#He always checks up on me when I stub my toe or am crying over a story I'm reading

[thegreenleavesofspring]

My four-year-old - who has already beaten the game about a hundred times - is playing Mario Odyssey. Just came up on the defeated dragon and asked "Is Dragon okay?"

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello, could i please get a matchup for Demon Slayer & Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood? I hope you're well rested and hydrated <3 Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Panromantic Grey-Sexual

Zodiac/MBTI: Taurus & INFP

Appearance: I'm pretty average or short at 165cm (5'4), I'm hispanic with tanned skin and dark brown eyes. My hair is a wolfcut that goes to my shoulders and is typically 'spiked up' or sticks out on the sides with bangs. I have glasses :D (blind as a bat)

Personality: I'm a strong ambivert lol, when I'm around more extroverted people I am dead silent unless I am familiar with them. But around more introverted people, suddenly, I s p e a k. I'm blunt, preferring to be straightforward and honest with people. I like to think I'm observant and I try to help others whenever I can, having *too much* patience at times. I have a very bad memory though and am always writing things down in fear I'll forget. I'm,,,unfortunately very easy to tears? its a little weird to explain but if i like bump into something, tears will automatically spring up, its a physical response more than anything emotional

Likes: Helping (genuinely it just is nice to see others feel more at ease), giving massages (i love cracking my fingers and am very flexible), cats (any animals really but cats are my favorite), people watching (i like to study expressions and their lil habits) taking care of others (i am the silent, mom friend who carries bandaids and extra water with me for you) Knives (i have a lovely little switchblade collection :D)

Dislikes: Idiocy/Ignorance (not like dumb people but people who genuinely don't try to understand or put in any effort into it), The cold (im very sensitive to it and will always wear longsleeves)

Hobbies: Writing, Reading, Drawing, People Watching (if that counts), Stretching/Doing Yoga (its good for your spine and posture)

thank you <3

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

No matter how much your introverted side shows, you'll still be more outgoing than Giyu! Normally, he hates it when people try to get him to socialize but when it's you, somehow he doesn't mind.

Appreciates you observant and patient nature. He's already got to deal with people like Zenitsu and Inosuke, you're a nice change of pace.

The first few times you started to cry seemingly out of nowhere, Giyu was quick to panic. He hates seeing you cry and wants to fix whatever's causing your tears.

Now, he knows it's more of a physical reaction than an emotional one but he'll still check on you to make sure it's nothing more than just stubbing your toe.

I see Giyu as a cat person as well, so he'd love to go to cat cafes (in a modern au) or just go for walks and try to find some random cats around the town.

Would try yoga with you. He's not sure whether he likes it or not, but until he decided, he'll continue to join you.

But Giyu's favourite thing to do with you is relax while you read to him. He doesn't care what you read; he's usually asleep before you get more than a few pages in.

Giyu is naturally more of a "mom friend" as well, but his personality and initially cold disposition hides it well. The fact that you're more openly a mom friend draws him out of his shell a bit more.

Touch starved! Please ask him for hugs to help you warm up. Just the blush from his face will make you feel warmer.

In Fullmetal Alchemist, I match you with...

You and Alphonse are so similar in so many ways and that makes him your perfect match!

First off, you're both cat people. Whenever he's hiding a cat in his armor, he'll wait until Ed's asleep before beckoning you over and lifting the cat out so you can both lavish it with love.

Definitely a "mom friend". I headcannon Al as someone who would take advantage of his armor and carry supplies in there.

Whether those supplies are bandages, food, extra water, or fabric for when Ed ultimately destroys his coat again, you can usually find whatever you need in Al's armor.

Al feels sorry he doesn't have his normal body because he can't warm you up with hugs. His armor's very cold so he usually tries to stay a bit away from you when you're especially cold. He doesn't want to make you any colder.

Another one who will worry when you start crying. Like Giyu he's more used to it now but he'll still check. The last thing he wants is for you to start crying because of an emotional reason (or genuine pain) and he brushes it off as just your physical response.

Al would love people watching with you. He's not the most inconspicuous person though so people are often watching you guys as well.

Would feel honoured if you show him your writing. Always gives you the nicest compliments about your writing and gives you really good feedback on how you can improve your writing.

[playedcrowd5610]

Resurrected? -Chapter 6

he team is on a routine mission when Phantom gets blasted by one of the goons wielding experimental tech. Unable to keep his ghost form intact he transforms back into his human form. Causing the rest of his teammates to think the beam had somehow brought him back to life!

The team starts to try to protect Danny and make sure he doesn’t die again, always checking around every corner for a possible threat. How long will he last?

Wattpad: Here.      FF: Here.      Ao3:  Here.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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OH MY GOSH, GUYS, @2000dragonarmy made this amazing fanart of Conner and annoyed Danny.

I love it so much!<3 I almost fell off my chair when I saw it, It is so amazing thank you!  You guys should check them out XD

Fanart <3

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The Mall, a place where teens hang out on a daily basis. They go shopping, hang out with their friends, and eat food at the food court. And also apparently a place where Danny needs to be shown the joys of the human world so he doesn't kill himself again, or something. Why the place of the peak of humanity is a mall Danny would have no idea.

Danny glances around at the team surrounding him as they walk towards the only mall in Happy Harbor. Conner had put him down a little after Danny's second escape attempt. He keeps carrying him around like a little kitten and it is getting on Danny's nerves.

And now it seems like they have made a protective barrier around him. Some on the sides, behind, and in front of him. Whether it was on purpose or not, it was getting really annoying.

He is not some child! Even if all the other ghosts call him that. Honestly, he is very responsible for his two-years-dead age. He has been able to fight some of the most powerful beings in the zone and won, on multiple occasions!

Others say he could probably beat Superman if he tried. But nooooooooo, his very fragile human body can keel over at any minute. For crying out loud half of this team is human! Or at the very least close to the fact. He rolled his eyes.

He just needs to figure something out. Maybe he could convince one of the ghosts to come over and 'kill' him or something. (not really, but they could make it look real enough). And he is sure there would be a bunch who would be happy to do it. But he doesn't want to traumatize his new friends and team by having him murdered in front of them.

He still doesn't even know if he could transform at this point. He is pretty sure he can, he could feel his core thrumming angrily in his chest at the prospect of being protected and not being the protector. But he still needs to check, just to be sure.

He still feels very weak after that blast, and it doesn't seem normal. Now he just needs to get away from his babysitters for one minute. That's if he could get past an entire SUPER HERO TEAM that is guarding him right now from stubbing his toe.

There was a blur next to him and an arm wrapped around his shoulders. "Come on stop moping around Phantom," Wally said.

"What am I supposed to do? I feel like you guys would get creeped out if I walked around with a bright smile on my face at this point." Danny raised an eyebrow at the speedster.

Artemis bumped his shoulder. "Come on, we are just going to hang out like we normally do, only this time it's at a mall instead of a cave."

"A very homey cave!" Megan butted in, a cheery smile on her face. "And I have only managed to convince Conner to come to the mall with me once before, so this is going to be great. And we can get you some new clothes too!"

Danny grimaced. "I'm wearing clothes already, why do I need new ones?"

"That's the same thing Conner always says." Megan pouted. "You only wore black and white before, and the clothes you are wearing don't match your eyes now. The red doesn't work."

Danny looked down at the clothes he was wearing, it was normal for his human form. His red and white T-shirt and his dark blue jeans. He raised his eyebrow up at the Martian. "But red's my favorite colour."

Robin perked up. "I thought you said it was blue?"

Danny shrugged. "It changes."

"Come on Phantom, Please just let me pick out oneeeee outfit. Only one, I promise." Megan pleaded. Danny looked at her eyes which was a mistake. How were they so big? Probably using a bit of shape-shifting or something. She probably learned the begging tactic from Wally asking for cookies.

"Fine, okay. Just one."

Wally leaned over to him clapping his hand on his shoulder. "Rest in peace man."

Danny grumbled. "That was supposed to be the plan."

Wally chuckled nervously and sped over to his best friend who was closer to the front. He wrapped his arm around Robin's shoulders. The redhead was taller than the acrobat so it was easy. He leaned down to Robin. "You think your old man would be open to adopting another kid who also has a death wish and wants to fight crime?" Danny tilted his head to the side at Wally's comment. He still had some of his enhanced hearing.

He didn't see what expression Robin made, but he kind of shrugged. "I doubt it, I think I was a one-time only thing. B's not much of a kid person. I would be very surprised to see him adopt another one."

"But he looks just like you. Black hair blue eyes."

Robin tilted his head up to Wally. "What would that have to do with anything?"

The speedster waved him off. "Ah fine. I'll figure something else out then. Maybe I can talk to uncle Bary." He put his hand on his chin.

"What? You trying to get him adopted or something?"

Wally threw his hand to the side. "Someone needs to take care of our baby."

Danny ran his hand down his face with a groan.

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Notes

Beta read by: BrokenBlueHeart

Head cannon, Danny Fenton's favorite colour is Red while Phantom's favorite colour is blue. They don't know why, it's just a slight personality difference.

Thank you all so much for all of your amazing comments on this story, you guys give me so much inspiration and I am always so overjoyed when I read your thoughts on this story! If there are any scenarios that you want to see in the future please comment them! I was stuck with some writer's block for this that's why it took so long to update. I love ya’ll :3

I also hope I didn't get anyone too out of character but we will see, I was kinda having an off time with Megan. But then again this is supposed to be a crack fic, So...

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

[i-cant-sing]

Promise: Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki reader

This is a side story takes place in the YRHR series, after part 1, when the reader returns home, blind.

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"Y/n... Come on, wake up. Its 9 already." You heard him say, feeling the bed dip as he sat on it, gently touching the back of your shoulder. "Aren't you hungry? Mom's making your favourite."

When you gave no response, Shotou pulled the covers away from your face, his brows furrowing at the bandages around your eyes that had loosened up. You had did that, clawing at the meticulously tight knot Natsuo had done; you didn't like how it settled on your eyes.

"You're awake, right?" The only answer he got was you turning your cheek further away from him when he tried to caress it. Shotou didn't like your silence and he missed it when you used to ramble about almost anything to him. He missed when you were happy.

The door bell rang.

Shotou looked at his watch confused. Wasn't Natsuo supposed to come around at 11? He could hear Enji walking to the main door, and after a few seconds of silence, he heard footsteps coming towards your room. But then he heard some scuffling, and people talking- he recognised Enji's and Dabi's voices, his brother's getting louder by the second.

"I'll check who's there. Stay."

Stay? You would've rolled your eyes if, you know, you still had them.

A few more minutes passed and you could hear Dabi arguing with someone, and you think that Shotou is trying to calm him down. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, you got up from the bed. For the past whole month, Shotou would come to wake you up everyday, carrying you in his arms to the bathroom, never letting you walk on your own, claiming "you'll get hurt".

Idiot.

Taking one small step at a time, you stretched your arms out trying to reach the wall. Once you felt the cold, smooth surface, you used it to guide you towards the door.

No matter what you did, or how many times you told them to back off, that you can do this on your own, they wouldn't let you. Hell, you were pretty sure that if they could, they would breathe for you too. As if trying to instil in your mind that you're helpless without them, incapable of making your own decisions.

I'll show them how fucking capable I am.

After stubbing your toe only once, you finally reached the door, your hand gripping the metal knob. You placed your ear on the door, trying to figure out who and where everyone is standing. The corridor seemed empty and you think everyone is downstairs.

Opening the door, you used another wall to guide you towards the stairs. You hoped Shotou doesn't see you; he'd throw a hissy fit at you attempting to walk down the stairs.

As you took one careful step at a time, you heard the commotion grow louder. You could hear Dabi yelling profanities at the other person, certainly not Enji because Rei or Fuyumi would've stepped in by now to stop him. You used to stop him too, but ever since what happened, you don't really care anymore.

"Why the fuck are you even here?! She doesn't fucking want to see you!"

"Dabi-!"

"And who is gonna stop me? You? I'd be happy to knock you down on your ass- its about goddamn time!"

"Hawks!"

Hawks?

Hawks.

Hawks!

You almost stumbled down the last few steps, but you needed to know- was he, was he really here?

"K-Keigo?"

You heard his wings flap before you felt him, the wind gushed at your body strongly, making you lose your balance. But muscular arms wrapped around you before you could fall, and the winged hero lifted you up and spun you around, making you burst into laughter.

Rei was the first one to cry.

You laughed.

Not a bitter, sarcastic one.

A genuinely happy laugh.

And she missed her baby's laugh so much.

Dabi's eyes widened slightly. His heart clenching up a bit as he realised how he missed that beaming look on your face. He realised how fucking naive you were, how you were his little sister that he needed to protect.

Shotou felt envy. Why- why didn't you laugh like that with him? Why didn't you laugh for him? Was he... not a good brother?

Fuyumi actually rushed out of the kitchen when she heard you, her hands coming up to her mouth to suppress the sob that was building up. Too long. It had been too long since you were happy.

Natsuo smiled. He smiled as he saw you chortle when the hero's feathers tickled your cheek. He wished you would smile more often.

Enji's breath hitched as he saw you chuckle into Hawk's shoulder. It was so natural, so lively, so radiant. He had been dying to hear that sweet sound again.

Your heart was beating fast and your stomach was doing somersaults as you felt the air rushing through your hair and cooling on to your neck, the soft feathers brushing across your skin.

He really was here.

But so were they.

And you could feel their eyes on you.

Keigo frowned when he saw you curl yourself into him, as if trying to bury yourself into his chest. When he looked around, he saw them glaring and that's when he puffed out his wings before curling them around you; shielding you.

"I'll be spending time with my goddaughter. Do not disturb us." And with that, Hawks flew you up to your room, locking the door before they could sat anything. He could hear Dabi arguing, but he trusted Enji to handle him.

He set you on your bed, chuckling as you didn't let go of his collar.

"Its okay, dove. I'm here, now- ow!" You cut him off by punching his arm.

"Where were you?!"

"In your heart- ow! Stop hitting me!" He caught your wrists.

"You said you were gonna visit me at home! Its been a whole month-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but believe me, I really was busy!" Sighing, he continued. "The hero commission sent me to Europe for a mission and things got a bit messy, so I got caught up."

Yanking your hands out of his grip, you scowled. "Would it have killed you to call?"

"I mean I wouldn't say kill, but I probably could've lost a limb or two-" He started laughing when when you began getting up to walk to the door.

Keigo wrapped his arms around you, smiling cheekily"Y/n- I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. Come back-"

"No, let go! I don't have time for your bullshit" He continued laughing, easily picking you up and dropping you back on your bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Come on, now. Stop being mad." You heard him shuffling. "Besides, I've got something for you!"

He dropped something in your lap. You picked an item, your hands feeling around it, trying to figure out what the rectangular shaped box was.

"Whats this?"

"Oh, here. Let me help you." He lifted the lid of the box and you were immediately hit by a familiar smell.

"Chocolate?"

He hummed in confirmation"Your favourite ones too! They were always sold out! Luckily, I was able to use my charm on the owner."

"Charm? Oh, you mean where you pull that ugly smirk and do that half lidded look with your eyes, and you think that you look hot but you actually just look creepy?"

"Yeah- hey!"

And then the next 3 hours were spent like that, Hawks telling you about Europe and the bad guys he caught, you telling him about the way your family had been treating you.

"They don't let me do anything, they don't give me any privacy! Its like- its like they want me to be a doll!" You gave an exasperated sigh. "They- they act like they are being so generous. Like it was somehow my fault that my eyes got fried!"

"Oh come on. They can't be that bad-"

"They are! So much worse than before. Look, I'm a grown up- I need my space too! You know what Shotou said when I asked him to get me a walking stick? He said I don't need one since he can carry me everywhere. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get carried to the toilet every single day? Do you?!"

"Well, no-"

"And then Fuyumi cuts up my food and spoon feeds me herself! I know I'm blind but its not like I'm gonna stuff the food up my nose or something!"

The hero snickered at that.

"And then Enji reads me these novels or the newspaper and he skips over the parts he thinks I'm too "young" or "immature" to understand! They even monitor what I listen to! Fuyumi or Shotou would be quick to change the channel if something above pg 10 comes on!" You ran a hand through your hair frustratedly. "I asked Enji to get me a Braille and the first few time he pretended like he didn't hear me, before finally saying that I don't need one!"

