#baby brother/nephew mark deciding to be a little shit
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Two Phantoms
Pairing: Simon Riley x Female Reader
Summary: Simon sees a familiar face that doesn’t recognize him back. Kid!fic warning for those who do not enjoy them.
Warning: nothing explicit but vague descriptions of violence, sex, and PTSD.
Word count: 1.2k
Authors note: This is purely a word vomit i did last night at 2am while thinking about Simon not being recognized by certain members of the 141 since they dont know what he actually looks like (ignoring the MW2 canon where he shows his face to them all) but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!
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There’s a struggle in the shift. Going from being Lieutenant of the 141 to being a civilian. From hunting down arms dealers through rain forests and balmy deserts while ignoring the pain in his body and ringing in his ears at the gunfire around him to stepping off of a plane at the Manchester airport and hailing a taxi. To go from a masked monster to a man who hails a taxi in the pouring rain and ignores the driver’s attempt at conversation, shoulders curling in so he can fit his bulk into the backseat with his bag on his lap.
Going from Ghost to what remains of Simon Riley.
There’s no reason to wear a mask in public anymore. Nobody knows him. The spot he’s picked an apartment in is empty of those who remember little Simon and his brother Tommy, nor the tragedy that befell the family. They only know the man who doesn’t speak and only stays in his own apartment every few months but offers his neighbors a terse nod each time he catches their gaze in the hall.
If anything a mask would draw more attention to him in public. Nobody bats an eye at the tall man with dark eyes in the fruit aisle of the supermarket.
Which is why when you see your Lieutenant in public you walk right by him without a second glance in his direction while he remains frozen in place. He isn’t sure why it's shocking to him. You get leave just the same as him. You have a home to return to, a life outside of the blood and shit of the missions where you take his orders with ease, where you leave your fatigues to wear a comfortable pair of jeans and a hoodie with a bleach stain on the back.
Simon hasn’t seen it before. He knows it exists. That you exist outside of the 141, outside of him. A place where you don’t follow his command in the heat of gunfire and slip into his cot the night after when neither of you can sleep to find solace in each others arms and the marks he leaves on you.
But now he’s witnessed it with his own two eyes. In the form of two boxes of pancake mix in your shopping trolley and the sleeping baby in your arms as you try to decide between orange juice brands.
“Quality is going to shit everywhere, isn’t it bubs?”
Simon is staring. He knows it but can’t look away.
It’s a duality he knows everybody has. He’s aware that Johnny goes home to Glasgow to visit his brother and gaggle of nieces and nephews that no doubt shriek with joy and hang of his arms every time he visits, asking a myriad of questions that the man answers with patience and kindness one only reserves for children. He knows that Gaz goes home to a small apartment and a girl two semesters away from getting her masters in psychology that Simon doesn’t know the name of but can tell from the way he tries to hide his smile that she’s important to him. Price goes back to an office where he goes over reports and budget plans in a chair that makes his back ache and knees pop every time he stands from it before driving to a house that was once filled with the raucous that can only be made by 15 year old boys that have since graduated college and only call him when its Christmas or his birthday.
It’s different to see. To set his eyes on the little curls on your child's head (is it your child? Maybe you're babysitting, a godchild perhaps? Nephew? He knows you aren’t married. There’s an absence of a wedding band nor the tan line that would come from the removal of one in all the years he’s known you.) and to witness the same hand he’s seen sink KA-Bar into the chest of an enemy move up and down, up and down on the little ones back while their fingers curled and uncurled into the fabric of your hoodie like a cat kneading a pillow.
Logic knocks in the back of his head when he realizes time has passed since he first saw you. And that if you didn’t recognize him then you definitely won’t recognize him when you turn around and realize he’s been staring at you and your baby without moving for a solid seven minutes in the middle of the juice aisle.
Just as his foot shifts to turn and pull him away from this peek into your life that he didn't know existed, the little one in your arm stirs. A soft whine curls in the back of their throat as their chubby face scrunches up and eyes crack open to latch onto the man watching them back.
You still haven’t noticed him. You're far too busy swaying from side to side to keep the baby in your arms calm and checking a carton of eggs for cracks to see the man behind you that is now locked into what feels like a staring contest with an infant.
“It’s alright Sam.” Your voice, even when talking to a baby, has a dry clip to it that he knows so well. The same curl in ‘sir’ when he’s pissed you off and the rasp of your laugh at a dingey bar under Soap’s arm. “I’m almost done, okay? Then we can go back home and take a nice long nap.”
Sam babbles behind his pacifier and wiggles in your arms.
“Yeah, you and me both, little man.”
Brown eyes stare into his own from over your shoulder without shame or abandon.
He looks like you.
But even without your fatigues and your weapon, you’re still a soldier. They all are.
You feel it, his eyes on you like a soft tug in the back of your head. Your sister calls it paranoia, her husband says PTSD.
You aren’t sure which is better. But when you turn around you see a man standing behind you, an empty basket in his hand and sad eyes sinking into your form.
Sam whines.
You can feel the thread of recognition between your fingertips as you look at him if only for a moment, a split second of staring into his eyes and grasping for some memory from high school or perhaps a date years passed that never turned into a second because you were overseas, just barely able to feel the fraying strings in your hand before its gone.
“Sorry-”
Your sister says you get stuck in your own head too much anyways.
“-Didn’t mean to block the aisle.”
He should say something. Some small reassurance that it’s no problem or he didn’t mind waiting, but he just nods his head once and watches as the woman he’s been through hell with walks away from him without a flicker of realization of who you're talking to.
Sam watches him over your shoulder and raises one little hand out toward him, before wiggling it back and forth in goodbye.
Simon waves back as you turn into the cleaning aisle and vanish from his line of sight.
#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#fem reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x you#ghost x reader#ghost x female reader#something something when simon riley is a civilian he's a ghost of the man you know and when he sees you its the bare remnants of the woman-#he knows while also being such a different side to you it feels like a new person entirely#if this is incoherent i apologize lol
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mark gray.son vc: aquaman is so stupid. all he does is talk to fish and flip his hair.
#( tell me to stop posting ; ooc. )#baby brother/nephew mark deciding to be a little shit#and make fun of arthur for no goddamn reason#also how many times do u think he compares arthur to aqaurius to tease him ? hm ??#mark pointing at a picture of aquarus: is that your true form arthur ?? /explain/
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YOU WERE A BET --PART 3!
Hi guys, I know you've all been waiting for this so here it is. I really hope you like it!
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My stomach turned over as I waddled up the steps of the clubhouse. I was really nervous. The last time I was here my world was ripped apart and now I'm here for my gender reveal. Pushing open the door of the clubhouse I felt so strange. I hadn't seen any of them In months. Sure they all checked in by text or called but other than Felipe and EZ I haven't really had contact with any of them. Angel did as I asked and gave me space. Apart from scan photos and messages passed between Felipe and EZ and Doctors appointments I haven't had much contact with him. As much as i hate to say it it killed me. "OMG! Y/N look at you! You're glowing!" Letty gushed as she made her way over to me. "I feel like a whale!" I giggled as I took the young girl into my arms. " thank you for throwing this for me letty. You've done amazing with the decorations." And she had. Pink and blue balloons littered everywhere. There was 2 tables full of food laid out. A flower wall made of white roses and green vines lay off to the side with the words 'boy or girl?' In gold lettering on. And my faveorite thing of all? There was a donut wall!! Mini coco really pulled it out of the bag. "Honestly Letty I couldn't of planned it better myself". The young girl blushed and hugged me again just as the door to templo opened. "Y/N we've missed you" Bishop, Taza and Rizz wrapped you in a hug. Gilly, coco and Angel hung back behind creeper. They were clearly worried to approach you for fear of upsetting you. Hating the awkwardness I decided to make the first move. Giving Bishop a small smile I made my way over to them. "Coco, your daughter is a genius." Smiling softly coco gave you a hug. Gilly quickly following suit. "I'm sorry" they both whispered in your ears as they held you tight. Nodding at them as I pulled away to let them know it was ok, I could see the relief on their faces. Yes what they did was shitty. But they were my family and I couldn't hate them forever. Glancing up at angel who was watching the interaction I gave him a small smile. "Hey" my heart beat so fast in my chest as he smiled at me. I've missed him more than i could explain. I'd give anything to never find out the truth about how our relationship started. To go back to the beginning and be happy. The clubhouse door opening cut my thoughts off as Felipe and EZ came in.
Angel watched as the love of his life embraced his father. He loved the fact they were so close. Her own parents were never really around for her, always something more important than there daughter. They aren't even coming today to find out the sex of their grandchild. Angel couldn't help but smile as he took her in. She wore a white sundress that fell just above her knees. Tight enough to show the swell of her bump off proudly. She looked amazing. He didn't know what it was but seeing her carrying his child was just so damn attractive. If he had his way and they were back together he would of taken her home already and made her feel just as good as she looked. Angel shook the dirty thoughts from his head as he made his way to the table where she sat with Felipe and letty talking about her cravings. Not seeing her properly these last few months has been painful. So he was going to make the most of their time together.
A few hours into the party after everyone had eaten letty interrupted their convosations. "Hey shut up!" She shouted at Gilly and Creeper. Y/N couldn't help but smile at her. She was definitely Loco Cocos daughter. Beautiful but takes no shit. "Everyone make your way outside please." Looking at angel confused I waddled my way towards the door and back down the steps of the clubhouse. Making her way infront of everybody, Letty stood infront of Angels Bike. "Angel, get on your bike start it up and rev it" looking at her confused angel made his way towards the bike and sat down. Making my way to stand next to him I placed my hand on his shoulder, I don't know what it was but I just wanted to be close to him. To feel him next to me. "Are you ready?" He asked me. Grinning at him I nodded too excited to form words.
"3!" "2!" "1!"
Everyone screamed and cheered as Angel revved the engine and blue smoke started spilling from his exhaust. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the excitement of it all. But I grabbed angels face making him look at me "its a boy!" I whispered in happiness as I pulled him in for a kiss. Wrapping his arm around me he pulled me as close as he could with my big bump in the way. Everyone was still jumping around too happy with the reveal to notice the intimate moment between the two. All except for letty who yet again with her sneaky photography skills managed to capture the memory again. Y/N and Angel pressed close to each other as tears streamed down both their cheeks, a passionate kiss shared between two heartbroken lovers as blue smoke spilled around them.
Pulling away from Angel Y/N was shocked at her behaviour. Suddenly feeling embarrassed that she threw herself at him like that she looked away from Angel. "Sorry. Damn pregnancy hormones" she stuttered as she quickly made her way through the crowd of guests and back up into the clubhouse bathroom. Letty followed behind her not missing angels face drop, his sad eyes following Y/Ns waddling figure.
Letty found her sat on the closed toilet seat crying. "What's wrong?" Shaking her head Y/N broke down, unable to hold it in anymore. "I'm just so split in half. Half of me wants to go out there tell him I love him and take him back. I'm not sleeping because I miss his warmth. I miss him next to me, I've gotten so used to us doing everything together. Fucking hell we used to shower together! I feel bad because I'm keeping him from experiencing this pregnancy too. It's his child too and he's missed so much. He should be with me at 2am when I'm craving pickles covered in flaming hot cheeto dust! He should be with me to hold my hair back when I've got sickness. He should be with me rubbing coco butter into my bump to help the stretch marks. The other half of me can't help but think what if I take him back and it's all a game again? What if it's all a lie? I don't think I could cope if I had to do this again. It's not just me I have to think about anymore it's our child. Plus what would people think of me if we got back together? People would think I'm a push over and I'm asking for him to hurt me again. I just don't know what to do I'm so torn." Letty pulled Y/N in for a hug. "Look, it doesn't matter what people think Y/N. If you want your man back you go get him! As for angel doing this to you again, I don't think he would dare. He knows he's messed up. I've seen him around the clubhouse these last few months he's not even looked in the direction of any of the women. Jesus he's been sat at the bar reading baby books during club parties" that made Y/N giggle. Wiping her eyes she stood up and gave Letty a hug. She needed to make her decision but why did it have to be so hard?
{{Time Skip}}
I winced as I stood back up. Getting prepared for this baby on my own while being heavily pregnant was proving difficult. Me and Angel have still not spoken since the kiss at the gender reveal. We've fallen back into the old routine of sending messages through Felipe and EZ. Y/N didn't know how to approach their messed up situation. She couldn't exactly turn up at the clubhouse and be like 'I want to go back to how we were. Take me home' y/N didn't even know how angel felt about the whole thing. Too much time has passed, did Angel even want her back? She knew he wanted to be around for the baby and she had no doubts about him being an amazing father. But shes been undecided about their relationship for so long and has avoided him for months. Has Angel got sick of waiting around for her?
Moving around the spare room in her apartment Y/N packed away the baby clothes into the white chest of draws. She bent down to grab her maternity bag. She wanted to make sure she was fully prepared for this little boy to arrive. Suddenly a sharp twinge through her belly made her stop. She grabbed a hold of the cabinet that held the baby's nappies wipes and lotions and took a deep breath. She'd been having pains for most of the day, just thinking they were Braxton hicks she didn't worry too much. But when another pain ripped through her panic settled in her chest. This is it. She has no choice. She's got to phone angel. Slowly making her way down the hall and into the kitchen she grabbed her phone from the counter and dialled angels number. She nearly threw her phone in frustration when it went to voicemail twice. Giving up she called EZ. She nearly cried of relief when he picked up straight away. "Hey, everything ok?" His worried voice came over the phone. "Not really Ezekiel. I'm about to have a baby rip through my lady garden and your brother isn't answering his phone!" Y/N was starting to panic. These pains were getting more intense with every one that passed and she was terrified she wouldn't make it to the hospital. "Shit. He's in templo. His phones probably on silent. I don't know how long their gonna be Y/N" she couldn't believe it. She was going to explode. "GET IN THERE AND TELL YOUR BROTHER HIS CHILD IS ABOUT TO BE BORN! I COULD CARE LESS IF BISHOP CUTS YOU OPEN AND USES YOUR INTESTINES AS A SKIPPING ROPE FOR INTERUPTING!! IF YOUR BOTHER MISSES THIS I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND SHIT DOWN YOUR FUCKING NECK EZEKIEL REYES!" EZ didn't know how to respond other than to mutter a very submissive and stuttered "Y-Yeah I'll tell him now. Hang in tight" scoffing Y/Ns anger was building "Yeah sure I'll just tell your nephew to hang in tight. I'm sure he can just hold on to his umbilical cord might make him stay in abit longer." Y/N let out a deep groan and ended the call. She moved to lie over the back of the couch hoping the change in position would help ease the pressure on her lower back. 'Just hold on for few more minutes little one. Daddy's on his way."
10 minutes later a red faced and panic stricken Angel ran up the steps of Y/Ns apartment building. He didn't want to think about how many speeding tickets he's probably going to receive from the rushed drive over here. Throwing open the door his eyes widened as he saw a tearful Y/N on all fours nearly screaming in pain. "It's ok baby I'm here! Let's get you to the hospital." Rushing over to her angel helped Y/N stand and moved her towards the door. Supporting her weight as they made their way down the steps and to the car angel helped her into the back seat. "I need my hospital bag. It's got all the baby stuff in." Angel shook his head. "Don't worry about that baby. I'll get Ez to come back for it. Let's just get you to the hospital." Y/N was about to argue but another contraction stopped her.
15 minutes of Angels frantic driving and 10 minutes arguing with the hospital receptionist who was eyeing Angel up they were finally on the Labour ward. "You didn't have to threaten to strangle her with the telephone line, Mi Dulce." Angel chuckled at her as she heavily inhaled on the gas and air. Her eyes narrowed at him "She was more interested in looking you over than getting me booked in. She's lucky I didn't reach over the desk and claw her fucking eyes out for looking at what's mine" angels heart clenched. It might just be the gas and air making her say that but he hoped with all his heart it wasn't. God, that kiss at the gender reveal kept playing over in his head. How he missed being able to kiss and hold her like that. A midwife entering the room made is attention refocus. "I'm just going to check to see how dialated you are" y/Ns eyes snapped up to angels as she gripped his hand. "Don't look down there!" She whined as she pulled on his t shirt making him turn away from the midwife as she lifted the bedsheets. Leaning over angel kissed her forehead, whispering "I've had my face down there baby, it doesn't make much difference" Y/Ns cheeks tinged pink as the midwife cleared her throat. "Ok so your 10cm dilated." She grinned at Y/N and Angels confused faces. " Your ready to start pushing let's have this baby!" They both looked at eachother wide eyed. Their baby was close.
After an hour of pushing the baby still hasn't made an appearance in the world. Y/N was on her knees on the bed angel supporting her as she sucked on the gas and air heavily. "I can't do this angel!" She sobbed. "You can baby! He's gonna be in our arms in no time. You got this! I'm here. I'll always be here" crying she lay her head on his shoulder as his hands rubbed circles on her lower back. "Come on Y/N! Really big push now baby's close." The midwives encouraged her as they stood on the opposite side of the bed. Angel winced as Y/N pushed really hard. Christ, women really had it hard. Thank God men didn't have to give birth. "I love you" y/N gasped hard inbetween pushes. "I don't want to be apart anymore Angel. I can't do this on my own. I need you!" Angel kissed her forehead as she kept on pushing. "I'm sorry I dragged it out so long. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I know you probably don't want to be with me any more-" angel cut her off pushing the gas and air in her mouth. "Suck on that, keep pushing and listen. You have nothing to be sorry for! Ofcourse I want you. I want you and our son. Always. I meant it when I said you were it for me Y/N. Our relationship didn't have the best start I know but we're good together. You make me so happy--" the midwife interrupted angels speech. "I'm so sorry to cut your lovely moment short but I can see your baby's head! Little pushes now Y/N. Gently" Y/N listened as the midwife coached her through it and minutes later Gabriel Ignacio reyes was born.
Angel watched with pride as the his son lay on Y/Ns chest an hour later. The midwives had cleaned him up and done all their checks and he was perfect. Head full of black hair and the cutest little fingers and toes hed ever seen. Angel never thought something so small could make him feel like this. The door to the hospital room opened and in spilled Felipe, EZ and letty. "They only let a few of us in. The club said congrats on the baby. They'll give you some family time and meet him at his welcome home party." EZ explained as he made his way over to his nephew after handing Angel the hospital bag. Y/N pulled him down by his Kutte gently kissing him on the cheek. "Sorry for chewing your ass out on the phone earlier. Labour hurts." Smiling at Her Ez shrugged his shoulders "Don't worry about it. Let me meet the little guy." Angel stopped Ez from taking the baby. 'Nah man. There's someone more important first." Taking the baby from Y/N he handed his son to his father. "Meet your grandson pops" Felipe smiled as the baby was placed in his arms. Letty snapping a photo of the usually warring men incased in love around the new arrival. "Im proud of you, Mijo" angel teared up at the words he's always wanted to hear from his father. Clapping the old man on his shoulder letty interuped the moment. "Let me take a family photo." Felipe placed the baby back in Y/Ns arms and made his way to the other side of the bed where EZ stood smiling wide. Angel stood next to Y/N on the other side as letty snapped away with the camera. Looking up at him Y/N pulled him to sit along side her in the bed their son still nuzzled close to her chest. That was when letty had the opportunity to snap both Y/Ns and Angels faveorite picture to date. Y/N pulled angel in for a kiss holding him close to her as their son held tightly to his father's finger, Much to the surprise and happiness of the other people in the room. It was a moment that signified a new beginning. Theyd been through the heartbreak and came out fighting for eachother , neither of them wanting to let the other go.
That night after everyone had gone home and Y/N was sleeping angel stood looking out of the hospital window at the stars in the dark night sky. He held his son close to his chest, feeling like he was on top of the world.
Angel could only think one thing as he looked up to the sky. "Thank you mum. I won't let you down."
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I hope you guys enjoyed it! Just want to say a massive thank you for all your support and feedback on my post! I do have other ideas In the works so should hopefully be posting more for you guys soon!
Love to you all! Stay safe in this crazy world! X
#angel reyes x reader#angel reyes#mayans mc imagine#angel reyes imagine#mayans imagine#mayans x reader#mayans fanfic
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My devilish darling boy
Anonymous asked: Dad!tom’s kid accidentally ruins the new script for his movie after finishing it and is reluctant to tell the truth when they see how mad he gets at the boys thinking one of them did it. Also I love you😘❤️
Pairing: Dad!Tom x female reader
Warnings: an argument & some bad words throughout
Word count: 2.7k
A/N: I love you too and I really hope you enjoy! Requests/prompts are always open so don’t hesitate to send some in 💛
(photo not mine, all credit goes to its respective owner)
“You can watch over Luca, right?” You asked as you grabbed your purse from the table by the door. You were going off to a business luncheon and you couldn’t bring yours and Tom’s two year old son Luca with you.
“Yes darling, I’m plenty capable of watching over our son. Actually, I’m planning on visiting my parents so they can watch over Luca while my brothers read the script.” He replied as he helped you put on your jacket.
“That’ll be nice, he loves to go visit grandma and play with Tessa.”
“He sure does.” He grabbed onto your waist and pulled you into a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too, but I gotta go.” You looked down at your watch, letting out a sigh. “Shit, I’m gonna be late. Just make sure you watch over Luca, I mean it.” You pointed your finger at him and closed the door behind you.
