#sorry..just tagging him incase people want to avoid that..

[hebidem]

recent artworks of jjk!!!! i am trying to incorporate more color but it’s turning out pretty poorly

[bcofl0ve]

on nail biting and multiverse theory

austin x priscilla actress!reader | can be read as part of my series but it doesn’t have to be! | TW: infidelity, slight daddy kink dynamics if you squint, sexual overtones/implications. and it is implied that reader is at one point in an abusive relationship (NOT!!! with austin). no graphic abuse is described in detail, but the implication of some physical violence is there. fic is not worth your mental health, pls put that first ❤️

the first time austin noticed it he didn’t say anything. the second time you were sitting next to him in bed- moreso curled into his side than sitting really.

you trusted him more than anyone, but that didn’t mean you were immune to feeling like you’d been hit by a truck after a particularly churlish scene in bed. on this particular night the come down was making you lightheaded- even as austin cooed into your ear about how good you were for him, stroking through your hair.

“sorry, sorry,” you mumbled, hating that you sounded so choked up. this hormone drop really was something.

“sorry, sorry,” you mumbled, hating that you sounded so choked up. this hormone drop really was something.

austin only shook his head, bringing your hand up to press his lips to your knuckles. “nothing to be sorry about sweetie- just don’t want you messing up your pretty nails. want you to talk to me if something’s makin’ you anxious,”

the elvis drawl was thick- but it was a drawl you’d found comforting since you started. well. whatever this was.

and if you purposely let yourself cave to the impulse bite your nails around him because of how soft his voice was as he took your hand in his… that was your own secret.

- - -

but time can change so much and change it did. filming ended, you broke up- for a few reasons, austin found kaia. and 5 months later right before cannes you found one of the memphis mafia extras that was tagging along for press since his sister was a producer.

he had almost 15 years on you, more than double the age gap with austin. but you were a big girl- an adult after all. and he was attractive, a sweet talker.

a less than sweet person genuinely, you learned a little too late.

-

things went from bad to worse before you could run, so you didn’t. you remained firmly planted at his side, and were standing there when your nails found the gap between your teeth for the first time in a few months.

you barley slept the night before, and your boyfriend (a label that he tacked on rather quickly- 4 days to be exact), gave you something with your morning coffee that was supposed to perk you up. but it wasn’t working yet.

“hey, quit it.” came at the same time as his hand knocked into your wrist, grabbing it roughly away before dropping your arm unceremoniously at your side. “are you three years old?”

it wasn't the first time he'd put his hands on you, but it was the first time he'd done with it other people around- everyone milling in the lobby as you waited to have pre-press junket morning brief with baz.

your chest tightened as you glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. and austin was occupied with kaia, but when your eyes fell to luke bracey he was squinting, looking between you and the man standing at your side skeptically.

you looked away.

-

completely avoiding austin was objectively impossible. you did interviews together and it was fun, a nice distraction from the boyfriend- until he started to watch them back under a microscope.

"that's how austin looks at everyone- he has a girlfriend, incase you somehow managed to miss them shoving their tongues down each other's throats every hour of the day." you bit back after a partically snide comment. something you regretted just as quickly as the words left your mouth.

but you tempered your demeanor during the interviews anyways. and if austin noticed he didn’t bring it up. not that you were really talking much outside of ‘work’ anyways. not until memphis.

-

your stomach was in knots from the second the jet touched down- something about being in tennessee just feeling wrong.

you overheard austin and baz talking as you filed off onto the tarmac to the cars- austin making a quip about how he had a feeling being at graceland was going to make his head spin. and that he was a little glad kaia didn't tag along for this press stop because explaining all the “complicated shit” he was feeling about memphis to her would make him sound like he'd lost his mind.

you didn't think he was losing it though, not when you felt the same way.

baz had said once as the movie was wrapping up that you and austin were always going to know each other, understand each other, in a way no one else did. the remark something he said when you were tucked into his side at a 'we're almost done with this thing' cast party. remembering it now, the remark and when things were so different between the two of you, made you nauseous.

that nausea, unfortunately, lingered as the day went on.

the presley family was welcoming, and most everyone had brought family members to memphis what with the bbq get together. so there were kids weaving between people's legs, there was laughter in the air, and you almost felt guilty for feeling so out of order.

you set out to find a bathroom to take a breather in, hearing austin's voice as you crossed through the main hall.

"i broke up with my wife on these steps,"

he was kidding, kinda, but baz seemed to see through it the same way you did. you clocked a little shake of his head as he looked at austin gently. "it's just acting aust,"

if either of them saw you crossing through they didn't say anything and you found the single occupancy bathroom you'd been looking for, taking a breath as you shut the door behind you- realizing absentmindedly you hadn't had a moment alone to catch your breath for the entire press tour thus far.

not when the thorn in your side that was your boyfriend barley let you out of his sight. you'd only managed to sneak off like you did because he was thoroughly distracted by chasing his nephew around the yard. and you couldn't watch it- couldn't let yourself be jealous of a three year old watching his uncle be kinder to him that he ever was to you.

lost in your thoughts, you nearly screamed when you felt yourself being jolted by the door you had your back against swinging open, realizing a few minutes too late you'd forgotten to lock it.

your breath caught in your throat when you turned around and saw who it was. austin.

"shit, 'm sorry,"

his face was flushed as he spoke, tongue swiping over his bottom lip like it had a way of doing when he was nervous.

you took a few steps back, glancing behind austin- your heart hammering half expecting your boyfriend to be right behind him.

he wasn't.

"my fault, i didn't lock it," you supplied, biting the inside of your cheek. "and this really could've been more awkward all things considered- i just came in here to get away from all the-"

"chaos?" austin cut in mid ramble, a light chuckle leaving him. "i was actually coming to do the same thing, feel bad for not having fun but it's just so, weird feels harsh. but i don't know."

the rational part of your mind was screaming at you to give a little laugh, duck past him and end this before someone came around the corner and saw the two of you in the bathroom together.

but you couldn't remember the last time you'd talked without mics clipped to your shirts. and you’d missed him, terribly. you could admit that much too yourself.

"close the door?" flew out of your mouth before you could think better of it, and austin raised an eyebrow- but listened without hesitation, shutting it slowly and turning the lock as he stepped further into the room.

the room felt smaller with the door closed, the concern in austin's eyes as he got a good luck at you making your stomach sink.

"how are you doin'?" he asked slowly, and you blinked at the ceiling.

"you mean with being in memphis?"

it was a question you already knew the answer to, but acting a little oblivious was worth a shot anyways, you thought.

"you've been biting your nails again. noticed when we were doin’ the interviews outside." austin said, gesturing a little at where your arms were folded across your body. "remember you tellin' me it was an anxious tic.”

of course he remembered, you thought, trying to will away the feeling of your eyes stinging with tears.

"i've never done a press tour like this,"

"or had a piece of shit boyfriend like the one you have now?"

to austin's credit he looked like he regretted that within seconds of it flying out, and your eyes widening.

you found the fact that he had noticed something was wrong comforting, and yet it made your gut twist all the same.

"he's a hothead, but he's working on it." you said slowly. which earned you an empathetic "c’mon, y/n."

you could see austin's hands fidgeting as you looked at your feet, like he wanted to reach for you but was holding back,

"if you tell baz what's going on ya’ never have to deal with that prick again. you deserve better, a lot better, if you needed to hear that."

forcing your chin up to look at him, you tried to force yourself to believe the words coming out of his mouth. you wanted to- you wanted to think you deserved better than your current situation.

but at one point you thought you deserved austin, and you'd evidently been wrong about that.

it was a thought that made your chest hurt to process when he was looking at you with so much love in concern. austin was a fixer, something he likened to his parents divorce after a few too many drinks once in queensland.

but he couldn't fix this. something he appeared to be unhappy with.

"i did," you said quietly, not realizing how choked you really were until you heard how watery your voice sounded. when you hiccupped you felt a few tears rolling down your cheeks, sucking in a breath when you felt the pad of austin's thumb wiping them away.

he was holding your face so tenderly, mumbling something about he hated seeing you upset, about how it was hard for him not to just go to baz himself about what was going on. that luke had mentioned it to him in passing but they both knew they couldn't.

and it was comforting, until your vision focused enough to realize just how close austin was to your face, his hand still cupping your cheek.

"austin," you swallowed- and the way his eyes crossed over your face to your mouth should've sent you reeling backwards.

but it didn't, and you tilted your head at the same time he angled his down, your mouths colliding in the middle.

the way austin kissed you was far removed from the way you'd been kissed for the past few weeks, and almost exactly the way remembered. almost because he was being excessively gentler than he was back then.

the care in that choice wasn't lost on you.

nor was the fact that while his girlfriend was across the country, your boyfriend was probably going to be looking for you any second now. but here in the bathroom you had him, you had some sense of convoluted security, and stepping back out into real life was something you found yourself wanting to delay for as long as you could.

there was an apology on austin's tongue when he yanked back and you shook your head in his hand that he still hadn't pulled away. his thumb rubbed circles on your jaw, and your bit the inside of your cheek before you spoke.

"five minutes," you said, trying not to let your voice shake. "five minutes, and we can just pretend this never happened.”

austin seemed surprised by the sentiment, but gave you a little nod as he leaned back in.

he only pulled back after a a minute to glance between you and the bathroom sink counter behind you, waiting until your arms found their way around his neck to hoist you up onto it.

the gentleness continued to wade into being excessive, not that you minded. not when it was austin. austin cooing over how much he missed you as he slid a hand up your dress at snail pace, making sure you were okay about every eight seconds. austin kissing the side of your head when you whined into his neck, feeling a little embarrassed over how tightly you were clinging to him. austin whispering “i gotcha honey,”- making you feel like maybe you were deserving of being treated kindly. that you weren’t undeserving of that because you’d screwed up royally in a past life or something.

but there was no way to make five minutes any longer than 300 seconds. or avoid the guilt you saw lingering in his expression as he helped you pull your dress down, trying to smooth the wrinkles out of his own clothes.

“aus,” you said and he looked at you hesitantly, fidgeting with his rings. “this didn’t happen, okay?”

“i meant what i said.“ he spat out, inhaling. “you deserve better and i uh,” he continued, tripping over his words as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “i wish better could be me. really y/n, i do.”

it was his turn to sound choked up, and you found your eyes falling away from his- unable to bear the possibility you’d see tears there.

“i know,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat as you rolled your shoulders back and lifted your gaze just a little. “but maybe in another life, huh?”

“wouldn’t that be nice.”

xxx

[remakethestars]

Being Damian Wayne's Twin Sister Would Include:

Headcanons.

❝Exactly. I don't ask my dog to drive, and I don't ask the Justice League to solve my problems.❞

— Damian Wayne, Adventures of the Super Sons #9: Showdown on Hexworld

TRIGGER WARNING: Cursing, (Damian’s) death. Mentions of toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny, nightmares, blood, knives.

Headcanon masterlist.

When people ask you, “So, which one of you is the evil twin?” Damian always glowers, and you always motion to him.

You look disturbingly alike when only your eyes are showing; Damian’s got long lashes. Talia taught you a good tactic for tag-teaming in combat as kids was to pull up your hinged balaclavas and make the enemy think there was only one of you, that they’re seeing double.

Or for one of you to hang back while the other attacks as a distraction before the other knocks them out from behind.

Obviously, this won’t work when the two of you start filling out, but it works when you’re kids. It’s the reason why, even off the field, the two of you usually wear a matching outfits with hoods.

You utilize the same methods when she sends you to live with Bruce.

You don the Robin costume just like he does, much to the rest of the Batfam’s confusion (both because they weren’t expecting it and because they can’t tell you apart either), but sticking with the “red” theme, you go by Redstart.

There’s a rumor on the street that Robin V. is a meta that can teleport.

The two of you are freakishly good at mimicking the other’s voice and mannerisms, which makes it even harder for your family.

Jason tells you two about April Fools Day, and you make the most of it. Of course, Damian’s a pain in the a$$ and decides to go around pretending to be you and getting into trouble. You’re banned from the mall, and you still have no idea why. 

The two of you can communicate with just an impassive expression (Dick says it looks like a prime example of twin telepathy to anyone else), but anyone close to you knows sh¡t’s about to hit the fan when the two of you look at each other and smirk.

If it’s something you can’t communicate nonverbally, you use your cryptophasia. 

Cryptophasia is a language developed by twins when they’re learning to talk. Most of them grow out of it, you and Damian decided to keep developing it so it became more of a conlang. No one else has been taught to speak it, and they never will be. It’s for emergencies only.

Sun Tzu’s The Art of War was your Bible growing up, and the two of you call out verses when you fight together and need the other to understand a tactic (you both inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory, so you’ve got it memorized).

When you get too big to pull off the which-is-which game, you make your own costume and become the true Redstart. 

It’s basically Damian’s Robin uniform (the Super Sons’s version is the only one I’ll accept), but the boots and gloves are black, the biceps have a white stripe, the lining of the cape is white (the lining of the hood is black), the gold accents become white, it has a zipper down the front instead of clasps, and the mask becomes black (including the eyes). The waterline of the eyes is white. Like a painted redstart.

If Damian’s into animals, you’re into plants. The two of you find common ground on the fact that pollution sucks, so when you walk Titus, you take a trash bag and gloves with you to pick up litter as you go.

You did not want to go to Jon’s school. 

Not because you don’t like Jon (because you do), but because you know you could run intellectual circles around every one of those snot-nosed brats. 

School is stupid. Especially because the American education system is subpar; everything about it is.

You hardly pay attention in class. You do all of the homework a week ahead of time incase something comes up. Usually you’re doing next week’s homework in class. You’ve written entire papers on your phone in Google Docs in the middle of class to be printed out later.

If you’ve already done everything, Damian’s usually drawing and you’re daydreaming or you’re working on a case on your phone.

The teachers are always trying to catch you not paying attention, but you little sh¡ts can always answer their questions. 

Damian’s closest with Dick, but you’re closest with Tim. You admire his ability to plan ahead (see the entirety of the Red Robin comics), and you know that he’s better than both your father and your grandfather; you want to be as good as him when you grow up.

It takes a long time to wash the toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny our of your head, to learn that your grandfather’s ideas of “strength” were wrong, that it’s okay to lean on someone besides Damian, that you can be just as strong as your brother and still be feminine, that there are acceptable emotions besides anger.

Actually, your father teaches you that anger is more likely to get you killed. He won’t let you go into the field when he knows your angry.

It’s harder to drill out of you than your instinct to kill.

There’s a Lebanese restaurant called Tarbooshes (Teen Titans Special #1) the two of you go to when you’re feeling homesick. They make ox blood soup the same way your mother did, and it’s the only non-vegetarian thing Damian will eat for that very reason.

It’s nice to have a place to go where they know you by name and know what you want when you tell them “the usual.” It’s nice to have a place where you’re not a Wayne or an Al Ghul, where you’re just [Y/N] and Damian.

You disappear for an hour on your birthday to eat there. Bruce has asked you were you go, but you kept that between the two of you. 

Speaking of birthdays, you’re eleven minutes older than him. He was six pounds and ten ounces (Batman & Robin #0?), and you were a solid seven.

After Damian died, you go to Tarbooshes to feel close to him.

You were doing all right with the no-killing thing until the night Damian died.

Heretic never stood a chance.

He looked so much like Damian it gave you nightmares, though. Nightmares where you killed your twin brother and woke up sobbing.

Damian didn’t give you a speech in his last moments. He just looked over at you and said in your cryptophasia, “I’m sorry.” 

Not “I love you.” Not “Take care of them for me.” You knew that; you’d do that. He didn’t have to tell you, and he didn’t have to ask.

Just “I’m sorry.” Sorry that you were the one that was left behind.

It’s one thing to lose a family member, to lose a friend, or to lose a lover. It’s another to lose half of your soul.

The two of you had always feared you would die apart. It had always been a possibility; you weren’t stupid enough to think, “It’ll never happen to me.” Because it definitely could. 

And it had.

You wanted to run away from everything. Even just for a while. Go to one of your safe houses in London or France or whatever and just — you didn’t know — stare at the wall until you felt better? But you’d made that unspoken promise to Damian — “I’ll take care of them for you; don’t worry.” — to take care of Titus and Catfred and Jerry and Batcow and Goliath, to take care of Alfred and Bruce and Dick and Jason and Cassandra and Tim, to take care of Jon and Colin and Maps.

You avoided the cave. And if you had to go down there for some reason, you refused to look at the Robin suits.

Dick noticed. He asked if you wanted them taken down, even just for a while. You gave him a look like he was nuts and said, “No.”

Jon was a mess. More of a mess than you were, somehow. 

You’d shown up at the Kents’s. Jon was out doing Superboy things with Clark and Conner. Lois was the only one home.

You nearly scared her out of her skin when you materialized behind her and asked, “Is Jon home? It’s important.” 

He had to know first. He deserved to.

For all he put up with from you two, he deserved to be the first to know when one of you was f*cking dead.

Lois, of course, bless her heart, had the mom instincts to know that you were in no way, shape, or form okay even when you were trying so hard to hold yourself together. She asked you what’s wrong, and it’s what made you break. 

Your lip trembled. “He’s gone.”

“Who’s gone?”

“Damian,” your voice broke. “He’s dead.” 

Jon came home to find you in his living room in your Robin uniform, covered in Damian’s and Heretic’s blood, snot running down your lip, sobbing in his mothers arms and knew what happened without having to ask. He did anyway.

When you and Jon both finally passed out, your Uncle Clark flew you back to the Batcave. No one was in any condition — not even Alfred — so he carried you up to your room; took your boots, mask, cape, and gloves off; and tucked you in. Then he went to find Bruce because there was no doubt he was losing it too.

Bruce doesn’t tell you anything about trying to find a way to bring him back without the Lazarus pit because he doesn’t want to get your hopes up. 

