#hadn't realized the other one had passed 1k... that's nice

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

I posted 8,123 times in 2022

That's 1,044 more posts than 2021!

34 posts created (0%)

8,089 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@someasoiafart

@mariedemedicis

@hylialeia

@fortunate-hal

@phoenix

I tagged 8,109 of my posts in 2022

#queue and me we're in this together now - 8,042 posts

#asoiaf - 5,703 posts

#asoiaf art - 4,399 posts

#excellent - 1,976 posts

#lovely - 1,364 posts

#asoiaf graphics - 944 posts

#house of the dragon - 940 posts

#sansa stark - 524 posts

#lololol - 510 posts

#fancasting - 498 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#dunno if “a familicide” is a title in the same way “a regicide” is? oh oed says “parricide” was the word though it usually means father now

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

"Peace", by rhett_77/@rhe77, posted to tumblr with the permission of the artist.

383 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#4

Ok, so, this is probably ridiculous, and I can't believe I have a House of the Dragon theory before it even airs (I can barely believe I have a HOTD theory at all), but...

Since the release of The Princess and the Queen in 2013, and through everything published about the Dance of the Dragons since then (TRP, TWOIAF, F&B), it's known that Daemon and Aemond Targaryen have a lot of parallels. Besides the most obvious point of their names (just move the D, lol), they're both hotheaded, vengeful, kinslayers, brutal and ruthless, excellent swordsmen, more martial and physically active than their kingly older brother who they were nevertheless devoted to... culminating in their final showdown in the Battle Over the Gods Eye, the aging older model vs the would-be "new hotness". Though a major difference is that fandom tends to treat Aemond as far more of a pretentious wannabe, a bad Xerox copy with his marysueish sapphire eye and ooh so hardcore dialogue, generally disliked while Daemon is beloved (or at least opinions are far more split), the Darkstar to his Oberyn.

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399 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#3

He didn’t break his oath but he broke my heart 💔 - by Rachel Hoo (raychelwho)

936 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#2

"But Rhaenyra's heir was a bastard! That means the Greens were right to support Aegon II instead of her!"

So you're telling me, if Rhaenyra had by chance married Harwin Strong, and he was her only husband, and she had 5 very legitimate dark-haired sons with him... Alicent would've just sat back and let Rhaenyra take the throne instead of Aegon? Criston would have? Otto would have? All the other lords of Westeros would have preferred a woman as ruling Queen, instead of the king's son?

Well. That's news to GRRM, because in an early version of the Dance, Rhaenyra was married to a Strong, and had three legitimate kids with him... and the Dance of the Dragons still happened.

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1,119 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

When I first met him... he was the most gallant of lovers. He knew so many things. He delighted in sharing his knowledge. He had a castle full of treasures, and he took such pleasure in showing them, giving them to me. He was so gentle, and his skin felt like white silk against my skin. And I gave what I could give to one such as he. When we made love, it was like a flame: I felt utterly engulfed, utterly loved. Treasured. I have been with many poets, many dreamers... but his love alone was ice and fire. His eyes were stars.

Calliope, in The Sandman #71, by Neil Gaiman

4,271 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

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[lyak12]

Lucy bronze x reader. They just had a tough game and reader had a lot of back pain and Lucy helps her and massages her and takes care of her. Some fluff :)

I have your back

A/N: This was just so cute. Again it's not very long, only about 1k words, and I'm honestly half asleep right now so I don't know if this is any good but I couldn't help but see how Lucy would see right through readers facade at this req. Not proofread, and again, I'm a bit rusty, but still, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None I can think of, if you see something lmk:)

It's your first season playing for Barça and you love it. Especially since you're reunited with your girlfriend again. Lucy and you play both for the English national team and have been dating for over two years now.

As Lucy had moved to Barcelona about a year into your relationship, you had been scared that your relationship wouldn't last, but you quickly realized that your love had known no distance.

Nevertheless, as the opportunity arose for you to join her in Barcelona, you had jumped on it, and it's been the best decision you made.

Life with Lucy in Barcelona is great. The weather is unbelievable and the food to die for.

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It's is your second time starting for Barça and since you were one of the best teams in the league, you hadn't expected the game to be so rough. Not rough in the team is super strong, but rough in you felt like you're playing rugby.

It's around the 70th minute, Barcelona is in the lead with 6:0 as you jump up for the header. It's a beautiful pass from Lucy and it finds you perfectly. However, before you can even head the ball in, you feel a player from the other team jumping in your back.

You fall to the ground without being able to really catch yourself, landing mostly on your back, which causes the wind to get knocked out of you.

You groan as you try to catch your breath. For a moment, everything is black. As you open your eyes again a moment later, the first thing you see are your girlfriend's worried eyes.

"Are you okay y/n/n? That was an ugly fall", Lucy asks, worried, her northern accent coming out thickly when she's worried. "Yeah, I think so", you say and try to sit up. Your back is killing you.

The medics come running towards you to make sure you're alright and didn't get injured in the fall. They notice you're still breathing a bit shallow, but from what they can tell, nothing is seriously wrong. They help you up, and you stretch your back slightly.

You stay on the field, partly because you are too stubborn to admit you are in pain and partly because you feel like you need to prove yourself on the new team. "Are you sure?", Lucy asks, worried but you just nod.

Your back is in agony the rest of the game, but you push through. As the game is over and you win 7:0, you can't help but celebrate with the others on the team. However, Lucy can look right through your facade.

She keeps a hand on your back gently and makes sure you take it easy without causing much attention. After a nice hot shower, all of you get dressed and get back on the bus to drive back.

You wince slightly as you sit down, the bus seat certainly not helping your back. Lucy just smiles sadly before patting her lap. Normally, she's a bit more reserved in front of the team, but right now, her whole focus is on getting you as comfortable as possible until you're home.

You curl up on her and end up dozing off a little. The drive back luckily wasn't that long back to the headquarters. Once you all got off, Alexia and a few others asked, "Do you guys wanna get some food with us?".

Lucy knows you'd never tell your new captain no, so she's quick to answer, "Not tonight, I think we'll call it an early night and get some well needed recovery done. Thank you, though. You guys have fun." Alexia just nods with a smile, knowing how important recovery is for Lucy's knee.

That Lucy is feeling completely fine is beside the point.

"Why did you turn them down?", you ask softly, trying to appear tough, but Lucy sees right through you. "Because you're in pain, love. And I'd rather spend the rest of the night to make you feel better than going out to eat", Lucy says as she kisses your forehead, and you just smile softly.

The way home is not far, thankfully, and once you're in the privacy of your apartment, you can no longer keep the facade up. "Bloody hell, this hurts", you say as you lean on the kitchen counter. "Yeah, that was a pretty rough fall. I can't believe you kept playing after that", Lucy says, gently rubbing over your shoulder.

"Don't act like you wouldn't have", you say with a raised eyebrow as you look at your girlfriend. "Guilty, but we both know I would've gotten an earful from you as soon as we were home", Lucy says with a chuckle, and you just laugh slightly before you wince. Laughing hurts.

"Come on. Let's get you on the bed so I can massage your back", Lucy says, gently ushering you to the bedroom. "Luce, you don't have to. You must be tired and.. ", you try to argue, but Lucy interrupts, "Close that cute mouth and lay down on the bed, take off your shirt. This is not up for debate."

You know that tone, so you do as you're told and lay down on the bed on your stomach, top less. Before you know it, you feel Lucy straddle your thighs as she spreads some oil on your back and starts massaging.

You normally love Lucy's hands on you, but at the beginning, with your muscles being so tense, it's just painful. You can't help but groan a few times, and Lucy says gently, "I know, I'm sorry. Try to relax, baby."

Eventually, you do relax, and your tense muscles are starting to loosen up. By the time Lucy feels accomplished with her massage, you were fast asleep. This game took it out of you, and Lucy can't help but smile at you.

Kissing your head a few times, she gets ready for bed herself before crawling in with you and tucking you both in. You instinctively cuddle into her chest, and she just pulls you close, pressing a kiss on your forehead before mumbling, "I love you, sleep well, Baby."

[sweatandwoe]

from the fanfiction trop mash-up ask game - 20 and 86 👀

Teacher AU + I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On AU

No pairing was listed, but I'm gonna go ahead and assume it's the wife (terzo)

Tags: MDNI, Terzo x F!Reader, Suggestive, Teacher!Terzo, mention of balls, mention of sex. Around 1k words drabbles I said

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You should've been happy to take night lessons. And at first, you had been, you had joined a bit later in life, and the opportunity to still learn spells was an exciting one. The textbooks had even been read before the lessons started, you had been that excited.

Until you realized there was going to be a problem with the teacher. Papa Emeritus the third, was now retired from his Papa duties and had taken over the magic lessons for this class. It was usually Secondo, but the man had decided to take a break from it to do other clergy duties, so it had fallen onto Terzo. The man was a good teacher, you gave him that, he was respectful and kind. You weren't even doing poorly in the classes either, the lesson plan was great.

It was more just that he was horribly distracting.

He wore black slacks, which wouldn't have been a problem, but they were tight enough you swore sometimes you could see the outline of his balls, let alone the shape of his ass. He was always wearing dress shirts, wanting to appear professional, but he'd roll them up to his elbows, exposing his forearms and the slight hair on top of them.

Not to mention the glasses he'd put on whenever he was reading from one of the ancient textbooks. The worst was when he'd have them on, and lean against his desk. One hand splayed over the wood, while the other held the book. Glasses lowered so when he gazed up, he'd just be looking over them.

It should not have been so hot, especially given he was probably twenty years older than you, but he is horribly hot. An unfortunate situation that had you always taking a seat at the back so you could actually focus on the lesson and not on him.

This sucked. It sucked. You just wanted to pass and be normal again, instead, you were busy studying twice as hard because your thoughts would always drift off to those nice forearms, or mismatched eyes.

Luckily night lessons would be done soon. An examination would be held next week that you were quite sure you would pass, and then you'd be free of him. You had spent the entire time making sure to avoid his gaze, leaving the classroom quickly while other siblings of sin attempted to flirt with the retired Papa. So far it had worked, he from what you could tell, hadn't given you a second glance. He had no idea of how many times you'd go straight to your room after a lesson and press your back to the door, undoing your pants because there is no time to make it to the bed, not when you're-

There's a call of your name, right before the end of the lesson. You already know who called and so you don't dare look up. "Sorella," Terzo adds on after a moment, while you pretend to be writing down a note. "Stay after class today. I would like a word."

And all you can do is nod. Still not looking at him, but acknowledging him. He moves to answer a Brother's question, and you can feel sweat start dripping down your back. No, no, no - he had figured it out. He had to have. How the fuck had he figured it out?

Thoughts scramble in your head, but before you can try to attempt to unravel that answer, class ends. Terzo shoos out any would-be admirers and you remain at your desk. Staring down at it.

You can hear a sigh, before the tap of his shoes. You see them first, and he leans against the chair in front of you. "Sorella." His tone is horribly serious for this, and you swallow. One hand moves to your desk, and it finally draws your gaze up to him. Only to see that he looks, concerned. Very concerned in fact. "Have I made you uncomfortable during these lessons?"

You blink. Once, and then twice. What?

"This is probably the first time you've made eye contact with me the past two months since we started. I need to know if I have made you uncomfortable Sorella and how to fix it if I have. I never meant to make you feel like this."

"Papa-" You start, cutting yourself off because no. "I'm just shy. You haven't done anything wrong." That wasn't a total lie, you were shy, but you were shyer about getting caught staring at his ass whenever he bent down to pick up chalk.

He stares down at you, his brow furrowing. Green and white eye swim with sadness, and he leans in just a little. Enough you can smell his woodsy cologne. "You're sure? Sorella, if you don't want to talk to me about this-"

"I'm fine, Papa. You're not in trouble or anything."

Now he's frowning, leaning back. His arms cross and you are very consciously trying not to stare at his forearms. Always those damned rolled-up sleeves. "So what are you so shy then about? Just talking with an authority figure?"

You glance away and nod. Trying not to think about how often you've thought of him in the past eight weeks.

"Sorella," and you glance back at him. His gaze is narrowed down at you. "Tell me the truth. If I'm making a student uncomfortable, I don't want to be teaching the night classes anymore."

That got you. Terzo seemed to love teaching, he enjoyed speaking and answering questions. You couldn't do this and take that away from him. "I guess I am a little. But not cause of you, because of... me."

"You're uncomfortable with me because of yourself?" You nod. "How?"

And then your face goes all warm. You fidget with your fingers for a moment, before taking a deep breath. "You're very handsome and I find it distracting."

Silence.

Well fuck. Now your cheeks are burning from that confession, staring at a wall nearby with absolutely nothing on it. "Papa, can I leave? Please?"

