#Anyway he finally. FINALLY sat down and now he's made himself comfortable knowing I Won't Hurt Him and now he's sprawled out on my lap

[euclydya]

Jimmy was yoinked up front and I'm like "Hi. Cmere." and he looked terrified (understandable? I guess??) and I'm like "I'm not gonna hurt you Come Here I've been up front too long for my liking and I'm bored" and he just. Shuffled over to me, ears back and tail between his legs like I was gonna kill HIM and I'm???

You're telling me THIS is the guy who murdered me? Are you sure? Are you Sure

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Family Vacation

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: smut!

You and Lando have been dating for half a year now and the time has finally come to meet his family. You've been putting off that obligation as long as you could, but Lando was too eager for you to meet them given the fact that he fell hard for you. Lando never introduced any of his previous girlfriends to his parents because he never felt that something with any of them to take that step.

But when it comes to you.. He never had a doubt in his mind. You may not have been his first girlfriend, but you were the first one he was sure of.

And so as soon as Lando had a week off from racing, he took it upon himself to organize a family vacation. You hesitated at first because you were racking your brains about whether they would like you, what topics you'd talk about, what if you say something wrong in front of them and similar things to which Lando just laughed sweetly.

It took him two days to convince you that everything will be fine, that you don't need to worry about anything because he will be by your side all the time and won't leave you alone at any moment.

You trusted him and you felt safe next to him and you also knew that you were probably worrying for no reason so soon five days in a hotel in Mallorca with his family didn't sound so bad anymore.

And it wasn't bad at all. Already after the first day spent with them you felt more than accepted. Everyone loved you immediately. Lando didn't let go of your hand as he had promised, but when he saw you chatting alone on the beach with his mom, he beamed.

In the sun on the beach and in good company, the days were passing quickly. You were all together at the beach and at family dinners every day. You and Lando didn't have much time for yourself, but that wasn't the goal of this trip anyway, so you weren't complaining.

But Lando though.. Towards the end of the vacation he started to get impatient. Too eager for you. You hadn't seen each other for two weeks before this and it was getting too much for him to not feel you for that long.

You were loud and clear about no sex while his family is with you even though you were in the hotel, but still you didn't feel comfortable and you weren't gonna risk getting yourself into any awkward situations.

But Lando was tempted.

"Lan can you put lotion on my back please?" You asked after getting out of shower and drying yourself off.

"Sure, come here."

You got sunburned after lying on the beach all day. Your skin was really red so after showering you put on your bikini again to let your skin breathe and absorb the lotion.

Lando was sitting out on the balcony that had a nice lounge set with a sofa, coffee table and a chair. You found him sitting on the sofa and scrolling through his phone. You sat down beside him turning him your back and moving your hair out of the way so he can rub the lotion all over your back.

"Fuck baby, you're so red" He says looking at your burning skin.

"I know, it's really bad" You sigh.

"Does it hurt you?" He asks gently pressing his hand against your skin watching as the white print remains when he removes it.

"Yeah.."

He scoots closer to you and squeezes the lotion into his palm and slowly begins to spread it all over your skin. As the cold cream hits your hot skin, you let out a long low moan in satisfaction. It comes as the music to Lando's ears making him gulp burning his eyes into your back as his hands moved in circular motions.

"Feels good?" He asks.

"Mhm..so good" You let out another moan completely oblivious to the fact that it made his blood rush down to his cock.

His fingers found the strings of your bikini top as he slowly untied them letting them fall down to your sides.

"What are you doing?" You chuckle putting your hand over your boobs to keep the bikini on while the other hand keeps holding your hair up.

"Just making sure I get the lotion everywhere" He smirks attaching his lips to your perfectly exposed neck as his hands move to your front side under your bikini top.

"Lan, stop.." You whisper leaning back into him letting your head rest on his shoulder as he keeps squeezing your boobs.

"I can't" He murmurs before lightly biting your neck. "I've been hard all day watching you in that tiny bikini." His hand slowly trails down your stomach sneaking inside your bikini bottoms while his other hand remains up playing with your nipple. "Can't take it anymore."

"I c-can literally hear your parents t-talking.." You barely manage to get the sentence out trying to warn him that your balcony is next to theirs, but Lando ignores your concern.

"I know you want it, I can feel how wet you are" He says pulling you closer to him as his fingers glide over your wet folds. "You just gotta be quiet, baby"

You wanted to resist him, but you just couldn't bring yourself to. It's been more than two weeks, way too long, since the last time he made you cum and you craved it as much as he did. So when Lando asked "you gonna be quiet for me?" you found yourself nodding carelessly and eagerly.

"That's my good girl" He says quietly kissing your shoulder. You swallow a moan as he attaches his finger to your aroused clit that was aching for pressure.

"You like it when I touch you there?" The profanities that he was whispering into your ear while he was doing such dirty things to you out here on the balcony, where anybody could hear you and see you, turned you on like never before. You nodded at his question unable to open your eyes knowing that if you had tried to speak, you wouldn't have been able to cover your loud moans.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" He asks again slipping two of his fingers inside you making your hips grind against them.

"Fuck, Lando.." You whine gripping on his hand that was fingering you.

"Did you?" Your cheeks flushed at his question. No matter how horny you were, you were still too shy to admit that you touched yourself to the thought of him almost every night. "Don't get shy on me now, baby. I won't let you cum if you don't answer me." He teased.

"I did" You whimper biting your lip.

"Was it as good as when I do it?"

"N-no. Your fingers feel much better."

"I know, baby, I know" He groans at your confession adding the third finger in and quickening his pace in and out of you determined to have you make a mess on them.

"I can feel you clenching already. Missed my touch that much?"

"Yeah, uh-I'm-ah-" He didn't even need any warning from you that you were about to cum. He knew it when he felt your body tremble so he put his hand over your mouth as you turned into a hot mess under his touch finishing all over his fingers.

He calmed you down by leaving lazy kisses all over your neck down to your shoulder. When your breathing became steady and controlled again, you finally turned around to face him.

He put his hand against your cheek looking at you with parted lips as his thumb slid over your bottom lip. His other hand palmed the bulge that was popping out through his shorts.

"You gonna be a good girl and spread your legs for me?" He asked untying your bikini and completely removing it from your body.

"Make yourself comfortable" You smirked giving him a quick kiss before standing up between his legs. He remained sitting when he pulled down his shorts closely following your every move. Before you were about to settle down on his cock between his legs he stopped you turning you around so that your crotch was aligned with his face.

"Wanna taste you" Your fingers tangled into his hair as his tongue worked over your slit collecting your juices and swallowing it only to have him spit out his saliva against your pussy. You moaned as you felt drips of it sliding down your thighs.

"Fuck, can't get enough of you" He sighed gritting his teeth.

You turned around again and crouched down holding onto his thighs. His eyes rolled back in his head as you sunk down on him. His hand rested on your lower back, his eyes locked on his favorite view - you bouncing up and down on him.

"Taking me so well..fuck" He says moving his hands to your hips and slowing you down. You slowed down your movements then stopped moving completely. You started squirming on him so you could feel him deep inside you before restoring the fast pace.

He was groaning, cursing quietly under his breath as you worked your hips against him. It took you by surprise when he abruptly pulled his cock out of you.

"Ahh, fuck, baby" He sighed pressing his cock against your butt and smearing the precum that was leaking from his tip against you ass cheek. "gonna make me cum early"

"Lan, put it back inside me" When you went back to your previous actions, he was already on the edge. He tried to stop you again, but you didn't let him instead you kept going urging him "fill me up, Lan"

"Baby, fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck.." His voice quivered before shooting his load inside you. You kept riding him through his orgasm making his head fall back against the sofa as his hands gripped your hips tighter making you wince a little.

As you stood up, he watched as his cum ran down your thighs. He sucked in a harsh breath at the sight that almost made him hard again.

"Come here" He said pulling you down to him. You sat beside him and put your legs over his lap. He put his arm around you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "You did so good" He said and you blushed a little.

"I love you, baby" He whispered before lifting you up into his arms and taking you into the bedroom.

[neeksparksg]

At least I got you

The hum of the motel room heater was the only sound that filled the space, a steady white noise that almost drowned out the faint patter of rain against the windows. Y/n sat cross-legged on the worn, flower-patterned bedspread, flipping through a dog-eared comic book Dean had snagged for her at a gas station a few days back. Across the room, Sam lay on his stomach, half-asleep.

Dean glanced over from his post near the window, his expression softening as he watched his younger siblings. Despite the dingy, cramped room, there was something about moments like this that made the place feel…normal. As normal as it got for Winchesters, anyway. Their Dad was out on a hunt, promising he’d be back by midnight, but they all knew it would be a day or two. Maybe longer.

Dean stifled a yawn, catching Y/n’s eye as she looked up from her comic. “You doing okay, munchkin?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “I’m not a twelve, Dean. Practically a teenager”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he teased, tossing a pack of M&Ms her way. She caught it with a triumphant grin, immediately ripping it open.

“Dean, I’m serious,” she huffed, though her smile didn’t fade. “You are just two years older than me, you can’t keep threating me like a kid, besides I’m better at killing monsters than you.”

 “No, you’re not.”

“Am too,” Y/n shot back, sticking her tongue out as she threw a pillow at him. It landed square on his head, causing him to let out an exaggerated grunt of protest.

“See? Only kids throw pillows,” Dean smirked, crossing his arms. Y/n rolled her eyes, but the familiar banter felt good, filling the room with a warmth that even the old heater couldn’t match. It made them almost seem normal, Moments like this didn’t come often; most of their time was spent waiting—waiting for Dad, waiting for the next town, the next hunt. But tonight, they could just be themselves, even if only for a little while

Sam finally sat up, rubbing his eyes. “You guys are so loud,” he grumbled  as he glared at his older brother and sister

“sorry Sammy” both Dean and Y/n said at the same time

“Think Dad’s okay?” Y/n asked quietly after a pause, her fingers tracing the edge of her comic book. she didn't like to admit it but she often worries that he won't come back. The question hung in the air

Dean’s face softened, and he walked over, ruffling her hair. “He’s fine. You know him—probably giving the monsters a run for their money. Besides, he promised he’d be back, didn’t he?”

“Yeah…” she murmured, the comfort of Dean’s hand on her shoulder making her feel safer. They all knew better than to ask questions about where Dad went or what he was doing. But tonight, for some reason, that worry felt closer, nagging at her.

Dean moved back to his post by the window, as if would somehow speed up his return. Sam shifted over, tucking himself under Y/n’s arm and leaning his head against her shoulder. For all his insistence on being independent, Sam still found comfort in being with his siblings.

“Want me to read to you?” Y/n offered, holding up her comic book. She shot Dean a glance, knowing he’d make fun of her, but he just gave her a small, approving nod.

Sam grumbled. “Only if it’s Batman.”

Y/n smiled, flipping through the pages. “Lucky for you, it is.”

As she read, Dean relaxed in his chair, letting the sound of her voice and the rise and fall of Sam’s breathing fill the quiet. It was almost midnight, and for now, this was enough. They were together. time passed slowly, and soon enough, Sam’s head grew heavy on Y/n’s shoulder, his soft snores filling the air. She tucked him under the thin motel blanket, giving him a gentle pat before settling back down herself.

Dean, still half-awake, watched her with a fond smile. “You’re a good sister, you know that?”

"you are a good sister" she playfully mocked Dean sticking her tongue out to him.

They didn’t know when their Dad would be back, but for now, that didn’t matter. Tonight, they had each other, they would worry about their Dad tomorrow.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Found my way back to you

A/N: Something for our CACW broken and sad boi Tony? Written for @fandom-free-bingo Here ya go. Special mention to @nicoline1998enilocin for proofreading, love you girl 💛 Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Avenger! F! Reader (our reader has Falcon-like abilities and Red Wing as well)

Warnings: Angst, hurt comfort.

Word count: 4.3k ish

Square filled: “Please don’t go.”

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“Please don’t go.”

You weren’t sure you heard it at first as the voice seemed fainter than a whisper. Collecting your forgotten phone from the conference table, you were almost out the door when you heard him speak. Tony Stark sat at the far end of the table, nursing a glass of whiskey, his eyes downcast and shoulders drooped. There was a pleading in his voice that you couldn’t turn down.

Ever since Pepper left him for good, Tony had been heading towards a steady downfall of self-destruction. He was never one to talk but the team knew it, you knew it. You silently prayed that he would seek help and not be so stubborn for once. But you knew better than to push your teammate.

“What happened today, Tony?” Grabbing the nearest chair, you slid into it and waited for Tony to speak. You frowned as he took in a deep breath, as if preparing himself to relive whatever he was about to say.

“I met a lady named Miriam Sharpe today at MIT. She had a son, Charles Spencer. Great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where, Sokovia. He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass.” he raised his eyes to meet yours finally, guilt and regret swimming in them, almost drowning his soul with it. Pressing your lips in a thin line, you remained silent. How does one process this kind of information anyway?

“He would have been working at Intel come fall. And now…She blames me, Y/N. And she’s right. I blame myself. I created Ultron. It’s my fault.” his voice was so low, you had to strain to hear. You could see his guilty conscience eating him alive, and your heart broke for the man.

“It’s not all your fault, Tony. We all share responsibility for what happened in Sokovia. Could we have done without the blood-thirsty artificial intelligence that threatened an extinction-level genocide? Sure. But you have to stop blaming yourself for Ultron. We got him, he’s gone. The world is safe again, the Avengers made sure of that. You made sure of that, remember?” you reached out to place your hand over his, he didn’t resist, instead he gave you a small nod indicating he understood your point before offering you a small but grateful smile. Your words provided him comfort, temporary though, yet he was battling a world of obsessive thoughts on the inside.

Excusing yourself, you headed out the room once more, only for Tony to grab your attention once again.

“The world is only safe until the next big threat, Y/N. And then what? Another conference where I meet another parent of yet another child that didn’t deserve to die? We need to be kept in check.” he muttered assertively, downing the rest of his glass before heading out the door himself. Leaving you to ponder over his words that somehow rang true the more you gave it a thought.

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“So you’re really going to leave huh?” Clint Barton knocked on your door softly before he made his way to your room, followed closely by Natasha Romanov.

“Yep. I’m really leaving.”

You were packing the last of your suitcases, cramming one of the many photo frames that held a picture of you with the team. A Midgardian suit-clad Thor stood tallest brandishing his humongous glass of beer, right next to Steve, Nat and Clint; Tony had decided to go for dramatics as he laid down in front of all of you, his suit jacket discarded as he laughed pointing at Bruce who had just spilled his drink down his shirt - all thanks to Red Wing - your trusted device that you secretly used for a jump scare. It was worth it. Taken at one of Stark’s parties, everybody looked happy, less frown lines, less stress. Good old days, you thought.

“That was a good night.” Clint chuckled, pointing at the picture and making you nod in agreement.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Natasha pulled you in for a hug, making you tear up in the process. She didn’t try and convince you to stay, she was probably the only one who truly understood why you chose to step away, even if she didn’t agree with the decision.