You walk into your room one day to find Damian sitting there reading the dissertation (the requirement was three pages, not 120, but your teacher would just have to deal with your coping mechanisms) you had been working on for your World History class and left up on your laptop while on patrol. 

He said with the utmost indifference, “You’ve made some good points, Sister,” and, of course, you pulled out a knife and attacked him because this was — was — was some shapeshifting alien or hologram tech or a cruel joke — your twin was dead, this wasn’t funny, whoever did this was going to pay.

He met you blow-for-blow and flipped away from you before saying, “And here I was expecting a warm welcome,” in your cryptophasia. 

“Brother?” 

“Tt. Obviously.” 

Yeah, a college level thesis. You’re smart. You inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory and were raised by assassins.

You learned seven languages and wrote five doctoral theses by the time your teeth came in, wrote your first letter to a newspaper editor when you were two, could’ve had a geology doctorate when you were seven (Super Sons #1), and it only took you a week to learn the language on Takron-Galtos. You’re smart.

You’re also incredibly skilled. You learned to drive when you were five (Super Sons #1), your mother trained you to go for weeks without eating (Adventures of the Super Sons #6), you can micro-sleep for days and converse with half your brain asleep, can use a muscular contraction to move your liver out of the way of a blade (Nightwing #20), and can place yourself in a deep trance to heal damages caused by a hematoma (also #20).

(My dumba$$ didn’t note what Super Sons/Adventure of the Super Sons comic I was reading when I took notes, so I don’t have all of them noted in the two above bullet points. But that’s where they’re from. If I end up rereading them, I’ll edit this and add the comic numbers.)

The first time on patrol you thought Bruce was gonna die, you called him Baba. 

The next evening, when Dick came to visit the cave, he turned to you and Damian and asked, “So, which one of you called him Dad?” 

“How’d you know?” you asked. 

“He’s smiling the way he did the day I called him Tati.”

“He’s not smiling,” Damian pointed out.

“He is on the inside.”

Can we talk about how royally the Arkham Knights game screwed up Tim Drake? (Though, everything seems to screw up Tim one way or another, I guess.) Why does he look like a quidditch player in the gif above the cut?

Visit my headcanon masterlist.

DISCLAIMER ━━━ I’m a dumb white American, and I don’t know much about Arab or Romani culture other than what I’ve learned online. I hope I got it right?? If I didn’t, please drop a comment or P.M. me or something to let me know!

[genshingarbage]

I can ask for a headcannon with Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya and Childe (separately) where s/o who eats theyr lips and fingertips? (I do it very often when I’m stressed or anxious. I know it is defined as self-harm and I wanted to know how the various characters might behave in the face of this habit) sorry if I write so bad, It’s my first time asking for a story and I don’t know how to act. I love how you write and I wanted to ask this for a very long time but I was insecure whether it would be a good topic or not (I’m insecure even now, but okay).

You can also ignore the message if you want, thank you so much!

Stay safe! 🥰❤️

Ah Anon thank you for the ask! I’m gonna do a tw in the tags just incase but I tried to make this a lot more wholesome than angst because a lot of our posts recently have been angst~ I hope this helps you cope with stuff 💙 - Mod Kaeya

Reccomending this song!

Diluc

Diluc would probably view it as a bad habit he wouldn’t think much of it initially to be honest that’s just how some people cope

He’d only really worry if you were starting to really damage your lips or nails or do it in public constantly

Then he’d step in and try and discourage the behavior through anything from those nail polishes that taste bad or lip balm that helps heal your lips

The redhead is a bit of a tough love person, this applies to how he helps people as well but it won’t ever come off as he doesn’t care because it’s deeply rooted in every action he does

If you give him your reasoning behind it that would probably help him a lot in finding ways to help you cope with it

He’s not the best at calming people but he’s smart enough to know when to take you away from crowds and the basics of anxiety help because the guy has either likely had to deal with a lot of panicked people before or has had to deal with his own anxiety

So yeah you’ll probably get a lot of jokes along the lines of “I feel that.”

All in all, decent husbando he’s trying his best

Kaeya

He's an observant guy and his job is people, so he probably works out eventually that you were doing these things out of stress

More subtle, he'll hand you lip paint with medicinal properties whilst you two get ready for the day with only a coy smile as a gift

Suggestions for breaks in your schedules and deep kisses whenever he sees you during the day, tight hugs

At night he'll tend to your chewed up nails himself , slowly filing them into neat shapes and quietly painting on nail varnish to help them regain their strength

He'll often even massage your hands with lotion afterwards to soothe you

Kaeya doesn't really play nicely with people like this so it's a little hard for him but he'll do it for you as many times as it takes, he just wishes when you're anxious you'll turn to him instead of hurting yourself now

He won't go to you first though, he'll wait

Zhongli

Once he figures out why you're doing it he's going to have a lot of long talks about what causes your anxiety, some alternatives to hurting yourself to this extent and how to avoid harming yourself in worse ways

He's in no way a therapist and by no means all knowing but he's seen enough in his long life to know when someone's hurting and how to help them at least a little

He'll want you to talk, to open up if you can if not just to ease your thoughts and stop bottling things up

Gonna make tea because he's been told that's a Comfort Drink, he may also ask around on how modern mortals not freak out over every little thing

If it helps he'll share anxiety inducing moments he's had as a god and how he coped with it, if you need him to hold you say no more

He'll be patient and attenuative the whole way through

Zhongli will take over any work you have or call in sick for you just say the word, hell he'll probably wait at your work for you just so you know you have someone there with you

Childe

Has probably bitten his own nails before but more in the bad habit I Have To Chew Something regard

Won’t make a huge deal about it but will help you find other ways to cope with your anxiety if you ask him

Not really gonna know what to do I’m gonna be real so you may have to bonk him on the head if he says the wrong thing too many times, he’s a bit of a dense boy but give him time

He'll probably take you out to get manicures to fix the damage and help make some positive memories out of it because the last thing he wants is for you to look at a part of your body and you to only think negative things as a result

Will probably also get a manicure with you because he thinks it's some sort of bonding thing and a way to support you through this

Gonna remind you not to do it if he happens to see you do it

If the thing causing you anxiety happens to be a person though he's adept at handling that and is probably gonna just ask them to leave in really sugar coated words

[petersnya]

seventeen :: p. parker ::

summary :: “we’re only seventeen,” he breathed through the grin spread across his face. Cheeks red with blush while his pink lips were chapped from the cold of the snow that fell around him as he stood outside your window. || when your eyes met those honey brown ones, you felt something, but weren’t sure if he felt it too. He felt it. 10X harder.

paring :: peter parker x asgard!fem!reader

warnings :: heavy fluff tehe, teen romance// strangers>>lovers, cursing, slight smut (HEAVY make out and maybeee grinding ;) )

word count :: 2.6k (2,646)

[a/n] :: this is just a really cute idea I had and it just flew out of me. I’m IN LOVE with this and I hope u guys. Kk I think that all <3. click here to make a request!! click here to join the tag list!!

“Have you ever noticed how dull the world is?”

Your eyes were fixed on the window of the car beside you. You watched as the snow Incase the cars around you. Not being able to tare your eyes from the window, you talked to your sister, Valkyrie, with your back turned.

“It’s 'cause you’ve lived in a world of sunshine and rainbows,” Valkyrie said in a sarcastic tone and she glanced at you through the side of her eye. The two of you were in the back of a taxi, going to a location Thor Odinson had given you. After the prophetic was for filled and Asgard had been erupted into flames by Satur, the people of Asgard followed their new leader to earth. You were clueless as to where everyone went once they had adapted to life on earth while you stayed cooped up in an apartment, not having access to the outside world— until today.

Valkyrie had gotten a call from Thor saying that he needed them to come to the address he had told her.

You watched the city of Brooklyn, New York pass by flash by with all of the colorful lights and neon sign. People yelling on the side of the road with others crossing roads- horns being hooked as everyone rushed everywhere. It was chaotic, but you loved it. It was different.

“Can you stop staring and listen for once,” you turned your body around fully to face Valkyrie as you rolled your eyes. She looked at you with a blank expression before continuing.

“Remember, this isn’t Asgard. What seem normal to you is strange to mid gardens.”

“Okay okay, I get it. Is that all?”

“Whatever- just don’t embarrass yourself. Alright sis?” She held out her fist signaling for you to bump it with yours. A small smile spread across your face when you bumped fist.

“Where here,” the two of you turned forward to look at the taxi driver who looked back through the mirror. You shrugged and opened the door to leave the car.

“Hey! Missy! Where’s my money? I don’t do this shit for fun now,” he said with a raspy voice. You looked at your sister and she shrugged with a smile. You nodded as you both ran out of the car, slamming the doors.

Running side by side, you looked over your shoulder as you flipped off the driver as he honked and drove away— Valkyries laughing sounding in the air but came to sudden stop. As soon as you turned, you face came into contact with a large mans chest in your face. You slammed into him, causing you to fall back. The brown eyed girl next to you crouched over as she laugh and point at your face.

“Ahaha!- you should have seen your face dumbass!”

“Shut up,” you groaned as you sat up, a hand being held out to you. Looking up you saw that it was Thor with a big grin on face. You grabbed his hand, pulling yourself up along with his help.

“The hell is wrong with you,” you grumbled as you wiped the snow off of your clothing.

Thor chuckled as you slung his arms around the both of your shoulders, walking into the building in front of you.

“Lady [y/n], Valkyrie, welcome to the Avengers tower.”

⌫

“Stark!” Thor’s voice boomed through tower; his thick accent being herd loud and clear. You walked behind him and your sister, your figure being hidden behind them. Your arms crossed over your chest as you scanned the place over. It was nice and had lots of cool technology. You saw an averaged height, middle aged man with facial hair approaching. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand and the other tucked away in his pocket.

“Ah yes, Stark— and man of spiders— these are the girls i wanted you to meet!”

Man of spiders? You hadn’t seen anyone else walk in but you did hear A second set of footsteps.

“This is Valkyrie,” Thor said as he placed both hands on my sisters shoulder. She sent Stark a small nod and smirk. He returned it with a wave and a small ‘pleasure’.

“Annndd…where [y/n]?”

You pushed past Thor, arms still across your chest as you stood next to your older sister.

“Oh- well this is [y/n], Valkyries younger sister,” doing the same smile and nod as your sister, you gaze landed on the boy next to Stark. His eyes were already locked on you.

The boy looked around your age, seventeen in human years. His eyes were golden, honey shade of brown that matched perfectly with the mess of chocolate curls that sat on his head. His cheeks were flushed with pink as he swallowed the lump in his throat. The clothes he wore were nothing like the boys in Asgard. You had to admit, you loved how it looking on him. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes stared deeply into yours, keeping you prisoner.

You loosened your arms that were formally crossed on your chest and started to play with your finger nails, not knowing what else to do. A feeling boiled inside you that you had never felt before. It was warm, and fuzzy. It sound so cliché but it was all so true.

“Ah- well it is very very nice to meet the two of you. This is the newest avenger, Peter. Peter Parker. Who is also known as Spider-Man.” Peter didn’t say anything as he continued to stare at you, but you have averted you gaze to something else.

“Tony, I think he’s frozen,” Thor said to the man next to Peter. You snorted a laugh, hand coming to cover you mouth. Tony snapped his fingers in front of the zoned out boys face.

“Uh- oh hi! I-I’m Peter Parker.. which you knew already…sorry,” he said with a nervous smile as he looked down to avoid your direct gaze.

“Ooookay, Thor will you take them to their rooms? I’m a bit busy,” Tony said as he point with his thumb to the room behind him as he walked into it. Thor nodded with his usual smile. He clapped his hands while turned towards you and Valkyrie.

“Let go shall we?”

“I can take [y/n] to her room! I-if it’s okay… is it [y/n]?” Peter called out, his eyes landing back on you. A smirk slipped onto your lips as you walked towards him and grabbed his hand. His breath hitched at the warm contact. You tried to contain your confidence as you looked at him.

“Lead the way,” you leaned into his face, “man of spiders,” you said with a giggle. Peter’s face became red.

“I love your accent,” he gushed causing you to smile widely, looking at him through your mascara coated lashes.

Peter began to walk you turn your room, you trailing behind, hand in hand. Looking over your shoulder, you winked at your sister. She laughed as she winked back. Thor looked down at her with an arched brow as you and Peter disappeared down the hall.

“What? Don’t cock block my sister!”

⌫

Approaching a gray door with a sliver handle, Peter opened it and led the two of you inside. Looking around, you were impressed by how nice it looked. It was absolutely amazing compared to the apartment you had been in. The best part to you was that you had a corner that you could sit in with a window. You already planned on watching earth through that window.

Peter started at you as you looked around the room with a smile.

“This is amazing. Thank you for showing me my room, Peter Parker.”

He almost groaned at the sound of you Asgarden accent saying his name.

“Any time,” he breathed. Looking down you saw that your hands where still in each other’s. You smiled and glanced up at him as he looked down and saw it too.

“Mrs. Stark has a message. Lights out kiddos.”

“What the fuck was that?” Your hand ripped out of Peter’s as you looked around for you could have said that. Peter laughed and explained that it was mr. Stark’s personal virtual assistant, Friday. You sighed and laughed in slight relief.

“Uh well I’ll see you tomorrow [y/n]. Goodnight,” Peter said as he walked over to the door, as smile on his face, lighting up his already rosy cheeks. You smiled back at him with a wiggle of your fingers, “night Parker,” you said as he closed the door.

Turning around you saw that there was a whole wardrobe for you. You started to strip, tacking off the sweatshirt Thor had given you to reveal your bare chest.

The door cracked open and Peter poked his head in.

“Let me know if you need—“ he paused as he saw your bare back facing him. Your looked over your shoulder with a smile.

“Thanks, but I’m good,” you slipped a shirt you found on over your head, now looking for shorts. Peter quickly closed the door.

The curly haired boy rested his back on the door as he let out a breath he had been holding in. His mind replayed the image of you body in his head on repeat. His breathing was un even as he closed his eyes, feeling the sweats he was wearing suddenly become uncomfortable. Running his hands through his thick curls he made his way back to his room.

You were finished changing, now sitting in the corner you had spotted earlier. Your chin rested on your forearms that were leaning on the windowsill. You watched the scenery out side. Fantasizing you and Peter, running and playing in the white, fluffy snow that covered the ground. You couldn’t help but think that you were a fool. How had you fallen so fast for a boy you just met one hour ago? But you could care less. You had never felt this way before, and you intend to make it last. Peter Parker was tattooed into your brain.

And tattoos never go away.

⌫

“What up,” Peter slid into the chair next to the one you sat in. It was the evening by now. You had spent the whole day exploring the avengers tower. Talking to some of the people you saw around. You started to really enjoy it there.

Currently you were sat in the living space, reading a book a lady you had met named Natasha has given you.

“Hey man of spiders.”

“Oh I’m never gonna get tired of you saying that with that voice of yours,” Peter admits. You blush at the complement.

“What you got planned for today?”

“Nothin’” you shrug, setting down your book, looking in to his beautiful eyes that you just couldn’t get enough of. You noticed him get flustered, making you smirk.

“Ok good. Make sure you keep it like that.”

That’s all he said as he quickly walked away, not giving you a chance to answer. You laughed to yourself and went back to your book. You weren’t able to focus on it though. Your mind kept going back to Peter and how much you wanted to kiss him all over and be with him. But you kept telling yourself to wait and that the day would come. You had no idea what he had planned but whatever it was, you were more then ready.

That night you were sitting on your bed, trying to learn how to use the phone Tony had given you that morning. You were in a pair of shorts with fluffy socks and a blue and yellow hoodie that you found on the couch in the room you were in earlier that day.

You herd a loud tapping on you window, causing your head to jolt up and look to see what it was. Walking over to the window you made out the shape that was there. It was peter, but he was holding some mask and wearing a blue and red suite. You assumed that it was his suite for the avengers, remembering that when Tony introduce you, he called him Spider-Man.

Rushing over, you popped the locks and opened the window.

“What the hell dude! You scared the shit out of me,” you whisper shouted at him, causing him to laughing.

“Look, I know I met you yesterday.. and this is the most cliché thing I will ever say. But I like you. Like really really like you. So please, give me this chance?”

You smiled at his words as your cheeks heated with the blood rushing to them. You nodded your head fast, letting out a giggle.

“Oh,” he let out a deep sigh, “good. I was scared you’d say no,” you chuckled nervously.

“Never,” you said with the same smile you had when you first met.

“Best part is, I get to spend the most of my time with you. We’re only seventeen,” he breathed through the grin spread across his face. Cheeks red with blush while his pink lips were chapped from the cold of the snow that fell around him as he stood outside your window.

“Come with me,” he held out his gloved hand,”trust me.”

You took his hand you slowly pulled you through the window.

⌫

You swung around town with your legs wrapped around his waist and you arms around his neck. Small screams leaving your lips whenever you would look down.

Peter landed onto of a very tall tower, letting you slip from his grasp. You stood and gazed at the breath taking view. City lights flashed all around you, cars honking and speeding past. The night sky dark. But the best part was the snow. Everything was covered in the thick white snow. Lifting your head you looked up into the sky at the snow that fell onto you face. Laughing escaped your lips and you spun around and ended up in Peter’s arms once agin.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I forgot you only had on shorts- and my hoodie,” the last part came out in a whisper.

You let a soft smile form, “I’m for Asgard. I can handle a little cold.”

“God I can’t get enough of you,” Peter said as he let his gloved hand slip around you neck as his other went to the small of your back, pulling you hips in to meet his.

Your hands rested on his biceps as one came up to the back of his head. The two of you stared at each other in comfortable silence.

“I really, really wanna kiss you right now.”

“Oh please do it man of spiders,” you both laughed for a second before Peter pulled you in for your lips to meet with his.

Your lips moved in-sync, like they were meant for each other. You felt his thumb slide across your chin before his lips parted from yours. Peter put his thumb on you lower lip, pulling it down as he smiled.

