#Tom crook AU

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

WHAT IF... Tom and reader being sweet during behind the scene like you can see them hugging and just spreading love around the set lovebirds

Lovebirds || Tom Blyth x Actress!reader

A/n: thank you for this request anon :)

Warnings: swearing (literally once lol)

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“I’ve always done what’s best for you, you have to understand that!” His grip on your wrist was painful as you wince. “You’re hurting me Coryo,” You struggle as a single tear drops from your eyes. Coriolanus smiles in satisfaction, wiping away the tear with the pad of his thumb.

“Now get fucking dressed,” He throws your clothes as you as you flinch and scramble. “Hurry up!” Coriolanus yells as your hands frantically pull your clothes onto your half naked body. “AND CUT!” The director calls out.

Tom immediately grabs a robe and rushes over to you on the bed, covering your slightly naked body as you thank him. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you too much did I?” He asks, worried that his grip on you was too harsh.

“No, of course not. And I’m okay,” You chuckle, your hand on the side of his face as he looks relieved. His arms latch around your waist as he picks you up bridal style. “Tom!” You let out a hearty laugh as he carries you out of set and into your shared trailer.

You two chose to ate lunch in the comfort of each other’s arms as you talk about everything and anything. Soon enough, hair and makeup stylists come knocking in as they get you two ready for the next scene.

Your makeup and hair took the longest but Tom entertained you the entire time, sometimes even making you cry out in laughter which probably annoyed the makeup artist who was doing your eye makeup.

Eventually you two were done and you still had an hour spare. You crawled onto Tom’s lap as his arms securely wrapped around themselves around you, your face in the crook of his neck. Exhaustion from the couple of days of filming caught up to you as you fall into slumber in Tom’s arms.

Tom’s assistant chuckles and snaps a few pictures of you fast asleep in his arms as he poses. Then, a knock came from the door and in walked Josh and Rachel. “Hey-“ Rachel pauses when seeing you asleep. A filming camera in her hand pointed at the two of you.

Tom raises an eyebrow at her, wondering what she was doing with the camera. “I’m filming a tour of the set,” Rachel giggles as she comes closer to the two. “And here we have the two lovebirds of the set, y/n fast asleep in her lovers arms.” Rachel whispers, directing the camera to your curled up body Tom’s lap.

You had no idea that Rachel had recorded you while you were dozed off until you found out at one of the interviews in London. “Who in the cast was most sleepiest?” The interviewer asks. You think about it, making your decision as you settle on writing Rachel’s name.

“In 3, 2, 1.” You all flipped your boards as your mouth drops open. “Me?” You gasp as Tom, Rachel, Hunter, and Josh all wrote your name. They all burst out laughing as you look at them disbelief. “We actually have proof,” Rachel says with a snicker as you raise an eyebrow at her. “Proof? Are we able to see it?” The interviewer chuckles as you look at Rachel.

“Yeah, Rachel I’d really like to see this proof” You cross a leg over your knee as they start playing a video that you weren’t familiar with. Your eyes widen as the camera comes up to you and Tom, you were fast asleep in his lap. Photos were also shown of Tom posing and you asleep.

Everyone starts laughing as you cover your mouth, refraining yourself from laughing aswell. “Y/n also sleeps a lot while getting her hair and makeup done, honestly she sleeps everywhere and anywhere!” Tom chuckles, rubbing your thigh as you look at him with a smile on your face.

“Yeah I can sleep anywhere honestly, I remember this one time we were in the zoo cage and I literally dozed off on one of the rocks.” You reminisce, “You actually slept on one of the rocks?” Hunter says in disbelief as she places her hand on your shoulder. “Yup. I did.” You nod your head with a wide grin as the others laugh.

~

“Tom, Y/n, what was the most least glamorous day on set?” The two of you were asked as you look to Tom, thinking about an answer. “We had a few. We had a few gnarly days,” “Yeah, there were a few rainy days-“ “Y/n drowned me,” Tom interrupts, looking at you as you break into laughter. “I did.”

“You drowned me one day,” He continues as you throw your head back in laughter, “I was clinging to Tom for dear life in that lake,” You chuckle. “Oh right, there’s a bit where your properly on Tom’s shoulders!” The interviewer points out. “Yeah and they made it look romantic in the movie,”

“In reality, I was choking for my life cause Y/n isn’t the strongest swimmer in the relationship,” You lean your head against his shoulder in embarrassment as you laugh. “No- I can swim, only if somebody is chasing me,” You sheepishly say as Tom throws his arm around your shoulder, laughing as you could feel your whole body vibrate from his laughter.

“Oh and it was absolutely freezing in that water!” You shake your head as Tom agrees. “There’s actually footage of me wrapped in like three blankets after getting out, Tom included as a blanket” You remember as your mind goes back to that day where you were shooting at the lake.

“I’m so cold,” You squeak as you quickly walk out of the lake, Tom behind you ready to wrap you his arms around your frame “C’mere”. The filming team give you two blankets as you wrap it around your frame, your wet hair sticking to your forehead.

Tom’s body added to the warmth as he rocked you side to side. “Tom, Y/n, smile!” Rachel says, holding her film camera as you pull an awkward face as Tom does the same. You both laugh at the face expressions you made finding it hilarious.

“What was the most memorable day that you remember while on set?” The interviewer asks as you ponder. “My most memorable day was probably the day we finished shooting. Not many people know this but I originally turned down this role because it was back to back with my other project that I was working on.”

“And you know I had just arrived back in London from filming it for about 8 months I think?” You look to Tom as he nods, “Yeah 8 months hardly being able to see family and friends. But when Tom got the role as Coriolanus he sort of convinced me to take this role on and I’m so glad I listened to him.” You grip his hands in yours.

“That last day on set was quite emotional for me in many ways. I was of course sad that filming with these incredible people were over and also I think just remembering that I’ve gone so so long without my family really hit hard that day.” Tom nods and smiles as he admires your side profile as you talk.

“And Tom was there on set with me and I was just so relieved seeing him after finishing that when I gave him a hug I started crying.” You conclude make eye contact with Tom. “Speaking about you and Tom, can you tell us how you two met?” A smile immediately made it your lips as Tom chuckles, scratching his neck.

“You can tell them this one,” You nudge him with a cheeky smile. “I met Y/n on the set of Billy the Kid late 2021 when we started filming. Y/n’s dad was the producer of the film and I was introduced to her by him and then yeah,” He says giddily as you smile.

You still remember that day like it was yesterday. “I came to set on the second week Tom started filming and let me tell you, he looked really good in his outfit. Like really good,” You shyly say as Tom and interviewer laugh.

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me this,” Your boyfriend looks down at you with a slight smirk, “didn’t want you to think I was head over heels for you,” You wink playfully at him as he chuckles and kisses the back of your hand.

~

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You Got A Star!

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No Powers AU (Female Reader X Yelena Belova)

Summary: You and your roommate, Yelena Belova, invite some friends over for Mario Party; however, Yelena has no idea about your feelings for her.

Word Count: 4K

Content: Feelings, Crushes, Mario Party, Friendship, Comfort/Hurt

Your roommate, Yelena Belova, was one of a kind.

Truly, you had never meant anyone like her. From the way she talked to how she made babies cry with one look. Or how the one thing she knew how to cook was Mac and Cheese.

You knew there would never be anyone else like her.

Which is maybe why you started to feel different around here... what began as two strangers needing a place to live slowly morphed into something else.

At least for you.

Yelena's asexual identification didn't make it impossible for her to find someone she could share a life with. It was just that you had never seen her with anyone since knowing her. So, IF Yelena were attracted to you, you would have no idea.

Regardless, your tiny crush was making itself known tonight as you waited for a few friends to come over. It was Saturday night, and after a shit week at work, you, Yelena, and your friends decided to have an impromptu game night.

"So what is it?" Yelena asked you again as you set an assortment of snacks on the hardwood coffee table. "It's called Mario Party. Each person chooses a character, and then you hit dice, play minigames, get coins, and you have to purchase stars." You looked up from the candies and savory snacks to a confused-looking blonde. "Whoever has the most wins." You said.

"Is it easy?" She asked after staring at you. You shrugged. "It can be a little challenging sometimes." Yelena hummed. "So it's not like that animal island game?" She asked with her eyes precious and wide.

A fluttering was happening in your stomach.

You cleared your throat with a smile. "No, Lena, it's not like Animal Crossing." Yelena pouted. She loved Animal Crossing no matter how much she hated Tom Crook, as she called him. Yelena opened her mouth to ask if the two of you could practice a round of this Mario Party, but a knock on the apartment door followed by its slowly opening stopped her.

"I got pizza!" Kate Bishop yelled as she entered through the small hallway. You walked past Yelena after your eyes fell to her lips without noticing. She was too busy looking at the game icon on the switch home screen. "You didn't bring Lucky?" You asked as you took the pizza boxes from your childhood friend.

Kate shook her head. "Figured it might get hectic." You nodded to her reasoning. Kate had followed you into the kitchen as you set the pizzas down. Pulling out some plates and dipping sauces.

Ranch and hot sauce for you and Yelena.

You turned around to find your friend eyeing Yelena. You looked between the two and raised an eyebrow to yourself.

"So..." You started pulling Kate's attention to you. You could see Yelena grab her special Joy-Con from the corner of your eye.

It was just the plain blue one, but she loved it.

Yelena clicked on the game as she pulled up a Let's Play on her phone of the game. You hide a laugh.

"How's your mom and her new man." Kate rolled her eyes. "He's so annoying, and he's doing things where he wants us to be like a family. It's just weird..." She shook her body as if she had a cold chill. "Plus, he has one of those old man smiles that could be threatening when all he's doing is asking for ice cream." Her voice was unhappy. She did not like this Jack guy at all.

"Y/n!" Yelena called out from the couch, making you and Kate leave the kitchen. "Yes?" You smiled and kept your voice level as you approached Yelena's side. Standing as she sat.

Yelena lifted her eyes to you before doing a double take at Kate. "Kate Bishop!? When did you get here?" Kate smiled awkwardly before licking her lips and speaking. "About five minutes ago." Yelena tilted her head. "Hmm. I did not know. You're sometimes too quiet." Kate did what she did best and chuckled lightly with a nervous laugh. "Yeah, like a mouse."

Yelena nodded before looking back at you and her phone. "Who is this?" She pointed to a Mario Party character on her tiny screen. "Oh, that's Wario." You replied. Yelena looked at you with all the seriousness in her voice. "Can I play as them?"

You nodded. "If you want."

"I want to." With one look into her eyes, you would go through hell to make sure she played as that little idiot.

"Okay, then you will." You smiled, and her face morphed into pure happiness. Like a puppy in the sun. "He reminds me of that fat short guy from that one show with the horrible people." She said as her attention moved back to the phone. You thought for a few seconds. "Are you talking about Danny Devito?!" Yelena smiled wide and bright. "Yeah, from the Sunny show!"

You couldn't help but laugh.

"That's a great character, Yelena!" Kate spoke up from behind you before not so subtly moving past you to sit next to Yelena on the couch. Her gaze was on Yelena's phone as well.

Were her cheeks pink?

"That character is like best friends with my character," Kate said, raising Yelena's eyebrows. "Really?!" You couldn't recall a time when Kate played as Walugi, but her favorite color was purple, so it probably happened at some point, and you just didn't remember.

Seconds later, a knock came to the door before YOU could explain how different Wario's dice block was from the other characters.

"Wanda! Pietro! Nice of you to join!" The twins were too busy bickering with one another to return your niceties. But Wanda did make sure to place the wine bottle in your arms.

"Y/n, did we have to knock, or could we have just let ourselves in?!" Pietro turned and looked at you with intensity. Wanda was doing the same. "Uhhh..." You looked between the siblings. "You could have just come in." You said with caution. "See!" Pietro threw his arms up while Wanda rolled her eyes. "But that's not how Mama raised us!" Wanda yelled as the two of them stormed into the kitchen.

Pietro had his nose leading him to the pizza. Wanda followed to grab glasses for the wine.

"But it's like the sitcoms you love so much. We're the friends that can come right into the apartment and join the shenanigans!"

Wanda groaned because her brother was right, and she hated it.

"Shut up!" Wanda replied before joining you in the living room, taking the wine from your hand. "Sorry. I need this NOW."

Wanda would be two and a half glasses in by the end of the night. All because of her lovely, annoying brother.

"Hey, Wanda! Hi Pietro!" Kate waved to the twins, who sent smiles and waves back. Yelena looked up and to them and gave them a nod. "Okay, so now if you land on a red monster face, you get in trouble?" Yelena asked Kate. Kate nodded and briefly explained who Boswer was.

Your eyes caught Yelena's briefly when she glanced your way. You could've sworn you saw her lip twitch upwards before she looked back to Kate.

"Here, Kate, it'll be easier to explain some of the mini-games once we're actually in the game." Kate looked up to you and your regent words sheepishly. She nodded after fumbling with her words. "Okay."

A moment later, when Kate left to grab the three of you slices of pizza, you took her spot next to Yelena. "I'll help you out if you need it." You said, which Yelena appreciated greatly but shook her head. "I shall win this game on my own!"

Your lips curled upwards with a laugh. "Oh, is that right, Lena!?" Yelena smirked and took a big sip of the wine Wanda dropped off. "Prepare to lose Y/n Y/l/n."

You took a sip of your wine as well. "We'll see Lena. We'll see."

About fifteen minutes later, You, Yelena, Kate, and Wanda were ready to start the night's first game. The disappointed look of Kate having to sit in her own chair was missed by you.

"How come there's five of us for a four-person game!" Pietro whined as you let Wanda select the level. "I asked Sam to come by, but he's busy with his test and all that." You said while waving your hand. Your friend Sam Wilson was training to become a pilot. Pietro huffed. "Fine."

"Also you fairly lost at rock papart scissors so sorry dude." You added on like rubbing salt in the wound. Wanda turned around and stuck her tongue out to her brother. Pietro angrily bit into his third slice of pizza and flipped her off.

The game was underway, and the order was set. Kate went first, followed by you and then Wanda. Yelena rolled a 3 and had to go last.

