#i also don't have a drink or like popcorn because they apparently only had one snack stand open for the whole theatre

[binch-i-might-be]

oddly fitting that the last movie I saw in cinema back in 2019 was Cats. the first one I'm seeing back in cinema is Barbie. nature is healing

[sweetangerinee]

The witch of Hawkins (One Shot)

Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader (she/her)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None, though please do correct me if I'm wrong

Summary: When Steve is feeling sad an unexpected friend comes to see him (this is set in S3, but Eddie is already apart of Dustin and Steve's lives) Enjoy! :))

This idea was based off a request by @spoooodermann

Your brother Steve Harrington has been down in the dumps since his little best friend (Dustin Henderson) has gone to summer camp. You've tried to cheer him up but you've never been great at cheering up people.

He has his job at Scoops to keep him going and apparently he's made a friend with his coworker Robin. But you had no idea it was this bad, when your brother told you that Eddie Munson was coming over to hang out, you were shocked to say the least.

You knew Eddie, you were also a fellow 'freak' at Hawkins High but you never really talked to him, except from buying from him a couple of times. You were curious to see how tonight would go considering your brother was not the kind of person to 'hang out' with Eddie Munson.

LATER THAT DAY

You were in your room when you heard the doorbell go, you were just about to get it when you heard your brother shout "I'll get it!" You then instantly knew it was Eddie.

Your parents were on one of their holidays, they were never at home much anyway so it was always just you and your brother.

You heard the door closing and them talking downstairs. You got up and made your way downstairs to the kitchen when you passed them talking on the couch "Oh Y/N! This is Eddie, Eddie this is my sister Y/N" Eddie turned to look at you. "Wait Y/N as in the witch of Hawkins?" You chuckled, surprised that he remembered you. "Yes the one and only, nice to see you remembered me freak!" Eddie laughed.

You turned to Steve and asked "Anyways, what are you guys up to?" Steve looked confused at the whole interaction that just took place. "Oh we were about to watch some movie Eddie brought over, what's it called again?" Eddie picked up the VHS. "The Rocky Horror Picture Show, I saw it at Family Video and it looked interesting, have you seen it?" "Have I seen it? It's my favourite movie! Steve you should know that" You say as hitting your brother on the head.

"Sorry! Do you wanna watch it with us?" You pondered wether to say yes or not because you knew you would be geeking out the whole time but you decided there is never a bad way to watch Rocky Horror. "You know what I think I will"

You walked through to the kitchen and grabbed some popcorn and put it in the microwave as Steve walked through. "I didn't know you knew Eddie" He said as he came up beside you. "I don't really know him, we only saw eachother in school" Steve looked at you right in the eyes. "Are you sure? Because I've never seen him like that before" "Like what?" Steve paused, he looked as if he was trying to find the right word to say. "Love stuck?" "Shut up Steve no way!" You say as you get the popcorn and drinks for you three. "I don't know Y/N, he had that same look I have whenever I'm around Nance" "Okay first of all you need to get over Nancy Wheeler okay? And second, why are playing Cupid here? You've never shown interest in who I like until now" "Oh so you do like him?" "It doesn't matter, now come on we have a movie to watch" You were trying so hard to change the subject as you made your way back to the living room. "Okay suuuure change the subject but I think, no I'm sure he likes you"

You sat down on the couch next to Eddie and handed him a drink.

As the movie went on you kept noticing Eddie looking over at you, the first couple of times you thought it was just because you were mumbling along to the songs but whenever you looked back at him he would look the other way. Steve noticed too and kept nudging you everytime he did it, you turned and gave him a glare that let him know to stop doing it.

Meanwhile Eddie was head over heals, he had always thought you were attractive in school but he never made a move. So when he saw you come down the stairs he thought he was dreaming until Steve introduced you. He was even more shocked when you remembered who he was. You were just in your PJ's but he had never seen you more beautiful, it actually took his breath away. He didn't even pay attention to the movie because all he could hear was you singing along and he wanted so badly to tell you how good you were singing but he just kept quiet.

The movie finished and you turned to them to see what they thought. "Well what did you think?" Steve looked confused as he said "So those guys where aliens?" "Well yes, but what did you think?" "I thought it was good, a bit confusing but good. What about you Eddie?"

You both turned to Eddie. "Umm yeah I thought it was great! Loved the guy in the makeup" He said knowing well enough that he hadn't payed attention at all. "You mean Frank N' Furter? I dressed up as him for Halloween, one sec I'll go get the photos" You got up and run upstairs to get them.

"I know you didn't watch a second of that dude, do you like my sister?" Steve asked. "What? No I don't know what your taking about" Eddie wasn't fooling anyone, no wonder he kept failing drama at school if he couldn't even tell a white lie. "Munson I know that look in your eye, you have the hots for my sister and you should tell her!" Steve was more excited about this that you two. "Woah there Harrington! why are you so interested in this? it's not like you would want someone like me going out with your sister" Steve knew of Eddie's reputation and how he was not well liked by most of Hawkins, but he could tell whenever he was around him or when Dustin went on his many rambles about him that he was a good guy underneath it all. Also you didn't have good luck with boyfriends, so if him playing matchmaker meant you had a good boyfriend for once then he was more than willing to do so. "Eddie, she is going to kill me for saying this but she likes you too, she won't admit it but she definitely does" Eddie was about to say something as you came running down the stairs with a shoebox full of photos.

You sat in-between Eddie and Steve and started sifting through them to find the ones you were looking for, but you couldn't help but feel tension in the air. You wonder if Steve had said to something to Eddie as you were upstairs but that thought drifts away as you find the photos you were looking for. "Here they are!" You say as you handed the polaroids to Eddie.

Eddie could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he was looking at pictures of you in your red corset and stockings. "You look amazing in these Y/N" Eddie blurted out. You started blushing at his compliment and Steve was definitely noticing it. "Thanks Munson, this whole metalhead look you've got now suits you too" The last time you saw him his hair was only a little grown out and he didn't seem to know who he was but you could tell he has definitely found himself since then.

Eddie was full on about to melt into a puddle on the floor when he looked at his watch. "Shit it's 11 already? I told Wayne I'd be back by now" He said as he stood up. "Oh don't worry, I can drive you home if you want" You offer. "Nah it's okay I have my van with me, thank you for the offer though" He made his way to the door as he realised that he still had one of your photos in his hand. "Oh here's your photo back" You reach out to grab it when you then decide.

"Actually you can keep it, get home safe!" Eddie took it in his hand and opened the door "Thank you! See you guys later Harringtons!" "See you later Munson!" Steve shouts as you close the door behind Eddie.

"You totally have a crush on Eddie and he totally likes you back!" Steve said as he was pointing at you. Well there was no point in denying it now "Okay maybe I have a tiny crush on Munson but who said anything about him liking me back?" You say as you are cleaning up the snacks you guys had eaten during the film and walking to the kitchen, Steve follows you. "He does he told me when you went upstairs!" You put the rubbish in the bin then made you way towards the stairs. "Sure Steve! I love you and goodnight" You shout as you make your way to your room. "Love you too! Have fun dreaming about Eddie" "Shut up!"

You close your bedroom door and lie down on your bed. You didn't know for sure how Eddie felt about you but you did know one thing.

You have a massive thing for Eddie Munson.

Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed! I would love any feedback anyone has :))

Requests are also open so feel free to send them <33

[ravenite-void]

Your tags are phenomenal. I want to make popcorn and watch the drama of this crossover play out 👀🍿

Thank you!

Grab a snack (or seven) and something to drink because this will take a while...

In MCU Loki has Magic™ and is a shapeshifter. Either could be substituted by Star Wars equivalents, the Force and Loki being a shapeshifting species such as Shi'ido, but that seems a bit boring. So maybe Loki was brought into the Jedi Order later in his life and somehow is also a long lived human (it's debatable, but no one wants to question it) or just sneaks off to learn things. Or they're just from a planet where there was a Force event chaos some thousand or more years earlier that affected the surviving population.

(tossing in the "read more" bit because I went wild)

Now, aside from Loki just coming up to Obi-Wan and telling him he's not ready for a padawan yet and practically running off with screaming Anakin, (she still has bite scars on her right arm from that event) and their subsequent shenanakins, it just doesn't seem enough to take only Loki and throw them into a different universe.

The depths of Coruscant are obscure, many gangs fighting with each other, consequences of which are felt across the stars by many. One of such gangs, though more of a spy operation of sorts that keeps tabs of everything happening alongside but out of the scopes of the Republic Intelligence Agency, is headed by a guy codenamed Fury. A strange guy with seemingly strange powers, as if seeing through walls and things before they happen. It's quite known he hates the Jedi Master Loki, if only for the insistency of the Jedi on screwing up Fury's work. Loki thinks it's hilarious.

Anakin, the insecure and anxious child wants to learn about the Force far beyond the things taught to padawans in the Jedi Temple. Loki thinks it's hilarious to send her padawan to sneak into the holocron vault. After all, they had done it before! Cannot be that hard. It takes Anakin four tries and a threat to one of his peer to finally get through unnoticed. Obi-Wan is relieved Loki took Anakin as his padawan instead.

You cannot take Count Dooku into custody when you don't know which one is the right one. Anakin thought it amusing to lock up his own master in one of the cells in the Temple, up until Loki was finally let out and somehow made all of Anakin's clothes neon pink and poisonous green. Anakin would do it again.

