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1940scrowley · 2 years

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rating: explicit (mdni)

word count: 8k

summary: you and steven get together after a night out. there is not enough plot to justify the length tbh. co-written with @screamforstu ; we are bad at endings sorry <3

content warnings: smut. oral - f receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, steven has little experience but he’s a quick learner. marc is involved for like two seconds. was proof read once during editing lmao. by reading beyond this point, you agree that you are 18+.

Steven felt nerves creeping up his spine as he walked down the hallway to his flat with you. His first official date with you had gone really well, save for the few moments he had Marc in his head, interrupting his time with you. All he could do was tune out the other man as well as he could.

He’s literally fought alongside you, and he probably shouldn’t be so nervous around you after everything you have all been through together. But he really liked you, and a dating setting was very different to one on a battlefield. He wanted to impress you.

He let out a quiet sigh as he dug through his pockets in search of the key. He found it after a bit of fumbling around, and he quickly inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. God, he was fine up until these moments, what has gotten into him?

He let you walk through the door first, following close behind but immediately getting nervous over the thought that he might be too close. He could practically hear Marc laughing at him.

With a little thud and a faint click, the door to his flat was shut.

He removed his jacket, hanging it on the rack before looking blindly around his flat. He didn’t know what to do, his dates have never actually lasted this long. But now you lived with them, so it only made it a bit more awkward for him.

He decided to visit his fish, giving the little creature a bit of food while he tried to think of something to say. He stared at his reflection, hoping Marc would see him struggling, if the other wasn’t already aware, and coached him through this a bit.

‘ Steven, relax. I know I was making fun of you earlier but you’re not doing half bad. I think you really got a shot with her tonight. ’

The words made him stumble backwards, and he glanced at you, hoping he didn’t disturb whatever you were doing. He had a shot with you? What shot? Marc didn’t mean…

‘ You know exactly what I mean, Steven. Go over and make small talk. The rest will play out as it should. ’

Steven swallowed thickly, finally looking away from the bright fish tank and going over to the kitchen where you had been standing. He leaned on the counter, making an attempt to appear calm even though his heart was absolutely hammering in his chest. If it had been physically possible, he thought his heart might actually leap out of his chest.

‘ Silence is a killer. Just ask her if she had a nice night. ’

Steven was kind of glad he had Marc in his head to offer him some advice, as weird as it seemed. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt of the other being present right now, but it was comforting. He couldn’t imagine how any of his other dates would have gone without Marc telling him what to say at the end of the night.

He looked down at you, offering a nice smile as he asked, “Tonight, uh- was it all right?”

‘ Well, that’s definitely a start. ’

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For you, the walk back to the flat was too silent, the kind of silent that rang in your ears. You kept hoping that Steven would look back over his shoulder and speak, replacing the ringing with his voice, but you were left disappointed. Even though you’d heard his voice all night, which pleased you more than you could explain, you wanted him to keep rambling.

Harrow and the gods, the danger that had become your life in this short amount of time, it’d meant that you hadn’t had many- or any, chances to enjoy life. Agreeing to this date with Steven was a decision you didn’t regret.

You stood behind him as he fumbled for the key to your shared flat. Your eyes fell to his hand, watching the way it trembled slightly and you couldn’t help the small smile that curved onto your face. You made it through a whole date, what was there to be nervous about now?

You’d always been rather confident, even in your dating life, this fact partook in keeping you and Marc’s relationship on its feet for many years. But, tonight, you found yourself feeling similarities to how you felt with Marc; timid. Your own anxieties bubbled up a little inside and you just wanted to pop them, god forbid they got in your way. You thanked him as he let you in first, glad your back was to him or he’d see the grin that spread across your face at the feeling of his closeness. He radiated good energies, warmth, you could’ve been blindfolded and ears plugged and still know he was right there.

Your jacket, too thin to keep you warm despite not making it obvious, was hung on the rack and your feet carried you to the kitchen. At first, you walked to the counter, crossing your arms over it. Your head turned to Steven but dropped a little when he went towards the fish tank instead.

Still, your frown didn’t stick. You liked the attachment he had with the fish and its tank, it was so innocent and sweet.

Innocent and sweet- it was unspoken, but you had moments where you wondered if there was even a hint of something darker within Steven, a desire that he’d been hiding inside of him. A lust, a deeper passion, a tug in a direction that strayed from innocence.

You got off the counter and found yourself standing, rather awkwardly, in the middle of the counter. You were glad that you weren’t left there for too long. When Steven was close again, you let out a small breath that you hadn’t even realised was being held as he made his way towards you.

You looked up at him with big, curious eyes, waiting for words to break your silence. When they did, finally, you gave him a quick giggle and nod of your head.

“Tonight was great, Steven, really,” you started, and as you spoke your eyes trailed down his face. They landed on his lips, taking in the smile he offered you. He still looked nervous, like his mind was running a thousand miles per second.

A mindless moment had you stood in front of him at the counter, head tilted to look at the taller man.

You admired the innocence, the gentleness and kindness of Steven, traits that men failed to possess enough of. He was so unique, and kept you reaching for more.

But as your hand met his arm before you even knew you had moved it, and felt the muscle in your palm, you pressed your fingers into his skin as if you needed to hold on.

“I had a lovely time, thank you.”

Your eyes were flickering, unable to pick one place to focus on, until for a quick second they were back on his lips. But really for just a quick second before they shut, your other hand coming up to his chest for support as you leaned onto your tiptoes. You stopped before your lips met, a split second but enough to let your lips brush together as you felt the heat of his breath hit your mouth. But not another second was wasted before you finally kissed him. Your fingers closed around the fabric of his shirt, using that and his arm to keep you on your feet as you felt your legs turn to jelly.

—

Steven kept his eyes on you, not wanting to look away. To him, you are absolutely stunning, and he found it hard to believe you were standing in front of him and he was about to spend the rest of the night with you. It was long overdue.

He closed his eyes and let out a breath upon hearing that you had a good time. He felt his body relax, feeling better about himself knowing that he had done something right. He knew how awkward he was, Marc made sure of that, and those thoughts plagued his mind even while he mindlessly rambled on back at the restaurant.

‘ See, Steven? She had fun, you did good. ’

Marc’s voice was loud inside his head as he looked down at you. Steven didn’t take the praise lightly.

His mind came to a full stop when he felt your hand on his arm, and he sucked in a breath. Your touch sent sparks up his arm that spread through his body, making butterflies erupt in his stomach. He almost didn’t hear the second sentence you said.

Marc was watching from the reflections and it took everything in Steven’s power to not look over at him. He wasn’t used to this, he didn’t know how he should react.

‘ Alright, Steven. Everyone in a mile-long radius can see that she wants you. Go on, kiss her. ’

Steven never thought he’d hear Marc say those words, encouraging him to kiss you. His wife.

‘ Look, I know you’re oblivious to the signs, but I can see them very well. ’

Obviously, right? He’s spent a lot more time with you than Steven has.

‘ Steven, ‘ Marc snapped at him in the mirror. ‘Stop being afraid. Give her what she wants. You. ’

And before Steven could do anything else, your hand had found its way to his chest and your face was close to his. He couldn’t help but hesitate, even as your lips grazed against each other’s.

When Steven hesitated, you couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t want this, your fingers loosening on his shirt. But you didn’t let go. A chance for him to reciprocate the move.

‘ Steven, if you don’t do something about this, I swear I will take control of the body and do it myself. ’

And then Steven felt your fist close around his shirt, then your lips finally against his. God, he’d kissed you before, but this time it was different. It was still as awkward as the first, but it felt just as surreal to him. You had one hand on his arm, pinning it to the counter, so he used his free hand to grab your waist and pull you in impossibly closer. When he did so, your whole body relaxed against him, not having realised how tense it was. Steven could feel the relaxation under his touch.

‘ There you go, buddy. ’

He didn’t know where the move came from, but he was so glad he did it. He could feel your body up against his and his hand flexed on your side as he moved you slowly, so your body was against the counter.

His arm was no longer pinned, but his movements were slow and careful as he brought his second hand to your waist; he didn’t want you to let go of him. Your own hands were now sliding up his shoulder, then his neck, before your fingers nestled in the hair that lay on the nape of his neck. You wanted to tug on the curls, but decided just to play a little with the soft strands.

‘ Take her to the bed. ’

Now, as much as Steven appreciated the advice, he really wanted Marc to shut the fuck up.

But of course he listened. He continued to kiss you for a few more seconds before trying to guide you both back to the bed. He tugged lightly on your waist as he moved backwards, encouraging you to move with him so that the kiss didn’t break. And it was going well until he managed to bump into the stand his fish tank rested on. It caught him off guard and he grunted as your lips fell apart. The breaking of your kiss ripped a whimper from your lips, a sound you had no idea you possessed. But then you smiled, a small chuckle filling the room.

‘ Idiot. ’ He heard Marc laughing.

He fixed himself and looked back down at you, stifling a nervous laugh. “Alright, maybe we can just walk over…’’

Steven glared daggers at the reflection of Marc in the tank once he re-collected himself and you weren’t looking. “That’s enough out of you,” he mouthed harshly towards Marc, not wanting you to know that your husband was practically co-piloting your experience.

He was so quick to guide you to the bed, but he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where he wanted to place himself but he did know that he had to decide very quickly.

And before he knew it, he was sitting on the bed, inviting you to sit on top of him. He had a hand out to you, looking up at you with nothing short of adoration in his eyes. He never thought he’d find himself in this position.

You reached for Steven’s hand, holding onto it as you walked closer to him. His lips were a little red, wet, and god did you wish you could skip the part where you had to walk and just wrap yourself around him. When you did, climbing up onto his lap with a knee resting on each side of him, you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth. You had sat in a position that avoided his dick, more so to avoid causing him any discomfort because despite the bravery and change of character from Steven, you didn’t know how far he was wanting you two to go. Though, there was no ignoring the ache that you were feeling between your legs, crying for friction as you had to hold back from rolling your hips into his.

The look in Steven’s eyes as he looked at you made you feel all sorts of good, a warmth filled you up, a feeling you’d not felt in a while. Marc used to make you feel this way, like a schoolgirl with a crush, and you were sure that he could do that all over again but it’d been rough between you two lately. Though, the longer the three of you spent together, the more the trouble faded away and the love tried pushing back up to the surface.

“Steven…” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Steven let out a breath as his eyes trailed down your body and back up. His smile never faltered. He was absolutely loving the way you looked right now, the way you looked down at him. He never thought he would get this far, but here he was with you on his lap. At the whisper of his name, he gripped your waist. God, he loved the sound of his name coming from your mouth and he wanted to hear you say it again.

