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broskiblurbs · 10 months
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When I Lose You (A Tom Holland FanFic)
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Summary: You and Tom are engaged, but a battle with cancer has other plans.
Disclaimer: ANGST ANGST ANGST; mentions of death and vomit
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Life. It’s a fragile thing. Something that can be taken in a second. You can do everything right and still not have enough time. Humans long to live until a hundred years old, but death could overcome them before another breath. In reality, how do we have the right to make plans for the future if it isn’t promised? Wouldn’t that be an insult, no, a challenge to the Grim Reaper himself? Death is horrifying and it’s coming.
This was something you found out on starry Friday night, well you imagined it would be starry if there wasn’t so much light pollution. The Hollands, a family you grew quite fond of, were having a rooftop party to celebrate Paddy graduating from secondary school. Everyone was having a great time. The loud music was causing a headache for you, but you just popped an Ibuprofen and kept pushing through. Headaches haven't been an uncommon thing for you recently, especially in the mornings. You figure it’s just the stress of wedding planning.
Tom Holland, your husband to be, currently had his arm around your waist and boasting to his best mate, Harrison, about soccer. Well, Tom would call it football. The world seemed to start spinning, so you burrow your face into your fiancé’s shoulder.
“You alright, love?” Tom’s sweet voice rang through your ears.
“I’m not feeling so well,” you answer, feeling your stomach turning inside and out.
“We can leave if we have to. Paddy would understand,” he suggested.
“No,” you respond. Sure, Tom’s little brother would understand, but you only graduate from secondary school once and you wanted to celebrate with him. “Maybe, we could just sit down for a bit.”
“Of course, darling.”
The two of you sat at a couple of loveseats where Harry and Sam Holland were sitting as they discussed bright ideas for The Brother’s Trust. The twins have been your best friends since long before you and Tom started dating. They were running down the sidewalks, for God knows what, in New York City, and Harry accidently ran into you causing you to spill your coffee all over yourself. To make up for it, they bought you a new shirt and coffee. You all have been the dream trio ever since.
About twenty minutes after sitting down, you started feeling even worse. You felt like your brain was going to pound out of your skull. The dizziness felt like you just got off of one of those spinning rides at the amusement park. The vomit, well, you were sure that was going to come back up at any moment. It was dancing its way up your throat and you knew it was coming.
“I’m going to be sick,” you announce, weakly. Tom rushed you inside, knowing you wouldn’t want to throw up in front of everyone. Harry and Sam were right on your heels. They wanted to be there for you, but they didn’t know how. You emptied your insides in the nearest trash can you can find. Tom gently rubbed your back and pulled your hair out of the way as you puke. 
“I’m going to go get you some water,” Sam said and hurried on his way.
“It tastes disgusting,” you manage to say in between chunks.
“I know, love. Um, Harry. Do you think you could grab something like a paper towel or a wash rag?” Tom asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” The two of you sit in silence, other than the sound of you gagging, for a while before Tom speaks up.
“Darling, I know you hate doctors, but maybe it’s time to see one. You’re always sick and I’m worried,” your fiancé suggests. You finally manage to stop throwing up.
“No, it’s probably a bug. Nothing a little rest can’t fix,” you respond.
“But-”
“I said it’s fine, Tom,” you bite back a bit more harshly than you intended. 
Before Tom could say anything else, the twins were back and ready to help their friend any way they can. They wiped the puke off your face and made sure you’re all hydrated before you make your way back to the party. Unfortunately, you never make it back to the celebration because you pass out cold right before you get to the door that led out to the rooftop. 
“Y/N!” Tom and his brothers rush to your side. “Darling, can you hear me?” Sam checks for your pulse and thankfully it’s there, but weak. “Harry, call 999. Sam, get Mum and Dad.” Tears are rolling down Tom’s cheeks as he screams for you to be okay. 
Your arms and legs start jerking. Your head starts shaking all around. Your lips are turning blue and you are obviously having a hard time breathing. Tom sits next you panicked, having no idea how to help you. He felt completely useless and because of that he might lose you. “Oh my god, she’s having a seizure,” Nikki, the mother, exclaimed. She immediately takes control of the situation by making sure there were no harmful objects nearby. She also turned you on your side so you could breathe easily.
“I didn’t- I couldn’t help her.” At this point Tom is hysterical.
“Hon, I know this is really scary, but right now, the best thing you could do is keep calm. Take a couple deep breaths. That’s what she needs from you.” She turns to her twins. “You two, go downstairs and direct the paramics up here. The last thing she needs is to be crowded when she wakes up.”
But, you don’t wake up until you’re in the emergency room. You are hooked up to a monitor and IVs. You have a device around your face that helps oxygen go into your nose. You will later find out that it is called a nasal cannula. You still have a headache and you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus. You see Tom staring at you. His eyes are puffy and red. His cheeks are very tear-stained. He’s just looking at you. Not saying anything. 
“How long have I been out?” you ask, deciding to break the silence.
“A day,” he responds, almost emotionless.
“Are you-” You were going to ask if he is okay, but he interrupts.
“I’m going to go get the doctor.” He leaves you worried. He never acts like that: cold and distant. 
A few minutes later Tom comes back with a cheery doctor. A doctor who you will get close to in the upcoming weeks, Dr. Parker.
“Good morning, Y/N,” she greets. It wasn’t morning. She’s just trying to lighten the room a bit. “I’m Dr. Parker. How are you feeling?”
“I have a bit of a headache and I feel a bit weak, but nothing to worry about,” you respond, which causes Tom to scoff.
“Go ahead. Tell her. Tell her what you told me,” he demanded. He couldn’t be completely depleted of emotion because you caught a glimpse of a tear rolling down his face.
“When you came in we ran a couple of scans: CT and MRI. It showed you have a large mass in your brain tissue,” she informed. That's when you noticed the “oncologist” on her medical jacket. Your heart dropped to your bum by the news.
“I-I have cancer?” you ask, already knowing the answer. Brain cancer has been in your family for generations. You knew it was only a matter of time until you got diagnosed, which is why you hate the doctors.
“Unfortunately, the test did come back cancerous,” she responded softly.
“How much time does she have?” Your fiancé asked. The doctor took a deep breath.
“It’s hard to say, but I would say weeks, months at most.” Her cheery smile has fallen now.
Everything you look forward to seems to be taken from you in an instant. Going to the movies with Harry and Sam to see the new Marvel movie next month. Going back home to the States to visit your mother who was not healthy enough to come visit you on your deathbed. Your wedding. Having children. Growing old with Tom, the absolute love of your life. All gone. No longer your moments. Simply wishes of a future that you don’t get to have. It wasn’t fair.
“I’ll give you two a moment and then I’ll come back to discuss chemotherapy to see if we could slow the growth.” You look at Tom who was sitting back down in the chair, his hands on his face, and staring blankly into space. 
“Tom, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, crying.
“I asked over and over again for you to go to the doctor,” he whispered. “We could have caught it in time. I wouldn’t have to watch you die.”
“I-I didn’t think it would be this serious,” you replied.
“Of course you didn’t,” he scoffs, running his hands through his brown locks.
“It’ll be okay. We will figure something out,” you try. Tom jumps up.
“You don’t get it. It will have to be me who has to learn to live without you! It will have to be me who buries you!” He yells causing you to startle. Seeing this reaction seems to calm him down a bit. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t yell. I am scared. I don't know what I will do when I lose you, darling.
“I can fight this. I will fight this. It can still get better. We can do this,” you promise. He nodded his head in agreement and hugged you.
A few weeks have passed and chemo has taken the light out of your eyes. You’re not the same as you used to be. You’re always tired and ill. Your hair has been falling out, which was the biggest thing for you. You love your hair. It’s your favorite part of you.
“Tom, I’m going to have to shave it all off,” you cry into his shoulder.
“I know, but you will look just as beautiful, I promise,” he coos into your ear.
“No, I won’t! Imagine the wedding photos. They’re going to be awful,” you exclaim.
“They will be wonderful. You have nothing to worry about,” he replies.
“Will you do it?” you ask, looking up at him.
“Do what?”
“Shave it off,” you respond. He gives you a concerning look. “Please.”
The next day, Tom shaved all your hair off, which absolutely broke your heart. You cried for hours in the hospital bed. You were going on about how it wasn’t fair, you were ugly now, and that you were tired of all of this. Tom knew your time was coming. The doctors said you were getting worse by the hour and all chemo was doing was delaying the inevitable. 
“Hey, look Y/N! We got a surprise for you! Ta-da!” Harry and Sam came into the room with their hair completely shaved off. They were bald just like you.
“You guys did that for me?” You asked.
“We knew how much it upset you,” Sam said.
“We thought if we shaved our heads it would make it seem less scary,” Harry added.
“That is so..” You sit there, thinking “I can’t think of the word.” 
“Thoughtful?” Tom suggested.
“Yes, that’s the word. That is so thoughtful. Thank you.” You smiled, but were clearly upset you couldn’t remember a word.
“Now, it’s harder to tell which is who,” Nikki exclaimed. “Hello, dear.” She gave you a big hug. “I brought you these.” She laid out a few wigs and head scarfs.
“Oh, thank you! They’re so pretty!” You look at all the different options you have.
“We also brought you this,” Sam said as he laid out a white and black shirt.
“Oh, thank you,” you thanked questionably.
“You don’t remember it?” Harry questioned. You shooked your head. “It was the shirt we bought you when I ran into you.” You still looked lost.
“Remember, that’s how we met. Harry ran into you and spilled your coffee, so we bought this shirt in return,” Sam added hopefully.
“Oh, yeah,” you answered, not sounding convincing at all. You couldn’t remember. You had completely forgotten how you met your best friends. It only got worse from here.
A few more weeks go by and it’s clear you weren’t getting better and you were never going to get better. You had already flatlined twice, but the doctors were able to bring you back. You were even more exhausted. You barely could walk or go to the bathroom. You were as weak as ever and it felt like torture to you.
“Tom,” you call.
“Yeah?”
“I want to marry you,” you announce.
“I know and you will, darling,” he answered. He was also exhausted. He had barely slept. He hasn’t been home in weeks, not wanting to leave your side. He was afraid as soon as he left, you would die and he wouldn’t be there for you.
“No, I mean, now. Here,” you clarify.
“In the hospital?” He asked and you nod. “No. No way. You will get better and we will have a big ceremony with pink roses. Just like you wanted.”
“Tom, we’re kidding ourselves. I’m never getting better. I’m dying,” you said. This is the first time you said it out loud, which made it even more real, causing the both of you to cry. “I’m tired, Tom. I’m done.”
“W-what happened to keep fighting? We can do this. You just have to keep believing, please,” Tom begged, tears streaming down his face. You shake your head.
“I have no more left in me. I can’t even sit up in my bed without help. I don’t even remember my birthday. It’s time, and I want my last moments to be marrying you, please, Tom. Help me.” You pleaded.
“You’re giving up? What about our life together?” His eyes are now red and puffy.
“We already lived our life and it was perfect. Now, now, it’s the end. I want it to be a happy one. I want to die as your wife. Please, Tom.” You grasp his hand. He knew you probably weren’t going to live for the rest of the day. Even the doctor told him that you should be dead by now.
“Darling, I-I can’t,” he cried.
“Yes, you can. You’re the strongest person I know.” Tom is sobbing into you. “Please.”
He finally agrees because deep down, he knew it was time to let go. He called his family to the hospital. He helped put on your favorite wig, paint your nails, and put some make-up on. Once everyone got there, you immediately started, knowing the clock was ticking.
“Thank you,” you say. Tom couldn’t say “you’re welcome,” so he just nodded. The two of you shared your vows. Yours wasn’t very long since you couldn’t remember what you were going to say, but Tom’s was beautiful, yet heartbreaking. He talked about how he enjoyed the little time you two had together, how it wasn’t fair that you were being taken away from him, and that he couldn’t wait to dance with you in the afterlife. You two shared your “I dos.” 
Tom kissed you like it was the last time he’ll ever kiss you because it will be. He tried to hold on to how your lips felt brushing against his. He tried to remember every detail of you: Your smile, you beautiful eyes, your laugh, just you.
