#Tom coming up to comfort Sam when he got corrected was so cute

[letsbesharkfriends]

three-person Letters, three times the chaos

get yourself someone who looks at you the way these guys look at each other 😭

[inchling-prince]

Is Wheeler not the only really nice person at the police station? Wheeler is nice to everyone. Rooky is nice to almost everyone except Allen. Tom is openly annoyed at Duke and Rooky and mostly indifferent to everyone else. Sam is an asshole to everyone. Allen doesn't really interact with anyone. Duke is, well, just tell me you wouldn't find him exhausting to work with. That being said, the criminals are often assholes to each other too but super friendly toward others. Actually, A lot of people in town seem to be assholes to those they work with and nice to everyone else. Gabby is not exactly on good terms with Craig. Hubbs and Tread don't seem to like each other much. Tippy and that other doorman guy.

Well, as far as Rooky, everybody has that one guy they work with that just annoys the shit out of them. Nobody’s nice to everyone. I think Bennett is just out of place in Lego city. He seems like a normal boss that’s just so exhausted with the level of Duke’s shenanigans that he’s just over it, but he did address Duke accidentally being an asshole that one time, so it seems like he does try to get along with his coworkers. And Wheeler gets annoyed with Duke too at one point. It’s just a fact of life that you can’t get along with everybody 100% of the time, and it’s implied reasonably often that people get along offscreen.

That said, I would fucking die trying to work with Duke. I adore him. Keep him far far away from me. I would lose my whole mind. I would transform into Tom Bennett overnight.

Give me some examples of the criminals being jerks to each other, Nothing’s coming to mind for me. I mostly remember them being pretty chill. Fendrich’s people especially. Like Vito gets all excited and cute and waves to everybody when they go break him out of prison, they play jenga, they goof off and do impressions together. Hank is comfortable putting on his tiara and telling Vito he feels beautiful. They only time I can think of that there was conflict between them was that time Vito got all irritated with Frankie for giving up and letting Duke arrest him without a fight which is y’know, pretty understandable, I’d get annoyed with my coworkers for making my job harder too.

And Tippy and Cortez don’t seem to actually dislike each other imo. Cortez comes to open the door for Tippy and tells him he respects him, he just… gets annoyed because Tippy can’t stop correcting people about doors. Tippy is THE annoying coworker that you like on a personal level, but his work practices drive you nuts.

I think a lot of what we see is less that the characters are assholes to each other, and more that we get to see a lot of day to day minor conflicts because those are more interesting than everyone getting along all the time.

Gabby really does hate Craig though lmao.

[childishfluff]

Mister Nook- Little!Tommy/CG!Awesamdude (DSMP Agere)

Summary: 

When Tommy gets himself into trouble while regressed, and Sam has to be stern with him for the first time ever, and the new caregiver finds out some of the ways Tommy's past caretakers have affected him.

But everything turns out fine, because Mister Nook knows just how to cheer him up and exactly what to say to help him feel better. -- This is non-sexual, sfw age regression, dni if you're nsfw/abdl/ageplay/cgl/ect. If any of the creators included in this work say *anything* about being uncomfy with fan fiction/of agere content including them, I will take this down and/or modify it appropriately. If they have already said something that I'm unaware of, please let me know.

A/N: Okay so I wanted to write something cute bc the familial dynamic here?? is so?? cute?? anyways- also, here, tommy deals with anxiety/has a sort of panic attack, sorry I'm projecting onto c!tommy and no one can stop me. It's also really fluffy near the end, but I wanted to put the appropriate warnings. Warnings: Talk of slightly abusive past-cgs (only mentioned/you can see the after effects of it), little breaking down/having a short panic attack but Sam helps him through it, attempting to hide fidgeting (idk if that needs a warning?), and Tommy thinking badly about himself.

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His tear-filled eyes were casted down, staring at his own feet as he switched his weight between them, waiting to be yelled at by the adult man in front of him. He held his hands behind his back, attempting to hide the fact that he was fidgeting.

"You could've hurt yourself, Tommy," Sam spoke softly, crouching down to meet his height. "I need you to stick with me, and not climb anything, I don't know how many times I have to tell you." He sounded disappointed, but not quite mad. Tommy waited, expecting more scolding or punishment.

He had regressed while on a trip for supplies with Sam Nook (the teenager didn't need to know that it was just Sam acting for his sake), the creeper hybrid immediately offering to care for him. And Tommy, instead of being thankful for Sam's kindness, ignored every rule he set in place. No wandering off, no climbing things because 'you're just a kid and I don't want you to get hurt', he didn't listen to any of it.

Sam had been patient, too, stopping his collecting and calmly reminding the kid that he wasn't supposed to do that, before ruffling his hair or kissing his forehead and returning to his work. All of that, only for Tommy to immediately go back to the thing he wasn't supposed to do.

Tommy heart had dropped and melted into a pool of anxiety the moment Sam snapped in frustration and pulled him down from where he hung on a tree, telling him that he shouldn't try and climb when he's so small and clumsy. The moment Sam got to stern with him, Tommy was prepared for yelling and some sort of punishment.

A time out? Ten minutes of no-talking-time, no matter how emotional he was or how much comfort he needed? Maybe his stuffed animals would be taken away once they headed home, or possible his favorite toy would be banished to a cabinet he couldn't reach for a bit. Or he wouldn't be allowed to have his favorite dessert, chocolate chip cookies, for a little while. He didn't know, it was always a surprise with his past caregivers.

"M' sorry," Tommy mumbled, not looking up at him. He blinked away tears, sniffling already.

"Hey," Sam realized that he made him cry, frowning, "I'm sorry I snapped at you, Toms. I just got frustrated, no one's upset with you, or angry," he said, trying to get a glance at his face, only for Tommy to duck his head farther down. "Hey, hey, look up at me." he still spoke softly, calmly as ever, which only scared Tommy more.

It felt like he was watching a ticking bomb, and that Sam would hit a certain point and just burst, and the bomb explosion would bring the overly-harsh disciplinary behaviors he was used to.

He had broke the rules, where was the yelling?

Tommy felt fingers under his chin, gently guiding him to look up. He was a bit confused when he saw nothing but the face of a concerned friend. "Sorry, sorry, should've listened," he mumbled, backing away from Sam. "P'ease don' be mad."

"I'm not mad! Not at all," Sam didn't know how to help, or why the boy was so scared. All it took was him getting a little frustrated for Tommy to become an anxious mess, crying and begging for him not to be mad. What had his past caregivers done to make him expect anger so bad it made him cry, when he broke the rules?

He was simply a child being ordered to just follow an adult around with nothing to do while said adult worked, it wasn't fun and it should almost be expected for him to get into a little trouble, Sam knew that. That's why he was being so lenient and calm, trying to find ways to entertain Tommy as he worked, he was trying to be understanding. But apparently, past caregivers didn't think the same way.

"No, no, m' sorry," Tommy continued to fidget behind his back, still feeling the need to hide his anxious habit, not listening to Sam's attempts at reassuring him as he panicked. He finally finds an adult that cares about him, and he messes it up by being a brat (As Wilbur so kindly put it constantly back in Pogtopia)? Sam hated him, there's no way he didn't. He had messed up already and he hated himself for it.

"Come here," Sam ordered, opening his arms. "If you want to," he added, realizing that the boy might not want to hug him. He didn't know how else to comfort a crying child, though.

Tommy only stepped forward, wiping at his face and going quiet. Sam sighed, "Okay," he lowered his arms, figuring he wasn't getting anywhere with that. Plus, the creeper didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He'd just figure out another way to help him.

"What's wrong, Toms?" He wanted to figure this out, he just wanted to help him.

"When are you gonna yell at me, Mister Nook?" he tilted his head as he looked up at Sam with curious and innocent eyes, genuinely confused with the situation. Sam was still being nice to him, even though he wasn't being good. He didn't get it.

"Why would I yell at you?" Sam seemed confused, and all the more concerned.

"Cause I was bad," Tommy mumbled, dropping his hands to his sides when Sam seemed to noticed that his arms were moving.

Sam took a second to process the little's words, feeling anger bubble in his chest when he put together what that meant. He couched down a bit more, giving Tommy a serious look.

"Tommy, did your other caregivers yell when you broke the rules or got in trouble?" He questioned carefully, feeling himself get unreasonably angry as he thought about what his next interactions with Philza or Technoblade would look like. He pushed that aside, looking to Tommy. For now, he needed to focus on the regressor, and help him calm down. He had an anxious little to care for, he'd get revenge on the assholes that made him anxious at a later date.

\He watched as Tommy nodded nervously. "And yelling scares you?" he asked, sympathetic tone in his voice. Another nod, paired with Tommy looking down at his feet again, as if he was embarrassed. Sam lifted his chin again, "So, your old caregivers, they got mad at you when you misbehaved?"

He sounded shocked, like the behavior was unreasonable. Of course, it really was, but Tommy didn't quite understand that. He didn't deserve to be yelled at just because he wasn't perfectly behaved all the time. He didn't deserve to be treated this badly, especially when he was turning to his safe place.

Tommy nodded a bit, wiping a tear from under his eye, "Don' like it when people are mad at me. Makes me feel bad." he explained in his childlike voice. He was calming down a bit, listening to Sam's non-angry not-loud voice, almost ready to believe that he wasn't gonna be screamed at.