There are infuriatingly many accounts of the chancellor's fateful visit to Chandrilla. No one an exactly tell what happened either, if only because Loki tells a different story each time and Anakin, as the dutiful padawan he is, defers to his master. A few themes are in common with most official version. Chancellor died (a result no one but a single conspiracy group denies) and apparently a terrorist group was involved. If either of the chaotic master & padawan duo were to tell the truth it was that an assassin from Bando Gora wanted to sacrifice the chancellor to fuel a dark side ritual, which involved manually killing him with a knife. Loki thought the debris from administrative building would not hit the chancellor, something Anakin may or may not have been responsible for, but it didn't work. Both of them found it all the more hilarious when upon searching the late politician's things revealed rather suspicious items linking him to the Sith. Anakin may have been only 16 at the time, but Loki, irresponsible as he is, took them both for drinks.

Loki's homeworld is probably called Asgard or some fancy version of it. They also have a brother! Unless Thor is relevant to the story, their relation is similar or maybe even a bit worse than in MCU. The planet could be somewhere in the unknown regions, perhaps one hyperspace jump away from Ilum. Could be rich in Kyber crystals too, since in the first Thor movie Asgard is shown to have completely crystal bottom.

In part, Loki's chaotic demeanour is their comping mechanism. They'd be like that no matter what, really, but it is there. It takes Anakin several years in her constant company to see through it. Loki is broken, his heart shattered over people they had loved only for them to die or push Loki out of their lives. And in that grief Anakin sees himself. Anakin learns to cope better than he would with a traditional Jedi.

When Loki heard of the fate of Anakin's mother, left on Tatooine in slavery, he takes a deep breath and Anakin learns quite a few new curse words from languages across the galaxy. Then he learns how to steal a Jedi ship from under the noses of the council.

Feel free to add more...

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hcs series detailing what it is like to be a manager for the various haikyuu teams

karasuno | seijoh |

warnings - swearing

word count - 2.1k

you weren't immune to oikawa's charms, but being friends with him since middle school meant you were the least likely in the school to fall for him (you were also the least likely person he would mess with in that way, especially as iwaizumi would happily punch him for the trouble)

this meant you were a perfect candidate for manager of the team

when you all been first years, the team had come up to you and begged

ultimately, it had been iwaizumi who had finally convinced you (the sight of him almost begging you would be forever ingrained in your mind. boy did not want to be the only one responsible for oikawa)

by the time you reached your third year, you were immensely glad that you had agreed to manage the team

at times, it had been tough. dealing with oikawa's jealous fangirls often felt like a full time job. the amount of times you had sprinted into the club room to the shock of the team was ridiculous

one day, you had dived through the door, yelling for then to shut and lock the door as you crashed to the floor

iwaizumi had been by your side in an instant, worried gaze assessing you for injuries. when you let out a wince, rubbing at you arm, he was automatically assessing it for damage

"it's not broken," he assured you, giving your head an affection pat before his gaze turned to oikawa, eyes narrowing. "call your fucking fangirls off, shittykawa"

"i've tried," he whined, giving you an apologetic look. "clearly their love for me is too strong"

"maybe if they actually spoke to you, they'd realise what a crap personality you have," sighed matsukawa, slapping oikawa on the back affectionately and then holding the hand up to receive a high five from hanamaki

slowly, hesitantly, you moved over to the door, pressing your ear to the surface. through the wood, you could the girls, their high-pitched voices grating at your nerves

“i really fucking hate them,” you grumbled, moving away to sit on the floor beside hanamaki, who wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you leaned against his shoulder. “why did i let you convince me to join this club?”

this was directed to iwaizumi, who had the good idea to look sheepish. oikawa, on the other hand, collapsed down on the floor in front of you and spread out his arms. “because you love us, y/n-chan”

“not you,” you scoffed, poking him in the chest. he pouted

“that’s no way to talk to your childhood friend”

“it is when they have a swarm of jealous fangirls after you”

oikawa looked like he was about to reply, but a clip to the ear by iwaizumi was enough to distract him. he turned to his friend with a cry of outrage, beginning to bicker with the ace

while you would usually tell them to shut up, pull them apart, you couldn’t really be bothered. breaking up fights was for when you were on duty. training hadn’t started yet so you figured you could let them bicker

the second years clashed less than the third years but sometimes you were needed to break up the fights, particularly when kyoutani made a return to the team

while he was away, you had been one of the only ones who checked up on him, always telling him that if he needed to talk, if he was struggling with anything, you would be there

therefore, he had a lot of respect for you, placing you on a similar level to iwaizumi (the only member of the team who could get away with telling him what to do or scolding him angrily)

this meant that, when you appeared in front of him, placing a placating hand on his chest, his hackles would lower and he would back away, though the glare would remain on his face

truth be told, kyoutani was a little bit scared of you suddenly exploding on him, especially after the way you had snapped at him when he had first pulled off a risky play in practice

you had seen red when he had pushed kindaichi out of the way to spike the ball, marching over and grabbing him by the top to drag him away. it was the first time they had ever seen him apologise

while kyoutani respected you, the relationship you had with him was very different with the one you had with the other second years. kyoutani would never invite you to lunch. watari and yahaba on the other hand...

your week is not complete without a lunch with them. you aren’t even sure when you managed to form such a strong friendship with them, but it was likely when you agreed to help them in maths (it’s not yahaba’s strong point and he begged watari to join him)

you are the one responsible for stopping yahaba showing off, particularly when the gym floods with fangirls, most of them there to watch oikawa

he will flip his hair and affect an air very similar to oikawa which will frustrate you to no end. you will drag him off court by the ear, telling him to stop, threatening him with extra conditioning

matsukawa and hanamaki will definitely start snickering at the way his face reddens, focused more on this than the fact that they are meant to be improving their serves

you can always trust watari to help you out, no matter how much you insist that you don’t need it. he is the first to volunteer to help you set up the court, to help you carry the equipment for away games

now, the first years. if iwaizumi is the team dad, you are the mum

you dote on kindaichi and kunimi, trying to keep them away from matsukawa’s and hanamaki’s influence. you don’t want them to be corrupted by the pair. iwaizumi will help you but even he sees little point in stopping the inevitable

kindaichi was very awkward around you at the start. his brain couldn’t comprehend that a pretty girl was talking to him, let alone asking if he was okay, if he needed a drink

eventually, kindaichi relaxes. you are the one he turns to when he has a problem, explaining it all to you. if it involves another team member, you will encourage him to tell them, not wanting there to be fractures in the team. after all, aoba johsai thrives because of their great teamwork

kunimi is, as usual, very relaxed around you

most of the time, he barely acknowledges your fussing, simply waving you away and heading back onto the court to resume practice

however, if he wants to slack off (which he does often), it will be you he makes eye contact with. you know you shouldn’t condone this behaviour but, occasionally, you allow it. he promises he will pull through for the game and you believe him, though you do explain that if he slacks off too much it could mean risking his sport in the starting rotation

your quiet understanding is often what motivates him to keep going. he doesn’t want to disappoint you. plus, he has seen you angry and would rather not be the reason for that

oikawa is intimately familiar with your anger. the boy just seems to do everything possible to piss you off. what angers you most is the apparent disregard for his own health, but you don't take this out on him physically

you and iwaizumi team up to handle him, with both of you favouring a more violent approach (sometimes that's the only way to knock some sense into oikawa's brain)

while iwaizumi will throw either oikawa or various items such as volleyballs at him, you tend to favour a good old-fashioned slap to the back of the head

he always knows you're coming, his whole body tensing at the sound of your footsteps drawing closer to him. oikawa is almost more scared of you than iwaizumi, probably because you are more cold fury than fiery anger

that first night iwaizumi had asked you to stay behind after practice with him, your heart almost broke at the sight of oikawa pushing himself

you saw the sweat, watched him stumble, clutch at his damaged knee... but despite the pain, he kept pushing

as you watched, you grasped iwaizumi's hand, who was tense beside you, needing the physical anchor as much as you

"why does he do this to himself?" you questioned, watching as oikawa pushed up from the floor, landing awkwardly on his feet. still, he kept pushing

iwaizumi didn't bother to answer. the answer was obvious, and you both knew what it was. he needed to get better, for the team, for himself, for revenge

"if he keeps going like that, his knee will be permanently damaged and he can say goodbye to a volleyball career," said iwaizumi, jaw tight. hand still in yours, he marched onto the court

he finally released your hand to grab oikawa by the shirt and yank him away. his voice was a low growl as he spoke, "don't fucking complain. we've been here long enough and you're going home before you regret it"

"you're so... urgh, do you want to make me lose my mind with worry, tooru?" you sigh, wrapping an arm around his waist, more to reassure yourself that he was fine than to other support. he slung an arm over your shoulder, leaning on you slightly with iwaizumi at his other side

"didn't think you cared, y/n-chan," he teased, giving you an affectionate squeeze. you caught eyes with iwaizumi, rolling your own at oikawa's words

