open window man

past lives

i. man lives alone with camera and open
window. man photographs everything: open
window, steam, a glass of water, the dark
spaces between the trees. man takes
camera and shard of glass into the trees
and doesn’t come back for a year.

ii. farmhouse and the dog outside of it. the 
hay makes my legs itch but i do this,
still. the ax handle blisters my hands but
i do this, still. splinters under my fingernails
i pick out with teeth. the dog barks into the
field at night but we’re all too scared to look. 
the field is flat in the morning and we hold our
shoulders up like chopping wood.

iii. ran until legs couldn’t anymore. nothing
belongs to us - we all belong to each other.
the football field was dark and then it wasn’t
anymore. the fire was a mouth. the score 
was zero to nothing and my hands were
shaking. your mouth was a breeze over a lit 
candle.

iv. i let the water come up to my ankles while
you cast your line. i let the water come up to
my knees. my jeans are wet and my heels 
sting. i let the water come up to my belly and
don’t say anything until your line reaches
me. it tangles my ankles and pulls them 
together. i let the water come over my head.

v. i was the thing at the tree-line. a little wild
and trying not to be, talking about a change 
and the way the moon comes through the 
clouds like a spotlight. my teeth are so sharp
tonight. i can hear the wolves and 
understand them.

Cherry Bomb (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: This is dedicated to the marvelous @ballerinafairyprincess for requesting this super awesome idea a couple days ago! ❤ I had so much fun writing this!! I’m super jealous I didn’t come up with this! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤ 

Request: Hi darling! Can I make a request please? Can you do a Bucky x Reader where they go for milkshakes and she shows him how she can tie the cherry stem into a knot in her mouth (something he has never seen before). And it goes from fluff to smut just like that? 😊 

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic sex. Semi-public sex. Fluffiness. Bucky’s just having a good time.

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Best Friends || Peter Parker Imagine

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Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234

ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx

A/N:I tried my best

Originally posted by dailytomholland

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Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.

She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.

“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.

“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.

“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.

“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.

The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.

“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.

“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.

Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too ‘much homework’.

“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.

-

Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.

“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.

Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.

-

“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see.“Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.

"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.

Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.

Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.

-

Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.

About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.

“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.

Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head.  "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.

The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.

“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.

“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.

“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.

Under The Mask (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for the support for the first part of Under The Mask! Here’s part 2 as requested :)

Summary: Don’t fall in love. That’s what you told yourself when Spider-Man knocked on your window and asked if you had any band-aids. Don’t. Fall. In. Love. But then he kept coming back, and you knew it was utterly crazy, but you were falling in love with a superhero and you didn’t even know who was behind the mask.

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the gifs I use

Part 1

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The world around you was fuzzy as you tried your hardest to stay awake during your math class. Your teacher droned on about derivatives and anti-derivatives, but you couldn’t focus. The room was quiet and warm making the perfect combination for a nap. 

Your eyelids felt like lead and you struggled to keep them open. You rested your cheek on your hand and kept blinking to keep yourself from falling asleep. 

After Spider-Man left your room you weren’t able to sleep. Your heart hammered against your chest as you laid in your bed and tried your hardest to erase the way you thought about the hero. 

But you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he sent shivers down your spine or the way your breath became hitched in your throat. He had this effect on you that you couldn’t forget about and you barely got an hour of sleep because of it. 

The bell rang and you stood from your desk and entered the hallway, relieved that you could leave your math class. 

As you were walking down the hallway, Peter and Ned approached you. Ned had a smile on his face, but Peter looked as though he just woke up from a nap of his own. His eyes were tired and he smiled halfheartedly at you as you got closer. 

“Hey (Y/N),” Ned greeted. 

“Hey guys,” you said with a small smile. 

“How was your chemistry test?” Ned asked. 

You glanced at Peter, hoping he would see the hurt in your eyes. You really needed his help last night, but at the same time, if you hadn’t been up so late, you wouldn’t have met Spider-Man. At least you had that good memory from Peter ditching you. 

“It was fine,” you mumbled as you looked down at your feet.

Before either Peter or Ned could say anything else, the bell rang and you parted ways as you went to your separate classes. As you walked away from your friends, you glanced over the shoulder and met Peter’s eyes. He raised his eyebrows, but you turned away before you could let him see the pain behind your eyes. 

When you turned the corner, Peter sighed, turned around, and began walking to his class, dodging the backpacks and students that littered the hallway. He knew you were mad at him, but he knew he couldn’t tell you why he was leaving so often. He had to keep you safe. 


