i still need to finish orange is the new black though

Ouija - (H/M)

A/N; SOOOOOOO
This turned out A LOT longer than @dont-run-up and I first intended, but hopefully, everyone enjoys! Leave some comments letting us know what you thought of Incubus!Yoongi~~

Genre; Horror with that good S M UT 

Length; long af- 9,800+ words

Kink(s); A sprinkle of Master/Pet, impact play, oral (giving and receiving), creampie, light bondage, etc.

Originally posted by taes-nose-mole

12:00 a.m.
The time blared on your friend, Hee Young’s, phone screen. “Come on Y/n,” She jeered, keeping that eager grin and puppy-dog look in her eyes as she gently grasped your biceps, swaying you from side to side. “I wanna play! It’s just a game-” She added, pointing towards the newly purchased Ouija board that sat on your coffee table. Just the sight of it rushed a wave of uneasiness over you.

Shaking your head, your brows furrowed slightly, “I don’t know-” You replied, as anxiety laced your words. “My grandma always told me to steer clear of them, they could allow things into your home and life.”

“Oh my gosh, you don’t really believe all that nonsense, do you?” She asked, giggling through her words while she began to open the board’s box. Unlike you, she was a full-blown skeptic; she wasn’t a believer in anything paranormal, so Ouija was just a game to her and nothing more than that.

God did you wish you could dismiss it the way she could.
Though you had never personally experienced anything ghost-wise, you knew plenty of people that had. “Ahh I do, but..” You began, sighing as you decided to give in despite your better judgment, “But I guess we can play, just for a little, at least.”

Heeyoung excitedly clapped while smiling like a dork as she lifted the onyx and pearl colored board and planchette out. “Don’t worry,” She sweetly said, recognizing the nervous expression that painted your face as she placed it onto the glass. “It’s just a game.”

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So Much More

Synopsis: You are a new and upcoming superstar and during an interview, you get asked questions about the one and only Harry Styles. 

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Dullahan Boyfriend

I was commissioned by @breedingomega to write a story of my choosing! So I finally got to write my dullahan story that’s been rattling around forever! I know you guys will all enjoy!

You’ve taken over the small shop your aunt used to own. She gave it to you when she retired, hoping to keep it in the family rather than sell it off. You’ve moved into the apartment above it and you’re getting used to the sleepy town you now call home.

Your shop is busy in the mornings. All you usual clientele get up at the crack of dawn. All the old people come in and buy their wares then leave. The rest of the day you’re rather bored. You go through the inventory of the shop. Read books on the shelves. You often find yourself staring listlessly out the window. The shop faces a decaying cemetery and the ruins of an abandoned church.

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Not My Jacket - Part 3 - S.P

Originally posted by howtoamuseacoolperson

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Part I, Part II , Part III

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You looked at sweet pea, eyes wide, he was still working on your neck.

“Good job joining the serpents. Your parents must be very proud” She drawled.

“What do you want?”

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SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader – Part 3

Originally posted by ohhseby

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A/N: Um don’t act like this gif doesn’t make you fucking weak cause I’m 100% shook. Also pls enjoy this part, still setting up everything before it gets really juicy 💖 (and it’s about to get really juicy)

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You woke up alone. You were about to rub your eyes until you realized you still had makeup on from last night. Instead, you sat up and allowed your body to wake up a little more. Dangling your legs off the side, you slipped off the bed. The plush carpeting welcomed your feet and you sleepily made your way to the kitchen. Upon entering, you saw Sebastian seated at the island, with a plate in front of him and a full glass of orange juice. There was another empty plate and a glass of orange juice beside him, which you assumed was for you.

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Roomie (M)

Originally posted by jjks

Summary: When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Turns out, living in the same apartment with this gorgeous man is a lot harder than you thought it’d be. He didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did you. It’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Gotta give the shoulders hyung some love.

When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Not only was he kind, he did his fair share of the housework, and he could cook. And cook well. His good looks didn’t hurt either.

… Except they did. And as the weeks went on and turned into months, you found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. It doesn’t help that it was the first time either of you had a roommate of the opposite sex. It led to situations where you’d walk out of the bathroom in only a towel, hair dripping wet, and he’d be in the living room watching a show, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

Or when he’d come back from a morning jog and be so sweaty that he’d strip his shirt off the moment he stepped in the apartment without thinking, just wanting to get the drenched fabric away from his body. And you’d be left in the kitchen trying not to have your breakfast dribbling down your chin. It was an automatic reaction, but both of you found your habits gradually changing as time went on.

Why couldn’t you have had an average looking roommate, or even a slightly above average one?

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And If It Ever Happened (No One Has To Know) ~ Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Because despite being stuck on a bus for a three hour long car ride to a youth conference with a bunch of other awesome hyperactive candy addicted teens, I’m bored and still lacking a life. Also, for SJ’s Submission Sunday. Because by the heck not?

Or: Thomas learns about colors, his jacket is explained, and (Y/N) makes plans.

Warnings: Brain aneurism, child coping mechanisms, arguing, car accidents, bad French and Irish (Google Translate, people, bc I know nothing) character death, mentions of suicide, depression, hospitalization, a couple people get punched, mentions of homosexual relationships (in case that makes you uncomfortable - sorry never gonna change it those two are too precious in my mind) also it’s my first imagine so it probably sucks (be warned!) but it will sort of get better (ish) towards the middle of the story (beginning is on the bad side of OK and I’m not sure about the ending.), probably insanely OOCish and Mary Sue/Gary Lue ish characters that tend to go with shit writing like mine, plus this is the first time I’ve written an imagine, and my writing was already sucky enough as it was, so take that how you will.

So have fun with that

Modern AU, feminine pronouns

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At four years old, Thomas Jefferson knew enough to know how to understand others, and what he understood was that all the boys on the block thought that pink or purple or any color reminiscent of them were for girls. (Except for red, because red is cool, like fire and blood and a knight’s horsehair plumes; and blue, because blue is cool, too, like ice and deep sea diving and the big, big sky that all those jets flew through that they were going to fly someday.)

He knew all the colors in the rainbow: red and orange and yellow and green and blue and purple, and black because that’s always what was between the other colors, and white because that was what was on either end of it in the shape of big, fluffy clouds.

Not pink.

Pink didn’t count, he thought.

At age six, his mother takes him to the local hardware store to look at paint samples, and he looks up at the giant wall with a gaping jaw as he takes in the impossible number of colors-within-colors. (Even pink.)

He sees some sort of grey splotch near the top of a yellow card, though, and doesn’t like it. He decides it doesn’t belong there.

“Mama, why is there another color on this one?”

She looks at him, brow risen in slight confusion, before she realized what his little finger is pointing to and chuckles.

She bends down real, real low, so they’re at the same eye level.

She’s tall, he thinks, not for the first time. I bet she could fight giants.

“Thomas,” she tells him, a small smile on her face and an amused twinkle in her eye. “This isn’t supposed to be another color. This is the name of the color. Like green is called green, and orange is called orange, but these ones are…,” she paused for a moment, mulling over the words as she tried to find a way to explain it to his young mind. “Different,” she finally settled. “They’re longer, and weirder.”

“Oh.”

“Like this one,” she took down a shade of light, light orange and yellow, that reminds him of when those very colors clash on the - the nex - neckt - nectarine. “They call it Brooklyn Skyrise.”

He frowned. That didn’t sound like a color.

If he looked at it, it was actually really nice.

“What’s Brooklyn?”

“It’s a city in New York, Thommy.”

He stared at it a little while longer before nodding his head firmly. “I’m going to live in New York,” he decided confidently.

His mother’s eyebrows rose.

“I’m sure you will, Thomas.”

(And if he didn’t have any idea where New York was, then he didn’t say anything.)

She then pulled down another one, a murky auburn, leaning more toward red, and he is reminded of leaves right before fall.

“Here’s another one. This one’s called Dragon’s Blood.”

His grin lit up his face. “Cool!”

He is seven when he finally meets her.

She is bold and she is brilliant and despite the fact that she is a girl, she seems to possibly be one of the only people in that class that he might actually like.

Besides James, of course.

He decides to save himself the humiliation and stick with becoming friends with James.

It’s okay, though.

He’s not the only one who’s noticed you.

It’s when you hit another boy that he finally gets the courage to talk to you, opposed to all the other boys who look upon you with both awe and fear, and scattered every time you came near.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” was the only answer he got back.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N). What about you?”

“I’m Thomas.”

“Cool.”

It was quiet for a little while.

“I saw that you punched that boy,” he informed her.

“Everyone saw it, dummy,” she shot back. “It was during recess.”

His face grew hot and he practically recoiled, not knowing at first what to say to that.

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anonymous asked:

could we get some shiro hc for when he's proposing to his s/o?? like what he's feeling, how he'll do it etc some fluffy feels are much appreciated

I’m crying rn bc I got to imagine Shiro proposing, thank you so much for this gift! Also, this is quite long because Shiro has a master plan and it involves everyone.

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Muse

Summary: In which you realize that perhaps all you needed to break your artistic block was the shy boy in the bomber jacket, who sought calm in the adventure and city lights.
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst; Artist AU 
Word Count: 8,269

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Seven days before.

This is supposed to be your work of art, your masterpiece, your piece for the showcase; something you have worked tirelessly on for minutes, hours, days on end. It’s bright and colorful, glowing exactly where it needs to be, yet it’s—!

“Not right,” You say, dropping your arm uselessly to your side, paintbrush dangling from in between your fingertips. Your teeth come out to gently nip at your lower lip; the anger, the frustration not building up like you expected it to. Instead, you feel rather numb, because the showcase is in less than a week and you still have absolutely nothing of satisfaction to display proudly to classmates, professors, or wanderers.

