#[ once again i feel like i should apologize for every interaction sophie has with him slkdfjsdkl ]

[mvsicinthedvrk]

starter for dongfang qingcang & sophie // @mcrcki

"You're not at the shop," he observes. Logically, it should be obvious that they don't live every second of her life at the flower shop-- it's closed often enough, and he's stopped by when it is open without Sophie there before. But it's still odd to see Xiao Lanhua's friend out-and-about without prior warning, he thinks. He glances left and right, wrinkling his nose. "Is your... child also here?"

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Scantily Clad {One Shot}**

Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Dominant Behavior, SMUUUUUT, NSFW, Mildly Rough Sex

Words: 4.5k

Summary: Reader is going to an event with Henry, and this is what she decides to wear. Henry isn't happy about it at all. He puts his foot down, but the reader is stubborn and plays the feminist card and still chooses to wear it.

Note: A little HC action for you guys, it has been a while and I miss him. As always, thank you guys for reading, I appreciate you guy so much!!!

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***Interactive***

“Y/N, are you ready yet? We’re going to be late, darling,” Henry shouted from downstairs in the foyer of his London flat.

 “Ten minutes, babe, I promise.”

 He sighed and checked his watch for the eighth time in the last twenty minutes. You’d told him ten minutes twenty minutes ago. He should have been used to this. You’d been together for almost two years and engaged for four months, and in all that time, this was not the first time you’d taken forever and a day to get ready. He sat in the lounge chair in the foyer and pulled out to phone to answer some emails. He knew that he wouldn’t be getting to any work for the rest of the night, thanks to the event he was going to. That was if you ever came downstairs.

 He’d left you in the bedroom forty minutes ago doing your make up and hair. He always loved watching you get ready. It was like a show of you getting done up before the show of him undoing you. He always watched and planned how he’d do it, where he’d start, and by the time he’d formulated a plan, he was always aroused. He also knew that you knew when he was watching. You’d make it a point to make eye contact with him at several points in your process. When you painted your lips with your chosen lip color, you’d lock eyes with him. When you sucked your cheeks in to apply whatever product it was to your cheeks, you stared into his eyes. You knew just what you were doing.

 Tonight wasn’t any different. He watched you put one side of your hair up to showcase that gorgeous décolletage and had to restrain himself from going to you to pepper kisses along your skin. The look in your eyes said you wanted him to do it too. When he couldn’t handle watching the golden glow of your skin any longer, he retreated to his office to do a little work. Glancing at his watch again, he groaned, but it was then he heard the upstairs bedroom door close.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” you shouted from upstairs.

 He stood, buttoned his tux jacket, and adjusted his cuffs in prep to leave. The clink of your heels coming down the marbled stairs had him looking up with a smile to watch. What he saw not only took his breath away, shocked him, and annoyed him, but it also confused him. You descended the stairs in a metallic gunmetal grey type gown that incredibly left little to the imagination. As you came down the remaining steps, his eyes darted to every place your skin peeked through.

 “I’m here, see I told you ten minutes.” You stopped in front of him, showing him up close just what you’d decided to wear tonight. He heard your voice, but it was mumbled. None of your words were making it to his consciousness. He was too lost in your dress.

 “Henry!”

Snapping his head up to your face, he wanted to say something about how beautiful you looked, but something else came out.

 “What’s wrong, baby?” Your voice was full of concern as you reached for him, but he stepped back.

 “What are you wearing?”

 You reared your head back and gave him a confused look.

 “What? It’s a dress. It goes perfectly with your bow tie. Come on, we’re going to be late,” you answered before you walked to the mirror in the foyer, giving him the view of the equally revealing back.

 “Where the bloody hell do you think you’re going dressed like that?”

 That was when you spun around with the look he knew well that said he was acting like a wanker.

 “Excuse me?”

 “I can see—everything, Y/N.”

 “You’re exaggerating it’s not that bad,” you defended.

 “Not that bad?” He approached you and touched the slab of fabric that hugged your breast. “This looks like if you bent down and stood, your breast will be out. Not to mention, it gives the perfect imprint of your breasts, giving the world an adequate size measurement.”

 “You’re kidding right, Henry?”

 “No. Then look at this split. Why is it so high? Your entire thigh and hip are showing. Are you wearing knickers?”

 “Wow, of course, I’m wearing underwear. Who do you think I am?”

 “I thought I knew, but look at how you’re dressed. You have to go change,” he finished in the voice that said his decision was final.

 You snorted then laughed loudly. This was not the time to provoke him, he thought.

 “I don’t know who you think you are or even who you think I am that I’d let any man dictate what I wear, especially when it is appropriate enough,” you contested as you brushed past him walking to the front door.

 “Y/N!” It was his dominating tone. You stopped in your tracks straightened your back and turned to him.

 “You may dominate me in that bedroom upstairs, but that is the only thing you dominate me in. Just because you fuck me until I’m weak does not mean that you control me, Henry. Never make that mistake, and if it’s a meek little mouse you want, then maybe you should rethink this ring on my finger. I’ll be in the car when you’re done throwing a tantrum like a little boy.”

