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Typical Stark
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Request: Enemies to lovers prompt for Tony Stark by @agustdowney​ Hope you like this one babe ;))
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, sass, fluff.
Word count: 1400ish oops?!
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“Would you hurry up?” you whispered, looking around the room to make sure the guards hadn’t returned, gun at the ready in your vest, just in case.
“Why? You got a hot date?” Tony asked, not really wanting to know the answer, just a natural retort that escaped while his fingers flew over the keyboard in front of him as he retrieved data from the computer and backed it up on his drive.
“Even if I did I wouldn’t tell you.”
“Aww why? You know how interested I am in your sex life.” His snarky comeback making you clench your fists to stop yourself from slapping that smirk off of his face.
“Would you just—why don’t you hurry up so we can be on our separate ways? I have no intentions of fighting with you.” you huffed, not missing Tony’s shrug.
Why did Rogers send the two of you for this mission? Sure you were in an unknown city, which Tony just ‘happened’ to be in. The man could have handled it all by himself with all the gadgets he kept boasting about, but no, the Captain seemed to have sensed the hostility between the two of you and wanted the dynamic to be more amicable. Somewhere deep down you wanted the same, but given how he got your goat on every occasion, it was hard to say the least.
“All done Miss (Y/L/N). Let’s get outta here.” Tony spun around to face you, waiting for you to take the lead, you were covering for him today after all.
The guards were easy to dodge but apparently one of the cameras wasn’t, and Stark got in its range of vision, triggering the alarm and alerting the entire building. It didn’t take long for heavy footsteps to sound through the floors as heavily armed men ran in search of the imposters.
“Goddamn it Stark! We had this.” You cursed, running up the fire exit towards the rooftop hoping for a quick escape as Tony tailed behind, already winded from the climb.
Your eyes scanned the surroundings for a place to hide, at least jump into while Tony typed something on his watch. Six men burst through the doors and fired in your direction as you dodged every bullet before firing from your own shotgun, bringing two of them down successfully as your bullet hit them in their kneecaps. A few moments later, a swooshing sound pierced the air as you saw Tony’s Mark XIV flew down and enveloped Tony’s form in a fashion that temporarily managed to halt the ongoing combat.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a fucking suit?” you yelled as he blasted the remainder of men with his repulsors before walking over to you and taking off the ground, leaving you to grab onto his neck over the armor like a rescued ‘damsel’. You kept yelling and he kept ignoring and in turn, neither of you noticed a man firing a small device onto the suit with precision that stuck on just in time before the building went out of sight.
“I think we’re about to crash –” you managed to scream before Tony’s suit gave out and sent the two of you plummeting down towards the gravel covered road. He somehow maneuvered the fall so that he landed on his back and held you tightly against him, protecting you as the impact made the suit fall apart in pieces around him while you screamed before the hit knocked the wind from your chest.
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Your eyes opened gingerly, unsure if you two had made it alive before Tony’s rapidly rising and falling chest reaffirmed you that you had. His grip on you hadn’t budged, the metal embrace now replaced with a shirt covered one.
“Tony?”
“Yeah all good. Are you hurt?” His voice came out muffled due to the still intact faceplate as you managed to roll off of him, Tony glanced at his watch that was smashed to pieces before removing the plate manually, revealing a bloody nose and a cut to his forehead.
Your ribs smarted as you stood up dusting the dirt off your clothes, your gun missing and arms sporting small cuts and bruises. Once the initial shock wore off, your anger resurfaced and began storming away from Tony while he was too busy getting his bearings to notice.
“Hey! What about my suit? It’s offline..I-I need to get it-” he called out but you cut him off after turning around fuming.
“That’s your lookout Stark. You didn’t even think to tell me you had a suit on standby. This whole fucking operation was a waste of my time. You could’ve just done it all by yourself but no here you are behaving like a typical Stark.”
You muttered the rest of the walk, not caring if Tony was actually listening, which of course he was, he hadn’t seen such a strong reaction from you ever. A part of him was amused but most of him was afraid so he decided to follow quietly. Looking back every so often to make sure no one was on their tail.
“Um..Where are we going?” Tony tried after a few breaths when your rage-filled stomping was replaced with a brisk walk.
Silence.
You came across an empty woodshed shortly after, that would have to suffice by the time you called for backup. Making yourself comfortable in a dusty corner after sending your location details to Natasha you glanced sideways to see what your ‘teammate’ was up to.
Tony was pacing about fidgeting and muttering something to himself just outside the woodshed.
“Would it kill you to sit still for a moment?”
“Oh we’re speaking now?”
“Never mind.”
Rolling your eyes, you slammed your head back to the wall of the shed with too much force as it resulted in tears springing into your eyes. Clenching them shut you prayed the team would extract you as quickly as possible because it was starting to get dark outside.
“I’m sorry (Y/L/N)” Tony whispered, his voice meek enough for anyone to miss but thanks to your super sharp hearing, you caught the unexpected apology.
“Definitely hearing things.” You muttered, eyes still closed.
“I just—I said I’m sorry okay? I shouldn’t have put you in unnecessary danger. I fucked up.”
“I’m very much capable of defending myself against any danger Stark. What you should have done is taken care of this operation all by yourself since you had your fancy toys.”
“I always have backup in any operat—“
“Then why the fuck was I called for this mission?” You yelled, finally looking at the man who looked like he’d just been scolded, eyes cast downward, shoulders sagged and mouth opening and closing without any actual words coming out.
“I insisted you accompany me today. I—I’ve always admired your combat skills, you’re quite a remarkable woman.” Tony’s admission left you speechless, you hadn’t expected this answer at all.
“You’ve ‘admired’ my combat skills?”
“That’s what I said.” Tony muttered, avoiding eye contact.
You didn’t know if it was the exhaustion finally setting in or the situation but you laughed, shaking your head at a realization unknown to present company.
Typical Stark
“You really have a thing for women in power don’t you?”
“What makes you say that?”
“Why else would you hire Natasha as your hot-shot secretary all those years ago? Insist I accompany you today? Why are you with the great Pepper Potts then!”
That little disdain in your voice over the last one wasn’t unnoticed by Tony.
“Well you’re right about the first two.”
“What?”
“Pepper and I aren’t together.” Tony stated, matter-of-factly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Why, she got tired of having a relationship with Dum-E instead of you?” You regretted saying this the minute it left your lips because Tony’s eyes met yours with a look of heartbreak that had you internally curse yourself.
“Bingo.”
“I—I’m sorry Tony, that was unnecessary. I didn’t mean to—”
He dismissed you with a wave of his hand, resuming his pacing as the silence stretched longer. 
“Well if you ever need to talk, or a drinking buddy.”
You waved your hand towards him offering him a small smile in hopes that he’d consider your attempts of making nice.
He chuckled giving you a curt nod, still a little embarrassed about his confession, but internally deciding which bottle of whiskey to crack open later today at the tower if you’d join.
Typical Stark.
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nocturnal-milk-dud · 3 years
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Man Made of Stone: Chapter Ten
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Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x Reader
Summary: “Carrillo was resigned to see you go, felt obliged to keep you safe, was unwilling to go any further than that.”
