#'hey Laura aren't you missing one' no

[lauralot89]

Basil counts as a Sherlock, I do not take debate

[meazalykov]

gold or silver

laura freigang x reader

summary: you say words you don't mean.

warnings: reader's mentality is.. harsh in the beginning. jealousy. bits of angst.

it's the 40th minute and you were frustrated.

as an attacking midfielder, it seemed like you were doing everything.

you were helping the offense with your creative chances, you were clearing goals to help with the defense, picking up any pieces that horan or coffey failed to receive.

your body was tired and your mindset started shift into playing aggressively, anyway that will help you win against the germans.

by now, you'd start your aggressiveness with any other team-- but the germans had something special with you.

having two german parents made you eligible to play for the german national team. you were born in the United States and were raised in the US for your entire life-- the decision to pick a national team was hard.

back in 2018 when the united states promised to put you on the 2019 World Cup roster, you accepted.

it didn't help that they were the best team in the world at that point.

it made it special that you played for bayern munich, a bavarian club. most of the german girls on the gerwnt were your bestest friends, you've considered them to be your non-biological sisters.

one of those non-biological sisters, sydney, introduced you to laura back in 2021.

the both of you hit it off, the chemistry was undeniable and you've been with the older girl for 3 years now.

mallory swanson shoots the ball towards the goal in the 44th minute but it deflects off of the goalpost, the ball lands on your foot and you shoot the ball-- only for it to launch into the crowd.

you yelled in frustration as sam reassures you that you'll get it next time-- again. this was your third huge opportunity of the night and you didn't make a single goal yet.

nobody did. its nil-nil.

when the referee blows the whistle for halftime, you groaned out in frustration. hearing this, trinity jogs by your side as you both head back to the dressing room.

sitting down by your locker in the dressing room, you cling onto the bottom of your red shorts and take a sip of water out of your gatorade bottle.

the entire dressing room was frustrated-- the many missed chances wasn't acceptable.

after emma came in the dressing room, surprisingly calm while talking about the switches in play, you look up to the ceiling in silence.

"hey y/n." sophia places her hand on your right knee. you look towards her and raised your eyebrow, signaling for her to talk to you.

"are you okay?" sophia asks with a light smile.

"not really, are you okay?" you ask back.

sophia shrugs her shoulders, "I've been better."

that response breaks a smile from you.

"I just want to help you guys score, or at least score myself, I hate this deadlock we are in." you speak, going to take another sip of your water bottle after.

"I'll score for you and the team in the second half, I promise." sophia says.

"but honestly, I thought that your bad mood might've been about playing against laura and your german friends." sophia continues.

"no-- not really." you place your water bottle down and bend down to fix your cleat laces.

"huh?" sophia says, surprised.

"I mean, I am determined to help us get a medal. I'm not letting a relationship get in the way of our dreams." you say.

"and I know laura thinks the same way. yes, I am a little scared that she will resent me if we win and she doesn't-- but if that is a huge problem for her, maybe we aren't meant to be." you continue.

sophia knits her eyebrows together as you finish tying your cleats.

"she wouldn't resent you. are you saying that you would have resent for her if germany wins tonight?" Sophia asks.

"no, because I'll make sure they wouldn't win." you say, standing up and jogging out of the dressing room.

in the 61st minute, you push down and block a huge chance coming from nicole-- your girlfriend's frankfurt teammate.

seeing her fall after her failed chance, you walk up to her and help her when you realize that she had a cramp in her leg.

laura is subbed on her nicole afterwards, which made you feel nervous.

seeing her come onto the field, your tough façade faded away at the sight of her. you couldn't play mean when it came to her-- she made you feel loved and soft.

you didn't think it, but subconsciously, you make a note to be aggressive towards every other player except for her-- unless you absolutely had to.

in the 72nd minute, laura gets the ball and nearly gets the goal against the united states. noticing the position between her and crystal dunn, you reached your hand up because she was offside.

when the ref called for it offside, laura walks closer to you frustrated.

something inside of you feels heartbroken when she walks by you without bothering to look at you-- or gives you a signal that she notices you.

did she hear your conversation with sophia? no way, the American locker rooms aren't near the german ones.

was it because you were the first to urge the referee to call off-side? maybe.

in the 94th minute, you ran the ball up the field and passed it to mallory.

mallory, seeing no free space thanks to feli and kathy, passes the ball back to you. as you get the ball and dribble around feli, you pass the ball over to sophia.

berger fails to grab the ball from sophia's feet as she shoots the ball into the undefended goal.

1-0.

you feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you dart towards sophia, who’s grinning like she’s just won the entire tournament. 

she practically tackles you in the celebration as you both crash to the ground, your teammates piling on top of you. 

the scoreboard flashes 1-0, and the realization hits you—you’re just minutes away from securing a spot in the gold medal match.

you finally stand up, breathless and exhilarated, giving sophia another congratulatory hug. you gave the assist and she got the goal.

she smiles at that thought, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she points at you and says, "i told you i’d score a goal for you."

"and it was perfect, soph!" you laugh, your heart swelling with pride and affection.

your voice carries your excitement, and for a moment, the world seems to pause around you, focusing only on the joy of the moment.

but then, out of the corner of your eye, as you’re jogging back into position, you catch sight of laura. 

she’s not far, standing near the center circle, her posture stiff, eyes fixed on you with a mix of confusion and something else—something you can’t quite place. 

her brows are knitted together, and she’s biting the inside of her cheek, a habit you know all too well. 

you feel a pang of guilt but push it down, focusing on the game at hand.

laura’s mind races as she replays your words in her head. "scoring a goal for you?" the phrase echoes, unsettling her. 

of course, she trusts you—she has to. but seeing you so close to sophia, hearing the way you cheered for her, stirs a gnawing insecurity within her.

she shakes her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts. now’s not the time. there’s a game to win, and the germans are still in it—barely.

the game restarts, and you see laura moving with renewed determination. she’s pushing forward, trying to lead her team to an equalizer. every touch she makes on the ball is sharp, decisive, but there’s an edge to her play now, something almost desperate. 

you can’t help but feel a twist in your gut every time she gets close to the goal. she has to be stopped, even if she doesn’t want to be. 

in the 96th minute, laura receives the ball just outside the box. she fakes a shot, sending emily off balance before cutting inside. 

your heart skips a beat as you watch, silently praying she doesn’t score. it’s a terrible thought, but you can’t help it. the idea of seeing her disappointment if she misses, or the tension if she scores, is almost too much to bear.

laura shoots, the ball curling towards the far post, but it’s just inches wide. the ball goes into the crowd and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. the sight of laura with her hands on her head, staring at the missed opportunity, brings a lump to your throat.

when the final whistle blows, the stadium erupts in cheers for the USWNT, but your gaze is locked on laura. she’s sitting on the grass, staring at the ground. your feet move before you can think, crossing the pitch to her.

you should be celebrating with your team, but that's not your main concern. as much as you said it did in the locker room. 

“laura,” you whisper as you reach her, crouching down. 

laura looks up at you, her eyes tired and exhausted, and for a moment, the world falls away. it’s just you and her, and the weight of the game feels inconsequential compared to the heaviness between you.

“i’m sorry,” you say, knowing it’s not enough, but it’s all you have at the moment.

“it’s okay. you deserved the win.” laura shakes her head, managing a small, sad smile. her voice is soft, but there’s a crack in it that makes your chest tighten.

“it’s just a game, laur. we’re still us. and i believe that you guys will go and win bronze.” you reach out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. 

she nods, but her eyes tell a different story—a story of doubt, of worry, of wondering if the game really is just a game, or if it’s something more. something that could wedge itself between the both of you.

“i saw how you looked at sophia,” she admits, her voice barely audible. 

“what did she mean by ‘scoring for you’?”

you open your mouth to respond, but the words catch in your throat. how can you explain that it was just a friendly promise, a moment of celebration? that it means nothing compared to what you have with laura? you can see the doubt in her eyes, and it scares you.

“it was nothing, i swear,” you say, squeezing her hand. 

“sophia’s just… sophia. she’s engaged to michael and i do not have feelings for her outside of platonic ones. you’re the one i’m with, the one i love.”

laura takes a deep breath, nodding again, but you can tell the seed of doubt has been planted. 

the victory feels hollow now, and as you pull her into a hug, you can’t shake the feeling that this game has cost you something far more important than a spot in the gold medal match.

so much for what you said in the locker room at halftime. you’re terrified that you might’ve manifested something. 

you hold laura close, feeling the tension in her body as she tries to keep her emotions in check. 

the cheers and celebrations around you fade into the back of your mind, replaced by the sound of her uneven-- and tired--breathing. 

you hate this—the way the game has twisted something as pure as your love for each other into a source of tension.

“laur,” you murmur against her hair, trying to comfort her as you sit on the grass, 

“you’re the one i’m going to go home with after this all ends. none of this changes that.”

she pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours, trying to find reassurance in your words. 

“but it does, doesn’t it? we’re always on different sides out here, and it feels like… i don’t know, like we’re not on the same team anymore– i mean we aren’t physically– but i mean with us.”

the vulnerability in her voice breaks your heart. you never wanted this—never wanted to be the reason she felt insecure or doubted what you have together. 

you cup her face gently, your thumb brushing away a tear that threatens to spill over.

“we’re always on the same team in this relationship,” you say firmly, hoping your conviction can bridge the gap that’s opened between you. 

“what happened on this field stays here. it’s just a game, but you and me? it exists everywhere else.”

laura looks down, her lips pressed into a thin line. “it’s hard to separate it sometimes, you know? watching you celebrate with her, hearing what you said echoing outside of the locker room at halftime… it hurt, y/n.”

the honesty in her words cuts deep, your heart drops and you feel a huge wave of guilt hit you. she heard what you said. 

you wish you could go back, change how you reacted, change what you said to sophia, change how you celebrated. but you can’t. all you can do is try to make it right now.

“i didn’t mean to say that.. or to hurt you,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. 

“sophia and i—we’re just friends. she was just trying to cheer me up, that’s all. i don’t think that you’ll hate me like I said in the locker– the emotions of this game were just–” you cut yourself off, finding no excuses. 

“you’re the one i care about, the one who matters to me.” you say with full sincerity. 

“I know that, but it’s hard when we’re out here, competing like this. i don’t want to feel like i’m fighting for you.” laura’s eyes soften, but there’s still a shadow of doubt lingering. 

the feeling of playing against you all of the time is starting to catch up to the german girl.

she's never been your teammate on the pitch, just an opponent or rival.

“you’re not,” you insist, your grip on her tightening as if you could physically hold her fears at bay. 

“you have all of me, laura. there’s no one else, and never will be.” you stare into her eyes. 

she nods slowly, taking in your words, and you can see the conflict in her eyes begin to ease, if only slightly. 

“i want to believe that,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “but this… it’s just hard.”

you pull her into another hug, wanting to shield her from the pain, to show her that nothing has changed between you. 

“i love you, laur,” you say, the words a promise as much as a declaration. 

“we’ll get through this, together. when you win that bronze medal, i promise i’ll be there to celebrate with you.”

laura lets out a shaky breath, her arms wrapping around you tightly. “i love you too,” she murmurs against your shoulder. 

“i just… i don’t want to lose you and three years of us to this– to a football match if anything.”

“you won’t,” you assure her, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. 

“we’ll figure it out. we always do.” you say. this is true, you guys have solved small disagreements before and have made compromises. 

a small, fragile smile forms on her lips. not caring about any cameras or teammates that could see it– you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. 

the sound of your teammate, sam, calling your name pulls you back to the present. you know you have to go, to join them in celebrating the victory, but you’re reluctant to leave laura’s side. 

you’d stay by her side forever if you could. ninety minutes of rivalry exhausted you. 

laura notices your look at sam and gives you a small nod.

“go,” she says, her voice steadier now. “you deserve to celebrate. i’ll be okay.”

“are you sure?” you hesitate, searching her face for any lingering doubts. 