There's a pause, and then you feel fingers suddenly against your jaw. You stare at Terzo while he moves to cup your jaw, thumb, and finger digging into your cheeks. The white is nearly glowing in the growing darkness of the room. A smirk makes his face look even sharper, working more with the contours of his paints."You want me, Sorella? For weeks? This is why you won't meet my gaze? "

Your cheeks warm and you part your lips. Only you can't answer because, once your lips part, his thumb leaves your cheek to press down on your tongue. Your eyes widen, and Terzo watches. So very intrigued while your tongue flexes against the digit and he presses down a little harder, keeping your mouth open. You don't object to it and that has his smirk softening a little, turning into more of a sharp smile.

"I'll have you know, Sorella, you had nothing to worry about. Secondo made me promise not to bed any students while they are in lessons. But my thoughts have been filled with you for the past few weeks, so worried I made you uncomfortable when that was the opposite I've wanted since we started this class. My sweet, studious girl." He leans in close but doesn't move to face you, instead he tilts himself to go to the side of your head instead. Teeth nip the shell of your ear, while you gasp, and he chuckles. Warm puffs of air hit the skin along your ear and neck. Little droplets forming. "You had better pass next week's examination, so I can give us what we both want after."

Then his thumb slides out of your mouth, and he leans back. He brings his thumb, glistening with your spit, up to his lips and gives it a kitten lick.

Your underwear is definitely soaked now, yep.

He smiles at your expression. "Go on then, Sorella. Go study, and then after that test is done I'll be sure to give you a very thorough examination of my own."

"Yes, Papa."

"Out then."

You gather your things quickly, excitement racing through you. The blood is pumping through your veins and you lean over to grab your bag and -

There's a gentle smack against your ass before he runs a hand, Satan below his hands were so big, over it. You make a choked-back noise and he laughs, removing his hand. "Don't touch yourself for the next week, Cara. I want to savor each little noise you make when you're mine next week."

You shudder, standing up straight. His hand does not leave your ass, smirking at you again now. "Yes, Papa. I won't touch myself."

"That's my good girl." It's a growl, and there's one more smack on your ass before you leave. "One week, Sorella." He calls after, as though you were missing an assignment. But when you glance back, you can see he is fully staring at your ass now as you walk out of the classroom.

What a pervert, you think, face warm and feeling your soaked cunt dripping down through your underwear, smearing on your inner thighs. Luckily, you were definitely into that.

And you were definitely going to pass this exam.

[bylightofdawn]

WIP Sunday Monday

I managed a little under 1K tonight so I'm going to take that W.

This scene is pretty spoiler free so I'm going to post it. Mij and Jango continue to have an interesting dynamic in that I feel like Mij is so frank and no-bullshit that he doesn't mince words with Jango and he appreciates it which in turn makes him prone to opening up to him more than other people he's closer to. Because....teenagers. Well that, and sometimes you just want an adult to talk to you like you're not a child.

Jaster and Plo continue to be the worst-kept secret in the True Mandalorians to boot.

Standard warnings apply, super rough draft, I haven't even looked at what I'm posting so it might be utter shit.

But I DID discover a new synthwave mix on Spotify to listen to while writing so that's exciting. I also did not realize that Tangerine Dream who wrote the ORIGINAL Legend soundtrack is considered synthwave or one of the precursors and that just explains so much about why I love this genre so much. I owned that shit on tape. Loved By the Sun is still one of my favorite songs ever. Also Tron: Legacy soundtrack falls into it too that's hands down my favorite movie soundtrack ever. The fact Daft Punk only wrote two movie soundtracks before they broke up is one of my greatest musical sad points. Actually, I was wrong I thought they did another movie beyond Tron: Legacy but I guess they only wrote that one. Even worse. :( I like Daft Punk but I'm not a HUGE Daft Punk or EDM fan in general. I appreciate it and enjoy a lot of it. My twenties were very much into bands like Infected Mushroom and a lot of random ass European house and trance bands but I kinda floated out of the scene after that. But Tron: Legacy soundtrack was on a whole other level. Synthwave definitely scratches that born and raised on 80's movies electronic soundtrack itch very nicely that I have.

I'm gonna put the laptop away and try and convince my brain to stfu so I can try and sleep now.

By the time Mij made it back to base, some semblance of order had been restored. Myles was passed out on the couch with his head laying in Jango’s lap. The boy’s eyes were red-rimmed and he still looked upset but he’d composed himself somewhat Mij was a little worried that his hand hadn't strayed from the blaster sitting next to him on the couch.

“Where’s Jaster?” Mij asked, making an effort to try and keep the bark from his question despite his own uncertain temper. He had no karking clue what was going on and it was starting to piss him off.

“Downstairs talking to the other delegates, I think he’s trying to put a hunting party together for Montross.”

“Fine, that’ll keep him busy. How are you, verd’ika? What about Myles? What the hell happened to him?”

Jango’s mouth condensed to a grim, bloodless slash and Mij knew he wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of him. So he busied himself with pulling out a scanner and started to monitor the unconscious Kiffar’s vitals.

They were all strong and steady thankfully. He found no overt sign of injury which only puzzled him further.

“I take if your father wanted you to stay here and make sure Myles was okay?”

“Yeah, it’s dumb. Montross isn’t going to come here.”

“He won’t but if he were to contact Death Watch and warn them we’re down three people they might decide to get ballsy and press their luck. I’m sure the thought has crossed your father’s mind.”

“I’m not a useless kid.” Jango spat that last word like it was something filthy or unclear.

“Jango, he’s not treating you like a child. He’s trusted you to guard your friend and superior officer’s back.”

“Don’t patronize me, Mij. I screwed up and Montross got away because of it.”

“That I can’t speak of since I kinda came in halfway through. Let’s say you’re right and you did screw up. What can you learn from that mistake and how you can you avoid repeating it?” Mij asked gently and stowed his scanning unit away.

“ If you want my opinion? I think you’re so desperate to prove yourself that you’re potentially taking risks you don’t need to. Maybe that’s just inexperience, maybe just dumb teenage impetuousness.”

“I was just so angry. He tried to have me killed. I knew he didn’t like me but I didn’t know he hated me that much.” There was a strange note of wounded vulnerability in the teenage boy’s voice and Mij was reminded once again just how young Jango was in a lot of ways.

Having grown up outside the Mandalorian culture, even he struggled at times with understanding letting a teenager like Jango being exposed to the dangers of an active campaign but there was also the politics and other dangers beyond avoiding getting your head blown off by an enemy blaster bolt.

It was one thing to have an enemy try and kill you, another to have a supposed ally apparently hire a Death Watch assassin to try and kill you supposedly because you were in the way of whatever stupid political machinations you had.

“I don’t know kid. I don’t know what the hell is going on anymore.”

Stars, he wasn’t a man who was prone to violence but in that moment, if Montross had been in the room he would have shot the son of a bantha-karker in the gut and let him bleed out in gruesome agony.

Mij could only imagine what was going through Jaster’s head right now but judging by the kill order he’d just put out, it wasn’t anything good.

“Come on, I think between the two of us, we can move him into his room. He’ll probably be more comfortable there. I can set up an IV drip easier there too.” He didn’t mention he didn’t particularly want them to stay here, exposed and with nothing to prevent a opportunistic Death Watch member from trying to snipe them from the still broken window.

Mij could have carried Myles all on his own but he wanted to give Jango something to focus on. The boy seemed to consider it for a moment before nodding. He grabbed the blaster that had been sitting next to him on the couch and shoved it into the waistband of his lounge pants and carefully lifted Myles’s head from his lap so he could climb to his feet.

“Do you think we should call Plo Koon?” Mij asked as he wrapped his arms underneath the younger Mandalorian’s shoulders while Jango picked up his feet.

A surprised look flashed across the boy’s face before he managed to lock down his expression into something more natural. “I don’t think Jaster would want that. I don’t think he told him we were hunting for Death Watch.”

“It’s not about what he wants, it’s about what he needs. I think having his Jedi around might help keep calmer heads prevailing right now.”

Jango grimaced at Mij calling Plo Jaster’s Jedi as they carried the unconscious Myles down the hallway towards the man’s room. He didn’t want to admit it but even the weight of carrying the other Mandalorian’s feet was making his stomach muscles twinge unpleasantly. He had the sneaking suspicion he had some new bruising courtesy of Montross’s rough treatment.

“So…you know then?”

“Wait? Was it supposed to be a secret? If so? That’s like the worst kept secret ever.”

The pained look on Jango’s face would have been laughable in any other circumstances.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Will u please write smth where steve gives the reader his sweatshirt at school because she’s cold?

Harrington [S. H]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 1k

A/N: I was watching an episode from the second season and I thought it would be nice if the reader and Steve were placed in this time. I hope you like it!

Winter had finally come to Hawkins. The snowflakes gently fell from the sky and painted the entire floor white, a beautiful sight to see when you are well wrapped up, which was not your case.

"I hate the cold, I hate the fucking cold," you sang, pressing your arms against your chest for some warmth. You had decided to wear only a long-sleeved shirt and it was too late to go home to get anything. Your only option was to go to the gym to find some forgotten sweater, but you'd rather be dead than do that.

“Y/N!” Someone called you from the other side. It was Dustin and next to him were the rest of the children.

"Hello, little one," you smiled, walking over to greet him with a hug. It was partly because you were happy to see him, partly because you wanted to gain some heat “Will! Nice to see you. Are you back from your medical sessions?”

"Yesterday"

"And how do you feel?"

"Better" he smiled at you. They were very sweet children and whenever you had a chance you talked to them, earning ridicule from most people of your generation. But you didn't care, because you had been through horrible things that only you two knew about and that, somehow, had brought you closer together.

"Are you cold?" Lucas scoffed, watching you shiver a little.

"I thought this shirt was going to be enough, but I see not," you exclaimed, a little disappointed. "Doesn't one of you have an extra sweater hidden to borrow?"

"I have one," said a voice, definitely deeper than the children in front of you. When you turned around, you realized that it was Steve Harrington "It's in the trunk of my car"

"What were you doing eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"I was just passing by, but if you don't want it..."

"I do," you added, feeling a little silly all of a sudden. Since the earlier incidents with those monsters, you had started talking to the boy more and realized that he was nice. I mean, more than before, because when you met him, he was a complete jerk.

Steve nodded and walked back the way he'd come, leaving you alone with them, and you quickly heard Mike sneer.

"He likes you!"

"Shut up, wasn't he dating your sister?"

"Not anymore, they had a fight a long time ago and she left him"

"Really?" you asked between your teeth. You weren't happy that they had broken up, but you'd be lying to say that you hadn't taken a little interest in Steve and this gave you a small chance.

Mike didn't have time to reply before he came back, handing you a gray garment. It was from his basketball uniform, it had the tigers' shield stamped on it and… oh, God.

"It's the only thing I have, I promise it's clean" he clarified, seeing that you put it in your torso.

"Okay," you replied, trying to downplay the fact that you had 'Harrington' written on the back, along with his player number. "You didn't have to, but I appreciate it. I'll give it back to you at the end of the classes"

“No problem” he replied kindly “Good luck. See you guys."

He started walking in the direction of the entrance and you followed him with your eyes while you smiled. The fabric of the sweater was soft and smelled like the boy, but above all it was tremendously warm.

"Y/N has a boyfriend, Y/N has a boyfriend" the children sang and you were about to hit them on the head (obviously without too much force) but the ringing of the bell saved them.

All day you walked around in the boy's sweater, earning prying eyes and hearing the students whisper. After all, Steve was a personality at school and now it wasn't easy to miss seeing you wearing his clothes. Still, you didn't care; it was comfortable and served the main purpose of keeping you warm.

At the end of the day, you found the boy in the parking lot and sprinted to catch up with him before he got into his car.

"Hey" he exclaimed, with his charming smile "What's up?"

"I'm here to return your sweater" you murmured, watching him. But when you were about to lower your hands to take it off, he stopped you.

"You do not have to do it. It’s still cold” he argued. His hands were on yours and you didn't know when the distance between you had become so short.

"Why are you nice to me?" you said suddenly. Steve frowned.

"What do you mean?"

“I don't know, it's just… we don't talk much” you ventured to say and he took a moment to think about how to respond.

"No, but I saw you shaking a little in the morning and thought it would be nice to help out a friend," she exclaimed, shrugging.

"I understand" you smiled, pleased with the answer "So we are friends?"

“I thought it was made clear when we fought those things together. You know, faceless and like huge, ugly people"

“I remember” you laughed. How could you forget?

“Are you going to walk home?”

"As usual"

"Do you want me to take you? It's on the way, and so you don't get cold” he murmured. You didn't know he had become so chivalrous, but you enjoyed the gesture anyway.

"Sure" you managed to say, approaching the passenger door and entering.

For the rest of the week, all of Hawkins High School talked about you and Steve, spreading rumors that you were in a relationship. And well, over time, the rumors became true.