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/notes: smoking; language; alcohol consumption; Horacio’s arms are where home is, baby (did i make it make sense?); ummmm I think this is it folks. This is a really weird feeling and it’s making it really hard to hit the post button. Thank you all for going on this journey with me 💞
Word count: ~1500
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You startled awake, head snapping up from Javier’s desk. Your breathing was ragged and cool sweat pooled at your temples. A piece of paper was stuck to your cheek and you peeled it away with a grimace. You didn’t even remember falling asleep, exhaustion apparently taking over. Murphy eyed you warily from his desk, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers.
“You okay?” he asked and you nodded, relaxing back into the chair with a deep breath. 
“Yeah, nightmare.” When the three of you had arrived at the embassy with your police escort, Javier had been whisked away for medical care and you had been left alone in the office while Murphy had an emergency meeting to discuss next steps. He and Javier would have to relocate, hide out until things cooled down. What did that mean for you? You nearly jumped out of your skin when the phone on Murphy’s desk rang.
“Yeah, we’re all good here,” Murphy said. “They’re taking care of Javi and we’ll need to lay low for a while, but we made it out. Tell me you got every one of those fuckers.” When he said that you looked up, realizing who he must have been talking to. There was a long moment of silence during which Murphy’s eyes locked briefly onto yours and he pushed back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk. “Yeah, she’s here.” More silence. You held your breath. 
“They’ll be moving me out in the morning,” Murphy said, leaning forward in his chair to reach his ashtray. “She can stay with me as long as--” his eyebrows lifted and he stopped speaking, Carrillo having cut him off. “That works too.” You watched as Murphy hung up the phone. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle, filling two glasses and placing one at the edge of his desk for you. 
“Looks like you’re going to Medellín,” he said.
You couldn’t stop fidgeting after the phone call. You had tried pressing Murphy for more information, but he had nothing to give, simply saying that Carrillo would be picking you up in a few hours. He wanted to keep you safe, and the only way to do that was to keep you with him--that had to be what he was thinking. But what if he was still upset with you? As far as Carrillo knew you were still intent upon leaving, and after what happened that day…weren’t you? Shouldn’t you? No one would blame you. 
 You slouched against Javier’s desk, your back to Murphy, a cigarette burning between your fingers, a long coil of ash at its tip. The nightmare played over in your head and your stomach pitched and roiled. 
“Would you think less of me?” You repeated the words to yourself in a soft whisper. You remembered Charlie’s face the first time he told you he’d been threatened and you asked him if he was afraid. 
“I would have thought less of you if you tried to tell me you weren’t afraid,” you mumbled to yourself. You felt that same terror now, running your hand over the skin under your chin and down the front of your neck. It was like an elephant sitting on your chest, crushing your heart and your lungs, making you gasp and claw in panic. It could happen again. It could happen to him. 
“Time to go,” Murphy said. 
Your heart was in your throat as you walked through the dark parking lot of the embassy. It felt like it was right behind the thinnest layer of skin, like its strings could only take one last tug before it burst from you, and that final tug came when you saw Carrillo step out of the police truck. Murphy and embassy security stood beside you as you waited for the gate to open, eyes glued to Carrillo where he stood on the other side, hands on his hips, speaking quietly to Trujillo.
“I’ve arranged for you to stay at CNP headquarters until things quiet down,” Carrillo said to you as the gate slid open. “When it’s safe my men will escort you to the airport and wait for you to board your flight.” His words could have rooted you to the spot and they almost did. Carrillo was resigned to see you go, felt obliged to keep you safe, was unwilling to go any further than that. But his tone was soft like it had been when the two of you were alone in Javier’s apartment, and that was what you focused on. You stepped forward and slid your arms through his, pressing your body firmly against his. You could feel Carrillo tense, his arms slow to wrap around you, but when they did his hands splayed wide across your back, pulling you as close as he could in his tight, blanketing embrace. Your fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt, felt his heat beneath, his heart beating with yours--you grounded yourself in his realness. 
“Colonel,” Trujillo said, his voice soft but insistent, “no estamos seguros aquí.” Carrillo pulled away, but his hands didn’t leave you. He nodded and helped you into the truck where the two of you sat side by side, and as it started to move he turned your hand over on his knee, running his thumb gently over the scraped, reddened skin of your palm. You took his hand in both of yours and rested your head on his shoulder.
“It’s not much but you’ll be safe here,” Carrillo said, standing in the doorway of a room with metal bunk beds and rolled up mattresses. It was the first time he’d spoken to you since you’d left Bogotá, having maintained his silence in the helicopter as well. He had a blanket and pillow in his arms. “Safer than you were with Peña, anyway.” 
“Javi didn’t do anything wrong,” you said, following him into the room.
“If he had just picked up the phone this all could have been avoided.” There was something in Carrillo’s voice, a hard edge that hadn’t been there before. You watched as he set up the bottom bunk, rolling out the mattress and tossing down the bedding. 
“You can’t blame Javi for that. We were fighting.” Carrillo stopped what he was doing and straightened up, looking at you.
“Fighting?” 
“I told him I was staying, he didn’t like that, we argued. I remember the phone ringing but we were right in the middle of it.” Carrillo sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You stepped towards him, thinking that perhaps the last wall had fallen, but what he said next floored you:
“You should go.”
“What?” Carrillo was quiet for so long that the silence prompted you to say his name. It was a soft plea for him to see you, touch you, speak to you--all those things he was struggling with in that moment. 
“Are you trying to tell me you weren’t terrified today?” he asked. “Because if you had any doubts about leaving, that gun to your head should have put them to rest.”
“Of course I was terrified,” you said, “but I don’t get this, first you’re upset with me for leaving, now you’re telling me to go. Is there a third option I’m missing where everybody’s happy?” The emotions of the day piled behind your words and you couldn’t stop yourself, your voice rising. “You know, I think you misspoke the other day when you said you don’t have time for games: you meant to say you only have time for your own.”
“I’ve been selfish!” Carrillo snapped, getting to his feet. You stopped breathing then, your eyes wide. It was the first time he’d ever raised his voice around you, to you. It wasn’t in anger, no, it was in fear, and that surprised you even more. Carrillo’s eyebrows were turned up in the middle, his lips pinched tight. He turned his back to you, gripping a metal upright in one hand while the other rested on his hip, working to gather his composure. His voice was level when he spoke again: “I’m a danger to you. And if I had been a second too late...it wasn’t fair of me to pressure you. You have a way out, you should take it.” The silence in the room was heavy and you were exhausted. Exhausted from thinking, from feeling, from arguing. It was time to just be alive together.
“But I don’t,” you said finally, “not until things quiet down, right?” You walked over to Carrillo and spread your palms out over his back, feeling him relax beneath your touch. Slowly, you brought them around his sides, up over the curve of his stomach, coming to rest over his heart. Carrillo’s hands joined yours as you pressed your forehead into his back. 
“You saved my life,” you whispered. “Take me home, Horacio.” 
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savemesomenachos · 3 years
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Hey I saw your requests and I was wondering if you could do something where Tom Hiddleston and the reader used to date but broke up before she could tell him she was pregnant so it wasn’t until years later they meet again and he finds out he has a kid he never knew about?