 With that, you walked out the door, leaving it open. He stood there trying to get a grasp on his anger not only from your outfit but for what you’d just said. This was going to be a long night, he thought as he followed you out the door.

 The drive was a quiet one, you kept your face turned to your side, gazing out at London as it passed, and you kept your legs crossed with your exposed thigh over the other. He knew it was you playing it up, rubbing your defiance in his face. He fell in love with you because of your independence, your determination to be your own woman, and make your own decision and not let any man control your life or destiny. It was a big turn on. Yes, you’d butt heads a few times in your relationship because of his and your equal stubbornness, but it was nothing that you couldn’t overcome and come back from stronger than ever.

 Fifteen minutes into the ride, his anger dissipated and left way for him to feel the regret for his words, and it also allowed your words to affect him fully. They hurt. You knew what buttons to push, and he hated it. Every time he thought to open his mouth to say something, he swallowed the words. He knew the only thing to say was that he was sorry, but he was not ready to apologize. Part of him wasn’t sorry. The dress was revealing. He knew every man there would be gawking at you and imagining you naked or worse. He also knew if he saw the looks he’d flip out. Still, he knew he couldn’t leave things this bad. When the car stopped, and the driver got out, he took his leap.

 “Y/N,” he softly began.

 “Stop. If the words out your mouth aren’t, I’m sorry, then save it, and we both know you’re not sorry.” You looked at him, and he knew you wanted him to correct you and apologize. It was then he decided to concede. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose before he spoke.

 “I’m sorry.”

 You look confused and surprised, but you didn’t speak. You looked as if you were waiting for something. He should have left it there.

 “But--,” you scoffed and shook your head.

 “Apologies don’t have but, Henry,” you said as you knocked on the glass. His door opened immediately, but he didn’t move, he just stared at you.

 “Y/N,” he softly pleaded.

 “Don’t worry baby once we step out of this car we will be the perfect couple,” you said with a smile painted on your face.

That was what he was afraid of, the façade. He sighed and got out of the car, and painted his own fake smile on. It was time to play a role. As he walked around the car, he waved and smiled until he opened your door and helped you out. When you stood beside him, you smiled and waved also. The two of you walked the carpet together, waving, smiling, stopping for brief interviews all the while never giving a thing away. When you were asked about your dress and complimented by countless photographers and comrades, you politely thanked them and showed it off turning at every angle. He knew it was a huge bugger off to him.

 When you walked inside the event space, you leaned to his ear. “See, it was a hit.” Your eyes were cold. This was revenge now, he thought.

  -Y/N-

 As the night went on, what was supposed to be a gala slash networking event for the who was who in Entertainment to rub elbows, chat, brag, and get together for recognition, you decided to use to teach your fiancé a lesson. You could not believe Henry’s audacity to assume he could dictate how you dressed. You knew he was possessive and could be downright controlling sometimes, but you’d never experienced it to this extent. The dress you were wearing wasn’t even that bad. You’d seen far worse.

 As Henry mingled around the room and turned on his British charm with everyone he came across, you did the same. You knew some of the people in his circle, particularly the wives of some of his friends, and that was what you found yourself in, a circle of wives.

 “I love your dress,” Elizabeth, Armie’s wife, complimented.

 “Thank you. I love yours.”

 “You have a body to die for, I’m so jealous,” Sophie, Benedict’s wife, added.

 You smiled your thanks, trying to stave off the wave of embarrassment that washed over you. You appreciated the compliments, but from anyone but Henry, they always made you self-conscious.

 “Y/N, right?”

Looking to your left, you saw someone you knew well. “Theo?”

 His smile was wide before he pulled you in for a hug. “What’re you doing here?”

 “Work, but nevermind that. You look incredible.”

 Theo looked you up and down as you fanned him off. “Stop, it’s just a dress.”

 “A dress you look incredible in, we told her,” Elizabeth pressed.

 “Theo, this is Elizabeth and Sophie.”

 He shook their hands and exchanged pleasantries before all four of you talked about simple things like the event, and the weather. When Sophie and Elizabeth excused themselves, it left you and Theo alone.

 “Here alone, or is Henry around here somewhere?”

 “You know he’s here,” you confirmed.

 “Eh, was that a slight bit of annoyance I detect? Come to regret your decision to move here or marry him?”

 “Theo,” you warned.

 He smiled and shrugged. You’d been friends for the last four or so years but never anything else despite what your other friends liked to tease. Neither of you had ever made a move, and it suit you fine. You enjoyed his company even though he liked to tease Henry a lot. He always said he was so stuffy and could stand to loosen up a bit. You always teased him that it was a British thing knowing full well he was also British. It wasn’t funny to him when you did it, though.

 The two of you caught up and joked before a few other actors came to join you. Before long, you were enthralled in conversation with all of them. You told stories that had each and every one of them laughing and hanging on the end of every word. Though you were fully invested in the conversation, you always knew where Henry was. When you looked at him, you always found his eyes on you. He didn’t look as if he cared about anything that was being said. He looked like he wanted to be near you, he probably did, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

 You moved around the room, mingling with Theo by your side. Every man that approached you had Henry looking at you. You could feel his eyes on you, could feel the sheer commanding power that he held. His presence was strong and always affected you.