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[andsheloved]

YAYY HAPPY DRABBLE DAY BESTIE

this week will you please give us another super fluffy loki drabble with #13 from your ‘ways to say i love you’ prompt list 🥰🥰

as always pls take all the time you need or discard this if it doesn’t inspire you! have a v lovely day miss madeline queen of fluff i love u sm 🌷

mia i know i have already said this but this request made me scream and jump and dance around my apartment for a minute because it's simply. so cute. my heart. also... queen of fluff... i'm crying please you are too nice mwauh please take this forehead kiss :)) this made my soul so very happy and i hope you enjoy this my dear, mwauh!!

pairing ~ loki x gn!reader

word count ~ 1k

prompt ~ #13: asking for hugs and kisses from you out of the blue

warnings ~ pre-dating fluff, touch starved loki(??), minor awkwardness, mutual pining.

You could never quite put your finger on why you found Loki of all people so glued to your side, not that you minded, but for someone so characteristically distant and cold towards others, it was a bit of a shock to say the least.

You remembered the first day you had met him, the rest of the team had briefed you on the god before he came in, as if you hadn't been watching the news when all that happened, and you couldn't help the small, chilling shiver that ran up your spine when he finally walked through the conference room door.

There was an air of self assured confidence when he entered, a slight sneer on his face as he quickly scanned the room.

You assumed that someone like him would stand at the back of the room as opposed to sitting with everyone else. Even if no one had told you, you would've assumed he was royalty just from the way he towered above everyone else.

His eyes widened slightly and you hurriedly turned your gaze, mindlessly tapping a pencil on the table as if you hadn't been openly ogling the man just seconds ago. Your heartbeat quickened, watching his shadow from the corner of your eye as he sauntered around the large table, thoughtlessly passing the other members of the team in their chairs,. Just when you thought he would pause, when he would settle himself in the distant, dreary corner, he continued.

It was then when you realized the empty chair to the left of you.

You had to actively stop the anxious whimper that threatened to escape your lips as the chair beside you was pulled from under the table.

"May I?" His smooth voice had you turning embarrassingly fast in your chair to face him.

"Of course" You smiled, before quickly turning back to face the front of the room.

You heard the quiet hum of satisfaction that rumbled through him as he adjusted himself in his seat.

You weren't afraid of him, not even after all the dramatic prank horror stories Thor always managed to bring up at every gathering. Not even after you had seen him lurking in the shadows at every party, meticulously examining the crowd as if he were some sort of vampire looking for his next victim. Not even after all the videos Tony would show you of New York, warning you to be careful around him.

You weren't scared, though your heart still thundered in your ears regardless, and you prayed he didn't have some super-godlike-hearing that Thor negated to tell you about.

Just as Steve was about to begin the meeting, your breath hitched in your throat at the hushed, but still recognizable sound of a chair scooting across the floor beside you reached your ears.

Your eyes flickered to look beside you, and sure enough, he was there.

It was barely noticeable really, and you probably wouldn't have noticed it if you hadn't heard the quiet shuffle of his chair.

You saw how his face still remained that, solid, focused expression like nothing had happened at all.

Maybe nothing did happen.

The room felt a little warmer though.

It seemed like forever had passed since that moment, and though his surprising touchiness had gotten bolder and more apparent, it still never failed to catch you off guard.

The first time he asked you, the world's temperature seemed to spike in seconds.

He had just returned from a mission, and you could tell his exhaustion by how he trudged over to you, his shoulders slumping as he collapsed onto the couch beside you.

His arms and legs were draped over the side of the couch, his head only inches from your lap.

"Welcome back." You cheerfully whispered in the darkness, it was much too late for you to speak any louder.

He grumbled something unintelligible into the fabric of the couch in response.

"Rough time?"

Loki finally, begrudgingly pulled his head up to finally look at you. "Very."

You hummed at his answer, continuing to flip carelessly through your book.

You could feel his eyes still glued to you, and the sensation made you squirm as you placed your book on the side table.

He had a tendency to stare sometimes, not unlike some of the others that lived in the tower, but this time it felt different, more pointed, as he studied you.

"Could I-" He sighed, "May I hug... You?"

His voice sounded small and almost fearful as he spoke, you weren't sure if you had ever heard him like this.

Being completely honest with yourself, you wouldn't have minded if he just fell onto your lap in the first place, but there was something undeniably charming about his shyness over the question.

"Yeah-" You answered, much too quickly for your own liking as you cleared your throat, "Sure." You finally sputtered.

He pushed himself from his original position, now sitting up beside you. "Are you certain?" He asked, turning to you, "If you aren't comforta-"

"Loki, I'm sure." You interrupted, smiling.

You looked at his face, his darkened under eyes told you everything you needed to know.

He needed this.

He swallowed, and you watched as he slowly reached his hands out to touch you, hesitating for a second.

You saw how his eyes lingered on his hands for a moment, before they flickered up to you, silently asking for your permission to touch you.

Your heart broke for him, how long had it been since someone had allowed him the comfort of touch?

"I'm sure." You repeated, nodding softly.

He slowly reached for you, languidly leaning into you as he snaked his arms around you.

His head rested on your shoulder when his arms finally settled around your torso. You expected some sort of nervous energy to stop you from giving into the embrace, but despite the fact you two had never hugged before, something about his arms around you felt right, like this moment was just waiting to happen ever since your first meeting.

In the silence, if you listened closely enough, you swore you could hear his heartbeat.

And it was just as fast as yours.

i am sending every single loki hug your way my dear!! literally every single one. no take backs. i hope you enjoyed this one mwauh all my hugs to you always!!

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[min-yunki-agustd]

Day: 11

messy

Request: how about joon with food poisoning and he's really weak and pale and shaky and he's trying to hide it but the boys notice and he's vomiting and having bowel issues and he's in so much pain and so overwhelmed that he starts crying and the boys comfort him and rub his stomach to make him feel better

sickie: Namjoon

caretaker: ot6 caretakers

tw: mentioons of emeto , nausea, graphic descriptionn of vomitng,kinda scat

word count : 1k

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Namjoon's body leaped forward, towards the toilet. Unleashing a painfully strong surge of sick. Slashing the water below and the toilet seat. Namjoon sees the sick splattered onto the porcelain. He's not sure if his stomach will be stronger enough to clean that up. He can't even look at the mess he's made. Another round climbs urgently up his throat. It's forced passed his lips. He moves closer to the toilet switching sitting positions hoping to make his knees more comfortable. A sickening splash echo's the tiled walls. He feels more sick brewing in his stomach. He stays stiff and crouched. He wastes no time at all. He forces himself to cough, trying to promote the sick to come faster. He knows he's quickly running out of time. He's been in the bathroom far too long and most likely the members are waiting for him. Not starting the movie without him. The next round came up faster and harder than he thought it would. He held on to his aching stomach with one hand, trying to give it some relief from the painful squeezes. His stomach gives him a break, which he uses to pull on his shirt trying to let air threw. His stomach surprises him and his head is back over the toilet. Once the painful round is over, he throws his head back. leaning back until his head, then the body makes contact with the wall behind him. He waits patiently for his stomach to calm a bit. Once it does he'll get up and join the others. He tells himself. He's aching all over and his stomach hurts badly. He can't remember if it felt this bad the last time he had food poisoning. The wall behind him is killing his aching back, he used this as an excuse to get up and join the others. Before leaving he leans over the sink and douches his face in cold water. The water felt nice on his damp skin.

When He got back it felt like all eye's where on him. He wasn't sure if it was true he had his head down. He was a bit dizzy and his stomach ached when it jostled after a wobbly step. He sat down carefully on the couch. Careful not to upset his stomach any further. The members would know for sure something was up if he ran straight back to the bathroom. Once sat, his body shook, but not from the freezing room. He tried his best to keep his shakes to a minimum but it was not something he could really control. Jungkook Started up the movie. pressing the play button on the remote. namjooon hadn't the slightest idea of what type of movies they were going to watch or what it was all about. He didn't care. He hoped he would just catch some zzz's while resting on the couch. The movie had barely begun and he already had his eyes closed. It hadn't been longer than ten minutes into the movie and he was already knocked out. He was at peace for a while. That was until he was jostled away. but when he opened his eyes no one had movies with him. All the members were either watching or falling asleep as well. Completely awake he realized where the jostle came from when it happened again. it was from his lower stomach. The pain hit him hard causing him to yelp out. He curled in on himself as sweat began to pool on his face. Someone, presumably jungkook stopped the movie as several members crowded around Joon asking a hundred questions. "what was that?" Jimin asked rising from his seat. "Joon? are you ok?" jin says turning in his seat. taehyung who sat below Namjoon gave joons knee a pat. "hyung?" taehyung said as he did so. Namjoons lower stomach was in too much pain he couldn't answer anyone he had to get to a bathroom.

" He looks like he's gonna-" yoongi was interrupted. " get him to a bathroom Jin called out said. (interrupting yoons) feeling as though the others were moving fast enough, Jin himself guided joon up and off the couch. Namjoona stomach began seizing. He tried desperately to hold back both ends. namjooon is In so much pain he falls now to the ground mid-walk. He felt like he wasn't going to make it. sick slid down his throat and knocked on his back door. Jin and the others pull him up quickly. Hosoek sat on the couch unable to move or help. Their hands coving his ears trying hard to ignore the sickening sounds coming from the leader. Namjoon began to let out desperate dry heaves. his stomach unable to keep up with all the walking they were doing. Namjoon grabbed his stomach tightly and yelped as the jungkook and jin pulled him along the hall. " just a little further joon." Joon was about to say something but a surge of sick hit the floor instead. They didn't stop, they kept walking stepping off the sick that splattered onto the floor. " Keep going your almost there" namjoon wishes they'd just stop at least for a second. His stomach can't keep up with the movement. They were standing right in front of the toilet when namjoon yelled out painfully. " get out I can't wait. He was already dropping his bridges before Jin and jungkook made haste for the door. just as he sat down his stomach revolted. There was no holding back it hit him violently. He felt weak. He felt his mouth water and his stomach bubble. He gagged violently. before he could even gather the strength he knew he'd need to yell out for help Jin had already opened the door back up. " are you ok? do you need something? "

namjooon couldn't speak he had slapped his hand to his mouth. luckily Jin knew what that meant and quickly grabbed the small trash can out of the corner. Jin gave it to Joon and was about to quickly make his exit, but Joon called out for him to stay. So, he did rubbing the other back and let him know he was ok. Namjoon was in agony. It was hours before he could catch a break. He felt nauseous but empty giving off a dry gag every so often. Once he felt done, and he hadn't brought up anymore, he cleaned up and Jin helped him out of the bathroom and onto the couch. The members had prepared him a spot the lay, yoongi had prepared a warm cup of tea and there was another trash can waiting on the floor near his spot on the couch. he laid down. members accompanying him. though he felt done, for the time being, His midsection bubbled and his stomach turned with nausea, he felt tired achy, and now overwhelmed with pain, but the members stayed by his side and comforted him rubbing gently at his aching middle...

The End.....

[vypresuh]

out of the blue | s.r

summary: After sitting and waiting for your planned date to show up, you sadly realized after some time that you were stood up. But there was someone else nearby and ready to be your company.

pairings: steve rogers x fem!reader

tags: fluffy fluff fluffers ♡

word count: 1K

The diner you agreed to meet at established a sense of intimacy and elegance with the dimly lit orange lighting that dangled above in the form of chandeliers. The aroma of different food pallets and ingredients that crested over your nostrils filled you with excitement for the meals to come. You sat on the lower entry floor as the dining area was separated by another platform that overlooked the city. The restaurant was a little fancy for your tastes, especially with the polished wine glasses and fine china plates that accompanied every table, but it was a date after all. And he was treating, so who were you to refuse?

You sat comfortably within the confines of the leather-cushioned booth, eagerly sipping on the pink-tinted wine that the waiter had poured for you. Your date hadn't yet arrived, leaving you to assess the rest of the atmosphere by your lonesome. Now that you could actually attune to your environment, you could hear the faint sound of music playing. The soft brush of piano keys. There weren’t any speakers overhead that you could see. Maybe there was a live band upstairs.

Yeah. This place was super fancy.

Minutes had passed, and you were a third through your wine, wanting to save a bulk of it for when your date arrived. You searched around for any sign of the man who was to accompany you, but there was no one else entering the building but other couples who seemed to be hooked onto the other without a care in the world. Ladies in nice dresses. Men in equally nice suits and dress shirts. There wasn’t a hair out of place on their heads or a piece of fabric dangling off of them. Not a crooked tie, or tag showing. They themselves looked even more expensive than the clothing they were wearing. You weren't donning anything too fancy, just a two-piece black halter and skirt set that slightly crumpled at your thighs, but fit your shapely form quite nicely. It was a little showy for the destination—your breasts didn't really have much room to hide in your top, but you decided to go all out. And your friends seemed to take a liking to it, so why not?

However, even with the comforting atmosphere and the music that played overhead, you were still feeling antsy. You fished your phone out of your purse and watched the screen come to life- the large white numbers plastered on your screen made your heart skip a beat. 9:20. He was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” A voice called out to you, pulling you from your crisis. It was the waitress who sat you. A redhead with curly hair and a kind, heart-shaped face. “Would you like to order in the meantime?”

