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Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts (Tom Hiddleston Edition).

Summary: Tom and you go to the Late Late Show with James Corden and some secrets come out. 

Word count: 2.4k+.

Pairing(s): Tom Hiddleston x Reader.

Warning(s): cursing.

Author’s Note: this was requested by @hiddlestonstansworld! I hope you enjoy it love! 

You and Tom were on your seventh month anniversary when you went to The Late Late Show with James Corden. Backstage, you two were on the same room watching the show from a TV while sitting on a couch.

“What do you think of this one?” You show him a picture: you in pajamas, him in a suit. It was before the GQ Awards. He was grabbing you by the waist, both of you smiling at each other. “Is it suggestive enough?”

He frowned. “We have more suggestive pictures,” he replied, a smirk on his face.

“I’m not about to post a picture of us kissing.”

Tom sighed. “Love, we don’t have to come forward if  you don’t want to.”

“But you want to,” you said. “And I want to, too, just… it makes me nervous. The reactions and…,” you sighed.

“I know.”

He grabbed one of your hands and kissed the back. You put that same hand on his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb.

You heard a knock on the door. “Come on in,” you allowed.

A crew member opened the door, not even having time to notice your situation. She just said, “Time for you, guys.”

Tom got up first and you stretched your arms, him helping you out of the couch and walking behind you with a hand on your back like he always did.

You two stood behind a curtain as James began the introduction. “You guys ready to eat some nasty shit?” She asked you.

“Hm… Yes?” You mumbled, making Tom chuckle.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tom Hiddleston, everybody!”

The curtains opened and the audience greeted you with cheers and applause. You waved at them, smiling. Tom shook James’ hand and you gave him two kisses, one in each cheek, gotten used to greeting like that after being in England for a while.

“C’mon, c’mon. (Y/N), you go there.”

It was a round table filled with inedible food that stunk. You caught a couple of names: cow’s tongue and sardine smoothie.

“Oh my Gosh, this smells disgusting,” you stated.

At the table, you were on the right side and Tom sat across from you, James in the seat that faced the audience.

“So, how you guys doing?” James asked you two.

“I was fine until I smelled all this stuff,” you answered.

“Oh, and wait till you eat it. It’s repulsive,” James joked, the audience laughing. “These are the rules: Tom will ask me a question, I’ll ask (Y/N) and she’ll ask Tom. For each question, you have to pick a food if the person decides not to answer the very personal question,” he explained. “So, this is our menu for the day…” The camera did a close-up. “A cow’s tongue, sardine smoothie…”

“Christ…” Tom mumbled.

“Clam juice, a thousand-year-old egg, calf’s brain…”

“Fuck, that stinks.”

“Bird saliva; cod sperm, which I’m still not sure how they get; and our old, classic buddy: bull’s penis.”

“This is the last time I come to your show, James,” you stated.

James and the crowd laughed. “So… who wants to go first?”

You kept quiet, chuckling to yourself. Tom sighed. “I’ll make the sacrifice.”

“Okay, very good!” James clapped. “I applaud your bravery, sir. (Y/N), pick a food for Mr. Hiddleston here.”

You were going to spin the table, but instead, you asked, “Can I read the question first?”

“Sure, sure.”

When you read the question, you chuckled and blushed at the same time. “Since I’m not sure if you’re going to answer or not, I’ll give you… the thousand-year-old egg..” You spun the table until the thousand-year-old eggs were in front of him. They had green and blue colours.

Tom chuckled. He took one of the small, invisible cups out of the three and smelled. He squinted strongly and shivered. “That’s repulsive,” Tom commented.

“Tom, you’re a renowned, talented actor who has done over twenty movies, nineteen TV shows, and ten plays…” The audience began applauding. “Yes!” You clapped as well. When it died down, you continued the question. “Have you ever… done any of those characters in bed? And if so, which one?”

Tom’s jaw dropped. James was laughing hysterically and you were jumping up and down on your chair, excited about the outcome.

You knew the answer to this question.

“You’re joking!” Tom exclaimed.

“That’s what the card says!” You said, leaving the card on a side.

Tom sighed, passing his index fingers through his brows, looking at the egg in front of him, deciding whether or not to answer the question. “What’s it gonna be, Tom?”

He smelled the egg again. “I can’t eat this.”

“Then answer,” you suggested, a smirk on your face.

Tom lied back on his chair, rubbing his jaw. Then, he dropped the bomb, “Loki. I’ve done Loki.”

The audience rioted. You started dancing on your chair, smiling. James couldn’t hold back his laughter. “I can’t believe it!” James exclaimed.

“I can!” You replied. “You shall kneel before your new king, Loki, of Asgard,” you imitated Tom as Loki, the audience laughing and James clapping.

“Next!” Tom said, attempting to divert the attention from his recent confession. “James, your turn.” Tom read the question first and bit his lower lip to keep the laugh in, but he snorted. He spun the table, James landing on the: “Bird saliva.”

“You’re an evil man, Hiddleston.”

Tom cleared his throat, a mischievous smile on his face. “James; you’re the producer of Drop the Mic and are often invited to rap battle other artists, but you almost never win even when some of your rhymes are better than the ones from your opponent. So, is it true that the show is rigged?”

James looked at this crew as the audience laughed. “Who wrote these?!” He exclaimed. “No!” James defended himself for around forty-five seconds before drinking from the bird’s saliva… and puking it in a bucket. “That’s fucking disgusting.” The audience laughed. “Okay, (Y/N), since you made Tom confess he roleplays in bed, I will give you…” Tom chuckled. “The clam juice.”

You winced. “I can smell it from here…” The confession made the audience laugh. You sighed. “Hit me.”

James read the question to himself and chuckled. “(Y/N)…”

“Yes?”

“Your character in Avengers: Infinity War, Karma, died during Thanos’ snap; but a photograph from set got leaked last week, where we see your character in a new suit…” James took out the photograph, showing it to the audience.

“No!” You shouted, burying your face in your hands.

Tom couldn’t stop laughing. “So, my question is… what is the truth?”