"Don't worry, I'll sneak in a Braille for dummies the next time I visit."

"Hey-! Wait... what do you mean "next time"?"

"Oh come on! I promise I'll come earlier next time. Maybe in like 2 weeks-"

"No."

"What-"

"No. I want to leave this place today. You promised."

"Y/n-"Keigo reached to place a hand on your shoulder but you pushed him off.

"You. Promised. You said you'll get me out of here when I leave the hospital" You inhaled deeply. "Well, guess what, Hawks? Its been a whole month."

"I know but you're not well enough-"

"I AM! If anything, staying here is harming me more!" Your tone was getting angrier. "You said- you said you would take me away from them."

"I can't do it right now. The hero commission needs me-"

"I need you! Or am I just not worth your time?"

"Please, dove- try to understand. How will I take care of you if I'm out at the agency?"He tried to pet your head but you smacked his hand away, snarling at him.

"You're a liar. A big fucking liar! Was this the plan all along? To give me hope that you'll save me, only to fucking crush it?!" The hero managed to dodge the box of chocolates you threw at him. "I don't need fucking chocolate or your stupid presents. I need to get out of this goddamn house!"

The hero began walking towards the door. "You're not thinking rationally- I'll- I'll leave." But before the hero could manage to take another step, you were leaping towards him, but since you couldn't see, you only managed to fall near his feet. When he grabbed your shoulders to help you up, you were quick to latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

"No- no! Don't go. Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. Please, don't be mad. I swear I'll behave, just don't leave me here!" Your hold onto him was becoming painfully tight.

Keigo felt like someone was breaking his heart piece by piece as he looked at you. The way your body shook from your pitiful sobs, the way you held onto his jacket as if your life depended on it- he was forced to remember how vulnerable you looked the night he brought you back to the this house. The same night when you begged and begged him to fly you away, that you'll do anything as long as he didn't dropped you back at the Todoroki estate.

"Y/n- darling, love, listen to me. I promised you that I'll keep you save, didn't I? I promise I'll come back soon-"

"YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME! SHE BURNED MY FUCKING EYES HAWKS! I'M FUCKING BLIND! DO I NEED TO LOSE A LIMB FOR YOU TO GET ME OUT OF HERE?! DO I HAVE TO SUFFER FROM ANOTHER "ACCIDENT"?!"

Hawks knew that bitch Rei did this on purpose, he knew and it killed him that he couldn't save you from her. He wanted to tell you that he believed you, and he was preparing a place for you. But the hero knows your siblings were eavesdropping, right on the other side of the door.

He had to be careful and play the fool if he wanted to get you out of this hell hole.

"Y/n please-"

You shook your head repeatedly, pulling him closer to you as you shrieked at him. "No. NO! I wont let you go! I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME! Keigo, I'm begging you! Take me with you, please! I'll die! I'll die! I'LL FUCKING DIE, KEIGO! PLEASE!"

Your loud screams had your siblings bursting through the door, obviously using a spare key. "Y/n, whats wrong-" You jumped away when they touched your shoulder, giving Hawks chance to slip away.

You instantly reached out for him, flailing your arms around to get a hold of him again. But the hero was already out the door and your siblings quickly pulled you back into their arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

But you were inconsolable. Thrashing around in Shotou's arms, you kept begging for Hawks to come back. "HAWKS COME BACK! LET ME GO! HAWKS, PLEASE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE!" It pained them to see you like this, so hysterical; Shotou and Fuyumi whispered sweet nothings but you payed them no mind. Natsuo knew you were going to hyperventilate soon, but he was more worried about you bursting a vessel in your head.

Thinking fast, he quickly brought up a tranquilliser- and the moment the sharp smell of the alcohol swab hit your nose, you were wrestling harder to get out Shotou's and Fuyumi's arms.

"Y/n, please calm down-"

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! KEIGO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! COME BACK- STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP!" You screamed louder than before when you felt her cold hands gripping your arm, holding it still so that your brother could administer the dose.

As the drug began taking effect, your thrashing slowed down before you finally slumped into Shotou's arms. The tranquilliser numbed the headache that was forming, and you felt Fuyumi use a tissue to wipe the snot and the spit off your face.

"I'll die... I'll die... And you won't be there. And I'll die..."

Hawks was in a trance like state as he watched Shotou tuck you under the covers. He wanted to use his sharp feathers to slice off that cold bitch's hand that brushed the hair out of your face, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your daunting screams rang through his ears; his chest felt like some was shoving a knife through it slowly as he played back the image of you trying to wring yourself free from their arms, one hand still reaching out for him. It took everything in him not to grab it and pull you away from those monsters, but he had to remind himself of the bigger picture.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the pyromaniac standing next to him until he spoke.

"This is all your fault."

Hawks looked at Dabi. His fault?

"You shouldn't have come here."

"She's my goddaughter-"

"Shut the fuck up." Dabi narrowed his eyes at the hero. "She's like this because you gave her false hope. Hope, that one day she'll get away from us. You and I both know that's not gonna happen." He sighed before continuing. "You call yourself a hero, but in reality, you're no better than us."

As Hawks turned to leave, not willing to let the villian get on his nerves, Dabi spoke again.

"Dont bother coming back. She won't forgive you. She'll never forget this betrayal."

Hurtful as they were, he knew the words he said were true.

Hawks was almost out the gates when he saw Enji sitting in the garden, looking at the koi pond. He should've left, should've flown away but there was something in Enji's eyes that had the winged hero walking towards him. He recognised the emotion as soon as he got close.

Sorrow.

Or was it guilt?

Perhaps a mixture of both.

"Endeavour, are you... alright?"

The number 1 hero looked away from the fish and blinked at him.

"Hawks? What are you still doing here?"

The blonde chuckled nervously. "I was just on my way out." He gazed at him. "Are you okay? You seem to be in deep thought."

Enji only stared at him. Taking his silence as the answer, Hawks turned to leave.

"Why did you come here today, Keigo?"

Keigo.

He suppressed the urge to shudder the way his name rolled off his tongue.

"She's my goddaughter too. Why? Do you think it was a bad decision to come?"

"No." Enji sighed. "I just- she hadn't laughed like that in a long time."

Hawks stood beside him. "She's still traumatised from the kitchen accident. Its understable-"

"No. She hadn't laughed like that for a long time, even before this happened." Enji's eyes moved towards the night sky. The stars were twinkling extra bright tonight. How he wished you could see it. "Before she lost her sight, she used to look out the window, her eyes searching sky." He gulped. "She was looking for you, Keigo. You- you made her happy, you make her laugh. I don't."

Hawks placed his hand on Enji's shoulder. "That's not true, Enji. You do make her happy. She loves you. She feels safe with you. She sees you as her protector."

"She does?"

He nodded. "Of course. If you want things to return to normal, you need to treat her normally too. Just- just talk to her. Sort out the issues and wash away whatever fears she has." Hawks wanted Enji to listen to you, to really listen to you and protect you from Rei. He could only hope that Enji understood what he meant.

Hawks was right, Enji realised. Whatever delusions you have of Rei wanting to hurt you on purpose, of being the "bad person", they can all be cleared up if he just talked to you. Ever since the incident, the family avoided talking to you about Rei or the events that had occurred that day.

If he just talked to you, things will return to normal. You'll become happy again.

"Thank you, Keigo."

Hawks only smiled in return. "I'll be leaving now."

"Okay. When will you visit again?"

"I'll be gone for longer now. The hero commission is sending me on another mission again."

"Oh. Safe travels, then."

As Hawks flew away, he began thinking about the house.

The house where he was going to take you to soon. He just needs to add a few finishing touches before he sets his plan in motion. The plan to rescue you, and eventually Enji, from those sadist that call themselves your family.

He will not let his dove get hurt again.

He'll save you this time.

He promises.

Thoughts?

Idk how this turned out, angst wasn't the plan initially. Guess I'll write godfather Hawks fluff for another day.

Anyways, now that this is done, I'll start working on RE 8 fic now.

[the-bau-quinjet]

Round 1: Fruit Snacks

Bucky x reader

Summary: Steve, Sam, and Bucky try to prank you. Emphasis on try.

Warnings: none, well I guess manipulative crying? but in a funny way...

Word Count: 1384

a/n: my inspiration for this? A box of fruit snacks. What am I doing with my life?

Masterlist

You love fruit snacks. You've even made a definitive ranking of the best brands. Scooby snacks were the clear winner, but hard to find at the grocery store sometimes.

When Scooby Snacks were unavailable, you went for Welch's. Mostly because they came in a 96 pack and three out of five flavors were pretty good.

Whenever you're feeling sad or upset in any way, your go to is a bag of fruit snacks.

There was one especially tough day when you opened the bag only for it to be full of only orange and grape.

You burst into tears in the kitchen.

All this to say, it's become very clear to everyone in the house that you always have fruit snacks hidden somewhere in the kitchen.

You used to keep them in your room, but then you started eating way too many, so you moved them to the kitchen.

You hid them because, although you were willing to share, nobody would ever tell you when they were taking the last bag.

There's nothing quite like the minor inconvenience of reaching into the box for a bag of fruit snacks, and then having it be empty. It really ruins a day.

So, when you went into the kitchen for a bag of fruit snacks, and all of your hiding places were empty, you were perturbed to say the least.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve were sitting around the island, watching as you looked in seemingly random cabinets and containers.

You huffed angrily, moving to check the one of the last spots they could be. It was you're holy grail of hiding places.

You opened the freezer drawer, pulling out a box of plant based burgers. Under that box was a another box, this time of sugar-free, dairy-free, fat-free ice cream bars.

You opened the ice cream bar box, tipping it over to empty the contents onto the counter.

The ice cream slid across the island, but no fruit snacks came out of the box.

You took a deep breath, trying not to scream. You really just needed fruit snacks right now, and there appeared to be none anywhere.

You refused to make eye contact with any of the guys, knowing it would set you off. Instead, you collected the nasty ice cream bars, dumping them into the trash.

ou really wished they tasted good, but apparently they aren't even useful for hiding your good snacks.

The three men all had their eyes on you, waiting for a reaction. You didn't know which one of them found all your fruit snacks, but you weren't going to give them the satisfaction.

If they wanted a prank war, so be it.

With tears in your eyes, you recycled the cardboard box. Then you finally turned to look at them, watching as their expressions quickly shifted into that of concern.

"I'm going to the store, do you need anything?" You stuttered through the question, trying to play up how upset you were. You waited a minute for one or more of them to answer, when nothing came you turned back toward the door.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Bucky called as you reached the door.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

"It's just been a tough day. I- It's stupid. I'll see you guys later." You turned around again, walking slightly slower than normal.

Bucky jumped off his chair, running to stop you before you left the kitchen. It must have been his idea to eat all of your fruit snacks. He grabbed your should, spinning you around.

"It's not stupid if it's got you this upset. Talk to me, please?"

You waited a beat before pulling him into a long hug. You pretended to cry more, waiting for him to ask what was wrong again.

"Doll, what's got you so upset?" He rubbed your back, unaware of the devious smirk on your face.

You spoke into his chest, leaving your head buried there. "I just, everything is going wrong today. I woke up late, so Tony was annoyed with me. I spent 3 hours trying to fix this piece of tech, only to realize it wasn't working because it wasn't freaking plugged in. I had to rewrite my code for Redwing's updates four times because it kept getting deleted."

You whined as you listed the events of your day. It really was a shitty day, hence the need for fruit snacks.

"Then I dropped my lunch on the floor, so I just ate an apple. I stubbed my toe on the way to training, so it hurt the whole time. I spent ten minutes looking for my phone while I was using it to call someone. I stepped in a puddle, so now my socks are wet."

You took a deep breathe, really laying on the guilt for the last part.

"And when I went to get fruit snacks to cheer myself up, they were all gone."

You hugged him tighter before pulling away, wiping the fake tears from your face.

"So now I'm going to the store. Hopefully nothing else goes wrong because I don't know if I can take it." You leaned your head back, dramatically trying to get the tears to subside.

"Hey, it's okay." Bucky continued to rub your arms, trying to soothe you. "Why don't you go make some tea or something, and I'll go to the store for you?"

You gave him a small, watery smile. "You would do that for me?"

"Of course, Doll. Steve and Sam will come too." He glared at them over your head.

"You guys are the best." You gave them all a hug as they left the kitchen, smirking to yourself once they were gone.

-

"Y/N, we're back!" Sam called from the elevator, expecting you to still be in the kitchen.

The three men walked down the hall, stopping in their tracks when they saw you.

You were sitting on the couch, fruit snacks in hand, watching a movie with Nat and Wanda.

"What the hell?" Bucky looked between you and the fruit snacks in your hand.

"Where did you even get those?" Steve asked incredulously.

"Well, when the frozen fruit snacks are missing, I know I'm being punked." You smirked at them, laughing with Nat and Wanda.

"So- you..." Bucky trailed off, disbelief clouding his thought process.

"A few waterworks and you three were putty in my hands." You walked toward them, taking the grocery bag with the fruit snacks. "Thanks for the refill." You winked, walking past them into the kitchen.

They stood frozen in shock for a minute, before following you down the hall.

"But how did you know it was us?" Sam asked.

"Why else would the three of you be sitting on the bar stools at the island? You were 100% waiting for a meltdown that I never gave you." You smirked as you hid the bags in different cabinets.

"You never answered my question." Steve stated, still curious about your secret hiding place. "We looked everywhere for hidden fruit snacks."

You placed an arm on Bucky's shoulder as you jumped onto the island counter, unscrewing the top of the chandelier.

"Everywhere?" You questioned as you added a few bags to the compartment before screwing the lid back on. "I've got secret compartments all over the kitchen."

"Then why not just take one of those? Why send us to the store?" Sam asked, still incredulous that you got the three of them this badly.

"Well, I'm assuming you ate all the bags you did find?" You reached out, waiting for Bucky to help you down. He grabbed your waist, slowly lifting you setting you on the floor.

The three of them nodded.

"So I needed more." You shrugged, tossing the now empty box in the recycling as well.

"Was your day really that awful?" Bucky asked in a soft voice, feeling slightly used.

"It was." You smiled at him, moving to hug him again. "Thank you for caring. Honestly, it's really sweet." You kissed him on the cheek before turning to go back to your movie.

You couldn't stop yourself from calling one more thing over your shoulder as you left.

"This was round one boys, and I was only on the defensive. I'd say be prepared, but you'll never see me coming." You winked.

Part 2

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28. I'll catch you

Prompt used- Feeling for each other in the dark | domestic | fluff | harry and draco spend a black out together|

" I still think you should get the white paint, it'd be a nice contrast " harry said as he carried draco's shopping bags with him

" and I've told you, white is not my colour. Besides it gets dirty easily " draco replied as he hustled with bags behind harry. Harry looked over his shoulder to see if Draco was fine, giving him a firm nod harry turned around to realise they've reached his door.

" I'm sorry I didn't know you had to play with mud in your living room " harry rolled his eyes

" very funny potter " Draco rolled his eyes and got ahead of harry to unlock the door. He struggled with getting keys out of his pocket.

" where is it ?" Harry huffed

Draco blinked at harry before he pushed his waist towards harry to let him take out keys. Harry propped all the bags in one hand before reaching down draco's pockets, wriggling his fingers to find the keys.

" can you wear any more tight pants " harry rolled his eyes as he finally grasped the keys

" it's called fashion potter but then again you obviously don't understand fashion at all, coming from your baggy clothes" draco rolled his eyes as he got behind harry to let him open up the door.

" I have fashion sense for your information malfoy, I just happen to wear what I'm comfortable in " harry answered as he pushes the door open and just as they entered his flat the lights went off.

" Merlin's sake- I'll get the lights " draco huffed as he left all the things on the kitchen isle and walked away. Harry too kept the things on the isle and locked the door.

" Malfoy, are you sure you're not creating light ?" Harry sarcastically called as he looked through the bags for his wand.

" you do realise you're quite funny potter " draco called out from some room. Harry smiled at the thought of how draco always wanted to give harry a come back but could never find anything good enough for it, so he always struck with the funny line.