You paused for a moment, looking for something to tell her. Working up the most half-cocked effort at a smile, you shook your head. “He’ll be here in a few minutes.”

She grinned back at you-more out of pity-and gave you a curt nod in return. “I’ll return with a refill for you.”

You thanked the girl and waited until she walked off to continue staring intensely at your phone screen in hopes that maybe you were reading the time wrong. Maybe you came too early? Maybe you got the day wrong? The location even? But even as you checked the message thread between the both of you, everything lined up.

Narcetti’s. 9:00 tonight. Can’t wait to see you ;)

You read over his message a few times before you let out an agitated sigh. That jackass stood you up.

You halfway wanted to cry and also storm out in a blubbering rage, but you were too irritated to even get the courage to leave. Instead you finished off your wine–downing the rest of its contents before gathering your things and standing.

“Hey! Sorry, I’m late.” You stopped in your tracks at the sound of a male’s voice.

Your eyes pulled up to meet a pair of azure blue hues- some of the deepest sets of blue that you had ever seen, on top of unfamiliar. He was looking at you, standing over your hunched over frame, and seemingly speaking to you, but you’ve never seen him before a day in your life. The man had combed over blonde hair, fair skin, and was wearing a blue-ish purple dress shirt that was slightly rolled up at his forearm. You hated to stare, but you could tell that he was surely stacked underneath his attire.

Confused, you looked around, thinking maybe he confused you for someone else. He did appear out of nowhere.

You chuckled softly as you flung your bag over your shoulder. “I’m sorry, um.. who are you?”

“Your date for tonight.” He said with a cheery smile before leaning closer to you, lowering his voice into a smooth whisper. “I apologize, I couldn't help but notice that you’d been sitting by yourself for a while. Then, I overheard. I didn't want you to be alone.”

Your cheeks flushed. How embarrassing. The waitress wasn't the only one to notice that you’d gotten stood up. But you could admit that it was sweet of him to come over and cover your ass.

“Thank you-”

“Steve.” He reached out for your hand and brought your knuckles up to his lips, placing a short, yet sweet peck onto them. “Steve Rogers. It's my pleasure. You look gorgeous by the way.”

For the first time all night a genuine smile found its way to you; spreading your plump cheeks wide enough for them to look like balloons.

“Thank you. It's nice to meet you, Steve Rogers. I’m Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N. How about we start this date?” He crept behind you and pulled your chair back out for you.

You glanced back at him and bit down on your bottom lip, trying to contain the mere joy of the moment you felt with this almost complete stranger.

“Let’s.”

[mmilkbreadd]

—oh my god, they were roommates—

Masterlist | Next

╰┈➤ looking for a roommate.

╰┈➤ any gender, any age.

╰┈➤ contact tsukishima kei for more info.

[part one]

pairing: tsukishima x roomate!reader

genre: fluff.

word count: 1k

Tsukishima Kei never imagined he would be bankrupt at such a young age. Working in the museum and being a professional player in Sengai Frogs should be enough —or that was what he thought. But now, he found himself posting an ad online looking for a roommate to help him pay his monstrous rent.

Though he first considered his friend Yamaguchi instead of a stranger, he already had a flat of his own. So searching online was the only option left.

Tsukishima had interviewed a couple of applicants before you. However, they were not “ideal enough” to share an apartment with him —he was a perfectionist regarding tidiness and order. Therefore, whoever didn't match those conditions was not considered a viable option.

Still, you were not the exception.

The appointment was in a cafe near Tsukishima's apartment. You arrived ten minutes late because you got lost on the way there. Your hair was a mess, your clothes were soaking wet, and your shoes dirty, all caused by the great storm outside. Kei looked at you from head to toe, wondering how the hell you forgot to bring an umbrella with the awful weather Japan had these last few weeks.

“You're late,” he said. “I don't like tardiness.”

You quickly sped to the table and sat across from him, offering a huge smile —despite his dry words and imposing demeanor, you still hoped he would choose you.

“I'm sorry,” you replied. “I got lost coming here. I'm new to town, and the heavy rain wasn't helping at all!”

Tsukishima sighed, wishing Yamaguchi's flat flooded, so he could just move with him and save him from this agony. That was a rather self-centered thought, to be honest, but he couldn't care less about it.

“You are (L/N), (Y/N), I assume,” he said while glimpsing at some papers. “Your resume seems just fine, but it's not enough. And, I have to say, my first impression of you is not the best.”

You frowned at his words. At first sight, you saw that he wasn't the kindest and gentle, but you thought it was just a facade to scare the creepy applicants. You were not like that, though, so you realized he was always acted like you suspected —or at least that was your initial guess about him.

You could say both first impressions of each other weren't the best.

Tsukishima started questioning you about your life and routines, each question getting sassier and dense. You expected inquiries like “how's your family like?”, “What are your habits? or even “What do you like doing for fun?”. But instead, he asked you if you used the bathroom as slow as you arrive at meetings, if you liked strawberry shortcakes, and if you enjoyed dinosaurs' documentaries... Tsukishima Kei was definitely unique. And your hope had entirely disappeared as well.

The tension between the two of you seemed to increase at every strange question. Tsukishima's serious demeanor never left his face. You thought he looked pretty handsome, considering he hadn't smiled during the entire time you were with him. Yet you still succeed in observing him, concluding that he was indeed beautiful.

Tsukishima pushed his glasses up from time to time, and you noticed his large fingers. Blonde, sarcastic, and a bit of a douche —just your type. His words sounded bold and very blunt. Something about his rude attitude made him appealing as well.

Only imagine how his house looked. You bet it was cleaner than anywhere you've ever been, and really empty too.

When the interview ended, he thanked you for coming and let you go without any word left. Before retiring, you tried analyzing his facial expressions again, yet nothing on his appearance told you what he was thinking at that moment.

“You could be nicer next time, you know,”you said after you put on your coat. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, looking up from his glasses. “Maybe it'll be easier for you to find a suitable roommate. As you won't scare most of them away.”

Before he could answer, you rushed to the door and left, smiling to yourself. His snarky nature wouldn't tear you down in any way possible. You were strong, confident, and independent. Finding an apartment was easy for you, so a rude guy like him wouldn't ruin your chances nor confidence —even if you were a broke college student on a budget.

Narrowing his eyes as he watched you leave while thinking of a comeback to your words. Although he couldn't find one good enough.

Tsukishima was a little dazzled. None of the other candidates had stood up for themselves before. Maybe, after all, you weren't a bad option to pick. However, he wasn't going to tell you how impressive your response was. He knew you knew what you did. And he hated that, but he still had a few people to interview, so there was a chance someone would be better than you —if that was in any way possible.

Did he find you attractive? Possibly. That was the first question that popped in Tsukishima's mind when you first ran into the place. Even if you were a disaster because of the rain, you looked stunning anyway. You had managed to charm him, though he would never admit it. Your smile confused him, as he wasn't used to people being nice to him —mostly because he wasn't nice to them either.

Tsukishima couldn't take you out of his mind for the entire evening.

As days passed, you still struggled to find a place to stay, and motels weren't the best spot to sleep once you were there for weeks. Your back hurt, your spirit was a bit crushed, and money was slightly running out.

Perhaps it was the Universe, maybe it was the gods above, but a text message changed everything.

Unknown: This is Tsukishima Kei. You can move in this week.

Even on message, he was brief. Though you didn't care, finally, things were coming together for you.

Tsukishima Kei was going to be your roommate.

Crazy, right?

[pyrobane-fandom-space]

Significant Strides in Relations

Author: Merlyn Bane

Word Count: 10.3K (shut up, don't @ me okay)

Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi manages to catch the attention of his attache on a diplomatic mission.

Warnings: Adult Content™. Strong language, smut. Virgin!Obi I guess. Unprotected sex--wrap it up!

A/N: Did I come back from the dead just to post some completely self-indulgent bullshit? Yes I did. This is like 3.7K worth of smut with like 5K worth of justification and like 1K of Skywalker bullshit at the end and I'm not sorry about any of it. I would also just like to blame @no-droids and their Open Door series for giving me a Thing for Obi-Wan in the first place.

(gif found on google, not mine)

You want to fuck the Jedi.

And, yeah, sure, you feel a little bit bad about it. You know enough about the Order to know that that's something the Jedi don't do--if the poor man knew the direction your thoughts had taken, he'd probably be scandalized. You can clearly imagine his face turning, just, scarlet, especially because you do mean fuck. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi is visiting your planet on a diplomatic mission that you haven't been briefed on the particulars of, and you've been assigned to him as an attaché during his stay--tending to his needs, making sure he's comfortable while he's here. It's a function you've performed many, many times as part of your duties to the royal family, but Kenobi has been...particularly pleasant, to work with. The Jedi is kind, treats you like an equal even though you're technically working for him for the time being, and he's funny. You hadn't realized the Jedi were allowed a sense of humor, but Maker, this one is sarcastic, constantly teasing with a playful glint in his blue eyes that is...not helping you with the whole 'wanting to irredeemably corrupt him' problem that you're currently having. 

You show up at his quarters just before breakfast to collect him as you have for the last two days and he's already there waiting for you, opening the door just as you're coming to a stop in front of it.  Kenobi gives you a gracious smile as he steps into the hallway with you, letting the door slide closed behind him, and you return it before turning to start making your way to the dining hall. He falls in step next to you and despite the fact that he really isn't walking that close to you, you swear you can feel him there. "Good morning, young one." 

You snort softly, scrunching your nose up as you give him an unimpressed side-eye. "Young one? You realize I'm within five years of you? I think you spend too much time with your old padawan and not enough with your peers, Kenobi."

The Jedi chuckles next to you, looking suitably sheepish as he grins over at you. "My apologies, my lady," he says, and you can tell that he's teasing you lightly. You roll your eyes but don't correct him--no, instead you internalize it, and his innocent my lady gets cataloged away with the rest of the impure thoughts that have been plaguing you since you saw him in the great hall upon his arrival. "I meant no offense."

"None was taken."

The conversation sort of just...drifts off, and you take the time to study his features out of the corner of your eye while he's looking ahead. The Jedi is...handsome, and frankly you think it's very unfair of the Order to lock all of that up under a chastity vow. The lines of his face are classical, look like they could have been carved from marble--only accentuated by the scruff of the beard lining a jaw you kind of want to sink your teeth into. 

And, Maker. His eyes. The clearest crystal blue, like twin glaciers, piercing directly into your soul every time you meet them but...gentle. Always gentle. You know he's as talented a warrior as he is a negotiator, you've heard the stories, but you would never know it from his pretty eyes. 

"What are your plans for the day, Master Kenobi? Since there won't be any official matters taking place today." It's the third day of the week, and on your planet it is considered inappropriate to do such work then. Most of your people will be in services today, to include the royal family. You probably should be, but you had offered to stay behind and continue to assist the Jedi--you've never cared for such things, anyway, and you certainly think he makes for better company.

Kenobi turns his head just enough to give you a small smile before he looks forward again, humming softly as he considers his answer. "I will likely confer with the Council this afternoon, update them on how the negotiations are going. Perhaps I will take some time to meditate, as well. You may have most of the day to yourself." It's quiet for a moment, then: "And you may just call me Obi-Wan, if you wish."

Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan--

It does not escape your attention that this isn't an offer that was even extended to your employers, who he's supposed to be here on the sole purpose of brokering an agreement with. They've still been using titles with each other, you know they have. Fuck. "Obi-Wan," you repeat, hoping that it escapes his notice how much you find that you like the way it feels on your tongue. Obi-Wan. "If you find you have the time, later, maybe I could show you around a little more. There are some places on the palace grounds I think you might enjoy."

The Jedi hums again, and you can see that he's still smiling when you look over at him. "I will certainly keep that in mind."

You reach the dining hall only a few minutes later, and go your separate ways once you've gotten your food. You find a seat at one of the far tables tucked into a corner that's already populated by a couple of your fellow staff members, making sure to sit so that you're facing him so he can get your attention if he needs it. You're being elbowed almost the second your ass hits the seat, the girl to your left clearly desperate for whatever gossip she thinks you have as she leans in and whispers at you in hushed tones. 

"Maker, you've got a dreamy one. You're so lucky, I was assigned to--"

You're not even listening, not really--tuning her out while you tuck into your breakfast. You suppose you don't have any real right to be so annoyed with her, truthfully, given that you've been having similar thoughts about him yourself all morning and for most of the last couple of days, but you find that you are anyway. The girl doesn't even seem to realize that you're ignoring her, continuing to chatter at you until one of the other people at your table manages to redirect her attention, if not the subject. 

 You tell yourself that the reason your attention stays focused on the Jedi is in case he needs you for anything but you're not very convincing, even to yourself. Your mind wanders while you eat, formulating scenarios that all seem to end with Obi-Wan between your thighs. Most of these thoughts are generally nonsensical, idle flashes and half-strung together images, but some of them come through with alarming clarity. 

I want to suck his cock.