Besides you, your roommate lets out a gentle sigh of sympathy. “Maybe you’re just tired,” He says quietly. “You’ve been working on this nonstop for two weeks, I think you just have to step away from it for a day. You’ll have a new perspective of it tomorrow, and I’m sure you’ll love it then.”

You whirl around to face him, wearing a rather disgruntled look. “I don’t have time to step away from this, Jimin, the showcase is in a week and I hate this painting.” You want to slash black paint across the canvas to prove a point, but the look Jimin is wearing stops you from doing such a thing. You’ve always been slightly too reckless for your own good, anyways.

Jimin shrugs a little. “I think it looks fantastic, Y/N, you push yourself too hard.”

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In a heartbeat (Chapter 2)

A/N: OMG, you guys, I am literally startled. Thank you all so much for your positive and numerous feedback, I never thought this new project would be so well received. Enjoy the next chapter! ♥

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Now that I have more time, I want to talk about the new rumors and news that recently came out about the third season of Sense8. The other day a rumor was started in regards to the third season due to an interview with an executive producer who worked on the show - this rumor was a bit malicious.

The rumor determined that the series has been a huge investment for Netflix - especially the second season, which doubled compared to the first season’s expense at $ 9 million per episode - and that the audiences were not as good as other Netflix series - Jessica Jones, OITNB, Strangers Things - which also have big budgets.

It is also rumored that SOME of the protagonists of the series have not signed the new contract yet and that the absence of Lilly Wachowski affected the production because Lana was alone with the project.

Okay, this is all garbage.

JMS is one of the creators of the series so Lana is not alone - He said on twitter that nothing is known at this point, but said ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about the series renewal. It must be clarified that this rumor has been given by an EXECUTIVE PRODUCER of the series and that this can not be certain after only a few days since the premiere. And on the other hand, NETFLIX is who will make the decision on the subject anyways, not a producer as JMS has said:

Everything is uncertain at this point, and there are many factors that we did not consider before. Netflix expanded to Asia in 2016, and many viewers have recently watched season 1 of Sense8, which will create new viewers in Asia. The same effect can happen for all those new / old global subscribers - which increased to almost twice as much since the first season premiered in 2015.

On the other hand, it is possible that some actors have not signed the new agreement for several reasons. [Not confirmed 100%] We could know that Jamie, Tina, Toby and Miguel Angel all came together at the end of February to extended their contracts until June - So in June they will need to sign on for the new season if the second is a success. Brian, Max, Tuppence and Doona were not at that meeting. 

But Max was at the Berlin headquarters at the time, doing press for Sense8 and another project - and perhaps signing the agreement as well. 

The same could go for Doona - she could have signed at the Netflix headquarters in Asia. And we know she loves working with the Wachowski and has been training a lot in the gym - which is a good sign. It is true that we know nothing of Brian or Tuppence yet, but Brian recently said on twitter that he would be happy to do 20 seasons because he never wants it to end - so you can assume that he has signed on as well. Only Tuppence remains as the outstanding cast member, but she has been working hard and perhaps the lack of time has been a problem to be able to sign.

Personally I think that both during the shoot, and ever since production wrapped, that all of them have shown an extreme amount of love for the show. Everyone is fascinated with the project and I do not think any of them have any problems with renewing.

So what are the drawbacks? Time, for example. For instance, Miguel Angel had to ask for time off during production to return to Spain and record Velvet in it’s second season. They gave it to him without problem and adapted to his schedule. Doona also had to take some time off to do some work for Louis Vuitton. Another problem would be money, but I honestly do not think there are problems with that issue and they will come to an agreement if there is one. - So I think the subject of SCHEDULING is something that takes time to figure out, since they have to take into account so many things like nudity, action scenes, project time, recording time to combine with other projects, etc … Everything is still being decided.

About the rumor that the THIRD SEASON will be the last one is also LIE. The producer from this interview - who I think seems a little silly - speaks from his personal opinion as if it were a confirmed truth. JMS has said that has never determined the duration of a series before - That is, if they make the third season the last, he will make a final adaptation as the last season. The executive producer in the interview never even determined that they were five seasons planned, which JMS has said repeatedly. This tells us a lot, especially since the end of the second season left on a cliffhanger, we can assume that Netflix wants more Sense8.

It is true that Lana did not have her sister during Season 2, but we know from Miguel that Lilly has been very involved in the project and has supported Lana even though she has not participated in it. The reason she took time off in the first place was to go through her transition after she came out as a transgender woman. Her absence probably won’t be permanent, and she may come back for the possible renewal. Besides, Lana loves the series, the characters and her work, so I do not think that LANA was a reason for the third season to be the rumored last. By the way, LANA IS WRITING the new season - possibly finishing writing - which is fantastic news.

Now about the show’s RATINGS, I have been doing calculations. All are mere theoretical facts based on instagram accounts, followers and comparison with other series - Game of Thrones, Orange Is The New Black or House of Cards. I’ve had a lot of data taken into account to get these numbers, but I REPEAT, it’s all THEORY.

Based on different data, Sense8 has an average of 3.2 million viewers in the US per episode - and added 6.4% subscribers to Netflix. With this percentage I have added the rest of countries giving me a total of: 5 million viewers globally per episode - without regard to ASIA, since there is no exact data on this territory yet. So maybe we could be talking between 5.5 or 10 million viewers. Are they bad figures? Well since Jessica Jones has 4.8 million viewers per episode in the US, then this is not bad at all. Not the best, but not bad either.

All of this is a mere theoretical study. You have to take into account the data that I do not even have access to; like the opinions of each region, exact number of subscribers, advertising, improved product visualization, etc. … A prime example of what I’m talking about is in regards to MASTER OF NONE. In spite of the fact that in Spain it had a bad review - or had (the stars on Netflix disappeared) - it was still renewed. In the US it has been seen by 3.9 million people per episode and is considered a success. This shows that in each country a certain show works differently, In Brazil with fewer subscribers there are more viewings of Sense8 than the US.

On the other hand, Netflix releases all of the episodes at once, but this does not mean that everyone watches all of them at the same time. There are some people who take months to watch a series. A good example of that is the fourth season of OITNB. In its first month in the US it was only seen by 664 thousand people, yet now it is supposed to be one of the most watched series on Netflix.

To add onto the list of potential problems, THE DUBBED VOICES could be one. In Spain there is a protest going on at the moment, and the series is not being completely understood because the dubbing is in LATIN AMERICAN and not in SPANISH (Castillan). This is probably the main reason why the Spaniards will have to wait until the protests cease.

Finally, I do not like the idea that NETFLIX does not promote Sense8 as it does with other series. I don’t know why this happens. Maybe Sense8 takes care of its own advertising.

This budget is also influenced by the income of product placement. This is a form of advertising, where a brand appears incognito in the series as part of the plot. Examples: Fuchs team is Nike or Joong-Ki’s car is a Mercedes or the kind of Whiskey that Felix drinks. - That type of advertising is sometimes based on giving the product out for free, or at a lower price. There are even brands that pay for them to appear in the show. Sense8 has many expenses, but a lot of them are covered by this kind of advertising.

How about the renewal? For me all of the factors involved indicate that yes, we will have a third season. But we will probably have to wait a couple of months to find out. This month will be the observation of social media & reviews, in June the agreements and presentation of the project will be discussed, and in July we should get the official statement. Netflix has acted like this for other series as well, and I think this will not be the exception.

If you have more doubts like these, or about the plot, characters, or Kalagang … You can always ask me here: https://kalagangspain.tumblr.com/ask

Thank for all @ww-n-double-d you are my favorite american sensates!

highwarlockkareena  asked:

if they don't do 'mundane driving' think about magnus taking alec out for a spin for the first time in an open top sports car, or on a motorbike - something fast.

alec wasn’t sure what to expect, all he knew was that magnus was pleased about something. god he was pleased. he had that million dollar smirk tucked into the corner of his mouth that made alec’s heart thud just a little faster. alec had been able to taste how smug he was on his tongue when magnus kissed him awake.

but that had been the morning and it was a whole day without a single hint as to what magnus had up his sleeve. a whole 12 hours of remembering magnus’s grin and the way his eyes were glinting, without a word except for a short request.

“just be back here by, let’s say 7 o’clock?” each word was murmured into alec’s lips between more slow kisses, burnt into alec’s brain for the remainder of the day. he looked forward to the both of them being home every single night, but now there was this curiosity on top of it, tugging him back home.

of course the day went slower because of that. it decided to drag on for what felt like forever and he had tried multiple times, attempting to be sneaky in text messages for a hint at what they’d be doing. but he could hear magnus’s deep laugh in every word of his responses. it left him biting back a grin and shaking his head as he waited for the clock to count down.

finally though, finally he was able to leave. he got back to the loft in record time, faster than he ever had before, curious and confused considering magnus’s texts had dropped off a couple of hours ago when he seemed to get tired of alec trying to get information out of him.