" well the lights are out. I'm gonna go check with the neighbors- potter- where are you ?" Draco said as he walked into the kitchen himself but because of no light he couldn't see anything.

" fuck " harry hissed as he stubbed his toe against the bottom of the isle.

" found you " draco said as he blindly tried to reach for harry.

" lumos " finally draco heard and soon saw Harry's wand in his hands.

" I'm gonna go check with the neighbour " draco said as he searched for his wands in the bags

" well you do that, I'll go downstairs and try to check the power supply box and probably stop by my flat to see if I have any torches or candles down there " harry said as he crossed the kitchen, retrieving his keys from the pocket and walking out of the door.

" don't take too long " draco said almost worried. Harry turned around to see Draco with a little Curious frown before he nodded and left.

Once draco realised that the whole block was out because of the transformer problem from the power supply unit, he decided to tell Harry once he returned but he seemed to be taking too long and he simply couldn't wait for harry all alone in the dark especially when he couldn't find his wand. So he walked downstairs towards the power supply unit of the building. He pushed open the door without a creek and searched for harry. He followed the sound coming from the other side and cautiously made his way towards the sound.

" fuck " draco exasperated when he felt something brush against his leg. He looked down to see it was only his other leg.

" stupid potter " draco hissed under his breath and walked further inside.

And suddenly draco crashed with something and fell down, only to realise he had collided with someone and now they were on top of him. He recognised by the smell of the person that it was harry.

" potter" draco whispered not making a move to push him over from above him.

" you scared the fucking shit out of me " he hissed

" well if I wasn't sure until now, I'm sure it's you now " draco rolled his eyes and pushed harry off him.

Harry stood up and brushed off his clothes, offering a hand to draco, who subtly rejected.

" wheres your wand ?" Harry asked as he looked down over the ground for his own.

" I couldn't find it " draco answered as he brushed off his own clothes " where's yours ?"

" I lost it when you crashed into me, I can't find it without a light source and it's bloody dark down here " harry replied.

" yeah I asked the whole block's out. Some problem at the main power unit " draco informed.

" well, if that's the case. We should go back up and look for candles at my place, I'm sure you don't have any " harry said still looking down for his wand.

" what about your wand ?" Draco asked but his voice sounded distant. Harry waved his hand in the air to reach for him but couldn't get a grasp of him.

" let's go find candles first and then come back here to look for it " harry finally decided" where the hell even are you ?" He added

" right next to you, you idiot " he still sounded distant.

" Malfoy, step forward, you aren't around me" harry told him as he stepped forward to reach for him. He heard some footsteps coming towards him.

" where the hell are you !" Draco hissed as he tried reaching for harry until he finally did.

" I'm never losing you in the dark " harry sarcastically said

" and why's that ?" Draco asked still holding onto Harry's shirt

" because you're a baby- let's go up now " harry said as he reached for draco's hands and pulled him forward to walk.

" I can walk on my own " draco scowled as he walked along with harry

" I am sure. It's for not losing you or you'll wind up getting lost and crying yourself to sleep down here " harry replied as he pushed open the door blindly and walked past it with draco still holding his hands.

" do you always have to be so sarcastic or its your inbuilt ability to Always annoy people " draco rolled his eyes

" a bit of both " harry chuckled.

They finally reached the stairs and carefully going up, harry made sure draco wasn't falling. It was a simple gesture of showing he cared.

When they finally reached Harry's floor, they struggled getting inside since he couldn't find the key hole.

" I miss my wand " draco huffed as harry still jingled with his keys.

" no wonder you screwed up your muggle studies practicals " harry rolled his eyes " aha" harry excitedly said as he finally pushed open the door.

" I did not screw up my muggle studies practicals. It's just muggle have to do everything the hard way. Like right now if we had a wand, we could've simple said alohomora and the door would've been open" draco explained feeling for harry in the dark realising harry had dropped his hands as soon as they had walked into his flat, a small amount of disappointment washing over him.

" I'll get the candles and lighters " harry said as he walked into the kitchen and started looking carefully for candles and lighters in the drawer.

" harry, can you hurry up " draco finally said after a few minutes in silence. Harry stopped dead in his movements, he knew Draco only uses his first name when he was actually troubled and now was one of the moments.

" I'm trying to find, don't worry " harry replied and began looking for it again until he finally found the candles and the lighter both and finally lit it up.

" Merlin, finally " draco sighed as he jumped down from the counter and reached for harry until he realised what he was doing and created a distance, a strange awkwardness washing over them.

" well " harry raised his eyebrows " lets go and look for my wand then and then we'll go back to your place "

Draco nodded and walked Behind harry.

" or you could simply go upstairs and wait for me while I go-"

" I'll come with you " draco interjected quickly.

Harry looked at Draco a bit concerned " I didn't know you were afraid of the dark "

" I'm not " draco protested. But harry knew better, so he nodded and dropped the matter. Once they had finally collected Harry's wand from the power house and walked back to draco flat and light bunch of other candles and set them over every other table to keep the light burning since the electricity wasn't returning for long as they were aware of.

"and since they collected grains all summer for winters they weren't short of food " harry recited as he chewed on his minimalistic sandwich

" but then what happened of the grasshopper? Did he die ?" Draco asked Curiously, his legs tucked beneath Harry's thighs as he was leaned against the window pane

" no, because the ants shared their food with him. That's the thing about the fable, grasshopper was stupid not to store anything saying that won't need it possibly and ants worked hard enough all Summer yet they cared for him and they didn't wanted him to die so they shared " harry told him.

" that's interesting " draco frowned as he looked out of the window pondering about the fable harry had just recited

" it's all about sharing and Caring. That's basically what it's established upon " harry told him looking at Draco fondly

" I wish someone read these things to me when I was a kid " draco's tone suddenly changed to a melancholic voice. Harry stared at Draco Long enough to understand what was running inside his head. Sure they hadn't been friends for long but they understood each other much more than any other of their friends did, which was surprisingly nice.

" I know what you mean " harry calmly said as he looked outside watching over the dim lights blinking from far away.

" you do ?" Draco asked his head whipping in Harry's direction.

Harry turned and smiled at Draco "when I was a kid I didn't know how my parents had actually died. I spend days wondering how would it feel like to be with them. The world can read all these things to you but when someone who cares for you, reads them for you, it feels different. Almost as if it's not a fable you know, like you're living it, you're actually there. It's just-"

" better " draco finished off Harry's sentence smiling. Harry smiled at him then nodded, this was exactly what he wanted to say.

They stared at each other long enough, just smiling in silence. It felt nice, it felt too nice for either of them.

" you know, now I think I won't be so worried about losing you in the dark " harry smirked

" and why is that ?" Draco asked sliding back further into the window pane.

" because of your hair. It shines too bright in the moon. Like moon dancing on your head- hey it's like a song lyric " harry chuckled.

" I - I can't even with you- you know what harry, you aren't even that funny " draco rolled his eyes, restraining himself to give him a smile.

" come on, it was funny " harry scrunched his nose smiling

" no it wasn't " draco bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from smiling but harry wasn't having it, he kept poking draco lightly on his sides repeating that it was funny.

" it wasn't " but draco had broken into a smile and as if to cover it up he picked up a pillow and threw it in Harry's face

" you- you are dead Malfoy " harry gasped. Draco pressed his lips in a thin line over Harry's empty threats, which seemed empty until harry too threw a pillow at Draco's face.

" Merlin- harry stop " draco exasperated laughing. Harry gave one last throw before draco almost fell down until harry caught him.

" look what you did, I could've fallen down " Draco gasped

" as if. The most you Would've fallen would be on the floor " harry rolled his eyes

" besides I caught you" harry added. Draco's expression softened until he started laughing at what had just happened, harry soon laughing along. It was a sweet memory to enclose in their hearts, to lock it away, laughing away in the dark with no one but them. They probably still kept smiling at each other until the last candle died out and draco immediately grasped Harry's hands.

" it's all fine " harry reassured as he picked up his wand and casted a lumos.

They sat there holding hands, staring at each other in the dark, something had changed in the air, it wasn't so heavy before or it didn't feel as Warm before. There was something different in the way they stared at each other, something that made them want to extinguish the distance between each other, something that wanted them to pull each other close, something that wanted them to feel each other in the dark until the lights came back and broke them from their moment.

Clearing his throat harry stood up from the window sill and looked down to avoid Draco's eyes, who himself was assessing what had happened and looked anywhere but harry.

" oh - it's almost 10, I think I should- go " harry said awkwardly as he clapped his hands together only once and tip toed in his feets.

Draco abruptly stood up, being as awkward as harry " yeah- you're probably right" draco said in a strange whiny voice.

" yeah- so I- should go then " harry finally looked at Draco, who nodded at harry and they walked off to the door.

" I'll see you- well soon " draco said as he scratched the back of his neck nervously

" yeah- soon " harry pressed his lips in a thin line, not Making a move to go, just standing there staring at Draco again, who himself was staring until they heard the keys from Harry's hands drop on the ground, which surprisingly none of them knew he had in hands.

" I should go now " harry repeated and this time finally after clenching a smile he walked out of the door. Draco shut the door behind him and pressed his back against him sighing, his hands running over his face in exhaustion from something he didn't know. He remained there thinking of the awkward goodbye until he stopped thinking and turned around and almost opened the door until he decided not to and walked away.

10 seconds later draco returned and opened the door to find Harry's hand raised as if he was about to knock.

" you forgot something ?" Draco asked pushing one of his hands down into his pocket.

" uh yeah- I think- I left my wallet" harry hesitated

" oh- we'll look for it " draco said as he pulled the door further open to let harry in.

" Where'd you see it last ?" Draco asked as he shut the door and walked Behind harry into the living room.

"Yeah- I think- fuck- I have my wallet- I just- I couldn't stop thinking about doing this " and with that harry pressed his lips against draco. He immediately welcomed Harry's lips over his as if it was an Invitation he had been waiting for to be answered. Pushing his hands in Harry's hair, he pulled him further into him, almost hitting the back wall but Harry's hand had kept him from colliding into anything else. It wasn't a rushed kiss, but it was something they both found a relief in as if it was something it was something they both had been waiting for long to happen but didn't know of it.

Once they separated for air, draco pressed his head against harry's and breathed in deeply " yo- wow- I think I'll fall again "

Harry smiled whispering " don't worry, I'll catch you" and with that he kissed him again.

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The Way Back {Faramir x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3057 Summary: Love can be found in the unlikeliest of places, such as in a war-torn city after a win.

You took a deep breath in, and then a deep breath out. It felt like you hadn’t had the time to breathe in days. It had been battle, after battle, after battle against Sauron and his forces, ending up in this, the grand battle outside of Gondor. But the enemy had finally been defeated, the last of the orcs crying back to Mordor. You removed your helmet and let your hair fly free in the breeze as the world seemed to catch it’s own breath back. There was still plenty to do, such as tend to the wounded, burn the bodies of the deceased, and begin plans to rebuild the city. There were many fallen on both sides, even though the battle had been won by yourself, and by Gondor. By Minas Tirith. You looked about you, savoring the moment of peace, before plunging yourself into even more work.

You regretted that you did not attend the last battle at Mordor, but you had a much more pressing issue of helping with Gondor. There was so much here that had to be done, and you put your faith in your three companions. Legolas, your younger brother, who looked so much like you with delicate elfin features, but was a killer with a bow. Gimli, the dwarf that you came to see as a friend and an annoyance in your life, almost like a grumpy old pet, but one who could swing an axe like it was no ones business. And Aragorn, your best friend, a fellow Ranger, who had returned from Mordor and would soon be crowned King. But for now, he left you to care for Eowyn, a woman that he had introduced you to, who had been hurt in the battle. As two female warriors, the two of you struck up a quick kinship. It had been you who had given her a horse to ride among the riders, before you went with your fellowship to hold the dead to their oaths. Your horse, one of the fastest in the world, and the envy of many of the riders, including her brother.

You sat with her in the healing wing, dabbing her forehead gently with a damp cloth.

“I’m barely moving enough to sweat, y/n, there’s no need for this,” She said, trying to wave you away with her injured hand. You shushed her, and put it back down to her side. She looked more fragile than you were used to seeing her. Before, you had seen it in her eyes that she was always ready for a fight, the inner beast in her wanting to come out and growl at the world. A true dragon in pretty colors.

“Would you rather me go and get one of the healers to do it for you? I feel they would not be as good company as I though...” You threatened, and she sighed and allowed you to go on with your blotting. You were not a healer, though you knew a couple of things. Like to constantly check your friend for fever, for the wounds that she had sustained were nasty. She may have stabbed the witch King in the face, but she paid the price for that.

“I don’t like feeling helpless like this. I want to help the healers - it is only a couple of wounds. But no, all they let me do is go for one walk a day among the garden, like I’m some sort of...”

“Woman?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Let us go on our walk then. Let them dare to stop us while we are together. They can try to bully one warrior, but two? I do not think them so foolish.” You took hold of Eowyn’s better hand, and helped her onto her feet. She was eager to be up, and there was a flounce to her step, almost girlish. Sometimes she lamented being a woman, but there was still some femininity to her.

Together you walked out of the healing wing, and out into the open air of Gondor. A lot had been ruined during the war, and was being rebuilt. There were footsoldiers still around, and were helping to guide the reconstruction process. Everyone was helping out - even children, who were spreading the mortar over the walls with their little hands. “Are you going to return to Rohan as soon as you are healed?” You asked Eowyn as you strolled arm in arm, avoiding the places where the most damage had been done.

“After Aragorn’s coronation,” She answered. “I see no sense in returning, just to turn around and come back in a couple of weeks. And with my brother constantly off with the Riders of Rohan, they are going to need a new leader.”

“I see,” You said, nodding. “I’m so sorry to hear about your Uncle, Eowyn. He was a great man, as as I’m sure you knew. And he taught you well, you’ll take his place fantastically.”

“What about you? I remember your father wanted you to return to Mirkwood-”

You shook your head vehemently. “I too will be staying until the coronation. Legolas may be returning but I’m not so quick to leave the scene of one of the greatest battles that Middle Earth has ever known. I’m reluctant to go back...”

“Why?”

“I’m his heir, and he is getting older. I know that he wants me to take up the throne, but I am not Queen material, Eowyn. I belong on the battlefield. That’s where I feel the most comfortable! Not among the rich dresses and the gossip of elfen society,” You opened up to Eowyn, knowing that her, above anyone else, would understand how you feel. “Legolas is better suited as King than I ever would be as Queen. Were it I were born second rather than first...”

“Either way, it would be nice to have someone who is more sympathetic to humans on the throne,” Eowyn said, coming to a halt. You looked at her confused. “There he is - that is Faramir, the new Steward of Gondor.”

You followed her eyeline to see a man, leaning over one of the walls, looking out at the wreckage of the grounds that had been the battlefield. His hair was to his shoulders, a messy light brown - it was a look that many of the human men wore. Aragorn. Boromir -

Of course! This had been the brother that Boromir had mentioned to you during the nights when you two had watch together. But with some more burns upon him than Boromir had ever seen. You had heard of what had happened to him. His own father had tried to kill him.

“Shall we introduce ourselves?” You asked. Eowyn, who was far from timid even while she was wearing a gown rather than armor, nodded her approval.

You approached him together, which did not seem to intimidate him, for he gave you a surprising smile when you reached him. “I hope we aren’t interrupting your thoughts,” You said, pleasantly.

“Not at all,” He inisisted. “I always have time for two of our heroes.”

You beamed down at Eowyn, seeing the little flush on her cheeks. It was amazing seeing her talent be recognized. You were about to praise her even more, just to see if she could go as red as a rose, when one of the healers came running up, interrupting the mood. “You should be resting Lady Eowyn!” She chided.

“But...” Eowyn started, but then gave in rather easily. “Excuse me. I hurt my hand while killing the Witch King. I hope you understand my quick departure.”

You couldn’t stop grinning at her little amount of bragging. She deserved that much. Faramir bowed his head respectfully as the healer took Eowyn away, who was still complaining that she was fine. “Did you receive an injury while doing something important like killing a Witch King?” He asked.

“I stubbed my toe while taking down an Oliphaunt,” You shrugged, making him grin. You realized while he was doing so that he was actually pretty handsome .. for a human. He had a softer face than both Aragorn and Boromir, the only two humans that you could claim had been your friends. Or still were, in Aragorn’s case. He wasn’t as bristly. And he had very kind eyes. The race of men really was starting to grown on you.

