#next week we start nightmare time and I’m so excited

[hopefulleafva]

Been rewatching the Hatchetfield saga with a friend who is seeing it for the first time. And it’s just dawning on me now but are The Sniggles supposed to be a play on The Wiggles. Like with all the cheery singing and dancing while “teaching” about the Lords in Black

…In hindsight this is like super obvious and I’m just hella slow 😭 Fits perfectly with the twisted childhood show vibe of the Lords in Black having those Teletubby ass nicknames. God I love this series

[cinnamon7girl7]

"THROUGH THE SILENCE, I WILL RETURN TO YOU ."

♡ — Summary: I thought I had it all — Satoru’s love, Megumi’s warmth, and Suguru’s trust. But even the strongest love can break when truth hides behind silence. One betrayal changes everything; pain drives them apart, yet memories and a love still alive won’t let them go. Now, Satoru fights for a second chance, and she must decide if, after all the hurt, love is still worth it. ♡ — Author's note: This is the first fanfic I’ve written, so I apologize if some things don’t make sense. My first language isn’t English, so I apologize if there are any spelling mistakes. This story consists of 5 chapters and several epilogues, which I can upload if you’d like, as only the first episode is available so far. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1 — "Those Days We Swore Would Last Forever"

Sometimes I think that if I could trap time in a jar, I would take the days when everything was peace. Days like that one, when the sun poured through the window, and I listened to Megumi teasing Satoru while he burned the pancakes again.

—"Look, sweetheart! This time I didn't burn them!" —Satoru would say, proudly showing me a half-raw batter that I couldn’t help but smile at.

We lived in that bubble. Small. Intimate. Ours.

I remember when I made mochi for him for the first time. It was the middle of winter, and I just wanted him to try something that made me feel close to home. I made it clumsily, without the exact recipe, but Satoru tasted it with that silly, sweet smile of his.

—"It tastes like you," he said, resting his head on my shoulder. "A little sweet, a little warm... and absolutely perfect."

That day, it was snowing outside. But I was warm. I had him.

The story with Megumi was different, quieter. But just as intense. When he first came home, his eyes were filled with shadows. He kept his distance, as if he feared breaking something just by breathing.

It was weeks of patience. Until one night, I heard him murmur in his sleep:

—"Mom..."

I didn’t know if he was referring to me, or if it was just a coincidence. But the next day, when he woke up and found me softly stroking his hair without saying anything, he said it again.

—"Can I keep calling you that?" he asked, softly.

I didn’t answer. I just hugged him.

Since then, he was our son. Even though we didn’t say it out loud every day. Even though the documents didn’t confirm it. He was our child.

One night, Megumi had a nightmare. He ran to our room and crawled between us without saying a word. I hugged him on one side, Satoru on the other. We ended up all wrapped up in the same blanket, as if the cold couldn’t touch us like that.

—"We’ll always be with you," I whispered.

Satoru just kissed him on the head, as if it were the most natural thing in the world...

And then there was Suguru. He was the kind of friend who understood just by looking at you. He always told me that I was the spark that lit up the idiot Satoru. That without me, he would’ve stayed stuck in that arrogant loneliness he used as a shield.

Sometimes he would joke,

—"Sometimes I get jealous. But I’m glad it’s you. He needed someone to make him feel like his life mattered—even outside the battlefield."

We were inseparable, the four of us. A dysfunctional family, but a real one.

Until something started to feel… different.

It didn’t happen all at once. It came in small details.

First, Satoru’s absences. He said it was work—last-minute missions. But he came home late, exhausted, no longer full of excitement. He didn’t burn pancakes anymore. He didn’t ask for mochi.

Then came the sidelong glances. The half-conversations between him and Suguru. The uncomfortable silences when I entered the room.

One night, while fixing his hair, I asked him,

—"Is everything okay?"

—"Yeah, love. Everything’s perfect," he replied with a smile that never reached his eyes.

I wanted to believe him. But Megumi didn’t.

He grew quieter. More serious. One day I found him drawing something strange: a giant crack splitting a house in two. I got worried, but I didn’t push. I thought it was just imagination. Or fear.

Until that afternoon.

We were in the garden. Satoru had gone out again. Suguru had stopped by to drop off some books. And I was playing with Megumi, trying to catch butterflies with an old net.

He suddenly stopped, net still in the air, and looked at me.

—"Mom… is it true that Satoru is going to marry another woman?"

Everything stopped.

Even the wind.

Megumi’s question hung in the air, like the world refused to move forward until I answered. But I couldn’t. The words caught in my throat. Where had he heard that?

—"What did you say, sweetheart?" I asked, trying to smile and keep calm.

—"I heard it… I know it wasn’t meant for me. But they said it. Satoru… and Suguru. In the kitchen, when they thought I was asleep. They said they had to tell you… but they didn’t know how."

My heart was racing.

A few days earlier, I had noticed Suguru wasn’t coming by as much, and when he did, he seemed tense. He didn’t stay long. He talked fast, like he didn’t want me to ask anything.

—"Is everything okay with Satoru?" I asked him.

—"Yeah… yeah. Just stress. You know how he is."

And then he changed the subject.

I knelt in front of Megumi and took his little hands. They were cold.

—"My love, sometimes adults say things they don’t mean. Things that aren’t always true. Maybe you misunderstood, or didn’t hear it right. Don’t worry, okay?"

He just lowered his gaze.

—"But… you always tell me not to hide the truth."

I felt myself cracking inside. Because he was right.

One night, Megumi asked me,

—"Why does Satoru always smile even when he’s sad?"

—"Because he thinks it protects others," I answered.

—"And you?"

—"I… I prefer to cry if I need to. To show how I feel. Because I want you to know it’s okay to feel bad sometimes."

He hugged me tightly.

—"I love you, Mom."

I stayed seated in the garden while Megumi went back to chasing a butterfly. But he wasn’t playing anymore. He was just pretending.

Inside me, everything started to shake.

When Satoru came home that night, I greeted him with a smile. I didn’t ask anything. Not yet.

But I looked at him differently.

And he… he avoided my eyes.

—"Everything okay?" he asked.

—"Yeah. Perfect," I replied. Just like he had said to me before.

We hugged like always. But it felt different.

Because in my head, Megumi’s question kept echoing over and over again.

—"Is it true that Satoru is going to marry another woman?"

[karikarasuno]

part seven | part eight | wc: 3.6k

The sun set over three hours ago and Luffy is still at your house. The two of you have been working out in the barn all day, trying to clean it out and organize because you decided you wanted some chickens. Your muscles are aching from hours of exertion but Luffy is still going strong. Talking incessantly on a fresh pile of hay while you do the last sweep of the night. You need a soak in your tub and a glass of wine after all the work you put in. Truly. 

“Alright, well now that my work here is done I’mma head home.” Luffy stands with a light jump and salutes you. You toss the broom into a corner and wipe your hands off on your shorts, sweat forcing your thighs to stick together in an icky way. “See ya in the mornin’, SJ!”

“Wait.” You pull him back into the barn by pinching the back of his shirt. “How are you getting home?”

“Thought I could go for a run,” he shrugs as he looks at you over his shoulder. And you’re sure you look at him like he’s deranged. The two of you have been doing physical labor for the last twelve hours and he’s going to run home?

“Aren’t you tired?” You ask, exasperated and rubbing your temple. You’re probably dehydrated too from the gallons you sweat out throughout the day. 

“Nah,” he waves his hand dismissively. “I can run a mile in six minutes and I only live four miles up the road.”

“No,” you shake your head. It’s absolutely insane that he thinks an almost thirty minute run after the day you’ve had is a sane thing to do. “I’ll drive you home, it’s late.”

“Aw, you don’t have to do that. You’ve been talkin’ about your bath since lunch. Wouldn’t wanna keep ya from your girl time.”

“That’s very considerate of you, but no. I’m taking you home, it'll only take a few minutes.”

He doesn’t fight you on it, instead asking “can I drive the truck?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Aw, why not?” He whines with an exaggerated eye roll. 

“Because you crashed the tractor into a tree last week,” you remind him. And it was because he fell asleep in the middle of mowing the lawn. He claimed it was because he got bored. And you can’t blame him for that. It’s the same reason you didn’t wanna do it in the first place. “And I only have one truck and I can’t afford to lose it.”

“Boo, you’re no fun. Ace would let me,” he complains as you walk out of the barn into the sticky night air. The summer humidity is starting to become a real bitch recently.

“Ace has like four trucks and a lot more patience for you,” you reply, shoving him lightly between his shoulder blades playfully. 

“Yeah yeah.” He turns around to push you back. Your legs are so tired though that the little strength he puts behind it still makes you trip over your own feet. “Still lame.”

“Maybe next time we can borrow one of your brother’s trucks and go for a ride,” you suggest instead, digging your keys out of your back pocket. Even your freaking fingernails hurt. “Now come on, I just got a new bath bomb I’m excited to use.”

He jogs ahead of you to your truck and yanks on the door so hard the hinges creak. It doesn’t take much for the truck to make all kinds of noises these days and you keeping telling yourself you should take it in so Franky can check it out, but when you think about what the bill could possibly look like it gives you nightmares. And on a children’s dance teacher’s salary you know for a fact you can’t afford it. So you put it off and pray that your car turns on every time you turn the key.

The truck screeches to life and you try not to cringe at the noise. You’re really pushing it, but for now luck is still on your side. 

“You gotta get that check out,” Luffy says beside you with a finger plugging his ear. “Franky can fix it for you in no time. He’s kinda a genius when it comes to engines.”

“I know,” you flip on the headlights, “I just haven’t had the time.”

Luffy doesn’t push it, which you're grateful for, so you start heading down the road to his place. He lives with his grandfather and at first this confused you because you assumed that he lived with Ace for the longest time. But turns out they don’t actually share parents. Just a pact between orphans. When Ace said it you giggled, but now that you think about it it’s quite sad actually. He just has a habit of making even the most tragic things sound casual. 

“Oh! Pull over!” Luffy shouts, startling you out of your thoughts and instinctually you slam on the breaks. You look around frantically for an animal, person, or vehicle, but there’s nothing beside you but a bunch of fruit trees and a singular house way off in the distance. 

“What?!” You shout, mildly annoyed from the sudden scare. 

“Peaches!” Luffy jumps out of the truck without another word and you’re left sitting there like a confused idiot. You catch him running straight between the line of trees, hands already yanking the fruits off the tree. 

“Luffy!” You yell from the driver’s seat, still confused as he carelessly plucks more from the tree until his arms can’t hold much more. “Get back in the damn car! You can’t just steal these people’s peaches!”

But it’s hopeless. He doesn’t listen, so you frantically turn off your truck and follow him into the orchard before you lose him inside of it. When you finally catch up to him he’s using his shirt as a hammock and he’s managed to add about fifteen more peaches to his stash. Not including the one in his mouth. 

“Ok,” you whisper yell, adrenaline pumping through your veins at this point, “I think you’ve got enough now let’s go.”

“WaitIcangrabafewmore,” he says, words all jumbled together from the peach he’s still biting into. You roll your eyes and grab him by the elbow. You honestly have no idea how he gets away with eating so much and not gaining a single pound. But it’s no wonder he has boundless energy for days. 

“No, now come on.” You pull on his arm, but he’s strong and pulls it back. The force knocks a few of the peaches out of his arms and he groans. Somehow annoyed by you.

“Grab ‘em,” he urges, the peach in his mouth falling into the pile in his shirt. 

“Fuck it, fine,” you say agitated, while bending down to snatch the fallen peaches from the ground. Once you’ve got about six peaches precariously in your arms, you’re ready to yell at Luffy that it’s time to go except you see a bright light filter through the trees.

“Stay right there!” The voice is rough and deep with age. You freeze. A slight panic rising in your chest. 

“Run,” Luffy says quickly as he moves around you in the direction of your truck. “Hurry!”

There’s a laugh in his voice that you can’t relate to. Instead, there’s a fear that sticks to your gut that inhibits you from responding. The flashlight gets closer and you can make out a figure from between the trees that’s shrouded in shadows yet you can still tell how alarmingly large he is. That alone forces your feet to move. You can’t think. You just run after Luffy who’s now laughing like a maniac through the maze. And as soon as you see the road come into view, your blessed red truck sitting exactly where you left you, Luffy’s escape is halted abruptly. The man who you thought was behind you is grabbing Luffy by the scruff of his neck and you watch as half of his treasured peaches fall to the ground. 

“You can’t keep doin’ this, boy,” he says, shaking Luffy as his feet rise about an inch or so from the ground and the rest of the peaches fall out of his grasp. 

“And you,” you drop the few peaches you even had and raise your arms in surrender, “you’re comin’ with us.”

You follow them to the police cruiser. Annoyed, anxious, and fighting anger. You’ve never been arrested before and of all the ways and things that could’ve done it, it’s stealing peaches with the kid that works for you. Maybe you should fire him. 

Thankfully, the sheriff doesn’t handcuff either of you as you crowd into the backseat with Luffy, who’s rolling his eyes and huffing in his seat beside you. 

“I don’t know why you’re the one with an attitude considering this is your fault,” you chastise him. 

“I know the lady who lives there,” he argues, “she was gonna gimme some anyway.”

“It’s the principle, Luffy,” the sheriff says from the front gruffly. Luffy is about to open his mouth to argue but you smack his arm. And then when he turns to argue with you, the look you give him shuts him up and you all sit silently until you reach the station. 

The sheriff actually books you. He fingerprints you, takes your mugshot, and then locks you in a cell right beside Luffy. You really cannot believe it’s happening. This seems routine for Luffy, he even gets in the cell on his own upon arrival, skipping the mugshot and fingerprinting routine. 

“You’re s’posed to give me my one call, old man,” he huffs in his cell, arms crossed and lounging in the metal bench. You’re still standing by the locked door in disbelief. All of this over some peaches?

“Young lady gets one first since this is her first time.” He proceeds to unlock your door with just enough space for you to squeeze through. For a second you don’t even know who to call. Nami would never let you live this down. Robin never answers her phone after nine pm, and Usopp would be more trouble then he would be helpful. So you know exactly who to call, you’re just too embarrassed to. 

“Hurry up, we ain’t got all night,” the sheriff says from behind his desk, sipping on a mug that reads #1 grandpa. 

You dial Ace’s number, annoyed that you even have it memorized and this is the situation you’re using it in. It rings five times and your heart nearly sinks when you think he’s not about to answer, but just as you’re about to lose hope you hear his gruff voice on the other line. You woke him up.

“Luffy, what did you do this time?” He asks, apparently used to late night calls from the sheriff’s station to come collect his brother.

“Actually…” You say, awkward with a blush starting to form on your cheeks.

“Holy shit,” he says, sounding much more awake. “Garp arrested you? For what?”

“Blame Luffy,” you feel yourself pouting and you side-eye him from your place by the phone, but Luffy’s now laying flat on the bench with his hat covering his face. “I was trying to drive him home, but he wanted to make a pit stop at this peach orchard and the sheriff caught us with a few peaches in our possession.”

“You were stealin’, sweetheart,” Garp says loud enough for Ace to hear and he laughs, low and amused. 

“I’ll be there in twenty to come bail you out,” Ace replies and you hear the rustling of him getting out of bed.

“Thanks,” you mutter.

“Just don’t let anyone make you their bitch in there. You never come back from it,” he replies, but before you can question him on such an outrageous statement he hangs up and the dial tone rings loudly in your ear. 

“Ok,” Garp stands, “back in you go.”

****

To his credit about twenty minutes pass and Ace comes strolling in the station. It’s a small place so you can hear his arrival before you see him, but when he rounds the corner to where you and luffy are held, he’s wearing the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. He’s so thoroughly entertained you scowl at him. Out of petulance more than anything else. 

Without a word, Garp stands up to unlock Luffy’s cell. 

“This kid is always gettin’ into some shit,” he says to Ace as Luffy excitedly bounds out of the jail cell. “Sorry you always have to put up with it.”

“He’ll learn eventually,” Ace shrugs before clapping Luffy on the shoulder, “we all did.”

“Y’all are the reason I have all this grey hair,” Garp jokes, pushing Luffy out of the way so he can close the door. 

“Pretty sure that’s just cause you’re an old man, gramps,” Luffy responds, moving quickly behind Ace when Garp tries to grab him. You watch the sight curiously. Everyone is so familiar with each other. So comfortable. And you wonder briefly what it would’ve been like to grow up with them, surrounded by people who care. For the first time in a very long time, you resent your mother for taking you away when you were little. But the feeling is brief when you see Garp strolling back to his desk without coming to let you out. 

“Wait,” Ace says before you can, “that one’s mine too.”

He points at you and winks. And the blush you were wearing earlier somehow deepens. It’s incredible the hold he has on you. Garp just scoffs before unlocking your cell too and says “don’t get into any more trouble, kid.”

****

You and Luffy wait for Ace in his truck while he hangs back to speak with Garp. You’re not sure exactly what it’s about but it makes you nervous. Especially when you watch him stick a folded up piece of paper in his back pocket as he leaves the station.

“What was that about?” You ask when he jumps into the driver’s seat. He smirks at you, as amused as ever before replying with a simple, “you’ll see.”

When he pulls out of the parking lot you notice that he’s going in the opposite direction of your home. He’s heading straight into town. 

“My truck is the other way.” You point behind you even though it’s obvious that what Ace is doing is intentional. You just don’t know why yet. 

“I know,” he chuckles as he turns onto the main road passing the local supermarket. “Figured you’d be hungry after your little run-in with the law.”

