#i wish to god i knew more russian i love it but i need to make time to study it more

[notanactressyayy]

—𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩—

pairing . Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader

summary . you both knew you would never be able to be together — so you had to take the shot, even if it would be the only and one time.

warnings . smut! I am not responsible for your content consumption! bottom! Natasha, soft sex, praise kink (?), cunninglingus, face riding, fingering, multiple orgasms, forbidden love, Red Room trope in general, non graphic violence, implied sexual harassment (Dreykov), cursing, angst.

notes . english is not my first language (🇧🇷) so I apologize for any spelling errors. feel free to leave any advice though!

disclaimer: they're both 18, before the graduation ceremony.

highschool sweethearts thing because I'm a simp for it. ^^

divider credits: @benkeibear

"Love is for children." they'd say, "love is a weakness." so how the hell did you manage? Natasha wondered, how did you kept the facade, even with all the things that happened between you, in secrecy from the rest of the widows — from Madam B, and from General Dreykov?

Because even her, one of their best widows, was starting to lose it.

Ever since the beggining, you were the most ruthless, emotionless, cruel widow they had. You couldn't remember your life before the Red Room, because it never existed. They took you from your parents when you were 2, and your training started by the age of 4.

You could swear you were born like that — cursed, without a heart. You never cared for anyone, for anything. Your only task was rob, torture, kill. Because the apple doensn't fall far away from the tree.

But somehow, that girl still managed to change you.

When Madam B put the redhead as your opponent, was when your whole perspective of life, of being, changed. God, you hated her. She had everything you ever wished to have — the longing for a family, the care for people, the gentleness. That showed whenever you went on a mission together — it wasn't a part of her characters, it was herself. When she spoke to you about Yelena and how she tried to protect her, when she took you to the dark warehouse to take care of your bruises.. especially when she insisted on covering your ears and mumbling a russian lullaby to muffle the sounds of the other girls screams in the night.

She taught you what love was. And that made you want to kill her. To kiss her. To tear her apart. To make her scream, and not from pain.

Dreykov always made it clear that romance, or even the slightest display of affection would result in severe punishment, or worse, execution. That was because he knew that the widows would never be able to find a partner outside his walls, so finding that need between each other was the only way out.

Yet, Natasha and you had an advantage point — you were the best of the best, the most talented widows. So first: he wouldn't suspect anything, and second: he couldn't kill his best agents. It would be his loss.

That's how she became your little secret. You were an hell of an expert, because you never let your feelings get in your job. Neither did Natasha, but it still shocked her.

It started with a simple peck on the lips by the age of 13, in the farris wheel of the amusement park you were undercover. Your cart was the one on the top, where you could see all the atractions from, and no one could see you. You tried to convince yourself it was just teenage curiosity, but it still led to that.

The hotel room of Belgium, Brussels.

You never knew the simple mission on breaking in a bank was gonna lead to that.

Natasha did everything in a rush, knowing that you could do it smoothly, but just to be able to spend a little more time with you. Like now.

You sighed deeply, leaning against the sink's counter and looking at your reflexion in the mirror. The cut on your forehead was stinging a little, but you decided not to pay attention. The redhead walked in the bathroom, just not expecting to see you only in a black lace bra and the black tights of the vest. You heard the click of the door, but showed little emotion. "Hey, Red."

"Oh, Y/n..." she whispered, her eyes searching for yours, wanting to know if you wanted her to leave. You gave her a shake of your head and a small smile. She walked through the door with a soft exhale. "I already settled the guns and all the weapons. I also wrote the reports, in case you're wondering."

"You spoil me too much," you smirked tiredly. "You do all of that just to have me a little more, don't you?"

Your joke made her look down a little. "Yes," she whispers.

"You do?" you raised an eyebrow, not expecting her to affirm. "Well.. we still have 5 hours before they retreat us, so.."

"Your forehead," Natasha cuts you off, frowning in concern, rushing to check on you. Her hands went to hold your shoulders as she studied the cut — she only realized your lips parted and your gaze at her when she felt the straps of the bra beneath her hands.

"It's fine," you whispered, clearing your throat. Natasha looked away for a brief second, before looking into your eyes again.

"It's not, let me patch you up—"

You shook your head, placing your hands on her waist and leaning in, shutting her up with a long, gentle kiss. You pulled away and met Natasha's dreamy gaze, her eyes a little disoriented.

"Y/n..." the redhead mumbled, her eyes fluttering close and her head dropping to your shoulder, as she sighed.

"God, the way you look out for me makes me so weak." you chuckled, your palm rubbing her back, fingernails grazing her skin. "You know you don't have to do that. I can take care of myself just fine."

"I don't care," she said, lifting her head again to get herself lost in your eyes once more.

The graduation ceremony was coming soon, and you couldn't care less about that — but with her, it was different. You both knew what the ceremony actually meant, and Natasha was scared. She didn't want her dignity off her. And not knowing how to deal with this, she just wanted to protect you, in a way to comfort herself, her heart.

"It's gonna be okay, Natalia," you smile, planting a little kiss on the tip of her nose. "It's not gonna be the first surgery they perform on us. Besides, I'm gonna be with you as soon as you're back on the dormitory, okay?"

"It's just," Natasha gulped, her arms wrapping around herself. She was thinking far, of the future. "Who's gonna want a woman who can't even do the basics? Who's gonna want a woman who can't give birth to a baby?"

"Me." you simply said, placing your hand on her cheek, Nat immediately leaning into the touch. "I will. Because when we're out, we're getting married." you giggled. "Wasn't that our promise 4 years ago, when we were 14?"

Natasha's eyes snapped back to you. It was clear she didn't want to think of that as a joke — she had to show you how much she felt for you. And she wanted- needed you to reciprocate her. So she completely forgot of all the damn rules. She grabbed the back of your neck, and unintentionally pushed you up against the wall, kissing you with urgency.

Your eyes widened in surprise, but fluttered close again as the shock vanished. Your hands went to hold her waist again, tightening as you felt her press herself against you.

"Nat..." you whispered against her lips, breaking the kiss. She looked at you, her lips grazing yours again, your noses brushing.

"It's our only chance," she whines. "We were pleasure toys for men since we were little, can't we have something real for once? Before everything falls apart?"

Your breathing hitches as she says that. You let your eyes close, guiding her backwards and outside the bathroom, towards the bed.

"It's forbidden, but who the fuck cares? Who knows if we're not getting killed someday, or if Dreykov send us to different bases and we never see each other again?"

"Natalia," you shake your head, shakily breathing. "Everything I've done, everything I did was for one reason — having you by my side."

Natasha whimpered, sitting you down on the bed and standing between your legs. "Y/n, I want to see you."

"Then do it." you replied with no hesitance. "you're the only one who I'd consent to, Natalia."

At this point, you swore you forgot everything else than how she slowly unattached the hostler from your hips, pulling the tights and panties down and breathing rapidly by the sight of you semi-naked in front of her. Before she could do anything else, you stood up, hand moving to zip down the tight suit they made you wear. Natasha whined, leaning herself into your hands.

"So impatient," you whispered, finishing with the zipper and removing the fabric of her body, taking your time to do so. She held your shoulders and let you slip it down her legs — along with her panties, which she wasn't expecting. Natasha gasped quietly as the air hit her core, making you smile softly and stand up again.

"Darling," you cooed, hands moving to her back as your face found shelter on her neck, gently nibbling and kissing there. "you're so pretty it hurts,"

"Y/n," the redhead almost moaned, tilting her head back to grant you more access. She felt the straps of her bra slide down her shoulders and bit her lip as her breasts were freed, the lack of the tight clothing giving both of you an immense relief. In a moment, your lace lingerie was gone too.

"You're so gorgeous..." you whispered in her ear, your fingers tracing all the scars on her body, which you were sure you already had memorized. "And you are mine."

"Yes," she nodded, wrapping her arms around your waist. The skin on skin contact from someone she actually trusted felt too good, too much. "Yes, yes I'm yours."

Natasha then gently sat you down again on the edge of the bed, taking your breath away as she kneeled down in front of you, her hands gently pushing your knees apart and holding them open like this.

"God," she whimpered, leaning her face to slowly press kisses on your inner thighs, your back arching a little with the contact.

You took a moment to look at her dreamily, your slender fingers going to tangle in her red hair and play with it softly. "Lyubovmoya, (my love,)"

Natasha swore she could cry now, from the intense emotions building up within her. She couldn't wait anymore. So she did just that — diving into you, her mouth finding your pussy, her tongue inside you, tasting you, savouring the sweetness reserved only for her.

"Fuck, malyshka, (baby,)" you moaned, the sensation of being filled by someone who wouldn't harm you almost sending you over the edge already. "Yes, just like that,"

Natasha whimpered softly, licking the juices that were already spilling out of you, her tongue moving in circular motions against your clit.

"Nat," your head tilted back, hips bucking against her face as your climax approached. "I'm coming, Nat, I—"

She moaned against your folds as you came, licking all of your arousal, her tongue fucking you through your orgasm. After a while, she pulled her head back and looked up at your face.

"You're so fucking beautiful between my legs like that." you murmured breathlessly, smiling in bliss. Natasha blushed, you could tell she really liked your praises. "Are you really ready for more?"

"This is such a bad idea," she lifted herself from between your legs and smiled weakly, straddling your thigh again and gently pushing your back against the bed. "But the best we'd ever have."

You giggled, crawling further back the bed and laying your head on the pillow, your hands pulling her on top of you. Natasha thought of everything but that.

"Y/n," she bit her lip, getting a little shy. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"Don't be a hypocrite." you smirked softly. It wasn't going to be the first time she had suffocated you with her thighs, one of her combat skills. "Let me taste you too."

Natasha carefully placed her hands on the headboard, lifting herself up and lowering her thighs around your head, so hesitant. You gently squeezed her flesh and pulled her flush against your face, making her gasp a little in surprise. In a second, she felt your tongue inside her. So that's how it felt.

"Oh my," she whimpered, closing her eyes tightly, as she slowly started to grind herself against you.

You moved your hands up her thighs, to her hip bone, running your fingers across the bullet scar she had there. There was no doubt that, of all the Red Room academy, Natasha was the one who most took the harshness from Dreykov — sometimes for punishment, for the so called reward for being a good widow, or even to protect you. So she deserved all the sweetness and care she could get, for once in her life.

"More.." she breathed, her eyes looking down at yours — not expecting you to be so skilled, looking closely at her as your mouth worked on her. Your eyes smiled at her, and she felt it.

"Such a good girl," you whisper, sending vibrations all over her body. You then inserted two fingers inside her, carefully laying her down on the bed and hovering your lips against hers. Not kissing her, yet. "As soon as we get out of here, I'll marry you. And I'll scream to the world that you're mine."

"Y/n," she cried, feeling a warm tear roll down her cheek — not knowing if it was the pleasure only, but also her emotions.

"I feel so lucky," you smiled, so softly, lips brushing against her cheek as you spoke. She giggled, her arms circling your neck. Natasha moaned as she felt your fingers brushing continuously against her g-spot, as if you knew her better than herself, and you did. "I would give the world to have you in my arms, and I have it, and I'll never let you go."

"Say that again." the redhead begged, bucking her hips against your hand.

"I'll never, ever let you go." you repeated, feeling her legs starting to shake. "Even if I have to die for that."

"If I die..." she whispered, and suddenly, a wave of arousal washed over her, and she threw her head back, her cum all over your fingers. You gently fucked her through her orgasm, and then licked your fingers.

Nat gripped your back, her fingers digging into your skin. You rolled over the bed and pulled her on top of you. She looked like a baby now, so innocent, so precious. She clinged to you, wanting more of your safety, of your love.

Yes, love. And it didn't matter if she was considered a child now.

"I-if I die," she continued, her voice so so small. Your fingers ran through her hair, through her red locks. "At least I had one good thing in my life. You. You're the only fucking good thing I ever had, Y/n. And I'll take you in my memories forever and ever."

"I love you, Natalia." you said with conviction. "I'll love you in my every reincarnation, in my every life."

That's when you heard a loud bang in the door. The tracker, the wire.

"Goodbye, princess." you held her tighter, as she buried her face on your neck.

"See you soon."

Everything went black. Two widows terminated. Two shots fired.

Dreykov would have to train two other girls to replace you, and it wouldn't be easy.

At least you were free now. And had to hope you'd be married with two kids and a picket fence for the next time.

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[issdisgrace]

FAMILY DINNER

WARNINGS: None

Another week, another family dinner. I don’t even know why I have to attend to these damn things. I got better things to do. I sigh as I enter the manor. Making my way to the dining room, knowing everyone would be there already, considering I’m 5 minutes late. Walking into the dining room, there is everyone as expected. I take note that next time I should be 10 to 15 minutes late rather than 5 minutes, so I can just eat and leave.

“Look who finally arrived.” Bruce says everyone’s attention turning to me. 

“Fuck off. You’re lucky I’m even here.” I say as I go to sit down next to the short stack. Of course, they would sit me next to the short stack. As I sit, the talking amongst one another continues up again. I pull out my phone to check if Roy responded to my text about going bowling and getting plastered this weekend. Of course, he didn’t respond yet. God, I wish it didn’t take literally fucking hours for him to reply to one text. Sighing to myself, I switch over and text Y/n. 

‘When I’m done here, can we go out and get drinks? I already feel like I’m going to one or four.’

‘I have a business meeting at 7 tomorrow that I have to get up early for so unfortunately no, but I can go out and grab you whatever.’

‘Ok. Could you get me a bottle of the good Russian vodka?’

‘Sure. Do you want anything else?’

‘No.’

‘Alright.’

