Do you think you'll do a fifth chapter to Oxytocin? It's really really good
Hello. Sooo ... there is no amazing answer to this question but the tentative answer is I would really like to so I will try. I know I am an absolute horror when it comes to updating. It's just that with the way my mind works sometimes .... whew, it's a jungle out there. So it's hard for me to commit to stuff sometimes. I would really like to at some point though. I want to finish all of my series' at some point. It's just a matter of when that is going to happen. It's also a struggle because my hyper fixations change so often that it's hard for me to keep writing about something I'm no longer as interested in. I will do my best and if I just really genuinely do not feel like I can I'll post an update with some details on how it would have played out so that you at least get some mild sense of closure. Hope this answers your question. Thanks for reading and I do hope you continue to do so.
Reacher is the strong, silent type when it comes to aftercare. He doesn't make a big to do about it. It's just a given. You are a special woman and you deserve to be taken care of. He'll go out and get you a glass of water and help you into the bathroom so you can clean up. He'll run you a bath or a shower if you want one. He'll leave you be for a while if you want as well. Although you never want that. There's something about being held in those big strong arms which soothes you more than anything else could. His warmth lulls you right to sleep every time as he silently encompasses you against his chest.
B = Body Part
Reacher's favorite body part on you is your hands. So soft and gentle. The way you touch him is mesmerizing. Feeling those hands trailing down his chest to the hem of his jeans, working them off so his cock can spring free. The moment that you take him in your hand his head is falling back against the back of the couch. A handjob from you is one of his favorite things. There's so much more those hands can do though. When you scratch your nails down his back as he thrusts into you. Watching you grip the sheets with fervor. Feeling you pull him impossibly closer to you. Running them up and down his chest as you both gasp for air, exhausted. Yeah, he absolutely adores your hands.
Reacher's favorite body part on himself is his ears. This may seem like an odd one but Reacher loves having the ability to hear. He never once takes it for granted. Not only is his hearing incredibly important when it comes to "work" but he also couldn't imagine waking up in the morning and not hearing you say his name. Your voice is like music to him, more meaningful than any crooning blues singer. And God, the way you sound when he fucks you. Your moans, your whimpers. They are addicting to him. If he finds that perfect spot he'll pound it raw just to hear you calling out his name on a broken moan of ecstasy.
C = Cum
Reacher prefers to cum inside of you although he wears a condom. With how dangerous it is just being Jack Reacher, he doesn't want to bring a baby into the world without knowing they'd be completely safe. However, he loves feeling you clench on him as you cum while he spills his load. Sometimes he does imagine the day when he gets to cum deep inside that sweet pussy and it makes him ache. When that's the case he takes off the condom and cums all over you or lets you swallow him so that he can still be connected to you in that way.
D = Dirty Secret
Once, and only once, Reacher left his phone recording by the bed while he fucked you. The recording was long and every minute was filled with your sweet moans, crying out his name in the sanctuary of your bedroom. The next day he went out for a run in a public park and popped in his earbuds before pressing play on the audio. He was only able to run for about 15 minutes before he had to make his way to a secluded tunnel to pull his cock out of his loose shorts. He jerked himself off right then and there as quickly as he could because there was no way he wasn't gonna get a hard-on listening to you, recalling all those pleasant memories. As soon as he was done he was overtaken with guilt and deleted the audio before running back home. However, he wonders if he should ask you to record some sexy audios just for him in order to satiate his lust when you're away from him.
E = Experience
Reacher knows what he's doing. I don't think he's been with a lot of women but the ones he has been with he's gotten a lot of experience with. He's not subtle at all about finding out what you want. He'll ask you directly what you want him to do and what will bring you the most pleasure. And he expects an answer. It's all for your own good, to bring you more pleasure than you thought possible. So you always tell him just what you want and he gives it to you without hesitation.
F = Favorite Position
Reacher really likes to piledrive you. Laying you down with your legs in the air along the edge of the bed, pounding into you from above. He's strong enough that he can last in that position for a decent amount of time and it reaches the deepest parts of you. Every time he seems to hit just a little deeper, surprising and delighting you at the feeling.
G = Goofy
Reacher isn't really goofy in the bedroom. He can be lighthearted and he doesn't take himself too seriously. However, he's not usually outright silly. If something were to go wrong he might let out a chuckle to ease you but otherwise he is very intense and passionate. He likes to be deep in the given moment without being drawn away.
H = Hair
Reacher keeps himself almost completely shaven and the few hairs he does have are very well trimmed. His previous military training keeps him well groomed and taken care of, both above and below the belt.
I = Intimacy
Reacher is incredibly intimate in the bedroom. He loves to be close to you, to show you how much he cares. He's better at showing then telling so he lets his actions speak. He lets the way he makes love to you tell you how much he loves you. That doesn't mean he can't be rough. Not every night is rose petals and candles. However it always comes from a place of needing you so badly that he can't slow down. He wants to make you feel as glorious as you make him feel every day. To let you experience blinding pleasure at his hands. He absolutely loves sharing that intimacy with you as often as he possibly can.
J = Jack-Off
Reacher does jack off but not very often. He just doesn't enjoy being distracted from the important things so when vivid images of you in increasingly compromising positions pops into his head he's never opposed to slipping away to take care of himself. He always prefers when it's your hands and he comes to you when he can but sometimes it isn't an option. When it's not, his hand is good enough.
K = Kinks
Reacher is a man that's used to being in charge. He likes to take charge of your pleasure just as much as he enjoys taking charge of a team of trained military specialists. He knows that you are completely safe with him and you know that as well so you don't hesitate when he gives you a command. You know that if he wants you to do something it's for your own pleasure. Besides being in control, he also enjoys receiving overstimulation. He's been trained to handle a lot and it's exciting to him to see what his body can handle. Not to mention, it's worth the pain to stay inside you so he can feel you convulse and shake after you've cum. Sometimes he'll stay inside and make you cum multiple times just so you'll clamp down on his cock over and over.
L = Location
Reacher likes taking you in the privacy of a bedroom for several reasons. He doesn't like others having their eyes on you and he's a big man who attracts a lot of attention. The likelihood of you getting caught in public is really high. Plus in the bedroom he has all the room he needs to spread you out and be comfortable while he's thrusting into you. It doesn't necessarily have to be your own bedroom. He's fucked you in hotel rooms plenty of times. And if the chance ever arose for him to fuck you in a stranger's bedroom he would definitely do it. However, most of the time you end up in your shared bed.
M = Motivation
Reacher loves when you say his name. Hearing you call him Jack sends him over the edge every time. As I elaborated above, the sounds you make are heavenly to him. Your voice is one of the sexiest things he's ever heard so to hear it calling his name is enough to make him cum on the spot. He is also a simple man so if you dress tantalizingly in front of him he won't be able to help himself. He'll have to take you right then and there. You know this of course and use it to your advantage from time to time. He enjoys knowing that you know just the kind of effect that you have on him. And trust me, it's a big effect.
N = No
Reacher doesn't like bondage at all. He loves having your hands all over him while he fucks you, feeling your nails digging into his back. So he would never tie you up. He would also never blindfold or put a gag in. We know how he feels about that voice but your eyes are just as important to him. Looking deep into them, peering into your soul as he makes his way ever deeper inside of you. He just wants all of you.
O = Oral
Reacher would rather get a handjob than a blowjob but that definitely doesn't mean he won't appreciate your talents. Anything you do is exquisite to him. He never forces you or asks you to suck his cock. However, when you're in the mood he enjoys letting you kneel between his legs and have your way with him, gagging and choking.
Reacher loves eating you out, God. He much prefers giving over receiving. He loves to hook your legs over his shoulders and dive in anytime that you crave it. He'll have you cumming over and over until your fingers are laced through his hair as you beg him to stop. The sounds that you make when his tongue is lapping at your clit is reason enough for him to eat you out morning, noon, and night. The way he looks between your legs is exquisite and the feeling, even better.
P = Pace
Reacher likes it hard and deep and slow. He'll hit all those tender spots deep inside over and over with deadly accuracy. He does like to speed up from time to time. It's not always the same but that's definitely his preferred way of fucking you. He likes to make sure he's filling you up as completely as possible. He wants to feel every inch of you wrapping around him and he wants you to feel his cock pumping in and out agonizingly slow. The intimacy aspect is so important to him.
Q = Quickie
Reacher would always rather take his time with you but he is definitely not opposed to quickies. If you're wearing something particularly revealing or if you dare to tease him, he'll have you packed up in the car quicker than you can think as he ushers you home to your bed. He'll take you in and strip you down, fuck you like his life depends on it, then smack you on the ass and walk you right back out the door. He loves to have you, no matter what the circumstances happen to be.
R = Risk
Reacher doesn't particularly like taking risks in the bedroom. Now, that's not to say that he doesn't like trying new things with you. He does like experimenting in a safe way. New positions, new toys, new kinks. However, if it's something that he even remotely thinks might hurt you or even make you uncomfortable he won't even consider it. He experiences risk every day and you are his safe space. The one area of his life where he doesn't have to worry. He wants to keep it that way.
S = Stamina
Reacher has great stamina. His military training has given him the ability to withstand a lot physically. I mean, come on. We all know the man can take a punch. It stands to reason that he can take hours of deep intense sexual passion. He won't go longer than you want to but he could go for hours if you asked. It's pretty easy for him to stay hard after he cums so there are definitely multiple rounds in your future.
T = Toys
Reacher does like using toys. He usually keeps it pretty simple. Little vibrators or dildos while he's warming you up. Sometimes he'll use them during the main event too. He just loves doing anything to make you feel incredible. If it brings you pleasure, he'll do it. He likes to suck your sweet clit while buzzing a vibrator between both of your holes. That puts both of you right on the edge from the start. He also likes to stretch you out with various sizes of dildos to help prepare you for him. Getting you nice and wet and ready as you cum on the toy for him.
U = Unfair
Reacher could never be unfair to you. He loves bringing you pleasure way too much to deny you. He isn't one to dangle an orgasm in front of you like a toy. He'll give it to you willingly, over and over again until you're satiated. He doesn't edge you or take advantage of you in that way. He wants you to experience blinding pleasure at his hands.
V = Volume
Reacher can actually be surprisingly loud. He's just not talkative. The moment he's inside of you he'll be grunting and groaning, letting those noises say all the words that he can't in those moments. He isn't one for dirty talk. Not because he can't or even that he doesn't like to. He just gets so lost in you that he can't think of a single thing to say. The word pussy-drunk comes to mind. However, those groans of satisfaction could be heard a county over. He's not afraid to let you (and the neighbors) hear just how much he loves your sweet pussy.
W = Wild Card
This is probably going to be such a lame wild card but Reacher loves you so much. That just felt so important to say. Everything he does is laced with love. He is a man of few words but the words he says are so meaningful. And what he doesn't say he makes up for in his actions. That's where a lot of this alphabet comes from. Just a place of such deep and profound love. I feel like once Reacher found the one he would do everything in his power to keep her close and safe at all times. He wants to make sure you know he loves you. From the way he smiles at you to the way his cock hits the back of your sweet cunt. He wants every movement, every action, to be made out of love.
X = X-Ray
Reacher is big. He's a big man with a big cock. Reacher is eight inches and thick. Almost as girthy around as a soda can. He's straight as an arrow with one thick pulsing vein running along the top. He has a fat mushroom head too so he really stretches you out in all the right ways.
Y = Yearning
Reacher has a good sex drive. He's not horny all the time but you definitely turn him on. Even when he's not in the mood, if you are he can get himself that way quick. However, if you're not feeling up for anything he'll be fine for a while without even needing to ask. However, he does believe you're one of the sexiest women he's ever seen.
Z = ZZZ
Reacher doesn't fall asleep right away. You usually do since that man knows how to exhaust you but he likes to stay up for a while and watch over you. He'll wrap you in his arms and simply let you rest there while he listens to your heartbeat. Sometimes, only sometimes, he'll talk to you. He knows that you're soundly asleep but he'll whisper to you. Tell you all the things that he can't say when you're awake. It's a peaceful and consistent routine that brings him some sense of peace.
Summary: Once you and Loki have clarified the terms of your arrangement, you find yourself with time to spare. You visit some old friends and begin to adjust to your new quarters. Soon enough you find yourself wondering if the Prince has forgotten about you.
Warnings: sexual language.
Word Count: 5,904
When you finally awoke the next day you were met with the same thick plush comforters as you had fallen asleep to. Perhaps you weren't dreaming. If that was the case, it was time to start getting a grip on reality. You had asked the Prince to teach you the intricacies of sex and he couldn't have been happier. You were simply awaiting his word and you'd be escorted to his chambers whether you were ready or not. If that was the case, best to make sure you were ready.
You pulled yourself upright and slid out of bed. Grabbing a thin robe and a towel from out of the closet you padded quietly to the bathing room which was adjacent to your room. The tub was already filled with warm liquid. You happily undressed and let yourself sink into the calm still waters, sending ripples out as you moved deeper. It felt nice to be cleansed of all the madness of the last few days. A thought crept into the back of your mind then. Besides, best to be clean in case the Prince calls on me. It could be any minute now. You rid yourself of the thought, instead focusing on the warmth surrounding your body. After a moment of calming your worries it was lovely.
Deciding not to indulge yourself for too long, you stood to your full height and patted yourself dry before slipping into your robe. The short walk back to the room cooled your skin, causing you to hurry as you found a suitable gown. That first day when you had awoken you opened the closet doors to find the racks filled abundantly with dresses made of fine silks and fabrics. Of course the royal seamstress had measured you whilst you slept so every piece fit perfectly. You had only worn your own simple dressing gowns, afraid to crease the beautifully woven fabric by putting it on. However, you knew now that it was important for you to look your best. One dress caught your eye. It was slightly more simple than the rest but still much grander than anything you owned. A vibrant blue with delicate lacework around the collar. You let it topple over your head, falling into place as if by magic. You turned to inspect yourself. Looking from the dress to your own simple face, you felt as if you were looking on a stranger.
Before you could think too deeply about it, you moved away towards the back wall. A large bookcase stood in front of you and you decided to inspect the volumes. There were books here for any type of whim you might have. There were large encyclopedias that contained the histories. Works of fiction in every genre. Books in other languages. You recognized a few to be Midgardian. Finally your eyes fell on one of only a few romance books on the shelf. You let your finger trace up the spine before pulling it down and looking at the cover. Perhaps it was your pending nuptials talking, or even more likely your meeting with the Prince, but it was this novel that had caught your eye.
Looking to the door as if you might be caught, you decided to pull back the covers and climb into bed. You thought of your gown a moment. Creases. No. Dresses like this were made to be worn and loved, not hidden in the closet. If it creases, I'll have it pressed. With a sigh of contentment you settled into the blanket, cracking open the first page. After such whirlwind days, getting lost in a story sounded like a luxury to you. You hadn't had time to read in so long.
It didn't take you long to become invested. Every page was gripping and the characters were delightful and lovable. After three straight hours of reading, you were falling in love with the idea of love. That's why the sharp knock at your door disappointed you so as you hid the book beneath your pillow and leapt to answer the door.
It was a guard, looking tall and official. He took note of your dress. You supposed it may be warranted. No one in the palace had ever seen you in anything other than servant's gowns. You wondered how the Prince might react to the change of dress. The Prince. Norns, that's why the guard was at the door. Prince Loki was ready to see you.
"I've come directly from Loki's chambers. He wishes to see you immediately." You give a less than confident nod and follow him down the corridor. You knew the walk would be short but it suddenly felt much shorter than the previous. As you had seen the night before, Prince Loki was unpredictable. Anything could be awaiting you inside. With a soothing breath, you thanked the guard and entered.
Upon looking thoroughly in the front room you could see Loki was not there. Your nerves began to rise. Was he not ready? Had the guard been wrong? Should you leave or stay? Trying to maintain some sense of confidence you called his name, albeit quietly.
"Mouse? Is that you? Follow my voice. I'm in the study." You did as he commanded, stepping towards a set of doors from which you heard the voice. Opening them you were met with dim lighting but a warm, rich smell. Every wall of the room was fitted with bookcases which were filled to each end with books. Just ahead of you in the center was a sizeable desk, at the other side of which sat Loki. His eyes were cast down as he scribbled something quickly down on paper.
Finally he looked up and as he did he could be described as nothing less than enchanted. His dark eyes roamed your form as he took all of you in, drunk on the sight of you. Seeing him so delighted made you smile as you felt yourself bolden enough to approach the desk.
"My, my, my. The once frightened mouse cleans up quite well. I was beginning to wonder when you might break in the dresses I had made for you. I'm quite pleased that you've chosen to wear one for me." With that, he gestures to the seat closest to you. You nod, moving swiftly and gently as you sit down adjacent to the Prince.
"Of course, My Prince. The dresses were a lovely gift. I apologize for having squandered them so insistently before." This made him smile.
"You're finally getting into the spirit of things, I see. Good. I urge you to indulge deeply in all things that give you pleasure. Whether that be fine gowns, or decadent desserts, or even the hot cock of a lustful god." At this the air was punched out of your lungs as a deep blush claimed your cheeks. Breathing deeply you tried to maintain your air of preparedness. "I see we still have some work to do. That's quite alright sweetling. I won't be throwing you into the deep end just yet." At this you felt an odd sense of relief. You had expected the trickster to take things quickly. Perhaps he had other plans in mind for you.
"You mentioned a plan. Is that what you wish to discuss, My Prince?"
"Yes, clever mouse. I scribbled down my thoughts to make them clear and I have a sound plan in mind which will ensure our success. First, I have solved the crisis of your living situation. Father wishes to have you placed in better housing with better pay. If I hire you as my personal concubine, you'll be moved to quarters which are much closer to mine and far nicer than your recovery room. It also comes with a salary far more handsome than what you receive as a maid. You'll have servants waiting on you hand and foot, a guard will be posted at your door day and night should you need anything. I also haven't had a concubine in some time so the quarters will be clean and free for you to use as you see fit. This is also important because I can call you to my chambers at anytime I'm ready for a lesson. How does this sound to you so far? Don't be afraid to tell me if you're dissatisfied. We are partners in this now, after all." You took the dizzying information to heart, processing everything he had laid before you. The god was well known for his intellect and you could see why. He had thought of every possible factor in just a night.
"What will happen once Ragnar and I are married? If I remain your concubine, I fear he might think me disloyal to him."
"I've thought of this as well. Once you're married, you'll go to live with him so you'll no longer have need of housing. And I can arrange to have you demoted to my personal handmaiden. It's less pay than a concubine but still greater than what you were making as a maid."
"You've thought of everything it seems. I have faith in your mind. I can agree to these terms if you feel this is for the best."
"Good. With the technicalities settled, we can discuss the curriculum. I won't go into great detail on this matter since I'd like to leave a bit of mystery to our meetings. However, I'd like you to have some idea of how I intend to teach you. You have three months until the wedding which gives us twelve weeks. Therefore we will have twelve lessons. In each one I'll teach you something different. Each lesson, when combined, will help offer you an endless variety of ways to tantalize your husband-to-be. However, don't think I will have only your husband's pleasure in mind. I intend to show you how to please a god. Surely anything that is good enough for me will please your husband immensely. So I will require that you listen well and obey me when I give you a command. Does that sound like something you can do?"
"Yes, My Prince." You found yourself saying, as if it were bursting forth from some deep well of confidence inside of you.
"There's a spark of enthusiasm. I'm glad to see it, pet. I'll give you a command now and we'll see if you can follow orders. Anytime we are in this room alone, you will call me Loki. No more formalities."
"Yes, Loki." You said, hiding the tremble in your voice. With poise he lifted himself from the chair and strode around the desk, resting against the edge so that his feet were inches from yours.
"Good. You listen well. I'm going to have fun with you." The next moment he was leaning down to your ear, hands gripping the arms of the chair so you were fenced in. "It will bring me endless pleasure to hear you calling my name into the quiet night as I take you."
The heat which normally would have risen to your cheeks instead lowered and settled in the pit of your stomach. The warmth of his breath on your ear made you shudder and for a brief moment you found yourself wondering if twelve lessons would be enough. Before you could think too deeply, he straightened again with a smile.
"I think that will be all for now, dear. I'll call for you when I'm ready for our first lesson. My guards will move you to your new quarters by end of day." Once again you found yourself shattered, having been led to believe a second time that he would take you then and there. "There are those sweet doe eyes again. Perhaps your first lesson needs to be in ... anticipation. Don't worry sweetling. All in good time."
With that, you knew you must leave with grace. Bowing your head to him you made your way for the door. Before exiting the study you found one last scrap of confidence and turned over your shoulder.
"I look forward to our next meeting, Loki." Then you were gone before you could stop to see his reaction. If you had you would have noticed the devious smile on his lips and the glimmer of lust in his eyes.
Once you were in the safety of the recovery room you decided to distract yourself immediately with work. It wasn't long before you realized, however, that there wasn't much here to pack. Most of your belongings still remained in the maid's quarters, where you had lived only a week ago. Since you would be away for an extended time you decided it best to go there and retrieve the rest of your things. It was as good a distraction as any, you reasoned before looking to the small bag which contained the only items you'd found in your newer room. Before picking it up you uncovered the novel from under your pillow and stuffed it in the bag as well. With all your things on one shoulder you left the recovery room behind, heading down the many steps which led to the maid's quarters. It felt strange walking the once familiar paths in the light of all that had happened this week.
Once you reached the bottom of the steps it was only a short walk to your old room. You could hear chatter from various rooms as you passed, smiling as you recognized several of the voices. It felt like it had been ages since you had seen any of your friends here. However, you felt it best to retrieve your things first. You knew you might get caught talking far too long and you weren't sure when the guards would be retrieving you. Finally arriving at your door, you checked the knob and found it open. Upon opening it you quickly realized that you were not alone. At the foot of the bed sat one of your closest friends in the maid's quarters, Amalie. She was hugging your pillow tightly, as if taking in your scent. It took a moment but when she finally turned and saw you her faced drained of all color. The pillow tumbled to the floor as she stood suddenly. She looked you up and down thoroughly for a moment before pulling you in for a gripping hug. Though you found yourself confused by her reaction, all you could do was hold her in return until she finally released you from her weakening arms.
"Y/N. I can't believe you're alive." She gasped.
"What do you mean by that? Of course I'm alive. Did someone tell you I had passed?" A single tear began to fall from the girl's eye and you felt a twinge of sorrow for her. "I am eternally sorry that you had been led to believe I was no longer alive. I can assure you I am well." After gathering herself for a minute, Amalie sat on the edge of the bed.
"I am very glad to see it. No one told us of your death but from what we could gather it seemed the most likely explanation. One of the others heard a guard talking of what happened in the throne room. That you had risked your life for the Prince and been injured. When you didn't come back we feared the worst. However, today the Prince had your things gathered from your room and taken elsewhere. That's when we were sure. I've been here since they left." As she said this you glanced up around the room and saw that it was in fact empty of all your belongings. Loki most certainly did work fast. Silently you thanked him as you had been dreading the trips you would have had to make up and down the steps to move all of your things. Moving to sit beside her, you took one of her hands into your own.
"Sweet Amalie. Seeing you mourn my death reminds me only of what a true friend you are. You certainly deserve to hear what transpired."
"Yes, please. I've been driven mad with worry."
"It's true that I saved Prince Loki's life by putting mine in jeopardy. I heard of a plot to kill him and I knew I must do something. When the assassin was about to put an arrow through him I pushed him out of the way and was struck. When I next awoke I was in a royal recovery room being treated at the Prince's expense. He came to see me personally to show me his gratitude. He has given me new living quarters and a new job with a raised salary in appreciation. That is why I have not returned. I have been awaiting my new chambers."
"How wonderful! You are truly a sweet spirit and you deserve to be treated with such generosity. What is the new job you were given?" You knew you could not tell the whole truth. The Prince had given you the title of concubine so you felt this was the best explanation.
"The Crown Prince Loki has chosen me for his personal concubine."
"His-- Why, Y/N! The Prince must truly be grateful to show you such honor as allowing you to be company in his own bed."
"I suppose. It's all happened so quickly, I hardly know what to think as of yet. However, I am saddened that we will not work together."
"Please, don't think of such things. This is a responsibility which you must take on. None of us will hate you for it. If anything I am elated. If any of us should get to experience a night with royalty, I am glad it's you." She leans over and hugs you again, much more gently this time.
"Your words touch me. I will enjoy each night with abandon. For all of our sakes." This makes her laugh and you join in as well.
"Wait! The others! They don't know that you're alive! We have to tell them! Come, quickly!" She pulled you up from the bed by your hand, leading you into the main hall. Leaving you in the doorway she ran all the way down, banging on doors and shouting as she went. "It's Y/N! Get out here! It's Y/N! She's alive! Come out! She's here!"
As she did so, doors began to slowly open before girls emerged. Once the first one locked eyes on you she came rushing out which prompted more to follow until the entire hall of maids was crowded around you. The ones close enough to latch onto you did so and the ones behind held them and so on, each girl sending their love through one another to you. You were overwhelmed by the scene. Even the girls who didn't know you well held on as if they had been close to you for years. Soon enough the hall erupted into chatter as they began asking you questions, searching for answers to their obvious confusion over the situation. You could hardly focus with so many voices however one stood out to you amongst the others.
