#like. guys. it's just cheeze.

[adelle-ein]

if i really wanted to start controversy i could share my dairy-free opinions. follow your heart is the best vegan cheese.

[chromojoy]

Haven't drawn them in a while. Gotta change that.

[cheecats]

Can I request Shadowsight for the designs? Or maybe Frecklewish if you'd rather?

I'm curious what either would look like in your style! (Which I adore btw it's SO good)

i know Shadowsight is described as small in the books, but I prefer to interpret him with the Tigerstar(tm) tallness with Dovewing's build, and that he tends to shrink down/lower his voice while talking to appear as meek/non-threatening as possible because his peers get nervous around him

[vinnigami]

Is Aogami going to put that protagonfish in his house?

Aogami ate him. sorry

[mewvore]

i love how u just repost ur tweets its silly

its a microcosm of everything about my posting style: my supreme laziness for restructuring a post, my desire to show people a joke more than once for maximum comedic timing, and my desire to not let a post flop

[cheebuss]

I love ADHD Medic headcanons so much you guys, please keep them coming

[steveseddie]

rush

written for the @steddiebingo hop into spring mini event & the round one main card | prompts: start & store | rating: g | wc: 2,4k | tags: different first meeting, post season 3, coworkers steve and eddie, pre relationship, fluff

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“So, when does the new guy start?” Steve asks, spinning away on the chair behind the counter while Robin restocks the candy display.

“Friday,” she says, nearly dropping a Snickers bar.

Steve stops spinning abruptly, going a little dizzy. “We have the closing shift on Fridays,” he says and Robin makes a vague noise of assent. “Does that mean I’m stuck on closing duty with the new guy?”

“Yes.”

Slumping back on the chair, Steve groans. “Robin!”

“What? It’s not my fault my dad is dragging us out of town to visit his family, dingus!” She snaps, throwing her hands up in the air. The Snickers bar lands on the carpet. “You know I hate my dad’s side of the family, I will be miserable too.”

Steve sighs. He’s heard enough stories about Grandma Buckley to know that Robin is telling the truth. “It’s just that the thought of working an entire week without you is–”

Robin cuts him off with a strangled, “Uh.”

“What?”

“Did I say one week?” She asks sheepishly. Steve narrows his eyes at her. “More like, two.”

“Robin!”

**

Friday comes much too soon.

It’s not that Steve has ever been excited to go to work, but knowing that Robin won’t be there makes this shift seem ten times worse. Especially when he knows he has to show the ropes to some high school kid who wants to be there probably even less than Steve does.

As he drags himself through his morning routine, he weighs the pros and cons of quitting but ultimately decides against it– he enjoys free movies and working with his best friend far too much.

Eventually he makes it to Family Video, ten minutes before opening time and finds that Keith left behind a mess like he always does. There are empty Cheez Balls bags behind the counter and half finished soda cans, one of which got knocked over at some point, spilling soda on the carpet.

Grumbling, Steve crouches down to pick up the other ones before they end up spilled over too. While ducked down behind the counter, the door to Family Video opens and the bell chimes.

“Greetings!” A vaguely familiar voice says.

Steve checks his watch. Five minutes till ten. “Sorry, man, we’re not open yet.”

“Actually, I work here,” that same voice says. Right, Robin’s replacement. Steve totally forgot about him for a second. The voice sounds deeper than he expected, not that of a high school kid and it definitely sounds familiar.

Standing up, he realizes why when he sees–

“Eddie Munson, reporting for duty,” the guy says, offering Steve a dorky soldier salute.

Steve blinks. Eddie Munson isn’t who he expected at all. He doesn’t know him personally but he knows of him. Still in highschool, despite being older than Steve. A nerd. A metalhead. Can be found selling drugs in the woods behind the school. Likes to stand up on tables and complain loudly about The Man. Not necessarily the poster child for a stellar employee.

Steve’s nose scrunches up. “I thought you sold weed, not movies.”

Eddie snorts but Steve’s bitchy tone doesn’t seem to affect him. “I’m branching out,” he says with a shrug. Then he leans his elbows on the counter. “So what’s first, boss?”

“First,” he starts, grabbing a spare vest from behind the counter. “You put this on.”

Now it’s Eddie’s face that scrunches up. “Do I have to?” He asks, eyeing the green piece of clothing like it personally offended him.

Steve’s lips tug up at the corners. He shrugs. “Company policy, Munson.”

With a sigh, he reaches for the vest and shrugs it on. It definitely doesn’t go with the metalhead look he’s got going on but it doesn’t look bad either, in fact–

“Green looks good on you,” he blurts out before he can stop himself. Jesus Christ, why did he say that?

Luckily, Eddie takes it as a joke, glaring half-heartedly at Steve. “Fuck off, Harrington,” he says, shaking his curls out. “Okay, what now?”

Steve ignores the sudden urge to reach out and smooth down Eddie’s curls and gestures at him to follow him to the return bin. “Now we start by processing overnight returns.”

“Fun!” Eddie says with feigned cheerfulness, trailing behind Steve.

“You gotta make sure the right tape is in the case and separate those that are rewound from the ones that aren’t. Think you can do that?”

“Piece of cake, Your Majesty,” Eddie says, throwing a wink over his shoulder that makes Steve’s stomach flutter a little.

He brushes it off and leaves Eddie to it, focusing on cleaning Keith’s mess and doing his best to ignore his new coworker’s humming.

**

Steve walks Eddie through the rest of their morning routine– logging the returns into the system, restocking the candy display, facing tapes. He teaches him how to use the rewinding machine and the cash register. All of that before a single customer comes in.

“Is it always this dead?” Eddie asks, sticking another tape into the rewinding machine. He got the hang of it pretty quickly and Steve was happy to let him take over, even if he’s determined to be annoying about it and make weird noises with his mouth while the tape is being rewound.

“Mornings usually are,” Steve says, looking away from Eddie’s mouth and back to the computer where he’s supposed to be logging tapes in. “We’ll probably get a small rush around lunch.”

“How do you pass the time then?”

“Uh, by working?”

“Bo-ring!” Eddie loudly says, making Steve jump. “You work at a video rental, Harrington, don’t you guys watch movies?”

“Well, most of the time Robin and I can’t agree on one.”

Eddie leans back against the counter and looks Steve up and down. He tries not to squirm under his gaze. “Mm yeah, you look like you have bad taste.”

Steve scoffs. “How do you know it isn’t Robin’s movies that are bad?”

Shrugging, Eddie turns his attention back to the rewinding machine. “I just do, Stevie.”

Stevie.

The name has Steve blurting out some lie about being out of plastic bags and heading to the backroom, his cheeks pinking up.

He stays there for at least five minutes trying to make his blush go away.

**

Steve’s gotta hand it to Eddie– he handles the lunch rush pretty well.

It’s not the same as working with Robin but it definitely beats working with Keith, who disappears into his office for most of their shift, even during the busiest hours.

Despite doing his job well, Eddie still insists on being annoying about everything he does. He starts arguments with customers over which movie they pick, steals candy from the display when he thinks Steve isn’t looking–

“Steve! Help, the cash register is stuck!”

Excusing himself to the elderly couple he’d been helping, Steve steps behind the counter where he smacks his hand against the cash register, making it work again.

Eddie huffs out a snort. “Thanks, big boy,” he says, and a shudder travels down Steve’s spine.

That’s another annoying thing. The names.

Stevie. Big boy. They make his face flush, his stomach flip flop and his tongue trip over its words.

“Uh, sure, yeah. It’s– uh, no problem.”

Jesus Christ, he used to be smooth. Then again, he used to be the one doing the flirting.

Not that Eddie is flirting with him.

For some reason, that thought makes Steve’s stomach twist again, this time with disappointment.

**

“I saw that,” Steve says when Eddie grabs a Snickers bar from the candy display in what he thinks is a subtle way. It’s not.

“I’m not doing anything!”

“You keep stealing candy.”

Shrugging, Eddie pulls back the wrapping and takes a bite. “I’m just making use of my employee discount,” he says through a mouthful of chocolate.

Steve snorts, leaning on the broom he’s using to clean the mess a kid left behind when he opened a bag of chips and they exploded. “That’s not a thing.”

“Well,” Eddie says, waving his chocolate bar. “It should be.”

“I’ll be sure to tell Keith,” Steve says sarcastically before going back to sweeping.

Eddie goes back to cleaning the sticky counter where another kid spilled his soda. “What about movies?”

“Mm?”

“Do I get a discount for renting movies?” He asks, scrubbing away at a particular stubborn stain, his tongue peeking out in concentration. Steve’s eyes get stuck on it and he forgets he’s supposed to be sweeping and that Eddie just asked him a question.

“Oh, well, technically no, but no one will know if you take it with you and return it the next day,” Steve says with a shrug.

Eddie’s eyes sparkle. “Didn’t take you for a rule breaker, sweetheart.”

Steve’s fingers tighten around the broom handle so hard he worries it might snap, his stomach filling with what feels like a swarm of butterflies.

God damnit, he thinks. He can’t get a crush on a coworker again.

Especially when things wouldn’t go any differently with Eddie from how they did with Robin.

**

“So what’s the deal with you and Buckley?” Eddie asks when they’re alone again after the afternoon rush. He’s shamelessly munching on a string of licorice since Steve has long since given up on stopping him from stealing candy. He’ll just tweak the inventory later, it’s fine.

What’s not fine is that Eddie’s lips are tinted red from sucking on the candy, which makes them incredibly distracting for Steve.

“What?” He asks, having completely missed Eddie’s question.

“I said– what’s the deal with you and Buckley? Are you guys together or something? You talk about her a lot, dude.”

“Oh, no. No, man. No way.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “She’s not cool enough for you?”

“Actually she might be cooler than me,” Steve says with a fond smile. “Just don’t tell her I said that. She’s– she’s my best friend but she’ll still be insufferable about it.”

“So you don’t like her?” Eddie asks curiously. “Like like her?”

Steve can’t help but snort. “I know you’re still in high school, Munson, but really? Like like?”

Eddie simply rolls his eyes.

“I don’t, not like that,” Steve says, shrugging. “I kinda did when we worked together last summer, but she didn’t like me back.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up in his face. “She wasn’t interested in you?” He asks and when Steve shakes his head, he adds, “Damn. Maybe Buckley’s the one with bad taste, after all.”

Steve cocks his head. “What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie quickly says, taking a bite from the candy before holding it out to Steve. “Want some?”

Steve’s eyes follow Eddie’s tongue as he licks over his red lips, leaving them wet and shiny.

Boy, does he ever, he thinks, the words dangerously balancing at the tip of his tongue.

Luckily, a customer comes in and Eddie’s attention drifts elsewhere but it takes a little longer for Steve to snap out of his thoughts of tasting the candy straight from Eddie’s lips.

**

A girl walks up to the counter but Steve doesn’t notice her until she waves her hand in front of his face and says, “Hi.”

He was too busy watching Eddie as he gestured wildly at a group of nerdy teens that asked for a movie recommendation.

“Hi, welcome to Family Video,” Steve says sheepishly, turning his attention to her. “What can I help you with?”

The girl asks for a recommendation too but it’s clear that she’s just using it as an excuse to talk to Steve, probably hoping that he’ll ask her out. She’s pretty and nice, and Steve would probably enjoy taking her out, but as of seven hours ago, he’s had his eyes set on someone else.

Someone who, once the girl and the teens leave the store, walks up to Steve, ruefully shaking his head.

“Damn, Harrington, no wonder you’re single,” Eddie says, leaning his elbows on the counter.

Steve’s eyebrows knit together. “What?”

“That chick was obviously interested in you!”

“Oh,” Steve says, looking over Eddie’s shoulder at the girl as she gets into her car. “I guess.”

“Why didn’t you ask her out?”

Steve simply shrugs. He can’t exactly admit that he doesn’t feel like asking anyone out unless it’s him.

Eddie rolls his eyes and huffs. “Unbelievable.”

“You can go and ask her out yourself if you’re so offended,” Steve says bitchily, though the words come out sounding a little more bitter than he’d like.