I would love to💖!!!!! I think Daddy!Hiddles would be the absolute best and he’d be an angel✨. I’ve vaguely implied the reason for the breakup but not given the actual event. I hope you like it!!
You can find my other works on my Main Masterlist.
Daddy Dearest
Pairings: Tom Hiddleston × Reader
Warnings: Mostly fluff and a little angst, use of the word ‘shit’ I guess.
Word Count: 1288
Y/n’s POV:
“Tobias, get dressed. You’re already late for school, love.” I said to my 5 year old who had the poutiest face on planet earth in this moment. He gets it from his father, I think. Wait, what? Why am I thinking about him today? Brain, I don’t have time for this. I have a shit ton of stuff to do today coz I’m throwing my son a surprise party so I can’t be thinking about him. “Mama, I’m ready now but are you sure I have to go to school even on my birthday?” he said, pouting. Again. “Love, you know you have to. But I promise after school, we can do whatever you want, ok?” He smiled a toothy grin and nodded.
After dropping him off at school, I rushed to the party store and bought decoration and then walked off to the supermarket. As I leaving, I bumped into someone, hard and things got knocked out mine and the stranger’s hands. I profusely started to apologise as I squatted to pick up their things but they decided to do the same thing coz our hands immediately bumped into each other and a shiver ran up my arm and down my spine. I hadn’t had this feeling since… 
I looked up at the same time the stranger did and of course it had to be him. A breathy ‘Tom…’ left my mouth as he stood up and offered me a hand to do the same. Easily, my hand slipped into his like it had a mind of its own. I stood up and looked at him and I mean really looked. He looked so good. Older, more mature but still handsome. I must’ve stared for quite a while coz he started to turn red and coughed. Right away I noticed that my hand was still in his and I jerked out of his grip and cradled my hand to my chest as if burnt. Then again, being around Tom was always like this; scorching hot and overwhelming.
“Long time, love.” He said as he looked me over with a smile on his face. I forced a smile in return and nodded. “Are you free right now?” he asked as I almost turned to leave. My fist clenched and for some reason, a ‘Yes’ escaped my mouth and instantly, he wrapped my arm in his and started to make his way to the exit. I muttered a quiet ‘shit’ as we left the place and he turned to look at me with furrowed brows. “What was that love?” he asked as we turned a corner into a café. “Nothing,” I squeaked in response and slipped my arm out of his as we settled down into some chairs like this was a regular occurrence. It used to be, I think.
“You still drink americanos by the gallon?” he asked which made my head snap up to meet his gaze. Why the shit does he remember that? That’s so not normal but again, “You still drink cappuccinos by the gallon, love?” I asked with a smirk. His eyes crinkled up into a smile and he went to place our orders while I sat there planning to run. “Here you are,” he said as he set our coffees down and sat across from me.
“So, tell me what’s been u-.” “You have a son!” I almost shouted into the almost empty café and slapped my hand across my mouth. Oh god, what have I done? “Excuse me?” he asked with shock across all the pretty lines on his face. I took a small sip out of my coffee. “I didn’t tell you coz we’d just broken up but you have a son. His name’s Tobias, he’s 5 and today’s his birthday.” I explained as I fidget with the placemats on the table that were suddenly extremely intriguing. “You’re telling me I have a 5 year old son that I didn’t know about… for 5 years?” He growled. “Well, yeah.” I said. I regretted it straight away coz now he just seemed sad. “Why didn’t you call me Y/n? I could’ve been there for you,  for him. I would’ve put everything aside for him. Even my career. You know that.” He said as he leaned back in his chair.
“That’s why I couldn’t let you. I knew you’d give up everything for him and me. But eventually, I’d have to watch you hate me. I know there’s no excuse. I should’ve called you but I was young, I was selfish and so angry that things didn’t work out between us. I didn’t even think about you in that moment. I just had this responsibility now and I had to focus on that so I did. Every time, he’d ask me who his father was, I’d think you could’ve been there and that I wouldn’t have to lie. I thought you would’ve moved on by now.” I uttered in what seemed like a breath. “But I haven’t. I never moved on from you and not for lack of trying. I tried to forget you and everything between us but I just couldn’t. I’d never met anyone like and I knew I would never even in another lifetime,” he whispered while his hand slid across the table and rested over mine. I stared at our hand and then turned mine upward so I could touch his palm.
“Would you like to meet your son?” I asked with a hopeful glint in my voice that I prayed he wouldn’t catch onto. “Really?” he asked as he grasped my hand tighter. “Yeah, I think Tobias would like to meet his father. It’s been a long time coming plus you’re his favourite Marvel hero anyway. It’s convenient.” He laughed with tears in his eyes, stood up and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. “I’d love to but I don’t really know what to do with children.” He said nervously as he pulled away with a tight smile. “Just be yourself, he’ll love you.” I said as I dragged him home.
“Don’t be nervous. You’ll be fine,” I said to Tom as he twiddled with his fingers. “I can’t help it. I’m excited and nervous. Mostly nervous.” He said and laughed. I smiled and as I was about to say that he’d be fine yet again, a ring echoed in the hall where we sat. I stood up, smiled at Tom and went to the door to let Toby in. “Mama, you won’t believe what happened today. Mrs. Schumann bought a new class pet and it’s a-,” he cut off as he saw Tom in the living room. He went up to him while Tom glanced at me nervously and I reassured him with a smile. 
For a few minutes, Toby stared into Tom’s eyes and then squealed really loud, “MAMA, LOKI’S IN OUR LIVING ROOM!!!!!” “Yes, he is love. Would you like him to stay for your party?” I asked as I laughed at the unfolding scene. “LOKI’S IN THE LIVING ROOM AND I HAVE A SURPRISE PARTY? BEST BIRTHDAY EVER MAMA!” he screamed loudly as he hugged me. Tom looked at us with a small smile on his face. “Hi bud.” He said and Tobias immediately went up to him, grasped his hand and started to drag him to his room all the while talking about how ‘Loki’s my favourite’ and ‘wait till you see all my Loki action figures’. 
Tom looked at me with a questioning gaze and I smiled encouragingly while whispering a small ‘go’ which Tom seemed thankful for. Hopefully, he’ll be here to stay and the squealing about ‘Loki’s my dad and he lives with us’ will be a daily occurrence.
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just-the-hiddles · 4 years
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Open Relationship | Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Reader
A/N:  anon: You’re being so good for me. I knew you could take it all.
Summary:  Tom introduces you to Loki.  In the bedroom.
Warnings: double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), language, threesome (m/m/f)
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Tom shut the door to the bedroom and his hand fidgeted in front of him.
“I know that look, Thomas. What have you done?”
His hand spun the new wedding ring on his finger. One month to be exact. He sat beside you, his hand rubbing your thigh.
“Do you remember how we talked about possibly bringing another person into the bedroom?”
“Yes.” You furrowed your brow to him. “Why?”
“Well I was thinking we could try that tonight.” He waved his hands. “If you want!”
You giggled. “Do you have another man hiding in the closet?”
“Not exactly, pet.” A deep voice came from a dark corner. The man stepped into a view and it was photo negative of Tom.