"of course i care. we both do"

from that night on, you and iwaizumi took turns watching oikawa, stopping him when it became clear that he was doing too much

on the nights when you had to watch him, you would sit in the corner of the gym on a video chat with matsukawa and hanamaki as you tried to do some homework (to be honest, you spent most of your time joking around and chatting, but the thought was there)

oikawa, though he never showed it, was grateful for you and iwaizumi's worry. it put a check on him which he would never admit to wanting, but needed desperately

on weekends, you and the third years will always meet up, be it to do homework or just watch a movie at someone's house

movie nights tend to be quite messy (it's not uncommon to be picking popcorn out of your hair at the end)

one time, you had fallen asleep on iwaizumi's shoulder only to wake up to his head flopped against yours and a snickering oikawa and hanamaki. the pair had taken great joy in drawing a moustache and beard on your faces, while matsukawa took photos (he's usually the one who takes your group photos and sends them to everyone at the end)

managing the team is mainly fun, though it does have its cursed moments

you weren't ashamed to admit that you cried, along with the rest of the third years, when you left

however, the tears did not stop you from giving your kouhais some strongly-worded advice

yahaba was warned to not think with his dick and to try his very best to not intimidate oikawa in his quest for some fangirls

kyoutani was told that you were only a phone call away and would not hesitate to scold him if he let his anger take control over his playing style

honestly, the only thing you wished watari was luck. he'd need it, especially as there was no manager to support them next year

kunimi you told to slack off less, though you wouldn't hold it against him if he did sneak off for a little nap during the school day so long as he was energised for volleyball

with kindaichi, you simply gave him a hug and told him to keep trying his best, to not beat himself up over every mistake he made

it was oikawa who insisted on a big group hug, pulling you and a rather disgruntled iwaizumi into his arms, the rest of the team happily bundling in

and, as you hugged each other, you were thankful iwaizumi had convinced you to join the team because you knew you had made friends for life

[admiringlove]

Ciao baby this poem for a lil Gojo drabble please ✨ (I'm allergic to angst pls only fun themes)

The gift he left was black and bleak I swear to you I didn't peek with stockings low a risque show I only kissed her on the cheek -Tim Smith

fun and games.

this was... kind of hard to write lmao(idk i just have a hard time with jjk and bnha). sorry it took so long bubs! (also this one is a fem! reader, and mentions of alcohol)

the gift he left was black and bleak,  i swear to you i didn’t peek. with stockings low a risque show, i only kissed her on the cheek. 

— tim smith.

you weren't one for loud music and alcohol on a friday night. 

usually, you'd be sitting at home with a bowl of junk food(whether it be popcorn, ramen, or something along the lines of that), in front of your tv at home. drinks were also included, along with your stupid friend(and colleague) gojo satoru. he was late most of the time, and also in charge of bringing the soda. 

but tonight was different. tonight, you weren't falling asleep with an empty bowl of ramen in your lap or hugging a couch pillow as white noise from the movie played in the background. no, tonight was one of apparent celebration. something about gojo's birthday—and he'd dragged(well not really, he'd just called you and told you to come here) you out here, to this loud club, as you mumbled something along the lines of "who even celebrates those anymore? we're old enough as is." 

and he'd replied with, "don't wear a sweatshirt."

you'd stared at yourself for quite some time in the mirror before you came. the tight clothes clung to your figure. the cowl neckline showed off quite a bit of skin(you weren't used to it, considering that you wore quite modest clothing most of the time at work), and the skirt didn't even reach your knees. on top of that, you worried the stockings you wore were too... what's the word? sensual? no, that's not it.

it had been a long time since you'd had your hair actually falling over your face(again, it was tied back most of the time, so you could fight curses). and the heels too. you were taken aback the second you stood up after wearing them, immediately sitting back down and regretting the decision to ever befriend your stupid friend. why were you the one that had to put up with this mess, anyway? how come shoko didn't have a problem with this stuff?

you don't know how you made it from the cab to inside the club, but you immediately regretting coming here too. loud music was your thing, but only while it blared from that speaker in your room as you cleaned up the place. prancing around in sweatpants and an oversized shirt as you cleaned your house seemed like such a better option as you went straight to the bar(so you could sit down, obviously). 

in contrast to when satoru stuck out like a sore thumb in the streets of tokyo, you couldn't pinpoint where he was in here. it was dark, and hoards of strangers danced with one another. the bar was seemingly empty(just your luck), as you ordered a random drink for yourself. 

you didn't know how long it had been since you arrived, nor did you know how many drinks you had consumed(probably a lot)—until someone tapped your shoulder while saying, "don't you look pretty and alone."

and you did not expect the same someone to be gojo satoru, your jerk friend who couldn't even come to pick you up from your house. when you turn to look at him, he's immediately baffled, eyes widening as he musters for something to say, "[y/n]?"

"satoru?" you raise an eyebrow, "wait, did you think i was someone else?"

"no!" he replies swiftly, taking the seat next to yours as he says, "i did not."

"you tried to flirt with me," you eye him in disgust. he looks away sheepishly whilst rubbing his neck, and tries to divert the topic now(which works successfully because you're completely hammered), "you didn't wear a sweatshirt."

"i contemplated wearing it to piss you off, but then i thought it's your birthday. didn't wanna disappoint," you mumble as you down another shot of something gojo couldn't put his finger on. he then notices the red tint on your cheeks(clearly indicating that you're drunk), your half-lidded eyes, and your slurred speech. he sighs. 

"i'm taking you home," he says, out of the blue as he gets off the barstool and stands next to you. then, he looks over to the bartender and says, "put it on my tab."

you don't fight him. instead, you let him put your arm around his neck and lead you to a taxi. you presume that he'd leave you in there, but he steps inside with you. 

"i don't want you accidentally falling and getting a concussion or something."

when gojo satoru helps you walk into your apartment and sits you on the edge of your bed, and asks where the paracetamol tablets are, you look up at him in the most innocent way(which makes his heart ache, almost literally). you tell him it's in the kitchen, and he nods, then asking how you were going to change your clothes so you could fall asleep.

"why don't you do it for me?" comes out of your lips almost naturally. he blinks a couple of times, taken aback as his mind almost starts running a marathon.

he does end up helping you though. the worst(well, it would've been the best if you were sober) part was the stockings. the way your bare supple skin was revealed to him in a very sensual way made him gulp at his own saliva. you whine when he stuffs down an oversized shirt over your head, then forces you to lay down. he crouches down next to you, ruffling your hair as he says, "sleep tight, okay?"

"can you stay?"

he thinks about it for a minute, then lets out a softened grin, "yeah. yeah, i can."

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I Wish You Would

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 7

"He drove past her street each night"

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the Stark Tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 2,896

Warnings: angst, alcohol, poison, only a pinch of fluff. Not in that particular order.

A/N: this one has more Loki than the last. And... I'm sorry. Also, the timeline is important from the last chapter and forward, so keep it in your mind.

A/N2: @chrissquares made me these awesome dividers! And dear @nacho-bucky beta read this for me!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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"We won't be able to control the dwarves for long, we need to calm them down soon or they will attack."

"Your Highness, we need a plan of attack to keep them from breaching through their borders, some shield spell or-" A different councilman piped up.

"No, what we need is to keep peace. We need a negotiator to help maintain order. No more endless war, we can solve it without offence." The Allfather looked at his counsel until his eyes fell on his son who sat quietly throughout the whole meeting. "Loki, I want you to go and calm the situation down, solve it peacefully."

Loki looked up at his father, his stern gaze left no place to argue.

"Yes father." Loki got up after that, getting ready for the long day ahead of him. But before he could go his father's voice stopped him.

"I expect that when you'll be back you will make arrangements to make up with Lady Iyllir for your past behaviour."

"My first priority now is with the negotiation I need to handle." With a thin smile Loki walked away from his father, now with newfound determination to leave Asgard soon.

He stayed there longer than he wanted to. Apparently their species didn't sleep as often as Asgardians do. When he finally got back to the palace, he teleported right into his room and got in bed; he was never more grateful for his powers than now. Through all of his tiredness though, the moment his head hit the pillow you plagued his mind and sleep faded away from him as you pulled him closer into your dangerous clutches.

He felt as if he was the same heartbroken guy he was before everything happened. She took over his dreams after he let her go, and if he was being honest he let her. He'd imagine her next to him, holding his shattered heart together just enough for him to be able to go to sleep, keeping it as close together as she could until the morning came and she was no longer there and the pieces were all scrambled again. He woke up and remembered that you weren't next to him, and no matter how much he'll conjure her up he knew she won't be you. A face identical to yours still doesn't feel like you.

You were so much more than just a figure to him, he could conjure her up and she would be just like you with the same smile and eyes but beyond that she was nothing but empty. She wasn't you because you had a soul that he could feel just by being close to you, and you had emotions behind those brilliant eyes and sincerity behind the smile. You were so much more than a trick of the eye.

He couldn't even touch her.

Last time, after he left you he was ruined, knowing that he had no way to undo what he did- he had no way back, especially after the fall. But now he knew that even if he would go back and knock on your door- you won't let him in. He knew he would only shatter the peace you could have had if he hadn't barged into your life and wrecked you all over again. He was a selfish man but you wouldn't let him in your door again. Loki wasn't dumb by any means, he knew that you meant what you said and he couldn't blame you.

Sleep decided to claim him, but he could only hope you won't be there too haunting his dreams.

"Are you sure this is wise?" Loki voiced out his doubts as you picked your head out of the blanket fort the two of you spent the afternoon making only to shake your head at him.

"Yes, it is like the best thing ever," were mortals so destructive that they enjoyed lacking their needed sleep time? He was certain midgardians needed more sleep than him and it was rather crucial for them. "I cannot believe you've never had a movie marathon!"

"I don't see the point of sitting in front of your screen for many hours without any break, we could just as easily watch one and on another occasion the other. Why the rush to do things we can just do another time?"

