#im doing better now after a lot of PT and am waiting to have the space and time to work on an o'day mariner 19 2+2 and a hobie cat 16

[saiiboat]

my guy your blog. is such a whiplash istg. i race 420s . with spinnaker and trap (both skipper and crew dependin on the day and wind conditions) and i also love the life series and hermitcraft more than life itself. these are two very separate worlds in my mind , And then i click on a hit babygirl bdubs bdouble0 post and YOU are in the comment section and your pfp has me double taking every single time and your USERNAME is SWAGYAOI???????

i created this blog specifically to torment you

[tremendouscreationperson]

Logan x Reader pt.10

Omg Im so sorry I'm not consistent with posting, it's my nans 70th so I am off this week so I should be able to be a bit better

Also my bestie's bestie and her wife got tickets to the eras tour without me and are going today so I needed Logan to comfort me - hence the posting 🤣🤣🤣

There be hysterectomy talk in this one

<<Part 9 Part 11>> Masterlist

Logan seemed to have fucked most of the anger out of his system. Not all. He was still frosty but he now spoke with you, entertained your small talk. 

“You hungry?” He asked, various fast food joints passing you by. 

“Yeah.” The nurses had given you food but after certain activities you weren't going to pass anything greasy up.

“What’d’ya want?” 

“Literally anything.” You scanned the street and pointed to the McDonalds. “That'll do.” Can't go wrong with a Maccas. 

“What you thinking?” 

“I dunno, do they still do the big n’ tasty?” 

“No.” He pulled into the car park. “You want to go in and look at the menu?”

You did but time was of the essence. “As long as we're quick.” 

“We can be quick.”  He hummed, reversing into a space.

You both hopped out of the jeep and entered the building. It was fairly dull in here. Wasn't McDonald's colourful? Full of children's characters and clowns? It was grey and brown and sleek and boring. 

Logan walked past you and tapped on a screen. It displayed all the different menu categories. 

“McDonalds has screens now?” You laughed in disbelief. You tapped the ‘whats new’ option. Everything had gotten bigger. There were larger nugget meals and burgers and wraps. 

Garlic cheese dippers, selects and all sorts of tasty goodness. 

You chose yourself a triple cheeseburger meal and some nuggets on the side. He picked a chicken box, a Big Mac meal and an array of sides. 

“You sure that's all you can eat?” You joked. 

“Fast metabolism.” 

“Are we going to be able to fit this all in the car?” 

“Yeah.” He pulled out his card. 

“Oh wait!” You quickly pressed the back button and ordered a strawberry milkshake. “A peace offering.” 

Logan's brows pulled an inch but he didn't comment. Laura was yet to have a milkshake, diabolical behaviour on your part. 

Your order number was 66. There were a lot of numbers before you so you perched on the back of an unoccupied booth.

Logan stood straight next to you, as though he was standing guard. So you decided to take advantage of that. Of him watching out for you. Your mind wandering to your ‘new’ body. You could heal. That was crazy. You still didn't understand the science behind that. The TVA had painlessly taken blood, spit and plasma samples. They had checked you for any diseases the Void could offer but the illuminati didn't. How did they have your materials to meld with the regenerative ones? Maybe they didn't. Surely they wouldn't just experiment with you though. Hopefully you weren't a guinea pig. 

“How fast you reckon it's gonna be?” You questioned looking at your wrists. 

“I dunno, twenty minutes max?” Logan turned from the screen to look at you. 

“No.” You giggled. “Healing.”

“Oh.” His eyes flickered to where you had exposed your wrist. “I wouldn't know.” 

You thrust it towards him. “Will you do the honours?” 

“Are you being fucking serious?” He stepped back. “After everything I've said you think I'd just cut you?” 

Okay okay, that was maybe a poor move on your part. “I guess?”

He rolled his eyes. “Ain't happening.” 

You grumbled but formed a field, manipulating it into a thin disc, making sure one edge was paper thin. Even a paper cut could show you.

The slice you had planned didn't work so you had to try again and yes! Well, maybe don't be too happy.. what would Dave say?! 

The cut was teeny. It was about ten centimetres but the little dot of blood told you it wasnt superficial. There was at least an element of actual harm. 

“I hate you.” Logan folded his arms. 

“No you don't, just watch.” 

The cut did nothing.

The two of you just staring, transfixed, at your wrist. 

“Maybe it has to be deepe-ahhh.” 

You could feel a warmth, it was hot. Red hot. And your skin was stretching. You could feel it tying itself together. None of this was really visible but the line did close. You had imagined healing wouldn't hurt... Yet here you were. 

You smirked up smugly. “It works!” 

He huffed but you could see how happy he was. His eyes were lit and his lips had tugged upwards. 

“Brilliant, eh?” 

“It's pretty good.” He kissed your crown. 

~~

You couldn't wait for the lift. Too excited. But taking the stairs wasn't an option so you did in fact wait for the lift. 

Gosh it took fucking forever.

Logan hadn't let you out of his sight, barely leaving to collect the food bags. He was really fucking happy. 

You were going to be safer than ever. 

All he could imagine as you lay in the hospital bed was “what ifs”. He knew it was entirely possible that he could hurt you. He knew he had nightmares and had had to buy a new mattress before due to them. He knew his claws came out when you fucked so what was to stop them when he was scared?

He hated the ideas so he projected them onto the one that had hurt you. 

Laura.

Laura was him. 

He'd never deny that. 

She was a younger version of him. 

She was the one that hurt you and I'm a way that spared Logan. 

She was to blame. 

“Laura!” You called as soon as the elevator doors opened. “Baby?” Jogging towards her door. 

You then halted. 

“What-ho-how do I approach this?” 

Logan didn't know. If he hurt you he'd be fucking distraught. He would kill himself a few times just to feel nothing, to stop the guilt. “Just be yourself?” 

You let out a whine but carried on and knocked at the door. It was open. The pressure of your knock opened the door. 

“Laura?” Your voice was unsure but you pushed the door the rest of the way and entered the dark home. 

The curtains were drawn and the lights were all off making it almost impossible to see her slip through the bedroom door, looking worse for wear, and stick to the corner. 

She was still wearing the clothes she had worn that night. Blood covering her hands and splattered across the mateiral. Her hair was unwashed, her eyes hollow, she hugged herself as she watched you move into the room. 

“Baby.” You raised the cup. “I finally got you that milkshake. It's strawberry. I think chocolate can sometimes be a bit meh so strawberry is the next best.” Why were you rambling?

Laura's eyes flicked to the cup and then to your ever present shadow: Logan. 

“I'm gonna… put it on the table?” You placed the cup in-between the two of you. “It's nice." 

She didn't make any movements.

Let's just cut to the chase then. “Laura, I'm fine.” You gestured to yourself. “In fact Tony Stark was able to alter my genes. I heal like you and Logan.” 

Her brow twitched. 

“Look.” You repeated the field and sliced across your arm. Laura's eyes widened and she gasped at the blood. Ah fuck. Maybe you shouldn't have. “Laura, just watch. It takes a second then it w-orks.” 

She watched your skin sew itself back together and her eyes watered. 

“Baby,” You weren't going to stand there and let her cry. “I'm coming over.”

She didn't back up, letting you stride to her. You immediately pulled her into a bone crushing hug, and she sobbed into your shoulder. 

“I'm fine and I don't blame you.” You repeated over and over again. “I love you.” She clutched onto your back, her body shaking with sorrow. “I don't blame you. You're my baby and I love you.” 

Logan took a step forward causing her to tense. 

“Lo stay back on this one.” You shushed into her ear, threading fingers through her hair. “It's okay Laura, he's not going to do anything.” 

It took a while but she did ease back into the embrace, her tears slowly creasing. 

Laura stepped back, looking at you with fat wet eyes. She gave you the tiniest nod and stepped around you to pick up the milkshake. 

She handed it to you and you took a drink. “I'd never poison you, love.” 

Laura seemed satisfied that you didn't die so took a drink herself. 

You could see the thoughts zooming through her mind. It was cold. Thick. Tasted unlike anything she'd had before. But she liked it. 

Laura drank silently from the straw and gave you the smallest hint of a smile when she released it. 

“I knew you'd like it baby.” You grinned down at her. “Right, we have to get you cleaned up.” 

~~ 

You'd run the bath for her and insist she hop in. Laura removed the crusty clothes and did follow your instructions. Neither of you cared that she was naked. You were past that. 

“Is it warm enough?” 

She nodded. You'd all become accustomed to cool water due to the Void so we're careful when running baths or turning the shower on. If it was too hot it felt suffocating. 

You dunked her sponge into the soapy water and plucked her hands in yours to clean them. The movements were methodical. You cleaned her wrist, then her palms then her knuckles and lastly her nails. She's ripped off the false ones, leaving her natural nails on show. 

When the water was a burgundy colour you let it out and refilled the tub. Laura sat and watched. “We're going to do your hair now. Tilt your head back.” 

You flicked the tap to connect it to the shower head and turned it on. The water splurged out and you hummed softly to undercut the noise. Laura let you rinse her hair. There were bits of dry blood and a leaf? in it. El had said she had run away. Good on them for finding her and bringing her back. Good on El for replacing the mattress and bedding. You'd have to thank them. You loved them so dearly for looking after her. 

Laura's eyes were tired by the time you'd finished. She stood and you wrapped a towel around her shoulders. 

She sat on the lip of the bath so you could towel dry her hair with a smaller towel and comb it. 

“Someone looks sleepy.” You kissed her nose. “C’mon, let's go to bed.”

She took a shaky breath and frantically shook her head. 

“It's okay.” You shushed her. “I'll take you to bed but I won't get in.” 

It broke your heart to see her allow that. You wanted nothing more than to tuck her under your chin and sleep soundly with your bubba. 

Laura pulled on a night shirt and eased into the bed whilst you quickly ran the spray over the tub, erasing any signs of blood. 

You found her in the bed waiting and sat next to her. Your hand smoothed her hair and you found yourself humming a long forgotten tune. It took seconds for her to sleep. 

~~

Logan was on you in an instant - the second - you walked through the door. He squeezed you tightly. 

“I'm okay.” You reassured him. “She's just-it's weird seeing her like that. She's normally so strong.” 

The two of you parted and you let him kiss your forehead. “You're a good mom.” 

You chuckled. “It's not easy.” 

“No.” His head shook. “But you are.”

You don't know why but the determination in his eyes made yours water. You sniffed and looked away. “She likes milkshakes.” 

“Of course she does.” He shrugged. “I do.”  You rolled your eyes at his reply but before you could argue he spoke again. “I'm sorry. I've been a dickhead.” 

“I can get why.” You placed a hand on his sideburn. “I do. But she's just a kid.” 

He nodded and kissed your palm. “You have no idea what would've happened if I lost you again.” 

You did know. He would've gone fucking feral. He would've killed Laura, then the others would've gotten involved and they would've fought and killed and not cared for the consequences. “You didn't lose me.” 

He smiled and bent his neck to kiss you. You met him halfway on your tiptoes, replicating the same amount of need. 

You both knew you were fucked. The world was fucked. Both were damaged goods. The chances of finding each other was next to none yet here you were. Kissing in your shared apartment. 

“I love you.” You whispered into the kiss, Logan used that to his advantage and delved his tongue into your mouth. You hummed letting your own dance with his. 

His hands cradled your face and spine. His palm was so big against your cheek, it made you feel safe. At home. He would protect you. 

You had to break the kiss to breathe, panting against his ear as he kissed his way to your nape. He loved your nape and you loved the way he nipped and sucked it, it was him claiming you. Him owning you. And when he bit down on your neck all your feminism flew out of the window. You would do anything for this man.

The hand on your cheek had travelled down to your chest, cupping a breast and giving it a delicate squeeze. You were still wearing that Deadpool set, with no actual cup, so when his thumb grazed over your nipple you felt everything. 

Logan wasn't one for slow. You knew that to be true because of the way he fucked you previously. But here he was taking his time. Savouring each hitch and groan that tumbled from your lips. 

You were actually being a bit useless here, letting him kiss and fondle you without doing the same. Quick to remedy that your hands found their way to his belt, fingers grazing the skin under his vest, and you tugged him that bit closer.  

Logan crowded you now. He was all you could see, hear, taste, smell and touch. He was all you needed. 

“Logan.” You breathed onto his lips, kissing him again. His lips were smooth, a nice juxtaposition to his gruff hair. Oh, but you loved the scratch. He was so manly. So hairy. He was everything rolled into one. 

You sensually licked his lips as your fingers unhooked his belt. 

Logan's half lidded eyes watched you as you pushed your tongue further out, keeping eye contact as you bent to make your mark on his neck. 

He groaned as you sucked, tongue swirling across the marred flesh. It then made its own way to his chest, kissing and sucking where the vest would allow. 

You gave him one look and he immediately removed the fabric. “Good boy.” You whispered against his pecs. Kissing them and letting your teeth catch certain areas. 

Logan watched with a baited breath and you slowly sunk to your knees. The unbuckled belt sitting at his hips as you unpopped the button, pulling the zipper all the way down. 

He let out a shudder when you nuzzled your nose against the visible boxers. Tugging the jeans down so you could kiss him through the fabric. You'd never get over how big he was. 

He was long and thick and if you thought his dick looked comically large in your hand you knew it would be difficult to swallow down. 

Still though, you teased him through the fabric. Kissing his head and sucking the wet patch. It was gloriously salty. 

“Y/N.” He muttered his hand making a home in your hair. 

You looked up at him as you pulled him from the boxers. His mouth was permanently set in a small ‘o’ but it widened when you licked a stripe from shaft to tip. 

You loved this. This fearsome warrior. This feral beast. The reason to genetically alter you, to ensure he was happy. Was putty in your hands. He would do anything for you. 

Maybe it was fucked up at at this precise moment you understood his plight. Why he was so angry. Why he had taken it out on Laura. She was technically to blame - never in your eyes though - and you got why he snapped. 

You sucked the head again before delving deeper. Yeah, you were right, it was far too big but you had hands for a reason. 

Pumping with your mouth and hand you make sure to be delicate. For some reason you wanted this to be soft. You wanted to treat him. Your Logan hadn't minded a bit of teeth but you tried your hardest to keep them away. 

He was trying to suppress his moans, trying to keep cool but he was dying. You were perfect. 

How were you this perfect? 

How did you know what he needed? 

Every fucking day! 

It was like you were a mind reader. 

Maybe you were. 

Maybe they'd altered you that way as well. 

Logan's hips urged to jut forward but he didn't want to ruin this. This was something he hadn't really experienced. This was sweet. This was soft. 

He was quick to fuck but no this wasn't that. You were being too nice for this to be called ‘fucking’. He hates to say it because you were literally just sucking his dick but this was definitely on the “making love” spectrum. 

“You're perfect.” He groaned out. “I fucking love you.” 

You hummed in response and he had to quickly pulled himself out. He could've spilt right there and then.

“Bed.” He ordered. “Now.” 

He wasn't going to cum in your mouth, no, he was going to fill you up. He was going to fuck you so full of his cum. He wanted you dripping.

You frowned cutely, your lips swollen and pouting was fucking amazing. Your cheeks were hot and your eyes were glassy so as he lifted you - pulling you closer - he got to see you. To really see how messy you were. Hair out of place and a line of drool on your chin. Fuck.

He wanted you.

He was going to lock you in the room.

You were his.

No one else's.

“I'm going to fuck you full of my seed.” His lips spoke against yours, not kissing you just touching you. “I'm going to fill you up.” He'd never felt like this before. “Breed you.” 

You shuddered and smiled but then your brows pinched. 

“Logan,” You pulled back to look him in the eye. “I- I don't have a womb.” 

The man stopped in his tracks. “What?” 

You chuckled. “Why else do you think we've been fucking the way we have with no consequences?” 

He made a noise. It made sense. He hadn't smelt the change in your cycle like he had the girls. “Yeah, I guess.” 

“I didn't realise you didn't know.” You looked guilty. “I'm sorry.” 

“No.” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “Don't be sorry.” 

You groaned non sensually. “Have I just killed the mood?” 

“No.” He shook his head and kissed your nose. You knew he was lying. 

“Logan. Don't shut me out, be honest.” 

“I'm just surprised.” He was truthful. “My Y/N had hers.”  

You bit your lip. “If I tell you what happened the mood will definitely be killed.”

He was curious. “C’mon.” He tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled his jeans back up before leading you to the sofa. You sat down, tucking your legs under your chin. He was sitting facing you, giving you his full attention. 

How do you say this in a way that won't set him off? Couldn't you go back to sucking his dick? That was so nice. You sighed. “The scar on my back...”

He lent forward, elbows on his knees. “I'm going to get angry again aren't I?” 

