#go live in a cave somewhere to be alone with your thoughts and realise how stupid you sound

[bisexual-panic]

By their reasoning they should also be shipping Sylvie/Mobius, right? Loki and Sylvie are the same person, he fell in love with himself etc. So Mobius should easily fall in love with Sylvie too, yes? She is his favorite after all.

Oh, and don't worry if you're looking for that queer representation (because we all know two queer individuals in a m/f presenting relationship isn't true representation, amirite?), Sylvie is genderfluid too, and she can be the dude you need her to be. /sarcasm (real tired of that bi-erasing bs)

thanks so much for the ask, finally someone says it

looking at antis logic and then explaining how its complete bs (and often contradicts what they’ve stated anyway) will always be a favourite pastime of mine

if by their reasoning Loki and Sylvie are then same person then Mobius should be in love with all the variants in the void even the alligator because you said all variants share dna so the are the same person and since Loki does so much “obvious flirting and affection”then Sylvie should as well (and not ,rightly fully so, yell at him for thinking the should get pie while the timelines are dying)

the bi erasure annoys me so bloody much. antis will claim sylki is erasure because it’s a “straight” relationship (they were walking around a walking bi flag for 40 mins! did we even watch the same show) but then the only way Loki can show bisexual representation is by dating a man, that is bi erasure itself

they also constantly bring up Loki’s sexuality but never Sylvie’s, strange isn’t it? it’s almost like they don’t want queer representation only for two straight men to kiss

[ajokeformur-ray]

Imagine being overwhelmed and just wanting to... hide from the world.

So when you get off work, you go to Arthur's apartment and let yourself in; he gave you a key months ago, after you told him that his home made you feel safer than your own did.

You lay on the bed. Arthur's scent surrounds you but it's not quite right; light is streaming in through the window and it's distracting you from your own thoughts. Sometimes you just have to wallow for a bit before you can pick yourself up. You lay on the sofa; same thing. Light creeps into the room through the window and that isn't what you want right now. You try sitting on the kitchen floor - same thing again.

Arthur's apartment is just flooded with light but you don't want that. You want it to be night time, so that it's dark and cosy and warm.

Like a cave. Or... the embrace of your beloved when you bury your face into his clothes.

Finally, the sofa seems good, but you don't sit on it, no. You sit behind it. And then you lay down, flush to the floor, and grab the blanket which is hanging down over the back of the sofa where Arthur had flung it haphazardly this morning, and you drape it over your face and upper body; legs kicking it down over you.

You want the floor to open up and eat you, you want to disappear for a little while. You're so tired. Slowly and then all at once, you slip into your threshold consciousness, quite forgetting about everything except the fact that, for the first time all day, you feel safe and at peace, and second, that Arthur will be home soon.

You're trying to imitiate the feeling that only Arthur can give you as best as you can, by laying up against the back of the sofa, which served him as a bed for most of his life, using a blanket which is saturated in Arthur's scent like a shield, in his home. Your thoughts of him keep you company, though it's a mere echo of the real thing.

But it'll do. For now.

You know not how much time passes but soon, there is the familiar sound of metal scraping against metal as Arthur lets himself in, the door shutting and then the drag of a chain against the deadbolt. Keys are tossed into the bowl on the sideboard, a pharmaceutical bag full of medications is thrown haphazardly ino the kitchen. You hear it hit the wall near the toaster before it settles with a loud rattle next to the microwave. You know these precise details because Arthur's home routine is almost as old as he is; for so long has he been the man of the house that it's almost as if it's all he's ever known.

Perhaps it is.

You hear Arthur pad around the apartment, but you can tell by the way he hesitates slightly before entering and leaving each room that he knows you're in here somewhere. Your work bag and shoes are on the floor. And he can feel that the air in the apartment is different to how it is when he is home alone. Arthur knows you, he knows you, and he knows you're here.

He just doesn't know you're curled up behind the sofa, wanting to disappear from the world for just a little while so you can breathe and recentre before you resume your life.

You hear him pause by the coffee table in the living room and you can almost see him tap a long finger to his thin lips as he considers where you could go. Indeed, you hear a "hmm" and the mental image combined with the sound reminds you of how Carnival pretends to be confused by the way his wand flops around unless it's held a certain way... It makes you smile for the first time that day.

It dies as quickly as it's born when you realise it's already evening. The fact you've been feeling like this for the majority of the day just makes you even more tired, somehow.

Finally, it all becomes too much for Arthur. "Y-Y/N? Are you in here?"

Through your threshold consciousness do you find the strength to raise a hand from your makeshift cocoon. Your arm is barely visible over the back of the sofa but Arthur sees your fingers and he almost bumps into the coffee table as he rushes over; peering down at you.

He gasps quietly, and then slowly, he comes and kneels down by your head. His fingers hover in the space between you, hesitant is he to touch you. But now you're leaning forward, and he hums in weary understanding. Arthur's ability to get it, no matter what it is, is one of your favourite things about him.

"How long have you been hiding?"

You shrug. "End of shift."

Arthur glances at the clock above the television; your shift ended almost two hours ago. Minus commute time... You've been here longer than either of you would like, but Arthur doesn't tell you that. He simply shifts so that he's sitting with you, and somehow your head ends up in his lap and his fingers end up rubbing across your scalp, and something deep within you clicks back into place.

Your body brought you to Arthur's home, apartment 8J, but now in Arthur's warm embrace, are you finally home.

Tomorrow is for tomorrow. For now... Rest.

[hsfan94]

New Girl

Chapter 1

Y/n never expected to find herself in this position. After moving to London for Uni when she was 18, she knew she never wanted to leave, but London's quite expensive. So when her boyfriend suggested they move in together after they graduated it seemed like a no brainer. What she didn't see coming was to come home early form her trip to Majorca with the girls to find him shagging the 18 year old from the coffee shop downstairs. They had been together for over five years. She thought they were going to get married. So, she had to move out, but she still couldn't live alone. In fact, she needed somewhere even cheaper than the loft above the coffee shop her boyfriend owned as she was a teacher. She moved in with her friend Perrie for a bit but Perrie already had two roommates and her flat was getting quite crowded. One day while she was at work she started searching online for a solution and that's how she ended up here, in front of three guys around her age.

"When I responded to the ad, I thought you were women," she laughed nervously. She had just told them why she needed a place to live.

"Why, why would you say that?" The guy with the Irish accent asked (she hadn't caught their names).

"Niall wrote the ad," the one with the deep voice stated with a smirk on his face, a dimple popping out slightly.

"I guess the diction you used, 'castle like exterior' and 'elegant decor' and the fact that the complex is called Princess Park. But my mistake honestly." She stood up from the couch and started to walk around. "This place is honestly really gorgeous. So much nicer than Braden's place, it's hard to say his name." She cleared her throat, trying not to cry.

"It's okay," Niall said, "Harry knows, he got dumped."

"I didn't get dumped," the one with the deep voice challenged, but Niall just quirked an eyebrow and he caved, "yeah I got dumped."

"I want to live here," she said. She was standing in the open kitchen now and exploring the different objects on the counter.

"Hold on, we still have questions," Harry spoke again, "I mean you just walked through the door."

"Fair, that's fair." She looked between them. "Well, as you can tell, I'm American. I moved to London for school when I was eighteen and I graduated from Richmond University with a degree in teaching. I stayed here afterwards cause I just loved the city too much to leave. I teach year 3 and those kids are my life. I'm pretty sad about the breakup still so I'll be watching a lot of rom-coms, Love Actually is my favourite. I just can't live with my friend anymore, she and her roommates are models and their friends that are models come over a lot and I'm rambling now sorry."

She looked up to see them all thinking it over.

"Any questions for us?" Harry said.

"Not really," she shrugged. Y/n knew she probably should ponder about these men but there was something in her gut telling her she could trust them. Then she realised something, "What's your name?" She looked at the shorter one with blue eyes as she spoke to him. He had yet to say anything and she felt it was only fair to know all their names before completely throwing caution to the wind.

"Louis," he said.

"He's a boy of few words, Tommo, but he's a hoot once you get him to open up," Niall said.

"Just give us a minute will you?"

The three of them walked down the hall.

She could hear them from the other side of the bathroom door.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Ni,” Harry said.

“Yeah mate I don’t want to live with a girl.” Louis spoke the most he had this whole time.

“Did you guys not hear her? Her friends are hot. Like professionally hot. Do you know what this means?”

“I just don’t know. I mean living with women has its perks,” Harry spoke again, “but it can have its downside too. I just don’t know if we’re ready for that.”

“You know what, executive decision she’s in,” Niall said with finality. Y/n wouldn’t have pegged him as the ring leader but he sure was acting like it.

She straightened up as the door opened and pretended she hadn’t been listening.

“You’re in,” Harry said.

“Thank you guys! You won’t regret it I swear.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That night, Y/n made good on her promise and watched Love Actually. As Harry made his way to the kitchen and he passed by her strung out on the couch with a box of tissues and quoting all the lines, he let a small smile stretch across his face. She was just the cutest thing he'd seen and he knew he was in trouble.

Upon finding Louis and Niall in the kitchen he had an idea.

"I think we need to form an agreement of sorts," he said as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Yeah? On what?" Louis looked up from his phone.

"We need to agree that none of us will make a move on her. Not only because she's vulnerable because of the breakup, but also because that could get messy and we really need a roommate." He hoped it wasn't obvious he was suggesting it to protect himself.

"Okay. Sounds like a good idea to me," Niall chimed in, moving the pots on the stove around. "Let's come up with some rules, write 'em down and sign it, like a proper contract."

And so the no shag oath was formed.

On his way back to his room he noticed she had started the movie over and it really was his favourite so he asked to join.

"Sure! The more the merrier." She didn't take her eyes off the movie so he thought she was done but then she spoke again. "You know, I want us to be friends. Like life can get lonely when you're an adult so I think the beauty of having roommates is that you always have someone to talk to."

That was it. She didn't look at him once, almost as if she was unaware of how deep and honest her words were. They watched the rest of the film in peace and went their separate ways to bed and as Harry fell asleep that night he couldn't help but let her side profile flitter through his mind.

AN: I'm obsessed with New Girl and have wanted to put my own spin on it for ages. This will be my first series! Hope you guys are as excited as me.

[snekjoy]

I see your water = healing and fire = chaos and raise you the exact opposite.

Yeah, water can clean stuff and whatever but it can also drown you, and with enough of it it can do so with no chance of you ever escaping. It can slowly rise and envelop you and steal breath from your lungs and there is no solution. With fire you can roll and smother the flames, or you can use something to kill them. Something like water, which has no cure. Water can crash into you with the force of a building and it can flatten anything in its path, and if it feels otherwise it can simply go around it. It is so fluid and so malleable that it doesn't care what's in its way, whether it be a wall that's just too short or a building that's in the wrong place or you. It can take you and you will never be found again. It can swallow your bones and your body and they will rest somewhere, alone. It can turn red with your blood and it can be just out of reach and it can be toxic and it can be alight with electricity and it can be terrifying. Preconceived notions of a basin in a church, tamed water held still because it has nowhere to go are useless. That is not what water means. That is a tiny percentage. The water you drink that cools your throat is nothing compared to the freezing water that slams into you and gives no mercy. The water that keeps you alive, making up most of your body, is nothing. Wait until a wall faces you, a wall you cannot climb and you cannot run from, because it is chasing. It is chasing you, and you cannot hide from it, for it takes the shape of whatever it is kept in, be it a room, a street, your lungs. Every corner is filled. Nowhere is safe.

And yes, fire can burn things quick or whatever, but it can also be kept in a campfire and sat around while conversations are held under the stars. It can warm you to the bone, return the colour to your cheeks and chase the cold away. It can be a candle, lighting a path in the dark, it can burn away bacteria and it can be safety. A rising line of smoke is seen in the distance, and you know a cabin is nearby. Somewhere to stay where outside can't hurt. Warm light reaches the corners of a cave and someone sings a song, a rhyme they learned when they were small, and someone else joins in and mumbles the words because they can't quite remember all of them, and the fire crackles like it's laughing fondly when one of them cracks a joke, and without it this conversation would feel empty, wouldn't it? It's like a third person. Someone to fill the empty spaces, when nobody knows what to say, so they just look into the light and let it talk, let it whisper "we can stay here for a while." Embers rise into the sky and you remember that when you were small, you thought that was how stars were made, and you look up. You know now that they're balls of light and fire millions of billions of light years away, and realise maybe you weren't too far off. The stars themselves are fire, guiding as sailors try to live through the treacherous seas. They know which one means home, which ball of fire is the one to look to, to hope to. Those stars aren't actually there; some of them are dead, and all we see is the light, still travelling though its home is gone. It's come so far to see you, and one day it may burn out and the light will be gone, but we saw it, didn't we? That light from that fire in the sky that shone so beautifully in the dark. We saw it.

[tenthgrove]

a yandere request for the ice cream duo and ghiaccio with a darling that hides from them. Like the yanderes can not find them at all

Shyness

Ghiaccio and Sorbet/Gelato x Reader, Yandere, SFW

Ghiaccio

He doesn't notice at first. A distant and uncertain yandere, Ghiaccio is in your presence for perhaps a couple hours of the day at very most, and that's largely just to bring you things or take you out the room for the sake of your sanity. Most of the time, you don't even need to hide from him.

However, it came to pass that the longer you spent with him, the more you found yourself dreading his brief visits. It's not that he ever did anything to you, he was just a reminder of everything that had happened; the trauma of your abduction. And so, when Ghiaccio announced he was allowing you out of your room more often in reward for your behaviour, all you could feel was dread.

And so, you began to spend your newfound freedom scouting out places to hide in Ghiaccio's house. He lives in a high-rise apartment, so jumping from the windows isn't an option, and most of the other flats are empty so you can't shout for help. It would definitely seem hiding is your only option for if you get scared.

Ghiaccio stores his stuff very neatly so it's not easy to find places without displacing everything, but if you get creative enough, you'll find somewhere. It feels nice, lying down in the space under the sofa, the heat of your body slowly warming up your surroundings. It's the safest you've felt in weeks.

But then, Ghiaccio realises you're missing. Incredibly paranoid of losing you, he panics at once and immediately presumes you've managed to slip away. The sound of him running through the house screaming your name is terrifying, and chances are, your involuntary whimpers probably give you away.

Finding you under the sofa, eyes red from crying, is incredibly sobering for Ghiaccio. He immediately feels like the biggest idiot and would kick himself if he could. His apology is rapid, pulling you into his lap for a frantic explanation or how sorry he is. He explains he was never angry, just scared.

You're more than welcome to hide again if you ever feel like it, just so long as you answer when called. In return, he won't disturb you unless necessary. Honestly, he just wants you to do whatever you feel safe in his house as long as he still knows you're there.

Sorbet and Gelato

Though still quite cautious yanderes, Sorbet and Gelato are much more assured in their ability to keep you in their arms. Even if you were to get away, they have so many skills and connections they really could follow you to the ends of the earth, so loosing you isn't really much of a panic. If anything, the thought of you briefly escaping even excites them. Gives them something to do.

They don't really let you out much, keeping you in the basement for the vast majority of your time in the early weeks. However, beg enough with those big eyes and Gelato might just cave and let you out for a bit while Sorbet isn't around. Or, you might slip out. The door isn't locked on account of you being chained to the wall and if you're crafty enough with some bobby pins, you might just get the chains off.

Maybe your initial plan was to escape, but for understandable reasons, you don't go through with it. Deciding instead that a few hours without Gelato's incessant pestering, alone in the dark to dissociate, would be the next best thing.

Gelato realises you're missing and immediately calls in Sorbet to consider what might have happened. After doing the rounds of the doors and windows, they're convinced you haven't left the house so must still be inside. Perhaps this is part of some greater scheme of yours, or perhaps you genuinely just got a bit panicked and hid.