I can do this, he thought. He looked over to see Luca sitting on the floor with his pacifier in his mouth. He smiled at his son, walking over to scoop him up onto his arms, before kissing him on the cheek. Luca had inherited Tom’s curly brown hair but inherited your eyes, and Tom loved that.
“C’mon baby boy, let’s go see grandma.” He stated and his son buried his head into his chest.
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A twenty minute drive later, Tom and Luca were parked outside of the Holland residence. He got Luca out of his car seat and proceeded to knock on the door. After a second, the door swung open to see his mum beaming at him.
“Honey, it’s so good to see you. And how’s my darling little angel doing?” Nikki cooed as Tom passed off Luca to her so she could hold him. He put his arms around her neck and giggled lightly.
“The boys are sitting in the office waiting to read your script, so I’ll watch over my precious grandson.” She tickled him lightly which caused him to giggle some more.
“Thank you mum, trust me I appreciate it.” He kissed her on the cheek and entered the house, immediately being tackled by Tessa.
“Tessa darling I’ve missed you!” He petted her behind the ears and rubbed her belly; her tail wagged happily as he gave her some love. After a minute he got back up and walked into the office, where Sam and Harry were awaiting his arrival.
“Hey guys.” He said as his brothers stood up to give him a hug.
“Where’s the little one?” Sam inquired.
“With mum, she’ll watch over him while we’re working.” Tom said as he pulled up a chair and sat down.
“Good, we don’t need any distractions. Now gimme that script, I’m dying to read it.” Harry snatched it from Tom’s hand and plopped back down into his chair.
Two long hours later, the boys were done reading it.
“Wow Tom, I never thought I would say this but you’re actually talented.” Harry spoke up and leaned back in his chair.
“He’s right, that was actually super good. That twist at the ending was pure genius.” Sam added with a chef’s kiss, and Tom laughed
“Although the spelling errors in this are astronomical. How the hell did you even make it through sixth form?” Harry remarked and was met with a swift punch to the arm.
“Ouch.” He rubbed his bicep and Tom held his finger up to his mouth to shush him. “Did you hear that?” He stated in a hushed tone. The boys looked at each other, their ears perking up as they heard a crying in the distance. The crying grew louder, and they looked up to see Nikki standing in the doorway with Luca in her arms.
“Darling, I think Luca misses you. He won’t stop crying so do you mind taking a break and tending to that right now?” Nikki asked as Tom walked closer to her before grabbing his son from her arms.
“Angel, what’s the matter? Why is my baby boy upset?” He cooed, gently bouncing him and holding his son tight.
“I’m sad.”
“Why are you sad, hm?” He asked lovingly.
“Cuddles.” He whispered and Tom knew exactly what he was referring to. Tom always devotes at least thirty minutes out of his day to cuddle with him, but he must’ve forgotten due to being tied up with the script.
“Let do that right now, alright?” He kissed the top of his head and Luca’s crying began to cease.
“You guys can make critiques on it, yeah? And please keep that safe, because I didn’t work that hard on it for it to be ruined.” He said while the boys nodded their heads.
“We’ll watch over it, don’t worry.” Sam said, and Harry added, “Now go spend some time with your son.”
“Thank you.” His son rubbed his eyes and Tom wiped the tears away, and walked into the living room so that he could cuddle with him.
Tom lie down on the couch and set Luca on his chest, rubbing light circles on his back to get him to fall asleep. He could hear his breathing become more relaxed, and after a few minutes Luca was sound asleep. Tom dozed off as well, and was woken by forty minutes later.
“Done!” Luca exclaimed energetically, wriggling himself out of his father’s arms. He climbed off the couch and toddled over to Tessa to pet her.
Tom crouched down, kissed Luca on the top of his head, and decided to take this opportunity to go back to his brothers to get some critiques for the script.
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“Tom, I was going to go for a walk to get the post, would you want to come with?” Dom asked, jacket and keys in hand. The boys had spent about two hours marking up Tom’s script, and took to drinking tea to keep themselves awake.
“Um sure, let me go grab my jacket and make sure someone capable watches over Luca.” He got up, sauntering into the kitchen, where he saw Luca and Paddy both sharing a bowl of Cheerios.
“Can you watch over him? After mum, I trust you the most and I’m gonna go take a walk with dad.”
“Yeah sure.” Paddy replied flatly as he intently watched Luca slowly put Cheerios into his mouth.
Tom then poked his head into the office, and stated, “When you’re done, put the script back in my bag and lock the door so that nothing bad will happen to it, you got it?”
“Have some faith in us, big brother. It’ll be fine, don’t worry.” Sam waved, but Tom hesitantly smiled. “Okay, I’m trusting you both. Don’t make me regret that decision.”
“You won’t!” Harry hollered back. They waited until they heard the front door lock, and shared a glance.
“Fifa?” Harry asked and Sam nodded. “Hell yeah. I think the script will be fine here on the table, right?” Sam inquired. “Yeah, Tom worries too much. No wonder he has a few grey hairs.” He remarked as they closed the door to the office, leaving the script on the table with a cup of tea right next to it. They waltzed out of the office and waved at Paddy, who was in the kitchen.
“Hey would you want to play fifa with us? We cannot stand to read that thing anymore.”
“I would, but I have to watch over Luca.” He looked over at his nephew who looked curiously back at him.
“Just leave him with his Cheerios. Honestly Tom worries too much about his kid, he’ll be fine.” Harry remarked and Paddy agreed. “You’re right.”
Paddy stood up and pushed his chair in. He looked over and pointed at his nephew before saying, “Now you stay here, and don’t leave this chair.” He glanced while Luca stared at him curiously.
“Good boy.” The boys walked off and Luca was left by himself and his cereal. After a few minutes he finished, looking around to see that he was alone.
“Done.” He said as he began to crawl off the chair. He toddled over into the office where Tom’s backpack was, which was also where Tom had placed Luca’s snacks and toys. While looking for his stuffed monkey Mr. Bananas, he bumped into the table and the tea conveniently spilled all over the script.
“Uh oh.” He whispered as the tea dripped off the table and onto the wood floor. Fleeing the crime scene, Luca swiftly waddled away from the room, Mr. Bananas in hand, and went into the living room like nothing had ever happened.
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Thirty minutes later, Tom skipped into the office and was surprised to see the room vacant. He was also surprised to see his script soaking wet, tea cup on its side as the tea dripped onto the hardwood floor.
“Those bastards.” He stormed out of the room, drenched script in hand while frantically searching the house for his little brothers. He stopped when he saw Sam and Harry sitting in the living room in front of the telly, headsets on with no cares in the world. He stood in front of the TV and unplugged the Xbox from the wall, while ignoring his brothers groans and remarks.
“Why the fuck would you leave a teacup right next to the script? And why didn’t you put the script somewhere safe like I told you to? It was supposed to be locked away in the office for a reason, and I know one of you fuckers must have done something.” He spat, holding the sopping wet script in his hands, before slamming it down on the table. “Do you know how hard I worked on that thing? Just for you to spill tea all over it like the twats you are, and not even own up to the fact that you did it?”
“What are you on about? We didn’t spill tea on your script.” Harry stated as he reached for a crisp from the bowl next to him.
“Alright, you’re playing dumb. Then can you tell me why there is earl grey tea all over the script?” Tom spat but the boys were speechless.
“Well, say something. Don’t make me look like an idiot standing here with a sopping wet script.”
“That’s never stopped you from looking like an idiot before.” Harry smirked, and Tom clenched his fist. His jaw was clenched, and his face was burning red.
“I swear, if you don’t own up to this I will literally murder you.” Tom said angrily which only caused his brothers to stifle a laugh.
“Fucking own up to it!” He yelled and his brothers sat quiet.
Luca was sitting on the hallway floor, around the corner of the living room. His lip quivered as his father raised his voice, feeling bad that his father was blaming his brothers for something they didn’t do.
“We definitely didn’t do that.” Harry munched on a crisp, passing the bowl to Sam so he could grab some as well. Just then Tom snatched the bowl from Sam’s hands and slammed it down on the coffee table.
“Fucking hell Tom, we didn’t do it. Why don’t you believe when we said it wasn’t us?” Sam retorted.
“Who else could it have been, hm? You were the last ones in there and you were supposed to lock the door after you left. Might I add you were also supposed to put the script in my bag like I explicitly asked.” He paced the room, covering his face with his hands. “And besides, why did you go off and play fifa when I specifically asked you to critique the damn script.”
“I don’t know, we got bored of reading it and we wanted to take a break. But why the hell would we ruin it?” Harry let out a huff, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“I don’t know, maybe you have a personal vendetta against me or something. Or, maybe because you’re jealous of my success, and you can’t stand to see me accomplish something that you could only dream of.”
The room instantly became eerily silent as the boys shared a glance. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut through it, and the hostility loomed over everyone. The boys snarled at the same time, and Sam flipped off Tom.
“Fuck you.” Harry spat at him, and Tom’s face became redder.
“No, fuck you.” He pointed at them, and stormed out of the room. He rounded the corner too quickly and nearly tripped over his son who was beginning to cry.
“Shit.” He whispered and paused for a second at his choice of word. “I’m sorry angel, I didn’t see you sitting there. Don’t worry about what daddy said, I’m not mad at you at all.” He said in a soft tone, but Luca began to cry.
“Daddy, I-” he sobbed. Tom instantly crouched down right next to his son and scooped him into a big hug.
“What’s wrong now?” He asked, his tone sounding more harsh than intended.
“I d-did it daddy, I-I’m sorry. P-please don’t get a-angey.” He blubbered and Tom’s heart sank.
“You did it?” He asked, and Luca nodded. “D-didn’t mean t-to.” He sobbed, which made Tom instantly feel guilty for blaming his brothers.
“Why did you do it?” He tilted his head to the side, scanning his son’s face as he waited for the answer.
“B-bananas.”
“Oh.” The pieces clicked in his mind as he realised that Luca would go into his bag to look for Mr. Bananas, since he loved to play with him after their cuddle sessions. “I b-bumped into the table and it s-spilled.”
Tom let out a long sigh, tilting his head backwards as he let out a small groan. He looked over at his son who was rubbing his eyes, letting out small cries as the tears streamed down his face. He picked Luca up, and he instantly buried his head into the crook of Tom’s neck. “Daddy’s not mad darling, I’m sorry. It can be fixed for sure, I promise.” He continued to hold his sobbing son as a tear fell down his own cheek. “Please don’t cry anymore bub, it’s okay.” He felt his son’s breathing calm down, his little sobs turning into hiccups.
“Do you have the clicks now?” He asked, while his son buried his face into his chest.
He picked Luca up and made his way back into the living room, pausing before beginning to apologise profusely.
“Guys I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have blamed you. I know you said you didn’t do it and I should have trusted you. I didn’t realise Luca went in there to get his toy, and he must’ve knocked into the table, and that was how the tea got all over it.”
“No, it’s our fault, we should’ve locked the door like you said to. We just thought you were being overprotective.” Sam stated and Harry added, “We didn’t anticipate anything bad happening to it, but we should’ve been more careful, especially with a toddler running around.”
“It could’ve been worse I guess, at least no one was harmed, right darling?” He looked down at his son, who clutched his shirt with his tiny hands.
“But you’re right, I was being far too overprotective with it. Luckily I had an extra copy of it that I sent over to Robert to read, so I can ask him to just send it back when he’s finished.” He lightly adjusted his son to rest on his hip, and looked apologetically at his brothers. “I didn’t mean what I said just now, I was just furious at how much work went into it.”
He looked down at the floor, and whispered, “Do you forgive me?”
“It’s understandable why you would be upset, I swear it won’t happen again. But of course, apology accepted.” They ran over and everyone put their arms around him in a large embrace. Tom felt his son squirming so he backed away from the hug.
“I love you all so much, you know that, right?” He asked while his brothers all nodded.
“We love you too, you twat.”
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Take it Slow - Part Sixty-Seven
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
Warnings: Fluff and Smut, what else is new?
Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)
Mondays had been your days to meet Harry at his office, but now that he was working on his studio, you thought it would be nice to bring him and your dad some lunch. You were so happy it was almost May. The weather was starting to get really nice. You were able to go for runs outside on the days it didn’t rain.
“Hey, wanna come with me to the studio for lunch? I’m buying.” You say to Niall.
“Sure! It’ll be nice to get out for a bit. I’m sure your dad will love to see me.” He laughs and you shake your head at him.
You stop by a sandwich shop on your way, and head into the studio. You bite your bottom lip when you see Harry. He was use a nail gun to put some cabinets up for what would soon be a kitchen area. You dad was finishing grouting the tile. Harry steps down from the step stool and wipes his forehead of sweat. He was wearing a snap-back to help catch some of the sweat. He looks over at you and Niall and smiles.
“Oi, looks like it’s lunch time.” He extends a hand to help your dad up.
“Hi guys! It looks better and better every time I come here.” You hand them the sandwiches and give your dad a hug.
“Hi Niall.” Your dad shakes his hand. “Been too long.”
“I know, things have been crazy.”
“They’ve put some picnic benches out at the park across the street do you guys wanna eat outside? It’s so nice out.”
Everyone agrees and you head outside. Harry looked so good in his loose jeans and work-boots, you couldn’t get over it. He sits next to you, and Niall sits next to your dad.
“Everyone from New York has finally left, thank god.”
“That’s great!” Harry says, relieved Mark was finally gone.
“How are classes going, Y/N?” Your dad asks.
“Oh, they’re good. I’ll finish this one in a couple of weeks, and the next won’t start until June so I’ll a month to take a little break.”
“Your brother’s coming in Friday to help out, maybe we could all have dinner together after.”
“Sure! You both could come over, I can cook something up instead of going out.” You say. Harry puts his hand on your knee.
“That works.” You dad smiles. You knew he always preferred a home cooked meal.
“I could work from home that day and watch the baby if he wants to bring him in too.” Harry’s face lights up.
“I’ll run it by him. I’m sure his wife could use the night off.”
Niall distracted your dad for a few minutes so you could kiss Harry goodbye.
“How are you feeling today? You were a little wobbly yesterday…” You say quietly.
“Oh, I’m fine now.” He smiles. “Thanks for checkin’ in.” He kisses the top of your head, and goes back into the studio.
When he gets home later that night he’s exhausted. You had dinner ready to go, and he inhaled it.
“Jesus, Harry, you were hungry. Do you want a second helping?”
“No, thank you.” He rubs his eyes. “I need to go to bed, I’m so tired, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay! Go, I’d rather you get your rest. I have homework to do anyways.” You give him a reassuring smile.
“Well, maybe I could just rest on the sofa so I’m still hanging out with you.”
“If you wanna go to bed you can, really, it’s okay.”
“No.” He pouts. Oh no, you’re tried, grouchy boy was making an appearance. “M’gonna go put some sweats on and then I’ll come sit with you.” You nod and he walks out into the bedroom.
You grab your laptop and sit on the sofa. Yo start typing away at your forum post, and Harry comes out in just a pair of sweat pants. He plops down next to you and waits for you to finish. The second your laptop is on the coffee table he his is resting in your lap.
“Let me get a pillow, it’ll be more comfortable for your he-“
“No.”
“Harry.” You sigh. “Do you wanna just lay between my legs then?”
“Yes.”
You adjust so your back is against the arm rest, and Harry’s head is on your stomach. Your hands play with his hair and it didn’t take him too long to drift off. Times like this you think back to when you two first really cuddled together. He had had a long day at work and he asked you to lay with him. You had been on top of him at the time and you both fell asleep. That was when you knew you really felt safe with him. You sigh happily as you watch TV.
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Friday rolls around, and your brother drops the baby off with you so he can meet your dad and Harry at the studio. You had a wonderful day watching him while getting some emails done. You never really got alone time with your nephew. You played with him for a little while, and then took him for a walk in his stroller.
You decided on making a meatless baked ziti for dinner. It was something everyone could enjoy, and easy enough to make. You whip up a big salad to go with it, and take the baby with you to the market quick so you can grab a baguette.
Harry sends you a few pictures of the progress they’ve made. The kitchen and Mariah’s office was entirely done. Next week they’d work upstairs to get Harry’s office situated. Then all he’d have to do is paint.
His social media was getting more and more hits thanks to you, and he was already booking out into July. You were so proud of him.
You send him a selfie or two with the baby and it makes him swoon. He couldn’t wait to have a baby with you some day.
Around 6PM you hear them come in through the door. You were sitting on the sofa feeding the baby. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head from loving his bubby. You had your eyes on him and you were humming.
“Hi guys.” You say smiling. “Dinner’s gonna be another ten minutes in the oven, everything else is on the table already.” You finish giving the baby his bubby and you sit him up so he’ll burp. He perks up when he sees your brother. “Is that your daddy, did you miss him?” You coo. Your brother smiles and takes him from you.
“How was he?”
“Perfect! He’s the easiest baby in the world.” You go over and kiss Harry on the cheek.
“M’just gonna wash up quick.”
Your dad was walking around. You realize it’s the first time he’s been over and inside your apartment.
“Dad, I’m sorry, let me show you around. You and Kyle can clean up in the guest bath.” You take the baby back from your brother.
Harry meets you in the kitchen and you hand him off to him so you can take the ziti out of the oven.
“Smells so good in here.” He says holding the baby with one arm. “Hey little guy, did you have a nice day with your auntie?” He boops his nose. You smile at the two of them.
“I got a baguette from the market.”
“Did you cut it up already?”
“Yes, and I saved you an end piece just how you like. Go sit down, I’ll bring this out.” Harry kisses you and then goes out to the dining area.
“I’ll take him, he’s fading, I’m gonna put him in the car seat so he can sleep.”
Your brother drags the seat over and places your nephew in it and his eyes slowly close. Once he’s settled, the four of you sit down to eat.
“You guys got so much done today. It’s amazing.”
“Yeah, all the heavy stuff should be done next week, and then it’s off to painting.”
“Rachel’s gonna help Harry paint. You guys should see the color’s she’s picked out for the offices, it’s going to be beautiful.”
The chatter is nice and light around the table. You bring out some coffee and fruit for dessert.
“Y/N, when do you think you’ll have an official house warming?” Your brother asks.
“I’m not sure, we were thinking end of May so it would be warm enough to be able to go out on the balcony.” You point behind you.
“That’d be great. Do you guys have a grill or anything?”
“We have a little indoor one.” You look at Harry. “I didn’t even think of that. We need to get a table and some chairs for out there.”
“We could go to Lowe’s this weekend and check out the prices.”
“I’ve got some gift cards to there, hold on.” You dad takes out his wallet.
“Dad, you don’t have to-“
“I don’t mind.” He smiles. “Here, it hasn’t been used, but I can’t remember how much is on there.” He slides a card towards you.
“Thanks.” You smile.
Your brother and dad eventually leave. It was a great day and evening. You and Harry slump onto the sofa.
“You were cute when we got in.” He says drumming his fingers on your knee.
“What do you mean?” You giggle.
“Feedin’ the baby. It was cute. You were like hummin’ to him and stuff.”
“Harry…”
“What?”
“I know where this is going.”
“Where what is goin’? I can’t pay my beautiful, amazing, wonderful girlfriend a compliment all of a sudden?”
“Wow, so many descriptive words in one sentence.” You say sarcastically. “You see me with him, and then you have baby fever for like a week.”
“To be honest, I always have baby fever, I just don’t express it.” You laugh at him. “With me ownin’ my own business imagine how easy it’ll be for us someday. Your place has maternity leave, and then when you go back to work I could just bring him or her with me to work. I could have everything set up for them there. Then we’d come home and they’d be all excited to see their mummy.” You blink at him.
“Oh, so you’d get to spend all the time in the world with them?”
“I’d take ‘em to come visit you when I could, and you’d come visit us.”
“You know the maternity leave is actually really good. You get three months paid, and then you get another three months paid working from home. And then you can like choose to work half days and shit, it’s amazing. At least we wouldn’t need child care. My mom could come and help out like she does with my nephew.”
“They essentially give you six months off? That’s almost unheard of here.”
“I know, I’m telling you the CEO is incredible.”
“C’mere, come sit on me.” You giggle and crawl into his lap. He rests his hands on your hips, and rubs his thumbs over your lower stomach. “Can’t wait to put one in yeh some day.”
“Oh, Harry.” You swat a hand at his shoulder.
“What? You know I do, and then I’d get to watch your belly grow.”
“Right, because that’s every girl’s dream. To be littered with stretch marks, a big strip of hair, and for their belly buttons to disappear.”
“Stop, that doesn’t happen to everyone.”
“I’m just saying, it’s not as romantic as you make it seem. I’ll be ten times more hormonal. I may get to a point where I have to go on bed rest.”
“I’d just take care of you.”
“You have an answer for everything.” You lean down and kiss him. “I saw you bring your tool-belt in with you.”
“Jesus, do you have a fetish or somethin’?”
“Harry, you just look so sexy with it on, will you please go put it on?”
“It’s just the belt, the tools aren’t even it it.”
“So? C’mon, let’s roll play a little. You can be the handyman that’s come to fix something for me in the bedroom, and I’ll be the needy, unsatisfied housewife.”
“You would so easily cheat on your husband?”
