#I'm not gonna examine that goodnight

[aw-bean-s]

its 4am. i was going to go to bed 2 hours ago. however. for some fucking reason. my c:drive filled up while i was drawing. which is weird. because i swear to fucking god i had at least 50 gigs left. so i have been googling. and cleaning. and searching. and whatever the fuck for two goddamn hours. only for no one and nothing to have a solution for me. i am going to fucking scream.

[itsphoenix0724]

Meet Me On The Ice (Azriel x Reader)~ Chapter 4

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.2k

MMOTI Masterlist

A/N: Hi everyone! I just wanted to talk to everyone. ik I've been really noncommittal with this series, but I'm going to keep working on it bc I love it, and I hope you guys continue to love it too <3 I tried to build some insight into why Az doesn't like the reader in this chapter and I hope it came across okay, as always constructive criticism/feedback is welcome!

Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I am not a figure skater or a hockey player, so while I'm trying to be as accurate as possible, it's likely some things may not be correct and/or are bent a little to fit the plot!

You could say that a tentative truce was established between the two of you after your night at the arcade. So much so Alis finally permitted you to get out on the ice. 

“Don’t be nervous, the two of you have come leaps and bounds since last week.” She reassures you from her spot on the stands. “We’re gonna start with some basics, and then we work our way up to the lifts just like in the studio.” You shoot Azriel a nervous glare and he tries his best to send you a reassuring look. 

Even though you still feel like you’re walking on eggshells around him, it’s almost nice being around him sometimes.

 Reluctantly, Az has gotten used to your relentless positivity. Even if he can still hear your voice echo in his head sometimes. 

It happened when you were thirteen, and it was a stupid comment he wasn’t even meant to hear. He has tried to put it behind him so many times, but every time he looked at you it popped up in the corner of his mind like a buzzing fly. Reflexively his hands tucked in the pockets of his sweatpants as you skated up to him with your sparkly eyes and sunshiney smile. The version of you from years ago scatters like ash in the wind as Az takes you in, amusement lighting in his eyes as he takes in your hot pink leg warmers. 

“Is this an 80s workout video?” He chuckles and he likes the way your eyebrows furrow in false outrage. 

“For your information, they keep my feet super warm so don’t come crying to me when you’re freezing.” You poke him in the chest and he laughs. It feels nice, he thinks, to simply exist around you without hostility. 

The figure skates still feel tight on his feet, but practice is mostly uneventful after that. Azriel even manages to safely get you off the ground without losing his balance. 

“Great work!” Alis actually seems proud for a moment. “I need you two to stay for a moment so you can try on your costumes.” Azriel looks horrified at the thought of him having to wear leggings, but something cold thaws in his chest when he sees your excitement. You had to throw your old costume away after Lucien’s accident, the fabric was permanently stained red. Az goes first. His costume is simple, a black shirt and leggings with bands of blue around his wrists and chest. You try to put a lid on your bubbling laughter when Az comes out of the changing room, but it still boils over even as Az shoots you a murderous glare. Your dress matches the blue on his costume, with lace cutouts that expose your collar bones, and delicate fabric that flows like water around your upper thighs. The whole thing is delicately studded with blue and silver rhinestones like you wrapped yourself in the night sky. Azriel briefly feels like the air is sucked out of his lungs as he watches you examine yourself in the mirror. 

“Well, what do you think?” You twirl once for effect scattering stardust in your wake. “It’s not so bad is it?” 

“No,” Azriel coughs around a closing throat. “Not bad at all.” You nod, sending him a puzzling look. The two of you change back into your normal clothes and bid Alis goodnight before walking to your cars.

“We’re still on tonight for bowling with Rhys and Cas right?” You ask rocking back on the balls of your feet.

“Absolutely.” He agrees.

“There’s actually something I wanted to ask you about,” You start right before you’re about to split for your cars. Azriel nods at you to continue. “Lucien wanted to know if he could come tonight, he really needs to get out of the house, so he’ll be there too.” 

“Alright.” Az answers “See you later.” he tucks his hands in his hoodie pocket again before walking to his own car. 

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

Lucien somehow successfully gets into the passenger seat of your car casted foot and all. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until you were driving around like you always did, singing along badly and loudly to your driving playlist. Eventually, you pull up infront of the bowling alley, bright neon lights bouncing off of the hood of your car. You help Lucien out of the seat, handing him his crutches and slowly walking into the bowling alley. Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel are already inside having claimed a booth and a lane in the back corner. Cas greets you joyfully scooping you up and twirling you around immediately, he also claps Lucien on the shoulder and you’re grateful that at least someone is making an effort to make him feel included. Rhys ordered you nachos and a drink and got Lucien a soft pretzel immediately chatting up a storm about their shared business communication class. Az hasn’t even said hello to you, even though this is supposed to be one of your bonding experiences, he just gave the both of you a noncommittal head nod and shoveled pizza in his mouth. You try not to outwardly sigh because you thought you were making progress, you thought you were past this. 

You thought you were almost friends. 

Attempting to stomp down the flash of hurt you send him a tight-lipped smile and a nod in return. This is Lucien’s first night out since his accident, so you will remain positive for his sake. 

Bowling continues uneventfully after that. Azriel and Cas are seemingly in a heated competition over this bowling match, and you and Rhys are playing much less committedly. Rhys has been flirting with the girl behind the counter for the past fifteen minutes, and you had been half-heartedly throwing your ball down the lane when it was your turn. 

Lucien had been a good cheerleader from his spot in the booth, but you weren’t very concerned about the game, content to sip on the slushy you bought. The two of you are in the middle of a very animated conversation when Cassian calls your name, coming behind you and looping his arms around your shoulders. 

“Are you coming to the victory party this Saturday after the game?” He drawls, glancing at Azriel out of the corner of his eye. “I would invite you to Vanserra, but-” Cassian glances at Lucien’s casted leg but the red-head simply shrugs. 

“No offense taken here.” Lucien raises his hands in mock surrender, “That’s not really my scene anyway.” 

“Well, we are planning on crushing your brothers’ team anyway, too bad Azzy’s still benched.” Cassian croons and Azriel sends him a murderous glare from where he’s about to launch his bowling ball. “You should come, we’ll be drinking on the Smokehound tab anyhow.” It was a sort of unspoken agreement amongst some of the local university hockey teams, losers host an after-party, booze included. 

“I’ll think about it.” You promise, and Cas ruffles your hair before leaving to grab his bowling ball. 

You completely miss the silent daggers Azriel is sending Cassian from behind your back. He doesn’t want you anywhere near this party, and Rhys won’t be too happy about your attendance either. Cas does nothing but chuckles at him with a knowing glint in his eye that sparks his irritation. You look at him once over your shoulder, and you must mistake his glower for being directed at you because for a brief second hurt flashes across your eyes. 

Something pinches in his chest and Azriel can do nothing but shove his hands in his pockets and avert his gaze to the ground.

@sidthedollface2 @bionic-donut @lyinginameadow @feyretopia @natashachelsea @going-through-shit @mika-no-sekai-blog @hijabi-desi-bookworm @brandywineeeee @littlelunelunatic @gorlillaglue25

[trulyyours-rune]

Hiii me again heheheg🤭

I was wondering if you could do bill with a boy best friend who’s innocent and quiet and bill flirts with him and makes dirty jokes

Or

Bill with an innocent beat friend and bill teases him about being a virgin and stuff and bill says he’ll take his virginity and just like smut

Thanksss 😬🤭

Have a good day/night

Hiii 🤭<3 I wasn't sure if I was actually gonna write one tonight since it's 2:39 in the morning, I had quite a few problems, a.k.a this guy tryna send me inappropriate pics and his friend likes me!? Two very strange and weird guys, and I got hooked to a game. Very addicting. BUT ANYWAY- I think I'll do the first one cause if you didn't know, I suck at smut.

Warnings: Dirty talk/jokes, flirting, short, language, mild blood, read what you're comfortable with, readers a virgin for once, Bill and reader are best friends.

Bill Kaulitz x Male Reader

You and Bill have been best friends for years, people say you're like a triplet. You and Bill got quite comfortable with each other, now he's out saying inappropriate jokes and comments in general with no shame.

In general twins have quite some common interests and humor, so Tom and Bill say a lot of dirty jokes whenever they feel like it. Let alone being around you. You and Bill are usually stuck together while Tom goes out clubbing and 'living the dream'.

_________

You and Bill were laying down on the white couch, reading some magazines, looking at clothes, models, etc. His legs were over top of yours, T.V playing in the background, quite some comfortable silence until Bill broke the moment. "Y'know this magazine has some revealing clothes, wonder what you look like in the-" "Bill!" You smacked him in the face with your magazine. "Ow- what!?" He complained, you just rolled your eyes. "Y/n...Y/nnnnn...Y/N!" "What." "I'm hungry." He smiled like a dork, knowing he was being annoying. "Make yourself something to eat." "Ok." Bill opened your legs, you swear your gonna hit him x10 as hard. You forced you legs closed, Bill laughing and getting up from the couch.

He stretched, he could almost touch the ceiling with those boots. You stuffed your face into the magazine, trying to hide your shamefully flustered face. Bill was in the kitchen making God knows what, you quickly got tired of your magazine and chucked it across the couch, making it land and flipped on some random page. You sat up and leaned back, full attention on the T.V.

"Gah- fuck!" You heard from the kitchen. Wondering what was going on, you sat up and made your way to the kitchen. "You good Bill?" Bill was sucking on his finger, mumbling out "Cut my self by accident." "Lemme see." You took his hand, examining the small wound on his finger, wasn't bleeding much. "Can you kiss it better?" "In your dreams." "Always dream about it." "Fucks sake Bill." You sighed, "Stay here, gonna get a band-aid." You let go of his hand and made your way to the bathroom, was just down the hall and take a left.

You opened the bathroom door, and opening a cabinet above the toilet. You examined inside of it until you finally found a band-aid. You walked out and closed the door behind you, making your way to the kitchen again to meet the damsel in distress Bill. "Do I take off my pants now?" He looked at you, you just glared back. "Noted." He looked down. You grabbed his finger and wrapped the band-aid on it. "Now can you kiss it?" "I'll cut your finger off." "Bet." "Bill no." You said sternly, he pouted.

________

I know this was short but now it's 3:21 in the morning and I'm tired, and when I'm tired I get paranoid I didn't do the request right, probably cause I'm half asleep. But goodnight babes and get good sleep unlike me <3

[emmymaehereeeeee]

First Round of Shots

summary: Lottie Mae gets her shots for the first time ever

word count: 702

warnings: mentions of needles, injection sites, prepping skin for injection, use of syringe, giving a shot.

“Alright Ms.Charlotte Mae, I know you are not gonna like this not one bit but I’ve got to give you a few shots.” The nurse opened the cabinet and began to grab the supplies needed for the injection. 

Elvis laid Lottie across his lap, “You know your daddy, he ain’t too fond of them shots neither.” He stroked her face with his ring-clad hand, “But daddy is here, he ain’t gonna let nothing bad happen to you.” He looked over to you with eyes filled with fear, “She’s gonna cry- gonna squeal so loud. She doesn’t really need ‘em today does she?”