They start checking in all the obvious places, calling out as they walk around the house. No doubt you hear them and the fear grows in you quite a bit. Once the obvious choices have all been exhausted, Sorbet becomes increasingly concerned about the possibility you might be trying to ambush them with a weapon, so Gelato agrees to use his stand.

A few moments later, from your hiding place, you feel a string tighten around your wrist and realise the game is up. Gelato's stand Windrag, a little doll made of string, opens the door and crawls into your lap, reunifying itself with the unwound part of its body it used to locate you. You loom up and see your captors staring down at you.

Before you can stammer out your pleas not to hurt you, Sorbet has you lifted into his arms, facing Gelato. The smaller man coos about how much fun they had running around after you, and how they'd love to do it again sometime. They bring you back down to the basement, tuck you into your bed, and leave you be with a kiss to your cheek from each. It would seem they aren't the least bit bothered.

[wizardlyghost]

- as i step aboard the HYDRAULIC PLATFORM which will bear my wide-eyed form to the surface, the GAME offers me one last chance from beyond the FOURTH WALL. "please, GHOST," it begs, "please reconsider your S.P.E.C.I.A.L. stats! to face this world with STRENGTH and CHARISMA and ENDURANCE scores as low as yours is an act of madness!"

- i barely even read the NOTIFICATION BOX. "to do otherwise would be an act of cowardice," i say. "the world can only kill me once."

- "that's not actually how videogames work-"

- "shut up."

- "ok."

- so anyway i exited the VAULT and, shockingly, the world had not survived NUCLEAR ARMAGEDDON. i tottered on down the hill, past the TANGLED SKELETONS of people who had died in the BLAST 200 years ago, many of whom i presumably knew personally. i assume the VAULT TECH SALESMAN was among them, but i was unable to distinguish his bones from those of everyone else refused entry to the VAULT. diogenes laughed.

- when i got down to SANCTUARY i found MISTER CODSWORTH the ROBOT BUTLER watering some extremely dead flowers. he tried to put a BRAVE FACE on but pretty much immediately had a FULL BREAKDOWN about being left alone with no purpose to fulfil for two centuries. TODD HOWARD you give me a button combo to give this robot a hug right fucking now.

- notably, he claims that he hasn't seen Anyone in all this time. this possibly means that the ASSHOLES who kidnapped BABY(?) SHAWN didn't come through this way?

- as another side note, this is the first full dialogue sequence of the game that isn't tied to character creation, and i had forgotten that the camera goes third person when my character is talking. those GLASSES i picked up from the OVERSEER's shrivelled corpse? i am now legally barred from ever removing them from CAT's face. it's a Look.

- i elected to explore the VILLAGE alone, remembering enough from last time to know that if i took MISTER CODSWORTH along he would charge directly into battle and i would probably end up accidentally shooting him several times. i used this time to familiarise myself with the WORKBENCH aspect of the game, which i hadn't really used previously. recycling all of the RUINED DEBRIS in the VILLAGE was a weirdly theraputic way to come to terms with the TRAGIC DEATH of HOWARD-TODD.

- i also got my first taste of HACKING in this game. i fucking love these kinds of logic puzzle so much fam. i've got a little physical notebook that i work the answers out on and everything. so far this is my absolute favourite part of the game.

- at some point i realised that i had racked up enough XP to level up. i took my first PERK in MEDIC because cleaning up the VILLAGE reminded me of the rp value of acting like the npcs of this world are real people, and building my character to be able to help them rather than just power levelling as fast as my ammo supplies would allow. in character i guess i just felt like the act of cleaning up the ruins of the world that from my perspective i had only been living in this morning drove it home that if i wasn't going to try to fix things then what in the goddamn else was i gonna do?

- with that deep thought i headed on up the hill to the RED ROCKET TRUCK STOP, which in my mind will forever be called PIZZA PLANET because there will always be a toy story kid buried somewhere in my exhausted soul. on the way there i met the TRUE HERO of FALLOUT 4: DOG THE DOG! he is a GOOD BOY and immediately saved me from a bunch of NAKED MOLE RATS. i pet him on the head and tried to give him a CAN OF DOG FOOD that i had found back in the village. possibly this isn't intended to be a consumable item, as he just solemnly carried it around in his inventory. i guess, like most dogs, he doesn't know how can openers work.

- i explored around the PIZZA PLANET TRUCK STOP and found an underground cave with a bunch of cool shit inside, along with a bunch of NUCLEAR WASTE BARRELS that had been extremely responsibly disposed of by tucking them away dirECTLY UNDERNEATH THE NUCLEAR POWERED FUEL STATION WHAT!?!?!?

- there must be a constant earthquake going on around the ruins of osha hq as everyone who has ever inspected a worksite turns in their grave at once. this shit made ME turn in my grave, and i'm not even THERE yet. as someone who just spent two centuries nonconsensually frozen to death in a world where people get radiation poisoning from their cola this is maybe the worst health and safety violation i have yet seen. at least when VAULT-TECH disregarded human life it was intentional.

- new LAWYERLY OBJECTIVE unlocked: personally resurrect the OCCUPATIONAL HEALTH AND SAFETY ADMINISTRATION.

- anyway after NOPE-ing my way right the fuck back out of that cave i continued following the road towards CONCORD. it was here, in a house on the outskirts, that i made my most important discovery to date - a red bandanna, perfectly suited to be worn by my new best friend, DOG THE DOG. as i tied it around his neck, i heard in the distance the sound of gunfire, and decided that this was the perfect time to call it a night before i got sucked too deep into the action.

[futurewriter2000]

Back Home

A/N: The fact that I spent 15 minutes looking for a gif and still didn't find the one that would be perfect, I gave up and just put a photo on. I love this fic however, one of my favorites and I hope you will too.

REQUEST:hiiiii! i hope you’re having a wonderful day, filled with sunshine & rainbows !! 💫✨ may i please request sirius x daughter! reader imagine where the reader is staying with sirius for the first time since he went to azkaban and when she goes to bed he tries to tuck her in but struggles because the last time he’d have done it, he probably would’ve read her a story but she’s presumably grown out of that by now and so he’s not really sure what to do ? 🥺🍄

XX

All those easy days finally led to now- today. He had prepared thousands of different speeches, conversations, scenes inside his head but when it came to those last moments of seeing you for the first time since he had been taken away from you, nothing could make his heart beat faster than the simple thought of that. His hands were clamming up, his fingers were snapping due to all the anxiety, his knuckles cracking, his golden family ring twisting on his middle finger...

Nothing could have prepared him for today. Not thousands of different speeches or comforting words of his best friend, who had been taking care of you for the last few years. Maybe that was a bit comforting; for Remus to keep his promise to him, even though he thought he was a murderer, he still took you in. Remus with his good wolf-like heart, despite all the things he believed.

He told Sirius you wouldn't care how he was dressed but Sirius had changed about seven times already. Tie or no tie? Bow or no bow? A jacket or a blazer? Jeans or pants? Hair combed or natural? Shaved or not shaved?

It all led him to here; him pacing up and down the living room, twisting his family ring on his finger as another mistake has caught his eye. "This probably should be put away?" he continued to look at the black family vase. "KREACHER!" he shouted and the small elf appeared from thin air.

"Yes, Master-"

"Put this vase away. Hide it, throw it- I don't care. Just get it out of my sight." he spoke nervously and the elf obeyed, cursing under his breath.

He heard the door open and a loud laughter echo through the hall. Your laughter- it wasn't as small and high as he remembered it to be but it was still yours- that he definitely knew.

"Oh this place hasn't changed at all, Moony." you said as you had looked around the hall, a nostalgic rush of memories running through your head. "Grandpa told me he always hated this portrait of him. Said his nose was too large."

Sirius chuckled. That was true. He always did hate the portrait of him in the hall but never said anything because of his wife.

"Never said anything because of my wretched grandmother." you repeated his thoughts.

"Your grandmother was more than just wretched, Paddy." Remus smiled and grabbed your luggage. "I'll take these upstairs. I think you remember where your room was."

"Up, left, three doors down." you finger gunned him and made your way through the hall.

When you entered the living room, you were alone. Nothing but the same old black leather sofa, the magnificent fireplace you used to warm up with your grandfather when you visited- though where is grandpa. You swore his jar was right on the fireplace. A dark ugly vase.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked around if somebody has placed it somewhere else. When you did, your eyes met his.

Your breath got caught in your throat and you felt yourself standing completely still. Something cut you in half, maybe the way he had watched you but when you came out of your shock, you realised it was still the same warm, fuzzy, homely feeling that washed over you.

"Wow." he smiled, looking at you from head to toe. Your hair was long and he was quite surprised because when you were a child, you always hated long hair. Too much brushing- you used to say. Your eyes were welcoming, bright and similar. He used to tell you that they reminded him a bit of his younger brother, Regulus. He used to have that same welcoming and bright look in his eyes when he was a little boy. It wasn't much in the shape or the colour but in they way they saw the world, which scared him and inspired him at the same way.

You were not a little girl anymore. You had grown. You had gotten curves and a womanly-like shape. Of course, jeans and a leather jacket. Reminds him of himself when he was your age. Your face was full of youth and you looked taken care for.

"You're definitely not a little girl anymore." he said as he tried to catch his breath.

"Yeah." you smiled, sitting down and looking a bit around. "Twenty. Even I'm starting hard to believe it." you smiled and patted the seat next to you.

"Twenty." he sighed under his breath. He felt his heart sink and his shoulders slump. He had missed everything. From your childhood, to your first day at Hogwarts, your first date, graduation,...

"You haven't changed much." you said and he looked at you, laughing a bit.

"You think so?"

"Yeah." you shook your head. "Your hair is still long, your eyes a bit tired."

He kept quiet. Yes, he was tired. He was exhausted from hiding all the time, from living in that prison, filled with revenge for that rat. "He calls you Paddy still." Sirius smiled, referring to the nickname Remus had given you. "He used to do that from the moment you were born. Little Padfoot, he called you."

"Oh, he had told me all about the day I was born. You fainting in the middle."

"I just had to lay down for a while, okay. He's over-exaggerating." he started to defend himself.

"Bet." you laughed and he joined you.

"He told me you're training to become an Auror."

"Yeah. Guess, I take after my old man." you smiled brightly at him, melting his heart into a puddle of love and pride. When you saw him melt in front of your eyes, you put your hand on his knee and gave him a comforting look. "I always believed you were innocent. I just could never prove it."

"Oh, darling." he couldn't help himself, pulling you into a hug and letting tears fall down his cheeks at the words you had said. "I don't think you know how much I needed to hear that."

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The whole experience of being here felt nostalgic. You knew you had been here before, stepped on those same stairs, dug your toes in that same rug, put your watch on that same night stand,... even the sheets felt as light and silky as it did when you were only a child. You didn't mind spending your time here. Your grandmother was strict, more than you heard but your grandfather was soft, nothing like you had heard from Remus or your dad or Regulus... not that you remember your uncle much. You had some faint memories of him but he simply disappeared one day and neither of your grandparents wanted to mention his name ever again. A forbidden name but it was his room, you occupied and whenever you laid here, more connected you felt to him and your roots when your father was away.

You spent weekends here or week days here. Remus was always in search of jobs and some months he couldn't provide for the both of you so you had spent some years here. Your grandfather melted at your sight, he simply adored you and he reminded you so much of your own father. Your grandmother always told you that you had made him go soft but grandchildren tend to do that. You knew she was softer to you as well, more than she was with your father and your uncle. Your grandfather said that she wanted to do right by you, not drive you away like she did with her sons. He knew because he did just the same.

There was a knock on the door that took you far away from the old memories. "Come in." you said gently and a curly-head lad popped his head in.

He gave you the usual smile- just the one that had been filled till your 6th year of life.

"I came in here to wish you good night." he said as he entered the room, keeping something behind his back. "Oh wow." he looked around the room, feeling a little chill run down his spine as the memories of his brother ran through his mind. "It's just as I remember it. You didn't change it much."

"No. I didn't feel the need."

"I wonder where is he." Sirius said in a low whisper, barely audible to you. You decided to let go of this topic.

"I wanted to ask you something."

He turned back to you and sat down at the edge of your bed. "Shoot."

"What happened to grandpa?" you asked, causing Sirius' eyes to furrow. "His ashes? Did you spread them anywhere?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The urn. It used to sit up on the fireplace. It was a large black one. I know this place he used to take me just before he passed away. Only me and him knew about it. He never told grandmother about this place and he made me promise that it will be out little secret. It's a cave somewhere in Ireland. Cliffs of Moher, I believe."

"Wait..." he stopped you a bit. "That big ugly black vase was filled with his ashes?"

"Yes?" you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh..." he felt his cheeks flush and you could see his eyes bulk out.

"Have you done something to the urn?"

"No, no. Of course not. I just put it in a much safer place." he lied and you could see right through it. He definitely did something to the urn but you let it pass, since the object in his hand pulled more of your attention.

"Alright. What's that in your hand?" you pointed and he quickly looked down.

"Oh, this." he pulled it out and it was a big thick book- a book you had a clear memory of. "It's silly, you probably don't remember it anymore."

You let out a laugh. "You're joking, right?" you sat up gently took the book away from him. "The Tales of Beedle the Bard!" you let out another excited laugh. "How could I not remember this? You used to read it to me every night. I could not fall asleep without it."

Sirius felt his poor heart explode in his chest. God, you still had that little girl inside of you. The one he tucked in every night but always resister with your tiny little legs because it was always too hot.

"I thought you'd have outgrown it.." he said quietly.

"If my friends ask me, yes but between you and me-" you leaned forward and whispered. "This is a little secret."

He let out another laugh. "Would you like me to read it to you again?"

You smiled widely. "I'd love for you to read it but dad-" you said and is eyes snapped to you, wide in surprise as it was the first time you had called him that in so many year. "- wouldn't you rather... get the Urn back first before Kreacher throws it away?"

"Probably a good idea but I'll be back." he stood up and ran out of the room, causing you to laugh at the sight but when he did come back with his father in his arms, he already saw you asleep in your bed.

He gently put his father on the desk and made his way to you. The book was open in the middle, one of yours and his favorite tales. He scooped the book up and placed it beside the vase. Then he remembered just how much his father hated these fairytale based books, so he pushed it far away from him.

"Even when your dust, I can't trust you." he said, narrowing his eyes at the vase before going back to you and observing you for a moment.

If he really thought about it, he didn't really lose you. Maybe time did take a way some of the precious memories he wanted to share with you but you turned out beautiful. You turned out to be this amazing, forgiving and understanding angel that still loved to read fairytales and take care of people when they were already ash.

He grabbed the edge of the covers and pulled it up to your chin, tucking you neatly just as he would when you were a child. Then he could hear something happening at the foot of the bed and see your bare feet poking out. He let out a small laugh.

"Some habits stay the same." he said, pushing away the strands on your forehead and giving you a gentle kiss. He then quietly took the book and his father, smiling that he gets to spend the rest of his life, creating new memories with you.

[notmrskennedy]

Bites and Bullet Holes

(Spencer Reid x Female leaning but sorta GN! Reader)

Summary: Spencer, during college, was bitten by a dog. Working a case involving dogs brings back old memories and friends...

W/C: 3,384

Warnings: Dog bites, bullet holes, bad writing? 

A/N: Guess what I found y’all? I haven’t edited it one single bit but I hope it goes over well anyway. When I was working at the kennel I kept having anxiety over one of my kids getting into a fight so I made this. Be a little extra gentle with this one. 

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As he leaned over the victim, he made the mistake of thinking about you. Spencer thought he’d gotten over it. The whole randomly thinking about you thing—the thing that’s happened too many times before. He’d chalked it up to you being best friends 15 years ago. Told himself that it’s normal to miss your friends from college. 