Then your lips were back on his, hands on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced as you allowed your tongue to slide along his bottom lip, a move that had your lips trembling. A little breath escaped as your tongue darted against his lip and he parted them, letting you in. Something spurred within him and he kissed back passionately, rougher than he did the first time. You had tried not to break the kiss with a smile when he let you into his mouth, but the smile was gone when he roughened the kiss, taking you by surprise. You let out a small sound of pleasure, getting lost in his mouth, grip on his hair tightening. Then, he pulled your hips up against his, more desperate for the closeness than ever. You had moved your hand to his arm at some point, now feeling the muscles of his arm flex when he moved you.

Despite everything that was sweet and gentle about Steven, his body was strong and you wanted to feel and appreciate every inch of it. You’d seen Marc’s body, of course, but this was Steven- somehow, it felt like a whole different body to explore.

When your hips connected, a small gasp left your mouth, parting lips with him for a moment as your forehead pressed to his. Your eyes remained closed. The gasp alone turned him on even more. Though a little whimper left his mouth when you broke the kiss. Still, he leaned his head into your touch, one hand coming up to get tangled in your hair.

As you started to place light kisses on his face and slowly rolled your hips into his, Steven could feel his desires slowly shifting from those of want to those of need. He could feel the heat between his legs as he made that move, and he was beyond glad that he did. It created that friction that left him wanting more, and it had him gaining a bit more confidence in himself, even though his lack of experience was probably showing.

Steven felt himself grow hard, his cock starting to strain against the fabric that contained it. The feeling of you on him was beginning to drive Steven wild, and even though you’d gotten this far, that Marc flat out told him that you wanted him, he was still rather unsure of the whole thing. But he was willing to experiment and pay attention, just in case you wanted to stop.

He started at the bottom of your shirt, slipping his hands between the material so he could touch your skin. He kept one hand firm on your waist so you wouldn’t fall while his other was snaking up, exploring your back before eventually coming back down.

As he did this, you tilted your head, forgetting his lips for a while to focus on pressing gentle kisses to his jawline, up to the little spot behind his ear. As you did this, you could feel your skin grow goosebumps from where his fingers were touching your bare skin. You tried to lean into the touch but at the same tried to roll your hips into his, slowly but enough to draw a small pleasured sound from your throat. You could feel the length of him growing, could tell how much his body was needing this as well- you were more than willing to give him whatever it was he wanted.

You lifted your mouth to his ear, and again your voice was a whisper.

“I want you, Steven..”

Then you pulled back, looking down to where your hips met before bringing your hands to his chest, lifting your eyes to meet him with a sweet smile.

The whisper sent goosebumps down his spine, causing his stomach to turn with nerves. Hearing you say you want him had him wanting to please you, wanting to make you feel just as good as you made him feel with just these little motions.

“Whatever you want… whatever you don’t… just tell me…” she reassured, all the while her fingers were on the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them. Slow movements, giving Steven time to tell her to stop if he wanted to.

His eyes met yours, his mouth hanging open a bit as he looked up at you, watching and listening intently. The hand that was messing with your hair found its way to your chin. He caressed your skin lightly, pairing it with a response.

“You, I just want you,” he whispered breathily.

He looked down at the spot where your hands were, unbuttoning his shirt. You worked the last button and once it was open, he took his shirt off and tossed it to the side.

A part of him couldn’t help but feel insecure now that one piece of his clothing was gone. Sure, you’d seen his body before- but it was Marc’s, there’s no doubt in his mind that you two have been through this before. But it was him in control of the body now, and he wasn’t used to anyone else seeing it but him.

But you.. Your breath got caught in your throat. Your suspicions were confirmed. It felt like you were seeing his body for the first time. Your gaze trailed along his collarbones, across to his shoulders, flickered to his chest and further down.

He rested one hand on your thigh, squeezing gently while the other went back up to your face, slowly guiding your lips back to his. He missed the intimate contact, he was hoping to regain it.

And he did; he caught you in a kiss again, the hand on your leg slowly trailing up to your waist, landing just under your shirt again. The idea of taking your shirt off struck him, making him excited and nervous at the same time.

He got on with it, lifting the fabric up, pouting when he had to break away from you in order to slip the garment over your head. He tossed it to the side as he’d done with his own, before looking back at you, utterly starstruck.

The sight before him was stunning, gorgeous- he didn’t actually know where to look anymore.

His hands grazed along your stomach as he looked and he realised he was staring. “God- sorry, I’m-” he stared some more as he brought his eyes back up to you. “You’re gorgeous.”

You broke into a smile when he apologised, your smile softening at the compliment, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. However, you couldn’t help the sudden shyness as he stared at you. You weren’t insecure in your skin, you were proud of your body actually, but now you weren’t sure what to do, how to react. What you did know, however, was that you wanted him to lower his hand, touch you all over, run those fingers in the most intimate of places.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay to look, Steven,” you reassured him, eyes meeting his pair again. While his eyes had been looking at you full of adoration, yours were matching his, a sparkle in them as you watched him.

A small giggle left your lips and you shyly dropped your eyes, just for a split moment. “Thank you.”

Then, though hesitantly, you reached behind your back as your teeth sucked in your bottom lip, unclipping your bra. As you pulled the straps down your shoulders, your eyes were flickering over his face, waiting to see if there was any sign of uncertainty or regret. While you hoped he wouldn’t stop this now, you’d respect the decision if he did. As much as you wanted to do it all now, get rid of the clothes and feel every inch of him, you were aware that this was all new to him. You were patient, or trying to be, and he made it rather easy to be- his reactions made it all worth the while.

His eyes shifted from your face to your chest momentarily when you started removing your bra, holding you in place, supporting your back so you wouldn’t fall back.

He sent a silent ‘thank you’ to the gods that you did it yourself, knowing fully well that if he had reached behind you to do so, you’d be left sitting there for five minutes while he fumbled about.

When the second piece of your clothing was gone, his starstruck expression never faltered. “I think you look even more gorgeous now,” he managed. Another tiny ‘thank you’ left your lips at his compliment, enjoying every second his beautiful eyes were glued to you. Your eyes were on his face, taking in every feature up close. It was so odd how when you looked at Steven, you didn’t see Marc, despite them sharing a body- Steven’s features seemed softer. He was just so different overall.

He didn’t know where he wanted to start, where he wanted to touch you first. All he knew was that he wanted you badly, but he also wanted to take his time. He definitely wasn’t about to rush this, not a chance in hell.

Steven leaned up, his lips making contact at the point of where your jaw met your neck. He started by kissing the spot gently, but as he made his way down your collarbone, he nipped lightly at your skin. At first he felt a bit bad for making that decision, but he didn’t hear you protest; he heard quite the opposite, and he kept going, all the way down to your chest.

As his teeth came in contact with the soft flesh of your breast, he kissed the spot as a quick apology, before moving further down. He caught your nipple between his teeth, sucking on the spot lightly before moving to the other and repeating the action. This had one of your hands flying up to his hair, tugging on the curls as a wave of pleasure ran from your head to your toes. For someone who was inexperienced, he was figuring out fast how to use his mouth to make you feel good.

He realised he wasn’t able to keep going down your body because of your current position, so he stopped for a moment. He got a hold of you and moved himself up the bed a bit before making a quick move to flip you over, laying you gently on your back. You let out a sound of surprise at this.

He was over you now, the sight of you under him was just as pleasant as you on top. He used his arms to hold his weight off you, taking in the way you looked before he leaned down and resumed kissing down your body. As he did this, your head was thrown back. One of your hands was on the bed next to you while the other came up to your chest. You massage your breast gently under your palm, trying to keep your breath steady. He stopped when he reached the top of your jeans, finally gazing back up at you through his lashes. There was no doubt that him looking up at you through his lashes was the sexiest thing you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing, the sight alone pulling a quiet moan from your throat.

He worked the button with one hand and once he got it he sat up, pulling them off you.

He discarded them, his hands finding themselves on your legs, tracing circles on them for a moment while he looked at you. His mind was still managing to run one hundred thoughts per second, although they focused on you and what he wanted to do to you.

Once you were out of your jeans, you didn’t like the contrast of how naked you were compared to him, so you sat yourself up. You shuffled around to get onto your knees, bringing Steven up with you so you were both kneeling in front of each other.

“Too many clothes…” you said, big eyes looking at him for a moment before they shut, leaning in to break the space between you into a kiss.

Your hands ran down his chest, one stopping at the waistband of his pants while the other kept going lower. You did this slowly, reading his body language to understand if this was okay. Your fingers brushed over the large bulge that had grown in his pants, but just a quick tease, a gentle massage, before both hands were curling into his waistband and dragging his pants down his thighs. You allowed him to kick them away and then your hand was back to where it had been, letting out a moan at the feeling of him in your palm.

“Please, Steven,” you pulled your lips from his but remained close enough that you could feel his lips brush yours as you spoke. “I need you to do something,” your hand moved along his cock as you spoke, slow strokes, the reactions coming from him telling you to keep touching him. “Anything.. I just need you.”

Steven could feel his cock twitch from the pleasure your touch induced. “Oh, god…” he breathed as he reached a hand to the back of your head, grabbing your hair as he kissed you once more before pushing you back down on the bed. He leaned over you, hands caressing down your body as he moved back. Those thoughts from earlier came back, the ones of how much he wanted to please you, make you feel as blissful as he did. Your head was so clouded with lust and need that you’d barely registered that he’d pushed you back onto the bed until his hands were roaming over your body.

He moved himself down, grabbing onto your legs and pushing them apart as he positioned himself in between them. You held your legs open for him despite how much you wanted to squeeze them shut for a little bit of friction. He tried to steady his breathing as he looked up at you, kissing along the inside of your leg, slowly moving towards the spot you needed his mouth the most. It was becoming more obvious to him that you needed him, aside from you literally telling him, making the teasing aspect more fun for him. A little ‘please’ stuck itself in your throat, unable to get it out.

You’d grown embarrassingly wet from just the slow kisses and slight touches, your cunt begging to be touched, filled, fucked. Your hand found its way back into his hair, holding onto the curls.

He placed a kiss to the top of your clit, eyes locked on you as he did, watching for your reaction. You knew he could tell how soaked you were just from that little kiss to your clit, but that simple move gave you enough pleasure to wash away the feeling of embarrassment at how turned on you had become.

“Steven..” his name came out a mix of a moan and a sigh, fingers tightening in his hair. You found yourself opening your legs some more, an open invitation for the man to do as he pleased to you.

His lips rested over you, brushing lightly as he looked up at you. A little moan got caught in his throat at your reaction. Seeing you like this was the best thing in the world to him, and it turned him on more. It was taking him a lot of self control to be patient.

He took notice of how you moved, and he hooked one arm under your leg so he was in a better position to hold your waist down. Then he dipped his head, licking a stripe up between your folds. It was hard for you to believe this man was inexperienced- the more confident he became, the more he played and searched for all the right ways to touch you. You were more than willing to let him explore, let him learn.