“I’ll miss you too, Nat. More than you know. You too Legolas. Don’t die on us.” you chuckled after hugging Clint. The nickname Tony gave just sort of stuck around, and it irritated Clint the most which is why you always chose to call him that. Both of them were the closest thing to family around here for you.

“I feel like I’m probably gonna be the only one who miraculously survives, Y/L,N.”

“Seriously though, be careful you guys. I have a feeling this is not going to end well.” you added, zipping up the last of your bags. Saying their final goodbyes, they left you alone.

Your room was now empty, all packed up into boxes, the space looked smaller somehow, even though it wasn’t. It was time for you to start a new chapter of your life and close this one. It came with unfinished business but you chose to move on. Whatever moving on from a superhero life meant.

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“Please don’t go.”

Those three words rang in your ears months after they were uttered. As much as your heart wrenched, you had to leave, it was time.

The Sokovia Accords lay on the polished oak table, bringing dreadful silence across the room. It was hard to believe what your world had come to, and yet here it was. A choice. A choice that nobody benefitted from, except maybe the government. The accords meant that the Avengers would no longer function as an independent association, instead, the government would control and track their moves and influence their decisions. Not signing them would be considered as retirement, so there was no easy way out of it.

Did you agree with them? Absolutely not. Was it necessary? Probably. What shocked you most was that Tony Stark had agreed to comply, in fact he was coaxing each and every one to sign the papers. You knew what was about to happen. And you knew where you stood.

It didn’t make sense for you to stay anymore.

So you left. Retired as the government had you call it. And Tony tried to stop you, once. He assumed you would fight by his side no matter what. And for a brief moment, so did you. You wanted to be by his side, however, what Thaddeus Ross had asked of you was simply unacceptable. You could never live with your freedom taken away from you like that. It wasn’t regulation, it was manipulation and you couldn’t believe Tony for siding with it. It broke your heart.

And so with that broken heart, you fled town. Bought yourself a country home and a small farm with animals, you made a good life for yourself. A life so distinctly different from the one you previously had. No fights, no aliens dropping from the skies, no threats, but no Avengers either. And more importantly, no Tony.

It came as a huge shock the day King T’Chaka was killed in Vienna, and the terrorist later identified as The Winter Soldier only was going to make matters worse, you knew that.

A part of you felt guilty for leaving, while another part was relieved to be away from it all. The constant tug of war gave you several sleepless nights. The main cause for those was the fact that you left without saying goodbye to Tony. You wondered if he hated you for it. He probably did. The two of you were…complicated to say the least. The nature of your relationship was never clear, it came with baggage, one you were more than willing to carry before you were presented with the Accords. There wasn’t much left to say when Tony Stark became spokesperson for regulating and controlling the Avengers under the government’s shadow. Arguments seemed futile when the man was determined on what needed to be done to keep the team in check.

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An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? That's dead. Forever. - Helmut Zemo

Tony Stark was a man left wounded by many battles, some he drew upon himself, others he didn’t. The Sokovia Accords had caused a schism in the Avengers, a public feud with Steve Rogers and those he trusted at an airport in Germany. He had now the burden of involving a child in the fight, and the fact that he almost lost his best friend. Rhodey was built an exoskeleton to aid him in walking after he recovered, that was the least Tony could do. Although James never blamed him for anything, deep down it cut him that he was responsible for most of mayhem caused.

And then there was you.

You had left the team, left him without a goodbye. Disappeared one night without a trace. Tony felt abandoned by the one person he had hoped would never leave, and yet you had. He had had many sleepless nights thinking about you, hoping that one day maybe out of the blue you would come back and explain yourself.

And now you were gone.

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Tony,

I’m glad you’re back at the compound. I don’t like the idea of you rattling around a mansion all by yourself. We all need family.

The Avengers are yours, maybe even more so than mine. I’ve been on my own since I was eighteen. I never really fit in anywhere, even in the army. My faith is in people, I guess. Individuals. And, I’m happy to say that for the most part, they haven’t let me down. Which is why I can’t let them down either. Locks can be replaced, but maybe they shouldn’t.

I know I hurt you, Tony. I guess I thought by not telling you about your parents I was sparing you, but I can see now that I was really sparing myself, and I’m sorry. Hopefully one day you can understand.

I wish we agreed on the accords, I really do. I know you’re doing what you believe in, and that’s all any of us can do. That’s all any of us should do.

So no matter what, I promise you, if you need us—if you need me—I’ll be there. The team may be scattered for now but I believe if and when the time comes, we will assemble as one. And it’s probably not my place to say this but, Y/N stepping down certainly does not mean she’s no longer with the team. She is out doing what she always dreamt of, living a normal life. Something all of us wish for every now and then. I hope you guys work it out someday. Take care, Tony.

Tony stared at the letter after reading it for the fourth time, the flip phone that came with it still in his hands. His mind invariably wandered to the last bit of Steve’s message. You.

Over the past few years, Tony had come to realize how integral you were, not just to the team and your contribution but to his life too. He had on many occasions found himself seeking you out for a chat, it always made his heavy heart just a little lighter. From the moment you joined the Avengers, you had intrigued Tony Stark. He admired you for your abilities, you were more capable than you were given credit for, you were compassionate, kind and a team player. You never said much but whenever you did, you always knew the right things to say, especially to Tony.

He recalled many occasions where you had leant a listening ear when he had wanted to rant, provided a logical solution when things seemed to get out of hand. He would never forget the comfort you provided when Pepper left him. You were there, holding his hand, hugging him tight when he asked to be left alone, knowing how much he needed a human touch. He didn’t fight it, instead he had let himself be held by you, by arms that provided safety, touches that soothed him and words that rendered all the uncertainties silent.

And yet you had left the compound without a word, or maybe without a conversation with him. It angered and worried him in equal parts.

The more he thought about it, the clearer the picture became of your possible whereabouts. One particular conversation stood out indicating where he might find you, memories of that evening brought a smile to his face as he recalled.

“Farm animals, definitely. I will get myself an alpaca, call her Ms Brain.”

“Are you serious?” you giggled, looking at Tony incredulously. The man was always full of surprises. You were lying on your backs on the compound lawn, it had been a particularly eventful day. Tony found you out here all by yourself, staring up at the gray sky. Getting him to lie down with you wasn’t easy but you managed, bribing him with his favorite whiskey later.

“What about you, Y/L/N?”

“Hmm..Let’s see. I want a huge backyard where I will grow my veggie garden, make the most delicious foods, and have a cat since I’ve always wanted one. Somewhere peaceful and quiet, away from the city, of course. Some place that’ll show me actual stars instead of these twinkling airplane lights, you know?” you murmured, chuckling as a plane flew right above, its red lights mixing with the gray smoke and clouds before it disappeared, effectively making its point.

Tony remained silent, turning his head towards you so he could see your face, your eyes still focused on the sky, he gazed at you fondly. Admiring you for having the courage to dream of a different life so freely, something he used to be able to do but now it all seemed too far off.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours, Y/N?” Tony murmured, reaching his pinky finger out to entwine with yours.

“I’m just picturing you on a farm with Ms. Brain on a leash.” You smiled looking down at your hands.

“Do you think about running away from it all?”

“All the time.” Tony replied promptly, turning his body to face you as you did the same.

“What stops you from doing it then?”

As if on cue, his phone rang, disturbing the quiet of the moment. He murmured a ‘that’ under his breath before sitting up to answer it, thereby ending your little heart-to-heart.

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It was a lovely spring morning when you awoke. Your usual wake up call was meowing his way up your bed, demanding to be fed. Once the cat had his fill, you made yourself a cup of coffee and breakfast and went about your day.

Your life out here was simple, just the way you wanted it to be. Your savings had bought you a decent sized house with a large enough backyard garden for you to grow your veggies - something you always dreamt of having. The difference was so stark, it took you a while to adjust to this new life. But eventually you did. The peace and quiet it brought you was indescribable. But that didn’t mean you didn’t miss your Avenger life. To be more specific you missed the team, mostly Tony Stark.

You felt horrible for leaving without notice, especially after finding out about the fight that took place in Germany. You often found yourself wondering how he was dealing with everything. Did he have anybody by his side? You knew the answer to that. Did he get back with Pepper Potts? You didn’t want to find out the answer to that.

As evening rolled by, you poured yourself a glass of wine and got started on dinner, hearing a sharp knocking sound on your door right after. Frowning, you wiped your hands on a napkin and went to open it. You weren’t expecting anyone.

On the other side of the door stood the man you least expected to find, and yet the same man you were hoping to find all this time.

Tony Stark.

He wasn’t the Tony Stark you recognized. No. He seemed different, and not in a good way. His face was still the same, handsome, striking and yet it lacked the usual charisma. There were several bruises decorated all over his face, some healed, others on their way but definitely promised to leave a permanent mark. Words had escaped your vocabulary as you stood there dumbfounded, until he cleared his throat.

“Tony.”

“Y/N.”

“You’re um, you’re here.”

He gave you a nod, grateful that you stepped out of the way to let him in, still trying to process. Red Wing flew in after him, having scanned him for being a potential threat. It was a habit you couldn’t shake off, even in retirement, you were prepared for the unexpected.

“You turned Red Wing into a bellboy? You should’ve left with Dum-E, he would’ve been the perfect lawn mower.”

He made you chuckle, immediately reminding you of the Tony you had missed all these months. A part of you was relieved to see him, your heart beating with excitement now that there seemed a possibility that he was here to see you.

“Would you like a glass of wine?”

He shook his head in a no, explaining he had had too much coffee before, his trembling fingers spoke for themselves. Wordlessly, you made your way towards the kitchen, putting on a kettle of water to make him a cup of chamomile tea instead.

“Will you stay for dinner? I was only just getting started.” you offered, taking his noncommittal shrug as a yes.

He seemed to be busy digesting your new home, the surroundings that now glowed under the light of the setting sun. Your cat jumped out from his hiding spot, greeting Tony by walking between his legs, rubbing his scent over him, already claiming the man as his.

“He’s never that friendly with anyone.” you pointed out, smiling a little when Tony bent down to scratch him behind his ears, causing a cat to purr in appreciation. You brought him a cup of piping hot tea which he accepted wordlessly, taking a seat on your couch where you joined him. Several moments of silence passed where you watched him blow on the hot liquid before taking a small sip.

“You left without saying goodbye to me.”

Tony’s words fell on your ears but cut right through your heart. You should’ve been prepared for this to come up.

“Would you have stopped me from going, Tony?”

“No. Probably. I–I would’ve wanted you to stay and fight back, Y/N.”

You laughed humorlessly, shaking your head at the thought.

“Fight you, you mean? You know I was never going to sign those Accords. I was not going to fight by your side, Tony. You knew that.” your voice shook as you spoke, getting up from your seat and heading back to your kitchen, you put some distance between the two of you.

“Then you should’ve fought me! Anything was better than leaving unannounced, Y/N.”

His words made you turn around, his eyes shone under the candlelight, burning with embers of unanswered questions. You stood quiet, your breathing shallow now.

“Clearly I didn’t mean anything to you.”

“Is that what you think? You’re wrong, Tony. It’s because you meant the most to me, Tony. I couldn’t say goodbye to you because if I had, I wouldn’t have survived. And I couldn’t stay. So forgive me for running away, alright? I took the easiest choice at hand because the alternative was just too damn difficult.” you had a few tears strayed down your cheek by the time you finished, your heart now pounding wildly against your ears as you stood gripping the dining chair so tight your knuckles had turned white.

Tony sat still for a while, his brain comprehending your words before a hint of a smile made its way on his face, a sense of temporary relief - something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Something inside of him had led him here, the longing to see your face, questions that needed answers, the loneliness he felt that only grew more and more once everything that could go wrong went wrong. And yet, as he sat here after finding you, his heart felt lighter. Like he had made the right choice in what felt like forever.

“You haven’t asked why I am here.” he murmured, turning his attention back to the cup of tea in his hands.

“Wasn’t it to donate Dum-E to be my trusted lawn mower?” you jested, taking a seat on the chair you were previously clutching.

“I found out it wasn’t a car accident that killed my parents. They were murdered. By James Buchanan Barnes.” Tony stared ahead, gripping the cup tightly in his hands as he spoke.

“Oh my God, Tony…”

“And Rogers knew. He knew, Y/N.” he whispered, the anguish and hurt in his voice evident. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The Avengers having a difference of opinion was one thing, but this piece of information was enough to cause a definitive crack, you knew that.

“It wasn’t Barnes, Tony. It was the Winter Soldier, he was being controlled.”

“They’re still dead.”

That made you understand he wasn’t looking for a logical explanation, at least not now. What he needed was comfort. Without another word, you made your way back over to the couch, placing your hand on Tony’s back to let him know you were there for him.

“I almost lost Rhodey. I saw him fall to his death from the sky, Y/N. I couldn’t make it to him in time. And now our team is scattered. Gone. All because I–”

“Because of the Accords, and a difference of opinion, Tony.” you shifted closer, placing the cup away to grab his hands in yours.

“But I signed them. I failed.” his words broke your heart, unshed tears now made their way into his eyes as he tried his best not to break down in front of you.

“Hey, it’s okay, Tony. We’ll figure it out, like we always do, right? It’s okay, come here.”

Wrapping him in a hug, you held him close to you as he broke down, finally allowing himself to be vulnerable. He held onto the light sweater you wore like you would disappear in his grasp, shoulders burdened heavy now shaking in silent tears as months, maybe years of pent up and unaddressed feelings resurfaced.

“Shh. You’re okay, Tony. Let it out, I’ve got you.” You carded your fingers through his hair softly, blinking your own tears away.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, Tony. I should have been there for the team, for you. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head slightly, the movement a little difficult with his head safely tucked against your chest. After his tears subsided, you clasped his hand and led him upstairs to draw him a bath.

Tony Stark hadn’t known what it felt to have someone else care for him in a long time. He didn’t allow himself to be vulnerable the way he had now, because for the first time in forever, he knew felt safe. Safe enough to show his scars, his wounds. As you wordlessly undressed him, your eyes scanned the bruises littered across his skin, old scars and new. Your fingers traced them delicately before you nudged him to step inside the tub while you sat out. He needed this more than you at that moment.

The warm water healed his sore muscles, the ache that had settled deep within them slowly slipped out as your hands massaged the knots away. There was no way he could express how thankful he was for you in words. He chose to express it all with a kiss instead.

Right after you were done washing his hair, he held your hand to pull you closer to the edge of the tub, his gaze lowered as his face inched closer to yours.

As your lips met, you felt yourself melt against him. There was still a lot to work through but for now, you let yourself be lost in Tony Stark. All of him. You let him consume your senses. He was all that mattered.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“Hmm?”

Your question seemed irrelevant, you probably guessed it had been a while since the man got a good night’s rest. Now that you were out in your backyard, lying on a soft blanket you’d brought out to watch the night sky. Tony held on to your hand, placing it right over his chest where his arc reactor once was.

Several stars twinkled in the inky black sky, a visual you had missed in the city life. You remembered the nights you laid out here alone, rethinking past choices. You were content then, but you only understood peace now. There was no one else you would rather be here with than Tony.