“See you later,” you bid him goodbye. The monitor flat lines as your heart was too weak to beat. Tom yells in pain. He holds to your body, feeling the last of your warmth leaving your body. He sobs into your hospital gown. Sam and Harry are crying too, but not as much. They already mourn your loss while you battled cancer. The doctors come rushing in to try to save you. They try to pull you out of Tom’s grasp, so they could resuscitate you.
“No! Please, no! She doesn’t want this,” Tom begged, still holding onto you. “She told me she was ready.”
“She didn’t sign a DNR,” Dr. Parker said.
“I know, but she told me. Please, don’t do this to her,” He pleaded.
“It’s true,” Harry and Sam agreed, even though they weren’t there. Dr. Parker took a deep breath and signaled the doctors to go.
“Time of death: 18:47.”
part two here
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zmediaoutlet · 1 year
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the ask game!
For sam: no. 11
For dean: no. 16
For both: no. 52!
<3
(happy wincest wednesday! I'll do the last few of these I have in my inbox but then that'll have to be my last bits!)
(also HAPPY WINCEST WEDNESDAY don't forget to be thankful for the brotherfuckers and the brotherfucking admirers in your life!)
11. Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?
SAM: I don't think anyone can really complain about receiving, but, uh -- giving. Definitely. It's just... good. First of all, there's something really satisfying about making someone else feel that good, whether that's a woman or a guy. Well -- one guy, in particular. I like settling in and doing the job, and doing it well. I don't mind if someone likes to take charge a little, although I don't like gagging -- does anyone? I don't know, maybe they do. But my favorite is when someone just lays back and lets me do my thing, lets me watch and learn and figure out what they like best, and when you can really blow their mind, get them shaking and cursing and all? That's the best. If I can get that, I don't even need to get my half taken care of.
16. Name a song you’d listen to during hard, rough or kinky sex.
DEAN: Dragula. Easy. SAM: Dude. DEAN: C'mon. You burn through the witches, dontcha, Sammy? Plus I actually did bang it out to that one once. In the car, too. It works, trust me.
52. What was the weirdest thing that has ever turned you on?
DEAN: Don't let Sam answer, we'll be here all day. Ha. No, uh -- let's see, weirdest thing? I mean, there's a bunch of stuff that's weird but I know exactly why it's hot. Like seeing the old lady librarian's weird beige support bra by accident. Sure, you don't want to get down with the old lady librarian -- maybe she's got moves but it's not your first thought -- but hey, accidental underwear shot, that works no matter what. SAM: ...It absolutely does not. DEAN: Expand your horizons, Sammy. Anyway. So, weirdest thing that's actually weird, for me? That part in Star Wars where they're gonna get eaten by the, like, trash compactor thing. Got a boner. SAM: You're joking. DEAN: People respond to danger in very different ways. Anyway, don't judge me, Mr. 'I jerked off to the sixth grade history textbook.' SAM: That wasn't -- okay. Whatever. Uh, weirdest thing. I -- um. DEAN: This should be good. SAM: When I was... fourteen or something? It was summer. I went through a whole thing of otter pops one day, because -- I don't know, I just did -- and on the last one I gave myself a paper cut -- plastic cut, I guess -- on the corner of my mouth, and it really hurt but my tongue was practically an ice cube by that point and so I kept licking it, and that, uh. It worked. DEAN: ...Wow. SAM: Don't say anything. DEAN: Judge not lest ye be judged. Although now I want to lay in a supply of otter pops.
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👀 forced reveal fic you say??
oh MAN this one is an oldie. i really wish i could say it was going somewhere, but i honestly forgot what post it was based on. however, have a snippet!
Like everything else in his life, it had started with an accident.
One would think that after saving the planet, there would’ve been a grace period. A time where ghosts stayed in the Zone and let Danny simply exist for a few beautiful, quiet, peaceful moments.
Not in Danny’s life! No sir, nothing is ever that easy for him. Which is how he ended up convulsing in agony on the floor in first period English.
The day had started like normal. Danny woke up, grabbed a Pop-Tart on the way out the door and flew off to school, expertly avoiding his parents. Things hadn’t been easy, per se, since Jazz had left for college, so Danny did what he was good at: he avoided the problem until it would come back around and bite him in the ass. Once he arrived at school, he met up with Tucker and Sam at their normal meet-up tree, and they walked into the building together. Dash slammed him into a locker with some vague threat Danny tuned out, Kwan slapped his books out of his hand, and Star insulted his outfit. All in all, a normal Tuesday.
The first hint that something was wrong should’ve been the ungodly sneeze. His face, hidden in his locker, stared open mouthed at the neon green ooze now covering his locker. He had never sneezed out ectoplasm since his accident. Not even slightly neon normal snot! His nose continued to itch, and Sam made an offhand comment about allergies, since it was the first warm week of the new year. Danny felt it was necessary to point out that he didn’t have allergies, before or after his half-death. It would be weird to develop them now. His friends just shrugged, out of suggestions for the weird sneeze. He sighed and Tucker helped him clean up the ectoplasm coating his locker with the Fenton Thermos. They set out for first period together, Tucker and Sam starting up an old argument from yesterday.
The second hint that something was wrong should’ve been the sound of Paulina bragging. It never boded well for anyone.
“Aren’t these just gorgeous?��� she asked her gaggle of friends, obviously fishing for compliments. “They’re flowers for Phantom, fresh from this flower stall I passed this morning!”
See, Sam pointed out with one perfectly arched eyebrow at Danny. It must be those flowers, she said with only a look. (Danny later cursed Clockwork, the Ancients, and a few extra deities that Sam was right as often as she was.)
For the first time in a long time, Danny showed up to first period on time. Early, even. If Lancer’s raised eyebrows were any indicator, he was also shocked. Danny slumped into his desk near the front of the room, letting Sam and Tucker’s arguing wash over him. He was rather enjoying the relative peace and quiet of his morning.
But, of course, it couldn’t last because the universe had it out for Danny, he was sure.
Right as the final bell rang, Paulina swept into the room in a more-dramatic-than-usual fashion. Initially, he didn’t see what was going on because he was staring at the ceiling tiles trying to figure out what he was going to do after school if everything remained quiet. Another sneeze crawled up his nose and panic quickly followed it because he couldn’t hide an ectoplasm sneeze in the open classroom. He dove for his backpack, hoping to at least contain it somewhat, when his eyes caught on the large bouquet in Paulina’s hands. What little color he had left in his face drained out.
“These are so lovely,” she giggled as she swept over to her seat. “I can’t wait to give them to Phantom!”
Sam was the first one to speak, her shock wearing off faster than her friends’.
“Are you trying to kill him?”
“What do you mean?” she sneered as she turned around quickly. Danny gagged as the bouquet swept in his direction, causing pollen to fall off of them and blow in his direction. But, due to his shitty luck, Paulina had essentially trapped him. She stood to his left, flowers aimed at him, blocking the only normal way out of his seat so she could glare at Sam, one hand on her hip.
“Those are blood blossoms, Paulina,” Sam said with a roll of her eyes. “They’re toxic to ghosts.”
“How do you know that, freak?”
“Class, it’s time to get started,” Lancer called from the front of the room.
“Sam,” Danny warned in a tight voice. The longer he spent next to the blood blossoms, the more likely something bad was going to happen.
“What’s wrong with you, Fenturd?” Dash asked as he gave him a disgusted look.
“Allergies!” Tucker piped up. “Yeah, Danny’s super allergic to pollen.”
“Of a ghost toxic plant?” Star asked, scoffing.
“...Yeah, because of his ectocontamination,” Tucker supplied quickly. Everyone knew that Danny had a weird amount of ectoplasm in his system somehow, because of how crazy his parents were, and so that helped explain away most of his weird shit.
That wasn’t going to work today.
“Guys!” he gasped, gripping the edge of his desk so hard, his knuckles were as white as his gloves.
“Paulina, MOVE!” Sam said, panic rising in her voice as she looked over at her best friend. She slipped in between the desks and shoved Paulina out of the way.
Danny collapsed to the floor as he tried to scramble away, now that there was an opening. He was gasping for air and trying not to gag on every inhale. Paulina shrieked at Sam touching her, flailing like it was anything more than just a light shove.
The class couldn’t decide where they wanted to look: the cat fight brewing between Sam and Paulina, a long time coming, or the weird Fenton kid that was having some kind of freakout on the floor.
Three things happened all at once:
1) One of the flowers came loose from the bouquet and fell towards Danny.
2) Mr Lancer cried, “Flowers for Algernon, people, what is going on?!”
3) Danny watched his half-life flash before his eyes--no, wait. That was really a flash--
the end
no seriously, that's where it ends. i have no idea where i was going with it. i reread it recently, and i really like it! but this is so not my brand of fic. i started this before i started the au in earnest i believe??
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hopalongfairywren · 1 year
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Whumptober2022- Die In A Fire
It was like one moment, Boomer was coming up to Hannah’s house, a shit eating grin on his face as he was about to see his well-planned prank come to fruition. The next moment, everything was gone and on fire. Boomer screamed as he was flung backwards by the force of the blast- he was sure the fireworks he meant to set off were barely strong enough to mar the ground, maybe shatter a window if he wasn’t careful.
But instead, the whole house felt like it was coming down. Boomer barely registered the fact that he was now on the ground, head spinning and aching. Almost immediately, he felt the jerk of panic coming off Foolish and Sam as they rushed towards him.
“What just happened?” Sam demanded, the smell of gas from his mask making Boomer gag. He stood up shakily, relived at the fact that none of his bones appeared to be broken, before nearly gagging at the intense emotion all around him.
“Should I get Ponk?” Foolish asked nervously, shooting off as soon as Sam nodded. With the creeper-hybrid’s help, Boomer was able to sit up and look around at the rocky smoking grounds surrounding them. His own legs were scraped and bleeding, and his wrist hurt from his awkward landing into the rubble.
“Dude. What the fuck?” Boomer coughed out at last, standing up with a wince. He couldn’t see Hannah among the rubble, and a part of him feared he’d never find her. Calm down. Use your powers.
Sam’s worry and distress overpowered everything else as the man left Boomer’s side to start lifting up surface level boulders. Jolting up, Boomer began to haul a rock of it’s own away from the uneven ground, despite his legs nearly giving out on him. And then a few more waves of alarm washed over Boomer as he turned around and toppled anyways, all the sensation was too much.
Sapnap and George, awake for once, came over to the rubble. “What the fuck happened over here? Hannah’s house is gone!” Sapnap exclaimed, glancing over at a much more apathetic George. Sam turned towards them in relief. 
“Boomer did something… Blew up her house… Must have been an accident… Tnt from the L’manberg Wars…” Sam’s voice drifted in and out of Boomer’s mind as he solely tried to sense Hannah. One look at the smoldering ruins, and Boomer knew he’d never make it up to her. Pushing away his guilt, Boomer staggered back up, cupping his hands around his mouth.
“Hannah, where are you!” He shouted as loud as possible.
Sapnap immediately began helping his old friend lift the boulder while George used a water bucket to douse the small fires that had started.
“Hannah, where are you!” He shouted as loud as possible. No answer came from her, although Boomer could feel the presence of a rapidly approaching group of people. He turned around, glad to see Ponk and Foolish back, but also surprised to see Eryn and Tommy following them. Eryn was pretty calm, but it was striking how unphased Tommy was. Boomer could barely feel any panic or horror coming off of him.
He was glad when nobody asked questions again, instead immediately pushing further into the rubble. “Go around where the rubble is, don’t walk on the boulders we lifted already!” Sam called Boomer took a shaky step forward, noticing a shallow cavity under where part of the house’s skeletal frame was.
Boomer winced as he neared it, and he was about to keep going when he felt the tell-tale twinge of pain and fear of a nearby person. He did a double-take, and sure enough, Hannah. Somewhere deeper into the ominous tunnel of rubble that had formed under the side of her house, Hannah was trapped. 
“What if I only find her dead?” Sick guilt bubbled at his throat. He pushed away the thought
and shouldered his way past the two smaller boulders blocking the entrance of the tunnel. The rough stone and wood scraped at his burnt shirt and skin as he squeezed his way through, cautiously feeling around for any sudden drop beneath his feet. Going further into the crushed heap, he squirmed into what was left of the interior of her house. Boomer scanned the mass of stone and splintered wood, his heart hammering as he finally caught a glimpse of pink among the rubble.
