#read this in a calm british accent pls

[sky-neverending]

Here we observe the writer in their natural habit, staring blankly at the document in front of them. they close said document, only to open it back up and stare at it for another ten minutes. watch them repeat this cycle 10 times before eventually getting distracted by something shiny off in the distance.

[piinktearxs]

my own team free will caregiver headcannons

okay so its like my first like fanfic ish thing on here, but we need, more agere spn fics cause, lets be honest, big ol comfort show

anywho the little in the dynamic is munchkin (yours truly) she's very fem-oriented, so I'm sorry if it doesn't suit you BUT I could consider becoming like a fanfic blog in the future (like taking requests and all)

quick warnings: the nicknames daddy, dada and dae are used cause Ik some ppl are uncomfy w that, small body image issues mention, small arfid mention

okay so I'm feeling a 'three men and a little lady' vibe here because that is exactly what it is like, you got these three big guns beer and like not soft-looking guys and then you have munchkin, this 5'3, pink dresses wearing little lady and she's just vibing with them

munchkin is not a 24/7 little, like she has her essence which is very child like but her little self just comes in waves, and like she comforts and cares for the boys when they need, they take care and comfort her when her emotions get too big and she goes small

munchkin takes turns to be the "official stuffie" for the boys (or that's what they tell her so she feels wanted and needed with her cuddles, and she is to be honest) one night she sleeps cuddled between dean and cas and the other one with sam

THEY HAVE A NIGHT ROUTINE; So she brushes her teeth and does skincare with Sam, then Dean sings her one of her special songs (Little willow, angeles, city grown willow, calico skies, forever, surfer girl, hey jude, blackbird, stairway to heaven, to be honest hearing her daddies's voices is the most calming thing for her) Cas and Sam take turns to read her a story (literally anything classic fairy tales or pink and ballet vibes, munchkin adores)

THEIR CLOSET DIFFERENCES PLS- like you would have the boys's flannel and jeans and basic t-shirts and right next to those these pink dresses and vintage clothes (also munchkin's big girl clothes but it's the same vibe, vintage girly)

When munchkin is small, she wears the boys's clothes cause they smell like them and they're huge on her so they make her feel small

munckin has a lot of sensory issues with food, especially when she's small, so she and Dean work out creative ways to get her veggies in but that she doesn't hate them

When she's scared she goes to her daddies, like literally with anything, they are her heroes and the people she trusts most

It always helps her to hold one her daddies's hand when she's doing something scary (like eating a new food, or talking about her feelings, or petting a big dog!)

She's their little buddy on everything they do, cause she's just so amazed by her daddies, Dean's fixing baby? Munchkin will be next to him, handing him tools and hanging out with him, Sam's reading? She's plopped next to him reading her own book, Cas is taking a walk through nature? Pink rainboots on and coat on (sammy said so) and she's on her merry way, also, they always stay out for hours just admiring nature

She adores cooking, she's always ready to be their little helper in the kitchen (but never near hot or sharp things!! She’s much too small!! She likes cracking eggs and being the taste tester anyways)

When they're on hunts she always comes with (and ofc helps out unless she is small) and after they all go to a county fair or a petting zoo

On the bunker she has her little trunk, obviously painted white with little pink roses and it contains her little stuff, paci, teether, sippy, some tutus, coloring books, tiaras, her tea set, and a doll that looks like her that she carries around everywhere

on the impala she has a little emergency box, with a lovey, some calico critters and a teether and snacks!

She always hosts tea parties with the boys (yes, they wear crowns and drink tea with her and her dolls) at first they were a bit weird about the whole tea party thing (Dean said he hated them and now he even does a british accent when they play tea party) but got around in the end

She is a polite little one, always using her manners, because princesses use their manners

Her drawings always go up in the fridge ofc

okay now onto individual headcanons

Dean aka Dada or Bean:

When he first met munchkin he was a little distant but then grew to love her

he gave her the nickname munchkin

their relationship is like uncle jesse and michelle in full house (fight me they’re literally the same person and my comfort characters)

He is always watching old kids shows with her (she loves vintage things and the're nostalgic to him) especially old scooby doo episodes

Pretends he is like in shock when she hugs him but honestly he feels as much comfort in her as she has in him

always gives her eskimo kisses

they once saw the scooby snacks at the store and got them and went nuts over them

she sometimes is too small to watch scooby doo so they put on bluey

dean actually quite enjoys bluey

Teaches her how to do stuff like fix things or play pool and they have a lil bonding moment

She's allowed in the dean-cave and she loves to color while watching cartoons on the big TV!

He gives her ALL the piggy back rides, and throws her in the air to catch her after

If he's drinking beer outside, alone, she always goes up to him and lays her head on his lap, and they just hang together in comfortable silence while he strokes her hair with his beer-free hand

He's super into the fighting scenes in her princess movies

They try a slice of pie of every diner they eat at, and rate it

They love cooking together

He’s honestly the more fun caregiver but also the most protective one

When she’s having a bad day he always takes her out for ice cream, if she really reallyyy wants to, he goes the extra mile to get her gelato

Munchkin sometimes has body image issues, when she does dean just picks her up and kisses her forehead

Dean teaches her all his cool rock songs!!

“You see sweetheart, bon jovi rocks, on occasion, but zeppelin? zeppelin always rocks” “what about taylor swift dada?” “she is the music industry so she always rocks too”

She is allowed to pick the music even when not driving (munchkin is a huge swiftie, and well we all know all too well dean is too)

Sam aka Daddy or Sammy

He is the king of rules and sticker charts, and they help keep munchkin on track a lot!!

After she eats a fear food sammy always has some candy for her in the pantry!!

he makes sure she gets her protein in, she can’t get low blood sugar!!

He gives her big big biiig bear hugs all the time

Given but, munchkin is totally allowed to do sammy’s hair!!! No scissors though!!