His heart was beating steadily against your hand, his breath calm, features relaxed. This was the Tony you knew and loved.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad I found my way back to you.”

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 61: Fitz's Insecurity

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tw: mind control, conditioning, mention of branding

September 1905

Fitz felt numb from stress and exhaustion as Lex helped him into the manor. He breathed a sigh of relief as the familiar and comfortable smell of old books rose to greet him. He was home.

Lord Edgar's blood had soaked through the front of his dress and he stunk of rats and cigar smoke. The only thing he wanted more than washing up was to help his master -- the spell he'd been placed under was still fogging his brain, whispering to him that there was nothing more important than serving vampires.

And Lex needed the service. His face was bloody and swollen in places from where Jameson had beaten him, and there were dark bruises blossoming on the parts of his skin that were visible. He'd suffered those injuries for Fitz's sake, all because he'd been an idiot who couldn't take care of himself at the ball.

A weak human who always made poor decisions. Who needed the guidance of a strong hand.

He shook his head, trying and failing to dislodge Lord Edgar's words. It didn't help that he could feel desire radiating from Lex. He could use Fitz's blood to heal, and Fitz was eager to provide it.

"Ugh, glad we're finally home," said Lex, hanging up his coat. "Let me help you clean up and check you for injuries."

"I think I should be the one helping you wash up, sir," said Fitz, aware that he had stopped calling his master 'sir' weeks ago, but finding it slip out of his mouth anyway. "You're hurt."

"I'm fine," he insisted. "Or I will be. I can easily recover from these wounds. I'm attending to you first, and that's final."

In this state, Fitz couldn't very well argue with a direct command from his master. He nodded, allowing Lex to carry him up the stairs.

"I need to remove the remains of Edgar's enthrallment from you as well. It's bad enough that he was able to lay hands on you. I won't have him influencing your mind as well." He looked down at Fitz. "I know that you shouldn't be this quiet right now. It's not like you."

"I suppose it isn't, sir."

Lex sat Fitz down in a chair when they arrived at his spacious bathroom, remembering to light the lamps so that Fitz could see. For his part, Fitz couldn't help but slump in the chair, almost too tired to hold himself up.

Sweet-smelling steam grew thick as Lex filled the washbasin with hot water and a generous amount of lavender soap. Fitz's extravagant dress was pulled over his head and tossed in a heap on the floor. As Lex undid the clasp of the ruby necklace he was wearing, Fitz looked down at the bare skin above his corset, that spot below his shoulder blade where twin brands lay.

The topmost one was a circle containing a single note surrounded by repeat signs. The bottom was a bass clef.

He may have been rescued from Lord Edgar, but the brands served as a daily reminder that the true threat to his freedom still remained. Lex's sire would someday coming to steal away everything he was, down to the smallest movements of his face and fingers, and Fitz would be utterly helpless to resist. His only chance to escape this hellish fate was Lex's plan to kill his sire.

He truly was completely at Lex's mercy, helpless like he hadn't felt since he was a small child trapped in his father's house.

Lex undid Fitz's corset, helping to strip him of his elaborate undergarments, and his touch was so gentle. He was always so gentle, and if Fitz had to be at someone's mercy, he preferred Lex above all others. Lex, who despite his faults, always seemed to want Fitz.

As Lex knelt before him, wiping the sweat and stench from Fitz with a warm cloth, Fitz's mind drifted back to that place of obedience that still lingered in his head. Serving Lord Edgar, laying his head in his lap, had felt so satisfying despite being so wrong.

It wouldn't feel wrong with Lex. He could picture himself, docile and subservient, with his master caressing his head as he knelt by his side. Would Lex prefer him that way? Did he only object to Lord Edgar's influence, to Fitz's subservience, because he himself hadn't put it there?

If Fitz was helpless here regardless, wouldn't it all be simpler?

Lex took his hands, turning them over tenderly, inspecting the places where the ropes had worn angry red marks into Fitz's wrists. His aura strengthened, further fogging Fitz's mind, and all he could think of was his master's clear need.

"You should drink, sir," he said, tilting his neck enticingly.

Lex seemed almost startled by this, as though he didn't realize how obvious his need was. "No, not tonight. You're already weak and tired from your experience. You don't need me to compound that."

"I want you to, sir. And you want it too. I can tell. Why deny yourself? Drink."

"As I said, not tonight."

"Why not, sir?" This was the one thing that Fitz could always provide for his master, and he didn't understand why he was being rejected now. "If I want to serve you, and you want me to serve, then what is the --"

Lex leaned forward and hummed a note in his ear, a clear, perfect note that captured all of Fitz's attention. He could hardly remember what he was talking about a minute ago, but it wasn't important. The only thing that was important was listening to the song and sinking into Lex's spell. He slumped forward, caught and lowered onto Lex's shoulder, maneuvered into a position where he could listen so easily.

"Do you trust me, Fitz?"

Normally, that would be answered with a laugh and an easy "of course!" But here with his mind in Lex's grasp, it became harder to give the simple answer that would earn him favor.

"I want to trust you," he said, and that was truthful enough to slip past.

"If I asked you to serve me in the way Edgar wished, would you?" he whispered in Fitz's ear. "Would you kneel by my side, provide me what I need? Would you throw away all thought and free will and obey my every whim? Would you give that to me?"

The fear running through Fitz's veins almost broke through his entranced calm, but the intense feeling of need was even stronger. "I would, sir," he admitted helplessly, "if you asked me to. And I don't want you to ask me to, because I would do it."

"So, then, you agree I could do this. But I don't. Do you know why?"

He should know. He should know how to read Lex like a book. But… "No, sir."

"Because I prefer you as you are."

Fitz scoffed automatically. "You can't be --"

"I want you to trust me, at least in this matter," said Lex, his voice quite serious. "If I wanted a docile servant without a thought in his head, I could have bought one for cheaper than you, or I could have molded you into what I desire. But I didn't, and I won't, because you are what I want."

"Why, sir?" came the question from his lips before he could stop it. It was the question he was always asking himself. How could he make people like him? More charming, more handsome, more funny, more useful -- his guards against a world that would otherwise discard him without a second thought.

Just as he feared Lex might.

"Why?" Lex repeated as though he didn't understand.

"That's what I asked, sir," said Fitz, not liking how needy he sounded.

"You make me happy," said Lex, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Isn't that enough reason?"

A pang of disappointment stung his heart. "With my blood, then, sir?" he said.

"No, not your blood. You." Lex pulled him in closer and hummed in his ear. "If nothing else, I want you to believe this one thing. I want you here with me, brightening my manor with your sunshine."

"…Oh," was all he could say in the tide of conflicting feelings. "Sir," he added.

"Now I want you to sink deeper into my spell. Deeper and dreamier, Fitz, just like that. And all of Edgar's thoughts and preferences are going to wash out of your head as though they were never there. No more desire to kneel or call me 'sir' as you used to. Nothing in your head but your own thoughts and my song."

"Nothing…"

"Nothing else but that. You can let your mind wander, feel so calm and peaceful as all of Edgar's influence is wiped away."

Fitz sank into Lex's arms, finally feeling himself relax after everything that had happened.

"I do love to see you in a trance like this, Fitz," Lex whispered into his ear. "I love to have you under my spell. It's my nature as a vampire. But it's you that I want under my spell, not a mindless puppet version of you. It's not nearly as fun to take your defiance if you don't have any."

"Lex --" said Fitz, filled with a mix of fear and desire.

"I love to see you when you're happy and charming and full of energy, knowing that I'm the only one who gets to pull you down into sleepy submission," he continued. "I want to see you laugh and play music and dance and tease me, and grace me with your company, and then, when the time is right, I want to see you fall into enchanted bliss when I drink from you."

His head was fogged from trance and praise and flattery. "I… want that too…"

"Then I want you to start to wake up gradually for me, but remain relaxed and happy, with only my influence remaining, no other vampire's. Wake up, Fitz."

Fitz blinked slowly, coming to. His head felt clearer, as though he was returning to himself, with the memories of the ball and the kidnapping growing distant.

He could see Lex, now. Not a vampire superior he needed to serve, but the real Lex, the one who always looked like a mess when he woke up, whose tired eyes lit up when he found a particularly precious book, whose handwriting was disgustingly perfect, who was uneasy around any modern invention. His Lex.

Lex ruffled his hair, breathing deep. "My Fitz. My delightful Fitz. My perfect thrall. What can I do to make you happy?"

"Drink from me," he said automatically.

"Besides that," said Lex, laughing. "What is it that you want most? Be honest."

It was a tall order to be honest when Fitz, on his best days, barely had any sort of a handle on what he actually wanted. One thing did automatically come to mind, though. "I want to return to the stage."

"Oh." Lex drew back, depriving Fitz of his touch and making him feel that he said something wrong.

Fitz blinked, trying to regain his thought processes. "You said to be honest."

"I know. And I do want you to return to the stage. I even promised that you could. But… I confess that I wanted to take care of my sire first. If he finds out I'm allowing you out of the manor to perform…"

"He agreed to leave you alone for a year, didn't he?" said Fitz. "And you're going to kill him."

"If I fail…"

"If you fail, I think we're both doomed, aren't we?" Fitz pulled Lex in closer. "If we're doomed anyway, we might as well have some fun before we go."

A rare and genuine smile blossomed across Lex's face. "You're right," he said. "And I do want to see you on stage. I want to see you in your element."

"Then, I can…?"

"Yes. Yes, you can." Lex kissed him softly, prompting Fitz to kiss him back as though his life depended on it.

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The dingy office reeked of sweat and makeup and cigarettes. It was surreal to be back here, a familiar location in the world of ordinary humans, after so many weeks spent in the company of vampires. Fitz knocked on the door and entered before there was an answer.

"Son of a bitch," said Mr. Reed. "If it isn't Fitz de Hastings. We thought you were dead, or run out of town."

"Well, here I am, very much alive," said Fitz with a flourish. "Alive and ready to perform for the adoring public, as soon as you'll have me."

"Like hell. You left us in the lurch! I had you booked twice and you didn't show -- I had to put up some novelty music act to fill time, and the way the crowd reacted, I should've just left the stage empty."

"So you needed me, then?"

"Needed you like I need a hole in the head." Mr. Reed stubbed out his cigar. "Where the hell were you, anyway?"

Of course, he couldn't very well say he was kidnapped by vampires. "I was… enthralled with a lover. Surely you understand."

Mr. Reed was unimpressed. "You expect me to believe you had a lover that took up so much of your time you couldn't be bothered to pick up your last paycheck?"

"Alas, slender Aphrodite filled me with unbearable longing," said Fitz, draping himself across a chair. "I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't walk to the theater --"

"All right, all right, shut up, I don't really want to hear it."

"Then you'll have my act back?" said Fitz with his most endearing smile. "I'm sure the audiences will love to see me now that I've been away for months. The playbill can even advertise my triumphant return."

Mr. Reed groaned, pinching his nose. "You know I really shouldn't give you another chance with the shit you've pulled," he said. "But I've got an acrobat now who just isn't working out. He can twist himself up like a pretzel but he's got no stage presence, you know? Half the crowd falls asleep."

"So what I'm hearing is that you have a slot for me."

"Yes, de Hastings, I have a goddamn slot for you," said Mr. Reed. "Next Friday at 7pm sharp. And if you don't show, that's the last I'll ever do you a favor."

"Thank you, Mr. Reed," said Fitz, jumping up and shaking his hand vigorously, bursting with excitement about returning to the stage. "You won't regret this."

"I think I already am."

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[elisaphoenix13]

Deja Vu

"Are you okay?"

Stephen came back to himself with a small gasp and he looked up to find himself looking at Tony. Just...younger. There was less gray in his hair and they were still standing in the Sanctum and it took a few moments for reality to set in and for the sorcerer to realize what had just happened.

Specifically that nothing happened.

He and Tony weren't married, let alone dating. He still lived at the Sanctum with Wong, the Avengers were still broken up...and there were no kids. The realization that his children either weren't his own or didn't exist yet made Stephen feel empty. The vision had felt so real. He could still feel the warmth Tony gave off against his back when he fell asleep just last night (or did he?), and feeling Athena sleeping at the foot of the bed. He was even waiting for this to be some sick joke and his kids would come barrelling through the door arguing about who got to choose the next movie to watch.

But he knew it wouldn't happen. Not yet. Nothing had come to pass. Not even Peter's aunt dying in the accident. May Parker was still alive and well. Stephen was just...Stephen. Sorcerer Supreme. He wasn't anyone's mom, spouse, or matriarch. He was just one of the sorcerer's residing in Greenwich Village.

He felt his skin get clammy and he had to resist the urge to bring up his lunch because he wanted it back. He didn't want to go through all of it again. He wanted his kids now. He wanted the chaos and the noise that the Sanctum was almost completely devoid of.

But he had to, didn't he? Go through all the pain and suffering, the happy moments, the sad…and if that's what it took to get all of that back, Stephen would do it in an instant. He wanted that happiness back…he yearned for it, and he wasn't the only one who deserved it. So did Tony. The very man he fell in love with and was still looking at him in concern.

“I'm fine,” Stephen finally manages to answer while rubbing the bridge of his nose. At least physically. Mentally was an entirely different ballpark. He still felt a small urge to vomit…to lash out and beg for this to be a dream.

“Sure, Doc. I'll believe that when you're not paler than the moon. Better get you a chair.” Tony was already looking for one before he even finished his sentence, and then Stephen felt himself being led to the couch in the foyer. He sat down without argument and made himself breathe through the nausea as Tony sat next to him. “So what's going on?”

Stephen breathes out a pathetic laugh. “If I told you, you'd think I was insane.”

“Guess we won't know unless you tell me.”

If Stephen didn't have that vision, he would have told Tony off…but he knew better. He knew Tony hid his kindness behind smart remarks, but Stephen knew he wasn't ready to hear about what he just experienced. Then being together, having a family, and with the Avengers back together…it was a lot to chew on.

“Maybe later,” he answers quietly. If he could get that vision to be real again, maybe there would be a later.

“Fair enough. Something too intense to recover from immediately right?” Tony says as he gets back to his feet. “I've had nightmares like that. Anyway, glad to see you don't have any magical mishaps here.”

“You'll just cause them if you keep touching everything,” Stephen snorts and Tony barks out a laugh.

“Felt like touching. The engineer in me I guess.” Tony heads for the front door. “Get better soon, Doc. I don't want to be the one dealing with the magical end of things.”

Then he was gone. And Stephen felt empty again. The Sanctum was silent and he couldn't feel Tony's comforting heat…it all felt wrong. He couldn't live like this. Not after seeing what could be.

But then the doorbell rang about an hour later and when Stephen answered it, he found a bag by the door. It held hot soup and a note that made Stephen think that maybe it could happen after all.

Something told me that you'd be terrible about taking care of yourself since you're a doctor. Took the liberty of ordering you some soup. Get well soon, Doc. -T

As Stephen pocketed the receipt with the note and picked up the bag, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He'd have to send the older man a thank you. Something along the lines of calling the man an asshole.