He moved his mother closer to yours, sticking out his tongue, letting it explore every part of your mouth it could reach before letting your lip go, allowing you to kiss back. You moaned into his mouth as you raised your leg to wrap around his waist. He grabbed the back of your thigh and raised it, squeezing it gently. Your lips trails off of his and to his ear as you started you grind you core onto his cock hard.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned into his ear, causing him to groan. His hands traveled to your ass, snaking and groping it.

That’s how you knew he wanted what you wanted just as bad. And oh man did you love being in love, young, dumb and seventeen.

Should I make a part 2… ;) lmk

[germvity]

rises the moon

leon s kennedy x reader // 3 // hell's comfort

"come sit down, jill. we'll explain." leon gestures to the cot as you rest your head on his bicep. "sure." jill shrugs, following the two of you in, and settling down on the other end of the makeshift bed. when leon sits with his back against the wall, you curl up into his side, still uncertain of jill's company as the blonde speaks to her about what he's gathered so far.

genre: angst with comfort, fluff <3

tags: leon being a sweetie/protective, he wants to help, jill still may be ooc im sorry :(, big bully david >:(, there will be bullying in this chap, the entity (tm), leon literally being a big puppy, cuddles!, biggie slow burn. the entity literally just vibing. handcuffs 🥵, fighting

warnings: bullying + violence, fighting, crying, angst

---

jill had left to think already, leaving the two of you alone. both she and leon wanted to help you, but you don't know how they could when it was you (and leon) against the world here. "c'mon, you must be hungry." leon smiles, offering you his hand when he gets up. "not really.." you mumble, avoiding his soft gaze. "really? you haven't eaten since... well i'm not sure but you haven't eaten yet! let's keep your strength up." leon says, taking your smaller hand in his and leading you in the direction of the campsite. "wait! i don't wanna go there..!" you cry, jerking backwards to your shack, pulling leon with you. "okay, okay." leon grabs your arms to give them soothing rubs as he hushes you incase anyone hears your panic. "you wait in the shack, and i'll go get us some food, yeah?" the officer smiles but you refuse to let him go so easily. "can't we wait a little longer..?" you pout and leon sighs. "no, i'm making it my duty to take care of you, and that includes making sure you eat." he says, letting go of you to take your hands. "i'll keep you safe. i promise." you can't help but give in, following leon towards the campsite reluctantly.

you tense at the sight of the others, but they didn't see you or leon, too busy wrapped up in conversations. "come on whilst they're unaware." leon whispers, leading you to the fake kitchen area the entity had set up. a pot of oatmeal bubbled, and you grimaced at the sight and smell of it. "hmm.. there has to be something around here..." leon hums to himself, letting go of you to search around. "leon.." you whine at the sound of footsteps, grabbing his arm to hide behind him. "what?" he whispers back, turning to the door where claudette stood.

leon's stomach sank as she stared at you. she opened her mouth to say something but leon cut her off. "please, don't tell the others. we're just getting some food and we'll leave." he raises his hand as if claudette was a feral animal, trying to show that neither of you were a threat. claudette hesitates, glancing over her shoulder at the campsite before looking back at the two of you. "david!" she called, and leon cursed under his breath. "i'm sorry..." she whispers before leaving. "what?!" the brit yells, his eyes darkening at the sight of you and leon. "well, well.. look who's in our camp." he spits, crossing his arms. your breathing picks up and you grasp leon's sleeve tightly. "david." leon straightens up his posture, pulling you fully behind him. "what ya got there, rookie?" david taunts, jumping to try and get to you but leon moves with him, hiding you affectively. "leave them alone, king." leon demands, voice harsh.

the fighter laughs loudly, and your stability crumbles at the sight of the whole camp staring at you. "leon.." you whisper, voice wavering. "where've you two been anyway? off fucking somewhere i presume." david sneers, trying to take another lunge at leon, but the officer is quicker, still trying to keep you away from your harasser. "leon..!" you whimper again but it falls on deaf ears as leon argues with david. "you're wrong actually. unlike you i actually care for the people around me. that's why i'm a much better person than you." leon shoots back, and david snaps, swinging for the blonde.

leon ducks, pushing you out the way as he tackles david. the fight escalates as the camp gathers round, some cheering on leon whilst the majority egged on david. "leon!" you yelp, shrinking back with cowardice despite your burning desire to help him. you gasp as arms tighten around your waist, pulling you away from the fight. "leon!" you wail again, catching the blonde's attention as he punches david. "y/n!" leon yells, going to scramble after you but is stopped by david grabbing his ankle and pulling him back for more.

twisting around, leon's boot found david face as he kicks the other man away, turning back around to scramble to get you, but you were already gone. "shit." leon hisses, not seeing how jill was running off in your direction. david's nose poured with blood as he groans, getting up to swing at leon. catching his wrist, the blonde quickly detains the fighter, handcuffing him before stumbling off into the tree line to try and find you.

you whimper as jake sets you down on a fallen tree, letting him ruffle your hair. "you alright?" he asks softly, and you shake your head no. "uhh..." jake glances back at the campsite through the trees. "hold it, asshole!" a female voice snaps, and jill emerges through the brush. "jill!" you yelp, getting up to latch onto your new friend. "cool, i was just leaving." jake shrugs, trudging back to the camp. "are you alright." jill asks as she glares at jake. "leon... where's leon?" you whimper as jill sits you back down. "don't worry about him, are you alright?" jill asks, cupping your face with her hands, wiping away any tears with her thumbs. "y/n! jill! thank god." leon gasps as he hurries to you. "are you alright?" leon asks desperately as he searches you for wounds. "they seem fine, just a bit shaken." jill answers for you. you cling to leon tightly, crying against his neck as he scoops you into his arms. "it's alright. i'm okay. i'm sorry that went down, i should of had you wait in your shack." leon sighs, holding you tight. "i'm gonna go check on everyone, try and keep the peace." jill stands, ruffling leon's hair before leaving. "thanks." leon calls after her and the woman only salutes over her shoulder as she walks away.

"leon.." you whisper, voice hoarse. "i'm here." the blonde assures you, pulling away to wipe your tears. "i'm sorry he did this to you.." you frown, cupping leon's bruised face as shakes his head. "don't apologise for that asshole." leon says sternly. "it wouldn't of happened if i wasn't there! i'm sorry." you whimper, pressing your forehead against leon's for comfort as he sighs. "none of this is your fault. i'm gonna fix all of this, alright?" leon whispers, pulling your head away from him as he looks at you. you look unsure, but nod. you trust him fully and he knows it. he also knows that you both have the same idea, and leon can't help but sneak a glance at your lips as you grow a little closer to him. "leon..?" you mumble, and he smiles, pulling you a closer and closer.

"my sincerest apologies for interrupting, but i have some news." a shadowy voice interrupts and the two of you jump, leon pulling you into his chest protectively. "who's there?" he demands, searching for the voice. "i'm here." the entity purrs, deep voice rumbling in your ears. "no one is in trouble. it was quite amusing to watch your performance but mr. kennedy..." the god trails off as leon looks up at the dark sky. "i'm sorry to say that your handcuffs are being confiscated until i know you wont do this again." it says, dangling leon's cuffs above his head with a sharp claw. "i won't. i was forced to." leon reminds the entity that he started nothing, and you can practically hear the entity thinking. "i suppose so, but it is still unacceptable." the entity says, voice ever so calm. "what, and bullying your teammates isn't?!" leon snaps, standing to try and snatch his handcuffs back. "mr. kennedy..." the voice warns as it raises his handcuffs higher. "you're a monster. an absolute joke. when i figure out how to kill you, i swear-"

"mr. kennedy." the entity silences him with a firm snap and leon falls into silence. you glance at him nervously as more claws descend, grasping leon out of your hold and hauling him up like he weighed nothing.. "might i remind you that nothing can kill me. i am a god. i am your god. your pathetic little threat won't go unnoticed but for now i'm feeling generous as you are new, and most newcomers feel the same way." the entity's voice sends chills down your spine as you stare at leon anxiously. "i will grant you your handcuffs after fifteen successful trials. then you shall receive them. until then, i shall bid you farewell." the entity suddenly drops the blonde who lands on his back with a pained grunt.

"asshole.." leon hisses as the entity takes it's leave. "leon! are you alright." you rush to pamper the blonde as he sits up. "i'm fine, don't worry." leon flushes red, getting up and offering you his hand. "come on, lets get some rest, hm?" he smiles, and you take his hand to follow him into the woods.

[mizelophsun11]

Mizeloph's Tale Chapter 3

Pairing - The pairing right now is General Kirigan x OC Sun Summoner and then will move forward to Kaz Brekker x OC Sun Summoner

Summary - The Sun Summoner has been found! The unlikely orphan from Ketterdam seems to hold the most important power. She must figure out how she fits into the world now that everything has changed for her. A new life is thrusted upon her and she will have to figure out how she will take it all in.

Word Count - 1698

-

Anna groaned, opening her eyes trying to figure out what was going on. One moment she had been in complete darkness and now she had a Healer kneeling over her. She tried to look over where she last remembered seeing Mal and Alina, she gasped in pain as the Healer continued to work on her.

“Hold on, your collarbone is fractured” she said and worked to heal her collarbone and anything else that Anna needed done

“Wait, Mal.. Alina.. One is a tracker and the other is a map maker, where are they?..” she struggled to speak

“First army goes to medical now please try to stay still” the Healer said and continued to look for anything else that might be broken

Zoya approached them “we have to bring her to General Kirigan’s tent”

“I am not done healing her” the Healer countered

“You can go with her, General Kirigan needs to see her now” Zoya said

The Healier finished making sure that Anna felt comfortable then she was taken to General Kirigans tent. Anna was still slightly out of it, she felt like she had been drained of all of her energy. As she approached the black tent with the guards holding her arms she was amazed by what she saw inside but was also scared. All of this had to be a mistake, she shouldn’t be here, after all she was just a map maker who only had a few years of combat training under her belt.

General Kirigan turned around from looking at the map on the table “what are you?”

“Um.. I am a map maker sir, that's all”

The Grisha in the tent giggled at her response, Anna felt self conscious about her answer but she was telling the truth “Quiet” General Kirigan commanded, everyone stopped laughing “so what actually happened? Zoya? You manned the main sail” he looked over to her

“We were attacked barley two marks in, someone lit a lantern” Zoya replayed the events out loud and in her mind

“And?” General Kirigan asked

“It was her” Zoya answered, point to Anna “she created the light that killed the swarming volcra”

“Our mapmaker.. Is it true? Can you summon light? Where did you grow up?” he looked back over at Anna, with every piece seeming to fall into place, this girl seemed to be at the center of it all

“I don’t remember having a family, I spent a lot of time on the streets of Ketterdam trying to survive, but when I was around 10 Duke Keramsov took me back to his orphanage across the Fold” Anna had never talked much about her childhood, but here she was telling a stranger

“Hmm, and when were you tested?” General Kirigan knew that she had not been tested before, but he wanted to know why from her

“Well, when I was brought over I was past the age of when they would normally test children so on testing day I would be shoved away into a room where they would lock me in there until the testers left” Anna knew that didn’t sound good, but it was the truth and honestly she was glad because then she would not be separated from her friends.

General Kirigan nodded, he was angry about the treatment Anna had when Grisha testers came to the orphanage she had grown up in, but he would fix their mistakes now “If you have never been tested, let us just make certain” he walked up to her taking his claw ring off his pinking and onto his thumb “roll up your sleeve” he summoned shadow into the tent

She rolled her sleeve up, there was nothing she would have to be nervous about. In the moment, she didn’t feel scared, it was as if General Kirigan made her feel less afraid with his presence. Anna had only felt something like this once but, that had been a long time ago when she had a certain boy at her side until he had disappeared. He pulled her sleeve up just a little bit more and used his claw ring to cut her arm and from that wound a burst of pure light came out lighting up the tent and going through the top, everyone in the camp would be able to see. Anna could not believe what she was seeing, pure sunlight was coming out from her arm. General Kirigan smiled at her, seeing the amazement in her eyes, after a bit longer he closed off the cut which stopped the light from coming.

“Ivan” General Kirigan called for him “take her to my coach, I want as many armed guards with her at all times until she is safe behind the walls of the Little Palace”

“Yes sir” Ivan called a few guards over and they ushered Anna out of the tent and towards General Kerrigan's coach.

“Wait, I want to see my friends before I leave, please!” Anna had not seen them since everything went down inside the Fold, they had been taken to medical already by the time she woke up

“No, we have to get you to the Little Palace right now, the sun is beginning to set and there is no doubt every enemy who knows of your existence will be after you now” Ivan kept trying to get Anna to the coach, but she kept trying to fight them

As they approached the coach there was a Healer standing there where he went to make sure Anna was completely healed and took care of the cut on her arm. The Healer then took off his Kefta and gave it to her, she didn’t take it right away but he insisted. It would keep her safe during her journey to the Little Palace.

“Please I just want to make sure my friends are alright” Anna pleaded one more time before they left

“Like I have said, we need to leave now, we must start our journey, we can’t waste a moment. You don’t understand that by now every Shu Han assassin and Fjerdan spy will be after you” with the sun beginning to set in the west and to avoid any danger they would have to leave now while they had some natural cover

Anna knew that she could not fight Ivan and the guards off forever and was about to get into the coach when she saw Mal and Alina trying to make their way over to her “Mal! Alina!” she stepped down and went to run to them but was stopped by another Heartrender

“Miss Mizeloph we have to leave now” Fedyor commanded holding onto her arm

“Anna!” They yelled trying to get closer but where stopped by guards

“Please I need them” she was exhausted, this day had been very draining for her and just a few minutes with her friends would mean the world to her

“I am sorry but you cannot, we must leave now” Fedyor with the help of Ivan were finally able to get Anna into the coach

Once she was shoved into the coach and it started to move, Anna found the back window and pulled the curtains back. She yelled to her friends as she saw them trying to get past the guards to catch up, but there was no way possible for them to get close as the coach left. Once they got farther away from Kribirsk Anna sat down and looked at the two Heartrenders. She sighed and held the Kefta close to herself, so much was running through her mind. Only moments ago she was just another map maker, to now discover she was the legendary Sun Summoner. As the coach continued to move, Anna looked out the window to see the rising moon in the sky, lanterns had been lit to be able to see where they were going.

“So.. I know you are Ivan, who are you?” Anna looked back at the other Heartrender

“My name is Fedyor, and I am sorry about earlier, but we had needed to leave, it is dangerous for you now out in the open and we could not waste a moment to get you to Os Alta behind the walls of the Little Palace”

“Yeah.. I just, this isn’t normal, people coming after me like this. Even in Ketterdam I was never really sought after” Anna went back to looking out the window

“Well they will, if you are truly the Sun Summoner you are the key to taking down the Fold and the Fjerdan and Shu Han will make sure that they will give it their all to make sure that does not happen” Ivan said while looking out the window

“You are after all a hope to our country, it was Grisha who created the Fold and if one can destroy it then maybe.. We could finally be free of its burden, we would no longer be hunted because of who we are'' Anna looked at Fedyor once he was done talking to see that he had a small smile on his face, for him there was hope

Anna looked between the two men and knew that there was so much more to being a Grisha that she did not understand. Just yesterday she had been complaining about how the Grisha at Kirbisk wanted more space to train. However, they had not always had those luxuries, they had once been hunted and in reality they wanted to be treated like others. Grisha could practice the small science at their will, there should be no reason for them to be called witches and hunted until they are all dead. Now that Anna was Grisha she feared that she would now be hunted, always with a pair of eyes over her shoulder to try and survive. She sighed and realized that this would be a long journey, it would be a good idea to get some shut eye before her life changed forever at the Little Palace. Anna closed her eyes and was able to fall asleep pretty quickly, she had started to feel safe with Ivan and Fedyor, knowing they would protect her.

-

Author Note - I would like to send another big thank you to everyone who has liked my story and left a post! I also wanted to address a question someone had and thought it would be good for everyone to know, Anna is the only Sun Summoner in this story. Just incase anyone else was wondering about that there is the answer. I will be continuing to post chapters and if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know! I would be happy to add you!

Tag List - @rika90 @itsemy01 @hotleaf-juice @teatimeforusreaders @benbarnes-supremacy @graciefullygracie @aleksanderwh0r3

[buckyskorpion]

11 hours - part five

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: bucky is the mystery you can’t wait to solve. if you can get out of his bed long enough, that is. a biker au.

Warnings: gang-typical violence, sex scenes, alcohol mentions, probably more to come so stay tuned

A/N: alright things escalated VERY QUICKLY but shit had to go down sometime. i hope you enjoy! and sorry for the delay, i really been goin thru it recently. this part is 7k to make up for it lmao i wont be taking tags for this so please dont ask.

title taken from 11 hours by wet | playlist | my ko-fi

masterlist

It’s a big day. You had held Bucky’s hand as you stood in the doorway to his apartment, playing with his rings so you didn’t have to meet his eyes. You were nervous, not because you didn’t trust Bucky but because with every secret spilled you felt like a layer of your skin was being peeled away. But you’d held his hand and told him to pick you up tonight from your office. You handed him your business card, a physical embodiment of trust you hadn’t given to anyone else. It wasn’t your apartment address, sure, but it was something and Bucky held the card with the biggest, boyish grin on his face that melted your heart.

The real reason you’re so nervous is because if whoever followed you from Bucky’s apartment is following Bucky, then they’ll follow him right to your office door. You’d had a long talk to yourself in the bathroom mirror the other night, however, and decided you weren’t going to let a hypothetical stalker ruin yet another relationship for you. Not that stalkers are common in your life, but using any excuse to distance yourself and cut people out is most definitely your regular MO. Not this time.

That being said, stalkers aren’t common in your life so you are, understandably, fixated by it. You are sure it has something to do with Bucky because you don’t believe in coincidences and the guy literally followed you from Bucky’s apartment. The big question is, was the stalker after Bucky or were they after you? Since you have next to nothing to go on, you aren’t exactly on your way to answering that one yet. But you’ll get there, eventually, and you’ve got some ideas.