"Hey, that might be good; you can make your moves based on where other people are. Not where they might be." You said, cheering Yelena up slightly.

Kate and Wanda dominated the first few turns and minigames as you and Yelena struggled to move more than 4 per turn. You knew it was bad luck, but Yelena was about one more 1 v 3 mini-game from switching her joy-con until Kate got the first star.

"Who is that again?" Yelena asked as Toad started moving to a new spot on the map. "Toad. He's like a mushroom guy." Kate answered before you could. "Fuck! It's farther from me!" Wanda exclaimed as you turned towards the TV. Your eyes moving away from Yelena's side profile.

Toad landed seven spots in front of Yelena.

She could make it to him but she didn't have enough coins.

Luckily, when it was Yelena's turn, she rolled a five and landed on a blue space. Yet she was still short in terms of payment.

"Oh great, it's this one!" Wanda groaned. "Y/n's the be-" "Who wants to practice!?" You cut Wanda off and gave her a quiet glare; the other two people playing didn't seem to notice.

When everyone loaded into the practice mode, Wanda just gave you a confused look before forgetting about it.

Surprisingly, Yelena was just as good as you at rapidly clicking the button to send the little shy guy flying. But still, you won the practice mode. "Oh, come on, Y/n!" Yelena whined. "How did you do that?"

"What happened to winning the game on your own?" You said with your teasing voice dripping. Yelena loved that attitude and smirked. "Okay, Y/l/n, watch this." You turned towards the TV just before the mini-game started properly.

But not before you saw Kate's eyes on your blonde roommate.

"Come on!" Wanda yelled as her fingers smashed the button repeatedly. Kate groaned and held her breath as she did the same. You kept your technique unchanged, and Yelena did her best to copy you.

However, you knew from the practice round and every other game prior that you could do this with one with your eyes closed. But you had a crush on the blonde sitting next to you who cursed at her little yellow piece of shit character. Her words. So, without anyone realizing it, you stop mashing your button a few seconds before the timer ran out.

"Fuck that hurts!" Kate waved her hand around as the four shuguys began to take off.

Wanda's was the first to hit the ground. A laugh from her brother earned him a slap on the arm. Kate's followed the same destiny not long after, and to everyone's surprise, yours was the next to fail.

Wanda turned to you, shocked, but once Yelena realized she had won, Wanda put the pieces together and joined in the celebration of your defeat.

You were more than fine with it. Because now Yelena had enough coins to get her first-ever star.

She would never know it was really because of you.

"I'm taking a picture of this moment," Pietro said, making everyone laugh as Yelena hit the button to accept the Star from Toad.

"You Got A Star!" The game applauded! "I did it!" Yelena cheered and clapped to herself before you wrapped an arm around her and smiled at Pietro's dad's pose with the camera.

You thought Pietro had taken the picture when you shifted your face to take in Yelena's happiness.

Except, that was the picture that was taken.

Wanda made sure to show the one that followed where it looked like you were looking at the corner of the room.

After that, Yelena's luck turned for the better. She was on a roll. A few turns later, she earned another shiny star from a hidden block that left Kate flummoxed. "All I ever get is coins from those! Are you serious?!" Yelena laughed loudly at Kate.

Yelens then landed on Toad's space again after using a triple dice, and not even the prediction that you would win the game could stop Yelena.

Which left you, Kate, and Wanda struggling to do as much damage as possible to each other in the final turns of the first game.

"Yes!" Kate cheered when she got the last star next, making her and Yelena tied going into the Bonus Stars.

"Well, this sucks." Wanda sighed as she fell back against the couch. "There's no way I'm going to catch up!"

"What's happening?" Yelena asked no one in particular, but you still spoke up. "Bonus Stars. So once the game ends, it will still award additional stars to people. It makes it more exciting. Usually, it's like whoever landed on the most green spaces or landed on Bowser the most. Stuff like that." You explained, and you smiled when the blonde shifted her face to look at you.

However, your smile faltered a bit when you saw her eyes and the pout she wore. "So I might not win?"

"You can still win." You said with your voice soft. Yelena looked over your face as the moment became more intimate.

At least to you. You felt Wanda's gaze on you but moved your eyes to the TV.

"Yelena, look!" Kate pulled Yelena's attention away as the bonus star for the most distance traveled was being awarded.

It went to Wario.

And so did the next Bonus Star, which left Yelena jumping off the couch and into your arms when you stood up. "You did it!" You exclaimed loudly.

"I won the Mario Party!"

Your eyes shined as you looked at the way Yelena, how she couldn't control her excitement. It reminded you of the time you had won $200 on a lottery ticket, and you and Yelena went shopping. She bought a fur coat and wears it every time it hits below 45 degrees. (Fahrenheit)

You would always wanted her to be happy.

With the first round of Mario Party over, Wanda switched out with Pietro, and you did your best not to get competitive over the next game on the map in space. Yelena tried her hardest but found herself struggling. Pietro was just as fast in the game as he was in real life. Zooming from star to star, leaving you and Kate reeling.

"Y/l/n third place again!" Yelena teased as she landed herself in a solid second place behind Pietro. You went to jokingly retaliate, but Kate stole Yelena's attention and challenged her to a different Mario game.

Mario Kart.

Yelena's eyes went wide with fear before you slowly watched how they shifted.

Determined Yelena would be.

However, that would have to wait for another night as you looked at your phone, seeing how late it had gotten. Everyone agreed and helped you and the blonde clean up.

Pietro helped by eating two more slices.

"Oh hey, Y/n, before I leave, do you still have that red jacket? I wanted to borrow it for a party Lorna is throwing next week. It would fit the theme." Wanda said, shrugging her arms. You nodded and let her follow you to your bedroom.

"Here." You said, pulling the jacket off the hanger and holding your arm back. "Oh, thanks!" Wanda said as she grabbed it, and you turned around. Your eyes immediately noticed how your door had been shut.

"Wanda?" Sure, the two of you kissed when the clock struck midnight on New Year two years ago, but Wanda didn't have feelings. Did she? "Okay, spill!" Wanda said as she was closer than before—her voice above a whisper.

"Spill?"

"You and Yelena! What's going on there?" Ah! "Did you need this?" You said, picking up the arm of the jacket. Wanda shook her head. "I saw how you were looking at her! I take it she doesn't know?" You sighed. If there was anyone, you could count on sharing your newfound crush with, it was Wanda. "No, she doesn't know." You sighed again as you sat on your bed.

"Are you gonna tell her? Tonight?" Wanda asked, joining you by your side with her arms clutching the jacket. "I don't know... I want to... But."

"But it's Yelena." You nodded to Wanda's words. "I would also just hate to ruin our friendship." Wanda could understand. "Well, sometimes the biggest risks have the best rewards." You hated her cat poster-like words of wisdom, but she wasn't necessarily wrong. "Plus." You lifted your head to Wanda's green eyes before she continued. "At the end of the day, it's Yelena. Even if she didn't reciprocate those feelings with you, you know she wouldn't want anything to change between the two of you. You're best friends. She'll always be in your life. I'm sure it might be hard if she doesn't like you like you. But-"

"But I'd want her around." You finished Wanda's sentence. Wanda nodded, put her arm around you before her hand moved, and rubbed your back. "You're a big girl. You got this."

"You had to ruin it."

Wanda laughed loudly and let you rise from the bed. Before you helped her up. You definitely needed a new box spring.

Opening the door to your bedroom, your eyes caught Yelena's as she exited a hug from Kate. Her eyes quickly moved away from you and Wanda as she confirmed her plans to practice Mario Kart for the next game night, whenever that would be.

"Got the jacket. Let's go!" Wanda yelled to her brother, who was helping out and putting the leftover pizza in foil for you. Oh, no, wait. He was grabbing some to go.

Kate noticed where your eyesight had gone and laughed at Pietro's actions before giving you a tight hug. "Tonight was so much fun, thank you!" You hugged your childhood friend just as tight. "Thanks for coming."

Kate then moved to Yelena and was awkward as she accidentally punched Yelena in the boob as she lifted her arm to hug the blonde. Again. Yelena laughed loudly as Kate blushed before they hugged. Kate left with a cloud of smoke after that.

"Bye, Y/n. Bye, Yelena!" Pietro said his goodbye first with a quick wave to you and a side hug to Yelena. Wanda turned around and hugged you before turning and doing the same to the blonde. You smiled as you walked closer to the door at the end of the apartment hallway. "Bye, guys!" You waved as you shut the door to Wanda, mouthing, "Talk to her."

With a click, the door was locked, and it was just you and Yelena. "That was a good time, Y/n!" Your cheeks wore a light pink as you moved away from the door. Following Yelena in the living room area. "I'm glad you had fun, Lena."

Yelena moved to the couch and grabbed the remote as you entered the kitchen to grab some water. Your mind racing with a way to bring up you're feelings. "I'm not tired yet. Do you want to watch a movie?" Yelena called out from the living room. "Uh, sure! Just pick whatever!" You called out with your voice jumping from your nerves.

You took longer than one would need to fill out their water bottle. Thankfully, Yelena didn't seem to notice as she swiped through hundreds of different options.

She was trying to find something specifically tailored to you.

"You like this one, no?" Yelena asked as you finally sat down. The movie was Legally Blonde, and Yelena knew you loved it, so why was she questioning it? One look and you could see her mind had been racing too.

And for some reason, that calmed your nerves just a bit. What if she felt the same way you did?

You hid a smile and scooted closer to Yelena, who tensed up slightly before pulling you in and dropping an arm around you. "Should I have made popcorn?" You asked. Yelena shook her head. "Still full."

You were, too.

As Elle Woods began to wake up on the screen, you bit your lip. Would during or after the movie be an appropriate time to talk to Yelena?

"Y/n?" Yelena's voice broke you from your thoughts as you lifted your eyes to her. Yelena was chewing on her lip. "Yeah?"

"I have something to say, and I don't know how you're going to take it." Your heart started beating faster than you ever thought possible. "Okay." You said as the movie fell into a black hole behind you. Your body lifts off Yelena to give her your entire attention.

Could this be it?

Yelena sighed before her eyes fell on you. They were gentle. "Tonight, I discovered something... and I'm unsure how to move forward."

You knew the feeling.

"Okay..." Yelena moved her leg below her and turned more towards you. "I... I-" You had never seen Yelena so nervous and flustered. Not even when she booked a trip to Paris, Texas, and not Paris, France. "Yelena." You reached for her hand and took it. "Whatever it is. I'm here for you. I can help."

Yelena knew this, yet she was anxious. "I think I might have a crush on-" "Oh wow! Okay! Tha-"

"On Kate," Yelena said with the words flying out of her. She needed to get this off her chest. She needed you to know. She didn't like this feeling inside of her as she was keeping this to herself. Plus, Kate Bishop was your childhood best friend. Yelena didn't want to make that uncomfortable for you.

"Now! I know this might be weird! But I-" Yelena stopped and quickly gathered her words—enough time for you to process what just happened and to hear your heart become shattered glass.

"There is just something about her. I'm drawn in. She's clumsy but beautiful. Funny!" Yelena laughed to herself as a fake smile finally appeared on your face. "But!" Yelena gripped your hand, and you still felt butterflies in your stomach due to the touch of her soft fingers. "If you have a problem with this or feel uncomfortable, let me know!"

Yelena was dead serious. If you told her that it would make things... unbearable she wouldn't pursue any bit of this with Kate. But you couldn't do that to her. You wouldn't put her own happiness in jeopardy. "It's okay." You said with a smile—another fake one.

You had to fake it now. You could cry later.

"Are you sure?" You nodded. "Absolutely!" You said. Yelena nodded a tad. "It's just she's your childhood friend, and I'm your best friend-"

"Yeah. You're my best friend, Yelena, so of course I want you to be happy."

You said with an enthusiasm you didn't know you could muster. But it finally convinced Yelena, who pulled you in for a hug. "Oh, thank you, Y/n Y/l/n!" She said into your neck. You closed your eyes and let the moment happen. "I love you, Y/n!" Yelena said with a loud cheeriness in her voice.

"I love you too, Yelena!" You whispered back.

By the time the next game night rolled around, Yelena and Kate were dating.

You hated Mario Kart after that.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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Onesided!SHIV ROY x READER

Dog and Bone!AU...think piece? A small-word count series of the Roy kids (and friends) and their relationships with you. Obsessive and unequal and the only thing you've ever known.

Yes I should be doing requests but it's 2am and I have an urge.

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Shiv does think about those moments where she was sixteen with you. All the time. It's fucking ridiculous. Yeah, she's not monogamous - but it's you she's thinking about, like she's not monogamous for the sake of you. Her distant friend who sleeps with her brother at her fucking waist. She needs to stop. She needs to drink more.

Fucking forget.

"Shiv?"

She remembers waking up, a hand groping your breast. Her cheeks didn't take long to burn, like someone just set a fire under her. You were giggling.

"What the fuck am I doing?"

"Have a dream about pitching for a baseball game?"

The worst thing was that she remembers exactly what she was dreaming about. It wasn't any different than what she was doing with your body. She pressed her thighs together.

"...Sorry. Fuck. That was weird, that's-"

"It's fine, Shiv. Come here."

Come up. She came up burning in the crook of your neck, hand flexing as she crossed her arm on your waist.

"I thought you were gonna rip my tit off."

She closed her eyes. She closes her eyes.

"...Shut up. You-"

"I'm joking."

She can't be fucking weird with you the way her brothers are. It's different if it's her. And it's not her. Lesbianism. Bisexuality. Whatever - if she's discreet about it, if it's like a third between her and Tom or her and someone else, then it's fine - but Roman touching you and always wanting you makes Shiv want to pull her fucking hair out because it's just gross. There's no other reason because there can't fucking be. She's trying to make them disappear down the glass of her wine.

But you shouldn't be taking up space in the pink of her brain.

"Roman's done worse, and with romantic intention. You're fine."

...It isn't fair.

It's not fucking fair that you don't think of her like this, that you don't feel wronged by your own fucking brain because your hands come to fists when you wake up. And it isn't fair that Roman gets to be gross, that you allow him. It's not fair.

Shiv crosses her legs and takes a harsh sip.

