#Let my Lego boys have some peaceful sleep for once

[nacho-business1]

Thought: Lego has a lot of characters with sleep problems. What makes this hilarious? The fact they decided instead of letting these characters get some sleep they make entire show where basically everything has to do with sleep and dreams.

[honeyhenry]

Sweet as Pie

With some much needed time off, and excitement crisp in the air, you had flown over to Jersey with your husband Henry for Christmas to stay with his family, and they had been delighted to have you both back on his homeland. You settled in to Henry’s old room, unpacking all of the gifts you had brought for his family. You knew his nieces and nephews were going to love you even more when they saw what would be lying for them under the grand Christmas tree in the living room. Secretly, you were their favourite - not that they’d ever tell their poor Uncle Henry.

The large home is tidy, but scattered with family members in every room, all feeling at home in the place where Henry and his brothers grew up. You’d been able to catch up with the relatives you didn’t often see, and promise to spend some quality time together over the holidays.

It was so sweet to watch all the children’s faces light up on Christmas morning. You were glad that you and Henry could be spared an extra few moments in bed, being the only childless couple in the house. Yet moments later, Kal had leapt onto the bed - much to Henry’s annoyance; “down Kal, careful now” -  as soon as he had heard the pattering of his small friends’ feet out in the hallways. And what Kal wanted, you usually gave him.

Which is why, at 6.45am, Kal dragged you and in turn, dragged Henry down to the living room where the rest of the family sat, with the kids lit up like the Christmas tree that their plethora of presents laid under, grinning to their bleary eyed parents who’d barely had a wink of sleep on the cold winter morning.

“You’d think after 6 years it gets easier” you’d heard someone murmur, and so you’d decided to put the kettle on for those poor souls. Luckily for you, 45 minutes later, you’re able to snuggle back into bed with Henry, warming your feet on his legs to annoy him. You kiss the offended pout right off his face, before feeling his beefy arms wrap around your waist. It’s the last thing you had recalled, as you dozed off in his arms only seconds later, feeling his fingertips rub against your hip softly.

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The kitchen was bustling with about 10 bodies all completing their various tasks; cooking, washing, baking, roasting, timing and tasting. Well, you had kicked your husband out of the kitchen for sneaking a taste of your dessert before it was ready, chastising him out of the door. 

“You can either help properly or go and play with your siblings” you had bargained while he’d grinned, leaning against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down like you were a pastry he was keen to ravish himself; “But who is going to compliment the chef?”

With that, you’d folded your arms across your chest, blushing at his words. The cheek of that man was not lost on you, and it still got you every single time. 

And you loved him for it.

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The meal was a total success. A wonderful soup starter, followed by a small appetiser, and then the most magnificent turkey. Feeding over 20 people - now probably closer to 30 if you were to include the children who were growing up so quickly in front of your eyes - had proven to be difficult, but it was a challenge the family had clearly tackled before.

You had been so excited to prepare the desserts, and present your dish. However, halfway through the day, somewhere between the main course, watching your nephews with their new toys, and the dessert course of the delicious homemade Christmas feast, you’d fallen asleep on the sofa completely tuckered out. Your legs rested on Henry’s lap as he’d covered you with a hand-knitted blanket that he’d once slept with as a boy. Henry’s mother speaks up, careful not to wake you. She has a gleam in her eye, not that you or even Henry notice, too wrapped up in your own cozy sleepy bubble together by the fire.

“Dessert can wait” his mother says to the gaggle of children and adults swarming the living room, “go out and get some fresh air.”

She turns to the children, specifically.  “Do not disturb your Aunt, okay?”

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Your cheeks are warm as the fire heats the living room, and after a particularly competitive game of rugby with his brothers, nieces, and nephews, Henry quietly checks on you. He had left the room earlier when you had shifted your legs slightly, taking the opportunity to get some fresh air himself. It had indeed been a long day. His brothers had questioned your tiredness briefly, making sure you were well. With the knowledge that you were simply sleepy, they had begun to joke that you obviously just couldn’t keep up with the rest of the Cavills - despite having married into the family for 2 years and been around for the holidays for 4. Henry had promised them that you were fine -  that you still weren’t used to the long trip back to the island for the holidays. 

Not exactly a fib, he’d thought.

Kal was laid beside you, loyal as ever, watching out for anyone who may disturb your rest, sending a rumbling growl towards anyone who approached. Except Henry. 

While checking on you now to make sure you were still comfortable and resting well, he smiled, taking a picture of you wrapped up cosily by the fire, at peace in his childhood home, completely at rest and ease with him and his closest relatives. Petting Kal softly, he thanks him for looking after his mama so well.

“So?”

His mother, he hears. She’s alone for once as there was no one rushing to check for updates on food, no enquiries about the house, or any funny stories woven into a ten minute tale from her grandchildren. She’s alone, with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised.

Henry stands up straight. There’s nothing that can wipe the tremendously cheesy grin off of his face. He can’t even speak. Even after dessert had finished, you were the one who would be doing all the talking, the telling, the explaining.

“Mum-”

“Henry. She’s not ill. and i know you’re sensible enough to not be up the whole night with your wife...at least under my roof. So…?”

He looks over at your peaceful form, and then scratches his neck, blushing at being caught out, but also ecstatic that he can finally say something about it.

“She’s eleven weeks. We’re expecting a baby next summer”

With that, his mother almost leaps with joy over to her son, who she hugs closely despite the obvious height barrier. 

“Oh i knew it, I knew it! I’m so happy for you Henry, for you both. I thought, ‘She normally loves that bread for starter’, hm? Oh my boy! A father!”

With her proclamation, Henry finds that he has tears in his eyes as he holds his Mother close, finally glad that it’s not just a little secret between the two of you - well, the two of you and Kal, who had already been a stellar protector and big brother.

“We had planned to tell everyone after dessert…we’ve known for nearly 2 months and it’s been killing me that I couldn’t say. We’ve had to be so careful-“ 

“Henry?” he hears your quiet voice from across the room, as Kal’s collar jingles. He turns to see you sitting up from your nap with Kal booping his nose at your stomach. You’re scratching at his head, thanking him for being such a wonderful boy, while looking up at the two Cavills.

It takes less than a second for you to realise what is happening in front of you. Your jaw drops and louder than your previous call, you exclaim, “Henry you told her?”

“She worked it out! Practically forced it out of me.” he grins, holding his hands up as his Mother pretends to smack his arm.

You stand, watching not to step on Kal or any stray Legos that your nephews have left strewn across the floor, and walk over to hug her. She’s been so caring and kind since you’ve joined the family all those years ago, and you know that she will be an incredible Grandma to your little one. 

Breaking apart from the hug, you find Henry pulling you to him carefully, letting you melt into his side. Kissing your forehead he asks, for your ears only, “Good sleep? No pains? Sickness?” He has a small crease of worry between his brows and you always do your best to soften that small tense area with regular updates and sweet kisses.

“Yeah i’m okay honey” you reassure him, patting your stomach, “this ones growing up a storm in there”. 

And they really are. Henry’s mother cannot believe she’s seeing it, and mostly can’t believe she missed it. You’re already showing, but a large loose sweater -probably one of Henry’s old ones that has since become yours - over your dress, has hidden a sizeable roundness to your stomach that you were excited to finally show.

“How did I miss this!” Your mother-in-law gasps, causing you to grin, and Henry’s chest to puff with utter pride and excitement.

“I know it’s bordering on having too much to eat, but we’ve been hiding it for a couple weeks now. Doctor thinks that baby’s gonna be big. Just like their daddy.” You explain, giving your stomach another gentle rub, surprised to find Henry’s hand there on it already.

If you’d thought Kal was protective, Henry was another thing altogether.

He’s still grinning as you kiss him, before you pull away to speak more to his mother about all the details, especially when you’ll be coming over to Jersey again. Kai follows you closely, making sure you’re staying safe. He’s known that there’s something up with his mama, there has been for weeks, especially with the way his master looks after you now.

Henry, deciding to be sneaky while the two women in his life are currently distracted chatting, takes another taste of the dessert you made, now set out on the kitchen. The worst part is, he thinks he’s got away with it.

He realises he doesn’t the second you smack his hand from the dessert.

“Strike two Mr Cavill! Step away from the pie.”

“And if I don’t?” he raises an eyebrow, watching your reactions as you hold a butter knife in your hand trying to look at least vaguely threatening - failing miserably. “Maybe i’ll strike out tonight, hm?” he continues with that wonderfully mischievous glint in his eye, taking cautious steps towards you. “You look even sweeter than your pie with this little bump here. Maybe I’ll have a taste later after all.” 

Henry’s mother had not been right in her assumptions, for under her roof, you and Henry were not sensible at all.

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[khaleesiofalicante]

Hellooo!!

How have you been? I hope you enjoy your break! Did you have enough sleep and water? What kind of tea did you drink? Sending all my love from here💙💙

Now, besides all the love, I feel like I will be crying, so let's do this 😂

What has Max been doing with magic? I don't like this...

"He had been using his magic to keep his heart beating. If he stopped using his magic, it felt like his heart would stop too." Not to be dramatic, but this is killing me....

THE LONDON BOYS! I didn't remember... This is somehow worse 😭 Jackson. I can't.

"Because that’s what dad did. He always stepped up and did his job – no matter the pain." THIS. This is so true

Ok, I'm crying for that speech. Literally crying...

Black fire. I have no words

"I couldn't even give him the one thing he asked of me.” Oh god this is pure pain!!

"Max had always felt that way – like he was a bomb about to go off." THIS is so complicated and sad 🥺🥺

"His father put his arms around him and counted to ten softly." Will Alec Lightwood-Bane stop being so perfect? Jk, I hope he doesn't 💙💙

“Bapak and Rafe will help you.” “What about you?” Max frowned. His father smiled. “Me too. Yes.” (I don't like where this is going... Is he sick? Is there something wrong?? Beside the obvious?? Jjsusbdk im confusion...)

🥺🥺 Alec taking care of Max with the alliance rune made me emo🥺🥺

Really, Alec Lightwood-Bane needs a rest!!

Shit. Helen is sick!!! Brain tumor!!! This is too much

No, no, no. I don’t like this...Alec can’t go!!

“Except put together that Star Wars Lego set,” Oh god😂😂

They are so precious and perfect for each other it physically hurts!!

CLARY!!! It's too much pain!! “He never got to call me mom.”🥺🥺

Well, at least they are communicating…

“Only a fool would willingly walk into Edom.” I don’t want to ruin it for you...But you kind of did…

Clary and Magnus are an underrated duo and I hope they have some peace after that. I can still hope, ok??

“The criminal and the dreamer. They had to feel the same pain.” This sounds like a fairy tale, ngl

“In sickness and in health, right?” These two need to stay together… Rosewood would be a badass couple and I’m 100% sure about that

“My parents still sing to me when I can’t fall asleep. I kinda like it.”🥺🥺 This too much!

Juahsziuew Rosewood!!!

“But no. He wasn’t going to assume what she wanted. Bapak had told him never to assume.” I will say this a thousand times. Parenting done right!💙

“Divine offering.” Sounds accurate

For someone who likes order, Rafael is such a mess😂

Uhuyshuda literally screamed at all that. and the “Kiss me. Destroy me. Do whatever you want with me” quote fucking destroyed me!!

“It’s a family thing,” Yes it is💙💙

Fuck. Fuck. I would literally like to quote everything here!! He is so cheesy I can’t!!! But this would be longer, and I have to sumon all my self-control to just stay in WOW!!!I LIVE FOR THIS!!💙💙💙

“But then the girl walked into the room as if Lexi’s gayness had summoned her.” Her Gay Panic is giving me life!!😂😂

“First, the fake dating and now the bed-sharing. Lexi was living inside a fucking fanfiction.” Bro, you are breaking the fourth wall!!

Julian calls her Olly!!! The pain is back :)

What?? Not the dreams again. Oh God, I didn't know that she used to dream about David!!And now!!! I’M SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW!!

I have so many questions and 0 answers!!! Anyway, love the chapter and I’M LIVING FOR THE ANGST!! Sending all my love once again!!💜

I loved this so much. As always, I love reading about the parts and traits that resonate with the readers. It's so rewarding and motivating. Thank youuuuuuu

I'm good. It's raining (night here) so I am loving it. I have to submit an assignment tomorrow and I haven't started yet lol. So gonna make some tea and work on that dxkhjfkjsdhf.

I drink mint green tea in the morning/day/evening and butterfly pea flower tea at night 💙

I hope you are doing well too. Sending you some nice chill, rainy vibes.

[imagine-loki]

The Bitch of Daggers

TITLE: The Bitch of Daggers  CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Four  AUTHOR:  i-would-kneel-for-loki ORIGINAL IMAGINE:  Imagine there being someone else like Loki in the Avengers and them meeting, that could never go wrong, could it? RATING: NOTES/WARNINGS: Feel free to give me your ideas on the story and if there’s anything I should improve or write, would love to hear your thoughts! :) 

“Loki for fuck’s sake what are you doing?” I was incredulous. It had been a week since I joined and had been spending most my time with Loki since he was the most fun and less busy than all. We pulled some pranks that weren’t well received and that got us an earful from Cap and the Director.

“So Tony goes to see Pepper for two hours every day at 7 in the night, and during that time Bruce takes a coffee break while watching a movie in the living room. Rhodey is always sleeping at this time, meaning we can act without getting caught.” Loki began explaining his plan, he was bored so decided to prank the science bros. “We will go in and set the magical thin thread that will alarm me once they cross it. Then I’ll have the dead looking illusions rise from the ground. Do you understand?”

“Uh huh.” I nodded, unsure about all this. Though his scheming was great and I certainly admired it, I was not looking forward to their reactions that I was more than certain were going to be rage-filled. He rose his eyebrow, catching onto my sceptical tone. “But what if they get really pissed? Like, really really mad? You know? What if we get like, grounded or something?”

He sighed irritated, rolling his eyes and turning to look at Tony who was on his way to the lab. “Trust me gæludýr, if that occurs, it will be worth it.” He chuckled with a smirk. God, does he look beautiful, he looks so young and carefree, eyes glowing with mischief. I had only agreed to this because I wanted to see him smile, causing chaos and mischief seemed to always brighten up his days.

“Wait what?” I asked bemused. “What did you just call me?” But he completely ignored me, smirking he went back to his couch and resumed reading his book. I let it slide, sat on the other end of the couch and continued reading my book.

Time had passed and sure enough, at 7 PM, we saw Tony walk to the elevator, and Bruce came out 5 minutes after him. We left the library quietly, looking around to make sure that we wouldn’t get caught. We made our way to the lab, scanning the place to make sure no one was here and placed the thread. “God they’re gonna go fucking ballistics over this.” I muttered amusingly. Loki only laughed, clearly happy with his plan, he seemed right at that moment, as if he was where he belonged. Perhaps he was.

After finishing we went back to the library. Two hours later, screams and curses rang through the floor, I looked at Loki to see him grinning like a madman, happy. Seconds passed when suddenly we heard, “LOKI AND OCÉANE, YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD.” Tony was enraged. We got shit for it from mainly Cap and Fury, Bruce was scarred for life, he had also hulked out from the intense fear that coursed through him the moment he saw dead bloodied bodies floating around the lab.

“It’s simple fun elskan, no need to get worried.” He smirked. He has to stop calling me names I don’t understand, this was the second time in a row. “Do not tell me you don’t enjoy annoying them?”