"Oh, sweet thing," Sam sighed, feeling his heart melt in his chest, "I'm never gonna get mad at you for breaking the rules, okay? I might get a little upset, or frustrated, but never mad, and I won't yell at you unless I absolutely have to, which I'm sure I won't." he explained. Tommy seemed to feel a bit better hearing that, slipping younger as he listened to Sam's calm and soft and reassuring voice.

"You sure? m' not in twouble?" Tommy fiddled with his hands behind his back again, a little sad that he did have any of his comfort items with him. All of his fidget toys and stuffed animals were tucked in a chest in his shack. He hadn't planned to regress today, so all that stuff was back at home.

"No, I don't like punishments anyway! Just try to listen better next time, okay? I'm also really sorry that I snapped at you." Sam held out his pinky, promising that Tommy was okay. Tommy took it in his own, seeming relieved when Sam didn't take back his words in any way. "We'll work on rules and rewards, and getting you to listen better, and how to deal with it when you don't without scaring you. We can talk about it when you're big."

Sam wasn't lying. He preferred the idea reinforcing positive behaviors and softly correcting negative ones, and only using simple, quick punishments that connected directly to whatever was done whenever they were really needed.

Sam ruffled his hair, glad that he wasn't crying anymore, happy he had found a way to comfort him without crossing any of his boundaries. Tommy leaned into the touch as he processed his words. "Rewards?" he seemed like an excited little puppy. Was he not rewarded for good behavior before? Did none of his previous caregivers know what positive reinforcement was?

"Yeah, if you're a good baby and follow the rules well, we can get you new toys and stuff. How does that sound?" Sam paused, thinking it over. "Actually, you can earn a reward if you stick by me and don't climb anything for the rest of the trip."

Tommy's eyes widened as he gasped, bouncing on his feet. "Really?"

"Yep!" Sam said, popping the 'p', "If you're on you're very best behavior, I'll pay Eret to make you a new stuffie, okay? It can be anything you want!" Sam spoke in an overly-excited voice, matching Tommy's 'excited toddler' energy. He'd rather a hyper little than an anxious one.

"Even even ev-" Tommy took a breath, his excitement causing him to stumble over his words, "Even a cow? Wanna a cow stuffie!"

"If that's what you want, I'll just have to ask Eret what she can do," Sam nodded, standing up straight. "C'mon kiddo, I'm gonna get the last of what we need so that we can head home."

Immediately, Tommy followed Sam, sticking by his side the rest of the trip. Not because he was scared of getting in trouble, but because he wanted his reward. He wanted to make 'Mister Nook' proud of him. That's what being a softer caregiver did, it made him want to behave.

Little did anyone know, a softer caregiver is exactly what he needed. Yelling didn't work, it only sent him into panic attacks and break downs. And Sam picked up on that quicker then any of his previous caregivers ever did.

Instead of wandering off and causing trouble, he fiddled with his hands (not behind his back, or because he was anxious, but because he was excited and hopeful) as he followed Sam around like a little helper, rambling on about whatever he wanted, temporarily forgetting about his previous tears or anxious thoughts as Sam was nothing but kind and gentle with him. Eventually they headed home, Sam offering to stay with Tommy for the night, not wanting him to be this little alone.

"Good job today, kiddo. I'll ask Eret about that cow stuffie when I see them next, yeah?" Tommy led Sam to his bedroom once the caregiver told him it was getting late and he wanted him to get to bed soon.

Tommy smiled, "I really did good?" he asked, looking up at Sam hopefully. "Be- beca-" he huffed, frustrated with himself for struggling with the word, "Cause' I tried really hard!" he eventually settled on shortening the word, a little shocked when Sam didn't try to correct him, or get annoyed because he 'wasn't speaking properly'.

"I know, sweetheart. And that's all I ask for, is that you try," Sam ruffled his hair. Just like earlier, Tommy leaned into the touch. After this, Sam lead him through the process of getting ready for bed, laying down with him when the little claimed he absolute needed to cuddle both the creeper hybrid and every single one of his stuffies.

"T'ank you, Mister Nook," Tommy mumbled, cuddling into his chest sleepily.

"For what, Toms?" Sam smiled at his use of 'Mister Nook', glad he found an endearing term he was comfortable with using. This was Sam's first time officially caring for Tommy, though he had agreed that he would when Tommy opened up about wanting to start regressing again a few weeks prior. He just didn't think it'd happen on a trip for supplies.

"Helpin' me when I was sad. Makin' me feel better," he explained his thought process the best he could in his childlike headspace, "Make me happy." He was obviously half asleep, but he was telling the truth. He meant every word he said, even if it didn't make complete sense.

Sam felt his heart warm as Tommy nuzzled his way further into Sam's chest, somehow cuddling even closer. Big Tommy would surely be embarrassed in response to this whole situation, but the new caregiver just found it adorable. "Awe, you're welcome, buddy. I'm glad I could help." he smiled softly, hold him close.

This kid just had him wrapped around his finger, huh? He came in, with his anxiety and trauma, obviously needing help, that Sam was quick to offer. And he was glad he did so, he wanted to do everything he could to help this annoying blonde kid, even if it'd be the end of him.

Tommy seemed to be getting closer and closer to falling asleep by the second, his eyes fluttering shut as he started to give up on staying awake. "Mhm, love yous Mister Nook." His voice was barely audible, mumbled out softly and quietly.

Sam was a little shocked when he processed his words, but he smiled wide, happy that the little cared about him too. He had grown to care about this kid, a lot, and in a very short amount of time. "I-i love you too, kiddo."

But Tommy was already fast asleep, safe in his caregivers arms as he dreamt of playful adventures and fun games, no worries in his mind about loud yelling or anxious tears. Because he was just a kid, and he shouldn't have to worry about those things.

And Sam wanted to do everything he could to help him live a fun and worry free life, the kind of one he'd see in his dreams. He just wanted to protect him. From overly harsh carers or anxiety, no matter what it took.

Because he was Little Tommy's 'Mister Nook'.

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A/N: I hope y'all liked that! if you're reading this, then you get some exciting news! I'm doing a joint writing project (a short, multi-part dsmp agere fic) that I should be posting the first chapter of soon! It's been really cool see our writing styles and headcannons clash as we work on this, and I really hope you guys like it! I am very excited about it!

anyways, please reply/reblog with/send asks with feedback on this chapter. Can you relate to Tommy? Do you like how I portrayed Tommy and Sam's new cglre dynamic? You can say literally anything, I still appreciate it. Criticism, your favorite scene or bit, or literally heart emojis to say 'hey! I enjoyed this but I'm awkward and this is how I show my support!!!'. 

And, feel free to request something, either in this universe, a completely different one, or one of my others. The worst that can happen is that I say no/take a while to get to it! have a good day, everyone! thanks for reading! 

[clara-licht]

You’ve Gotta Be Kidding Me

You woke up in a familiar place with Marvel actors staying there. Or at least, you thought they were actors...

Pairing: The Avengers & Reader Genre: Platonic, general Word Count: 1.9k Note: This is an edited version from my old work in deviantart where the idea is you somehow met the Avengers, but you thought they were the actors instead. It’s been a while since I last wrote something so this was a nice refresher! I got a Peter Parker imagine in works right now, though.

When you opened your eyes, you instantly regretted it.

"Ugh!"

You shielded your eyes from the burning light. When your eyes finally adapted to the lightings, you took in your surroundings. You were in a familiar room. But you didn't think you've been there before. It just that you thought you knew this room. It was quiet, but not dead quiet. You kept looking around you in silence, until a voice startled you.

"Good morning, miss."

"Who's there?!" You immediately jumped out of the bed you'd been on.

"Please do not be alarmed. My name is FRIDAY, an Artificial Intelligence created by my boss, Anthony Stark."

Hearing this, you scoffed. FRIDAY? Anthony Stark? Okay, this was either a dream or someone was pulling prank on you. "Yeah, right. And I fell from the sky to SHIELD's Helicarrier, saved by Captain America, and was treated by Dr. Bruce Banner in Stark Tower. Or is it Avengers Tower?" You said sarcastically.

You got to admit; you loved Marvel. Even if you were pretty sure Endgame also ended your life as you knew it and you couldn't accept a lot of things that happened in that movie. Like Steve leaving Bucky for Peggy, who he knew already had a fulfilling life and children? Nonsense. Far From Home was also quite heartbreaking, seeing your favorite character, Peter Parker, going through a lot like that. You just re-watched it a few days ago and had a good cry about it. Or was it weeks ago? Or hours ago? Wait, why were your memories foggy? You couldn't remember what happened before you woke up in the room.

"Are you okay?"

It took a moment for you to regain your composure. "Yeah, I'm fine. So, care to explain what happened? You can't be the real FRIDAY. As much as how I wanted you to be, FRIDAY only exist in Marvel Universe. Where is this? How did I end up here? What happened? Who are you and what do you want?"

"One moment."

You raised an eyebrow. Now she intended to make you wait? Whoever that guy who pretended to be FRIDAY was, her voice could seriously pass as Kerry Condon's.

A sound of door sliding open made you turned around. And God did you not regret doing it.

"OH MY GOD. ROBERT DOWNEY JR?!"