"Alright, shoo. This one must prepare herself for the Prince. If she bids me to share I'll explain it all to you later. But let's not overwhelm the girl after she so valiantly risked her life only a week ago now."
Her hand was back in yours as she led you into your old room again and shut the door. With a reprieve from the noise you slinked down into the bed, taking a breath as you tried to steady your mind.
"I'm sorry. I should have known they would have swarmed you like that. Most of them aren't well known for their subtlety."
"It's quite alright. It was nice to see they missed me so."
"Of course we did. Here, I'll go speak with them if you find it best and you can stay in here alone for as long as you need, alright?"
"Yes. Thank you, friend." She gave you a nod before leaving, shutting the door behind her. There was the sound of shuffling feet as she no doubt moved them further from your door so you may have peace.
Looking around the empty room properly for the first time, you felt a twinge of sadness. You hadn't taken time to process that you would likely never live in this hall again. Loki was right. Once you were wed to Ragnar, you would go to live with him. And if you were serving as personal handmaiden to the Prince you would likely never work with these girls again. You knew it wasn't all bad. You were moving on to very grand and exciting things. However, you would be lying if you said you wouldn't miss the antics down here in the maid's quarters.
Gathering yourself you finally stepped out into the hall. As soon as you did the others looked your way and approached you again, much more cautiously this time. "Come. Let's sneak down to the kitchen one last time to see if the chef has anything he wishes to share." Said one of your old friends, grabbing you by the arm. You let her lead you to the kitchen as a few others followed. You knew the chef would certainly refuse if you all crowded in. However, you were sure you could take back enough spoils to share. The kitchen door creaked open as you and the three other girls walked in, finding the kitchen in a bit of a lull as it wasn't quite dinner yet lunch had since passed.
"Chef Anders! It seems we may have caught you at an ideal time." Mused one of the girls as you all found a place to settle in while you charmed the chef for some of his food and wine if you were lucky.
"Hello, girls." He said in an exaggerated tone. However, when his eyes landed on you he straightened slightly. "Y/N. Miss Y/N. Apologies. I didn't suppose I'd see you with these scoundrels again. I have my orders directly from Prince Loki to see to it you have anything your heart desires. If you come seeking food, I have more than enough to spare." At this, the other girls began to giggle. They had never been in such a position before though you were beginning to get used to it.
"Well, thank you for your kindness. I don't suppose--" You stopped yourself. Perhaps it was too soon to begin abusing your powers in such a way. However, the Prince had told you that you would have anything you desired. And right now you desired one last fine meal with your old compatriots. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to ask. "I'd quite like a nice meal with good company before I'm seen to my new chambers. Would it be too troublesome to send us back enough for the others as well?" You asked with as much respect as possible.
"For you, no task is too troublesome. I'll see to it immediately."
"I am ever grateful. Please, we need only fruits, cheeses, bread. Only that which you have more than enough to share. We don't wish to empty your entire food stores." The head chef nodded before setting about finding things. The four of you chittered to each other, sharing in the excitement of your newfound power. Soon enough the chef as well as his cooks were returning with four baskets filled with various foods, most of which you were certain the other girls had never tasted. A fifth cook joined, carrying a case of fine Asgardian wine.
"A basket for each of you to carry. Tor will accompany you with the wine. There is enough here for you all to be merry and have your fill."
"Chef Anders, this is far too much. Two will suffice, I assure you."
"Take it. If not for yourselves, take it as a sign of my gratitude. While there are evidently some who may not feel the same, I have devoted my life to the royal family. By saving any one of them, you have done me and all of Asgard a great service. This is the least I could do."
"Well ... thank you. I merely did as you would have done." The two of you shared a silent moment of respect before you and the girls as well as Tor headed back to the maid's quarters. Once you entered, the rest of the girls fell silent. The food was moved along the hall and the wine placed in your doorway. You thanked Tor and he saw himself out. The moment he was gone, the hall erupted into cheers and laughter. Girls began passing around what was in the baskets. The wine was fetched as well and shared among everyone. The hallway was lined with young maids scattered about the floor, chatting and celebrating your return. Even though you knew it would be brief.
You helped yourself to some cheese and bread. You wished for the others to share in the more extravagant items since you knew you'd be getting your fill of it soon enough. You enjoyed a single cup of wine which was sweet and fragrant, warming you only slightly.
However, the festivities had only just begun before a pair of guards came through the main doors. Everyone stopped, fearing that they had been caught. However, you knew why they were here. You stood and approached them, showing they need not speak for you to understand why you were being called. "May I have a moment?" You asked them simply. They both nodded and headed back out the door.
"Do not fear, girls. They are only here to retrieve me." You saw a few slump in relief. "I just want to say how lovely it's been seeing you all again. I'm not sure when I'll next find myself in your company but know that I will miss you all dearly." Before you could continue they were all jumping up and rushing to hug you once again. You didn't let them linger this time, however, knowing it would only make you more sad. "Please, do not feel sad. Accept these gifts and continue your celebrations. You work quite hard and deserve the reward."
With that, you turned for the door and left before you could say anything else. You found yourself heavy in thought when you had arrived at your new quarters. They were certainly close to Loki's chambers. It would only be a brisk walk there should you have need. Now that you were at your destination, the guards took their place beside the large double doors where you were sure they would always remain. You pushed the doors open, shutting them behind you.
Once you were able to take in the room, you were left speechless. These were some of the most glorious rooms you'd ever seen. Of course they did not compare to Loki's chambers but they were still breathtakingly beautiful. Everything was colored in cream and pearl and white and pink. The light which streamed in through the large windows illuminated the room and gave it a touch of ethereal energy. There was a foyer as you entered. To the left was your private bath. The tub was easily large enough to fit five people and there was every health and beauty product known to man adorning the large opal counters. Back to the right was your bedroom. There was a four poster bed in the middle of the room with light pink curtains draping around it. A vanity, a couch, and several large bookcases also took up space throughout the room. You began to realize as you looked around that all your personal things were here as well. Each item you would have wished to bring with you was in its own special place. This certainly wasn't turning out to be a bad arrangement, you thought.
As you begin to think about settling in with your novel you realized you had left your bag down in the maid's quarters. Cursing yourself, you made your way back to the double doors. Upon seeing you the two guards stood at attention. "Is anything wrong, my lady?"
"No. I've just forgotten a bag of my things in the maid's quarters."
"It will be brought to you immediately then."
"It's quite alright, I can fetch it myself."
"Please, allow one of us to retrieve it. It's not proper or becoming for a lady of your status to concern herself with such menial things." He told you to which you simply nodded, closing the door again.
A lady of your status? This all suddenly felt strange to you again as you processed his words. If you weren't met to be doing menial things, then what should you be doing? What would they consider to be important? Would you be allowed to leave the room? You suddenly felt nervous again as you sat on the sofa which was just inside the foyer. As you put your head in a hand there was a knock at the door.
On the other side was the guard with your bag. "My, you do work quick. Thank you. I appreciate this." He nods before standing back at his post. You enter and move into the bedroom, pulling the novel from your bag and settling into the large bed. You spent hours like that, long into the night until you felt sleep begging to take you.
The days and nights that followed felt eternal. With absolutely no idea when Loki would be seeking you out, you found yourself at a loss. You had never had so much free time at your disposal. When you performed your duties as a maid there was always much work to be done. You hardly ever had a quiet moment to yourself and now that was all you had. It felt strange. You tried to think a moment. Tried imagining that you had been doing this all your life. The world now seemed to be your oyster since the Prince had ordered that you would have anything you wished for. So ... what should you wish for?
The first day of waiting was spent in agony. You allowed yourself to sleep late, a luxury you hadn't often indulged in. When you finally dragged yourself out of bed you found yourself doing nothing but examining your suites quite thoroughly. That took up several hours. You curled up in bed with your novel most of the day after that until you found yourself dangerously close to the end. You sent for small simple meals throughout the day and by the time you saw the sun creep out of view, you were laying your head against the pillow with haste and praying that tomorrow would not be so grievously dull.
Your prayers remained unanswered as you twittered away your second day. The third day was much of the same. Your glorious chambers felt as if they were beginning to confine you. And you felt your faith in the Prince waver. If only for a moment. Perhaps he had forgotten you were here? Or what if this was not so important to him as he had let on? You felt foolish and naĆÆve and nervous about your predicament. What else should you expect? He was a god and you were only a simple maid. Why should he extend himself for you? He had already treated you so kindly with all of this and here you were, sneering at his gratitude once again. In that moment you knew it was all in your perception of things. With determination you laid your head to rest, promising yourself that tomorrow would be a different day.
When you arose, you sprung from the bed with renewed energy. You made quick work of undressing and drawing yourself a bath. You knew you needed to clean yourself. Not only would it make you feel rejuvenated but since you were now the Prince's concubine you knew you must be ready for him at any moment he saw fit to call for you.
You were only in the tub for as long as necessary before drying yourself and skipping across the foyer to your room. You found yourself opening the large wardrobe as you looked for something to wear. Every gown was lovely and fine, you wished you could wear them all. However, you knew you would have time for that. That's when you saw the perfect dress. It's dark emerald shine called to you as your mind wandered to Loki. Pulling it out, you slipped it on and found once again that it fit perfectly. Inspecting your appearance in the mirror you found that you quite favored yourself in green.
From there, you made your way into the foyer. There was a large writing desk near the windows along the back wall, on top of which was your journal. Brandishing a fountain pen, you opened the book. With a thoughtful gaze out the window you pondered how best to summarize what had happened since you'd last written to her.
Dear Ingrid,
In the whirlwind dream that I now call my life, I have lost my head. Forgive the gap in my correspondences. So much has changed in such a short time and I can scarcely find a way to describe it all. I find that I need you now more than ever, if only to tell you everything that has happened. I will send a guard for you at an opportune time to bring you to my chambers. We will discuss everything then.
Signed, Y/N
With the letter finished, you ripped the page out and folded it neatly. The front doors were only a short distance away and you flung them open. As you did so you were met by a guard with an arm raised as if he were about to knock on your door. You both stopped upon seeing each other. "Forgive me. I was coming to ask that this letter be delivered to Ingrid in the stables. Did you have some business here?"
"Yes, my lady. Orders from Prince Loki. He would like to see you immediately." As nervous as this made you, a bolt of excitement shot up your spine. You nodded to the guard, handing him the letter. You watched him pass it off to the other guard at your door with clear instructions on where to take it and who to give it to. With that, the two of you were charging ahead towards Loki's chambers. Once at the threshold you stepped inside as you had done on more than one occasion now. Inside the foyer, you found Prince Loki lounging quite happily on a sofa with an arm dangling down towards the floor.
As if clarifying your presence you began to approach him, closing the large gap between you in a short time. Once you were at the edge of the table which sat in front of the sofa you stopped, wondering if you should go all the way. Before you could decide, he stood suddenly and was inches away from you in mere seconds. His breath was warm on your cheek and his hand lightly brushed against yours.
"Welcome, little mouse. It's time for your first lesson."
Summary: You are a maid living in the palace on Asgard. When you hear of a plot to kill Prince Loki you know something must be done. After saving his life he offers you a wish in return. After struggling with your decision, you come to Loki with an interesting proposal.
Warnings: some violence, some blood.
Word Count: 5,012
A/N: I do not know much about actual Asgardian traditions and folklore based in Norwegian mythology. I'm kind of just making this up as I go along lol. So please don't study technicalities too closely.
Dear Ingrid,
I'm at my wits end, dear one. I am plagued by worries. Now that my brother has sealed the marriage license, Ragnar and I have only three months until our wedding. Not only did I not agree to this marriage but now I am being driven mad with anxieties about the match.
He is a palace guard. Surely he knows much about love. However I find myself defenseless at the thought of romance. Perhaps he will make a fine husband and will one day make me happy. However, I know this can only be if I please him in turn. How can I ever hope to do that when I don't know the first thing about lovemaking.
I need a tutor. One who can guide me through the delicate act of intercourse. If only such a thing were real. I would spend every coin I had to know the things which I do not. Perhaps I might find a book in the palace archives about such carnal acts. That may be a good place to start. I only wish you were still here with me in the palace my friend. I'm happy to see you working so closely to animals in the stables. But I do miss you dearly. Especially in times such as--
Heavy footfalls caught your attention as you picked up your pen, looking down the long corridor. Just as you were about to set about finishing your letter, two burly men appeared from around the corner up ahead. You were currently stationed at a small writing desk which was just around the corner from the back tunnels which led to the kitchen. It was a quiet place where you could write to your friend in peace. In fact, before today you had never seen anyone use these passages. Despite there being plenty of walking room, the two men marched in the middle of the hallway where they would surely cross paths with you. Before you could think to move, the man closest to you caught the back of your chair in a large fist and set it off balance. You wobbled for a moment before finding your footing again.
"Watch it, scullery maid." He spat gruffly over his shoulder before the two men vanished around a corner. Something about them was odd to you. Asgardian soldiers, while tough, were often kind. The clear act of disrespect did not ring true for a man of Asgardian honor. The urge to stay seated was strong but you found your curiosity was stronger. Shutting your journal, you crept off in the direction the two men had gone. It didn't take long to find them since they lumbered quite slowly under the weight of their armor. You kept around corners and in shadow as you followed their silent march to who knew where.
They were running out of places to go, you thought as you noticed where you had ended up. It was a crude escape route which let out into the throne room. It was hidden behind the King's throne, which was impressively large. What business would these men have there?
They stopped before the exit, fidgeting with their armor. You stood behind, around a dark corner. With their backs turned you were able to try and get a better look. They wore classic Asgardian armor like the rest of the palace soldiers. That's when you saw it. Their capes were fastened incorrectly. As if by clumsy hands that didn't know the proper uniform etiquette. These men weren't Asgardians. That's when you knew your bad feeling had turned into something dangerous. They talked quietly but you were close enough to hear.
"Alright, you remember the plan?"
"Do I-- Bloody hell, yes I remember the plan. I sneak in and subdue the prince, then I spear him through the neck. It's not fucking hard."
At this you threw a hand over your mouth. Assassins.
"It's about time someone showed that cocky little raven headed prick that a Jotunn does not belong on the throne of Asgard."
They were plotting against Prince Loki. You couldn't wait to hear anymore. If you, a maid, had any chance of saving your Prince you had to act fast. You knew a passage that would lead out into the throne room so you beelined there. At this point you had absolutely no plan. You just knew you had to get the prince away from his throne before those bloodthirsty men got to him first. Soon enough you found yourself at the grand doors which would lead you into the throne room. With a steadying breath, you pushed them open.
You had expected the room to be filled wall to wall with politicians and nobility, allowing you to slip in unnoticed. However you were offered no such grace. It was empty, save for the royal family on their thrones. All eyes were suddenly on you. To burst into the throne room unannounced certainly would mean death for you. But if it meant your life for the Prince's then you'd happily make the sacrifice.
His was the first form you assessed. His chin had been propped in the palm of his hand until you'd come into the room. At the disturbance he perked up, a smile gracing his lips as if he was thrilled by the disruption. His eyes didn't leave you for a moment, studying you hungrily. Who was this delightful mischief maker, come to relieve his endless boredom? Your eyes however darted nervously to the side of his throne, keeping an eye out for his unwelcome guests.
Running down the center aisle until you were standing before the throne, you fell to your knees in humility. "What brings a young maid before me with no summons?" Boomed the Allfather.
"Husband, lower your tone. Look at the poor thing. She's frightened. Hear what she has to say." He seemed reluctant but eventually spoke.
"If Frigga commands it, so do I. Tell us, girl, what your business is here. Pray that it pleases me." You took a calming breath.
"Forgive me, O Great King, for this unacceptable breach of tradition. I sit humbly at your feet today because--" Before you could continue, you could almost swear you heard the latch on the secret entrance clicking behind the King's throne. You were running out of time.
"Because what, child? My patience is growing thin."
"Because ... I have come to seek Loki's blessing."
This made all of them perk up in curiosity. It must have been a long time since Loki was asked for a blessing with the way they all peered back at you incredulously. Then the Allfather shifted in his seat, adjusting his robes as if he had made a decision.
"Trickery, which I'm sure has been plotted by the Trickster himself. I suggest you go, girl. Before I find myself in an unforgiving mood."
"No, please--"
"I didn't plan this father." Loki interrupted you, speaking up for the first time. His voice was like warm honey to your ears. "Frankly, I'm quite curious what else the little mouse has to say." The two stared each other down for a moment before the Prince once again took the lead. "Why do you seek my blessing child?" He leaned forward on his elbows, as if he were on the edge of his seat awaiting your response.
"If it pleases you, My Prince, this is one request which I should wish to remain private. Thus I wish to share it with you privately." Everyone in the room focused their attention on Loki, whose expression gave no indication of what he might be thinking. The moment felt eternal before he finally stood and strode across the room until he was standing just in front of you, only inches away. As he leaned down to whisper in your ear you caught a glimpse of his throne. Just beside it you saw one of the men from earlier with a compact crossbow aimed at the Prince's back. This was the moment. Just as the arrow was unleashed from the bow, you pushed the Prince aside just in time for it to find its home in your shoulder rather than his back. It stung like Hel but you knew Loki was safe. You had done your duty.
Everything around you began to happen rapidly, plunging your mind into a dizzying frenzy. Guards emerged from the hall, the royals were off their thrones and rushing to Loki's side, the assassins were being whisked away to what would surely be a painful death. And all the while Loki stayed by your side, keeping you still and looking deeply into your eyes. Whatever happened now, it was worth it.
Time had passed. Of that you were sure. How much time had passed, however, remained a mystery. The room around you was empty. And quite large, you noted. This recovery room was easily three times the size of your personal quarters. You were awestruck by the ornate gold fixtures on the walls and the plush deep comforter which laid atop you. This was much grander treatment than you'd ever been given.
As if on cue, a healer came rushing in from the double doors. "You're awake. I hope you slept well. How are you feeling?"
"Confused. How long have I been sleeping?"
"Don't worry. You've only been asleep a day. With an arrow in your shoulder, I'm surprised you didn't sleep longer." You looked to where the arrow had been and saw nothing but a bandage stained red. It didn't hurt at the moment though you were sure it would soon enough. While you would have gladly given your life, you were still grateful for the miracles of Asgardian medicine.
"You seem to have done a good job of repairing me."
"Of course. Each healer is highly skilled and trained in their craft. Of course Prince Loki made sure that you received extra special care."
"He did?" You gaped. Royalty had never treated you special before.
"Absolutely. No expense spared for the girl that saved the Crown Prince's life." You nodded, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the praise. You had only done what any Asgardian would. There was no reason why you should receive better treatment because you were simply following your sense of duty. "Speaking of the Crown Prince, he wished to be the first to know if you woke up. I've already sent a messenger to his rooms. Expect to see him shortly." With that nerve wracking news, the healer saw herself out. You wished she had at least closed the door on her way out. Now every noise in the hallway set your nerves alight. You decided it was best to just shut your eyes and try to rest a bit more before the Prince was to arrive.
Those ideas were quickly squandered as the sound of very precise heeled boots entered your chamber. Cracking one eye open you saw the silhouette of the Trickster God in the doorway. My, he moved fast. You opened both eyes fully and let yourself take him in. He was dressed quite simply now though he still had a cape flowing behind him in a dark emerald billow. He took slow calculated steps as he approached your side, eyes never once leaving yours. Your breath left your chest as, for the first time, you realized that you were in the ever closer presence of royalty. Your entire life you'd never been in the same room as royalty despite working in the palace. Now the Crown Prince was at your bedside, hand tenderly retrieving yours.
"I am elated that you are awake. I was afraid things might turn for the worse. Yet you are strong. You fought well my little mouse. You should feel proud. You've done your ancestors well." You could do nothing more than nod, transfixed by his deep gaze. "How are you faring?"
"I've only just woken up but I feel no pain as of yet."
"Good. I can make sure the healers help keep it that way." You winced. You were about to do yet another stupid thing. Refuse the Prince.
"Please don't do that, my Prince. There are many others more deserving of the healers' help. You truly honor me by treating me so nobly but I will be fine on my own. I assure you, I am no hero."
"But you are, sweetling. You saved my life today. You, a humble maid, saved the life of a god. If you think you dishonor me by treating it as a proud accomplishment I assure you that will not be the case. In fact, I would like to show you just how truly grateful I am."
"All of this has been more than enough. Really."
"I'm afraid that while I fully intended to reward you regardless, tradition dictates you must receive the proper honor for your actions. Each royal family member must designate to you, a gift. One they feel is worthy of the act of saving my life." You couldn't help the groan that escaped your throat. This whole thing had started out of service to the royal family. Now they wished to serve you? You couldn't let this be. "That is why I've come here. To designate to you mine, the most important gift." You squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze, unsure of what he was about to bequeath you. "To you I give ... a wish. Anything your heart desires, you may wish for it and I will make it so. Absolutely anything you desire. If you take my hand, the deal will be sealed with magic and I must concede to any wish you make."
"No. No, I'm sorry my Prince but this is far too much. I could never accept something like this. It wouldn't be right."
"Your humility in the throne room made me feel as though you'd say that. So I discussed things with my father. He is willing to forgo the proper tradition. Under one condition. You cannot refuse his gift ... or my gift. But that's only half of the gifts you were meant to receive. Can you accept this compromise? I can assure you that my Mother's gift would be sickeningly extravagant." He teased with a smile.
You hesitated. This level of kindness was unlike anything you'd ever received. Why was a god pouring so much into you, a simple girl? After a moment, you knew you had no choice. So you nodded.
"I need your words and your hand, or else this magic means nothing." You lifted your hand to meet his, taking his grip firmly.
"Yes. I accept the wish." With this, a brilliant green light snaked between your arms as if binding you before disappearing as quickly as it had come. You blinked for a moment, unsure of what to say now. "The Allfather ... has he decided upon a gift yet?"
"He has and he bade me tell you. He would like to promote you to a higher paying rank with a better set of living quarters. He feels that one who is such a true asset to the royal family should live as grandly as she wishes." You nod in resignation. For a moment, you look around the room and imagine that they were your own personal living quarters. It didn't seem so terrible when you looked at it that way.
"Now, little mouse. What is it you wish?"
"You want me to name it right now?" You asked frantically.
"Calm down," He laughed. "If you need time to decide, of course I would be happy to grant you that. However, I should warn you ... as much high respect as I hold you in, I am still a prince and a god. I will not be made to wait forever." You nodded your understanding.
"Of course, My Prince. If I may, I have a journal which got misplaced before this endeavor. I had started a letter to a friend in it. If this notebook were able to be retrieved so that I may finish my letter, I will make a decision as soon as I've heard from her. I'm afraid I'm sorely in need of advice on this matter. It isn't often I'm given a wish like this."
"Consider it done. Just tell me its location and I'll have it brought to you as quickly as possible. This friend, where does she live?"
"The palace, My Prince. We used to work together as maids before she was promoted to stable hand. Her quarters are by the stables."
"Excellent. I'll be expecting a speedy response then." With that, he stood and began to make his exit. However before he could completely disappear, he turned back to you. "If I may give my own advice ... I know a 'royal wish' seems frightfully intimidating. If I were you, I'd just think of what is most important to you. Then think of how you can accomplish this goal. That way you can make your wish as effective and meaningful as possible. Just make sure it's something that you want. You more than deserve it." Then he was gone.
Sweat beaded at your forehead as the adrenaline of having a candid conversation with the dark prince coursed through you. However the cool air calmed you down soon enough. With a heavy mind you began to contemplate what you might wish for. If better pay and living quarters was already taken care of, you were unsure of what else you might wish for. There wasn't much you truly desired.
Just as you were about to run yourself rampant an attendant arrived at your door with the journal and a fountain pen. "Thank you." You bid him well before hurriedly cracking open the page you had left off on.
By the Norns, what a day this has been! Before I could even finish my penstroke a couple of men crossed my path. Men with plans to assassinate the Crown Prince Loki. Through what I can only describe as equal parts bravery and stupidity, I tracked them down and saved the Prince's life while injuring myself in the process!
I now write this from the grand recovery room. I do so wish to indulge you in every detail but I've been put on a dreadful timeline. For saving his life the Prince has granted me a wish. He said that anything I desire will be mine. He expects a response quickly but I could not decide without your wisdom. Please ... I have nothing to wish for. Help me on this matter my dear friend. I will eagerly await your reply.
Signed, Y/N
Folding the paper haphazardly, you called out for a healer who would deliver the message to the right people. Once it was out of your hands you nearly collapsed from exhaustion. You had been through a wave of every intense emotion one could possibly feel in just a few short hours. You needed rest now more than ever. Knowing that it was out of your hands until receiving her reply, you decided to get some rest while the medicine made it easy for you to fall asleep.
"By all the gods, please. Show me the right path." You called into the night before tucking yourself in and falling into a dreamless sleep.