But over a dead body? This was new. 

Though he supposes the dead girl could’ve looked like you in another timeline. There’s facial structure similarities—at least to you 15 years ago at 19. She’s been strangled with her dog’s leash and there’s some unspoken quality about her that just…jerks him into nostalgia over you. 

(You are probably the one that got away, but if he’s being honest, you live in DC. He could go see you right now if he wanted to.)

Morgan leans over Spencer and points at the dog leash. “It had to be someone she knew if the dog went off with our un-sub.”

Spencer nods, fidgeting with the 15 year old scars on the inside of his wrist. Whether or not Morgan noticed, he thankfully doesn’t press. Spencer is having enough trouble stamping down that knee-jerk reaction to think about you, let alone if Derek thinks to point out the magical, ‘hey weren’t you bitten by a dog?’

Spencer doesn’t remember the incidence well enough to comment. He wonders if you do. 

“We’ll have to check shelters for the dog,” Spencer remarks. “3.3 million dogs enter shelters every year in the US.” 

Morgan nods, pulls off a glove, pulls out his phone. Spencer looks around the park. Behind the police tape are plenty of people walking their dogs. The sorts of breeds that you’ve gushed about 15 years ago. His brain knew too much about dobermans, shepherds, mallinois—he could even hear that pretty little gasp you had when you’d point out a particularly well trained monster of a pet. 

Spencer wonders if you ever did anything with your finance degree, if you even ended up finishing college at all. You’d come close to dropping out over calculus—he hadn’t been around long enough to help you through the even harder stuff. This wasn’t the first time he’d wanted Garcia to look you up, but it was the first time he’d considered it. 

“Music to my ears, mama,” Morgan laughs into the phone and Spencer tunes back in. 

“I’ll get that puppy BOLO out,” Garcia chirps back. Spencer can imagine her wringing a fluffy pencils through her fingers. “We’re going to find this doggie and make sure that psycho didn’t get him too.”

Spencer smiles despite himself. Penelope would’ve liked you. 

#

JJ sets coffee down in front of his stack of files. She smiles, gracefully sits down next to him. Spencer tries his best to ignore her insistence. Tries to ignore the ever prominent eye contact screaming ‘We’re going to talk about something uncomfortable!’ 

“So, Spence,” she says, pausing for his attention with a sip of her own coffee. He looks up for half a glance before going back to the files. He doesn’t know why, but he’s sure there’s something in this stack of work the first victim had brought home with her. They all knew the un-sub, he had to be somewhere. 

“Spencer,” she says more insistently. He makes the mistake of looking up, of letting her place a hand on his. She gently turns the wrist over and pointedly glances towards the teeth marks. “Are you doing okay?”

He opens his mouth, but decides some things are better kept to himself. He thinks about saying that no, he wasn’t alright, that being plagued by thoughts of the first-love-of-his-life is haunting him more than the dog fight. 

That he can see your face in each of these victims. In their dogs. In the places they died. 

Dogs didn’t like him. They never did. The dog bite wasn’t the big deal out of the altercation. 

JJ won’t understand, so he offers her a truthful smile and says, “I’m okay. Seriously. More than 4.5 million people are bitten by dogs each year. I’m not special.”

JJ nods. Spencer goes back to his files. He forgets to hide his lovesick agony. JJ forgets not to notice. 

#

It’s 4AM and he knows he’s remembering it wrong. That the dog hadn’t been that big. That the teeth hadn’t really gotten him that bad. The bright red devil eyes and thousand yards of slobber were more than grossly incorrect. 

He sits up in bed and forces himself to remember the parts that were real. How real you had been. Before and after. 

Your car had broken down as you were leaving for work—already late—and you’d begged him for a ride. Promised calculus homework on your boss’s couch and only having to let the dogs out. No shit. No bleaching crates. No nothing. Just you, him, and some calculus homework. 

He’d caved. Now, running his hands over his eyes, he laughs at how obvious he had to have been. A skinny little 19 year old pimple of a boy majorly crushing on the first person to pick him out of a crowd and decide they’d be friends. The first friend who’d forced him to a tailgate at a football game. The only person he’d do absolutely anything for. 

And it was just like you promised. Your cute little nose wrinkle. Your horribly frustrated glares. Your over dramatic ‘I’m dropping out!’s every fifteen minutes. And it’d been great until you both heard a thunderous snap of a wooden fence and the wildest, most murderous howling he’d ever heard. 

You’d both bolted for the door, scrambling to get through the gates into the back. There’d been a moment of calm. Another beat. Another. And…you both had stumbled around the corner to find the next door neighbour’s dog, broken chain, trying to kill one of the kennel’s dogs. 

There had been no moment’s hesitation on Spencer’s part. He’d stupidly rushed forward, lodged his hand between the neighbour’s mutt and the sweetest dog he’d ever met. He’d yanked her free from the mutt’s jaws, only to find his own wrist dragging along the teeth. 

(He realised later that he’d always had a propensity to run head first into danger. No calculations needed.)

There’d been two beats for the dog to process it’s chew toy was in Spencer’s arms. To process that Spencer made a better victim. That Spencer’s throat and limbs were softer and easier to tear. Thankfully, he’d scrambled back enough that when the dog launched, it didn’t catch flesh. It chomped on air. Less than three inches from him. 

Fangs. Tightened lips. Black gums. Slobber. 

The mutt could be equated to Stephen King’s The Sun Dog. Always hesitant to process his trauma, it’s the one book—gifted by you during a Halloween birthday for him—that sits untouched on his bookshelves. There’s too much of you in the inscription in the cover. Too much of that horrible mutt in the pages. 

The next part of the night blurred in his memories. In his near perfect memory, it blurred. Trauma, right? 

You’d screamed. You were in front of him. You had the dog’s chain in your hands. He was running. The dog was heavy in his arms. His arm stung. You were screaming. He should’ve gone back. 

Five god-awful minutes later, you’d come into the house. Limping. Clutching onto your arm. You’d taken one look at Spencer running his wrist under the tap and forgotten about your own injuries. Despite the blood dripping off your arm. Or the quiet yelp every time you stretched. You’d barely taken ‘I’m fine, you’re the one bleeding’ as a reason to not bandage him up first. 

The only thing that calmed down the dream every time he had it was the memory of holding your hand while you got stitches. How your face pinched with the pain. How you’d said, ‘next time, it’s your turn to take the bullet.’ How he’d smiled and promised. 

Spencer watches the clock tick by and decides it’s too late to go back to sleep. Hotch’ll be up in an hour. No need to delay his start. Women were dying. Women you would’ve been friends with.

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“Okay, crime-fighters, I found our connection,” Garcia chirps over the speaker phone. “All of our victims attended very specialised dog training courses at a facility just outside of DC. The owner said they’d send in one of their trainers to talk to you. Should be there anytime now.”

“What kind of specialised training?” Emily asks. Spencer feels like he should be contributing, should be processing any of this, but his head is pounding. He doesn’t have a hangover, but god does it feel like it. 

Garcia hums as she types. “It’s a military facility. Awww, they’ve got puppy pictures on their website!”

“Garcia—“

“Right, right. It’s a top notch facility and oh! A bunch of the FBI dogs graduate from there. I wonder if they get little caps and gowns and—“

“Hey, baby girl, the trainer’s here. We gotta run,” Morgan interrupts, though he’s all smiles to stare at whomever is plaguing his interest. 

There’s another squeal of please get puppy pictures before the call cuts and Spencer finally has the self preservation to look. And god does he look. 

15 years has made no difference on your skin and he can’t believe he’s not staring at you from across a lecture hall. The only indication you’ve changed is the nervous smile you’ve plastered on and the dog at your side. Every fun fact about german shepherds instantly crosses his mind and he can’t help but drop his jaw a little further. 

It sinks to the floor when you spot him and wave. You wave. At him. In front of coworkers. 

He’s out of his seat before he can stop himself. That easy smile reserved for movie nights falls back into place on your lips. Twinkles in your eyes. 15 years haven’t passed. Maybe he needs to check for pimples again. 

“Y/n,” he croaks and the same time his name leaves your lips. The dog at your side stands and you correct the gesture with a harsh word in what he’s sure is German. 

“FBI, huh?” Your eyes trail over every inch of him, crossing your arms in a relaxed, familiar kind of way. “I expected more math, Mr. I Like Derivatives.”

“The shepherd there doesn’t look like finance either, y/n,” he teases back like no time has passed. Like he doesn’t immediately feel incredibly guilty for ditching you for the academy. 

“Oh come on,” you huff, “you really think that I was cut out for an office job? I lasted six months.”

And before he can warn you, even think about warning you about the team that’s slowly creeping up behind him, they are all suddenly there. Very keen on knowing the ins and outs of how you know Dr. Spencer Reid. 

“Reid, you gonna introduce us?” Morgan smirks, clapping a painful hand on Spencer’s shoulder. You busy yourself with petting the dog at your hip, looking everywhere but Morgan’s insistent gaze. 

“Guys, this is my friend y/n from college.” 

JJ raises an eyebrow at the lack of explanation, but plows ahead with introductions. Takes charge of guiding you to an interview room. Gets through the entire interview without once asking about your relationship with him. 

Morgan watches Spencer rubbing the scars and makes the leap. “You okay, kid?” 

Spencer breaks from staring at your face as you talk about getting your start in Germany—Germany—and swallows. This was fine. It’s okay to tell his friend—his brother—about the story he’s never really talked about. 

“I stupidly put myself in the middle of a dog fight,” Spencer grits out, flexing and un-flexing his fingers. Every scar burns and he can’t help but stare at your smile again. “Y/n saved my life. She choked out the dog, Morgan, before he got a hold of me. Left the hospital with 12 stitches.”

“Oh,” was his all too helpful response. They both turned back to the interview. How everything jovial about your entire countenance shifted once JJ started mentioning the victims. 

“Look, Agent Jareau,” you say, leaning dangerously far away from the conversation, “They are—they were really smart women with some dangerous dogs. I don’t know—I just—there’s a lot of sickos out there.”

Every profiler within a 20 mile radius can hear the change in tone, can hear the fear. Spencer knows a lot can change in 15 years, but he thought for sure you’d never become a serial killer. He doesn’t know if it’s all his years in the bureau or if he’s still too attached to you, but you don’t seem like the killer. Not like JJ seems to think so. Sure, you’re terrified, but the dog you have is nosing your arm. Giving you big ole puppy eyes. Spencer doesn’t think a serial killer can pour that much into a relationship with an animal. 

“What do you mean?” JJ clocks the movement and switches to a maternal type of body language, tone. “Is there something going on?”

Your hand pauses on the dog’s head, and it noses your hand into action. “I, uh, just got a weird letter two weeks ago. It wasn’t—it was just weird. Off-putting.”

“Right before the first victim,” Spencer mutters. Weird letters indicated stalking. Victims with you as a central point meant stalking. Stalking meant you were probably next. Oh, god, you were next. 

JJ stretched a hand across the table and took yours. “You’ll get through this. You’ll get through this, y/n.”

#

Spencer didn’t know what to do with his hands. It was so much worse than normal. Should he stand? But what should he do with his hands because crossing them seemed too defensive? Or should he just sit down? But where? And was that rude?

Instead, he just took the cup of tea you offered and followed you like a lost puppy. Granted, it was your house and he was definitely lost. He also felt vaguely at home—there were a decent amount of bookshelves by his standards and even more mismatched furniture than he had. The house was well cared for and when you sat him down on your couch, you swept away a stack of training manuals, all sporting worn covers. 

Was it wrong to feel like he was settling onto your old apartment couch for movie nights?

You puff out a breath of air and lean your head dramatically into the back of the couch. “So, since you’re my FBI escort, is it wrong to ask if you still like cheesy 90s movies?”

He shakes his head. Grins. “You still have Legally Blonde?”

You just giggle as you head for a stack of movies. You strike up some conversation as you rummage and he knows he’s hooked all over again. It’s going to take weeks to get over you again. It’d taken months the last time, and he feels slightly less attached this time. But did he really think it would take more than a simple question about the latest thing he’s read? He wishes he knew you better, just as well as you seem to still know him. 

Though by the end of the movie, you’ve both returned to your college days. Practically curled into each other’s side. You still have horrible commentary about the movie, peppered in with Spencer’s annoying movie trivia. If it was anyone else, he figures, he would’ve been kicked out long ago. 

You still distinctly smell of vanilla, flailing the scent around as you move closer and further and closer again. You wear enthusiasm with your whole body and if you aren’t turning rapidly between facing Spencer and the movie, how could you possibly begin to explain correctly? 

Your shoulder keeps a constant pressure against his, your knees half over his thigh. There’s too many instances of hollering and laughing that you grab onto his knee to steady yourself. If this hadn’t been a protective detail, he might’ve lost his mind. 

Thank god for focus. Work. Work. Work. Not your hands on his knee. Definitely not your smile as you declare your affection for scented resume stationary. Totally not how hot it’s getting under your too affectionate gaze. 

“Spence, I really missed this,” you whisper, nudging your shoulder with his. “I know it’s weird to be thrown together after 15 years, but I—I missed you.”

“I—“ missed you too; fell in love with you in college; think I love you now. 

But there’s no time for heartfelt declarations when someone’s incessantly banging on the door. Spencer’s got half a mind to get the door for you, holster his gun, focus on keeping you safe. The banging doesn’t soften as he calls out that he’s on his way. If anything it gets worse. 

And it should’ve been the first red flag of the night. 

Spencer opens the door and thinks very loudly, “why the fuck do I always run headfirst into danger?” 

Their un-sub, a buzzcut that looks more Army that not, shakes a pistol at Spencer and demands to be let inside. There’s only so many ways to defuse the situation, so he back ups, tucks you behind him. Their un-sub winds a little tighter, shaking like one of those monkeys with cymbals. 

“McLaggen?” you whimper behind Spencer and the Army man fires a shot into the floor. You grip tighter onto Spencer’s shirt, digging in your fingers dangerously close to his skin. 

The buzzcut is red, boiling over with rage, words bubbling out of his throat. “Y/n, I just can’t stand to see you with them. You never notice me. You’re always working, so I thought I’d get your attention. Cut the competition. I just—you mean so much to me, y/n. You mean too much.”

Spencer is sure he won’t remember this day accurately as he pushes you just a little further behind him. He’s about to do something so incredibly stupid. Dear lord, why the fuck is he like this? And he lunges. 

The gun’s trapped in both of their hands. There’s one more bullet fired—at the ground he’s sure. There’s a squeak of fear. Just enough of a distraction. One more ounce of weight thrown around. One more lasting punch. McLaggen lands on the floor. The gun skitters away. McLaggen groans as he’s handcuffed.

You gasp and he realises immediately that he’s bleeding. That he’s on the floor. That there is a bullet lodged in his thigh. Again. 

One string of swears later, you’re on the phone with 911. Yes, he’s shot. Yes, there’s another in handcuffs. No, I’m not a whore, send the damn ambulance.  

You take his hand as he lays there, much like he did in the hospital 15 years ago. Unlike then, you’ve got tears pricking at your eyes. You’re sniffling like a school girl, and he’s not sure if you’ve said that aloud. 

“Spencer!” You wipe a stray tear. Squeeze his hand too tightly. “Why the hell, you freakin’ moron, did you take a bullet for me?”

He laughs, bubbling up out of his chest before he can stop it. You are too pretty to be this upset at his laughter. You are too lovely to be worried about him. To still be worried, like nothing has changed one bit. 

Every inch of him is trembling. Blood loss and bullets are bitches.

“Y/n,” he wheezes through dry lungs and more leg pain than he remembers there being, “I promised.”

You blink your eyes. What the hell are you talking about, Spencer Reid, you absolute idiot?