He loves having a little hair buddy, so when she’s really small he helps her wash her hair

He brushes her hair for her, it’s a little bonding moment between the two

Can we talk about how bath-time is a whole ritual for these two? They put on her littlespace playlist and dance around while brushing their teeth

If they’re away from home he reads her a bit of the game of thrones kindle he has in his phone until she falls asleep

KING of forehead kisses

Definitely gets into the life lesson aspect of EVERYTHING, she’s watching charlie and lola? lola hates tomatoes? (munchkin does too, they’re her mortal enemy) he pauses the show to tell her the importance of eating new foods. She’s watching moana and moana goes into the deep part of the sea alone? He reminds her that she needs to go with one of her daddies when she’s small

He always helps her with stuff she’s too short for

*munchkin climbing on the counter to reach her gummies* “No pumpkin, you can’t climb on the counter to reach the high cupboard, here, let me help you”

He carries her around A LOT

When she’s really small she likes to sit on his lap and fidget with his hair

If he’s late researching and not in bed for story time she always goes up to him and lays down near until he’s finished

When she’s big they go to the gym and lift weights and running, or go in nature walks, when she’s small they go play catch in the park together or go in the swings, as long as they’re both happy and healthy he’s okay with going out for a bit more

Definitely the type to give her a time out and then talk it out

cas aka dae or casseel

he was definitely very confused when he heard that she was a regressor, but not in a bad way, he’s just confused with most earth things!!

sammy knew about the topic (he researched a bit more because he suspected that munchkin was a regressor) and when he explained it to him, cas got it

he’s the one that’s away the most doing angel business, but he makes sure to check in on her at bedtime

when he is home, he’s her official nap buddy, she finds him so comforting and loves napping with him

they definitely go on tons of walks and, ANNNND they stop to analyze every new flower and mushroom!! (munchkin isn’t allowed to touch them though)

munchkin finds dean and cas’s relationship the most adorable thing ever, she’s a huge romantic because cmon, you are if you watch cinderella every other week, so when they kiss she’s always like “a true love’s kiss!!!”

he heals ALL the ouchies, but she still gets a fun bandaid

she asks cas if he has magic rapunzel hair when he heals her or the boys

she sometimes wears his trench coat and plays pretend in it

or when it’s cold and she wants to sleep in the impala, he lets her use it as a blanket

he’s always down to watch disney movies, since they’re new to him!!

“but little one, why must cinderella go home at 12? why are the mice horses? why a pumpkin and not an apple or a zucchini??” “dunno, magic stuff dae, but ‘ook there!!! her dress pretty!!!!!”

tells her stories from the whole existence of the world

she gives him butterfly kisses on the nose (the ones where you bat your eyelashes on the other person’s skin)

he helps her tie the ribbons on her dresses

so that is it for my personal supernatural headcanons, i quite enjoyed writing these so i’m definitely making this for my mcu au!! i know there’s not much spn agere fics (cmon we ALL go and search spn agere and check for new fics) so if you liked this feel free to send me an ask whether that be from this au or reader insert one shots typa things :D

[kaeyas-beloved]

yo yo 😳 could i mayhaps request class 1a with a british transfer student that swears a lot? and it’s not posh southern british, it’s a hard northern accent (geordie more specifically) ty ty xx

Class 1-A w/ a Northern British Transfer Student who Swears a Lot

Class 1-A x British!Transfer Student!Reader (You) || BnHA

Genre: General/Crack-ish

Warning(s): Uh, none really... Allusions/Mentions of swearing??

a/n Hey hey, you absolutely can! I just hope you don’t mind that it’s headcanons and not a full scenario/one-shot ^^ Also, I’m really sorry if anything is portrayed wrong - I did some research for this request but I still might slip up once or twice... Anyway I hope you enjoy! Also also, I'm sorry for taking so long and if it's not the best! I really think I butchered this to some degree T~T

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Okay so for this headcanon there can be a bit of a variation on the class' reaction and such depending on whether you swear in English or in Japanese

If You Swear In English:

Let's be honest: no one even knew you swore at first. English and Japanese are two different languages after all. President Mic isn't exactly teaching swears in English class either...

Every time you switch to English for a cuss the whole class just kinda tilts their head and goes "huh?"

Or, y'know, some might ignore you altogether if you aren't talking to them

The class' only real indicator that what you're saying is crude is if the situation is a more violent one (like if you're in a fight or angry)

A select few might actually catch what you say though. Namely Bakugou, his squad, Yaoyorozu and maybe Todoroki.

Let’s face it, Momo and Todo probably know a fair amount of English (private lessons or smth) and Baku and his squad know because learning swears is the first thing everybody does when learning another language

Out of the above, let's just say some may cover their mouth in horror while others smirk.

For any progress on this language barrier to be made it'll take poor, innocent Midoriya Izuku - with all the courage he could muster - to ask what those words you say so often mean.

And the shocked look on almost everyone's faces was priceless. You couldn't help but laugh and wish you had a camera to commemorate the moment their ignorance was shattered.

"But... but you say (insert English swear) so often!?"

"...Yes?"

The class will shutter if anyone is on the receiving end of your swearing. Or if you cuss all of a sudden, seemingly unprompted. There's something about the mix of a hard accent and not knowing exactly what is being said that can be rather intimidating...

"wHAt aRe yOU sAyINg!!??" < the class 81.63% percent of the time

If You Swear in Japanese:

If you calmly say a swear the moment you walk through the door on the first day I want you to count how many people choked on air. Do it - I bet half the class did. You can also bet Iida is on your case in an instant...

"(Y/N) can you please watch your language it is very inappropriate and unbefitting of a hero in training!!"

The nonchalant-ness at which you spout swears is enough to make heads spin. The class probably saw you as a second Bakugou in the beginning before getting to know you.

More likely than you think there have been times where one of the other teens had to vouch for you, saying that despite your crude language you're actually not a bad person and that they should get to know you before leaping to conclusions.

General:

It takes little to no time for everyone to settle into this norm. What did you expect - they all have to listen to Bakugou already - what's one more ill language classmate going to do?

Speaking of the blond: he def has a soft spot for the sole reason that you have such a potty mouth. Like hell he'd say it out loud, nor will he acknowledge it whatsoever. He just likes the fact that there's another person that has a bit of a rougher side to 'em.

Regardless of what language you swear in your accent still shines through, so the class is going to ask where you're from (more on that in a moment)

No one lets something as trivial as vocabulary stop them from befriending the transfer student. At the end of the day they all know you're a kind soul at heart. You are training to be a hero after all.

Everyone grows so used to your swearing they've gotten to the point of just calming asking what happened without looking up pls let make sense...:

"*swears*"

"*continues to scroll through their phone* You ok?"

"Yeah, just dropped my pen..."

If anyone (*cough Monama cough*) was to say something unpleasant about how you speak (accent or amount of swearing) the class will defend you in a heartbeat - guaranteed

-- A couple of extra things not related to the swearing aspect of the request:

The class definitely asks about your home town and country. How different is it from Japan? What kinds of foods are there? Are there things you have there that aren't in Japan?

