#and hide the fact that he hasn't gotten enough sleep

[wait-for-it-next]

#heinz doofenshmirtz #perry the platypus #phineas and ferb #pnf #pnf doofenshmirtz #dr doofenshmirtz #doctor doofenshmirtz #doof 101 #doofenshmirtz #heinz the ocelot #Heinz has three jobs now #Secret agent / Professor / Scientist at the O.W.C.A. #professor Doof #perryshmirtz #perry #o.w.c.a. files #Don't touch the platypus #He's sleep deprived #The sunglasses make the platypus look cool #and hide the fact that he hasn't gotten enough sleep

[silentmoths]

Big 👀 Energy

In which moth vomits their horny thoughts on their skrunklies at 4am on christmas eve instead of sleeping.

Ft: Zhongli, Childe & Capitano.

NSFW, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, size difference, monsterfucking, exhibitionism if you squint?

Merry christmas, heathens.

Zhongli

Oh he absolutely knows every possible way to overwhelm you, and he’ll employ every method. Words? Touch? Taste? His massive dick? All of it.

He’s not personally satisfied until you’re trying to claw away from it all, overstimulated and overwhelmed. He’ll let you try and shimmy away from him…only for a little while.

That’s when he turns all sickly sweet, when he bears down and lavishes your neck and shoulders with kisses, strong hands gripping at your hips as he pulls you right back down and onto his cock, grinding deep and slow.

Usually, Zhongli is a gentle, attentive lover. It’s just that sometimes? Sometimes there’s that cruel streak in him, the kind that wants to reduce his partners to nothing but a sobbing, writhing mess, the less coherent, the better.

Only made worse by the fact he can change his size, both in frame and in girth. If you thought his human cock was more than enough, you’ve not met Morax.

And on very rare occasions…the Morax’s. Dragon’s are sometimes known for having more than one dick after all. One bullying your insides while the other grinds against your overstimulated clit? Yikes.

What’s worse? This asshole hasn't even Cum yet.

He has warned you, about the times he seems to simply…vanish for several days, he never tells you where he’s going, but you know why. As much as he loves the concept of pinning you down and breeding you full of his kin…a dragons rut might still be a little too much for a human.

“Where are you off to,darling? We’ve barely gotten started.”

Childe

Childe is a strange one, sometimes he can be the biggest, doofiest, golden retriever of a boyfriend….and sometimes he can be a horrifying horndog…

Sometimes it’s both at once.

Splitting you apart on his cock all while he moans his pleasure into your ear or into your mouth, kissing at your overstimulated tears.

He’s both an intense lover, and a multiple-rounds kinda dude, he’s not satisfied after nutting just once, oh no, he needs more than that.

However, he’s all about making sure you’ve cum first, usually multiple times before he’s even willing to allow himself his first orgasm. All things considered, he has amazing control.

Professional puppy-eyes pouter.

He also just loves to hear you beg. Beg to let you take a break, beg for ‘no more’ with that pretty little voice and those dewey, teary eyes. 

Really you should have learnt by now that all that’s going to do is make him somehow harder.

Sometimes, after a particularly rough day, he finds himself slipping, just a little, his delusion becoming more prevalent. He likes watching you jolt with his little shocks.

Don't worry, even when he’s slightly manic like this, he always has your safety well in mind, as well as the safeword. Always honour the safeword. 

Childe has made it no secret that he desperately wants to fuck you while he’s in his foul legacy form, but you’ve both agreed that, as of right now, that shit would tear you apart. 

“C’mon baby, one more for me? Yeah? Maybe two? No? Oh come on, you’re so pretty when you come though!”

Capitano

This man. This man can, and will, use you as his personal fucktoy, if thats the mood he’s in.

Man’s is so fuckn big he’s like a monolith standing beside you, and there’s nothing to stop him from wrapping a single hand around your waist and manhandling you onto his equally massive dick.

However, he’s not that cruel.

You are one of the only people who know that while yes, his nails are more like claws…he has two that he always, religiously, clips and files.

There’s other uses for that harbinger-issued coat of his…like hiding you within it so he can work you open on those two fingers until you’re a shaking, drooling mess. He doesn’t care where he is; at home? A harbinger meeting? His office? If the mood strikes him, he’s reaching out and pulling you into the depths of that damned coat.

You’re not actually complaining, but damn if trying to keep quiet isnt difficult.

Not many people can claim to understand anything capitano does, it’s impossible to get a read on him from beneath his helmet, but you’ve come to learn, all thing’s considered, he’s actually a very gentle lover.

He does things like grab you and manhandle you like he’s going to do nothing but take. Take hard and take fast…but then he does quite the opposite, slowly grinding his massive cock inside you, it’s excruciating sometimes, but you can't say he’s ever left you unsatisfied.

Sore? Oh yeah. Struggling to walk for the next day? Absolutely. Head empty, no thoughts but that huge schlong doing it again? Always. 

"...again."

#Silentmothwrites #moth is not silent #Genshin Zhongli #Genshin Childe #Genshin Capitano #Zhongli x reader #Childe x reader #Capitano x reader #Zhongli x reader smut #Childe X reader smut #Capitano x reader smut #childe smut #zhongli smut #capitano smut

[stars-and-clouds]

Okay guys but think about Aymeric for a minute.

He is adopted into a family of nobles when he comes from, possibly, a low born mother who was possibly forced into sleeping with a powerful man like Thordan. Had to keep quiet about it and possibly lose her son right after giving birth. Aymeric grew up hearing rumours about being a bastard, about not deserving his life, about how lucky he is, how he was probably a mistake.

And now he is the only one alive to carry on the Borel name, becomes the lord commander of the temple knights at a very young age, then lord speaker of Ishgard, slayer of Fafnir, unifier of dragons and men after a thousand year of war. All this while he grows up hearing he will never be good enough. Imagine how insecure that must make him. Having achieved so much will not make him think "wow, I really am amazing. Sure showed them!" It will just stress him out even more, thinking he can't do it, he isn't capable enough to carry these responsiblities out, not deserving enough to. In fact, idk if we've ever seen him being proud of himself or even happy? Doesn't he always want to jump to the next task? He is too humble for someone in his position, sometimes it's like he doesn't believe he is actually as good as he is said to be.

I think this is shown by his decision to give up his position as lord commander as soon as they finish dealing with Nidhogg. Like, he will do his duty and stop. Because he doesn't think he can do it anymore. He thinks he is not important enough so he goes to confront his father by himself in the lion's den itself, so to speak. Practically kills his father, almost kills his best friend to do his duty, brings about peace and much needed change and gets stabbed for it. How shit must that make him feel about himself?

Aymeric is so good at being a well spoken, smooth politician, we forget to see how broken he must really be inside and he is all alone. Even Lucia isn't with him anymore, having to stay at Garlemald.

The way his eyes light up every time he sees the warrior of light, calling them 'my friend,' every second sentence, as if pleading to be called the same. Writing to Estinien whenever he can, having a deep wanderlust and adventurous spirit but being unable to fulfil it. He is so much like G'raha in this sense but unlike him, Aymeric hasn't gotten his happy ending yet.

The man is so alone but so dutiful. So insecure but so good at hiding it. He craves connection but his duty forces him to be unable to make it. I cannot imagine how hard he has it.

He needs hugs 😭

#ffxiv #heavensward #ishgard #aymeric #estinien #ff14 #endwalker #Aymeric de Borel #aymeric x wol #aymeric x estinien #haurchefant #Aymeric analysis

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! Miles Upshur with selectively mute! Darling? He’s her voice but she’s his eyes. It could be seen either as platonic or romantic. :))

Sure! Been awhile since I've written for Outlast so I can try. I haven't played Outlast in years so I may be rusty to events in game. I just did mute darling as I'm not sure what selectively mute means but I guessed.

Wrote this late at night/early morning as I had some trouble sleeping due to my sleep schedule being out of wack due to the summer, if something seems off I apologize.

Potential Spoilers for Outlast maybe

Yandere! Miles Upshur with Mute! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Trauma, Overprotective behavior, Grotesque descriptions, Dubious relationship, Nudity, Blood, Miles tries to comfort darling, Murder, Gore, Isolation implied, Walrider! Miles mention near end.

I like to think how you meet is within the asylum.

In fact, the asylum may be why you're mute in the first place.

You probably went mute due to the trauma you were subjected to within the facility.

Let's be honest, a lot of things in the asylum would cause you to feel more reserved.

From disgusting nudity and gore to the constant threat of death... no wonder your sanity is strained.

You are no variant.

You're not even crazy, at least not yet.

Miles most likely came across you during his journey deep into the asylum.

You're very hesitant of each other at first and Miles is not too quick to obsess.

Miles is a cynical and sharp man, but has a strong will.

At first he thinks you're a variant but a harmless one.

You clearly don't show any signs of hostility.

You more want to hide and run more than anything... it's actually a bit sad to see.

Miles hasn't seen many women in this place and gets concerned about what you may have been subjected to here.

He's seen how the variants act.

Miles most likely hunts you down in the asylum, but not to hurt you.

He wants to help you.

He tries to portray this to you the next few times he meets you.

If he's lucky, you'll stick around and trust him.

Miles has some trouble understanding you're mute at first.

He wonders why you're so quiet all the time... and when checking you over he sees no throat injuries.

He'll come to the conclusion you're mute due to trauma at some point.

Upon this realization he tries to show you he's non-threatening.

You two actually become quite the duo.

There's no one sane enough to talk to here but he soon learns to understand your lack of words.

If you both ever got out of here then he'd probably become your mouth piece for you.

In return for his protection, you become his eyes in the asylum.

You know all the best hiding spots and shortcuts due to your time here.

Miles is concerned about how long you've been here.

Since he's gotten here he's seen nothing but piles of organs and blood on the floor, naked bodies both living and dead, along with everything trying to kill him.

How did you manage to survive any of this?

How did you eat? How did you keep warm? The lack of clothing you have is tattered and barely considered decent at this point.

It disturbs Miles to think about what you must've had to do to survive this place, especially since you would've been considered a target here.