"Time is short, and you have to live in the moment. There is nothing wrong with spending just one day as if you're running out of time with someone, actually that is something endearing in a way." He watched as you got lost in thought before your eyes focused on his again and he knew you won't let him deny this. So the god of mischief entered the warm steady fort you created, well it wasn't actually that steady but you didn't need to know the little magic he used on it.

He had to admit that the little nest the two of you built was quite charming, it was odd how such a delicate thing could give one the feeling of safety.

"Come on we are starting the first movie!"

"You still haven't told me, who is this Potter?" he picked up the disc and examined its packaging.

"I love it when you say that with your accent! And he is a wizard!" you giggled at him and put a bowl of popcorn in between the two of you as the movie started playing.

"Are you trying to tell me that this guy is doing magic?" It was preposterous to know that this is how humans perceive magic. He wished he could show you what real magic is like, maybe one day he will.

"I know! it's amazing! I love Sci-fi so much." The movie kept playing on with him making snarky comments at the characters and with you giggling and defending the movie.

The movies went on one after the other and he might have gotten emotional over some scenes, not that he showed it of course.

It was in the fifth movie that he felt a soft weight on his shoulder and when he looked to the side he saw you laying your head on him with your eyes closed. At this point the snacks were pushed aside and you had gotten closer to him and now you fell asleep on him, your bodies touching and he doesn't know why but he held his breath then. You let yourself to be in such a vulnerable state with him, in this makeshift fort, and his body reacted to it more than it should have. With each loud fast beat of his heart realization fell upon him. He didn't know what it was just yet, but he understood it.

It was odd, the feeling he got, he had never been this enchanted with someone before- let alone a human. You seemed to have some sort of effect on him that he couldn't shake off even when you weren't around him. You caused these blooming feelings to erupt inside of him and it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. And all you did was fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. The god of mischief was falling in love.

•

It was 1am and you might have just stolen Tony's car alongside some expensive bottles he had locked away.

You just had to get out of there, the thoughts got too loud and the dreams got more vivid, so you knew exactly where you needed to go to get your mind straight and maybe drink some wine.

No one knew about the apartment that you kept even after moving into the Tower. The only other person that knew about it was Tony, who bought it and kept it there just for you, clear of annoying neighbours in a silent neighborhood.

Getting into the apartment you shivered at the cold, so you turned on the AC and popped open the first bottle of wine.

So you sat there with the bitter sweet wine scenting the room. So far you had no luck of forgetting the young prince, his taste and smell easily overpowered the alcohol if you focused on them strongly enough.

You almost did.

But with each sip you got sent back into a kaleidoscope of memories. Headlights pass the window pane and sent you aware to a far memory.

"Why are you dressed up like that?" Loki raised an eyebrow at you when he took a sit at the dining room table and you put a drink in front of him. He grew quite fond of midgardian drinks, they were much better than mead. You closed the window and the curtain, the bright light outside was blinding you. It was too early in the morning for that.

"Like what?" you stretched your arms and hem of your night shirt went up a bit and revealed skin that Loki tried not to look at.

"Still in your sleep wear."

"It's morning and I'm not going anywhere." You shrugged him off and sat down in front of him.

"Are you not going to change because I'm here?" he kept his eyes on your face.

"No, I'm comfortable." You shrugged him off again and began to eat your toast. Your answer however lingered in the back of your head.

"Alright," he answered and took a sip. "I'm just saying that it's not fitting for a lady to be dressed like this."

He knew how much you hated being called that. His smirk was hidden by his cup of coffee.

"You son of a bitch… don't call me that."

"Not call you what, my lady?" you pointed your fork at him and he couldn't help but think how adorable you look like this.

"Call me Lady one more time and I'll show you exactly how not lady-like I am."

"Okay, fine!" he watched as you brought your cup to your lips only to realize that you drank all of your tea. "Come on, I'll make you another cup of tea as an apology."

You let him take your empty cup with a satisfied smile. When he was in the kitchen you wandered to the question he asked and the immediate answer that you gave him. It took you a second to get out of your thoughts when you realized something.

"Oh wait Loki you don't know how I make my-" you got up to the kitchen only to open the door right to Loki who just gave you the tea he just made. He moved past you and sat at the table.

You hesitantly took a sip, only to sigh in content- it was perfect.

"You know how I like my tea." It was a statement but you were still fazed by that fact as you sat down. His reply was short.

"Well of course I do."

It was odd how such a simple thing as that could make your heart flutter with a feeling that you haven't felt in a long while but you knew exactly what it was.

•

Three months ago in Asgard.

Asgard looked beautiful in the morning. Loki stood in his room next to his window which overlooked the garden. His mind wasn't in Asgard though, and he had a decision to make, one that was waiting for him the moment he steps out of that door.

He knew that it's been almost a month since he left you and you told him to never come back. He had to find a way to move on even if he couldn't. He'd call it a coincidence if it weren't just unfortunate luck.

He was well aware of his options and the fact that there were none, and while he'd rather perish in his own misery a part of him still knew that he would have to take the other choice.

You'd never take him back, not after what happened when the two of you were well aware that the heartbreak would come, not now that you knew who he is.

Without letting himself think any further Loki went out of his room and descended a floor down until he stood outside of the large doors. He gently knocked on them. Who knew, maybe this will someday give him some twisted peace?

The door opened and there she stood in a flowery gown, Lady Iyllir.

"My lady, I've come here to apologize for my past behaviour. I would very much like it if we could resume the plan for our marriage."

•

You threw one bottle of wine aside, it was 2am but you couldn't even drink, you couldn't do anything. You just wished that he would come back and be here. He could always read your mind even when he assured you that he wasn't actually reading your mind.

"Please Loki, I miss you too much to be mad anymore, just come back."

You knew deep inside you that you'll never be clean of him; you'll never forget him for as long as you'll live. If you could, you'd rush all the way to Asgard for him, throwing away your stupid pride.

Maybe he will knock on the door, maybe he is on his way. You humored yourself but the hope was still there.

Yes you told him to leave but what you really wanted was for him to be there on the other side of the door screaming "I'm in love with you" or maybe he'll wait there in the pouring rain and throw pebbles at your window.

How did the god of lies not see it? Why couldn't he see that when you told him to leave you wanted him to chase after you and fight for you?

"I need you Loki, I do."

Then there was a knock on your door, you were sure you imagined it. But it was real and a smile took over your face when you went towards the door. He heard you.

Everything you needed was right there on the other side of the door, with his face and his beautiful blue eyes, and even with the conversations with the little white lies.

You rushed to open the door after he knocked on it again.

But he didn't have his blue eyes.

"Mike?" you really thought that Loki would show up for you. Your smile fell.

"You seemed off today darling," he walked past you into the living room. "I thought you might want some company."

In your state of disappointment you shook yourself out of it and closed the door. You had a boyfriend, you didn't have Loki. You won't have Loki.

"Oh, thank you. That is very thoughtful of you." He put some bags of food and drinks on the counter and came back to you. He wrapped you up in a hug. He may not be Loki, but you needed a hug right now so you held onto him.

"I know that as an Avenger it must be rough, with the missions and the constant danger," he brought you to sit on the couch with him. "I understand that it could get hard, but I'm proud of you for doing that and I want you to know that I am here for you."

He was saying everything you needed to hear, and so you nodded into his chest. Loki was wild and crazy but here you have a guy who is steady and stable and your heart can't seem to listen to logic.

At least he's here.

"I'll get us something to drink and then we can talk about it if you want, okay?" you nodded at him again as he got up and went to the kitchen.

You straightened your shirt until he got back with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Oh, I already have wine right there-" you looked back at the half bottle that was left and cringed.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll like this one. Plus this one is brand new." He tried to joke but you wished he hadn't seen how much you drank already. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to drink more but you needed it.

You took the glass with the red liquid. Testing it, you shook it in the glass and sent the burning red liquid down your throat. It was pretty good, you had to admit. It had an unusual taste to it that you couldn't quite figure out.

"It's from Europe." He smiled and you smiled back lightly.

You talked to him and didn't really care that you finished your glass of wine soon and he poured you another one.

The alcohol must have started to get to you, you felt a little spacey, the smell of the alcohol made you feel weird.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he laughed at you a bit and put his glass on the table.

"I asked you if you're okay, do you feel better now?" it was starting to get a bit hot in the room, you forgot to turn off the AC, you looked around for the remote.

"Yeah I'm just- didn't you drink from your wine?" you looked at the full glass on the table. Your head was starting to hurt and you picked up the glass, the weird smell came back to you and the world felt blurry around you.

"No, I'm afraid I am not here to drink."

•

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[ambivalent-anarchy]

Body |Peter's Turn

Part 2 of 2 (Part 1 -> here)

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: none (suspicions of cheating but no actual cheating lol just a lotta funny miscommunication)

Anon requested- can I get a one shot where the reader does the body positivity trend with the new megan thee stallion song and the reader is insecure about how ppl will react to it?? Most importantly how peter will react to it?? K thanks

A/N- Part 2 cuz I immediately knew what I wanted to do with this the second I got the ask. (Peter's turn)

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When Peter heard that you'd been nervous about showing him your video, he freaked.

He thought he'd done something wrong. That maybe he gave off weird vibes or that he'd said something before that made you think he wouldn't have liked it. Which definitely wasn't true. He liked everything you did.

Well, except that one time you got bangs. He didn't really like the bangs.

Anyway, Peter felt like he needed to show you that he was okay with it all. That he was down with anything you wanted to do or show him.

He looked in the mirror early that morning and decided.

Peter wanted to show what he had to offer.