Why do you get to do this to her? And so distantly? But hey - a long and kind fucking hey, it took her twenty years or so to admit that it isn't fair, or that there's something to find unfairness in.

"Hey, Honey."

"...Hey."

Shiv greets Tom swiftly. She closes her eyes.

She felt a kiss to her hair.

"I've knew breast groping could feel so platonic. And soft. You should dream of baseball more often."

"You alright?"

Shiv blinks, head forward but eyes looking down.

"Mm. Headache."

"My poor thing. Well, I think you're in luck - wine's got to be the only alcohol that helps with a brain bug."

"...Maybe."

She doesn't catch Tom's smile when she closes her eyes again.

Shiv didn't think she'd ever fucking wish to be sixteen.

[v4mpgutz]

Peppers, Slytherin Boys [ DRABBLE ]

— the slytherin boys + band au. this will include theodore nott, mattheo riddle, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy, blaise zabini and tom riddle (bc i said so) also the bandname.. ur probably thinking "how original" /sar but i couldnt think of anything JENDN

slytherin boys band

warnings ! — a little bit suggestive in some parts (hehehaha), mentions of smoking/cigarettes, mentions of eye pulling

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thinking about these boys starting a band together. they decide the positions will go as such: tom as lead guitarist + sub-vocals, mattheo on drums, theo as the bassist, draco on keyboard, enzo as main vocals and blaise as sub-guitarist.

they sit there in the common room, everyone bickering about who can come up with a better band name. tom sighs and pulls at his eyes with a groan. do they ever shut up?

draco scoffs and turns to tom, "alright then. think you've got a better name?"

tom blinks and gives him a blank look before saying, "uh yes. i've got plenty of better names actually." the boys look at him expectantly and suddenly tom is realising he has to give them a name suggestion, (spoiler alert: he actually had none.)

the usually quiet prefect clears his throat, "how about the deatheaters?" he asks. good, he thinks, that came out more certain than it did in my head.

mattheo raises his eyebrows in surprise and clicks his tongue. "damn, that's actually kind of sick. vote?" he glances around to see multiple grins and aggressive nodding from lorenzo (he gets excited easily.)

they practice for months, sometimes missing dinner and even breakfast just to get more acquainted with their positions and instruments. they finally convince dumbledore to let them play at a school dance — he's definitely slightly regretting it but he figures he can't take it back now.

theo swallows anxiously as he sees just how many students showed up to the dance and blaise sighs as he places a hand on the boy's shoulder. "chill, mate. we're going t' kill it out there."

"why are there so many people?!" theo attempts to whisper as he turns to his bandmates with wide-eyes. tom shrugs, draco shakes his head and continues reading over his music sheet, lorenzo chews his lip — just as nervous as theo... and mattheo? well...

"duh," the curly-haired boy gives a crooked smirk, cocky as ever. "they're here to see us — and by us i mean me."

tom smacks his brother in the shoulder and mattheo winces, rubbing it in a soothing manner. "i was kidding!"

dumbledore calls them onto the make-shift stage while the curtains are closed and mattheo throws his cigarette onto the floor, digging into it with his foot to put it out. blaise gags, "that's a disgustung habit."

mattheo shrugs and the band make their way onto the stage, taking their places. enzo up front, tom on his right and a little behind, mattheo at the back with his drumkit kind of floating in the air (magic perks), theo in the same place as tom but left, draco diagonally to mattheo's left and blaise just next to enzo.

lorenzo and tom clear their throats and take a sip from their water bottles before scrambling to peg them into the wings (accidentally hitting professor slughorn for which tom winces and apologises.) mattheo counts in with his sticks before starting in with a relatively quick beat, guitars being strummed and keyboard notes being played.

enzo's voice is a little deeper than usual and the crowd's reaction made it clear that they weren't expecting it. people from different houses looked up at the band, mesmorised.

mattheo had a grin on his face, his curls bouncing gently against his sweaty forehead as he hit the drums. blaise was focusing on the neck of his guitar, making sure not to mess up any notes, his skin so pretty under the gold stage light. tom couldn't care less about the audience but when his fingers moved quickly, so smooth against the strings of his guitar as he backed enzo's vocals and girls started screaming — it definitely boosted his ego a little. theo was more relaxed now, his eyes showing excitement as his stomach settled. draco blew strands of hair that fell out of his slicked back style away from his face, messing up a few chords but he was certain nobody noticed anyway.

when they finish up, the boys felt a rush of adrenaline and pride as everyone starts whistling and clapping.

they rush off the stage all giddy, smacking eachother on the back as they whoop and grin at eachother.

"whose idea was this again?" blaise asks, raising a brow.

tom shrugs with a sly smirk and hands a lighter to mattheo after he whines about needing a light for his cigarette. "no idea, but it was genius."

giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair hehehaha, definitely will be writing oneshots for each of them with this band au in the future theyre so hot

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧

Parings → Merman! Tom Holland x Mermaid! Reader

Warnings → SMUT!! 18+, mermaid AU, teasing, it's cringe too ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

Summary → Sneaking away from the after-party, coming back to where it all started.

Masterlist

You and Tom had slipped away from the after-party celebration, finding yourselves back at the same rock where everything changed—the very place where you had turned human for the first time together. The night was calm, the sky vast and endless, with the full moon casting its silvery glow over the tranquil waves. The cool breeze carried the scent of salt and freedom, wrapping around you both like a soft, familiar embrace.

Tom’s arms circled around you from behind as you leaned against him, your bodies perfectly molded together. His steady warmth from his bare body contrasted against the crisp night air, grounding you in a moment that felt almost too perfect to be real.

"I can’t believe we’re married," you murmured, your voice just above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate magic of the night.

Tom chuckled, his chest vibrating against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder, exhaling contentedly. "I know, right? Feels like just yesterday we were figuring out how to walk." He tilted his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Now we’re here, married… bonded for life."

You smiled, nuzzling your head against his. "Yeah… I always had a feeling that we’d end up together."

A comfortable silence settled between you, the only sounds being the rhythmic crash of the waves and the occasional rustle of leaves. The peacefulness of it all made your heart swell.

Then, breaking the quiet, Tom’s voice took on a mischievous lilt. "Hey, you wanna do it again?"

Turning slightly, you teased, raising a brow, "What? You wanna get between my legs again?" Your voice dripped with mock innocence, but the way his cheeks flushed told you he knew exactly what you were doing.

Tom groaned, his face scrunching up in exaggerated embarrassment as he buried himself in the crook of your neck. "Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it," he muttered against your skin, his voice muffled yet undeniably cheeky.

You giggled, gently pushing him back so you could look at him properly. "Oh, I definitely enjoyed it." Your lips curled into a teasing smirk. "But I also enjoy watching you get all flustered."

Tom gave you a look—a mix of a pout and a grin—that only made you laugh harder. "You’re evil, you know that?" He said, shaking his head.

"You married me," you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him.

Tom leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I knew exactly what I was getting into."

A shiver ran down your spine, and before you could respond, he kissed the side of your neck, making you gasp softly.

You swatted at him playfully. "Tom!"

He laughed, his lips still grazing your skin. "What? You love it when I get all… touchy like this." His fingers traced delicate patterns along your waist, just enough to make you squirm.

"You’re such a tease," you muttered, though the smile on your face betrayed your words.

Tom grinned. "I learned from the best."

With that, he leaned in and captured your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made everything else fade away—the world, the past, the worries of the future. There was only him, only this.

The kiss deepened, and a sigh escaped your lips as his hands pulled you impossibly closer. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, like you were the only thing that mattered. And in this moment, you were.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting against each other. Tom brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers barely touching your skin. "I love you, Y/n," he whispered, his voice soft yet sure. "More than anything."

You smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. "I love you too, Tom."

He leaned in again, but this time, you stopped him with a playful hand on his chest. "Hold on, Mister. You still haven’t answered my question."

Tom blinked, confused. "What question?"

You grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. "You wanna get between my legs again?"

Tom’s face turned a deep shade of red. "W-Well, I mean…"

You raised an eyebrow. "Come on, don’t get shy now. You brought it up."

Tom cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck in an attempt to regain his composure. "I-I wasn’t… I mean, if you want to…" he stammered, his voice trailing off as he ran a nervous hand through his messy curls.

You giggled, loving how easy it was to make him flustered. "Relax, Tommy. I’m just teasing."

Tom pouted. "You’re too good at it."

"That’s why you love me."

His grin returned as he pulled you back into his arms. "Yeah, yeah. But seriously…" He tilted his head slightly, his eyes twinkling with something deeper. "I wouldn’t mind if we, uh, revisited that night."

Your heartbeat quickened at the sincerity beneath his playful tone. You leaned in, letting your lips brush his lightly before whispering, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Tom’s eyes darkened with intent. "Well, when you put it like that…"

Without wasting another second, he kissed you again, this time with more urgency. His lips molded against yours, his hands tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers grasped onto the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you.

He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "You’re so beautiful," his voice filled with awe, like he still couldn’t believe you were his.

Your heart clenched at his words, and you kissed him again, softer this time. "You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Holland."

Tom chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin as he trailed kisses along your jawline, then down to your neck. Each kiss sent electric sparks coursing through you, making your breath hitch.

He kissed your shoulder, then moved back to your lips, his movements slower now, more deliberate. This kiss wasn’t just passion—it was love, devotion, something so deep it made your chest ache in the best way.

When he finally pulled away, he looked at you with pure wonder. "We’re really married," he murmured, as if saying it aloud would make it feel real.

You brushed a hand through his curls, smiling softly. "I know. It feels like a dream."

"The best dream ever," he corrected with a grin.

You laughed as he playfully pressed you down onto the rock, his body hovering over yours, hands on either side of your head. His weight, his warmth, his everything—it was intoxicating.

"You sure like to take charge, don’t you?" You teased, your lips ghosting over his.

Tom smirked. "Only because you let me."

His kiss was deeper this time, leaving you utterly breathless. The moonlight bathed you both in its soft glow, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore adding to the sheer perfection of the moment.

After a while, Tom lay beside you, pulling you against his chest. His heartbeat, steady and strong, was the most comforting sound in the world.

"I don’t ever want this to end," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest. "It doesn’t have to. We have forever now, remember?"

His eyes softened as he smiled. "Yeah, we do. Forever."

You closed your eyes as he kissed your forehead, feeling completely at peace.

Then, after a beat, Tom spoke again, voice laced with mischief. "So… about getting between your legs again…"

You groaned, swatting his chest. "Tom!"

He laughed, rolling onto his side and pulling you closer. "What? I’m a man with simple pleasures."

Shaking your head, you smirked. "Lucky for you… I happen to enjoy those simple pleasures."

Tom’s grin widened as he kissed you again, slow and sweet.

"I knew I married the right girl."

And as you kissed him back, your heart full to bursting, you whispered, "And I knew I married the right guy."

Tom’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he pulled you closer, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go. The gentle sound of the waves crashing against the rocks outside the cave echoed around you, filling the space with a peaceful, natural rhythm. The cool ocean breeze swirled through the cave’s entrance, caressing your skin as you both lay tangled together.

The moon hung high, painting your bare bodies in its soft, silver light, making every touch feel even more electric. Tom’s hands roamed your body with an intoxicating mix of tenderness and need, his fingers mapping out every curve, every shiver, every soft sigh that escaped your lips.

He hovered above you, his curls brushing against your forehead as he looked down at you with eyes darkened by desire. "You’re perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His thumb gently brushed your cheek before his lips found yours again, slower this time, deeper.

You arched into his touch, your bodies pressing together, skin to skin, hearts pounding in synchrony. "Tom," you gasped softly as his mouth trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before sucking gently, leaving traces of his love on your body.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured against your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. His hands slid up, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive peaks, making you gasp and clutch at his shoulders.

"I want you," you whispered, voice shaky but sure, your eyes locked onto his.

Tom’s lips curled into a soft smile, his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned in, kissing you deeply, passionately, pouring every unsaid word into the way his mouth moved against yours. "You have me," he breathed, voice rough with longing.

His lips continued their journey, trailing hot kisses down your body, across your chest, down the curve of your belly. His hands followed, sliding over your hips, thumbs tracing circles that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you. You let out a soft moan, your fingers tangling in his messy curls, tugging gently as his lips found every sensitive spot, memorizing every reaction.

"Tom, please…" you whimpered, your body arching into his touch, silently begging for more.

He paused, looking up at you with an intensity that made your heart race. "Say it again," he murmured, his voice thick and desperate, as if he needed the reassurance as much as you did.

"Please," you whispered, breath hitching as his hands slid up your thighs, parting them slowly. "I need you."

A low growl escaped his throat, and he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours as he positioned himself. "I need you too," he breathed, his voice laced with urgency. Slowly, gently, he entered you, his eyes never leaving yours, searching for any sign of discomfort.

Your mouth fell open, a soft gasp escaping as he filled you completely, the sensation overwhelming yet perfect. "Tom," you breathed, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, driving you both closer to the edge.

"Y/n," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you impossibly closer with every movement. "You feel so good…" His voice cracked, raw with emotion, each word punctuated by a deep thrust that left you breathless.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, faster, your bodies moving together in perfect sync. "Tom, I—" You couldn’t finish the sentence, lost in the sensation, in the way he made you feel whole, cherished, loved beyond words.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, swallowing your moans, your cries of pleasure. "I love you," he murmured against your mouth, his voice barely a whisper but filled with so much conviction it made your heart ache.

"I love you too," you gasped, your bodies trembling as you both reached that peak together, waves of pleasure crashing over you, mingling with the sound of the ocean, the gentle rustling of the wind.

Tom collapsed beside you, breathless and spent, immediately pulling you into his arms. His chest rose and fell in deep, uneven breaths as he held you close, pressing lazy kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips—each touch laced with warmth and tenderness. Between kisses, he murmured sweet nothings, his voice a hushed melody against your skin.

You rested your head against his chest, listening as the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat gradually slowed, syncing with your own. His fingers traced gentle patterns along your skin, soothing the lingering aftershocks of your shared moment.

“That was perfect,” Tom whispered, his voice laced with quiet awe.