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Lucida

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 5,130

Warnings: Angst, character death, depressing thoughts

A/N: Okay, this is my first piece of writing I’ve ever published. I’m not pretending to be amazing at writing so if you read it and you can think of anything I need to improve on, please tell me, I’d appreciate the feedback. I also need to say a massive thank you to @imlikepadfoot for giving me the little boost of encouragement I needed to post this. The title, Lucida, means the brightest star in a constellation, but it was a quick translation so it might be wrong. Anyway… hope you like it! :)

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Most of your time in Hogwarts was spent in the Astronomy Tower, looking at the stars. Despite already being surrounded by it, there was just something so much more magical about them than anything else that left you in awe. The idea that, you were a tiny detail in the never-ending wonder that was space. For you, that’s what the stars represented. Forever. Too many of them littered against the night sky, it would take a forever to count them all. Only a few people knew you came up here so often, and Sirius Black was one of them. Sirius Black, your best friend, who you had loved since your third year. Yet every week, he was kissing a new pair of lips. You had told yourself that he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, because you hadn’t told him you had loved him, but it didn’t make the pain any better. Although, on nights like these, when the full moon shone bright, white light and the stars were most visible, you laid on the floor, the cold breeze causing you to shiver. Complete silence but for your breathing surrounded you and you were reminded why you dealt with the pain; Sirius was out there now in his Animagi form, risking his life for his friend. Maybe, you’d just have to wait a little longer.


Early morning approached, and the cold winds became warmer. Unbeknown to you, Sirius had left the Shrieking Shack early, going to meet his best friend. The sun made the sky appear like it was aflame, the bright orange lighting the features of your peaceful face. Prodding you, Sirius tries to wake you up, though he has to do it a few times. Jolting, you spin around, looking for the cause of your disturbance. You shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Mornin’, Y/N/N.” Sirius chuckles. “Sleep well?”

“Oh yeah, just fab,” you glare at him but he only smiles. Your sarcasm was one of the main things he liked about you. You rub your eyes, attempting to wake yourself up more. The only thing Sirius notices is how cute you look when your face scrunches up and how your hair looks adorably wild that he has the urge to run his hands through it. So, he does. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the both of you. You would nearly always be up here, snoring softly, though you would never remember when you actually did fall asleep, and Sirius would join you, braiding your hair for you.  

“So, how’s Moony?” You ask after a while.  

“He’s okay. No new scars to report tonight.”  

“Good.”

When Sirius finishes plaiting your hair, he scoots over to you so you can both watch the sun rise together. Today however, there’s something more on both of your minds. You were both in your final year at Hogwarts, and with the N.E.W.T’s already completed, there wasn’t that much time left until you went home forever.

“We’ll stay together won’t we?” Sirius bursts out, breaking the silence. “I mean, you’ll visit everyday?”

“Of course, Pads.”  


‘Y/N,

Me and James are having a little party to celebrate Harry’s first Christmas. It starts at 5 and only a few people will be there. I know Pete, Remus, Marlene, Frank and Alice are definitely coming. Even Sirius will be there. We’d love it if you could come, it feels like we haven’t actually seen you in ages, what with all the stuff in the Order you’re doing. Let us know, anyway.  

Lots of Love,

Lily.’

You skim over the letter again, eyes lingering over ’Even Sirius will be there.’ Though you had never told Lily about your feelings towards Sirius, she managed to figure it out for herself. Unsurprising, really. Lily Potter was the cleverest witch you knew. When she told you on your last journey home on the Hogwarts Express, you became instantly anxious because, what if he found out? But she promised you that she wouldn’t tell anyone, not even James.

Now, you were debating on whether or not to go. Overall, the fact that you had been really busy with the Order recently, influenced your decision. You could do with a little break and you also felt bad for not keeping your promise to Sirius about visiting everyday. Shuffling over to your desk, you grab a piece of parchment and a quill.  

‘Lily,  

I would love to come. It’ll be nice to see you all again.

Love,

Y/N.’


Christmas Day finally arrived, and you were just finishing getting ready to apparate to the Potter’s household. You were wearing a dark red, knee length dress with natural makeup. Grabbing the presents you bought for everyone off the side, you close your eyes and picture their house. A sudden rushing feeling crashes over you and suddenly, you’re standing in front of the door to their house. You knock three times, and Lily opens the door, wrapping you in a tight hug once she sees your face smiling up at her.  

She doesn’t let go for a while, and when you try to escape her arms, she only holds on tighter. “Hiya to you too, Lils,” you giggle.

“Well aren’t you coming in?” Finally letting you go. “Unless of course, you want to stay outside in the snow?”  

Rolling your eyes at her, you step inside and close the door behind you, following Lily to the living room. Sat on the sofa, was James, laughing at a black dog, as Harry tried to grab its tail. You begin to join in the laughter, and the dog’s ears lift up. A second later, the dog transforms into Sirius, who has a mischievous smirk etched onto his face.  

“Why, hello. James, who’s this stranger?” He jokes.

“Sirius,” you laugh, “stop it! I haven’t seen you in weeks and you act as though you don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Sirius hesitates for a moment, pretending to think about who you were, before he grinned widely. “Y/N!” He shouts, lifting you up and twirling you round.  

“Woah, Sirius,” you exclaimed, playfully slapping his back. “Put me down!”

Reluctantly, Sirius lowers you down until your feet are firmly flat on the ground. However, as soon as you are, you go back for another hug, this time your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. “Missed you, Pads.”

Sirius smiles, but continues to play around with you. “I know…I missed me too.”

You instantly let go of him. “Sirius, you absolute git!”

Sirius and James break into laughter, and then there’s a knock on the door. Lily, and Marlene went upstairs to get the presents, Frank and Alice were in the kitchen preparing the food and James and Sirius were too busy having a laughing fit, so you were left to get the door.  

When you open it, Remus and Peter are stood there; Peter in a coat too big for him and Remus in his usually fluffy jumper. Smiling, you open the door wider and let them in. Peter smiles at you, but Remus goes to hug you. Remus and you were like brother and sister. At the end of the first year in Hogwarts, you had discovered his secret and had given hints to the other Marauders, knowing they wouldn’t abandon their friend. As you predicted, James, Sirius and Peter found a way to help his transformations; turning into Animagi. Remus, however, still needed someone to talk to, a job you happily accepted.

When you let go of each other, you both returned to the room where everyone was now talking and laughing, the Christmas spirit obviously high. You took a seat next to Sirius, watching as Harry opened his presents from all of you. James, you and Sirius were the only one’s drinking, and as the night went on, your proximity to Sirius only became closer.  

Everyone began to leave at around 11, Lily politely mentioning that Harry needed to sleep. You, however, stayed to help Sirius clean up.  

“No star gazing tonight then, Y/N?” Sirius asked.

Unable to stop yourself from smiling, you look up at him. “Of course. When do I not?”

His mouth opens and closes, as if he’s lingering on unspoken words, but he just shrugs and goes back to picking the wrapping paper off the floor.  

Sirius uttered his next words so quietly, that if even one person spoke, you wouldn’t have heard him. “Mind if I join you this time?”  

His eyes are already locked on yours, and butterflies erupt from your stomach. “Sure.” Perhaps it was just the drink talking, or maybe you would’ve accepted his offer anyway.

Taking Sirius by the hand, you dragged him to the back garden. Once you’ve summoned blankets to lay on, you tell Sirius to lay down. Not allowing the nerves to get the better of you, you lay next to him, head resting on his outstretched arm.

This felt so right to both you. You could hardly calm your rapidly beating heart, though he began talking to you about the stars, so you knew he mustn’t’ve noticed.

His head turns to face you, your hair tickling the side of his face. “See that one there?” He asks, pointing upwards towards a star.  

Following the direction in which he was pointing, you see a star, outshining all the others. You became quite confused as to how you’d never seen it before.

“That’s Sirius,” he noted.

Your attention turns back to Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, and you smile, snuggling in closer to the real Sirius.

Hours and hours, you both stayed like that, until you eventually fell asleep. When you woke up, you woke up alone. You were glad you hadn’t told him how you felt last night, as he obviously didn’t return the feelings. Still, you would fondly remember the previous night for the rest of your life.

It would be one of the only good nights you had in a long time.  


How? How could he have done such a terrible thing? Your best friend, seemingly loyal to a fault, had betrayed James and Lily. Your best friend, who cried when he ran away from home and was so full of love and kindness, had joined the Death Eaters. You didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was there. A picture of him from his cell in Azkaban flashed across the newspaper. His appearance was scruffy, and he looked completely deranged. If you looked long enough, you could almost hear his maniacal laughter leaving his lips. Again, you found yourself grateful that you had not told him your feelings towards him. You were sure now that he only would’ve used it to his advantage, manipulating you for information. Throwing the newspaper away into the fire, you sit down in your old armchair. You refused to remember him like that. No. To you, Sirius would always be your sarcastic, smirking best friend, and you would not know him any other way.

Hatred for the man you thought you knew spurred inside you. Four of your friends had been lost in one night. Three of them were dead, their blood on his hands. And the fourth was Sirius himself. Alive still, but not the same.  

You apparate to Godrics Hollow, and enchant a sign so people could write on it. You didn’t leave a message. There would be too many words and it would take up the entire sign. Instead, you went to the front door and left a single white lily. You don’t return to the Potter’s home after that.


12 years had passed agonisingly slowly, and you had not looked at the stars since that awful Halloween night. In fact, you rarely left the house at all. Remus was the only company you got now, though it wasn’t really much, he was suffering from the loss of all of his friends just as much as you were. Silences and sorrow was the only thing you could give one another, but it was enough. Only yesterday did he tell you that Albus Dumbledore had come to find him, offering him the place of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Happy that Remus finally had something he could look forward too, you encouraged him to take the job, with the condition that he’d write to you about Harry, and if Hogwarts had changed at all. And like that, Remus was gone, leaving you alone in the world once more.