With a sarcastic laugh, Eddie says, “First of all, she wouldn’t want to go out with a guy like me. Second of all, I wouldn’t want her to.”

“Not nerdy enough for you?” Steve asks, resting his elbows on the counter too, their faces only a couple of inches apart.

It gives him a good view of Eddie nervously biting on his bottom lip before he says, “Not guy enough for me.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

He sees Eddie almost imperceptibly gear up for whatever Steve is going to do next. He remembers Robin doing the same thing once, and can’t help but think about what this means. That he might have a chance with Eddie after all.

“Well, I’m sure a– a hot guy will come around that you can ask out,” he stammers out, feeling his cheeks warming up– from the proximity, the anticipation, the way Eddie’s eyes dart down to his lips and back up again, his mouth ticking up at the corners–

“You might be right, pretty boy.”

**

Closing time comes faster than Steve expected.

Eddie actually proves very helpful, and in no time, the two of them are done and walking out of the store.

Eddie hovers as Steve locks the door. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, shoving his hands into his jacket.

“You better,” Steve says, bumping their shoulders together. “Don’t leave me hanging, Munson, weekends are busy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here. I actually had fun working with you, Harrington.”

Steve’s stomach flutters. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

Eddie laughs as they reach the parking lot. Steve can see Eddie’s van parked in the opposite direction of his Beemer, but instead of heading that way, Eddie scruffs his feet against the pavement. “You know maybe we, uh, we could take a movie home sometime and watch it together?”

Oh. Now Steve’s stomach fills with a million butterflies, at least. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Eddie bites his lip around a smile. “Alright, pretty boy. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

With a two fingered salute, Eddie whirls around and starts walking towards his van. Steve walks over to his car with a smile.

He’s actually excited for the next two weeks. Who would’ve thought?

[snooperzz]

Back on You

Robert "Bob" Reynolds x female!Reader/OC Word count: 5.9k Warnings: angst, reader/oc has self esteem issues Note: this is written in third person & reader/oc is unnamed! you can also read this story on ao3 :) Summary/Excerpt: She liked Bob. She liked hearing about his favorite characters in the book he was working his way through, or the crazy stories from his time working at a bail bonds company as a sign-spinning chicken. She liked spending time with him and seeing his dorky smile, and she didn’t want to ruin that by telling him how much she liked it. How much she liked him. (i.e., A former member of the Guardians of the Galaxy, now a member of the New Avengers, has a crush on Bob.)

They had cornered her. 

“They” being Yelena and Ava. She had just gotten out of training with Bucky, and all she wanted to do was take a shower and disappear into her room for the rest of the day. But, of course, Yelena and Ava spotted her raiding the pantry and had now made it their top priority to make her talk about the one subject she avoided at all costs.

Bob .

Not that it was really his fault. He was just possibly the sweetest person that she had never met, and he unfortunately was not hard to look at. It was embarrassing, really, how often she was caught sneaking glimpses at him from across the room. It seemed like everyone was onto her. Well, everyone except for Bob, thankfully. He was oblivious, from what she could tell, and she did not plan to do anything to mess that up.

They were good friends. Ever since the New Avengers were announced, and she found herself moving from her closet-sized apartment into the Watchtower, she and Bob had been spending more and more time together. But that was just out of convenience. It wasn’t her fault his room was right across the hall from her own, and they just so happened to leave their rooms at the same time every morning. And it definitely wasn’t her fault they developed a habit of concocting smoothies together each morning, testing out new, sometimes questionable, combinations (this morning’s was strawberries, bananas, and jalapenos).

She liked Bob. She liked hearing about his favorite characters in the book he was working his way through, or the crazy stories from his time working at a bail bonds company as a sign-spinning chicken. She liked spending time with him and seeing his dorky smile, and she didn’t want to ruin that by telling him how much she liked it. How much she liked him .

So, she avoided the topic altogether. At least, she tried to. Just like she was doing right now, shoving whatever snacks she laid her eyes on into her arms in an attempt to get out of the impending conversation with Yelena and Ava as fast as possible.

“Save some for the rest of us,” Yelena teased, causing her to turn around. She could already feel her face turning hot.

“You’re ravaging this place like you haven’t eaten in weeks,” Ava commented. “Which I know isn’t true because I was forced to try the disgusting smoothie you and Bob made this morning.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” she muttered, placing a family-sized box of cheez its back onto the shelf.

“Speaking of Bob,” Yelena began, giving her a knowing look. “How is he?”

She shrugged, jostling the remaining snacks in her arms. “I don’t know. You should ask him.”

They both looked at her suspiciously. Then at each other. Then back at her.

“We just noticed you guys have been spending a lot of time together,” Ava hinted, raising her eyebrows. “So we thought you might know.”

“I haven’t seen him since this morning. I’ve been training with Bucky all day, so I’m starved,” she laughed awkwardly. 

They groaned at her excuse.

“Come on,” Yelena sighed. “We all see you guys looking all goo-goo eyed at each other. It’s disgusting.”

“What?! I don’t—”

Ava interrupted her, stating her name sharply.

“You do,” Yelena continued. “You definitely do, even Alexei is getting annoyed.”

“Why don’t you say something?” Ava questioned her. 

Her face was burning under their pointed gazes, and she shifted from side to side, unsure how to respond.

Ava said her name again, waiting for the girl to look up at her before continuing. “You’re a badass, and he likes you. You’ve got nothing to be afraid of.”

“I don’t know—”

“Oh my God,” Yelena groaned, walking up to her and grabbing the snacks out of her arms and putting them back in the pantry shelf. “Why don’t you invite him out for food instead of stuffing your face with cheese crackers.”

She grabbed the girl’s shoulders and gently pushed her out of the kitchen.

“And take a shower! You stink!” Ava called out after her as she rushed back to her room. 

The two women watched her scurry away before looking at each other, unable to hide the coy smiles growing on their faces.

When she got back to her room, she had hoped she would feel some type of relief. She wasn’t under the prying eyes of Yelena and Ava anymore, but her mind was still racing. Did they really believe that Bob had feelings towards her too? She had sometimes thought maybe he did, like when he stayed up with her until the next morning on movie nights. Long after everyone else went to bed, they would make home on the couch, a bucket of popcorn in between them, having their own movie marathons.

Last week, Bob had introduced her to Back to the Future . Well, she had heard of it before but had never had the time to actually watch it. 

She hadn’t grown up on Earth. She was raised by Ravagers and grew up surrounded by dingy ship walls and bitter outcasts. Her parents had abandoned her as a child, and she was on her own for a while. Until one day, a little boy not that much older than her with fiery red hair picked her up and refused to let her go. Peter Quill became like an older brother to her. A piece of family she never thought she would have. He taught her how to shoot a gun and break out of a jail cell. He showed her which vents in the Ravagers’ ship led to the kitchen and where Yondu kept his spare arrows. She missed him. More than she thought she would when she decided to stay on Earth while the rest of the Guardians travelled back into space with Thor. 

She remembered saying goodbye. Peter almost refused to leave, but she had always been more stubborn. After each Guardian insisted on having their turn to hug her, Peter approached her again, handing her a small box.

“What is this?” she had asked, eyeing him with a quirked brow before taking the box from his hands. When she opened it, she found his walkman along with some other device.

“I can’t take this,” she said immediately, automatically ripping it out the box and pushing it onto his chest.

“Nah, you have to take it,” he chuckled. His eyes were glassy, and his smile was teasing, almost mournful. “You gotta have something to remember me by. Remember how you abandoned me with these losers.” He put the walkman back in her box.

“Then what’s this for?” She picked up the second device.

“That’s a pager. I put my number in there in case you ever want to reach out.”

She smiled, holding the box of gifts close to her chest. She tried to ignore the burning in her eyes. “Does it work even if we’re on different planets?”

“You’ll have to test it out,” his eyes were watering too, and he pulled her in for a final hug.

She hadn’t seen him since that day, and she hadn’t reached out either. Sometimes she would find herself just sitting with the pager, her mind dancing with the decision of sending Peter a message. But she could never do it. She usually ended up slipping on his old headphones and listening to one of his mixes on the walkman. It reminded her of home. Her old home on the Milano. This happened more often, though, before she met Yelena, Ava, and the rest of the Thunderbolts.

She felt happier now. She liked being on Earth. It was something she never got growing up. She also liked her new friends. Her new friends that became more and more like family everyday, no matter how much they tried to deny it. And, as much as she tried not to think about it, she really liked hanging out with Bob.

Sighing, she shook her head.

Fuck it.

She would say something. Tell him how she felt. But only because Yelena and Ava seemed so sure he reciprocated her feelings.

She spent her entire shower trying to find the right words to ask him to dinner, but nothing sounded right. She felt stupid. She had fought side by side Iron Man and Captain America to defeat Thanos. She could fly a spaceship. Was she really going to let the idea of talking to a boy scare her?

No.

Ava was right. She was a badass. She reminded herself of this as she walked towards her bedroom door. All she had to do was open it up, walk across the hallway, and ask Bob if he wanted to get burgers or something. She took a deep breath and swung the door open, only to find a figure already standing there, arm raised as if he were about to knock on her door.

It was Bob. Bob in his navy blue sweater and corduroy pants. Bob with his curly hair framing his face, with that dorky smile that always made her face turn red. He swallowed nervously, letting out an awkward laugh as he slowly brought his arm down.

“Hi,” he said, his voice almost a whisper as he looked at her intensely.

“Hey,” she squeaked back, her confidence from five seconds ago quickly depleting.

He cleared his throat, his hands clasped tightly together in front of him. Despite his efforts to make himself seem smaller, his broad shoulders felt like they took up her entire door frame. She tried not to think about how good he looked.

“I was wondering if maybe you wanted to grab dinner with me?” His words came out quick, like if he didn’t say them now, he probably never would. “I heard the burger place down the block also has good milkshakes.”

She didn’t say anything at first. Really, she was shocked. He asked her before she had even gotten the chance to approach him. When she didn’t say anything for a moment, he began to look worried.

“We don’t have to, though, if that’s too wei–”

“No!” she interrupted him quickly. “I would really like that.”

“Really?” A soft smile began to grow on his face.

“Of course.” She smiled right back.

So, they went to dinner. They both ordered a burger, fries, and a milkshake, hers chocolate and his vanilla, of course. They talked about anything and everything. Bob caught her up on the current book he was reading (Bucky had recommended The Hobbit ), and they made plans to binge all of The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings movies once he finished all of the books. She told him about her adventures with the Guardians and all of the stupid arguments her old teammates always had. He was still fascinated by the fact that she had not only been to space, but she had also grown up there too. That, and the fact she also knew a talking racoon.

They spent hours at the diner, talking and sipping on their milkshakes, until finally, a waiter came over and told them the restaurant was closing soon. Bob picked up the check, refusing to let her pay no matter how much she insisted, and they walked back to the Watchtower.

She thought about holding his hand, but she didn’t want to push it.

When they got back to the team’s penthouse, it was quiet. Not quite ready to go to bed, they sat down on the couch. She tried not to think about how close they were to each other. How their legs were brushing against one another’s. They sat like that for a while, quietly. It was a comfortable silence for the most part, but her mind was racing, the butterflies in her stomach picking up.

She wanted to kiss him. She really did. But she had never kissed anyone before. Before she was on Earth, she never really had the time. Or the want. She saw how many women Peter tried sneaking into his room, and she never really understood why. She had never been interested in anyone like that. 

Not until she met Bob. 

But now that she knew she wanted to kiss him, she also knew that she had no idea how to kiss anyone. It was embarrassing, really. Most people her age had been in relationships already, and she had never even had her first kiss.

Bob whispered her name so quietly she could barely hear it, but she still jumped in surprise as his voice pulled her from her thoughts.

“Thanks for getting dinner with me,” he smiled shyly at her, and she returned his look.

“Thanks for asking.”

“Maybe we could go again tomorrow?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I'd like that a lot.”

They were quiet again for a moment, but before she could spiral into her thoughts for the second time, Bob spoke.

