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Leather Jackets - Bucky Barnes AU

Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol

Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!

The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.

Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.

Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.

“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”

“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.

Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.

You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.

Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.

Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.

“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.

“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”

“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.

Soon enough, Monday rolled around.

School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.

Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.

You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.

Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.

“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.

“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.

You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.

Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.

“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.

Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.

But they did. Just your luck.

“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.

“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.

Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.

“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”

Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.

“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”

Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”

“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.

“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”

“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.

“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”

“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.

“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.

“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”

- 6 months later -

Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.

Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.

“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”

“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”

A/N: Okay, you guys. I just can’t wait any longer, I’m so excited to share this fanfiction (and this cover) with you all. I am so hyped! May I introduce? In a heartbeat.

Synopsis: Showing up on time for an important job interview is all you worry about when you rush through the streets of New York City on a sunny day, not expecting at all to bump into Thor, God of Thunder and his mischievous brother Loki. Before you know it, you get dragged right into a gruesome battle between two foreign realms and the atrocious menace of Ragnarök, confronted with breath-taking magic, terrifyingly hazardous threats and a fierce warrior who claims to be a Valkyrie. And as if this wasn’t enough already, you find yourself headfirst falling in love with the God of Mischief who, much to your disppointment, already seemed to have set his eyes on someone else, leaving you struggling with rejection, jealousy, heartache and more antagonising pain than your human heart could ever cope with.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/?
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THOR RAGNAROK, violence and blood, mentions of slavery, death, self-harm, depression, panic attacks, jealousy, grief, heartache, smut, Dom!Loki. (More warnings might be added throughout the story)

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Deadly Sins- Lust & Desperation

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary:Peter takes the Reader in the shower after a training session ;)

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault from Lust & Wrath.. I know people handle sexual assault differently so just know this is how the Reader handled it and she’s just one tough bitch not gonna let no man destroy her life when she has an awesome man AKA PETER. Swearing cause Tom swears IRL and I do too, SEX BABYYY LETS GET HOT AND… STEAMYYYY

Word Count: 3,000+

A/N: I WILL BE ADDING EMOTIONS TO THESE FICS. THESE EMOTIONS/FEELINGS ARE WHAT THE READERS OR CHARACTERS EXPERIENCE. JUST WANT TO THROW THAT OUT THERE :,) Pls don’t get mad at me /.\ Ps. go check out my friend’s blog @daddytom2013 give her some love for me (,:


Deadly Sins- Envy & Wrath , Deadly Sins-Lust & Wrath

[Peter’s POV]

Peter you have training with Steve and Sam in ten minutes, you need to hurry to the training room” Karen’s voice fills the air of your bedroom. Crap I’m running late, I just got back from our spot with fresh flowers for the kitchen table. I picked a rose especially for my girl.

“I will be there shortly Karen, thank you” I reply fixing my black joggers on my waist. Pulling my shirt on followed by my hat putting it on backwards. I wore hats that way to keep my curls out of my face while I worked out. Looking over at our bed my girl laid there like she has for the past three months. Crying herself to sleep, having night terrors and crying during the day. The only time she would get up to move was to shower,eat or work in her lab. Then whenever she was done she would go right back to bed without a word.

“Angel, I won’t be back for a few hours then I’ll come back after, are you going to be okay?” I ask kneeling near the bed. I rub her cheek with my thumb. A tear falls down her cheek making my hand wet. Quickly I wipe away the others that fall giving her forehead a quick kiss. She sniffles causing a pain to happen in my chest. I hate seeing her like this for so long. No one can tell her what to do because they didn’t experience what she did that awful night.

“You don’t have to pity me Peter, it’s been three months since that night” she whispers pulling the blankets closer to her chest. Shock plastered on my facial features. This was the first time she spoke to me since then. Her voice sounded like music to my ears.

“Pity you? You’re my girlfriend, the love of my life.. you got assaulted and I saw it with my own eyes..” my voice rising a bit. How could she think you pity her? You love her more than life itself. She is what I think about when I wake up and before I go to bed.

“I haven’t let you sleep with me since then.. you’re probably tired of me now, I’m used” her voice breaks as she turns her back to you. A sob comes from her shaking covered body. Wanting so badly to pull her into your chest but she doesn’t let me do that much anymore without getting stiff or flinching. It’s been so hard when she distanced herself from me.

“You’re everything to me Angel.. I wish you would let me show how much of a rare gem you are, even if not I would wait as long as I needed to” Placing one more kiss to the back of her head I place a rose on the nightstand beside our bed. Heading out of the room I tell Karen to play some Halsey for her while I’m away. Karen wishes me luck with training before playing the playlist.



“Peter focus!” my eyes snap to the voice seeing Steve and Sam looking at me. Steve looked concerned and Sam was waving his hands around. Thankfully Tony wasn’t here or he would make the training hell.

“I-I’m okay guys sorry, what’s next?” I ask re wrapping my hands,the wrap was starting to get loose. Steve and Sam look at each other almost having a silent conversation but with their eyes.Sam walks over placing a hand on my shoulder pausing before he speaks.

“I know this is still a tough subject but I want you to punch this bag as many times you can.. Imagine it was that man” I grit my teeth nodding at his request. He pats my back urging me to start. I charge at the bag jabbing it hard imagining the man’s face. Minutes go by as I continue to hit the punching bag. My breathing getting heavy as I kept going. The only thing that kept me going was my girl, my sweet sweet angel.

“C’mon Peter harder c’mon man you got this” Sam cheers next to Steve. You could feel Steve’s stare boring into your skin only making you push harder. Fists slamming into the bag at a faster pace,feeling every muscle engaging to it’s full capacity. Grunts falling past my lips feeling the pain spread through my arms.

Letting out a scream I punch it so hard it snaps off the chain flying towards the wall. Colliding into the wall it hits the floor with a thud. My chest heaving up and down as I collapse to the ground. A feeling grows in my chest, it was regret. If only I had stayed with her maybe she wouldn’t of have been targeted. If only I was quicker maybe I could have stopped him from raping her. All the what ifs filled my mind as I tried controlling my breathing.

“Let me get another bag, I’ll be back” Steve says heading to the spare room. Sam walks over sitting down next to me. Him and Bucky normally picked on you but there were moments where he felt like an older brother. Tony could barely talk to you because he was still upset the situation happened over the men wanting supplies from his corporation. He feels more to blame than how I feel of not getting there in time.

“Peter, man you know I didn’t mean to make you upset… we just need you working to your fullest potential. This is a hard time for you,Tony and your angel.. how’s she doing ?” He asks rubbing my back a sympathetic look on his face.

“Not good.. She told me today she thought I’m tired of her just because we haven’t had sex since the incident.. She feels used because of that fucking bastard.. Today was the first time she talked to me since then” my hands running through my hair. I hated to cry but it felt so good as the tears fell. Sam patted my back as the tears fell onto the matted flooring.

“You are her world Peter, it’s natural for a woman to feel like that.. She’s yours and she felt like someone took that part of her away and that you probably don’t want a woman who was taken that way.. You just need to show her that even after the months of silence you’re still her one and only.” He gives me a smile lifting his goggles to his forehead. Helping me up from the ground I pull him into a hug.

“T-thank you Sam” I whisper as he squeezes me tightly before letting go. Steve comes back in carrying two punching bags. Letting them down with a thud he preps a new chain for the new bag.

“Now that we have you where we want you, let’s do more boxing then take it into combat practice mode, cool?” He grins in your direction.

“If I get to kick your ass then hell yeah” Laughing as I punch my right hand into my left palm.

“There’s the Parker I know” Steve smiles making Sam chuckle.


[Reader’s POV]

“Babe I’m back” you hear Peter’s voice fill your apartment. You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror. The redness in your cheeks from crying, you looked like a damn mess. Holding your rose that Peter gave you earlier in your shaking hands.

You couldn’t even respond like you used to. Your body felt numb and your voice non existent.

“Angel.. Please look at me” his voice begs as his finger tilts your chin in his direction.Opening your eyes you looked at Peter whose eyes looked pained. His normally happy self seemed so melancholy.

“Babygirl, please say something.. It felt so good to hear the sound of your voice today.. I love the sound of it and you talking to me..” His arms slowly wrapping around your body. They pulled you close to him,feeling his warmth engulfing you. You’ve missed this. Yet you felt better by yourself the past three months.

“I-I’m sorry Peter.. You’ve been trying to talk to me and I hate that I couldn’t talk to you I just feel like my whole body is numb.. I’ve m-missed you so much and I loved all the flowers you gave me everyday” my voice feeling like it was jumbled as tears started forming. His lips pressed against your head. The feeling so comforting and soothing. It was hard the few months you distanced yourself from him.

“I missed you more Angel, I can’t believe you thought I would leave you after that… you aren’t used cause you’re my girl no matter what happens.” He places his hands on your cheeks. The warmth of his hands making you close your eyes. Tilting your head into his palms sighing, you felt safe.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me” I whisper holding onto him tighter. I could feel his muscles through his shirt. The definition of his muscles was clear as your hands slid down his back.

“I will never leave you,like I said you’re everything to me” Lips press against yours, the feeling hitting you like a bag of bricks. You needed him more than you thought. The intense feeling waking up your whole body. Pulling his shirt as he deepens the kiss. It wasn’t forceful but it was full of love. The kiss reminding you that Peter is there for you through thick and thin. Even after these months went by he never changed.

“God you need a shower” you laugh as your nose scrunches up. You trying to pull away only to be pulled back to his body.

“Well after you hugging me now you do too, c’mon let’s save water” He winks pulling you towards the master bathroom. It felt so good to have his hand in mine. Following behind him he heads to the touch screen next to the shower.

 Peter touches the buttons to get the temperature and water pressure right. Lifting his shirt off slowly he throws it to the floor. My eyes looking at the muscles move when he made movements. The way his joggers hung dangerously low on his hips. Looking at the V muscle showing making me want to kiss my way down. The sight made me want to do so many things. He is like a sexual piece of art that you can look at.

“C’mon angel let’s get you undressed” his hands find your waist lifting his shirt you had on. Peter tossed your shirt into a pile. You weren’t wearing a bra so your breasts were exposed. Feeling his lips ghost over your skin. Placing kisses slowly down your body.  He unties the string on your shorts slipping them down along with your panties. Kisses placed on your hips before he slowly stood back up.

“Peter, p-please” I gasp out at the feeling of his lips kissing up to the shell of your ear. You were desperate with need. Your arms snaked around his neck,hands getting lost in his curls. He pulled down his joggers stepping out of them. His lips still sucking and biting the skin of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much” Peter’s voice sounded so pained,you hated that you caused him pain.He swiftly lifts you up heading towards the walk in shower. Music still playing in the background as he carried you in. Your eyes were taking in his features, you haven’t looked at him like this in what seemed like forever. The intimate eye contact made your heart flutter.

“I-I’m sorry P-”

“You have nothing to be sorry about Angel..” Your back is pressed against the tile wall. He sets you down so you’re standing in front of him.  Peter’s lips left a trail of hot kisses from your neck down between your breasts. Your hand going to his curls trying to hold onto something else besides the wall. The look in his eyes as he made his way down made your heart pound harder. How he was kissing your skin seemed like he was trying to kiss away all the pain you had for that span of time.

His fingers ghosting their way down from your breasts. Fingertips sliding down your skin to your hips. The pads of his thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips making you twitch under his touch. Lifting your left leg he places it over his shoulder. Light kisses being placed from the top of your inner thigh slowly going down.

His teeth nip at your skin causing a moan to come out. You loved it when he was like this but it was also torture waiting in anticipation. His hands gripped your thigh tighter as he got closer to your core. Peter’s right hand kept your hips still so you wouldn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly but he kept you standing. His tongue licks your core slowly while still looking up at you. A whimper comes out as he flicks his tongue on your clit.

Hands tighten in his hair as he keeps eye contact with you. The steam in the shower making it slightly harder to breathe. Your hips moving as you grinded against his tongue. He slowly inserts a finger in pumping slowly in and out of you. Another followed shortly after making you moan his name out repeatedly. His fingers curling inside sent a wave of pleasure washing over you. Peter hit-s your g-spot making your fingers grip his curls more.

“P-lease… make love to me Peter. I c-can’t wait anymore” you gasp out with tears in your eyes. He gives one last kiss to your clit withdrawing his fingers from you. Standing he looks down at you eyes dark with arousal.

The water hitting Peter made his curls drip with water. Watching as droplets slide down his fit body made you bite your lip.He lets your left leg down. Your right leg held now in the crook of his left arm. He takes his cock rubbing it up and down your slit slowly. The action making you pant even more in the heated shower.

Looking down you watch as his cock slides into you. A groan slips out of Peter’s lips as he enters you. Your right hand gripping his shoulder from the pleasure that sparked inside you. His right hand cups your cheek gently as his thrusts go deep and slow.

“Fuck.. K-keep your eyes on me Angel..” your eyes fluttered open, his gaze trapping yours. Moans slip out as your back hits the wall a bit the pain and pleasure starting to mix together.

“Pe-Peter” I whimper as his thrusts start getting faster. Grunts escaped his lips as his pelvis smacked against yours. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you felt so good after so long of not having anything.

“God you feel so good,you’re my girl,my one and only” he whispers resting his right forearm against the wall. My hand slides down from his hair and goes down to stay at his chest.  I could feel his heartbeat against my palm.

“Please know I will never abandon you, I’m here for you through thick and thin.. Whatever comes our way we can get through it together” Peter presses kisses on your jaw heading down to your bruised neck.

“I-I love you Peter” I gasp out when I feel his thumb rubbing fast circles against my clit. Your thighs start to shake as pleasure fills your entire body. Puffs of air escaped you as you could feel the edge coming quickly.

“I love you more Angel, m-more than you can imagine” he groans as his thrusts start become sloppier.His hands grasp your hips pulling you against him the same time he thrusts causing himself to go deeper. The sound of both of your moans filled the bathroom air echoing off the tile walls. Looking to the side the whole master bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water that pelted against both of your bodies.

“I’m gonna c-cum” I moan tilting my head back. His lips attached onto the base of my neck. The feeling of him sucking, and biting left you breathless. Reaching down I start rubbing my clit earning a moan from Peter. The pleasure taking over my body as I came hard. Holding onto Peter for dear life as he came after my release. His lips press onto mine in a desperate kiss pulling my body flush against his.

“I can’t feel my legs” I breathe out holding onto Peter.

“Peter, Mr. Stark tried shutting down your Do Not Disturb Protocol because he needs to- uh oh he broke into the apartment” Karen’s voice sounds scared.

“He broke in?!” I shout trying to stand only to slip and fall hard on the floor.

“Fuck this isn’t good” Peter scrambles rushing towards the screen turning off the shower. This situation could only get worse from here.

“Peter we have to talk this instant , what the hell is this Do Not Disturb Protocol abo-” The door slams open causing me to yelp out in fear at the sound of the door banging against the wall.

“Mr. Stark you have to get out!” Peter covers himself as I glared up at him trying to hide but there was no point.

“You’re sleeping with my daughter and keeping record in Karen’s system?! Wha-” Tony’s voice raises but he stops at what he’s about to say next.

DAUGHTER?” I ask in disbelief looking between the two of them. 

Peter still covering himself as he grabs our towels. Snatching the towel I cover myself up. Tony had his eyes covered  while the two of you put your towels on. You could barely stand from what you just went through but the adrenaline of the situation helped.

“Angel, I-” Peter grasps your wrist trying to pull you to him.

“What the hell Peter” ripping my hand out of his,I walk past Tony embarrassed as hell.

Grabbing a pair of clothes I go to our front door. It had a blasted hole into it near the handle. Changing in the extra bathroom I get inside Peter’s hoodie. Running out of the apartment and down the hall. Hearing snickers I saw Sam and Bucky in the hallway with grins. I give them a eat shit and die look before getting the elevator.