He could hear the others' muted voices above him, and the few remaining wooden frames started to rattle and shake. This tunnel was going to collapse soon, he realized with horror.
 “Guys! She’s here!” He screamed, trying to wave them over before remembering he was stuck underground with her.
The fairy was pinned under a large boulder, her face twisted in pain. With another wave of horror and a fast tightening chest, Boomer realized that the massive boulder on top of Hannah was preventing her from breathing. She looked up at him with a bleary, smoke-stained face. “I can’t move.” She whimpered. She let out another cry of pain as the tunnel began to shake, and Sapnap, Tommy and Sam entered. Sam immediately went to press against the trembling entrance, practically arching his spine to keep the ground from falling in on them.
Sapnap rushed over, grabbing her by the arms as she screeched in pain.
“Sapnap, stop, that will kill her!” Tommy yelled, swearing as he tried to pull the older man away from her. Sapnap turned around angrily.
“She can’t breathe Tommy-”
“I know. And I've pulled people out from rubble like this before” Tommy paused, a glazed look coming over his face for a second. “You can’t just yank her out like that, she’ll fucking die. You need to move the boulder.”
“The semantics don’t matter though, she can probably barely breathe like this, we need to get her out now.”
“I know, but if you just yank her out, it’ll hurt her. Believe me, I did stuff like this during the L’manberg war, I know what i’m talking about. Just move the boulder.” Tommy crouched down, maneuvering himself around her.
“How?” Boomer wanted to yell. 
Despite that, Sapnap refocused his efforts on lifting the boulder trapping her, and Boomer thoughtlessly moved beside him to help.
Slowly, carefully, Tommy tugged her up from the rubble, hissing through clenched teeth. “I’ve got her.”
“Let’s go!” Sam grunted. “Clear out, I'll come last.”
Boomer scooted backwards, his legs trembling and his teeth chattering as they all somehow managed to make their way up out of the darkness.
Immediately, they were greeted by a waiting Foolish, too big to fit into the hole. His eyes were wide.
Boomer swallowed dryly as he stared at the limp body of his friend and co-worker. This had to be an accident. The firework wasn’t supposed to be big enough to do this. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. He was appreciative of the fact that nobody had yet to confront him, sinking down onto the ground with his chest still heavy.
Ponk ran his hand gently down Hannah’s spine, keeping her head up even as the rest of her body lolled. Boomer shuddered.
Sam crouched beside the fairy. “Will she be okay?” He whispered hoarsely. Hannah’s breathing came out in ragged gasps, her face still contorted in pain and terror. “Can she hear us?” Sam repeated.
“Out of the way.” Ponk snapped, maneuvering beside him and gently rolling her onto her stomach. 
Sapnap turned, circling back to face the destruction all around them. George froze, his whole body quivering as a glazed look overcame his face.
Tommy had joined Eryn, who stared in horror at her body. “Is she dead? Will she respawn?” He murmured.
Ponk stood up. “Shock’s setting in.” He said grimly.
“Oh,” Boomer thought. “That must be why I'm not feeling much from her. Shock diluting the pain.”
But Ponk continued on. “Several fractures in both of her front arms,” He paused, holding her firmly as the fairy began to squirm. He seemed to be maneuvering her into a certain position- Boomer thought they weren’t supposed to move her, like Tommy had said, but Ponk was a doctor.
He began taking care of her other injuries, bandaging her cuts and putting ointments on her burns.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and Hannah took a ragged breath. “I- I can’t feel my wings.” She croaked.
The pit of Boomer’s stomach nearly dropped. It was worse than a fracture. Her wings had snapped.
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secretlittl3whore · 3 years
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Out Of Bullets
summary: Y/N has always had a crush on the man who beat her record on the range. So what happens when he returns from a mission to find that the little lady has taken his words to heart and gotten better?!
Warnings: it’s smut y’all. P in v. Unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it). Fingering. Virgin sex.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem/reader
Totz my first smut! Critiques appreciated! Luvs y’all!
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The compound was pretty quiet during the twilight hours, and that was the absolute preference of Y/N. She did love people, don’t get her wrong, but there was something about her boots echoing off the empty hallways that brought solace. She continued her path to the shooting range, but almost turned around when she heard that distinct sound of bullets flying towards the paper targets.
“Ugh.” Y/N groaned. Then she caught a glimpse of a figure and couldn’t stop herself from drooling at the sight. He must’ve just returned from a mission, cuz he was still clad in his tactical gear. Holsters still attached and filled with weapons. Her eyes traveled downward resting on his thighs. Even those pants couldn’t hide those delicious features. A fire pooled deep within and subconsciously y/n started to rub her thighs together trying to create some sort of friction.
Did she hate him for beating her in everything? Yes, but that didn’t mean she hated him. No, every fiber of y/n’s being wanted him to bend her over the table and fuck her within an inch of her life. Not caring if someone walked in and saw, though someone definitely would eventually see cause of all the damn cameras Stark installed.
Almost as if he had heard her lustful thoughts, the man turned to look at her. He nodded a greeting and then went back to his drills. Must’ve went bad, y/n thought to herself.
She came to a stop beside him and watched him empty his clip before turning to her.
“Good morning Buck,” she stated cooly. Bucky just stared. “Bad mission?” His nostrils flared. Bingo.
“Sam is...fuck. He never has a fucking plan. Just jumps in.” He roared, gloved hands coming to pinch the bridge of his nose. Y/N stayed quiet, knowing to let him rant and not interject till he was finished. She learned the hard way that by doing so, he would shut down and not talk. Y/N prided herself on being a confidant. “He’s going to get someone killed!”. Absentmindedly he started twirling a vibranium knife in his gloved fingers before sinking it into the target that he had just been shooting at. Y/N closed her eyes quickly, knowing her pupils had blown out and stifled a small moan. Could he be any less sexy when he was mad?! Bucky took a deep breath, a sign that he was done ranting and y/n could talk.
“We both know that he’s stupid and reckless.” Bucky let out a gruff laugh, “and that’s why you are his partner because you balance him. The missions are most always successful with you two. It’s just going to take a few to get the rhythm right.” His eyes narrowed at y/n. She spoke truth, and he hated it. With a smug smile, y/n dumped her bag onto the other half of a table.
“Looking for a challenge or you done for today?” Bucky’s eyebrow raised quizzically and he smirked.
“A challenge? Have you been practicing what I showed you?” Y/N grinned and shook her head,
“No.” But that was a total lie. Before he had gone on the mission three weeks ago, they had spent around 6 hours in the range. It was grueling but he pushed her through drills and training. Since then, she had been in the range every day from twilight till noon practicing. Something flashed across his eyes, but disappeared just as quick. There was no way he could know she was lying...could he?
“You first doll.”
By the time y/n was nearly out of bullets, a small crowd had gathered in the viewing box. She was sure that she could see a certain redhead watching intently as y/n performed drill after drill. So focused on the target that she was missing the fact that his eyes hardly ever left her. How they softly caressed her figure and imagined stripping her, being inside her. Watching y/n go through these drills smoothly caused his dick to strain painfully against his pants.
Y/Ns gun clicked and that was it. She was officially out of bullets. She turned to Bucky and caught his eyes immediately. Had they always been that dark? She shook the thought out of her head and went to retrieve the targets. Bucky joined her silently. As they pulled down their targets he briefly dragged a digit along her hand, the leather feeling strangely cool against her skin. It caused a shiver and immediately a blush formed red hot across y/ns cheeks. No stop it! She told herself, it was an accident. Wasn’t it? Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of his profile. His eyes were still dark and he looked almost like he was in pain. Turning back to her target, she grinned widely. Her splatter of shots were centralized around the winning position. No outliers. She had certainly improved, and he had definitely noticed.
“I think you might have actually won this one.” He said through gritted teeth, enunciating the last word almost painfully. Y/N couldnt stop herself from celebrating out loud!
“Fuck yes! Told you I’d beat you Sarge!” There it was, that flash across his eyes, but this time it didn’t disappear as quickly. Y/N gulped as the man stared at her with such ferocity that she actually felt small.
“Want to try that again?” He asked, his voice quiet. She looked behind him and notice that the entirety of the audience had disappeared, almost as if they had never been there.
“I’m out of bullets.” Y/N said softly, her eyes.
“Did I say drills?” He said darkly, leaning in closely. She tried to sputter out a response but his lips captured hers in a gnash of teeth. Her response was immediately, letting that winning target float to the floor out of sight out of mind as she wrapped her arms around Bucky’s neck.
Their lips moved with each other rhythmically. She felt his tongue on her lip and she welcomed him in, his taste intoxicating her, sending her head spinning. He pulled away suddenly, earning a small whine from her lips.
“Doll, I need you.” He said almost in a whisper as he leaned his forehead against hers. She almost gasped when she felt it, his dick pressing against her leg. Eyes darting she found the locker room and grabbed his hand, leading him quickly towards it. She found that small medical bay and locked them inside, pressing him against the door. Y/N leaned upwards to kiss him,
“Let me taste you.” She said seductively. He groaned throwing his head back against the door. She took that as a yes and dropped to her knees, making quick work of his pants. Her release was almost ripped from her when she released his dick and it slapped against his stomach. For a minute she paused. He was huge! Thick and glorious. The tip pulsating red and precun dripping. Was now the time to say she was a virgin? Would that make him stop? No, she had done enough research to know how to please a man...she hoped.
Languidly, she kitten licked along his shaft, taking in his scent and the taste of his skin. Bucky’s breathing quickened and she could hear the whirring of his vibranium arm as he clenched his fist. She licked a long stripe on the underside before taking his tip into her mouth. His breath hitched as she sucked.
“Doll,” his breath strangled, “doll you’ve got to move.” Fear struck, but she fought it and started bobbing her head. “Fuck, yes like that doll.” His flesh hand came to rest on her head, threading into her hair making a makeshift ponytail. He started taking over her movements. Y/N hollowed her cheeks like she learned, but it didn’t help when she felt him touch the back of her throat. She gagged painfully and pulled backwards roughly. Bucky stared down at her, eyes full of concern as she coughed harshly.
“Fuck doll. Shit I’m sorry. You just felt so good.” He cooed as he leaned down, grasping her face. She offered a small smile,
“I’m sorry.” Bucky grimaced, kissing her forehead softly.
“No y/n, it’s my fault. Nat said you were a virgin and I should’ve remembered...” he stopped dead in his tracks at the look upon y/ns face.
“She told you?!” She gasped. Bucky started scratching his the back of his head against he sat against the door, dick still hard and angry at being left without attention. She wasn’t angry at the fact that he knew, more so confused at all the conversation came up...or did Nat just offer that information freely l, that devious Russian mink.
“Ugh, yeah, she um...I’m sorry.” He made a move like he was gonna to get up but Y/Ns hand shot out and grabbed him by the vest.
“Don’t go. I...” she paused to collect her thoughts, Bucky looked at her sadly, pondering at what her response would be. “I still want you.” Bucky’s eyes snapped to hers,
“You do?” He asked surprised. Y/N chuckled at his response and leaned in towards him,
“I wouldn’t have sucked your dick if I didn’t.” The darkness returned to his eyes.
“I’ve wanted you for so long doll, are you sure?” She kissed him ferociously,
“Yes James,” Bucky groaned at the sound of his real name dripping from her lips. So low and sultry. He wanted to have her saying it over and over. He pulled y/n onto his lap, straddling her legs over his hips. He captured her lips as he kicked his pants off, but not before grabbing a certain leather strap.
Y/N’s whole body was on fire. This man’s smell, his taste, the feel of his skin, was so intoxicating she felt drunk and high at the same time. Was that even possible?
Suddenly her legs felt cold and then something warm was pressed against her ass. She pulled away and looked down, no he fucking didn’t. Looking back up, y/n noted a shit eating grin as he embedded the knife in the door behind him.
“You owe me new leggings.” She murmured, reaching down to unzip his vest. He shrugged it off and then took his shirt off. She couldn’t help but letting her hands explore the new territory, even taking a moment to trace the area where the metal met flesh. Y/N placed small open mouth kisses after the trails of her fingers, the scarred skin and metal creating a tingly texture against her lips.
“I’ll owe you a new shirt and bra too.” Before she could protest, they too were ripped from her body, that knife now embedded in the wall behind her. She tried glaring at him but couldn’t help but laugh at his grin.