The Jedi suddenly chokes on whatever it is he's just eaten. 

You instinctively shift to stand up to try and help him but his companion is already there, smacking his back with more force than you think is probably necessary and laughing loudly enough that you can hear him from your table. Skywalker, you think his name is. He's still chuckling when they settle back down, despite the thoroughly unamused looks Obi-Wan is shooting him. You snort quietly to yourself and Skywalker turns his head to look at you like he can sense your eyes on them. Your eyes meet for a second, two, and then to your horror he winks at you.

Your stomach sinks. No. No, no. No. He's just winking at you because he caught you looking over at them, right? Jedi can't. Jedi can't read minds, right? Surely not. The younger Jedi raises an eyebrow at you, the edge of his lip curving into what can only be called a smirk, and you really. Just need the ground to open up and swallow you whole right here. Maker. You're going to have to work with Obi-Wan for the next couple of days--how the fuck are you supposed to look him in the eyes, now, knowing that he's heard you this entire time? 

 Breakfast passes both entirely too quickly and not near quickly enough, and before you know it, both Jedi are getting to their feet. You curse quietly under your breath and stand yourself, disposing of your tray before you manage to make yourself walk back over to join them. You still have a job to do, regardless of whether or not you want to dig yourself a nice deep hole to die in right now. You do your best to force a smile once you reach them, really trying your absolute hardest to pretend that none of...that, had just happened. Like you haven't been caught lusting over Obi-Wan fucking Kenobi by the man himself. 

Skywalker is the first to speak, that Maker-forsaken grin still plastered firmly in place on his face when he does. "Hello,"

You think he's having entirely too much fucking fun with this, frankly. 

Obi-Wan seems to agree with you, if the look he gives his companion then is anything to go by. You swallow, doing your best to reign in your composure as you raise a hand to wave at him in response before turning back to the man you're supposed to be assisting. "Are you--" you pause, clearing your throat before continuing. "Are you ready to return to your rooms?"

Maker. Maker. Why did you have to say--

"Quite," Obi-Wan answers before you can stutter out an apology, giving Skywalker what can only be described as a warning look before he turns back to follow you. Your gaze stays all but permanently affixed to the floor as you start making your way down the hall, the only thing indicating that he's still beside you the sound of his boots on the tile. 

You can feel his eyes on you when you reach his door but you still can't bring yourself to meet them, clearing your throat awkwardly and folding your hands behind your back in a bid to stop yourself from picking at your thumbnail from the nervous energy that's suddenly coursing through your body. "I. I hope you have a pleasant rest of your day," you manage to stutter out, taking your leave before he can say anything to stop you.

You end up having a couple of hours to yourself to stew in the privacy of your own room before anyone comes for you. 

You groan quietly when you hear the knock at your door but haul yourself to your feet and make your way over anyway, pushing your hair out of your face. You frown minutely when you find one of your coworkers standing there. Kaljova--she's assigned to Skywalker, if you recall correctly. She seems vaguely concerned with the state you're in but is kind enough not to comment on it, giving you a polite smile instead. "Master Kenobi has asked for you," Kaljova tells you, and has the grace to pretend to not notice the way your face falls with it. 

"Do you know what he needs?" you ask her, blessedly managing to keep your voice even. You reach down to grab your cloak from the table by your door and tie it around your shoulders without waiting for her to actually answer, stepping out into the hallway and letting your door close behind you. 

She shakes her head, shrugging a little bit. "Master Skywalker didn't say, I'm sorry."

You shake your head, sighing softly but giving her a small, reassuring smile. "It's okay. Thank you for letting me know."

She returns your smile and nods once before she turns around and leaves you to your own devices again. You groan quietly, pinching the bridge of your nose as you work up the nerve to actually make your way to the visiting diplomat wing where you know he's waiting for you. It takes you a couple of minutes but you do manage to make your feet move eventually and they carry you there far faster than you'd have liked them to. 

You swallow harshly and close your eyes for a second before reaching up to knock on his door, bracing yourself. Maker, he probably wants to talk about it, clear the air or whatever, and you are just...absolutely not even a little bit equipped to deal with that right now, frankly. You're able to school your features as the door slides open but just barely, and you stop breathing altogether when you look up and meet those pretty blue eyes. 

And he seems...surprised to see you. 

That kriffing--

"You...didn't send for me, did you?"

Obi-Wan shakes his head, looking more confused if possible, and you just sigh quietly, giving him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I think there was a...miscommunication." And I'm going to kill your fucking padawan. "I'll just--I'll just go." You raise a hand in a very awkward not-wave and turn on your heel to go, but then.

The Jedi gently grabs you by the elbow, and everything stops for a moment. 

Goddammit.

"Wait," Obi-Wan says, softly--like he's trying not to spook you. You take a deep, stuttering breath, and sigh it out, relaxing where you stand as you give up on getting out of this. "I believe...it would be a good idea, if we talked."

Yeah, that's. That's pretty much what you figured, unfortunately. 

"I'm very sorry, if I made you uncomfortable, I...I didn't know you could--" Didn't know you could hear me. 

"I know," he tells you, just as gently as before, and you reluctantly turn just enough to be able to face him. His eyes are soft when they regard you, and you find your breathing evening out despite yourself--wondering idly how much of it is actively his doing. "Just...come inside. Please."

You can't find it in yourself to deny him so you nod, letting him lead you into the room and trying to pretend that you can't feel your heart stop when the door slides shut behind you. Obi-Wan seems to notice you not knowing what to do with yourself because he gestures to one of the chairs in the sitting area, sitting down in the one opposite it once you're settled. It's quiet for a moment as both of you seem to search for the right words. 

"I would like to begin by apologizing for Anakin," he says finally, and you snort as the words register.  He gives you a wry smile in return, and continues. "He means well, but he can be...thoughtless, in his humor, at times. Particularly when it is at my expense."

"He sounds like he must have been a joy to train."

That earns you an almost startled sounding laugh out of the Jedi, which manages to get a real smile out of you. "I fear he may have also misled you, to an extent." He tells you, not quite meeting your eyes now as he scratches at his beard. You give him a questioning look and he sighs softly, leaning back in his chair. "We...can hear thoughts, but only if we go looking and it is considered very inappropriate to do so without reason."

You feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, then, and you tilt your head at him. "But you…?"

Obi-Wan winces, and nods. "You may have...projected, this morning, inadvertently. It was...rather loud, and my guards were not as firmly in place as they probably should have been."

Oh. So you'd shouted it at him, then. Great. "Oh."

"I had...gotten a sense of the direction of your thoughts, before that, but you were acting very professionally so thought it best to pay it no mind."

That's...very kind of him, actually, to have simply ignored it even though it must have made him uncomfortable, especially when he so easily could have just told you to knock it off or requested a different attache. You clear your throat, finding yourself picking at your thumbnail again. "I appreciate that."

"You needn't be embarrassed, you know." the Jedi murmurs softly, and you look up to meet his gaze despite yourself. He smiles at you a little bit, then, and it brings something very warm into those blue eyes of his that almost makes you just a little lightheaded. "These things happen. You're only human, you can't be expected to have complete control of your thoughts all the time."

"You do," you point out, just because you feel the need to. "Jedi do. So I'm told."

"We spend our whole lives learning to try." he amends, and there's something so human in the way that he grins that suddenly, all you want to do is lean over and kiss him. "It is a constant exercise, not a skill that can be mastered."

"Still. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable this week."

"Uncomfortable might not be the right word for it, speaking truthfully," Obi-Wan admits, so quietly that you're almost not even sure he's really said it at all. And--Maker, is he implying what it sounds like he's implying? You know your eyes must be just about bugging out of your head with the shock but he mercifully either doesn't notice or pretends not to, scratching at his beard again as he seems to consider his next words, and you...really need him to stop doing that. It's becoming hard enough to maintain your focus as it is. "There were times where I was perhaps...tempted."

You stare at him, blankly, blinking slowly as the words process. Tempted tempted tempted-- "I thought Jedi couldn't…"

Obi-Wan clears his throat, and suddenly he's the one looking unsettled. "Technically, the Code prohibits intimacy, attachment. It...says nothing about the act itself."

Oh. Oh.  

You're still staring at him, just completely dumbstruck, so the Jedi seems to decide to take it upon himself to continue talking and fill the space. "For most of us it ends with the same result, functionally, but. Technically." 

Maker, get it together. You feel like you're on a several second delay, having great difficulty processing this new information, let alone giving him the verbal response to it that he's clearly waiting for, now. "Have you--"

"Almost. Once. When I was a padawan myself. My master and I were stationed on Mandalore at the time, assigned to protect the Duchess." 

You're grinning, now, you can feel it tugging at the edges of your mouth. Maker, you suddenly need to know this story like you need to breathe. "What happened?"

Stars, you swear you can see the tips of his ears turn red. "Qui-Gon caught us. It has...certainly dissuaded me from making any attempts since."

You laugh. You can't help it. Suddenly you're laughing so hard it nearly hurts, grasping your middle with one hand while wiping tears from your eyes with the other. You would feel worse about it if Obi-Wan didn't look so amused himself. "Oh, you poor thing." you snort before your brain can catch up with your mouth, and you feel your own face heat when you realize the implication of what you've just said to him. Way to go, Ace. 

Except...he's still grinning at you, amusement dancing in those blue eyes, and all the air seems to rush out of the room when they lock on your own. Kriff. "Are you suggesting that I'm missing out, then?"

He's teasing you, the bastard, and all of sudden it makes you feel bold. You lean forward in your chair, then, resting your elbows on your knees as you encroach on his space and pull your lower lip between your teeth.. "I'm not suggesting anything, Master Kenobi," you all but purr at him, "but should you be interested in finding out for yourself…"

The offer hangs in the air between you, then, like a lit fuse while you just stare at each other, both waiting to see if the other will make the next move.  

"And what might this...demonstration...entail?"

"Nothing you aren't completely on board with," you tell him immediately, because if this happens--Maker, if--it is absolutely imperative to you that he enjoys himself just as much as you do. Which...gives you an idea, actually. "I make sure my partners have a good time. Haven't done my job if they don't."

Fuck, the Jedi's eyes are blown. His pupils have nearly overtaken those pretty blue irises and it makes your breath catch with how much you want to ruin him. You can feel the tension rising in the room between you, feeding on and feeding into your arousal in a vicious cycle. He swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bob with it and narrowly resist the urge to bite him. "Oh?"

Kriff, you need to leave before you fuck him right here and ruin your plans. You give him a small, soft smile and stand, padding over to him. His eyes track each movement, his head tilting back to gaze up at you when you come to stand between his knees, and you can see how ragged his breathing's gone at the sudden proximity. You reach out and let your palm wrap around the line of his jaw, your fingernails scratching lightly through the coarse hairs of his beard, and the Jedi's eyes fall closed before you even lean in. He gasps when your mouth brushes against his own, the faintest whisper of a kiss, and your smile widens. "I think, that you deserve to be seduced properly, Obi-Wan," you breathe. "I'm not going to fuck you, Baby, not just yet. When you really want it--then I'll give it to you."

 It takes several seconds before he's able to get words out again, and when he does you can barely hear what he's saying from the rasp in them. "I think, my lady," he pants, "that you are being exceedingly cruel."

You chuckle softly, letting your thumb brush across his lower lip before you straighten up and take a step back, ignoring the almost whine that escapes his throat when you do. "Perhaps."

For the rest of the evening, you act as normal--as if none of the events of the day had taken place. You meet with Obi-Wan and escort him to the dining hall for dinner as usual and go your separate ways once your trays are piled high. You do your best to resist the urge to glare daggers at the other Jedi, particularly when he grins and waves at you, but you are able to content yourself with the sharp look Obi-Wan gives him for it as he sits down. Dinner is uneventful despite Skywalker's best efforts, and passes quickly. You give Obi-Wan this time to...come down, essentially, to gather his wits back about him before you really set your plans into motion in the morning. You had left the Jedi absolutely wrecked this afternoon, and not only do you think it would be just a little unfair to begin your seduction in such a state, you're a little concerned that you might actually kill him if you overwhelm him so much all at once. So, you give him time to breathe. 

Or at least, that is your intent. 

The sudden drop almost seems to have the opposite effect. Obi-Wan's composure is, outwardly, as impeccable as always. No-one but you and Skywalker--you're sure--would be able to tell that anything's up. The only reason you do is because you still can't take your eyes off him so you notice the way his haven't left you, either. And, Maker, the way he looks at you. You almost want to give in, drag him back to his rooms now, but. You meant it earlier, when you said you thought he deserved better than that. The concept of virginity as a special thing is not one you've ever particularly put much stock in, yourself, but you know that this is, will be, a big deal for him whether he's willing to admit it or not. You want to give him at least this much. He might not be allowed true intimacy or emotional attachment, but that doesn't mean the sex has to be careless. You meant it, when you told him that you take care of your partners.  