I can picture Miles sharing tender moments with you, for example he'd probably give you his jacket to wear so you can cover up.

Miles may appear cold, which is understandable due to the injuries he sustains in the asylum, yet he does have a soft spot for you.

You two only ever grow closer when you bandage him in return for him staying by you.

You two benefit from each other here.

Even if you can't speak to him with words, gestures get your point across.

Plus... sometimes you just like to listen to him talk.

This companionship between you two could be seen as platonic or romantic.

For the most part it's just you two helping each other.

Miles really does want to help you.

You're the only good thing that's come out of this asylum in his eyes.

He wants to get you out of here, he wants to get you help.

Surprisingly, over time you aren't the 'crazy' one.

It's Miles who begins to lose it by the end of it.

Due to what he's seen in the asylum, thoughts you've managed to repress, he loses his sanity.

This could morph his care for you into something darker.

He's suffocating to you, his protective behavior transitioning to something more possessive like the inmates in the asylum.

He doesn't mean it half the time but he always has a tight grip on your hand as he runs from horrors with you.

When you stop to take a breather with him... you can tell he's changed.

He still looks at you with care... but there's a darkness that's begun to fester within him.

It scares you a bit...

Yet you can't voice your concern.

Outlast is a game where you can't really fight back.

Which means during most of your time with Miles he isn't really violent.

He shows frustration at the fact he can't do anything like kill to protect you, but that's it.

During any point where an enemy or variant dies, Miles most likely covers your eyes.

You don't need to see anymore of this... just lean into him and you'll be fine.

Miles doesn't start getting bad until he becomes the Walrider's new host.

His yandere tendencies finally have a chance to flourish as he has so much power now.

When he becomes a host, you harbor mostly fear for him.

He can kill anyone in a matter of seconds, exploding their bodies into a mess of bloody chunks.

You actually want to hide from him....

Even more so when he screams at the variants for supposedly hurting you...

Miles appears to still act as your guardian despite this.

In fact, he's much more capable of protecting you from the horrors of this asylum now.

The issue is the Walrider is a separate entity from Miles.

He is its host... but it still has its own thoughts.

Yet it can see how much this human likes you... so it spares you and listens to its host.

While you once cared for Miles and appreciated his help...

Now he just feels like a new monster.

Miles keeps promising he'll take you out of here.

Eventually he does, but you don't feel safe.

You can't say anything when he offers you to live with him.

You don't know if you should show fear for him or not... you're scared yet have nowhere else to go.

By the end of the journey between you two, Miles becomes a monster that's attached to you.

He claims he now just wants to focus on helping you, despite his situation.

You only stare at him with wide and fearful eyes.

Your mind echoes with memories... the most recent ones being of Miles murdering others in an explosion of gore.

Miles... the very same man who bought you new clothes and hugs you in his home with such care.

He says he doesn't want you to feel alone.

He smiles at you and tells you he'll take care of you from now on... but your focus is only on the dead look in his eyes.

The blank gaze of those blackened bloodshot eyes....

You go along with it... fear guiding you as it once did in the asylum.

Monsters follow you wherever you go it seems....

Miles sets you up to function as you would've before the asylum.

He cares for you in his home... but you're never allowed out.

You're scared to leave... yet also scared to stay.

You want to find help, you want to help him as much as he did you...

Yet you fear Miles may be beyond help now.

#yandere outlast #yandere miles upshur

[flowering-thought]

Sweet anon here ready for fucking BUSINESS, how would your current oc's (plus maybe a bonus of any you have hidden I KNOW YOU HAVE SOME) would handle/adjust to a very physically affectionate love? Like, I will literally full body collide with someone then nuzzle wherever I can reach, THAT type of affectionate)

Damn babe, you're coming for my throat with those hidden characters- ^•ﻌ•^

Sweet Anon though, you always catch my eye with your asks each and every time <3

Ngl I couldn't help myself despite it being 4am-

I'll give you some paragraphs since there's not much to make a full headcannon on. I hope this is enough to keep some curiosity at bay ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ<333

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Ah poor Daisuke will explode. He already loves you a lot. And he enjoys whatever amount of love you give him as he doesn't want to pressure you! But you're giving him so much affection? Sometimes when you suddenly surprise attack him with a hug he can't help but attach himself to you and hide his blushed cheeks by hiding his face by your neck and giving you a small peck on your neck.

He enjoys all the amount of love you give him. And when you suddenly collide into him while he's doing something he will stop what he's doing to give you some cuddles and nose kisses before continuing his task and letting you know he only needs a couple more minutes till he's free ♡

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Rowan thrives off of it. His a big physical touch guy and you being the same way makes him so happy! He'll also give you surprise attacks of cuddles or big hugs where he just gives you a small squeeze! And if he feels he hasn't gotten to cuddle you enough in one day he'll come over and say that he needs a recharge when we all know he just missed you.

And oh boy does he hate whoever ruins those moments. He doesn't move from any of your cuddle sessions until he's satisfied with the amount of time he got to spend with you. He can't help it you're just so adorable he needs to give you a lil squeeze once in a while just from being excited to see you ♡

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And Irene? She also adores it. She loves especially when it's you seeking her out around the palace to give affection. And when you first give her a little lunge and hug attack she's surprised but let's out a big laugh as she wraps her arms around you and gives you a big kiss on the cheek. "You're so adorable my love." Is what she says each and every time you initiate a cuddle session by attacking her affectionately.

Irene doesn't mind in the slightest if she was in the middle of something either. She finds your presence warm and perfect. She'll just sit you on her lap even if you protest and wrap an arm around you while she writes and signs documents on her desk. And if you start nodding off she let's you lay on the couch till she's finished. Don't worry though! You'll get plenty of cuddles when she's finished ♡

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Oh dear, Mila adores it. She's big on affection and honestly? She will and can attack you with cuddles. Occasionally she'll come down to your office just to give you a hug from behind. She finds that she misses your presence so often she wonders if she should just steal you away from your department and hire you as a secretary.

And when she invites you to her place or you invite her to yours, she'll be all over you and is super happy when you do the same! She just loves all the phsyical attention and might beg a bit to just latch onto you like a koala and beg for a sleep over so you don't have to leave her embrace ♡

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Dante isn't too used to physical affection. And the fact that you're so cuddly with them of all people makes them melt. They grow so used to it they start to look forward to each hug and show of affection you give them. Sometimes when you come out of no where and just hug them they melt into your hugs and rest their chin on your head. You're so warm and cuddly they never want to let you go.

Dante also doesn't tolerate interruptions of your cuddle sessions and threatens those that do. They hate when people take away an ounce of time that could be spent worshiping and adoring you. Their subordinates have now at this point learned not to interrupt unless it's an emergency. And may the gods help the souls who started that emergency because Dante would far rather be in your embrace more than anything ♡

#.hana_talks_txt_♡ #.daisuke_kawahara_♡ #.rowan_clarke_♡ #.irene_nephyis_♡ #.mila_allen_♡ #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere female

[im-not-thinking-confetti-cannons]

Day 6: Orgasm Delay/Denial

Warnings: none

Rating: E

Pairings: Boyd x Raylan, Jimmy x Raylan, Raylan x Tim, Boyd x Jimmy x Raylan x Tim

“Room for one more?”

Raylan’s got his face under the stream of water in the shower, but he doesn’t have to open his eyes to know it’s Boyd doing the asking – or to know that the man didn’t wait for an answer before opening the door and joining him. He scrubs a hand over his face as familiar hands settle on his hips, turns just in time to catch Boyd’s mouth in a slow, easy kiss. 

“Good morning to you too,” Raylan murmurs, chuckling under his breath as Boyd gently urges him back against the wall, pressing their bodies together in a way that gets Raylan’s attention, immediately. “Extra good morning, actually.”

Boyd kisses him again, a little harder, a little deeper – with purpose – and Raylan melts a little, the full-on attention getting to him more than the feeling of Boyd’s skin against his own. He’s already half-hard, just from Boyd’s hands on his hips and a couple of kisses, and he’s got a feeling this little morning delight isn’t going to take very long at all.

Boyd nips at his lip, soothing the sting with his tongue and swallowing down the desperate little sound Raylan makes. Boyd kisses like he intends on claiming Raylan's mouth for his own - like every inch of Raylan hasn't belonged to him since they were 19 and covered in coal dust - and Raylan isn't keen on talking him out of the urge.

“Raylan,” Boyd says, pressed so close Raylan can feel the rumble of the words in his own chest. The tile is cold, but Boyd is warm, and that’s a tradeoff Raylan will take any day. "Raylan."

The sound of his name in Boyd's low growl of a voice has Raylan shuddering, gasping out a shaky little breath when Boyd wraps a hand around them both. Raylan’s head thunks back against the shower wall, his eyes fluttering shut as a groan works its way out of his throat. 

“You’re going to make me late," he says, more out of the need to be ornery than anything else, and he feels the way Boyd ducks his head to hide his grin against Raylan's shoulder, the little huff of laughter his words draw. 

“Then you might have considered leaving half-an-hour ago, with Tim.”

“You know I need my beauty sleep. I–” Raylan’s voice cracks when Boyd scrapes his teeth over his pulse, and for a moment he wishes for a mark so strongly he can almost taste it. It would show above his collar, be impossible to hide, but he wants it. Wants to wear the bruise, and then come home and have Boyd darken it with sucking kisses and sharp teeth.

Boyd’s grip tightens, and the rest of Raylan’s half-formed reply dies in his throat. "Fuck, Boyd," he manages. "Just like that." He bucks his hips up, chasing the tightening coil of pleasure he can feel beginning to build low in his gut. Boyd knows how to work him, how to wind him up just right, and Raylan's never quite figured out how not to fall apart at his touch.

Boyd gets him right there, right to the edge, and then-

"Goddammit," Raylan groans, as Boyd's hand falls away, leaving him aching and straining and so, so close. "Boyd, what the fuck."