_____________

It worked of course. Tony took it as a challenge of snark and it brought him to Stephen's door more and more. Then everything began to feel familiar to Stephen. The lunches at the Sanctum, the constant quips that he remembered hearing, and their first kiss in Tony's living room…

Everything was back to the way it was. Stephen had to go through all the pain and suffering again but it was worth it to have his family back. It was worth having Valerie glued to his leg since William was still at school, to have Lucy running around in her diaper because she refused to wear any other clothes, and to hear Diana arguing with Harley and Peter over the TV. 

He didn't feel empty anymore.

“You alright, Duchess?” Tony asks from beside him as he cuts up some vegetables. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

Stephen shakes his head and focuses back on the task at hand. Namely cutting the last couple of strawberries for Valerie that would hold her over until dinner. “I'm fine.”

“That's just as believable as when you said it when we first met,” Tony huffs. “You looked the same then and you gave me the same answer. Which you never explained to me by the way.”

Stephen looks at him with surprise. “You remember that?”

“I'm old, not senile.” Tony says and Stephen chuckles.

“I really am fine. What happened then was the complete opposite of now.” He starts. “I…saw this back then.”

Tony blinks and stops cutting to look over at the sorcerer. “Wait…this?”

“The kids…us…I lived it. I looked like a ghost because I was torn away from it. It was all a vision and it made me feel sick.” Stephen tells him as he hands the bowl of strawberries down to Valerie and watches her walk over to the table with them. “It was the happiest I've ever been in my life and it was just a dream.”

“And now?” Tony asks carefully, gently taking Stephen's hand, making him smile.

“It's real. I made sure of it. Even if it wasn't, I would do it all again without hesitation.” Stephen reassures. “The vision was just so intense and realistic that it took a lot out of me at the time. I also don't think you would have believed me at the time.”

“I…maybe.” Tony admits. “I was still a little suspicious of it at the time. Are you sure you're okay now?”

Stephen nods. “I'm just relieved. That's all. If I knew this was possible and wasn't able to get it again…”

“But it was and you do,” Tony says firmly before lifting Stephen's hand to kiss the back of it. “I'd hate to imagine what it would be like without you.”

The doctor’s smile drops a bit. “I've seen that too. It's not good.”

“Guess I should thank those witch doctors of yours that they blessed you with visions,” Tony smirks and Stephen rolls his eyes.

“I can't believe you just referred to the Vishanti as witch doctors.”

“You still love me.”

Stephen’s smile returns and he sighs softly. “I always will.”

[writingattemptsxx]

Levi x Reader

Sleep.

You’re sick of Levi’s all-nighters and decide to get him to sleep, even if you have to trick him.

—

Not too late for Valentine’s Day, right? It's not themed, but some romantic fluff.

No one read it before posting, so hopefully there are no glaring issues.

No pronouns used for Mc other than “you”.

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Uhhhh… what was happening? Levi was just gaming a bit ago, and now you’re asleep on top of him. You were complaining about him needing sleep as he, admittedly, brushed you off. A bit after some silence, you offered to watch some anime with him, starting with one of his favorites. He was done with all his dailies and he’s beaten all the story out, so why not? Little did he know it was a trap he fell for so easily.

Both of you sat down on a nest of blankets and pillows you insisted on making. Unusual, but the floor isn’t the most comfortable. You sat next to him for a while, looking at him every few minutes. After about an episode you pushed him down, turning him to where the back of his head hit one of the pillows.

“Wh-wh-what?! M-Mc?!”

“You need sleep! And don't complain. I played you parallel to the screen, you can just turn your head. Just- just lay down. Please.”

You looked desperate. Desperate for him to take care of himself. His face felt hot. Why is that a normal reaction around you?

He turned his head away, facing the screen. “Fine. I won't sleep though.” He didn't even sound that confident, but any confidence that was there shattered as you snuggled closer. He hopes that you don't hear how fast his heart is, even though your head is resting on his chest.

While watching, he played with your hair to keep his hands busy. He kept watching until the end of the final episode. Why does it have to be so short? His eyes drifted to you for a second, only to jump back. You were asleep. You fell asleep. His face felt more than warm this time. It felt absolutely burning. What does he do now?

He searched around for the remote. Of course, it was outside of his arm’s reach. He tried to slide closer, but that jostled you. He froze as you made a small and annoyed noise and readjusted on top of him. He was still frozen for a while after, just to make sure you weren't awake. While he did find it adorable, he didn't want to risk waking you.

He tried to slide again, slower this time. Luckily he grabbed it, without moving you this time, and he slid back into his original space. He tried to change the show to something new, but he kept looking back at you. He put the remote down at his side. He cupped your cheek and rubbed it with his thumb. You gave the tiniest smile in your sleep. Why are you so cute?

He looked back at the screen. There was this anime he'd been wanting to watch, and now was the perfect time, right? To his shock, he put on an anime he's watched thousands of times, put down the remote, and turned back to you. He lied down and continued to play with your hair until his eyes closed and he drifted off.

—

There was this annoying rustling sound waking Levi up. What time is it anyway? He tried to ignore it, but it was too annoying. He opened his eyes, scanning the room. When he turned his head he found the source. Mammon, his brother, and the greediest demon alive. He was rummaging through Levi’s figures and DVDs.

The lowest and angriest growl he has made in recent memory accompanied his voice. “Mammon.” He froze at Levi’s voice, not even looking back at his brother. “Make a good choice here. Leave everything where it is, and leave. You dare take one thing and I will kill you.”

Mammon slowly side-shuffled out, keeping his back to Levi, and keeping his hands up. Once he opened the door, he bolted away. Levi huffed, turned his head back around, closed his eyes, and drifted back off.

[kodared]

☆ Welcome home Neighbor~! ☆

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Human Reader x Welcome Home!

Frank tries his best to guide you, but Home sees all.

Chapter 12/?

Word Count: 6,129 out of 41,493

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 You and Frank sat together on the hard and cold synthetic wood flooring of Homes replica for what felt like hours before Frank was finished removing all of Homes twine from underneath your skin. By the time he finished, you noticed tears had started to stream down your face and your teeth bit down on his bowtie hard enough to give you a headache.

After you were able to control your breathing a bit better, you raised a shaky hand to remove Frank's bowtie from your mouth and set it on the ground, you looked at Frank, giving a silent apology for messing up his tie before he gave a pity chuckle and spoke,

“Don't worry about it. I have plenty of others just like it, Now. What happened Y/N?..”

    His voice sounded warm and comforting as he moved out of his crouching position to sit beside you, his hand resting in the center of your back in a way that told you he was there to listen.

Your eyes tried to look anywhere but him as you recalled the memories of being trapped for what felt like an eternity, hell, it may have been eternity. You had no concept of puppet aging anyways, Frank could have literally spent years looking for you and you wouldn't know the difference.

   “...How long have I been here?..”           Frank took a deep breath and made a pensive face as he thought,

     “If I had to guess I would say a few Hours at least. Why do you ask?” You groaned and pulled your aching knees up to rest your head on them, your arms shaking as you desperately tried to will your body to obey what you were pleading it to do.

                          “Because I feel like I’ve been here for fucking years.”

You could feel Frank's hand stop moving on your back for a moment at your swearing, if he was going to tell you off for your foul language he clearly stopped himself. If you could find the strength to do so you would laugh at his reaction.

“..In all seriousness. Time doesn't feel real here. One minute I was in Wallys' living room feeling my skin seething, and the next minute, I'm here. Stuck to a chair with a body that won't even move when I want it to.”

Your hands moved to hold your head as you repositioned yourself to be turned more to face Frank, you desperately needed his logical comfort right about now, but he even seemed to be at a loss for words.

Frank, however, kept his hand moving in comforting circles on your back despite his lack of words for a minute, before speaking again.

“...So you don't know how you got here either?..”

You removed your hands from your face as you looked up at him finally, only to see his face as a mixture of confusion as he was lost in thought. “If I had to guess, I would say Home brought me here. They said something about making me a part of the neighborhood, and they went to a different room. Then I felt dizzy, and woke up here.”

    You groaned as you kept speaking,

“...But I would also have to guess they left me here as a punishment of some sort. This was the building I originally… broke into.. That made me appear in your neighborhood to begin with.”

You turned your gaze to Frank again, now curious how he got here. “...How’d you get here anyways?.. Did Home send you?”

You couldn't help the way your eyebrows furrowed in slight distrust, while you doubt Home sent Frank to get you, it didn't hurt to be suspicious. Especially given your circumstances. If Frank was offended at your slightly distrustful look, he hid it well, he even seemed angry at the mention of Homes name.

“Absolutely not. I was actually sent on a Rescue mission of sorts for you, And got transported here Somehow.”

His story made sense, especially since he and Eddie were the last to see you before you marched off to Home yourself, what a mistake that was. With a sigh you pushed yourself to stand, your shaky legs not doing you any favors.

“Well, we’re not gonna get anywhere sitting here, I think I'm good to walk now anyways..”       Frank still looked concerned despite you assuring him you could walk, but he let it be for the time being. He nodded reluctantly and stood to his feet, making sure to grab the flashlight he had propped up before leaving with you leading the way.             As Frank expected, when he went to open the front door from the inside it didn’t budge. He turned to face you,

                  “I got in through a Broken window, looks like that will be our Exit.”

        You didn’t have much say in the matter so you nodded and followed Frank out of the shattered window. Your shoes grind against the glass on the floor before hoisting yourself out with Frank's help.

                Once you both were safely out of the Replica Home, Frank quickly shined the light at your hands to make sure you didn’t get scraped before speaking and focusing forward,

          “…So you’ve been here before, any ideas on how to get out?.. Eddie and the others should be waiting for us,”  

You followed closely beside Frank as he spoke, looking around at the scattered papers and various boxes idly to occupy your mind.

                “Well… When I first came to the neighborhood it was like.. I fell?.. It was weird, everything felt like it was spinning and I felt the floor cave in,”

    You left out the feeling of being watched as you felt a shiver go down your spine just thinking of it. Frank seemed none the wiser to your discomfort as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts before speaking again.     

     “Do you remember where exactly you felt this way?..”

       You thought long and hard before looking at your surroundings to see if you recognized anything, which was proving to be hard to do with Frank holding the one and only flashlight you both had.

       “It would help if I could actually see, and while I'm thinking about it Frank, where did you get that Flashlight?”

         Last time you were here you found no sign of Lights, much less a flashlight. Even if Home could alter and warp memories you feel like Home wouldn't wipe something from your memory as small as a flashlight.

     Frank looked a bit confused from what you could see in the light reflecting off of his face before he had a look of realization cross his mind as he moved to hand you the flashlight.

        “I found it when I first entered, I tripped on a box and opened it to reveal a few others along with it.”

    You gave Frank a hum of acknowledgment and shined the light near a wall instead of in Infront of you where it once was pointing. If there were going to be any clues as to where you where, they would be on the walls. You distinctly remember being in the director's office before you ran and passed out, so that would be what you looked for first.

       You kept a close eye on Frank to make sure he was following you as you walked closer and along the walls of the building, only rarely having to deviate from the path if there was a stray box in front of you.

          Before long your shoes ground against what felt to be shattered glass, which raised suspicion inside of you, making you stop in your tracks. Frank was quick to catch onto your concern,

        “What's wrong?.. Why did we stop, do you recognize anything?”

    ��       …You didn't respond.

     Your memories felt hazy as you desperately clamored for your memories. Broken glass should signal the entrance of the building or at least a window.

       …But there was nothing in front of you but more concrete floors and walls engulfed in a sea of black.

          “…This feels wrong.”

     You finally turned to look over your shoulder to see Frank, his eyes meeting yours as he looked confused as to what you meant, you continued without him having to ask.  

        “..The front of the building, when I entered originally, had broken glass at the entrance. But as we can both see..”

      You shined the flashlight forward once more, only emphasizing the pitch-black space that surrounded you both, and seemed to stretch on forever.

         “There is no exit in sight, hell there isn't even a window or skyligh..-”

    Pointing the flashlight up towards the ceiling you cut yourself off in shock, Frank hadn't seemed to look up yet as he moved to put his hand on your shoulder,

           “Y/N..? Whats..-”

            “Be quiet.”

       You shushed him quickly as you motioned your head for him to look up, the sight making him take a sharp inhale.

   The ceiling wasn't normal, anyone could notice that, especially you and Frank. While there were still studio lights and rafters, it seemed they weren't held on by any old wires or scaffolding left around.

         Red threads were holding them.

     All with varying colors and sizes, they twisted around the broken electronics pathetically. Some looked as if they had rusted around the threads from how long they had been neglected. 

“...We need to get out of here, and fast.” 

You spoke quietly and urgently as you began slowly backing up, your other hand motioning for Frank to do the same. The red threads overtook the majority of the ceiling as you looked repulsed at how they overtook the old lights. 

Homes influence must have spread to this place after you left, or maybe you never left Home at all. In your mind this could all very well be another one of Homes tricks, but if it was why was Frank here?.. 

Your thoughts came to a halt as you were caught up in staring at the ceiling, you failed to notice the threads that now snaked their way to the floor. Successfully tripping Frank and making you stumble. 

Frank suppressed a yelp as he watched the thread that was once pulled taught to trip him wrapped around his ankle like a boa constrictor. 

“Y/N!..” 

Frank didn't have to call for your help for long before you quickly pivoted on your heel to pull him up, your other foot stomping at the thread that came from the ceiling all the way to the floor, aiming to snap it. 

Frank winced as he felt the string merge deeper with his fabric skin before it stopped and finally broke free from his ankle. You held Frank's hand tightly as you quickly ran away from the threads. 

The threads spread through the facility for miles it seemed, with you and Frank stumbling as you both tripped on various strings and papers scattered on the floor. 

Right when your running seemed all for nothing, you quickly felt a feeling of deja vu hit you like a truck as you passed a wall. Shining your light you could see a door that read,

“Directors Office.” 

Without a second thought, you stopped running. Making Frank trip for a second before you quickly pulled him steady, turning around to see the threads that hung from the ceiling, they swayed like loose spider silk. 

“Frank. This is where it happened,” 

Frank looked panicked and confused, his breath frantic as he desperately tried to speak, his hand tugged at yours, beckoning you to keep running.

“Wh-.. What are you talking about?!.. We-.. We need to get away from the threads,” 

You squeezed Frank's hand in an attempt to calm his anxiety, you could feel him growing more and more anxious, but you knew this was where you originally fell into the neighborhood. 

Now you just needed a Spark to get you there. 

Without much thought, you let go of Frank's hand and unscrewed the lens from the Flashlight. The small bulb inside felt warm against your hand as you held the top of the flashlight and dropped to your knees, Frank looked confused and downright sick as he stared at the threads that now snaked their way over to you both. 

You looked up at the strings and grabbed Frank's hand, you readjusted your grip on the cheap flashlight as you slammed the lightbulb directly onto the concrete with a few papers nearby.