 “Why is he over there looking at you as if he wished he could come over when he can? Did you have a fight?”

 “Doesn’t matter,” you said as you finished your glass of champagne.

 “What happened?”

 Ignoring Theo, you sat at the table. After a few moments, Theo realized you weren’t going to answer, so he sat beside you and asked again.

 “It’s not important. He just overreacted about my dress.”

 Theo once again looked you over, then took a sip from his glass. “Ah, the stick in the mud thought it was too revealing.”

 “Stick in the mud. Stop.”

 “He’s not entirely wrong.” Your head snapped to him and gave him an incredulous look.

 “Are you serious?”

 “Don’t shoot the messenger. It is revealing.”

 You looked over yourself then back to Theo. “Nothing is showing but a little leg.”

 “Yes. Think about it, Y/N. We get it. You’re an independent woman; you’re all about doing what you want and not having anyone control you. We get it. We love that about you. No one is debating your independence or amazingness. As a bloke, we don’t want our girlfriends ogled or even thought about inappropriately. Though gorgeous, this dress invites all of that. I’ve spotted at least fifteen gents outright checking you out.”

 Glancing around, you caught a few eyes that quickly looked away. So what, you thought.

 “Theo,” you began. He knew what was coming.

 “I get it. I’m just giving you the perspective of a man that’s not sleeping with you.”

 You sighed and nodded, deciding against speaking. What was the purpose? It was then Henry approached with a tight jaw clearing his throat.

 “Hey man,” Theo began before he stood, making way for Henry to take his place in the seat.

 “Good evening,” Henry muttered as he shook Theo’s outstretched hand. You almost laughed looking at Theo’s face.

 “Have a good night you two lovebirds,” Theo said before he walked away.

 Henry sat beside you and placed a fresh glass of champagne before you. As the two of you drank in silence, you began to think if Theo had a point. You knew the dress was sexy, but you didn’t think it was anything to get angry about. You also knew that in a relationship, you had to consider the other person’s feelings. On top of being angry about Henry’s reaction, you were also a little hurt. You’d expected him to say you looked beautiful, but he still had yet to even say it or anything remotely loving.

 “Y/N,” Henry began turning his face to meet your eyes that were already on him. He didn’t speak, though. Instead, his eyes looked to bore into you as they always did. Staring at him was a love-hate thing. You loved it because they were gorgeous, but you hated it because they were powerful and always left you feeling powerless.

 Before either of you could say anything, the lights dimmed, and a speaker appeared before the room. The rest of the night passed in a blur of speeches, applause, champagne, and chatter, none of which included you and Henry talking.

 When you got home, you were the one to climb the steps to the bedroom first. When you got to the third step, you felt Henry’s hand wrap around your wrist, stopping you. You didn’t turn around to face him, though. It wasn’t long until you felt his chest against your back.

 “I’m sorry,” he whispered before his forehead dropped to your exposed shoulder.

 “I was an utter asshole. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to control you, I promise. There is no excuse.”

 His words hung in the air. They felt good to hear. You were tired of this entire situation.

 “I’m a jealous man, and even worse possessive and dominating. I should never have said what I did. Instead, I should have told you how incredible you looked, how beautiful you are.”

 You turned to face him and searched his eyes.

 “I should have told you that every chance I got. I’m sorry,” Henry finished.

 “I’m sorry,” you began before taking a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. I didn’t mean it.”

 Henry smiled, pressing his forehead to yours. “Of course, you did.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop your laugher. He knew you too well.

 “I deserved it. It hurt, but I deserved it.”

 “You did.”

 “Do you forgive me?”

 You pretended as if you had to think about it on a serious note playing up the amount of time it was taking. Henry smiled but didn’t look bothered, he kissed your jaw and trailed kisses along it up to your ear. You ate it up. When his lips dropped to your neck, you let out a soft moan.

 “Am I forgiven, love?” A soft nibble at your neck had you grabbing at his waist that held zero percent fat. The man was built like a God.

 “I forgive you.”

 As soon as the words were out, Henry crushed his lips to yours, taking control of a soul-sucking kiss. You’d wanted this all night no matter how angry you were with him you always wanted to be near him. Henry wrapped his arm around you cupping your backside, pulling you flush against him. As his lips teasingly moved across yours, his tongue swirled around yours until he was sucking it. You couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t mind or care.

 Abruptly henry pulled his lips from yours and groaned. “I’ll lock up. You go ahead.”

 Once inside your bedroom, you walked into the closet to find something to put on once you’d finished your shower. You didn’t hear when Henry walked in, but you felt his hand at the nape of your neck.

“I have a love-hate relationship with this dress, my love. On the one hand, you look incredible in it, but on the other hand—it infuriates me.”

 You smirked, looking at him in the mirror, making sure he saw that you didn’t care.

 “What’re you going to do about it?” His smirk sly, and his eyes were dark. You knew the look well.

 In seconds Henry had ripped your dress in half starting at your sternum. You gasped loudly.

 “Henry! Do you know how much this cost?” He didn’t stop, though; he finished his handiwork with a faint smile.

 “I don’t give a shit. It should be burned instead of ripped.” The material fell from your breasts before it slid down the rest of your body, leaving you in your skimpy thong.