“Stryker had this man in his possession. He could make you see whatever he wanted you to see. Logan didn't know it was me.” 

//

It was confusing to wake up in the infirmary. Jean and Beast looking down at you. 

“Y/N.” Jean breathed in a sigh of relief. “I was worried.”

“You always fix me up.” You joked, feeling very sore. Your back and stomach were aching. It felt alien to be in this much discomfort. 

“We had to perform a procedure on you.” Beast clasped one of your hands. “It's very serious. You will be fine but we had to make a decision.” 

“Okay?” You were even more confused, trying to sit yourself up a little. The pain in your stomach didn't allow for that so you flopped back down.

“You were pierced by Logan and flung across the facility. When you landed you hit your front. A piece of piping damaged your womb and we were unable to save the organ.” 

As Hank spoke you got flashes of the scene. You didn't recall a pipe but you remembered the agony, calling for an evac. Begging for Logan's help. 

“To save my womb..?” You slowly understood. “So I've had a hysterectomy?” 

Jean tried to sooth you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “It is a small price to pay, we could've tried to save it and risked infection, risked your health.” 

“I'm not upset.” You told her matter of factly. “I'm just trying to figure out what happened.” You weren't upset. It wasn't a thing you'd thought of at this age. You weren't really the mothering type. Yeah, you looked after the students but that role was more ‘wine aunt'. You weren't fit to be a mother. Logan would be a good dad though. Oh, you'd have to tell him. 

What would he say? 

He'd naturally be upset he hurt you but would he forgive himself just to dislike being with you? What if you being unable to give him children was an issue? 

~~ 

You'd been transferred to your room. It was lovely and cosy. Blankets everywhere, pillows strewn and the wooden accents of Xavier's mansion felt more like home than being with your mother. 

You wondered how she was. What would she say about you being barren?

Sitting and sulking was how you spent your days. Food was brought to you - as you couldn't really move - by different members of your family. Scott brought flowers, Ororo made you a gorgeous curry, Jubilee gifted you a teddy. 

Each member of the team was welcome but you were waiting for him. 

They'd all told you he was taking it hard, drinking more, fighting more, caring less and less about his safety. He felt like shit but you didn't blame him. 

You felt guilty for not realising sooner it wasn't Logan. Your fields could stop his claws, they had in training. The two of you were paired up a lot to show the newbies how to fight. You worked well together and it was only a matter of time and rolling about on the floor before he asked you out. 

You decided at the end of the first week that if he wanted kids you wouldn't make him stay. You couldn't. You'd push him away, if needs be. 

It was day twelve when he knocked at the door. You could move, had showered - careful with your stitches - and dressed yourself for the first time. 

“Y/N.” He spoke by the door. 

You looked up from the Hobbit, smiling wide. “Logan, hi.” 

“I'm so so sorry.” He eased his way in, looking uncomfortable in your room in a way he had never previously. 

“Logan, it wasn't you, love.” You closed the book, placing it on your nightstand. “It could've been anyone.” 

“But I hurt you.” 

“I'm okay.” Wasn't exactly the best argument but it was true.

He shuffled over to your bed and sat delicately at your side, his feet still touching the floor. “I couldn't face you. Couldn't see you bruised because of me.” 

The bruising had gone down. You were looking normal again. “Again, babe, I don't blame you.” 

“You should.” His eyes left yours and he looked at the floor. 

The need to comfort him was so strong but you held back. Remembering yourself. You couldn't get too lost. Not when you were lacking. “Do you want kids?” 

The questions surprised both of you. You didn't mean for it to tumble out of your mouth but it had and now it was sitting heavily amongst you. 

Logan looked back at you perplexed. His eyebrows met but he stared into your eyes, considering your question.

He'd almost killed you. He could've killed you. His hands harmed you and you were asking if he wanted kids. Yo- he loved you so much. He should stay away. You'd get hurt again he knew you would. 

But he loved you. Whenever he imagined a future - and that wasn't often - he saw you with him. And now he saw a little girl and boy. The boy looked like him and the girl looked like you but they acted like the other parent. He could see a soft mummy's boy being coddled far too much and a cute feral girl who was ready to take on the world. He could picture them. 

Picture you full with your child. His child. You were glowing. 

“I think we'd be great parents.” He hadn't realised his eyes were watering, quickly swatting the tears away. He'd almost destroyed that future, the one you were offering him. 

You bit your lip and nodded silently. “I think we should break up.” 

~~

Four months later he burst into your bedroom seething. 

“Are you fucking serious?!” He yelled. 

You jumped, snapping the Lord of the Rings shut. “Logan?”

He had left when you broke up with him. Becoming a renegade, a fighter, a mercenary. Whatever it took to forget you. 

It wasn't until Storm needed assistance - fighting off the brotherhood by the cul-de-sac Logan was passing through - when she told him. 

“You ended it because you can't have kids?!” His hands were on his hips and he was pacing back and forth. “I thought I…” He sighed shakily. “I thought I fucked up. I thought the idea of me wanting children with you after almost fucking killing you was terrifying.” 

“Lo, I can't have children.” You explain. “I will die and you will live and that's it. If you find someone that can give you kids then you won't be as lonely. You could have a family.”

He stopped pacing and stared at you. “That’s the most stupid argument I've ever fucking heard.” 

It was but it was all you had.

“I know but I didn't want you to feel trapped.” You sat up and he suppressed a gasp because you were wearing one of his shirts. After all this time you still wore his clothes, it did something to him. Inside his chest ached. “Down the line when you wanted a child and I couldn't give you one… I didn't want you to resent me.” 

“I would never.” He vowed. “I have spent these past months trying to forget that I fucking love you. I could never resent you.” 

Tears oozed from your eyes and you wiped them away. “I'm sorry.” 

He didn't want to break this easily. Didn't want to give in but you were crying. His girl was crying. Logan scooped you up in a hug and kissed your forehead. “Don't ever lie to me again. I don't care what it's about. We'll handle it together.” 

You nodded. “Okay. I promise.” 

\\

Logan sat back, resting his spine against the sofa. "It's okay." He decided. "We already have Laura, we don't need any more."

You smiled. "So you forgive her?"

"'course I do." He heaved a sigh. "Just gotta actually apologise to her."

"I love you." You leant over and kissed his brow. "You look so sexy when you're grovelling."

He rolled his eyes and playfully shoved you off.

Part 11

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[boydepartment]

Hii. So can you write sim for Hoon where like him and reader are ice skating partners and aren’t really the biggest fans of eachother but they end up kissing once or twice but reader tries to go back to how they were before but SH wasn’t having it. IDK💀 Idek if you write this kinda stuff

stfu - park sunghoon x reader (skating au)

a/n: i have never ice skated in a professional way in my life nor done competitive sport anything. SO IM GONNA TRY MY BEST! :3 also! i am totally okay with writing stuff w smooching :) i just wont write smut so you’re all good anon i pinky promise

warnings- annoyances to lovers, bickering, i wouldn’t really call it angst, kissing obviously lolz kinda open ended and i am open minded to doing a pt 2 this time

wc- 400-500

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park sunghoon was annoying.

and hot, but mainly annoying. when you found out you had to work with him because your managers wanted a collaboration between the both of you, both you and mr. annoyingly hot were not pleased with the information.

obviously you were both in competitive skating and anything and every opportunity was a competition

it was weird though having to work on this competition together as a team.

you sat down on the bench after a somewhat successful practice with him. he really was professional on the rink. you took a swig of water.

“you need to practice landing more. you almost fell, i saw your leg shake.” sunghoon sat next to you.

your eye twitched and you went to stand up with your bag, “you’re not my trainer or manager.”

“yeah but like it or not i’m your partner right now.” sunghoon looked up at you, you looked down at him, “the last thing i want is for you to fuck this up for the both of us. because i know im not going to mess it up.” he stood up and placed his hand on your shoulder, “so please take-“

you slapped it away and kept glaring at him, “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

that’s how your interactions went for almost every practice, he would nitpick you, you’d bite back, he’d be snarky, and you’d both go home.

that was your relationship. until one practice where things got a WHOLE lot more complicated.

you were waiting outside to get picked up after practice, it was a warmer spring day and you were enjoying the balance between the cold of the rink, and the warmer night air.

“do you need a ride?”

you looked over and saw sunghoon, “i have someone picking me up.” your phone buzzed and your ride was apologizing profusely, cancelling on you.

“looks like you don’t anymore. did you annoy them that bad?” sunghoon asked looking over your shoulder.

“fuck off, sunghoon.” you turned your heel preparing to go wait for the bus but he softly grabbed your bag.

“i’ll give you a ride home.” his voice was stern.

“okay why?” you flipped around, you weren’t impressed by this gentlemanly act.

sunghoon looked at you, “it’s nighttime and you’re walking to the sketchy ass bus stop by yourself. let alone riding the bus by yourself. it’s late.”

you looked at him, “okay and you don’t think i could handle myself?”

“walking alone and taking a sketchy bus is dangerous for anyone. plus if someone wanted to kidnap you they’d let you go in 5 minutes tops because you yap too much.” he said simply, turning around to start walking. you followed him angrily.

“i don’t yap! you’re fucking ridiculous! you talk more than i do!”

“no i don’t. you asked for an explanation i gave you one.”

your shoes were loud on the concrete and it made sunghoon laugh slightly.

“you’re so fucking annoying! i can handle myself!” you don’t know why but you were following him to his car, he was right about the bus and you already had bad experiences. but lying was better than admitting he was right.

“mhm.” sunghoon hummed and unlocked his car, walking to the passengers side to presumably open the door for you.

“i can open the door myself! i’m perfectly capable of-“

you were cut off by him pinning you to the car by your waist. your breath hitched.

“perfectly capable of what?” he asked, his eyebrow perked up ever so slightly.

you went to speak but he beat you to it, “i easily just pinned you to the car, and you can’t do anything about it. what makes you think i’d let you walk home or take the bus alone?”

you felt yourself not being able to talk, looking at him with wide eyes, your heartbeat on fast forward.

“like i said a few weeks ago, whether you like it or not, you’re my skating partner right now and i’m not letting you be reckless because you’re too fucking stubborn to think about anyone but your burning hatred for me.” his grip tightened slightly before loosening.

“who said i hated you? and who said i think about you?” your spark of annoyance came back.

he chuckled and looked away, his side profile and laugh making your knees buckle ever so slightly, “no one has to tell me for me to just know y/n.”

sunghoon looked back at you and leaned down to your level, “no one has to tell me for me to know that i drive you fucking crazy on and off the rink.”

your whole face contorted in anger and you placed your hand on his collar before he leaned in more to crash his lips into yours.

all you remember is how your hands felt in his hair and the feeling of his hands sneaking under the bottom of your shirt to softly touch your bare waist.

after that night, right after practice you would already have an uber waiting for you. you wouldn’t run into him. you’d avoid him after work hours. and act professional on the rink.

after the practice the night before the competition you walked to the bathroom. you wanted to take a breather and wash your hands. when you looked up in the mirror you saw sunghoon standing against the stalls.

“what the fuck are you doing in here? this is the girls bathroom!”

“rinks closed. closed practice remember?”

you turned around and leaned on the sink, “so you waited for me in here like a fucking creep?”

“you’ve been avoiding me, why? that’s not very good chemistry for the competition…” he shook his head disapprovingly and walked toward you.

“so you only kissed me to focus on that? work?” you scoffed and looked away, “very typical of you sunghoon.”

he pulled you closer to him just like he did that night, “no. you’re not just some business partner to me. obviously i like you and i refuse to sit back and not let you at least be aware of that.”

“you what…?” you breathed out.

sunghoon chuckled again before leaning down to you, his lips so close to touching yours, “do i need to repeat myself? i like you. cancel your stupid uber and i will give you a ride home.”

he pulled away from you and started walking out of the bathroom, “we’re going out to get food too. hope you like western food.”

“o-okay…” you mumbled touching your lips before he fully walked out.

what the fuck was going on?

[decodedlvr]

the band-aid to my wounds

Older!Eddie Munson x naive!Fem!reader - eventual twins Steve Harrington x reader x Kurt Kunckle series| pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3.. TBC

Summary: After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

warnings: talks of cheating, abuse, angst, slight stockholm syndrome at a glance, anxiety, childhood trauma, parent problems; daddy issues, eventual smut, cursing, drinking, smoking, perviness, slight dub-con, miscommunications, blood mention

word count: idk? 1.5k?

previously: 'your stomach knots when he calls you sweetheart.

okay maybe he harmless, just very kindly harmless?

"Here" he throws his arm out, "I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson."

You look down at his hands

rings.

Looking back up at him with a tight lipped smile, taking his hand to shake it aggressively, "y/n."

"Wow y/n, gotta grip there, im assuming somebody properly taught you to shake hands with a someone?"

what?

how did he know that

its probably a common thing to be taught

"Uh yeah thanks.. my dad actually taught me, said it would make me look knowledgeable at job interviews"

He chuckles throwing his head back slightly, "well i dont know about that but definitely does look impressive to some"

I nod not knowing what to say

my stomach growls loudly

he looks down with wide eyes

"Sheesh, are ya in the mood for some breakfast? We actually made quite a lot of and have left overs i can rewarm for ya--

"whos we?"

He smiles softly "Here" -he walks to the door frame turning back to say," ill introduce you to my farm workin family"

family? ok.. that makes me feel a little better to know im not alone

"Sure" i say walking out of the bedroom door with him

getting to the bottom of the stairs--

damn i was carried up these things?

Spotting a blond and a read head; why are they dressed the same?

probably like close or something, ive done that with my best friend

Eddies voice breaking you from your thoughts

"So.. y/n this is Chrissy and Sarah.”

"Hi.." I say quietly but still politely

"Wow! the blonde says getting up to touch my hair; I flinch slightly but let her continue."Your hair looks so soft.. its full too, Sarah come feel-

Now watching the red head scoot on over to me, also having a feel of my hair "oh yeah, your hair reminds me of my mamas, it was also so healthy like this-

"Oh, where is she ? you ask

"She left me."

I swallow automatically feeling horrible "o-oh, im sorry about that

"Eh, that's okay Sarah says surprisingly not sad, " I found a better family being here on the farm"

"wait what do you--

I get interrupted.

At the corner of your eyes, hearing a new male voice, spotting him

damn whos that?

ive never seen such hair on a dude that looks so.. healthy?

"Steve!!" Chrissy yells making you jump ,"come feel y/ns hair its just bout as soft as yours, if not softer"

you look at her with wide eyes saying "Oh thats ok"-

by the time you’ve finished your sentence Steves making it all the way over to you

"Ooh this is soft, very very soft actually."

you look up to him immediately taking in his features

moles, pretty eyes…wow his hair does look good.. i kinda wanna touch it--

NO! dumbass

snapping out of it, you hear steves voice again but his mouths not moving

am i having a stroke?

“Kurt, Kurtie come meet y/n”

who the hell is kur—

I look over seeing the same face as Steve’s

oh fuck theres another one?

“Hi y/n im Kurt, Steves twin brother”, he grabs your hand to shake and you’re just standing there with amazement not replying

he looks.. the exact same as Steve but something is different..

his hair.. a bit more flat..unwashed maybe?

damn he looks good though

feeling a hand graze your back, forgetting to breathe

“Miss y/n ya feelin alright?”

It’s Eddies voice, and hand that clears your head

“ Oh..uh yeah, sorry guess I was a bit stunned to see that uh Kurt? and Steve look exactly alike” I say slightly chuckling and finally turning around to look at Eddie

shit

its much brighter in here

Eddie. so this is what he looks like

his hair in a low ponytail, tanktop covefred by a flannel..tattoos? dirty overalls and are those buny slippers?

he catches your gaze to the floor and the confusion on you face

he laughs. “Oh these are Chrissy’s bedroom shoes, havent put my boots on yet and our dog chewed mine all to hell” he smiles widely

looking back at him, “Oh no it looks fine to me..”

you melt at the warmth of his smile

are those dimples. damnit thats my weakness

“ I got your food warmed up for you”

“oh cool, t-thank you” i say following him to the kitchen table, i turn back to give a slight wave to rest of the house then back to following Eddie

——————

“She seems nice, dosent she? Sarah says outloud

“Yeah and so pretty too, kinda jelous of her hair” Chrissy states

“Now dear—, Kurt starts “you know jelously is never good for the heart”

“ I know” Chrissy says “i dont mean it as a bad thing..its like i want her hair type of thing i promise and besides, Steve you felt her hair, its soft like yours wouldnt ya say?”