[Peter’s POV]

“What the hell Tony! Is that seriously the way you wanted to tell her that she’s your daughter” I spat at him earning a quick slap to the face.

“No it wasn’t , it slipped out..” He groans walking out of the bathroom.

“Well I’m going to change and if you care to JOIN me, you can explain everything so my girlfriend doesn’t HATE me.” I say pulling clothes out of the drawer.Throwing on my clothes quickly I mentally slap myself for the situation.

“Do I HAVE to.. ?” Tony says digging his shoe into the carpet.

“Tony, you’re GOING!” I snap pulling his sweater knowing exactly where she took off to.

A Surprise Three Years In The Making (Bill Skarsgård)

Based Upon: Living in America with your husband, Bill, in 1917. He goes off to war and when he’s gone, you discover that you’re pregnant. When he comes home, three years later, you bring your daughter to the train station to meet him for the first time. He has no idea that she exists since you did not tell him in your letters, wanting the first he knew of her to be when he saw her. He gets off the train and spots you, eyes travelling downwards until he sees the little girl by your side. His eyes widen and he kneels down in front of her, in complete awe that he has a beautiful daughter.  

The cobblestone platform was crowded with people, all of who were waiting for the train to roll into the station and return their loved ones to them. You could barely move through the platform with the number of people that had showed up, so she gripped her daughter’s hand tightly and stayed near the back of the pack, figuring that people would immediately wish to leave the station once their friends and family had shown.

Her daughter had turned two only a week ago, yet she already mirrored her father; pale eyes, slim and brunette. Having a piece of him at home with her while he was in Europe fighting was comforting, but the fact that she looked every bit like him, made it easy and painful at the same time.

“Mommy?” the little girl asked, craning her head up to look at her mother.

She gave her daughter a tense smile, but a smile nonetheless, and the girl was far too young to tell the difference anyways, “Yes?”

The child’s grip tightened on her mother’s hand. “What does Daddy look like?” she wondered, causing her mother to smile for real this time.

She bent down and took her daughter’s cheeks into her hands before pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. “Daddy looks exactly like you,” she replied, looking into those pale eyes.

Her daughter’s brows creased. “But… he’s a boy,” she noted, confusion written all over her delicate face.

Her mother laughed lightly, squeezing her hand softly. “No, no. What I meant was, you both have the same features. He has pale eyes and brown hair, just like you do,” she explained, “Daddy is also one of the tallest people you will ever meet. I wouldn’t be surprised if you take after him in that way as well.”

Her daughter simply nodded, absorbing the new information. “Is he nice?” she asked quietly.

The woman lifted her child’s head so she could meet her gentle gaze and nodded. “Daddy is the kindest person alive. He’s caring, funny and smart. I promise that you’ll like him, and I know that he will love you more than anything in the whole world, okay?” she urged her daughter, running her fingers through the small girl’s brown locks.

“Okay,” she responded, already sounding more sure of herself.

Her mother pressed another soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead then stood back up.

A whistle blew in the near distance.

She laid with her head in the crook of his neck, bare chest pressed to his, legs intertwined with his long ones, in their bed.

It was incredibly late. Soon, the absolute darkness would break, sending streaks of warm hues down on the American city. She did not want to see colour, only wanted to bask in the darkness for as long as possible, knowing that light would only mean that the time was upon them; Bill would be leaving to war.

His long fingers stroked her hair softly and his other arm held her closer to his naked body, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. He did not want to leave her in the next couple of hours.

At the age of twenty-seven and in perfect health, Bill was the ideal candidate for an American soldier. He was old enough to have gained some wisdom, yet not too old to be of little use in combat. He was conscripted right away when volunteers were no longer abundant, along with thousands of other men in and near his age pool. Sometimes, he wished he had stayed in Sweden, away from the future he now faced, but he never felt that wholeheartedly, as she was the greatest thing to have ever happened to him.

She was kind enough to show him around town when he first arrived from Sweden. He used to sit in the café she worked at almost everyday for lunch, it was there that she would serve him and ask why he always came to the same restaurant. He told her that he was new to town and enjoyed routines. Eventually, he gained enough courage to ask her out on a date, everything took off from there.

He pressed his lips against hers for what seemed like the millionth time that night; they made love for hours until she was sore and shaking from all of the orgasms he had given her. They had gone at it for hours, her on her back, straddling his lap and riding him until she was so overstimulated that tiredness seeped through her body, making her feel heavy and drained. From the second he came home from his last day of work in the factory, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Neither could even begin to imagine what it would truly be like when the other was not by their side.

He couldn’t care about reaching his own high, instead, wanted her to be so overwhelmed with pleasure. He made slow, passionate love to her before quickening his pace, thrusting in and out of her so fast that she could not keep her eyes open. He listened to her breathless moans and cries of his name from her perfect lips and knew then that there was nothing more satisfying. After many rounds, she became so exhausted that she fought to keep her eyes open, never wanting the night to end; sleep was the enemy.

She kissed him back softly, her arm stretching across his chest until she reached his hair and combed her fingers through the smooth locks.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” she whispered sadly, tears rolling down her cheeks and wetting his warm skin when she placed her head back into the crook of his neck.

He tightened his grip on her body, pulling her even closer to him, before kissing her forehead.

Her breathing quickened as another wave of tears washed over her, making her body shake in his grasp.

He stroked her hair repeatedly, attempting to soothe her, but his own breath caught as well. “I love you so much, Darling. So much,” he promised her, voice cracking with deep emotion as he held her trembling body.

She sniffled and he wiped her tears. “I love you too,” she echoed.

He stopped smoothing her hair as he flipped them over, her on her back and him on top of her, before beginning to kiss her lips fervently.

Her cries became muffled by his lips, warm and soft on hers.

“Please don’t cry, Darling. It hurts me to see you cry,” he confessed in between kisses.

Eventually, her tears ceased as she focused on her husband who slipped his tongue into her mouth and moved one of his hands down her body until he reached her breasts. He squeezed one of her nipples until he felt it become firm under his touch, then detached his lips from hers and shifted down her body. His soft lips wrapped around her hardened nipple, sucking on her whilst she writhed under him and moaned as he pulled.

“Bill,” she breathed heavily, shutting her eyes in ecstasy.

He did the same to her other breast, eliciting another moan from his lover, then slid back up her body and pressed his lips to hers hungrily.

She was so focussed on his lips, giving his hair a small yank from pleasure every now and then, that she didn’t notice his fingers slipping down her body. It was only when he shifted a finger inside of her that she clutched onto him, wide eyes looking up at his. He kissed her once again as he moved his finger in and out of her, adding another which caused her to squeak against his lips.

She broke the kiss and held his shoulders as he continued his work on her. “Please,” she begged, eyes wide and needy, “I want to come with you inside of me.”

Instantly, he pulled his long fingers out of her and licked them clean. She nearly moaned at the sight of him, sucking her off him like she was the most delicious dessert he had ever tasted.

“B-Bill,” she stuttered, so breathless and high off bliss, “I need you now.”

“Say it louder.”

Tears made her eyes go glassy as she pleaded with him. “Please, Bill!” she cried.

“Say it.”

“Bill Skarsgård, I need you now! Please,” she whimpered.

With his lips fit back to hers, he entered her in one fluid motion, causing both of them to gasp at the sensation. He took her hands in his and pushed them up the bed as he thrusted into her. She squeezed his hands as if her life depended on it.

It was the last time they would be together for an unaccountable number of months or years; neither of them could get enough of the other.

“Bill,” she breathed, “I’m gonna come.”

He pushed himself even deeper inside of her and faster, wanting her climax to be intense.

“Open your eyes. I want to see you,” he begged.

Her eyes lazily opened and met his, which were filled with desire.

“Come for me,” he told her.

His words sent her over the edge and she cried out, feeling an earth-shattering orgasm tear through her body. Her gasps and moans only turned him on more as he continued to sink into her, bringing himself to his own climax.

His seed seeped inside of her, filling her before he pulled out.

He pulled her into her arms, knowing she was so utterly exhausted, and whispered a few sweet praises in her ear as she finally drifted off into a sound sleep.

They would savour this night for years to come.

The large, brown train containing many carriages pulled to a halt when it reached the platform. Men still dressed in uniforms were hanging out of the windows, waving at the people that came to welcome them back home. She started to scan the faces in search of her husband’s but knew it was a tedious and most likely unsuccessful task.

“Is he in that?” she heard her daughter say.

Casting a look down at the small girl beside her, she nodded happily, tears welling in her eyes. “Yes. Daddy’s in that,” she confirmed, her voice full of emotion.

She tore her eyes away from her daughter when she heard the doors open.

Men of all ages came out of the cars, desperately searching for their family and friends. There were only cries of pure joy and happiness as people hurriedly yanked their brother, husband, son or friend into an embrace.

She held her breath as she patiently waited for her husband to step out of the train.

More cheers, more cries of delight. More men stepped off of the metal stairs of the train car. A few people were beginning to leave, holding hands and wearing smiles as they headed into the wooden station.

“How much longer?” the girl wondered, incredibly keen to see her father for the first time.

“Not much, Sweetie,” her mother promised, giving her a small smile.

When she looked back up, her breath caught.

There he was, tall and handsome as ever as he stepped onto the platform, pale eyes searching the crowd for her. She raised her hand and waved in an attempt to catch his attention, though it did not do much as everyone else seemed to have the same idea. So, she merely waited until his green eyes caught onto her.

They did.

His full lips parted and he stood still for a second, still in shock that after just under three years ago had been the last time he had seen her in person. The letters, although extremely comforting, did not have the same effect of seeing her beautiful face.

He hoisted his bag up his shoulder and strode into the crowd, heading towards his wife.

She took a deep breath, then exhaled. He had no idea that his daughter even existed and she hoped he wouldn’t be mad that she kept such an important piece of news from him.

The crowd begin to separate, leaving Bill a clear path to his lover.

His eyes widened when he saw a small girl clutching his wife’s hand.

She had just gotten home from the doctor’s after learning of her pregnancy. She had expected that result, knowing that constant vomiting and general dizziness were the typical signs of child bearing, but after going to the doctor with her mother, it all became real.

She rushed over to her desk and pulled a piece of parchment from the second drawer before sitting in the wooden chair. Picking up the ballpoint pen that she had recently filled with ink, she thought about what to write.

A ‘Hello, Bill. It hasn’t been long since I’ve written you last but… I’m pregnant,’ did not seem right.

Would it make him sad to hear of such grand news whilst he was a continent away and had no means to return for a long time? Would it take his mind off the task at hand and only make him worry? Maybe it would be good to hear such joyous news in a hard time? These were the questions she asked herself as she debated telling him of her pregnancy.

Either way, she was still writing him a letter, so she got to work on asking how he was and telling him what things were happening back home. She told him that she loved him with all her heart, but did not mention the baby.

He stopped in front of his wife and looked at her with eyes so wide she thought he would pass out. In response, she only gave him a small nod and let go of her child’s hand.

Looking to his daughter, back to his wife and then to his daughter, he slowly lowered himself to the cobblestone ground, right in front of the smiling girl. He was still in disbelief, taking another look back up at his wife for a moment, utter shock written over his face.

“Her name is Isabelle,” she began, voice quavering as she peered down at Bill, “Isabelle Gudrun Skarsgård.”

His heart warmed at the sound of his grandmother’s name.

“But I like to be called Bella!” she interjected happily, causing her father to look back at her, startled, after hearing her speak for the first time.

Her voice was sweet as honey; a beautiful, childish joy. It was so untouched and innocent that it had him shaken. His own daughter

“Hi, Bella,” he said softly, voice shaking as he looked into her eyes, thinking that he was looking into his very own, “I’m Bill. I’m your-”

“You’re my Daddy!” she exclaimed, throwing her skinny arms around his neck and pulling herself flush against his body.

He held onto the back of her head, eyes still so wide with awe as he held his own daughter in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered, tears forming in his eyes.

“I love you too, Daddy!” his daughter cheered, utterly oblivious to how impactful the who situation was on him.

He continued to hold his daughter, noticing how small and fragile she seemed, how beautiful she was. She was his.

“Are you going to live with Mommy and me?” she asked, pulling away and looking him with a smile.

“If that’s okay with you,” he replied, still frozen in his kneeling position as he still tried to convince himself that this was reality.

His daughter nodded happily, her cheeks becoming even chubbier as she smiled wider.

He gave her a smile before standing to properly greet his wife. She immediately opened her mouth to explain, but he took her into a bone-crushing hug. Her words stopped in her mouth as she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him back just as tightly.

“I… I hope you’re not mad,” she breathlessly whispered into his ear, “I just wanted the first you knew about her to be when you saw her.”

He kissed her lips fervently, shutting out her worries. “I love you,” he kissed her lips. “I love our beautiful daughter,” he promised, kissing her forehead.

Her eyes shut and her body instantly relaxed.

“She looks just like you, Bill. Seeing her everyday was just like seeing you,” she confessed, tears wetting her eyes.

He wiped a stray tear the ran down her cheek and smiled, “Our baby.”

She laughed. “Our very own baby,” she agreed.

They looked to each other’s eyes and grinned, so excited to be a mother and father. She had already mothered their baby for two years, but she was only one half to the whole.

“Mommy?” they were interrupted by their daughter.

“Yes?” she wondered, looking down at Isabelle.

The young girl took a hold of her father’s hand. “Can we go home now? I want to show Daddy my drawings,” she said excitedly.

Bill folded his large hand around her tiny one and laughed lightly. He was feeling so peaceful that he wasn’t even sure it was real. But it was, and the small brunette beside him proved that fact; he was a father.

“Of course, Sweetie,” her mother replied, “I’m sure Daddy can’t wait to see your pictures.”

Bill nodded, “You bet.”

They left the train station together with Isabelle, not only as husband and wife, but parents to a beautiful child.

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Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn (A Soulmate AU) Part 7 The End

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five Part Six

(little bit of soft smut and a handful of fluff. it’s the end my friends. Thanks so much!)

Christmas Eve didn’t go as you hoped. You had planned to make a nice dinner and then snuggle and watch classic Christmas movies with Shawn until you fell asleep. That plan went south as soon as Shawn called from the hospital to tell you he was going into surgery and it was going to take a while and to go to bed without him. He had taken Matt’s ER rotation as favor for covering his shifts a few time that he wanted to stay home with you. You figured it must be serious if he was calling ahead of time. You go to bed in his room, no, your shared room, feels so empty when it’s just you laying in there. But his pillows and the comforter smell like his cologne and you snuggle up to his pillow and fall asleep.

The bed creaks under his weight and you wake up to see him sitting on his side of the bed, his back to you, wearing only his boxers. It’s perfect timing because you had just been dreaming about his hands all over you, mouth making you beg for mercy. You reach out and slide your hand up his back and he turns his head back to look at you. “Hey you,” you say sleepily and you can see him smile in the not quite dark bedroom.

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[In] Sickness

anonymous asked:

Hey, that fic about andrew in car accident was amazing!!! Could you please write hurt/comfort: You’re burning up + andreil (with sick andrew) ?

(Lord have mercy it took me FOREVER to get around to writing this! Anonymous I hope you are still out there and I’m sorry and I hope you like this!)

Brief but not explicit mentions of some troubling things from Andrew’s past, including Drake.

Neil’s duffle bag is on the floor outside he and Andrew’s room. There’s no note, no texts from Andrew. Neil tries the door but it’s locked.

“Oh, baby, what did you do?” Nicky asks. He hangs over Neil’s shoulder, his breath smelling like coffee.

“Nothing,” Neil mutters, elbowing Nicky off. He picks up his duffle and just stands there wondering. He hasn’t seen Andrew since this morning. They hadn’t fought the night before in fact it had been a really nice night. Andrew had even given him a small peck on the forehead when he left the dorm early to go running before class. So why? Why was his stuff out here? Why was he being shut out?

Aaron shoved by him, sending Neil crashing against the wall.