After school you stopped by your locker to grab your jacket and a few books. When you shut the door, you spotted Peter walking over to you. Anger swelled in your heart and you turned on your heel before you let yourself snap at Peter. 

“(Y/N),” you heard him call. 

You ignored him and kept walking, skipping down the steps of the school and heading into the street. 

“(Y/N)! Wait!” Peter called out. 

He raced over to you, and touched your shoulder, stopping you from walking away and turning you around. 

“What?” you spat.

Peter was taken aback by the sudden hostility in your voice. Guilt pierced your heart, and you knew you were being too harsh on him, but you just missed your friend and you wanted him back. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you last night,” Peter sighed. “It’s just-”

“You had the Stark Internship,” you grumbled. “I know.”

Peter pursed his lips together and glanced at the ground. A gentle autumn breeze pushed back a few wisps of your hair and ruffled Peter’s. 

“I’m happy for you, Peter. I am. But clearly your priorities lie somewhere else, and I’m not one of them,” you said sadly. 

“No, no that’s not true at all,” Peter sighed. “You’re one of my biggest priorities, and-”

“And what?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“And, I just care about you so much,” Peter continued. “I feel terrible for not being around as much as I used to, but Mr. Stark is relying on me.”

You didn’t want to fight with him, so you nodded, but you were saddened by his words. Tears stung your eyes and you looked down at your feet. 

“I gotta go,” you whispered.

“(Y/N),” Peter said sadly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sor-”

“I know,” you sighed as you looked up at him. You forced a small smile so that he wouldn’t see your tears and you looked away quickly because you didn’t know how long you could keep yourself from bursting into tears.

“Don’t go,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. 

“I would say the same to you every time you have to leave for your internship,” you grumbled. “But you always do.”

You turned on your heel and walked away before the tears spilled from your eyes. They ran down your cheeks, but you angrily wiped them away. 

Peter stared at you as you walked down the street, his heart breaking with each step you took. He had to fix this. 


You tossed your backpack on the floor of your bedroom and sat on your bed. You rested your head in your hands and took a shaky sigh. You didn’t know what to think anymore and you didn’t know if Peter really did care about you as much as he said. 

You wanted to believe him, but he was always leaving. How could he say you were one of his priorities when-

Suddenly, there was a tap at your window, breaking you out of your thoughts immediately. You looked up in surprise to see the red and blue spandex-clad superhero sticking to the side of your house. 

You rushed over and opened the window, letting Spider-Man poke his head through the window. 

“Spider-Man?” you gasped. “What are you doing here?” 

“You looked like you needed a friend,” he said. 

You stepped to the side and let him in, closing the window behind him. When you turned around, you looked at Spider-Man and almost instantly your heart began to pound against your chest. 

“I’m fine, really,” you assured him as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“You don’t seem fine,” Spider-Man said. He took a few steps towards you and lifted a gloved hand, wiping away the tear stains on your cheeks. You almost melted into his touch, and you let out a sigh.

“It’s just my friend Peter,” you mumbled. “I don’t think he wants to be my friend anymore.”

Spider-Man cocked his head to the side. “Why?”

“He’s always leaving and he never wants to hang out with me anymore. I know he has this internship that he cares about, but it’s like he only cares about it.” 

You knew you were ranting, but you had so many emotions bottled up that you were ready to spill them and Spider-Man was the one who happened to be here. Spider-Man was here but Peter wasn’t. 

“I’m sure he doesn’t only care about the internship,” Spider-Man said. 

You chuckled bitterly. “That’s why he never talks to me anymore.”

“(Y/N),” Spider-Man said gently. You looked up at him and he raised his hand to caress your cheek. “He’s missing out.”

A blush spread throughout your cheeks. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

Your heart was beating so quickly that you couldn’t find your breath, but you turned away from the superhero.

“And to make matters worse, I think he’s going to leave me for his crush. She’s the perfect, gorgeous girl, and he’s always gushing over her,” you sighed, thinking of all the times Peter ignored you at lunch to stare at Liz. You had your back to Spider-Man and you ran your fingers angrily through your hair. “It just hurts when the person you care about the most in the entire world can’t even spare you the time of day!” 

“(Y/N)-”

“And I know I’m falling for him, I wish I wasn’t, but I am and he makes me feel like I can’t breathe and I just wanted him to look at me the same way he looks at her, but it’ll never happen.”