“Not hungry, just tired,” you reply. 

“We’ll make it quick then.” He pulls up to Sanji’s diner. The parking lot has a few cars in it and even though the diner is supposed to be closed at this time given the fact that it’s well past midnight, there are a few lights on in the place. You see familiar heads through the windows too and you’re even more confused. 

“What are we doing here?” You ask. Luffy’s already jumping out of the backseat and jogging to the front doors. Ace has to unbuckle your seatbelt for you since you’re momentarily frozen in place.

“Just come in. It’ll be fun.” He reaches over you to open your door, but you still don’t move.

“I’ve had a really long day, I’m not sure I’m up for fun,” you say, one foot out the door as Ace leans in close to you over the center console.

“We’re already here and you owe me one for bailing you out,” he teases, already using his favor against you. 

“Fine, but I won’t forget the fact that you’re blackmailing me,” you say, hopping out of the truck and adjusting your clothes since you know for a fact you look like an absolute mess. When you walk through the doors you see more people than you’d like to. Luffy is in the kitchen with Sanji, clearly annoying the hell outta him as he raids the fridge. Zoro and Usopp are sitting in a booth across from Nami and Sabo, while Robin and Franky hang out by the bar top. 

“Oh look, our little criminal is out!” Nami says as soon as she sees you. You whip your head around to look at Ace who’s standing just behind you. 

“You told everyone?!” You know news travels fast in this place, but a two hour turn around is insanity. 

“It’s tradition,” he shrugs as if that makes it any better. You didn’t take Ace for a town gossip, but clearly you don’t know him as well as you think you do. 

“Every time one of us gets arrested we’re added to the wall,” Usopp explains. He points to a wall behind the booths and near the bathrooms. You peer around the corner to see that there are mugshots framed and hung up like decor. 

“It’s our initiation process,” Nami grins at you as she shoves Sabo out of the booth so she can approach you. She holds out her hand to Ace when she’s close enough and the paper he slipped into his back pocket earlier turns out to be a copy of your mugshot. You gasp and try to take it from her, but she moves quickly away from you with a giggle. 

“Initiation into what?” Your frustration is ebbing away into a curious amusement because you had no idea you were surrounded by weirdos and criminals. 

“My crew,” Luffy shouts from behind the counter, holding the biggest sandwich you’ve ever seen in both hands. 

“I told you to stop calling us that, it’s embarrassing,” Zoro grumbles in his seat, arms crossed and scowling at Luffy. 

“Don’t be such a buzzkill,” Luffy says with his mouth full. 

“So does everyone just go around getting arrested?” You ask as you watch Nami slide your mugshot into a cheap frame that matches the others. 

“No, Garp is just good at catching us at the wrong times,” Robin snickers, patting Franky on the shoulder as she does. “We got arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior.”

“He caught us fuckin’ at the park,” Franky explains and your mouth drops. 

“Possession of marijuana and drug paraphernalia,” Sanji chimes in. 

“Indecent exposure,” Zoro shakes his head.

“He was wasted and got caught pissing next to the daycare,” Sanji laughs, lighting up a joint as he does.

“I didn’t realize it was a damn preschool,” he defends, hands raised in the air, playfully agitated. 

“I may or may not have stolen some clothes from the boutique up the road,” Nami says dismissively. 

“May or may not meaning definitely stole at least $500 worth from that place,” Usopp calls her out. “I got busted with Luffy for trespassing and illegal possession of a firearm as a minor. But to be fair Luffy said he knew the guy that owned the property and the gun was my dad’s.”

“I did,” Luffy nods, “Shanks bailed us out, didn’t he?”

“And you?” You turn to Ace while you digest everyone’s crimes respectively.

“I ran a fight club,” he says, nonchalantly but with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “I hosted it at Whitebeard’s on nights he wasn’t workin’ and we’d place bets.”

“Good times,” Sabo smiles and you turn to look at him in disbelief. “You couldn’t tell now, but Ace was our top earner.”

“You were in on it too?” You ask, mildly surprised, but mostly amused by how fondly he speaks of it. 

“Hell yeah,” he chuckles, “ who do you think counted the cash?”

“Now I feel kinda lame for getting caught stealing peaches and having nothing to show for it.” You shake your head in dismay, wondering how your evening got here to begin with. 

“Don’t feel too bad.” Ace grabs your shoulders and shakes you lightly. “Keep hangin’ with Luffy and you’re sure to get arrested for somethin’ a bit more scandalous.”

“Unless you and Ace get caught in the parking lot again,” Zoro says with a light laugh. 

“That was one time and it hasn’t happened again.” Your body heats up from not just the memory, but the fact that everyone else is privy to that bit of information. There really are no secrets in this place. Ace breathes out a sheepish laugh from his nose and when you glance at him there’s a dust of pink across his cheeks. When he meets your eye, he nudges you familiarly with his hip and a strangely sweet shyness settles over you. 

Thankfully before the conversation shifts into territory you’re not ready to tread, Nami says, “gather round everyone, she’s goin’ up.”

She’s holding your framed mugshot in her hands with glee as she steps up to the wall that has everyone else’s face plastered on it too. It’s odd the traditions you find yourself becoming a part of, and even though a few hours ago you were so angry with Luffy for derailing your evening, you can’t help but feel a fond sincerity fill your chest. Tears prick at your eyes and you blame the exhaustion that’s lingering heavily in your limbs. Yet you know that the emotion is coming from somewhere in your chest. Beating. Growing. 

“Did you get my updated one?” Luffy asks before stuffing the last bite of his sandwich in his mouth. 

“Yep,” Ace answers, handing you another folded up piece of paper. You unfold it to see Luffy’s grin, stretching from ear to ear. His hat sits lopsided on his head. And he looks kinda cute for someone who’s just been arrested. You feel yourself smile until your eyes fall to the insane dollar amount sitting at the bottom of the sheet. 

“You have a $500,000 bond?” You say, astonished with your jaw dropped and your eyes comically wide. 

“Been rackin’ it up since I was fifteen,” he says with pride, his grin identical to the one on his rap sheet.

part nine

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[venusloverblue]

Brewing Hearts

harry potter x reader

warning: fluff, fluff and fluff

word count: 1k

this is part 1, i will soon publish the next part, stay tuned!

You never thought that one day you would fall in love the way you did when you met Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the one everyone at school calls "the chosen one." It seemed cliché to you that love had knocked on your door along with him. Your friends thought it was romantic, but you, without a doubt, found it absurd. Why did it have to be him? There were so many boys to fall in love with, but no, your stupid heart wanted the one who didn’t even know you existed. Your life had become a bad tragicomedy; every time you crossed paths with him, you felt your body go numb and your voice disappear. Your best friend called it a “romantic attack.”

Today, you had Potions class with the not-so-beloved Professor Snape, and it was important that you didn’t miss it since you had to turn in an assignment you had been working on for weeks. You hated Potions classes; you never had the best results, and that was the root of your disdain for them.

You were running through the corridors with a backpack on your shoulder, heading to the classroom where the class would be held. You arrived just in time, right as the last Hufflepuff student entered. When you walked in, you scanned the room for your desk partner, but you didn’t find them. You thought you’d have to do the class alone, something you didn’t enjoy. When you got to your spot, the class was about to start, and at that moment, Professor Snape appeared and gave the task for the day: an assignment that had to be done in pairs.

― Professor Snape, my partner didn’t come. Who do I do the activity with? ― you asked after raising your hand and being given the floor.

― Well, you can do it with Mr. Potter, who is also alone ― he said with a disdainful expression when mentioning the boy you liked.

Your body froze. Of all the classes where something like this could have happened, it had to be in Potions. He was going to find out that you were good for nothing, that you weren’t at his level to even think of going out with him. You wished the ground would swallow you up and never spit you back out.

― Is everything alright, Miss Y/N? ― The professor’s question pulled you out of your thoughts. You nodded and turned to see Potter walking toward the seat next to you. You felt your heart stop; it was like a dream and a nightmare at the same time.

With the problem solved, Snape went to help some students who had requested his assistance. Meanwhile, in your section, Potter was getting ready to make the potion. Your mind was racing, trying to think of a way to start a conversation.

― So… they abandoned us, huh? ― you said with a nervous laugh.

― Yeah, it seems that way. Shall we start?

You nodded enthusiastically. In your mind, you promised yourself you would do your best so the potion wouldn’t end up a disaster. In just a few seconds, you both decided that Harry would handle the cauldron while you passed him the ingredients and read the instructions. This spared you from any embarrassing moments in front of him.

By the end of the class, your potion was bottled and ready to present. For some reason, you had a good feeling that you had done it right. When Snape approached your area and checked that everything was in order, he begrudgingly gave you an excellent grade. You couldn’t believe it; that had never happened to you in his class. You were so excited that you even hugged Harry. It took only a second for you to realize what you had done, and unfortunately for you, there was no turning back. You pulled away so fast it seemed like Harry had caught fire.

― I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. I’m so excited that I didn’t notice. Forgive me, Harry ―. Concern and embarrassment were all over your face. You were about to pray for a hippogriff to come flying and take you away.

― Don’t worry, Y/N, it’s fine. We did a great job, and I liked working with you. We should do it again sometime ― he said with a smile crossing his face. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more in love with him, you received one of those smiles that made you want to cry with happiness.

Class ended, and everyone rushed to escape from the dungeons. In the hallway, you heard someone shouting your name. When you turned around, you saw Harry running towards you with something in his hand.

When he reached you, he stopped, a little out of breath.

― Y/N, you forgot your notebook.

You checked your backpack and realized he was right. You probably left it behind because you were thinking about him, something that didn’t surprise you at all.

― Yeah, you’re right. Thank you so much for bringing it to me ―. As you were about to say goodbye, Potter interrupted you.

― Would you like to go out with me sometime? We could go to Hogsmeade and have a drink at The Three Broomsticks, if you’d like.

It was either a joke or the best thing that had happened to you in a long time. You lost your voice and the ability to move; you were having a “romantic attack.” Before answering, you thought about the thousands of possibilities of what could happen if you said yes, and no matter how crazy it seemed, in all of them, the ending was a very happy one for you.

― I understand if you don’t wa…

― YES… yes, I’d like to go out with you sometime! ― You didn’t let him finish his sentence, shouting your response.

Harry couldn’t contain his smile of excitement.

― Great! How about next weekend? We could meet in the hall three hours before dinner.

― Sounds good, see you there then ― you said as you waved goodbye.

The moment you were out of his sight, you ran off to find your best friend to tell her about the long-awaited and desired moment.

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Week 1 of @summer-of-bad-batch !

Safety in Your Arms

Prompt: “You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Work count: 878

Summary: Every night you notice Crosshair struggling with vicious nightmares from the horrors he endured on Tantiss. So, you come up with a solution.

A/N: I’m three weeks behind so I’m trying to catch up! I hope you enjoy this fic! I haven’t written in months so I’m excited to get back into it. But I apologize if this isn’t the best. This basically takes places after season three:) Enjoy!

Coming soon to AO3👀

“You’re here. You’re safe.”

I rub his shoulder gently, sitting up in bed trying to wake him from the horrors of his dreams.

It’s gotten better than before. Before, when I would wake up Crosshair, he would push, shove or even try to punch. The horrors of Tantiss still plaguing him.

Then when he would wake, the guilt and shame would hit him. How vulnerable he felt, how upset he’s gotten over what he thought he had moved past. But the scares of Tantiss still haven’t healed completely.

He would push me away, wanting to deal with it by himself, wanting to be alone. Which would usually be staying up till the morning or going on a walk alone.

But like I said, it’s gotten better. We talked about it, and by we, I mean I talked to him about it. He rarely opened up about what happened on Tantiss, so I took the lead in talking about how we can manage his nightmare.

Immediately it turned to a sore subject, one he starts out with defensively, “If it’s such a bother to you I can sleep on the couch.”

“That’s not why I’m brining this up Crosshair,” I sigh running a hand through my hair, “I’m worried about you. And I hate seeing you suffer so. I want to be there for you but every time you just push me away. I want to help.”

“There isn’t any way you can help.”

“There is…but you’re going to have to trust me, be vulnerable with me,” I lean across the table and take his hand, “You don’t want to talk about Tantiss. I understand that. But when you wake up like that you shouldn’t be alone. You shouldn’t deal with that by yourself. Not when I’m right here.”

I meet his eyes, his sharp brown eyes softening as he starts to listen. “I’m never going to force you to do anything you don’t want, but maybe when you wake up from one of those dreams, you could look to me instead. Let me hold you, comfort you through it.”

There’s a slight nod, his silence translating to him considering it. “I don’t need to be comforted. It’s…It’s ridiculous I’m still having these dreams.”

There’s the frustration I see every night. I rub his knuckles with my thumb, “Healing takes time. It’s not going to happen over night. But…I think a bit of comfort wouldn’t hurt you. For someone to hold you through the aftermath, to feel safe in someone’s arms.”

“Remember when I loss my Lothcat all those cycles ago you comforted me through the whole grieving process. Anytime I would get upset about it, you’d comfort me through the tears. Let me do the same for you.”

He nods again, the memory fresh in his mind, “You needed me.”

“I did, and now you need me. So let me be there,” I squeeze his hand lightly, “Give it one night, one night and if you absolutely hate it we’ll never try it again.”

That seems to resonate with him, after all if he truly hated it he never had to do it again. “One night?”

“One night. The next time you have a rough night,” I nod back.

His gaze shifts away, and it’s almost as if I can see some of those walls he has built up slowly start to come down. His expression shifts softer as he looks back to me. “One night,” he repeats, his hand starts to squeeze mine.

~~~

That night turns out to be two nights later. I wake to him starting to shake, tossing and turning in his sleep. “N-No….NO!” He starts to shout.

I quickly sit up, wiping the sleep from my eyes before gently and carefully rubbing his shoulder, “It’s okay. You’re here. You’re safe.”

He jumps from his sleep, grasping onto my arm and panting. His chest rise and falls as his mind starts to awake with the rest of his body.

“It’s okay, it’s just me. You’re home. It’s just us my love, it’s just us,” I repeat, rubbing his arm, “Everyone is safe.”

His breathing starts to settle down but in its absence the guilt and vulnerability start to set in. Silently he goes to stand and I grab his wrist.

He turns and meets my eyes, “One night,” I remind him, “and tonight’s that night. Come here.”

He pauses at the edge of the bed. His eyes cast down, almost contemplating whether he’s going to stay or go.

“We promise to be here for each other we be there during the good and bad. Let me be here for you during the bad.” It was a terrible trick but I wanted, no, needed him to trust me with this.

There’s silence between the two of us, neither one saying or even moving. “One night. That’s it.” He says with a sharp tongue.

He climbs back into bed with a huff and lays on his back, waiting for something to happen.

Maker he’s one stubborn…

“Come here,” I take his right arm, pulling him to turn onto his left side, “come cuddle with me.”

He scoffs, turning onto his side and waiting for my back to meet his chest. I shake my head, “No baby, I’m going to cuddle you.”

I lay on my back, “You’re going to hug my chest, resting your head just below my chin.”

He stops, the instructions sinking in before a “No.”

“Just one night,” I say a little exhaustion, “Just give it a try.”

He huffs again before he turn and starts to get into position, he wraps his arms around my sides and rest against me, his head against my chest.

But I can tell he’s not really resting, “You can rest on me. You’re not that heavy Crosshair, you won’t hurt me.”

Then suddenly, there’s a deep sigh as he starts to rest his full weight against me. Despite his earlier resistance, he’s finally given in to trying.

I wrap my arms around him, one rubbing up and down his back while the other light scratches his head.

There’s silence as he just holds me, getting all this love and comfort. As the minutes tick by he slowly starts to unwind and sink into the feeling and into the love.

I see his shoulders start to relax, then his arms and eventually his head. All until he’s putty against me.

“You don’t have to carry this burden alone. I’m right here and I’m not leaving. I’ll protect you and help you through it,” I lean forward and kiss his head, “I love you.”

His arms hold me tighter, his head snuggle against my chest, “Love you too.” His voice sounds shaky, almost holding back emotions he didn’t know he could still feel. Safety, comfort, love.

I continue to hold him, continue to comfort him through the pain and memory of Tantiss. I’m about to say something else when his soft snoring breaks the silence.

I chuckle lightly but I’m filled with pure happiness. Usually he never fall back asleep after a nightmare, the idea being almost a joke to him. But now he laid against me content and safe enough to sleep again.

I grab our blanket and wrap it around the two of us before eventually drifting off myself, holding him close.

~~~

The next morning he’s not in bed which is to be expected. He needed time to process things. The biggest being whether he liked it or not.

I go about my day, helping Omega start planting new flowers around the island, playing with Batcher on the beach and eventually ending with reading on the patio while overlooking the beach.

That’s where he finds me, silently walking over and taking a chair across from me. I finish my page before looking up and meeting his eyes. And let me tell you, my heart drops.

He looks rested, calm and dare I say, content. He must’ve read my mind because his eyes dart away from mine as he holds his prosthetic hand against his own.

There’s silence between us before he breaks it with a simple, “I liked it.”

“You did?” I say, unable to continue my happiness.

“I did,” he starts simply, “I never thought I could fall back asleep after one of those…nights.”

I set my book on the table and reach, taking his shaking hand. “Maybe we could continue to have nights like that?” I offer.

“You wouldn’t mind?” His gaze dares to meet mine again.