"Who?" The vertically challenged man, who clearly was Robert Downey Jr. a.k.a Iron Man actor, frowned. Now you didn't care if it was a prank pulled by your friends. You got to meet Downey after all!

"Oh God, are you really?! What did I do to deserve meeting you?!" You started squealing.

"Hey, FRIDAY? Are you sure she's not mentally broken? She hit her head quite hard, didn't she?"

"Yes, boss. I ran full scan of her and right now the amount of dopamine in her brain is increasing- indicating that she's happy. Aside from that, I am 100% sure she is fine."

It was your turn to frown. "What? What scan?"

Downey chuckled and looked at you. "Follow me."

Slightly confused, you followed him.

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"So… Mr. Downey?" You called.

"Who is this Downey that you keep speaking of?"

"You, of course!"

"Well," He lifted an eyebrow as he inched closer to you, "my name is Tony Stark. Feel free to call me Tony, not that name of someone I don't even know about. I've never met someone who don't know about me before."

You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. "Well, Tony," You emphasized his name, "if you keep insisting on playing the whole Iron Man act, then I will play along."

"Play?" He mumbled, face now confused. But he decided to say nothing as the elevator dinged and you two exited the cramped lift. He led you to a spacious room. On your way, you looked around. Now you knew why it felt familiar. That place was designed close to the Avengers Compound in the movie. Whoever did this prank, they really outdid themselves.

"And here we are!"

"What took you so long, Tony?"

"Brother Anthony! I see that the lady has woken up!"

"Oh, she's awake."

"Hey, Cap! That girl you saved is awake!"

"She is?"

You gaped.

No.

Freaking.

Way.

"Now I'm sure I must be dreaming." You muttered.

"What was it, sunshine?" Downey, you mean Tony, asked with that annoying smile. "So! Let me introduce you to-"

"Chris Hemsworth, Jeremy Renner, Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Ty Simpkins and oh my god it's Tom Holland and Tom Hiddleston. Yes, I know their names, thank you very much." You mumbled under your breath. "

"Okay, dear lady who seems to know whoever name that you've mistaken us for, I will correct those names for you." Tony sighed. "Meet Thor and his brother Loki who finally decided to stop being a menace after almost dying in the hand of evil purple ball sack," he gestured to Hemsworth and Hiddleston.

"Those two scary assassins over there are Clint Barton, known as Hawkeye, and Natasha Romanoff, or Black Widow," then he pointed at Renner and Johansson.

"Wanda Maximoff, also known as Scarlett Witch." Olsen hesitantly waved at you.

"Capsicle, Steve Rogers, and practically-his-boyfriend, Bucky Barnes." Evans looked at Tony disapprovingly while Stan nodded politely at you. "Usually they got a third guy, Sam Wilson, with them, but he's currently visiting his family."

"And lastly, my interns, Peter Parker and Harley Keener. Vision and Banner are somewhere in this Compound."

You scoffed again. "This might be the best time to wake up. Okay, wake up!" You close your eyes and started shaking your head. "Wake up!"

"What are you doing?" Renner, or Clint, asked.

"Why can't I wake up?" You mumbled. You slapped yourself, hard. "OW! DAMN, THAT HURTS!" Your eyes widened.

"It… hurts? So this is not a dream?" Blinking a few times, realization dawned on you. "Oh, this must be a prank. Alright, you got me. What the hell happened to me earlier and who organized this prank?"

Tom Holland looked up and raised a hand, "I can answer that!"

"Nope, you just stay there quietly, Underoos. Take it away, Cap." Tony said, followed by Holland pouting.

What a cute guy. Wait, no, focus!

Evans stepped forward, "I believe I can answer that."

He started explaining that when Peter (nope, it's Tom Holland, it's got to be Holland) was running on the tracks outside, he saw something falling out from the sky at a rapid pace. That something turned out to be you, who were unconscious at the time. Alarmed, he caught you (no, that doesn't make sense, IF I was really falling that fast, he shouldn't be able to catch me that easily without any of us injured) and called for help. They brought you inside and got Doctor Helen Cho (again, that must be Claudia Kim or something) to check you and she cleared you out. Apparently Doctor Stephen Strange (seriously, they got Benedict Cumberbatch here too?!) came by earlier to check you as well and deemed you non-dangerous, so they let you stay in one of the rooms in the Compound until you wake up.

"Ha, nice story, Captain. Come on, be serious here for a second!" You shook your head, "The Avengers isn't real, okay? They're just fiction! A made-up story! As much as I would love for them to be real, they only exist in Marvel Universe and thank goodness Sony and Disney kinda made up and let Spider-Man stays in MCU because otherwise I won't know what to do! Besides, there's just no way someone could have super powers like-"

"You're scared," Olsen stated softly, "I understand. But I know you somehow feel comfortable standing here with us. You recognized us as someone that you knew, someone you actually trust. You… You somehow feel at ease and want to believe us, although your mind keeps telling you that you're dreaming and this is a prank by your best friend (f/n). You're not, this is not."

You took a step back. It suddenly seemed dangerous to be in that room and whatever ease you felt (yes, she was right, you did feel comfortable for some reason) left you immediately. "Okay… I don't know how know that, but clearly there must be something wrong here…"

"Something wrong indeed." Hiddleston sighed in his attractive British accent as he, who was supposed to be sitting on the couch beside Hemsworth, walked pass from behind you with a bottle of coke in his hand.

"I-I thought you were there!" You pointed at the couch.

"I was."

"Then how-"

"It's not hard to teleport, mortal."

"What-"

"Are you okay? You look pale." Renner, who you started to believe was the real Clint Barton, walked towards you.

"No! Stay where you are!"

"Miss-"

You slid down and sat on the floor, pounding head in your hands. "This is not real. It can't be. It can't be. It can't be…" You whispered over and over again in between your short breath. Your heart was racing and your whole body started shaking.

"Miss, take a deep breath-"

"SHUT IT!"                                                    

"Boss, the lady seems to be in distress and starting to show symptoms of panic attack."

"Shit. Hey, hey, come on, breathe slowly-"

"I'm sorry, is this the wrong time to come?"

A new voice made you turn around, only to see a weird person with red and green skin wearing a shiny cape coming in, followed by a big green figure.

"V-Vision?" You croaked out.

"Uh, yes. Do I know you?"

And that was the cue for you to pass out.

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"You've gotta be kidding me."

"We're not."

"But there's just no way-"

"And there's just no way for you to come from a dimension where it seems so peaceful."

"It's not peaceful! War still happens!"

"Yes, but no outer space threat? Really?"

"It's just a fiction!"

"Well it's not. Look at Loki."

When you regained your consciousness, you were still surrounded by some the Avengers. The real Avengers. It made you accept the fact that it was not, indeed, a dream.

"So, I fell out from the sky," Peter nodded. "and this is the Avengers Compound." He nodded again. "You all have no idea what happened to me since Dr. Strange, Maximoff, Stark, Thor, and even Loki knows nothing." They nodded. "And I can't even remember what happened before it!"

"Hey, we'll found out about it." Vision said reassuringly.

"How do you know that I'm not evil?" You asked.

"He's worthy of Mjölnir, and he can see pass you. He knows." Thor said with a smile.

"Besides Strange said you're fine. Maximoff also doesn't feel any threat coming off from you, and Peter's tingle-" Tony stopped himself, "Uh, I mean, Peter is good at sensing bad people and he's fine."

"Are you sure you can help me regain my memory?" You asked, ignoring the little blunder. You must tell them what you knew later and asked about the timeline. Tony mentioned 'evil grape ball sack' which definitely meant Thanos, but he was alive, along with Natasha and Vision, so there must be something different.

"With all our might."

"How?"

"Well, let's start with you telling us your name."

"It's (y/n), (y/n) (l/n)."

[imagines-r-s]

The Irony of Soulmates

Chapter 3: Casual Affair//Panic! At the Disco

What happens when soulmates and mobs collide? An already messed up world combined with the idea of a person set to be perfect for you, something is bound to go wrong. When soulmates are brought into the world of the three most powerful mobs in London, what will happen? This is all bound for destruction, but love appears in the most ironic ways sometimes.

taglist: @spideyyeet​ @quaksonhehe​ @whatdoyxumean​ @ineedmorestyles​ @xoxohollands​ (comment/message/or send an ask to be added)

A/N: back with part 3, loves. So sorry that this took so long, I’ve been doing summer school to fix my grades and stuff. Much love and hope you all enjoy!! 

Warnings: violence, swearing, soft!tom (that doesn’t need a warning, but it’s very cute)

WC:2.2k

Series Masterlist

Your eyes focused on Tom’s as he started walking down to the main area of the ballroom, watching with a smirk as his eyes never left yours. “Where’s Maxwell?”, you asked, causing Z to look over at you confused. She chuckled when she realized your plan, ”you haven’t even been here that long and you’re already causing issues?”

You simply shrugged and walked towards Maxwell Hughe, who was getting a drink at the bar. You and Max weren’t really hateful towards each other in all honesty, there was a time where both of you didn’t get along, but when gala’s and dinners got boring the two clung to each other. He was older than both your brother and Tom, but he was the only Hughe sibling that you could tolerate and befriend without getting shot or wanting to shoot someone. “Hey, Maxxy,” quickly grabbing his attention, he quickly sent a smile your way. “Yes, y/n?” 