“Yes, its real soft honey” he replies licking his lips as he looks in your direction from the livingroom. “..real soft he mumbles to himself heading to the sink

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After sitting down to with Eddie looking down at my plate theres a biscuit, eggs, bacon and fresh cut fruit

“Looks good” i say glacing at him with a small smile

“Thanks” he grins, watching you eat lookin around to see if anyones around

“Now i wont push, but do you wanna tell me why and how i found you in my barn asleep?”

I swallow hard on my strawbeery a bit too harshly coughing, grabbig the water that was also placed on the table, sipping it

clearing your throat looking nervously. he notices.

“Its okay, i wont tell the others if you would like this to be private.. but it is my farm and i just need to know whata young lady like you was cuddling up in my barn

nodding understaningly “yeah no, i totally understand, a few miles after walking”—

—“you walked here?” he asks worried

“Yeah, it was fine ive walked in the dark plenty of times. It doesn’t scare me” he nods for you to continue. “Me and my probably now ex boyfried got into a big fight, found out he cheated he called me crazy when the proof was physically all over his neck,—“ you dont notice you’re just rambiling now—

—and he wanted to be a dick and leave me on the street and just.. left! can you belive that shit..asshole”

—oh shit sorry” i cover my mouth

“Thats okat sweetheart i cuss all the time”

theres that gut wrenching twist from that name again.

“Uh, may i ask, you said "probably" broke up? are you not certain?”

“Oh no i am, i dont stay with cheaters no matter how long we’ve been together”

“ And how long is that?”

“6 years..”

his eyes widen and shakes his head dissaprovingly, “Thats alot time hun, I am sorry about that”

“Eh, his actions over the years start to make sense to me now.. its honestly not surprising he did cheat..makes me wonder how many times he truly has..” you say pushing your food around shrugging

“Eddie reaches over placing his hand over yours soothingly, catching your line

I get chills from the warmth and rough feeling of his hand, finally looking at his face in full—

how did i not see those before? asking myself

his..his eyes their so beauifu—

“Hey yn/!”

both Eddie and you separate hands, jumping back at Chrissy’s sudden surpise

“Y-yes?” you say slighlty annoyed

i kinda miss the warmth of his hand

bitch, calm down you have a boyfeind

no the fuck i dont

“What can i do for you Chrissy?”

“..well, i wanted to ask if you could braid?” she say sitting down at the table beside you

“Yeah, i can why do you ask?”

she sighs, “nobody in the house knows how to braid but Eddie, and his dry hands yank my baby hairs too much”—

“Hey! its not my fault” Eddie interjects

“ I gave you lotion for it ya know”

“Yeah you did, and i keep forgetting to use it” you chuckle causing them both to smile at each other and then at you

“was wondering when you’re done and if you wouldn’t mind..if you could braid my hair?”

i mean.. shes harmless its just hair

“Yes, I was just finsihing up anyways”

“Chris? what do we say when we ask for somethig?” Eddie arches his brow at her

“Sorry.. please?”

your eyes slighly scrunch, “thats okay I was going to anyways” i say back to Eddie

“ I know hun, just know its good to have manners is all” I nod at is reply turning to braid the back of her hair, seeing Eddie at the corner of your eye, to take your cleared plate. you stop him

“Oh i could have taken that for you “ saying looking up at him walk to the kicten

“Thats alright, i was headed this way anyway” he says winking at you before clearing the room

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Walking back to the sink Eddie spots the twins, emptying your plate turning to make conversation. “So what do you think Ed?” Steve asks “Yeah, whats your thoughs on y/n?” Kurt adds—“she looks nice,—and very sweet too” Steve says looking at Eddie, then all 3 of them look back at you, admirng you braid Chrissy’s hair

“Yeah, she is a sweet one isn’t she?” real..sweet thinks Eddie snapping out of stare

“Hey, aren’t yall suppsoed to be rollin them hay bells we got extra from Rick yesterday, its gonna storm I’m pretty sure, and i dont need them gettin all soggy”

Both Kurt and Steve groan, nodding heading out the door grabbing their hats on their way out.

After finishing Chrissy’s hair and her thankinng you with a hug, skipping out, I make my way over to the kitchen spotting a phone, then Eddie beside it,

“Can i use your phone?, I think it was about time i get out of your hair and find a way home”

“Sure darlin, but it may not work, the service out here is very poor”

you nod and he moves letting you continue with your task

dialing the only person you can think to call.

fuck.

Ashton.

1 dial, 2 dial, 3 times trying his phone you exhale agitated

maybe he can take me home?

“Mr. Eddie?”

going to find where he went seeing him standing and turning up the weather channel hearing:

Today the forcast shows severe thunderstorms and hail later today at 2pm–

I glance at the clock on the wall reading 1:55pm

shit

-and 2 tornado watches. There hasn’t been a tornado in Hawkins in 6 years, the dry weather must be causing this it. the woman jokes on the televishon, while you trun around to go look outside at the clouds.

Eddie watches and follows along, trying not to scare you, walking out of the backdoor also

“By the looks on your face im assuming nobody answered huh?”

“hm? looking back from the sky to him, —“oh no.. he didn’t of course he didn’t, prick i utter.

“ I’m assuming your ex boyfriend?”

“Ashton yeah, called 3 times probably out fucking another whore” you say spit vomiting cuss words

“Gosh, sorry! I know i have anasty mouth”

his cheeks flush at your statement, “no, its quite alright sweetheart , im not judging you”

you nod giving a tight lipped smile, looking at the ground not knowing what do now—

“ I can try and take ya home? you have anyone else who can”—

interrupting him, knowing hes probably talking about your parents

—“my parents? yeah no thats a joke..”

He comes up closer with a hand on your shoudler, which you eye subtlely “May i ask what happend with them? if you dont mind?”

“Its fine, my dads an abusive drunk and my step mom.. shes every bad word I could think of right now”—

“Wheres your real mom?”

damn so may questions

you shift your eyes uncomfortably he notices hes gone too far

“ I-im sorry, I keep just a nit picking arent i..?”

“No, its a funny story..shes actually married to my boyfriends father”

“Oh” he says in actual shock

“ I know right” reading his face. “ it’s a crazy story, maybe another time”—

so you want another time too? He thinks

—“and by looks at the sky”—

both jumping at the sound of rumbled thunder and instant rain and hail falling out if th sky

“Jesus Christ!”

I hear from afar turing to see both Steve and Kurt holing ass back to the house with soaked shirts

oh god

making way for them to get inside along with Eddie and you—

“Well.. sorry miss y/n i dont think its too safe to attempt to drive you home right now”

my heart pangs with a odd feeling. “Thats alright its safer to wait, right?”

“..Right, welp, just you make yourself at home until then and let me know if you need anything okay sweetheart?”

“Y-yes, I will thank you mr Eddie”

“Just Eddie” he smiles at the name walking off, leaving you here standing by yourself, taking in a real look at the house, spotting the girls, choosing to go take a seat with them on the couch

what the hell am i supposed to do!?

arguing with myself glancing to the right, spotting the twins with Eddie working on some door frame; catching him smile deeply at you

I gulp giving him a quick smile then turning my attention back to whatever’s on the tv screen, in silence.

Reblogs appreciated :>

[zvmz]

Writing down my thoughts while watching monster high for the first time Pt. 2

alright y’all now we’re watching why do ghouls fall in love let’s go

oh oh new and improved intro

the one long shot as the intro is so cool

ohh shoot we 3D now

actually might like it better than the 2D

wait r they saying Valentine’s Day was literally made for Draculara?

im confused 😁

can I get a sugar daddy like clawd

CAN I GET DRACULARAS DAD?????

oh

um this is awkward

so guys it was all in our heads apparently 😊

clawdeen is kinda slaying this new animation style

oh this song goes so hard

the bats flying out of clawds wallet is so real

come again how old is draculara

why is she still in school

was she held back a few hundred years

and I thought my grades were bad

the cat people make me uncomfortable. stranger danger

damn these cats are menaces

arent they always

not the driving lessons book

just pass it the first time fr 🙄

GUYS

GUYS

GUYS

CUPID

SHES HERE

LOLL NOT THE STOOL CLAWD 😭😭

vampire daring charming???

“misunderstanding with the locals”?? 😭 what did girlie do??? 😭😭

is ghoulias back okay like fr

the collection of broken hearts is so extra

kinda metal idk I almost cant be mad

imagine eah characters trying to navigate the catacombs

girls would not last a minute

actually can someone make a fic I would totally read that

why am I just now realizing ghoulia can’t talk

like idk I just thought she was a bit quirky this whole time

WHY DOES DRACULARA HAVE KNIVES ON THE CEILING OF HER CAR

oh my god Draculara HIT HIM

FLOOR IT DRACULARA

she missed her chance :( vampire Elvis lives

The shot of them running towards each in slow motion just to maintain a 3 feet distance was so unnecessary

WAIT A MINUTE DRACULARA YOURE BETTER THAN THIS. YOU ALREADY HAVE A BOYFRIEND

why is dueces animation specifically so rough

he kind of reminds me of sparrow

i kinda like him

yes Draculara break it off

oh- um

THE ANIMATION ON THEIR PHONES OF DRACULARA DUMPING CLAWD?? WHO MADE THAT?? WHERE DID IT COME FROM?? 😭😭😭

wait a minute I recognize Frankie’s voice. Is that Barbie?

why does some random cow go to their school

CUPIDDDD

LOL NOT CLEO BREAKING THE CLASS

yeah Cupid shoot her

pow pow pow 💥🔫💥🔫💥🔫

okay now what the hell

get it together cupid

why does Cupid keep accidentally getting love enchanted? First clawd then Dexter lolll

the dog whistle?? 😭

clawds like. I guess you can say I got… W rizz...

”what u want” ABBY 😭😭 BEST CHARACTER ONG

this party looks kinda fire ngl

not sure how I feel about the food being served next to the body odor pit

okayyy frankieee kinda slaying her party look

cleo barely changing after being love enchanted to herself

Could this be considered a school shooting? like legally

um anyway Kitty Cheshire supremacy

rizz lord clawd

hell yea body odor pit for the win ✊🏻

why was the kiss sound so um squishy

abby is such an icon

okay it’s over

I liked this one a lot better than the last movie. I hope we see Cupid again or else I’ll rage

the pacing was like SO much better than the last movie.

my only complaints are that toralai and vampire Elvis's motivations either weren’t really explained or made no sense to me. Also the animation still isn’t great but what do you expect lol

oh wait one more complaint. where is Frankie’s personality. I do not see it

hopefully we get a good frankie episode to get to know her a bit more

also it keeps telling us clawdeen and draculara are best friends but not really showing it??

In conclusion clawd is the rizzard and Abby solos

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Ok forgetting moment pt. 20 I left the note where I wrote this open and can’t rmr if I actually sent it or not so if I did please delete this LMAO

FRRR I also really enjoy the panel where he has a lot of dark shadows on his face and he’s telling nagi not to get cocky after he was like “am I really a genius?”

RIN you getting inspiration for Rin is actually kinda crazy LMAOO but omg kiyora??? Your blog is just side character paradise atp but wait I’m kinda curious what else is in line in your inbox (if it’s not a secret you’re trying to keep LOL)

Karasu Shidou new duo coming soon move over Otoya /j but they definitely match each others freak LMAOO I bet Karasu’s like “your freaky but also extraordinary so I can respect you” and shidous just “yahoo!! Karasu chan!!” LOL

Karasu IS dad material he’s just the man of all men >>>> he would totally just lift his kid up and stare at them like “damn this extraordinary kid is MINE???”

I CANT WAIT FOR KARASU ARGUING WITH THE REF LMAOOOO and the stripper king scene is too funny!! Im also very excited for the moment that Barou and Nagi accidentally head butt each other HAHAHA

No because that’s so real I used to be SOOO into jjk and now it’s just kinda…..I am glad that the rollercoaster of a really confusing story is coming to an end so the suffering can stop but oh my…really hoping gege decides to put a bit of effort in for the ending!!!

Also I saw the pictures from your other ask reply and OMGGG THEYRE GORGEOUS!!! Looks like it was sm fun too! Hope you’re feeling better now and that your doctor has a solution for your nausea symptoms!

- Karasu anon

LMAO okay so you did send this in HOWEVER tumblr didn’t notify me?? which is why i took so long to respond despite now being at home and back to my chronically online ways (albeit jet lagged and still suffering from a migraine but we up) so it’s all good that you resent it HAHAAH

that panel is so villainous but so good HDJFLSKS like he looks EVILLLL but in such a cunty way!! i love how they’ve been juxtaposing karasu and nagi as of late…not just in personality but even in looks/drawing style they’re truly such opposites that their panels together slap SO hard 😮‍💨 definitely not biased because those two are my favs nope not at all

NO THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING like if an idea for NAGI (my number one my baby the loml) can give me RIN inspiration it can truly happen to anyone 😬 imagine i try writing for karasu and then all of a sudden isagi is there?? like bro fuck off why are you wiggling your way into a plot that is NOT for you 😓 AND YES KIYORA I’M SO EXCITED tbh there’s lowkey no info abt kiyora even on the wiki so it’s time for me to take mad liberties with his character 😏 which i do love doing hehehe so i’m hype!! i’m so glad to be a safe space for side character enjoyers 🙏🏻 the more obscure the better…lowkey it’s so fun to write for characters like kiyora because i can truly write whatever and it’s so hard to make him ooc because what character does he even have to be in yk 😭 any “oocness” is just me giving him depth etc etc it may make the fic outdated once more comes out on him but me personally idc + i’m always spot on so 🥱 (mostly /j although in doing one of my current requests i realized that the reader calls kaiser a dog in the instrument and now it’s been revealed that his fav animals are stray dogs so maybe i’m onto smth fr 🫣)

LMAO no secrets here!! i have a note with my current requests so i’ll just paste that here 😄 they’re in chronological order of when the req was made but i fear i am NOT completing/posting them in that order 😟

[Secret gaming buddies — hiori

Prodigies — hiori

Singing reader — karasu

Karasu anon requests (any)

Classmates/friends to lovers — nagi

Karasu anon requests pt 2 (any)

Vague prompt — karasu or zantetsu

Cherry tree pt 2 — rin

The instrument pt 2 — kaiser (abt to post this one after i respond to some asks and take a post-riding lesson shower FJSKSK)

Vague prompt — kiyora]

vague prompt just means the person requested a character and literally nothing else HAHA but also yeah…as you can see karasu nation has been busy…although there are a couple of popular characters thrown in there!! i think once i post pt2 of the instrument i’ll probably get more reqs because atm i haven’t done a req since the last part of fwtkac and since that wasn’t answering an ask (since it was multiparts) lowkey people have probably forgotten i opened reqs back up again for bllk 😭 anyways hoping to get some more of these out of the way now that i have more free time and am not busily vacationing/writing karasu’s version of bfb (still cannot believe that’s the longest bllk fic i’ve written so far 😩)

HAHAAH EXACTLY like karasu acknowledges shidou’s freak but he’s undeniably talented/not mediocre so karasu has no choice but to be gang with him…meanwhile shidou is in it for the vibes + he thinks the bullshit karasu says abt erotic left legs and whatnot is super funny so they get along very well 😭 rip tabieita but i fear i am now a ryutabi TRUTHER 🤩 jkjk but no actually i’m going to make them besties at some point even if it’s just in a smau (although the otoya + shidou duo is also hilarious so dare i say trio?? and then yukimiya can get actually normal somewhat mature friends like reo and barou 😰)

THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING like bro is starstruck that he somehow managed to create something so perfect 🥹 honestly he already has parenting experience (dealing with pxg) i just know he’s prepared and ready for it

OMG YES literally any and all nagi + barou interactions i’m so excited because i miss them being together so much 😭 BEST bllk duo no question i cannot wait for them to be reunited post nel (because despite what the haters say nagi is NOT going anywhere and barou is eating it up atm so safe to say he’s staying)

i agree completely…i think it’s a mix of the pacing just not being enjoyable to me weekly + everyone dying + me getting busy with irl and then becoming super into bllk as soon as i had free time that just really made me so lukewarm!! i think it’s impressive what gege has managed to create and for sure what he does well he does EXCELLENTLY so i’m not here to hate as some people have been doing however i do think the writing is not always as good as it’s hyped up to be either (cough female characters cough) and there’s def spots that make me go “hm” 😔 i’m hoping the ending is satisfying and wraps up any loose ends but we’ll see…anyways leaks tn for jjk i think so ig we can get a pretty good idea of what’s going to happen based on the chapter!!

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL OVER THERE FR like sometimes i’d just stand there and be like “wow this feels like the set of a movie” it literally just didn’t even seem real at times 😭 probably going to call the doctor at some point this week and hopefully they offer good solutions because i’m still dizzy even lying in bed at home 😓

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

When teasing goes a bit too far [pt.3]

Characters: Asra (he/they, The Arcana), N (they/them, S/I), Faust (she/her, Asra's familiar)

Selfship: Asra and N (queerplatonic)

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Marriage can mean a lot of things, and the process of thinking about them is making N's insecurities stronger.