In the meantime, you wait for Bucky and attempt to tidy your organised mess. He’s meant to show up at seven on his bike, but seven is going on eight and he’s yet to show. You try not to picture the worst or convince yourself you’re being stood up, even though that’s what it feels like. The one time you give out personal details and he doesn’t show. That would be your luck. You kick a filing drawer closed a bit too harshly, the metal clanging loud in your deafeningly silent office. Whatever. It’s not like anyone is left in the building to judge you because Bucky is over an hour late and every other office in the place is long empty.

You water your desperately dry indoor plants, even the one on top of your bookshelf - a testament to how hard you’re trying to distract yourself from the imminent heartbreak. You stand on tiptoes on your swivel chair to reach the crispy fern, something your dad would yell at you for if he could see you, but he can’t so you just pray the wheels don’t slip out from under you. It’s a very precarious precision for you to be in when someone bangs your office door open and stumbles inside, that’s for sure. You nearly break your entire body falling from the chair, but catch yourself on the bookcase before any real damage can be done.

The invader slams the door shut behind them, making you flinch once again as you spin around to face your would-be attacker. Only it's not someone breaking and entering - it’s Bucky, panting heavily and bleeding from his temple while he turns slowly on his heel and assesses every corner of your tiny office for threats.

“Bucky?” you call out, hesitant to approach and startle him incase it’s not your office that he’s seeing. His dog tags hang out the neck of his t-shirt when they’re usually always carefully tucked under the fabric, and you notice now he’s not just bleeding from his head but somewhere under that shirt as well. He looks over at your voice and it takes a second for him to focus properly on you, shoulders visibly slumping, closing the space in three quick strides.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, pulling you bodily into a crushing hug. You wrap your arms around his waist, carefully holding him in case he’s got even more injuries you can’t see, but he squeezes you so tight you find it hard to breathe. He has one arm around your shoulders, that hand tangled in your hair and he presses your head into his shoulder. You feel him nose into the hair at the crown of your head, breathe in deep, let it out in shudders.

“You’re hurt,” you say into his t-shirt, and he shakes his head while still pressing his face into your scalp.

“M’fine, s’just blood,” he mumbles, barely coherent, so you let it go for the moment. You let him hold you and you hug him back, splaying your palms flat against his back and pressing him impossibly closer to you.

Eventually, you peel yourself from him in order to give him a once over. He smiles down at you like he’s amused, but you hardly find the situation funny when Bucky’s blood is literally all over you, now. You take his hand and make him sit on your swivel chair, spinning uselessly in the middle of the room from where it slid out from under you and rolled away. There’s a first aid kit in a box near the window, because you can never be too careful, and you take to soaking gauze in alcohol solution instead of speaking. You don’t trust what would come out of your mouth right now, anyway.

Luckily, Bucky fills the silence for you. He bites his lip as he looks over at you, taking in the tense set of your shoulders and jerky movements as you dig around for bandages. Then he says, “I got caught up, I really am sorry.”

You nod, but you still don’t speak. Instead you grab your supplies and move over to Bucky, avoiding his eyes as you assess the one wound you can see. Bucky has a thin cut from the corner of his eye to his hairline, shallow but bleeding profusely due to the thin skin there. You suck in a deep breath and start dabbing the soaked gauze on the wound, outside to inside, watching as the white turns coppery red with every swipe. Your stomach twists at the sight, and to your horror, you find you could almost cry.

“Doll,” Bucky says, eyebrows creasing up as if he’s just as upset as you feel. He hooks one big hand around your thigh, tugging until you let him manhandle you onto his lap. “I mean it, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“I don’t care that you were late,” you snap, clenching your jaw until you can get your flash of frustration under control. You drop your hand from his face, curling up further onto Bucky’s lap despite yourself as his arms come round to hug you to his chest. His bloodstained, most likely injured chest. You take a deep breath and ask, “What happened?”

“You wanna know?” Bucky asks. When you finally meet his eyes he doesn’t seem to be shutting down, shutting you out like you expect when it comes to talking about Bucky’s biker lifestyle. He just looks sad, and you let yourself soften just a bit to run your fingers down his jaw.

Bucky’s eyes flutter closed when you touch him, and you say, “I already told you - I just wanna know. No secrets.”

“No secrets,” Bucky affirms, smiling as he opens his eyes again. The corners are tight, though, as he starts to explain. “One of the things we do - the gang, y’know - is run protection details. Me and Sam were on it, supposed to be a simple job, but we got shitty intel and ended up having to fight our way out of a crappy spot. We got out, finished the job, but it definitely didn’t go to plan. ”

“Protection for what?” you ask. This is the most open Bucky has ever been when talking about his gang, so you’re not going to pass up this opportunity for a bit more information.

“For who,” Bucky corrects, smiling at you like he knows what you’re doing. He starts stroking up and down your shoulder blades as he talks, soothing the both of you it seems. “Rich businessmen, low-level politicians, mob affiliates - anyone who’s got a target on their back and need to get from point A to point B. They’re easy jobs for us ex-army guys and they pay well.”

“Better pay than fixing cars, I bet,” you say. Your attempt at levity works and Bucky grins. The way it makes his face turn young and open is so at odds with the trickle of blood down his cheek.

“Gotta be able to pay for your drinks somehow,” he says, and you slap his shoulder. He mock-winces and says, “Hey! I’m bleeding, ya gotta be nice to me.”

“Don’t gotta do shit,” you mumble, reminding you to press the gauze you’re still holding back on the wound on his temple to stem some of the bleeding. He hisses for real this time, the sting of the alcohol probably burning a bit, especially so close to his eye. You press a kiss to his cheek and in apology and Bucky hums, tightening his grip around your body to hold you close again.

“M’sorry I ruined our night,” he says, “I wish I could promise it won’t happen again, but I can’t.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you say, and he meets your eyes, slightly confused. You smile and say, “Not when you’re hurt. I know what I signed up for, I just want you to be ok.”

“What if, one day, I’m not ok?” Bucky asks, serious now, and you take your time before you answer him. His cut is clean of dried blood, and it’s stopped oozing any more. You doubt it’ll get infected so you should bandage it up but you can’t make yourself move from Bucky’s lap. Not just yet.

“I’ll fix you up,” you say. “That’s what we’re doing, right? Taking care of each other.”

Bucky blinks, once, as if allowing your words to download in his brain like a data file. Then he kisses you. He slides a hand up to cradle your head and presses soft, slow kisses to your lips like he’s got all the time in the world. He came storming in like a hurricane but now you’re in the eye, calm and quiet settling over you both as you cup his jaw and kiss into him all the tenderness you're too afraid to say. You mend his bleeding head and adrenaline-addled heart while he soothes your fear. Taking care of each other, and it feels nice to let someone else do that for once.

You know what Bucky is leaving out. The I hurt people admission, the fact he might have killed someone tonight, that the blood on his shirt isn’t just his. You really thought you’d care more - about the not knowing, about the truth of it, about everything. But he’s breathing and alive underneath you, trailing kisses and stubble burn from your mouth to your cheek to your temple, and all of those superfluous details become white noise. You’re surprised to find the simple fact that Bucky is alright is enough to supersede all the gaps you would usually itch to fill.

Bucky spins you both, tucking your legs up closer so you don’t overbalance as he looks around your office in a dizzying circle. A spike of nerves makes you feel sick for a second but Bucky smiles as he looks around, like he’s pleased with this part of your life he’s been able to see, and it makes you feel less afraid.

“This is where the magic happens, huh?” he asks, and you laugh at his teasing. “It’s very normal.”

“What did you expect? Like ‘Sherlock Holmes’ or something?” you ask. Bucky shrugs, mouth twitching like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Maybe,” he says, then squints at you like he’s considering something. “So, no violin?”

“No violin, and no Mrs Hudson. I make my own tea,” you say, grinning up at Bucky even though he’s being stupid.

“Yeah, right,” Bucky snorts, “Pour your own wine, you mean.”

“Are you calling me a drunk?” you gasp, reeling back from Bucky and almost sending yourself off his lap and onto the floor. Bucky grips you tighter, laughing at the offence written all over your face, and then extracts an arm to point meaningfully at the half empty bottle of red by the side of your desk.

“The evidence speaks for itself,” he says. You fold your arms in a huff, if only to have him kiss the top of your head in a silent apology.

“You stick to the gang stuff, I’ll stick to the investigating,” you huff, and Bucky kisses you again until you wipe the frown from your face.

“Alright, smart girl,” he says. He stands, holding you up like it’s nothing and you can’t deny how hot that is, even if he is being condescending to you right now. He sets you down on your feet and smooths out your jacket, the warmth of his hands seeping through the leather as they pass over your shoulders and down your arms. He links his fingers into one of your hands, smiling down at you, and says, “Can we rain check dinner? I think I need a shower.”

Bucky stands unnaturally close to you as you lock up your office and head out, scanning the street while you lock the back door and set the alarm system for the building. He takes your hand wordlessly and leads you to his bike, parked haphazardly on the sidewalk and just begging for a ticket. He hands you a helmet but is looking over your shoulder, not at you, and both of those things are worrying - you’ve never known Bucky to wear a helmet, let alone offer you one. You didn’t know he owned one. You feel fidgety, your skin crawling like you’re being watched, and Bucky must feel it too because he’s a bit rough in manhandling you onto the bike as quickly as possible.

“Bucky,” you say, and he twists around to give you a clinical once over - much like you’d done to him when he’d come to you bloody and breathless. You feel sick to your stomach, guilt and fear twisting in your gut, as you ask, “Do you think someone followed you here?”

Bucky’s face is impassive, but you’d like to think you know him well enough to read the tick by the corner of his eyes as a silent, muttered, shit. He licks his lips and says, “I can’t know the answer to that for sure.”

“But there’s a chance,” you say, and your heart is hammering so loud you barely hear your own voice. If someone finds your office then they find you, and the carefully constructed bubble of anonymity you’ve created is shattered in the space of a second. But you knew that, that’s what Bucky asked you on his couch - will you stay? Knowing Bucky is the antithesis of your comfort zone, will you stay anyway?

“Nothing is going to happen to you,” Bucky says definitively. You scan his eyes for trace of a lie but there is none. Bucky’s jaw is set, and he reaches up to grip your chin and hold your gaze on his, making sure you hear him. “Just like you said - we take care of each other. I’ll always take care of you.”

You let out a shaky breath, one you hadn’t known you’d been holding, and Bucky kisses the trill of fear away. You feel like you’ve dived off a cliff face, Bucky holding your hand all the way down the precipice of trust you’d promised yourself you’d never cross. But Bucky promises he’ll take care of you and god, it’s stupid but you want him to. You want his to be the arms you land in at the end of this free-fall. Even if, given who Bucky is, that’s the most dangerous place to be.

“Speaking of no secrets,” you say, more of mumble into his mouth than anything. Bucky pulls away, adorably puppy-like look of confusion on his face, and your stomach twists with guilt. “Remember the night of the party? At Sam’s bar?”

Bucky nods. He’s twisted uncomfortably on the seat of his bike and the helmet you’ve yet to put on is digging in o your stomach where you’re holding it. This isn’t the best place to be having this conversation but Bucky’s promise has made you brave, and if you don’t go against your own word now you never will. Not once have you ever spilled details of a case before you’d cracked it. This isn’t a case, you have to remind yourself. This is your life.

“That morning, when I left,” you say, omitting the fact it’s the first time you ever used his front door and will most certainly be the last, “someone followed me from your building. I shook them off, but they were waiting for me to leave and I don’t know if they were casing your apartment or if they were there for me, or what. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you, I just-“

“You just what?” Bucky doesn’t sound angry. Worse, he sounds cold. Shut down, clinical, and the way his face has pinched off makes your heart break.

“I didn’t know if I could trust you,” you say, looking down at your lap to avoid the way he’s looking at you like a stranger. Saying it out loud makes it sound so much worse, but it’s the truth and Bucky deserves that at least. “To be honest, I’m still not sure. But I want to. If I’m going to trust anyone, I want it to be you.”

It’s several moments before you’re brave enough to meet Bucky’s eyes again. He is coming back to you slowly, the shutters pulling up from his eyes as confusion seeps out. He scans your face and says, “Usually I would tell you that’s a really stupid idea, but I think you already know that.”

“Stupid ideas are kind of my thing,” you say, and that makes Bucky smile. Relief is bone deep, hits so hard you could slump from the bike in a pile of goo. He’s not mad. In fact, he leans forward in what must be a truly uncomfortable twist to press his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, breathes in deep. You follow suit, so ridiculously relieved you still get to do this while simultaneously trying to control the adrenaline rush from handing over what feels like you’re entire life to someone else.

All your life it feels like it’s always been you versus the world. Your dad raised you that way, to rely on no one but yourself so you can never be let down, not even him. It feels wrong on a cellular level to trust Bucky like you are so blindly doing. Every instinct screams at you to run, to figure this out on your own, that Bucky would normally be one of your main suspects in a regular case. But here you are, showing Bucky all your cards, hoping against hope that you won’t live to regret it.

“No more secrets,” Bucky says, and you nod. You feel his eyelashes tangle with yours as you move, pressed so close like this, and you open your eyes to stare at the veiny lids covering his. “Next time someone follows you, you tell me.”

“Yes sir,” you say, grinning at the warning pinch he gives to your hip.

“Let’s go to the shop,” Bucky says, pulling away from you and turning back to gun his bike to life. “The guys can help us figure this stalker shit out.”

“The guys?” you ask, and your chest does something painfully restrictive at the thought of letting more people in. “As in, everyone? Like, your gang?”

Bucky laughs, like the way you say ‘gang’ is so goddamn amusing, and throws you one last look over his shoulder. You tug the helmet on as he revs the bike, suddenly regretting every other time you’ve gotten on this thing without one, as Bucky says, “Yeah, doll, my gang. That’s kinda the whole point - we help each other out.”

You hadn’t really thought of it like that before. Truthfully, your mind had been filled with shady drug deals and bloody fights, turf wars and tattoos and angry men on bikes. Bucky’s friends and the nights you’ve spent with them seem like a different world, the joy and love entirely removed from the illegal life Bucky leads outside of your reach, but you have to remind yourself - they’re one and the same. Your Bucky cannot be removed from the biker you’ve been kept seperate from.

Clinging to Bucky’s waist, you say, “Sounds very after school special for a gang, tough guy.”