“Looks like the honeymoon’s over,” Aaron smirked. It was a very unpleasant expression. “Not that I’m surprised. After all Andrew’s just—”

“Aaron,” Neil cuts him off, his glare as sharp as Andrew’s knives, “shut up. And fuck off.”

Aaron snorts and flips Neil off before going to his room. Neil drags his duffle out to the common area where Kevin’s watching an exy game and doing pushups.

“Andrew kicked me out,” Neil says, taking a seat on the floor next to Kevin. He’s not really watching the game; he’s too busy trying to figure out why he’s been exiled.

“Fix it,” Kevin pants. His gaze doesn’t waver from the screen and his movements don’t pause. “We have practice.”

Neil nods but it’s only to placate Kevin. He knows Andrew and if this was really about him then he’s fairly certain Andrew would have said something. Leaving his stuff in the hall is too passive aggressive for Andrew. Locking himself in the room isn’t a typical Andrew play, either. If Andrew were pissed he would continue with his routine while giving Neil the cold shoulder. No, this has to be something else.

“I’m going to go talk to Renee.” Kevin doesn’t even acknowledge that Neil has spoken. This Neil thinks to himself is why Dan is captain, not you.

Renee and Allison are hanging out, perched in the windows, making commentary on the students walking on the sideways below them. Well, Allison is making commentary and Renee is trying to stop her from being mean. It’s a lost cause.

“Here he is! Ladies and ladies, may I present the Walking Wound Man of Palmetto State, the Stone Cold Survivor, Neil Josten!” Allison’s loud enough that the students outside look up at the window.

“Shhh!” Renee tries to shush Allison but she’s laughing too much. Neil shakes his head but lets Allison pull him into a side hug.

“Hey babe, what’s up? You come to hang out with the foxiest ladies in all of South Carolina, no, all of the world?” Allison plants a messy, boozy kiss on his cheek. Neil isn’t sure why Allison is day drinking but at least she’s in a happy place.

“I was wondering if Andrew went to class today.”

Allison wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. “One track mind, Josten, not attractive.”

“He wasn’t in class with me,” Renee offers, “but he texted me and said that he would need notes later. And homework. I haven’t seen him all day.”

“I haven’t either,” Allison comments, “but I try to avoid the twins at all costs.”

“Okay, thanks,” Neil starts heading for the door, “I’ve got to go… do some stuff. Allison, you’ll be sober tonight?”

Allison makes a raspberry and snorts, “As sober as Day. You’re not the boss of me yet, Neil.”

Neil nods and hurries out the door while he still can. Dan is going to have her hands full tonight.

He waits until his other suite mates have left for dinner before knocking on the bedroom door. He squats outside, ear pressed to the wood, listening for movement. There’s nothing.

“Andrew? Hey, babe, you going to let me in?” Nothing. “Kevin, Nicky, and Aaron went to dinner. It’s just me.” Nothing. Neil tries knocking again. Nothing. He calls Andrew’s cell. Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Now he’s starting to get a little panicked because Andrew doesn’t play the silent game, not like this. There’s a very real possibility that he can’t come to the door and Neil starts mentally running through a list of awful scenarios, starting with the worst: what if he’s dead? The thought, unlikely as it is, won’t be ignored.

“Andrew? I’m unlocking the door, okay?” His fingers are shaking as he gets the key in the lock.

The room is dark, the blinds closed and all the lights off. Neil flicks on a desk light and closes the door behind him. There’s a lump in Andrew’s bed. It’s not moving.

Neil tiptoes across the room, wary of waking Andrew if he’s asleep. They’ve come a long way but Andrew still reacts badly to being woken.

The blankets are pulled up over Andrew’s head, only tufts of blond hair peek out from below the heavy comforter. Neil hovers over the bed, trying to determine if Andrew is breathing.

“Andrew?” His voice is loud, not a shout but above normal talking volume. “Andrew Minyard if you’re alive, move! Or something.” He almost says please but he catches himself in time. There’s no movement so he moves on to more extreme measures, touching Andrew’s shoulder.

This produces a stunningly violent reaction. Andrew grabs Neil’s wrist, bending it back almost to the point of breaking. Although the grab was fast, the rest of his reactions are slower and he doesn’t look right…

“Andrew! God, it’s me! Neil. Shit, you’re hurting my wrist, Andrew.”

“Neil?” Andrew’s voice is hoarse and sluggish. He blinks slowly and wavers before releasing Neil and falling back onto the bed. “Thought I locked the door.”

Neil kneels on the bed next to Andrew. “You did. What’s up with that?” Andrew’s shivering violently, trying to pull the blankets back up around his face. Neil helps him and his fingers brush Andrew’s skin. “Oh my God, Andrew! You’re burning up.”

Andrew coughs weakly. “It’s just a fever. I’ll be fine.”

“What?” Neil grabs a bottle of water from his desk and hands it to Andrew. “That’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Just… using… your line,” Andrew mutters. His eyes are closed and Neil presses his palm to Andrew’s forehead, the heat coming off him is unreal.

“Well, I’m stupid, you’ve always said that,” Neil replies. “We’ve gotta get your fever down. How long has it been like this? Andrew?”

Andrew’s almost asleep again but he opens his eyes enough to glare at Neil. “I didn’t feel good this morning. That’s why I put your stuff out. So you don’t catch it.”

“Oh for fuck’s—” Neil fumes. He’s trying to remember every home remedy he and his mother used for treating fevers.

“Neil,” Andrew’s voice is weak and it makes Neil want to panic. Andrew is never weak. “Relax. I Googled this. Rest and fluids. See, I’m resting and,” he shakes the water bottle, “fluids. You’re keeping me from resting. Go away.”

“No.” Neil climbs back onto the bed, peering at Andrew like he can magically make him better just by being close to him.

“Ugh. Fuck off,” Andrew groans and covers his face up with blankets.

“Fine.” Neil slides off the bed but he doesn’t move from his post. He studies his phone, reading all the articles he can about fevers and related illness. He’s upset that there’s nothing he can do to help, Andrew’s already taking care of it just by sleeping and drinking. After a while he gives up and pulls a chair over. He can’t see Andrew, can’t touch him, all he can do is be there.

The minutes pass by slowly but Neil doesn’t really notice. He’s thinking about Andrew locking him out, about Andrew getting sick. He wants to ask Nicky what Andrew’s done before. As long as he’s know Andrew the sturdy goalkeeper has never gotten sick. Andrew has always been strong and reliable that way. Even after Drake, Andrew didn’t care about his wellbeing; he was too focused on Aaron. Neil hates that about Andrew, hates that the man he loves more than anything does so little to take care of himself. Like locking Neil out to keep him from catching whatever illness is wreaking havoc on Andrew’s immune system… god, Neil can’t believe it took him so long to figure it out.

When the guys come back from dinner Neil leaves his post, ready to get some answers from Nicky or Aaron. Both guys are in their room, arguing about movies and actors, until they see Neil. He’s annoyed that they aren’t immediately concerned about Andrew. He’s annoyed that both of them assumed that Andrew was fine and that he and Neil had fought. The amount of concern that either of them gives to their family is so lacking that it making Neil furious.

“Andrew’s sick,” Neil states, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at Nicky, then Aaron.

“No he’s not,” Aaron says dismissively. “Andrew doesn’t get sick.”

Nicky’s slightly more apologetic. “Really, Neil, he doesn’t. I’ve never had to take him to the doctor for being sick, I don’t think he’s ever gone to Abby, either.”

It takes all of Neil’s self-restraint not to yell. “You two are both assholes, you know that? Andrew has a fever of 101.2 right now!” He’s totally making that part up, but they don’t know that. “That’s why he’s been locked in the room all day, he doesn’t want to get us sick by spreading his germs.”

“The only germs he has he probably got from you!” Aaron’s voice is ugly, the unspoken accusation is uglier.

“Okay! Everyone calm the fuck down!” Nicky yells, getting between Aaron and Neil. “Aaron, you’re out of line. Neil, I totally believe you but what do you want us to do about it?”

“I just want…” Neil waves his hands over his head, feeling more worked up than he has in a long time. “I just want you to care. He’s been in there, alone, all day. Because that’s how he knows to take care of himself, by shutting himself up where he’s safe and no one can get to him. Do you get that? What do you think happened when he got sick as a kid? And he couldn’t—” Neil chokes on a sob and sits down hard, his back to the door. He didn’t mean to say that, didn’t mean to spout out the thoughts that have been torturing him, especially not to them.

Nicky and Aaron look ill, both of them exchange an uneasy look that says that they’ve tried not to think about Andrew’s childhood, especially after they all found out about Drake. Andrew won’t talk about it but Neil knows, he knows it was horrible.

“Neil,” Nicky reaches for him but Neil pulls away. “Neil, we didn’t know.” Neil snorts. The amount that Nicky and Aaron didn’t know, still don’t know, is unforgiveable.

Neil gets to his feet, brushes off his running shorts. “Whatever. You know now. Do better next time. Or don’t. Fuck you both.” He doesn’t slam the door on the way out because he doesn’t want it to accidentally wake Andrew.

He ignores Kevin on the way to the kitchen and grabs more waters and a bendy straw. He should probably eat but he’s too amped up from fighting with Nicky and Aaron and he wants to be with Andrew, just in case he wakes up.

Andrew is still sleeping so Neil settles back in the desk chair to wait, skimming over his textbooks but not really retaining what he reads. He ignores Kevin’s summons to attend practice, locking the door so the big striker won’t disturb Andrew. Around eleven Andrew wakes up and Neil hands him an opened bottle of water with a straw. Andrew rolls his eyes at the gesture but he still accepts it, chewing on the straw while he thirstily drinks almost the entire bottle.

“Are you hungry?” Neil asks. “We’ve got tomato soup I could heat up.”

Andrew shakes his head and leans back on the pillows. “You should go sleep on the couch.”

“Whatever.” Neil’s been resting half on the bed, arms folded on the blankets, head pillowed in the crook of his arm. “If I haven’t caught what you have yet then I’m not going to. Besides, the guys already think you hate me because you threw my stuff out.”

Andrew smirks a little. “I did not. If you opened your bag you would see that I nicely folded your clothes and put them in there.”

“Hmm. Yeah, we both know how good you are at riffling through people’s drawers.”

“You always have to bring that up.”

“Well.” Neil plucks at the blankets. He’s glad Andrew’s talking but he’s still worried and messed up about everything else. It’s taking a good deal of effort to keep his thoughts to himself; Andrew doesn’t need that burden now, maybe not ever.

“Neil.” Andrew’s fingers are in his hair and that feels nice, so nice that Neil thinks he could fall asleep just like this. “Junkie.” Neil turns his head to the side so he can see Andrew. His face is still flushed and his eyes are bright. Fever. “Either get on the bed or sleep on the floor. Sleeping in a chair is bad for your back.”

Neil doesn’t wait for Andrew to rescind his offer. He scoots onto the bed, still wearing his practice clothes. He snuggles in, but not too close. Andrew’s already overheated and he doesn’t need Neil’s body heat adding to it. Neil holds out his hand and Andrew takes it.

“Your hands are cold,” Andrew yawns.

“Mmmm,” Neil hums. “Your hands are hot.”

“They’re always like that.”

Neil huffs a quiet laugh and shifts around a bit more until he’s settled. He feels warm from the heat radiating off Andrew and he feels safe, but more than that he feels wanted and accepted. Andrew Minyard is a champion at pushing people away but for once he’s reaching out to pull someone closer. Neil doesn’t know how he got so lucky but he’s holding on and never letting go.

My favorite parts of the movie, Call Me by Your Name

This is INSANELY long (so obviously an insane amount of spoilers), jumbled, and in order of when I thought of each item (except for the Montaigne stuff) As long as this post is, there are tons of other moments that stick out, but one has to make choices! I tried to keep comparison to the book at a minimum as one can judge adaptations on their adherence/truthfulness to the source material or completely as its own thing (both are valid), and it’s easier to do the latter in this case. I’ve also kept it mostly positive, though as I’ve mentioned previously, I did have a few issues with the film (feel free to ask any questions you might have about that or anything else CMBYN related). Also, I need to see it again. As soon as possible.

*When Elio has the nosebleed (no footsie though ugh), he goes inside and sits on the floor and Oliver comes looking for him. The way Elio asks Oliver to sit with him breaks my heart. Just a subtle hint of plea. Everything that happens during that sit-down also fucked my life. It’s burned into my very being. Every look, kiss, touch, word.

* There’s this wonderful housefly that, throughout the movie, shows up occasionally to hang out with Elio when he’s thinking about Oliver. I could probably write a paper on what I think the significance of the fly is, and my feelings about the fly, but really, it was just a fly- a nice touch by either Luca or Ivory.

* The desperation in Elio’s kiss after he breaks down crying during the peach scene. How is Timothée not actually feeling that at that moment? Talk about acting. It was spectacular. Everything about his reaction was spectacular. The crying, the sad embarrassment for crying, the clutching at Oliver. (Aside:Oliver not eating the peach was unacceptable and Elio’s reaction being switched from being overwhelmed that someone felt something for him so strongly that they would do such a thing to being upset that Oliver is leaving soon was annoying.)

* The hilarious lunch conversation with the extremely talkative, not very polite, guests. This conversation needs to be witnessed and experienced, because it’s so funny. At some point they start insulting each other- someone gets called an “asshole” I think, but the expressions and tones of voice of everyone involved stay exactly the same, so it’s hard to even tell who’s being called an asshole, etc. Like this is just everyday conversation.

* After Elio says goodbye to Oliver at the train station, he sits around for a bit trying to process and calm down and then, because what else to do in this lovely family?, he calls his mom. As he asks her to come pick him up, he breaks down (I did, too). The shot is perfect. He’s in the phone booth and we’re outside and a bit away. He starts off the call facing us, but during the emotional bits, he turns his back. He’s hiding his crying from the world (including the viewer), but not from his mother, who can hear him losing it. This is a lovely private family moment, one of many that we’re privy to throughout the film.

* On Elio and Oliver’s trip, there’s a shot of Oliver’s face as Elio sleeps, looking completely at peace. Oliver is sitting on the bed, looking wrecked, and remorseful, and like he wants to stop what’s about to happen. The next scene is their goodbye hug at the train station. I wonder if Oliver sitting there that night knows that very soon he’s going to break Elio’s heart. Not just by leaving, but in telling him that he’s getting married (Over the phone? Really Oliver?) I’ve never been totally sure just how “on and off” Oliver and his future wife actually were. We never really get to know much about Oliver. In both the book and the movie, he’s more a mirror of Elio than a separate character. We only know him through and via Elio. So, in that way, is Oliver’s “on and off” relationship the same as Elio’s “on and off” relationship with Marzia? Where they hang out and fuck, but Elio holds back everything important? I don’t know.

* On the phone call when Oliver tells Elio he’s getting married, Oliver asks, “Do you mind?” A perfect, though strange, bit from the book to carry over- those are the words someone uses when asking permission to do something. What if Elio had said yes? Was Oliver seeking an admission that Elio loved him and wanted to be with him? Was he looking for an ego boost? Was he just asking an awkward question? Oliver is such a mystery to me.

*Anytime Armie/Oliver danced, I laughed. Man, that was some awful, but adorable dancing. The only time I didn’t laugh was when Elio got up on the dance floor and danced with Marzia right next to where Oliver was dancing. That time, I held my breath.

*The morning after they have sex (make love?) for the first time and Elio goes after Oliver into town. They walk a bit to have some privacy and while walking, for a few seconds they “hold hands” with just a finger or two tangled. So insanely lovely.

*After Oliver and Elio talk about how open Oliver is about showing his Judaism by wearing his Star of David, the next image is of Elio coming up for air while swimming in the lake, his Star of David around his neck. It’s a rebirth via water being symbolized, so a baptism of sorts. Oliver, simply by being Oliver, allowed so many hidden parts of Elio, parts Elio felt ashamed of, to be reborn into things that were not shameful, that were beautiful, things to be celebrated and nurtured.