“Harry…please don’t be cheeky right now.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll go change.”
You wait for him anxiously and he comes back a few minutes later with a white t-shirt, jeans, and his tool belt on.
“The hat! Please put the snap-back on.” He sighs and goes back to get it.
“Happy now?”
“Yes!” You get up from the sofa and walk over to him. “Thank you for coming on such short notice.” Both of his eyebrows raise as you walk around him. “You see, my husband’s away on business and there are just some things a girl can’t take care of by herself.” You bite your lip and smile at him.
“That’s too bad. If I had a girl like you, I’d never leave yeh to do anything by yourself.” Your smile grows. You’re happy he’s willing to play along. “Show me what needs tendin’ to.”
“It’s in the bedroom, please follow me.” You giggle quietly. He follows you in. You tug at his collar and start kissing him.
“What if your husband comes home early?”
“He won’t, he’s too busy fucking his secretary.”
“What a fool.” He tilts your chin up and he kisses you again. “I’d take really good care of you if you were my wife.”
“Why not show me a little preview then?”
He steps back and takes his shirt off. You ogle his body.
“Jesus, Harry, you look-“ He puts his hand over your mouth.
“Can’t use my name, it ruins the illusion.”
“What should I call you then?”
“I don’t know, your handyman?”
“Okay, okay.” You clear your throat to get back into character. “My Mr. Handyman, you’re quite built.”
You reach your hands out to feel the muscles on his stomach, then his arms, and then his back. He smirks at the way you’re feeling him up. You walk back in front of him to face him.
“Haven’t been touched in so long.”
“Think I can fix that.”
He lifts you up and plops you down on the bed. He lifts your shirt off and unhooks your bra. He kneads your breasts his tongue slips into your mouth. You groan against him.
“Lay back.” You scooche further on the bed, lay back so he can undo your pants. He sees your lace, cheeky underwear. “Sorta naughty to be wearin’ this while your husband’s away.”
“Well, I’m a pretty naughty girl, Mr. Handyman.” You bat your eyelashes at him, and start to rub your clit over your panties. “Need someone to punish me.”
Harry’s face lights up. He undoes the tool belt, and lets it drop to the floor. He undoes his jeans and takes his boxers off. He gets on the bed and between your legs. He kisses your covered clit, and licks over your folds. He never really teased you like this, but then again, it wasn’t really him. He sucks on you through the material, and rubs his thumb over you. He grips your hips and flips you over. You get up on your knees and elbows. He slowly drags your soaked underwear off, and throws it on the floor.
He smacks your butt, not too hard. He did it the way he always did. You remember one time, early on, when he told you he’d smack you right on your clit, and you wondered if he was planning to do that.
“Hey, time out for a second.” You look over your shoulder at him. “I think we should have, like, a safe word, just in case one of us gets uncomfortable with the role play…” He says.
“Okay, should it be like a color or something?”
“How about yellow?”
“Okay, sure, yellow.”
“Alright…back to it then.” You giggle at him. You appreciated that he always seemed to think of everything. “So…uh, Mrs…Housewife, let’s take care of this problem you’ve been havin’.”
Harry grips your hips, and feel him lick from your clit to your folds. He hasn’t eaten you out from behind since god knows when. You grip at the comforter, loving the way it feels. He licks up dangerously close to your other hole and you flinch. He knows not to lick you there, he’s just testing the waters a bit. You were dripping wet, so whatever he was doing obviously felt good. He bites down onto one of your ass cheeks and sucks harshly. You gasp as your back arches. Harry had sort stopped leaving the really purple marks on you. He sits back and watches the color change on your skin.
He takes you and flips you onto your back. You look up at him and nod. He spreads your legs and lines himself up with you, thrusting in with a ton of force. He gauges the reaction on your face. He wants to have fun, not send you into a flash. He rubs your clit to soothe you a little while you reach up to grip at his shoulders.
He grabs one of your legs to put over his shoulder, and rocks in and out of you. He was hitting you nice and deep like you needed.
“Oh my god.” Your head rolls back into the mattress.
“Need this don’t you?”
“So bad.” You groan.
“Sit up on your elbows.” You raise an eyebrow at him, but you do as he says.
His hand trails up from your clit and rests on your stomach for a second. He swears he can feel himself going in and out of you. It slides up further and you think he’s just going to knead your breast, until it’s around your throat. He grips you, but not tightly, just resting it there.
“Handyman should use his hands, don’t you think?” You nod your head yes. “And you said you’ve been naughty, so…I think the best thing I can do is choke you a little.” He drops your leg from his shoulder. His thrusts continue, but he moves around in a circle. “Can I do that?”
“Yes.” You say in a whisper.
His thumb rubs over the front of your throat lightly, and then he gets a better grip on you. His other hand rubs your clit while he rocks in and out of you. He lets you lay back down all the way and you wrap your legs around his waist. He applies a little more pressure and watches you contort under him. Your cheeks had a deep blush over them.
Usually you were the one to choke him, but he was in full control tonight. You didn’t mind it really. After pegging him last weekend he deserved to have a little of the power back. Plus, you just like the way his strong hand felt around you. You were feeling a little light headed, but in a good way. His other hand rubs harshly on your clit, and you know your end is near.
He feels you tighten around his cock and he fucks you faster. You start panting and gasping, but he doesn’t let up. He hits your g-spot and rubs your clit just at the right place and you feel yourself release. Your back arches off the bed, and he rubs your clit the entire time, rocking in and out of you. He lets go of your throat and you take in as much air as you can.
“Come in mouth.”
“What?”
“Please, god, come in my mouth.” You groan.
Harry lets out a moan as he pulls out of you. You prop yourself up on your elbows and open your mouth for him. He angles himself, give himself a few quick pumps and comes. He comes in your mouth, down your chin, and on your chest. He made a mess of you. He goes to get off of you but your grab his face with one of your hands. You make eye contact with him as you swallow what actually got into your mouth. You lick over your chin, and then you scoop up what you can from your chest onto your finger, and suck on your finger. His mouth falls open while he watches you.
You go to speak, but you burst out laughing instead. Harry sits there, straddling you, very confused.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” You say, still laughing. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never done anything like that before.” His shoulders fall with relief.
“I didn’t hurt your little neck did I?” He leans in to inspect you. “Shit…”
“What?”
“Well, you can kind of see where my rings indented, should’ve taken ‘em off.”
“That’s what happens when you don’t full commit to your character.” You giggle.
“You don’t care if someone sees this?”
“It’ll fade. It’s probably less noticeable than a hickey. Speaking of which, I can’t wait to see the nasty one you left on my ass.”
“Hey, that wasn’t me that was the handyman.”
“Mhm.” You lean up and kiss him. “Was it fun?”
“Yeah…we could do it again sometime.” He gets off of you and follows you to the bathroom. You gasp when you see the bruise on your ass.
“Jesus, Harry…”
“S’not that bad.” He sighs. “We’ve been doin’ a lot of new stuff lately.”
“Guess so.” You shrug as you start to wash your face, having thrown your hair up in a bun. He leans against the sink counter as you apply your face-wash.
“Have you been bored with anything, is that why you’ve wanted to try so much?”
“Bored?!” You rinse off and pat your face dry. “Bored?!” You repeat. His face was stone cold. “Harry, how could you possibly think that? I love the way we have sex. From the way you stretch me out, every time with you is like the first time.” You take your hair out of the bun and shake it. “We’ve been together almost nine months, I just feel really close and comfortable with you. Enough to try some things out that I never had before.”
“So you never role played with anyone, ever?”
“Never!” You start to brush your teeth and he does the same. “Hold on, lemme pee.” He crosses his arms and looks in the other direction. “See! Super comfortable with each other.” He looks at you and smirks as you flush the toilet. You wash your hands and he uses the toilet next. “I was no virgin when we met, Harry, but I’ve had so many first with you.” He follows you out of the bathroom. “I’ve never been this close with a boyfriend before.” You both get into bed. “I feel like because I can just be myself with you, I’ve had the freedom to discover some new things that I like.” He lays his head on your chest. “I could never be bored, in any aspect of our relationship. Every day is like a new adventure.”
“You really mean that?”
“Of course! We don’t have to role play again if you didn’t like it.”
“S’not that I didn’t like it, I just don’t know how to pretend to be some macho dude.”
“You just look so fucking hot when you wear that stuff.”
“And I’ll gladly wear it for you anytime.”
“If you could role play as anything, what would you wanna do? I mean, we got to do one of my fantasies, what’s one of yours?” He sits up to look at you.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah! We should do what you wanna do too, it’s not all about me.”
“Okay, the butt stuff was something we both wanted, whether you believe that or not. So you can stop feeling guilty.”
“I don’t fe-“
“Yes you do, I can tell. We’ll do it again, trust me.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Anyways, I know you don’t wanna fuck in your office, so we could just use the loft, but I’ve had this…fantasy of you being like this…I don’t know CEO or something, somebody hire up, and I’m like your….assistant or something.” You hadn’t expected Harry’s fantasy of you to be so dominant. You were intrigued.
“Please, go on.”
“And well…there’s like all this tension between us right? Because, you can’t fuck your assistant, that’s against the rules. And I feel the tension too, but I can’t fuck my boss.” You bite your inner cheek to try not to laugh. This was very well thought out. “So, like, here’s the scene, so there’s one night we’re working late. You’re crazy overworked.” You nod. “And then I’m there, and I’m like you know what you need? To get fucked. Oh, I forgot to mention, you’re mean to everyone but me. So, I’m like you need to get fucked.”
“And how do you get me to agree to it?”
“I come in with a bottle of wine and two glasses, and I’m like let’s take a break.”
“Okay.”
“And then, I say you look tense, I could rub your shoulders. And you’re a little buzzed from the wine, so you roll with it, and-“
“There’s a lot of build up here.”
“Shh, I’m getting to it. So then, I’m like I can’t really get at you, let’s take your jacket off Miss Y/L/N, and you’re like okay. Then when I massage you skin to skin you start moaning, and it just escalates from there.”
“Oh it does?”
“Mhm, I fuck you on the desk, and then we have to keep it a secret. We say it was a one time thing, but we don’t mean it.”
“And you just came up with this elaborate fantasy all on your own?”
“Well…mostly…some…one of my romance novels sort of had a similar plot. But man, thinking of you like that, it really gets me going.”
“So even though I’m the CEO, you’re still the one to ultimately seduce me?”
“Yeah, you’re too much of a goodie goodie to break the rules.” He smirks.
“Well shit, guess I’ll just have to surprise you with that sometime.”
“You’d be into all that?”
“Would you wear your glasses?”
“Sure.”
“Yeah, I’d be into all of that.” He beams at you.
“I love you, so much. You are so the girl for me.” He chuckles and kisses you all over your face.
“I love you too, doll.”
He lays back down on your chest, and you play with his hair while you continue with your pillow talk. Eventually you both drift off. Harry was the perfect guy for you. Sure you had your ups and downs, but what couples didn’t? Every day you felt so lucky to be with him, but you were feeling that way now more than ever.
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Loki x fem! reader Soulmate Au
Part (1/?)
(By the way, this is the first time I've ever posted anything as in a story on here. Tell me if you like it and also if there's any mispelling or things like that. Hope you enjoy! ❤)
Warnings: Mention of death, murder, blood and some strong language
In a world filled with both, incredible science and magic, soulmates were the center of most everyone's desire. Each worldy and otherwordly being, midgardians, asgardians, vanaheimans and much more had a soulmate to call their own. Wether one's soulmate would be of similar age or even born within the same world, was unknown. The only clue to when one found their soulmate was that a mark appeared once one locked eyes with them. Wether tiny and barely visible or humongous it almost covers one's whole body, both soulmates would always have the very same mark in the very same spot
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"Auntie, auntie! Look what I did in class today!", cheeks flushed with excitement the young boy ran up to you, proudly presenting his masterpiece. Said masterpiece being some odd shapes, snippets of colorful paper and a big misshapen heart in the center of it all. Artists would gouge their eyes out at the sight of it but you loved it nonetheless. How could you not? It was your nephew's drawing after all
"I made it for you. The bestest auntie in the world!", he beamed up at you
You mustered up a tired smile and ran a hand over his head. "It's beautiful sweetie. I love it so much that I think... we should go and get some ice cream!"
Initially you had planned on simply going home and taking a nap on the couch. But seeing your nephew's sparkling eyes at the mention of ice cream... you couldn't change your mind now
Yes... he did have you wrapped around his little finger
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"Austin? Where aaare you?", muffling his giggles with his hands, your nephew slid further into the shadows of the small cabinet, not realizing, he was not being quiet at all. You've long since heard him giggling and moving around. However, you didn't want to ruin the fun and pretended that it wasn't obvious he was hiding in the kitchen cabinet to your left. So you continued, looking under the table, behind the curtains, lifting vases and even going as far as to open the fridge!
You fake sighed. "I guess my darling nephew disappeared. I can't find him anywhere", you dramatically covered your eyes, "Hmmmm. I guess I'll have to go get a new one"
You smirked when you heard the panicked
"No!", come from your cabinet and opened your eyes just in time to see him tumble out and storm towards you. "You can't leave me! I won't let you!"
You laughed and picked him up. "I'd never leave you pumpkin", he only tightened his hold on you in response, nuzzling his face further into the crook ok your neck
Perhaps this wasn't the beast choice to get him out of his hiding spot because he surely-
"Mama and Papa left me"
Just as you feared. You really shouldn't have said that. Ever since he could understand you weren't his mother he believed his parents left him
"They never wanted to leave you sweetie. But they had to go"
Had to go your ass
"Why?", he looked up at you with his now glossy eyes
"They weren't allowed to tell me. So they only asked me to take care of you and I promised"
Lies but whatever
"Do you know where they are?"
You gulped and rubbed soothing circles over Austin's back. "No"
His voice was meek now. "Will they ever come back?"
It broke your heart to see him like that
No, they wouldn't ever return
"I don't know sweetie"
"Do you miss them?", tears glistened in his eyes
You kissed his forehead
"Always"
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From the corner of your eye, you watched Austin play with action figures and Lego. He seemed so content, smiling. You wished you could forget your troubles like him
You really felt guilty for not telling him but how could you. How could you convey to a child that his parents didn't leave but died? Murdered by an army of aliens he didn't know existed?
Almost seven years ago, when you still worked for *the* Tony Stark and were actually really close friends with him, shit hit the fan
Almost seven years ago, all hell broke loose when Loki, known as the God of Lies and Mischief, opened a huge portal, leading the Chitauri to attack and overthrow humanity.
Tony had told you to make sure the civilians were as safe as possible and to lessen some of their fear. That was when it all went down the drain
♧◇♤♡♤◇♧ ~flashback~
"(y/n)! (y/n)!"
You froze. Shit. This couldn't be. You were imagining things right?
You turned around and to your horror, your sister and her husband were ducking behind some cars. Of course you ran over to them. They were your family
"What are you doing here?", you hissed, "You weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow!"
Before they could answer, a huge explosion made your ears ring. It was close. Too damn close
You ushered them away from the main street and into an alleyway. Left. Right. Running. Ducking. Hiding. Listening
Finally you could deem the sounds of danger far enough away to allow a break
Your brother-in-law was huffing and puffing, having helped your sister stay upright and holding his only few months old son
You quickly checked him and your nephew for any injuries and then tended to your sister. Smart you always carried a thin scarf on your person and that was why
Your sister had little cuts, bruises and scrapes all over. What you used the scarf for though, was the scraggly looking wound on her calf. That was why she couldn't walk properly and you knew only the adrenaline made her able to even move
You then took Austin from your brother-in-law and hushed him when the baby began to cry. God, your brother-in-law looked like he was going to faint
"We wanted to suprise you", your sister gasped, struggling to breathe, "You have so little time and we knew you have a day off today, so we though we could go out for dinner"
"Charming but right now, we can't stay here. It's to dangerous. Get up"
With her husbands help, she did
With the baby now in your arms, they were a lot faster too. You managed to sneak around like that, checking if the coast was clear ever so often
Suddenly you heard something which cause you to pause. You motioned for the adults behind you to not move either. They were a small distance behind you
Beeping... to the left, no behind you. Around where... they are...
The beeping sped up and it took you mere seconds to recognize the sound
You swivelled around to yell- but you were too late. Those seconds were mere seconds too many
The explotion burst forth right behind your sister and her husband
You were thrown back and slammed on your back. The force of the fall pressed all air out of your lungs
You didn't remember for how long you laid there, probably only a few seconds, but you knew you were tightly cradling your nephew
Against the protest of your screaming muscles you got up and looked around*
"Anna?", you called out. You didn't dare scream. Any of the Chitauri could be nearby
"Anna? Mick?", you took tentaive steps toward the huge pile of stones. The explosion had ripped apart the two inner walls of the buildings on either side of the alleyway
The ground was covered in stone as small as a pebble to bigger than your torso. Glass splinters creaked beneath your feet
You came to a halt in front of the piled rubble
"No, no, no... please no, please...", you whimpered. All begging could not change facts.
You saw the blood leaking from the bricks.
You knew that it was where they stood. And you knew that they couldn't have possibly survived
Tears welled up in your eyes but you had no time to cry
Grunts and roars far too close for comfort could be heard. They were there to check for any survivors.
You could consoder yourself lucky that your nephew was knocked out cold from the shock of the explosion. Had that not happened and Austin started to cry instead, the Chitauri would have surely found you
You had to get out of there. With one last mournful glance at the mass of stone, you sprinted away
♧◇♤♡♤◇♧ ~flashback end~
You blinked
Oh god you hadn't planned on sinking into your memories
You hastly wiped away any of your fallen tears and concentrated on cooking again. Luckily nothing burned while you zoned out and Austin didn't notice you standing there like a zombie
You were glad he was here with you. Without him you would've continued to work at the Stark tower, most likely becoming a shell of the woman you once were
With Austin here, you could focus on him, focus on something living. The precious and living memento of your sister
Not like he could go anywhere else
Your father had died only a few weeks before you were born and your mother had passed only a few years before Austin was born.
And Mick was an only child from Denmark. His parents had shunned him for moving to America, they wouldn't even let you speak to them, only stating that "It is your fault our Micky died", and hanging up
You didn't know anyone else of your or his family. That left Austin in your arms
You had left your job at the stark tower, got an apartment in New Jersey and started to work two different jobs to help with the finances. You couldn't depend on Tony to pay everything for you but he had insisted he buy the slightly too big apartment for you since you'd decided not to live in the Stark tower
Though it was a safe building, Tony's enemies often turned their eyes to the occupants and workers in the tower to use as baits or hostages. You didn't want Austin in the picture of said possibility
Though that wasn't the only reason
So you left and cut ties with most of your coworkers and friends from there. Only Tony visited you from time to time. Both of you made sure no one knew that Tony Stark visited (l/n) and her nephew. Austin only knew him as the Tony who always brought gifts
Which were way too expensive, not that Austin knew...
Throughout the day you worked as a 'barista' in a café near Austin's school and at night you worked as a waitress in the restaurant on the lowest floor of the building you lived in
Your new coworkers loved Austin and had bought you some cameras to set up in your apartment. You always turned them on before going downstairs to work. Every fifteen minutes one of the waiters or waitresses would take a peek at the monitor to make sure everything was safe. Now that Austin was older, he sometimes joined you and was allowed to watch how work was done
You were lucky and relieved to have found such good people
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I Found (chapter 8)
Warnings: none really. Some bad language. Maybe a bit of angst. I needed an Esme chapter for character building purposes before I get into the past chapters.
Tagging: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y @hemmyworthy @alievans007
Esme watches him; the way he stands thirty meters away with his arms crossed over his chest and a pair of Ray-bans covering his eyes. He stands out like a sore thumb. A peculiar site among a street crawling with folks in swimsuits and other summer gear. The sun beating down on that simple yet surprisingly stylish black suit, the heat and humidity causing beads of sweat to gather on his forehead, at his temples, and on his top lip. She both envies and feels sorry for him. Envies the fact he hasn't yet seen the real heartache and the real darkness that comes with the job. He hasn't had the demons and ghosts settle in yet.
And that's what makes her sad. Because it is inevitable. Somewhere down the road his eagerness to live up to a legend will lead him in the right direction but into the entirely wrong place. And he won't be the same kid that he is right now. Anxious. Scared to make a mistake. Wanting to impress. Dreaming of the missions of guts and glory and seemingly endless brutality. Right now he finds it glamorous. They all did at one point. But one day he'll wake up and realize just how fucked up it all was. He'll look back on the places he'd been and the things he'd done and he'll wonder why the hell he'd ever been so eager to get into the trenches in the first place.
She'd been there. She WAS there. And it eats at you. It chews you up and it spits you out. And the memories come back so fast and so hard that there's times you pray...beg...that the ground will open up beneath you and swallow you whole.
“You can sit down you know,” she calls to him. She admires the determination. She's sure there's a little bit of fear he'll fuck up and get his ass handed to him because of it. But he's steadfast. A rock. Even if he does look like a secret service agent. “I don't mind. I could use the company.”
He regards her through the dark lenses of his sunglasses. She imagines he looks like a deer caught in the headlights right about now.