-

Your father had come to Aragorn’s coronation. You had not expected him to. He very rarely left Mirkwood. Not since the Battle of the Five Armies had he ventured anywhere near this far. But the King returning to his throne was a grand deal, so you supposed it wasn’t that out of the ordinary. You stood beside your brother in welcoming your dear friend to the throne, and had managed to position yourself in a way that let you look at the Steward. He stood with Eowyn, who had become as wonderful a friend to him as she had to you. A sister to the both of you, though she needed no more siblings - not with a gruff one like Eomer about.

“When are you going to tell father?” Legolas whispered after Aragorn had passed.

“Tell him what?” You hissed.

“About how you are in love with a human,” He said, smiling widely. You nudged him and he nearly fell into Gimli, but his elf-like reflexes stopped him from doing so. “He can’t take his eyes off of you. Is that why you dressed up today? It is so weird to see you in a gown.”

“Can you please be quiet and enjoy our friend’s special day?” You asked in Elvish. Legolas did quiet down but you kept sneaking peeks over at Faramir. The two of you had gotten rather close in the last couple of months. And you might even think that you had given your heart over to the man, though it was very painful to think about. You would continue to remain youthful for many, many years, barely gaining a wrinkle while this man would grow old, wither, die. Life was cruel that way. Unbelievably cruel.

You saw eyes looking at you behind Faramir, and caught your father’s stern gaze. Your eyes widened, and like a child caught doing something bad, you immediately looked anywhere but your father, pretending to be distracted by the leaves, or the sweet little hobbits.

After the ceremony was a lovely party, which Aragorn did not attend because he went straight into his duties. You could say a lot of things about Aragorn, but not that he wasn’t dedicated to his work. You walked through the party, surprising a great number of people by wearing an intricate Elven gown for the occasion. Most of these people had only seen you in your fighting garb, which looked a great deal like Legolas’s. In fact, on more than one occasion, you had been mistaken for one another. Definitely not on this day, though.

You wandered, before Faramir’s hand lightly brushed against your arm, pulling you into conversation. “You look...” He said, gazing at you up and down, trying to find the words. You decided rather than waste time, you would finish his sentence for him.

“-like a beautiful Elven lady?”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Faramir said with a grin. He looked bashful, an expression that became him. He could be the most cold, hardened warrior, but around you, he seemed to be a bit more of a bashful mess. It was a very endearing trait. And it was something that brought the warmth right out of you.

“Yes, my daughter is a very beautiful Elven lady,” Your father’s familiar voice said from you behind you. Your eyes said ‘Uh-oh’ faster than your mouth could, and you turned to see him standing there. The blonde hair that the whole family had was gleaming brightly in the sun light. “I’m stealing her for a moment from you, Steward.”

“Of course,” Faramir said with a nod. He walked away with his hands behind his back, having recovered very well from his injuries. You watched as he walked towards Eowyn, and they struck up a friendly conversation. Your two favorite humans - and yet it gave you a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you did not like. You were wary of them being close. You were fond of both of them and you would not be surprised if they became overly fond of one another.

“Is that him?” Your father asked, following your line of sight. You stopped staring, and turned back towards him to give him the respect that he both deserved and demanded.

“Is that whom?” You questioned, your eyebrow arching upwards.

“The human that has stolen your heart?” Your father’s steely gaze cut through you like a knife. So he knew. You looked behind him for Legolas, and once you had caught his eye, you gave him a glare. “Do not blame your brother like you are some sort of child. He didn’t tell me a thing. It is entirely obvious.”

“Do you think that he knows?” You asked, swallowing any denial that you might have had bubbling.

“Since he is an inferior human, I would suppose not.” Your father said, chin held high. “I was going to ask you to come back with me. Take your place as the ruler of Mirkwood. There is a lot of work to be done.”

The happiness that you had felt for Aragorn, and then the slight giddiness that you had around Faramir had dissipated entirely. You were back to the way that the elves usually were. Hard-browed. No emotion showing.

“I’m sure that there is,” You said, not excited at all about the prospect of returning to your home. “And you are sure that you want me to be doing it?”

“As the oldest, it is your duty. Female or not,” Your father said. But he wasn’t catching your eye - he continued to glance over at Faramir. “You have caught his attention most ardently. He will not stop looking in your direction. It almost reminds me of your mother.”

Your heart started to beat in your chest, but your expression did not change. Still, there was a little bit of hope shining through. You tried to catch your father’s eye, but he kept looking away, which was unusual. Usually, he enjoyed looking right into the eyes of the person that he was talking to. It was a power play. And now you were the one who was trying to be the one in power.

“Is there any way that we can postpone it, father?” You asked, trying to make yourself taller so that he could not avoid looking at you. “Just for a few decades? Hardly any time at all - and all of that work will still be waiting for me.”

“A couple of decades? So you can come back after your human lover dies, and take out your grief in your work like I had?” Thranduil asked, tutting. You have never heard him tut before. But you also knew that he had a point. You remembered how he had thrown himself into his duties as King when your mother had died. He hadn’t given himself the proper time to grieve, and his leadership was lack for that. “We’d better give it a century or two. I might be able to finish my own tasks in time for that.”

“Surely - you’re joking? This is the first joke that you make and you decide for it to be this?” You questioned, unable to take your father seriously at this moment. His expression had not changed at all. In fact, now, it looked a little bit angry.

“I do not joke.” He said, glaring at you. “I am trying to give you the opportunity to love.”

You tried to search for any sign of deceit in his eyes, but could find none. He even looked a little ... flustered? Uncomfortable at the idea of talking about love with his daughter? Either way, you weren’t going to pass this opportunity up. You clasped your hands in front of yourself and gave him a bow which he then returned, before sweeping himself away to talk to Legolas, which was always much less about emotions.

You walked back over to Faramir and Eowyn, and put your hand on Faramir’s arm like he had to you just moments before. “May I speak with you for a moment?” You asked him, looking over at Eowyn. The blonde woman gave you a knowing smile, and walked off to speak with Merry, whom she had grown fond of over the war. The Steward of Gondor looked at you, still with that soft grin that you enjoyed looking at so much.

“What is it?” He asked, the grin faltering slightly. You’ve never asked him to talk privately before, and he wondered if something was wrong. But you took that away from him with your own lips, which you softly pressed against his once you were sure you had a little bit of privacy. “My lady?” He questioned, after returning it.

“It is unconventional, but it appears that I’ve fallen for you, Faramir, Steward of Gondor.”

“You have?” He asked, bewildered, but then seemed to regain his senses rather quickly. “I thought you never would. I’ve already resigned myself to growing old by myself.”

“You don’t have to,” You said, taking hold of his rough and calloused hands, giving them a squeeze. “If you will have me, I’d like to be by your side as you grow into a handsome old man.”

“While you stay the same?” He asked, his voice going softer.

“Yes,” You said with a nod. There was no point in beating around the bush - he would grow old and you would stay exactly as you were. It would be quite some time before you started to look older than you already were.

“My beautiful wife,” Faramir said, leaning in for another kiss. You granted it happily.

[strangeinternetwasteland]

Not sure if you’re still doing matchups but if you are I’d appreciate a naruto one :3 if not just ignore this ask!! Xx

I dye my hair a lot but currently it’s my natural brown with the underneath blonde, it’s gonna be red underneath soon. I’m an emo, v into metal but also into Kpop and stuff, I’m an Aquarius, I’m 5’3.5 and I’m a little chubby, my profile picture is me for reference. I’m v into reading and writing, a huge gamer. I’m bisexual and my pronouns are she/they so I am fine with any gender haha. I’m super emotional I guess, I cry a lot. Im also into drawing and painting, as well as baking, mainly brownies and I’m super clumsy :)

Thank you if you do manage to do this one❤️

Of Course it is open! Thank you for participating! Also, why are we not friends already? We are now! For you I choose.... Shisui Uchiha. I feel like he'd totally just understand you and be there for you always.

It was only 9:00 AM, you managed to trip over your own two feet, break a coffee cup, and break the whole carton of eggs. All you wanted was some coffee and eggs. So when there was a knock at the door, and you tripped over the garbage can, you were beyond frustrated.

"What?" You said hastily as you flung the door open to be greeted by your sweet smiling boyfriend.

"Good morning, Angel." He greeted you while holding up coffee and a muffin for you. You walked away from the door to clean up the trash, only to stub your toe on the table.

"AHHHH" You screamed in frustration with tears stinging your eyes. Shisui walked into your apartment to see the state of things. He shook his head and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Oh, baby, how about we take a rain check today? Instead, we can stay in, and you can read or write or we can play games, or even just watch tv all day." He told you before pulling away.

"First, you go shower, take as long as you need. I will clean up this mess." He gestured to the whole kitchen. You didn't want to have him clean up after you, but you weren't really in the mood for cleaning up.

As you sat in the shower and let the warm water run over you, you let all the tears flow freely. You didn't deserve Shisui, he was too good to you, and all you did was ruin all the plans he ever made for you.

After a little while, and not feeling any better, you decided to come out of the shower and change into something comfortable. When you finally appeared, you saw he cleaned the kitchen to perfection, and he was sitting reading a book.

"Baby?" He looked up concerned. "Are you okay? Why were you crying?" You knew you wouldn't be able to hide anything from him.

"I am a terrible girlfriend. I am clumsy, and mess up all our plans." You cried into his chest. He rubbed your back as sobs racked your body. He just held you close as you let it all out

"You know, I never mind our plans not working out, as long as I get to spend time with the person I care about most." He told you as he played with your hair. He gently laid down on the couch and wrapped his arms around you. Your eyes felt heavy and you gave into sleep.

These moments were the ones he'd cherish the most, especially after he'd ask you to move in with him.

[iwillhaveamoonbase]

Flowers

My lone submission for the Rayllum Valentine’s event.  Warning: this fic contains mentions of post-partum depression.  Canon-verse, but does involve Rayla still being ghosted 

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Rayla growled in frustration as she threw the letter in the fire.  “Ray-” Callum murmured from the side, holding their week-old daughter. Aisling was the most beautiful thing Rayla had ever seen, with her father’s green eyes and brown hair with ten fingers and ten toes.  The most elven thing about her was the little horn stubs on the top of her head.    

“Don’t, Callum. Please.”

“We’ll make them understand.”

“How?!  You freed Runaan, Lain, Tiadrin, and many others from those coins.  We saved Zym and reunited him with Zubeia.  We defeated Aaravos and it’s STILL NOT ENOUGH.  They will never unghost me and let me go back home.” Rayla felt the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and tried to hold them back, but they poured out. “And now I’m getting hormonal and just…UGH.”

She didn’t resist when she felt Callum come up behind her and wrap his arm around her waist.  “I’m sorry, Ray.  I don’t know why they are being so stubborn.  You don’t deserve this, but no matter what, you have me and Aisling, and Ezran and Soren.  You ARE home.”

“You don’t get it.”

Sighing, he moved away from her.  “What don’t I get?  Didn’t we agree that this is your home now?  Didn’t we say that, no matter what, we are each other’s home?”

“And I stand by that. But you cannot possibly understand what I am going through.  You still have your home.  You haven’t been banished and you can come and go as you please.  I need weeks of planning to not only go see my parents, but if I want to see my childhood homes, nobody can see me.  My culture, my language, everything, is basically lost to me. You don’t get it.”

Callum was quiet for a while, perhaps minding their daughter.  Rayla winced as she continued looking at the fire.  Wrapping her arms around herself, she felt even more terrible. She didn’t feel like she had taken to being a parent nearly as well as Callum had.  Maybe she wasn’t meant to be a parent.  She loved Aisling with everything she had, had carried the halfling in her belly for nine and a half months and delivered the child for hours, but she was also crying more, angered quicker, and didn’t stop Callum from getting out of bed at night to tend to the baby.  If anything, she hoped he would so she didn’t have to.    

Callum finally came back to her and wrapped both his arms around her.  “You’re right, Ray, I don’t get it.  I cannot understand your pain and frustration.  And now that we have a child, I’m sure your feelings have only grown stronger because you want to share all of those things with her.  But I have to believe that we can make them welcome you back because I’ll hate them if I don’t.  We’re trying to forge peace and hate doesn’t belong anywhere near that.”

“I haven’t even thought about how it would affect Aisling.  Gods, I’m a terrible mother.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Yes, I am.  I gave her a Xadian name and she can’t spend time in Moonshadow territory?  She’s cut off from half of herself and I’m sitting here thinking about how it affects me.” Rayla felt the panic rising in her chest.  “Callum, what if she hates me?  All I do is fuck up with her.  I’m not bonding with her like I should.  She already adores you more and I’m just there.”

“Look at me. Please.”  Slowly turning, Rayla raised her eyes to meet his, shocked at the tears in them.  “You aren’t fucking up.  You’re having a hard time, but that’s not that weird.  You heard Sabah and Amaya.  Most new mothers feel like this, and if it lasts longer, we’ll get you help. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad mother or something is wrong with you.  What did the mid-wife say?”

“That birth is traumatic for some and it takes longer to heal the mind than the body.”

“What else?”

“That, because I don’t have a support system from my home and my culture, I’m more at risk.”

“I’m so sorry that this is happening and I wish I could fix it for you.  I would fly into Silvergrove now and make them take you back if I thought it would work.  But you are not screwing up with Aisling.  She’s not cut off from half of herself because she has you.  If you want to only speak to her in High Elven, I will support that.  If you want to teach her to read it, I will find books every time we go to Xadia and ask Janai for some.  I’ll order ingredients from Xadia so she can have Xadian food.  I promise, I will do what I can to give you both a connection to your home because, even though we are each other’s home, you do still need a connection your culture.  Aisling does, too.”  Wrapping her arms around him tight, Rayla’s shoulders shook as she silently sobbed in his arms.  Callum kissed the top of her head and held her close, rocking her side to side as he so easily did their baby.

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Rayla rolled her eyes as she stared at the curtains Callum had pulled over part of their bedroom. He said there were changes coming to the garden and it was a surprise so she wasn’t allowed to look.  It had been several months since the Council’s latest rejection of her return to Silvergrove and she was slowly starting accept that she would always be rejected.  All four of her parents had visited Aisling and had adored their grandchild, promising to visit as often as possible and give her a connection to her culture. Lain and Tiadrin were even considering permanently moving to Katolis so they could be more active in Rayla’s life and make up for lost time.

Stroking Aisling’s cheek with the back of her fingers, Rayla held her bairn close.  Sabah had been a big help in the journey into motherhood, visiting often and letting Rayla freely voice her concerns and fears. Months ago, Rayla had feared the judgmental eyes of others for not being close enough to her child, but she was slowly learning that it really was different for everyone.  Tiadrin had shyly admitted she had had a hard time post-partum with Rayla as well; lying in bed for days on end and Runaan and Ethari and Lain having to check in on her.  She still felt like a failure some days, but her child was healthy and growing with a flush on her cheeks.  “I love you, even if you do wake me and your father up.  We need to get you sleeping through the night, wee one.”

A knock of the door interrupted her gentle scolding, causing her to look up.  “Princess Rayla?”

“Aye?”  

“Prince Callum requests you and Princess Aisling join him in the garden.”

“We’ll be there.” Standing up, she held Aisling close and left her bed chambers.  The trip to the gardens was a short one, but Callum had covered all the windows so Rayla couldn’t accidently get a peak at what he was doing.  “We’re finally going to see what your father has been up to.  I’ll bet you five whole jelly tarts he built a pond just to practice ocean magic.”

“I would take that bet.” She turned to the side to see Callum waiting for her.  “Ready to see the surprise?”

“I’ve been ready.” She turned to the glass doors leading to the garden and waited for Callum to open them.  He smiled at her and turned the handles.  As the doors opened, Rayla was hit with the smell of moonlilies.  She hadn’t smelled that scent outside of soap in years and her eyes watered in nostalgia and happiness.  Callum had planted a whole field of them as well as having built a gazebo.  “How did you do this?”