*After Elio receives the note that they’ll meet at midnight and subsequently becomes seriously obsessed with his watch, they’re sitting outside, Oliver, Elio, and Elio’s mother. Elio gets up to leave the table and Oliver, so nonchalantly, asks Elio for the time. It’s such a sexy and funny way of Oliver reminding Elio what’s going to happen that night. And ratcheting up their respective anticipation.

*Sufjan. Sufjan. Sufjan. I can’t even.

*The way Elio says Oliver’s name. So often he says it as if he’s asking for everything he’s ever desired. There’s so much longing and affection.

*The sight and the sound of Oliver eagerly removing his belt the first night that he and Elio sleep together is super sexy. He’s kneeling over Elio, who’s lying between Oliver’s legs and they both look desperate. The sound and look of the leather as it’s being pulled quickly through Oliver’s belt loops is the perfect symbol for that desperation.

*It was completely genius, whoever’s decision it was, to have Elio constantly pressing himself against Oliver, whether it’s Elio’s head against Oliver’s chest or Elio’s whole body as he’s, literally, climbing Oliver, jumping into his arms, pulling Oliver against him as Elio leans back against a wall, etc. It’s like Elio is trying to absorb Oliver into himself. Like he can’t possibly ever get close enough. Like he wants to crawl inside Oliver and make himself a little home in his tummy or in his chest, by his heart- maybe take a nap surrounded by Oliver. Like he simply cannot get enough of this man.

*Elio’s hairstyle at the end of the movie & every single time Elio did his slide dance move. What glory was that?

*That one lovely shot of snow before the last scene. Foreshadowing the cooling off of Elio and Oliver’s relationship, and letting the viewer know that their summer, which was, vicariously, ours, is officially over. Also, snow is just beautiful.

*The night that Elio confesses his feelings to Oliver, Oliver comes back late. Elio, thinking that Oliver has been out with someone else, is restless in bed, and mutters, “Traitor,” as Oliver uses their adjoining bathroom. Then when Oliver closes the bathroom door without acknowledging Elio, Elio rolls over again says, sadly, “Traitor.” The word enlarges Elio’s desire- makes it so much more than just lust. He’s saying that they have something important together, something that can be betrayed. The fact that he doesn’t consider his actions with Marzia to be traitorous makes perfect sense to me. He knows his own feelings, that Oliver is, for whatever reason, infinitely more important to him than Marzia. But what Oliver feels is, at that time a mystery.

*Elio tells Oliver that they have to sit in the backseat of the car because Anchise usually drives as Elio’s father navigates. Then Elio’s father comes along and tells Anchise that he doesn’t need to drive and then invites Oliver into the front seat to be navigator. Elio is adorably upset that he doesn’t get to ride shotgun (understandably!). But also probably a bit unpleased that he doesn’t get to share that small backseat with Oliver. Ha.

*This part right here, when Elio asks for a truce and Oliver offers the hand of the statue. It should have been funny, but it was actually just very sweet and hurt my heart a bit.

*As Oliver and Elio leave on their trip, Chiara rides up on her bicycle. She’s late, though, and they’re already on the bus which is pulling away. The borderline sarcastic wave that Oliver gives her is pretty funny and Elio’s mother inviting Chiara to dinner with a thrown in, “Bring Marzia with you” is just ouch. But the look on Elio’s face as Oliver sits beside him, like this is everything. He’s sitting here with Oliver, going away with Oliver (!!!) and he seems so joyful, but also overwhelmed by that joy, and like he’s seconds away from crying. Lovely lovely acting by Tim.

* Elio’s father is pretty much perfect at fathering fatherly. And Michael Stuhlbarg is magnificent in this film. His final speech to Elio about Oliver, and love, and life is spectacular, both in the book and the film. The line that always makes me cry, whether reading, listening, or watching is:

We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new.

I’ve had one of those lives where this would have really been nice to hear when I was younger. But since I kind of want to rip out every memory I have of this book/movie, to cure myself of too many feelings, it might not have mattered.

* Also in Elio’s father speech is my favorite quote about love. I was ecstatic that it was in the book so having it in the movie made me doubly ecstatic. The quote, by Montaigne about his platonic male friend, is untranslated in the book (& I don’t know if anyone bothers to look that stuff up), while in the movie, there are subtitles (the translation in the movie is different than my preferred which is below, but whatevs). Below is a larger portion of the quote, the part in bold is the bit in the book/movie:

Si on me presse, continue-t-il, de dire pourquoi je l'aimais, je sens que cela ne se peut exprimer qu'en répondant: parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he, and because I was I.

From the book:

“You’re too smart not to know how rare, how special, what you two had was.”

“Oliver was Oliver,” I said, as if that summed things up.

“Parce que c’était lui, parce que c’était moi,” my father added, quoting Montaigne’s all-encompassing explanation for his friendship with Etienne de la Boétie.”

I can’t explain why I’ve loved particular people most in my life- we were just the kind of people who would love each other. We spoke to something in the other. I’ve always appreciated the joyful, but also, almost resigned (potentially tragic) quality of such an acknowledgement. “We were meant to love each other” alongside “I couldn’t have stopped it even if I’d tried.” It’s perfect for Elio and Oliver.

Unfaithful: Product of Love (Bill Skarsgård)


She stopped in her tracks, looking at Bill with a terrified expression. He had no idea what she had learned in the past few hours, but oh did it ever feel like he did.

“What… what are you doing here?” she asked, almost breathlessly. She was shocked by his presence, tall and domineering as he straightened from his casual position against the light grey wall beside her apartment door.

He slowly walked towards her, closing the gap between them. She bit her lip and crossed her arms under her chest protectively, gripping onto the dark wool fabric with her fingers. His movements scared her, like she was going to spill the truth the second he looked down at her with those pale green orbs. When he did, she finally saw how intense they were. She took a deep breath.

“You haven’t been answering my calls. We were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, remember?” He reminded her, tone a bit angered, “You said that we could talk about this.”

He was very close to her now, only a single person could squeeze through the gap between them if they tried hard enough. The closeness never would have bothered her before, if anything, she would have been desperate for him to be even nearer. She craved the way he touched her, slow and deliberate to quick and hot per her request.

She simply nodded at his remark, knowing that she was in the wrong. “I know, I’m sorry. I left my phone inside the apartment when I went out for a walk. I should have brought it with me,” she apologized, meeting his gaze.

“It’s fine,” he waved her apology off, “Can we please speak now?”

She looked down and gave him a slight nod, unable to watch him as she did so.

She fished her silver keys out from her jacket pocket and stepped to the side, walking around him to get to the door. He turned and followed her, watching as she shoved the key into the lock and twisted it. The metal clicked and she pushed the front door open, stepping into the apartment then holding the door open for him to follow.

He gave her a polite nod and strolled back into his old home, finding that it looked exactly the same. She had not decorated or renovated in the time he had been gone, every piece of furniture still sat in its original spot and she continued to place her coat on the same hook she always had. It appeared as though she had simply moved on without him. It pained his heart.

“Do you want to sit? Maybe in the uh- living room?” she suggested, biting her lip and fiddling with her fingers nervously.

“Sure,” he agreed, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the hook beside hers.

She wandered down the hallway, past the kitchen and into the large living area. She took a seat on the black leather sofa, crossing her legs as she did so. It’s time to face him. Bill appeared not a few moments later in the doorframe, looked at his lover, then sat down opposite to her in a cushioned chair. He leaned back into the plush fabric.

She continued to fiddle her fingers, twisting the two gold rings around her smooth skin in an attempt to distance herself from him.

“Why have you been dodging me?” he broke the silence, causing her to stop what she was doing.

Her whole body went rigid. There was no way she was going to tell him what was going on in her mind - her body. She couldn’t bear to speak about the baby yet. No, she would not say what the exact reason was for her cancellation on this day.

“Why do you think, Bill? You cheated on me,” she said emotionlessly. It was like all of the anger and frustration had left her body, leaving her only with the sad fact: Bill cheated. All of the passion and intensity that occurred when he first told her the news was gone, only two sad and lonely people were left in its wake. She sounded exhausted, no longer in the mood to deal with the situation. It had only been just over a week, but it felt like a lifetime.

“You agreed to a dinner where we could discuss this like adults. Instead, you’ve ignored me all day,” he scolded, earning a sharp look from her.

“Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me that I was acting childish? Really, Bill? I am the child even though you couldn’t keep it in your pants? Makes sense,” she refuted harshly.

He sighed, running a hand through his styled brown locks, “I know. I know that I fucked someone else, but you promised-”

I promised to fucking love you forever and so did you,” she firmly cut him off. “We always spoke about the wonderful future we could have, a cottage, marriage and… children,” she swallowed deeply, knowing that the last fantasy was now a reality, yet not in the way they had hoped for.

He couldn’t stand it anymore, listening to her spell out all these futures as if they were no longer achievable. Despite his actions, he loved her more than anything. He would never feel the same way about anyone else, no matter what that night at the club had shown. He was riled with a passion that forced him to stand, stride around the coffee table and kneel down in front of her.

She looked down at him in awe, lips parted and brows drawn in. Never before had he looked so small, so in need of her affections. Bill, typically the embodiment of honour and loyalty, knelt before her in shame, so desperately sorry for what he had done to her. He took her small hands in his large ones and gave them a squeeze. His head dipped forward and forehead met her knee, leaving him completely bowed to her. He would do anything - anything - it took to get her back.

She allowed him to do this, to hold her hands and bury his face into her jean-clothed legs. Yet she stared down at him in utter confusion, not knowing what had came over him. Faintly, she could hear his sobs. His body soon became wracked with them.

I love you, I love you, I love you,” he cried into her legs. “I am… so sorry, for all the harm I’ve inflicted on you. She meant nothing to me, absolutely nothing. It’s you that I love and always will,” he regretted, finally tilting his head up so his eyes could meet hers.

She took a deep breath, absorbed everything, and tears glazed over her eyes. “Why…” she began, her eyes darting away from his. “Why wasn’t I good enough?” she whispered, so quietly he almost didn’t hear her.

His expression instantly changed into one of worry, eyes wide and lips parted. “No, no, no. Sweetheart,” he soothed her, long fingers moving to wipe the tears that rolled down her cheeks. He felt awful. Somehow, he had made her believe she wasn’t worthy of him, when in actuality, it was him that wasn’t good enough for her.

She sniffled. “She must have been prettier, sexier, taller,” he shook his head repeatedly, but she continued on, “You told me you wanted to get married, spend every single day of the rest of your life with me. You once said that I was the only woman you would want to have your children. What happened, Bill? Why wasn’t I good enough?” She wept, tears now cascading down her beautiful face.

His eyes got wet. “No, Darling. Please. You are perfect,” he assured her, his hold on her hands growing tighter. He stared up at her, pleading for her eyes to meet his.

She yanked her hands out of his and stood. Brushing him aside, she strode to the window, the same one she looked out of one very rainy night not long ago, and clamped a hand over her mouth. Her sobs were muffled as she looked out the window and cried. The sky was grim and dreary. Soon, thunder would begin to rumble and bring an evening shower over Stockholm.

Clearly not,” she retorted, “If I was, why would you want someone else?”

He pushed himself off his knees and rose until he was straight again. “I don’t want anyone else. Do you hear me? No one,” he declared, “You are mine and I am yours.

A package of cigarettes on the desk to her left caught her eye and before she could register what she was doing, she snagged it. Tearing the top off, she fished out a cigarette and stuck it between her lips. She reached down to her pocket in search of her lighter, but froze when she felt it missing. Of course she no longer carried her lighter, she was ashamed that she had forgotten why in the heat of the moment.

Please don’t,” he pleaded, hating himself more by the minute as he watched her prepare to light the smoke.

Completely ignoring Bill, she pulled the cigarette from her lips and dropped it immediately. Her eyes were wide as she fully comprehended what she had almost done. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes and she sniffled, glad the cigarette was no longer between her fingers.

Y/N?” he asked, terrified, as he watched her sink to the floor, hugging her body tightly.

She cried. She cried for herself, Bill and their unborn child. Every emotion she had felt for the past one and a half weeks spilled out of her body in the form of tears.

He fell to the hardwood floor beside her and took her into his arms. She didn’t protest, only allowed him to clutch her smaller body in his strong, long arms. The feeling was comforting yet foreign. She had spent countless nights, received console and had moments of pure bliss in his arms.

Sweetheart,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. He took a deep breath to compose himself, “Tell me what’s going on.” He knew she wasn’t the one to get overly upset about things, even something as important as his faithfulness. He knew that something else must be weighing on her mind.

Her cheek was pressed into his clothed chest, wetting the cotton fabric with her tears. She hated to admit that the comfort of his arms was beginning to overcome the anger she was feeling towards him. Yet, she didn’t want him to know about her secret, hoping to keep it to herself for as long as possible.

“No. I… I can’t, Bill. You should leave,” she spoke, pulling her head off his chest and wiping her eyes.

He didn’t allow her to move far, keeping his grip on her body the exact same. “No. I’m not leaving you alone,” he pressed, “Not like this.”

“Bill…” she urged softly, wanting him to leave her.

No,” he stated, firm and authoritative, “You mean the world to me. I’m not going to leave you alone in this state.”

Her head fell back into his chest, utterly exhausted and defeated. There was no way he would agree to her pleas, so it was not worth trying.

She sniffled and he stroked her hair. “I need some time alone for awhile. I have… some personal matters to take care of, Bill,” she explained slowly, making sure to choose her words carefully.

He stopped combing his fingers through her hair and moved them down to to face, caressing the smooth skin of her cheek. “What is it? What’s going on?” he inquired. His eyebrows drew in and a faint look of concern presented itself on his striking features.

She shook her head and took a hold of his fingers, moving them away from her skin; she didn’t want him to touch her now. “It’s fine, Bill. I have it under control,” she assured him.

“Does it concern me?” he dared to ask, respectfully keeping his hand by his side.

She couldn’t meet his eyes, realizing it was a lot harder to lie to him than she imagined. They had always told each other the truth, no matter how hard it was to hear. It was that promise that made him tell her what happened that night at the club, instead of withholding the information. Honesty helped fortify their relationship, then brought it crashing down years later.

Slowly, she untangled his arms from her waist and slid out of his grip. She rose to her feet and padded back to the window, arms crossed under her breasts. He mirrored her movements, rising to his feet soon after.

“Does it?” he asked quietly, knowing in his heart that it did.

Instead of shaking her head, she gave him a slight nod, confirming his suspicions.

He calmly walked towards her, watching as she leaned back against the wooden window frame, and stopped a few paces before her. He looked at her expectantly, urging her to tell him what was happening.

She folded her arms tighter under her chest. Now or never…

The bedroom was completely dark, only lit by the moon shining through the large window.

Bill was pressing soft, close-mouthed kisses onto the smooth skin over her stomach. His elbows were propped up on the sheets, one on either side of her, holding his weight as he leaned his body back.

Bill,” she gently moaned. He looked up at her from his spot on her lower body. “I’m not pregnant yet,” she reminded him.

He pressed a final kiss to her stomach, lingering there for a few moments, then advanced back up her body. His lips captured hers and she smiled into the kiss, feeling his hand slip back down her neck, collarbone and breasts, until it reached her stomach. She laughed against his lips, her own forming a small grin.

He removed his full lips from hers and looked down at her, watching her smile grow wider. “You don’t know that,” he teasingly protested, “You could be pregnant right now.”

She laughed. “I suppose so,” she agreed.

He continued to stroke her stomach as he leaned back down onto the mattress, his hand re-warming her skin that had just began to cool down.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?"she wondered, gazing up at the ceiling as she laid on her back.

He moved onto his side, body facing hers. "One of each,” he quipped, resulting in a playful strike on his chest from his lover.

“Don’t be greedy,” she laughed, eyes gleaming as she turned her head to the side to face him.