“Oh I do, believe me. But what if Fury denies I see Flora because of this?” I whined stomping my foot. He looked up with furrowed eyebrows, his face studying me. “You know what? It’s almost midnight, I’m gonna go take a bath, see ya.”

I had just got out of the shower and was wearing panties and a bra when Loki charged in, completely oblivious and unaware of the term privacy. He looked at me and stopped in his place, looked me up and down then licked his lips, “Well what a sight for sore eyes.” His eyes darkened.

“What do you want horn boy?” I said with an eyeroll. As I was getting a shirt from my drawer, a hand snaked around my waist and pushed me against a wall. Loki was towering over me, his breathing heavy and body pressed against mine. “Loki,” I said shakily, “What are you doing? Get off.” But I didn’t make an effort to pull him off and he took that chance by taking my hands into one of his and pinning them above me, his right knee between my legs, rubbing me. He dipped his head in the crook of my neck and began leaving open-mouthed kisses.

All sense had disappeared when I felt his soft lips against me. “Do you truly want me to get off you?” He whispered in my ear, his voice like sin and silk. He rubbed harder against me and I gasped, rolling my head to the side when he began the assault on my neck again. I began breathing hard and whimpering when he suddenly pulled back, letting go of me and taking two steps away, a large grin on his face when he saw my hands still over my head. “Stark wanted me to get you down for dinner.” With a twinkle of mischief in his eyes and a lick of his lips, he walked out, leaving me wide eyed and panting. That little bitch.

I went down to the living room after wearing pyjamas then sat next to Loki and Peter on the couch, Scott came over right when I did, “What do you guys want?” He had an awkward father smile.

“What’s on the menu?” I asked with a smile. Scott was one of the sweetest in the team, he always took on the role of the father, especially with me. At first, I found it annoying and amusing, but now it’s become rather endearing. He handed me a leaflet and I skimmed through it, “Pizza please.” I then looked up at Loki and threw him the brochure, making him scowl at me, “Your turn to choose Loki,” then flashed him a toothy grin.

“Sushi for me.” He didn’t even look at the paper, then handed it to Scott. I was surprised he didn’t fling it at him, but then again Scott was always nice to him, I guess he didn’t find a reason to be rude.

“What about you Pete?” I turned to Peter who was busy building Legos with Ned, his best friend. He looked up confused, oblivious to our conversation. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Oh uh, I’ll have pizza.” Scott smiled with a nod, muttering ‘okay’ before leaving.

During dinner Loki sat opposite me, and as soon as we all sat down, he nudged my leg with his under the table, gesturing to Thor with his head, making me look at the latter wondering just what the trickster was up to.

The God of Thunder had ordered chicken wings, so when he went to pick up another piece, it flew from his hand and around the room. I burst out laughing at Thor’s shocked expression, a few others also laughed, but the bulky man soon turned angry. “LOKI!” He bellowed, “STOP WITH THE TRICKS.” But Loki was having none of it, he kept his little display of magic until he was satisfied with the amount of laughter that erupted from the table. When he put it back down in front of his brother, he turned and winked at me, causing me to chuckle even more. “Lady Océane!” Thor called out with his booming voice, making me look at him again, “How are you settling in?”

“I’m actually settling in pretty well,” I replied honestly with a grin, “I’ve enjoyed the last couple of days, it’s like a little family here.”

“Well that’s good to hear, we’re glad you’re enjoying it.” Cap said with a smile. “Nick Fury called this morning. Said he wanted you to see him first thing tomorrow morning.” I nodded.

“I’m glad we haven’t had missions this week. It’s good to have peace.” Tony added.

“Big mood Tony.” Cap said with a serious face followed by a sigh. I choked on my slice of pizza with laughter, Peter who sat beside me chuckled. Tony turned to him with a look of disbelief and anger.

“Peter we’ve talked about this.” Peter and I laughed at Tony’s amused but furious face. “Anyway, Poseidon, do you have battle armour?”

“Poseidon?” I raised an eyebrow. “And no, I usually just wear black clothes, any type of black clothes.” I ate another pizza slice. “Hey Cap?” Steve turned to me, “Did Fury say what he sought me out for?”

“Uh yeah, something about your little sister.” I was shocked, and apparently it was obvious on my face because Loki gave me a concerned look, but I gave him a small smile to reassure him.

After dinner, Loki and I were in the library when I quietly asked. “So I was wondering, if Fury allows me to visit Flora tomorrow, would you uh- would you like to… accompany me?” I looked up at his face to try and gauge his expression, he was shocked and I immediately feared the awaited rejection. “You don’t have to though, it’s okay. I was merely pondering, I’m sorry, forget I asked.”

“No it’s okay I- I would love to.” He had a small warm smile, and I flashed him one right back, ecstatic that he agreed.

[slightlymore]

please feed us some doyoung fluff, we starving 😭

words: 975

fluff, dy

"Do you and uncle Doyoung also kiss?"

Sat down on said man's childhood house floor, you felt your eyes widen and cheeks heat up at the little boy's words. Doyoung, in the same position as you at your right, let out a surprised and nagging huff.

"Hey, that's not something you can just ask," he ruffled the child's hair.

Doyoung's nephew shrugged his small shoulders with a pout and continued assembling the colourful Legos you gifted him for his birthday.

"Mom and dad kiss often because they love each other."

You chuckled and eyed Doyoung's sunlit face with the corner of your eyes. He was amused but dumbfounded at the same time as his lips were open trying to say something back but not knowing which words to choose from.

His nephew interrupted him.

"Do you love uncle Doyoung?" the boy raised his big eyes to look at you again, taking you both by surprise a second time. You tightened your lips together, Doyoung's gaze burning your face, and looked at your hands in the lap as they started to smooth imaginary wrinkles on your summer dress.

"I do love him. But we haven't kissed yet," you replied honestly with a tiny voice and the boy looked satisfied but when he looked at Doyoung he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Uncle Doyoung. I think you should kiss Y/N," he shared with a cute but serious voice. You laughed, covering your mouth with one hand and Doyoung blinked while scratching the back of his head.

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You ignored the quick glances Doyoung kept throwing at you afterwards as you played with his brother's baby boy.

"Please come, he'll love you," Doyoung said a few days prior to that, inviting you to the little party.

You shifted your weight side to side, one hand tugging at your backpack.

"I'm not sure. That sounds like a very intimate reunion. I'm just…," but Doyoung talked on top of you.

"A dear friend. I would have died in this college room if it wasn't for you forcing me to eat three meals a day," he smiled warmly. "Besides, you've already met my brother and his family once. They also insisted on you to come."

The summer break was the second most sad period of the year after Christmas. Unable to go home for the holidays, you would roll on your bed for days until it was time to start the uni classes again. Doyoung was delicate enough to not bring up your loneliness or family problems. But he was also kind enough to ask you to spend time with his family instead, masking his consideration for "we can have free drinks" so that you can laugh and say that "Doyoung, it's a toddler's birthday".

Now, listening to his family hyper chatter all around the barbecue, the smell of the food caressed your nostrils, coming through the big open windows of the living room, you were glad that you accepted to come.

"Y/N! It's read-," Doyoung budged inside the house but you were quick to shush him.

He stopped in place for a moment and took in the view of his nephew asleep in your arms. You smiled at him and you both looked at the boy's peaceful expression for a little while.

"Here, I'll put him to sleep," Doyoung then whispered and knelt in front of you extending his hands, wrapping the child's body with his arms and pulling him softly to his chest.

You looked at the man's smiling face as he turned around then at his back and had to inhale and exhale slowly, calming the butterflies in your stomach, just like you've been doing for the past few months. When you couldn't see him anymore you looked at your hands and smiled seeing the hard work you and Doyoung's nephew put into drawing with multi-coloured markers.

"I'm sorry you had to take care of him all afternoon."

You jolted a little at the sound of his voice and jerked your face towards the bathroom entrance where Doyoung stood, one shoulder resting on the door, arms crossed on his chest and a peaceful expression. You smiled back and turned the water off before grabbing a towel and drying your wet hands.

"It's fine. I enjoyed myself," you assured him.

"He likes you a lot," and something in Doyoung's tone made you stop your motions and look at his face again. His eyes were dark and his cheeks slightly pink from being outside. You couldn't stare too much though and you soon found yourself shifting glances all around the room.

"I like him a lot too. He's a very sweet boy."

Then the silence engulfed you both.

"Come here," Doyoung ordered softly.

You felt your mouth dry but walked the few steps separating you from him, unsure of what he wanted. The man slid one hand around your waist and put the other on your jaw, slowly cupping your cheek making your breath hitch. He stared at you from underneath his fringe as if asking permission and you closed your eyes with trembling lids, fingers grabbing the shirt on his shoulders as he placed his lips on yours.

He smelled like clean cotton under sun rays and you smiled into the kiss, realizing that you've unconsciously attributed that scent to home and safety.

"Was that the truth?", Doyoung's breath tickled your lips when he pulled away.

It was obvious what he referred to. You rubbed your cheek onto his palm and he held you even closer.

"Of course. Do you lie to children?"

"Of course, I lie to children," he chuckled when you lightly hit his chest.

"Now I can be honest with him as well," Doyoung added with a more serious tone and you tilted your head to the side as if questioning him what that meant.

"Now I can tell him that I do kiss you too because I love you."

[red-jaebyrd]

The Lights Will Lead You

Whumptober #10 - Trail of Blood

A five year old boy clutched his bleeding arm to his chest and frantically trudged through the grounds of his next door neighbor’s back garden. There he saw a large house with its lights on calling to him like a beacon. Help was there.

He knew he had neighbors. He had watched the older man, the butler his parents called him, tending to the roses sometimes when he climbed the tree near the garden wall. An older boy also lived there, Dick Grayson, the acrobat. He also lived in the house with Mr. Bruce. He had never talked to the boy or the older man; older people didn’t like talking to kids. But right now he needed a grown-up and fast.

He legs and lungs burned from the exertion. His elbow throbbed and bled under his hand, but he continued to run through his neighbors back garden until he reached the house. He found a back door and knocked as loudly and quickly has his little hand would allow. The blood on his hands made it hard to make a fist, but he kept pounding on the door until someone came to answer it.

A porch light came on and he could see someone approaching the door. The older man who tended the garden answered it.

“Hello, oh dear, Master Tim…,” the man said, ushering him inside the house. He crouching down to Tim’s eye level scanning his body for injuries. “My dear boy, are you alright? Are you hurt?  Is this your blood?”

Tim looked down at his hands and all down his front. The blood was still all over. The cut from his elbow made a small trail on the clean kitchen floor. He clutched his hurt arm tighter to his chest. He tried to talk, but a painful lump in his throat prevented him from getting any words out. Frustration bubbled in his chest and he started crying. The butler held him tightly whispering words Tim couldn’t really hear.

“Alfred, who is at the door? Oh crap, what the heck happened to him?”

“Master Dick, I need you to go get Master Bruce this instant.”

“Yes sir.”

Tim continued to sob as the butler, Alfred, held him and stroked his back. Soon heavy footfalls made it into the kitchen. When Tim pulled away from Alfred, he saw the mess he had made on the butler’s once white crisp shirt.

“G-get…h-help.” Tim muttered.

“Tim, can you tell me what happened?”

Tim straightened at the sound of the voice and looked directly into Mr. Bruce’s eyes.

“F-find s-safe.”

“Tim, you’re safe here. I promise,” Bruce reassured. “Alfred, call the police. Tell them to go to the Drake’s residence. Dick, I need you to get some of your old clothes. We need to get him cleaned up.”

Clean. Tim latched onto the word. He rubbed his hands along his trousers, but the action did nothing to take the blood away. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse.

Bruce turned to go down the cave and change, but Tim grabbed his hand.

“S-stay?”

Each word took forever to come out of Tim’s mouth. He usually didn’t have this much trouble talking. In fact, talking was something his parents always told him was something he did too much of all the time. Why couldn’t he tell them what happened? Why couldn’t he make any sense?

“Help.”

Bruce crouched down so that he was eye level to Tim. He squeezed Tim’s hand in his.

“Help is coming, Tim. I promise. But you need to stay here where it’s safe.”

Tim nodded. “Safe.”

“You’re safe with us. Stay here with Alfred and Dick, understand?” Bruce asked.

“Stay,” Tim whispered.

“I think the boy is shock, Sir,” Alfred said.

“I agree. Alfred. I think maybe giving him a bath will help him. We’ll need to save his clothes for the police. Get some gloves and a paper sack for his clothes.”

“Very well, Sir,” Alfred answered. He then turned his attention to Tim. “Master Tim, come with me, and we shall get you cleaned up.”

Alfred extended his hand out for Tim to take. Tim took the offered hand and allowed himself to be led to the washroom by Alfred.

“You’re going to the Drake’s house, aren’t you?” Dick asked.

“I’m going to see what I can find before the police get there. Stay here with Tim and Alfred. I’m sure Tim can use your company.”

***

Bruce hurriedly went to the cave and changed into his Batman uniform. He made it to the Drake’s house before the police arrived.

He swept through the entire house taking pictures of the crime scene. It had been ransacked. The intruders had likely been looking for specific items. It wasn’t surprising given Jack and Janet’s line of work at archeological dig sites. The recent dig site they were at had sparked rumors of a particular piece of an ancient art, mainly potted sculptures that dated back centuries. The pieces were said to be worth a small fortune.  

Despite the mess inside the house, there were no signs of forced entry. It looked like the Drakes had known the person who had robbed them and willingly let them in. Bruce followed a trail of blood from the foyer to an upstairs office.  Jack Drake lay face down with gunshot wounds to the head and leg.

Bruce followed another trail of blood that went from the office to the east wing of the house. Janet Drake lay slumped outside a closed bedroom door. There was a gunshot wound on her abdomen. Blood trickled down her mouth, her eyes were slightly opened, yet unseeing. Bruce checked for a pulse. There was nothing.

He tried opening the door, but it was locked. He pulled out a set of lockpicks and was able to get the door opened.  Bruce looked around and his heart sank. This was Tim’s bedroom. Tim was probably in here when his parents were robbed and shot. He grabbed a bag from the closet and began putting in clothes, some toys, a stuffed bear, books and a much loved and worn blanket from the bed into the bag.

A breeze blew in from the opened window of the bedroom. The window must have been where Tim had climbed out and ran for help. There were small bloody hand prints on the window sill. Bruce could now hear sirens and see the red and blue glow of the police cars, which was his cue to leave. He headed for the window and climbed out.

Once he arrived back at the Cave he uploaded the pictures into the Batcomputer. He was just about to type up a report when he heard Alfred arriving down the steps.

“Commissoner Gordon is here to see you, Sir.”

“Thanks Alfred. Tell him I’ll be right up, oh and take this bag to Tim’s room, please.”

Bruce quickly changed into a t-shirt and sweats and headed up to the main floor of the Manor. Commissioner Gordon and a young officer were waiting in the sitting room for Bruce.

“I have officers already at the Drake residence,” Gordon said. “Alfred informed me that the Drake boy came here for help. We will eventually need to speak with him, not tonight, but soon.”

Alfred handed Bruce the brown paper sack containing Tim’s clothes.

“Here are the clothes he was wearing,” Bruce said, handing the bag to Gordon. “I couldn’t make him stay in those clothes any longer. He was in shock and he needed to get clean as soon as possible. We took all the necessary precautions.”