He said her name softly as he shifted his body on the couch to face her head on. His eyes were serious, and they shifted between looking at her own eyes and her lips. He leaned in closer, placing a hand softly onto her thigh and the other on her waist.

She froze. This was it. He was going to kiss her, and she wanted him to kiss her. But she also had no idea how to kiss him back.

He leaned in even closer (somehow that was possible) and stopped for a moment, looking at her, waiting for a sign that she was good, that he could keep going. She took in a shaky breath and gave him a small nod.

When his lips finally touched hers, they felt surprisingly warm, assured. The complete opposite of how she was feeling. She felt like a bumbling mess. She had no idea what to do with her hands. She had always heard not to think about how to kiss someone and just to let it happen. But that felt impossible at the moment. She tried to let him guide the kiss and simply follow his lead, and that worked for a moment until suddenly, he wasn’t there anymore. And neither was the silence they had found comfort in.

In its place was the thunderous sound of thousands of heroes and aliens charging towards each other, attacking each other all around her.

Then she saw it. Herself. Fighting the Chitauri, shooting down every alien that she could, but she was running out of time. They were starting to corner her. She remembered when this happened. It was years ago, in the Avengers’ final fight against Thanos. 

Then she saw him. Peter. After five years of not knowing if he was alive. After hearing from Nebula he had been turned to dust. He was there, in front of her and alive. She remembered how happy she was, how thankful she was to see him.

She watched as he helped take down the remaining Chitauri that had her trapped. She watched her past self as she ran toward him, jumping into his embrace. They gripped each other tightly, and her past self laughed almost hysterically as she fought against tears.

Then there was a shift. He paused. He had seen something else. Someone else . His grip loosened, slowly releasing her, and her past and present self turned to look at what he saw.

It was her. Gamora.

Peter had left her side now, walking slowly towards Gamora, his eyes wide in awe and admiration. He left her alone to watch as he ran back to Gamora. Again. 

It wasn’t that she was jealous of Gamora. She just felt intimidated anytime she was around. And a little bit sad. Forgotten, maybe. She had grown up with Peter, watching him bulldoze through thousands of hookups and one-night stands. Sure, it was annoying, but at the end of the day, she knew she still had him. He would always look out for her, always have her back. Not to say that after he met Gamora he didn’t look out for her anymore, but things were definitely different. He started going to Gamora for second opinions instead of her, and started only looking for Gamora’s approval of his ideas.

So, it hurt when he ran straight to Gamora after not seeing him for years. And watching it all over again, those feelings came right back.

She shook her head violently, wanting to be anywhere but in that memory. She closed her eyes tightly, pushing against her tears and her own brain. She wanted out, out, out .

Then, it was quiet again. A panicked voice was calling her name, and a hand nudged her shoulder softly. She opened her eyes to see Bob again, a worried look on his face. She looked all around her, taking in the environment. She wasn’t in the past anymore. She was here, in the penthouse, with Bob.

“A-are you okay?” Bob asked, his voice laced with concern.

She nodded quickly. She was pretty sure she was fine. Her face felt wet, though, and she wiped her cheeks with her sleeve. Had she been crying?

“You went somewhere else, didn’t you?”

She looked at him dumbly. She felt like an idiot. She had spent the past few months thinking about kissing Bob, and when she had finally gotten the chance, she blew it. Maybe if she hadn’t been in her own head so much, she wouldn’t have ruined it.

“I’m sorry,” Bob muttered, his eyes down cast. He scooted away from her, not wanting to touch her. Not wanting to accidentally send her into another bad memory.

She shook her head, watching as he moved away. Even though she didn’t really want him to. “It’s not your fault,” she tried to reassure him, but she could tell he didn’t believe her.

“I’m gonna, uh,” she continued. She stood up, hugging herself. “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll, uh–I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She rushed out of the living area and back to her room, wishing she could disappear.

The next few days felt never ending. She sunk herself into her training, using it as a distraction from the fact she hadn’t spoken to Bob in days. He was clearly avoiding her. Every morning when she made her way into the kitchen, he was already there, eating a bowl of cereal and refusing to even glance in her direction.

It hurt, but she understood. She had run away after he kissed her, with no explanation. And, in all honesty, she had been avoiding him since that night too. She just missed him. Missed getting to spend time with him every day. 

Instead, she spent time in the gym. And when she wasn’t attacking punching bags or trying not to die on the treadmill, she was in her room. Alone with her thoughts and Peter’s walkman. She tried to use the music to drown out the old memories flooding her brain. Ever since seeing her past self that night, she kept remembering her life before being on Earth. Before the Blip. Before the Guardians, even.

Back when Yondu would send her on smuggling missions once Peter was too big to actually fit in the vents anymore. Back when Yondu deemed missions “too dangerous” for her to join him and Peter, and he would leave her behind. Stuck with the rest of the Ravagers. The Ravagers that would leave her on less-than-safe planets for “fun,” forcing her to find her way back on her own. When she did eventually find her way back, they would still taunt her relentlessly, telling her she would never be a real Ravager. Not that she even wanted to be anyway.

She wanted to be just like Peter. Peter, who was charismatic and good at taking down whatever enemies got in Yondu’s way. Peter was always Yondu’s favorite, and she was always the second choice. The one Yondu would take along only when Peter was too busy with another mission.

She had finally left the confines of her room, choosing to go sit outside instead. She was sitting on the edge of the landing pad, her feet dangling over the streets of New York. She held her pager, staring at the number Peter left for her.

Maybe she should finally reach out. It had been a few years since the Guardians left on their search for Gamora. Maybe they had found her. Her fingers hovered over the device. A small part of her told her to just do it. To not think about it and send him a message. It didn’t have to be anything crazy or deep, maybe just a simple “Hey, how are you?” But, a bigger part of her was scared. Scared to reach out to him only to never hear back.

That was where Bucky found her, sitting at the rails of the helicopter pad. The rest of the New Avengers knew something was up. They had noticed she and Bob were never together anymore, annoying the rest of them with their constant, yet somehow oblivious, flirting with each other. They noticed that she had also spent less and less time with them as a group, choosing instead to hide away in the gym or her room.

He had been looking for her that evening. They had just finished eating dinner, and she opted not to join them once again. So, he took it upon himself to make her a plate and bring it to her room. When he knocked on her door, though, she didn’t answer. She wasn't there, and he also didn’t find her in the gym either. He asked around, to see if anyone else knew where she was, but all he was met with were shrugs. 

That was until he ran into Bob. Bob, who quietly informed him he saw her make her way outside to the landing pad. And, sure enough, that’s where he found her.

He called her name softly, and she turned to look at him, watching as he sat down beside her and placed a bowl of mac and cheese in between them. 

“I brought you some food.” He looked at her carefully, as if he was trying to figure out what was going on inside her head. “We missed you at dinner.”

She scoffed. “Thank you.” She looked back down at the pager in her hands.

“What’s that?” Bucky asked, nodding towards the device.

“Pager,” she responded. Her brows furrowed. “Shouldn’t you know that? Aren’t you like a hundred years old?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Over one hundred, and that’s actually past my time.”

She smiled, “Right.” 

There was a beat of silence between them.

“It’s from Peter,” she spoke again. “He was one of my friends before being here. Before the Blip.”

Bucky nodded, but he didn’t say anything. He just waited for her to continue.

She took a deep breath. “He gave it to me in case I ever wanted to reach out. Put his number on it.”

“Have you?”

She shook her head.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I guess…I guess I’m just afraid he won’t answer.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t give you his number if he wasn’t going to answer.”

She shrugged. “He’s probably too busy to respond, anyway.”

“How would you know that if you haven’t reached out?”

“What are you doing?” she huffed. “Did you come out here just to lecture me?” She looked at him, her furrowed eyebrows turning into a scowl.

His head dropped. “No. No, I came out to make sure you’re okay. We’re worried about you.”

She turned to stare at the streets below them. “I’m fine. Just…tired I guess.”

“Did something happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t been around. You missed movie night yesterday. I don’t know, I just feel like something’s up.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, and he said her name again. “You can talk to me.”

She thought about his offer, chewing on her lip. She knew she could trust him. Bucky was there for her after the final battle with Thanos. He took her under his wing, offering her a place to stay. But she knew he had his own demons, his own battles. She didn’t want to be a burden on him, so when she finally got a job, she moved into her own place. Then, they found each other again. Through Valentina, of all people.

“Me and Bob…kissed,” she said finally, so quiet he almost didn’t hear her.

“Really?” Bucky mused. “How’d that go?”

She grimaced. “Not great. I ran out on him. Left him alone on the couch.”

“Ouch.”

“Wait, no! It wasn’t his fault. It was me,” she stammered. “I mean, he was great.”

Bucky tried and failed to hide his smile. “I’m sure he was.”

She felt her face burning. What was she doing?  

“Geez,” she groaned, hiding her face in her hands, the pager dropping to the floor beside her. She lifted her head to look at it again, the memories of Peter and the Guardians rushing back into her mind.

“When we kissed,” she continued. “It took me back to a memory. From when we fought Thanos for the last time.”

Bucky nodded, letting her continue.

“I saw myself. And Peter. I hadn’t seen him in five years at the time. I thought I would never see him again. When we saw each other, we hugged each other so tight. I didn’t want to let go.”

She could feel the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“But then he let go. Because he saw her. ”

Bucky looked at her carefully. “Who?”

She laughed dryly. She sounded ridiculous. “Gamora. His girlfriend . He ran straight to her. It didn’t surprise me, really, but it still hurt. You know?”

Bucky nodded.

She went on, “I didn’t know it at the time, but he thought she was dead. Well, technically she was . But he didn’t think he would ever see her again, and then he did. And I understood that, I thought the same thing about him. But I just…”

She paused for a moment, gathering her words. “Ever since Gamora came into our lives, and we became the Guardians of the Galaxy, it felt like I lost a piece of him. Like I used to be his number one. His best friend. And then that became…her.

“And it was fine. I mean, I made new friends too, but…my new best friend was a talking racoon. And his best friend was a tree.” She laughed pathetically. She felt stupid, sitting there crying in front of the Winter Soldier about having no friends. He must have had better things to worry about.

He shifted closer to her, placing a firm hand on her shoulder and squeezing it gently. “You’re being too hard on yourself,” he said softly.

She sniffled. “I’m just tired of always being everyone’s second choice. My parents abandoned me. Then my fake-dad liked my fake-brother better than me. And then my fake-brother decided to get a girlfriend that was ten times better than I was.” Her words came out in hiccups.

Bucky let out a quiet, “Come here,” before pulling her into a tight embrace. She hid her face into her hands, tucking herself into his side.

“You’re not everyone’s second choice,” he told her, adamant. “We all care about you. We all want you here. You’re an asset to our team, and you’re a great friend.” He squeezed her to his chest, letting her release all of the emotions she had been holding back for years.

He didn’t let her go until she pulled back on her own.

“For what it’s worth, I can definitely think of one person who considers you their first choice.” Bucky paused, pretending to think. “Hmm, yeah. You are definitely their favorite out of our little group, although,” he grimaced. “Your competition isn’t that great, so I don’t know how flattered you should be.”

He nudged her shoulder playfully, and she laughed, her sniffles fading away. “Oh yeah? Who’s that?”

He looked at her as if it was obvious. “Oh I don’t know, the one person that knew exactly where to find you when I asked.”

She nodded her head and looked down, attempting to hide the smile sneaking onto her face. “Bob,” she whispered.

“Bob,” Bucky confirmed. Another beat of silence. “You should talk to him.”

She took a deep breath in. “I don’t think he wants me to do that. He avoids me like the plague, he can’t even look at me.”

“Okay, now that,” he pointed at her. “That is a lie. He cannot take his eyes off of you. He’s just good at hiding it.”

She shook her head, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t kn–”

“I’m serious,” he butted in, giving her a sharp look. “Just at least try. Please. Okay? If not for your sake then for the rest of ours.”

She nodded. “Okay, I will.”

“And eat this,” he continued, picking up the bowl of mac and cheese and plopping it down on her lap. “Before it gets cold. Yelena worked too hard on it for it to go to waste.”

