#y’all I swear I thought I posted this yesterday…

[clumsiestgiantess]

@littlescaryinternetguy NOW I’ve got you.

[charmedreincarnation]

Ya bitch got into the void state

Champagne anon here and your mf girlll got in the mf void state and manifested her dream life. This happened a week ago, and I’ve been chilling but I do wanna share my story to help others. Gotta give Thanks to Maya, and so many other bloggers and even anon. Y’all hoes will forever be in my heart, and I’m forever grateful 🥹 also Maya girl you told me when I succeed to get into detail and I got nothing to do for the next two hours so imaaa just share it all here in detail.

I also wanna especially thank all the black creators on tumblr!! I didn’t know there were so many of us using the law. It always seems the world is so against us, and there’s nothing we can do abt it but nahhhh!! we can all live our best melanated lives regardless. Periodt, as we should it’s about goddamned time after everything we’ve been though 😂

Anyways!!!! after reading this: https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/717864613626134528/im-your-bubble-anon-but-i-made-this-burner-to success story yesterday I got hella motivated. I read that shit and I thought I posted it on accident because it was everything I had been through, and had been thinking anyways. That anon ate your tumblr habits btw. If y’all haven’t seen my good sis’s sucess post go check that shut out rn, On god it will help.

At the end that anon (my mf dawg 🙏) included that they manifested for everyone. Now ion know if that shit actually work tbh. I’ve seen people say you can and can’t, but tbh the vibes were too high for me to doubt. I was like ight, okay fuck it, ima leave my dream life. Whether it me, that anon, or the devil himself ion give a fuck.

So that’s whatssss a bitch did!!! I just affirmed all day it was very fulfilling. People who hate on affirming are mad corny. I can’t lie that shit works hella fast even if you don’t believe it. Idk if that anon’s void manifesting helped or what but I didn’t do much and after 3 months of trying I entered the damn void state. I’m mad I thought I had to be on some ghandi shit to do this (no hate to him hes da man) but you rlly don’t y’all. BUT LEMME TALK MY SHIT ALL YOU NEED IS AFFIRMING AND PERSISTENCE.

Anyways I went go bed excited asl!! I wrote my script that was like 10 pages long I can’t lie I did the most… but it’s whateva. I woke up in the void state after waking up at 4 am or sum, and i was like oh shityyyt lemme manifest rq and skrttt out this hoe. So that’s what a mf did 😂😂

Anyways the part y’all’s is waiting for. This is what ya girl manifested

Desired face and body. I was in shock how all the details came to life. Y’all im a solid 100/10 it’s giving natural bbl and Aliyah. I swear to gahhh everywhere I go people be trying to peep. I’m not used to being treated like a fucking celeb everywhere I go, whole time it’s just my fat gyattttt

Being the hottest 16 yr old IT GIRL at my school, and having lucky girl syndrome. People call me a mini jayda wayda, but tbh I’m better than her now. No hoe is ever gonna cheat on meee like they did her…bye. She’s still gorgeous as fuck tho

Perfect school life. Your girl is set to be the Valedictorian when I graduate (my school has 4!) I’m also sophomore year President, captain of the basketball team, apart of some volunteer programs through my school, and so much more. My resume and college application is abt to be so fuckin fire in 2 years. As I should Columbia is a competitive ass school 😤😤 that aside everyone always tryna link, I got 3 guys fighting over me (whole damn love square), so many people tryna be my friends, teachers love me, and I excel in everything I do.

My Family being rich assss fuck. My dad got a Wikipedia now and his net worth is 22 million dollars. He owns a hedge fund company now, we love a man in finance 😍😍 AS HE FUCKING SHOULD. He got a material gurlll daughter. Two in fact now.

Fire ass crib. Bro it’s a 9 million dollar penthouse, perfect for ragers. I woke up here and my room is decorated to my personality, pintrest clothes all in my closet, I got an exotic pitbull and frenchie, and the house is just mad clean and fire, I’m obsessed with it. Rarely ever wanna leave now.

My mom not being strict. That bald headed ass hoe use to be mad annoying. Y’all know how Haitians are. Mad annoying as fuck and strict for no reason. Now I go out everyday and come home at midnight and no one gives a fuck. Everyone minds their own business as they should.

Having an older brother and younger sister. I was an only child, because I was a miracle baby bc my mom was infertile. Now she got 3 of us, so she can stop being only in my buisness. I’m just playin I love my mom regardless she’s just hella clingy. Anyways my brother is mad protective but also be wrestling mad aggressive for no damn reason. He gave me a bruise but it’s whateva Ima get my lick back. I also always wanted to be an older sister, bc I’d love to be a role model! My sister is 10 and adores me soo much it’s so adorable 🥹 lmfaooo, she’s mad spoiled by me and my mom but it is what it is.

Successful lip gloss business and being a successful drop shipper. Now you didn’t think a sista wasn’t gonna give herself a career just because I’m young right 🤨🤨 we’ll ya wrong. Ya girl is making 200k-400k a year. I barely even use my money cause I got an allowance from my parents… but still, financial literacy and wealth is so important to me especially as a black woman.

A pookie bae. Y’all know I wasn’t gonna deal with finding a loyal cute and funny guy in nyc. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack. Anyways I got me a fine ass boo. I just wrote down all the features I wanted in him like for exampleS finically secure so he can spoil me, handsome as fuck, tall, funny asl, kind, little clingy, deep raspy voice, nice hand, good hygiene and style,yanno yanooo !!! Plus some other shit and whewww the void did me so good. Nowww my boo bear is a lil cracker and I’ve never dated a white boy befuh but my am I surprised. I wake up everyday with some long ass appreciation texts and plans already made ! Y’all know I love me a dominant man who knows what he wants. He’s got some nice ass clothes, nice car and crib, made me a passenger princess and spoils me way too much. He doesn’t complain abt my mood swings and simps in the best way possible. Not to mention he’s fine afkkk he’s giving vinnie hacker. He’s also 6’1 and I’m 5’1 so that height difference is soooo hot I can’t lie I feel so so safe with him 🫣 I could go on all day but in short he’s more than perfect

+ so much more but this is what shocked me the most. Anyways I’ve been living like this for the past week and it just feel so natural. I keep forgetting I got into the void but whateva I’m the only who knows anyways. Anyways live yo best life and neva give upppp. I gotta go but I’ll probably eventually make a blog. My names angela so look out for it. I’m just mad lazy soo idk tho !!!

Angela out 🫡✌️

Girl this was so fun to read, I’m just as excited for you lmfao. I love seeing black women win, and thank you for sharing your methods! Enjoy your best life and come back if it resonates with your life bae !!!

[pretending-ican-write]

Cowboy Up - Pt.6

A/n: It's here y'all! After this part we'll be getting into the show and I can't wait to start incorporating my own character into the episodes!

I need your input! I'm currently going through the show episode by episode to pull out what I want to use for this fic and I've reached ep5 when Travis first turns up and I am seriously undecided about his relationship with the reader. It is more than likely that they would have interacted on the circuit but I'm split between him having a flirty relationship or a older-brother-protective vibe. Let me know your thoughts!

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

WC: 1649

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That summer was one of the hottest y/n could ever recall having in Montana.  Unfortunately hot weather didn’t negate the fact that there was always work to do on the ranch.  Yesterday one of the freshly backed colts had thrown a fit in the corral resulting in kicking the fence hard enough to break it.  So the job for the day was to put a new log into the fence so they could use the corral again.

Y/n had abandoned jeans in favour of shorts out in the sun, a tank top and she had opted to swap her cowboy hat for the cap Kayce had given her for her birthday despite having claimed she’d never wear it around the wranglers.  Lloyd was holding the log up whilst she worked to secure it to the post.

Around the corral the other hands were doing their own work and a small group of them were hiding from the sun in the shade of the barn.  They were mostly busy watching y/n do her own work, more specifically how she looked in her shorts.

“God damn that girl has an ass,” one of them commented.

Another one agreed, “you just know that she’d give you a good time.”

Colby and Ryan were a little way off cleaning tack getting more annoyed at every comment the men were making.  Ryan was getting more frustrated by what they were saying and how oblivious she was to how they were treating her.  His friend was less concerned about that and more occupied trying to stop the hand from doing something he would regret.

Rip emerged from the barn to say something to them when Ryan snapped at them, “will you shut the fuck up?  It’s disgusting to hear you talk about her like that.  She’s your boss’ daughter for fuck sake have some damn respect.  Someone’ll rip your tongues out for saying that next time.” 

Y/n overheard his shouting from across the corral and couldn’t help but smile to herself at his defence of her.  Ever since Rip had threatened him (and the rest of the bunkhouse but they clearly hadn’t taken those threats to heart) after finding her asleep in Ryan’s bunk years ago, he’d been very careful with his interactions with the younger woman.  They’d remained close friends, and he’d been instrumental in her integration with the wranglers, but it had never gone further than that despite what both of them not-so-secretly wanted to happen.

Lloyd looked at the smile on her face and rolled his eyes, “y’all have been pining after each other for years.  When will it end?”

“If I had a say in it it would’ve been over before anyone noticed but if he has it his way it seems like never,” y/n sighed, “I think Rip’s threat from forever ago ruined it.”

He watched Ryan whose eyes were on her, “might go insane if I have to watch y’all making eyes at each other for much longer.  You and I can both handle Rip if needs be.”

She laughed at the idea of someone ‘handling’ Rip.  The only people she believed were able to handle the foreman were her father and Beth, no matter how poorly her sister treated the man.  In reality, Rip had a soft spot for the youngest Dutton and Lloyd was the only wrangler on the ranch that would stand a chance arguing against Rip.  He left her to go and deal with something else, leaving Colby to help with the other side of the fence.

“Swear he woulda murdered them if it had gone on much longer,” her friend joked, “practically fire in his eyes when he saw how they were looking at you.”

Y/n shook her head, “I’ve been trying to get him to make a move since I was 18, Colby.  I don’t think he’s gonna start now.”

“I love both of you but I will help Lloyd lock you in the tack room if this goes on any longer.  Feel sorry for the poor bastard watching this for years.  I’m done with it after a few months,” Colby laughed, “just make a move for everyone’s benefit.”

-/-/-

That evening the temperature had cooled down from the scorcher of the afternoon but it was still uncomfortable, hot enough that y/n was still wearing shorts.  Most of the hands were sitting around the table playing cards but she had chosen to sit the game out in favour of reading the book she’d been waiting weeks for.  Every once in a while some of the conversation would break through her reading bubble and y/n would laugh at the insults that got thrown around half-heartedly.

After a little while the focus of their conversation moved away from their game of poker to their romance lives, or more accurately their struggles with romance being wranglers.  They were complaining about how difficult it was with their work schedules to meet girls.  Y/n shook her head slightly at their trivial problems.

“Reckon we’d all be better off if Dutton over there gave a piece of ass up,” a hand commented nonchalantly.  

As soon as the words had come out of his mouth, Ryan was out of his chair as was Colby to stop his friend doing something.  Colby grabbed his shoulder and arm, keeping him firmly away from the other hand.

“Hit a nerve have I?  Thought she was supposed to be off limits to the bunkhouse?  Just you getting at or you sharing it with your friend?  Care to let us join in on-”

Before he was able to finish his sentence, Lloyd had punched him, “you don’t speak about her like that, ever.  Anyone thinks that’s okay and there’s more than just me to answer for.  Rip will know about this.”

The tension in the room was broken by the sound of the door slamming shut and they looked up to see that y/n was no longer sitting on the sofa.

Lloyd looked over at Ryan, “I think you best follow her.  Now or never, son.”

-/-/-

Ryan exited the bunkhouse and saw her sat on the corral fence in the fading light, cigarette smoke drifting into the sky.  He headed across the drive to join her and leant against the fence beside her, letting her finish the cigarette before starting the conversation.  When she was done, y/n threw the stub into the sand and watched silently as it smoked on the ground.  Her eyes remained fixed on the mountains as if she could pretend he wasn’t there if she didn’t look at him despite the fact his arm was practically touching her thigh.

“You gonna say anything?” She asked.

Ryan sighed, “was kinda waiting for you to start the conversation this time, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know what you expect me to say.  I really don’t need you jumping to protect me the moment one of them says something about me.  Can’t be a ranch hand and not expect someone to say something about it.  I’m a big girl.  Plus Rip has it handled, something you haven’t seemed to forget,” y/n added bitterly.

“You can’t seriously expect me to just sit there and let them say that shit about you y/n?  No one should say that,” he argued.

Y/n looked at him, “that’s exactly what I expect.  You got no right to be that overprotective with the people we fuckin’ work with when you’re just as bad as them sitting staring at me like that.”

“The fuck are you tryna say,” Ryan growled.

She sighed and turned around, getting off the fence to move away from him.  Y/n turned away to take another cigarette from her pocket to avoid answering his question.  He watched her for a moment as she took a long inhale before turning back to look at him.

“It’s all good and well you tryna fight anyone who has something to say about me but we both know you ain’t gonna do anything about it except just sit there and stare because you’re fuckin afraid!  I’m so over it Ryan either make the move I’ve been waiting for you to make for 10 years or stop acting like you get a say in my life,” she ranted at him.

Ryan took her in in front of him, cigarette between her lips and frustration in her eyes before making his decision.  Within one step he was in front of her, taking a moment to see if she would stop him before taking the cigarette out of her mouth and putting it out under his boot.  Y/n inhaled sharply when he placed his hands gently on her hips, using them to walk her backwards until her back hit the barn wall.  

Ryan kept one hand on her hip and moved the other to her cheek, “last chance to change your mind, sweetheart.”

“Been waiting for you since I was 18 don’t make me wait any longer,” she whispered into the space between them.

With no more hesitation he kissed her.  Y/n responded by fisting her hands in the front of his shirt.  After a moment, he pulled away and rested his forehead against her.  Y/n allowed her eyes to fall shut as she reveled in the moment she’d been imagining for so long.

Ryan kissed her again, “do I live up to expectations sweetheart?”

“Better than I could have hoped,” y/n smiled, “we’re gonna have to be careful though.  I reckon I can handle Rip if I need to but if dad finds out he won’t hesitate to fire you and I won’t let you leave here.”

He nodded, “I’ll follow your lead.  Colby won’t say anything and Lloyd’ll just be happy that he no longer has to deal with me staring at you longingly.”

“Gonna be fun sneaking round.  Never got to do it in high school,” she teased.

Ryan laughed, “you’ll be worth it sweetheart.”

[alexa-fika]

Hey, can you do a niffty reader with whitebeard pirates?

basicly niffty is a housekeeper who quote on quote "likes killing mother bugs in front of baby bugs as a warning to the others" is very much a probem child in the mentaly unstable way, likes punishing bad boys(whatever that means) and likes stabing people, Multiple times.