You took a deep breath, one of your hands in a glass of clam juice. “You want to know the truth?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, the truth is…”

And you chugged down half a glass of clam juice pinching your nose. The audience was clapping and you heard shouting, James was laughing like crazy and Tom was supporting you, exclaiming:

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

You left the glass back on the table and drank water. You looked at James straight in the eye. “…I ain’t no snitch, Corden.”

James and you laughed hysterically as Tom clapped. When the audience settled down, you asked Tom how much he’d made during his time at the MCU… He ate the bull’s penis and proceeded to spit it in a bucket.

Tom asked James when was the last time he’d had sex… and James answered, confessing he did the Devil’s Tango the night before.

James asked you what castmate you liked the least from Avengers: Infinity War, and you wouldn’t have hesitated to eat up… if a calf’s brain wasn’t staring at you.

“I know who this one is,” Tom informed.

“You do?” James inquired.

“Truth be told, I liked him while shooting, just afterwards…” You grunted, putting aside the calf’s brain. “Dave Bautista,” you admitted.

Tom’s eyes widened. “I can’t believe you said it,” he said, his voice almost drowned by the audience’s noise and James’ loud reaction.

“I was not going to eat that!” You took a deep breath.

“Gosh, this tea is scalding,” James said. “(Y/N), time to ask Tom a question.”

When you grabbed the card and read the question, your eyes went wide and your heartbeat sped up. You could feel your hands starting to sweat.

You spun the table. “A cow’s tongue,” you said, “for the answer to the following question…“ You tried your best for your voice not to come out shaky since your legs were going up and down under the table. “Tom, how many of the relationships you’ve had haven’t gone public? Name those people.”

You remained silent.

If it had to be there, then it had to be. You weren’t going to force Tom to eat a cow’s tongue if he could tell the truth…

“Wait, no. No naming. That’s an invasion of privacy of people who aren’t comfortable with that information being out in the open,” Tom demanded.

“I think that’s cool,” you supported him.

“Very well… Tom, speak now or eat the cow’s tongue.”

“Well… I believe the only serious relationship I’ve had that hasn’t gone public is the one with my current partner.” You heard gasps from the crowd and one from James. “She’s not certain about, you know, telling everyone, so I gave her the option to come forward when she wanted to, and how she wanted to.”

You grinned, your heart fuzzy from the statement. “Whoa, mate… And do you love her?” James inquired.

“Like a moth loves the light, James.”

Tom had confessed his love for a woman on live television. He’d never done anything like that…

Was he that sure about you two?

And as Tom asked James a question about which kid he preferred and made him drink a sardine smoothie, you admired Tom:

He was wearing a blue suit without a tie, his hair was perfectly done and brushed and he didn’t have his glasses, his eyes available for everyone to see clearly.

He was well-mannered, but also laid-back. He was professional but funny at the same time. He was that person that could make your IQ go up thirty points and could dance to any genre of music (even salsa). Everyone liked him… and how could they not? He had that smile. The kind of smile that kept you warm during the winter.

The kind of smile that outshined the sun.

“Okay, (Y/N), last question.” You snapped out of your train of thought when James mentioned your name. This time, he read the question first. He laughed to himself.

“Stop,” you requested.

“Okay, okay. Since I want to make sure you’ll answer this, we’ll go with the…” He spun the table, stopping it in front of three small cups of what seemed to be tiny, white pudding-textured sausages. “…Cod’s sperm.”

“How dare you?” You told James. “How…”

“You’re gonna have to answer the question.” James cleared his throat. “(Y/N), you admitted to a fan in Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen that you had a partner…”

The crowd went, “Uhhh.”

“Is that relationship still going? And if so, who are they?” James finished the question.

Tom pursed his lips. You brought the cod sperm to your nose, and you gagged when you smelled it.

“Nope, no, definitely not gonna happen.” You put the sperm back on its tray. “I wouldn’t feed this to my siblings, and I’ve fed them some shit.”

The audience laughed. “So what are you gonna do?” Tom inquired.

You could see it in his eyes: he wanted you to answer, but he’d never say it. He’d never pressure you to do it if you weren’t ready.

But you were.

“I do have a partner,” you confessed. James’ jaw dropped. “He is… kind and intelligent and talented and…” You stared right into Tom’s eyes, “…he’s sitting across from me.”

The audience gasped and cackled to James’ reaction. “WHAT?!” James looked at you both back and forth. “You… and you…”

“Yep,” Tom confirmed.

James’ eyes widened and his mouth opened. “James!” You snapped your fingers in front of him, bringing him back to reality.

“This was Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with Marvel Sweethearts, Tom Hiddleston and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! We’ll be right back!”

Marvel Sweethearts became a term in the Marvel fandom that same night. It was two-and-thirty in the morning, and Tom was waiting for you outside as you picked up your things from the room.

You’d taken off your heels and replaced them with slippers.

“You ready?” He asked you when you walked out.

“Yes, sir.”

“Let me.” He took your bag and put it over his shoulder.

People in the hallway were already clearing out to go home since the show had ended.

“Thanks.”

“No, thank you,” he replied and you frowned, encountering his blue, harmonious eyes gazing back at yours. “I know it wasn’t easy to make our relationship public, so…”

“No, actually it was.”

Tom’s the one who frowned this time. “What?”

“Yeah…” You held his hand. “I realised that I wanted to share with the world that the person I go home to every night is the brightest star in the sky… and in Hollywood, just that people haven’t realised it yet.”

He chuckled and kissed the back of your hand, pecking you on the lips afterwards. “Let’s go home, love.”

You nodded, offering him a half smile. “Yeah, let’s.”

And you walked through the hallway to make your way out of the building while holding hands.

SO CUTE! SO CUTE! SO CUTE!

Family [Part 2] - Dad!Billy Hargrove

[Requested]

Words: 2.620 words

Type: Fluff

Summary: You, Billy (and your 2 kids) go back to Hawkins for a high school reunion.

Warning: English is not my first language. Swearing. Mentions of Abuse. Sorry if I misspelled something.

Part 1      Part 2

A/n: Gif’s not mine :)

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Y/S/N - Your son’s name

Billy wakes up from his peaceful sleep with sounds of a struggling child next to him. He opens his eyes and automatically turns on the light of the nightstand. The cutest sight appears in front of his eyes, his daughter trying to climb the bed that he’s in.