“I was just wondering if you’d want to dance?” you said, giving the best puppy dog eyed look you could muster. “You know I do see Holland eyeballing you, right? If I make one wrong move, he’ll kill me.” 

“Oh yeah, I’m well aware,” you had felt Tom’s eyes on you since you arrived. You didn’t have intentions of causing a scene and you knew you’d regret it, but you wanted to stir something up. 

Max shook his head, “y/n Osterfield is one force to be reckoned with.” He took your hand and led you to the dance floor. One of Max’s hands kept a hold of your hands as the other met your waist. “If you wanted to get his attention, I’m sure just walking up and talking to him would have been enough, don’t you think?” Max made a very valid point, but you also knew how easy it would be to grab Tom’s attention. “I mean, realistically speaking? Yes. Would I do it that way? Definitely not.” You and Max kept dancing, simply ignoring the feeling of eyes on you as you kept going. 

Tom was aware that he shouldn’t be staring, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The emerald complimented your skin color perfectly, the slit on the dress showed just the right amount of leg, and you looked absolutely stunning. “If you take a picture of her, it’ll last longer, you know that right?” Tom heard the familiar voice of his brother. “Sam, I’m just watching the enemy, making sure not-nothing happens.” Sam simply rolled his eyes at his brother’s stupidity,” dumbass, just ask her to dance.” 

Tom knew Sam was right and although it would be smart to take his advice he kept his place, leaning on the pillar. Tom watched as the song ended, causing you and Maxwell to separate. Tom also watched as he saw Max lean down and whisper something in your ear, which caused you to laugh, then lean up and kiss him on the cheek. Tom was so ready to do what he had done just years ago and beat him up, up until he saw you walk over to him.

“Thomas.”

“Y/n. Lovely of you to finally come over here away from Max,” he grumbled causing you to chuckle, “what?”

“Wow, you really are dense. You just sound really jealous right now,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. You watched as his eyes widened, wanting to prove that you were wrong, but he couldn’t muster up a response. “Thomas, are you going to ask to dance or will I have to go back over to Max.” 

It took less than a second before he was practically dragging onto the ballroom floor, both of his hands met your waist and you wrapped your hands around his neck. “How are the twins?” you asked blatantly, you planned on at least saying hi, but you were a little occupied before. “The twins are their usual selves, they’ve grown up a lot in the short span of time, but they’ve definitely stepped up.” You smiled as you remember times in school where the two would talk about how much they wanted to live up to those expectations,” I’m so happy for them.”

Tom smiled at your reaction, he had so much more that he wanted to say, but he knew now wasn’t the time. You were glad you got to see Tom and talking to him for the first time in years brought back feelings and memories that you didn’t want to remember. It was hard to think about the fact that you also had a mission to attend to and only so much time to do it. Luckily the song ended and you were able to excuse yourself. 

Tom was just as happy to have been able to see you and actually talk to you - no matter how short the conversation was. “You going to dance with Corinna, too, or just y/n?” Harry quickly cut in. 

“You know, you really need to stop with the jokes.”

“Nothing can stop the fact that you have a soft spot for her. I would hope you’d be aware of that all these years later.” Tom knew that Harry was right, whether he accepted it or not. 

“Whatev-. Where’d she go?” Harry looked at Tom confused before realizing he was talking about you. “Uh, I don’t keep tabs on her like you do, so.” Tom was about to retaliate against what his brother had said when he saw a flash of emerald green, head towards the back hallway, where others weren’t intended to go, but he knew she knew exactly where she was going. 

Tom headed up towards that direction in hopes of finding you. 

All that you had to do was find the main computer, load all information onto the flash drive, and then leave with Z. You made your way towards the office that you had only ever seen the boys father in, finding it strange to think of Tom ever sitting in this seat. Once you got to the office, you made sure to close the door behind you, and you quickly started looking for the main computer.

Much to your surprise, it was a lot easier to find. So, as soon as you found it, you hooked up the drive to the computer; the drive would only take 2-3 minutes to load, but you assumed that Tom or anyone else was on your tail. It wasn’t long before you heard the click of shoes moving quickly down the hallway and the sound of the doorknob turning, looking over your shoulder to check if it was who you thought it was. 

“Fancy seeing you here, Holland,” you kept typing trying to speed up the process, keeping your eye on the loading screen. 

“Well, darling, considering it is, you know, my house,” he made his way closer to you. 

“Irrelevant, but anyway, I thought you’d be more excited to see your favorite Osterfield,” the flash drive had collected. Tom grabbed a hold of your wrist, turning you to where your back was to his chest and his elbow holding you in a chokehold. “Apparently, I was wrong.”

“Yeah, just a bit. What are you doing here?”

“You have information that I need. Therefore, I am getting it.” Tom just stood there to which you took the opportunity to disarm him: stepping back to throw his step off and then throwing him to the ground. You pinned him down quickly. “You might want to fix your technique, darling,” you mocked. “Now keep it in your pants and let me go, Thomas.”

You quickly got up and started heading to the door of Tom’s office, but stopped in your tracks as Tom mentioned the one thing you fought so hard to avoid, “What’s your mark?”

“My what?” you stayed glued to your spot as you saw Sam and Harry approach the door, causing you to curse under your breath. 

“Your soulmate mark? What is it?”

It was none of his business and you weren’t sure why he was asking. Part of you knew that if he had seen your soulmate mark, all the time you had invested in building up a forcefield around yourself would come crashing down. All the things your parents had instilled in you about love and soulmates that you chose to ignore, would come back to you . All the things Harrison and Z mentioned about soulmates in this line of work, would be ignored. Simply because it was him. 

“None of your business, Holland. Now, I must get going,” you were making the trek towards the exit, so that you could leave as soon as possible. Before you could, the twins were already standing at the doorway of the office. “Sam, Harry, lovely to see you. Now please move.” 

“Lovely to see you, too, y/n, but until you give back the drive, we can’t move,” Harry said, much to your dismay. “Figured, you never were ones to disobey your brother,” you said, leaning against the wall. “You aren’t either, y/n,” Sam stated, matter-of-factly. 

“Ok, back to the point. y/n, what’s your mark?”

“And like I said. It’s none of your business.” you kept your eyes trained on the floor until you heard Tom take off his suit coat. Looking up to see him undoing his tie and a few buttons of his shirt. “God, Thomas, at least take a girl to dinner,” your face quickly fell as you saw the outline of the crescent moon. There was an uneasy silence in the room, other than the gasps heard by the twins. You couldn’t muster up any response. 

“They match, correct?” You couldn’t respond, he was right. 

“No, no, no. This isn’t right, they can’t,” you were pacing at this point, trying not to crack in front of everyone there. “y/n, stop,” you hadn’t noticed Tom walking over to you or him putting his hands on your shoulders to try and comfort you. 

“This can’t be right. This makes no sense,” you were trying to make as much sense out of this situation as you could. 

“y/n, you need to breathe. We’ll figure this out.”

“There’s no we, Holland,” you didn’t want to accept this. Although you and him had a past, there was no hope that this would work. “Now, please, let me go and let’s pretend that this never happened.” He finally let go of your shoulders,”you can’t just ignore all of this.”

“Watch me. Now tell your men to stand down, so I can leave.” He followed suit by telling them to go. 

You rushed out of the room, making your way towards Z, telling her you needed to leave. “What happened? Did you get the file?” you simply grabbed her hand and led her out of the door. “Yes, I got the file.”

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?” you debated your options: either tell her or deny anything. You went with the latter option. “Can we just go please?” Luckily, she just simply nodded her head and led you back to the limo.

“You can’t run from all your problems, y/n.” You heard before you got to the limo. “Tom, go back inside. I’m leaving.”

“No. You’re running and avoiding things like you always do. You can’t ignore this and you know it.” Unfortunately, he was right--you wouldn’t admit to it, but he was. 

“Just drop it, Holland. You know just as well as I do, that in the end this will just lead to- to terrible consequences.”

“You say that because you’re too scared to try and you’re too scared to lose anyone else.” You knew he was right, yet again. 

You hadn’t noticed that he had gotten closer to you or that Z had gotten into the car, leaving you and Tom to your own conversation. “I know you don’t want to try and work things out, but maybe it’s worth the risk,” he whispered so only the two of you could hear. If you weren’t as close to him, you wouldn’t have heard him.

“I can’t lose you again,” you said, simply. 

“I’ll do everything to try and avoid that, but please will you take a chance, for once in your life.” He was a lot closer to you now, and you were basically, chest to chest. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”

“Don’t stop.” Your lips met hungrily, as if you were trying to make up for the time the two of you had lost, a chance you were never able to take. When you separated, you looked in his eyes, knowing that this was all supposed to happen made so much sense now. “Sam and Harry are going to have so much fun making fun of you now.”

“You seem to have forgotten that they already do.” The two of you shared a genuine laugh for the first time in years, and it was so rejuvenating for both of you. 

“I have to go, but you know where to find me,” you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Oh and Thomas, thanks for the flashdrive. Also, my number is still the same. Toodles.” And with that you were on your way, leaving Tom to his thoughts. He didn’t know how things would end, but he was glad they started, again. 