“Understood. Where is the boy now?”

“Master Tim is asleep in a guest bedroom,” Alfred answered.

“Did he say anything to you?” Gordon asked, pulling out a notebook.

“Not much, just ‘get help’ ‘find safe’ and ‘stay’,” Bruce replied.

“Does Tim have any other family?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well since he is settled in for the night, we can contact Family Services tomorrow –“

“No,” Bruce objected.

“No?” Gordon repeated.

“No. He will stay here. Moving him around will only further traumatize him. Don’t you agree, Commissioner?”

Gordon nodded in agreement. “We’ll be in touch. Contact me when you feel Tim is ready to talk.”

Bruce watched as Alfred walked Gordon to the door. Taking Tim Drake in was an impulsive decision, but it was also the right thing to do. He couldn’t just hand Tim over to family services. The boy was only 5 years old and already had been witness to such a horrific event.

“I’m pleased to hear that Master Tim will be staying here with us,” Alfred said, making his way back to Bruce. “I only wish it could have been under different circumstances.”

Bruce nodded. “Me too, Alfred.”

Bruce walked along the hallway toward the bedrooms to check on Dick and Tim. He peaked into Dick’s room and noticed the bed was empty. He proceeded down to the other guest bedroom next to Dick’s and gingerly opened the door.

Sleeping in the bed next to Tim was Dick with his arm around the small child. Tim lay on his back with his eyes closed, but his sleep did not look peaceful. Poor little guy’s brow was pinched like he was having a nightmare.  The stuffed bear from Tim’s room was clutched tightly in his arms.

Bruce adjusted the blankets around both boys and left the room.

***

He hears the doorbell ring. Mommy told him that when the doorbell rings that means they have guests and he needs to go to his room to play and be quiet. He needs to be on his best behavior and not disturb mommy and daddy.

He goes to his room and closes the door just like his mommy always told him. He can hear muffled voices, which means the guests are being loud. Mommy and Daddy don’t like loud. They are always telling Tim he doesn’t need to yell, even if he is excited about numbers or letters or Legos.

He hears three loud pops and more screaming and yelling. He’s scared, so he shuts off his lights, locks his door and hides in his closet clutching his bear Mr Tumnus tightly to his chest.

He stays in his closet for a long time, until it starts to get really dark in his room. He can hear light knocks on his door and mommy saying his name.

“Tim, Timothy, my love. I need you to do something for me. Go get help. Find somewhere safe and stay there. Don’t turn back. Did you hear me? What did I say?”

“Get help. Find safe. Stay.”

“Good boy, Timothy. Mommy loves you.”

“Mommy?”

She doesn’t answer him. He opens the door and finds his mommy slumped on the floor. She’s not moving and her tummy is covered in red stuff. Blood. The red stuff is blood.

“Mommy, wake up please.”

He shakes her, but she’s not waking up. He sees a trail of blood and follows it to his dad’s office. He’s not allowed in there, but the door is open. He sees his dad on floor face down also not moving. He’s too scared to go any further. He hears his mommy’s last words in his head, ‘Get help. Find safe. Stay.’

He runs back toward his room and slips. More blood. It’s all over his hands and front and he can’t get it off. He tries to stand, but he slips in it again and it’s all over him now.  He doesn’t like being messy. He wants it off.  But it won’t come off. He can’t get it off. The blood is everywhere.

Tim gasped awake and sat bolt upright in the bed trying to get the imaginary blood off him. He looked around and realized he wasn’t in his bed. This only made him start to cry. Someone stirred next to him and Tim yelped. It was Dick, his neighbor. He was at his neighbor’s house. Why was he at his neighbor’s house?  Why wasn’t he with his parents?

Remnants of his nightmare began to flash in his mind’s eye jogging in his memory of the details of his parents last moments. Tim continued to weep. He tried so hard to breathe, but his heart was beating too fast he couldn’t catch his breath.

“I’m going to get Bruce, okay Timmy.”

Tim watched Dick go and hated that he was left alone in a strange room. Soon Bruce came into the bedroom. Dick followed close behind him.

“…had a nightmare…woke up screaming.”

Bruce sat on the bed in front of Tim and Tim launched himself into Bruce’s waiting arms. The sobs racked through his body as every single detail of the previous evening flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t make the images stop. He could still see his parents unmoving on the floor; hear the loud popping noises and his mommy’s screams ringing in his ears; smell the unfamiliar coppery scent of blood invading his nose. The worst was the sticky feel of the blood on his hands as he slipped in the trail of it getting back to his room from his dad’s office. He couldn’t get the blood off.

“I’ve got you, Tim. You’re safe now. I promise.” Bruce comforted, rubbing small circles on Tim’s back. “I know everything is so confusing right now. I know it hurts that they are gone. But we are here for you, Me, Dick and Alfred.”

Tim held onto to Bruce until his sobs calmed into hiccups. Bruce was rocking him and rubbing his back. With his ear pressed against Bruce’s chest, Tim could hear a low humming sound of a song rumbling through Bruce’s chest. The sound and the vibrations were oddly comforting. His head and eyes started to droop, but Tim fought hard to stay awake.

“Kiddo, go to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”

“N-no,” Tim protested, his voice raspy from disuse. He clutched tightly to Bruce’s chest. “Don’t wanna see the blood.”

“It’s all gone now,” Bruce said, taking Tim’s hands and showing him.

Tim looked at his hands. Bruce was right. They were clean, not a spot of blood on them. But he still couldn’t get the tacky sensation of it out of his head. His hands still felt sticky. Would they always feel like that? He swallowed and curled his hands protectively into his chest.

“Tim, did you see what happened to your parents?”

He shook his head. “Only h-heard sh-shouting and three, 1-2-3, loud pops.”

“How did you get the blood on your clothes?”

“I slipped. Hurt my hands,” Tim answered, showing Bruce his hands. “And I cut my elbow from falling off the tree near the garden wall.”

“How did you know to come to my house?”

“M-mommy said, ‘get help, find safe, s-stay’.”

“You did good Tim. You’re safe now and you can stay here as long as you like.”

“I can s-stay? Forever?” Tim asked.

“Yes, kiddo. Forever.”

Tim nodded, still leaning against Bruce’s chest. Bruce continued to hold him and rub his back. Tim soon gave into the exhaustion, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

[liamscxtt]

a day in the life ; self para

when: thursday, august 28th

where: literally everywhere

nb: just a brief (long) narrative of what the typical day looks like for liam.

trigger warnings: homelessness, death and drug mentions, drug abuse

5:00am

there’s a moment when you first wake up when everything is just a haze. a moment when you forget who you are, what day it is -- all of your problems just don’t exist, for that moment. the moment only lasted a few seconds before the blaring sound of the alarms coming from the phone bring you back to the brutal aspects of reality. and yet, those were the best five seconds for liam.

groaning, he turned over and tapped on his screen, desperately trying to shut the alarm off; the bright screen burning his already sleep deprived eyes. he probably only got about three hours of sleep, if that. he was used to it at this point, and then there were days like today. days where he wanted to wither into the depths of his own self-loathing. 

he looked out the window to see the sun beginning to rise. a sky painted with shades of blues, purples, and oranges, almost like a messy yet somewhat neatly put together painting made by a middle schooler. there was something beautiful about waking up with the sun, parts of it that brought him peace. his sister loved watching the sunrise - she always went on and on about how sunrises were the true underdog; how mother nature picked it’s most beautiful mixture of colors for the sunrises, all because it took a special person to appreciate the beauty that came from it. he never really understood what she meant, until he was forced to watch the sun rise every single morning. and as always, she was right. sunsets had nothing against sunrises. 

these quiet mornings were the best part of liam’s day. the hours where he felt most connected to his sister and to himself. the hours he felt truly at peace. it was crazy to think that liam’s favorite time of the day was between 5:00am and 6:30am. 

he turned on his car to play youtube on his aux before climbing out of his vehicle. the sweet melody’s of the soft pitched tunes filled his car and the immediate area surrounding it, and a smile creeped on his face as one of her favorite songs began playing in the background. he wasn’t religious, but there was a part of him that truly found strength in knowing that his sister wasn’t far away. 

he rolled up the worn down mattress topper, collected his pillow and blanket in one hand. he broke down his bed as he pushed the backseat of his 2006 ford escape upright and neatly tucked his belongings into his trunk. 

5:30am

he pulled into the vacant parking lot of the soulstice gym. the gym was set to open in a half hour; luckily for him, there weren’t many college students that would dare to wake up at the crack of dawn just to work out. he stuffed everything he needed to get ready for the day into a duffle bag; shower supplies, and a clean outfit. he desperately needed to do laundry, and he needed to get food...but pay day wasn’t until next week. he was gonna have to find cash, and find it quick - maybe he’ll just pick up another shift at the bar. he practically lived at that place now.

his footsteps echoed through as he walked through the empty fitness center; not even the cleaners had arrived for their early morning shift. he quickly hopped into the showers and get ready for the day. lord knows he needed to wash the dirt and sins that painted his skin from the previous nights festivities. he couldn’t even recall what exactly happened, and that was both a blessing and a curse. it was shortly after he turned on all the lights and greeted the early morning cleaners, jimmy and george. 

“good morning, son!” greeted george. 

“mornin’, will.” jimmy greeted shortly after. 

jimmy and george worked closely together, and were usually gone for the day 2pm; and yet, liam knew the guys quite well. 

jimmy is in his early-forties, married with two children. he worked two full time jobs to get his children through school. his son played division II baseball at a school somewhere in the midwest, and is majoring in sports education. he wants to be a gym teacher. his daughter is studying to be a nurse at monarch. she aspires to work in women’s health. jimmy always spoke so highly of them two. 

george is in his mid-sixties, but is still kicking it like he’s twenty. he’s also married with children and even grandchildren, but his story is more tragic. he’s a retired firefighter, who is still working a full time job because his pension wasn’t enough to make ends meet. can’t make ends meet. his only daughter passed away at a young age - drug overdose, he says. his only son is constantly in and out of jail for drug charges - leaving george and his wife to take care and raise their two grandchildren, layla and michael. layla is 14 and is getting ready to start high school. she loves to play volleyball, and apparently is a natural. michael is 9 and is getting ready to start fourth grade. he love cars, spider man, legos, sonic, and baseball cards. he wants to be a youtube gamer when he grows up. liam didn’t know the kid, but he thought he was fucking awesome. 

two completely different stories, and yet liam believed that those two men deserved the world and then some.

“what’s up, guys?” liam greeted with a smile as he filled up his metal water bottle at the nearest filling station. “when are the kids set to go back, george?”

“this coming monday. mikey’s already complaining how he doesn’t need school to be a youtuber. apparently he’s ‘done his research’.” the comment makes both liam and jimmy laugh. 

“tell the little man to put that energy into a sport, or a trade. i need a new mechanic.” jim jested, once again causing the other two to laugh. “what about you, will? getting ready to start the semester back up? gabby is already stressing because some of her professors already posted the syllabus.” 

“shit, i haven’t even gotten my textbooks yet. i might have to join mikey with this whole youtuber plan and hope for the best.” liam said with a nervous chuckle. he almost had completely forgotten about the upcoming semester approaching. 

to quickly divert the question away from him, he spoke once more. “say, george. i found a few baseball cards at the bar the other night. remind me to bring them in for you.” 

“you’ll make that boys entire week. maybe i’ll use that to bribe him to go to school.” 

jimmy just smiled. “you’re a good kid, scotty boy. never change.” 

2:30pm

it had only been a half hour since liam clocked out from his morning job, and he quickly made his way over to the library. the mention of school that morning brought liam into a panic. he grabbed a spot at one of desks in the computer station, powering on the device and pulling out his notebook. luckily enough, most of the textbooks he needed the library had available. leaving his stuff behind, he went to go fetched them. 

he already had mastered the technique of not having his own textbooks. every week, he would go and scan all of the chapters he needed for each and every class. luckily, monarch offered free scanning and printing. he made small talk with the librarian that sat at the desk nearby as he printed out at least three weeks worth of chapters for each of his classes. 

he sat down once more, and took the time to put the pile of papers neatly into his binder. it was time to start planning. 

6:30pm

now it was time to work his night time job, mars bar. he was working with adrian tonight, so he knew it wouldn’t be that bad.

his stomach had been grumbling half way through his shift. he hadn’t eaten anything all day. but he continued to push through. he had to, at least until pay day. he continued to chug water; if his stomach was full of water, his body didn’t have time to remind him that it needed some sort of nutrients. he was a master manipulator when it came to his own body now. 

1:00am

the rounded out the tips that he received from his customers. it was a good night, and luckily enough he would be able to do laundry the next day. his body was tired, though; aching from the lack of sleep and abuse his body endured from the festivities. he felt like he could sleep for an entire month, and then some. 

he drove around for a bit after his shift, a thing he did as he needed to both unwind and find a somewhat safe space to park his car. university police were patrolling the parking lots that night, which immediately told him not to park there. he couldn’t park in greek row - too many people he knew by this point. he was left to park in a nearby park, in a nearby neighborhood. he found himself saying a small prayer that nobody would mess with him that night. 

he lit up a joint once he found his place, feeling the smoke fill his lungs as he listened to the calming music that played on the radio. ed sheeran was playing, a song from his multiply album. it was one of his and his sister’s favorite albums. that’s the one thing they shared in common, their taste in music. but she was more pop in a sense, and he was more edgy. but still, the music brought him comfort.

he got his bed ready; a mattress topper, paired with a pillow and a blanket. he made himself comfortable and looked at his phone, just to see he missed a text from his mother at 10:45pm.

hi honey! spoke with your aunt today, and we’re making plans for christmas. did your father reach out to you? let me know what plans he has set. i’ll arrange my trip around your plans. 

i hope you had a great day! i love you! ❤️

her message was followed by a bitmoji image of her holding a huge heart. and he smiled. 

i haven’t spoken to him all week, but i’ll reach out tomorrow and let you know. i’ll call you tomorrow. love you ❤️

there was a huge part of him that wanted to call her now, that wanted to tell her he had been struggling both physically and mentally...but then he remembered the damage and the financial burden his injury left. it ruined his family. he ruined his family. and just as he was about to press call, he let out a frustrated sigh before locking his phone and tossing it not too far away from him, rolling over to attempt to get some sort of rest.

just to do the same thing. all. over. again.

[certifiedbun]

One Big Happy Family

trying posting my fics onf tumblr this one is cross posted on Ao3 by the same name. DreamSMP fic where Dream are immortal siblings and are adopted by Tubbo’s family. On-Going

Chapter 1

Dream didn’t know how long he’d been walking. It’s been ages since he’s slept properly in a bed and warm home. It made him miss his old village but what could he do. He was more than 1,000 years old and he’s seen so many of his homes be destroyed and die out. But that was expected 

and it didn’t help that his brother Ranboo had to endure this with him. They knew that whenever they joined a village they’d have to prepare for when the village eventually died but it never failed to hurt. Especially since they could never stop it. They walked into a spruce wood forest where the trees were so tall they couldn’t see the sky. As they were about to settle down in a tree for the night they noticed a warm light. Moving through the trees they were careful not to make too much noise in fear of scaring away whoever was there.

Once they were close enough they came upon a wooden two story house. They shifted they’re forms into something younger. Dream went from looking 30 to looking 10 and Ranboo looked like a newborn. Dream held the now small Ranboo in his arms and walked up to the door and knocked. When the door opened a man with ram horns and ears with fluff on the insides. The man wore a suit and looked down on the two slightly confused.