 “Huh, so you were wearing knickers after all,” Henry teased before he locked eyes with you and ripped those as well.

 “Henry!”

 “You love saying my name, don’t you?” He bit your neck as his hands cupped your breasts and fondled to his heart’s content.

 As he sucked and bit your neck, you could feel his thick length harden against your ass. He pushed you forcefully, so you were bent over the piece of furniture that held your undergarments. The movement sent your ass poking out for him. A lite slap across your ass had you flinging your head back to give his free hand something to hold onto. As he held your thick, coiled hair, he dropped another slap across your ass; only this one was a lot harder. Your groan was mixed with a moan that told him you liked it enough for him to do it again--so he did, three more times. By the time he’d finished, you were soaking and more than ready to receive the gift that was him.

 “Do you want it?” Your eyes met again in the mirror, and you thought to be defiant, but there was no time. You desperately wanted to feel him filling you, stretching you to capacity.

 “I can’t hear you, love.” Henry dropped his fingers to slide up along your slit. As he did, he groaned. You knew he could feel your wetness, and he was more than ready to dive in.

 “You’re only punishing yourself, darling. The sooner you say the words, the sooner you’ll get what you want—what you crave,” Henry whispered in your ear, making sure his lips grazed your ear.

“And what do I crave, Mr. Cavill?” Again, he smirked that dubious smirk of his that made your belly flip from anticipation.

 “You and I both know you want this cock filling you to the hilt. All you have to do is--,” Henry circled his finger at your opening, coating his finger with your juices before bringing his finger to his lips to suck it clean, stealing your breath in the process.

 “Mmm. Say the words, my love.” His voice was so deep, so husky you could feel everything he felt. You knew he needed you just as badly as you needed him. Still, your stubbornness persisted. You were testing him, knowing damn well the longer you defied him, the further your eyes would roll to the back of your head. He knew what you were doing, but you also knew he was holding on by a thread. It was obvious.

 “Y/N,” Henry warned through clenched teeth. Your smile was the fuel to make his fire rage. Henry’s hand tightened in your hair, bringing your head back a little more. “It’ll only be worse for you.” You could hear him undo the zipper of his pants, and your anxiousness got the better of you. You pushed back onto him brushing your bare ass against him. Henry groaned then slapped it again. A few seconds later, you felt him rub the tip of his need across your sex. Your eyes lulled closed as a shiver erupted through you.

 “Do—you—want—me?” Every pause had him dipping just a sliver of his length into your tight cavern. He knew it wouldn’t be enough. On the fourth dip, you tried to push back against him again so you could get what you wanted, but he must have been expecting it because you failed.

 “Say the words, and it’s all yours, love. I’ll give you every single inch that you can take—and not take.” As if to help you decide, he dipped a little more into you, pulling a gasp from you.

 “I want it,” you whispered.

 “One more time.” Henry came closer to your upturned face and waited for you to repeat the words. The look in his eye said he was enjoying this more than he should have been from how hard he felt against you.

 “I want it—fuck me, Henry!”

 When he smiled, you knew you were in for it. Henry snapped his hips forward seconds after the words left your lips, filling you completely. Your shout was loud as your hand pounded the furniture.

 Henry groaned loudly as he ground his hips, sending his cock to nudge against your walls and prod your cervix.

 “Bloody Hell!”

 As if poked with a stick, Henry began his thrusts, but from the beginning, nothing in the way he moved said slow, or gentle. He had a mission, and teaching you a lesson was absolutely a priority right now. Every time he slammed into you, his grip in your hair would tighten, and your sex would quiver, giving him a tighter than a glove squeeze, which had him getting even louder.

 “Uuugh! Christ, you’re so wet.” That was when he changed his angle. Instead of spearing forward, he added a curve as he leaned back just a little.

 “Shiiiit!” He knew that was the spot for you, and he looked like he had every intention of making sure your voice was gone the next day.

 “How does it feel, love?”

 “So fucking good. Yes, yes, right there!” Again, your hand pounded into the wood. You ignored the pain in your hand; the pleasure easily overpowered it.

 You didn’t know how much longer you could hold on if he kept giving you strokes like this, you thought. As you did, Henry sped his strokes, and every time he connected your bodies, he rotated his hips. Before you knew it, your eyes were in the back of your head, your hand grabbing the edge of the wood as you screamed and claimed your release. Henry’s grunts got louder and louder; he was close. The knowledge of that had you throwing your ass back to meet him thrust for thrust while bringing yourself to yet another orgasm.

 After a few minutes, you felt the force of his release as he tried to bury himself even deeper inside of you.

 “Fuuuuck!” The sound of Henry’s near animalistic grunt had you ready for round two already.

 “Oh baby,” Henry panted as he dropped across your sweat slickened back.

 “Mmm, you’re going to be the death of me,” Henry added as he tried to catch his breath, breath that you still had yet to catch.

 “Me?”

 You could feel the rumble of his laughter across your back before he kissed a path along your spine. When he got to your ear, he kisses it. “I put that ring on your finger for a reason. You’re my world, and the love I have for you has never been written, it is that of a man’s for his queen. You have my heart. You have my soul—I love you, Y/N,” he whispered.