She is from hazbin hotel

Menace Ahoy( Whitebeard pirates x male!child!reader)

A/N, y’all I had this one ready yesterday but I forgot to post it 🤭 And then forgot to do it this morning too,oops. If you know Hazbin Hotel you know what you can expect on a character based on nifty, if not expect references to blood killing and overall red flags in a child 😂

Update: (Female Version)

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“You lost him?!”

“The hell do you mean me?! You were also supposed to keep an eye on him!”

“That’s enough the both of you! Right now, we need to focus on finding him before he sneaks into the kitchen or the training areas.” The first-mad yelled, scolding his crewmates

“I swear I had him by my side a few seconds ago. I just I blinked, and just like that, gone! It’s like he just up and vanished!” Ace said desperately, looking around

“That’s why you can’t take your eyes off him; he is quick like that,” mutters Vista, thinking of where the little menace could have run off to now

“He wouldn’t get off the ship, would he?” He questions

“Unlikely, he will only get down once he sees one of us has deboarded, and despite looking for trouble, he won’t leave our side unless we tell him he can,” Izou pipes in

Their discussion is quickly cut short as two voices join their conversation

“What have I told you about sneaking into the kitchen?” Thatch grumbles, holding the child by the scruff of his shirt walking closer to the men

“But it was a mess! I needed to clean the mess up!” He fusses, looking up at the chef

“No, uh, Kitchen is a big No, No, don’t trust you not to steal one of my knives again.”

“But it was a mess; I need to go back and clean it; I need to make sure it’s clean, so much mess, I need to clean it,” he rambled on as he began to spiral on the thought of the kitchen and all the tools and areas that needed to be cleaned up

“Hey, Hey, I get you want to clean, but you can’t just barge in and start cleaning; you could get badly hurt if you touched one of the hot surfaces. Please don’t go back in there without one of us,” He said, lowering the kid to the ground

“Just don’t sneak in there again, got it?”

“Sorrey”

“It’s okay; I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried you could get badly hurt. How about you come to ask me first, and I‘ll let you know if I help clean?”

He grins, nodding excitedly

“Okay!”

“Hey, Dokucha, are you coming with us?” Called Vista; Marco and Izou already waiting for the pair at the port

“Yeah!” The exclaimed, running his way but skidding to a stop and looking at the two behind him

“Are you not coming?” He asked, looking at Thatch and Ace

“I’ll stay here; I have some things to attend to in the kitchen,” Thatch replies; he takes a moment to sigh and rub his head

“Someone has to keep this idiot some company,” quips Ace with a grin, only to groan as his comment was received with a hit on the back of the head

“What the hell, Thatch?!”

He snickers at his brothers' antics and resumes running his way to Vista, joining him as they go down the gangway

“Where are we going?”

Marco looks back at the two

“I need to refill some of the medical supplies; after that, we need to stack up on drinks,” Marco answered, looking down at the list he held in his hands

He jumps his way to Marco, hanging from his shoulder to take a look at the note

“What’s gunpowder? And what the hell is whetstone?” the boy asked, squinting at the words in the note

“Language,” muttered Marco, giving a side eye to the child on his shoulder

“Whetstones are used to sharpen swords, Dokucha; I need it to sharpen my swords; the one we have has grown dull,” Vista answered

“Hehehehe, Can I have the swords when you sharpen them?”

“Certainly not.”

“Just for a little bit, just want to test them; how do you know if they go through the skin if you don’t try it?” He grinned, a maniacal look growing in his eyes

“Who are you trying this on?!”

“I can find people to stab real quick; you won’t miss them.”

“No”

“I can use the blood of our enemies.”

“Still no.”

“Bah, what about gunpowder?”

“It’s used for firing weapons like my pistols,” Izou replied, showing the kid his pistols as he said that

“No.”

“Din’t even ask!”

“Don’t need to; you wouldn’t be allowed.”

“Ugh, party poopers,” he whined, sticking his tongue at the two

They roll their eyes at his antics, a chuckle escaping Vista as he shakes his head

“You’re quite something, Dokucha,” Marco stated, putting the note away and beginning to make his way into town

“I wouldn’t trust you with a wea- Agh!” His words were cut off as one of the locals knocked into him, causing him to stumble slightly in surprise

“Watch where you’re walking, dumbass,” they growl, continuing their way deeper into town

“…”

“Stab, Stab?” He said, not taking his eyes off the person as they walked away, an ominous-looking smile growing on his face

“Leave them,” Marco groaned, brushing himself off

“But they deserve it to have their blood splattered!”

“They are not worth it,” Vista sighed, shaking his head

“It’s fine. Let them have their rude ways; they hardly deserve any of you’re attention,” Izou added

“Don’t let people like that bother you, Dokucha; people like that enjoy pushing people around. It’s best not to waste your time with them,” Vista finished

“They were rude; come on, just one stab! I’ll make the prettiest painting with their blood.”

“No”

“No one will mis-

“Absolutely not”

Everyone would be hap-

“Just drop it.”

“Come o-

The three stated their answers firmly, all three sharing a similar tone that told him there was no room for discussion

“Party poopers”

So how was that? I tried to keep Dokucha an unhinged child, in a comedic way and make sure not to pass that line where you’re like bro this kid is a psychopath and no one should be near him. Im not sure if I was able to establish that balance here

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[creepycranberry]

Poetry On Perspective

Eddie x EnglishMajor!reader

This is just something I wrote after consuming too much poetry (I tried okay?)

I think Eddie would like Bukowski.

Warnings and notes: she/her pronouns, some swearing, not proofread, not much of an ending, kind of open ended (might do another part, idk)

I hope y’all like it :)

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“I’ve read bukowski,” she starts, up on the stage with her hair swept up behind her head, her bangs tickling her eyelashes as her eyes look downward to focus on the words she had previously written on the page, “and I’ve seen what Dickinson had to say. Two thoroughly different viewpoints, differing outlooks on love. With no more in agreement than that it exists. A man who talks of lovers and sparrows, and the whores and the pigeons. And a girl who speaks of death and men, and her garden and love.”

Jeff’s face was screwed up and gareth was shaking his head.

Eddie had read bukowski.

Eddie had referenced bukowski.

Hidden in the folds of a guitar riff and rock ballad were the stanzas to The Twins.

“Bukowski is an empty bar and a calloused hand and Dickinson is a robin at a bird bath and a carriage ride with an old friend. Perspective is a mistress who never appears the same for more than a month. She changes as the wind does, ebbs and flows depending on her mood.”

Eddie didn’t understand the entire point of the girl’s rambling.

Then again he wasn’t meant to be here. He was supposed to be an hour away in a hotel with a cigarette. Maybe a joint.

A flat tire had landed him on the side of the road, band members and equipment in tow. A bus of college students drove them into town, grant found a phone and called someone to help get the van but until they got it into town the guys were here.

They had watched the students go up one by one and read off nonsensical passages in their journals.

Eddie hadn’t been paying attention until the pretty girl came up on stage. Her sweaters hem a few inches above that of her skirt and her black nail polish chipped as she avoided the gaze of the crowd and flipped through her notebooks pages.

Her notebook was covered in doodles of different flowers and fish and post-it notes bloomed from the top of the thing until about halfway through where the pages were pristine and likely unused.

What had mainly caught his attention were the tattoos on her legs. Different patches of sharks and flowers adorned her skin. One in particular went from just above her knee and crept around the back of her thigh and up into her skirt.

He wanted to see what the rest of it looked like, what images the upper expanse of her thighs might be hiding and did her arms match?

“Perspective changes when she pleases. One day she can be the same as ever, grass is grass and flowers bloom and babies laugh, and the next maybe the grass weeds and flowers wilt and babies wail and fuss. A year is a week, a day is a decade. Your grandparents got married yesterday and you broke up with your ex a lifetime ago. Grass is grass, it’s meant to hold the dirt together, grass is weeds meant to invade your fathers yard so you never stop hearing about them. Babies laugh and babies cry but you don’t have to worry about that because you’re single and might die alone so you might never have babies. Your boyfriend was your everything and now your ex is the reason you smoke. Etc.”

She ends her rambling and closes her journal, looking to the rest of the small bar for critiques and hopefully some encouragement.

“It could use some clarity.” A boisterous voice pipes up and Eddie scans the crowd for the perpetrator.

A guy with thick rimmed glasses and patchy stubble stares up at her, his face the picture of audacity.

“I thought her point was perfectly clear.” Eddie shrugs and the guy looks over at Eddie before sighing.

“Her transitions weren’t clear, her sentences could be more concise. Her rambling could be poetry if it were only a bit more clear.” The guy offers.

“Or you could argue that adopting the style of bukowski and melding it with the imagery Dickinson was prone to using.” Eddie argues and the guy pauses thoughtfully, his lips pressing into a thin line as he pulls together his thoughts.

Gareth and Jeff exchange a look of confusion at Eddie's knowledge of poetry and literature while Grant seems to be enthralled with the argument between the two boys.

“That’s a good take. I just mean that the initial examples of Dickinson and Bukowski could be better transitioned into her next points about perspective.”

Eddie nods, “I could see why you would make that argument but I kinda like the rambling. She’s writing how she thinks. Thoughts don’t always transition seamlessly, I think it’s pretty cool to just hear someone’s thoughts on a subject and I like that she gets you to think about it yourself.”

“I guess that’s just perspective for you.” The guy shrugs and Eddie grins, silently agreeing with him.

Eddie turns his attention to the girl in front of the class, “the personal touches were nice. Your writing was relatable. My uncle is probably outside our house fighting with the weeds right now.”

The girl smiles, “thank you, Eddie.”

Eddies eyebrows raise at his name. He didn’t know how she knew it but fuck did it sound nice when she said it. She smiled and stared at him through her bangs, pulling her notebook to her chest to discreetly reveal the doodle of corroded coffins' first album cover.

She stands up and goes back to her seat. The next person comes up but Eddie isn’t paying any attention to whatever they have to say.

He’s too stuck on her. Too obsessed with never letting his eyes leave her to even consider whatever the fuck the asshole on stage has to say.

He wants to try and talk tk her after all of the readings are through but as the students file onto the bus grant blocks his view of her, letting him and the guys know that the van is in the shop at the moment getting the tire changed and they should able to get back on the road in an hour or two.

By the time Eddie looks up from grant the bus doors are closing the girl is gone.

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! Look: idk how military promotions were decided (especially in the 40s) so I’m making stuff up! Don’t question questionable things: just go with it.

I was supposed to post this yesterday, sorry for the wait! Love y’all, enjoy x

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Mentions of SA /rape(not detailed), lots of self blame/guilt/hatred, swearing ....... I think that's it?

Made of Glass

Chapter nine: Eight Chaperones

Of course Birdie had felt guilt before.

She thought back to her childhood; the time she broke her Ma's priceless heirloom and blamed it on her brother, or when she accidentally let one of the horses out and watched as it ran off into the distance never to be seen again. The gut-wrenching feeling almost made her sick, she hated having that emotion swirling inside of her.

But this was different, by far the worse case of guilt she had ever experienced. The words that left Colonel Sink's mouth fell on deaf ears. Birdie couldn't focus, all noises around her were smothered and replaced with a high pitched ringing.

She had no control of her body, her limbs went numb and lead heavy. Her eyes locked onto one particular spot of the wall and everything else faded into nothing.

“Hey, you okay?” The question was ignored, “Birdie?”

Birdie...

Birdie...

Birdie...

Her senses flooded back all at once. Her vision refocused and concerned faced came into her view, she heard the voices in the room more clearly and her fingertips tingled slightly. She tested out the movement of her hands by brushing them through her loose hair.

Lucy and Blythe had settled on her bed on either side of her while Connie and Charlotte sat across from her atop the blondes cot, their knees touching hers.

Bernadette lifted her head watching the men in the room grow increasingly more uncomfortable by the second. All they could do was watch as the women mourned their friend and processed the trauma she had been through.

“Your escorts will be here within the hour.” She didn't know who said it but it was definitely a man.

“Escorts?” Birdie repeated, she'd obviously missed something while she had contemplated her comrades assault.

“I know it's a lot to take in, so we will be providing a safe space to talk about what happened.” The Lieutenant in the room told her. He went on to explain the schedule and how each woman would have a rotating group of NCOs from their company to be their glorified bodyguards for the duration of their time in Toccoa.

Birdie wanted to scream at the top of her lungs that it wasn't good enough, assigning them babysitters and offering therapy wasn't going to change what had happened to Harriet and it sure as hell wasn't going to stop it from happening again.

Anger burned inside of her, building up until she couldn't hold it back anymore, she scoffed gaining the attention of her superiors.

“And what about them?” Birdie's voice was dark and venomous, her eyes narrowed and fist curled, pressing crescent shaped creases into the palms of her hands.

The appalled look shared around the room told her that no one was expecting her to speak up with that tone, especially while she glared at the Colonel.

“What are you going to do 'bout those men, who are still out there by the way. Are they gettin' away with it? With raping and beating her till she was on the brink of death?” Her voice had begun to wobble but the distain was still present.

“I think we should give you some time to process this-” Major Strayer tried to soothe the disgruntled woman.

“No. That's bullshit.” Her words were harsh and abrupt, cutting him off, “They get to do that and get away with it while we are the ones bein' chaperoned?”

“You're right.” Sink spoke up solemnly, quietening the room.

“I- what?” Birdie's head tilted, she had expected a reprimand for cutting off a Major or raising her voice at the Colonel but instead was hit with the words of an understanding man.

“This is a new situation. One that we've never had to deal with before now.” He let out a heavy sigh, “Now I am shocked and disgusted by the behaviour of those individuals. But-” He was genuine, keeping his voice even and calm, “What would you have us do?” He asked Birdie, “We don't have enough information to dish out punishments on a whim.”

“Well.... Firstly I would.... I would ask any man involved to come forward and confess.” This was something she had learnt from her Father. He would sit Birdie and her siblings down and ask the guilty party to disclose the secrets they held, he would let them come to him in private, knowing it was harder to do with an audience.

“I would give them till the end of the day to sign a written confession.” Sink nodded at her words, he too had thought about offering a window for the guilty party to admit their crime but without incentive he didn't expect anyone to take the offer. He worded his doubts to the woman; who provided a solution.

“Make their punishment lesser, demote them if they hold rank and transfer them out of the regiment.”

“And how's that incentive?” Major Strayer mouthed off at the lady, rolling his eyes but Sink waved him off.

“Anyone who doesn't come forward will be dishourably discharged.” Bernadette explained, using a similar tone back at the Major.

“But how would we-”

“Ask the men to become informants.” Birdie interrupted Strayers dumb thought, “They'll know, the men talk to each other. Someone will give them up, we've made friends. All of us. Harriet the most.”

“We'll discuss logistics... but I think you're right, Corporal Coldwell. The men will know.” Colonel Sink turned to leave but not before Birdie could speak up once more,

“Oh, Sir, It's actually Private. Private Coldwell.”