“You are trouble Sarge.” He rutted his hips into her at the pet name and y/n bit back a moan. The movement caused his dick to slip underneath her and now it rested against her stomach, the red tip pleading with her for attention. She sighed and gripped him softly, before pumping. Bucky’s head hang low against his chest as his hands came to rest at her back. She hissed at the metal’s coldness but didn’t stop pumping. His breath quickened as she quickly spat into her other hand before switching them.
Bucky threw his head back against the door, eyes slammed shut and mouth agape, taking small uneven breaths.
“Doll...doll please,” he begged, his metal hand coming to clasp hers, stopping her actions. “I...want to feel you.” Y/N gulped, she was much smaller than this super soldier, he was going to rip her apart. Slowly she raised herself on her knees and Bucky gripped himself, pumping slowly. “Are you ready?” He asked gently. Despite the pounding in her ears, she nodded, but he didn’t move his dick forward. Instead she felt his flesh fingers touch her lips.
He gathered the wetness on his fingers and then gently circled her clit. Y/N felt her whole body shake and she leaned forward to grip his shoulders. As he leaned forward to capture her lips, he entered her with a single finger. Y/N threw her head back and let out a moan. Bucky took the opportunity to latch his lips against her neck, kissing, licking, biting, ensuring that she was marked. A second finger was entered and she could feel him working in and out of her. Breathing quickening, hands gripping, Y/N felt that she was going to explode. Then his thumb began playing at her clit.
“Ah...Bucky...I....” she moaned and he stopped. She groaned when he removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth. Licking plump lips, he smiled deviously at her,
“Delicious,” he whispered. Leaning his forehead against hers he gently placed his hands on her hips. Guiding her onto himself, slowly, allowing her to get used to the feeling. Y/N felt tears on her cheeks, she felt full but also a dull burning pain. He kissed her cheeks, licking the tears away. And he was fully inside. He groaned at the feeling, burying his face within her neck.
They stayed like this for a moment before y/n felt a surge of confidence and, as Nat told her, started to rock forward. Bucky moaned against her neck, bringing his flesh hand to grab her ass while his metal tangled within her hair. Y/N quickened her pace, enjoying all the noises she heard from him.
Gripping y/ns hair tightly, he started to rut up into her, creating a rhythm. Y/N bit back a moan. He trailed his lips up to her ear,
“No doll, don’t hold those back, let me hear you.” As he said that, he hit a certain spot and Y/N saw white, moaning loudly. Such a promiscuous sound, she felt embarrassed, but as he continued at that angle, she forgot all embarrassment.
The feeling started in her stomach and started to grow. Her breath quickened and her heart started pounding again.
“Please, please, please” she moaned over and over again. “Buc...James...I, shit, I...”
“I got you doll, just let go. Cum for me.” And she did. He felt it on his legs and smelt it. God she smelled good. He continued his pace, going quicker now, chasing his own release. He pressed hard into her as he groaned her name against her shoulder, biting down on her clavicle.
Y/N leaned her forehead against his, eyes hazy. His blue orbs looked back at her and he chastely kissed her swollen lips.
“That...that was better than I imagined.” She whispered finally. Bucky chuckled,
“Oh so you’ve imagined riding me y/n?” She knew he was teasing her but she still blushed crimson. “You’ll have to tell me what else you’ve imagined and you’ll have to tell me which is better.” Oh she definitely knew now, which was better, but she couldn’t deny that she was excited to feel him inside again.
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arvinsescape · 3 years
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Flirty waitresses
Summary: A little insight into how Tom and reader deal with flirts.
Warnings: Swearing.
W/C: 1.6K
You’d gone out to dinner with the boys and a few of their girlfriends, after enjoying an amazing meal, you were all sat drinking, you were sat in between Haz’s girlfriend and Tom, engaging in some girl talk. The waitress had brought another round of drinks and you thanked her before going back to your conversation. After a few minutes, Ruby furrowed her brows, looking over your shoulder.
“What?” You said as you followed her gaze. The waitress who had dropped your drinks off was talking to Tom about something that you weren’t really listening to and at first you wondered what the problem was until you noticed her batting her eyelashes at him in a very obvious way.
“She’s flirting with him.” Ruby said. You shrugged as you weren’t a jealous person, you know Tom wouldn’t ever engage back and you’d somewhat gotten used to people wanting his attention.
“Maybe she’s a fan of his work.” You said.
“Yeah but she’s flirting.” Ruby was that best friend that always had your back, she was quite possibly the person you were closest to besides Tom.
“She might not know he has a girlfriend.” You reasoned and she nodded hesitantly.
“Maybe, but still, you’re sat next to him.” She said.
“You worry too much.” You laughed. The waitress disappeared after a while and Tom took your hand in his, giving a light kiss to the back of it before talking with Haz again. Your hand was still in his when the waitress reappeared, the chatter had become a little more open around the table as you all listened to a story Harry was telling.
“Can I get you anything else Tom?” You heard the waitress say. Tom looked at his pint that was still half full and your wine glass that was almost empty.
“Want another?” He asked and you nodded adding a quick thanks. You swear you heard the waitress huff at you but you couldn’t be sure and thought nothing of it. Tom moved his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into his side.
The waitress returned and almost slammed your drink down in front of you, Harry raised his brow a little and no one else seemed to notice. Maybe she’d done it by accident? We’d all been there. She was eyeing you in an unreadable way though which made you slightly uncomfortable.
“I think she’s just realised Tom has a girlfriend.” Ruby leant over and whispered to you as she laughed and you joined. You weren’t averse to the occasional funny look when people wanted Tom’s attention. She refilled everyone else drinks as you nuzzled your head into Tom’s side, feeling his warmth.
“You okay there darling?” Tom asked as he laughed lightly, placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Yeah, you’re just nice and warm.” You said as you pulled away from him and he grasped your hand in his interlocking your fingers on the table.
“She really doesn’t like you.” Ruby said seriously and you followed her gaze to see the waitress almost eyeing you up and down with a discreet look of disgust, it made you uncomfortable but you tried not to think about it.
“I’m gonna say something.” Ruby said.
“No, don’t. Just leave it, it’s fine honestly.” You said not wanting to make a scene.
After a while the waitress returned and she had another drink for a few people. As she placed Tom’s pint down in front of him, you could have sworn you saw her smirk at you before the pint fell over on the table. You jumped up slightly as the beer ran off the table and onto your feet, thankfully you were wearing heels so you only needed to dry skin off. You could’ve sworn it was meant for your lap but hadn’t gone to plan.
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry. My hand slipped.” She said and it sounded almost embarrassingly fake. Ruby steadied the glass and cleaned up the table as Tom reached down to dry your foot off with a few napkins.
“It’s okay, no harm done.” You forced a smile. She watched as Tom tended to your foot and looked as if she was holding back an eyeroll.
“I am truly sorry Tom, I didn’t mean to get your friend.” She said again. ‘Friend’? You would have thought given your interactions that you were clearly a little more than that.
“Oh, that’s his girlfriend.” Ruby said with a sarcastic smile, you eyed her with a playfully glare as she smirked.
“Oh, right, yeah, girlfriend. Sorry.” She muttered out. Tom had sat himself back down along with you, pulling you onto his lap.
“It’s okay, I think she’ll live.” Tom joked.
“Yeah, you’re such a gentleman Tom.” She battered her eyelashes at him again. “Anyone would be lucky to have such an attentive boyfriend.” The way she said it was not in a way that you were used to, people had of course commented before on the ways in which Tom looked after you but it was in more of an endearing way, this sounded snide.
“Yeah well, she deserves to be looked after.” Tom smiled as he kissed your cheek and you removed yourself from his lap taking your seat back next to him. Harry and Sam fake gagged at the interaction and the waitress forced a smile.
The next half an hour wasn’t so bad, then she came back and ‘carefully’ placed another round of drinks down. She placed your wine glass down in front of you and placed her arm on Tom’s bicep as she spoke.
“Anything else Tom?” She asked and it was so flirty, you almost felt bad for her. Tom was completely oblivious as he usually was, he said he didn’t notice stuff like that because he only had eyes for you. You’re not sure whether or not it was the alcohol that had started buzzing around your system or just how much she was pissing you off but you were starting to feel jealous.
You couldn’t stop yourself as you placed your hands on Tom’s face and brought him in for a kiss, to which he happily returned, turning slightly in the booth to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him. Ruby laughed next to you as she watched and the boys let out of a chorus of light cheers.
“She looked so pissed.” Ruby laughed as you pulled away.
“Yeah well she’s pissing me off.” You said lowly.
This continued to happen throughout the evening and you were trying so hard not to let your jealousy get to you but she was pushing your buttons. Tom was still blissfully unaware until she traced her hand down his bicep and you felt him tense slightly. Good, he’s realised.
“I don’t need anything else thank you.” Tom said politely as he subconsciously pulled you further into his side. You smiled slightly as you gladly snuggled further into him, you were aware you probably looked petty, but she’d pushed you. She glared at you as she walked away.
“I’ve got to say Y/N, I’d have said something ages ago.” Harry’s girlfriend spoke up and everyone hummed in agreement.
“What?” You said playing somewhat dumb.
“She’s been flirting so openly with him, it’s a bit embarrassing to be honest.” She went on.
“Well, I try not to let my jealously get to me.” You sighed as Tom kissed your forehead.
“I’m sorry love, want me to say something?” Tom said.
“Nah, I’d only be really worried if you were flirting back.” You said.
“Not gonna happen.” He mumbled as he ghosted his lips over your cheek and you smiled, feeling the jealousy subside.
The rest of the night actually went quite well, the waitress still continued to make flirty remarks and touch Tom when she felt like it, but his attention was now completely on you and you could see she was getting more annoyed but couldn’t find it in yourself to care. As you were going to leave, after much protest Tom decided he was going to settle the bill and as he paid and you were all getting your coats on she approached one last time.
“Here, in case you get bored.” She handed Tom a piece of paper which you were sure as hell would have her number on as she glared at you and you glared back, finding Tom’s hand and placing your own in it.
“That’s inappropriate.” You heard Harrison whisper to Ruby. “I’d be fucking pissed.”
“Thanks but no thanks.” Tom said as he handed her the piece of paper back. “I’m very happy with the woman here thank you. She couldn’t bore me if she tried.” He added as he pulled you out of the restaurant and you started to walk home.
“How do you always know how to keep your cool?” You asked him after a while.
“I suppose it’s easy when you’re not interested. You don’t have anything to worry about you know, people might flirt with me but the only flirting I’m interested in is yours.” He reassured as he swung your arms in between you.
“Yeah I know. I love you.”
“And I love you, more than anything.”
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youre-deadangel · 3 years
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nsfw alphabet|s.rogers
summary; we know the drill.
genre; smut
pairing; steve rogers x reader
warnings!; SMUT 18+, spanking, captain kink, choking
author’s note; none.
word count; 1k words.
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Steve is very attentive to his lovers. After sex all of his worries are about you. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you want something to eat or drink? Wanna take a nap? Little things.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Steve likes his hands. The way he can make you crumble from his fingers or how he can make you breathless by gently gripping your throat.