Notes: the weekly dose of emotional hurt/comfort some of us need. especially self-indulgent im sorry beware XDDD

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | Letter 1 | Letter 2 | Epilogue

He had just turned the stove on when he saw N standing on their tiptoes to reach some plates in the cupboard. It was a very simple —and nowadays part of their routine— view, yet the domesticity of it still managed to get a soft smile out of him. 

Asra watched N prepare the table. They looked so focused on their little task that he did not dare to break the silence until, right after finishing and giving the table an approving grin, they went back to Asra’s side and watched the stove with them. He welcomed them by his side by giving them a quick kiss near their ear.

“Are you hungry? You seem kind of fidgety.”

“Not really, but I’m really looking forward to having some of your cooking,” N commented, eyes on the pot. “Or maybe I’m just excited to have dinner with you.”

“But we have dinner together almost every day.”

“Still.”

He nudged them with his shoulder, their smile showing his teeth. N got comfortable for the little wait and turned to support their back on the counter. As they stayed there in silence, their eyes wandered through the kitchen as if they hadn’t been there before. And then the pot. And the floor too, for a moment.

“How long will it take?” they asked after some minutes of silence.

“Hm, around thirty minutes, maybe?”

“Right.” N’s eyes wandered again before going back to Asra. “Do you mind if I talk about something, then?”

Upon hearing the question, Asra unconsciously stepped closer. Not enough to touch them, but as close as they could get to catch their attention. He nodded. The serious tone in their voice had started to worry them.

“Sorry if this sounds too sad, all of a sudden, but– Are you… happy, spending life with me like this?”

“Of course I am,” he reassured, although still concerned about the question. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Really?” their doubt came with a sad smile and a lower voice. “I know we’ve been together for some years now, but I have recently started to fear that you… deserve better? That you deserve more. Don’t take me wrong, I love you and being with you, but it began to feel unfair to want to keep you with me when you could be so much happier somewhere else.”

“Oh, N.”

His brow furrowed, their hand in the air as they waited for N to make a gesture that would let him caress them. Yet they made an effort to maintain that sad smile. Asra felt lost for a moment, but the feeling of their partner slowly holding his hand helped them organise his thoughts somehow.

“There’s… so, so much I simply cannot give you,” N continued while tracing the lines of his hand. “We both know it, and yet, how can you be so sure that being with me is the right thing for you?”

“Because I want you, that I’m sure of,” he said, finally holding their cheek. “I don’t want anything that would hurt you or that you don’t want to do. I want your jokes, waking up to the sight of your bed hair and the smile you give me when you accept my affection.”

“But–”

“N, you’re letting the worry take up too much space inside of you. Look at me.”

The hand he had kept on their cheek was now fixing their hair at a slow pace. Asra could feel their eyes on his, so he gave them a moment as he focused on their face. After he held their hand a bit tighter and N held it back, he took a breathe in and continued:

“I want you, N. Not anything nor anyone else,” they placed a finger on their chest, right on their heart. “You can trust me, you know this.”

“Hm.” Their eyes turned teary, but they fought the tears and nodded. 

“I like you so much I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express it all, so you’ll have to bear with me while I try to do so during all the years to come. Does that sound good to you?”

“Yeah,” N answered, using their free hand to wipe off some small tears now. “Sorry for the needed reassurance. I just really thought that…”

“I would never leave you for having boundaries, N,” they confirmed, practically guessing the other’s thoughts. “In fact, I could start listing off all the little things that make me feel lucky I get to spend my days with you, and none of them would disrespect said boundaries. Ever.”

“Oh, come on,” they awkwardly chuckled, having a hard time keeping up with the new positive tone of their chat. Asra caressed their hand and supported the side of his body on the counter, as if that simple shift in his position meant he had accepted their own challenge.

“Let’s see…,” they sighed with a smile, swinging N’s hand in theirs. “I like how you always feel the need to have breakfast after waking up, and the way you slowly walk towards me when you need a hug only because it is cold outside.”

“Hey,” they smiled, yet spoke as if they were offended.

“I like the way you welcome Faust into your arms, always opening them as if you were about to receive a hug from a person. And how you smile at clients, especially when it is their first time receiving a reading from you and you just want them to feel comfortable. I like your serious look when you ask for the simplest stuff, and how your eyes open when a spell you’ve spent time on suddenly works out.”

N didn’t have the strength to say anything, really. They barely found courage to look at their partner’s face at first, but he continued nevertheless and went on again. They were carefully being wrapped between caresses on their knuckles and praises aimed to their ears. Asra was… caring like that.

“I like how your eyes shine when we meet our friends and it is so obvious that everyone you love is in the same place. I like how you still try to cling to me when sleeping even on the hottest summer nights. I like how seriously you take your journaling, and that focused look of yours when you are determined to do something. I like the feeling of your lips against my forehead and the way our hands look together when we walk through the marketplace. I, of course, like the way you pronounce my name when your accent in your mother tongue clearly shows as you speak.”

“Asra…”

“Yeah, exactly like that.”

Their sweet smile showed their dimples as they fondly stared at N, who reached out to his cheek. Their thumb caressed the lines that appeared as a consequence of that smile and, after a moment of reflection, they wrapped Asra in their arms. He quickly held them back, hands meeting behind N’s back.

“I love you,” N whispered, almost as if they could not speak properly. “And sorry again, for all of that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to remind you that I love you too.”

“Thank you, really,” they expressed as they hid in the crook of his neck. “I’ll try not to worry that much.”

Asra patted their back, still holding them close. Their heart wondered what the root of these recent doubts was, and his hypothesis was, perhaps, only what he wished to be true. With their face getting warmer and the conversation with Vassago in their mind, he tried to calm his heart before asking:

“Have you been thinking about this because of…?”

“Hm,” N answered in an affirmative tone, interrupting Asra’s hesitation as if neither of them were prepared to hear the end of that question. “I want to make sure you have the best for you in your life.”

That fluttering feeling again. He had to swallow his words and think twice about what to say after that. However, even if he had planned something for it, it was meant to fail due to the short time they had in their hands. The water inside the pot started to spill from all that time with no one keeping an eye on it, and N rushed to turn the stove off. They laughed at the mess together and prepared to clean it all before Faust tried to drink something from the floor.

[carmenized-onions]

Yap sheet live and in color pt 2!! Um ily this is so fun im actually having such a good week and the fact that U updated also just makes it even better 🫶🫶🫶 also i think to maybe see if it doesn't make the ask so super long on like feeds imma try this with no spaces between maybe idk

1.) This is literally from the tags i haven't even started reading, but hurt,,, some comfort??? UGH okay off i go

2.) WAIT THE OTHER SHOE THING IS SO FUCKING BRILLIANT ONION WTF

3.) Lowk forgot i was doing this for a sec bc im waiting for water to boil cause im making dinner rn BUT OH BOY DID THIS BRING IT BACK FOR ME

CARMY CALLING RICHIE A DEAD BEAT MAN ILL BEAT UP THAT LITTLE RAT BOY i love him so much it hurts but ill kick his ass fr like just bc ur hurting doesnt mean u make everyone else hurt (even tho thats how he was raised :< anyways thats 1 L for carm major L

4.) YEAHH RICH FUCKING SPEAK ON IT SPEAK ON ITTTT oh uh oh not tony catching strays rip us. Double uh oh coming from carmy. Also carmy thats another L don't do richie like that :<

5.) I fucking love you :< AND THEN FOR HIM TO SAY RICHIE IS NOTHING LIKE FUCK RIGHT AWF L MAJOR L

6.) Yk what this chapter is going to be endless Ls for carm i can already tell but :< the whole oh are you gonna fix him too?? Like I can just feel and see like the hurt radiating off of him thru the screen like he's clearly so affected by all the stuff he saw but :< thats still not an excuse CARMEN

7.)The fact that Tony feels like she needs to prove herself, that she can take it, makes me very :<

8.) Also like I'm intrigued bc it almost feels like more than Tony just not charging them for the services out of like the goodness of her own heart or guilt over not being there for mikey like i originally thought like theres something else going on there i am ✨️confused✨️

9.) Noooo not Tony thinking she did something wrong :<<<

10.) i fear im going to jump off a bridge at this rate bc WAAAAAAA carmy is obviously so upset and he CLEARLY doesnt know how to handle that he IS SO ME

11.) MAJOR L MAJOR L

carmy im coming for you count your days that was so uncalled for Carmen what the FUCK onion im coming for u bc I just know I would be sobbing on the floor if carmen said that to me like especially bc Tony very obviously blames herself already :<

12.) Okay my noodles are done so BUT im mildly confused is all this carmy pov happening right after he yelled actually i just glanced back and yes it is and i will say i am glad carmy is at least A LITTLE self aware and that he's completely off the rails anyway

13.) :< i want my comfort neow right neow onion this is making me so sad (im on like point 7) also verbal confirmation that tony is crying like this isnt even a carmy specific L this is just an L

14.) Carmy just major self loathing makes me sad like yes he did this to himself but also like this is just the only way hes ever been shown how to express himself and ugh this better end with him going to therapy (i know it wont)

15.) Um so i read all of tonys thing just now i think uh anyway im gonna kms now tony thinks he hates her :< i really want my comfort now

16.) I know carmy doesnt deserve comfort but also i think he does a little is that too much to ask for

17.) Also the whole heart to heart with Richie makes me so :< i dont have a lot of coherent notes to write except for :< like im very :< right now

18.) Also i LOVE that tony is going to go to the fucking eras tour with richie and eva i LOVE that anyway um ACK ACK ACK

19.) ALSO ALSO ALSO like UGHHHH richie telling tony its not her fault mikey died and them commiserating is so fucking AGH

20.) STOP THE BANTER wait pause

21.) firstly um tony STILL looking out for carmy warms my heart thats fucking cold bc u KILLED ME anyway

22.) Right. UGHHHHH the banter has me just a touch :> bc like syd and tony dogging on richie is so :>. But overall im still :<.

23.) Stop not mikey thinking that tony and carmy would be a good match :< also like i feel like that *kinda* confirms that tony and mikey didnt have a thing bc why tf would he say that if they ever did but anyway

ONION TONY AND CARMY BETTER FUCKING TALK IN THE NEXT ONE IM SO FUCKING SERIOUS

As always i adore you and your writing even if i almost sobbed reading this one there were actual tears in my eyes and i never ever ever cry reading stuff or consuming media so fuck you so hard for that one

🫶🫶🫶 till next time pookie

LETS. GET. INTO ITTT.. Yap Sheet from Just Dropped, I'm excited to hear your thoughts on Something to Do!! Unless you already did-- And I'm just real fuckin slow to churn through my inbox.

THE NO SPACES SEEMED TO HAVE WORKED??? I hope that was easy for you, on your end-- If it's not, simply destroy people's pages it's fine we ball.

I did the.... some comfort because I was like... It does definitely hurt-- Comfort wise, it's definitely there, but you just don't really get it from the person you want it from, yknow?

AND THANK YOU-- I was very happy, when I realized the silly other shoe bit I could do. fun hat trick on my part.

DEAD BEAT BROOOO-- I can't remember if I added that or if it was in the original dialogue. I think I added it? I remember needing a transition line, to get into it-- It was like the Carmen equivalent of Richie's okay donna-- WOOF

I'll just do one point, for the Richie side of the fight, as I the writer don't have much to say about it but yeah it was-- Shit was brutal. It was very interesting to look at the freezer fight again with the perspective of Tony in mind and going,,,, huh,,,, they could both be talking to her, in this. The You're Nothing really also-- I wonder if Carmen will ever actually say that to someone, in canon. I don't think he could. But also they might just be saving it for the biggest explosion.

Writing Carmen's dialogue for this was very tough and interesting, for me-- Because like-- With the information he had, I kinda got it. Like yes 100% self-destructive tendencies but also I think I could sympathize with like, essentially him thinking he was basically some sort of manic pixie to be fixed by Tony. He was wrong, but like-- I get the concern. He shoulda voiced it better but I get him.

YEAAHHHH, YEAAHHHH Tony before this chapter for the most part I think only displayed the good/quirky parts about being the anxious helpful hero type, and this chapter and onward I think really got into the genuinely self-destructive behaviours of her thinking she needs to be able to take shit.

There was in fact, something going on there. With the invoice. LMAO. Tony's nice but she understands the power of a dollar

The repeated 'did i do something wrong' across multiple chapters-- Fuckin, in anything 'did i do something wrong' will always fucking get my ass. Like it's just so. It's. I'm, I'm fuckin sweatin just thinking about it. It always hurts.

CARMEN MAJOR L MOMENT ABSOLUTE L.

It's funny that while writing that line, I had always planned for that line to be like, the spinebreaker but I was worried, when I had actually put it to paper, that readers were somehow not gonna think it was that bad. I'm glad everyone thought it was horrifically bad. He fucked up there.

I won't comment much on Carmen's POV because there's some surprises I have in stock, for you, with that-- But I do agree. I think Carmen is typically slow to realize he fucked it-- But when it's something like that and everyone has a volatile reaction-- He's gonna know immediately that it's over.

Here's the thing, I can't show you any lines from the next chapter, because literally every single line is a spoiler for what the chapter is. but I've realized actually I can show you an old draft-- This was from the original list of the seven things.

I took this out, inevitably, but I did really like the idea of like... Realizing that this moment isn't just a now fuck up, it's a forever fuck up.

14. both of those fuckers went right on the self-loathing train. What could we expect from them? Choo choo, mf.

16. I hate to tell you this. He's gonna have a terrible time. I'm not letting that motherfucker catch a break. You'll see what I mean, in time.

17. WHY'S THE HEART TO HEART MAKE YOU FROWN--- I mean I get it but like BITTERSWEET RIGHT? RIGHT? ANYONE?? IS THIS THING ON?? Do you think the writers knew when they wrote season 2 and Richie getting Swift tickets they knew those things were gonna be like 3000 dollars a pop. I feel like they didn't. I like to go back and read this bit, from time to time. I just really like Richie and Chip. Am I a Rich/Chip believer? Honestly. A little bit I think. I have a wandering eye. I think.

21. Tony will always look out for Carm. It's so lame. get UP girl be PETTY-- HAUNT HIS ASS!!! DO A HAUNT!!!!

23. I love that you say kinda. I love that know one trusts me with a slight confirmation. I have poisoned the water mistrust and I love that.

I'M HONOURED TO GET YA MISTY-- MEANS A LOT, I hope you enjoy/enjoyed the next one. Love you fuck you sorry not sorry at all my bad your fault hugs and kisses THANK YOU BYYYYEE

[bookaddict05]

Girl in the chair - Pt 5

Sitting here unable to do anything as I see the psychotic dick, cut Milo. I'm internally screaming unable to do anything to help save him from the agony. I know he's acting tough trying to not give anything away about his power or to show weakness to the sick fuck.

Everything is disorientated, hearing nothing but my own thoughts. That's when voice penetrated through my thoughts. A deep voice the ricocheted through my mind as if it was hollow hitting off the walls. Something said in Russian.

"STOP IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ANYTHI..." Stating the sentence before I got put into my internal prison.

"Oh my God Milo" I say beneath my breath.

"Y/N it's okay I'm going to get you out of here trust me okay?" he says quietly

"Right now little miss Y/N has woken up we can continue, yes?" Rumlow states in a sadistic tone as he walks back over to the table placing a red book down on the table and grabbing the knife next to it. He starts making his way over to me, and I pray to god that Milo doesn't do something stupid and just lets me take the pain, I know I may look weak but I can stand my own, this has nothing to do with my stubbornness, okay.

He places the knife to my cheek and Milo cracks.

"STOP ILL TELL YOU ANYTHING" I release a breath I didn't know i was holding in. 'no no no milo' I think to myself knowing if I said out loud it wouldn't change the outcome.

"About time" He responds, he nods to an agent behind me who comes over and takes me out of the chair.

"Wait, you're taking her home right? It's either I know she is safe or you're not getting anything from me" I hear Milo say as I am escorted to the doors and taken out of the room.

I arrive home and left alone as the agents disperse back to their base. I quickly pick up my phone from the couch where I left it last and quickly rang Kate.

"KATE, you need to get to milo ASAP, this man called Rumlow is psychotic, he needs you and the other superheroes you clearly work with now down there and save his ass"

"Oh my god Y/N, are you okay? and don't worry we are already there, I'm going to send a S.H.I.E.L.D agent to get you back to the compound, and don't worry its one that we can trust, his name is Coulson, I've got to go to save Milo's ass now, see you back there"

She hangs up. I look around the house and there is no sign of my parents being home. I walk into my dads office and the once smashed window is now fixed, memories flashing through my mind.