I turn off my phone and place it down on the table. I go to listen to everyone else conversations when Damian asks,

“Todd, why are you wearing a wedding ring?” His question causes everyone to stop talking and look at me, leaving a oh so lovely silence. Great, I didn’t expect to be telling everyone tonight I was married. I guess it’s been a long time coming.

“Because I’m married.”

“What!!” Everyone exclaims.

“Since when.” Dick asks.

“Since a year ago. After being with my partner for 3 years.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bruce speaks up.

“Well dear ole dad. I didn’t tell you guys I was dating anyone because I didn’t need any of you snooping into my life. Then I didn’t tell you I got married because I didn’t need you guys snooping into my life.”

“Pretty valid.” Tim says, looking up from his phone. 

“That’s what I thought too, Tim tam.”

“Rude, we just want to know if who you’re seeing is good for you.” Dick says.

“They are good for me and Alfred already approved of them, so do with that what you will.” 

“Alfred knew.” Dick practically shouts.

“Yes, I did, master dick. ‘’ Alfred says, coming out of practically nowhere with dinner. 

“I don’t know why you’re surprised dick, Alfred knows everything.” Tim said. 

“Well, does Alfred know everything about the person Jason’s married to?”

“I know quite about Master Jason’s husband, but I wouldn’t say I know everything about him.” Alfred says as he begins placing food in front of everyone, one by one.

“Husband!!” Dick exclaimes.

“Oh no, I’m married to a man.”

“He didn’t mean it like Jason. It’s just a little shocking.” Bruce says 

“I don’t care what way he met it…” 

“What is his name Todd?” Damian asks cutting me off. 

“Why do want to know, short stack?”

“I am curious as to who in their right mind would date or marry you.” 

“Oh fuck you. If you really want to know who I’m married to so badly, I’ll tell you guys but after that I’m going to eat and go home and you’re not going to bother me, ask me questions about my husband, or stalk my husband and do a background check on him. Alright.”

“Alright.” Most of them respond.

“His name is Y/n L/n.”

“Isn’t he an actor and like 40?” Tim asks.

“Yes, and he’s not 40, he is 38.”

“Damn.” Dick says.

“You got a problem with it, dick head.”

“No, he’s just what 13 years older than you.”

“Yes, and I don’t care. He loves me. He helps patch me up when I need help. He cooks for me. He gets me anything I want. And the sex is good, so what more could I want or need?” 

“We didn’t need to know the last part, Todd.” 

“Well, count your blessings that I didn’t say what we did.”

“Thank you for sparing the details, Jason.”

“Your welcome, old man. Now I’m fucking hungry and want to eat and go home, so no more questions.”

“Alright, Jason and we will respect your on not stalking, running background check, or anything of the sort on your husband. Right boys.”

“Right.” The others respond.

#jason todd #batfamily dinners #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #batfamily #batfam #brief mention of roy harper #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x bruce wayne #jason todd x tim drake #jason todd x dick grayson #jason todd x damian wayne #jason todd x alfred pennyworth

[httpskuzuu]

Everything you need

this man makes me feel things

Yandere!Fyodor x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes.

tw: kidnapping, yandere, mention of: broken bones, abuse, punishment (nothing explicit really), stockholm syndrome, brainwashing, reader needs therapy urgently, memory loss, broken reader, fyodor is a general tw

There were days when your mind wouldn't leave you alone. How long had you been here? Who were you before you met Fyodor? Did you have family? Friends? You remembered nothing.

Fyodor took everything from you, but did you really have anything to take from you before?

Today is one of those days, your mind doesn't stop scheming, and he knows, he always knows. Your mind always seemed like it was open like a book to him. No need for words between you, he just by looking at you knew what you were thinking, what you were feeling and what hurt.

You remember how that bothered you at first, you felt naked being with someone who was almost a mind reader. Now you don't remember why you felt upset, Fyodor knows everything and that brings you comfort.

Maybe it bothered you because you used to be rebellious, with a fighting spirit that you assumed was indomitable. Well, you were wrong, but you're better now, or so Fyodor says. He says you're much prettier when you're submissive, you believe him.

Sometimes memories came to you, memories of unfamiliar faces, sensations all over your body, sometimes you could remember a name you didn't know who it belonged to, sometimes a voice.

The memories you hate and love the most at the same time are the ones involving Fyodor: they bring pain, broken bones, screams, cries, but they can also bring security, hugs, soft words.

Today a memory came to you, a name and a voice, it was so soft, so pleasant, you wondered who it belonged to, some friend with the nicest smile in the world? Maybe a relative who always cared about you?

Fyodor's hand makes your train of thought cut off. He strokes your hair for a few moments and then runs his thumb along the line of your jaw.

You looked up at his face from your position lying on his chest. You no longer remember what you were thinking. You think you should apologize, you don't know exactly why, there is no need to, Fyodor is good now that you are good too, a compassionate and kind God.

You relax against his body and let his hand have a free way. You look at the book he holds in his other hand, it is in Russian and you wish you could understand it to distract your mind.

He knows that. "Do you want me to read to you, моя любовь?" his accent is thick and the vibrations from his chest escalate to your whole body. You nod weakly.

Fyodor's voice is calm, and along with the sound of his heart manages to melt you onto his chest.

Your mind is now blank, you can't and don't want to think. Why do you need to think in the first place? You have Fyodor with you, that's more than enough.

His hand runs all over your body, ends up reaching your wrist. His touch takes you back to the day he broke it, you can't help but shudder at that, and he notices. Fyodor's hand moves gently into your hair again.

You close your eyes wearily. After a few minutes, Fyodor stops reading, and you feel a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Я тебя люблю.*"

*Я тебя люблю: i love you 🤭

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fyodor #fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #yandere fyodor #yandere bsd

[bhxrdy]

📖 Fic rec time! When you get this, reply with three fics that you've read and loved to pieces, then pass on to at least five other people who read fics. Let’s appreciate fic writers and their amazing stories 💖

i'm late - sorry. oh god, just three??

DANCING IN THE DARK | @arcielee | a tom bennett x ofc short story set during season 1 of world on fire. i am an avid lover of historical fictions, especially stories related to world war one and two - so reading DITD made me feel like i was reading one of the novels i just adore. arcie has such a way with using words and creating such beautiful compositions - it just makes your heart melt. the budding romance between tom and vera is *chef kiss*, and it being an open ending just makes you smile because you pray for a hea.

WE WERE SOMETHING DON'T YOU THINK SO? | @inthedayswhenlandswerefew | a ben hardy x ofc story. this is one of the fics that just comes to haunt me - in a good way. a historical fiction inspired by the russian revolution and the story of the romanov? sign me up. this was such a beautiful story, it makes you cry and hope for the oc and for ben. || another one that just struck me: HAVE YOU NO IDEA THAT YOU'RE IN DEEP?. a HOTD with aemond x reader. this one killed me and i think of it often because i'm still crying over it, but fck it was good. it's one of the stories that just sucks you in and makes you scream at the top of your lungs from all the emotional rollercoaster.

WOLF-HEART | @gemini-mama | a finan x ofc fic set during the time gap in season 2. this was such a great read - faoladhean has become one of the ocs i love so much. the multi-chaptered fic was written with such detail and with such careful descriptions, the relationship between finan and faoladhean blossomed so beautifully, i was completely smitten. and she has such strength and such love to give, i can't wait to see where the sequel goes. She-Wolf for the win.

i know it says 3, but i don't think i'll be getting another one, so i need to add more or i'mma explode.

CRIMES OF PASSION | @itbmojojoejo | RUNA. i love you. a take of 50's London with the tlk crew? a love triangle between between our ofc, sihtric and finan? fck yes. bring it on. mojo created an oc that just makes you wish you knew her in real life. she is wild - which i adore - and the pacing of the story, the characters, the dynamic. love it all. can't wait to see the ending. i know i will cry, i got tissues ready. RUNA. let's be friends?

A THOUSAND YEARS | @persephones-journey | a staple for finan x oc fics, this series was one of the first i stumbled upon when i started reading tlk fics and i immediately fell in love. the level of angst and passion these stories have - the relationship between finan and aisling, all their ups and downs - it has your heart doing somersaults in all kinds of direction. the level of dedication to expand this au is amazing and i love every word of it. aisling has become one of my fave ocs - a fiery character, hardheaded, stubborn and yet has such a big heart. i can't wait to see where her story goes.

FIRE IN HER EYES | @emilyhufflepufftlk | another tlk series, a beautiful love story between finan x lucinda. these stories broke my heart in so many ways and yet i could not get enough of them. i loved the story and development of the relationship between finan and lucinda and i also loved her sisters and the family they created - this was done beautifully and worth the heartache and tears. lucinda had such love from finan, her children and from everyone around her - you wished you were part of it all.

#ask game #there are so many more out there #all of them just WONDERFUL I WANNA CRY #i cheated i know #idc :3

[hannuhbee]

𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘀

steve takes you to chicago to get your mind off of everything. [wc; 4.9k]

pairing; steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings; swearing, mentions of death (no one dies though), mentions of violence, this is set sometime after season 3 but not in season 4, fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, and steve being cute, one bed trope... hehehe.... not edited at all oops again

an; title is from all my tomorrows by frank sinatra solely because of the line "and all my tomorrows belong to you". i also don't know what the art institute of chiacgo was like in the 80's so it's probably not accurate LOL

it was a month after starcourt had gone down in a fire, according to the news. you and the others knew what actually happened, and it hurt to keep that tucked away.

it had been a month, and you were still hurting. your body was still sore, some bruises never healed, and your brain seemed to be permanently fried.

everyone was scared still, scared about what they would do if it came back, or if someone died.

will, jonathan, joyce, and el had left for california. seeing everyone saying bye hurt, made it feel like your heart was being ripped apart. it was for the best though, everyone knew that.

now, you were standing on the curb with a bag waiting for steve to pick you up. a month ago, he appeared under your window, asking if you'd like to go on a trip with him. just you and him. you met steve during all of this, and he'd taken a liking to you. he wasn't at all like his high school self. you liked him, and he liked you. you just didn't know that.

it was cold, the air was biting at your cheeks. it was early morning, around 3 am.

you got lost in your thoughts, something that happened often. you would often find yourself back in the mall, back in the russian base underneath getting beat up and drugged.

the headlights of the maroon BMW had pulled you out.

steve got out and give you a small smile. he didn't say anything as he opened the trunk for your bag. he still had the bat in there, just in case.

once you two got into the car, he smiled. "hi."

"hi."

"i'm sorry if this is weird." he apologizes. he was a new friend, and he thought that going on a trip with you was strange. it wasn't that strange.

you shook your head. "it's not. thank you for this."

"figured we needed a break, yeah?"

you nodded. "yeah. i'm scared though."

he started the car and began to drive off. "of what? i'm not gonna kill you."

you chuckled. "i didn't think you were. i'm just scared that... that something will happen when we're gone. like dustin will get into some shit and we won't be there to help."

steve glanced at you. he wished he wasn't driving so that he could stare at you more. he decided that it was stupid and weird of him to think that. "they'll be fine. i may or may not have threatened him. i think he'll be okay."

"i hope so. god, i'm just so, i don't know. i don't know."

"i know. me too."

steve reached over the center console to grab your hand where it rested on your leg. he was always one to engage in physical touch. it took you some time to get used to it.

"the drives like three hours. maybe more if we decide to stop." he says. the radio wasn't on, the only thing you could hear was his breathing and the engine. "you ever been to illinois?"

you shake your head. his hand was still on yours. your skin burned. "no. my mom always said it was cool though. you?"

"nope. my dad said the same thing. he's always up there for work trips. but uh, about your parents - they don't care?"

"i didn't tell them, but they wouldn't care. i think it's better that i'm gone, that they don't have to deal with me." you laugh, trying to hide the fact that you were almost in tears. your parent's attitudes had changed after starcourt. they hated that you had changed, that you weren't as smiley and carefree.

steve smiled at you. "i get that. fuck parents."

"fuck parents." you agreed.

you and steve had bonded over your family situations. he would call whenever he couldn't sleep, and most of the time you couldn't either. it was either his parents were gone and he was left alone, or his dad had said awful shit to him.

you had gotten so close to steve over the months that you would consider him your best friend. it angered you that his parents hurt him the way they did.

"are you okay?" you ask. it felt weird to ask that because he wasn't okay. no one really was.

his face was still bruised, and his cuts were still healing. "i'm hanging in there. are you okay?"

"hanging in there." you repeat. "your face has gotten better."

he laughed. "started taking care of the cuts and stuff, you'd be amazed at what a difference that can make."

"i bet. my back is still sore. can't believe that guy just threw-" you stop yourself and take a deep breath. "sorry. i'm glad you're hanging in there."

"glad you're hanging in there too." he stops at a red light and takes the opportunity to look at you. really looked at you. you were sure you looked tired, that you had bags and dark circles under your eyes. "let me know if you wanna go back, i'll take you back."

"i don't wanna go back. i wanna stay here." with you.

"good." he smiled, patting your thigh. you felt extremely cold when he put his right hand back on the steering wheel.

once you got out of hawkins fully, the air seemed lighter. it wasn't stale, it didn't hurt to breathe. steve seemed to feel it too, taking a deep breath at the "you are now leaving hawkins" sign.

"i wish we didn't have to come back." you say.

"me either, but the kids."

"the kids. one of these days."

he sighed. "i hope we can all leave sometime. maybe join the byers in california."

"i don't think i'd fit in there." you admit. you had this growing pain in your chest that you were never meant to leave indiana, that you were stuck in hawkins.

steve looks over and raises an eyebrow. "i think you'd fit in perfectly. you could definitely become a great actress or artist, maybe you could write books and stuff."