“i’m sure. we will talk more later back home, okay?” she smiles, a bit more convincingly this time.

you nod, pressing one last kiss to her lips before standing up.

the joy of the journey towards gold feels muted, but as you jog back to your team, you glance over your shoulder at laura. 

she’s watching you, and there’s a small smile on her face, one that tells you she’s trying to be okay..

as you rejoin your teammates, the cheers and laughter envelop you, but your mind is still on laura. 

the victory with your national teammates is bittersweet, a reminder of the delicate balance you have to maintain between your love and your rivalry when playing on the national level– even club level since you play for bayern and she plays for frankfurt.

but you’re determined to make it work, to ensure that no game, no matter how important, comes between you and the woman you love.

you’re determined to show laura that she’s the most important part of your life—on and off the field.

well, after you win that gold medal for your team. 

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[jay-arts-t]

October slide is up on us chronically ill individuals so here are some Logan, Laura and Wade headcanons.

I'd like to think Logan experiences pretty similar symptoms to EDS (So more like HSD since they may not experience all related symptoms) since his joints have to hold together adamantium bones. He gets that deep aching twang in his knees, his back hurts more no matter what position he sleeps in.

Wade jokes that he's going into hibernation because Logan starts to struggle with getting up in the morning - not because he's a lazy lump, he just can't bring himself to get out of the warm little pile they've got going on. But once Wade realizes it's because Logan gets chronic pain as well he's investing in an electric blanket to keep them all warm. Logan lives in that blanket now. Their electric bill is through the roof.

I imagine whenever something dislocates or drifts he just casually shoves it back in place as best he can, unless it's his ribs. There isn't much he can do about it. The first time he mentioned that his ribs drift Wade went, "I'm sorry your WHAT?? Put them back???" while Laura just nodded in understanding

Laura experiences pretty similarly to Logan since they have the same conditions. Well, at least in the movie franchise they both have fully adamantium skeletons. I think in the comics they surgically removed her claws, coated them in adamantium and re-implanted them. Pretty sure they did the same thing with Daken with the muramasa blade- but that's a whole can of worms for another time.

I think Laura gets a lot more of the internal issues rather than a lot of joint pain. Yes it's still there, but she has a harder time with stomach pain, her periods are more painful because even internal tissue is affected by EDS. So essentially if she's having a Not Fun Time™ she's crawling over to Logan and using him as a heating pad. Which Logan doesn't mind because 1 Yippie Daughter Time, 2 Yippie Affection, and 3 the pressure feels good on his joints and they both end up falling asleep for the lovable 3pm 6-hour nap.

Laura 🤝 Wade - silly patterned compression socks. You will never see that woman not wearing them. She gets Logan Garfield ones and he wears holes into them.

Once the first leaf falls from the trees Wade is BUNDLED. Warm hat? Check. 3 shirts, 2 hoodies, 2 pants plus compression leggings, 3 socks, and a big ol' winter coat. Logan calls him ridiculous and reminds him that winter and autumn aren't as consistent as they used to be, and they'll probably be back in the 80s the next day. But Wade isn't hearing any of it. He's staying vigilant. He knows his body. It doesn't matter if it's hot or cold, as soon as fall hits his body is like, "hey you know that healing factor you have? Damn where'd it go???"

Laura gets him a portable heating pad.

Vanessa helps Logan learn about what foods are easy on Wade's stomach and which ones to avoid making so he's not in more pain than he already is.

Once winter hits Logan is happy because he's lone wolf cringe and likes the silence and solidarity of winter. Baby you're not getting that in the inner city parts of New York. You're getting slush in the sidewalks and the distinct smell of artificial salt and probably most definitely sewage.

On the other hand, Laura and Wade are miserable. They miss summer. Everything was better when it was hot. Their only reprieve is that it's soup season and also hot beverages are more available (besides coffee, though Laura is a big coffee person. Logan hates it, she calls him a pussy. Wade also hates it unless it's iced with 800 pumps of vanilla and caramel and creamer (real)). I think Wade would be a big eggnog lover but it destroys his stomach. Logan has caught him chugging the carton in the middle of the night. It was disgusting. Logan does the same thing with apple cider.

That's all I got for now

[teecupangel]

I wonder if there are times where Desmond could come off as terrifying without meaning too? Like he's just doing something he thinks is mundane, but whoevers near by is like no Desmond normally people don't climb buildings that high. Or no we all aren't professional knife throwers when we are boredly throwing knives

(I have a thing for Outside POVs so here's a pre-AC1!bartender!Desmond being weird and low-key terrifying.

Note: his fake name in this little fic is Derek Milton because he's not that imaginative)

“Hey, Ted.”

“Yeah?”

“Who was the bartender last night?”

“Oh, you mean Derek? He’s been working here longer than any of us. Pretty chill guy. What’s up?”

“Uuhh… nothing. It’s just…”

“Ooohhh. You got Derk’ed, didn’t you?”

“Got what?”

“Wait. Hey, Laura! Newbie got his first Derk’ed!”

“Congrats, man! You have your bingo card?”

“Bingo card???”

“Here. So Derek’s kind of a weirdo. If you get bingo, you get a free drink on your next shift. So… which one did you see him do?”

“The center says ‘family cult or hippies’?”

“Yeah, that’s a freebie but you gotta look out for that. Mia missed hers ‘cause he just said it and then started talking about edible grass. Oh, that’s the top-left one, by the way. We also count if he talks about edible flowers.”

“The middle right one says BnE?”

“Breaking and entering. But you gotta ask him to do it. Kinda like a consent thing to him. Anyway, if you forget the lock combination of your locker or you locked your car or you’re Jake and your ex locked you out of your apartment after she left you as a final fuck you after learning you fucked her stepmom, you call him and he’ll unlock shit for you free of charge. We usually give him a bag of chocolates as a thank you. He has a sweet tooth. If you really wanna say thank you, he really likes Banoffee pie from Starbucks.”

“Uuuhhh… this one says badass knife?”

“That one is when you see him do cool moves with a knife. You’d usually see it if he’s cutting garnish, especially when there’s like a drunk bachelorette party that he’s trying to impress. They give him extra tips when he’s being flashy.”

“And this… uuhh… kick ass?”

“That’s pretty self-explanatory, I think? Just look out when he kicks anyone out. He’s usually the one who takes out the violent ones.”

“We have a bouncer, right?”

“Yeah but he’s like… a martial artist or something? Anya once saw him kick the ass of a dude three times his size. Anyway, you get that space if you see him kick ass. And, don’t call the cops. We don’t want any cops around here.”

“Uh-huh. I can see why…”

“So, which one’s you saw last night anyway?”

“Uh… he told me not to serve some guys because they were mobsters? Said he’d take care of them?”

“Oh, that counts as ‘badguydar’.”

“Badguydar?”

“It’s like a gaydar but for really bad guys. He can spot them, like, in a flash.”

“……… Are we sure he’s not… ex-CIA or something?”

“… Would you like to join the betting pool we have on that? Highest bet we have at the moment is ‘secret child soldier government program’.”

“What???”

[daylilifiedsundrewdrops]

Tape Recording #3.

[ CLICK ] Goo-oood Morning, Mr. Tape Recorder! Or, well, Evening. But I just woke up from a short lil' nap, so whatevs. Oh, you will not believe today. So today is Friday, meaning tomorrow is.. Drum rolls please.. [They're slapping their hands on the table to make a drum noise.]

Tada! The weekends. Hopefully, this time, Mom will allow me to go with my classmates to their Gala. I heard from Sofia with an S and Zophia with a Z that they get ice cream and free restaurant food. Anywaayyyysss, that's not the only good news today. So, remember yesterday when I said that begging might get Ms. Joana to give me those flowers for free? I decided to try it, and she actually gave me some! Maybe out of pity but I don't care 'cause I got a bundle of- [Rustling. They pick something up.] -Piiinnnkkk roses up here. Look at them, Mr. Tape Recorder, aren't they beautiful? .... Glad to know you agree with me. Aside from that, I got only one headache in the past hours! Normally, I'd get like 4 or 5 and then 2 more while recording or after recording. Isn't that just fantasti-licious? Anyway, Anyway... Right, so remember that art contest I talked about when I first set you up? okay like, apparently, it'll come ask for volunteers at our school next week. That's too long and honestly, I deserve to be on that stage! Hopefully they come on Monday. And- Oh! I forgot, so I read 7 books today for the readathon. They were short but... Hey, they're still books. '' City of The Light '' By Mel Olbourne, '' The Clock '' By Ikira Nitto, '' Havens '' By... How do you even pronounce this? ...Never mind. Next, '' Darkened Skies '' By Evvon H. Jhelen. '' Dragon's Life '' By Sarah Dallimon, '' Time '' By Kirron KK, and lastly, '' Is He Here? '' By uh.... Zeus Tellisman. I feel like the other kids are reading more books than I am a day. Or maybe I'm just really slow. Oh well! Soo, some kids, don't really know who, but some kids decided to graffiti some art on the alleyway halls, like the one at the back of Wilvewood Highschool. Didn't know until I overheard some kids gossiping about it but apparently it was just some random letters, with some crossed out. '' Pa'z oly '' ...At least, I think that's what they said. Did I ever mention that my memory is good when I'm not rushing things? No? Okay. Speaking of which, 2 kids from Wilvewood high also went mssing. And only one today too. Laura from the kindergarten section. You know, usually I don't feel bad about the missing kids, but Laura is an exception. Not because I like her, no.. But uh, because she was a kindergartener, I guess. I feel bad for her parents. [Inaudible mumbling.] ...On a more positive note, I- shrk- [They curse under their breath. Another headache? And they thought they broke their usual headache streak.] [ 5 Minutes. ] [ 10 Minutes. ] [ 20 Minutes. ] [ 25 Minutes, ] [ 30-

Sorry, gosh, that headache was worse than all the others... Ugh.... Let me just end this quickly... I got home late and got scolded by my mother... So now I'm hungry and shit. Ugh, Sorry, Mr. Tape Recorder, I think I have to go to bed.. What is up with me this past week?

[ CLICK ]

[ducky-died-inside]

Only Us: Raph (rottmnt) x Fem Reader

Summary: It was safe to say that Raphael Hamato was definitely not doing okay. 

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Notes: had this thought last night and I couldn't help writing it

Warnings: nightmares and tears

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It was safe to say that Raphael Hamato was definitely not doing okay. 

Ever since the Kraang Invasion, Raph had been having nightmares. Sometimes, they failed in banishing them back to the prison dimension. Sometimes, Leo doesn't make it out of the prison dimension. Sometimes, Raph himself gets killed by the Kraang. Sometimes, you get killed while fighting the Sister Kraang. Sometimes, Mikey disappears with his portal after they have Leo back. Sometimes, Donnie gets so messed up from hacking the ship that his shell breaks.

Most of the time, Raph just doesn't sleep. He forces himself to stay awake, unable to handle seeing things that his mind makes look so vivid. Coffee becomes one of his best friends, along with the sounds of Donnie working late nights and early mornings. His brother comes to check on him sometimes, but nods with understanding when he mentions the night terrors.

Sometimes, Raph goes up on a rooftop to hide and to look at the city below instead of talking to someone. He keeps a silent vigil, making sure the foot clan doesn't come back wanting revenge for the Kraang. He stops a few robberies, not bothering to call his brothers for help. 

 A few times you find him on the roof of your apartment and sit with him, holding his hand and smiling at him, reminding him that the Kraang were actually gone.

This was one of those times. The nightmare had been especially bad, showing him getting completely possessed and killing everyone, including you and his brothers. He had woken up with tears streaming down his face and an overwhelming sense of failure and disappointment. He clutched his hand to his plastron, his arm tingling with phantom pains where the Kraang had taken over. 

He needed to breathe fresh air, so he went up the ladder and started jumping from rooftop to rooftop. He was looking for yours in particular, needing the hope you provided. He recognized the setting of your apartment building, and he found it was quiet, the cool air nice against his tear-stained face. The stars twinkled above him, and he's sure that you or Donnie would be able to recognize the constellations overhead.

Heaving a sigh of relief, he sat down on the edge of the wall, the tails of his bandanna fluttering in the wind. He hadn't taken it off since the Kraang had attacked, and he didn't really plan to any time soon. It felt nice, like a disguise. It felt like if someone saw him, they wouldn't know it was him. They wouldn't know what he did.