The next day, you start slow. Obi-Wan is actually fairly busy with the diplomatic mission he'd been sent here on in the first place, which makes that relatively simple. The only time you really get with him that morning is when you're escorting him to and from meetings, so you spend that time finding excuses to touch him. Subtle things, like adjusting already-straight the collar of his robes. 

"Good morning, Obi-Wan," 

The Jedi steps out into the hall with you and lets the door close behind him, returning your greeting with an easy grin that makes your heart skip a beat. "Good morning. Where are we off too?"

"You have a meeting with the Chancellor, first. It'll be long and likely boring assuming Skywalker behaves himself, but productive." You give him a soft smile, stepping forward and looking up at him from under your lashes. He watches you intently, almost seeming to stop breathing for a second when you reach up and adjust the tan collar of his robes, your fingertips brushing lightly against the skin of his throat when you do. You let the moment linger a second longer than it needs to before you step back to a respectful distance and nod down the hallway. "Shall we?"

Brushing his hair out of his face when it's fallen into his eyes.

Obi-Wan looks about as tired as you expect him to when he comes out of his meeting a couple of hours later but he has a small smile for you when he sees you waiting for him in the hallway anyway. Skywalker follows him through the door seconds later but barely pays either of you any mind, grumbling something about breakfast as he follows Kaljova down the hall. The two of you stand there for another moment, glancing at each other and chuckling at the younger Jedi's irritation, and you notice idly that some of his blond hair's managed to fall out of place. You reach up to brush it back out of his eyes and bite your lip when they zero in on your own, and you find yourself leaning in further before you can stop yourself only for you to jump apart when the door slides open again. The Chancellor gives you both a polite nod as he takes his leave, completely unaware of what he'd interrupted, and you have to shake your head to clear it once he's out of sight. You can still feel the Jedi's eyes on you when you turn to make your way to the dining hall.

It continues this way, more or less, until lunch, when you decide to kick it up a notch going into the afternoon. You remember what he told you about being able to pick up on your feelings, at least in a general sense, whether he went looking for them or not so you decide to lean into that and let your mind run wild with the things you want to do to him. You're careful not to project any particulars at him this time but you can tell that he definitely takes notice when you start letting your thoughts wander. 

You're still sitting in the dining hall at your separate tables, and you smirk lightly when his eyes snap up, watching them narrow when he realizes what you're doing. You maintain that eye contact shamelessly, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you try to imagine what's waiting for you underneath those robes. Skywalker's glancing back and forth between you and grinning but Obi-Wan ignores him completely, raising an eyebrow in your direction that you merely shrug at. You see him shift slightly in his seat after a little while of this and decide to lay off a bit--for now, at least. 

Obi-Wan has to consult with the Jedi Council after lunch so you decide to have some mercy on him immediately leading up to that and take a break from your little game. You're sure he's still aware of the arousal boiling low in your belly while you walk him back to his rooms after lunch but you're not actively focusing on it now, letting yourself relax and the Jedi by extension. 

It's during dinner that evening that you really kick it into high gear. 

You're not even fully sure this is going to work, since you've only ever done it once and by accident, but watching Obi-Wan converse with Skywalker at their table, you know you want to try. So you focus your attention on the Jedi, and hone in on the thought of what you think it might be like to kiss him until you see him stiffen and you know he's got it. You keep going, feeding him different images that only grow more explicit as you grow bolder. Sucking and biting bruises into the skin of his throat and chest while you grind down against his cock. Looking right into his pretty blue eyes while you stroke that cock, watching him come apart when you finally take it into your mouth like you've wanted to do practically since you laid eyes on him. Riding him, burying your hands in his hair and swallowing his moans while you bounce in his lap. 

Obi-Wan grits his teeth across the dining hall, gripping the edge of the table he's sitting at tightly and pointedly not looking at you while he tries to regain control of his breathing. Skywalker is staring at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed in total shock, and you only smirk back at him in response as you let the projection drop. You didn't necessarily want the other Jedi to see those things, truthfully, but you don't know how to control the projection well enough to block him out and he's been enough of a dick about the whole thing this week that you really don't feel all that badly about the fact that he looks like he kind of wants to bleach his brain, now. 

You simply go back to your meal once you've dropped the projection, though you can't help the small grin that stays plastered on your face. The next few minutes pass that way, but then.

But then.

Well, projection goes both ways.

It feels sort of like a tickle, at first, at the edge of your mind--easily ignored. Then it turns into a gentle prodding, and when you look up to confirm your suspicions, his blue eyes are locked firmly on yours and it takes your breath away. He's...being remarkably gentle with you, knowing that no-one's ever been in your head before like this, waiting for you to relax and let him in in a complete roll reversal that shocks you. You barely manage to contain the gasp when you do, because he's suddenly pushing images back at you. Obi-Wan thinks back to how your fingers had felt in his hair this morning, and then reimagines that feeling with you in his lap, tangled in his hair while you kiss him. Then, fuck. With his head between your thighs. He stops and focuses in on this one, imagining as many details as he can manage as he pushes it to you. Your hands pulling on the blond strands while his grip your thighs, holding you open as his tongue laves through the folds of your cunt. 

The moment feels like a tipping point, and both of you know exactly what is going to happen once this meal is over. 

You're so pent up and aroused when it's finally time to leave that you're lightheaded with it but somehow you manage to get to your feet anyway, and thankfully you don't end up having to deal with Skywalker at all because Obi-Wan is out of his seat first this time and meets you halfway. There's something in the air between you, something tense and charged, and you know you need to get him back to his rooms now. He seems to be on the same page because he wastes no time in following you out of the dining hall, and his strides are longer enough than usual that you actually struggle just a little bit to keep up. 

And there's something so…juvenile about this, rushing off and sneaking around, but it's...fun. You feel almost like a teenager again, truthfully, so eager to get him alone somewhere private so you can get your hands on him that you're all but running down the hallway to get there. 

You're on the Jedi the moment the door closes behind you but he's right there with you, pulling you in for a kiss that's all enthusiasm and little finesse but heats your blood anyway. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you tug him closer and he moans with it, his own hands finding your face and framing it gently. You run the tip of your tongue along his lower lip and press forward when his mouth opens into it on a gasp, licking into his mouth until he has to pull away to breathe. 

Maker, he already looks a mess; beautifully flushed with his hair all askew and his pupils blown wide. It makes you want to do, just, unspeakable things, but you know you still have to take your time and ease him into it or this will all be over too fast and you can't have that.  

"Go...go sit on the bed," you murmur, putting a hand on his chest as you step back and take a second to try and get your wits back about you. "Take your boots off. And your cloak."

And, Kriff, he does it immediately, nodding at you with that just fucking wrecked look in his eyes before he turns to do exactly what you told him, laying his cloak over the back of one of the chairs and padding over to the bed where he sits on the edge before leaning over to take his boots off. You watch him the whole time, almost high on the heady feeling that comes with this hyper-competent Jedi Master doing whatever you tell him to. 

You take your time in joining him, partially to tease and partially just because you need those extra few moments. His eyes track every movement as you remove your own cloak, laying it next to his as you toe your shoes off, and you give him a small smile as you make your way over to the bed. Obi-Wan's breath hitches when you climb up onto it and seems to stop altogether when you carefully settle yourself on his lap, his hands fisting at his sides until you reach down to take them gently and guide them to your waist. "You can touch me," you purr, running your nose along the line of his jaw and grinning to yourself when his grip suddenly tightens with it. "It's encouraged, in fact."

He snorts quietly, so breathily that you almost miss it, and starts rubbing circles into your sides with his thumbs. "Noted," he rasps, and you grin wider before you press a kiss just under his jaw. The Jedi shivers with it and the reaction emboldens you so you continue downward, pressing kisses along his skin until you reach the collar of his robe and then you're working at the belt of his robes, eager to get at more of his skin. Obi-Wan seems to still have enough presence of mind to help you, shrugging out of the first two layers once you're able to get them open and discarding them to the side carelessly. You reluctantly have to pull back so you can yank his undershirt over his head but then his whole torso is exposed for your viewing pleasure, so you decide you're alright with the short interruption. 

"See something you like?" Obi-Wan quips breathlessly after a few seconds of you shamelessly studying every line and pane of his chest and you only smirk at him an answer, leaning back in his lap to get a better view and darting your tongue out to wet your lower lip. 

"What are the odds of anyone seeing you without the robes?"

His eyebrows knit together momentarily like he doesn't know what you're asking, but he seems to put the pieces together when you suddenly duck back down and lick a broad stripe along the line of his collarbone. His hips jerk up with a broken moan before he's able to manage an answer, his head tilting back and further exposing his throat. "Un-unlikely," he gasps out, and you're grinning again as you start pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses lower until you find a spot on his pec that pleases you and you stop and suck. The Jedi gasps raggedly, his fingers digging into your waist as he tries to ground himself, but you don't stop until you know a bruise will bloom there. "Something to remember you by?" he hisses, and you chuckle softly as you trace the round little blemish with the tip of your finger. 

"Oh, Baby, I don't think you're going to have any difficulty with that with or without a few little...reminders." 

Obi-Wan moans again, low in his throat, when you start pressing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down his chest, gasping out and trembling the first time you let him feel teeth. His hips buck again and then it's your turn to gasp when his cock rubs right up against your cunt--already so, so hard. And, Maker, it is not a small bulge. What's he hiding under all of those neutral fabrics? You leave a meandering line of bites and hickeys all the way down his chest, ignoring the way he whines when you shift back off of his lap so you can continue down to his stomach. He leans back on his palms, then, watching you intently with dark eyes that make your pussy clench between your thighs, and his breath catches in his throat when your hands find the ties of his trousers. "What are you--"

"Told you I wanted to suck your cock," you remind him, biting your lip as you start undoing them--slowly enough to give him ample opportunity to stop you if he wants. "That alright with you?"

The Jedi nods mutely, suddenly seeming at a loss for words, and you smirk as you sit back on your knees and start pulling them down his thighs until he springs free, and--

Kriff--how fucking dare the Order deprive the galaxy of this magnificent cock? 

He's not the longest you've ever seen, per se, but he's thick enough that you almost wonder how you're going to take this thing and beautifully flushed, with defined veins that you just know are going to feel incredible inside you. You lean in to lick a stripe right up the underside of it before you can stop yourself and Obi-Wan cries out at the sudden stimulation and shakes, falling backwards onto his back. You moan softly at the response you pull out of him and lean up until you're able to take the head into your mouth, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut and grips the bedspread until his knuckles go white and unravels. "Watch me," you tell him, taking him in your palm and pumping slowly while you wait for him to respond, "Wanna see those pretty blue eyes."

He forces them open just like you told him to, keeping them trained on you as he bites down on his lower lip and takes a shaky breath and you take him into your mouth again, satisfied. He cries out again but a little quieter this time, and you hum around his cock as you start bobbing up and down on it slowly, almost teasingly so, holding his hips down as best you can so you control the pace. You definitely want to feel him come down the back of your throat at some point, but this isn't the time for that. You have every intent of him coming buried deep inside you tonight. 

It becomes something of a game, figuring out exactly what he likes. Hollowing your cheeks to make your mouth tighter around him and moaning until he gasps. Teasing the slit at the top with the very tip of your tongue until you swear you hear him curse. And then you take him to the root.

And, Maker, he swears when he bottoms out and it shouldn't be so insanely hot hearing those words come from this ordinarily so well put-together Jedi but it is. You realize how close he's approaching his end so you reluctantly pull off of his cock, then, ignoring the whine that escapes from high in his throat when you do so. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand while you try and catch your breath, which is not made any easier by the way he's looking at you. You know you must look just as wrecked as he does, now, all flushed skin and swollen lips, but if you didn't know better you would genuinely think the man was about to eat you alive. "I think, my lady," he rasps finally, after several seconds of staring at each other, "that you may be slightly overdressed."

Kriff. You glance down at the tunic and trousers that you are, in fact, still wearing, before looking up to meet his eyes again. You maintain that eye contact as you sit back up on your knees, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you slowly start undoing the laces holding the top closed. Obi-Wan watches each movement like it's the most mesmerizing thing he's ever seen, pupils blown so wide they've almost completely obscured the blue. He groans quietly when the tunic slips from your shoulders, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip when your breasts come into full view. "Is that better?"

He shakes his head mutely, swallowing harshly as he seems to try to gather the words. "I want--may I--kriff, lay back. Please." His gaze follows you closely as you slowly lower yourself down onto your elbows, intensely curious what he's about to do. The Jedi takes a deep breath like he's steeling himself and then he's shifting forward until his body stretches over top of yours, kicking his trousers the rest of the way off in the process, and it's your turn to gasp when you feel his lips brush against the underside of your jaw. He's holding himself up enough that you can't necessarily feel him press against you, but Maker, you can certainly feel the heat coming off of him and his warm breath against your throat. "I believe it's my turn," he murmurs by way of explanation, chuckling softly when your next breath comes out ragged.