Shaking your head, “If you want me to hold her I can, baby. No, she is due for her first round of shots today.” Standing up from your chair you walked over to your newborn daughter, “You’re a strong girl, aren’t you, Lottie?” You asked the infant who responded with a gurgle. “She’s going to be just fine, Elvis.”

“Alright Dad, do you mind bringing her over to the table?” The nurse asked whilst pulling on a pair of gloves. 

“Oh Lord, here we go Lottie Mae, here we go.” Standing from his seat he brought the little girl over to the examination table, carefully laying her down on her back. “Now it’s gonna hurt not a whole lot- just a tiny bit.” He continued to reassure the infant who had wrapped her tiny hand around his finger, “Just hold onto me.” 

The nurse ripped open the alcohol wipe and wiped Lottie’s leg off, she then uncapped the needle. 

“Jesus Christ, you hafta get such a big needle? I mean she’s barely a month old, good Lord.” His eyes widened at the sight of the needle, “Looks like a horse needle, goodnight a livin’!”

The nurse laughed softly and assured the frantic father, “Mr. Presley, I assure you this is the standard size for this type of injection.” Placing the needle against the skin of Lottie’s thigh she counted, “One, two, three.” 

Elvis counted with her in unison and watched as she pushed the plunger down, he winced as he heard Lottie’s shrill cries. “Oh I know it, I know!” 

“Alright I’ve got two more, Dad- you all right?” The nurse placed a hand on Elvis’s back, “You’re looking a little pale- um Mom do you want to step in?” 

“I'm alright, I’m just fine.” He replied, “Two more, Lottie I know it hurts.” He looked down at the infant who was writhing on the table. The nurse gave Lottie the second shot and Elvis cried harder than Lottie, “I’m sorry, princess. Daddy is sorry, I know it hurts, one more.” 

The nurse turned to you and said, “I just feel horrible, I know she hates it but Dad is making me feel even worse.” She smiled and laughed and you did too. “Alright, last one! Are you ready dad?”

Elvis nodded and looked back at Lottie, “You can do it, baby girl. I know you can, just look at me, Oh God Lottie that’s a big needle.” He whimpered out and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Big poke in one, two, three.” The nurse pushed the plunger down and slowly pulled the needle away, “You did it!” She placed a bandage on all of the injection sites, “Awesome job, dad!” 

Elvis lifted Lottie of the table and held her close, her wails only exceeded with the swift motion, “I know baby, I know. It’s all over now, we’re gonna go home now, okay?” He pressed kisses to her tiny hands, “I’m sorry, sweet baby.” 

You thanked the nurse and moved to be by his side, “You did good, honey. Even though if I hadn’t known I would have thought you were the one getting the shots.” You teased him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Lottie’s wails soon quieted down and she slipped off to sleep, the three of you made your way out to the parking lot. “Hold on, doll- let me get the door for you.” Elvis pulled open the car door and you placed Lottie in her carseat. “I ain’t ever coming back to one of these, not if she’s gotta get shots.”

“Oh hush.”

[realityandrebirth]

Summary: Nya gives Morro a haircut.

Warnings: none

@morrotober

Morrotober: Day Three

"You need a haircut," Nya commented.

Morro glared at her. "I'll take care of it," he said.

"Well, duh. I'm not cutting it for you."

He rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to brush his bangs out of his eyes until she wasn't looking. Nya was, unfortunately, right. He hadn't cut his hair since getting resurrected, and it had grown longer than he liked it, nearly down to his chest. He would cut it that night.

Morro snatched a knife from the kitchen and locked himself in the bathroom after everyone had gone to sleep. Squinting at himself in the mirror, he grabbed fistfuls of his hair and hacked at it until he deemed it short enough.

Someone knocked at the door. He jumped and nearly sliced off his ear. "What?" he snapped.

"The hell are you doing in there?" Nya said. "I know for sure it's not taking a bath."

"I could be," Morro said dryly.

"Which is why there's no water running, right?" She laughed. "How long are you gonna take?"

Morro groaned and opened the door.

He meant to slip back to his room without speaking to her, but Nya grabbed his shoulder. "Holy shit, Morro," she said, "what did you do?"

"Cut my hair," he snapped, pulling away. "Goodnight, Water Ninja."

Nya snorted. "Oh my God, that looks so bad."

"It's shorter now, isn't it?"

"In some places, sure. I think you actually made it longer in others." Nya shook her head, grinning. "Get back in there, I'll fix it for you."

Morro paused. "What?"

"You heard me. I used to cut my hair all the time as a kid, I bet I can do better than this." She peeked around him into the bathroom. "You left hair everywhere! You're cleaning that up when we're done."

He frowned. "And I'm supposed to trust you to stand behind me with a knife?"

"Scissors, Morro. You used a knife?"

It was clear Morro had no idea how to cut his hair, and so, reluctantly, he sat in the bathroom with a towel draped around his neck. Nya ran a comb over his head, frowning every time it snagged. "This is going to be a while," she said. "Man, glad I don't have anything planned for tomorrow. You just want your normal style, right?"

"Yes," Morro said. Then, "Ow! Shit!" when Nya tugged the comb through a tangle.

"We've got to comb it out, first," she said. "Hold still."

Eventually, Nya deemed his hair neat enough to cut. Morro watched her in the mirror as she trimmed and chatted. "It's gonna be a little shorter than you like it," she said. "You messed it up real bad."

"It'll grow back," Morro said.

"Ha! Might take a while."

Compared to how long it took to comb, the actual cutting flew by in no time at all. "You're done," Nya said, taking a step back. "I did a pretty good job, I think."

Morro examined himself in the mirror, patting his hair gingerly as if it would disintegrate. He had never seen it so neat. "Acceptable," he said.

Nya snorted. "Great, 'cause I'm gonna be cleaning grease out of this comb for weeks." She tossed the scissors on the counter. "Make sure you clean up before bed, I'm gonna be pissed if the bathroom still looks like this in the morning."

She left without another word. Morro did a half-assed sweep of the bathroom and called it a night.

It turned out Nya only knew one haircut: the same style she had as a teenager. Kai teased Morro for days afterwards.

[ineffectualdemon]

Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Ooo this is a good question but a difficult one to answer but I'm gonna do my best!

Also these are in no particular order cause I just can't rank them

1. Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman

It's a collection of short stories that I first read as a teenager. It created my love for short stories as a genre and how wonderfully weird they can be. More importantly though the story Changes was the first hint to me that gender wasnt a fixed binary. I read it over and over again on the floor of my bedroom and cried and didn't yet know why. It became incredibly important to me.

2. The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien (both books and the Peter Jackson films)

It's a story about hope in the face of despair and fighting in even when that glimmer of hope has faded. Because at least you can say you tried. At least you did not go quietly into that goodnight. It's a story about found family and companionship and compassion. And god knows I need that

3. Scum Villian's Self Saving System by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

It's in many ways very shit posty and funny and not for everyone but it's at it's heart a story about the cycle of abuse, of the need to communicate with the people in your life fully and honestly, and love. It's about stopping and listening and opening up your heart. It's also funny as hell and the main character is infuriating and the most queerphobic queer protagonist ever so your milage may vary

4. Kubo Won't Let Me Be Invisible (both manga and anime)

This is my soft comfort pick. It's such a soft story about highschool romance between two characters who take a long time to even realise their feelings. But it's also a story about a boy who has been extremely isolated and alone his whole life being pulled into the world. It's about friendship and kindness and the importance of connections with others as much as it's about the romance. It's extremely cute too and it's my current go to media when I'm feeling sad. The anime only just started so there is only 5 episodes out atm

5. Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (Book)

This is one of the most read books in the house. I fell in love with it as a kid and it's still one of my favourites. It's exciting and funny and an examination in a lot of ways on what it is to be human. It's also in a lot of ways a coming of age story as one of the main characters is a boy who is on the cusp of being a teenager. I love it but there are some bits that are products of the time that it was written and also if you want more of our Demon and Angel duo who carry the story then you might prefer...

6. Good Omens the TV show

It's got everything I love about the book but updated to more modern times. Also more development of Crowley and Aziraphale (the demon and angel) and their relationship. It's very true to the book and what's changed is still fitting to the original. Also reminded me in feel of the first Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy TV show. Which in my opinion is a plus

7. Taskmaster - TV show OG British version

British show where comedians do silly tasks. There are 14 seasons out and it's just very silly and fun and endlessly entertaining

8. Mashle: Magic and Muscles - manga

In a world where everyone has magic one boy doesn't. But he is swole as hell.

There are a lot of reasons I love it but I think I can capture the main reason why with one image:

9. Yuri on Ice - anime

I love it one because I was there when we all realised this was canonically gay and lost our collective shit. I love it because the relationship between Victor and Yuuri felt very authentic and genuine. I love it because the antagonist was Yuuri's own anxiety/insecurities. And it still has one of the best twists I've ever seen in media. Also the music is amazing

10. The Goonies

This movie was a staple of my childhood and is still my biggest comfort media. It's silly and weird but it is like an old soft blanket that I wrap around myself when down

Hope that answers your question! This was fun to do :)

[funkylilomen]

Emeralds & Charcoal

(A non-canon interaction between what once was and what now is)

-–—–-

Part I: Of Infinite Mirror

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered gently as he shut the bedroom door.

Foster rested their head against the door's painted on music notes and flowers for a moment, humming softly to themself. It had been a long day. Maybe they'd skip the bar tonight...

He turned to head toward his own bedroom and yelped, nearly falling backward in surprise. In front of him stood... himself? It was almost like looking in a mirror, aside from a few things. To start, the figure was completely greyscale. Black wings made of smoke protruded from its back, the excess that floated off of them curling around its head and obscuring the view of its eyes. Not to mention, its entire presence felt like a tear in reality. It was... deeply unsettling to look at, to say the least.

"Who are you?" they finally managed through panicked breathing. "Are- Are you an angel..?"

The figure barked a laugh, its voice wispy and seeming to almost echo itself, though it barely smiled. "Ha! Hardly."

Foster stretched out an arm in some form of attempt to guard the door from this creature. With his free hand, he grabbed the silver Petrine Cross charm that hung around his neck, fidgeting with it nervously. "...A demon, then?"

It shrugged, looking them up and down disapprovingly. "I don't know. If that's more suitable for you, then sure. Look, it doesn't really matter what I am. All that matters is finding whoever is gonna hurt that little girl." It points to the door behind Foster.

"What!?" They grabbed the figure by its collar, a wave of adrenaline washing over them. "What do you mean hurt!?"

It seemed unbothered by this burst of anger, however. "Hey, I never said I would hurt her. So why don't you ease up a bit and let me go, hm?" It pried Foster's hands away from its shirt and set them at his own side. He huffed in annoyance.

The figure smoothed down its outfit and tilted its head, examining its doppelganger with a curious look. "First, though..."

It plunged a hand into his chest, causing him to let out a horrified gasp. He wanted to scream out for help, or maybe just in fear, but he didn't have much time to do so. It quickly retracted its hand, pulling out a glob of black ink with it.

"Hm... Odd..." It looked over the ink intently.

Foster grabbed at where they had presumably been torn open, but the only hint of any interaction was a black, oily stain on their waistcoat over their heart. They could only stare at the figure in shock.

"Wh- What the fuck... What did you..?"

It scoffed at him. "Relax, I was just checking." It pondered its hand for a moment, trying to decide the best way to clean off the ink, before settling on... licking it off.