“What are you doing, princess?” Billy whispers and his daughter jumps in her tiny feet.

Billy doesn’t even know how she got scared since he even turned on the lights, but he still laughed.

“Up, Daddy” The kid says with her arms up in his direction, opening and closing her fists.

Billy unwraps his arm from around your shoulders and you just move a bit closer to his chest. He picks Y/D/N up from the ground and she sits down in front of him, with her hair looking like a bird’s nest and her face swollen from sleeping.

“I had nightmare, daddy” She whispers and Billy gives her a small smile.

“What was it about?” Billy whispers at her.

“About you and mommy” She whispers as a little pout started forming in her lips. “In my dream, you and mommy disappeared in beach” She says with her messy English as her eyes fill in with tears.

“Oh, princess” Billy says while pulling her close to him.

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God I really love this series I can’t wait to read more. 

Finally Found My Way

Part 11

Warning: language, anxiety, fluff 

Summary: After four years of being tortured by hydra, you were finally back, yours powers stronger than ever. But that was not all.

Word Count: 5.9K

A/N: If you haven’t noticed yet, but I don’t really read over these, so its unedited. I sometimes read them like a day or two later and edit them, so sorry if some stuff sound weird. But I hope you enjoy it! 

(gif not related to story, just really love it and wanted to post it.)

You couldn’t sleep all week. The nightmares returning, the yelling and sweateness and panting. You couldn’t sleep anymore. Because Peter wasn’t holding you. Yes that sounds pathetic and weak, but you had to admit it. Peter made you feel safe, and safe is sleep. But this was all mostly your fault. You avoided Peter at all costs. You trained on different times, telling Steve you had a lot of work and couldn’t do it at your usually time. Steve obviously changed it, making you feel as comfortable as possible. You went to the library during lunch, MJ usually tagged along, not wanting to spend the whole lunch with just the guys. You avoided Peters faze during the classes you had with him. Thank god MJ was your lab partner.

But soon enough, Friday came rolling around.

“Hey, so we still on at your place?” Ned says as you and him walked down the halls to your locker.

“My place?” You say forgetting you had asked them to come over.

“Yea, you said on Monday that movie night was gonna be at your place. Unless you don’t want to-“ Ned says seeming a little disappointed, he really wanted to see the conpound.

“Oh yea yea, no it’s still at my place,” you said, “um is-is uh Peter coming,” you quietly said as you closed your locker.

“Yea pretty sure!” Ned says happily. “I’m just gonna stop at my house and I’ll be at your place at 6!” Ned says jogging off.

FUCKKKKKKKK, what are you gonna do now???? You had successfully avoided Peter, but now, NOW he’s coming and you will have to face him, be in the same room as him. What are you suppose to say? Sorry I walked in on you jacking off, it really turned me on?! Like the fuck?

You race over to the compound as the million of scenarios flipped through your mind. You could always cancel? But that would be mean, they were really excited to come. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckkkk

You walk into the compound, finding your Dad and Rhodey talking in the kitchen. “Hey, dad.” You say dropping your bag down and sitting on the stole next to the counter. “I have some friends coming over in a few minutes, please don’t bother us with you stories and tech, I don’t need you showboating.” You say taking a bite of your apple.

Tony gives you an offended look, “Heyyyyy, I thought you liked my stories!”

You roll your eyes, “I do the first time, not the other thirty times.” You say. “And they’ll most likely want a tour, so I’m also gonna do that, so don’t freak out when you see some teenagers walking around.

“Yea ok, just don’t let them touch anything, I don’t need another teenager breaking a suit,” he says eyeing you down.

“Hey! That was one time!” You say as your dad rolls his eyes and continues his conversation with Rhodey.

-

Ned was the first to arrive, not wanting to be late and missing out on anything. Mj and Fladh came at the same time, greeting you with a hug. Flash tried to contain his excitement, but you could see right through him.

“So you guys wanna your?” You say as they all stood up in amazement.

“Yea!” They all yell.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Peter though?” Mj says, following you down the hall.

“Oh um he knows his place around.” You say trying to sound calm. Because anytime someone brought up Peter, all you could see was his hand working on his throbbing, hot, long cock- stop, not now Y/N

You first show them the lab, they look at the equipment and technology in amazement, Bruce gives you a strange look before you smile and wave your hand at him. “Is that the HULK!” Flash says a little to excitedly.

You let out a small chuckle, “Yea, but he goes by Bruce here.” You say as Flash’s face reddens a bit. You continue to show them around, leading them to the hallways of bedrooms, passing by Sam and Bucky, earning gasps from Ned and Flash, MJ knew how to keep her cool. “And lastly the training room,” You say opening the doors to the training room taking a step inside. They all did a 360 turn, looking at every angle in the room. Ned stops facing a wall, as he brought his hand up and pointed in that direction.

“What happened there?” He said, you turn to see what he’s pointing at, your face falls blank as you stare at the whole in the wall, it was slowly being rebuilt. You stare at it for a little too long, making your friends give you a questioning look.

“Y/N? You ok?” Mj says, as she reached to touch your shoulder. You quickly snap out of your state and shKe your head. You turn giving them a forced smile.

“Y-yea, everything’s fine. Someone just had an accident and the wall was the victim.” You say walking towards the door. “So, wanna watch the movie now?” They all turn giving each other looks of confusion, but nod there heads following you out the door to the common room.

About thirty minutes passed until Peter finally came. “Sorry I’m late, I just had…some things.” He says dropping his bag to the side of the couch.

“It’s fine, we’re only a few minutes into the movie.” Ned says not taking his eyes off the tv. You and MJ snuggled under a fluffy blanket on the couch. Ned sat cris-crossed on the floor in front of the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, and Flash laid next to him, occasionally reaching to get popcorn.

“Cool…what movie is this?” He says looking at the tv screen trying to figure out what movie it is.

“Robin Hood.” Mj answers.

“Robin Hood?” Peter repeats, the movie just came out yesterday, how did you get it?