“I don't bite,” she assures him. Although her husband would beg to differ. He'd been at the receiving end of more than a few during their often rough and uninhibited love making sessions. Teeth marks like war wounds on his shoulders, neck, even the insides of his thighs.
He takes a step towards her. Then hesitates.
“Are you being serious right now? Look, you're making me extremely nervous right now and people are getting suspicious. If you're going to be watching someone...if you're going to be someone's detail...you have to less conspicuous about it. If there was a bad guy around, they would have made you about ten minutes ago. Sit down. It's hot out. Get into the shade.”
He finally relents. Crossing the promenade in two long strides, unbuttoning his suit jacket before sitting down across from her. A waitress scurrying over to take his order.
“We come here a lot,” Esme says. “It's one of our favourites. The coffee is strong and the food is good and the people watching is A plus. You'd be surprised the weird and funny shit you see when you actually sit back and pay attention. Sometimes I even come here by myself. When Tyler has his own shit to do or he's at the doctor's or at the shrink. He won't let me go with him to those things. He says it makes him nervous. That he's too busy worrying about what he might say and that means he won't actually say it. So the baby and I will come here. Just hang out. Forget about everything else in our lives for a while.”
“Shrink? What...?”
“You talk about wanting to fill those shoes. Believe me, those are shoes that are probably best left empty. Don't go down that road kid. I know you admire him. I know you've heard the stories. You've seen the numbers. And it's impressive and it's bad ass and it's something you want to emulate. I get it. I do. He's my husband and I admire him. But this isn't the life you want. This is not how you want to end up. Because it fucks you up and it haunts you. For the rest of your life. And if you're not strong enough, it will eat you alive. It takes no prisoners. Unless you're prepared for all of that, don't go following down anyone else's path.”
He nods slowly, considering her words. Then smiles at the waitress when she returns with his coffee.
“But that's just words from someone who has been in the game. Who is living with the after effects. So I won't be offended if you tell me to gofuck myself.”
His eyes widen. “I'd never say something like that to you, Mrs Rake.”
She laughs at that. It makes her feel so old; Mrs Rake. It's so mature and so formal and it seems as if it should belong to someone twice her age. But it's who she is now. It is part of her identity. Someone's wife, someone's mother. And they were the two greatest roles she'd ever been fortunate enough to play in her entire life.
“What's your name?” she asks.
“Jason, ma'am. Jason Andrews.”
“Well Jason Andrews, it's nice to meet you. I'm sorry it wasn't under better circumstances. I was a bit more likeable a year ago.”
“I think you're likeable enough just fine, ma'am.”
She laughs, pushing her sunglasses up onto the top of her head. “Ma'am? Just how old do you think I am?”
“My mother always told me to never ask a woman her age or never even gather a guess. I'll have to plead the fifth.”
“You're from the south, aren't you.”
“Yes, ma'am. Just a tad east of North Orleans.”
“I haven't been there in years. University was a wild time. Trips down to Mardis Gras. Back when I had less gray hair and people still called me Miss instead of M''am. It's Esme, by the way. But I'm sure you already knew that.”
He nods in confirmation.
“You can call me by name, you know. It doesn't have to be so formal. This is some unprecedented shit you've gotten yourself mixed up in. I'm pretty sure that means we can move on to first names.”
“Nik has told me a lot about you,” he informs her. “A lot about the both of you. You're from Colorado?”
“Snowmass. About fifteen miles from Aspen. Just a little place. All of twenty five hundred people. Or at least that's what it was when I left. There's probably more now.”
“You haven't been home in a while?”
“I had a place there. A house. A quaint little thing with a porch swing and a fire pit in the backyard. My brother lives there now. With his wife and his kids. He took it over once I decided I wasn't going back. But I haven't been home, home, in just shy of six years. You know, family dinners on a late Sunday afternoon, coffee on my folks' porch, watching my nieces and nephews playing. Life just got away from me. The job just took hold. IT became who I was as opposed to something I did. Life got away from me.”
“Excuse me for saying this, but that's kind of....sad.”
“It is what it is,” she reasons. “Those are the choices I made. I knew there was no going back...truly going back...when I made them. And then I took the job with Nik and I ended up in Dhaka and now...well here I am.”
“Here you are,” he echoes, a sense of sadness creeping into his voice. “You were military?”
“Once. The Marines”
“My older brother is a jar head. A gunnery sergeant. Forgive me for saying this and I mean no disrespect, but you don't seem the type. You don't really fit the picture of what people have when they think of the Marines. And you definitely don't seem to be the type to be involved in the job.”
“I guess that was my greatest weapon of all. People looked at me and would never think...in a million years....that I was capable of doing the things I've done. It's not one size, fits all. There's a lot of us that don't look the part. Sometimes that's good when it comes to the job. You blend in. People aren't suspicious of you. Half the time they don't give you a second glance. It worked in Dhaka. I gained peoples' trust. I got them to open up. It worked until it didn't work. And once that happened...” she sighs. “...well let's just say that it went way worse than anyone expected.”
“I've heard the stories. People like to talk. I'm not sure how many of the things I've heard are actually true.”
“When it went bad, it went extremely bad. It happened so quick. We didn't even have time to catch our breath. One minute we're making friends with the locals and the next we're running for our lives. No one expected it to go as horrible as it did. I mean, you go into things expecting and fearing the worst. But that...” she runs the palms of her hands along the sides of her glass of iced tea. “...that was way worse than anything I ever imagined.”
“And now you're going back.”
“And now I'm going back,” she concedes, and then clears her throat noisily. “Trust me when I say that it isn't a place I thought I'd ever return to. I thought that was behind me. I needed it to be behind me. But want and need are two entities of their own. What my heart wanted and what my brain allowed are two entirely different things. I realize that while I physically put it behind me, mentally I've been hanging onto it. Mentally I never left. If that makes sense.”
“Yes, m'am...Esme...it makes perfect sense.”
She noisily clears her throat, slides the sunglasses back down onto her face. “You have family? Other than an older brother?”
“A younger sister. She's still in high school. She wants to be a nurse.”
“Your folks?”
“Still alive. They've been together since high school. You?”
“My father died when I was a teenager. My mom is still kicking. She remarried a about ten years ago. My step dad's a good guy. Ex Army. He still has the hair cut, the swagger, the stories. We call him The Sarge,” she smiles at that. Fond memories of a man that had come into her life and filled a role that had been missing since those difficult teenage years. “He treats her well. They're happy. They're the disgustingly content retired couple that owns two Harleys, a motor home, and like to visit Graceland. The type that has 'my grand kids are better than yours' bumper stickers. It's been a while since I've seen them...”
Her voice drifts off, recalling all the earlier times. The easier times. When all that mattered was bush parties and hanging out with friends and the fights and good natured ribbing that occurred between siblings.
“...one day I'd like to go back,” she continues “I'd like to see them again. I'd like to sit across the table from Sarge and have him light into me about my tattoos and my piercings. I'd like to sit with my mom on the front porch; sipping sweet tea and eating her homemade peach pie. I'd like to see my little sister graduate from high school. Be the one that takes her to college and helps her move into residence. And I'd especially like to see my brothers and their families again. Hug and kiss my nieces and nephews. Meet the ones I haven't got a chance to.”
“You have a lot?”
“Fourteen,” she confirms. “My brothers wasted no time. They're baby making factories.”
“What about your baby?”
“They haven't met her. At least not in person. I send pictures. We do face time chats. That type of thing. I didn't even tell them I was having a baby until she was almost here.”
“Why not?”
“Things weren't easily explained. Things were messy. Complicated. They were still reeling over the fact that I had run off and gotten married without telling any of them. I'm the first daughter. My mom was super pissed that she didn't get that whole mother of the bride experience. She felt robbed. And I can understand that. It's not an easy pill to swallow. Your first girl running off and meeting some random guy and deciding to settle down in Australia and never coming home. It's a lot for them to digest. And they don't even know the whole truth of it.”
“Why not?”
“Do your parents know about the job? Do they really know about it?”
“Just that I do security detail for a private company.”
“My parents thought I went into business when I left the corps. Because that's what I told them. I told them I was making a career change. One that would have me travelling a lot. It was a half truth, I guess. But they couldn't handle all of it. How do you tell your folks something like that? That your new skill set includes rescuing some and killing others? You don't. You don't tell them that. You make up some shit that will be easier on them. They think I came here on a business trip, met some guy and never came back. That's pretty much it. They know his name, what he looks like, his age. But they think he's in law enforcement. They think he was in an accident and I stayed here to help him through it and this is where I made my life. It seemed so much easier when I first told them all that. Now I realize just how fucked up it actually is. Not that I lied to them. We all lie. Some more than others. But why I had to lie. Why I had to cover it up. It's screwed up. I'm screwed up. This whole thing is screwed up. And you know what the worst part is? There's no easy way out of this. No matter what I tell them or how I tell them, it will be messy. They're going to hear things they don't like. And I'm worried they're going to hate me.”
“Parents could never hate their kids. It isn't in their nature. Could you ever hate your daughter?”
“No. I can't imagine I ever could.”
“Your folks could never hate you. They'd probably be surprised at the truth.”
“Probably? They would be. The truth is stranger than fiction. At least in this situation.”
“But hate you? No. I don't think that could ever happen.”
She stares down at the amber coloured liquid in her glass, tracing a finger tip on the side, making patterns in the condensation.
She hopes he is right.
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Catch Me If You Can (11/?)
298 days. That’s how long Killian Jones was away from a baseball field. It’s less than a year, only part of a season for him, but it might as well have lasted a decade as he alternated between physical therapy and spending an excessive amount of time sitting on his couch.
But then he came back and won the World Series.
It’s something no one saw coming, and it’s certainly not something anyone who knows about his arm would predict. Now it’s a new season with new possibilities, and anything could happen. On-field reporter Emma Swan will be there to cover it all even if she is not his biggest fan right now.
Asking her out live on-air will do that.
Rating: Mature
A/N: I’ve been really working on this behind the scenes and have about 80% of the story finished now. With that being said, if I start posting twice a week (hopefully), do you guys prefer a posting schedule or my usual surprise?
Anyways, this chapter picks up where the last one took off! Thanks for reading, pals ❤️ @resident-of-storybrooke you’re the real MVP ❤️
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Warmth radiates over Emma as her body starts to wake up, her senses slowly coming back to her while she thinks about how comfortable this bed is.
This bed.
That’s not her bed.
It’s a hotel bed.
And not her hotel bed either.
She tries to keep her body from going stiff, tries to keep herself from jumping and running away, but with the way that her heart is beating, it may very well power her into the hallway and up the elevator to her bedroom all on its own. Is she anxious or excited or every single feeling in the world all at once?
Probably that last one. Maybe exclude anger and grief and all of the emotions in whatever sector that is.
Right now, she’s got Killian’s body pressed into hers, cradling her really. She’s never known for people to actually sleep like this, most of them drifting apart to their own sides of the bed, but it seems like they’ve somehow drifted together.
(Her life is kind of resembling a romantic comedy right now, and she’s not sure how she feels about that continuously happening when she’s never been one to be a main character in her own story. Until these past few years, at least.)
A solid chest is molded into her back, a strong arm is wrapped around her stomach with its hand sitting under her sweater against the bare skin of her belly, and a leg that is very much not hers is stuck in between her thighs. That would be nothing if she couldn’t feel Killian’s erection pressing into the crease of her ass, and she can’t decide if that feels good or if she’s ready to get the hell out of Dodge.
(It feels really good.)
Woah. When did she start quoting things about Western movies? Has she ever even seen a Western movie? That’s probably completely beside the point. Her life is apparently a romantic comedy, not a Western.
And maybe a bit of a drama and horror film wrapped all up in one. A new genre altogether.
Killian’s breathing is so steady behind her, the warmth of his breath coming out onto her neck and making a shiver run down her spine, that she knows that he’s still asleep, that he doesn’t know what’s happening. It’s comfortable even if she’s still freaking out a bit, but she’s kind of coming into the idea of letting someone hold her, if only for a little while.
She likes him. They’re…dating, right? Sleeping over and spooning and sharing emotional backstories before making out is totally something that’s normal for people who are dating.
Emotional backstories.
Killian had an awful day yesterday. She thought maybe it was just his pitching, that he was simply having an off day out on the field, and while that was true, she had no idea he was harboring all of that about his parents, his father specifically. For as much information as there is out there on Killian, his family isn’t something many people know about. She didn’t. All she knew was that he had an older brother and these two adorable little nieces.
A dead mom and a deadbeat dad weren’t something she ever really considered.
She doesn’t…she doesn’t have parents, never had that support system, never knew what it was like to be loved by the two people who were supposed to love her more than anything, and as angry and upset and saddened as that makes her, at least she never had any other expectations other than to be let down by them.
With everything they failed at, they’ve always excelled in that particular category.
Suddenly, there’s movement behind her, fingers moving across her stomach and lips moving across her neck in such a soft way that she melts back into Killian so that she can be as physically close to him as possible. All of that fear and anxiousness dissipates, if only for a moment.
“I can practically hear you thinking,” he mumbles into her skin, his voice dark and gravely as heat curls between her thighs. “Do you always wake up and stiffen like a board?”
Do not make a morning wood joke, Emma. Do not.
“I am not stiff,” she weakly protests, trying to let some of the tenseness in her body release as she sinks down against Killian so that her foot runs over his calf. His hand is really warm. “I didn’t know that we fell asleep here last night.”
It’s Killian’s turn to stiffen, but only for a second, before he’s pulling back from her and encouraging her to roll over to face him with a tug of his hand on her stomach. She does, trying not to elbow him or do something else painful, and really hoping that her mascara didn’t run. Oh shit. She still has on her makeup from yesterday. Her skin is going to murder her.
Killian, of course, is unfairly attractive and sleep-rumpled, his hair sticking in several unnatural directions and his beard a little scruffier than usual, red pillow creases marking his face as he smiles at her, a soft little thing that doesn’t quite reach his squinted eyes.
Oh boy is she in trouble with this one.
“Judging by the fact that I didn’t wake up alone, I’m guessing you’re okay with that?”
“I mean, I don’t think I could have gotten out of the strangle hold you put me in without waking you up so…”
She trails off, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and trying to decide what to say. She’s never been good at this morning after stuff. Neal didn’t care for showing affection outside of sex, and with Walsh it always felt…unnatural. And it doesn’t help that the little red mark on Killian’s cheek makes her want to spill her own secrets about her not-so-great family life.
“Swan, what’s going on in that mind of yours this morning?”
“I was,” she starts, her heart practically a jackhammer in her chest at this point. Killian can probably feel it. “I was thinking about how honored I was to have you share your past with me last night, and I was thinking maybe I should tell you about mine too.”
“You don’t have to do that. I didn’t share for you to feel like you have to as well.”
“I know, I know. I just – I want to.”
He nods his head at the same time that his hand flexes against her hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin above her leggings. “If you want to, love.”
“Yeah, yeah, I do.” She takes a deep breath, knowing that it’s not enough and starts. “Well, I told you about Ruth and David and how I love them, but they’re not my biological family or anything. That shouldn’t give me any hang ups, but it does because…because I have trouble thinking of Ruth as my mom when I spent my entire childhood thinking of someone woman I don’t even know that way, which is really fucked up because I do think of David as being my brother and Leo my nephew.”
His brow quirks, “What do you mean?”
“I – I never imagined having any siblings, but when I was in foster care, I always thought about my parents and what they were doing or what they were like. I used to have these crazy dreams about them, you know?”
“Yeah?” Killian reaches over and tucks her hair behind her ear, his fingers light to the touch as her eyes close for one second simply to give herself some time. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. It’s just…I would make up stories for why they had to give me up. Maybe they were superheroes saving the world, so they gave me up for the greater good. Maybe they were doctors or lawyers or something else, and it just wouldn’t work out for them to have a baby. I just don’t know. It’s hard to think of now because in reality, I probably know that they were teenagers who couldn’t raise a baby or maybe a mom in a bad situation that wouldn’t let her keep me. So, it’s probably stupid to have ever thought that they were heroes when all they’ve done is break my heart.”
“Hey,” he soothes, his brows furrowed together, before wiping away the tear that’s fallen onto her cheek. Great. Now she’s crying. She probably looks really sane right now, especially if her mascara is already messed up. “That wasn’t stupid. I would have done the exact same thing. Emma, darling, I can’t pretend to know how it was for you growing up just like you can’t do the same for me, but, if I may be so bold, it’s our parents’ loss for not being in our lives the way they should. I know that I struggle with accepting this myself, but it had nothing to do with us. It had nothing to do with you.”
“Yeah, because I’m a real catch all the time.”
She sniffles, blinking away the new tears that she’s refusing to let fall. This is not at all how this was supposed to go, but she couldn’t not tell him when he’d already shared. She has so much baggage, so many things that she’s going to have to tell him if they keep doing this, and her issues with her parents and the foster system in general are only scratching the surface.
How in the world do people do this? How do they trust someone else to carefully protect the intimacies of their heart and their life, every scar mapped out on a piece of paper handed over in a fragile glass case that is already filled with cracks?
How is she doing some of that right now when sometimes she can’t even talk to David or Ruby, the two people who have been there for her more than anyone else?
What a piece of work.
Or Ruth. The woman who helped change everything for her and who she still sometimes treats like a stranger.
Killian smiles at her, his thumb still tracing her cheekbone so that every touch electrifies her. The soft cocoon that they were in last night, the darkness and blankets surrounding them, has extended until this morning with sunlight filtering through the window, and maybe it can last a little bit longer.
“I know I may be a little biased because you are in my bed and all.” He stops here to waggle his eyebrows across his forehead as she gently pushes him, the smallest of chuckles escaping her. “But I think you are quite the catch. I like that you’re real, that you’re messy. It makes me feel a hell of a lot more normal.”
She scoffs, her chest heaving the slightest bit. “I don’t think you’ll ever be normal.”
“Good. Life is boring that way.” And then he’s leaning forward and slowly, softly, reverently gliding his lips over hers in a caress of a kiss that sends the butterflies in her stomach on a migration path all the way down to her toes. How can she keep doing that for the rest of the day? She’d sign up in a minute No, a second. “We make quite the team, don’t we, love?”
“A couple of real winners, twenty-nine.” All of the sudden, Killian groans, rolling away from her and onto his back as his arm stretches up so that he can pinch the bridge of his nose. “What?” she laughs, propping herself up on her elbow to look down at him as her other hand traces his biceps. She really likes his biceps.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m really rather fond of the whole number nickname thing, but it just reminded me that we have to get our asses out of bed and go to work today.”
Work. She has work today. Killian has work today. Of course they do.
“Why you gotta bring me down like that?”
“Because the world sucks, and I’m evil.” His eyes flutter open, light blue contrasted against tan skin, and a smile stretches from the left side of his lips to the right. Here come those butterflies again. “But I do feel like we have a little bit of time left before I have to go meet the trainer and be at the fields.”
“I have less time than you do.”
“Pity that.”
In a swift movement, Killian twists to the side and moves around the bed until his knees are planted on either side of her thighs and his palms are splayed out next to her head. Every bit of their bodies are close to each other, heat still radiating off of Killian, and she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, anticipation at what this position usually means humming through her body.
She definitely needs to get laid, but she’s not quite ready for that yet. It’s been a long damn time since sex for her involved feelings, and feelings would no doubt be involved here.
A lot of them.
So, making out like teenagers will have to do.
What a tragic life that she lives.
(And she’s definitely feeling a bit of whiplash for how quickly this situation flipped on its head.)
Killian drops his head down, his nose brushing against the dip in her collarbone before he’s biting down, hard, and then soothing his mark with his tongue all the while his scruff scratches against her skin. It took a while to get used to that, to not be irritated by the scratch of a beard instead of the smoothness of bare skin, but she can’t say she minds. Not at all.
What she does mind is that as her hips are arching up into Killian’s, he pulls back and removes his lips from her body.
(She also doesn’t love the whine that just passed through her lips, but that was feeling really damn good.)
“What are you doing?” she groans, looping her hands around the back of his neck and threading her fingers through his hair to pull his lips down closer to hers. “I was enjoying that.”
“As was I.” His voice is hoarse, a little darker than usual, and it reminds her so much of how it was when he woke up that heat curls between her thighs. But no, not ready. “I was simply thinking that maybe we should get breakfast.”
“I’m fine doing this.” Her stomach growls, rather loudly, and she wants to melt into the mattress, especially when Killian’s brow perks up. “Okay, maybe I’m a little hungry. I should probably also brush my teeth.”
“It is the most important meal of the day, and I do appreciate dental hygiene.”
“So, how can we get breakfast if it’s all a secret?”
“Room service, Swan.” He says it like it’s the most obvious statement in the world, and maybe it is, but then he’s lowering his head to briefly kiss her once more and thoughts fly out of her head. “Or we can get some more of your vending machine treats since Ariel pilfered some of them last night.”
“The thief.”
“Shameful.”
“I think I’m okay with room service.”
“Good.”
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“Smile.” Emma holds up the camera to Will Scarlet’s face, a little alien covering his features even as he scowls. “Come on, you’ve got to smile. You guys are crushing it today, and we’re probably only going to be out here for another thirty minutes.”
“What filter do you have on me?”