“Well,” running a hand through his hair, he gave her a sheepish smile, “it certainly wasn’t easy. The Council is being so stubborn with unghosting you, but I managed to convince them with a letter a day to let me have enough moonlilies to do this.  I told them that it was the least they could do for the mage who had decoined several of their citizens.  I know it’s not the same thing, but, at least, you can now have a piece of home right here in Katolis.  Let me show you the gazebo.”

He led them over, hand on the small of her back, and Rayla marveled at all the flowers before her. Moonlilies only bloomed at night, but their scent was still unmistakable.  The gazebo was wrought iron and featured multiple Moonshadow knots and symbols.  There were cushions and benches for sitting on.  “I could spend all day here.”

“I’m glad.”

“Thank you.  This is the sweetest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“I love you, Ray. This is our home, and, I hope, I made it feel a bit more like home for you.”

“You did.  I love you, too.”  

The three of them spent all day in the gardens, having lunch and dinner in the gazebo and later joined by Ezran and Soren.  Sabah, Marcos, and their child joined them as well, Sabah’s heavily pregnant belly leading the way.  Rayla and Sabah chatted in their mixed High Elvens while Callum made his attempts and the little one in their group hung on every word.  It still hurt Rayla that she couldn’t go home freely, but she did feel a bit more at home now.  Maybe one day, she would get to show Aisling and any other children she and Callum had Silvergrove and other Moonshadow territories.  Until then, the gardens would do quite nicely.

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This fic is something of an ode to my mother who had post-partum depression and had no real support system (family more than a 1000 miles away) besides my father and an ode to my grandmother who had her last child in a country and a culture that were not her own and who regrets not teaching her children more about her language and culture or about my grandfather's (English was the common language between them, so that's what they spoke in the house). I tried to convey their thoughts and feelings to the best of my abilities and to bring in the realties of raising a child in a multicultural, international relationship.

[softyoongiionly]

🧊lo-fi hip hop🧊

You have a terrible day and, Yoongi comes to the rescue.

In more ways than one...

Genre: Fluff, Smut (18+ only plz)

Word Count:

Warnings: a wee bit of angst but, not a TON, Yoongi :o), smut and explicit language.

A/N: Hiiiiii I missed you I love you please enjoy! This is unedited for now.

Also, yes this is technically a FnD drabble but, it can be read as a stand alone. HOWWeevvverrr if you want to read the fic this belongs to, 

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You are having the worst day. 

Like, the kind of day where you stub your pinky toe on the corner of the table, spill your coffee all over yourself and, miss your train to class kind of day. 

It’s the kind of day where all you want to do is crawl beneath the covers and, cry for approximately 18 hours straight. 

Just the girly things. 

But given the fact that you’re 3 weeks away from graduation and, you can’t do that.   

You catch a taxi to your classes, walk off the soreness in your foot and, change out of your coffee stained shirt. 

The day drags on endlessly and, you feel yourself getting overwhelmed at things that would normally roll off your shoulders. 

On the subway ride home, you’re practically holding back tears as you try to reign in all the emotions you’re dealing with.  

You could call Jimin. 

You know he’d be here for you in a heartbeat. 

You could text your two other best friends and, you know that they’d cheer you up with various memes and tik toks. 

But, there is only one person you want to call.  

There is only one person, in this moment, who’d be able to put a proper smile on your face.   

Yoongi.  

The only problem is: your boyfriend is also dealing with his own mountain of stress.   

He’s been in the studio since Monday mastering his final project.   

You’ve barely heard from him. 

You haven’t seen each other since the day after Jimin’s showcase and, that was nearly a week ago.  

You miss him.   

A lot. 

Yoongi has a way of making everything smaller.   

He takes life in piece by piece and, with a perspective that is so uniquely him, he seems to know the right thing to do. 

It’s almost as if it’s instinctual.  

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t need him right now.  

You needed his gentle words of encouragement, the lullaby of his voice, the tenderness behind his touch…  

There is a bit of embarrassment that washes over you. 

You’ve never been the one to need anyone.  

You value the people in your life of course but, you’ve never felt like this before.  

Sitting on your couch, there is strong battle waging inside your head.   

To call or not to call.   

He is your boyfriend so, you know he’d be there for you.   

But you don’t want to bother him.  

You know how much stress his under and, you don’t want to add to that.   

But fuck, today is rough.   

Sometimes you just need your mans.   

You decide to bite the bullet and call him.   

The persistent ringing on the other end of the line is causing a bit of anxiety to knock against your chest. 

What if he’s too busy?   

What if he thinks you’re being dramatic?   

You know these concerns are unreasonable; Yoongi is the kindest person alive. 

But, there is still a level of apprehension regarding asking others for help. 

“Hey, I’m sorry I haven’t texted back today, I should be almost done.” 

His voice soothes you immediately. 

“Uh no- no it’s ok. I just um…” You trail off, trying to contain the instability in your voice but you’re too late. 

He’s already heard it. 

“Yah is everything good? Are you alright?” 

“Y-yeah I just- I just wanted to check in.” 

“You don’t sound alright. What’s going on jagi?” 

His concern chisels away at the bit of resolve you have left and, rather than lie to him, you decide to be honest. 

“I’m just not having a good day and-“ Your voice breaks and Yoongi can feel his chest clenching at the sound, “I just wanted to say hi.” 

“Are you home right now?”  

You nod despite his inability to see you, “Yeah I just got in. I’m sorry to bother you in the studio-“  

“Hey you’re never bothering me, don’t worry about that. Are you up for seeing anyone or do you just want to talk?” 

Yoongi is amazing this way. 

He never assumes. 

He always asks what you’re comfortable with. 

He knows that there are times when sadness is left alone and, there are times when sadness needs a visitor. 

“I don’t want to interrupt you in the studio. I just miss you…” 

Yoongi bites his lip on the other end of the line. 

He wishes you knew how important you were to him. 

He wishes you knew that he’d drop anything for you.  

“I’ll come over ok? I miss you too. It’s been a long week huh?” 

You want to protest, you really do… 

The sound of his voice is too much to resist though and, you find yourself resigning to his plans to come see you. 

“Yeah it has. Are you sure you can? I don’t want to stop you from working.” 

Yoongi can hear the tension in your voice and, right now all he wants to do is bring the light back into it. 

“You are more important than anything I’m doing here.” You can already hear him grabbing his things and, for the first time today you feel a smile coming across your face, “I’ll bring dinner too, are you craving anything?”  

Jesus, you really love this man.  

“Dumplings.”  

Your reply is paired with a light giggle and, Yoongi’s rickety laughter continues the process of lightening your mood. 

“Why did I even ask? Alright, I’ll grab those and then I’ll be right there ok?” 

“Ok, thank you…I love you.” 

The words are still so new between the two of you and, they cause a giant gummy smile to erupt on Yoongi’s face. 

“I love you too jagiya.” 

Just like that, with a few simple words, your bad day is suddenly much brighter. 

After changing into more comfortable clothes, you tidy up a bit around your apartment to prepare for Yoongi’s arrival. 

He doesn’t take long to get to you and, when there is a knock at your front door, you nearly trip as you run towards the sound. 

Yoongi is standing in the doorway with a takeout bag in his hand, looking like the most beautiful man on planet earth.  

He’s in a black v neck and, gray sweat pants and, his black hair is a fluffy mess atop his head suggesting that he had recently showered. 

He smiles at you with a knowing look in his eyes but, before he is able to stay anything, you wrap your arms around his waist and, bury your face in his chest. 

“Hi.” He murmurs, wrapping his free arm around you, kissing the top of your head. “Rough day hm?” 

All you do is nod, taking in the clean scent of his cologne. 

A fond smile is immediately on his lips as he too, is comforted by your presence.  

Yoongi makes his way into your apartment whilst he still holds onto you, setting the food on the counter so he can hug you properly.  

In his arms, you peek up at him and, one sight of his pouty lips is enough for you to kiss him.  

It’s the not kiss Yoongi expects as figured you’d be pretty emotional when he got to you but, the way you’re working his lips makes his knees weak. 

You didn’t expect it either but, you couldn’t help yourself. 

Sliding your hands up his back, you tangle your fingers into the loose strands at the base of his neck, your lips moving slightly more urgently against his. 

“Hey-“ Yoongi doesn’t want to stop you, he really doesn’t but, he wants to make sure you’re ok before you go any further. “Are you ok?” 

He smooths a thumb over your swollen lips, his eyes slightly lulled from the effect your kiss has on him, “What do you need?” 

His questions have multiple meanings and, you wish you had clearer answers for him but all you can muster is, “I need you.” 

A small smirk comes across his lips as he tilts your chin up towards him, “I’m right here jagi.” 

You nod and, move to kiss him again before he brings you to a gentle stop, placing a kiss on cheek, “Hey…lets slow down ok? I wanna make sure you’re alright before we do anything…”  

Now listen… 

The next thing you’re about to do is a little unreasonable. 

It’s a little ridiculous... 

It’s a little silly.  

But, you’re only human.  

For whatever reason, Yoongi wanting to hold off on sex makes the tears congregate back to your eyes. 

“Oh- Oh you’re right I’m sorry. I’m sorry I should have asked...” You sniffle, avoiding his gaze and, stepping away from him.  

The sting of embarrassment heats up your cheeks and, before he has a chance to say anything, you nod to the food on the counter, “Thank you uh- thank you for bringing the food. How much do I-?” The emotion squeezes at the tone of your voice until it’s clearly noticeable that you’re about to cry. 

“Whoa hey- hey…what’s wrong?” Yoongi rushes over to you, place his hands on your upper arms, “Jagi…look at me.” 

You’re frozen in the middle of your kitchen, your gaze fixed firmly on a chewed up hair-tie courtesy of Marzipan. 

“I’m ok.” You insist despite the tears filling your eye sockets, “I’m sorry I jumped on you like that.”  

“You have tears in your eyes, you’re not fine.” He remarks sagely, tilting his head to get you to look at him “Come here…”  

He pulls you back into his arms despite the stiffness in your body before he speaks up again, “Did you just apologize for kissing me?” 

“I just-“ You sniffle, your chest heaving with the onslaught of emotion, “I can’t do anything right. I spilled coffee all over myself this morning, I stubbed my toe, I missed my train, I kept getting questions wrong in the lecture, I am freaking out about this deadline this Tuesday and, then…and then…” You’re trying to speak through your tears but, it’s becoming a jumbled mess, “I can’t even turn my boyfriend on without making it weird and, I interrupted your studio time and, I’m just a mess-  I’m sorry.” 

Yoongi wants to tell you how wrong you are, he wants to slough away all of your tension but, for the moment, he lets you cry into his chest. 

He holds you in the middle of the kitchen floor, pressing kisses into your forehead as the two of you sway gently from side to side.  

“Let’s go lay down…” 

The tenderness in his voice is impossible to refuse and, all you can do is let him lead you to your bedroom, abandoning the food  on the countertop. 

Yoongi is an expert at reheating leftovers as he often forgets to finish all of his food. 

The covers are pulled back despite the fact that you’re still clinging to him but, he doesn’t miss a beat as he pulls you underneath your duvet, insuring that you don’t move far from him. 

“I got you, I hear you…” He whispers into the near darkness of your bedroom, his words punctuated with more kisses. 

“I’m sorry…”  

It’s a terrible habit of yours, to apologize when you’re sad, but it’s a habit none the less. 

“Stop apologizing, you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just having a bad day baby…” 

Yoongi reserves terms of endearment for when he really means them. Sure, they slip out during heated sessions in the bedroom but, they always have a meaning and, they are never used as just another name to call you. 

“I’ve read your paper yeah? It’s full of so much passion and, research. They are going to want to publish it in an undergrad journal of some kind. You have so a way with words, it’s incredible. I know it’s easy to get swept up in the pressure and, that’s ok. Just try and remember that you’ve done your best and, that’s all you can do.” His hand combs through your hair gently, stopping at any snags along the way and, moving to a new spot as he continues, “You don’t ever have to be sorry for having a bad day. I’m not just around for the good days…” 

Shifting beneath your duvet, you peer up at him with a hopeless glance, “I just hate feeling this way, I feel weak.” 

Yoongi’s pretty mouth curves up into a fond smile as he brushes his thumb over your cheek, “You’re weak for having a bad day?” 

“I mean…no. I guess not, I just feel weak for-“ You cut yourself off as your teeth take their place on your bottom lip, “for feeling like I needed you. I knew that nothing else would have made me feel better and, I guess I’ve never been in that position before. It freaks me out a little bit.” 

Yoongi’s wise eyes follow along with your words, his smile lingering all the while, “Terrifying isn’t it?”  

You groan, burying your face into his neck, causing rickety laughter to leave his lips as he holds you tighter to his chest.  

“I…hate….feelings.” You grumble against his skin, placing a few timid kisses there. 

Yoongi continues laughing, his capable fingers brushing against the exposed skin on your back. 

“I felt the same way that night at my studio. I knew there was no one else I wanted to see.” Yoongi murmurs, the tone of his voice soothing you, “I hated that I was right. You made me feel so much better. I didn’t want you to leave the next day even though I was going to see you that night. Trust me, I understand how scary it can be to need someone but, I know for a fact you didn’t think I was weak for needing you that night. So, I don’t think you should apply different standards for yourself. That isn’t fair.” 

As expected, Yoongi provides the exact support you need. 

He’s right. 

There is no weakness in being vulnerable. 

There is no weakness in having a bad day.  

“You’re smart.” You note and, a smile breaks across your mouth as Yoongi laughs again. 

It’s one of your favorite sounds. 

“So are you.” He kisses the top of your head, his hands sliding down to your hips, squeezing at them gently, “it’s not always easy to see the good in yourself but, keep trying ok?” 

A response from you comes in the form of a nod whilst warmth flutters into your heart.  

It’s the kind of warmth only Yoongi can provide and, it makes you want to kiss him until the early hours of the morning.  

It’s a possibility right? 

You know he should probably go back to the studio after dinner. 

Yoongi maneuvers the two of you during your contemplation so that he’s in a position to connect his lips to yours. 

He’s so gentle. 

He kisses your bottom lip first, lingering for a moment before proceeding to your top lip.  

Yoongi’s hooded eyes remain partially open, staring into your own as he repeats the motions on your lips over and over again. 

You let him, enjoying the plushness of his mouth, enjoying the way he wets your lips.  

Finally though, it becomes too much and your hand reaches up to brush at the tender skin of his cheek before pulling him closer to you. 

Yoongi kisses you slowly, as he usually does but, you can feel the emotion behind it. 

The sun informs you of its dwindling position in the sky as the light in your room grows dimmer and dimmer.  

The traffic outside your window is a distant sound compared to the soft increase in breath coming from your boyfriend.  

“I love kissing you.” He whispers, suckling at your bottom lip. 

You smile into his mouth, reconnecting your lips fully before responding, “I love you.” 

His gums are out then, beaming brightly at your sudden proclamation. 

Yoongi swears he could listen to you saying those three words a million times and, he’d never get tired of it. 

“Don’t try to one up me…” He chuckles, the sound rumbling deep within his chest as he tilts your chin up towards him with one finger, “I love you too.” 

It’s your turn to grin now, your eyes likely staring up at him as if he were the greatest gift in the world. 

Because, you know, he is.  

“Is your appetite back? I can throw those dumplings on the stove really quick if you want.” He offers, his finger still hooked underneath your chin. 

Although it’s a tempting offer, it surprises you a bit and you can’t help but pout up at him. 

“Yah what’s that face for?”  

“We’ve been making out for like 10 minutes, how are you thinking about food right now?”  

Your tone isn’t accusatory as normally something like this wouldn’t phase you but, you’re a bit fragile today and, unfortunately your insecurities tend to pop out during times like these. 

Yoongi still remains endeared beneath your inquiry, a smirk at the corner of his mouth, “I’m thinking about your needs right now. If I was thinking about myself I’d probably be kissing my way up your thighs right now…” 

His answer is surprising and it’s enough to send arousal flooding to your core.  

You’re extra sensitive today and desperate for relief that you know Yoongi is more than capable of providing. 

“I don’t need food…” You grumble, trying to hide the way he affects you and, Yoongi is quick to kiss the pout of your lips, snickering as he does. 

“No? What do you need then?” 

You’re really receptive to his touch now as he slides his hands back down to your hips. 

He notices and, your reaction causes his dick to twitch in the confines of his sweats. 