“Who are you and what are you doing here? Where are your parents?” The man had a deep, hoarse voice and seemed to be looking around trying to find the boy's parents. Dream looked down and quietly mumbled something the man couldn’t hear. 

“Kid I’m gonna need you to speak up.”

“We don’t know where our parents are. I woke up in a tree and my brother was nearby.”

“Well I can’t let you two stay out here all night..Come on in.” He moved out the way and let the boys enter. Dream noticed there were more people living here. A small boy with tiny horns and floppy ears as well as a taller older man. The boy wore a green sweater and brown pants and when he saw Dream he rushed over and greeted him. The first man took little Ranboo from Dream and called for the other guy to get the crib out the basement. Called him the Captain.

The little boy tugged on Dream’s arm trying to get his attention and once he had it he started rambling.

“Hi my name is Tubbo!! What’s your name? Are you new? Do you live around here? Is the baby your brother?”

“Tubbo calm down. You’re gonna overwhelm the kid. Anyways hello there. My name’s Jordan but people call me the Captain.” The man now the Captain said as he reentered the room. Ranboo was gone and so was the first man. The Captain guided Dream to the living room and had him take a seat before leaving the room. Tubbo was playing with blocks on the floor and when The Captain came back he had a cup of tea and a sandwich. He handed both to Dream and sat down on a chair in front of him.

“Alright kiddo wanna introduce yourself now?”

“Oh..uh.. Sure. My name is Dream and the baby is my brother Ranboo.”

“Why were you out in the woods? It’s almost winter you know?”

“Yea..I don’t know why we were out there. I just woke up in a tree and Ranboo was tied to a branch.”

“Ahh.. so you don’t know where your parents are either?”

“No sir..”

“Would you like to stay with us? I’m sure Tubs wouldn’t mind siblings”

“Oh that would be great thanks!!”

The Captain smiled at the young boy and left Tubbo and Dream to their own devices. The two were building a city out of legos and talking animatedly to each other while The Captain was in the kitchen cleaning up any mess left behind from dinner. When he deemed it late enough He ushered the two boys upstairs. He read them stories until they fell asleep. Dream knew he shouldn’t get attached but this, being read bedtime stories in a warm comfy bed, it made him happy and he could only imagine how Ranboo is feeling. 

Dream fell asleep with a content smile on his face. The Captain dimmed the lights and left the room leaving the door slightly ajar. As he headed back downstairs he passed his brother Schlatt in the hall. Schlatt sighed tiredly and told Jordan that he was taking care of them tomorrow before heading to bed. Jordan quietly laughed and headed to his own room and fell asleep thinking about the two new kids of his.

Chapter 2

The next few years went by fast. Dream was now “15”, Ranboo was “5”, and Tubbo was 10.  The Captain now Dad to the three young boys and Schlatt their uncle each took turns staying with them. While one was out working the other here in the house teaching them everything he knew. The Captain taught them manners and core subjects like math, english, science, and history. Schlatt on the other hand taught them social skills, business, and street smarts. They worked well together and the boys were able to learn a lot. 

Until one winter. Ranboo had begged to be able to go outside and help the Captain. And the Captain who couldn’t say no to the little kid, let him join him. They left but soon after they did a blizzard came in. Schlatt told Tubbo and Dream not to worry, The Captain was smart and he'd come back when the storm ended. So they waited. And waited. 

And waited for the storm to stop. It went on for three days straight and when it finally stopped Schlatt didn’t hesitate to dress the boys up in their winter jackets, scarves, and gloves. He handed them lanterns and they started searching for the two. They checked for any hastily built shelters, any footprints, anything that could possibly help. But they found nothing. Not even a body. 

At least if they found a body they’d get some confirmation on them. But there was nothing. When they got inside Dream and Tubbo ran up the stairs and locked themselves in separate rooms. Schlatt could hear quiet sobs from the blond freckled boy and loud wails from the small brown kid. Schlatt knew he had to do something so he went to find a few items.

Winter had come and gone and now it was spring. The boys stayed inside and continued to build their perfect city. Schlatt was outside planting so everything will be grown in time for fall. Soon he called for them to come outside and handed them a couple of things. 

To Tubbo he gave bees. He guided Tubbo to a mini garden full of flowers and bees for Tubbo to take care of. Tubbo was instantly infatuated with the buzzy little things that flew around the tiny stubs growing from his head. The bees clearly liked him and Tubbo seemed at peace around them. He started planting flowers while playing with the bees. 

From Dream though Schlatt gave him something different. It was a large oversized green hoodie and a white mask with a smiley face on it. Dream looked at him confused and Schlatt explained that these belonged to Captain.

“But why me? I’m not even the Captain’s real son....”

“Listen Dream. Before the Captain had his military fame, he was just Jordan. Jordan the kid that would do anything for his family.”

“....”

“You deserve it. I know you’ll do the Cap justice.”

“...Thank you Schlatt.”

Schlatt helped Dream put on the mask and adjusted the mask on him. The hoodie was big on him but Schlatt assured him that he’d grow into it. After he put on the hoodie he smiled behind the mask. The spring air felt much lighter than before. Dream and Tubbo were given weapons by Schlatt and were told to go hunting. They did start out hunting and were able to get some food but were soon distracted and started to play.

“Woah Dre you’re so cool!”

“Aw thanks Tubs.”

“Your name is Dream but you can be such a terror sometimes..hm..” Tubbo held his chin as he thought about something. Dream jumped down from the tree he was in and stared at him. He ruffled Tubbo’s hair which made the younger smile up at him before saying

“I know what you are!!”

“O-oh do you now?”

“Yeah! You’re a Dreamon!”

“What’s a Dreamon? Tubs?”

“A Dream Demon aka a Dreamon!”

“Oh really? So what makes you think I’m a Dreamon?”

“Oh- Hmm….I don’t know...heh…. You just are!!”

Dream and Tubbo laughed as they walked back to the house. Inside Schlatt was cooking and the house smelt of cinnamon and apples. While the home felt slightly empty without the Captain and Ranboo, everything would be fine. Maybe it was because Dream had the Captain’s stuff but in his head and heart he knew they would both show up again.

Dream slept peacefully that night after months of restless nightmare filled sleep. They would both come home. He knew it.

??? 

“Captain? Where are we?”

“I don’t know Ranboo… Stay quiet though..”

They awoke in a small room that didn’t have any defined doors. Ranboo stayed off in the corner trying not to do anything because the Captain didn’t know his truth. He didn’t want to scare the Captain and there would be a lot to explain afterwards. The black obsidian walls reminded him of the pillars he saw back home but this space was much tighter and cramped than he liked. 

The cold hard obsidian made the Captain shiver and reach out to protect the small boy in his care only to find himself in shackles connected to the wall. Ranboo however had no restraints. Maybe it's because their captors didn’t see the boy as a threat and if they didn’t see him as a threat the Captain could use that to escape. 

He gestured for Ranboo to come closer. Ranboo shuffled over to his adoptive father and looked up at him, surprisingly calm. Ranboo knew he could probably escape easily; he had been in much more challenging situations than this before. He listened carefully as the Captain told him to find a way out and get help. The lanky boy nodded and stood in a corner, his white half against the wall hidden.

Ranboo kept his eyes shut while trying to stay as hidden as possible. The door opened and Ranboo prepared to make a break for it but was stopped in his tracks. Their captors grabbed Ranboo by his collar and left the Captain screaming in the cell alone.

[official-wayward-keener]

There’s Something

Day 7: friends don't by Maddie & Tae/ mutual pining/ friends to lovers

Ao3 Link here

Harry and Peter grew up as childhood friends. They slowly became the best of friends over the years. When Harry had to leave for school in France it was the hardest day for Peter. Peter who at the time wore big glasses and had trouble breathing. They kept in touch over the years so when Harry called saying he would be home for the summer, Peter planned out a perfect week of them just chilling at his home. Norman normally never let Harry do anything but with Peter he would make an exception. Maybe it was because Peter had always been someone that Norman approved of since the boy was smart enough to work for Oscorp. Harry was not expecting for his nerdy friend to become hot. He had thought Peter was cute when they were kids, but he never expected Peter to be staring at him with his bambi eyes looking hot. Peter had the youthful charm and even now he did but he had changed. He had gained some muscles and he didn’t wear bulky glasses. 

“You got contacts,” Harry said.

“I got tired of putting on glasses and people knocking them across the room when they bumped into me,” Peter lied. Harry nodded as Norman greeted Peter and asked about school. Peter let slip about his internship with Stark.

“If you wanted an internship, Oscorp would have given you one. I’m sure you deserve one if Stark gave you one,” Norman said.

“Thanks but I rather earn things and not be handed them and it would have felt like being handed something if I applied to Oscorp,” Peter said. Harry smiled at Peter as they ended up in the living room and played video games. They occasionally talked about what was going on. Harry spending time with Marco and Peter hanging with Ned. The newest movies they have seen and what they thought of the latest Star Wars movie, Peter saying it was really good while Harry pointed out the flaws of the movie. 

“So what else have you been doing?” Harry asked.

“Not much,” Peter lied, not wanting to talk about what really went on at his internship. “May is dating again. I just found out. He is the guy who is my coordinator for the internship and he works directly with Mr. Stark so now I have to sit through dinners with Happy and May flirting with each other or go hide out at Tony’s and watch Rhodey and Tony flirt.”

“Sounds like a nightmare,” Harry said. 

“It is,” Peter said. Harry just wanted to kiss Peter at the moment. He froze as he realized what he just thought. 

“Everything okay?” Peter asked doing his puppy dog head tilt that was driving Harry mad because he was cute. Peter Parker was cute and Harry Osborn had the biggest crush on him. He didn’t want to tell Peter because if Peter knew then he would make things awkward.

“Everything is okay,” Harry said. “I was just thinking about how weird it must be to know the avengers since it sounds like you have met two of them.”

“It's pretty cool,” Peter said. “They are less cool once you know them. Besides Nat. The Black Widow is amazing. She is teaching me self-defense so I don’t get hurt. You heard what happened to Ben.” Peter paused looking upset. He had lost his uncle and Harry couldn’t have gone to the funeral.

“I heard you were there when he was dying,” Harry said.

“He was just trying to keep me safe when the guy shot at him,” Peter said near tears. Harry pulled Peter close holding his friend as he cried about a past memory.

“I’m here now,” Harry said over and over again as his friend cried out his tears. They finally both moved away and started talking about other stuff to get their mind of Ben and his death. 

“You should come over and help me with my latest lego set that Happy got me,” Peter said.

“I’m sure Harold would enjoy that,” Norman said entering the room.

“Can Harry spend the night?” Peter asked Norman. Norma seemed like he was going to debate it before Peter gave him the puppy dog stare.

“Of course,” Norman said before he left the two. Harry and Peter went to Harry’s room so they could pack.

“We can watch Star Wars,” Peter said. Harry nodded as he smiled thinking about returning to the Parker’s resident after all this time. 

~

Harry was not expecting to meet Happy. He was there with May as Peter came in and introduced Happy and Harry. 

“This is Harry. We have known each other for forever,” Peter said. Happy looked at Harry as if they already had met but he was polite as the two worked on the lego set as they all watched the newest Star Wars. 

“Have you decided what school you want to go to?” Peter asked Harry.

“I’m going to Parsons,” Harry said. Peter nodded.

“I’m thinking about ESU,” Peter said. 

“That’s not far,” Harry said.

“We could get an apartment in between the two campuses and just live together,” Peter suggested.

“I could pay for it. Mom left me some money and I know Norman won’t pay for it once he hears I’m renouncing my hold on Oscorp,” Harry said. 

“Can I be there when you tell him you aren’t going to Columbia?” Peter asked.

“Well I will be doing it over the phone as the final “fuck you” to him,” Harry said. 

“Just know you always have a place here if you need it,” Peter said. Harry knew that he knew that for a long time. 

~

Later they were laying in the beds, Harry was on the top as Peter was on the bottom. He heard the cries and hurried down and calmed Peter who looked at him as if he was hurt.

“Stay,” Peter said. Harry nodded as he slowly fell asleep holding Peter. Later Peter would wake up in Harry’s arms confused at first. He felt bad when he remembered about Harry waking up to hold him. Peter looked at his sleeping friend who looked so peaceful and pretty in the early morning light. Peter froze. Did he just think Harry was pretty? Harry slowly opened his eyes before shutting them. 

“Too early,” Harry muttered. Peter chuckled. 

“Morning, HarBear,” Peter said. 

“Too early,” Harry said again as he pulled Peter closer to him. Peter heard Harry mutter about how Peter was too pretty for his own good.

“You are the pretty one, Angel,” Peter said before he realized what he said. Harry opened his eyes as they both looked at each other. 

“You like me?” Harry asked.

“Well we are best friends for life,” Peter commented.

“You know what I meant, Pete,” Harry said.

“Yes,” Peter said. Harry looked at him as Peter watched Harry.

“Can I kiss you?” Harry asked. Peter nodded as Harry moved closer and their lips touched in a terrible first kiss with how awkward they were. They moved apart laughing before they kissed again figuring out what would be best for them.

“You two want… this door stays open from now on,” May said as they pulled apart and looked embarrassed.

“Sorry May,” the boys said. May just rolled her eyes as she went back to the kitchen to work on breakfast for the boys with the help of Happy since Happy could cook by some miracle which meant they actually got home cooked meals.

“We still need to talk about this,” Peter said.

“I think we should just let it happen,” Harry said. Peter nodded. “But so no one says anything, Peter Parker will you date me?”

“Yes,” Peter said before pulling Harry into another kiss, before May yelled at them to get up before the food got cold. 

[drabbles-n-doodles]

30 Questions Meme

The rules are to answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs. I was tagged by @lazerswords! I probably won’t be actively tagging other ppl to do this because I suffer from the Anxiety(tm), but, anyone who sees this is welcome to steal it from me if they feel like it!

Name/Nickname: Emmett/Cupcake

Gender: he/they

Star Sign: Pisces

Height: 4′7, I am aware that I am shorter than Edward Elric. No, I do not require further comment on the matter. I’m 29 the short jokes are all old hat and I have heard most of them lmao.

Time/Date: Currently 1:56 PM, 12/22/2020

Birthday: 2/26/1991

Fav Bands: Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, Imagine Dragons, The Mechanisms, The Amazing Devil, Bastille

Fav Solo Artist: Marina, Florence + The Machine, Barns Courtney, Hozier

Song Stuck in Your Head: surprisingly right now nothing, a small blessing because usually I have like a rotation going of tiktok audios that won’t let me have peace

Last Movie Watched: Lego Star Wars Holiday Special

Last Show Watch: The Mandalorian. Technically I’m still not caught up but only because I have seen spoilers and I KNOW it’s going to be sad and I’m not emotionally prepared yet

When did you create your blog: according to postlimit.com my first post was on Tue, 03 Dec 2019 16:14:49 -0500, so about 13 months ago, aka just over a year. This, however, is not my first tumblr account, just my most recent. My first account is around 8 years old, I joined in 2012 lol so that blog is around 8 years old. I don’t use that one anymore, tho

What do I post: Mostly FMA and Star Wars rn, occasionally other fandoms pop in along with writing and art tips/tutorials, a lot of personal fanart too. My blog is a melting pot tbh.