Boyd presses a kiss to his collarbone, and Raylan would consider it apologetic except for the way Boyd nips at the skin, leaving a red, stinging mark behind, one that Raylan will feel even if it won’t show. “Not yet,” Boyd says, and the raspiness of his voice and the pleased little smile on his face is almost enough to make up for the fact that Raylan has to spend ten minutes thinking about coal dust and slurry to get his jeans to zip up.

Almost.

<hr>

Four hours later, Tim drags him out of the office for “lunch,” and Raylan doesn’t suspect a thing until Tim pulls into an empty parking lot and all but attacks his belt.

“Easy,” Raylan says, like he’s not primed and ready to go from the way Boyd left him hanging in the shower. "Christ, what's gotten into you?"

"Nothing, yet," Tim says, cheeky in a way that doesn't register immediately, and then those long, slender fingers slip into Raylan's underwear and wrap around his cock. And Raylan…

Well, Raylan fucking loves Tim's hands. Tim's got a habit of giving him the full length of them when he fingers Raylan open, and sometimes that's all Raylan can think about when he sees Tim twirling a pen around in the office, or pouring a cup of coffee at home. Even now, with Tim jerking him off rough and fast and perfect, that's where Raylan's mind goes: to Tim's fingers slipping a little lower, pressing into him, stretching him open just fast enough for it to burn in the best of ways.

"Might have to talk you into getting something into me," Raylan pants, and Tim rewards him with a devastating twist of his hand. Raylan whimpers, spreading his legs a little more, and pushes up into the touch best he can.

He's close, and he’s not even embarrassed about it. He's going to make a mess of his pants and probably his shirt, but he can taste the orgasm that's coming and he's not going to make Tim stop, not for anything. 

Tim, though, seems to have a different idea. 

“Whoops,” he says, far too cheery for the time and the place and Raylan’s own desperation. “Look at the time. We don’t want to be late getting back to the office.”

And then he takes his hand away, leaving Raylan aching and unsatisfied. 

“Are you fucking serious,” Raylan grits out, and Tim’s grin only widens, even though his pupils are so dark Raylan can only see a sliver of blue. The knowledge that Tim isn't unaffected should be a balm, but instead it just drives Raylan's frustration higher.

Tim makes a soft, sympathetic little sound, patting Raylan’s thigh in what he figures is supposed to be sympathy. “You want some ice for that?”

Raylan is going to kill him.

“Fuck you, Gutterson.”

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By the time Raylan gets home, he’s wired and on-edge and he's got a fucking plan. It's not a complicated one. Really all it involves is getting behind about locked door and fucking his own hand until he finally, finally, can come. 

But as soon as he walks through the door, Jimmy is there, grabbing his hand and leaning up for a kiss, and Raylan's not going to deny him that, not ever. And when Jimmy tugs him out to the living room, Raylan goes just as easily, because… well, because. The thought of help is infinitely more appealing than his existing plan.

Jimmy seems to have a plan of his own, judging from the way he all but shoves Raylan down onto the couch – and it's a plan Raylan is very much on board with. He raises his hips to help Jimmy tug his pants down, and then welcomes the younger man into his arms, leaning up to kiss the eager little smile right from his mouth.

"Lube," he breathes between kisses, but Jimmy just shakes his head, grabs Raylan's hand and guides it back so Raylan can feel where he's already wet and open, ready and waiting.

Raylan groans, deep in his chest, says, "You're my favorite," just to hear Jimmy's delighted little laugh. Then Jimmy sinks down onto him in one smooth, relentless motion, and Raylan feels it in his teeth. 

"All right, baby, all right," he manages, squeezing Jimmy's hips hard enough that he knows there will be bruises later. "Not wasting time, are you?"

"Want you," Jimmy says simply, and - well, how is Raylan supposed to argue with that?

He grits his teeth as Jimmy sets a pace that can only be described as desperate, sheer force of will the only thing stopping him from bucking up into Jimmy's tight heat and chasing his own orgasm. And even with that, it's only a handful of minutes later when he feels that telltale tightening, knows the point of no return is closer than he'd liked it to be. 

It takes every ounce of will he's got left to grab ahold of Jimmy’s hips and still him, to drag himself back from the edge. He’s figured out the game, now, and he’ll be damned if he’s going to disappoint – even if another denial might be enough to bring tears to his eyes. 

"Need a minute," he gasps out. "Just – don't move."

Raylan hears Boyd before he sees him, the measured sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor. Out of the corner of his eye, Raylan sees him lean up against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, looking all the world like he just walked in on Sunday brunch, and not Raylan with his pants around his ankles and Jimmy in his lap.

“Now what did I tell you,” Boyd drawls, smooth as molasses, and it’s impossible to miss the way Jimmy tightens, how color starts to bleed down the back of his neck. “Raylan will behave, if he’s got the proper motivation.”

“You’re a bastard,” Raylan grits out, and then leans up to kiss the hinge of Jimmy’s jaw, just to make sure there’s no misunderstanding around who he meant. “I should have fucking known this was your idea.”

Tim appears on the other side of the doorway, and when Boyd lifts his arm, he ducks under easily, tucking himself in against Boyd's side. And even with irritation making his skin hot and his words sharp, Raylan can't help but love the sight of the two of them together. 

Can’t help but wish they were together just a little fucking closer.

Jimmy shifts a little, and Raylan groans, letting his head flop back against the back of the couch. "You can't," he begins, and then makes himself take a deep, steadying breath. "Jimmy, sweetheart, you have to let me catch my breath or I'm going to ruin your fun."

Jimmy grins crookedly, reaches up to run the fingers of one hand through Raylan's hair. "Nah," he says. "This is the fun. No more teasing, I promise. Boyd and Tim got to wind you up - I get to let you go."

"Well, in that case…" Raylan reaches between them, gets a hand on Jimmy's cock. They both groan – Jimmy at the friction, Raylan at how Jimmy bucks his hips to seek it out. "Fuck," he breathes, and Jimmy echoes him with a strangled little whimper.

"Raylan, please," Jimmy whines, like he's the one who's been teased all damn day, but it does the trick. Raylan thrusts once, twice, and comes with a strangled, choked-off gasp, biting his tongue as the pleasure hits him hard enough to make his ears ring and his vision go dangerously dark. And the way Jimmy keeps moving, chasing his own peak, means it doesn't fucking end. It feels like he can't even breathe, not until Jimmy cries out brokenly and comes all over Raylan's stomach.

Raylan bows his head, pressing his forehead to Jimmy’s shoulder, and tries to catch his fucking breath. After a moment, Jimmy’s fingers skim softly up his back. “You good?” he asks, and Raylan groans wordlessly.

“Just fucking peachy,” he croaks after a moment, but it’s worth it for the way Jimmy laughs and presses a kiss to the top of his head – for the way Boyd and Tim settle on either side of them, finally as close as Raylan wants them.

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#justified #boyd crowder #jimmy tolan #raylan givens #tim gutterson #kinktober 2023 #boyd x raylan #raylan x tim #jimmy x raylan #what do you ship? yes.

[lemonseeds-blog]

Vlad Journal | Episodes 1 and 2

"The Manor hasn't been this full of strangers in nearly a century. I have gotten too used to my isolation. The walls are buzzing with tension here. I cannot see myself sleeping  any time soon. Tonight was meant to be a celebration. Returning home with my companions. I wonder if Aurelio is restless tonight as well"

This will be an in-character journal entry summarizing Vlad’s thoughts from the latest episode of The Sanguine Society. You can find the public copy of this journal here, if you prefer google docs. I Hope you enjoy 🖤

What a day; I'm not sure where to even begin. I'm afraid I've made a terrible first impression. Aurelio and I got into town and went to pick up Sorcha before heading to the Manor, and straight away she was having kaffee with a werewolf. And Henry's pack member, in fact; I recognized the Mark and later confirmed with a conversation in the library. She wants to see Henry's notes, and the labs. She told me about the worsening decline of the hides; bio-alchemy advances, pack politics, shared memories. There is so much that we had no time and I had no capacity to speak long enough on, for before all of that, Sorcha had more news. Apparently Adăpost Manor has developed some sort of reputation and there happened to be a plan for a break-in the very night of my arrival. Some college students wanted to investigate the rumors and have a party. I find the timing of all this to be very concerning. Especially with Aurelio joining me now. But our arrival at the Manor simply brought more questions. Ki was there, throwing out a group of young men, accompanied by a boy named Win. I suspect that she was not going to wait and ask to see the notes, and so I am glad that we arrived before shortly after she did. Win turns out to be the grandchild of Lily, who decided to assign him her duties without consulting me? And there is something strange about him too, though I can't quite put my finger on it. He is familiar somehow. 

Saturday, April the 7th, 2023 - Same Date, Night

We went inside to get things sorted and almost immediately heard screaming from upstairs. Somebody that Win had invited over got stuck in one of Sorcha's ridiculous traps. So I've barely set foot in my own house and it's full of strangers. Strangers that for some reason, I know. Yes, even the girl caught in the trap, I know. And so does Sorcha and Aurelio. If Sorcha is correct, anyways. For her, they are Blue; for me, and for Aurelio, she is Zamphyr. So many familiar faces and new names. Could it really be Zamphyr, in a new life? I suppose stranger things have happened, but I'm having trouble convincing myself. Not that it will matter much either way, she does not recognize me or anyone else. So far. I tried to send her home, but Sorcha insisted on following her, saying that Blue always dies after they meet again. What could I say? And she was right; not a few hours after she left, this girl [Talia, is her name] nearly fell from the stairs outside her building, according to Sorcha. Of course she brought her back to Adăpost, and how could I turn them away at that point. Talia took one of the guest rooms, although with much reluctance; saying that ‘She Knows’ and that she wants to leave as soon as possible. I will need to find out exactly what all it is that she ‘knows’. Everything was such a mess before they returned and Win appeared to be moments from a complete breakdown. Lily did not prepare or warn him of my return. I had to tell him everything. There was nothing else to be done, if he wishes to continue working here. He handled the matter very well, even asking after my needs. And good thing, I had almost forgotten to discuss a raise in pay. He will surely have more responsibilities, and the extra troubles have already begun. I'll need to restock the pantry and kitchen with all the mortals here. The Manor hasn't been this full of strangers in nearly a century. I have gotten too used to my isolation. The walls are buzzing with tension here. I cannot see myself sleeping  any time soon. Tonight was meant to be a celebration. Returning home with my companions. I wonder if Aurelio is restless tonight as well.