"i can't do all those things, steve."

he smiled. "yeah you can. i wish you could see how talented you are, babe."

babe. it played over and over again in your head. babe. babe. babe.

steve always used pet names, babe included. every time it gave you goosebumps. "whatever you say, harrington. you'd have a bigger chance of making it in la."

"'cause of the hair, yeah?" he asks and you nod. "knew it. my best feature, right?"

you wanted to be honest and say, no, your eyes, smile, and freckles. "yeah, you are steve the hair harrington, after all."

"oh shut up." he teases. he doesn't want to shut up. he could listen to you speak for hours on end and never get tired.

you finally reach the highway and you're really on your way to chicago. it's smooth sailing from now on. "do you have any plans for us? i don't know what there is to do in chicago."

he shrugs. he can feel his hands burn like they should be on you. you were ice that could relieve the pain. "i heard about some photography exhibits at the art institute. you like photography, right?"

"it's cool. i think that'd be fun."

"i think there's other things if that sounds boring, i didn't really think it through i'm sorry."

"steve." you cut him off. "it's okay, i think it'll be fun. i'm sure they'll be other things to look at too." you two share a look. "it'll be fun with you, i promise."

steve smiles. he can't form words. with you.

he looks around for a gas station. his tank was nearly empty. "shit, i didn't even think to fill up before i left. sorry."

"it's alright."

he finds a gas station and pulls into it. "do you want water? or like, corn nuts? i can go inside and get them."

"no, i'm fine. thank you though."

while steve was focused on the pump, you took the time to really look at his outfit. he had on an old and worn shirt with basketball shorts. and he looked good.

looking down at your outfit, you realized that while you wore basically the same things, you didn't look like him.

you had on gray shorts, cut from an old pair of sweatpants that had gotten too short. you had on a t-shirt, one that was probably your dad's. it was large on you, nearly covering your shorts.

"alright, let's get on the road again," he says, climbing back into the car.

it was still so early that the sun wasn't up yet. it excited you though, the thought of seeing steve in the sunset, a beautiful wash of reds and pinks on his face.

"can i put my feet on the dash? i'll take off my shoes."

"go ahead."

your eyes widened because steve never let anyone put their feet up on the dashboard.

the road is long and winding, it almost puts you to sleep. in fact, you are asleep by the time the sun comes up. so much for seeing steve in the light.

"babe. i think we should get some coffee, yeah?"

steve didn't like coffee, you did. he brought you to a cafe for you. "are we in chicago?" you rubbed your eyes.

he shook his head. "no, but we are in Illinois. just got here."

you nod and rub your eyes. the sun was bright, making you squint. "coffee."

"yeah, up." he motioned for you to sit up and get out of the car.

you felt weird about going into a cafe, a nice looking one, in your sleep clothes. steve didn't seem to care, so you tried not to either.

"holy shit, thank god." steve muttered, eyeing the toast and eggs on the menu.

the waitress came over a couple minutes after you sat down. "what can i get for you folks? i think i saw you looking at the toast and egg plate? it's very good." her tone was overly flirtatious. she looked much too old to be flirting with steve.

"yeah, i'll get that. uh, water too, please."

"got it, and for you?"

you smile. "just a coffee please. no milk or anything."

the waitress nods and leaves.

"no food?"

you shrug. "not that hungry."

steve leans back in the booth and nods. "maybe i'll find a nice burger joint or something. that sounds good, no?"

"it does."

you're quiet, too quiet. it felt strange, steve felt strange. "you okay?"

you shrug. "still scared i guess."

he puts his elbows on the table and leans over. "wanna talk about it? i'm a good listener."

"i don't know. i just feel scared. i've got goosebumps all the time, even when i'm not cold." you close your eyes.

steve hooks his ankle with yours under the table. "considering what we all went through, i'd say that's normal. i've been getting nightmares real bad lately. robin said that's normal."

"i'm sorry," you say. you haven't been having nightmares, but then again, your whole life recently felt like a nightmare.

"s'alright." he's silent for a few seconds, staring at you. "is it weird if i ask to hold your hand?"

you almost choke. "uh, no, i don't think so."

he reaches over to intertwine his fingers with yours. "you have nice hands."

"so do you." your voice is strained. he notices this and laughs.

"are you flustered?"

"oh my god, shut up."

he mimes zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

"you're insufferable."

"it's just in my blood, baby." his voice is awful and strangely low. it makes you laugh.

you point to him with your free hand. "your lips are supposed to be sealed!"

you two fall into a fit of laughter that undoubtedly has the other occupants giving you dirty looks.

with steve, you could forget that the world existed around you. when you were with him, it was just you and him.

"here's your food, and your coffee. enjoy." the woman smiles.

"so," steve starts, his mouth full of food. "i was thinking we could get there as soon as the place opens, and i don't know, change in the backseat of my car. is that weird?"

you shake your head, sipping the hot coffee. "i don't think so, i've done it plenty of times."

"i was also thinking that we leave today too, i didn't pack enough for multiple nights, and i don't think you did either."

"i didn't."

"you're a mind reader, harrington. plus, i think i can only handle so much of chicago." you laugh.

he nods, finishing his food. "right! i found a cassette in my car, pretty sure max left it. it's stuff i don't really know but it'll be nice to listen to some tunes, yeah?"

you smile at him. he looks so good in the sun, in the cafe. he just looks good. "yeah, it does."

you two finish and steve pays. he almost shoves you out of the cafe when you insist on paying. something about wanting to do nice things. steve is always doing nice things though.

it's a lot warmer when the sun is up, but you think it may just be Illinois itself. it wasn't haunted by a looming evil, surely that contributed to the warmth.

steve drove slower, cruising. his hand found its way to your thigh again, making you scream inside. the windows were down and he had sunglasses on. the sun was high enough that he didn't really need them, but he looked good so you didn't mention it.

the cassette he found was full of random songs that either of you didn't know. it was nice though like you had a little piece of home with you.

"you okay?" steve asked, lowering the music slightly.

"i'm okay."

"good. you were daydreaming again. anything new?" he asks. steve knew about what you saw when you daydreamed, what you smelled, what you felt. all of it in starcourt.

you shook your head, looking out the window again. "nope. i'm used to it though."

"wish you didn't have to be." he tried to smile, but it came out all wrong. "wish you weren't with us at all."

"you're my friend, all of you guys are my friends. i'm just glad everyone's safe."

"me too, glad you're safe."

something about the way he spoke to you made your butterflies grow in your stomach. but he didn't like you, him holding your hand didn't mean he liked you, he was a friend. that's what friends do.

"you get dressed, i'll be outside."

"right, my epic guard." you laugh.

steve parked the car a ways away to allow the most privacy. privacy in chicago was hard to come by though.

steve was sitting on the hood of the car, his back to you. you changed quickly. a worn pair of blue jeans and a tank top. it was red with navy horizontal stripes. totally not appropriate for the weather.

you climbed out of the back and sighed. "think i'm ready."

steve turned around and gasped dramatically. "oh heavens!"

"what?" you thought something was on your face, or your hair was messed up.

"you just look really good. like awesome."

"awesome," you repeat. his face turns a pink color, making you laugh. "you look awesome too, harrington."

"shut up." he laughs, pulling you into his side. his arm is around your shoulder as he leads you to the institute. "excited?"

anything is fun with you, you wanted to say. "yes."

whatever exhibit was open behind those doors excited you. it could be anything, really.

inside, you could tell that you were underdressed, both of you. it was full of older people in nicer clothes. they probably understood art more than you too.

there was a sign that read "SCENES FROM THE SUMIDA RIVER". yeah, you were excited.

it felt like an eternity passed while you walked around looking at everything while steve followed behind. his feet were dragging a little, concerning you. "are you tired?"

he shook his head. "not really. feet just hurt a little."

"you can go sit down, i can continue on my own."

steve nearly shouted then, because he wouldn't leave you. he couldn't leave you. the way your face lit up when you saw something that you liked, whether that be an interesting texture in the painting or the subject's emotion.

"i like watching you. kinda like you're art." he winced as he said it, knowing it was cheesy.

"shut up, cheese ball." you laugh quietly. because of your attire, you and steve got strange looks from the older folk, and you didn't want to get any more from being loud. "thank you though. that's sweet."

"i'm sweet." he says it in a sweet voice. it fits.

"i'm almost done looking by the way. my feet hurt too."

"you having fun?" he asks, putting his hand on the small of your back. it's strange then, though you're used to the touch.

you nod and continue looking at the painting in front of you.

"what's the meaning behind this one?"

you shrug. "no clue, pretty though." steve nods, he agrees, though, he would argue that you're prettier. he's too nervous to say that though.

"there's a lot of old women here, think some of them want to come onto me." he whispers and smirks.

you laugh. "oh definitely, everyone wants to get a piece of steve harrington." you hit his chest and walk away.

"are we leaving?" steve calls, a little louder than he should be. he jogs to catch up. "i kinda wanna leave."

"yeah, i'm done looking."

“you have fun?” he asks.

you nodded. “a lot. i’ll have to come back and see what else chicago has to offer.”

steve’s quiet as he thinks. “would i be allowed to join?”

you laugh and fight the urge to hit his shoulder. “idiot, you’re the only one with a car. of course, you’re allowed to join.”

he pumps his fist up. "hell yeah!" it's like he's a little kid again. it's sweet. "alright, let's rock and roll." and you're off before you can chastise him for that saying.

"no fucking way." steve mumbles as he pulls over to the side of the road. the car was driving a little funny and there was a squeaking noise.

"what's going on?"

"something broke, maybe the brakes? or the whole engine might be fucked... god i don't know!" steve shuts off the engine and climbs out. his stance is something familiar, with his hands on his hips shaking his head.

you get out too. "assuming you can't fix cars?"

"you're funny. i'm gonna call a tow truck or something." and he's off to a payphone, cursing under his breath.

with the sun going down, you started to shiver.

looking around you, the small town you were in was quiet, with no traffic noise or people's car radios being too loud. thankfully, in case you needed it, there was a motel nearby. it didn't look the best, but it seemed to have some vacancy.

"hey."

"jesus! you can't sneak up on me like that!" you hold your hand to your chest. steve had a bad habit of sneaking up on you.

"sorry. i called, it's gonna come soon. also called dustin just in case."

you nod and shift on your feet, the temperature uncomfortable. "probably for the best. don't want him breaking down your door when we don't come back right away."

he laughs and blows out a long breath. "i think we should get a room for the night." he nods his head in the direction of the motel.

"i was thinking that. i'll go get a room while you wait for the truck."

before steve can protest and tell you to not pay for anything, you're already far away from him. you can almost hear him sigh humorously.

it's empty when you walk inside. the bell above you moving, but making no noise. there's no bell on the desk, either. to get whoever attention, you cough loudly. a man appears from behind the desk. he was just sitting there. avoiding you?

"sorry, do you have a room?"

"one." the man speaks in an awful british accent and you almost think he may be faking it.

you throw down some bills on the desk, probably too many. "keep the change." you say when you notice his wide eyes.

he hands you a key with tape on the head that has 15 scribbled on it. it's old, the tape is almost falling off, losing its stick. it's silent, the man doesn't speak again, just nods when you leave.

it wasn't hot inside, but it was a helluva lot warmer in rather than out.

"holy shit, that was weird," you say to steve as you approach him. the tow truck hadn't come yet.

"yeah?"

"hopefully won't have to deal with him any more than we have to. tow trucks gonna come soon, yeah?"

he nods. "are you cold?"

you begin to say yes and he's already receiving a jacket from the back. "better?" he asks when it's around your shoulders. the little bits of skin that his hands had grazed felt warmer than the jacket could ever make you.

"yes. thank you."

he pats both of your shoulders and smiles. "'course."

the tow truck pulls up with it's brights on, effectively blinding both of you. a scary man hops out and almost jogs over. steve stands up a little straighter.

"you steve?"

steve nods. "that's me."

they continue a conversation a little ways away from you, probably about where the car will end up and when it'll get fixed.

a few minutes later and the car is being hauled away.

"i hope she'll be okay." steve says quietly.

"the car? you don't need to be so sad about it, it's probably fine."

"fucking better be."

your bags were already sitting on the ground. steve didn't need to pick up your bag, but he did anyway.

"lead the way."

you swing the key ring on your finger and walk to the room. "i'm gonna be honest, i'm not expecting the best motel room. sorry if it's like, gross."

anywhere is okay with you, he wanted to say.

steve wasn't paying attention when you opened the door, startled by your shouting. "holy shit!"

just your luck, just your fucking luck. one bed. it's like in the movies.

"i can't believe this," you mumble.

steve sets down the bags and puts his hands on his hips, observing. "i can sleep on the floor."

"you aren't sleeping on the floor, it'll be fine. just... this sucks." you wince at your choice of words. "i mean, it doesn't suck, having to sleep with you - i'm gonna shut up now."

steve laughs loudly, making your face heat up. "you're awful."

"i think i need to shower," you say, retrieving your pajamas from earlier. you needed to freshen up if you were going to be in a bed next to steve harrington.

you've fought russians, sort of, and crazy interdimensional monsters. all while steve harrington was making you the most nervous. what a world.

when you got out of the shower and spent an eternity making yourself look presentable, steve had been waiting on the bed. he wasn't under the covers or anything, he was just sitting down and staring at the wall. the cream colors of the wall weren't interesting to him, it was you he was thinking of.

his heart was beating out of his chest, and he hoped that you wouldn't be able to hear it when you got out.

before he could try and think of anything to make him less nervous, there you were. although cheesy, he thought you looked like an angel, all glowy and fresh and nice.

"hi."