A small spark flew from the broken bulb and the glass shattered with a sickening crunch. Thankfully, it doesn't take much for old papers to catch fire. The fire quickly spread to the threads that were now inches away from you and Frank and you both watched as they recoiled and the floor suddenly felt weak. 

“...What just happe..!-” 

Before Frank could speak, the floor released below the both of you. The last thing you saw was Frank holding tightly onto your hand as you both fell and hit something soft. 

…

….

The only sound that could be heard over your ringing ears was your own heavy breathing. So you kept your eyes shut and continued to squeeze Frank's hand. 

…

….

After a few minutes, you finally opened your eyes and you felt Frank's hand still intertwined with yours, and his heavy breathing was now slowed down. You both were calming down and coming to terms with reality. 

Frank was the first to sit up, not that you particularly minded. You kept your tired eyes on the dim sky, it seemed to be nighttime, Frank also was looking at the sky thoughtfully as he calmed down. 

“...So that was.. Your world?” 

You chuckled softly as you sat up and finally let go of Frank's hand, you both seemed to be in a field, much similar to the one you found yourself in when you first arrived. 

“Pretty much, though there weren't as many threads last time,” 

Frank gave a hum of an acknowledgment as he turned to look at you, his frown now being a small smile as he seemed to try to lighten the mood. 

“I don't think I like it as much as my world to be honest,” 

You let out a laugh and stood on your shaky legs, offering Frank a hand as you helped him get up. 

“You could say that again, now, didn't you say Eddie and them were waiting for us?..” 

Frank looked embarrassed that he of all people had forgotten, he quickly began walking in the direction of the neighborhood. 

“Indeed I did, we must tell them you are safe. Wouldnt want to keep them worried.” 

The dim moonlight lit your path as you followed Frank, not wanting to get lost in the forest this late. Thankfully Frank seemed to be quite knowledgeable on how to traverse the terrain, he led you back to the entrance of town with no problems. 

…However, one thing struck you as concerning. 

All of the lights were off. Granted there weren't many to begin with, but Howdy almost always kept the porch light on, even if the shop was closed, as did Eddie. 

But both were off. 

Even Frank looked a bit shocked as you glanced over at him. He stared at Eddie's shop before shaking his head and looking toward his house. 

“Eddie probably just went back to my house for the night. I'm sure he's alright,” 

You nodded and followed Frank in the direction of his house, keeping your eyes averted from Home and sticking ever so slightly closer to Frank due to your anxiety. 

Frank didn't seem to mind. But as you looked over at Home out of sheer curiosity, you saw Homes eyes were shut. Similar to the way they were in your world. 

You felt uneasy. So without much thought, you walked into Frank's house and practically collapsed onto the couch, Frank just stood in the doorway. 

“...Normally Eddie would be asleep on the couch by now..” 

You watched as Frank closed the door and looked at his coat rack beside the door, seeing no sign of Eddie's mailbag or Hat. 

“...Maybe he's with Barnaby or the others,”

You tried to provide any consolation to where he went, you tried not to think or mention how he could be with Wally right now. You both knew Wally was under Homes control. 

Before Frank could respond to you, someone knocked at the door. Making you flinch and Frank even jumped a little before composing himself and opening the door. 

“Ah.. Hello Sally.” 

Frank spoke with a small smile, and as you leaned on the couch to get a glimpse of Sally, something didn't feel right. 

You could have sworn her Blue eye wasn't always open. 

“Hello Hello, Frank!.. I just came to invite you and Y/N to the Play that's happening tonight!” 

Frank's smile slowly drooped back into his usual frown, looks like he also knew something was wrong with Sally. 

“...I thought you normally give a Weeks Notice to your plays?.. Wally scolded you last time for ruining his painting schedule.” 

Sally seemed to stall for a moment, like a computer that lost its connection before speaking through stuttered words. 

“W..Well!.. I just wanted to throw a surprise Play for the new neighbor!” 

Sally pointed in your direction, making you sink further into the plush couch cushions as Frank looked at you and scowled a little at Sally. 

“They’re not staying Sally, you and I both know we have to get them home. Now, if you'll excuse..-” 

As Frank moved to shut his door, Sallys' shoe stood in the way of the door shutting fully. Her eyes wide now with her smile only growing, as she stepped further into Frank's house, you could both see the swirls that overtook her eyes. Your breath caught in your throat as Sally looked right at you and pushed past Frank. 

“Oh don't be Silly!.. They're even wearing the proper clothes for the occasion.” 

You quickly stood from the couch and moved to put distance between yourself and the eccentric theatre fanatic. You knew very well that your outfit was similar to Wallys', you never changed out of the pants Howdy had given you. 

You were starting to feel as if that was intentional. 

You looked at Frank with a pleading expression, silently begging him to help before he grabbed Sallys' shoulder and stopped her from walking any closer. 

“Home. This is no way to go about things.” 

Sallys' breath caught in her throat as she craned her neck uncomfortably to the side to glare at Frank, her smile now looking strained and fake as her eye twitched. 

“Home? How silly Frank. Im, not Home.” 

Frank flinched as Sally slapped his hand off of his shoulder before briskly walking out of his house. Her shoes clicked against the brick porch Frank had. 

“I expect you both to be at the Play in 10 minutes. You wouldn't want to leave the Cast with an empty house would you?” 

At her final words, you and Frank both watched as the door seemed to close on its own. You didn't notice it but Frank did, Frank saw the red strings that came from Sallys' fingers and pulled the door shut. 

Frank now knew where Eddie and the others were. 

“Y/N... We need to get some things from Howdys shop. We wouldn't want to go to the play without Flowers?.. Right?” 

You were confused for a moment before Frank did an ever so subtle wink and opened his front door to go to howdys store, Home was eavesdropping and Frank knew it. 

“Uh... Yeah, I think I remember Howdy getting more.. Tulips and roses in a few days ago..” 

You followed Frank out of the house and walked to Howdys shop, the porch light being off still shaking you to your core. You hoped Howdy was okay. 

Frank didn't say anything as he moved to an aisle containing different scissors and wire cutters. He motioned for you to gather a few items yourself, you of course listened. 

You walked down a few aisles, you felt bad you couldn't pay Howdy, but you guessed helping him out was just as much of a payment as anything else. So without much thought, you picked up a pair of scissors. 

Just as you were about to exit the aisle, you saw something that caught your eye. 

A small spindle of Red thread, one similar to Homes own, just without the sentience attached to it of course. 

You grabbed it and shoved it in your pocket before meeting back up with Frank at the entrance. 

“Are you ready to go see Sallys' play?” 

Frank had a worried look on his face despite his voice sounding confident with a tinge of joyful energy behind it. You could tell his voice was a facade, but his eyes told you everything. 

“As ready as ill ever be.” 

Frank hummed in acknowledgment and left Howdys shop, you followed closely behind as you approached Sallys' house. 

Her studio lights in front of the house were on, you assumed it was a signal there was a play in progress as you heard various laughs and music playing inside. 

Frank looked sick to his stomach as he moved to knock on Sallys' door, Frank's knuckles hadnt even touched the wooden door before it swung open revealing Eddie. 

Eddie slumped over and engulfed Frank in a tight hug as Frank let out a happy gasp, 

“Eddie!.. Why are you at Sallys?.. Your normally asle-..”

As Frank moved to pull away from Eddies hug, he found that Eddie wasn't letting go. You and Frank looked at Eddie as he slowly lifted his head, 

His smile looked strained and his eyes bore swirls. 

Frank's breath caught in his throat in fear as he desperately tried to squirm out of Eddies tight grip, to no avail. From Eddie's hands emerged Bright Red threads that quickly wrapped around Franks arms successfully restraining him like a spider. 

Before you could move to help Frank, you felt two sets of hands on your shoulders and arms. 

You didn't dare to look up before you felt your consciousness fade. 

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Your head throbbed as you slowly woke, waking with a gasp as you tried to stand from the chair you had been placed in, only to find your arms and legs bound by a tight Red Rope. 

Raising your aching head you could see a large theatre stage in front of you, most definitely belonging to Sally and her play that you had been invited to go see. 

Which posed a bigger question, where was Frank?.. 

Looking around your general area it was hard to see anything but darkness. The room was empty apart from you and the folding chair that you had been strapped to. The dim lights that hung from the ceiling that pointed to the stage provided an ominous hum in the otherwise deadly quiet room. 

Craning your neck back you tried desperately to see if there was any Exit, but before you could even get the chance. A loud squealing of metal was heard from the stage making your attention snap back to the large stage. 

The loud squealing you heard was followed by the wooshing of the large red curtains that hung from the roof on a pulley system. 

In the center of the Stage was the star of the Show. Wally Darling. Who stood bowing at you. 

Wally rose slowly from his bow and clasped his hands together before he walked closer to you at the edge of the stage. His shoes clicked against the hardwood floors and echoed around the dark theater. 

“Welcome Home Neighbor! So happy to see you could join us,” 

You squirmed against the ropes that held tightly against your skin as you lurched forward towards Wally. Your face in a scowl as you practically seethed with anger. 

“What did you do Home?! Wheres Frank!..” 

Wally only laughed at your anger. A soft, melodic, and robotic laugh bounced off the walls and made the feelings of a headache blossom behind your eyes. 

“My!.. You are quite good at jokes Neighbor. Maybe we could use that as your new passion!.. Yes, Yes I see it now! A comical jokester to go beside Barnaby! Oh how lovely,” 

Wallys' words made no sense to you, other than a clear underlying message that you needed to escape and find the others. It was clear you were the only one with common sense and free will... 

…You just hoped you could keep it. 

Wally continued to mumble quietly to himself as he thought, you took advantage of his distraction as you tried to shuffle and see if you could reach your pockets, to no success. 

Wally snapped out of his trance almost as quickly as it appeared, his hand motioning for someone behind you to move as he spoke. 

“Ah well, that can all be settled in Due time!.. For now, We must prepare the next Scene for your arrival! Julie can assist with your Costuming!” 

You felt a familiar hand on your arm as you felt your ropes being loosened, bracing yourself to take off running Wally seemed to think of this before you had the chance to put it into action. 

His hand shoots out towards you and red threads quickly burned into your ankles making your head snap back as you bit back a groan from the pain. Your legs now felt asleep and numb, you assumed you couldn't move them. 

Looking up as your ropes fell to the ground you could see Eddie and Julie, their faces blank apart from the pained smile they had and their blank eyes looking down at you. 

“And of course, Eddie will assist in getting you there. Wouldnt want our new Neighbor running off would we?..” 

Julie nodded as she moved out of the way and let Eddie lift you up bridal style. If you weren't in the current situation, you would say being held by Eddie felt somewhat comforting. 

Eddie carried you out of the main theatre room, taking you to a small dressing room on the second floor of Sallys house before setting you down in a chair, he moved out of the way after he set you down while Julie looked through a few outfits. 

“Julie.. Eddie?.. C'mon, help me out here..” 

You tried so hard to move your legs, but they wouldn't budge. Whatever Home had used in his threading rendered them useless to your own commands. 

Eddie looked down at you, and for a split second, you could have sworn you saw an ounce of guilt in his eyes before it was gone as quickly as it came. 

Julie walked over to you with a few outfits before she moved to pick up a hairbrush and brush your hair from your face. You don't remember it getting messed up but it did come with the whole ‘kidnapped’ territory didn't it? 

A memory of Julie quickly popped into your mind. Your hand moved to grab Julies wrist before she could brush your hair as you spoke to get her full attention. 

“Julie.. Remember the Spa day you, me, and Wally had? Remember how you brushed my hair then too?..” 

Julie's hand froze as she looked at you, her smile dropping a little bit as she zoned out at the memory, if Julie's mind could just break free of Homes grasp for one moment you might be able to free yourself. 

Eddie's eyebrows creased as he moved to put a hand on Julie's shoulder to snap her out of it, but you stopped Eddie's movement as you spoke to him now. 

“Eddie. Remember when you first met me and you had to grab me to stop my Running?.. Remember how confused you were?”

Eddie's hand stayed in the air for a moment above Julie's shoulder before he let out a small, barely audible chuckle. Your spirits quickly rose as you heard Eddie speak too, 

“Ha... You.. Bumped into me.. Was late to deliver Poppys mail..” 

You felt ecstatic. Your plan was working, and it was working well. You just had to speed up the process a bit before Home noticed and tried to put a stop to it. 

“Yes!.. You both remember me.. Why are we here? How did you both get to Sallys?” 

Julies hand went relaxed and the hairbrush clattered to the ground with a resounding clatter as the swirls in her eyes slowly blended into her naturally black eyes. 

“..We were… Looking for..” 

“Y/N…”

You felt like you could cry as Eddie looked at you with small tears in his eyes, Julie looked shocked as her hand went to her mouth. 

“Y/N… Oh my god Y/N!..” 

Julie practically fell on top of you as she hugged you, you tried your best to hug her back. Eddie put a comforting hand on your shoulder since Julie was taking up all the hugging room. 

“Y/N.. Are you alright? What happened? Where we?..” 

You wiggled one of your arms out of Julies suffocating grip as she giggled in delight so you could put it over Eddies. You nodded to confirm Eddie's question, 

“Yeah... You both were under Homes… Spell? Whatever it is. You know what I'm talking about..” 

You let out an airy chuckle as you looked up at Eddie, he still looked worried but he seemed happy to see you were doing alright. 

“...Are the others alright’?..” 

You gave Eddie a sad shrug, 

“I don't know… I just woke up a few minutes ago in a theater with Wally telling me how I had to get ready for… Something?.. He sent the two of you to get my ‘costume’” 

Julies giggling must have stopped sometime during you and Eddie talking because now she pushed herself away from you finally as she spoke,

“...And by Wally you mean Home?.. Right?” 

You nodded, 

“Well, then we oughta go find ‘em... There's no tellin’ what Homes got planned..” 

You watched as Eddie and Julie took a few steps towards the door before glancing back at you, clearly confused why you weren't following, 

You let out a small chuckle, 

“Yeah well… One problem with that… I can't move my legs, Home did something with their thread things and now I can't even feel them..” 

Eddie looked worried as he walked over and carefully picked up one of your ankles, sure enough, it went completely limp after he dropped it to the floor. You really don't know what he expected to happen but it's not like you assumed he knew much about human anatomy anyways. 

“Well, that just won't do… Lemme see if I can..” 

Eddie once again picked you up, this time in a much more comforting scenario than before, and you let him. You would happily take being carried by Eddie over stumbling around any day. These puppets were like big stuffed pillows when it came to hugs and such. 

…How was he so strong though?..

“This should do until we can get those Threads outta ya!” 

You nodded and looked at Julie who was now beside you and Eddie as you all walked out of the dressing room. 

“...Thank you, Eddie” 

You mumbled quietly for only him to hear, it's not that you were shy by any means, you were just trying to be quiet in case Home could hear. 

“.. It's no problem Neighb..- Y/N,” 

Eddie corrected himself once he accidentally called you Neighbor, not that you minded being called neighbor much. If it wasn't for Home being controlling as all hell, you may even consider becoming an official neighbor here. 