"You don't--you don't have to do that," you moan, and Stars--you mean it, you do, especially this first time, but you will be just absolutely fucking inconsolable if he changes his mind right now especially after he went and put the fucking image in your head during dinner earlier. 

He doesn't grace that with a verbal response but you're hardly complaining because he starts trailing kisses down the side of your neck instead, and Maker he must have been paying attention when you were doing this to him because you swear he's replicating the technique. "Tell me what you want," he murmurs lowly into the skin of your throat before nipping at it experimentally, listening to you gasp as he keeps talking. "Tell me how to please you, Darling."

His fingers find your nipple before you're able to even begin trying to formulate words and you cry out at the sudden stimulation, arching up into it. "F-Fuck, you're doing a pretty kriffing decent job already," you pant and he chuckles again, running his tongue along your collarbone like you'd done to him and moaning when he gets another ragged gasp for it. "Maker.  U-Use your m-mouth,"

You think for a second that he's going to make some smartass comment about how he already is, but mercifully Obi-Wan seems to know what you're asking him for and decides to be kind about it. He continues exploring your breasts with his hand while he returns his mouth to your throat, licking and sucking his way down the column of it until he reaches your sternum where he stops to suck a bruise into the skin. He gets you so worked up by the time he reaches your breasts that you almost don't realize how close he's gotten until those blue eyes are flickering up to meet yours and he's taking your nipple into the blazing hot cavern of his mouth. You open your mouth on a wordless shout and start to writhe under him but he's right there, both hands coming down to your hips to hold you in place as he laves his tongue around the stiffening peak. Obi-Wan focuses his attention on your breast until you're whimpering and then switches to the other, moaning around your nipple when your fingers tangle in his hair. 

"You like that, don't you?" you purr down at him, watching the Jedi through half-lidded eyes as he moans again in an affirmative. You pull, then, gently--experimentally, seeing if it's something he'll even like, and then he. Fucking bites you. "Fuck, Obi-Wan!" 

"About as much as you liked that," the asshole grins at you impishly as he pulls away from your breast, leaning in to kiss you before you can call him on it. His hands find the top of your trousers once you relax into it, and he leans back to look at you as his fingers dip into the waistband. "May I?"

He starts pulling them down as soon as you nod your consent, sitting back and watching as every inch of skin is revealed until he's removed them completely and he tosses them to the side with the rest of your clothes, leaving you totally bare in front of him. Obi-Wan just...sits there for a moment, taking you in, and you let him, relaxing back against the mattress and smiling up at him. 

"Beautiful," he breathes finally, returning your smile with a small one of his own before he's shifting down, keeping his eyes on yours as his lips brush against your hip. He reaches forward and runs one finger through the lips of your cunt lightly, almost teasingly, watching you gasp and try to grind down into it. "Would you like it if I tasted you here, Darling?" Obi-Wan hums, continuing to press kisses along your hip and the insides of your thighs while he waits for an answer and, Maker, the coarseness of his beard against the sensitive skin there robs you of all conscious thought. All you're able to manage is a nod because you're so strung out and you need him there right now but that seems to be enough for him because he starts leaning in, one hand on each of your thighs as he licks a broad stripe right through your cunt. 

Stars, you can't even form the words right now to talk him through this like he'd asked, but he...doesn't actually really seem to need your help, here. The Jedi focuses in on your clit right away, swirling his tongue around the little bud before he sucks it into the wet heat of his mouth and you nearly sob at how good it feels. "D-Doing so good, Baby," you manage to get out, and the words almost come out as more of a mewl as he hums around your clit, sending jolts right through you. 

You whine in protest when his mouth leaves your clit but his thumb replaces it soon after, rubbing slow circles around it like he's trying to drive you insane on purpose. And then, Maker, his tongue dips into your entrance, licking up inside you while all you can do is sob your pleasure into the air. He keeps going this way for several minutes, steadily working you higher and higher with his tongue buried in your cunt and his thumb strumming your clit until your thighs start to tremble and you feel that coil inside you start to wind tighter. Obi-Wan moans between your legs as when he realizes you're approaching your end and steps up his ministrations, his thumb picking up speed until your back arches underneath him. The orgasm burns its way through you, slow but intense, until you're nearly cross-eyed and delirious with it and he keeps working you through it until you're shaking with overstimulation and pushing his head away. 

The Jedi goes willingly when you push him back into a seated position once you've managed to regain your bearings, and Maker, he's a sight like this; his hair just hopelessly disheveled from your fingers in it and your slick coating his chin and kiss-swollen lips. You take a moment to just look at him, committing this image to memory for all of those nights after he leaves when you know you'll look back and picture this with your hand between your thighs. His hands find your hips as you crawl into his lap and settle there, squeezing gently and letting out a soft moan when you lean in to kiss him. Obi-Wan is the one that licks into your mouth this time, mimicking the way your tongue had tangled with his at the start of this until you're moaning into it. 

He gasps into the kiss when you reach down between you to take his cock in your hand, stroking it slowly while you shift in his lap and Stars, you swear the Jedi underneath you stops breathing entirely when you line him up and the head of his cock presses right up against your entrance. "Maker, please," he begs then on a broken moan, pulling out of the kiss to catch his breath but leaving his forehead pressed up against yours. He opens his eyes to hold your gaze intently as you start to sink down onto him, crying out at the fucking stretch of it. You take your time taking his cock, both for his benefit and your own, and the slow intrusion into your cunt has you shaking before he even bottoms out. 

"Fuck, you feel so f-fucking good," 

And it does. You have to take a minute to adjust once you've taken him to the root before you can move, gripping his shoulders tightly in an attempt to ground yourself, and his hands tighten on your hips in response. The Jedi looks like he might implode if you don't move so you take pity on him, sweeping him into another heated kiss as you roll your hips forward and swallowing his ragged gasp that escapes his throat. You keep the pace slow at first, steady, working yourself open and easing him into the motion and the way your pussy feels wrapped around his cock, and you manage to keep that pace for a few minutes until it becomes too much for both of you.

Obi-Wan's hips buck up at the same time your hips rock forward and you choke on a loud cry, throwing your head back when the head of his cock suddenly hits you right in the sweet spot. He seems to realize that you liked it because he does it again and again, his hands suddenly becoming vices around your hips as he starts thrusting up into you. You keep bouncing in his lap as best you can with his hold on you, meeting him thrust for thrust and Maker, nothing you'd imagined has anything on this. You bury your face in the side of his neck in a pitiful attempt to muffle the sounds that are leaving your throat, sucking and biting at the skin you find there and enjoying the moans you get out of him in return.  

You suddenly find yourself on your back with the Jedi above you, swallowing down the gasp that tears out of you as he claims your mouth in a searing kiss. Obi-Wan starts thrusting again immediately as he lets instinct take over, leaning forward on his elbow next to your head to give him better leverage. You nibble on his lower lip as you bring your legs up around his waist, gasping into his mouth when he fucking growls at the feel of your teeth and knotting your fingers in the strands of his hair again. His free hand comes up to cup the side of your face, holding you in place while he kisses the breath from your lungs. 

You're not going to last much longer, if the way your cunt is already starting to tighten around him is anything to go by. He shifts his hips just slightly, down and to the side, and you almost scream when he manages to find an angle that has the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot straight on at the same time as the warm skin of his torso brushes against your clit on each thrust in. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how did he get the hang of this so fast? He's going to kriffing kill you, if he keeps this up. "Stars, Obi," you sob out, "I'm gonna--"

The Jedi presses one last firm kiss to your mouth before he's pulling back to watch you fall apart, his hand leaving your face and moving down your body until he's stroking your aching clit with his thumb again, rubbing it in fast, small circles like he's learned you like it as he continues fucking into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do. "Right behind you, Darling," he grits out, his voice coming strained and wrecked and you know he means it. It only takes one, two, three more thrusts before you just fucking shatter, crying out into the air and trembling as the orgasm obliterates you. He follows not half a dozen thrusts later, burying his face in your neck and gasping as he fills you with everything he has, his hips still pumping lazily as he comes down. 

Eventually, the Jedi collapses down on the bed next to you, reaching over to brush some of the hair out of your face and giving you a dopey grin that's such a wild juxtaposition from his usual composure and his reputation that it makes you giggle, unable to help yourself. He raises an eyebrow at you playfully but it only makes you laugh harder, shaking your head. "Maker," you breathe, finally, because you can't seem to string together anything else. Obi-Wan chuckles next to you and reaches over to pull you back into his chest, burying his face in your hair while he tries to catch his own breath. "You are...a very quick study. Maker."

You can't see him grin, but you can hear it in his voice when he speaks again. "I'm glad you're pleased," he teases, and you only roll your eyes before letting yourself fully relax against him. Your eyes start to droop but you don't have the energy to fight to keep them open, and you end up falling asleep right there in his arms.

He lets you.

You wake up the next morning almost unbearably warm, and when you go to try and sit up, you find that you can't. You freeze as a half-baked realization suddenly comes over you, hesitantly cracking your eyes open.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Oh, kriff. 

You fell asleep here last night. In the Jedi's bed. With the Jedi. He, it turns out, is the reason that you can't move. Obi-Wan's got both arms wrapped tightly around your middle, holding you against his chest with his legs tangled up with yours, and Maker you would never have pegged this man for a cuddler but you couldn't be more wrong, apparently. It does, however, create quite an interesting problem for you.

This is his last morning here before he leaves to return to Coruscant. He and Skywalker are supposed to leave early, before even breakfast. Skywalker will, doubtlessly, be coming around to see what's what's holding his old master up, and soon--and you are still here. 

Where you are. Definitely. Not supposed to be.

You don't know how much time you have but you know that it isn't much. You have got to get out of here before Obi-Wan's pain in the ass prior padawan shows up, and the Jedi looks so peaceful like this that you kind of wish you could just let him sleep but you really don't want to just sneak out on him after last night. So you sigh, reaching up to shake his shoulder gently. "Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, we have to get up."

It doesn't take much to wake him, thankfully, and he lets go of you to prop himself up on his elbow as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice still hoarse from sleep as he peers down at you, not quite as surprised to see you there as you'd have maybe expected him to be. 

You don't even get a chance to answer him because there's suddenly a knock on the door, and both of your eyes widen at it. Skywalker. "Obi-Wan?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, where the fuck are your clothes? You're out of the bed before Obi-Wan even has a chance to stop you, frantically trying to find your clothes and put them on. You toss his trousers at his chest when you come across them and that seems to be what finally spurs him into motion, standing up so he can get them on as he calls back to the other Jedi. "What is it, Anakin?"

There's a moment of confused silence, then: "Cody's landing the transport now."

Obi-Wan opens his mouth like he's about to tell his old padawan that he'll be out momentarily, but doesn't get a chance to get the actual words out before you both hear the hiss of the door starting to slide open. Thank the Maker, you just manage to get your tunic back on before Skywalker comes into sight, and you do your best to try to look fucking normal as his eyes flicker between you but your heart fucking stops when you glance to the left of you and realize that Obi-Wan still isn't wearing a fucking shirt. His entire chest is exposed, which means that all of the marks you left scattered across it are also exposed. Fuck, fuck, fuck--

"I'll just. I'll just see you on the transport."

Skywalker is gone before either of you can react, the door sliding shut behind him. Your next breath leaves your lungs with enough force that it's almost a wheeze, and you have to bend over and put your hands on your knees for a second while you try to process what the fuck just happened. Obi-Wan blinks next to you, looking directly ahead for a second or two more before he suddenly starts chuckling, and you stare at him incredulously. "I'm sorry," he says finally, "That was just…"

You're laughing too, then, shaking your head as you step back over to him, ducking down to grab his shirt from where you can see it on the floor. You place the fabric in his hands and lean up on your toes to press a light kiss to his cheek, giving him a small smile. "Until next time, Master Kenobi?"

He gives you a small smile in return, and surprises you a little bit when he leans in himself and presses a soft kiss to your lips. "Until next time."

Mercifully, no-one questions him when Obi-Wan finally makes it to the transport. He intentionally doesn't look at Anakin even though he can feel the other man's eyes on him as he finds his seat and sits down, straightening his robes. He finds it difficult to keep the smile completely off his face so he just ducks his head instead in the guise of settling in for the flight and studiously ignores the way Anakin is still staring at him. 

"How was your trip, General?" Cody asks, leaning around in the pilot's seat to look back at him once they've left the planet's atmosphere. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to answer but Anakin's there first, suddenly grinning ear-to-ear in a way that makes him distinctly uncomfortable. 

"Oh, the General had a wonderful time." the younger man drawls, looking him right in the eyes as he does, and Obi-Wan wonders not for the first time if Qui-Gon died and left Anakin in his care as some inhumane form of punishment. "Made significant strides with relations and learned a lot, I'm sure."

"Oh, well, that's good, Sir." Cody responds, and Obi-Wan really dearly hopes he's as unaware of the insinuation as he sounds. Cody really does not need to know these things. Anakin does not need to know these things. "I'm glad your mission was productive."