“Holy fuck. You’re real.”
The man who you assumed was Loki held his arms out. “In the flesh. Oh Thomas, she is exquisite.”
The two men sandwiched you between them sitting at the end of the bed.
“What do you say?” Tom pushed the straps of your dress off your shoulders, peppering kisses and love bites along your collarbone. “Are you game?”
“To bed both Tom Hiddleston and Loki? Hell yes!” you exclaimed. The two men giggled.
Tom pushed you onto the bed. And Loki stood.
“Allow me to assist.”
Your bodies glowed gold and the three of you were revealed to be naked. Tom and Loki were naked too. Loki sat in a chair in the corner, his legs splayed wide and cock dripping.
“Thomas, prepare your bride.”
Tom smirked. “With pleasure.”
He nudged your legs open with his shoulders. “She already so wet, Loki. This won’t take long.”
Loki stroked himself. “Excellent, Thomas. Continue.”
You moaned as Tom licked and sucked your pussy, focusing on your clit. His fingers pressing and curling inside you. You soon gushed onto his fingers.
“Good girl.” He removed his fingers, popping him in your mouth. “Taste yourself.” You licked your juices off them. “Now roll over.”
You flipped onto your stomach and Thomas reached for the nightstand finding a small bottle of lube. He squirted the cold liquid onto your ass, massaging your tight hole.
“Just preparing you love.”
“We don’t want to hurt you, pet.” Loki chimed.
Tom pushed his finger into your ass.
“Oh fuck.” You clenched the sheets as Tom added a second finger, scissoring inside you. He reached around and massaged your clit. You relaxed and he continued to prod and curl his fingers inside you.
“Enough!” Loki demanded moving towards the bed. “She’s ready. Thomas laid on his back and motioned for you to sit on his cock. You hissed as he bottomed out. Loki positioned himself behind the two of you.
“Lean forward.” Loki pressed you onto Tom’s chest. His cock teased along your ass, before pushing in slowly. You clenched but Tom played with your clit and you relaxed.
“It’s okay, darling.”
Loki’s hips settled against your ass. “You’re being so good for me. I knew you could take it all.” he purred, rubbing his hands along your ass.
Tom and Loki began to thrust in and out of you. You were never left empty. Your mouth fell open in bliss. Tom pinched and teased your nipples while Loki gripped your hips.
“She’s close, Thomas.” Loki grunted. “Help your bride.”
“Cum for us, dear.”
He pressed on your bundle of nerves. It didn’t take much before you clench around both of them. Your vision turned white, and you were certain you blacked out because you woke to find yourself between two taut forms. Loki’s hands around your waist holding you against him, while Tom cupped your face. Your legs shifted and you winced, sore and leaking from both holds.
“Allow me.” Loki waved his hand the pain subsided.
“We thought we might have lost you for a moment.”
“That was a lot but I liked it.” you gave a weak smile. Tom kissed your forehead.
“Tonight is just the beginning of new adventure.” Tom and Loki promised.
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Author: hela-avenger
Word Count: 805
Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.
A/N: I did say that wedding bells were ringing... just not the ones you were expecting. Also ending this on a high note! Though thinking about it... I’m not ready to give this story up so keep an eye out on some bonus scenes. I have a lot planned for the two! 
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Your palms are sweating and panic is spreading all over your body. You wring your hands trying to ignore the chatter coming from inside the venue. You took a deep breath as you realized you would have to walk down the aisle in front of your close friends in a few minutes.
“You look beautiful, Y/N,” Tony whispers as he finally reaches your side. “You might actually outshine me.” 
You laugh lightly, your nerves easing slightly at his arrival.
“Doubt it,” you remark. “You always look good in a suit.” 
“You sure flatter me,” Tony grins as he fixes his suit coat. “Are you ready?” 
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you answer nervously as you press down on your dress to get rid of the wrinkles. You look up at Tony who oddly enough is as calm as can be. “Don’t let me fall on my face out there.” 
“I won’t,” Tony chuckles as he offers his arm for you to take. 
With another calming deep breath, you slip your arm into his and grip it tightly. Your stomach was still coiling in anxiety while Tony remained cool and collected.  
“I hate you for choosing me for this,” you mutter. “Why did it have to be me?” 
“Well, newsflash, I’m an orphan and I’m not walking down this aisle alone,” Tony answers. “Besides we’re family and you’re old enough to be my great grandmother so why not walk me down the aisle?”
“I guess you’ve got a point,” you sigh out. “Especially as I remember Howard making a pass at me once or twice. Could have easily almost been your mother if I had taken it up on it. Your dad and me fonduing...”
Tony gags at hearing this, “God, why did you put that awful visual in my head?” 
“For bringing up my age, you jerk,” you nudge him playfully. “I’m quite sensitive about it.”
“Sure you are,” Tony scoffs. 
You allow yourself to laugh and relax right next to him. No longer nervous for what laid ahead of you. The quartet starts to play the wedding ballad and you look over at Tony who finally shows a bit of real emotion. 
He fidgets with his bowtie and just the small act tells you all you need to know. As confident as Tony always displayed to be, it was nice to know that something could scare him ever so slightly. 
It was good for him. Pepper was really good for him. 
“It’s showtime,” Tony mutters. 
He smirks at you before the curtains are pulled open to reveal the petal scattered aisle. You both take a step forward and become encompassed by the glittering lights and cascading flower arrangements. 
You make your way down the aisle smiling up at your friends and family. Bucky, Steve, Thor, Natasha and Wanda… even Peter Parker, who you had yet to meet, was at his edge of his seat watching. And right at the front, waiting next to your reserved seat was Loki who’s adoring sight remained solely on you. 
You reach the altar and turn to Tony who presses a kiss on your cheek before whispering a quick thank you. You let him go and take your seat waiting for Pepper to make an appearance. 
“What are you smiling about, pet?” Loki whispers in your ear.  
You ignore the pet name because as much as you fussed about it, you actually secretly enjoyed it. You smile up at Loki and press a quick kiss on his lips. 
“I love weddings,” you whisper to him. “I love happy endings.” 
“Hmm,” Loki hums. 
Your focus strays to Pepper who is gracefully and elegantly walking down the aisle. She’s beautiful in the white gown that fits her like a glove. 
“There’s more to it,” Loki whispers in your ear as the ceremony begins. “I can see it in that extra glimmer in your eye.” 
Loki knew you too well and you find yourself watching him instead of the bride and groom. 
“This is all new to me,” you answer as you lean into him. “Friends, family, love… I’ve got everything I was looking for and more and all because of you.” 
He smiles down at you and presses a soft kiss on your temple. 
“You know I’ve been thinking,” you tell him quietly. “Of my next adventure.” 
Loki’s silent but his body tells you all you need to know as his hand grows tense on your shoulder.
“It’s something I’ve never done before and I’m excited to finally take it because you’ll be by my side for all of it.” 
Loki relaxes into you once more and smiles down at you. 
“Where are you planning to go?” he finally asks curious to know the answer.
“I’m planning to stay,” you tell him. “Make this place my home with you.”