“Hm.... Corporal suits you better.” He gave he a brief smile and nod before leaving with the two men on his trail.

The barracks were quiet for a second until Charlotte spoke up.

“We should get changed, our escorts will be here soon.” Reminding everyone of they would have a shadow who would follow them round every second of every day.

“Oh, and Congrats Corporal Birdie.” She volunteered a small smile at the brunette who was still reeling in the information.

Only ten minutes later, a gentle knock on their barracks door informed the woman their NCOs had arrived to walk them to their respective mess halls.

Again, Lucy, being the closest to the entrance, opened it up to reveal faces Birdie didn't recognise. Charlotte, Connie, Francesca and Blythe had been the first group to be collected. The next group took Betty, Barbara and Lucy and then Birdie was left by herself.

Bernadette let out a dry chuckle, it was day one and the bid to keep the women from being left alone and vulnerable to attack had already failed.

She stepped outside and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply to try calm her anxiety. As she pressed up against the side of the barracks, her mind went to Harriet and the hospital bed she was lying in, her eyes blurred as she thought about her part in causing the demise of a close friend.

If she had just done her own shift last night, it would be her in that hospital instead of the How company medic. Or if she had gone to someone about those men threatening her after her latrine duty that day. She was almost certain it was those men who had gone after Harriet in her stead and that unsettled her the most. That attack was meant for her, to top it all off, she had been warned about it and didn't nothing to stop or avoid this situation.

Bernadette had had multiple opportunities to keep her friend safe and she purposefully ignore them and tried to go on as if it hadn't happened.

Harriet's hospitalisation was entirely her fault.

“Bernadette?” A tender voice called to her, she dropped the butt of her smoke on the grass by her feet and stubbed it out with her boot. Looking upwards she saw Sergeant Lipton walking in her direction. She couldn't muster a smile so she just nodded at him in recognition.

“We thought- I mean... didn't you have....” He trailed off, not really knowing the appropriate way to phrase such a question. Birdie knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth.

“Harriet Huntington..... took my shift last night.” It was mumbled and her gaze fell back to the floor.

“Oh... I'm sorry....Did you know her well?” His inquiry was soft, the gentle tone he used made her want to cry, instead she pushed off the wall and straightened her posture.

“Yeah.” He didn't ask any more questions, he didn't say anything else to her which Birdie appreciated greatly, he just waited for Bernadette to move closer and fall in step with him.

To be honest, Carwood hadn't been expecting to see the young woman leaning against the side of her barracks, waiting for him. The Easy company men were woken this morning to a Sobel lecture; he informed them that an unnamed woman who had a guard shift the previous night was hospitalised.

Of course every man in Easy knew Birdie had a shift so the natural assumption was they had just lost their female companion.

Regardless, Sobel explained the escorting schedule and appointed Lipton as the first man, so he followed orders and trotted off to the infamous ladies barracks, unsure he would like what he found.

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Joe Toye received his tray containing a bowl of porridge and a crusty slice of bread along with a tasteless coffee he smothered with sugar packets. The sad beige meal looked particularly horrid today.

Nobody spoke to him and if they did, he didn't acknowledge it.

When the mess hall door creaked open, he didn't look up. When the men around him began whispering, he tuned it out. It wasn't until Bill tugged on his sleeve that he addressed the man sat next to his right.

“Fuckin' what?” Bill only bobbed his head in the same direction his gaze was locked on, Joe followed his friends focus and almost fell off his seat.

Lipton stepped aside, revealing the fawn haired woman and her downcast face found her friends instantaneously. She would typically be beaming at them and jog over to join their group but today she just stood in place, crestfallen and gloomy; completely unlike herself.

Toye stood but did not tread near her, he took note of the redness encircling her eyes and painted on the tip of her nose. His attention turned to Perconte, who sat in the seat on his left, he signaled for him to move out of his current perch. Perconte indulged and found another seat nearby.

Birdie shifted on her feet and found herself filling Frank's empty space within moments. Toye said nothing as the two sat down in tandem, he only pushed his tray in front her.

“Eat.” It wasn't a suggestion and Birdie had no energy to disagree with him about it she she started nibbling on corner of the toasted bread.

The rooms atmosphere picked up again, cutlery clattered and voices resonated. Birdie could hear her name being thrown around and made an effort to disregard it.

Javier wandered over to her table with a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, he placed it down with a solemn look and returned to his post.

Everyone seemed to step on eggshells around her, avoiding the topic like their life depended on it. No one brought it up while they ate, while they ran Currahee or while they sat in the lecture hall pretending to take notes.

George laid his jokes on thick, anytime Birdie so much as blinked he was mentioning 'that one time he-' or throw her a one liner. Through out the day he had managed to pull several small smiles and one flat laugh from the sullen girl.

Even Liebgott had toned down his sarcastic comments, keeping his snippy quips to himself.

Birdie hated it.

She hated having Lipton two steps behind her all day. She hated the sympathetic looks and not so subtle whispers. She hated being treated like a doll, like she would break down and cry if someone said the wrong thing; like she was made of glass.

A/N: That's it. That's the title!

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter ten

[phatcatphergus]

Welcome back! Thought about sending a message yesterday too but I thought it might get annoying if you were gone too long. Happy day 59 and belated 58!

Awww thank you!!! Honestly it was so sweet to open my inbox and see someone cared about my silly little posts enough to keep it going while I was away :3 y’all are too kind I swear.

Happy day 59 and belated 58!!!

[worldsbiggestnerd101]

alright my ten followers, i saw the live action remake of disney’s “the little mermaid” yesterday and here are my thoughts!

first thing, i have to get this out of the way on the off chance a racist comes across my blog - halle was AMAZING as ariel. i swear she sounded just like ariel at parts, and she 100% had the voice and skills for the part. not to mention she’s literally gorgeous??? i love her as ariel, 10/10

sebastian has a trini accent instead of a jamaican one and it’s fucking hilarious to me, ok? i’ve only seen a few people comment on this, so maybe some of y’all who aren’t caribbean may not have noticed, but his accent changed, he has a trini accent now and i LOVE IT. idk if it’s just bc i’m guyanese and know more trini people than jamaican people, but this was pure gold to me. i loved it, idc what people say, it’s too good, and even if you don’t actually like the change, you can AT LEAST say it’s funny

the cgi wasn’t too bad, honestly! “under the sea” was pretty gorgeous at times, but nothing amazing 100% absolutely divine

we got so much ursula lore in this and now i NEED a cruella/maleficent-style movie about ursula. calling triton ‘big brother’??? mentioning something that happened 15 years ago (when ariel was born/a baby)???? introducing herself to ariel as ‘aunty ursula’????? i NEED this movie. NOW. also idk if i’m biased bc i think melissa mccarthy is funny but i thought she was really good as ursula!!

i liked the depth they gave eric here!! he had a backstory, a song, and an actual character!!! he was cool, amazing job

as someone who was literally obsessed with the original “the little mermaid” when i was like 5, i may be biased here, but i loved this movie! i feel it was pretty good for a cash-grabby remake of an old movie, and in my opinion it’s probably the best of the live action remakes. (do not even MENTION live action “aladdin” that movie was AWFUL)

a little detail i just HAVE to mention that i didn’t really like - they changed the names of all of ariel’s sisters :/. i loved all the actresses and designs, they’re literally all gorgeous, but i wish they all had their ‘A’ names because it just added a lot more to ariel’s want to get out. with the whole ‘A’ name thing, it seemed more as if she was predestined to be part of a set and not her own person, which added to her desire to go to the surface. just a minor detail, didn’t really affect the movie too much, but i was a bit disappointed at that

overall, i enjoyed this movie a lot! it wasn’t perfect, but it was definitely very enjoyable for a movie that’s literally just a soulless tactic to get disney more money. i’d rate this a solid 8/10, only because of the name thing and the fact that, y’know, it’s a remake. it was an all-around good movie and i think i’ll be doing the same thing after i see the barbie movie! thanks for reading this long post, the one follower who actually sees this

[maniculum]

The Parchment Forge

Note: I was concerned that this was Too Dumb to Post on the Internet, so I checked with Zoe. She liked it, so now I’m inflicting it on y’all.

Second Note: Explaining why I was driven to tag this "the locked tomb" would probably constitute spoilers, but if you know, you know.

By way of introduction and apology, I am going to go ahead and address the primary question I expect the reader to have at the end of this post:

Q: Hey, Mac? Why would you write this thing?

A: Yesterday morning, Zoe and I were messaging about our plans for a new feature we’re planning to introduce this year, which still needed a name. After exchanging some ideas, I made a half-joking suggestion that we combine two of the ideas we liked best and call it “The Parchment Forge”. Zoe (correctly) noted that (a) that name was in whatever the opposite of a sweet spot is, weirdness-wise: too weird to take seriously but not weird enough to be whimsical, and (b) to quote her message directly, “that’s not how parchment is made.” We had the following brief exchange… 

…and we moved on from the matter shortly afterward. This would have never seen the light of day, except immediately after that conversation I erred and forgot to set an audiobook or podcast playing in the background while I went about and got ready for the day. That oversight meant I was left alone with my own thoughts for nearly half an hour, and historically such a scenario results in very stupid ideas having the opportunity to grow. And thus, this nonsense below the cut:

The Parchment Forge

This magic item takes the form of a semi-portable forge. Semi-portable in that you can technically fit all the parts on a wagon and travel from town to town with it (and in fact kind of have to), but it’s also, by necessity, bulky enough that you have to take it off the wagon and assemble it to make it functional. When assembled, this item resembles a traditional charcoal-powered forge, but large enough that you could use it to heat a small cow.

The parchmentsmith must first use the forge to heat the animal for several hours. The magical effect of the forge means that, rather than burning (or, like, cooking), the animal instead gradually takes on the consistency of a somewhat soft metal. From here, the user can use mundane smithing tools and begin hammering the cow into sheets of quasi-homogenous material. The output of the Parchment Forge may not legally be referred to as “parchment” under threat of action from the Royal Parchmenters’ Guild, and instead is generally called “wrought parchment”, “parchment product”, or a combination of both.

Wrought parchment appears and functions broadly like actual parchment, and is sold by the parchmentsmith as a cheap substitute for such, but it is easily distinguishable from proper parchment. There are few repeat customers, and the product has been described using such terms as:

“discolored”

“hard on quills”

“wet”

“scroffling” (?)

“prone to losing its shape”

“unsettling”

“easily affected by humidity”

“coarse”

“obscene”

“ill-conceived in concept and execution”

“an affront to the gods”

“squishy”

“ineffective at holding the ink”

“uncooperative”

“full of ‘bits’”

“visually unappealing”

“haunted”

“inconsistent in texture”

“listen did you kill the cow first because I swear this stuff keeps moving on its own”

“generally difficult to write on”

The parchmentsmith, in fact, is generally obliged to pack up his forge and wagon after only a short time in town, as he will get few repeat customers. Making the Parchment Forge profitable means always being ready to move to somewhere that hasn’t already heard of it. (Pressure to leave the town will mount as the livestock in the area seem to become agitated by the Parchment Forge’s presence. Cows in particular have been observed to exhibit mourning behavior whenever it is nearby.)

There’s some flexibility in the input and output of the Parchment Forge. The process works best with bovine material — which technically produces “wrought vellum”, but it’s really not a material that could even briefly pass as high quality, so there’s no sense trying to pitch it as “vellum” — but also with sheep or goats. Technically, any animal that physically fits in the necessary space could probably be used, but that would be adulterating an already questionable product. The smith likewise doesn’t necessarily have to make "parchment"; it’s just what this setup does best. Trying to use the process to produce leather goods outputs products that are even more unsuitable than the wrought parchment, any food item made this way is objectively inedible, and branching out into products that aren’t usually bovine-based results in items that could most charitably be described as “nonfunctional”.

It should be noted that wrought parchment is not recommended for use by spellcasters: any spell scrolls scribed (scriven?) on wrought parchment have an extremely high chance of resulting in magical mishaps when cast (use whatever table for this you like; I think I have a d100 table of those I made a few years ago around somewhere if you want it), even if the person casting from the scroll is high enough level that this should not normally be a concern. Moreover, using wrought parchment in a spellbook also creates a small chance of producing magical mishaps when said spellbook is used to learn or memorize spells, even though that’s not usually applicable to spellbooks. 

Official opinions on the Parchment Forge:

The Royal Parchmenters’ Guild derides the output of the Parchment Forge as an inferior and useless product, but wishes to take no action so long as the parchmentsmith does not officially call their product “parchment”. Master Rollon has made the statement: “The use of this unpleasant device will fizzle out naturally as citizens gain an appreciation for the value and work put into the creation of proper parchment.”

The Mages’ Council is currently debating whether to officially recommend against using wrought parchment for magical purposes. Ephrasie the Blue argues, “Such a statement is needed due to the danger to the incautious.” Mathurin the Red wishes the Council to remain silent on the matter “because it’s funny and they deserve it for using that crap”.

No members of the aristocracy have spoken on the matter, but it is known that discussions continue behind closed doors as to whether use of the Parchment Forge should be outright banned.

Mayor Laurie of Bells-by-Sea, who recently condoned her constituents’ actions in forming an angry mob to drive the parchmentsmith and his Forge out of town, has made the following statement: “Cows watch the sunset. Cows can recognize each other. Cows have best friends. This is not an appropriate use of cows.”

[starlitangels]

Period Comfort

My period started yesterday and it sucks so I wrote this to make myself feel better and threw it in the queue to be posted today I’m tagging this as “female reader” but it’s technically gender-neutral, for all y’all out there who happen to be in involuntary possession of a uterus 1.8k words

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Creak! “Freelancer?” Huxley called from my front door. I heard his slight grunt as he kicked it shut.

I groaned. “In my room, Hux,” I replied, curling tighter around the pillow I was clutching. I heard the familiar rustling of Huxley’s reusable, eco-friendly tote bags (heaven knew I’d gone grocery shopping with him enough times) being set on my sofa and the quiet noises of him sliding his sandals off.

His footsteps were always remarkably quiet, despite how tall and muscular he was. That said, I still heard him cross my small apartment seconds before he appeared in my bedroom doorway.

“Hey dude,” he greeted.

“Hi, Hux. What are you doing here?” I asked, trying not to cringe against the cramps.

“Gav texted me,” Huxley replied. “Told me your period started. He felt bad he couldn’t be here for you, so he asked if I could come keep an eye on you. Said that your first few days are always the worst.”

“Mmhmm,” I agreed.

“So, here I am. And I brought stuff. Snacks, a heating pad, painkillers, extra products if you need ‘em. Didn’t know what you like or usually use so I brought a selection.” He gave me a smile as he stood in my doorway, rocking up onto the balls of his feet.