[trashinaglass-archive]

Snowy Vacation

Request: Hi, I’ve been binge-reading your writing over the past few days and I’m in love!! If requests are open, would you mind writing a Harry Holland x reader where he proposes somewhere on vacation with both of their families and then fast forward to the wedding? Thank you so much and I hope you’re staying safe x

A/n: Thank you for bingeing my work. I’m so happy you like it❤️ I’m not gonna lie, when I first read this I was ready to give a hard no just because it’s kinda similar to a Tom fic I already did, but it’s such a sweet concept. I can’t turn it down. Hope you like it.

I tried to throw some roasts in there bc I feel like that’s all they do but I’m pretty bad at it pls give me sympathy laughs

Gif from google bc tumblr ain’t got near enough

Trying to plan a vacation with the Holland brothers was a task on its own; trying to plan a vacation with their family and your family together was a nightmare. You all had to find a date where everyone could get off work, take off school, and make sure everyone had plane tickets to arrive around the same time. By a miracle, you felt, everything had been planned successfully, and you found yourself in the snowy mountains of Finland.

You spent the night before introducing everyone and chatting before you were out like a light. You almost forgot where you were the next morning, but it was the most beautiful view to wake up to. The morning light was just peaking out over the horizon as you sat up in bed, taking in the new scenery.

“You think that’s nice,” Harry’s voice interrupted the silence, scaring you a little. “Wait till you see it at night.”

You turn to look at him as he leaned his against the doorframe, wet curls flopping in front of his face. “My hair drier is in the cabinet,” you inform him with a smile as you stand up, making your way toward him. “Don’t want to get hypothermia on the first day out.” You kiss him once before turning to leave him to himself.

The smell of bacon wafted through the air as you made your way up the steps, dishes clinking as the few morning birds ate their breakfast. “Morning, y/n,” rang out as you approached their line of vision.

“I made some breakfast if you’d like some,” Sam informed you.

“You’re the best, Samuel,” you said as you made a plate for yourself and a second for Harry, knowing he’d be up in a few moments. You place the two plates down as you sit and begin to eat yours.

“Awe, is this for me?” Tom asked as he appeared from his room, motioning to the plate beside you.

You shrug, “it was for your brother, but you can have it, it’s all the same.” He let out a quiet yes and sat down, shoving the food in his face. Tom and your brother were talking about snowboarding when Harry made his way to the kitchen.

“Morning, bro. Your girlfriend made you a plate, but she gave it to me because she likes me more,” Tom announced causing you and Harry to both laugh.

“You’re pathetic,” you reply.

Harry shook his head, making his own plate. “No, it’s fine. I got a good morning kiss, and you woke up by yourself. You can have a plate if that makes you feel special.”

The other boys laughed while Tom shook his head, blushing a little. “She still likes me more,” he shrugged.

Harry sat down next to Sam, eating his breakfast as your brother continued the conversation from earlier. “So we snowboarding today?” All the boys agreed with excitement in their voices. “You going too?” He asked you.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I’m kind of worried about busting my face open. You guys know I’m not the most graceful.”

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Harry assured you. “Mum mentioned going into town to shop or something so you could go with her.”

You nod, “yeah that’ll probably be better.”

“Dammit,” your brother muttered. “I was looking forward to seeing you wipeout.” You roll your eyes, throwing your used napkin at his face. The boys laughed as he cringed, swatting the paper away from him with a fork.

. . .

“I think I’m gonna do it tonight” Harry announces once the boys were in the car, driving to the snowboard rental.

Your brother grimaced, “ugh, please tell me you’re not talking about what I think you are because I do not need to hear that.”

Harry chuckled, “no, uh, proposing.” He had talked to his brothers about it, Tom going with him to pick out the ring, but he hadn’t mentioned it to your brother. He didn’t mean to be disrespectful and leave him out of the loop, but he also didn’t think to talk to him about it beforehand.

“Oh shit,” he replied with a laugh. “I was wondering when you were going to.”

“So you think she’ll be happy about it?”

“Absolutely. That girl- she cares about you a lot. She’ll be over the moon.” Harry smiled as he took in the sentence your brother said. It comforted him to know he was going into this knowing you felt the same way.

“You got the ring?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” Harry answered, digging into his pocket to pull out the small leather box. Opening it to reveal the diamond inside.

“You brought it with you?!” Tom exclaimed in confusion.

“Well I couldn’t leave it there for her to possibly find, now could I?”

“Let me see,” Sam interrupted, leaning closer to the front seat. Harry turned around in his seat, showing off the ring he chose- an oval diamond sitting upon a thin silver band. “That’s gorgeous.”

“She’s gonna love that.”

“I hope so.” Harry laughed, recalling all the times you’d shown him different pictures of manicures you loved. “She wasn’t too subtle getting the message across,” he joked.

“At least she tried, dude. My girl didn’t leave me any kind of hints before I proposed to her. Total shot in the dark,” your brother shared.

“I reckon it went well then?” Tom asked, amused by the story.

He nodded, “five years and counting.”

. . .

“So how was your flight down?” Nikki asked as you walked down the streets of Finland. After stopping in a few shops, you had decided to walk around and take in the beautiful sights, admiring the cute lights hanging in the midst of the snowy town.

“It was good,” you told her. “A little long for my liking, but compared to some people, I can’t complain.”

She nodded, understanding completely. “Yeah, those boys. I’m not sure how they do it.” There was a cute little coffee shop ahead that you decided to stop at to warm back up.

“And speaking of boys,” your mom chimed in, looking at you. “What’s going on with yours?”

“What do you mean?” You asked with a confused expression.

Your mom shrugged, taking a sip of coffee before answering. “Just- how is everything? And can we expect a ring anytime soon?” She nudged you with her shoulder.

“Mom!” You exclaimed in a hushed tone, slightly embarrassed that she’s asking in front of Harry’s mother, but Nikki laughed along with her.

“What?! I’m just curious,” she defended. “You two have been dating nearly as long as your brother’s been married.”

“We’ve talked about it, but I’m not sure it’ll happen soon.”

“How fun would it be if he did it here? With everyone around?” Your mom suggested.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I feel like he’d prefer to do it in a more private setting.”

“Think about how beautiful those pictures would be though,” Nikki chimed in. “The mountains, the northern lights!”

“If they show up,” you remind her. The northern lights were gorgeous and something you’d always dreamed to see in person, but they weren’t promised. They change and appear when they want to. There was little guarantee with Mother Nature.

Both moms pointed a finger at you, signaling you were correct. Nikki pulled her phone out, reading a text from her husband.

“Dom says they’re headed back to the house now. Why don’t we make our way back to?”

. . .

Everyone decided to end the day with dinner at a nice restaurant recommended by one of the rangers the boys bumped into earlier. After it was done, everyone piled back into the home while you and Harry decided to talk a short walk around the area. You were surrounded by trees as you approach the edge of the lake, water lapping as you gasped.

“Harry, the lights!” You exclaimed before turning back to him but finding him on a knee with his hand in his pocket.

He chuckled nervously as he began to speak. Your hands moved to cover your mouth as you realized what he was doing, tears ready to fall.

“I spent all day trying to come up with the perfect speech, but now I’m drawing blanks,” he laughed. He pulled the box out of his pocket, holding it tightly in both hands. “I love you, and I want forever with you. So, will you marry me?”

He opened the box to show you the gorgeous ring inside, but your eyes were so flooded with tears you could hardly make it out.

“Yes.”

You buried your face into his neck as he hugged you tight, the cheers from both families coming from behind you. After a moment, Harry pulled away, taking the ring out of the box to slide on your finger.

. . .

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you for the first time- Mr and Mrs Harry Holland.”

Screams of excitement erupt as you and Harry make your way inside the venue. It was such a surreal moment to experience, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. The two of you stood in the middle of the dance floor as you go straight to your first dance, the soft music blaring over the speakers as you look to your new husband. Foreheads presses together as you focus on yourselves until you were forced to talk to your friends and family.

Once the first dance was finished, you made your way to the table were you were instructed to sit.

“Hey, everyone!” Tom spoke as all the brothers made their way to the front of the stage. “We wanted to do something nice for the newly weds today so we decided to make a short video to relive some memories and just share the reason why we’re all here today.”

“So this our wedding present to you from your brothers. We love you guys,” Sam nodded before stepped down with the other boys.

“Awe,” you said as the lights dimmed and images popped up on the wall. The first picture being the first picture you two ever took together, transitioning to the picture in Finland when you got engaged- the green streams of light making the picture stand out.

Nikki tapped your shoulder as she noticed it, whispering, “told you it would be gorgeous.” You laughed. Pictures and short videos continued to flip through as you tried your hardest not to cry.

‘Y/n!’ Paddy yelled as he appeared on the screen. ‘I’m so excited that you are officially joining our family. You really are the best sister I could ever ask for, and please let me stay over when mum and dad get annoying!’ He finished, throwing a thumbs up as everyone laughed.

‘Congrats you guys! You both deserve the world, and I’m so happy for you. Take care of my twin for me!’ Sam smiled to the camera.

‘Welcome to family, y/n! You’re such a great partner for Harry, and you’ve always been so kind to all of us. I really can’t see our lives without you so thanks for marrying this div. Love you both,’ Tom waved as the screen went back to the different photos and films before fading to black. Harry & y/n Holland appearing on the screen in beautiful cursive with your wedding date below it.