Like I've mentioned there's a chance that the others won't know what you say (whether that's because of your accent or English vocabulary) so they may ask you to repeat yourself a time or two. Don't take anything personally though! They mean no harm! Just be a little patient with them at the start and soon they'll be able to catch what you say just fine :)

Still, they're all really fascinated by the contrast between Geordie and Japanese accents and how you're able to pronounce words in Japanese really well while originally having such a strong accent

The more adventurous students might ask if you could teach them slang or sayings from your homeland should they ever hear you say any yourself and grow curious (I read that there are certain phrases and such that northlanders say)

The class would no doubt surprise you by 'talking Geordie' (?), using both what you teach them, what they pick up and what they learn through personal research.

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[kylie-writes-stuff]

Scared

Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader

Warnings: none. cussing, i guess

Request: nah

Prompt: “So I might have stayed up late watching scary movies and there’s something making noise outside. Can you come over?”

Author’s Note:  1.) i have NO idea what this gif is from but its beautiful, if anyone know, tell me pls 2.) i havent written in forever so let me know if its good and/or what you think. thanks, ily!

The clock on my bedside table read 2:45 AM.

My room was dark. It was pitch black, really. It was hot but I couldn’t come out of my blanket. I’m scared.

Actually, I’m scared for no real reason. I had spent most of my time binging horror movies because I normally love them. Then all of a sudden, it was nighttime. I wasn’t gonna stop just because it was dark.

But, now that I finished the last movie and it was completely dark, it was... different.

I heard scratching and rustling outside my window. It’s probably a raccoon or something, I thought. The sounds continued and I kept staring at the ceiling. 

...

Nah, I can’t do this shit, I thought after a few more minutes. I eventually decided to text Connor, my best friend. My secret crush.

Me: hey, u awake??

Con <3: im always awake

              why?

Me: i miiigghhtt have stayed up late watching scary movies and there’s something making noise outside

Con <3: and? you do realize those movies arent real, right??

Me: of course i do, im just scared ig

       can you either, like, come over or send memes until i calm down?

Con <3: fine, i’ll be there soon

Me: thank you con!!

I was a little more calm because I knew he’d be here soon. Still, my mind kept overthinking things, making my heart beat quicken.

I heard soft tapping at my window and slightly jumped. Then I realized who it was. 

I walked over and slid it open. My favorite human, Connor Murphy, climbed through.

“Your savior is here!” He dramatically said (in a british accent) with his arms up, impersonating Loki.

He knew that he could be as loud as he wanted. At this point, neither of us cared because my mom already knew we got to each other houses if the other needs anything. Mostly Connor comes to mine though. Not because I have more problems. I’d say we have an equal-ish amount. Most of the time he just needs an escape from his family so he comes here.

I laughed and we sat at the head of my bed. 

“You okay?” He asked, draping an arm around my shoulders and rubbing my arm soothingly.

“Yeah, I’m definitely better now.”

“Good. But just so you know, they’re just movies, dumbass,” he smiled.

I lightly smacked his chest and he just chuckled.

After a while of talking, laughing, and an intense game of Uno, we finally decided we should go to sleep. Connor didn’t feel like going back home so he just stayed. He changed into some pajamas he left over and got into the bed next to me.

I turned on my side, and he put an arm around my waist. He was probably used to this, but every time we cuddle like this, I still get butterflies in my stomach.  

I honestly really want to tell him how I feel. I have for a while. I just don’t want it to ruin our friendship. I’d rather him stay my best friend than be out of my life all together.

... fuck it.

I turned to face him. 

“Con? Can I tell you something?” I started fiddling with the string on my bracelet (I always keep it on).

“Yeah, anything,” He said, still wide awake.

I avoided making eye contact. “You... You have to promise that no matter what I say, it won’t change anything between us.”

“Okay? Sure.”

“That’s not good enough,” I said while holding out my right pinkie.

He laughed and locked his finger with mine.

“Okay, so, I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time,” I said while blushing.

Holy shit. 

Holy fucking shit. 

Holy motherfucking shit.

I finally did it. I confessed my feelings for my best friend.

“Really?” His eyes widened.

“Yeah. It’s dumb, I know.”

“No, it’s not. I... I actually really like you too.”

“Okay, now you’re just messing with me,” I said, finally looking into his eyes.

“If I were messing with you, would I do this?”

He grabbed my chin and tilted my head up. We both started to lean in, our eyes closing. Finally, our lips locked. His lips were both chapped and soft at the same time. 

I had never believed people when they say it feels like fireworks going off when you kiss. But, it was true. Maybe not fireworks exactly, but it was perfect.

We pulled away.

“Hmm... I don’t know. Maybe I need you too do it again to be sure,” I teased.

We both laughed and he pulled me in for another.

“No, yeah, you’re serious,” I giggled, “so, would you want to be my boyfriend?”

“Ew, no, gross,” He said jokingly, “Of course I do, idiot.” He planted a kiss on the tip of my nose. 

We continued to cuddle and we both eventually fell asleep.

[onewithnomightypowers]

Awkward (part 1)

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: you and tom meet at a gym in new york and from there, things escalated

a/n: this series with a different name was posted before but now it’s more refined and with added content. part 2 will be coming out soon. if you like it pls reblog or like it cause its the only way for me to know that you liked it. remarks are always appreciated. if you want to tagged pls let me know also up for suggestions

masterlist  part 2  part 3

According to your planner, it was to be a quiet day at work and it was a calm day in New York so you decided to take your workout clothes to your workplace so that you could go to the gym after work. It was around 5 in the evening so you decided to take off from work and go to the gym. The gym where you went was a shared gym between your workplace and a fancy seven-star hotel. It was because the place where you were interning in Manhattan was an interior designing company which was recently assigned to redesign the interior of the hotel. You had free access to the gym of the hotel because of the redesigning otherwise you wouldn’t be able to afford a gym at Manhattan.

 You started with running on the thread mill, you had run three kilometers which made you a bit tired, to be honest, when you decided to stretch before your favorite part of the so-called workout session. So, you sat down on the floor and did some lunges then, while you were opening a side split you sensed someone’s eyes ogling at you.

 You tried to see who it was through the corner of your eyes and what you saw was like unbelievable to your only seven brain cells functioning at the moment because of the long day. It was Tom freaking Holland.

 HOLY SHIT

 You quickly looked away before there could be any eye contact between you and Tom Holland.