 Your heart swelled, making you look back at him to see a stray tear welling in his eye.

 “Aw, baby. I love you; you’re my life, my king, my everything,” you said as you turned to him to clasp his chin in your hands. Once the words were out, you kissed him tenderly so he could feel your love. He could be a dominating wolf one minute, but you knew deep down he was a big softy.

 His massive arms held you to him in a tight loving embrace that erased all memory of any slights or anger.

 “I’ll give you till the count of ten to get your gorgeous ass in that shower, my queen,” Henry said.

 You knew not to test him again, but still, you did. “Only ten? I guess I better hurry.” You pulled from him and slowly walked out of the walk-in closet. You could hear Henry chuckling behind you.

 “The wolf is ravenous Y/N. I think it not wise to tempt him further,” Henry warned, creeping up behind you to nip your shoulder.

 Screaming and squealing, you ran from him because every wolf loved the chase.

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[notthatitmattersbutyes]

Loki x Reader fanfic series I’m working on

You weren’t a liar. You weren’t. You just liked to keep your private life private and separate from work. You had a husband and a beautiful little girl at home. Though your husband wasn’t always the nicest, you tried to make it work for Sophie.

You worked at the Avengers tower but, unlike your team mates, you didn’t live there. People would talk. Thinking you were stuck up, like you were too good to live with them. But they were nice enough.

Lately, your husband had been distant. Very distant. And you knew, you could sense what was going on. But you ignored it. Finding comfort in your friends. Friend. Loki. Though he didn’t know what you had going on at home, he was still there to distract you by talking about books, music. What movie you were watching. The only one who knew your whole story was Tony, considering he was your boss. And one day, shit hit the fan, so you called him.

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It was 4 in the morning. Your daughter, sleeping peacefully in her bedroom. You in your bed, wide awake and alone. When suddenly, you hear banging. Soon the bedroom door swings open, light from the hallway pouring in. Shielding your eyes, you see not only your husband but none other than the babysitter. How cliché.

Both of them drunk, not a bit ashamed. Tears stung your eyes as you rose from the bed.

“What the fuck is this?” You whisper scream, not wanting your daughter to hear.

“Oh, hey there Mrs. McHale.” The 19 year old said drunkenly. You smirked in her direction. “I wasn’t speaking to you, young lady.”

She laughed, embarrassed, and stepped behind your husband.

“Care to explain, David?” You ask him.

“This can’t be of much surprise to you, (y/n). We haven’t slept together in a year!” He was screaming now. Tears began to fall, more out of anger than sadness.

“Yes I know! But who’s fault was that? I didn’t go FUCKING someone else! I was here, every night. Taking care of Sophie, ALONE! Laying in our bed, ALONE!” You push past them both, causing them to stumble a bit. You go into Sophie’s room, expecting to see her out cold. Instead you are staring into her blue eyes, wet from crying.

“Mommy... why is daddy with Amy? Why did he kiss her? And why is everyone yelling?” She sobbed. You went to her and hugged her, trying to calm her down. No 6 year old should have to hear or see what she did today.

“Mommy will explain everything later, right now, we are leaving, ok? Let’s pack some clothes. Grab your favorite things too.” She nodded and you went back into the bedroom. Walking through the now closed door you find David and Amy, naked. In your bed. They didn’t even seem to notice you. You get a suitcase from the closet, loudly packing your things, grabbing your shoes, and heading for the door. Before you exit the room, you flick the lights on, causing them to groan. “Give this to her, David. She seems to like my hand-me-downs.” And you throw your rings at them.

In the car you drive away from the house and toward Avengers tower. You use your Bluetooth to call Tony. It’s 6am on a Sunday at this point. He picks up on the third ring, sounding like you scared him half to death.

“What! What hello yes what’s wrong?”

You smile a bit. “Hey Tony, I’m sorry to call you so early but...” you look back at the sleeping 6 year old. “I need a favor. Do you still have the extra room for me?”

You go on to tell him, through the 30 minute drive, about everything that had happened. Once you arrive, you wake Sophie up. She looks out the window in astonishment.

“Mommy... the avengers live here! Are we going to meet them!?”

Your sweet girl had no idea what you did for a living. You’d wanted to protect her, not have her worry. Now it seems was as good a time as any to introduce her to your world.

“Yes, honey. Superhero’s protect us right? They keep us safe? Help people? Now they are going to help us.”

She nodded, dutifully. You go up the elevator, nerves chewing at your stomach. Instead of Tony, the first face you see is Loki’s. He smiles, a bit confused as to why you were there on a Sunday, let alone at 6:30 in the morning. Then he sees Sophie peek out from behind you.

“(Y/n), who is this? Where did you find her?” He crouched down to meet Sophie’s eyes, reaching out a hand. “Hello, little one. My name is L-“

“I know you, Mr. Loki. I see you on TV, you keep us safe! I’m Sophie, and this is My mommy.” She reaches out and shook his hand. He was absolutely beaming until she introduced you as her mother. You froze as Loki looked up at you, and back to the girl.

“Is that so? Well it’s very nice you meet you, love. You know, I think I saw some muffins on the counter there, you are more than welcome to one. So long as it’s okay with your mother.”