“Yea! Tony Stark was sitting here when we came and said that he gets it early because he liked Robin Hood, then he told us a really cool story about one of his huge Halloween parties and he went as Robin Hood.” Ned says enthusiastically, as you rolled your eyes teasingly.

“Nice,” Peter says, as he casually takes a seat on the couch…next to you. The common room was pretty big, there was more than one couch in the room, but nope. He decides to sit in the same one your sitting on, only about three inches away.

You felt your heart picking up, you tried focusing on the movie, (it was actually really good so far, damn Taron Everton is hot af) but you couldn’t help your gaze slip a little, looking at Peters profile. Peter also couldn’t help but take a few glances at you here and there. He couldn’t stop thinking about, you were the only thing he was thinking about. Why weren’t you talking to him? Had he done something wrong?

When your eyes move to take another sneak peak at Peter, his eyes were already on you. You both lock eyes, just staring deep into the other eyes. Peter watched as your eyes sparkled even in the dark and you watched as his chocolate brown eyes stared back at yours. And that’s when it came back. The water in his hair, the curls sticking to his forehead. His lips between his teeth, the few moans that left his lips-

You quickly got up from your seat on the couch, making Mj shift her whole position because her head was resting on your shoulder, “I-I’m j-just g-gonna go to the…bathroom.” You say, Mj surprised at your sudden moves. You quickly make your way out of the common room, as you walked down the hall until you were in a corner. You lean your forehead against the wall, as you hand came up to touch the wall for support. You stayed there until your breathing calmed. But it soon picked up when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You quickly turn around taking ahold of the persons wrist twisting there hand around their back as you pushed them against the wall.

“It’s just me man,” Peter says his words a little muffled because his face was smooshed against the wall. You quickly retract your hand as you take a step back.

“S-sorry.” You say looking down at the ground.

“Are you okay?” Peter says taking a step forward.

“Y-yea always.” You say forcing smile out.

“Um- y-you’ve been avoiding me?” Peter says rubbing the back of his head.

“W-what pffffffft no, I-I’ve just been uh busy.” You say rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Busy? Since when are you to busy to say hi?” Peter says, his voice a little hurt that your lying to him because he knows when your lying.

“I’ve just been busy Peter, ok, just leave me alone.” You snap at him. Why is this so difficult! Just tell him how you feel, stop hiding! Why did you have to yell at him? FUCK.

“Fine,” Peter says rolling his eyes and going back to the common room. He doesn’t know what he did to upset you, but he wasn’t gonna stand there and get yelled at  and if you wanted to be left alone, then he’ll go, you know where to find him.

You wait a few minutes until you go back. When you enter you see that no one has moved from there seats, except Peter. He wasn’t there. “Um hey, uh- w-where’s Peter?” You ask.

“Oh he said May needed him back home for something, he said he’ll see us on the field trip on Monday.” Ned answers.

“Field trip?” What field trip???

“Remember the Decathlon field trip on Monday. We’re going to DC again.” Mj answers looking at you strangely. “Y/N are you okay?”

You look down at at Mj, moving over to sit next to her. “Yea I’m fine, it just slipped from my brain.”

“Your still coming though?” Ned says turning around to face you, Flash does the same.

“You have to come, if we win this we’re gonna go to finals and we need you!” Flash says.

“Yea I’m coming, don’t worry.” They all nodded their heads in response, turning there attention back to the movie.

For the rest of the time, you couldn’t focus on the movie. Why? Peter’s why. Why did he have to be so cute? Why did he have to be so nice, so caring, so sweet, so, so…so Peter! It was unfair, should you tell him how you feel? No! You can’t, it would just complicate things. And besides if you did, you would just hurt him. That’s all you are, you are dangerous. People can’t come too close to you because you’ll just end up killing them. Your not going to let Peter end up the way Wade did.

Flash drove Ned and Mj home after the movie. It was actually a nice night, besides the whole Peter thing, which was still on your mind, it was nice. You close the door, as the car leaves. You made your way back to the common room, laying back down on the stack of blankets.

“Hey kid,” Bucky says taking a seat by your head. You make room for him, laying your head down on his lap. Bucky brought his hand up to play with your hair as you let out an annoyed grunt. Not because of Bucky. “What’s wrong?” Bucky asks, as he continued to stroke your hair.

“Everything! Everything is just ughhhh.” you say closing your eyes in frustration.

“Was the movie not good?” Bucky asks, confused at your sudden annoyance.

“No, the movie was good, you should watch it actually- no but it’s just- ugh it’s just Peter.” You say opening your eyes, locking them with Bucky’s, as he stopped stroking your hair and just placed his hand atop of your head.

“What about Peter?” Bucky says sturnly, “Did he hurt you? Because I swear if he did-” You sat up, placing your hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“No, no he didn’t do anything. Well he did, but not intentionally, it’s actually my fault, I don’t know what I’m thinking, I don’t even think I am thinking. It’s just everything and I don’t know, I just don’t know like-” Bucky takes his hand in his.

“Hey, hey, calm down. It’s just me, you can tell me. Just take a breathe first.” Bucky says as his eyebrows furrowed.

You nod your head, and take a deep breathe in, letting it out a few seconds later. “I think… I think I like Peter.” You say your eyes looking down at your hands in Bucky’s. “But I can’t, I can’t like him.” You say quickly after.

“Why can’t you like him?” Bucky says, as a smile tugs on his lips.

“It’s just he’s- why are you smiling?” You say looking at Bucky’s face. Buckys puts his hands up in surrender.

“I’m not!” He says as the smile grows.

“Yes you are! I’m not saying anything.” You say as you drop your head on the other side of the couch, burying your face into the pillows and blankets.

“Hey, c’mon, I can’t help the smiling, but I won’t say anything. C’mon doll,” Bucky’s says as he shakes your shoulder a little. You turn your head so you could see his face.

“Fine.” You let out, as you sit back up. “I can’t like him because I…I don’t wanna hurt him,” You say the last part quietly, as your eyes dropped down to your hands again.

“Hurt him?” Bucky says, as the smile fades away and a more concern expression appears.