A few days later you received a knock on your door. You had fully recovered by now but they had left you in the recovery room until a new chamber could be found for you. In only a few short days you had already become more accustomed to a grander lifestyle. However you felt yourself shrink into that tiny maid again upon hearing the knock. There were only two things it could be. A messenger with news from Ingrid. Or Prince Loki, having grown impatient and ready to hear your final answer. With a shaky hand you opened the door. It was a messenger. Joyous day, you thought.
He handed you the letter. You thanked him wholly and closed the door, tearing the letter open as you sat on the edge of the bed.
Dearest Y/N,
Such excitement! Of course I miss the biggest event of the year while brushing manes. You ask for my advice on this but if you read your last letter in it's entirety, you've already answered your own question.
The thing which plagues your mind above all else; your impending wedding night. You've just earned a royal wish from the god most well known for his sexual prowess. Ask him to tutor you! While he may find you brazen, that's the worst result that could come of the request! If he must fulfill the wish, then I say this is your opportunity to know that which you do not. Please keep me appraised of the situation. I will look expectantly and impatiently for your next letter.
Signed, Ingrid
As soon as your eyes finished scanning the words you were utterly dumbfounded. What exactly was she suggesting? No, it was quite clear what she was suggesting. There was no way in Hel you could ask for sexual lessons from the God of Mischief himself. He was a god. He would not lay with such a low creature as yourself. In fact, you were sure he would laugh at the idea. But then again, he had said he would honor the request no matter what it was. And Ingrid was right. Loki's ... skills weren't exactly a well hidden secret. You had heard he actually quite enjoyed corrupting an innocent thing like yourself in the ways of desire. Maybe it was the best thing you could wish for. You fought with yourself endlessly as you tried to think of something, anything else. The thought alone made your cheeks heat.
So many wishes in all the nine realms, and this is what you had come to? You felt as though something better waited out there for you. However, Ingrid's little idea stuck far more than you had hoped. With a deep sigh, you opened the door to your room. There was a guard stationed there at all times, per Loki's request. "Please tell the Crown Prince Loki that I've decided on my wish." You told him to which he nodded and immediately marched in the opposite direction towards the Prince's chambers. Every second you spent waiting was like agony. You paced and read and slammed your head into a pillow but still you waited. After an hour and a half a guard finally knocked at your door, telling you that Loki was ready to see you now.
With a deep breath and a brush of your skirt, you followed the tall man across the palace to the threshold of the Prince's chambers. The walk was much quicker than you'd expected which hadn't allowed you much time to breathe. Thus with a head of scrambled thoughts you entered, ready to acquire your wish from the Prince.
"Nice to see you again, mouse. I apologize for the delay. I was stuck in a fruitless debate with my father. However, I'm delighted to see you've come to a decision. Sit." He gestured to the sofa beside him which looked deep and lush. You obliged, taking in the sight of his royal chambers as you did so. Corner to corner, the room was exquisite. Gold plating and fixtures, surrounded by velvety green curtains and furniture. If you had thought the recovery room was large, it was nothing in comparison. The room you stood in now was only the front room of many. The walk seemed miles long. Once you were sat snugly beside him, you finally took a much needed breath.
"Still nervous, I see. Perhaps it would make you feel better to make your wish now, without hesitation. Get this weight off your shoulders and the hard part will be over. What is it you wish, pet?"
"I can't believe I'm going to ask this," You mumbled under your breath. "You see, my Prince, I am to be wed in three months' time. Yet I know nothing of what it means to be a proper wife. How to properly please my husband. I'm sure you know that your reputation exceeds you when it comes to certain ... skills. I'd like for you to show me what you know so that I may collect my own knowledge to please my husband with." You were absolutely certain that the god's lip would be turned up into a disgusted sneer. However the expression you found upon looking at him was quite different. Rather than repulsion you saw genuine delight and curiosity, a playful fire lighting his eyes.
"My, my. Such sweet proper words for such a ... filthy request."
"I'm sorry, My Prince. You're right. I don't know what made me so bold. I never should have asked for something so clearly inappropriate. Not that I wouldn't like to-- you know what I-- you're very handsome is all I mean. I'm afraid I've made such a mess of this. Perhaps I shouldn't have made the wish at all. I'll see myself ou--"
"Enough!" Loki's thundering voice filled the chamber, giving you your first real glimpse of fear by his hand. You sat back down and held your gaze on your lap. However he was quick to stop you, drawing your chin up to look back into his eyes. "I'm sorry to raise my voice, sweetling, but you've become frantic. Are you afraid that I am displeased? I can assure you it is quite the opposite. As you've so boldly pointed out, I'm quite well known for my talents. How do you think I acquired such talents in the first place? With the help of bold little morsels such as yourself. It would be an honor to pass on my legacy of pleasure to one less experienced in its ways. Besides ... you yourself are not by any means an undesirable prize. If I might be so bold myself, you are one of the fairest I've laid eyes on in several moons. It will be a treat to unravel you bit by bit before dressing you back up all nice and sending you off to pleasure your husband."
"Really, My Prince? This doesn't upset you?"
"Far from it. I consider myself quite up to the challenge." Seeing the enjoyment in his eyes made a small smile creep to your own lips. You weren't sure if you were happy this was happening or if you were just grateful to have the answers. Was some part of this because he was so handsome? Was it because he was the prince? Right now, you couldn't make out what you were feeling. All you could do was breathe.
"I must say, I expected this conversation to turn out quite differently. Forgive me if I seem shocked or lost for words. Only a few days ago was my first time sharing the same air as one of royal blood. Now, the Crown Prince himself says he'd be delighted to give me such intimate lessons. I hardly know what to think. My thoughts are a mess."
"My first piece of advice; stop thinking. You're so caught up in thinking about the future and the past that you can't see the moment right in front of you. It's passing you by. Just breathe and stay here with me, in this moment." You did as he instructed and took a cleansing breath. This time your breathing somehow made you feel ... lighter. After a moment, Loki continued. "That very much applies to your sexual encounters as well. If you are invested in each moment as it comes, everything will feel new and exciting. If you can show your husband how engaged you are with him, you'll have him wrapped around your finger. Then he'll be willing to invest in you as well. Like a well fitted puzzle. And with my help, you'll do so with ease mouse."
"I certainly don't doubt you. Your words alone-- I can tell you know of what you speak. I just hope that I am up for the challenge myself."
"Whether you see it or not, you've got a fire inside you dear. Just waiting to burst forth. I have a feeling you'll see it too. Soon enough." The man began to lean forward slowly before placing a small peck on your cheek. The intimate display of affection made you blush deeply. "What a pretty sight. Already blushing for me. I can't wait until the lessons start. Perhaps you should see yourself out now. I feel as though I may forget to be a gentleman if you linger."
"Oh." You blurted, confused by this. You were sure that he had already begun his lesson and yet he was asking you to leave. You blushed harder but it wasn't pleasant as before. It burned like shame.
"Don't seem so downcast, little mouse. You asked me to teach you and I do have a scholarly way about me. I'd like to formulate a curriculum and a plan for making this work successfully. I'll send for you once I'm ready to begin properly. Until then, think dirty thoughts for me pet." He gave you a dashing wink which was your clear cue to hustle back to the recovery room. Every step made your body feel more and more like lead. By the time you were in your room you had just enough strength to collapse on top of the comforter. You didn't even bother moving as you shut your eyes and let sleep take you.
The past several days had seemed like a blur. You never would have imagined in your wildest dreams that you'd be awaiting luxurious quarters in the comfiest bed you'd ever slept in after striking a magic sex deal with the God of Mischief. If you ever said it aloud you would burst into laughter. It was all so fantastical. So far beyond belief. You were sure the next time you awoke it would all prove to be a dream.
Summary: You finally have your first lesson with Loki and he shows you how he wants things to be done. You also visit with a close friend.
Warnings: SMUT, sexual language, use of magic, reader orgasm.
Word Count: 5,415
Loki's cool, soft hand was taking yours and leading you over to the sofa. As he sat you joined him, your knees both facing inward so they were touching. His hand still held yours for a moment, turning it over as if inspecting it while trailing over your skin with a single finger.
"You tremble, mouse," He began quietly. "I can understand where you might be nervous but if this is to continue, I need you to find some sense of comfort. If you do not trust me completely, then I cannot in good faith do as I truly wish with you. I told you that I would not throw you into the deep end so quickly. Have faith in your Prince." You nodded for a moment, taking a breath to steady yourself.
"I understand. I apologize. This all still seems so new to me. I'm sure you may have gathered but I'm a bit inclined towards nervousness. I am trying to find my courage, My Pr-- Loki. So I may be bold for you."
"Sweetling, you've already been bold for me. You came to me with the most intimate and grand of wishes without fear. The hard part is over. Everything from here on out is meant to be fun. So please, if I may make a wish of you ... try to enjoy yourself. I promise that if you give in I can show you pleasures that you never even knew existed."
"Then I give myself over to you. My pleasure is in your skilled hands."
"It pleases me to hear such things. If you continue with such thinking, I believe you will excel in your first lesson. I'm sure by now you'd quite like to know what I have in mind." You didn't need to speak for him to know he was right. "For tonight, I shall teach you how to speak."
"Forgive me but you wish to teach me something I already know?"
"Patience. Your mind moves so quickly. I intend for these lessons to move slowly. So that you may find comfort and so that you will be well prepared for me in mind, body, and soul when I am ready to have you. You will soon learn that everything I do has a purpose."
"Yes, Loki." You said simply, opening yourself up to his words.
"Good girl." He purred. The sound made you stir and you were unable to stop the blush that rose to your cheeks. He lifted a hand to feel your heated skin. "This is what I wish to teach you. I believe my silver tongue has proven by now that words alone can be enough to make you feel heated and wet. If you learn how to use them to your advantage, you can bend your husband to your every whim."
"I know for certain I am learning from the best."
"That you are, dear." He gave you a small wink and you felt the urge to roll your eyes at him. When you looked back he was standing up and you felt your brow crinkle. "Have you eaten?" He asked, turning to you.
"No. I had only awoken a short time before you called for me."
"Good, neither have I. Let us share breakfast." He had already begun making his way for the door before you could respond. He opened it and you could hear him asking the guard to have the breakfast brought to the dining table in his bedroom. The guard gave his confirmation and headed off in the direction of the kitchens.
"Thank you. That was not necessary."
"Nonsense. I've dragged you in here without a proper meal to begin your day. I know my reputation in the maid's quarters may be fearsome but I assure you my mother raised me to be, first and foremost, a gentleman." He strode back over to the sofa and sat beside you again. "Besides, it is not only your body that I wish to know. Your mind is now mine to explore. I plan on extracting every hopeful dream and dark fantasy that you have hidden away."
"I am open for your exploration. Anything you wish to know, I will share. I'm not sure if you will find anything interesting among the stories of my life but know that they are yours if you wish for them."
"Oh, Y/N. I do not concern myself with uninteresting people. I would not have put nearly so much thought into this if I was not intrigued by you. So do not worry yourself with catching my interest. Only be true and open with me. That is all that I require of you."
"Yes, Loki." You held his gaze.
"You're learning quickly. I suspect we'll have a moment before our meal arrives. Tell me of your life. I want a thorough picture."
"Right. A thorough picture. Well, I was raised by my father until I was in my teenage years. My older brother Nikolai also lived with us. My mother was a maid in the palace so we did not see her often. We own a tavern in the southern region of Asgard. When I was still a teenager my father fell ill and passed soon after. Ownership of the tavern was given to my brother who took over in raising me. He became a good, strong man. I love him with all my heart. After I had grown into a woman, my brother and I learned of my mother's passing. We were both called to the palace to take her body. While we were there I was asked to take my mother's place in the maid's quarters. They gave me a month of grieving before I was brought into the palace to begin my duties. I have been here working ever since. I suppose those are the basics."
"How long has it been since you've seen your brother?"
"Quite some time. In the beginning of my stay here I was able to see him more. However, as I proved to be a strong worker my duties were increased and ever since I haven't had the time to leave the palace."
"My apologies. If anything our strong workers should be rewarded with time to see their families. Not punished with more tasks."
"It's quite alright. I understand that things must be this way. There are many things that must be done in a palace like this. I have always taken my duties very seriously and I am honored to work for the royal family as my mother did. I know some believe it to be a corrupt system. However, I have been taught only devotion my entire life."
"I can only hope you maintain such loyalty. Now that you have been placed in the lion's den I fear you may see Asgard for what it truly is."
"That may be so but I suspect with the guidance of the prince, I may still be able to navigate these undiscovered waters."
"I do sense an intellect in you which will serve you well here. If you continue to trust your instincts you may one day find yourself in higher favors. Perhaps a handmaiden is not all you can hope to be."
"Such thoughts are far from my mind still. I have never entertained them before now. It may take time to warm up to such grand ideas."
A knock suddenly turned both your attentions to the door. Loki excused himself. There was a guard there informing him that your food had been brought to his bedroom. Excusing the man back to his post, Loki shut the door behind him. "Would you care to join me?"
You stood, letting him lead the way to a set of doors in the back of the foyer. Upon entering you saw the room was bathed in light from the large windows covering the far wall. They opened up onto a connected balcony which gave a full and glorious view of Asgard. The four poster bed could have easily fit five people. The frame was dark black wood and green velvet drapes fell from the canopy. There were bookcases all around the room as well as a sofa and writing desk. The dining table was close to the door. The rich smells coming from it drew your eye there as you took in the spread. Anything you may have wished for was there, enough to have your fill. You had only ever dreamed of such decadent meals and you were feeling less shameful about wishing to indulge in it. Loki gestured to the seat closest to you, prompting you to sit down before he did the same.
The moment you sat your eye was drawn to the window where a flock of brilliantly colored birds flew by, sending a hint of a breeze through the open windows. You noted the width of the balcony and how lovely the sun looked and the view and the fresh air.
"Tell me what you're thinking of, pet." Loki spoke up, bringing you back to reality. He wore a sly smile as he noticed your distraction.
"I'm wondering if it might be too troublesome for us to move and eat out on the balcony. It seems so lovely and peaceful out there."
"I think it's a wonderful idea. However, I want you tell me properly. You are the Crown Prince's personal concubine now. You must learn to get what you want with confidence. Of course outside these quarters you must never instruct me or any of my family to do anything. However, in these private moments you may feel you can work on being bold. Now, tell me again what you wish for. Do not be apologetic about it. Tell me proudly what you want done."
"I'd like us to move to the balcony. I wish to eat there."
"Good. It is done." Within a moment Loki was gone and back again with a pair of guards who effortlessly lifted the table and situated it out on the balcony where you had the best view. They also moved your chairs before saluting and heading back to their posts.
With a small smile you walked outside, a cool breeze catching in your hair. Loki had already seated himself and you moved to join him. "Feel free to tuck in. I made sure you would have plenty of options."
"It all looks so wonderful." You complimented, already picking from plate to plate as you filled up your own. There was a sweet smelling juice a deep pink color which you took a sip of. As the two of you began to eat he continued asking you questions. You answered when you weren't enjoying your meal, sharing with him things about your life. He asked you about living and working in a tavern. You regaled him with stories of the patrons there and how many fun times you had shared with them. You confessed the difficulties you had in such a quick paced environment when you were so mild mannered.
The conversation eventually turned to talk of your husband and the arranged marriage between you. Your brother had been good friends with Ragnar since the man had helped him keep contact with your mother. Since your brother was your only caretaker and still several years your senior, he had offered your hand in marriage to the man. Nikolai explained that Ragnar would always protect you when he could not and that he made a fair wage and would keep you in comfort. You had allowed him to do it and the deal had been sealed.
"So, you've never met this Ragnar then?"
"No. We aren't set to meet until the week before our wedding."
"Why such a late meeting?"
"I asked for it to be this way. I know it seems odd for me not to wish to know the man before our wedding. However I am to spend a lifetime getting to know him. What if I find out I don't like him and then I'm only stuck with him that much longer? Or what if I tire of hearing him speak too soon? I felt it would be better like this."
"Concerns I'm sure all brides of arranged marriages share."
"Perhaps. Still I feel foolish for being so resistant."
"Yet you'd go to all this trouble for your future husband's sake."
"I still wish to be a good wife. If we are to be together forever then I want to make sure I can perform my duties to the best of my ability."
"Spoken like a woman of true honor." His eyes were curious as he watched you finish a small pastry on your plate, looking away. "Tell me. What is there to look forward to about this unwanted match?"
"I suppose I don't know. I don't know much about the man."
"There seems to be one thing you've put quite a bit of thought into."
"You're right. I do look forward to the wedding night." You said, realizing that it was really all you'd thought about since learning of the impending marriage. You wanted it to be perfect. Of course you weren't a virgin. Ragnar knew this when accepting your hand. However, you still lacked any worthwhile experience. "I believe that even if I do find him dull or tiresome I may find a bit of happiness in the marriage if I am able to find some physical pleasure in him."
"I can understand the philosophy. It isn't a bad one to take." He was silent for a moment as he studied you, eyes locked onto yours. "When you think of it, what do you imagine your wedding night to be like?"
"Romantic. Gentle, I suppose. Rose petals, some candles maybe." At this the Prince's face scrunched up in mock disgust.
"What kind of an answer is that, mouse? No, I absolutely refuse to accept that as a response. Come here." You looked back in confusion and he stood, walking over to help you up. "Come stand here."
He led you over to the edge of the balcony, away from the table. He placed your hands on the stone banister, causing you to face outward toward the city. He stood just behind you out of sight, far enough that you could not feel him. You didn't dare to look back. Instead you faced out and took in the view of Asgard, extravagant before you.
"We're going to try again. I want you to picture going to bed with your husband for the first time. Close your eyes if it helps. Then tell me what you see. Be earnest. Dig deep and discover what you truly want to experience. Don't just give me adjectives. Describe it in detail."
You close your eyes and take a moment to conjure up the image in your mind. You see yourself but you can't picture your husband. Not having a face to imagine you have no choice but to put Loki in his place. There in a small dark bedroom is you and the Prince, facing each other. "I see us together. There's a fire but it's still too dark to really make each other out. He uses his hands in place of his eyes. He touches my body so that he may know me. I do the same, letting my hands roam up and down his torso, over his hips. Back up his sides to his shoulders, his face. I can't ignore the feeling of his hands on my breasts. Even through the fabric of my dress he's found my nipples. He pinches them lightly so they stand at attention as he steals my mouth with a kiss. He's demanding, sliding his tongue over my own." You stop for a moment, not opening your eyes or turning around. Just taking a deep and silent breath. "Am I doing this right, Loki?"
"Yes, don't stop. What happens next?"
"He undresses me and I help him undress as well. He moves me to the bed and lays me back against the pillows. His body is warm and firm against mine. He begins to kiss my neck, using his teeth to leave tender marks there. As he does his fingers begin exploring further down. He finds my sweet pussy and opens me with his fingers. My clit aches and as if he senses this he begins to circle it lightly at first. Then harder and harder. Until I'm squirming. He moves down my slit until he's prodding me open with his fingers. Pushing inside me." You can't help but realize that you're beginning to pant as you see the image clearly in your head. A warmth is growing in the pit of your stomach as you speak, making you wish that you could find relief.
"I bet your cunt takes his fingers well. Opening you up as he massages your walls until you're begging for more. Will you beg me for more when I do the same to you, I wonder? What next?"
"Next," You feel your voice beginning to waver. "He would know that I was slick and ready for him. However, just in case he leans down between my legs and licks up and down my tender slit. My clit would get a moment of special attention as he sucks it into his mouth eagerly. I imagine he would also trail down and tongue inside of my hole, lapping my sweet juices out before pulling away. He would spit all over my pussy so that I would be slick enough to fit all of him."
"Such naughty words, sweetling. Do you like the idea of being so filthy? If you find pleasure in my spit lubing your pussy I will certainly keep it in mind for later." You were beginning to get hot as the sun beat down on you and as his words went straight to your core.
"It does please me. To know that I am ready for his cock. He would line himself up before teasing me by rubbing up against my clit, sliding up and down but never quite entering. Only when I begin to beg does he slip inside me. Stretching me open, making me moan."
"How does he fuck you? Is it slowly, tenderly? Rough and hard?"
"Slow at first. He wants to feel every inch of me wrapping around him for the first time. Then when he can't wait a moment more he would pound in, fast and deep. His hips would slap into mine with vigor as he growls and pants in my ear, telling me how good I feel. Declaring how perfect I am as he pounds me into the mattress."
"So you do like it rough then? I had an inkling that you might."
"Please." You found yourself blurting out. The sound of his nonchalance only made you feel needier, as if he couldn't sense what all of this was doing to you. You had never spent time so deeply in such thoughts and it was causing you to ache fiercely. "May I touch myself? Please, Loki. I feel as if I'm about to burst. I need relief."
"Such a good girl, asking so boldly." He made his presence known for a brief moment as he brushed the hair away from your neck so he could see your rising blush. "You may not touch yourself. Not yet. That is a lesson for another day." You nearly slumped in distraught. "Don't fret, sweet girl. I am not as cruel a god as you may think. I will offer you the relief you seek. But only on my terms. Keep telling me what happens. You will get your ending soon enough, I promise."
You took a breath before continuing. "His mouth would be on my nipples as he fucked me, using his tongue and his teeth to keep them hard. I would feel emptyheaded as I allowed myself to give into the pleasure." Suddenly you felt a pressure on your clit. You gasped, opening your eyes briefly to see what was touching you. There was nothing there yet the friction you felt against your clit was distinct.
"Keep going or I will stop."
"Yes, Loki." You said as the pressure stopped briefly, as though he were proving we wasn't lying. "He would grab my hips and leave bruises there, pulling me onto him effortlessly." Once you continued you felt the rubbing sensation against your clit more rapidly this time, making you moan. "He would begin to get frantic. A hand would find my throat, gripping tightly as he gets closer to cumming inside me."
"Oh? Like this?" As he spoke Loki took a step forward and wrapped a light hand around your throat. He tightened his grip slightly and you couldn't hold back the moan that escaped you. "You do like that." Your throat was all he touched as his magic continued applying constant pressure to your ever more sensitive clit. "Don't stop now, pet."
"He makes me look deep in his eyes with his hand on my throat and his cock inside me. His thrusts get sharper and sloppy as he gets closer and he-- and he-- oh, I'm cumming. Loki!" You hold onto the banister tightly and feel the god's other arm hold you upright, keeping you from toppling under the weight of your orgasm as the magic overtook you. Gasping and panting you opened your eyes after a moment, regaining your mind as you gathered yourself slightly.
"Wonderfully done. I couldn't be more proud. You've passed your first lesson with flying colors." Loki whispered in your ear, still holding you as you found your footing. Once you were steady enough to stand on your own he ushered you back inside, allowing you to sit on the edge of the bed a moment. "Now, I'd like to see you keep applying this to our other lessons. Continue using your knowledge to enhance each experience. You did very well and I'm quite anxious to see what else that dirty mind can come up with." He gave you a wink before helping you up and escorting you to the foyer. "I feel terribly to rush you out like this but I have some important matters to see to. Remember what you learned today. Don't be afraid to ask for what you want. Anything you desire will be yours so feel free to do as you wish. I know you haven't left your chambers since you arrived. Please, explore the palace. There are many interesting things to see. Take up a hobby that fascinates you. Go visit your friends. You may even travel into the city if you wish. I want you to be comfortable and find fun in living here." You nod at his sincerity, thanking him for this.
"I will do so. I've actually arranged for a friend to visit me soon."
"Good. Enjoy her company. I do not want you to feel alone in your ivory tower." With this he leaned down and gave you a light kiss on the cheek before opening the door for you. You saw yourself out and the guard to your right promptly marched ahead of you, leading the way to your quarters. Once you were back inside you ran in to your bed, letting yourself collapse as your mind swam with thoughts.
Despite all of your nerves you were very aware of the fact that you had enjoyed yourself immensely. Of course you would have liked to see him for more than a couple short hours but you knew that this was only the first meeting of many with more lessons in store.
The next day you awoke early and made arrangements for Ingrid to come visit you at your chambers. The Prince's words had revitalized you, making you insistent upon seeing her. You gave the first guard direct instructions on where she was to be found. The second guard you asked to have breakfast brought from the kitchen to your rooms.
They both did so promptly and within a few moments you realized a new set of guards had been posted there to keep you safe. Very vigilant, you noted. Within the hour there was food in your room and Ingrid was being escorted inside. Upon seeing her you smiled brightly. She looked as she always did. Two thick blonde braids laid over her shoulders. A dusting of freckles adorned her nose and her smile was brilliant and beautiful. You both embraced for a long moment, realizing how long it had been since you'd met face to face.
"It's so good to see you, my friend." You began.
"Likewise, dear one. Regretfully I cannot stay long. There is much work to be done in the stables today. However, let us rejoice and be merry for as long as we can at this grand life you have stumbled on."
"Indeed. I had breakfast brought up for us if you have an appetite."