Steve loves your ass. He loves watching as you bend over to pick things up, seeing you run around in booty shorts, and watching it bounce each time he spanks you. Your ass is heaven to him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Steve cums a lot, he knows this, so do you. You prefer is he cums inside of you so you can feel it pour once he pulls out.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Steve likes it when you call him, “Cap/Captain”. Some about you using this title of power fills him with pride and arousal. The moment those words leave your lips, he's hard as a rock.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He's very unexperienced. He had one or two flings after coming to the present but, he’s still learning. Occasionally he’ll ask to try new things to pleasure you so you’ll have to teach him little thing but, otherwise he does well for a newbie.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Dogstyle, he needs to see your ass jiggle each time he thrusts his hips.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Sex is usually a very serious act between you two. If it's something early in the morning and you both just wanna lay around, it's soft and giggly. When you two first started off it was very giggly as he was learning.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's oddly smooth most of the time. He usually waxes for missions.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Steve likes to keep eye contact as he fucks you. Watching the way your eyes roll back as his cock hits your cervix could make him cum in two seconds.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He hardly jerks off but, if you're being a tease while he's away he's going to have to spend some extra time in the shower.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Captain kink, choking and spitting. He's a few more but, those are the main ones.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom. It's so easy to please you there, the bed is comfortable and you look angelic as you squirm on it.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You, everything about you. From your thighs to your ass to your beautiful face.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Using his full strength on you. He's fearful that he may hurt you by accident.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Steve is a giver. His tongue, though inexperienced, works wonders on your aching pussy. He especially loves it when you guide him to the proper spots and moan when he does it right.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He's both. He can be rough and fast when he's stressed or slow and sensual after he's returned from a long mission.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He loves quickest. They're one of the only things that can keep his libido in check.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's definitely fucked you in the conference room. Bent your pretty ass over the large table, held your hands behind your back, and rearranged your guts. He only did after he was 1000% sure you two won't get caught.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
The serum, that damned thing, gave him a little too much to work with. If you can keep up, 4-5 rounds and nearly 30 minutes each. If it's a slower night 1 or two. Sometimes he wants to take his time.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Though he doesn't own any toys, you do. A vibrator, butt plug, and handcuffs, nothing too serious. Tony and Sam often get you two gag gifts for holidays which include sex toys but, Steve is usually too embarrassed.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Steve is a relatively nice person in the bedroom, most of the teasing is done by you. Every once in a while you'll get on his nerves and he has to punish you by teasing. Dirty whispers into your ear, dragging his fingers down your spine and holding your hips, and dragging his crotch against your ass when he squeezes by you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not loud, the most you get is soft grunts and panting. Very rarely you'll hear him moan but, that only if it's been a really long time.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He likes when you wear an outift inspired by the 40′s...do with that what you will.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
The serum was good to him. A little too good. 9 inches and fucking thick as hell. Feels like a train trying to fit through a mouse hole. Have fun walking.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Well, he hasn't gotten pussy….like ever so it's pretty high.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Steve waits for you to fall asleep. He'll stroke your hair or your smooth skin, which slowly lulls you to sleep. Only once he's sure you're asleep and safe, he'll rest. Even if he's been away on a mission, he tries his best to stay awake just a little longer
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foxxsnacks · 2 years
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Ok time for another idea that’s been rotting in my brain for years
One of my favourite tropes def is pred eating prey accidentally and is super embarrassed/nervous/flustered about it/doesn’t know what to do, etc and Scott being a big silly baby is perfect for said trope
This time taking place during the big airport fight in civil war. We’re taking the “Something just flew in me” to a whole different level. Everything is playing out as normal, everyone fighting, etc. Scott is giant sized while everyone fight below, and we got Peter, Tony, Sam, etc flying around.
We have Peter who’s like having a huge fanboy moment as he’s fighting, he couldn’t believe he was here. So much was going on, he was a bit distracted and wasn’t paying much attention to where he was swinging…
He’s looking over his shoulder as he’s flying through the air, not aware of what’s ahead of him. When he turns to face forward it’s a bit too late as he’s fly straight toward Scott at a high speed. More specifically flying towards his face… his open mouth… uh oh. (DON’T ASK WHY SCOTT’S HELMET IS OFF IT JUST IS)
Peter flys straight into Scott’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Scott barley has time to react when he feels something fly into his mouth, he’s already stumbling backwards and tripping over the aircrafts. Something hit the back of his throat causing him to gag but then he instinctively swallows. It felt like a had swallowed a bug but how would that be possible when he’s 65 ft.. it had to be something else.
Everyone’s fighting kinda pauses as they see Giant-Man stumbling and falling down. Scott Groans, not enjoying the feeling of something shooting down his throat. “SOMETHING JUST FLEW IN ME”
Scott sits there in shock, hands over his stomach. He could feel something moving around inside him. It almost made him panic, what the hell did he just swallow??
Steve, Tony, and the others gather around confused as to what’s going on. Steve is trying to calm Scott down and is asking what happened. Scott is just a mess of words and he himself wasn’t really sure what happened. All he knew was something flew into his mouth and now whatever it was is in his stomach, squirming around causing him to feel almost nauseous. His stomach was grumbly very loudly as he felt movement from within.
Only after explaining what happened Tony then notices Peter is gone and then it all adds up and he immediately becomes furious and goes all protective dad mode and yells at Steve as if he’s responsible for Scott and now Steve and Tony are bickering at each other while Scott just watches, cringing every time he felt kicking and shoving inside his belly.
Tony eventually flys up to Scott’s midsection and calls to Peter over his headset. Peter responds, with some gurgles and groans also being heard through the headset. Peter is just as shocked as Scott is. he was flying through the air and then all of a sudden everything gets dark. It took him a few moments to process what had just happened, sitting still in Scott’s stomach for a bit before he starts pushing against the stomach walls. It only made the stomach more noisier. Peter was overall ok, just stuck now. Tony wants to get him out NOW and even threatens to blast Scott Open but Steve made sure he wouldn’t do that.
Poor Scott is apologizing, as it was all an accident. He felt so overwhelmed and embarrassed having everyone’s eyes on him. Now the team has to come up with a plan to get Peter out without causing more distress to him and Scott.
At the end of the day Peter thought it was actually pretty cool being inside Scott’s stomach. While Scott didn’t know what to say about it. He was a little too flustered about it
ANOTHER IDEA THAT WOULD SOUND BETTER ACTUALLY PUT INTO AN ACTUAL STORY WITH PROPER WORDS INSTEAD OF SUMMARY NOTES BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY <333
-Antnon
FFFFFFFFUUUCCCCKKKKK ANTNON YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH THIS IDEA ASSESS HOLY CHRIST.
Bonus points if Peter is a lil scared at first, because I'm a sucker for some unintentional fearplay.
Just. God. I imagine Peter would try to climb out; and it's a little difficult since everything is slimy, but he does manage to stick to the walls to climb upwards and Scott ends up getting nauseous like.
"wh-OAH, okay, no no, kid, don't- don't do that-"
"sorry!"
And. Hh. He probably has to shrink down a bit too because he'd pass out if he stayed that big for too long, and. Peter stays the same size while he does so. he ends up a lil more full, and Peter ends up a lil more squished.
hey, anon? I might have to write a fic for this too. IT'S ALL JUST. SO GOOD. I LIVE FOR THESE KEEP SENDING ME UR BRAINROT THIS IS ✨ENRICHMENT✨ FOR ME
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Acts of Kindness
Warnings: Fluff, angst, Bucky loathing, insecurities
word count: 2,285 
Summary: From the beginning you both started dating, he was never one for showing affections, always opting to hold your hand; the bare minimum of showing any love to you physically. Bucky would show you his undying love for you through small acts of kindness and services. Throughout his life, the super-soldier was taught to be a gentleman. Always paying attention to his loved ones before he puts himself and his needs first. He’s always the believer who thought, ‘actions speak louder than words,’ kind of guy.
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Bucky was disoriented and bitter. He was emotionless but it never meant he never had his moments of vulnerability. When Bucky was brought back from the blip and experienced his best friend leaving him with Sam and getting the worst therapist, he was so, so, so tired. He disconnected everyone—even his other best friend, Sam Wilson. Having a bloodbath of a past, he couldn’t stand being in a room with people, fearing he would hurt them again. He wasn’t himself. That was until he met you. You were kind and understanding. Unlike everyone, you weren’t walking on eggshells whenever it’s about him. You always showed him that you only saw him as a person instead of a monster. Bucky feels a warm feeling whenever he’s around you, yet he’s always stifling himself whenever you show small gestures of kindness that make his knees go weak.
Bucky thought he was showing how he felt around you and others (even if all he does is grunt and stiffen or stare when people are around). It wasn’t always like that it was the opposite for you. You thought he hated your presence, always noticing how he stiffens like a wooden board. So you started to distance yourself. Only believing he hates you and noting how he doesn’t like what you do. Oh, If only you knew. The first few weeks when you weren’t doing your usual morning routines (he’s not a stalker, he’s an observant person, guys) Bucky was confused and frowned. He didn’t push it and nevertheless continued on his day—ignoring the yearning feeling for you. Then, another few weeks came by, and then a month and, so on. Bucky was frustrated. Why were you ignoring him? Did he do something wrong? Did you finally see the monster he truly was from the inside? No….
He shook the thought away. He couldn’t have you be afraid of him now, not now, not after when it’s your fault for giving him these strange feelings. Sam pointed out he had a crush on you, but he was a stubborn bull and bluntly said “it’ll go away.” Wrong. He was so wrong.
So, after weeks of planning, Bucky decided to show his first act of kindness towards you. He prepped himself to have a bit of confidence in the mirror, having Sam forcing telling him to ‘man up’ By the time it was time to go and meet you (Sam setting the both of you up), Bucky protested and complained. Knowing how much of an asshole he was and how he took your kindness for granted. At this point, Sam was annoyed and being the best wingman he is (no pun intended), shoved him out of his apartment and dragged his ass to the place where you both met. The park. It was simple yet cliché. But Bucky, he was more than glad he had met you—by err running into you and knocking you off the ground by accident. He profusely apologized yet you laughed it off as if it was nothing. Months after the blip, he thought no one would recognize him, but he was wrong. He simply forgot you used to work for Shield and was there during the fight against Thanos. How could he have ever forgotten about you? You were there, since day one during the civil war, had he not realized about your presence? Either way, he was ecstatic.
Seeing you there all dolled up, Bucky hesitated. Sam huffed and shoved him a bit further more into your direction; Bucky glared at him. Nervous was an understatement. But Bucky was more than nervous. Every bundle of nerves in his body wanted him to run away but his heart told him to express his feelings towards you. Clearing his throat, you turned around and was surprised to see him there. Not like you were complaining. Bucky was wearing his usual black clothing but he always looked handsome.
“I didn’t think to see you here Buck,” you said, surprise written all over your face
“Well me either” Bucky said bluntly
Stupid, stupid, stupid—he heard Sam say in his comm.
“I—uh, I mean, Sam forced me to meet you” Bucky coughed awkwardly
You raised an eyebrow, your lips quirking upwards. His com is full of Sam’s ridiculous laughter and annoying remarks. He is so going to kill Sam.
“Well that’s unfortunate, too bad Sam’s missing out the fun,” you joked
The stiff tension in Bucky's shoulder relaxed a bit. Okay, good so far...
“Yeah, you’re right, doll”
Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Bucky looked down at the ground. Being around you was already making him shy away from but talking to you for the first time with a full conversation made his heartbeats rapidly
“Uh I got you something”
“Oh?”
Handing you a bag in your direction. Bucky waited until you looked inside. Anxiety eating him up to see how you react to his gift.
The bag in your hand felt heavy. You trusted Bucky, even more so than Sam (not like you’re ever gonna tell him that). You slowly opened the bag to see it filled with a variety of gifts. Your eyes widened.
Inside, there was a copy of your favorite mug you had broken during a food fight with Natasha. Next, were boxes of your favorite foods and chocolates. Then, a small amount of jewelry and a sweater with your favorite band. Others were some of your favorite novels. Last, was a letter? Wait, a letter from Bucky? That’s new.
You put down the gift bag and carefully opened the letter you assumed was written by Bucky.
Dear Y/n,
Uh, I don’t know where to start but nothing I do could match for all the acts of kindness you had shown me throughout the years.
I, uh, I’m sorry for all the shit you had to put up from me. I acted like an ass and I took everything for granted of your consideration for me. I never realized I hadn’t told you how I felt about you until you started to distance yourself around me. It’s not your fault, I understand.
Being known as a weapon from Hydra and a murder for killing the innocence of people, I understand if you’ve distanced yourself because of that. I never meant to scare you away. It’s quite far from that.
I always wanted to express how I felt around you. The way you gave me a warm feeling inside of me, made me feel loved and cared for. But I was never one for physical contact and I never know how to act around you nor tell you words about it. No words could ever describe what you mean to me, how much beauty you hold can have everyone look at you. If I’m being honest, you got me whipped and so is everyone else around your finger.
It was clear to me that I wasn’t always the best with people nor did I care enough to see how my actions or words could affect a person. I never realized I didn’t observe a person’s well-being enough to understand that this would create a drift between you and me. I’m sorry I never communicated with you—regardless even it’s just a quick yes or no question.
Sincerely,
James Buchanan Barnes.