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So apparently the Hiddles Fidget has transitioned from Whiskers Fidget to Collar Fidget...gtk 👍🏼
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Tinderbox, pt 19
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Marshall thanked Christie and made his way out of the deli, stopping to say goodbye to Rosie. She waved to an old couple who complimented the day’s special before turning to him, her tumble of hair looped in a ponytail through her deli-logo ball cap.
“Arlo, huh?” she asked, but her tone was nervous.
“He isn’t involved, Rosie. He did what any teenage boy would do - took fifty dollars to drop the gift to you.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Okay.”
“So,” he began as the deli bustled around them, “Tonight. I, ah…. I don’t think you should be alone.”
Colour infused her cheeks. “Actually I don’t want to be alone. I could ask Christie if-”
“Stay with me? I’ll have Faye tonight, but she’s actually really stoked to meet you.”
Rosie’s eyes widened for a second. “She is?”
“She is. Although she reiterated that she doesn’t share food.”
Her lips curved, and the urge to kiss her ran through his veins like wildfire. “Smart girl.”
“We’ll pick you up at seven, then?”
“Perfect.” She looked as if she was about to lift her face for a kiss, but a customer waved her over with a request for a coffee top up. “See you later, Walt.”
It was the first time she’d shortened his name, and he liked it.
He hadn’t taken three steps out of the door when Arlo appeared beside him. Marshall folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the outer brick wall of the deli. “Uh huh?”
“Uh, Sir.” Arlo’s face flushed red, his backpack hung on one shoulder. “You don’t have to tell Rosie, do you? About the….. Er….”
“Poetry?” Marshall prompted, hiding his amusement.
“Yeah,” Arlo mumbled, staring at the ground.
Marshall put him out of his misery. “I’m pretty sure it’s against the bro code. I won’t say anything.”
Arlo’s eyebrows shot into his hairline and he nodded. “Thanks, uh, Sir.” He turned away as fast as his legs would carry him, no attempt at the cool teenage slouch Marshall had seen him adopt previously.
*****
DAHLIA: How are you, babe? Not heard from you for a hot minute.
ROSIE: Well….. I’ve met someone.
DAHLIA: Holy shit!
DAHLIA: What’s he like? I want to know everything about him. How tall is he? What colour is his hair? Have you seen inside his pants?
ROSIE: Lovely. A bit grumpy on the surface but sweet inside. He’s very tall. Brown hair. And yes, I have.
DAHLIA: Oh my gawd.
DAHLIA: By the way, you haven’t seen Dylan around have you? It’s a big city so I guess probably not. But his old schoolteacher’s mom said he’d left for NYC.
DAHLIA: You ok?
DAHLIA: Meanwhile, back at the ranch….
DAHLIA: OK, you didn’t even laugh. I can tell even from here. Maybe I should come visit?
*****
Rosie fidgeted by the door of her apartment. She’d packed an overnight bag, changed Salami’s litter tray, ensured his dispenser was full of enough food to last until tomorrow mid morning. She glanced around her apartment, once her sanctuary. True, Dylan - if indeed Whiskers was Dylan - hadn’t crossed the threshold, but he knew where she lived, and that was bad enough.
The buzzer rang and she almost jumped off her feet. Drawing in a deep breath, she shook her head. “Calm down.” Five in, five out.
She pressed the intercom button. “Hello?”
“Hey, sweetheart,” Marshall’s voice came clear through the speaker. “Your chariot awaits.”
“Be right down.” Rosie bent to drop a kiss to Salami’s head where the cat curled up on her painting table, eyes closed, tail flicking lazily.
She locked up behind her, the heels of her boots clicking on the stairs. The weather was getting warmer by slow degrees, but Winter’s teeth hadn’t been blunted yet, and she wrapped her scarf tighter as she pressed the door release.
Marshall stood outside in his thick black parka, the hood down. The wind teased errants curls of his thick, dark hair . Next to him, her hands in her pockets, waited the teenage girl from Marshall’s wallet picture, her hair hidden by the purple hood of her winter jacket, an expression of wariness and hope on her adolescent face.
“Hi,” Rosie ventured. “You must be Faye.”
“And you’re Rosie,” Faye replied, her tone neutral. “Dad says you’re staying with us tonight.”
Rosie glanced up at Marshall. “If that’s okay.”
Faye smiled shyly. “Well, we get to have double garlic bread because you’re coming for dinner.”
“I love garlic bread,” Rosie admitted.
“Me too!” Faye squealed, but then dropped her expression into the teenage ambivalence Rosie knew very well from when she’d been that age. “I mean, everyone loves garlic bread.”
“Come on, you two,” Marshall interrupted, rolling his eyes good naturedly. “I’d better get cooking.”
Rosie followed them into the car. Faye took the front seat next to her dad, and Rosie was happy to get in the back.
Marshall navigated the truck across the city and within twenty minutes they pulled up outside a tall brownstone. The end of its terrace, two big roman-style pillars flanked the entryway and a Victorian style lamp glowed on the wall above the buzzer panel.
Tapping in the code, Marshall let them in, first through the main door, and then into his ground floor apartment.
The living space was bigger than Rosie had expected, breezy and open plan. He’d been right though - no soul. The kitchen looked like it wasn’t often cooked in. The fridge held a selection of takeout menus and some polaroids of Faye, stuck up with magnets. Plain drapes lined the big picture window, and on the coffee table lay an official looking folder, likely full of police work.
“Dad’s place needs work,” Faye said shortly. She opened the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice. “You want some?”
“Sure.” Rosie shrugged off her coat and Marshall hung it with his own.
Faye set out three glasses and sniffed the juice before pouring. Beside her, Marshall started assembling the ingredients for lasagne and pulled frozen garlic baguettes from his small freezer compartment.
“What can I do?” Rosie asked as Faye shrugged her coat off and tossed it on the sofa.
“Dad and I usually cook together,” Faye replied from across the room, but then added, “how about you chop the herbs?”
The teenager set up her phone as a speaker and played some bubbly pop music as the aroma of cooking meat filled the space. Marshall asked Faye questions about her friends and her day as he measured out pasta sheets, and before long the dish was set in the oven, the aroma making Rosie’s stomach clench in hunger.
Marshall plated up the garlic bread and Faye practically vibrated next to him as he carried the dish to the table.
She snatched up a piece and tossed it from hand to hand. Rosie laughed at her antics. “A girl after my own heart.”
“So is it serious with you and my Dad?” Faye asked after chewing a mouthful of garlicky baguette.
“Faye,” Marshall growled.
“No, it’s okay,” Rosie allowed. “I care about your Dad very much, Faye. And to answer your question, I believe it is serious.”
Faye looked to her father for confirmation of this.
Marshall nodded. “I’m serious about Rosie. She makes me happy.”
For a second Faye looked from her father to Rosie and back again, as if deciding something. Then she smiled shyly.
“You’re happy?” she asked Marshall.
He hesitated. “Yes…?”
“So can I stay up late tonight? And can I pick the movie?”
Marshall looked at Rosie over Faye’s head, and his expression said I think we’re going to be fine.