Foster looked at it in utter disgust, a shiver running down their spine. They tried to ignore the foul taste forming in the back of their mouth.

"Just... why?"

The figure shrugged. "Can't rule anyone out." It jutted a finger at Foster. "Not even you, who I assume is supposed to be her guardian?"

"Uh-" he blinked a few times, still confused and slightly afraid of this strange look-alike, and cleared his throat, "Yes, I-I am."

"Well, you're obviously doing a wonderful job since I'm here." The sarcasm dripping from its voice was obvious. "Come on, then."

The figure grabbed them by the arm, its wings growing in size until the smoke engulfed the two and–

The world was spinning. Foster felt himself going through the motions, living day after day, as if his life was being fast-forwarded, but he didn't dare open his eyes. He knew that if he did, his dinner wouldn't stay in his stomach. The smoke never cleared away, lingering just out of bounds.

Eventually, it the world stopped, but their insides didn't. They clutched the sides of their head tightly, dropping something silver to the ground with a clatter. They could feel a presence looming over them, watching, judging.

Sirens blared all around him. The horrid, suffocating feeling in his chest didn't let him look at the scene in front of him. He knew what he would find. Tears poured down his face, mixing with the hot pink splattered across his face. He felt himself once again being engulfed by the smoke.

And then it all fell away.

[echoe-back-from-the-void]

Supernatural X Twilight~ pt. 3

| 1 | 2 | three | 4 | 5 | 6 |

"I wasn't joking." I say pulling up to the crummy looking liquor store. We had driven near an hour out of town to not get caught. I opened the door before closing it again as he was too in shock. "Gimme your card." I say holding my hand out.

"My What?" Jasper says snapping out of shock.

"Your card, so I can buy the good stuff." I say making grabby hands.

Soon a card is placed in my hand and I examine it with a smile. "I'll give it back. Hunters promise." I say cheekily. I open the door and step to the door. "You'd better stay out here. Your not exactly old enough kiddo." I joke and he makes a face at me.

I laugh while walking into the store and buying a bottle of expensive liquor and an a bottle of my favorite. The whole trip went off without a hitch.

Jasper continued to eye the bottles as I drove. "Looking at em won't make em disappear doll face. It's just part of the hunter lifestyle to be an alcoholic. Unless your Sam. Then your a health nut." I crack.

I pull up to the motel and turn off my car. "Now you know where I sleep. If you try to kill me I will decapitate you with my bare hands." I say tilting my head with a sweet smile. My tone sounds flirtatious but my threat is very real.

He nods and exits the car as I do. Again opening my door. I tilt an invisible hat toward him as I open my motel door. "Night night cowboy. Don't stay up too late." I tease.

Before I close the door his foot stops it and he speaks in a rushed voice. "Do you think, could I join you tomorrow?"

"Mr Hale, whatever crush you think you might have on me, ain't gonna happen." I clench the brown paper bag. "I'm going home soon, I'm going to see my brothers and my friends. I'm gonna shoot Chuck and all this," I wave my free hand, "will be some distant nightmare." I drop my head at his hurt expression. "I have to get home, I have to know they're okay. I have to know or I can't—" I choke on a lump in my throat as it rises higher. "Most hunters don't get to have families. When we do, we hold onto it with claws and teeth, your argue and fight but you don't let go for a damn second because the second you do they're gone for good. I bided my time in this place thinking it was in my head. I wasted enough time playing nice with teenagers. I wasted even more time waiting for some villain to show up. I'm going to bed and then I'm hightailing the fuck outta here even if I have to rip a rift myself." I looked back at him with angry glassy eyes. "Your the empath, tell me if anything I said was a lie." I bite.

He turns away unable to make eye contact as he feels my emotional pain. He then tries to manipulate it to at least ease the pain in my heart but I hold my hand up.

"Don't. Let me feel for myself." I close the door more. "Goodnight Hale." The lock clicks into place and I drift to the bed before putting the expensive bottle to my lips. I swirl it in my mouth before swallowing.

The next morning I wake at the asscrack of dawn and begin packing my few clothes and strapping myself with weapons. I open the door and am met with a broad chest that I follow upward to see jaspers nervous expression.

"If you stayed out here all night I'm officially calling you stalker till the day I die." I say grouching as I tug my duffle over my shoulder. "Cmon Bronco. Burning daylight." I say opening my passenger side door and throwing my duffle in the back. At the same time another door opened but not to my car. I turn and am greeted with Carlisle stepping out of his pristine car.

"I hope you don't mind but my academic curiosity was peaked and I'd like to come with." Carlisle says.

"Fucking Victorians." I mumble under my breath. "Yeah yeah, follow me." I slid into my car and Jasper sits himself in my passenger seat as I pull out the motel parking lot.

I'm sure I sped the whole way there but no cops stopped me so I didn't care. I wasn't going nearly as fast as the Cullens drive. As I drive old tapes of bands play through the speakers. Highway to hell and fly by the night to name a few. They were mixtapes dean had made me for my own car. They were in my hunter duffle and that's how they came to here.

I pulled off the road and grabbed both the tape and the duffle as I stepped out the car.

"You walked from here, all the way into town?" Carlisle asks in surprise.

"Little further doc." I say before walking further up the road until I reach past the sign that says forks. I walk another 20 feet before stopping. "Here." I set my duffle and things by the side of the road as I start to examine what was my entry to this world. I begin to mutter under my breath as I walk around.

"No sulfur, not a demon. No hangin bodies, not a djin. Leaves one more option." I kneel on the ground and put my hand flat on the asphalt as I try to channel energy. After a few minutes I shake my hand from the hot asphalt and snarl in anger. "Where the fuck are you?" I whisper under my breath.

"Whats wrong?" Carlisle asks coming closer to my side. Both vampires had been silent as they too took their own examinations of the site.

"No sulfur, no grace. Nothing." I say growling as I glare at the ground.

"Isn't that good?" Carlisle asks.

"No captain obvious. It means I can't track what brought me here! It means I don't know what brought me here. It means I have to rip the rift myself and with no angels on your side!!" I say with growing anger as I begin to breathe heavily. My chest begins to hurt but I ignore it in favor of getting chalk from my duffle and then writing various runes and symbols.

"And these are?" Carlisle asks in curiosity. He knows I'm angry but he asks in hopes that talking will calm me down.

It does some but I still have an angry disposition. "Symbols. This is for travel and that is time, this one is for sacrifice." I say explaining a few.

"Sacrifice?" Carlisle asks in worry.

"The virgins are safe doc, not that kind of sacrifice." I joke. I tip my head back down to the sacrifice symbol. "Needs blood. No, I won't be needing a donor or anything. Not human. And not neither you. Needs grace, or angel blood if you wanna get technical." Before they can ask how I would get angel blood I slice my wrist open and blood begins to steadily drip over the chalk sigil. The blood begins turning white and glowing faintly. Not nearly as bright as a pure angle would be, but it's something.

I hear a scuffle behind me as Carlisle is holding Jasper back. Probably expecting him to go rabid with bloodlust but Jasper starts pushing Carlisle away.

"I'm fine! Im fine! Look at my eyes." Jasper says referencing how his eyes haven't darkened a shade.

"I'd be poisonous anyway, doc." I shout to them before turning back around to continue. When I feel like enough blood has left and I feel lightheaded I hold my hand over the wound to stop it. I dip the hand not holding the wound in the puddle and drag it with my fingers toward time, grace and travel until I've made a bloody triangle. I stand up and say some Latin mixed with the first language and a small rift grows into existence with a screech. When the sound of ripping dulls I can hear talking then yelling.

"Sammy get the hell away from that thing!!" Dean screams in a distorted voice.

"It appears to be a rift?" Shadows move through the rift and then a light flashes inside the blurry window. "It leads to a world called twilight. Created by a..."

"Cas?" I say nervously.

"Marcella?" Cas responds immediately to the sound of my voice.

I can't hold myself up any longer and fall to my knees before the rift. "Sam? Dean?" I call out to them.

"Marcella! It's good to hear from you kid." Dean says as his shadow moves forward toward the rift.

I choke on a sob as I clench my arm tighter.

"You okay where your at?" Sam asks in a worried tone.

"Yeah," I sniffle as my eyes fill with tears. "I'm safe now, no ghouls or anything on this side. Been laying low at forks high. Waiting for rescue."

"I know kid, but we'd been looking everywhere for you. Heaven, hell, purgatory. We never considered..." Dean says. "We miss you."

"Do you know who did this? And why twilight? Why not mash or the matrix. Did you know they don't even have fangs!" I said with a sad kind of laugh.

Dean laughs too but it's guttural and starts too high pitched to be his normal laugh. "Yeah, you seen the werewolves yet, they don't eat hearts or anything." Dean jokes further. "Big ass puppy dogs!" He laughs again.

"Marcella, how long have you been there?" Sam asks with his usual worry.

"Month, month and a week?" I bit my lip.

"Marcel, it's been a week." Sam says in a sad tone that carries his shock and fear.

"Can't—can't be." I shake my head. Best not to dwell. "Is there a rescue plan, a escape plan, anything?"

"Yeah, find you and get your ass home, where you'll be grounded for the forceable future." Dean orders jokingly.

"Hey I didn't ask to get kidnapped, old man!" I yell back at him but I can't help the smile.

"Well you still can't leave the bunker. And no boyfriends and no joyrides in the impala. Until we gank the sonof bitch that took ya." Dean adds.

His humor and teasing makes me laugh and start crying again. "Can we watch scooby doo and westerns?" I ask in a small voice.

"Always. We can even eat popcorn and complain bout Sammy being a—" before Dean could finish there is the sound of him being hit while Sam whined his name.

"Marcella?"

"Yeah Cas?"

"When you get back do you wanna help me plant flowers for my bees? Recently I found a very beautiful flower and it grows best in late may but you'll be back by then so we can plant a lot of them." Cas says in his monotone voice.

"Hell yeah!" I agree immediately. Before realizing his words. 'But you'll be back by then.'

Will I? A pit in my stomach forms but I smile.

Then the light from the rift begins dulling. Panic swells in my chest. "Cas, Dean, Sam! Guys?!"

"Marcel!" "Marcella."

"Dean! Sam!" I reach for the rift as if I could hold it open. "Cas!"

"Marcellla!" A fearful scream distorts its way though the rift and I stretch my fingers over the rift but it closes and my hands fall through open air and I fall on them.

"No, no nonono." I begin to shake as I take gulps of air though my collapsing airways. Everything is constricting the longer the silence stretches. "Sammy?" I ask in a broken whisper. "Dean? Cas?" My head begins to spilt as I cry harder. I bang my fist against the middle of the triangle where sacrifice is written. My hands splash in the already sludgy puddle of my own blood. I beat my fists harder as I cry. "Open, aperta, Άνοιξε, отворен, otevřít se, offen, opna." With each word I bang my fist again until they begin to bleed with the force. Strong hands grab mine as they stop me from my continued abuse.

I twist in their grip as they pick me up and pull me from the area. "No, Jasper put me down. Put me down! Jasper!" I struggle harder as I begin to hyperventilate. "Let me Go! They were right there!" I feel myself growing lightheaded as I scream what little oxygen I have. Soon passing out.