He didn't know how long he had been outside when the door opened, but he turned and saw you standing in the doorway. He turned away quickly, missing your worried gaze. Your footsteps were soft as you approached, sitting down next to him on the wall.

"Hey you."

He smiled down at you, your grin sending warmth down his back. "Hey."

 You squeezed his hand and leaned against his side. "You know I love getting visits from you, but what are you doing here at 3 AM? I thought the nightmares had been slowing down."

Raph shook his head, looking down."Sorry."

"For what?" Your face twisted with confusion.

"I told you they were slowing down, an' they aren't. They've gotten so much worse."

He watched as you processed his words, your face going through a bunch of different emotions at once. He could tell you wanted to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth.

"Y/N?" You still didn't respond and his shoulders slumped. He should've known something like this would happen eventually. He straightened his back and looked back down at you. "Listen. I understand if you don't want to do this thing with me anymore. I know I am a lot to handle sometimes, but I can be better. I can do better, if that's what I need to do. I don't want to lose you too, and I know I should have told you about the nightmares, but I jus' didn't want you to worry."

You seemed to snap out of a trance, immediately shaking your head and holding his hands tighter.

"Raph, no! I don't need you to sell me on reasons to want you. I don't need you to search for the proof that I should. You don't have to convince me. You don't have to be scared you're not enough. 'Cause what we've got going is good." He felt his brain twist in confusion. You weren't done with him? "We don't need more reminders of all that's been broken. We don't need to fix what we'd rather forget. Clear the slate and start over, try to quiet the noises in your head, cause we can't compete with all that." You looked at him hopefully. "So what if it's us? What if it's us, and only us, and what came before won't count anymore or matter? Can we try that? What if it's you, and what if it's me, and what if that's all that we need it to be, and the rest of the world falls away? What do you say?"

Raph's brain almost couldn't comprehend that you had asked him a question. "I never thought there'd be someone like you who would want me," He answered shakily. "So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go. But if you really see me, if you like me for me and nothing else . . . well, that's all that I've wanted for longer than you could possibly know. So it can be us! It can be us, and only us, and what came before won't count anymore or matter. We can try that!"

You joined in with him, your voices melding together. "It's not so impossible! Nobody else but the two of us here, 'cause you're saying it's possible. We can just watch the whole world disappear. 'Til you're the only one I still know how to see." 

"It's just you and me." Your eyes shined with a happiness Raph hadn't seen before. "It'll be us. It'll be us, and only us, and what came before won't count anymore. We can try that. You and me, that's all that we need it to be, and the rest of the world falls away. And the rest of the world falls away, and it's only us."

He hugged you closer, being careful of the ledge of the rooftop. "Thanks for coming out here, Y/N."

"Anytime, Raph. I love you so much, and I want to see you get better. I want to see you wake up one day and realize that everything might be okay. I want to help you get there."

Raph nodded and yawned, stretching his arms high above his head. You laughed, sliding off the ledge and on to the roof. "Okay big guy. It looks like you need to get some sleep. Maybe if you get more than 4 hours, I'll get us some pizza for breakfast."

He followed you downstairs to your room, and immediately fell asleep on the couch, too tired to argue against not going back to the lair with his brothers. 

It was the first night of good sleep he had gotten for a long time.

[halfmyfault]

@allcnfetti

he parked the car and then walked? no. skipped? ran, maybe? something between the last two. way too obviously excited to the point where it was almost embarrassing. ordinarily frank would have been embarrassed. in that moment, it would take a weather catastrophe to stop him in his tracks. a big one too. he was half certain he might just pull tyler into the barn while the tornado touched the ground outside. — so when he knocked on the door, all jittery energy and coy smiles, to find libby laura standing there. very little changed. — he simply tipped his hat. oh how he had missed his hat. and flashed her his best smile, "ma'am. hi, hey, afternoon, hm, you think you could point me to where tyler is? i— hm, clarifying point, i don't know how much he shares, we aren't fighting anymore, i'm not here to start trouble, i swear to god."

[gratisdiamanten]

One thing solely missing from dead dove maxiel fic is age gap emphasis. Like sometimes there’s a cute mention but it has zero impact on their actual relationship or behavior or like other’s peoples reactions, like in ‘canon’ max was 16!!! when max signed and started testing and the media was all up in arms about his age, like that should totally carry over to his relationship. Also that he was kinda forced to grow up under the media and how that impacts him mentally and how his personality allows him maturity in that way. Also how at the same time his younger siblings were being born. Idk max is just So Interesting. You could murder the dove in hundreds of ways but squab is so under utilized honestly. Lots of things to exploit here, for daniel, jos, christian, helmut ect ect

No literally! He was like... a kid... I know age gaps aren't really actually harped on that hard, because they're all rich as fuck and no one gives a rat's ass what a rich man does. But still, be serious... they would get at least some scrutiny. Someone would say hey is this not a little weird? Even removed from homophobia, someone (me) would be weirded out. But of course Max thinks he is ready for everything. Why wouldn't he? Everyone in his life told him he was. Everyone around him failed him.

My favorite dead dove, like, plot/theme mechanisms are like. Subverting either their stereotypical roles which we know are Max as anxious and pessimistic and Daniel as happy-go-lucky and optimistic; or their narrative arcs (giving Daniel everything he wanted ever and forcing him to reckon with the consequences, or isolating and dooming Max with no closure - when both are not true to them irl whatsoever!). Like for example, Daniel as well-liked and extremely successful in a prestigious environment. Or Max put into the "dead girl" horror trope or "dead child" trope, ie Danny Latimer in Broadchurch, Laura Palmer from Twin Peaks, or Alice Palmer from Lake Mungo. Max's irl story is insanely good and healing with closure for HIM! So because they're so WRONG they catch your attention... and expand the range of either character.

[theoracleofgiana]

Aromantic Meeting

(Happy aromantic week! This is unfortunately not canon due to many of the characters not knowing the others. However, in an alternative universe this would 100% happen :). Hope you enjoy it and I am sorry if I get things wrong.)

Deus shuffled nervously. Mary Ann gives him an annoyed look. "Deus, we're going to miss the meeting completely if we stay out here," Teresa points out to the black-haired mimic. Deus just gives the other two a pleading look. "Deus, no one's gonna give you a hard time because you don't know if you're on the spectrum," Mary Ann says with a shake of her head. Teresa nods her agreement. When Deus drops his head, the two know they've won. Grabbing both sides of Deus, the three head inside.

Between Jayden's reassuring words and Brooklynn's laughter, Rosalie just wanted to go home. She never wanted to be her in the first place but Marcie had forced her. The things Rosalie did for that woman. "It'll be okay, Rose," Jayden tells her with a soft smile. Of course, it'd be okay for Jayden. She knew what she was and it's commonly known what she was. Rosalie knew she was cupioromantic, but would others accept that? She had always felt other people on the aromantic spectrum would look down on her or tell her she was wrong. Rosalie hadn't noticed Brooklynn moving in front of her. "Hey Rose," Rosalie's head snapped up to meet Brooklynn's eyes. "The people in there are going to accept you. You're just as much aro as me and Jay, do you understand?" Brooklynn's graze was piercing and her tone was steady. Rosalie nods, grateful for Brooklynn's bluntness. "Good. Now, get up and be the confident Rose we know," Brooklynn says with a smirk. She gets up and offers her hand to Rosalie who takes it. Rosalie takes a deep breath and loops her arms through the others. The three all go inside. 

Inside the building, Emilia is messaging someone on her watch clearly upset. Allison, after being a good host and showing the people who came in where the snacks and drinks were, returns to Emilia with an inquisitive look. "What's wrong?" She asks startling Emilia a bit. Emilia recovers quickly and gives her a sad smile. "A friend of mine is nervous to come," She explains with a few hand gestures. "I'm worried cause I think this may help them out of their shell." Allison nods and thinks for a moment. When they had the idea of a place for Aro and Aces to come hang out, the two of them were nervous about how it would be received. This small get-together for Aromantic Week was just the start of the club events they hoped to host. They needed all the hope they could get. "Let me talk to her," Allison suggests with her hand out. Emilia hesitates for a moment before handing the watch over. "Good luck," She says to Allison before moving to greet the others. Allison looks at the watch's holographic messages. She immediately knows who Emilia was talking to. Laura, She types with new resolve, Going to this meeting will help you understand more. Aren't you curious if there are others like you? Laura's chat stats typing then goes away. After a few seconds, it comes back. Fine. 

Once everyone arrived, Emilia and Allison directed the group to a circle of chairs. Emilia sat down and gave a smile that eased serval people's nerves. "Well, since this event is in honor of Aros I'm assuming most of you are on the spectrum?" It's phased as a question and many people nod their answer. Her smile grows wider. "Well, my co-host here is Ace, so I'm most in charge of this event today but she's here for support if you need it," Emilia gestures to Allison who sits next to her. "With that out of the way, does anyone feel comfortable telling the group where they are on the spectrum?" People look at each other nervously until Rosalie stands up. "I'm Rosalie Willow and I am cupioromantic," To everyone else Rosalie spoke with confidence, in reality, Rosalie was terrified. "That's wonderful!" Emilia's eyes were full of pride for Rosalie. It caused the fairy to smile widely and sit down happily. Taking the initiative, Mary Ann stood up. "I'm Mary Ann Evo and I am aromantic," She tells the group while most looking at Deus. "Amazing," Emilia's praise makes Mary Ann stand a little taller before she sits down. Jayden stands up this time albeit a little hesitant. "I'm Jayden Rivers and I'm ace. I'm here to support two of my friends," Allison gives Jayden a thumbs up. "That's perfectly fine. Everyone needs someone to support them sometimes," Emilia tells Jayden causing Jayden to smile happily and sit down. Laura stands up next still a little on edge. "I'm Laura Yellen and I'm demiromantic," Pride swells in Emilia at her friend's introduction. "That's excellent," Allison tells Laura as Emilia stares at her. Laura chuckles softly and sits down. Teresa stretches a little as she stands up. "Hey, everyone, I'm Teresa Vymor. I'm just plain aromantic," She says to the group with a bit of flair. "That's still brilliant," Emilia tells Teresa who smiles in return and sits down. Brooklynn stands up with a faint smile. "I'm Brooklynn Maron and I'm an aroace," Brooklynn seems content with her intro and sits down almost immediately. "That's marvelous Brooklynn," Emilia still complements the girl which in turn makes Brooklynn's faint smile come back. Finally, it was Deus's turn. He gulps nervously before standing up. "I'm Deus, and I'm uh ace. I think I'm on the aromantic spectrum but I'm not sure," He says while staring at the ground. "That's perfectly okay Deus. Sometimes we don't have a label for things or it takes some time to know who we are," Emilia reassures the man. Deus smiles and nods not trusting his voice. He almost wants to cry at the words Emilia has said. It's as if those were the words he needed to hear all along. He sits down quickly. Emilia stands up as the only one not had a turn (Besides Allison who shook her head when being asked to go). "I'm Emilia Ochre and I am idemromantic," She tells the group smile never leaving her face. Both Laura and Rosalie visibly seem happier at her words. After all the introductions, they start talking amongst themselves. 

When the group finishes the meeting, it's already dark. Everyone is happy and they all agree to meet every other Friday to hang out. New friends are formed and others gain more confidence in themself and their sexuality. Emilia and Allison could not be happier and couldn't wait to host the next meeting. 

(A/n: I'm sorry it's not the best. I'm happy I could write these characters meeting and making friends with each other. Again, happy Aro week! I hope all aro's a good week this week (and all other weeks of course)! Hope you enjoyed, bye!)

[anechomirrored]

Fandom: Original

Rating: G

Prompt(s): "I never said that."

Warnings: mentioned illness

It was a quiet morning in the diner. Most of the morning traffic had left along with the tourists. Now, Tom just had to handle the regulars.

"I swear these roads get worse every year!" Grumbled Old Sam.

He wasn't really all that old but he talked like he was. He was always on about the state of something in the world.