"hi." you say quietly, making your way to the bed. it was a full bed, thankfully not a twin. it seemed a perfect size, not too big and not too small.

"you smell different."

"i had to use those shitty travel size shampoo and conditioner things. they don't smell good."

"i wasn't gonna say anything bad, i think they smell okay."

the conversation felt easy and normal. you loved how it was like that with steve.

"i'm sorry that this whole thing got fucked." he said, his voice small. "just wanted to do something nice for you."

"it's not your fault, steve. you can't know when your car is gonna die." you want to reach over and grab his hand. he beats you to it.

it's quiet. every so often you can hear a car pass, or a screech on the road, or a honk. the only light was the orange-ish fluorescent from the street lights. even in shitty lighting steve looked good, he looked like steve.

"you look nice." he says, moving out of the way to allow more light to your face. "really nice."

"are you hitting on me?"

he laughs and shakes his head. "absolutely not." his voice is dripping with sarcasm. "maybe."

"god, you're awful. i'm gonna get robin to beat your ass for being awful."

"she'd love that."

again, you fall into a comfortable silence. his fingers are still intertwined with yours.

you want to make him laugh. you turn to sit in front of him with your legs underneath you. "do you have a crush on anyone?"

"oh my god, stop that. feels like eighth grade all over again." he laughs. mission accomplished. "i'm tired."

"me too, i'll stop being childish."

"best you do that, i think. i'm not gonna sleep much if i'm laughing."

you both laugh again. it's awkward when you both try to get under the covers. much to your dismay, he lets go of your hand. when you're both situated, he doesn't grab it again.

you are both facing each other, however. that's a plus.

"how often do you have nightmares?"

he shrugs as well as he can from his position. it's a little weird. "more often than not."

"i'm sorry. what do i do if you have one tonight?"

again, he shrugs. "dunno. i don't even know what to myself."

you turn on your back to look at the ceiling. popcorn ceiling. "i'm sorry." you say again. steve didn't move from his position on his side. he liked looking at you.

"it's alright."

he still stares at your side profile until he thinks you're nearly asleep.

"yes."

"hm?" you stir.

"to your question earlier, the crush one. yes. you?"

you shift to look at him, mirroring his position yet again. "yes."

he smiles, you smile, no more words need to be shared. the way he looked at you said everything.

"night," he says quietly.

you reply quietly. "night."

steve falls asleep first. you like that, it allows you to admire him. even slightly bruised and cut up he still takes your breath away. the fact that he's less than a foot away makes it even worse.

in the morning, steve is shirtless and his legs are intertwined with yours. it freaks you out a little bit.

he's stirring at the same time you wake up, not fully wanting to open his eyes.

you're looking at the freckles that are on his shoulders. like constellations.

"oh sorry, it got hot."

"shitty motel heating," you say. you don't want to make any notice to your legs, the closeness.

he laughs. "must be." he rubs his eyes. "it's bright in here."

"yeah, i was gonna get up and close the blinds but..."

he notices your legs and chuckles. "sorry."

"don't be." it's nice, you want to say. "i don't think you had a nightmare."

he thinks for a second. "no, i don't think i did."

"maybe we should do this every night," you say it like it should be a joke, and you hope steve takes it that way and laughs. he doesn't,

"maybe."

you are so close. so close.

he leans in and you feel as if you're going to explode. he's going to kiss you, he's 100% going to kiss you.

"i think we should go get the car," he smirks. it's awful. your face is hot and your eyes are wide.

"uh. definitely. yeah."

he untangles himself from you and puts his shirt back on.

inside of the mechanics is cold. the ac was on high, not much different than the chill outside.

whoever was working on his car was blasting music, old music.

you were drifting, it was easy to fall asleep when steve was pushed into your side.

steve's arm burned from how much he wanted to wrap it around your shoulder and pull you even closer to him. he hums the song he can hear. it's faint, but loud enough that he can hear the lyrics.

but i've got a lot of plans for tomorrow

and all my tomorrows belong to you.

he thinks of you. how he would like to spend all of his tomorrows with you, whether that be in chicago, or in a shitty motel with one bed, or in a russian secret base.

the underlying feeling of dread and hurt still lingered, but with steve by your side, it was a lot more bearable.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fluff

[spurious]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thank you for the tag, @wonkyelk & @sga-owns-my-soul!

How many works do you have on AO3?

103, a number which recently shot up due to me posting all of my random tumblr ficlets to my AO3 account lmao. Previously it was, like, 70.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

267,356

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently it's pretty much all SGA all the time over here. I am enjoying dabbling in Genshin when the mood strikes though, love the yuripeans <3

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Twenty Questions

Ink and Wings

Five Times Rodney (and John) Visit the Millers

Solitary in a Wide Flat Space

Abercrombie & Rodney

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I try to, at least, though sometimes my responses are painfully delayed. I like hearing what people think about a story, I want them to know their comments are loved and appreciated, and sometimes you end up getting into a discussion like back in the Good Old Days on LJ.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Man I really do not write a ton of stuff that doesn’t end happily /just went through all my fics

Angstiest ending of things I've posted is probably either the Kanjani superheroes AU or the apocalypse akame fic? Has my tolerance for writing lengthy angst lessened with age?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

As I said above, most of my stuff seems to have relatively happy endings. If I were to pick I might say O I Think We Should Be Brethren, because it takes the longest and hardest journey to the ending, which makes it feel more impactful to me.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got one "hate" comment on the Kanjani cannibalism fic from someone who thought I was sick and needed therapy, or something to that effect. Otherwise, nope.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes. I would say my smut wheelhouse is kinky porn with feelings, I guess?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do not.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I believe one or two of my fics in Johnny's fandom were translated into Russian and/or Chinese?

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not to completion!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

how dare you make me choose between my children

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Story I started for a fic exchange in, like, god...2014 or so? In which Yoko kisses Hina, then hits his head and wakes up in a world that's just a shamelessly silly amalgam of J-drama tropes. Sometimes I read through the doc and go "man i wish the author would update"

16. What are your writing strengths?

Sensory description, wanky poetic bullshit, smut, scenes with no more than two people in them, banter-y dialogue

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings, complex plots, ensemble casts, scenes with three or more people in them, transitions, being a complete baby about taking criticism, endings, endings

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't see a reason for it? You either need to add a gloss with a translation (if your POV character and audience are intended to understand it), at which point you may as well just write "Screw you, McKay," Zelenka said in Czech; or you want it to be incomprensible to the reader, at which point you may as well just write Zelenka muttered something in Czech as he stomped away. If your reader happens to understand the language you've written in and you're not confident in it, they'll be annoyed by the weird grammar you've gotten from google translating it, and even if you are, you're losing the effect of someone having said something that your POV character shouldn't understand.

......................apparently I have an Opinion on this? who knew.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Cardcaptor Sakura, when I was like 13? I may have posted it on FF.net but if there's a god it's been lost to the sands of time. I do not think it was very good.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Shouldn't be surprising at this point for me to pick O I Think We Should Be Brethren for this, right? I just think it's neat.

Tagging (I've seen this one circulate a fair bit so apologies if you've been multiple-tagged): @audioletter @sparrowsarus @texasdreamer01 @luredin @alienfuckeronmain

#fic rambles #tag thingies #my long-winded response on dialog in other languages is probably an occupational hazard thing lol

[mrsharrington83]

Never Ending Story

Summary; Y/N and Steve are in the back of the car beat up and bruised when Dustin, Y/N's half brother finally gets the code. (There is a whole lot more to it than that. I just really suck at summaries :D also, sorry for any typos)

"Jesus Steve." The sight of your badly beaten boyfriend made your heart hurt, true. You weren't looking much better. The evident worry on Steve's face as he gently rubbed his thumb against your bruising cheek.

"I can't believe they did this to you." He cradled you in his arms. Where you felt the safest,

"I really thought we were toast back there." You sighed, nestling your face into the crook of Steve's neck.

"Me too."

You closed your eyes, forgetting everything around you before Dustin spoke up.

"Um. Guys..."

Bringing you back to your senses, you stepped away from Steve as you both followed Dustin's gaze to the Starcourt mall.

"Shit!" Dustin ran back to his radio waiting no time, "Griswold family, this is Scoops Troop! Do you copy? Over!"

You all sat on the grass waiting. Hoping for an answer, wishing your friends were okay.

"Griswold family, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop, do you-"

A loud shriek took over the radio as you all looked at each other.

"Fuck!" Robin rubbed her face as Dustin doesn’t give in. Steve kissed the corner of your forehead before standing up, sprinting down the hillside,

"Where are you going?!" Erica bellowed after Steve,

"To get them the hell out of there! Stay here. Contact the others."

You're next to get onto your feet, running after Steve, but not before your younger brother called after you.

"Wait! Y/N! Stay in touch" he smiles a weak smile as he tossed you a radio, "don't die, please. I love you."

"I love you too, Dusty. See you soon hopefully." You gripped hold of the small radio as you carried on running. You weren't the fastest, but your legs didn't fail you as you caught up with Steve,

"Y/N. No." he was serious, he’d almost lost you once today in the interrogations.

"No time to argue, Steve. Let's go." He rubbed his bruised face and sighed, nodding. Of course you were going to go with him. He couldn’t stop you.

The run to the car was tiring, but you both didn’t stop. Your friends were in danger and having done things like this several times before, you knew it was a matter of life and death. Scrambling into the car, Steve started it up in silence as you caught your breath.

“Y/N.” Steve’s voice was low, laced with worry and tiredness. You were both running off adrenaline now. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You wiped your nose that had started bleeding again, just hoping it wasn’t broken after the Russians did a number on you both.

“I swear.” Steve spoke up, “If we get out of this alive, Henderson. We ae going to have a very quiet date night.”

You chuckled lightly as Starcourt got more visible. “Agreed.” Your eyes didn’t leave Steve as he carried on driving, his knuckles white with the grip he had on the steering wheel.

“Fuck. Make sure your belt is on.” You looked in front of you, Nancy was firing a gun at another car, realising what Steve was about to do as he put his foot down.

“Oh my god!” you braced for impact as you closed your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest. It was quick, but definitely not painless as your whole body collided with your belt, pain rapidly coursing through your chest as your head flung forward, your hair covering your face, your brain feeling like it was rattling around in your skull making you dizzy. Steve turned to look at you, his own hair bouncing from impact,

“Are you okay?” you were both alive and that’s all that mattered.

“Ask me tomorrow?” you undone your belt as your hands shook, both of you pulling yourself up to see the Mind Flayer climbing over the roof.

“GET IN!” Nancy screamed, you didn’t need to be told twice as you pushed yourself out of the car, Steve making sure you got into the back of the car first, following close behind, your legs feeling like jelly as he slammed the door shut, pulling you into his arms. He gripped hold of you, keeping you close to his chest. You could feel his heart thumping as hard as your own.

“If only that thing could slow down.” You muttered to yourself as Steve gave you a firm squeeze, his eyes not leaving the monster.

“Dusty-bun, you copy?” you looked at the radio you had managed to keep hold of. How? you had no idea.

“I copy, Suzi-poo. I hear you much better now, thanks.”

You shuffled away from Steve and looked at him in shock, “Suzie.”

“Okay, so, listen. Do you know Planck’s constant?” Dustin spoke up, your eyes still glued to the small radio in your lap, you looked at Steve puzzled, as your brother and his girlfriend continued their conversation,

“She’s real?” Steve perked up a little, a proud smile on his face. Even at a time like this. He really was the best babysitter and he loved those kids, even your dorky little brother.

Dustin continued as you looked to the radio.

“I promise I will make it up to you as soon as possible.”

“You can make it up to me now.”

Suzie sounded sweet, but this wasn’t the time,

“What?”

“I want to hear it.” You could hear the smirk in her voice.

There was a pause before Dustin continued,

“Suzie, this is urgent.”

Your brother was trying, you knew he was,

“Yes, you’re saving the world. I heard you the first time.”

The radio was static,

“So this is Suzie, signing off.”

You bit your lip,

“Wait, wait. Wait. Okay.”

You were confused, you were all confused as to what just happened and what was going to happen, this car wouldn’t drive forever and you were seriously running out of time.

Turn around, look at what you see

Steve was baffled as blood slightly dripped from the side of his head, the Mind Flayer catching up to the car.

In her face, the mirror of your dreams.

“Right that’s it. We’re going to die.” Steve spoke up, almost sarcastically.

Make believe I’m everywhere, hidden in the lines

You laughed as everyone looked at you, your brother still singing on air with his girlfriend.

Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story.

“Is he actually serious right now?” Steve was now looking at the radio, still as puzzled as ever as you gently kicked his shoe.

“Hey. You are his babysitter. You sure this wasn’t one of you doings?”

Steve smiled and shook his head, it wasn’t the time for making silly jokes, but you always could make him feel better, even in grave moments like this.

“Reach the stars, fly a fantasy.” Steve looked at you now, almost saying what the fuck are you doing with just his facial features,

“Come on Steve.” You smiled, even though you were scared, even though there was a possibility of you not seeing another day, “we might die, sing with me.”

He huffed and shook his head, his hair dishevelled, “What do you do to me, Y/N.” He took your hands in his, lightly rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands, your boyfriend finally joining in with you.

Dream a dream, and what you see will be. Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds

“Not you two as well. Jesus Christ. Give me strength.” Will put his head in his hands as Lucas seemed somewhat amused. Nancy and Johnathan in the front of the car laughing.

And there upon a rainbow is the answer to a never ending story. Story.

Suddenly the singing stopped as Suzie gave Dustin the code. A sigh of relief from everyone in the car

“You just saved the world.” Dustin also sounded relieved and somewhat happy, given the circumstances.