He smiled. “It doesn’t matter to me. They’ll be beautiful either way, just like their mother,” he answered truthfully.

She caressed his cheek with the pads of her fingers, carefully grazing over the pronounced bone structure. “They’ll look like you no matter what; you know your genes are remarkably strong.” she teased, yet it really wasn’t a lie. All of his brothers and sisters looked strangely similar, making it clear that his genes were most likely the dominant.

He nodded, knowing she was speaking the truth. “They’ll be just like you, then; kind… loving… and intelligent,” he leisurely listed.

She smiled and leaned over him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you,” she said.

He flipped them over, her body now underneath his for the second time that night. “I love you,” he echoed, wrapping her legs around his hips.

She looked at him, a confused look on her face. “Again?” she wondered.

In response, he simply placed his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately as he pushed himself inside of her. A sharp moan slipped from his lover’s lips as he slowly began to roll his hips against hers.

“We might as well improve our chances,” he reasoned.

She held onto his upper back tightly, her hands moving up and down with his actions. He took his time with her, feeling no need to rush anything. He planned on showing her how much he loved her, and the child that would soon develop inside of her.

Once they finished, Bill pulled her chest flush against his and slowly traced his fingers along her spine.

Soon, they dozed off into a pleasant sleep, each of them having no idea that they had just conceived.

Now, they both had all they could ever ask for in one room.

Unfortunately, neither of them knew that.

She took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever was to follow. She hesitantly met his gaze, “Bill… I-” she looked down, “I’m pregnant.”

The whole atmosphere changed, going from tense to void of all emotion. She continued to stare at the wooden floorboards, having no idea what his reaction was.

“You’re… Are you certain?” he checked.

She scoffed, meeting his eyes once again. “Of course I’m certain, Bill. I wouldn’t tell you if I wasn’t-”

He was in front of her in two easy steps, hands cupping her cheeks and lips pressed against hers, effectively cutting her off. She pushed him back, hands spread out on his chest.

“What… what are you doing?” she questioned, her voice thick with emotion.

He removed her hands from his chest and took them in his own before smiling. “I love you so much. I love you and I love our baby. I will do anything - anything - to prove myself to you,” he said passionately, eyes staring straight inside of her.

“I- I,” she stuttered, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Her words came out thickly, “I love you, Bill. I hate that I do but… there’s nobody else; there will never be someone else, only you.”

They looked at each other in silence for a few moments, each of them taking in what had just happened. They were going to be parents, she still loved him and he would do anything to show her how he felt. A once loving relationship was now beginning to mend.

He spread out his arms for her. With a weak smile, she slipped into them, a sigh of content falling from her lips when his long arms circled around her back, holding her tightly.

“A baby, Bill. Our own baby,” she wept happily, tears of joy sliding down her cheeks.

He wiped them away with the pad of his thumb, tearfully smiling as well. “Oh, God. I love you so much, Darling. Always,” he promised, planting a kiss on her forehead.

I love you, Bill.”

He sniffled, “I love you.”

She held the youngest Skarsgård, Kolbjörn, in her arms and bounced him on her knee. He giggled, his face filled with a innocent, childish joy. Little Kolbjörn loved her very much, along with Ossain, who was equally fascinated by her. Maybe it was because she was newer, more fresh and exciting to them than their half brothers and sister, but either way, they were always pleased when Bill brought her around.

“Y/N?” Kolbjörn called softly, gaining her attention and she paused her conversation with Alexander.

“Yes?” she asked, tilting her head down to meet his eyes.

“Will we have cake soon?” he wondered impatiently.

She let out a small laugh, eyes gleaming as she kept bouncing the child on her leg. “Soon,” she promised. “Your parents and siblings are still cleaning up the kitchen. Except Alexander because he’s lazy,” she teased, earning a wide grin from Kolbjörn and a laugh from the eldest Skarsgård son.

“I’m tired,” Kolbjörn complained.

She stopped bouncing him. “Do you want to nap for a bit? I can take you upstairs?” she suggested.

He shook his little head and leaned into her chest. “Can I stay with you?” he asked.

She rubbed his back, allowing his cheek to rest just under her collarbone. “Of course,” she assured him.

Kolbjörn closed his eyes and dozed off, leaving her to look up at Alexander and smile. She continued to softly stroke his back when his breaths became slower. His gentle breathing sent warm air fanning over her skin.

She was so entranced by the small child which she held to her chest, that she didn’t hear Bill wander into the room.

“Hej,” Alexander casually acknowledged his brother. This caught her attention.

She lifted her eyes to peer at her boyfriend, who muttered back a faint hello to Alexander, before looking to her. She noted that he was now staring at her intently. His pale green orbs got darker with intensity as he crossed his arms and leaned against the beige wall, watching her cradle his half-brother.

He couldn’t help but feel a stir deep in his stomach as he watched the two. It was not a pang of desire - rather a strong sense of motivation after seeing how wonderful she looked with a boy just older than a baby in her arms. Kolbjörn’s cheek was pressed against her exposed skin and he had his small arms in the valley of her breasts as he slept soundly. He knew she would be the mother who bore his children.

She looked at him timidly, but held his intense stare, still unconsciously stroking his half-brother’s back. For a moment, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Kolbjörn was their child, or if they had a baby of their own. She knew exactly what he was thinking: they should have children of their own soon. He wanted kids, that was no surprise, but this was the first time he had actually seen her with one and it only confirmed that she would make an excellent mother.

“Dad, uh- wants you in the kitchen to help prepare the cake,” Bill said.

She nodded. Wrapping her arms around Kolbjörn’s tiny body, she slowly stood from the sofa, as not to wake him, and strolled over to her lover. His eyes were wide as she came closer to him, cradling the younger Skarsgård against her chest.

She stood right in front of him and looked up at him nervously. “Will you take him? He’s… really tired,” she explained, taking a deep breath.

Bill nodded, his eyes still on hers, and extended his arms. Carefully, not wanting to disturb Kolbjörn’s sleep, she slipped the boy into Bill’s arms. Instinctively, he took a proper hold of the boy and held him to his chest, Kolbjörn’s small head resting in the crook of Bill’s neck. She felt compelled to look up, her hands still holding the young boy’s waist, and finally met Bill’s gaze. She inhaled sharply; an outsider would assume that was their child and she, the mother, was handing the boy off to him, the father, so she could move to another task. She sensed that he felt this way too, like Kolbjörn could be their own.

“Got him?” She asked quietly.

Bill nodded and she slowly slid her hands off the boy’s waist.

Giving her lover a nervous smile, she padded off to the kitchen to help Stellan, leaving Bill with his youngest and eldest brothers. He took a seat on the couch beside Alexander and leaned back against the plush cushion.

“One day, brother,” Alexander spoke with a grin.

Bill raised a brow.

“You’ll be the one give Dad his second grandchild, a grandson most likely with our track record,” his eldest brother joked.

Bill looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms and saw him in a way he never had before.

“Maybe,” he agreed, staring at the small boy’s closed eyes.

“I wish you both the best; she’s a sweet girl,” Alexander pointed out, “Dad loves her and that right there makes her a keeper.”

Bill laughed and Kolbjörn stirred in his arms. “I want one. I’m ready,” he told his older brother, turning his head to look at him.

Alexander thought about those statements. “Is she?” he wondered.

Bill looked down at his baby brother.

“I hope so.”

“I’m glad you came here tonight,” she mumbled into his chest.

He smiled, knowing that she could not even begin to imagine how much he loved her. “Can I stay?” he dared to ask.

She considered his request for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. It’s been to long,” she confessed.

Bill knelt in front of her, balanced himself on his knees, then reached to take her hips into his hands. She watched as he slowly lifted up her blouse, letting the cool air hit her skin, then pressed his lips to her belly. She carded a hand through his hair, sighing in content at the feeling of his lips running over her skin. It really had been too long.

“I love you too,” he whispered into her skin.

Her heart was overwhelmed with happiness at his words; he was there for the long haul. They would have their first child, get married, have more children, then watch them grow until they became adults themselves, no longer in need of parents. Their children would go on to find a love of their own.

His eyes flickered up, meeting hers. He pressed another kiss to her stomach and she smiled.

They had found each other again.

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Characters – Dean x Reader

Summary – Children can be so cruel; can Dean make it all better?

Word Count – 2,187

Warnings – Is Daddy!Dean a warning?  I think Daddy!Dean should be a warning…

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Dean truly loved the life he had now, but he was about to pull his hair out in frustration.  You were away visiting relatives out of state, and he was left as the sole caretaker of your six-year-old daughter for the week.  He was at a loss to figure out how to do the fishtail braid that the little girl was demanding he put into her hair.  

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Pushing his hand through his hair, Sehun laughed as he elbowed Chanyeol in the ribs, eyes becoming crescents as his cheeks rounded out. Chanyeol laughed and bade him farewell, exiting the bar. Sehun’s cheeks felt warm as he paid his tab and shrugged his jacket on. He was still tugging at the strands of his hair, freshly dyed and still a little bit startling to see in the mirror that hung behind the shelves of the bar.

He ducked his head as he exited the building, handing the ticket to the valet. Sehun shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the valet stared at him briefly, probably recognizing him, before excusing himself in embarrassment and stalking off to fetch Sehun’s car. Sighing, he leaned against the brick facade of the bar, his lower lip jutting out. He thought about Chanyeol, his wild story about his dream the night before last, and how jealous Sehun was that Chanyeol’s hair was dyed an exciting red and his was simply bleached white.

Remembering something that he had meant to tell him earlier but had forgotten, he grinned and fished his phone out of his pocket. The bright light of the lockscreen temporarily blinded him as he blinked dumbly a few times. Staring back at him was a picture of himself, grinning widely, his arms slung around you as you hid your face in his neck.

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She laughs, sitting up slightly so the blanket slips off her shoulders and pools around her waist. “No. Dracarys.”

“That’s what I said.”

“That’s not what you said. It’s more of a…” She rolls her rs in a way he’s never going to be able to. “Dracarys. Try it again.”

He does, and sends her into hysterics. “I’m so glad you find this so funny, your Grace.”

“Your Grace. We’re back to that now, are we?” She presses her lips to his and he feels any lingering tension in his body drain away. She tends to have that effect on him. “I know you’re trying your best.” She says a string of High Valyrian, and he’s not sure but he thinks she might be insulting him. “The dragonlords always trained their dragons in High Valyrian. It’s how these things are done.”

“Why? Because a simple ‘burn them alive’ isn’t good enough?”

“Precisely. Now, try it again. Dracarys.”


She still looks like she wants to laugh, but she’s managing to hold it in. “Better. Slightly.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re awful at it.” She leans in to kiss the side of his head, right at his hairline-how is he ever supposed to learn anything when she’s constantly distracting him like this? “You do want to ride a dragon, don’t you?”

“I thought I already had.” She throws a pillow at his face and he has to duck. It feels good to laugh with her now, to pretend that all is right with the world even though nothing is. “Several times.”

“You’re the impossible one.” She settles down next to him again, resting her head on the curve of his collarbone and letting her eyes flutter shut when his arm falls around her protectively. It comes almost second nature to him now, to hold her this way, to wake up in the morning with her in his arms. “We’ll stop for tonight.”

He presses a kiss to her forehead. “We’re not stopping until I get this right.”

She rolls her eyes. “Dracarys.”



They go over a few other phrases-phrases for flying, for landing, for slowing down and speeding up, for going higher and lower. The intention is the most important, Dany says; usually the dragons can understand what you need of them with just a tap of a scale or the squeeze of a knee. Confidence is key. The dragons thrive on it. 

“You’re ready,” she says, finally. “Tomorrow, we’ll get you on Rhaegal.”

He feels his heart jump excitedly. “Are you sure? My Valyrian is better?”

“It’s awful, but…it’s passable. Besides, there’s no time. Every day we waste…” He finishes the sentence for her: the closer their enemy comes, and the more outmatched they are. “Try and sleep now.” They kiss one last time and she lies down next to him and blows out the candle; she turns over and falls asleep almost immediately. It has been a busy day, full of stress and fear and worry. He doesn’t blame her for being tired; he knows that he is too. 

But he can’t sleep. Not yet. 

He waits until her breathing has evened out into the ease of sleep before he gets out of bed, pulling on an extra cloak and banking the fire as he leaves. The castle corridors are dark and quiet, with only a few guards standing here and there to nod to him as he passes by. 

Winterfell’s library is just as he remembers it-maybe a few more books have dust on their jackets, but that’s about all. He can think back to the days he spent here with his siblings, attending his lessons. How things have changed. They’ll never ever be the same again, no matter how many years pass. They’ll never be the children they once were. And he misses those children, more than he cares to admit. 

There aren’t many books on Valyria and High Valyrian but he finds them all and studies them until his candle burns down to nearly the wick. He repeats the words over and over again until they lose all meaning, until they’re just syllables pushed together to form words. He says them until they’re second nature, trying to copy Dany’s accent, trying to place the inflection on the right syllables. 

He would stay up until dawn if he could but when he gets so tired the words blur in front of him he forces himself to go back to his bedroom because he can’t fall asleep there. If Dany wakes up during the night, or in the morning, and doesn’t see him next to her…she’ll panic. He knows, because he would do the same. 

He thinks he talks in his sleep. The extra practice can’t hurt. 

The next day, everyone wants to see the king mount his dragon for the first time. Sansa and Arya have to threaten everyone to stay away from the cliff where the dragons take off and make their landings so Dany and Jon will have privacy; it’s not the kind of thing that’s easy to focus on with people around. And then of course the dragons are out for hours-because this can’t be easy for Jon. He still needs to have a day where he frets and worries. Maybe Dany is wrong. Maybe only being half a Targaryen isn’t good enough. Maybe he’s not meant to be a dragon rider at all. 

But it’s worth it when he wakes up before Dany and greets her by saying Hello, my love. How was your sleep? There’s a look of disbelief that goes through her eyes, followed almost immediately by joy. What? Still passable?

Not too bad. He loves to impress her, however he can. 

He thinks that maybe it would be best if they went for a ride on Drogon together first, just so he gets used to the feeling. But Dany refuses-this is something he has to experience for himself, once and for all. It’s not the same, the takeoff and landing…it has to be his. 

So now he finds himself walking over to Rhaegal, all of Dany’s tips flashing through his head like lightning-bright and impulsive but flickering out of sight before he can process them. Stand up straight, make eye contact, take slow movements, don’t hold on too tight… 

Rhaegal greets him by thumping his tail against the ground and tossing his head like Ghost does when he wants attention. Jon has grown to love the green dragon; he’s all bluster and no bite, as Dany would say, and he thrives on attention. Ever since their trip to the Wall he’s been quieter, more reserved-he misses his brother, just like they all do. Jon has never seen a dragon depressed before, but Dany seems convinced that Rhaegal is going in that direction and gaining a new rider will cheer him up immensely. 

Smile. You’re not on death’s door. Theoretically. He smiles. “Woah there.”

Rhaegal nuzzles him, nearly knocking him over in his excitement. Then he does something Jon knows he’s never done before-he licks him, almost knocking him over again because Rhaegal is a sizable dragon and his tongue is just as large. Jon can’t help it-he laughs. From behind him, he hears Dany laugh too. She’s already climbed onto Drogon’s back, but her posture isn’t stiff and rigid like it is when she rides the dragon into battle. She’s sitting almost sidesaddle, stroking Drogon’s head absentmindedly, and her eyes are sparkling. He still can’t believe she smiles like that. Just for him. 

He stretches out a hand tentatively and Rhaegal rubs against it, eyes full of love. Then Jon looks for the scale above his foreleg that Dany told him about, which makes a good footrest. It takes him a minute but eventually he finds it-and it takes him another five minutes to figure out how to swing himself onto the dragon’s back without ripping himself open on the scales. Rhaegal doesn’t make it easy either; he’s practically jumping up and down with excitement and Jon practically has to yell the word for ‘mount’ before it sinks in. And when it finally does, the dragon kneels so enthusiastically he almost gets crushed. Dany is laughing again, her voice high and clear on the cold wind. 