As always thanking my beta, @ly-canthrope
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I'm so happy smut drabbles are back. Can I get 3 , 11 & 12 Tony Stark X reader please
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Pairing: Tony x Reader
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Everything Taglist – @godofplumsandthunder  @ladyacrasia @agustdowney @swaggysposts @littlegasps @little-baby-vixen  @another-stark-sub @supraveng @kahlanmars @marvelgirl7 @disappointmentofthefam  @pandaxnienke @tom-hlover @just-the-hiddles
“God I forgot how good you felt around me.” Tony groaned, pushing into you and making you grab onto the bathroom counter as your eyes fluttered open.
“What? No hot blonde with a big rack to satisfy your needs?” bitterness dripping through your voice as you retorted, pulling on his hair harshly, glaring.
The evening had begun differently. A gala that required every member of the team to be present, a professional courtesy that had you return to the tower, the place you left six months ago after your break up. After hours of stolen glances and longing looks, the two of you had enough liquid courage to get the other in one of the many secluded bathrooms in the tower, rid each other of clothes and have at it for old time’s sake.
As much as you wouldn’t admit, it felt good to be back with the team, with Tony. And as much as you’d hoped to enjoy seeing him be miserable, you felt the opposite.
Your heels dug into his hips as you pulled his dick further inside with your legs to get him to move. Tony obliged and began thrusting into you, months of missing each other not just physically began to show its signs as your anger slowly melted away, his snarky behaviour dissolved as his arms went around your back to hold you close, kisses against your skin turning softer, apologetic.
“I missed you.”
His little whispered confession made tears sting in your eyes as you pulled him in for a kiss, hips stilling for bit as Tony opened his eyes to wipe your escaped tears away. He touched his forehead to yours as he resumed plunging in and out of you at a more hurried speed now, breaths mingling as you held onto his shoulders, panting.
Reaching between your bodies, you rubbed circles around your clit, soon replaced by Tony’s fingers, he knew your body better than you did. You cried out in pleasure as you came, the sound muffled by Tony’s expensive three-piece suit where you’d hid your face, soon followed by him as he grunted into your neck, painting your walls with his cum as he did.
After cleaning up, you locked eyes with him in the mirror as you both got dressed, skins still flushed, silence hanging heavy in the air.
“I think I’ll leave.” You muttered, not wanting to wait for yet another heartbreak.
“Why?”
“There’s no reason for me to stick around now, the event’s over.” You stared at your feet, voice gone low and quiet.
“Look honey I was going to—” Tony began, taking a step towards you but you cut him off.
“I’ll see you around Tony.”
You reached your hand over the doorknob when Tony stopped you, crowding you but not touching.
“That wasn’t just sex and you know it.”
That made you look at him, his eyes sincere as he waited for a reply, hands fidgeting to keep themselves from holding yours.
“I’m listening…”
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Becoming -Part Two
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Title: Becoming
One Shot: 2/6
Character: Tom Hiddleston
Genre: Realistic(?) fluff; Angst
Rating: T
Summary: Learning about his son was only just the start of the story. As Tom Hiddleston struggles to adapt to this sudden change in his life, he comes to learn that becoming a father might be the biggest role he’d ever taken on. *Sequel/Continuation of Lovers’ Eyes*
Authors Notes/Warnings: This story came about because I knew there was still so much about Tom and his son that I wanted to explore. I fully intended this to be a quick flash forward into their lives, a snapshot if you will….They had other ideas and so here we are. This is technically all one story but has been broken down into parts to make the reading easier.
Thanks so much first and foremost to @ciaodarknessmyheart who has dealt with me throwing all of these ideas at her and has helped shape them into something coherent and wonderful.
Thanks as well to @tinchentitri who also helped provide wonderful insight.
Hope you all enjoy!
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Things seemed…If not easier, then certainly less dire after that evening. Tom still found himself questioning just what he was doing but the contact with Jaime, seeing his son smile and laugh made the distance easier to bear. They’d settled into a routine, speaking twice daily, once in the morning as Jaime started his day and once in the evening as he settled to bed. Even with several thousand miles between them and the relationship between them still new and fragile for it, Tom allowed himself a cautious hope that maybe, just maybe this could work. Or at least not fail completely.
 When filming wrapped four weeks later, it had taken everything in Tom to keep from running from set, to his hotel, and then straight to the nearest airport. The last thing he had any desire to do was hang about at the wrap party, but as one of the film’s stars his presence wasn’t negotiable in the eyes of his agent and majority of the crew. In the end he’d stayed long enough to make what his agent called “a respectable appearance”. He’d smiled and shared a drink but it was clear his mind was every much elsewhere.
 The flight home, only two planes and a five hour lay-over this time, was nerve-wrecking. He’d called Jaime during the layover, grateful to hear his son’s laughing voice, even if the boy was thoroughly distracted by whatever was currently on the television screen. Tom smiled as he recognized the theme playing and sighed.
 “Uncle Tom? You’ll be home soon right? You can come over and then we can play!”
 Tom swallowed thickly, trying to not let the hope in the boy’s voice overwhelm him. “I’ll see you maybe tomorrow, I’ll have to talk to your Nan to make sure.”
 Seeming satisfied with that, Jaime continued to babble on until Tom had needed to end the call when his flight was announced as boarding overhead. He’d been reluctant to end the call, not wanting to part from Jaime. It scared him, honestly, how much the little boy had come to mean to him and in such a short span of time. At times it still felt surreal, the idea he was someone’s father. That he was Jaime’s father.
 But was he even that really? Yes, he was biologically Jaime’s father; he had the paperwork and lab results to prove it, but as far as the boy was concerned he was ‘Uncle Tom’, his mummy’s silly friend who played pretend.
 And the knowledge of it burned far more than he had ever thought it would. It shouldn’t. He should have been grateful to even have a place in the boy’s life at all. It shouldn’t matter what Jaime called him. It was clear he adored Tom, clear he seemed to think the world of him. But it did. He was the boy’s father and Jaime didn’t know. And he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to honestly live with that. Tom scrubbed his face with his hands before shoving his mobile back into his pocket and running off towards the gate.
 He’d made the call to Keira in the late morning after he’d arrived home and had settled as well as he could manage. It felt strange, having to ask permission to see his own child but he knew it was her right as Keira was Jaime’s legal guardian. He could press the issue, take the matter up in the courts and take full, legal custody of the boy but at what cost? Keira was the only stable thing in Jaime’s life and as much as Tom wanted to be, he knew he couldn’t be that for the boy. Not now, not when his life was so unsteady. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone involved.
 Keira had agreed with minimal fuss; Jaime had apparently talked of nothing else from the time he’d finished speaking to Tom, throughout his bedtime routine, and well into breakfast after he’d awoken the following morning. “I figured as much,” she answered with a soft laugh, “Jaime is very much looking forward to seeing you.”
 “I am too.”
 Things fell back into their familiar new routine after that. Tom found himself spending whatever time he could at Keira’s with Jaime, ignoring the tearing at his heart whenever the boy called him ‘Uncle Tom’. It didn’t matter, he told himself. He was part of the boy’s life the hows shouldn’t matter. He wouldn’t let it matter. What mattered was he was a part of Jaime’s life.
 And that worked for a while.