Anakin opens his mouth like he's going to say something else but closes it abruptly and grins instead when Obi-Wan glares at him and shakes his head slowly in warning. "Thank you, Cody." Obi-Wan says instead, leaning back in his seat and letting his eyes close as he tries to relax. Maker, he can still feel the effects of the night before, his muscles are more sore than he would have expected and he finds that he's very aware of the bruises you'd left behind and it's...strangely pleasant. 

He's not allowed to have emotional attachments, but. He kind of does hope that he'll see you again one day anyway. Until next time, Master Kenobi. 

[cafedanslanuit]

Hey, it's the previous anon here, you asked how I got my job and honestly? It was a simple case of right place, right time. I happened to hear third hand (through someone that I hadn't spoken to in years and just happened to run into at the supermarket, of all places) that there was a small game company that was looking for writers. Originally, my position was only going to be freelance, but as the company got bigger, they brought me on fulltime, and things kind of just went from there.

Funnily enough, at the time that I was interviewed, I had actually just dropped out of my psychology degree for mental health reasons. If I were still in that field, I'd really love to do a study on why there's such a massive overlap between fandom writers and psychology...

My best suggestion is to put out whatever feelers you can. Keep an ear out, follow your favourite writers on social media, and if you are interested in doing writing professionally, put together a portfolio of some writing and send it to whatever place you think might be interesting to work for - frankly, game studios are a really good bet for this, especially smaller ones. Even if they aren't actively looking, it might get passed along to someone, who may store it away for later reference. You never know where it might lead.

For the writing portfolio, either compile some work as a pdf, or create a wordpress blog and post some things that way. It can be any kind of work, any kind of length - speaking frankly, I did technically sneak a fanfic drabble in mine, I just changed the names since it was already somewhat ambiguous to begin with. I also included two non-fiction pieces I'd written for a university magazine, a poetry piece and a prose piece I'd recently done for a creative writing challenge, and several short pieces of work I'd originally written about friends of mine as a Christmas gift.

That said, I've seen some portfolios which have included two longer pieces - there really isn't a right or wrong answer here. Include pieces you feel good about, and don't write something simply for the sake of including it in your portfolio; if you write something with passion, or something you're interested in, it will show off your talents that much more. (Unfortunately the three-way call snk fic isn't really an option, because the writing in that is really good! Sadly, unless you're sending in an application to a game with adult content, they're probably going to be scared off. 😅 There are studios who do cover that kind of content, though, so... It really depends on who you're sending it to!)

I'd also suggest putting in some amount of information about you as a person - what kinds of things you like to do in your spare time, that kind of thing. If I read that someone really enjoys watching ocean documentaries, for example, and there happens to be a future character we're working on who lives near the ocean... Plus, it makes you feel more memorable. It's easier to remember that one writer who can quote the spinach puffs scene from Emperor's New Groove entirely from memory, versus someone who sent an email without any kind of personal information or writing samples.

I hope that helps! Obviously, I can only share my own experiences, but there are so, so many different options out there. Whatever you decide to do, I wish you lots of luck!

please i laughed so much with the idea of submitting three-way call fksdjhfksdj yeah unless they’re an adult gaming company they would be quite shocked lmao

i actually had never considered having a portfolio. i have just revamped my spanish writing blog, i used to only upload short stories (the longest one had 10k, but the other two had 1k and 4k) but now i’ve started writing poetry again, so im uploading them with nice looking graphics and everything <3

also thank you for the idea of sharing persona information, i’ve actually only redacted cvs for jobs in psychology so i tried to keep it very professional but you have a great point for more creative jobs

also i do think there’s a huge overlap, idk friend of mine that are fandom writers but for me writing had a lot to do with psychology. when i first decided i wanted to be a psychologist. i was creating a character that was a compulsive smoker and i asked myself “why is he a compulsive smoker, though?” i was 16 around that time. so i started doing research and i would read and print a lot of information, i would even take it to school and keep reading it during our breaks lol i never finished creating the character but i was fascinated about being able to understand people’s behaviours and i realized it also had a lot to do when it came to writing

i will definitely start working on a small portfolio and be on the lookout if i hear anything like that <3 thank you for taking the time to explain this to me and giving me such great tips! i will definitely work on them <3

[many-x-male-readers]

Unknown Mistakes

Thor x Son!Reader (platonic... Duh)

Warning: panic attack, anxiety, neglect(?), a little angsty

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For @sweetboybucky's 1k writing challenge. I asked from @death-likes-death and am posting from this account (sorry for not saying before hand)

A/N: posted later then expected because the power went out for a few hours

Monachopsis :The subtle, yet persistent, feeling of being out of place

(Name) stared out of the car's window. A sad, but defeated look defines his face. All he can think about is that he's going to meet his father. Thor. Out of all of the men in the world, his mother just had to fuck the god of thunder. The only thing that (Name) got from him genetically was his blue eyes.

(Name) sighed. He tried not to let the stress get to him. His mother was sick in the hospital  and she didn't have any other family to send him to. All exept his father, anyway.

Apparently his mom had contact with Nick Fury. Thats how he was on his way to the Avenger's tower. It was how he was going to finally learn to hate life.

"We're here, sir," the driver informed with his monotone voice.

"Thank you," (Name) replied. He opened the car door and left, closing the door behind him.

The Avenger's tower stood above (Name). And all he wanted to do was go back to his mom's hospital room. He walked into the front. A secretary at the front, and secrurity all of the room. (Name) walked up to the secretary's desk.

"Hello. How can I help you?" The secretary spoke.

"Um.. I'm here to see Tony Stark? M-my...my name is (Name) (L-Name)."

"Ah! Thats right!" The secretary exclaimed. They pulled a note off of their computer, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash near their desk.

"Please wait on the seats over there. Mr.Stark will be down shortly." The secretary motioned to some comfy looking seats by a window.

(Name) sat down. He pulled out his phone to occupy himself with something. He pulled up A Darker Shade of Magic [By: V.E/Victoria Schwab] on his phone, and started reading.

Nine pages in and Tony Stark finally arrives. He'd walked up to (Name), body guard in tow, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. When (Name) gave his attention, Tony motioned towards the elevator with a quick nod, and walked away.

(Name) hastily gathered his things, and then shoving stuff into his bag. He then slung his bag over his left shoulder and made an awkward half jog to the elevator. (Name) walked in with a light blush on his face.

The ride up to whatever goddamned floor it was, had been pretty awkward. That is until the all amazing Anthony Edward Stark spoke up, as he usually does.

"So, kid." Tony moves to put his hand on (Name)'s unoccupied, right shoulder. "Thor can be difficult in situations hes unaccustomed to. Meaning he'll either want to get to know you or avoid you after a quick greeting." Tony takes a pause, trying to collected his thoughts.

The elevator dings. Tony takes his hand off (Name)'s shoulder after a small pat.

"Fathers can be tough. Just know that." Tony walked out of the elevator.

Tony waved in the direction of the secrurity guard with a slight nod. The security guard stayed on the elevator.

(Name) followed after Tony, hesitantly. He thought of what Tony said. It only made him more nervous to meet his dad. (Name) could feel the anxiety slowly creep up on him. He took a shaky, deep breath. His bag felt heavy on his shoulder.

"He's just up here." Tony gestered to a door up ahead. "A couple of the other guys are in there. Just so you know." (Name) nods in response. He knows speaking right now might be what breaks him.

They reach the door, and (Name) uses it as a break to breath. Tony turns to looks at him. He knows what (Name) is feeling all too well.

Tony sighs and collects his thoughts. "You can do this another time. I can get you back to your mom, or get you a room somewhere else. Thor will understand if you don't feel like you can do this."

"I have to," (Name) spoke softly. "I don't want to disappoint my mom."

"Alright."

Tony pushed open the door. Inside it was a clean, and sort of expensive, looking living room. The two people sitting in the couch turn their heads. Thor, who was just pacing, stopped and stared at (Name).

(Name)'s breath caught in his throat. The father and son just stared at each other. (Name) swallowed hard, and took a deep breath.

He couldn't believe he was looking at his father. The one that hadn't known about him for his whole life. The one he didn't know about. Tony had signaled to the other to leave the two of them be.

As soon as (Name) heard the door click closed his breathing hitched. Then it hurt to breath. And it was faster. He couldn't see straight.

Thor watched as his son tried to stay standing. He watched (Name) try to stop his panic attack with no avail. He stepped towards him.

"(Name)." Thor placed a hand on (Name)'s shoulder. "Hey, uhh.. look at me."

(Name) looked at Thor, and calmed himself down, completely embaressed. As his breath settled, (Name) pulled back from Thor.

"S-sorry." (Name) hesitated.

"It is all right," Thor stopped before his son's name. "Shall we sit down?" Thor motioned to the couch. (Name) nodded and sat down.

Both of them tried to come up with something to talk about.

"How old are you?" Thor asked.

"16."

"MmHmm."

An awkward silence floated in the air.

A few moments later (Name) spoke up. "I'm just going to go and get some water." His head was faced down as his thumb pointed back towards a small kitchen space. He got up and rushed over to the sink, and pulled out his water bottle from his bag.

While (Name) filled his water bottle, Thor had left the room. All he could think of is how much (Name)'s eyes reminded him of his own.

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(Name) was given a room in the tower for the time his mom was in the hospital. Hes been there for a a week and a half. Every day after school he goes to visit his mom for two hours, then go back to the tower.

Most of the avengers have gotten to know him, but Thor seems to have been avoiding him.

It was another day, a Saturday, to be exact. The weekends in the tower aren't always 'nice'.

(Name) woke up at nine. Got dresssd into sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Then he headed towards the main kitchen for breakfast.

Most of the team were there already. A meal being made by Clint (because of a day off). There were three empty seats. (Name) took the side away from Thor. He was sat at the edge with another seat between him and Bruce Banner.

Everyone was talking about something. All of them accustomed to this, and close enough to talk with each other without a worry of saying the wrong thing. (Name) scooted into the edge of the seat, unease crawling into his skin.

"Breakfast is ready!" Clint sing-songed while waving his hand in an odd way.

Steve and Natasha got up to help Clint pass out the plates. Clint walked up to (Name) with two plates. He set one in front of (Name) and one in the seat on (Name)'s left and sat down.

Everyone continued on with their chat while eating. (Name) didn't see a reason to jump in. So he stayed quiet and kept his head down.

A stare bore itself into (Name)'s head. It made him shift, and bite at his lip. He glanced up quickly. Thor was the one that was staring. He looked confused and disappointed. That made (Name) look back to his plate.

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Some of the avengers were on a mission for SHEILD. (Name) had lounged in a living room for awhile. Just watching some movies and reading. Now he decides to call his mom.

"Hi mom," (Name) greeted.

"Hey baby." His mom sounded tired.

"Will I be able to visit today?"

"Not today, sweets. I'm sorry."

"Okay, but you have time to talk now, right?" (Name) tried to stop the desperation of his voice.

"Of course I do." Her voice was sweet as always, though.

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Thor walked around the tower. It had been a few months since he had this much free time. His stomach growled.

'Time for poptarts!' He thought to himself.

Thor made his way to the kitchen/living room. As he made his way to the room he heard a voice. When he got closer he realized it way (Name). Even though he knew it was wrong Thor decided to listen in.

"Ugh.. How do I even say this," Frustration laced (Name)'s voice.

"I know, I know." Thor heard (Name) take a deep breath.

"It just. . . I don't-I don't know if he even wants to be a part in my life, mom.

"I know that, but its been a week." A pause. "I have tried to talk to him.

"Mom, I just don't think I should even be here if he doesn't want be around." He sounded defeated now.

"Yeah, yeah." (Name) sighed. "Okay, love you too, mom."

Thor heard a click, and then a shuddering breath.

"Goddamnit mom." (Name) said to himself with a sharp inhale. "I really just want you to be here, maybe even give me a hug. . ." A hesitated sob escaped.

Thor took this as his moment to walk in.

"Oh! Hey (Name)!" Thor boomed.

(Name) looked over, terrified in the moment. Thor gulped, thinking quickly.

"Are. . . are you alright?" He lowered his voice to be sincere.

Thor watched as his son forced back tears. (Name) opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. So he shut his mouth.

"Would you like a hug?" Thor hesitantly asked.

It took a bit before (Name) answered. But slowly he nodded. Thor walked over to his son and engolfed him in a hug. Instantly (Name) hugged him back. Thor gently rubbed his son's back.

"Its alright to cry if you need to." As Thor finished his sentence (Name) broke down.

(Name) cried a few minutes before asking Thor quietly, "Do you want to have me around?"

"Of course, my child. I was a fool to push you away." Thor admitted.

(Name) looked up at Thor with his tear filled eyes. He chuckled.

"Whats so funny?"

"Nothing really, just that. . ." (Name) hiccuped. "Mom always told me I had your eyes."

"Really?" The statement made Thor curious.

"Yeah. Do you want to see her tomorow? If she lets me?"

"Yeah, yeah I'd love you." Thor gently rubbed (Name)'s back again.