~~

When I wake again I feel the bandages on my hands and a splitting headache that I recognize from crying and not a hangover. I blink at the ceiling before cracking again. My ribs feel like they are splitting from the sadness and longing that force their way down my throat. I choke on my tears and feel the overwhelming urge to scream but I bite my lip and pull myself up. I unwrap my hands to see the healing wounds and the slit in my wrist gone.

I set my feet on the floor and stand up. Quickly someone blurs into the room to my side. My hand catches the person by the throat as I hold them there. Their hand moves to my waist to keep me from falling and I blink again to realize it's Jasper. His hand is the only thing keeping me from falling and mine keeps him at an arms length.

I push any feelings of sadness and anxiety to the side until it's easily ignored. Compartmentalizing. Something Dean unintentionally taught me in the years I spent with the brothers. You don't need emotions when your a hunter.

I tilt my head and squeeze his neck and feel him flex his arm as he swallows his venom down. Teasingly I say under my breath, "too kinky for you, cowboy?"

His eyes flash a dark amber. And he grins. Jasper leans forward and I let him by bending my arm, hand still on his throat. I expected him to stop sooner but he moves even closer until my arm is bent completely as I keep it on his neck. I can feel his chest through where my forearm is pressed against him. His hand that was on my waist wraps around my whole back until it's on the opposite hip. "I don't know, Darling." He whispers huskily and my cheeks flame up but I tamper that down as I flirt back, challengingly.

"You play dirty." I nose his cheek as my free hand moves to his hip and slips under his shirt to rub my thumb against his hip bone. He gasps for unneeded air as his grip on me becomes tighter. "But One thing about hunters is we play dirtier." I tease as my lips brush against the shell of his ear with my parting words. Then I'm slipping out of his grip and twirled around him to walk to the door. My hand is on the door knob and I turn to him. In a completely normal voice that doesn't give anything away I say, "well your house, ain'tcha gonna show me around?"

"Yes ma'am." He says drawling the words purposely. I roll my eyes and open the door. Im blinded by the countless windows that let the surrounding forest be visible and let light in. We pass a wall of graduation caps and I chuff the air our my nose in a short laugh.

"Think it's funny." He teases me.

"I'm twenty two. You couldn't catch me dead with a cap an gown." I shivered. I leaned against the banister of the stairwell. I could hear the other Cullens in the house, moving and trying to be quiet. I turn to Jasper with a mischievous smile before jumping over the railing and landing the two floors below with precision. I turn around with a beaming smile to see Jasper.

"Took you long enough, trouble on the stairs?" I say with amusement.

"Did you really have to do that?" He asks.

"Yes." I say seriously before walking to the living room where I sit not on the couch but on the floor leaning against it.

"Why is she on the floor?" Emmet asks in a loud whisper.

"Wouldn't you like to eat, honey?" Esme asks in a mothering tone but instead of comfort the hair on my neck stands on end.

"Not hungry." I dismiss regardless of being hungry. "You have questions...again." I say addressing the elephant in the room.

"The—" Carlisle stalls unable to find a right word to fit what occurred yesterday.

"Ritual, or spell if you prefer." I offer.

"The spell you did yesterday, you said it required sacrifice. Not human blood, not vampire either. It required angel blood—grace. If so why did you slit your wrist?"

I sigh dramatically while rolling my eyes. "Geez gramps couldn't take you any longer to get to the question." I tease. I suck my teeth in agitation. "When I met the Winchester it was just after the apocalypse started. Before sealing Lucifer away, dear ol Lucy took interest in me. Kidnapped me away and tortured me for a month straight." I grin darkly at the ground. An odd amusement grows in my chest making my words come out chirpy and sarcastic. "You'd think you know torture until your in the hands of an Archangel. He would remove limbs before restarting. Skinned my whole arm." I chuckle and meet the doctors horrified eyes. "Anything he thought would be fun to try, he did. Then he got this sick idea. Angels can have children with humans, the term nephilihim comes to mind. But he wondered what would happen if he was to forcefully and manually imbue his grace into my blood and body. Archangels have so much juice that just a fraction can be lost without making a dent to them." I calm my excited jitter with my other hand. "I'm not a full angel by any means. Angels are their grace, without it they are human. But you can imagine how your venom reacts differently than your wife's. Some grace is soft." I think of cas and the time he healed my broken arm. "Some so savage and full of fire that it burns from the outside in."

I take a deep breath as I try to calm my erratic excited heartbeat. "To imbue me with grace was give me some of him. His pain, anger, bloodlust and hate for humans. Like two souls arguing over a body." I wave my words away dismissively and bend my knee to my chest. "I never told Dean any of this. Cas knows I go dark. Sam might suspect because we've both been so close to Lucifer. But how would you tell your big brother you've been grace-raped by the devil?"

"So your an Angel but like part devil?" Emmet asked after the potent silence.

"Part Angel, and I don't have devil in me. It's a fraction of the mark of Cain. Least that's what Gabriel theorized." I sigh and let my head fall back on the cushion as I expose my neck. "Being part Angel means I heal faster, got better reflexes and am stronger. Basically it's a power up."

"But who's stronger?" Emmet asked and my head snapped to him.

"Nephilihim, god, archangel, then pagans, then monsters, lastly humans. I'm between archangel and pagan." I says in a contemplative voice.

This time Alice was the one to speak. "You said there was a war Coming, I haven't seen a war."

"Something about new bloods or— led by some red head. Something something something baseball!" I look away from the ceiling to meet the Cullens exasperated looks. "What? Oh so now it's my fault for not paying attention. You try listening to dean talk about sex every other sentence. I lost interest." I shrug.

~~~ months passed and I tried to have weekly rift calls with my brothers. Sitting on the pavement in front of the rift as I talked to them like everything was normal. When all I wanted was to be home in the bunker.

"You shouldn't call so frequently. Sam he uh... he told me how you can do this. Cas filled in the rest." Deans voice cracked even under the distortion. "Cas said it's dangerous for you. Doing this, using his grace. He said you go—" deans voice cuts out. "It's like Sam with the wall, you can't keep doing this or your gonna break. Whether that makes you a vegetable or you go full blown ripper. These personality changes can't be healthy." Even though the rift I could hear the pain and guilt in his voice.

"I never blamed you. Not even when he told me what you were doing at the time. He could hurt me and tell me you were eating a sandwich and I not once blamed you. The hunt before I was kidnapped you saved my life and I could never imagine what happened after. You are my brother in all but blood. I would never blame you or Sam for the pain I went through. To you it was a month to me it felt like a lifetime. You said the same thing about hell once and did you ever blame Sam for being in hell?"

"Well no because—"

"That's kinda what makes a Winchester, the ability to live and die for family and still love unconditionally. Do you remember anymore about the newborn army?"

"You aren't actually planning to fight with them?" Dean asked in exasperation.

"Time moves quicker here. What may be a month to you will be many to me. The army will still come. And I'll keep calling every week. If I contain it until the army comes then I can let lose and not harm anybody. Nobody human." I say the last part sarcastically.

"No! No!" I hear shouting and the silhouette of dean turns over his should. "Sammy come in here!"

Sam enters and the two begin to talk fast under there breath. "She's gonna pull another —?"

"What do you mean another? She's done this befo— you've done this before?!" He shouts while turning back to me. "No! End of discussion, your not doing it."

"Dean!" Sam admonishes dean. "Marcella if this is what you need to do, I know this is hard for you. I support whatever decision you take."

"No no no this isn't Winchester approved until I approve it!" Dean argues loudly making me smile at his behavior.

"You guys are the best brothers a hunter could ask for." I say softly. Both sam and Dean stop talking and sam is the first to respond.

"We love you too Marcella. If you do fight be safe and kick some ass." Sam waves as the rift begins closing on its own. This parting is not full of regret or anger. It's just an until next time. Hopefully when deans calmed down and came around to the idea of me fighting against newborns. Or after. I add cheekily.

~~~

The drive back to the Cullen residence is hopeful for me. Sam's okay was all I needed. Deans would've been better but...can't always get what I want.

Jasper opens the door for me and helps me out of the car. The first month after the Cullens found out, I felt edgy around jasper. He obviously shows interest in me but I would shoot it down with reasons why not. He was undeterred and continued his polite gentleman behavior. Like a suitor courting a lady. Eventually I stopped correcting him and just let him do as he pleases.

His fingers moved down my hand as he held it gently in his icy grasp. The cold wasn't unwelcome, temperatures stopped affecting me some time ago.

"Will you tell my family about—"

I cut him off with a small yeah. I smile and walk faster and when I approach the door I swing it open widely and chant "the fun has arrived!" Like in Tarzan. Emmet zooms to my side and tries to tackle me and I sidestep him. "Too slow." I mock. Jasper holds my hand tighter and pulls me to the living room. "Ya know I spend so much time here I'm only at the motel to sleep."

"Your still paying for it?" Carlisle asks in surprise like he only just realized I'm homeless.

"Well duh. I mean it's under Burt Afrihamian but whoop de do."

"Credit card scams, great." Edward says under his breath.

"Cork it angel, Not like saving lives pays good money." I say spitefully. (Because Edward totally looks like angel from Buffy)

"How do you make money then?" Esme asks in curiosity.

"Poker, pool, gambling, sometimes taking a job in the area like day worker or something. Never make enough to sustain ourselves but if we save it then we can buy things like new guns and ammo. Under the counter shit."

"Full blown criminal." Edward says again.