“You must really love me, joining in with me and that.” You looked to Steve who was smiling, laughing under his breath,

“Have you only just figured that out? I adore you, Y/N.” You leaped into his arms and kissed over his face,

“Whoa, wait. It’s turning around?” the Mind Flayer had changed directions,

“Maybe we wore it out?” Lucas said unconvinced,

“I doubt it.” Johnathan looked into the mirror. “Hold on.”

You fell into Steve’s lap as the car turned harshly, Steve hardly holding on himself as his side hit the door of the car, “More bruises.”

“I’ll nurse you back to health.” Steve smirked at you as Johnathan gained control of the car once more,

“Not the place lovebirds.” Nancy shook her head smiling.

Three months later

"Can you believe it?! Mum away for months on business. We have the whole house to ourselves" Dustin burst into the living room, "Can't believe she trusts you to look after me. I am a handful."

"Don't we know it." Steve butted in, bringing in a bowl of popcorn, "So. What movie are we all watching?"

Your mum had let Steve move in which was insane, your mum always did have a soft spot for him, she'd always tell you Steve was the one for you. She knew he'd take care of the both of you whilst she was away. She knew you'd all take care of each other and with you and Steve both working for Family Video, she knew you could be trusted. You'd grown into a fine young woman. 

"I'm not sure." Dustin grabbed a handful of popcorn before jumping over you to sit on the sofa.

"I know the perfect movie." Steve grinned as you watched him get up, "How about... The NeverEnding Story?"

Dustin slammed his head into the back on the sofa huffing, "can you two fucking stop with that now?!"

"Turn around, look at what you see. in her face, the mirror of your dreams." you stood up and spun around with your arms out, as Steve joined in, "make believe I'm everywhere. I'm hidden in the lines. written on the pages, is the answer to a never ending story."

"Right, that's it. I'm going out." Dustin grabbed his cap and coat before pulling his shoes on.

"Hey, Dusty." you stopped singing and watched him as he opened the door, "Love you."

"yeah, yeah. Love you too." he closed the door behind him as you looked to Steve.

"so." he started, "we have the house to ourselves now, you wanna?" he looked to the stairs as you grinned and sprinted off up the stairs with him following after you. 

#stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steveharrington/reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x f!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steveharringtonxreader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst

[locklyle-for-a-long-while]

Hello Jopper fans. Harken back to Season 3:

I’ve always wondered about the intense feelings Joyce was experiencing that night when Hopper first truly opened up to her, and what happened after he was attacked by the Russian on the motorcycle. You may recall the next morning when he’s naked, he wraps a sheet around his waist and asks “How did I get here?” And her cryptic reply is just “Slowly”.

It always seemed like this night was a turning point for her. She finally stopped running from him, and instead fumbles through attempts to communicate her own love for him from this time onwards. So here’s your deleted scene from one of our favourite moments in season three…

…

There was nothing. No gate. No scientists, no signs that anything nefarious had taken place since that fateful day.

She was immediately filled with relief… and then embarrassment. He had allowed her to drag him out here, back to the power plant on nothing more than a paranoid whim.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind”

He sighed,

“You’re not losing your mind…. Not anymore than I am,” he paced, speaking softer now,

“The other day I almost shot Betsy Payne’s dog— it was coming at me and I swore it was one of those things.”

Her shame lessened a little as she was washed with a feeling of deep gratitude. He always validated her feelings when nobody else would. Sometimes all she needed was someone to tell her she wasn’t crazy.

He went on, “you know I’m keeping an eye on things, right?”

Of course. Always.

“Yeah” she said, too dismissively.

“Because it’s important to me that you feel safe.”

She did know it, deep down, but there was something in the way he said it so firmly like it was the most important thing in the world to him, it struck her.

“—That you and your family feel safe”

She stared at him wide-eyed, seeing him now.

“I want you to feel like this can still be your home”

Ugh. There it is.

She closed her eyes, overwhelmed with a deep sadness.

He knew.

Her dearest closest friend she’d ever had knew she was running away and she hadn’t had the courage to tell him herself.

She’d been working up to it, she’d meant to… even to ask him to move away with her and their kids… but somehow he’d found out already and that’s what would hurt him the most. She knew she’d wounded him deeply with this.

She wanted to tell him this in this moment, to apologize and explain herself, to share how living in constant fear was wearing her down, that it was an impulse decision after one too many nightmares… but it was too much… the guilt made her drop her head and avert her gaze.

God, the intensity and hurt in his eyes…

“What? You didn’t think I’d find out about that?”

“Gary called me, he said he was fixing up your house to put on the market.

Gary. Of course. Fucking Gary. This was all wrong.

He sighed,

“The kids know yet?”

Still speechless, processing her guilt, she shook her head slightly.

He could have stormed off, demanded and explanation, goodness knows she owed him one.

He just sighed as he took a few steps towards her, and slowly sat down on the step next to her, his posture defeated, tired, but mostly sad.

“After Sarah….I had to get away.”

He looked up into her eyes,

Sad, patient.

“I had to get the hell out of that place, you know?. Outrun those …those memories I guess”.

Yes. Of course. Sarah. The loss, inconceivable grief, and after, upsetting his life and moving away, totally alone and broken.

In that moment she knew he understood, of course he did. She wished to God she had opened up to him about this sooner. She’d held back, afraid of hurting him when in reality he was strong enough to be there for her and share in it with her. He’d been here before, lost more, suffered deeply, more than she could even comprehend.

Her admiration for this man beside her made heart swell.

He went on, meeting her gaze and arresting her with the warmth of his eyes, searching for her.

“…But you have something I never had.

“You have people who know what you’ve been though.

People who care about you.

Right here. In Hawkins”

And now, here he was telling her how he felt about her, how deeply he cared for her. With those words, they both knew unequivocally what he was getting at.

She knew it, and like a ton of bricks, in that moment, she knew she felt the same about him.

It had taken his strength in her weakness to make her see what she already knew.

She’d always loved him.

And that love had grown.

Over the years, the more time they spent together the more she was powerfully drawn to him. Whenever they were close, she longed to be closer. To touch him and be immersed in his presence.

She knew she could no longer deny it to herself, but… it was too much to admit it to him.

She just needed a bit more time, time to wrap her head around it better. She’d knew she’d been distancing herself…

The trauma of the last two years was always there to remind her that loving him would make her vulnerable, make her care too deeply, make her scared all the time, make her heart open and entwined with his.

No. Her heart needed walls, not openness.

She can’t — not right now. This is all too heavy.

“You mean, people like Scott Clarke?”

Instantly she regretted the words coming out of her mouth. And it was made even worse when his eyes flashed with confusion and heartbreak.

“It was a joke” she apologized, clarified.

A terrible joke.

He slowly exhaled with relief.

But it still stung.

She smiled sorrowfully at him, and in that moment promised herself that she’d fix this. She’d tell him.

And if the words failed her again, if she couldn’t tell him, she swore she would show him.

She knew without a doubt in her mind that for the rest of her life she would love him with everything she had in her. She was falling hard for this man, and she didn’t want to fight it anymore.

It was a subtle but profound shift. She loved him always, and now she was hopelessly in love with him ….and had been for a long time.

And it scared the shit out of her.

A noise jolted her out of her torrent of emotions.

He jumped up to check it out, ordered her to stay put.

Often she would have protested and stayed close, but a bit of physical space amid this onslaught of emotion was welcome as she watched him stalk away into the dark corridor.

Alone now, her eyes welled, she wiped her unshed tears, and then she heard another crash that shifted into a different emotion she’d grown to know too well:

Panic.

Off she went, compelled and unthinking for her own safety.

“Hopper?!”

No answer.

“Hopper!”

She found him on the ground, lying on his back with his eyes closed.

Unresponsive.

Her heart jumped into her chest.

Please be ok!

Please please please.

Not again, not again.

She checked him over, desperate. No apparent gun shot wounds, no dreaded pool of blood. But the bleeding might be internal.

He made a low noise that was the most beautiful sound, a sign of life.

Then, the sound of an engine.

The rain pouring down.

She was filled with confusion, and then quickly followed by rage.

Who could have done this to him!?

She raced over to catch a glimpse of the vehicle tearing away, trying to focus through the rain and straining to catch a license plate. The motorcycle quickly faded into the distance and she raced back to Hopper, her hands on him immediately.

She urgently needed to get him home. His wounds looked bad even in the low light.

“Hop… you gotta help me get you up.”

No answer.

She wedged herself between the wall and his shoulders, taking his head in her hands, then used leverage to get him to a slumped sitting position.

Panting from the exertion, she paused to catch her breath with her arms wrapped around his torso, hugging him fiercely from behind, his weight on her tiny frame.

She clung to him for that moment, feeling his warmth, tears in her eyes.

“Please Hop..”. She whispered into his neck, the smell of his skin made her want to stay there and breathe in forever.

He moaned, and she awkwardly but gently transferred his weight so he was seated and leaning onto the window wall.

She needed to get the truck as close as possible or she’d never get him out of here.

She grabbed his keys from his pocket and stood up to go.

Paused, not wanting to leave him alone for a second.

She bent down and leaned in close, placing her forehead just above his ear, her hand firmly rubbing his back, hoping he could feel it somehow.

“Hop, hop…. I’m gonna get you out of here, you’re gonna be ok you hear me? You stay with me ok?

I’ve got you,” she said, breathless.

Inhale.

I’m never leaving you.

“I’m not leaving you, Jim…I’m just bringing your truck real close ‘cause you’re heavy as a brick shit house. Ok? I’ll be right back I promise”.

She squeezed her eyes shut, took a slow breath, and tenderly kissed his temple before running out into the rain.

The next hour was spent gently coaxing him to move with her, with Hopper in and out of consciousness.

He even said her name once and it made her heart flutter and brought her to tears again with hope that he could hear her voice, that he was going to be ok.

Long breaks to regain strength and awareness. Long breaks where she could catch her own breath from straining as the support, his real life crutch for his broken body. They would lean on the wall, a counter, the hood of the truck, entwined together desperately or they’d both collapse.

The whole time, her voice, encouraging and pleading.

It seemed to her that her appeals had some effect on him. He understood that she was with him.

He pushed through the pain, and she felt it along with him. He would wince if she moved him the wrong way, she felt horrible.

At last he was inside the truck cab. She ran around to the drivers seat, leaning her head back in the seat for a moment, closed her eyes, feeling her breath hard in her chest….and feeling the loss of his contact acutely.

They were back to being two separate entities and she was bereft of his weight upon her, surrounding her.

It had been absolutely exhausting on her body, but she had a fleeting sense that somehow it had felt right being so close to him for so long.

On the drive back to his cabin, she kept glancing over at him, her free hand on his shoulder, sometimes shaking him gently, then caressing his soaking wet hair, trying to keep him conscious. He probably had a concussion, so she was supposed to keep him from falling into a deep sleep, right?

He was babbling incoherently, sometimes forming half-thoughts. “Joyce… I… I’m….”

“Joyce we gotta….”

She drove right up to the steps of his cabin.

The heavy rain had subsided a bit, but they were both soaked to the bone.

She didn’t think she could carry his weight again, her muscles felt like rubber.

When she opened his door, he tried to emerge but collapsed onto his hands and knees outside the truck, into the mud.

“Come on, Hop!” She pleaded, desperate, drained.

“You’re so close…. I can’t do it, I can’t carry you any further. I can’t, I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry…”

She was crying now, tears and rain mixed. She knelt down next to him in the mud, encircling him with her tired arms, her head against his.

“I’m sorry, Hop, I’m so sorry…”

Muttering this mantra not knowing if any part of him can hear it.

“I’m so sorry for everything,”

“Please please come back to me so I can make it right,”

“Please let me try again”.

“I need you. I need you, Hop. I’ve always needed you.”

“Always.”

Sobbing.

His eyes were still closed, but he took a deeper breath and with a pained sound, he hauled himself up the steps, her arms still around him, moving with him.

Then the couch.

At last.

She gazed down at his form filling up the couch. She longed to lie down with him and close her eyes, just for a bit… to feel his solid warmth against her body again…

Not yet, Joyce.

She grabbed a bed sheet and covered his lower half respectfully so she could get to work removing his soggy clothes. It was a chilly night and he was shivering visibly, despite the warm cabin.

This is not quite how she had pictured undressing him, in her quietest moments late at night— stop it Joyce, focus.

Her hands trembled as she undid his shirt buttons, lingering on his bare damp chest as she took a deep breath. His own breath ragged, but his heart beat steady under her hands. She lowered her head onto her hands and closed her eyes for a blessed moment.

Please be ok.

Please, Hop.

I love you.

His breathing was pained; and she knew she had to get the first round of painkillers into him while she cleaned up his open wounds.

She knew she wouldn’t sleep much tonight, her own wet clothes drying on her as she fretted about, caring for his body the best she could, hoping to heaven she could care for his heart soon too.

Then, it was the morning light pouring through the kitchen window.

He stirred, and she hurried over to him, bending down closer. His eyes met hers, for the first time in far too many hours.

She swallowed down the tears of joy. To look deep into those eyes, to be seen by him again.

“Joyce…”

“Hey….”

.

.

.

#jopper #stranger things #stranger things fic #st4 #joyce byers #jim hopper #jopper fic #jopper smut #jopper fluff

[miss-mollys-ballet-blog]

Maria Iliushkina’s debut in Diamonds.

I have thoughts and I’m just going to go through this as I watch and give time stamps because that’s what I do lmao.

1:35- I wish she had left that develope a little lower so she could raise it up with the music as Timur was standing.  Nitpicky I know, but artistry!