It was eerily quiet. The tension between both couples was awkward. Bucky didn’t know whether to stay or leave and dig his grave six feet down in secondhand embarrassment. He quickly looked down at the ground, ashamed. He had a feeling he should’ve never written that letter to you, it was stupid and a dumb idea. Thoughts raced through his head; his fear of rejection of you leaving him. He lost so many people in his life, Bucky would’ve been devastated if you left because of him. It would be beyond the repair of what’s left of him that Bucky gave to you each day, pieces by pieces. Shallow breathes became heavier but Bucky gulped painfully, ignoring the burning feeling in his throat for a release of hot air.
What if this is the end? What if you hated him now? What if you left him because you found out who he truly was? What if you left because he never approached you as other people did? What if-
A gentle motion of a hand grazed his right bicep soothingly. He gulped even harder. This is it, Bucky tells himself. Yet no harsh words came at him nor did the mercilessness of a slap come towards him. But, two fingers grabbing a hold of his chin, forcing him to look up at the eyes that took his breath away.
“Bucky?” y/n whispered
closing his eyes, he waited for the rejection but it never came. He waited and waited. Feeling the warmth of two soft hands cradling his face, he leaned into their touch.
“This is really touching, thank you.” Y/n thanked, peppering kisses around his face. Their hands caressing his face, feeling the little stubbles underneath their fingers. Bucky’s whole body wanted to melt right then and there, already thinking how he needed their touch from now on.
Nuzzling into his neck, you murmured a sweet confession. Bucky already thought his heart had melted but no, it very much exploded—already so overwhelmed with this new profound feeling of love.
As much as Bucky savored the sweet moment with y/n, Sam had to interrupt it
“Are you lovebirds done yet?”
“I can’t stand watching an old man be all sappy,”
“Oooo Bucky's gonna get it,”
“We all know he’s gonna get laid y/n.”
Cue Sam fake gagging noises in Bucky’s com
Y/n giggled while Bucky clenched his jaw. His eyebrows furrowed and his crystal blue eyes darkened, he was ready to beat Sam’s ass for ruining the moment. You watched as Sam screamed for his life in and out of the park while a certain super soldier shouted profanities at him. It went on for a while. And during those moments, you recorded it all and saved a backup just in case to tease Sam about it. (You’ll never forget how Sam screamed like a little girl)
From the beginning you both started dating, he was never one for showing affections, always opting to hold your hand; the bare minimum of showing any love to you physically. Bucky would show you his undying love for you through small acts of kindness and services. Throughout his life, the super-soldier was taught to be a gentleman. Always paying attention to his loved ones before he puts himself and his needs first. He’s always the believer who thought, ‘actions speak louder than words,’ kind of guy.
He would always show ways of his way of saying, “I love you,” by refilling your cup in the mornings. Always made sure you were fed and hydrated throughout the day. He would ask if you need anything for personal needs, replacing your nightly skin routine when he thinks it’s almost finished. 
Whenever you have errands to run or missions to accomplish, Bucky always insisted to come with you whether you like it or not. He’s always so protective towards you and his biggest fear is ever losing you. He could never imagine hurting you or having you get hurt by something or someone without him being there to rescue you in time. A lot of insecurities were passing through his head, having that one voice in the dark corners of his mind, always wondering why? Why did you choose him? Bucky only saw his reflection nothing more but a weapon. A freak. When you found out about his insecurities, you made sure he was your first priority, always giving him extra love and attention. 
So, when weeks have passed by after that incident. Bucky found out you were a very affectionate person, more so before the two of you had gotten into a relationship. You loved feeling the arms of your lover; always feeling safe. You quickly learned that Bucky is now your personal coddler for warmth the first time he hugged you as you loved the sentiment and the thoughts of being held in a warm embrace. 
From then on, as Bucky kept pampering you, ignoring your protests and complaints, he made sure every need of yours was taken care of. Whenever Bucky feels like you are having a bad down overall, he would quietly take you to your guy’s shared bedroom and cuddle in silence, occasionally lazily tracing patterns and shapes to your back. Bucky was never the one to voice out his love, always thinking intimacy is better than a couple of futile words that cannot be compared to much love he has for you. If he wanted to, Bucky would shout out compliments and his love for you to the world yet it would never be enough. It would never be enough in his mind. You were his. And he would always make sure that his love is heard, whether he silently does so. The whole moment felt like a blur. Everything went by eerily quickly. Two years felt like two days being in a relationship together. Yet, Bucky is still the man who believes in, “Actions speak louder than words.” Nevertheless, he would never resist your charms and soft touches here and there. Those loving moments between the two of you as you cuddle in bed after a night full of passion, lazily tracing shapes and patterns on your guys' skin. Even if you had to do it in private, you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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Steve Masterlist - Full Masterlist
Summary: You ran away from the Avengers years ago, not knowing how to deal with feelings for a certain someone. But when you find out about a threat to humanity, you have to deliver it to the tower. You planned on dying there but your old friends refused to let you go.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word count: 2848
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Broken and bruised, you sit down on a couch in the common room. You know Stark’s systems are mere seconds from rebooting and detecting you as an intruder but you couldn’t care less. Right now, you need a place to bleed out in peace, and what better place than your former employer’s couch. And there it goes. You know Friday is too advanced to just turn on lights and sirens but you hear a scuffling and the opening and closing of doors as well as guns getting readied. And still, you couldn’t care less. Because, if it really comes down to it, there are two scenarios that could happen. Best case: They realize it’s you, listen to what you have to say, and patch you up. Worst case: They shoot you on accident or on purpose and put you out of your misery. Either is fine with you. Though with the pain you are experiencing, you’d rather die than have to go through recovery. ‘Y/n?‘ You pull your head up with the last bits of strength you still possess and look at a few familiar faces. Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, and Natasha Romanoff. ‘Hi,‘ you say weakly, ‘I’m sorry to intrude but I just wanted to bleed out peacefully.‘ Tony rushes towards you and sits down beside you. ‘Why’d have to you pick the couch?‘ His words were supposed to come out as joking and sarcastic but there’s hurt in them. And it could be delusion from losing a lot of blood, but you would’ve sworn you saw a tear fall onto his cheek. ‘The floor was uncomfortable,‘ you explain to him with a grin that looks crooked. You had intended to sound cocky, like the grin you always wore when you had sass wars with Stark. Instead, your words came out desperate. ‘I have a black rug right there,‘ his voice sounds shaky. Steve and Natasha walk over and the lights turn on. They kneel down next to you. ‘What happened to you, y/n,‘ Steve asks you, worried as always. He had always been a great guy. You’re not quite sure why you decided you didn’t like him anymore. ‘I- shit,‘ you cuss at the pain as you try to move yourself to sit up a bit more. Both Steve and Tony jump towards you to support you, but you brush their hands away. The only reason they’re not rushing you to a doctor right now is because they know how stubborn you can be. You take a deep breath. ‘I found something,’ you tell them and point at the bag you dropped a few steps into the common room, ‘it’s in my bag. They came after me.’ Your breathing becomes heavier and suddenly you realize you might actually die today. ‘What’s going on?‘ Bruce comes strolling into the room looking tired more than anything until he notices you on the couch. That man doesn’t ever run, but he damn near sprints towards you. ‘Oh shit. We need to get her medical help.‘ ‘No, you need to get my bag,‘ you tell them sternly, ‘it’s more important than my life.‘ Natasha is the only one who does as you say, although she does it with tears in her eyes. ‘Everything is on the USB,‘ you tell her. She nods and runs off to the lab. It is only then that you take a relaxed breath. ‘Ok, now you can help me.‘ None of the men waste any time getting you to the med bay. While they get things ready, you tell them a self-evaluation as well as your blood type to get them ready faster. It is only then that they realize where most of the bleeding is coming from. ‘Jesus Christ woman,‘ Tony looks at you in awe, ‘you lost half an arm and you still managed to come here?‘ ‘Just patch me up,‘ you snap at him. He nods. ‘On it.‘ He takes off the rag that you clumsily wrapped around it in an attempt to lessen the bleeding. ‘God, that’s nasty,‘ Tony gags but continues on while Steve works on some smaller cuts and Bruce gets some blood ready. ‘Hey Tony,‘ you try to speak but your voice sounds shaky and weak. You feel your consciousness fade away more and more with every breath you take. ‘Yes, dear?‘ ‘If I make it, will you get me a cool metal arm like Bucky’s?‘ ‘Of course. You want the metal metal or the black metal?‘ ‘Metal metal,‘ you smile, ‘that one was way cooler.‘ And suddenly you’re slipping. It’s like one of those dreams where you feel like you’re falling, only you’re not landing. You keep falling and falling and falling and falling and...
. ‘How is she doing?‘ Tony walks into the med bay with three cups of coffee. One for him, one for Bruce who came to do a checkup, and one for Steve who has been here for the last few days without moving. ‘Stable,‘ Bruce says shortly, ‘but Steve told me her heartbeat increased a few times during the night as well as her brain activity.‘ ‘That’s good, right?‘ ‘Better than we could’ve expected.‘ Tony smiles meekly. ‘I guess I better get working on that arm for her.‘ The door slams open and Natasha rushes in. She looks just as exhausted as Steve and both Bruce and Tony doubt she has had any sleep the past days. ‘It’s a weaponized gas,‘ she tells the three, ‘she found out that Hydra is working on a damn weaponized gas. A biological weapon.‘ She takes over one of the screens in the med bay that wasn’t used and projects her findings. ‘I think we all know how zombies work,‘ she starts her explanation, ‘well, Hydra is planning on making the whole world zombies. Not to bend them to their will, but to make them compliant so they can analyze everyone and make the useless kill themselves. The gas dies down after only a week and will be untraceable after.‘ ‘Let’s get to work.‘ . Bruised, tired, and broken Steve sits down at the side of your bed again. The man hasn’t even taken the time to take off his suit or take a shower. Right when the jet landed, he rushed back to you with Bucky following shortly behind to check on him. He smiles at the sight of you while Bucky leans against the doorpost. He’s worried for his friend, as anyone would be. He had known you for a little bit before you left. No one really knows why you left or how you left without a trace. All they knew is what you left on a note and the note really didn’t say much. Just that it was all too much for you. And yet here you are. You just helped save the world from great misery and you don’t even know it. How did all this happen? Steve lets his head hang. ‘Y/n, I don’t know if you can hear me but I need you to know that we did it,’ he tells your unconscious body, ‘we stopped them and no one died except for some Hydra scum. And Stark promised to start working on your arm tomorrow, so you better wake up so his work doesn’t go to waste.’ He looks up at Bucky for a second who seems to have teary eyes as well. Slowly, more Avengers come walking in. Bruce takes a seat at a desk, Tony sits down on top of the desk, Natasha sits down next to Steve, even Sam decided to come to support you even though he doesn’t really know you so he just leans against the doorframe with Bucky, Peter doesn’t know you either but stands behind Bucky and Sam to silently support everyone in the room. ‘I think I speak for all of us when I say we missed you,‘ Steve continues, ‘work has been different without you around. And though we all wanted you back, I don’t think any of us would’ve wanted to see you like this. We miss you.‘ ‘Speak for yourself,‘ Tony comments through tears, ‘she bled on my couch.‘ . Your USB had more information on it than just the gas. Peter and Bruce have been trying to decipher it for a week or two when Peter takes another look at you through the glass walls of the lab. ‘Doctor Bruce, I know it’s a bit strange to ask this late, but who is she?‘ Bruce peeks up from his work and walks over to the kid. He looks through the glass and sees her steady heartbeat and active brain. Your brain had been active for some time now and yet you still weren’t waking up. ‘Y/n Y/l/n,‘ he smiles, ‘think Natasha, but more motherly. In fact, there was this running joke that she would be a great mother but she’d always say she already has too many kids to take care of here. She was a great agent, but one day she just up and left. None of us knew where she went or how she disappeared without a trace but she did. We hadn’t seen her in years when she turned up.