Your eyes fluttered a little, threatening to shut, but you kept them on Steven, free hand not so free anymore as it went back to his. You took one of his hands and moved it up to your breast, giving it a little squeeze.

“Touch me- need you everywhere, Steven.”

Your voice was so quiet, you sounded so fragile in contrast to when you were fighting alongside Steven and Marc. You were like putty under this man.

His eyes met yours as you spoke again, your voice alone nearly taking him out. His hand flexed on your breast as he replied with, “Just show me where…”

And then he tilted his head back down, kissing the top of your cunt again, easing his way back into the motions. He let out a quiet groan upon tasting you again. The hand on your breast worked a bit, finger moving to grab and twirl at your nipple before making its way back down your body, nails leaving a mark on your skin as they passed.

You had nodded your head at his words, unable to get a sentence out in reply. Each move he made had you trying to raise your hips against his arm in a weak attempt to go after his mouth. You let out a broken whimper.

His hand found its way back down, and he paused, pulling his mouth away from you. His fingers grazed between your folds and he was keen on making eye contact as he slipped them inside. Your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, followed by a gasp when his fingers found their way inside you.

He set a slow pace, working your cunt with his fingers. Your heat around his fingers made him spiral; if it felt so good now, he could only imagine what you’d feel like on his cock. And fuck the waiting was so cruel, but he was determined to please you first.

He bent his head down again, curling his fingers to hit you in the right spot as his tongue got back to work. You arched your back a little off the bed, finally allowing her eyes to shut as he worked you open, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body, chills across your skin. His hand was digging into your pelvic bone in an attempt to keep your hips still. He was afraid that if you moved, he’d lose the sweet spot he’d found inside you and he didn’t want to drag it out any longer.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands. You let go of his hair and both hands gripped tightly onto the bed covers, but you quickly regretted the move and one hand was back in his hair. Your grip was tighter than before, holding on like you’d fall if you didn’t and the other hand went to the arm that held you down. It didn’t feel right unless you were touching the man that was making you feel this good, treating you this well.

“Steven- fuck, you’re doing so good,” you praised him when you were finally able to get words out. Your toes curled into the bed, each hit to the soft spot inside of you making you grow closer to the edge embarrassingly fast. His cock twitched at your praise. He was over the moon, knowing that he was doing good even though he severely lacked experience. The praise made him feel good, and he was desperate to keep it up.

“Faster, please, I won’t break…”

Steven immediately obeyed. His hand picked up his pace, coupled with harder thrusts. He wanted to bring you to the top, wanted to watch as he brought you to your peak. And as soon as he sped up, you were a goner.

His mouth stopped moving, but his lips still brushed against you as he tilted his head up to watch. Fuck, you were an addiction to him, the sounds coming from you only fuelling it further and he couldn’t get enough. Despite missing his mouth the second that it stopped, you were too drunk on the orgasm that was growing closer and closer to protest. When you were able to force your eyes open to look down at him, a moan escaped your lips at the sight of his eyes looking up at you with a contradictory mix of adoration and lust. His emotions pooled in his eyes and you would happily drown yourself in them again and again.

Your cries of pleasure rang out as you hit your climax, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he rode you through it, his grip on your waist loosening so you could move. When the high hit you, it hit you hard, you could feel every bit of it like a wave running from your head to your toes, a string of moans filling the air around you. A collection of curse words and Steven’s name were thrown into the mix. Your thighs shook uncontrollably like they’d gained a mind of their own and you were so glad that he thought to let go so you could move freely.

Steven eased his fingers out of you, giving you a moment to recover, earning a sound of disapproval from your gaping mouth. Only his fingers had been in you and already you felt so empty with them gone- you almost feared the aftermath of getting fucked by him. He sat back on his knees, looking down at you in adoration while he rubbed your legs softly. He would never get over how amazing you looked right now, or how good he felt while pleasing you. He thought about his next move, going over it in his mind a couple times.

Then once the moment passed and he felt like you were ready, he grabbed your hips and pulled you down towards him, one arm hooking back under your leg and pushing it towards your body. He looked over at you a bit, using his other hand to line the head of his cock with your entrance.

You had no time to speak, but you didn’t mind because your mind was running so fast yet you hadn’t a clue what to say. So, you were glad when you pulled you down, though it had taken you by surprise. How could you still be surprised after what he’d just done to your body?

When Steven leaned over you, you brought a hand up, cupping the back of his neck in your palm and bringing his head down so your lips brushed together. You could taste yourself on his mouth and the lewdness of it all almost had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. But Steven let out a small whimper when your lips only brushed his instead of connecting them.

“I’m all yours, Steven,” you said, but your voice broke, the moans bordering on screams having weakened your throat. Your other hand was now on the back of his head and you used that to bring him the rest of the way down to seal your lips into a kiss. It was nothing short of passion, need, your mouth moving desperately against his. However, you found it hard to keep your lips moving as his cock began to push through your walls.

The head of his cock had been pressing against your entrance and he couldn’t wait any longer. He started slow as he slid into you and you were so wet that fuck there wasn’t any resistance.

The way he stretched your cunt had you breaking the kiss to throw your head back onto the bed, his name rolling off your tongue like it was the only word you knew in the English language. Steven was groaning, your heat wrapped around him sending him into a haze.

The stretch caused a hint of pain to your body, his girth almost enough to rip you into two, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that had your toes curling into the bed. Your fingers dug into the back of his neck harder the further he slid into you.

Steven’s hand grazed along your torso, coming up to your chest. He massaged your breast as he bottomed out, head falling to the space between your neck and shoulder. His head was spinning from the pleasure that he’s waited so long for.

The wait was worth every second.

Feather-light kisses were placed on your neck as he slowly pulled back out of you, only to rut into you harder the second time, not giving you the chance to get used to him. The kisses to your skin were so gentle and you leaned into them, but the air was suddenly knocked out of you when he pushed right back in without mercy. You let out a gasp, back creating a curve as it lifted off the bed. Your eyes shut tightly. Your body hadn’t felt a pleasure so intense in a while and it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop. You would happily take whatever he gave you.

“Ah, fuck-” he whispered against the shell of your ear, the pleasure he gained from that being overwhelming. Every little sound from Steven, every whimper, moan, groan, they made you feel like you were floating on a cloud.

His head lifted and the hand on your breast moved to cup your chin, tilting your head back down, making you look at him. His thumb trailed across your bottom lip, eyes studying your face. He saw nothing but pleasure on it, this alone earning a smile from him. He set a steady pace, thrusts on the rougher side the longer they progressed. You were almost positive that the Steven you knew was tucked away into a corner. There was a confidence in him that you didn’t recognise, but at the same time there was a feeling, one you couldn’t explain, that this was in fact still Steven. Your eyes locked with his, despite how much they wanted to shut, your mouth opened as a string of moans ripped from your throat.

He dipped his head down, capturing you in another kiss, groaning against your lips as he did so. Then in a second he broke the kiss, hips stuttering as he sat up on his knees. You whined at how fast he pulled your lips apart from his, but then he swapped positions and you were blown away- you had no idea that he could look any hotter until that second; sweaty hair, a dark look in his eyes… on his knees, for you.

He ran one hand through his sweat-slicked curls, moving them out of his face before using both to grab onto your hips. He looked down at you with nothing but lust and need as he moved you in time with his thrusts, finding a new angle to hit that soft spot inside of you again. He wanted to watch you unravel around him for a second time, evident by the way he fucked into you at a rough pace.

You were sure everyone in this building, and the next, maybe even the next, could hear the sounds you were both creating, matching each other in a beautiful song. Your hands were gripping his shoulders, one staying put while the other occasionally ran up and down his arm, nails scratching at the skin hard enough to create a mark and leave a trail of blood behind. You were loving every second of this, every second of Steven’s cock exploring your cunt like this. He had cast his head back, revelling in the feeling of your nails dragging along his skin, the sparks of pain through his body quickly transforming into those of pleasure.

“Oh, god- fuck,” his voice was barely audible as he fell back over you, his hand leaving your hip so he could catch himself. He let out a sigh, hovering over you, eyes exploring your body while he continued his assault on your cunt. He would never get over the sight of you like this; a complete mess underneath him, crying out his name as he fucks you.

Your hand continued down his arm until it reached his arm, moving it from your hip to place it between you both. Your eyes were pleading, desperate, missing the feeling of his soft fingers toying with your clit.

“I’m so close-” a moan cut you off, but you managed to keep spitting your words out. “So close, Steven, please..”

He listened to you, even though his mind was cloudy from how good you were making him feel. He let your hand guide his hand between you and immediately did what he was asked. His fingers grazed over your clit teasingly at first, but he could feel his own orgasm rising and he wasn’t about to release before you could.

So he worked your clit with his fingers, giving you the extra push you needed in order to reach the edge. It didn’t take much longer for you to reach your second climax. Steven could feel it, your cunt clamping around his cock as you released, causing his hips to stutter once more. His hand left your clit, trailing up your body in a comforting motion as he rode you through your orgasm.

Your thighs were uncontrollable as he rode you through this, and as sensitive as you felt, you were loving the way he began to come undone on top of you. Your body convulsed for a moment before you came to a stop, though your chest was rising and falling heavily.

Then his hand fell next to your head, bracing himself as he reached his own peak, not wanting to fall on top of you. His hips quit moving as he came, a filthy groan escaping his throat, eyes shutting for a split second. You moaned with him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you felt him filling you up. You took it all in, not a hint of disapproval as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. There was no greater moment than that of him pushing inside of you one last time, as deep as he possibly could, filling you up more than you thought was possible.

His body was spent and overwhelmed with ecstasy, evident by his slightly shaky arms as he held himself up. He looked down where your hips met, slowly pulling himself out of you. He missed the feeling of being inside you the second he did so; it felt like a part of him was missing now. His eyes ran back up along your body, his own moving in time with his heavy breathing. He cracked a smile, using one hand to move the hair out of your face. He pushed it behind your ear and leaned down to place a much needed gentle kiss to your lips.

Your arms around his neck pulled him in as you shared a kiss so gentle that it seemed unreal that he had just fucked you with a roughness you didn’t know he possessed. But you relaxed into the kiss, only now realising how tense your body was from the two orgasms.

Your breathing mixed with his for a moment before he finally found the will to get off you, moving to lay by your side.

He fumbled for the light covers, but once he found them he pulled them up over your bodies. You turned your body to face him, eyes running over his face, just admitting his beauty for a moment. Then, your hand came up to his face, cupping his cheek softly as your thumb slowly stroked his cheek. His arm fell into place over your waist while he rested his head on his other hand. He was still smiling at you, having no reason to let it falter. He leaned his head into yours a bit before turning his face to kiss your palm lightly. What you two just did had him feeling amazing and judging by your reaction, he knew you felt the same. He took a bit of pride in that- he loved that he was able to make you feel as he did.