Everyone clapped as the lights came back on. The brothers making their way to your table- you and Harry standing to hug them, thanking them for the sweet film.

“Group hug!” Paddy yelled and the boys all engulfed you in a big hug between the four of them. You laughed but thought about how much you loved the three crazy boys surrounding you. You were so lucky to find your way to Harry.

[peterparkerspooderman]

Flirt

Summary: Harrison comes over for your weekly movie night but you have a different idea of how you want the night to end.

Warning: Smut, threesome, fingering, oral (giving and receiving on both)

A/N: Thank you so much @daddydobrik22 for requesting this to me☺! My requests are open so feel free to ask whatever you want🤗.

Masterlist

You have always wanted to have a threesome at least once in your life just to say that you’ve done it and you are, by nature, a curious person and this is one of the things you’re most curious about. You just don’t know who to have it with. You’re not picky about the gender of the person but are picky about the person. Doing it with a stranger is a good option for no awkwardness afterwards but they might have an STD and you’re not risking it. You would most likely want to do it with a friend but who would be up to it and would not make it be awkward afterwards. You eventually bring it up with Tom and he was totally on board about the threesome, but he too is stumped on who to do it with.

“I don’t know, babe. We can’t just ask one of our friends to have sex with us.” He points out, a thought that has been stuck in your head for ages.

“I know.” You sigh out in frustration, plopping yourself on the couch. Tom follows suit and sits next to you, his arm stretched out and resting on the back of the couch.

“So you don’t mind if it’s a boy or girl it just has to be someone we know” Tom reiterates, making sure he has all the correct information. You nod in approval.

“What about Zendaya?” You ask facing him. She’s gorgeous and you totally wouldn’t mind it getting steamy between you two.

“Too busy, she’s always out of the country,” Tom replies. You nod.

“What about Nick?” Tom says, his eyebrows furrowed in thought, remembering one of his old friends.

“I know that I said it’s someone we know but they must also be somewhat attractive.” You sass. Tom’s mouth falls open, but you hear a soft “true” leave his mouth.

“What about Harry or Sam?” You blurt out, taking a shot in the dark.

“Too weird.” Tom replies quickly. You sigh out in frustration, falling to the side so your head lays on his lap, his hand instantly on your head to play with your hair. Your eyes flutter and you let out a soft sigh.

“Who could it be?” You ask, to no one in particular. Suddenly the doorbell rings. You sit up and look at Tom, confusion evident on your face when you remember. It’s your weekly movie night. A thought pops in your head and by the look on Tom’s face he thought it too.  You get up to answer the door when Tom’s voice stops you.

“I don’t know Y/N. What if it’s awkward afterwards? Or what if we make a fool of ourselves for even asking?” Tom blurts out, suddenly second-guessing to agreeing to your fantasy.

“He won’t make it awkward and we won’t ask him flat out. I could maybe flirt with him and get him going then we can ask him.” You suggest, unsure that Tom will be okay with you flirting with someone else but to your surprise Tom nods in agreement.

With a smile on your face you go to open the door for Harrison. You see him looking down the hall, assumingly keeping himself occupied while waiting for you to answer, and your eyes flitter to his sharp jawline. This will be the only time where you can drool over someone that isn’t your boyfriend and not feel guilty. Not that you’re bored of your boyfriend’s dashing looks but it’s always good to spice it up.

Harrison turns his head towards the door and once he sees you his lips stretch into a cute smile. You smile back. He leans in to give you a hug, you happily receive it, making sure your bodies are pressed against each other. You two pull apart. You don’t know if he realised it but either way, he didn’t mention it.

“Come on in.” You say, moving to the side so he can walk in, a smile still on your face.

He walks in and sheds off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. You catch a glimpse of his back muscles and your eyes almost bulged out of your head. Has Harrison always been this ripped? Either way you’re enjoying bringing this up very much.

Tom and Harrison greet each other and start catching up what they did during the week. You stand away, silently admiring Harrison from afar, having a good look at him. You never did because he’s you’re boyfriend’s best friend but now knowing what you’re thinking of doing it has all sorts of thoughts running through your head. All of them sending tingles down your core.

His arms are crossed across his chest, his muscles bulging out from under his skin. Your eyes travel to his hands, sooner or later they will be wrapped around your throat or in your pussy. His torso lean and muscular, your hands itching to run over his hard muscles. You shake yourself out of your thoughts and notice that it’s your time to step in.

“Babe, why don’t you chose the movie while Harrison and I get some snacks?” You suggest, giving Harrison a sweet smile. Tom nods before turning on the tv and switching it to Netflix.

You walk to the kitchen and hear Harrison follow behind you. You put the popcorn in the microwave. You walk to the cabinet and pull out two packets, one contain jelly beans and the other containing gummy bears.

“Which one?” You ask, showing him the packets.

“Let’s go with jelly beans, hate gummy bears.” He says, a grimace taking over his beautiful features. Your jaw drops at this.

“How can you hate gummy bears?” You ask shocked.

“They get stuck in your teeth and it takes forever to chew them.” He explains. He rests his body against the counter, his hands resting next to him.

“I’m stunned. You’re a psychopath.” You tease, getting a chuckle from him.

You start opening the packets and pouring them into bowls.

“I’m the psychopath? You’re the psychopath because you like them.” He sasses back. You gasp and throw a jellybean at him. Harrison somehow predicted this and caught it in his mouth. You stand there stunned.

“I know you too well.” He says while chewing the bean in his mouth, a smirk evident on his face.

“Not gonna lie that was kinda hot” You say, hoping to get him going a bit. The look in Harrison’s eyes shows you that you’ve succeeded. You got shaken because the microwave starts to beep, indicating that the popcorn’s done. You take it out and pour it into a large bowl. You pick up the popcorn bowl and take the gummy bears while Harrison takes his jelly beans.

You walk into the living room to see the movie Tom chose. The package. Before you sit down you flick off the light switch, the only light coming from the tv. You sit down in the middle, putting the snacks on the coffee table in front of you. You grab the blanket and sit down, draping it over you. Harrison follows suit and sits next to you, taking some of the blanket.

“You want some babe?” You ask Tom.

“I’ll take when I get cold. Thanks.” He says before pressing play. You lean forward and grab the popcorn. You place it on your lap so it’s available to the boys.

The movie plays on and you’re trying to think of what to do to get Harrison into a flirty mood without pushing it. You settle on just brushing your leg against his. You brush your knee softly against his, waiting for a reaction. To your relief he brushes his leg against yours in response. Progress.

As the movie played and funny scenes came on you find yourself hitting Harrison’s leg in laughter. He seemed to have enjoyed it by his arm stretching behind the couch, almost draped over your shoulders.  The subtle touches played out through the movie and once it ended you plucked the courage to ask Harrison the question. Tom stopped the movie once the credits start to roll. Now’s your time.  You feel Tom’s hand on your thigh, giving you and encouraging squeeze.

“So uh Harrison. Tom and I were wondering if you would be the third person for our threesome?” You ask, your voice soft and gentle. “It’s totally up to you. If you don’t feel comfortable that’s perfectly okay.” You add in, not wanting to make him feel pressured. You wait nervously as you see him pondering over your request.  

“I would love to be your third.” He says, a smile on his face. You let out a breath of air in relief, you hear Tom do the same. You can already feel wetness forming in between your legs. “When do we start?” He adds in.

“Right. Now.” You say before getting up off the couch and grabbing both his and Tom’s hands, leading them to yours and Tom’s shared bedroom.

When you arrive to the room you push Harrison down on the bed so he’s sitting at the edge. You straddle him without hesitation.

“Before we begin, what are the rules?” Harrison asks, between Tom and you.

“Her pussy, her rules.” Tom says, you give him a warm smile. Tom’s always been the dominant one in the bedroom and you being the dominant one gives you an adrenaline rush. You look at Harrison before saying.

“You can touch wherever you want and there will be no anal involved.” You instruct. You wait for Harrison to approve before leaning in and smashing your lips against his. It took him a few seconds to catch his bearing but when he did his hands rested on your hips.

Your hands move to the nape of his neck to play with the small hairs and by sheer curiosity you grabbed a hand full of his hair and gave it a gentle but firm yank. Harrison lets out a loud groan, you smirk at his reaction.

“You and Tom aren’t that different.” You breathe against his mouth. Your lips connect and your hands trail down to his torso, undoing the buttons as you travel further down. You pull away and stop to admire his toned body. He’s skinnier than Tom, Tom has a little bit of thickness to him but you aren’t complaining. You shove his shirt off his shoulders. You look over at Tom in the corner of the room. His hand palming himself through his jeans.

“I want it off.” You instruct, gesturing towards his shirt. He shreds it off in an instant.

You look back at Harrison, his eyes dark with lust. You reach the hem of your shirt and pull it off over your head. Your bra covered boobs on display for Harrison to see and touch. His hands come up to grab them but stop in mid air.

“You don’t need to ask for permission, just do what I know you’ve been thinking of doing.” You sass, giving him a small smirk, the look of surprise is enough on his face to confirm your hunch.

His hands skip your boobs and wrap around your back, going to the clasp to unclip it. You bra falls down your arms, you throw it across the room. Harrison doesn’t hesitate and immediately his mouth latches on one of your nipples. You let out a loud moan at this.