“It’s an alien.” She snaps a picture and turns the phone around to show him. “See. It’s supposed to be fun, Scarlet. You’re twenty-seven, and you don’t use snapchat or Instagram filters? Are you secretly a grandpa? Come on. I know that Belle uses them.”
He raises a brow, and somehow, she swears it’s even more prominent than when Killian does it. “You follow Belle on Instagram?”
She shrugs her shoulders as there’s a ding of bat against ball and Forester hits a foul into the stands. That’s his third for the day. She should probably be focusing on that, but it’s the top of the ninth and 7-1. There likely aren’t going to be any big developments, and she’s currently trying to get some more fun behind the scenes stuff for her social media by hounding all of the guys in the dugout. Funny filters are a surprisingly big hit, especially when she can get the bigger names like Will and Robin or Eric to do it.
Robin made an adorable dog while Eric’s head went all twisty and his voice got high as she asked him questions about the game and how today differs from yesterday.
(The short answer: every day is different. The real answer: Robin was their starting pitcher instead of Killian.)
“Part of my job. I have to know what’s going on in your lives. Also, she followed me after that night we all hung out in California, and sometimes we comment on each other’s pictures. It’s obviously a true friendship in the making.”
“Obviously. What’s all this stuff for? I thought you just interviewed us and were, like, the super tough Emma Swan who doesn’t take shit from any of us.”
“Well, I am that,” she corrects, swiping through the filters with Will as several people walk by to get their cups of water. It smells horrible in here, and as much as she doesn’t want to admit it, she’s probably contributed to that with how much she’s sweating today. New York’s summer weather can be just awful (and the smell makes it so much worse), but they’re not quite there yet. Down here, though, May might as well be August. “Which is why I’m currently bugging you, but I’ve also been asked to do some of this stuff. You know, fun. You’re literally the funniest person on this team. I figured you’d be all for this. Come on. I’ll find Jones in the locker room afterwards and give him the most unflattering filter there is.”
Will smiles at that as a small bit of laughter passes through his lips. “Okay, but I want you to do the one that turns him into a baby.”
“Deal.”
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“There is an entire plane full of people, and yet I find you sitting in the corner next to the bathroom all by yourself.”
She looks up from where she’s typing out all of her travel expenses (at least the ones she can charge to work anyways) in the form she fills out after every road series, only to see Killian standing above her with a cap pulled low on his forehead like that’s somehow going to disguise the fact that he’s over here talking to her. These guys see him wearing a hat more often than they see him without one, and they’re on a plane. There’s really no hiding away. She would know. That’s what she was trying to do to get some work done, and she’s been found.
“I had to fill out my travel expenses and then get some work done. They’re letting me help out with some of the intro clips for the next few home games.”
“Really? That’s great, love.”
“I know. I’m excited for it.”
He nods his head to the empty seat next to her. “Can I sit?”
Worry circles around in her stomach as she presses up in her seat to look around them. There’s no one for at least four rows, and most everyone seems to be sleeping or watching a movie.
Still. This likely isn’t the best idea. Sneaking away to his hotel room seems simple and innocent enough, but they almost got caught there when behind closed doors. This is right out in the open even if the lights are dimmed to almost blackness.
How in the world do people in all of those books and movies do this secret dating thing? It’s complicated.
Then again, when isn’t it? Ugh, she feels so much like Avril Lavigne right now.
“Is that a good idea?” she worries.
Killian raises his hands. “Just to sit and talk. There will be no funny business.”
“Well, that would require you to be funny to begin with.”
He rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling that million-dollar smile all at the same time. “I’ll have you know that I’m hysterical. Just today I did an entire interview with a filter on my face that made me look like I had a giant forehead and sound like an animated rodent.”
(She couldn’t find the baby filter Will wanted.)
“Just sit down, you weirdo.”
He does, picking up her carry-on bag and placing it in the empty row next to them, before settling down next to her and stretching his seatbelt across his stomach even though the light isn’t on. She bets he’s an insane stickler for rules. It would fit right in with everything she knows about him.
“So,” he murmurs, not-so-slyly looping his calf under hers so that she can feel the warmth of his calf against hers, “is work the only reason you’re hanging out back here alone?”
Does she hate that he already knows him so well, or does she secretly appreciate it?
Is there even an answer to that question?
“I just needed…I needed some time to do some work stuff and decompress. It’s been kind of a heavy few days, and believe it or not, I do have to spend a little time away from people every now and then.”
“What? No? You?” He taps his shoulder into hers, and she closes her laptop, knowing for a fact that she’s not going to get any work done like this. “I thought you were always a people person who always needed to be around others.”
“Ha ha,” she huffs, stretching her feet out as much as she can, “you’re so funny.”
“I thought you just said that I wasn’t funny.”
“Obviously that was sarcasm.”
“So I am funny?”
“No. Wait, what? How did I lose track of this conversation in so little words?”
“I find that my handsome face tends to make people lose their train of thought.”
She twists to the side and pinches the skin of his forearm, leaving it red and angry. The height of maturity. Always. Killian doesn’t even flinch.
“Honesty time?” she asks, leaning her head back and twisting it to the side so that she can look into Killian’s eyes. This is such a familiar sight, so similar to last night and this morning, but it’s all different now. Everything seems to be outside of the safe comfort of a hotel room.
“I like honesty. We seem to be very good at that.”
“Our track record is pretty good in the last twenty-four hours.”
“So,” he nudges, moving his foot underneath hers to move them the slightest bit closer to each other. Her hand itches to reach out for his, but she holds back. “Let’s talk about what’s on your mind.”
Why does the sound of his voice make her want to spill her secrets every single time? He’s like a freaking snake charmer, and she’s fully convinced that snakes should never be charmed. Everyone should stay far, far away from any and all snakes.
But not the charmers.
Not when they seem so genuine.
Her life doesn’t make sense anymore, but she doesn’t really care. Well, no, she does care. She cares a lot, and it’s why she’s about to spurt out some words that she would have never dared say in any other relationship. She never really had to.
“I, um,” she stutters, blinking at him several times as no features on Killian’s face change, his leg a heavy presence against hers, “what are we doing?”
“Talking, I think,” he laughs as a brow raises on his forehead and a smile stretches across his lips. “But I’m guessing you don’t mean at this current moment.”
“Perceptive.”
“You’re an open book.”
“I’ve heard that one before. From you, actually.”
“It’s true. You’re a very fascinating book, though.”
“A regular Harry Potter.”
“Most definitely.” His hand finds hers, something she wanted to do earlier but didn’t, and her eyes do another scan around the plane to make sure no one is paying attention to them under the dimmed lights. She’d honestly be surprised if anyone could even see them, but she doesn’t want to take a lot of chances. “So, tell me, love. I’m all ears.”
“Yeah, little pointed ones.” His lips scowl at that, but she carries on with a sigh. “Okay, okay. I, um, I want to know what we’re doing relationship-wise. I know that seems dumb but I – ”
“It’s not dumb.”
“Can I just sprout all of this information out without you interrupting me because I am going to lose my courage?”
“Yeah, Swan, go.”
“I’m…I like you, okay? You obviously know that because I’ve said it before and I flirt with you and we have some pretty heavy make-out sessions, which are nice, by the way.” Killian nods his head in agreement, his lips twitching in the corners, but he doesn’t say anything. A man of his word. Or…non-word. “But there’s obviously an emotional connection too. We’re dating without anyone knowing, testing the waters or whatever, and we shared…a lot last night and this morning. A lot of stuff that I don’t talk about that often, and I have so much more shit in my life. I just – ”
How the hell does she say this?
“You want to know if we’re dating other people.”
“What a time to interrupt me.”
“You didn’t say anything for forty-seven seconds. And that’s only after I started counting.”
She chuckles, unable to help herself, and leans down to bury her face in his shoulder, breathing in the strong scent of his cologne and whatever detergent it is that he uses.
“I…trust you. I do, but I have to ask. I’ve been burned pretty badly in the past by other guys, and I know that you kind of have a…history of dating several women at once.”
She is an asshole for even bringing that up, but she had to. And he didn’t flinch away from her or untangle their fingers, so that has to be a good sign, right?
“I’m not that guy anymore, and I promise one day I’m going to explain it all to you. I need some time, though. As much as I love sharing all of this with you, we’re in the early stages of a relationship. I think we have all of the time in the world to get into the lives we’ve lived when all I’m really interested in is making you laugh or getting you on the big screen while you’re eating a hot dog.”
“No,” she groans, laughter bubbling up in her stomach. “Stop that. It’s not even funny. You’ve seen me eat. I’m not an attractive eater.”
“I think you’re pretty attractive when you’re eating a hot dog, if you catch my drift.”
“I hate you for making that joke.”
“Oh, come on, you don’t hate me for it. You’re probably hoping that my bedroom humor is a little bit better than that though.”
“Wasn’t even going to go there.”
“How could you not?”
“Good point,” she laughs, leaning her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes, the fatigue of the trip and the day finally starting to hit her. “I didn’t eat dinner, and a hot dog is actually sounding really good right now.”
“So many jokes I could make about that sentence.”
“I know. That’s why I said it.”
“I knew I liked you for a reason.” Killian sighs, and she can feel it in the movement of his chest. “I’ve got to move back to my spot up with the guys and Ariel, but I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Sounds good to me.”
There’s some shuffling around, the click of Killian’s seatbelt, and then warm lips against her temple as he gets up and she tries to calm the quick beat of her heart to fall asleep for the rest of the plane ride home.
-/-
It’s far past midnight when she gets back to her apartment, the wind howling and the rain coming down outside, and she very quietly tries to get inside so as not to wake up Graham and Ruby only to find Ruby sitting on the floor of their kitchen painting her toenails. What else would someone be doing on Sunday night…or really, Monday morning?
“Rubes? Why are you up?”
“I was waiting for you.”
“I’m a big girl. I can get home on my own.”
“I know, I know,” she sighs, twisting the cap on her red polish and standing up from the floor so that she can wrap her arms around Emma and completely and totally smothering her with her hug. “I have missed you. Do you know what it’s like to only live with a man?”
“Do you mean your boyfriend?”
“Yes,” Ruby groans, squeezing her more. “I love him so much and will probably marry him one day, but he does not enjoy my trashy TV shows or how much my period sucks.”
“You know for a fact that Graham loves your trashy TV shows. He always knows the latest gossip.”
“This is true. I’ve mostly just been bored at work.”
“There it is,” Emma laughs, pulling back from the hug and taking a step back so that she can breathe. “You want to catch me up on everything tonight or wait until we’re on the clock tomorrow?”
“Oh, on the clock. Who are you even kidding? Why talk for free when we can get paid for it?”
“My entire life philosophy.”
“So,” Ruby nudges, bending down to pick up her nail polish bottle, “anything interesting happen in Florida?”
Heat immediately rises to Emma’s cheeks, the red only hidden by the dim lighting in their kitchen (how was Ruby painting her nails in this?), and she has to get better at this whole blushing thing when Ruby doesn’t mean anything by her question. This is simply what they do when they’ve been apart. Texts can’t cover everything, not the way that an in-person conversation can.
“Nope. Not a thing.”
Everything, actually.
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Idk how u feel about ~taboo stuff but honestly, dark uncle tony needs to be written more. But maybe in a hate-fic way? Like tony doesn’t care that he’s fucking his nephew and they’ve never gotten along and they both annoy each other and tony says rude shit about peter at family gatherings, really picks on him too much just to piss the kid off and then corners him in a separate room and fucks the life out of him while everyone has family movie night in the living room.
I kinda change it a little bit, and sorry for the bad smut
Warning: dubcon(Peter never specifically says yes but his attempts to stop Tony stop), no aftercare, possessive!Tony, bad smut, incest(uncle/nephew)
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Tony was unaware of the hickeys and marks Peter has under all of his clothing when he first walks in to his brothers house for the family reunion. He ignores Peter at the start, mingles and talks with other family members, but he watches the boy closely- he always does. It’s only when Peter is talking to his mother and he tilts his head slightly does Tony see, they peak up from his shirt only a little but he spots them nonetheless and his fingers tighten on the whiskey filled glass he has in his hand.
Tony thought that Peter may have been spiting him. They don’t get along anymore, not like they used to when Peter was younger and much smaller. He knows it wasn’t Peter’s fault that their good relationship fell apart and became a bad one but Tony wishes it was, he wishes Peter would be a brat and give him a reason to justifiably hate the boy so Tony could then blame him instead of his selfish desires for the boy turning into hatred.
But, Tony thinks, they aren’t selfish because Peter wants him too, at least he did the last time he was visiting, and Tony is able to take. Still though, that doesn’t stop him from regularly insulting Peter behind the boys back, which he knows Tony does, with other family members who think that his brother and Mary’s son is “just a devil in disguise”. Tony laughs at another comment someone makes about the boy and thinks that maybe it’s the fact that people don’t know- that Tony can’t make it known that Peter is his and only his and when he glances back at Peter and can still see the hickeys peek out from under his shirt he knows it’s exactly that.
“I heard he’s going to MIT for college” A relative says offhandedly and Tony’s smile wavers just a bit.
“He is?” Tony replies.
“He is,” They confirm, “I’m surprised he’s even smart enough to get in though”
They laugh before Richard comes out with his wife beside him and announces their starting the family movie. Tony doesn’t join them though, instead he slips away and quietly finds his way towards Peter’s room where he knows the boy is. He knocks once before he enters the young mans room and sees the boy laying on his side, eyes closed.
“So,” Tony starts, “MIT? kinda far don’t you think?”
Peter hums but keeps his eyes closed meanwhile Tony hears the movie start and decides to move. The bed creaks when Tony sits himself down on it. He takes a look at Peter again and is reminded of the whole reason he’s angry and felt the need to come in here.
“Who gave you the hickeys, Pete?”
Peter tries jolt upwards from the bed but Tony hovered above him already and kept him from doing so.
“Get off, Uncle Tony”
Tony ignores the youngers plead in favor of trying to take Peter’s shirt off but the boy pushes the older mans hands off him and Tony sighs, displeased.
“Tell me who the hickeys are from and I’ll consider?” He says.
“I hate when you do this, leave me alone” Peter mutters staring into Tony’s eyes with defiance and the most noticeable, hate. It doesn’t matter though, Tony thinks, he always gives in.
“Hate when I do what?” Tony feigns innocence.
Peter narrows his eyes and Tony wonders how far he can push the boy before he’ll have to pin him down and forcefully keep him on the bed. It turns out only a few seconds before Tony has to grab Peter’s tiny wrists and pin them above the boys head.
“You were so eager last time,” Tony recalls, “so eager for my cock to fuck you and so eager to please me. What happened to that baby boy?”
“Shut up!” Peter hisses but he’s hard beneath his pants and if his uncle weren’t pinning him down he could fix that.
“Take your shirt off,” Tony orders and let’s Peter’s wrists go as well as lifts his weight off the boy and off the bed to get out of his clothes.
Peter does as he says while Tony continues to take his clothes off. Tony stops at his underwear and is pleased when he turns back to see that Peter took off more than his shirt and stripped down to his boxers as well. He climbs back on the bed and slots himself between Peter’s legs, without resistance this time.
“I’m not going to give you what you want until you tell me who the hickeys are from, Peter” Tony says and he can see the hickeys and how many there are now with Peter’s shirt off but he keeps his calm despite the urge to cover the hickeys with his own marks.
“Flash-!” Peter says in a needy, high-pitched voice, “-Flash Thompson”
“Good boy”
Tony decides take care of Flash later after he’s done with Peter and the boy is to worn out to care where Tony’s going. He slips Peter’s underwear off him, revealing his tiny cock, and throws it on the floor. He does the same for himself, throwing his boxers on the floor with Peter’s.
“Please touch me please-”
“Where’s your lube?” Tony interrupts the boys begging.
Peter points to the drawer beside his bed and Tony let’s their cocks touch when he reaches over and digs into the drawer until he finds the small bottle.
“You’re lucky I’m even using lube Peter,” Tony says and a bit of his anger finally creeps out, “I’m not going to prepare you, you don’t deserve it”
Peter’s body turns stiff at his words and Tony’s prepared to drop the bottle of lube in his hand in favor of keeping Peter on the bed but the boy doesn’t move and Tony continues to open the bottle and squirt some of the lubrication onto his hand then proceeds to cover his cock in it.
“Be a good nephew and don’t be too loud, okay?” Tony lines his cock up with Peter’s hole.
Peter nods silently and Tony looks into the boys eyes and sees the evident fear. He should be scared, Tony thinks and with a snap of his hips buries his cock inside Peter’s tight hole, quick to cover the boys mouth.
He moans at the tight heat and pulls back out to thrust back in and continue to repeat the action. Tony wonders if he tore the boy and a dark part of him hopes he did- hopes he will because it’s what Peter deserves after letting someone touch what’s so rightfully his.
“You’re such a good fuck, Pete” Tony moans and he continues to thrust in and out of Peter.
Tony focuses on Peter’s neck. He focuses on all the hickeys that aren’t his doing and his mouth finds its way to Peters chest then upwards towards his neck marking and sucking on Peter while he drives his cock in and out of the boys hole.
Peter writhes under Tony and the older man gets off on the younger boys muffled moans, he wants to savor them- and savor Peter but he knows he’s close and with one more thrust he buries himself inside Peter and cums. He pulls out slowly so to not let his cum escape from Peter’s hole. Tony notices Peter hasn’t cum yet but he doesn’t bother with getting him off instead he puts his clothes back on and leaves.
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Sansa + Podrick
( Summer Romance Modern AU)
Sansa Stark had spent her entire life chasing an image of a man that only existed within the pages of her novels. Men who were kind, gentle and brave. Men who loved with tenderness and soft security. Who loved unconditionally.
Men who she’d discovered didn’t seem to exist.
On her quest for the love she craved, she had met only cleverly disguised cruelty. Her handsome prince turned out to be a sadist, her blue-eyed bastard who she saw the best in, had only left her with scars. She had been battered and bruised chasing that image.
Sansa Stark had grown to believe that a love she craved was too much to ask for.
Now, as she returns to Winterfell Manor from Red Keep University the summer after her Junior year, she’s pretty much given up on love completely. Learned to believe that a kind good love just wasn’t in the cards for her and would remain within the confines of her beloved fiction.
She was surprised to find that her fellow siblings have found what she had been dreaming of since she was a little girl. The right kind of love.
Her eldest brother, Robb, had fallen into the arms of one Margarey Tyrell who seemed to make him better and happier. Jon had Daenerys, a woman Sansa figured she hate but had soon come to form a strong bond with through their shared trauma. She understood her pain and never judged her for it. Both their exes had left their fair share of marks and Dany had this way of reassuring her that the abuse didn’t have to define her. That she could find genuine love, like she did with Jon. Sansa wanted to believe her. A small part of her did.
Even Arya and Bran had found people. Gendry was nice and he and Arya argued like an old married couple. Sansa called them cute once and Arya shot her a look of disgust before her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her waist. She could still think they were cute, even if her sister would detest her saying it aloud.
Bran had found comfort in his best friend’s brother, Jojen Reed. She hadn’t even known he was into guys until they showed up, hand in hand. Then again, he was never really the type to share much about himself. That and the fact that they were never that close as kids.
She liked Jojen though, Bran seem more alive in his presence. He actually got him to respond to the world around him and she hadn’t seen her brother seem so happy since before the accident.
It seemed like it was just her and Rickon now.
Until it wasn’t.
She didn’t even know thirteen year olds could have relationships. The Stannis and his family came over for dinner one night and he caught Rickon and Shireen holding hands under the table when she moved to get the fork she dropped.
Sansa was the last Stark who wasn’t in love. She tried not to dwell on it but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t hate it.
And then, came him.
Her mom, Catelyn had made partner at her law firm and with the extra money she decided to hire some help around the house. Brienne’s nephew came to work for them as a groundskeeper. She had met Podrick Payne once before and she was not impressed. Not even in the slightest.
She remembered him being aloof and always with this goofy grin on his face. He seemed to stumble throughout life, like a newborn deer. He had a crush on her when they were kids, an awkward crush and Sansa had made it a point to avoid him ever since.
She doubted anything had changed so without actually interacting with him, she decided to avoidance was the best route. The last thing she needed was to deal with some helpless, love-struck man baby who wouldn’t leave her alone.
Sansa had successfully remained ignorant to his presence for the first few days and it was a pretty proud accomplishment might she add. And then she actually saw him, sweaty and shirtless outside of her bedroom window as he mowed through the lawn.
And something inside her, stirred. Awoken like a bear in hibernation.
Podrick Payne...was hot.
Gods, she felt like a fucking cliche watching him from her bedroom window.
He had lost his baby weight, grew out his hair and had a beard.
She had never pictured Podrick Payne with a beard. She never even thought he could grow one. Nor did she think he’d ever.
She hadn’t thought he’d fill out the way he had either. He had strong arms, really strong arms. He didn’t have abs but his stomach was flat and his chest, covered a little bit in hair.
She bit her lip as she watched him, she actually bit her lip like some silly school girl seeing an attractive man for the first time.
Podrick must’ve sensed her gaze and looked up in her direction. Sansa’s eyes widened when he waved at her. Fuck, she probably looked like some random creep.
She didn’t wave back, just closed the curtain swiftly and ignored the churning in her stomach as she sat back down on her bed.