"Certainly. I wouldn't turn down palace food regardless." At this you both shared a chuckle before sitting down and filling your plates. As you both began to eat gleefully you told her everything that had happened since you last wrote to her. About the deal you had struck with Loki and your new promotion. You showed her around your new chambers and she gawked at the beautiful amenities you were given.
"These rooms are glorious. You really get to stay until your wedding?"
"Yes, at the request of the royal family."
"Speaking of the royal family, have you spoken with the Prince recently? How long does he make you wait for these lessons?"
"I actually just saw him yesterday." At this, she perked and gave you a curious yet mischievous look. She gave a mock huff of impatience.
"Well? How was it? Tell me everything." You paused a moment as you began to think how to describe your first lesson with Loki.
"It was ... strange. Yet I found I enjoyed myself very much."
"Is he truly as big as they say?" She blurts out.
"Ingrid! Some decorum, please. To be honest with you, I am unsure yet. He has chosen to take things slowly. Yesterday we did nothing but speak. Nevertheless, I did enjoy the time I spent with him."
"Well, good. At least you're enjoying yourself." She said with a smile before turning back to the clock. "Damn. I've run out of time. I'm afraid I really must be getting back. This was fun though. Perhaps we can try to do these things more often. Now that you're no longer a maid maybe you could help me get out of a few of my chores."
Your rolled your eyes at her wink before showing her to the door and closing it behind her. You knew the guards would escort her safely back to the stables so you moved back into the bedroom.
With Ingrid gone you found yourself, once again, wondering how to fill the time. Loki had been clear before you left. Anything you desired. Perhaps the guards could have something brought up for entertainment. However, you did note that the silence was what had begun to bother you the most. These large rooms were filled day and night with nothing but the buzzing thoughts in your own head. You recalled his words. Explore the palace. Take up a hobby that fascinates you. Go visit your friends. A hobby that fascinates you. That's when you finally knew, for the first time, what to ask for.
You made your way into the hall to give your instructions to the guards. They listened carefully before giving their confirmation and setting out to see it done. You thanked them both as they left and went back into your rooms, patiently awaiting your new toy.
Within a few hours the guards had come and went as you occupied yourself in the bedroom, not wishing to get in their way as they worked. When you finally heard the double doors close you walked out into the foyer, taking in the sight of the grand piano sitting amongst the furniture. The guards had rearranged things so that the room still felt uncluttered, like the piano had always been there.
You admired its design, looking over its sleek surface as you sat down at the bench. Your fingers hovered over the keys as you thought of how to begin. Setting your hand down in the middle you tinkled out a short and simple melody that your mother had played for you on one of your childhood visits to the palace. Beyond that you realized that you did not know quite how to play. You wondered how you might go about learning if you had no instructor nor a book to glean from.
Perhaps the royal archives held a book on playing the piano. You decided that you'd spent long enough cooped up in this room and you needed to stretch your legs anyways. Moving for the door, you exited out into the hallway and stopped the guards as they tried to follow you. "You may remain at your post. I've found myself in need of some fresh air so I thought I'd run this little errand on my own."
They both nodded before staying put, allowing you to walk in the direction of the archives. This journey had taken longer than you thought it would. From the maid's quarters, it was only a short distance from the archives. However, it had now been nearly ten minutes of walking and you still weren't there. After a few more sharp turns, you recognized the torches which lit the path down into the stores of books below. You pushed open the doors to the archives and were met with a quiet scene. There was a single curator at the front desk. The rest of the expansive room seemed empty though.
"Hello," You whispered as you approached the desk. "I'm looking for any volumes you might have that instruct how to play piano."
"Of course. If you go to my left and follow the shelves all the way to the back corner, you'll find a few copies there to choose from."
"Thank you." You told him before heading in the direction he had told you. It wasn't long before you had found the books on music, filing through each one to find what you were seeking. Finally you pulled out a book with detailed steps for how to learn piano as well as songs that you could play as you learned. You looked through a few others, judging which of them you should take. Deciding on the first, you slipped the others back onto the shelf and turned around to make your way back up to the front desk. However as you did you were met with a wall of muscle, trapping you in near the bookshelf.
You looked up the man's form to his face and were shocked with what you found. "Crown Prince Thor?" You gasped in absolute shock.
"Yes, please keep your voice down. I have come here seeking you. I wish for us to have a private word in my rooms. I will take you there."
With that he turned on his heel and began marching for the entrance of the archives. You were suddenly wracked with nerves as you followed squeamishly, only stopping to check out your book. The Prince walked fast and you found it hard to keep up. As you jogged along behind you went through every possible scenario in your head that might play out in his chambers. You had absolutely no idea what the god could possibly have in mind for you there. Why would he possibly have need to call on you? You were Loki's concubine. You had thought you would never see Thor in your life yet here he was.
You realized all too soon that you had arrived at his chambers. He pushed open one of the big double doors and gestured to you. "Please, after you." You looked from him to the inside of his room. You had no idea what you were about to get yourself into. Yet you knew as Thor blocked your path that you had no choice but to enter. So, with one deep breath, you did so as Thor followed and locked the door.
Summary:Ā While looking for a new research assistant Egon finds you, a parapsychologist whose always wanted to be a Ghostbuster. Little did you both know that there would be a lot more than research and ghostbusting that would bring the two of you together.
Warnings: Suspense, injuries (reader), fluff.
When you woke up that morning you had a dreadful headache. You werenāt sure if it was from stress or if perhaps you were having a sympathy hangover. Needless to say, you didnāt feel very well at all. Turning over to pick up the phone, you dial Rayās number. Something told you that if you were to call Egon he would shower you in apologies and frankly, you just didnāt want to deal with that now.
āMorning Ray. Iām sorry to do this but Iām not feeling good today. I was hoping I might be able to rest and come in tomorrow.āĀ
āOh my gosh, of course! Whatever you need.āĀ
āThanks. Iāll see you tomorrow.ā He affirms the same and you hang up. Now that you donāt have to go into work you honestly feel a million times better. You suppose it might have just been the anxiety of having to face Egon after the previous nightās debacle.Ā
After what felt like hours of laying in bed you finally decide to get up and make some kind of breakfast. A bowl of cereal sounds like the most appetizing thing so you make one for yourself and sit at the kitchen table. For most of the day you take up residence in front of the TV, watching whatever is on. When a Ghostbusters commercial comes on, you flip the channel. You couldnāt even look at him.Ā
Just as you were about to lay down, there was a sharp knock at the door. Your brow furrows as you check the peep hole. Oh. My. God. It was Egon. You cursed, taking a breath before opening the door.
āEgon. Hi.ā You say.Ā
āGood afternoon, Y/N. May I come in?ā Why the hell not at this point?
āSure.ā You open the door up further, letting the man into the living room. He stands there for a moment, taking in his surroundings.
āThis is a lovely apartment.ā He compliments.Ā
āThank you.ā You cross your arms.Ā āUm. Why are you here?āĀ
āWell, Ray told me that you were sick and I know of a place that makes an excellent chicken noodle soup so I thought Iād bring you some.ā Of course. Of course he had to barge into your apartment and act like the sweetest, kindest, and most gentle man ever. You could just beat your fists against his chest with how much love you felt.Ā
āOh, thank you. Thatās very sweet of you.ā You took the bowl of soup from him, jogging into the kitchen to put it in the fridge.Ā
āWell, itās the least I could do.ā The air hung heavy with the implications of the night before. Here we go.Ā āY/N, Iām very sorry about what happened yesterday. When Ray told me you werenāt going to be at work, I was afraid it was because of last night. I know I was terribly out of line. I donāt drink. Ever. It was uncalled for.āĀ
āLook, Egon. No apology needed.āĀ
āNow, Y/N--ā You stop him.Ā
āYou really donāt need to say sorry. Iām not mad, I promise. In fact, I think in some way I kind of understand why you did it.āĀ
āYou do?ā This caused him to seem nervous.Ā
āYes, I do. Thereās nothing wrong with the way youāre feeling. I just wish you would talk to me about it instead of getting drunk on a Monday night!ā The man stood there, lost in thought for a moment.Ā
āHow do you know what Iām feeling?ā Was what he managed to say. You couldnāt help but laugh at the way he beat around the bush.
āGod, Egon. I mean, you are something else. Really. How do you think I know how you feel?ā You waited briefly for a response and when you didnāt get one you continued.Ā āBecause I feel the same way about you!ā As hard as it was, you were getting closer to the truth.
āHow can you know I feel the same?ā Now you were frustrated.Ā
āI donāt! Why do you think IāmĀ āsickā today? Because I couldnāt stand the thought of another day of this! Of you not telling me how you feel, of not just being honest with yourself about the fact that you like me! And maybe Iām wrong. Maybe you donāt feel the same way. If that were the case, well-- Jesus, I donāt know which one is worse. Realizing you donāt care at all or knowing you do and you still not acting on it.ā Egon was taken aback by your outburst, unsure of what to say next. So you continued.Ā āDonāt you think it just eats me up inside to know that I could have you, truly have you the way I want, but youāre just out of reach? Youāre keeping yourself distanced.āĀ
āStop.ā He said softly but you couldnāt. Not now.Ā
āDo I really need to be the one to say it? I like you Egon!āĀ
āY/N, stop.āĀ
āI like you more than Iāve ever liked anybody and Iām tired of hiding it!āĀ
āPlease.āĀ
āI am in love with Egon Spengler! I--ā Before you could finish your statement he was gripping your arms tightly, pulling your body flush against his own, and kissing you. Deeply. Passionately. Exactly how youād dreamt it. Surely a dream was all this was. However, you could feel every sensation. The warmth of his lips, the strength of his hands, his skin on yours. His breath on your face as he pulled away. You were silent, eyes closed. His voice roused you from your trance.Ā
āY/N, donāt you dare think that I donāt love you.ā God, that sounded so good coming from him.Ā āIāve loved you from nearly the first moment I met you. I think about you every second of every day. I think about you when youāre with me, I think about you when youāre gone. Thatās terrifying for me. You know that my brain is my biggest asset. To have it consumed with you is difficult for me. Iāve been trying to learn how to deal with that. Iām a genius in many ways but not with this kind of thing. Iāve wanted to blurt it out for weeks now but I just ... canāt. Iām not brave like you. But I do want you too.āĀ
The two of you stood there in stunned silence, realizing what had just happened. You had both just said it. It was finally out there in the world, the fact that you loved each other. Now there was no taking it back as much as some part of you wanted to. The deed was done. The only thing left was ... what should you two do about it?
āOkay. I love you. You love me. You just kissed me. Weāve done the confession bit. Now what?ā You inquire. He looks down at his feet.
āWell, the best course of action would be for us to go on a date.āĀ Ā
āI agree.āĀ
āHow about Friday at 8pm? I can come pick you up.āĀ
āThat sounds lovely.āĀ
āWould you like to organize the evening or should I surprise you?ā
āSurprise me.ā You said with a smile.Ā
āAlright then. Iāll see you Friday at 8.āĀ
āWell, actually youāll see me at work tomorrow. And the next day. And then date time.ā You correct him, unsure of what the week would be like in anticipation of your date with Egon Spengler.Ā
āRight. Of course.ā He really wasnāt kidding about not being able to think around you. It endeared your heart to him even more.Ā
āWell, thank you for stopping by.āĀ
āThank you for having me.ā With that you escorted him to the door, ready to lie down for a while and think about the afternoonās events. However, just as you were about to close the door his foot lodged in the threshold, effectively stopping you. With one strong hand he pushed the door open again and took a few steps back inside.Ā
Then he was kissing you again. Just as passionately as before. One hand found your cheek and the other rested on your hip as he pulled you as close as humanly possible, his lips soft on yours. When he finally pulled away it was like the first time all over again. You were breathless, eyes closed as you lost yourself in the moment.Ā
āIām sorry. I couldnāt leave without doing that one more time.āĀ
āNo apology needed.ā You echo your earlier statement. He gives you one last longing look while carressing your cheek and then heās out the door. You close it behind him, pressing your back up against it as you contemplated everything that had just occurred. You finally knew his real feelings. He had told them to you. He had said it right to your face and you had acted like he said those kinds of things every day. God, you felt like an idiot. It was the best moment of your life and you hadnāt even handled that correctly. You would have to make a better impression on your date. However, he did say that he liked you. He hadnāt given any stipulations, he just said that he liked you. Exactly for who you are. That was the shining beacon of hope that you clung to as you climbed into bed, falling asleep fairly quickly.
Much to your surprise, it was Friday before you knew it. You had been looking forward to it all week but you couldnāt admit that to Egon. Instead you simply went about business as usual. It wasnāt completely the same though. You noticed that he moved a bit closer to you as you worked together. He would do everything in his power to make contact with you as the two of you worked. It was very endearing to you, finding his efforts quite sweet.Ā
Electricity hung in the air as you both continued your experimentation on Friday. It was all you could do not to jump out of your skin. You wanted to kiss him again and again and again. What you really wanted was to push him back on the work table to see what he could really do. He had been a tease all week with his tantalizing touches, you were yearning for more. However, after the events of Monday night you werenāt even sure if Egonās mind was in that place anymore. And now that you had confessed your feelings for one another, would he want your first time together to be for the sake of an experiment? You knew you wanted it to mean more than that and you were sure now that he did too. Who knew. Maybe the two of you would never be intimate. All you knew was his touches were driving you up the wall. It was impossible to focus on work.Ā
He noticed this but didnāt say anything, simply assuming that you were nervous about the eveningās upcoming date. And you were to an extent. However, at the same time, it was Egon. You had known him for several months by this point and now that you two knew you were in love, what was stopping you from simply enjoying your first date together? Nothing. You were free to be as happy as you wanted.Ā
The day was a blur and before you knew it Egon was saying goodbye to you. Of course you both knew that he would be seeing you again in a few hours but that wasnāt any big deal. Not anymore. The hard part was over. Now, it was on to the fun stuff. You went home and changed into the nicest dress you had after taking a shower. You felt clean and confident, taking a seat on your couch as you anxiously awaited Egonās knock. When it finally came you were bolting for the door, taking a deep breath before you opened it for him. Upon seeing him in all his glory, dressed up in a tux, you were speechless. He looked so breathtaking it took everything in you to speak.Ā
āYou look ... God, you look good.ā You said. When you looked in his eyes you realized that he was having a very similar reaction upon seeing your outfit. You blushed at the sight of his enchantment.Ā
āY/N.ā As he said this he took a step into the threshold, taking a soft grip of your waist to pull you closer.Ā āYou are the most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on.ā Before you could take time to respond his lips were greeting yours happily. Your eyes fluttered closed as you took him in. When you both pulled away you each had a deep red blush blooming in your cheeks.Ā āShould we go?āĀ
āYes.ā He led you outside to where the Ecto-1 was parked. You giggled at seeing the vehicle. You were being escorted to your dream date in the most attention drawing car youād ever been in. It was perfect. He opened your door before sliding into the driverās seat.Ā
āThe boys let me borrow the car just for the occasion.ā He added with a grin. There was that dry witty humor that you loved so much. As the two of you rode in the direction of wherever Egon was taking you his hand found your knee, resting there gently. You glanced down at it every now and again, scared that it would disappear. However, it didnāt. This wasnāt a dream. This was real life. And it was all yours.Ā
Whenever you pulled up outside you saw that the two of you were at one of the nicest restaurants in town. He walked around to your door and helped you out before you could open it for yourself. Once you were outside the vehicle you went to make your way up the steps that led into the restaurant. As you did so, the toe of your heel got caught on a step and you stumbled, nearly falling over. This did not escape anyoneās attention and you wanted to scream. However, the man beside you didnāt make you feel embarrassed at all. He simply extended his arm to you with a smile. You took it as his opposite hand came to rest on top of yours.Ā āSorry. I donāt wear heels very often.ā
āThatās okay. Neither do I.ā The two of you laughed alongside each other as he passed off the keys to the valet. Once inside, the waiter escorted you to a table by a window giving you a perfect view of the city at night.Ā āThis place is so beautiful Egon. Thank you.āĀ
āOf course. You deserve nothing less.ā Such a gentleman.
āItās so odd being here with you. I donāt hardly know what to say.āĀ
āWhy donāt you just tell me about you? I want to know every facet of you and your personality.ā Just as you go to open your mouth, he holds up a finger to stop you.Ā āJust make sure you tell me very slowly so that it takes a very long time.ā He smirks, causing you to blush. You swallow, not sure how to continue after his blatant flirting. After a minute of dancing around your own words, you both find a comfortable pace of conversation. Once youāre over that initial slump, itās so easy to talk to him. Itās like youāve known him your entire life. The two of you exchange anecdotes and stories, getting lost in one anotherās company. Youāre so lost in each other that you almost miss the waiter coming up to your table to take your orders.
āIāll have the--ā You start but Egon politely cuts you off.Ā
āCould I actually order for you? I have something in mind I think youāll really enjoy.ā You smile, unable to hide how cute you find the gesture.Ā
āOf course. I did say to surprise me.ā The waiter leans over Egonās shoulder as he points out what heād like to order. With that, the waiter disappears back into the kitchen, leaving the two of you to continue your delightful conversation. It went on like that for a while until the waiter came out with your food. When he came back out you saw that Egon had ordered you an assortment of Chinese entrees. You smiled. It was a reference to your first lunch together. That first awkward, terrible lunch. What a change from then to now.Ā
āI knew this place had a Chinese platter that I thought youād like.āĀ
āI do. I like it a lot. Thank you.ā You both smile up at each other before digging in, not worrying about seeming polite. At this point, you both know that youāre comfortable in front of each other so you felt no need to put on airs about the way that you both eat.Ā
The meal is heavenly. The two of you continue to talk as you pick through whatās left, commenting on how much you both enjoyed it.Ā āI would order us some wine but I feel like maybe I shouldnāt.ā Egon laughed, referencing his little drunken outburst earlier that week. You couldnāt help but laugh as well, remembering what a disaster that night had been. Just as you were about to tease him about it, the waiter came up to your table again beckoning your attention.
āIām sorry to disturb you, Mr. Spengler, but you have a call at the front desk.ā The two of you exchanged a wary glance.Ā
āOf course.ā He sets his napkin down beside him before getting up and following the waiter to the front of the restaurant.Ā
You sat there patiently, finishing the rest of your food as you waited for Egon to get back. The minutes seemed to tick past endlessly. As you sat there you couldnāt help but feel the pitiful gazes of the other customers. Another waiter even came up to ask if you were alright. You affirmed that you were, feeling embarrassed at the attention. Eventually he came back to the table however he didnāt look happy.Ā
āIām so sorry, Y/N. That was Ray. Thereās something urgent that needs my attention. The guys are out on a call but Janine just got another emergent request. I have to go take care of this. Weāll have to cut the date short.ā He extends a hand to help you up. You take it.Ā
āOf course, Egon. Whatever you need.ā The two of you walk out of the restaurant arm in arm, jogging down the steps to where the Ecto-1 was waiting for you. He was about to open your door for you when he seemed to get a sudden realization. You watched the wheels turn in his head for a minute and then he turned to you excitedly.Ā
āWould you accompany me on this job?ā As soon as the words came out of his mouth you could swear you heard a chorus of angels in your head. He was really asking you to go ghost busting with him. This was a dream end to your date which was already perfect.Ā
āYes, Egon! Yes. Thatās all Iāve ever wanted. Iād love to.ā Seeing your happiness made him blush and he helped you into the vehicle. You were practically vibrating in your seat as Egon slid into the driverās seat, looking over at you excitedly. Both of you were beaming. As he drove off, turning on the sirens overhead, his hand returned to your knee. Your mind buzzed as you sped down the Manhattan streets in the direction of your first real job with the Ghostbusters.Ā
When you arrived, you were outside of a hotel. It was one youād never seen before. It was several stories tall and it looked old and nearly abandoned. Looking up at the building, you almost didnāt notice that Egon was opening your door to help you out again. When you stepped out of the car, you both headed around to the back where the proton packs were stored. They almost always had them in the Ecto-1 in case they should need them. Tonight was a perfect example of that fact. He pulled out the first pack and turned towards you.Ā
āAlright. Iām sure youāre familiar with our equipment.āĀ
āYes. Very familiar.āĀ
āThen this should be no problem. Let me help you into it.ā With that, you spun around so that your back was facing him. When you turned around he noticed a particular feature of your dress that he hadnāt caught onto before. The entire back was open, exposing your skin to him. You waited for him to strap you into the pack however before he could you felt his fingertips graze over your skin, making a trail up and down your bare back. The sensation made you shiver. You turned around slowly to look at him. When he saw that you were looking at him he began to blush.Ā āSorry.ā He mumbled before hoisting the pack up onto your back. It was lighter than you expected. As soon as you were successfully strapped in you took a hold of the particle thrower, pulling it from the rest of the pack. It was like youād been handling one of these your whole life. Egon was silently impressed as he watched you navigate your way around the equipment.Ā
When you turned back around, Egon had also strapped into one of the proton packs. With both of you well equipped you headed up the steps into the building. As soon as you made your way into the lobby you were greeted by the hotel manager. He almost did a double take upon seeing you both in your nice attire.Ā āThank you for coming on such short notice. Iām sorry to have interrupted your plans but this couldnāt wait. Thereās ... something ... on the top floor that is terrorizing our guests. I need help. Please, do something!āĀ
āOf course. Thatās why weāre here. Do you know what kind of a ghost you have on your hands?ā Egon asked the manager.Ā
āIf I knew what kind of ghost I had I wouldnāt be calling you!āĀ
āWell, weāll take care of it.ā The two of you jog over to the elevator, pressing the up button. Luckily it was late enough that the lobby was fairly clear. When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, you both stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor. As soon as you were situated Egon began to walk you through how to work the proton pack. You listened intently, finding all of the various parts and figuring out how it all worked. By the time you arrived on the top floor you knew exactly what to do. You both stepped out of the elevator. All seemed fairly quiet. No guests were wandering about. It was just silent.Ā āAlright, keep an eye out. We donāt know what weāre dealing with here yet so be prepared for anything, okay?āĀ
You nodded as the two of you began to creep down the hall, keeping your eyes peeled as you looked down each and every corridor. Just as you were about to the end of the floor thatās when you saw it. It looked like a woman but it had no legs. It was a deep pinkish purple, levitating near the wall. It wasnāt facing either of you, turned towards a vase of flowers. Your eyes became wide as you realized what you were looking at. It was really a ghost, before your very eyes. You had studied them religiously yet you had never seen one in person before. This date just got better and better, you thought to yourself.Ā
āThatās a Class 5 full torso apparition. Be careful. These things can be awfully destructive.ā Egon whispers. You nod, unable to speak.Ā
The two of you take a step closer, trying not to alert the entity to your presence. Itās all you can do not to jump out of your skin from excitement. With particle thrower in hand and the pack already powered up, all you had to do was aim and shoot. However, some part of you didnāt want to. Some part of you wanted to keep observing. You wished you had your notepad so you could be taking notes of its behavior. That was just the research assistant in you.Ā
You awaited Egonās signal, knowing that he would tell you when it was time to throw the stream. His hand hovered in the air, waiting for the right moment. You were almost close enough to touch her and yet Egon still hadnāt given the go ahead. Before he could she floated in a circle, turning to face the two of you. You both stopped in your tracks, terrified beyond belief at suddenly drawing her attention. However, she did nothing. Simply floated there, looking at you. Right at that moment, Egon gave you the signal you had been waiting for. The two of you threw your streams in her direction. However, as soon as the packs kicked into gear she disappeared. The streams ran along the wall, leaving a streak of fire and ash in their wake.Ā
āIām so sorry!ā You told him instinctively, feeling bad about the damage you had just caused. You were sure that their bills were through the roof from how much destruction they caused on the job.Ā
āItās okay. Occupational hazard. Donāt worry about it.ā He assured.Ā
You both ran back down the hall you had come down as Egon pulled out the PKE meter, trying to find where she had gone. In the middle of the floor was a large open lobby. There were four large columns on all corners of the open space. The middle had a piano and a few furniture pieces. In the middle of that lobby you found her floating, close to the piano. Egonās hand went up again however, he didnāt wait nearly as long to give the signal this time. He gave you the go and you turned on your particle thrower, a stream of light coming from one end in the direction of the ghost. This time you actually made contact with her, your stream tangling around her form as if it was a net. Egon began fumbling for the trap as you held her there.Ā
āThatās excellent! Keep holding her!ā Egon yelled out over the sound of the stream. However, what you hadnāt anticipated was how hard it would be to keep her still. She was powerful, much stronger than you thought she would be. Just as Egon was sliding the trap onto the floor she overtook you and snapped the stream away from her. The both of you exchanged a worried glance as you struggled to aim at her again, thrown off guard by her strength. When you glanced back up at her, she was charging in your direction. Thinking fast, you ducked, watching her fly over head. However, what you didnāt realize was that she had run head first into the column behind you.Ā
You stood to your full height, happy that you had avoided her. Thatās when you heard Egonās voice.Ā āY/N! Watch out!ā Then you heard the crumbling sound from behind you. You turned just in time to see the column fall apart and collapse directly towards you. You sprinted for the other side of the lobby but you werenāt fast enough. A large chunk of rubble came crashing down on top of your calf, instantly shattering the bone. You let out a piercing cry and fell to the floor. Everything around you started to become blurry as you fought against the giant piece of column. Just as the edges of your vision became dark you saw Egonās terrified face. Then you were gone.