He was waiting for permission.

“You can come in, Huxley,” I said.

“Okay good.” He smiled wide and stepped over the threshold. He crossed to my bed in two strides and dramatically pulled my covers off with a flourish, not seeming to care about the tank top and shorts I wore to bed. “C’mon. We’re getting you out of this bed, first.” He quite literally scooped me up in one arm and carried me out of the room. He deposited me on my sofa next to his tote bags. He rifled around in one of them for a minute and pulled out a heating pad. I watched as he pulled my sofa away from the wall with one hand—not even struggling even though I was also on said sofa—to find the outlet hidden behind it. “Here you go,” he declared, handing me the heating pad.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Wanna watch somethin’?” He kept sifting through his bags—before pulling out two bottles of painkillers. “I was thinking, like, a Nat Geo documentary or somethin’.”

“You’re being... remarkably chill about all this,” I said.

Huxley scrunched his eyebrows. “Dude—I’ve got two moms. They’ve been teaching me about this kinda stuff since I was five.”

“Fair point.”

As he’d been speaking, he counted out painkillers. “One of my moms swears by four ibuprofen and two acetaminophen as a miracle dose for cramps,” he said, passing me the six pills and a bottle of water pulled from another bag. “Have you had anything to eat?”

“No. I hadn’t even gotten out of bed.”

“Okay. Set those on the coffee table and don’t take them yet,” he said. I was going to give him sass that I’d been doing this for a while and knew better than to take painkillers on an empty stomach, but managed to control my moodiness enough to keep the sarcasm to myself. “Let me grab you something to eat. How does toast sound?”

“Fantastic,” I muttered.

He retreated into my kitchen, leaving the door wide open. I turned on my small TV and connected my phone to the Chromecast plugged into the back of it to play something from YouTube. I fiddled around on YouTube for a bit before I found a long-form video of someone building a house in Minecraft set to soothing music and selected it. After an ad—that I muted—I curled up tighter on the couch around my pillow and the heating pad and waited for Huxley to return.

He came back with a plate of toast and handed it to me before moving all the tote bags off the sofa to clear enough room for him to sit next to me. “Dig the video, dude,” he remarked as I started to munch on my toast.

“Thanks. Thought it’d be distracting.”

“Hey, Minecraft is dope.” He smiled.

We watched the house continue to be built for a while. Until well after I finished my toast and taken the painkillers.

“Freelancer?” Hux asked.

“Mm?”

“This might sound kinda weird—and if you want me to cool it, just tell me, y’know—but... do you wanna, like... cuddle?”

I almost sagged. “Yes. Please.”

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his side. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat. Huxley was warm and gentle. I took his opposite hand and guided it to press the heating pad against my lower abdomen. He didn’t protest or question anything. Just let me configure his position. Though he did give me a concerned look when I pushed his hand hard against the heating pad. “Dude, is that, like, gonna hurt you?”

“No. The pressure makes it feel better,” I said.

“Okay.” He shrugged.

“But if your arm starts to get tired, you can totally take a break. It’s not a big deal. It’s just—well—your hand is bigger than mine. You can spread the pressure out over the entire area for a while. Which helps ease the cramps before the painkillers kick in.”

“Hey, whatever I can do to help,” he said nonchalantly. “I mean that. Whatever you need today. I’m here to make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of.”

Stupid period hormones, I thought as my eyes started to water. “Thanks, Huxley.”

We stayed like that for a long time. I almost fell asleep with the music of the Minecraft video in one ear and Huxley’s heart in the other.

Huxley did fall asleep. I could tell when the pressure of his hand against my abdomen relaxed and his cheek squished against the top of my head. We’d gone camping together once—with Lasko and Damien, last summer—so I’d found out that he snored sometimes, but he was quiet. Breathing deeply, making my head rise and fall with the movement of his chest.

The painkillers had finally kicked in—and Huxley’s mom was right. The dose had been effective.

Once the debilitating pain of the cramps had finally eased out, I slowly extricated myself from Huxley’s cuddle to go to the bathroom—and then check my bed. He’d swept me from my room so quickly I hadn’t seen whether I’d bled onto the sheets or not.

Thankfully, I hadn’t. One less thing of laundry to take care of.

By the time I returned to the living room, Huxley had woken up. He was in the process of stretching. Back arching almost off the couch completely, arms behind his head, face screwed up, legs extended under the coffee table.

He flopped, relaxing. “Sorry, dude. I didn’t think I was gonna pass out.”

I smiled. “You’re fine,” I replied. “I fell asleep too.” Little white lie—and I almost had. It was close enough.

“How are you feelin’?”

“Better now that the painkillers have kicked in.”

He gave me a look. “See? Told ya.”

“I never doubted you, or your moms, for one second,” I said, plopping back onto the couch next to him, where his arm was already draped over the back of the couch where I’d been sitting before. He chuckled and wrapped that arm over my shoulders. “You’re so warm.”

He hummed his agreement and handed me my phone. “Wanna watch somethin’ else? Maybe somethin’ that doesn’t make us wanna fall asleep?” he offered.

I unlocked my phone and looked in the Video folder of apps. “Sure,” I muttered. “Still thinking a documentary?”

“Nah, man—that’d put me right out again.” He shook his head. “But we could watch a couple episodes of Avatar: The Last Airbender if you want.”

I smiled. “Sure. Let’s watch that.”

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My phone started ringing, making me jump out of my skin. Huxley looked up from where he’d been glancing at an email on his phone.

I grabbed mine. “It’s Damien,” I said. I slid the Answer option. “Hey Damien. What’s up?”

“Huxley’s not answering his phone. Have you seen him?”

“Huxley and his phone are right here. In my living room,” I said. I moved my phone away from my mouth. “Hux, Damien’s been trying to call you.”

Huxley swore under his breath. “I forgot I’ve got it on Do Not Disturb,” he said.

I put my phone closer to my face. “His phone was on Do Not Disturb. Wanna talk to him?”

Before Damien could even answer, I passed the phone to Huxley. He took it and held it up. “Hey, man. What’s up?” He listened for a bit. “Yeah, Freelancer and I are hangin’ out.” Another pause. Huxley glanced at me. “Do you mind if I tell him what’s up?” he asked quietly.

“Go ahead,” I said with a shrug.

“Okay.” He paused. “Well, no, Damien. Technically they’re fine—but their period started. Gav texted me and said he couldn’t be here today. Asked if I’d come keep an eye out.” Huxley listened. I could hear Damien’s sharp voice, but couldn’t make out any words. “Yeah. No, totally. I can help you out tomorrow if you still need it. I mean, you know me, dude. I could fix a cabinet in my sleep. Or I could talk you through it, if you’d rather. But I’d really rather do it myself.” He listened. “Yeah, no, totally. See you tomorrow. Bye.” He hung up and handed my phone back to me.

“Cabinet door broke again?” I asked. “The one above his fridge?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m glad you’re helping him. Last time that stupid thing broke, I tried to help. We both fell off the stepladder at least once trying to reach the damn hinge over the fridge and I wasn’t good enough at psychokinesis to do it with magic.”

Huxley chuckled. “I’m happy to help. You know that.”

“I know,” I replied.

He stretched again. “You gettin’ hungry for lunch?”

“Kinda.”

“Cool. Let me go make something. Whatcha feelin’ like?”

“Honestly, just like, ramen or soup or something. I’m not in the mood for complicated. I’m in the mood for warm and filling.”

“You got it, Freelancer.” Huxley gave me a hug, squeezing me gently, and hopped up to go disappear back into my kitchen again. I could hear him quietly humming under his breath and smiled.

A few minutes later, he reemerged. 

“There you go. One nice bowl of soup, for one nice Freelancer,” he said, handing me the spoon but setting the bowl on the coffee table.

I smiled, accepting the spoon. “Thanks, Hux. And thanks for hanging out with me today. Usually I just kinda... wallow in my own misery for the first couple days. It’s been nice to have someone here with me.”

“Sure thing, dude. I like being able to help people. Especially my family. I’ll stick around for as long as you need me.”

I felt my eyes water again and turned my attention to the soup. “You’re the best, Huxley.”

[reaperintheroses]

Why, what do you want to know?

This is a mob au where all of the avengers are alive and well, but are definitely not earth mightiest heroes. In This City Masterlist previous chapter ~ next chapter Eventual Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Angst, implied murder, panic attacks, swearing, missing sibling, trauma, break ins, gang violence, stalking, guns A/N: This took me the longest to write so far at about 9 hours. At this point fighters block needs to be considered a co-author with the amount I’ve used that site for motivation. I hope y’all enjoy! I do not give permission for my fics to be posted or translated to anywhere other than @reaperintheroses on tumblr and AO3. Reblogs, comments, and notes, however, are greatly appreciated.  Consider being a beta reader for me, I’d really appreciated it!! (send me a dm for more information!)

The snow outside your window was starting to thaw, along with the walls around your heart. The more you saw Peter and the more you guys talked, the safer you felt. He introduced you to his friend, MJ, and she finally replaced that coffee from so many months ago. It's crazy how time flies when it feels like there’s finally stability in your life. You had saved Peter's number to your phone in case you ever needed it. After about two weeks of it going untouched in your contacts, you texted him one day out of the blue asking to get another coffee. The next day, he bought you an overpriced latte and let you grill him about his life instead. You asked him almost everything you could think of. Who his best friend was (MJ), did he have any other tattoos (yes, like twelve more), What his life was like growing up (short, but happy), what his favorite book was (Harry Potter), and tons of others. He always entertained your thoughts, and you’d started to have some sort of tradition with the man, even though neither of you really acknowledged it.

  Today was one of the days you asked to meet up for coffee. You wanted to show Peter some pictures you took of a bar yesterday, and he wanted to see you for the first time in over two weeks. That’s how you ended up in your current position, standing in line right next to Peter, excited to sit down and get off your feet. You both ordered and almost ended up in a fist fight as he pulled out cash to pay for both of your drinks. You knew he could probably afford to buy the whole coffee shop, but every single time he brought out his wallet to pay, you felt bad, like you now owed him something. He constantly reassured you that you could pay him back in pictures and let him ask you questions. You sat down at your normal table. Peter followed you a few minutes later with both of your coffees in hand. He placed your coffee in front of you, and you took a deep sip, closing your eyes as the bitter flavor flooded your tastebuds. "Okay, show me the pictures." Your face broke out into a huge smile as you chuckled slightly. No one had ever been interested in your work before. You pulled out your camera and found your pictures from yesterday, showing him the bar you found in Brooklyn. "Did you edit that at all?" He sounds surprised as he takes your camera from you to take a closer look at the picture. "Nope, the neon provided great lighting." His face moved as he looked at the other pictures from the bar. "Can you send me this so I can print it out?" With a smile, he hands you back your camera. "Totally, I can put all the pictures on a flash drive for you and you can pick your favorites." He looked overjoyed at the idea. "Do you mind?" You smiled as you turned off your camera and placed it to the side. "Peter, it's kind of my job." If I minded, I wouldn't do it. " He chuckled before taking a sip of his latte. "I'll bring you money next time we meet up." You nodded and turned all of your focus back to him.

  "So, what's new with you this week?" His smile almost disappeared for a moment before he replaced it with a much faker one that didn’t reach his eyes. "Work has been a little tough, but I'm muscling through." You guys had an unspoken agreement that you knew he was involved with the mob and he knew you knew, but you guys never talked about it directly. It gave him an escape from his everyday life, and you weren't technically a witness should he ever get into legal trouble. You nodded in understanding, silent confirmation that he didn't have to continue if he didn't want to. My boss has just been on my ass lately because of an independent assignment I've been doing. He began to chew on his lip as he thought about it, relaying his issues with his boss and how this assignment was super important to him, but his boss felt like he was using company resources for personal reasons. You stopped trying to read in between the lines of his words, figuring your mind would wander and you would start to get nervous about Peter. He seems to be occupying so many of your thoughts recently. You no longer thought of the sparrows from your pictures before you went to bed, just his kind eyes and steadying voice. You also stopped actively seeking out sparrow haunts to take pictures of. You decided it was safer to look for your brother in other ways. Peter said he would help you find a personal investigator to help you look into his disappearance if you wanted. You'll feel a lot better not having any more pictures to add to your flash drive.

"What about you? What have you been up to this week? " You grinned. It was nice to have someone who cared about your day-to-day life again. "Well, I've been photographing a ton of bars," he nodded along as you talked about the different places you'd visited and the amount of miles you'd put on your car, "Oh and I also replaced the locks on my door to sturdier ones like you suggested." His shoulders seemed to drop slightly with relief. "That's good. I feel a lot better about you living in that building now." You had told Peter about how much your apartment and your neighbors sucked in terms of safety. He had constantly been bugging you about getting new locks instead of the old ones that came with your apartment. It made you feel special that he thought about you outside of when you texted. "Oh, you have to see a picture of a dog I saw a few days ago," Peter reached for his phone, and you laughed at his sudden change in mood, as if he was burying something he wanted to ask you.You let him bury whatever it was. It wasn’t your place to pry. You laughed at the picture of the dog, cackling at his stories and telling some of your own. Eventually, you decided that if you wanted to beat traffic for the day and make it uptown before one pm, you had to leave in the next twenty minutes. Peter seemed to notice you checking your phone and looking out the door to where your car was parked. "Do you need to leave?" He checked his own watch before looking back up at you. "I planned to head up to Hell's Kitchen to take pictures of a neighborhood for some realtors' website today," you trailed off, debating how long it would take you to get there if you just sat a little longer. "Oh then you need to leave. Traffic is going to be a bitch if you don't hit the road in like twenty minutes." You nodded, glad he understood. He stood up and stretched. You momentarily cursed the polite dress code for making him tuck in his shirt tails and hide what you were sure was a small sliver of abs carved from marble. He grabbed both of your cups and threw them in the trash before coming back over to you. "It was good to see you. Don't feel like you need to be a stranger." You laughed at his statement as you grabbed your camera and your car keys, gesturing for him to lead the way out.

  He held open the door for you, and you waited for him to come up next to you before you crossed the street. You unlocked your car and giggled when he opened the driver's side door for you. "I'll text you." He grinned as you placed your camera in the passenger seat and placed your key in the ignition. "I'd like that," you said, biting your lip slightly, fighting a smile as you turned the key, starting your car. He slammed your door for you as you placed your car in drive and waved to him as you pulled out of your parking spot. He watched your car as it drove away, smiling the same way you were as you drove towards Manhattan, excited for the day ahead of you and all of the coffee dates to come. Who knows? Maybe if you play your cards right, one day you will muster enough courage to ask him out on an actual date. Mob business and legal advice aside, He made you happy, and that was a feeling you had not felt in a long time.