I hear a knock at the door and I look out the window being cautious. I walk over to the door and he shows me his badge off the bat, the S.H.I.E.L.D logo big and on show.

"Agent Coulson, I'm guessing your Miss Y/L/N here to take you to the compound for a routine check up as requested from Miss Bishop and Mr Stark"

"Yeah that's me", the man looked kind and sincere obviously regarding to my current state of cuts and bruises, but I didn't feel like it was necessary for the pity parade for me, Milo had endured much worse and I couldn't help keep thinking if they did anything worse to him since I left.

I follow Coulson out to the black BMW car, he opens the back door and I get in.

We travel about 30 mins and arrive at the compound to be greeted by Kate. I run over with a bit of a limp to her after Coulson let me out of the car and give her a big hug.

"Where's Milo? Is he okay?"

"Yes he's fine Y/N he's in medical now resting, he has many deep cuts and a concussion, but banner said he will be fine, Ill take you up now to get looked at to"

As we go in I try to not have a little fan girl moment, seeing all of the heroes I idolise is just mind blowing

~ time skip ~

Its been a few days now since the day that will haunt me forever. The cut on my leg has healed over but still on the mend but overall I'm physically feeling better. Milo is a lot better now, he's off bed rest and is starting to move around more. Honestly crazy someone in his condition should have been on bed rest for at least a week, but I guess that what happens when you get bitten by a spider and it gives you super regeneration. Lucky little shit he is.

I've gotten in contact with my parents telling them I am at Milos house for the week, which they were strangely okay about. Especially my father he was practically trying to force me out the house. But honestly I was relieved I could not be bothered to put up a fight about why I wasn't feeling safe anymore anywhere I went. A constant pit of anxiety every time I walk around a corner of the compound. I know I should think this is the safest place for me to be however I thought about that when I was watching TV in my own home, but I guess I'm going to have to keep my guard up more.

I'm sitting a spare bedroom that the avengers were kind enough to give me while staying here with them. There is a knock at the door and I walk over to open it but before I could Milo comes barging in with Kate.

"Avengers party tonight and we are going" Milo exclaims while flopping on to the bed.

"Really?, do we have to? Can't we just stay in and watch movies again? I don't really have enough social energy in me right now." I say trying to get out of a room of crowds where you don't even know the people around you.

"No, come on Y/N, we have been stuck in our rooms watching movies since we came back, I need to let loose some extra energy that's been building up inside" He responds

"pleaseeeeeeeee" they both say in unison giving me the puppy dog eyes. I swear to God these idiots will be the literal death of me.

"OKAY, fine, we will go, now please stop with those god awful faces, we are going to need outfits"

"Don't worry about it, the girls said that we could borrow their dresses and for milo, Tony has a suit for him so we are sorted" Kate said with a big grin across her face.

They get up and leave the room closing the door behind them.

I roll over on to my belly on the bed and sigh putting my face into the pillow.

~ time skip~

Nat and Wanda are in my room and showing me and Kate dresses they have that will fit for the occasion. And that's when I see the perfect dress. A floor length satin gown, with a leg slit on the front of the dress, fit for any Stark party.

Kate picked out a purple satin dress with glitter on the top of the sweetheart neckline. Milo stumbles out the bath room in a black suit with a black dress shirt underneath it.

We walk from my room down the the function room. The corridor starts to feel like its starting to enclose, my breath starts to feel shallow and I start to feel my hands tremble as we near the room. My head starts pounding with an overwhelming sensation taking over my body. Hands clammy as we enter the room. The heat and sweat escapes the room through the doors and hits us almost instantly. Causing me to feel even more nauseous than before. The heat takes over my body rushing through and going to my head causing an dizzy sensation roll over me. I start to back out the room letting the others go in while I stay behind.

The doors shut.

I'm alone.

So I thought.

I walk away from the room with my head down focusing on the floor trying to calm down the panic attack that I was clearly having.

I walk straight into someone muscular and tall. I look up and it was him. The Winter Solider.

That's when the memories came flooding back. Him being outside the cell. Him following me. Every memory with him in before they injected me with that weird serum, came flooding back.

Everything fell to the pit of my stomach. Heart rate high enough to be almost life threatening.

Then he started saying the words, the words that triggered everything that I hated since that day.

"Longing... Rusted... Furnace... Daybreak... Seventeen... Benign... Nine... Homecoming... One... Freight Car"

Repeating the same words over and over again in Russian.

I was no longer myself.

[elix8r]

never thought id do this but heres an essay on my thoughts on monkey bars 😭😭🤍🤍🤍

let me preface this by saying you did such an amazing job with this truly, you wrote so so well and i feel like you encapsulated every perfect emotion in the best way possible, and somehow it just gets better and better? i forgot how pt 1 went so i reread it before i read pt 2 and i was blown away again but youve even improved somehow ?!!? youre like the gift that keeps on giving 💋 also, thank you so so much for pushing through and writing this, i know it couldnt have been easy struggling with writers block but i hope u know we all think the world of this fic so please see the worth of your work 💗

ok now MY THOUGHTS!!! oh my lord, where to begin… first of all, same as before: from part one, i was already irked with jake when he pulled the beomgyu shit (albeit i moved on pretty damn fast surprisingly) but the cliffhanger you left us on was a game changer like he crossed the line so bad. i was conviced i would never forgive him. if someone did that to me i would have the exact same reaction as y/n tbh. anger later sad confusion panic first. and seeing the aftermath in part 2??? first of all, so glad she had such a good support system around her and people who actually put their morals first aka 02z bc u already know men irl would defend their “boys” first or whatever 🙄 hearing other girls gossip about her actually broke my heart cos if it was me i wouldve cried n had a panic attack there and then … and knowing my PARENTS know about it 😭😭😭

you wrote so well i was actually about to insert myself in NO JOKE!!!! like ok lets stray for a while but me personally i dont like “dumping” my emotions on anybody bc it makes me feel like im burdening them but when i read the scene when she went back home,, oh lord i wanted to cry in the dads arms there n then, u have a talent with words fr 🫣🫣

SORRY BACK TO OUR SCHEDULED ANNOUNCEMENT, nowhere in this fic was my heart set in stone. ok i lied. for the first 80% i was like FUCK THAT MAN HE DESERVES TO DIE IM NEVER FORGIVING YOU but then i started feeling pity too DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY YOURE AMAZING AT WRITING??? like am i throwing away my morals or am i just understanding that people are multidimensional,, woah lord,, like tbh i wouldnt have forgiven jake bc something of that scale is just not in my books, was way too extreme, but the way you wrote his character, his guilt, the actual situation??? couldnt even blame y/n for feeling sympathetic cos damn me too… i know a lot of people might not agree (especially irl. DEF NOT) but the way you wrote everything… how do you not feel bad for the poor boy 😭 in no way is y/n to blame for ANYTHING but at some point i started to be worried for jake too so i was like u know what. fine. get together with the boy. NO WAIT. idk. dont. IDK?!!!?

i think me personally, i wouldnt have been able to forgive him but i wouldve tried to move past it, despite how hard it would be. whether or not we get together would be a different question because rebuilding trust would take a lot, but,, yeah. overall i am soooo fucking satisfied with this, and the ending was so refreshing tbh!!! at first i was hoping they wouldn’t get together (literally when they kissed again i was like NOOO GIRLLLL WHYYYYY have more self respect!!!!) but after your slayful writing i was like nah u know what give them a happy ending,, n u did not disappoint,,,, i loved how it ended and that fresh start at the end was really like a breath of fresh air i have no idea how to explain it but it just genuinely did feel like a fresh start. i loved it. i will be rereading. thank you

OH MY GOSH THIS IS THE LONGEST MESSAGE I'VE EVER GOTTEN AND IM LITERALLY SCREAMING IN JOY BECAUSE OF IT!!

this was insane praise like omfg thank you so much! i always have such a hard time wondering if what i wrote is good enough to put out for you guys and to hear you say that is so meaningful to me 😭 the writer's block def was a bitch but hearing you say that you could see that I've improved makes everything worth it like i'd go through it again if it'll help me get better at writing im crying literally 🥹

so the whole time i was writing this last part i had a hard time deciding if oc should forgive him or not because personally i would never be able to but i just felt that the only way for this story to wrap up well and in a satisfying way would be if it was a happy? ending so i ended up just going with that and yes one of the main things i wanted to show was that everyone was rooting for y/n so i made sure no one excused jake's behavior

the scene where she went back home was kind of tough to write like i totally get you i get really emotionally invested even when im writing and jfc just imagining how my parents would react literally had me going through it like her dad was devastated and i think it really shows to what extent one person's actions/mistakes can effect cause this shit not only broke her down but also most of those around her so those scenes were def tough to write

but i am so so so glad to hear how much you enjoyed the ending and overall this story! you seriously just relieved me of so many of my worries regarding this story and i always feel like the best compliment is when people tell me they'll reread my stuff so thank you so so much for sending me this ginormous message and hope I'll continue to produce stuff you like! love you loads 🫶 🫶 🫶

[marcusoseman99]

Songs of the isle pt. 31

Leander: Glad you still have faith in me. 

Vick: We are fine Leander kept me safe.  

Papa: Glad to hear that how did your lesson go? 

Vick: Yeah I think I learned a lot about Magic.  

Leander: It's true your grandson is a quick study. 

*Papa puts his arm around Vick while Vick smiles at Leander for the complement they all go into the house entering the kitchen Papa and Vick stand by the fridge as Leander walks passed out of the kitchen* 

Papa: Are you postive you are ok? 

Vick: Yeah of course, why? 

Papa: Son i am your Grandfather i know when you are upset also seeing Leander in action was more that likely- alot. 

Vick: it was- 

Papa: Complete and utter violence  

Vick: On my god yes I know it is apart of the job but- Fuck

Papa: LANGUAGE and its a good thing that it bothers you

Vick: Sorry but what do you mean. 

Papa: When i was your age this stuff didnt affect me i made alot of stupid decisions im just glad you want do the same.

Vick: Thanks Papa.

*The two hug in the kitchen* 

Papa: Never lose that doubt it makes you better than the people that follow blindly. 

Vick: I won't lose it, Papa.

Papa: But don’t make that doubt stop you from acting  

Vick: How will I know what to do. 

*Papa laughs before looking Vick in the eyes while still having his hands on his shoulders*

Papa: You'll learn on your own.

Vick: Thanks?

Papa: I’m always here if you need to talk I love you, kiddo.

Vick: Love you too. 

*The two hug and Vick goes back to his room, where Vick sits on his bed*  

*Apollo falls through the ground into another Hel he repeats this process multiple times, coming Across a man in the desert who tries to fight Apollo then someone being hung up into a red eagle he keeps going digging and moving through hel more casual now*

Apollo: I really thought this was going to be the hard part but I guess personal demons hit harder than a strangers.

*Apollo drops down again onto a ship in the ocean filled with Vikings that are all sitting by the sides rowing the ship while their leader stands by the steering org in a full suit of metal armour *

Apollo: This is weird....... eh I got time to kill I’ll wait.

*Apollo waits a for a bit even falling asleep beside the mast of the ship till a storm comes around and the ship comes alive knocking everything around and in the distance the silhouette of a giant snake and boat next to each other*

Apollo: Well that picked up.

*None of the men turn to look at him*

Apollo: HEY!

*Apollo starts to point and yell but nothing happens even while the panicked Vikings run around trying to save the boat*

Apollo: They can’t see me I guess I’m safe for now.

*The boat continues to survive and that’s when Apollo sees the Leader looking toward the snake in the distance*

Apollo: Don’t you have more pressing issues I mean yeah it’s probably the world serpent but-

*At that moment the leader gets launched into the water by a hammer that flies its way back after a couple of seconds*

Apollo: Pfft WHat the fuck.

*Apollo wakes up and the ship is the same again, no storm and no snake to be see*

Apollo: What the fuck?

*Apollo jumps of the ship headfirst then wakes up in the ship again*

Apollo: ahh ok......... FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

*Then proceeds a montage of Apollo trying varies ways to escape from this new hel*

Apollo: Right breath, what haven’t you tried yet you have managed to escape practically every single hel so far what am I missing?

*Apollo looks around the boat but in the form of a pov he glosses over practical everything before shooting back to the captain*

Apollo: Lightbulb

*Apollo runs over to the captain and as soon as he touches the captain he appears to be brought out of his loop*

Frey: Who are you?

[le-ciel-estbleu]

Are you between the ages of 30 & 40? in 9 months i will be -_-

What was your favorite toy as a child? i can't recall,i liked a great many things as i remember

How much was a gallon of gasoline when you first started driving? i wish i remember.

What was your first car? PT cruiser

Who taught you how to drive? my friends, my dad

What was your high school mascot? warrior

Did you go to your Senior Prom? yes

What did you do after graduation? worked, moved away with my brother, met my future husband while working away from home.

What was your first job? administrative assistant for a paralegal at a small law firm in the next town

What did you want to be when you grew up? actress.

Any posters on your bedroom walls growing up? yes

Do you remember the first time you drank a beer? yes, my dad gave me a sip of his budweiser and i thought it was nasty.

Did you ever try cigarettes? unfortunately

If you could change anything from your teenage years, would you? yes but would i be the same person?

Do you remember your first time? yes

Ever look back and wish some things were still the same? no, if things were the same then you would live the same day over and over again. that would be boring now wouldn't it

After high school - straight to college or straight to work? straight to work

How much did you make per hour at your first job? i can't remember, very little though.... 8.25 maybe?

Favorite home-cooked meal growing up? beef stroganof

Favorite place to eat out growing up? john harvards brew house

Did your parents live in a different country before you were born? yes

Do you have a preferred coffee brand? vermont coffee company

Have you ever dated someone who was terrible with money? yes

If so, how did it affect the relationship? we were young so it didn't really matter much

How often do you paint your nails? barely ever, i like my toes painted though

What is something you frequently forget? my brain

How do you feel about your body? i liked it better before

If you had to move to a new city, where would you move? concord nh

Have you ever traveled on a double-decker train? no, double decker bus though in NYC

What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up? massage therapists

Do they still have these jobs? Or different jobs? Or have they retired? my dad has the same job, my mom doesn't

Do you own any winter sports equipment? yes, i can't wait to go snow shoeing

Do you have a cell contract plan, or are you on a pre-paid plan? unfortunately a contract i think, but i hope i could get out of it because i'm shopping around and i think i can get a cheaper deal. Verizon is so fucking expensive, its ridiculous for one person to pay over $100 just for themselves.

Your ex taps you on the shoulder and says, “I still love you.” You say? i'm sorry, i hope you can find solace and move on.

Do you play video games? i used to play more but i have several consoles and many games

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged?

Do you care about anyone that doesn’t care about you? sometimes it seems so

When was the last time you ate a bar of chocolate? had some s'mores a few weeks ago i think?

Do you wake up a lot in the middle of the night? always at the same time every morning, 5 fucking am or 4 something right before my alarm. so annoying

Do you usually get popcorn or soda at the movie theater? i love to, im a weirdo like that

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Being dustin's parents Pt: 2 (kinda)

summary: just you and Eddie being great parents and taking a trip, nothing too excited..I think?

a/n: thank you so much for all the love on my headcannon! I wasn't expecting it to do so well, so I couldn't handle it and I made somewhat of a second part!

part 1

Okay with johnny, whenever you go out with dustin together, people are shocked, especially older people

“Oh wow, you two are awfully young  to have 2 kids already!”

“How do you do it?”

“You must have a lot of help with 2 kiddos”

“Who does he get the curly hair from?”

You and Eddie heard it all, you were used to it at this point

Like hell yeah! you do have 2 kids! Big deal

You guys even planned a trip to California to visit Will

This was made into a big trip with the whole gang

Of course you all try and chip in to getting an RV

Eddie suggested he could steal another one

Lowkey would be easier, but no way in hell you would let him do that

Big boy Steve was the designated driver

Nancy and robin were on snack duty

Eddie was on music, along with robin of course

They would fight on what really is music

And you were on babysitting duty 

Dustin was by your side hanging out with his little brother

“Wait, can you adopt us too?”

“We wanna be munsons too,”

“HEY! I can use a few too, i am a parent too,”

“Hey hey, you are all my kids, no one is loved less or more,” you teased.

Steve was kinda jealous how under control you had it.

“I’m just better at this than you,”

“Well yeah you have practice, that's not fair, I had to learn to take them under control.”

“Steve don't you forget I was here first, so I showed you how to control them,”

You would make stops along the way and take pictures, with this being your first family trip and all

“Okay okay, stand here, HENDERSON GET IN THIS!”