Summary:Ā While looking for a new research assistant Egon finds you, a parapsychologist whose always wanted to be a Ghostbuster. Little did you both know that there would be a lot more than research and ghostbusting that would bring the two of you together.
Warnings: Some angst. Mentions of sex.
āSpengs? Come talk to me.ā Ray prompted, tugging him inside by his shirt sleeve. They closed the door behind them, walking back towards the lab.Ā āNow, I want to know exactly whatās going on here.āĀ
āWhat do you mean Ray?ā Egon inquires.Ā
āDonāt be obtuse Egon. I mean, what is going on between you and Y/N?ā This causes the man to stop in his tracks.
āNothing is going on between us. Why would you think that?āĀ
āCome on. Iāve never seen you so happy in all your life. Something is different and Iām betting itās her. Donāt think it escaped my attention that when I woke up you were both in the same bed.āĀ
āThat was nothing. She had a nightmare. I was comforting her.āĀ
āIf it had been anyone else you wouldnāt have let them into your bed like that. I know you Egy. Something is definitely different.āĀ
āI suppose things are different. In a way. Iād be lying if I said I didnāt like her quite a bit. I enjoy having her around. She makes the work fun. Everything with her is so easy.ā As he said this Ray tilted his head, giving him a knowing look.Ā āBut that doesnāt mean I love her.ā
āOf course it doesnāt.ā There was a certain understanding in Rayās voice that did not escape Egonās attention.Ā āEither way you should be more friendly. Sheās been in the lab for weeks and you havenāt even asked her to lunch yet. You want her to stick around, donāt you?ā
The other left him to think for a moment, disappearing into the lab. God, of course he wanted you to stick around. He looked back towards the door. You were surely gone now, having hailed a cab to your apartment. He wished you werenāt though. He wanted you to stay. He always wanted you to stay. Seeing you leave at the end of each day was the hardest part of his week.Ā
Maybe there was something to be said for Rayās observation. He had certainly been a lot happier since youād come around. Every day was a new adventure with you and he looked forward to each and every one. Not to mention the feelings that stirred in him when you were almost hurt in the darkroom. He was so afraid for you. He didnāt know what he would do if you had gotten hurt. Then there was that night. With you in his bed. He hated admitting it to himself but god he could have laid there with you forever. Having you so close to him was like everything he had ever needed and wanted. When he had asked you about what you were going to say during the fire there was a large part of him that had hoped you were going to make some kind of confession. For some reason that would be so much easier than having to admit his own feelings. Oh god. Thatās when he realized it. He did have feelings for you. Feelings outside of friendship. He was in love with you. How terribly inconvenient, he thought to himself.
Snapping himself out of it he finally followed after Ray, ignoring the overwhelming sense of love that flooded his brain. Despite everything inside his head screaming not to, he had decided. He would ask you out to lunch. It was the least he could do after all.Ā
Monday couldnāt have come soon enough. You knew that the event in the darkroom meant that you had to be getting close to the truth. Something was trying to stop you which was exactly why you couldnāt stop now. You had to figure out what was going on.Ā
When you pulled up to the Firehouse, you made your way to the lab like always. Peter was waiting for you by Janineās desk, stopping you.Ā
āHey kid. I heard what happened on Saturday night. Are you okay?āĀ
āYes, Iām fine. Thank you Peter.ā He patted your arm before letting you continue your path towards the lab. Once inside you saw that Egon was already hard at work like he usually was. You smiled.Ā
āGood morning. Egon.ā At hearing your voice he perked up.
āY/N. Good morning. Iām glad to see you. Weāve got a lot of work to do today. Have a seat and Iāll explain my process to you.āĀ You did so, scooting a chair over so that you were close to him. Pulling out his trusty notepads he began showing you charts, graphs, and plenty of examples of the current tests he was running on the slime. You studied everything carefully, making sure that you were completely up to speed before jumping into the work for the day.Ā
The two of you performed a number of experiments that day, working your way from one to the next to the next. You were discovering lots of important information on what positively stimulates the slime and what negatively stimulates the slime. Before you knew it, it was just about lunchtime. Egon stood up and stretched. You joined him, needing to get on your feet after several hours of intense experimentation. You were about to head outside to hail a cab back to your apartment when Egon stopped you.Ā
āWould you be interested in ... having lunch with me today?ā He asked. The request took you by surprise.
āSure. Iād like that.ā You respond with a smile, walking back over towards him. He swallows thickly as you take up residence by his side again.Ā āWhere do you want to go?ā You thumb your bag nervously.Ā
āWherever youād like really.āĀ
āHow about Chinese?ā You ask. This causes a small satisfied smile to creep onto his lips. Youāre guessing he likes Chinese.Ā
āThat sounds perfect. I know just the place.āĀ
With that the two of you head out the doors together, side by side, as you walk to a little Chinese place on the corner of the next street over. The walk was fairly quiet, however you both began to engage in pleasant small talk once youāre inside the restaurant. You each take turns ordering before finding a booth near the back. You sit across from each other, your legs brushing one anotherās. You fold your hands on the table, eyeing Egon carefully as you breathe deeply.
āSo, can I ask you something?ā
āAnything.ā He replies.Ā
āWeāve been working together for a few weeks now and this is the first time youāve asked me to spend time with you recreationally. Why now?ā You couldnāt help but voice your curiosity.Ā
āWell.ā He cleared his throat, his embarrassment was very evident.Ā āRay brought it to my attention that maybe I havenāt been as ... friendly with you as I ought to be. I do want you to continue working with me and if that means having lunch every now and again then so be it.ā His response wasnāt quite what you were hoping for.
āI see. Well, after today consider the obligation over.ā You give a small smile, trying to reassure both Egon and yourself that you didnāt care whether or not he wanted to have lunch with you. However, you knew the truth. You did care. You cared a lot. You couldnāt say that though.
āThatās not what I meant. I--ā He stops himself for a moment.Ā āIām sorry. Thereās something about you that makes it very hard for me to speak sometimes.ā This is probably the most heartfelt Egon had been with you and you were intent on listening to every word he had to say.Ā āI do enjoy your company. Itās not that I didnāt want to have lunch with you. Itās just that ... well, when Iām working I donāt think about much other than the work. Plus weāve been making such good progress. I suppose it just escaped my attention that you might like more of a relationship with me. Since we are coworkers.āĀ
āRight. Well, no worries. If you want to have lunch with me, Iām happy to spend the time with you. If not, it wonāt hurt my feelings.ā You were trying to be so casual. However as you spoke you internally cringed, hearing how forced your statement was. Something changed in Egonās eyes as well. He seemed almost ... desperate. Needy.Ā
āIād quite like to keep seeing you. Outside of the lab, I mean.ā God, he was right there. Right on the verge of saying what you wanted so desperately to hear him say. Just say youāre in love, you mentally screamed at him. Just say youāre in love because so am I. Head over heels. Iāll go to lunch with you for the rest of time if thatās what it takes, you thought. Of course thinking was all you were able to do.Ā
āIād really like to keep seeing you as well.ā You assure him. Just as youāre nearly about to jump over the table to kiss him the waitress brings out your food. You sigh in relief, needing the moment to be over. You needed it out of your head so you wouldnāt do something youād come to regret. As you started to eat you suddenly felt very self aware. As if you had already said something wrong. However, Egon soon broke the silence which you were very grateful for.Ā
āSo, Iām thinking when we get back to the lab it would be a good idea to test if the slime can be destroyed. We already know it can be positively and negatively charged but we still arenāt sure if thereās a way to get rid of it altogether. Iād love to hear suggestions.ā
āWell, we can always try to light it on fire.āĀ
āTrue although Iām not sure the rate at which slime burns.āĀ
āNo time like the present to find out.āĀ
āAlso true. If weāre going to try burning it, I think it might also be effective to freeze it as well. My hypothesis is that weāll get a stronger result by freezing the slime however, there is something to be said for the use of fire.ā You nodded, taking a second to eat. For some reason as you sat there and contemplated the slime and its effects, a certain memory popped into your head. A memory from a few weeks back, one that had stuck in your head ever since. Now might be the perfect time to bring it up to him. Itās just the two of you which has been the case less and less recently, Ray being around to help in the lab more.
āYou know, there is one particular experiment that Iāve been interested in and as I understand it, itās one that youāve already conducted. Iām just curious if I might be able to see the results.āĀ
āAbsolutely. Weāre equal partners in this, you have a right to see any research Iāve conducted thus far. What was the experiment?āĀ
āI believe it was...ā Youāre trying to find the right words so as not to embarrass him however, you know itās a futile task.Ā āSexual in nature.ā His eyes immediately flash with recognition and he coughs lightly, surprised that youād be so bold as to bring up the little comment Venkman had made a few weeks back.Ā
āYes. Well I would be happy to show you my research but it was inconclusive.ā You raise your eyebrow at him, sure heās avoiding the request. He catches on to this quickly.Ā āIt truly was inconclusive.āĀ
āI see. Will you be continuing the experimentation to see if you can get a highly positive reaction from the slime?āĀ
āI donāt know. Weāve been making such steady progress, it feels silly to backtrack now. However, I would be quite curious to see how positively we can charge the slime with ... such methods.āĀ
āWell, sex does have a tendency to bring out some of the strongest human emotions. In my opinion, it might be worth a shot.āĀ
āPerhaps youāre right.ā He turns his head away as if lost in thought. Now was your chance. If you were ever going to instigate things, now was the time. Some part of you knew Egon wasnāt very likely to get things started between the two of you. So it was up to you.Ā
āIf you do continue the experiment, Iād quite like to be present.ā Egonās head whips around as he looks at you in disbelief. Surely you didnāt mean what you had said. Surely it was simply an obligation to science that had you saying these things. There was no way youād actually be interested in sex with the man. However, he did love to imagine that it might be a remote possibility.Ā
āIf thatās something you want, I see no problems with it. Youāve been instrumental in all the research Iāve conducted thus far. Itās only fair that you be there for what may turn out to be our most effective experiment to date.ā You nod, understanding the implications.
āLet me know when youāre ready to proceed and Iāll be there.ā You assure him. You were going crazy. The two of you were sitting here, talking about having sex with one another as if it was just another experiment. Maybe thatās all it was to him. However, something deep down told you he was freaking out as much as you were.
With that, the two of you finished your lunch in awkward silence and made the walk back to the Firehouse. Egon let you go early that day. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew it was best to do as he said. Once you got home you were miserable. You were so sure you had done everything wrong and now there was no chance between the two of you. You needed him like oxygen and at the present moment, you were suffocating. You needed to do something.Ā
Before you knew it your phone was pressed up to your ear. The number you had dialed had only been used on one other occasion but you were so out of it youād do anything to stop feeling this way.Ā
āHey Ray.ā You said when he finally picked up the phone.Ā
āHey Y/N. Is everything alright?āĀ
āYeah, everythingās fine. I just ... would you wanna go out with me tonight?ā There was a pause on the other end for a moment.Ā
āOut where?āĀ
āI donāt know. Just ... anywhere. I really just need a friend tonight.āĀ
āWell, why didnāt you say so! Iāll be over there to pick you up in an hour. Oh yeah, and Venkmanās with me. Is it okay if he tags along?āĀ
āThatās fine, Ray. But not Egon.āĀ
āUnderstood. Weāll see you in an hour.ā With that he hangs up the phone and you set about getting ready for a night on the town.Ā
When they arrive youāre wearing a nice button down and a pair of jeans. Theyāre in the Ecto-1, Peter sitting in the back so that you can have the front seat. You canāt help but smile when you see them.Ā
āHey guys!ā You exclaim.Ā
āHey!ā Ray says, ushering you into the car.Ā
āIf it isnāt our favorite little lady. Are you ready for a crazy night out on the town with two of the interminably famous Ghostbusters?ā Peter chimes in, making you laugh. You turn in your seat to face him.Ā
āI was born ready.āĀ
āNow, thatās the kind of thing I like to hear.ā Ray speeds off down the street and your hand instinctively finds the handle of the door, holding on for safety. You had only driven in the Ecto-1 one other time which was when you had visited the museum. Ray drove pretty scary then too. When you turned back around in your seat Peter was giving you a pair of big terrified eyes and you nodded in agreement.Ā
āSo, where are we going exactly?ā
āWell, I figured we could grab a bite to eat. Then we can take a nice stroll through Central Park.ā Ray says enthusiastically.Ā
āSounds great, Ray.ā You tell him, settling back in your seat and saying a silent prayer. Soon enough, youāre at the restaurant. Itās a little diner that youāve seen the boys go to before. You find a decent place to park and walk inside, taking in the cute and quiet atmosphere. There is a booth in the far corner that you all migrate towards, sitting down and picking up a menu.Ā āYou know, Iām kind of sad Winston couldnāt join us.ā You say, flipping through the menu.
āI can go give him a call! He shouldnāt be too far out.āĀ
āYeah, sure! Let him tag along.ā You say, prompting Ray to run outside with phone in hand. When he comes back inside he confirms that Winston is on the way.Ā āAwesome. Itās been a while since Iāve seen him.āĀ
āItās been a while since youāve seen anyone.ā Peter adds.Ā āAlways cooped up in that lab with the brainiac. No wonder you needed rescuing.ā You laughed lightly. If only they really knew.Ā
āYeah. Yeah, you could say that.ā You say with a smirk.Ā
The waitress comes over to take your orders so you all get drinks, telling her that youāre waiting for another member of your party. Shortly after the bell above the door chimes, signaling Winstonās entrance. As soon as he comes up to the table he slides in beside you, giving you a hug.Ā āGood to see you! Itās been too long.āĀ
āIt really has. Itās nice to see you too.ā Now that the whole crew is present, you call the waitress over and put in your orders. Once she disappears into the kitchen, Ray turns to you with a serious look.Ā
āOkay. Tell us whatās going on.ā Wow. He sure caught on fast. Then again, you really werenāt trying to hide anything when you called him.
āOh, itās nothing Ray. Itās just been a weird couple of weeks.āĀ
āTell us about it. Weāre here to listen.ā Winston had immediately caught on to the theme of this particular hang out. You sigh before taking in a deep breath, knowing youād have to tell them something.Ā
āYou know, as I was getting out of college there was nothing I wanted to be more than a Ghostbuster. I saw you guys on TV and man, was I jealous. You were doing everything I always wanted to do with my life. When I saw the ad in the paper, I knew it was my chance. My opportunity to step into a better life. Now that Iām here, itās been a dream and a nightmare all at once. Everything is so perfect, like nothing I ever could have imagined. Well, almost everything. Thereās one part of the job Iāve come to dread as of late.āĀ
āWhat?ā Peter said, curiosity getting the best of him.Ā
āEgon.āĀ
āI thought you liked working with Egon.ā Ray chimed in.Ā
āI do. Thatās just the trouble. I enjoy working with Egon way more than I think Egon enjoys working with me. Iām just so--ā
āCrazy about him?ā Peter asks.Ā
āNo. No, not ... crazy about him.āĀ
āCome on, kid. You donāt have to lie to us.ā Said Winston.Ā
āI know. Itās just ... ugh!ā You exclaim.Ā āYouāre right, Peter. The man drives me crazy alright. One minute I think that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way about me that I feel about him. Then he turns around and says something that just reminds me he doesnāt. And today ... oh god, today. Iām so embarrassed. I said something I feel like I really shouldnāt have said and now Iām filled with so much regret about it. I mean, what do I do?ā The others exchange a glance.Ā
āLook, Y/N. I probably shouldnāt be telling you this since the two of you need to figure this out for yourselves but let me just say ... you shouldnāt be so worried.ā Ray tells you with a sly smug little smirk.Ā
āWhat does that mean?āĀ
āI think what Ray is trying to say is that Egon has definitely got the hots for you.ā Peter explains, reaching out to pat your hand.Ā
āBut, I -- How do you know?āĀ
āTrust me, weāve been friends with Egon for a long time. I can tell that something is different about him because of you. He just doesnāt know how to tell you. If you just give him a little encouragement, show him itās not all in his head, you may be pleasantly surprised by the results.ā Ray assures you, maintaining that stupid grin he has on.Ā
āAre you sure?āĀ
āPositive.ā Wow. Does he really like you as much as they say? God, you really hoped so. Before you could put any more thought into it, your phone started going off. Looking down at the screen you saw Egonās number displayed there. Great. Thatās just great.
āSpeak of the devil.ā You say, excusing yourself to the sidewalk in front of the diner.Ā āEgon? Whatās up? Is something wrong?āĀ
āY/N-- I-- You--ā He was cutting out so you couldnāt understand him. For a second you were sure you heard rock music blasting in the background. That couldnāt be right though. Could it?Ā
āEgon? I canāt understand you.āĀ
āNeed-- You-- Firehouse-- Right. Now.ā Just as you were about to ask what he had said he hung up. Huffing, you headed back inside.Ā
āHey guys. Iām really sorry to do this but Egon needs me back at the Firehouse. Iām not sure whatās going on, he was breaking up really bad. I think I should go meet up with him.āĀ
āNo worries. Weāll drive you back.ā Ray said, standing and grabbing the keys. Peter slyly takes them from Rayās hands.Ā
āYou know what, I think Iāll drive this time buddy.āĀ
āOh okay. Whatever you say.ā With that you all headed back out to the Ecto-1, speeding off in the direction of the Firehouse. When you finally arrive you turn around, thanking them all for helping you before stepping out and heading in through the front doors. They watch you go before heading off again to grab something to eat.Ā
Once youāre inside you can hear what you now knew to be rock music coming from the direction of the lab. Your brow furrowed as you slowly made your way through the dark Firehouse, unsure of what to expect when you finally went into the lab. Stepping through the door, you see that everything is a mess. There are papers and things strewn about the floor, clearing off nearly all of the work tables. The next thing that catches your eye is Egon. Heās near the back of the room, lying across one of the empty tables. There is a speaker on the floor below which heās resting his foot on. As soon as you get close enough you can see that heās got a mostly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. Oh no. This couldnāt be a good sign. Not at all.Ā
āEgon?ā You say. As soon as he hears your voice he bolts upright on the table before jumping down and coming unbelievably close to you.
āAh, Y/N. Iām glad that youāre here. Come sit down with me.ā As he says this he turns the music off, pushing the speaker against the wall.
āOkay.ā You say skeptically, sitting down on the couch. He takes up residence right next to you, his leg pressed warmly against yours.Ā āWhat is all this, Egon? Are you alright?āĀ
āYeah, yeah! Everything is great. I was just thinking about what you said today. About my little sex experiment. I think we should do it.āĀ
āWhat?āĀ
āYou know, with the slime. I think if we had sex together weād get a very strong positive reaction from the slime. Thatās why I called you.āĀ
āSo this is ... a booty call?ā You ask, unsure of what else to call it.Ā
āNo, no, no. Of course this isnāt a booty call. You donāt get feelings with a booty call and believe me, Iām all feelings right now.āĀ
āOh. Okay.ā You werenāt sure if you liked where this was going or not. It wasnāt that you didnāt like the idea of being intimate with Egon but you wanted it to mean more than just some experiment. Plus, he was absolutely stinking drunk which didnāt ease your mind very much.Ā āWhat kinds of feelings are you feeling right now?āĀ
āWhat arenāt I feeling?ā He laughs heartily.Ā
āOkay. Can I ask you something?āĀ
āOf course. You, darling, can ask me anything you like.ā Oh god. Did he just call you darling? You were starting to believe Ray more and more as each minute passed. Maybe he did really like you. If he did though, why did he have to be drunk to act on his feelings then?
āWhy are you drunk right now?āĀ
āWell, I am not exactly the having sex type. Donāt get me wrong, I do love sex. I just havenāt had very much of it. I just needed a little bit of that liquid courage to get me going. Iām only human, after all.ā You took in what he was saying. You honestly needed a bit of liquid courage yourself to deal with all this. You took a deep breath.Ā
āI understand Egon and Iām very glad youāre interested in continuing our research but I think maybe now is not the time.āĀ
āWhat do you mean? Now is a perfect time.āĀ
āIām kind of tired. I think maybe we should wait. Not to mention I donāt think it would yield any results with you being drunk.āĀ
āOh. I guess I hadnāt thought about that.āĀ
āThatās not like you Egon. You always think things through.āĀ
āI know I do. Recently, it just seems like I canāt think straight.āĀ
āWhy do you think that is?ā You say hopefully.Ā
āI have a hypothesis but I think Iāll keep this one to myself.āĀ
āOkay Egon. Why donāt we get you up to bed?āĀ
āThat actually sounds like an excellent course of action.ā With that, you put an arm around him to help him off the couch. Once youāre both standing you stagger out of the lab and up the stairs towards the bedroom. You donāt bother helping him change into pajamas. Surely heās used to sleeping in his clothes by this point. You pull back the covers for him, helping him into the bed. Once heās down you start to head for the door but he calls out, stopping you.
āThank you. You mean so much to me. Iām glad you were here tonight.ā You canāt help but smile at his thoughtful words.Ā
āIām glad I was here too, Egon. Sweet dreams.ā You finally make your way back downstairs and catch a cab back to your apartment. When you lay down in your bed, your head is swimming with all manner of thoughts. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day.
Summary: While looking for a new research assistant Egon finds you, a parapsychologist whose always wanted to be a Ghostbuster. Little did you both know that there would be a lot more than research and ghostbusting that would bring the two of you together.