“You…” You murmur against his lips, parting your legs subconsciously, “I know you probably have to go back soon but-“ 

With a furrowed brow, Yoongi moves from your lips, “Go back where?” 

“To the studio.” 

Yoongi shakes his head, pecking your lips twice in a row, “I’m not going anywhere. I told you, you’re important than anything in the studio.” 

Biting your lip, you nod, sliding your hands up his nimble arms and resting them on his shoulders, “Can you stay the night?” 

A soft smile is on his lips then, “Of course…” He whispers, before nodding to the pillows, “Now lay down for me…” 

As you’re settling back against the bed, Yoongi is up on his knees shifting so he can lay between your legs. 

Before he does though, he smirks shamelessly looking over his shoulder towards your window, “Alexa, play Yoongi’s lo-fi mix…” 

Your mouth parts in shock before a giggle rushes past your lips, “When did you have time to do that???” 

He chuckles as the music starts flooding in through the speakers, “I paired my phone with it when I set it up for you. It auto-connects whenever I come over…” 

You roll your eyes, giggling still, “I should have known- did you make a sex playlist?” 

He blushes at your accusation but, he doesn’t immediately deny it as he slowly parts your thighs, “Stop asking so many questions.” He smirks again as he hears your laughter, feeling warm at the sound of it, “Close your eyes…” 

As your giggling fades, you oblige and allowing your eyes to flutter shut. 

The low hum of the music fills you with a sense of relaxation despite the quickening of heartbeat. 

Yoongi runs his hands gently up your legs, parting them further as he allows his finger tips to tease against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. 

His motions cause goosebumps to erupt beneath his touch and, he can’t help but smile to himself at your reaction.  

It’s satisfying to know he affects you this way. 

Although, Yoongi still believes it’s incomparable to the way you affect him. 

Silence settles between the two of you for the moment as the smooth ambience of the music dances around the room.  

Yoongi continues teasing over your skin; trace shapes over your hips, fluttering his fingers dangerously close to the ache between your legs but, he pulls away to push your t-shirt up your body, revealing your breasts to him.  

You can’t see his reaction to you but, you can hear him inhale shakily at the sight of you. 

“So beautiful...” He murmurs in Korean, the sound of his voice sending a shiver up your spine. 

A smile presents itself as you recognize the word, “You said beautiful...” 

Yoongi returns your smile at your pride, nodding as he brushes his fingers over your nipples. 

“Hmm so you have been studying...” He observes and, you can feel his breath against your skin as he leans down to press a kiss between your breasts. 

You nudge him with your knee, keeping your eyes shut despite your urge to look at him, “Shut up.” 

He snickers before placing lingering kisses down the length of your torso, nipping at the top of your belly button, smirking as you giggle. 

As he gets to the waistband of your shorts, you feel around and gently brush your hand against his cheek, “I didn’t shave...” 

Yoongi doesn’t falter but, he does take your fingertip between his lips, sucking on the end of it, “Good.” 

His response fuels something inside of you and, for whatever reason, it makes you wetter. 

Acceptance in all forms is sexy, what can you say? 

Yoongi continues his motions down the seam of your shorts, spreading warmth and pleasure as he does.  

He purses his lips, hovering over the fabric right above your clit before pushing against it with his mouth, rubbing back and forth.  

The movement is slow and deliberate but, it’s enough to cause your center to throb. 

Yoongi does this for a moment, before he licks up the length of your shorts. 

You say nothing as he teases you because, you know his intention isn’t to be cruel. 

Build-up can make or break a good orgasm. 

Yoongi finally tugs down your shorts and, at the sight between your legs, he feels himself growing uncomfortably hard. 

A deep breath is pulled through your nose as you feel his lips on you. 

He kisses at your lips before licking up one side of you, then the other... 

“Fuck, I’m hungry...” 

The bit of Korean is the last thing he utters before his tongue rubs over your clit. 

The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure to the base of your spine, an unstable breath leaving your lips. 

You don’t have time to decipher what he says because, he quickly gets to work on eating you out.  

Yoongi really is an artist between your thighs.  

He knows exactly where to lick, when to suck, when to rub... 

His quick but deliberate and, yet it feels like it lasts forever every time.  

You feel his lips kissing and licking at your clit before your hands tangle in his hair, urging him to go harder. 

And harder he goes... 

You can feel yourself growing closer to cumming so, with your eyes still closed, you trail your fingers over your breasts, allowing your fingertips to ghost over hardened nipples. 

Despite your lack of vision, you can assume Yoongi is watching you by the way he groans into your pussy. 

“I wish I could do that for you.” He whispers, lightly pressing a finger against your entrance, “But I need my hands for something else.” 

“Oh-” 

The sound is involuntary, the feeling of Yoongi curling a finger inside of you prompts it from you without warning. 

Yoongi can feel how close you are and, he knows it’s a matter of time before you come into his hand.  

“Does it feel good?” His voice is deep but, it’s heightening slightly to accommodate the way he coos at you; he really can’t help it. He loves seeing you like this. 

Your rapid nod fuels him to increase his speed, his tongue still working wonders on your clit. 

“Open your eyes, try and look at me jagi...” He urges, his tone growing reedier 

Of course you do as he asks and, immediately you find his gaze despite the intial haziness in your vision. 

He’s barely illuminated by the city lights streaming in through your curtains but, you can see the loving smile on his face, the arousal heavy in his eyes... 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He whispers, pressing his fingers into your g-spot, creating a sinful amount of pleasure inside of you. 

“Yes- yoongi...” Your moan is cut off by silence as your orgasm rears it’s head, your back beginning to arch off the bed, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Yoongi-” 

He sighs hopelessly into your pussy, the sound of his name on your lips makes him weak, “Cum jagiya. You deserve it, cum for me...” 

It’s not long before you’re sitting up, ignoring the twinkling stars in your vision as you tug your boyfriend on top of you, finding his lips immediately.  

You love that you taste yourself on him and, you take your time to kiss him deeply, showing your appreciation for the work he did between your legs. 

“You came so much.” He whispers, nudging at your nose as he takes his position back against the pillows whilst pulling you with him, “You did so good...” 

Small words of encouragement mean a lot on a day where you aren’t feeling 100% and, they cause you to smile when you tuck your face into his neck. 

“I wanna make you feel good now.” You punctuate your declaration with a kiss behind Yoongi’s ear, “Can I?” 

Yoongi tilts his head to allow you better access to his neck, his hands tightening on your hips, “Please. I missed you.” 

You smile then, kissing at his sweet spot again before a request leaves your lips, “Can I give you a hickey?” 

This causes Yoongi to snicker, relishing in the juvenile nature of such a question but, he can’t deny that he likes it when you mark him. 

“Yeah...just one though.” He warns, knowing full well how decorated his neck would become if he gave you full reign, “I have a presentation in two days.” 

You don’t have control over the pout that forms on your lips, “Just one?”

Yoongi chuckles again and licks his lips before looking down at you, his brows rising in amusement, “On my neck yeah- there are other places to mark me.”

At this, you smirk, conceding with him as you secure your lips right at his sweet spot. A few kisses are placed against his neck before sucking his skin between your teeth.

Yoongi tenses up beneath you, his hands squeezing at the fabric of your shirt whilst his eyes flutter closed.

“Fuck.” He whispers, slightly breathless, “Bite harder…”

And you do by apply more force with your teeth, your free hand trailing down his stomach to palm him through his pants. His dick is pressing uncomfortably against the seam of his sweat pants, the gray material dampened with pre-cum.

“You’re so hard.” You giggle

With a loud sigh, Yoongi speaks again, his voice deepening slightly with the onslaught of arousal, “I just ate you out- what did you expect?”

With a satisfied smile, you lean back into his lips, indulging in him for a moment.

He smirks into your mouth, pulling you onto his body so you’re straddling his hips, “You wanna ride me?” Yoongi mutters whilst his hands rest on your ass.

You’re only in your t-shirt after all and, you’re now sitting on top of his hardened dick, it would only make sense to make him cum this way.

He pulls away momentarily, lips wet with spit, eyes lulled with desire, “I really want you to.” He whispers, kissing you again, batting his pretty eye lashes for you.

Biting your lip, you push his hair back away from his forehead, trying to cope with how hot he looks right now; slightly sweaty, disheveled, horny…

You want to fuck him so bad.

“Hold onto my hips and help me, I want to go at your pace…”

He smiles softly, nodding silently, heading turning toward the speaker, “Alexa- play Withdrawn by Mello…”

Your lips bubble over with laughter as a new song starts playing but, otherwise you don’t comment on it, instead opting to lean down and kiss him once more.  

Moments later, Yoongi’s eyes are rolling back as he feels you sink down on him, his fingertips pressing hard into the flesh of your hips.

“Ugh shit-“ He breathes and, with his neck fully exposed, you can admire the violet mark on the side of his throat, a sense of pride filling your gut as you do.

Yoongi’s hands guide you up and down his length, his eyes squeezing shut once again as the feeling of you begins to overwhelm.

With tender lips, you lean down, kissing up the side of his throat, ensuring that your hips keep their pace on him, “Does it feel good?” You whisper in his ear and, he’s quick to turn towards you to tuck his face into your neck.

“Y-Yeah…please don’t stop.”

You don’t.

You ride him all the way off the deep end, kissing each of his pretty features as he cums, telling him you love him as he’s coming down.

Your orgasm is a natural occurrence when he’s inside of you  but, it wasn’t your main focus.

Sex with Yoongi isn’t transactional.

There’s too much love for that.

You’re laying on Yoongi’s chest now, your fingertips tracing shapes over the skin on his ribs, admiring the instability in his heartbeat.

“I love this.” You murmur, turning slightly to press a kiss to his chest.

“My heart?” He smirks, combing a hand through your hair.

“Mhm- it’s my favorite.” Placing another kiss to his chest, you shoot him a pointed look, “If you say anything sarcastic regarding the fact that your heart is just an organ, I will fight you.

His body shakes with laughter but, he nods regardless, opting out of being a little shit.

“How are you feeling?”

You soften, resting your chin on his chest, “So much better. Thank you for coming over.”

He pinches your cheek, “I’m here for you anytime you need me. You know that right?”

Nodding, you kiss the hand against your face, “I do.”

“Good.” He nudges against your lips, his gums peeking out with smile on his mouth when you giggle. “I love you…”

With all the warmth in the world, you snuggle up to him and, he responds by tugging the blanket over the both of you.

“I love you too.”

[haechanniesunflowers]

Meeting the in-laws in Australia

Author's note(s): man I suck at writing, I have a really great story line in my head and I'm trying my best to write it like a decent quadrilingual (yes I speak 4 languages, no I'm not lying) human being but like I said I suck at it. I'm literally crying and reading such perfect fics written by people here, y'all are doing great. Also I put in some songs from my playlist pls enjoy.

Anyways, this is part 1 in honor of me reaching 500 followers (really appreciate you guys, even if we don't interact at all). Wait for part 2 and others okay bye.

Part 1

"have you packed your toothbrush?" you ask as you slumped on your bed, tired. You stare at the ceiling and tried to put your thoughts in place. Completely ignoring your husband's answer to your question.

"y/n? Hello?" Chris says, bringing you out of your trance.

"huh? Sorry I wasn't listening" you say.

"I said I packed my toothbrush but I can't find my razors and shaving cream" he said.

"where did you put it?"

"if I remembered, I wouldn't be asking you sweetheart" he smiled.

"it's your stuff, how would I know where it's supposed to be" you reply.

"spicy" he comments.

"and you can't handle spicy so stop this" you say, getting up from the bed and walking towards the closest.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him, staring lovingly into your eyes. You get shy and look away but he makes you face him again. You can see the love and desire in his eyes. Suddenly you feel conscious, he's staring at my imperfections. You weren't always confident about your looks. You didn't like your big eyes that weren't even the same size. You wished that your left eye was as big as the right one, or the right one could've been a bit smaller like the left one. And your nose? oh how you wished yours looked as good as Minho's. And your small pouty lips, why couldn't they be perfect like those kpop idol girls'. A million thoughts were running through your head and you try to free yourself from his grasp.

"look at me" he says, and you do. You look at the most important person in your life. He still gives your butterflies. His little deeds still make your heart flutter.

"what are you thinking about Chris?" your voive is barely above a whisper.

"how did I get so lucky" he swoons making you shy and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you. In reality, even after dating him for 5 years and getting married recently, you never truly understood what he saw in you. He complimented your looks, your personality, your fashion sense, everything. But you didn't see what he saw. You thought of yourself as an average looking woman who got lucky by bumping into Chris at a party and stubbing his toe and apologizing profusely. And now here you were, almost 6 years later, in your shared apartment, Mrs. Bang.

"I love you so much Chris"

"I love you so much too sweetheart" he says and kisses the top of your head.

You caress his face and say "I'd prefer you not shave anymore, I like facial hair on you"

He grins in response "you know I can't, it won't match my hair and on top of that, I can't take care of it, it's a hassle"

In this moment, you decide to tell him about your worries. He's all ears right now and you can't help but share.

"Chris I'm nervous" you start, "I know I've met your family before but that was when we were dating. I was meeting them as your family back then. This time I'm meeting my in-laws. I don't know where it's coming from but there's this pressure and just thinking about it is making me nervous. What if they don't really like me, I mean we're staying at your parents' place for the first time together. I don't know, I fear they won't like me."

He takes you to the lounge and sits you down on the couch, him next to you.

"hey I completely understand and it's okay to feel this way. Your concern is valid. But I want you to know that my family adores you. Sure they were a bit skeptical when I told them you're from a different country, speak a whole different language and your culture is different, but after they met you, they had nothing but nice things to say about you, I always tell you that. Don't worry, they like you and just be yourself. They'll get to know you more and you will fit right in. Besides, 4 weeks is a lot of time for you to get along with them. Oh and Hannah is the most excited to have you over, she says she got a good vibe the last time and felt a 'sisterly connection' I don't know"

You smile but the worry doesn't fade away.

"okay we need to pack the final things, our flight is in 3 hours Chris, get up"

"I'm going to the convenience store to get my shaving stuff, you need anything?" he says.

"no, I'll get sick if I eat anything before the flight, get me some gum please" you shudder, you had motion sickness so you preferred to skip meals before travelling.

"okay I'll be back in a flash" he says.

You go back to your bedroom to do a final check of the suitcases. You hum songs to yourself to ease the tension, why am I nervous already? Chris is right, I should just be myself and try to fit in. You reassure yourself.

You pull your phone out and start scrolling through tumblr. but what if I don't fit in? what if me being myself isn't good enough and I'm a burden for them for 4 weeks? What if I let Hannah down and don't be the sister she wants me to be? Wait, I need to clear my head. This is just going to get worse if I keep thinking about it.

You play Sun&Moon by NCT 127 to calm yourself down while you wait for Chris to return and pack his final bag. He returns after 20 minutes and you two get ready to leave for the airport. He puts the luggages and bags in the lounge and heads to take a shower before getting dressed. You check your essentials in your purse and make sure the electronics are unplugged and only the main lights of the apartment are on, like your bedroom and the lounge.

You decide to wait on the couch for Chris to finish showering so you can take one yourself. Trying your best to push the tensions aside, you close your eyes and sing a song to yourself, a habit you developed during your time in university.

So I won't hesitate~No more, no more~It cannot wait~I'm yours~There's no need to complicate~Our time is short~This is our fate~I'm yours

You're so focused on your lowkey singing that you don't realize Chris coming out of the bathroom, getting dressed and standing next to the couch, just enjoying you singing.

"hey, I'm out, your can shower now" he says in a low voice, smiling towards you.

You get up and go to the bathroom, ridding yourself of your clothes and standing under the warm water. You wanted to stay like this for some time but time was short so you get going, not really rushing yourself. You come out in a towel to get dressed, singing Fly Me To The Moon to yourself. You walk to your husband, who's patiently waiting for you.

"let's get going" you say.

He takes the luggages to the car waiting outside while you make final checkings. windows locked? check. lights off? check. stove off? check. bed made? check. passports and visas? check. door locked? check.

You both get in the car and head towards the airport. After getting the necessary procedure done everyone starts boarding. You're sat next to your husband and listen to the hostess' announcement.