Laura, a woman in her late twenties with a pair of square frames and a black watch flannel. She spoke like a Noir film secretary. At least the type that served up dry wit with a side of sarcasm any chance she got.

"Well,Sam that is how erosion works." she answered in with a deadpan delivery that had Tom playing his smile off as a customer service gesture.

"Don't give me that crap." Countered Sam, " I am talking about the sorry state of construction crews out here. They take six guys out to put down one shovel full of asphalt-"

"Actually, they hire more than just men these days. It's quite the century, you should visit." Said Laura as Tom topped up her coffee.

Making his way to the next table Tom caught the end of a phone call.

"Yeah,yeah. I'll get it done Margaret, just let a man breakfast in peace!"

"Good afternoon, Jet." Tom greeted.

Jet was a good carpenter, a good friend and absolutely terrible at time management. This monring her was wearing his usual flannel, with a misting of sawdust.

"Hey Tommy." He answered with a sigh of exasperation.

At the sound of the front door Tom glanced up and paused.

A young woman with short blonde curls had just entered the diner. She took in the room with a bright expression before making her way towards the bar. Settling herself on a stool she turn to look out at the room once more. Her eyes fell on Tom and that smile became dazzling.

"You gonna top up my coffee, or?" Jet bumped his empty mug against Tom's arm.

He let out a small chuckle when Tom jumped.

Jet waved off his friend's apologies and flashed a smile of his own at the girl.

She waved and turned back to peruse the menu boards above the backbar.

"Do you know her?" Asked Tom.

"Nah, not really. That's Joanne's daughter. She's back from school and looking for work. Doubt she'll find anything here, though."

"Why's she wanna work around her?"

"Not my business ,Tom. Go ask her yourself."

"You don't know."

"I never said that." Jet took a long drink from his coffee.

Turning back towards the bar Tom approached, strangely aware of the sound of his shoes on the tile and the itch of his shirt collar.

"Good afternoon, Miss." He said, his customer façade saving him from stumbling over his words.

Her expression was one of deep thought. She was looking at the boards above but those knit brows suggested she was seeing more than today's specials.

The young woman's eyes flit down from the menu and her expression shifted back to that brilliant smile.

"Hey there!" She chirped back.

Tom couldn't help but notice that her eyes still looked worried.

"You're new in town, aren't you?" He asked.

"Kinda, my name's Gretta."

Gretta, that sounded familiar.

Suddenly it clicked.

Joanne had been sick last month. He remembered Old Sam lamenting it a week back. There had been an ambulance called twice in that time. Some gossip suggested a stroke, others cancer.

Tom, himself had been out of town. His old man always planned a fishing trip around that time. The two of them would take off and spend a few weeks at the cabin, blissfully dead to the world beyond and the troubles it carried.

Suddenly that smile looked more put on. That sweet cheery lilt to Gretta's voice was just a bit too cheery.

Tom felt something in his smile shift.

"Nice to meet you, Gretta. Do you know what you'd like?" Tom wasn't one to go digging.

Any suspicions he had could wait. For now, Gretta looked like she needed a hot meal and a kind exchange.

"Yeah, is it too late for brunch?" She asked.

Tom gave a theatrical hum while glancing up at the clock.

Gretta's smile looked more genuine when she laughed.

Tom produced a white porcelain mug from beneath the counter.

"One brunch special coming right up, Miss Gretta."

[whimsicalmeerkat]

Let’s gooooo!

Filenames:

Trading Up - meet cute

Stasis - Role Reversal

as through a glass darkly - mirrors/reflections

Time Fuckery

turns at every sound - Alternate Dark!Laura Ending

Snippet from turns at every sound:

Derek stops walking when his uncle does. Peter leans in close to a tree and takes a long sniff, just like he's been doing all day. Derek is just waiting for him to get down on the ground and sniff like a dog.

Not that it's not effective That isn't the point. They aren't dogs. He learned that from Peter. Well, learned why it matters that other people know it.

Fuck, it feels so good to have Peter back. Being back on Hale land feels good, but not as good as seeing Peter, being able to talk to him--to touch him.

"It just doesn't make sense," Peter says again. "All I can smell is Laura and some human teenager."

"I know," Derek says. "I haven't been able to pick up anything else, either. Listen, do we really care? We were planning to kill her. Are we really that upset someone beat us to it?"

Peter gives him a very judgmental look.

"Oh, I don't know nephew, why would we be worried about a human who can kill an alpha werewolf? That sounds an awful lot like a hunter to me."

There's a snort from behind them and both men whirl in that direction. Two teenage boys are standing at the treeline. One of them has brown hair and the other has a buzz cut. Neither of them should have been able to sneak up on him or Peter, let alone both.

"This is private property," he says to the boys.

The short-haired boy grins widely.

"Derek Hale! I—Beacon Hills has missed your scowling face," he says, throwing his arms wide.

"Who are you. How do you know who I am," Derek snaps, unnerved by the level of familiarity from someone who is an absolute stranger to him.

"I'm someone who doesn't matter and never will and I'm the person you relied on most. I've been in your past and your present, never the future, none of which is important. The real question you should be asking yourself is what I am here to do."

"Stiles, did you take your meds today?" the other kid asks his friend.

"Yes, Scott. This isn't ADHD," the short-haired boy says.

Derek barely stops himself from asking what the hell kind of name Stiles is.

"What are you here to do, Stiles?" Peter asks, coming up to stand by Derek.

Derek isn't expecting Stiles' smile to turn into a smirk.

"Hey there, Zombiewolf. Since you asked so nicely, I'll go ahead and tell you. I'm here to play Cupid and prevent a lot of deaths."

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[romanoffsbish]

… Never Too Late

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Previous Part

Natasha's POV

I don't really remember my movements, or how I ended up on the quinjet with Clint. I just remember Clint and I landing, then finding myself face to face with Fury, and boy was that a fight to remember.

"Agent Romanoff, Agent Barton. Welcome ba"

"How long?!" I angrily question the man, interrupting him.

"Listen.."

"No ! You answer the damn question!" I seethe, knowing he's dancing around it.

"A month."

"Are you kidding me?! Why did you wait so long to contact us?" I shout

"We've been sending agents, none have returned with her. The last set found evidence of Hydra's involvement."

"You should've called me! Us! Barton and I would've had her back within the day! Now you've waited so long, finding her will be so much more difficult."

"Agent Romanoff, this wasn't an Avengers level threat until the potential Hydra involvement." He says with a nonchalant tone as if Y/N's just some rookie agent. As if she's not the most important person here...

I shot daggers into him with how intense my glare is.

"Nick!" I seethe, knowing he hates to be called out of his title.

"If anything happened to her I will not forgive you! I was a SHIELD agent first, so when "Avenging" is not taking place, I'm more than available for lower end missions. If Barton and I don't get her back in one piece, I will not hesitate to kill you."

"Ditto!" Clint agrees, staring daggers of his own into Fury.

Y/N, Clint and I were the inseparable trio, so this clearly upsets him just as much.

~~~

"Hey Y/N/N!" Clint shouts as he approached us from behind. He jumped on her back and gave her a noogie, and in response she flipped him off of her and onto the ground with ease.

"Oomph... My back..." He whines

"Yeah! Well what about my hair?!" She giggles

She extended her hand out to help him up.

He groans and then turns to me.

"Natasha" he says with a nod.

"What's up Birdboy?" Y/N asks

"What do you two say to coming with me to the farm? Laura's been begging for some time with her favorite women! Also, Coop and Lyla miss you guys terribly."

Y/N and I locked eyes, knowing the answer is yes, but also wanting to tease ...

"What did you do?" I asked

"Wh-what do you mean? It's just that Laur and the kids miss you. Why do you assume I've done something ?"

"We can smell your fear Barton!" Y/N says with a straight face

He uncomfortably stares between us, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay... I might've let our anniversary pass..."

"You forgot your anniversary?! You asshole!" Y/N shouts, while I slap him on his shoulder.

"Of course we have to save the day! You will be taking the next three missions I don't want, no questions asked!" I whine

"You just need to make sure Laura makes me her famous mac and cheese and has my cookies in the pantry." Y/N also states her demands.

"Go get us cleared with Fury for the weekend Barton, leave the fixing to us!" I state, shooing him away.

He scurried off, giving a thankful nod to us as he went.

"He's a hopeless idiot..." Y/N laughs out

"Yeah, but he's our hopeless idiot!" I quip back with a laugh back as we set off to save the day.

~~~

Fury nodded in understanding that Clint and I could take him out with ease.

"This is all the information you have?" Clint questions Fury with disdain in his tone.

"Correct. Keep in touch with Hill and I." He tries to command.

I scoffed

"We'll be focused on our rescue mission, the only updates you'll get will be when we return, and your fates decided." I bite back and make my way to the jet.

Clint and I landed in Russia, and settled into our safe house. We have our agents on standby for when we get her location pinpointed.

I called Stark in the hopes that he could help. He was able to track her comms to its last location. It's been a week since it was last online—we assume before it died, so he was able to pinpoint a general zone for us.

Hydra's not the type to stay in one zone, but they also aren't the type to run far. So after two days Clint and I had found a collection of abandoned warehouses and unclaimed land within fifty miles of the location.

"We set out tomorrow morning!" Clint asserts

"Yep!! The agents are at the ready."

Clint went to his cot, and I found my way to the kitchen. I couldn't sleep, so I sat in the kitchen drinking tea, and eating Y/N's favorite cookies...

~~~

"Where's Barton?!" Y/N shouts as she barges into my room.

Seriously, anyone else and I'd have killed them.

"Not sure, I also do not really care..."

I reply while reading my book.

Initially I didn't even glance up, but then I decided this could be fun. "Why?"

"He's dead is why! ... He ate the last of my cookies." She growls

I rolled my eyes in realization that my stories been ruined over stolen cookies.

"Y/N/N... You can just buy more cookies.." I whine

"Oh, I know! But I just got back from a mission, ready to relax, and now Birdboy must suffer the consequences of his actions." She growls

"Are you in?" She questions with a mischievous spark in her eyes.

I know this is petty, but everything around here has been slow, and the idea of Clint suffering is funny.

"I'm in!" I groan in response.

"So, what's the plan?"

"Oh. I hadn't gotten that far. I expected convincing you to take more time." She giggles

"Ugh... I have to do everything around here. Even plotting your revenge." I sigh

"You're the best Natty!" She grins and kisses my cheek.

"I know.."

So, the plan is Y/N stands by one end of the vents, blocking Clint from escaping. I'm at the other end throwing a nontoxic stink bomb in.

This will be fun...

——

After about two minutes of hearing him flail around and gagging Y/N chooses to abandon her post. She runs directly at me, and jumps into my arms, causing me to let my end go too so I can catch her. I spun her around in a tight hug, I stopped spinning to see Clint drop out, followed by a cloud of smoke.

Y/N dropped out of my arms, we locked eyes, and then we burst into fits of laughter while he lied there groaning.

Y/N and I waited for the smoke to dissipate before we walked over to help him up.

"That will teach you to never mess with my cookies again! Right?" Y/N says while gripping his shoulders intensely.

"Yes.." he whimpers then turns around, shouting back "They were absolutely delicious though!"

I then had to catch Y/N before she could chase him down, I basically saved his life...

I threw her over my shoulder, and carried her to my bike.

"Let's go get your cookies!" I groan out while handing her a helmet.

"You really are the best Natty!" She giggles while wrapping her arms around me, snuggling in close before I drive off.

~~~

I spent the whole night reliving all of our best memories. In doing so I realize how dumb I really was walking away that day. None of this would be happening if I hadn't.

"Ready to go?" Clint asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Let me just load my suit with my weapons!"

"Sounds good." .. "We'll get her back Nat! She's too stubborn to die." He sadly chuckles out

"Yeah! She really is." I agree almost finding myself reminiscing on all the old mission memories, but there's no time for that.

——

Three sets of agents have come up empty handed after making their ways through potential locations. Clint and I have as well. We're meeting in the middle, where there's two abandoned warehouses surrounding a lot of unclaimed land. This seemed most promising, which is why we decided to save it for when we were all together at once.