“Why would I mind? I love it almost as much as you,” I chuckle with him giving a small smirk.

He chuckles back starting to relax again, “Yeah, I loved it too.”

And so from that night on, whenever he wakes from the horrors of Tantiss, I’m right there for him to hold onto. Someone to protect him, someone to kiss him and tell him it’s going to be alright.

And while I may not be a clone trooper like him, may not have the same training as him, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect him.

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Come See About Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Synopsis: Tom realizes he got you all wrong and slowly falls as he learns more about you during the press tour

Masterlist

“Oh shoot. I’m press with Y/n all week.” Tom said as he read an email from his team.

“Is that a bad thing?” Harry asked him.

“Not necessarily. I just don’t really know her that well. She was super reserved on set for the few days I shot with her. I wonder why they paired me with her.”

“Well, you’re the same age, right? The movie team probably just want to start romance rumors for publicity.”

“I don’t think that will happen. I barely got to know her during filming. I doubt anyone will see chemistry between us.” Tom replied. He started pacing around his hotel room and felt uncharacteristically nervous for the day ahead.

“Well for your sake, let’s hope you don’t see chemistry between you either.” Harry snorted.

“How do you mean?” Tom frowned.

“You know how messy relationships in the public eye can be. Just don’t go falling in love with this girl, okay? I do not want to watch you pine after your dark and mysterious costar.” Harry warned him.

“Psh. I won’t fall in love with her. That would never happen.” Tom scoffed and continued scrolling through his phone. He ended up on Instagram and saw that you had recently posted a photo. It was just a simple selfie in your hotel room which was probably just a few doors down from Tom’s. He found himself smiling and gave the photo a like. He may not have gotten to know you on set, but there’s no reason he couldn’t get to know you now.

“But if I did, why would that be bad?” Tom asked as he deep stalked your Instagram.

“The way I see it, there are two outcomes if you choose to pursue her. Option one is you get swept up in the excitement of promoting the movie and start reading into every little interaction between the two of you because that’s what the public is doing. So you convince yourself you’re in love with her and maybe she’ll even convince herself of the same thing. But once the press tour is over and you get to be with each other without any reason or purpose, you realize you never actually liked each other. And that’ll just end up breaking both your hearts. Even worse if only one of you realizes you never actually liked the other. God. That would be a nightmare.” Harry shivered.

“Okay.” Tom said slowly. “That was oddly specific. So what’s the other outcome?”

“You fall in love with her on this press tour and then it ends before you get a chance to tell her. So she flies off to film another movie and you’re stuck kicking yourself for not being honest with her sooner. And I’m stuck watching you whine about it.” Harry said simply.

“Or, hear me out, secret third option.” Tom proposed. “I fall for her and she falls for me and we have a great relationship. And maybe it lasts and maybe it doesn’t. But at least we gave it a shot. That could happen, right?”

“Maybe. But either way, she’s getting on a plane at the end of this press tour. And you can’t fall in love with someone who’s worlds away. Remember that.” Harry reminded him.

“I’m not gonna fall in love with her.” Tom insisted.

“Promise?” Harry asked skeptically.

“Yeah. Promise.” Tom said weakly. He looked at your picture one more time before shutting his phone off.

The next morning, Tom got into a black van that was going to take the cast to the building where the interviews were taking place. You got into the car shortly after with a huge smile on your face that Tom had never seen before. You were in a nice dress and full glam already, unintentionally earning yourself Tom’s full attention.

“Good morning.” You said enthusiastically as you sat in the seat beside him. He was slightly taken aback by how friendly you were being since he had only ever seen you being quiet and reserved.

“Oh, hello.” He smiled in surprise. “Good morning to you too, darling. How are you doing?”

“I’m really excited for today.” You admitted. “I haven’t done a big press tour like this before. I know they can be a little boring and repetitive but I can’t wait.”

“Yeah. These tours are pretty crazy. You get to see a lot of amazing places which is really cool. But you also get to answer the same question 100 times a day for a month straight. You’ll learn the highs and the lows pretty soon.”

“I’m ready for it all. But thanks for the warning. I appreciate any tips I can get.” You chuckled.

“You’re welcome. And don’t worry. You’ll get used to waking up at the crack of dawn and having a bunch of people you’ve never met poke you with makeup and hair stuff.”

“When?” You asked through a yawn. “Because I have a full face of makeup on before my brain is fully awake and it feels so very, very wrong.”

“Not soon enough.” He sighed. “I’ve learned to stay half asleep while the nice ladies apply my concealer.”

“Oh, so this complexion isn’t natural?” You teased and pointed to his face.

“Nope. You’re not the only one in full glam right now, darling.” He humored you, making you laugh.

“Careful. You don’t know if you can’t trust me yet. I might sell that piece of bad boy information to a news site and get you exposed.” You warned. It was Tom’s turn to laugh and he felt amazed that he had never seen this side of your personality before.

“I hope you don’t. I was just about to say that I’m glad I can share your first big press tour with you but now I feel we may have begun an enemies arch.”

“No. We can’t be enemies.” You whined playfully. “Because I was gonna say that I’m glad you’re here too. You always seem so relaxed and funny in interviews. I’m really hoping I don’t come off as nervous as I feel today.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t. It’ll feel just like a conversation.” He assured you. He was pleased to know you were a watcher of his interviews and wondered what else he’d uncover about you that day.

“Thank. I really appreciate you helping me with all this.”You said sincerely.

“It’s no trouble. If you have any other questions, just ask. I’ll help wherever I can.” He told you.

“Thanks, Tom.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and suddenly remembered what Harry had said the night before about not falling in love with you. Tom was just one conversation in and already struggling to keep his promise.

Once the van arrived at the building, you and Tom had makeup touch ups and were then sent into the junket room.

“Wow. I haven’t seen the poster yet.” You gasped and touched the poster with gentle fingertips. Tom watched you admiring it and smiled when he saw how proud you looked.

“You look good up there. I hope to see you on more posters.” He said and nudged you slightly.

“Like in Playboy?” You asked and looked insulted.

“What?” Tom gulped. “No, no, no. I didn’t-“

“I’m just messing with you.” You cut him off and nudged him back. He felt his hearts too racing and cracked a smile.

“You really had me for a second there, darling. I didn’t realize you had such a sense of humor. I guess I never heard you say much on set.”

“Thats because I found it hard to shake my character after filming all day. I guess I’m not used to separating that yet. I loved my character and all but I’m so glad to be done shooting her. She’s so dark and dramatic. It really affected my mood on set.” You told him as you both sat down in your chairs.

“Oh, wow. So you’re not quiet? You were just in character?”

“Quiet? I’ve never been described as quiet.” You laughed. “I was just in my emo phase on set because the material I was shooting was so dark. It bummed me out all day.”

“But you’re not bummed out today?” He asked with a coy smile.

“Fuck no. I’m ready to party.” You whispered to him just as the journalist came in. He burst out laughing at the unexpected expletive and earned himself a look from the journalist.

“Well alright then.” He chuckled.

That was the first of many times you made Tom laugh that day. The more interviews you did together, the more he learned about you and your personality. He paid attention to every anecdote and personal story you shared and was more and more fascinated each time.

When it came time for day two of the press tour, he could not wait to get back in there with you. The interviews were in the hotel that day and Tom got to the junket room first. When you got there, you handed him a hot cup of tea.

“For you.” You smiled and sat beside him. Tom looked at you curiously and you gestured for him to sip it. He took a sip and widened his eyes when he tasted it.

“This is exactly how I take my tea.” He said incredulous.

“I know. I was listening when you ordered at breakfast yesterday.” You said proudly.

“Thank you, darling. I really appreciate that.” He smiled fondly at you before taking another sip.

“Well I wanted to thank you for all your help yesterday.” You smiled shyly. “I was really nervous yesterday until we talked in the car. You made my first press day really memorable. So I did the normal courtesy of eavesdropping on you and brought you your favorite tea.”

“That was very kind of you. And you made my day yesterday a lot better than I was expecting so I should be thanking you too.”

“Then I’ll loudly tell someone else my favorite way to drink tea so that you can eavesdrop and surprise me.” You joked as the journalist walked in.

“How are you guys doing today?” The journalist asked to start the interview.

“I’m doing really well now that Y/n brought me tea.” Tom answered and took another sip.

“I’m also doing really well but because Tom didn’t bring me tea.” You said and looked at Tom to see if he found it funny.

“Why would that make you happy?” He laughed.

“Because I hate tea.” You shrugged.

“What? Don’t you know that is the worst thing you can say to an English person? And you just told me you had a favorite tea.”

“That was a joke. I actually hate tea.” You admitted.

“How can anyone hate tea?” Tom asked in exasperation.

“It’s just like hot, flavored water. I don’t understand what’s good about it. I hate soup too.“

“Soup too?” Tom gasped and pretended to clutch his petals.

“I think soup is so nasty. Why would I ever want to eat hot blended food?”

“If you hate soup and you hate tea, then what do you do when you’re sick?”

“I watch Fantastic Mr. Fox under my covers like a normal person.” You answered, making him laugh.

“This is very disturbing information to learn so early in the morning. You’ve surprised me, darling.”

“I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” You shrugged with a laugh.

The next day, Tom was pleased to see you already waiting in your chair for the interview to start. You were texting on your phone but looked up when he came into the room. Your makeup artists was touching up your lipstick so you couldn’t smile at him and opted for a wink. He found himself blushing at the wink and sat beside you.

“Morning, darling.”

“Good morning. No tea today?” You teased.

“I’ve already had my tea, for your information. I chugged it while I got my makeup done.”

You laughed but he wasn’t actually kidding about getting his makeup done. He was just happy that it made you laugh. Your makeup artists finished up and you checked your makeup in your phone camera.

“You look pretty.” Tom said before he could stop himself. You looked over at him in surprise before smiling.

“Why, thanks. So do you.” You said and shot him another wink. He blushed and looked down at his lap at the compliment.

“God, I’m gonna be thinking about lunch this entire interview.” You whispered to him.

“You didn’t eat at the craft service table?”

“I can’t eat that early in the morning.” You waved your hand. “It makes me nauseous. Now I’m wishing I did though. My kingdom for a cheese stick.”

“I hate cheese.” Tom grimaced.

“What? Even in stick form?” You asked him.

“Even in stick form.” He humored you. “And you can’t judge me because you hate the two most comforting foods on earth.”

“I’m judging you so hard right now.” You mumbled. Tom laughed as an idea came to him.

Before your next interview, Tom made a quick stop at the bakery across the street. You were already in the room waiting to start by the time he got back. He quickly fixed his hair before holding out a little brown paper bag.

“For you.” He said with a bashful smile.

“What is this?” You asked as you took the bag.

“Open it.” He said as he sat beside you. You gave him a curious look before opening the bag.

“Scone?” You gasped and looked up at him.

“Scone!” He smiled proudly.

“You got me a scone? Why?” You wondered and took the stone out of the bag.

“Because it was easier to find than a cheese stick.” He chuckled.

“I love you.” You cupped his chin before taking a bite of the scone. Tom froze and felt his face turn bright red at your words. You realized he had gone quiet and looked over at him.

“Sorry. Was it too soon to say that?” You asked with a mouthful of scone.

“I think so. Aren’t you supposed to wait three months?” He chuckled and touched a cold hand to his burning face.

“Too bad. The introduction of the scone sped up our relationship and now we’re in love.” You shrugged and took another bite. Tom laughed again and looked down at his laugh.

“So, uh, speaking of our relationship. Have you seen the way fans have been shipping us since our last few interviews hit the Internet? How weird is that?” He said and forced a laugh. He didn’t actually find it weird, he just wanted it see how you felt about the possibility of a relationship.

“I was actually deep into the fan edits last night to be perfectly honest with you.” You said through a laugh.

“Were you?” He asked in surprise.

“I was. And I heard that we’ve been secretly dating since May. Did you know that?”

“I did. I forgot to tell you. I’m sorry, darling. It must’ve slipped my mind.” He played along.

“That’s okay. I can’t be mad at you since you blessed me with a scone.”

The journalist came in once you had finished your scone and the interview began. Tom was barely paying attention to the questions and only focused on hearing your answers. He loved that he wasn’t getting to learn new things about you that he was too shy to ask.

“Unpopular opinion?” The journalist asked.

“A lot of people think cats are girls and dogs are boys but the real take here is that all seagulls are boys.”

“Woah, what? What makes all seagulls boys?” Tom asked you.

“A girl would never act like that.” You said simply, making Tom laugh.

“My unpopular opinion is that Y/n’s best movie is Look Mom, No Hands.” Tom said, making you burst out laughing.

“I know you did not just bring up my Disney Chanel original movie from when I was 11.”

“Yes I did. Because I watched it last night and I cried when you made the winning goal even after your glasses broke from the soccer ball hitting you in the face.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “The drama.”

“It was! The opposing team totally kicked it into your face on purpose because they knew you were the underdog. But nevertheless, she persisted. You made the winning goal and your team won the championship.”

“Wow. Way to spoil my movie from 15 years ago. And why were you even watching that?”

“Because I needed to know who I was working with everyday. It’s a part of your lore. Now that I know you’ve starred in a DCOM, I know I can trust you.”

“I was not the star. Bridget Mendler was the star. I was just the quirky best friend.” You reminded him, making Tom laugh.

“Well you were the only one I was looking at, okay darling? You were the star for me.” He said as he looked over at you. You smiled at his answer and nodded your head.

“Good answer. Favorite snack?” The journalist asked.

“Oh no. You’re gonna think I’m weird.” You smiled sheepishly.

“What? I could never, darling. What is it?” Tom asked and turned in his chair to face you.

“I put mustard on popcorn.” You grimaced.

“What the hell?” Tom’s nose scrunched in disgust.

“See! I knew you’d think I was a little freak.”

“Mustard? On popcorn? Why would anyone do that?”

“You’re thinking it’s worse than it is. Yellow mustard on lightly salted popcorn is really good, okay? Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“You’re gonna have to make it for me. Because I cannot imagine it’s good.” Tom shook his head.

“If I can get my hands on some mustard during this press tour, I will be at your door in a heartbeat.”

“It’s a date.”Tom replied, making you smile.

“It better be.” You answered, and he returned the smile.

Tom was fully in it now. Every second that he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. You started spending your evenings together and grabbed dinner every night after your interviews. He was falling fast and getting worse and worse at hiding it. He posted a photo of the two of you that the paparazzi had taken while you were out to dinner and captioned it “I’d wait out in the cold all night just to take pictures of her too”. He tagged you and it wasn’t long before you were in his comments saying “he’s so obsessed with me it’s honestly embarrassing”. He smiled at the comment and wrote back “yes, and?” before going to bed.

The press tour was coming to an end and on the last day, Tom walked into the junket room to find only one chair in the room.

“Oh. No Y/n?” Tom asked his manager.

“Nope. Solo interviews today.” They replied. Tom faked a smile and sat in his chair. He hoped his disappointment wasn’t as obvious as it felt as he gave the interview alone. He did a few more solo interviews throughout the day and eventually got to his last one. It wasn’t long before the door opened up and you walked into the room with Tom’s water bottle.

“Hi. I’m crashing. Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly and walked into the room.

“That’s quite all right. Do you want a chair?” The journalist asked you.

“I’m good.” You smiled politely and sat on Tom’s knee. He immediately blushed and looked up at you.

“What are you doing here, darling?” Tom grinned.

“I finished early so I brought you juice.” You said and handed him the water bottle.

“What? No way.” He smiled in appreciation and opened up the water bottle to see apple juice inside.

“Juice!” You cheered.

“Juice!” He echoed. “Thank you, darling. What a nice surprise.”

“Well I had to get you back for the scone.“ You told him.

“So Tom, I have to ask about your Instagram post from yesterday. You tagged Y/n in an interesting place, Tom. Care to comment on that?” The journalist asked now that you had joined the interview.

“He tagged me there because it’s where you can usually find me.” You chuckled.

“Wait, I’m lost? Where did I tag her?” Tom asked. You and the journalist exchanged a look before you pulled out your phone to show Tom his own post from the night before. He had accidentally tagged you right on his crotch, making him turn red when he saw his mistake. And when he pieced together what you meant by what you had just said, he turned even redder.

“Oh my God. I swear, I’m just Instagram stupid. I didn’t mean to tag her there.” Tom explained.

“Yes he did. He tagged me in my location. Because that’s where I am.” You kept up the joke just to tease him.

“Where?” The journalist laughed.

“On Tom’s dick.” You shrugged. Tom covered his red face with his hands as you and the journalist laughed.

“People know that about me. If they can’t find me, they don’t ask “hey where’s Y/n?” because they already know where I am. It’s my happy place. My sanctuary. My home away from home.” You continued.

“No. No more. My mum watched these.” He playfully scolded you.

“Hey, you started this.” You reminded him.

“And I’m ending it.”

“Actually, I’m the one who has to end it. That’s all the time we have. Thanks guys.” The journalist said. The last interview was done, meaning the press tour was officially over. You stood up and adjusted your skirt before looking at Tom. He smiled softly but felt his disappointment return. The tour was over which meant today was his last day with you. He knew you’d keep in touch, but it would never be like this again, and that’s made him sad.

Instead of wallowing in his sadness, Tom did something about it. He stopped by the corner store before making his way to your hotel room. In his way there, he ran into his brother Harry. Harry took one look at the bag of popcorn in his hands and knew what was happening.

“You fell in love with her, didn’t you?” Harry snorted.

“Shut up.” Tom groaned. “I can still fire you.”