Innocent. All this time you thought he had good as murdered three of your best friends and it turns out it’s Peter, who you mourned over for 12 years. You were ashamed. Ashamed that you had not trusted your best friend, as he would’ve done for you. Why would he ever forgive you, when you had left him in a cell to rot, alone with grief? How would you ever be deserving of the man who had been wrongly accused of a crime he didn’t commit. The answer was never. Never would you deserve Sirius Black.  But, you had to see him to apologise, consequences be damned.

Refusing to believe Sirius had returned to his old home, you checked all the places you could think of. But, Sirius had gone into hiding, and he had left no trace of him behind. As a last resort you tracked down Remus, who you heard had returned to his apartment.

When you get there, you knock on the door and it’s not two seconds before Remus lets you in. He must have been expecting you to visit.

“I don’t know where he’s gone, Y/N.”

You sigh. You should’ve expected as much. “Well, if you do hear from him you’ll let me know, won’t you?”

“You’ll be the first to know.”

With that, you leave Remus’ apartment and return to your own home, anxiously waiting for any news of Sirius Black.


He was always reckless. Being locked up in his old family home, which he detested, only made it worse. Throwing himself at every dangerous mission the Order offered, only to become more agitated when everyone denied it him. Unfortunately, with Lord Voldemort returning to power, you rarely had time to even see Sirius, and when you did it was to discuss tactics for the Order. During the meetings, when anything about Azkaban was mentioned, sometimes you swore you could see his face turn as white as a ghost, terror struck and eyes glazed over. Dazed, he often tried to play it off, but you were watching, and you knew. He was remembering his time there. 'I’m out now, Y/N, I don’t worry about it anymore.’ Obviously, you had seen right through his lie, having known him for so long. But if that’s what he needed to tell himself to help him get through whatever he was dealing with, you would gladly go along with it.  

Arthur, Molly and Lupin had joined you and Sirius at 12 Grimmauld Place after Christmas for tea. You were in the kitchen, in charge of preparing the food whilst everyone else was sat at the table, talking about Harry. Aside from getting visitors, hearing about his godson was one of the few things that genuinely made Sirius smile. He loved hearing tales of the boy, especially from Lupin. About how Lupin woke up on the train and thought he was James. Listening to how excellent he was in Defense Against the Dark Arts and how he always stuck up for his friends. Of course, Sirius had quickly found out just how much Harry was like James already, from his Quidditch ability to his apparent attraction to trouble. But Sirius was a convicted murderer, meaning he could never walk into Hogwarts and see it for himself. So, he always enjoyed learning about the stuff he could never find out for himself. Another reason you loved Sirius: his love for his family (his true family, not his prejudiced mother), was admirable.  

After everyone had finished their food, Arthur and Molly left, leaving only you, Sirius and Lupin. It reminded you of your time back in Hogwarts, when you and Lupin were in the library studying, only for Sirius to come up to you and inevitably drag you along to play some prank on Snape or Filch. Reminiscing the memories, you sat for an hour, laughing and drinking like your lives were normal again.  

Eventually, Lupin got up. “I’m er- I’m going to go clean up. I’ll come back soon.”

The two of you sat quietly for a while before you got an idea. When you rose from the sofa, Sirius gave you a questioning look. Darting your eyes to Sirius then to the door, you step outside and wait for him, knowing he got your message. Sure enough, two minutes later, you feel his presence. When you look back at him, your breath hitches. He’s stood with his legs crossed, and his elbow leaning on the door frame, almost carefree. For the first time in a long time, he looked like the Sirius you knew before. Shaking your head, you grab his hand and pull him forward.

“Lay down,” you whisper.  

Following your request, he lowers himself onto the ground, with you joining him.

“See that one there?” You say, pointing upwards towards the star, exactly as he had done before. Repeating it all made the memory seem real again, despite knowing every last detail of the already. “That’s Sirius.”  

He chuckles quietly, a look of awe etched upon his face. But he wasn’t looking at the star… he was looking at you. The one who had comforted him, and felt guilty for leaving him. The one who knew what to do when he broke down, just like you were doing now. His heart sank every time he thought about it because you deserved someone better than him, someone who wasn’t damaged on the inside and out.

Oblivious to Sirius’ piercing gaze, your attention stayed on the glittering night sky, only now aware of how much you had missed them. This was the most relaxed you had been in a long time, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you belonged here, in Sirius’s arms. Almost as if you were returning home.

Your eyes to flick up to meet his. “You see, the thing about Sirius is, is that it never notices how it makes the rest of the sky light up and it never knows it’s the brightest star in the sky. It forever thinks he’s not worth as much as the rest of them, but he couldn’t be more wrong.”

“He?” Asks Sirius.  

First you think you’ve fucked up and you tell yourself that he’s not going to want to talk to you anymore. Seconds feel like hours as the silence drags on… and on, and on. Until finally- “I didn’t know stars had genders.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, you shoot him a playful glare. “Oh, shove off, Black.”

Everything was okay, his playful demeanor proof of that. “Seriousl- no!” He groaned, realising what he’d said.  "Don’t laugh, I mean it!“ Though Sirius had already joined in with your snickering. He buried his face in his hands. “Ugh, that joke is so old, Y/N.”

“Old but funny,” you retort.  

He glares at you. “Y/N, I was trying to be sincere.” Giving your best 'listening’ expression, you motion for him to continue. “Anyway… I was just saying that I… I really do appreciate everything you do for me and it makes me the happiest person alive to be able to have you in my life.” Sirius had wanted to say so much more but for some reason he held back, afraid of what you might say.

Blood rises to your cheeks, thankful that it was dark out so he couldn’t see your blush. “You’ve been my best friend for years, Pads, it’s what I’m supposed to do.” Would he ever know how desperately you wanted to be more than friends? If it weren’t for the fact that he was a convicted murderer, Sirius could have any girl he wanted. And if he wasn’t, why would he choose you?

That was the problem with falling in love with your best friend: he would never see you as anything more. You ignore the sinking feeling you get in your heart and try to enjoy your time with Sirius. You’d have to return to the Ministry before long.  

All too soon, the night was over, you and Lupin left, and Sirius was alone once more.


Numb. That was the only word that could explain how you felt. Anger and sadness coursed through your veins, unsure of your own emotions. Because Sirius could not be dead. You would deny it until he came back. He would. He would come back.  

Remus had not left your company since he found you. He wasn’t even sure you had noticed his presence. He had learnt how you felt about Sirius soon after he got put in Azkaban, and though he himself was shocked and deserted by his best friend again, he knew you were in a worse state than he was. Positioned in a way so that you were half kneeling, half laying, your body shook as you cried and screamed.  

Somehow, you both felt agonising pain, and nothing all at once. You wanted it to end. You wanted him to come back and wrap his warm arms around you, soothing you and telling you that he was right there. But he wasn’t. There were arms around you though. But they felt different, not unfamiliar but not the ones you needed either. In the distance, you heard a voice call your name. It sounded far away, too far for you to care. The arms around you lifted you up, but you didn’t even feel your feet leave the floor. Suddenly, a realisation dawned on you, and you wanted to curl up into yourself, to be undisturbed by anyone ever again. It was your fault Sirius was dead. If only you had ignored Kingsley’s order. You should’ve gone down to the fight, you would’ve been able to save him. It was your fault.

Remus had picked you up now, though you were still shaking uncontrollably. You were muttering inaudibly, but he managed to catch a few words and phrases. “S-Sirius…” You sobbed. “…’m sorry. My faul- Sirius, please. Come b-back.” It almost broke Remus to see you like this, he was scared you might do something stupid, as grieving people often did. He was scared he’d end up with no one. There was nowhere to go except headquarters, a place he knew would not be even slightly comforting to either of you.  

You realised too late that your surroundings had changed and that you were no longer in the Ministry. Panic swept over you; you thought you had been taken by a Death Eater that had managed to escape. Luckily, when you look over your shoulder to glimpse the person carrying you, you see Remus. However, you were worried. What if Sirius came back and you weren’t there to help him? You begin to protest against Remus, clawing and reaching for something to hold onto that could release you from his grip. All rationality had left your brain, you were so desperate to return to Sirius, wherever he was, you forgot you had a wand.  

“Rem,” you croaked, your voice sore from the shouting. “Remus, put me down! Sirius. He might- we have to go b-back.”

He ignored you.

“REMUS! Listen to me! He’s not dead. He’s… he’s not.”  

Again, Remus acted as though you hadn’t even opened your mouth. You’d had enough.  

“REMUS JOHN LUPIN! Your best friend is in trouble, he is not dead! Don’t you care?-”

Immediately, you were dropped to the ground, Remus was looking at you with more anger in his eyes than you had ever seen. “OF COURSE I CARE, Y/N! BUT HE’S DEAD! DEAD, AND THERE’S NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO ABOUT IT!”

His chest is heaving, out of breath from shouting and releasing all of his anger and frustration. Frustration at the unfairness of the world, because why, why did it have to be the one person everyone cared about so much. You only must register the truth: Sirius wasn’t coming back. No matter if you returned to the Ministry or not. You both break down at the same time. Tears streaming down your face, you rush back to Remus’ side, hugging him so tightly so he couldn’t leave you.  

Your face is leaning on his shoulder, buried in his shabby coat, causing your cries to sound slightly muffled. “Moony, I- I’m so sorry. I cou- should’ve helped. It’s my fault he’s dead.”  

“No. It’s not, Y/N. It’s no ones. Not yours, not Harry’s. It’s Voldemort, Y/N. He’s caused all of this pain and loss, and there’s going to be so much more.”

Neither of you cared at that moment in time that you were in an open street, lit only by a far-off streetlamp, open for anyone to attack you. You just held on tighter to each other, scared that you’d lose the only connection to Sirius the both of you had left.  