“That was… You are incredible.” There was a small giggle to your voice but it didn’t outweigh the honesty and love that was in your tone.

His hand on your waist moved and started trailing slowly up and down your body. “God, no- no, you are incredible,” he repeated, more emphasis on the word ‘you’. He leaned down towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead. You leaned your head into the kiss, sighing softly at the touch. Your eyes ran along his face, manoeuvring over his eyes, the curve of his nose, the redness of his lips. There was no place you’d rather be at the moment than with him.

“You should rest,” he whispered as he leaned back.

You nodded your head a little at his words, scooting closer to him and closing your eyes. He radiated warmth and comfort, more so once he wrapped his arm around you. He shifted around until you were both in a comfortable position; his arm under your neck allowing you to be closer while the other draped lazily across your torso again.

Both of your breathing had relaxed remarkably. You placed your hand on his chest, smiling even though he probably couldn’t see it, before deciding to replace your hand with your head. Your smile only widened now that you could hear the soft beating of his heart as opposed to just feeling it.

You both ended up drifting into a comfortable sleep like that; completely wrapped up in each other, not a single negative thought or energy from either of you, just the synchronisation of the gentle rise and fall of your chests.

#moonknight #x reader #one shot #smut #oscar isaac #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x reader

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nana-kom · 8 months

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Hi so this is the part 2 of delivery boy since some of you have for it ! 💕

This is a wg story, this contain: feederism, humiliation, breaking furniture. If you don’t like don’t read.

Delivery boy

Part 2

Since Chan had met Felix, all his life had changed. First, he had moved home because Félix now needed help with a lot of things, and then he was happy to have found such a perfect boyfriend, especially as he could take care of him as much as feed him whatever he wanted. Chan spent most of his days at college studying and continuing his job as a delivery boy, but once he got home, he could only look after his boyfriend. Félix, despite his weight, continued to work, even if he didn't go out as often as he used to, making photography and working on the photo was still as much a passion as eating. That morning Chan went to the university for her first class of the day and bumped into her best friend Changbin, who had been absent for a while because he was also working alongside his studies, but for the end of the semester he had to be present.

"So you're back after all?" asked Chan.

"Believe me, that's not what makes me the happiest, but Seungmin motivated me to come."

"It's good to listen to the voice of reason."

"Please don't ever say that to his face!" laughed Changbin. "Well then, tell me what's new here?"

"Okay. I didn't dare tell you by message but...I've moved in with someone..."

"WHAT? Who with? And you didn't tell me!"

"It just happened...I fell under his spell, his name is Felix...and...I'm really in love...." said Chan shyly.

"Felix? Wait a minute, isn't that Lee Felix? The photographer?"

"Yes, it is! Do you know him?"

"Uh... just by name..." said Changbin, looking away.

"I could introduce you if you like!"

Changbin nodded and the two men returned to their classes. For his part, Felix was working, one hand retouching photos and the other in a packet of cakes Chan had prepared for him. The apartment had been modified a little since his weight gain, and Chan had bought a bed with a remote control for standing up, and Felix had just slid in a table on wheels so that he could be at his desk without having to move. Felix could still walk, of course, but on the days when he didn't feel like it, they had found a solution. At the end of the day, Felix heard the apartment door open and Chan's voice talking to someone. Out of curiosity, he got out of bed with the help of a handle they'd also added to the bedroom, and once up on his feet, began to make his way around their apartment before coming across Chan and a man he didn't know.

Changbin was surprised to see Felix; he'd never seen anyone so...fat. He'd seen photos of Felix on social networks in the past and wondered how he could have changed so much.How he could look more like a whale than a human. His belly sagged in front of him and his whole body looked sulky, he had bigger breasts than any woman he'd ever seen in his life and his double chins completely covered his neck. Chan then stepped forward before giving Felix a kiss and asking him how his day had gone, and Changbin couldn't help thinking of his boyfriend, whom he so longed to see like this. Chan then introduced Felix to Changbin and while Chan went to make drinks they both sat down in the living room.

"It's funny, but you’re name reminded me something…do I know you ?!" Ask Felix. "Have we met before?"

"Actually...it's a little cringe but...I've already asked you for a retouching job..."

"Oh really?"

"Yes it was...several months ago...maybe even last year. It's a bit embarrassing...but...it was for my boyfriend..."

"Oh....I remember now! I can't thank you enough for this request! How's your boyfriend?"

"Wh...hum...he's very fine thanks." replied

Changbin wondered if he was behind the change in Felix, and if so, he found it very exciting. The three men spent the evening chatting together and Changbin was happy for Chan to have found someone like Felix. For his part Changbin had warned his boyfriend that he would be home late. Since Seungmin had more free time than he did, he decided to clean up their apartment and sort through their belongings. They'd been living together for over a year now and had started storing more and more stuff, so Seungmin wanted to see if there was anything to throw away. Starting in the living room, he made his way to Changbin's office, where he began sorting through papers and notebooks, when suddenly he came across a notebook he'd never had before, hidden in a small corner. He then took it in his hand before opening it and was surprised to see a photo of himself, a photo of him with more weight.....He then frowned and turned the pages of the notebook before understanding that his boyfriend before a kink about seeing people gain weight. He'd heard of it before, but he didn't know that Changbin also had this kind of penchant. He then closed the book before returning to the living room and lay back on the sofa, thinking. He'd always been very thin, and Changbin was the chubbier of the two, so he didn't know if getting fatter would really appeal to him. At the same time, he picked up his phone and saw that his boyfriend had posted a story. He then saw a photo of him with Chan and his...boyfriend...fuck...this guy's huge, he thought as he looked at Felix in the photo. As Changbin had tagged Felix, Seungmin clicked on his account and saw photos he'd taken as well as photos he'd retouched or reworked because he must have been a photographer. Seungmin also came across photos of himself much thinner than he is now. Is this how Changbin would like to see me? he wondered. Just then, Changbin walked through the apartment door, joined Seungmin on the sofa and lay down to hug him.

"Sorry I'm late, Chan was introducing me to his boyfriend."

"I saw the story yes...did you have fun?"

"Yes it was fun Felix is super nice, I'm glad he's dating Chan." Seungmin decided to play innocent.

"Don't you think he's...too fat?"

"I don't think it's cool to judge him!"

"I know I know, but honestly...being so fat...and…heavy...can you imagine being like that?" said Seungmin, straightening up to face Changbin, who swallowed and blushed.

"I…that’s his life…i can…hum…understand..."

"I'd have a hard time imagining myself like that...could you live with me if I took more than 100kg ? » Changbin pupils dilated and he continued to listen Seungmin very interesting by the conversation right now. » That I needed your help to get out of bed ?That I spent my days gorging myself until I couldn't move? That one leg was bigger than my two legs combined? Can you imagine?" Changbin was excited by Seungmin's words and tried to hide it as best he could, squeezing his legs together to hide his erection.

"I...never thought about it.....but.....whatever happens I love you so it doesn't matter if you gain weight..."

"Maybe if I had to gain weight you should start feeding me Binnie!"

"Wh.....what?"

"I found the photo you had retouched of me." Changbin looked away and hid his face.

"I'm sorry, Minnie! I'm not weird I promise you.... I had....it was stupid and..."

"I didn't ask you to apologize, I told you I was hungry," said Seungmin with a serious look on his face and Changbinhis boyfriend understood before standing up.

"Yes, sorry. I'll be right there Sir."

Changbin then hurried to get everything he could from their kitchen before bringing it to Seungmin. He placed various dishes on the table and then timidly began to give them to Seungmin to eat. This was the first time he'd fed anyone, and he felt so excited that he could hardly hide it. Seungmin had noticed how much that turn on his boyfriend and was going to make the most of it. Changbin began to feed him everything he could, wanting to make sure he didn't push him too far, but Seungmin continued to encourage him and Changbin simply obeyed his boyfriend's wishes and his dominant side.

Over the following weeks, Seungmin continued to eat more than his appetite required, whether with Changbin's help or on his own. He was enjoying putting on weight; he'd never imagined he'd have a belly, and now he felt that all his pants had become too small for his belly, which was still swollen from his many snacks during the day. Changbin had also asked Felix for advice and he had been delighted to help. Chan was also surprised to become Seungmin's new delivery boy for those days when he felt like stuffing his face with fast food. Seungmin was becoming Changbin's dream man, and the bigger his body got, the more parties he had to love. One evening, while Changbin and Seungmin were having a feeding session, Changbin’s phone rang.

"Binnie! You...how can I put this...I need your help....to you and Seungmin..." said Chan from the other end of the phone.

"What's going on?" Changbin replied.

"Well, Felix was sitting on a chair in the kitchen and it broke..."

"Oh fuck, is he all right?"

"Yes...it's just that...I can't lift him by myself..."

"Oh....we’re coming!" said Changbin without hesitation.

He then explained the situation to Seungmin and in a few minutes they arrived at their friends' apartment. And on the way home, they saw Felix lying in the kitchen on the debris of the chair, finishing eating what he'd had to start earlier, unable to lift himself or even Chan. Seungmin was surprised as he detailed Felix's body. Is this my future? He wondered as he passed his gaze over Felix's wide legs, where even his feet were pudgy, and his belly was so fucking fat that he recover his legs. No wonder he can’t lift himself. He also start wondering if Felix was able to touch himself since his dick was now hide under a huge belly. He also watched his triple chin sink into his face as he ate, he bit his lip, finding him cute.

He then noticed that his boyfriend was also absorbed in Félix's body and could see him blushing. The three of them went over to Felix and started to help him up. He was really heavy, so Changbin took care of pushing his back, while Chan and Seungmin took care of his arms. After several strenuous minutes, Felix was finally on his feet, out of breath from all his efforts to get up, and hurried (at his own fast, of course) to the drink on the table.

"Don't you have a reinforced chair?" asked Seungmin asked.

"Yes...but it only went to 250kg....we'll have to buy some more."

"You feed me too well." said Felix, taking another piece of cake.

"Felix can I ask you a question?" then asked Seungmin.

"Of course, with pleasure!"

"Isn't it hard to live like this? Do you think I could do it?"

"Listen Seungmin, ever since I imagined you as a chubby, I haven't seen you any other way, I hope you'll make it, look at you, you're so much cuter with a few extra kilos." he said, looking down at his belly.

"And maybe one day I'll overtake you!" he says, having regained his confidence.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe so."

#chubby skz #weight gain fic #weight gain skz #chubby kpop #chubby felix #chubbyseungmin

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vonpharma · 9 months

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w[h]ip w[h]ip w[h]ip wednesdayyyy

here's some franmaya, inspired by a text post that fucking lives in my head rent free. as soon as i saw it i knew it was going in sickfic some day.