Warnings: Some suspense. Mostly fluff.Ā
The following weeks seemed to pass quickly and slowly all at once. Everything was such a whirlwind of excitement that time seemed to speed however you also found a way to enjoy every single moment, making it easier to savor your time on the Ghostbusters crew. Each and every team member had a special relationship with you. It was better than you could have dreamt it, exceeding your expectations.Ā
With Winston, you two were the best of pals. You were always cracking jokes with each other and he was very protective over you. He was like your big brother. Peter warmed up to you pretty quickly and his flirting decreased the longer you were around. It wasnāt long before he had faith in your every word, considering you a colleague and a friend. Ray was like the best friend you never had. He was always such a beam of sunshine in your life. He was so encouraging and really helped to nurture your research. Despite your position as a research assistant, you had become inseparable from the group.Ā
Then there was Egon. That relationship was something entirely different. It was almost impossible to deny the fact that your attraction to Egon had increased since you had started working there. Despite his outwardly awkward appearance he had quite a way with words. He always knew just what to say to make you smile or blush, whether he knew that part or not. No matter what was going on in the lab, he always had your back. If you wanted to test a theory, he would be all for it. If he needed anything at all, you were his go to person. It was all you could to try not to fall head over heels for him. Seeing him doing what he loved, sharing so much passion for science with you, it was more and more difficult by the day.Ā
However, you knew the feelings were unrequited. Egon viewed you as a research assistant and only a research assistant. You didnāt dare push your luck on that. It was amazing enough that you got to spend nearly every day with him. You didnāt wanna risk jeopardizing that. Therefore all those thoughts of romance would stay in your mind.Ā
āY/N?ā Egonās voice brought you out of your daydreaming.Ā āThe PKE meter?ā He asked again, pointing to the tool in front of you.Ā
Snapping out of it you reached for the meter and passed it over to him.Ā āRight, here you go. Sorry about that.ā You said shyly.Ā
āThatās alright.ā After another moment of silence he shared a glance with you.Ā āAre you feeling okay? You seem distracted today.āĀ
āI feel fine, Egon.ā You assured him.Ā
āYou know, if Iām working you too hard you can tell me. I know weāve been going at this research pretty hot and heavy recently. If itās too much, I can give you more time off. Itās not a problem at all.ā Egon said, his concern for you very heartfelt and evident.Ā
āI appreciate that but Iām fine. Iāve just got something on my mind, thatās all. Nothing big. Just ... life things, you know?ā Egon swallowed thickly, knowing that you were getting into feelings territory. Usually during your time in the lab together you discussed science almost exclusively. There wasnāt much time for other topics of discussion with so much to get done. However, he wanted you to feel at ease with him. He couldnāt quite explain it but there was this overwhelming sense to make sure that you were okay at all times. The thought of you in any upset or pain made him feel horrible.Ā
āYou know, if you need to ... talk about anything ... you can talk to me. I want you to consider me ... a friend.ā That was all he could manage to which you nodded. Somehow the word friend stung like a sharp slap. You knew you were being silly so you ignored your thoughts.Ā
āThank you. Iāll keep that in mind.ā You continued your work for a moment, not looking up at him.Ā āSame for you.āĀ
āWhat?ā Egon prompted, not hearing you as he worked.Ā
āYou can talk to me too. If you ever ... need to.ā You felt just as awkward as he did but you still meant every word that you said.Ā
āThank you, Y/N. I-- well, thank you.ā You could tell that your statement had taken him completely aback. From there you both decided it was best to just continue your work. It was business as usual that day. He conducted experiments while you observed and took notes for him. When he was done with one study he would look over your notes, praising you on your work as he always did.Ā
āThis is really wonderful work.ā He uttered as he looked over your handwriting.Ā āJust wonderful.ā He continued.Ā
āWell, thank you Dr. Spengler.ā With that, he gives you a look.Ā
āIām glad you have respect for my title but you know you can call me Egon.ā As he said this he didnāt look up from the vat of slime.Ā
āYes, I know.ā You couldnāt admit to him that the whole reason you called him that in the first place was because just saying it excited you. The fact that he was so highly educated, that he had earned that title. It just made you all the more attracted to him. It was a personal little indulgence.Ā āItās like you said, I just respect your title.āĀ
āWell I appreciate that. But you can also respect me as a friend and call me by my name.ā At this he turned to crook an eyebrow at you. This was his way of joking with you. Dry and sarcastic. You loved it.Ā
āI can do that then. Egon.ā You said pointedly.Ā
As you looked over at the clock on the edge on the wall you could see that it was almost the end of business hours which meant he was about to send you home for the day. Not only that but tomorrow was Saturday so you wouldnāt be coming in. The weekends were the worst. You were always so ready to continue working that when you had to stop it was like torture, especially for two whole days.Ā
As if by clockwork, Egon stretches and gives you a sideways glance.Ā āWell, I think that just about wraps it up for today.āĀ
āRight. Well, Iāll see you Monday.ā Gathering up your bags, you head for the door. Before you can Egon clears his throat.Ā
āY/N ... have a good weekend. Try to get some rest.ā You nod with a small smile before leaving for the night. Hailing a cab you make your way down to your apartment building, ready for a good nightās sleep.Ā
āY/N? Can you hear me?ā When you had picked up the phone you hadnāt bothered to check who it was, too tired to do so.Ā
āWhat? Yeah, I can hear you. Who is this?āĀ
āItās Egon! I need you to get over here right away. Iāve just made an incredible discovery and I need you in on this.ā When you finally turned over to look at the clock you realized that it was 3am.Ā
āOkay. Iāll meet you at the lab in 20 minutes.ā
āGood. Iāll see you then.ā He hangs up right after that, leaving you to gather up your things and throw on a change of clothes.Ā
When you finally arrived at the Firehouse it was almost completely black inside. You felt your way towards the lab, stepping into the lit room and letting your eyes adjust. You were sure you looked a mess but it had sounded like the matter was urgent so you werenāt too worried about that. Egon was standing in front of a door on the far side of the room, beckoning you over. He looked like he hadnāt even gone to bed yet and knowing him, he probably hadnāt.Ā
Once you had jogged over to where he stood, he escorted you inside the tiny room. It was a darkroom, flooded with red light. Inside you could see that there were a number of pictures clipped up. They were all of the same subject. Vigo the Carpathian. It was a painting at the museum which exhibited high levels of supernatural activity. Egon was fully convinced that this painting was directly connected to the river of slime under the city. You just werenāt sure how yet. You and the others had visited the museum a few weeks back and had taken these pictures while you were there. It looked like Egon was done developing them. You had to admit, that Vigo was one ugly dude.Ā
āIām so glad youāre here. Take a look at this.ā He steps inside after you, closing the door behind him. He points to the furthest picture and walks you down the line. As you go, the pictures get more and more distorted. Until finally you arrive at the final picture. Vigoās face was completely different than the original painting and behind him there appears to be a river of the pink ooze that you had discovered.Ā
āIs that--ā You point to the slime and Egon nods enthusiastically.Ā
āI imagine if we get Ray in on this, heāll tell us thatās the river of slime he saw under the city.ā You study it carefully, pulling out a notepad to begin writing down notes. When Egon sees this, he beams happily.Ā
āWell this is great! What a discovery. Who knows what this could mean but it feels like weāre just one step closer to the truth.āĀ
āExactly!ā He exclaims. The two of you turn to one another, all smiles and excitement. Something in the pit of your stomach prompted you to hug him but you decided not to give in to the impulse. As excellent a discovery as this was, you werenāt at the finish line quite yet.Ā
Extending an arm towards the door, Egon follows you towards the exit. Just then something strange happens. The door doesnāt open. You immediately turn towards him, a concerned look painting your face. You pull on the doorknob again but it still doesnāt budge.Ā
āDid you lock the door, Egon?āĀ
āNo. It locks from ... the outside.ā Thatās when both of you come to the same terrifying realization. Putting your shoulder into it you try to force the door open but nothing is happening. Just as youāre about to give up, you both take a whiff of the air. Something was ... burning. Turning around quickly you see that all of the photos have burst into flames. Your eyes widen and you begin shouldering the door again, hoping that some amount of effort will get it to open. As you do so Egon calls out for Ray as loud as he can. You join him, hollering for one of the other Ghostbusters that are in the building. The man beside you takes your arms, rushing you back into the far corner as far away from the fire as possible. He covers your body with his own, protecting you from the growing flames as he holds you close. Fear seizes your mind as you contemplate that this might be the end for the both of you. Something in you tells you to speak up since this may be your last chance to tell him your real feelings.Ā
āEgon!ā You holler over the roaring fire. He looks down at you, fear residing in his eyes as well. Youād never seen him like this before.Ā āI--ā Before you can begin to gather your thoughts there is a slamming sound from the other side of the door. You both turn to look, seeing a crack form in the door. Suddenly, just when you think itās over for you both, the door comes flying off the hinges. Ray is standing on the other side, extending an arm to help you out of the room. Egon pushes you towards the door first, wanting to make sure you get to safety as soon as possible. Once youāre both clear, Ray uses the fire extinguisher he had busted the door open with to douse the fire.
Looking back into the room which was filled with white foam you felt yourself beginning to get choked up. You knew that this would potentially be a dangerous gig, seeing as the whole thing involved catching ghosts for a living. However, you didnāt expect to almost be burned alive. Turning back to the other two, they could tell how shaken you were. You opened your mouth as if to speak but couldnāt.Ā
āAre you okay?ā Egon asked, arms clasping your shoulders.Ā
āIām--ā You couldnāt hardly gather your thoughts. He knew what was going through your mind since he had just shared the same experience. Pulling you in, Egon nestled you against his chest. Hugging you tightly, he realized that he never wanted to let you go.Ā
Recognizing the severity of the situation, Ray joined in. Snuggling in on the other side of you, he hugged you tightly as well. The way they both enveloped you eased your mind considerably. It was enough to help you swallow your tears before they could leave your eyes.Ā
āIām okay, boys. Thank you, Iām okay.ā They back off as you say this, still staying close by in case you should need them.Ā
āIām sorry. I had no idea. I never would have brought you here if--āĀ
āEgon.ā You place a hand on his arm, rubbing his bicep with your thumb.Ā āItās okay. Trust me. Weāll call it an ... occupational hazard.āĀ
He searches your eyes for some sign of anger but finds nothing. Unable to contain himself he pulls you into him again, hugging you even tighter than before. God, he was so scared. He couldnāt admit to you how truly shaken he was but the thought of losing you had scared him more than anything in his life ever had.Ā āIām just glad youāre okay.ā He mutters against your shoulder.
After a moment he finally pulled away, giving you one last longing look.Ā āRay, Iād like to scan this room with the PKE meter. I just wanna see if thereās still a spike in activity.ā The other man nods, going to fetch the tool. As he does so, Egon escorts you over to the couch. You follow him willingly, not complaining about the ability to take a seat after your ordeal. Once youāre sat down he pulls a small drawer out from under the couch, pulling out a blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders. You gladly accept the gesture. Once he knows youāre safe and comfortable he joins Ray in the darkroom.
You sit there for a few minutes watching the two men talk and scan the room. When they come back out they both share a knowing look.Ā āY/N.ā Ray begins.Ā āI think, if youāre up for it, weād like to keep you here for observation tonight. Just to play it safe.āĀ
āObservation?ā You inquire.Ā
āNothing scary.ā Egon adds on.Ā āWe just want to make sure youāre safe. Weāve got plenty of room upstairs. Not to mention itās pretty late. Finding a cab at this hour would be a nightmare. Will you stay with us? Just for tonight?ā If you hadnāt known any better, youād think the man was almost desperate to have you stay. Surely not though. He just wanted to make sure his friend didnāt get in harms way.
āUm.ā You contemplated for a moment. After all, this was Egon Spengler literally begging you to stay the night with him. How could you pass this opportunity up?Ā āSure, Egon. Whatever you think.āĀ Ā
āGood, good.ā He says, helping you up. Ray, Egon, and you all made your way out of the lab, shutting the doors and turning off the lights behind you. They lead you up the stairs to the sleeping quarters on the second floor. Peter wasnāt there, staying at his own apartment with Dana. However, with so much work to be done, Egon and Ray had been staying the Firehouse. That meant there was an extra bed for you. The room was bare, only filled with the three beds. All three were already made and you were grateful, nearly ready to pass out.Ā
āYouāll sleep here.ā Egon gestures to the furthest bed. You follow his hand, plopping down on the edge of the bed. The man sits on the bed next closest to you, facing you as his hands rest on his thighs.Ā
āYou know, Iām really okay.ā You reassure him, sensing his unease.Ā
āI just feel so bad. I blame myself.ā He replies. You reach out for him, resting a hand on his knee as you scoot closer.Ā
āDonāt. Itās really alright. I promise it wasnāt your fault.ā Egon nods, still not convinced.Ā āLetās just get some rest, huh?āĀ
āAlright. I honestly need it.āĀ
āMe too.ā You chuckle. With that you turn over in the bed, laying down. The bed is almost too soft and too comfortable.Ā
It doesnāt take long for you to fall asleep. However, your rest would not be peaceful. Within an hour of passing out, you were plagued with horrible nightmares. You werenāt sure if it was some residual supernatural presence leftover from your little ordeal back to haunt you or if it was just the fear you felt. Whatever it was though had you tossing and turning, nearly in tears with the terror you felt. When you were finally able to wake yourself up, you bolted upright in bed. You were unable to stop the tears from streaming down your face. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around the dark room. You were hardly able to see anything but the one thing you could see was Egonās outline beside you. For a moment you hesitated. However the fright won out over your silly thoughts of embarrassing yourself. You simply couldnāt sleep like this. Pushing yourself off the edge of the bed you slunk down to the floor, crawling over to Egonās bed. Placing a hand on his arm, you whispered his name.Ā āEgon. Egon!āĀ
āY/N?ā He inquired, rousing from his sleep.Ā āIs something wrong?ā As soon as he realized it was you he jumped immediately to concern.Ā
āYes. I mean, no. I just ... I had a nightmare.ā You say, stumbling over your words.Ā āI was wondering--ā You cut yourself off, suddenly afraid to ask for what you needed. Noticing your hesitation he sits up in bed, reaching out to grab your forearm in an attempt at comfort.Ā
āItās okay. What do you need?ā He always knew just what to say.
āCan I lay with you?ā You finally ask. His hand tenses lightly on your forearm. Not much but enough that you notice the difference.
āYes. Of course. Whatever will help you sleep.ā You nod in gratitude. Egon begins to scoot over in the bed, making room for you. It was a particularly small bed so you knew it would be a tight fit. You werenāt even sure if it would be worth it but at this point, you had to try.Ā
Once heās moved far enough over to make room for you, you stand just long enough to lower yourself down into his bed. You are immediately very aware of his warmth beside you. Stretching out onto your side, you position yourself just right so that your back is pressed against his chest. You expect to feel his hand drape over your side but when you turn to look back at him you see it pinned tightly to his side. With a gentle hand you guide his arm over your waist.
āItās okay, Egon. I want you to be comfortable.āĀ
āAre you sure? I donāt want to touch you in a way you donāt want.ā Little did he know just how much you wanted him to touch you.Ā
āI promise. I donāt mind.ā That was all you wanted to say, afraid to give yourself away to him. You both laid there in stiffness for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Should you say good night? Did he want to talk? Or should you just go to sleep? You didnāt know the etiquette for this. Just as you were about to close your eyes, he whispered your name. You turned your head to face him.Ā
āYes?āĀ
āIn the darkroom, when the fire started ... you said my name. You said my name like you wanted to tell me something but Ray busted in before you got a chance to finish. What were you going to tell me?āĀ
God, of course heād have to ask you that.Ā āI was just going to thank you for being so kind to me. Youāve always been so wonderful and Iām very grateful. I didnāt want us to ... die ... without getting a chance to tell you.ā Hopefully that sounded convincing enough to him.
āItās the least I can do.ā He begins.Ā āAnd frankly, youāre very easy to be kind to.ā The two of you lay there in silence but you can practically hear the wheels turning in Egonās head. Thereās something else he wants to say and you would wait forever if you had to.Ā āYouāre ... not like anyone Iāve ever met before. From that first interview, I knew I wanted to keep you around. Oh god. That makes it sound like youāre my pet.ā You swallow hard at the thought, not sure where he was going with this.Ā āI donāt mean it like that, I just mean I thought youād make a good addition to the team. Iām very glad that I was right. Youāve been invaluable to me. I donāt know what Iāll do with myself once this is all over.ā He admits. Youāre speechless. His tone sounded almost like he was confessing something to you. You knew he couldnāt mean it like that but you wished he did. He had just found a faithful friend in you. Nothing more. You knew that.Ā
However, something he had said did stick out in your mind.Ā āWhen this is all over.ā You hadnāt even begun to think about that. Once your research was complete, what would happen to you? Was he going to let you go? You didnāt even remotely want to think about that possibility so you pushed the thought away from your mind.Ā
āThank you, Egon. Itās nice to hear you say that.ā You tell him. As you do so you suddenly notice that your hand has found its place resting gently on top of his. Youāre so close that you could intertwine your fingers with his. However, you donāt. You just wait there, hoping that he hasnāt noticed. Or if he has, that it doesnāt bother him. Itās silent for a few more moments, the air heavy with your lack of sleep.Ā
āGood night, Y/N.ā He mutters sleepily.Ā
āGood night, Egon.ā You say back before letting your eyes shut, drifting off into a nearly dreamless sleep, much more at peace now.Ā
Light streams in through the window on the far wall of the bedroom. When you wake, you realize youāve changed positions in the night. Your chest is now pressed against Egonās, his arms wrapped around your body as he sleeps soundly. In the peace of the morning hours, you canāt help but smile as you rest calmly in his arms. In this moment, thereās nothing wrong in the world. No slime. No Vigo the Carpathian. No near death experiences in sight. Just you and Egon. In bed. Together. You thought you might still be dreaming.Ā
After an hour, Egonās eyes started to blink open. It took him a minute to realize what was going on but once he did you couldnāt help but notice the blush that rose to his cheeks. He let go of you, straightening his arms by his side. However, neither of you moved to get out of the bed. Not yet. Just a few more minutes of bliss.Ā
āGood morning.ā You uttered, voice still hoarse with sleep.
āGood morning.ā God, Egonās morning voice was certainly a sound you could get used to.Ā āHow did you end up sleeping?āĀ
āLike a baby.ā You say with a smile.Ā āAnd you?āĀ
āBest sleep Iāve had in a long time.ā He admits. The two of you look into each otherās eyes, getting lost for just a moment.Ā āWe probably should get up. Iām sure youād like to get back home.ā Egon says, clearing his throat briefly. You push yourself onto your elbows.
āYeah. Sounds good.ā You finally fling your legs over the edge of the bed, standing to your full height and stretching. Egon does the same. You take in the sight of him as he does, noticing that he slept in his day clothes. You chuckled lightly, wondering what kind of pajamas he wore under normal circumstances. Once you were both good and awake, you headed downstairs. On the way out the door you saw that Ray wasnāt in bed. That must have meant he saw you and Egon when he had woken up. That was surely going to be a pleasant point of discussion this morning. You winced at the thought alone.Ā
āWould you like some breakfast?ā He asks over his shoulder.Ā
āBreakfast would be great.ā You say with a smile. Once youāve made it into the kitchen area you can see Ray standing at the counter, making himself a bowl of cereal. Here it comes, you think.Ā
āGood morning, you two. Sleep well?ā Ray asks in a seemingly innocent tone. Youāre immediately suspicious of him.
āYeah. Slept really well.ā Egon replies, pulling two bowls down from the cabinet. You exchange a glance between the two men.Ā
āYeah. I slept well too.ā You add.Ā
āOh good.ā Ray says with a tone of finality before sitting down next to you, bowl still in hand. Huh. Guess he wasnāt going to bring it up. You certainly werenāt complaining. Egon works in the kitchen for a moment and you suddenly remember your manners.Ā
āDo you need my help with that, Egon?āĀ
āOh no, donāt worry. Iāve got it.ā Soon enough heās handing you a bowl of cereal, sitting down on your other side. As he does his knee brushes up against yours and you try not to blush. The three of you eat in silence, enjoying the peaceful moment. After youāve finished Ray takes your bowl along with his own, piling them in the sink.Ā
āThank you.ā You say in earnest.Ā
āOf course.ā He says, a bright smile on his face.Ā
āWell.ā Egon begins, wiping off his mouth.Ā āYou probably want to get headed home. Youāve had a long night.ā You nod.Ā
āA long night indeed. I think a shower sounds like heaven right about now.ā You admit, gathering up your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. The two men escort you towards the main door. When you step outside it is blindingly bright. You shield your eyes with a hand, turning back to thank them.Ā āWell, I appreciate everything you two have done for me. Thanks for keeping me safe. Iāll see you on Monday.ā Egon stops you as you start to walk off.Ā
āWhy donāt you take Monday off. Iām afraid Iāve put too much strain on you recently. Especially after last night, you should take a break.ā He says. With a smile you step forward and pat his arm.Ā
āEgon. I will see you on Monday.ā With that, you turn around and head for the curb to hail a cab. The man simply stands there and watches you, taking in the sight of you in the morning light.Ā
āSpengs? Come talk to me.ā Ray says, tugging him inside by his shirt sleeve. The two close the doors behind them and you give the Firehouse one last look as you get into your cab. That was the scariest and most exciting night of your life. You could do without the near death experience but it was honestly worth it to sleep in the same bed as Egon. You hoped for more nights like it in the future.
Summary: While looking for a new research assistant Egon finds you, a parapsychologist whose always wanted to be a Ghostbuster. Little did you both know that there would be a lot more than research and ghostbusting that would bring the two of you together.Ā
Warnings: None! Just fluff.Ā
A/N: Bare with me yāall. Iām really trying to get back into writing so I can answer some requests that I have. Please be patient, I promise I havenāt forgotten. I just need to get back my gumption for creating things. Thank you for understanding and I love you all!
āVenkman. Venkman, youāre getting distracted again. Would you please come into the lab?ā Egon calls from the threshold of his workspace. Peter turns, jogging over to the lab and finding a rather uncomfortable bench to take up residence on as the two men talked. The first closed the doors, making his way to the work table.Ā
āGeez, Spengs. You know, you really oughta get more comfortable furniture in here. No wonder youāre so cranky all the time.āĀ
āIām not cranky.ā Was all Egon could say in return as he picks up a stack of papers, handing them over to Peter.Ā āNow, I want you to look at this research Iāve been conducting. In the New York area alone paranormal activity has nearly tripled in just the last few weeks. This is getting dangerous, Venkman. Iām not sure how but I know the slime is connected to all this. I just need more time and more hands to be able to finish my research.ā Peter tilts his head to the side.
āSo what do you need? A bottle of whiskey to keep you up at night?āĀ
āYou know I donāt drink, Venkman.ā Egon says, scolding mildly.Ā āNo, I need a research assistant to help me conduct my experiments.āĀ
āDoesnāt Ray help you out?ā Peter asks, picking up a tool on the edge of the nearby table and twirling it between his fingers. Almost as soon as he does so Egon reaches out, taking the tool into his hand and setting it back down so that Venkman will actually pay attention.
āRay is great and he knows his stuff but heās not always here. I need someone reliable who will be at my beck and call until we can figure out exactly whatās going on with this slime.ā He insists.Ā
āAlright. I get it. You need an assistant. Consider it done buddy.ā Peter says, hopping off the bench and strolling towards the door.Ā
āNow, Peter. I want to hold the interviews myself. I just need the money to pay whoever I find to add on to the team.āĀ
āThe money is yours pal.ā He calls back as he finally makes his way out the door. Egon canāt help but roll his eyes at Peterās seeming lack of caring for his current predicament. However, he pushes past those feelings, knowing that the man meant nothing by his apparent boredom. Thatās just how Venkman always was. Nothing that could be done now. With the final approval from Peter, Egon set about writing out an advertisement for the papers to be posted ASAP.Ā
Scientist Seeking Research Assistant! Matter Is Urgent, Will Pay For Help. Come To The Ghostbusters Headquarters For More Information. Interviews Being Held During Normal Business Hours.Ā
The ad was short, sweet, and to the point. Maybe that was what drew you to it. You didnāt need any hassle in your life right now. Just a paying gig that would fit into your schedule. Then again, there was that word. Ghostbusters. You may not have wanted to admit it, but that was really what drew you to this particular ad. That one word. Your entire life you had always loved learning about the paranormal. Of course your family hated your fascinations. They found them to be blasphemous and unholy. That never stopped you though. As soon as you had the opportunity to go to school, you finally found your place among other parapsychologists and you never wanted to go back.Ā
Just as you were finishing up your last year of school, you started seeing the ads on TV. A group of paranormal experts that called themselves the Ghostbusters became all you thought about. You tracked their every move, studied their work religiously. They were doing exactly what youād always wanted to do. Catching ghosts. What a thrill that would be. Ever since, youād made it your lifeās mission to become a part of that team. Now, here was your in. You may not be a Ghostbuster but you were good at research and if you could use that knowledge to help then by god, you were going to.Ā
As you made your way out of your bed, you pulled on the most respectable looking ensemble you could find. Black pants, a nice blouse, and a black blazer. Simple but professional. Just what you were going for. You wanted to show them you were exactly the person they were looking for. Filled to the brim with excitement you left the house without even stopping to eat. That could wait. The Ghostbusters could not. As soon as you were able to hail a cab, you sped off down the busy New York streets for the old Firehouse. When you arrived you were completely starstruck. Youād seen it so many times but youād never actually set foot inside and now was your chance. You gave the door a good tug, stepping into the building.
Inside the lights were dim, barely lighting your way as you looked for the front desk. It was just ahead of you, more illuminated than the walkway. There didnāt seem to be much natural lighting but frankly, you didnāt mind. Behind the desk sat a woman with a short auburn bob, flipping through a magazine. You stood as tall as you could and gave her a nod when she looked up at you.Ā
āHello. My name is Y/N L/N and Iām here about the research assistant position.ā Upon hearing your words the woman leans back in her chair and yells out a name towards the back of the Firehouse.Ā
āEgon will be here to interview you in a moment.ā She says with a smile before going back to her magazine. With that you waited, taking in your surroundings. That is until a tall man with fluffy brunette hair stepped out from the back, walking in your direction. His eyes lit up when he saw you, like you were an old friend.Ā
āHello, Iām Dr. Egon Spengler. Can I assume youāre here about the research assistant position?ā He says with excitement.Ā
āYes, I am!ā You return his enthusiasm as he reaches out to shake your hand. You take it, feeling his soft palm against your own.Ā
āExcellent. Just excellent. Iāll be conducting the interview in my lab. Follow me please.ā He opens up the small gate for you that leads into the back rooms of the Firehouse. You happily step through, feeling like you were finally a part of their world. He directs you right back to the lab, opening that door for you as well. What a gentleman he was. It made you grin to yourself as you finally stepped into his lab. There were several work tables that were neatly piled with tools and beakers filled with chemicals. Notepads with various notes on them laid strewn about. His handwriting was very neat and you could read each word perfectly. The combination of chaos and order surprised you but this was definitely an environment you could work in.