Grimmauld Place echoed a lot. At least to you it did. Echoes of Sirius’ laughter and witty retorts. Echoes of the conversations the both of you shared. At first, you thought it was too much; to remember Sirius but not actually have him be there. Soon though, you began to seek the echoes. You were afraid you forget his bark-like laugh and what his voice sounded like when he had only just woken up. So, you had stayed shut up in Grimmauld Place since Lupin brought you here. Dumbledore came to tell you that Harry said he didn’t have an issue with it. He’d also told you that Sirius would be upset to see you like you were, but you didn’t really hear him.  

Needless to say, you hadn’t spoken to anyone since Remus brought you back here. When your feet finally decided to respond to your minds wishes, you went straight up to his room and hardly ever left his bed. Molly and Remus were the only people to come to you (Molly less often than Remus). It eerily reminded you of the time when Sirius was sent to Azkaban, and it was only Remus and you, left together to keep each other sane. Sometimes, you deluded yourself into thinking that is what had happened, and that soon, Sirius was going to burst through the door, declaring he’d escaped yet again. But no such thing ever happened, and you were forced back to the truth that the man you had loved for so long, was gone. That, was your biggest regret. You had never told him how you felt and even though you told yourself that you had reasons not to at the time, they all seemed insignificant now.  

Weeks went on like this. Molly eventually had to stop coming, too busy looking after her own kids, leaving only Remus to talk to you despite you never replying and bring you food which you hardly touched.  

With your resistance to do anything, you were certain that you were slowly going insane. Remus had just left, the door slamming shut. You decided to get up. There was nothing more that could hurt you, you had practically lost everything. Looking through Sirius’ belongings could not make your suffering any worse.  

How very wrong you were.  

You went through pictures, school books, records, clothes and objects from Hogwarts: magical and non-magical alike. There was a large Gryffindor banner which he had stolen from the common room after a party and a mobile with thestrals on, which you presumed used to hang over his crib when he was a baby. You did your best to return his room to a normal looking state (his room had become trashed when he left home, and he said he never had the effort to fix it).  

You understood why. Before the room even began to look tidy, it was already evening, and now you were organising everything, the moon had appeared and the stars were starting to appear.

Whilst you were making the bed, you lifted a pillow, from which an envelope lay underneath.  There was no name or address on the envelope, though it looked different from the rest of his possessions in the room. Everything else so far looked old, dusty or worn, whereas this… this looked new.  

Curious, you opened the letter and read it.

'Y/N Y/L/N,

I’m writing this on the night that we watched the stars together here. There was so much I wanted to say that night, Y/N. And you’re not here now, so this is so much easier to say but…

I love you. I have for a long time.

I really hope I actually gain the courage to give you this letter, but knowing me, it’ll probably just stay wherever I put it.  

You are the most amazing, kind, funny, accepting person I have ever met. And I’m lucky enough to have you as my best friend. But I’m selfish, Y/N. I want more with you but I know you deserve someone much better than me. That’s why I’ve never told you. But every day I see you, I come closer and closer to telling you, because no one else knows you like I do, Y/N/N. All your little quirks. I know not to even try talking to you when you’re reading your favourite book, I know you only have your hot chocolate with the white marshmallows in and I know how much you love the stars.

To me, you are impossible to comprehend in the most beautiful way because the things I love about you are never-ending.

I will forever cherish every second I get to spend with you.  

Sirius’

Eyes starting to water, you read it again and again, until you can’t bear to read it anymore. After everything, all the worry that your love was unrequited, and he said he had loved you.

Overcome with emotions, you run outside, back to where you watched the stars with him for the second time. You had never imagined coming to look at the stars ever again, you thought it would be too painful to have the good memories flooding back to you. Now, you couldn’t care less. You laid in the exact same spot as last time. If you closed your eyes, you could almost picture him lying beside you. Scanning the sky, you try and locate the brightest star in the sky. And with a pang in your heart, you noticed that Sirius shone a little brighter.

Surprises (Avengers x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by caps-bucky

(( gif not mine - it scares me slightly wth ))

(A/n): Broo, I have not written for Marvel in so long fuck

Request:  A Marvel request, this time: Reader is the youngest of the Avengers and they all see her as a little sister. She has written a fantasy novel and shyly asked Steve to read it. With her birthday approaching, Steve decides to illustrate her story while Tony sets everything in motion to publish it as soon as the Reader gives her Okay. On her birthday, they present her with a beautifully bound and illustrated copy of her novel. Thanks in advance!

Warnings: Fluff bois

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(Y/n)’s hair wasn’t made, but it still bugged her that Sam just had to go a ruffle it more.

“Morning, squirt.” the dark man chuckled “Thought of anything you want for your birthday yet?”

She mumbled something in reply, waddling to her spot at the large oval table. It’s dark stained wood easy for morning eyes.

“Sam sit’own, it’s time to eat!” Tony barked.

The avenger complied, forgetting about the girls lack of response, and claimed his chair across from Bucky and next to Steve. The rest of everyone else were already situated in their respective spots.

Eggs and bacon, waffles and orange juice were dished out. Idle words charmed the morning air between bites and swallows.

Something like this was common but never common enough. All of them had contradicting schedules so a sit down of this sort was highly valued. Even if when (Y/n)’s eyes glided across the table and could only see other sets of tired ones to match hers; they would always be paired with genuine, dopey morning smiles as well.

“Anything new with anyone?” Natasha asked generally, sipping her black coffee.

“There’s this publisher-” Tony uttered with his mouth stuffed full of bacon scraps “He’sh a real big fwan of Iron Man. Said if I evar haff any books I wan’ published, to call ‘em.”

“Oh, really?” Steve commented “That’s nice of him.”

“Sure was,” the brunette swallowed and laughed “but I don’t exactly have any raw manuscripts lying around in need of publishing.”

“I think I might actually tell him thanks but no thanks.” Tony finished with a swig of his juice.

“Well, I find it odd to offer a billionaire inventor a publishing job.” Bruce chimed.

He and Steve both stood to clear their plates, taking anyone else’s that asked.

“Umh, Steve?” (Y/n) spoke up. She gently rose herself from her chair, swiping her plate up with her.

“Hmm?” the soldier hummed in response.

He was manning the sink, stringing up a hand as the girl approached him; wanting her plate. Though Steve didn’t take a second to glance her way, the small team member still willingly gave up her plate.

“Do you mind coming up to my dorm after we clean up. Please?” (Y/n) asked.

Though a moment of silence, Steve did eventually agree.

❆   ❆   ❆

Soon after the first meal of the day was cleared, the two team mates met in the arranged location.

(Y/n) opened the door softly to allow Steve in, then just as gently, shut it behind him.

“I only wanted you up here to show you something small I’ve been working on.” she said, shuffling to her bedside table for a moment.

Steve bore confused eyes but had them complimented with a welcoming smile. He watched as (Y/n) took out a bound mess of papers, some splotched with inky dots.

“I ah- well I wrote a small novel. It’s a fantasy of sorts…” the girl trailed off.

Steve held out a hand to take the papers from (Y/n). She seemed hesitant before releasing them.

“You wrote all this?” He asked after flipping across some pages.

Steve saw her nod quaintly.

“I just- Tony was talking about the publisher,”

When (Y/n) began to speak, the soldier started to read some of the paragraphs.

“and that reminded me that I was going to show you this. I was going to do it sooner, but I didn’t want to waste any of your work time so I thought maybe now would be good…”

Her words fell short for a few moments before she finished with “That and.. I was never very confident in this story. I love it dearly but I don’t have much courage for it…”

“How long have you been writing this?” Steve questioned “I’m really impressed. You are seriously talented…”

The girl went silent for several seconds before replying with a small grin.

“You can take it with you to read fully, if you’d like.”

Steve smiled back down at her “Can I really?”

“Of course.”

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Later on in week, Steve was hauled up in his dorm, reading and re-reading the story. He absolutely loved the creative characters that (Y/n) was able to bring to life just by using words. The story plot itself was hypnotizing to him.

“Hey, hey, capcicle.” Tony called from behind Steve’s closed door “You alive?”

“Yeah, yeah come in.”

The brunette entered soundly and said “What have you been doing. You’ve been in here for like two weeks..?”

Steve looked up to the man at the door, eyes tracing his face briefly. Then it struck him, a small idea.

“Well I’ve been reading… this story that (Y/n) wrote.” He spoke softly.

Tony looked as though he was about to laugh.

“(Y/n) writes?” the billionaire scoffed “Sounds dumb.”

“Hey,” Steve hissed “she’s is actually intensely talented.”

Tony sighed from Steve’s retaliation and fummbled with his words for a few moments, studying at the others face.

His eyes squinted softly.

“What do you want from me?”

Steve grinned, a small glint in his eyes as the gears in his mind worked together.

“I’m glad you asked.”

The blond took away several minutes to explain to Tony what he wanted done. He chose his words cautiously, allowing all his excitement bleed through his statements.

He told the billionaire about how he desired to illustrate her work in full colour and how maybe this would be their chance at a birthday surprise.

After a while of listening to the soldier speak, Tony stopped him with a brisk shake of his palm.

“You want me to take up the deal with the publisher, and have (Y/n)’s novel published without her overall consent?”

Steve stood with square shoulders, slightly taken aback. He chanced his voice “Yep.”

The opposite male didn’t take the opportunity to hide his flashing smirk.

“Well then, you have yourself a deal.”

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The next half of the month was spent with Steve and Tony slyly avoiding (Y/n). Steve wasn’t himself a good liar, but he was still able to coax the young hero into letting him keep the book for a while longer.