#writing #journaling #roleplay #vampire #the other dracula daily #the sanguine society #vlad dracula #vlad's journal

[whatwedoinsilence]

In the middle of the night in September, my mother and I, and about 3/4 of our apartment complex, were awakened around 2am by the sounds of a new neighbour yelling incessantly and what seemed like someone being beaten. There was no other voice, but the sounds of things breaking and the loud, angry yelling were immediately startling enough for several neighbours to call the police.

I panicked. In hearing the screaming and the sounds of what seemed like someone getting beaten over and over again, I had flashbacks to my childhood. I hyperventilated, begged my mother to get off the window, as the man could be armed, before hiding in my room and crying.

The screaming went on for 3 hours. Nobody slept that night. I remember hearing my mother crying and praying by the window, muttering "she must already be dead. why is he still going? why hasn't he stopped?", while begging God to protect whatever poor woman was at the mercy of this man. I never saw her so distressed. My mother, who mocked rape survivors and was quick to discredit any woman who came forward reporting rape or domestic abuse, was now showing concern for an unknown woman.

We soon found out we got it all wrong. The man lived alone, and he was in fact yelling at and threatening a next door neighbour whose dog kept incessantly barking and wouldn't let him sleep. He was drunk. My mother's mood soon changed and she found the situation hilarious. Her tears dried and she went back into her room to try and get some sleep. The next morning, she retold the story to neighbours and family members, laughing at how distraught I had gotten.

This whole time, all I can think of: why did she never cry for me? Why did she never feel bad for me? Why did that unknown woman, whose voice we never heard and who never truly existed, awakened a stronger feeling of empathy and concern in her than her 3 year old daughter, her 5 year old daughter, her 11 year old daughter? Who throughout years and years cried and begged and pleaded for her mother to stop beating her, only to be faced with nothing but calm and "I told you so", "this is for your own good", "you need to learn manners"? While I covered my face wrecked with tears and snot, while I cried and begged at the top of my lungs, promising to change, promising to be better, where was the empathy for me? Where were the tears for me? Where was the concern for that little girl? Why didn't I deserve it?

What did I do so wrong that was worth the punishment, why was my pain never important enough to be concerned for?

#toxic #toxic family #toxic mother #child abuse #trauma #verbal abuse #narc mom #surviving narcissism #childhood trauma #child abuse survivor #childhood abuse

[arobinwithoutbatman]

🤷‍♀️ ] how does your muse approach strangers? how does this compare to how they interact with close friends or lovers?

Both Robin and Tim approach strangers with similar politeness though Robin has the advantage of being able to hide his face so he doesn't have to monitor his expression quite as much. Either way, he keeps himself very contained. Tim purposefully ensures to be as plain and polite as possible, mostly because of all the practice he did so he could actually start going to Galas with his parents and spend some time with them. Tim has also gotten very good at saying things that mean absolutely nothing. Empty shallow conversation that gives nothing away but still somehow answers whatever question he's been asked. Robin can be more emotive, more direct with his words and he is. It's often a good way to earn trust from frightened victims at least long enough to get them out of harm's way.

Now, put him around his friends? Someone he's dating? His family? He's a whole different person. Still subconsciously clamps down on his reactions and expressing himself a little but he's getting better at just letting himself be. He cracks stupid jokes, he leans against whoever's nearby, some days his face is super expressive and other days he can't be bothered. He whines when his friends try to steal the blankets and he's asleep, he's getting confident enough to knock on someone's door when he's having a rough night and can't sleep.

It's slightly different when he's dating because Tim is well aware of the fact that he's well known for being the Drake Heir and 'being fostered' by Bruce. It's not technically fostering, Bruce and Jack just came to an agreement that Bruce could step in as an emergency adult figure and they got it in writing because they're smart business people. So Tim tends to favour smaller quieter ways to show affection because whoever he's dating deserves some damn privacy and Tim hasn't had any since he stepped into the limelight for the first at the grand old age of seven.

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[bi-bard]

Picture Perfect - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Child!Reader

Requested: by @isatkj

Word Count: 1,356 words

Warning(s): mentions of death, potential violence.

Summary: (Around Season 8 or 9-ish) The perfect town... that wasn't supposed to exist. Now, Sam and Dean have to figure out what caused this city to suddenly pop up on the map.

Author's Note: I took so much inspiration from season 14, episode 15 because of the general vibe of the whole episode.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Third P.O.V--

Dean pulled the impala up to an open gas pump. While his brother got the gas, Sam opened the passenger door so he could go over the facts.

"So, there have been strange occurrences around a small town about three hours outside of Seattle, Washington," Sam relayed. "Insiders rarely come out and the outsiders that go in don't usually get back out."

"No one's making a huge deal about this," Dean asked.

"Well, it's supposed to be an old ghost town," Sam explained. "But it's not. Functioning stores and living families."

"So, something has got this town up and running but the people in it are... what performing sacrifices," Dean asked.

"I don't know," Sam shrugged.

"How far out are we," Dean asked.

"A few more hours," Sam replied.

"Hold on boys," the brothers looked over to see Death standing in front of the car. "I have some information you need about this little town."

"And that is...," Sam asked after Death had trailed off.

"You shouldn't go in," the being replied. "The person running that town is incredibly dangerous. You'll be dead in moments. The residents won't let you get close enough to harm the child."

"The child," Dean noted.

"The child is raising the dead," Death continued. "This upsets the natural balance of things. The source must be removed."

"'The source' is a child," Sam argued. "You can't just kill a child."

"I can, and I will," Death just seemed to shrug.

"Do you know why this kid wants to bring people back," Dean asked. "Before you become an asshole and murder someone who hasn't even gotten to middle school?"

"Almost a year ago, the child lost both of their parents," Death explained. "That's when their powers first spiraled. It started with only their parents. It then spread, like a virus. Soon, a whole town was standing in a spot where there should be rubble."

"You're going to kill a kid that lost their family," Sam asked.

The brothers stared at Death in shock. Death seemed annoyingly unaffected. To him, this was the only way to put things back in order. To the boys, this was a clearly scared kid that went through the same pain that they did.

"You can't do this," Dean shook his head. "We won't let you."

"You don't have a choice-"

"Give us a chance," Sam snapped. "It's a kid. A scared kid. Give us a chance to talk to them. Just a chance."

"No."

"Come on!"

"I'll give you one chance," Death replied. "If you fail, I will finish the job."

As the word "job" was spoken, Death vanished from the boys' sight.

Sam and Dean jumped back into the impala and took off. What was supposed to be another three-hour drive was done in a little over two. Neither brother knew how they didn't get pulled over but they didn't care.

Dean pulled the car over to the curb.

"Woah," Dean mumbled as they got out.

It was the picture-perfect town. There was a small dinner, a library that was actually being used, cookie-cutter houses. Sam and Dean looked at each other.

Locals were looking at them as the brothers walked by.

"So, where do we find this kid," Dean asked.

"Well, look at the signs," Sam pointed at the businesses. Most of them had (Y/l/n) on their signs. "It's the most common name. If we can find that house, we can find the kid."

Everyone's house had little signs. It was very clear this town was designed by a child.

"Well, hello," a man walked up to the brothers.

"Hi," Dean said awkwardly.

"Can I ask why you boys have decided to visit our little town," the man asked.

The boys looked at each other for a moment.

"We were admiring the lovely houses," Sam lied. "We have been considering moving for a while and this town seems lovely."

"Well, there aren't any vacancies," the man replied.

"Oh, that's a shame," Sam shrugged. "Is there someone else we can talk to? A mayor or something? I don't want to insult you but maybe you missed something."

The man's smile dropped, "You can't go near them."

"Why," Dean asked.

"You'll hurt them," the man glared.

It was like that was a signal. All of the people on the street stopped, turning to stare at the brothers. The brothers looked all around them.

"We're not going to hurt them," Sam tried to explain. "We're trying to help."

"No," the man snapped. "You're trying to take us away."

When the man stepped forward, the brothers knew it was time to run. They sprinted down the street as almost a whole town chased them.

"Sam," Dean yelled, pointing at a house. "There, look at the sign!"

"(Y/l/n)'s house!" was written on the sign.

The brothers ran through the front door, locking it. No one banged on the door.

"They don't want to hurt (Y/n)," Sam said. "We should be safe here."

"Hello there," a man and woman walked out to see the brothers.

"The parents," Sam mumbled.

They looked up to the stairs when the floor creaked. There was a young kid standing up there.

"Hi, (Y/n)," Sam said softly, trying to keep from scaring the kid. "I'm Sam, this is my brother, Dean. We're here to help."

"Why," the kid asked. "I'm happy here. Everything was fixed."

"Do you know why," Sam asked. The child seemed confused at the idea that something caused this. "You brought them back, remember?"

"Don't," the dad said in anger. "You don't get to hurt (Y/n)."

"Sam," Dean mumbled.

One more shared look and the two took off. They ran up the stairs, the undead parents on their tails.

"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled, leading (Y/n) back into their room. Dean slammed the door, locking it and being ready to hold it shut.

"What are you doing," (Y/n) went to fight Sam, but obviously didn't get far.

"(Y/n)," Sam knelt down and grabbed (Y/n)'s shoulders. "You created this town. Your parents died and your powers went out of control. No one here is supposed to be alive."

"You're... You're lying," the child yelled, shaking her head. Dean leaned into the door when (Y/n)'s parents started banging on it.

"I know it's hard," Sam continued. "It's terrifying but you aren't going to be completely alone. Right now, you're putting yourself in danger. That's not good, is it?"

(Y/n) shook their head.

"I lost both my parents too," Sam said. "It's scary but you have to let these people go. They have to move on. I promise, they'll be much happier."