…Not that you would ever admit that of course. 

Julie spoke up from the silence quietly, seeming to pick up on the fact that Home could be listening as you traversed down a hallway on the upper floor of Sallys' house. 

“..Where should we look first?” 

Eddie seemed to have an idea as he looked down the upcoming staircase, 

“...We should go back to the Theater, Y/N, You said Home was trying to do some sort of Play?..” 

You gave Eddie a confirming nod and he sighed before continuing to speak, 

“Well then, looks like that's where we gotta go. Keep yer’ eyes peeled for Frank, he knows the most about Homes threads.” 

With one final confirmation from both you and Sally, you all began walking down the stairs before taking a sharp turn and facing the broad doors of the theater she had in her home. 

You could feel Eddie take a shaky breath, and disregarding your wonder about how a puppet can breathe, you also prepared yourself for what lay ahead. 

Eddie pushed the heavy doors open, and almost as if a wire had been tripped the large lights that hung from the ceiling brightened the stage ahead. 

…And in the middle stood Wally. 

The scene that lay behind him looked to be a repurposed Romeo and Juliet set, with a large Moon in the corner that was hung with scaffolding where Sally currently lay atop of. 

Despite your concern for Sally, you focused on Wally and watched as his smile looked wider at the entrance of you and the others. 

“Ah!.. My esteemed guests have returned!.. StageHands?.. Do show them to their seats.” 

Before you could even think about his words, Eddie stumbled forward and you all turned around to see Frank and Poppy ushering Eddie, Julie, and of course, you, inside. 

The doors snapped shut as you all backed up with a resounding boom, only furthering your feelings of anxiety until you felt a few items almost fall out of your pocket. 

Your hand quickly reached to grab them before they fell. You could feel the spindle of thread and your small pair of scissors, Home didn't seem to notice them yet thankfully. 

In the commotion you tuned out Eddies panicked words that he spoke to Frank in a desperate attempt to free him from Homes control. Julie as well looked like she was about to cry as Poppy ushered her inside with a blank face, which was eerie coming from the usually happy mother hen. 

Wally spoke from the stage. 

“Haha, What a lively audience we have today!.. Now. Neighbor,” 

You could feel your wrists burning as you felt something wrap around them from the ceiling. Quickly hoisting you up from Eddie's grip as he fumbled and desperately tried to protect you from Home. His arms however were quickly restrained by Frank.

You didn't have much time to focus on the others due to the fact you were rapidly approaching the stage. Wally dropped you on the stage with a thump before he moved back two steps and bowed, his face looking serious. 

But also ecstatic. 

“I'm positively thrilled to invite you to our Neighborhood, However, I must ask.. Do you have a preferred color?..” 

You moved your hair from your eyes as you looked up from your crouched position. Your legs still not listening to your aching pleas to run. 

“What the hell are yo..- I want to go Home. To my Home.” 

You felt angry. You felt wronged. All you wanted was to go and have some fun with your friends, and now youve been caught in a different world, with a demonic house. 

Home seemed to underestimate your anger issues. 

“Well no matter, I suppose green is just as good of a color as any.. Sally!.. Could you grab the Needl-..” 

Home couldnt get out another word as you quickly grabbed the scissors from your pocket, 

And threw them at his arm. 

The room was silent apart from your panting. You felt so tired. If Home really wanted to try and forcefully make you a part of his hivemind, he would have to learn very fast just how determined humans could be when it came to free will. 

Home stared at you with wide eyes before slowly reaching to grab the scissors that lodged into his arm, pulling it out in one swift motion. Stuffing fell on the floor, and as you looked up you could see that Sally now no longer had her wide smile. 

Turning around you saw Frank and Poppy looking at Wally with a almost horrified expression. It seemed that worked to snap them out of Homes trance. 

You felt a hand on your neck before you could fully turn around. Threads quickly came from the ceiling to suspend you in the air as Home pulled back his hand, and now held a small Build-a-bear type, plush heart. 

“Nice try Neighbor.” 

You clamped your eyes shut and braced for anything. You could hear Frank and the others behind you quickly standing to try to stop Home… 

…You also heard two sets of feet rapidly approaching from one of the side wings of the stage. 

Opening your eyes you were met with the sight of Howdy landing a swift punch to Wallys' face. Sending him to the other side of the stage, the threads seemed to glitch for a moment before dropping you, Howdy was quick to catch you and help you up with his other hands. 

“Don't you dare lay a hand on them.”  ----------

RAAAH ITS FINALLY DONE.

oh my god. this chapter is by far the longest out of this whole fanfic, and rightfully so Theres so much content in this one and im so happy with how it turned out, next chapter is the conclusion you've all been waiting for

As always im on Ao3! I cant wait to write the finales for this fanfic insert devious smile

[gojoidyll]

It's Just A Little Crush

Amamiya Reiji x Reader

Warnings | grammatical errors, reader being a cringe fail, etc.

Note | n/n = nickname

Having a crush on someone like Amamiya was dangerous. He was obviously a very shady character hiding behind a flirtatious and bright personality. But what do you do? You fall for him anyway.

"I don't know what to do, Christina," you whined loudly whilst holding your head in your hands.

Christina patted your back while you cried to yourself. Your lips jutted out in a pout and your eyes filled with big crocodile tears.

"I warned you not to fall for him."

"I know," you muttered.

"I told you countless times that he will treat you like a pawn."

"I know..."

"And what do you do?"

"...fell for him..."

"Fell for who?"

You about jumped out of your skin at the smooth voice behind your ear, you blinked back the surprise though and quickly recovered when you spun around in your chair, "Amamiya Sir!"

He was technically your boss now, but you still had a bad habit of forgetting to call him sir...

"Hello, hello n/n-chan~! Now won't you tell me what you two are gossiping about? Is it some man you work with, n/n? Awww how cute! Little n/n finally has a crush on someone," he wiped away the fake tear from his eye before clasping his hands together. Sparkles immediately appearing around him as you deflated.

"So, who is it?"

He poked and prodded at you, hoping to get an answer, but you refused to budge and instead pressed your lips together, shut your eyes tight, and held your hands in your lap like a child refusing to listen to their parent.

All the while Christina made an escape, a knowing smile on their lips.

"N/n~," Amamiya whined as he sat next to you. His body too close to comfort.

"I'm not going to tell you!"

"You're not?"

"No way!"

He sighed heavily and practically hung himself over you in a defeated pout. His chest was pressed to your back, his arms hung over your shoulders and his chin rested in the crook of your neck.

If you were normal, then you know you would be kicking and squealing like some high school girl. But thanks to your experience with fighting aliens...well, you liked to think you had a good poker face when it came to stuff like this.

"And here I thought you would finally admit your little crush on me."

You froze immediately causing Amamiya to smirk.

"Gotcha."

He poked your cheek causing you to turn your head away from him.

He merely smiled at your reaction, "go to the south park down on 12th street around 7:30 tonight."

"Huh? Do I have a mission?"

"No silly, we're going on a date."

You were immediately K.O.ed

Honestly, Amamiya was going to kill you someday.

[adrian-sinnz]

I can her my wife getting pounded in the quest room

I've been procrastinating on cleaning out our spare room for some time, but Wednesday I finally got to it.

  Took me all day, but it came out great, even was able to put clean bedding, and mounted a TV.

We hadn't had a usable guest room since we got the house.

Wednesday evening I showed it to Steph, and immediately asked if her fuck buddy Mark could spend the night.

I expected 'looks good, great job babe', but I wasn't disappointed, quite the opposite actually.

I quickly felt my heart race and my dick hardened.

"Hell yeah" I replied.

They made arrangements for Sunday (yesterday).

My wife Stephanie gave the reason for the sleep over that Mark and I could get to know each other better.

I was very pleased with that, because my biggest dream and fantasy is for her to have a live in boyfriend.

I have many reasons for this that I won't go into now, but also it was merely a sleep over and I didn't want to get ahead of myself.

But, one could dream, right?

Anyways, yesterday evening Mark arrived.

He arrived still in his police uniform and a black duffle bag with the word SWAT in white letters.

"Hey bro!" I said and shook his hand.

It felt a bit awkward, but we pressed on .

Steph walked up to him and greated him with a kiss.

We showed him to the guestroom and we told him to make himself comfortable.

"If you don't mind, I could really use a shower", Mark said.

"Good idea, let's all get comfy" tiff replied.

"I'll help you get settled in" Stephanie added.

Stephanie and Mark ended up in the guest shower together, as I ended up showering alone in our shower.

I came out wearing my usual pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, while Mark came out wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Stephanie on the other hand came out wearing what was obviously one of his shirts and nothing else.

They got comfortable on the full size couch under a blanket as I put on a movie and then took the smaller loveseat.

I put on the new wolverine and deadpool movie, which neither of us had seen yet.

The lights where off so I couldn't see Mark and my wife clearly, but i could definitely see motion under the blanket.

I'm pretty sure she was stroking his dick, and he was fingering her.

I got so fucking hard I just had to pull my dick out and start stroking it.

Upon seeing my dick out, Steph went beneath the blanket and started blowing our guest.

Mark leaned his head back and closed his eyes as I watched my wife’s head bob up and down beneath the blanket.

I did all I could to hold back my load and saver the sight, while Mark busted a nut in my wife's mouth.

Afterwards, Steph walked over to me and kissed me passionately.

She managed to save a bit of his cum for me, and it was delicious.

She then bent over giving Mark a full look of her sexy fucking ass and pussy, while she wrapped her hot mouth around my throbbing cock.

Feeling her hot, wet mouth and the slight slickness of Marks cum residue, I only took a minute to erupt.

It was my first cum of the day, but I'm pretty sure it was Mark's second time since his shower with my wife.

Either way , Mark and I where feeling much more relaxed and we talked and ordered pizza.

Afterwards, since we didn't really pay attention to the movie the first time, we ended up putting it back on. 

After the movie I went to our bedroom, and my wife and Mark headed to the guestroom.

Almost immediately I hear my wife getting fucked.

I listened closely as she's getting railed in the next room. The bed squeaked and hit the wall, she moaned loud, and he grunted when he came inside her.

She returned to me in our bed, sat on my face and fed me his cum.

Eating another man's cum from my wife's pussy is better than viagra so I was rock hard for the second time. 

I plowed into my wife's pussy injecting her with powerful streams of sperm as she climaxed over and over.

After, we decided to get some sleep, because she had work the next day (today).

Last night I woke up at 2am to find the bed empty.

I heard some show playing through the walls, and it was clearly covering up the sounds of sex. I put my ear to the door and heard it clearly.

My wife moaning. The slap of skin on skin. The bed squeaking. It made me hard all over again, and I started stroking myself to the sound. I could picture it in my mind.

My wife on her knees, face in a pillow,  while Mark fucked her hard. She was trying to keep it down to not wake me up.

Instead, I was up and listening. I listened as she begged him to fuck her. I listened as he slapped her ass. I listened as he grunted and came inside her.

I went back to bed and finished myself off. Cleaned up, and pretended to fall asleep. And eventually did before she came back to bed.

When I woke this morning,  the both of them had already left to work, and i got busy cleaning up, and washed all the bedding on both beds.

Mark did leave his stuff, so I'm hoping there will be another sleep over tonight.

Ps. I did get a few calles from concerned neighbors, asking if everything was okay, because they saw a cop car parked infront of the house all night. 

(Hopefully they will see it there more)

I like Mark, and my wife obviously likes Mark. Hopefully my fantasy will eventually come true.  If not , i can still pretend.

[prettyboysinmyheart]

✩ Late night talks - Colton Dach ✩

Summary: Hunter meets Colton for the first time

Pairing: Colton Dach x Zegras!Sister

WC: 820

Notes: hope you enjoy it. This is not proofread so be aware of that! Likes, comments and reblogs are not required but greatly appreciated<3

Hunter layed in bed, her body writhing in discomfort. A nauseating feeling had come over her, making her want to cry. Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, she saw that it was 1 am. In eight hours, she would have to get up to prepare for her older brother’s NHL draft. Looking over at her brother, who was sleeping peacefully in the bed next to hers, she couldn't help but shed a few tears. She wasn't ready for him to leave. For years, he had been by her side, comforting, protecting, and supporting her. Though her parents and Griffin were there too, she preferred that everyone was together. When Trevor left for Michigan to play for the NTDP, she had cried for months and refused to leave her room. Now, he was going to be in the big leagues, where he would be even busier.

Hunter lifted the sheets off herself and slipped on her slippers. She grabbed her phone and a random sweatshirt, which happened to be Trevor’s USA hockey one. Knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep, she slipped her hotel key into her pocket and left the room to head for the elevator. She pressed the button for the lobby and leaned against the railing, crossing her arms. When the elevator door opened, she walked out slowly and explored the lobby. It was empty except for a few workers at the desk and a cute boy who appeared to be around Hunter's age. He was sitting on the couch with a sad expression on his face, dressed in a team Canada sweatshirt with black sweatpants and a backwards hat that made him look absolutely handsome.

Hunter sat down on the opposite side of the couch from him and brought her knees up to her chest. Nervously playing with the ends of her hair, she tried to think of something to say to the boy in front of her. Clearing her throat to get his attention, she finally whispered, "Are you okay?"

The boy wiped his tears with the back of his hand and sat up straight, fixing himself before nodding his head. "Yeah... are you?"

Hunter avoided looking into his soft brown eyes, but he found his way over to sit next to her anyway. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she lied.

The boy could tell she was lying by the way her hands shook and her eyes were red like she'd been crying for a while. "You're lying," he said.

"So are you," she replied.

Both teens laughed and looked around the lobby to see if anyone was around. They were happy to find only one worker who was very focused on the computer in front of them. Hunter let out a sigh. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you're upset about your brother getting drafted tonight." She waited for him to say something. His eyes shifted down to his hands as he picked at the skin on his fingernails. "My brother and I have been playing on the same team, and later tonight, that's all going to change. I'm not ready for him to leave. It's selfish, I know, but he's my best friend. He's the only one who understands me."

Hunter brought herself closer to the boy and gave him a hug. He was tense at first, but he slowly relaxed when he felt her rub his back. They held each other, and finally, she let go to see that he had shed a few tears. The pretty boy felt embarrassed to be crying in front of her, so he hid his face.

"Don't be embarrassed. I understand what you're feeling. Ever since I found out that my brother was going to be drafted, I've had this nervous feeling in my stomach that always makes me nauseous. I hate it. All I want is for it to go away. The feeling always comes back when they talk about it."

He gave Hunter a sweet smile. "Then we won't talk about it anymore, sweetheart."

---

Colton laughed as Hunter let out another yawn. She rubbed her eyes and tried her hardest to stay awake. It was 3:10 am, and they had been sitting here for about two hours, talking about school, sports, and their childhood memories. They had laughed, cried, and hugged each other so much that Hunter missed the feeling of being in his arms. There was something about it that made her feel safe, warm, and relaxed.

"You're tired, sweetheart. Why don't we start heading to our rooms? We've got a long day ahead of us."

Hunter stood up, stretched, and said her goodbyes to the boy next to her. "Wait, I didn't get your name," he said.