“I promised I’d take the next bullet. In the hospital.” He grins, groans as he moves to drag you into a hug. “I’m a man of my word, y/n, and I promise that if I keep the leg, we’re going out. Properly.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” you grumble into his ear and squeeze his neck tighter. If the paramedics don’t bother to pull you off, who’s to say you won’t stay like that forever? Attached to the loveable, danger prone idiot, who traded dog bites for bullet holes?

[tiredb0igivemesugars]

The struggles that come with being a Stark

Summary: Y/n has been very down lately and feels completely alone even if the tower is buzzing with Avengers every day. On one particular morning y/n is forced to come out of his room and he heads down to his father’s lab, y/n feels very ignored and storms out crying. Peter goes after y/n and gets him to open up. Can something deemed “broken” be fixed?

Words: 2.4k

⚠️Warnings:⚠️ Mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, some light swear words

Pairing: Tony Stark!dad and reader!son

Note: the timeline is all funky to my understanding but please just roll with it... again

It had been good for a while, really good, but in the back of your mind, you knew it was only a matter of time until things got bad again.

And eventually, they did. Like always

It started with the little things. When you didn’t have the energy to put the freshly washed clothes you thought nothing of it. It started with feeling the need to sleep all the time, you tried to blame it on stress, not wanting to admit how bad things truly were.

Getting up in the morning was harder, showering was suddenly too time-consuming. Before you had the time to realise what was truly going on, you were laying in your own filth. Surrounded by stuff you couldn’t remember ever bringing into your room, the blinds were closed. Sometimes you opened the one closest to your bed, it was nice to watch the outside world from time to time. You saw how your friends ran and played outside, ever since Peter joined the Avengers it was like they just got more and more childish, but it was nice. All of the Avengers had rough lives and seeing them so happy made you feel a sense of relief. This was all Peter’s doing, he was keeping the atmosphere good, it didn’t necessarily matter if you weren’t there, they’d be fine.

That’s what you told yourself, ending it all wasn’t something you necessarily thought about, but it was a game in your head. A fantasy really, a game you noticed yourself playing more often than not. The game kept you busy, sometimes for an entire day.

  But there were days when the game wasn’t as fun, on those days you went outside of your room, you tried to do it so that no one would see you, sometimes you’d run into Steve or even to your dad, but not often. Your dad, Tony, made jokes of how you had ”emerged from your cave” and if you were too unfortunate enough to walk out of your room when a lot of them were in the kitchen or in the living room, you’d get an ”oh how nice of you to join us”. You knew that he didn’t do that to hurt you, but it ended up doing exactly that. His words stung, they haunted you even when you were alone, like an echo in your head.

You woke up when the sun hit your eyes, you had forgotten to close the blinds, again. ”Jarvis, close the blinds,” you said, voice groggy. No answer. ”Jarvis?” You asked again, receiving no answer. You groaned as you realised that you had to go down to your dad’s workshop, to tell your dad that Jarvis wasn’t working in your room. You sat up on your bed, feeling hazy. You slowly stood up to walk towards the elevator.

Your dad was working with Peter in his workshop. ”Dad?” You called out from the door, no answer. ”Dad?” You tried again, louder this time. Peter noticed you as you stood by the door. ”Mr Stark,” Peter said, immediately catching your dad’s attention. Peter pointed in your direction. ”Oh, what’s up?” Tony asked, quickly looking at you before turning back to his work. It frustrated you to see your dad ignoring you in such an obvious matter, it annoyed you that he didn’t hear you but he heard Peter.

Frustration turned into sadness as tears prickled by your waterline, you tried to blink them away as you cleared your throat, catching your dad’s attention. ”What is it?” He asked, sounding annoyed in your opinion. ”Nothing, just that J-Jarvis isn’t working in my room,” you said as you walked away. You didn’t want your dad or Peter to see when you cried. ”What’s up with y/n?” You heard Peter’s voice ask as you walked away from your father and him. ”I don’t know, maybe y/n’s feeling a little upset,” you heard your father say, clearly trying to say it in a way so that you wouldn’t hear. ”Should someone check up on y/n then?” You heard Peter ask. You didn’t hear what your father said due to the fact that the elevator doors had closed.

As the doors closed, your tears began travelling down. You weren’t jealous of Peter, you couldn’t be, he brought so much happiness to everyone. It kind of pissed you off how smart he was, you had your fair share of skills which your dad used to take interest in, he tried to get you interested in anything that might involve your skills, thus making you develop. But since Peter came along, it was all about him, it was good that your dad had someone to share things with, since you weren’t really interested in his field, but it still hurt to not get even nearly as much attention from him as you used to.

You weren’t really feeling your nest today, just in case your dad came by to fix Jarvis, which you highly doubted, you wanted to be somewhere else. Maybe the vents, there you could spy on people, you used to love being in there as a child, but abandoned that when you turned older.

You climbed inside the vent and were surprised by how spacious it still was, even for a young adult like you. You had no idea which way you should go but decided to follow the noise that reached the vent, Natasha and Steve in the training area. They were fighting each other while having a rather loud conversation. ”I don’t know what’s wrong with y/n, but I also don’t think that it’s okay for Tony to just ignore it all. He’s not doing anything to make y/n feel better,” Natasha said as he swung Steve’s legs from under him. Steve’s back hit the ground, getting his air lightly knocked out. ”But young people get sad all the time, why should he jump at y/n’s every whim?” Steve asked as he slowly got up from the floor. ”Y/n isn’t just sad, something is wrong and we should help,” Natasha said and kicked Steve in the chest. Steve grabbed her leg and sent her flying across the room.

You didn’t bother listening to their conversation anymore, was everybody suddenly talking about you? Why was suddenly everyone on your case? Why did they care?

”Hey y/n,” you suddenly heard from behind you, making you yelp loudly. ”Hey sorry it’s just me,” Peter apologised. You fell against the wall of the vent but decided to stay there in a sitting position. ”What are you doing here?” You finally asked after calming down a bit. ”I came to check up on you, you seemed a bit off,” Peter explained. You groaned loudly, ”Why is everyone talking about me today!” You complained.

Peter settled to sit next to you, but still giving you space.

”Everyone is just worried, you look sad and we barely even see you anymore. You’re hard to even recognise nowadays.” Peter said, stealing glances at you. You groaned slightly, trying to decide how to possibly end the conversation.

”I do realise that I might be the last person you want to talk to, yet I’d beg to argue that I’m the one to understand you the best.” Peter was right, and you hated it. You banged your head against the wall of the vent in frustration, ”I hate that you’re right.” You finally admitted. You took a deep breath before opening your mouth, might as well. ”I don’t know, it started out small. I was a child and some bad stuff was going down and I really didn’t know how to deal, people are more likely to notice a depressed child than a depressed young adult I guess.” ”Dad got me some help. Talked to a real nice lady, gave me blocks to play with and all. Yeah well anyway, I thought I was better. A lot of years went by that I was completely okay, until recently.” You explained as you pulled on any loose cuticle or nail you could find on your fingers. ”It just crept up all of a sudden, I didn’t have the energy to fold my laundry or make my bed. And then I just started sleeping a lot, like a lot. And before you know it, I’m awake at three in the morning, on the roof, and I’m looking at an at least 20 story drop. And I have no idea what the hell I’m doing there.”

It felt like some weight was coming off of your shoulders, you silently shook, eyes getting a little teary - that was good, right? "And then there's the fact that I'm a Stark. I'm Tony Stark's son and expectations are laid on me every day, if not by him then the world. I don't know if I have what it takes. I mean, I am smart but I'll never be able to fill his shoes." You continued, drawing the curtain open a bit more.

”Did you ever think about telling Mr Stark?” Peter asked, curious.

”Well I mean, at first I didn’t even notice anything that alarming, and when I finally did notice, it felt like it was too late, you know? Like how would I even bring that up? Hey, dad, I kind of want to jump off of a building because I’m sad!” You said, the last part overly cheery to compensate the tears that currently were cascading down your cheeks.

Peter moved a little closer to you, ”You know, it’s never too late, Mr Stark loves you very dearly and he wants to help you.” When you didn’t answer Peter he took the chance to do his own monologue. ”You know, he never shuts up about you. To him, you’re his most successful invention, he always talks about you, never fails to mention your achievements, no matter how small. You’re the best son Mr Stark could have. He’s genuinely so proud of you and he loves you more than anything, it breaks him to see you like this because he’s so lost he doesn’t know what to do to help you.”

After that Peter let the silence sizzle in the air, he waited for you to say something. You needed a moment, what Peter said opened your eyes, you had never thought that your dad even could be proud of you and to hear that he was the proudest of you and he loved you that much just put things into perspective.

”To be completely honest, I was kind of jealous of you and the bond you have with my dad.” You admitted when you felt strong enough to talk again. Peter laughed a little, ”why on earth would you think that?”

”You build stuff together, the two of you as a duo looks like the most normal thing this tower has seen in years. It feels good to know that dad has someone to share his passions with since I’m not all that talented or interested in whatever the hell it is that you two do, yet I sometimes feel jealous. It’s not your fault and you shouldn’t feel bad, it’s just my brain. I’ll get over it.”

”Do you want to go talk to Mr Stark?” Peter asked after a while. The moment was over, but you still wanted to thank him. ”I think I have to. By the way, thank you. Thank you for finding me and talking to me, it really means a lot.” You said and offered Peter a smile, a smile that was for the first time in months, genuine.

Peter returned the smile, ”It was nothing really, you would’ve done the same for me.”

”Mr Stark!” Peter called out once you entered the workshop, the dishevelled head of your precious dad shot up from somewhere admits all of the ”junk”.

”Y/n wants to talk to you!” Peter said before turning to you. ”It’ll be alright,” he reassured you and gave you a thumbs-up as he walked out, giving the two of you some privacy.

”Son! What’s up?” He asked when you approached him. He climbed out of a machine he was building. You took a deep breath as you sat down on something you felt would hold your weight. You felt your dad’s burning gaze, yet, you decided to not return it. You stared at your shaking hands as you slowly began. ”D-dad, I think I need help.” Silence. ”I don’t know, I’ve been feeling pretty bad lately and I feel like I should talk to someone about it.”

You heard your dad pull out something with wheels on it, he seemed to sit on it and roll towards you. His feet quickly came into your view. His hands slowly grabbed yours. ”Look at me,” he said, his voice shook just the tiniest amount. You slowly found his eyes and took the sight in. There was no disappointment or anger in his voice, just worry. ”I want to help you, and I will. But I need to know what’s going on.”

You sniffled a little, breaking the eye contact to collect yourself.

”I didn’t even notice it at first. I just didn’t have the energy to do the everyday things, I was exhausted all of the time. The next thing you know I’m having a staring contest with the concrete from the roof in the middle of the night. I don't even know why. I guess I'm just not happy anymore. It's not that my life sucks or something like that. I'm a Stark, people expect things and I don't know if I can amount to that greatness. I'm not like you, I'll never be." You said, trailing off at the end.

"Y/n, I'll never want you to be like me. You are perfect just the way you are, you are my son - best one anyone could ever ask for. I'll always love you and you're the most important thing to me in this whole world. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most. I promise I'll get you all the help you need and I promise to never leave your side." Tony said all of those things with ease, his voice shook but there was so much meaning in his voice. It was gentle and loving, like the hug he offered you. You accepted the hug since your dad was the best hugger in the world.

His arms wrapped themselves around your shoulders as you laid your head on his shoulder. "Y/n, I love you 3000, don't you ever forget that." He whispered into your hair.

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

overlordred said: Heyyyyyyyyyy Doll Face, it me again 🥸🤓, so I saw that you’ve had Porco on the brain and it made something in my brain click again. I don’t know what it is with my need for characters with devoted animal companions but it’s just my thing. Like Porco’s S/O has had her tortoise since she was a kid and it’s HUGE now and since I’m sure you’ve mentioned Udo loves turtles, in a last ditch effort to keep the kids occupied while babysitting them Porco’s like I have a turtle and the kids just lose their minds from this tortoise (who for some reason has a name like Speed or something 😆) If you don’t see it I very much respect that but I just thought I’d share lol. I hope you’re having a beautiful day and good fortune smiles on you. Laters!

Porco & you babysitting pt.2

{ Porco x reader | tw:none | fluff, light drama | modern }

{ "De Forest Interior" 1878 by Walter L. Palmer  1854-1932 }

"What's wrong?" He said with a frown, stepping back to give you space. "Did i do som-"

"No. It's just that…" you interrupted him, "Porco, what are we exactly? Is this a relationship or are we just friends wit-" 

Before you could finish, a high pitched scream came from where the kids were, snapping your attention to the closed door. Porco was the first to move, not wasting a second in pushing it open before hurrying to the living room, you followed behind.

The room was dark, with the tv blue screen illuminating it, whatever was on it was forcefully turned off. It was mostly quiet except for the shallow breathing you'd hear the closer you got to the couch.

Your eyes landed on a small figure, curled into a ball beside the couch, wasn't it for his glasses reflecting the tv light you wouldn't have spotted him.

Before Porco would trip and fall on his face, you flicked the light switch on, so he could avoid the pillows littering the floor.

Udo was looking sickeningly pale, glasses pushed to his head with his face buried in his arms while hugging himself.

Falco was kneeling to him, hands visibly shaking as he tried to soothe the other, growing more nervous as you approached them. "We… we were playing this game and then this-" he hiccuped between his stuttering as he tried to explain what happened.

Porco quickly carried Udo who clung to him like his life depended on it while Falco continued trying his best to form coherent sentences.

You went around the couch where the other two were. Gabi was hugging a pillow in a tight grip, eyes damp as if she's holding back tears while glaring at the floor to avoid meeting your eyes.

She only shook her head when you asked if she's okay.

Meanwhile, Zofia was just...sitting still, too still. Her stare blank and empty at the tv screen, keeping silent and barely acknowledging you when you approached her.

Part of you felt responsible for leaving the kids alone with a horror game when seeing their state now.

"Let's just move them to the kitchen, it'll be okay. Can you carry Zofia?" Porco said with Udo in his arm as Falco trailed after him while clutching his shirt.

You nodded before going to pick her up, she didn't resist but she seemed too stiff and uncomfortable. 

Falco actually came back to hold Gabi's hand and guide her with him after Porco, she took her pillow with her too.

When All of them were huddled in their chairs near the table, you could clearly see how visibly shaken they were.

You attempted to soothe them as Porco gave them some cookies and milk that they drowned quickly.

After time, reassurance and Porco lighting up the mood by making some snarky comments about the horror game they were playing that got them giggling, they slowly calmed down.

Falco was the first to feel better

Gabi soon enough followed. 

He was telling Porco about how he got the highest score in the game so far which made Gabi object and say she's the one who got the highest score, soon enough forgetting why she was scared in the first place.

They started another fight that basically was one saying "no you didn't!" and the other replying with "yes i did!!" over and over.

That actually managed to make Zofia laugh, more at them than with them. 

The only one left who hasn't spoken a word since the beginning was Udo.

Still holding onto Porco with shaky hands.

You and Porco watched as the three of them attempted to cheer him up, each with their unique way.

Gabi saying it's okay he shouldn't be scared because she will protect him and beat up the scary monster if it showed up.

No one dared to bring up the pillow on the table.

Falco said they can just go back and watch some Minecraft let's play instead.

It almost worked but the mention of going back to the living room made Udo even more scared.

Zofia suggested that they can play some animal crossing together and she'd even water all his flowers for him.

That made him perk up, only to frown again when he realised he forgot his switch at Reiner's place.

They kept listing off suggestions but nothing seemed to work or make him smile.

And the fact he still was actually scared and shaking made you and Porco more concerned by the second.

And then Falco said, "maybe we should...call his mom, she usually knows what to-" 

"Absolutely not" only to be interrupted by Zofia, "she'd never allow him another sleepover for at least a month."