“You did the one thing you said you wouldn’t do. Now look at you. One your way to eat the most American combination of foods I have ever seen. You’re a disgrace to your homeland.”

“I couldn’t help it, okay? She made me fall for her. It’s all her fault, really. Now leave me alone. I have a girl to surprise with a disgusting snack.” Tom said and went on his way. He took a deep breath before knocking on your door. You opened your door for him and he held up his bag of supplies.

“Hey, you. What’s this?”You raised an eyebrow.

“Mustard and popcorn. You little freak.” He said with a teasing smile. Your lips curved into a smile as you stared at him.

“Get in here.” You instructed.

He went into your room and shut the door behind him as you poured the bag popcorn into two bowls. He did his best to hide his disgust as you squirt mustard over them both.

“Here. You’re gonna love this.” You said as you handed him his bowl.

“It smells like mustard.” He grimaced.

“Well, that’s 50% of the ingredients.”

“Okay. I’m doing it. I’m eating one.” He said and popped a mustard covered piece of popcorn into his mouth. You watched him as he chewed it and could tell he hated it.

“Well?” You asked.

“I’m gonna throw up.” He answered.

“Spit it out.” You laughed.

“No. You like this so I’m gonna force myself to like it too.” He said a begrudgingly swallowed the popcorn. You laughed at him but your smile slowly faded and you looked a little upset.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked you.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling kinda down tonight.” You told him.

“You are? What’s bothering you?”

“I guess I’m just sad the tours over. I don’t like when things end.” You admitted with a sad smile.

“I’m sad it’s over too. They usually exhaust me but I don’t know. I particularly enjoyed this one.” Tom replied sheepishly without meeting your eyes.

“You did?” You asked as you ate your popcorn.

“I did. Mostly because I enjoyed getting to know you.” He admitted and finally looked up at you. You smiled in surprise and scooted closer to him. Tom gulped and looked down at his lap. The tour was officially over so if he didn’t want you to get on a plane without ever knowing how he felt, he was gonna have to speak now.

“You know, before the tour started, my brother made me promise that I wasn’t gonna fall for you.” Tom admitted.

“What?” You laughed softly. “Why would he make you promise that?”

“I don’t know. He said it would only end in two ways.” Tom said and looked into your eyes with a sheepish smile.

“Which were?” You wondered.

“We get caught up in the excitement of the movie so we start a fling and then breakup when the tour ends.”

“Well that didn’t happen. So what was the other option?”

“I fall for you and never tell you. And the tour ends and you get on a plane and I regret it for the rest of my life. But I guess that option didn’t happen either since I told you.” He said as he never dropped your gaze. You stared into his eyes for a moment as you processed what he had just admitted.

“Well, what if there was a secret third option?”

“Secret third option?” Tom asked with intrigue.

“I mean, just because the tour is ending that doesn’t mean it has to be the end of you and me, does it?” You said and leaned in even closer.

“It doesn’t?” He gulped at your close proximity.

“I don’t think so. And look. You bought me food. That makes this is our first date.” You explained as you held up your bowl of popcorn.

“Well I’m happy to hear that but don’t expect a kiss with your mustard breath.” Tom mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“What was that?” You played along.

“I said you’re so pretty and I have a giant crush on you and want us to be together.” He said quickly.

“Much better.” You smiled and popped some popcorn into your mouth.

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so long london v.m x r

plot: the lead up to vivs departure

warning: mostly fluff and some angst

You were mad.

Furious.

You knew another contract wasn’t going to be made for Viv when she came home and told you that he never played her at Everton.

She had scored the most goals whilst being managed under his name, she was amazing at the game. She was a defender's worst nightmare.

You would know you used to be one.

It was when you played for City. No matter how hard you tried, every single game she scored past you. It made you angry whenever her name was on their starting sheet but of course, she would have been on the starting sheet.

She was the best number 11 the WSL had ever had.

Your hate grew into an admiration for the Dutch whenever she shook your hand with a smile “Good match” she would always say “Good goal” you said back, and she shrugged “You made it very hard for me”.

You both would laugh before returning to your teams.

You never realized that your cheeks blushed whenever she shook your hand a bit too long or smiled whenever the ball turned around and she had to turn into a defensive player.

She always used her hands to hold your hips after you got rid of the ball, stopping herself from bodying you over.

You were both relatively shy off the field, whenever there was an event and the teams were allowed to talk you both never talked together by yourselves, always just in a group of people but you always found yourselves looking at one another.

It drove your teammates insane.

Then when the next season arose you were told you would be put on loan to Arsenal, just for a season to let you have more experience with other players as you took over for Leah Williamson as she was out with an ACL injury. You were Manchester blue through and through.

You would be welcome back at any time.

When the news was announced you got many supportive messages from both red and blue teams. Steph, your captain wishes you luck, some of the younger girls shuttered you wouldn’t be there to sneak them treats at games, and some of the Arsenal girls were excited about your arrival.

You quickly become friends with Katie, also already being friends with your Australian teammates.

You were very excited when Viv’s name popped up on your phone late at night.

Viv_miedema: Welcome to Arsenal, I’m very happy you're on my team now even if it is just for a short while (:

You blushed and replied, thanking her.

It wasn’t long until you were training, film camera near you to document your first training. It wasn’t too bad, you were comfortable, but you had to stop yourself from yelling out the wrong names at certain times.

Katie laughed at you when you stuttered with a name but Viv slyly walked from behind and whispered their name from behind you.

“Vivvy the hero” Katie cooed before the tall women walked away, unbeknownst to you with blushed cheeks.

The first week was over and you had opted to sit out on the first game, choosing to sit next to Leah on the bench so you both could analyse and she could teach you more about the team. You were scared the English Captain would not want to help you, scared you would be replacing her but she was nice.

She wanted what was best for her team and she knew it was you.

Your homework session had worked when at training you had easily gotten the ball off a majority of your teammates and kicked it away.

Viv watched you with a smile, determination written on your face.

Katie, her defender scoffed “What?” Viv asked “I can’t believe I didn’t notice this until now,” she said and Viv quirked her brows “What?” she questioned again and Katie gave her a deadpan look “You have a crush on City” she said, using her nickname she gave you.

Viv widened her eyes “No” her voice grew quiet “and Katie covered her mouth in shock “Oh my god you actually fucking do” she said, excitement taking over her as Viv slapped her arm “Shoosh” she shushed Katie.

“How long?”

“We are at training.”

“Balls at the other end”

“Katie” Viv grumbled and Katie laughed, already scheming in her mind.

You were happy in the training, making sure to high-five Leah who laughed at the energy you still had.

Caitlin slapped your back in the changing room as you were untying your shoes “I have an idea” she started off and you shook your head “No, your ideas suck”

“This is a good idea I promise,” she told you and you looked at Steph for help who looked away “Don’t drag me into this”.

You sighed and sat up “what is it?”

“Wanna come on a double date with me?” she asked and you stood up to walk away but she grabbed your wrist, sitting you back down “Please? She asked again, giving you puppy eyes and you sighed “Who is it?” you asked, and the girl clapped her hands, excitedly.

She never told you who the girl you were going on a date with looked like she just told you it was one of Katie's friends, which made you feel a bit better. Katie had a good eye and would only befriend people with good intentions.

“Not that I want to start dating a total stranger but how do I look?” you asked Caitlin and Steph who were sitting on the couch waiting for you to finish getting ready.

You wore a simple pair of denim jeans and a nice-fitting top that sat nicely around your arms. Your hair was up but it was curled.

“You look nice” Steph smiled and Caitlin smirked at her phone “You might need to bring a jacket” Steph yelled out when you turned to your room “No!”

“Your date must give you theirs”.

“I might just put one in the car though, girls are usually the same size so it won’t be oversized Stephy,” you said, using hand gestures to make Caitlin laugh “I’m just trying to romanticize this up a little bit okay, leave me alone”

“All right, we will cause we got to go”.

You played with your fingers in the car, tempted to text Viv asking her to pick you up as Caitlin drove.

The more you thought about it the more you wanted to be in her presence rather than a random girl you had never met in North London.

“Here”

You looked up to Caitlin who looked back at you with a smile, comforting you “Okay” you replied and walked out of the car “Katie and the girl is already there” Caitlin told you as you both walked in “Why don’t you use her name-“ you trailed off before you saw a smirking Katie and a dazed Viv.

“What?” Caitlin smirked “You didn’t think I picked up on your little crush, I’ve noticed this since you were still at City”

“I’m going to kill you,” you told her before you walked up to the two girls “hey babe,” Caitlin said, kissing Katie on the cheek as you and Viv looked at each other “uh hi” you blushed and Viv’s hands rubbed over her thighs “Hi” she smiled back.

Katie and Caitlin looked at you both hesitantly, scared they had crossed a line but when you sat down and filled both of your cups with water they knew they had just given you the right push you both needed.

Now for their last step.

“I actually wasn’t feeling that good” Katie piped up and Caitlin placed her hand on top of yours “Really, should we get you back home?”

Caitlin definitely was not an actor.

“Yeah maybe” Katie sighed, and Viv turned around “Should I take you back?” she asked and Katie shook her head “I drove so I can take her back myself,” Caitlin said “You two stay, Viv can drive you back later,” Katie said before they both quickly got up and walked away, you and Viv watched as they giggled with each other through the window.

“Do they know-“ “No they definitely do not” Viv answered your question as you both laughed “How are you?” you asked the girl who sat up “You don’t want to leave?” she questioned and you shook your head “I mean we’re already here and Caitlin left her card” you smirked, holding up the card that your friend had left on the table.

Viv smirked and then laughed “That’s good because I didn’t want to leave either,” she said and you blushed “Well that’s good”.

You both would label that as your first date, even if it wasn’t planned by the both of you but it didn’t stop you both from going on more. It was on the fourth date that Viv acted differently and it worried you a bit, she was short with her answers and kept on fumbling with her hands.

It was in the car when you figured out “Are you okay?” You asked and she furrowed her eyebrows “Of course” she said and you nodded “You’re just acting a little bit weird I guess” You shrugged and Viv opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out “Viv?” you asked and she shook her head “Can you close your eyes?” she asked with a blushed face, she usually wasn’t the one to blush so you smiled “okay” you obliged and closed your eyes, facing her.

You felt her soft hands grasp your chin and your lips parted at the feeling before she leaned her lips to yours, you smiled before reaching your own hands out to her and pulling her a bit closer as you kissed for the first time, you both smiled into the kiss and only leaned away when you both had to breathe.

“You don’t have to be nervous to kiss me” you assured her and pulled her in again and she graciously kissed you back.

Since Viv technically kissed you first, you decided you would be the one to pop the question for the Dutchie to be your girlfriend. It was on a rare free day and instead of being incognito at the men's City game, you took her to the restaurant where you went on your first date.

“This is cute” Viv hummed as you took her to the same table you sat at the first time, still with two spare seats next to you to represent your missing friends.

You fumbled with your rings the entire time as you waited for the right time to ask her but Viv being the most observant person ever reached her hands out to yours, covering them “Are you okay?” she asked and you nodded your head “yep” you said, your voice squeaky.

Viv quirked her brow at you, not believing you and you took a deep breath “I was just wondering” you said before Viv smiled at you, calming you “If you would like to be my official girlfriend?”

Viv squeezed your hands and smiled “I thought you would never ask” she teased you “You knew!” you realized and she shrugged “Katie is very bad at keeping secrets”.

Viv felt like home.

So when your loan had finished and you had to choose between City and Arsenal you chose to stay at Arsenal for another six months on a contract.

You watched as one night Viv landed weirdly on her knee, her knee had been bothering her weirdly and this would definitely not help. Then when she had felt slightly better Jonas put her back on the field.

You hoped it wouldn’t be too early.

And It almost felt like everything would be fine, especially when she shot a goal against Liverpool, you were quick to run from the other end of the field to jump in her arms.

“I’m so proud of you” you whispered into her ear and used your arms to hide yourself kissing the side of her neck.

She laughed, squeezing you and light-heartedly telling you to get back to your position.

Then she was sent off, Alessia going on for her, you saw her wobble on her knee.

You went off shortly after, subbing on for Leah as she had returned from injury.

You sat next to her on the bench, laying your jacket over both of your legs before reaching your hand down to draw circles on her knee which she nodded at you..

You should’ve seen the signs from Jonas that he was trying to ice Viv out and you hated yourself for not. You held her in her house when she sobbed into your shirt, scared that her knee was going to end her career.

All you could do was hold her.

You were frustrated for her, even when her knee was healed Jonas still didn’t play her, at first you thought it was out of fear but it wasn’t until the last Everton game you realized it could be because he just purely didn’t want to.

You were near the boundary line, watching as Viv stood up, ready to go on and you smiled at her, she smiled back with a nod. Fans cheered as they thought Viv was returning to the field and so did you.

Your smile fell as you watched Jonas walk up to her and pull her back forcefully, turning her to the bench.

You felt hot, anger that had been bubbling had now spilled over, all you saw was red and it wasn’t because you had Arsenal girls surrounded before you.

“Oi!” you yelled out to Jonas as Viv also defended herself “Touch her like that again and I’ll fucking quit! You want to win? Put her on!”

You ran away back to your position, immediately regretting your actions as Katie patted your back “I’m sorry” you said and she crossed her head “Don’t be” was all she said before running back to her spot.

Jonas took you off after the next goal, Lotte going on after you.

You felt defeated as you looked at your manager, tears pricking at your eyes as you could’ve just possibly ruined your career. You were only brought back into reality when a comforting hand grabbed yours.

Viv who also had tears in her eyes “Can we leave?” you ask and she nodded as you both shook hands with your teammates on the bench and walked through the tunnel to go home.

When you reached Viv’s home she turned to you, locking the doors.

“How long do you have left of your contract?” she asked and you threw your head back, trying to remember “End of the season”

“He’s not giving me a new contract” she admitted and you shot up “Viv-“ “City always said they’d have you back right?” she asked and you nodded your head “I get reminded every transfer season”

“I’m leaving Arsenal,” she said as if it was the first time she had admitted it to yourself.

“I don’t want to be at Arsenal if there’s no you,” you told her and she smiled, tears now starting to run down her face “What about at City?” Viv asked and you smiled “really?” you ask and she nodded

“I want to play with you- I want to stay with you.”

[sea-lanterns]

SCREAM

synopsis: (slasher! AU) your creepy telephone stalker decides to pay you a visit.

featuring: kuki shinobu

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, blood, stalking, mentions of murder(s), kn.ives, home invasion, oral (reader recieving), tongu.e play, c.lit stimulation, slight fin.gering, tongue kissing, manhandling, hair pulling, kitchen counter se.x, may be ooc.

art credits: pumpkin night

“No, I don’t want to go to tonight’s party.”

“Wha—? But you never go…!”

You twirled the spiral cord connected to your telephone out of boredom, rolling your eyes at your friend’s desperate pleas, as she tried to get you to attend tonight’s college party to try and get you out of your shell. You weren’t much of a party girl if you had to be honest, as loud music, drunk people, and obnoxious sex did not sound like a fun time to you no matter how “exciting” your friends may phrase it. 

“I don’t want to smell sweat and alcohol while I’m there…” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Besides, we have midterms coming up. I have to study or my GPA will drop.”

“Ugh, you’re such a buzzkill!” Your friend huffs over the phone. “Midterms don’t even start until next week, you have all weekend to study!” 

You let out a sigh and made a fake “bzzzt” noise with your mouth. 

“Oh no, you’re breaking up…” you mumble sarcastically, staring up at the ceiling.

“What? No! You’re just making that sound with your mou—”

“Oh god the connection is really bad. Sorry, I think I have to hang up.”

“You little—”

You slammed the phone back on the receiver before she could get another word in, tiredly making your way over to the couch and face planting right into the cushions due to exhaustion. It had been a long day of classes for you, and since it was only a Friday, you decided it would be best to rest up and maybe watch a movie before studying for your exams. 

Grabbing the remote to the TV, you flipped it on and began mindlessly scrolling through channels before a particularly interesting horror movie caught your eye. “Oh…neat.” You sat up on the couch and watched as the hit horror movie film: Nightmare on Elm Street began playing while you settled down to get comfortable.

‘This is already going way better than going to that party…’ you thought to yourself, before deciding to get up and make something to eat while you waited for the intro to be done. You had the whole house to yourself due to your parents being out of town, so every snack and food item in the kitchen was all yours for the taking without any repercussions. A giddy smile was on your face, as you began grabbing bowls from the cupboard to pour some of your favorite chips as a snack, usually unable to do this since you weren’t allowed to snack so late at night.

As you began pouring the chips into the bowl however, the landline rang again and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of annoyance. Your best friend had a habit of calling you at the most inconvenient times, so you quickly washed up your hands and grabbed the phone a bit snarkily. 

“Hello?”

“I can’t believe you’re still not going!”

You groaned when she continued her little game of coercing you to go to the party, slamming the phone back down on the receiver before grabbing your bowl of chips and shoving a handful into your mouth. You had a habit of being unnecessarily sarcastic when people were starting to bother you, and while it did come off as rude, your friend should’ve known better as you’ve made your decline to her offer very, very clear. 

Too tired to even get that upset, you set the bowl on the table in front of you before lying down on the couch to sulk. You watched the movie for maybe a few minutes —ten if you wanted to be specific— but ended up slowly dozing off since you were too tired from a long day of classes.