Agent Torres & Morris went into one abandoned warehouse, Clint and I went into the other—empty. Then as the eight of us advanced further towards the unclaimed land we stumbled upon a massive building. Nothing about this building screams abandoned, this is like the holy grail.

"You two take post outside. You two come with me, while you two follow Clint. Call out if you see anything suspicious. Let's get Agent Y/L/N back home."

Two minutes in and it's a shit show. Shots fired is all you hear. I left my more than capable agents to handle this warzone and I set off to find Y/N before they had a chance to take off with her.

I kicked in door after door, and as I began to lose patience and faith I heard a loud gasp. I skipped two doors down to where I heard the noise and I decided to slowly open this one instead of kicking it. I saw two Hydra goons, completely oblivious to what's taking place upstairs, towering over a figure tied to a chair.

Then I heard her voice.

"Look, Johnny, can I call you that? I don't have a single clue what the Avengers are up to!"

"Liar! You're one of them!"

"Ronny! You can't be this dense. I helped them once! I've told you this a thousand times. You guys suck at your jobs."

I couldn't help the laugh erupting from my throat. The goons turned to me, 'ready' to fight, idiots.

"Natty!" Y/N shouted

"Long time no see, kotenok" I laugh out

The goons went to charge me, but I used my widow bites rendering them both useless within five seconds.

"Pathetic."

I stepped over them and made my way to Y/N. I immediately looked her over, inspecting her for wounds.

"Natty, save this inspection for later. As much as I love to watch you fight, I'd like to keep the fighting to a minimum."

I nod, realizing we needed to get out.

"Clint, lower level! You and Torres come to help. The rest of you keep a clear path."

"You got her?" Clint questions, his voice raising up an octave or two, and I can envision the happy tears threatening to spill.

——

We got back to SHIELD's HQ.

Fury, Hill, and Cho were there to greet us.

"Agent Y/L/N! Welcome ba.." Fury tried to greet

"Get back! Cho, she's got obvious broken ribs, potential internal bleeding, and a slurry of cuts and bruises." I bark out

Y/N looked at me and sent me her best smile trying to reassure me. Cho took her off to work on her after I kissed her forehead.

"Agent Romanoff, your behaviors been abhorrent!"

"Yeah, yeah... If you ever think you can hide something like this from me again I'll end you. You're lucky, fate has granted you another day." I reply as I walk off towards the medical wing with Clint in tow.

"I'd cut your losses sir! You messed up, just accept it." Hill tells Fury

He should listen to her!

Cho informed us that Y/N would be okay, she'd just need to rest awhile. She stitched up a massive cut on her abdomen. Then she said she has three broken ribs that require bedrest. She placed a cast on her right hand for broken fingers. Clint called Laura and she immediately agreed that Y/N's coming back to the farm. Clint left to go get us all dinner from y/f/r. We're sure she'll be hungry, and also disappointed to be benched for who knows how long.

I felt a squeeze to my hand and I shot up with a glass of water in my hand.

"Drink!" I say as I shove the glass in her face.

"Thanks!" She giggles in response

Then it's silent, so much between us is left unsaid. We just had an intense staring contest.

"I missed you"-N ... "We should talk"-Y

We both blurt out at the same time.

"Yeah..." I say while looking down, losing all my confidence and preparing for the worst.

"Natty, look at me. I missed you too, terribly."

She paused briefly, then started talking.

"So, it's been awhile, let me give you an update. I came back after the battle confused, but within five minutes of being with Agent Lynn I knew it wasn't going to work. I told her what happened and she was sad, then angry, then she quit so I have no clue what next stage she went through. Oops. I realized I had buried my grief in losing you in her. Anyways, I wanted to call you, but I realized I needed to focus on me. You made me wait five years, I thought you could survive four months, well six but that wasn't my fault. I started to train more and accept more missions. I thought about you, and all we could be all the time. It was never a question of if there'd be an us, it was just a question of when. After four months I was ready, but then Fury sent me on a mission. Then I got found by Hydra, they weren't even on my radar, but because of NY I was on theirs. So, if the offer still stands, I'm all in Natty. I'll work at the NY SHIELD Base. I'll obviously have to talk to Fury. We can live in some off road house. It'll be 4bd, 2bth. One room for us, a room for your office, one for my collectibles, and a room for Clint to crash in during Avenging periods. Anything beyond that is a later conversation, no need to rush. Actually... I want two cats, non negotiable!" She rambles on, ending with her perfect smile, and a kiss to my knuckles.

"The offer was never going to expire Y/N/N. That's what forever meant! I understand you taking time for you, I just wish you like read a book or went to the beach. I know you love missions, but still... I'm sorry for confusing you, but I'm not sorry for fighting for us."

"I'll be the one to talk to Fury!" I growl out

She stares back at me amused, then she scoots over, tapping the spot beside her. I immediately climb in, adjusting myself carefully so that my arms behind her head, and I'm laying on my side facing her.

"Now, the living arrangement sounds perfect! For your recovery time we'll be staying at the farm. We can spend that time online, searching for our dream home. Also, I think that Avengers wouldn't be complete without you, so you might not even be with SHIELD much longer. That'll be perfect because we'd be on the same schedule, and I'd always be able to protect you..." I finish making sure I shift us closer, to get my point across.

"I'm getting ahead of myself, but I can't help it. I'm just so excited! I just love you so much and I can't wait to show you how true that is. " I squeal into her ear.

"I love you too! Now, please kiss me!"

"I" I whisper as I kiss her forehead

"Love" I continue to whisper as I kiss her nose

"You" I finish whispering as I land my lips onto hers in a sweet kiss.

"Ew! Get a room!" Clint whines in faux disgust, interrupting us before I could deepen the kiss.

"You're dead Barton!" I chuckle darkly as I get to my feet

"Run birdboy!" Y/N shouts

"Bu-but, I brought y/f/f!" Clint pleads, preparing to run for his life

"Baby... I say we let it slide just this once." Y/N pleadingly whispers

"Fine! Looks like fates on your side today as well Barton..." I concede, then snatch the bags of food out of his hand.

"Thank you guys for saving me." Y/N all but whispers as she shovels food into her mouth.

"Don't mention it, how many times has it been reversed?" Clint jokes, but is also telling the truth, that man can get himself cornered easily

"Always!" I coo, placing a kiss to her forehead

"Softie..." Clint whispers, and with that, Y/N could no longer save his life.

I chased him around the medical wing, while she continued eating, and laughing.

Sure, I wish I had loved her sooner, but I'm glad it wasn't too late...

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

When I Found You (Pt. 08 of 19)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Summary: You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you'll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love... But how long until the lie becomes the truth?

Warnings: Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don't worry about graphic descriptions.)

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A/N: I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!

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On His Lips

“I'm telling you, Gregory won't be ruling Hilltop for too long. The man is a prick. He sides with the Saviors and–” Colorful flying things get your attention, and when you look to your right, you see a bunch of balloons. “What is that?” Giving Daryl a look, you rush down the stairs into the open area, walking to where a small group of people stands. “Hey. What are you doing?”

“Hey, princess,” Laura says, and everyone quickly kneels. “We found some Helium and decided to make a competition.”

“What kind of competition?”

A silenced shot gets your attention and a balloon exploded midair. “We have to shoot the balloons. The higher we let them get before trying, the more points we get. I have thirty-five.”

“Doesn't sound like your thing Laura.”

“Winner gets a peanut jar.”

“Mmm.” Looking at Daryl, who stopped some feet away, you smile. “Do you like a peanut?”

“Yeah.” He nods, glancing at the others.

“Then I'm in.” Smiling, you take the gun they're using and tell Jared, the guy near the ballons to let one of them go. He releases a blue one, and you let it float away, the wind moving it a bit too far. You let it go as much as you can before shooting and successfully hitting it. “Bang!”

“And that makes... Twelve points.” Julian says from his place by the fence. There aren't many walkers here, so there's no problem.

“My turn,” Jared says and Anne takes his place.

The silly game goes on for a while, and you and Laura are the ones with the highest points. You do ask if Daryl wants to join, but he just said he trusts you to get that peanut jar. You understand him. Why would he even consider doing that with the people who wouldn't think twice before killing his family? But you have to participate. You have to laugh and make heart eyes at Daryl... But the thing is the heart eyes aren't even fake anymore.

“Oh, shit.” The exclamation gets your attention, and you almost miss the ballon.

Looking at Jim, you shrug your shoulders. “What? The game wasn't my idea. Go piss off whoever invented it.”

“So defensive.” He chuckles, nodding at Daryl when he walks past him. “But that's not what I meant.” Jim gestures at your legs, and you look down, taking in the simple dark jeans.

“Your statement will require further explanation.” Giving Anne the gun, you cross your arms. “What's wrong with it?”

“Nothing. It's just that... Uhm... It's tight. You never wear anything that tight.”

“Oh...” Giving Daryl a look, you get a small, quick smile that crosses his lips. It's been around a month since the last time you hurt yourself, and the wounds are finally closing. Once and for all, said Daryl, and wearing your jeans doesn't hurt anymore. “I decided to change a bit. And they're super comfortable so...”

“Hey,” Daryl calls, and everyone looks at him at the same time. “Stop lookin'.” He says in a lower voice and for some reason, your cheeks warm up.

“Sorry...” Jim whispers, and you don't think you were supposed to hear it. “Anyways. I wanna try that. Tell me how it works.”

And after this embarrassing episode, Jim joins the small party and you shoot balloons until they're over. Laura won because Jim distracted you a couple of times, but she wanted to give you the jar. You didn't accept though. She won it fairly, and you're not Negan.

You've been keeping it in your mind, repeating it to yourself. You're not Negan.

After the morning walk and having lunch with your father, you have nothing else to do. So you have to talk to Daryl about the thing. The thing. You've been avoiding it because you're getting confused towards him. And you kinda have the feeling he's getting confused too. Not everything feels like a game anymore. And more than once you caught yourself holding his hand even when walking through empty halls.

But you need to see past all that because a lot depends on it. So, taking a deep breath and trying to keep it professional, you knock on his door. You still wear the key around your neck, but you decided to knock first. Daryl is not a prisoner anymore.

“Hey.” You mutter, stepping inside. “Hope you're not busy. We need to talk about our plan.”

“Ain't ever busy when it's about keepin’ Alexandria safe,” Daryl says, following you to the couch. “Did somethin’ happen?”

“Nope. We just need to work on the next levels...”

“As in gettin' the hell out of this hellhole?” He asks and you giggle. Daryl did keep the promise. He intends on taking you to live in Alexandria, and as much as you think this won't work easily, you have this fantasy of having a good, calm life away from the Saviours.

“Not yet...”

“What then?”

“Negan has been... Accepting the fact that we're together. It doesn't mean he's not angry about it and it doesn't mean he won't crush Alexandria the moment we break apart. But we need to be more... Public about our relationship before I can ask him to give me Alexandria.” Making way too many pauses, you try not to blush. But you're certain you're failing.

“I don't get it. We walk around, holding hands, huggin’. How can it be more public than that?” Furrowing his eyebrows, Daryl tilts his head to the side.

You were expecting him to get it, so you wouldn't have to say it. “I know but... I know Negan, and he has to be one hundred percent convinced, so... We should...” Damn it. Getting up to your feet, you pace around. You're an adult with a good plan. Just spit it out. “We need to be seen kissing. And not just a peck in the lips. A real kiss. And we have to make sure the word will get to Negan and we have to do it in front of Negan.”

Then, silence. Of course, there would be silence. You're growing to know Daryl and you know he's not all that comfortable with certain proximities.

“Fine.” He simply says after almost a whole minute.

“Fine?”

“Yeah. I told ya I'd do anythin’ ta’ keep my family safe. Kissin’ ya won't even be a great sacrifice. Just tell me when and we'll do it.”

“No, no. If you act weird, it can be misunderstood. We need to... We need to act as if we've been doing it for quite a while so...”

“I don't get it.”

Sighing, you clear your throat. “We need to train.”

“Train?”