"It's Hunter. Yours?" she said, letting out another yawn.

"Colton. Don't forget me, sweetheart," he said, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek before heading toward the elevator.

[mysticalgardensandwich]

FEM ALIGNED PLEASE DNI!!

Promt: you (m/n) get home from school and because price adopted you when you get home it's at the base. One day school was just not it for you so you came home pissed and the team comforts you

M/n pov

I was about ready to generally kill someone, people and teachers all day have been yelling at me and looking at me weird, I have no fucking idea why but they are and it's annoying. I sit down on my bus not wanting anyone from the team pick me up today "hey you!" I sigh and turn to the group of people behind me "what" I don't want to talk to anymore people than I already have to so finding out what these people want will hopefully make them the last people I need to speak to. "Is it true that you got adopted by a military team?" Confused I nodded "yeah the captain was allowed to legally adopt me" they all started to giggle and laugh, rolling my eyes I turned back around and watched as the bus drove by place by place "are you sure they won't use you as an experiment, stupid lab rat, how did they even find you" I stayed quite and looking at them at all. It was finally my stop about a few minutes away from the actual base "go have fun doing tests LAB RAT!" I started walking kicking a rock as I don't not bothered to look up at all.

When I get to base the first person to greet me like normal is Ghost, or as I call him Si because well, we are close, duh wtf, anyways. I look and ghost and I think he can tell im not in a good mood, this was proven even more as I bumped into him not bothered to even apologize or help him up because he didn't expect it from me he ended up falling. I was walking to my room any recruits that was by me moved out the way.

Ghost pov

I didn't expect to be pushed into the ground today but I guess I should have been because m/n just stormed off "what's wrong with the lad?" I dusted my pants and turned back to soap who had asked the question "I don't know. Definitely something with school though" suddenly a newer recruit came up to us in a slight panic "Is l/n ok?? He's crying in his room and-" (btw l/n means last name if you didnt know💀) I felt worry bubble up inside worried for what he might have done to himself by now or what had happened while at school

Nobody pov

"we will go check on him" Soap and Ghost both shared a look before they went to go get Gaz and Price to check up on you, they all got to your room to hear you break something that sounded like glass so price's fatherly instincts kicked in and he opened the door and went to make sure you are ok but when he got close and you backed away teary eyed it made him pause "it's ok, can I make sure you didn't hurt yourself?" You shook your head and grabbed the closest item to you which was a a hard cover book "don't get close. Get out. Leave me alone." The hurt look in all of their eyes was unreal, price shook his head "we cant leave you alone. Your throwing stuff and you might get seriously hurt" you started to cry even more "m/n please. We can help with whatever feelings you might have right now" you continued to not let them near you.

"JUST GET OUT. I'M NOT YOUR LAB RAT. GET. OUT. I WON'T LET YOU NEAR ME, YOUR JUST GOING TO USE ME FOR EXPERIMENTING" you threw the book and started to scream at them all to get out. So they listened for once and stepped out the room in shock by what you had said "does he..... Does he think we are using him as an experiment.... Oh god.... What did-" they all sat outside your room listening to you cry and mumble stuff they couldn't make out into sentences, finally your door slowly started to open a bit and there was a hushed whisper "um...hey pa...can you... Can um... Help me... I cut my hand on the pot I broke....if you don't that's fine it's just.... It hur-" price instantly opened his pocket and came towards your door "of course I'll help you buddy, that's what I'm here for isn't it? To help people. Especially my son" slowly the door fully opened and you showed price the cut on the palm of your hand and he took the bandages along with some alcohol wipes "it's going to burn" he then started to clean it while you sucked in a breath from the pain "and there we go. It should be good in a few days maybe a week or so" you nodded and looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry.. For.. My lash out... If you want to make me clean around the base or help clean up after practice and stuff I will....i'd understand if you even wanted to ma-" there was a little bit of laughter and you look at them confused "you did nothing wrong and I won't make you clean up anywhere. Other than your room. But you were simply trying to deal with emotions which is difficult when you are young. We weren't and aren't mad at all. We were just worried about you" he opened his arms and you hugged him tightly tears spilling over again

(Time skip to dinner time)

You were allowed to have your phone out during dinner sometimes and because of what had happened a few hours ago they let you have it out while eating, you were clearly texting a very long and thought out text to whom the team had no idea who "not to introduce bud but who are you texting? That's a long time you've been texting and you haven't stopped" you stopped and looked up confused "oh my friend who lives in Florida" (idk my bff lives there so I'm baseing it off of that 😭😭 btw I have no idea if the base is in the US or in the UK bc yk.....ghost price and gaz and British.. So.... Don't murder me😭) they all were happy you have someone other than them to talk to but they were also confused on what was so important or interesting to type that long "aboutttt.... What exactly..." You looked at your phone typeing a few things before pressing send then turning your phone towards them Ghost taking it carefully "it's long so while you read that I'mma finish eating" they all nodded and surrounded Ghost to read the conversation

(Blue crayon eater is your bff btw and u/n is your username)

🌈blue crayon eater🌈: hey how have you been?

U/n: not that good to be honest, eating dinner rn but they let me have my phone so here I am

🌈Blue crayon eater🌈: you wanna vent to me about it?

U/n: as long as it's ok with you then yeah that would be nice

🌈Blue crayon eater🌈: ofc you can talk to me, send as long of a text as your want and I'll still read it

U/n: thanks dude, give me a bit I'm going to type a bunch now 💀

🌈blue crayon eater🌈: ok 👍

U/n: so today on the bus a group of kids asked me if it was true that I was adopted by Price and the team and when I told them that I was they all laughed and called me a lab rat and it hate me feel fucking terrible but I also know that they don't know about how my parents literally left me in the middle of a building that they knew damn well was going to be attacked and that if it wasn't for Soap finding me while making sure all enemy's were gone and taking me out of that shit hole before it got blown up. To make matters even worse this practically destroyed my confidence to ask the team and Laswell If they would even show for bring a hero to lunch but now I feel like they are to busy or wouldn't care to show up for me, I just wish that kids werent such shit and that the team isn't mad at me for getting angry

🌈Blues crayon eater🌈: Maybe talk to them about it? I'm sure that they would make sure that they can show up for it, they love you and if they didn't love you then they wouldn't have saved you or comforted you when they broke down today

You were looking at you food not bothering to look up at the team scared of what they would say "I can ask Laswell if we are free tomorrow, we should be because from what I remember we have nothing going on" you nodded still not looking up "and we were never mad at you, also if would would like we can talk to the school about those kids" you smiled and nodded looking up at them now "thank you guys, I love you so much" you got your phone back and said thanks to you friend then told them you were going to finish eating.

(Time skip to the lunch thingy)

You were in your science class when the teacher got a call and obviously had to pick up the phone, what confused you was when it was the office calling you down so you get a pass leave your stuff and start walking to the office to see what they need from you or who's here for you. What you didn't expect was the team (still in gear and looking absolutely terrifying) and Laswell "what are you guys doing here? Don't you have work or something of the sorts?" Laswell shook her head "nope, I cleared our schedule for today and now we're are going to be here for lunch with you and we told the office about the kids and they said it's fine for us to be in the back of classes to make sure nobody trys anything" you smiled and hugged her "thank you so much"

When it came time for lunch the team had brought you your favorite food so you all sat at your normal lunch table ignoreing all the looks and the people talking "did you all purposely show up in gear or??" They all smiled and shook their heads "laswell honestly just told us to get into the car and that we are going to be at your school" you laugh and continue to eat. Everyone decided it would be nice to go outside and walk around chatting and enjoying the company, this was until the same kids that had called you a lab rat had seen you with the team and walked up to you all laughing making to uncomfortable and your mood change which the team took notice of instantly "hey m/n are these the people you mentioned?" You nod slightly "nice to meet you I'm a friend of his" you feel Simon get closer to you by the look on the groups faces "wow you mask is so cool! Why do you wear it? Insecu-" "you shouldn't ask that...its private and personal information you-" you were cut off by a slap to the face "nobody was talking to you Faggot" (I'M GAY I CAN SAY THIS BTW DON'T GET MAD!!) your eyes went wide as you felt the burning hot flesh, suddenly you we pulled back and behind the team laswell making sure you were ok "don't you ever, and I mean EVER lay a single finger on my son" you had tears in your eyes and your legs felt weak making you fall to the ground laswell making sure you didn't fall to hard "hey, hey, m/n are you alright?" You saw one of the teachers start to walk over to you and price looked at her "what happened here?" Prince looked at the kid and then back at the teacher "this kid hit my son and called him a slur in a hurtful way, this kid and his friend group has also called my son a lab rat just because he was adopted by a military team" the teacher yelled at the kid and their group making them go to the principles office.

Meanwhile laswell was still trying to calm you down, the team turned and saw your current state and all went to comfort you "hey hey, m/n, breathe, take deep breaths" Price started to do breathing exercises while everyone else whispered quite encouraging words.

I GAVE UP AT THE END I RAN OUTTA IDEAS 😭🙏🙏. I ALSO DIDN'T EXPECT THIS TO BE THIS LONG BRUH. anways-

[violetmuses]

Part 2 of a request! - Part I ❤️‍🩹

@thomasrunner @nelo0wesker 🏷

Despite hiding around the world for quite a while, criminal Armando Aretas finally returned to Miami and would learn this brand-new chapter of life. 

To cut his grounded time in prison, Aretas would even continue working through the Miami Police Department and officially joined AMMO's squad.

No more running.

______

Staying with Detective Mike Lowrey until further notice, Armando pulled together and headed down for breakfast, not rushing to the precinct. 

“Morning, man.” Mike still wanted to greet Aretas without pushing boundaries. Their estranged relationship proved cordial at best  now. 

“What's up?” Armando offered slightly accented English before sitting down at the kitchen table. 

“Good morning, Armando.” Mike's wife Christine, a physical therapist, smiled. 

“Hey.” Armando nodded, still not comfortable enough to grin back. 

Christine also helped Mike heal throughout the shooting recovery that took place years ago. 

“Listen, we'll eat first and just get outta here, all right?” Mike spoke up. “Don't wanna be late.” 

“Kay. Who made the coffee, though?” Aretas glanced toward Mike and Christine for a second. 

“Me.” Mike joyfully confirmed. Even Christine laughed while Armando finished the meal. 

*****

“Don't worry about Marcus. I got you.” Mike almost whispered near Armando after driving the classic Porsche to work. 

Before Lowrey and Aretas could even walk inside, one voice called out. 

“Aw, Mike! Why didn't you tell me?” Sniffing through dramatic tears, Mike's longtime partner and best friend Marcus Burnett reached the curb. 

“Please stop crying, Marcus.” Mike shook his head while exiting that car. 

Embarrassed, Armando nearly shrunk in the passenger seat to hide and even veiled further by wearing Mike's sunglasses. 

“Armando dressed like you, too.” Marcus continued anyway. “Look at the gun holsters placed on his back, Mike.” 

“Stop.” Mike repeated himself while entering the precinct with Aretas and Burnett. 

_______

To make this return even more unsettling, Armando noticed that fellow law enforcement officials and other staff members wouldn't talk. 

The building neatly turned silent when everyone recognized Aretas. 

Even AMMO weapons expert Kelly and tech genius Dorn looked elsewhere. 

“What the hell’s wrong with everybody?” Marcus Burnett spoke up this time. 

“Marcus….” Mike Lowrey warns his best friend for the umpteenth occasion. 

“No, Mike. Listen, y'all. Stop tripping for five minutes, all right?” Marcus quickly defended Armando. “Focus on the job because Armando's not leaving anytime soon. You can't give up normal things just because he showed up either. He's part of our team like everybody else.”

Voices responded in all directions until Captain Rita Secada entered the precinct and headed toward that briefing room. Everyone else trailed.

_______

“We'll need all hands on deck regarding this new assignment.” Rita explained details while standing behind this podium. “Look for the witness described on screen.” 

Once Rita offered this large-scale viewpoint of that witness, Armando, Mike, and Marcus nearly froze. 

 You centered this case. 

*****

Shortly after that briefing concluded, everyone braced themselves for your arrival. Different officers would bring you to the police station. 

“Who does she want in there?” Armando offered the important point over your questioning. 

“Marcus and I have a much better chance of talking to her, man. I'm sorry.” Mike would never forget how you “woke up” after nearly drowning that day. 

“You're right. I'll wait.” Aretas nodded and walked toward his desk for the day. 

Mike and Marcus know exactly what happens next. Aretas could outright trigger your escape from this station. 

_______

“I know that you're scared right now, but we won't hurt you.” Mike repeated his vow from the wilderness as you sat in this horribly gray room. 

“He was looking for me.” You speak with Detective Mike Lowrey, otherwise there's no chance that you'll ground this case for yourself. 

“Who?” Mike sits up. 

“McGrath.” You reveal. 

“James McGrath is dead.” Mike answered. “We shut down his operation recently.” 

“I know. McGarth took me hostage right before Captain Howard was framed.” You exposed brand-new information. 

Mike's heart dropped and Marcus stood flabbergasted in the corner. 

“Hostage…” Mike Lowrey whispered. 

“Yes.” Your statement confirms the truth with each passing moment. 

Your fear. Running away from strangers. Not trusting anyone. On and on. 

“What do you need?” Mike asked, gently trying to ease the situation. 

“There's nothing else to do because McGarth is already dead at this point.” You shake your head, looking down. “Can I ask you something though, Detective?”

“Of course.” Mike locked eye contact with you for a reason and even stepped closer. 

“What happened to that criminal?” You bring up the question that plagued thoughts ever since you run in those woods. 

Shit! Mike silently acknowledged that you remembered Armando. 

“It's a long story…” Mike struggled to answer your question. 

“Is he still on the run?” You whispered over rumors from different places. 

“No.” Mike began. “The department will give Armando another chance, but you're not in danger. I promise.” 

“Armando?” You grounded the criminal's name this time. “Why…” 

You trailed off because Detective Lowrey spoke up again. 

“He's my son…” Mike cleared his throat and handed reality straight toward you. 

“Your son?” You can't believe how invisible cobwebs  tangled this place. 

One of the most well-known professionals in Miami fathered someone who lurked with darkness. 

“We didn't bring him for questions with you, but his name is Armando Aretas.” Mike continued speaking. 

Realization slapped you in the face! 

“Armando Aretas, the drug dealer?!” You shouted, almost leaving this chair. Even your voice resounded. 

“I knew she would react, Mike.” Marcus grumbled from the corner. 

“Shut up the fuck and help me!” Mike tried catching up with you, but failed. 

Within  seconds, you kicked that door open and found one of the back exits, immediately heading outside.  

“Shit!” Marcus finally realized the mistake of arguing. 

“I need backup! The witness has escaped our building. All units: respond to the situation immediately!” Demanding communication, Mike ran down this street. 

“She's not a fucking dog, Mike! What the hell are you doing?” Marcus shouted back and defended your reaction. 

Ignoring Marcus, Mike continued racing down while members of the AMMO squad emerged. 