(Y/n) was no doubt happy that someone took extensive interest in her works. But, even now she could tell that Steve was beating around the bush.

As of the current, the girl was trying to find Steve to maybe interrogate him.

“Oh hey, (Y/n)!” a voice pulled at her.

She came face to face with Tony.

“Hey, Tony.” (Y/n) smiled “do you happen to know where Steve is?”

Tony charmed the girl with a smile of his own “I sure do.” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, that’s good. Mind showing m–”

“Right this way, my dear.”

Tony had turned around and started walking down the corridor. (Y/n) abruptly followed him.

It wasn’t long before both their steps sunk through the space with nothing else opposing them.

“Wait, Tony- if you are leading me to a surprise party, it’s a little early.” the girl spoke wearily.

“Pff- I know your birthday is tomorrow. I’m not the stupid one.” Tony answered. He twisted himself into a sudden right turn, entering the lounge.

There stood a solid Captain America, he had a smile manipulating his features.

“Hey Steve!” Tony called in a bright tone “Fancy meeting you here.”

Steve and (Y/n) both chuckled and Tony stepped out of the way of the two.

The girl approached the blond male.

“Steve, do you happen to have my manuscript on you?” She asked, looking his directly in his face “You would probably be done reading it over by now…”

Steve’s smile broadened and Tony snickered soundly.

“Yeah sure, here.”

From behind his back, Steve produced a beautiful leather bound, printed copy of the small girl’s story. It made (Y/n)’s eyes widen in pure shock.

“I..”

(Y/n) read and re-read the title many times before she put together the piece that this was really her book. Her pride and joy in one official copy, just handed to her.

Not missing a beat, her swiped the book from the soldier’s hand and opened it wide. Immediately (Y/n) was clad with bright eyes as she viewed the images corresponding with everything she had put in words.

Two questions crossed her mind, and she gazed up at the two men before her.

“Is this mine?” she asked first.

Tony laughed and Steve did as well. Only briefly before both nodding.

“Is this.. is this published?” she questioned again. Her smiling lips framed her eyes that were hastily growing misty.

“Surprise.”

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(A/n):
I am glad I got this done gosh diddily darn

Helpless

 A/N: alrighty here we go. This is the first fic where I feel like the warnings were rally nescessary. I didn’t really proof read this so I hope its alright.It really sucks because I broke my flashdrive again (becuase I have the worst luck). Please send in some asks, suggestions, messages and comments.

Title: Helpless

Rating: Mature (because I am not sure)

Pairings: Thomas Jefferson x reader, reader x abusive!boyfriend

Warnings: violence, abuse, abusive relationship, sad topics, a bit depressing, cheating (if you like squint)

Wordcount: 1935

@mehrmonga


*Jefferson’s POV*

How often do you feel absolutely helpless? I don’t mean like ‘Oh I don’t know what to do?’, I mean like completely trembling and all your emotions and mixing together so much so that you have no idea how to react, feel, or think.

That’s how I felt when I looked at Y/N and noticed she had a black eye and split lip. She looked like she had been crying when she walked into the coffee shop. When she sat down she gave me a slight smile and began rambling about how clumsy she was. I knew it was a lie. I didn’t care about her fake story. I immediately cut her off by standing up.

“Stop Y/N, just stop. Please, sweet heart,” I told her as I grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the street to hail a cab. I looked at her and noticed the tears springing to her eyes again and I sighed. I yanked her hand and pulled her into my arms. She tensed and gripped my magenta jacket before openly sobbing into my arms. I felt my own tears spring into my eyes but held back remembering that this wasn’t about how I felt. The cab pulled up to the side of the street and I gently guided her into the back seat. I followed in immediately before wrapping my arms around her again as I told the guy my address.


*Y/N’s POV*

It was really warm in the cab and safe in Thomas’s arms as I felt us begin to move. I knew he was upset by the way his arms with taught around me in a secure embrace. Ryan had yelled at me again last night and I tried to avoid the confrontation as much as possible. But when Ryan wanted to fight there was no way to could get out of it. The tears finally stop streaming down my face and let my grip on Thomas’s jacket loosen. I turned my head to the side and rested gently on his chest as I focused on taking deep breathes. I looked out the front window and smiled as I watched the tall buildings blur past. I loved New York City, it was really busy and frantic just like myself. I frowned as I couldn’t help but notice the cloudy and windy weather matched my mood.

“I hope it rains,” I heard Thomas say next to me.

“Why? Isn’t it a bit depressing when the weather is like this?,” I question my face twisting into a scowl as I gripped his jacket again and wiggle into his side pushing my face back into his chest. I felt his hand gently move and rest on the small of my back while the other arm stayed up around my shoulders.

“Water is life. Therefore, rain kind of symbolizes new birth doesn’t it? Not to mention I love thunder. I know a lot of people hate it or are scared of it but the sound is so ethereal.” He said and I glanced up to notice his eyes staring out the window. The cloudy weather didn’t allow a lot of light through but the soft almost gray light seemed to outline his profile and make his look a lot older. He turned and looked down at me. He gently took his hand from the small of my back and brought it to my cheek. I felt his thumb gently stroke where the bruise rested right under my eye. “You put ice on it last night right darling?” he asked with concern shining in his eyes and his southern drawl coming out in full force. I gently nodded and looked down with shame etched on my features. I hated worrying him.

“We’re here.” The guy said from the front. Thomas temporarily unwrapped his arms and leaned forward, pulling out his wallet before handing over the fare. He opened the door and stepped out, making sure to grab my hand and pull with slightly more force than necessary. He was always demanding. I shook as the forceful wind made me stumble slightly and shiver. Thomas look back and frowned before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around me, blocking the wind and ushering me into the apartment complex. He got to his door and still refused to let me go and opened the door one handed. Once in the apartment he ordered me to the coach and began walking to the different rooms and collecting items with purpose.

I took the time to look around the apartment. I had been here multiple times, almost as much as my own house actually. I recalled walking in here the first time and being amazed at how warm and comfy it was. I had met him at his job where he worked as a consultant for a major political firm in the city. I had been asked to make a flower delivery for my part time job. I had strolled in with the cart of flowers and began setting them out as instructed when a man, namely Thomas, had asked if you needed any help considering his next conference didn’t start for another hour. I smiled and agreed. He began talking as her worked having no problem starting and maintaining a conversation with me. Anyone else in that position might have found him pushy but I just found him funny and confident. We had agreed to meet each other for coffee after that. I had developed a great friendship with him when he started inviting me over to hang out. I had developed a high opinion of him. I expected flat sofas and modern décor with monochrome for his apartment style but I was dead wrong.

I looked around the room as I threaded my hand into the red fur pillows that were on the plush black leather coach and looked to my feet and the plush purple carpet beneath them. Almost the entire apartment was paneled in a wood and Thomas has made sure that the mantel on which the TV sat was a cobble stone. It was extremely warm and homely with pictures of Thomas’s family and friends in Virginia hanging in the wall. I had asked him about his styling choices and he had responded with the fact that he wanted it to feel like home. I leaned back into the coach letting out a little huff as my back hit the coach. I looked over the lamp on the table and smiled. I had knocked over the previous lamp one time while dancing with Thomas and he had replaced it with a loud orange skinny lamp and purple lamp shade. It was so ugly but Thomas had fawned over the lamp and told me very sternly that if I broke it he would never allow me back in his apartment.

“Go change in the bathroom. I want you to be comfortable darling.” I heard Thomas say sternly. I was snapped out of my revere and there was Thomas standing in front of me and holding out a pair of his boxers and a sweat shirt. He shook the clothes in front of me when I didn’t move. I finally grabbed them and walked into the bathroom to change. I wasn’t sure about taking off my turtle neck. I shook as I pulled it over my head and looked into the mirror only to gasp when I noticed the ring of bruises from Ryan’s hands around my neck had darkened in color. I had been so panicked at the time it didn’t even hurt. I trailed my hands down my sides and let out a sigh. Thomas would see them and get upset. I felt better here though. I felt safer. Last night after Ryan screamed and hit in his drunken state he had locked the bedroom door and I just continued to cower in the corner and eventually got up to get ice and nurse my wounds. I hadn’t even changed my clothes this morning because Ryan was still locked in the bedroom. Tears sprung to my eye but I quickly got control of them and finished changing before summoning the courage to walk out into the family room again.

“MY GOD.” Thomas shouted and I looked up from my feet and flinched at his shocked expression.


*Thomas’s POV*

“MY GOD.” I shouted in shocked at the sight before me. Y/N had changed from her turtle neck and dark bruises surrounded her throat. I notice her flinch and immediately tried to restrain the anger that was surfacing. I would fucking kill her boyfriend. When I found out she had a boyfriend before I met her I had stopped making advances despite my feelings. I remember thinking that he must have been one hell of a man because he had the best girl in New York City. Now I knew that she deserved so much better. She deserved not to be hurt like this. I motioned for her to sit down next to me. She quietly walked over and sat up straight. It broke my heart to see her this tense around me.

“Your staying here.” I said with a neutral voice trying not to get emotional and show that I was serious. Her head snapped up and her eyes met mine.

“What?” she questioned slightly shaking.

“I am not letting you go back and be hurt by him. You’re moving in to the guest room and you’re going to be happy because so help me god if I ever have to see you like this again I might commit murder.” I said my voice straining towards the end. Her eyes widened but soon they watered and her lip quivered as she shook her head in acceptance. I immediately turned to jelly from the immense relief overcoming me and grabbed her arm to pull her to me. I laid back and she came with me having her head rest on my chest.