He looked down at your TikTok "body" video on his phone. He could do something like that, right? He was completely clueless, but he could at least try his best.

He pulled out his phone and texted the one guy he knew could help him out.

~~

PeterParkour🤟: i need u to teach me the lip bitey thingy

PrinceHarry👑: bro what

PrinceHarry👑: ???

PrinceHarry👑: what is that

PeterParkour🤟: like when u make yourself look all cool when u bite your lip

PrinceHarry👑: ...

PrinceHarry👑: oh

PrinceHarry👑: OH

PrinceHarry👑: 😂

PrinceHarry👑: lmao why do u wanna do that???

PeterParkour🤟: im trying to make a video for y/n

PrinceHarry👑: what kind of video 👀

PeterParkour🤟: NOT LIKE THAT

PeterParkour🤟: well actually

PeterParkour🤟: kinda like that

PrinceHarry👑: PETER WHATTTTT

PeterParkour🤟: ill explain later which penthouse are u at tonight?

PrinceHarry👑: the one closest to ur apartment

PeterParkour🤟: ok ill come over

~~

Now, on your end, school was kicking your ass.

You weren't failing, but the amount of make-up work you had was so far through the roof that you might as well be. And the teachers were hellbent on making it the hardest they could.

To put it short, you needed a break.

And the second MJ heard your tired, irritated voice over the phone, she was on her way over with chips, dip, popcorn, and movies. If there was anything to calm you down, it'd be a nice movie.

MJ had gone to your kitchen to make the popcorn and you were laying on your bed finishing up some homework, when you got a phone call from Harry. "Hello?"

"I didn't know you and Pete were sending nudes."

You paused. "What?"

He carried on in a nonchalant tone. "I mean, I never took you guys as the types to do that, but damn, you two really surprised me. Dude's really over here asking for tips and everything-"

You sat up in your bed, alert and highly confused. "Okay," you said, taking a deep breath" ....what, again, the fuck?" Harry continued to ramble but one sharp scolding tone stopped him. "Harry, shut up."

He paused on the other side of the phone and then suddenly his voice came back, extremely hesitant. "...wait, was I not supposed to say anything? Did I just fuck up?" He sighed. "Oops.."

"No, Harry tell me what the hell you're-" BEEP. You looked down and saw that he hung up.

Just then, MJ opened the door, hands full with freshly popped popcorn. "Okay, ready to get the movie started?" She walked to the bed when she noticed that you were practically frozen in your spot. "Um, [Y/N]?"

You looked up with glossy eyes and she immediately knew that something was wrong. "Dude, what happened?"

You frantically shrugged a bit, and then let out a shrill laugh, half confused and half preparing for the worst. "Peter's- um... apparently... sending nudes to...me....Harry... someone?"

"What?"

-

Peter had finally made it to Harry's penthouse.

"So, nudes?," Harry chirped, very amused as he opened his door.

"What nudes?," Peter asked as he stepped into the living room. "What are you talking about?"

Harry paused. "Wait, what were you talking about?"

Peter only stared back in confusion, leaving Harry to pick through his own confusion fragments of information. He quizzically looked at him. "But-..the texts?"

"Oh!," Peter laughed, moving to sit on the couch. "No, I wanna make one of those thirst trap TikToks for [Y/N], that's all," he explained with a shrug and a bashful smile. "She made one for me, now I wanna repay the favor."

"Dude!," Harry hissed out. "You should've just said that!"

"Well, how about you just need to stop making assumptions," Peter said with a slight frown, not understanding why his friend was so wound up.

"Well, I had to since you kept being so vague!"

Peter rolled his eyes and started towards the refrigerator, if not to actually get something to drink, getting away from a crazed Harry for two seconds would be enough.

When he sat back down, Harry started to speak again. "So, what did you need me for?"

"Oh," Peter mumbled, shifting in his seat. "Well, you know how to do that sort of... stuff, right?"

"You mean looking like a fuckboy?," Harry snickered. "Yeah I'd say that's well within my reservoir."

Peter gave his typical bashful look. "So... teach me your fuckboy ways?"

Harry grinned. "Peter. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."

-

You held your phone in your handle, looking at Peter's contact number hesitantly.

"Just text him," MJ said with an eyeroll.

"But what if it's nothing?! I don't wanna be the crazy girlfriend!"

"But what if it's something?," MJ added. "Cuz if you put it off now, and it actually ends up being something, you'll be even more miserable than you would be if you just found out now."

You took a long breath and nodded. "Okay then I'll text him."

"But if it is nothing, you'll look pretty stupid jumping to conclusions like that."

You sighed. "So, no?"

"But then if it's something-" she continued, getting deeper underneath your skin with each word. "-you'll look even more stupid because you could've found out sooner and you didn't."

Finally quieting down from her rambling, MJ noticed you glaring at her. You sighed.

"So...do I or do I not text him?"

"Oh nah, dude. I mean, I wouldn't. After all, I'm not saying that I think it's something," she said with a shrug. "I'm just saying on the off-chance that it is, you'd be in bad shape."

"Okay can we please stop playing devil's advocate with my life?!"

"You know I love watching you squirm [Y/N]." "Anyway, I'm sure Peter's not cheating. The boys were probably just doing something dumb and Harry just explained horribly."

You bit your lip. "You sure?"

She shrugged. "Pretty sure."

-

"Okay, now lower the camera just a little," Harry instructed. "You gotta show the v-line, but still leave enough for imagination."

Peter dropped his arm and his posture and shot Harry an incredulous glare. "Harry, if you focused this much in school I wouldn't have to tutor you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just keep going."

This was the third picture taken and though it was out of his element, Peter strangely felt very confident with what he was doing. He never saw himself as ugly, but he certainly never saw himself as hot either. Not like Harry. But looking at himself now, with Harry's corny chain necklaces on and his hair scruffed up in a way he's not used to, he knew one thing for certain.

He looked good.

"Okay," Harry said. "Now the last one, actually needs to be some dumb picture someone took of you in your gallery."

Peter frowned. "Huh? But I'm on a roll here."

"Yeah but the whole point is that all of these pictures weren't supposed to be taken directly beforehand," he pointed out. "Since you're breaking that rule, you gotta throw in a cute dumb one to throw off your scent." He smirked. "Also, you gotta show the ladies and gents that you have a softer, funnier side."

Peter stared for a moment. "..why do you have this down to a science?"

"Says the science geek?," Harry retorted.

-

Peter spent the night at Harry's and they drove to school early in the morning. He was glad that it was Tuesday because your schedules made it so that you'd both have lunch together every other day.

"You sure she'll like it?," he asked Harry as they walked down the halls before lunch.

Harry rolled his eyes with a laugh. "You know, she asked me the exact same thing for you when she made her video?"

Peter nodded quietly, still feeling a bit down about you feeling bad about showing him that video. "Yeah, I know."

"Jesus," Harry laughed. "You insecure little dweebs are made for each other!"

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment..."

"As you should," Harry said with a shrug, as nonchalant as ever.

The two boys walked into the lunchroom and to the table they knew best. You and MJ were already there.

Peter could tell just by the look on your face that something was wrong. "Hey," he greeted cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

MJ glared at him and he looked to Harry, whose clueless face was not helping.

Finally, you looked up and sighed. "Pete, be honest. Are you cheating on me?"

What.

"What?!"

You examined the utter shock and terror in his face. It didn't look fake. He looked saddened and scared as he began to ramble. "No no! I would never! What even made you think-!"

His eyes caught yours as you looked over towards Harry sittting next to him. Peter turned toward Harry and then looked back to you in confusion. "Wait, you think I cheated on you with HARRY?"

MJ bursts out laughing next you. "Jesus..."

Harry scoffed. "Well don't sound so excited Peter, jeez."

You let out a small chuckle but kept your eyes on Peter. "It's just... Harry called me and...said something about nudes and-"

Peter's face grew even more contorted with bafflement. "Nudes?!"

Harry hit his forehead, finally understanding what was happening. "Ooooooooh, me and my big mouth..."

All eyes turned towards him. "What, Harry?"

He sighed. "This is all just a big mix-up." Harry nudged Peter. "Just show her the thing dude."

"What thing?," MJ asked.

Peter fished through his pockets. "Okay," he mumbled, a bit shaken up by what happened. He took his phone out and handed it to you. "Here."

You looked up and saw Peter looking down at you, waiting for your reaction.

"So, this is what you were doing yesterday?"

He nodded.

You blew out a long breath of relief. "You're not cheating."

"God no, babe, I'd never cheat on you," he cooed, stepping over towards your seat. "I know you were really nervous when you showed me yours, and so... I thought I should repay the favor."

He didn't even have time to breathe before you were on him, wasting no time in bringing your lips to his. He kissed you back, mildly aware of the people in the lunchroom around the two of you, but he still didn't care.

Peter pulled away with a smitten smile until he noticed blood on his lip. He wiped it away with his hand and frowned when he realized it was not his own.

You almost asked what was wrong when you noticed him looking at you strangely, but MJ beat you to the punch.

"Dude, you have a bloody nose!"

You gasped, picking up a napkin from the table.

Harry laughed. "Did you really just get a horny nosebleed?"

"Horny nosebleed?," MJ snickered.

"That's not a thing," you scoffed. "...is it?"

"It actually is," Peter corrected, blushing profusely and rubbing his neck. "Just glad to know you thought the video was hot."

"It was really hot," you gushed.

Peter grinned and pulled you close. "Aww babe."