 You sort of panicked and moved towards the wall to help stretch your legs. You sat on the floor with your head facing towards the wall and your legs trying to stretch as much as they could with the help of the wall. Suddenly you heard a small voice, you removed your headphones and turned a bit to hear it clearly. “…excuse me?” Tom said with his British accent said. He stood there waiting for your reply. “Yeah?” you said trying to act cool but your heart was in your mouth. “Umm…I saw you stretching and wondered if you could help me stretch?” He said.

 You took a moment to get your heart out of your mouth and admire his beauty but then you replied: “yeah, sure”. He continued by introducing himself with a charming smile on his face “by the way I’m Tom”. Even though you knew who he was, you tried your best to act cool, “hey” you replied and raised your hand towards him to shake his hand. He had a confused reaction when you raised your hand but you guys eventually shook each other’s hands. “You’re quite the shaker if that’s even a word?” he said with his still confused face. “You…have a nice grip” which he indeed had.

 SPIDER-MAN WITH A SPIDY GRIP

 He sat down on the floor with his legs stretched out, you moved towards him to stretch his legs with your feet on both of his ankles. You both could feel the tension rising, more like awkward tension. So, to break the ice he asked you whether you were staying at the hotel. “No, actually the company which I’m interning for this summer is redesigning the interior of the hotel,” you said. “Oh, so are you from New York?” he asked, “Not really, I just moved to Brooklyn from Seattle”.

 The next few moments were quiet. You checked your watch and it was around 6:30, you thought that you’ll be late. “I should get going,” you said to tom and stood up leaving him on the ground. You were very much excited about your favorite part which was dancing. So you lurked around in the gym to look for an empty room. Finally, you found an empty room with a big wall-sized mirror on one of the wall. The room looked like it was made for dancing.

 You entered the room and decided to put on your headphones back on and weirdly decided to hear ‘replay’ by Zendaya because you had just met her co-star from the Spiderman franchise. You danced to that song till you got into the groove, the next song was ‘nonstop’ by Drake. It was one of your favorite songs so you had some moves to that song, by moves you mean you really knew your shit around that song. Some songs went by and suddenly your ears heard a sweet melody of ‘even the nights are better’ by air supply. It took you no time to change your moves to solo waltz. One of your hand was up in the air pretending to be on an imaginary man’s shoulder and the other was on the imaginary waist. You moved around the room doing your solo waltz with your eyes closed imagining a person with you. All of a sudden you felt a person underneath your hands and it made you open your eyes.

 TOM

 He pulled you closer to himself by your waist with a smirk on his face. The sudden force on your body made you gasp. His brown eyes were locked to yours and his body quickly coordinated with your steps. Honestly, you thought it was kind of romantic. You both waltzed around the room with the music only in your ears. It was sweet dancing with him but then the song ended and you quickly pulled away. You paused the next song and removed your headphones. “You’re quite the dancer,” he said with his very charming smile on his face. You froze, you didn’t know what to say or how to act. “Umm, I should get going it’s late”

 WHAT THE FUCK! IS THAT BEST YOU CAN DO? SERIOUSLY?

 You turned right around and started moving towards the door when you heard him say “I didn’t get your name?” you trying to be cool in front of a celebrity replied, “it is because I didn’t give it to you”. “So what is it? Your name, what is it?” he said. You started to walk towards him and whispered in his years “its y/n” and kissed him on his cheek.

 GO, GIRL!

 You turned around with your hair grazing Tom’s cheek and walked away with your head held high. You did something ballsy and didn’t want to show any distress on your face. You went straight to the locker room to get your stuff and sign out of the gym, because of the redesigning the hotel people were asking to write down your information in a guest book.

 Before leaving for the subway to go back home to Brooklyn you decided to stop by at Starbucks which was right across the building where you currently was in. There was still some paparazzi outside the hotel building. When you got inside the Starbucks you noticed that there was a surprisingly long line to order and it was not in your best interest to join the line but you still did. You were close to getting a chance to order when you got a phone call from London. You answered the phone thinking it was your sister who was currently living in London and changed her number. You had no reason to think otherwise but you were wrong. “You won’t believe who I just met,” you said not knowing who was actually on the other side of the line. “It’s Tom actually,” a guy with a British accent said from the other side.

“You won’t believe who I just met,” you said not knowing who was actually on the other side of the line. “It’s Tom actually,” a guy with a British accent said from the other side. It was at that moment when you really lost your shit. “Fuck” you said regretting the very next moment.

 “How did you get my number?” you asked.

 “From the gym guest book truthfully” he replied, “do you wanna grab a bite?” he asked.

 “I’m at Starbucks, the one which is across the hotel” you replied. “Ohk…I’ll be there in bit” he said and then hung up. You went in total panic mode and decided to order because you knew that some hibiscus tea would definitely help you soothe your nerves. You ordered your tea and went on to find a table for two. By the time you were waiting for your tea and Tom you decided to read your email. You didn’t have many emails so you decided to open your Instagram since your Instagram account was private you had some following request pending and the most recent one was Tom’s. You still were not able to get around the fact that you had danced with Tom Holland and was about have tea with him. You thought this was all so surreal and unbelievable.

 “One hibiscus tea with pomegranate pearls for Y/N” one of the staff members screamed making you snap out of your thoughts. You got up to get your tea when you noticed Tom already there to get it for you, he looked towards you and passed you a smile saying that he’s got it. It was so charming, you were beguiled by him.

 He sat in front of you. He was wearing a tight-fitting white t-shirt with a black hoody and denim jeans, he looked perfect even with his hair undone. “How did you get past the paparazzi outside the hotel?” you asked sipping your tea. “Well I use the service entry when I’m having some personal business” he replied. “Aren’t you gonna order something?” you asked again taking a sip of your tea. “Yeah I have already ordered coffee” he replied, you immediately started laughing after hearing him say that. “What are you finding so amusing? Care to share?” he asked. You responded “Don’t you find it funny that you are British and you’re having coffee and I, on the other hand, am American having tea” “Good point well made” he said.

 “One Americano extra short and a croissant for Haz” that same person screamed again. “That would be me” Tom said and got up to get his order. You were a bit confused to why he had used another name instead of his but you decided not to ask him. “How is your ‘quackson’?” you teased him “you too, seriously…thank you so much for asking, this ‘quackson’ is amazing I must say” he said in a sarcastic tone.

 You checked your phone to see the time and it was around 7:30. “Well I should go because I have to take the subway back to Brooklyn” you said. Tom immediately asked, “can I walk with you to the subway?” ”Yeah sure” you replied without any hesitation.