A soft smile played on your lips as you nestled deeper into his embrace, the steady thrum of his heart grounding you. “It was,” you murmured, your voice filled with contentment.

The cave around you seemed to hold the quiet magic of the night, the moon’s glow casting a serene light over everything. You both lay there, tangled together in the stillness, knowing this was where you were meant to be—together, forever.

The night stretched on, and with it, your forever truly began.

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[shads-shipposts]

This chapter is perhaps the oldest, or was one of the first I ever drafted. It may have even been a chapter that was initially drafting back in late 2019/early 2020, although it didn't flow exactly like this. But the "flee the scene and fight your way out" essence of it has been around for a hot minute lol. Banter and fight scenes are my absolute favorites to write, and this definitely has lots of both. This is actually a shortened chapter, with part of it shifted to Ch 5 because it was pushing 5000 words. 

I loved writing all the sailors in this, but Tom is probably a fav. I love the guy, but initially I found myself making him a bit too harmless/passive so I've gone back through my drafts and tried to give him a bit of an edge. Mackenzie Crook's voice and the general way he portrayed Tom in the movie made him seem like a puppy quite often, but Tom still is a very skilled and very dangerous criminal (and grown adult with stubble for days) who can kill/has killed if the situation called for it. He's Allan's right hand man after all, so he's seen and done some shady stuff. He's still gonna be a close friend of Shadow, but there will be times when Shadow gets the reality check of exactly the sort of men she's running with. 

Enjoy this monster of a chapter! As always, make sure to reblog/like/comment if you enjoyed! 

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“Catch that kid! Alive!”

Well ain’t this dandy? All I wanted to do was sketch the ship, now I’m in a run and gun chase scene! This is what I get for being curious!

At least this was just a dream, so I couldn’t really get hurt.

Though now was as good a time as any for my subconscious to shift scenes, placing me far from here.

Any minute now.

Any minute the docks would warp and shift and I would be elsewhere. Maybe pursued, maybe not.

Perhaps it’d be a forest, or a beach, or outer space, or some liminal hellscape found only in the most remote of fever dreams.

And yet the tall warehouses and clusters of crates remained.

And yet the distant yells of foremen and longshoremen remained.

And yet the salty musk of the sea remained.

And yet the cobblestone streets and their many puddles remained.

Any minute, subconscious! Now would be a great time to go fuzzy!

And yet…

I remained.

Footsteps came quick behind me, and close.

If my dream didn’t shift me soon, I’d be in trouble.

Blackbelt or not, running was not my forte. My fighting style was quick and brutal, so I never had to worry about stamina. Fights were only supposed to last a few seconds, otherwise they were brawls.

I was not trained for that. Not extensively, at least.

Already I could feel the acid in my muscles, the strain in my throat, and the throbbing of my teeth.

Hellfire and damnnation, please let it not be Allan closing in behind me!

He had questions, and to be fair I had a hell of a lot of my own, but I didn’t think he’d be keen on sitting down and having a calm chat about them.

I risked a glance behind me.

Not Allan, or any other sailor I recognized from canon material, but the young Boston guy. No older than me, or taller, but probably faster.

“No hard feelin’, doll!” he called. “Boss wants you back, so I’m takin’ ya back!”

Anger lent me a second wind, and I pushed ahead with renewed determination.

“Call me that again and I’ll drop your ass!” I retorted

“That fire won’t do you any favors with the boss!”

“And your smooth talk won’t do you any favors with me!”

Spotting a brick wall maybe eight feet high, I changed course and headed straight for it. Hopefully this young fella couldn’t vault walls like I could.

Let’s see if all that self taught parkour pays off!

Jumping at the wall, right foot first, the treads of my boot caught the rough brick and I propelled myself over the obstacle. I landed in a puddle, sending oily water everywhere, but at least I was gone from the bad side of the wall.

“Oh what the hell?!”

Ha! Lost him!

“Nick! Where’d she go?”

“She vaulted the wall!”

Well, that was no good. That sounded like Neil, and he could probably toss Nick over to my side.

Time to make like my name and vanish!

Spying an open door, I darted inside a warehouse and scrambled up behind some crates. I was careful to not put myself into a corner, however, because I knew my harsh breathing would give myself away. I could control it decently well, but even still.

Subconscious! Where’s that shift!?

My reprieve was horrifically short lived.

Voices, inside the warehouse.

Subconscious!

“Those footprints led in here.”

Damn puddle.

“Be careful, fellas. She’s feisty!” came Nick’s laugh.

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.

“Anyone would be annoyed to deal with you,” another sailor snorted, voice far softer than any of the other men and carrying a hint of a French accent. “Remember, boss wants her alive. Preferably unharmed, but use whatever force needed to get her down.”

Oh, better bring the heat cause I ain’t going down easy.

Noise came from my right, and I turned in anticipation as I waited for the sailor to show himself. He sure was making a lot of noise, and I thought I even heard a crate tumble down to the floor.

The reason for all the excess noise soon revealed itself.

“Gotcha!” Nick laughed from behind, arms wrapping around my middle. He hauled me up and towards himself, but that gave me an idea.

Throwing all my weight back into him, he yelped and we both tumbled backwards, heels over head, down the tall stack of crates. Something that should have hurt like the dickens, but didn’t.

All hail dream immunity!

At least I knew for sure this was a dream, even if things were incredibly vivid.

Fine! If my dream won’t let me leave, then I won’t be stuck here with these guys.

They’ll be stuck here with me.

Down we went, Nick having a much worse time than me judging by the yelps. It was a long way to the cobblestone floor, the sailor who made all the noise rushing to beat us to the bottom where another sailor waited.

From what little glimpses I got, I thought the man at the bottom was the sailor I’d locked eyes with while talking to Neil.

Big guy, burly with broad features, and wearing a signature black scarf covered in red floral designs.

But I couldn’t really be sure, tumbling backwards Loony-Tunes style as I was.

What was sure, though, was I didn’t plan to fight three guys.

Take out as many as you can as fast as you can.

As we neared the bottom, I kicked off the pile of crates and launched us both into the legs into crate-climber-sailor as he darted below us to grab me.

He went down, him and Nick ending up tangled in a pile of sore limbs, leaving me free to spring free and get ready to square up with the remaining sailor.

Though I honestly wished he would have been the one Nick currently struggled to detangle himself from. I’d faced off some big guys in karate, but this fella was on another level.

Leverage. I’d have to use leverage.

In a way that did not anger this big guy for further down the road.

Or just duck and dodge. He’s big, but big guys are often slow.

“Little girl has skill,” he remarked in a thick Russian accent, giving me a smile that was surprisingly more good-natured than sinister. “But sadly will not make safe.”

“Get ‘er, Ollie!”

Ollie, huh? Show me what you got.

Diving into a shoulder roll, I sprang up and immediately changed direction and dove into another one just as his arms closed over the spot I just was. I darted out the door, immediately slamming into another sailor and taking us into the street.

I could not catch a break!

A car horn sounded, but before I could react, the sailor I ran into snatched the back of my waistband and rolled us out of the way to the other side of the street. I kicked off with my legs, aiding him the best I could.

Neither of us were gonna be able to fight if we both got flattened by multiple tons of steel.

A truce between enemies born from survival. Top tier trope.

Angry yelling followed from the driver as we tumbled to a stop, the sailor on his back and me sprawled across his stomach. We watched him drive off before finally looking at each other.

I found myself locking eyes with none other than Neil, and we stared at each other silently for a few moments before I tried bolting away. A strong arm locked around my midsection and hauled me back into an alley, but Neil tripped over his own feet when I threw my weight back and we fell again. He wasn’t about to give up, though, and I found myself locked in a grappling match that was not going my way.

Why couldn’t the other black belts have just ignored the awkwardness and taught me grappling?! I don’t know dick about this!

But I did know one thing. A move that, while not orthodox, was extremely successful due to the sheer audacity and insanity one had to possess to attempt it.

As an arm came down and tried to loop around my neck, I bared my teeth and sank them into his bare arm.

It tasted like sweat, dirt, sea-water, and engine grease.

Not that I knew what the last tasted like.

“Youch!” Neil yelped, quickly releasing his hold on me.

Diving away, I sprang up but stopped in horror as I stared down a dead-end alley. Spinning around into a right fighting-stance, guard up and front leg ready to strike, I cursed myself for not checking the direction before I jumped.

Look before you leap.

Neil knelt on the ground, blocking my way out as he nursed his wounded arm. I hadn’t bitten too hard, more concerned with just getting free via surprise, so all he had to worry about was spit and a minor bruise.

Aren’t dreams supposed to grant immunity for all parties? And that’s the second time my attacks actually had weight to them. Then again, since I’m aware I’m dreaming, I’ve probably shifted to lucid dreaming.

Inspecting the bite mark, Neil then looked up at me with an expression halfway between amusement and shock. “You just bite me, Shortie?”

“Well pardon me for wantin’ to escape!”

He snorted in amusement, a partial smile on his face. “Apology accepted, but ‘fraid that’s all the mercy I can offer.”

As if on cue, more sailors joined him at the entrance to the alley. A guy I was pretty sure was Hobbs from the movie, Tom, Ollie, Nick, the unnamed sailor Nick fell on that I swear I’d seen in one of the games, and…

“Shit,” I hissed, locking eyes with Allan.

Did no one go after Trevor? Or did that jackass peace out like an Enderman again?

“What’s the rush?” Allan asked. “It’s rude to not say goodbye, kid.”

That easy-going and nonthreatening smile don’t fool me, Al. Tom’s the Golden Retriever, not you. You’re a German Shepherd with anger management issues or some shit.

“Oh, ya know.” I shrugged, trying to get some wind back in my lungs. “Places to go and people to not see.”

“You’ll be free to go to those places as soon as you answer some questions from the people you don’t want to see.” Allan turned to his men, jerking a thumb towards the street. “Keep watch, this won’t take long.”

Nick and the unnamed sailor stood on either side of the entrance, looking the opposite directions as they presumably kept a look out for any passersby. The others moved into the alley, pushing me further back.

“You goin’ to play nice or not, kid?” Tom asked. “It don’t have to turn ugly for ya.”

I scoffed. “I ain’t never played nice a day in my life and I sure as shit ain’t gonna start now.”

“Even trapped as you are, you still want to put up a fight?” Allan’s eyes scanned me from head to toe, an amused yet somewhat irritated smile on his face. Like he wanted to be mad but also found my theatrics amusing. “Commendable.”

Well at least he ain’t ordered me skinned alive yet.

“Nah, mate. I ain’t trapped with you, you’re trapped with me.”

Hobbs snorted, looking me up and down. “What’re we all standin’ around for? Let’s just shake the truth out of ‘er.”

“Not sure you want to do that,” Allan said to Hobbs, eyes lingering on my stance where I stood on the balls of my feet before traveling to my hands which were loose and ready near my waist.

Oh he knows.

Hobbs laughed. “Why not?”

Allan didn’t take his eyes off me. “What do you think, kid?”

I shrugged. “He’s welcome to try.”

Realization and caution flooded the faces of Neil and Tom, while Ollie stayed pretty straight faced aside from a subtle, knowing smile.

Hobbs had no such discernment. “She’s not so tough, watch!”

He came forward, reaching for my arm. I waited until he got just close enough, subtly shifting my weight to my left leg, before letting my right leg fly.

It caught him in the chest, knocking him off his feet and back towards the group.

“Nice strike,” Ollie said, arms crossed and stance relaxed as Neil erupted into laughter.

“Don’t encourage her!” Hobbs spat, slowly staggering to his feet.

“When someone says you’re welcome to try,” Neil wheezed. “That isn’t a bloody invitation, it’s a warnin’!”

“Shut up!”

“Looks like we got a martial artist on our hands, boys,” Allan remarked, looking me up and down. “No wonder she felt so safe takin’ a stroll down the docks.”

Not my brightest idea, but even in a dream I can gather Worldbuilding inspiration.

“Sad to say, kid, all that fancy dojo-learnin’ won’t do you much good here on the street,” Tom said.

“It’s served me well so far.”

“Look,” Allan chuckled, spreading his hands in a nonthreatening manner as he offered me a disarming and charismatic smile. “Maybe we all got off on the wrong foot.”

Of course he’d switch to charming and agreeable now, he had me cornered. Ol’ good cop bad cop, except Allan Thompson played both roles. Good trick, scare someone out of their wits then act all friendly so they would be more likely to cooperate and “make it easier for everyone”.

“Uh huh.”

“All we need from you is some answers,” Allan continued, stance relaxing and arms now hanging loose by his sides. “And we can all be on our merry way.”

The way you shift from threatening to trustworthy is amazing, sir. Were you not out for blood, I’d study you like a prison psychologist.

“Mmmm, not buyin’ it,” I said.

Allan shrugged, but he almost looked… pleased that I didn’t fall for it. “Can’t fault a man for tryin’, can you?”

“Oh not at all. Good performance, convincin’ tone, award-winnin’ smile. Had it all. Only a few problems.”

His small, sly smile grew.“Enlighten me.”

“You encircled me at the docks, ordered your men to chase me and bring me back, are currently cornerin’ me in an alley, and!” I gestured up and down at him with both hands. “You’re built like a fuckin’ industrial refrigerator.”

That caught him offguard, his smile fading and replaced by a frown of confusion. “A… refrigerator.”

I motioned with my hands. “Rectangular and solid.”

Neither he nor his men looked entirely sure how to react to such a statement, though I hardly blamed them for that. Neil seemed to find it amusing though, choking back some laughter.

“Aside from… that,” Allan said slowly after a long pause. “What’s stoppin’ you from just answerin’ a few harmless questions?”

Are you challenging me, subconscious? Since when are introspective moments part of my dreams? We do chaos and non-stop action, none of this chatty stuff.

Call me colorblind because the amount of red flags I wasn't seeing about the reality of the situation was honestly laughable.

“Drop the act,” I said. “You and I both know that sweet talkin’ is empty and I ain’t so stupid as to be charmed by honeyed words. This information isn’t somethin’ I walk away after givin’.”

“And what information is that?”

Information I am not willing to revisit unless forced.

I may be the queen of cringe, but never ask a ruler what atrocities they committed to secure their throne.