‘Just a short nap…’ you thought to yourself, feeling your eyelids droop before closing them shut. ‘I’ll get back to studying when I wake up…’

The last thing you heard before falling into unconsciousness was a shrill scream coming from the TV, and the light downpour of rain starting to occur outside…

You hoped your friend wouldn’t call you again.

You woke up to the sound of the telephone ringing and groaned before rolling off the couch to glance at the clock. The TV was still playing in the background, but as you looked up to check the time, you realized it was 2 am, about five hours from when the party started. 

“Son of a…” the phone rang again and you hissed with irritation before scrambling to grab the phone. 

“Are you serious?” You shouted into the line, clearly frustrated with your friend still trying to get you to come. “It is 2 am, why are you still asking me to go? Shouldn’t you be at home by this time?!”

The voice that greeted you over the line was not the voice you were expecting. 

Instead, a deep, slightly husky, yet feminine voice chuckles over the other line and sighs. “Uhhh…I’m sorry?” You could hear the smile in her words. “I suppose it is pretty late, I’m sorry if I’ve upset you, sweetie…”

The stranger’s voice sent shivers down your spine. It was so unbelievably sexy, and you found yourself accidentally blushing since you weren’t expecting such an attractive voice to greet you. “Oh…I’m sorry…” you say in a much softer tone. “My friend has been calling me all night, so I expected her when I answered the phone and it’s been driving me a bit crazy.”

“I like crazy.” The stranger responds with a throaty chuckle. “But you don’t sound that crazy to me…”

Your heartbeat began to pick up the more she spoke with you. 

“Aha…well, that’s comforting I guess. But uh…I think you have the wrong number, I don’t really know who you are…?”

“No, I think I have the right number…” The stranger hums sweetly. “You sound like a sweet enough gal, care to talk to me for a little while longer?” 

Several warning bells were going off in your head, but the sound of such a delightfully sweet and sexy voice kept you on your toes. You knew it was dangerous, you knew it was stupid, yet you couldn’t help but want to hear more, pressing on further to push a small conversation.

“Okay…what do you…wanna talk about?” You ask after some hesitance, unsure on how to approach this.

“You, doll.” The voice answers back, sending tingles down to your core. 

“Me?” 

“Yes, you. Let’s start with some cheesy lil icebreakers, hm?” The stranger hums gravelly. “What’s your…favorite scary movie? Since it’s near Halloween and all.”

“…Oh.” You thought about it for some time, before coming up with a funny, yet witty answer. 

“Uhhh, Matilda.”

“What?” The voice let out the huskiest laugh you’ve ever heard, making you blush as you pictured the woman behind the phone chuckling at your joke. “That’s not a scary movie,” the stranger says once more. “You have to pick an actual horror film.”

“Matilda is a horror movie.” You argued back, a playful laugh coming out of your mouth. “That scene where the principal was chasing them throughout the house gave me anxiety.” 

“Heh, fair, fair…” the voice hums with amusement. “No but seriously, what is your actual favorite horror movie, doll?” 

“Why do you wanna know?” You tease playfully, coiling the wire of the phone around your finger. 

“Well, mostly because…” the sexy voice suddenly grew even lower, dropping an octave until you could barely hear what they said. “I wanna get to know the person I’m looking at.” 

Your heart slowly sank when that sentence was uttered over the other line, blood running cold as you quietly processed what the person just said. 

“…Wh…What?” 

“I must admit, I was a bit sad when I didn’t see you at tonight’s big party…” the voice continued to say, nonchalant to how creepy they were sounding the more they spoke into the phone. “Maybe it’s for the best, however. I wouldn’t want your pretty lil eyes to witness such a bloody and messy massacre…”

Your throat clogged up and you couldn’t help but pull the phone away from your face.

“That…That isn’t funny.” You say with a scowl, your face turning hot with anger as you glared at the phone in front of you. “Haha funny prank. You can hang up now you stupid prankster.”

“Awww, babygirl I’m hurt…” the voice spoke in mock sympathy, “You really think I would play a sick trick on a girl like you? I’m not that heartless…” Their voice toned down to a whisper, the smirk barely covered up in their speech as they groaned. “Though, if I’m not pranking you, that must mean everything is true, hmm?”

Your eyes widened and you realized you have yet to receive a phone call from your friend at the party. You assumed it was still ongoing, but..

“You— You’re such a sicko! Don’t joke about things like that!”

“It’s not a joke, doll,” The voice chuckles back. “I wonder if you were friends with that one blonde girl I killed. About five foot four, wore a sexy devil costume, and screamed like bloody murder when I plunged my knife into her chest.” 

The way they laughed as you stood there in shock did not help the fear rising in your throat, as the stranger had just described your friend who kept begging for you to go to the party with her. They got every single detail right, and you were starting to slowly realize that the “sexy stranger” over the phone was actually a slaughtering serial killer in disguise.

“Oh, oh my god…” you covered up your mouth and accidentally dropped the phone, the cord of the line stopping it from falling as it dangled a few inches off the ground like a bungee swing.

“Oooh, you shouldn’t drop telephones, sweet thing…” the stranger spoke again, causing you to panic as they knew what you were doing.

“Leave…me…alone!”

You scrambled to slam the phone back onto the receiver, but a sharp voice suddenly shouted from the other line. 

“Don’t you dare hang up!” The woman’s voice erupted, causing you to wince and drop it back from your hands. “Ugh…I’m sorry for yelling. I just wanted to play a game with you, that’s all…”

“What game? What game could you possibly want to play with me?!” You exclaim fearfully, quickly backing up into the counter. 

“An easy one.” The voice speaks again, a growl practically escaping their throat, “I want to play hide and seek.”

Your stomach twisted at the mention of hide and seek, hands grasping for a kitchen knife as a makeshift use for a weapon. 

“I think you’re familiar with the rules. I hide, and you try to find me…” the stranger hums with delight. “So I’ll give you a hint, sweet girl. I’m inside the house.” 

You squealed at those last words and bolted for the back door of the kitchen, fumbling with the door handle to leave before a firm, athletic body suddenly pressed up against your back, pinning you to the door.

“H-Hey!” 

You tried swiping the kitchen knife back to stab at your oppressor, but it was no use. A strong hand grips your wrist and you soon find out that your mysterious phone killer was no ordinary killer, as she was very strong.

“That’s enough of that.” The familiar voice purrs into your ear, that seductive, gravelly voice causing you to freeze as she quickly pins your arms above your head and wrestles the knife out of your hand.

“Stop! Let me go!” You screamed and tried squirming out of their grip, but was met with their body pressing further against your behind. The curves of a feminine figure pinning you to the door, while you slowly started to feel the pressure of an oncoming panic attack in your throat.

“Shhh…shhh, no crying…” the mysterious killer hums with delight, a plastic ghost-face mask pressing up against your shoulder and making you wince with fear. “Please…please don’t kill me…” you began trembling under their grasp, too paralyzed with fear to move. “I don’t wanna die…I’m sorry…I just wanted to stay home…”

“Shhhhh…No need for tears…” her voice mumbled huskily, the smell of blood and iron filling your nose as they waved their blood-stained knife near your face. “Unless, you want me to clean them up for you?”

“No…please…” you squeezed your eyes shut, too scared to open them as you prepared your final moments.

“…Awww, okay.” You suddenly feel a slight decrease in pressure as the hand of the killer moves up to remove the mask. “What about now?”

It took several seconds of heavy breathing and whimpers to find the courage, but eventually you timidly opened your eyes before landing on a way too familiar face. 

“Sh-Shinobu…?”

“Hey doll.” 

She smirked nonchalantly at you and winked. Shinobu was a classmate of yours, your campus crush if you had to be honest. She always sat in the back of lectures, yet whenever you two would accidentally meet eyes, she would always wink and lick her lips seductively, always causing your heart to flutter.

“I…I don’t understand.” You say in a shaky voice, unsure of your conflicting feelings. 

“Mmm, well you don’t need to.” Shinobu purrs. “I’m Ghostface. I’m the one you were talking to over the phone.”

“Th-That was you?!” You exclaimed fearfully.

“Mhm…honestly, I was a bit upset you didn’t realize it was me all along,” she chuckles. “I thought you’d recognize my raspy and seductive voice, hmm?”

Despite how much fear you had, you couldn’t help but grow slightly aroused with the way she was whispering into your ear. Even if your crush was revealed to be an insane, masked serial killer, you couldn’t deny the heat pouring through your veins the more she spoke sweet nothings like the regular. 

“…I can’t…I can’t believe…” you were so distraught you couldn’t find the words. 

“Awe…that’s okay, sweet thing.” Shinobu whispers in a hot and heavy tone. 

“Allow me to help you believe.”

She gently presses a small kiss to your earlobe and slides her long tongue out to lick the shell of it. The warm muscle causes you to flinch for a moment, before a pool of arousal starts warming at your lower regions. 

‘God…what am I doing?!’ Your mind screamed with instinct, body trembling with fearousal as Shinobu continued to lick and suck your ear before traveling her hands around your body. 

“Honestly, I had hoped to see you at the party tonight, but this is much better…” She purrs before catching you by the waist and squeezing a gloved hand over your thigh. “I get to have you all to myself in this giant house of yours…”

She presses another kiss to your cheek and catches the small whimper that leaves your throat. 

“Awe, I knew you would be enjoying this…” Shinobu chuckles with delight. “Naughty, naughty girl…”

“Oh, shut up…!” You winced when she suddenly grabbed your waist and spun you around, your face now facing hers as she leans in to press a dominating kiss against your lips. 

“Tch, no respect at all.” She growls before sliding her warm tongue into your mouth. She notes the way your legs close as you instinctively grip her shoulders for support, loving the way you latched onto her as she French-kissed you against the door of your kitchen. ‘She could deny it all she wants, but she knows she’s all mine…’

After a few brief moments of kissing, Shinobu lets you breathe for a moment before wrapping her arms around your waist. 

“C’mon, it’ll be easier on the kitchen counter.”

“Wh-Wha— AH!”

Despite how small and thin she looked, Shinobu hoisted you up with ease and you had no choice but to wrap your legs around her. For such a petite woman, she was very strong, and she lifted you up on the counter to get you at the preferred height she wanted. 

“There we go…” She licked her lips at the sight and you felt another pulse of heat dive down at your core. “Any objections before we continue?”

That voice. That damned sexy voice. You were practically wet just hearing her voice in person, growing aroused ever since she was flirting with you over the phone. You wanted to curse yourself for getting so turned on, but at this point you just wanted to be fucked. 

Even if it meant getting eaten out by a ghost-face wearing serial killer.

“Just…hurry up…” you groaned, already angry with yourself for getting so worked up. 

“Tch, is that how you ask for things, princess?” Shinobu scoffs with fake annoyance. “I thought you knew better…”

With that, she suddenly yanks your pajama pants off and the action has you squealing with surprise. Your legs are immediately exposed to the cold, open air, and Shinobu makes it a quick move to push your thighs apart with her hands. “Ugh…fuck…” you hear her grumble under her breath, her cheeks growing red as she stares at your underwear in such a perfect view. “Cotton? Interesting, I thought you’d be a lace kinda girl.”

“I was staying at home.” You gritted through your teeth. “Who wears fancy lace panties when staying home alone?”

“Fair point.” Shinobu chuckles, giving you another kiss before moving her fingers down into the band of your underwear. Feeling two calloused fingers rubbing at your clit was not what you’d be expecting spending a Friday night all alone, yet you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it as Shinobu was a master at rubbing her fingers around your folds till they were soaking wet with precum.

“O-Oh…god…” you whimpered out breathlessly, Shinobu pressing you further into the counter as she began pistoning her fingers at a steady pace to get you ready. “You always seemed to like staring at my tongue,” She purred in a gravelly tone, “I don’t blame ya, it’s pretty long if I do say so myself…”

As if to make a point, she playfully sticks out her tongue and your face just flushes at the sight. It looked so inhumanly long, yet your body couldn’t help but crave for it to be deep inside you, tasting you like you were its last meal ready to be devoured. 

You knew you weren’t the only one thinking this either. Shinobu was thinking of all the ways she could taste you, stuffing her tongue as deep as it would go and savoring the sweet essence that drips down your thigh with each sharp piston of her fingers. She was practically drooling, eyes locked on the feeling of how wet you were before finally pulling her hands away to taste.

“Mm…seems wet enough already…”

She sticks the two fingers into her mouth to suck and instantly groans at the sensation. Her long tongue slowly licked up the juices coating her fingers, before letting go with a wet ‘pop!’ Having throughout enjoyed herself with the tiny sample you offered her.

“Absolutely sensational…” she mumbles into your ear. “Allow me to have the full course?” 

She doesn’t wait for you to respond before taking the sharp end of her knife and slicing your panties off in one, professional swipe. “H-Hah!” You flinched when she did it so quickly and started breathing heavily out of shock, mildly amusing Shinobu with your reaction. 

“Pfft. Relax, sweetheart.” Shinobu purrs with nonchalance. “I’m a professional, you trust professionals, right?”

She peels off the remaining tatters of your underwear and smirks at the sight of your bare, exposed pussy glimmering under your kitchen light. Shinobu could hardly contain herself as she instantly crouched down on her knees to kiss your clit, sending jolts of nerves to your stomach, and making you squirm with delight.

“Ohh, the princess likes that, doesn’t she?” She chuckles in a mocking way, using her two front teeth to gently nibble on the clit and force a burst of ecstasy from the way she was teasing you. 

“Ah—! Shinobu…” your hands reached down to tug at her green hair. 

“Ah ah ah…” she gives a slow, sensual lick up your folds and you wince when you feel the tip of her tongue flick at your clit. “No hair pulling, sweet girl…”

She continues running her tongue up and down your cunt before slowly pushing the tip of it deeper into your twitching hole. You let out a gasp as she began eating you out excitedly, sliding her long, lithe tongue in and out of you before beginning to thrust lightly with the muscle. 

You didn’t expect her to be so good. Shinobu’s tongue play unlike any other girl you’ve been with as her tongue was just so fucking long. Long, flexible, and hot as it pumps against your walls like a starved man finally drinking some water for the very first time. 

‘Fucking hell…she tastes so good…�� Was all Shinobu could think as she slowly became pussy drunk off the taste of you alone. Too busy thinking about how many times she could get you to cum on her face, before you passed out out of exhaustion. 

“Shinobu I can’t— nngh…” you wrapped your legs around her head and pushed her even closer, trembling from the stimulation as the rough texture of her tongue continued to thrust into your walls. Things were starting to take it up a notch, as Shinobu suddenly gripped your thighs tightly before speeding up her movements to feel even more. 

The moans you let out were music to her ears, eyes squeezed shut as she continued sliding the warm muscle at a speed you didn’t even think was possible. (It was, Shinobu was just really, really good) The increase in pressure had you whimpering the more she thrusted, and pretty soon, you were starting to feel a coiling sensation occur the faster she moved her tongue. 

“Hnnn…Shinobu…” you whimpered out pathetically, thighs twitching for your release as you gripped her hair even tighter. “You should pull away, it feels too t-tight…”

“Mm? That’s perfect then…” she groaned in an almost predatory way. “Just go ahead and scream for me…!

And scream you did, as you threw your head back and climaxed all over Shinobu’s face who licked up all the cum that leaked out. You were too much of a panting mess to notice the way she cleaned your thighs and cunt with her tongue, but the sensitivity of being “cleaned up” after such an intense round had your vision clouding over with adrenaline crash and exhaustion. 

“Oh…my princess tastes so good…” Shinobu groans, standing up to kiss you so that you could taste your cum on her lips. “Exhausted already? Well, I suppose it is pretty late…” 

She chuckles darkly at the way your eyes droop over like a sleepy puppy, gently scooping you up into your arms to carry you up to your bedroom.

“Bedtime for my baby…” She hums in that raspy voice of hers, climbing up the steps before kissing the temple of your forehead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to make you scream louder once you wake up.”

[elainak03]

Broken (pt. 3)

TW: assault, trauma

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

“hey there, pretty girl”, joe said to you as soon as you answered the skype. he’s been gone 5 weeks at this point. it’s honestly sucked being away from him this long. y’all’s friendship was really solid. he was opening up more about what’s been haunting him. he was only able to skype once a week, but hey, you’ll take that over nothing. you blushed hearing him call you that name. it’s something you noticed he started calling you a couple weeks ago, you didn’t put much thought into it.