 You and tom were walking very close to each other, there was a very little gap between you two. Your hands very often bumped into each other. For a little while there was awkward silence but this time you decided to break the ice instead of him. “So what is your next stop after New York?” you asked. ”LA actually” he replied. “So there is this thing tomorrow, it is like an after party. Do you wanna come?” he asks removing his brown curls from his face. “Afterparty to what exactly?” you inquire. “The empire state building is lighting up in Spider-Man themed lights for the Brother’s Trust tomorrow”. “Oh, I see” you replied nodding your head. “So are you going to come?” Tom asks again “I think so” you answer him. “Very well, it’s a date then” he says in excitement. You pause your movement in shock because this beautiful British celebrity boy sort of just asked you out on a date and it was unexpected as fuck.

 When he realizes that you have stopped walking he stops too, he turns towards you “What happened?” he asks you with a concerned face. “Tom, did you just ask me on a date?” you ask to confirm. “Yes, darling” he replies with confidence, “okay then” you say and continue to walk.

 FUCK YEAH!

 “That’s me” you say pointing towards the underground subway entrance. Tom turns towards you and goes in for a hug, you and Tom hold on to each other for a hot second, just when you start to pull back tom kisses you. “Goodbye Y/N” Tom says when he pulls himself out from the kiss, “Goodbye Tom” you reply back. You still in shock decided to turn towards the stairs leaving him alone on the grey concrete pavement of New York City.

BLOODY HELL!

 The ride back home was supposed to be only 45 minutes but it sure felt like an eternity. You were so anxious about what had happened and what could happen in the future. Like always you were overthinking the situation. You knew that the kiss meant a lot to Tom because Tom was ready to risk it all with the paparazzi. People had already been shipping Tom with Zendaya as a couple and earlier you too thought that they were together but you were wronged.

 You decided to grab a salad for dinner, from one of the seven eleven which was on the way to your house. You get a ping from your Instagram DM, it was Tom.

 tomholland2013: hey! The party is downtown at Molly’s bar

 Your handle: okay…I cannot wait to meet you soon

 tomholland2013: me too love

 Your handle: well I got to go have my dinner

 tomholland2013: ok. Also one more thing, I’ll be sending you a town car to reach at the venue tomorrow so send me the address from where you want to be picked up

 Your handle: you really don’t have to do this, I’m a grown woman, I can come on my own

 tomholland2013: I know that but I just wanted you to do something for you

 Your handle: OMG you are so adorable to even argue with

 tomholland2013: are we arguing?

 Your handle: I don’t know…also fine I’m sending you my home address. It’s (y/h/a), Brooklyn

 tomholland2013: thanks…later love

 You woke up with a big smile on your face. You were so excited for tonight that you couldn’t even get through your day at work. Almost five times your colleagues had to bring you back from your imaginary world to planet earth. The town car was supposed to pick you up at 7 from your apartment in Brooklyn so you decided to leave work at 4:30 since the ride back home was for 40 minutes. The way back home you tried to sleep so that you wouldn’t look sleep-deprived because last night you couldn’t sleep with your anxiety and your scourge through Pinterest for some outfit inspiration.

When you reached home you threw your bag and shoes on the ground and rushed towards the bathroom for a quick shower. When you came out of the shower you were in total panic mode because you still wasn’t certain about you were going to wear. You looked towards your closet which was very unorganized and decided to wear something semi-formal so that you wouldn’t look neither overdressed nor underdressed. You finally decided to wear a grey plaid skirt with matching jacket along with a white shirt and a black bralette under it. In the case of makeup, you decided to go with a basic natural look.

Just when you were putting on your red heels you heard a knock on the door. You rushed towards it thinking it was the driver since it was almost time. When you opened the door a boy with red hair and freckles on his face was standing. “You must be y/n, I’m Harry Tom’s brother,” the said “hey harry, I thought the driver was going to pick me up,” you said with a smile on your face. “Yeah the driver is downstairs tom sent me to escort you” “it’s really nice to meet you,” you said with a nod. “Likewise, are you ready?” “Yes let me just grab my bag” you replied and then turned around leaving your door wide open.

The car ride with Harry was not that long, you guys mainly talked about each other’s jobs and Harry told you that how Tom couldn’t shut up about you the whole day. On the way, Harry told you that the empire state building was lighted in blue and red color today for Spiderman and The Brothers Trust. You even saw it through the window of your black town car, it sure looked very pretty.

[dirtycreekwater]

Three Hours Behind, Five Hours Ahead

description: Logan Roman and Virgil are in a long distance relationship and trying their best to deal with that. having separation anxiety, Virgil struggles the most.

genre: fluff & hurt/comfort. human au.

word count: 1,109

ship: romantic analogince

warnings: some implied nsfw stuff. not graphic at all. don’t think theres anything else but hey lemme know if you need something tagged

a/n: this isn’t really gonna be a chaptered series?? i don’t really know what it’s gonna be tbh but it’s something. also Remus might be a minor background character at some point so remrom/incest shippers please do not interact thank you

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Sunlight was slowly starting to filter into the room; not that Virgil had even noticed. His eyes were glued to his phone screen, the blue light emanating from it putting a strain on his eyes. He was sure they were bloodshot, having stayed up all night staring at said screen in the total darkness. He could hear his boyfriends’ voices scolding him already.

As if on cue a quiet ping brought his attention to the top of his screen. It was Logan, his Logan, in the group chat he and his boyfriends had created when they first met online. He already knew exactly what that nerd had said. He didn’t even have to read the preview.

Logan 🐝🖤 6:04am

Why are you on tumblr at 6 in the morning, Virgil?

Surprised he took this long to message me, Virgil thought.

Virgil 6:05am

bc i love torturing myself apparently idk

Logan 🐝🖤 6:05am

Please stop doing this to yourself, love.

Virgil 6:07am

but babe i need the memes

Logan 🐝🖤 6:08am

What you need is sleep. Try to now, please?

Roman 👑❤️ 6:08am

Ugh Virge wtf go to sleep 🙄

Virgil couldn’t help but smile at that. Roman cared in his own way, he was quite different from Logan. And Virgil himself was pretty different as well. They were certainly a strange trio, but it worked so well.

Virgil 6:10am

i don’t wanna sleep

Virgil 6:10am

also shut up Ro you should be asleep rn too it’s 3am for you

Logan 🐝🖤 6:11am

Why don’t you want to sleep? And yes I agree. Go to sleep, Ro.