"I don't wanna be alone," the kid mumbled, tears falling down their face.

"You won't be," Sam promised. "Dean and I will make sure of that."

The banging stopped. Dean stood up straight again.

The cookie-cutter house faded. Instead of falling from the second floor like they should have, they were just on the ground by an old building, already crumbled and destroyed.

Sam pulled (Y/n) into a tight hug as the kid sobbed. Dean walked over to them. He and Sam shared a sad look. Sam slowly stood up, letting the kid hold his hand as they walked to the impala.

Death was waiting for them.

The brothers froze, Sam pushing (Y/n) behind him.

"Good job boys," Death complimented. "However, there's still a problem. The child doesn't have control over their powers."

"We can teach them," Dean argued. "We have enough experience with powers that we can help."

Death took a step forward.

Both the boys moved to be more in his way.

"Fine," Death stared at (Y/n), who was still hiding behind Sam. "I'll have my eye on you."

With that, Death disappeared again. (Y/n) stepped out from behind Sam.

"He's not very nice," the kid mumbled. The brothers couldn't help but chuckle. Understatement of the century.

"Come on, kid," Dean nodded toward the car. "Let's make sure we have a comfortable place for you to sleep for the night."

The boys didn't expect to leave the town with a kid but it definitely wasn't the weirdest hunt they had been on.

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[levbug]

𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 — 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫.

#pairing ー suna rintaro x gn! reader

#warnings ー nothing i think? best friends older brother! suna, which is a warning in of itself also, he knows.

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happy holidays everyone !!!

wandering the empty hallway of your best friend's insanely large house in the middle of the night was not a good idea. it didn't matter that you used to spend your free time as a child running down these halls, finding every nook and cranny, and squeezing yourself in it just to win another round of hide and seek; the house felt completely different at night. doors creaked as if they hadn't been oiled in centuries, floorboards squeaked beneath your feet, and strange shadows kept creeping up in the corner of your eye.

shuddering, you pull your cardigan tighter around you. despite being dressed in your warmest pajamas and thickest wool socks, the cold winter air still breezed past your garments and settled as an unshakeable chill deep in your bones. you'd think a house as fancy as this would at least have proper heating.

you squint as you navigate your way to the kitchen, your path is illuminated only by the twinkling christmas lights and dull streetlamps outside. one thing you had never gotten used to, even as a kid, was that the lights in the house were to be turned off by 9 o'clock, the only exception being if you were using the room. it was always a little silly in your opinion, but you respected the rule nonetheless. still, that didn't mean you hated it any less.

relief floods your being when you round the corner and see that the kitchen lights are on. good, someone else is awake too. you hurriedly scuttle towards the room, gasping when your sock-clad feet glide against the polished hardwood floors and you slide.

before you can fall, a hand shoots out and catches your wrist. "woah!" a familiar voice exclaims. "you okay there?"

embarrassment crawls through your being. "yes, thank you." you reply timidly, avoiding eye contact with the other person. slowly, you steady yourself with their assistance, shooting them a small, grimace-like smile when they ask you if you're sure you're okay. "i am, really. thank you."

"alright, just checking," he says, letting your wrist go. it isn't until he turns around that you allow yourself to look at him.

suna looks awfully different from the last time you saw him. maybe it was the fact that he recently just came back from college to visit home for the holidays, and he now he exudes an air of maturity that was foreign, yet befitting of him. or maybe it was because his hair is longer now, messy and disheveled and sticking up in different directions like arrowheads that can't decide where they wanna point. or maybe, you realize as suna now turns to face you, he just grew up.

long gone is the suna with cheeks filled with baby fat, the suna with a gummy smile and wobbly teeth. the boy who used to chase you and his sister around with snails and worms in hand and laughed when you would squeal in disgust. the boy who would talk endlessly about dinosaurs and robots, and how he wanted to be an astronaut so that he could take an alien from mars and keep him as a best friend. the boy who cried a river when he skinned his knee during a game of tag, and whose cries would only quieten if his mother bought him a character popsicle from the passing ice cream truck.

long gone is the boy.

instead, a man stood in front of you. a man who looked so familiar yet foreign at the same time. he was taller than you now, tall enough that you'd have to tilt your head up if you wanted to look him in the eye. his smile was more reserved, devoid of that childish glee it used to hold. he seemed to have gained confidence too: he no longer stood slouched, unsure of how to adjust to his sudden growth in height. suna was handsome now, and maybe he always had been, but you had never noticed because he was your best friend's brother.

maybe this change in him was the reason your heart was beating rapidly against your chest.when suna notices you staring, he smirks, the corners of his lips tugging upwards as dimples dig into the soft flesh of his cheeks. fortunately, he says nothing about it. "so," he says instead. "why are you up so late?"

"c-could ask you the same thing." your throat feels unnaturally dry, so you grab a clean glass from the counter and fill it with water. suna chuckles at your reply.

"never lost your wit, have you?" he asks, shooting you an amused smile from over his shoulder. it's then that you notice the twinkle in his eye. it's the same twinkle you used to see every time suna would receive a gift, like candy or toys. it comforts you to see that it hasn't diminished, that not everything about him has changed.

"suppose not," you respond dryly. inwardly cringing, you distract yourself by pouring yourself a cup of ice-cold water, the exact opposite of what you wanted. (you'd go heat some water, but the kettle is beside suna, and you're afraid to get too close to him.) swallowing thickly, you manage to ask, "uh, what about you? why are you awake?"

"me?" he hums, almost as if he wasn't expecting you to ask him. "ah well," he breathes out. "can't sleep. also, i remembered we still had cereal, and well, you know i could never resist." he adds, chuckling softly as he runs a hand through his hair.

you stifle a snort at his response by bringing the glass up to your lips. he seems tired, you realize. his movements are more sluggish and there's a slight drawl to his words. it's attractive on him. silence fills the air as you take a long gulp of water. you wince when the cold surface of the glass comes in contact with your lips, goosebumps rising on your arm when you swallow the cold liquid. from the corner of your eye, you can see suna staring at you with a thoughtful expression.

"you know," he says when you place your cup on the counter. "you haven't answered my question. why are you still awake?"

"uhm," you swallow thickly. "same reason as you, i guess. i couldn't sleep either."

"how come?" suna asks, stepping closer to you. the kitchen feels like it's getting smaller with each step he takes.

suna has never been shy, at least towards you. that fact is made apparent with how he keeps eye contact with you. it's the kind of eye contact that's uncomfortable, but you can't look away either.

"i-i've just had a lot on my mind," comes your breathless reply. he's closer to you now, close enough that if you wanted to, you could lean up and kiss his insanely soft-looking lips. but you don't.

the older boy hums, lips quirking up into a small smirk. "like what?"

warmth spreads across your cheeks. "things. l-like school, and stuff." you mentally curse yourself for your lame reply.

"really?" he leans down slightly, his face hovering just above yours. the warmth that radiates from him is comforting and intoxicating, and you want nothing more than to slam your lips against his.

"are you sure you haven't been thinking about someone?" his smirk widens into a knowing grin. it seems that your misfortune was the cause of his amusement.

before you can reply, suna pulls on the drawer just next to your thigh and pulls out a piece of silverware.

"heh," suna chuckles when he sees your mortified expression. "just needed a spoon." he smiles innocently as if he didn't just try to make your heart combust.

you watch, stunned to silence, as suna navigates his way through the kitchen and picks up his bowl of cereal.

"i'll see you around, (name). goodnight!" the boy waves his spoon at you. he doesn't even wait for you to register his words before he skips away gleefully.

when you come back to your senses, you slap your hand against your forehead. crap, you think to yourself, feeling the erratic beating of your heart against your rib cage.

suna rintaro left you feeling warmer than you've felt since summer that evening.

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[youngbugandtonystank]

Is there any irondad scene that breaks your heart the most? Mine is when Peter gets a mini panic attack when they mention iron man in the press conference for his charity event

Yeah, an underrated one but when Tony had to watch Peter beg him for the suit. There’s something so tragic and heartbreaking about the fact that both of them can’t seem to believe they’re good enough. 

He keeps looking down and avoiding looking at Peter, he knows what he’s going to find if he looks at him. 

It’s not only the fact that he can see Peter has gotten attached to it but he can see that the kid has been holding onto that suit to prove his own self-worth and you can see Tony hates himself for it. He lived through that too. Remember when the only place he felt safe in was inside his suits? Remember that draft of the first Iron Man movie where Tony says he built Howard something as an apology for living? When he told Pepper that he was surprised he hasn't cracked up yet and when she goes to bed, he never does. He called the suits a part of him. This is the same man that called his own suits in his sleep because even in his own house he didn’t feel safe. 

He knows Peter is hiding behind that too. Peter still has those self-esteem issues in FFH, where he doesn’t think he’s good enough to be Spider-Man, Tony’s successor or Avenger’s worthy. Peter told Beck he thought Tony only gave him the glasses because he trusted him to choose someone who is actually worthy. 

And then the way Happy had to explain to him that not even Tony can live up to himself. He second-guessed everything he did but he never second-guessed Peter. 

Peter said something similar about Tony to Mysterio: “Right, so, the world needs the next Iron Man... and it's not gonna be me! I mean, I'm a sixteen-year-old kid from Queens. It needs to be an adult with some experience and that's good like Tony Stark. I’m doing the right thing, look, you're a soldier, a leader, you stopped the Elementals, you saved my life, you saved the world! Okay? He'd want you to have them.” 

And he also said something similar in Homecoming: “What if she’s expecting someone like Tony Stark? I mean, imagine how disappointed she’d be when she sees me.” has the same energy as “I wanted you to be better than me.” It’s ironic how they obviously don’t believe in themselves but they believe in each other 100%.

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[mightyavngrs]

don't do that again | poe dameron x reader

summary: a broken promise and a mission gone wrong

warnings: mentions of a panic attack (stay safe <3)

a/n: hope you guys had happy holidays! here's a belated christmas gift :)

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You laid silently in your bed, heavy eyes trained on the alarm clock that stood in your nightstand. 1:45, 2:36, 3:18... the time passed and you couldn't help the voice inside your head telling you that every hour gone by the probability of Poe coming back safe and sound lowered.