“(Y/N)-”

“He’s my best friend in the whole world and I’m losing him to Tony Stark and Liz and he doesn’t even text me anymore-”

“(Y/N!)” 

You turned with tears in your eyes and looked at Spider-Man incredulously. You blinked away the tears and gasped. 

He had ripped off his mask. 

Peter stood in front of you, his eyes looked glassy and his cheeks were flushed. 

You were at a loss for words. It was as if your body had shut down and you couldn’t even think straight. So many thoughts were running through your head that you couldn’t even fathom the truth that Peter Parker, your best friend, was Spider-Man. 

“Say something,” he choked out, his voice cracking slightly. 

“I-…I don’t…what?” you gasped. 

Peter dropped his mask to the ground and took a few steps towards you before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest. You stared up at him, finally able to see the face that was hiding under the mask. You rested your hands on his chest and you began to put together all of the signs that Peter was in fact Spider-Man. 

No wonder he was always leaving, and he was constantly being pulled out of school for the “Stark Internship”. It made sense as to why he could never hang out. He was always saving someone. 

“I wanted to tell you sooner,” he sighed. “But I was worried for your safety. If anything happened to you because of me…I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself.”

“You….Spider-Man,” you couldn’t form full sentences. 

“I hated leaving you. I hated not responding to your texts. I missed you so much, (Y/N), but I needed to protect you,” he continued. 

“I…”

“Are you mad?”

You wanted to laugh. Were you mad? You couldn’t even think straight let alone decide if you were mad or not. 

“I just…I don’t-”

Suddenly you thought about the previous night and how you shared an intimate moment with the superhero. Now it dawned on you that that hero was Peter. 

That meant that Peter thought you were beautiful…Peter had caused your heart to melt and Peter had caressed your cheek in a way that made you feel like everything was suddenly alive in your body. You wanted to feel that way forever, and you realized now that it was Peter who made you feel this way.

Peter also just heard you admit your feelings for him. 

“You heard all that,” you pointed out. 

Peter’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t pull away. He held you like you were the most important thing in the world, and you wanted to melt in his arms. 

“I did,” he confirmed. “But…I don’t want Liz, (Y/N). I want you. It’s always been you.”

“Really?” you gasped, feeling your heart hammer against your rib cage. You could have been dreaming if Peter didn’t feel so real. 

“Really,” he whispered, lowering his head slightly. He cupped your cheek, and before you knew it, your lips were on his, and suddenly the world melted away from you and it was only the two of you. The kiss was short and sweet, but his lips tasted like candy and you knew then and there that you wanted to feel this way forever. 

When the kiss ended, Peter rested his forehead on yours.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” you said with a small smile as you hit his arm playfully. 

Peter chuckled. “I know. But I think it was worth it. Don’t you?”

“Definitely worth it.”

You leaned up and connected your lips to his once more. 

If you had to picture anyone under that Spider-Man mask, you were beyond happy to know that it was Peter. 

You could stay in this position forever if you could, and it only prompted you to pull him closer, never wanting to let go. You felt silly for ever thinking Peter would leave you, and you knew now that you had no reason to doubt his intentions. 

“It’s always been you,” he repeated in your ear. 

You smiled and closed your eyes, resting your head on his chest.

Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader- What Do You Mean? (Part 3)

You sat in the bathroom of the shared bedroom of you and Damian, biting at your already short nails. It has been over five years since your feelings for each other were confessed, but you knew that this was too soon. You weren’t even married yet, and you might be wrong, but having a child at this age is problematic. You are supposed to join your father on patrol, kick some ass, and return home to patch up and go to sleep. Damian has almost finished preparing to take on the responsibility of Batman, but what would having a kid cause? Would you have it and give up vigilantism? Will you have to live in constant fear of the child losing his or her father? You knew that this would be a big change. Alfred and Dick would be ecstatic for sure. You really didn’t know what to expect from Bruce and Tim, but you were afraid of what your dad would do. You hope that he wouldn’t grab the nearest gun and point it to Damian’s face, but that is the most logical option. Would it be best to tell Damian first, or go to your dad and get some advice that might help? You went with the feeling in your gut and walked out of the bathroom, hoping that no one in the family will be killed as soon as you announce the news.


———————


You quickly unlocked the door to your father’s apartment and attempted to tame your nerves. Sure, you told your dad that he could get his shotgun if Damian pissed you off. With the upcoming hormones coming up, that would be pretty easy.