Eddie smiled through as he took the photos of you two

Of course you took a family picture with dustin too 

You took pictures of him as well and together so that way johnny had pictures of you guys

As well with the rest of the gang

He took small candids along the way wanting to catch you and Johnny in your element

From time to time he would take care of him and babysit the kids while you slept

Eddie has helped you a lot since you Johnny so he was used to doing all the messy work, along with dustin

After all you did all the work giving him a kid and giving Dustin a brother so, as he always did, he treated you like a princess, broke the gender norms and helped you out.

Once you arrived to Will’s house you all got out excitedly 

“Oh my gosh! You had the baby!”

Joyce would be all over you being so happy

She would hold on to Johnny for the most part.

“I miss when Will was like this, he would be all sleepy, Jonathan would be awake and kicked a lot,”

She would go through all the baby pictures she had and she even gave you some baby clothes 

She even had girls' outfits.

“We thought Will was gonna be a girl so we bought some clothes, but he surprised us all,”

“Here, you should have them, i have a feeling you're gonna have a girl next,”

Ahhh of course, next.

You and eddie wanted a big family you guys were going for 4 kids and of course made an exception for dustin, so in total you were having 5 kids

“Im hoping i get a girl too,”

Oh how crazy he was for trying for a girl, but for now he was okay with Johnny, of course he wanted them to be close in age, but wanted to wait until Johnny was a little bigger.

But you enjoyed his gushing

He saw the clothes and fell in love with the idea

“Oh my gosh, i can just imagine, she might be the opposite of me, she is definitely gonna come out as you, but likes what i like, if you decide you want more, maybe one will come out like me, all metal head, and nerdy, and look exactly like you,”

You could imagine it all already, you more than anything loved the idea.

“Wait, who will babysit them if Steve has kids? He will no longer be the babysitter,”

“Well we have a lot of help, the kids love you and they will want to help,”

When you got back from the trip you stayed in hawkins

You had talked with wayne, and he was gonna be home for a few days

So you stayed so he could see johnny

He hadn't met him and you knew this would be a good chance to spend time with him all together.

“Look at you two, all grown up, what's the little fellas name?”

“Johnny, johnny munson,”

He was shocked too at the last name

“I didn't think you wanted to keep the name?”

“I didn't at first, but y/n convinced me, i've grown to be proud of it,”

“So am i,”

a/n: thank you so much for all the love! I'm happy you all enjoy my writing glad I hope you stay along for the many not so many fics I write. for those who are knew I write and then I stop writing so be prepared for my bipolar writers block, love you all so much and thank you!

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can you pleasee do pt 2 to draco fucking his arranged marriage wife of the next day the reader being needy saying that she can’t get enough of him while he’s working in his office and he’s like “babe im busy😑” but then rails tf outta her right there😀 with like praise and daddy kink😩😩😩

read part 1 here

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 3.0k

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, daddy kink, praise, slight degradation/humiliation, mentions of arranged marriage

a/n: i have been so excited to write a part two to this imagine the second i got the request. there will also be a part three coming soon so if you like these stay tuned! these have to be my favorite ones i've ever written.

It was the day after your marriage truly started. Although you and your husband, Draco Malfoy, had been married for weeks, the marriage truly began yesterday.

It had been a whirlwind.

It all began with you fucking your ex boyfriend, something you did in a desperate attempt to receive physical contact and get out of the house you had thought to be a prison.

When your husband came home, you decided it would be a brilliant idea to tell him. It was an arranged marriage, one that he did not seem enthusiastic to be a part of, so you figured there would be no hard feelings.

You were incredibly, incredibly wrong.

He had a lot of feelings about your adultery, but not only was there the anger and jealousy you were expecting, there was sadness. That had taken you by surprise, and only after poking the dragon, you finally consummated your marriage with your husband. Right there on the couch of the entrance hall.

After he had fucked you silly, you both reached the agreement that you would actually try to work as a real marriage. You had both made mistakes, and you were both ready and excited to move past those and really try to build a relationship out of what you had both thought was doomed from the start.

Which was why you were in front of his study, a hand raised and ready to knock, the following evening. He had been in there most of the day, working on a project for what you had learned to be connected to the Malfoy’s family business, but you were ready to put an end to his work day in the best way you knew how.

Your hand had barely connected with the wood when you heard a curt “Come in,” from the other side of the door.

You opened the door slowly and walked in, taking in the sight before you. There were papers scattered all over the desk, inkwells and quills mixed into the mess. Either you caught him at a bad time, or he wasn’t as tidy as you had assumed.

But it wasn’t the desk that caught your eye. It was him.

His button down shirt was rolled up the elbows at the cuffs. His hands, already littered with rings, were smudged with ink and deftly writing something down on a piece of parchment. There wasn’t a single hair out of place on his head, but what struck you were his glasses. You didn’t even know he wore glasses. But he looked damn good in them, because of course he fucking did.

“Yes?” He asked, a smug smile on his face as he watched you openly check him out. You hadn’t even realized he had looked up from the parchment he had been writing on.

“Just figured you could use a break, dinner’s ready,” you explained, quickly catching yourself.

“I’ll be out in a bit. I just need to finish this bit up,” he replied, an obvious dismissal but you had had enough of that over the past two weeks to last a lifetime.

“Draco, you’ve obviously been at this for a while. Just come take a break,” you argued defiantly, happy with the knowledge you finally felt comfortable enough to do so.

“Y/N, I’m busy,” he said gently, clearly not wanting to break the carefully made balance you had just created with a silly argument, but you couldn’t help yourself.

You admitted it to yourself when you walked in the room. You didn’t really want him to take a break just to have dinner with you. No. You wanted him to take a break so he would fuck you right over his desk.

“You can finish it later,” you continued, your arms crossed over your chest as you waited for his eventual push back.

But his argument never came.

Slowly, painfully slow, he began to stack up his papers in neat piles to put them away. Next were the inkwells being covered and finally the quills being put away. All without a word between you both.

When his desk was cleared, he finally turned his attention back to you.

“You come into my study and argue with me over taking a break just to go eat dinner. You haven’t bothered to ask me to dinner once over the past few weeks. So is it really dinner that’s got you so riled up, or is it something else?” He asked straight faced, but the twinkle in his eye led you to believe he knew exactly why you were arguing.

“Can’t a wife just want to spend time with her husband?” You argued, but it didn’t hold the impact you wanted the words to have.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, pushing his chair back just slightly. “Come here,” he commanded, crooking his fingers in your direction.

With just two silly little words your skin was flushed and your nerves were on fire. You weren’t sure what type of hold this man had over you, but it ran deep for only having just fucked him the day before for the first time.

You followed his command without a second thought, and it led you to standing right between his spread legs with your back pressed up against his now pristine desk.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think my wife just wants to get fucked. Am I correct?” He asked, raking his eyes over your body greedily, taking in every inch of you. You were just lucky you dressed to impress tonight in a perfect, form-fitting black cocktail dress. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Yes,” you answered easily, completely giving up the fight now that you could see the hunger that you felt reflected in his eyes.

He gave you a slow smile before dragging you down to straddle his lap, perfectly placing you so you could feel his growing erection against your core as he kissed you roughly. It was perfect after a day of craving him so fiercely, and you knew this was only the appetizer.

His hands possessively roamed your body as he continued to dominate your kiss, finally landing on your ass to pull you closer against him. Your hands made quick work of taking his glasses off and gently placing them on the desk somewhere behind you before trailing through his hair, messing up his perfectly placed platinum locks.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on him, moans spilling from both of your lips at the friction. He let you do as you please for a few minutes, just enjoying kissing you and having you in his lap, but once your hands went to undo the buttons on his shirt, he gripped your hips roughly and pushed you back.

“Let’s get one thing straight, pretty girl. I’m in charge, and you’ll be a good girl and do as I say, won’t you?” He asked, running a thumb along your lower lip as he spoke.

You bit his finger gently before answering, and your answer only riled him up more than the bite did.

“Yes, Daddy.”

And just like that he unleashed himself on you, much like he had done the day before.

He had you on your feet and spun around faster than you could even blink. Within the next breath, your dress was being stripped off of your body and thrown across the room, your breasts exposed. When he had you bent over the desk with just a thong on, he finally opened his mouth again.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He asked, dragging his hands up the back of your thighs until he was grabbing your ass again.

“Yes,” you gasped out, knowing you were already drenched from his words and touch alone.

When you felt his palm connect with your raised ass, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that fell from your lips.

“Yes, what?” He asked, rubbing his hands in circles to soothe the ache, but the contrast of his warm skin and cold rings only left you shaking.

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, saying the words again.

They were meant to be a joke at first. Just another jest to rile him up and poke at him. But now, after having called him Daddy twice, it was starting to feel right. Like this was exactly the dynamic you were meant to be in with him.

“So much better. Look at you, already dripping down your thighs,” he mused, his finger trailing up your thigh in what you could only assume was a patch of wetness, a blush falling over your face at the thought.

He dragged your thong down your legs and slowly freed your feet before tossing the scrap of fabric across the room as well, leaving you totally exposed.

“Is this what you wanted? To be bent over Daddy’s desk just begging to be fucked?” He asked, his weight pinning you down as he bent over, slowly dragging his lips up the side of your neck as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was against your ass and you fought now to roll your hips into him, but you knew he would put an end to it anyway.

“Please fuck me,” you begged quietly, your words no more than a whisper as you played right into the fantasy he was spinning for the both of you.

“Patience, darling,” he said accompanied by a dark chuckle, but he didn’t leave you wanting.

He kept his weight on you, his lips leaving open mouth kisses on your neck that were sure to leave bruises for the coming days, but he dragged a finger up your slit and plunged inside of you.

You were so on edge that the one finger almost made you cum right then, but of course he was careful to make sure that didn’t happen. He teased you along until one finger turned into two, and by then you were a writhing mess on his desk.

“Daddy, please. I’m ready. Just fuck me,” you begged impatiently, all of your focus on him and his miraculous fingers.

Silently, he pulled back to stand up fully behind you. For a moment, you thought you’d be getting what you wanted, but you should have known it was too good to be true. You weren’t getting fucked until he thought you were ready.

You felt his thumbs pull your lips apart, and you knew all of his focus was right on you, right on where you were a dripping mess for him and that had you fighting not to squirm under his gaze.

“I told you to be patient, pretty girl. Or are you just that desperate to cum you couldn’t help yourself? Because this pretty little hole isn’t ready for me yet,” he mused, and his words forced an unexpected moan out of you.

You were exposed and aching, a true flushed mess in front of him, while he was a master of poise and control, still fully clothed behind you. Something about the situation made your head spin and your knees weak, and you knew you were in for a wild ride with this man. But you were willing to take anything and everything he threw your way because there was no denying you were enjoying every second of this. Not when he was holding you open obscenely and could see the evidence for himself.

“I want to cum,” you answered honestly, your breasts grinding on the desk and you arched your back, further exposing yourself in the hopes that he would fulfill your wishes.

While still holding you open, he used one gentle finger to stroke over your clit and it was just enough pressure to cause a shiver to run down your spine. If he kept it up, you knew you’d cum in seconds. “Go ahead, cum for me. Let me watch you make a mess of yourself,” he commanded, keeping the gentle pressure on your clit.

You came with a scream, your legs shaking beneath you. The desk was the only reason you stayed up, otherwise you would have collapsed from the force of your orgasm right there. It felt like one of the most intense orgasms of your life, all just from a little flick of his finger.

As you came down, you were gasping for air, just as desperate for your next breath as you were for Draco’s cock. No matter how mind shattering your orgasm had been, you were still craving more. You’d always crave more from him.

“That was beautiful, darling - watching you clench around nothing as you screamed for me. I think you’re ready for my cock now,” he mused, slowly stroking his hands up and down your back in an effort to calm your body, but every nerve was on fire from his touch.

“Please, please, fuck me Draco. I need you,” you were begging shamelessly now, not even worried about making a fool of yourself in this new marriage. You were both too invested in this moment to care, both of you just knew you needed each other.

“Shh, you have me, pretty girl. I’m right here,” he soothed, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders as he worked to free his cock behind you. “Stay just like that.”

You didn’t even know he had succeeded in taking his cock out until you felt his tip against your entrance, and he didn’t wait a second longer. He plunged into you like he was just as desperate as you were, which by the way he was fucking you in brutal strokes, you could tell he was.

Your hands clutched the edge of the desk for dear life, your knuckles a bright white against the dark oak wood. With every thrust, your hips collided with the sharp edge, sure to leave some marks for you to admire the next day.

You could feel the power behind each deep, hard stroke and you knew he was giving you his all. The previous night had been kind and sweet compared to the brutal fucking he was giving you now. You felt fucked within an inch of your life and he had barely even started.

“Fuck, Y/N. You take me so fucking well. So perfect,” he praised, not even sounding out of breath. Meanwhile, you couldn’t even control the noises that were coming from your mouth.

You climbed up the peak steadily, but even in your cock drunk daze you knew this orgasm would wipe you out. Once you were about to reach the edge, he pulled out.

“No, please, fuck. I was so close,” you whined, but a startled gasp came out of your mouth next when he lifted you up and spun you around, your back crashing back down on the desk with a gentle thud.

You finally got the chance to look at him, then. His cock was hard and aching, on the verge of falling over the edge himself. His hair was disheveled and he had that glow that only sex could bring coming from his perfect skin, but when you locked eyes you couldn’t look away. His silver eyes were clouded with lust and possession, a man closing in for the kill on his prey. It was terrifying and arousing all at once, but you were sure your own eyes reflected something similar.

Draco wasted no time in hoisting your legs over his shoulders and coming down to take your lips in a brutal kiss just before fucking back into you, his pace the same as it had been in the previous position. He swallowed your moans greedily, but finally pulled back to just concentrate on your face.

“I needed to look at you when you came on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart for me,” he ordered, but his voice was gentle and there was a smile fighting to tug on his face. It didn’t hold the same dominance his previous commands did, but you followed it all the same.

One, two, three thrusts later you came with his name on your lips as he fucked you through it. It was like your whole world blacked out and only the two of you existed, suspended in this moment as he stared down at your blissed out face. He followed you shortly, and the feel of him emptying himself inside of you accompanied by the litany of choked out praises he was giving you was almost enough to push you into a third orgasm.

You both stayed like that as the minutes passed, chest to chest and near face to face as you caught your breath. It was no easy feat after an orgasm like that, but finally he was wrapping you in his arms and balancing you in his lap as he got comfortable in his desk chair once again.

“Was that too much?” He asked, the concern dripping from his voice as he tenderly brushed your hair from your face.

You could have laughed at his concern. That was the best sex you had ever had in your life, and he was asking if it was too much. But you didn’t want to worry him.

“Draco, that was perfect. I loved every second of it,” you told him honestly, tilting your head up so you could look him in the eye so he would have no room for doubt.

It was him who laughed then, in sheer disbelief of the woman curled up in his lap. “I got too lucky with you. You’re perfect,” he said with a smile, a small kiss to your forehead following his words.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you insisted, curling further into his chest as the events of the evening finally wore on your body. It was comfortably silent for a few minutes as he held you, until you remembered why you had truly come into his study in the first place. “But I was serious when I came in. Dinner’s ready,” you reminded him with a slight giggle.

“How about I get you up to bed and we eat dinner in bed, hm?” He asked, already lifting you up and carrying you towards the door.

“Sounds perfect,” you said, relaxing against his strong chest as he continued to prove just how lucky you were to end up in this arranged marriage.

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Restless // steve harrington x reader drabble

a/n: hi guys!! i am oh so tired and sleep deprived so instead of sleeping im writing a short fic for no one but myself… but im also posting it. i truly am sorry if this is horrible i actually haven’t slept in 36 hours. OH AND PT 2 OF INTIMIDATED IS IN THE WORKS!!!

summary: you’re steve’s partner and after seemingly getting no sleep for a few night, he begins to grow concearned

warnings: mild swearing

enjoy!!

1,552 words

You were tired and there was no denying it, but for some reason the past few nights sleep was coming by scarcely. Sure you couldn’t think of a logical explanation as to why, however you weren’t falling asleep and it was beginning to become an issue. You began falling asleep at ungodly hours, if you even slept at all, and it was driving you crazy.

You continued to go on with your daily life half-asleep and although it was a little more difficult, there was nothing you could do about it. As you got out of bed after laying there for hours, with nothing to do but toss and turn with hopes of falling asleep, you could feel your body react to the lack of sleep. Your limbs were endlessly sore and you felt as if the more you kept walking the closer you were to just collapsing entirely. After getting yourself dressed and ready to begin another long and exhausting day, you walked to the kitchen to throw some food together before you left for work.