What was the last thing I googled: “how to find out how old your tumblr blog is”

Other Blogs: *sweats* I mean I have a LOT of sideblogs, mostly for rp, but I guess I can list them here lmao. @avarice-inclined, @flames-and-starlight, @first-homunculus, @young-lord, @corvus-whispers, @ishval-scholar, @parva-amicus, @kaer-morhen-wolf, @many-ages, @sugaan-essena, i have a couple more but I’m not currently as active on them so

Do I get asks: not very often, actually, once in a blue moon I’ll get a drawing request ask, but other than that I probably just don’t have enough followers lol

Why i chose my url: My original main intent for this blog was for it to be expressly only for my art and writing, but I always end up just reblogging whatever I feel like onto my personal

Following: 2,713

Followers: 153

Average Hours of Sleep: 4-6, sometimes less depending on how my insomnia is acting

Lucky number: 8

Instruments: Piano, and sort of ocarina, but only because I’m a nerd that bought a zelda one at a ren faire and was obsessed with learning how to play zelda’s lullaby on it. Granted that’s like the only song I know but it still counts, right?

What I'm wearing: blue fuzzy stretchy pants and a Drew McIntyre shirt

Dream Job: I... Don’t actually know. I used to really want to do something involving art but that, that proved to be beyond my reach so i don’t really have one anymore. Which sounds bad, I know, but like, I don’t feel the need to monetize my skills/hobbies and I know the moment I try doing that it’ll start feeling like a job and it won’t be as fun to do anymore

Dream Trip: Idk, I’d like to one day visit New Zealand

Fav Food: almost anything with noodles. I... Really love pasta

Nationality: American 

Fav Song: I cannot possibly be able to choose just one

Last Book: I don’t even remember the last time I touched a book, let alone read one

Top Three fictional universes to live in: FMA, Star Wars, LoTR

some of these were actually kind of hard to answer lol, and, again, if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged!

[yelenasdog]

rockstar (peter parker x gn reader)

genre: fluff with a lil angst 

summary: peter always comes to the reader when he’s hurt, but reader wonders if it could mean something more.

words: 1465 ( more or less LMAO)

warnings: light cursing, peter being hurt, some kissing? idk if that counts sorry lol.

a/n: hello! so this is inspired by the song Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer so i strongly reccomend listening to it by reading! if u prefer to read it on wattpad from my peter parker imagines book, click here !

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knock knock!

I was abrubtly woken from my peaceful sleep by the loud sounds coming from my window.

"What the hell," I muttered out as I groggily checked the current time. 3:47 am. I reluctantly made my way over, having a feeling it was a certain webslinger. I peeled open the entrance to see Peter, still in his spidey suit, without the mask may I add. I grabbed onto his broad shoulders, pulling him through the opening, almost slipping on the hard floor due to my fuzzy socks.

"Pete, what are you doing, people could see you without the mask." I heard his feet as he quietly padded over to sit on my soft comforter with an obvious limp.

I went over to my lamp and switched it on, a warm glow being strewn across the room by it. As Peter sat on my bed, I turned to meet him, gasping at what had been brought to my attention by the light. I rushed over to the boy, pressing the spider in the center of his suit, causing it to slide off and pool at his feet.

Peter grimaced as I soflty dragged my fingers against his bruised and battered skin from where I sat on the floor next to my bed.

"What happened to you, Pete?" I spoke, looking up at him, my facial expression laced with concern.

"Well," he began as he tried to sit up, groaning in the process, "just got hit a little harder than usual, that's all. It's no biggie, really."

I sighed, placing a tender hand on his from where I sat on the floor in a crouching position. I stood up, my hand staying in the same position.

"It kinda looks like a biggie, bud." One of my hands moved to run itself through his messy brown locks as I looked him up and down once more, scanning for any underlying injuries I might have missed at first look.

He flashed me a tired smile which I returned.

"I'm gonna go grab some stuff to patch you up, k?" This time I gave him a small smile, and he was the one who returned it gratefully.

"Thank you y/n." I squeezed his now bare hand, standing and turning to go.

"It's no problem, Pete, honestly." 

As I tried to leave, he lightly tugged me back by my wrist, catching me by surpise. My breath caught in my throat at the action.

"Really, y/n, I don't know what I would do without you."

I smiled at him once more, "Same to you, BugBoy"

He released my hand, allowing me to go get his supplies. As I gathered what I needed from the cabinet, my head was clouded with thoughts of the boy. The same thoughts that had been clouding my head since the day I had met him.

We had first met at midtown through decathlon, and grew quite close. I was entranced by the boy and everything about him, from his starwars obsession to the way he would rant about different scientific theories. It made my heart swell for reasons I would like to think I couldn't understand. He would confine in me with any problems he was going through, such as Uncle Ben passing, or even some of his biggest secrets, Spider-Man being one of them.

He hadn't meant for me to find out. Not in the way I did, at least.

It had been after a long day at school, when Ned had gone to hang out with Peter and build the lego deathstar, and I tagged along to surprise him, as I had been gone on a trip for quite some time and wanted to see him. Turns out I was the one in for a surprise, because I found out peter was Spider-Man that same day when he walked in on the ceiling through his window. It was a bit of a shock to say the least.

My feelings had only grown for the boy since that point, which also left me with uncalled for emotions that I had a difficult time dealing with. Especially when Peter would do this every time he would get hurt. This whole routine of coming to me at ungodly hours of the night, and me patching him up every time without question. It was sad to say the least. 

The way my heart would ache for the boy in red, so much so that I would sacrifice so much for his happiness, whatever form that would take. 

I tried to deny the feelings that would arise when I was around him, and God, was it difficult. I looked myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. I walked back out to where Peter was waiting for me, reaching out and placing all the supplies on my mahogony side table.

"I know you hate hearing this, but we might have to do stitches, Pete."

He groaned, looking up to my poster covered ceiling as if one of the singers on the paper would somehow deny the fact he needed the medical attention.

He looked back at me, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Come on, Rockstar? Really?"

My heart swelled at the nickname he had gifted me after finding out about my love for music, one of the many things we bonded over. I was tempted to give in, but quickly snapped out of it.

"Nice try, Peter, but this is for your own good, so lets just get it over with, yeah?"

His head dropped and he nodded, looking down to his feet.

"Head up, bub, I need to be able to see what I'm doing and get this done before it starts to scab." I could have sworn Peter's pupils dialated and he seemed a little off at the pet name, but yet again, it was nearly 4 am, so I very well could have been imagining things, and probably was.

As I started to run the needle through the forming scar, he let out a whimper, gripping my shoulder in pain as his eyes screwed shut. He did this often, grabbing me “as hard as he could” whenever he was hurting. 

It was an idea I had introduced to him to deal with any especially bad injuries, our little way of dealing with the pain. I knew it might cause me some minor damage, as he would never hurt me. I assured Peter every time that I felt okay, but something nagged at me telling me he felt guilty, and that he wasn't gripping as hard as he could.

As I went through what I imagined was an especially painful part, he cursed loudly under his breath.

"Fuck!"

I stopped what I was doing momentarily to check on him after the short outburst, unusual for his kind and calm demeanor.

"Are you okay, Peter?"

He moved his large hands to tightly grip his hair, moving down to his neck, back and forth.

"No, y/n! I'm not okay. I'm hurting, I'm hurting so bad, y/n/n" His volume increased and decreased again, silent tears falling down his face.

I had dropped the needle that I had been using, shocked by his volume. I picked it back up again, resuming my task with conceringly shaky hands.

"I can try to be softer if it would help, Pete." My voice was gentle as I spoke, in a feeble attempt to not upset him further. 

He looked at me and to his shoes as he began to talk, his voice low I could barely hear him.

"No, y/n, it's not you, you're doing amazing, it's just," he didn't finish his sentence, he rather just trailed off.

I blew out a deep breath, my eyes never leaving the work in front of me.

"What is it, Peter?"

I tied the knot on the stiches, cutting the thread and disposing of the needle in the small biohazard waste kit froom the first aid box.

I stood up directly in front of him to where I was slightly higher up than him. I reached a hand forward, wiping away a stray tear. He took my wrists in his hands, taking me off guard.

"Actually, y/n, I lied." I tensed, concerned about what he was going to say.

"It is you. It's always been you."

Confusion consumed me as I shook my head, and I wondered if it was just my tired state that had caused the emotions.

"Peter, what do you mean you're not making any sens-"

Before I could finish my sentence, he leaned forward encapsulating our lips in a sweet and long awaited kiss. He let go of my wrists, moving his own hands, one to rest around my waist protectivley, the other on the back of my neck under my hair. I moved one of mine to lazily drape over his left shoulder, the other playing with the curls on the nape of his neck. The kiss lasted a long while, but not long enough.

Our hands went to the sides of each others faces when we parted, and his own strong hands started running small circles on my jaw. As we struggled to catch our breaths, he began to speak, the boyish smile I loved so much covering his face.

"My feelings for you are there, Y/n, always have been, and they always will be. I want you to take all of me, Rockstar."

I giggled at the wording of his statement, appreciating it nonetheless. He pressed our foreheads together, a mutal content taking over us.

"Although that was extremely cheesy, I’ll allow it this once. You have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that, BugBoy."

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idk how i feel about this tbh, kinda love it kinda hate it. stay funky! xx hj

[just-another-romantic]

How to Date a Broken God - Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Honest Apologies and a Sparring Match

Series Summary: After too many years of pain, a mortal teaches a god how to feel again. Maybe she can learn from him.

Warnings: ngl (Y/n)’s just rude in this one, language, sad Loki, fighting

That night, Loki threw up. After (Y/n)’s confession, the god quickly excused himself from the room, and barely made it to his bathroom before puking up everything he had within the past century. He hadn’t been ill since he was a child, and here he was: knelt over on the cold tile, head in the toilet bowl and clammy hands holding on for dear life.

Last time he had been ill like this, his mother had scooped him up in her arms - despite his protests - and tucked him into her bed, pulling the silk blanket up to his chin. He tried to recall how her hands stroked his hair in comfort as he pushed a stray lock from his face.

He was sick at himself. The once vain god now looked in the mirror and hated the face that stared back at him. He hated his heritage, Odin’s lies and abuse that lasted centuries, and he hated the spiral the truth threw him into once it was unveiled. He hated Thanos with his mind control, that he was weak enough to fall into it - costing thousands of innocent lives, including that poor girl’s parents.

Loki let out an audible groan of anguish, his head dropping lay on his land clutched to the toilet bowl. He hated her...well, not exactly. He hated how his heart twisted at the mere mention of her name. How his heart burst at the melody of her voice or, Odin forbid, her laugh. How she was not a normal mortal, that she stood her ground and held a knife to his neck the second he dared test her. He hated that in every aspect, (Y/n) was what Loki wanted in a lover.

She could never love you, he remembered. You’re a murderer, a cold-blooded killer. A monster, like the world...like your own father and brother think of you. Who would ever want to hold your crimson-stained hands?

Shakily, the unbreakable god stood up from the bathroom floor, quick to splash water in his face in attempt to refresh himself. He looked into the mirror and a monster looked back at him. If asked, he would deny it, but that night Loki fell asleep with tears running down his cheeks.

The morning wasn’t any better. An awkward heavy air still lingered above the Avenger’s heads, leftover from last night. Loki entered the kitchen nook of the floor around seven, grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips and maroon t-shirt contrasting against his pale complexion. The golden rays of the still-rising sun fled into the room, enveloping the god in what one could only describe as a halo. Of course, Loki was tired and disoriented from sleep; the only thing he felt like was disheveled. No one noticed the beauty of the waking deity, no one except (Y/n), who promptly choked on her hot coffee.

Bucky was laid out on the sofa, the morning news drowning out his soft snores. James Rhodes sat at the dining table, a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Sat on the ground by the television, Peter started on a new Lego set of the Avengers Tower, mumbling about the minor mistakes there were in the tiny architecture. Loki was worried he’d convince Pepper to sue the company.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Sam called from the barstool, cup of coffee in hand. His eyes traveled from Loki, to Wanda and the pans of scrambled and fried eggs and the pot of boiled eggs, then the pile of bacon next to her. “I hope you like eggs. Don’t really know what you guys eat on different planets.”

Loki stifled a yawn. “I’ll get myself a bagel. But, Birdbrain, yes, we have eggs on Asgard. I just don't eat them.”

“Oh my god is he vegan?” came Peter’s small voice.

Loki chose not to respond to that question and only walked into the kitchen in search of the toasters. He found them pretty quickly, (Y/n)’s small form serving as a landmark. She looked snug and smug, giving Loki the once over as she sipped her coffee, her feet dangling from where she sat on the counter. She looked innocent enough, cozy and clad in sweatpants and an oversized Star Wars shirt, and though she was barefooted, Loki had no doubt she was hiding another dagger somewhere.

“Good morning,” she chirped sweetly. “Don’t worry, I don’t have another dagger on me.”

Well, there’s one question answered. He gave her a smile in greeting. There was a bit of a pause before she raised her eyebrows as in ‘Aren’t you getting something?’ to which Loki quickly grabbed the bagels from the breadbasket.

After putting the two slices into the rack, he found himself suddenly interested in his cuticles, while it had been a bad habit he picked up when he was only a child- that constantly got him ratted out by his mother for it. The once suave god that had women falling at his feet lost his tongue in the presence of a mortal girl. “(Y/n)-”he began, before getting cut off.

“Don’t. I know what you’re gonna say.” He gave her an inquisitive look, to which she only rolled her eyes. “The air’s still heavy from last night.”

Loki felt his cheeks heat up. “(Y/n)...I give you my sincerest apology. And I’m well aware that a simple ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t even close enough to covering it.”

She shrugged. “I loved them. Still do, with every ounce of myself. My parent’s were my best friends. But you know what they always taught me?” Her burning stare locked with his. “That there’s two sides to every story, and even the monster thinks he’s the hero.”

Her voiced echoed monster in his ears and left an impact in his gut. “I’m sorry darling but I’m not seeing your stance on this...are you offering forgiveness?” His mouth dried up and he found himself unable to speak more than one sentence. He couldn’t even think.

(Y/n) scoffed, swinging down from her perch on the marble. “Oh no. Not even close.” She stepped uncomfortably close and Loki was intimidated, though she barely came up to his nose. “No. I hate you,” she seethed.

His stomach rolled in his belly at the venom in her voice, the words she spewed stinging like hellfire. 

“But I will never wish you bad intentions. Like they always say, ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer’.” She flashed him an innocent smile, the façade immediately building back up. “We’re teammates, we have to at least tolerate each other.” Tolerate. Enemy. “And for the record, don’t call me ‘darling’, darling.”

Loki gulped, feeling as though his throat had filled with cement, stepped down from his stance with her, and quickly grabbed his food before retreating to his room without another word.

Throughout the entirety of (Y/n)’s accusations, the newest Agent's voice had grown tremendously in volume, drawing the attention of the rest of the room’s occupants. There was a sweet moment of silence and (Y/n) turned to enjoy her coffee in peace, but Sam was too blunt for a Saturday morning.

“Don’t you think that was a bit...I dunno...harsh?”

“If it was, I don’t care.”

“You should,” said Bucky from the coach, his face stony and serious. “It’s how the whole Civil War ordeal started.”

“That’s completely different,” she snapped. “They had their reasons, Stark was being ignorant to the truth, as always it seems-”

Coronel Rhodes’ voice boomed through the kitchen, “Hey!”