“Hey, (Y/N/N),” Roy said while walking past you with a huge box of parts.


“Hi dad number two,” you joked. “Where’s dad number one?”


Roy laughed, “He’s still sleeping. I highly encourage you to not wake him up, especially with that new whip cream I bought last night.”


You smiled and walked over to the fridge and opened it. As Roy had said, a few cans of whip cream were calling your name. You pulled off the plastic and squirted some in your mouth before walking silently towards your father’s room. You cautiously opened the door and creeped over to your father’s side of the bed. You smiled maliciously before raising the can to his face.


“Put that on me and you won’t be invited for the next movie night,” your dad mumbled and pulled the blanket over his head.


“Fine,” you said while jumping over him onto the bed. “When did you become such a Richard?”


He chuckled, “When I got home from patrol last night, which was two in the morning. Where were you last night?”


“That’s what I came here to tell you about,” you stated nervously.


“What is it?”


“I may or may not be pregnant…..”


“What do you mean ‘may or may not be pregnant’? You’re either pregnant or you’re not. So are you?” Jason asked while sitting up.


You nodded and waited for him to start cussing up a storm and threaten Damian, but he didn’t say a word. You looked over to him and saw that he was still processing the information.


“I’m going to be a grandpa?”


You laughed and nodded again. He smiled and flung the blanket off of him. The bedroom door was ripped open and Jason’s shouts echoed throughout his apartment.


“I’m going to be a grandpa!!”


You laughed at his reaction and got out of his bed. Once you exited the room, Jason pulled you into a bear hug. Roy later joined said hug, but totally denies it. After your excited dad calmed down, he made pancakes and joined you at the couch. Harry Potter played in the background as the two of you continued your conversation.


“Does the demon know yet?”


You sighed, “Not yet. I decided that telling you first would be beneficial and you could give me some advise on how to tell him that I am pregnant and I will become a hormonal psycho in a few months.”


Jason chuckled, “Glad to know that I’m still your number one.”


“You’re my number one dad, but Roy is the pretty close number two,” you said.


“Hey! I’m hurt!” Roy shouted from the kitchen.


Jason laughed lightly, “I am the one who got a punch and kick from you the first time we met.”


“But who’s the one who grabbed her and prevented a kid from beating your ass?” Roy asked.


“Shut it, Roy!”


———————-


You climbed up the fire escape silently, hoping that your growling stomach won’t bring any attention to yourself. You looked in the windows to see if anyone wasn’t home and found two, but the first was locked. Deciding the obvious, you creeped over to the open window and slid it open cautiously. Once the window was open, you entered the dark and empty apartment. You quietly and quickly walked to the cabinets and searched for any cans that you could take with you. When you stuffed a couple cans in your bag, you opened the fridge slowly and searched for a quick snack you could eat on your way out.


“Roy, you better not eat the rest of that pie,” a tired male voice stated.


You froze and peeked over the end of the fridge door. A huge shirtless man was staring at you with wide eyes. You dropped the food you were holding and ran for the open window, but the man grabbed one of the straps on your bag and stopped you.


“Kid, wait a-”


You punched him in the face and watched as he staggered back a few steps. A shocked look appeared on his face, but was replaced with pain when you kicked him in the stomach for good measure. You turned back to the window, but you were stopped once again when a pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you up. You thrashed around and tried to head butt and kick the person holding you, but it was all for nothing.


“I’m gone for thirty minutes and you get your ass kicked by a kid,” the person holding you, a man, laughed.


“She caught me by surprise,” the man you kicked wheezed out.


You continued to squirm in the man’s grip until the man you kicked held out the wrapped sandwich you were holding earlier.


“You can have it, but you have to promise to stop with the ninja shit and sit down,” he bargained.


You stared at him and nodded. The man put you down and you quickly snagged the sandwich from the man’s hand and sat down at the table that was a couple feet away from them. You quickly ate the sandwich while you watched them whisper about something which was definitely you. The black-haired man you punched walked over to the fridge and pulled out a slice of pie. He walked over to the table and slid the pie in front of you.


“How long have you been living on the streets?” he asked in a calm tone.


“About two years,” you mumbled while pulling the pie closer to you.


“My name is Jason,” he said while gesturing himself and pointed to the red-haired man, “and that’s Roy.”


You glanced at Roy and returned your attention to Jason.