You and Porco shared a look, as the adults in this situation it was your responsibility to make sure he's safe and call someone who knows what to do. 

Holding Udo closer to him with one arm while the other reached for his phone from his pocket, Porco scrolled through his saved contacts. "I think i have his mother's number saved somewhere...here it is, ms-"

In a quick motion, Zofia snatched his phone away. Surprisingly not only you but Falco and Gabi too with her strong reaction.

"No. You don't understand she won't allow him near us again." She explained in a firm tone, grip strong against the phone while looking at Porco in the eye. "Call Reiner instead."

Porco stiffened at the mention of the other's name, a sour look on his face. He was about to refuse but seeing at Zofia's pleading eyes made him stop at the last second.

He looked at you, you gave him a nod.

"Fine." He caved in, running a hand through his hair, "I won't call her, I promise.". 

Some seconds passed by as Zofia was eyeing him to determine if he's telling the truth, her grip only softening when her gaze fell on Udo who's still clutching the other's shirt. She reluctantly handed him the phone.

You watch the weirdly intense scene unfold, unsure if you should say something or not.

In the end, you decided not to interrupted. Although noticing how unusually quiet Gabi and Falco were, you realised that they weren't even in the room anymore.

Porco seemed too busy glaring at the air while murmuring something under his breath as the phone rang, while Zofia had her full attention on Udo.

Thankfully, you didn't have to say anything since Both Gabi and Falco came running back into the kuchen, huge smiles on their faces.

"Udo! Udo you won't believe this, there's this giant turtle in Porco’s room!" Falco yelled in excitement.

"It's this big!" Gabi stretched her arms as wide as she can, "and it's black all over with yellow dots! It looks so cool!"

That seemed to get Udo's attention, slowly turning his head from where he was burying it against Porco’s now ruined shirt.

"Really?" He whispered, eyes hopeful and colour returning to his face.

"You went inside my room?" Porco said, alert in his voice.

"What?" Came a voice from his phone, "why would you call me to ask that?...no i didn't. Are the kids okay? I can hear them yelling." Reiner said.

Apparently, that was what it took for Udo to finally calm down.

You watched as Gabi and Udo sat on the ground, faces pressed against the tank glass while attempting to coax the shy turtle out of hiding.

"Her name is lady dash, and if you step back and stop scaring her like that then i might let you feed her some meat." Porco said.

With that, both of them were under lady dash's love spell in no time. 

Gabi thought she was the coolest thing in the world, Udo agreed while counting the yellow dots on her shell.

Keeping true to his word, Porco let them give her some food.

They watched with anticipation as she emerged from the shallow water, slowly gliding towards the food.

They both held their breath as she extended her neck, opening her mouth as wide as she can before taking a big bite of the meat, slowly munching on the piece she cut off.

As soon as it ended, they turned around begging Porco for more food to give her.

Zofia and Falco joined too complaining that it isn’t fair since they didn't have a turn.

Porco looked at you for support, you just smiled before saying how come you don't get a turn too?

In the end he gave you all strawberries to give her to munch on.

After that roller coster of emotions, it came no surprise that the kids started getting sleepy and yawning, having used all their sugar energy from ice cream in the previous freak out.

If there's something you know, is that you should never tell a kid that needs a nap, that they need a nap.

Never ever.

Apparently Porco didn't know that.

And now you have four sleepy kids being defensive and offended that you'd even suggest that.

Thankfully tho, they seemed too tired to agru too much as they decided to finally sleep.

Gabi said she isn't even tried, she's only joining because Falco wouldn't stop whining.

Udo and Zofia agreed, despite the three of them being minutes from dozing off.

Falco ended up being their excuse for a nap, but he didn't complain...too much.

Realising that there's still two hours remaining before Reiner comes to pick them up, Porco seemed too eager to get them to sleep to get some time alone with you.

Hell he even grabbed the blankets and pillows and made them makeshift beds in the living room himself just so him and you can go back to his room alone.

"What…no we're not sleeping there." Said Gabi, standing in the middle of the doorway to the living room, arms crossed as the other three stood behind her.

"Yeah...it's still scary." Added Udo, stepping closer to Zofia. 

"Can we just sleep in your bed instead? Please?" Falco too was hiding behind Gabi, eyes avoiding the tv at any cost.

Porco gave a stern look, lifting an eyebrow as he too crossed his arms. "No. You're big kids you can handle it." 

"If you say so" Zofia poked her head from behind Gabi, "although, it'd be a shame if these pictures of Udo crying, Gabi drinking energy drinks and Falco eating a hot pepper pizza reached Reiner huh." 

And in that moment, you remembered exactly the fimilar sense of unease you felt about these kids some hours ago. 

You looked at Porco’s unbelieving eyes, knowing fully well he must accept this defeat gracefully. 

[onewithnomightypowers]

clandestine (chapter 5)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 5: the rumour has it

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated. thanks for reading <3

warnings: drinking, cursing

word count: 1.6k

important: bold and italic are character thoughts

series masterlist   main masterlist   chapter 4   chapter 6

The video of Y/N and Tom singing ‘SOS’ broke the internet. It was trending for at least four days. The whole internet, already on the witch hunt to find evidence of a relationship, was being fed. The paparazzi were circling around like vultures. The threat of being outed made them hide in their caves.

Haz was coming to London in two days. Y/N was trying to rid the house of anything and everything that hinted that Tom had been staying with her. Between the paps, shooting, and Haz, she couldn’t find time to meet Tom and give him his things.

There were Polaroids scattered all over the house. While she was packing a box to parcel to Tom, she found a Polaroid on her glass coffee table next to her ‘vanilla sage’ candle from Bath and Body Works. In the photo, Y/N was lying on her stomach on the hardwood floor in her living room, a gin and tonic next to her. Tom was sitting on the floor with his right arm extended to take the photo. They were both smiling.

She remembered when he took that photo. It was the same day she found a vintage vinyl of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong’s ‘on verve’, during her exploration of Camden market. They decided to have a listening party of that album on the floor. Tom found his new favourite song that day, ‘let’s call the whole thing off’. She smiled at the memory. Instead of putting it in the box, she went into her room to put it in her wallet where only she could find it.

Y/N noticed her phone vibrating next to her purse. It was Harrison.

“Bonjour mon amour”,

“Hi Haz, did you board the flight?”

“Just did; listen you don’t have to pick me up from the airport, I know you are busy at work”

“Fine. Text me when you land”

“Su-“, she hung up the phone.

I can’t believe I have to live with this man for a whole week.

Haz came in late at night, even though his flight was supposed to land at 5pm. Y/N was already sleeping. When she woke up around 8 next morning, she found, much to her surprise, Haz snoring next to her. Last night she made sure that there was a pillow and a blanket on the couch for him, a subtle way of saying ‘I don’t want you sleeping in the same bed with me’. Also because she thought he knew about the affair and wouldn’t want to sleep next to her.

God, I wish I had another bedroom

Y/N was sitting on the bar stool with her laptop on the kitchen island, going through her mail while drinking coffee. Haz had just woken up from his deep slumber, and found his way to the kitchen to fetch him some coffee.

“Good morning!” she said enthusiastically, without looking up from her laptop screen. She had thought it was a sleepy Tom, coming out of the bedroom to make himself tea.

“Morning”, Haz said as a reflex, rubbing his eyes. Y/N’s smile disappeared upon hearing the sound of his voice.

“Did you make breakfast?” Haz asked while pouring himself coffee into a mug Tom had gifted Y/N.

“I made myself breakfast when I woke up, three hours ago. Was I supposed to make breakfast for you too?” It was a rhetorical question. Y/N noticed the mug, it made her uneasy watching a man she doesn’t love drinking from a gift given by the man she did love.

“There’s eggs and bread in the fridge, help yourself”, she pointed at the refrigerator.

As Haz cracked open an egg on the pan, Y/N received an email from Greta.

“Good news, Netflix bought the distribution rights to Greta’s movie, she just sent me a mail”

“Oh”

Oh? Seriously, oh?

“They are planning the premier for this Friday, do you want to go with me?”

“I don’t think so, I don’t really like the people you work with” he was putting butter on cold bread.

There is nothing more tragic than love turning into hate. Tragedy had struck their marriage. The rest of the week, they only spoke when they absolutely had to. It was like living with a roommate, you share a bed with but cannot share your day with.

--

It was Friday, the day of the movie premiere. Y/N was excited to see Tom after a week without him, which felt like an eternity to her. She was wearing a silver colored floor length gown with heavily studded earrings. Her hair was up in a bun with two strands out, to shape her face.

Since it was Netflix, the event could afford to take place at the Royal Albert Hall. Y/N had only been there once, for an Arctic Monkeys concert. When she stepped out of the car, she was met by blinding lights of the cameras. She walked over to the whole cast on the red carpet. The only thing she could hear was the deafening noise of photographers screaming to look towards them and in between, tabloid journalists asking her questions about her life and rumours.

Y/N was still pretty new to walking red carpets because she had mostly worked on indie films that couldn’t afford a grand premiere as most of the money would go towards entering different festivals. Y/N was wearing a mask of pure joy on her face but Tom could see right through it. He could see how uncomfortable Y/N was feeling.

He walked towards her, “you look gorgeous darling” he whispered in her ears and for a second that mask she was wearing became real. They both posed together, but regretted it immediately. The whole media went on overdrive, seeing them together.

“Are you guys seeing each other?” a person from the left screamed.

“Y/N, did you leave Harrison?” someone from the right asked

The voices were coming from everywhere. All they could do now was walk off the carpet. Tom had arranged for Y/N to sit next to her during the screening. His hand was linked with Y/N’s the whole time. He could feel her shivering.

“Are you cold?” he asked her.

“Not really”, she took a long pause. “I am just nervous about my performance in the movie and I guess the questions really got to my head, it’s all making me very anxious”

“Don’t worry babe, everyone is going to love you in the movie, and those hunters out there are shell of a person, all they care about are these bullshit rumours. They don’t deserve a house in your thoughts”

“Shhhhhh” someone whispered from the row above theirs.

Y/N’s phone was vibrating, it was Harrison’s fourth call in fifteen minutes.

Why is he not getting the hint that I don’t want to talk to him

She ignored it.

A few minutes later, her phone rang again.

What if it’s serious?

She got up and went outside of the theatre to take the call.

“What is it, Haz? You know I’m busy right now”

“Umm, are you Y/N?” A man with a heavy, older voice said.

“Yes?” She was confused. “Who is this and how do you have my husband’s phone?”

“Your husband is trashed, ma’am. He passed out on my bar counter about half an hour ago. Your number was on his emergency contact list so I'm calling you to pick him up”

“I’ll be right there, can you tell me the address?”

“Yeah sure it’s 141 Albert Street, Spread Eagle”

Tom came out of the theatre.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“I have to go pick up Haz, he’s splashed out on a bottle somewhere, bloody fool can’t even walk”, she said whilst texting her driver to pick her up.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, I need to deal with this alone”

She walked out the back gate and got in a black Audi.

The paparazzi had noticed her early departure, so they started following her recklessly.

It was a corner pub, the bar was at full capacity. Y/N saw Haz with his head down on the counter, an almost empty tequila bottle next to him.

“Haz wake up, come on, we need to go, get up darling” Y/N was trying to shake him awake.

“O-oh Y/N, y-you’re he-ear”, he was slurring his words.

“Yeah now let’s go”

He started to get up, Y/N had her one hand on his back and the other on his forearm, to support him.

“Honey I th-think I’m going to puke”, he looked sick.

“Is there a restroom here?” She asked the bartender. He pointed towards the corner of the room, a dimly lit area.

“Thank you”. She helped Harrison to walk to the restroom.

The washroom felt like their marriage. They were cramped up in it. The whole room was pure white but also yellow, caused by the lack of cleaning. There were no windows and had only one white florescent light. It was suffocating. The room made her realise that she could not hide from the inevitable, anymore.

Has was on his knees, holding on to the toilet seat with his dear life, puking all the poison out. Y/N was standing near the sink, taking off her statement earrings. She could see a vulnerable Harrison in the reflection of the mirror.

“I want a divorce”, she whispered, loud enough to be heard in this stifle room.

@mysticapples17  @storybookholland

[hard-to-be-the-bard]

Bucky X Modern!Reader

“

Tbh i’m probably gonna make this a series if you all like it :) let me know if you want a part 2

Warnings: Violence, Language, Torture

You stayed at Stark tower because you were useful, and because it would be dangerous to allow you to be let loose on your own

You had stumbled into the Marvel Universe on pure coincidence, and you had no idea how. Tony had given ideas of space rifts and time loops, but that made no sense to you

Nick Fury wanted you to keep you there so he could use what you knew, about major events, after all, you knew their future

But you refused to speak, you’d seen what had happened when their timelines had been altered before, and you didn’t want to be the cause of anything happening

So you let things play out the natural way

You’d arrived shortly after Ultron

It turns out however, this universe was slightly different to the one you knew

Because Bucky was living at the tower

He’d stayed at the end of what should of been the Winter Soldier, and was going through therapy processes while Tony worked on his arm

You were what you could call friends

Being that he would smile at you when you entered a room, offering a hello, and engaging in small talk

Bucky liked to keep to himself, and you respected that, the man had been through a lot

Bucky knew you were from a different reality, and knew you knew about his past

You’d helped him fill in a few blanks here and there if he was desperate, and he always seemed surprised when you did something you knew he’d enjoy

He told you you knew him better than himself

Which was true in a way

His memories still not fully recovered, and when you were in your world, you’d already had a small crush on the man

It seemed it only grew here

You liked him, a lot, it was almost painstakingly obvious, Steve knew, he’d asked you about it after seeing you leave Bucky’s room after calming him from a nightmare

You didn’t think anyone else knew, but then again, you were living with the Avengers, so it wouldn’t be a surprise

On top of living with them, you were made to take part in training, they wanted you to be ready in case anything did happen

And you were glad you’d done so

It turned out it was just S.H.I.E.L.D who knew about you HYDRA did too.

And you’d managed to let them get to you

And Bucky too

You’d both been alone, the avengers out on a mission, and Bucky wasn’t passed for all missions yet, just smaller ones. So he’d been with you for the day, watching films together on the sofa.

When the power went out

You’d frowned, trying to talk to JARVIS to see what was happening, but there was no response

But Tony had said JARVIS was on a different power source, in case of an electrical failure

Meaning that this wasn’t a normal power cut

You’d informed Bucky as such, and he looked at you, brow furrowed, before pulling you up, taking you towards his room, which was luckily, on the same floor, he opened the door, gesturing you in before closing it

“Doll-” He starts softly, not knowing what to say

“If this, if this is a break in, we have your phone that’s it, and if there’s no signal we have no way to contact the others, or even know if they’ll pick up-” He takes a deep breath in before walking to his wardrobe, moving some things before dragging out a case

“I know you know how to use a gun sweetheart” He says, as he unlocks it, revealing a range of guns, from smaller hand guns to larger ones

“I taught you myself” He says, picking up a glock 26 and pressing it into your hands, along with a box of ammo, he moved to the side of his bed, pulling out a waist belt, with a pocket on the side handing it to you

“Saves you carrying the ammo around, more room to point and shoot” He barely whispers, and you notice his hands shaking ever so slightly

It’s then you hear the loud bang at the end of the hallway, and Bucky freezes, looking up, before clasping your head in his hands

“Doll, listen to me now, I know you have no experience with this, but, no matter what happens, your main goal is getting off this floor, and outside, okay, call Steve, Tony anyone, but you need to keep yourself alive for me” He practically begs, and you begin to tear up

“Bucky I-” But you don’t finish another loud bang echoing, closer this time, and Bucky opens another door in his room you didn’t know he had

“Through here” He motions, taking you through the door, locking it behind you.