Dr. Spengler offered you a seat on the couch against the far wall, rolling over a chair for himself. You sat down quickly, eager to begin.Ā
āIf you donāt mind, Iād like to jump right into things. Youāre about the tenth person Iāve had in here this week and Iām very eager to move this process along.ā You nod in agreement, ready for whatever questions he might have for you.Ā āGood. Why donāt you tell me about your experience in the field? What are your qualifications?āĀ
āWell, I actually attended Columbia University for a number of years and received my degree in parapsychology. Iāve completed a great number of research assignments in my time there and I went on to conduct some of my own research funded by the University.āĀ
āOdd. My colleagues and I were actually in a very similar situation a few years back. Small world I suppose. What research were you conducting?ā He leaned forward, hanging on your every word.Ā
āWell, I was performing some studies to determine the spike in paranormal activity in the New York area opposed to other states in the country. There has been almost triple activity in this area even just over the last several weeks and frankly, Iād like to know why.āĀ
āAnother incredible coincidence. Thatās exactly what Iām researching. I have some leads but nothing has been determined yet. Thatās why I need help. I donāt have the hands or the time to do all this myself.āĀ
āI understand. I couldnāt determine anything either, especially since I was forcibly removed from the University last week.āĀ
āThe more you speak, the more I feel like this is a perfect arrangement.ā He adds with a self satisfied smile.Ā āYouāre much like my colleagues and I in many ways. Iām very intrigued to find out what your mind has to offer. How early can you start?ā
āI can start right now!ā You say, a little too exuberantly.Ā
āI greatly appreciate your initiative and enthusiasm. Two very underrated qualities in the world of science. You canāt just do it because you must. You have to have a passion for it. It seems like thatās something you possess.ā His words have you absolutely beaming. Although you have to admit that he has certainly surprised you. Based on the ads you see on TV youād think Dr. Spengler would be rigid and cold. However, here he is talking about passion and giving off all the warmth and friendliness you can handle. Itās a very welcome change from what you had thought initially. You canāt wait to see what other surprises are in store for you.Ā āWell, since youāre currently available Iād like to catch you up to speed on my research. I can share notes with you. Do you have a notepad handy?ā He asks.Ā
āAlways.ā You reply smugly, pulling a pad of paper from inside of your bag. This causes an impressed smile to spread on his face as he starts gathering up his notes to show you. As soon as heās organized, he is off. His information comes at the speed of light but you wouldnāt dare ask him to slow down. You simply keep up to the best of your ability, writing down everything you can to study at home.Ā
After about an hour of being inches apart while comparing notes, Egon finally sets aside his last notepad. Taking a step back towards his chair you realize that youāre actually quite sad at the loss of warmth. He reclines back, extending an arm to the couch behind you both. You sit again, now recognizing that youāre quite exhausted from the rapid fire work the two of you had been doing for a while.
āWell, Iām quite happy with how today has gone. Needless to say, the job is yours. If youāll come in every day of the week during our normal business hours, we can get you set up with the proper equipment to continue our research.ā Hearing him call itĀ āourā research made your heart flutter.Ā āYouāll have weekends off. I can pay you minimum wage, I hope that is sufficient for your needs.āĀ
āThat works just fine for me.ā You add.Ā
āGood. Iām sorry it couldnāt be more. Do you have any questions?āĀ
āYes. Will I ever get an opportunity to meet your colleagues or will it always be you and I working together?āĀ
āOh yes, youāll certainly meet the others. When Ray isnāt busy on jobs he usually spends time here, working in the lab. Youāll most definitely cross paths with him. As for Venkman and Winston, Iāll introduce you. Since you are a part of the team now.ā Hearing him say that nearly knocked you out of your seat. Youāre part of the team now.Ā
āWonderful. Well, I donāt think I had any other questions.āĀ
āExcellent. If you do think of something donāt hesitate to give me a call. Iāll give you my number so that you can do so should you feel the need.ā He stands and writes down his phone number on a slip of paper, handing it to you as you stand too.Ā āWell, I wonāt wear you out on your first day. Youāre free to go but I will see you tomorrow.āĀ
āYes! Definitely. See you tomorrow.ā With that he leads you back to where you entered from, seeing you off as you run outside to hail a cab. On the ride back to your apartment itās all you can do not to scream out of sheer excitement. You were finally doing it. Making your dreams come true. You were almost sure thatās all it was, a dream. However, you knew that this was your reality now. Working with the Ghostbusters, doing exactly what youād been training your whole life for. God, you couldnāt wait for tomorrow to come.
You slept poorly, tossing and turning with excitement all night. When your alarm finally went off you jumped out of bed without a moment of hesitation. You had already picked out your outfit the night before, slipping it on as you headed for the door. Once again you did not eat breakfast, too ecstatic to ingest anything. Once you hailed a cab you were off, headed for your new workplace yet again.Ā Ā
When you headed into the Firehouse you were immediately greeted by Egon, who was standing right inside the door. As soon as he saw you he checked his watch.Ā āYouāre early. Thatās excellent. With all the work we must get done, itās important that youāre here as soon as you can be every day.ā You nodded as you walked towards the lab.
āYou know what they say! Early is on time, on time is late.ā
āI couldnāt agree more.ā He adds, straightening his lab coat.Ā āNow, I do want to prepare you. My colleagues are all waiting for us in the lab. I wanted to introduce you to all of them and catch them up to speed on our current research. They wonāt be around long so donāt worry.āĀ
Little did Egon know you were far from worried. After years of following their work you were on the verge of meeting all of the Ghostbusters. You couldnāt wait. Yet you knew you had to stay calm.Ā
When you finally stepped into the lab you saw that they were all crowded around a beaker of slime which sat on a workbench, watching it curiously. None of them dared touch it until Egon had arrived. Once you both came into view all three of them perked up, exchanging happy little smiles at the sight of you. You took up residence on the other side of the workbench, trying to contain yourself. Egon stood beside you and you looked at him expectantly.Ā
āGentlemen, Iād like to introduce you to Y/N L/N. My research assistant. I believe sheāll make a strong addition to the team.ā You beamed proudly at the introduction.Ā āY/N, this is Winston Zeddemore, Peter Venkman, and Ray Stantz. My colleagues.āĀ
You extended your hand to the first one in line, Winston. He took it happily. You went down the line like that as they all shook your hand.Ā
āWell itās a pleasure to meet you Miss L/N.ā Ray was first to speak.
āPlease, feel free to call me Y/N.ā You add.Ā
āWell, Y/N,ā Peter was next.Ā āIt is nice to meet you. Although Iām highly doubtful that youāre any kind of scientist.āĀ
āPeter, Iāve heavily vetted her myself. She is--ā Before Egon could finish defending you, the man continued his statement.Ā
āI only mean that I just donāt think pretty scientists exist. I mean, take a look at this ugly mug.ā He says with a laugh, pinching Egonās cheeks in his hand.Ā āYou are far too beautiful to be a scientist.āĀ
You look up at the man beside you who shares an annoyed glance down at you. You would never admit it but you highly disagreed with Peter. Egon was one of the most handsome men youād ever laid eyes on. Youād have to be blind not to notice his beautiful features. Of course the thought made you blush so you pushed it away, reengaging with Venkman.Ā āWell, thank you but I can assure you Iām highly qualified for this work. Trust me, I can get the job done.āĀ
āWell, Iām looking forward to seeing just how efficient you are.ā He said, giving you a little grin. You knew that he had meant something naughty by the way heād said it so you simply chose to ignore him.Ā
āI for one am glad to have you on the team.ā Winston added.Ā āItāll be nice not to be the new kid around here for once.āĀ
āMe too!ā Ray said.Ā āIām excited to have you around the lab. Weāll be working together every now and again. Canāt wait to get to know you.ā His response was heartfelt and you couldnāt help but smile.Ā
āNow that introductions are out of the way,ā Egon began.Ā āWeād like to show you what weāre working on.ā He prompted Ray, who had helped to begin this research. The man moved the container of slime into the middle of the nearby work table. Everyone crowded around, including you. You were very intrigued to see what research had been conducted thus far. Egon had told you all about the slime the day before but you hadnāt gotten a chance to see it. Now you were going to get a good look at what it was really capable of.Ā
āWatch this. Go ahead Ray.ā Egon began.Ā
āYou! You worthless piece of slime.ā Ray yells. As he does so, the slime begins to bubble. Only slightly but enough for you all to notice.Ā āYou ignorant disgusting blob!ā He continues.Ā
āYouāre nothing but an unstable short-chain molecule!ā Egon adds.Ā
āYou foul obnoxious muck.āĀ
āYou have a weak electrochemical bond.ā As the two take turns yelling at the slime it bubbles further, getting closer and closer to the top of the container.Ā
āI have seen some disgusting crud in my time, but you take the cake! You--ā As Ray begins to get out of hand, the other three rein him back in. The sight of the young scientist getting so invested in the bubbling slime makes you giggle a bit, unable to stop yourself.Ā
āThis is what you do with your spare time?ā Peter asks.Ā
āPeter, this is an incredible breakthrough. I mean, what a discovery! A psycho-reactive substance. Whatever this stuff is, it responds to human emotional states.ā You eye the slime, utterly fascinated.
āMood slime.ā Peter chimes in, simplifying the whole discovery down to a much more manageable but seemingly accurate term.Ā āOh baby.ā He adds in a seductive tone as he leans down towards the container, backing away quickly when the slime bubbles again.Ā
āYou mean this stuff actually feeds on bad vibes?ā Winston asks.Ā
āLike a cop in a donut factory.ā Ray affirms.
āWeāve been running tests to see if we can get an equally strong positive reaction.ā Egon says, nodding his head at the group.
āWhat kind of test?ā Peter asks after a brief pause.Ā
āWell, we sing to it, and we talk to it, and say supportive, nurturing things to it.ā Ray adds with a tinge of embarrassment.Ā
āYouāre not sleeping with it, are you, Ray?ā Venkman canāt help but joke. However, as soon as he says it there is a palpable tension between Egon and Ray. The two exchange a glance and you canāt help but notice the blush that comes to Egonās face. Winston and Peter join you in looking at Egon. Thatās when you all come to the same realization at the same moment.Ā Ā āOh you.āĀ
āItās always the quiet ones.ā Winston says incredulously.Ā
āYou hound!ā Venkman adds, holding in a laugh. Egon quickly clears his throat and begins to get up from his seat.Ā
āHow about the kinetic tests?ā Everyone walks across the room behind him but your mind wanders to that little comment. What could that have possibly meant? After only a day of knowing Egon, you found your mind wandering to the thought of what he got up to you in those hours of the day when he was by himself. Ashamed by your dirty mind, you brush the thoughts away and join the others.Ā
The next set of tests are particularly impressive and give you great insight into the slime. They took a small drizzle of slime and poured it into the open end of a toaster, setting it up on the table for all to see. After blasting some Jackie Wilson the toaster begins to pop and dance, making you all laugh. Once the two are done showing off their experiments the others vacate, leaving you and Egon alone.Ā
āIād like to continue my experimentation on the slime. Iād like you to help me take notes and observe for now.ā He instructs.Ā
āYes, of course.ā You pull out your personal notepad, getting your pencil ready. He dives right in, playing other kinds of music to see what might affect the slime and in what ways. You obediently take notes of its behavior, curious to see what will get it going.Ā
After another hour of work, Egon excuses himself briefly which leaves you in the lab completely by yourself. You cradle the notepad to your chest, watching the slime for a brief moment. Looking around to make sure you are truly alone, you take a step closer. A thought pops into your head. Rather than waiting for Egon, you decide to test your little theory for yourself. Clearing your throat, you start to sing the song that had played over the speaker earlier.Ā āI said your love keeps lifting me higher. Higher and higher, higher.ā You croon. As you do so the toaster bubbles and pops twice as much as it did before.Ā
āMagnificent!ā Egon exclaims. You jump back, ending the song once you know heās there.Ā āI didnāt expect such a reaction but I suppose it makes sense that the slime would react more strongly to a beautiful voice. Iām afraid Ray and I arenāt really singers.ā He immediately begins writing things down and you look over his shoulder, seeing if you had taken the same notes.Ā āSing to it again. Iād love to observe.āĀ
Now that you have to perform on the spot youāre suddenly quite nervous. You didnāt sing anywhere but the shower so this was very nerve wracking. Especially since you had already taken such a strong liking to the man who was now beside you. You wanted to impress him. Once again you clear your throat and start singing. The reaction is immediate, the toaster jumping to life at the sound of your voice. As you sang you couldnāt help but recall that Egon said you had a beautiful voice. For some reason the compliment made you blush.
After a moment you stopped however Egon kept writing, simply murmuring to himself.Ā āExcellent. Absolutely outstanding.ā He says before turning to look at you.Ā āYouāre already making terrific contributions to the research. Thank you.ā You nod your head shyly.Ā
āIām just glad I can help.ā You say with an earnest smile.Ā
āWell, I think weāve discovered a great deal. I look forward to seeing what tomorrow has in store. Youāre free to head home for the day.ā He says, turning away from you to continue writing things down.Ā
āOh. Okay. Well, Iāll see you tomorrow then.ā You canāt help how disappointed you feel that the day is over already. You could have stayed there in that lab with Egon for hours. However, you didnāt want to overstay your welcome so you grabbed your things and headed out the door. Once you were on the sidewalk you couldnāt help but let out a little squeal of happiness. This was everything you had hoped it would be. And more. After meeting Egon it was much better than you had even dreamed it. It was all you could do not to jump for joy but you contained yourself, hailing a cab. As great as today was, you couldnāt wait for more of this fascinating experimentation. Of course thatās not all you wanted more of but youād never say it out loud. Heading home, you decided to get an early jump on sleeping so that the next day would come sooner. That night you dreamt of ghosts and research and science and Egon.Ā
Aftercare with Egon is short but sweet. Heāll help clean you up, bringing you a warm cloth to relax you and make you feel as comfortable as possible. After that he will curl up in bed with you, arms wrapped tightly around you as you lay on his chest and fall asleep together. No words would be exchanged because you both know you donāt need them. Your bodies have done all the talking.Ā
B = Body Part
This is gonna be cheesy as hell but Egonās favorite part of you is your brain. Nothing turns him on more than your intelligence. When you speak in scientific terms or solve some complex equation he has to go take a cold shower afterwards. It really just gets him going to see what you can do. Although he has to admit that his favorite thing about your brain is your orbitofrontal cortex, the part of the brain that helps you experience pleasure. Egon really loves nothing more than making you feel good. Seeing you come apart under his touch is enough to send him reeling. Thereās just something about the way you move, the way you moan, and the way you respond to him that drives the man absolutely wild. He will never tire of pleasuring you.
Egonās favorite part of himself is also his brain. He knows that heās smart. That has never been in question. When it comes to science he knows everything there is to know. Itās not until he meets you that he realizes his intelligence is good for other things as well. Such as remembering exactly what spots make you cum the hardest, figuring out just what to say to make you squirm, and knowing just how to use his hands, mouth, and cock to bring you the most pleasure. Before Egon youād never been with a scientist but now that youāve found him there is no turning back. He will never hesitate to use that head of his to make you come completely undone beneath him.Ā
C = CumĀ
Egon actually doesnāt mind when things get a little messy. He likes to see his cum splattered across your stomach or your breasts. His favorite is collecting some on his fingers and making you taste him. The feeling of your tongue sliding against him as you eagerly lick all of him up is so delicious. Heās not the biggest fan of cumming inside of you simply because he hasnāt exactly figured children into the equation of his life just yet. Thatās not to say he wouldnāt like some one day, just notĀ now. However the day that he decides heās ready to paint your insides with his seed will be an absolutely glorious one.Ā
D = Dirty Secret
Egon loves every single sexual interaction heās ever had with you but there is one particular instance that truly stands out in his mind. Heād never admit to you how much of an effect it has had on him. It will always be his secret little fantasy. It was a late afternoon and the two of you were alone in the Firehouse. You both sat in the main room doing work as usual but you were feeling particularly needy. In a desperate attempt to get Egonās attention you stood from your chair and strolled to the fire pole, placing your hand on it and spinning round it. It wasnāt long before his eyes met yours as your body moved around the pole, maneuvering and writhing beautifully. Soon he had you backed against that very same pole with his cock buried deep inside of you. That will always be his favorite encounter with you. There was something about it that sent him over the edge, making him completely feral and rendering him helpless at your touch.Ā
E = Experience
Egon may not be the most experienced in terms of sex but that doesnāt mean heās not good at it. In fact, heās pretty excellent in the bedroom simply because of his knowledge of the female anatomy. He knows exactly which spots cause a wave of pleasure to wash over you and heās not afraid to exploit that information. After being with you though he gets plenty of experience under his belt. To the point where he knows your body better than you do. There have even been times where all it took was a clever curl of his fingers to send you over the edge. He replays those moments over and over in his mind.Ā
F = Favorite Position
His favorite position is when the two of you are sitting in an armchair together, your back pressed against him while your legs are spread over the arms. Thereās something about it thatās so intimate to him. Feeling your body so close to his as heās kissing and snuggling into your neck. Running his hands up and down your thighs as he drills up into you. Not to mention how deep heās able to fuck you like that. Itās such a good position for both of you that itās your favorite too.Ā
G = GoofyĀ
Egon can be goofy sometimes but not all the time. For the most part he takes lovemaking very seriously but he can have his moments. If something goes wrong he wouldnāt want you to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. He would just laugh it off and make some cute little joke while reassuring you before getting back to business.Ā
H = Hair
Egon isnāt trimmed. Heās got a thick bush of dark curly hair around the base of his cock plus a nice little trail of hairs down his stomach.Ā
I = Intimacy
Egon loves being intimate with you. When you guys first started having sex, he was a little bit awkward since he didnāt have quite as much experience as you and since he liked you so much. He didnāt want to mess anything up so he was a bit nervous which threw him a bit off kilter. However, you were quick to reassure him and guided him through the whole moment. After that first time he realized how much he loved that sense of intimacy with you. It felt so right to him. Now he is a master of intimacy. He knows just how to make each moment more special than the last and he loves playing into that heated passion that the two of you share so often with each other.Ā
J = Jack-Off
Egon doesnāt really touch himself. The only time he has ever done so was upon your request. If itās something you want heāll give it to you but past that he doesnāt ever feel the need. For him, pleasure is not just about the orgasm. Itās about the intimacy of being with another person and making one another feel things that you could never feel alone. Itās about the warmth of your body and the way you respond to his touch. Itās not just about getting off so he doesnāt really do it. If he really needs to cum heāll go to you and explain his predicament. Of course youāre always more than happy to attend to his needs.
K = Kinks
One of Egonās biggest kinks is his stocking kink. To him, the sight of you in a pair of stockings and strappy high heels is absolute heaven. Especially if youāre wearing them while the two of you have sex. He loves touching your covered legs, sometimes even rubbing his cock between your thighs until heās right on the edge. When heās in a particular kind of mood heāll tear your pantyhose so that he has full access to you, pulling you into him by the ripped material. Another one of his biggest kinks is his praise kink. He could cum just from the sound of your voice telling him how good he feels, how much you love his cock. Heāll turn around and praise you right back, of course. When the two of you make love itās just one big praise fest, words of affirmation falling from your lips until youāve both come undone against one another. He loves the feel of you and he has to tell you so.
L = Location
Egon loves to fuck you anywhere in the Firehouse. In your comfy bed, on the kitchen table, underneath the desk, even up against the old fire pole. He doesnāt like the idea of getting caught though so heāll only venture outside the bedroom if the two of you are completely alone in the Firehouse. However if the two of you are alone and heās in the mood, heāll take you right then and there without hesitation.
M = Motivation
Egon is pretty easy to get going. Just the sight of you, looking the way you do, makes him rock hard almost instantly. He honestly didnāt know that he was so easy to get to until he was with you. He didnāt feel extremely strong sexual attraction for anyone in particular. Thatās when he met you. As soon as your paths crossed, it was game over. Now all it takes is one sexy little look and heās on his knees for you.Ā
N = No
He really hates anything that would hurt you. He doesnāt hit you, he doesnāt degrade you, he doesnāt do anything that might make you uncomfortable. Heās also not interested in bondage. He loves the feeling of your hands on him too much to tie you up.Ā
O = Oral
Oral on Egon? Oh my god, forget about it. Itās so fucking good. He loves it. At first whenever youād offer to give him head he would refuse. He would be really nervous about you giving him that pleasure. He knows that he would be an absolute mess at just the feeling of your mouth on him. And by god was he right. Whenever you finally are able to give him oral, it is the most amazing experience for both of you. Youād sit him on the edge of the bed and trail your hands up his thighs. Your nails on his skin would have him whimpering. When you finally put your mouth on him he falls apart almost instantly. That first time it takes only a few minutes before heās bursting in your mouth. Once heās over that initial hump of nerves he loves when you suck his cock. Itās honestly one of his favorite experiences. He loses it every time you get on your knees.
Honestly, Egon just has a bit of an oral fixation. He loves to eat you out. That was actually the first sexual experience the two of you ever shared together. It started as a mostly innocent make out session but quickly turned into you being on your back as he lapped at your folds like a starved man. You were surprised by how good he was at it that first time. With practically no experience he was able to make you cum harder than you ever had before. Now, heās pretty much an expert. There has never been an instance in which he wasnāt able to make you cum with his mouth. Heās really got a talent for it. Not only that but itās pretty much his favorite activity. He would rather eat you out than do anything else. Before you can even begin to ask for it heās got you on the bed writhing under his skilled tongue.Ā
P = Pace
Egon likes to take it slow. There have only been a small handful of times when heās gone quick. For the most part, slow and steady wins the race with him. He just loves to take his time to make you feel as good as possible.Ā And even when he does go quick he's completely dedicated to your pleasure. It's all part of the intimacy aspect for him.