1:48- Thank GOD she stayed in the plie penche because so many dancers who debut this role put the foot down before doing the swoosh through and it ruins the moment so much, but Masha pulled it off!

2:13-27- This was the moment when I knew my prediction of “she will come so close to getting the power of Diamonds but it will either not get quite there or it was trained out of her” would be true.  She was so close, she was feeling the music, she wanted to go there but she didn’t.

2:41-WHY DID SHE STOP ON THE STEP AND NOT KEEP GOING AND LINK EVERYTHING TOGETHER.  WHYYYYYY?!?!!??!!?

4:16-this series of soutenus just seemed off and not connected or smooth.  It was bizarre, I’m not a fan.

4:35-somehow she managed to keep this arabesque from being too Swan Lake-y, which is impressive and something few Russian dancers are able to do

5:25-I like how instead of making that an awkward back bend, they did it fully with her on her side looking back and down.  It makes much more sense.

5:30-5:35-Loooooove the musicality on that!  Another example of how she CAN go there, she just needs to actually do it.

6:28-that turn was executed brilliantly.  Absolutely 0 wobble in her supporting and working legs and her seconde didn’t move at all.  Lovely!

7:15-why did Timur merely pick her up and then set her down before stepping?  The choreography requires the man to pick the ballerina up, hold her while taking at least one step, and then put her down.  That way the ballerina travels with him.  That was a weird alteration that looks bad.

8:03-I’m surprised at how “low” (for a Russian dancer) her passe is.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen any Russian dancer hold it below the knee instead of above.  I was definitely a fan of it at that point because then she could really extend that develope.  Brava Masha!

8:17-I wanted more from that pop into arabesque.  It should be pushing the boundary of smooth into BOOM is she going to hold it??  She’s almost there, just not quite.

8:42-8:50-Loved her phrasing here.  She hit every emphasis in the music without it feeling like she was posing. 

9:15-she should have ended that with a little flick of her hands.

9:34-Absolutely stunning deep fourth with a straight back leg that Balanchine loved for his pirouette prep.  Absolutely flawlessly done!  

All in all, it was better than I expected in some ways and exactly what I expected in others.  This is an odd comment, but she needs the music sped up.  Not just because that’s what the choreography deserves, but also because her dancing is too quick.  You could tell she could go faster and it would have looked better.  I think she has potential in the role, but she still should be an Emeralds Queen because that’s what she’s flawlessly beautiful at.  Not every dancer can and should dance every role!!!!!

However, will I watch every video of her in Diamonds?  Yes.

#maria iliushkina #timur askerov #diamonds #jewels #mariinsky ballet #future prima #favorite ballet #ballet video #video #mariinsky video

[majjiktricks]

Barok van Zeiks, Daud, The Boss and Majima.

barok van zieks my general perception of them what a pompous asshole <3 i really do love everything that guy's got going on. vampire, gay, the drama, the scar. truly. hes made up to be so scary and then you have One Honest Conversation with him and hes a big softy <3

an unpopular opinion or, failing that, a fun fact i Do Not like vanlock. i dont understand it and i actively dislike it. i do also think its funny that his name is supposed to be pronounced like "baroque." no. im not saying it like that. ive always said it like varrick dragon age and i will continue to do so.

music i associate with them (if any) i mean. hes got his entire theme song. reaper of the bailey FUCKS. so theres that one. hes another guy i dont have a Playlist for so i dont really have any songs associated with him 🤔 hrmm…

if I feel (spiritually) like I could beat them in a fight i think i could make him cry but that would be mean.

daud my general perception of them daud? i think you mean dad? LOL hes an assassin. hes asexual. hes supernaturally cursed/gifted. hes filled with regret. what more could you want? really i think his whole thing is. just very cool. i want to make a daud/red whaler cosplay one of these days…

an unpopular opinion or, failing that, a fun fact i dont interact w the fandom at all so i have no idea what the opinions are. uh. i read the books just because i wanted to see more of daud tho <3 hes also probably one of the first characters i really liked that has prominent facial scars and that has kinda left an impact on me… a LOT of my faves have facial scars in some way

music i associate with them (if any) this question is gonna be the death of me huh. instead im going to theorize what kind of music he would like. which im thinking of something quiet, lots of strings, relaxing. somber. but he thinks its peaceful and pretty <3

if I feel (spiritually) like I could beat them in a fight god no way.

the boss my general perception of them i miss her… i wish we got to see more of her. im gonna have to replay mgs3 huh. i REALLY wish we had gotten that cobras prequel smh… i want to know more but also its fun to theorize with what little we DO have. i like to think she was a strict mom, but very rarely would go absolutely buck wild because she knew she needed and so did everyone around her <3

an unpopular opinion or, failing that, a fun fact not a FUN fact but. hrm. i dont think ive ever drawn her… i should fix that.

music i associate with them (if any) snake eater of course. for some reason ALSO heavens divide even though she doesnt really show up in peace walker. i dont know any russian ballet music but i think she would listen to that because of the sorrow <3

if I feel (spiritually) like I could beat them in a fight no. i wouldnt even try.

majima answered here!

#jazz noises #inbox #coffeemakesmeahappybean

[sclfmastery]

@bespokesweetie​ cont. from X 

"Spoilers! Still a Doctor... I'm not that mature yet. And yes, I want your company. What can I say? I love dancing with the devil."

She already had a bottle of champagne in her hand, she always came prepared afterall. Plus, there was always need for champagne.

"Aww, you see us as competition? Bless... Does that mean you're threatened by me? The almighty Master feels threatened by little old me..." She let out an almost mocking laugh, keeping her eyes on him as she mocked him. She knew this was a dangerous game, but it made River more eager.

"I don't think The Doctor will approve  if you use your teeth on me...I might approve of it but it'd definitely land you in The Doctor’s bad books... again."

The Master gnaws on an already-chipped nail, while his malicious Cheshire grin stays plastered on his face.  There’s a sense of the restlessly kinetic about him, as though he could not stop moving if he wished to.  He is animated by a starvation for the person whose profound acquaintance they share, and there have been far bigger speed bumps than this (admittedly brilliant) assassin who’s been chasing the Doctor a fraction of the time that he has. 

God, that’s right. He’s met this minx before, in his last face.  Bit of a cat fight, really, to use a deplorably unenlightened human term.  But then--

I don’t think the Doctor will a p p r o v e , River says, and Koschei thrusts back his head and cackles. 

{ ‘And have I learned restraint...? Am I quiet enough for you yet....?’ }

     “Write whatever angle you wish in that diary, my dear.”  He smacks his palms together with a vigorous rub, as a snarl, another ripple of unbearable energy, courses through him, escaping as a giddy little snarl.  “I had to play House with the Doctor for seventy years, keep myself from running mad, and die at my own hands, to seek out her--well his, then, I suppose--favor.”

He shakes his head slowly, and licks the rim of his smirking lips. 

   “Never again.  The Doctor must meet me on my own terrain, or not at all. This may take time, the compromise I seek. Maybe millennia. But I am very patient.”  

He salutes the bottle.  

   “You know alcohol does nothing to Time Lords, yes?”  Now he stuffs his hands in his pockets, with the casual sangfroid of a gentleman.  He’s a good actor. 

   “Just, y’know, a fair warning.  I’d rather level the playing field. Now, if you’ve got ginger or aspirin somewhere in your proverbial ‘little black dress,’ well...then we can play a proper game of Russian Roulette.  Fascinating creatures, Russians. I once charmed a room full of KGB spies with an acoustic guitar. What a night.” 

#ic #master of a nothing place (Dhawan) #River Song tag #GOD what WAS my River tag???? heck! ) #i haven't run across a River in years but I'll think up a new tag LMAO) #bespokesweetie

[fenris-ranger]

POWER OF THE DOCTOR SPOILERS/livethoughts

scheduling this to post after it airs in the USA

"they're regenerating" now how did some random train marshal know what regeneration energy looks like?

"I've got you" i'm already in tears stop

I know the train sequence is very CGI-intensive, and maybe it's just bc I'm streaming it off iPlayer, but the graphics aren't impressing me :/

The train people know what Cybermen are, too? Idk how well known they are throughout the galaxy, but they and the Daleks always have seemed to me like since they don't leave anybody alive, they're more legends to normal people.

"Don't lose my sonic" feels like forwarding

Professional medic Yaz!!!

"This is your Space Train Driver, Dan" i love him

oh fuck oh shit it's baby her isn't it? at the very least an obvious analogue.

NO OH MY GOD I'M BUFFERING HELP

I thought they said this was the longest intro before the title sequence ever? didn't feel notably long.

I really wish I'd had time to go back and watch Ace and Teagan's episodes first -- maybe somebody will make a good list of "things you need to watch to understand the Classic Who easter eggs" after.

"Back in time for your date!" and then immediately planning things with Yaz, parallels!

"You don't have to come back for me" oh no are we losing him this early?????? Is he never going to know what happens to his Space Lesbians just like I feared????

"See ya again, Doctor" I'M WEEPING, JODIE YOUR FACE

I'm so sad for Yaz to lose "her companion" so early :(

Parlay with the Daleks? sus but also exactly the trap that the Doctor will fall into

I didn't remember the Kaleds -- tardiswiki link

aaaagh i read the extra planet/mirror earth theory shit, they were right??

ra ra rasputin lover of the russian queen -- wait oh fuck

dhawan is reasonably attractive but not as rasputin and not in the cleanshaven promo pics either imo

"stay here" as if -- haha, immediately "nope!"

yaz can read the tardis screens so well, ilu </3

ah, not Tim Shaw then (don't see anything about the Qurunx in the wiki, so I assume he made it up for this episode?)

"bit busy, Kate, can it wait?"

"have you any idea what's going on in outer space in 1916 right now?" "strangely enough, no"

no yazzy don't have to face what it's like to lose the doctor for 38 years omg mandip still rocking the microexpressions

"defaced" ew that's hideous

competent Yaz is so brilliant to see

the seismologist!master holding TCE-Yaz has to be coming up and i'm terrifed

the master talking to yaz but yaz refusing to look anywhere but at the doctor omg

GIVE HER A GUN WHAT "she must be worried" no shit

just shoot him yaz please

i knew the battle AI aspect of the cyberium had to come back

"I said i'm in your head, dear" I don't ship thoschei in this incarnation because thasmin, but i'm picking up what you're putting down

I don't really understand why they brought Vinder back -- he wasn't really compelling or super important in Flux?

"oh, and i have a ship problem, in that . . . it's broken"

"your dad was an idiot" ugh i LOVE him recognizing all the companions and the references to classic who

"she really doesn't want us back in there!" aww, sad

"I'm supposed to be the one saying that to you" yesss give me continued Yaz-becoming-the-Doctor parallels

are they really just strolling alongside magma without breaking a sweat?

i'm still so struck by how dhawan really emulates the energy and batshit insanity of Simm!Master

YAZ IS GOING TO PILOT IT BY HERSELF MY SWEET BRILLIANT CHILD

HER STICKY NOTES

THE CLOISTER BELL

I'M DECEASED

has dhawan always had that subconjunctival hemorrhage or whatever patch in his right eye or is that a character thing?

"forced regeneration" just sounds like death, why does it need technology? just shoot her or something

holy shit I can't believe they used "ra ra rasputin" -- the Master dancing around to a modern song is straight out of the Simm!Master playbook

*the owl house voice* BODY SWAP!

THE EARRING AND EVERYTHING

aw, not a body swap :( I would have fucking gagged if we finally got Whittaker!Master

Aw we knew the jacket was coming back but it's still brilliant to see Ace in it!

SCARF SWEATER CELERY SCARF SWEATER CELERY

fuck yeah, yaz! i'm so glad she gets to be hypercompetent

NO NOT ANOTHER HOLOGRAM NOT LIKE THIS okay who's signing up to write the Yaz trauma flashbacks

kate stewart is a babe

YAZ YAZ YAZ YAZ stop being so amazing

if he makes a pass at Yaz because he knows, i will kill him myself, fictional or not

graham!!!! "arnold palmer-son" lmao his psychic paper. but why did he try to explain daleks to her when she wasn't at all phased by reading off info about the doctor/daleks?

KATE NO i saw the sacrifice coming but if it goes through i'll be devastated (especially because she knows better than most exactly what is going to happen, being the chief science officer forever)

JO JO JO JO -- are we up to 9 doctors now in this episode? Fugitive, One, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Dhawan!Doctor, Thirteen, presumably Ten-variant?

Very Kirk/Spock "i am and always will be your friend" vibes through the glass

"I'd only just signed the lease." YES KATE GETS TO GO IN TOO

I love her in the welding goggles

Type 75!!!

what was the point of Yaz saying "go go go!" that was just awkward

"what a universe" her fucking wonder is the most beautiful thing, that really encapsulates Thirteen for me -- she went much more childlike than previous incarnations but that just let her be constantly in awe and it's borderline holy

no no no no no no no

YAZ SO STRONG SO BUFF THE DOCTOR'S BUTCH WIFE WE LOVE TO SEE IT

fuck you can tell this is at least 50% just Jodie crying I'm losing it

NO WHAT

NO

YOU CANNOT REGENERATE ALONE WHAT THE FUCK CHIBNALL

at least Dan knows :( :( :(

i mean i get that she didn't want to face being rejected by a companion once she switched faces again, but whyyyy

HOW DARE YOU DEPRIVE ME OF TENNANT IN THIRTEEN'S OUTFIT????????? (also lmao at how we ALL called the "wot? wot?!")

#doctor who #doctor who spoilers #power of the doctor #potdspoilers

[romancereadingdiva]

Ruthless Obsession Series by Zoe Blake

I have already posted my review for the first book, Sweet Cruelty, which I gave 5 👑, and you can find here: https://romancereadingdiva.tumblr.com/post/680609696253689856/sweet-cruelty-by-zoe-blake 

I’m being lazy and decided to put all the rest of the books in this series in one post!