He stops, looking at you once more

“Doll I’m gonna have to leave you soon” He says and you frown staring at him

“W-What why? We can go together” You plead, and he shakes his head

“I need to take care of this sweetheart” He says, taking you down the corridor, pushing you towards the stairwell

“Go” He demands, and you falter for a brief second before whispering

“Don’t get yourself killed” And he smiles for a moment before turning on his heel, gun in hand

And you take it as a cue to leave, running down the steps, and you keep going until you hear footsteps, and you freeze, lifting the gun slightly, before seeing a closet and ducking inside, turning the lock behind you

Quickly you pulled out your phone, sighing in relief when you saw it had signal, and shakily to typed out a text message

Tower compromised. Come Quickly. 

And you copied in everybody, before attempting to call Tony

But it goes straight to voicemail and you curse, before hitting Steve’s name, hearing footsteps come closer

And thank god he picks up

“Hey, y/n, what’s wrong i’m just in the middle of-” You cut him off, voice shaky

“S-steve you have to come back, there, there’s some people in the tower, the powers gone, and Bucky’s upstairs somewhere, I--” You almost drop the phone at the sound of gunfire and you hear Steve curse, shouting to Tony

“Hey doll, take a deep breath, where are you?” He asks, and you tell him

“A closet, on the 6th floor” You whisper, before hearing footsteps again, and he speaks

“You got a weapon?” He asks, and you tell him yes and he lets out a sigh of relief

“We’re on our way back, 10 mins tops, don’t worry doll, nothings gonna happen to you I promise” He says

But he speaks to soon

Because the next second the door is caved in, and you have two guns pointed at your head, the phone slides out of your grasp as one of the large men grab you, shoving you forward with their gun

Steve’s still on the phone, and he heard the door cave

“Doll? You there? Y/N?” He calls, and one of the men picks up the phone

“You know where to find us” Is all he says before hanging up.

Steve feels his blood run cold, as Tony looks at him, panic in his eyes

“What’s going on?” He asks, and Steve can barely speak

“They have her” He whispers, and Natasha’s head shoots up, cursing softly

“Tony we have to go faster” He urges, and he shakes his head

“I would if I could, but I physically can’t” He says

You wake up in the dark, arms bent painfully around your back, zip tied together, and then bound with thicker rope, you tugged sharply, giving up once the plastic cut into your wrists, knowing it was no use. You sniffled letting out a curse

Then you heard a voice call out

“Doll?” It asked, soft and unsure, and your head shoots up

“Bucky?” You respond and you hear him sigh

“Shit doll, are you hurt?” He asks, and you feel the throbbing at the back of your head from where you’d probably been knocked out

“I think I’m okay” You whispered, before saying

“I called Steve, he knows” And you hear Bucky move against his restraints

“Good job sweetheart” You think he’s about to say more but the door swings open, light flooding in, and you squinted, your eyes adjusting, before you opened them and you finally saw Bucky, his head low, eyes watching you

And he saw the bruises, and he winced, how did you think you weren’t hurt. Unless you were in shock he thought, staring at the already formed purple angry splotches along your chin and cheekbone

You stared at him, eyes teary and he felt his heart break.

You could die here

And he wouldn’t be able to save you

The man who entered a room pulled out a chair, siting on it to face you

“Now, Miss l/n, this can go two ways, either. you tell me what I want to know and no one gets hurt. Or, we hurt you, a lot” He says, and you frown at him

“I don’t know anything” You say, confused but the man tuts

“I think you do, what I want to know, is, a certain string of phrases, 10 words, to be precise, and I think you know just what I’m talking about” And you freeze, because you do, and even Bucky stops, knowing exactly what he’s talking about, his eyes narrowing in confusion

But how would you know, you didn’t work for HYDRA.

And then it hit him, you would know, you knew everything about him, which included those words

“I-” You stumble, you weren’t going to tell them, you couldn’t

“Go to hell” You spat, and the man sighed, and Bucky stared at you

“Well then, it looks like you’re going to be hurt” He says, and signals to someone, and a tall looming man steps over, walking towards you, fist raised

“Do what you must” He says

And the man descends upon you

You didn’t know when you lost consciousness, but you did know that Bucky was screaming the second you woke, and you felt a fist connect with your jaw again.

And your body writhed in agony

Bucky begging for them to stop

“Doll it’s alright, just say it, it’s okay” He pleads, and you realised he was screaming because of you, not because he was being hurt, and you frowned, barely able to shake your head before you let out a soft no

And that was all it took for the man to start again, but he was bored of this approach, hauling over a large black bucket, water sloshing over the edge, and you knew what was going to happen

So did Bucky

“You’ll kill her!” He begged, screaming at you to just tell them, but you shook your head

And he pushed it under the water

You came back up grasping for air, shaking at the coldness of it, and that was when the door opened

Steve in the doorway, shield raised, and a look you’d never seen before on his face

It was almost feral

And his shield connected with the man’s neck and he fell to the ground, and you heard Bucky’s cries

“Get her Steve, get her” He says, and you feel your head being lifted up, Steve looking at you, concern on his face as he muttered apologies, and you felt the rope binding you loosen, and the pain in your arms prickling as you finally gained the ability to move them, and you collapsed into Steve’s arms

Soon Bucky had ran over to your side, his arms wrapping around you, tugging you from Steve’s grasp, who passed you over as Bucky cradled you

“You’re okay doll, you’re okay” He mumbles into your forehead, but you’re not sure who’s he’s trying to reassure, and you’re just so tired

And then your vision turns black

You wake up in a hospital

A soft beeping in your ear, and the scratchy noise tickling sterile smell

You notice an IV drip in your arm and you frown, reaching out to tug out the invasive needle, when a hand grasps your wrist gently

“You need that darling” A voice croaks, and you turn your head to see Bucky, puffy eyed, and looking tired, his eyes red from crying

“H-Hey buck” You whispered, your throat sore, and words appearing scratchy

He smiles softly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes and you frown, pressing a hand against his cheek

“Come on, I know you got a better one than that in you” You joke, and he laughs, before starting to cry

And you’d never seen something so heart-breaking, it sounded wrong, the breathy gasps that escaped his throat, and it was gut wrenching, and you hated it

“Hey don’t cry, I don’t look that bad do I” You chuckle, and he looks at you

“You nearly died doll” He whispered, and you pause, had you

“You technically did, your heart stopped, they didn’t think you’d, I-” He takes in a deep breath and you frown softly

“I’m okay though” You say, hand still on his face

“Look I’m alive” You offer, and he shakes his head

“I never should of left you doll” He mumbles, and you shake your head

“Don’t you dare blame yourself James Buchanan Barnes” You state, and he looks up at the use of his full name, about to protest

“Don’t argue with me” You whisper, and pat his cheek, shifting in your bed, before wincing

“Doll-” He begins, looking worried but you waved it away

“How bad do I look?” You joke and Bucky looked down, and you frowned

“Buck?” You asked, and he looked like he was gonna cry again

“Doll I’m sorry, they, you’re gonna have some scars, and a lot of bruising for a while” He whispers, and you nod slightly

“At least you’re okay” You say, and he shakes his head

“Me? Doll you’re the one who nearly- and you’re worried about me?” He asks incredulously, and you nod

“I just- you’re not, mad about me knowing” You ask, and he knows what you’re talking about, but he shakes his head

“Doll, I trust you” He mumbles, and he looked like he was about to say something else when the others burst into the room 

[anxiouslyfred]

Met in the Woods

for @dukexietyweek‘s prompt Pirates/Adventure, I focused on Adventure

Summary: Remus didn’t run away, he just went on a wander through the woods. Virgil got kicked out of their home and took to the woods to try and survive. Somehow meeting was the calmest part despite Virgil attacking Remus.

Warnings: vague fighting, eldritch being mentioned, self-esteem issues, homophodia mention

/\/\

Remus hadn't run away. Really he'd barely even left home, despite packing the largest pack they had full of survival supplies and taking off into the woods one morning before anyone else woke up. There was no point in writing a note, not when he'd definitely be coming home, at some point, probably.

The woods had always called to him, filled with mysteries and adventure if only he had the time to explore and find it, and finally Remus was following the call. He already knew where the first glade was to make a camp in, after that he could follow the river some knights mentioned when reporting their patrols.

He wasn't expecting the glade to already have a tent in it, or for said tents owner to have him flat out within seconds of emerging from the treeline.

“Who sent you after me? I'm not going back, whatever crap they've told you!” The person had a staff poised to strike and with all of Remus's weapons currently under him and tied to his pack he wasn't too inclined to make it an actual fight. Besides, not being recognised as one of the sons of the areas Lord? It was basically a dream Remus never expected to happen given the amount of public appearances he was bribed into.

“Nobody sent me, not a clue who you are. Can I stick my tent over here? Heading to the river at this time of night is just asking for a patrol to catch us.” Remus shrugged, rolling to stand up again only to jump back when the staff was swiped at his legs. What was with them trying to lay him out?

A snarl curled their lips and Remus was fascinated. Most people couldn't get quite so vicious an expression, not even an enraged Roman had managed it yet, although he did get complimented on being fearsome when rampaging. “Like I'm going to believe that! They kicked me out and now expect to get me dragged back, begging for forgiveness or some shit?”

“Woah, I've never managed to get kicked out before. How did you manage that and can I try? Sounds like the best release from responsibilities ever!” Remus leant forwards, although still staying out of the staffs range.

“Writing in a journal about liking how men look. Seriously, people will kick you out for the most dull stuff. Thinking there's dangers in too thin ice, and telling people to sharpen weapons with them directed away from you to avoid self stabbing, oh that's fine. Like watching spiders and write stories without even showing them to anybody about how hot the guy next door is, nope get the hell out.” Remus frowned while listening to the rant. Those motives really did sound incomprehensible, but the persons frustrated movements did sometimes cause their top to tighten and show off muscles or make his cloak move like bats wings over their arms.

It was enough that Remus was moving forwards, bending to catch the staff as it was swung, holding it still. “Seriously? The Lord's of this land are 2 men together. We've got non-binary folks as tax collectors and both of the Lord's sons are attracted more to masculine physics than feminine and your family kicked you out for that?”

“Explains why they do everything possible to keep us kids stuck to the farm, then.” The mumble was clearly not directed at Remus but he shrugged and nodded until they looked back at him. “So if you aren't someone sent to drag me home what the hell are you doing out here?”

“I'm Remus, and just felt like a wander. Male too by the way. Who are you? I've already gathered that you're here cause you got kicked out so won't ask why.” He answered cheerfully. Whomever this person was, they'd been more interesting than most people Remus encountered.

The suspicious glare that had been fading was back a full force. “Virgil. Human, and who the hell just decides to go wandering with a full pack including a tent?”

“I do. Wanted to escape for a while, and now I'm gonna stick with you too.” Remus decided, shrugging off his pack to start setting his own tent up. “All the better if someone actually does come after you, right?”

/VR\

Virgil didn't trust this guy. Who the hell just attaches themselves to a stranger they meet in the woods? There had to be something going on here, or the guy had to be freaking insane and liable to attack in a moment of rage.

“I'm going into that cave! Are you coming?” Remus cheered, pointing further along the river.

There at least was a cave this time, a large excavation into the cliff face that was on the other side of the river. The last 'cave' Remus had tried to explore had just be a darker type of rock that the mad guy had run head first into before realising.

“It's a cave on the edge of a river. You're going to slip on the rocks and kill yourself, or get attacked by a bear taking shelter in it.” Virgil ground out, but carried on following behind Remus getting closer to the cave with each step. “I'm not willing to die for a maniac who won't leave my side.”

Remus just shot a grin over his shoulder as he finally started wading through the water. “Then why are you still following me? Besides it'd be awesome to battle a bear. Maybe I could get some brilliant scars!”

“It's called self preservation, something you seem to have abandoned already. I'm more likely to survive if I have an idiot who runs into danger when predators decide human smells like a good dinner.” Virgil snarked back, pausing to take off their shoes and roll their trousers up before entering the water. They weren't going to have wet feet for hours, no matter how willing Remus was to get his shoes drenched.

They still weren't happy about entering the cave when hours later they were trudging back out a completely different entrance lugging a chest in addition to their packs. “I told you going in there was dangerous!”

“You didn't get hurt, did you? Only blood on either of us is from that, that, actually what the hell was that? We need to go home just so I can get that thing drawn, painted, memorialised for eternity on the walls and given some kind of name.” Remus was twisting to look back at the cave even as he kept moving, holding the other end of the chest.

“Can we figure out what we're doing with whatever the hell is in here? It's heavy and neither of us are going to be ready to fight with a massive chest carried between us.” Virgil dropped their end, effectively bring them to a stop and threw themself on the ground for a rest.

There was still daylight so they weren't worried about a threat approaching unseen and really needed to stop after the fight they'd just gone through. Any creature with that many limbs should be somewhere out at sea, not in caves nowhere near the shore.

“You take it. You're the one who got kicked out from home and nobody would leave something worthless in a cave like that. Bet you could get a house almost as good as the Lord's manor with the treasure in here.” Remus decided, having sat on the ground nearby for only a second before he was  rooting through the pack from his back. “Snacks, pen, ink and paper. You eat something. I gotta start planning out my paintings.”

Virgil was already shaking their head, backing away from the chest as though it would be forced onto them. “No no no no. I'm not taking all of whatever's in there. We got it together. You should get some of it. How about half each? Or you get 3 quarters and I get the rest since I would literally have been killed when that thing first came out?”

“And here I thought I was just a chance for you to escape when I jumped forwards. You were fighting there too. I guess we could go half each.” Remus sighed as though accepting any of it was a hardship rather than treasure won. “Only if you come home with me. Let me introduce my family to the greatest reluctant best friend ever!”

They gaped at that declaration. If anything Virgil would just call them and Remus acquaintances. Sticking together in the middle of woods when no other people has been seen for days could easily turn to barely acknowledging each other once back in town. “If that's what it takes for you to take the treasure that's rightfully yours then fine I guess.” They agreed, already moving stuff about in their pack to find the empty bags they'd managed to grab when hurrying to leave their old home. At the time they'd expected the bags to be for any belongings or tools they could make and acquire while alone in the woods but the contents of a random chest was what they'd need to hold now.

Virgil left Remus to carry on drawing while attempting and after about 20 different tries, managing to unlock and open the chest. They sat separating the treasure by types and into 2 piles of each, kept as even as possible. With the sky clear and dusk not due for a while, it was a relaxing enough break after the cave systems.

/VR\

Looking up at the manor that Remus had just started leading them up to declaring 'Home!' had Virgil reconsidering everything they knew of the place they grew up in.

That was the Lord's manor and for Remus to live here he had to be... nope, NOPE! Virgil had definitely not just accidentally run into one of the sons of the Lord that ruled over his town. Remus must actually just be like, one of the servants, or maybe a gardener? Places like this had gardeners and knights right? Remus must be something like that and had taken some time off too....

All of their rationalisations to prevent panicking about having attacked and then travelled with a Lord's son proved futile when as soon as Remus opened the doors servants were swarming him, asking where the young sir had been, did he have any injuries, and anything else they'd only do for... The son of the Lord's also hurrying through the hall to greet him.

“I went on an adventure!” Remus proclaimed, waving off the servants and turning to look for Virgil who had fully started panicking and wondering if he could turn and run now. “And I made a friend too. That's Virgil and he's brilliant!”

A servant was immediately coming over, offering to take his bag while the Lord's looked him over curiously, listening to Remus who was still talking utter nonsense; a fairytale of a Virgil that they couldn't fathom how Remus thought was them.

“Well anyone who has Remus as besotted as this is more than welcome to remain with us as long as you care to, Virgil. Are there any titles that you hold?” The Lord asked, smiling at them now and holding a hand up to pause Remus's ramblings.