That night, she found herself pacing back and forth in her room, trying to muster up the courage to go knock on Bob’s door. It reminded her of just a few days ago, when she was convincing herself to ask him on a date. Except when she opened the door this time, he was not already there, waiting for her. So, she took a deep breath and made the short trek to his side of the hallway. Before she could even think about turning around and running back to her room, she lifted her hand and landed three soft knocks on his door.

She waited for a moment, nothing happened. She couldn’t hear anything on the other side of the door. Maybe he was out. Just as she was turning to walk back to her room, the door swung open, and Bob’s voice called out her name.

She turned to face him. He was in his pajamas, a hoodie pulled over his head. “Is everything okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, I, uh,” she ran her hand through her hair, trying to release some of her nerves. “I wanted to talk to you.”

He swallowed, nodding quickly. “Sure. Do you wanna…” he trailed off, opening his door a little bit wider. He motioned inside.

She nodded back, stepping into his room. It wasn’t her first time in there. There was one night where she had woken up from a nightmare, unable to fall back asleep. When she went to the kitchen to grab herself some water, she found Bob already there, raiding the fridge for a midnight snack. Since they both knew sleep was not in the cards for them that night, they grabbed a Monopoly board from the living area and took it back to Bob’s room. They played Monopoly until six in the morning, and both ended up falling asleep on the bedroom floor.

They stood there for a moment. Bob waited for her to speak, but she was wrapped up in her own thoughts, remembering that night. Finally, she broke the quiet tension between them.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry, Bob. For leaving you the other night. And for ignoring you the past few days. I was just…scared I guess.”

He watched her for a moment, then said, “I’m sorry for scaring you.” 

Her eyes grew. That wasn’t what she meant at all .

“No!” she said suddenly, startling him. “ You didn’t scare me, Bob. I just…when we kissed, you disappeared, and I saw myself. Myself from years ago. It was a memory I forgot about, one pushed down, but it came back that night. and I’ve kind of just been…wallowing since then.”

“That was my fault,” he argued. “That still happens sometimes when I touch someone. They see things they don’t want to. They have to relive memories they hate. I knew that it could’ve happened to you, but I kissed you anyway.”

“I knew that, though.”

He stared at her, eyebrows creased in confusion. “Wh-what?”

“I knew that there was a chance it would happen, but I didn’t care.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, I didn’t. Because I like you, Bob. And I wanted to kiss you,” she was rambling now, the words flowing out of her like a waterfall. “And I’ve missed you the past few days. A lot.”

“I like you too,” he confessed. She could see his cheeks turning red, and she could feel her face heating up.

She went to grab his hand, but he backed away from her touch. He apologized. “I don’t want to send you back there again.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think you did. I think I did.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was so nervous that night. So in my own head. I had never kissed anyone before, and I was so worried about messing it up. About not being good enough. I think all those negative thoughts are what brought that memory back.”

He nodded, taking in her words. Trying to understand. “You could never not be good enough,” he promised. 

His words caused her face to heat up even more, and she looked away, trying to hide it. He said her name, and she turned to look at him again.

He stepped closer to her, grabbing the arm of her sweatshirt. “Would you maybe want to try again?”

She didn’t even have to think about her answer. She nodded softly, her breath hitching as his hand moved from her sweatshirt to her neck, cupping her jaw, his other hand placed on the small of her back. She was still nervous, yes, the butterflies dancing around her stomach made that obvious. But it was a different kind of nervous than before. It was more of an anticipation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him in closer until, finally, their lips touched. She didn’t even have to think about it this time. It was natural. Right.

The kiss started off tender, sweet. But soon, it turned into something more hungry, like they had been waiting months to explore each other in this way. And honestly, they had.

After what felt like hours, they finally broke apart, but they didn’t let go, still holding each other close.

“You still here with me?” Bob breathed, his hands traveling down her sides to rest on her waist.

She laughed breathlessly and nodded, their noses bumping together with her movement. “I’m here,” she whispered.

He leaned in again, and she could feel the smile in his kiss.

“For someone so worried about messing up, you’re pretty good at this,” he teased, squeezing her sides.

His words sent heat through her body, and she shoved him back playfully. “Shut up,” she rolled her eyes.

He laughed along with her, and they both settled into a comfortable silence.

“Maybe now everyone can get off our backs about this,” he said, pointing between the two of them.

“God, yes,” she groaned, shaking her head. “Yelena and Ava would not leave me alone.”

“It was John for me,” he chuckled.

“You’re kidding.”

“I really wish I was. That guy’s an asshole.”

“...Sooo, how are we feeling about getting some milkshakes right now?”

“I was about to say the same thing.”

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Holiday w/ Friends II

Random posts on the TL of the lads girlies and their holiday trip ft. comments from the LIs, Jenna and Nero

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liiisa_: this bitch really crashed this hoe

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misshuntermc: I would've made it if I didn’t get stuck on that snowdrift

↳ simonesays: you mean the tree? 🤨

imjenna: what is she pointing at?

↳ liiisa_: A TREE ↳ talkthat_tara: “can you shovel some of this snow?” BITCH THATS A TREE

misshuntermc: why are you bringing up old shit?

↳ liiisa_: this was 30 minutes ago ↳ misshuntermc: exactly

talkthat_tara: she almost ran the instructor over we should've known she’d crash 🙄

↳ misshuntermc: are y’all jumping me right now? ↳ simonesays: babes please stay a passenger princess 🙏🏼 ↳ liiisa_: PLEASE 🙏🏼

_thedrzayne: mistakes happen 🤷🏻‍♂️

lumiere.who: that tree shouldn't have been there

seagod_raf_: that tree is a hater 😤

skye.109: Do I need to buy the resort?

↳ seagod_raf_: Relax my guy you're not the only one with money ↳ skye.109: Huh? oh I thought somebody with the lowest bounty said something ↳ seagod_raf_: Alright now I gotta assassinate you ↳ _thedrzayne: Since when is having a bounty on your head a good thing?

talkthat_tara: well damn…. ^^

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talkthat_tara: Healing my inner child every time we’re together 🥰

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misshuntermc: Stop I will cry right now 🥺

liiisa_: “you know what yea life is good” - Me every time we hangout 🥹

simonesays: Now what if I cry like a baby?? what then??? HUH!? ☹️

nene.nero: MC is tagged but I don’t see her

↳ misshuntermc: simone knocked me to the floor ↳ simonesays: I made sure you were okay before I laughed ↳ misshuntermc: bitch 😑

imjenna: no invite?

↳ liiisa_: you woulda came? 😧 ↳ talkthat_tara: stop I will come pick you up right now ↳ imjenna: I'll pack my bag ↳ simonesays: AHHHHHH JENNA 🤭

nene.nero: no invite?

↳ simonesays: ….. so anyway im going to the store y’all want anything? ↳ liiisa_: sun chips and gushers please ↳ talkthat_tara: Cheez its ↳ misshuntermc: nerd clusters and wine ↳ nene.nero: 😐

misshuntermc [Private story]

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misshuntermc: Seconds before disaster

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talkthat_tara replied to private story: IS THIS HOW YOU GUYS FELL INTO THE MIRROR??

_thedrzayne replied to private story: Please don’t tell me you hurt yourself 😒

seagod_raf_ replied to private story: lol dumbass ☠️

simonesays replied to private story: it sounded like a boulder fell into the house wtf 🥴

liiisa_ replied to private story: bitch im still laughing 🤣🤣

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liiisa_: I wish you would’ve got the noodle smacking MC in the cheek

↳ misshuntermc: why are you praying on my downfall? 🧐

talkthat_tara: That pasta was hot as hell why did I let her talk me into a “noodle race”

↳ misshuntermc: because you love me 🥰 ↳ simonesays: because you two bet money

imjenna: You four are my top hunters what happens when you leave work?

↳ simonesays: we all start running off one braincell 🤷🏻‍♀️ ↳ liiisa_: I simply turn my brain off ↳ talkthat_tara: brain off just vibin’ 🙂‍↕️ ↳ misshuntermc: idk man I just work here

pt. 1

[charliemwrites]

It’s been a minute - the last two weeks have been mind bogglingly stupid. But hopefully things are settling now? Idk anyway - consider this something to tide yall over until I can put out the Price/Reader/Simon fic

I am thinking about that threshold of dating when you get past all the prettiness. Like, when being human just becomes part of the relationship. It stops being carefully picked outfits, styled hair, nice perfume/cologne, careful bites of food.

I’m talking about the intimacy of stupid, stupid shit. I’m talking about the first time Krueger calls your name and you reply in a little gremlin voice “wHaT”.

I’m talking about Simon bringing home a treat for you and you do a weird little run, arms swinging and knees coming up too high, to get it from him.

Kyle staring in a mix of horror and fond exasperation as you quote, word for word and perfect intonation, your favorite bit from a YouTube video or tv show or comedy special.

Baffling Nikto by having a stupid ongoing bit that he doesn’t understand and you refuse to explain. Something like, “and I’m gonna eat your captain, of course”. What does that mean? You’re going to eat him?? “Yeah, with salt and butter. Nom nom.”

You pull that bit where you do shitty cosplays of characters. Johnny nearly pissed himself when you wandered into the kitchen covered in green paint with construction paper ears, mumbling in a little old man voice “consume cheez-its, I must, or rip Kenobi a new one, I will.”

Dancing badly, like not even cute badly, just BADLY in the kitchen or while you’re cleaning. It looks almost like you’re having a seizure really. Price is about two seconds from banning that “shake it” song by neon trees

Konig fears “Squirrel Girl” - his pretty little girlfriend disappears to be replaced with this creature that mutters about nesting and acorns and hibernating for winter.

Keegan just about died of embarrassment the first time you pretended his dick was microphone and leaned in close, saying “is this thing on? What’s the deal with airplane food?”

On that note - Gromsko didn’t realize having a pretty little stay at home wife like a traditional marriage meant his dick becomes fair game. She’s grabbin’ him like a handful of candies. When he asks why she points and says “that’s mine by law” and puts a bottle cap on it. “He’s got a hat now”. You make fantastic pies but you also keep asking to hold it while he pees.

You fuss at Velikan to hold still so you can preen in the visor of his helmet. You also put stickers on it and purposefully guilt trip him if he tries to remove it.

Oh and stealing clothes? Oh sure a t-shirt is hot. But their workout shorts? Their underwear or ugly military socks? Sooooo much better than the cute silk set you bought when you first started dating - for you, anyway.

I’m just so here for the weird intimacy of people moving past the aesthetic honeymoon phase of their relationship. Especially when it’s one of the guys who def hasn’t been in a comfortable long term relationship before (like konig or simon).

Same vibes as that time Robert Pattinson invited his stalker out to dinner and she lost interest because he simultaneously so weird but so boring. Not cute weird shit, just weird shit that you would never do in front of anyone else. Stupid, ugly faces and funky voices/impressions and cursed walking/running around.