“Mhmm.” Nodding, you sit down next to him again. “It has to look natural, mostly in front of Negan. He's great at reading people and if he finds anything odd, he'll push me against the wall and it'll only force us to remain here longer.” Looking down at your hands, you shrug your shoulders. “I'm sorry you have to do this. I'm just trying to make it right so we can leave.”

“Fine.” He repeats, in a much lower and softer voice.

“Fine...” You mutter, slowly raising your eyes to look at Daryl. “I-I was thinking we could start now... I-if that's alright with you.”

Daryl nods, blue eyes looking intensely at you.

“So... When was the last time you kissed someone?” The question only comes because you don't know what to do. So talking will at least fill the silence.

“Two years before the outbreak, I think. Some hooker Merle set me up with.” Daryl looks down, a sad chuckle leaving his lips. “The asshole paid her to pretend she liked me.”

“I'm sorry your brother was a jerk.” You say, touching his forearm.

“How about ya? Have ya ever kissed Jimmy-boy?”

“No, never.” Smiling, you fold a leg under yourself. “For me, it was a high school crush. But after that nobody seemed worth kissing.”

“Sorry, yer being forced to kiss me. I'm not worth kissing either.”

“From all the men I met after the world went to shit, you're the only one who really deserves to be kissed, Daryl Dixon.” Saying this changes things. It makes them complicated and turns this into more than just a meaningless kiss. But that's something you need him to know. “Mmm... Let's just do it then.”

“Alright.”

“Alright...” You repeat, hoping he can't notice how your cheeks are probably as red as a tomato now. But knowing Daryl, you know nothing goes past him. “Let's do this and see how we feel.” Clearing your throat, you move closer to him, hands on his shoulders. “Okay...” Your heart is beating so fast you wonder if he can actually hear it.

Kissing Daryl shouldn't be this hard. If this is just something you have to do, like a job, to keep people safe, it shouldn't be this hard. But right now, being so close, looking into his eyes, you can't have this as only a plan.

Daryl was the first one you allowed in. The first one to understand how you feel about this place... The one who knows about your self-harm and who's helping you not to do that anymore.

So he's a lot more than just a plan.

Daryl is a good man. A handsome, amazing man, and you just noticed you want to kiss him. And not just because you'll have to act up before Negan.

“Are we goin’ to do this or have ya changed yer mind?” Daryl speaks suddenly, and you notice you've been frozen for a while.

“Yeah, I just... Don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable. So we should just start slow and... See how it goes.”

“Alright.” He reluctantly nods, and you know that he won't make the first move.

So you decide to just do it.

Ending the small distance between you, eyes closed, you finally connect your lips to his on a simple kiss. It doesn't really feel like a kiss since he didn't do anything. But you gotta make it work, it doesn't matter how you feel, or how he feels. This is bigger than both of you.

Taking his hands, you place one on your waist and the other on your cheek, but he barely touches you. It's a beginning though. And you kiss him again, a little harder, moving to sit on his lap for better proximity. Then, he finally moves. Slowly, his lips start moving with yours, and you swear to God you feel a little dizzy, like the world stopped spinning.

This is good, you think. It's working and that's definitely something you can get used to. But then, unexpectedly, both of Daryl's hands come to your waist, holding and pulling you closer, until your body collapses to his chest. Neither of you breaks the kiss, instead, it only grows, more intense, with more need. You don't know what's going on, but you don't care. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you part your lips more, allowing him in, deepening the kiss. All other thoughts are gone, there's nothing else than Daryl's lips. And he tastes amazing, he feels amazing, holding you like that.

But eventually, you're out of breath, so you have no choice but to break the kiss. But even when you're apart, neither of you move away. You just stay there, catching your breaths.

“Good... That's good... If we recreate this in front of Negan he won't ever doubt us.” You whisper, your forehead on his. “We just have to... Keep doing this until it becomes natural...”

“I agree,” Daryl mutters right before kissing you again. But this time, he moves differently, and when you notice he's pushing you, lying you down on the couch, you don't even resist.

The next thing you know is that Daryl is on top of you, and you've been making out as if this was real. As if you were truly in love.

The whole world is silent as Daryl stares at the ceiling. His mind, unlike everything else, is very loud. What was supposed to be some kind of preparation for Negan to see, became a habit. It's been a little more than a week since Daryl kissed the angel-like girl for the first time, and he doesn't think he can go a day without doing that.

She tastes like heaven, like candy, and things he never thought he'd taste again. And he has become addicted to it, to her, because there isn't a moment he's not thinking about her.

And it seems like she enjoys his presence too, or else she wouldn't be sleeping on his bed right now, curled up to his chest.

(Y/N) doesn't know, but he likes to watch her sleep. Her beauty is captivating as always, and she looks peaceful. She barely moves now, unlike before, since she told Daryl her sleep was restless. But it changed, along with many things. She doesn't hurt herself anymore, and the wounds are closed, never to be reopened. Because he'll never let her do that again.

“Daryl...” She mutters, voice barely a whisper, getting his attention.

“Huh?” He grunts, a hand softly caressing her cheek.

“You're warm.” (Y/N) says, fingers blindly finding his chin and a small, tired smile forming on her lips.

Daryl is a loss of words when it comes to (Y/N). A loss of feelings, a loss of thoughts. But he decided not to think too much. Daryl has always been a thinker, and he goes through things over and over again. But with her, he decided to just act. The future is still a big question mark, but somehow, he doesn't know how yet, he found something good here. In this shitty place, filled with evil people. He found a ray of sunshine. A light inside the warm girl lying next to him.

Daryl never thought he knew what love is. And maybe he doesn't know yet, but he's sure the feelings (Y/N) provokes are part of it. So he'll keep her close, he'll protect her, and, when this is over, if she's fine and wants a distance, he'll stay away.

But right now, he can hold her. And so he will.

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@riverscyberwife @spenciepoo338 @beatitlikeabongodrum @amberritonicole @totheonethatloveshernext @the-artistic-animal @shatteredlovesick @cole22ann @thecraziestcrayon @cloud-laufeyson @arthurdeservedbetterrip

[hiraethenthusiast]

The Hollandairé | t.h.

pairing: ceo!tom x ceo! reader

word count: 16k+

synopsis: exes cross paths on a big event. will they be able to forget each other's mistakes?

warnings: language, sexual innuendos, mentions of an anxiety attack (if you squint), talks about miscarriage, my favourite angst.

a/n: well, well, well im back from a very shitty writers block! look at me, writing angst with exes? oof. can you tell that i absolutely love angst and makeouts in the end? i was somehow inspired by 'idfc' by blackbear to write this fic lol. it took some time and ofcourse i went overboard with it, so hope you enjoy! don't forget to like and reblog! (i even made a moodboard kinda thing uwuwu)

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"Conan I won't hesitate to knee you in the crotch if you don't stop pulling me off this sofa right this second" You tell your roommate, who is desperately trying to get you to go to a gala with him. Being a CEO brings its pros and cons. Pros being, you have a private jet, you're your own boss and you can shout at people with a reason. Cons being, annoyingly nice roommates. You had just shifted to a penthouse in downtown London with your friend Conan, because you refused to stay alone in this bigass house. (You tried living alone once, you were bored to death)

"Conan leave me alone yoo!" You said whining and hunching back into the sofa.

"Get the fuck up and get ready for the launch dude you promised me you wouldn't leave me hanging" Conan shouts over the voice of the t.v. blaring in the background. You pull you hand away from his grip and reach for the remote to shut off the t.v., focusing back on this tall red-headed figure in front of you.

"You know I don't like fancy shit." You grumble.

"It's YOUR fancy shit, get up Y/N." He says and reaches for your arms now, finally making you stand.

"Call Laura, I really don't want to go." You say pulling your phone out from your back pocket and handing it to him.

"If you haven't realised, your manager is the one who forced me to force you to attend the introduction of your fashion line" He fights back.

"- and Y/N. Hey, look at me. You've dreamt of this for how long? Almost all your life. And if you miss the chance to see your empire expand, it's gonna be devastating. You'll obviously miss the fashion show who's got the actual Rudy Pankow walking on a ramp, you'll also miss the opportunity to see people happy with YOUR work. Now get your ass up and get ready." He says and leaves the room, to get ready himself.

It's not that you don't want to go, you really do. Afterall, all of it is your hardwork. But the reason you're not going is because of that asshole. That asshole with whom you used to go out with once, the one who's current goal is to bring you down. The one and only, Tom Holland. You two used to date at some point, the ones who were in love actually, but the rivalry you two have got going on now has lead to you two knowing too much about each other. More than you know about yourself, the other knows it all. Small arguments turned into big ones, that eventually lead to the two of you leaving each other alone. You don't want to go because whenever you meet him, it all turns up into a big mess and your night is typically ruined, and you weren't in the mood for that, atleast not today. He's just a narcissistic bitch who thinks of nothing but degrading you. And that's the reason you don't want to go. Because you know if you talk to him one more time, these banters will persuade you.

But you do realise that you have to go. You have to go because you haven't gone to the last two launches for your perfume and swim line as well, and if you don't go today, Laura will actually end you.

So you just chug all your tea, leaving the kitchen with a grunt to go get ready.

"Hey Marco, can you send in that pantsuit I got done the other day? Look over for modifications if possible, although it looks great in just the solid colour, and please get it drycleaned." You tell your designer over the phone, to which he agreed and you go into your room to get your hair and makeup done.

"Wear a dress to the launch of your fashion line when it gets famous, yeah?"

"Pantsuits all the way Holland, you know I hate dresses."

"I know you do."

You remember the faint memory from over two years ago, that dream actually coming true, just without the person you dreamt it with.

You put your hair in a low bun with a middle part, giving you a classy formal look, and you do a almost non existent makeup look, only your eyes bold to accent with your outfit. Marco drops off the forest green pantsuit at your house, you giving it a twist with wearing a lace corset beneath the blazer.

"I look hot." You told yourself.

You and Conan leave for the event, you fidgeting in between 15 minute durations, Conan reassuring you that he'll be with you until the night ends.

That didn't last long. You lost Conan as soon as you entered the venue, so you occupied yourself with having conversations with other company owners, hearing how they're doing in the industry, blah blah blah.

"Do I look like I care?" You say to yourself.

You move ahead, only to cross paths with the one and only. He was wearing a cherry coloured perfectly tailored suit, adding a hint of Tom with the glasses. He looked good.

"And what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Y/N?" He says, twirling his champagne glass in his hands.

"Look Holland I really don't have time for this shit, please take a goodie bag on your way home" You say with a bit of sass and start to move away, only to get your arm held back, making you bump in his chest.

"I see you wore the pantsuit you always wanted to wear at your event, angel " He says, making you pull away from him.

"Don't ever call me that again, and this is a warning." You were about to continue further with your answer, but you were utterly shocked to see the person in front of you.

"Is that the Y/N Y/L/N, in person, the one who's way too busy to answer my phone calls?" He says, making you laugh a bit.

"Jaeden?" You say, laughing heartily.

"In the flesh, tigeress." He says, doing grabby hands at you as an indication to pull you in a hug. You oblige and walk towards him and give him the biggest bear hug you've given anyone in two years. You pull back just to hit him on the chest once, playfully ofcourse.

"Tigeress. Oof haven't heard that in a while" You keep your conversation going on with Jaeden, while Tom is absolutely dumbfounded about whatever just happened in these past few seconds.

There's this hot guy named Jason or whatever, who calls you 'tigeress' and you aren't pestering him for calling you with a nickname but you definitely were ready to give Tom a piece of your mind when he called you 'angel'? Who is this guy?

Tom goes off to find Conan, who was situated at the bar downing a shot of tequila.

"Hey who's that guy Jason?" He asks him, pointing towards you and Jaeden in the middle of the hall.

"You mean Jaeden?" He says, biting onto a slice of lemon.

"Yeah whatever who is he?" Tom asks again, turning towards to bartender asking for a glass of whiskey.

"Why do you want to know?" Conan shoots back.

"Just curious. Can you just fucking tell me now?" Tom tries again, getting frustrated now.

"Chill dude. Jaeden used to work with Y/N a long time ago. He had this crush on her for like forever, but then Y/N went in for entrepreneurship and they were just not in contact with each other." He says.