He was supposed to come back a week ago. Maker, you knew it. You knew this mission wasn't going to go well.

Your legs carried you through the resistance base as you furiously made your way to Poe's quarters. It was late and most people had already retired to their rooms but the few members in the hallways threw confused looks your way. As you got to Poe's room, closed fist ready to bang on his door, the thing opened before you revealing a very excited Poe Dameron whose smile disappeared the second his eyes met yours. You caught his wrist, pushing him back inside the room with you before closing the door.

"Y/n, what happened-"

"Tell me you didn't take that mission." you demanded, your raised voice unrecognizable to your own ears.

"Wait, what? This is the most important mission of my career i thought you'd be happy i-"

"Poe this is the most dangerous mission anyone in the resistance has been assigned in years."

"You think i can't do it? Is that what this is about?" he questioned in shock, failing to keep the disappointed look that formed in his face.

"No! Maker, Poe, you're one of the most skilled people this rebellion has seen but this mission could just be an ambush for all we know! I mean collecting intell in heavy-guarded enemy territory from someone the resistance hasn't even heard about? Do you realize how dangerous that is?"

"Yes, y/n, i do. You know i think you're forgetting i've been a part of this rebellion for far longer than you have." he snapped, voice dangerously low and your eyes couldn't help but widen at the hostility in his words.

"Why are you being so aggressive? I'm just worried about you." you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears already forming in your eyes. Your anger for his stubbornness now fully replaced by concern. "I know this is important to you and you know i wouldn't be saying this if i didn't actually mean it but i have a bad feeling about this mission, Poe. Please stay. Just this once." you practically begged, hand moving to cup his cheek before he harshly brushed it away.

"I think you need to go, y/n."

And with those words you were out the door and on your way back to your room. Although hurt, you weren't too worried about Poe's outburst. You guys had promised each other long ago never to leave for a mission without saying goodbye, even if you were mad at each other. He wouldn't break that promise. "Just needs to cool off." you thought to yourself before allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

When you woke up the next day it took you a second to process what had happened the night before, but once you did panic filled your senses. You quickly got out of bed, clumsily getting ready before starting to make your way to the hangar, your eyes frantically searching for any sign of Poe or the falcon.

"Hey, y/n! What's wrong?" Rey's voice broke you from your thoughts as the jedi made her way towards you.

"Where's Poe?" the question left your mouth without hesitation and the look that formed on your friend's face told you all you needed to know.

"He left for his mission an hour ago."

"No. He wouldn't just leave without saying goodbye. We promised we wouldn't do that." you muttered feeling Rey's hand on your arm as she gave it a comforting squeeze.

"I'm sorry, y/n."

After hours of staring at the alarm clock you sighed. "No way i'm gonna get any more sleep tonight." you thought to yourself, swinging your legs over the side of your bed after deciding a walk through the hangar would be a much better waste of your time. The hallways were deserted and if all the equipment didn't look so modern you would've thought you were walking through an abandoned resistance base.

Finally arriving to the hangar you started your walk through the area before your eyes landed on a beaten up millennium falcon. You violently shook your head, figuring the sight was just another trick pulled by your tired mind to torture you a bit more, but when the image of the spaceship didn't disappear you felt your blood run cold.

And then you were running through the hangar and towards the beloved ship, quickly punching in the code to open its door and before you could call out for your best friend's name you were met by an obnoxiously loud BB-8. Between the mess that were the noises produced by the small droid you were only able to pick out three words. Ambush. Poe. Shot.

You only had time to scream for BB-8 to go and get help before you were sprinting through the ship. Once you finally arrived to the cockpit your eyes landed on your best friend lying on the ground. You fell to your knees by the pilot's side, releasing a shaky breath once you confirmed he was, in fact, still breathing. Tears were starting to cloud your vision by now, and you felt your chest getting heavier by the second. You tried your hardest not to let the panic settle in. This was most definitely not the time for a panic attack; Poe was injured. He needed you. He needed you applying pressure to whatever blaster wound those bastards had given him but your body was frozen, you couldn't move. You could only stare at your best friend's beaten up face as a pool of blood grew around his body. You don't know how many minutes had passed when you felt someone pull you away from Poe and against their chest startling you in the process.

"Y/n, it's ok. We got him, he's gonna be okay." hands you could now recognize as Finn's were rubbing your arms in an attempt to ground you and bring you back from your state of panic. This wasn't your first panic attack but you usually had Poe there to help. Stars, Poe. He always knew what to do; how to help you, and now you couldn't even help him. You closed your eyes, trying to avoid the sight of his bloodied body being carried away by the medics and finally, after a couple of minutes, you gained enough strength to get on your feet (with Finn's help), and start your walk to the medbay.

7 hours. The longest, most painful 7 hours of your life and you were finally let inside the room. A sweet doctor had come to get you letting you know that, although stable, Poe was still unconscious but she hoped hearing your voice could help him. After a quick nod of reassurance from Finn and a hand squeeze from Rey, who'd met you at the medbay only a few minutes after you'd gotten there yourself, you stepped inside the room.

Poe laid on his hospital bed, face still dirty from the mission he'd barely made it out alive from and a thick bandage on his torso. You closed the door behind you, moving to take a sit next to the pilot. With a sigh you brought your hand up to his hair, brushing the brown curls away from his bloodied face.

"If only you had listened to me just this one time." you mumbled with a sad smile, your hand now moving to hold his. "I'm sorry i couldn't help you. I tried to move but seeing you like that i just- i thought i was going to lose you and i couldn't focus and i-" and then you were choking on your words and there were tears running down your cheeks again and you couldn't believe you were this pathetic because if you couldn't even help your dying best friend then what the hell were you good for. Then you felt a squeeze in your hand.

"Please don't cry." Poe's tired voice filled the room and you couldn't help but do the exact opposite, lifting your teary eyes to meet his own.

"Poe." you were barely able to mutter out before you were engulfing him in a hug. The pilot ignored the pain in his abdomen, focusing instead on how warm your embrace felt and on how happy he was to be back in your arms. His favourite place in the galaxy. "I thought i'd lost you." you confessed just above a whisper, and he hated that he could hear how mortified you were in your voice. He hated that the tears now staining his shirt were a result of his stubbornness and most of all he hated himself for breaking your spirit like this.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." he muttered into your hair, trying his best to hold you as tightly as the pain would allow it. "You were worried and i snapped at you and then i left without saying goodbye and you were right about the whole thing. It was an ambush. Maker, y/n, i'm so sorry." he kept apologizing while rubbing your back, trying to bring you as much comfort as he possibly could. But you shook your head no before attempting to reassure him.

"You had no way of knowing. It wasn't your fault Poe just- don't do that again ok? Please don't ever leave without saying goodbye again..."

"I won't. I promise."

Poe had always found amusement in complaining about the resistance beds but now, as his bare back laid in fresh sheets for the first time in weeks, he couldn't help but sigh in content.

"Alright! You're all bandaged up." you exclaimed happily, putting away the gauze you'd been given before laying down next to the pilot. It'd been a few days since the incident and the doctors had released Poe from the medbay as long as he promised he'd change his bandage daily, job you'd gladly taken. "How're you feeling?"

"I'm happy i'm alive." he replied with a smile, staring at the ceiling above, but something about his tone of voice and the slight frown still visible in his features threw you off.

"You know you can tell me anything right?" you asked softly, bringing your hand up to caress his face when he flinched at your touch. "Look at me, Poe. Please." And then his eyes were on yours. You were used to hearing the fear in the pilot's voice, no matter how much he tried to hide it through his comlink you could always sense it but this... you'd never actually seen fear in his eyes like this. He was still terrified. Terrified that he wouldn't come back home one day. That he wouldn't come back to you.

"Hey, you'll always come back home." you assured him, and you sounded so confident in your statement, so faithful that, just for a moment, he allowed himself to believe your words. "You'll always come back home because you're the best pilot in the resistance, Poe Dameron. You'll always come back home because this rebellion needs you. I need you, ok?"

Poe swallowed the lump that'd formed in his throat. "Say that again." he pleaded and Stars you could never say no to him.

"I need you, Poe. I can't do this without you." Your fingers were tracing his skin in an attempt to get him out of his head. To get him to calm down so he would finally get some proper rest. But then he was scooting closer to you, resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you." the words left your mouth before you could stop them. You pulled away from the pilot, eyes widened in fear of the rejection you knew was to come but Poe's hands found your face and pulled it towards him closing the space between you. Your eyes fluttered shut and you ignored the tear you felt running down your face as they did so. It felt right. His lips on yours that is. And when you finally had to break the kiss for air he pulled you gently into his arms. "I love you. And i really can't do this without you either."

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a/n: i'm so excited to finally post this! i've had this idea for a year now but my first attempt at writing it went so bad i gave up haha i think i've gotten a lot better ever since so hopefully you guys enjoyed! don't forget to leave feedback if you'd like and treat people with kindness <3

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[casserole4you]

A Mermaids Tale

Tom Holland AU

Words: 1.6K

⚠️Warnings⚠️ None

A/N: Sorry if this story is kinda bad so far, I'm not really use to writing in 1st person pov I've always done 3rd person pov but I hope you enjoy it either way!

(Part 1) (Part 2)

《Masterlist》

"Serenity!! Where are you now? You know I'm going to find you eventually."

I sighed apparently hiding continuously from Tom never ends up working in my favor because he always manages to find me no matter where I hide. No matter how dark of a cave  I find or the time I literally buried myself in the sand he still manages to find me. 

Don't get me wrong or anything, Tom's a nice guy and all but already having to be stuck down here for a month and half with someone I hardly knew kinda sucks but then again I was also betrayed by Sam who claimed he loved me and I was also beginning to get homesick.

"Ah I found you!" Tom exclaimed, popping his face into my line of vision. I really thought I had him this time hiding in the smallest space I could find in this cave.