“Would you like to stay here for awhile? You could have food and shelter if you stayed.”


“You’re not gonna send me to the hell house?” you asked with confusion written all over your face.


Roy laughed and Jason smiled.


“No, we just don’t want you to be on the streets.”


You smiled and nodded. You finally had a home again.


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After visiting your dad, he insisted on driving you back to the manor. You couldn’t win that argument with that stubborn ass, so you sat in the passenger seat and discussed some possibilities for baby names.


“We are not naming it after a band,” you stated, “or after Roy’s weapon of choice.”


“What? Led Zeppelin is an awesome band, but I definitely disagree with Roy’s choice.”


“I really thought you were going to pull out the shotgun when I told you,” you confessed.


“Doesn’t mean I didn’t bring it,” he smiled.


“Dad!”


“I didn’t say I was going to use it!” he reassured you.


“You better not do anything to make me regret telling you first,” you told him and exited the parked car.


You walked up to the door and unlocked it, knowing that Alfred is somewhere cleaning. Noises could be heard from the kitchen, and you could make out the voices of Dick and Damian. You gave your dad a questioning look when the sound of glass breaking interrupted their argument. He pulled you behind him and walked to the kitchen, where Dick was squeezing the life out of Damian.


“What the hell are you doing to Damian, Dickhead?” you asked Dick while prying his arms off of Damian.


“Well, Dami came in here asking for some advice about- oof!”


Damian elbowed his stomach, which caused Dick to back away from him and clutch his stomach.


“It is not your place to reveal that information, Grayson. What are you doing here, Todd?”


“Dropping off my daughter,” he responded.


“Damian, I have something to tell you, but I’d prefer to tell you alone,” you stated and tugged on Damian’s hand.


Damian followed you to the living room until you stopped.


“I’m pregnant,” you blurted.


Damian’s eyes widened and a smile appeared on his face, “This is wonderful news, Beloved!”


You smiled at his reaction and pulled him in for a hug. It was relieving that Damian wanted this, and that you will have his support.


“I’M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!!!”

Taehyung AU- A Creature Lurking (Pt.2)

Where there is a house, there is a person living. When the person is alone, nature is their greatest threat.


“Where have you been?” Yoongi asked with his brows furrowed at Taehyung’s late return. The younger wolf, however, didn’t stop in his mission to run straight upstairs to his room and hide from his older brothers and their pestering.

“Hey! We’re talking to you!” Jimin yelled as Taehyung wizzed past the four boys in the living room- most of them playing a video game. The eldest of them all peeked his head around from the kitchen with a wooden spoon in hand.

“Was that Taehyung?”

“Think so. He ran so fast up those stairs I could barely tell.” Yoongi muttered and shoved Hoseok’s sleeping head off of his lap so he could snatch the controller out of Jimin’s losing hands.

“There’s something up with that kid.” Seokjin shook his head and disappeared back into the kitchen. The sound of cutlery being placed on their kitchen table was heard even from two levels above the kitchen- thanks to the young wolves’ supernatural hearing.

When the food was ready the boys gathered into the kitchen mumbling something about how their pack leader managed to find a mate before the rest of them. ‘Alpha pheromones’, they all sighed.

“Hey, don’t touch that it’s Taehyung’s.” Seokjin scolded Jungkook, the youngest and the hungriest of the small pack. He had reached the age where his wolf pheromones were overcoming his senses, he had just been back from a run in the forest that surrounded their little cottage. Although he made sure not to wander too far, unless he bumped into the trouble who arrived in their territory a month ago and had kept bothering the small pack over the past few weeks.

“He’s not here, he doesn’t come down to eat anym-ow!” The maknae hissed at the force that hit the back of his head.

“Who says I don’t eat with you guys anymore?” The said wolf hit the back of Jungkook’s head again for good measure and chuckled slightly when he gave Taehyung a death glare. The black hoodie was taken off so he was just in jeans and a grey t-shirt. 

The tone in Taehyung’s voice was slightly deeper than usual, his body still hadn’t shaken off the effects of being so close to his mate, even if he was walking on the opposite side of the street.

The table was quiet at first as the always-hungry boys ate, most of them were quickly slurping and filling up their spoons as much as they could. Taehyung however, his mind was still on you, not the food.

“Where were you today?” Seokjin asked gently, testing the waters before Yoongi could try to settle his curiosity and be too direct about the situation of Taehyung’s disappearances. The boy in question didn’t notice the quick shift of eye contact that the rest of the boys had made with each other. Jimin even coughed and joined in on the conversation when Taehyung kept his head down, playing with his food.