‘ Peter nods at his explanation but continues to stare. Lost in thoughts, he starts twiddling with his fingers while Bruce turns back to work. Peter sees Steve come into the med bay like he had done many times this week. Most times he’d stay for an hour or so to talk to her about anything and everything. Some others tried to talk to her too but most got too emotional. Not Steve. If they’d let him, he’d sit there the whole damn day. He’d sleep by her side if the bed was big enough. He was there whenever there was a change in her activities. ‘Why is Steve so fond of her?‘ ‘They were friends. She’s known him from the start and she’s always trusted him,‘ Bruce tells the kid, ‘she trusted him when he found out Hydra was infiltrating Shield, she trusted him when he told her Bucky had saved him, and she trusted him when he said they could trust Bucky. She’s been there for him every step of the way. I think there was something more there but I’m not sure.‘ Peter nods and gets back to work. Steve deserves some privacy with her. So he and Bruce continue to decode Hydra files. . ‘Steve Rogers, the alarm has been set off. There is activity in the kitchen. The activity seems harmless.‘ Steve groans at the sound of Friday’s voice. ‘Why are you waking me?‘ ‘Tony has already been alerted. He asked to wake the others as this might have to do with the USB agent Y/n brought in.‘ That’s all it takes to get Steve on his feet. He quickly puts on the first clothes he finds which are joggers and a T-shirt. He sneaks into the hallway, meeting with Natasha who is already wielding a gun. The two stalk slowly towards the kitchen where it seems someone has put on the lights. They go into high alert. Either this is a very cocky Hydra agent or someone who doesn’t have clearance to be here at night. As they go around the corner they find- ‘Oh, hi,‘ you say casually. They look at you with their jaws on the ground. To be fair, it must be a funny scene. You’re not used to eating with one hand and your bowl keeps slipping away from you every time you dig your spoon a little too deep into the ice cream you found. So you’re sitting hunched over, holding back the bowl with your stump and your elbow on your other arm while instantaneously trying to eat the ice cream. It’s a mess. Or it could be the fact that you’re awake. Who knows? You surely don’t. You honestly feel like you’ve just had a very good night’s rest. ‘What are- Why- How-‘ Steve stutters his words, not really sure how to react to you. ‘It’s ice cream,‘ you tell him, ‘I was hungry, and I’m not quite sure how I’m managing this but it’s going.‘ He looks at you like you’ve just told him you’re a flat earther. He doesn’t understand a thing coming out of your mouth while you’re just answering his questions. Natasha finally lowers her gun. ‘What he means to say is: why the hell are you out of bed and how are you acting so casual when you’ve been in a coma for weeks?’ ‘Weeks? I thought I just slept through the day. I had a really nice dream,‘ you smile, ‘Steve and I were sitting on the rooftop and we were just talking about everything that has been going on these past years. Though I’m sure I imagined most of it.‘ A small smile appears on Steve’s face. You heard him in your sleep. He pulls you into a tight hug and doesn’t let go until Bruce and Tony come running into the kitchen. ‘Y/n is go- oh,‘ Tony looks surprised to see you sitting at the table with a bowl of ice cream. Just as confuses as Steve had looked, if not more. ‘We though you- oh well, that’s fine I guess.‘ ‘Say, Tony, am I still getting that arm because this is terrible,‘ you joke as you attempt to eat the ice cream again. ‘I-‘ he stops himself for a second to reevaluate what he was going to say, ‘no, why the hell are you ok? You’ve been in a coma for weeks.‘ ‘I know. Steve told me,‘ you sigh, ‘honestly, thank you for telling me that. I thought I had lost my strength overnight. I had such a hard time walking.‘ ‘You should rest,‘ Natasha states. ‘Why? You just told me I’ve been in a coma for weeks. I’ve had enough rest,‘ you stubbornly try to cross your arms only to realize you only have 1.5 arms. They watch the smile on your face falter for a second before a yawn leaves your lips. ‘Ok, sure, that’s on me. Where do I sleep? Because I’m not taking the couch if that thing still has dried blood on it.‘ ‘It’s your blood,‘ Tony snaps at you. ‘I know, that doesn’t make it less disgusting.‘ Tony rubs his forehead. Ah, that’s where all his headaches went. You took them with you when you left. ‘You can stay with me,’ Steve offers. You smile. ‘I’d like that.’ . ‘There you go. Try to move your fingers.‘ You marvel at the shiny vibranium arm that is now attached to the remainder of your arm. You don’t try to move quite yet, scared that it might not work and you’ll be excited about nothing. It’s already a strange feeling though. You can see your metal limb, but your body is not understanding that it’s a part of your body. You look at Steve, who is sat next to you, for a second, hoping to get some encouragement from him. He grabs your normal hand and squeezes it gently as he smiles at you. ‘You can do it,’ he tells you but it sounds like a promise. Carefully, you focus on moving a finger. Tony watches hopefully when your index finger starts to move a little bit. You try to move your thumb and watch it move. It still doesn’t register in your head that that is your limb, but it is doing it. Then you try to turn your hand and it works too. And then comes the big thing. Actually lifting your arm. You focus on trying to lift it as hard as you can. It comes off the table just a little bit and suddenly it clicks. ‘Holy shit,‘ you cuss excitedly, ‘Steve, are you seeing this?‘ Steve has tears in his eyes as he watches the excitement double in your face. ‘I am.‘ ‘This is insane. Wow,‘ you awe, moving around more and more, ‘Tony, this is amazing. You are the best.‘ ‘Don’t praise me yet. Try picking something up.‘ Steve puts his cup of coffee down in front of you and you move the metal arm to pick it up. The whole thing looks a bit clumsy, like a baby giraffe walking for the first time, but you’re doing it. You’re actually picking up the cup. ‘Stark, you did it,‘ Steve praises with a huge grin on his face. ‘This is so fucking cool,‘ you look amazed at your arm. ‘Language.‘ ‘Yes cap,‘ you turn to Tony, ‘so what’s next?’ ‘I don’t know, you tell me,’ he says. You look at Steve and frown for a second. He nods. ‘I think I’ve left some loose ends here,’ you tell Tony while continuing to look at Steve, ‘I’d like to get a chance to tie them up.’ ‘Sure, but if Morgan can’t be the flower girl, you’re out.’ Your lips pull into a loving smile, your eyes still glued to Steve. He looks hopeful and that’s all you need. ‘Deal.’
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Total Opposite (part 3)
PAUL LAHOTE X SWAN READER
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This few days, Bella tried to contact Jacob. But he never answer her call, never talk to her again. This lead Bella to finally confront him. She decided to bring (y/n) with her, she has the feeling that she need to bring her. She knock on her sister room and peeking her head. (Y/n) is sitting on her bed, reading one of the novel. "Hey, you busy?" (Y/n) look at Bella, shaking her head. "Not at all. What's wrong?"
Bella lean her body to the door frame, "i'm going to confront Jacob. Want to come?" (Y/n) nod and immediately head toward her closet to change clothes. "I'll wait downstair okay?"
As (y/n) change her clothes, her mind start to think about Paul. Will she meet him there? What should she do? But soon, she shake her head throw away the thought of Paul and quickly leave her room.
Charlie is at work, so it easier for the 2 girls to leave the house without worrying him too much. They drive to the Black household in silent, one being nervous, one pissed.
Bella quickly removing her seat belt and head toward the door, knocking it. (Y/n) hurriedly follow her sister and stand behind her. The door open and reveal Billy. "Bella? (Y/n)?"
"I want to see Jacob." Bella said. But Billy answer didn't satisfied her enough. "He's not here." Bella walk past Billy and head to Jacob room, seeing him sound asleep. (Y/n) just stand outside the house, not daring to walk inside like Bella did.
Then, the sound of someone or should we said bunch of men walking toward the house make both Bella and (y/n) look at 4 men who stand a little far from the house. Bella, being Bella, decided to confront them. (Y/n) that surprised to see her sister just walk out like that, fuming to them, decided to follow her. The 4 men is Sam, Paul, Embry, and Jared as she recall as she saw them on the beach few days ago.
"What did you do?!" Bella punch Sam angrily. "What did you do to him?!"
"What did he do?! What did we do huh? What did he tell you?!" Paul ask angrily at Bella.
"He didn't tell me anything because he scared of you." (Y/n) know, the moment Bella said that, it will the start of a fight. She knew her sister so well. She decided to stop Bella to make anymore comment.
"Bella.. come on.. stop." But Bella being Bella didn't listen, blind by her anger.
The boys laugh at her comment and result in Bella punching Paul right on his face. Suddenly Paul is shaking so bad as Sam tell them to stand back.
Bella stand back, grabing (y/n) arm, looking at shaking Paul, confused. (Y/n) look at Paul as there is something wrong with him. Why did he shaking like that?
Short moment after that, Paul change into a big massive wolf, almost hurting (y/n) if Bella didn't pull her sister fast enough. (Y/n) so shocked that she freeze, terrified at the creature in front of her. Bella try to grab her sister arm and run, as Jacob run to their way and shift into a wolf too, in the middle of air. The two wolf fight with each other, breaking Billy's old boat, and rolling to the forest.
"Hey. Take them back to Emily's place." Sam said to Jared and Embry as he himself go to the forest.
(Y/n) is so shocked at what happened, as the memories of that night in Phoenix keep haunting her. Bella immediately hug her sister tightly. "We will be fine, sis..." as Jared and embry help the 2 girls to the car and head to Emily's.
"I think we should go check if Jacob is alright." Bella said as they arrive at a wodden house.
"I hope Paul sink some teeth on him." Jared comment which Embry replied. "No way, Jake is a natural. You see as he shift in mid air like that." Jared shrug it. "Come on, Bella. We won't bite." Jared said and walk inside the house.
Bella look at (y/n), she is so pale. "(Y/n), come on... i'm here with you.. you will be fine." She tried to encourage (y/n).
"I think this is a bad idea, Bells...." (y/n) finally found her voice again. "One of them nearly killed me...." Bella hug her immediately, trying to calm her down.
"Hey.. it's okay.. we won't hurt you.. it's just an accident.. Paul will never forgive himself if he hurt you... come on.. let's get you something for calming you down..." Embry walk toward (y/n), try to assuring her. (Y/n) nod her head and get out of the car, walking slowly behing Bella.
They stop just on the door, watching Emily make food. As she turn toward the Swan sister, her face shocked them. Bella immediately swift her eyes, while (y/n) look at the floor. "Who are they?" She ask eyeing the sisters.
"Bella, who else. And her sister." Jared said, grabbing a muffin. "So, you are the vampire girl." Bella shrug. "So you are the wolf girl." Emily chuckle and nod. "Well, i'm enganged to one." She then grab a big plate full of muffin and place it on the table. "Save some for your brothers and ladies first. Muffin?"
"Sure." Bella walk toward the table and grab one. That time, Emily can see (y/n) clearly and she smile widely at her. "Hi. I'm so happy that i can finally meet you."
(Y/n) give her small smile. "Come in.. let's give you something to drink and calm you down. You look so pale." She grab (y/n) hand gently, but (y/n) yank her hand gently. Bella who see this help her sister. "Sorry, Emily.. she just witnessed something terrifying... come on, (y/n)."
Emily just smile softly as (y/n) stand close beside Bella, head down, playing with her fingers. "So, what happened?"
"Just leave it to Jacob to find a way around Sam's gag order." Emily said.
"He didn't say anything to me."
"That' a wolf thing. Alpha's order get obeyed whether we like it or not." Embry chimmed in, shuffling muffin into his mouth. "Oh and hey, we can hear each other thought."
"Would you shut up? This is a trade secret." Jared said. "These cheeks run with vampires." The word of vampire make (y/n) tense up. Bella is having a relationship with a vampire? Despite that she knows about her fear about them? Bella face turn pale. Shortly she regain her composure. "You can't run with vampire.. cause they're fast." (Y/n) can't believe her sister will be so calm talking about vampire.
Jared face shows disbelief. "Yeah? But we are faster. Freak out yet?" Bella shrug. "You are not the first monster i've seen."
"Jake's right. You are good with freaks." Sam voice coming from the door as he walk toward Emily and kiss her all over her face.
(Y/n) nudge her sister arm. "I want to go home..." she whispered. But before Bella can answer it, there show Jacob and Paul in the yard shoving each other in a playfull manner. Paul walk inside and take a seat beside Embry, while Jacob lean against the door.
Seeing Paul make (y/n) moves her body close to her sister. "Sorry." Paul said turn to look at Bella with his smirk but when caught a glimpse of his imprint, standing close to Bella make him wonder. What is her relationship with Bella? The look of fear on her face make Paul feel regret that he scaring his imprint with what happened earlier. "Hey... sorry.. i didn't mean to scared you like that.." Paul voice is so soft, shocking Bella and Emily. But (y/n) didn't give him a glance as she flinch when Paul tried to grab her hand.