“Armando, stay here!” Marcus noted Aretas over you just in time. “She escaped the building.” 

“No!” Armando refused to hide once more because anything could happen near you. Even sirens began wailing in the distance. “If she's mad, I'll deal with it.” 

On instinct, Armando races outside, leaving Marcus in the dirt. 

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“Nobody's safe!” You glance over your shoulder while bolting and realize that officers have caught up with you. “Get Aretas out of the damn building or I'm not talking again.”

“Armando won't hurt you.” Mike acknowledges you first. 

“Prove it, Mike!” You rasped, pissed off and worried at the same time. 

Moments later, Armando emerged and stepped toward you in broad daylight, not holding weapons. 

“Just tell us what happened.” Armando wouldn't stop looking at you. 

Even Mike and Marcus turned silent, waiting for the next plan here. 

“Stand down.” You took charge for once. “I can't explain everything in public.” 

Deal. Armando thought. 

******

Police tape riddled the scene while you joined Mike Lowrey's Porsche. 

While you became Mike's passenger instead, Armando crammed the back seat to dodge your glare. 

“My wife knows what happened.” Mike grounded this plan to settle everything in his home. 

“Thanks.” You nodded when adrenaline stopped for good. 

******

Parking at the house, Mike greeted Christine and stepped back, letting everyone enter. 

Once Mike locked doors and food set around this table, questioning resumes without Marcus Burnett. 

“What happened just before you were kidnapped?” Mike asked. 

“It was my birthday that night.” You remembered. “Right as I'm leaving the club, McGarth cornered me.” 

“South Beach.” Mike shook his head, already painting thoughts and images. 

“Scars?” Armando refuses to eat anything until you finish the story. 

“No physical assault. McGrath didn't hurt me, but his goons patrolled.” You don't express more. 

“How long were you there?” Armando nearly whispered. 

“I don't even know.” You almost struggled. “No lights in the room.” 

“How did you escape?” Aretas pulled this big-time question to score that previous tragedy in the water. 

“Tricked someone to help me with restraints.” You answered. “By the time McGarth hijacked your federal transport, I tried swimming away.” 

Flashbacks pulled right away and Armando's heart shattered. 

Aretas realized that McGarth controlled your every move until this point and reaching that unknown water should've marked freedom. 

You would rather die just to escape hell.

[arrowheadedbitch]

Okay, okay, you know that pic someone made of you au where Tim is catatonic from underuse of his powers?

Can I gift you a drabble that I got inspired writing? Because I wrote this while I was at work and I need to share it with you!!! I had a random spike of inspiration 🤣🤣🤣

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You know, Tim is usually careful about these things - using his powers for a few minutes a day to avoid random visions from entering his mind.

Right now, though, he could feel the pull of multiverses asking for his attention.

Is this his fault? Yes. But is he going to accept that it's his fault that he focused on solving cases instead of taking care of his overall wellbeing? OF COURSE NOT!!! He'd blame the multiverse, because the multiverse won't leave him alone.

It's probably the cape. Chicks and the multiverse digs the cape TOO MUCH, apparently. Or his hair.

Anyways.

There is painful cold and heat behind his eyes, and finally, the multiverse greets him with potential outcomes of what's to come in the next few days.

It was at this wonderful moment that Jason Todd walked in, stretching his arms and loudly yawning. He does this just to be purposefully annoying to whoever is in the room. If it were Bruce, even better!!

When he sees the back of one Tim Drake, he snickers loudly and greets as loud as possible, "Hey, Timmy!!"

No reaction.

Huh.

Well, that won't discourage our resident zombie-man! So, he comes closer, clasps a hand over Tim's shoulder and gives a mock-offended look. "Yo, Pretender, you fall asleep aga-"

He cut himself off.

He cut himself off because Tim, the Pretender, his brother, is emotionlessly staring into space with lazarus green eyes.

It's been months since he's felt the pit's influence, but he could feel it roar within him when he puts piece after piece together of what could have happened to Tim.

Tim had died.

Tim had been brought back to life.

And the effects on Tim is different from Jason.

Where Jason was Catatonic first before being dunked, Tim seemed to have been brought back to life first before experiencing the catatonia.

But just in case.

"Hey, Tim, can you hear me?" Jason tapped lightly on Tim's cheeks. No reaction, not even a blink. Tim just stayed still.

He could hear and feel his own heart beating loudly in his chest as he shakes Tim's shoulder, asking him to snap out of it, but to no avail.

But it seems Jason shouldn't have shook Tim because his brother's body no longer wanted to stay upright. He guided Tim's torso towards himself, gently placing Tim's head to his shoulder. Then, he sat both of them down.

Once the two of them were seated, Jason brought out his phone and emergency called Dick.

He didn't even realize his own heavy breathing.

Dick answered.

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And that's about it!! I had the rest of my break imagining Dick arriving and seeing Jason and Tim. The two of them taking care of Tim the next few days. The first day just the two of them, but affter the second day, the rest of the batfam gets involved.

I imagined Bruce breaking down but doing his best to guide Tim around the manor, Jason trying and failing to call to Tim's consciousness (little did he know that it actually did work in helping Tim navigate in getting back), Dick doing everything he could in keeping the family together, Damian taking over WE and learning to fear Tam and the conflict between PR vs HR, Damian trying to help Jason as well in calling to Tim's consciousness so that Tim could think of a faster way to do paperwork (also because he misses his big bro but you can't prove anything!!!!!), Steph trying to help and comfort Damian and keep the kid company, and Cass not liking at all how she couldn't read anything about Tim at the moment.

It takes a whole week, but as Alfred changed Tim's IV, Tim slowly regains consciousness and feels the full force of a headache, which also causes a nosebleed, which also causes panic to happen around the cave, which causes Tim to pass out again.

This time, it takes him 2 whole days to recover, with little glimpses of the future (this time they're much nicer and full of family wholesome fluff), and wakes up to Jason reading out loud the biography of Peter B. Parker, The Greatest Bioengineer of the Century.

He says, rasping, "Oh. It's Spider-man."

No one knows who the fuck Spider-man is but they were all so happy Tim was back, they asked question after question when he died and came back to life. Dick was a bit more reserved about it, having an inkling of when it could be.

Tim frowned at them and said, "I didn't die."

And they all think, 'Oh no. He either doesn't know, or the trauma is so great he doesn't remember it.'

And that's what happened in my mind after encountering your AU! 🤣 I'm pretty sure you have your own twist and interpretations of this, and I am still going to explore more of your AU, because admittedly, I just encountered some of your incorrect quotes and that one pic. I think I'll read your fic when I get the time. BUT YOUR AU IS TAKING OVER MY BRAIN. IT'S LIVING RENT-FREE IN IT!!! I LOVE YOUR AU!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Oh thank you! This is so nice!!!

@the-tired-ish-rat absolutely needs to see this! (It's about their headcanon after all)

I love your interpretation and am so glad you enjoy my au!!!!!!

And here's @the-tired-ish-rat 's drawing that inspired you!

[fairykukla]

I was up way too late last night working on stuff for the doll meet, and didn't really get good rest. I did eventually fall asleep, and had the most bizarre stress dream:

(Warning! Mention of fictional child injury.)

In the dream, I was given the care of this strange little child with severe special needs. As in, he was very floppy and had bones sticking out of the back of his neck. I was told, "Be careful of his head." Now, I've been handed kids most of my life. I've been babysitting since I was about 10 years old. I *know* how to hold a child.

But this kid was very strangely floppy, as I mentioned. If I took my eyes off him for a second, he would flop backwards dramatically. I caught him at first, and kept trying to find ways to hold him so he was comfortable and couldn't flop.

He did it anyway, and would then clunk his head against something and cry. He didn't talk but did make noises.

I went back to the person who asked me to hold him, explaining that I couldn't keep him from banging his head on things. They didn't seem concerned, and gave me a kind of, "You did your best. He does that," reaction.

So I'm going about my business with Floppy the Bone Child in my arms. Finally I sat on the floor, figuring I could set him down and he at least wouldn't wiggle free and fall. The first thing he did was fling himself backwards. I won't describe it, only that my brain provided me with a... messy scene.

I was horrified and upset and rocketed awake.

What the actual fuck.

Now, the things stressing me out included money issues, dealing with a stressful day with my mom the following day, and doll-related stuff. It's possible that the child in the dream represented a strung doll gone floppy, which is something BJDs do; they seem like they're going to hold their pose and then will unceremoniously flop over and crack their resin face or head on something.

The person handing the kid off to me is someone without kids of their own in real life. I had a vague impression that the kid was a nephew or something. More importantly, they were not acting in character for real life at all. It's someone who has trusted me with complicated and precious items and tasks, and absolutely would trust me with a child, but would never saddle me with a situation like this.

(shudder)

For my own purposes of documentation, I will put the details below a cut.

Here are gory details:

Child had a misshapen body, head, and neck. His head was asymmetrical and elongated. There were vertebra sticking through the skin of his neck and maybe the back of his head(?) and they were lace-like and fragile. When he would bonk his head it made a sickening crunch and crack and he would gurgle a distressed noise and his eyes would roll back. So I know it wasn't "nothing" for him to hit his head.

The final blow knocked his head off his shoulders, and something that looked like stew dribbled out of his neck. It wasn't blood, it was almost a porridge and it was a light tan color. His head was not actually attached anymore. He was clearly dead, but I didn't see any blood. I was freaking out in the dream but no one else was concerned.

This damn dream has been hanging on me ever since. That poor kid.

[maxislvt]

Home For The Holidays

Summary: Christmas can bring anyone together if you try hard enough

Warnings: None because this is gay

A/N: More so bonding with the boys than anything this one but I love this family dynamic so much. If you complain, you are ableist and hat autistic people!!! (kidding)

Event Masterlist

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Holiday cheer was important for Wanda. Especially when it was her turn to watch over boys, Christmas this year had been met with an odd bump in the road. Wanda had a new partner and this was the first holiday you'd actually have to spend with the kids. A few hours or in passing was fine, but Wanda had yet to learn how well you'd do with them the entire break. Wanda spent weeks trying to find something you and her boys had in common. After enough snooping and nervousness, she settled on a simple advent calendar. Sure it was a bit childish, but Wanda was at the end of her rope.

When she placed the calendar on the dinner table, there wasn't as much immediate excitement as she wanted. The embarrassment had almost completely taken over before she could even explain herself. "I mean, we don't have to do it if you don't want to. I just thought it'd be something nice to do…" Your partner began to fidget and doubt quickly fell over her face. "You know, as a…family."

A lightbulb immediately went off over your head. "Oh, babe, of course, we'll do this! Right?" You subtly tried looking over to the boys for confirmation that they'd at least play alone. Instead, you got something much better. Two sets of eyes were wide and bubbling with excitement underneath them. "This thing is huge! There's no way we won't have fun with it."

Tommy nodded along. "Yeah, that's at least enough Legos to last two weeks!" He reached for the box only to have his mother snatch it away."I won't build them all by myself! I know how to share Legos now!"

Billy practically threw himself over the table to reach the box. "Yeah, we promise to be fair!" His little hands wiggled and made grabby hands at the box. "No one's gonna be left out, we promise!"

Wanda shook her head. The gitters finally faded and she realized she had bigger issues. Her children were horribly impatient. "No, we'll open it one box at a time until Christmas. Then you guys can put these wherever you want on Christmas day." She laughed at the disappointed groans from the three of you. "It's only 24 days, that's better than the new year's one."

You cleared your throat and sat upright. "Your mom's right. It's more satisfying if you do it the right way. Despite your attempts at seeming like a responsible, well-rounded adult, you were clearly just as unhinged about the calendar as the boys were. "The excitement of a new set will last you all day anyways."

The boys looked at each other and simply shook their heads.

The days until Christmas ticked by and you and the twins were having an incredibly difficult time practicing self-control. Every day without fail, you or the twins would be caught staring too long for Wanda's comfort and be pulled away from the calendar before you ruined the Christmas spirit.

It only lasted a week before the twins gave up and ran to you with a plan that would surely get you nothing but coal for Christmas. You tried deterring them and their sticky fingers. However, you were easily swayed. Partly because you were just as impatient as the boys, but because you got something much more important in the process.

The twins were opening up to you. They led you to a room filled with Lego sets and books of all kinds.

"Holy sh- crap. How long did it take you guys to put all these together?" You looked down at the Lego city in awe. Trains, buses, and all kinds of shops. Almost all the space on the base plate had been taken up. "Wow, this really is something, but why do you want to break into the calendar if you have all this stuff ?"

"Because we don't have any people," Tommy exasperated. He grabbed your hand and pointed to all the small chairs and seats in cars with no tiny brick people to occupy them. "It's like a ghost town, but we know all the people are in the box!"

Billy nodded. "Even if there isn't, they'll be cool Christmas decorations and that'll make it look less dead!" The boy grabbed your other hand and hovered over their miniature city with you. "We can just open them to plan and sneak them back in every day! Mom wouldn't even notice if we're quiet."

You scratched the back of your head. Wanda would probably kill you for encouraging such naughty behavior, but bonding with your stepkids was important. "Alright I'm in, but not tonight. We have dinner with your uncle and he's really bad at hiding stuff from your mom."

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The next night, the plan had gone into motion. Once your beloved partner had fallen asleep, you snuck out the bed and woke up the boys as gently as you could. Billy hadn't even fallen asleep, but Tommy was like a rock at the bottom of the ocean. After enough poking and shaking, he'd awoken and the rest of your plan went smoothly.

You three tiptoed past Wanda's room and down the stairs where your treasure awaited.

"Okay, we're just going to look so we can figure out where you guys are gonna put everything." That sentiment had lasted all of a minute after you opened the first box of the night. "Awe, it's a little Christmas tree and a lumberjack!" Without even thinking, you opened the plastic packaging and began putting it together. The boys couldn't stop themselves either.

The entire calendar had been completed without noticing. It had started a Lego frenzy almost. Instead of feeling regret for your lack of self-control, you just kept going. The twins had given life to their Lego city, but the work was far from over.

"You can help us build the train we got last week! Dad gave it to us as an early Christmas gift." Billy opened a drawer. "We kinda already started it, but we didn't think you'd wanna help."

"Dude, are you kidding me? I'd love to help with this!" Your excited shout was quickly followed by a knock on the door frame.

"Well, too bad you'll be in the naughty list jail for the rest of the year," Wanda's raspy morning voice filled the room and marked the end of your Christmas heist. "You boys better get snuggled in bed before I call back up!" She pointed at her children who quickly ran off to their rooms to avoid her Christmas-themed wrath. "I expected this from them, but you? Really?"

You turned back around with a nervous smile on your face. "At least we're bonding?" You held up a piece of the train you were working on, hoping it would lessen your jail sentence. "They're even letting me help, it was a necessary misbehavior!"

Wanda sighed and crossed her arms. "Get in bed and then I'll think about reducing your sentence." Her voice was stern, but the smile on her face showed how happy she was.

You smiled and kissed her cheek. "Fine, just don't make me shovel the driveway alone, again."