MJ rolled her eyes. "Okay lovebirds, get a room."

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Lol I know this was pretty trash but I was just trying to get to sleep while I was finishing this

Tagging: @allegra-writes, @allegra-soleil, @yumings , @hey-its-grey , @spideyyeet , @sunkissedspidey , @tommyunderoos , @chaoticpete , @sovereignparker , @thesherlockianavenger , @bubblebucky , @eridanuswave , @ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr , @kidney9-9 , @gwenvrse, @the-weird-bisexual, @kelieah

[decaytown]

Kat has started a new group: movie night next saturday!!!

Kat has added Sunny to the group!

Kat has added Jenny to the group!

Kat has added Lewis to the group!

Kat has added Noah to the group!

Kat: so… who's in?

Sunny: ya i don't have anything better to do

Kat: :)

Sunny has changed the group title to movie night next saturday!!!! be there or ur a bitch

Lewis: Unfortunately, I believe I have several tasks to attend to Saturday night. The shop has been closed far too often as of late.

Sunny: lol confirmed

Sunny has changed Lewis's name to Bookfucker69!

Bookfucker69: How did you do that? I would appreciate it if you changed my name back.

Sunny: admin rights bitch

Sunny: get some

Jenny: wait

Jenny: how'd you get admin

Jenny: admined?

Jenny: i wanna be one!!

Sunny: ask kat nicely :)

Jenny: ??

Kat has made Jenny an admin of the group!

Jenny: oh

Jenny: FUCK yes

Sunny: youre green now

Jenny: im green now

Kat: okay! jenny do you know if you're free saturday?

Jenny: um maybe! i really wanna!!!!

Sunny: can you type in something like

Sunny: less eye-searing

Noah: hey jenny

Noah: so there's a web comic I think you'll enjoy

Jenny: oh?

  Watching movies with Jenny is easy, because she has, like, twenty years of film to catch up on, so you wind up with a bunch of ‘90s classics that she and Kat have been curating, which is cool. But she has to leave sometime around midnight which leaves you and Kat sitting on opposite sides of the couch that's technically her bed, which is weird enough in itself, but like, man, this sucks. This sucks so much.

“What do you want to watch next?” Kat asks, which is the first thing she's said since you waved goodbye to Jenny. You've just been idly flipping through channels, glancing at Kat out of the corner of your eye, watching as blue light steadily flickers across her face. She isn't looking at you.

“I don't really care,” you say. “I don't wanna watch any more Disney, though. If I have to listen to another princess singing I'll die.”

“Oh,” Kat says. “Um, okay. I'll see what we have, then!”

The door swings open, and you silently thank Jenny for coming back to interrupt whatever the fuck this is, but when you turn around, it's Noah who walks through the entrance.

“Thought you weren't coming,” you say, and he shrugs.

“I had work, but it's not like I was gonna miss movie night with y’all.”

“Get in here,” you say, and you toss a piece of popcorn at him.

“So,” Noah says, planting his hands on the back of the couch, “what're we watching?”

“Um,” you say, and Kat says, “We haven't really decided yet!”

“Cool, great,” Noah says. “I wanna watch a horror movie.”

“Um, I don't know,” Kat says, and Noah sighs and comes around to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch.

“Gimme the remote,” he demands, and Kat hands it down. “We’re gonna be adults about this and scroll through Netflix for the next three hours until we all agree. Also, I want a pillow.”

You throw the pillow at his head, and he's like, ow, fuck, that was uncalled for, and then Kat sits up straighter and says, “What about that one? I hear it's good, it has that one guy in it?”

She’s stopped Noah on a generic-looking romance movie, and you're like, “If I have to see one more heterosexual couple trying to eat each others’ faces I'll leave. Like, really.”

“Okay, that's fine!” Kat says at the same time that Noah says, “I hear it has vampires in it, though?”

“Okay,” you say, because Kat sounds super disappointed and you kind of hate that? “I can do vampires.”

Noah snorts, and he's like, “I bet,” and you throw another pillow at his face as he queues up the movie. It's super generic, actually, and as it turns out, the vampire in question is a dude, so you can't even be interested in a set of sharp teeth. You resign yourself to flicking through your phone and, like, browsing Facebook or something.

The plot is kinda confusing and not that great, from what you can gather through the osmosis of half-watching. The next time you look up, some semblance of a love scene is playing, and you open your mouth to make some kind of joke about how absolutely horny the producers were. Onscreen, the male lead drags his hand down his love interest’s pale throat, and your throat closes up and –

and you can't breathe.

Your heart is pounding so loud that you can't hear the next few lines of dialogue. Kat says something and Noah laughs loudly in response, the sound muffled in your ears. You're nauseous and dizzy, and you clench your fists in your lap, ragged nails digging into your palms hard enough to draw blood, hard enough to hurt, and you need to get out of here, you need to leave, but you're stuck, frozen in place on the couch.

You can't move. You can't move, and then something brushes against your leg, and Kat says, “Sunny? Noah asked if you want more popcorn.”

You must have managed to make some sort of noise in response, because. Kat says, “Sunny?” again, and then: “Are you okay?”

“No,” you grind out in-between gasping breaths.

“Shit,” Noah says, and then things are suddenly very bright. He's standing next to the lamp on the side table, which is way too close and also not helping with the fact that you can't breathe and you're gonna die. The noise of the television has stopped for now, the picture frozen.

“What's wrong?” Kat asks. Your vision is blurry, wavering in and out, but you can imagine the worried crease between her brows.

“I don't know,” you manage. “I don't – I –”

“Aw, dude,” Noah says. “You're having a panic attack.”

“Feels like I'm dying.” Your voice sounds tinny and far away. Nothing is real. Your hands belong to someone else, probably?

“Yeah, um, that happens!” Kat says. “It'll pass, I promise.” There's the sudden pressure of a hand on your shoulder and you flinch away, pressing into the side of the couch cushions. “Alright, that's fine! I won't touch you.”

“Hey,” Noah says. “Hey, look at me for a. minute.” You raise your eyes to meet his. “Do me a favor and try to breathe, okay?”

“I can't, I – it’s like –” You loosely grip the fabric of your shirt, like it'll ease the band of pressure around your chest. “I can't.”

“Okay, what do you need? We can give you some more space.”

“I need, I – I need to leave. I want to be alone,” you manage, clenching your fists harder. Ten bright spots of pain. “Please.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Noah says at the same time that Kat says, “I really don't think that's a good idea?” They have some sort of quiet, whispered exchange above you as you curl farther into yourself, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to banish the images flooding your mind. You don't want to think about it. You don't want to think about it.

You don't –

You don't know when, or if it stops. The buzzing in your head doesn't subside, just gets quieter and quieter, leaving you shivering in a ball on the couch. Uncurling yourself from the tense ball you'd formed takes more energy than it should, and your muscles ache as if you've been in a fight, so you kind of shakily drag yourself back into a sitting position.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” That's Kat. Oh, fuck, that's Kat.

You try really hard to say that you're fine, you're super great now actually and you would love if you could leave right now immediately, but that's clearly not happening, because you. open your mouth and immediately double over with a choked half-sob. You hate this. You hate this, you hate this, you hate this.

“Um, not good, then?” You shake your head no, like, what does it look like? “It's okay! That was probably, um, pretty intense? So it might take a second for you to start feeling better.”

Clearly it's taking more than a second, but you take a shaky breath, try to steady your hands. “God. Okay.” Your voice wavers on the last word, and you press the heels of your palms against your eyes, rub so hard that you see stars. When the fuck did were you crying this much? “God. Sorry. I just – I don't really know –” Your voice cracks again, and you bite your lower lip to keep it from wobbling. You hate this.

“Well, you don't have to apologize, dude.” Noah emerges from – you guess the kitchen? You really have not explored enough of the house to know where shit is. He's walking towards you like a normal person, at a normal pace, but your heart skips a beat anyways, because apparently you're being anxious about this now! Why the fuck not?

If Noah notices, he doesn't say anything, just awkwardly pats you on the shoulder and tries to hand you something. It's only after he says, “Here, you should probably drink this,” that it registers that he's offering you a mug.

You take it with both hands, since you're not feeling incredibly steady at the moment. “What is it?”

“Just water.” There's a pause, and then he adds, “We're out of clean cups. Also, if you want anything else to drink, let me know. We have… hotttt water?” He sits cross-legged on the floor beneath you again, leaning back on his arms. “Also probably coffee, but you can't have that because it's mine, and also because I don't want to be responsible for killing you.”

That's, like, a lot of information at once, so you cautiously sip at the water. It's shockingly cold – Noah put in a few ice cubes, and you're not sure why that touches you so much – and it doesn't bring you all the way back down, but it helps. You only kind of want to peel all the skin off your body now.

“Thanks,” you remember to say as you set the mug down with still-trembling hands. “I'm – I didn’t mean to, I don't know what – That sort of came out of nowhere?” You scrub at your face, suddenly exhausted.

“Have you had panic attacks before?” Noah asks.

“No,” you say, and then amend it to, “Not that I can remember.” Noah’s like, the fuck? and you shrug. “The past few years have been really fuzzy? I mean, there were – after I escaped, I had – similar things,” you say hesitantly. “But that was, like, it was a clarity issue? And my clarity is – it's fine.”

“Really,” Noah says skeptically, and you curl the fingers of your left hand into a fist, hiding the healing puncture wound from that one time where you stabbed yourself and then killed a guy and your clarity was just so good.

“Really,” you say.