I said nothing, readying myself for a fight.

His expression changed, the easy-going smile shifting to something not quite sinister but definitely not friendly. “We’re gettin’ those answers, kid. One way or another.” His tone darkened. “You want to play rough, we can play rough.”

He snapped his fingers.

Hobbs flanked his right with a blade, Neil his left with nothing but his bare hands. Tom stood back, waiting and watching the scene unfold with sharp eyes and a hand on his hip close to what I knew to be a firearm.

“Four corners, huh?” I asked, shifting into a ready stance with my weight on my toes. “A gun, a knife, and fists. All I need is a kicker.” My eyes shifted back to Allan. “You good at round-house kicks, mate?”

He didn’t say anything, still bearing that dangerous smile that sent shivers down my spine yet also brought a similar smile to my own face.

“Think this is a game?” Hobbs demanded.

I flashed a toothy grin his way. “Play ball, bitch.”

Allan sighed in mock remorse. “If you insist.”

Hobbs came first, blade aimed for my leg. A simple horse stance to horse stance paired with a wrist throw took care of him.

Neil was next, swinging wide with a sloppy haymaker that didn’t make much sense given he had to know that was one of the easiest things to block, but he’d already proved enigmatic in his methods so I didn’t spend time questioning him. I just stepped in, blocked the punch on the inside of his arm, and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck. By a stroke of luck, I threw him into Hobbs and they both went down.

But now I found myself facing Tom, or rather, not facing him.

He locked me in a strong bear hug from behind, but unlucky for him this was also one of the easiest attacks to break.

Drive my heel onto the top of his foot but pull it enough to not hurt too bad, punch out and step into a horse stance to break the hold, elbow to the gut to wind him, grab the arm.

Kneel.

Bend.

Flip.

Tom fell hard onto the cobblestones in front of me, arm trapped in an armbar, but as I drew back a fist to strike his ribs, I found myself unable to commit.

Blue eyes staring up at me in alarm did not help matters.

Instead, I threw his arm away and dove into a shoulder roll to escape before he could spring up and grab me.

But what was waiting for me was worse, and I sprang to my feet to find Allan’s pistol pointed straight at my chest. I knew how to disarm him, but I risked the trigger getting pulled and the bullet hitting one of the others. If I could just get him to shift slightly, then I only risked the wall getting hit.

Unless it ricocheted…

“Hey, what gives?” Hobbs groaned, cradling his wrist. “Why does Tom get let off easy?”

“Maybe because he didn’t try stabbin’ the kid!” Neil smacked him over the head. “What were you thinkin’, dickhead?!”

“I was just aimin’ for ‘er leg! I wouldn’t hit anythin’ vital!”

“You cut ‘er bloody arm!”

He did? I didn’t… feel anything?

“She doesn’t seem any worse for wear!”

I glanced down at my arm.

Shoot, sure enough there was a leaking gash about two inches long on the underside of my forearm.

Well, they did say getting cut was unavoidable even if you had plenty of skill and speed-

“Tom, get ‘er!”

Act!

I stepped in, both hands grabbing the top of Allan’s and forcing the gun down away from the rest of the men. For some reason, it didn’t go off. Snatching it from his grasp, I slammed my foot into his gut and drove him back. The force sent him off his feet, just like Hobbs, but before he recovered I had the gun ready and aimed at him as I put my back to one of the walls.

I’d never be able to pull the trigger, even with it just aimed at his foot, but I just hoped they wouldn’t know that.

Allan did notice, however, where I was aiming and where my finger was; resting along the barrel, far from the trigger. Still kneeling, his eyes traveled from the gun to me, slightly narrowed. Tom came up from the side, cautiously, but Allan stopped him with a hand.

“Why would you risk gettin’ shot to get the gun?” he asked, one hand over his stomach where I nailed him as his words came out somewhat breathlessly.

Guess even when pulling it, the kick winded him.

Yay for four years of equestrian prior to five years of karate.

He slowly stood, eyes trained on mine as he leaned against the wall opposite to me and took a breath. “Only to aim it somewhere that wouldn’t even stop your attacker?”

“Mind your business.”

He raised an eyebrow, carefully pushing himself off the wall. “Considerin’ I have my gun aimed at my foot, think it is my business.”

“I ain’t lookin’ for a murder charge.”

Dream or no dream.

Not that that is the whole reason.

“Did not stop you from trying to break neck in warehouse,” Ollie commented, still standing calm as could be near the front of the alley with Nick who watched me with wide eyes.

A shove from Ollie sent him back to his watchdog post.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures and all that,” I mumbled.

Ollie tilted his head. “You are not desperate. Dedicated to escape, but not desperately seeking.”

“Didn’t realize I was bein’ chased by a buncha shrinks.”

“He’s right, though,” Allan said. “You’ve not once been lethal. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“Sure was painful,” Hobbs grumbled, shaking his wrist.

Allan stepped closer, and I raised my gun to his arm.

He shook his head. “Again, not lethal.”

“Good trigger discipline,” Ollie commented.

Allan stepped closer again, hands still at his sides.

I still couldn’t bring myself to aim at his face. You never aimed a gun at something you didn’t intend to shoot. Aiming it anywhere near him was already breaking that rule.

Instead, I warned, “Back! Don’t test me, mate, I’ll pull this trigger.”

Lies. All of it lies.

I knew that… and so did Allan.

We were in the 2011 movie, but I was not dealing with movie!Allan. I was dealing with some variant of the one I originally wrote all those years ago; smarter, more cunning, and a lot sharper than anything the movie even hinted at. The charismatic side was new for me, but very unwelcome. I didn’t know how to even begin thwarting it, and he fucking knew that.

“Come on, then.” He opened his arms. “Pull the trigger, kid. Shoot me down.”

I looked into his eyes, reading the challenge there clear as day. The moment I pulled the trigger and hit any part of him, the others would pounce. They’d already tried attacking separately once before; they would not make the same mistake twice.

We were both within striking range, both able to absolutely ruin the other’s day. But still we stood unmoving, staring the other down. Locked in a battle of wits, a battle which neither party was going to give up easily. There was too much at stake to walk away.

Tom stepped into my field of view, slowly. “Hey, kid. Just drop the gun, yeah?” he tried, a hand reaching out. “Ya can’t hurt us. Not wit’ that.”

“Don’t mistake my inaction for inability,” I growled, not taking my eyes off Allan. “I know my way around a gun.”

“Ain’t that. Ya don’t wanna pull that trigger, trust me.”

Neil and Hobbs were cautiously approaching now too, staying back at a gesture from Allan. The first mate didn’t take his eyes from me, however.

They were way too calm considering I had a loaded gun. Or…

My eyes widened.

Did I?

Grabbing the slide, I aimed away from Allan, who just watched calmly, and I looked inside to find an empty chamber. Ejecting the clip, I found it to also be empty.

They weren’t scared of the gun because there was no reason to be scared of it. It was useless, unless I threw it at one of them. That wouldn’t do any good.

“You gotta be shittin’ me!” I whined, dropping the gun after reinserting the clip.

Allan reached out with his foot and slid the gun behind him, where Ollie picked it up. “Tough luck, kid.”

“Shut up,” I grumbled.

“Be best if ya just came with us,” Tom said, stepping forward only to stop when I shifted into a fighting stance and brought my guard up.

“Er, ain’t a good idea,” Neil said, shaking his head. “Can’t win a boxin’ match wit’ Tom, Shortie. He’s the second best on the ship, and he fights dirty.”

I caught that from the attack from behind earlier.

“A, I’m taller than him,” I grumbled, gesturing at Hobbs and earning a venomous glare. “So I don’t know what this whole Shortie deal is about. B, I know I can’t beat him.” I looked between the men, heart pounding against my ribs. “But I sure as hell can make you wish you left me alone.”

Dismay crossed Tom’s face, but there was an element of challenge there too. And element of warning. “It don’t ‘ave to be like this. Won’t hurt ya if ya just cooperate.”

I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I prepared to go down fighting. “We both know it does have to be like this. Unless you let me walk outta here.” I smiled humorlessly. “And that clearly ain’t happenin’.”

Something told me he would take it relatively easy on me, but even a light yet solid hit to the diaphragm from Tom would take me down. If I was bad at grappling, boxing was even worse.

And we already established I wouldn’t be able to hurt him.

“Seriously, kid,” Tom said again, his tone growing dark. “Don’t wanna do this.”

“Got that right, but I gotta, Tom.”

He sighed, bringing his own fists up. “Sorry ‘bout this,” he muttered, taking a step forward. “But ya asked for it. I’ll make it quick.”

I readied myself. “Right back at ya, mate.”

His eyes narrowed, but I did catch a hint of a smile.

At least I have his respect before he punches my lights out.

“We won’t ask again, kid,” Allan warned as the men all took a step toward me. “This has gone on long enough.” There was no smile on his face and no amused tolerance in his voice with his next command as the other sailors stepped into the alleyway with us. “Stand down.”

I shook my head. “No. Y’all square up.”

“Yoooo, Shadow!”

We all looked up, fight briefly paused, and rage filled me as I saw Trevor looking down at us from the roof.

“You miserable and worthless list of terms and conditions!” I hissed, drawing an amused snort from Neil. “Get your ass down here so I can at least fuck up your face ‘fore I’m torn to bits!”

He laughed. “What, after I was gonna offer you an escape?”

“Oh yeah?” I gestured angrily at the sailors. “Little late!”

“Not really! Got a little magic trick!”

“Now ain’t the time for games!”

“Not a game! Watch!” He threw a small sphere into the alley. “Abracadabra!”

It bounced off the opposite wall and landed at my feet, making the men jump back.

“Grenade!”

Shit!

[butler-trouble]

The Notebook - Austin Butler

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A/N: I know it’s been a while but I’m back! This is an idea that I’ve been thinking about for months so please enjoy! I know it’s very short but I have more ideas coming. I am so thankful for all of you and the love you guys show me! Once again, requests are always open on my page!

Rating: Anyone, only tooth rotting fluff

Warning(s): Super cute and fluffy, Austin being a cutie, reenactment of the notebook’s Ferris wheel scene

Prompt: After a long day of work on set, you find yourself on the ferris wheel awaiting for Austin to finish. When he comes back, Austin has a trick up his sleeve and re-enacts The Notebook ferris wheel scene.

Word Count: 1,097 - just a short little blurb

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"Aaaand cut!” Baz exclaimed.

Tom and Austin relaxed in their seats on the ferris wheel, awaiting further instructions from Baz. They had been shooting the carnival scenes for a few days and today was the final wrap with the ferris wheel scene.

Austin leaned back against the seat and spoke with Tom for a moment, his eyes catching yours amongst the camera crew. Your lips spread into a smile as your cheeks begin to flush pink, causing a crooked smile to appear on Austin’s lips.

You had been with Austin for almost two years and you two have been almost inseparable since. When the Elvis movie first came to fruition, you managed to get a job as part of the camera crew. As a camerawoman, you got to enjoy each scene and make sure Baz’s vision comes to fruition. It also helped that you got to see your handsome boyfriend everyday and in Elvis attire nonetheless.

“I think we’ve got everything we need for the day. Let’s meet back up here at 7 am and pick back up at this scene.” Baz said in satisfaction, dismissing all for the night.

Once Tom and Austin were lowered from the ferris wheel, Austin made his way towards you in anticipation. You had started shutting down the camera equipment as he came close.

“Hey, Aus,” You said sweetly as he approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist as your arms find their way around his neck.

“Hey, darlin’,” Austin said with that southern twang he had been studying for a while now. You let out a small giggle before placing a soft kiss on his lips, a low hun from Austin vibrating against your lips.

“I’ve been waiting all day for that,” He said with a cheesy smile, causing another giggle to rise from you. “You’re making me blush,” You whine softly as your cheeks began to turn a dark shade of pink. He pressed kisses against your heated cheeks, pulling away to look into your eyes.

“I’m gonna go get changed and out of makeup, I’ll be back in a bit and we can head out,” You nodded at his words, pecking his lips once more before he disappeared to his dressing room. You spun around back towards the equipment, ensuring the equipment is ready for filming the next day.

People began to clear from the room, leaving you alone in the carnival set to wait for Austin. After looking around to ensure you’re alone, you step towards the scene and admire the work put into it. All the lights, the banners, the fake stalls, it all looked so beautiful.

As you approach the ferris wheel, Austin walked back towards the set in his casual clothing. In your admiration, you didn’t hear him walking towards you as you sat down onto the ferris wheel seat closest to the ground.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Austin asked, inching closer towards you. Your eyes snap towards his direction as you finally recognize his presence. “Hm?” You hummed as you cross your legs out of habit.

A grin slowly appeared from the corners of Austin’s plump lips, an idea forming in his mind. Instead of answering, he stepped towards the controls and pushed the button to start the ferris wheel.

In surprise, your eyes widen for a moment but you began to smile as you began to elevate into the air. Austin began running towards the ferris wheel, gripping his large hands onto the metal bars as he dangled from them. You let out a soft gasp before realizing what he was doing.

Austin pulled himself up into the seat, looking over at you with a wide grin. “I’m Austin, Austin Butler. It’s really nice to meet you,” He stuck his hand out, imitating Noah from The Notebook. You couldn’t help the grin that plastered onto your face, given that The Notebook is your favorite romance movie ever.

“I would really like to take you out,” He continued as the ferris wheel stopped close to the top, something they had programmed for the set. Following the scene, you don’t respond and just look into his eyes.

Before you know it, Austin jumps from his seat and grabs onto the pole above your head. He gripped the pole tightly as his legs dangle in the air, facing you. “Y/N will you go out with me?” He asked once more.

“What? No!” You respond as Allie would, the grin never escaping your lips. “Why not?” He asked, his grip remaining tight on the pole as he held himself up. His crystal blue eyes were focused on you in the seat.

“Because I don’t want to,” You respond in Allie’s stubborn tone, pretending to be shocked by his actions.

“Well, you leave me no other choice then,” He trailed off, his eyes flickering from you to the ground and back to you. In a moment, Austin drops one of his arms resulting in a small scream from you. He dangled from one arm, trying to fight the grin from appearing on his face as he looked into your eyes again.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time…” He trailed off, “Will you, or will you not, go out with me?” He started. “Goddamn my hand’s slippin’,” He stated, perfectly aligned to Noah as he pretends to slip.