"You know if you're trying to hide, you should really make sure to hide your tail next time too." I slightly rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the small smile that was forming on my face, and looked at my tail that I have yet become accustomed to.

Since I've been down here I've gotten to know Tom a little bit and his very kind and care free attitude. How he's like a ball of sunshine hidden in the depths of the water, or how he's always so optimistic with everything. He's really tried his best to get me accustomed to my tail by teaching me how to swim with it but I apparently look like a squirt trying to swim for the first time which apparently what they call babies down here.

I could see myself becoming very good friends with him, he hasn't really pushed the issuse of what happened to me or how I got here and I know its bothering him. Because every time he asks about it or when it seems like he's about to bring it up I completely change the topic or I will avoid his question. He's a nice guy and all but right now after everything thats happened I think it's best to keep him at arms length until I know for sure I won't be hurt or betrayed again.

He pokes at my tail  "It honestly doesn't make any sense on why your tail is gold, because there are normally only three colors for our tails! So why is yours so different," He exasperated.

I remember when Tom explained to me that there are only the three tail colors, and they each have different meanings and or different jobs.

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"I still don't understand why your tail is gold, it's really starting to baffle me."

"Well you're the only fish person I've seen since I've been here so is it really not that common?" I asked.

Tom huffed and rolled his eyes at me "First off its MERFOLK not fish person. And it is actually really rare down here that its literally the only one I've ever seen, down here there are only 3 colors of tails which generally  puts you into one of the 3 categories. 1st being a green tail which is the most common tail. When you have a green tail it means that these people are your every day normal people such as people who own the stores teachers or just stay at home parents. A person with a Blue tail like mine means that they are a healer and a baby blue means that they are a scientist these tails really aren't that common and only several people have this color. Now the most rare color is an orange tail it means that they are warriors such as guards or soldiers," He explained while making all these weird hand gestures. " We are all normally born with a purple tail signifying that we are still children, but once we turn 16 our tails will change into one of the three colors.

"Wait you said three colors but listed four you said two different blues so wouldn't there technically be four color categories instead of three?" I asked.

"No, not really we tend to just lump both blues together since they are just slight different shades."

"So you than you are a healer?" I said poking his tail.

"Yes! I normally work with children since they are normally the more fun patients," he smiles and stares off into the distant.

"Huh, well I didn't know that." 

"Well Serenity that's because you refuse to leave this cave that you decided to make as a make shift home for the past 2 weeks, which by the way you really should come into town one of these days. Carrying all this food out this far is getting a little tiring," he glanced to the side and smirked at me.

I playful shoved him away from me, which in turn made him laugh like crazy. "Come on I'm serious! You should come into town with me. I have a free room with a bed in it by the way, and I'm sure my roommate won't mind you taking the spare room for awhile."

I tilted my head side ways "You guys have beds down here?"

 He looked at me bewildered "Yes, why do you guys sleep on the floor like a sea urchin?"

I raised one eyebrow and looked at him "A what?" 

He smacked his forehead really hard "A sea urchin," he said slowly "You know it's like a pokey ball looking thing they lay on the sea floor but are also found in the hold of rocks."

"I've never seen one before in my life, but no we don't sleep on the floor we have beds too. That's why I was surprised when you said you own a bed," I was trying to avoid eye contact with him and just chose to stare at my tail.

He sighed "You ready are something else Serenity. But seriously you should come back with me to my place."

I bit my lip an old habit I have when I'm feeling nervous "Are you sure I can come? Won't my tail attract a lot of attention with everyone since it's never been seen before?"

He ponder for a moment "Hmmm I never thought about that, maybe we can sneak you in at night,  everyone is in bed to begin with anyways-"

"Wait why is everyone in bed?" I interrupted him.

"Well we have a curfew," He stated.

"Oh? Why" 

He side glances me for a few minutes before he finally decides to respond "I honestly don't remember why."

You don't really respond to Tom you can He is hiding something from you but you can't blame him since you refuse to up up to him most of the time so instead you just give him a nod and sit in silence for a few more minutes. "Okay I'll go with you into town," you sighed 

Tom throws his fist in the air as some weird sign of victory "YES!"

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"Okay, remember you said you would be coming with me back to my place tonight so we will have to wait for sun down until we can swim into town."

"What about Sharks though? Won't they attack us and try to eat us?" I asked looking away from him.

Tom began to laugh hard, it was one of those hearty laughs the kind where he was doubled over holding his stomach with tears streaming down his face. "That's the funniest think I've ever heard you say."

I glared at him not really appreciating him not taking me seriously "I'm serious! I've heard stories about them before and they are very dangerous."

He continued to laugh for 5 more minutes without being able to look at me because every time he did he would just start laughing again so I just glared at him until he was finally calm enough to respond to me. "Sharks are literally the nicest creatures we have, most of them are to shy to even come close to us and land walkers, there are only maybe a few species who would attack us and even than they don't live anywhere near us." 

I sighed in relief "Okay, I guess I'll believe you then and by the way we are called humans."

He grinned at me "Don't worry everything will be fine I promise we can get in without people seeing you, and even if we need help I know a guard who could help us out plus I know for a fact that my roommate wouldn't care he more than likely would want to look at your tail because he's a Scientist so it will definitely peak his interest once he's sees it."

I nervously chewed on my lower lip not liking the sound of that at all 'what if he puts me in a cage to study me, or starts to poke and prod at me with things that might kill me, OR what if he decides not to let me stay and forces me to leave what would I do than. I mean I guess I could come back to this cave, but what if he throws me out during the day?! Then I'll definitely be screwed!'

"Stop it Serenity, you're thinking too much about it," he chuckles lightly "I promise it will be okay." 

I stare straight into his eyes to see if he's being dishonest, can I trust him? I've only known him for a little over a month but can I really trust him. I knew Sam for almost 6 years and when it came down to it he decided to save himself instead of protecting like he said he would, with a seconds thought. But looking at Tom sitting next to me with a dopey smile on his face I just have this feeling deep down that he's being genuine, but I still have to keep my guard up around him just in case but maybe just taking a little bit of the wall down would be okay. 

"Okay, I trust you."

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[turinn]

Naive

Ray Blackwell x M!Reader

Summary: An invitation at a party reveals that Luka had no idea you’re gay, and brings up a concern you hadn’t had before. Tags: Crack, fluff, secret relationship, mention of homophobia, alcohol consumption A/N: This is based on a dream I had where Luka and I had this exact conversation and when I woke up and remembered it I nearly threw up laughing. I did actual research for the girls outfit and hair bc im a fashion history nerd. the pocket watch i just thought was cute. Fenrir calls the reader fruity but its okay bc hes gay too god bless Word Count: 1.5k

The party was the usual affair expected of the Godspeed's, an air of elegance- present but not too overbearing- hanging over the large hall. Music drifted gently to your ears as you took everything in, a small smile settling on your face.

You couldn't help but feel a little underdressed. The officers had, of course, kept their uniforms on, but everyone else present was dressed to the nines. You'd thought the suit you wore was lovely when you and Seth had seen it last week, dark blue with a white trim, paired with a pale cyan tie and pocket square. The gold watch that settled comfortably in your pocket had been a gift from Blanc, supposedly made by Oliver to look similar to his own, to commemorate your decision to stay in Cradle. Compared to everyone else, it felt rather simple now, but you pushed the thought aside. Nobody was judging what you were wearing, they were here to enjoy themselves same as you.

"Would you like a drink?" Ray asked, voice soft enough not to startle you too much. This wasn't too effective, as you'd gotten lost in your thoughts, and sort of forgotten there were people around you, but it was kind of him to try. "Oh, yes, please." You smiled at him and a moment later he'd walked off, talking to Sirius about something, leaving you alone with Luka. Fenrir had disappeared to greet his family when you'd first arrived, and Seth was who knows where, but you didn't mind it being just the two of you. Luka rarely came to these, in fact this was the first he'd been to since you'd arrived in Cradle, despite it being your fifth, and you decided someone should stick with him so he didn't feel quite as nervous.

As you turned to say something to him, you noticed a lady making her way over to the both of you, looking rather flustered. Her fists were clenched at her sides, and she seemed to be muttering something to herself, but it was clear she had intent to speak to one of you. Perhaps she wanted to talk to Luka? He was cute, it wouldn't surprise you. What did surprise you, however, was when she walked up to you instead.

"Um, excuse me if this is far too forward, but... would you be interested in dancing with me?" She sounded so nervous, and you almost wanted to say yes. Any other man would have been lucky to get such an invitation- she looked stunning. She wore her hair in curls, gathered at the back of her neck, with a hairpiece of pale blue flowers was pinned at the front, a necklace donning the same type of flower hanging just above the neckline of her gown. The gown in question matched the colour of the flowers well, though the width of the crinoline supported skirt would have made you concerned about the logistics of dancing with her- if you'd had any intention of saying yes. Her cheeks were tinted pink as she chewed her bottom lip and waited for your answer, avoiding your gaze. A hand on your chest and a sincerely apologetic look on your face, you began to respond. "Oh dear. I'm terribly sorry, but you seem to have gotten the wrong end of the stick. You're a very attractive young lady but I'm afraid... how should I put this," You glanced at Luka for help, but he seemed to have no idea what you were trying to tell her, "I'm afraid I don't tend to set my eye on the ladies, so to speak." "You're... gay?" A sympathetic nod. "That's the ticket. Sorry, love." "Oh, it's not a problem! I'm really sorry to have bothered you!" She suddenly looked much less nervous, though a little embarrassed, and scurried off. You sighed. "I feel a little bad. I really hope she finds someone to dance with." Luka looked at you quizzically. "Why did you lie to her?" A confused laugh escaped you. "I'm sorry?" "You told her you were into guys. Why lie?" As he said this, Seth and Fenrir came up behind him, and hearing his question their eyebrows shot up. So did yours. Was he kidding? "Luka, sweetie, you have got to tell me what part of my personality made you think I was heterosexual, so I can set about changing it immediately." Seth choked on his drink, and though you flashed him a grin, you weren't entirely kidding. Going from Victorian London to a world where being gay was perfectly acceptable had been quite the change, but you'd been certain all of your friends had known. It's not like you were quiet about it, and sure, Luka was naive but... come on, now. "Wait are you... you were being honest?" "Yes?" "Luka," Fenrir began, stepping next to you and resting an elbow on your shoulder, "How have you seriously not noticed that he's gay yet?" "Well- there was no reason for me to assume!" "You watched me drunk make out with at least 2 different Black Army soldiers in my first month here!" Luka looked flustered, and utterly dumbfounded. The expression was one he wore often, usually when people insinuated that someone was in love- but somehow about five times more confused. He was unfortunate enough that Ray and Sirius returned at this moment, just in time to hear both your last remark, and his next one.