Work was never unbearable since you enjoyed your job at Family Video, but acting like you were perfectly rested for Steve and Robin made it a little more difficult. You hauled yourself to your car and began your quick drive, feeling your eyelids grow heavy at any moment you didn’t have your full undivided attention on the road. As you pulled in to the employees lot, you notice a familiar car pull into the space next to you, and an undeniable head of hair come out of it. Seeing Steve always brought a smile to your face, even when you felt like you were on the verge of completely falling apart.

As you got out of your car you moved as if your limbs weren’t your own. Your motions were sluggish and lazy as you headed toward the back door of the establishment, waving to your boyfriend as he waited in place for you to catch up to him. The smile he gave in return didn’t hold up for long due to the fact that as you got closer the bags under your eyes grew more visible, even with the attempt of covering them up with some makeup before you left the house. “Hey, Y/N. You sleeping ok?” he asked out of concern. The same question he has asked the past few days prior, and of course your shot back the same response you always did. “Never better!” you tried to give your best convincing smile as you picked up your pace heading inside to be greeted by Robin, who had already started preparing to open the store.

“Hey Robin!” you tried your best to say cheerily, and the girl peeled her focus from the tapes she had been putting on shelves to you, and Steve who now stood behind you. “Well if it isn’t the dynamic duo!” she cheers walking up to the both of you. As she got closer she immediately grabbed your face and inspected it closely. “Not to be rude or anything, but are you sure you’re getting enough sleep? The bags under your eyes have grown from cary-on’s to check-in’s…” she stated, giving a sympathetic smile. You just nodded and moved from her grasp. “Like i just told Steve, never better,” you sighed, too exhausted to try and sound like your usual upbeat self.

You brushed passed the two and walked straight to one of the computers, doing your daily check for overdue, or almost due returns, writing down all the account names and numbers so you would remember to call before the end of your shift. As you continued to search through dates, Robin anxiously glanced to Steve then tried to signal to him that she was worried about you. Steve pretended to clear his throat, “Uh Robin you don’t happen to know where the water bottles in the back are do you?” and with that he had grabbed her and pulled her into the back room with him, now out of earshot of you.

“I’m not going crazy right? Y/N looks like they haven’t slept in a millennia.” Steve muttered, looking to Robin for some sort of confirmation. “Anyone and their grandmother could tell there’s something going on.” Is all she replied with, leaning on the wall behind her. “And i understand if she doesn’t wanna talk about it, but i doubt she should be working right now.” Robin finished. “I know right!” he said a little louder than he would’ve liked, but you were so out of it you hardly even noticed they were no longer chatting behind you. Steve stepped a little closer to Robin so he could speak quieter. “What should we do? What should I do?” he almost whispered, as his mind raced. All he could think about was all the terrible possibilities that could lead toward your current state. “Like I'm supposed to know! You’re the one dating them,” she sighed.

They both sat in silence for a moment, considering all of their options, until Steve’s face lit up as he had an idea he was sure would work to get to the bottom of this. Robin looked up to him in anticipation, waiting for him to spill whatever ‘genius’ plan he had just now concocted. “Well my parents are never home what if we just ask to have a sleepover? I mean if she’s spending the night with us she’s sure to crack. Right?” he asked pleadingly, hopeful that if Robin agreed this may actually work.

“That may not be a horrible idea…” she paused to think for a moment. “But! it’s obviously been a long week for her, maybe you should just do it on your own? I mean if i were here i’d love nothing more than to cuddle up to my handsome boyfriend and finally fall asleep after being away for decades.” She spoke seriously up until her last sentence, switching to a mole joking tone hugging herself and swaying when she mentioned ‘cuddling up to their handsome boyfriend.’ “Robin this is serious! I’m really worried.” Steve pleaded, only to receive a slight chuckle and nod from Robin. After shooting her a serious glance, she had stood up straight and moved her hands fo his shoulders. “This is me being serious Steve, I think what Y/N needs right now is a calm night with you.” she stated firmly, and Steve nodded in agreement. “Sleepover it is!”

As the both of them returned to the front of the store, both sets of eyes landed on you. Slumped over the counter, your head lazily resting in your palm as you stared off in the distance. Steve swiftly walked up behind you and placed a hand on your lower back. “Hey, love. Do you maybe wanna crash at my place tonight? I’ll get take out and we can watch whatever movie you want!” He spoke to you cheerfully. You stayed in the position you were already in, debating on how you should respond to the offer. “Oh i don’t know Steve…” You mumbled, and he placed his hand on your cheek turning you to face him as he leaned in closer. “C’mon babe, I’m like soooooo missing out on my Y/N time right now, and I’d love to have you over.” he begged, and who were you to turn down such an adorable pout. With a groan you respond, “Sure Steve, I don’t see why not.” you replied, bringing your focus back to your job, instead of looking dazed out the window.

Of course that wasn’t the exact answer he had hoped to hear from you, since he was truly being honest when he said he needed some ‘quality Y/N time’, but it was a yes nonetheless, and with that he was content.

The rest of work flew by particularly fast, partially because in the state you were in you had almost completely lost your grasp of time, but even more than that you were eager to get the hell out of there. As the three of you finished closing up, Steve outstretched a hand to you. “Your chariot awaits,” he joked, and you looked up to him confused. “Oh come on, let me drive you we can pick up your car in the morning.” He smiled sweetly, still waiting for you to place your hand in his, and after pausing for a moment you took his hand and headed out the door. You both said your goodbyes to Robin then loaded into Steve’s car.

The drive to Steve’s was peaceful. Your head rested tiredly on the back of your seat as you looked out the window, while Steve’s hand rested on your lap. As you pulled into the drive way, you could feel yourself get blinded by the light he had in his driveway, covering your sore tired eyes with a hand, looking away. Steve couldn’t help but feel saddened by the fact you appeared to be acting as if everything was normal, yet clearly were in pain from how much you needed some rest.

He quickly got out of the car and went around to your door, opening it for you and allowing you to step out. You weren’t on your feet for long due to the fact once you were steady Steve scooped you up in his arms and carried you towards the door. You couldn’t help but giggle as he lifted you off the ground. “Steve what are you doing?” you ask, pressing your head into his chest, allowing him to feel the vibration from your laughs throughout his whole body. “Can’t I treat my love like a princess from time to time?” You just keep your head buried in his chest as he takes you to the door, fumbling with the keys in his pocket for a moment before getting the door open.

As he carries you inside he remains careful of how he's walking with you in his arms, walking sideways to fit through narrow halls and what not until he reaches his room. Steve places you down on his bed ever so gently and kneels down to you, removing your shoes before tucking you under the covers. "Steve I can take my own shoes off y'know" you mutter, confused as to why he's treating you like this. He quickly moved to your bedside, sitting down in the open space next to you, and rubbing up and down your arm with his hand. "Look, i totally understand if somethings bothering you and you don't want to talk about it, but Y/N I can tell how tired you've been, and I just want you to be able to relax and get some rest." he admits sheepishly, sending you the warmest and most comforting smile he could muster.

You reached up to his face, resting a hand on either side as you pulled him in for a quick kiss, and he obviously longed for more due to the fact he remained in the same spot once you pulled away. "I'm sorry i haven't been honest about it, but in all honestly I don't know what the issue is. These past few nights I've just been so restless. Every night, tired as ever, I'll try and fall asleep but i just find myself tossing and turning until the sun rises." you looked down to you lap, fiddling with the blanket Steve had draped over your body. Now it was his turn to cup your cheek, and stare happily into your eyes. "Thank you for letting me know love. I'm sorry you've been struggling and I didn't try and help sooner, but I'm here now, and I can assure you that laying in my arms has never failed to lull you to sleep." He grinned confidently, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Now how about we get you changed out of your work clothes and just skip the movie and get some rest? Does that sound good?" he asked calmly, not wanting to push too far, but hoping you would let him just help you sleep.

You nodded and rose from the bed, helping yourself to Steve's dresser drawers. Wearing his close wasn't a strange occurrence, and if anything he loved seeing you pick out whichever shirt or sweater of his looked the most comfortable and slipping off your clothes to replace them with his. He found comfort in you, and tonight he was praying to whatever god is out there that you would be able to find comfort in him and get a good nights rest. Once you were changed you looked over to your boyfriend, just staring up to you in adoration from his seat on the bed. "As much as I love you Steve, I don't want to lay on your scratchy work shirt." You giggled, tossing him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to change into as well. "Oh right, sorry." he meekly grinned and took the clothes to change into.

Once you were both prepped and ready to sleep, you couldn't help but to throw yourself onto Steve's comfy bed, relishing in the scent of it, the scent of him. You hadn't realized how much you missed laying in bed with him, how much you missed being near him, and so you were forever grateful he decided to speak up and ask you to come over. Steve had turned off the lights in the room, then proceeded to get under the covers next to you, immediately bringing you into his chest. You happily allowed him to pull you closer as you got comfortable, resting your head on his chest. The soothing sound of his heartbeat, and the slow rise and fall of his chest was pure bliss, and you couldn't believe you hadn't wanted to stay over sooner.

As your eyes fluttered shut for the final time that day, Steve had one hand rubbing soft circles into your back, and the other was brushing his fingers though your hair. As the rest of the world faded out all you could do was sense him. The gentle movements of his hands, the beating in his chest, the small and simple sweet nothings he whispered to you, and the gentle kisses he occasionally placed on your head. And it was as if a miracle had come to life, and you found yourself sunken into a deep and peaceful sleep with the man you love.

Steve was your miracle, and he loved you.

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A Wife for Thor Pt.22

Obstacle

04/08/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,413

Warnings: angst, jealousy, marital problems, pregnancy, allusions to cheating (no actual infidelity), fluff, smug Loki

A/N: It took me SO long to get this chapter down. I wrote literally like a few sentence a day for a bit and then finally got some good chunks out. This has been a tough week but this chapter makes it all worth it! I hope y’all think so too. A lot of good stuff happens in this chapter, as in stuff that I really like. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work!

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The shuffle around the palace as Loki escorts you through the front gate is overwhelming.

It’s safe to say that judging by your reception when you’d shown up in Heimdall’s tower located on the far side of the city, the Asgardians are happy to see you.

Armod is also happy to see you and you rush to get into your car before you can get swarmed by eager Asgardians.

Loki joins you in the back seat and lets Armod gush over his happiness at seeing you back home and healthy. And pregnant! More than anything, the people are happy to see the swell of your belly.

Many of the women are crying as you step out of the car at the palace gate, the men cheering enthusiastically.

Some of the children have found flower petals to throw into the air and it rains white, pink, and yellow blossoms.

It's the small waving hand of a little girl with ebony floor length braids that tugs too hard on your heartstrings and you give in to your impulse.

“Armod, stop the car, I’d like to greet the people,” you ask, swayed further by the eager faces of the young girl's siblings who flank her..

As much as being Queen had come unexpectedly and as much work as it's been, loving the Asgardians has never been a challenge and you've missed your people.

Their kindness has always been the best part of your day.

Armod gives Loki a quick look but stops the car just as the palace gates are opening.

He pulls over to the side, putting it in park before hurrying out to open the door for you.

“Are you sure?” Loki checks, reaching over to place his hand over yours on the seat.

“Of course. I owe them this. I’ve been gone for so long.”

“If you’d rather go in, we can find an excuse.”

“Loki,” you laugh once. “Is something wrong? Is there a reason I shouldn’t get out of the car?”

“Not at all,” he assures you. “I just don’t want you to force yourself. I know this pregnancy hasn’t exactly been easy on you.”

“I’m okay. And I’m sure they wanna see the proof that they have an heir coming. Really, Loki, I don't mind.”

Loki sighs, but gets out quickly to move around and take Armod’s place and offer you his arm.

Taking it, you pull yourself out, and after a long moment to steady yourself on your feet, you turn to face your people.

A large number of Valkyries suddenly pour from the open palace gateway and you wait as they line themselves in front of the gathering crowd. A simple border of control to keep you safe.

The people don’t seem threatened by the guard either and they continue to cheer until you raise your hand and call them to silence.

It only takes a few seconds for the noise to die, leaving only the ambient sounds of the city, wind, and the shuffling feet as more Asgardians and visiting humans gather.

“Hello,” you begin, voice a little shaky from nerves. “I’m...I-I’d like to start by first apologizing for disappearing. And then for being gone so long.”

The people watch and listen attentively, hanging on your every word. As your hands drop down to your belly to stroke it anxiously out of habit, their eyes are drawn to it and they seem to rattle with excitement again.

Looking down at your tummy, you contemplate the little one inside and the kicks he gave you earlier in the day.

He's really in there.

“It’s been a long journey to do what’s been expected of me. Difficult, actually. Giving you and Thor what we’ve all been hoping for is a privilege though. It's important that you all know that.

"However, I'm not as strong as all of you. I'm not as resilient. As soon as I knew that I was expecting the future prince or princess of New Asgard, I knew that I had to take precautions. I had to stop thinking like your Queen and just for a while, think like a mom. I told Thor that I wanted to take some time away from my duties as Queen if only to make sure that my pregnancy would take. In order to ensure the health of this baby.

“Im so very sorry if I caused any of you any worry or pain by disappearing. That was never my intention and it makes me...I can only say that I'm sorry. I hope that you all can understand why I left. The The thing is I’m happy to say that my efforts weren't wasted, clearly."

There's a rumble of gentle laughter that flows through the crowd and breaks the slightly somber mood your speech is causing. You give them a smile and they smile back.

"And while that does make me very happy, it has not been easy to carry this baby. I have been sick and weak but after some rest I'm now feeling stronger than ever. With the constant and careful care provided by Doctors Wilson and Alric, I’m finally able to resume my duties as Queen with the knowledge that this baby is strong and healthy and my body can take the strain of bringing him-or her into this world.

“I’m so happy to be back among my people, my home. You all are my family and it fills me with such joy to know that I have made you all proud.”

The people cheer, more and more gathering along the street so that it’s now clogged and impassable. Others have taken to peeking out of windows from the surrounding buildings or finding balconies and roofs to stand on to get a better look at you.

Their excitement changes to trepidation at the look on your face as you realize that now is the perfect time to address what happened yesterday.

They’re so attuned to your mood that they quiet down again and wait nervously for you to speak.

"On a more serious note, I know that many of you must have been shocked by the lies spewed onto the pages of the Watch. And I'd like to be as clear as I possibly can about my absence from the palace.

"I only left because of the concern I had for our future prince or princess. There was absolutely no other reason for my absence in our great city. While it is true that something did happen between Thor, Jane, and myself--well, I will only say that now I know that His Majesty the King of Asgard is wholly devoted to me and our family, just as he has been from the moment he accepted me as his wife.

"Not that I ever doubted it," you lie. No one needs to know how bad things are and it is true that now you know Thor is devoted to you.

So, it's not completely a lie.

"As a people," you continue. "We'll need to be vigilant about the people we choose to trust to come into our homes. We will be more cautious now, and as a woman��"

You swallow hard, thinking about the words itching on the tip of your tongue to tumble forward and make your heart clear. Maybe it's not right to say it? Maybe it isn't the queenly thing to do?

You don't care.

"As a wife and a soon-to-be mother, I will say that Doctor Jane Foster is not welcome in my home. She has proven to be unworthy of the trust we placed in her and while her expertise is an invaluable commodity that I am sad to lose, I would rather have the second best than risk the stability of my family."

To your surprise, there are a flutter of approving nods and smiles, wives and husband's looking scandalized by the confirmation that something went down but clearly it was Thor that had Jane kicked out. A few cheers come but they quiet down quickly.

"My love for His Majesty is unwavering. As is his for me. No marriage can be without it's struggles but Thor and I are as united as we have ever been. Both in love, devotion, to each other and you, our people. Together we will strive to protect this kingdom to the best of our abilities and with this child, I hope we can begin to lay down proper roots for us so that everyone on Earth will know that New Asgard is here to stay."

The crowd cheers. It's deafening and your hands are trembling so terribly even clenched into fists they shake.

"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!" someone shouts and the others fall into the chant as it's picked up by what sounds like everyone in the crowd.

A cool hand presses against the center of your back and you lean towards him as he whispers in your ear.

"That was beautifully done, Y/N," Loki admires. "Now come along. You need your rest."

You cradle your bump and the crowd cheers louder as you wave while Loki leads you back into the car.

As it pulls away from the curb, the Valkyrie turn to follow behind you. Faces full of stern pride. Their gleaming armor shining bright in the late afternoon sun.

The large wooden and steel reinforced gates of the palace close with a thundering clatter and you lean back, heart suddenly clenching painfully. Your stomach turns and you feel like you might throw up.

You shut your eyes and open the window allowing the cooling air to help drive your nausea away.