Sophie looked at you expectantly. You nod and she runs toward the kitchen, leaving you alone with the God of Mischief.

“So...” you start, looking at the floor.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, looking hurt.

“I keep my life separated. It helps me cope. I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t.” You explain.

He hesitates. Looking like he wants to say something.

“What is it, Loki?”

“Are you married?” He asks, the question shorting out of him, as if he couldn’t control it.

“Not for long. That’s why I’m here.” You say. Trying not to cry.

He looks relieved. You hear Tony approaching, wearing an “I am Iron Man” t shirt and pajama bottoms. It makes you smile. Relax.

“Hey there, momma. I see Reindeer Games has met Sophie. How are you guys doing?” He embraces you and it feels so good to be hugged that you cry. A sob leaving your throat so loud that Sophie comes running out and kicks Tony in the shin. “Hand off my mommy, mister!”

Tony grabs his leg and bends to meet Sophie.

She gasps once she realizes who it is. “I’m so sorry, Iron Man, I thought you were hurting mommy like daddy doe-“ you give her a look and she stops herself. “I thought I was protecting her.” She says silently. Tony ruffles her hair and she smiles a bit.

“It’s alright, champ. We could use a little hero in training. I think you’ve got what it takes.”

Sophie giggles and drags Tony away to see the picture she drew whilst in the kitchen of her as an avenger. Suddenly exhausted, you trudge over time the couch, followed by a worried, and slightly angry, Loki.

“What did she mean, “the way daddy does?” He asks. Damn, you’d hope he didn’t hear that.

“Loki, just drop it, please?” You cover your eyes with your arm and he leans over and he pulls it off.

“Does he hurt you?” He asks sternly.

When you don’t answer, he starts fuming. Not at you, but because he’s so upset with the situation. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, they are right on you.

“I’m going to kill him.” He says.

You shoot up, gripping his arms and panicking.

“No, no you can’t! It’s fine, I’m fine now, right? So we don’t have to do that.” You started crying again. He hugs you, calming you instantly. Tilting your head up, he asks, “Why have you never said anything? Why didn’t you leave sooner?”

You push his hand away, suddenly furious. “And how would that look, huh? An AVENGER! Who can’t leave her abusive, cheating husband? It wasn’t always like that. He was sweet... at first. But once Sophie was born, he started to get upset with me so easily. He was stressed out with work and a kid at home. I get that, so I just explained it away. He hit me and he always apologized. He was always so sweet to Soph so I stayed. I thought that he was cheating but couldn’t find proof.. until last night. So I had a solid reason.”

“He first time he hit you should have been the solid reason!” Loki yelled.

“Why do you even care!?”

“Because we all care about YOU! And you were keeping us in the dark! I- we could have protected you, (y/n).” He had gotten close to you. It looked like he was about to cry but quickly walked away. You were so exhausted that you couldn’t bother to think about the interaction. So you go find Sophie and tell her it’s time to rest, thanking Tony. “No problem, Kid. Rest up and we will talk later.”

[dachi-chan25]

GoT Season 8, Episode 2: Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Thoughts

Like i am not even sure this episode's name is that or "The rightful queen" but I am going with the title I liked more.

I was fully intending of making a big ass Recap like I usually do but today I had a lot of work and I feel like everyone has already talked about the episode since it was leaked so I am just gonna talk about some scenes that I think will be relevant and my take on some shipping stuff.

Again I warn that I don't root for D Targy at all (but I do think she is an amazing character) and she annoys the heck out of me most often than not so... if she is your fave pls don't read this cuz it's not for you.

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On Jaime Lannister

I feel this was a great episode for him as a character, while I do wish he would have said something about the wildfire on King's Landing or the Loot Attack I ultimately think that what he did say was the best thing in his PoV because he thinks D is the North's queen now that Jon bent the knee so ofc he wasn't gonna antagonize her that much when he was at clear disadvantage.

His chat with Tyrion was also very good, tho I feel in the books this will be more on a bitter note given Jamie's confession about Tysha, but yeah they are close once again and I appreciate that.

Every scene he had with Brienne had me swooning.Brienne defending him in the Great Hall. All those stares. The clear tension between them and the fact that Brienne doesn't know what to do when they are on the same side and he is not insulting her, so they still fight and pant around each other and I love it (honestly this kind of fighting is a lot like the Jonsa one because they have to get rid of that UST but they can't fuck or even kiss yet so they bicker and pant around each other). I noticed how he stared at Tormund and immediately knew he was intrested in Brienne. And ofc him knighting Brienne was the best of the episode for me (hence my preference of the title aluding to this scene).

On Sansa Stark

Curious that we don't get Sansa or Jon's PoV this episode, just them through other people's eyes.

The Great Hall scene: while I would have loved Sansa defending Jaime like in some fics, I think it does make sense that she feels resentment towards him and his family, but she still was willing to trust him once Brienne spoke on his behalf which says a lot for their relationship and how much Sansa has come to trust and value Brienne and her opinions. She was completely a queen in that scene, she even left the place frist not giving a fuck whatsoever about D.