Maya snorts herself awake, her eyes feeling like they’ve been sealed shut with someone’s faulty secondhand two-dollar hot glue gun. The snort turns into a dreadful cough, and she feels the bed shift ever so slightly, and then there’s a hand in her hair smoothing out tangles and facing some notable resistance. Tutting fades into the aether, dreamy and nebulous in half-sleep, and Maya feels a bit like a baby bird in its nest, coughing up feathers and weighted down by the warmth.

“Poor darling…” fusses the voice, and Maya remembers it’s Franziska. “That fever of yours just keeps climbing, doesn’t it?”

“S’fine,” Maya mumbles, half-alive. “Waifu smashed the cursed amulet.”

There is a moment of pure silence, the room entirely quiet besides the whirring ceiling fan and Maya's stopped-up breathing. The fingers at her scalp cease. Franziska clears her throat.

“Who… is ‘Waifu’?”

“Nngh,” Maya says, helpfully, before finally managing to get her eyes open. As soon as the light hits her face she feels the headache twice as strong as it was before. “I’ll tell you later, fuck—”

She makes a half-hearted attempt to scoot further up, prop herself against the headboard. It works, mostly, but her whole body aches like she’s carrying the world on her shoulders, and Maya finds herself out of breath by the end of it. With no small amount of nauseated disgust does she realize she's soggy, sweat plastering her bangs uncomfortably to her forehead and dripping ice-cold down her back.

“How long was I out?”

“About three hours,” Franziska says, her novel folded and bookmarked at her side. “Truthfully, I was hoping you’d be able to sleep a little longer, but… was it at least pleasant?”

“Uh,” Maya says, clearing some of the gunk from her throat. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I’m gonna break that rule we have,” Maya says, “about not telling you about my dreams.”

Franziska had made it known—passionately so—that people explaining their dreams to her was a pet peeve to end all pet peeves. She wanted nothing less than for the various fools who walked the earth alongside her to espouse foolish tales their brains foolishly invented while they were unconscious. For so many things in life, she had scripts that she could memorize—practiced responses that she loathed just as much, but that she could at least fall back on if the glare she leveled at small-talkers did not clue them in.

Being told someone else’s dream had no practiced script. What did one even say to such nonsense? Oh, how she despised it, and oh, how she loved Maya.

“Very well,” Franziska says, scowling regardless. “But only because you are so unwell.”

“I just think fever’s a dumb fucking immune response.” She throws a hand out, exasperated. “Our bodies are like, aw shit there’s germs in here, let’s see who burns first, fucker! And we aren’t even the winners half the time but it works enough that we just keep evolving to do it. Dumbest shit in the world.”

“Maya.”

“Right, yeah.” She grabs approximately seven tissues from the box on the bedside table and blows her nose at a frankly illegal decibel. “I had a dream about the Steel Samurai.”

“You’re not convincing me.”

“For a hot second I thought I was watching an actual episode,” Maya says, throwing the bioweapon in her hand in the trash. “The bad guy kept heating up the sun. And, uh, it got weird at the end but I’m pretty sure my brain was trying to make sense of whatever the fuck my immune system’s doing while it’s off the shits.”

For a moment, Franziska is silent, no doubt attempting to navigate in her head the proper way to respond to this information. In the end, all she ends up doing is folding her hands politely on her lap and saying, “That happened to me once.”

Maya looks over at her. “No it didn’t. You don’t have sexy PinkBalt dreams.”

“Correct, those words are completely meaningless to me.” And yet, Maya can’t help but notice that she is smiling. “But I once came down with something dreadful the night before a rather important trial, and I dreamt the individual states of Germany were holding a vote to raise my body temperature by 1.5 degrees.”

What?

“What?”

“The vote passed, I awoke in a feverish tangle of blankets, and I was over my illness instantly,” she says, amusingly matter-of-fact. “Vielen dank, Bavaria und Baden-Württemberg.”

Maya’s head feels fuzzy. The ache in her temples is subsiding a little, at least. She wants to be semi-coherent. To comment on that in a way that is meaningful, thoughtful. To laugh at how on-brand it is for Franziska to have dreams about something so procedural and boring.

Instead, she stares feverishly into the void in the far-off middle space and says, “Germany has states?”

“Good lord you are American.” Franziska, exasperated, pulls out from under the covers and rounds the bed, kissing Maya’s temple slowly and sweetly. “Thank goodness for that beautiful face.”

#wip wednesday #sicktember #sicktember 2023 #my writing

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Tommy Shelby- Feeling Guilty

I have grown up alongside Tommy and his brothers as our mothers were best friends. When their mother died I was their for all of them, being similar age as Tommy I helped them raise Finn. When the boys went away to war I was allowed to help Polly and Ada in the betting shop. When they returned things were different with all of them, but Tommy was still my best friend. Then Grace came along. She didn't like me hanging around Tommy so much, but that didn't stop Tommy. They got married, but shortly after Grace was shot. This was extremely hard on Tommy, now having to raise his boy alone. Months had gone by and I was with Charles more and more as they days passed

“Tom, you maybe wanna take a break?" I ask leaning on the doorframe of his study

"Uh no YN. I have to get this work done" he says expressionless not looking at me once

"Well is there anything I can do?" I ask walking into his study making him sigh. I sit in the chair opposite him

"You can leave me alone to work"

"Tommy you've got to stop burying yourself in your work and deal with the emotions of loosing Grace"

"And what would you know about any of that"

"Tom that's not fair"

"No what's not fair is that I lost my wife and your sitting there telling me how I should deal with it" Tommy raises his voice at me now looking at me

"I'm not saying I understand what it's like" I sit up "but maybe..."

"It's not as simple as you think" Tom sighs

"Then talk to me. Before the war you'd always talk to me. I've stood by your side when your mother died, when your dad left, I held your hand through sleepless nights when you were screaming because of the war. I helped to bring Finn up, hell I'm bringing Charlie up while your in here. Where were you in the last 3 months when James left me and broke our engagement off for another woman? where were you last year when my mother died. But hey as long as Thomas Shelby is happy eh" I get up from my seat and start to walk over to the door

"YN..." Tommy sighs standing

"You know what Tommy come find me when you want to actually be my friend" I walk out of the study.

Tommy finds me later on in Charlie's bedroom. I just put him down for a nap

"Can we talk?" Tommy asks quietly

"Fine. Not in here. Don't want to wake Charlie up with our yelling"

"No yelling. Come on" Tommy leads me into the living room

"I'm sorry" I raise my brows at Tommy as I sit down

"Tommy Shelby apologising, this is a first"

"YN please be serious" Tommy sits next to me "you were right. I wasn't there for you through the break up or when your mother died and for that I'm sorry. I shouldn't treat you like that. I haven't just been dealing with Grace's death"

"What do you mean? the business?"

"No YN. The reason I've been pushing you away is because I feel so guilty"

"About what?" I ask confused

"When I came back from the war and you helped me. I started to fall for you, but then you starting to go steady with James and I had that one night stand with Grace. Yes there were feelings between us but I loved you. I was going to tell you after the races, but then she told me she was pregnant. I had to marry her"

"You didn't have to" I sigh "I wanted nothing more than you to say that to me. I only went steady with James to get over my feeling for you"

"You didn't have to say yes to him"

"What choice did I have? you were marrying Grace. I had no idea how you felt about me"

"And I didn't know how you felt about me" we sit in silence on the sofa looking at each other

"So what now?" I ask

"Whatever you want"

"What do you want?" I notice Tommy's eyes flicker down to my lips

"I'm done feeling guilty. I want you to be mine" Tommy licks his lips and leans in

"Me to" I whisper before our lips connect. Tommy pulls away and places a hand on my cheek

"Tomorrow I would like you to accompany me to the races"

"Like a date?" I smile

"Yeah a date"

"Then yes Mr Shelby. I'd love to" we kiss again before Charlie's cries break us apart

"I'll go" Tommy kisses my forehead and gets up. I can't help but smile and feel supper happy.

#tommy shelby #shelby brothers #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x reader

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ursarangler · 9 months

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[A video is attached. It seems to be bodycam footage of someone sprinting through the woods. Other footsteps can be heard alongside the person recording, as well as an exasperated groan.

??? 1: Really?

??? 2: What? This is a historic moment! We're taking down the Beast of Mahogany Town! I want it on record that I was a part of it! Maybe I'll even land the killing blow!

??? 1: Whatever, man. Just don't get my face on camera. I want at least some plausible deniability.in case this goes to shit.

??? 3: Both of you need to focus. We aren't the protagonists of some shonen manga, alright? We're going into a very dangerous situation—one that no Rocket member has ever made it out of alive.

??? 2: What about an E.X Rocket member?

An uneasy silence hangs between what can now be identified as three E.X Rocket members. The one with the bodycam speaks up again, a little more uneasy now.

Grunt 2: Uh... Admin, ma'am? What happened to those guys they sent out here last night? Admin?

Admin: Just keep on your guard, okay? I'm... Sure we can do this. We outnumber him, and I have a keystone. There's no way he can take down a mega. That said... The lab boys did say they wanted him alive. So, just—

As she speaks, a Raticate suddenly rips through the trees in front of them, stopping the E.X Rockets in their tracks. As the pokemon's unconscious and bludgeoned body skids to a half in front of them, the sounds of fighting can be more clearly heard ahead. It's a very one-sided fight from the sounds of things, screams of terror and pleas for mercy cut short by sickening crunches and gargled wheezing. There's snarling and growling clearly audible, but it can't be identified as a pokemon.

Grunt 1: Shit. I should've stayed home, fuck this shit—

Admin: You are staying and fighting, 542. If you want to violate an order from your admin, go ahead. You'll wish the beast got to you first.

Grunt 2: Hoooly fuck he's actually real what the fuck what the fuck—

Grunt 1: You thought he was fake?

Grunt 2: I-I thought he was just like... A really pissed off Ursaring or something! I don't know! Not an actual guy who can body a Raticate, what the fuck—

???: I can hear you over there... Y'all have one chance to leave with your lives. Use it now. Otherwise... Hope y'all wrote your loved ones goodbye, gave 'em a kiss and a hug. Assuming anyone loved you, they ain't gonna see you after I'm done with you.

The Rockets go dead silent at the sound of that distinctly-accented Johtonian. As the one with the bodycam looks around, the hesitance in the postures of the others can be clearly seen.

Grunt 1: ... Well?

Admin: No turning back now. Let's do the best we can.

As they step through the treeline, they come across a gruesome sight. The grunts prior to them are scattered around the ground. It's hard to tell details with the low light, but it's clear that none of them are moving. Kenneth is the only one standing, and he's growling and staring at the Rockets with murderous intent.