(Y/n)’s head turned as the silence fell over the room. Rhodey’s eyes narrowed in on her. “I suggest you watch yourself, little lady,” he said. “You are the new comer, you have absolutely no right to waltz in and talk bad about the man who saved the universe, saving your ass as well.”

“Loki killed my mother in cold blood! My brother! My sisters and my father! And I had to watch!”

“Stark’s weapons killed my family, sweets,” spoke Wanda, seemingly appearing out of thin air. Her slender fingers interwove with the agent’s own, soothing and warm. “And I forgave him. In a matter of weeks.”

“He had no control of who used his weapons, Wandie.”

“I killed his parents,” mentioned Bucky. “He forgave me.”

“You were brainwashed!”

Rhodey leaned against the counter, arms crossing and face stern. “Loki was too.”

Agent (Y/L/n) felt her heart drop at a sickening speed. “He was...what?”

“It was all a part of Thano’s mastermind plan or some bullshit,” explained the Falcon. “He sent people to collect all of the infinity stones, but that ended up going south and he took it into his own hands. One of them being Loki.” Sam’s brown eyes fell to the ground in a silence, and the extremity of the situation hit the girl like a truck. “He found him, floating out there in the depths of the universe, took him, and convinced him to go on a killing spree. Basically.”

(Y/n)’s mind was going a million miles an hour and everyone in the room could practically see the wheels turning in her head. All the blame, all of the hurt, she had cast onto the wrong man. Her voice was shaky and breaking, “So...my parent’s death was - was that raisin’s doing?”

“Thanos killed millions before the Blip,” said Bucky gently.

Tears pricked at her eyes. “Jesus, I really am an asshole, aren’t I?”

Rhodey laughed, clapping a hand on her shoulder. “You have a few things to learn before we put you on the field, that’s for sure. Gotta control those anger issues, but I think we can whip you into shape pretty quick.

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And boy, did they whip her alright.

Hesitantly, (Y/n) agreed to beginning her training early on Sunday, instead of waiting for the work week to start. First, it was a three-mile run with Sam and Bucky around the compound at the crack of dawn, nothing she hadn’t done before or couldn’t handle. After breakfast, there was weights with Rhodey, then yoga with Wanda. Thankfully, she caught a break with Banner in the lab in between sessions, talking about the design of her new suit and how the tech that she didn’t understand would work. Now, she laid flat on her back, thrown for the fifth time in a round of sparring with Bucky.

“C’mon doll,” he taunted in his Brooklyn drawl, “get your butt up. Or do you need help? Do I need to phone 911?”

“For an old man, you sure do know how to talk shit, Granny.”

His black brow quirked in amusement. “That was the best you could come up with?”

Shakily, the agent denied the hand he offered and pushed herself up again, resuming the fighting stance. “I’ll work on it.”

The brunette supersoldier smiled at her, wiping the minimal sweat off himself with a towel. “Don’t worry, doll. I’m giving ya someone that’s more so your size this round.” He called off behind his shoulder and low and behold, Loki took his place on the mat, looking unpleased.

The first thing he said was the simple, “I didn’t sign up for this.”

“I doubt you would,” she replied, masking her nerves with a stern voice. She shot a glare at Bucky, who sat off to the side with a grin that could beat the Chesire Cat’s. “’I’m pairing you with someone more your size,’ he said! ‘It’ll be fun,’ he said! Bullshit, Buchanan!”

“He’s your size!”

“He’s a god!” (Y/n) looked the mischief maker up and down. He was scrawnier than his blond brother, but his stance and build clearly stated he’d be a difficult opponent. He stood a good half-a-foot above her head, and she doubted her own strength could outmatch his.

“If you haven’t noticed,” Barnes began matter-of-factly, “Loki isn’t built the same as Thor. He’s less jacked and smaller.” Loki’s muttering was heard but disregarded. “However, he’s still one of the strongest of the universe.”

“Then why the hell are you putting me with him if he could squash me between his fingers? I’m human.”

“Yesterday morning, you seemed to be out for his blood, I’m giving you what you wanted.”

Heated shame crept up (Y/n)’s chest and face and Loki’s smirk rendered her speechless.

Bucky ignored her redness, continuing, “He uses his brain, his cunning, his agility, and his speed. Along with his magic, he become’s a dealy combination. You could learn a lot from him, which is exactly why I’m pairing you with him. But for a fair fight, no magic.”

“You’re no fun, Sargent,” the god complained.

“Unless (Y/n) has a trick up her sleeve, no magic.”

Loki looked at her with hopeful eyes, to which she only shrugged. “I only know party tricks. Sorry.”

The mix-matched pair stepped onto the mat, both hesitant. The moment Bucky’s voice rang “Start!” throughout the room, (Y/n) swung a punch, that was quickly deflected and brought behind her back. His body pressed against hers, heat and electricity in-between the two bodies. The agent writhed, brining her elbow hard into this side, then looping her legs around his own.

“That’s it, (Y/n)!” Bucky praised, and (Y/n)’s face flushed under the compliment and the god’s mighty stare. The applause fueling her, she had Loki down a moment later, sitting on his upper thighs, her own straddling his waist. His arms were pinned helplessly against the floor; she smirked.

Loki’s eyes were blown wide, breath heavy, but he smiled back. “You okay there, Silvertongue?” (Y/n) cooed sweetly. She had won.

“Loki,” Bucky called from behind the ropes, “quit holding back!” and the agent’s blood ran cold.

Instantly, her back slapped against the mat, the positions now reversed. Pinned, despite how hard she struggled and fought against his strength. Loki’s eyes locked with hers and her breath caught in the base of her throat, mouth running dry. 

“Never better, petal,” the god answered, whisper of breath crossing her face. The heat left her body as he got up, grabbed his duffle bag, and exited the gym.

(Y/n) sat on the floor, heaving and images of the bluest eyes flashing through her mind. 

AUTHORS NOTE

Holy shit. The first month of 2020 has been kicking my ass. Lord help us all. I’m so sorry for the wait, guys. I hope I can make it up to yall.

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[stachmousworld]

Punishments (Universe A)

Can also be read as a stand alone.

Summary: Tony tried to protect his baby brother and end up facing his demons. Will this new family be like Howard and Maria or will they sooth his pain?

REMINNDERRR

Two baby siblings: Kareem and Ahmaud.

Two older brothers:Darius (his baby is named after Anthony) and Joseph

One older sister Janice

 Part 1 - Part 3

Tony had playing with some Legos when it happened. First, there was a loud thump, followed by a few seconds of silence before the sound of glass crashing on the wooden floor could be heard from upstairs. He stood still, fear paralyzing each of his limb.

The Legos in each of his hands were now hurting him, but he couldn’t relax nor unclench his fingers around the plastic toys despite the blooming pain. Then, again, a moment of silence followed by some hurried footsteps toward his direction.

As the door opened, his baby brother, Kareem, entered the room, eyes widen in fear and guilt, lips wobbling. His entire little frame was trembling as he tried to repress his tears. Tony slowly opened his arms, not knowing what else to do and let the little one hug him tight. He closed he eyes and breathed in the scent of his baby brother. The Legos finally fell on the floor.

The sound of the baritone voice of their Babbo resonated in the entire house. Tony tightened his arms around his baby brother as terror struck him straight in the chest. He had trouble breathing, everything around was blurry.

“Kareem!” Babbo screamed looking angry, hands on his hips.

The mirrored image of Howard made Tony gulped. He opened his mouth to apologize for his brother but closed it quickly. He couldn’t talk back to Sir. It would have been seen as an insult.

Babbo took a few steps towards them. Tony reacted fast and came in front of his baby brother. His head held high, eyes staring straight into his Babbo’s. Whatever would happen, he wouldn’t let Howard – No - his Babbo do anything to Kar’. He had already taken some hits, Stark men were made of iron after all. He could defend Kar’. Tony was his protector and big brother.

So, he inhaled sharply and braced himself for the hits.

“Tony? What are you doing? And Kareem don’t believe that hiding behind your brother is going to help. You are not avoiding your punishment.”

Tony’s eyes widened in pure fear.

“Don’t Sir. Don’t hurt him. I’ll take his punishment…” The rest ended in inaudible babbles. Tony flinched and took a step back when he felt a hand on his jaw. It was it. He would strike him on the face, like Howard. I can take it…I can take it…

“Tony?”

He shook his head, sniffing hard.

“Kareem, call your mom and tell her it’s about Tony.”

Light footsteps running away. Babbo sighed. “I should have told him not to (a high-pitched yelp echoed in the stairs) run with his socks on. She is going to kill me, for sure.”

Tony flinched, coiling into a fetal position. Memories flashed through his mind, Howard handing him a hot tool, Maria watching with disdain, Howard slapping his face when he cried… his mind fell down the rabbit hole, trapped under the web of years of abuse, sadness, empty love.

Tony felt on his skin all the bruises, cuts, panic attack. All at once. At a certain point, he was sure he could smell burnt skin from his palms, and he screamed as the phantom pain resurfaced.

He wasn’t aware of his mammina’s presence in the room, nor their interaction. His mind came back to the first time he visited his Howard’s lab. Tony had been so thrilled to watch him work and have the possibility to show him his dog robot.

 He will be proud of me, little Tony thought happily. He has to be.

What Tony hadn’t foreseen was his dad’s anger at seeing a perfect functioning dog robot. Jealousy had run through Howard’s veins and he’d lashed out. He had grabbed his hammer and crushed the robot, his booming laughter echoing in the room at Tony’s obvious distress.

Jamie, Tony had named the dog. After the best Howling Commando soldier: James Buchanan Barnes. Tony always had a preference for him instead of Captain America. It scared him to think that Captain America could be friend with his father and would deem Tony as unworthy as his dad thought. Tony didn’t want to think of all the punishments, he’d receive from Captain America. He was so strong and powerful.

So, Tony pretended to not flinch when Howard mentioned Captain America and even faked his enthusiasm at hearing stories about him, but at nighttime, he’d place his captain America bear in his drawer, and would hug his Bucky bear tighter in his arms while sleeping. Bucky would protect him, like he did against the bullies beating down Steve Rogers.

He started crying and sobbing on the floor as he reached for the parts of Andy. The wails of his little dog robots stabbed him in the heart. “I’m sorry, Andy. I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice growing loudler.

“Stand up, boy, you are pathetic!”

Tony stayed down trying…trying to get all the limbs of Andy. Eyes blurry and hands shaking so badly it took him twice more time to gather everything. Suddenly, Howard snarled and stomped harshly and repeatedly on his hands.

A heart wrenching scream resonated in the room.

“What the hell, Cameron! What have you done?” she whispered.

“I don’t…I swear to God, I didn’t do anything.”

“Think back. I’m sure there was something you did, even unconsciously to terrify him”.

Cameron paced around before stopping. He suddenly turned around and stared straight in his wife’s eyes.

“Punishment. He told me to “hurt him” instead of Kareem”. Cameron lurched forward, gagging. His breathing was getting heavier. “Oh my God, he thought I would- ”

“Babe, calm down. I know it’s difficult, but you need to be there for him. I can’t do it alone. If I take care of him alone…”

“He’ll think I’ll hurt Kar’, and then him.”

“That’s my man. You’ll have to take care of him and talk to him. He needs to see that you are not Howard.”

A whimper came from Tony at the mention of the name. Cameron swore under his breath. his wife took his hands in hers and looked straight in his eyes. “Now go to the bathroom. He’ll need to take a good and hot bath. Be prepared…don’t joke, in his state I’m not sure he’ll understand.”

Cameron steadied himself and walked out. He only turned to witness his wife kneeling on the floor, singing.

 Che bella cosa e' na giornata 'e sole n'aria serena dopo na tempesta! Pe' ll'aria fresca pare già na festa Che bella cosa e' na giornata 'e sole. Tony’s flashback stopped. He was still in his dad’s lab, but the strike never hit its mark. He opened his eyes and saw the figure of Howard looming over him, feet high, eyes gleaming with evilness. He gathered what remained of Andy, cradled it and stepped aside, grimacing at the wet sensation in his pants. New tears appeared. I’m not a baby, I’m not a baby, he sobbed, as he tried to dry his pants, but messing up. Blood was smeared on the fabric.

Ma n'atu sole, cchiù bello, oje ne' 'O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! 'O sole, 'o sole mio, sta 'nfronte a te! sta 'nfronte a te!

 Tony stood straight and looked wildly around him. He just…there was a voice, singing their song. Mammina, he screamed. Mammina. He ran frantic around the lab looking for her. He only stopped when he noticed Howard moving again. Then Tony started running again, while Howard was chasing him. A scream escaped his mouth as he dodged dangerous tools and blocked all the insults. Tony wasn’t sure he could understand them anyway, with all the blood rushing to his head deafening all background sounds.

Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne, me vene quase 'na malincunia; sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenn

 Tony tripped and crawled clumsily away from Howard. A hand gripped his ankle and he lashed out. Howard’s hand slipped away. Tony scrambled to his feet, eyes on Howard who looked menacing. But he wasn’t looking at him. Tony turned around and sighed in relief. Mammina’s body stood still and calm, eyes solely focused on Howard, but her hand on Tony’s shoulder was soft and welcoming. He reached for her side and buried his face in her stomach. She caressed his head and pressed soft kisses on top.

“You can do it Luce dei miei Occhi. He can’t reach you. No more.”

Howards first blow at Mammina went straight through her. Howard staggered and fell through her and Tony as if they were ghosts. Tony looked at her in awed.

“You too can do it, Tesoro. I will never let anyone hurt you in your head. Never.”

His fear melted away at the confidence and love thrumming in his body. As Howard stepped forward to hit him, he passed through him, too. Howard’s face made Tony giggle. He watched Howards hurtling tools in his direction, only to have them go through his body.

“You have the power to do everything, here, Tesoro. Make it your peace.”

Even at his young age, 8 years old, Tony understood her words with the understanding of someone who had lived many years. He nodded.

 The changes were instantaneous. The lab morphed into his room in Mammina’s house. He heard his baby brother giggles and his older sister, Janice, arguing with his older brother, Darius.

Babbo was joking with Mammina while she was cooking.

 Ma n'atu sole, cchiù bello, oje ne' 'O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! 'O sole, 'o sole mio, sta 'nfronte a te! sta 'nfronte a te!

 Tony came back to himself exhausted. He couldn’t move one limb and didn’t want to. The flowery perfume of Mammina was too calming, her warmth and strength allowed him to be loved, freely. Mammina had never judged him for making mistakes or taking her time. She always was happy to see him. Like his brothers and sister. Weirdly enough, they seemed to have taken a liking in him and yet never expected anything from him.

Tony stayed on her chest, as she sang again and again, their song. Soon enough he could hear Janice, Yanick and even Kareem’s voice singing to him.

“My baby, it is time for you to open your eyes,” She murmured softly.

He shook his head, pressing it deeper into her cleavage.

“Don’t you want to take a good bath, with your toys. I’ll prepare a good hot chocolate with cinnamon, Chantilly and Speculoos, with a dash of caramel, and some cookies with big chunks of dark chocolate.”

Tony almost jumped out of her embrace to run to the bathroom with a renewed energy. Only now, he remembered his misadventure. He had peed on himself. Flushing heavily, he tried to hide, only to be scooped up by Darius. He stopped moving and hid his head in the crook of his neck.

“It’s nothing Tonio. We all had accidents; it happens. Not to me of course, I’m a man (his mom and Janice snickered) but. You should ask Janice about yesterday.”