Tête-à-tête with the gecko queen: Sophie Turner is an amazing actress. Ok so I loved she was telling Lord Royce she wanted to leave the Gates open as long as possible, such a compassionate queen, but also the moment D steps in I lived for Lord Royce clearly showing more respect and deference towards Sansa than towards D (I mean that the whole North respects Sansa as their leader is the very reason why Jorah asked D to talk to her). We see Sansa be closed off towards D in the beginnig even when D is trying hard to be sympathetic to sansa and bond over them being good leaders to their people (bihhh Sansa laughed and so did I cuz just how deluded is D to think she is on Sansa's level of good leadeeship), and D asks the question we have since ep 1 "does that (Jon's love for D) bother you?" And I am absolutely sure that the answer to that is yes, but Sansa was never going to show herself that much to someone she doesn't trust nor even likes (this girl out played LF ffs!!!) so she went for a non-commital answer (is not a yes or a no, she is justifying her distrust for D and appears not to be jealous but a concerned sister) D is appeased by this answer and tries to show Sansa that her and Jon's relationship is real (lmaoo) by stating just how much she sacrified her goals just for his love (like nice that she doesn't pretend to care for the people she wants to be queen of anymore, the Jonsa fandom said this since last season) and straight up says she is the one being manipulated by Jon, and Sansa's face is a poem, cuz you can see exactly the moment when she figures out that Jon is manipulating D!! We even get a smile of relief and promptly she catches herself and changes her behaviour implying she should apologize (but she never actually does) and even lauguing at how short Jon is (Sansa bites her lip tho 👀👀 and D's smile is so fake idk who she thinks she is fooling) but Sansa again brings up the North and D is visibly upset at that.

Scenes with Theon: I am just going to straight up say I do ship Theonsa and I have read fics of them, but I do not think it will be canon or that it makes narrative or political sense cuz it doesn't. Their reunion was heartwarming and beautiful (tho D jealous stare bothered me, like fuck off I wanna see my babies) Sansa was clearly happy at seeing Theon more like himself and having him want to fight for their family. Their scene with the soup was cute but I did not see it as shippy at all, there is definitely affection and care but I don't think it was shot as romance or a couple's montague, it was simply showing us all the different ways the characters we know spend this night. As much as it hurts me because I love Theon, I think it is possible he will die protecting Bran (I really don't want this, but it's a big possibility, cuz I know some big characters must die in order to destroy us as much as possible, and this scenes with Sansa might just serve that purpose) so I'll just drown in theonsa fics if that happens. Also, it kinda make me go 👀👀 the fact that they made the theonsa scenes so alike the jonsa s6 ones but without all that flirty stuff on the soup scene and that it was enough for the GA and some Aegonys to ship it while we know Theon like Jon also grew up with Sansa in WF. Idk it was kinda amusing to me.

On Jon Snow

Ok so this made a lot of sense to me, Jon avoiding D post parentage reveal is what seals pol!Jon to me, if he really loved her he would have gone statight to her in the night and confess this thing he found out while crying and looking for her support and being all hopless longingly staring at her but nope he doesn't even want to look at her (he is probably thinking how he fucked his aunt and shudders). I was also like 👀👀 when he pushed past D to follow Sansa, did they talk?? Did they fight again??? I am thirsty, but it was also a good thing Jon didn't interact with Sansa cuz it would give the game away too soon, as a matter of fact Jon doesn't seek her out like last episode as far as the audience knows and I think that is because he doesn't know what to do he is having an existencial crisis in the middle of the Apocalipsis, and Sam is like have you told her yet??? He knows shit could hit the fan at any minute. I loved his reunion with Tormund and Edd because I love Jon's smile and he has been just miserable since last ep, so yeah I need my boy to be happy.

Now onto the reveal, I think Jon genuinely thought he might as well just say it, D clearly seeked him out for some loving sexy times and Jon was not on board with that, he just couldn't keep it up with her cuz he doesn't love her, never has and now she is his aunt, he just can't do that knowing they are super related, also now D can't leave them (I mean she kind of can fuck off in Drogon and maybe Rhaegal will follow, but her armies can't leave, and they have the obsidian so...) . The fact he called her D@ny is so layered, for starters she told him straight up not to call her that cuz it reminds her of Viserys, so it connects them as family and upsets D at the same time. D straight up thinks that Bran and Sam would make shit up to usurp her (bihhh no one but u and Cersei gives a fuck about the ugly ass chair) and then when she sees Jon is saying the truth she is furious (so much for the aegony marriage fix up that her stans dreamed off, also can we fucking kiss boatie goodbye?? Cuz that sure as hell ain't happening) and Jon is baffled, he knows she wants the IT more than anything and shit but really??? They are about to die, and he has left more than clear to any one that would listen that he doesn't care about titles. Not only that but Jon and her are family now,and family is important to Jon, and she reacts like this???

On Gendrya

I was a bit wierded out cuz we have seen Maise since she was a kid (lmaoo i am like a year older than her) but more power to her for the scene, also I really love Gendrya and their interactions have been so flirty and charged with chemistry. I am worried about Gendry's survival, but I think he might live.

On everything else:

I loved Gilly and Dadvos's scene, it was so good and I wish they would give Gilly more lines.