“hey, how are you today”, you said back, smiling warmly. “i’m good, you know, could be better if i was home but hey, what can you do” he said jokingly. you giggled, “i know, im sorry. i miss you, i have a lot of paintings to show you when you get home”, you said, with a warm smile. he grinned from ear to ear, “i can’t wait to see them. i miss you too. i got some news though” he said. “oh? and what’s that”, you said, curiosity surging through you. “i’m coming home tomorrow” he said, with such a sweet expression. you tried to hide the excitement, even though you knew your cheeks flushing gave you away. “oh my goodness!! yay! i’m so excited to see you.” you said to him, eyes crinkling with excitement. he laughed subtly, “hey i gotta go cause we’re packing up, but i will see you tomorrow, pretty girl”, he said to you before ending the call.

~~~~~time jump to the next day~~~~~

it was about 12pm in the afternoon, when you heard your phone ding. you were chilling around your house waiting to hear from joe, and what do you know, it was him that texted you.

joe: hey i’m back, wanna catch a dinner and a movie later? that new bar & grill downtown. i’ll pick you up.

(y/n): hey! i’m so happy you’re back. of course, 5pm sound good?

joe: 5 sounds good to me, see you later, pretty girl

you say your phone down, cheeks flushing. you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have feelings for joe. even though he was gone for 5 weeks, y’all grew closer. having personal conversations that make a bond grow stronger. he became your rock, when you would have your nightmares, you would wake up and immediately think about him. when you did, it instantly calms you down. joe opened up more to you. told you everything that has been bothering him all these years. he told you he was so happy to have you in his life, he finally felt safe with someone to talk to about his demons. after a brief nap, you went and got ready. you decided on an oversized sweater, leggings, and some chucks. you wanted to be comfy for the movies. it was 4:30pm, when you heard a knock on the door. you quickly grabbed your keys, phone, and wallet and headed for the door. “coming!”, you shouted, tripping slightly trying to hurry. you took one last deep breath before opening the door. you opened it to seeing joe smiling at you. you both stood there for a moment, before he engulfed you in a hug. “i missed you”, he said, hugging you tightly. you squeezed him back, “i missed you too, bear” you said, letting each other go. “you ready? i’m starving”, he said to you, motioning to his truck. “yes, i am starving”, you said back, following him to his truck. he opened the passenger door for you, and you hopped in, buckled up, excited for tonight.

you and joe finally made it to the restaurant after a few minutes. got seated and eventually ordered y’all’s food. “what movie were you thinking about watching?” he asked you, curiously. “hmm let me look on my phone and see what they’re showing….omg i found the perfect one”, you said giggling, a bit of mischievousness in your tone. “but you have to wait till we get there”, you said to him, a smirk wide on your face. he gave you a curious smirk, “alrighty, we’ll see” he said. y’all’s food finally arrived, after enjoying that and laughter consuming the conversations, joe paid for y’all’s food. he helped you out of the booth, y’all’s hands touching for a moment, electricity buzzing through your body. you blushed hoping he didn’t notice. y’all headed for his truck, and then onto the movie theater.

after arriving, you both hurried inside to get out of the cold air. “you pick whatever candy or popcorn you want”, joe said to you, with a wink and a smirk. “i just want some skittles”, you said looking at him sweetly. he told the worker a pack of skittles, and a drink. joe looked at you, “and what movie did you pick?”, he said, questioning. “two tickets to ‘anyone but you’, please”, you said with a big grin to the worker. you could just hear joes groan. “what’s wrong bear? not a big fan of rom-coms?”, you said, laughing. he just laughed and said, “come on, let’s go watch your silly movie”. yall eventually found your seats and the movie began. you’ve been wanting to watch this movie for weeks and were so happy to drag joe to it. you were so deeply entranced with the movie, you didn’t realize joe was looking at you, smiling. you didn’t know it yet, but he was getting feelings for you too. bad. you could ask him to do anything, and he would do it. eventually the movie was over, and you both got into the truck. it was about a 15 minute drive to your house. after some quite chit chat, you both were listening to music, and you fell asleep. car rides always put you to sleep, it never failed. joe noticed you balled up, cold. he reached into his back seat and grabbed one of his hoodies. draping it over you. he was just about to your house when he noticed your breath quickening. getting louder. he looked over to you, worried. he saw your brow scrunching, you started panicking in your sleep. he finally pulled up to your house, when you started crying, begging for someone to stop. he put the truck in park, “ (y/n)?? (y/n) wake up please, you’re safe. pretty girl, you’re safe, you’re with me.” he said, shaking you, panic setting in. you woke up, your breath spiking up, grasping for another. you grabbed the hoodie you didn’t realize was on you, for dear life. you looked around and saw joe, your heartbeat started slowing down, but then it hit you. you just had a nightmare right in front of joe. something you hadn’t told him about. he grabbed your face with both of his hands, “hey, shh, it’s okay. i got you”, his blue eyes connecting with your (e/c) one’s. after a moment you were finally calm, but you were choking on your words. “what was that? i mean if you don’t have me asking. you were asking someone to stop” he said, worry evident in his voice. you were stuttering, trying to find the right words. after taking a deep breath you looked at him, “do you wanna come inside? we can sit down and i can explain”, you said, worried. joe would be the first person you ever told. after a moment you both headed inside.

you showed joe the couch, and then you headed to the kitchen to brew some tea. after awhile, you headed back into the living room and handed him a cup. you held yours, staring at it for a moment. when you looked up at joe, he was looking at you worried, but there was also a caring look. you took a deep breath for a moment, “two years ago i was attacked. i was leaving an art function, when someone grabbed me and shoved me into an alley. he had touched me so disgustingly all over my body. hitting me, kicking me, if it wasn’t for the little strength i had left, yelling for help, i don’t think he would’ve stopped. someone heard me, thank god, and the guy ran off.” you said, not realizing you said it without skipping a beat. you looked at joe, he was looking at the ground, so many emotions were on his face. anger, worry, sadness, rage. “did the cops ever catch him?” he said, looking at you with a completely different look. “no they didn’t…and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you about this. i haven’t talked to anyone about this..”, you said, shame almost in your tone. joe grabbed you, engulfing you in his big arms, “you don’t have a thing to be sorry for, and don’t ever think you do. i am so sorry some low-life filth hurt you”, he said, laying his head on top of yours, and then proceeding to kiss the side of your head. that’s when you came crashing down. you held onto joe tighter, tears soaking your face, and his shirt. joe rubbed your back lovingly, letting you let all of this out, he knew you needed this.

after awhile, joe noticed you calmed down. your breathing slowed. he looked down at you, asleep, and at peace. he didn’t have it in his heart to wake you up. he quietly kicked off his shoes. grabbing a blanket off the back of your couch, while still holding onto you. he carefully laid back, putting his feet on the footstool in-front of him. you laid on his chest, peacefully. he put the blanket on you both, after watching you for 30 minutes to make sure you weren’t having another nightmare, he put his hat over his face, arm wrapped protectively over you, and eventually fell asleep.

[jennas-stuffs]

our little secret: mission impossible

TW: unprotected sex, piv, fingering, hickey-making, nipple-sucking, brief head (fem receiving), fluff, fem reader.

authors note: this is my first time writing smut so i’m definitely open to tips and constructive criticism 😭

i can’t believe i’m saying this but im actually excited about a college class this year. i’ve always loved criminology, i watched basically every tv series there is containing it growing up. so it’s safe to say i didn’t hate the actual subject my last three years, i just hated the professor. ok sure i doze off every now and then but i know my stuff. it’s just that, he doesn’t believe i do. just because he’s some super genius only a year older than me and already teaching people doesn’t mean that he gets to be the only smart one. enough about him because my complaints have finally been heard and the administration finally finally let me switch classes. i can finally be rid of him. i walk into class with my head up high only to find my posture slump down and my smile fade into a frown.

“hello again y/n, you didn’t think you would get rid of me that easily huh?”

what the actual fuck. what the fuck happened.

“i thought i was switching classes.” i say with my jaw shut tight

“i promised the admins that they wouldn’t have to do all that because i would make it work. also it doesn’t look too good for me when one of my students transfers out my class because we were having ‘altercations.’

the sound of every word out of his mouth is almost identical to the sound of nails on a chalkboard. i nod so he can shut up and angrily stomp to a seat. out of spite, i nap my way through his class and to my surprise i wake up to the sound of the bell signaling my next class. i wake up confused, “why didn’t he wake me up? he always does, he loves disturbing my beauty sleep.” i shake it off and pick up the class paperwork i’ll have to make up along with my homework. a week passes by with undisturbed sleep, this is just getting weird. maybe this is what he meant by making it work. if it is, i’ll have to stay i expected more from him. hes so professional and strict, as would anyone expect coming from an ex-fbi agent. i mean this guy literally saw people die in front of him, and didn’t one of the serial killers set him up to be put in jail? what does he think he’s doing letting me sleep in his class? i should confront him. if he wants me in his class, he’s gonna have to earn it. he thought he could have the easy way out with me, oh no no no. i make a plan to set an appointment with him at the end of the day.

his office is neat and organized like i expected. too bad his freakishly tidy desk is gonna get a glimpse of this sleep deprived, angsty, college student.

we sit down and he quickly releases an exhale.

“so i’m assuming this meeting is about our non-existent altercations, because your grades are great, y/n. i haven’t started a feud just yet so what’s going on?”

i stand up rapidly, pushing my seat backwards. i slam my hand on his desk, leaving a mark on his papers, not like i care though.

“good job figuring that one out professor genius. so listen up. if you think just letting me sleep thorough your class is gonna prevent me from complaining to the admins again, think again. you probably think this is the easy way out so you don’t have to actually work it out with me well guess what. that’s extremely unprofessional. and in all honesty i expected more from you. im disappointed, professor reid. i guess your retired days from the fbi really tore you down huh? you don’t have that same spark in you- you”

“i know about your nightmares y/n.”

…

“what?”

“i’m retired from the fbi, correct. from the behavioral analysis unit. i can still profile people you know. from what i’ve noticed, you barley get any sleep and run on coffee. the work you miss in class you use as an excuse to stay up late at night to procrastinate on the sleep you know will wake you up in cold sweat the next morning. the only good sleep you seem to get, is the one in my class. see, i used to mind the fact that you were just sleeping though my lectures but it’s never interfered with your grade. so, i figured since it’s your last year of college and all i would allow my period to be your nap time.”

…

i sit down shamefully and shrink in my seat. i’m so embarrassed. he was just trying to help me and i snapped at him. i feel like an idiot.

“im so sorry. and thank you. thank you so much.”

one more word and i’ll burst out crying. i quickly pick up my bag and head for the door. but my wrist is grabbed by a warm hand.

“wait, y/n?”

i turn around to meet his eyes and pray he doesn’t notice the extra liquid in them.

i clear my throat, “yes professor reid?”

my wrist hasn’t been released yet.

“are you getting help for the- you know.”

“um i used to when i was little and it helped and they went away, but it came back.”

“when?”

“since i started college.”

“can you sit back down please, i just want to talk.”

here he is being so helpful and i’ve been hating him this whole time. when he wasn’t worried for my grades, he was worried for my sleep, and when he isn’t worried for my sleep, he’s worried for my mental health. i feel like such a petty bitch.

my wrist is released and we sit down.

we talk for hours and hours and he tells me stories of when he was an agent. i’ve never laughed so much in my life. we trade in our top worst and best moments in our lives when he realizes…

“wait so, sorry, if this is crossing a line and feel free to not answer but you’ve had boyfriends. but you’ve never had sex?”

“yeahh that’s accurate. it’s just everytime i think about someone seeing me naked i just get tense, like, just the thought of it makes me squirm.”

“so you have body image issues?”

“woww way to be slick with that one profiler, but sure, i guess.”

he laughs. and this laugh was different from all the other ones because it was this laugh i realized i don’t hate his voice anymore. it actually sounds, nice.

“so you’re telling me you’ve tried everything, all your therapists have given you medication and nothing really stuck?”

“i’m a lost cause doc.”

“don’t say that.”

…

“you know you haven’t tried everything.”

“sex makes me barf. no way.”

“hey a pretty girl like you can easily find some college guy to mess around with. don’t be so closed minded y/n.”

“mhm because you’ve had so much experience.”

his face goes pink.

“how did you know?”

“what? no i was kidding. wait. you’ve never had sex either? YOU HYPOCRITE!”

“it’s much easier said than done.”

“hey, a handsome guy like yourself can easily find some girl to mess around with. don’t be so closed minded professor.”

“spencer”

“what?”

“in my office, you can call me spencer”

“okay, spencer, how about we make a deal.”

“what kind of deal?” he says with a raised eyebrow

“the first to have sex is the better person because they are not a hypocrite.”

“that sounds like mission impossible but. ok. fine. deal.”

“REALLY? i was just joking but OKAY DEAL.”

we shake hands and i go back to my dorm and sleep. i slept, better, that night.

we check in with each other everyday to see if the other person won yet.

“has mission impossible been completed professor?”

“nope. what about you y/n?”

“nope.”

that’s not all we did, though. we went out to cafes to talk about life and how us virgins are channeling that sex energy into some other thing. seeing professor reid, i mean spencer, outside of school was weird. all of sudden his eyes were easier to look into. i just couldnt get enough of them. it was like i was drowning in them. don’t get me started on that voice paired with that cute face. i could just snuggle myself up into each word that came out of his mouth. but we had that same check up conversation everyday after class for a whole month until…

“hey y/n?”

“yeah?”

“are you free by the end of the day i wanna talk to you in my office”

“what happened to meeting up at the cafe? wait. did i miss an assignment? i’m so sorry i’ll make it up i swear.”

he smiles and laughs. that beautiful laugh. “no no i just wanna talk in a more private setting. you know how people can eavesdrop in cafes.”

“oh yeah sure i’ll see you then.”

“see you.”

WHY DID I SAY SURE? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME. THAT WHOLE REASON WHY I NEEDED US TO BE IN A CAFE WAS BECAUSE IT WAS PUBLIC. i can’t help myself when i see him. i know it’s wrong because he’s my teacher but he’s just a year older? i’m trying to justify these feelings for him but i can’t. i can’t help it. he’s so nice to me and i don’t deserve it, i just wanna repay him. no,nonononono. i can’t. not in that way. i have a meeting with him and it’s in his office so it’s strictly professional.

…

“hey y/n”

“hi professor”

he raises an eyebrow.

“hi spencerr, ” i say as i roll my eyes.

“ok good so uh.”

he pulls his chair and adjusts mine so that we’re sitting face to face, with no desk in the middle. god, this is gonna be a long meeting for me.

“i think we’re gonna have to switch your class”

“what?! why! we just started getting along don’t ruin it now!”

truthfully, i wouldn’t mind. all this tension i felt would definitely tone down if i didn’t see him so much. but i wanna see him, i love the butterflies he give me. it’s just so annoying i can’t do anything to ‘relieve’ them.

“well we’re just too friendly now, there’s barley any teacher-student boundaries.”

“are you serious. YOU’RE THAT ONE THAT INSISTS I CALL YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME.”

he smiles “it’s not only that”

“you’ve chewed up my heart by making me switch classes, so, spit it out.”

“i think i like you.”

my heart feels like it’s gonna pop out of my chest, my pussy throbes and my stomach get butterflies. i get this overwhelming feeling of kissing him. but i can’t. we can’t. we shouldn’t. i look to the door and i look back at him. i stand up and walk up to the door, and lock it. i close the blinds and look at him.

“i like you too spencer.”

he grabs me by the waist and pins me to the door. we’re half a centimeter away from each others lips. looking at each others eyes and looking back down at each others lips.

“we shouldn’t.”

he nods, “we shouldn’t”

we slam each others lips against each other, making me let out the dirtiest of moans. he looks down on me and watches me unfold underneath him.

“you’re just a hot mess for me hm?”

i whimper and notice the throbbing feeling in my pussy intensify. it’s a hot steamy make out scene in his pretty little office, and i wonder how badly we can mess it up.

“spencer?” i gasp, barley having enough breath between kisses.

“fuck. say my name again please y/n.”

i moan, “spencer”

“again baby”

i cry out “spencer”

he says in his sweet voice “yes y/n?”

“fuck me.” i say in a whimper

and with those two words he kicks off his shoes and kisses me again. i mirror him taking off his clothes, working is way down, and up. once we’re both completely stripped he takes a second to look me up and down.

“you’re beautiful. all this time you’ve been hiding this?”

he bends his knees in front of me and kisses my breasts. i giggle at the feeling it gives me, similar to a tickle. he is just so sweet it melts me. while making out we move to his desk, where he pushes all his papers to the floor. he lays me down and my skin winces at the coldness of the wood. he’s sucks on my top lip, bottom lip, my jawline, my neck, my collarbone, making his way down to my nipples. i whimper, feeling his tongue go around in circles. i let out a loud moan, almost a scream, and notice the sudden arch my back went into when he starts to suck. he plans to leave every intimate place on my body with a hickey.

“you wanna leave marks on me spencer?”

he nods, making his way to the other nipple.

it’s just the sound of my whining and his sucking in his office, he breaks the silence for a second.

“i wanna show everyone you’re mine.”

then immediately goes back to sucking.

“my neck shows that enough-mm- spencer.”

“spencer… ohh spencer”

“yes y/n”

“feel me.”

that seems to have gotten him to stop sucking and he sticks to fingers up my throbbing pussy. i whimper at the motion.

“so wet, all of this for me?”

“mhm all for you”

he moves his fingers up and down, making me become a moaning, whining, whimpering, ‘hot’, mess again.

“spencer?”

“yes baby”

“i need you inside me.”

he looks down on me and suddenly the innocent light in his eyes disappear, witnessing a dark cloudy haze rolling in, covering his eyes.

“oh yeah?”

too far deep in the storm that is his eyes to speak, i simply nod. plus, that “oh yeah?” left me FOLDED.

he leaves a trail of kisses on my inner thighs, making me squirm. i feel the heat on his breath when he sticks out his tongue and sucks my core. he sits up and holds his dick, moving the the tip up and down against my folds.