  That night, as you got home, you drove your key into your new lock and twisted it open, throwing open the door and tossing your keys into the bowl you had put in your entryway. You walked further into your apartment and placed your camera on the island counter, making your way over to your fridge, trying to decide what to make for dinner tonight. You bent down to open your freezer and grab a bag of frozen french fries, deciding that tonight would be uninteresting and low-maintenance. You reach down into the cabinet by your stove to pull out a cooking sheet and begin to press buttons on your oven when you hear a metal rustle. You look towards the sound from the corner of your eye before continuing to preheat your oven, dismissing it as one of your neighbors getting home from work. You laid the French fries across the sheet before you heard the noise again. Your lips pulled into a tight frown as you had a mental battle about whether it was worth investigating when the noise sounded again. This time it sounded as if it came from your door. You moved suddenly, making your way to your door, flipping open the peephole. You were greeted by the same two men from five months ago. Your breath seemed to escape you, stuck halfway through a gasp. You looked down to back away from the door and use the fire escape again when you realized that you left the door unlocked. Your hand shot up from your side, but you were too late. The doorknob twisted and all of a sudden, the bubble of safety you had worked so hard to build for yourself had burst.

  You watched in frozen horror as the door opened and they were suddenly in your apartment. You turned on your heel and ran into the kitchen, looking around for anything to defend yourself with. The flash drive felt like a ton of bricks in your pocket, burning your skin. Listen, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. We both know you have something that wasn’t meant for your eyes. Hand it over and no one has to get hurt. " You almost laughed at the cliché line. You turned around as they slowly walked into your kitchen. "Just give us the pictures and we’ll leave you alone." Your mouth parted with your shallow breaths as you looked around. Did you not hear me? I said, "Ach!" You threw the bag of frozen French fries at his head, catching him by surprise. "I don’t know what the hell you're talking about!" You circled around the island and backed your way into the living room. You turn around to face them from your place behind your couch and are greeted with both of their guns drawn. You immediately put your hands in the air, willing yourself not to beg for your life straight off the bat. "See now, I really hate liars," You look down for a moment, deciding between your life and this flash drive. So I’ll say it one more time before I get a little snappy. Give us the flash drive and no one has to get hurt. " You nodded and lowered your right hand. "It’s in my pocket," you whispered. You reached into the fabric of your jeans and felt the plastic. You're about to pull it out when you hear your door hit the wall.

  Peter walks in, gun drawn and MJ follows directly behind with fire in her eyes. "Don’t fucking move," you felt a buzzing in your ears and a weight in your chest. You were still struggling to breathe. You heard your name being called a few times, but it sounded like it was coming from underwater. "Hey!" MJ called out to you, gesturing at you with her hand. You walked over to her in a daze, your body on autopilot. She grips your hand with her own and leads you out into the hallway. You stared at her hair, the brown curls spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall. You focused on counting the coils until you heard the elevator bell ding.

  The two of you walked into the elevator, MJ letting go of your hand to press the button for the lobby. A sudden gasp escaped you as your knees buckled and your back slid down the wall of the elevator. A tear escaped your eye. Holy shit, you could’ve died. You heard the ding of the first floor as MJ looked down at you with a sad glance. You raised your hands and wiped off your tears. You braced a hand against the wall and stood up. You let go of your breath and faced the door as it opened to the lobby. You walked through the lobby with your head held high, refusing to let them see inside you. You pushed the doors open and made your way out onto the street, waiting for MJ to lead the way. She checked to make sure you were following her before walking across the street to a parked black car.

  MJ opened the back seat door for you. For once, you practically crawled in and bunched your knees up to your chest, not caring how nice anything was. The buzzing had returned to your ears and you faintly heard a popping sound as MJ steeled her face and turned the car on. Your head turned as the car door opposite of you opened and Peter slid inside, adjusting his cufflinks. He turned to look at you, and his head tilted as his face morphed into one of worry. He moved towards you and cupped your cheeks in his hands, turning your head from side to side. "You're okay now. You're okay." A tear slipped down your face and the back seat of the car became a tangle of limbs as you practically crawled into Peter's lap and he pushed you into his chest, smoothing his hand up and down your back. He shushed you and whispered sweet nothings into your hair, mouthing "you're safe now, it’s okay," over and over. Some part of you believed him, believed that you were finally safe. That was the push you needed to fall into a very deep sleep.

  You felt strong arms underneath your knees and your arms. You jostled for a moment at the sudden flutter of noises, but you heard Peter's voice and settled back against his chest, letting the dark blanket of sleep overcome you again. The first thing you noticed when your eyes finally opened was that you were definitely not at home anymore. The second thing you noticed was that the bed sheets you were laying on were super soft. The third thing you noticed was that the photograph across from the bed was one of yours. You tried to blink the sleep away from your eyes as you looked around. You looked up and saw Peters' sleeping form on a couch across the room from the bed. You sat up and looked around you. "Did you sleep okay?" his voice called from the couch. He sounded like he had swallowed the rising sun. "Where the hell am I?" 

"You fell asleep on the ride back from Queens. You're in the Stark Tower. " You shut your eyes as you placed a hand on your head, trying to smother the oncoming headache. "Why is there a bedroom in Stark Tower?" You looked up again at Peter, who looked like he was chewing over his words. "I live here," you nodded, as if it were a natural thing to say."Do you want to get anything to eat? It’s five am, so it’ll be easier to avoid everyone. " You nodded and swung your feet around, noticing that you weren’t wearing your shoes anymore. In fact, you weren’t wearing any of your own clothes anymore. "MJ put you in some of her stuff last night. Don’t worry, the flash drive is on my dresser in my closet. We can grab more stuff from your apartment later today. " You nodded. As long as he didn’t see you half naked, you didn’t care if they dressed you in a full-body chicken suit.

  You walked down the hall next to Peter, slightly behind him, so you didn’t get lost. "Okay, so you can’t go back to your apartment for a few days." We have people cleaning up the mess the sparrows left, but the bright side is you won’t even be able to notice it happened. " You pulled your lips together, not wanting to question anything. "You can either stay here or we can find a hotel for you. It’s completely your choice." You cleared your throat, "I think I’ll feel safer if I stay here." Peter smiled at your verdict before making a sharp right turn. "Okay then, I should probably prepare you for the rest of the people who live in the tower." You raised your eyebrows.

"So you already know MJ and I." There’s Mr. Stark. He’s my boss and owns the tower. Hence it’s name. There’s Steve. He’s a very patriotic guy. type of person who asks questions and shoots later He’s tall and blonde; you’ll know him when you see him. His best friend, Bucky, is a dark, beefy brunette. A "shoot first, ask questions later" type of person. There's Natasha. She’s a redhead who you never see coming. She’s super nice once you get to know her, though. There’s Bruce, one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet. He’ll geek out with you about almost anything. But you get him angry, and he gets angry. There’s Clint. He’s pretty quiet and he won’t bother you unless you bother him first. There’s Thor. He’s super loud but the human personification of a teddy bear. Oh, and there's Wanda. I swear it's the best food you’ll ever have, I swear on my first edition of The Empire Strikes Back."

  Your brain short-circuited for a moment as you absorbed all of that information. "Sorry, I know it’s a lot." You waved off his concern as he made one final turn into the kitchen. "Sit down and I’ll make us something to take back to my room." We can eat, and then you can go back to sleep if you want. " You dipped your head as you walked over to one of the bar stools and sat down to watch Peter make toast and eggs. You fell into a sort of trance as he moved around the kitchen, plating the toast and sprinkling salt and pepper over your eggs. You snapped out of it as he tilted his head, both plates in hand, towards the way you came from. You tried memorizing the way from the kitchen back to his room; your eyes watched Peter's feet. He gestured for you to go into the room first. He was about to follow you when his body stopped halfway through the door. You turned around to ask him what was wrong when he handed you a plate with a fork. "Hey, I need to talk to Mr. Stark for a second. I’ll be right behind you." You nodded as he shut the door, saving for a small sliver of space. "Hey, Mr. Stark, can I ask you a question?" You felt weird listening to the conversation, but you couldn’t help yourself. "Sure, kid, what’s up?" Your fingers drummed on the bottom of your plate. You turned to walk away, knowing this was wrong when you heard Peters' reply. "Do you know of someone named Jack?" Your ears perked up at the sound of your last name, "Why, what do you want to know?" The buzzing returned to your ears.

Why, what do you want to know about where your brother was?

Why, what do you want to know about why he disappeared?

Why do you want to know if he still misses you?

Why, what do you want to know about Jack?

[jasntodds]

The First Punch [18]

Pairing: Boxer!Tom Holland x Boxer!Reader

Word count: 4,007

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of injuries, mentions of sex, mentions of drugs and drug addiction, I think that’s it??, a tiny bit of fluff? Kinda??

Summary: You have a plan, not good one, but a plan you’re willing to share

A/N: It’s been so long since I’ve updated lol I originally canceled this series but thanks to @softholand​ and @spiderboytotherescue​ I decided to bring this back!! A new chapter will be posted every Thursday (okay today is Friday but I thought yesterday was Wednesday so like ya know). I wish this chapter was longer for y’all but I’ve honestly been really sick so I split it into two to make sure I could post this week!! So, lemme know what y’all think and if ya wanna be tagged, just lemme know!!

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A plan. You have a plan and that’s great. It is finally something. Something to hopefully get all of you out of the mess you’re a part of. It’s just a little bit of relief. Just a little. Because part of Tom is wondering why you’ve been up here thinking of a plan after you’ve just had this fight and you thought he actually left. And with your mom being back. You’ve up here thinking of a plan when you could have been doing literally anything else, possibly a healthy coping mechanism. But, then again, it wouldn't quite be you if you had healthy coping mechanisms.

“So, I was rereading my book on mollusks for like the hundredth time.” You start and Tom just raises a brow.

“You’ve read a book on mollusks a hundred times?”

How are mollusks going to help? Who reads a book on mollusks after that kind of fight? What is going on?

“Why do you people always interrupt me? As if you haven’t read a damn book about fucking Jupiter or something a hundred time.” You snip, not trying to sound annoyed but wanting to get to the point.

Whenever you mention something that isn’t completely related to the topic, everyone wants to question that. Why is everyone so interested in everything else instead of the whole situation you’re all in? Can’t everyone just stop asking so many questions for a few minutes and let you just explain things?

“'s fair.” Tom nods, gesturing a hand out for you to continue.

“Anyway, one is nicknamed a dancer which made me think about a gala--”

“Isn’t that…what you did last time?” Tom cuts you off, remembering you talking about breaking into Arthur’s office during an event.

Tom’s voice is not confident and you’re not oblivious to his skepticism. Yes, it is exactly what you did last time that got he caught you but this time it’s different. Tom and Harrison have no else that Arthur can touch. Last time, there was more Arthur could do. This time, what’s he really going to do? He can’t take Harrison away, he can’t take Tom away, he won’t touch you. He could go after your friends but you’re planning to account for that if you get caught. But you don’t think you’ll get caught this time.

“Yes. But, last time, I was with Ian’s brother. Ian’s brother had, well, Ian. Someone Arthur could destroy. So, he threw me under the bus to save his ass and Ian’s. Fair enough if you ask me.” You explain.

You’ve never been mad about it. Well, in the moment you were mad because you had a plan and Ian’s brother went against that. It kind of blew up and it got you burned. It sucked but in the end, if it were Travis, you would have done the same thing. So, you hold no anger in your words, just understanding.

“What’s gonna be different this time?” Tom asks, worry radiating off of him.

“I have you.” You respond, words short and simple, easy.

Tom pauses for a second and you’re so confident he wouldn’t turn on you. And maybe he wouldn’t. He hates thinking about the possibility of turning on you. That would not be ideal and it would crush him. But, there’s a part of him that knows it doesn’t matter. Harrison has been his best friend nearly his entire life. If it were him, if he had to throw you under the bus, he would. It’s horrible to admit and it’s a bit crushing but at the end of the day if he had to pick who to pull out of a burning fire it would always be his best friend.

“He won’t touch Harrison.” You start, almost seeing the thoughts running through Tom’s mind. “If he does, he risks fucking up your whole fight. So, you don’t have to worry about him. And the gala, if word is right, is gonna be at his house. Makes things a bit easier. People let their guard down in their homes, I have no doubt Arthur will do the same. He also won’t think I’m stupid enough to try this again.” You shrug your right shoulder with a sense of ease.

“Right.” Tom nods slowly.

He doesn’t really know what to say. He, also, thinks it’s stupid to try this again. It really is. Break into Arthur’s computer while a gala is happening? And he’s right here? And at his house? This sounds like an absolute train wreck about to happen and he is not wanting to do this. But he looks at you and you aren't smiling but you have this confidence about you where you really think you can pull this off. For whatever reason, you believe in all of you. So, he decides to trust you.

“You and Harrison are gonna have to go. So, you’ll bring me as a date which hey, we’ll get a laugh out of it because Arthur won’t like it but he won’t argue it either. He’ll want you both to have dates as ya know, some weird ass social norm or whatever. So, Harrison will bring Matty.”

“So, what exactly is gonna happen hen? We just show up with you and Matty?” Tom’s sighs, enough to give you the reassurance that he’s on board.

“We go together, we make nice. Play along for the night. And when the time is right, me and you sneak out and head to the office. Matty and Harrison stay in sight of Arthur. They call us, our phones on vibrate, telling us he’s left.”

“How're you even supposed to know where--”

“I’ve….” You start, pausing for a few seconds before shifting on your feet. “Been in his house a time or two.”

“What?” Tom nearly yells and it’s like every time he gets one secret and he thinks that’s all there is, another one comes to the surface.

“Yeah, I’d rather not talk about it.” You divert your eyes to the floor, chewing the inside of your cheek.

It’s a past life, one you don’t like to think back on too much. Just another thing that blew up in your face. You become happy, something good happens, and then it gets ripped away. It’s just not something you’re ready to discuss, one even Matty and Mikey don’t bring up. It’s a need-to-know basis and Tom doesn’t actually need to know all the nitty-gritty of your life before him. Sometimes, secrets mean nothing besides just keeping some privacy.

“Is it somethin’ I should be concerned about?” Tom asks, brows furrowed with bits of frustration and confusion.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’, keeping a straight face. “Has nothing to do with any of this or you.”

Tom opts not to push further. It’s not really worth it in his mind. You’ve just got done fighting and making up and this whole thing is just going back and forth. It’s starting to even make him motion sick, the constant back and forth with you. Ups and down, fights and good days. It’s just a rollercoaster, keeping him on his toes. For once, just for once, he’d like to be able to relax, not worry about anything, not even think about anything. But he just can’t seem to get so lucky.

“What if we get caught?”

“We go in the nearest room, make each other look a little messy. Everyone will assume we went off for a quickie.” You give Tom a small smirk with a chuckle.

Tom scoffs with a laugh. “That’s your answer to everything, ya?”