You look over at Tom again and see that his pants are fully off. His hands in his boxers, jerking himself off. You moan at the sight. You lock eyes with him and gesture your head to the bed, wanting him to sit next to Harrison. He instantly complies. You trail your hand down his torso, his muscles feeling familiar under your fingertips until you reach the waist band of his boxers. You slip your hand through and pull out his dick. You slowly start to pump it. You’re greeted by a loud, sexy moan coming from Tom. Your core needed some friction and you find yourself grinding against Harrison’s crotch. He moans against your boob, sending vibrations through your body. Your eyes flutter at the sensation.

You other hand travels down to Harrison’s belt, undoing it in a practised movement. You get up off his lap and undo your own jeans, sliding them down your legs, along with your panties. You gesture Tom to do the same. You feel as if you’re not giving Tom enough attention. You lean forward and capture your lips with his, giving him a deep kiss. You break away seeing that all of us are naked you ask Harrison.

“What do you want to do?”

“I wanna taste your pussy.” He growls, his eyes dark. His tone of voice sends a tingle to your core.

You walk to the side of the bed and lay down flat on your back. Harrison pulling you so your legs dangle on the edge.

“Come here babe. I want you to fuck my mouth” You call out to Tom. He kneels next to your head. You look up at him and take his shaft in your hand, guiding it to your mouth. He starts thrusting gently into your mouth.

You feel a pair of lips trailing on your inner thigh. Harrison wastes no time though and goes straight in. He licks a stripe up your pussy. You moan onto Tom’s cock sending vibration’s through his body. He moans out at the feeling. His hand coming down to run through your hair.

Harrison moved to flicking his tongue against your clit while inserting a finger. Your eyes flutter shut, your hand coming down to grab his hair.

“Suck on her clit. She loves that.” Tom pants out. Hand still running though your hair.

You immediately feel Harrison’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking lightly. You let out a muffled moan. You tap on Tom’s thigh twice, him already knowing the signal, reports back to Harrison.

“Suck harder.” He instructs to Harrison. Harrison sucks harder.

Your arch your back, feeling the warm ball forming in the pit of your stomach. You can feel that Tom’s close by his hips thrusting sloppily. You hollow out your cheeks and suck him harder, wanting him to cum down your throat. He does, feeling the hot liquid fill your mouth. He gently removes himself, leaning down to give you a kiss on the lips.

“You’re so fucking good.”

You feel yourself coming closer to the edge and Tom can sense that by the shaking for your body under his touch. His hands move to your breasts, massaging them roughly and pinching your nipples. That was the straw. You feel yourself let go, letting out a loud moan into to air. Harrison lets up on the sucking and laps up your juices. Small moans leaving your mouth.

Once done Harrison stands up, waiting for what to do next. You see his cock standing up, pointing towards the ceiling. He’s longer than Tom but not as thick.

“Where to next?” Harrison asks.

“I want you to fuck me. Raw.” You growl, propping yourself up on your elbows, spreading your legs wider, the light catching your freshly cummed pussy.

Harrison didn’t need to be told twice. You move yourself up the bed to provide more space. Harrison pumps his cock a few times but before he puts it in you ask Tom.

“You okay with watching?” He nods in approval, sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room.

You place your hands on Harrison’s biceps. You feel him slowly push himself into you. You feel yourself stretching around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He breaths out. You let out a moan at his words and the feeling of a different cock inside you. He was definitely longer than Tom, it seems like it’s just goes on forever. You feel yourself start to stretch inward.

“Hold on a minute.” You say and Harrison immediately stops. Tom sits up in his chair, concerned as to why you stopped.

“You okay? Did I do something wrong? Are you hurt?” Harrison starts rambling off. His face in pure terror. Tom was about to come to you before you let out a small giggle.

“I’m fine. You’re just longer than Tom is all. Need a few to get used to you.” You breath out. “Just go slow please and when you’ve bottomed out, stay there.” You say.

“Yeah, of course.” He says before slowly pushing into you again. A couple of inches went by and you feel him stop. You feel the pain lessen and you tell Harrison to move. He moves slowly, soon enough you feel the pain eradicate and pleasure takes over. Tom relaxes when he hears your whimpers. His hand goes back to his cock and starts pumping.

You let out soft whimpers here and there. He isn’t exactly hitting the right spots. Before you could tell him you hear Tom speak.

“Put her legs over your shoulders and lean down a little.”

Harrison does just that, them hearing your moans louden. His cock almost hitting your spot.

“Lean down a little more.” You ask. Harrison does just that and he’s greeted by your loud moans.

“Fuck, right there. Fuck.” You scream. Your hands move from his arms to his back, scratching down it, leaving red trails in its wake. Harrison seems to like it by the moan emitting from his mouth.

“You like that huh? Have a thing for pain?” You breath out. He nods his head, unable to talk. You grab a fistful of his hair and give it a strong tug. His eyes flutter shut.  You feel the familiar burning at the bottom of your stomach. Your moans progressively getting louder.

“Fuck, this is so hot.” You hear Tom say in the corner of the room. You moan at his words. You can tell that Harrison’s by the sloppiness of his thrusts, you however need a little more to get you going. Tom knew this and started to talk dirty to you.

“You like that huh Y/N? You like having another guys cock inside of you. My best friend’s cock. I bet you’ve been wishing for this day to come.” Tom growls from his seat in the corner. His words getting to you, you just need one last thing.

You take harrison’s hand and place it on your clit. He gets the message and rubs it roughly. Your back arches and your eyes flutter shut as you let out a loud scream. You juices squirting out of you and wetting the bottomhalf of Harrison. The intensity of your orgams brings Harrison to his. His hips still and you can feel the hot ribbons of his cum spill inside you as he moans loudly into the air.

He stays for a few seconds to gather himself before slowly pulling out. You hiss out softly as you feel yourself still stretched out. Harrison flops on the bed beside you and you two try to catch your breath. You look over at Tom to see him stand up, with cum on his torso, to walk to the bathroom.

He comes back with a damp towel. He spreads your legs gently and cleans you up. You hiss at how sensitive you feel. Tom walks over to Harrison and cleans him from your juices. He throws the towel in the washing basket and lays down next to you.

“I’m still not over the fact that you squirted.” Harrison whisper out in disbelief.

“That’s why I told you what to do.” Tom points out, knowing the level of ecstasy it makes you feel.

“Was I good?” Harrison asks, turning to face you.

“Yes you were, a rocky start in the beginning but you were good.” You reply, a small smile on your lips.

“Speaking of which, is he actually bigger than me?” Tom asks, not liking the thought that his best friend’s cock is better than his.

“I wouldn’t say bigger. It’s longer than yours but yours is thicker.” You say, trying to ease his insecurities.

“Which do you prefer?” Harrison daringly asks.

“Sorry Harrison by my boyfriend beats any dick that has come my way.” You explain.

“Fair enough.” Harrison shrugs.

You turn over to Tom, his lips lacking in the swollen department. You decide to change that. You lean in and lock your lips with Tom’s. His tounge entering your mouth. His hand moves to your waist and pulls you against his body. The familiarity of his body against yours sends shivers to your core.

“Hey guys seriously, I’m right here.” Harrison teases. Tom breaks away from the kiss.

“I let you fuck my girlfriend; I could at least have a make out session.” Tom shoots back before locking his lips with yours.

“I’m gonna go guys. It’s getting late.” Harrison says before standing up and getting dressed.

He walks towards Tom and gives him a fist bump before coming over to you and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Remember, this is a onetime thing.” Tom reminds Harrison before he leaves. He nods in approval before leaving. Once you hear the front door open and close you move on top of Tom.

“What’s this now?” He questions, his hands resting on your waist.

“I miss your cock.” You say whispering in his ear.

“well I can’t keep my girlfriend waiting, now can I?” Tom asks sarcastically.

Tom had you moaning and screaming his name throughout the night. The neighbours were not pleased in the morning.  

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Stranded For Christmas 0.2

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The snow had started to fall the the time they had done half of the things on Sam’s to do list. Tiana had learned a great deal about the boy from Kingston, from his three brothers to his beloved dog. Sam was great company and to say Tiana was slightly upset when finding that their small little date was coming to an end. She truly enjoyed the time they spend together and couldn’t be more thankful for the fact that he had managed to make her day better. Like promised he not only entertained her but also managed to give her a small tour of the town her grow up in.

“Have you heard from you Uncle?” Sam asked as they strolled down the park a ways from his house. He wanted to ask her to go back with him but would that be weird? He had already asked his older brother and Tom had insisted he do so.

“Yeah he won’t be here for another hour or so..”

He nodded his head and looked around as he finally spoke the words he was somewhat apprehensive about. “Do you maybe wanna go back to mine?” He asked as they stopped walking. “You don’t have too its just its snowing and I don’t wanna leave you on your own..”

She smiled softly, as she looked down. Her hair was a mess but Sam didn’t care. What he had learned about her, Sam liked. The last thing he wanted to do was drop her off at the cafe and go on with his life as if today was just a distant memory. He watched as she lifted her head and gave him a soft smile.

“If it’s no trouble..”