[icyg4l]

Summer Lovin: What’s Your Love Life Looking Like This Summer?

hello beautiful people! this is all about what you can expect for this upcoming summer in your love life. this is a continuation of the summer 2024 tarot series! before we get started, i want to say thank you all for supporting me once again. it means a lot as this blog continues to grow. and thank you guys for being patient with me. without further ado, please choose the image that resonates with you.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

pile one: you just wanna be in your room, huh? i think that you will meet a new person & it will take you some time to get used to their energy. but it feels like you have been single for a while now. you’re not really interested in anyone really. but the new person will ignite something in you. this connection will make you more playful. you will meet this person in a place where you least expect it. i think this person will have to grow on you. it feels like a slow burn. as you two become more connected, i feel like you will acknowledge them as a blessing in your life rather than a burden. it’s time to flirt a little bit. your spirit guides want you to be more warm, open and willing to go somewhere outside of work. get dressed up when you go out. not for the sake of romance, but just for self-appreciation purposes. this person will appreciate your intellect so much. they could be born in the summer and wear brown/earth tones a lot. if this is a masculine person, they have long hair. if this is a feminine person, they wear braids. cherish the moments that you have with this person because i have a feeling this is a fling. this person is someone the universe sent to you because they wanted you to get off the bench lmaoooo.

cards used: ace of wands, 9 of cups, knight of pentacles, 6 of cups, the tower, the hermit, king of cups, queen of wands.

extras: cheez its. broken umbrella. chrome hearts. new lingo. ribbons in hair. recently attended a concert. choker. thigh high boots. beetles.

pile two: you don’t have to search for anyone because they will come looking for you. i feel like you got out of a relationship about 6-12 months ago & now you’re wanting to get back into the field. because you set the intention or looking for a specific person, you’re going to find them at the right time. it’ll be almost lightning speed. but remember, you’re the prize. this person is gentle. you have a roster, don’t you? soon, those numbers will be deleted out of your phone because someone will sweep you off of your feet. i see you being bored with the dating scene as well. but by the end of the summer, you will come across your person. they are average height so don’t expect them to be super tall/short. this person invests a lot of money into their personal scent; this will be one of the things that will catch your attention about them. this will be a relationship that lasts past the summer. this person was sent into your life so that you could believe in love again. love can be the fairytale you deserve and more, darling.

cards used: 10 of cups, the star, 2 of discs, prince of wands, 7 of cups (rx), the hierophant.

extras: sharp eyeliner. being overstimulated. zoo field trip. fetty wap. 5th grade. boba tea. cashapp. blonde curls. “say cheese.” star trek. starstruck (2010).

pile three: “the death of a bachelor” is what i heard. this summer, i feel that you will be undergoing some major changes which will reflect in your feelings about love/dating overall. this pile will experience extreme changes in their love life. think 180. at first, you could be into focusing on your money & being flirtatious. but in the middle of summer, you could play with the idea of being a relationship. by the end of the summer, you could get in a relationship or be exclusive with someone. maybe you’ll break up with the partner you’re currently with & this will shift your views. either way, these changed feelings are a result of the people in your life. your support system will be a major influence. epiphanies will be had about the relationships in your life as a whole. i feel like you’ll be playing ‘catch up’ this summer. making up for lost time comes to mind. whatever the case may be, it feels as though you’ll be back outside, enjoying yourself or trying to. you will develop deeper emotional connections with your friends. you could even fall in love with one of your friends. the person who you’re looking for has a rare physical characteristic (i.e. grey streak of hair, different colored eyes, abnormally long chin, etc). i also think that this person could favor/remind you of your childhood crush. all in all, this person was sent to you to help you get out of your comfort zone. how will you know what you can handle if you haven’t gone through it yet? this is a test of resilience.

cards used: death, justice, 8 of discs, king of wands, the hierophant, 2 of discs, 2 of cups, 3 of swords, page of swords, 10 of discs.

extras: corn dogs. boiling water. chocolate bar. “put it in some rice.” book-to-film adaptation. spilled tea. 11th house energy. looking closely.

pile four: you guys are gonna have a sneaky link this summer. this is something that you desire at the moment. i feel like this will be with someone that you’ve known for a while. i don’t think that y’all are on the best terms right now though. but a mutual attraction between the two of you is there. you will be accompanied with chivalry and late night car rides. other things will happen in this car, if you catch my drift. things will escalate with this person pretty quickly. this isn’t an FWB situation at all. it feels like it’s strictly sexual. this person will help you feel more confident in your body & they’ll help you take ownership of it as well. “my body my choice” is what i heard. please use protection. this person is a hard worker. i feel like a lot of these events will take place after they get off from a long day of work. maybe they ran errands for the day but still want to see you? this person lives alone and they treat their car like their baby. i don’t feel that this will last long but the effects will. take full advantage of the time you have with this person, pile four.

cards used: princess of cups, princess of discs, 2 of swords, 7 of wands, the chariot, 8 of wands, the emperor, 9 of cups.

extras: cheetah print bonnet. airport. accountability. drunk texting. m. night shyamalan.

[the-mpreg-guy]

(today in the bunker parody)

Dean wakes up feeling nauseous for the third day in a row and spends an hour throwing up in the toilet. Meanwhile, Sam goes to town to get Dean some travel sickness pills and gatorade. Dean asks Cas to use his mojo to make the stomach bug go away but when Cas puts his hand on Dean's forehead his eyes widen and says he has something important to do before poofing.

"Dude," Sam's face scrunched like he was the one dying of vapors, "again?"

Dean waved one hand floppily in his direction. Right now the cold, kitchen floor looked appealing enough to sink down onto and lay his cheek against. Unfortunately, Sam would probably freak out and drag Dean to the hospital or Jody's.

The last thing Dean wanted right now was to be in a car.

Instead of becoming one with the aluminum floor, Dean dropped into a chair, tucking his chin behind his folded arms. "Wh'as for breakfast."

A single raised eyebrow. "You think I'm cooking breakfast? Do you have a fever too?" A giant hand smacked against his forehead in a bad parody of checking his temperature.

Dean jerked his head away indigently "Ge 'off. I'm fine."

"You're clammy, this is the third morning in a row you've puked, and you haven't even complained about the table being dirty yet."

He looked down. There was a sticky residue trapping cheez-it crumbs to the wood. Dean was going to have to talk to Cas and Jack about cleaning up after their midnight snacks.

"Syrup? That taste's good to them?"

Sam shrugged in a what can you do sorta way. "I guess when everything tastes like molecules-"

"Flavor combos hit different?" Dean imagined Cas and Jack pouring maple syrup over cheese crackers while their trueforms lit up a bunch of different colors. Like that scene in Ratatouille.

Gross.

Dean's stomach turned. He pushed the bile down and ignored Sam's constipated face as he grabbed a wet washcloth from the sink. "That missing hiker thing turn out to be a case?" He nodded over his shoulder to Sam's open laptop, perched on the counter next to the industrial toaster.

"Oh yeah, get this. Both victims shoelaces were found strung up over the street sign where they lived."

Dean's stomach cramped. "Could be a serial killer. Don't look excited by that," he said, threateningly brandishing his washcloth at Sam.

His brother rolled his eyes. "Whatever it is, it's killing people. So-"

"So saddle up in five?"

"Are you good to leave in five?"

Dean gave his prettiest little eyelash bat. "Sammy, I'm golden."

-- --

Dean was hunched over the toilet, watching with disgusted fascination as juice from his stomach that he didn't even know had been there flushed away.

There was nothing left to vomit, but his stomach still cramped like it wanted to spit more up. Christ.

A soft knocking on the doorframe alerted Dean to his very giant, worried, baby brother staring down at him like he was dying. "We're out of pepto, I'm heading over to Casey's."

Dean pressed his cheek to the seat. The sickening wave that dipped and swayed inside of him silenced the usual voice that would be screeching germs! in his ear. "'kay."

"What Gatorade flavor sounds good?"

Dean's stomach contracted. He rolled his head, not that it mattered because all that happened was more dry heaving.

"Jesus, Dean, breathe." A large hand placed itself between his shoulder blades. "I'll grab whatever, just don't choke while I'm gone. Actually," Sam said, unaware that Dean wanted nothing more than for him to leave and stop yapping in his ear, "I'm calling Cas."

The last thing Dean wanted was Cas's concerned puppy eyes on him, while he sicked himself up on the bathroom floor.

Then again, Cas had been juiced up ever since Dean and Jack played bait-and-switch with the Empty and accidentally recharged his batteries. It had been a while since Dean asked the guy to waste his grace on something like a little 'ol stomach bug, but desperate times. Dean wasn't a fresh faced twenty year old who could walk off a hangover or stomach bug with a shot of pepto and a diet coke.

"You do that," Dean said, body letting out a sigh of relief as the worst of the nausea began to finally let up. "Faster you get back, sooner we can leave."

A pause. "Right," Sam said. "Okay, hang tight."

-- --

Sam must've sent up a prayer or something, because within moments of his footsteps fading down the hall, there was the tale-tell flap of wings in the corner of the room.

"Whas' up," Dean picked his head up off the floor. He maybe crumpled a little bit after Sammy left, but in fairness he didn't know that Cas was going to show up that quickly. "Did you get taller?"

"Dean." Cas's face was scrunched in concern as he knelt down to eye level. Ah, good, Cas was still short than. "You look terrible."

Rude. "Thanks, buddy. Help me up." Somehow, between the two of them, Dean found himself propped up against one of the sinks. "Did Sam-"

"He said you weren't feeling well. He didn't say that you were this ill." Cas's face was disapproving, which made Dean's chest do weird things. It was always funny when Cas got pissed at Sam on his behalf, but lately Cas's attention was-

Well, it made Dean feel hot and cold all over.

"Think you can-" Dean mimed Cas's two finger "I'm going to zap you with my power and you can't do anything about it" move. "Sam's gonna pick up the yellow Gatorade, because he sucks. Also, dead hiker."

Cas's head tilted. "Sam already passed the case off to Jody."

That little shit.

"Dammit, Sam." Aaand, the nausea was back. Dean squeezed his eyes shut. "Look, dude, you know I wouldn't ask for stupid reasons." Lie. Dean loved volunteering Cas's grace for shit. He just rarely asked for it for himself.

There was a pause. When Dean opened his eyes, Cas was looking at him considering. "Of course," he said, after a moment, in a tone of voice that implied that healing Dean had been a given.

A large warm hand touched his forehead. It was nicer than when Sam had done it earlier. Dean resisted leaning into it. Maybe.

Cas's eyes widened and Dean got to watch an angel's pupils dilate for possibly the first time.

"Fuck," Castiel, Dean's best friend and contemptuous little nutheaded dork, swore for possibly the first time in the decade or so that Dean had known him. It came out all gritty and low, sending twists to Dean's stomach that had nothing to do with the nausea.

Before Dean could panic or do something insane like get hard, there was a flap of wings and negative space where his dumbass angel was a second ago.

Dean stared at the empty spot next to him for a moment. "At least tell me if it's cancer!" he screeched.

Dean shook his head, wondering if he should break out the holy oil next time he and Sam managed to lure Cas back into the bunker. Idiot was allergic to answers still, after a decade.

Still, at least his stomach was feeling better. What kind of fuckass stomach bug only made him feel like shit at eight in the morning?

[vinnigami]

Aogami and Narumi should meet. It would be funny. They can bond over having gnc Little Guys (tm)

I would love to be a fly on the wall for that, especially considering Narumi’s only seen demons to play Mahjong

[freedomfireflies]

Yours*

Summary: The third part to Mine*

Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, is out of town when you need him most.

And Harry is never one to leave you unsatisfied.

So, he calls in his right-hand man to help.

Word Count: 5.9k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

“Well, well, well. Look who’s finally home.”

Your cheeks warm as you walk through the door of the apartment, eyes immediately landing on Asher, who sits on the couch.

He’s got a phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear and he wears a teasing smirk as he watches you walk in.

You laugh at his comment, tossing your things onto a nearby chair. “Hi.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greets, finger tapping the spiraled cord. “Everything go all right?”

“It did. Paul was very nice.”

“Good,” he replies, seemingly pleased. “Good. Then we’ll keep him on rotation.”

You nod just as Asher looks away, something on the other end of the phone regaining his attention.

He hums and murmurs, “Yeah. Two in front and two behind. And Paul’s been briefed.”

Already bored with the conversation, you make your way for the kitchen to grab a snack, leaving Asher to his phone call. You rustle around in the cupboard for a moment before you catch another comment just behind you:

“She said he was nice,” Asher repeats, and you glance over your shoulder at him. “I don’t know. Sweetheart, are you comfortable with Paul as your driver?”

“Yeah,” you call back. “I think I like him the best, to be honest. He was very…warm.”

Asher’s brow raises. “She said he was warm,” he repeats to the other caller, which you assume is Harry. “How warm?”

This question is directed at you, and you sigh playfully as you assume Harry is giving him the second degree. “Tell him to relax. Warm just means friendly. He doesn’t have a stick up his ass like the other guys.”

Asher’s smirk widens slowly as he says, “She said…she wants you…to relax.”