You act in shock, flustered from such an act. “Okay, okay fine I’ll go out with you,” You reconcile, pretending like you don’t want to.

“Aw now don’t do me any favors,” He teases.

“No, no, I want to! Yes!” You exclaim back to him.

“Say it.” Austin instructed, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes. “I want to go out with you.” You say unenthusiastically.

“Say it again,” He said teasingly, continuing to dangle from the pole. “I want to go out with you!” You exclaim. A grin breaks out onto his face as he puts both palms back onto the pole, “Alright, alright, I’ll go out with you.” He finished, staring into your eyes for a moment. You let out a soft laugh as swung off the pole and into the seat beside you.

“I love you,” You whispered to him, his arm rested behind you as he leaned towards your face. The heat from his skin radiated onto yours, causing you to pull closer to him. “and I love you,” Austin responded happily before closing the gap, pressing his lips softly against yours. As if on cue, the ferris wheel began to rotate again but you never wanted the ferris wheel to reach the bottom.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Ewan Mitchell Masterlist

Tom Bennett

Rocking The Boat  (4k words) *NSFW Warning*

A Perfect Storm (2.2k words) *NSFW Warning*

Under Covers (Special Agent AU) (10.8k words) *NSFW Warning*

Osferth

Second Circle Of Hell (2.9k words) *NSFW Warning*

Because Of You (2.3k words)

Safe (5.3k words) *Possible Trigger Warning*

Sound (6.2k words) *NSFW Warning*

Ettore

Mutually Assured Destruction (5.1k words) *NSFW Warning**Trigger Warning*

Crooked Young (3.2k words) *NSFW Warning**Trigger Warning*

Mouthwashing (5.9k words) *NSFW Warning**Trigger Warning*

Aemond missing? Don't worry, he's on my HOTD Masterlist

[frolicksome]

They're here to annoy the shit out of Lyle.

[racfoam]

hey rac ! Can I have one more snippet of muggle Harriet and Tom (aged like in his 70's) I just love these scenario!! 💖💖💖

Hello, anon! I'm happy to hear you love these scenarios!

I have so many Old Man Muggle Voldy fics it’s getting out of hand. You can pick, I have Priest Old Man Voldy, Evil Cowboy Old Man Voldy (Western AU), Cult Leader Old Man Voldy, King Old Man Voldy (Medieval AU)... Of course he's a serial killer in all of them, who do you think I am? He's also sometimes rich/well-off in the Modern Setting Muggle AUs... I call him Harry's sugar granddaddy 😊

I think I'll just do the usual... Here you go, anon! This is the one where Old Man Serial Killer Voldy kidnaps Harry — they’re already married in this scene.

Warnings: Explicit Language and Sexual Dialogue, Unconsensual Touching

Harry carefully slipped down the staircase, mindful not to be heard. The blinds were slipped open, letting the rays of the sun into the wood. Landing barefoot on the carpet of the ground floor, Harry smelled pleasant aromas of bacon, eggs and tea. She heard the sound of the sizzling of the oil and the pan. She heard Voldemort humming Can't Take My Eyes Off You. Shivering, bringing her nightcloak closer to her nightdress to cover up from the chill summoned by his voice, Harry sneaked past the doorframe leading to the kitchen and down the hallway. There was another doorway down the hall that entered the kitchen as well. As long as Harry could sneak past that and to the backdoors at the end of the hallway, she could make a break for it. Holding her breath, shaking with nerves, Harry set down the hallway. The smell of the bacon, eggs and tea strengthened. Harry was in front of the back doors now. How she made it with her racing heart, she did not know. The light in the kitchen illuminated her body, but she ignored it, reaching for the golden, circular knob. “Good morning, Harry.” Harry jumped, snatching her hand back to her side. Voldemort was standing by the stove, wiping his large palms with a napkin. He looked immaculate, dressed in a light blue silk shirt and dark trousers, his grey hair tidy, his brown eyes enchanting. Tall, he stood in front of the stove, facing Harry, who knew her expression fit that of a startled doe. Voldemort put the napkin aside, leaning away from the counter, and moved toward Harry. Harry couldn’t move. She only croaked out an awkward, “Hi.” “Harry,” said Voldemort softly, “the nightdress is for the bedroom, not to walk around in the house.” “I’m sorry,” said Harry quickly, feeling panic surge inside her stomach. “I’ll go change —” Voldemort snatched Harry’s wrist, pulling her to him, until her breasts pressed to his chest. Voldemort untied the sash of the white satin cloak, and slipped it off of Harry’s shoulders. The white fabric fluttered to the ground, exposing Harry in the white nightie. Voldemort hummed an approving sound. His long fingers came up to touch the thin white straps on Harry’s shoulders.  As Voldemort gazed down on her, Harry realised his pupils had swallowed his irises. “Stay.” he whispered.

He leaned down, bending low to tuck his head into her neck, his nose brushing against her skin. He pressed his lips there, kissing her throat. Then another kiss, this one lower.

Another warm kiss, in the crook of her neck. The next on her left shoulder. His thumbs dragged along the flimsy strips on her shoulders, and pulled them down. Harry’s eyes stung. “Will you get on your knees again for me?” purred Voldemort, dragging his fingers along Harry’s thighs. Under the morning light, his eyes looked like crimson fire.  He pressed the bulge of his cock against her. Harry whined. “Or will you spread your legs for me and let me bury my cock in your tight, lovely cunt?” he whispered against Harry's ear.

[slitherinfest]

multiplicity by pwplicity (duplicity)

E | Harry Potter/Tom Riddle/Harry Potter | 3,304 words | WIP

Tags: AU - Time Travel, Professor Harry Potter, Teacher-Student Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, Extremely Underage, Mildly Dubious Consent, Obsession, Manipulative Tom Riddle, Bottom Tom Riddle, Grooming

Summary:

At the age of twelve, Tom is well on his way to having all of Hogwarts wrapped around his clever, crooked finger. Others are beneath him, unworthy of his regard—but for Professor Evans, Tom is willing to make an exception. When transfer student Harry Potter arrives mid-November, Tom is inclined to dismiss the older boy as another arrogant Pureblood who will treat him with disdain. Only, Harry isn’t like the others. Not at all.

[bi-snape]

This is a family tree of an au I've had living rent free in head for years.

Basically in the au there's no war, Tom doesn't go mad or kill anyone especially Myrtle, instead he just up and travels after graduation. Abraxas, his ex, ends up marrying some women and some time later Lucius is born. His wife mysteriously disappears when Lucius is 5 years old. *Abraxas killed her when she started becoming cruel to Lucius* Once Lucius goes to hogwarts, in his 6th year, he meets and befriends Severus. He invites Severus to attend the orchestra, during the weekend, and Severus agrees and that's how his fascination with violins begins. He invites Severus to his home during winter break and he introduces him as his new brother to his father, Abraxas quickly becomes attached to the boy.

As the years go by Abraxas learns, from Lucius, about the abuse Severus endures at home by his own father. He also learns that Severus mother had died when he was 5 years old, both Abraxas and Lucius suspect it was by Tobias but Severus neither confirms or denies it. Abraxas tries to adopt Severus but for whatever reason, mainly cause the child system and the ministry suck, he doesn't get custody of him. During Severus's fifth year, he invites Klaus Mulciber, Wes Don Avery, and Evan Rosier over to Malfoy Manor for winter break. Abraxas wounds up getting attached to an emotionally unstable Klaus and decides he's gonna adopt him too.

Once 5th year ends and during the summer Severus arrives home and finds his father dead due to alcohol poisoning. Severus contacts authorities and then Lucius, who tells Abraxas. With Tobias dead, Abraxas is able to adopt Severus, he then works on getting custody of Klaus. He has an easier time getting custody of Klaus becaus Klaus's parents owe the Malfoy's a dept and he's ready to collect. *He didn't know about it until the goblin handling his vault brought it up* He decides to blood adopt both Severus and Klaus before the summer ends, only Severus agrees. It takes until 7th year that Klaus asks Abraxas to blood adopt him during Christmas, it's the first time any of them *except for Lucius* sees Abraxas cry.

Severus's appearance changes drastically, his nose is less crooked more smaller, he practically looks like a doll, his hair has a bit of white strands and people think he's dyed strands of his hair white. *He still has his mother's blood in him* Klaus's appearance doesn't change all that much but his eye color turns lighter and his jawline sharpens. Somehow his hair stays Black. During their 6th year, Barty starts becoming a regular at Malfoy Manor. He spends his time in Lucius's presence due to the fact he's fallen in love with him when he first saw him at the age of 9. Barty hadn't a clue who he was and hoped to see him again and low and behold he's reunited with his true love all because he's somehow befriended Lucius's adopted brother.

Abraxas is protective of his children, especially Severus and Klaus due to their dark past. So he becomes cold towards Barty, Evan, and Wes who all seem to become infatuated with one of his children. Barty Loves Lucius, Evan loves Severus, and Wes loves Klaus. Now Abraxas spends his time testing Barty, Evan, and Wes to see if their good enough for his boys. Each test is passed with flying colors by all three boys, even tho they haven't the slightest clue they're being tested. Tho one christmas Abraxas tries to poison Barty, the reason for it he no longers remembers, and now it's become a tradition. Abraxas stopped one year and Barty got salty about it, this just becomes the new reason Abraxas poisons him because he can't believe his son has fallen for a moron. *Like he could complain*

At the start of Sev's and Klaus's 7th year does Tom come back. Abraxas is still upset him and Tom is doing his best to make up for his mistakes. Now Lucius, Severus, and have become clingy children upon Tom's return. Lucius does what he can to screw Tom over by feeding him lies, Klaus is back to expressing no emotion and glaring at, plus sometimes attacking as well, Tom, and Severus is practically glued to Abraxas side and refuses to let Tom near them at all. Abraxas finds the entire thing hilarious, the only time he intervines his children actions is when they try to kill him cause deep down he still loves Tom. Slowly with the help of Barty, Evan, and Wes *they miss spending time with their boyfriends* does Tom slowly gets on the good gracious and approval of Lucius, Severus, and Klaus.

The endgame is that Tom and Abraxas get back together, Evan gets with Severus after years of pining, Klaus after years of being in denial due to his parents ends up with Wes, once Barty graduates the first thing he does is ask out Lucius. Barty faints with happiness when he says yes. Years go by and they get married and have children. Tom and Abraxas don't have children, they're content with the children they got now. Wes and Klaus also don't have children, due to Klaus once being emotionally unstable he fears he won't love his children right, just like he fears he isn't loving Wes right but it's alright he's been going to therapy since his 6th year in hogwarts, so maybe one day they'll have kids. Severus has also been attending therapy after 5th year during the summer.

Lucius and Barty have one girl named Anastasia Thomas Malfoy, who is sorted in Hufflepuff.

Severus and Evan have 2 girls and 2 boys. They first have a girl named Sevana Mari Prince. A year later they have twin boys Aron Prince & Kalem Abraxas Prince. The unique about them is that they were born with different eye colors, Aron has blue eyes like Evan and Kalem has black eyes like Severus. Two years after the boys are born they have another girl named Eileen Prince. Myrtle is sorted into Ravenclaw, Aron is sorted into gryffindor, Kalem is sorted into slytherin, and Eileen is sorted into hufflepuff.

Also Lucius ends up becoming a politician, Barty is a stay at home husband, Severus becomes a lawyer and of course a potions master *he makes potions in his free time*, Evan becomes an auror, Klaus becomes a bartender and sometimes works as a bouncer, and Wes becomes a healer.

[sunshine-on-marz]

This is a silly little fic inspired by this idea on Twitter from the lovley @/simpingboisinc, they have AMAZING sbi related ideas/ aus and you’re legally obligated to go check them out after this, cuz they are so cool and talented and was kind enough to let me write this! I hope I do their amazing idea justice

Saving the world one lesson at a time

An AU in which Technoblade is a hero and English teacher and Tommy and y/n are his sidekicks and students

You were leaving class hand in hand with your best friend Tommy, practically skipping down the halls. You’d just left professor techno’s class, aka your favorite class of the day. “Tommy, how excited are you for practice tonight?” Tonight you and Tom are going to work, or going to help the Blade. The Blade, a well known super hero, and you two where his side kicks! While saving the city wasn’t technically a practice, you obviously couldn’t say ‘how excited are you to go fight crime?!’ so practice will have to suffice. “Just as excited as always!” The blonde responded.

Techno found it hilarious that the two of you didn’t put together that your pink haired monotone teacher was also your pink haired monotone mentor. “Hey you two” the hero said as you and Tommy stumbled out of base while attempting to correct all of the mistakes you’d both made in your haste to get on your uniforms. “Hi!” The two of you shouted in unison. Techno sighed and walked over to Tommy, removing one of his curls from his latex mask. “You’re a mess kid” he groaned as Tommy fell on his face while trying to fix his boot. Tommy laughed and hopped back up, “I know! But I’m the sexiest mess this world has ever seen!” He said “I’m right here!” You gasped, faking insult. “Kids, your both a 5 at best, now c’mon” the taller man joked and the both of you ran towards the bases gate.

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“Blade!” You yelled as one of the many criminals you’d been fighting pinned you against a wall. The eldest immediately was next to the crook and pushed him off of you. “Y/n are you alright!?” Tommy shouted to you while still fighting the hoard, “yep!” You responded before joining him in the fight. Techno did most of the heavy lifting, but he was beyond proud of the both of you. Your trio walked back to the base where you grabbed your things, you and Tommy changing back into normal cloths and letting your mentor clean your wounds. “Thank you Blade” you said as he finished wrapping your arm up from where it had been slammed against the sharp brick wall. “Anytime kid, now” he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants “you both have homework, go home”. You and Tommy starred at him. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHEN WE HAVE HOMEWORK?!” Tommy yelled “YEA” you backed up the boy. “I just do. Now shoo” you and Tommy walked out while making faces that looked like you’d just bit a lemon at the man who you’d both deemed physic.