"Thank you and enjoy the flight"

With that, the plane takes off. You're still nervous about meeting your in-laws but being in a plane scares you more so you're kinda preoccupied.

You look over to Chris to see him sound asleep with headphones on. great, just great.

You decide it would be best to just forget that you are thousands of feet about the ground and listen to some music. (playing LAUV's i met you when I was 18 album). You pray for things to be in favour of you and close your eyes, it's gonna be a long flight so might as well catch up on some sleep.

to be continued...

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2075

Warnings: Slow Start, Language, Tiny bit of Fluff

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

As Promised, here’s Chapter 6. I really enjoyed writing this one, heck I even laughed at one bit XD Also I’d like to thank you all for supporting my work so far, It really means the world to me that people are enjoying my work. As always Enjoy! :)

-Third Person POV

The minutes turned to hours, the hours turned into days, concern over the young girl was increasing day by day. Every single day Bucky and Steve were there, telling her how their days went and what was happening in the world all while holding y/ns hand, each day the boys watched her progress, the memory of her skin slowly regaining its colour giving them a new sense of hope.

Day by day the boys stayed as long as they could, only leaving when Mr and Mrs Barnes appeared at the door to bring them home, each time Mrs Barnes placed a small kiss on the young girl’s head before leaving. All of them taking the opportunity to show small sings of affection towards the girl, hoping that it gave her the strength to recover.

Later that night, when everyone was in bed and resting, a sharp ring disturbed the silence surrounding the house, half asleep Mr Barnes answered the phone, a wide smile appeared on his face as the news the family had been waiting for all week arrived.  Quickly the parents rushed to the boys, the pair sharing a smile as they frantically ran around the room to get ready, a few tears of happiness sliding down their faces. A huge sense of relief flowed through Bucky’s veins, all the guilt he felt throughout the week lessened, at least now he knew that he didn’t cause y/n’s death.

-Back at the Hospital

Readers POV

My eyes felt like they’d been welded shut and my head was poundin’ like nobody’s business, what the hell happened to me? Finally, I managed to open my eyes and I was immediately blinded by the bright lights shining in my goddamn face, can I not catch a break for once in my life?! A loud groan accidently slid past my lips, why is it every time I wake up some part of my body is aching? You’d think I was a pro wrestler or somethin’!

I gazed around the room, distant voices could be heard from the corridor, hang on where the hell am I? the room was decorated plain white, with a few pictures hanging on the wall and a small sofa was tucked into the back corner. Another door, presumably for the bathroom, was to the right of the window, the curtains were drawn but the steady tapping on the other side told me it was raining. What a way to come back into reality, absolutely chucking it down with rain, my dumbass soon realised that the nurses might not know I was awake, which is kind of important information.

Slowly I raised myself up, the ache on my midriff increasing much to my displeasure, as I slowly moved my legs off the edge of the bed, both were shaking with the effort of holding my body up and I hoped to god that I didn’t land on my ass anytime soon. Hang on, that might be becoming a very bad habit of mine, I’m gonna need to work on that later… finally my legs stopped shaking, taking VERY cautious steps I started making my way to the door. You’d think walking 5 feet would be easy, wouldn’t you? apparently not.

After about 3 minutes of moving like a bloody snail, I could finally reach the door handle, now for the hard part… turning the door handle, a high-pitched squeak met my ears as the door slowly flung open, the voices outside my room stopped and foot steps came towards my room. Two nurses came around the corner and stopped when the spotted me, a few seconds passed before I started to feel awkward, so I decided to wave at them to try and break the tension. Which in hindsight was one of the dumbest things I could have done in that moment, but it did seem to break them outta their trance, they both came towards me and started fussing over me, “Miss you shouldn’t have gotten out of bed! Why didn’t you just press the call button on the bed side table? how long have you been awake?” There was a bloody call button?! For the love of god!

“I woke up about 5 minutes ago, I’m sorry but could you tell me what happened to me? All I remember is fainting near the bank” The nurses shared a look, both of them ignored my question for the moment and focused on getting me into the bed and calling for the doctor, they gave me strict instructions not to move till the doctor arrived. Well, at least I know I’m in a hospital but what the hell did I do to land in here in the first place? All I remember is getting ready for the war and setting up in the dinner before it all went wrong. Shooting happened, I was taken hostage, shooting happened again, Alexi punched me and broke my nose, I was held at ransom before till I got bored and ran outta the line of fire, Bucky and Steve were pinned behind a wall, I fought with a մոխրագույն օրխիդ and got shot…wait a second…

I’M GONNA KILL THOSE IDIOTS!

I got bloody shot! How the hell did I forget that?! It’s not like I stubbed my toe, an actual bullet went inside me! Oh god are Bucky and Steve okay?! Where are they? Did they get hurt? My mind was going crazy with worry, I hoped to god that this bloody doctor got here soon, or I’d be out of here looking for those pair of numpties! A knock on the door disrupted my thoughts as a team of doctors and nurses filled the room, a few carried important looking equipment with them, a man with a clipboard approached me with a reassuring smile.

“Good Evening Miss y/n, my names Doctor Miller, you’ve been unconscious for a week or so, due to a gunshot wound to your midriff, the bullet shattered on impact and we had to operate to stop any internal bleeding. Now don’t worry too much about that, it’s in the past and there’s no lasting damage done, but we’re going to have to keep you in the hospital for one more night to monitor your vitals but after that you’ll be free to go. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask me.”

Okay, all I heard was “unconscious for a week” and “no lasting damage”, I really hope that I don’t smell too bad, my pride’s been damaged enough for one week.

“Dr. Miller, do you know what happened to the two boys that were with me at the bank? Did they get hurt at all?” I could hear the fear in my voice, I dreaded the answer and prayed to god that nothing happened to them. He took a moment to reply, my worry increasing by the second, “No, none of the boys got hurt, but I can’t say the same for some of the members of the Црни лабуд, some were killed during the fight and a few passed away in their sleep. I believe that someone called Damien is still alive though, he gave a statement that completely cleared your name in court today”

What? I can’t believe it, why would he do that? One by one everyone started to leave the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I don’t understand it at all, why would Damien go out of his way to protect me? All that’d of done was increase his jail time for human trafficking. It doesn’t make sense…

-Time Skip

At some point I fell asleep, the sound of faint whispering disturbed me from my sleep as I slowly opened my eyes, sat next to me was Bucky’s mother, his father stood behind her as they both offered me a gentle smile. A few tears slid down Mrs Barnes cheeks when she realised I was fully awake, her arms immediately enveloped me into a warm hug, “Oh my Goodness sweetheart, please don’t ever scare me like that again, I was so worried about you” I didn’t reply to her, instead I chose to hug her tighter as confusion began to cloud my mind. Why would she be worried about me? Me? Other people would have been over joyed at the news of me being shot.

Slowly she pulled away from me, choosing to look me in the eyes as carefully stroked my cheek, inspecting the few bruises littered on my face, a small sniffle grabbed my attention as I turned away from her, my eyes glanced over in the direction of the sound. There stood in the corner of the room were the boys, both of their eyes red and puffy as they cautiously made their way towards me, none of us said anything when they reached my side. My eyes scanned over Steve checking for any injuries and damage before I pulled him into a hug, his body tensed up in shock before he relaxed and returned the embrace.  “I’m so sorry y/n I never wanted you to get hurt, neither of us did we just wanted to help you” even with his voice muffled, I could tell that the poor lad was crying and I couldn’t blame him, bloody Niagara falls was streaming down my cheeks, I pulled away from him and turned to Bucky, he was looking at the floor and completely avoiding my gaze.

Oh, hell no, no sad boys allowed here! Carefully I leaned forward and grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers together as I pulled him closer, something inside me hurt when his eyes met mine, they held so much guilt, so much pain and sadness and I hated seeing him like this. No words were exchanged as he wrapped his arms around me, a sigh of relief escaped him, my arms automatically tightened around him when a single tear fell onto my neck. His silent sobs cut me down to my core, behind him Steve stood to the side, his eye meeting mine as I grabbed his hand in reassurance, once Bucky calmed down we both drew back, and I pulled both boys in front of me.  

“I want both of you boys to listen to me, none of this was your fault, this is all on me. I pushed you both away to protect you and I’m sorry for that, I should have been more honest with you, me getting shot has nothing to do with anything either of you did.” My voice was firm and assertive, but of course that didn’t stop either of them trying to argue with me. Not much of a surprise there.

“But we went in the middle of it, we tried to play the hero’s and we ended up being the villains, you should be mad, not forgivin’ our stupid asses” this is probably not the best time to notice this, but Steve just swore for the first time in his life, I couldn’t be prouder! Wait, where was I?

Goddamn it y/n, concentrate for once in your bloody life! “Okay, stop that crap right now Rodgers, none of this had anything to do with you, although I would like to ask the both of what THE HELL YOU WERE THINKING DIVIN’ INTO THE MIDDLE OF A BLOODY GANG WAR?!” it was safe to say that they weren’t excepting that.

It was actually quite funny, Bucky went completely pale and started stuttering while Steve actually jumped up in surprise and fell down, admittedly I felt a bit bad about that bit. Neither of the boys could form a coherent sentence, both completely panicking as they tried to explain the reason behind their complete stupidity. Slowly my eyebrows started to raise as a small smirk made its way onto my face, the pair of them making no sense as Bucky pointed to Steve and said something about justice. I know I shouldn’t be finding this funny, but I couldn’t help it, they were babbling like a bunch of school girls!

Eventually, they both shut up once they noticed me failing to stifle a giggle, their expression turning from ones of panic to amusement, and eventually I couldn’t contain it, “I’m sorry but your faces were bloody brilliant! Oh my god I’m dying” both of the boys rolled their eyes at me, shaking their heads as Bucky’s parents started laughing with me.

Another Chapter down, as always feel free to leave some tips on how I can improve my writing for you all, Requests and tags are open :) Thanks for Reading!

Rose xx

[spideylove2001]

A Misunderstanding Sneak Peak

Author's note: HI! This is my first fanfic, please help me out if there is any tips or tricks I could use when writing :) AND let me know if you want the full series!

Warnings: None?

“It’s not my fault that you always make bad decisions (y/n)!” Peter shouted at you, causing you to take a step back. Your once angry face was replaced with hurt as you stared at the curly headed boy in front of you. “Bad decisions?” you mumbled under your breath with a scoff. “I- You know..” your mind tried finding any sort of defense, but words seemed to fail you. Tears started to swell in your eyes as you looked away. Don’t let him see you cry (y/n), you just kept repeating that in your head as you both stood there in silence.

3 Weeks before

BUZZZ, BUZZZZ, BUZZZZ! A small groan left your lips as you flipped over in bed, slapping your hand against your phone. Slowly, you picked up the phone and checked the time, the brightness of the screen causing you to squint your eyes. As your eyes adjusted to the light of the phone you read the time, 7:00 am. With another grunt you lifted yourself from the warm bed and trudged your way to the bathroom.

After a nice long shower, you got dressed, throwing on a pair of ripped jeans, a (y/f/c) hoodie, and slipping on a white pair of converse. The soles of your shoes could be heard running down the stairs of your apartment. “(y/n), breakfast is on the table!” your mom called out. “Thanks mom!” you shouted down the hall, turning the corner you grabbed your backpack and picked up a piece of toast. “I’m heading out! Bye mom!” you said right before closing the apartment door. You ran down the stairs of the apartment complex while slipping in your earbuds. Then you were off to the train station where you would meet your friend, Peter.

Glancing down at your phone, you knew Peter should have been here by now. Looking to the left and right, you finally see a curly brown head of hair running towards you. You couldn’t help but smile as he came closer. “Hey (y/n). Sorry I overslept” he said out of breath. “I figured” you let out a small chuckle. The two of you stood there exchanging small talk until the train came and you made your way to Midtown tech.

You and Peter walked through the school doors, heading straight for his locker knowing Ned and MJ were already there waiting. “Sup Losers” MJ greeted us. “Are we still coming over for a movie night later?” Ned turned to you asking. “Oh, yeah! My mom won’t be home and she left me money for pizza later!” you gleamed with excitement. Peter frowned and let out a small sigh “about that…” he mumbled. Everyone's gaze was now on him. A small frown spread out on your features as he began talking. “I may be a little late because of the Stark Internship. “That’s okay” you smiled lightly “you’re just gonna have to pick up the pizza on your way over” Peter’s frown disappeared and was replaced with a laugh “sounds like a deal.”

The school day went by fast, knowing you had some sort of distraction. Peter. You admired him from afar, every small detail of him; the way he would run his hand through his hair to get the small curls away from his face or how he would shake his leg to keep himself from falling asleep. Every once in a while he would glance back, and you would look away quickly as if you weren’t just staring at him. In classes you didn’t share with him you felt bored and dazed, just waiting for the school day to end. Finally, the last bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

Ned, MJ, and Peter were all waiting by your locker. “Okay guys, ready to go?” you strutted over to them, giving a thumbs up.Peter looked in your direction and nodded “I’ll be over a little later, Stark internship needs me right now.” and with that Peter ran out the doors of the school. Ned, MJ, and yourself made their way back over to your place. “Okay stay right here, I just have to clean things up” you said quickly as you unlocked the door and closed it before anyone else could get in. You started frantically running around your house picking up any dirty clothes you saw laying on the floor. Then you made your way to the living room, throwing some blankets on the couch. As you were too busy running around your house, you didn’t notice that MJ decided to open the front door and walked in with Ned right behind her. As you turned around to the kitchen, that's when you saw them and your eyes went wide. “Ahh I haven’t finished cleaning yet!” MJ let out a little giggle, while Ned pointed to the side table “(y/n) watch-” it was too late. You stubbed your toe right on the leg of the table “Mother of-!” you bit your lip and hopped around on one foot trying to ease the pain on your toe.

“I tried to warn you” Ned laughed as he walked over to the DVD collection next to your tv. “What do we feel like watching?” he said as he flipped through the endless movies. MJ plopped herself down on the couch and shrugged “let’s watch something that Peter likes so that way when he gets here he’ll be all upset that he missed his favorite movie” You clapped your hands together with a small jump “that sounds perfect! So- Star Wars it is then!” Ned pulled out one of the many Star Wars movies and put it in the DVD player. “I’m ordering a cheese pizza, it should be here when Peter arrives” you smiled picking up your phone sending a quick text.

‘Hey Pete, Pizza has been ordered. Don’t be late or else no pizza for you’

‘Got it’

Hours went by, the once warm pizza, now sits cold on the kitchen counter. MJ sprawled out on the couch reading a book, Ned wrapped himself in a blanket and was laying on the floor. You were on the floor leaned up against the couch checking your phone, waiting for a text from Peter.

‘ Hey, it’s getting late. Are you still coming?’

And suddenly as if on cue, Peter burst through your front door making everyone jump. “Knocking is a thing you know” you said standing up and walking over to him. “I’m so sorry I’m late. This big thing came up at the-” “Stark Internship. Yeah we know” you cut him off, slightly irritated. “Well the pizza is cold and we just put in another movie. We decided to go with horror.” Peter picked up a plate of cold pizza and sat down next to you on the floor. At some point throughout the movie everyone fell asleep. MJ had her book covering her face, Ned used his backpack as a pillow, Peter had his head leaned back on the couch, and your head was tipping to the side. Threatening to just lean against Peter’s shoulder.

These were the nights you lived for, being surrounded by your closest friends. But perfect doesn’t last forever.

[fanficshiddles]

Caught in his web, Chapter 33

‘We should dispose of him before he gets too cocky. Tried to get more money out of me and then had the balls to try and blackmail me.’ David said while eating his sandwich.

But Loki wasn’t listening. He was staring off into space.

‘Loki!’

‘Hm, what?’ Loki snapped out of it and looked over at David.

‘What’s on your mind, you’ve been distracted all bloody morning.’

‘Sorry. I’m just trying to decide what to do about Stones.’ Loki sighed, tapping his desk.

‘Kill him,’ David shrugged.

‘That would be the best course of action. But you know I am not overly fond of disposing officers unless there is no other option.’

‘Hmmm. Have you tried to bribe him yet?’

‘No. I don’t think he is one of those that would take to that.’ Loki grumbled. He really didn’t like Stones, he had a bad feeling about him.