“Oh, do you really think people are gonna start asking a fuck load of questions when we roll out of a room with messy hair and smeared makeup? Blissful smiles? Oh, come on now, Pretty Boy, they're not gonna question our sex lives.”

Tom shakes his head and it’s just. You have it all planned but there’s so much that can go wrong. So much. If Arthur leaves and Harrison and Matty don’t notice? Problem. If Arthur follows you? Problem. If Arthur won’t allow you to come? Also a problem. How is this even supposed to work?

“I..I don’t know, y/n.”

“We have to.” You plead, your eyes softening as you put your hands on his shoulders. “Okay, you don’t have to help. I’ll do it myself. I’ll do it with or without you because this is all we got. We have to prove what he does. We have to have proof otherwise, we got fucking nothing. It’s do or die.”

“Feel like you’ve lost your mind a bit.” Tom mutters.

“Everyday that goes by and I’m stuck in this never-ending loop of agony, I lose my mind a little more. Sometimes you gotta lose your mind to find yourself.” You say, word level and on the brink of being nonchalant.

“Did ya just read that somewhere?” Tom’s brow knit together, not amused.

“Maybe.” You give Tom a crooked smile making him laugh.

“Fine.” He agrees with defeat but a smile is still etched across his face.

You put up a finger. “Saved the worst for last.”

“Fuck’s sake, what else?” Tom lets out a groan, hoping this will all be over soon and you can just go back to your friends.

“There’s gonna be this fight, it’s a throwaway. Extra bets, extra money. Just a way to pin two people against each other that people really wanna see. We’re gonna fight each other.” You explain.

“What?” Tom raises his voice, brushing your hands off of him. “How do you even know that?”

“Arthur, he’ll want us to fight. He’ll place the most money on it, probably get more people to bet on it. Fights with the most money are the ones that get put on the card. He’ll wanna make sure you can beat me.”

A sense dread falls over Tom as he knows what you’re about to say and he will not do it. The whole point of this is so you won’t fight each other. It’ll be a blood bath if you do. Tom isn’t gonna just throw in the towel and he doesn’t even have to ask you because he knows you won’t pull your punches even if your life depended on it. You’re too proud, too much of a fighter. You won’t.

“No.” Tom’s word is completely flat, expression blank.

“You’re gonna beat me. I’m gonna let you--” You disregard the comment and continue.

“No. I’m not doin’ it. You’ve gone fuckin’ mad. I won’t.” Tom shakes his head, absolutely against this idea. It’s not happening. No way in hell.

“Yes, you will. If you don’t, you mean nothing to Arthur. He will know you won’t win then. He’ll throw you away then. So, you’re gonna fight me, I’m gonna let you win, but you can’t….you can’t go easy. Give it all you got. Make it look real, Mikey and Matty will be there. I’ll be fine.” You try to reassure, not really succeeding. 

“I’m not gonna--”

“You will and I know you will because everyone pretends like they’re self-sacrificing but they aren’t. Gun to your head, you’ll save yourself.” You completely cut him off, not willing to listen to him say no another time. “Or, you’ll do it for Harrison.”

Would he do this to save just himself? Or would he do it for you? How right are you? Tom likes to think he is a least somewhat self-sacrificing. It hurts a little to think you don’t think he would sacrifice himself, to some extent, to help you. You’ve already done plenty to help him. Why wouldn’t he do something to help you? Now, of course, you have a point about Harrison. He will do it for Harrison and you know that.

“What about you, then, huh? Matty, Mikey?”

“I will be fine. I’ll talk with Ian, he’ll run with it so me losing does nothing. Me losing this one fight, that doesn’t actually matter, won’t affect me or Matty or Mikey or Travis. This fight, only affects you.” You ramble it off and you see the defeat in Tom’s eyes and you feel so guilty but there’s no other option. “I am telling you to do this. You have to. If you don’t, that’s it. This fight is in like a week, I think? Maye two. You have no choice. The gala isn’t until after that. We can’t do this alone. Not properly with a better chance of pulling it off. I need you to do this. For you.”

"This is gonna suck, you know that, ya?" Tom asks, eyes pleading for a change.

"Yeah, but..." You pause, going back to chewing the inside of your cheek. "That's the game, I guess."

"I hate it." Tom responds.

"I don't..." You just shake your head, wanting to be done with this and wishing you would have just held off on this bit until tomorrow. "I don't want it to go like this but it has to. And...." You let out a soft breath, eyes filled with sorrow. "I am truly sorry I'm asking you to do this. It's not fair and I acknowledge that. It's just....all we got, Tom."

Tom sighs and takes a small step toward you. "I know."

He caves in. It's not right. It's not fair but if this is really how the fight is going to happen, he knows you’re right. Why would Arthur waste time into Tom if he can't be you in just some fight that doesn't even matter? He wouldn't. If anyone can take a loss and suffer nothing but some bruises, it'd be you as much as Tom hates it. But, a part of him is hoping Ian will hate it and you won't have a choice but to put in everything you have. If you have to fight each other, fine, but he doesn't want you not to try. It's different.

“We can’t tell Matty or Mikey. They’ll just freak out and by the time the fight comes, they’ll either be so unbothered by it they'll look suspicious or they’ll be so worried it’ll be suspicious. So, they can’t know. I’ll take full responsibility for that one.” 

It’s one thing to ask for this but now this has to be kept from your friends? They aren’t gonna be happy and Mikey already isn’t Tom’s biggest fan. Surely, this is only going to make this worse. But, you have been right up to this point and you know your friends better than anyone. If they seem suspicious, it could send a red flag to Arthur which would make the whole thing more complicated.

“Remember when I said I’d make it hard for you to not like me?” Tom asks and you nod. “You make it very hard to like you a lot of the time.”

“Yeah, I’ve got that effect on people. Are you in or what?”

“You’ve not given me much other choice.”

“Nope.”

“You sure ‘bout Ian?” Tom asks, the worry still etched in every wrinkle of his face.

“Eh, yeah, I’ll swing by and talk with him. He'll roll with it. He wants his brother back, or at least to know what happened. If I let Ian in, he’ll let me slide a few weeks without paying him.”

“He fuckin’ choked you last time? Think he’s just gonna be fine with this?” Tom questions, brow raised with doubt.

“He’s not like…..yeah. He will. I’ve known him a long time. You don’t get into debt with a dug dealer you haven’t know long. I got word he was almost busted a few nights ago. Means he’ll be cooling down on his own using and that’s mostly when he’s the worst. Half-sober he’s not terrible.”

“There’s still so much I don’t understand about you.” Tom lets out a sigh, shaking his head.

Everything is a bit insane but there’s something about the way you handle everything that makes Tom believe everything is gonna be okay. You fight, everything about you is this fight mode. You fight against everything and anything and come up with a way around the problem no matter how ridiculous the idea is. You just….do. Maybe it’s because you’ve always felt you’ve had no other choice but to be the one on the front line, the one ahead of everyone else to protect them. Maybe it’s just how you are, something in your bone. There’s something, something more than just childhood trauma that’s led you to this point. Lead you to be this fighter that you are today.

You pat his shoulder. “And you never will, Pretty Boy.” You flash a sweet smile before going to the bed and grabbing a blanket. “Ready to join the rest downstairs then? If we’ve sorted this out?”

Tom nods. “Yeah, yeah, guess that’s fine.”

“We okay?” You ask, watching over Tom as he shifts in his stance and he hesitates.

It’s the hesitation. If people are really okay, okay with each other, maybe there shouldn’t be a hesitation. There shouldn’t be anything to think about. It should just be a simple “yes”. But that’s not what Tom’s doing. He’s looking at you, hands going into his pockets, clearly trying to think if you’re really okay or not. Of course, you are but to what extent? You apologized which is nice. It's a work in progress. But….you’re just so nonchalant about it and that worries Tom. If everything goes to plan, do you really have a future? What are you if you aren’t fighting something bigger?

“What happens after this? If it works?” Tom asks, taking the blanket from you.

“What do you mean?” You furrow your brows, not sure what he’s getting at. The goal is that you’ll both be free, it doesn’t really matter what happens after.

“With us?” He points between you. “Seems we’ve only gotten this far cause we’ve been fighting this.”

You shake your head, taken aback. “No.” You scoff. “I mean, guess it brought us together but….I-I-I-I’d like to think there’s more, I guess? More than this bullshit.” You pause for a few seconds. “We don’t….” You shrug your shoulders. “We aren’t guaranteed anything. I like you, is that not enough?” There’s a softness in your voice, something Tom has only really heard with your late-night conversations and he knows it’s more than just this fight. It means something to you, too.

“No, no, it is.” Tom rushes the words out. “Just wanna make sure there’s…I don’t know.” Tom cuts himself off, not sure why he brought it up because even if there isn’t anything concrete between you, it doesn’t really change where any of you are or what’s going to happen. So, does it really matter?

“You can tell me.”

“You’re just so calm about it all, makes it a bit worrisome.”

It’s more than just a you and Tom thing but something with you. He’s kind of worried you’re ready to give it all up. Call it quits with this. Not between you and Tom, but the fight. Like the fight he likes so much in you is gonna die soon. You’re so calm, like the calm before things start getting really bad. Like you’re at peace with any outcome. He’s so scared you’re ready to give up if one thing doesn’t go the way it’s supposed to.

You shrug again. “Panic makes people stupid. People make mistakes when they’re panicking or freaking out. So…” You suck in a breath. “I stay calm, think the whole thing through a thousand times over without a word so everyone else can panic and freak or whatever the hell they want. If I stay calm, I can figure it out. I don’t panic so everyone else can.”

“Don’t think it’s good to bottle it up.” Tom takes your hand in his, a thumb gently brushing over the top of your hand.

“Nah,” You shake your head, looking at your hands. “But I’m not given a lot of other options so.” You walk towards the door, pulling Tom with you. “I promise, I’ll work on it though….if, uh, if you’ll give the time.”

Tom offers a small smile and follows you. “‘Course, I will.” Tom says softly, offering you a gentle smile.

Doubts, those are normal. Everyone has doubts about everything at some point. It’s normal so it doesn’t bother you that he’s doubting your relationship, doubting you, doubting all of this. You dumped a lot on him. A part of you would be surprised if he didn't have some doubt in his mind. That’s the thing about trust. Having trust in someone doesn’t mean you can’t question them or have some type of doubt in them. You trust someone and still question if they’re doing the right thing. The problem is blind trust. Blind trust just lets people get hurt. Everyone has to be able to question intentions and outcomes. Think for themselves. If this isn’t the right choice for someone, they should be able to choose another route. So, for you, it’s something refreshing.

Matty and Mikey trust you beyond almost anything and you do them. But you’ve been friends so long it’s almost hard not to have that blind trust. All three of you know you always have the best intentions for all of you above anything else. But with Tom, he doesn’t know you like Matty and Mikey do. He shouldn’t just blindly trust you even though you have both of your intentions at heart. Sometimes, it’s just nice having someone question you. It makes you think harder. Is this the right thing to do? Is this the best option? What if it does fail? Can you afford that? All questions you wouldn't be wondering if it were just Matty and Mikey because they wouldn’t question you like Tom does. Not in the same way. It makes you trust Tom more.

“You okay?” Matty asks as Tom and you make your way into the living room.

“Always.” You mutter while Tom takes a seat beside Harrison on the couch and you take a seat on the floor between Tom’s legs, blanket wrapped around you.

“We’re good.” Tom confirms, the rest of the boys looking over at him.

“So, what're you gonna do about she who will not be named?” Matty asks, half-joking with attention turning to you.

“Ignore her until she eventually goes away.” You laugh. “She’ll be out of here in a week.”

“Are you sure?” Mikey asks from the chair to the side of the couch. “She seemed more concerned this time?” Mikey says it as a question, hesitance in his voice.

The truth is that he hasn’t seen your mom show up caring that much, ever. She seemed honestly upset by the whole ordeal. He’s not saying or insinuating that you should hear her out. That’s not his place and he’s never been in your position but he wants to make sure you’re making the right decision for your own mental health. He doesn’t want you to, for any reason, regret not talking your mom.

“I know Arthur called her which ya know, how the fuck does he even know her? Like the fuck is that about?” You roll your eyes voice growing annoyed. “But she’s here to distract me. Leaving is what she’s best at.”

“How do you know it was Arthur?” Harrison asks.

“I know it wasn’t Travis. She wouldn’t just show up on her own after all this time. It’s not some type of a coincidence that we’re getting closer to the end and I’m not backing down. Arthur is a desperate, slimy, piece of shit.”

Tom remains silent and he just gets so angry. Not at you or your friends but at Arthur. He’s also sure it was him based on what you’ve said about your mom. He doesn’t think she’d just show up. He wouldn’t be surprised if Arthur was buying her off to show up here and try to mess it up. The thing that pisses him off though is why? Why can’t he just continue to mess with Tom and Harrison? That pisses you off, too. Is that not good enough? Why does he have to come for your family? And this doesn’t just affect you. He doesn’t know Travis, but it’s probably affecting him, too and now he’s the one stuck with your mom. It’s all a bit fucked up and every day that passes is just another day Tom sees the lengths Arthur will go to get what he wants. And that just won’t do.

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[realcube]

video games + blowjob 🎮

characters: bakugo, kirishima, sero & kaminari

tw// oral (giving), swearing, fem!reader, nsfw - minors dni

all aged up!

katsuki bakugo

♡ bakugo only finds the time to play video games once every millennia 

♡ most of the time, he’s working, training or spending time with you 

♡ also he only plays when the bakusquad arrange a time + date on the gc bc - he’ll never admit it - but he misses talking to them and playing like he used to, so the occasional Battlefield call they have really triggers a sense of nostalgia for all of them

♡ but the calls usually last a good while though lol - minimum 5 hours

♡ usually you let him be and don’t bother him during his calls bc you know how rarely he gets to call his pals but one day, he had been teasing you so much leading up to  his call - leaving you extra needy - and you couldn’t really help yourself

♡ so you snuck into the study room while he was playing, starting off by giving him a light massage which he enjoyed but the problem arose when you slowly got to your knees and began pawing at his sweatpants

♡ that’s when he noticed that you dressed up in your best lace for him too, which made him hard lol

♡ at first he looked pissed off and tried to ignore you but he kept losing focus on the game, his mind brimming with all the things he wanted to do with you

♡ eventually, he gave in and briefly muted his mic to hiss in your ear, ‘fine. but if you make a single fuckin’ sound or try to tease me, i’ll fuck you for all of them to hear, kay?’

♡ you simply hum in agreement before pulling both his boxer and sweatpants down without hesitation, then getting to work

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bakugo growled deeply, at both your expert mouth movements around his hard member and at the shitty orders kirishima gave. “ ‘over here’ ? where the fuck is that?” it took an embarrassing amount of effort to suppress his moans while said that.

but he wasn’t all to blame. as you made it a point to deep-throat him as soon as you thought he was going to open his mouth to say something. 