“Yea…everyone that comes too close, get’s hurt.” You say as all the memories of you hurting people appears. You remember the night they took Wade away, the stories you’ve heard of Steve and Bucky loosing it after you disappeared. The times Tony’s beat himself up about you.

“Y/N, you don’t hurt people,” Bucky says, as he sat closer to you, putting his hand on your lap.

You shake your head, “No, I do! I hurt you guys, I hurt Wade, I almost killed Peter!” You feel the tears pushing against you eyes, trying to break free. No, don’t cry. Bucky lifts your chin up softly, so you could see his face.

“That’s not your fault. Y/N you can’t hurt us because we’re always gonna be here. What happened to Peter, wasn’t your fault, and he’s fine. Y/N, you can’t expect everything to be your fault. Not everything is on you.” You shake your head.

“Well it is, I’m dangerous and- and I can’t control it. I-I don’t wanna hurt you guys. I’m going to protect you guys, b-because I’m not a baby anymore.” You feel a few tears run down your cheek. Bucky brushes the tears away. “S-stop,” you says as you push his hands away and wipe there tears away yourself. You don’t need him to see you when your weak.

“Y/N you can cry.” Bucky says, as his heart aches seeing you like this. You shake your head frantically.

“No, I can’t, it’s weak. I’m-I’m not weak,” You say as more tears fall down and you struggle to wipe them. Bucky takes ahold of your wrists, bringing them down, as he locked eyes with yours.

“Y/N showing your feelings is not a sign of weakness. You can let it out… it will make it better.” Bucky says as he wraps his arms around your shaking your body. You don’t protest, you shed a few tears, as it soaked up his shirt.

“I-I’m s-sorry Bucky, y-you can’t s-see me like t-this,” You say not trying to push away, as you continued to cry quietly, trying to contain the loud sobs for escaping.

Bucky’s rubs your hair, as he pulled you closer, “No, don’t be sorry, don’t you ever say sorry for showing me how you feel.” You nod your head against his chest, as you continued to let everything out. It wasn’t as bad as the first time, but it did relieve the stress you had. You cried until you grew tired and feel asleep against Bucky’s chest. Bucky let you rest on the couch, as he stroked your hair, trying to take all the pain away from you.

Bucky heard footsteps coming down the hall and then chattering. Steve and Tony. As they entered the room, there discussion abruptly stopped when the saw you laying on Bucky. Your face wet and red. Tony opened his mouth, but Bucky brought his hand up to his mouth, telling them to stay quiet so you don’t wake up. Bucky slowly brought your head up and set it down gently on the couch, as he walked towards Tony and Steve. You shifted a little mumbling something in your sleep, as you became comfortable again.

Bucky let Steve and Tony back into the hallway, so they could talk normally, without waking you up. Tony started, “What happened? Is she okay? Did someone hurt her?”

“She’s just fighting with herself.” Bucky said as he looked in the direction of the common room.

“What do you mean?” Steve said as he crossed his arms.

“She think’s…she thinks she’s dangerous, she thinks if she drops her guard or comes too close she can hurt….us.” Bucky says.

“Us? She can’t hurt us?” Steve says in disbelief of what you said.

“She says she has to protect us,” Bucky continues. Tony stays silent, as his breathe became heavy.

“Protect us? W-what- why, she’s just sixteen, this shouldn’t be all on her.” Steve says, rubbing his face. “Tony, what are we gonna do?” Steve tries to think what could’ve happened in those four years for them to break you.

Tony shakes his head, “I-I don’t know.” they all look at each other waiting for someone to think of a way to help you. But everyones silent.

Steve, Bucky and Tony all ended up sleeping in the common room, they wanted to stay with you all night. Tony sat beside you, bringing your head up to rest on his lap. Bucky laid on the couch beside yours, and Steve laid on the ground close to your couch as well. There were more couches in the room, but they wanted to stay close to you even if you guys were in the same room.

You ended up getting one of your dreams, you started shifting on Tony’s lap. This was the first time Tony and Bucky have seen you in the middle of one. Steve remembered the first time he’s seen on of yours. Tony didn’t know if he should wake you up or not. Tony instead pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. You begin to whimper, and sweat. Steve got up, and sat next to you. Bucky say up from the couch, leaning his elbows on his knees. They all felt useless, they didn’t know what to do.

You then shot up from Tony’s chest, screaming. You rub your eyes, as you caught your breathe. That’s when you feel all the bodies surrounding you. You quickly jump off the couch, tripping on the blankets that tangled your feet, and falling face down in the middle of the common room. You feel hands on your shoulders, you bring your hands up to defend yourself as you closed your eyes. When the person turns you over, you throw a punch out, but there quick to grab your wrist, you throw your other hand out, they grab that one as well. You started to kick your feet, and you start sqwerming on the floor. This has never happened before. Who’s touching me?! You start panicking, Peter’s the only one that’s held you during the dreams. But this, this isn’t Peter.

You feel the person, sit on top of you, locking your hips between there legs, they held your wrist on either side of your head. You start shaking your head side to side. Another set of hands come to hold your head. Is this when your gonna die? You hear people talking, but’s it’s muffled because of your up coming panic attack. You feel a weight on your chest, your chest going up and down, as you try to breathe. You feel the tears coming down your face. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe! You start to cry out. You can’t breathe.

Steve was on top of you, he held your now glowing hands.

“Get off her, she’s having a panic attack!” Tony yells, as he starts to see you try to breathe.  

“Her hands-” Steve says, but Tony is quick to start.

“Get off her NOW!” Tony is starting to panic. Steve quickly gets off you. Bucky picks you up, letting you sit up right. Your eyes are still shut, as you still cried out. Tony sits in front of your, he takes your glowing hands in one of his. They burned his hand, but he didn’t let go. Tony brought his other hand up to cup your cheek. You continued to yell, and scream. Tony’s hand started to bleed.

“What’s happening?!” Nat came running into the room, the rest of the team following behind her. They all looked between you, Tony, Steve and Bucky. Thor pushed past everyone making his way towards you. Tony tried talking to you, but you couldn’t hear him.

“Move aside, Stark.” Thor says as he crouched down beside Tony.