Roman ❤️👑 6:12am

Aw but guys I don’t wanna either :(

Virgil 6:13am

sleeping alone sucks

Virgil 6:13am

i miss you guys

Roman 👑❤️ 6:13am

Same 😭

Logan 🐝🖤 6:15am

Oh, loves. I miss you both too.

Roman 👑❤️ 6:15am

😭😭💔💔

Logan 🐝🖤 6:16am

But you can’t keep doing this to yourselves.

Virgil 6:17am

you cant stop me

Logan 🐝🖤 6:17am

Virgil, please.

Virgil bit his lip, maybe a bit too hard, and set his phone down. He hadn’t realized he started crying until his vision completely blurred. He felt silly really, crying just because he was alone. He wasn’t really. He had his boyfriends, he did. He had group chats, and facetime, and other video calls, and tumblr blogs. He had them. It just didn’t feel like enough. He recalled the first time they all met in person. They stayed in Roman’s house in Los Angeles, California. Logan flew in from London, England and he himself flew in from his small Pennsylvania town. It was truly the best week of his life. Roman had a huge bed, too big for just one person. It was perfect for all three of them, and god he felt so lucky. He remembered the way Logan’s Quasi-British accent sounded in person, and the way Roman’s boisterous voice seemed to fill an entire room. He especially remembered the way Roman’s sheets, and their skin felt against his own; the way their hands tangled in his hair, and lips moved over his. All he wanted was that week back.

Logan 🐝🖤 6:22am

Virgil? Roman?

Virgil took in a shaky breath, and picked his phone back up. He was just going to let himself be vulnerable, completely honest. He could do that.

Virgil 6:23am

i just hate being long distance so fucking much,, i can’t handle it,,, i just wanna be held again,,,

The next five minutes were the most nerve wracking minutes in Virgil’s whole life. Okay, maybe less nerve wracking than the time he waited for their responses to his crush confession. That was quite horrifying, but honestly this felt pretty similar. Like swallowing knives. The typing bubble had disappeared, and reappeared many times. He almost wanted to turn his phone off, and never turn it back on again.

Then finally a message appeared.

Logan 🐝🖤 6:28am

We’re not going to be long distance forever, my love. I promised you both that a while ago did I not? And I always keep promises, yes? Come on, it’s been two years. You should know that by now. Don’t lose sleep over this. Everything will be okay soon, very soon.

Virgil almost hated how good Logan was at comforting him, and Roman. He was always saying emotions were gross, and they just weren’t his thing, but yet somehow he always seemed to handle them perfectly.

Virgil 6:30am

damn it L how dare you make me cry more

Roman 👑❤️ 6:31am

How dare you make me cry as well!

Logan 🐝🖤 6:32am

My intention was only to reassure, and comfort. I apologize.

Virgil 6:33am

yeah well you did exactly that you stupid nerd

Virgil 6:34am

but um can we start facetiming more often? like at night? hearing your voices and seeing your faces really does help me sleep

Roman 👑❤️ 6:35am

Yes!!!

Logan 🐝🖤 6:36am

Well, being a few hours ahead of the both of you makes that quite difficult, sweetheart. I’m sure we can work something out though.

Virgil 6:37am

man fuck timezones

Virgil 6:38am

im gonna fight time

Logan 🐝🖤 6:38am

Maybe do that after you sleep.

Virgil 6:39am

no right now

Virgil 6:39am

im gonna do it

Roman 👑❤️ 6:40am

I’ll help 🗡🛡

Virgil 6:40am

sick 🔪💣

Logan 🐝🖤 6:41am

No fighting the abstract concept of time. Sleep now. Both of you.

Roman 👑❤️ 6:42am

But Looooooo

Virgil 6:42 am

:(

Logan 🐝🖤 6:42am

No. Sleep.

“God, we’re dorks,” Virgil said aloud to himself. He then took a deep breath to calm himself before he typed out a new message. “Quit being a little bitch, Virgil.”

Virgil 6:43am

ok but can we facetime first? pls?

Roman 👑❤️ 6:44am

Yeah!!! You free rn Lo?

Logan 🐝🖤 6:44am

I’m always free for my loves.

Virgil 6:44am

thats gay

Logan 🐝🖤 6:45am

Excellent observation skills, Virgil. You never fail to impress me.

Virgil 6:45am

shut up

Logan 🐝🖤 6:45am

Why don’t you make me?

Virgil started to respond but the facetime screen, and obnoxious ringtone cut him off. Of course Roman would purposefully interrupt his and Logan’s bickering. Logan always did the same to them. Rolling his eyes he hesitantly accepted the call, and rolled over onto his side so he could hold his phone more comfortably. He broke out into a wide grin once he saw his beautiful boyfriends smirking back at him.

“Hey, guys.”

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tag list: @royallyroman @crazyfangirls-stuff @easy-meta-knight @shyanonarchives

[kikiwibird]

hi kiwi! i know it's a long one and you don't have to answer all of them but..... 5, 6, 7, 9, 11, 14, 36, 38

TRY ME!

5) Candle Scent: Vanilla-y ones of any kind tho I don’t usually use candles cos I will ruin something... I’m pretty sure Jo Malone have like a Cucumber and Earl Grey that also makes me 🥰

6) Flowers: Hm... I think I like Roses that aren’t red. Like there are some really pretty ones that are in sunset oranges and they are BEAUTIFUL.

7) Smell Forever Like: Probably a cucumber. Or Chocolate... I hope nobody eats me.

9) Colour: Black because it works with everything and it’s soothing and it doesn’t make me want to gauge my eyeballs out (my least favourite colour is bright green so yeah pretty much the opposite of Black)

11) Weather: 2 options a for if I’m outside and b if I’m inside. a) It’s very very cold. It probably just snowed and it’s Xmas! You and your parents are spending the day in Central London to go shopping for your loved ones and to have meals to catch up with people you haven’t seen in forever (added bonus if they give you an Xmas present). b) It’s raining quite a bit outside but it’s either the weekend or the holidays and so you’re inside, tapping away at your computer or reading a book with some hot tea and you have some soft music on in the background but not loud enough to distract from the calming pitter-patter of rain.