You can already tell by the amused expression on his face that this is not going over well with Harry. And when Asher tsks his agreement to Harry’s response, you feel a drop in your stomach.

“Mhm,” Asher mumbles, giving you a once over. “I don’t know. She has seemed a little…tense.”

You still in your spot, the box of Cheez-Its slowly dropping to your side. You feel…hot under his scrutinous gaze. Nervous about the discussion happening out of your earshot and even more apprehensive of Harry’s reaction.

“Sweetheart, are you feeling…tense?” Asher asks you now, forcing you to swallow thickly.

“Tense?” you repeat curiously. 

“Yes, tense,” Asher says, leaning into the cushions as he tosses one arm over the back of the sofa. “Anxious. On edge. Perhaps a little…wound up?”

You pretend to think, one shoulder bobbing up in a nonchalant shrug. “I don’t know. Not…not really. Just…excited about Harry coming home.”

Asher seems amused by this, the phone still pressed firmly to his ear as he mumbles a short recap of your response before waiting for Harry’s. “Is that all?”

You shift your weight from one foot to the other. “What do you mean?”

“Is that all that’s been bothering you?”

“I don’t…I don’t know what you mean.”

His eyebrow quirks up. “Are you feeling taken care of?”

You instantly catch on to the implication, but you feign obliviousness, shrugging once more. “Well…yeah. You guys are here twenty-four-seven. I’m never alone and I’m not worried about Sean anymore. I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Slowly and deviously, his head cocks to the side. “Sweetheart, that’s not what I meant. And you know it.”

You simply blink.

Chuckling into the phone, he nods before motioning you forward, instructing you to approach.

Cautiously, you do, feet padding across the apartment and over to the couch as Asher stands and hands you the phone. 

He towers above you, and there’s a certain look in his eye you can’t quite place as he moves around you and gestures for you to sit where he once was.

You do, wrangling the cord out of the way as you get settled while Asher continues to stand. 

“Hello?” you murmur tentatively.

“Hi, mama.”

It’s only been three days since you’ve seen him but hearing Harry’s familiar voice over the phone instantly puts you at ease.

You can’t help the smile that bursts free across your face. “Hi.”

“Missed hearing your voice,” he says, and it’s that rough purr of his that makes your stomach flip. “Miss a lot of things about you.”

Your skin warms as you look down at your lap, acutely aware of the way Asher is staring at you. “I miss you, too.”

“Are you behaving yourself?”

“Mhm. Trying.”

“Are you sure about that?”

You swallow again. “Yeah. Just…waiting for you to come home.”

“Is that right?”

“It is.”

“And have you been taking care of yourself for me while I’m away?”

You shift. “Um…of course. Been doing some yoga in the mornings out on the patio. Did some cooking. Oh, and I started a new book.”

A moment of silence. “Is that all?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. “Yeah. Yup, that’s…that’s about it. Asher’s been keeping me busy.”

At the mention, Asher’s brow raises.

“Has he?” Harry hums. “And you’ve been behaving for him as well, mama?”

A question posed more like an instruction.

“I have,” you tell him softly. “Promise.”

“Hmm.” Another beat. “He tells me otherwise.”

You feel your skin grow hot. “What?”

“Mhm. Tells me that when he asks you how you are…you lie to him.”

With wide eyes, you look up at the man still looming above you. “No. No, I don’t…I don’t lie to him. I promise.”

“No? Then you’re lying to me?”

Your lips purse shut. “No, I’m not lying to either of you.”

“Funny. Because I asked you if you were taking care of yourself and you said yes,” he says, and you can hear the beginnings of displeasure slipping between each word. “Yet Asher tells me you’re not.”

“He…he does?”

“Mhm. Tells me you’ve been feeling restless. That you’ve been whining to yourself in your sleep. That you’ve been…needy.”

You look back up at the tall man a couple feet away, and even though he can’t hear what’s being said, the look on his face suggests he’s got a pretty good clue.

And while you’re slightly nervous about being…called out in such a way, you know that you wouldn’t want it to be by anybody else.

Harry has always been good at getting what he wants, and even if you’re anxious about his potential reaction, you know that you’re in the best hands.

Both pairs.

“Is that true, mama?” Harry asks, forcing your attention back.

“I…I don’t know.”

He tsks. “Do better.”

“…I guess,” you breathe, pushing yourself back into the sofa cushions almost as if trying to hide. “Just…just been missing you.”

“I know, honey,” he coos. “But what did I tell you about taking care of yourself while I’m gone?”

Your thighs begin to squeeze together, attempting to fight off this feeling now blooming in your stomach. “S’just not the same, Har. Wanted to wait for you.”

“Even after I told you otherwise?”

You squirm. “Thought I’d edge myself a little. At least until you got back. Know you like when I do.”

He hums again. “I do, sugar. But I certainly don’t like when you disobey me.”

“I…wasn’t trying to. Just didn’t think it was that bad.”

“Asher seems to think otherwise.”

There’s a catch in your breath. 

“Said he doesn’t like seeing you in so much pain, mama,” Harry tells you. “Said he doesn’t feel like he’s doing his job as your protector when he has to leave you like this.”

And almost as if knowing what Harry is admitting, you notice Asher begin to smile as he slowly lowers into a crouch in front of you.

“And he really doesn’t like when you go against my direct orders,” Harry murmurs. “And it’s his job to tell me when you do. Isn’t it?”

You nod.

“And I’m good to you, aren’t I? I take care of you? Make sure you’re well looked after and safe? That you never miss me too much?”

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice small.

“Yes,” he agrees. “Which is why you’re making me sad, honey. Don’t like to hear that you’re not behaving for me. That when I leave, you disobey me the first chance you get.”

“Wasn’t…” you attempt to argue but it seems as though you no longer have the ability to speak in coherent sentences.

“No? So, if Asher were to check right now, he wouldn’t find you making a mess of your thighs?”

Your eyes widen as you glance down toward the boy below you.

Asher merely stares right back up at you, his long lashes fluttering as he seems to wait for something.

You aren’t sure what.

 “Answer me, sugar.”

“I don’t…I don’t know,” you admit airily, and Harry hums.

“Then what do you propose I do, hm? Hard to take care of you when I’m so far away.”

Your throat seems to have gone dry.

“Could have you touch yourself for me and talk you through it like we always do,” he muses. “But I think that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? And after the way you’ve behaved, I don’t think it’s fair.”

You feel the way your body has begun to slip into that familiar, needy state of submission. The way his words—his threats—alone are doing more for you than your own hands ever could.

“I think you need to earn my forgiveness, mama,” Harry murmurs. “And I think you need to earn Asher’s, too.”

You could practically melt through the sofa as the idea overwhelms you. Consumes you. Breeds a home in your mind, and your stomach, and your cunt.

You aren’t sure where this side of Harry is coming from but you aren’t about to question it. You know he’d never allow Asher to see you in such a state if he didn’t fully trust him.

And that itself makes you feel safe.

“What do you say, hm?” he continues in your ear, and you grip onto the phone so tight, your knuckles go white. “Gonna let Asher take care of you for me?”

He’s giving you an out. Allowing you to decide what you’re truly comfortable with.

He’s giving you…control.

And it makes your stomach flip.

“Yes,” you whisper. “If that’s what you want.”

He makes a noise that sounds like a mix between adoration and pain. “Oh, my precious girl. Always know how to make Daddy happy, hm?”

The use of the more dominant nickname inspires a soft whine to bleed from the back of your throat. He rarely ever uses that term, and when he does…it’s because he knows you need that extra push.

And since he can’t be here…you figure this is his attempt.

“You do,” he tells you next. “Always make me so happy. Bet you’ll make Asher really happy, too. Can you be good for him, honey? Can you trust that he’ll take care of you for me?”

“Yes,” you say again, growing a bit more desperate as you gaze at the aforementioned man, anxious to know what Harry has in store.

“Good,” Harry says, and you hear a bit of shuffling on his end before he continues. “Want you to do something for me, okay? Want you to keep the phone to your ear. M’gonna be right here the whole time, is that understood? You are not to drop this phone.”

You nod again, forgetting about the way he can’t see, and when he’s met with silence, he seems to assume you’ve agreed.

“All right,” he chuckles. “Want you to give him a little nod for me, okay? Let him know you’re ready.”

Feeling slightly dizzy, you meet Asher’s eye and gingerly begin to move your head up and down.

Catching on to this signal, Asher shoots you a reassuring smile before reaching out to grasp onto your thighs and guide your legs further apart.

You momentarily tense in his touch before feeling how…gentle he is. How relaxed. It does an excellent job of luring you into a state of ease yourself as you allow him to move you the way he wants.

“Want you to do something else for me, mama,” Harry adds, calling your attention back. “I want you…to tell me everything that he does…as he does it.”

You suck in a sharp breath.

“Want you to tell me exactly how he’s touching you,” he says. “Want you to tell me where he’s touching you. Want you to tell me how it feels. What it does to you.”

Your head slowly rolls back against the cushions.

“Is that understood?” Harry mumbles. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you barely manage to reply, too entranced by the way Asher’s large palms are slowly smoothing up your skin.

“Good girl. Now tell me what you’re wearing. Wanna see you in my head while I listen to you come for him.”

You work in a desperate gasp for air. “My…my sundress.”

“Which one?”

“The blue one. With the flowers.”

He makes a noise of approval that makes your face warm. You know it’s his favorite. “Bet you look so pretty, mama. Bet you look so pretty for him right now. Is he touching you yet? Is he helping you feel relaxed?”

Asher’s attention slowly dances down from your face toward the space between your thighs, and you immediately grow hot under the lustful expression he offers you.

Despite yourself, you begin to squirm under his hold, but he’s quick to tighten his grip and shoot you a look of warning.

“He’s…yes,” you tell Harry. “Yes.”

“Yeah? How’s he touching you, honey?”

Your tongue runs over your bottom lip as you look for the words. “My…he’s…he’s pushing my dress up.”

“Where is it now?”

“Hips. It’s…it’s at my hips.”

The cool air makes you shiver but Asher’s warm touch instantly soothes the chill. He readjusts himself onto his knees and settles between your legs, eyeing your covered cunt with absolute intrigue. 

You almost want to feel shy…but you know he’s seen you in much more intimate positions before.

“Now what’s he doing?”

The long fingers trailing gingerly across the skin of your upper thighs move to your underwear. 

He pauses for only a moment to silently request your permission, and once you’ve nodded, he hooks onto the material and begins dragging it down your body.

You gasp as you squirm upward to make room, and the faint static from the phone reminds you to answer. “He’s…he’s taking my underwear off.”

The fabric is guided to your ankles before it’s easily flicked off and tossed somewhere behind him.

“Are you dripping, mama?”

You don’t have to look to know you are, and you hum your response as Asher pushes your legs back open.

And he looks at you. Looks at the mess you’ve made with a certain reverence that makes your hum turn into a whine.

“Honey, we had a deal. Answer me or he stops.”

“I…I am,” you admit, almost sheepishly. “Yes. Yeah.”

“Bet you look so pretty right now,” he seems to muse to himself. “Are you nice and spread for him?”

Another anxious whimper.

“Yeah? So, how’s he gonna have you, hm? How’s he gonna make it better?”

You look to Asher for the answer, the salacious glint in his eye tells you everything.

He keeps one hand on your hip to make sure the dress stays out of his way while the other moves closer to what you really want.

His thumb gently outstretches for you, tentatively brushing down your clit to ease you into the sensation.

You gasp again, hips attempting to buck up, but he simply tightens his grip and keeps you pressed to the couch.

“He’s…he’s touching me.”

“How, sugar? How’s he touching you?”

“My…he’s…”

For some reason, it feels…wrong to say it out loud and Harry chuckles from his end of the phone as he senses your struggle.

“Is he touching your pretty, little clit, mama?” he says for you. “Is he teasing you?”

You shudder out a sigh as you look down at Asher’s hand. “Yes.”

“How’s it feel, honey?”

“Good…feels good,” you admit softly, and Asher glances up.

“You doing all right, sweetheart?” he murmurs, seeming to want his own verbal confirmation.