As it happens, Jon only gets a few minor scratches-which Dany assured him would happen. And then he’s sitting on the dragon’s broad, massive back-looking around him at the world below, which seems so much smaller. Rhaegal’s body moves underneath him with each of the dragon’s breaths and he has to hold on so he doesn’t fall off, but he doesn’t grab too tightly for fear of hurting his mount. Rhaegal is almost trembling; he keeps straining his head back to look at Jon, probably trying to decide if there’s a way he can lick him. 

Dany says more Valyrian that the wind snatches away and then she and Drogon are off the ground, moving in one even and synchronized movement. “Come on!” They dart away, flying north on Drogon’s powerful wingbeats. 

“Soves,” Jon mutters, gripping on as tightly as he dares. When Rhaegal doesn’t do anything, he says it again, louder. “Soves!” 

The dragon’s ears prick up-and then he’s running towards the edge of the cliff, faster and faster, making happy chuffing sounds. But right before he can reach the edge and take off, he stops so quickly that Jon slams forward and almost disembowels himself on a spine frill. Ow. 

Rhaegal looks back at him curiously, as if to say Are you sure? Jon wishes he could say what he’s really thinking, but instead he nods again and yells “Soves!” so loudly he hopes they hear it back at Winterfell. Confidence, confidence, confidence. He holds his breath but it seems to work; Rhaegal takes off and then tucks his wings in, free falling towards the water hundreds of feet below. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He tries not to yell out. He doesn’t succeed. 

But just before they hit the water Rhaegal’s wings flash out and press downwards in one stroke that awes Jon with its raw power-and then they’re soaring upwards, over the ships and houses of White Harbor, up into the overcast sky. Rhaegal moves smoothly, without hesitation, riding the wind currents and letting out little cries of pleasure. 

After a while it doesn’t occur to Jon to be nervous anymore. He doesn’t know how he can be nervous when the dragon so obviously isn’t. 

Drogon circles around to join them and the two dragons spend the rest of the afternoon playing-they dart down to the water and back up so fast it makes Jon’s heads spin, or soar so low over the empty forest that he can see the tips of the trees brush their scaled bellies. They are the kings of the skies-and Jon feels like he’s part of it too, in the smallest of ways. After a while he stops thinking he’ll fall off because it’s obvious that he’s not in charge, even though he’ll sometimes tell Rhaegal to go high or low to avoid a cabin or a frozen lake. Rhaegal is calling the shots, and Rhaegal won’t let him fall. 

Suddenly it seems like the most natural thing in the world to be doing. Now he knows why Dany loves riding, because he’s never felt like he could reach out and touch a cloud before. 

When they disembark much later, half frozen through, their hair messy from being torn apart by the wind, they’re both laughing. 

She embraces him as soon as they get inside the Great Hall. “You were amazing.”

“A pity that more dragons aren’t around to share it.” 

She shakes her head. “Not yet. But there will be, someday.” 

It never occurs to him to not believe it, that it’s just something they want to happen. He’s ridden a dragon now. He’ll ride a dragon again. If that’s real, how can anything else not be? 

Yes, magic does have its perks. There are few of them, but they’re absolutely incredible. 

I’ve got to stop writing about Rhaegal because it’s going to make it worse when he probably inevitably dies shit. I love him. He’s so sweet and adorable. Jon is a lucky, lucky man. 

Jon speaking Valyrian is my aesthetic (and also Dany’s). I want to write more of it/Dany teaching him…ahh maybe headcanons?? I can get to those faster.

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Between The Sheets

Here is part two in the “Our Girl” series.   

Read “Movie Night”

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1028

Warning: Smut, threesome, (no wincest, but it’s oh so hinted and I didn’t mean to…because I can’t…but it’s there…oh gosh…), anal, vaginal, double penetration

A/N: This is an open series. You can request things for it at any time. It’ll probably be open for a while, so request away!
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know. :)

        You could feel both of them surrounding you. Sam kissing across your shoulders; Dean kissing across your collarbone. Hands splayed across your stomach and back. You didn’t know where one of them ended and the other began.

           You sighed happily, letting your eyes flutter open. You looked down slightly to see Dean smirking at you, “Good morning, Sweetheart.”

           “What a way to wake up,” you smiled.

           Sam sucked a spot on the back of your neck just right, making you moan softly, “Thought you’d enjoy this.”

           You were putty in their hands and they knew it, “I’m a lucky girl,” you smiled, feeling them run their hands down your body.

           “Glad you think so,” Dean kissed your lips.

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Hiraeth | Pt.10

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt.10 | pt.11

Words: 7,272.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language and violent themes).

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get up// simon minter

i’m sorry for how short this is but i couldn’t think how to make it any longer. i haven’t posted any imagines for a while and i really wanted to, so here’s a very shitty simon one. also, i got a lot of inspiration from this post!

requests are open!
love you all xo

Simon Minter was probably the hardest person to wake up in the entire world and you hated when the responsibility fell onto your shoulders to wake him up. Usually, if he was being difficult, you would just leave him but because the two of you were driving down to your hometown for the weekend, you had to power through.

You took a deep breath before approaching your best friend who was curled up in the middle of his bed, his silver hair peeking out from underneath the covers. “Simon,” you sang quietly. “It’s time to get up.”

Receiving nothing but a groan in return you rolled your eyes before nudging him lightly as you kneeled on his bed. “Simon, we need to leave in less than an hour if we want to get there in time for dinner.” Again, he groaned from underneath the covers and buried his face deeper into his pillow. “Fine, if you really want to be difficult.”

Within a second, you had pulled the covers away from Simon, laughing loudly as he let out a high-pitched squeal before he sat up and glared at you. “I don’t like you,” he croaked, his voice laced with the early morning.

You know you love me,” you scoffed as you sat next to him on his bed. He fell back against his pillows and pulled you down with him, resulting in a cry of protest from you. “No, we need to go!”

“Shh, just five more minutes.” His words were muffled due to your hair, his breath against your neck caused a shiver to run down your spine.

You sighed in defeat once he began to trace his fingers on the exposed skin of your waist; he knew that would instantly get you to relax. You and Simon had grown up together, so there was probably nothing that you two didn’t know about each other. Other than the fact that, after over twenty years, you still didn’t know a useful way to wake him up.

Just as you were beginning to drift off, Simon’s quiet voice broke the silence. “(Y/N)? Is that my new t-shirt?”

A grin broke across your face as the question passed his lips, it wasn’t an unusual thing for you to steal Simon’s clothes but there was an unspoken rule for you to at least let him wear them once before you claimed them as your own. “Maybe.”

“I’ll let you off this time, babe, but only because it looks better on you than it ever would on me.” For a reason you were clueless about, your cheeks began to burn at his words and of course, he noticed. “Are you blushing?”

“No, you are,” you groaned at your weak reply, and he looked at you with a stupid smirk on his face, “shut up, Minter.” You hid your red face in his pillow and Simon’s familiar smell instantly clouded your senses as you tried to ignore his teasing laughter.

Aw! (Y/N)’s blushing!” Simon sang, poking your side and grinning when you squealed.

“I hate you so much.”

You know you love me,” he throws your earlier words back at you with a wink. You laugh loudly and push his shoulder lightly, but obviously Simon over exaggerates and dramatically rolls himself to the other side of the bed with a loud yell.

“Why do I still put up with you? You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” Simon says smiling, before pulling you into his side and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You can’t fight the beaming smile off your face as you lean your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat speed up slightly as you run your fingers gently through his hair. You would love to stay like this all day, in the arms of the one person you will always love, not caring whether he loved you back the same way. However, you both needed to be up and out within the next twenty or so minutes.

“Okay, you’ve had enough time to wake up,” you say as you sit up and stretch. “Get in the shower, we need to leave soon.”

“Alright, but (Y/N), one more thing,” Simon speaks, his voice sounding a little deeper than usual.

“Yeah?” You turn around, only to be greeted by Simon eagerly pressing his lips on yours. You froze, shocked by his sudden actions but you quickly reciprocated, placing your hands on either side of his face and climbing onto his lap. He slowly moved his hands underneath his t shirt and onto your hips, repeating his actions from earlier and tracing patters against your skin. A few seconds later, you both pull away breathless and a little dizzy.

Maybe we can be a little late,” you mumble causing Simon’s laugh to echo around his room until you pulled his mouth back on yours.

viii. “what the fuck happened to your face?”

This has been sitting in my ask for a few weeks. I apologize for not being able to write this anytime sooner but you know, college sucks. Please, don’t feel like I’m ignoring you, I promise I’ll be finishing everything I’ve got left. Anyway, here it is. I hope you like it. Please let me know if you don’t like it, or if you think the smut part wasn’t right. I don’t usually write smut that’s “explicit” but I want to give it a try, and I need to know what direction to take.

“What the fuck happened to your face?” you asked, bewildered.

“Not now, love.” Harry warned you, avoiding your eyes for all he’s worth. Even if he had succeeded, you had already seen it. His face was a mess, his hair was disheveled and he had an horrendous purple eye.

“’Not now’? The fuck is wrong with you! You’re not pulling that ‘not now, love’ when your face looks like shit!”

“Charming to the last, aren’t you?” He asked, raising his bloody eyebrow with a hint of annoyance in his gaze, only to be replaced by a look of pain.

“At least let me help you, you ass.”

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Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: No, I just got this idea

Warnings: mentions of sex, really

A/N: I just had a little spurt of inspiration for this short imagine, I hope you enjoy it.

masterlist / coming soon

Originally posted by wydobrien

Stiles watched as your legs carried your body across the stage, the excitement swirling in your eyes as you accepted the scroll out of the older man’s hand and your eyes immediately locked on Stiles as you raised the piece of paper in the air. He let out a chuckle, winking at you as you walked back to your chair, trying desperately not to fall over the robe that was far too big on you. You paid for the right size robe but because you arrived a little later than everyone else, they only had robes three times bigger than your size available. You moaned and groaned but had no other choice but to accept it.

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Teasing Tom when you're his director's daughter