“No!” Tony says, the pain starting to get to him. But he didn’t care, you were his daughter, this shouldn’t be happening to you. Thor grew annoyed. He saw your arms and chest start to glow as well, he couldn’t let you explode, not here, at least. So he pushed Tony aside, making Tony fall to his side. Thor picked you up as you continued to cry in pain. It was no longer just breathing, it was physical pain. You didn’t know what was happening, but when Steve was holding you down, it just brought back all the times they use to trap you done and do procedures on you.

Thor ran outside, until he was across the massive field in the back of the compound. And just on cue, you let out a massive cry as the energy from your body releases, destroying all the trees and equipment that was by the edge of the field. Thor was there though, he could take the pain. What could you say, he was the God of the Thunder. Thor sat down on the ground, he kept you on his lap. He noticed the rest of the team at the far end of the compound watching it all go down. That’s when you begin to move, you open your eyes, seeing Thor’s face above you. He gives you a smile, the smile you let out when something finally goes right. You start to sit up on his lap.

“W-what happened?” you say looking around, seeing the trees fallen down and burnt up.

“Little stark, you had what we Asgardians call a night-terror.s”

“Night-terros?” you say as you felt the breeze go through your body.

“It’s when your in a dream, and it comes out into the real world, your powers…you lost control.” You shake your head, as Thor pulled you closer.

“Did-Did I hurt anyone? Thor did I hurt you?” You push away checking his body for any cuts or blood. But there was nothing. Thor lets out a soft chuckle, as he took your hand in his large ones.

“Oh little stark, I’m a God, your silly for thinking that.” You laugh with Thor, as you realize he’s right. But the mood dies down when you turn your head to find the team standing on the other side of the field. “We should go back,” Thor says, standing up, letting you stand by him, he held your hand as the two of you walked across the field. You soon saw, your dad holding a towel around his hand. You and Thor were just a few feet away from everyone, but Tony couldn’t wait, He ran towards you until his arms were wrapped around you. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt you wrap your arms around him. You guys stay like the for quite some time until Steve pats Tony’s shoulder telling him they should go back inside.

Tony pulled away, his hand came up to pushing back some loose hair that came to your face. He then checked your face for any cuts or scars, let me rephrase that, he checked your face for any new cuts or scars. You let out a weak laugh, “I’m fine, dad.” Tony then held your cheek his thumb caressing your cheekbone. You saw his glazed eyes, and it broke your heart.

“You scared me sweetheart,” Tony says softly. You wrap your arms around his torso.

“I’m sorry Dad.” You pulled away taking Tony’s hand in yours. You moved the towel and examined the burnt flesh. It was bad. His whole palm was bleeding and you felt him tense up when you touched it. You started shaking your head, you felt the tears run down your cheeks. You hurt him. You hurt him. You hurt him!

Tony retracted his hand, lifting your chin up to see him, he brushed your the tears coming down your cheeks. “I’m fine sweetie.” You shake your head ‘no’

“N-no it’s not fine. I hurt you. I-I hurt you dad. Me n-not some bad guy, I did.” Tony wrapped the towel around his hand again, pulling you close to him after. He rested his chin on top of your head as you cried in his chest. “I-I’m s-so sorry daddy, I didn’t m-mean too.” Tony stroked your hair as you continued to sob.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not that bad anyways, and I know you weren’t in control.”

“But it was me.” You whisper to yourself.

Tony took you back into the compound, he settled back into the couch, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. The rest of the team went back to their rooms, in Tony’s order. You were weak. You knew after taking out all your energy you would feel weak afterwards. Your body felt numb.

“What do you wanna watch,” Tony said as he rubbed your arm up and down.

“Whatever you want,” Tony looked down at you, his eyes widened.

“Since when have you ever not wanted to pick the movie,” he said teasingly.

“Since I hurt you,” You say making the mood die down. Tony’s face drowned.

“Y/N, I said I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me.” You lifted yourself up, so you were sitting up looking at Tony.

“But dad I did, I hurt you, I lost control of these bullshit powers! I hurt you dad and you can’t say it’s not my fault because it was me, it was my hands, it was my body and it was my powers. D-daddy I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” Oy choked back the sob from escaping your throat. Tony’s heart shattered right then and there. He pulled you into his arms once more.

“Y/N, sweetie, I’ll never be afraid of you. Your my little girl, I’ll be afraid for you never of you. You have to understand that.” Tony said into your hair. You nodded in response, still holding onto him for dear life.

You ended up picking Robin Hood, you didn’t really pay much attention before, but you ended up falling asleep on Tony in the first ten minutes of the movie. He stayed with you the whole night. Thankfully you were too drained to have a dream, and just had a dreamless sleep. Tony stayed awake though, not wanting anything to happen if he fell asleep.

-

You slept through all of Saturday. Tony only left your side to use the bathroom. He didn’t dare move you from your spot, afraid to wake you. The rest of the team took their turns sitting with you. Tony brought his computer when he sat with you, so he could finish some work when you were resting.

Soon enough, you woke up Sunday afternoon. You shifted in your sleep, which wasn’t much surprise because you moved a lot in your sleep. But you brought your arms above your head as you stretched out your body. When tony noticed this movement, he slapped his computer closed putting it down on the table. The rest of the team were spread out around the room, but when they saw Tony’s sudden movements they quickly made there way to the couch you laid on. They all circled around you.

You rubbed your eyes, and they fluttered open. “Jesus-!” You yell grabbing your chest at the sudden faces circling you. “Can’t a girl get a few minutes of sleep.” You say seating up. They all ignored what you said as they came around the couch sitting in front of you.

“Are you feeling better?” Steve said.

“Yea I guess.” You looked around the room seeing all their concerned faces. “Why does it look like someone died?”

Tony answered this one, as he put his hand down on your lap, making you turn your attention to him. “Peanut… you’ve been asleep… for a day and a half.”

“What?!” You looked at your family, seeing their faces as they nodded. “Why didn’t you guys wake me? I missed a whole day!” You don’t know why you were angry. Maybe it was because they all watched you sleep. Your helpless weak body, on the couch unguarded.

“Wake you? Y/N you needed the rest.” Bucky said confused at your attitude.