Smiling he took her head tightly in his and led them both back to his car. The short ride to his home was filled in a comfort silence. He could tell she was a bit antsy but he knew it would all be well. Parked into his driveway she turned to look at him with widen eyes. Her curly hair had started to fall off its bun and down her cheeks. She looked breathtaking and Sam swore his heart stopped beating for a second or two.

“Are you sure Sam?”

He chuckled softly and nodded his head, turning off the engine he rested his hand on her thigh and looked straight into her eyes. “I promise, plus at least you’ll have somewhere warm to stay..”

“The cafe is warm..”

“Somewhere safe..”

“Its safe there too.”

“But you don’t know anyone there..” running a hand through his hair he sighed ad starred ahead. “I just wanna make sure you get back to your uncle safe., plus what if something happens and he doesn’t make it here?”

She sighed knowing he was right, she knew enough about him to know he could be trusted. Her Uncle had promised her he’d do her best to make it to her before the snow got heavy. “You’re right, sorry I just don’t want to intrude..”

“No problem love, plus if I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have offered.”

Walking inside the home she was greeted with the scent of fresh pine, her eyes closed as the heat her skin. Everything was perfectly pressed from the pictures on the wall to the decor around the house. Soft voices where heard from somewhere inside the house and a cute dog sat on the ground starring up at her.

“I’m guessing this s Tessa?”

“That would be correct.” he stated as he leaned down scratching the dog behind its ear before it turned on its heals and turned to go back to where she was. “Come on, everyone is in the kitchen,”

She nodded her head as she toed her shoes off and followed him deeper inside the house. Her stomach was in knots as they neared. She stopped walking and tugged on his arm making him turn back and smile softly. Gripping her hand he led them into the kitchen where the rest of the Holland family stood and from the moment she took in his mom’s warm smile she knew maybe she was overreacting.

“Is this Tiana?”

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There You’ll Always Be

Title:  There You’ll Always Be

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy

Word Count: 1579

Warnings:  language, character death, implied sexual activity, angst

Author’s Notes:  written for @klaineaholic 400 Follower Celebration. My prompt:  “If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?” I also decided to use it for Angst Appreciation Day. Thank you @mamapeterson for helping me angst when I couldn’t angst. I took some liberties with the dialogue in 12.21 There’s Something About Mary.

In my heart there is a memory, and there you’ll always be.

You can never be sure if this time will be the last time - the last time you smell her hair, the last time you see her smile, the last time you feel her touch, the last time you get to kiss her. If Sam had known that the last time he saw Eileen would be the last time he saw her, he would have told her everything.

Everything.

Dean kept teasing him, good-natured teasing, the “older brother thinks it’s cute you’ve got a crush on her” kind of teasing that legitimately made Sam blush. Of course, he gave it back tenfold when it came to Dean’s feelings for a certain sheriff in Minnesota, the two of them shooting barbs back and forth until they were both breaking down in fits of laughter. It had meant to a lot to him though when Dean had clapped him on the shoulder and muttered “she’s good people, Sammy,” before pulling a beer from the fridge and leaving him to practice.

He’d taken some American Sign Language classes in college, what felt like a million years ago, but he only remembered the basics like ‘please’ and ‘thank you,’ the stuff everyone knew. He wanted to learn more, wanted to be able to actually talk to Eileen, so he’d found a website to help him. God knew, when he set his mind to something, he gnawed at it like a dog with a bone, until he’d figured it out or perfected it. Learning sign language wasn’t any different.

He got nervous every time he Skyped with her, sure he was going to make an idiot of himself in front of her. He wanted it to be perfect, wanted to make sure he wasn’t telling her to go jump off of a cliff or something like that. Eileen was infinitely patient with him, correcting his mistakes with a gentle smile on her face, giggling when he really messed something up. He appreciated her patience.

They’d been talking steadily for a couple of months when Eileen suggested they get together for coffee, maybe even dinner. Sam had agreed, so quickly he was afraid he’d come across as too eager. He was grateful she’d been the one to ask, he’d been worried that if he did it, she’d think he was looking for some quick hook-up or something. That was certainly not his intention.

He’d had to borrow the Impala from Dean, enduring several minutes of good-natured teasing and his stupid older brother shoving condoms in his duffel, despite his protests.

“Just in case,” Dean had chuckled, winking.

When Jody said her name, he flinched and for a second, he forgot how to breathe, how to draw in a breath and let it out, expanding his lungs until they were full, then releasing the air. He heard Jody talking, heard the words coming from her, heard himself responding, but it was all happening in a vacuum of sound and air.

“Thanks for letting me know. Bye.” Sam disconnected the call, his eyes on the floor, like maybe she’d somehow appear in front of him.

“Who?” Dean asked.

“Eileen,” Sam answered.

“How?”

Somehow, he answered his brother, somehow he told him what Jody had said. He could feel the tears threatening, could feel that familiar tightening in his chest, the ache in the center of his head, the tremble in his fingers that came every time he lost someone he cared about, someone he loved. It was all too familiar.

It was always the people he loved that got hurt. First it was Mom, then Jess. Dad. Madison. Dean followed suit later. Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Kevin, Charlie; anyone and everyone in between that he let himself get emotionally attached to in one way or another. It was like the universe was conspiring against him to take everyone away from him.

Now, it was Eileen.

Sam met Eileen just west of Kansas City, a couple hours south of Lebanon at a hole in the wall restaurant just off the highway that he and Dean had eaten at quite a few times. It looked like nothing, but they had amazing food.

Four cups of coffee later, Sam’s knee was bouncing, his fingers tapping on the table, and Eileen looked like she might bolt for the door. He was royally screwing this up.

“You okay, Sam?” she signed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, clearing his throat. “I’m, uh, I’m good.”

Eileen reached across the table and grabbed his tapping fingers. “Even though I can’t hear that, it’s still driving me crazy” she said.

Sam shook his head and laughed. “Sorry. You want to get out of here, maybe go for a walk?”

“You could walk me back to the motel,” she shrugged. “If you want?”

Sam nodded and pushed himself out of the booth. He dropped some money to the table and gestured for Eileen to go out ahead of him. She waited for him at the door, linked her arm with his as they walked down the street, the two of them comfortable in their silence.

They stopped outside the door to her room, Eileen leaning against it, Sam fidgeting, staring at a spot just over her shoulder. There had to be something he could say, something he could do, to stretch the evening out longer. He was so lost in his thoughts that Eileen had to snap her fingers in Sam’s face until he looked at her. As soon as his eyes settled on her face, on the warm brown of her eyes, his decision was made. He took a step forward, cupped her face in his hands, caught her lips in his, and kissed her.

When they finally broke apart, her arms around his waist, his body flush against hers pressing her into the door, they were both panting and Eileen was smiling up at him.

“I was wondering if you were going to do that,” she laughed.

“I’m glad you said that,” Sam chuckled. “I was afraid you’d punch me.”

Eileen laughed, tucked her hair behind her ear, and pulled the key to her room from her pocket. “Why don’t you come in?” she grinned.

Sam drew in a deep breath and swallowed. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop staring at the length of her neck, a neck he’d kissed, now marred by deep bruising and cuts. Or the curve of her jaw - she was ticklish, right there beneath her chin, a little to the left of her throat. He reached out and ran a finger down the length of her arm, remembering how soft and warm she’d been.

“People who do what we do, you know there are gonna be deaths, but...this…” He gnawed on his lower lip, trying to hold in his need to scream, to yell out his pain, to flip the table and watch the instruments tumble to the ground.

“Why did she leave Ireland?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know, Dean…”

He could hear it in his voice, the pain, the exasperation, the loss. Every word that followed felt like it was thick, stuck in his throat, blocked by layers of emotion, forced out by sheer will. It was all churning inside of him, everything, all of it, waiting to explode.

“I-I…” Sam exhaled, the sound sharp and biting. “I wanna punch something in the face.”

“Good,” Dean said. “Hold on to that.”

They were sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing each other, the sheet wrapped around Eileen’s torso, Sam in his boxer briefs. It was the first time they’d come up for air in three days, their need for each other almost desperate.

“I don’t want you to go,” Sam shook his head, his hair falling in his face. “You should stay with me, come back to the bunker. I can protect you -”

“If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you?” Her hands were flying, moving so fast Sam could barely make out what she was saying.

He reached out, wrapped his huge hands around her waist and pulled her into his lap. She collapsed against him, her face buried against the side of his neck, her breathing fast and erratic, her tears falling on his shoulder.

“I will protect you. Always.” he murmured against her hair. Sam knew she couldn’t hear him, wasn’t sure he wanted her to. The words were for him.  

He knew how hard it had been for her since she’d shot that British kid, how much she’d struggled with what had happened, with her guilt. He wished he could take that all away from her, carry that burden for himself. For now he’d just have to try and comfort her as best he could.  

He lowered her to the bed, intent on making her forget everything that had happened, if only for a little while. He needed his fill of her before she was gone.

“She left Ireland because she was scared.”

Dean’s words echoed in his head. She was scared. Scared enough to ask if she could come and stay with them while she “sorted things out.” Scared enough to reach out for help.

He stared out the window, watching the houses flash by as Dean drove back to the bunker. His heart was pounding, tears sliding down his face, his hands shaking.

He’d failed her. Failed her when she’d needed him most.

“I will protect you. Always.”

He was a liar.

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