“Only because I love you.” She whispered as I reached for the remote. I tensed for a split second before looking over at her with wide eyes. She seemed nervous but too exhausted to care as she gave me a sheepish smile and looked at me with her eyes lazily half lidded. I immediately acted on instinct and grabbed her arm hoisting her up slightly higher and firmly pressed my lips against hers. She responded and threaded her hands into my hair. We pulled back with a huff and stared at each other minute before I push her head into the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I cradled her with a arm around her waist and the other hand stroking her hair. I took a deep breath.

“Rest darling. I love you too but you are exhausted and you are going to have a hard day tomorrow too with getting your stuff and telling him.” I felt her shake and immediately gripped her tighter. “But I will be there with you baby I promise nothing will hurt you alright?” She relaxed back into my arm and gave a tiny nod into my neck.

“I won’t need to be scared if you’re there.” I heard her whisper, almost to herself. I felt a small amount of pride fill me at her words.

“I am going to put on a movie and cook some food later alright?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“It doesn’t just sound perfect. I intend to make sure it is perfect darling.”

She glanced at me with a smile on her face and I no longer felt helpless.

Time *Requested* (Connor McDavid)

This was requested by @ortonsrevival who wanted a McDavid imagine with the prompt “Twins? We’re having twins??” Thank you so much for your patience!!

Requests are OPEN!

Warnings: None that I can think of

Up Next: Auston Matthews


“What’s it say? What’s it say?!” Connor McDavid, your husband of eight years was practically jumping up and down.

“Conn…it doesn’t come up for another four minutes. We just have to be patient.”

He groaned. “I just want us to have a baby so bad. We’ve been trying for almost a year.”

You looked down at your lap, “I know.” You whispered dejectedly.

“Aw, no Baby.” He knelt down and grabbed your hands, looking you in the eyes. “It’s not your fault. It just wasn’t time.”

“I just feel like such a failure.”

“You’re not a failure. Our time will come.” Almost as if the timer had heard his voice it went off. Signaling that it was time to check the test. “Come on, Baby. Let’s go see.”

You bit your lip and held his hand tightly as he led the way back to the bathroom. He picked up the test and flipped it over, holding it so you could both see the results.

One line.

Tears burst from your eyes as you were faced with yet another negative. Conner wrapped his arms around your shaking form and placed his head on top of yours.

“I don’t understand.” You sobbed. “I’m two months late. We’ve tried everything. What’s wrong with me??”

He hushed you, “It’s alright. It’ll happen. And there is nothing wrong with you. You are absolutely perfect in every way.”

You sniffled. “You have to say that. I’m your wife.”

“Yes, and I don’t let anyone talk bad about my wife. Even her.” You gave him a watery smile. “Now how about we go out to lunch at the little diner we both love and then come back here for a nap.”

‘Sounds good.”


A week later you were throwing up every morning and your period had still yet to show up. If Connor was home he would have dragged you to the doctor on day two, but he was on a 10 day road trip. You finally broke down and scheduled a doctor’s appointment after the eighth morning of puke…also the knowledge that Connor would be super angry if he came home and found out you’d been sick for over a week and hadn’t even gone to the doctor.

You gave one last sigh of defeat and then made the trudge through the rain to the door of the clinic. Keeping the same attitude, you slumped onto the hard plastic chair after signing in and sent a snap of your pouty face to Connor.

He texted you almost immediately. “Where are you?”

“Doc. Haven’t been feeling too well.”

“How long??” You knew he’d freak out. He was almost 2,000 miles away and you could feel his concern from here.

“Just a few days. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Call me when you’re done.” You sent a thumbs up and had just put your phone back in your pocket when the nurse called you back.

“Mrs. McDavid?” You stood up and followed her back. She quickly weighed and measured you before leading you to an examination room. “The doctor will be right in to see you, hun.”

A short while later a knock sounded. “Mrs. McDavid? I’m Dr. Roe. How are you feeling today?”

“Please, call me Y/N. And I feel kinda bluh. If that’s even an emotion.” You gave a small laugh. “I’ve been getting sick every morning, that’s why I finally broke down and scheduled an appointment.”

“Bluh is definitely an emotion,” She chuckled. “How long have you been getting sick? By which I assume you mean throwing up?”

“Yeah…and about eight days.” You admitted sheepishly.

“Eight?” Her eyebrows rose. “What does your husband have to say about that?”

“He’s on a work trip…he didn’t know I was here until I told him while sitting in the waiting room.”

“I see.” She looked down at her clipboard and then refocused. “So, let’s clear the most obvious choice out first. Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”

You gave a sad sigh. “I wish. I’m almost three months late, but I took a test over a week ago and it came back negative. We’ve been trying for a while, so we both hoping this would be it…”

“I understand.” She patted your knee sympathetically. “My husband and I tried for years before we had any success. Have you taken any tests since then?”

“No. I can’t bring myself to be crushed like that again.”

“Would you be willing to let me do an ultrasound? We have a machine in here…it would also help me eliminate some other possible causes if you aren’t pregnant.”

You bit your lip. “I guess.”

She gave you a smile. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing terrible. If you just want to lie back and raise your shirt, it’ll be done in a jiffy.”

You listened to her directions and then jumped when she placed what was basically cold jelly on your stomach.

“It’s a bit chilly.” You managed to bite back your sarcastic response. “Alright, let’s see what we have going on.” She moved the wand around and stopped almost immediately.

“What?” You demanded.

“I’d like to be the first to congratulate you.”

“On what?” …There was no way…

“Looks like you have a baby cooking in there. I’m going to call the technician in here, but if what I’m seeing is correct, I believe you have two cooking.”

“What?!” You shrieked. “But…the test said…” You trailed off as tears came to your eyes, blurring the screen.

“The tests aren’t 100% accurate. They’re usually pretty reliable, but every once in awhile, something like this happens.”

“I’m pregnant? Actually pregnant?” You were still shocked.

“Yep.” The voice of the technician came from your other side. You had failed to notice her even enter the room. “And the Dr. Roe was right, it’s twins. If I had to guess, I’d say you are almost out of your first trimester.”

“Which means your morning sickness should be ending soon,” Dr. Roe chimed in.

“I’m really pregnant?” Tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“You really are.” Dr. Roe produced a tissue out of basically nowhere and pressed it into your hand. “In six months they’ll be here. I’d like to get you started on prenatals and schedule another ultrasound for next week where I can give you an exact measurement…you can hear their hearts.”

“Can I have a picture to take home with me?”

She gave you a beaming smile, “Absolutely.” She gave you a strip of black and white images, with the babies circled in red. “Now let’s get you scheduled out front.”


10 minutes you were back in the car, still wiping tears of joy from your face. The pictures were clutched firmly in your hands when your phone started to ring. Connor’s face was displayed on the front.

“Yeah?”

“Y/N? Are you ok? You sound weird.”

You discreetly cleared your throat. “I’m fine. No, I’m wonderful.”

“Are you sure? What’d the doctor say?”

“I’m sure. She said I could expect to be finished with getting sick soon. That it should pass.”

“What about medication??” He demanded. “You’ve been throwing up and they just sent you on your way without any medicine?”

“Conn…she gave me some pills. It’s going to be fine.”

He sighed. “I’m just worried about you. I hate being away when I know you don’t feel well.”

“I know. But you’ll be back in two-days.”

“Are you picking me up?” He asked.

“I can’t. I’m scheduled until 6pm.” Lie. But you had plans. “I’ll be in my seat for the game, though.” Your seat was the front row seat right beside the Oilers bench. It was where you’d been sitting when he had first seen you and for your first year anniversary and every year since, he’d presented you with a season ticket for that very seat. It was once of his many superstitions.

“I’m counting on it. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You hung up with Connor and almost immediately called Leon, who you knew from snapchat was hanging out with Taylor Hall.

“Y/N?” He answered. “What’s going on?”

“I have a job for you. And you can’t tell Connor.” You quickly outlined what you need him to do. A fairly easy job.

“Call I tell Hallsy?”

“Yes. As long as nobody tells Connor. But you two are the only ones allowed to know. Comprendes?”

“Aye aye Cap’n.” You rolled your eyes and hung up. It was time to set your plan in motion…Connor was in for a big surprise when he got home.


Two days later you were seated firmly in your seat, a glittery sign held firmly in your hands. Leon had done his part and you were wearing your new custom jersey. Connor skated over and stopped in front of you, as he did every game. This time you hit the glass to get his attention. He glanced around at you and quickly scanned the sign you held up.

In alternating blue and orange letters it read, “Your starting lineup coming soon: Connor McDavid plus Baby One & Two.” Next to that was an enlarged picture of your ultrasound picture.

You watched his eyes read the sign. Widen and then read it again.

“Are you serious??” You heard him shout. Nodding, you bit your lip and then turned around so he could read your jersey. Instead of the usual McDavid it normally boasted, it had Mama McDavid printed instead.

Twins? We’re actually having twins?

“Yes!” By now, the two of you had captured the attention of basically everyone in the arena. The jumbotron displayed your face and the sign you were still holding up. Which means everyone got to see his wordless shout of joy and jump of victory. But the tears shining in his eyes were meant only for you.


The game ended with the Oilers coming out on top. Connor scoring two of the five goals…the irony of which was not lost on you. Thirty minutes later you had reached the hallway that led to the locker room. Normally it took about 10, but fans kept coming up to congratulate you…not that you minded.

You had just leaned against the wall when the door was flung open and Connor emerged. He sprinted over as soon as he saw you and wrapped you in a bone crushing hug.

“We’re going to be parents?” He sounded choked up and when you looked into his eyes, you saw the glistening there. He had wanted this just as much and for just as long as you.