Admin: Kenneth Kaminsky, we at E.X Rocket order you to stand down. We want to take you alive. Stand down and you will not get hurt.

The grunts send out one pokemon each—a Raticate and an Arbok. The Admin sends out a Gyarados. Kenneth slips into a battling stance, snarling at the sea dragon towering over him. It seems like he fully intends to fight it, but he does step back slightly towards the lake.

Kenneth: Y'all think I'm just gonna lay down for you? After all this!? I've been telling y'all for years, I don't care what you call yourself, I don't care who's asking, GET OFF OF MY TURF!

As he steps forward to attack, a Gyarados rears up out of the lake and lunges forward, clashing with the Admin's Gyarados. This seems to startle Kenneth for a moment, but he quickly regains his posture, grinning wildly as the admin fumbles for her mega stone.

Grunt 2: Admin, where's the keystone!?

Admin: I-I thought it was on my bracelet! Where's my bracelet-!?

Grunt 1: Fuck this, I'm out, I want to live—

Kenneth picks up a rock from the lakeside and pitches it at the grunt with the bodycam, knocking them over with a loud crack. The grunt lands face-down, the feed goes black, and the sounds of battle ring out for the remainder of the run time. As the camera's storage runs out, the fighting dies out, and the only sounds heard are the sounds of growling from beast and man.]

#dogposting #pkmn irl #pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #high stakes pokereality #cw pokemon harm #cw death implied

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aqua-loves-writing · 2 months

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Chapter 4 part 4 is here!

CW: violence, blood, death

After the ground they stood on stopped quivering, they ran ahead to the path in front of them. The roar from earlier must have been from the dragon.

Please be safe. Please be safe. Please be safe.

After a while, they reach a point in the tunnels, where small rays of light shined through the edges of a hidden door.

“Do you think this is it?”

“Leave it alone!”

“Shut it, peasant!”

Before she was able to open it up, two voices screaming at each other burst into their ears.

“Miss, you don’t have to be involved with this. We could go find the evacuation route and you’d be safe to run away without getting caught.”

Despite the things Nexus said, she kicked the door open and made her way insides.

“Alright then. Let’s head on-”

He bumped into her back, “Ouch, is something the matter? Why are you standing like-oh?”

She kept looking around the area. A gigantic cave like room, over hundreds of soldiers could be brought here and there’d still be room for more. The cell rooms, whose iron bars were rusty and bent, were empty. The rough floor was covered with broken chains and shackles. Someone must have crushed them with a powerful weapon. She kept running all over the place, unable to find any sign of a living being.

“Hm, I should write down a report to the emperor about this.”

“I can’t believe this. Everyone is gone. Actually gone. But how? And when?”

She kept walking in circles, trying to figure out what had happened.

Let’s see, it has been a few hours since I’ve seen Mister Miroslav and I’ve gotten the keys to get off those chains. He was distracting the emperor, who later on came to that dragon’s cave. So he must have been brought back here. I don’t see any guards either, and I can’t recall if everyone was called to the ceremony. Maybe they managed to escape when no one was looking? Or maybe they knocked them out? Did he plan this out or something? I haven’t talked to him for a few days, but there’s no way he managed to come up with such a plan in only a few days.

As she kept things through, Nexus just stared, walking in circles alongside her.

“Miss. I apologize for interrupting your thinking sessions. But you might get dizzy if you keep this up.”

“Dizziness is the least of my problems at the moment, and why are you so calm about this? For some knight of miracles, you’ve barely been acting like one at all.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“First, you just show up to me, saying you’re going against your boss's order to help the prisoner. Second, even after I knocked out several people, you didn’t arrest me and acted like I’ve done nothing wrong. Third, for whatever reason, you brought the keys for the cells, for some reason, and then you still call yourself a knight?! Just spare me the headache and tell me what’s your deal, are with or against these guys?”

He simply tilted his head hearing all that, “A yes or no question? I can’t really answer it like that.”

“Really now-”

“But I can give longer answers.”

She decided to tolerate it and hear him out,

“First of all, and I must admit it, it’s quite selfish, but the reason I’ve brought the keys with me, and went against the general, was simply to free someone. An old friend that I’ve wronged once."

He began walking around, her suspicions rising. “I know it sounds strange, but it’s true. He was caught while I was still young, and I wasn’t able to do anything about it. So I thought I could use today as my chance to free him after the ceremony. Though everything with the dragon, I must admit, was a pure coincidence.”

“Uh-huh. That still doesn’t answer my question.”

“You’ve got me there. You see, I do think myself a knight, not in my appearance, but in my values and morals.”

I don't even want to know what those are.

“However,” he turned his gaze away from her, “I do want the Emperor Dead.”

She stumbled back, hearing what he said. “Excuse me?”

His posture was the same, back straightened, holding his hands behind his back. It was hard for her to see if he meant anything he had said.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it literally,” he turned back, his uneasy smile on his face, “So, truthfully, I just want to free someone dear to me, and I wouldn’t mind helping others as well. Though the latter seems to be over and done with,” he giggled.

She distanced herself from him.

“I’ll leave you after this is over and done with, miss! The dragon and the general still pose a threat to the runaway, so I hope you’ll still have me for just a little while-”

“Hiss!”

Another sudden shout had echoed through the enormous cave. The ground quivered. The remainders of the prisoners' shackles kept vibrating. Nexus almost fell, but Alice managed to catch him.

“Fire.”

The sound of bow strings, arrows landing on the rocky ground. A long scream. coming through to her.

“Was that hi,?” she ran towards the source of those noises, leaving the strange knight behind.

“Wait for me, miss!”

She finds herself near the entrance of the room. Hiding behind a mine cart, she watched the scene unfold. There were two sides. One was General Benedict, his soldiers behind readying their bows. On the other was Miroslav, an arrow through his leg as he was under the protection of the dragon.

“What are you doing?” her old friend shouted. “Fly away already! This is none of your business!”

“Silence you peasant,” the general scoffed, the dragon still growling at them, “And you-fire away, soldiers!”

No matter how many times they tried to shoot at it, it simply burned down their arrows to ashes.

“Sir,” one of his soldiers yelled out, “We’re going to run out of arrows at this rate. Should we maybe use our own flames to fight?”

“Are you insane?” the general shouted. “Do you want to spite the gods?! I don’t think so! Go grab more arrows if you’re that desperate!”

“On it, sir!”

The battle kept repeating itself, more blood coming from her friend's leg every second.

Crap. It doesn’t look like they’re going to stop anytime soon, and I doubt I’ll be able to get him out of her without being noticed. Maybe I should use my flames. No, it’s too risky. I’m too tired and their arrows could quickly strike me. Plus, I don’t know if it’s safe enough for me to reveal myself yet. What to do-

“General!”

All the attention was taken away from the fight. The guards stopped shooting, and the dragon began growling at someone else. They were all focusing on the knight of miracles, who was pulling up his dress as he bowed down.

She was gripping her helmet, “What. The. Hell. Is he doing?!”

“What the hell are you doing?” they asked almost in unison. “Shouldn’t you have evacuated out of here ages ago? And where are your guards? Have they’ve gotten in a fight with the escapees or-”

“No, sir!”

“Then what are you still doing here? Why didn’t you get out of here?!”

Please come up with a good excuse! It can’t be that hard.

“Oh, that? Simply put,” he poked his own cheek, “I didn’t want to, is all.”

I will die today, won’t I?

“Didn’t want to!? Have you lost your damn mind?! And what are you doing shielding that beast and peasant!”

The dragon had gotten closer to Miroslav. growling at the people watching them.

“Oh that, I just want your clarification as to why you are threatening an innocent man and animal.”

“Innocent!” he kept shouting, “Because of that man, hundreds of prisoners have gotten away!”

“I see. That does make things complicated. But I do think we need to discuss things over with a judge and jury before we get violent!”

“Oh shut up,” the general stepped in, pushing Nexus into the ground.

“As for you.”

The dragon tried to spit fire at him, but he dodged it. He was able to grab it by its neck, choking it slowly.”

“Leave it be,” Miroslav tried to stand up, but his injury persisted.

“How cute, pitying this abomination of living being.”

“Dear general, I wasn't talking about you.”

“Aw, are those your last words,” he lifted his sword, ready to attack him, “You’ll regret saying them!”

“Enough!”

Just as the general was about to go through Miroslav’s body, Alice managed to repel his attack, his sword stuck in her spear.”

“Agh,” the shock caused him to let go of the dragon, immediately using its tail to hit his head.

“General,” his soldiers yelled as he fell to the ground.

“Ignore me! Go after it!”

The soldiers all came attacking the dragon, who flew right at them. This gave Alice the chance to help Miroslav get up on his feet.

“Mister, are you alright?”

“Little one? Is that you?”

“Yeah and we need to go,” she carried him over her shoulder, “I know a way out, so be careful and-”

“We can’t,” he let’s go off her, slowly crawling on the ground, “He needs to get out of here”

“He,” in front of her, she sees the flying beast fighting the soldiers. “The dragon?”

“Yes, please. We-

“Have you forgotten about me?!”

The general stood up, aiming his sword back at her old friend, but Alice managed to shield him off.

“I don’t know who you are, but I have had it with you already.”

“Little one!”

“I’ll be fine! Just stay behind.”

While the two parties fought, Nexus managed to stand up, cleaning off the dirt from his skirt.

“Knight of Miracles,” the soldiers called out for him, “Please, in the name of Ignia herself, help us against this creature!”

“Hm,” he looks at them, back to Alice and the general fighting, then back to them, “Gentlemen, I apologize but I have my priorities!”

“What?” they were shocked enough to give the dragon the opportunity to bite their weapons, crushing them to pieces.

“You fool,” the general yelled out, “Whose side are you on?”

“The side of the sick!”

Walking formally next to the fighting duo like it was nobody’s business, reaching his hand out to Miroslav.

“Want me to look at your injury, kind sir?”

“You,” he crawled back,his arms clearly shivering, “Do I know you?”

Nexus ignore that, “That doesn’t matter. Please let me take a-”

“Get away. I need to help it.”

When Miroslav tried to crawl his way to the dragon, Nexus grabbed him.

“Mister, please,” Alice yelled out while she was still fighting, “I’ll take care of the dragon, you just stay there and relax.”

“As if I’ll give you the chance!”

She kept on fighting him, even as she got more and more exhausted. She ducks down, trying to stab him in the stomach, he deflects it. Meanwhile, the dragon was able to knock out every single soldier, so it flew towards the two.

The general scoffs, kicking Alice in the stomach while using his sword to deflect the dragon's flames. He picked up her staff, with which he hit the face of the dragon, causing it to hit against the walls.

“Crap.” Alice was too exhausted to stand up or to use her powers.

“Now, who’s gonna go first? The traitor, geezer, or beast?”