You can practically see Bucky grinning just by looking at the back of his head as takes off, the streets of Brooklyn peeling away as heads for White Wolf Mechanics. Your anxiety and fear sheds off as well, floating away in strips down the tarmac like an outer layer of skin. You feel vulnerable, all new and exposed as you hold Bucky close so you don’t fall. That’s what makes it feel bearable - Bucky’s back against your cheek, the hand he places over yours against his stomach when you pull up at a red light. His promise, echoing under the rumble of the bike beneath you. I’ll always take care of you.

~~~

The shop looks closed from the outside, but you can hear a low bass-line from the street and people laughing somewhere inside. Bucky brings you round the back, the roller doors out front closed this time, and into the back rooms you’d yet to see since that first visit a few weeks ago. To your left you see what must be Bucky’s office, but the room he tugs you to looks more like a bachelor pad living room than a mechanics break room.

Sam and Steve lay sprawled on leather couches, beers open on the coffee table made of old crates stacked together. The Killers pumps through a very, very nice sound system which Natasha is quietly singing along to where she lays on top of the pool table, legs kicking off the edge to the beat. Her beer rests on her stomach, rising and falling with every breath, and she doesn’t even raise her head as she waves at the two of you entering. Sam lifts the icepack from his eye to look at you, grinning wide, and kicks Steve in the shin to get his attention.

“Barnes is back,” he says, rolling his eyes as Steve blearily blinks awake from what was clearly an unplanned nap. Steve focuses on you and Bucky, eyebrows drawn down in confusion, and Sam adds, “and he’s brought his girl.”

“Shouldn’t you be at dinner or something?” Steve asks, then seems to remember himself and smiles all big and perfect at you. “It’s great to see you again, by the way.”

“Quit brown-nosing, it’s embarrassing,” Sam says, and throws his icepack at Steve’s head. He swats it away, squawking at the wetness it leaves behind on his hand and cheek, which makes Sam grin.

“I need a beer for this,” Bucky mutters so only you can hear, which makes you smile. You lead the way to the minibar in the corner, right by the bookshelf full of video games and the cardboard cut-out of Guy Fieri (you don’t want to ask). Bucky follows, grabbing your hand and tugging you back into his chest as you walk - even without the watchful eyes of the other gang affiliates which usually follow you at his parties, Bucky seems hell bent on making sure everyone knows who you’re here with. Even his closest friends.

You can’t say you entirely mind.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Natasha asks. She’s sat up now, twisting on the pool table to face you both as Bucky grabs you some beers. Sam and Steve still continue to argue about nonsense on the couches and are ignored by the three of you for the moment. However, they stop bickering as soon as Bucky speaks again.

“Someone’s been watching my building,” he says. The silence is thick, and you feel almost guilty for ruining their fun night with your stalker woes. Bucky hands you a beer and looks at you pointedly, eyebrows raised. You take a sip before you follow his not-so-subtle direction to start talking.

“I was followed home the morning after Sam’s party at the bar,” you say. You have the full attention of Bucky’s closest friends, and you can’t help but feel a little intimidated. You take a deep breath and decide to look at the situation like you were debriefing a client on a case - remove yourself from the equation. “There was a man smoking against the building next to Bucky’s. He followed me about four blocks before I lost him. He was over six foot, caucasian, brown hair and stubble.”

“Sounds like every white guy,” Sam says. “You could be describing Bucky, for all we know.”

“Yes,” you say, frowning. “If I was putting a tail on someone, I would make them very nondescript. Makes sense, right?”

“And you’re sure he was following you?” Natasha asks. You glance at her, but she doesn’t look like she’s condescending you or anything. Surprisingly, she looks like she believes you far more than the other two men in the room. Maybe your trial by fire proved to her you know what you’re talking about, so you nod.

“Definitely. Either he knew I was there and was waiting for me to leave, or he was watching Bucky’s apartment and would have followed anyone who came out of it. Without more information I can’t be sure if he was there for me or Bucky.”

“You’ve never seem him before?” Steve asks. You shake your head, and he says, “Could you describe him a bit more detailed? I might be able to draw him.”

“Sure,” you shrug. “Or, we can just wait until he shows up at Bucky’s again and follow him.”

Bucky does not like that idea at all. He practically growls, grabbing your elbow and turning you to face him as he glares at you. Roughly, he says, “Are you fucking insane?”

“What?” Mildly annoyed, you tug your arm from Bucky’s grip and say, “If this was a case, that’s what I would do.”

“This isn’t a case. This guy is going to be a hell of a lot more dangerous than some rich businessman cheating on his wife,” Bucky says, voice raised to an almost shout in one of the quickest escalations you’ve ever seen.

A switch flips in your brain, and you see red.

“Thank you for the condescending analysis, Bucky,” you snap. You ignore Sam’s muttered ‘oh shit!’ for your own health and sanity. “But you have no idea the kind of people I’ve dealt with in my life. I can manage a fairly mediocre stalker.”

“A fairly mediocre stalker who works for someone who won’t hesitate to use your hamstrings as handcuffs,” Bucky hisses. He steps towards you, chest brushing yours as he breaths deep and ragged, and oh- there’s the Bucky you’d been missing. The guy who’s still wearing clothes stained with blood, most of it not his, angry in an incandescent kind of way which reminds you he could hurt you in many more ways than just a broken heart. He leans down to say into your face, “This isn’t something you fuck around with, alright? There’s a reason why I’ve kept this world from you.”

“I thought we said no secrets?” you say, raising your eyebrows. You will yourself to hold your ground, even if you are shaking like a leaf and your words come out soft in the face of his anger. Like you’d poked a pin in his chest, Bucky deflates. He backs off of you, face crumbling from anger to guilt as quickly as he built himself up there.

“I won’t let you get hurt because of me,” he says, shaking his head. The switch in your brain flips back, all indignation and pride fading away. He’s still trying to take care of you, just like he promised. Already it’s abundantly clear you’re not going to make that easy for him, and you wonder how long it will take until he gets sick of trying.

“This isn’t going to work if you don’t trust me,” you say, gesturing between you. “I let you into my world, now it’s your turn. I know it’s dangerous - I could have left, remember? But I’m here. So let me be here.”

“If someone touches you-“

“I’ll get over it,” you say. Bucky stares at you like you’re crazy, and maybe you are, but it’s true. “You said you were going to take care of me - how’re you gonna do that from all the way over there?”

You don’t mean the other side of the room, the valley of the pool table and the metaphorical arms-length which which he’s keeping between you. There’s only so much Bucky can hide from you before you either dive right in or walk away. This is the turning point.

“Fine,” he says. He looks physically pained as he scrubs a hand over his cropped hair, but at least he’s not angry anymore. “I still think thats a fucking stupid idea.”

“Like I said,” you say, offering him a smile he shakily returns, “stupid ideas are kind of my thing.”

“Uh, can I say something?” Sam asks, breaking the illusion that it was only the two of you in the room for that particular argument. You both turn to look at him, and he almost backs down with the weight of both your gaze. He carries on, however, saying, “I’m glad you guys have had this breakthrough in your relationship, but that doesn’t really help us in figuring out who this guy is. Or who he works for. Or why he followed you. Or how he knows where Bucky lives in the first place.”

“We could go around and ask,” Steve says, shrugging at Natasha’s eyeroll. “What? Baseball bats really jog people’s memories.”

“Why don’t we ask the private investigator for some expert advice,” Natasha says, giving you a look that seems to say men, right? You’re still trying to get your head around the image of Steve threatening someone with a baseball bat when you’ve seen him with his own puke on his jumper singing Sweet Caroline into a toilet bowl.

“Well,” you begin, darting Bucky a look but he seems to be listening and not getting ready to yell at you again, “since apparently following the guy is off the table for now, I would start with me and Bucky. Enemies, bad blood, someone with an axe to grind. Pull at some threads and see what happens.”

“That shouldn’t be hard,” Sam says, “Bucky’s got more enemies than friends.”

“So do we all, punk,” Bucky grumbles, glaring at Sam. “We’re in a gang.”

“This ain’t about me.” Sam holds his hands up in mock innocence, grinning big like he gets unrivalled joy from making Bucky’s face do the twitchy, dark thing it’s doing right now. The impact is somewhat lessened by the swollen, black eye Sam’s sporting from the mission gone wrong today, you assume, but it doesn’t curb his enthusiasm.

“I can put together a list of the most recent run-in’s you’ve had by tomorrow,” Natasha says to Bucky, ignoring the bickering with practiced ease. “Until then, we should put some protection on your building.”

“You guys have bodyguards?” you ask before your brain can tell you that’s a dumb fucking question. All three of them laugh, Bucky hooking an arm around your shoulder to ruffle your hair as he tugs you into his side. Point taken, you think as you pout under Bucky’s arm.

“I’ll stay in the spare room,” Steve says, swinging himself off the couch to his full, ginormous height. That image of him with the baseball bat starts to take a bit more shape in your mind, and you don’t doubt for a second he could offer some extra protection where the stalker is concerned. To you, he asks, “You don’t mind if I third wheel?”

“It’s not my apartment,” you say, attempting to hide your blush under the weight of Bucky’s arm. You are unsuccessful, if Sam’s smirk is anything to go by.

“We’ll survive one night, punk,” Bucky says, giving you a squeeze. “Or just buy some earplugs.”

“Gross!” Sam cries, flailing an arm around. “Too much information!”

You have a feeling akin to whiplash at how well these people are taking a stalker and potential threat on their lives. Joking around, Steve fake-moaning just to make Sam scream, Natasha laughing until tears form in her eyes at the antics of two grown men chasing each other around the couches like school children. Glancing up at Bucky and the warm look he’s giving them all, you suppose it must be lot less scary to face something like that with friends. Family, you think, as Sam crash-tackles Steve into the couch and smothers his face with a pillow.

“You’ll be alright?” Natasha’s soft voice manages to scare you, jolting under Bucky’s hold as you turn from watching Steve and Sam to find her right by Bucky’s other side. She’s looking up at him, lips pressed into a firm line, and you remember the last time you were here - James is the only family I have. Maybe some are taking this development a bit easier than others.

“Always am,” Bucky says, using his free arm to punch her lightly on the shoulder. She gets him back, much harder, and you feel Bucky wince away from her and into your side. “Serious, Natashenka. I’ll be fine.”

“Good,” she says. Smirking, she adds, “I’ll kill you if you aren’t.”

You look back to Steve and Sam before they can notice you eavesdropping, a hot, honey-thick feeling melting through your skin. You want to know what that feels like in a way which burns; to have people who have your back like that, and your dad doesn’t count because he literally has to. You understood Bucky’s gang even less than you originally thought - he’s not just a biker, a criminal, a hit man or an ex-army vet turned enforcer, whatever the case may be. He’s a guy doing what he has to do to protect the people he loves, because he’s surrounded by them. You’ve never had to protect anyone but yourself.

You tuck yourself closer into Bucky’s side, letting the warmth and smell of him consume you. That’s gonna change, you think. This feeling in your chest is telling you that change is already happening.

~~~

Steve does not have to get ear plugs to survive the night, and you make both him and Bucky coffee before you head off. Shower, new clothes, work - all that normal people stuff you have to do. Steve, golden in the morning sun with the brightest smile on his face, and Bucky’s moody scowl at the early hour and dark rings under his eyes, wave you goodbye. You kiss Bucky’s pout before you go, letting him grab your ass for a second before you slip away.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he says, and Steve snorts like there’s some joke you’re missing.

“I’ll go out the laundry window,” you say, as if this is a new development and not your usual routine. “Nobody’s gonna follow me, promise.”

“Hmph,” is all Bucky says and then you’re really gone, racing down the stairs and out the window like you always do.

Sorry Bucky, you silently think towards his apartment as instead of making to cut through the gym parking lot, you wrap back around his building and scan the street from behind the bins. Sure enough, opposite Bucky’s building with a baseball cap on and another cigarette, stands the same dude who followed you the first time. You really weren’t lying - stupid ideas are kind of your thing.

You make sure you’re hidden by a group of pedestrians as you slip out the side alley of Bucky’s apartment building and walk away from your stalker. He doesn’t notice, and you manage to walk a block and cross the road without him any the wiser. Your roles have switched as you hang out at the news-agency a few doors down from where he’s waiting, pretending to flick through a magazine. It’s easy to take a few picture of him over the top of the page with your phone, grainy but useable for when you show Bucky later.

You can deal with Bucky being angry at you, because you know how to do your job and this is the most efficient way to get intel. It’s always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Eventually, you watch your stalker watch Bucky and Steve leave his building. It’s 9AM and they head to their respective bikes, revving off down the street in the general direction of Steve’s tattoo shop. Your man hunches his shoulders and pulls out his phone, taps into it for a bit, before he walks off in the opposite direction to Bucky and Steve. Not following them, then. Your stomach twists as you fall into pace a few people behind him. Just following you.

He gets on the subway, which makes  it very difficult for you to remain unnoticed but you manage to sit at the internal doors in the next carriage and watch him through those. He gets on his phone again, talking to someone with evident frustration if his clenched jaw and balled fist is anything to go by. He gets off in Manhattan, walks a few blocks, before ducking into a darkly lit bar called the Lerna. You decide it’s probably best not to follow him there, but you snap a few photos on your phone of the bar before doubling back out to Brooklyn.

You call Bucky as you go, a bit jittery at the incoming argument you know you’ve created, but you can’t help but feel it will be worth it. Now you have something to actually go off - a face, a name, some concrete facts. Much better than stabbing around in the dark. A few rings go by before Bucky picks up, saying, “Miss me already?”

“Get over yourself, tough guy,” you say, but you’re smiling. Maybe you do miss him already, just a bit. You were so focused on getting your information you didn’t get to fully savour Bucky this morning, all tanned muscles and tattoos, all yours. You force yourself to ruin the moment by saying, “I’ve got some information for you.”

“Me too,” he says, which surprises you. “Nat’s gotten together some potential candidates for your stalker. Have you got time to come to Steve’s tattoo place?”

“Sure,” you say, beginning to pick at your nails as the nerves set in.

There’s a beat of silence before Bucky must realise what you’d said before, and he doesn’t sound nearly as light and playful anymore “You said you had information? On what?”

“I’ll just show you when I get there,” you rush out, closing your eyes at the way Bucky sucks in a breath like he already knows what you’ve done. “Don’t be mad.”

“Oh, I’m not mad,” he says, as if through gritted teeth. “I’m fucking livid. Please tell me you didn’t follow that guy this morning.”

“Ok, I won’t tell you,” you say. “See you in twenty.”

“You’re dead meat,” he says before you hang up.

It could’ve gone worse, you muse as you round the corner to the subway station. Sure, Bucky threatened you with lethal violence and sounded even angrier than he’d gotten at the shop yesterday, but you can still imagine him smiling at his phone as you hung up the same way you’re smiling at yours now.

You text him the photos with a quick, Don’t say I never do anything for you xx

A minute after the photos deliver, Bucky is calling you again. You frown down at his caller ID, confused - you were on your way, why is he calling you back already? But before you answer that question, someone grabs your arm and tugs you away from the subway steps and into an alley instead. His grip is bruising, unbreakable, even as you scream and kick before he shoves a gun into your neck and you fall deathly silent.

“Scream and you’re dead,” the man says, hot on your ear. You can’t shudder away, his vice grip too tight and the cold steel on your jugular paralysing. You twist a bit to look behind you despite yourself, your stomach bottoming out at the familiar face which grins back at you. Baseball cap, brown hair, stubble - just like any other white guy. He sneers at you and says, “Not so clever now, huh?”

All you can hear, as your stalker marches you down the alley and into a waiting SUV with a gun to your back, is Bucky’s voice yelling this isn’t something you fuck around with. You’d let him say ‘I told you’ so a thousand times if it meant you got out of this alive. Hopefully, the phone tucked into your back pocket will be enough to save you. You hope Bucky is listening, the call you just managed to answer still catching the grunted conversation your kidnappers are having. You’ve never needed someone before, but god, do you hope Bucky’s got you now.  

Part 6

[apples-r-rubbish]

Institute (13th doctor x reader) Part 3

Summary:  The Doctor decides to drop in a few times to check up on you Word Count: 2.1k AN:  This is mainly filler, I need to edit part 4 and Because I feel nice (and to make up for this) it’s coming out within the next hour or so :) -L x Warnings: death mention Tags: @startrekkingaroundasgard @penguinwithitsarseonfire

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 4) (PART 5) (PART 6) (PART 7) (PART 8) MASTERLIST

It had been months since The Doctor had seen you. After having a particularly awful encounter with a dalek in late December, she decided she had to visit you, to give you some updated information. When she exited you were sitting in your chair, legs pulled up to your chest, silent tears slipping from your eyes.

“How do you manage to get it in the same spot every time? Is it something you’ve practiced or is it coincidence?” You asked, not giving her time to say hello. You were wearing jeans a crumpled t-shirt, you had clearly been here a while, and it was late, wine was on the desk a half drunk bottle on the desk

“My expert flight skills and mainly luck. What’s up? What’s wrong?” She asked anxiety clear in her face as she rushed to you, cautiously wrapping her arms around you

“My girlfriend and I split up. She’d been cheating on me,” You explained. A small pang of jealousy hit the doctor. 

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend- or well did- sorry timelines again,”

“Future you met her once, I mean it doesn’t really matter now. Where are we now?” You said stopping the conversation abruptly pulling out a notebook from your desk, “you’ve visited me after 40s India, and modern day Norway,” You frowned staring at your notes

“Done all that, got a few more on your end however, but you’ll soon find out. You keep notes?”

“Of course. River basically threw a notebook at me and told me it was best. If we’re out of sync we have to compare.” You replied scribbling down something. 

“What’s the date? I realise I never ask,” 

“New years eve, 2019 at quarter to midnight if you must know,” You frowned checking your watch “and I‘m sat in my office crying, wine drunk about a girl who really doesn’t care about me,”  You laughed bitterly taking another sip from the wine bottle. She frowned and snatched the bottle from your hands 

“That’s quite enough of that,” she remarked “It’s new years eve, you’re not sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. C’mon we’re watching fireworks,” she dragged you out of the chair by your hands to one of the many floor to ceiling windows in your office. Her hand was warm, not overly smooth but not rough either.  Most of London was visible from your windows

“Me liked the view, she liked London and she knew that she’d be handing the position to myself most of the time so, I was allowed to design the office,” you smiled at the memory 

“How long have you worked here?” she asked as if the question had been on her mind for months

“5 years, put straight in this position, Me found me, insisted I was necessary to the plan, important enough to be involved. We’re a skeleton staff, less than 100 people- 1 institute,” you explained 

“You are important. You’re important to me,” she insisted, remembering her hand was in yours “you’re my friend and I care about you and your feelings,” 

You laughed at that, “Why do you put up with us all? I never understand it,”

“I like you all, you’re kind and funny and passionate. You all want to achieve so much, you aspire to be better,” she looked away from you, her eyes lighting up as she spoke. As you opened your mouth to say something the ominous looking counter flashed up on big ben. You whispered the numbers, as the seconds drew nearer.  She pressed a hand against your face, “3...2…” you were cut off by the feeling of lips on yours. You stayed that way quietly for a moment, breathing heavily, as the celebratory fireworks went off behind you.

She pulled away, “Sorry if I crossed a line, I just know it’s a thing humans do,” She gave a small sweet smile, as if she’d known exactly what she’d done. 

“You didn’t cross a line it’s ok,” You said and then hesitated “But I know you, you do this, you’ll get in that blue box and fly away. But it means next time we might sync so can I get in that box with you.”

There was a comforting silence between you both, “we’re running in different directions, and at some point we might get on track,” You said,

She pecked your lips again, “Soon, I’m sorry.”

“I know, I’ll hold you to that,” You said with a wink as she backed into the TARDIS.

It had been a handful of weeks since the doctor had seen you, she was returning on an adventure with the fam “Sorry fam, got to drop that off at the institute,” referring to the alien tech, they’d taken from a recent adventure. 

“You want an excuse to see her don’t you? See if your timelines are aligned yet,” Yaz sighed at the doctor, she tried to deny it  but both Ryan and Graham nodded at the other woman, 

“Fine, i want to see her, especially after new years, just want to check in on her,” She explained with a slight annoyance to her voice. She flipped a few switches before landing, in your office as she usually did, same spot as always. You were laughing with your girlfriend, or in her timeline, former girlfriend. The other woman was sat on your desk, pressing a kiss to your lips when the doctor strolled out of her TARDIS, “So exciting thing, we found some alien tech that we think- sorry am I interrupting something-” She rambled turning her head, a edge to her voice that was unexpected, the others filled out the ship after her making similar awkward expressions. 

“Christ, can you give us a warning? Have you learnt to do that through our complex timeline?” You laughed, a heavy blush evident on your cheeks “This is my girlfriend. Babe, this is the Doctor,” You smiled, waving your hands between the two of them, she cringed at the nickname. Your girlfriend went to introduce herself, the doctor shot her a sharp glare remembering new years eve, before turning to you, “where are we up to?”