“We really are. That’s what I found out at the doctors. They said the test was probably a dud. I have an appointment scheduled for next Tuesday so we can do another ultrasound.”

“I can’t wait!” He exclaimed. “I love you so much.” Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your stomach, though there was no evidence of a baby bump yet. “I love you guys, too. See you in a few months.”


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Lionhearted - part 3 - nessian fic

Summary: Nesta and Cassian go on their first date and try to figure out how they work when they aren’t expected to bicker all the time. Nesta has a candid conversation with Feyre about their mother. Later, as Nesta and Cassian are beginning to find a rhythm as a couple, an emergency interrupts their progress.

Notes: This is… going to be 5 parts now. Just an FYI. I don’t know how this happened. Thanks this time to @acourtofstarsanddreams for helping me figure out jobs and apartments, and @illyriantremors for helping me make their first date more awkward :D

Part one : Part two : Part three : Part four : AO3 for comments : this chapter rated T : tw brief mention of Feyre’s abuse

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When Nesta made this date, she wasn’t thinking clearly.

She considered canceling, considered calling and just saying that it was a mistake, no hard feelings, that she wasn’t ready to go out with anyone.

Instead, when she called Cassian the next day, she reminded him that she lived outside the city and that he would likely need to leave early to make it to her place on time. She still had that nagging question in the back of her mind and had considered backing out then. But the smooth, confident tone in his voice had done something to her doubts, and by the time Nesta had shoved her phone back into her pocket, they had decided on a restaurant and a time and he knew her address.

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Thanks Kitty - T’Challa x Reader

Okay y’all I been thinking of a prompt and I came up with this! Big thanks to @pocmarvelworks​ and @multi-fandom-fiction​ for being my inspiration! This is for you!


“T’Challa, taste these yams!” you ordered, holding out a spoon weighed down by sweet orange mush out to the King of Wakanda.  To many, he was just that - the Black Panther, King of Wakanda but to you? He was your sweet boyfriend.  “Mnandi, this is not necessary.  The food looks great,” He assured you.  “Okay, but does it taste great though?”  T’Challa sighed as you inched the spoon closer to his lips.  He let the spoon enter his lips, and you watched him as he tasted its content.  “Delicious,” he said decidedly, “It has a fantastic taste.”  

“Mhmm - bet you’d like to taste something else,” W’Kabi murmured as he took a quick sip of his wine.  T’Challa smacked him in the bad of his head as he and Okoye tried unsuccessfully to cover their laughs.  You would’ve laughed too, but you had other things on your mind.  “Did you two finish with the decorations?”  “Would we be sitting here if we didn’t?” Okoye responded as she rubbed the ears of Chaki, T’Challa’s pet panther, “(Y/N), you must relax.  This dinner is going to go off without a hitch.”  “Yes,” W’Kabi agreed, “Keep panicking like this and you’ll give yourself an ulcer.”  Chaki purred in agreement.  “I am not panicking.”  “Mhmm, sure,” W’Kabi said sarcastically.  “I think what W’Kabi and Okoye mean is that you are doing so well with the preparations.  What could go wrong under your supervision?” T’Challa amended.  You sighed as you let him wrap his arms around you and kiss your temple.  You knew he was right, but you still weren’t feeling confident enough.

It was the first dinner you were having with your family and T’Challa’s.  Your mother Janet, your grandmother Michelle, your younger sister Aisha and older brother John (along with his four old babygirl Tia) were visiting you in Wakanda for the first time.  They were annoyed at first, as you and T’Challa had to wed in secret due to the risk of assassination at a public wedding, but he did make the announcement a week later (after you had returned from a very steamy honeymoon).  At least your family was forgiving.  And you were so excited, yet so panicked.  Your family visiting your husband’s family in Wakanda for the first time? Wow.  Unfortunately, Bast loved to play tricks.  Your chef, Mumbazi, had gotten sick on the day your family were supposed to be flying in.  Luckily, you were a chef when T’Challa had met you, and old habits do die hard.  

“Okay, I’ve got the Turkey - John’s favorite, I’ve got the Collard Greens - mom’s favorite, I’ve got the yams - grandma’s favorite…wait, where is the Fufu?!”  “Right here,” T’Challa soothed bringing it to the dining table, “next to the Cranberry Sauce - Aisha’s favorite, I know.”  “Okay.  Is the hallway clean?”  “Yes my queen,” one of your other helpers around the palace, M’laka, answered.  “Okay, good!” You felt a lot better now.  “Just in time too, your family’s here,” Ayo called.  You swiftly rushed to the throne room, handing on of the other helpers your apron before they ran off to ready the rest of the food.  T’Challa followed you as you fluffed your puffy afro and straightened the wrinkles in your dress.

You walked into the throne room, looking fabulous and saw your family there with big smiles on your face.  T’Challa smiled as you happily hugged them and kissed them, it was nice for him to finally see you relaxed for the day.  Once your reunion had finally calmed down, Tia noticed Chaki staring at her with inquisitiveness.  “A kitty!” she shouted with joy running toward him with childish joy on her face.  Chaki backed up with distrust and Tia stopped, now sad that the animal didn’t like her.  “He’s just a bit defensive,” T’Challa assured her as he knelt down her level, “Panthers tend to run or bite when they get scared.  Don’t ever run up to one if you don’t know them, okay?”  Tia nodded.  “Good, now make a fist like this,” T’Challa said balling up his hand.  Tia did as he said.  “Good, now we’re going to let him sniff it okay?” “What does he do that?” Tia asked T’Challa as Chaki’s nose lined her fingers, trying to get a sniff.  “Well Panthers have a very strong sense of smell.  He can tell who is who by how they smell, and who he likes.”  Tia laughed as Chaki licked her fingers and purred at her touch.  T’Challa laughed, “See, isn’t he sweet?”  Tia nodded as the panther wrapped himself around her, his body still vibrating with purrs.  

“I see Tia’s met Chaki,” John spoke walking up to T’Challa, “And good too, she’s been wanting a cat.”  T’Challa smiled and the two got acquainted, “Nice to meet you, I am T’Challa, (Y/N)’s new husband.”  “So this is him huh?  He is as cute as you say.” “Aisha,” you chastised.  Your sister had a habit of having literally no filter.  “It’s alright love,” he said, shaking Aisha’s hand, “I have heard much about you too.  It is a pleasure to meet all of you!”  “Likewise,” Aisha said as servants came to take their luggage to their room, “And you got servants too? Damn!” “Oh lord,” your grandmother, Michelle sighed at her daughter’s language.  Tia and John just giggled.  You glared at your older brother, “Do not encourage her.”  Being your older brother, John just continued to snicker.  “Oh yeah,” Aisha said as she linked arms with your husband as you all walked into the palace, “Since we’re pretty much family now, let me all of (Y/N)’s most embarrassing stories.”  “Aisha!” You snapped, glad your melaninated skin was good at hiding your blushes.  “What? He’s your new boothang.  He needs to know.”  “Yes (Y/N),” T’Challa said with false innocence, “I need to know everything about you.”  You glared at the sneaky look he slipped you.  Oh you ain’t gettin’ no pussy for a goodass week, you thought.

Things were soon settled in, and now it was time for dinner.

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Everyone was soon sitting down in their assigned seats and eating, joyfully laughing and talking with on another.  It was pure harmony.  Your mother was talking with T’Challa, who - using his charms, swiftly wore down her anger over your not-wedding.  Your sister was flirting with W’Kabi, who returned it just fine.  And even your grandmother was getting along with Ramonda, both of whom were chatting about their lives.  Yeah, pure harmony.  Your mother, however, soon caught your niece paying a little too much attention to a certain panther.  “Tia, stop playin’ with Chaki and eat ya’ food,” she chastised.  “Sorry grandma,” she apologized, getting couple more rubs in before she and Chaki dug back into their food.

Everyone dismissed it as a child being a child and laughed it off, going back to their food.  However, things swiftly took a turn for the worst.  

Buzz…buzz…

Aw shit, you thought catching sight of an unusually large yellowjacket swirling near one of the light, 3….2…1…and…  

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”  Everyone was startled by Tia’s screaming.  John swiftly tried to calm her down as she buried herself deep in his arms.  Chaki growled at the flying insect that brought discontent and fear to his new friend.  T’Challa whistled, catching his pet’s attention, “Chaki! Fetch!”  The panther glared back at the bee before readying himself in his seat.  Once ready, he sprung through the air, catching the bee in his paws, and narrowly missing the light before gracefully landing on all fours.  He beat the insect to death, crushing it over and over with his heavy black paws, giving it one last deafening roar for good measure.  Chaki slowly turned back to us.  I feared the reaction my family would have, but it turns out I was worrying for nothing when they broke out in rousing cheers and applause, followed by the rest of the table.  

“Yay Chaki!” Tia cheered as the panther in praise smugly sauntered back to his seat.  “That is a very impressive panther you’ve got there!” Your mother noticed.  “Oh he doesn’t need me,” T’CHalla spoke, connecting eyes with Chaki, “He does it all on his own.”  Chaki gave a sweet grumble T’Challa’s words.  “Thanks Kitty,” Tia mumbled, kissing Chaki’s nose, making everyone ‘aww’ at the sweetness.  Yeah, you thought, taking a sip of your wine, Thanks Kitty.  


AND that is all folks!  Once again,@pocmarvelworks and @multi-fandom-fiction​, I hope you both especially like this!  I was SEVERELY inspired by the two of you!  Please, please enjoy!  AND PLEASE SHARE AND REBLOG!  I wanna see what other people think!