“General, please,” Nexus called him out, “Isn’t this unnecessary?”

“Shut it brat! This day has been exhausting already, and my patience is waning.”

He looked at Alice, who was struggling to get up.

“I don’t know what your deal is, but you annoyed me the most. What will your last words be?”

She tried getting her staff back, but he kicked it away.

“Have a nice rest.”

Her eyes were wide open. Blood splattered across her chest. Her body was frozen, she was only able to move up her arm. When she tried to reach it out, Miroslav pulled it down, with a sword going through his heart. He smiled, “You’re too young for this.”

He pulled the sword out, “Pathetic.”

“No, no, no no!”

She grabbed his body, shaking it several, “Mister Miroslav! Hey, can you hear me? Mister please!”

She looks over at Nexus, who tried to stop him but failed. The general began approaching the dragon, its wings widened as he watched.

“It’ll be fine! I promise, mister! We’ll stop the bleeding! Carry you outside, get you to a medic, and you’ll be all fine!”

“Child-”

“Look, there has to be some sort of spare cloth! Nexus, come here. Your dress should be good enough! Just keep your eyes.”

“Little one-”

“It’ll be fine! The exit is near, and you can go see your family again! It might be difficult but I’ll bring you to them! Just hang on for a bit! You’ll get back home! I promise-”

“Alice.”

After he said her name, he coughed up a ton of blood.

“Please,” his body got colder, “If you are going to help me, do this instead.”

His shaking hands pulled out the golden locket, its necklace covered in blood.

“Go to the capital of the fire region, Ashenwood, and bring this to my daughter Teodora Blazeheart-ahh!”

“Mister!”

“Please, this is all I ask of you!”

Her gaze kept shifting between the locket and his face. Gritting her teeth, she decided what to do, “I will bring this to her. I promise.”

“Thank you,” just as he gave her the necklace, his arm fell, and all life left his body.

She carefully put his body down, closing his eye for him. She got back at her feet, grabbed her staff and walked towards the general.

“Wait,” Nexus grabbed her arm, “I’m sorry-”

She shook him off. “You tried to stop him, right? This isn’t your fault.”

“But-”

“It’s his.”

With no other thought in her mind, she ran facing the general, who was aiming his sword at the still frozen dragon.

“Would you shut up?” the general faced her, just holding his sword sideways. which she kept hitting over and over again.

“What do you think this is going to achieve? He’s already dead.”

Her hits became weaker and weaker. He simply stood there, scoffing at her weak attempts.

“I’m getting bored. Can’t you shake up things a bit-”

She grabbed his arm, pulling his body to her.

“You asked for it!”

Blue flames flared up within her hands, reaching the ceiling of the enormous room. She began choking him. As he gasped for air, he tried to get off her grip, but he already fainted by then. She dropped him on the ground. Picking his sword off the ground and breaking it in half.

She looks back at Nexus, who didn’t do anything to stop her. “Was that enough for you?”

She takes off her helmet. The world could now see her red teary eyes, “I wish,”

She then looks at the dragon, using its wings to try to wake Miroslav up. She carefully approaches, reaching out her hands to touch him. “Hey-”

His tail slapped her hand, “Hiss!”

He flies up, lava flowing through his teeth. With a gigantic blast of fire, a giant hole appeared in the walls. He flies through his, his wings brushing off the long leaves of the nearby trees. Only a small shadow of his could be seen amongst the dark violet sky.

“Miss."

He tried to catch up to Alice, who was going through the hole. Her steps were big and slow, her vision got blurry. She fell to her knees before completely getting knocked out. She escaped, but was it worth it?

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The Ex Factor, 3

Meanwhile, Sharpen is trapped on a date with Trixany...

Trixany: Sharpen, I know you thought I wouldn't like the swamp for our fake cataloguer raft date, but steam is actually good for the pores. And if you try to dump me in the mud again, I'll only say that mud is good for the skin as well.

Sharpen: No it isn't! Why are you enjoying this? You're supposed to be miserable. *rows the raft angrily*

Trixany: Hey, I'm on my A-game now. You thought you could ruin my love-day, but annoying you this much is such sweet revenge, it's like living the dream.

Sharpen: My arms are even getting tired. And I'm supposed to be jacked!

Trixany: Well, I hope your burly Night Elf arms fall off! *throws a mud clump*

Future Sharpen: Oh, hey. So that's when I am.

Sharpen: It's... me! I'm waving to myself on the cataloguer raft! Look, Trixany, there I am on the shore.

Trixany: Okay. This just got stupider. Even for Sharpen himbo standards.

Sharpen: Quick, Trix, take a picture! That's gotta be like a thousand points. We could finish the daily quest--

Future Sharpen: Hey, bud! Look, you don't have to go through all this. In two years, if you hang in there with your adorable himbo Night Elf A-celebrity status, you can date better than Trixany Cuomo.

Trixany: H-hey!!

Future Sharpen: One day, Sharpen, you'll meet Shandris at a cocktail party and you can start going out with her!

Sharpen: Really?

Trixany: What the heck! Shandris is smart, sophisticated, and the new leader of the Kaldorei people, let alone the military. Why would she ever deign to talk down to you, Sharpen?

Sharpen: I'm cute, though!

Future Sharpen: Indeed. Also, she's been looking for a no-nonsense guy who -only- wants to fu-- Uh, look cute and enjoy life. While shirtless. Shandris is really a work hard, play hard type of gal, when you get to know her.

Trixany: That's impossible. *checks the Haris Pilton gossip app on her com* No, wait. Yes it is possible. Shandris is secretly a party girl. Confirmed by three influencers. Hrmm.

Sharpen: Hold up, I can do that! I can respect her strength and enjoy my baby having the spotlight all to herself. Why not, she's earned it!

Future Sharpen: And, even wear sexy druid cosplay, why not?

Sharpen: Shaaandris! I neeeeed you!

Trixany: If you did that, then you'd be dressing up like her father!

Sharpen: *rows thoughtfully, clearly already going there in his mind*

Future Sharpen: *smirks, having clearly done it already*

Trixany: No, look. Both of you Sharpens are idiots! Tyrande and Malfurion were a partnership of equals--

Sharpen: You think I can't stand in the back while holding Shandris' orange juice? Trixany, you've been training me for this future. Becoming Shandris' footstool, her trophy husband, her handsome sidekick, I see now that has been my one and true destiny.

Trixany: So. If Sharpen and I stay in our fake friendship-dating thing, AND he keeps being his himbo self, in two years... He will be qualified enough to become the new leader of the Night Elf people? Like, he gets to lead the kaldorei.

Future Sharpen: Yes.

Trixany: Alongside Tyrande Whisperwind's own adopted daughter.

Future Sharpen: That's right.

Trixany: The famous military commander of the kaldorei.

Trixany: ...

Sharpen: I would make the best himbo trophy husband for sure! *cheers*

Trixany: Alright, I'm done. *steps out into the knee-deep, fetid swamp, trudges away*

-le fin-

#desperate-alts-lives

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spotsandsocks · 2 years

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Throwback Thursday

A lovely idea from @blaidddrwg1982 who was lovely enough to tag me this morning and by the time I actually got round to this so had @rogerzsteven @imsupposedtobewritting @the-likesofus

Here’s one of my early fics, I and my first try a smuttiness (so works for thirsty Thursday too thanks for that tag too @imsupposedtobewritting ) was a bit worried rereading it but it wasn’t too bad!

Tags for @elvensorceress @hetrez @ajunerose @loveyourownsmiilee @fleurdebeton @jacksadventuresinwriting @sibylsleaves

rules: post something from an old work, maybe a wip you never finished or a passage you really love from a published fic!

A date or not a date, that is the question 3.4K M/E

Buck sighed as he made up his mind, he didn’t really want to have to do this but he was desperate for some clarity. Fearing the worse but letting his optimistic sprit swing him forward he walked over to the kitchen took a deep breath and jumped in,

“So I’ve got this friend and .”

Two head turned to him, fixing him with their undivided attention. It’s a little alarming.

“A friend?!” Chim interrupted him looking amused, his tone already full of disbelief and suppressed amusement as he glanced at Hen.

Buck’s heart sinks, yeah, this was going to be bad. He decides to persevere anyway.

“Yes, a friend,” Buck said firmly. “Who has this problem.”

“What’s his name?” Hen asked helpfully

“His name?” He probably should have thought of that.

“Yes your friend’s name, it’ll help me create a better picture of him” Hen said deadpan

“Chad” he said flatly, choosing at random.

“Chad?”You actually have a friend called Chad?” Chim asked no longer even pretending to believe him.

“I could do! Anyway, that's not important and it’s hardly his fault if his parents called him Chad is it?!” Buck defends his imaginary friend’s, imaginary name.

“Ok ok fine.” Chim smirks, hands up to calm him, “so what’s Chad’s problem?”

“He’s got a friend.”

“Your friend’s friend is your friend’s problem?” Chim said the smirk breaking into a full grin.

“Chim” he’s moments from turning around and abandoning the whole thing “are you gonna help me or not?”

Chim’s face said it could go either way but he stays quiet so Buck continues.

“Chad and his friend. I don’t know his name,” Buck said pointedly as Hen opened her mouth again. “Well they’re going out together to get some food, just them,”

Here’s the tricky bit ,“and this friend,”

“Your friend or the friend’s friend?” Hen looks far too amused in Buck’s opinion.

A weary sigh escapes before he answers, “The friend” he continues rising above his unhelpful colleague’s comments “said and I quote “it’s a date” and I… Chad doesn’t know if that means it’s a date date or you know just a date.”

Chim nodded, pursing his lips thoughtfully “quite the dilemma you, uh Chad have there Buck.”

“What day is the ‘date’?” Hen asked.

“Friday”

“Traditional date night” they said together.

“You think?” Buck had thought that too.

“Any um ‘sexual tension’ between Chad and his unnamed friend?” Hen asked, dropping air quotes alongside a raised eyebrow.

Buck blushed, “uh I don’t know maybe, a bit”. He looked down, I mean Chad likes this friend more than just as a friend you know, but he’s never said it to him.”

“Does this friend of Chad have anyone special in their lives?”

“No.”

“I see, is the friend hot?”

“Yes. I mean Chad says he is.”

“Is Chad hot?” Chim asks

Buck rolls his eyes, “Chim that is not the point. Is it a date?”

“No idea, sorry man.” Chim laughed.

“Uh! You two are useless.” he complained and stormed off to find someone more sensible, ignoring Eddie coming past in the opposite direction.

“What’s with him?” Eddie asked glancing back at Buck who was muttering to himself as he disappeared out of sight.

“He’s freaking out.” Chim supplied, “His imaginary friend Chad has a date.”

“Or doesn’t” Hen added helpfully.