“Yeah, we didn’t pass you on our run. We thought you would be at your part of the border, but you weren’t.” Jimin mumbled.

Taehyung still picked at his food and pretended he didn’t hear the others’ questions. That’s what he had done for the past couple of weeks. Pretend they were invisible in hopes that he could be too.

“Are you going to answer on not?” Yoongi was finally the one to break the ice after a minute of awkward silence around the table. A silence which they weren’t used to.

Taehyung looked up at this, narrowing his eyes straight at the group of brothers. He didn’t even blink but stared right through them all.

“It’s none of your business,” he got up from the table, avoiding all eye contact when he felt the guilt and weight of his secrets rush in. The shapeshifter left a trail of shocked eyes on his back and darted up the stairs with extra speed to get his hoodie and dashed out the door, his exit emphasized with a slam.

“Well that went well, thanks bro.” Jimin scoffed and grabbed Taehyung’s still full plate, dishing up more for himself and Jungkook since they were certain he wouldn’t be coming back for it. The rest of the table sighed, anxious and confused at the sudden distance settled between them and the jokester of their pack.

Taehyung panted as he ran through the nooks and crannies of the forest, not concerned over his obvious presence amongst the land. The trees flew past in a blur but the darkness of the sky didn’t prevent him from winding through them as he lept and landed on the fallen branches and boulders. He was tempted to shift but he knew that his wolf would lose control, not that it had ever happened but then his mate came along and he didn’t know what was what anymore. He was a unique member of his pack, different to his friends and members in the pack’s official lands. Rather than his wolf running his abilities, the human side of him remained in control most of the time. There wasn’t an equal between him and his wolf. Even when in wolf-form and he was fully shifted, he could make his wolf whimper and cower to his command. This brought out a lot of tension between the bond, especially when he had a hot-blooded wolf like that of a higher-ranked wolf. Although, he never had an alpha or beta bloodline, so it was mostly an unnecessary struggle to deal with his wolf’s demanding side.

“A special kind of wolf,” the pack healer repeated the words on the yellowed pages of an old prophecy book. “One with a human-like judgement who have been known to protect communities from outsiders and make even a complete rouge beast suffer from a state of confusion over whom their threat truly is. Not only this but their rareness and special abilities makes their blood easier for human consumption, proving natural healing abilities for those with weak strength. Their blood is a precious medicine for the moon children and earth children to bond in union.”

“That’s total bullshit.” Jimin scoffed at the elder’s repeated words.

“Why would we give up our blood for humans?” Hoseok stood in question to the thought of it.

“Tae, you’re like a miracle or something!”

Vengur, the pack healer shut up the book and looked down at the younger wolves.

“Young bloods have no appreciation for the moon goddess’s gifts.” He turned to Taehyung, book outstretched for his taking. “Take this, it may help when you come of age, we haven’t experienced this in over eighty-three years so it may be hard to overcome without it.”

Taehyung huffed and ran even faster, knowing where he wanted to go.

You landed on the cheap couch with a huff. You were exhausted. Not only was college mentally draining but it took a toll on you to walk your way through the town to the outskirts where your place was situated. Nothing fancy and a little small but you were lucky you had it.

When you moved here you managed to get a job with a friendly, but lonely old women. She didn’t have any family left, her husband died when she was in her forties and her son was terminally ill, leaving his mother mourning the only two men in her life. Eventually, at the women’s old age, she couldn’t do much for herself but still stayed strong to be able to run the traditional soup shop invested inside the town where you worked. You managed to get the job at the store as part of a volunteer program your University invested in. At first you just volunteered to look after the old women but she paid for you to work under the table and when she noticed your struggle with school dorms, she offered you to stay with her. You told her of your struggles as a student and she was more than welcoming of your presence in her cottage. The house you lived in now, small and cozy and filled with her memories. You were happy there, but it was lonely when she died. She left you with the house and you gave all of the money she had left selling the shop to a children’s charity. You didn’t have the heart to use someone else’s hard-earned money on yourself.

At this time of year the loneliness really hit you. Whilst the other students were out, dating, having fun, breathing in their youth, you couldn’t even talk to someone without your heart feeling like it was going to burst. The faded presence of Jang Sun-Hee was the only friend to you.