“Hey!” Janice screamed indignantly. “It was an accident and you promised to never talk about it.”

“Put your pride aside, baby girl. You wouldn’t want me to tell your little c-r-u-s-h about it.”

A furious growled erupted from the 13 year-old-girl. Darius took his cue and walked briskly to the bathroom. Kareem laughed encouraging him to go faster. He opened the bathroom door and closed it on Janice face. The last thing they saw was her red face. Darius made a grimace, which should resemble Janice, took a high-pitched voice and reenact the previous scene. Tony giggled softly head still in Darius neck.

“Do I even want to know?” Cameron asked, looking tired.

“Nope. Anyway, I did my job and delivered a grumpy Tonio. Mom said she’d bake some cookies and a hot choco (Cameron whooped) for him”.

“Meh. I’ll send Janice negotiate with your mom.”

Darius looked away. Cameron sighed. He scratched he beard as he thought.

“What about Kareem? No. He is too small, and your mom has him controlled. What about you?”

“I’m still grounded.”

Cameron threw his hands in the air and grumbled.

“I have 4 kids…” He stopped in his tracks. “4 kids.” He repeated slower.

Darius shook his head, recognizing the usual shenanigans being set in place in his dad’s head. His faith in his own abilities were quite impressive, if nor a little concerning. He never succeeded when it came to their mom. She always found out.

Tony whimpered in his arms and tightened his legs around his hips. Cameron stopped rambling and glanced sadly at him. He walked slow and loud towards them, enough for Tony to hear him, and avoid any panic attack like earlier. He shivered at the thought. He prayed to never be as hopeless.

“Tonio, can you look at me?” Cameron said with a low voice.

“No.”

“Ok. Why do you not want to look at me?”

“Hurt me…”

Darius eyebrows rose to his hairline. Hurt him? One look at his dad confirmed the suspicions he also had. He kissed Tony’s head and whispered to his ear.

“Tonio, you know that I would never hurt you, nor lie to you, right?”

Silence.

“Dad had never hurt me. He had never hit me. He may raise his voice, but never to insult. He is not like that.”

He let Tony mulled over what he said. Until a tiny voice replied. “Why Kar’ looked afraid?”

Cameron rolled his eyes amused.

“He knows Dad told him not to run in the house with his socks. He was afraid because he’d get grounded, like me. No TV, no games and no protests for naps. Even though I’d like to have naps, mom won’t let me get one,” Darius finished pouting.

“Oh please, you wake up at 10am every day, you don’t need a nap.”

“Lies and Slander! My days are productive, thank you very much, and I need a nap.”

“Productive? You are on vacation. You don’t have to do anything. And if you want that nap, I’ll talk to your mom.”

“So, no nap for me.” Darius concluded dramatically.

“What is with you and the lack of respect! I can make your mom agree with me.”

Darius snickered. “You can…what?”  He scoffed. “When mom is going to know about you ‘making her do stuff…”

Tony was now fully relaxed. He giggled at the interaction, head peeking out of his brother’s neck.

“Sorry, Tonio, but mom needs to know about that.”

Darius put Tony down and rushed outside. Cameron screamed after him, only stopping when his wife’s voice was heard.

“He told you what! Cameron Benedict Jones!” She yelled from downstairs. He stayed stuck for a second before jumping in action. He closed the door and rushed towards Tony.

“Tonio, if you love me, you’ll get into the bathtub as quick as possible.”

His panicked face may have been what sent Tony into full joyful laughter. Cameron didn’t stop to enjoy his little boy happiness and helped Tony out of his pants and shirt. Once fully naked, he scooped him and placed him slowly in the bathtub. At the same time, the door opened violently.

Cameron forced himself to stay calm and moved normally. As normal as he could considering the breathing dragon in his back and his boy mocking him in front of him.

“Hey dear! We were just having fun.” He said, his voice trembling.

Tony laughter was still ringing in the room. Cameron craned his neck and glanced behind himself. His wife’s small frame was trembling. A few snorts escaped her mouth.

“Hey! Not you, too! First Tony, then Darius, and you, my wife!” He yelled, indignant.

Tony hid his face in the foam of the bath. Cameron let himself smile and relax a bit.

“You are really too easy to frighten, my precious husband. But I won’t forget what you said to Darius.” She finished in an ominous voice. Cameron gulped. She walked toward them, leaned to kiss Tony foamy face, then kissed Darius softly on the forehead.

“I never forget.” She muttered, before leaving.

The fun didn’t last long. A few minutes later, Tony was again nonverbal. He didn’t even try to play with the toys anymore and instead was gathering some bubbles around him. Cameron refrain himself from sighing. Really, why did he have to be the one to do that? He wasn’t even good at speeches like his wife and he tended to say the wrong things. And with his anger simmering under his skin, itching him to beat the hell out of Howard, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stay diplomatic. The bloody face of Howard passed his mine. He rejoiced in it. Darius would do it. He’d kill Howard. Jailtime or not. It would be worth it.

“Tony? Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?”

“No.”

Well, what a start.

“Tonio, we have to talk about it, you know it. You’ve seen us resolving conflicts before. That’s what family does.”

“You are not my family.” He said sadly. Cameron ignored the pang of pain in his chest that vehemently contradicted what Tony just said. He helped Tony out of the bath, drained the water and grabbed fuzzy towels. He wrapped his little boy in them and then squeezed him in his arms.

“Blood doesn’t make family. I was adopted. My parents died when I was a toddler and I had the chance to find a good family. Like you too. I know it is not the same, you still have Howard and Maria (He praised himself for not spiting their names. His wife would be impressed that’s for sure.) but we can be your adoptive family. Plus, you spent most of the year with us, anyway.”

Cameron kissed the top of Tony’s head and felt tiny arms around his neck, embracing him tightly. My precious boy, Cameron thought, cooing internally. Now came the hardest question.

“What were you really afraid of?”

Tony tapped his fingers on Cameron’s shoulder. He didn’t reply.

“Tonio, you scared me – us, earlier. I thought we’d have to go to the hospital. You really scared me within an inch of my life. I know that I did something to hurt you, and I wish to know what, so I won’t do it again.”

“When Howard is mad he…he raised his hand to punish me. I thought you’d the same to Kareem. But I’m his big brother and I’m supposed to be his protector,” he said firmly. “I did it because I wish someone would do that for me. But…I’m too weak. I could have never protected K’. You didn’t even hit me that I was ran away.”

Cameron bit his lips and closed his eyes tightly. His heart broke at Tony’s words and his hatred for Howard swelled up.

“I don’t want to hear those words out of your mouth, Tony.”

He unwrapped Tony’s arms from around him and cupped his tiny, red face. “Tonio, what you did was selfless. You fought your own fears, putting yourself in danger to protect someone smaller and more fragile than you. You were ready to get punished for him and jumped to his defense straight away. You did great. But…I’m not Howard, Tonio. I will never hit you. I never hit any of my children and will never. It disgusts and pained me to think that Howard could do that to you.” Tony opened his mouth probably to deflect the praise. Cameron shushed him.” No matter the reasons. It is not legal and normal for a parent to beat their children.”

Tony’s eyebrows were furrowed. Cameron let him mull over what he just said. He knew it would take more than few words to prove it to him, but they, as he entire family, would do everything to allow him a somewhat normal childhood.

As he watched Tony’s face transform under various emotions to settle on hopeful, he let the little bubble of love grow in his heart.

Everything would be okay. They’d make sure of that.

 (What a beautiful thing is a sunny day,

The air is serene after a storm!

The air is so fresh that it already feels like a celebration.

What a beautiful thing is a sunny day!

 But another sun, even more beautiful, oh my sweetheart,

My own sun shines from your face!

This sun, my own sun!

Shines from your face; it shines from your face.

 When night comes and the sun has gone down,

I almost start feeling melancholic; I’d stay below your window.

When night comes and the sun has gone down.

 Created by Alfredo Mazzuchi, but mostly known thanks to di Capua

Mother masterrliiiisssstt ✨✨✨🐱‍🏍

[nottodaylogic]

I am NOT taking the bed, Patton.

Summary: Patton is having Logan over for a sleepover. They’re both gay nerds.

Pairing: Logicality

Word count: 1515

Prinxiety version link

A/N: This is one part of a pair of oneshots that were... meant to be one shots... but turned out much longer... and taking from the summer to now... so yeah haha

This one ended up taking longer than the Prinxiety version because of this originally being shorter, but then we decided to extend it, and finally finished it today, emphasis on FINALLY

This was co-written by @ohbytheangel , who’s really freaking awesome and fun to write with :) @hghrules and @becca-becky are some friends who might like it, @tinysidestrashcaptain I kind of just really wanted to tag you aah

“This is your house. I’m not making you sleep on the couch.”

“Yeah, but you’re the guest!”

Logan shook his head, adamant. “Patton, I’m not making you take the couch. It’s your house. I want to be a polite guest.”

“Well, you’re the guest, and you don’t normally sleep here, so you should get the bed!” Patton crossed his arms. “I want you to be comfortable, Lo.”

“Well, I’d be uncomfortable taking your bed,” Logan said. He sat down on the couch.

“So would I, with you on the couch!” Patton exclaimed. “Come on, Logan, don’t be so stubborn!”

“Why don’t we just share the couch?” Logan asked, merely trying to be logical.

Patton blushed. “Well, I mean, if you want.”

Logan adjusted his glasses, slightly awkwardly. He hadn’t meant to make Patton blush. “I just think it’s simply the logical solution. Neither of us will take the bed, so shouldn’t we just share the couch?”

“I—okay?” Patton’s cheeks were slightly flushed now. “I guess you’re right. It is—logical, I mean.”

Logan felt his face grow warmer than a usual temperature. He was blushing.

He was blushing?

He didn’t blush.

He was an unfeeling creature of logic, and he didn’t blush.

He was frozen.

“So, lemme just go get some blankets and stuff and then we can go to bed.”

It was early, like two-in-the-morning-early. Logan supposed that he should have brought up bedtime a lot sooner, but he had had fun watching TV and talking with Patton. That two-AM foolish courage was the only reason Logan was able to nod and move around in some imitation of usefulness.

Soon, the couch was deemed a sleepable surface, there were pillows and blankets everywhere. Logan supposed that they had gone a bit over the top.

“Ready to go to bed?” Patton asked.

“Yes. We need some rest.”

“Well then.” Patton said, flopping down onto the couch, curling up among the blankets.

His hair was falling into his eyes, and his lips were in a loose smile. He was wearing a soft cat T-shirt and flannel pants.

He was adorable.

“Lo, come on, lay down,” Patton said.

“Right. Sorry,” Logan muttered, suddenly feeling awkward. He laid down onto the couch next to Patton and tried to get comfortable.

“I think that the couch is only made for one-and-a-half people to sleep on,” Patton said, laughing. “Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s no problem.” In attempt to have the two of them fit more comfortably, Logan threw his arm over Patton, pulling him close. Patton snuggled closer instinctively.

“You’re warm,” Patton murmured.

“Humans do tend to emit body heat, yes.”

Patton giggled, a light, cheerful sound. “It’s nice.”

Logan agreed, but he wasn’t about to admit that without careful thought and creating a mental pro-con list. And right now, he was too tired for anything but soft, lovey thoughts.

Patton rested his head on Logan’s chest in a way so that Logan was able to rest his chin on the top of his head. They had fit together perfectly, like the two last LEGO bricks in a million-piece set.

He loved it.

...okay, it was time to stop thinking gay thoughts and fall asleep.

“Goodnight, Patton.”

Patton moved slightly, and then, suddenly, a kiss was pressed to Logan’s cheek. “‘Night, Lo.”

How was he supposed to fall asleep after just being kissed?

Logan kissed Patton’s forehead softly. “Sleep well.”

—

When Logan woke up, he was lying on the floor, and Patton was nowhere to be found.

This didn’t make him worry until he realized that Patton was supposed to be somewhere to be found, and also when he remembered what had happened last night.

And that was when he started panicking.

Oh Crofters, what had he done?!

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. “Patton? Where are you?”

“In here!” Patton’s voice was coming from the kitchen, along with the smell of something, as the aforementioned boy would say, “yummy”. Bacon, maybe, or pancakes.

He stood up and walked to the kitchen. When he entered the room, he froze at the sight of Patton standing there, mid-pancake-flip, smile bright on his face, his light brown hair messy and partially under a lopsided beanie. His t-shirt was hidden beneath—

“You’re wearing my hoodie,” Logan observed. He was not blushing. He was not blushing.

“Oh.” Patton’s cheeks reddened. “I hope you don’t mind. I was kind of cold and…” he trailed off. He cleared his throat. “If you want it back—“

“No. No, you keep it. I’m good.” Patton looked so adorable in the hoodie, and Logan wasn’t about to deprive himself of such goodness.

“If you say so!” Patton nodded at the stovetop, where he was cooking pancakes and bacon. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“It smells really good.”

Patton blushed. “Aww, thanks Lo!”

When the pancakes were fully cooked and the bacon crispy as a fresh Jim in that one Trollhunters episode (Logan had watched that show with Roman once. His friend cried at the end. Roman got way too attached to fictional characters sometimes.), Patton dished up the breakfast, and they sat down to eat.

Logan took a bite of pancake and realized that he must be in heaven.

“Patton, this is…. adequately good.”

Patton beamed. “Aww, thanks, Lo!”

Logan never knew how to respond to thank yous, so he continued eating his pancakes of bliss.

When all the food had been consumed, a silence overtook the table.

Patton stood up. “I’ll get the dishes.” He picked up some plates and moved to grab Logan’s. Patton picked up the cup, looking Logan in the eyes. Logan half-stood up, just as Patton leaned in.

Their lips met, Logan hovering over his chair. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he heard dishes clattering onto the table, and then Patton’s arm was around his waist, pulling him upright.

He didn’t know what to do with his hands, but he did know that he wanted Patton closer, so he closed his hands on the other’s hoodie and pulled him nearer to him.

Patton gasped softly, whispering, “Logan”.

The sound of a fork clattering to the ground snapped him back to time. He stepped back, already wishing he hadn’t.

Patton’s cheeks were flushed, and Logan was guessing that his own looked the same.

“I—I’ll pick up the glass,” Patton muttered.

“It’s a fork. It’s metal.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Logan sighed.

“Uhh—maybe we should try and talk about our feelings or something?” Patton suggested.

“Feelings are confusing.” He slid his hands into his pockets, in his hair, rubbing his arms. “And tricky.”

“That’s kind of what feelings are, Lo.” He giggled softly. “They wouldn’t be any fun if they were easy.”

“They would be fun if they were easy to understand! And I don’t know, I just—you—you’re funny and nice and encouraging and I might feel something more than friendship for you.”

Patton peered through his glasses at him. He was smiling softly. “I feel the same way, Logan.”

His heart soared. “I’m glad. It would be very strange if we had just kissed and one of us didn’t reciprocate the other’s feelings.”

Patton somehow, even though the two were already close, stepped closer. “Maybe—do you think we could—kiss again?” He was blushing.

He looked adorable.

Logan nodded and leaned forward.

And then Patton’s hands were in his hair, and Patton was warm and soft and gentle, and Logan was cupping Patton’s face.

He never thought he’d enjoy romantic things like what he was currently occupied with.

But his younger self was an idiot.