14) Snack: Well usually I buy whatever is cheapest but if I could choose then either Fruit Pastilles (for if I don’t want to get my hands dirty) or Sensations Thai Chilli Crisps! (I think it’s a British thing but you guys are MISSING OUT)

36) Travel: Id like to go anywhere I haven’t been. Though honestly I do kinda wanna go to NYC and watch a shit-ton of plays (though I could easily just go to the West End but like you’d get to hear it all in funky American accents) but also would very much like to go to France again (I last went when I was like... 9? And was sad Cos I knew only things like ‘chien’ en français et j’étais très triste. But also like HOW COOL to go to Antarctica?! Make some penguin fwends?!

38) NO or EB: Okay so it depends how ur asking. If it’s like are you most likely to wake up late and go to bed in the early early morning compared to waking up early and sleeping at a reasonable time then I’m definitely a Night Owl. If you’re like hey when are you most productive and most in the zone? Then I’d say 10am to 1 pm.

Also how did you remember all those numbers?! O-O

Also also I am sorry for putting all of you through this bullshit you don’t care about. If you wanna talk about any of these pls hmu.

[creativefiend19]

Share your self care!

I was tagged by @cosmiccluck ​– thanks!

(Let’s pretend that self-care is not a mostly-theoretical concept for me rn lol.)

Favourite comfort food: In an ideal world it would be Nutella right out of the bottle, but unfortunately it’s actually coffee (Does an addiction count as comfort food, you ask? Yes, it absolutely does). Gimme a coffee, I can deal with almost anything – for a while. And then it’s time for my next cuppa Joe. It’s a real problem.

Favourite alcohol (or hot drink!): Whiskey. Irish or Scotch, never bourbon. When my sweet tooth acts up: Irish Cream

Favourite relaxing activity: I want to say reading, but the true answer is driving a manual non-slow

Favourite fluffy/feel-good fic: There are parts of shinealightonme’s LA Pynch series that soothe something in my soul

Favourite calming scent: Certain humans. Coffee! Vanilla, in accent amounts.

Favourite relaxing (or uplifting) song music: It’s a toss-up between Jacqueline du Pré’s Bach Cello Suites, Beethoven’s 9th and anything Bob Marley

Favourite white noise: Rain (from freezing British needles to soaking Goa monsoons – it’s a legit love)

Favourite book to get lost in: Lord of the Rings, pretty much anything Batman, Agatha Christie or P.G. Wodehouse

Favourite chill-out TV show: Hmmm. Tough one. My immediate answer would be certain Star Trek series (esp DS9) but perhaps Jeeves and Wooster wins by a hair. If we’re talking audio/radio (much more likely): The Paul Temple series or anything on BBC Radio 4 Extra

The best advice you’ve ever had: 1) Ask (esp for what you want) 2) Don’t assume

I tag: @seekthemist @kapitanlantsov @cheeriosnuggles @toast-the-unknowing @transboyronanlynch

and anyone else who wants to share - pls tag me back so i can see your self care!

[fanfictionized]

Help Me Help You - Back To Reality (13/?)

Character: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader / OFC

Chapter summary: Annabelle gets a taste of the everyday life in a house full of super heroes and she enjoys that for once the attention is not all on her.

Warnings: None, Team as family 

Words: 2k

A/N: I’m trying so hard to make their conversations and jokes sound as authentic and natural as possible, pls tell me if that’s not the case and OOC!

Previous Chapter // Help Me Help You - Masterlist

Meanwhile Tony, Sam, Natasha, Wanda and Vision had sat down at the table, chatting and laughing about some unintelligible conversation. Annabelle noticed as soon as she stepped downstairs again, originally walking to her room to try and get her thoughts in order, once again wondering what the hell was going on with her. She needed to know what it was as soon as possible and her mind wandered around that thought, but she realized that this would be the perfect opportunity to finally meet the rest of the crew. So she took a deep breath and leaned over the handrail to look down at them, but they were too engaged in their talking to even notice her standing above their heads.

Only when she had reached the living area level, their heads started to turn one by one until the room was silent for a second.

“Hello, there.” She heard Tony Stark saying until he suddenly rose up to his feet to walk around the table and shake her hand. “So rude of us, we haven’t had the pleasure yet.” She returned the handshake despite the sting remaining in her right arm, but she carried it off well. “I am Tony Stark, the owner of this residence and everyone’s babysitter, it is very nice to meet you.” He turned her hand in his to press a chaste kiss to the back of it.

She suppressed a shy smile at his words and actions, hearing protest sounding behind him. “Oh, please. You’re just trying to impress her, Tony.” The woman with short, red hair said and rolled her eyes at him as she stood up, a sway in her hips as she walked over.

“Don’t believe anything he says.” She smiled at her and laid a warm hand on her shoulder.

“Uhm… ouch? You keep hurting my feelings, Romanoff.” Tony pursed his lips and extended his arms to point at the table. “Everybody budge over, we got one more person to squeeze in.”

Everyone was smiling at her, sending greetings over the table. “Hi, I’m Sam.” The man sitting next to her said and she shook his hand “Don’t let them intimidate you, okay?” “Oh, are you talking about me, big boy?” Tony chimed in and Wanda scoffed, sitting on Annabelle’s other side. “I’ll tell you something, they don’t know anything about anything ever.” Annabelle turned to face her as she heard the girl’s accent. She must be one of the new ones, like that weird-looking man sitting next to her.

“Uhm, excuse me, okay, but do you seriously want to start the pancakes-argument again?” Sam asked the young woman and she felt like she’d get whiplash from turning her head from left to right so quickly. “I didn’t start it, first of all. I dominated it.” “Oooh, so that’s how it is?” The man laughed in disbelief and the girl smirked back at him.

She looked up behind her, locking eyes with the strange man sitting behind her. Obviously a little too confused because he picked up the reason behind it.

“Wanda, Sam. I think you’re distracting our new guest.” He had a British accent. He looked so human, but also not really. She couldn’t stop focusing on the glowing stone in the middle of his forehead.

They quieted down and Natasha noticed her still-damp hair. “Have you already eaten, sweetie?” She asked her and Annabelle shook her head.

“No, I, doctor- I mean Bruce just took a blood sample and it’s better not to eat before that. I think…” She mumbled and held a hand over her band aid. Natasha nodded and picked up the bread to pass it over to her. She took it gladly.