“I’m not weak; I don’t need sleep.” You say rubbing your face with your hands in frustration.

“Since when was sleeping a weakness?” Steve questions.

“Since every time I sleep I lose control, and fucking blow something up!” They all stay silent, as you beat yourself up about this. “I’m not weak,” you whisper, but Tony heard.

“We never said you were weak, we just said you needed the rest after what happened.” Tony rubbed your back. I’m not weak. I’m not weak. Wait you were asleep all day. On the couch. On a Saturday. When Peter has training. You picked up your head from your hands looking at Steve in shock.

“What? What’s wrong,” Steve said as a rush of worriedness and concern came in.

“Did Peter see me? Did he see me asleep here.” You wanted to know if Peter saw you asleep, because your body gave out. You wanted to know if he cared enough to come. Steve relaxed when he heard what you said.

“No he said he was busy helping his Aunt with something this weekend, can’t make it to training.” A have Steve a small nod, but a small part of you wanted Peter to come. A small part of you wanted him to hold you. To keep your body close to his, to kiss your forehead when the dreams would start up. To trace shapes on your arms. But no, he wasn’t busy with aunt may he was avoiding you. You pushed him away and now he’s gone.

“I’m gonna go pack.” You say softly standing up, but that caused everyone else to stand up.

“Pack? Pack for what?” Clint says as he stood in front of you. Tony and the rest stood beside him not allowing you to move.

“The decathlon trip tomorrow. We’re only staying for the night and coming back Tuesday. No biggy.” You say as you try to get around them, but Tony steps in front of you this time.

“Your not going.” He says.

“What?!” You say confused.

“Y/N your not going. Not after all this, we need to help you, you need to stay low.”

“Stay low- I have to go. And I’m fine. I got a day of sleep, I’m healthy and thriving.” You say sarcastically.

“Your not going. End of discussion.” He stays sternly.

“End of discussion my ass, I said I was going they are all counting on me.” Steve says language under his breath but just receives a slap to the arm from Bucky and Sam.

“And I’m your father and I don’t need you losing it.” You released a half-hearted chuckle.

“Wow dad. And you ask me why I didn’t say anything.” Your face becomes serious again. “This is why, I knew if you guys found out, you would treat me like I’m a fucking child-“

“Watch your mouth,” Tony says.

“Really?! Are you kidding. I’m going and that’s the end of the discussion. I don’t have time to whine about my problems when my team needs me. And I’m fine for your information, you don’t need to lock me down in the compound, because I’m perfectly fine.” You said, you took a deep breath, as you looked back into Tony’s. “You have to trust me dad.”

Tony pulled you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around him. “I just don’t want you to be alone. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He says against your head. A smile spreads across your face.

“I’ll be fine dad. I promise.”

“Awwwwwwwwww,” You hear the whole team say. You and tony pulled away rolling your eyes. But they all come into a big family hug, everyone squishing the other. It was annoying, but it was sweet. It just showed how much everyone cared for the other.

-

“Call me if anything happens. Anything at all. Actually call me when you get there, and when you get to the hotel and when you wake up the next day. But if you need to call me at night you can. If you feel yourself losing it call me. I’ll answer don’t worry. Also send a text, I might call after though because you know I don’t like texting. Actually forget what I said, don’t really forget it, I’ll just call you every hour just to check with you, you can call me though if-“ you put your hand on your dad’s shoulder to stop him from talking anymore. You give him a soft smile easing his nerves.

“I’m gonna be fine dad. Don’t worry.” Your dad returns the smile.

“I’m never gonna stop worrying. Your my little girl.” He says pulling you into a hug. He holds you a little too long that you have to tap his shoulder.

“Ok dad, I have to go now.” Tony pulled away nodding his head. You opened the car door, slipping out and grabbing your duffel bag from the trunk. You start walking to the bus before you head your dad’s voice. You turn on your heel as you looked at your dad from the car window he rolled down.

“Love you peanut!” He yelled as he waved to you.

“Love you too!” You yelled back waving back to him.

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A/N: hoped you liked part 11, I’m really enjoying writing this series. Already started writing Part 12.

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Life just continues

So I’m sitting here in my livingroom with knots in my stomach because I’m coming to the realization that I have to go to a party in less than 3 hours and boi I’m anxious

Ahhhhhhhhhhh

Marvel Studios’ Avengers - Official Trailer

AAAAAA!! My heart, so pure

Someone is Better than No One pt. 2

Pairings: Billy x Henderson!Reader Words: 712 Summary: Billy opens up to you when he needs someone most. Part: 2/2  A/N: This one is significantly shorter than the first part but I needed to finish it somehow and this is what happened. Not my best work, but it does what it needs to do. I hope you enjoy! Also, I’m fairly certain that it never said anything about Billy’s mom, so I made everything about his mom up.

Part 1

The two of you lay on your bed in a thick silence, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts consume your brain as you stare into the darkness. Billy opens his mouth several times but closes after a moment, unsure what to say or how to even talk about his repressed feelings.

“Who hit you?” You couldn’t bear the deafening quiet any longer.

“Steve,” Billy was quick to respond, “Steve Harrington.” His voice holds anger as he spits the name.

“Steve…” You wait for Billy to correct his answer, but he never does, “Okay,” You say with a sigh, “You don’t have to tell me, just know that I’m here when you decide to tell the truth.”

“I just said Steve hit me,” Billy hisses in efforts not to wake your mom and brother in the rooms just a few doors down.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time but I know Steve, he wouldn’t hit you unless you gave him a reason to.” Billy rolls his eyes and silence settles between the two of you once more. “You don’t have to lie to me, whatever you want to say will stay between us. I’m not trying to force you into talking but I’m trying to be your friend here, you just have to let me.” You turn slightly to face him, his eyes are locked on the quiet ceiling fan, the shadows from his curls cascade onto your pillow in the illuminating moonlight. Billy doesn’t utter a word. “Okay, you want to lay in silence? We’ll lay in silence.” Your eyes find their way back to the ceiling, content with his company.