Missandei and Greyworm making plans for after the war makes me worried one of them will die, also now that D will feel betrayed by Jon, I fear she will think GW and Missandei wanting to leave is also treason. I AM WORRIED. Also to ppl doesn't trust Missandei cuz she is with d and nobody in the north trusts Targs not even children.

Tyrion talking about destroying Cersei made him seem more Book!Tyrion than ever and I just shudderd. D literally never wants to take responsability for any desicion when she refused to fight for the north if Cersei didn't joined them. Also she would really have named Jorah hand??? She is dumb as a brick. His scene with Jaime, Brienne and co. Was cute.

Podrick was looking fine and his voice was really good. Also that Jenny of Oldstone song with all it's jonsa vibes 👀👀.

[fysophie]

SOPHIE HOLDS A V-LIVE BEFORE HER FINAL STAGE FOR ‘ FLY TOGETHER ‘ PROMOTIONS

On June 3rd, Mellow’s leader Sophie was holding a V-Live before her final stage to talk to fans. She gave the watchers  a small insight on how idols get their make up done, talked about Mellow, the members’ solo promotions andalso showed two surprise guests in her live stream.

Starting the V-Live with a bright smile on her face, Sophie quickly waved at the camera as people around her were rushing through the room. The singer greeted the audience and explained that she was currently in one of the dressing rooms, preparing for the final stage of her solo song from Mellow's 4th mini album ' HELLA! '. Sitting on a couch, the idol started off by talking about Mellow’s past schedules and her members’ performances.

" Did you guys like the idea of every member having their own time to promote their solo song and bond with you individually? I think it was nice to see everyone prepare and give their best for Marshmellows and so far I’ve been enjoying the time that I could spend with you all. I reall hope you enjoyed Rylee's and Emi's performances, I certainly did ! I believe that they did exceptionally well considering that they didn't have any solo experience before, I feel like a proud mother that watches her children grow. Both songs are amazing and to think that they both worked very hard on making them... It really blows my mind. Rylee and Emi both just debuted, but they’re already participated in songwriting. That’s amazing. " Sophie stopped for a second as she heard a familiar tune in the background, smiling as she moved her head to the beat and sang a small part of the song. " Did you listen to Wolfie's ' The Red Shoes ' yet? It's such a good song, I've been listening to it a lot lately because it makes my mood go up every time I hear the melody. You should definitely check out this talented singer and support her. So many great artists are releasing so many amazing tracks lately, my playlist is growing with every new song that gets released. Perhaps I should start to write them all down in a recommendation list that I will post on Mellow’s account? What do you think? "  

" Since it's been a while I interacted with our fans I thought that I should use this moment to apologize by giving you an insight on what I like to call an idol's usual ' before stage routine ' ! Are you ready? Currently, I’m waiting for my hair to get done and our make up artists still need to finish my eyes. Like you can see I only have half of my make up on.. Oh, there’s one of our stylist unnies ! I guess it’s time for my hair now, do you want to join us? “ Getting up from her current spot she walked towards the chair in front of the make up mirror, showing the audience the new setup as the stylist started to work on her hair. “ There isn't much time once I arrive for  schedules, there's always a lot of stress and hectic movements around here. Sometimes it's hard to sit still for such a long time but it's worth it because Marshmellows always talk about how pretty we look on stage ! I always get excited when I read your comments on our performances. The first thing I do after a performance is to check the candid pictures our fans took and all the comments they left. "

After her make up and hair was done, Sophie got up and walked back towards the small couch in the room where she showed the audience her husband, who was leaning over a table and studying papers. Sitting down next to the male she held the camera in a way that would capture them both. " Look who's with me ! Sehun is supposed to be abroad for work, but since he wanted to support me he came over for today's stage. He's working right now because he has to get as much stuff done as possible, but isn't he precious? I really am the luckiest girl on this planet. " Sehun smiled at the female’s words and the pat of his head that followed, but didn’t didn't move nor averted his eyes from the papers. Sophie turned the camera away from the male so it wouldn’t bother him anymore and Sehun’s arms wrapped around the female, an action caught by the camera. " This is just one of many ' before stage routines ' and it’s also just a small segment of what has to be done before an idol can perform. As you can see there are many people involved in today's performance and there are still things I need to do, for example talk to the background dancers and a soundcheck but this is all I can show you tod--“ Sophie’s eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock as she stared at a point next to the camera, her famous ‘ dino laugh ‘ sfollowing right after she recovered from her initial shock.

Turning the camera around to show the audience who was visiting her, she exposed singer Chaeyeong who is known to be a good friend of Sophie standing in front of the door. “ Look who is now part of this V-Live ! It’s Bang Chaeyeong, can you believe this? It looks like I have to leave now so I can greet my very sudden and special guest properly. Who knows, she might sue me for showing her to the world without asking first.  “ Turning the camera back to herself she waved at the audience, smiling. “ I hope you enjoyed my solo promotions and also look forward to our last member's solo and future group and solo projects ! Sweet and pleasant, this was Mellow's triple lead Sophie ! I'll see you soon, don't forget that while my last fanmeet for this period is approaching, there are still so many more to come. I'm so excited, so let's see each other soon again~. "