"Y/N? You alright?" Loki checks, putting his hand on your arm.

"I'm fine," you assure him, unwilling to open your eyes.

"Are you sure? Only, you're looking a little green."

That doesn't actually happen does it? Do people look green when they're gonna throw up?

You assume he's exaggerating, but as the last bit of the swirl in your belly passes, you look at him with fearful eyes.

"I'm nervous," you admit.

"To see Thor?"

"Mm," you nod.

"He's missed you. He will probably try and hug you. Might even kiss you."

"I don't know if I can handle that, Loki."

"You'll have to. The guards around the palace are sworn to secrecy about anything that happens in here, but with the amount of information that magazine was able to get we're pretty sure there's a mole amongst our number."

You look away from him, frowning because the last thing you want is to hug and kiss Thor.

Well, that is, you really want to do those things. Which is why you shouldn't. Not until you can be around him with some kind of rational thought and control over your feelings.

You need to get a grip and come to terms with the reality of your situation before you can let yourself love hum.

You have to protect yourself.

It turns out that you have nothing to worry about.

Estrid who had come before you with your things is there to greet you. A few others of the palace staff come to see you and you're welcome back with fondness.

Because you know you have to play the part, you look for him.

"His Majesty had a sudden summons from the Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, my Queen. He apologizes for missing your arrival but he's had the small dining room filled with all of your favorites.

"When you are finished with dinner, he has asked that you wait for him in his study."

Estrid's tone tells you she's wary for you. She wants to make sure you're okay.

The disappointment you feel gives you away not only to yourself, but everyone there to see your face fall as you caress your belly.

"A blessing in disguise?" Loki suggests in your ear for just you, but the smile on his lips says he knows better.

"He'll be back before it gets too late, Your Majesty," Estrid assures you, trying to soothe your sadness. "He promised. There’s nothing more he wants than to see you."

"I know," you smile at her, then the others before you head for the dining room, your stomach grumbling in anticipation of the foods you know are waiting.

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Waiting is torture. You keep trying to read your book but your attention is pulled back to the door of Thor’s study every few seconds.

You groan, dropping the book onto the desk before throwing your head back with scrunched up eyes.

How is it possible to be desperate to see someone while also dreading it?

It feels like you'll die if you don't lay eyes on Thor but also like it'll tear you to shreds if you do. There's no winning here.

You gasp as the door opens and get to your feet in the same breath.

Thor's body is rising and falling heavily with his own labored breathing. He'd been running.

To get to you? No. You can't be swayed.

"I'm here."

His declaration is soft but heavy with meaning. More than just him announcing his arrival.

"Oh, aren't you a vision," he gushes.

"Hi," you whisper, only because you can't catch your breath.

He's wearing jeans, a plain black t-shirt stretched across his bulging chest. He's even more massive than you remember. Three months away has deprived you so fully that suddenly being in his presence leaves you hungry for him.

You want him so much.

"I've missed you, desperately," he confesses. "May I greet you properly?"

You frown, so undecided.

"Or not," Thor relents. "Forgive me, I just got caught up in the moment."

Why is this so hard?

You want to feel him.

"You can greet our baby properly," you give in.

A big part of you needs to feel him and this is the only way you can give in and feel like you're still doing your best to hold strong in your resolve to get some distance.

Thor’s eye lights up and quickly finds the swell of your tummy with recognition.

"Really?"

"I will never keep you from our baby, Thor. Even if I'm not ready for things to go back to normal between us just yet."

Thor takes a half step towards you and watches you carefully for any indication that you're not comfortable with his proximity.

You sigh, head tilted to the left slightly before you hold out your hand to him, beckoning him closer.

In three long strides Thor takes your hand and stops when he's only a foot away.

"Here," you gasp.

Your heart is in overdrive. Thor’s touch is doing things to your body. There's an initial rush of butterflies in your stomach and quickly you pull Thor’s hands to the spots where your baby is kicking in response.

Thor’s body freezes. He goes rigid. He even stops breathing.

For a moment you begin to worry that maybe you've broken him, until he suddenly drops to his knees.

He swallows hard, eyes pooling as he stares at the swell of your stomach as the baby continues to kick.

“They’re really in there,” he’s so choked up about it that his voice cracks around the words.

As he speaks, the baby kicks more.

Thor laughs but then leans in to kiss your stomach over the fabric of your dress.

“We really made her,” Thor gushes.

“Her?”

He looks up at you, confused for a second before he smiles wide, “Or him. It doesn’t matter. What matters is our baby is coming.”

Your heart swells, and you’re so happy that you could float away like a hot air balloon with the warmth flooding your limbs.

This is the moment you’d dreamt of. This is the moment that had been stolen from you by Jane and her lies. This is the moment that you and Thor had both been yearning for.

He’s so caught up in it, floating through the glow of this perfect moment that he presses his lips to your tummy again two more times before he’s rising, his hand hooked behind your neck as he meets your lips as he gets to his feet.

You’re so unprepared for it, so utterly lost in this sweet exchange between him and your baby that your lips pucker on their own.

He opens his eye and yours, already open, stare into his. He looks slightly shocked to find himself kissing you but he doesn’t stop.

Instead, his expression shifts into a pained look of desire. He pulls back, his hand dropping to grip your bicep.

“I would say that I’m sorry but I have been wanting to kiss you since the moment I left you three months ago.”

You say nothing, watching him, listening. You’re searching your soul to see if this is okay with you because it feels okay. Despite the sirens blaring in your mind about the restrictions you’d set for yourself when you’d decided to come back home, your body is telling you it needs this. Your heart is painfully aching at Thor’s touch.

You’ve missed it. You’ve missed him. 

“Is this alright? I can go.”

The idea of him going now feels like the end of the world. Rationally, you know that isn’t an appropriate response to his offering to leave you be, especially when you know you asked him for space for specific reasons.

“No,” your hands grip the sides of his t-shirt tightly, holding him in place without any actual strength since compared to him, you’re as mighty as a little mouse.

You refuse to look up at him, despite the crumbling of your resolve.

“No, don’t go.”

It’s an almost involuntary shy response to your diminishing shame at losing all control after his touch. After one kiss. You should be disappointed in yourself. And part of you is. However, that part of you grows increasingly small as Thor gently takes hold of your chin and guides your gaze up until you can meet his.

“I’m sorry, cherub. I will try and be worthy of you again.”

“I know,” you admit, knowing how sorry he’s been from the moment he realized that he’d done something that hurt you badly. “I know you are.”

“Can I kiss you, cherub?”

His voice is so deep, so alluring and coaxing that you drop your gaze again, fixing it on his collarbone before slowly you nod.

His arm winds its way around your waist and he pulls you to him before dipping down and catching your lips with his again.

He pulls away after a second because the swell of your belly gets in the way, but he laughs and looks down at it.

The pleasant sound of his happiness gives you too much joy.

As you begin to smile, Thor reaches down to press one hand to the side of your stomach while he pulls you against him again and kisses you this time with more fervor.

The longer he has his lips pressed to yours, the more enthusiastic he gets until finally you’re breathless and you pull back but instead of pulling away, you wrap your arms around him and fist the back of his t-shirt,

You bury your face against his wide chest and Thor brings his hands back up to caress the sides of your face, his lips kissing the top of your head.

“I know I may not have a right to say this, but thank you for coming home. Thank you for coming back to me. I thought I’d lost you."

His arms grow a little tighter, his heart is in an absolute stampede.

You turn your head sideways so that you can listen to his heartbeat.

"This is what I'd wanted," you whimper, starting to be overcome with the emotion of being reunited with Thor and things falling into place more easily. "This is how I'd wanted us to share this moment."

Thor sighs heavily, giving you one more squeeze before he pushes you back a little so that he can look at you.

“I’m so sorry that I robbed you of that. I was a fool,” he nods, his eye intense as he stares into yours with wordless declarations piercing into you.

The memory of your speech with the people when you arrived pops into your head and now with Thor’s arms around you it all feels a little like an overreaction. The past three months feels like a distant nightmare.

Or does this feel like a dream?

“Thor,” you begin but Thor’s lips are on you again, drowning out your words.

“Oh, to hear you say my name,” he declares and kisses you again.

Your mouth opens for him and you absolutely melt against his chest as he nearly dips you in passion.

He pulls back again, “Is this real?”

He kisses you.

“You feel so good in my arms.”

He kisses you.

“Your skin is so…” but then he hums and kisses you.

He dips down and with his arms tight around your waist but also careful with the swell of your stomach, he lifts you so that you’re level with his eye.

“I love you, so much, my cherub. Thank you, thank you for coming home. Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I stayed away,” you sigh. “I need to be strong without you, Thor. I was hurt but I never stopped loving you.”

His face goes through shame, understanding, and then elation.

In a burst of subdued anger and aggression for what he put you through, you reach up and grab his shoulder. You dig your fingers in against the taut muscle then reach up to pull one of his ears.

You’re clearly not hurting him but he allows you to move his head, understanding the need to express your anger even if you’re not doing any damage.

“Never do that to me again,” you growl. “Never say that you’ll leave me. Why would you say that? Even in passing? You were so damn sure.”

“No, Y/N, I wasn’t. The moment I saw you, I knew that I could never leave you. I’m sorry. I could never even think those thoughts again.”

“You better not, or I won’t come back next time. I’ll disappear and you’ll never see me again.”

Thor takes your threat for what it is. A promise. Truth.

He shakes his head as he leans forward to press his forehead to yours, shutting his eye.

“I swear,” he begins. “On my life.”

He keeps you there, hovering over the ground with your heads together for a few minutes before he slowly lowers you to the ground. You realize it’s because he wants to stroke your belly and you take a slight step back so that he can.

He smiles, happy. It reminds you of the look your people had when you’d arrived only a hundred times as possessive and joyful.

Again, your speech intrudes on your reunion and this time, you won’t let him distract you.

“Thor,” you coax, placing your hands over his where they rest on the sides of your stomach.

“Yes, my cherub?”

He’s excessive in the affection he puts in his voice but you know that he must be floating on cloud nine after what you both went through when you made him leave you at your house.

“I-I did something and I’m not sure if it was right of me to do it,” you watch his brow wrinkle and for a split second you almost lose yourself in the beauty of his face.

Has he always been this handsome?

“When I got back I kinda made a speech? Everyone was so happy to see me and to see me carrying our heir and I wanted to apologize to them for leaving and for making them worry. I wanted to share in their excitement for the baby and with that stupid tabloid having come out yesterday-”

“Right, the article,” there’s guilt in his voice despite there being no truth to the rumors it printed.

“I wanted to put their minds at ease and I...I did confirm that something happened with Jane but not what they were thinking.”

Thor’s expression hardens just a tad and he pulls backs towards a large armchair. He grabs your hand though and pulls you along with him until he can sit and then carefully attempts to offer you his lap, unsure if you’ll sit.

You do, because you’re tired and because you’re not eager to be away from him again. Now that you’re touching him, you’re not in a hurry to change that again.

“What did you say exactly?”

Swallowing hard, you lick your lips nervously, “Um...I told them the truth. Not exactly the truth, but enough of it that they’ll understand that Jane isn’t welcome here. I said that the only reason I left is for my health and the health of the baby, which is true. I didn’t want them to worry about us because even if we didn’t reconcile, I want us to be united for them at least.

“But I don’t trust Jane, Thor. Not after what she did. Not after how she treated me when you weren’t looking, and the people need to know that I will protect them from anyone, no matter who they are to you or me.”

Thor’s face grows pained as you speak, his arm wrapping around your waist as his other hand caresses the side of your stomach. You’re starting to realize that it’s going to be hard to get his hands off it, but that doesn’t seem like a terrible problem.

“I wish you had told me that she’d been rude to you,” Thor sighs, taking his hand off of his stomach to stroke your cheek. “If I had known-”

“She wasn’t rude to me Thor, she dismissed me. I wasn’t even worth acknowledging to her and now I know it’s because she was jealous and wanted you back because what? She saw what we had together and suddenly it was good enough for her?

“I was in her way. That’s all I was. Even if in the end she couldn’t go through with it whether it was because she felt guilty for doing this to us or for lying or for having second thoughts and knowing that she doesn’t want to be Queen or a mom, she’s a bad person to me. And I have every right to protect myself, my baby, and our marriage from her. She’s not welcome here Thor. I never want to see her again. Ever.”

He’s cradling you now, holding you close because the intensity with which you're telling him that Jane is not welcome in your home is transferring to him.

“And if you’d known, you wouldn’t have done anything, Thor. You’d probably have talked to her and asked her what was going on and she would have lied to you and you would have believed her.”

He doesn’t deny it. He does look like it hurts him to know that you know though. That’s enough for you.

“I think it took her lying and doing this to us to make you see what she’s capable of.”

Thor shuts his eye, resting his head against your chest as he wraps his arms around you again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, Thor. But you weren’t the one who lied. I mean, you didn’t tell me what was happening, but you weren’t the reason that this happened. If Jane hadn’t lied-”

“But she did,” Thor says, his deep voice anguished. “And I failed to honor my vows. You are my Queen and I should have come to you the moment she told me she was pregnant.”

You both fall into silence as you reach over to stroke his bicep. His skin is so soft. Touching it gives you comfort in a way you weren’t aware you needed. The more you touch it the more you need to feel it.

A finger stroking his skin turns into two, then four, then your entire hand is running up under the sleeve of his t-shirt.

With the way his hand curls around your thigh, you know that both your bodies are responding to your touch. Both of you are heated but instead of giving into that because you aren’t ready for that yet, you lay your head on his shoulder and curl in closer to his chest.

Thor sighs heavily, wrapping you up in his arms as he cradles you close.

“Now we know better,” you whisper.

“Now I know what losing you will do to me,” Thor agrees. “I’ve missed you so much, cherub.”

You don’t respond. You’re too choked up to say anything without your voice cracking so both of you stay like that for a while.

The cocoon of Thor’s arms is toasty and from the exhaustion you’re feeling plus all of the emotions that have drained you, your eyes are heavy and difficult to keep open.

“What about you?”

Thor’s chest rumbles with a chuckle.

“We can talk more tomorrow, cherub. Sleep.”

“I’m not sleepy,” you lie.

“Very well, then. What about me?”

“You’re sleepy?” you look up at him, full of concern.

He chuckles again, “No, cherub. What were you asking?”

“Oh! I just wanted to know if you’re okay. What Jane did to you can’t have been easy. Despite what she did to us as a couple, she said she was pregnant. You’ve been wanting a baby for so long and she dangled that in front of you like the rat that she is. And then she wasn’t even pregnant?”

Thor’s arms constrict around you as he pulls you up towards him to kiss you.

It’s slow and full of emotion.

“Even after all of that, you’re still worried about me?”

“It took time,” you admit. “Once I wasn’t so angry and I thought about what Jane really did. I hate the idea that your heart broke over her lies. I can’t believe she ever loved you if she was willing to make you feel that way.”

Thor just stares at you, searching your eyes before he rubs his nose gently against your own. When he speaks, his voice is so low, so deep, an intimate whisper. It burrows into your chest and settles right there underneath your ribs and makes you breathless with missing him and desire.

“That’s why you’re my Queen, Y/N. And she is not.”

You’re not sure if it’s an Asgardian ability or if maybe it’s something specific to Thor, but he has a way of making you swoon.

“I missed you so much,” he confesses again, that whisper sinful. “Did you not miss me?”

You nod because you can’t speak. There’s a lump in your throat made of both sadness and want.

“Was your bed as frigid as mine was in your absence? Did you miss my breath on your neck as I did yours? Or the steady beat of your heart when you pressed your breast to my back as you held me while I slept?”

Fuck, he’s making this so impossible.

“I hate you so much,” you counter, but his lips stretch into a small knowing smile as you take a tight hold of the neck of his shirt and pull him up to meet your lips.

He exhales heavily into you, tasting you, relishing in every pulsating touch as both your hearts ache and yearn almost in disbelief as if both of you can’t believe that these wants, these needs are finally being met.

As he pulls back to tilt his head the other way, he takes hold of the sides of your face again, his lips grazing yours, “I love you.”

Before you can reply or yank him back into that torturous yet blissful kiss, a voice at the doorway clears their throat.

“Well, that was fast, what happened to keeping him at a distance?”

Loki’s voice pulls your gaze and you can feel your cheeks and neck burn at how easily it seems you’ve crumbled when finally face to face with Thor.

You frown at your brother-in-law, while Thor ignores his brother and leans up to press very non-chaste kisses to your neck, “I told you coming back was a bad idea.”

But Loki’s smile is blinding and with one chuckle he backs out of the room, shutting the door quietly as Thor turns you back to him so that he can get back to kissing you.