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TEENAGER (4’x5’) acrylic on Masonite

“I steer clear from graveyards, they are cliche in my death obsessed generation.” -CSH

I was thinking about how strange it is that we decorate our graves with a depiction of the tool that killed Christ. Wouldn’t it be funny if we decorated our graves with depictions of the tools that killed us, and instead of graveyards filled with crosses, we’d have graveyards filled with pill bottles, firearms, machetes, baggies of cocaine, rabid foxes, and swollen feet. I think that would be funny. Or do we put crosses on our graves to show that we are overcoming our deaths like Christ? Now that’s just silly. What if it’s just a marketing scheme for church, like an ad? That one I might believe.

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Beauty and the Beast

Word count: 1142 

Pairing: Platonic!Loki x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Swear words, kinda sad

Summary: Y/n Stark feels neglected by her dad, so Loki takes it into his own hands to fix it.

Y/n laid on the couch of the avengers’ library, she was curled into a small ball, a blanket was draped over her. Loki sat on a chair opposite of her, his nose in a book. He became alert when he heard her sniffle. Loki would never admit it but he saw himself in the young Stark.

“Everything alright?” He put the book down on the table beside him.

“No,” She wiped her eyes, “But I know you want to read and you don’t care about my problems so I am not going to yap your ear off with my sob story”.

Loki’s face softened and walked over to her. He sat beside her on the couch and ran his hand through her hair, “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes watered even more as she started, “You know moving here after my mom shipped me off, I thought that maybe my dad would be happy and we bond and all that cheesy shit. It was like that for a good week and then, Peter god damn Parker shows up and next thing I know, I’m tossed aside for the spider thing to take my place as his child. I know that him not knowing me for 16 years would be strange, but damn, I would think he would try to bond with me, but I ended up being the kid he adopted after he found me in a fucking Taco Bell parking lot”.

“I know what you mean,” Loki sighed, knowing what it felt like to be the unwanted child, “Your dad loves you, he just, doesn’t know how to show it”.

“He shows Parker all the love but fuck me right,” She started to sob.

Loki pulled her into his chest and tried to calm her. He ran his hands through her hair, he rubbed her back, he tried all he could. Nothing worked so he transported both of them to her room. He snapped his fingers and her favorite foods were on her nightstand.

“Friday, play Beauty and The Beast on Y/n’s Television please,” He planted himself on her bed and she laid her head on his shoulder. Her crying subsided as the Disney movie started playing. Loki felt her relax and he put his arm around her, pulling her closer.

Loki remembered the day that she moved into the tower, she looked so scared and awkward, but she warmed up to everyone, including Loki. They became friends and they spent days together enjoying each other’s company as they read. The tower felt more alive with her there, but then Peter showed up. Her seat at dinner wasn’t hers anymore, it was Peter’s. Her spot during movie night became Peter’s, and the place that her dad had for her in his heart, became Peter’s.

When the movie ended, she hugged Loki tight, “Thanks, a lot”.

“Our day isn’t finished,” He smirked at her, “We’re going to take a trip”.

“Where?”

“You’ll see. Close your eyes”.

She complied and then the air suddenly changed. A light breeze was felt on her face and she opened her eyes.

“Wow,” she smiled and looked around.

“Welcome to Asgard lady Y/n,” Loki spoke up from behind her, “I thought that you would like to see the gardens”.

Her eyes brightened and she shook her head enthusiastically. Loki held out his arm, she took it and they walked throughout the gardens.

They spent a little over an hour just wandering and talking. Before they left Y/n stopped Loki.

“I really needed this Loki,” She smiled, “Thank you”.

“I am here for you anytime you need Y/n,” He smiled back, “The gardens are always open to you. Let’s go home”.

They walked back into Y/n room and she crawled into bed, worn out.

“Good nig-”

“Loki,” she looked up at him, “Can you stay until I fall asleep? Read to me?”

He snapped his finger and his favorite chair and the book he had been reading appeared in his hand as he sat down and started reading.

“ ‘Eat then, Beauty,’ said the monster, ‘and endeavor to amuse yourself in your palace, for everything here is yours, and I should be very uneasy if you were not happy.’

‘You are very obliging,’ answered Beauty, ‘I own I am pleased with your kindness, and when I consider that, your deformity scarce appears.’

‘Yes, yes,’ said the Beast, ‘my heart is good, but still, I am a monster.’

‘Among mankind,’ says Beauty, ‘there are many that deserve that name more than you, and I prefer you, just as you are, to those, who, under a human form, hide a treacherous, corrupt, and ungrateful heart.’

‘If I had sense enough,’ replied the Beast, ‘I would make a fine complement to thank you, but I am so dull, that I can only say, I am greatly obliged to you.’ “.

Y/n fell asleep listening to Loki’s voice. It was nearly midnight when he finished,

“Immediately the fairy gave a stroke with her wand, and in a moment all that were in the hall were transported into the prince’s dominions. His subjects received him with joy. He married Beauty, and lived with her many years, and their happiness — as it was founded on virtue — was complete”.

Loki closed the book and set it on the chair, leaving both in her room, he headed for his own.

The moment he stepped outside he was met with the solid body of his brother.

“Brother!” Thor laughed, stepping back, unveiling a not-to-happy Tony Stark, “I never knew that you cared so much for Lady Stark!”

“It’s Y/n, not Lady Stark,” Loki shot Tony a sharp look, “If only her father paid attention to her”.

“What are you getting at greasy asshole?” Tony took a step forward.

“If you weren’t so far up the spider-kid’s ass, maybe you would see that your own blood feels left out,” Loki narrowed his eyes at Tony, “She told me, and I quote, ‘ I ended up being the kid he adopted after he found me in a fucking Taco Bell parking lot.’ She feels like you don’t love her so I had to step in as the father figure”.

Tony’s faced dropped.

“Do you even know anything about her,” Loki threw his hands up, “She is a bright and very sweet girl and you can’t spare to be one minute away from your second child to learn anything about her. You made her cry, a father is supposed to protect his daughter from the ones who make her cry, not be the one who makes her cry”.

Loki scoffed and walked away to his room. When he got there he had a text message from Y/n.

‘Thank you again, Loki. You truly are a great person, no matter what anyone says.’