‘Is there still any of those delightful brownies left that Tania made?’ David asked.

Loki chuckled. ‘In the fridge. Get me one too.’

Loki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about Stones. But at the same time, he knew he had many friends on the force. So he wasn’t overly worried. It was more the fact that Stones was pulling the Chloe has been kidnapped card and trying to get her to contact him. If it was over anything else, he would be having fun with him. But over his doll, that just wasn’t on.

The day was spent doing more work at home with David. But Loki was getting bored in the evening, Chloe was still out with her friends. He hadn’t heard from her, but he knew she was safe because he would’ve heard from Ralph if there was anything wrong.

He had a couple of whiskeys before going to bed. It was after midnight and Chloe still wasn’t back, so he messaged Ralph and found out the girls had ended up going to a pub. He chuckled to himself and got into bed.

Loki was not long asleep when Chloe came home. Drunk. She stumbled in and made her way upstairs, albeit a bit clumsily. Instead of going into her room, she carried on down the corridor to the next room…

It was pitch black in Loki’s room, she tried to make her way to the bed but stubbed her toe on the leg at the end.

‘Ow! Fuck!’ She hissed.

The lamp on the bedside table was suddenly switched on, making her blink hard at the harsh light. She looked up the bed and Loki was lying there, with an amused grin on his face.

‘What are you doing, doll?’ He asked as she quickly took off her dress, chucking it onto the floor. Her knickers and bra were quick to follow and then she crawled on in the most undignified away.

‘Tryyyyying to be sexyyyy.’ She giggled and pushed the blanket out of the way, she was excited to see that Loki was sleeping in the nude. And that his cock was slowly starting to harden already, just from seeing her strip naked. Clumsiness be damned.

Loki chuckled darkly when she straddled over him, he grabbed her hips tightly and growled.

‘Well, I’d say you are succeeding, doll.’ He slid his hands up her body and squeezed her breasts, groaning as he toyed with them.

She could feel him hardening beneath her. She couldn’t resist starting to grind against him, already wet from thinking about him on the journey home. And Loki could feel that.

He slid his hands back down to her hips, holding her firmly. ‘You’re a horny little minx tonight, aren’t you?’

Chloe bit her lip and nodded. Loki lifted her up slightly, then eased her down properly onto him as he was standing to attention, wanting her. When she sank onto him, they both moaned out loud. Loki’s grip on her became tighter, pulling her right down.

‘Ohhh, doll. Always so tight for me.’ He let his head fall back as she squeezed around him, getting accustomed to his intrusion. It always took a minute or two for her body to adjust again.

It wasn’t long before she started moving on him, Loki barely needed to do anything. He just held her hips and let her do her thing. She felt so delightfully tight and warm around his cock, he wasn’t sure if he was going to last long.

He slid a hand round to her ass and gave her a squeeze, earning a moan from her. She was starting to tremble as the pleasure coursed through her, she was struggling to stay up. Loki pulled her down flush against him and wrapped his arms tightly around her, trapping her down on top of him. He then anchored his feet on the bed and started to thrust up into her quickly, making her cry out in pleasure.

She felt so helpless, even though she was the one on top.

Loki slid his hand down to her ass again and squeezed, that was the last straw to make her orgasm. She turned into a pile of jelly on top of him, melting into him. Loki came with a moan into her straight after, enjoying the way her walls fluttered around him until he finished.

He chuckled and trailed his fingers up her spine, making her whimper. But then he felt her becoming a bit heavier suddenly, and he realised she’d fallen asleep on top of him.

Smiling in amusement, he very carefully rolled them over and slid out of her. She made some noises in her sleep, but didn’t wake up properly as he got them both settled comfortably for the night.

-

Loki rolled over in the morning and smiled when he saw Chloe was awake, looking at him.

‘Good morning, doll.’ He purred, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘I must say, last night was a delight.’ He grinned.

Chloe’s eyes widened and she blushed. She rolled over to hide her face into the pillow with a groan, making Loki laugh. He slid his hand down her side and started tickling her, making her screech as she tried to bat his hand away.

As she rolled over onto her back to try and get away, he moved over the top of her and nuzzled her nose with his own.

‘Nothing to be ashamed of.’ He grinned and kissed her softly.

‘I was anything but sexy.’ She mumbled.

Loki chuckled and stroked her cheek again, smiling down at her fondly. ‘Trust me, you are always sexy.’

Chloe wasn’t sure what to make of Loki’s gentle and rather playful side, especially this morning. He seemed in good spirits and kept teasing her playfully. He was quite clingy too, didn’t let her out of bed until late morning. Kept her tightly to him, not that she was complaining. Not really. She quite liked just being with him and cuddling for a change. So she lapped it all up.

-

‘He’s a manipulative liar! He’s clearly kidnapped that girl. And how can you be so blind to not see the wrong doings in this city, all by him?’ Officer Stones said angrily to his boss at the station.

‘Enough, Stones. Remember who you’re speaking to. We’ve already looked into My Laufeyson, there is nothing going on there. He’s a valuable part of the ci’

‘Yeah he pays everyone off to keep quiet!’ Stones snapped, earning a hard glare from his boss.

‘I suggest you go home, Stones. Take the rest of the day off to calm down and think about if you want to continue to work here. You stay away from Laufeyson, stop pestering him or he will end up submitting a complaint. You’re lucky he’s a reasonable man.’

Stones humphed in utter annoyance and stormed out of the office. He went to his desk and grabbed his belongings before heading home for the day.

As he left the station, Kenneth was waiting for him outside.

‘Officer. How did it go yesterday? Is Chloe ok?’ Kenneth asked, desperate to hear if he was getting his daughter back or not.

‘Loki has manipulated everyone in this damn city. Unfortunately, to others, their story checks out. There is nothing to prove that he has kidnapped her. I’m so sorry…’ Stones felt sorry for the man as his face dropped.

‘But I am not going to stop so easily, I will do my utmost to make sure he ends up behind bars for good.’

[buildmeafairytale]

Tw - bad home life/yelling

Sorry if this doesn’t make much sense or is very readable. This is just a better way to get my feelings out I suppose. 

My home life has never been very good. I grew up with my parents fighting every night, often waking me up. As I grew older, my father started to yell at me, too. It wasn’t a surprise, as I’d seen the same thing happening with my older brother. If I stubbed my toe, I got yelled at. If I got an A-, I got yelled at. If I talked back, or forgot to call my father sir. If I cried, or if I forgot to do something that was asked of me. If I asked to go to a friends house or have one over. If I yelled back, I got yelled at. My father has never laid his hands on me, other than spanking me with a paddle or belt when I was younger, and because of this I’ve always had a hard time figuring out if the way I was being treated was abuse or not. The closest he ever came was threatening to knock my teeth out, but I thought that was normal in families. My dad, in some ways, is also my best friend. It’s so hard to try to wrap my head around. No one in the world understands me like him, probably because I’m pretty close to being him. I inherited his anger. I wish I was allowed to be soft, and sweet, and dainty, but all that’s ever been is weakness. If I cry during a sad movie, my mother would point it out to everyone. If I get offended, everyone tells me not to be so sensitive. If I’m happy, I better  be on eggshells before someone gets annoyed with me. The only emotion that has ever been allowed in my house is anger, so it’s really the only one I know how to feel. 

 I watched my mom pick her body apart in the mirror everyday. I heard her call herself fat, disgusting. I heard her tell others to stand in front of her in pictures, and I learned to hate my body too. I can feel where the roots of my eating disorder took hold, and when I lost weight because I was throwing up most meals I ate, I got praised for it continuously. My brother was the most suspicious, and found out years later once I got reckless about it. He and I don’t get along well either, but he has never been able to express his gentle side either, and the toxic masculinity shoved down his throat took a toll on him. 

The one and only time I’ve lived away from home, was a short time at an apartment last year before covid closed my school. My mental health had never been so good, but while being away from home healed me greatly, it also lost me my desensitization and armor against my family. Coming back healthier was like coming back weaker. I’ve been back for about ten months now, and It’s been hell. There has not been a week that has gone by without my dad yelling at me for something, no days without my mother’s hovering and passive aggressive remarks. How much I hate when they try to be nice to me, since it always feels like a lie. 

I’ve been a constant maladaptive daydreamer, and always made up fantastical worlds and unrealistic futures for myself to try to help convince myself to stay alive. My dad always says “do what you have to do, before you do what you want to do” but I always have things I have to do, and never allow myself to do what I want to do. Lately my fantasies have consisted less of a beautiful cottage alone in the woods, and more of me checking myself into a mental facility and giving myself a break. I want to be in sweat pants and a sweater and do whatever you do in a mental facility. 

There was another fight all day today. I’ve been crying most of the day, and my head is pounding. Everything hurts, and I’m just tired. I can’t stop crying, and when I get worked up I hit myself as a panic response. I’ve been trying so hard not to, and so far I haven’t. My dad just keeps coming back into whatever room I’m in just to yell at me or lecture me more. 

My whole life he’s told me how ungrateful, mean, and spoiled I am, so much so that I believe him. I try so hard to be kind, but it all just feels fake. Like I’m just trying to convince those around me that I’m not rotten on the inside. I’m just so tired. 

This feels so personal to post on this blog where I write stories about how bad I wanna makeout with a werewolf, but I guess it makes sense. I fantasize and write about being with monsters because I feel monstrous myself. I feel as though if I can love a scary monster and people like to read about it, maybe someone can love me, as monstrous as I may be. 

[imagine-loki]

Caught in his web, Chapter 33

TITLE: Caught in his web CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 33 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is a crime lord, a very dangerous man in the city. He is owed money, but the man is unable to pay Loki back, so Loki takes his daughter as payment instead.  RATING: M

‘We should dispose of him before he gets too cocky. Tried to get more money out of me and then had the balls to try and blackmail me.’ David said while eating his sandwich.

But Loki wasn’t listening. He was staring off into space.

‘Loki!’

‘Hm, what?’ Loki snapped out of it and looked over at David.

‘What’s on your mind, you’ve been distracted all bloody morning.’

‘Sorry. I’m just trying to decide what to do about Stones.’ Loki sighed, tapping his desk.

‘Kill him,’ David shrugged.

‘That would be the best course of action. But you know I am not overly fond of disposing officers unless there is no other option.’

‘Hmmm. Have you tried to bribe him yet?’

‘No. I don’t think he is one of those that would take to that.’ Loki grumbled. He really didn’t like Stones, he had a bad feeling about him.

‘Is there still any of those delightful brownies left that Tania made?’ David asked.

Loki chuckled. ‘In the fridge. Get me one too.’

Loki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about Stones. But at the same time, he knew he had many friends on the force. So he wasn’t overly worried. It was more the fact that Stones was pulling the Chloe has been kidnapped card and trying to get her to contact him. If it was over anything else, he would be having fun with him. But over his doll, that just wasn’t on.

The day was spent doing more work at home with David. But Loki was getting bored in the evening, Chloe was still out with her friends. He hadn’t heard from her, but he knew she was safe because he would’ve heard from Ralph if there was anything wrong.

He had a couple of whiskeys before going to bed. It was after midnight and Chloe still wasn’t back, so he messaged Ralph and found out the girls had ended up going to a pub. He chuckled to himself and got into bed.

Loki was not long asleep when Chloe came home. Drunk. She stumbled in and made her way upstairs, albeit a bit clumsily. Instead of going into her room, she carried on down the corridor to the next room…

It was pitch black in Loki’s room, she tried to make her way to the bed but stubbed her toe on the leg at the end.

‘Ow! Fuck!’ She hissed.

The lamp on the bedside table was suddenly switched on, making her blink hard at the harsh light. She looked up the bed and Loki was lying there, with an amused grin on his face.

‘What are you doing, doll?’ He asked as she quickly took off her dress, chucking it onto the floor. Her knickers and bra were quick to follow and then she crawled on in the most undignified away.

‘Tryyyyying to be sexyyyy.’ She giggled and pushed the blanket out of the way, she was excited to see that Loki was sleeping in the nude. And that his cock was slowly starting to harden already, just from seeing her strip naked. Clumsiness be damned.

Loki chuckled darkly when she straddled over him, he grabbed her hips tightly and growled.

‘Well, I’d say you are succeeding, doll.’ He slid his hands up her body and squeezed her breasts, groaning as he toyed with them.

She could feel him hardening beneath her. She couldn’t resist starting to grind against him, already wet from thinking about him on the journey home. And Loki could feel that.

He slid his hands back down to her hips, holding her firmly. ‘You’re a horny little minx tonight, aren’t you?’

Chloe bit her lip and nodded. Loki lifted her up slightly, then eased her down properly onto him as he was standing to attention, wanting her. When she sank onto him, they both moaned out loud. Loki’s grip on her became tighter, pulling her right down.

‘Ohhh, doll. Always so tight for me.’ He let his head fall back as she squeezed around him, getting accustomed to his intrusion. It always took a minute or two for her body to adjust again.

It wasn’t long before she started moving on him, Loki barely needed to do anything. He just held her hips and let her do her thing. She felt so delightfully tight and warm around his cock, he wasn’t sure if he was going to last long.

He slid a hand round to her ass and gave her a squeeze, earning a moan from her. She was starting to tremble as the pleasure coursed through her, she was struggling to stay up. Loki pulled her down flush against him and wrapped his arms tightly around her, trapping her down on top of him. He then anchored his feet on the bed and started to thrust up into her quickly, making her cry out in pleasure.

She felt so helpless, even though she was the one on top.

Loki slid his hand down to her ass again and squeezed, that was the last straw to make her orgasm. She turned into a pile of jelly on top of him, melting into him. Loki came with a moan into her straight after, enjoying the way her walls fluttered around him until he finished.

He chuckled and trailed his fingers up her spine, making her whimper. But then he felt her becoming a bit heavier suddenly, and he realised she’d fallen asleep on top of him.

Smiling in amusement, he very carefully rolled them over and slid out of her. She made some noises in her sleep, but didn’t wake up properly as he got them both settled comfortably for the night.

-

Loki rolled over in the morning and smiled when he saw Chloe was awake, looking at him.

‘Good morning, doll.’ He purred, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘I must say, last night was a delight.’ He grinned.

Chloe’s eyes widened and she blushed. She rolled over to hide her face into the pillow with a groan, making Loki laugh. He slid his hand down her side and started tickling her, making her screech as she tried to bat his hand away.

As she rolled over onto her back to try and get away, he moved over the top of her and nuzzled her nose with his own.

‘Nothing to be ashamed of.’ He grinned and kissed her softly.

‘I was anything but sexy.’ She mumbled.

Loki chuckled and stroked her cheek again, smiling down at her fondly. ‘Trust me, you are always sexy.’

Chloe wasn’t sure what to make of Loki’s gentle and rather playful side, especially this morning. He seemed in good spirits and kept teasing her playfully. He was quite clingy too, didn’t let her out of bed until late morning. Kept her tightly to him, not that she was complaining. Not really. She quite liked just being with him and cuddling for a change. So she lapped it all up.

-

‘He’s a manipulative liar! He’s clearly kidnapped that girl. And how can you be so blind to not see the wrong doings in this city, all by him?’ Officer Stones said angrily to his boss at the station.

‘Enough, Stones. Remember who you’re speaking to. We’ve already looked into My Laufeyson, there is nothing going on there. He’s a valuable part of the ci’

‘Yeah he pays everyone off to keep quiet!’ Stones snapped, earning a hard glare from his boss.

‘I suggest you go home, Stones. Take the rest of the day off to calm down and think about if you want to continue to work here. You stay away from Laufeyson, stop pestering him or he will end up submitting a complaint. You’re lucky he’s a reasonable man.’

Stones humphed in utter annoyance and stormed out of the office. He went to his desk and grabbed his belongings before heading home for the day.

As he left the station, Kenneth was waiting for him outside.

‘Officer. How did it go yesterday? Is Chloe ok?’ Kenneth asked, desperate to hear if he was getting his daughter back or not.

‘Loki has manipulated everyone in this damn city. Unfortunately, to others, their story checks out. There is nothing to prove that he has kidnapped her. I’m so sorry…’ Stones felt sorry for the man as his face dropped.

‘But I am not going to stop so easily, I will do my utmost to make sure he ends up behind bars for good.’