"Crush huh?" Tom says, gripping onto his glass so tight that his knuckles almost turned white.

"Why do you look like you're about to murder someone?" Conan asks, getting concerned.

"Because I might." Tom says, grinding his teeth while forcing a smile.

The night goes by pretty smoothly, for you. You and Jaeden were clinged to each other almost the whole night, and then Tom watching you both from a distance, trying not to snap hard at people. He just took enough of it, he had to do something. He wasn't really sure why was he jealous, 'maybe because you love her' his heart said, but his mind crossing paths with a 'no you don't' in the middle. He was in a dilemma, but was mostly leaning towards his heart's side. He finally got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Y/L/N." He says, keeping his composure.

"Yes?" You turn around to come face to face with him, laughing on something Jaeden had said.

"Board of Directors want to meet you on third floor. I was going that way only, wanted to inform you." He says.

"Oh okay. Jaeden I'll be back in a few. And tell me about that Mario Kart incident." You say, your laughter dying as you walk towards the elevator, motioning Tom to move as well. You both enter the elevator and you click the button for third floor.

"So Jaeden's a long lost friend, I assume?" He tries to small talk, failing miserably.

"Yeah, I used to work with him a long time back. Why do you ask?" You say, being the nicest you've been to Tom in two years.

"Just making small talk. So, exactly how long ago, you used to work with him?" He tries again.

"A really long time ago." You tell him.

"When we were dating?" He says, hesitating.

The elevator dings and you reach third floor, both of you moving into a very empty hallway.

"Why do you care Tom?" You say, making him frustrated even more.

"Because you're my fucking ex-girlfriend whom I'm worried about because that asshole has a mega crush on you" He says, making you jerk your head towards him.

"How many whiskeys have you had?" You ask him, because he was sounding oblivious that's for sure.

You turn around to open the meeting room to find it empty, making you glare at Tom once again.

"Why the fuck did you bring me up here Holland, where's the meeting?" You say, narrowing your eyes towards him.

"There is no meeting Y/N, the Board didn't show up this year, remember?" He says moving and fidgeting around the room.

"Then why did you bring me up here, dumbass?" That put him over the edge. He starts walking towards you making you take a few steps back, finally cornering you in the room.

"Because that guy is fucking flirting with you Y/N. That guy has been roaming around the whole night with my girl, touching and hugging my girl in front of me and you expect me to keep my calm? Huh? I don't fucking care okay? You're supposed to be mine and I was a jerk who let you go. I can't stand seeing you with other people. What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N, why did you leave me?!" He shouts at you, making your blood boil even more.

You push him back and stand in front of him, glaring as if you were going to rip his head off.

"No Tom, YOU left me, alright? I cried almost every night after that day when you left, and you didn't even have the empathy to give me a call. You, are too self-absorbed, and not me Tom. It was all you. I haven't been to even one of my launches just because I know you'll be there, you'll be there to put me down again. And why the fuck do you care about whom I talk to huh?" You shout at him.

"Why would I come to every single one of your launches Y/N?! To see you! To see the person who understood me more than I did, just to fucking see your face and calm my nerves!" He shouts back. He moves towards you and holds you chin to put your eyes at his eye level.

"Look at me Y/N. Look at me. Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you? Look at me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me. Tell me I meant nothing to you and I'll leave this second. Tell me that this was all a lie." He says, making your eyes water.

"You know I can't tell you that."

"Then why do you keep hurting me Y/N?! You hurt me so much! You left me when I needed you the most! I wanted you and you weren't there-" He shouts again.

"SHUT UP TOM, SHUT UP! Stop it! Stop! Please. Stop." You're crying hysterically now, hunching up in a corner trying to calm yourself down. Tom immediately sees it and runs towards you holding your hands and cradling them.

"Hey, hey Y/N. Look at me, look at me baby. It's Tom. Hey baby. I'm here, yeah? I'm here. Stop crying come on babe, please. Love, look at me. I'm here." He says, now running his hand over your cheeks wiping your tears.

"Go away. Go away from me." Is all you say, which makes his ears perk and brings water to his eyes.

He stands up and moves out of the room, closing the door just to hear you crying again. He sits down on the floor with his back on the door now, crying, waiting for you to say something.

"Please, open the door." He says, bursting into tears and hugging himself with his arms, wishing it was you.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you still haven't said anything. Tom misses you so much, and it was so fucked up of you to leave him like this. He was hurt, but he could never stop loving you. Ever.

"Losing you would be a nightmare that I'd beg to be awaken from everyday." You say opening the door, your eyes blood red, hair disheveled making Tom look at you, whose eyes were blood red too.

"What?"

"I was pregnant, Tom." You tell him, making his eyes widen and holding your hand for comfort.

"The day-" You clear your throat "The day we fought is when we lost the baby. I was going to tell you I was pregnant that day, but then that happened." You were crying a bit more now, but still held you composure so you can handle Tom from now.

"The argument gave me too much stress and, and it was affecting the baby so as soon as you left, um, my stomach started aching really badly and, and yeah we lost our baby then. That's why I left." You say, you were crying on his shoulder now, intentionally ignoring his reaction because you knew it would hurt him.

"We, we- lost our baby?" He says, a bit shocked but choking on his tears. You remain silent.

"Hey, hey. Listen. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have fought with you. You were already really worried and I just added onto your pressure. I'm so sorry baby I'm so so sorry." He was full-on crying now, he sniffled in your neck because he was too afraid to show his emotions.

"It wasn't your fault Tommy, it was ours." You say, running your hand in his curls. The way you missed his chestnut curls. It was all good again, well atleast you hoped.

Tommy. That always brought butterflies in his stomach.

You talked everything out in the bathroom, while washing your faces and cleaning up. You both understood that everything was going back to normal, just like the old times. One conversation lead to another, and you spent two hours on the bathroom floor just laughing and having gossip.

"It's been a while." You say laughing, looking at your watch.

"Yeah."

"Why did you say 'my girl' Tom?" You ask him directly.

"Hm?"

"You called me 'my girl' in the conference room. Why?" You tell him, and he instantly remembers that he did do that.

"You're in my head almost everyday Y/N. Even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't have been this hard letting go, but it was. I still love you, even if you don't." He says, taking some tissue paper off the counter.

"Who said I don't love you?" You say, making his eyes widen.

"Wha- wh- what are you implying here?" He stumbles upon his words, making you laugh.

"I still love you, you goof."

"Y/N you have to be serious you're making me want things I can't have." He says wholeheartedly.

You say nothing but grab him by his collar and kiss him with full force. After two years, you felt those soft lips on yours again, reminiscing every moment you had missed in these past years. They felt the same, soft and plump, just as if they were made for you. They fit in with yours like a puzzle, that was meant to be solved by these two hearts which were tangled, but now, in a right way. Tom kissed back almost immediately, feeling your lips was like a dream come true. A recurrent dream in his mind. You both pull back to see red and puffy lips and give out a light laugh. He doesn't stop, he keeps leaving peppery kisses all over your face mumbling sweet words again and again.

"I missed you so, so much angel." he says leaving a kiss on your nose.

"I missed you too bubba." you say leaving a small peck on his lips.

"Let's go now, we've been here for almost two hours." You start to move towards the door, but get pulled back by your waist.

"Tell Jaeden to maintain distance, yeah?" He says.

"Or what?" You say in a playful tone.

"Babygirl, I think you've forgotten what I'm capable of." He says, kissing your neck.

"I think I have. And stop kissing me I look shit." You say, laughing.

"I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now." He says leaving another harsh suck on your skin, which can hopefully be covered by your blazer.

"Are you going to eyefuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" You say, now kissing Tom's sweet spot.

"Finish this event in the next half an hour. I'll see you at my house babe." He says leaving one last peck on your lips.

You both reach downstairs after fixing your makeup and hair, you reach upto the stage and and hold onto the mic.

"Thankyou all for attending the event. We look forward to having more business with you! Don't forget to post something about our line 'The Hollandairé' on your social media platforms and don't forget to tag us! We are, The Y/L/N's thankyou have a good night!"

He listen to you and smirks to himself, because you do do what you say.

"I'm going to name my first fashion line 'The Hollandairé' " You say making a banner with your hands.

"And I'll be right with you then baby" He says, kissing your cheek.

Looks like he kept his promise too.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Avengers babysits Morgan or ben while Tony and peter go on a date during valentines day

AN: Hey nonnie - sorry this took so long! I hope you all enjoy this fluff. I decided to go with the new/younger avengers for this, as I thought they'd find babysitting more of a handful.

PSA - I envisage Ben at about 12 month's here and this is written very tongue in cheek - babies aren't capable of this kind of manipulation, but they do understand a lot more going on around them than most folk give them credit for.

Master list

Unbeta'd

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Word Count: 1k

CW: It's just fluff. Alternating POV.

Ben gurgled and smacked his sippy-cup against the side of his playpen. Three pairs of eyes turned to regard him and his mouth opened in a gummy smile at the attention. He was less happy when Dadda snapped his fingers at his new audience, drawing their attention away.

“So, we’re going to Rezdôra, and we should be back by 11pm. He has his bath at 7.30pm, water temp should be 98.6 degrees, and don’t forget Ducky. Then he can have his bottle whilst one of you reads him some stories.” 

Tony counted the points off on his fingers.

“Don’t forget to burp him, ensure his sleeping bag is properly fastened and then turn on his singing night light. If you’re lucky, he’ll drift off during the stories, but don’t worry if he doesn’t. He generally goes to sleep fairly quickly after. Oh, and…”

Peter walked up behind his husband, wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist.

“Tony, stop fretting. They’ll be fine. Ben will be fine. It’s only a few hours. And it’s not like it’s the first time we’ve left him.”

Tony turned in the embrace, raising an eyebrow as he regarded Peter.

“Yes, but the first time it was May who had him, and last time it was Clint and Laura. They know what they’re doing with babies.”

“Hey!” Yelena’s outraged cry had the two men turning. “I’m right here, you know. If you’re that worried that Kate, Joaquín and I can’t handle this, why did you ask us?”

Tony opened his mouth, but was stopped from speaking by Peter clapping his hand over his mouth.

“I don’t think you ought to answer that, honey. Come on. Let’s say goodbye to our Bubba and get going, or we’re going to be late, and I’ve been looking forward to this evening-out for months. Months, I tell you.”

Taking the lead, Peter pulled away from Tony and crossed to the playpen. Reaching down he heaved the wriggling and smiley little boy into his arms.

“Hey, Bubba. Dadda and Papa are going out for a while, but Auntie Yelena, Auntie Kate and Uncle Quín are gonna look after you and pop you to bed. You be a good boy, yes?”

Ben burbled and took hold of a handful of Peter’s curly hair and tugged on it. 

What was Papa wearing? He should be getting his bath ready.

Peter winced, but smiled at his son and pressed kisses to the chubby neck in front of him, blowing raspberries and making Ben laugh. Tony crossed the floor, tutting, and plucked the boy out of his husband’s arms.

“Peter, don’t wind him up so close to bedtime. He’s supposed to be calm and winding down.” 

He reclined the baby in his arms, running a finger tip down the small nose. With his caramel eyes, and messy chocolate locks, Ben really was the spitting image of his Papa. 

“Dadda will see you later, Benny baby. Miss you already.”  

Ben looked up at him, quizzically. Dadda was also dressed strangely. He didn’t like this…

Tony could feel the prickling of tears in his eyes as he looked down at his precious boy. Yelena walked over to him, and Tony reluctantly passed his baby over. He gave her a weak smile as she jiggled her precious armful.

“Don’t worry, Stark. We will take good care of this little one. We’ll see you in a few hours. Now, go. Scram.”

It took a further ten minutes for her, Kate and Joaquín to actually ‘shoo’ the couple out of the door, but finally Peter and Tony were gone. Ben watched with wide eyes. 

This was different…

Kate sat down on the plush penthouse sofa with a sigh, next to Yelena, who was bouncing Ben on her knee.

“He’s so cute!” Kate leant forward and tickled the adorable little boy under his chin, causing him to giggle.  Joaquín strode out from the bathroom, drying his hand on a towel.