You nod quickly, lip between your teeth as he repeats the previous action. “Yes.”

“Do you promise me?”

“Yes. Yes…I promise.”

“Good.”

With that, he switches tactics. He begins running his thumb up and down your already sensitive body, feeling you out, spreading you, making sure to relax you.

You’re growing more and more familiar with his touch and with the ways it’s so drastically different from Harry’s. 

Where Harry is practiced and determined, Asher is teasing and gentle. Harry sometimes goes straight for the kill, not wasting any time in getting you to come for him because it’ll only be the first of many.

But Asher has all the time in the world. And you’re beginning to pick up on a few sadistic tendencies from the way he continues to change patterns and rhythms. Every time you start to feel accustomed to one type of touch, he moves to another. Leaving you to start all over.

“Talk to me, sugar,” Harry reminds you, and the rasp in his voice nearly has your eyes rolling back.

“He’s…it feels good,” you tell him, almost breathless. 

“Yeah? S’it helping your little ache go away?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, chewing on the inside of your cheek as Asher’s head tilts.

He studies your cunt for a moment, looking for just the right way to touch you, and the focused attention makes the muscles in your stomach tense.

There’s something in his expression you can’t read. Like he’s…mesmerized by you. Mesmerized by your body and the way it reacts. Mesmerized by the thought of what he could do to you.

You exhale an apprehensive huff as the seconds tick by. Anxious to have him continue. To have him give you more. 

The soft, languid strokes had been nice but now the coil in your stomach is near painful. And with the way he watches you, the way Harry speaks to you…you aren’t sure how much longer you’re expected to last.

But your writhing catches his attention, and his head snaps up as his eyes meet yours.

“Sweetheart…” he warns.

The living room goes quiet as his unspoken threat lingers in the air.

“What did I tell you about behaving?” Harry reminds you, and you can hear the disappointment slip through the speaker. 

“M’sorry,” you whisper. “Sorry, I just…feels so good. Can’t…hurts.”

Your unintelligible mumbling makes Asher smile, and you can hear Harry laugh under his breath.

“Hurts, does it?” he repeats. “Good. Think you deserve to hurt a little, don’t you? After the way you disobeyed me?”

You whine with this, chest heaving as Asher pushes your dress a bit higher.

“Easy, mama,” he murmurs. “You know better. Promised you’d be good for us, yeah?”

“Yes,” you agree. “Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Good girl,” he coos while Asher uses his other hand to push your left thigh further away. “Why don’t you ask him, hm? Why don’t you ask him if he thinks you deserve to have more?”

With your fingers twitching by your side, you cast your focus down to the man on his knees, expression hopeful.

“Please…please?” you ask quietly. “Can you…I just…need…”

Asher smirks to himself as he scoots closer. “Need more?”

You nod fervently as he hums.

“All right,” he agrees. “Gonna need you to be good and take it though, yeah? Need you to trust me.”

“I do,” you pant. “I do. I trust you.”

The smirk turns into a smile as he suddenly takes hold of your hips and drags you closer to the edge of the sofa.

You gasp a bit from the sudden force, the phone slipping slightly from your ear as you work to steady yourself.

And before you can prepare, before you can tell Harry what’s happened, before you can comprehend anything…you feel him.

Feel everything. Feel his long, rough finger easing through your drip before slipping inside. 

And it’s so different. He’s so different. His fingers are much longer than Harry’s are, and certainly longer than your own. And he can reach spots in that first touch that Harry can’t.

And he knows this. Knows from the look on your face that you weren’t at all prepared but he seems to enjoy that. Seems to appreciate the way he’s caught you off guard. The way you’ve been forced into this pleasure without so much as a beat.

He curls instantly before pulling back. And he begins this slow, steady pace of dragging himself through, working his touch in and out. Coaxing your body to comply, to stretch, to grow wetter in anticipation.

You arch off the couch in response, one hand grasping onto the cushions beneath in an attempt to find your balance.

“Awfully quiet there, mama,” Harry calls, and you sigh as you press the phone harder to your ear.

“Sorry,” you say again, eyelids feeling heavy under the weight of such ecstasy.

“S’okay, honey. Just wanna hear you. Wanna know he’s doing it right.”

“He…he is,” you whisper as Asher’s attention zeroes in on his movements. 

“Yeah? Does it feel good?”

“Yes…feels so good, Har.���

“Good.” Some shuffling. “Tell me what he’s doing.”

Once again, words evade you. It feels crass to describe the actual events taking place and even more uncouth to do it in front of the man touching you.

“He’s…” You swallow thickly and move your eyes to the ceiling. “He’s…touching me.”

“Well, I would hope so,” Harry teases. “How’s he touching you? Need you to paint me a picture, honey.”

You fight the urge to groan. “His…finger.”

“He’s fingering you?”

“…yes.”

“How many?”

“One.”

“Just one? Oh, sugar, you can take more than one, can’t you?”

Your tongue goes numb. “Yes…”

“Yeah? So, ask him.”

A new rush of humiliation washes over you as you’re forced to look back down. 

Asher is already grinning, almost as if anticipating your question before you’ve even had the chance to ask it. “Yes, sweetheart?”

Bracing yourself against the sofa, you say, “Can…can you…can I…more?”

If it were any other time, you’d smack yourself on the forehead.

But right now, Asher merely basks in your bashfulness as he uses his other hand to gently stroke the skin of your thigh. An attempt at soothing you and letting you know you’re okay.

“Want another?” he reiterates, and you nod again. “Think you can take more?”

“Yes…yes, I can.”

“How much more, hm? Just one?”

To follow this proposition, he brings a second finger into play, slowly dancing it in beside the first as you still.

And it’s so good. So much better than before and a needy noise breaks free from your mouth as you feel it.

Asher watches your reaction closely, clearly amused with your excitement. 

Then, after a few enthralling thrusts to settle you into the rhythm, he says, “How about two?”

A third finger is added, nestling in next to the others, and forcing you to accommodate for a larger stretch. 

You gasp desperately at the fullness, reveling in such a euphoric burn. And perhaps you’d be worried it’s too much, but he doesn’t allow you such a luxury.

He instantly gets to work on providing you with that familiar pleasure as he begins pumping into you at a faster pace.

It makes your head spin how quickly you begin to feel overwhelmed. How fucking nice it feels. He hits every spot he needs to hit, over and over and over. He knows when to curl, when to slow, when to still himself inside of you. When to tease, when to pursue, when to relax. 

And then, he moves his other hand to your clit.

“Are you taking him?” Harry murmurs. “Taking him like the good girl I know you are?”

You nod mutely.

“Know you are. Know you’re being so good for me. Wish I could see you, mama. Wish I could see you come undone for him.”

And you wish he could, too. Want more than anything to have Harry here, in person, as Asher does this.

Not because you feel you need someone else with you but because you know the look on Harry’s face would make everything ten times better.

And you don’t doubt that Asher wouldn’t mind showing off for his boss, too.

“Want you to say my name, darling,” Harry requests next. “While he makes you come, I want you to say my fucking name. Do you hear me? Not his, not anybody else’s. Just mine. Want you to tell me you’re mine.”

You moan your agreement as your head drops back, fingers curling around the handle of the phone until it almost stings.

You’re so close. So fucking close to finding that sweet release and Asher is determined to make sure you find it. To make you feel it, make you feel everything.

And you do. You do feel everything. 

But more importantly…you feel him.

“Harry,” you breathe through a whine, desperately pleading with him for something only Asher can give you. “Please…”

“I know, mama. I know,” he replies. “M’right here. Gonna feel so much better.”

The pressure against your clit increases as Asher strokes his thumb in calculated patterns. 

And just when it’s beginning to rise up at that peak…he suddenly stops.

Stops, pulls out, and leaves you untouched and unsatisfied.

You choke on a dejected wail as he leans back and begins taking off his nice jacket, popping the buttons free one by one.

You sit there, nerves tingling and body buzzing, as he slips the material down his arms and tosses it onto the sofa beside you.

And that’s when you see it.

His gun.

Sitting snugly inside the holster strapped to his chest, the black straps draping down his white dress shirt and effortlessly calling attention to the dangerous weapon.

Your breath hitches when you see it, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he begins rolling the sleeves to his elbows.

But you notice. Of course you notice. You always notice guns now, despite how normalized they’ve become in your life.

It’s not strange that he would be wearing it. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him without a gun on his person. Same for Harry. 

But while you are a little shocked…you’re also…enamored?

Truthfully, you aren’t sure what you feel as he situates himself and moves back between your thighs.

Then…his eyes trail up.

He takes in your distracted state, studying you momentarily before realizing where you attention lies.

He looks down as well, glancing over his gun as he begins to piece together your reaction.

Rather amused, he throws you a smug smile, and reaches for the weapon, pulling it free from its holder.

With that, he offers it to you.

“Wanna hold it for me?” he asks softly, and your eyebrows raise.

You hesitate, eyeing the gun with suspicion and intrigue.

“Hold it for me,” he repeats, and it’s no longer a question but an order. “Right here, on your thigh.”

He pats your leg to accompany his request, letting you know exactly where he’d like it placed, and you take a deep breath.

Cautiously, you release your grip on the couch so you can take hold of the object being handed to you.

It’s heavy. Slightly warm from being pressed against his body and hidden beneath his coat. Slim. Molding to your hand as if it were made for it.

Working to be as gentle as you can, you place it onto your thigh, taking a moment to get used to the feel.

The barrel is pointed toward the other side of the room, away from either of you, but Asher doesn’t like this.

Instead, he spins it around until the barrel is pointed directly at him.

Your heart begins to race.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, taking hold of your other leg to give it a reassuring squeeze. “S’just a little more fun this way, hm?”

And maybe it is to him but you don’t argue as he brings his soaked fingers back to your equally soaked cunt.

“Did Asher give you his gun, mama?” Harry asks in your ear, and you’re reminded again that he’s not actually here.

“Yes,” you tell him, the urge to see him a little stronger now.

“Yeah? Like having that kind of power, don’t you?”

You consider this for a moment as Asher eases those three fingers back inside of you, instantly pulling you back up that mountain. 

“Yes,” you gasp, hips bucking up as the gun teeters on your leg. “Fuck, yes.”

“Knew you did,” he hums, almost appreciatively. “My dirty fucking girl. Wanted to be punished, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” you whimper again, both in response to his question and to what Asher’s doing to you.

“All weekend, just pushed my buttons, didn’t you? Wanted to see how far I’d let you go?”

You curse between gritted teeth.

“Knew I couldn’t make it better. But you didn’t want me to, did you? Wanted it to be Asher. Wanted him to know how badly you missed me, hm?”

“Harry,” you whine, attention devoted to the man between your legs as he mimics his previous rhythm. Curl, press, pinch, thrust. “Please…”

“What, honey? What do you need?”

“You,” you say, without hesitation, although you aren’t sure which one of them you’re really talking to. “You, please…”

“Yeah? What do you need me to do?”

“Let me,” you whisper, chest rising and falling with labored breaths the closer you get. “Let me come, Har, please…”

“Should I? Should I let you? Do you think you deserve it?”

“Want to. Want to deserve it.”

“Oh, sugar. Daddy wants you to come, too. Want to hear you come for me.”

You rotate between gasping and panting and moaning and pleading for something—anything—as Asher works you closer.

He smirks to himself and leans in, lips tentatively pressing to your inner thigh as if to taunt you with his mouth. With what could have been.

You wouldn’t mind feeling his tongue but the fact that he hasn’t used it suggests Harry explicitly told him not to.

And you aren’t about to complain about what you are being given because the kiss alone does wonders for you.

“Harry,” you whimper again, so close you can taste it.

“That’s right,” he says. “M’right here. You’re mine, aren’t you? Say it.”

You groan as you feel the end approach. As you feel the beginnings of release. “Yours…I’m yours.”

“Always,” Harry growls, and the animalistic reply goes straight to your cunt. “Fucking always. Say it again.”

“Yours,” you repeat. “Always yours. Just yours. Fuck—”

“You gonna come for me?”

“Yes…yes. M’so close—”

“Yeah? Then do it. Right now, mama. Be good for us and come.”