"Say it to my face you limp noodle." I hiss. "Point is. Im fighting with you, not against you."

~~~

Jasper began training me outside of school to see if I was fit for battle as he put it. So far I had taken him down more times then he had taken me down. So I was deemed battle ready but we still spared for fun. The first time I had him pinned his eyes went dark and I met his other personality, the major.

"Hello Darlin'" the accent he used was much thicker than normal. My first clue. "I've been itching to meet you for a time now. You made him flustered enough for me to slip through." His words dripped like honey and venom as he held my waist and lifted the both of us.

This person who isn't Jasper, had a military presence that made him respectable. Second clue.

"And what should I call you?" I say tracing my finger around his eyes.

"Major, that's what everyone calls me." His eyes drifted. "He's worried I'll hurt you?"

I snorted and leaned heavier against him, my hand slipping to his shoulder as I laughed. "Cute. If you've seen it then you know I'll put you on your ass and smile doing it." I grinned sharply and the man practically purred. "So your his dark side? Maybe our two sides will meet, hit it off and slaughter a city." I say sarcastically. He chuffs and noses his head into my neck.

"You smell like pine trees and lightning. Bitter." He purrs pulling me closer. He just barely brushes his lips against my pulse when I wrap my hand around his throat.

"Ah ah ah," I admonish while moving him back. "Keep your nonexistent fangs to yourself, Major. Poisonous, remember." I tease.

He huffs before grinning. "You refuse his/our advancements? Do you not find me attractive?" He teases back.

"Very 'tractive. But I haven't got time to be foolin with a vampire. I'm not really into necrophilia, ya know." I say sarcastically. "And my brother would kill me twice over for it." I joke. He wouldn't really, he'd probably make a bunch of vampire jokes.

(Stay tuned for part four when I finally write the newborn army fight. I’m moving fast cause the fight was the whole reason I wanna write this.)

[slutforsnow]

Chapter 5 of

The Blue Note

"Familial Priority"

Summary: Family Time<3

Start Notes: Ajax is the sona of @aratakiittogang on TikTok!! Yes, i do have his permission to add Ajax to the fic!!

After Miguel had left Koton to go see Ajax and wake him up for breakfast, Koton got dressed in her usual spiderwear.

Her spider suit was a really cool design, if she said so herself; it seemed normal with the usual tightness and webbing/spider symbol but she had sewn pure black cloth to where the armholes & legholes would be to minimize recognition. All along the black cloth, she had patterns of femurs and skulls in simplified forms on it. She also had the bone structure of her hands from her finger tips to her wrist. Then she had a hooded-cloak; a simple blood red cloak with a dark gold chain.

Walking out of her room, she put her hood up, locked her door, and made her way to Miguel's lair... well, the nicer looking part of it anyway.

He kept that section hidden because no one else knew about Miguel's secret family. Only that Koton and Ajax were his second- and third-in-command.

The other Spiders knew not to cross her or make her angry because she could report them Miguel if they crossed a line. Thankfully, that's only happened once.

But there were some spiders, other than Miguel and Ajax, that could put Koton in her place if need be such as Jessica or PB. Though Jessica could be more harsher and that wasn't really good for Koton's mental health, so it was usually Peter who put her in her place if Miguel or Ajax couldn't since he was much more therapist material.

"Papá? Dad? Where are you?" Koton questioned, walking into the more secure part of the lair.

"In the kitchen, sweetpea!!" Answered her other dad, Ajax.

Following the echoes of his voice, Koton found him, cleaning off the table and organizing the files.

"Good morning, honey, how'd you sleep?" He asked, smiling and cleaning off the table while his dual-coloured brown and blonde hair slowly started to curled into their usual form.

His snakebites shone against the light from the window, reveal that Ajax might have spilled something on them.

"I... well, I slept okay," She told him, making herself a cup of apple juice and smiling sleepily.

Ajax grimaced slightly hearing her small yet simple lie- over the years he picked up when she withheld the truth but he understood; if she didn't want to tell him that was fine. He knew that Miguel would tell him if it bothered him enough. Besides, the worsening of Koton's eyebags was worse than what Miguel had described.

But he played it off like that was fine.

"Well that's good to hear; I was worried about you since you didn't do your goodnight routine last night," He told her, examining the small cuts on her face; they weren't in any dangerous places like her eye or mouth and they'd heal right up and blend in with her skin.

"Yeah, but I'm okay though. I promise," She told him, propping herself up onto the counter, lightly kicking the cabinets with her heels.

Ajax nodded and gently pulled her hood down, kissing her forehead.

After a few moments of comfy silence, Koton gently leaned on her papa's shoulder.

She wasn't going to see him for who knew how long and her mental state wasn't fully ready for it. Would he and Miguel be okay spending so many days away from her?

Sure it was at most for a week, but she'd never experienced spending time away from her dads.

They'd always done everything together and they'd gotten closer when Miguel and Ajax got married... this was completely different and scary territory for all of them.

"You okay, pequeña espina?" Ajax inquired softly, placing one hand on her head, rubbing his thumb through her hair.

"Yeah... just thinking... it's gonna be weird without seeing you and Papá every morning and eating his world famous empanadas," Koton admitted, leaning into his touch.

Ajax chuckled, earning a small smile from his blue-haired child.

"You sure do love his empanadas, Koton," he teased, ruffling her hair.

"Whose empanadas?" came familiar voice in a teasing manner, earning smile and giggle as the answer.

Ajax pulled Miguel into his arms, and smiled greatly as the 6'9" Hispanic leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"You ready for the meeting, cuerva?" Miguel asked, earning a determined nod from her.

"Alright, but remember, don't traumatize them too much when we talk about your Earth, okay?"

"But my Earth is quite literally, Hell."

"Mija."

"Fiine

[wormholxtreme]

@telipatia plotted AU shit

For weeks Kaylee had been bound to a bed. Her abdomen flayed open from the assault. A heartbeat away from death. Every movement took her breath away but she refused to stay still. There was the new baby. So small and helpless and Kaylee would be damned if she wasn't going to hold him. Not after the hell of having him ripped from her womb. 

Despite the protests, Kaylee made sure to take walks even if it was just a trip around the room to keep from going stir crazy. She held her son in her arms, bright smiles at his happy little coos. It was tough to let anyone else hold him. Even those she trusted the most. Every fiber of her being screamed when someone asked. But when she handed the baby over to Wanda, she could feel Athan tense by her side. Kaylee held his hand, patting his arm gently. It had to be hard for him too, letting a powerful magic user cast spells and charms on their infant son, but Kaylee trusted no one else in the multiverse to make sure he hadn't been branded. The light show of red hexes that surrounded Damien made her nervous, she only wondered what kept Athan from objecting.

After a thorough examination, Wanda declared nothing nefarious was branded on Damien's soul. A wave of relief washed over Kaylee and she leaned her forehead against Athan's shoulder taking a breath. Happily taking him when Wanda presented the baby to her with a smile and a blessing.

"I want to go home tomorrow." She told Athan, knowing the protest was coming she quickly added "I'll sleep better in my own bed." At least that's what she thought. But the moment they walked through the door a chill ran down her spine. Scorch marks from when lightning shot from her fingers climbed up the walls. Blood stains on the floors. The window still open from where they took her. She grabbed for Athan's hand steadying herself. She thought home would feel safe but all it did was make the ache from her injuries worse.

She shook her head. "I guess no one had the chance to clean up." She stammered lightly, forcing her voice to steady. There was too much damage to go back home. And the tower felt so sterile. She wanted out. Out of the city. Away from the chaos and the memories of what happened.

So when they came back to the Tower, Pepper's suggestion they go to her little stretch of land Kaylee threw her arms around her in a tight hug. "It's not gonna bother you too much if my family comes too?" She asked feeling that much safer with them by her side. But it was a shock when half the Avengers joined them too. Kaylee helped Sophie get everyone situation. Stopping slightly to hiss at the pain that would occasionally shoot through her abdomen. It took her mother, her father, and Sophie's not so gentle prodding to convince her to leave them to their own devices and go to bed. 

Kaylee sighed, reaching for Athan's hand and let everyone tell Damien goodnight before the pair made it upstairs. She only made it a few steps before lifting up off the floor, gliding the rest of the way to ease the pain. "I'm fine." She told Athan once they reached the guest bedroom but she rolled her head around her neck to ease the tension she was keeping. "Okay I'm not fine but I will be." She admitted taking the baby out of the crook of his arm.

She floated to the opposite side of the bed, a small briefcase laid flat on the floor marked with the tale tale red paint from her father's Iron Man suit. "Darling?" She began with exasperation. "Can you press the button on the side. Dad made us a crib but I can't bend down."

She moved out of the way, gently rubbing her index finger down the middle of Damien's forehead, down to the bridge of his nose. She hummed softly as she did, watching his eyes struggle to stay open. Even as the crib popped open with a metallic sound, a soft little mattress rolled out, seated perfectly in the middle Kaylee struggled to let go of her son. She looked helpless at Athan, knowing he'd have to be the one to put Damien down and coax her into bed. Otherwise she'd stay up all night pacing the room not letting either of her boys sleep. 

With a frown she relented and floated to the bed. A small groan escaped her lungs as she maneuvered to a horizontal position. This injury was really starting to get on her nerves. Moments later she felt Athan's weight on the mattress. His arms finding their way around her. Kaylee rocked her hips back, nestling her back comfortably against him. She took his hands, lightly brushing her fingertips along his, taking in the shape of them. 

"I- -" She began, the simplest words in her mind wouldn't come off her lips. She was certain that what she felt about him was real. That after everything they'd been through she had actually fallen in love with him. There was no one else in the world whose arms she'd rather be in as their son rest peacefully in the bassinet next to their bed. But the words got caught in her throat. "I wanted to say thank you." She settled on. "For everything. You've done so much for me over this last year. And I know like ninety percent of it has to do with Damien but I am grateful none the less." 

Way to chicken out Kaylee. She chastised herself silently. Carefully she rolled over in his arms to face him. A gentle hand reaching out to cup the contour of his cheek. Maybe she couldn't say it just yet, but she leaned in pressing her lips against his in the lightest feather of a kiss.

"How cute." The voice came, the temperature in the room dropped so fast it made Kaylee's teeth chatter. "Everyone here to protect you. They're doing a bang up job aren't they?"

There in the shadows, just out of the reach of light Kaylee could see the silhouette of her. "But you know they won't be around forever. And Death well," She chuckled "Death is inevitable."

Just as quickly as she appeared she was gone. The whoosh of her flight set chills up Kaylee's spine. Damien lay in his crib wailing. Panicked she flew to his side, picking him up gently eyes widened with terror as she looked to Athan.

And then everyone was in their room. The shouts and the chatter built up so loudly in her ears she couldn't hear herself think. All she could do was hold onto her child, rocking him in a vain effort to calm him.

This room was tainted now too. Even out in the middle of no where, with an army of supers, Death still came into their room. She was mere feet away from him. There was no place safe. Nothing Kaylee could do to protect herself let alone her son. And everyone was just crowding them. She'd backed herself into a corner, taking refuge behind Athan's towering  frame. But what could he do? He was in the same boat. They both sat there unable to stop Lady Death's taunts. He knew more than anyone what she wanted with their son. He knew what fate awaited him.

Caged and cornered, Kaylee paced. She squeezed her eyes shut as her mother pressed soft warm hands to her cheeks. The warmth was welcomed but when she opened her eyes there was a pleading. Kaylee needed her space. She nodded silently to Carol, accepted the loving kiss on her cheek and allowed her mother one last goodnight kiss atop Damien's head before the Colonel along with Sophie guided everyone out of the room.

And then the silence was deafening. The only sounds were the creaks in the floor as Kaylee walked back and forth. "Sophie's room is on the other side of the hall." She mumbled "I'm sure she wouldn't mind if we slept there." 

Kaylee tried to offer a solution. Knowing there was no possible way she was going to stay in this room now marked by Lady Death. Nor was she going to sleep tonight.