 Tom did his best to balance the time he spent with Jaime with the demands his life placed on him; he did as much of the prep work for pre-production of his next project at home, only flying out at the last possible moment. He made sure to only be a phone or video call away from his son. It wasn’t ideal but it worked well enough. Tom found the work this time around grueling; when in the past he could let himself escape into the role he was playing, Tom couldn’t let himself now. Not when there was someone who needed him to be as present as possible.
 One afternoon months later, during one of Tom’s brief but desperately needed sojourns home, while they were both settled in the living room playing with Lego Jaime asked the question Tom had both longed for and dreaded with equal measure.
 “Uncle Tom, why don’t I have a daddy?”
 It was as if a pin had dropped. Tom found himself staring at the boy sitting beside him, confusion painted across his features. “What…Jaime, what’s brought this on?”
 Jaime shrugged, fidgeting with the Lego sitting before him. “Charlie’s dad takes him to the park and they play. I play with Nana Keira and you…But not my daddy. Mummy said he was away and couldn’t stay with us. But why?”
 Tom blinked at him, unsure of what to say. Jaime’s hazel eyes were large and full of question. God, how was he supposed to explain any of this to a five year-old?
 “I’d like to play in the park with my daddy like Charlie does,” Jaime continued, oblivious to the older man’s distress. “I like the swings and the slide. They’re fun and I can go high in the air. I like going high in the air. Mummy didn’t like going in the air but she always pushed me higher when I asked. Do you think my daddy likes going high in the air?”
 Again Tom felt his throat tighten as the enormity of Jaime’s questions overwhelmed him. “Maybe,” was all he could manage to whisper, though he knew it would do little to ease the questions he could still see burning in the boy’s eyes.
 “Jaime, my boy, come and get washed up for tea.” Keira’s voice echoed from the hall pulling Tom from his thoughts and sending his heart very nearly into his throat. Jaime pouted, clearly not ready for his playdate to be over.
 Tom smiled warmly at him, hoping it reached his eyes. The absolute last thing he wanted was to hurt or confuse the boy more than he already was. All he had done, after all, was ask questions that must have been rattling inside his head for a while.
 “Go listen to your Nan,” he urged, grabbing bits of Lego and dumping in back into the bin. “Go on, don’t you make her ask you a second time.”
 Jaime sighed, reluctantly got to his feet and dashed out of the living room.
 Footsteps in the hall pulled Tom’s attention from the mess around him. He dropped the pieces of Lego from his hand into the bin by his side and looked up to see Keira standing quietly in the doorway, an unreadable expression on her face. “I take it you overheard.”
 Keira nodded. “He’s been…Quite curious as of late. It was honestly only a matter of time, really.”
 Tom pushed himself to his feet. “I didn’t say anyth…I didn’t know what to say to him.”
 “I know you didn’t, but maybe it’s time you should.” Tom blinked at her in confusion. “He already adores you, Tom, and I know you feel the same. You aren’t good at sticking around, at being there for people, but I can see you trying. For Jaime. For yourself. And I can respect that.” She laughed softly, shaking her head. “I may never like you, Tom, but I am starting to respect you. Just keep trying, you never know what may come of it.”
 She smiled once more and walked from the room, calling out. “James William, those hands better be cleaned with soap and water.”
 Gods above, he still didn’t know what to make of that woman.
 Starting at his hands, Tom resolved to not bring up the subject with Jaime again unless, or until, the boy brought it up himself. As much as he wanted to her the boy call him ‘daddy’, and gods above he did, Tom knew he couldn’t just come out and say it. The words sat on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t force himself to say them aloud. It was fear, pure and simple. He was afraid of disappointing the boy. Afraid he wouldn’t be enough, wouldn’t be the kind of father Jaime deserved.
 “Uncle Tom! Are you staying for tea?” Jaime’s voice proceeded him as the little boy darted back into the living room, eyes bright and shining.
 “I…If it’s alright with your Nan.”
 Jaime reached out and grabbed Tom’s hand, dragging the tall man behind him as he raced back towards the dining room and his waiting grandmother. The question comes out in a flurry of excited words and Keira had to ask Jaime twice to slow down and repeat himself before she understood. She smiled warmly at the boy before turning her attention towards Tom. “Of course. Hope you’re alright with tomato soup and cheese toasties.”
 Tom smiled brightly. “Tomato soup and cheese toasties sounds divine.”
 Places set, the three sat around the scarred wooden dining table with bowls of steaming soup and warm toasted sandwiches sat before them. Jaime dug into the meal with the kind of abandon Tom himself tucked into pudding. “Pace yourself, Jaime. This isn’t a race,” Keira scolded.
 Jaime looked up completely unabashed, pausing to take a deep drink of his glass of milk. Tom laughed heartily at the sight. His told him many a time over the last thirty odd years that he had been a cheeky little lad growing up and that if there was any justice in the world and he had children one day they would be just like him. Gods above, he thought, Mum was right.  
 “What’s funny?” Jaime asked, his mouth full of cheese toasty.
 “Something my mum told me.”
 “Oh?” Jaime’s eyes were wide with expectation. “What?”
 Tom wiped his mouth with a napkin and folded his hands together, resting them on the table. “She told me many a time that I was a mischievous little imp, always looking for trouble, always trying something new.”
 “Mummy used to call me her silly little imp.” Jaime’s smile faltered slightly at his own admission. “I miss Mummy.”
 Instinctively, Tom reached out, resting his hand on the boy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “I know you do. I miss her too. She was a very good woman, your mummy.” He smiled softy at Jaime. “And I know she loved you very much.”
 Jaime blinked up at him. “You do?”
 “You were her silly little imp, Jaime. Of course she loved you so very much. She told me, just the once, how you were her whole world and I know she meant it.” Tom sighed, letting his hand ruffle through Jaime’s sandy hair. “You are a very lucky young man, Jaime lad, to have a mummy like yours.”
 “Is your mummy gone too?”
 Tom blinked at Jaime’s quiet question, caught completely off guard by it. He coughed once before speaking. “No, my mummy is still here. She lives in Suffolk though and I don’t see her as much as I should.”
 Jaime nodded, looking at Tom curiously. “Does she live with your daddy?”
 Tom shook his head. “No, Jaime,” he answered as truthfully as he could. “My mummy doesn’t live with my daddy. My daddy lives far away, all the way up in Scotland.”
 “Oh.” There was slump to the boy’s shoulders that tore at Tom’s heart. “Do you think my daddy is there too? Mummy said he lived far away too.”
 Tears burned in Tom’s eyes. “Oh Jaime…He doesn’t live in Scotland, but…But he did live far away for a time.” He didn’t know why he was saying it, didn’t know just what he was saying. But he knew he had to say something.
 “You know my daddy?” Jaime’s voice was laced with such naked hope that Tom felt his heart clench. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Keira tense. They both knew this was coming, that it had to come, but so soon?
 “Jaime…I…” He fumbled over his words. Why was this so difficult?
 “He does, Jaime,” Keira cut in, ending Tom’s nervous rambling. She shot him a knowing look, as if to say, now or never.
 Jaime’s eyes widened as he stared up at Tom with unbridled hope. “You know my daddy?”