Q = Quickie
Egon doesn't really do quickies. Again, to him sex isnāt just about getting off. Itās about sharing a special moment with that special person. Of course his special person is you and only you. If there was an occasion where you both just really needed it he wouldnāt be completely opposed but the majority of the time heād rather take his time. He wants to go slow and be thorough with you.Ā
R = Risk
As a man of science and especially as a Ghostbuster, Egon is no stranger to taking risks. However, in you he finds his constant. His rock, his firm foundation. He doesnāt need to take risks when heās with you. Heād rather take solace in the comfort that is you.Ā
S = Stamina
His stamina is good. When the two of you first started dating, he wasnāt able to last terribly long. That first time was amazing but short. Every time since heās found his self control more and more, being able to last a little longer each time. Thatās another reason he likes to go slowly. He knows if he goes too quickly heāll finish long before heās done with you. He wants to make sure that you feel absolute pleasure so heād much rather be tender. He does have a fairly slow recovery time though. Once heās cum one time, he has to wait a few hours before he can go again. Thatās why he must take his time. You better believe heās not going to leave you wanting.Ā
T = Toys
Egon does have a fascination with toys. If he had to choose, heād rather use his hands, mouth, and tongue. However, that doesnāt stop him from taking advantage of the technology. Seeing you writhe beneath the vibrator he holds steadily against your clit makes him feel so good. It brings him so much pleasure to bring you pleasure. Why wouldnāt he use all the tools at his disposal to do so?Ā
U = Unfair
Egon doesnāt really have it in him to be unfair to you. The moment your begging cries slip from your lips heās on his knees for you, doing anything and everything you want. Thatās basically all it takes for him to give in. He canāt stand to leave you wanting for anything.Ā
V = Volume
Heās not loud but he is vocal. During those intimate moments heās moaning, whimpering, pleading, uttering praises, and generally coming undone for you. Itās his way of showing you how much he enjoys being with you. He wants you to know just what you do to him. Those sweet little noises drive you totally wild.Ā āThatās it, my love. So good for me.āĀ āYour body is exquisite. I canāt get enough of you.āĀ āDonāt ever stop making love to me. I need you like oxygen.āĀ
W = Wild Card
Egon has the absolute most adorable quirk when heās making love. No matter how serious and intimate the moment, he always smiles when heās fucking you. Itās like an involuntary response. He literally just canāt help it. The moment that heās inside you his lips curl into a grin while heās huffing and panting and moaning. The first time you had sex it was the first thing you noticed. You didnāt say anything to him though because you didnāt want him to stop doing it. You thought it was the sweetest thing youād ever seen. It got to the point where you started doing the same thing since you watched him do it so much. Now anytime the two of you have sex itās all cute smiles.Ā
X = X-Ray
Egon is about 6 inches, thin, and straight as an arrow with a few veins. The tip of his cock is thick, colored a delicate pink color.Ā
Y = Yearning
Egon has a high sex drive but only after meeting you. Before the two of you were together he never felt that drive for sex. Now that he has you, the love of his life, he wants you nearly all the time. He is able to contain it fairly well but the moment that you tell him how much you need him, he shows his true colors. Heās a needy and desperate mess for you on the inside. You love when you get to see that side of him.Ā Ā
Z = ZZZ
He falls asleep quickly after sex. Once youāve both come down from your highs, heāll help you clean up and cuddle you close before passing out in your arms. Youāll usually stay awake for a while after he falls asleep, watching him and carressing his skin until youāre also drifting off. You both sleep so well in one anotherās arms.Ā
Bucky - Bucky is a bit of a classic gamer. He can handle an arcade game like no one youāve ever seen. When you introduce him to the world of at home gaming he is very intrigued. The first few times you show him he simply sits back and watches happily. He enjoys seeing you in your element. Later he asks if he can try. You gladly give up the controller, watching him pick up the game like a fish to water. Heās so good at it. However, he still prefers the classics. So after that heād rather just sit and watch and go to the arcade from time to time.Ā
Loki - At first Loki finds your games quite silly. When he sees you playing and you explain to him what youāre doing he would turn his nose up a bit.Ā āGames are for children.ā He comments absentmindedly before leaving the room. However he couldnāt help but watch one night and what he saw really impressed him. You moved through the levels with such ease and comfortability that he couldnāt help but stay to watch. After that night, he was hooked. He never wants to play with you but heās become quite fond of watching. He even praises you often when you beat a level or achieve a task.Ā
Tony - Tony is a bit of a gamer himself. Not nearly as in depth as you but he knows his way around a controller. He used to love first person shooters. He was actually quite good at them too. However, after what happened in New York heās been a bit skittish around the more violent games. It feels too immersive sometimes. Thatās when you introduce him to some cozier games. He finds that he enjoys gaming much more when thereās not so much pressure. He really likes Minecraft. He could sit there and build with you for hours. The two of you now have a standing Minecraft date every Friday night.Ā
Steve - Steve is super confused by your games at first. When he sees the high definition graphics and the complex set of tasks heās kind of blown away, commenting how impressive it is that you can keep track of everything. Wanting to immerse him in your favorite pastime you try to warm him up to playing with you. The first time he actually gets a bit frustrated when he canāt figure it out. However, pretty soon he picks it up and plays with you from time to time. Now you switch off between watching and playing, finding it a delightful way to spend time together. Although he doesnāt admit it, heād much rather just watch you play rather than picking up a controller for himself.Ā
Frank - Frank is actually a big gamer himself. He loves to relax on the couch at the end of a tough week and mindlessly play a violent video game. It wasnāt until he met you that he discovered other types of games. Heās warmed up to other genres although his favorite is still the classic first person shooters. The two of you always find time to curl up together and play a game. Heās very lovey when youāre playing together. Heāll usually have you situated between his legs, wrapping his arms around your waist as he maneuvers the controller. Itās his favorite when you play shooter games with him. Thereās something about seeing you so expertly handle a gun in game that just does something to him. He loves gaming even more after meeting you. Something about that time together is very special to him.Ā
Stephen - Stephen does not game. He finds the whole notion kind of below him. He would never deny you something that made you happy though. So he does try. There have been a handful of occasions where heās sat and watched you play although in all instances he ended up falling asleep on the couch. There have also been a handful of times when youāve both played together. He indulges you just because he loves you so much but itās not something that happens very often. When it does he usually quits within an hour, finding some excuse to be done early. Heād much rather just leave you to yourself when youāre gaming, letting you do what makes you happy without any kind of interruption.Ā
Vision - Vision is naturally a whiz at games. Itās not his favorite hobby but there are definitely times when he is in the mood to game with you. He likes puzzle games the best. Anything that engages the mind. He loves watching you work out the complex rules and steps in order to win. Your intelligence is incredibly attractive to him so seeing your beautiful sexy brain in action is absolutely peak for him. Although for him, a good majority of the games you play are somewhat boring to him since he finds them so simple. His favorite moments are when he is cooking dinner and can watch you playing your game from the kitchen as he works. Itās the perfect amount of stimulation and entertainment for him. Heād much rather do that.Ā
Druig - Druig does like to game with you. He gets very competitive when he does though. Part of you loves it and part of you hates it. It doesnāt matter what the game is, he can always find a way to make a competition out of it. If youāre playing a first person shooter, heāll bet you he can kill more bad guys than you. If itās a puzzle game, he guarantees he can solve the puzzle faster than you. If itās a farming game, heās sure that heāll grow more crops than you do. Itās all in a joking spirit though. He never actually means to compete with you. He just finds your huffy little reactions quite entertaining. Itās especially fun when you get into the spirit of it with him, trying to beat him at whatever challenge heās given you at that moment.Ā
Dane - Dane is really bad at games but heās got the spirit. Itās always so delightful when you watch him playing a game. Itās never frustrating or hindering. You just patiently guide him through the tasks, watching intently as he completes them one at a time. You find that farming games are really good to play with him. Heās better at those than any other kind of game. You just give him one task at a time. As he completes a task heāll happily ask what he can do next. Itās kind of funny sometimes but you would never tell Dane how bad he is. You just keep letting him think heās a game whiz and enjoying his company as the two of you play together. Itās also nice when he scoots close by your side and links arms with you as you play.Ā
Mav is actually surprisingly good at aftercare. After so many hookups in his youth youād think he wouldnāt be so good with the aftercare but when itās you. Oh man, he takes care of you so good. Heāll hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay. He wouldnāt leave your side for a second. He would just cuddle you in his arms and kiss your forehead and chat with you until you fall asleep, making sure that you are completely safe and sound before passing out.Ā
B = Body Part
Maverickās favorite body part on you is your ass. He is for sure an ass man and you have the sweetest butt heās ever seen. He absolutely loves cupping it in his hands and kneading your flesh there while he fucks you. He loves being in public and sneaking a pinch or a tap on your ass, causing you to giggle and playfully hit him on the arm. He also loves fucking you from behind so that he can play with your ass. He absolutely adores watching you walk away so he can take in the sight of your perfect butt swaying side to side as you strut. The man is just the biggest slut for your pretty ass. He canāt get enough.Ā
Maverickās favorite body part on himself is his mouth. Letās be honest, the man loves to hear himself talk. Not only that though, he loves the wonderful things he can do with his mouth. He can tell you he loves you, tell you how beautiful you are. He can kiss your sweet lips, run his tongue over your own. He can trail his mouth down your body and kiss over your stomach until heās tonguing his way through your panties, licking over your sensitive clit. God, he loves the way you react whenever he puts his mouth on you. It drives him wild.Ā
C = CumĀ
Mav honestly doesnāt have a huge preference for where his cum goes. He loves all of his options. He gets to see you painted with his seed like a gorgeous masterpiece that deserves to be put on display. He gets to feel it shooting down your throat as you look up at him with those pretty eyes, swallowing it all like a perfectly good girl. Or he gets to feel it pumping deep inside of your tight little holes, filling you to the brim until you canāt take anymore. All of that sounds wonderfully appealing to him, he would have a hard time choosing.Ā
D = Dirty SecretĀ
Honestly, I donāt think he has any dirty secrets. Anything he thinks about or wants to try he openly shares with you. If it turns him on, heās told you about it at least once. He wouldnāt hide anything from you if there was a chance for it to bring you both some pleasure.Ā
E = ExperienceĀ
PeteĀ āMaverickā Mitchell has seen his way around. In his younger days he used to sleep around quite a bit. Once he got older he didnāt sleep around as much but he still found a way to satisfy his needs here and there. He definitely knows what heās doing. When he was younger he was all about his own pleasure and doing what would make him feel good. Now that heās older he sees the value and joy in bringing a woman to the brink over and over again only to make her topple over that delicious peak, unraveling at his fingertips. He loves to make his woman cum and he uses every bit of his experience to find the perfect way to bring you all the pleasure you can take.Ā Ā
F = Favorite Position
His favorite position is taking you from behind. He absolutely adores slamming his hips into yours as he takes your ass in his hands, giving you a good hard smack every now and again. He also loves how deep he can get in that position, loving the effect it has on you. A close second would be reverse cowgirl. He loves to lay back and enjoy the view of your pretty ass while you bounce up and down on his cock, making the both of you feel as absolutely exquisite as possible.Ā Ā
G = GoofyĀ
Maverick doesnāt take himself too seriously. He knows how to take a joke and how to make one as well. One of his favorite things is seeing you smile so even when youāre in the heat of the moment he isnāt afraid to crack a joke just to see that gorgeous grin light up your face. He also knows that sometimes sex can be awkward and things can go wrong. When that happens heāll just laugh it off to save either of you any embarrassment. He wants any moment with you to feel special and joyous, not filled with too much pressure or nervousness. Thatās why he likes to keep the mood light and fun and filled with laughter. Because with you, heās always in the best of moods.Ā
H = Hair
He doesnāt have very much hair down there to begin with and any that he does have he keeps very neatly trimmed.
I = IntimacyĀ
No matter what, Mav is going to make you feel like youāre the only girl in the world. He wants you to feel as special as you are. Heās always going to make sure you feel as loved as you deserve to feel. Even when heās being rougher with you or things are getting goofy in the bedroom, you always feel that lingering sense of intimacy because of how much he loves you. Every moment is special with him.
J = Jack-Off
He doesnāt jack off as much as he did in his youth but he still gets himself off every now and again when he really needs to. His preferred method of masturbation is when youāre in bed next to him, touching yourself while you each got off to the sight of one another.Ā
K = Kinks
Okay, look. Maverick most definitely has a Captain kink. If you were to call him Captain in the bedroom? Oh my god, he absolutely loves it. It drives him crazy to hear you moaning out his title as heās pounding into you, making your back arch. He also loves to receive degradation. If you tell him that heās not doing a good enough job of making you feel good it wonāt discourage him. It will just spur him on to give you the best fucking of your life. You have to be careful about degrading him though because every time that you do you wake up limping the next day. What can I say? The man loves a challenge.Ā
L = LocationĀ
The only place that Mav would be really opposed to fucking you is anywhere on base. He wouldnāt want to risk getting caught there but other than that, he will fuck you just about anywhere that he feels the urge. Whether youāre out at a bar or on the beach or at home, heāll happily have his way with you. The thought of getting caught someplace like that is actually really exciting to him. Now that heās getting on in years he has to be a little more careful than when he was young but the man still knows how to be risky and have a good time.Ā
M = Motivation
You are his number one motivation. Everything about you drives him wild. Your scent, your voice, even just the sight of you is enough to get him hard. Heās never met a woman that has had that kind of effect on him until you. With you heās practically always turned on.Ā
N = NoĀ
Anything messy would be off limits so food and toilet play are a no go for him. He would also never degrade you in any way, shape, or form. He respects you way too much to ever say a bad word about you. Other than that, just about anything is free game for him.
O = OralĀ
When he was younger, getting his cock sucked was like a dream come true. Now that heās older, itās not his favorite thing in the world. Now, donāt get him wrong. The feeling of your tongue running up and down his shaft will make his toes curl every damn time but he finds that there are so many better ways for the both of you to experience pleasure. Despite how much you love to suck his cock, he doesnāt think itās fair to ask you to only give him pleasure without being able to give something in return. Thatās why heād much rather 69 so that he can give you a little pleasure while you make him feel good.Ā
There is nothing Maverick loves more than eating your pussy. Itās his absolute favorite pastime. He will devour you like a starving man. There are some nights where all heāll do is lay there and eat you out. The taste of you is something he wishes he could remember forever. The flavor of your cunt is the sweetest, most delicious thing heās ever tasted. He could bury his face between your legs for the rest of his life. He absolutely adores the way you squirm and buck your hips against his face as he uses his tongue to make your back arch and your pussy throb. God he canāt get enough of you.
P = Pace
Maverick knows what pace is right for the moment. He can judge what you need and is always more than happy to give it to you. If you want it fast, the man has got a need for speed. If you need it rough and deep, heāll bury himself to the hilt until your squirming against him. If you desire slow and intimate, thatās just what youāre going to get. Just say the word and youāll get everything you want and more.Ā
Q = QuickieĀ
This man is never against a quickie. Of course he loves to take his time with you, seeing just how he can push your buttons but he also knows that there are times when he just needs to get it out of his system. On those days heāll find you wherever youāre at and give you a quick but extremely satisfying fuck. Then heāll just give you a little tap on the ass and a kiss on the cheek before heading back to work.Ā
R = RiskĀ
Maverick loves to take risks. Public sex is a big one for him. If youāre somewhere where thereās a chance you might get caught, itās all the more exciting for him. He also loves to try new things with you. If you tell him about a position you want to try or a new kink thatās caught your interest, heāll definitely do it. He just wants to please you more than anything and he will do whatever you want to see you writhing in ecstasy. So heās more than willing to try new things if youāre into it.Ā
S = StaminaĀ
Heās in really good shape and heās able to last for a decent amount of time. He can go maybe two or three rounds in a night with breaks in between. And if itās a rare night where heās not able to last for more than a round, that does not mean at all that heās going to stop pleasuring you. Heāll be between your legs making you feel good with his tongue and his fingers until you canāt take anymore.Ā Ā
T = Toys
Maverick is a little bit old fashioned on this one. He doesnāt really use toys. Heās not at all opposed to you having them and he thinks itās a lot of fun to watch you use them on yourself but heās not usually the one operating them. He will if you ask him to but other than that, itās not his jam. He prefers seeing what he can do to you all on his own.Ā
U = Unfair
Maverick. Is. Such. A. Tease. He absolutely loves doing everything in his power to render you completely helpless. He adores the look on your face and the noises you make whenever he forces you to cum over and over again until you canāt take anymore. On the opposite end of the spectrum he loves hearing the way you beg when he doesnāt let you cum. Youād be an absolute mess, crying out and pleading for him to let you cum but heād simply shake his head and keep torturing you. Heād keep his eyes locked on yours until he finally decides that youāve had enough and lets you come undone on his fingers and tongue. This man is absolutely the biggest tease.Ā
V = Volume
Maverick isnāt necessarily loud but heās super vocal. He loves to talk to you while he fucks you. Heāll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, praise you, guide and direct you. Anything just to see how you react to his voice. He knows how much you love it when he dirty talks to you and so he does it as much as he can. Anything to please you.Ā
W = Wild Card
One of Maverickās favorite fucks that heās ever had with you happened during the middle of the summer. The two of you were riding on his motorcycle down an abandoned road and you hollered in his ear how much you wanted him. He pulled to the side of the road right then and there. He propped you up against his bike, spread your legs, and fucked you just like that. It was so hot to him and sometimes heāll reminisce on it while touching himself.Ā
X = X-RayĀ
He is a healthy six and a half inches and very girthy with a few very prominent veins curling around the length of his cock.Ā
Y = Yearning
He has a pretty healthy sex drive. Heās not rearing to go all the time but he can get it up when the momentās right. He can control himself while heās working but all that pent up adrenaline from flying comes out in the form of sexual frustration when heās finally home to you. Thatās when you get to see just how high his sex drive really is.Ā
Z = ZZZ
Mav doesnāt pass out as soon as heās done. He likes to sit up with you for a while and just talk. He likes to hear about how your day was, whatās on your mind, how work is going, what he likes about you, how much he loves you. Just whatever comes to mind. Once he can see that youāre dozing off he quiets down so you can sleep. Heāll only go to sleep after youāve fallen asleep though. He likes to make sure that youāre comfortable and safe before he can even shut his eyes.Ā
Steve Rogers is the KING of aftercare. The moment that the two of you are done heās jumping into action to take care of you. Heād help you to the bathroom, starting a bath for you so that he can help wash you off. While you relax in the tub heād bring you a glass of water and anything else you might need to feel comfortable and at ease. Once youāre done heād pat your body dry before helping you back into the bed, curling up beside you. Heād stroke your hair and kiss your forehead sweetly. He would praise you relentlessly, telling you how well you did for him and how much he loves you. He would stay like that until youāve fallen asleep, watching over you like a hawk.Ā
B = Body Part
Steveās favorite body part on you is your breasts. Of course heād never admit it to you but you can tell by the way he acts that he has a special appreciation for them. Youāll purposefully wear dresses with a little bit of cleavage, grinning as you watch him stumble over his words. Heās unable to stop himself from staring when you dress up like that for him. And no matter what position youāre in, his hands are on your breasts while heās making love to you. Kneading your soft flesh and sucking little love bites into them. He also loves to play with your nipples, adoring the way you react when he does.Ā
Steveās favorite body part on himself is his eyes. He loves the ability to look at you. He just adores taking in your form. No matter what you look like, you are the most beautiful woman ever in his eyes. He could watch you move for hours. He loves looking at you more than anything. Thatās why his eyes are his favorite body part. Because of their ability to behold the most gorgeous woman heās ever seen. He counts his lucky stars every single day that he is worthy of you.Ā
C = CumĀ
Steve feels a little nervous about cumming inside of you. He knows that birth control is a much more prominent thing now but he still questions its efficiency and he has no idea what would happen if he were to get you pregnant. A super serum baby could make things complicated for the two of you and he doesnāt want to cause any unnecessary problems so he would prefer to pull out and cum on you. Thatās not to say he doesnāt absolutely love the way you look covered in his seed but itās also a bit of necessity in his mind.Ā
D = Dirty Secret
The only real time that Steve fucks you hard is when he sees another man near you. He hates admitting to his own jealousy but seeing you with another man makes him incredibly possessive. He wants you to belong to him and only him so when youāre in the presence of other men he gets very protective. Heāll find a way to get extra close to you, holding you by the waist or taking your hand so everyone sees his claim on you. Then whenever you get him heāll be a little rougher with you than usual and you donāt know why. Over time you figure it out but Steve would never own up to it. On those nights heād leave hickeys all over your body so that he knows that you belong to him.Ā
E = ExperienceĀ
Steve is not very experienced. Thatās not to say heās a virgin or anything but heās not the most experienced of men. When he gets with you he hasnāt been with very many people so everything feels fairly new with you. Not to mention that he loves you with all his heart and that makes everything feel a bit more heightened. There are definitely a lot of things that you would be able to teach him in your escapades. He loves it when you teach him new things and show him all the things that make you feel absolutely exquisite.Ā Ā
F = Favorite Position
Steve is a traditional man. He loves missionary. The view of you beneath him, holding on like your life depends on it as you arch your back into his body drives him wild. This is a perfect position for him to grab onto your breasts, tweaking your nipples and sucking them into his mouth while he pounds into you from above. He especially loves it when you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him deeper inside of you. He adores whenever you show him how much you want him. There are so many things that make it his favorite.Ā
G = GoofyĀ
Steve is not goofy in the bedroom. He takes sex very seriously. In his mind it is the physical manifestation of his love for you and thatās not something to joke around about. If thereās a little mishap like knocking your head or bumping into each other, heās more likely to get embarrassed than anything. If something like that were to happen heād work twice as hard to pleasure you to make up for it.Ā
H = Hair
Steve has kept up his habits from the army so he likes to keep things fairly tidy. Heāll trim himself up down there as often as he needs. Over time he doesnāt care quite as much about keeping himself so neatly trimmed but even then he doesnāt like to let things get too unruly.Ā Ā
I = IntimacyĀ
Steve is all about intimacy in the bedroom. To him, sex is not just sex. Itās the way that he shows you that he loves you with all of his being. That every single part of him belongs to you. Even on the rare occasions when heās a little rougher with you he still makes sure that you know how much he loves you the whole time. Heāll find little ways to portray his love for you like holding your hand, brushing the hair out of your face, or kissing your forehead while heās deep inside of you. No matter what the circumstances, he wants you to know that he adores you and that he belongs completely to you.Ā Ā
J = Jack-Off
Steve would literally always rather have your hands on him. Thereās nothing that gets him off faster than the feeling of you touching him but he knows thatās not always practical, especially when heās off on missions. Thatās about the only time that heās willing to jack off and even when he does itās while heās thinking of you.
K = Kink
Steve 100% has a praise kink. Not only does he love doling out the praise, he also loves receiving it. Itās his absolute favorite thing in the world to hear you moaning out how good he feels and how much you love him. He also loves the effect he has on you when he tells you how good youāre doing for him. He also loves to be calledĀ āCaptainā orĀ āSirā in the bedroom. Hearing you whimper his title as heās fucking into you deep and hard is enough to make him cum every time.Ā
L = Location
Steve prefers to fuck you in the privacy of your bedroom. He hasnāt had a place of his own since he used to live in his own apartment back in Brooklyn in the 40s. So whenever he finally has his own place he loves to enjoy the space with you. He doesnāt like the idea of other people having their eyes on you, especially in such a vulnerable way. That view is for him and him only. Heās much more comfortable when youāre in a space where he can lock the door and draw the blinds.Ā
M = Motivation
Anytime you wear something that shows off a little bit of skin, it drives Steve absolutely crazy. Just the sight of you is enough to get him going. If you really want to make him hot under the collar, strip in front of him. Sit him down at the end of the bed and put on a show for him. Thatāll get him hard faster than anything else. Heād be a blushing mess as he watches intently while you peel off every layer of clothing. Add a lap dance to the equation and youāre definitely gonna have Steve busting out of his pants. He just adores the sight of you.Ā
N = NoĀ
Steve is totally against trying anything in public. He wants to keep you all to himself. Also heās Americaās golden child so he wouldnāt want to risk anyone seeing him in such a vulnerable light. He also wouldnāt want to try anything that could seriously hurt you. If you ask him to choke or spank you heād be willing to try it for your pleasure but anything beyond that would be too much for him.Ā
O = OralĀ
As much as he may want to deny it, Steve loves when you suck his cock. The feeling of your mouth wrapped around him is the most delectable thing ever to him. He loves a slow blowjob. When you really take your time bobbing your head up and down, letting your tongue run over every single inch of him. He would hold a gentle hand in your hair as you suck him off but he would totally let you control the pace. He would never face fuck you or push too hard.Ā
Steve loves going down on you as much as he loves when you go down on him. Steve is a huge pleasure dom so giving to you is one of his favorite things to do. He would absolutely adore the sounds you make and the feeling of your hips bucking up into his mouth as he holds you down, bringing you to the brink over and over again with his tongue. I will say that as much as he loves to please you and see in you blinding ecstasy he also loves to torture you a bit, giving you as much as you can possibly handle just to see how much pleasure you can take. And the man is impossibly good with his mouth.Ā
P = Pace
Steve would have to use incredible self control to be gentle with you. Over time heās learned to control his strength easier than when he was first turned into a super soldier but itās still hard when heās feeling so passionate to be gentle with you. He has a tendency to go a little faster and harder than he may mean to but heās always trying to be easy on you. His favorite times with you are when heās able to control himself enough to go slowly, really taking his time with you.Ā
Q = Quickie
Steve has enough patience to wait until he can get you into the bedroom before making love to you. Once youāre there he doesnāt mind a quickie every now and again but for the most part he loves to take his time with you. He enjoys seeing every single reaction, hearing every noise you make, feeling every jolt of your body. He would spend hours exploring your body until youāre both satisfied.Ā Ā
R = Risk
Steve does like to try new things with you so long as itās in the safety of your bedroom and it stays between the two of you. He doesnāt like to go sharing his escapades with his teammates. Heād rather it stay your little secret. That being said, he does enjoy trying new things. He likes seeing what things bring you pleasure and what new ways he can help you experience ecstasy. There are certain lines that he wonāt cross but heās still willing to explore with you and learn new things.
S = StaminaĀ
Look, Steve is a super soldier. The man has stamina. Heād be able to go for several rounds and those rounds would be able to last for a long time. Most often youāre the one tapping out, not Steve. He is willing to go for as long as heās got the stamina which is a long time.Ā
T = Toys
Steve would be fascinated by your toys. He doesnāt own any himself but you have a few that the two of you use on each other from time to time. While he loves doing anything to make you feel good he canāt deny the fact that he especially loves it when you use them on him. Thereās something about the way your vibrator feels on the head of his cock that sends him over the edge every time. He doesnāt usually ask for it but you can tell when thatās what heās craving. You like to give him the things he wants and he absolutely adores the tender way that you touch him with the vibrator, knowing where he needs it.Ā
U = Unfair
All you have to do is bat your sweet little eyes at him and he almost always caves, giving you exactly what you want. There are a few times when heāll be a little more cruel but even his cruelty is based on giving you as much as you can possibly take. His favorite is when he goes down on you for hours, making you cum as many times as you possibly can. Other than that heās pretty likely to give in to you.Ā
V = Volume
Steve isnāt super loud in the bedroom but he is very vocal. He likes to lean down into your ear and whisper praises to you, telling you all manner of sweet loving things as heās pounding into you. The little noises that he does make really get you going since theyāre somewhat rare. The sounds of him moaning and grunting in your ear are your absolute favorite. However, over time he starts to get a little louder. He just has to accustom himself to the idea of using his voice in that way. He has grown so used to being quiet because of living in small apartments and bunking with other men in the army that heās just not used to being able to make noises like that.Ā
W = Wild Card
Steve doesnāt understand a lot of things about the modern world and its technologies but the one big thing that heās very grateful for is the ability to receive and send nudes. Ever since you sent the first one heās become obsessed with being able to look at your naked body anywhere anytime. Especially when heās on missions. Itās just about one of the only things that gets him through the long times when heās away from you. The moment you send him a sexy pic heāll have to sneak away to get himself off, unable to help it when youāre showing yourself off for him like that. Itās one of his favorite things.Ā
X = X-Ray
Steve is about eight inches and completely straight. Heās got several thick veins running around the shaft and heās fairly smooth.Ā
Y = Yearning
Itās not the only thing thatās on his mind. He doesnāt really think about it until heās alone with you or until you suggest something to him. If you start talking all sexy to him or sending him pics throughout the day, he canāt help but let his mind wander in that direction. However, his sex drive is fairly average. Maybe just a little higher than average.Ā
Z = ZZZ
Steve has done a lot of sleeping in his lifetime. Now he doesnāt sleep nearly as much or nearly as well as he used to. He would much rather stay up and watch over you, making sure that youāre safe and secure before dozing off himself. Sometimes if itās early in the night heāll gently get out of bed and complete some tasks around the house while you sleep soundly. However most of the time heād rather be in bed with you even if heās not able to get to sleep as well as heād like.Ā
Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who participated in the sleepover. I had a lot of fun and I hope you did too. I couldn't have done any of this without all of you so thank you! You're all so wonderful and I love you so much. I can't wait for all the amazing things to come!
(Love your fics btw youre an amazing writer! šš)
Thank you! I am a sucker for pie. I love a warm slice of apple pie with a little bit of whipped cream. I also really like a toaster waffle with peanut butter on it. I like to fold it up like a taco with the peanut butter in the middle and chow down haha. Those are probably my favorites.