“No, My Lord. I am estranged from my family currently and would not be in line for any titles even if that weren't the case.” They couldn't come out with a rant about being kicked out in front of a Lord, but to deny that they were probably the lowest of his lands would only lead to worse things later.

The Lord just nodded but Remus glowered. “They've got money though. Helped me fight a beast in a cave and we found this massive chest of treasure that can get him a home and stuff now. Seriously, even while claiming they wouldn't risk death for me they followed me into the cave and fought just as much as I did when this brilliant creature attacked. Someone get my paints set up in the gallery across from my room. I know what's going on the far wall now!”

“Money wasn't our concern, Son. I'll check if there's any titles we can bestow on them for bringing you home safely.” The other Lord spoke up now and Virgil was really wishing their parents had at least mentioned the names of the nobility that ruled over them. Maybe they could ask one of the servants soon, since Remus was likely to forget about them now he was back home and around his family.

It definitely seemed possible since with the comment about finding them a title the Lords were heading to other rooms in the hall and Remus was racing down a different corridor while a few servants came to direct Virgil to somewhere else. They just let themself be led through getting measured for new clothes and settled into rooms that had at some point been requested for them. They could at least work on getting a home here before the hospitality of the Lord's ran out preferably.

/RV\

7 days had passed and Remus was confused. Each morning he'd asked Virgil to come and help him paint, or join him in the science lessons he'd insisted on getting. Each time they'd nod and come along but disappear somewhere on route to where he wanted to go.

His best friend kept hiding from him and it didn't feel like a game or even like something they wanted to do if the wary glances each meal were anything to go by. It was like Virgil was expecting him to tell him to leave, gained some hope whenever Remus asked for them to do something together but gave it up seconds later as a lie. Remus wouldn't lie, especially not over wanting someone's company. He just wanted Virgil to be around him.

Today he was going to put a stop to it. He still chattered through breakfast, arguing with Roman over painting styles and trying to get Virgil to agree with him but he didn't move to get up or say anything after his meal was finished. He just sat, waiting for Virgil to finish eating and hoping he hadn't been cutting their meal short with the invitations.

“Do you not want to be my friend?” Remus blurted once they were the only ones still at the table, making Virgil startle.

“What, of course I, no, I do, definitely do but you, I mean, I thought you wouldn't. I'm just a nobody and you have all these exciting things that's you basically bounce in your seat when you talk about.” Virgil tripped over their words, clearly concerned over Remus's question but not sure how to answer it.

Remus just watched them try to reply, concerned but making himself be calm, still. “Then why do you keep disappearing when I want to share them with you? Sharing them would make any activities like a million times better! Hell just arguing with Roman is way more fun when I've got you beside me.”

“But I'm nothing!” Virgil exclaimed, pushing down on the table. “Why would you want anything to do with me except because of pity?”

“Yeah, definitely, I pitied a guy attacking me with a staff and stuck with him because I thought he needed some charity.” Remus rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure you are more than any scoundrel I could find walking into town just because you don't give a shit who we are, if you think something's dangerous or harmful you're gonna yell about it.”

“And you don't give a damn and do it anyway, claiming there's nothing dangerous that could harm you!” Their response was a glare that just made Remus grin.

He'd missed being told off while Virgil was constantly hiding themself away. “Still take more care than I would without the reminder. Besides I love that, always needed someone to give reasons for why they're upset and you just give them.”

“Love? Besotted? Why is everyone talking like we should be courting now? I don't even have somewhere to live. Get them to stop playing with my heart like that.” Virgil moaned, apparently focused on a word Remus had barely realised he'd spoken. Watching them lean on the desk it was clear there had been more said by the servants too in the last week.

He shrugged leaning back in his seat. “They aren't. If you'd actually let me find you or come to help with my painting this week you might have realised that I am very likely to fall in love with you.” He held back from saying it had already happened while coming back from the cave. It seemed like it would be too much for them, no matter that the painting in his gallery had basically made Virgil his universe, cradled and treasured by the creature they'd battled rather than fighting it.

Lost eyes looked over to him as they processed the words. “So we can be together together? I'm not – not going to get kicked out again for liking you too much?”

“Nope, I mean I made sure our rooms are next to each other deliberately so we could go through the courting without being too far apart.” Remus pointed out. “On that thought, can I actually give you your courting gifts now? I keep trying to but you disappear before I've got them out.”

Virgil nodded mutely for a second, watching him, before leaning forwards for a kiss, barely more than a peck before they were pushing away trying to get more distance between them. “Sorry, should've asked, but um, yes, courting, we can do that!”

“You don't have to ask if you want to kiss me, but if it makes you feel better we can do constantly asking.” Remus couldn't hold back his grin, and knew it was the one servants backed away, concerned over what his manic joy would cause today.

Courting first, and convincing Virgil they were far more than their mind said over time.

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || You’re a Member of Blackpinks Sister [Request]

Seokjin:

Jennie had always been the overprotective sister, even when you were kids she was always there to help guide you in the right direction or rather what she thought was the right direction for you and not changed when you got older.

"You've seen him before-"

"At award shows, this is different. You're dating him, I have to meet him." You stared at your sister in the mirror as she smiled at you, you looked back down at your phone. Jin was going to show up any minute to pick you up and Jennie knew that which was why she was stalling for time. She was hoping to meet him before you went out on yet another date. It was the fifth one this month and she knew it was getting serious. You hadn't stopped smiling at your phone and you'd done nothing but talk about him to your mum all week.

"If you meet him do you promise to at least try and act like you're not going to scare him?" You knew fighting her on this topic was useless and she would win, she won every fight you guys ever had.

"I make no promises." You folded your arms over your chest trying to think of something to say when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" You sang in unison trying to get up and out of the room before Jennie but she was faster than you and down the stairs before you even got out of the bedroom door.

"Jin! Come in," You stared at him apologetically from the staircase and he smiled at you, he knew this had been coming for a long time and he'd been trying to prepare himself for it.

"Y/n go finish getting ready me and Jin will talk." The pair walked through to the living room and she saw across from him on the other sofa, just staring at him in silence.

"Jennie-"

"I know you'll treat her right." He was shocked by the statement, he assumed she was going to take over the role your father would have been doing but she had a smile on her face.

"Look, we don't know each other well but I know you'll look out for her...You're smart enough to know how to take care of a relationship...This is more to scare her into telling me how tonight goes." He laughed along with Jennie as she sat back in the chair and relaxed a little.

"That being said if you ever hurt her I will find you and I will torture you, slowly. She's my sister and I'll break legs if I have to." Though she was only small she looked intimidating enough and Jin knew not to mess with her.

"I won't, I really like y/n, she's one of the sweetest girls I've ever met and I don't ever want to hurt her or do anything to upset her." She nodded along with what he was saying and then she heard you coming down the stairs,

"She's going to try and eavesdrop as though I can't hear the creaking stairs, I want her home by 10." You stared at her from the doorway,

"Fine 10:30." You stared at her some more and she rolled her eyes at your folding her arms across her chest and holding her gaze on you. Both of you staring down the other until one of you would cave in.

"11:30 take it or leave it." She offered and you smiled taking Jin's hand and walked out of the house, shouting goodbye to your sister as you slammed the door shut behind you.

Yoongi:

Your sobs could be heard from Lisa's dorm room and everyone in the Blackpink dorm knew something was wrong. You'd shown up on your sister's doorstep asking for help and she gladly let you inside and allowed you to stay the night without asking for an explanation. Jisoo knew that if you wanted to talk to her about it you would go to her but it was getting harder to hear you cry without her knowing what was wrong.

"I think she and Yoongi had a fight, he's been calling her phone all morning," Rose said as she spotted your phone sitting on the coffee table. It was true, you and Yoongi had recently moved in together and last night you'd had one of the worst fights you'd ever had. Normally you weren't the type to fight about something if you didn't agree on anything you'd talk it out but last night was different. The doorbell rang and Jisoo got up to go and answer it when she heard you sniffle from the doorway,

"If it's him tell him to go away." You whispered, Lisa rushed over to you and ushered you back to Jisoo's room, they'd all been like your sisters since Jisoo had introduced you to them. As soon as you were locked away Jisoo opened the front door to see a dishevelled looking Yoongi standing there, he was wearing a suit jacket but his tie was undone and hanging down around his neck, the buttons on the shirt were open and he looked like he hadn't slept.

"Is she here?" He pushed his way inside calling out your name so Jisoo slammed the front door, she wasn't about to let him get away with doing whatever it was that he had done to you.

"She is. Do you want to tell me why she spent the entire night crying into my arms? She won't talk about it." He looked at Jisoo who was normally the sweetest person in the world but this time she looked beyond pissed off, she had her arms folded over her chest and was shifting her weight from one foot to the other to show just how annoyed she was.

"It was a stupid mistake and I regretted it the moment I said it-"

"Said what?" She asked through gritted teeth, neither of them had noticed you were standing there with a blanket draped over your shoulders and Lisa was behind you.

"He accused me of cheating on him with Jungkook." Everyone stared at Yoongi blankly wanting some kind of explanation as to why he thought that but you beat him to it.

"I'd asked Jungkook to take me shopping for Yoongi's birthday, he saw us alone together and assumed I was sleeping with him." By now your sister was livid and was ready to go all crazy sister on him when he spoke up,

"I realised I was wrong the moment I said it, I know how much Y/n loves me and how much I love her I just...I panicked when I saw her with Jungkook. I didn't want to lose her." The blanket slipped from your shoulders and you walked over to him taking his hand in yours,

"You could never lose me Yoongi..." You kissed his cheek, you were quick to forgive him but it was going to take more than that for Jisoo to forgive him for making you cry the way you had been doing the night before.

"I can't set a curfew but you owe me for making her cry...I'll call you when I figure out what it is." You smiled softly at your sister and gave her a hug, quickly apologising to them all for bringing unneeded drama into the house but they told you it was fine and that you were always welcome there.

Hoseok:

You were standing backstage while you waited for Lisa to come back and meet you, you were at some show with her and she promised not to leave you alone and yet here you were. Alone. Backstage where you knew nobody except the rest of Blackpink who weren't around with you. Jisoo was on stage with Rose talking into a camera while Jennie was off practising somewhere, you didn't want to freak out because you knew she would be back soon but you were starting to get scared.

"Everything alright?" A warm voice asked you turned around to see Hoseok from BTS standing there, he looked concerned since he'd walked past you and heard your breathing sounding a little jagged.

"I've lost my sister," He put his hand on your arm and lead you over to some chairs near a mini-fridge, he reached inside and took out a bottle of water for you to take. He studied the way you hands were shaking when you took the water from him,

"Who's your sister? Maybe I can find her for you." He offered, he knelt down in front of you to try and maintain eye contact but you felt your cheeks heat up so you looked away from him instantly.

"Lisa, she's in-"

"Blackpink, oh yeah! I remember you, gosh she showed me a picture but you're far more beautiful in person." His hand clapped over his mouth as he realised he'd said that out loud instead of in his head like he had intended and you giggled softly at him.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You stuttered out and he nodded blushing as he looked at you, you were no longer shaking and your breathing was back to normal.

"Do you sing or dance like your sister?" You shook your head and looked at him,

"I dance at home but nothing like Lisa, she's crazy good." You laughed tucking some of your hair behind your ear. Lisa was standing watching you and Hoseok talk, her plan was working. She knew you'd had a big crush on him since they debuted and you'd been dying to meet him, she also knew that if she was around you'd never talk to him and he'd never go up to you so she left you alone for a little while. Just so she could see if you would talk to one another and it was working.

"What are we doing?" Jennie whispered to Lisa looking in the direction Lisa was and smirked,

"Oh I see," They giggled and walked away with one another leaving you and Hoseok to continue talking about whatever it was you were talking about.

"I don't see you around much, is this your first show?" You nodded and stood up from the chair, he was offering to take you on a small tour of the backstage area since you would be spending most of the day there.

"Lisa didn't think to do this earlier," You laughed softly,

"I would have been wandering around aimlessly later so thank you for this," He shook his head and stared at you as you walked side by side.

"Anything for you, can't have you getting lost on me now." You smiled at him and continued walking around. Your hands would occasionally brush one another until he took your hand in his and continued walking as though this was a normal thing for you both, as though you both weren't screaming on the inside that your crush was holding your hand.

Namjoon:

You and Namjoon had been keeping your relationship a secret from Rosé for a reason, she was always the overprotective sister and wanted to make sure whoever you were dating knew about her but it was getting harder and harder to hide it from her. Your relationship was getting harder to hard now that comeback season was coming and you were seeing Namjoon at award shows, he'd stare at you when he thought your sister wasn't looking and you would run off together whenever you thought she hadn't noticed but she had and she'd noticed tonight. She'd watch you text Namjoon and then make some excuse about needing to go to the bathroom, then she watched Namjoon walk after you and she smirked at Lisa knowing exactly what you were both doing and she wanted to catch you both.

"Namjoon," You whined as he kissed down your neck, he had you pushed against the door of a supply closet, you'd only told him you wanted to talk about telling Rosé everything but he was now kissing you and telling you how much he missed you. You hadn't seen one another in over a month so it was to be expected but you were out in the open, not even in the supply closet while he was doing all of this,

"What if Rosé sees-

"What if Rosé already knows," She folded her arms over her chest and Namjoon sprang back away from you looking at Rosé and doing a bow,

"Rosé we were just-"

"I know what you were doing, I've known for a while you were dating but I hoped you'd come to me sooner or later," Namjoon glanced at you and then to your sister who was standing with her arms on her hips. She didn't look happy about this at all which only made him more nervous about everything,

"It was my idea to hide it, Y/n wanted to tell you from the start-"

"Don't lie for my Joonie, it's fine. Go and sit down." You kissed him and Rosé watched him as he walked away. As soon as he was gone her frown faded and was replaced by a giant smile as she giggled with you,

"How long?! Because by the look of that kiss you've been dating for a while. You've been holding out on me and I want all of the details...Actually not all of them that would be gross." You groaned at how she was acting and wished she'd never seen anything in the first place, you preferred her being the cold sister that was trying to scare Namjoon instead of the close sisters you were that shared details of your life life.

"You're going to miss the songs," You said trying to change the subject to anything except you and Namjoon but you knew that once you made it back to your seats it was only going to get worse when she told the rest of the girls what she knew to be true.

Jimin:

Last night was the first time Jimin had spent the night at your apartment and you'd woken up to your sister, Jennie, pounding on your front door demanding to know details about the date. Jimin and you hadn't been going out that long but you really liked him, liked him enough to let him stay the night and cook him breakfast. You were standing in the kitchen making breakfast for him with Jennie sitting on the kitchen counter asking question after question about everything that had happened while you were out together on your date.

"We went for a walk around the Han River and had smores," You laughed at her and she rolled her eyes knowing that wasn't all you had done but she didn't need those kinds of details from you. You cracked an egg into the frying pan you were holding,

"Scrambled or sunny side up?" She hummed as she thought about it,

"Scrambled." She jumped down from the counter and walked into the bathroom which was just at one end of the kitchen. You started humming along to 'Stay' by your sister when Jimin came in and wrapped his arms around your waist,

"Morning baby," He whispered in your ear kissing down your neck, you smiled softly as you felt him, bring you closer. That was when you noticed he was in nothing but his boxer shorts.

 "Erm Jimin, you might want to get changed."

"Why baby?" He cooed kissing your neck again,

"Cause her sister is around," He jumped a little as he heard Jennie coming from the bathroom, you took off your bright pink dressing down and he wrapped it around himself before leaving the room quickly.

"He's shy, how cute." She teased you and you laughed at her plating up the food and setting it down on the kitchen table, you both went back to talking about your date until Jimin came back down in some proper clothes this time.