“what happened to you, bakugo? you’re so quiet! is everything okay?” mina offhandedly pointed out while heading to the ‘over here’ that kirishima described. although you couldn’t hear what mina said since bakugo was wearing a headset, his reaction was enough to amuse you. 

bakugo snarled, immediately barking profanities at her, “shut it, pinkie! nothing’s fucking wrong! now get back to shoot-” he realised he was on the verge of climaxing so he desperately went to mute is mic before letting a moan escape his lips as he slumped back into his chair in pure bliss, his eyes rolling back into his head slightly as faint pops could be heard from his sweaty palms.

something about the pleasure you worked so hard to bring him an shot an indescribable sense of euphoria through his body, hence he reached down to ruffle your hair without averting his eyes from the screen. “good girl. now scram.”

eijiro kirishima 

♡ again, he doesn’t really have time for video games; his main priorities are work, training & you 

♡ but sometimes video games can fall into the ‘you’ category bc occasionally he asks you to play super mario cart, animal crossing, wii sports etc with him

♡ the only time he plays video games without you is when he plays with the bakusquad on the arranged date they planned

♡ but before the call starts, you can tell he is really tense by the way he is biting his nails so you inquire about it and he kinda just gestures to your new - rather revealing - pyjama set then at his throbbing erection

♡ and ofc being the supportive gf you are, you offered to give him a blowie

♡he loved the idea but at first, he was kinda worried that he might get caught since he is usually very vocal during sex so obviously it’d be hard to just...stop

♡ however you reassured him that he’s manliest guy you’ve ever met so he’d definitely be able to resist a few moans

♡ so he came around quite quickly lol

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“come over here quickly!” kirishima commanded proudly into the mic, a wide grin spread across his face at not only how good you were making him feel, but also at how well he was repressing his moans and the praise he so desperately wanted to give you for sucking so skilfully.

he had to say though, the amount of energy it was talking him to do all of the above was enough to leave him exhausted to the point that the game was just a blur of background noise. and the bakusquad could tell something was wrong as usually kirishima has the best aim out of them all but he has yet to make a single headshot.

although his eyes were glued to the screen, his mind was fixated on only you and how good you made him feel. as he approached his orgasm, he simply let his eyelids flutter shut as he focussed on the little movements you made; your tongue rubbing the underside of his cock, your occasional desperate attempts to deepthroat him, the way your lips wrapped perfectly around his girth, how you resorted to using your hands to take care of the parts of his length that your mouth couldn’t fit. 

“good job.” he hummed his praise for you as he felt you helplessly try to take him into your throat once more before he was ready to cum but the moments leading up to his high were interrupted by a “thanks, man!” from denki which made kirishima’s eyes widen before he hastily muted his mic, allowing himself to orgasm in your mouth from there and let out all the loud moans he had been hiding. 

“thanks, baby.” he said, slowly feeling the post-cum ecstasy fade as he leaned over to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, proceeding to slap his hand over your mouth as he noticed you were about to head in the direction of the bin. “swallow it.”

hanta sero

♡ since sero became a pro-hero he definitely plays way less video games than he did before but he didn’t quit

♡ but whenever he does play, you’re either on his lap or giving him a blowie 

♡ so needless to say, this wouldn’t be your first time sucking him off while he played

♡ anyway, y’all were getting ✨spicy ✨ one day until he realised that he had a call + battlefield scheduled with the bakusquad

♡ deadass he was kissin’ down your neck while rubbing circles on your clothed clit until he just faltered like ‘oh shit i’ve got a call with ‘em today, don’t i?’

♡ DFRGTHYJU you were livid >:((

♡ bc he had got you all riled up and now he was just gonna leave 😩

♡ you asked him if he could skip the call just this once to finish what he started but he was like ‘bros before hoes’ while putting on his headset 

♡ but being the generous king he is, he unzipped to allow you to give him a blowie while he played 

♡ at first you were all pouty bc he should be the one giving you oral but once you realised that it was his offer or nothing, you begrudgingly got to your knees and began 

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“eijiro, cover-- eijiro! kirishima!” he yelled into his mic, clearly getting riled up from the high action of the game and the matching high action of your mouth. “hellooo? you there, man? oi, i think kiri ‘s afk.” sero reasoned, looking at the frozen figure of his teammate. 

he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat so he couldn’t help but look down at you, shooting you a cocky smirk instead of the moan you were expecting. he knew what you were trying to do but he wanted to make it clear that it wasn’t going to work on him.

sero had lots of practise at choking back moans and hiding orgasms so it was going to take much more than deepthroating to catch him off-guard. 

he momentarily muted his mic so he could instruct you to go deeper while simultaneously grabbing fistful of your hair to force you to deepthroat him once more, bringing him much closer to his orgasm.

eventually, he suddenly reached his climax but you didn’t allow him to mute himself; you wanted to see him struggle. but unfortunately for you, it was hardly an issue as by now, he was used to cumming silently. but you forgive him as the faces he mada are enough to make you wet as hell.

“alright, mr tough guy.” you purred in his ear, muting his mic for your sake, “let me ride you. let’s see how quiet you can be then, hm?”

challenge accepted. 

denki kaminari 

♡ probably still plays video games a lot - even when he gets a job as a pro-hero

♡ but mans still got his priorities straight so if you ever approach him while he’s playing, saying that you’re feeling a bit horny, he’ll quit real quick lmao

♡ and a video games session with the bakusquad is no exception

♡ you’re feeling horny just thinking about the way he ate you out last night so you told him you want to return the favour as you watch him put on his headset

♡ you knew this was a special time with his friends though so you would’ve been too hurt if he said no but ofc he gladly accepted your offer

♡ but he still wanted to play though so he was a bit conflicted for a moment or two until an idea struck him

♡ ‘just blow me while i play, babe!’

♡ to say you were confused and a little concerned would be accurate, so you inquired further to make sure that he was 100% comfortable with it and he’d deal with the repercussions of a slipped moan 

♡ he seemed confident that it wouldn’t happen though - a little too confident. but this stemmed from the fact sero had told him that he lets his girl suck him off while he plays video games and nobody ever notices. but kaminari didn’t realise that sero’s impressive ability came from years of practise.

♡ you obliged though, happily setting yourself on your knees in front of him and taking his length into your mouth 

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“thanks, man!” kaminari exclaimed cheerily, a bright smile spread across his face; partially due to his teammate’s praise but mostly how he’s made it so long into the call without a single moan despite the fact you were making him feel so good down there.

however, as you looked up at him and observed his cocky smirk, something snapped inside you - as it reminded you of the grin he wore last night that you got to see when he’d occasionally pull away from your soaking cunt for air. hence, you recalled how much of a tease he was yesterday and how it pissed you off to no end.

so now that he was sitting submissive to your touch in front of you, why not take your revenge?

your neck slowly retreated backwards to the point where the only thing connecting you to kaminari’s cock was a string of saliva, to which he instinctively whined, “hey! w-why’d ya stop?” completely disregarding the fact he forgot to turn his mic of so mina replied, “who stopped what?” out of confusion.

kaminari’s eyes widened and his face flushed in a way that brought you great amounts of satisfaction, so for being good entertainment, you rewarded him by unhurriedly enveloping his cock with your mouth once more. 

“oh, nothing!” kaminari choked back a moan, realising that his high was fast approaching so he acted accordingly, going to mute his mic, “one second gu-- ah~” the front is cock was finally  - and suddenly - welcomed into the walls of your throat, followed by rapid thrusts which was enough to result in an irrepressible groan escaping his lips.

luckily, his finger found the mute button before the bakusquad was forced to listen to the rest of kaminari’s orgasm. “fuck, baby~” he groaned, tossing his head back in pleasure as his hips jerked back and forth and before he knew it, he was at his climax. out of habit, he yanked his dick away to cum all over your face and chest, barley able to see the masterpiece he created through his heavy lids.

once he finished, he looked down at you with a proud smile, drool staining the corner of his lip, “always so pretty for me~”

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and they were roommates?!

SapnapxFem!Reader

Summary: Imagine being in love with your roommate, couldn't be you.

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I don’t watch or know anything, I just like these people and I had a concept. Also, he and Dream aren’t roommates in this for the sake of I can’t figure that out. Also also, my timeline is probably fucked but who cares

The dynamic in the apartment was...interesting to say the least

In the two years of living together, it had shifted a lot

In the beginning, you and Sapnap had been... less than cordial to each other

Both eighteen, fresh out of high school, off to college thinking that you knew everything.

There was lots of fighting, to say the least.

All of the “No it’s your turn to vacuum”, and “I swear to god Sapnap I will punt you halfway across the world if you eat my pineapple again”

The only reason you didn’t slit each other’s throats was that if the other person was dead, who would pay rent?

It was the summer before college started at the time, and you were working long hours minimum wage so coming]’/ home to an annoying prick caused a crap ton of conflict

After a few months of being little bitches to each other, y’all got piss drunk in the apartment and it all just sorta fell apart

Got that good drunk therapy, spilling your deepest secrets

(y’all were underage but shhh)

So by the time college started, the two of you had become actual friends and started enjoying each others company

A few months into the friendship, you encouraged him to post the video of “Minecraft, but it’s Raining Cats and Dogs” on a whim

Lmao little did you know what you had created (we’ll get to that later)

You mocked his train of thought constantly, laughing at the timing of it all.

“Ahhh yes, I am Sapnap, the genius who thought it’d be great to become a YouTuber while in my first year of college.”

He’d always just laugh and roll his eyes, playfully shoving you while stealing your chips.

The next few months were a haze of studying, work, and him.

It was truly a friendship of convenience since you guys were so busy, him starting his youtube career, and you working restaurants, then school on top of that, it was just easy to find friendship in your roommate.

Of course, he had his close friends which he spoke to over the internet, and you had your friends from back home, but as for college, it really was only him.

You guys had a fun time just hanging around the apartment, and it became so easy to be friends with him

And it WAS truly platonic (we’ll get back to that as well)

The best thing he brought to the friendship was his animals

You got on fabulously with Cash and the cats

They were all so cuddly and honestly loved you more than him lmao

You guys were just trying to get degrees and not be too stupid, was that too much to ask???

Well to a certain 2020, it was

The beginning of that year was great.

He was sorta realizing that he liked putting himself on social media, but on top of that, it seemed like a great start to a year.

February brought him to twitch, which you loved

You found it hilarious how he would just sorta play games and have people watch him live.

But you were incredibly supportive, as a friend, of course

He really liked it so, you tried to ignore the shouting at three am, and the loud anthems at night

Sure you’d give him hell in the morning, but why kill his fun?

March started great, as it was his birthday.

You got him a glittery lighter as a gag, but it was the perfect gift for a broke-ass college student

Then a certain pandemic came a-knockin’ on y’all’s door

It was a hard hit on both of you.

An executive decision was made that you two would stay put, but being away from your families was incredibly tough.

That spring was the birth of The SMP.

It brought him so much joy, which in turn made you happier.

The rest of the school year was a blur of zooms and test

Nick nearly killed you on multiple occasions when you made fun of the fact that he was learning computer science over the computer or made him help you figure out what the fuck zoom was since it was tangentially related to his major

“SAP HELP ME YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS ITS YOUR FUCKING MAJOR!!!”

“NO, IT’S- AHHHHHHHHH”

Yall got more than a handful of noise complaints shhhh

That summer was fill was spent trying to fill the time in weird ways

Note to self, he can’t cook (which you learned the hard way)

Yall spent so much time trying to cook and bake, then sweating off the calories working out with The Fitness Marshall lmao

As sucky as the situation was, that summer was so incredibly fun for the both of you, and truthfully the only arguments were about what music to blast

“Y/n I swear if I listen to Cosmicandy one more time I will drown you.”

“Well if I hear American Idiot one more time someone’s knee caps are getting harvested.”

(that argument was settled with Elton John.)

When school started up again that fall, something shifted

After a year of actual friendship, you guys were no longer just friends, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife

You had watched every single one of his streams since day one, but within 2 seconds of his Love or Host, you felt the need to hurl for some peculiar reason

It was bizarre because there was no way you could ever like him, of course not.

Within the apartment, you guys suddenly got a lot more touchy, but only because it was getting cold with winter and all that jazz.

It wasn’t because yall were secretly in love, what is this, a romcom?

The number of times you guys woke up on the couch, definitely not cuddling was too many to count

You started sitting in his room while he streamed, definitely not watching him with heart eyes because of how excited he got

He always had a pot of coffee full and a 6-pack of monster in the fridge since he knew you ran on spite and caffeine, and definitely not so that he could spend more time with you in the early hours of the morning.

The laundry started getting all mixed around, resulting in just sharing any sweats, hoodies, or socks.

The same thing went for food.

No longer was anything labeled with a name, if it was in the fridge, it was fair game (unless there was a post-it because come on, yall weren’t monsters)

But no, y’all were just roommates, not dating, lets make that clear.

Feelings? We don’t know her.

This entire time, his friends have had to hear about you rip.

But they got front row seats to your relationship development

“OMG my roommate is the worst she ate all of the frozen strawberries”

“Y/n kidnapped Storm all day while she studied and I thought I lost the fucking cat asjvdk”

“I had to run down and talk to the landlord because we dropped a pot of pasta sauce all over the carpet and couldn’t get the damn stain out.”

“She is so nice in preparation for a family dinner zoom, she ran out to the local Filipino food place and pick stuff up.”

“Sorry I’m late I overslept and didn’t want to wake up Y/n.”

They weren’t stupid, and could clearly see how whipped he was.

Dream and Geroge teased him about it constantly.

“Woah, calm down Sap, you should probably tell her you love her before you propose.”

“Yeah Dream’s right, it’s kinda weird that you’re living together before ever dating.”

He always flushed and denied it with a shake of his head.

He wasn’t into you, are they crazy?

Quackity and Karl messed with him in more unorthodox ways

There are a solid number of clips where they are fake crying over how he’s cheating on them, and even more tweets to match

It only got worse when you met them accidentally.

He was chatting post-stream on a video channel with George, Dream, Karl, and Quackity, and just his luck, you came into his room.

Like of all the times you could walk in, it was the time he was with his five closest friends but I digress

“Yo I got some extra tips yesterday so I picked up some extra Red Bull if you want to do one of your weird all-nighter streams.”

“Y/n I’m on channel.”

“Oh shit sorry my b. Catch.”

All the guys heard was a thud and a groan from Sapnap as the six-pack hit him in the chest.

Dream was the one to recognize your name.

“WAIT IS THAT Y/N I WANT TO MEET THEM!”

You could hear Dream’s voice through his headphones

“Sap… who is that?”

“No one. I’ll be out in a sec to help with dinner.”

You could hear a British voice come through.