“Can I ask,” Kat says. The beginnings of a headache are throbbing painfully at your temples, but you turn to look at her anyways. “Did something, um… Was there a particular trigger? Like, something we can avoid next time?”

You –

(you can't move you are frozen in place / His hand trailing down your neck / thumb resting on your windpipe long talons curling around your throat / precious you are precious do you see how delicate you are? how beautiful it is to be so delicate / you choke on flowers.)

“No,” you say tersely. You swallow back bile.

Kat's going on about, like, okay if you're sure but just know that we'll accommodate anything it really isn't a problem just let us know! and, unbidden, tears spring to your eyes. You feel like shit, still shaky and nauseous and awful, shivering under a cold sweat. It's too cold suddenly, and you fold inward on yourself, rocking back and forth, arms wrapped around your churning stomach as Kat speaks. You want –

Well, what you want has never mattered.

Kat actually notices and stops mid-sentence, touches your shoulder lightly to get your attention. “Um, are you cold? I can get a blanket.”

The thought of being trapped under a heavy blanket is very unappealing right now, so you just shake your head miserably.

“You sure? I'm, like, the king of pillow mountain down here, I'm sure I can spare a few if you want,” Noah says.

Kat’s half-kneeling next to you, her hand hovering just above your shoulder, and you unconsciously lean into the touch, then jerk back, because she 0% wanted that, what the fuck were you thinking?

Kat's silent for a long second, and then she says, “Do you want… Is it okay if I touch you?”

If you open your mouth, you're gonna say something embarrassing, like oh my God please, so you just shrug listlessly. Kat waits another beat before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, tugging you towards her so you're kind of leaning against her side, knees drawn up to your chest.

“Is this okay?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you say hoarsely, your head coming down to rest against her shoulder. She’s very, very still, her thumb rubbing tiny circles into your upper arm, and the tension slowly begins to bleed out of your body. It's easier to think about it now, listening to Kat’s rhythmic breathing with your eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Um,” you say, and Kat’s motions pause for a second. “I don't – In general, I don't really have – like, these things don't bother me anymore, you know?”

“That is… not how any of this works,” Noah says.

It's easier to talk about it when you don't have to look at either of them, and the words just keep tumbling out. “And it's stupid, it's so completely stupid, because, like – there's worse shit, you know? I've done worse shit, I do it so that this doesn't happen, yknow?”

“I really don't.”

“Like.” Your hands curl into fists. “Like, in the movie. When he touched her. I – my keeper –”

“You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to,” Kat says.

You shrug minutely. “I don't really care? Like – I used to let shit happen to me so it wouldn't bother me anymore, and it shouldn't, right? Everyone's all, Sunny, why do you fuck men if you’re a lesbian? And it's like, glamour, yeah, but also so I'm not scared anymore? Like, if I can show my brain that I'm in control, then – then…” You swallow hard. “At this point, it's just fucking stupid.”

“Hey,” Noah says. “What the actual fuck? Didn't anybody tell you that exposure therapy is bullshit?”

“I wouldn't say that it's stupid,” Kat says. “It sounds like you have legitimate triggers that you need to work around, because, um, what I think Noah is trying to say is that constantly exposing yourself to triggering things isn't exactly a healthy coping mechanism?”

That's super not what you want to hear, actually! You don't want to be like this forever. It's been two fucking years; you should be at least semi-functional now, but you're not. You don't want this.

You don't even realize what you're doing until Kat says, “Hey, maybe don't do that?” and kind of prizes open your right hand. Your fingers have been clenched so tightly that the cuts in your palms are bleeding again, little dots of red. You brace for the inevitable lecture, but Kat just slides her hand inside yours, preventing you from doing any more damage.

“Dude, we need to get you better methods to ground yourself.”

“Methods to what?”

“Wow, you really did get dumped out here with, like, no coping mechanisms, huh?” Noah says, and Kat is like, Yeah, we live in a society as he jumps to his feet. “Oh! Wait right here, don't move, I'm gonna go get something!”

“Don't think I'm going anywhere,” you say, nestling your head into the crook of Kat’s shoulder. You don't feel like you're gonna pass out and die anymore, which is great, but the panic has been replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion.

Noah skids back into the room a second later, holding a cardboard box of something that rattles in both hands. “Okay! Okay, so, when I used to have panic attacks, back when I was a kid – Scoot over, by the way.” It takes you a second to comprehend the request before you comply; Kat shifts over but doesn't move her arm from your shoulders. You're glad. It's a comforting pressure.

Noah wedges himself between your left arm and the couch cushions. “Anyways. Back then, my therapist taught me how to, like, deal with shit. So when I got anxious –” He produces a black sharpie from the box. “– I drew dicks on myself.”

“Do not draw dicks on me.”

“No, listen! It's a grounding exercise, right? Instead of focusing on what's making you anxious, you have to focus on how you're feeling, what you're feeling. It's a thing!”

“I don't wanna think about what I'm feeling,” you mumble, words muffled into Kat’s shoulder.

“Well, there's your problem, then!” Noah uncaps the marker, but doesn't move, and you realize that he's waiting for your go-ahead.

“Just don't draw any dicks on me.”

“But that's the best part!” Noah whines.

“You may draw a dick… once,” you say.

Noah’s like, “Sick!” and passes a green marker over to Kat, which, like, at least that one's washable? Small mercies.

The marker vaguely tickles as Noah starts drawing something with broad, sweeping lines on the inside of your left forearm. Kat has your right hand, and she's drawing something detailed across your palm. You keep your eyes closed, like, maybe if you try hard enough Noah's thing will work. Also, maybe if you try hard enough, you can take a nap. You're very comfortable right now.

“Wow,” you say. “I'm cured forever. Who knew a magic marker was all I needed?”

“Shut up,” Noah says, the hint of a smile in his voice.

Noah was like, you have to focus on how you're feeeeling, but you don't want to do that, ever, in your life, so you just try to focus on the pressure of your friends’ bodies against yours, try to match Kat’s even breathing. She's warm and solid beneath you, and from where your head is nestled between her neck and shoulder, you can hear her heart beating, way faster than yours.

You're not sure that this is what Noah meant. You don't feel, like, calmer, or less likely to panic, but between the two of them, their touch is solid and real. It's not much, but it's enough to hold onto.

[istgimamess]

Label: sm entertainment

Stage name: Channy

Debut year: 2014 (4 yrs active)

Debut concept: sporty and fun, colorful, bright, pop, vocal and dance heavy

Number of members: 7

Group name: Se7en

Fandom name: sparks!

Position: main dancer, rap line, maknae (they call you "momma maknae" because you're the youngest in the group but also a mother hen; the one they come to for advice)

Male bestie: Junhoe (IKON)

How you meet: he started eating your popcorn. True story! You were the only one out of your entire group who wanted to see the horror movie that bad, because you're obsessed, duh! So you ended up going by yourself; which is totally fine, more popcorn for you, right?! Wrong! Huge hands, buttered up from the previous theft, reach for your soda next. "Um excuse me, no!" You swat his hand away, still shocked by exactly how much popcorn you're missing. "What!? Horrors make me hungry! Don't be a stingy peasant!" "Did you just call me a stin-" "Sssshhhhh, people are trying to watch a movie here!" You roll your eyes and hand him the rest of your drink. Probably your biggest mistake yet! You can't get rid of the sassy freeloader now.

Female bestie: Lisa (Black Pink)

How you meet: you are introduced through a friend of your main choreographer! It was love at first sight, really! You bond over your mutual love for leather and speed talking! Whenever you're together it's like some kind of auction, words and clothes thrown everywhere! "Do you think red leather would look good with these track pants!?" "Hmmm, I'd definitely try the black instead!" Also, it becomes a running joke between you guys, to send eachother short videos of you randomly dancing with food! (^ gif ^) You have about 25 of these already saved in your phone!

Group bestie: Monsta X

How you meet: this, honestly, is still so confusing to you! It all started with some group chat shenangeins and body oder. "Yo, who ate all my ramen?" "Probably Minhyuk!" "WtFFFFFFf why would I eat his ramen, I don't want to die!" "Speaking of death, I'm out of deodorant. Someone tell manager hyung to pick me up some! I smell like a gym sock.." "Ummm, yeah...sorry to interrupt, first of all, ew. Second of all, do I know like...any of you!?" "Minhyuk!!!!! Who did you add to this group chat!!??@?" "I don't know, but can we keep her!?" Long story, short? They kept you! You don't mind though, they're pretty hilarious! Sending you videos of weird versions of their dance practices! (^ gif ^) it's just messy and hectic!

Boyfriend: Hoshi/Kwon Soon-young (Seventeen)

Ship name(s): chanshi, choshi couple

How you meet: he totally calls you out on the radio, twice, before you actually meet in real life. "Se7en's Channy is my ideal type.." "I like her cheeks.." so you're prepared when you meet him face to face, but not prepared enough, apparently. To be honest, nothing could've actually prepared you for the man-child that is Kwon Soon-young. The first time you end up in the same room, he's in your face before you even have a chance to say hi! Nose to nose, hands on shoulders. "Can I grab them?" "Excuse me, what!?" "Your cheeks! Can I grab them!?" " Ummm, sure?" "Cute!!!!!" Yeah, he's been grabbing them ever since!

Biggest fan: BTS's Jimin is your biggest fan! He's always mentioning you in interviews and downloading your music. "Jimin, you are a fan of Se7en's Channy, right!?" "Yes, she is very talented, I'm a fan!" "Quickly, look at the camera and send her a message! In English!" (^ gif ^) He's a cutie, always supporting and cheering you on!