Tears welled in the corner of her eyes. A mix of frustration, anger, and terror pulsed through her veins. How was she supposed to protect him from someone like Lady Death? A thing as old as the universe itself. A concept in corporal form. She tried to breath but the air got caught in her chest. The panic daring to bubble to the surface but she couldn't break. Not now. Not while she was holding Damien. So she kept pacing. Ignoring the stabbing pain in her abdomen with each step.

What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do? She asked over and over in her head. No answers came to her. "I won't let her take him." She shook her head, the anger laced in her voice. "I don't care if I have to hunt down every infinity stone. Open a damn Stargate to every alternate universe and get the help of every Wanda and Strange and stone and otger mes and other yous and other Avengers and maybe throw some X-Men in there for good measure. I will find a way to kill her before she touches my son again." She said determined, but her voice cracked and wavered. 

[theglasscat]

What are your fav ASMR channels? And/or your fav triggers?

Yaaasss I'm gonna go off

Angelica (angelicasgrass) aka The Plague Nun is my all time fave but she doesn't give me ASMR triggers necessarily. I like how her work is almost a drag performance of the ASMR medium.

The first channel I ever caught onto was ALB in Whisperland, but since she doesn't do my triggers as often I don't often listen, but her work is very polished and well made.

For crisp streamlined sounds I enjoy ASMR Midnight, Be Brave Be You ASMR, Lizi ASMR, and Rea Moon ASMR. gnarlyasmr has had some really nice makeup videos I've enjoyed recently. FreddieASMR is intensely tingly for me, a lesbian, and I can't imagine what his voice does to people who are attracted to him. ATMOSPHERE ASMR is soooo good and the productions are incredible. Her harpy video and Victorian series are so good.

I really like lofi and old school ASMR, like made in Photobooth or on a laptop webcam asmr. My faves are when someone sits in their bedroom and there's cars outside and the audio is a little janky. I've seen a lot of ASMRtists go from this to the big time and I often drop off my following when this happens. Ocean ASMR when she posted from her teen bathroom and Laura Lemurex were ones where I used to follow consistently until they became really streamlined. I like to type in "makeup roleplay asmr" and hit the "this week" filter to find grainy and unpolished ASMR sounds from channels with like 10 views. I channel hop a lot and click on interesting looking links from the recommendations page.

My triggers are face brushing, makeup roleplays personal attention, face touching or examining, drawing sounds, hair brushing, and hair washing puts me right to sleep (I'm so touch starved 75% of the time lol). I like touching the camera sounds as well. I dislike whispers and unintelligible mumbles, and prefer clear soft spoken work. I despise wet mouth sounds. Fluttering does nothing for me nor does vocally mimicking the sound of the brush with mouth clicking.

Here's a protip: If the woman in the thumbnail is wearing gloss the sounds will be heavy on the wet (chances are she even reapply that gloss 9-10 times) and if she's wearing matte lipstick or no lipstick it will be crispier sounds. Does this make sense?

Honorable mentions: Scottish Blueberry's Saturday makeup roleplays, Jonie ASMR's long videos, Slumber Space ASMR's WLW videos (I have a crush), Goodnight Moon's Babblebrook series, Soft Spoken Makeup Artist Roleplay by QueenofSerene ASMR (12 Years Ago), Superfly and her sister doing makeup on each other, this one where a girl in her room witnesses a car accident off camera and at the end you hear the sirens I cannot find it it is lost to time, an exquisite Worst Reviewed Makeup Artist Roleplay where the woman spends chunks of time gossiping in another language with her neighbor slightly to the left of frame (the artist said that would be her only ASMR video), You Did a Great Job Today's makeup on screen pieces, and of course the Bee Movie extravaganza which is essentially a catalogue of every mainstream ASMRtist in the last 10 years if you need a fun place to start.

[alakazamlet]

I really sincerely appreciate it when my friends express the general sentiment of “You can talk about your special interests with me! I LOVE hearing about the things that make you happy!”, but I think that they say it without realizing how bad my taste actually is lmao

[babybluebex]

Hi for ur 4K celebration can I have a Simon Feck with forbidden romance / there’s only one bed please !! I love Simon thank u ur a fabulous writer !!

oooh yes!! i love simon, he's SUCH a sweet baby

(tumblr is gonna ruin the quality of this gif but i tried, i'm a writer not a gif maker)

i also kinda subverted the one bed trope, you'll see ;)

You knew better than to get involved with an asset. That's what Simon was supposed to be to you: nothing more than part of your job. Your boss Roy was tasked with protecting Simon, an incredible genius that created the Zephyr battery when he was just a year removed from high school and now, several years after, Simon's life was in danger.

But, you considered, was sharing a bed with him really getting involved?

It was around midnight on the Austrian train, and you and Simon had been getting along well up to that point. He had shared his iPod during the ride, loaded almost exclusively with Hall & Oates, and he had told you stories that made you laugh. You were housed up in the same small train cabin, him on the bottom bunk with you on the top, and you had been lulled to sleep by the constant hum of the train. You were halfway aware of Simon still awake below you, but you didn't worry too much; he would eventually fall asleep.

You were woken up by movement in the room, and you were instantly alert, the way that Roy had taught you. Your gun was under your pillow, just in case you needed it at the drop of a dime, the safety on, and you grabbed it quickly. A second's examination, though, showed you that it was just Simon, standing up out of bed and absently looking around the cabin. "Si?" you asked, and the tall man turned to look at you. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and something about the lack of them made him look older and more handsome. Yes, during the day, you had admired the golden glints in his dark ginger hair and his big green eyes, but the silver moonlight coming through the window washed him in a beautiful light. "Everything alright?"

"I just can't sleep," he mumbled. He wiped at his eyes and looked out the window, then back to you. "It sounds stupid and I promise that I'm not trying to do anything, b-but can you— Do you think it would be possible for you to-to get in bed with me? J-Just until I fall asleep! I’m just having a hard time, it’s cold a-and I’m kinda scared—“

“No worries, Si,” you told him. "I understand. Is there room for me down there?"

Simon looked down to his bunk and nodded, and you got out of your bunk, leaving your gun in its place. You let Simon slip in first, his back against the wall, and you went in after him. The small space forced you two close together, and his arm slowly wrapped around your waist. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"No, it's okay," you told him, and you slowly took off his glasses and placed them on the table just out of reach of the bed. "Small space, right?"

"I-If someone comes for me," Simon started. "You'll protect me, right?"

"Of course I will," you told him, and you brushed his hair from his face. "I'll look after you, honey."

"Okay," Simon nodded. "Th-Thanks. Umm, goodnight."

The tug in your chest couldn't be ignored, and you said, "Wait, Simon. Um... I feel stupid asking, but... Can I kiss you?"

The man's eyes widened for a moment, and he said, "I-I've never been kissed before. Is that a problem?"

"No, honey," you assured him. You smoothed your thumb down his cheek, letting your finger rest on his bottom lip, and you added, "That's not a problem for me." Without delay, you moved closer to him, and you nudged his nose with yours. He breathed heavily, almost a gasp, and you said, "Y'know, when we're trained at the FBI, we're told not to fall in love with assets or marks. I think I failed at that."

"All the better for me, right?" Simon chuckled, and you laughed.

"Yeah," you said. "Yeah. Better for you."

[cherrycheridarling]

lockscreen | t.h.

tom holland x famous!reader

warnings: none just fluff

summary: tom goes on jimmy fallon for a game of 'show me your phone'. being the oblivious child he is, tom forgets about his lockscreen.

wc: 1.4k

"Welcome back! We're here again with the star of the Spider-Man series, Tom Holland!" Jimmy's announcement drew cheers from the audience. "Tonight, we are going to be playing a game called 'Show Me Your Phone'."

Jimmy went on to explain the game to the crowd as Tom sat across from him patiently waiting. Jimmy pressed on the button first and ended up showing the world that his last photo was a selfie taken minutes ago in the washroom. That gained a lot of laughs. Then it was Tom's turn.

"I'm terrified. I don't even know what's on my phone." Tom shook his hands before firmly pushing the button. It landed on the iMessage icon. "Oh? My last text message convo?" he began to unlock his phone. Eyes skimming over his lockscreen.

"Yup, and once it's locked in, you can't touch it." Jimmy reminded him of the rules as Tom quickly skimmed through his last conversation.

Tom ran a hand down his face before chuckling, "Oh, geez. Alright, some context, I needed help picking a tie for tonight and my mate, Harrison, is nowhere near helpful."

He placed his phone in front of the camera as the conversation appeared for the audience to read.

Tom: haz what tie? red or blue?

Harrison: youre ugly either way

Tom: you look like dolores umbridge. pick a tie ffs

Harrison: mm my babe umbridge. jokes. i'd say purple

Tom: you're gross and no help at all

Harrison: have fun babe the bed is waiting for you

Tom: don't make me puke before i go on the show

Harrison: puke on me daddy

The crowd bursted out into laughter along with Jimmy as Tom covered his beet red face in embarrassment. "He is going to kill me for showing that." Tom was laughing as he spoke.

"That's hilarious! Okay, my turn." Jimmy ended up sharing a voice memo of him reminding himself to do chores around the house.

Tom wiped his hands on his pants before pushing the large button again. It landed on the lock icon. "What does that mean?"

"You have to share your lockscreen."

Tom's posture visibly stiffened at the information given. He wished he had gotten some warning before coming on the show. A caution sign telling him to erase everything on the iPhone.

His lockscreen was a memory. A keepsake. You. A piece of his heart. A reminder of happiness and the loving moments you shared with one another. It was taken a little over a year ago at Zendaya's house for a get-together with a few close friends.

You were propped up on the kitchen island, a wide smile on your face. Tom standing in between your legs with his back to your chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he tilted his head and placed a kiss on your cheek. Jacob Batalon had captured the moment. A heartwarming interaction that you had both done an outstanding job at keeping under wraps.

You had been dating for nearly two years. How you had managed to keep it hidden for such an extended amount of time was a wonder to everyone who knew, including yourselves. It wasn't that you were both set on no one ever finding out, you just never saw the need to. It was your relationship, only meant to be shared between the two of you.

Tom hoped you wouldn't be mad if the world found out, but he enjoyed the privacy and the feeling of having something that was only his. Something he didn't have to share with the globe. Tom debated on his options. Showing the picture and making headlines for the next week or refusing to do so and ruining the game while making everyone suspicious of him.

The former won.

"Okay, um." Tom nervously let out a laugh, "Surprise?"

With shaking hands, he placed his locked phone on the stand and avoided looking into the crowd as reactions varied throughout the studio. Gasps, cheers, 'aww's, even some screams. Both of his hands shielded his expression from the cameras as he allowed the audience to examine the photo.

"Oh, my god! W-what?!" Jimmy stammered, shocked what his eyes saw, "That's Y/N Y/L/N! A-are you two?" his eyes flicked from the phone to Tom.

Tom nodded slowly, "Yeah, yeah. It is and we are. Nearly two years steady." this intel drew more shocked reactions from the habitants of the studio.

"This is amazing! We love Y/N! But wow, how did no one know?!" Jimmy was still in disbelief.

Tom smiled at your name, "I may be loose-lipped with movie spoilers, but this is proof that I can keep secrets."

Jimmy's mouth was agape, "I have so many questions and you are so lucky that we are out of time."

Tom released a breath he didn't know he was holding as Jimmy said goodbye to the cameras and they stopped recording.

As Tom made his way backstage to head to his hotel, his heart began to beat out of his chest as he thought about your reaction.

-

Lounging on his hotel comforter, Tom pulled out his phone once again and clicked on your contact. m'lady. Pressing the FaceTime icon.

Your bright smile lit up the screen, illuminating his mood like the sun on a stormy day.

"Hello, lover. To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?" you chuckled while sitting up against the headboard of your bed, Tessa laying beside you.

Tom couldn't suppress his grin at your presence even if it was through a screen, "Hi, darling. I didn't know if you would be awake. Isn't it nearly three in the morning there?"

You nodded and pushed your glasses up on your nose, "Had to run some lines with Tess before filming tomorrow. She's a great actress." you panned the camera over to the sleeping pup.

"Sometimes I think you're only with me for my dog." he joked with a light laugh.

