my fic too, which can be found in my pinned :]
Whenever I post on ao3, without fail, there’s always extra spacing added between punctuation surrounding words I’ve italicized. It drives me crazy, I have to manually go back and fix all of them before I post, and often after if I don’t catch them all. I have no beta and sometimes my chapters are like 6k words, whyyyy does it keep doing this
edit: idk why i keep forgetting to link it when i post about ao3 stuff
i loooove toxic and codependent relationships in fiction. they are so narratively juicy. if they don’t even warp and mangle each other to the point they create a single, fucked up entity then what’s the point.
How would you go about getting people to read your fanfics? I have this my hero academia fanfic I wrote a longgg time ago just for me and my friends, that I now want to rewrite and maybe post on AO3. Y’all have any tips for getting an audience?
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!
(a note. i’m using only published stories here cause i am…lazy.)
1. The new neighbors had moved in, in the middle of summer with minimal fuss.
2. Sitting alone at a hospital fundraising dinner was not how Addison had envisioned her night going.
3. The address hadn’t been hard to find but Sloan Riley had not been prepared for the size of the brownstone.
4. She and Derek didn’t have a fight.
5. Mark winces as he hears the doorbell ring, praying silently that it won’t wake up the baby or Addison.
6. Derek isn’t sure what he’s expecting when he knocks on the door of the brownstone.
7. It’s fourteen days into your no sex bet with Mark when you start to feel sick.
8. Lyra could barely look at Edward Coulter’s dead body lying on the dew damp grass before her.
9. Kathryn had been nervous the first time she’d met Harrison’s sons but that had been months ago.
10. “It’s all going to change.”
11. She is still Mrs. Marisa Coulter when Lyra is born, two weeks early and with her husband still away on business; the both of them screaming as Lyra enters the world.
12. Marisa knew as soon as she stepped over the threshold that she should not be there.
13. It is the morning before they are due to start shooting and an early morning call from Hugh MacPhail, the Network Head for Reality Programming, does not seem like a good start to the season to Marisa.
14. “Are you jealous?” Asriel asked, voice smug and amused.
15. “The child,” Marisa starts, her voice low and deliberately despondent, “he was born still,” she tells Edward, eyes lowered to her hands and voice sounding as slow moving as treacle.
16. “Oh, my…” She is breathless and panting, clinging tightly to Asriel, as she tries to catch her breath.
17. Early morning light streamed through open windows, the fair light of a spring morning warmed Asriel’s master bedroom.
18. Mother and Father didn’t usually have parties.
19. It was as if they were pulled together by some unknown force.
20. The hug is unexpected.
It seems the only pattern here is that I like to use character names in my opening lines for the most part?? I never really noticed that but I guess I like to establish who is in it pretty quick? That and fairly short opening lines.
My favourite! It’s a toss up between 8 and 17. 8 because of the slight shock value to the opening line. And 17 because it’s the opening of perhaps my most favourite piece of writing that I’ve ever written. But let’s go definitively with 8 for the sake of it being an opening line I love: Lyra could barely look at Edward Coulter’s dead body lying on the dew damp grass before her.
Tagging:@caladeniablue@mia-cooper and whoever would like to do this! I unfortunately don’t know a lot of writers of tumblr.
Thanks@little-tayy! That looks like a fun thing to do. I have shortened the rule to 10 intro sentences, though.
Here we go:
· “How can you go to sleep?” B’Elanna hissed in a low voice, her eyes darting around the white walls of their small cell.
· Determined to fix the problem once and for all, B’Elanna clambered through the Jefferies tube’s hatch.
· The Bajoran moved around Tuvok, lying prone and restrained on a table.
· She shuffled to the side to make room for the woman who settled beside her with a frown and a grunt.
· Kashyk: Order our ships to pursue. Maximum speed!
· She’d used his rank a lot while on duty.
· “I really don’t understand how it works for them. According to their own records, they can undergo amplexus without a proper anchor. How come?”
· Thank you for changing your father’s mind.
· The cold murmurs of the various consoles and the slight trembling of Voyager’s engines rushing through space tore through Janeway as she stepped on the bridge for the first time in three months.
· “Come on, Chakotay. It all ended well, and Harry was very impressed with his posting,” Janeway said as they entered the turbolift.
There doesn’t seem to be a pattern, apart from 9 of them being Star Trek Voyager. 2 x non-recurring characters; 3 x dialogues; 3 x Janeway-centered; some long, some short. What I do try to do is get the reader embedded in the action as fast as possible, with minimal introduction. I think most of those opening sentences do hit that goal.
My favourite: Thank you for changing your father’s mind. The story, She changed, is about regrets, mistakes, getting older, about the past and a shorter future. One of my favourites stories on those concepts.
opening lines meme Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!