"Uh, Jake.. maybe you should take (y/n) back home... there're something that i have to tell them.." bella said to Jacob as he nod, before she turn to look at her sister. "It's okay.. you know Jacob.. he won't hurt you. Go home and take a rest okay?" (Y/n) nod and leave hurriedly from a den of wolves with Jacob behind her.
As they leave, everyone turn to Bella, looling for an explanation. Bella sigh before begin to explain what happened to her sister. "She's my younger sister. She just came back here a week ago."
"She's your sister?!" Paul exclaim, shocked.
"Good luck, Paul..." Jared said, half laughing.
"What?"
"Paul imprinted on your sister." Sam said make Bella more confused. "What is an imprint? Is it a dangerous thing? She just have had enough dangerous on her life. Don't make it worse."
"No, it's not dangerous thing at all. It's a wolf version for soulmate. We look at her eyes and our focus is her only. We become everything that she needs, whether it's a protector, a lover, a friend, everything. Emily is my imprintee." Sam explain shortly about imprinting.
"What?! So you imprint on my younger sister?! Out of so many girls, you decided to imprint on her?! She finally start to have a normal life, before you imprint on her." Bella get mad at Paul.
"I can't decided who i can imprinted or not!"
"We can't do anything about it, Bella..." Sam said, trying to calm the tension.
"What exactly happened to (y/n)? She looks so terrified..." Embry ask.
Bella sigh in defeat. "Back when we used to live in Phoenix, when (y/n) was just 12, her best friend got killed by a vampire in front of her. (Y/n) herself almost got killed, before Carlisle help her. It make her traumatized around vampire.. she can't sleep well for months, and keep having a nightmare, even until now. She always got scared when seeing a red eyes... that event just change her attitude around people. She hate when many people look at her, she scared darkness, and small alley. It always make her remembered what happened that night."
Hearing the story make the boys and Emily gasp. "But you run with one!" Jared said. "I haven't tell her! Okay? I don't know how to tell her. I want to tell her that Carlisle was the one who help her that day.. I wish i never tell her about Edward and the Cullen. So she can finally live a normal life. But then he imprint on her, and she knows about werewolves." She said looking at Paul.
"Will she be okay? I mean her life just got into some dangerous one, as she is Paul's imprintee and you sister as you have relationship with vampires." Emily ask worriedly.
"I don't know.. i just have to think how to tell her slowly about this..and the vampire things.." Bella look down.
"How about let Billy or Harry tell her? Maybe having one of the elder to explain it to her will help. We can't send Paul to explain, she scared of him. We will just slowly let (y/n) know us first." Sam suggest.
"Let's have Harry tell (y/n).. she really close with the Clearwaters..." Bella said as Sam nod. "But give her time to calm down.. this was a terrifying moment for her..."
"Okay.. just tell Jacob when she's ready, okay? So i can inform Harry."
The entire time, Paul just stay silent. He felt guilty that because of him losing his temper, his imprint get scared of him and the pack. He devoted in his heart that he will work on his temper for (y/n). So he don't put her in danger when she around him.
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skellagirl · 4 years
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so unfortunately, we decided to shut down the Danny Phantom reboot project I was in charge of. For a myriad of reasons, the biggest being lack of people and too big a scale. :( It’s bittersweet and I won’t go into it here
What I WILL go into are some of the concepts I made for the trio, Jazz, and Vlad (also Dan)! Please ignore that I’m not that good at the DP style lmao
For Danny we didn’t wanna change anything too drastically on him, so we were mostly just playing around with giving him slightly more variety in his outfits. Same for Jazz
For Sam we wanted to make her more of a punk rather than a goth, and give her more practical clothing than a skirt and crop top lol
For Tucker we basically just wanted to keep him like... more updated/less of a ‘geek’ caricature? but still keeping that nerdy undercurrent (some of the other concepts for him pulled this off beautifully, whereas mine were a bit weak imo)
Vlad was given a lot more complexity in his character, backstory, and involvement with the Fentons, and something we thought might be interesting would be to give him a cane; he would actually need it to walk, as he would have sustained an injury during the Proto Portal accident in college, but it also added to the silhouette and the Rich Country Gentleman look lol (we also talked about a running gag where he’d just throw his cane off-screen for every fight and then he’d mysteriously have a new one next appearance, I’m very sad I’ll never see that gag actually done)
Also added a little doodle I did VERY early of a concept for Dan, where he’s like a nasty amalgamation of different timeline Dannys and such, and in my fantasies he would move akin to Aggie from Paranorman, where it’d be like his physical being is trying to separate into its disparate parts but can’t quite make it there
It was a SUPER early idea we were throwing around lol and kinda.... got changed as things developed but yea, I still like him. He was dubbed Eldritch Dan
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let-me-luve-you · 3 years
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Hidden Relationship
Tom x Twin!Sister
Summary: Tom isn’t happy that his twin sister kept a huge secret from him, but everyone else knew. 
Warnings: angst, asshole Tom but he gets better, ends in fluff though. 
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Family dinners were a necessary thing when everyone was in town. Every night. Whether that be Nikki or Sam cooking or going out to a restaurant. Family dinners started when your twin started his acting career. He was usually only home for two months of the year and it wasn’t consecutive.
Tom arrived this morning and at your parents house was the first time you had seen him in a couple of months. You spent the day out with your boyfriend of one month. You needed to tell Tom about it, but you just couldn’t get up the nerve. He’s going to be mad and he is going to give you the silent treatment for life.
Sam and Nikki set the table. You sat next to Tom and started joking around with him. As Dom sat at the head of the table, he laughed at the older twins antics.
“Did Harrison not want to come, Y/N?” Nikki asked you. Everyone knew but Tom and Harry since they’ve been in America. You didn’t think anything of it as you shook your head.
“He was meeting Charlotte for dinner and a movie.” You said.
“Why would Harrison come?” Tom asked Nikki. He turned towards you, “And how do you know what he’s doing? I don’t even know what he’s doing.” You stared at your brother in shock at his angry tone.
“We’re friends?” You said in more of a question.
Nikki looked at you with soft eyes. You could see her apologizing to you without saying the words. “Y/N, maybe it’s time…”
“Time? Time for what?” Tom asked looking back from your mum to you. You sighed.
“Harrison and I…” You said before looking down at your plate. “We are dating. Have been for a month.”
Tom dropped his fork loudly. He stood up from his chair abruptly and started pacing behind you. “YOU WHAT?” He practically yelled. “You’re dating Harrison. A guy you despised growing up. Would never hangout with us?”
“Yeah. Whenever he moved in with you, we grew closer.” You said turning to look at him. He refused to meet your eyes. “I started staying at your place when you were gone. Seeing how I liked living from mum and dad.” You stood up and stopped in front of him. “Harrison wanted to tell you, but I was afraid of how you would react.”
“My best mate and my twin sister are together?” He asked more to himself. “Out of all the guys you could have dated, why him? Harrison is my best mate. If something happens between the two of you, it will make it awkward? Did you even consider how I would feel about this? How I’ll be dragged into the middle or even worse, I’ll have to choose.”
“You won’t have to.” You told him with a begging look in your eyes. “Don’t let this come between us.” You started to cry. Tom refusing to look at you broke your heart. Of course you’ve had fights, but they weren’t ever this bad.
“You let it come between us when you didn’t tell me.” Tom said before he walked past you. You followed him to the front door and were going to follow him out, but before you could, he slammed it in your face. The sob you had been holding in finally released as you fell to the ground. Harry walked up towards you and helped you stand up before he pulled you close.
“It’s okay, Y/N/N. Just let him walk it off. He just needs to let the news set in. Once it does, he will be so glad that a great man is taking care of you. He’ll know that Harrison will never do anything to hurt you.” Harry said. You shook your head before walking upstairs to your room.
After sitting in your room for an hour or so, you finally calmed down enough to leave your room. When you walked downstairs, you heard your family talking about you. You slowed and sat on the bottom step.
“Tom’s at home. He said he texted Haz to not come home tonight. When I went over there, he was still extremely angry. I’ve never seen him like that.” Harry said. You started tearing up knowing that you were the cause of your brother’s emotional outbreak.
“He’ll get over it soon enough. I’ve never seen Y/N happier.” Dom said. “She probably should have told him sooner, but I definitely get why she didn’t.”
“She told me she didn’t want to affect the relationship between Harrison and Tom.” Nikki added. “She’s thought a lot about this. It nearly broke my heart when she said if Harrison and her ever got really serious and then broke up, that she would tell Tom to side with Harrison.”
“Why would she say that?” Sam asked.
“Because she knows how much Harrison means to Tom. He’s been there through it all. Friends like that don’t come everyday.” Paddy said. You heard your mum hum in agreement.
You continue to sit there for another twenty minutes listening to your family talk about you and Tom before they moved onto Harry’s recent trip with Tom. You were just about to get up when you heard the front door open. You looked up to see Tom walk in and make eye contact with you.
“I’m leaving. Don’t worry. Go finish your dinner.” You said standing up before heading back upstairs. You heard Tom sigh before you heard his footsteps following you. You walked into your room and he slid in and shut the door behind him.
“I’m sorry for the way I reacted. I should have sat down and talked with you civilly.” He said sitting next to you on your bed. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m still angry, but I want to talk to you about it.”
“Okay.” You said softly. If he wasn’t sitting so close, he wasn’t sure he would have heard it.
“Tell me about it. Make me understand.” He said.
“We started hanging out more. Watching movies before bed, going to get dinner when I got off work, or we would just sit and talk. I started to get feelings for him. I wanted to call you so many times, but I didn’t want to bother you. It was nice to hangout with someone that knew about your life. It’s so hard to find someone that is interested in me for me. People I meet now, I always think, ‘are they only talking to me because of who my brothers are?’ ‘Is he only interested because he wants to know the guy that plays Spider-Man?’”
Tom sighed. Your life got harder when he got his start. He knew that. His brothers had their own fans because of him. You had some people that loved you, but for the most part, he knew about you being used to get to him. He hated the pain it brought you.
“We had gone out to see Onward. I wanted to see it again, but didn’t want to go alone. So Haz took me to the cinema that brings food to you. We ate, we laughed, and we cried. It was a good night. He was such a gentleman. He held my hand as we walked to the car. He held it all the way home.” You blushed. Tom gave a small laugh at your reaction. “He walked me to your room.”
“Ah please don’t tell me you had sex in my bed.” He said in a whiny tone. You laughed.
“No. No we didn’t. I would never do that.” You said laughing. “No, he walked me to your room. We stood there awkwardly in the hallway. He finally kissed me.” You blushed and Tom made a gagging sound. “He then said goodnight and went to his room. The next day, he was gone before I even got up. He had a shoot. When I got home from work he had cooked dinner and set up a candle light dinner. That night he asked me to be his girlfriend.”
“I understand not telling me at first, but why didn’t you ever tell me? I had to find out by accident.” Tom asked. You could tell he was hurt by your actions. “Who all knew? Did you only keep it from me? Your own twin?”
“Everyone but you and Harry knew.” You said looking away from him.
“And Haz wanted to tell me?”
“Yeah. About a week after we started dating, we were cuddling up and watching a movie and you called. Do you remember that?” You asked him.
“Yeah.” He nodded his head.
“Harry had asked why we were hanging out. He joked saying we finally got together.” You turned to see him looking at you. “You had the most disgusted look on your face. Said we would never date. That it would be too awkward and that we would never last.”
Tom looked down and remembered the words. “Haz wanted to tell you that night. He’s been begging me to tell you. I just couldn’t. I knew you would be mad so I was afraid.”
“I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” Tom said, grabbing your hand. “It will take some getting used to, but I’m glad you’re happy. I’ll talk with Haz later. I’m just glad you found someone who will take care of you. I know it’s been rough with being able to trust people. I’m happy you found someone that isn’t using you to get to me or our brothers.”
Tom pulled you close to him and he kissed your temple. You leaned into his embrace.
“I promise to never keep something like this from you again.” You said.
“I appreciate that. Love you Y/N/N.” He squeezed you tighter.
“Love you too T.” You squeezed him even tighter.
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