“Oh so we are no one now, huh.”

Another voice piped through.

“Common... ¿Qué intentas ocultar?”

You cut in.

“Your headset it shit my guy. I can hear everything. I’m down to talk to them.”

He let out a groan.

“Fine. But you’re gonna have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Deal. Now move.”

“What? No.”

“Fine bitch.”

You collapsed onto his lap, plucking the headphones off of him.

“Hello, Sapnap’s friends. I am Y/n. A pleasure to meet y’all. Can you hear me?”

You heard a series of laughs through the headset, and a voice came through.

“Yes, we can see you too. I’m Karl, it’s so nice to finally meet his girlfriend.”

A blush rose on both of your faces, and another voice came through.

“Yeah, we’ve heard lots about you. Plus we can’t see your face in that picture Sap sent us. I’m Quackity”

That remark stopped your embarrassment in its tracks.

“What the fuck? How do you guys know me? I’m not even his girlfriend? And what picture?”

Sapnap grabbed your arm to calm you down as another voice cut in, but his one you recognized as his friend Dream.

“Hey, it’s okay. He just talks about you a bit, and the picture I believe was of you holding like three cats with like a red bull can on your head.”

“Jesus fucking christ why do they have that photo??”

He looked guilty but chuckled.

“Because that photo is a damn masterpiece.”

Karl’s voice came back in with a giggled.

“Soooo, Y/n we’d love to hear about you. Specifically anything funny or embarrassing that you have learned by living with him.”

Sapnap let out a groan from behind you as you went off.

“WELL lemme tell y’all, he has no cooking knowledge, well I mean, now he does, but one time, about a year ago, I had I been keeping a pot of water boiling for about an hour, soft boiling eggs, cooing noodles, blanching bok choy, etc. but this fucking genius is like ‘oH tHe HaNdLe Is StIcKiNg OuT. LeMmE mOvE iT wItH mY bArE hAnD.’ Needless to say, he burnt the crap outta his hand and kept the bag of frozen blueberries on it for the entire night. It took me like a solid five seconds to actually help him because I was laughing.”

By the time you had finished that story, you had seen Nick roll his eyes like 5 five times while the rest of the guys were wheezing.

“Yeah, well remember the time you were trying to imitate Rapunzel after we had watched it over Zoom with my sister, and you swung the edge of the frying pan into our head and got a nasty bump on it? At least I moved quick enough to put some ice on it.”

“Ice? It was the damn leftover Slushy that I had been freezing.”

“True, but you got to drink it after, so it was a win-win situation.”

“Sap, I had a bump the size of a golfball coming off of my temple. There was no winning.”

“Fine, you’re just making me sound like such a shit roommate.”

“No that’s not true, you do all of the talking to the landlord, and you at least tried to muffle the noise when you stream.”

“I guess that’s true, but you do like 80% of the cleaning.”

“Yeah but only because you’re working. Plus in the past 6 months, you’ve made coffee every morning, AND made sure I was taking my meds.”

“Those things aren’t that hard and I do it to make sure you don’t die because I lo- care about you.”

“What?”

“What?”

You heard Dream’s wheeze laugh and remembered that you guys were still on call.

“Smooth.”

You both went red, and Sap moved his arm around you to leave the channel.

The next few moments were complete torture, the two of you just sitting in silence.

You were wondering if he meant what he was about to say and he was scared that you had heard it.

He was the one to break the silence. (mind you you’re still sitting on his lap lmao)

“I’m sorry about that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Should you ask him if he meant it? Because that wouldn’t be that bad. Or just pretend it never happened. Nah that’d be hella awkward. Or-

“I love you too.”

“You what?”

Wow, okay your brain is being a little bitch rn, but fuck it. Balls to the walls baby.

“I love you, and I have for a while now. I just want you to know.”

You finally looked him in the eye, and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Thank god. I love you, and nearly fucking told you for the first time in front of my friends accidentally. Damn, I’m smooth.”

You laughed and he smiled wider.

“Can I kiss you?”

After a quick nod he swooped in and holy hell his lips felt great. His arm wound around your waist and your hands made their way to his jaw as he pulled you closer to him.

The only thing playing in your mind was “and they were roommates”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

[honeypiehotchner]

Looking Too Closely (Bucky x Fem!Stark!Reader) — part four

Y’all. I am dumb as all fucking hell. I’ve had this finished for days and just keep forgetting to post it. Send help

Summary: Ominous stuff and the Father Test results oooooo

Warnings: angst but that’s it I think

The next day, you and Wanda finally tackle everything Pepper bought you. You’re glad you took Tony’s advice (for once) and asked Wanda for help because it’s so much stuff.

“That is not my color. There’s no way I’d wear that.”

“You won’t know unless you try it on!” Wanda argues, holding the shirt out to you.

You push it back to her chest. “Nope. You take it.”

“Are you sure?” She asks, setting it aside. “Pepper got these for you.”

“Yeah, I know.” But I don’t like owning things.

Wanda sighs. “I’m sorry, but it’s okay to own things, you know.”

You look up in shock. You completely forgot she can read minds.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, grimacing. “I try not to, I swear, but that was a strong feeling,” she raises her eyebrows for emphasis.

“I’m not used to it,” you confess. “Mom never had enough money for us to have anything but the essentials. So, this…” You gesture at the pile of clothes around you and on your bed. “It’s weird.”

“I understand,” Wanda says. “But, I mean, you didn’t have anything when you got here. These are all essentials. It just looks like a lot.”

“You’re probably right,” you murmur. “You can still have the shirt, though. That really isn’t my color.”

“Okay,” she chuckles. “I’ll take it.”

You hear footsteps down the hall, and they sound a lot like Bucky’s, which is why when he knocks on the door, you’re not at all surprised when it sounds like his knock, too.

“Come in,” you call out, and sure enough, it’s Bucky.

“Hey-- Oh, hey Wanda.”

She waves.

He looks back at you, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, I was just checking on you.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Why?”

He shrugs, evidently not having a reason. “I...I don’t know. I hadn’t seen you since yesterday, so I guess I just...wanted to check.”

“Oh,” you nod slowly. “I’m good. Thanks for checking.”

“Yeah,” he says, waving once more. “See you.” He closes the door behind him, and you listen to his footsteps retreat back into the main area.

“Weird,” you mutter, grabbing another shirt to examine.

Wanda snickers.

You drop the shirt, giving her a look. “What?”

“Nothing…” She shakes her head, picking up a pair of pants. “These are cute.”

“Wanda,” you sigh. “What?”

“Nothing!” She tries again. “Really, it’s nothing. Bucky is the one mind I can’t really read. He’s good at hiding things.”

“But?”

She shrugs. “He doesn’t really check up on people.”

“Okay? And?”

“Nothing,” she says again. “Like I said, I can’t read him. And we have a bigger thing to worry about. Do you like these?” She turns the pants around for you.

You accept her subject change reluctantly. The pants are cute.

+++

When Bucky returns to the main area, he’s immediately called away by Steve.

“Meeting in five,” Steve says. “At MedBay.”

Bucky follows Steve to the elevator, narrowing his eyes. “Why MedBay?”

“It’s about Y/N,” Steve says quietly, stepping inside the elevator with Bucky.

“Did the results come back?” Bucky asks.

“They must’ve,” Steve sighs.

“What are we gonna do if she’s like us?” Bucky asks. “She has no clue that she is.”

“That we know of,” Steve adds.

“No, Steve, I don’t think she knows,” Bucky argues. “At all.”

“Well, we’ll figure that out later,” Steve says.

The elevator stops at MedBay, letting the two super soldiers off.

They’re met with Dr. Cho, Tony, and Natasha standing around. The look that Nat gives Steve is enough to let him know it’s bad.

Of course, bad is subjective. Because if you are a super soldier, that isn’t necessarily a bad thing (you won’t drop dead from it) -- but Bucky isn’t sure it’s a good thing, either. Especially if you don’t know what you are, because that means you were given the serum against your will and without your knowledge. But who would do that to you -- to a fucking kid?

Tony breaks the silence. “Well, we don’t need to stand around staring at each other. I’m sure you’ve put two and two together.”

Bucky’s heart sinks. “She’s a super soldier?”

Dr. Cho shakes her head. “I’m not completely sure.” She pauses. “But based on the DNA so far...yes. A form of one.”

“A form of one?” Bucky blurts.

“I’ve already called Dr. Banner,” Tony says. “He should be here tomorrow to help us figure this one out. Quickly.”

“Do you think someone is trying to recreate the serum?” Steve asks.

“Not trying to,” Tony says. “If Y/N is anything to go off of, they’ve done it.”

“But how does she not remember it?” Natasha questions. “It sounds like something someone would remember.”

“Unless she was unconscious,” Bucky adds quietly. “Or whoever it was wiped her memory.”

Everyone looks at Bucky, afraid that he’s right.

“We don’t know that, but...I do know her mom worked for HYDRA. Or a group closely associated with them,” Tony waves his hands aimlessly. “FRIDAY is still digging.”

“And you had sex with her?” Bucky laughs darkly. “Of course.”

“Hey, I don’t need your judgement, Barnes,” Tony snaps. “All I need is some help. Because until I say so, this stays between us. Okay?” Tony raises his eyebrows. “Barnes?”

“Okay,” Bucky mutters.

“Understood,” Steve says with a nod, but Tony wasn’t worried about him, or Natasha who nods in agreement, too. Tony’s worried about Bucky because he’s latched onto you in some weird way that Tony can’t quite place, but he knows it’s going to cause issues.

“I’ll try to convince her to start training with us,” Nat says. “At least with Wanda and I first. It’ll give her something to do and I can see how she behaves.”

Steve likes the idea. “If she wants to train with me or Buck, that’s fine too, we can gauge if she does or doesn’t know about her strength.”

“We don’t even know if she has super strength,” Bucky argues. “All I’ve noticed is that her senses are sharper than normal.”

“She’s been on the run,” Nat counters. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s holding things back from us. Don’t give me that look, I’m not saying I blame her, I’m saying I understand.”

Bucky doesn’t stop glaring at her, but he does nod.

Tony breaks the tension with a clap of his hands. “Now that we’re all on the same page, I need to go. I’ve got some news to break to the kid.”

All heads slowly turn toward Tony.

“Wait…” Nat furrows her eyebrows.

“She’s really yours?” Steve asks quietly.

“She’s really mine,” Tony nods, smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Talk about being father of the year. Not even knowing your kid exists until she’s almost twenty.” He laughs it off because that’s all he knows how to do, but everyone can tell he’s beating himself up inside.

+++

When you see Tony again, Wanda is gathering the few clothes you decided not to keep.

“Hey munchkin,” he says, knocking on your door with two knuckles. “You got a minute?”

“Sure,” you shrug.

“I’ll see you later,” Wanda waves, punching Tony lightly in the arm on her way by.

“What’s up?” You ask. You’re grateful he’s come in now because it gets you out of hanging all this shit up, but you won’t admit that to him.

“Thought we could take a walk,” he shrugs. “I realized I haven’t given you the grand tour.”

You chuckle. “I’ve been almost everywhere, I mean, what else is there?”

Tony only smiles.

You shake your head, rolling your eyes. “Fine, lead the way.”

Tony doesn’t seem nearly as happy as you thought he would when you agreed.

Still, you follow him, and you don’t question his mood. Even if the two of you do bicker like hell, you kind of don’t mind spending some time with him. Working in the lab yesterday was more fun than you expected it to be.

Tony takes you down to the garage where all his cars are. There’s a couple motorcycles, one for Steve and one for Natasha. Bucky, surprisingly, doesn’t have one. Tony doesn’t point a car out and say it’s Bucky’s, so you don’t know if he even has one.

From there, he walks you through the business floors, nodding to the few people that pass by. You notice the odd looks you get, though. Tony doesn’t bat a single eyelash.

It’s when Tony walks you through his lab again that you realize he’s stalling about something, but you say nothing, letting him do whatever it is he’s doing. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re kind of enjoying the tour.

The last stop is the balcony near the very top of the tower. It’s right outside Tony’s office, unsurprisingly, but you truthfully didn’t even notice it the first day you were here.

You take in the view of the city from here, the breeze on your cheeks. You have a feeling you’ll be sneaking in here more often than not to come out here.

“So… The results came in.”

Slowly, you look over at Tony. “The results?” You pause. “From the paternity test? Already?”

“Dr. Cho uses different technology here,” he shrugs. “It’s quicker.”

“Okay…” You murmur. “What’s the verdict?”

Tony chuckles as he takes his sunglasses off. “What do you think?” He pauses, looking down. “What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly, leaning against the railing. “What did you want it to be?”

“I’ve always wanted to be a father,” he admits, surprising you. “But the fact that it never happened just told me I wasn’t cut out for it. And even now, I think that’s true. I mean, look at me,” he scoffs. “I didn’t even know I have a daughter until she’s almost twenty, and she had to come to me. I couldn’t even go to her.”

You stare out at the city, not blinking, not moving, barely breathing.

“I always said I’d try to be better than my dad if I was one,” he continues. “I’d be around more. I’d be more involved in my kid’s life than I would in my work. Guess that one didn’t work out.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” you chuckle, trying to slice through some of the awkward tension, “every time my mom told me you’re my dad, I...I would be two seconds away from telling her to go to hell. But I never did.” You shrug. “I never believed her, though, either.”

“Do you believe her now?”

“Hard to argue with science, I guess,” you admit. “We can ignore it, though, if you’d rather I just...quietly leave.”

Tony shakes his head. “No. No, I’m not gonna make you leave.”

“Okay.”

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you want,” he says. “And you can change rooms, too, just let me know. There’s bigger ones a few floors down that are empty. It’s just Bucky and Steve on one end.”

You snicker. “You sure you want me rooming on the same floor as them?”

“Yeah, you know what, I take that back,” he nods firmly. “You’re staying where you are.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he replies almost instantly.

Heavy silence settles over the two of you for a few moments. The city breeze is the only noise in your ears, aside from the car engines, but you’ve gotten good at tuning those out.

“You’re not gonna get pissed if I don’t call you dad, right?” You ask.

“As long as you don’t get pissed if I keep calling you munchkin.”

You sigh. Win some, lose some. “Fine.”

“Good deal,” Tony says with a nod.

“Can I ask something else?”

“Shoot.” He pushes away from the railing to face you instead, leaning his hip against the glass.

“Do you remember my mom at all?” Before he can reply, you say, “It’s fine if you don’t. I’m just curious.”

He hangs his head. “I don’t. I’m sorry, munchkin.”

You shrug. “Probably for the better, anyway.”

Tony stills. It’s the first time he’s ever heard you talk about your mom, really, but with what he knows, it only makes him more suspicious. FRIDAY won’t finish digging until sometime tonight or tomorrow, but the beginning of what she’s found doesn’t look positive. And neither does your current expression.