Was she-Was she just thirsting over Podrick Payne?
Podrick. Fucking. Payne!
After that, Sansa avoided him for an entirely different reason.
Yet she couldn’t avoid the Summer Harvest. A religious holiday that people just used as an excuse to eat good with their families and friends. Her mother, ever the socialist, invited Brienne and her family along with a few others.
Podrick sat directly across from her and Sansa hated to admit that he made her nervous. She wasn’t an anxious person yet here she was and this was Pod for crying out loud. He cried when he stepped over a snail in Kindergarten. Why was she nervous over Podrick?
After Dinner, Sansa just wanted to disappear but if she left, it’d spark some kind of suspicion amongst her family members and friends. The last thing she wanted to do was explain her crush and she was a shitty liar.
By the luck of some very unforgiving gods, the very subject of her anxiety approached her. She felt her stomach flip when he smiled the same cheeky little grin that made her want to throw sand on him when they were kids.
“Hi.” He dug his hands into his pockets and Sansa felt her cheeks turn red. He was so cute and he didn’t even know it.
“Hi.” She couldn’t remember the last time her voice had been so soft. Or high.
“You uh, you look nice.”
“Thank you, you uh, you look tall.”
Tall? What? What did she just say?
“I meant, you look taller. Taller than the last time we met.” she fumbled out as Podrick stared at her, a small smile playing at his lips.
“Yeah well, puberty I guess.”
And Sansa laughed, a little too loudly but it made Pod smile and it was nice. Talking to him after that was nice to. Easier than she thought. Podrick listened and only spoke when he felt it necessary but Sansa didn’t mind. She actually preferred it.
It was comforting.
After the harvest, she found herself around Podrick more than she ever thought she would be. Sansa talked to him while he worked the weeds, ignoring the way his shirt clung to him and the way his muscles flexed as he did so. She helped him when he worked in the greenhouse, admiring the difference of how firm he was with the weeds and how gentle he was with the roses.
Then it happened. The moment.
The moment where the both reached for the watering can at the same time. Their hands touched and shivers ran up her arm and down her spine.
Podrick turned to her and the look in his eyes, the shift in the atmosphere scared the living shit out of her. He was going to kiss her, she knew it.
“I have a midterm to write!” She screamed suddenly, taking Podrick by surprise as he pulled away from her.
She didn’t wait for him to answer before running away like a frightened school girl. It was summer vacation, mid terms were half a year away. That was by far, the worst excuse she could have ever come up with.
She avoided him for a week after that. Mentally tormenting herself for her freak reaction.
What was wrong with her?
Podrick was cute.
He was kind and he made her feel safe.
And he made her laugh, without even really trying. Nobody has ever made her laugh the way he has.
He was everything she had ever truly wanted and she freaked out when he tried to kiss her.
She was so stupid. Gods, how could she face him again after this?
She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.
Summer would be over soon. Six measly weeks and then she would never have to face him or her actions again. She could do it.
After the first day, she actually believed it. She doesn’t know if it was her or if it was Podrick but she didn’t care, only thanked the gods.
And then, the second day came.
There was a dinner that was way too romantic for her taste. She felt like the third wheel amongst her family and by the time appetizers’ came out, she had found some flimsy excuse to go home.
He was there, in the greenhouse. She knew he worked tonight and that he probably would be nurturing the winter roses Daenerys brought from Dragonstone which needed to be tended to at night. Her plan of avoiding him slipped her mind as she but she’d be lying if she made her way over to the crystal building.
She wanted to see him and that also scared the living shit out of her.
He must’ve heard her heels clicking on the sidewalk because he turned to her, stepping from the greenhouse and into the moonlight.
Shit, why was was he so cute?
“I know I freaked out yesterday bu-”
He didn’t let her finish before closing distance between the two of them with four short strides. The feeling of his hands on her waist halted her words in her throat as he pulled her gently into him. Her stomach dropped and her legs wobbled but he held her steady.
“I just, can I kiss you? Just once.”
She nodded, not able to form coherent thoughts as his lips pressed against her own. They were soft and Sansa melted into him. The once feverish kiss turned passionate as her arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled her into him even more. Her mind was hazy as her fingers moved to entangle themselves in his hair.
Thunder crackled above them but neither cared enough to pull away.
Only when soft droplets of rain fell on their skin did she and Podrick finally move away from each other. Foreheads resting on the other’s as they breathed in sync.
She couldn’t believe it, she had kissed Podrick Payne in the rain like some kind of Disney movie. And she still wanted to kiss Podrick in the rain so she did. Closing the gap once again, a smile playing on her lips as she lost herself in the moment and him, especially him.
The cold they both got a week later was so fucking worth it.
Suprisingly, she and Podrick worked. It wasn’t just some fleeting kiss, it became so much more. They explored Winterfell Manor together. Stealing kisses in the nooks and crannies of the old noble home. They went on a few day trips together, sometimes just to drive and find the most secluded clearing to have picnics in. He took her hiking and she took him to art museums.
They worked and falling in love with him was a natural occurrence that summer.
By the end of it, Sansa came to the conclusion that maybe she had it wrong before. That maybe kind, brave and gentle men didn’t just belong in her novels. Maybe they were just clumsy frogs who needed time to blossom into the handsome prince, or in her case, the cute groundskeeper who made her feel safe and happy. Really happy.
#issa drabble i think#might be too long#podrick x sansa#sansa stark#podrick payne#podsa#podrisa#sandrick#sayne#idk the ship name#house stark#got fanfic#podsa fic#background ships#gendrya#jonerys#robbaery#shireen x rickon#rickeen#bran x jojen#brojen#robb x margaryey#jon x daenerys#gendry x arya
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New York Bound
Chapter 4
Everything pretty much goes to shit in this chapter
Triggers: Physical Abuse, Swearing, Head Injury, Fight
New Words: /
Word Count: 2,876
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"Cat! Cat! Wake up!" I opened my eyes slowly and propped myself up on my elbows as I wiped some sleep away.
"Wha---What's up?" I asked, bleary-eyed.
"Fletcher didn't come back last night."
"Shit!" I bolted upright and whacked my head on the bottom of the bunk above me. I held my head and swing my legs down off the bed. "What happened to him?"
"No one knows! I've asked around, but no one can figure out where he is!" I hunched over - still holdin' my head - and leaned on my knees while sittin' on the bed, Tommy Boy sat down next to me.
"Shit...shit...shit!" I whispered. The Jordan Brothers must have him. "Ok...shit!" I said out loud.
"What?" He asked, his face lined with worry.
"Nothing...I'm just worried. I need to make sure he's alright..." Tommy lifted his arms and wrapped them around my shoulders. He pulled me into a hug and kissed my head where I whacked it. I could feel a bruise formin' and I was grateful that Tommy kissed it gently.
"I get it...He's probably still at Alice's place...He'll be ok, it's Fletch..."
"Yeah...He'll be fine..." I reassured myself, but it was just for show...I knew what was really goin' on, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him what was really happening...
"Ok...I'm gonna go get dressed, then we can go out selling..."
"Oh remember the new rule...Can you remind people about the new sellin' groups? Thank you, baby..." He nodded and stood up. He walked back to his bunk and got dressed, remindin' people as he went.
A couple of people rolled their eyes but didn't make a stink about it.
Thank god...
I stood up and pulled my clothes and shoes out from under my bed. I brushed the thin layer of dust off them and got dressed slowly. I wasn't in the right frame of mind for anythin' today. I couldn't even start my new book last night, I just couldn't focus on it at all...
I tied up my shoelaces and waited for the distribution bell to ring.
"Hey Cat..." Lucky came up to me.
"Hey Lucky. You sleep alright? How you farin' without Smalls...?" I asked.
"I...I don't know...I'm kinda alright I guess..." She trailed off and we stood around awkwardly. Then the bell rang.
Saved by the bell.
Everyone made their way down the stairs, but no one laughed, or shouted, no one talked above a whisper...Everyone could tell somethin' was wrong.
There was uncertainty laced with anxious tension in the air.
I was the last out the Lodging House and I closed the door behind me. I turned around to see Robin, Lucky and Tommy Boy waitin' for me.
"You didn't have to wait for me guys," I said.
"Are you ok?" Tommy Boy asked.
"Yeah, my head just hurts is all..." I replied. That wasn't the full reason, but I didn't want to go into it...
"Maybe you should stay here for today, you don't look too good." He suggested.
"I said I'm fine." I snapped. I immediately regretted it. His face changed. His eyes softened and he lowed his hands. His shoulders slumped and he sighed slightly.
"I---I'm sorry Tommy. I...I'm just not with it today..." He nodded. "I'm sorry," I said as he walked off.
"Shit!" I muttered again. I ran and caught up with him.
"Tommy!" I grabbed his shoulders and make his turn to face me. I didn't let go when he tried to walk away from me again. "Look, I'm sorry."
He rolled his eyes. "You say that a lot Cat. But are you really sorry?"
"Yes! I am! I'm so sorry." I let go of his shoulders and he didn't walk away. "I'm just stressed. There's some shit goin' on with our allies and the Jordan Brothers and Mr Fink and The Foreman and the Workhouses. And my period started last night and I hit my head and I think I'm gonna throw up and I'm so sorry that I snapped at you but---"
"Wait what?"
"What?"
"You said there's shit happenin' with the Workhouses..."
"Oh...yeah...I...didn't mean to say anything..."
"Tell me. What's goin' on Cat?"
I yanked my hat off my head and stuffed it into my trouser pocket. I raked my hands through my hair and blew air out through my cheeks in one long breath. My stomach was full of spiders and it really didn't help my sick feeling. My hands shook slightly, but I couldn't understand why...
"Ok...ok, ok, ok," When I lowered my hands to my sides, he took them in his and squeezed them. It grounded me and kept me from havin' a full-blown panic attack.
"Ok...the Jordan Brothers, Mr Fink, The Foreman and the Workhouses have been arrestin' kids and lockin' them up. None of them have been able to get out and no one knows why."
"Fuck...That...is...really not good." He said. His breathin' got faster, but not out of control. He was still panickin' slightly and this time it was me squeezin' his hands to keep him grounded.
"That can't be legal..."
"Nothin' those bastards do is legal."
"So that's why we have the new rules, and why you opened the emergency room..."
I nodded. "Yeah, I also told everyone to take somethin' to defend themselves. Some of the older guys took knives and brass knuckles. They also sorted out their sellin' groups and I'm pretty sure everyone hates me now." I took one of my hands away, checked that I had my knife in my waistband, and put it back in its place holdin' Tommy's free hand.
"That's not true."
"Really?"
He didn't answer. I clenched my jaw and nodded, turnin' away slightly.
"Exactly."
"Well, I don't hate you. I couldn't love you more."
"I love you too." I let go of one of his hands and we walked to the distribution gates. I thought we were goin' to be really late, and we were, but no one was buyin' their papers anyways...
"Hey Cat! Get over here!" I heard someone shout from across the distribution square.
I let go of Tommy's hand and ran over. "Hey Lucky. What's up? Why's no one gettin' their papers?"
"The Jordan Brother's ain't there." She pointed up to the window and I turned around to get a proper look.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"I don't know...I don't wanna know..." I turned back around.
"Fink ain't there either."
"Shit..." I took a deep breath in. "Well, we gotta get out papers either way."
"Ok." I walked back to Tommy Boy and Lucky yelled across the square. "Ok guys! Let's just get our papers and get the hell outta here."
~ Meanwhile at the Lambeth Workhouse ~
The Foreman placed his thick, scarred forearms on his ornate desk, his fingers interlaced in front of him and his back straightened. His shoulders set and he had a dangerous air about him.
Despite the confident façade, his left foot tapped so quickly it almost sent vibrations through the wood flooring.
He stared straight ahead at the 3 men cowering before him. His jaw clenched, his eyes hard.
"We've paid the substitute distributors for such short notice."
"Yeah, it came out of my salary..." Joey mumbled. His older brother stamped on his foot for talking out of turn and he looked back down at the floor, staring intensely at a nail sticking out of the wood.
Mr Fink coughed to cover up his nephew's mistake, and waited for the signal to carry on talking. It came when the Foreman nodded once.
"We've managed to arrest 10 more kids from...uhhh...Brent, Tower Hamlets and Southwark."
"Poor kids..." Joey whispered again, shaking his head slightly. He thought he kept his voice quiet enough, but not quite.
Mr Fink turned around, saw Dan cuff his brother on the back of the head, then cleared his throat again and turned back to the Foreman, anger blazing in his eyes.
He was a hair's breadth away from losing his temper and he always had a very short fuse...especially after a few drinks.
He kept his anger down and kept talking. "We've decided to take you up on your offer."
The Foreman raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"We're going to get the Barnes' kid. Today. Even if it's the last thing we do on this earth. The kid for 20 pounds."
Joey scoffed. He remembered the rules a fraction of a second late.
"Have you got something to say to me?" The Foreman lifted his chin slightly, and his foot stopped tapping.
The boy stayed silent.
"Well? Speak up!"
"I just..." He looked over at his brother. He could see it in Dan's eyes.
The message: 'Don't do this Joey!'
"I just...think we've got enough kids now...I don't see why we have to...keep...hurting them..." The Foreman stood up, his chest swelling. "They're just kids!"
The man walked around his desk, his steel-toed boots falling heavily on the floor. He came to a halt in front of Joey. He towered above the boy and he wished he'd stayed silent.
No one in the office dared to even breathe.
You could almost hear Joey's heart pounding in his chest.
"Joey." The Foreman rumbled in a low, threatening voice.
"Yes, sir."
"Either you find a way to keep arresting those kids...or you find a way to get out of a sack at the bottom of the Thames."
"Yes, sir." He swallowed, despite the dry feeling in his mouth, and rubbed his hands together behind his back.
The Foreman stepped away and Mr Fink lunged forwards.
Dan had to dive out of the way as quickly as he could so that he could dodge the backhand slap that inevitably found its mark on Joey's cheek.
The boy cried out and was reminded of his place.
"Get out. Your uncle and I need to have a little chat."
Dan and Joey left the office as quickly as they could and Joey's eyes pricked with tears. His brother stormed off down the corridor, but Joey stood outside the office. One tear streaked down his red cheek and he wiped it away.
"Hey. Come on! You wanna be here when they get out of there?" Dan called from the end of the hallway.
Joey shook his head and ran down the hallway. He got to the end and Dan put an arm around his shoulders.
"Why did you speak up, Joe?"
"I don't know...Those kids don't deserve what we're giving them."
"I know." Dan sighed. "But we're too young to do anything about it. We're basically nothing to them."
"Come on! You're 19! That's old enough to do...I don't know...something!"
"Yeah, but..."
"But what?" Joey stopped on the bottom of the 3 steps of the workhouse entrance.
"You're still to young to move out," Dan replied from the top.
"I'm 17! That was old enough for mum to have you! Why can't we just---"
"Yeah, well mum's not here anymore!" Dan all but yelled.
Joey took a sharp breath in and tears reformed in his eyes. He tried to blink them away, but images...horrific images...of their mum flashed before him.
"I'm sorry. Look, we can't do anything about it. Let's just get one more and be done with it." Dan shook his head and looked down. He scuffed his foot on the floor.
"Ok. I'm sorry."
"It's ok."
~ In the office ~
"My client in New York is expecting another delivery within the next month." The Foreman sat back behind his desk. He span around and glared down at the city through his window.
Behind him, Mr Fink fidgeted with his hat. "And they will get it." He assured nervously.
The Foreman nodded.
"Sir...The Mayor is getting suspicious of your...dealings and agreements."
"Don't use large words, Fink. You only sound stupid."
"Did you hear me, sir? The Mayor wasn't born yesterday. He's noticing things."
"Let him." The Foreman commented nonchalantly.
"You're not gonna do anything about it? About him?"
"The deals between myself and my client will be closed within the next 2 months. Let him investigate. I shall be destroying any and all evidence tying myself to anything remotely deviant." He rose from his chair. "I won't need to do anything about him."
~ Back with Cat and Tommy Boy ~
The coins jingled in my pockets when I jumped down from my box and counted how many papers I had left.
'21 left...'
I put my free hand into my left pocket and rhythmically ran my thumb over one of the coins, the cold metal groundin' me. Through the day, I had become easier and easier to scare, which was growin' increasingly annoyin' since I was also zonin' out easier.
I put my remainin' papers on the box I'd just jumped off and lowered my head. I rubbed the back of my neck with my right hand.
I tipped my head all the way back since there weren't any people around yet. I had about 5 minutes before the dock workers swapped their shifts.
I looked around and saw Tommy Boy about 30 feet away, near the union office and the pub. He called over to me and I waved back half-heartedly. He wasn't smiling. Neither was I.
I needed a break. I needed to sit down.
I shoved my papers off the box, not carin' if they flew away, and sat down. I had enough money for the day anyway...
5 minutes. That's all I need.
I took a couple of deep breaths in and before I knew it, the clock on the front of the union office tolled out 12 times and a hoard of men came floodin' up from the lower platforms of the docks.
I stood up again and was immediately lost in the sea of men. I scrambled around to salvage some of my papers.
'Why the fuck did I push them off the box? I'm so stupid! That was the worst thing I could possibly have done...'
I managed to save about 10 and sold them as quickly as I could.
"Cheers girly!"
"Thanks."
"Just chuck it 'ere!" A few of the men shouted to me.
A few coins fell out of my hand when I sold the last of my papers. I was strugglin' to hold them. The workers had been quite generous today.
I dropped to my knees to pick them up, but when I came back up, a hand closed over my mouth and I was dragged backwards.
No one noticed.
No one noticed because the crowd of men for the next dock shift was weavin' their way through the clusters of men from the previous shift and no one could see me anyway.
I was dragged backwards until I was thrown to the ground. I crashed into some metal bins and I figured out where I was.
I was in the side alley of the Hook and Tackle pub. I then realised who took me there.
Dan and Joey Jordan.
I scrambled to my feet and ripped my knife out of my waistband. I gripped it tight as I looked from one brother to the other.
"What do you want?" I asked. I knew exactly what they were doing. They had come to take me to the Workhouse.
"Please just come with us," Dan replied, not answerin' my question.
"We don't wanna hurt you." Joey rubbed his arm slowly.
I jerked my head in Joey's direction. "Nice shiner." Pointin' out the bruise on Joey's right eye.
He clenched his jaw slightly and took half a step back.
"I'm not comin' with you." I turned back to Dan.
"You don't understand. We have to do this...They'll kill us if we don't."
"Not my problem."
"If you don't let us take you...they'll kill you anyway." Joey looked at me, pleadin' with his eyes.
I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could get anythin' out, Tommy came sprintin' around the corner into the alley with brass knuckles on his fist.
"Get away from her!"
"Tommy wait---" He punched Joey hard in the jaw and he went down to the ground. He spat out some blood while I was frozen in place.
Tommy aimed a punch at Dan's head, but he dodged and managed to get Tommy into a headlock.
"Get off him! Please!" I cried as he struggled against the much stronger 19-year-old.
"Come with us!"
"No!" Dan sighed and nodded to Joey who had got to his feet by that time.
With remorse in his eyes, Joey punched Tommy on the side of his head and he went limp. Dan let go of him and he crumpled on the ground.
"Tommy." I choked out. I knelt down next to him and looked up at the two men standin' above me.
"I can't go. My newsies...I can't go. Please don't." I begged.
The last thing I saw was Dan Jordan's foot rapidly fallin' towards my head.
My body slumped over Tommy's and we were both carried to the Workhouse van waitin' for us.
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A/N I hope that wasn’t too bad! Once again, thanks for reading! Please like and reblog! It would mean so much to me
#newsies fanfiction#newsies#gingers-writing-blog#new york bound chapter 4#tommy boy#tommy boy newsies
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Order 66 - Survival lays in your ability of faking your death
Where when Oder 66 is put into action the Jedi put a contingency plan into action. Those who we're still alive would fake their deaths and go into hiding. Where as the most go into deep hiding, there are those who tend to hide into more plain sight.
Like Mace Windu for example. After his fell through that window and the seperation of both his hands feel into the deeper levels of Coruscant was nursed back to health by a blackmarket doctor. Now he's a nursery teacher, has grown an impressiv beard and wears clothes that got out of style twenty years ago, and „he is obviously not Mace Windu, Lord Vader. What are you talking about? That's Maceroy Winter, he's the nursery teacher of my daughter“. Maceroy Windu is followed everywhere by his green furless yappermonkey Yado, the mascot and most beloved pet. „He can't be Master Yoda, Emperor, he's obviously just a green, furless yappermonkey from on of the moons of yavin. See we have his papers right here“. Yado the green yappermonkey was registered with the Coruscanti petpatrol ten years ago. And besides everyone knows yappermonkeys have a long lifetime.
Than there is street and tattoo artistin Shaek Tea which obviously can't be Master Shaak Ti, because „you killed her Lord Vader, remember. In the jedi temple. Besides she has totally different markings and -master Shaak Ti wasn't a mother of ten“. The tattoo studio of Shaek Tea is well known and established two years ago and is frequently visited by Stormtroopers. The tattoo artist seems to have an aversion against the cloned soldiers but that may only be because she's a mother and wants to protect her young.