🖤 Sweet Depravity, book 2

Sweet on this couple’s depravity! 👑👑👑👑👑 [5/5]

Vaska and Mary’s depravity started from the beginning of this book, and I loved it! Mary was feisty, but I wished she would have realized her feelings a little sooner. Vaska was OTT possessive just as Dimitri was in the first book, and I loved that too! I enjoyed the overlap of plot from the first book, and the action at the end was entertaining. I was sweet on this book! 

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▪️Sweet Depravity Blurb:

The moment she told me no, I knew she was mine. I didn't come to her apartment planning to tie her to her bed and ravage her. A Russian arms dealer has no need for an innocent schoolteacher. I would have done what I came to do and left, but when she opened those gorgeous red lips and threatened to scream I knew she would be screaming long before I was finished with her. Screaming for me. I'm not just going to take her. I'm going to take over her entire world. Where she lives. What she eats. Where she works. Her every breath will be under my control. Call it obsession. Call it depravity. I don't give a damn... as long as you call her mine. Publisher's Note: Sweet Depravity is a stand-alone novel which is the second entry in the Ruthless Obsession series. It includes sp@nkings, rough s3xual scenes, intense and humiliating punishments, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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🖤 Sweet Savagery, book 3

Savage love for this book! 👑👑👑👑👑 [5/5]

I wasn’t sure I was going to read this 3rd book in this series, but I’m so glad I did! I was pulled in at the beginning, and this book never let me go. I felt for Dylan because of her past. This author writes the best OTT possessive, alpha billionaire men, and Ivan is a great addition with Dimitri and Vaska. Ivan and Dylan were fire from the beginning. I was entertained throughout the book and have savage love for it!

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▪️Sweet Savagery Blurb:

I came for my money. I took her instead. She's not the one who stole from me. She's a pawn caught up in her family's deadly game. It doesn't matter. Her innocence won't save her from me. I could just let her return the money, but as I stare down at the beautiful creature stretched out before me like a virgin sacrifice I thank God for every sin that has blackened my cold heart. Because I'm going to make her beg, scream, and suffer for me. Then I'm going to make her mine. Publisher's Note: Sweet Savagery is a stand-alone novel which is the third entry in the Ruthless Obsession series. It includes sp@nkings, rough s3xual scenes, intense and humiliating punishments, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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🖤 Sweet Brutality, book 4

Sweet on this book too! 👑👑👑👑👑 [5/5[

Another entertaining and emotional read from this author and series! Carinna was a “spitfire,” and I loved it like Maxim did! Just like the other books, Maxim was an OTT possessive alpha that I loved too. Excited yet sad for the next and last book of this series.

 *Read through Kindle Unlimited. 

▪️Sweet Brutality Blurb:

The more she fights me, the more I want her. That beautiful, sassy mouth of hers makes me want to push her to her knees and dominate her. I'm a Russian arms dealer and she's an innocent college student who doesn't even know she belongs to me yet, but that will change when I yank those skimpy shorts down and spank her bright red. I will teach her not to show off what is mine. Then I will make her scream my name. I had no right to take her, but I dare you to try to take her from me. Publisher's Note: Sweet Brutality is a stand-alone novel which is the fourth entry in the Ruthless Obsession series. It includes sp@nkings, rough s3xual scenes, intense and humiliating punishments, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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🖤 Sweet Ferocity, book 5

Love this book with ferocity! 👑👑👑👑👑 [5/5]

This book about Luka and Katie was just as entertaining and emotional as the others in this series. This insta-lust, insta-love with OTT possessive males and sassy ladies who bring them to their knees was just what I needed right now. I loved this book and series with ferocity, I and highly recommend it if the aforementioned list is your jam like it is mine!

*Read through Kindle Unlimited. 

▪️Sweet Ferocity Blurb:

Keeping her safe was my job. Keeping her for myself became my obsession. She is a Russian mafia princess, kidnapped to be used as a pawn in a deadly turf war. I was hired to bring her home, but the moment I saw her I knew I must have her for myself. She can run, but I will always be watching from the shadows. Like a feral beast stalking his prey, waiting for the right moment to take what is mine. I am her protector, but no one can protect her from me. Publisher's Note: Sweet Ferocity is a stand-alone novel which is the fifth and final entry in the Ruthless Obsession series. It includes sp@nkings, rough s3xual scenes, intense and humiliating punishments, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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[captains-simp]

can you do a fic where reader unintentionally breaks one of the rules by accident so she has to be punished but the punishment is being ignored by BOTH wanda AND nat and reader is uncomfortable with being ignored because it makes her feel invisible and like she's a ghost so like this is what happens, reader breaks a rule in front of wanda and nat but reader doesn't realize she broke a rule but wanda and nat punish reader without telling reader first, and they punish her by not acknowledging her presence and stuff then reader just breaks and starts crying and stuff, she's really upset until nat and wanda cave in and see what's wrong with reader because they didnt know that reader didnt realize she broke a rule and her punishment was being ignored by them

also nat is dom, wanda is switch (like wanda is sub to nat but dom to reader) and reader is sub also nat, wanda and reader are in a poly dom/sub relationship and dating

Oh my god is this ✨smut with a developed storyline✨?

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff ~ 3rd Wheel

Warnings: debatable toxic traits, feelings of abandonment and unlove, fingering, praise, oral and hints of overstimulation

2.4k words

[ masterlist ]

Buy me a coffee ☕

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You giggled as Sam made stupid sound effects every time he paused in telling his story. You were pretty sure the story wasn’t true but hearing him tell it was entertaining enough. He put his hand on your forearm as he laughed at his own comeback to some apparently ‘very real’ character in the story and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That was until your other arm was grabbed and pulled you to your feet. 

“It’s late, we should go.” Natasha said curtly. You nodded and said goodbye to Sam with a tight hug and followed after the Russian as Wanda joined her at her side. 

“How did your meeting go?” You teased the redheads. Officially, what you had just attended was a party. Unofficially, it was a chance for Natasha and Wanda to gather more intel for a future mission that they had been working on for months. Tony, to no one’s surprise, was more than happy to help by hosting the party and it was just like any other to everyone else. You had missed your girlfriend’s company at first, but had eventually started socializing with the others and the night had flown by. 

When you were met with silence you assumed you didn’t hear either of their responses over the music so you sped up your steps slightly to stick close by. Once you got to the car you knew they were in a bad mood. It was one thing when one of them was mad but both of them was a whole other storm. Not that it was always bad. Sometimes they would take that anger out on you in the bedroom and you had secretly been dying to be fucked like that for a while. 

You tried to make conversation a few times, telling the pair about Sam’s story and how it was probably about as real as fairies but they still didn’t respond. Of course, you had no idea that these things were just making them madder and that Wanda and Natasha were communicating silently most of the time, discussing the meeting as they ignored you. You gave up eventually and gazed out the window as you fiddled with the fabric of your dress. 

Once you were home things only seemed to get worse. “I made dinner before we left.” You said as you looked under the grill to find that the three served plates were still fine and put them on the counter. You had cooked before getting ready because you knew your girlfriends were busy and were going to be hungry when they got home. You glanced at the two women to see Natasha undoing her girlfriend’s zipper and placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. You smiled at the tender site. 

“Hey, where’s my kiss?” You teased as Natasha started towards the bedroom but shouldered right past you. You looked to Wanda but she didn’t spare you a glance either as she strolled through the apartment to your shared bedroom. You watched them go with a dry mouth and dragged yourself to the bathroom where you struggled to undo the zipper of your dress before finally succeeding after five minutes of struggling and sore arms. One of the redheads usually did it for you before you could even think to ask.  

You stepped into the shower and tried to focus on the feeling of the hot water running down your body, hoping it would distract you from the dull ache near your heart. It didn’t work. You wondered if you had done anything to annoy them at the party but could think of nothing. With a disgruntled sigh, you turned off the water and stepped out of the safety of the shower. You quickly dried off and tiptoed to your now-empty bedroom to change into your pajamas. 

When you went back into the kitchen you found only one of the plates was left. You glanced over at the living area to see Wanda and Natasha curled up together on the couch under a blanket as they watched TV and ate the food you made. They could have at least warmed mine up. You grumbled to yourself as you put it in the microwave and made yourself a drink. You trudged over to the couch but Wanda extended her legs to cover the free space just as you were about to sit down. You looked up at them both but their eyes were still glued to the TV. 

You sat down tentatively on the armchair closest to the couch and started taking small bites of your food. You weren’t paying attention to the screen at all. Instead, your eyes kept flickering to the two redheads curled up on the couch together. They looked so warm and tender laying together. You wished so desperately you could be with them, but instead you just felt like an outsider. That had always been a big insecurity for you. Wanda and Natasha were both Avengers and you were just a normal citizen. You often wondered if you ever felt like a burden, the weak part of their relationship. You could never understand their lives the way they could, you could only watch. Usually, you would voice your concerns and insecurities to them and they would assure you to no end that they loved you more than anything. However speaking had gotten you nowhere that night, so you kept it to yourself. 

You sat in the living room for hours. You wanted to go to bed so badly. You were utterly exhausted and your eyes were starting to hurt from the lights in the room you wanted to be shielded from. But you were determined not to go until the other two did. You wanted to be curled up between them both like you always were. You wanted to feel safe and secure and most of all loved. 

Finally, Natasha turned off the television and stretched out like a cat on the couch before standing and making her way to the bedroom, leading Wanda by the hand. You put your uneaten plate of food on the side to deal with the next day, too tired to even think about it at that moment. The pair instantly dropped down into bed and Natasha held Wanda tightly as she rested her head on the Russian’s chest. You gazed down at them longingly but forced yourself into bed besides them. You reached out your hand to tug weakly on their shirts, desperate for any kind of acknowledgement but received none. You withdrew your hand and held it up to your chest as you watched the pair. How long had they been craving time to themselves? 

You slowly got out from under the covers and left the room without feeling their usual fond gazes on your back. You lingered in the hallway before glancing back and saw Natasha tracing circles on Wanda’s back. You gulped back tears and made your way to the spare bedroom where you slept alone for the first time in months. 

*

You didn’t get up until lunch the next day. You didn’t feel like doing anything, especially not facing your girlfriend. You wanted to stay out of their way to give them the alone time they so clearly needed.

When you had finally dragged yourself out of bed and into the hallway you froze. Wanda’s moans could be heard clearly from your bedroom followed by sharp cries of Natasha’s name. You stood rooted to the spot as the pain in your chest grew worse. Since they had so keenly invited you into their relationship. The pair had never once done anything sexual without you. At first you had been flattered and insisted that you were okay if they wanted to do things by themselves every once in a while but eventually you had grown used to how things were. You had grown used to being included in everything. 

Numbly, you made yourself a hot chocolate in hopes of it raising your spirits. Not long after you had finished, your girlfriends came wandering into the kitchen with a new glow. 

“Do you want a drink?” You piped up, you could at least be helpful. Wanda grabbed something from the fridge as Natasha took out a glass from the cupboard and spun around to kiss her girlfriend on the lips with a soft giggle. Wanda smiled against her and hummed when Natasha’s tongue teased the Sokovian’s lower lip. 

“I love you.” Natasha hummed and Wanda smiled with a blush as she said the words back. 

“I- I love you too.” You added and took a desperate step towards them both, holding out your hands to them but they separated and started to stroll back into the living room. You watched on as tears sprung to your eyes. They didn’t say it back. They always said it back. “Please.” You whispered though you may have well have been talking to a wall. You whimpered quietly and weakly made your way to the guest room where you closed the door and fell down onto the bed, not being able to stop the tears streaming down your face. You curled up on yourself and hugged your duvet as close to your body as possible, needing something to cling onto like a lifeline. 

You didn’t hear the door open through your muffled weeping. You did feel the gentle pair of hands on your waist and the dip in the bed either side of you. Your head shot up and you looked between the pair in panic, fearing they were going to tell you to go elsewhere for the day or even forever. Wanda shushed you softly and held your dampened cheeks in her hands. 

“It’s okay, honey.” Wanda cooed and you whimpered as you tried to enjoy what you assumed was the last time she would hold you. “We’re not going anywhere and neither are you.” You peered at her cautiously and then Natasha who nodded gently. 

“We’re sorry, baby. Sam was getting a little too handsy last night and you didn’t seem to notice.” Natasha explained carefully. You remembered the brief moment he had touched your waist and frowned at the memory. 

“And you know letting people touch what isn’t theirs is breaking a rule.” You nodded slowly as Wanda added on.

“So your punishment was being ignored by us so you could learn but we took it too far.” Natasha admitted.

“And we never told you what was happening. We’re so sorry we made you feel this way, sweetie. We love you so much.” Wanda said as she kissed you softly on the lips as Natasha lay down behind you and wrapped her arms protectively around your waist. 

“So so much.” She added. 

“Promise?” You asked and Wanda lay down to join you and wipe your tears away. 

“Always.” 

“Let us show you.” Natasha whispered against your neck and you nodded as she rolled you gently onto your back and began planting soft kisses along your neck, occasionally lingering on patches of skin to suck dark bruises into them. Wanda titled your head towards you and kissed you slowly, cherishing the taste of you and wanting to reclaim all that she could. 

Natasha’s hands started to wander down your stomach and landed at the hem of your sweatpants that she easily surpassed along with your panties. You gasped when you felt her fingers run along your folds and up to your clit. You bucked your hips and moaned against Wanda when she applied some pressure, all while the Sokovian started to retrace her girlfriend’s steps by running her hands across your breasts. Her thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples and she hummed against you. 