“Grandma,” you sat up to cross your legs and spoke to her picture on the wall, “Will things be better this year? I met someone today, she seemed nice?” You breathed out, unsure of how to describe someone of such an illuminating presence.

“I found out she loves pop music, unlike me who likes the old stuff.” You chuckled to yourself, as if Mrs Jang was actually there in her old beaten armchair. The one where she would either be sewing or taking a nap.

Leaning your arms on the top of your knees, you mumbled, “She has a boyfriend too. They have been together for a year and two months. Her parents own a restaurant. I bet it’s really nice. Not as nice as yours though.” By now you couldn’t prevent tears building at the back of your eyes. There was no point in preventing them anyway.

Nobody was there to see it.

Taehyung stopped and breathed a sigh of relief when a light was still on inside the house. He thought he’d be too late to catch a glimpse of you, but there you were still awake. The young wolf sniffed the air in hopes to capture your scent. The wolf at the back of his mind purred when they realized you must have just got out of the shower.

I’m being serious, if you do nothing about this pull then I will do it for you, the wolf snarled.

Taehyung scoffed, I’d like to see you try. When has that ever worked out for you?

We are one you know. If you would stop fighting yourself, that would be great. I feel myself getting stronger these days, maybe it’s my time.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and crouched down when he noticed your bedroom window being opened. The man was practically in awe, the wind blew your hair around your face making your scent flutter towards him. Not only that but the way you were bent over the window frame- your collarbones were accessible in that shirt.

Not only did his wolf whine, but Taehyung also let out a high pitched noise from the back of his throat. What do we do? How do we do this? It’s not like we can break into her house and offer her a view of the woods on a wolf’s back. I hope she isn’t allergic to animal fur.

Taehyung’s wolf grumbled at his human’s words. Imagine how embarrassing that would be.

Taehyung slowly stepped back to get a better view of your figure at the window when he accidentally stepped on a twig. The young man froze on the spot but let out the breath he was holding when you didn’t seem to notice the noise and you kept your eyes focused forward towards the treeline. A few minutes went by of him just watching you. Desiring you. Waiting for you.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to wait until you slept to take his leave. As the days past it got harder for him to leave. It got harder to see you in that house. He worried. God, he worried every minute he was away from you. You were a women in the middle of the woods where anyone could come by. Any dangerous being. Taehyung and his wolf growled angrily at the thought.

The only way to rest his mind was to imagine he was there, protecting you. He saw himself inside your little house. You would be cooking, he would be watching you from the kitchen table. When you turned away from the stove to ask him to taste the soup he would get up to wrap his arms around your hips and let you edge the spoon to his lips. When you were satisfied and turned your back to him, his chin would rest against your shoulder. He would be so tempted to let his hands wander, to turn the stove off so he could press you against the counter and kiss you breathless. He would convince you to mate him.

You enjoy torturing the both of us, don’t you? Taehyung sighed an apology.

All was as usual and nature was as it was until Taehyung picked up on a scent that was at first unfamiliar.

Wait, what is that? His wolf snapped. What creature is lurking around our mate? It’s a wolf’s scent!

Taehyung’s nose prickled and his eyes narrowed when he took another sniff. A rouge. He growled.

Lead him away! The wolf inside him was almost feral, wanting to jump out of Taehyung’s skin but unable to. I’ll handle this. Shift!

Taehyung growled, his breathing coming out in muffled pants around his elongating fangs. Grey fur started sprouting out of his body and his muscles convulsed in preparation of his bones twisting and cracking to form the dark colored wolf.

You heard the snap of a twig, the noise not scaring you but you still noticed it. Living surrounded by wildlife made you feel more in sync with nature and small noises like that indicated that either a rabbit or a squirrel was looking or food. Although you worried when it was in the dead of night and you swore you could have heard the sounds of wolves fighting. Something like that occurred a couple of days ago which left you shook-up but it didn’t happen again so you tried to ignore it. Mrs Jang never told you about a wolf coven being nearby.

Snap!

Your eyes widened and body froze in panic when a much louder and more obvious snap echoed through the trees. The sound was followed by a growl and you thought back to the wolves the previous night before last.

Forcing yourself to move in your frozen state, you closed your window and made sure to lock it. You climbed into bed but kept a light on, the dark not being a friend of yours at a time like this.


The feral animal’s paws pelted on the grass and mossy cobblestone. Taehyung could faintly see another wolf running against the outline of the woods. However, he focused his vision on the closest wolf, the one in front of him. I only sense two this time, Taehyung’s alter ego pointed out.