Than there is nautolan marine biologist Fist Kio, with a natural connection to the animals of the seas of the galactic, who teaches at the Coruscanti community college. He often takes his students through tours of the aquarium of Coruscant. And some of his students swear they once saw him calm down a rampaging Tra'cor. „It was like he used the force“, was heard from one of his students. „If he hadn't been teaching here for over thirteen years he could totally be a jedi, but noway. I saw him flirting and taking that famous tattoo artist from Coco Town home with him. And aren't jedi like celibate?“.
Leaving the Planet she was raised on Billina Dune is on the search for her son Canan, who vanished from Kaller not so long ago. The young designer and self defense teacher has been on the search for her son for two years now and isn't giving up on him. He's out there in the galaxy somewhere. „And how do you know this? May it be because jedi masters have a connection with their students!“. „A mothers intuition“. She's a frequent visitor at Ben's Tea Palace and became good friends with the owner and his young ward. Kanan Jarrus a former small time smuggler from Kaller and son of famus designer Billina Dune, not that he knows of that. Has not a long time ago decided to follow a young woman into war against the emporer and his empire, on the way he acquired a new family. In the knowledge his „mother“ died on kaller not so long ago and so never searching for her. Though there's no picture on his wanted poster knows the whole galaxy his name. But nobody is sure if he even is a jedi or jedi appentice like the propaganda says, because „I swear he's using a blaster not a lightsaber. When someone he knows is threatened he immediatle goes for his blaster and not for some hidden pocket or so. If he were a jedi he would go for a hidden pocket, where his lightsaber is, right?“.
Fulcrum is a young togrutan woman who nurses her partially burnt kel dor uncle Verdict back to health. Verdict was badly burnt during an attack of the CIS on some cargo ships. Fulcrum is the captain of a little fleet of cargo ships which transport some valuable and some not so valuable cargo from the inner core to the outer rim. All the while she raises her human adoptive babysister Lee and cares for her adopted uncle. She often visits a medic sation in the middle rim to get help for her uncle and to visit her long time Lover. „I know you said that Fulcrum may be the Rebelion spy Fulcrum and your former padawan Ahsoka Tano. But Fulcrums cargo fleet had been around before your padawan even became your padawan, Lord Vader“, not to say the man didn't survive after saying so much padawan in one senctence but he didn't survive. And Darth Vader is confused how his former padawan acquired a baby and from where?
The mirialan doctor Barry Coffee and her young son Bonbon Coffee, live on a medic station in the middle rim and treat various injured people. Doctor Coffee is known for never turning away any person who's hurt. Her son Bonbon has a little aggression problem which she's working with but for now it helps her keep order in her waiting room when some patients make stress again. Her son is a deadly shot. And there is an unspoken rule at the medic station. The people that flick you together are allowed to undo their work, so watch your mouth. Doctor Coffee is rumored to even heal the most grievous illnesses and wounds, things other doctor couldn't treat. „It's because your a healer, right“. „I wish. This would be all so much easier but no I had to be born as an ordinary woman with ordinary skills“. Her young son Bonbon is confused why all these interegators allways appear at their doorstep. He was just enjoing his time with his mother and his mothers lovers family. Fulcrum is awesome and no one could ever tell him otherwise. „I don't understand what the relationship of my mother has to do with her skills as a doctor. Yeah, Fulcrum is awesome but her skills as a doctor besides basic first aid is shit“.
Bens Tea Palace is a little tea shop and café in Coco Town, right next to the tattoo shop of Shaek Tea, it's run by owner and tea maker Ben Kenobi. „Obi-Wan Kenobi!“. „Oh you know my fifth cousin thrice removed? Yeah, I allways wondered what happened to him when the jedi took him away“. „No your Obi-Wan Kenobi“. „Don't be ridiculous. We look totally different“, Ben says adjusting his glasses and shifting a baby on his hip. Ben Kenobi is known as skillful tea maker and uncle to little Luke Kenobi, the son of his brother who died in a tragic airspeeder accident. His brother died in the following fire explosion as the motor explodes. His sister in law died due to strangulation from the seat belt. Ben Kenobi is a friendly shop owner who invites everyone inside for a cup of tea, wear sweater vests,with the sleeves of his ironed shirt pushed up, and ties his hair in a ponytail. His nephew visits the nursery under the supervision of Maceroy Winter. When he can he visits the university and takes classes. When ever stormtroopers set foot in his sjop he freezes and ushers his nephew in the backroom, the flat above the shop or to Dex's restaurant, where he is under the supervision of a little blue droid. He looks at the stormtroopers with a freezing gaze and the most fake smile. Strangely those troopers allways vanish a few days after they visit in the Tea Palace.
Jocasta Nu or the Librarian as most people call her is one of the most searched for persons in the galactic empire. Which doesn't stop her to just walk through Coruscant as if she owned the place. She wears no disguise and her lightsaber is in full display. No one knows how she does it but she allways evades or flees the capture through stormtroopers. She often visits Coco Town and the shops or is often seen in the medic station Berry Coffee works at or to board a ship that belongs to the Fulcrum fleet. Sometimes she's accompanied by young children wearing a matching outfit or adults carrying themselves just like her. But everyone who saw her swears she just vanished in a cloud of smoke so as she was never there. One time Emperor Palpatine surprised her and Ben by meeting her in Bens Tea Palace. „Jocasta Nu. Now I got you“. „What are you talking about your Highness? This is obviously my grandmother Jade Kenobi. See I have her visitation papers right here. Signed by one of your subordinates!“. In the end rumour has it that the emperor left the shop dejected and seemingly scolded. And angry, oh so angry that the ground under his feet got cracks.
Bant Eerin and Stass Ali. A mon calamari and a tholothian. They are a duo of known pirates in the whole galaxy and have behind them an army of faceless men. They say the Unnatural Ones were created by the woman to oppose the empire and overthrow it. They are known to kidnap stormtroopers, torure them and than murder them a horrible way. The reality is a little bit more boring. Yeah, they are a duo of pirates but they don't get much around to stealing themselves. The Unnatural Ones as they call them are clone troopers. Brothers that got saved by the two woman. They have a skilled medic with them that takes out chips inside the heads of the clones. A trooper with the designation of CT-6116 called Kix. How they met this trooper or where he came from is so highly classified that only three people know of it and they want it to stay it that way. Their second in command is a trooper with the designation CT-21-0408 or more common known as Echo. He tends to do most of the pirating with his brothers and leaves the liberation of his brothers to the two woman.
Aay and Quin. The idol and her manager. Aay is twilek with beautiful clear blue skin and a mermerizing voice. Wich makes her the perfect galactical idol. The same thought her manager and friend Quin. So he brought her to a photo shooting and this is how her career began. As a model for the new dress line of designer Billina Dune. She wears dresses and clothes that gain more and more popularity throughout the galaxy. In an interview with a corellian talkshow was than her beautiful singing voice dicovered. A voice that would leave others breathless. „Trying to mind trick your fans, Master Secura?“. „What are you talking about, Lord Vader. I'm just a normal idol singing about the empowerment of woman and the loss of love“. As Aay has committed herself to beeing an idol her manager has committed himself to making her a star. But Quin is known as a Ladys- and Sirsman. The two are currently on a tour through the midrim.
It'll be definitely Hondo Ohnakas fault when the whole contingency plan may be thrown out of the window. The first thing he does when he and his little band of future pirates, Katooni, Byph, Ganodi, Gungi, Petro and Zatt, touch down on Coruscant to Lukes birthday is throw their true names around and act as if the establishment of the empire never happened. He causes chaos, let's the children steal something from the emperor and Darth Vader and they leave again. The whole order had been in a constant state of stress. And Ben swears he got the grey hair all from one visit. He hopes this will never happen again. It happens again. To each and every birthday of Luke. Luke thinks it's funny and really likes his crazy enstranged Uncle Hondo. From the reports Ben get's from Fulcrum she has the same problem with Hondo as him. Even if it has gone better after they spent one birthday at the medic station and Bonbon shot the pirate. „Don't worry Ben he didn't kill him“. „Sometime I wish he had“.
To say that the Emporer and Darth Vader are frustrated and enraged would be an understatment, but technically they can’t do anything it would come to galactic wide revolts if the just murdered innocent seeming citizens.
So, this story could either turn out into total crack or angst with a touch of humour
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“Celebratory Dinner”
Request: Do you take requests? If you do can I get a lance tucker x reader one shot and in one part the reader says "put your pants on, spoof your Quoof we gotta go" then it can be smutty or something. 😊 - @majestichoechlin
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Characters: Lance Tucker, Bucky Barnes, Sebastian Stan, Chris Beck
Warning: Fluff, Sass
Word Count: 1452
A/N: The first of many requests! My permanent taglist is open and so are my requests, so ask away! I decided no smut because I needed fluff.
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You struggled to get Jack’s little arms through the sleeves of his baby button down, the task being ectra hard since you had been getting sick all day. He fought as much as he could, he hated wearing clothes, especially if they were fancy. He was very much like his father in that way.
“Lance! Get out of bed! I need help with Jack!” You screamed across the hall to your husband.
He still refused to rise from his position on the bed. His hands tucked behind his head and one leg was bent at the knee.
“Baby, c’mon just put him in a little onesie. You know he is going to sleep through this dinner anyway.” Lance yelled out, still lounging on the bed.
“This will be the first time your brothers see him! They were all too busy with work to be there when he was born and now we live across the country! We were lucky to even make it to New York for this!” You finally got little Jack to settle down long enough to finish the buttons on his shirt.
Jack was only a year old, but only Lance’s parents, George and Winnifred, could make it to the birth. All three of Lance’s brothers were busy with work, no one had returned until almost six months after his birth, but you guys had already moved to the other side of the country.
“He is a baby. My brothers aren’t going to care what he looks like, or what I look like for that matter, so I’m going in pajamas!” Lance laughed across the hallway of the hotel room.
Settling little Jack on your hip, you marched across the hall to your husband.
“Lancelot Tucker, this dinner is for you, no damn way are you going in pajamas. You are the new head judge for the Olympics! It’s a worthy cause to celebrate, so put your pants on, spoof your quoof, we gotta go.” You said handing little Jack over to his father.
“Fine, fine. Can you just pick out my shirt? I wanna play with this guy.” Lance made a funny face at Jack to make him laugh.
You rolled your eyes at your puppy dog of a husband and went to grab a fresh shirt out of the borrowed closet.
The car ride wasn’t long to Lance’s old house over in Brooklyn. He grew up in a little house in a nice neighborhood with his three brothers, Sebastian, Bucky, and Chris. Only Lace and Bucky were active boys, from what you had heard Lance was the successful athlete, walking away with a gold and silver medal from the Olympics. Bucky was the high school football team’s quarterback. His senior year his team walked away with no losses, going on to win state champions. Instead of following through with football, he joined the army and became the best sniper of the Howling Commandos. He was honorably discharged when his platoon was hit by an IED on a routine mission. The blast took away his arm, but he was given a metal prosthetic, which definitely helps him in his job as an NYPD Detective.
Sebastian was involved in theater all throughout school. He was the drama geek of the bunch. He spent his time going over monologues and running lines with his fellow actors. He was in basically every production the school put on. Sebastian was currently employed by a huge movie company who were known for their superheroes. Chris loved space ever since he was a little boy. He would stare up at the stars every night and point out to his brothers which ones were planets. He decided that he would go to medical school then join NASA as a flight surgeon. He was sent out on the Aries III mission, but struggled with a detour when they learned his fellow astronaut, Mark Watney, was alive.
George and Winnifred had all their boys back, and felt it was the perfect time to celebrate Lance’s new job opportunity.
Lance parked outside the little house on the corner of the street. Jack was kicking his feet and giggling while you tried getting him out of his car seat. His tiny hands grasped at your perfectly curled hair, and Lance couldn’t help but laugh at his son’s antics.
“I like to do that too, Bud.” Lance laughed while tickling Jack’s cheeks.
“You ready to meet all your uncles?” Lance asked him.
Jack let out a little bubbly giggle and hopped up and down in your arms.
He had no idea what his parents were saying.
“There’s my little nephew!” Bucky shouted once you entered through the door.
He pulled the little boy from your grasp, and Jack immediately went to pulling Bucky’s long locks.
“This kids got quite the grip.” He winced.
“Hold on, where’s my little nephew?” You recognized Chris’ voice coming from around the corner.
“Look at him! He looks just like me!” came Sebastian’s voice from behind you.
“Technically he looks like all of us. We are quadruplets.” Lance said with his hand on your lower back,
“but he’s my kid, so give him back.” Lance went to go pull Jack from Bucky’s arms.
“Who would’ve thought, Lance is the family man outta all of us. We always thought you would be too busy fucking around with that Gregory girl.” Sebastian laughed.
“Boys, watch the language around my grandson.” Came Winnie’s voice from the kitchen.
“Yes, Mom.” The boys said in unison.
Just like Lance had said, Jack slept his way through dinner cradled on your chest. His chubby baby hands grasped at the collar of your shirt, tiny snores echoed in your ear. You refused to eat. You had been feeling nauseas all day, and you felt that food would make it even worse.
“What I tell ya, Love. That boy sleeps for days.” Lance whispered in your other ear.
With a roll of your eyes, you directed the conversion to your family-in-law, “So, Sebastian, how’s the movie coming?”
He cleared his throat, “Well technically I’m not allowed to say anything because there’s this joke that they have snipers everywhere so if I say anything I die.” he rambled on.
“I got you, brother. Remember, I’m the best sniper in the 107th!” Bucky laughed.
“Was. Now you’re detective.” Chris had to correct.
“Thanks, Chris. I obviously didn’t know that.” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“I gotta keep you on your toes, you are the oldest of us.” Chris laughed.
Lance smiled at his family’s antics. They always had to bring up the time difference between all the boys. Yes, Bucky was the oldest, but he only beat Lance by one minute. Chris was the youngest out of the bunch, being born ten minutes later than Bucky. Sebastian was born only four minutes after Bucky.
“Boys. c’mon now.” George scolded from the head of the table.
“Lance, can you come here for a second?” You asked from upstairs.
Dinner had gone smoothly, Jack was settled in between all of his uncles watching them all with weary eyes. He couldn’t pick out which one was his father. They all looked alike!
“Coming, Love.” Lance said while trailing his way up the stairs to the second story.
He walked in and saw you pacing back and forth, your phone held between your fingers.
“I’m late.” You blurted out.
“For what? What are you late for?” Lance asked confused.
“No, no. I just checked my calendar and my period, it’s a week late.” You worried.
“What if I’m pregnant again?” you asked with tears in your eyes.
Yes, you had wanted another baby, but you hadn’t spoken to Lance about it. Life had been hard enough with a one year old and now Lance got a new job that required travel. You weren’t sure if it was something he wanted now.
“Holy Shit. Holy Shit! We’re gonna have another baby?” Lance screamed.
He picked you up into a giant hug and twirled you around. He placed a giant kiss right on your lips.
“You being pregnant again would be the best thing in the world, Love.” Lance whispered to you.
You went in for another kiss, when the moment was interrupted. You heard a stamped of footsteps running up the stairs and the old door being pushed open.
“Another baby!” Bucky screamed while jumping Jack up and down.
“I’m gonna be their favorite Uncle!” Sebastian exclaimed.
“They better like space.” Chris murmured.
You and Lance couldn’t help but smile at the wide grins of his family. Jack held a giant smile on his face at the sight of his parents. You knew right then, another kid wouldn’t be so bad.
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Twitter’s Got Jokes About The ‘Game Of Thrones’ Season Finale, ‘The Dragon And The Wolf’
This post contains spoilers for Game Of Thrones Season 7 Episode 7 “The Dragon and the Wolf”.
Game Of Thrones went all out with its longest episode yet for the Season 7 finale, “The Dragon and the Wolf”. There was a big death scene, a psychic vision we totally saw coming, more incest in a season that’s been like two thirds incest, and an excuse for more speculation about Bran and the Night King.
Did you know the VMAs were happening at the same time? No spoilers:
https://twitter.com/McJesse/status/901961950078394372
Meanwhile, Dany and Cersei’s respective squads had their corporate team-building getaway in an arena at King’s Landing:
https://twitter.com/saladinahmed/status/901978377913028608
https://twitter.com/tvoti/status/901983197751156736
And Daenerys was fashionably late with the fabulous entrance:
https://twitter.com/CornOnTheGoblin/status/901978184383594498
https://twitter.com/msemilymccombs/status/901978448578707456
But Cersei was unimpressed. By everything.
Dany pulls up on the first dragon to be seen in hundreds of years and Cersei is like “…..you’re late”. I love that miserable woman so much
— Larry Beyince (@DragonflyJonez) August 28, 2017
Cersei: I don’t believe in zombies
Also Cersei: have you met The Mountain, this zombie I hang out with all the time #got
— Brandon Stroud (@MrBrandonStroud) August 28, 2017
CERSEI: “oh course I believe in the dead army, it’s just that I disagree the cause is man-made.”
— Jesse McLaren (@McJesse) August 28, 2017
Cersei failed to condemn wight supremacy too.
— Justin Duckham (@Jduckham) August 28, 2017
Meanwhile, the Greyjoys had differing opinions. Euron just wanted to know if the white walkers would come for him…
Euron was like, “can they swim? Cool cool cool…..”#GameofThrones #ThronesYall pic.twitter.com/YDu8cmJ3AT
— Fawziah Qadir (@GigiMasria) August 28, 2017
And Theon decided to go on a quest to save his sister Yara, even if he has to take more damage to the crotch along the way:
Theon be like #GameOfThronesFinale pic.twitter.com/RJt9mYUWAE
— Hector Canales (@HectorCofficial) August 28, 2017
Theon vs. Iron Born Dick Kicker > Mayweather vs. MacGregor
— Bend the Neil (@rejects) August 28, 2017
That’s what we call a deunuch ex machina. #gameofthrones
— Courtney Enlow (@courtenlow) August 28, 2017
Ugh, Theon is totally Azor Ahai, isn’t he? #GameofThrones
— Alyssa Fikse (@lyssiefikse) August 28, 2017
The weird thing is that Theon winds up having three dicks.
— Andrés du Bouchet (@dubouchet) August 28, 2017
And then Lord Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) finally — finally — got his comeuppance when Bran brought the receipts and Arya took Littlefinger out with the same Valyrian steel dagger he had given to Bran. Chaos is a ladder, Baelish.
I’d like to nominate Littlefinger getting exposed as the new “Blinking White Guy” GIF #GameOfThrones #GameOfThronesFinale pic.twitter.com/bmoGv27qdg
— Tristan Cooper (@TristanACooper) August 28, 2017
Bran’s tax return must be LIT. He got all the receipts. #GamesOfThrones
— Phillip Henry (@MajorPhilebrity) August 28, 2017
Littlefinger: “I deny it!”
Sansa: “Let me call my chief witness, my brother who can SEE ALL OF TIME AND SPACE.” #GameofThrones
— Todd VanDerWerff (@tvoti) August 28, 2017
YOU ARE SO FUCKED, LITTLEFINGER. #GameOfThrones #NoConfederate pic.twitter.com/PFRXdiQ7CH
— Donna Dickens (@MildlyAmused) August 28, 2017
A boy has no throat. #GameOfThrones
— shauna (@goldengateblond) August 28, 2017
pic.twitter.com/82QH1DNyZC
— Dave Itzkoff (@ditzkoff) August 28, 2017
hmm pic.twitter.com/H3oKgAFZcs
— Brian Grubb (@briancgrubb) August 23, 2017
Littlefinger: I AM COMMANDER OF THE VALE I DEMAND YOU TAKE ME HOME!!
Knights of the Vale: pic.twitter.com/g1kbUVxCL4
— ❄️Matt Stark❄️ (@_MatthewBoomin_) August 28, 2017
Ladies and Gentlemen, Little Finger is finally dead #GameofThrones pic.twitter.com/P3Ysc7zwx7
— GoT Things (@GoTthings_) August 28, 2017
pic.twitter.com/PY9cUAHfYO
— Jimmy Donofrio (@JimmyDonofrio) August 28, 2017
Bran also told Samwell about being the Three Eyed Raven. Cool story, Bran.
Sam just reacted to Bran’s Three Eyed Raven thing like the rest of the Defenders react to Danny and his Iron Fist thing. #GameOfThrones
— Jessie (@JessLizBryan) August 28, 2017
Bran is like the opposite of a superhero. He tells people his secret identity when they don’t even ask or care.
— On Vacation Don’t@me (@OhNoSheTwitnt) August 28, 2017
And Sam let Bran know what Gilly discovered about Jon Snow’s real name and legitimate claim to the iron throne. Then Bran did his greenseer thing and revealed Jon’s real name: Aegon Targaryen.
Did… did Rhaegar Targaryen name TWO sons Aegon? What kind of George Foreman nonsense….
— Rebecca Pahle (@RebeccaPahle) August 28, 2017
Naming both your kids to fulfill the prophesy jic pic.twitter.com/KujgGwZtdw
— Vann R. Newkirk II (@fivefifths) August 28, 2017
You know nothing, Aegon Targaryen
— Jason Nawara (@JasonNawara) August 28, 2017
Meanwhile, Jon/Aegon and his Aunt Dany didn’t know about this revelation while they were busy getting together to “break the wheel” if you know what I’m sayin’.