“damn it spencer,” sounding like a whining brat, “stick it in already.”

he slams it in, thrusting forcefully, but slowly.

“faster.”

“yes baby”

i moan, grabbing his hair for support while my back arches even more, begging for more.

he speeds up, faster and faster, filling the office with the sound of unholy clicking, and not the type of clicking that comes from a clock. wet clicking.

i keep moaning his name…

“spencer, spencer, spencer?, oh fuck spencer, yes, please, fuck, fuck, spencer, i’m gonna cum im gonna cum, spencer.”

my head jolts back as he rails me through my orgasm.

…

now we’re laying on top of each other on his, now, filthy desk, covered in our cum and sweat. as we catch our breath i say unconsciously out loud,

“oh shit.”

i feel his laugh vibrating from his chest to mine.

“no, spencer, this is bad.”

“why?”

i sit up now realizing the mistake i made. he mirrors my action with a concerned expression.

“isn’t there some kind of rule in the university’s handbook that forbids students from having sexual relations with their teachers? i mean that’s considering that an average professor would be much older than them, usually it would be illegal anyways. do you think they would make some sort of exception? wait, do you think we’d have to tell them? will i get suspended? will you loose your job? oh my god, ok. so what if… what?”

he keeps staring at me rambling with a goofy smile plastered on his face that’s suppressing a laugh.

“whattt?”

“you know no one has to know about this, right?”

“but what if someone finds out?”

“y/n, what time did i have you come meet me in this office?”

“7pm”

“mhm.”

my eyes widen at the realization.

“ok so you made me come over when you knew the office would be closed just so you could confess your feelings to me, in your office, when the building was closed and everyone went back home?”

“yeah.”

“you know you could’ve just invited me over to your place. you didn’t have to make it so complicated.”

“well our situation is complicated, and if we want to continue to explore this ‘situation,’ we’re gonna have to be sneaky.”

i feel my face heating up.

“soo your likee my secret loverrrr”

he cracks a smile.

“i guess this’ll be our little secret.”

…

after we get back in our clothes and walk out together to our cars, he turns to me and says,

“hey y/n, have you completed mission impossible?”

“yup, what about you?”

“yeah, same.”

😱😱😱 THE END 😱😱😱

[lives-in-midgard]

Hello, my dear! :) I may also request a Bucky Barnes Imagine where maybe he’s your Ex (breaking up cause of he doesnt want to get you in danger cause of the avengers) but he is lost without you and totally changed in the bad way, but you feel the same.. then one night he wants to leave the Avengers behind but Steves get you there and you convince him to stay while hes already on his bike.. then you talk, decide to give your love another chance and end up cuddling or more (in case you're comfortable with smut, if not then it's fine as well) THAAANK YOU DOLL ❤️

I Still Love you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Four months have passed since your breakup with Bucky when you suddenly get a call from Steve.

Word Count: 1580

A/N: Thank you so much honey for sending in that request! 💞At first I wasn't sure if I can write it but then when I started writing it I couldn't stop because I loved the idea. Because I don't write smut I ended it with cuddles, which I thought was also a good ending. I really hope you and everyone else like how this turned out!

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It’s been four months since Bucky broke up with you. You can remember it all too well when he stood in your doorway and said he is breaking up with you. You were so happy on that day when he texted you that he will come over. You prepared everything for a movie night and for dinner you even bought a vinyl with music from the 40s as a surprise for him. But when he came over that night you never got to do any of the things you were looking forward to.

Four months ago:

You just placed the new vinyl you got as a surprise beside the record player when you heard a knock on your apartment door. You were so excited to see Bucky especially because it’s been a few days since you had last seen him. You walked to the door with a big smile on your face but when you opened the door you immediately knew that something was wrong. Bucky didn’t smile like he always did, he didn’t even greet you with a soft kiss.

“Hey, doll.” He said and tried to give you a smile.

“Hey, what’s wrong Buck?” You asked and tried to reach for his hand, but he pulled it away and shook his head.

“Buck, what?” Now you were confused.

“Did something happen?” You asked and you saw a sad look in his eyes. Bucky looked like he didn’t sleep since a few days. Did he have nightmares again, was the first thought that crossed your mind. Bucky looked at the ground and you gave him the time he needed to sort his thoughts. Even though you were freaking out inside. When he looked into your eyes, he looked so sad and hurt. You have never seen him like this before.

“We need to break up, doll.” He finally said what was bothering him and you couldn’t believe what he just said.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, doll you didn’t but it’s for the best.” Bucky said without hesitation.

“Bucky please don’t do this I love you. You know this right?” You said and a tear escaped your eyes.

“I know doll and I love you too but-.” Bucky wanted to say more but you interrupted him.

“Then don’t break up whatever happend we can get through this together.” You hoped he would stay and tell you what happened, but he insisted he wanted to break up.

“I’m going to leave now and please don’t come to the compound or try to call me okay.” Bucky said and made a few steps to the door. His metal hand rested on the doorknob, he took a deep breath and then opened the door. Before he walked out you reached for his hand.

“Why?” Was everything you could say.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Bucky said without looking at you, walked out the door and closed it behind him.

“But you just hurt me!” You screamed as tears streamed down your face. You locked the door and sat down on the floor with your back to the door. It felt like sitting there and crying for hours. At some point you had the courage to get up and when you saw everything you had prepared, you quickly put everything away and started crying again.

In the next few days and weeks, you were no longer the same as you were with Bucky. You called at work and told them you were sick and stayed in bed all day. You watched your favorite show, but not the one you started to watch with Bucky, that would only make you sadder. After a few days, you decided to go back to work. As you were about to change into some clothes, you saw some of Bucky’s hoodies and other things and put them in a box. You packed everything you could find of him into a box and decided to send it to him. You couldn’t go back to the store and bring the vinyl back, so you just put it on a shelf. You worked more shifts at work and even went to a gym to avoid thinking about Bucky too much. You felt so lonely without Bucky and missed him so much.

Bucky thought it would be the best to break up, but he felt so lost without you. He was so afraid that you would get hurt because he is an Avenger and that some bad guys would try to find you, so he thought it would be the best to break up. But he didn’t think about what it would mean for his and your life. Bucky changed; he didn’t really talk with the other avengers anymore only with Steve. Most nights he would just sit in his bed in his room, hoping that you were safe and well. He became more and more withdrawn from the others and one day Bucky decided that he wanted to go away from the Avengers.

That was also the day you got a call from Steve. You were surprised to see his name on your phone.

“Did something happen to Bucky?” Was the first thing you said when you answered the call.

“Hey, y/n. No, he is okay, but he wants to leave the Avengers. Tonight.” Steve told you and you were shocked to hear that.

“What happened?”

“Bucky changed so much since he broke up with you. He misses you so much y/n.” Steve said, and you couldn’t believe what you had just heard.

“He thinks he shouldn’t be an Avenger and that he is not good enough after everything HYDRA did to him.”

“That’s not true.”

“I know, but he doesn’t know that anymore. When Bucky was with you, he was so happy. He hasn’t been this happy since the 40s. I think you’re the only person who could make him stay. You need to come here.”

“Steve, I still love him.” You confessed.

“I know, that’s why I called you.”

“I’m coming to the compound, please try to make him stay until I’m there.”

“Drive safe.” Steve said before you hung up. While you drove, you didn’t care about the speed limits, you just needed to get to Bucky as quickly as possible. When the compound was to see, you saw Bucky getting on his bike and Steve standing next to him. You opened the door of your car and walked over to Bucky. He turned around when he heard you.

“Doll, what are you doing here?” Hearing that pet name after so long made your heartbeat faster.

“Bucky please don’t go. I…I still love you and I miss you so much.” You walked closer to him and noticed Steve turning around and walking back into the compound.

“Doll, I love you too, but I don’t want you to get hurt for going out with me.” Bucky said and stood up from his bike.

“Oh, Buck. That’s what you are worried about?” You said and he nodded.

“I don’t care that anything could happen to me, and do you want to know why?” You asked and Bucky nodded again.

“Because I know that you will keep me safe no matter what. You and the other Avengers. And maybe you and the others could train me, so I could keep myself safe until you are there to safe me.” You said and placed your hand on his cheek.

“Doll, I …I don’t know what to say.”

“Let’s try it again and give our love another chance.” You said and Bucky smiled a little but was still worried. There was silence between the two of you until Bucky finally decided what to say.

“Okay, doll. Let’s give our love another chance.” When he said that a tear escaped your eyes, he pulled it away with his thumb and pressed a soft kiss to the spot where your tear was.

“But later we have to talk about why you wanted to leave the Avengers, okay?” Bucky nodded and you took his hand.

“But for now, let’s go in first, before one of us catches a cold.”

“You’re talking about yourself, right?” Bucky asked with a chuckle.

“I’m the only one who can catch a cold here or has something changed Mr. Super Soldier?” You joked and Bucky chuckled. This is what you missed. Hearing Bucky laugh and seeing his beautiful smile. You and Bucky walked inside holding hands. You went straight to his room, and he opened the door for you. After opening the door, he turned around and looked at you. You smiled at him, and he finally kissed you. After you pulled away, you both smiled at each other.

“Can we cuddle?” Bucky asked and you nodded with a big smile on your face. You went to bed and laid down. When you felt Bucky’s arm wrap around you, you finally felt like you weren’t alone anymore.

“I missed you so much, doll.” Bucky said and pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“I missed you too.” You smiled and were so happy to have Bucky back. You decided to have a talk with him later about why he wanted to leave the Avengers. And that you want to do everything you had planned the day he broke up with you. You want Bucky to feel loved and be there for him when he feels like he doesn’t belong here.

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[jinx-s-things]

She loves you Pt.2

Warnings: violence, Blood, manipulation, gaslighting

This was loosely based on misery, pt.1 is here

You looked at her in total disbelief, so many emotions and thoughts ran through your head. “W-why?” You stuttered, you could hear Amber chuckling silently. It made your stomach drop she leans in to caresses your face, Her hands felt as cold as ice.

You completely froze not knowing what to do. She was looking straight at you not once blinking, you were looking around the cold and colourless room. You look back “Tell me why I’m here now!” Amber sighed, “I brought you here because I need you, The first time I ever met you I knew that you were mine. So I had this plan where I hid that letter in your bag and it worked” she laughs moving away from you.

“You’re Fucking insane! I thought we were friends… oh my god this is so fucked up.”

All you could do was cry, you hoped it was all just a nightmare and you would wake up soon. Amber could never do this she was your best friend since like forever.

“How long have you have you had this plan?” You ask. She walks back over to you holding something behind her back.

“About a few months ago, I have followed you home everyday and you never even noticed” she smiled. You got a chill down your spine.

_

It’s been a few weeks and you’re still locked in this room But after a while Amber started letting you leave the room. You haven’t any alone time to think about what’s happened, Amber’s been with you constantly even as far as to sleep in the same room. She keeps you on high alert you never know what mood she’s going to be in.

Some days she praises you with compliments and gifts like she’s trying to win you over but then the next full of rage calling you all the names.

It’s been awhile since you thought of days and the time. Heck it could even be a different year by now. Just lying on the bed looking at the ceiling u hear a crash, you got scared it’s one of Ambers rage days. As Amber burst through the door “this is taking too long” just as she’s saying that you notice a hammer in her hand. You try to move but stumbled, The next minute you feel the worst pain in your arm then the next arm, you hear a crack. The pain is so bad, you pass out.

Not sure how long you’ve been out for when you woke, you were hazy and then it all came flooding back including the pain. Focusing your eyes you force yourself to look down, what a mess. You see both arms plaster cast in slings, on one you notice there’s something carved. You try to focus but your still a bit woozy, you see a heart has Been carved in with a message next to it you move your head slightly to see it said ‘love you always Amber xxx.’

“Ah you’re awake finally” Amber burst through the door with some pain medication. You’re a bit weary but you’re so desperate for pain relief. She gives you the pain meds.

“Why the hell did you do that!” You scream,

Amber chuckles and calmly leans in. “I did it for us baby” you couldn’t help but get lost in her deep brown eyes.I have a surprise for you. She presented you with a heart shaped velvet box, She slowly opens it to reveal a beautiful necklace with half of a human looking heart pendant. You notice Amber is wearing the other half

“Look they have our blood inside them, now a piece of me will always be with you.”

It’s been 4 weeks of Amber doing everything for you as your arms regain their strength. As the weeks go on you start to feel a deep devotion. Amber has been planning this thing you don’t know anything about but she said she’ll tell you when she’s finished. You were quite nervous for what she could she be planning still you trust Amber.

As you were stretching your arms, Amber came in looking excited. “It’s nearly time, your arms are getting strong.”

“Please give me a clue” you say

“Stop asking I’ll tell you when I finish the masks” masks? You say to yourself. You feel your eyes begin to droop and slowly fall asleep.

When you awake Amber’s in the room with almost giddy with excitement. “I finally worked out my plan” she announced you were a bit disoriented but you were eager to know what the plan was. “I’ll get you some breakfast first” Amber walks out the room but she came within minutes. She let you enjoy your breakfast. Then she began to explain, once she was done you stared in shock. She handed you the mask, slowly you took it and looked back up at her.

“You in?” She said then smirked you thought for a moment and replied. “Yes”

[keyboardsmashess]

The Siren, or The Heart of the Matter

Chapter Three: The Hospital Room, or Give My Best to Ovid

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings: language, eventual smut (but not in this chapter), fluff, eventual canon-typical violence (but not in this chapter) MINORS DNI. A/N: Okay, okay, I'm way too excited about this story so I'm posting the first three chapters (which I will probably regret later when I contract writer's block and wish I had more of a backlog - oh well, that's for future me to worry about). Expect Chapter 4 sometime next week! Every comment and reblog give an angel their wings (probably)

Summary: Cleo is taken... somewhere by the World's Mightiest Heroes. What will they discover?

Chapter Directory

I’m dreaming - I have to be. Why else would I be swimming through the ocean? The last thing I remember was trying not to hurl on Captain America’s pristine loafers before everything went dark; that feels pretty unrealistic to me. Besides, last time I checked I can’t breathe underwater. 

I decide I don’t really care that I’m dreaming, instead feeling grateful that at least my subconscious has transformed whatever nightmare I was having into something much more enjoyable. I do some flips underwater, pet a dolphin, wave to a sea turtle. I’m getting ready to see if I can pop out of the water and do that rad hair flip thing from The Little Mermaid (and why wouldn’t I? It’s my dream, after all) when I see a speck of shining light in the distance. I decide that cosplaying Ariel can wait and kick my legs with dream-enhanced grace to get closer. 

As I approach, the speck grows, spreading to cover my entire field of vision. It’s getting brighter now, so bright I can hardly stand it. I throw a hand up over my eyes and squeeze them shut, it’s absolutely blinding, and then -

My eyes blink open drowsily, and I have to fight not to close them immediately against the pristine whiteness of the room. If it even is a room. Maybe I’m still dreaming.

A man clears his voice in the corner, drawing my attention immediately. So, definitely still dreaming then. I feel the faintest vestiges of anger, like I’m supposed to be mad at this guy, but I just can’t convince the feeling to stick around. I’m floaty and happy and honestly, if he’s going to invade my dream, we may as well have a good time.

“What’re you doing in my dream, Grumpy?” Is that his name? I can’t remember. My voice comes out slurred. It’s probably very difficult to talk in dreams.

His eyebrows shoot up, surprise taking over the expressionless mask for the briefest moment before he schools his face. It’s much easier to see now that his hair is pulled back in a bun.

“I’m here because I drew the short straw. And you’re not dreaming, much as I’m sure you’ll wish you were.” His voice is low, gravely - like he rarely has the chance to use it. 

I try to sit up then, to get closer or get my bearings or just to move my body, but I find my arms strapped down to the table with cool silvery restraints. I panic, trying to kick my legs only to find that they’re in the same condition. Not dreaming, and very very fucked.

Whatever sleep or drug-induced haze I’ve been enjoying up until now wears off, shoved out of my system by my old pal adrenaline, and I whip my head around, taking in my surroundings with a little more clarity and a lot more panic.

White tiles and beeping machines say hospital room, but the mirrored wall that is so obviously one-way screams law enforcement. I examine my arms, finding an IV in the crook of my left elbow. I look down and realize I’m wearing a hospital gown. Fuck. 

FUCK. 

My breathing is a roller coaster, an out-of-control-train, moving rapidly out of my grasp and into hyperventilation territory. The metal clamps around my arms and legs start to feel increasingly uncomfortable, almost burning, and spots appear in my vision.

I try to organize my options, run my mental risk analysis, but everything is getting so damn fuzzy around the edges and I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t. I’m moving through molasses, slowing down considerably, and I can barely remember what I’m supposed to be doing. Confidence? I’m fading again, but I don’t want to - I don’t want to dream, I don’t want to lose control.

“Hey Morpheus,” I whisper. 

His steps are hesitant as he comes closer to my bed, but he surprises me with a chuckle. “No, doll, not the Matrix either.”

“Wrong Morpheus, and don’t call me ‘doll’.” I sigh. “Can you just call your dad and give me the sleep without the dreams this time?”

He’s confused. He doesn’t understand. Oh well, can’t blame a girl for trying. 

“Give my best to Ovid, yeah?” I mumble, and then everything goes dark once more.