You aren’t sure how he manages to command you in such a way. How he can tell you when to come and you immediately do it.

But you do. You come for him. For both of them, the orgasm ripping through each muscle and fiber of your being as you mewl Harry’s name and relax into Asher’s hold.

It’s everything. Hard, and heavy, and endless. You lose track of time, of consciousness, of understanding as it rolls over you.

And just before you can come down, you hear Harry’s next demand:

“Again.”

Confused, and slightly off-kilter, you pant, “What?”

“Ask him to make you come again,” Harry repeats. “Beg him to overstimulate you. Beg him to make it hurt. Make you cry until you just can’t take it anymore.”

The premise throws you, your already sensitive core throbbing as Asher’s ministrations begin to slow.

“Harry…” you plead but he tsks.

“Again.”

Swallowing a rather bratty groan, you meet Asher’s eye. “Don’t…don’t stop. Please, I…just…can’t…”

You’re already so frustrated with yourself, you might start crying, but sweet Asher only grins.

“Want another, sweetheart?” he coos, pressing his thumb into your swollen clit. “Want one more?”

You nod quickly, thankful for his understanding, and he smirks to himself before getting to work.

This one doesn’t take nearly as much time or effort. You’re too pent up and aroused. Each touch or brush or twist of his fingers inside of your pussy makes you jolt. Makes you writhe and squirm and cry out.

The gun slips from your thigh with all the jostling but you don’t mind. You don’t even have the time to feel nervous as the next one approaches, dragging you by your ankles to the finish line.

“Good,” Asher hums, and the easy praise makes your skin grow hot. “So good, sweetheart. Know you can do it. That’s it, give it to me.”

“You heard him,” Harry adds. “Fucking give it to him, mama.”

The instruction from both men shoves you into the second, and you could argue a third slips in right after.

Because the knowledge of what they do to you is what truly makes it. The knowledge that these men can ask you to do anything they want and you’ll do it. That they’ve got you. They protect you. They live to keep you safe and make you happy.

They live…for this.

As promised, Harry’s name is painted across your tongue as it happens. And Asher remains between your legs through every moment, all the way until the end. Until you’ve finally relaxed once more and caught your breath.

With muscles like jelly, the phone begins to slip, and you struggle to keep Harry in your ear.

But Asher rushes to help, straightening up from his knees to take your other hand, and press a kiss to your palm.

“That’s it,” he coaxes. “You’re all right. Just breathe for me, yeah? Did so good, sweetheart.”

You merely nod along, unable to truly understand what he’s saying to you, and this makes him chuckle.

Then, he takes hold of your other wrist and guides the phone back up, holding it there so you can talk without having to use your own strength.

“Still with me, honey?” Harry asks, and you hum. “Did so good for me. Always want to take care of my girl even when I’m gone. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Don’t like leaving you. Don’t like knowing you miss me. Hurts me just as much as it hurts you.”

“I know…”

“Good. And you trust that I’ll always come back to you, yeah? Trust that I’d never put you in danger.”

“Yes….”

“And you feel safe with him, yeah? Does he make you feel safe, mama?”

Your lashes flutter as you look up at the tall man hovering above you. “Yes.”

“Good. ’Cause you are, honey. Always safe with us. We’ll do anything for you. And we’ll always be here to take care of you. In any way you need.”

“….I know.”

“Okay. Then I don’t ever want to hear that you’ve disobeyed me again,” he finishes. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Mhm.”

“Attagirl,” he chuckles. “Now…Asher’s gonna take you to the bath. Want you to clean yourself up and relax for me, all right? I’ll be home tomorrow.”

“Promise?” you murmur hopefully.

“I fucking promise. Be good for him until I get home, yeah?”

Asher smiles.

“I will,” you agree, cheeks warming under his kind gaze. “Promise.”

“Good.”

You grin.

“’Cause we’ve got quite a bit to discuss when I get home.”

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[nushkiespeaks]

I never knew romanticizing DEPRESSION and being SUICIDAL can be considered cool, because-

LOWKEY PEOPLE PORTRAY ARJUN AS DEPRESSED AND SUICIDAL AND TAG IT AS HUMOR!

I don't know how did everyone arrive to this conclusion that Arjun suffers from depression, questioning self-worth and lowkey suicidal. 

Tell me honestly, did you ever think this man, who bows down in front of Krishna during Geeta gyaan with a charismatic presence, ever to be suicidal?!

No right?

Basically that was our childhood, and as we grew up, we stopped reading and BELIEVING the texts :)

Either we go with the flow of what others say, or just skim through the texts without understanding anything, or just cherry pick verses that suite their narratives. 

Well, that has resulted into a characterization of Arjun who is like, suffering from mental health problems and so on-

If someone has read the entire Mahabharat, he knows that Arjun is not the way he is thought to be; specially HE IS NOT DEPRESSED OR SUICIDAL anywhere! 

Arjun was anything but pretentious of his FEELINGS and it is clearly visible once you read the texts carefully! 

I don't know why you guys tend to confuse moral retainment with depression, O God!

Just because Arjun analyzed before reacting, or took time to analyze what would've happened, you tend to call him depressed, like really?

In fact, he was the one who was the most stable Pandav after the Dyut incident! He is the one who consoles Bheem and Yudhishthir mostly! Tell me, if a person is suicidal, can he do that? NEVER!

Now some intellectuals will come and bark how Arjun used to hide his depression and pretend he was okay....

*laughs like a hyena* Guys, if Arjun had 'pretended' to be okay, then you wouldn't have that huge Geeta gyaan popping up in Mahabharat where Arjun literally pours himself out like a tsunami in front of Krishna. And this man 'pretended' to be okay....*smh*.

And if Arjun was genuinely depressed, he wouldn't have been able to shoot such intellectual questions to Krishna during Geeta, nor absorb it with his full potential! Removing doubts from mind is not same as DEPRESSION guys! 

This guy does penance for years, handles Bheem during Dyut rightfully, is the one who instilled faith among his brothers after Dyut, does penance again for five years, stays in HEAVEN and kills Nivatakavachas, stays one year as Brihannala and fights Kauravas single-handedly, mind it and also steals clothes for Uttaraa---and the audacity to label such a lively guy as DEPRESSED.

This guy has a friend circle dude, friend circle! He relaxes, sipping a bit of wine and gossips with Krishna casually and laughing! 

You call this guy depressed?

He ventures out in picnics the most! Takes his wives, also accompanies Krishna for his marriages, and you call this guy depressed? 

DO you guys even know what DEPRESSION is?

 Ki kahi bhi aise hi use kiye jaarhe ho bas 'cool' banne keliye?

Show me one stance where Arjun suffers from acute depression like you guys portray him?

Ab banda apne family members ke marne ke baad roye bhi nahi? Wo bhi isliye ro rha kyuki wo DEPRESSION me hai?

Thora dimaag lagaya karo yaar! Har cheez depression nahi hota!

If someone gets hurt and starts crying, imagine a five year old child crying after falling down, he is depressed?

Peeps literally pick up a few stances from the war part of Mahabharat where Arjun is crying over Bheeshm, Abhimanyu etc, and show him to be DEPRESSED, SUICIDAL and what not!

So what is he supposed to do, laugh? Celebrate, o wow my family members are getting killed? Behen ke pakoro, wo AISA karta na, tab hota wo actual me DEPRESSED!

HE REACTS LIKE HOW A HUMAN IS SUPPOSED TO REACT GUYS!

You think one can perform years of penance after being depressed? Really? Do you guys know how much mental power is required to do penances, get such powerful astras, our boi even fought with Mahadev guys! HE LITERALLY SPENDS TIME IN HEAVEN! Do you think Indra is going to allow someone who is mentally depressed and suicidal in his abode? Is he then qualified enough to go to the heavens and simultaneously learn weapons, dancing and singing?

THE MENTAL POWER REQUIRED TO DO SO, CAN YOU GUYS IMAGINE?!

And you tend to call this guy SUICIDAL.....*rubs my temple* 

Sach sach batao, aur koi mila nahi tha kya? 🤣🤣🤣🤣Seriously guys, Arjun ko depressed? 

Ek minute ke liye mai Yudhishthir ka maan lu ki self guilt and all, lekin tumlog Arjun ko hi.... 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Behen, Bhagwan Nar jis din depression me ajaega na, usdin tumhari aur humari existence bhi khatam hojani hai usidin.😂😂😂😂

To ye TV serial aur Fictions se Arjun ka character analysis karna bandh karo, aur thora BORI padhlo 😂.

Aur please, Google se Depression aur Suicidal hone ka meaning bhi check karlena....ya ye bhi mujhe hi batana padega?

Don't try to be cool, for you guys appear to be like a fool.

[annievrse]

boyfriend!eren headcanons pt. 3 *･｡ﾟ

—ᡣ𐭩 headcanons a/n: going insane, so i wrote more bf!eren while in a waiting room. because of this, they are a little more......... unhinged part 1 part 2 part 4

bf!eren's post-game meal is 3 big macs and 2 mcchickens AND a kids nugget meal (he wants to give you the toy that comes with it because he’s cute) but don’t forget dessert!! he sips his *diet* coke as a palate cleanser and then inhales an apple pie

bf!eren will help old people cross the road/down stairs. he is just that type of guy

bf!eren gets a job coaching a kids' basketball team, and that is a canon event

bf!eren carries your belongings in his sweatpants pockets when you’re out together (e.g. your keys, lipbalm/lipgloss, water bottle etc etc you name it, it’s probably in his pockets)

bf!eren’s phone is very simple—a black iphone 14 with a plain black case, but despite it not even being visible, he keeps a photo of you in the back of his phone (so you’re always with him even when he can’t see you)

bf!eren accompanies you to all your appointments (even if he doesn’t have to) but waits in the waiting room (spoiler: he falls asleep most of the time, kinda embarrassing eren pls wake up)

bf!eren gets you a keychain for your birthday to match his own (i fully 103% believe it would be the lego ones (he would get himself batman, and get you spiderman))

bf!eren leaves his dirty ass bigfoot black vans at your front door (a tripping hazard!!), but it feels so domestic and homey that you can’t bring yourself to scold him for leaving them there

bf!eren watches family guy religiously

when bf!eren gets baby fever, he gets it BAD

but bf!eren cannot be trusted with indoor plants 😐 so (please see part 2 for more evidence (cheez-it incident))

bf!eren buys annie's mac and cheese in bulk (read: he is a manchild who loves cheesy pasta 😋)

bf!eren has an emotional support water bottle (a 1-gallon dark green yeti his mum bought him as a college essential). he does not leave that thing anywhere (carla would castrate him :))

bf!eren owns one (1) pen, so he's constantly stealing yours when he has class and tucks it behind his ear so he doesn't forget to give it back to you (warning he does gnaw on the end like a starved dog)

bf!eren showers twice a day even though i make him sound like he does only once a week :) (and the showers are LONG rip water bill)

bf!eren has a spare charger that is for you only at his apartment <3

bf!eren facetimes you from everywhere (like gross bathroom eren wtf i don't want to hear bathroom sounds, and he just :) but i missed u........)

bf!eren kisses you on the cheeks every chance he gets (big sloppy wet kisses that are so (screaming) so cute and loving and i need him)

bf!eren's hands are rough and warm and dry (not like dry, but like man hand working hands dry you know or am i just talking shit)

bf!eren has his own pillow on your bed that he brought from home

bf!eren has half of his belongings in your room, and yours in his (literally just move in together at this point :/ come on guys)

ok ok bf!eren in those prada sunglasses you know the ones. i know i said in part 2 that he has dad speed sunnies, but those prada ones are so ASDFKJHG

bf!eren makes sure you take your meds (if you have them) every morning/night and calls you if he's not with you to ensure you've taken them (he cares!!!! he's not trying to be overbearing or condescending, i promise)

bf!eren has a nintendo switch so he can play his silly little games when he's waiting for you at your apartment to come home from class (his phone and youtube videos get boring after a while (part 1), and studying is not an option so)

i was in that waiting room for a WHILE ok