• one of the perks about being the daughter of a big director of Hollywood it’s that you always get to now the starts eventually
• 90% of the times the cast it’s like the double of your age so you avoid hanging around in the set
• but recently an amazing thing happened
• almost all the cast were close to your age
• your dad is the director of the newest movie of Spiderman
• you almost freaked out when you saw Zendaya in front of you
• that woman is a goddess and you’d fight anyone who date to say the opposite
• you wish Jacob could be your teddy bear because he’s so unique and such a good person
• Laura is so sweet
• you wouldn’t mind if she was your sister
• and Tom
• oh god
• Tom would be the death of you
• the first time you saw him your legs became spaghetti
• that thick accent make your heart pound strong in your chest
• everytime he calls you “darling” you swear you can feel pool being formed in between your legs
• not ti mention his unique and lovely personality
• that boy is husband material
• didn’t take long to you become real friends
• but your closest friend was Harrison due the fact he’s always with you on the backstage
• he knows about your little crush on Tom but he just don’t talk anything
• and you know that he knows but Harrison is a super discreet guy so you don’t really care
• you wish you could ask him for some kind of help but you’re afraid that if you say the words out loud he’ll feel the need to tell something to Tom since they’re best mates and all
• so you just stay quiet and start to think about a plan on your own
• and the only thing that came to your mind it’s provoking him until the edge
• you started slow
• your clothes are reveling a little bit more of skin and you’re using a new perfum
• everytime you talk to him you let pretty obvious that you’re staring at his lips
• and you always try to be the closest to his body as possible
• when you know his watching you, you throw your head back and massage your neck exposing your chest a little bit more
• when he take a break and go eat something you try your best to look at his eyes while you eat a strawberry or a popsicle
• you know you can’t exactly be on the set all the time because this is something serious, it’s his job and you father’s job
• so everytime you appear, you make sure you’re drop dead gorgeous
• you’re 100% sure that he blush when you catch him staring at you or that he gag talking to you when wear a low cleavage
• and he defiantly went to the bathroom more than one time after seeing you licking the popsicle
• so this means that he at least feel something for you
• even if it’s just lust
• and suddenly he’s avoiding you a little bit
• so you defiantly make him feel things that he can control
• so why the fucking hell he just don’t kiss you?
• the only other option that you knew to provoke a man it’s jealousy
• now would the perfect time to ask Harrison for some help
• but something inside you don’t feel comfortable with this
• so you just try harder
• what’s the most reveling outfit that you have?
• in the next day you appears on the set wearing a bikini and a minuscule short
• you thought your dad was going to have a heart attack but he was pretty much okay
• sometimes you underestimate your father and his capacity of acceptance
• he only asked you if you were going to swim alone or with someone and where
• the one who had a heart attack was Tom tho
• in the moment he saw you he almost broke the pen on his hand
• and quickly he start to walk away from you
• you chuckle softly at his reaction
• poor boy
• you’re going to do so much worst
• “Why are you wearing just a bikini?”
• you’re so distracted that you didn’t notice Zendaya almost by your side
• “I’m going to swim.”
• “So why are you here?”
• “Uh… I brought my dad’s wallet.”
• “I thought we were friends.”
• “We are!”
• “So why are you lying to me? You don’t even told me about you crush on Holland.”
• you stop breathing for a moment and look at Z with wide eyes
• “Whaaaaaat?”
• “You said we’re friends so what kind of friend I would be if I didn’t notice that you’re in love. Besides that scene with the popsicle it’s something unforgettable.”
• “So obvious?”
• “Pretty much.”
• “So why he don’t fuck me already? Or turn me down if it’s the case. Why the hell he don’t do something?”
• “Because you’re the daughter of his director…”
• “My father couldn’t care less about what I do as long I’m safe, healthy, happy and it’s not illegal.”
• “He doesn’t know that. And if you want him so bad, I don’t you make the first move?”
• “Uuuhhh… I don’t know. Maybe I like the game. I like teasing him. And maybe I’m afraid that my mind it’s playing with me and he actually don’t like me.”
• “So you crazy. Okay.”
• “I’m not! I’m like a cat. I like to play with my prey. And I’m a insecure but that’s not the point. Do you have any ideas?”
• “I don’t you try to make him jealous? Always work.”
• “Because I don’t want to involve Harrison at this. They’re best mates. What if Tom really gets mad and end up fighting or something? It feels wrong.”
• “And what about me?”
• “What about you?”
• “We can pretend we’re a thing. This will make him jealous and horny. Best combination.”
• “Would you do this for me?”
• “Of course. We’re friends. Besides kissing you wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
• “And maybe you’ll make Harrison jealous too. It’s a win win.”
• “How…”
• “What kind of friend I would be if I didn’t notice that you have a tiny winy crush on Harrison?”
• “Okay, you have a point. So you’re up?”
• “Hell yeah. If everything fails I kissed the goddess Zendaya. This is already a a victory.”
• “So… Here’s my plan…”
• Z was a genius
• a evil genius
• you let your day flows normally
• you go to the pool with your friend
• and stays there until the schedule time with Zendaya
• you’re actually pretty happy with your tan
• but now it’s time to some action
• in the moment you arrive in the sets your run into Tom’s trailer hoping no one saw you
• the door is open just like Z told you
• you look around the space, see a bed and you can help yourself
• your just lay on the bed and cuddle up taking a deep breath smelling his scent
• you try to fight but your eyes are getting heavy second by second
• you’re almost gone when you heard the door closing
• “Y/N, what are you doing here?”
• you open your eyes slowly to meet Tom staring at your body on his bed
• “I was swimming and Z asked me to pick her up after the tu guys done but she’s not answering her phone and her trailer it’s locked.”
• “Oh… And why are you… only wearing…”
• “I didn’t want to get my short wet and I forgot my shirt.”
• you sit on the edge of the bed looking up and facing him close to his body
• “Aren’t you cold? I mean… You’re all wet and almost naked…”
• you raise one eyebrow at him and grin at his words
• his eyes go wide open when he finally notice what he said
• “Oh my god. I’m sorry. That was awful.”
• you chuckle softly and put your hands in the middle of your thighs squeezing your breast
• “Well… I’m all wet and almost naked…”
• Tom felt a shiver run through his body when he listened to your husky sleepy voice
• “Uh… Do your want… A towel… A coat… A blanket?”
• “A coat it’s perfect. But I’ll not give it back to you today so choice one you’re not going to miss too much.”
• he just take the sweater he’s using and give at you
• your first instict is bury your face in it and take a deep breath smelling his scent
• a soft and low moan scape from you making Tom swallow dry
• “Tom… Could you untie the knot from the top of my bikini? It’s too tight and I don’t want to wet your sweater.”
• he nodded but his face was in a deep ton of red
• you turn around and kneel in the bed facing the wall
• you can feel the tip of his soft fingers on your neck while he’s trying to untie the knot
• his warm touch in contrast with your slight cold skin make you shiver
• when he finally untie your bikini you, without turning around, put on the sweater
• you really don’t know what to do now
• but for a miracle someone open the door
• “Bae, I saw the messages. I’m sorry I let you waiting”
• it was Z
• you turn around and barely have time to sit on the edge of the bed again before Zendaya’s body it’s on top of yours in a bear hug
• you lace your legs around her slim waist and let a giggle out when she miss your cheek with a sloppy kisses on your cheek
• when Tom cough she looks at him and smirk
• “Leave me be, Holland. Let’s go hon, he don’t deserve to be around your glorious presence.”
• and she just take your hand, grab you purse and basicly drag you out of the trailer
• in the moment you put your feet outside you both start to laugh almost hysterically
• and your days flows like this
• a lot of pda in front of Tom with Z
• you would be lying if you said you wasn’t liking
• Tom getting furious was a bonus
• but the most beautiful thing was your father
• he saw you laying on Zendaya’s lap while she playing with your hair after giving you a kiss on your forehead and he just gave you a thumb up
• when you both got home he only said “She’s pretty and a wonderful person. I raised you well”
• you actually cried
• your old man was the best
• the day of the final judge has come
• Z was throwing a pool party and invited everybody
• everything was normal
• the thing is: she invited who was going tomorrow to the set to sleepover
• when the party was over only left you, Z, Harrison, Tom, Jacob and Liz
• Liz was already sleeping so doesn’t really count
• even though it’s almost midnight, you and Zendaya were still on the pool while the boys were trying to do brownies
• it was a hot summer night so you’re actually pretty happy being in the pool
• sometimes you think you’re a mermaid and your happily would be one of those mermaids on the **
• “They’re coming!”
• Zendaya’s voice brought you back from your imagination and before you could process what was happening her lips were on yours in a passionate kiss
• instinctively you kissed her back and her hands were on your hips pulling you closer to her body
• your hands were tangled in her wet hair and after a hard pull her nails sinked on your skin making you moan
• her lips are so soft
• her skin are so smooth
• her hands are so gentle yet passionate while they travel you body
• you’re actually loving this moment
• and she’s pretty happy too judging by her hard nipples rubbing on yours
• a fake cough made you two break the kiss and face the three boys standing in the door staring at you with mouths open and wide open eyes
• “Uuuhhh… We were… The brownies… Chocolate…”
• Jacob’s lack of words almost made you laugh but in the moment you saw Tom’s face you almost lost moan
• he’s beautiful when he’s furious
• clenched jaw, heavy breath and more dark than normal
• Z grab your hair close the scalpe and gently pull your head back exposing your neck and giving a kiss right in your sweet spot
• the moan you’re suppressing finally comes out and she smile against your skin
• you can hear Tom mumble something and when you turn to see he leaving and entering the house
• Zendaya was smiling openly and you’re happy too but now you’re a little afraid that this is not going to work
• “Where he’s going?”
• “He said he’s going to sleep but I’m pretty sure he’s more than awake now.”
• Harrison never waste a chance to joke with the situation
• you get out of the pool and just go after him without saying a word
• he’s in the room on the end of the hall so you just open the door without knocking
• to be honest you were expecting to see him touching himself but no
• he was just lying shirtless in bed with his arm cover
• “Tom… Are you okay?”
• “Why aren’t you with you girlfriend?”
• his voice was so a acid that made your heart sink
• “She’s not my girlfriend, Tom.”
• “You were sucking her face.”
• “Well… But we’re just friends. She’s not interested in me. And I’m not interested niether. We’re just friends who decided to find some relief. Too much sexual frustration.”
• “What the fuck, Y/N? I thought you liked me. Or at least wanted to fuck me. And now you’re just with one of my dearest friends. What’s wrong with you?”
• he incredible didn’t move for his position so you would take the chance
• “You wanna know what’s wrong with me?”
• each word you spoke was a step closer to the bed
• “My problem, Holland… You see… My problem is you”
• and in one fast move your sitting in lap holding his hands above his head
• “I’ve been wanting you for long and you didn’t made a damn move. But you’re such a coward. If the man I want is not a man enough I don’t want any other man. I’ll search for something better then. You know how many time I’ve sucked a popsicle thinking about your thick cock pulsing in my mouth? How many times I had my panties soaked when I watched you shirtless? And you did nothing.”
• before you could even process what happened Tom was in the top of you with both of his hands holding your hips in a strong grip
• “Do you want me to do something, darling? I will. And you’ll regret teasing me. So shut your little mouth before I fucked it.”
• and he kissed you
• oh boy
• what a kiss
• his lips are even softer than Zendaya’s and he defiantly are more rough and dominant than her
• he bites your bottom lip and give you a slap on your left thigh making you moan
• now he’s kissing your neck and he’s doing everything you ever dreamed about
• he’s marking, sucking and biting the whole area and you couldn’t be more happy
• you’re moaning shamelessly and the way his hands explore your body don’t help
• they rest again in your hips but this time they rip the lower part of your bikini as if were paper
• you thought about complaining but after another slap and a kiss in the vain between your breast you decided no
• his warm lips leave a trail of fire trough your body and when he’s finally facing your pussy he don’t waste time
• he just start to roll his tongue on your clit
• you know he barely stared but you’re moaning like a porn start
• you’re saying his name over and over
• eventually he insert two fingers inside you and he’s so hungry for you that he just start to fuck you with his fingers in a insanely fast pace
• the way he’s curling his fingers inside you are making you scream
• the familiar knot on your stomach starts to be formed and you tangle your fingers on his hair
• “Tom, I’m coming. Fucking Christ.”
• you came hard like never before
• and you realize what happened
• you actually squirted
• his face are covered with your juices and you don’t even get the chance to be embarrassed because the way he’s cleaning you up, not wasting one single drop, make you feel even more excited
• when he finishes, he start a new passionate kiss and this time you can feel your taste in his mouth
• you’re really moaning like a porn start
• he break the kiss to catch a breath
• “Did Zendaya made you squirt, love? Did you screamed her name like you screamed mine?”
• when you don’t answer you feel his hand hit your ass with force
• “No, Tom. You’re the only one who made me feel so good. But I bet Harrison wouldn’t be bad too.”
• he chuckle and stand up of the bed
• “Darling, I want you to lay in your back with your head out of the bed. I told you to watch your pretty mouth.”
• no need to say that you’re with a new pool between your legs again
• he’s slowly unbutting his pants and you take this chance to take what’s left of your bikini
• before you do what was told you to do you keep in the bed and pull him closer by his boxers
• you slowly take them setting his cock free and oh my
• you can see the precum and the way the veins are pulsing
• you literally salivate and give him a lip from the base to the tip swirling your tongue on his head
• his taste is addicting and you can’t wait to receive morr
• his hands fly to your hair in a reflex and he throw his head back
• you do this a few more times before his whole dick is covered in saliva and only after this you lay in your position
• he don’t waste time before pushing himself into your mouth
• you moan feeling him deep down in your throat making him groan at the vibration
• he start in a slow pace not wanting to hurt you
• but he’s seeing the tip of his cock in your throat and the way your boobs are bouncing make him lost the control
• he’s now literally fucking your mouth and it’s so good but so good
• you’re trying your best to not gag but the tears on your eyes doesn’t fool anyone
• you need to breath and he knows it so he just pull himself out of you at once
• you’re heavily breathing and your pussy blame for relief at this point
• “All fours, babygirl. Now.”
• and you don’t think twice before your with your ass in the air
• you moan loud when you feel the tip of his cock teasing your entrance and you try to push your body to meet him
• but you only gain a smack on your butt
• he’s doing on purpose, you know that
• you fell like this hell is never going to end when he finally push all his length inside you at once making you scream
• he grab both of your arms with his hands litfing your chest from the bed before he start to pound into you merciless
• the sounds filling the room are pornographic
• the sound of skin against skin, yours moans and the curses are leading you to oblivion
• “You’re mine. Do you hear it? You’re fucking mine. If I have to fuck you in front of all country to you understand that I will. Say to who you belong.”
• you moan his name and let a loud gasp escape after he hit that spot inside you
• you feel his dick is pulsing thought your walls and that would be the enough to start the fire in the pit of your stomach, your walls fluttering around him
• his thrusts are erratic and hearing his groaning and moaning your name it’s what you needed to the send you to edge
• you feel your body be consumed by your orgasm and clench your walls around his cock almost in a painful way
• Tom grip onto you tighter to keep you steady
• the thrusts would be more erratic and with a few more you would feel you knew he had cum inside of you
• you feel his body falling in the top of yours and now that you both are trying to calm down you’d feel his dick twitching inside you sometimes
• he stand up and try to go to the bathroom but you don’t let him
• you wanna be like this forever
• you just pull him into a hug and make him lay back on bed
• his arms are around you and you can feel his heart beating against your ear
• “Why didn’t you told me about your crush on me?”
• “Tom… I’m crazy. You should know that. I kissed Z just to make you jealous.”
• “That really confused me. I’ve never been so furious and so hard at the same time before. And are you not going to ask me why I didn’t told you about my crush on you?”
• “Beacuse you were afraid of my father.”
• “Oh… So you know…”
• “Yep.”
• “He’s going to kill me?”
• “Nah… You can chill.”
• “And can I ask you another thing?”
• “Be my guest”
• “Who’s the best kisser?”
• “Tough one. I guess I’ll have to kiss both of you again.”
• “Are you kidding right? I mean… that was super hot but you’re mine. I don’t share.”
• “Yeah… I’m kidding. And I don’t believe Harrison would be happy with Z and I making out again. At least not now.”
• “Wait… Zendaya and Harrison? What? When this happened?”
• “To be honest I don’t really know if happened but I have faith. Tomorrow I’ll find out. Now let’s sleep. If you’re a good cuddler maybe I give you a "good morning blowjob”.“
• "Jesus… You will be the death of me.”

a/n: guess who was in the hospital?
that’s right
and guess who are so stressed with all the college bullshit that are with grey hair?
somebody please kill bc I can’t handle my life anymore and I just want punch people
and I really want have a rough sex Tom Holland or Sebastian Stan (or with my ex, I still love him tho)
and I’m going to do the masterlist soon
I just need a fucking house bc I’m not even on my own house anymore
I know this is another breakdown and I’m sorry but my family it’s freaking out since they discovered my relapse on eating disorders

His Dancer

Summary: Bucky has his eye on a certain dancer, whom he calls “angel,” and Steve’s daughter gets confused when she learned that Angel isn’t her name.

A/N: I know Steve doesn’t have a kid but pLEASE let’s just pretend!!

“Morning, angel,” Bucky greeted as he stepped into the dance room. 

“Bucky, hello,” you said, trying to keep a calm posture. You looked down to see Eloise, one of your ballet students. 

“Hi, Madame!” she said, her arms reaching out to you. You laughed and kneeled down to give her a hug. 

“Well hello to you, missy. Are you ready to dance?” Eloise nodded profusely.

“I’ve been showing my dance moves to Uncle Bucky,” she said. “I’ll see you in the classroom!” Eloise left the two of you alone and you looked at Bucky. 

“Steve’s busy again?” you asked with your eyebrow raised. 

“Sort of,” he said. “But let’s not talk about that, angel.” Your heart fluttered when he called you ‘angel,’ his nickname for you ever since you both met. 

“Are you coming to the recital next Friday?” you asked, hoping he would. Bucky chuckled and nodded.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I just hope I get to see you on stage,” he said with a wink. You laughed and swatted his shoulder. 

“Maybe, maybe not. I gotta go, though. See you soon?” Bucky nodded and you returned to your dance studio. 

“Hello, Madame!” the children greeted as you walked though the door. 

“Good morning, dancers! Let’s dance, shall we?”

You saw Bucky again at your next dance session with Eloise. She came to your studio three times a week and you saw yourself as a child in her. 

“Long time no see, angel,” Bucky joked. You blushed and laughed at his joke. Eloise popped out from behind Bucky’s legs and held up her ballet slippers. 

“I got a new pair like you told me to. Daddy bought me an extra pair in case this one broke.” You laughed and ushered her into the dance room.

“So, do you have someone special waiting for you at home?” Bucky asked. You raised your eye and laughed at the random question. 

“No boyfriend.” 

“Really? I assume someone as lovely as yourself would’ve been stolen by someone who appreciates you already.” You let out a small laugh. 

“I’m not really good in the dating department. My lat date stood me up and my last boyfriend broke up with me over a phone call. Men are idiots,” you said. 

“Yeah, they are.” He looked at the clock behind you and saw that it was close to the time your class begun. “I’ll see you later, angel, yeah?” You nodded and waved goodbye.

The night of the recital came and you were beyond nervous. All of your dance classes were performing tonight and so were you. You were the last performance of the night and you knew Bucky would be in the crowd. 

Eloise tugged on your arm as you were running around, preparing everyone and giving small pep talks.

“Madame? I’m nervous,” she said, her lip quivering. You crouched down until you met her level. 

“Eloise, you are one of my most promising dancers. I’m not saying this just because, but I’m saying this because I was once your age and in love with ballet. You have ambition, and I believe you will dance so gracefully that your father will be so impressed.” Eloise grinned and wrapped her small around around your neck. 

“Thank you, Madame!” she scurried away and soon, the lights dimmed down. 

You thanked your stage hands and your more advanced dancers to keep the younger ones in check. You wanted to warm up before it was time for you to dance and started warm ups until you reviewed your dance. 

The moment came when the last dance had finished and you walked onto the stage, standing in the middle. The music began and your feet carried you across the stage. 

Bucky stared at you in awe. He had never seen you dance on a stage before and his affinity for you grew even stronger. Bucky saw the passion you had for dance and always admired the way you wanted to pass it onto your pupils. Steve seemed to notice this too and chuckled when he saw his best friend stare at you, not once taking his eyes off of the stage. 

When the show ended, you walked in the crowd and greeted the families of the dancers. You made your way into the crowd until you saw Bucky, Eloise, and Steve.

“These are for you, angel,” Bucky said as he handed you a bouquet of roses. He leaned towards your head and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. You blushed and opened your mouth to thank him before Eloise interrupted.

“Angel!” Eloise shouted over the noise. She hugged your waist and you smiled, leaning down the hug her with your arm. You grinned at her as you heard her call you Bucky’s nickname for you. “You did so good!”

“As did you, my ballerina.” Eloise smiled and let go, heading to her father. 

“You did amazing, as always, Y/N,” Steve said.

“Why’d you call her Y/N?” she asked her father. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Because that’s her name?” 

“But I thought her name’s Angel. Uncle Bucky calls her that all the time,” said Eloise. Steve caught on and let out a hearty laugh as both you and Bucky blushed. He ushered her away, leaving you and Bucky alone. 

“Wow,” he breathed. “I knew you could dance, but wow. I’m speechless.” You laughed and held the roses closer.

“Thank you for the compliment and for the flowers, Bucky. I’m happy you came.” 