******

This time when I come to, it’s to the sound of a hushed but intense conversation. I keep my eyes closed, hoping they can’t tell I’m awake just yet.

“We can’t just keep her here forever, she hasn’t hurt anyone.” That would be Captain America, I think, and I mentally kick myself for not recognizing his voice earlier. I’d only heard it a million times on TV.

“Yet, Capsicle - she hasn’t hurt anyone yet. We still don’t know what she’s capable of.” The tone, the snark - that’ll definitely be Iron Man. Tony Stark. Whichever.

There’s a beat of silence, before a third voice pipes up. “I didn’t know you made a habit of taking prisoners, Stark. Thought I was special.” This voice is familiar, too, but only because it had been weaving through whatever dream I’d just been having. It isn’t one I remember from the news, but my wits are a little more present and process of elimination tells me it’s the Winter Soldier, or whatever he’s going by these days.

Tony Stark chuckles darkly, more threat than humor in it. “Watch it, Barnes, I’m not above -”

A fourth voice - a woman - cuts him off. “Maybe we should just try talking to her. If you weren’t so busy with your catfight, you’d know she’s been awake for a few minutes.”

“Fuck,” I whisper, and the woman laughs faintly.

When I open my eyes, I’m circled by four people I’d previously only seen on TV and in magazines. Well, if you didn’t count the three that had broken into my apartment and apparently kidnapped me. I briefly reconsider my earlier thought that this could all be a dream. Unfortunately, the stinging in my wrists and ankles tells me I am, alas, very much awake. On the plus side, the restraints and IV have disappeared.

“Hi?” I start nervously. What else do you say when you open your eyes to find yourself in some sort of private hospital room surrounded by four superheroes?

“She lives!” Stark says, throwing up his arms. 

Captain America smiles gently at me. “You feeling alright, Miss Blake?”

I wipe some sleep from my eyes and sit up, not missing the way four sets of very trained eyes track my movement carefully. I grab my glasses off the side table and slowly put them on and, to my surprise, only the grumpy one twitches a hand toward his hip.

“Come on, Captain. You kidnapped me and strapped me to a bed - no need to be so formal.”

Stark grins boyishly. “Oh, I like her.”

The woman - Black Widow, I suppose - quirks an eyebrow. “You didn’t like her when she was melting your vibranium restraints.”

“When she was what?” I squeak, looking down at my wrists. Wrists that are, now that she mentions it, wrapped in rings of gauze and hurting pretty badly. 

Stark rolls his eyes. “No need to play coy, sweetheart, we’ve all seen enough to know what’s going on here.”

My brain is static, thoughts on the run. Every ounce of preparedness I’ve gathered is out the window. “What’s going on here…” I whisper, looking at my wrists, my ankles, around the room. I’m not sure if I’m asking a question or just repeating Stark. Finally, my frantic eyes meet the only person who’s been remotely warm to me through this entire endeavor. He returns my look with compassion.

Captain America flicks his eyes to Stark. “I had my suspicions after the way the mission went, but now I’m certain. She has no idea what she is, Tony.”

Did he say ‘what she is?’

Stark huffs. “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before.” He makes his voice higher, mocking. “I melted the vibranium on accident, I didn’t mean to level an apartment building, promise!”

“I don’t sound like that,” I mumble, almost missing the chuckle behind me. Then I freeze. “Wait, who leveled a what now?”

The Winter Soldier speaks up next, completely ignoring my question. “To be fair, Stark, I was the only one present both times, and I could tell she was definitely out of it. She didn’t seem like she was in control of herself.”

Stark levels a glare. “You would know, Manchurian Candidate,” he mutters.

The Black Widow starts to respond, but the Winter Soldier speaks over her. Captain America joins in and I lose all ability to track what’s going on.

I feel myself drifting again, that now-familiar sense of losing consciousness, but I fight it. Hard. I close my eyes and pretend I’m at the front of a lecture hall, the chaos nothing more than a group of freshmen who very much do not want to be sitting in an Intro to Lit class.

“That’s enough,” I say, not shouting but not quiet either. It’s my professor voice, and it never fails to disappoint. This time is no exception, because when I open my eyes I’m greeted by the full attention of four very surprised Avengers.

I keep my gaze stern, fighting to maintain control. Confidence. Don’t let them see you falter. “If someone doesn’t sit the fuck down and explain what the hell is going on here, I’m going to start screaming bloody murder.”

They exchange uncertain looks with one another, but nobody speaks. “Have it your way, then.” I take a deep yoga breath, filling my entire stomach, then open my mouth and let loose the shrillest and loudest scream I can muster. It’s pretty good, if I do say so myself, given that the Winter Soldier is the only one who doesn’t slam his hands over his ears. Every one of them look absolutely shocked.

The Soldier stalks over to my bed and claps a metal hand over my mouth to silence me, which I allow because I very likely don’t have any other choice. A very anxious-looking man in a white coat pokes his head in the door, but he immediately withdraws without saying a word when he sees the expression on Stark’s face. As the door closes, a faint crack spiderwebs up the one-way glass.

Black Widow sighs, giving the Soldier a pointed look. “He’s going to remove his hand and, as long as you keep your mouth shut, we can start over. Got it?” I nod. If his hand wasn’t metal, I’d have bitten it by now, but they don’t need to know that. 

“Good.” She drags a chair over to the side of my bed and sits down, leveling me with an appraising stare. “You want to know what’s going on here?” I nod again. “Well, we do, too. So let’s make a deal. You can ask a question for every answer you give us. And tell the truth - I’ll know if you’re lying.”

I look around the room, thinking. Stark looks downright mutinous, but mostly resigned. Captain America looks interested and, despite my screech, still somewhat gentle. The Winter Soldier is back in his spot by the door looking completely blank, which I’m beginning to understand is his default expression.

“Fine,” I say. 

She nods once. “Let’s start at the beginning.”

[leossmoonn]

In love with ur Mike writings<33 can you write something about spending your first thanksgiving with Mike and Abby?

thank you :D and yes omg i love this idea!

bro this lowk angsty but it has a happy ending lol

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thanksgiving was not something mike really did. he wasn’t really thankful for anything in his life — besides abby, of course. he hated his job, his house, his car, his nightmares. and even though abby and mike butt heads sometimes — all the time — he was thankful he had somebody like her to keep him getting out of bed in the morning and working. he started to feel just a tad better about his life when you came into the picture.

on the holidays, usually mike would take abby out to restaurants to have a meal. granted, abby rarely ate anything, but they both collectively agreed that it was special. but now that you were with mike, things changed.

“do you cook during thanksgiving?” you ask a week before the holiday.

“um, no,” mike shakes his head. “we usually go to like, applebee’s or something.”

“oh, how fancy,” you tease. mike chuckles softly and nods. “it’s a lot less expensive, believe it or not. we rarely go out anyways, so it’s like a little treat for us.”

“i see,” you hum. “would you want to continue your little tradition?”

he shrugs, “i don’t know why we wouldn’t. we have nothing better to do.”

“i could think of something,” you say. he glances at you. “you can come with us, if that’s what you were thinking. you’re always invited out with abby and i.”

you can’t help but smile. god, he’s so cute when he’s clueless. you take his hand and he turns his full attention from the tv to you.

“i was thinking we could have a proper thanksgiving.”

mike’s heart stops. “uh, uhm… no, it’s fine. it would take all day to cook and abby might not even eat anything. that’s so much food and money wasted.”

“don’t you worry about the money. i got it covered,” you take his hand in yours. “and we can cut down the portions. make a small thanksgiving meal and make just enough to have leftovers the next day. i think it would be fun. i can start cooking tonight, even.”

mike sucks in a breath, hesitating to say yes, even though he wants to. he hasn’t had a thanksgiving dinner since before garrett disappeared. it’s so painful for him to think of his last thanksgiving. it’s one of the last happy memories he has with his family. and now you want to do it with him, which was just another issue in itself for mike.

he’s not used to people doing things for him. and when they do, he pushes them away.

albeit, he’s started to get used to accepting favors and help, and it’s all thanks to you. all the dinner dates you’ve gone on, you’ve probably paid in full for half of them, and split the check on the rest. you’ve paid for every sporting event you’ve taken mike to. you’ve bought him clothes he obviously wanted, but kept insisting he didn’t want them because they costed money. he always feels terrible because it should be the other way around, but you’ve always assured him that you don’t mind. you love spoiling him because you truly thinks he deserves it. and he always makes up for it with little things like buying you flowers, gift cards, and sweet treats.

something about spending thanksgiving with you just makes him nervous and uncomfortable. thanksgiving for him reminds him of family and he hasn’t had a family since he was a kid. if he starts to think of you, abby and him as a family, he’s afraid that it’ll disappear just like it has before. but he knows what happened was a decade or so ago. he’s not the same little boy he was. abby’s safe with him and you. he knows he’s safe with you.

“sure,” he nods slowly. “are you sure, mike?” you ask, knowing exactly what’s going through his head. “we really don’t have to. we can go to applebee’s or texas roadhouse or something. i just… i think it would be nice.”

he nods in agreement. “no, i do, too. really. i-i’m excited.” there is truth in his words and you can see it in the twinkle in his eyes.

“great! tell me every dish you like for thanksgiving and what abby might like, and we shop for ingredients tonight!”

the next day went surprisingly well. you showed up at mike’s at the ass crack of dawn, awake and ready to bake and cook all day. you made all of mike’s favorites: green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, ham, and peach pie. you both agreed to make abby some spaghetti and meatballs and cookies as a back up plan.

“do you we want to say what we are all thankful for or dig in?” you ask.

“let’s dig in!” abby exclaims. you chuckle and move to cut her some ham, but mike stops you. “let’s, uh, say what we are thankful for first.”

abby groans, “i’m hungry.” “please, abs. the food won’t disappear,” mike says.

she nods and complies, placing her hands in her lap.

“abby, why don’t you start,” you suggest.

“okay,” she nods. “i’m thankful for um… cartoons, disney princesses, crayons and you! and mike, i guess,” she adds quickly.

mike and you share a laugh.

“i’ll go next,” you say. “i’m thankful for my mom and my grandparents. i’m thankful for the twilight movies and my cat.” you then grab mike and abby’s hands, squeezing them both. “and i’m so thankful for you two. my life feels so fulfilled with you two in it. i really appreciate you guys letting me in and join your family.”

abby grins up at you. “we think you’re awesome, too.” “thank you, abby,” you say, patting her back lovingly.

you then turn to mike who is tapping the table with his free hand. “i am, uh, thankful that i somehow still have a job. i’m thankful that my parents gave me another sibling, whom i love very much.” he gives abby a little smile and she sticks her tongue out, not being able to contain her own smile. mike turns his head to you, eyes scanning your face as he wipes his sweaty hand on his jeans.

“and i’m thankful for you. i know i have a lot of shortcomings and before you deny it, we both know it’s true. you just… for some reason see something in me. and i’m just really glad that you’ve stuck with me and shown me how to be better and do better. you’ve given me hope and make me look forward to waking up every day. i’ve never had something so steady before, so constant. i…i hope that you continue to be that for me, and i hope that in the future i can continue to show how much i appreciate you.”

you sniffle once he’s done and realize you’ve started to cry.

“oh, i-i’m sorry,” mike rushes out. “i didn’t mean to —”

“i love you, honey,” you lean over and peck his cheek.

abby groans and her stomach grumbles. “please stop! the food is getting cold.”

“sorry, abs,” you pat her back. “what would you like to eat? we made some spaghetti, too, if you —”

“i want ham and bread!”

“you got it, babe,” you say. mike helps you cut the ham, giving a piece to everyone. you all dig in and mike realizes how much he missed this, how much he’s wanted this for so long. he places his hand on your thigh, squeezing it. “i love you, too.”

[troydooly]

I have the privilege to mentor some young guys almost every day. This week, one of them found out that his ex-wife had remarried. It might not seem like a big deal to some, but he’s only 25. Another guy I know is 35 and has already been married three times.

While chatting, he looked at me and said, “It’s not like when you were young, Troy.” I reminded him that I got married at 18, separated by 21, and was divorced by 22. Suddenly, a single dad with two boys was thinking, ‘No girl will ever want us!’

I have a couple of young women in my life who feel the same way. One is in her early 30s and divorced, and the other is in her 40s. Both want to find lasting, meaningful love.

Interestingly, they all feel like life isn’t what it used to be. Why is that? What’s really changed?

I think we’re dealing with two major things these days:

1. Comparison: With social media everywhere, we constantly compare ourselves to others based on their perfect online lives. People put on a show, hiding their struggles and insecurities behind this ideal image that looks flawless.

2. Self-indulgence: Instead of taking a hard look at why we’re feeling what we feel, we let algorithms feed us what we want to hear, which just keeps us feeling unsatisfied.

For example, we scroll through our feeds and see all these “happy, successful” images of others, making us crave that same lifestyle. Then we start searching for things we think will create a life like theirs.

Before we know it, those algorithms are hitting us with more articles and images we want. At first, we get a kick from it, but then reality hits hard. Our excitement fades, and we might end up feeling worse than we did before. It’s like the body keeps score!

Next thing you know, we’re saying stuff like, “Why can’t you be like him?” or “You used to take care of yourself, like her.” Thoughts like, “Why can’t you have grades like your siblings or classmates?” pop up too.

Yet, we look in the mirror and the self-talk gets brutal: “I’m fat, I’m skinny, my body doesn’t look right, I don’t look the same as the guy/girl in the picture.

And sometimes it has nothing to do with our bodies. Sometimes it how other’s lives look so peaceful and calm, while ours feels like a Nightmere on Elm street.

These feelings of NOT Being Good Enough were less common in earlier generations. So we end up stuck in a fantasy that feels more like a nightmare than an adventure.

As I listened to these young adults talk about wanting the kind of relationship I have, I asked them to describe what they think my relationship looks like.

I won’t spill the beans on their perceptions, but I’ll throw out three questions for you to consider:

1. What three words define a healthy relationship for you?

2. Are you living by those three words in your current relationship?

3. Do you make excuses for people in your life when they keep crossing those important boundaries, especially when it's you?

If you want the kind of love you’re dreaming about, it all starts with you! You’ve got to figure out what I’ve learned and begin working on your PIES:

- Physical Self

- Intellectual Self

- Emotional Self

- Spiritual Self

You can’t do this by yourself! We weren’t made to go solo, scrolling through feeds, binge-watching videos, or dreaming about “what could have been.”

More bluntly, you weren’t meant to build relationships based on the false security of an OnlyFans world—feeling so hurt and lonely that you end up isolating yourself while pretending to be wanted and loved in a completely transactional way. On both ends!

[notstilinski]

Kevin Can F Himself Starters !

Taken from season two of the 2021 AMC series, Kevin Can F Himself! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! There may be some light spoilers for the series!

“We’ll fix it together, okay?”

“I’m sorry, I’ve never had a hostage before. I’m not great at it yet.”

“I have no idea. I can’t tell if it’s been twenty minutes or eight hours.”

“Okay. So you’re done trying to kill my best friend. Congrats. You still tried once!”

“How the hell am I dating a cop?”

“Maybe they don’t care when I whine, but he laughs when you bleed.”

“They say ‘we’ all the time like you’re in this together, but, (Name), where are they?”

“They tried to kill them. Can you believe? Bitches tried to kill me, too.”

“Jesus. The nightmare continues.”

“I mean ‘cause you have the general vibe of a sad dog in a cone.”

“I don’t want to be me anymore.”

“I swear to you, I am working on it. Because I really do want you around.”

“I only wish you hit me harder so I could forget all this shit.”

“I’m not in (Name), but the general sense of failure just, sorta, trickles down.”

“Who knew there was a version of death sadder than regular death?”

“It just feels like punishment for dying alone.”

“I’m not like you, I can’t just pretend to like things.”

“You ever think that it’s not that you have a bad sense of direction, you just gotta pay attention to where you’re going?”

“I’ve been squatting in the basement for the past two weeks.”

“The more times you bring up the one nice thing you ever did for me, the less nice it gets.”

“Did a demon just achieve its final, most powerful form in our kitchen?”

“See how I say that with no visible eye roll?”

“It just seems like you’re someone who never had to share.”

“If I play the field, I’ll end up under it.”

“And you don’t like me. It’s fine. People don’t have to like each other.”

“Not when I’ve just been insulted and rejected by a man who I always thought of as my creepy uncle.”

“Yeah, and maybe that stuff was worth it when I thought we might actually be together.”

“Yeah, and I swore I’d never talk to a cop without a lawyer present, but here we are.”

“When I think too much about something, that’s the second I start talking myself out of it, okay?”

“You’re a hazard.”

“Uh, fun is for people with disposable income.”

“I woke up. Another win.”

“Well, they did corner me last night and told me sobriety was the reason I’m not fun anymore.”

“That’s residual priest nervousness, if you ask me.”

“What does the beauty matter if there is no other soul to share it with?”

“Okay. Is that true or is that just what /they/ tell you?”

“I don’t want to have to worry about him, but I can’t stop worrying about him.”

“(Name) will be fine. (Name)’s always fine.”

“There’s a reason that ‘drinking’ rhymes with ‘thinking.’”

“Because you’re just so excited to die?”

“I feel like I dropped something and I feel it next to me. And I’m trying to figure out what it is, and I’m lying there wide awake convinced that if I don’t pick it up, then something terrible is going to happen.”

“Oh, sure, like you’re suddenly concerned about me.”

“Maybe I just don’t want to be alone. And maybe there’s not always a difference.”

“They laughed. They didn’t listen to me at all. No one listens to me.”

“(Name) would have died without you? Maybe you should go home sometimes.”

“I think it’s rearranging deck chairs at the Titanic at this point.”

“I’ll see you for three weeks in February while I work on my tan!”

“I don’t think they realized it. They gave everything up to protect me.”

“And now that I’m left here without them, I don’t feel better off. I just feel… left.”

“I’m not really concerned with protecting (Name). Or anyone like them, really.”

“Well, but you know that we’re not actually better off without you, right?”

“Without me, you will have nothing. Because I will fucking destroy you.”

“I had a terrible, terrible day. And you’re the only person I hang out with now. Is that okay?”

“Let’s die alone together."