Both @caldeniablue & @mia-cooper tagged me so I gave it a go. Mind you, I am not a prolific writer so…
Never ask questions about women’s toiletries. It’s none of your business.
Tom Paris was happy. He was more than happy, he was in fact - ecstatic.
It had been a long week, Chakotay decided as he input a minor course adjustments into Delta Flyer navigation computer.
I was not meant to hear it. It was a drunk, off handed remark, intended for someone else’s ears.
There were voices, so many voices… shouting, screaming, demanding, probing… then Her.
“Right, someone remind me again why I agreed to this?” the Captain asked wincing as the needle piercing her shoulder blade nearly made contact with the bone.
We are back in the Alpha Quadrant. Unexpectedly, amazingly, incredibly … suddenly - because you’ve kept your promise.
The transporter beam had barely finished the re-materialisation process yet ensign Munroe could tell she was being dismissed just by meeting the steely glare of the First officer.
It is most difficult to describe to a non vampire the World a vampire perceives around them.
Snowflakes danced lazily through the night sky, paying no heed to the silent figure on the porch.
As I sit here in this quiet corner, away from the immediate bustle typical of this time of day, I silently observe my soon to be interlocutor as he slowly makes his way through the evening crowd.
An earsplitting scream ripped through the night waking him violently from his slumber.
“Second thoughts commander?” Captain Janeway inquired of her first officer, attempting to fit into her costume.
Thunderous applause and cheering could be heard somewhere outside the pitch dark tunnel sheltering the small team.
“Are you ready Captain?”
“Oh god Chakotay! Stop, stop! It actually hurts!” Kathryn hissed.
Just another hour or so.
Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager was not a happy camper.
Comfortable… warm.
Jean Luc Picard was cold, wet, and above all else - miserable.
All but one are Voyager stories as I’ve found I write these characters more easily. Like Mia I seem to like establishing the action in the first line, or kicking off with dialogue and using the second line to place the scene.
My favourite opening line: #5- the angst is strong with that one.
My favourite fic from this lot: #10 - I am a sucker for fluff, even when I am the one writing it (yes, crack!fic is a close second).
Tagging@coffeeblack75 @ussjellyfish, @seemaunbound, @susann-noir and everyone else who feels like participating. :)
I wasn’t tagged… but I do want to play
opening lines meme
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!
Oh man now I’m worried I have lame opening lines, let’s have a look shall we. Thanks @elephant-in-the-pride-parade for tagging me for a bit of fun! (And I love your opening bit from Tom in Eden’s Deception )
1. He sat brooding in the captain’s chair, his whole body dark and on the verge of forlorn.
2. Ensign Kashimuro Nozawa walked down the corridor with a bit too much spring in his step for zero-seven hundred hours.
3. The holodeck was the last place he expected to find her.
4. The high flow diesel pump was cold on her hands and Bahar lamented not putting on the knit gloves that were sitting uselessly on the passenger seat inside the cab.
5. The comm chimed and Kathryn Janeway pursed her lips knowing who it must be, final exam scores hadn’t even been posted and he was already trying to shake her down for the results.
6. The room felt wrong.
7. Everything was groggy.
8. Kathryn paced around her quarters for the millionth time, trying not to check the chronometer, every second passing was a moment lost.
9. The vast stretch of space ahead seems relatively calm, illusion or not, that is our state at the moment.
10. “I can’t believe you think boxing is more challenging than velocity!” reproached Captain Janeway, twisting her features up in mock indication, enjoying a bit of flirty banter with her gorgeous first officer.
11. Captain Kathryn Janeway was greeted by various members of her crew as she walked the halls of Voyager, her precise steps and command presence the epitome of a Starfleet Captain.
12. The grizzled old Starfleet Academy Dean was laying out the schedule for the term, detailing his expectations for each professor to have their syllabus and curriculum finalized by the end of the week, when a combadge chirped within the conference room.
13. “Cadet Trax and Cadet Russo, am I boring you with the importance of body language control when meeting new species?”
14. Chakotay handed Tuvok a phaser.
15. The room was dark and sweltering.
16. All throughout dinner he was more reserved than usual, he missed several opportunities to flirt with her and she was immediately worried something was wrong.
17. Kathryn was lying on her chaise lounge reading when she heard him enter.
18. “Lieutenant Tuvok to Captain Janeway. Please respond.”
19. The Commander entered sickbay at the end of his shift, his shoulders slumped and eyes desperately searching.
20. Captain Janeway responded to Admiral Nechayev’s question about yet another first contact situation in the Delta Quadrant.
Man I feel like my opening lines are a bit cringe when I stack them all together. Also two of them are way too similar . I seem to start a lot of them with the word the, so maybe I need to be more creative. I guess my favorites are 6, 9, and 19. Now I’m inspired to write better opening lines and go find the fics for some of the cool opening lines from other people.