“Would you be so kind to accompany me for a cup of coffee?” he asked. “I mean, not tonight, if you’re tired.” You laughed and put your hand on his chest. 

“Tonight’s fine. I’m not very tired anymore.” A group of your dancers surrounded you and Bucky and he let you greet everyone, telling you he’d wait by the front doors. After a while, you grabbed your belongings and said goodbye to everyone who was left in the theatre. Bucky smiled as he saw you approached and offered his arm out to you.

“You’re amazing, angel, did you know that?” You grinned at Bucky.

“If you keep telling me that, I’ll believe it.” 

Living Colors

Originally posted by idealuk

^that gif kills me, holy shit. 

Mikey x Reader

Living Colors

Prompt(s): “Soulmate AU for Mikey?” and a few other requests for a Mikey soulmate AU.

Note: I like the idea of Mikey’s soulmate thing being that the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate. I just really think it fits for him. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH OMG.

Green. It was the color Mikey was most curious about. Supposedly, according to some website, turtles were green. And because they were giant mutant turtles, it only made sense that that was what color they were. He wondered what it looked like, the colors of trees and grass, the color that made Central Park so alive, and he had never seen it. He might never see it.

Mikey wondered what color his eyes were. Were they green? Hazel? Blue? Maybe they were grey. Or brown. What color was his bandana? Was it yellow? Red? Blue? He didn’t know. Maybe he and his brothers all had the same color mask, only in different shades. That would explain why Raph’s was so much darker than his. There was just so much in this colorless world that had to be explained.

Splinter told the boys not to get their hopes up, that love would not be easy for four giant turtles. That perhaps the universe hadn’t set anyone aside for them and they would be alone forever. But despite the warnings, Mikey had hope. There was always hope.


The park must be so colorful this time of year. The time of year when the leaves darkened and drifted away on the wind. The soulmates you knew said that the leaves would flush vibrant hues of red and orange and yellow instead of the usual emerald green that made everything seem so alive. So vivid and vibrant instead of the dull grey you had grown up with your entire life.

As you sipped your coffee from your travel mug and flipped the page of your book. Someone had told you the cover was blue. You liked the idea of blue. They said the sky was that color, but at night it would erupt into brilliant hues of red and orange and pink. A sunset. You wondered how soulmates could ever get used to the sight of it after growing up in a world of grey. You wondered how they could ever take color for granted. It was like not appreciating how clearly you can breathe until your nose is clogged and suddenly something that you’ve been so used to seems like a luxury.

You knew that when you could finally see color, there was no way in hell you’d ever take it for granted. Not even something that happens every night. God, when you found your soulmate, you’d never take anything for granted ever again.


“I dunno, bros. I think today feels different.” Mikey shrugged.

“Mikey…” Leo started.

“Listen to me, brah. I feel it. Deep in my soul.” He pointed to his plastron dramatically, his eyes meeting his oldest brother’s. “My sooooul.”

“We get it, dork.” Raph gave his younger brother’s head a little shove. “We’ll see.”


You were working in the bookstore down the street from your apartment. It was night. You usually closed up shop at like nine. So once you locked all of the doors, set the security alarms, and turned out the lights, you left and began your walk down the street. You walked past the alleys and stopped when you heard something. A voice in the alley. Someone was there. And while you wouldn’t normally give it any thought, it felt…different.

You took a few small steps towards the shadows. Your confused look soon faded into something else. Realization. You were meant to be here.

“Hello?” You called. “Is…is someone there?”


“Don’t.” Leo mouthed. “Nobody move.” Mikey hadn’t even gotten the chance to look at you, what with Raph standing in the way. But that voice. That human voice. Mikey felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest and run down the street.

“What’s wrong with him?” Leo asked Donnie as quietly as possible. The tallest turtle scanned him. The results were less than expected. He had never seen anything like this.

“We need to let him go to her.” Donnie stated. He knew what this meant. Those brainwaves, that heartrate. Something amazing was about to happen. “I think she’s…” He didn’t even need to finish. Leo nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. Raph moved out of the way and pushed Mikey a few steps forward, just into the light.

Your eyes met his and suddenly everything changed. It was like a million fireworks erupted. The world flushed into color, countless colors, and the first you noticed was the blue of his eyes and the vibrant orange of the mask that framed them. Your body shook with heavy breaths. You were overwhelmed. Mikey fell to his knees, tears forming in his eyes. Here you were. There he was.

You took a few unstable steps forward, kneeling down in front of him. Tentatively, you raised your hands to frame his cheeks. A smile spread across your face. His too. A few tears of relief slipped down his cheeks. You wiped them away.

“I’m s-sorry.” Mikey sniffled. “You’re just so beautiful and I never thought I would ever-”

“I love you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck. He held you as thought you would disappear. Mikey never wanted to let go of you. Ever.

“I-I love you too.” He whispered as he held you against him. “I love you so much.”

“What the shell…” Raph whispered as he and the other brothers watched in awe. Mikey had found his soulmate. And she didn’t even scream.

“What’s your name?” You asked him, pulling away so you could look at his face. At his clear blue eyes.

“Michelangelo.” He replied, chuckling. “But the ladies call me Mikey. Not that I, uh, have any ladies. You’re the only one.”

“I’m (Y/N). And I’m proud to be your lady.” You kissed his cheek, causing warmth to spread through his entire body. You pulled away and looked at him for a few seconds before leaning in to press a long, sweet kiss to his lips. You felt him smile against you as one of his large three-fingered hands ran through your hair.

“God, I just…I wanna know everything about you.” Mikey said. His eyes memorized every facet of your face. “I…wow…”

“What?” he smiled.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Hey cheeseball, how about introducing your girlfriend to your brothers?” Raph asked as he and the others came out of the shadows. Mikey helped you to your feet. You stumbled forward, but he caught you in his waiting arms. You laughed. So did he.

“Well, bros, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), these are my brothers. Raphael in the red is like a big cuddly teddy bear. If big cuddly teddy bears were incredibly violent.” Mikey seemed to be back to his funny, charismatic self. All of the heavy emotion had passed, and now he was himself again. And yet he felt different too. Like he had changed somehow. Either way, he continued. “Donatello in the purple, a technical genius who is technically a genius. Leonardo here in blue is our fearless leader.”

“You done?” Leo asked, amused.

“Yeah, I’m done.” He nodded. “So uh, do you have any plans tonight, angelcakes? I think it’s about time I brought a girl home.”

“I just have to toss this in my apartment real quick.” You held up the bag in your hand. “And then we can do whatever. Anything. As long as I’m with you.” You took one of his large hands in your own. He grinned.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

anonymous asked:

i REALLY don't understand the kind of audience who don't realize jon is a hostage right now. they took his boat and his weapons, but d/ny said he wasn't a prisoner so i guess he could just swim to shore and walk unarmed back to the north if he wanted to no big! and then there's the folks who think kneeling is the same thing as making an alliance like literally i don't understand how the big speech about perpetuity could have gone so far over their head like the stakes are high dudes

This will kinda cover a huge portion of my up-coming “Targ!Bowl vs Targ!Cest” - post, but who cares since you asked and I wanna talk about.

Though I absolutely understand you and your frustration I kinda do understand why some parts of the audience don’t realize all that, or at least not the severity of it. 

I’m not even talking exclusively about the shippers who, to like anything from 50 -99%, don’t care what happens as long as their ships becomes canon, or the stans who will find a way to sugarcoat and excuse absolutely anything, anything I tell you, before admitting their fav has done some seriously terrible things or, dear god, “problematic” traits and storylines. 

It also seems plausible to me that some parts of the more general, non-obsessive, “I don’t read the books” or “have a blog about it” kind of audience, have trouble to really grasp these issues. You wanna know why? D&D are half-assing it. Right now they are half-assing two narratives, instead of whole-assing one.

I propose the following theory: 

Right now D&D are setting the stage for dark!Dany, while simultaneously selling her as Jon’s love-interest this seasonThose two narratives are pretty much forced to hold the other one back, because Jon can’t fall for “ the villain”, while Dany can’t break bad out of the blue.  

Leaving us with this incoherent mess, slightly ooc characters and actions that don’t influence the story in a “logical” way or even contradict each other.

Dany’s “transformation”, if you will, has to be properly foreshadowed, it has to be sufficiently hinted at from the moment she touches westerosi soil. The audience has to be able to look back and think “Oohh… I guess what she said there wasn’t alright. Should have seen that”.
But she also has to appear loveable enough to warrant any kind of affection Jon displays towards her. The audience’s reaction once dany does break bad should be “But why did Jon!? Well, I guess I didn’t think she was that bad back then neither.”

There you have it. That’s why her behaviour seems so appaling to some people, while others are still strong advocates for good!Dany and everyone in between doesn’t know what the fuck to think. That’s why you can make a strong case for both, or more precisely for neither.

This is apparent when you look at the fact that every “negative” characteristic she portrays is counter-attacked with one of two things: 

  1. Someone else making a comment, implying the exact opposite.
  2. The narrative conveniently jumping to a new plot point, reducing the immediate emotional impact of what we just saw.

Here are some examples:

  • Varys interrupting their dispute at it’s climax | Their first meeting didn’t go particularly smooth. They did not see eye to eye, they were not moving towards an understanding. Quite on the contrary, their interaction become more antagonist with every line of dialogue. It’s starts with both of them playing nice (in their own way), moves to Dany saying that Jon is breaking faith, Jon telling her that he doesn’t give a fuck about her birthright and ends with Dany outright accusing Jon of being in open rebellion (!!!). Where do you think that conversation was heading at? An intimate conversation about dead brothers? Dany has made her stance on Northern Independence clear, she see’s it as treason, I swear to all the gods, if Varys hadn’t walked in right then and there she would have explained what exactly the punishment for treason and oath breaking is. Try making a romance out of that. But conveniently enough Varys did come in at the perfect moment, dissolving all the tension into nothing, ending the scene on a half-baked Jon is her prisoner-but-not-really note.
  • Tyrion telling Jon about Slaver’s Bay | I don’t know if you had noticed, but Dany left her undeniably good accomplishment of abolishing slavery out of her little speech. She exclusively focused on awful things that have happened to her and the two big achievements that make her so god-darn special: Bringing dragons back into this world and making the Dothraki cross the Narrow Sea. All her statements were about her, not about the good she has or could do in this world. I strongly believe this is to imply that her conquest is deep down rooted in selfish desires. Contrasting Jon, who embraces his role as king to protect and save his people. So of course, we need another character to swoop in and remind us of the good things she has done. Too make it more clear: Dany says that “faith in herself kept her going”, Tyrion reminds Jon that “she protects people from monsters”. 
  • Jon is a prisoner, but hey, he gets dragonglass | Jon was a “prisoner” prisoner for exactly five seconds, when he - rightfully - complained about it to Tyrion. It is establish that Jon wants to leave, but simply can’t, because Dany took his ship, thus making him her prisoner. If D&D had some balls they could have pursued this narrative, but instead wooossshhhhh we are jumping ahead to Jon being allowed to mine dragonglass. Now it doesn’t matter whether Jon is staying on dragonstone by his own free will or not. He needs that dragonglass, so of course he will stay to mine it. The audience was forced to contemplate Danys decision to lock him up for like a minute, before rendering the conflict obsolete. Begging the question why it was necessary to begin with, if not to show Dany doing some un-nice things to one of our protagonists.
  • Varys and the whole “burn someone alive” issue | This isn’t limited to her interactions with Jon. I am going to talk about Dany threatening to burn Varys alive, very much, very soon. Right now, all I want to say is that it is not a good omen. It’s one of the clearest indication so far that Dany will embrace her “inner dragon” and cause some serious destruction when doing so. Dragons plant no trees. But all the not-so-great undertones of her interaction with Varys are forgotten in the next scene when she embraces Melisandre with open arms saying “we decided to pardon all those who served the wrong king.” Sucking all the dark implications of threatening someone to BURN HIM ALIVE right out of the audience’s mind. Emphasizing that part where she pardons former “traitors”. If that scene would have cut away from Dany right after “her promise”, without reminding ous of her “forgiving” side, that little comment would have left a way more bitter taste in your mouth than it did. 
  • I don’t wanna spoil anything from episode 4, (next paragraph contains very minor spoilers!)

    let’s just say that Dany demanding that Jon bends the knee, is met with another character stating that “Dany was chosen by her people”. Supposedly trying to establish a parallel that doesn’t hold any water in her current situation in westeros, anyway. But again, it is taking the sentiment expressed by Danys actions and words (a chosen king should kneel to her, whom his people didn’t choose) and twists it to paint Dany in a better light (she too was chosen by her people). It doesn’t make any sense when you think about it, but it fabricates enough emotional connections, for the audience to soften their view on Danys opinion on northern independence. 

Do you see what I mean? I have a couple other examples, but some of them are from episode 4 and I’m going to go into this in my upcoming post anyway. The unobservant and/or biased show watcher simply has no time to properly process all this in one go. I’ve watched each episodes several times, am pretty obsessed with this whole thing and even I took some time before noticing a pattern. 

Most people will just stick to that component of the narrative which is coherent with what they already know: that Dany is one of the good guys, a hero of this story. All her questionable actions are either dismissed or boiled down to “well, it turned out okay in the end”. As sloppy as the individual narratives seem to be (neither dark!Dany, nor, let’s call her hero!Dany are well developed, they overlap, contradict each other, etc.), they did a fantastic job at keeping the audience in the dark about it. Why? 

Because for one reason or another she has to fuck Jon. Why that is, can only really be judged once we seen the whole of season 7, probably season 8, but I do have a couple of ideas why:

  • It happens in the books and D&D shouldn’t have cut the episode count. Maybe Jon and Dany hook up and/or develop feelings for each other before she breaks bad in the books as well. But since we only have 10 episodes where that could happen and dark!Dany and targ!bowl also has to happen at one point, those two storylines overlap. It isn’t too far-fetched that something will happen in the books as well, since Jon unknowingly committing “incest”, while being tormented about falsely-assumed incest is just too … fucked up, not to have crossed grrm’s mind.
  • It’s a red herring to throw the audience of Targ!bowl and Jonsa. Yes, I do belong to the people who are pretty very much certain that Jonsa will be endgame. I also belong to the people who are pretty very much certain that targ!bowl will happen one way or another. Believe me or not, I believed that Jon and Dany would rather fight than fuck once she comes to westeros, way before I ever thought about Jon and Sansa being a thing. So it’s not because I’m a salty shipper. So what else do I have to say? It’s a red herring, they are throwing us off the rails, to make Jonsa and Targ!Bowl extra-super-duper-surprising in season 8. And probably a bit rushed as well. Great. Just what I wanted. At least Jonsa was properly set up in season 6 and they mention each other every episode. Coincidence?
  • They want to have a sex-scene with Kit and Emilia. D&D are trash. They have sexualized countless other encounters on the show, single-handedly coined the term “sexposition”, I do believe they could write in a Jon x Dany sex-story just because. You can call that fanservice if you like. I’m not going to stop you. 
  • Maybe they thought Jon and Dany having “a history” would make targ!bowl more engaging. Could be.

Either way, I personally feel a bit exhausted by this decision. Not because it “threatens” my ship, it doesn’t imo and not because I’m so opposed to the idea of Jon and Dany hooking up or even having a love-affair. It’s because the screenwriting is sloppy. It’s because they are messing up Danys characterization and maybe Jon’s as well. It’s because both Dany and Jon contradict themselves and the development of their relationship simply suffers by Dany being set on the path to the dark side, without any character on screen noticing it (at least yet. I have this feeling that Tyrion will seriously start to doubt all this very soon.) 

I know this got way too long again, but giving unwanted, unnecessarily long answers is my forte after all. 

I’m still holding my fingers crossed for Jonny playing Dany, all I can do is wait and pray. Let’s see how the rest of the season / series progresses, but for now I’m going to leave you with some wisdom from Ron Swanson, D&D should have taken to heart IMO:

Originally posted by nope-nope-nope