The next day you and Tommy rushed into Mr.Techno’s class, and excitedly told him about how cool the Blade had looked the night before, claiming that you’d watched him on the news. The professor just smiled and listened, you two were the best part of his day.

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Lol techno may or may not be based on Ash and y/n and Tommy may or may not be based on me and Lilly

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[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 19

summary: day one living at the compound!

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: something I need - onerepublic

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: LONGEST CHAPTER YET, woooo! loving this new setting. let me know what you think xo

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The morning light streamed through the large window, casting a soft, golden glow across the spacious bedroom. Gianna slowly stirred beneath the plush bedding, her mind enjoying a few blissful moments of groggy confusion before the weight of recent events settled back into her psyche. She blinked, the reality of her surroundings settling in.

She was here, in this famed place of superheroes and high-tech wonders, all because of an attempt on her life at her own concert. She was at the peak of her career and now it had come to a screeching halt. Strangely, that was the part that she minded the least. While she loved her career, she’d always wondered how much of that love had come from her making the best of a situation she knew she couldn’t get out of anyways. Now, with Tony Stark having freed her from the confines of her contract and made the executive decision to cancel the tour, Gianna couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and disbelief. It had been a whirlwind journey from her world of music and fame into this realm of the Avengers.

But amidst the chaos and change, one person had remained a constant — James Buchanan Barnes. His unwavering dedication to her safety had touched her deeply, and she couldn't deny the growing feelings she harbored for him. Was it just gratitude, or was it something more? Was it their shared proximity over the past few months that made her daydream about things that made her blush?

I’d like to see anyone spend three straight months with a tall-dark-and-handsome man who shows up at their door daily with coffee, carries them to bed, quite literally saves their LIFE and try not fall for him. Good luck. 

Gianna pulled the covers over her faced and groaned.

 Does he feel the same way? He put me right next to his bedroom. Surely that means something. Maybe it just means he feels bad for me, I don’t know anyone else here. Maybe this was more of a protection thing. Ugh, he probably feels bad for me and that’s why he stuck me here. Don’t read into this.

As she lay in bed, Gianna couldn't help but replay their moments together—the way he looked late at night with his mussed up hair and the moonlight illuminating his crooked smile. The smiles they shared when a coffee run had been longer than planned and they’d have to sneak into soundcheck underneath Tom’s nose. The times she’d caught him glancing at her when he thought she wasn't looking, his blue eyes running over her body and igniting a fire inside her.

With a sigh, Gianna pushed the covers aside and swung her legs over the side of the bed. It was time to face the day. No good would come from laying in bed and chasing circles around her own mind.

Coffee. She needed coffee, something familiar and comforting in this new reality. Standing to her feet, Gianna trudged to the bathroom and turned on the shower. 

After she’d woken up at the hands of the cold water, she ran a brush through her hair, still looking decent from the heavily hair-sprayed curls done for yesterday’s press conference. Pulling a sweatshirt over her head, Gianna slid her feet into her loosely tied sneakers and opened her bedroom door. 

A folded note fluttered to the ground as she stepped out. Opening it, she recognized Bucky’s scrawled handwriting. 

running at the lake - be back soon (in case you still aren’t checking your phone)

Shit. She’d seen her phone charging at the desk in her bedroom and walked right past it. The longer she went without checking, the more she’d have to wade through when she finally did. Which only served to deter her more. The peace was welcome, but she forgot that people may actually be trying to get ahold of her during her cell-phone sabbatical. Of course Bucky had picked up on that.

She tossed the folded note onto her bed and closed the door behind her, doing her best to retrace yesterday’s steps to the coffee station. The cool morning air greeted her as she walked out of the Avenger’s living quarters and towards the main building. A few SHIELD agents jogged by her, sneaking a glance out the side of their eyes as if they didn’t believe what they were seeing. 

I guess a professional singer isn’t exactly who they’d expect to see here. I’m sure they’ve seen the news, they can put two and two together. 

In the distance, she heard birds calling through the trees. A light morning fog clung to the air around the treeline. Gianna’s eyes scanned for any sight of Bucky, but she came up empty before reaching the main building. Pulling open the door, the familiar sight of the foyer greeted her. Unlike last night, it was alive with activity. People walking through in pairs, comparing data on tablets, men and women in tactical gear walking purposefully towards their destination. It reminded her of New York, in a way. Everyone on a singular mission, going about their day, stopping first to get their morning cup of joe. As she strode up to the tablet where Bucky had started the process the night before, she realized she had no idea what she was doing. 

Staring blankly, Gianna hoped no one was waiting on her. A quick glance over her shoulder showed she was in the clear. As she lifted her hand to begin poking around, a large hand came over her shoulder and beat her to it. 

“Hazelnut latte, right?” Steve’s familiar voice spoke. 

“Lucky guess.” Gianna grinned, relieved to see a friendly face. 

“Good memory.” Steve winked as he punched a few buttons on the screen, sending the mechanical arm whirring back to life. “Bucky and I snagged a cup last week in New York before we were so graciously invited to a concert. He ordered for you.” 

“Ah, I see, still impressive. Tom, uh, my manager…he used to handle the coffee runs before Bucky came along and he got my order right maybe twice.” 

“Well I’m just glad to see Bucky being used to his full potential.” Steve teased, eyes kind. He handed her the steaming latte just deposited on the counter. Nodding in thanks, she popped a lid on the cup and stood back, not sure where her next destination would be. 

Steve seemed to sense her hesitation. “I can show you my favorite spot, if you want. It’s peaceful in the morning.”

“Yes please,” She nodded eagerly. “I promise not to hijack it, maybe we can trade off days?”

“I’m not too worried about overlap…I usually have my coffee around 4am.” 

Clutching her chest, Gianna feigned shock. “What is it with you super soldiers and early mornings?!” 

Steve laughed. “I think it’s more of an old man thing, to be honest with you.” 

They strode out to the lake, the sun casting a beautiful glow across the clearing. Steve led them to a dock stretching out over the water. They sat down at the end of it, legs dangling off the end. The dock was low, so Steve had slipped off his shoes and cuffed his pants to avoid them getting wet. The very tips of Gianna’s sneakers only barely grazed the water when she pointed her toes, so she left them on.

They sat in silence for a moment, observing the quiet morning as Gianna sipped her coffee. The calm waters mirrored the clear blue sky, creating a serene and idyllic setting. The steaming hazelnut latte in her hands felt nice, the warmth of the cup a comforting contrast to the cool morning air.

Steve turned his gaze towards Gianna, his blue eyes filled with genuine concern. "How are you holding up, Gianna? It's been quite a whirlwind since we met last week."

Gianna took a slow sip, in disbelief it had only been a week since they attended her show. "Honestly, Steve, it's been overwhelming, but...everyone here has been so welcoming. I’m not exactly a stranger to chaos, but I could definitely do without the life-threatening part. But,  something tells me no one’s going to come for me if Bucky’s around.” She smiled, eyes scanning the lake for any sight of him again.

Steve nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he noticed her gaze. "Bucky is the most loyal person I’ve ever met. He's not going anywhere, trust me."

Gianna set her cup aside and turned to Steve. "Can I ask you something, Steve?"

Steve met her gaze with curiosity. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

She hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. They were best friends and she was keenly aware that whatever she said may end up right back in Bucky’s ear. "What was he like before I knew him? I mean, I can tell there's so much more to him than meets the eye. He's... different from anyone I’ve ever met. I just…I just want to know more. Know him more."

Steve leaned back, his gaze fixed on the serene horizon. "Bucky... he's been through a lot. He used to be one of the most charming, charismatic people I knew. Quite the ladies main, too.” He raised his eyebrow at her before turning a more serious tone. “He was always the one with a smile and a joke. Owned every room he walked in. We were inseparable."

Gianna paused, thinking back to everything Bucky told her in her hotel room on that rainy day. "What changed?"

Steve's expression turned somber. "The war happened, and you know…he was captured and experimented on by Hydra. They turned him into something he never wanted to be—a weapon. A predator."

Gianna's heart ached at the pain she could hear in Steve's voice. "And since then?"

Steve sighed, his gaze drifting back to the lake. "Since then, he's struggled to find his place in this world. He's carried a heavy burden, and it's made him guarded. Before the pardon, he didn’t always have the warmest welcome back into society. Even though he’s been completely cleared of any charges, it really shook him. He struggles with a lot of guilt, feels like there was something he could have done. I know he’s afraid to hurt anyone, anyone who doesn’t deserve it. He hasn't dated since... well, since before the accident on that train."

Gianna's eyes widened with surprise. "That long?"

Steve nodded solemnly. "We've all tried to set him up with women over the years, but nothing ever seemed to stick. He never even mentioned anyone to us. Until now, that is."

Gianna absorbed his words, cheeks flushed, understanding the weight of what he was saying. She turned her gaze towards the lake, the reflection of the morning sun dancing on the water's surface. "I see." 

Steve glanced at her, a hint of a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "Gianna, you've managed to do something bigger than you realize. You've brought him out of his shell, made him…lighter. It’s been nice to see him like this.”

Gianna felt a warmth spread through her at Steve's words. "He’s done the same for me.”

“Before I met him…I didn’t really have anyone. No family left, I have my team…they’re as close as you can be to people you work with, I suppose. But Bucky…he filled this thing in my life that I didn’t even know was empty. As silly as it sounds, he’s honestly my closest friend.” 

"He’d deny it, but he had the same emptiness. He may be big, strong, Bucky Barnes, but he’s still a person. We all need someone." Steve leaned back on his palms. 

“He has you, though. You’ve been friends longer than most people have been alive.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah…but I don’t think he’d be thrilled about bringing me coffee every morning. Maybe I’m just not his type.” He winked at her.  

Gianna leaned back too, a small smile playing on her lips. "Here I was, hoping he liked blondes. What a shame.”

As their chuckles died out, they sat in the remaining stillness of the morning. The compound was beginning to liven up as the run rose higher in the sky. A distant shouting could be heard, orders being barked to a group of trainees. 

“I think that’s my queue.” Steve stood to his feet, picking up his boots. “It’s nice to have you here, Gianna.”

“It’s nice to be here. Thanks for this.” 

She sat for a while longer, relishing in the feeling of having nowhere to be. When her empty cup kept tipping over with the breeze, she decided to call it and head back to her room. 

She got halfway up the trail when a familiar voice called out to her for the second time that morning. This time, it was Bucky. 

“Good morning sunshine.” He jogged up next to her, his dark hair pulled back in a loose knot. His gray crewneck sweatshirt was only slightly damp with sweat despite the fact he’d likely been running for hours. 

“Good morning to you.” She grinned. “I looked for you around the lake but didn’t see you. Must have been moving too fast.” 

He chuckled. “Let me guess. Steve showed you the dock.” 

“He did. Plus a few of your high school photos.” 

Bucky raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m just kidding -- I know they didn’t have cameras back then.” 

“Ouch.” He put a hand over his heart.

“Oh, hush. How was your run?” 

“It was good, long. This is my favorite place to run. I love the city, but it’s just so quiet here. No angry New Yorkers in the way.” 

Gianna laughed. “Yeah, it’s peaceful here. More quiet than I’ve felt for…I don’t even know. It’s nice.” 

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Ohmygosh, yeah. If this whole superhero thing doesn’t work out, and you know, the record label thing, Tony could totally open his own hotel chain. 11/10 on the bed. I’ll definitely be leaving a good Yelp review.” 

“What’s Yelp?” Bucky looked down at her, puzzled. 

“It’s like, remember how I showed you Google Reviews?” He nodded. “It’s like that, but for the whole website. People sometimes use it in a joke, like with things you obviously wouldn’t review. For example, Bucky Barnes…five stars. Fantastic bad guy hunter. Good under pressure. Great hair.” 

“Ah, I see.” He grinned. “Gianna Cruz…four stars. Good singer, great company…a little high-maintenance.” 

“Bucky!” She punched his arm, instinctively, immediately thankful she was on his right side and didn’t just slam her fist into solid vibranium. 

“Sorry, sorry. You’re not high-maintenance.” He put his arm around her shoulders as they walked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Just…a little bit of a diva.” 

“Okay, now it’s personal.” She ducked out from under his arm and tossed her empty cup back at him. He caught it without looking. 

“I’m sorry, I am. I didn’t mean it.” He caught up with her, still laughing. “Where are you going, anyways?”

“Away from your attitude, old man.” 

“Okay…well, if you want to change course I’m headed to a sparring session. You could watch, if you wanted. I know you’re probably booked solid.” 

She rolled her eyes. “I think I can make time for that.” 

“Great.” He grinned, turning their course to the direction of the training building. 

Gianna POV

Holy shit. 

I’d been sitting on a bench against the wall of the main training room for over an hour. One by one, the SHIELD recruits would step onto the mat for their turn at hand-to-hand combat with Bucky. After the first dozen failed to last 10 seconds, Steve began to send them in three at a time. When that didn’t help, he sent them in groups of five. None of them made it to the 30 second mark before landing on their back on the mat. 

Between each group, Steve would pause and the two super soldiers would break down what mistakes the group made in getting disarmed, sometimes demonstrating various maneuvers they could use in the future. The group of agents was dripping in sweat, looking defeated, but nodding as they learned from the best. 

I knew he was a badass…but damn. Seeing Bucky, who’d removed his sweatshirt to reveal a white t-shirt underneath, effortlessly take down five grown men at one…who knew this was such a turn on. He moved swiftly, his face never appearing strained or tired. He almost looked bored. 

I shivered, my mind drifting to Madripoor. If Bucky could do this without even trying, without any real reason, what was he capable of when he was trying? When he was acting in vengeance, anger? What look did he have on his face when he was going after everyone who tried to hurt me? I shuddered, but not out of fear. I don’t think I could ever be afraid of Bucky. He’s the most composed, consistent, capable man I’ve ever met. He always seems to know what to do, always be in control. 

He made me feel safe. Amongst other things. 

It was hard not to let the other things take center stage in my mind as I watched. He lifted the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe his brow and his thick, muscular torso was revealed. I felt my cheeks flush, ripping my eyes away. When I looked somewhere, anywhere else, I saw several of the female agents indulging in the same view. 