“The bath water’s ready, and I’ve triple-checked the temperature.”

Kate stood, slapping her palms onto her jeans clad thighs.

“Right, let’s get on with it. There’s three of us and one of him. How hard could this be?

Ben babbled to himself. They had no idea…

At 11.15pm the elevator doors opened and Tony practically dashed out, followed by Peter, who had a wry smile on his face and was shaking his head in amusement. Tony stopped short in the main living area, expecting to see the three babysitters taking up residence on the sofas.

“Where on earth are they? I swear, if they’ve left him alone I’ll…..”

Peter took hold of Tony’s hand, uncurling the fist that had started to form.

“FRIDAY, where are our guests? I’d like to stop Tony from having an aneurysm.”

“They are all in Master Ben’s room, sirs.”

Tony hurried along the hall, Peter following leisurely along behind, his hands thrust in his pants pockets. However, as Tony rushed into his son’s room, he stopped short, taking in the chaotic scene in front of his eyes.

There was baby powder everywhere. Several clean, but screwed up diapers were strewn across the floor, in the vague vicinity of the nappy bin and three or four damp towels littered the path from the bathroom to the nursery. Ducky looked up from between the folds of one of them.

Ben giggled from his cot, beaming up at his parents, his chubby hands wrapped around his empty milk bottle. Peter bypassed his shocked husband, tip-toeing through the carnage, and lifted the boy from his cot.

“What did you do, mister? You broke the babysitters, didn’t you?”

A raspberry was the response from the little boy, but Peter thought he looked very pleased with himself.

He retreated from the room, Ben in his arms, and dragged Tony with him, quietly trying not to wake Kate, Yelena and Joaquín, who were dead to the world, surrounded by books and cuddly toys. Joaquín was crashed out in the nursing chair, a dirty burp cloth on his shoulder, and Yelena was leaning against the opposite wall, Kate draped over her legs. 

Ben giggled again. His plan had worked perfectly - he’d won the battle against the ‘not Dadda and Papa’, and he got to sleep with them tonight. 

Win.

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[lythea-creation]

Great Timing - Natasha Romanoff x fem reader (chapter 2)

Previous Chapter

warnings: trust issues, injuries, angst

word count: 2.277

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Natasha's PoV

“Hey Natasha! We're having a movie night. Care to join?”, Sam shouted through the compound.

I had just finished my work and wanted to head home. Especially with everything going on with Layla it was hard for me not to be there to protect my girlfriend and her apparently best friend.

Clint approached me and pulled me aside. “What is going on, Tasha? You've been restless for days.”

Of course he had noticed. Clint and (f/n) were the only ones able to read me like an open book.

“I'm worried about (f/n). Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I have an uneasy feeling whenever I'm not around”, I admitted.

“I know what you mean. I feel the same with Laura and the kids, although I know they aren't helpless. Laura is capable of taking care of herself and the kids. Can't help myself cause I love them. But it won't improve if you don't give yourself the chance to get used to it. And with your job you won't always be around. Sometimes we're on the other side of the planet or even universe. That's just how it is.”

“Yeah … you're right. You've been my only family before her and always been around or at least supported by super powers and high tech weapons. Dating a civilian is harder than I expected”, I stated with a sigh.

“But she's definitely good for you. You open up more”, Clint proclaimed.

“I will call her and ask if it's alright if I stay here for the night”, I decided.

Clint nodded with an encouraging smile before he joined the others in front of the gigantic TV.

“Hey Nat! Is everything alright?”, (f/n) worried when I called her.

“Yeah. The others are having a movie night and I'm considering to join them”, I enlightened her.

“That sounds great! You should stay and enjoy some time with your friends outside of work. I will miss you, but Layla and I will figure something out to prevent me from getting whiny”, she joked making me smile softly. Just listening to her made my urge to have her close more prominent.

“Okay. Call me if anything is up, alright?”, I reassured.

“Of course. I hope you have fun. Love you. Bye.” With these words she hung up.

I shook my head with a smile. She knew me too well. Talking to her a little longer might have tempted me to change my plans to see her.

“Oh, the great Black Widow is honoring us with her presence”, Tony exclaimed as soon as I entered the TV lounge.

“Shut up, Stark”, I shot back with a smirk.

They had already chosen to watch Harry Potter as Steve had never seen the movies.

Actually it was quite funny.

Tony was making comments about the magic in connection with science.

Steve was basically drawn into the TV.

Sam was declaring how he had always wished to be a wizard and go to Hogwarts, while Wanda was teasing him with her witchy powers.

I relaxed more over time as my thoughts were not constantly centered around (f/n) and dozens of worst-case-scenarios.

“Want some popcorn?”, Wanda wondered.

The ringing of my phone gulped down my reply.

Instantly I jumped up and answered the phone while leaving the room in order not to bother the others and have some privacy.

“Natasha? He … he's here.” Layla's voice revealed her panic.

Now the worst-case-scenarios popped back into my head.

“On my way”, I promised quickly before hanging up.

No time for chatter or soothing her. After all Layla should be safe in the bedroom if everything had worked out as planned.

I had not liked the plan right from the beginning. It kept Layla safe and put (f/n) in even more danger in the process.

My feet moved me back to the other Avengers. “I need your help.” This was probably the first time these words had left my lips.

Tony wanted to make a snarky remark but stopped himself when he took in my distressed state I did not bother to hide. They should see how serious it was.

“Tony, Steve … you are coming with me. Sam, Wanda, Clint … please prepare the med bay for an emergency. And some tea would be nice. You're finally going to meet my girlfriend just like you always wanted”, I announced and made my way to the elevator, Tony and Steve close behind.

When we arrived at my car Steve stopped me from getting into the drivers seat. “Are you sure you can drive in your state?”

One glare made him shut up and get into the backseat as Tony had already taken the passengers seat by now.

I did not care to take any detours as usually to make sure no one was following. I was bringing (f/n) to Avengers compound anyway. So there was no use in trying to hide as much. She would have to move in now.

“To give you some info ...”, I broke the silence beside the loud traffic noises of New York. “(f/n) and I are having a guest over, her friend Layla. She's been hiding from her abusive boyfriend who found her now. He's at my home and I have no clue what he's doing. I want to be there for (f/n). So it's your job to hand this abusive piece of shit over to the police. Feel free to annoy him but don't hurt him physically. It would only complicate things at the trial.”

That was another reason why I wanted them to take care of him. I doubted that I would be able to hold back if I got him.

When we finally arrived I hurried to find my key.

But then I heard a horrifying scream leading me to kick the door open without realizing.

This bastard was daring to put his fingers on her, to choke her.

One kick and he was the one screaming on the floor as (f/n) was safe in my arms. I never wanted to let her go again.

“Finally”, she mumbled accompanied by a relieved sigh.

“I'm sorry that I took so long, love”, I whispered and my hand automatically caressed her cheek.

The guilt I was feeling was immense. How was I ever supposed to leave her side again?

“Take him away, guys”, I instructed Tony and Steve who quickly obeyed. They most likely did not want to risk me losing my temper after all.

Tony bombarded Joe with sarcastic comments and jokes on the way outside making the latter furious.

“You're going to regret this! I will ruin your reputation”, Joe declared.

“Oh, we will take good care of you. You should be grateful that we don't let Natasha deal with you after you beat up her girlfriend”, Steve shut him down. “Your broken arm was nothing, trust me.”

I had to smile slightly at his words.

“We should let Layla out. I locked her in, just like we planned”, (f/n) reminded me. “You can take care of me afterwards.”

I knew that I could not convince her otherwise and therefore put her down gingerly before setting Layla free.

It was awful to let (f/n) go for even a few seconds.

Layla immediately hurried toward (f/n) and gasped at her state. “Oh god. I'm so sorry”, she whispered.

“Lay, I'm fine. Nat was here just on time thanks to your call”, my girlfriend reassured her. “And now we have the proof we needed”, she added with a victorious grin as she pointed to the security camera we had installed a few days ago exactly for this case.

I knelt down next to her and stroke her hair.

“Your techniques would have saved me if I could have run”, (f/n) let me know which earned her a soft smile from me. “And your psychological tricks worked even better. He felt superior and therefore acted just like I wanted him to.”

“You told us you just wanted him to confess if he ever showed up”, Layla recalled.

“Yeah, but now his confession is way more convincing”, (f/n) remarked with a grin. “You two would have never agreed if I had told you the whole plan. As if you would let me get hurt on purpose.”

She was definitely right about that.

Several emotions overpowered me at her reveal. The first were rage and disbelief for bringing all of us into this situation. Looking down at her bruised and beaten body hurt like hell. The guilt for not being her right away hurt like hell. But the feeling of betrayal was the worst to endure in this moment.

The abusive bastard would have never put her into such a state if I had been here. (f/n) had known that and told me to stay at the compound. I had trusted her to take care of herself and she had twisted everything around.

“You're lucky that you're already injured and that I love you. Otherwise I wouldn't let you off the hook so easily”, I claimed.

It was hard to let the topic drop. But she needed my support and I did not want to fight her. Now out of all times I wanted to be with her as much as possible.

The glint of guilt I could see in her eyes made me feel slightly better. At least she knew that she had hurt me and was not indifferent about it.

“Now let's get you to the compound”, I decided and cradled her in my arms.

“You know that I can still walk, right?”, she questioned with a pain-filled chuckle.

“We don't need to take any more chances. I don't want you to get any internal bleeding”, I stated.

On the way outside I remembered the video and requested Layla to go get it while I placed (f/n) on the passengers seat.

I secured her belt and sat down on the drivers seat again.

“Nat … I know you're mad at me”, (f/n) claimed. “And I understand. I would be mad at you too if our roles were switched. Now you know how I'm feeling every time when you go to work, especially on a dangerous mission.”

“That's not the same. It's my job”, I noted.

“Doesn't change the feeling”, she shot back. “This isn't an accusation. What I wanna say is that I'll be fine. Yeah, I'm injured. But my wounds will heal.”

“Because I was there on time. If I hadn't been, you would be dead now”, I snapped at her and quickly wiped away my tears before Layla could see them as she was just getting to the car.

The car ride was silent.

If either (f/n) or I uttered a word, I was pretty sure I would lose my composure. It was not anything unusual between the two of us. It had taken a lot of time for me to get to this point, but there was nobody I trusted more than her. Layla was the only obstacle in that matter in the moment.

(f/n) attempted to take my hand, but I pulled away hurting both of us.

I had to get out of this damn car! I had to get away from other people. It felt like I was losing sanity. The fear and guilt were overwhelming. I was so used to bottling everything up that my emotions seemed to explode around my girlfriend.

When we arrived at the compound and I turned to look at (f/n), I could see that she was close to crying. My self-worth crashed.

I got out of the car and immediately spotted Wanda waiting for us.

“How bad is it? Need any help bringing her up?”, she asked me.

“I got it, Wanda. Thanks. Could you take care of Layla? She is … upset”, I requested.

“Of course”, she agreed with a nod and sympathetic expression.

I introduced Layla and Wanda to each other and turned my attention to (f/n) who was avoiding my gaze.

(f/n) moved to unlock her seat belt. When a pained hiss escaped her lips I tried to help her, but she stopped me by mumbling: “Don't.”

With a lot of effort she managed to do it herself.

I offered her my hand to help her out of the car leading her to finally look at me with tear-filled eyes.

“(f/n) ...” The pleading sound of my voice would have made me cringe if the situation had been different. It was echoing through the garage as we were alone by now.

“No. You don't get it”, she murmured.

She seemed to recognize my confusion because she continued: “I only did what I did because I trust you. I knew you would be coming for me. I fought because I knew you had my back. I was brave because you helped me believe in myself. I get that you're scared, Nat. I know exactly how it feels. But you can't control everything. You have to trust us too. You need to trust me that I make good decisions and you have to trust yourself that you are making me stronger in so many ways. I learned a lot from you. But you only see a civilian in me which I am not … not anymore. I'm the girlfriend of a stunning spy and Avenger.”

It took me a moment to process her words. “I guess … you're right.”