His younger self never had imagined how good kissing someone could feel, how much fun it was, how there was someone he could trust this much, how much he could desire to know everything about someone, their innermost thoughts and feelings, their entire self.

His younger self didn’t know Patton.

Didn’t know love.

They moved apart from each other, before Logan spoke.

“So. Do you wanna watch a movie?”

Patton grinned. “Can we watch Back To The Future and cuddle?”

“Sure.” Logan’s eyes dropped. “It’s just—I don’t know how to cuddle.”

Patton took his hand. “It’s kinda like hugging but while sitting.”

“Sit-hugging?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Here.” He led Logan to the couch. Logan just let him, his brain muffled.

Patton gathered him into his arms like a fluffy cat on the verge of sleep. “Like this!”

“This is… unexpectedly nice.” He leaned his head onto Patton’s shoulder.

Patton giggled. “That’s kinda the point, Lolo!”

Logan hummed. “It’s good.”

Patton beamed.

Logan stayed bundled in the arms of his maybe-boyfriend for a very long time as the movie played in the background.

It was so nice and warm and peaceful.

His eyes felt heavy, the white noise of Back To The Future lulling him to sleep, the occasional soft kisses on his forehead calming.

Logan would wake up later, but he’d been awake long past a healthy sleep schedule time. A nap wouldn’t hurt.

Patton murmured something in his ear, brushing his hair back with his fingers. The movements felt soft and nice, casual affectionate gestures.

He gradually drifted off to sleep.

[drkoestersmithrpg]

NEXT Chapter of Their First Time - still no sex

The shower was huge, because of course it was.  There was a bench against one wall to sit on, which made Peter get wicked ideas he was too damn shy to mention.  It was dimly lit inside, which was odd, but it’s not like Peter was there to read a book.  

Tony sent him in first and he puzzled out the faucets until Tony entered.

Peter was aware that Tony was shirtless for the first time, and tried politely not to look.  He wondered if the lights in the shower were so dim on purpose.

Tony looked relaxed as he stood under the spray, and he kept one arm around Peter’s waist which made Peter feel relaxed too.  He was shy moving in for kisses, and after a few he found the soap, Tony seemed to just old-fashioned bar soap like May did, and boldly began soaping his older lover down.  

He ran his hands over Tony’s neck and shoulders, then his arms.  In the dim light he could still see Tony’s chest, his forehead was practically resting on Tony’s shoulder now, but Tony didn’t seem to mind.  The roadmap of badly healed scars, all roads leading to the circle of pain in the middle, were fascinating, but he waited for permission to touch.

He ran his hands down the arms to the waist.  He had wanted to touch Tony there, had wanted to do that for a very, long time, and now he took the opportunity.  Tony didn’t protest, or comment, as Peter’s hands ran over and under the shaft, over his inner thighs and over his scrotum.  He only watched silently.  He seemed amused.

Peter sighed and smiled.  He had spent a long time planning this moment, and even longer longing for it.  

(Of course, he would never admit that out loud!)

After a while Tony took over and gave Peter the same treatment, with one exception.  When it was over he had Peter facing the shower wall and was pressing their bodies together.

“You want me to pound that virgin ass for you tomorrow, Petie-Pie?”

Peter sighed.

“First, not even.  Second, I would not make a good pie, I would make a terrible pie, I would make a pie nobody would eat.  Third, well yeah because you promised you wouldOH JESUS Tony!”

Peter tried to turn his head and look down but there was really no point.  Tony was on his knees, Peter’s parted cheeks in both hands, and was doing something Peter had only heard described in memes and had always assumed was fictional.

 * * * * *

They snuggled into Tony’s ridiculously large bed, Peter clad in a borrowed pair of boxers.  Peter tried not to let Tony see his wide eyes, but he was feeling wide-eyed.  Tony didn’t put his arm around Peter, but was content to let Peter press his forehead to Tony’s upper arm and stay there.  Tony reached for his hand and they lay that way, finger’s entwined, talking quietly.

It was heaven.

(Among other things, because Tony couldn’t Peter’s eyes. Sometimes they went wide again, just thinking about what Tony had done to him in the shower.)

Tony was asking a lot of personal questions. Peter tried to ask some in return but Tony mostly brushed them off, which was irritating.  Still, they were talking, actually exchanging information, something Peter felt like they hadn’t done since the Guardians of the Galaxy arrived.  And if this was the information Tony wanted, so be it.

But, dammit, it was hard to admit private thing to things to Tony.

“Ok…so… handcuffs?” he was asking now, playing with Peter’s fingers.

“Cops use them…on bad guys.”

“Have you ever used them?”  

“Why?  I’m not a cop.  Besides, cops use zip-ties now.”

“Ever web-up anyone and get them naked?

“Why would I do that?  My partners have all been willing.  Aren’t yours?”

“Leather?”

“Thats…..good …..for motorcycle jackets?  Very practical.”

“Rimming?”

Peter grinned and ducked his head.  

“Enjoyed it – just now.  Very much.  Never thought about doing that in the shower though, but now it makes perfect sense, actually.  I’d like to try it, but you’d have to stay still.”

“Toys?”

“I have multiple lego sets.  Ok…”  he said, trying hard not to blush.  “Toys are interesting … when you’re alone.”

“Dildo’s or vibrator?”

“I’m not telling you!”

“So…I don’t get to see them?”

“No.”

“Plastic or otherwise?”

“Plastic…wait what other kinds are there?”

“Have you ever been with a girl?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“What happened with that MJ girl?”

“MJ was my one-and-only girlfriend.  She is great and she is very intelligent.  We kissed for exactly 3 months when we both decided we were gay.”

“But have you ever had sex with a girl.”

“I just told you, I’m not interested in girls.  Duh.”

“Oh.  Practical,” Tony said, as if he had never considered that option before.  

“So, how many boys have you been with at a time?”

“Tony – I go to school at Columbia, not a porn studio.  Speaking of which, what is up with this bed?  This bed is the same size as my bedroom.”

“This is what is called an Alaskan King, which sleeps one more than a Wyoming King.  It’s supposed to be ostentatious.  And I’ve slept in bigger.  But it has it’s advantages.  Believe me – you can make up to three wet spots and just keep moving over without ever changing the sheets.

Peter hid his face in Tony’s arm, again, to hide his eyes.

“So….how many people have you been with at one time?”

“I plead the fifth.  Favorite position?”

Peter smiled.  “All of them,” he answered honestly.

“Do you like guys cut, or uncut.”  

“I just take guys as they are….speaking of which….” he said gently, “Why are you cut?”

Tony shrugged.

“Drugs?”

“Illegal drugs? Tony I’m an Avenger!”

“Whatever, Prudence.  Alcohol?”

“Well obviously…”  

“I mean other than when you snuggling up to Bruce at my parties and drink whatever he brings you….”

“Oh, are we jealous?”

“Why should I be jealous?  Bruce is a free agent.  So, booze, yes or no?”

“Well yeah, alcohol, obviously, I’m in college.   But I’ve tried…I set out to get drunk a couple of times but that’s…. it doesn’t really…take.  Wait I thought we were talking about sex, why are you giving me the purity test?”

“…. the purity test still exists?”

“Internet, Tony.  Anything that was on the internet once is on the internet somewhere.”

There was a long silence.

“…….the purity test was on the internet?”

They into silence from time to time.  Some times he only felt peaceful.  Other times Peter’s head filled with questions that he wanted to ask – Tony would be such a wealth of information – but couldn’t get up the nerve.

At least he did break the silence, but all he asked was “Are you really going to make me wait until tomorrow to…..”

Tony made a gesture, a little wave, with his hand.

It was non-committal.  It could have meant anything.

But when he made the move, their fingers were intertwined, and to Peter, it looked very romantic.

[solemncadaver]

Friendsim Trolls According to my Girlfriend who hasn’t played Friendsim

Ardata (Cobalt): w... who took bites out of her horns? Can and will kill you in your sleep. Plotting evil plans 23/7 (the 24th hour is for drinking coffee with LOTS of milk and sugar)

Diemen (Rust): Always eating food (why is that hot dog bun GREEN-), will never call you by your name, only nicknames like bro, dude, man etc, probably owns a skateboard but can't drive it

Cirava (Gold): Oo funky! Has a horrible backstory and doesn't talk about it EVER, is chill all the time, likes 70s-80s fashion and actually wears it with style! Is as extra as the fact they've got 4 horns

Amisia (Indigo): definitely an artist! The "weird kid", has not slept in 5 days because she just HAD to finish that one painting, cuts her own hair with scissors not meant for cutting hair yet it looks amazingly good! Probably either super pure and nice or will kill you if you breathe in her direction

Bronya (Jade): The cool big sister, helps you do your makeup and dye your hair, if you hurt one of her friends those boots will land in your face, probably has a tumblr with aesthetic images

Skylla (Bronze): Yeehaw howdy pardner! Isn't only from a ranch, she OWNS one! Can and will punch you for no reason, makes you do her chores if you wanna stay at her place, has never seen a hairbrush in her life

Tagora (Teal): Tries his best to be edgy and frightening, sometimes almost fails at that, could be in one of those "barber: say no more fam" memes, thinks he's an evil overlord but is actually just a delinquent, probably doesn't get a redemption arc and only like 2 people are mad about that

Vikare (Bronze): Wants to be a pilot/is a pilot but DON'T TRUST THEM WITH AN AIRPLANE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, pretends wearing that pilot hat is a fashion choice when in reality they can't take it off again with those horns, nobody has ever seen them sleep and people are concerned

Polypa (Olive): The most feral being (or she fell down the stairs and is mad about it), problems balancing with only one eye able to see, could claw out your heart and not bat an eye, the hole in her horn is from when someone tried to take her out, nobody has ever seen that person afterwards

Zebruh (Indigo): Looks like an ASSHOLE. What are his horns doing they're not pointed that's not how horns should work, very smug! Has a shitty job and is pretentious about it to people w/o a job, looks like the cryptic bartender in a stereotypical drama thriller that the detective has to interview to know who killed the rich guy's wife

Elwurd (Cobalt): Look at those extra af horns! Def owns a motorcycle, flirty but has never received actual affection, has a mental breakdown every 2 days but pretends EVERYTHING'S FINE, makes 5 puns a minute

Folykl & Kuprum (Gold): What a goal: Carry your bud around in your giant ass backpack! I......don't know who is who tbh but! They both have cool spider looking horns! The best evidence for 'opposites attract', the only friends they have are each other, secretly planning to overthrow the government

Remele (Cobalt): The x on her left eye symbolizes that she has found her next victim. It's you. Run. Could probably use her horn as a climbing hook, v passive aggressive, makes her own clothes, works out a lot and is stronger than she looks

Konyyl (Olive): My fight, flight or flirt instincts have been activated. Could snap you in half by looking at you yet can be super soft if she wants to (you gotta be REAL close to her though), likes matcha ice cream and yells at it when it melts, is NOT tidy

Chixie (Bronze): Shy babey. Will probably be interrupted 3 times when trying to speak because she's just so quiet, has been left on her own and now has no idea how to survive yet is too shy to ask for the way. Someone come help her please.

Tyzias (Teal): Bored college student. Will NOT help you in an emergency so don't even ask. Secretly likes cryptids, is Done (tm), nobody has ever seen her outside of campus, roasts people in the most monotone voice ever

Chahut (Purple): F-... fear ':)? Eh, that's probably just paint! Right? Right???... Is probably being forced to do horrible things, can't remember their childhood, looks scary but only unintentionally, I'd still smooch tbh

Azdaja (Gold): Reminds me of that ching prince from FMA:B tbh, has a weird aesthetic going on, has the upper hand everywhere without trying, probably has 3 fake names, is always cool but can slip up and make goofy remarks

Zebede (Gold): Smol round boi! Probably played soccer in 5th grade, now makes v interesting and functional machines from Lego, probably owned a pet hamster at some point, has no sense of danger

Tegiri (Teal): Is that a KATANA-.... Still not out of his weeb phase, is VERY devoted to his aesthetic, talks either in one word sentences or dramatic quotes from a show nobody has seen, shop owner who sells you weapons

Mallek (Cobalt): Oh look it your hubby! He looks like a trickster tbh yet all the fanart looks sweet and pure!? (Also how do you pierce horns-) how many piercings has he though? Is there fanart- 👀... anyways he kinda looks like the popular kid and the emo kid combined, but like in a good way!?! Probably has a secret key for the whole town that he shouldn't have, can store everything in that hoodie pocket (it's like Hermione's bag :3!)

Lynera (Jade): Looks like the weird art/music teacher, v nice though! Has a lot of weird hobbies that her friends politely decline to join, likes to bake for everyone, likes children or absolutely loathes them

Galekh (Indigo): Is this Roman from Sanders Sides? Jdhdkd he looks like the strict angry teacher, will absolutely refuse giving help and does not allow any flaws (both in you and in himself) can spot someone doing illegal things from a mile away, is not afraid to call people out

Tirona (Teal): Look at that spider hair! Looks good 👉👉, is probs v shy and awkward but tries to talk to everyone anyways, has some exotic pets that she doesn't tell anyone about bc someone once said it's weird, just wants to be accepted, clumsy af

Boldir (Olive): Hiding ..... something ...., private but not stealthy investigator, is distracted way too easily, is the detective I mentioned back at Zebruh's, v loyal, will absolutely get you arrested if you're *in the way*

Stelsa (Teal): Looks like a cool but bitchy mom, probably gets a manicure every week, she looks just like my mom which is scary wth, will not hesitate to roast Karen at the school bake sale, those lemon bars are horrible KAREN, why didn't you let your third husband help K A R E N

Karako (Purple): What- ?

I-.... I'm confused! But okay!

Never makes sense, nobody has ever seen them eat or sleep, appears in your room at 2 am when you have sleep paralysis

Marsti (Rust): Probably is like the classic mechanic, can weld 👌👏👉👉👍, is done with everyone's bullshit but will still try to help (occasionally), drinks too many energy drinks and not enough water, everyone asks her for favors and she is having none of it

Charun (Olive): Peaceful gardener, don't stand in their sun and they won't bother whatever you do, just wants a little farm house near a small town with his pet cat, don't walk on their vegetables or they'll chase you with a rake

Wanshi (Jade): Just a nice person. A total sweetheart. Just wants to have fun, very optimistic, the most functional person you'll ever meet, drinks a lot of green tea and hot chocolate

Fozzer (Rust): Nice person but not very bright, doesn't know how electronics work, has a flip phone from like 2006 and that's enough for him, has a lot of houseplants but can't really keep them alive

Marvus (Purple): 👀👀👀 You know how I think about him (😭🍀😏😎🍀💖🌾❤ 11/10 best ti🅱🅱y window would allow him to stab me)

Daraya (Jade): Smol but will fight you. Is super done and will not help you, but also won't stop you. Probably has 2-4 knifes somewhere on her body at all time.

Nihkee (Indigo): Looks like a pirate captain + professional wrestler in one, like! Probably drinks their coffee black just so people respect them more, will show off every trophy they have (a lot) if someone decides to listen to them

Lanque (Jade): 👀👀👀👍 the most dramatic and salty being alive, v stylish, takes 2 hours a day just to get ready, probably has 16 meetings a day, could work as a model, will cut anyone and everyone that says he should change something about him

Soleil (Purple): Ah yes, the obligatory twins. Probably cursed by a spiteful witch at birth, have never been seen seperate, occasionally like to scare people by pretending to be the twins from shining

I’m crying