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holmesapothecary · 4 years
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Hi! What are your favorite David + Patrick fanfics?
Here are just a sampling of some of my favs:
Watching Through Windows: helvetica_upstart
David falls off a ladder and can’t remember Schitt’s Creek. Things fall apart and come back together.
A Fair Return: thingswithwings
my heart was broke, my head was sore: blueink3
Or, the morning after Grad Night goes somewhat differently when Patrick gets a call from home.
The Last Rose Video: Distractivate
A story about Patrick Brewer, who owns the last Rose Video franchise in the world, and David Rose, who has been sent to Schitt's Creek by his father to close the store for good. 
like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass: wardo_wedidit
Five weddings David and Patrick don't have, and one they do.
Small Projects: GCLane
Knitting is systematic fidgeting. It’s colors and textures and patterns. The goal is making something beautiful to put on your body or someone else’s. Of course, David learns how.
101: Hth
Still, it's true that Patrick can have his shy side. He likes to be a gentleman – Mr. Order Whatever You Want I'm Paying and Mr. Here Let Me Fix That For You and Mr. No David Not In the Backseat I Want It to Be Special – so David can't entirely rely on Patrick's willingness to charge forward for the greater good.
if not for you: goingmywaydoll
On a Wednesday he breaks up with Rachel. The next Tuesday, he leaves on a road trip with David.
We Could Turn the World to Gold: middyblue
“You’re getting him to go running?” Alexis says incredulously, finally looking up from her phone.“Under protest,” David says. Alexis narrows her eyes at him and he rolls his eyes at her. “So maybe Patrick won a bet.”“And running is what you make him do?” she asks Patrick. “Have you seen him run?”
Nine weeks of following Patrick's c25k running app, picking up from where the Season 5 finale left off.
loud and often (the way i do): hudders-and-hiddles 
“You use that word a lot.”
“What word?” Patrick asks.
“That one.” There’s only a trace of his usual emphatic tone buried under the tired, slurry sound of it. “The L one.”
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jewels2876 · 4 years
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Hearing His Voice
A/N: It’s Hank Williams Character Appreciation Day with @the-th-horniest-book-club​ 
Word Count: 567
Divider by @ punklovecore
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You never knew his name, only the faint sounds of his singing that lulled you into a peaceful sleep each night. With your window cracked, letting in a breeze to cool the stifling warm bedroom, you had heard the singing every night for months.  When the night was still, you tossed and turned restlessly, wishing for the light breeze and melodic sounds.  When the rains came on some evenings, you’d stare out the window, wondering from which direction his voice called. You always wished and dreamed for a breeze and his voice.
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Hank strummed the guitar, no real song in mind just building the melody and harmony. His voice crooned low, as to not annoy any of the foot traffic passing by on the sidewalk. He knew his voice carried and more than one person had called the police complaining about strange caterwaulings. A grin overtook his face as he thought about his teacher, Payne, that had him yodeling as practice for his singing.  As the traffic on the sidewalk ebbed and flowed, Hank picked at his guitar some more, a light breeze tousling his hair.
From the other side of the street, you froze. That voice! Your head swivled in all directions, trying to find the source. Your eyes drifted to the call signs of the radio station across the street; the guitar caught your attention next. His long fingers moved over the guitar with ease, his lips barely moved but you knew. You looked both ways quickly then crossed the street, headed straight to the young man with the guitar.
Hank felt eyes on him, which he easily ignored as he strummed on. “Excuse me?” a melodic voice asked. His fingers paused and he raised his gaze. “Excuse me, sir, but do you live in the neighborhood of Elm street?”
Hank’s eyes crinkled in humor. “Did my yodeling get out of hand again miss? I do apologize for that.”
“NO!” You exclaimed rather loudly and quickly. A few people turned in your direction, but continued on their ways. “No, I love your singing,” you amended, taking a seat next to Hank. “I fall asleep to your voice every night.”  You fidgeted slightly, embarrassed at your honesty to this stranger. “Hi, I’m y/n.”
His smile grew wide at your introduction. “Hi y/n, I’m Hank. Pleased to meet you.”
“Pleased to meet you too.”
“So you like my singin’ do ya?” he teased. Hank noted you turned your head to the side shyly. “What song is your favorite?”
You ducked your head. “I don’t ever hear the words, just the music.”
Hank’s interest was piqued. “Really? My music teacher would be very impressed at your ear then. Would you like to stop by for a lesson sometime?”
Your jaw dropped a bit at the invitation. You bit your lip, not wanting to blurt out something silly as you had before. “Really Hank? That’d be okay?”
“If it’s okay with your mama and daddy,” he replied. You couldn’t help grinning at his mention of your parents.
“I’m eighteen; my momma and daddy will be just fine with it.” Your smile widened a touch more. “So when is your next lesson?”
“Tomorrow, noon. Is that okay?”
“I’ll be there!” You threw your arms around his neck in excitement. Your face heated up once more and pulled back. “Sorry.”
Hank’s laugh was infectious. “Darlin’ don’t be sorry. I’ll be lookin’ forward to tomorrow even more now.”
tagging: @sarahivi​ @littleredstarfish​ @just-the-hiddles​ @nuggsmum​ @marvelgirl7​ @jobean12-blog​ @xxloki81xx​ 
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just-the-hiddles · 4 years
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Meeting the Parents | Tom Hiddleston x Reader
A/N: for @letsdisneythings : “Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.
Summary: Tom hurries home to get ready to meet your parents for the first time. 
warnings: sex, language
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Tom rushed home to get ready for dinner. Tonight was your birthday, and he was meeting your parents for the first time. He had fidgeted all day to the point Luke made a comment. Tom blew him off earning him a “bollocks” in return. But now, he pushed into the bathroom, ready to take a shower.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Tom’s eyes bugged out.
You adjusted your bra. Tom’s cock twitched. “A bra and panties.”
“For dinner with your parents?” He took in the racy bra, your breast threatening to spill over and the matching thong.
“I wanted to look pretty for you.” You cooed, batting your eyelashes.
“You little minx.” Tom growled, pinning you against the sink. “Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.” His fingers teased the straps.
“What did you have in mind?” you tempted.
Tom grabbed your waist from behind, holding you tight against him, his cock straining and throbbing. “I was thinking of bending you over this sink and fucking you until milk my cock. And then making you dress, my seed dripping out of during dinner with your parents.”
“What’s stopping you?” You wiggled your ass against him.
Tom snapped, pushing you forward and releasing his dick from his pants. He didn’t even bother to push your panties down, pulling them to the side. Tom pushed into you. Your hips pressed hard against the sink.
“Hold on, darling. I will not be gentle.”
You gripped the counter as Tom fucked you mercilessly. Tom’s fingers dug into your hips and you moaned and whimpered.
“That’s it love, take all of me like a good girl.”
His words tipped your over the edge and you spasmed around him.
“Fuck, darling! That’s it, squeeze my cock.” Tom stilled as he came in your pussy. He pulled you with a smile and replaced your panties, patting your bottom. Your makeup ruined.
“Oh dear, it seems I have ruined your makeup. I am off to take a shower and you better hurry. We don’t want to be late for your parents.” Tom smirked, turning on the water.
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