"Shoot. I thought I had you fooled." you teased back, "Why did you call, bum?"

He scratched the back of neck and avoided looking at the screen. That was enough for you to know that something was up.

"What part of your movie did you spoil this time?" you chuckled.

Tom shook his head with a smile, brown curls flopping on his head, "Nothing about my film, love. More or less about us." he mumbled the last bit, but you heard it.

Your shoulders tensed involuntarily, "I'm gonna need more information than that."

"We were playing a game where you have to show certain things on your phone and I had to show my lockscreen and, well, you know what my lockscreen is." his nerves grew with every second that your face stayed expressionless.

"Okay. How did they react?" you stifled a yawn.

Tom's eyebrows furrowed at your response, "Y-you're not mad?"

You chuckled, "Do you want me to be mad?"

"No, no, no." he quickly protested, "I just didn't know if you were ready to tell the world about us and I'm sorry for not informing you before making that big of a step in our relationship."

You smiled at the caring boy in your life. His thoughtfulness overpowering any negative emotions that could've surfaced. You weren't mad at all. Two years was a long time to keep a relationship hidden especially when both of the parties are well known to the public.

"No need to apologize, mi amor. It was about time everyone found out. Long overdue if you ask me. I would've appreciated a heads up, but I'm not mad." you insisted, and it was true.

Tom visibly relaxed at your words, "The audience was shocked and some gushed and screamed. Can't wait to see the headlines and news articles tomorrow."

"I can see it now: 'Spider-Man Actor, Tom Holland and Actress, Y/N Y/L/N's Hidden Love'." you spoke in a mocking voice making your boyfriend laugh.

"Can't forget; 'All the evidence of their relationship that the public overlooked'." he joked in the same tone as you both laughed together joyously.

Your laughter died down while a peaceful smile lingered on your lips, "I'm glad you had fun tonight. I should get some rest. Need to be in hair and makeup at seven."

He nodded understandingly, "Have fun on set, darling. I'll talk to you later. Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, lover." you gave a little wave before ending the call.

[mypoisonedvine]

artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you'll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that's all.

word count: 4k, somehow...

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team.  But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

He was tired of waiting for the perfect opportunity to rescue you and show you that he was the perfect guy for you.  He was tired of waiting for you to figure out that he could be everything you needed if you just let him.  So, he figured he needed to manufacture a chance to save you; he needed to take away some things just to bring them back, show you what it was like to let him take care of you.

Getting close to you was easy, you were teammates and friends so you trusted him.  The tricky thing was he didn't want you to know it was him, so he used your trust to lure you right into his trap.

Movie night tonight? There’s some cheesy slasher playing at the drive in at 1930, he texted you as soon as he could to the showtime to decrease the odds of you having any time to tell anyone about your plans to meet up with him; he’d rather not have the heat of being the last person to see you before your disappearance.

yeah sure!  are you driving? you replied almost instantly.

Yep, I’ll pick you up at S Lamar and Hanover in 10, he informed you, knowing it was close to your apartment but far away from any security cameras or likely witnesses.

He parked a block away and walked around the corner to see you standing there under the flickering streetlight looking at your phone.  You were waiting for him, and as he hid behind cover to come closer, you were clearly looking around for where he might be.  Thankfully, you didn't see him or his tranq gun, and he got your neck on the first shot.

He ran to catch you before you fell, relishing the weight of your body limp and pliant in his arms.  Somehow, he resisted the urge to play with you now, knowing it would be worth the wait to let his whole plan come to fruition.

//

The room he locked you in was dark and damp, barely any light but enough to see the half-full water bottle he left for you; your chain was short but you could reach everything you needed.  It broke his heart to hear your cries but he had to ignore them, if he came in now it wouldn't make sense.  He needed to be patient.

When the video feed from his camera inside showed that you'd fallen asleep for the night, he snuck in to bring you a new water bottle and a little granola bar since you'd screamed all day about being hungry.  You seem surprised when you woke up and saw it, quickly grabbing the bar but taking a long time to examine and smell it first before eating, like you were afraid it was poisoned.  But you ate, and drank your water, and waited for rescue.

Day 3 was the hardest to watch.  You tugged at your chain so much that he worried you'd hurt yourself.  He decided tomorrow was the last day because he couldn't take any more of this.

On the fourth day, he waited until you started to cry yourself to sleep before shutting down his equipment and finally coming to the door; he took a deep breath, preparing himself, before dramatically kicking it down and gasping when he saw you.  He called your name into the dark and you barely had the energy to open your eyes, poor thing.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he yelped, dashing over to where you were chained and picking at the lock.  "I'm gonna get you out, don't worry, you're safe now."

"Jensen...?" you mumbled sleepily, making him smile and stroke your face a little.  

"Yeah, I'm right here."

//

He carried you to his car and drove you home-- not your old home, your new one which also happened to be his apartment.

"I think it's time to wake up, I'm guessing you wanna take a shower," he cooed at your sleeping form, watching you stir in his arms before finally blinking your eyes open and looking up at him.

"Oh," you whispered.  "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes," he laughed, "you've been out the whole ride here."

"Oh…” you repeated, “and where are we?"

"My apartment.  I didn't want to leave you alone right now."

You nodded, seemingly in agreement.  "You can put me down now."

He reluctantly did as you'd asked, watching you carefully put weight back on your legs.

"Woah!" he chuckled when you wobbled a bit, reaching out to catch you, but you recovered.

"Thank you," you whispered, and he smiled at you.

"Just wish I'd found you sooner.”

"Um, you said I can take a shower?"

"Yeah, down that hall, first door on the right.  I'll bring you some clothes,” he explained, and you smiled weakly before navigating your way to the bathroom.

//

You looked so good in his clothes that his heart skipped a beat when he saw you step out into the living room.  The t-shirt that was almost too tight on him was baggy on you, reminding him of how delicate you were in so many ways, how much bigger he was than you.

It reminded him that if he really wanted to, he could force himself on you and you'd be helpless to stop him.  But that wasn't what he wanted.  It was going to be so much better this way.

"Wanna go to bed now?  I'll take the couch," he offered.

"N-no," you stammered, and he gave you a quizzical look.  "I don't… I don't want you that far away."

"Okay, I could sleep on the floor," he bargained instead, "in my room, with you."

"No," you sighed again, "then I won't be able to see you."

"I'll be right there," he reminded you.

"It's a king, right?  You can share with me."

"Are you sure?" he pressed.  "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, please, this is the only way I'll be comfortable."

"Okay," he smiled, guiding you to the bedroom.  He let you watch him take off his shirt and smirked a little when he saw you ogling.

"I usually just sleep in boxers," he admitted nervously.  "I'll put on some pajama pants at least."

"It's fine, really," you smiled.  "I don't wanna be any more of a burden than I already am."

"You're not a burden."

"And I'm not gonna wear pants to bed anyways," you shrugged.

"O-oh."

But he hadn't given you a new pair of panties to wear because he didn't have any to give you.  Which meant that if you took off the sweats he'd given you, that'd leave you in his shirt and nothing else.

He tried not to let that thought go straight to his cock as he unbuttoned and pushed down his pants, seeing you conflicted on where to look, before getting in bed.  You did the same, taking the sweats off once you were under the covers and tossing them out from under the blanket.

"Goodnight," he smiled as he turned off the lamp, hearing you whisper it back before starting to shift around and get comfortable.

He didn't have to wait nearly as long as he had expected to hear you meekly whisper, "Jensen?"

"Yeah, is everything alright?" he asked, voice full of concern.

"I… I don't want to ask you for anything else…" you sighed.

"No, hey, it's okay," he assured, "ask for anything."

"Would you, um, would you hold me?" 

He cleared his throat a little.  "If you need me to."

"Please, it's the only way I'll be able to sleep."

He sighed a little but relented, coming over to your side of the bed and spooning you, gingerly laying one arm over you and trying to avoid touching you anywhere too personal.

"Thank you," you sighed sleepily.

"Whatever you need,” he assured.

"Jake, why are you doing all this for me?" you asked quietly, turning back a little to look at him.

"You're my teammate, nobody gets left behind,” he explained.  “Besides, this is all my fault anyways.  You were waiting for me when they got you."

"No, Jake, don't say that.  It's not your fault."

"Alright, but it's not yours either.  You didn't deserve that."

“You’re right, but I don’t deserve this either,” you mumbled.

“Yes, you do.”

You shifted slightly against him, humming contentedly, and he groaned.

"I think maybe we should stop," he hissed, pulling away— but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"No, wait," you whimpered.  "Why?  What’s wrong?"

"I, uh, I guess I'm just experiencing some of the consequences of laying in bed with a beautiful woman…"

"Huh?"

"The, um, the biological consequences."

"I— oh,” you whispered.

"Yeahhh...” he trailed off awkwardly.

"No, hey, it's okay.  I don't mind, I mean, you can't help it,” you shrugged.

"Sorry, I'm not normally this easily amused but it's been a while, so…"

"I understand," you assured, "really, it's okay… just don't go."

He just barely heard your gasp as he pressed himself against you, his shaft cradled perfectly between each soft globe of your ass.  "Is this okay?" he asked quietly.

"Y-yeah," you answered, making him suppress a laugh since it was obvious you were noticing his size.  He would bet a grand at least that you were getting wet right now, if he had anyone to bet against.

Your back arched a little, pushing your ass into him with more force, and you actually started to rock your hips ever so slightly.

"Stop moving," he hissed through his teeth.  

"I'm not…" you denied weakly.

"Yes you are, you're… rubbing yourself on me."

"I'm sorry, it just feels good,” you admitted sleepily, surprising him with your forwardness.  “You like it too, right?"

"Yes, but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you,” he admitted worriedly.

"You're not,” you promised, “you did so much for me— you saved me— and I want to help you, too.  You said it's been a while since you were with anybody, I could help you out… you know, you could rub up against me until you…"

He groaned a little but leaned in closer until his lips were right against your ear.  "Are you sure?  Don't do me any favors, you don't owe me anything."

"I want you to," you assured, making him smile and nod a bit, taking a moment to enjoy a deep breath as he prepared himself.

Carefully, he began to rock his hips forward, rubbing his cock on you through his boxers.  Even with a layer of cotton in the way he could feel your warmth, he could imagine how smooth your skin was.  If you hadn't been able to make out the shape of him before, you certainly could now— the ridge of his head was probably digging into you, and on particularly long thrusts he could feel your ass against his balls (which, inversely, meant you could feel his balls against your ass).

He held your hips as he picked up his pace a bit, grinding into you and breathing heavily in your ear.  You gasped and tried to hide a moan by biting your lip but he heard it.  It was even more obvious when he whispered your name to you, heavy with desire, and rubbed your spine with his finger.  Your back arched even further, inviting him to push harder against you until he felt the slightest wet patch forming on his boxers— not from him, from you.  It made his cock throb and his breath catch in his throat.

Overcome with need, he pushed his boxers down quickly before getting back to it, both of you moaning at the feeling of his skin on yours.  He was so close to your pussy he could hardly stand it, and he knew you must be dripping right now, desperate to be filled.  He could probably slip right in and you wouldn't even stop him, but that wasn't what he needed from you right now.  You needed to ask him for it.  He knew you wanted it, but he needed you to know you wanted it.

A drop of precum formed at his slit, smearing onto your skin and easing his way further.  

"I want you to feel good, too," he whispered.  "I don't just want to use you."

He pushed his cock down and slipped it between your thighs instead, sliding right against your wet, silky folds.  You whined beautifully as he thrusted forward, your thighs clenching (and therefore gripping him even tighter) when his cock slid right over your clit.

Your wetness was plentiful enough to drench him just from this, so he already knew the answer but he still asked, "does it feel good?"