Natasha finally pushed two fingers past your folds and relished in the slick that coated them instantly. She curled them gently inside you and withdrew to start about making a consistent pace that had you melting beneath them both. 

“That’s it, sweetie.” Wanda assured in the most loving tone you had ever heard from her. 

“Taking me so well. Our best girl.” Natasha hummed and withdrew her fingers. You whined softly but shushed when Natasha brought her fingers up to Wanda’s lips and slid them inside. The Sokovian hummed in delight around Natasha’s fingers, eagerly licking her slender digits before retreating to start down your body, determined to gain an unfiltered taste. 

Wanda pulled your sweatpants and panties off completely and kissed up your thighs softly, taking her time in treasuring you just as Natasha had done with your neck. She gleamed at the sight before her and didn’t hesitate to lick a long strip between your folds. You mewled in Natasha’s hold as Wanda moaned against you. “Always so sweet.” She dipped her tongue inside of you and you clenched around her muscle with a gasp.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for us.” Natasha praised softly as she started to rub your clit with her free hand. You bucked against both their movements, feeling beautifully overwhelmed by it all. Wanda’s tongue flicked inside you and you moaned loudly into the air, tempting Natasha to quieten you with a kiss while your other girlfriend continued to work between your legs that were beginning to shake. 

“Please.” You whined as you felt your high approaching. The pair smiled at one another as they continued to please you. 

“I can feel you clenching my tongue.” Wanda mused.

“Go ahead and cum for us, baby.” You did as you were told without a second’s delay. You moaned loudly into the air as you shuddered against the bed and came undone on Wanda’s tongue. The pair helped you ride out your high and into another orgasm relentlessly. They didn’t let up, making you cum again and once more, leaving you feeling utterly exhausted and overworked. 

“That’s it, darling. You did so good for us.” Wanda praised as she fell down besides you and they both held you protectively. 

“We love you.” Natasha muttered softly and you smiled.

“I love you both too.” You hummed, enjoying the warmth of your girlfriends’ comfort.

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[heyitsperfect]

Can’t fight feelings - Happy Lowman

Warnings: kissing, implied smut, fluff, a bit of angst. 

A/N: I got a bit carried away sometimes but I hope you like it anyways. 

Request: Hi💕 So I've been thinking about this situation where you've been sleeping with Happy very casually before he went to jail with the boys and without any previous contact while he's in, he asks you to pick him up when he gets out and when that happens he somehow reveals that he's in love with you and wants a relationship. I couldn't find any prompts that made sense to me with this, but like prompt 11. Maybe fits? Idk. Sorry for the bad explanation, English isn't my first language. Feel free to change anything about this also I just need some Happy love right now. Thank you 💖

(Prompt: 11. “stay here with me for the rest of our lives")

“How long will you be gone?” you asked staring at the ceiling after two rounds of steamy hot sex with Happy. 

“A bit more than a year.” he turned to look at you. This would be the last night for Happy and you. And damn he wished he had the balls to tell you how he really feels. He knows you two wanted this to be a casual thing, but everytime he saw you, kissed you, touched you or was near you he fell more and more for you. 

“I should leave then. You have a busy day tomorrow.” you got up and got dressed, but before you left you kissed him one last time. Normally you wouldn’t do this, but you don’t know when the next time you’ll be kissing those lips.  

“What was that for?” He looked confused. 

“Something to remember til you get out.” you smiled at him before kissing him again and leaving after that. 

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The next day came around and normally you would go to TM and spend some time with the boys, but today was the day. Happy told you everything about the deal Jax made with the ATF and about the plan to get this bitch Stahl killed and how he would end up in prison for at least 14 months. You decided against going and waited for Gemma to tell you the news, which you already knew. She called you later that night and suggested to come around so nobody would be alone. Again, you decided against it. It’s not like Happy and you were dating, although Gemma knew something was going on between you two and of course she knew better about your feelings for Happy then you knew yourself. 

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The months went by quickly and you tried as hard as possible to get over the urge to call Happy or to visit him. You were only friends who had casually sex from time to time. He only called you once after three months inside, asking you how you’ve been and telling you about how Jax got stabbed by the Russian. You weren’t his Old Lady or girlfriend, but Happy told you everything. He trusted you with his life and he would like to spend the rest of it with you if he only would find the right words. Happy and words. Happy and expressing his feelings. Only god could help him. 

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Only two weeks left and the boys would be outside again. Happy would be outside again. Gemma and Tara already planned a big barbecue with the biggest party Samcro ever had. Opie and Lyla's wedding would only be the cherry on top. 

You were in the midst of your weekly grocery shopping when you got a call from an unknown number. You picked up in hope it would be Happy and your hope got confirmed when a female voice asked you if you would cover the costs of this call. Of course you agreed and soon you were greeted with Happy's dark and grumpy voice. 

“Hey little girl.” 

“Hey Hap.” 

Silence.

“Why did you call?” you asked nicely and curious at the same time.

“Can you come and pick me up in two weeks. I can ride us back to the clubhouse then.” It was more a demand than a question, but that was Happy’s way to ask you and show some emotion. 

“Ehm, yeah, sure why not.” you replied casually, but on your inside you were making backflips. 

“Okay, I gotta go. See you in two weeks.” and he hung up before you could say goodbye. 

“Ugh, screw you Happy Lowman.” you mumbled to yourself and continued your shopping. Two weeks couldn’t go by fast enough. 

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You kept yourself occupied the next two weeks. You helped Gemma with organizing the party and helped Tara to watch the boys from time to time. Lyla asked you to be her bridesmaid alongside Tara. You and Tara already had chosen your dress and you hoped Lyla would choose something more classic, but classic and porn star don’t go along very well. 

The morning arrived where you would pick up Happy. You drove in the van to stockton while the garage boys took the bikes to bring them to their rightful owner. Clay and Jax walked in front with Happy, Juice, Tig and Bobby following. If only you weren’t so nervous. You were the only woman there, but Happy wanted you to be there. The last gate opened and they were finally free again. Happy walked up to you and before you could say anything he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. Gladly you were standing on the side so nobody really recognized Happy's outburst of showing feelings. 

“Hey.” he spoke against your lips. 

“Hey yourself.” you chuckled. “I think somethings missing on you.” You took a step back and held out his kutte so he could slip it back on. “Now you look like your old self.” you smiled at him. When the first bike roared to life you knew it was time to go. Happy got his bike smiling like an idiot. You got up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist and it was the best feeling in the world. 

You hoped Happy would take you home, but the first stop was of course the clubhouse and TM to greet the rest of the boys. After hugs and all the welcome back stuff was over, Happy took you by the hand and led you to his dorm in the clubhouse. Finally you thought to yourself. Once the door was closed Happy was all over you and you all over him. Clothes were flying everywhere and it didn’t took you guys long to end up naked on the bed. Happy spent the last 14 months in prison without any sexual contact so this was a rather short session. 

“I’ll make it up to you little girl.” he pulled you close so your head were resting on his chest and his hands were roaming your back. 

“Yeah? What happened with you inside?” this question was burning inside of you since the kiss in Stockton when you picked him up. 

“I realized I love you and I want to grow old with you. Stay with me. Tell me I’m not stupid and you feel the same.” You expected a lot, but definitely not this. You didn’t had quite the words yet to answer him so you leaned up and kissed him. Every emotion you felt for that man was poured into that kiss. 

“I stay with you as long as you want me.” you whispered against his lips and felt him smile. He pressed his lips against yours again and was about to turn you over when Jax shouted from outside. 

“I expect to see a crow on her anytime soon Hap! And now come on we have a wedding to be at!” 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Happy rasped out about to get up, but you grabbed his arm  and pulled him back onto the bed.

“He can wait, you have something to make up to me.” 

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[sweet-demiboi]

Well. Mhmmm, I was thinking of being the other King of Asgard and maybe also a God? (maybe the God of Knolagde). And maybe the Avengers need help so Thor asks his Husband😜 and that of course, means that the Avengers will meet him and maybe kinda fangirl? Oooh I'm so stupid, I forgot to ask, do we need to describe our personality? Cause if so I'm rather shy.

Also feel free to message if you need any clarifications.

Thanks!

Thor x Male!Reader

Plot: Requested

Warnings: Hm... bad English? A bit angst, but really not much

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You were having trouble in your mind. You sat outside in the beautiful gardens of Asgard's palace, admiring the beauty of the nature around you. But it wasn't able to clear your mind of the concerned thoughts you were thinking about for the past days now.

Thor had promised to inform you about everything that was happening in his life on Midgard but he had neither sent a message nor had he visited Asgard by himself. You were seriously concerned about your husband.

You got up from the chair you were sitting on before and started walking around the gardens. No other god or goddess disturbed you as they could clearly see that you were trying to focus on your problems.

At least that was something you could do really well, after all you were the god of knowledge and wisdom. Different scenarios played in your imagination and you didn't notice the person standing next to you until they laid a hand on your shoulder.

Your head went straight up and in the matter of just a few seconds, you had pulled out your dagger and were putting it against the intruders throat.

"Whoa, keep calm, (Y/N)!", Thor laughed with raised hands. You sank your weapon and looked at him with an accusing look in the eyes. "Why didn't you tell me about your days? I was concerned.", you asked with crossed arms.

Thor smiled but looked a bit defeated at the same time "I am sorry, my love, but I wasn't able to send you a message. The mission we're working on right now is quite hard.", he stepped closer to you and took your hands in his own, big and warm ones. His blue eyes had a pleading look in them "I should have told you about it earlier, I'm sorry." A small smile spread on his lips as well as on your own.

"I'm still mad.", you informed him "But not as mad as before." Of course your husband could've handle the situation otherwise but everyone made mistakes sometimes although Thor didn't want to hear that. You decided that you had forgiven him, but wouldn't tell him now.

"So, why are you here?", you asked "Obviously something's up." The god of thunder smiled, you knew that he loved it, when you acted smart "I need your help with that mission I was talking about before." You nodded slightly and and started slowly walking with his hand in yours. "Tell me about it.", you demanded, so he told you:

"Hydra is active again, it's a terror-group, which managed to hide from us for quite some time now, but we managed to get a few hints from some... shady people. If we could crack the code they gave us, we could handle them! This coded message can tell us their location! But sadly... we couldn't crack it until now."

"That means you want me to help you with that message?", you understood. Thor nodded "You're the god of knowledge and wisdom!", he took both of your hands in his and stood before you, excited and with pleading eyes "Please! Please, (Y/N), help me!" You smirked slightly and whispered: "Of course."

Thor smiled brightly, cupped your cheeks and kissed you pasionately on the lips. Oh boy, how you had missed that! His warm lips on yours, his body pressed against your own and rising together in that bubble of love for each other. His tongue found its way into your mouth and played eagerly with your own. You slung your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself.

You looked deeply into each others eyes after this kiss. "Let's do that code!", you whispered against his now swollen lips, which showed you a big smile now.

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Over all this excitement you had forgotten that you were rather shy towards new people, so you grabbed the hand of your husband while Heimdall was bringing you to earth. Thor's thumb brushed slightly over the back of your hand, calming you a little bit.

Suddenly you stood on the top of the Avengers tower, Thor had already told you about. The outlook you had over New York was stunning and something you had never seen before. "It's beautiful, isn't it?", Thor asked next to you and you were only able to nod. He closed your mouth with putting a finger under your chin, smirking when you blushed slightly.

"Oh, Thor, you're here again!", a man with sunglasses and an expensive looking suit walked over to you. It had to be Tony Stark, who your husband had also talked about. "And you must be his charming, smart husband he always talks about!", he gifted you a smile and put out his hand for you to shake it.

"That's right, Tony Stark.", you shook his hand a bit nervously, but he didn't seem to notice. "I guess Thor already told you about our problem?"

"I wouldn't be here, if he had not.", you answered and Tony laughed, already guiding you inside. You weren't pleased by seeing even more people in the conference-room, where you had just walked in. The looks were on you, the other Avengers seemed interested in your presence and someone was walking towards you.

"Hello, my name is Steve Rogers.", he shook your hand "Thank you for the cooperation.", he acted a bit nervous himself, but you just smiled and introduced yourself too.

"Where's this code I'm here for?", you asked. A red-haired woman in a black suit came to you and gave you a piece of old-looking paper. "We tried to figure it out with countless programs, but nothing worked.", she had a slight russian accent, and looked you up and down.

You took the paper out of her hand and looked briefly at it "No wonder, I don't think any computer or even program was invented in the time this language was spoken, Ms Romanoff."

"Wait a moment, it's a language?", a man, Clint Barton, asked with crossed arms. "How could you figure that out so fast?", another one interfered, who had to be Sam Wilson. "The structure and signs in the text are similar to old-greek although it's way older. It might be an old japanese text, as there are still some people who can translate it. Give me an hour and you'll have a translation."

The group was starring at you with surprised looks, which made you a bit uncomfortable, so you looked over to your husband, searching for help. Thor came right next to you and requested the others to get out that you could concentrate. "Can we keep him?", Bucky mouthed to Thor, who rolled his eyes smilingly, but you felt very flattered as Thor had told you that the 'man with a metal arm' wasn't trusting people fastly.

"They already like you.", Thor commented, when everyone had gotten out of the room. "Looks like so... it's calming that I'm not the only one who is nervous." Your husband laughed a little and caressed your cheek. "I wish you good luck with the code.", you smirked "I don't need luck." Thor smirked back "Have fun." He kissed you softly and left the room too.

You weren't mad anymore. How could you? You loved him.

I found time a bit earlier! :D Hope you enjoy it, @marilynmonroefanfics

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