“Uh, you’ve just told me about 17th century witch trials,” You said trying to remember off the top of your head

“Good, that was a fun one,” She smiled at the memory, before, placing the alien tech in your hand, her hand lingering on yours for a bit too long, “Get one of the archive staff to lock that away, you might need it at some point. Maybe, depends, better to have it just incase, it’ll keep you safe, if I can’t be there,” 

“Ok thanks, we’ll get someone on that right now,” You replied, professionalism clear in your voice and face. You felt colder to her, she had forgotten what you were like in the early days. She nodded at you, before turning on her heel, restraining herself from wrapping her arms around you.  She extended a hand to your girlfriend, to which she accepted. The Doctor leant in and whispered “I know what you’re doing, cheaters get what’s coming to them,” She then plastered a fake smile before turning into the TARDIS after giving you a genuine smile. Team TARDIS followed behind her, giving small goodbyes and polite waves to you and your future ex partner. 

“Well that could have gone literally miles and miles better,” Graham frowned, after the ship had taken off

“Yeah, doc, you should have seen your face it was fun- wasn’t funny actually- Ow,” Ryan said between Yaz hitting him on the shoulder trying to help the situation

“Look, she doesn’t even know about new years because it hasn’t happened yet so it’s not like she can help it and saying that to her ex probably wasn’t the best route,” 

“She also kisses me when the institute gets attacked, which is about a month after new years, which is two months after this,” She turned to Yaz anger heavy in her voice “What would you have done in that situation? Hm? What would any of you have done? Exactly. Don’t criticise me when you have not been in situations like that, because it has happened to me far too many times for me to take advice from any of you!” she shouted her final words anger bubbling over the surface finally, as she scraped her hands down the console, in another attempt to knock something nonvital off of it. A pin could have dropped in the TARDIS and everyone would have heard it, “Look, I’m sorry, I keep thinking about her on that planet and I think it’s my fault, and I can’t stop it. I’m just worried, I care about her, and I don’t want to see her with anyone else and I don’t want to see whatever is coming, not on that planet especially,” 

“You never said, what planet it was,” Ryan said unexpectedly 

“It doesn’t matter, it isn’t important.” She frowned quickly “Look, new adventure, got a planet picked out and everything,” 

The familiar wheezes filled your office. You pulled out a handgun you kept in your desk drawer and pointed it at the doors unflinchingly, the doctor stepped out cautiously, “Tell me what I said to you, in this office when the cyberman attacked the institute!” You shouted at the woman

“(Y/N)-”

“Tell me!” You snarled locking the gun, not blinking

“You- You said you should keep wine in your desk, for when we synced again, and you said we should go on a date,” She stammered out. You lowered the gun and out it back on your desk

“Sorry, issues with the Zygons again. Bonnie and Oswald stepped up and helped though, helps to be cautious considering we didn’t have some of their new abilities on file. Gun was fake anyway before you shout at me, just needed to be sure,”  You said kicking your feet onto the desk

“What are we up to on your terms?” She asked avoiding your previous statements 

“The cyber incident was the last time I saw you and that was about 5 months ago. You?”

“Dropping tech off, saw your ex, a month ago for me,” She said taking the seat opposite 

“So we’re even then? Finally, nothing sneaky, just us in my office,” 

“I think so. Unless one of us is lying but we both know better than that,”

“Good,” You replied pulling out a bottle of wine from your desk drawer “5 months, that’s been in there, just incase,” 

“Yeah, well I’d prefer the date,” 

“Are you flirting?” 

“Maybe,” She smirked

“Watch it old man. Don’t want you having a heart attack trying to keep up,” You laughed,as you stood and grabbed your jacket, “I believe we promised each other a date.”

London was warm unsurprisingly, given the time of year. The bar was empty given the fact it was a Tuesday, you ordered a drink for yourself and some juice for the doctor, “I guessed and said apple because I figured you did not want alcohol,” you said taking a seat at the table she had picked. 

“I could love it, you never know,” She replied,  you proceeded to offer her your drink, she took a sip and made an odd face “Ok nevermind then, I take it back,”

“In my defence, your new face might have liked it, not my fault I didn’t know,”

“Definitely not for me,” She stuck her tongue out after her comment. You talked for hours despite the glares of the slightly annoyed bar staff, telling stories of space travel and times long gone, or the times yet to come

“I’ve never visited victorian england, I imagine it would be nice. Those were always assigned to someone else,” You said suddenly 

“We could go if you’d like, another date, sightsee and do a bunch of touristy things, meet the queen, I’m sure she wouldn’t recognise me with this face,”

“I feel like it’s somewhere I'd like to go to before I die, like I’d save it for a bucket list, a sort of time bucket list,” You rambled. That was a sobering reminder for the doctor, the way you looked at her, a bittersweet happiness in your eyes and a knowing smile, a different version of you compared to the one in front of her.

“Travel with me, please.” You gave her a look “I know what you said, but we’re finally synced up again, what’s the worst that could happen. I doubt they’d notice you gone, you essentially just sit in your office and try to avoid boredom all day, you might as well travel.” 

“Fine, you aren’t going to drop it until I agree so yes, I’ll travel with you,” You said finishing what was left of your drink, she had already stood up a giddy smile clear on her face. The Doctor pulled you to your feet, “c’mon, need to do some maintenance on the TARDIS and we’ll meet up with the others and go somewhere.”

[naturallytom]

Ten Days (Peter Parker x reader): part 2

a/n: this is late i apologize!! i hope u enjoy it!!

please reblog/leave feedback!!

_______________________________________________________________________Five Days Ago 

After you and Peter left his apartment five days prior, he was careful to keep you above the ground, avoiding it as much as he could. You tried to find another apartment building that you could go to, maybe one with someone who would be willing to take you in or one that had been completely abandoned. However, as Peter swung you above the buildings, you saw one horrific scene after another of infected people swarming an apartment, biting and infecting everyone in it before rapidly moving to floors above and below. 

Peter finally settled on taking you to the Avengers Tower, figuring they would have some sort of shelter. When you arrived, the tower was on full lockdown. There were no entrances and Peter frantically pulled out his phone, calling Tony and holding onto you tightly incase the infected somehow knew where you were even though the area looked pretty empty. 

“Mr. Stark? Oh thank god, I’m outside with Y/N, can we come in?” Peter sounded relieved to hear the voice of someone he cared about, knowing they were alright. He listened as Tony told him where there was a side entrance for the two of you to go to, guiding you there as Tony spoke. 

A small door opened, taking you and Peter by surprise. The door was nearly invisible to the outside world, hidden in a way that made it look like just another side of the building. Tony came out, ushering you and Peter inside. 

“Mr. Stark, you’re okay.” Peter sighed, wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck. 

“Kid it should be me saying that to you.” Tony told him. Nonetheless, he accepted and returned  Peter’s hug. “Are you two okay?” 

“Yeah, we’re okay.” Peter responded. “We can’t find Aunt May or Y/N’s family, though.”

“We’ll find them, kid.” Tony assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, you two need to shower and eat. We’ll figure out what to do after you’re settled.” 

-

Tony was right. You needed to shower and eat. The shower had never felt so good and food had never tasted so good. 

You were sitting with Peter on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder while Tony ran through what he knew about the breakout. The origin of the disease was unknown. So far every state had been affected by it. The total number of people lost to the disease was unknown. The zombies relied on their sense of hearing, meaning the quieter you were, the safer you were. They could run extremely fast and could jump higher than the average person if needed. 

“So how do we deal with it?” Peter asked. “How do we stop it?”

“We don’t know.” Tony replied honestly. “We have the best technology in the New York state, though. We’ll be able to figure it out fairly soon, hopefully.” 

“How do we find my family? And Aunt May?” You muttered quietly. Peter squeezed your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. (501!!)

“They’ve gotta be around here somewhere, kid.” Tony said sympathetically. “We’ll find them.”

You just sighed and cuddled closer to Peter, burying your face in his neck. 

“Mr. Stark’s right, baby. We’ll find them.” Peter assured you as Tony stepped out of the room. 

“How do you know?” You mumbled. “You sound so calm about this, Peter. How? How do you know we’ll find them?”

“I just have hope, Y/N. We need to have hope.”

“Hope? Peter the country’s been infected with zombies, we can’t find our families, we don’t know how to find them or stop the infection, how can we have hope? You cried, standing up and running your fingers through your hair. 

“God, Y/N. I just spent five fucking days swinging you around and staying in shitty apartments with the threat of zombies taking over the building. Sorry for wanting to have something to look forward to.” Peter snapped, making you roll your eyes. 

“Fuck you, Peter. I just want everything to go back to normal.” You cried. 

“Yeah I do too, Y/N. You don’t have to be such a bitch about it.” Peter grumbled, walking out of the room, only for Tony to come back in. 

“Geez, what’d I miss?” Tony joked, frowning when you sniffled. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head, wiping your tears away. 

“Listen, kiddo, I know you’re upset.” Tony started, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “But we’re in the fight for not only our lives, but lots of lives. I can’t have you and Peter fighting.” 

“Yeah I understand.” You nodded, wiping the last of your tears away. 

“Good. Now get some rest. I can’t have you sleeping on the job.”

_______________________________________________________________________

tags: @angelic-holland @ninaminaromina @tom-hollands-blog @badhollandfluff  @13-breadsticks 

[shutup-sorry]

A flower for every petal [1]

A/N: Sooo this is my first fic like ever! I hope you like it and if you do, let me know if you want me to tag you :) P. S. english is not my native language, so if there are some grammar mistakes I apologise haha

Words: 3.7k+

The wind was strong that morning. Only sound breaking the silence on this, unusually, still street, was the angirly roaring wind. They said that the big storm is coming tonight and mother nature is preparing us for that.

For Iris, London was always such a depressing city, she for sure didn't like it here, never knowing why. So many unhappy people, lost souls that are just trying to go back to the right path, afraid of a little bit of risking. She wanted an adventure. She wanted to travel the world. But she knew well-enough that that's not going to happen any time soon, so she had to deal with that, that's what her mother used to tell her.

But on this particular day, it was even sadder. Everything seemed to be in black and white, like other colors didn't exist. The sky was so gray and misty, it almost looked like it was about to cry, his tears representing drops of rain. She never liked rainy days, or even worse, storms. It always reminded her of her lonliness and how she didn't have anybody by her side. Her family was far away, all of her friends and people from hometown had probably already forgotten her, and she was nostalgic. She missed her home, the happiest and safest place on this planet.

She tried to light her cigarette, but the damn wind wouldn't let her do it, so she put her hand up to protect a little flame that was coming out of her lighter. After few more attempts, getting even more annoyed, maybe by the fact that she was already so late to her first lecture, or maybe by the fact that it was so cold outside and she had to walk to university, she finally succeeded and shoved her lighter back in the bag. She took a long drag before continuing her 20 minutes walk to university, cursing the fact that she still doesn't have a car or someone to drive her there.

After few minutes of walking the rain started. Great, that's exactly what she needed at that moment. She instantly hurried up and threw her jeans jacket on her head, to protect herself from wetting her hair.

When she arrived at the university, after what seemed like forever, she started fast walking towards her classroom. She could only imagine how she looked like, and in every way was negative. Her hair was probably a mess, so she quickly combed it with her hands, trying to make it seem less bad, and then wiping her a little bit smudged mascara, as she mentally prepared for judgemental looks when she walks in almost more than half an hour late.

She entered the lecture, murmirng a little 'sorry I'm late' under her breath, and quickly taking her seat in the first free chair that she saw. Some students whispered something looking at her, probably gossiping, and the teacher just sighed and continued talking.

After some time of trying to focus on the actual words that the proffesor was talking about, but failing miserably, and then giving up, the class has finally finished. She packed her things and quickly exited the classroom, rushing into the hall of uni.

The hall was crowded with students, some with their friends, talking, laughing, and some alone just walking or sitting and reading their books.

She stopped walking when she saw a big poster on noticeboard that had big "Queen" written on it. It said that they are perfoming at the local pub on Saturday night.

"You coming?", someone said behind her back, snapping her from her thoughts and scaring her. She turned around and saw a young man with big, curly, hair and beautiful smile looking at her, then at the poster. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare you", he said nervously, noticing her scared expression on face.

"Oh no, I just wasn't expecting anybody that's all", she smiled truthfully and he nodded. "And, uhm, I don't think I'll come. Don't wanna go alone.", she shrugged her shoulders.

"I think you should come, they are pretty good, you'll have fun", very familiar curly boy, that she thinks she shares a class with, told her smirking.

"I suppose that you've seen them play, when you say that like it is a fact?", she laughed.

"Well tehnically, yes", he nodded smiling, "I am in the band, a guitarisst", he said proudly and she raised her brow. "Oh yes, and I'm Brian by the way", he hold his hand to shake and she took it, still smiling.

"I am Iris, nice to meet you guitarisst", she smirked sarcastically.

"So you coming or not? I would love to see you there", she put her index finger on her chin, pretending like she's thinking about it and he laughed, "Oh come on, why not? You won't be alone, I'll be there"

"Well I don't know you, for all I know you could kill me there", she joked and he scoffed at that, "I'll see, but probably won't come"

"Okay, but have this incase you've changed your mind", he gave her a piece of paper, that probably had the address of the pub or his phone number, "Goodbye Iris", and then he left.

She stood there looking at him leaving, thinking about the offer he gave her.

It was the Saturday afternoon, she was cleaning her apartment from the mess she made over the week, when she accidentally found that piece of paper that that Brian guy gave her the other day. She had totally forgotten about it. It was this Saturday. She looked over her clock and it was 7:17pm, she had an hour to get ready. She bit her lower lip, thinking about it.

Was it good idea going there alone? But if she didn't go, she would probably regret that, always thinking about what-if.

Fuck it, she thought to herself, throwing her cleaning gloves, making her way to the bathroom.

She wanted an adventure, this is the closest thing to the adventure that she can get.

After 20 minutes of showering, she did her makeup and styled her hair the way she wanted it to be. The cab arrived and she started her way to the pub, feeling anxious.

She never liked going anywhere alone, even though she lived alone. The irony of that. She always wanted company in anything she was doing, even if it was just going to the market or just walking around town, and this lonliness was killing her. Not that she wanted to admit that, but deep down she knew that.

Her thoughts were interrupted when cab stopped, giving her money to the awfully quiet driver, and then turning towards the pub. Outside of the pub was suprisingly crowded, so she could just imagine what was inside. Surprised that this band was so popular, she entered the pub, scent of smoke and alcohol hitting her right in the face.

There were a lot of people, and she immediately regreted coming here alone, but she for sure didn't have intention on going back home. She sighed, making her way to the front place so she could have a better look at the band. She thought about Brian, if he would be happy that she came, but then quickly realised that he had probably forgot about her and that it was just a stupid thought.

Some people were talking, some people were already drunk, some people were making out, and some people were alone there, just like her. She felt a relief that she wasn't the only one, miserable. Lights went off and the crowd started yelling. First row were just girls, clothed in small pieces, big enough to cover the most vulgar parts of their bodies, and Iris rolled her eyes at them. They were groupies. There's nothing wrong with being a groupie, she just couldn't stand them. She looked at what she decided to wear and her body, feeling a little anxious. All of these girls were so much prettier then her. She was an average looking girl, with average body. And they were all like models, beautiful and smoking hot.

Her thoughts were interrupted by four young men filling in the stage. They had huge, wide, smiles on their faces as they were looking at the crowd infront of them. The crowd wasn't huge, but for a small band full of young students, it was more than enough. The lead singer, who she learned was named Freddie, had black fluffy hair, then there was Brian with his guitar, and two unknown guys. One with fluffy brown hair with his guitar, or bass, she couldn't tell, and then the blonde behind his drums. The blonde looked chaotic, he had angry look on his face, only one not smiling at the crowd. He just took his drumsticks in his hands, swirling them anxiously, waiting for Freddie to stop talking so they could start playing.

She knew that she was staring at him, but she just couldn't keep her eyes off of him. It's like he felt her deep gaze at him and he looked her right in the eyes, unfazed by it. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she was confident enough that she didn't look away, and got even more confident when she noticed that he didn't look away either, sending him a flirty and playful wink. In response he just licked his lips, before the first song began and he focused on playing his drums.

The way he looked when he was playing his drums, with that chaotic blonde hair falling everywhere, with his button up shirt that was unbuttoned showing off his bare sweaty chest, turned her on. She bit her lip at the thought of him. Now and then, he would look for her in the crowd, and when his eyes finally found hers, he would send her a seductive smirk.

After several songs, the band, had finished their gig for tonight. Freddie thanked the small audience as they all clapped their hands, because truth to be told- they were wonderful. Probably the best show she had ever attended, they had the most breath taking energy. Everybody did their parts perfectly. Freddie's voice stood out the most, this band is going places.

She decided to sit down at the bar, who could know that dancing, singing and having this much fun could be so exhausting? She thought to herself. Or maybe she just got so used to boring life of just studying and doing nothing over the days that she forgot how it felt to loosen up sometimes.

It took her some time to try and avoid, now very drunk people, praying to get home safely, when she finally saw the bar. She looked over and saw a free chair. She sat at the high chair by the bar, looking through her purse for the pack of cigarettes, and when she finally found them she realized that she had forgotten her lighter. She sighed, with cigarette between her plump red lips as she continued trying to find a lighter, even though she knew that it wasn't there. She cursed under her breath.

"Here ya go", she heard a soft male voice next to her speak, making her jump from her seat a little bit. _Can people stop scaring her like that?_She thought to herself. She looked up and there he was, the drummer from the band, standing infront of her, grinning and before she had any chance to reply to him he had lit her cigarette, that was still between her lips, his big ocean blue eyes never living her deep green eyes. She just sat there, feeling her cheeks turning red, she blushed and that rarely ever happened, and seeing that made him smirk.

"Thank you", she said, shyly, trying to cover up the fact that she had just blushed at him, puffing the smoke from her cigar.

"No problem, love.", he said still smirking at her. It made her feel tingly, and she didn't like that feeling at all. The way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his eyes, picturing things he could do to her. The way his eyes focused on hers, then, as she puffed smoke, he would focus on her lips, but then, again, on her eyes. He still looked sweaty from his gig, hair sticking on his neck and forehead. That made him look even hotter, If that's possible.