Having sex while someone narrates the backstory of how you’re related to your lover is some REAL kinky shit
— Pete Blackburn (@PeteBlackburn) August 28, 2017
NOOOOOOOOO!! THIS CANT HAPPEN!! pic.twitter.com/CblzlIvJVT
— Leslie Jones (@Lesdoggg) August 28, 2017
When youve been waiting for Dany&Jon to get together and it finally happens-as Bran narrates the story of how theyre related. #GameOfThrones pic.twitter.com/ayxwY3EKpY
— Alyssa Doyle Labare (@lysslabare) August 28, 2017
I’m convinced that George R.R. Martin wrote #GameOfThrones solely to convince the world that incest is okay under the right circumstances…
— Will Rodgers (@WilliamRodgers) August 28, 2017
ME, WATCHING GAME OF THRONES SEASON 1: wtf is up with all the incest
ME, BY SEASON 7: incest is probably the only real love there is
— Baegar Targaryen (@TVsCarlKinsella) August 14, 2017
When you’re super happy that Jon and Daenerys finally hooked up but then remember its incest #GameofThronesFinale pic.twitter.com/ITJugdjlF6
— Jake Montgomery (@JakeM0NTGOMERY) August 28, 2017
Just when we thought the episode may have already peaked, Bran had a vision of something that may or may not be happening in real time: Tormund and Beric at The Wall witnessing the Night King on his ice dragon destroying The Wall in this amazing scene.
#GameOfThrones
The wall has stood for thousands of years
Ice Dragon: “Hold my beer” pic.twitter.com/I2pBh9Rakm
— Mark Smith (@M_Miscreant) August 28, 2017
Tormund & Beric when they saw the Ice Dragon…. #DemThrones #ThronesYall pic.twitter.com/D9JMRA3Fqi
— bigmike (@mikelowkey) August 28, 2017
Dragon said “Jon ain’t the only thing tearing walls up tonight!!!”
— The Adam (@AdamMichaelJr) August 28, 2017
Night King looks like he’s on one of those 25c rides in front of the grocery store #GoT #GameofThrones #GameOfThronesFinale #ThronesYall pic.twitter.com/d2l9kK2abR
— Tori Rudacille (@TeeRudyEternity) August 28, 2017
They’re going to build a new wall, and the Night King will pay for it.
— Sam Adams (@SamuelAAdams) August 28, 2017
Branden Stark built the Wall and Branden Stark got the Wall destroyed. And also the Night King could be Branden Stark
— Vann R. Newkirk II (@fivefifths) August 28, 2017
night king shot his shot pic.twitter.com/w2O0nJ7D0h
— martin rickman (@martinrickman) August 28, 2017
TORMUND BETTER HAVE SOMEHOW SURVIVED THAT BECAUSE HIM AND BRIENNE STILL NEED TO MAKE MONSTER BABIES THAT CONQUER THE WORLD #GameOfThrones pic.twitter.com/icg1gpyf4Z
— kathleen (@kathleen_hanley) August 28, 2017
“We’re gonna need a bigger wall.” #GameOfThrones
— Erik Tanouye (@toyns) August 28, 2017
All in all, it was a productive season:
Well this season of GoT was a success. All I wanted was for an aunt and nephew to fuck and for an 11 y.o to continue her murderous rampage
— Larry Beyince (@DragonflyJonez) August 28, 2017
But some alleged viewers were definitely bluffing…
Game of Thrones spoiler: as expected, this episode was a real doozy.
— Martha Kelly (@MarthaKelly3) August 28, 2017
WOW THAT THRONE REALLY GOT GAMED AMIRITE
— Every Tweet Ever (@EveryTweet_Ever) August 28, 2017
And some were just happy the season was over…
ME: i can’t wait for the game of thrones series finale!
FRIEND: oh i didn’t know you watched game of thrones
ME: i don’t
— The Pan-Midwesterner (@panmidwest) August 27, 2017
Finally, time for Ballers!
— Pete Blackburn (@PeteBlackburn) August 28, 2017
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That Vampire Hunter D thing I’ll eventually write coherently
So now that I’ve FINALLY found the Vampire Hunter D Fandom I’m working up the courage to share some of my headcanons (my stupid anxiety makes it irrationally hard) The problem is a lot of my headcanons require at least basic knowledge of the fantasy world that I started when I was 14?Ish? And the Ocs I created. Like I decided to yank D out of his post-apocalyptic hell world and put him into this peaceful world populated by non-assholes, or in some cases, slightly less homicidal assholes… ok the number of assholes is much less than on the frontier, and even the homicidal ones usually need a good reason to be homicidal. None of this “I’m gonna experiment on thousands of individuals and put my son through a living hell for shits and giggles” - LOOKING AT YOU DRAC, LOOKING AT YOU!
Anyway it’s really long and rambly so READ MORE-
Anyway I’m gonna make a series of posts explaining the basics, who’s who, How D got there, basic worldbuilding, that kinda thing. I’ll go through and link ‘em as I finish them. And I’ll make a masterpost because there are a few tags on my blog about the world and D’s family.
Now, since this world was started when I was 14 there are some things that are a little...odd. Names that Stuck and I can’t change because I’ve been calling it that for over 5 years, plot lines that involve characters from a different franchise but i haven’t figured out how to replace. Seriously I have GOT to figure out how to replace Fucking LOKI. FFS I haven’t liked that character for 2 years WHY is he STUCK THERE
I’m currently worldbuilding and planning a few novel’s based on Avaleara’s life, but the first 2 would be before she met D so I don’t think anyone would be interested. I’m gonna write certain scenes though, like Avaleara and D’s first kiss, the emotionally overwrought scenes that bring them together, stuff like that. But hey, if you like really overthought worldbuilding and sprawling sci fi/fantasy worlds, lord knows i could talk about Rev’haros for hours, so feel free to hit me up.
Story
D’s Part of the story line starts when Avaleara was punted through the barrier between universes by her uncle’s failed experiment and ended up on the frontier. By sheer happenstance, she landed right in front of D, who pretty much ignored her because she wasn’t trying to kill him and he needed to get to a job. Avaleara decided “Hey, there’s a fifty fifty shot he’s heading towards civilization, Im’ma follow at a respectful distance” Now, while Avaleara is decidedly Alien in appearance (aprx 6 ft tall, really dark purple skin, has horns, bio-luminescent markings, ALIEN) she has interacted with humans before, has even been to an Earth before, (Multiverse ftw) she has a pretty solid glamour already prepared, so while D knows what she looks like cuz he saw her, she can blend in on the frontier.
Except yah’ know, she doesn’t speak the language cuz the only Earth languages she knows are Japanese or English from circa 2000. Her trying to figure out the frontier dialect is like someone who speaks old English plopped down in the middle of modern day- She can sorta kinda figure out the gist but dear god is it difficult and makes her headache. On top of that since she comes into town a few hours after a Dhampir, well people don’t want shit to do with her, so she keeps vaguely wandering after D. I haven’t figured out the turning point yet, but eventually D interacts with this strange woman trailing aimlessly after him even as he cuts through an incredibly deadly forest and other such frontier horror ‘scapes that should have gotten her killed but didn’t. Because it’s D, he has a better grasp on “ancient” Japanese (Also I headcanon that his mother was of Japanese descent because Tony Thornburg) So they can communicate better.
Eventually they sorta travel together (Again I need to flesh this out) for a few years. About a decade of sorta traveling together (though niether of them will admit it, and certainly won’t admit that they enjoy eachother’s company) Dracula decides to be an asshole. For Hand Wavy reasons he comes up with a test for D and Left hand, that involves poisoning D. (IDK i’m kinda toying with the idea that Dracula had another success that was better than D, and decided to get rid of him, buuuut that would mean another character and i think it really goes against canon so idk if i’m gonna go that route)
The thing about Avaleara is that she is really possessive (part dragon) and fiercely protective of those she’s attached to. So Drac didn’t count on being hit with 900 pounds of sheer protective RAGE. Seriously Avaleara is the kind of person who, if she has something to protect, she will get back up no matter what she gets hit with. Spear through the heart? Bitch please she has two and you just handed her a weapon. Cut off an Arm? Regenerative powers and a history of being tortured so she doesn’t even flinch at the pain? Fire? She’s been burned alive before and it awakened her latent dragon genes. Water? She was born with an innate gift for controlling it. (so i kinda gave her every power I ever thought was cool, oops. HI MARY SUE)
She doesn’t kick Drac’s ass, but she does seriously wound him which is enough to startle him and, since he’s already accomplished poisoning D, he retreats, firing off a psychological attack as he goes. At that point Avaleara has one of two options. Use the last of her strength to fight off the attack, or draw the poison from D into herself (I had a reason for this but it's in a notebook buried in a box somewhere. God I hate moving) Another thing about Avaleara- if it's a choice between saving her life and saving someone else's, she will save someone else's. Every. Time.
So She saves D’s life, but falls into a coma fighting both the poison and Drac’s attack. At this point, her father, Maruketsukai (there’s one of those names I can’t change) appears, because her family had been keeping an eye on her but hadn’t pulled her back home cuz reasons. D does not trust the guy that appeared in midair. D owes Avaleara a debt because she saved his life. D also wants to know how the fuck she managed to wound the Sacred Ancestor. D is a stubborn bastard who will recklessly enter a portal to another universe because he owes someone a debt. He will also stand guard at their bedside for 5 years while they are in a coma because they saved his life.
(I think this is still in character- I mean he wouldn’t do it for just anyone, but shit this person fought Dracula and lived. For Him. yeah he’s gonna stick around and make sure they’re safe before he fucks off.)
His protectiveness earns him the undying loyalty of Avaleara’s family. Like, he’s obviously straight up ready to cut his way out of the room if they so much as breathe wrong in her direction. Ordinarily death threats aren’t the way to endear yourself to your in laws but Maruketsukai and Nikara are… not ordinary.
During the 5 years that Avaleara is in a coma, D learns a lot about her world, her family, and her past. Like the fact that she’s second in line for the throne, and that a previous lover had betrayed, kidnapped, and tortured her and that she had extreme PTSD and massive trust issues because of it. That’s why they had left her on the frontier, because for the first time in two thousand years, Avaleara had sorta trusted someone, or at least, didn’t seem overly paranoid about them, and they wanted to see what would happen.
D spends a lot of time with Takashi and Mizuki, because they speak Japanese. Takashi is the son of Sesshoumaru and Kagome. (Yes from the anime Inuyasha. I did mention this started when I was 14 right?) That’s why he speaks Japanese. Also He drags Avaleara and Mizuki to Earth occasionally which is why Avaleara has a human glamor. Its interesting for D to meet another half breed who is so blase about it, but Takashi grew up in La’ Shevare, where genetic modification for the express purpose of interspecies breeding has been a thing for several million years. Pretty much no one is a pure blood. But since he’s also the nephew of Inuyasha and has listened to his father express his regret over how he treated his brother, he at least partially understands where D is coming from. Sorta. Academically. Ok not really but he tries. And totally has a talk shit get hit policy when it comes to D. Like call Takashi a half breed, make fun of his heritage, whatever, so long as you don’t make fun of his parents, he don’t give a fuck. Call D a half breed, make fun of D’s heritage, prepare for at least 3 broken bones. Probably more. Seriously. He’s 45 years older than Avaleara, held her in his arms as a baby, grew up with her and fell in love with her sister. She’s Family. He was helpless when the man she loved broke her and twisted her into someone else, was helpless during her recovery because she wouldn’t let anyone in to help her. The moment D popped up, planting himself between Avaleara and any perceived threat, was the moment he became Pack. And you Do Not Fuck With a Dog Demon’s Pack.
Eventually Avaleara wakes up, except thanks to the psycological attack, and her previous ptsd related issues, Avaleara first thinks D is a hallucination. It takes awhile for it to set in and stick that he’s not. D sticks around, convincing her that he’s real and she’s not going insane, and just being really patient when she freaks out and thinks she’s seeing things, because hey, it was his asshole dad who did this to her so he kinda feels responsible. Plus he’d still really like to know how she wounded him.
It boils down to - Avaleara has spent the last 2 thousand years studying a variety of fighting techniques from all over the Rev’ Haros System, a system whose recent history spans back a few million years. D may know all the fancy vampire tricks, but 10,000 years is a drop in the bucket, a single lifespan of a person from Rev’ Haros. The whole system is so much more advanced than even the vampires at their peak, just because they’ve had the time to develop so far. The average person could go toe to toe with greater nobility if they had to, nevermind the people who are actually trained. Not to mention their fighting styles are so different, so alien to anything on Earth, that Dracula was at a significant disadvantage from that alone.
Avaleara happily agrees to train D in some of these styles. He doesn’t plan on sticking around long enough to learn them all. But he does, and she happily teaches him everything she knows until he is literally the only person who has a prayer of killing her. Shes very proud. Their sparring matches are epic and terrifying.
#vampire hunter d#god i'm so nervous putting this out there#like this has been my brain child for YEARS but i was never gonna share it#I love these characters ok#i poured my heart and soul into#Avaleara#please be gentle
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Hush, Hush The Conclusion
Summary: Caught in the cross hairs, literally, it’s at the harrowing hour of your demise that your brother Daryl realizes that his best friend Dean Winchester has been sleeping with you behind his back the whole time. Will you survive?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Daryl Dixon Sister!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Daryl Dixon, Sister!Reader
Word Count: Cue Westy- so many.
Genre: Angst. TW: guns, gunshot, wound care, blood, guts
Listen to What Kind of Man by Florence and the Machine
Everyone was up in arms, about the latest arms’ deal that was going down between the Dixons and the Campbells. Samuel Campbell
Dean’s father’s in laws after the death of Dean’s mother Mary. Daryl and Dean were butting heads about when the deal should go down, where it should take place, and who should be there to stand guard. They were already down to just the two of them, Dean’s youngest brother Samuel backed of the business once he saw his own father shoot someone dead. Dean couldn’t remember the last time he saw his brother and knew he’d be the last person to come running to help. Dean’s father too, Old Papa Winchester, wasn’t up to snuff nowadays. The exchange with the Campbells was going down at dusk, three days out.
The exchange between you and your brother was minimal. Daryl was obviously preoccupied with the sale, which he didn’t think you knew of, but being Dean’s gal on the weekends, nights, and therebetween, you knew more than your share. Hell, you could have been there as an extra set of hands. You knew how to work a gun. But no, Daryl kept you as far out of the family business as he could and that just pissed you off to no end. So you did what any little sister would do when her big brother told her,
“Mind your own, YNN,” Daryl grunted, “this ain’t about you.”
You told him to screw off, “Ain’t about me, no you’re right, it’s about us and this damn family business fuckin’ Merle left to us to handle,” you spat, lighting up a cigarette, inhaling the menthol and releasing it.
“Keep thinkin’ I don’t know shit, Daryl, but I’m in this far deeper than you could even fathom in that thick skull of yours.”
You slammed the door to the house, left for Dean’s, and hoped he was willing to fuck the anger out of you.
You were absolutely right about that.
“Hey, Darlin’,” Dean greeted you as he side eyed the entranceway to his home, looking to see if Daryl had followed you, “looks like someone needs some tender lovin’ dick, huh?”
“Shut up and fuck me already,” you ripped off his flannel, reached up under his damn kilt and grabbed his cock, pumping it to it’s fullest. You had barely had time to remove your clothing as Dean tossed your slender body onto his bed and began to fuck you like you wanted; rough and loving, leaving marks along your body, bruising your hips bones with his thumbs and fingers, sucking marks into your breasts and neck. He had to stop when he saw the tears, thinking he had hurt you, he pulled you into his side as you both sat against the headboard, and you cried into his shoulders.
“Fuck you both,” you grumbled, “I know what’s going down in three days and I swear to God you’re both in over your heads.”
Dean knew she had known but hearing her say it out loud put a whole new spin on how he felt about the deal. “Baby, it’s goin’ to go off without a hitch, I know these assholes, they wouldn’t turn on a Winchester or Dixon. They’d have my father to answer to if they did.”
“But you said it yourself, Dean, they are assholes.” you carded your hand through your hair, ugly crying was not your thing, so you tried to cover your eyes with your hot magenta colored hair. To no avail; Dean’s pads of his thumbs rubbed circles on your temples attempting to calm you down.
“Right, Samuel Campbell is a full on asshole, ripped many in his lifetime too, but his daughter, my mother, was the light in his life, losing her, well, that was the bond between my father and him; that’s the white flag, babe.”
“My mother,” Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, “she’ll be watchin’ us that day.”
Little did he know, you’d be watching over them too.
Three days passed and it was time for the drop off. They were meeting behind Charlie’s Bar where the old fields were, dusk came, and went, and the Campbells were late. YN had taken the spare motorcycle in her brother’s garage, kicked it to start, and peeled out towards Charlie’s. She was hoping she’d be in time to, do what, she didnt’ know, but what came, was nothing that either family expected.
Daryl spotted her first, coming in fast towards the field where his truck had been idling with the merchandise and he looked to Dean,
“What the fuck she doin’ here, man,” he snarled.
“Hell if I know, I ain’t her keeper,” Dean feigned interest and made sure the merch was intact. What Daryl didn’t notice was how hard Dean’s fingers were trembling at the sight of YN Dixon. He knew she was wreckless, hell their love life and relationship was one for the books, but to show up at this trade off?
She was crazier than her brother.
What no one noticed, sans the incoming Campbells, was the glock that she had in her back waist band, and before Daryl could get them to put their guns down, one shot rang out. Daryl clutched at his chest but pulled back a clean hand and that’s when he saw Dean running over towards YN who was thrown from the bike, landed in the willows, and was screaming out in agony.
“What the fuck, Campbell,” Daryl pushed the older man in the chest, “we said no guns.”
“Tell that to your sister there,” he grunted as he pushed Daryl off of him, his nephew and niece aiming their guns at Daryl’s head.
“Right, you seemed to have forgotten the damn memo too, you assholes,” Daryl walked through their stand off and rushed to his sister’s side.
“What were you thinkin’, YNN,” tears were running down his face, as she laid in Dean’s arms, shaking uncontrollably.
“I w-was th-thinkin’ I wansn’t gonna watch the men I love die, not today,” she grit out.
Dean’s breath hitched as Daryl registered her words and waited for the sucker punch that clocked him straight in the jaw, but he held his own.
“Not now, Dixon, we need to get this bullet out, before she bleeds out,” Dean spat blood from his busted lip to the dirt and laid YN on her back.
“This is gonna hurt like a son’a’bitch,” he tore open her shirt and inserted two fingers into her wound, as she squirmed in pain, gritting her teeth, as Dean searched for the bullet.
“Where’d you learn this shit, Winchester,” Daryl queried in between tears and snot.
“Dad was a Marine before arm’s dealer, he taught me field care,” Dean cursed as he missed the bullet, shoving it further into her abdomen.
“Call 9-1-1, Daryl,” Dean tossed him his phone, as the Campbells turned heel and burnt rubber, eluding the deal and the possible police.
While they waited for the ambulance, Charlie the little sprite that she was, came running out when she saw the blinding lights of red, white, and blue. Police and an ambulance arrived, carted YN Dixon off, while Charlie escorted her to the hospital. Daryl so angered with the possibility of losing his sister and finding out that his best friend was fucking her behind his back, he lost his mind, took one swing at Dean, and they fought until Dean was on his back, Daryl’s bloodied leather glove dripping onto Dean’s damaged face.
“You had one job, Winchester, one,” Daryl spit to the ground, “and because you couldn’t poke your dick in someone else, she’s layin’ in the hospital, barely alive.”
“This ain’t just my fault, you controllin’ son’of’a’bitch,” Dean didn’t bother getting up from the cold, muddy ground.
“I love her.”
“So do I,” Daryl turned on his booted heels and left Dean to wallow.
As YN laid in a coma, Daryl and Dean went their separate ways. They tried to stick together for YN’s sake but each time one of them was visiting her in the hospital, security had to be called to break them up. Soon, Sam came back to town, to keep Dean company and decided to set up a schedule for them to “miss each other on purpose” and visit YN at the same time.
While Dean was working at Charlie’s, in walked Daryl. He tried his best to keep his composure but Dean just nodded and rolled his eyes as Charlie nudged him to be civil.
“Beer me,” Daryl ordered and Dean grabbed a chilled bottle, decapped it, and slid it towards his former best friend.
“How’s YN?” Dean asked, to which Daryl looked up from lidded eyes, and nodded towards the door that led to the back of Charlie’s where Dean and YN used to meet secretly. Dean swallowed unsure of what Daryl was trying to get across, he didn’t want to get his hopes up, it had been weeks since he last seen YN and she had tubes in her nose and a ventilator down her throat. He tossed the dirty towel he was using to scrub the counters and headed to the back door. He pushed it open and he heard Daryl shout after him,
“Go easy on her, she’s fragile, you prick!”
“Hey baby,” YN grinned, behind sunglasses and the fence, “miss my fine ass?”
Tagging: @d-s-winchester @jodyri @nothin-after-79
#daryl dixon#dean winchester#reader insert#daryl dixon au#dean winchester au#dean winchester punk au#dean winchester punk gang au#daryl dixon sister reader#hush hush conclusion
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