What the hell do they think they’re looking at? 

A sudden heat burned in my chest. Am I seriously getting jealous right now? Because other women are checking out my -- my what? My friend? My bodyguard? The man I kissed the last time I was drunk and never brought it up again? 

I sighed. I have no right to be jealous if I can’t even find time to talk about that kiss. Plus, they’re just looking. Can I blame them? I’m the one sitting on the sidelines, like a goddamn high schooler watching her boyfriend at football practice. 

I guess this is how Bucky must have felt sitting through all those rehearsals. I hadn’t thought about the role reversal. He’d put in dozens and dozens of hours watching me do the exact same thing every day, and now I finally got to see him in his element. If this was how the next few weeks of my life were going to look, you weren’t going to hear me complain about it. 

When the training session wrapped, Bucky strode over to me, taking a long sip of water. 

“So. What’d you think?” 

“I think there’s a few more moves you’re due to teach me.” I reached up and brushed a strand of his hair back out of his face, keenly aware of the eyes on us. 

“Oh, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, taking another sip of water. 

“I mean, I learned the knife flip pretty fast. Who says I can’t learn that last move you did?” 

“If you need to flip a grown man over on his ass, I think I can just take care of that for you.” 

“What if you aren’t there?” I persisted, half joking. 

He looked down at me, suddenly stern. “I’ll be there.” 

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I stepped back into my bedroom as the sun fell below the horizon. For not doing a whole lot, I was tired. After watching Bucky train, we’d walked back to our bedrooms where he broke off to shower. I finally bit the bullet and caught up on the mess that was my phone, which was mentally draining. 

A few of the other team members had flown in from the city, so our building was livelier than the night before. Our floor had Sam, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, and me. Below us was Wanda, Peter, Vision, Bruce, and two empty rooms where Thor and Clint sometimes stayed. Tony had his own separate wing. When Natasha and Wanda had landed, they very sweetly came to check on me. We’d spent the afternoon on the balcony, somewhere between smalltalk and gossip. 

I learned about Clint’s family, which was a secret from the world. I learned that Peter had a crush on Wanda, who thought it was sweet but he was too young for her. I learned that Natasha and Steve kissed once before as a distraction on a mission and once during a game of spin-the-bottle at Tony’s. Those damn game nights. 

They, Wanda specifically, asked me for details on all her favorite celebrities. She was wide-eyed and intrigued, so I gladly dished out all the industry gossip I had. If anyone could keep a secret, surely it was two Avengers. 

When the sun began to set, Sam had called us in for dinner. They’d grilled burgers. For the evening, it felt so blissfully ordinary. Besides the billion dollar, highly secure facility we were in, it felt like a suburban backyard cookout. Music playing in the background, beers clinking, enough laughter that my ribs hurt by the end of it. Sam’s impression of Tony had everyone in shambles, even Bucky. It was a good day. 

When we finished cleaning up, I excused myself to go to bed. Not that I had to be up early or anything, but when the fatigue started to set in these days, so did the headaches. Best to play it safe and go lie down. 

I stood in my steamy bathroom, tousling my wet hair with a towel. My phone pinged in the other room. Flipping off the light, I flopped down on my bed and reached for it. 

Bucky Barnes: “Gianna Cruz. Five Stars. Stunning. Sweet. Great kisser.”

My stomach flipped and butterflies tore through me. I read his words on the screen over and over, my thumbs dancing over the keyboard as I tried to decide what to say. 

Gianna Cruz: “Your feedback is greatly appreciated. We’d love to see you become a regular.” 

Bucky Barnes: “Here’s hoping. Sweet dreams.” 

As I sat my phone down on the nightstand, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind.

[meatriarchived2]

CC / NOSY : SAWYER - FLORES - McKINNEY KIDS.

( * - the kids present in the two dire au's vary between the cc / nosy domestication routes but generally : thomas, lil luda & daisy mae appear in both while bambi, theo & rosie are nosy specific c: thomas / tomas also appears in wilted/shine routes ! this doesn't include maria, johnny and lee's adopted kids - they will be in a separate post once their personalities / backgrounds are better developed ! )

THOMAS "TOM" EARL / named tomás in wilted/shine au routes.

tom is the eldest boy between maria and johnny in cc / nosy / in other routes of other aus. he is more on the serious side like his father, can be stern when needed. but is gentle when it comes to his younger siblings. responsible, constantly helping out with chores around the property, always helping papa and dad with cars or heavy lifting or hard labour. always helping mama wrangle the younger kids, keeps an eye out for them when they run around outside. he's a near carbon copy of johnny save for the few features from maria that shine through - down to the need to be constantly doing or working on something, working with his hands. hes a visual learner more than he is book smart, and can easily pick up what hes shown within the first couple attempts. likes to shadow both johnny and lee on alot of what they do, was always intrigued and like the lil :whoa: disc cat emote up at them when they'd take the time to show him or talk about what they were doing when he was younger.

tom's namesakes stem from two prominent family members in johnny's life - cousin thomas, and grandpa earl sawyer.

tom looks fairly identical to johnny when he was younger, save for faint dimples on his cheeks that he gets from maria. otherwise, his features are sharper like his papa's than mama's soft, round ones. he has johnny's dark brown eyes, if just a tad lighter. more narrowed eye shape as well, compared to marias round doe-eyes.

LUDA GRACE / also called lil' luda.

lil luda is the eldest daughter between johnny and maria, and very much takes after her namesakes as well. she is primarily named after our mom luda, however her middle name if grace is also a gentle nod to nancy too ( as well as, technically, ana - as ana means "favored grace" ).

lil luda, however, is very much a spitting image in personality to both johnny and her grandmothers, especially in terms of her more tough love and her bite being as bad as her bark. in johnny's own words, my daughters a bitch. she will scold her younger siblings, and even tom, if they make messes, or get into something they shouldnt, or run off and get lost, if they misbehave. shes equally as responsible as tom, being the older kids, but shes definitely less lenient on things than even tom can be. lil luda is also not one to back down from an argument or fight, no matter who it is. if she believes shes right on something, she will argue people into the ground - and if they get in her face about it, she will punch them in the face. zero questions. zero hesitation. and if anyone disrespects her, her parents, or mistreats any of her siblings? its on sight. its swing first, ask questions thirteen hits later.

lil luda, also, looks more like johnny but with marias light brunette hair and hazel eyes. they, however, are surrounded by johnnys sharper features too, his low brows that make her glares harsh like his. she does have a dimple, too, though rather than like marias deep-set cheeks ones, lil ludas' is closer and lower to one corner of her mouth - only visible when she gives a crooked smile like her papa. she otherwise has faint freckles dotting across her shoulders and face and arms, like maria does.

ROWAN "BAMBI".

bambi is the oldest boy between maria and leland but the third oldest of the trios' children. hes the sweetest, happiest, brightest lil guy out there, also the embodiment of the :whoa: emote but at like, a baseline constant state. named both in part after the deer, of course, but also named for his absolute wide, round, bambi-doe-eyes x2 that he inherited from both maria and lee. hes got marias hair color and nose, with her softer face shape but lee's lips and grins.

bambi is a cheerful happy lil guy with deep-set cheek dimples and almost always donning a grin across his face. hes energetic, bouncy excitable. if leland is true golden retriever energy then bambi is golden retriever puppy energy tenfold. hes got the soft rounder features of maria but definitely can see he takes after lee quite a bit. he can, however, be mischievous and a bit of a troublemaker at times - which, he learns to weaponize those bambi eyes of his just like maria and lee to get his way. he heavily takes on that southern drawl from johnny however, and is the cutest and most hilarious thing to overhear when he picks up on some of johnnys bad language and starts cussing in the most babiest, heaviest accent around.

being third oldest, however, bambi also inherited lee's fierce, bottomless drive to protect and look after those he loves and cares about. he would do anything for his older and his younger siblings, happily helps out when needed, happily plays with the younger kids. but hes not above doing as needed to make sure they stay safe. and would go to the ends of the earth to do so if needed.

THEODORE "THEO / TEDDY".

theo, or teddy, is the fourth kid of the bunch but is second eldest son between maria and leland. much more timid and shy and quiet compared to the older three, theo tends to blend more into the background - he will hide behind any of his parents' legs when guests are over, or peek around doorframes and corners or past stair railings rather than often engage with people hes not too familiar with. like lil luda, theo's dimples are lower than the corners of his mouth but appear on both sides rather than just the one. he looks closer to maria, with her eyes and freckles and round features. but shares lelands brows and lashes and hair and nose.

theo likes to spend time with cousin thomas quite a bit, because theyre both quiet and calm and its an easing time sitting watching thomas work on things.

he often gets dragged around by bambi into his shenanigans and mischief, and pouts whenever they get scolded by lil luda or tom or their parents for going too far on them. hes a very sweet and loving boy though, very quick to unprompted give little gifts to his siblings or to mama, or to papa and dad. loves to pick wildflowers to give to his mama. like tom, too, he likes to sit and watch people work - and so, he'll often peer over the side of cars that johnny or lee are working on to see what they're doing, and is all eyes and ears when they pick him up and set him down so he can look under the hood with them and they can point things out to him. not always as quick to understand as tom is, but given some time and he can manage to recite step-by-step what he'd need to do in order to change out or fix something, etc.

like how bambi shares more of his dads' retriever, bubbly qualities, i like to think that theo shares more of lee's quiet, observant, somewhat insecure or unsure tendencies. just overall, theo is more gentle and timid and quiet compared to his brother. theo also gives some of the best bear hugs ever - hence part of why his nickname is teddy. gives some of the best, most comforting hugs - just like his dad.

ROSEMARY "ROSIE" CLOVER.

rosie is the youngest between leland and maria and fifth out of the trio's children together. she's closer to maria in appearance, with her soft features, with freckles on her face and shoulders. but with lee's nose and hair color, and more of his brows and his eyes as well. her namesake stems primarily from two of lee and marias favorite flowers, roses and marigolds alongside of course, rosemary itself. her middle name is also a gentle nod to lee's clover cosmetic.

rosie, however, can be a fierce little spitfire at times, taking after tom and lil luda with how sharp her tongue can get. she can be warm and sweet like her mama and dad, but definitely can see the influences from papa shine through when she gets upset or insulted or threatened. shes very vocal and protective over her siblings, even though shes second-youngest of their kids together. she will happily stand up for any of them if she felt she needed to, and though hes older, will defend theo's gentle nature if anyone teases him about it.

she likes to help mama out around the house and in the gardens, with a natural green thumb and a knack for easily picking up on different flowers or fruits or vegetables they grow. she also enjoys visiting with our mom luda and grandma nancy, and enjoys helping them bake and cook. shes often seen wandering around with theo and little daisy mae waddling beside her.

DAISY MAE.

the babiest of the dire throuples' kids. daisy mae is the last baby between any of them, but is specifically maria and johnny's last kid together. she is a literal carbon copy of maria, almost entirely taking after her. from deep cheek dimples to freckles to soft rounded features to big doe-eyes and long pretty lashes. she, however, has big dark brown eyes like her papa's.

daisy mae is the shyest and most timid of the all the kids. she is incredibly sheepish around new faces especially, and often will want to be picked up and held so she can hug around johnny or lee or maria's necks and hide her face against them. shes a complete daddy's girl though, and loves to be carried around and will whine or cry if they put her down. could argue she's got some separation anxiety - or, she just really loves to be held and cuddled. either way? when she isn't being shy or scared or hiding, she's easy to get going into a fit of giggle - and she's got her mama's big, beaming smile that resembles sunlight.

she's also prone to wandering off and getting lost around the property, partly due to her quiet nature and her being so teenie-tiny - she's only about 2-3 around the time ch2 rolls around. its not uncommon to have to send out little search parties for her because of how surprisingly easy it is for her to get lost.

( * - this also does not include the potential twins that may be added dep. on route. )

[kibber-cat]

Ocean - Oceanfang. Just her name combined with her sharp tongue. A slim ginger she-cat with green eyes and a long, fluffy tail. Sister to Coalheart (Noel)

Noel - Coalheart. Chosen from the part of his song, ‘a hooker with a heart of black charcoal’. Grey tom with a black heart marking on his chest and brother to Oceanfang

Mischa - Passionstorm! Fluffy tabby tom with green eyes. He was initially a Tribe cat, but after his mother (Pine tree outside cave or Pine) ate poison berries and died, he ran away as an apprentice and joined CycloneClan. He chose the name Passionpaw for himself, for reasons unbeknowest to everyone else. At a late stage of apprenticeship, he falls in love with a Tribe she-cat, Flower that sways in the wind, Flower (Talia). She had come to the Clan after getting lost during a storm, and it was the duty of Passionpaw, Coalpaw (Noel) and their mentors to return her home. Passionpaw was planning to go with her…but sadly, the trip ended in the death of not only Flower, but his mentor. He and Coalpaw treck home, and sorta fall in love on the way ;)

Ricky - Glowingsky/Star! YEAH THATS RIGHT! RICKY’S THE LEADER! A scrappy tabby tom with a condition in his back legs that made them grow sort of crooked. Despite this, he’s one of the most valuable warriors in CycloneClan, and is the son of the current leaders! He is mute but talks to his clanmates via tail, ear, and whisker flicks

Penny - Lambflight - a mostly white she-cat with a tabby splotch on her back. Honestly Lambflight is 10/10 the most goofball ever. She’s a ‘Chosen’ by StarClan, and a long dead Ancient she-cat, Whispering Deer (Jane) speaks through her mouth. You can tell when WD is talking because most of Lambflight’s dialogue is just. Stupid shit. WD speaks prophecies

Constance - Sugarcloud. She was once a kittypet named Sugar who joined the clan after wishing for more adventure in life. However, she’s pretty clumsy and thought the whole clan had forgotten about her, until a StarClan warrior called “The Amazing Star-Watcher” (Karnak) spoke to her, taking her to train with ancient medicine cats! She’s become CycloneClan’s greatest medicine cat since then!

THE CYCLONECLAN AU :D

I HAD TOO-

These are kinda bad lol i hope i can draw them better in the future maybe BUT OMG THIS IS SO GOODOODODODO