Stop being so fucking horny and stop imaging things Iris.

"You don't look like a type of girl to be here, or to smoke too. ", firstly he pointed at the place they were in and then at cigarette in her hand, lighting his that was between his lips. She was taken aback by his statment, making a weird face in confusion.

She raised her eyebrow at him. "What's that suppoused to mean asshole?", she said with bitterness behind her words, not caring if the nickname she gave him would offend him in any way. And it didn't.

He chuckled. "Easy there, love. I was just saying. You're new here, I've never seen you before.", he said as he raised his hand so bartender could notice him. "Want something? It's on me", he winked and she rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head no in response, as he murmured 'why not'.

"I don't drink", she said taking his lighter of the table, without asking for it, and lighting a new one.

"See? Told ya you don't look like a type of girl to be here. You just proved me right. ", he smirked and she rolled her eyes, again. "But, I must say, you're a one hell of a smoker"

The more he talks, the more she regrets thinking about him in the way she was while he was performing. She found him really annoying and wanted him to leave.

"What can I say? We all have our addictions", she raised her eyebrows dramaticly and he laughed at this shaking his head and murming little 'I guess you're right', before she spoke again. "And by the way, what if I'm not new here and you just haven't noticed me before? I mean, you have a lot of fans here. Especially girls, I mean you couldn't possibbly notice every girl that enters this place, now could you?", she stated matter-of-factly, pointing at all the girls that were now looking at them, making angry faces at her for taking their 'man', and a little bit of sarcasm behind her words, but not too much.

"Oh, trust me, I would notice. ", the bantender interrupted his words as he gave him what he had ordered, this misterious drummer drinking whatever liqour in one shot, and then continuing, "Ugh, rough. ", he laughed, "Where was I, oh yes. Trust me I would notice a smoking hot girl like you anywhere. I have seen the way you looked at me while I was playing, and I would lie if I told you that that didn't turn me on just a little bit", his voice turned into whisper as he was now close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. But of course, she wouldn't admit that and feed his, already, big ego.

She snorted at his cockiness, rolling her eyes, for the, probably, hundreth time tonight. "Don't even bother drummer boy, I know what you're doing. I know the guys like you, I have dated them. That's what devils look and sound like", he laughed at this biting his lower lip. That turned her on even more_._

"Oh really? So what am I doing, misterious girl? Hm? Tell me", he is still whispering, and that amused her a little too much. She didn't know where was her confidence coming from, but she liked this version of her, not afraid of saying wrong thing, being relaxed. Maybe it's the fact that this night, she felt so good after such a long time that she just didn't care. It was an adventure.

"You, mister drummer, are trying to get me to bed", she leaned in closer, tempting him as she knew exactly what was she doing to him. He just kept looking at her lips, not caring about her noticing that, as she bit her lower lip, in intention of seducing him even more. She succeeded in that as he quitely groaned at that act of hers. "And you were right. I'm not the type of girl who comes to places like this, as I'm not a type of girl who's just gonna be one of your groupies, so I advise you to just forget about it blondie and maybe find other girl to hit on and bore", she leaned back where she was before and he just snorted, now looking infront of him into unknown space.

"Tease. I like that", he admitted truthfully and she proudly smirked at herself for how amazing she was. Who would know that she had it in her? She was always an uptight person. "And could I get your name, love?"

"Does it matter? It's not like we're gonna meet again", she teased and that being said made him roll his eyes, playfully.

"Oh, darling, I think we will", he teased back and she giggled.

"And why's that?"

"Because", he leaned in, putting his hand on her thigh, making her have goosebumps all over her body, "I'm not that easy to get rid of. You're gonna see more of me, darling", he winked at her and just as she was about to come with the comeback, the yelling was heard and the drummer quickly moved his hand away from her tigh, that was travelling higher and higher, to her inner tighs, making her even more desperate. She silently groaned at the loss of touch.

"Oh here you are, you idiot! Roger, I've been looking for you for the past half an hour, you said you were just going to the bar quickly! Freddie is on the parking lot being hysterical as he always is and needs your help with the van and the instruments. You need to hurry up and leave that groupie alone. ", the curly, furious looking guy, that invited her here, named Brian spat at the blonde boy. His words hurted her a little, but she ignored his comment about her being a groupie as she annoyingly looked at him. Brian, realising who she was, looked guilty about his choice of words. "Oh hi there Iris, I didn't see that it was you. Uhm sorry for that nickname, I didn't mean it. I see the two of you have met already", Brian spoke just too quickly and she laughed at him, as he continued rambling, "I'm glad you made it here-"

"Oh so Iris?", Roger interrupted, earning a glare from Brian, but complety ignoring that, smirking as he had just found out her name, teasingly looking at her, already, annoyed facial expression, as he continued. "Nice name, very meaningful. Do you know that, that in Greek mythology, Iris was the goddes of rainbow, a messenger for Zeus and Hera, who rode the rainbow as a bridge from heaven to earth? Iris is actually considered a symbol of power and majesty, representing faith, wisdom and valor. Are you called after a goddess? ", he said, putting his index finger on his chin, pretending to be thinking about it, as he continued his philosophy, while she stood there, vividly, shocked and without any words, and that's a rare thing. This man is well educated, or just too good with his words, or maybe just lucky. "Or are you named after the flower? You know, they come in a lot of colours, and you remind me of some purple or blue just like your deep eyes that seem to hold in just too much sadness in them. Even though, in most of the cultures Iris means happiness and summer. "

Her eyes never left his as he had just put her in some sort of trance. She blushed at his words, and cursed at herself for letting herself blush just too easily, quickly trying to cover her cheeks, but failing. He already saw what he did to her and smirked, proudly, knowing he had won this conversation.

"What's wrong, love? Did I say something wrong?", he grinned at her, taking a drag of his cigarette and leaning back against his chair.

Brian just stood there, confused to what was happening, carefully watching Roger talking. He seemed to be, just as she was, in some kind of trance.

"You're full of shit, drummer boy", she laughed at this whole situation, as she tried to pretend that this actually haven't affected her, and he joined in her laughter. Brian still stood there confused and bored, as he didn't find this funny at all. He looked annoyed, but they didn't seem to care at all. "Do you say this to all the girls you pick up at one of your gigs, or should I feel special?", she raised her eyebrow, waiting, patiently, for his answer.

"Don't flatter yourself, love. I'm just good with my words. I've made your heart melt, didn't I?", he asked, but it wasn't a question, because he already knew the answer and he knew that she would never give it to him.

"If that would help you sleep at night then okay, blondie", she winked.

"You can call me Roger you know, not those ridiciolus nicknames you have." , he said and she nodded. He stood up starting to walk past het but for the second he stopped. "And I'm gonna call you Petal, that sounds cute. Right Petal?", he smirked at creative nickname he gave her.

"Why Petal? Most people call me by my name, or my usual nickname, Izzy", she said facing him with confused look on her face.

"Well that's a bit boring, don't you think? Mine is much more creative", he put his hand on his hip, letting her know how proud he is for making that up and she laughed.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever, blondie. ", she shrugged and he laughed.

"See you soon Petal", he just left and she watched him go until he disappeared behind the door that led to a parking lot, Brian disappearing with him as well.

Taglist: @killer-queen-ofrhye @magicwithaknife @rogertaylordome @yourlifeuniverse @pyrotechnic789 @supersonicqueerace :)

[kuroakikitsune]

It’s Complicated - Newt Scamander x Reader (Part 7 of ?)

Part 1 Here

Part 2 Here

Part 3 Here

Part 4 Here

Part 5 Here

Part 6 Here

A/N; Everytime I think I haven’t got much left to write, I prove myself wrong. I’ve been pretty busy lately hence the delay. I ended up writing a bigger part again. (I hope the wait was worth it) I hope everyone reading this has a great Christmas (just incase I don’t have the next part out before then ^^; ) Heres part 7, enjoy!

The porkey trip was a little rough. You groaned, prying yourself off the floor. ‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Newt asked, beside you. ‘Yeah, I think so.’ You paused, the two of you were back inside of Dumbledore’s office. ‘I’m glad you both arrived safely.’ Dumbledore said. You sprang to your feet, turning around to see Dumbledore staring out the window. ‘You!’ you shouted, ‘You have A LOT of explaining to do!’ You began storming over to him, when a pair of arms stopped you. ‘Y/N, calm down.’ Newt begged. Sighing, you stopped. Dumbledore walked over, smiling. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, ‘It’s rather complicated. I myself, do not fully understand it all.’ He turned to Newt, ‘Shall we say, Monday, Six o’clock?’ You turned to see Newt give a curt little nod, before Dumbledore’s office vanished.

You knew this place. Though it was the first time you had ever stepped foot inside of Newt’s place, it was unmistakably his house. Newt walked over to a room and opened the door. ‘This is your room,’ he began, ‘It’s not much, but-’    ‘It’s great.’ you said, smiling at him. The room was small, but quaint. There was not much other than a bed, bedside table, wardrobe and window. A vase with a single yellow rose, sat on the beside table. ‘I- I’ll leave you, to settle in.’ he said akwardly, standing by the door. You gave him a reassuring smile as he left you to the tiny room. 

You had a few days before the unknown appointment with Dumbledore. You had wanted to go and explore London, but Newt had told you that you couldn’t leave the house just yet. When you had asked why, he said that it was too dangerous to go out alone, that Grindelwald’s spies were everywhere. Uncertain, you had told him that being here wouldn’t be that much safer. He reassured you that Aurors from the Ministry were keeping an eye on his house, and that no one would be able to get in or out with their knowledge. Somehow that information didn’t make you feel more reassured.  

You heard a knock on the door. Feeling groggy, you slowly rose from your bed and opened the door to see a brighteyed Newt. ‘You’re not dressed.’ he stated, avoiding eye-contact. You could feel his eyes trailing over your sleeping garments. ‘Why, did something happen?’ you asked, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. ‘Have you forgotten? You’ve got an appointment with Dumbledore.’ ‘Wait- me!? I thought he was talking to you. What does he want me for?’ Newt just smiled, ‘get dressed.’ he said, closing the door.

‘Tea?’ Dumbledore asked, pouring himself a cup. You shook your head profusely. He chuckled, ‘You can relax Y/N, it’s just tea. I promise you.’ You gingerly took the cup he passed you, staring at it in disgust. Dumbledore, swapped your cup with his, and began drinking it. Still not satisfied, you waited until he emptied his cup, and refilled it. ‘I’m sorry for deceiving you, Y/N. I thought that it would be safest for you to return home, but then Grindelwald decided to send some of his people to go looking for you. At least here, we can protect you.’ You rose from the chair, ‘Am I supposed to sit around and wait for Grindelwald to come, and hope that you can protect me? I mean, you could. But the others, they are just as vulnerable, if not more, because of me.’ Dumbledore smiled, ‘That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.’

‘Private lessons?’ You said, gaping at the man before you. Dumbledore had that little twinkle in his eye, ‘I assumed that you wouldn’t just let everyone else, risk their lives to protect you. You’ve already proved that you have some knowledge of spells, but you need practice to pull it off. I’ve still got my other classes to teach, but the Ministry has given their approval for me to tutour you in my free time.’                                                                                               ‘But what about catching and stopping Grindelwald?’ Dumbledore began pacing around the room, ‘I cannot move against him.’                                                 ‘But you’ve got the blood pact pendant back-’ ‘                                                     -And we have no luck with destroying it. In the meantime, I will teach you how to defend yourself. At least then, if something bad were to happen, you will not be completely defenseless.’

So began your daily lessons with Dumbledore. Newt would apparate you outside Hogwarts every morning, and Dumbledore would drop you back after every lesson. You spent most afternoons, helping Newt care for his creatures in his basement.

Macusa had called Tina back on urgent business. She really didn’t want to leave, but Madam Picquery, had requested Tina by name. After loosing Leta, Theseus became even more focused on his job. He was determined to, not only protect everyone he cared about, but to also be the one who stoped Grindelwald. He had been the one who had suggested to the Ministry to place Aurors outside Newt’s house. Jacob was angry, mostly at himself, because he couldn’t stop Queenie from joining Grindelwald. You tried to cheer him up, baking his favourite pastries, but you knew that the only sweet thing he wanted was Queenie. And Newt, he was hard to read, how he was feeling. But he focusing on his creatures, to the point, that he kept forgetting to eat.

You were cooking tonights dinner when you heard a knock at the door. You drew your wand close to your side, just in case. You opened the door to see a drenched Theseus standing on the step. ‘Can I come in?’ he asked. ‘O-of course! Here, let me take that.’ you said, hanging his coat on the coat rack. ‘Is Newt home?’                                                                                                  ‘He’s downstairs.’                                                                                       ‘Again?’ He sighed. ‘Why don’t you join us for dinner? I’ve made plenty of food.’ Theseus smiled, ‘Thank you, Y/N.’ You walked back over to the stovetop and started dishing out the food. You would have used your wand, but you didn’t trust yourself, not to screw up. Theseus stood there with a dark look on his face. You knew that look. You walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He blinked himself out of his trance, ‘I’m sorry-’ ‘You have nothing to apologise for,’ you replied, giving him a big hug. ‘Newt?’ Theseus muttered. You turned, just in time to see a bob of red hair disappear back down into the basement. ‘I’ll talk to him.’ Theseus said running after Newt.

To be continued...

Some people who wanted to be tagged for the next part; @theetherealbloom @labourofmylove @no-te-lo-voy-a-dar

[maeelizabethg]

What's in my dogs travel bag

Hey guys and welcome back to another blog! Today is all about packing for your doggos! As you might have seen in a previous blog post (here), we took Sweetpea and Loki to a super dog friendly place in Georgia called Jekyll Island. We are big fans of traveling with them whenever we can so I’ve become pretty organized when it comes to their packing situation.

Quick note: The flat lay photo above isn’t everything we bring, but the list below is! :)

PACKING LIST:

Dog Food with measuring cup - I always measure out how much we need so I’m not over doing it or under doing it. I do typically add an extra days worth of food to the large ziplock bag (if it’s just for a weekend) or small food container (if we are traveling for a long time) for each dog incase we were to get stuck or something random happened that extended our trip.

Dog bowls | 1 water to share and 1 food bowl for each

Collars with tags that have their names and our phone numbers on them - I am the QUEEN of finding other peoples dogs and it’s so frustrating when owners don’t have any tags on their dogs. Please have your contact info on your dogs tags so if something were to happen they can be returned quickly.

Harness - each dog has their own harness that doubles as their seat belt. When in the car we clip the leash to their backs so their necks aren’t being pulled but they will stay safe if we get in an accident. It also has a place to clip from the front if they start pulling on a walk.

Leash - again, each dog has a leash that doubles as a seat belt. Each one is looped around my back seat head rest and clipped to each back part of their harness while driving. And, of course, also used as a walking leash.

Hands free hiking leash and leash coupler - This is great for taking both dogs on a walk together. The hiking leash was given to us from a friend and it’s become one of our most used items. It goes around our waist, has a bungee leash which is AMAZING because Sweetpea is 70lbs and Loki is 50lbs so it’s absorbs a massive pull if they were to see something and pull hard at the same time, and a handy zipper pocket for keys, poop bags, etc.

Poop bags and poop bag dispenser with hook to attach to belt loop or leash.

Travel collapsable bowls and water bottle - If out and about I always bring the collapsable bowl with a bottle of water to keep them hydrated.

Medication and pill pockets- your dog may or may not take medication but if they do, you can’t forget it and we always use pill pockets to disguise the medicine.

Treats - I typically bring a few kinds incase they lose interest in one.

Toys! - A variety that usually includes something to play with together (like the big rope pictured above) and an individual chew bone for each of them. Those are always great if they have to be left at the hotel alone and I don’t want them getting bored and up to no good. Better to be safe than sorry.

Dog crate with blankets and dog bed- so crates might not be needed if your dogs are super well behaved like Sweetpea is, but Loki is an escape artist. He can get out of doors that have door “handles” instead of door “knobs” and he has even busted through single pane glass after seeing a cat in our front yard. He’s crate trained so it’s his happy place and we always fill it with blankets and a toy.

Backseat cover - I didn’t have one of these for awhile and boy can you tell. My car has nail intents on the center console and dog hair was to the MAX before I got myself a nice backseat cover.

Towel(s) - we always bring 2+ dog towels aka towels we don’t mind getting muddy or stained. They also come in handy to cover furniture and decrease the amount of dog hair you leave behind.

Long cable tie out like this one - so again, this is usually for Loki only since he’s a runner and we don’t always use it. We originally bought the cable one so he wouldn’t chew through it as a puppy and only have it on him if he’s being supervised. It’s great for taking him outside and clipping it to itself around a tree or something sturdy so he can still run around but not run away.

Clean up - you never know if your baby might get sick or have an accident so a bottle of carpet cleaner and paper towels is brilliant if needed.

TIPS:

if you’re staying in a dog friendly hotel, but are nervous your dogs might bark hearing every person walk by, door shut, new sound, etc - I HIGHLY recommend turning the tv on at a decent volume.

We always put the do not disturb hanger on the door so the cleaners don’t come in while we aren’t there. I don’t want to worry about Sweetpea wandering out of the door or the dogs scaring the heck out of them. Although are dogs are super sweet, a lot of people are scared of dogs so I just avoid making the cleaning staff uncomfortable and we will just ask for anything extra like towels and toiletries if needed.

Look for dog friendly restaurants ahead of time so you get optimal time with your furry babies.

Do you have anything else to add to the packing list or any extra tips? Please leave a comment below if so! Also, if you’re looking to go somewhere dog friendly, I highly recommend Jekyll Island. We had such a great time!