Scandal: you are a great listener, people tend to gravitate towards you when they're having a rough time and you hear them out, give them advice and comfort them for as long as they need it! (because you're awesome) it's not a secret that you love late night walks and star gazing, it calms you down and de-stresses you when you've had a long, hard day; so when your long-time friend Ten (NCT) calls you in the middle of the night needing some comfort, you don't hesitate to meet up with him for a night stroll and lend your ear! Dispatch jumps on that! "A night meet-up between NCT's Ten and Se7en's Channy? Could there be a romance brewing?" It's ridiculous! "See, even dispatch knows! You took advantage of me in my vulnerable state! You should be ashamed of yourself!" "Ten, don't make me throw you off this bridge.."

Other activities: you're a huge animal lover! Really, it's no joke! So when sm signs you up for a spot on 'Mari and me,' you're literally shaking in your boots with excitement! It ended up being everything you thought it would be, and more! "HELP!!! I'M CHOKING ON ALL THE FLUFF, RIGHT NOW! YOU'RE MINE! YOU'RE ALL MINE!" spoiler alert: they weren't yours "Channy, you can't keep all the dogs.." "Don't tell me how to live my life, Ten.."

@channynum here you gooo! Hope you like it! Let me know if it meets your standards! 😆 haha

[lost-your-memory]

can you write something fluffy for b&w this time? Please don't break our heart again?

Aww I’m sorry for breaking your heart guys. Here’s something to fix it.

“Mom?”Myka glanced up from her spot on the sofa, where she was reading what looked like a heavy manuscript of some sort. A smile blossomed across her lips, kind and affectionate, and she gestured for her nine year old son to join her by patting the cushion next to her. The sound of his bare feet padding against the hard wooden floor stopped the moment he stepped on the thick but soft rug spread underneath the coffee table and all around it and he eagerly jumped on the couch next to his mother.“Mom, I have a question,” He said, his face giving away that it was an important and serious one.He had a strange gleam in his dark grey eyes, one that was making the freckles on his nose and cheeks look a little brighter than they usually were. His skin was pale but with a healthy glow that somehow contrasted with the mess of short dark curls bouncing all around the top of his head, brushing his forehead whenever he moved.He looked at her expectantly and Myka barely arched a brow to invite him to speak.“How did you meet mum?” He asked and he sounded a little unsure, hesitancy echoing in the way he pronounced the British surname. He would always make a point to add a very Londonian accent whenever he would say it but today, it sounded very American, almost foreign.Myka tilted her head to the side and absentmindedly closed her book, instinctively knowing this conversation would require her full attention. Settling herself a little more comfortably in the angle of the couch, she turned to face her son and met his expectant eyes.“That is a rather out of the blue question, Chris. What brings this one?” She inquired, not missing the way his eyes twitched, still betraying the eye roll he managed to contain.He was a very articulate and clever boy and as such, he had never liked when someone would answer a question with another question. A fact that had already led to countless fight between him and his British mother, who was well versed in the philosophical art of the sophism, during his young life.“I was watching Mary Poppins, with aunty Claudia and uncle Pete, yesterday,” He started and then paused, narrowing his eyes at her to see if she was going to laugh at the movie choice. Since she didn’t smile, he nodded approvingly and took in a deep breath before starting again. “Uncle Pete started to laugh when they all go see that silly uncle who drinks tea while flying near the ceiling and he said … He said it reminded him of how you and him first met mum.”For a minute, Myka only starred in the eyes of her son, grey like a winter sky but full of life and wonder. He was obviously waiting for an answer but Myka was thinking back of that day, all those years ago, in London, when Helena had made her fly for the very first time. Back then, they had been enemies and Helena had been the target but now, many many years later …“Mom?” The young boy called, his brows furrowed above his eyes, impatience showing across his face.“Sorry, Chris. I went back to that day, the one Pete spoke about. It was a funny one, you know, the kind of funny that always happens when your mum is involved. Like the time she tried to modify the popcorn machine to increase its efficiency and you and I came back home to find the kitchen almost entirely flooded with salted caramel popcorn,” Myka said and she laughed lightly at the memory, making her son laugh with her.“It was good popcorn, but she had to buy a new machine because the one she was trying to improve was broken and she couldn’t fix it herself,” The young boy added with a smile but then he became serious again and Myka could tell he wanted an answer.“Alright Chris, I am going to tell you the story of how I met your mother,” Myka started and she did.She told him all about how his British mother had been some kind of adversary spy, working for the British government while Pete and her were in London to retrieve an important object, on behalf of the American government.“You know your mum is an inventor of sort, right?” He nodded and Myka continued “The object we were supposed to retrieve was in a protected house, with all sort of scientific traps and she happened to know the house very well. She turned on a switch that activated an electromagnetic field in the ceilings and since we didn’t wear the protective vest, like she was, Pete and I went up and we got stuck against the ceilings. She left, with the object we should have been retrieving. That was the very first time I met your mother.”Myka studied her son’s features as he twisted his mouth in what was his most thoughtful gesture. He would always move or twist his lips or bite the inside of his cheeks while thinking and it was as strange as it was cute.“Is that when you fell in love with her?” He finally asked and Myka arched a surprised brow at this question. She wasn’t expecting something so serious from her nine years old son but then again, he was clever and bright and since he never really asked anything about his mothers before, maybe it was time he started.“I think it was a start, yes,” Myka replied after a short silence, biting her bottom lips as she thought about her life and how it only went downside the hill after her meeting with the infamous H.G Wells. Yet, she had absolutely no regret. None.“When did you realize, then?” He insisted, shuffling closer to lay down and put his head on her lap.She instantly reached a hand to caress his scalp, moving her fingertips across the glossy, silky curls that somehow reminded her of Helena’s hair. It was the same texture, the same gloss and color and it was also soft and smooth under her fingers.“I don’t exactly know when I realized I was in love with her, I never had a bright and clear revelation moment. I fell in love with her throughout the years, by spending time with her and learning to know her … It wasn’t always easy, you know. She’s something else, your mum.” Myka chuckled and the young boy did the same, apparently well aware of how complicated his British mother could be sometimes.“I think … I think that if I should choose one moment, the closest to the revelation, it would be the day she decided to come back to work with me. We hadn’t talked for almost two years, because we were somehow at odd, and then she came back. I think ... I think it’s the day she realized that maybe, maybe she loved me too,” Myka said and her tone was a little dreamy, a little far away as she thought back of that singular spring morning where she had found Helena on the B&B doorstep, looking very lost and very determined at once.It had been a very strange and confusing day, leading to an even more chaotic few months but eventually, they made it work and surprisingly enough, it lasted. It was still lasting.“Uncle Pete said that I am a very lucky boy, to have you and mum,” He whispered, a content smile having made its way across his lips.“Really? What do you think?” Myka asked, glancing down to face her son’s grey eyes and smiling at how happy he looked.“I think that for once, uncle Pete’s right.”Myka openly laughed at the implication, hearing Helena in her son’s voice and sass. He was always bantering with Pete but she knew her son was worshiping the man he so effortlessly called uncle and Pete was crazy about the young boy as well. They were always doing stuff together whenever Myka and Helena had to go on a mission together. Sometimes, Steve, Claudia or Abigail, or a combination of the above, would join in their activities but mostly, it was only Pete and Chris.“He’s taking me to a baseball game soon, he said he would talk to you about it,” The young boy said and then, he announced that he was going to bed.“Are you really going to sleep or are you going to read, young man? Because you are already forty-five minutes behind schedule, or did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Myka arched an unimpressed brow at him and he only shrugged.He was about to answer when a very British voice chimed in, startling them both.“Christopher Charles Bering-Wells!”Helena was now standing behind the couch, hands on her hips as she glared down at her son, still sprawled on the couch with his head on his mother laps. Myka twisted her neck to look back and she smiled at her wife.“Hi honey, I didn’t hear you come home,” She said and she saw Helena’s stern features soften, until a smile broke on her face, gentle and full of love.“Hello my darlings. I just came back, because I went to see Claudia and it took a little longer than expected but none of that explains the fact our son is still up at almost one hour past his bedtime?” Helena asked as she made her way around the couch, coming to sit next to Myka and moving their son’s legs onto her lap.“We had a long and interesting discussion, it took longer than I thought it would but you’re right. Come on Chris, off to bed with you.” Myka gently ordered and the young boy groaned a little. One glare from Helena sent him off upstairs to brush his teeth and Myka took the opportunity to kiss Helena.It was a soft but sound kiss, the kind that meant welcome home, I love you and I missed you all in once. When they pulled away, Helena was panting a little and her eyes were gleaming with something passionate, a familiar kind of anger that made Myka laugh a little.“Patience honey, we need to put the little devil to sleep first,” She said but she still leaned forward to kiss her wife again, a little more playfully this time.“Tease,” Helena mumbled in the kiss but she answered nonetheless, throwing her arms around Myka’s waist to pull her closer. They lost themselves in the kiss for a little while but then, their son’s voice echoed around the house.“Mooooom, muuuum, I’m ready!”They broke the kiss and laughed heartily.“Come on, honey. Let’s go put our son to bed and then, I am going to show you exactly how much I missed you,” Myka whispered to Helena’s ear before moving up from the couch to walk towards the staircase.She took in the sight of a slightly breathless but very aroused Helena and smirked.After one last promising wink, she then disappeared upstairs.