"I thought that was just something you did when you were drunk?" In another moment you were on your knees, legs shaking so much from laughter that you couldn't hold yourself up any longer. Fenrir was right there beside you, practically convulsing. Everyone else was laughing too- except poor Luka. You felt a little bad, truly you did, but this had to be the funniest thing you had ever heard. "He's completely straight, but watch out! Get a couple drinks in him and he turns fruity!" Fenrir managed to get out between cackles, and Ray was glad to have put your drinks down when Luka had last spoken, because he too nearly fell to the ground at this.

"Luka- Luka I'm sorry." You pulled yourself to your feet, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "We aren't laughing at you." Another fit of giggles overcame you. "Okay we kind of are, but it's not malicious or anything. That was just... hands down the funniest thing you've ever said." It took most of you 5 or so minutes to fully calm down from what he'd said, and anything that jogged your memories of it would bring you back to a state of uncontrollable laughter for the rest of the night. Luka came round to it being pretty funny after you talked him through the dozens of times you'd mentioned your sexuality to him since you'd met- every one of which had gone over his head.

Hours after the party had worn down and you'd all made your way home, you lay in bed, your head pressed against a familiar chest, and sighed. "What's up?" "I just... D'you think anyone else just hasn't realised?" Ray cocked his head, confused. "I'm gonna need a little more info than that, kitten." "I suppose I just... Back in London, it's not even legal to be gay, and I don't know if it ever will be. When I first came out to Fen, he told me that it was fine here, accepted and even celebrated. So, I guess I just thought that people wouldn't make the automatic assumption that I'm straight, y'know? I mean I talk about it a lot among you guys but- when I’m out and about... where do people think my final destination is? When I pick up a silly cat themed gift for you does the shopkeep think I’m buying it for my wife? It shouldn't be a big deal, I guess, but I'd never been able to be myself until I came here, and now it's like I can be me but... people will still only see who I am if I tell them. It's just weird is all. I dunno. Maybe I'm drunk." "You're not drunk. It's an understandable concern. I guess I've never thought about it, because whether or not people would accept that part of me has never been an issue, but the fact that you've had to hide it for so long and now that you're able to be open people still aren't seeing it must be hard. If you want we could... come out, so to speak?" Your eyebrows raised, and you moved back, propping yourself up on your arm so you could look your partner in the eyes.

It had been decided at the very start of your relationship, which had officially begun a few months after you'd made the choice to stay in Cradle, that the two of you would keep it under wraps for a while. Being from the Land of Reason was more than enough reason for people to take an unwanted interest in you, and you didn't need the extra attention being the King of Spades' partner would garner. Plus, anyone with a grudge against Ray would see you as a target the second you announced it. It had been a sensible suggestion on his part, one you hadn't hesitated to agree to, and as far as you knew only Sirius and Fenrir knew about your relationship. Fenrir because he had walked in on you sitting in Ray's lap while he worked late one night, and Sirius because- well, can anything get past that guy? And now, Ray was offering to tell the entirety of Cradle you were his, just so that you didn't feel like you were hiding your identity anymore? You could feel your eyes starting to burn, and you cursed the late hour and the alcohol in your system for making you cry so easily, but... "I don't think we need to be that drastic. You were right when you said it would keep me safe for us to not be in the public eye, at least for now. I'm sure Seth can come up with some better way for me to tell the whole world I'm gay." "I don't doubt that at all." Ray grinned, placing a gentle kiss on first your forehead, then your nose, and finally on your lips. "Tomorrow, though. You need your beauty sleep." "Ah, yeah, can't risk getting ugly. My boyfriend might not want me anymore." You quipped. "Exactly." He smirked at you, turning out the light and pulling you into his arms.

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[doubleshotofsomething]

Come Into My Life

Part 4/5

Song Prompt: "Entra en mi Vida" by Sin Bandera

Warnings: angst?? anGST??

Summary: When it rains, it pours.

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"I feel something so deep, there's no explanation for it."

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Part Four: No hay razón ni lógica en mi corazón

"I am diseased." You announce after marching into Hope's home office. "I am. I am diseased and I need you to shrink, go into my body, and kill this viral bacteria."

Hope blinks at you, looks around you, then frowns. "Did you sneak away from Thor again?"

You visibly cringe. "Don't say that heathen's name. He's the cause of all this."

The Stark Industries tech for your security upgrade had arrived. Sam arrived along with it and, after months of doing everything with Thor, you finally managed to sneak out long enough for him not to follow you.

It was easy at first. Losing him had been like losing your hair ribbons. So effortless.

But then it started taking him less time to find you. A whole day turned into hours, then minutes. Then he was opening the car door open for you, by the time you reached out – waiting patiently with a "where to?" smile as he slipped in next to you.

You went from trying to win Bucky back with flowers and chocolates, because gals like that sort of thing, so he could swap with Thor. Then you went to living in synchronised harmony with the walking-talking-live-in dietician.

Not only does he make you take the stairs, he's also the reason you make your own smoothies now. And you didn't even know you had a blender!

Ghost waltz in, some weird equipment in her hand as she eyes you. "Shithead. Did you slip sleeping pills into his smoothie again?"

"That was an accident!" You feign a gasp. "And it was one time."

"Four times." Hope corrects.

"That is not the point!" You argue, rubbing your forehead as you lean against the door.

You sigh, shutting your eyes and pinching your nose. Because, for the first time ever, you don't have energy to argue with your best friends. You barely had the energy to sneak out of your place and that doesn't sit right with you.

Rumlow would be so ashamed.

You lock the door and walk further into the room. You kick off your flip flops –because you were that desperate to get away that you wore your home flip flops – and lay down on the floor.

"I am diseased." You proclaim.

Hope hums. "You mentioned."

Ghost frowns. "Doesn't your programming make that...sort of impossible?"

You and Hope turn to glare at her. "Does no one ever listen to a word I say?" You whine. "I wasn't programmed. My sweetheart was. It's different."

"Can you get up from the floor? You're freaking me up." Hope pokes you with her shoe.

You choose to ignore her. "I think it's native to Asgard, whatever it is I'm infected with. I think it only affects certain people, too. 'Cause the receptionist didn't catch it, and she's more attached to Thor than gum is to shoe."

A part of you expected him to appear. He seemed to do that, appear out of thin air whenever you said his name. Like the Bifrost appearing whenever he was ready to leave a place. Like a demon being summoned or a dark entity appearing in a horror movie after you announce your presence of say its name.

So, instinctively, you moved your head around to make sure he wasn't in the room.

And then, you hated yourself even more for making sure of that.

Hope decides to indulge you, because that's the only way she'll get you out of this childish state faster, and lies down next to you.

Ghost, ever the sentimental one, tosses the equipment carelessly aside and drops down on the other side of you.

"Finally," she murmurs, "a break."

The concern for your well being, from her, is so heartwarming...

"So–" you don't wait for either of them to get comfortable. "–Valkyrie was over for lunch the other day, right? She just came in, pop by, apparently she was in town–"

"Who's Valkyrie?" Shadow cuts in.

"Thor's heir–" you explain. "–anyway, it was fun. They talked about whatever it was. I wasn't listening. And I managed to get my work done–"

"And now you're diseased?"

"–I must be! I must have gotten it from her. I read somewhere that people exposed to unfamiliar particles can contract bacterial viruses from them and get really sick and almost die, unless a doctor figures out what it is that's killing them."

Hope deadpans. "You mean you watched it, on a series."

"I'm dying. I am dying from a disease, that I got from Asgard, and instead of helping me find a cure before it's too late–" you narrow your eyes at her. "–you choose to judge me. The love of my life is still mad at me, and you're judging me."

"Bucky is still mad about the ice cream and the arm thing?" Ghost chortles.

Sighing, you shake your head. "I wanted to arm wrestle Thor into giving me Saturdays off, so I can at least breathe something other than rain–"

"No–"

"It wasn't even my idea!"

"Y/N–"

"No, seriously! Clint came up with it–"

Ghost laughs. "Did you at least win?"

You pout. "I never got the arm. Bucky hides it now."

"Wait a minute–" Hope cuts in, more focused on your apparent disease than the trouble you let Clint get you into. "–what do you mean by 'breathe something other than rain'?"

The sound of Thunder crackles in the background, you hear the violent slap of it before it even echoes. The rain doesn't take long to follow it, a gentle drizzle turning into a full blown shower within seconds.

You know it isn't possible, you know it. But you swear you can feel his anxiousness through the charges in the air. It's his worry that's causing this. Not his anger.

And you damn near cry at the fact that you can differentiate the two.

When the third round of thunder booms, you know he's aware that you left your phone behind. And your wallet. And your coat. And, until he can figure out that Hope currently lives a walking distance from you, you're sure it's going to start hailing soon.

You can feel Hope's eyes drilling a hole into the side of your face as you stare at the ceiling.

Your chest feels heavy, your eyes sting, and there's something stuck in your throat that hasn't been stuck there since you were a child. The last time breathing felt this hard was when Pierce had gut-punched you on your first day of training. It hurt back then, it hurts right now.

"He smells like rain," you whisper the answer to Hope's question. The first hail stone smashes against the window and you shut your eyes, hating the feel of the tear that escapes. "I used to hate the smell of rain..."

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