[runningthe-maze]

Reunited pt 6

Newt x Reader x Gally

Request (@tomesandrosebud ): The reader was Gally’s girlfriend when they were in the Glade, up until his ‘death’. And leaving him behind left her heartbroken but with everything going on after being 'saved’ by W.C.K.D. the Gladers had to just keep moving. So with all of the events of the Scorch the reader and Newt became really close, him helping to heal her broken heart and falling in love, sharing one kiss during the battle against W.C.K.D. when Minho was taken and then started officially dating soon afterwards. Also the reader somehow found out from Teresa and Thomas having regained their memories, Chuck was actually the reader’s little brother the whole time. So now it’s almost been a year since the day in which the Glader’s escaped the Maze and it turns out that Gally actually is still alive, and he’s been searching for and still been in love with the reader. And so the imagine basically kind of just all about how after the shock of Gally still being alive and him coming to re-join the group, how he basically never like up front gets told that now the reader and Newt are together. That it’s more of Gally feeling like she’s just avoiding him when he’s just trying to regain what they used to have. And he just has this feeling there’s something that the group isn’t telling him. And at one point he kind of just gets upset and thinks she hates him because of him killing Chuck, which she is upset about but unlike Thomas she was able to get passed that. But then eventually he just sees the reader and Newt together and is able to put it all together and basically just his reaction to everything.

Warnings: swearing, spoilers for TDC, crying, 

A/N: :)

masterlist 

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

tags: @tomesandrosebud @bonelessbarnes

not my gif

Gally led the group down a small set of stairs to meet Lawrence.

He and Thomas quickly worked out an agreement to get into the city. Unfortunately for your group, only three people could go first. Everyone else had to stay.

You volunteered to go, along with Newt. At first, Gally was opposed to you coming. As much as he wanted to be around you again, he argued that anything could happen once you got to the other side of the walls and there was no guarantee that you’d make it back without being detected.

“If you guys are going in then so am I.” You insisted, crossing your arms.

“Y/n it’s dangerous in there.”

Newt looked offended at Gally’s words. He quickly walked to your side to defended you. “She can handle herself.”

Gally glared at Newt before reluctantly agreeing for you to come along.

Thomas, Newt, and you were all shocked when you entered the city. You’d never seen so much life in one place. Hundreds of people roamed the streets, busses and cars drove around you, and every building was brightly lit up with beams of light and a various size assortment of screens.

Gally grinned at your reaction, moving to stand directly to your left. Newt, who was standing closer than Gally appreciated to your right, glanced around the city in awe. “This is a long way from the Glade.”

Moments after he spoke, speakers around you announced that the mandatory curfew would be in effect in 15 minutes.

“We’d better get off these streets.” Gally announced to the small group. He turned to you with a smirk on his face, “and I know it’s hard but act like you’ve seen it before.” A quiet chuckle fell through your lips, Gally grinned triumphantly while grabbing your arm and pulling you along.

The four of you ran through the city hiding from all patrol cars. Gally led you to a tall wall at the end of an alleyway.

“Y/n, you’re up first.” He told you, preparing to push you up. Newt’s nerves got the best of him as he glanced around the sketchy alley. He reached forward to gently grab your arm while looking at Gally.

“Wait a bloody second, what’s behind the wall?” Newt asked, grabbing your arm. Gally rolled his eyes, “How about you go first and find out Newt?”

Newt huffed before releasing you and allowing Gally to lazily boost him to the top of the wall. When he pulled himself over, he leaned down to pull you up. Gally lifted you quickly, trying to push you far enough that you wouldn’t need Newt’s help, but you grabbed onto Newt and climbed over.

Gally went to help Thomas but Thomas refused his help, jumping up the wall on his own.

—

Getting to Gally’s lookout point was nauseating. You’d never been afraid of heights, but the thought that one wrong footstep would send you flying off the edge made you want to throw up. It was safe to say you were glad when you’d reached an area with railing.

You shivered as the wind blew relentlessly at you, rubbing your hands together and regretting not bringing your scarf. You were grateful Brenda had cut your hair. She had graciously offered to cut it for you and honestly did a pretty good job at it. If you still had your long hair, it would no doubt be flying all around your face.

Newt noticed how cold you were and instantly removed his scarf in order to wrapped it around you. You tried to give it back, insisting that you didn’t need it but Newt refused to believe you.

Gally and Thomas’s quiet conversation about WCKD’s headquarters quickly turned sour when Gally said he might have a way in.

“You might? The hell do you mean might?” Thomas growled, turning to face Gally.

Gally sighed, stepping back from the telescope he set up. “Take a look.”

Thomas was shocked at what he saw. For the first time that day, he was utterly speechless.

“I said I had a way in, I didn’t say you were gonna like it.”

You shared a worried glance with Newt before he stepped forward to look into the telescope. He let out a deep sigh upon whatever he was looking at, and you grew increasingly more anxious. When Newt stepped away from the telescope, everyone watched as you looked into it.

Your blood instantly boiled at the sight of her. The backstabbing, two-faced, no good bitch! “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You groaned, “She’s our way in?! There’s got to be another way.”

Newt began to come to your side but Gally shoved past him. “Hey,” his voice was quiet, “It’s alright. You’re friends with her, this’ll be a piece of cake.”

“She’s not my friend.” You seethed, gripping onto the metal railing so hard your knuckles turned white. Gally unhooked your fingers from the icy gate, telling you he’d figure something out. Newt and Thomas both grimaced at Gally, sharing angry looks with each other.

—

Back at the Right Arm base, your group was debriefing what, or who, you saw.

Thomas insisted there had to be another way, which seemed to light a fire inside Newt.

As Newt began to go off of Thomas, you slowly inched your way closer to them. Just Incase. When Newt began shouting, you jumped in to intervene.

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Newt shouted to Thomas, shoving him against the wall.

You called his name, rushing forward to push him away from Thomas. You placed one hand on his chest, trying to get him to calm down. “Newt.. look at me.” You whispered. His angry eyes flickered down to yours. After a moment of looking at you, you could see his expression turn shocked. He looked back up to Thomas, mumbling a very quiet “I’m sorry”, before apologizing to everyone in the room and walking out. The room was silent for a moment. You made a move to follow but Gally grabbed your arm, “I have to speak with you.”

You looked to Thomas, silently asking if he’d check on Newt. He seemed to understand, and he nodded. “I’ll go talk to him.”

You couldn’t focus on whatever Gally was saying to you. Newt was the only thing on your mind. What happened only a moment ago? Newt was never one to snap at people, let alone shout at and shove around. Maybe it was because of the stress? Maybe something happened? Maybe-

“Y/n?” Gally’s voice interrupted your thoughts. He waved his hand in front of you, a playful smile on his face. “Are you listening?”

You blinked, unable to stop the worrying in your mind. Was Newt okay?

“What’s going on?” Gally asked, he brought his hand up to try and cup your cheek but you shook him off. “I have to go.” You didn’t leave him any time to respond before turning and running towards Newt and Thomas. Gally’s face twisted in annoyance, and he rolled his eyes before turning back to face the table.

Once you got to the roof of the building, you could see Newt sitting along the edge while Thomas crouched next to him.

“Newt!” You called, jogging up to them. “Are you okay?”

He turned his head to you with tears in his eyes, the sleeve of his jacket was pulled up to just below his elbow. When you saw the thick black veins spread throughout his forearm, you almost fell down.

“No,” you choked out, hand flying up to your mouth to hold back a sob. “You can’t be-“ tears built up in your eyes.

Newt only nodded.

You lowered yourself to your knees, pulling him in for an embrace. You cried into his shoulder.

“We can still fix this. We can.” Thomas announced.

“Don’t worry about me. This is about Minho. He needs us. So is there is even the slightest chance that we can save him, that we can get him out of there, then we have to take that. No matter what the cost.”

You pushed away from Newt gently, shaking your head.

“We’re going to save both of you, you hear me? Brenda was infected too, and she’s still alive now. You are not going to become a crank.”

“Listen to me, love,” he cupped your cheeks, “As of right now, I’m fine and our main priority is Minho. We’ll figure everything out once he’s back with us, okay?”

You nodded, allowing him to wipe the tears off of your face. Newt sent you a sad smile before pulling his jacket sleeve back down.

—

Opting to stay behind with Newt while Gally and Thomas retrieved Theresa, you had a few moments to sit alone. Jorge was with Newt and Frypan somewhere in the building. Brenda left them in search of you.

“How are you holding up?” She asked, sitting down next to you on the floor. You found a hallway that was still in pretty decent shape to hang out in.

“What do you mean?” Your eyes never ventured from your cuticles, which you were anxiously picking at.

“With this Gally and Newt situation.” Brenda reached out to pull your hands apart.

You shrugged, “I don’t even know.”

“I’ve seen Gally trying to, you know, make a move on you.“

“Do you think he knows about Newt and I?”

“I don’t think so. Are you going to tell him?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you still in love with him?”

“No, I don’t think I am. Not anymore at least. I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know what I feel,” You sighed, resting your head in your hands, “I loved Gally. I truly did but I don’t think I still do. That makes me such a shitty person, doesn’t it?”

“No, y/n. That guy basically died. You had months to grieve and you had to move on. That doesn’t mean you don’t love Gally but you just don’t love him like before, you know?“

“I do love Gally, but it’s only a ‘he used to me my boyfriend but he died and I’ll always remember him’ love and I don’t even know how that works now that he’s alive.”

“It works basically the same. It’s only a love for what you had, not for him anymore.”

“I guess..”

Brenda reached for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“So why don’t you want to tell him?”

“I don’t know how, and I don’t know how he’ll react. Back in the Glade, he was always known for being a hot head. I don’t want anything to happen that would jeopardize our plan to save Minho.”

“Do you love Newt?”

“I really really do.” You nodded.

“Well then that settles it. You’re with Newt now, the two of you are happy. That’s all that matters. If Gally really loves you, he won’t do anything to stop that, or mess with our plan.”

“You’re right, Brenda.” You nodded, finally turning to look at her. “You know what-“

Frypans voice cut you off as he poked his head into the hallway. “They’re back.”

[andymull]

WWE Survivor Series 2018 - Preview & Predictions

Brock Lesnar © vs Daniel Bryan ©: Non Title Match

A match we thought we’d never see, or didn’t really want as we don’t need Bryan being suplexed on his neck a lot……..sorry but yeah.

Should be fun for what it is with nothing really on the line here, Id love to see a super serious heel Daniel Bryan like his past ROH character, just take it to Lesnar hard with elbows/forearms/kicks/stomps with his ultimate aim in wearing down the beast’s arm or neck (hey I want him to bring back cattle mutilation) for a submission victory.

I really hope Brock is looking at this match in a fun way giving him the opportunity to show off his wrestling skills against a great, and not having to rely on all the big power moves like normal, make this about the challenge and one upping each other to give the fans something really fresh for a change.

The finish here, like most on the show, doesn’t really matter and is more of thinking of ways to avoid burying champions in defeat. I originally had Styles coming out in anger at dropping the title to cause the finish, but if we get the serious challenge I mentioned it wouldn’t make the loser look too bad in defeat as the appreciation shown between the two would be evident and would gain a respect from the viewers easy. I didn’t see anyway that Lesnar wouldn’t go over, but to be honest him losing to Bryan doesn’t mean much to him as he still walks away with his title, while Bryan walks away with some major momentum to SD live – BRYAN

Ronda Rousey © vs Charlotte: Non Title Match

Sadly, not the match we wanted in Rousey/Lynch but outside factors dictated the change with injury, so, the proposed Wrestlemania main event gets brought earlier in the schedule and rushed into tonight. I went from wanting Ronda to lose her undefeated streak to Becky tonight to wanting Rousey to destroy Charlotte with ease and spend the final few minutes of time she has calling out Becky even more on the mic.

My interest level in Charlotte is low, I don’t dig her as a face or love her ringwork that much, but she is still a good talent to be in there with Ronda and get something great from her.

This bout is probably confusing and worrying management backstage in how they book it, they wanted this for the Mania main event potentially, but now have had to rush into it for a one-off match that may not be going anywhere else for a long time. The finish should be a very strong win for Rousey while hyping the Becky match more with Charlotte being a far off focus sadly, but I doubt they want to treat Flair that way just incase they change their minds and go back to it for Mania if Becky cools off big time by then. But still they HAVE to go with the long-term plans here and have Ronda go over – ROUSEY

Seth Rollins © vs Shinsuke Nakamura ©: Non Title Match

Such an awesome match on tap here with hardly any chat building it, no stakes on the line no benefits for the winner………..but who cares its going to be great!! – NAKAMURA

Mickie James, Nia Jax, Nattie, Tamina & Ruby Riot vs Carmella, Asuka, Naomi, Sonya Deville & ?: Traditional Survivor Series Elimination Match

The ? was the original spot of Charlotte for the show but she was moved upto the Rousey matchup leaving a spot available here, so why not look at the alternatives available for it first. The Iconics, Lana, Mandy Rose or Zelina Vega are seemingly the options left if we ignore the Paige rumours as of late, and out of those its gotta be between Mandy and the Iconics for the spot with Mandy leading  with Sonya already in the match.

Now onto the match……..yeah this looks pretty awful doesn’t it, with the likes of Ember, Sasha and Bayley not on the show while Tamina is this becomes more confusing and less desirable to watch.

Lets go for a Raw team win, and to give the match an interesting edge has the survivors be Nattie and Ruby. Let them despise each other but have to work together…..and do so well, to take the victory and add more to their feud ............Or they could remove Nattie AND Ruby on the kick off show and mess my thoughts up lol – RAW

Bobby Lashley, Drew McIntyre, Braun Strowman, Dolph Ziggler & Finn Balor vs Samoa Joe, Jeff Hardy, Shane McMahon, The Miz & Rey Mysterio: Traditional Survivor Series Elimination Match

At leas there’s something in terms of stakes here for someone, Braun winning gets him Corbin then Lesnar, but even if he loses I’m sure he’ll still get Corbin then Lesnar so oh well lol

Some great depth here compared to the women’s elimination match and with some time and clever booking it should be a fun match as well.

In terms of winners I would have gone for Raw, but, on Raw the other week Steph mentioned how they had won two years in a row over SD Live and really that should have had a red flashing light pop up on screen the moment she said it – SD LIVE

Buddy Murphy © vs Mustafa Ali: Cruiserweight Title Match

Now this should be another awesome match with Ali defeating Tony Nese to gain this opportunity, and after the No DQ match they had earlier in the year this could be great and trouble other matches to get near it. No title change yet but Ali will take him to the limit – MURPHY

Authors of Pain (AOP) © vs The Bar ©: Non Titles Match

I swear they’ve put this match together for the sole reason of having Big Show and Maverick face off at ringside, that’s it, as for match quality Cesaro is in for a major challenge to get something good going here, fingers crossed – AOP

10 vs 10 Traditional Survivor Series Tag Team Elimination Match: Kick-off Show

Could we not squeeze some more people into this……

The best thing about this match was the graphic they had before this weeks SD Live, all the Raw teams were announced with only The Uso’s and The New Day on there so far for team SD Live, and really the SD live team would have won with those teams only – SD LIVE

A heavy show in terms of the number of people being used, not sure we will get the best finishes for the main matches, but at the same time I hope that leads to more feuds being set up or strengthened because of run ins/DQ’s. And with poor finishes it may lead to them having to inject a major angle or two to try and cover for them with the crowd in attendance.

I hope everyone enjoys and fingers crossed we see some NXT call ups very soon……. Just saying

Bye for now Andy

[toybonnieofficial]

That's okay :D I don't really have any questions in specific so talk about whatever you want :3

I'm putting it under a cut because it's a lot

Well. I've never been a really big fan of crowded places, even as a kid, but I felt really at ease in that house.

We lived on a pretty large plot of land owned by Freddy's family. The house had three stories, and there were cabins and trails in the woods. The first floor was a business area, where a lot of our money came from. We all worked there, and some of us had side jobs. The second and third floors were the living area, there was a living room and a bunch of rooms. Half of the third floor was taken up by Bonnie's lab. The house was bigger on the inside then it was on the outside, so it wasn't like we were stuffed in

When I first got there I hated it. It was loud, there were a lot of people I didn't know and couldnt communicate with. I wasn't even there by choice, I was brought in from the woods after I had blacked out. I tried to run away a lot, I especially hated Freddy. He was loud and agressive. I didn't talk to anyone, I got messages across with pen and paper.

I was put in a room with Frederick. He gave me space, didnt try to talk to me a lot. They ended up boarding up his windows because I would try to get out that way at night.

Everyone shared a room with someone, except for Frederick. That's why I was put with him. I remember the first time he talked to me fully, he was sat on his bed and just started talking, not caring if I responded. He talked about a little girl at his second job who had gotten lost. He talked about an old married couple who would always stop by the cafe to give him bread. I met them eventually, when I started going out to the cafe to see Frederick. They were really kind.

I don't think I would be where I am today if it wasn't for that house. There was a bonfire they had every month, where Mari would put the kids to bed and everyone would gather outside around a fire and just talk and sing and perform.

Sometimes we would have tag wars in the woods. Freddy said it was to keep us ready incase we ever needed to fight, but it was mostly fun and games. The rules were survival of the fittest, whoever got bested in a scuffle would be out. You could set traps, avoid conflict, ambush people. There were very little rules other than no hurting others. I was especially good at the tag wars, I loved climbing trees

The forest was an oak forest, but there was a single, stunted Redwood in it. The Redwood was smaller than others and grew weird, it was between the house and the town I grew up. I know where it came from, I was there when the seed was dropped and planted. Frederick helped me build a house in its branches. The tree was special to me, really special. I used to talk to it in hopes it would talk back. It never did.

There was a river in the woods, with a little path leading to it. It would flood a lot when it rained. One time I got stuck on the wrong side of it and had to stay the night in one of the cabins. I didnt think I would mind, but that was when I realized the house had become my home. I used to enjoy sitting in the rain by myself, but I missed the activity at home and was miserable the entire night and day after.

During the winter, when it snowed, I would go to Fredericks cafe and sit outside and wait for him. There was a bench just outside, and he would bring me a coffee every time and sit with me during break. If I wasn't there he would text me and ask if I was ok.

I've talked long enough. Sorry if this is too much