“So” She continued “You have already met Bruce. I heard you’ve already talked to Steve as well?” “Yes. He is, uhm, nice.” Perhaps she was a little overwhelmed sitting between the Avengers. “He is an asshole, let me tell you that-” Sam spoke up, sounding almost offended and Wanda giggled. “I’ll never run with him again. That bastard runs as fast as an arrow and mocks me for coughing my freaking lungs out while he’s just doing a few more laps like nothing ever happened.” “You’ll never get rid of that one, right?” Tony seemed unimpressed as he listened to his story for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“You try racing a super soldier, Stark. I’ll stop the minute you do.” “Well, see, that’s the difference between you and me” He reached for the butter, waving the knife in his hand “I’m not a complete moron.” Wanda hissed and shook her head, awaiting Sam’s reaction.

“Oh, yeah? Come on, then. I’ll race you any day, old man.”

“Babysitter my ass.” Natasha grumbled into her toast as she took a bite from it. “I’m glad there’s another woman in the house.” She smirked at Annabelle and she did the same as she saw the boys fighting over who’s a better runner.

Annabelle only noticed him when he was already in the room, dropping down to the seat opposite of her. Bucky’s hair was still wet, dripping down his wet strands to land onto the table’s surface. He noticed her staring at him and he offered a small smile as he looked back at her.

She lowered her gaze to observe the bread on her plate again.

“You know, somehow you are always late for everything, soldier.” Tony interrupted Sam, attention all on Bucky. He just shrugged.

“Didn’t really want to interrupt your discussion. What was it about again?” “Oh, no. Please. Don’t get them started again.” Natasha pleaded. He smirked.

“All right now, which one of us would be faster. Like, in a race.” “Just for your information” Tony pointed a finger at Sam “I have very athletic calves.”

“I am sure Mr. Barnes over here would certainly beat both of your asses.” Vision said as he picked up Wanda’s plate and she mouthed a thank you.

“Would you look at that.” Tony said, impressed, leaning back in his seat. “Mister Switzerland is suddenly taking sides; you know I do not remember planting a certain traitor-chip inside you.”

“No. You gave me a brain.” He smiled knowingly “Which allows me to think logically and therefore make obvious conclusions.”

“Maybe you missed the burn-chip you put inside him. Should I get you an ice-pack?” Natasha asked Tony, laying a hand on his arm until he pulled it away.

“I feel betrayed.” He said and stood up as well, Sam almost doubling over with laughter.

Annabelle took a bite of her bread which was smeared with Nutella. She was happy they didn’t torment her with all the questions right away, let her calm down, eat and listen to their conversation like they had already known each other for ages.

She couldn’t shake the idea that the only image they had of her was that of her crying and sobbing while she had lain in Bucky’s arms, until he had motioned to them that he had everything under control. She still remembered that scenario. Or maybe that of one unreadable girl which had thrown people across the room with only her will. They had to know about that after all, those people must’ve told them. A girl that was about to explode.

She couldn’t read their minds, but at least they didn’t act like it. And for that she was grateful.

She hadn’t realized that she had been staring at Bucky until their gazes met and it pulled her out of her thoughts, looking away again only to continue to feel his eyes boring into her.

Even her subconscious mind found him to be intriguing. He hadn’t told her much about him, but the implication had made it rather obvious for her. Perhaps he was the only other person that understood, truly understood what she felt. And not only did she find comfort in that, but it left her curious. She wanted to know more.

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The breakfast had gone smoothly. Her stomach was filled and she felt less shaky than she had before.

She had been searching through the room she had been given, looking for what she could do in her spare time of which she had a lot of when she heard a knock on her door. “Come in!” She yelled, sorting through the CDs which were arranged on the shelf above her bed. She turned, standing on her bed as Tony opened the door.

“Listen, Anna- can I call you Anna?” He asked as he stepped into the room, hands in his pockets. “Sure.” “First of all, I wanted to apologize for the drama back there” He pointed his thumb behind him, referring to where they had sat earlier. “I hope we didn’t scare you off too much.” “Oh, no. Absolutely not.” She jumped off her bed and approached him, still holding a bunch of CDs close to her chest. “I was really glad actually that you didn’t act like I’m-” She didn’t know how to put it herself. She sighed. “I don’t know. But you definitely didn’t scare me off, to answer your question.” She chuckled nervously.

He nodded and the corner of his mouth curled up. “We’re having a meeting later in the conference room. It’s… about your case, actually. We’d really like you to come, but remember it’s your decision. If you’re not ready to talk about it yet, we can wait.” She swallowed the sudden lump that had appeared in her throat. “Will, uhm… has Bruce already checked…?” “Yes. Well, he’s still on it, but he said he’ll be done by then.” “Okay. Then I’ll be there, too.”

Tony saw her nervous state, her gaze scanning everything in the room, mostly the ground, but not him. “Are you sure you feeling up to this, kid?” He was concerned. Of cause he was, everyone was. Sure, they were all curious of what they had given her, too. Of what her powers are, but they respected her privacy too much to let that thought get in the way of her healing process.

“I’m good.” She nodded and he nodded back, but before he could turn around she had to get something else off her chest.

“Mr. Stark?” He turned around again, raising a questioning eyebrow. She was staring at the ground again.

“I just wanted to tell you how much- how grateful I am that you saved me from them. I know I can’t ever thank you enough, especially since you’ve given me this room. Safety.” She gestured her arms around her, looking at everything. “I just wanted you to know that. And- and I’m very sorry for the glass that I broke and I’m sorry I hurt those people… if I could maybe apologize personally- I just didn’t know- “ “Hey. Hey, hey, shhh.” He stepped closer and interrupted her, taking the CDs out of her iron grip and placing them on the desk beside them. She looked ashamed. And he felt so guilty because technically he could’ve saved her sooner.

“You. Don’t even worry about that, alright? I’ve spoken to doctor Cho, her assistant and agent Hill. No one is holding anything against you, kid. You understand?” She still stared at the ground hesitantly while her hands opened and closed to fists at her sides. Eventually she nodded. Her cheeks were still burning.

“Look at me.” She did. “We’re all happy you’re here, don’t you assume we’re thinking any differently about that.” He laid a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll find out what happened to you and work from that. You’re our number one priority right now, okay? Nothing will happen to you here.” He cocked his head. “After all I built this thing.” He smirked and Annabelle chuckled, sniffing quietly. “And please, Mr. Stark was my father. I’m Tony to you.”

He squeezed her shoulder before letting go. “Okay, Tony.” She muttered. “We’re looking forward to seeing you. Conference room at two. If you have anymore questions, ask Friday or anyone else. They all know their way around here.” “Thanks, Tony.” “No need to thank me, kiddo. Get back to exploring. I’ll see you at two.”

The door shut behind him.

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