"Fluffy pink is a good look on you Jimin, maybe you should submit it for your next concept." Your sister teased making you roll your eyes and move over so Jimin could sit down beside you.

"You won't mention it to the girls," You told her as you got up to wash up your own plate,

"I make no promises-"

"If you tell them about Jimin and his robe I will tell them about you and a certain someone making out in the Blackpink changing room-" She screamed at you to stop and you smirked at her and then at Jimin who was thanking you for saving him from the embarrassment of being caught in your robe.

Taehyung:

"What do you think she meant by it?" Taehyung questioned, you groaned rolling over to face him in the bed.

"What?" You looked at him and then at the small digital clock on the bedside cabinet,

"What do you think Jisoo meant by she knew where I lived? Was it a threat of some kind?" You stared at him and closed your eyes. Too tired at 4 in the morning to have this conversation with him. You'd been up most of the night together and now he was thinking about your sister, in fairness though before he took you out that night she had threatened him over text.

"I mean...does she want to come and kill me in my sleep? Is she going to stop us seeing one another." You sat up in the bed and scraped your bed hair back into a messy bun and stared tiredly at him, you knew he wasn't going to go to sleep until he talked the whole thing out with you.

"She's just being protective of me." You mumbled to him still trying to wake up from your sleep-like state, but Taehyung was wide awake and his brain was running 10x the normal speed it should have been running on.

"Do you think she would though?"

"Do I think she would what?" You questioned shifting closer to him and forcing his head down onto your shoulder, you running your fingertips up and down his bare arms to try and get him sleepy and it was working. He yawned and closed his eyes,

"Do you think she would kill me in my sleep?" You giggled softly at him and he shook his head at you, he was seriously scared of her. He never wanted to hurt you anyway but now there was an even bigger risk at hand if he did.

"No, she just wants to make sure you're worth my time. Just wait until she asks to have dinner with us." He sat up straight and hit his head on your chin making you cry out in pain.

"Shit! No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to I was just-" He stopped rambling when he realised you were laughing while holding your chin, he had such a hard head that it had hurt but him rambling made it all so much funnier.

"I was joking, she'll just probably try and catch you when you're next at an award show." You said as he came closer and grabbed your face, he was turning it around in the air trying to see if he'd hurt you but you giggled and pushed his hand away from you.

"Can we go to sleep now, I'm tired." You whispered looking at him and he nodded frantically, laying you down on the bed and spooning you from behind but you knew he wasn't trying to sleep.

"If you don't try to sleep I'll tell her your headbutted me." You lied and he groaned snuggling his head down into your neck and kissing your skin,

"I love you," You smiled at him and closed your eyes.

"Love you too Taehyung."

Jungkook:

You laid on your bed staring at the countless amounts of photos there were of Lisa and Jungkook edited together, then to the tweets about you, Jungkook and Lisa and it all made you feel worse than you already did. Your relationship had just come out to everyone thanks to some paparazzi who had decided to snap photographs of you and Jungkook by a river together. They were harmless photos, just you and him on your date, holding hands and kissing but everyone was making it into a huge deal about how he was ''supposed'' to be with Lisa and not you.

"Fuck." You whispered when you heard Lisa let Jungkook into your apartment, she'd come around to spend time with you and you lied telling her you were sick. The truth was you couldn't stand to be around her right now, not when everyone was comparing you both to one another and saying things about her and Jungkook. You loved your sister and Jungkook very much but it was hard to deal with right now. Your bedroom door opened and Jungkook walked into the room with something in a takeaway tub,

"Jin-Hyung said to buy some soup for you, Lisa said you're not feeling well." You smiled softly at him, trying not to break down into tears as he walked into the room.

"You don't look sick," You sat up in the bed and he ran his hand over your forehead trying to feel for temperature but you felt fine to him, mostly because you felt fine anyway.

"What's wrong? You always get like this when you have a test coming up or something's bothering you." Normally you loved the fact that he could read you like a book but not tonight, tonight of all nights you wanted to tell him you were fine and have him believe you just once.

"I'm fine-"

"Lies. What is it?" You knew fighting would get you nowhere so you handed him your phone for him to see it all,

"Y/n you know-"

"I know...I just don't understand why me? Lisa is, she's Lisa! She's better than me at everything, she can dance, sing, rap, she's skinnier than me more pretty-" He cut you off by kissing you on the lips, your eyes widened but closed as soon as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"She isn't you, you're stunning, you make me laugh, you can cheer me up whenever I'm having a bad day and trust me, baby," He pushed the hair from your face and looked deep into your eyes,

"You're breathtaking to me. Nothing against Lisa but she isn't you...I fell in love with you." You felt your cheeks heat up as he stared into your eyes for this long, sure you'd been dating a long time but he could always make your stomach flip and your head spin with just one look.

"I wouldn't change you for the world and the sooner people realise that I love you the better," He whispered to you before kissing you again and pulling away,

"But just to check...you aren't actually sick right? Cause I don't wanna catch-" You kissed him again and he chuckled against your lips laying you down against the pillows.

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every once in a while I think about the sheer wealth of courage (and, let's be real, in-person social support and stability) that it took for Heather Havrilesky to go, "actually, yes, I will write a book about marriage that puts the warts and ugliness of being a messy human who is emotionally and legally attached to another messy human long-term on full display, and also I will let the New York Times publish a particularly warty excerpt of it for all the rabid Twitter hounds to see" like to me that sounds utterly mad of her but I'm so glad she did it

we all talk a good game about existing as wholly ourselves, without apology, but the more we understand about what it means to be wholly ourselves the more daunting the task becomes. the depths are deep indeed, and there be monsters. I've definitely made a practice (born of spite, of course, which I seem to have more of a wellspring of than I'd originally thought) of trotting out those monsters as "fun and sexy of me" but that has to come with the caveat that no one else necessarily agrees. to the reader, I'm probably just a bundle of monsters. but that has to be okay, too. self-acceptance has to be weighed against people-pleasing, every hour of the day, every day of the year, and at some point one is always forced to choose

and if we choose radical self-acceptance, you'd think it'd make sense that we'd choose it for other people as well -- that we'd radically accept their radical self-acceptance. except, that isn't always how it works. we see someone else doing it and immediately think, "no, not like that". because we're people and to be a people is to be contradictory and hypocritical and judgemental -- it's unavoidable. either you suppress it and pretend to a standard of loftiness that just makes you look silly, or you learn to laugh about it and try to keep it on a leash. (or you vacillate between both of those at whim!) but it's so, so easy when someone's a public figure... so easy to pedestalise them without even realising that's what you're doing. so easy to go, "well, they should be better than the rest of us, and if they're not, they should at least learn to pretend to be, especially if they're going to write a book".

because what being radically honest and self-revealing in public (extreme public, in front of potentially millions of people) means is that many, many people will have to face the ways in which they are exactly like you, and if they aren't already practiced in facing that, they will get angry. and they will blame you for their anger. they will assume that you're a bad person in a bad marriage (which was only made bad because of your poisonous existence, of course) and you should probably live alone in a cave forever and never darken the doorstep of any of us perfect, infallible, pristine humans ever again.

but there's something so interesting about being a ~bad person~, an uncompromisingly ugly mess of a human being that is honestly just trying their best. sometimes someone else goes, "yeah, me too. wanna buy a house together?" and you have to spend your whole life figuring out why in the cinnamon toast fuck they'd ever want to do that. that's the wonder of it all. underneath all the mess, underneath the snippy thoughts and the petty arguments and the childlike petulance and all the other day-to-day bullshit is the wonder of it all -- that none of that day-to-day bullshit matters as much as whatever it is you're building together, even if you can't see what it is, even if it feels pointless, even if you sometimes think maybe you should have built something else instead. you're still here, doing this day-to-day bullshit, because... why? that's the wonder. I haven't read Havrilesky's book yet, but I bet that's in there somewhere. the sheer naked wonder of being ugly and messy and weird and loved.

I guess I can radically accept the rabid Twitter hounds (et al) who would not accept me or Havrilesky or anyone else that doesn't fit their woefully misguided idea of personhood. accept, but always keep a rolled-up newspaper at hand

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not my gif just randomly taken out of google

pairing: thor x reader

warnings: it’s nsfw, if you squint, there’s a bit of a breeding kink. 

a/n: twice in the same week??? i feel so proud of myself xD but i am hopeful you will enjoy it! leave likes, reblogs or maybe some comments if you do. 

word count: about 1,5k. a quick little ditty.

It was the last thing you should be doing. 

Still, as your hips ground against his, you couldn’t find in yourself to think why it was so bad. You were both in need of releasing tension. What a better way to do that if not in bed? Sure, it wasn’t healthy. Most of the time you hated each other. Always bickering, with bitter remarks about battle stances. You’d say he was always relying on his hammer instead of having a proper fight technique and he’d reply you weren’t exactly playing on muscle strength when using your sorceress powers. It would go on forever if the others wouldn’t chime in saying you were being annoying. 

Much to your surprise, you found him alone drinking. It’d been a rough week. You shouldn’t be so baffled he’d turn to alcohol when you were about to do the same. Sitting side by side, a few drinks on you, you realised he wasn’t so bad after all. Thor could be a nice company if he wanted to. Lighthearted jokes and pearly white smiles. Tomorrow you’d blame it on being intoxicated, but you were, doubtlessly, into him. 

The invite over to your home hadn’t been awkward. Thor accepted it without even blinking twice. An arm wrapping around your shoulders as you both swayed your way out of the dimly lit club. Neither could drive, so you walked. His skin against yours was electrical. Literally. You winced in pain when the shock first hit you, hearing his hoarse voice apologise, thick in his own inebriation. 

Your place wasn’t far. After a few minutes long walk, you were there, fumbling with the keys, trying to get the right one in the lock. As soon as the door clicked closed, he pressed you against it, the lips you fancied kissing on your neck, his warm tongue on your skin, sucking, marking while his hands squeezed your bare arms. It was a summer night, so you were dressed in short Levi’s shorts and an off-shoulder beige shirt.

A strangled sound slipped when he pulled in down, revealing the black strapless bra you had on. You’d be in serious trouble with your neighbours, because the way Thor kept touching you, you simply couldn’t tone it down, moans growing louder as his beard burned each little bit of skin it touched. As if you weren’t in enough trouble as it was, hooking up with a colleague. This sort of thing was forbidden, a sane bit of your brain tried to convince you. But the horny one shrugged it off. 

For a few moments, you just made out. His hands pulled you up to wrap your legs around him, your nails digging into his back, within his white t-shirt, as your lips were entangled, a mess of saliva and tongues. There was nothing sweet. Or romantic. This was all about tension. And boy did you two had a lot of it. His hard-on pressed against you just right. You rolled back against him, borderlining a scream. 

He hooks his fingers to the cups of your bra, pulling so your boobs spill out. The kneading is hard, you almost whimper in pain, but it sends a tingle down to your core, where you’re sure you’re a sopping mess by now. Thor’s mouth starts sucking on one of your nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A syrupy feeling clouds your brain, and you found yourself whispering his name over and over. 

Effortlessly he takes you to the bedroom, questioning in a half snarl where it was, so you point towards it, shaky. Your back falls to the soft sheets you’ve set your bed with, a loud squeal slipping from you, and again when he rips the shorts in half, showing the purple panties you were wearing. A plea for him to not do the same to your shirt falls from your lips.

There’s a mirror in front of your bed, in which you can visualise your state. Your lips are swollen, hair all frizzy and out of place. Both your shirt and bra are pooled by your waistline. The remains of your shorts fall off when you stand up, to remove them properly. Thor does the same, stripping off the white shirt and dark jeans, kicking off the sneakers as well. 

You watch, holding your breath. He’s so gorgeous. Tight and muscly. He feels like he’s made out of marble. A greek god embodied. Deep blue eyes stare at you then, eating you alive, like a hunter does its prey. You swallow hard, chewing your bottom lip, quaking in anticipation. Breathing comes out in ragged pants as he walks in your direction. 

His voice whispers a “c’mere.”, low, raspy. You’re putty, unsure if your legs will support you any longer, but they do. This man radiates heat, you feel warm all over, though you aren’t sure if it has to do with his body heat or your own arousal. Slick is dripping from you. 

"So wet for me…" He grunts, biting down on your bottom lip, "Tell me, how do you want me?" 

Your lips part. You weren't expecting that. He'd been leading all along, calling the shots. And you've allowed him to do so. The tip of his fingers brush your clit, and your forehead falls to his chest, a hand on his forearm, trying to support yourself. 

It's gentle, the way he's touching you. A thumb circling your nub, the tip of his index finger on your wet entrance, teasing. Your grip on him tightens. 

"I want your fingers, inside me," You manage to say, your mouth open against the tanned skin of his chest, "Please." 

The index slides easily to the knuckle and you roll your eyes. He doesn't rush, going in… Then out. A soft moan slips from you. It pains you that he's going so slow, the throbbing intensifying every time his palm hits your clit and the finger inside curls, touching you ever so intimately. 

"More," Again, it sounds pathetic, a needy girl, "I can take more than that. Please give me more than that." 

There's no need to look at him to know he has a smug grin on his face. You've known him for too long to not know it. Nevertheless, he complies, sliding another one, not once changing the speed. Goosebumps prickled your skin, you were almost crying with how much you needed him. 

He pulls out the second he realises your breathing getting irregular, your teeth biting harder on his peck. You were just on the edge. It's no surprise a groan bubbles on your throat, he chuckles, stealing a kiss from you. 

In the weak light of your room, you've never seen a man so handsome. Blond hair dishevelled, pink lips plump and parted. His body, a wonder.  

"Want you to cum around me." Thor whispers, hoisting you up again, back pressed to the wall. "Are you going to be good for me, sweetheart?" 

His eyes are glossy with desire, underneath you, you feel his dick, hard and throbbing. The air was heavy with desire. Of course you wanted him inside you, stretching and filling you up. So you tell him, breathlessly, "Yes". Thor seems to swell with pride, he loves having that effect on you. 

The room spins when he pushes inside, it's better than you thought it'd be. Your hands grasp his broad shoulders, it's a hopeful way to cope with everything that you're feeling. You could swear even your insides were twitching. 

Much like his fingers, he goes in and out slowly. Grunting like an enraged animal against your neck, squeezing your ass, leaving hand prints behind for sure, bringing your hips toward his with a slap. 

You mumble his name, bringing his head up for a sloppy kiss, your hands securing his cheeks, a burn feeling against your palms. No one had even come closer to making you feel this way, trembling with each snap of his, the subtle bump against your clit as he tried to sink deeper into you. 

"Gonna' cum," Blinded your pleasure, you throw your head back. "So fucking hard." 

"Come on, baby girl, around me, yeah?" His nose nudges your cheek, him too is getting sloppier. 

It's overwhelming when it does happen. A rubber band snapping, and you scream, scratching your nails down his back. Shaking. Lucky you his grip was strong, grounding in place, otherwise you would've fallen to the group, your whole body turning to Jell-O. 

"F-fuck," You stutter, feeling him still rutting, searching for his own release. 

"I'll fill you up," Thor says, rough, "Fill you with my babies. Gonna' swell your belly with them." 

Somewhere inside you, you know it's wrong, you can barely stand each other, but at this point you don't mind. An itching to feel him spend himself inside you, feel hot and wet, filled up with his cum. Which happens soon, you know it's cornering him when he squeezes your waistline. 

Then he caves. And lets out a sound that makes you clench. Hot. That was what he was. A bloody handsome guy who had made you fall apart like it was your regular Thursday. And when he places you in bed, wrapping himself around your body, there's a sense of familiarity you can't shake it off. 

Maybe tomorrow you'll regret it. Tonight, though, tonight you're gonna live like there's no tomorrow.