Despite being in wolf-form his voice overruled the entity as he commanded him to run faster. The rouge sped faster just as Taehyung’s wolf came close to snatching at his tail.

His wolf puffed out in frustration and their body froze in its tracks when they heard a distinct howl echo from behind them. In the direction they had just left, the howl stated a wolf’s arrival somewhere.

Our mate!

So it's 2am and this is a conversation I heard between a drunk guy and what seems to be his sober friend
  • Guy 2: Man, this parteyyy was nuts!
  • Guy 1: Yeah dude, and the cake was delicious. Seb ate like 3 whole pieces and-
  • Guy 2: WHAT!!!
  • Guy 1: What?
  • Guy 2: THAT MOTHERFUCKER ATE 3 PIECES OF CAKE WHILE I ONLY ATE ONE?!!!
  • Guy 1: Shit man, relax
  • Guy 2: DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THAT DUDE
  • Guy 1: You're going to wake up the whole neighborhood, shut up for a bit man
  • Guy 2: I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THIS NEIGHBORHOOD! I WANT CAKE AND I WANT IT NOW
  • Guy 1: It's 2 am, you're drunk as hell and the next day i'm pretty sure you're going to have the worst hungover ever. Let's go home.
  • Guy 2: I AIN'T GOING NOWHERE WITHOUT MY CAKE!
  • Guy 1: For the love of god, IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY CHARLES. LET HIM HAVE THE CAKE.
  • Guy 2: [I'm pretty sure he started crying] But you know how much I like cake dude
  • Guy 1: Yeah I know, when you wake up i'm going to buy you one man, ok? Now let's take you home.
Pushing It

Author: ArtisticRainey

Genre: Family/hurt/comfort

Character: Virgil Tracy, Gordon Tracy

Summary: For navigatorsnorth, who asked for Virgil + Exhaustion. Virgil + exhaustion hurt/comfort, with Virgil pushing himself to the point of collapse before his brothers notice something is wrong. I hope this it what you had in mind!

~oOo~

He should have stopped two hours ago but he didn’t. There’s work to be done and Virgil Tracy will never be the one to flake on a job.

His shoulders are burning. His head is pounding. Every muscle in his body aches from the heavy lifting – mechanical Jaws of Life or not, it’s still hard work.

But it’s not just the physical tiredness. That’s not the worst. The worst is that this is an avalanche rescue, and those are the worst of all. Every scream for help is in his mother’s voice. Every grateful face he pulls from the white embrace is hers.

But it’s not.

Because his mother is dead and there’s nothing they can do about it.

As always, though, Virgil pushes through. His brothers didn’t give him the nickname ‘Machine’ for nothing. He’s got an endless supply of energy. No matter how much pain he’s in, no matter how his muscles burn, Virgil Tracy keeps going.

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Melody for Molly

Sherlock stands at the window of his beloved flat on Baker Street.  Idly stroking his violin, he wanders his Mind Palace trying to find a solution to Moriarty’s plan other than his death. He storms through Johns room turning to see Mind John blogging and ignoring his blundering. Slipping into Mycroft’s room he spies him at his desk looking disapprovingly over his paperwork. Sherlock returns to the hallway.  Out of the corner of his mind’s eye he sees a door, in the corner, in the shadows. It’s there but just barely. Stepping towards the door he opens it unsure of he is going to find. Peeking in, he sees grey metal tables microscopes and a slightly mousy pathologist leaning over a women sewing with sure and careful movements on her chest. His hands on the violin start move and a sweet melody starts to fill the flat as he starts to formulate the first vestiges of a plan.

A few days later he’s “dead" and Molly’s at the morgue. He sits in her softly feminine flat on her couch once again wandering through his mind palace. Spotting her room he thinks of the lovely melody he played that day. With a sigh he grabs a pad of paper off of  the coffee table quickly jotting down the song. Later that evening Molly returns to her now empty flat. Opening the door she puts her keys on the counter and spies an envelope on the music stand of her well loved baby grand. Sitting on its bench, she picks up the envelope with its slightly slanted Molly written on the front. Opening it, she pulls out three sheets of music with Melody for Molly written at the top. Looking them over she sets them on the stand and starts to pick out the notes. It’s not long until a sweet lovely song can be heard through an open window. A man with short auburn hair turns and smiles as he walks by the window and down the street.