"Yes," you sighed.  "Yes, it's good…"

He knew he could make you come like this, and he knew exactly how to, but that wouldn't get him what he wanted.  Instead he only gave you enough to keep you on the edge, moving too slow to really let you finish.  You even tried to move faster but his grip on your hips was too tight, keeping you still so he could savor his own pace and keep you desperate.

"Fuck me," you moaned.  

"I don't have a condom," he whispered nervously.

"I don't care, just please…"

That was all the encouragement he needed, pulling back enough to guide his head to your entrance before sliding right in.  Your wet, hot walls stretched open to accept him, struggling against his girth but eventually giving way.

Your hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside you; he delicately grabbed your wrist and guided your hand back to your chest where he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"Baby," he moaned into your ear as his hips met yours.  "This is my pussy now."

You gasped and shivered in his arms, eyes falling shut as he pulled back and pushed in again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could push himself.

Your moans were perfect, even better than the ones he'd heard when he hacked into your webcam because it wasn't just your fingers or toy anymore, it was him— exactly what you'd always needed, whether you knew it or not.  He'd dreamed of this for so long and now that he had you he couldn't imagine ever letting you go.  Every inch of your channel was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last.

"That's it, baby, take all of me," he purred when he pressed deep into your cunt, holding your hips so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you.  You made the cutest little choking noise and he kissed your neck while trying his best to make you do it again, moving faster and slapping his hips against yours more firmly.

"Jake," you managed to whimper, and he groaned through his teeth.

"Yeah, I'm right here," he promised.  "That's me inside you, sweetheart, that's my cock filling you up."

He leaned back slightly and pulled your ass apart so he could see his cock stretching you out, disappearing into your body.  It made his head fall back for a moment before he pulled you close again and started thrusting faster.  He reached around and brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, "Jake, right there… I'm gonna come…"

He laughed a little, kissing your ear as a show of approval.  "Baby, you're so sensitive," he praised, giving your clit a little spank.  You cried out and shuddered, bouncing yourself back on his cock, meeting his thrusts.  Amused by your neediness, he stopped moving and watched you go.

"There you go, sweetheart, fuck yourself with my cock.  Make yourself come."

You whined and kept going, your ass slapping against his hips loudly.  He kept rubbing your clit as you worked his cock, your walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and your body beginning to shake.

The absolute second he heard you cry out with pleasure as you reached the peak, he grabbed you and rolled both of you over until you were on your stomach and he was brutally fucking you into the mattress.  He could still feel you pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper.

"That's it, keep fuckin' coming for me," he groaned.  "Gimme one more and then I'm gonna fill you up."

"Jake!" you yelped, grabbing onto the pillow and even biting it as he slammed into you.  

"You're so good, baby, your pussy feels so good," he growled, pinning you down by your shoulders as he sped up even more.  He laughed when he felt your walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting your swollen clit with each thrust.  "Gonna come again already, baby?  Just from my cock?"

"Yes," you sobbed hoarsely, "yes, Jake, I'm gonna come again— oh my god, please don't stop…"

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured.  "You take it so fuckin' good, sweetheart, like you were made for it.  Like you were made for me."

You moaned loudly and he took the opportunity to spank you— not incredibly hard but enough to make you whine a bit… and get even wetter.

"Oh fuck, you like that huh?" he purred with a grin.  "You like it rough."

"Yes, fuck, I love it," you agreed with a moan.  "I'm— I'm coming, Jake, don't stop."

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled, "I can feel it.  Feels so good when you come on my cock, baby…"

You went suddenly from arching your back and gripping the pillow to falling limp and relaxing, your body his toy now as he fucked you to the point of overstimulation.  Your moans were exhausted and muffled now, your walls clinging to him desperately as he continued stroking every sensitive place he could reach (which was all of them).

He could so easily pull out and paint your back, or jerk himself off over your ass, but if he was going to claim your body then he was going to do it right.  

He didn't warn you in advance, just in case you suddenly decided to tell him to pull out, but he did make sure you knew what he was doing.  "Fuck, I'm coming!" he moaned as his cock flexed and his seed filled you, still thrusting in time with each pump of his release.  It was nearly overwhelming, physically and psychologically.  He was finally filling you like he'd fantasized about basically every time he got off since he met you, finally making you his the way you should've been from the beginning.

He sighed and laid down on top of you, smiling as he kissed all over your face, neck, shoulders, and back.

You giggled sleepily, but whined when he tried to pull out, bringing your legs up to hold him inside.  "Don't go yet," you pleaded.

"Okay, baby, I'll stay right here until you fall asleep," he promised.  "Goodnight, beautiful…"

//

Not only could he not think of a night he'd slept better in his life, but he was pretty sure this was the best any man had slept in the history of sleep.  But even then, he wasn't at all disappointed when you woke him up.

"Good morning," you whispered in his ear with a giggle, making him blink his eyes open and look down at where you were resting your face on his chest.

"Good morning," he returned with a grin, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

"Last night was… pretty amazing," you smiled coyly, and he stroked your cheek as he felt it warm even more.

"Yeah, you have no idea," he chuckled, lifting your head so he could give you a kiss.  It was supposed to be quick and wholesome but you deepened it instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck.  

Just as you started to climb up to straddle him, he heard your stomach loudly growl and he pulled back to laugh.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it sounds like you've got some other needs to take care of first," he smirked.

"Ugh, you're right," you sighed, "I'm going raid your kitchen."

"No, let me do that, I'll make you something— whatever you want," he offered, starting to sit up, but you pushed him back down.

"Jake, you've done enough for me already.  I don't even know what I want, that's why I wanna go look at what you have."

"If you insist," he relented, watching you hop out of bed and playfully smacking your ass when it was within reach.  You giggled and scampered away, leaving him to lay back and put his hands up behind his head, taking a deep breath of satisfaction.  His plan had not only worked but gone beyond his expectations— clearly you had wanted this, on some level, from the beginning, you were too eager for him to believe otherwise.  But that didn't matter now, because you were finally his and it was exactly as he'd dreamed it would feel: right, undeniably and overwhelmingly right.

He decided to take a break from basking in his own glory for a while to get up and find some food for himself as well.  After all, he planned on fucking you at least one more time today so he'd need lots of energy to keep him going.

He slipped back on his boxers and walked to the kitchen, finding you there standing oddly still.  "What are you doing?" he asked with a bemused scoff.

"Jake…" you mumbled, staring into the cabinet blankly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping closer but stopping in his tracks when he saw what you were looking at: a six-pack box of granola bars.  He sighed a little as he internally chided himself for such a rookie mistake.  "Baby, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I… these… this is the same kind they gave me… it was the only thing I ate for almost four days."

"Oh my god," he whispered, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around you to try to soothe you.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories.  You only ate granola bars for four days?  Honey, you must be starving, please just let me cook you something—"

"No, not only granola bars: only a granola bar.  Just one…"

You reached up to grab the box but he held you tighter, trying to stop you.  Instead what happened was you accidentally knocked the box over, exactly five bars sliding out and landing on the floor with a crinkly thud.

You gasped with realization and tried to squirm away but his comforting hug turned into restraint instantly.  "Jake, let me go…"

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think I can do that."

"Jake, please," you begged with a sob.  "Why did you— how could you?"

"I know you had feelings for me, you just needed a little encouragement."

"Feelings for you?  I hate you!"

"Huh, that's odd, because I distinctly remember you begging me to fuck you last night,” he taunted.  “I remember you coming for me, twice.  Is that what you normally do when you hate somebody?"

"You're a monster," you sneered.

"And you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not," he chuckled, spinning you around to bend you over the counter, pressing his hips against yours as you whined and failed to squirm away.  "So you might as well let yourself like it."

[silkscream]

peter parker catching pickpocketer!reader and trying to stop them but ending up just stumbling over his words because they are insanely hot

pickpocket!reader makes me feel .... vjcvhfj idek how to describe

like i'm imagining this trope. of just myself dressed as the swiper fox from dora and i can't take it seriously but as a mild #shoplifter in my younger ages i will honor this request

It starts as an obsession in middle school, maybe, but you don't think of it as one. You just think of it as a new talent that you're picking up, that becomes a habit. A particularly illegal habit.

Your friends would tease you about being a kleptomaniac but they never knew the extent of how much it was real. Whenever you were at any kind of store, pickpocketing or shoplifting was an automatic occurrence. Like breathing.

You've gotten better at resisting because after being enrolled in university in the center of Manhattan, you're too occupied with your studies and social life to think about your old hobby. Your new friends are fully aware -- they're the ones that encouraged you when they met you in your freshman year.

Somewhere in Queens, there's a flea market, and with the bustling crowd of people at every single stand, you realize how easy it is for you to resume your mischievous activities. Tote bags that are wide open and unnoticed by the owners are exposed in plain sight and you're able to get several trinkets. Things like jewelry, candles, clothing -- they were perfect little prizes you could take for yourself as if you were a pirate.

When you pocket a ceramic little swan under the tent of some old lady who may be representing some hospice shop, Peter Parker is several feet away from you examining the quick swing of your arms.

He watches you steal the trinket right under his nose and he grimaces with advancement in his step, because he knows that this probably isn't a big deal, but also, the only other action he'd gotten today was rescuing a kitten from a tree.

He's quick to question you despite his voice not being threatening at all. He accuses you of stealing and you merely flash him a dopey smile, inching your face close to his and emitting a whisper that you don't recall crafting inside your head, but the sound of your voice compels Peter Parker regardless. The moment your face is inches from his, he doesn't remember how to breathe.

"It's not a big deal, promise," you say quietly, smirking as you back up and escape the premises. You're still walking along the next street when you get caught again, this time encountering Spider-Man.

"Miss! Shoplifting is illegal!" The suited body swings towards you as you run.

He's able to tackle you onto the ground, though the street is quiet and nearly suburban enough to not the attention of any other spectators. There's no one else walking along the sidewalk.

"You're turning me on, Spider-Man," you muse, grinning with all of your teeth like a predator. "Do you usually straddle everyone who breaks the roles?"

The way you drag out your last line makes Peter rake his eyes over the plumpness of your lips. He realizes how difficult it is to stay composed.

"Um..."

"Listen up."

From his flabbergasted state, you're able to wriggle out of his arms and dominate him with the heel of your boot to his chest.

"You're not gonna get up, okay? And you'll forget all about this because I happen to be taking from people who deserve it. Goodnight, sweetheart."

Quickly, you're able to escape his grasp and run away. You expect him to trail behind you -- the speech is for entertainment, and you're fully aware that you could go to jail tonight just because Spider-Man caught you -- but you're presently surprised when you're able to make it off the streets unscathed.

Further away, Peter Parker is hanging up his suit and marveling at the reddish bruises on his body, once that were inflicted in his attempts at trying to capture you. Something about the sound of your voice and the sharpness of your eyes made his stomach turn. From the time he steps into the shower into the time when he crawls into bed for the night, his brain is flooded with thoughts of you.