“His what now?” Eddie face screwed up in confusion.

“Anyway,” hen throws Eddie a grin “you all ready for Friday, hot stuff?”

“Definitely” Eddie replied with a slight blush and a smile. “Looking forward to it, it’s been a long time coming.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” Chim agreed.

Once Eddie left them, Hen looked at Chim. “You don’t think we should put Buck out of his misery then? Or at least tell Eddie he’s having a crisis.”

“and ruin all the sexual tension, no way!”

#buddie #throwback thursday #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911fic #911 fox #911 fic

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daekie · 3 months

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i reblogged an oc ask meme from u and its only courteous to send questions! so here u go despite the fact we've never talked lol: ghost and betrayal for an oc of ur choice!

FAIR ENOUGH. FAIR ENOUGH. unfortunately ashton carver the vampire is taking up a lot of brain real estate and not even paying fucking rent (asshole. i’m getting art of him and maybe i’ll be able to think about other OCs after that) so ASHTON TIME

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts? Ashton has tried to make himself into a thing that isn’t bogged down by his ghosts and he’s kind of succeeded. Not really. Mostly she uses it as fuel, because -- You ever find out that you’re infected by the malevolent cells of your vampiric bloodline’s progenitor, that you pass those cells onto anyone you use your powers on, and that those cells are completely capable of transforming their host into an avatar of said progenitor? And that you might’ve been meant to be an avatar, but you’re more stubborn than god, so it didn’t work? And you used your powers on your ex, who’s now in a position of immense political and social weight? And you used your powers on your other party members? And your boss? And your friends? Because your powers were useful, and nobody else had them, and -- Sometimes they just kind of sit and think about it. About how on some level, that’s still part of why he’s doing this: it’s not just to have total control and agency over his own self. It’s because if she wants the people she cared about to be safe - from her, and from everything her bloodline entails -- she had to leave. They had to leave. And maybe if he gets strong enough, maybe if he burns his progenitor’s fucking blight from this world and from his blood, then maybe -- but monsters like him don’t retire. There isn’t an after. If she’s lucky she’ll go out in a blaze of glory and take that thing with her. But that underlying knowledge of what could happen always haunts her, right alongside the ghost of the person she used to be, back when she actually did care about them; back when she was human enough to care about one person like that. And then he goes off and summons a bunch of demons because that’s how we cope these days. There’s no therapy when you’re an internationally wanted vampiric criminal!! There’s just looking at yourself in the mirror and going YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT and then wearing your ex’s face next time you take public transport because you’re being so so so normal about those feelings you are pretending you do not have and can no longer understand.

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them? Hahaha. Haha. Ha. Betrayer, liar, murderer, devil-worshipper, soul-devourer, you gotta give her whole secondary subtitle all at once or you’re not being accurate, come on now. All jokes aside, Ashton’s reputation for backstabbing and betrayal is mostly exaggerated, but you nonconsensually turn a man into the hulk to fight a demon and then immediately leave the city without saying goodbye + devour the soul of an ancient vampire for power + go on a mad quest for power involving mass murder + start worshipping demons once and he takes it so personally. The relationship is, uh, strained, but that’s kind of what tends to happen when you infect a guy with sentient vampire flesh cancer and then ghost him. They’re not friends anymore. Betrayal of Ashton herself, though... becoming a vampire was the big one. He really was in love, and he really did think the guy cared about him, and he really did trust the guy. Three months locked in a closet earning the privilege to have fingers or a mouth did pretty safely debunk the notion.

#ask meme #oc: ashton carver #eldritchfeline #daestuff

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moonlightsmasquerade · 6 months

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Lil' writing for MiM Swap , I actually wrote some notes on this during class breaks

-Didn't have much ideas for Ruth and Thatcher , unfortunately , but I do think that the sequence of events leading up to them being bitten is a bit different . Maybe when they open the crypt they don't go inside , letting the "person" come out by themselves if they're able to , then maybe that's when the werewolf attacks them . They both try to fight it off but then the zombie comes out and attacks as well , so Thatcher tells Ruth that he'll distract the zombie so that she can focus on the other monster , and like in canon MiM he also jumps out of a window . But things don't end too well for them

-Uh I guess Ruth might try to hide the fact that she's now a werewolf from her daughter (whose name I have completely forgotten) but eventually she decides it will be for the best if she tells her . Her daughter is probably going to be a bit freaked out at first but might end up accepting the reality of it in a good way

-After Mark gets transformed into a vampire and consequently turns Cesar into a dhampir , he enters into a panic that really messes up his monster instincts and ends up with him flying around the county with no destination . Some people saw him during his frenzy , including a young Jonah , but it was talked off as just a giant mutant bird . Keep that part of little Jo in mind , it will be important later

-Evelin is born already a shoggoth and the whole thing of Six killing her parents happens , but before that tragedy Evie's parents had asked their friend Lynn if she could become their daughter's legal guardian should anything happen to them both and she had agreed ( legal guardianship involves a lot of paperwork and signing documents so it wasn't an overnight thing ) . So Evelin was raised through her teenage years by Lynn Murray alongside her own son , Adam! Though , that brought some consequences… Adam begins complaining of insomnia episodes and of a "shadow man" on the corner of his room some nights . When he was a kid he also had problems sleeping because every little movement or sound scared him , but this felt different , "real" somehow . Some nights he feels he has gone back to being a kid again , cowering under his blankets as the man in the corner stares , speaks to him , sometimes he'd even sit at the edge of Adam's bed . He doesn't remember what the man says , but whenever he's in his room he always has nightmares , so Adam assumes the man's words are their cause . His best friend since childhood , Jonah , quickly notices how much more tired and anxious Adam has become ever since Evie went to live with him , and when Adam tells him of the shadow person in his bedroom , Jo starts suspecting that it really is connected with Evie's arrival . So with Adam's story , his own theory and having seen what he wholeheartedly believes was a vampire when he was a child , Jo begins to go down a path of searching for answers and ways to keep himself and others safe , no matter where he finds the resources . And that's pretty much what leads Jonah into becoming a witch later on .

-But someone else who also heard Adam's tellings of the "shadow man" was Evelin , even if he never told her directly , she'd hear him telling his mother about his nights . Evie feels she has seen someone like that in the past , when her parents disappeared . So she decides to create BPS , to meet other people who too are into the paranormal , but also to have an excuse as to why she actively seeks the supernatural . The only other member is Sarah , who wants to know if her brother Mark and his bestie Cesar's unusual behavior since 92 are related to the sudden appearance of monsters in the county . She did suspect the truth , but she would've felt bad accusing them both without proof to back-up her claims .

-I think the whole revelation part stays mostly the same , except that after Evie accidentally kills Sarah from fright and also accidentally transforms her into a ghoul , she doesn't stay there much longer to see her friend wake up from the dead . And maybe it's the fact that Sarah wakes back up all alone and as a monster that leads her to think Evelin had abandoned her to die , and that's why Rah would be unwilling to forgive her at first .

-Anyway , while Evie is running desperate without even taking notice of where she's going , she bumps into Adam who was just getting out of his shift at MandelaTech . He asks why she looks so distressed , and she starts telling him what happened and what she did , but she's freaking out so much her words are barely understandable . Before he can even say anything back , Adam passes out and Evie starts crying and screaming in despair , and that would be how Ruth and Thatcher find her . Adam wakes up in the hospital , where he's told he underwent a sudden transformation and is now a gremlin . He knows his boss Dave visited him when he was half-conscious , but he also remembers someone else being in his hospital room . They ran a hand through his hair and said that "Miller finally awakened" . He can't quite remember their face , but he knows they were smiling . Once he's discharged he decides to talk to Evelin about what happened in the woods .

This was a bit harder to get out , not only because I'm in normal sugar levels but also because of college , but I hope this was enjoyable enough .

I decided to explore a very different route of Adam and Evie being adoptive siblings instead of partners , but I guess it's up to you if I executed it well . Also , I know Amanda is kind of a part of MiM , but honestly I don't think she's that important to the au , so that's why I didn't include her

Like I said before , Six and Adam dynamics fuck up my brain , but I truly do hope the part I somewhat explore that didn't ruin the experience

-Ace Anon

OH this is cool! I think thats actually really interesting making Adam and Evelin's relationship go in a more platonic/familial one. ALSO YOUNG JONAH KNOWING ABOUT THE MONSTERS oooo this is so neat

#i feel like if ruth had been the werewolf her daughter would have found out a lot sooner #also love the six dynamic LEAVE ADAM ALONE YOUR SPOOKING THE BOY!!!#this is awesome #mim swap

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Hey, this is the anon that sent you the request for jealous!Tony. Your writing is fantastic and I like how you characterized Wade, bubbly and not his usual level of crazy.

If you're still taking prompts, how about a look into Tony and Peter's home life? Are they attending uni in NY? Do they visit home? Are Tony's parents alive this in AU? Is Ben alive? Is Peter Spiderman?

I think it would also be interesting to see how Peter and Tony would take their hiatus from each other. I'm wondering how dark you want the AU to be because I could totally see a sexuality crisis alongside Howard's parenting pushing Tony to either doing hard drugs for the first time, or overdosing for the first time.

Peter’s Boyfriend Chapter Three: Fall/Thanksgiving Break.

Summary: we need a little insight into our character’s home lives. This is mostly fluff and filler, but the end has some very important plot points.

Warnings: angst/whump, homophobia, abusive parenting, internalized issues, past minor character death, drug use, underage drinking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, fights, etc. I don’t think anything else major should be tagged, but please don’t hesitate to let me know if there is!

Notes: this AU is a non-power AU, so no one is any super hero. It’s supposed to be just them if they were around the same age and went to the same college. They are, in fact, attending a NY college! Idk if I want it to be a real college or a pretend one that exists only for this AU, I’m not sure it matters too much. The rest of your questions shall be answered in the fic!

Also: if you want to read this in chronological order: read The Big Three: Ch. 1-3, and technically folklore fits in ambiguously, but it isn’t that important to the over all arc. As always, this can be read as a stand-alone fic if you want! ❤️

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Peter smiles as he walks through the door, tip-toeing as he puts his vacation bag down and locks the door as quietly as humanly possible.

No use, of course.

“Peter!” He hears from the living room, and suddenly his aunt is tackling him into a bear hug.

Peter laughs, hugging his aunt back and kissing her cheek. “I missed you too, May!”

May laughs and pulls back, dusting his shirt off of invisible dirt, just taking him in. “I’m missed you so much, it’s too long!”

“It was two months, May,” he teases with a laugh, letting her try and flatten his hair to be tidier.

May tsks, pulling away again. “Yes, but I used to see you every day!” She sighs and grabs his bag, taking it to Peter’s old bedroom happily. Peter follows, feeling bad she’s carrying it for him. “And I only get to have you here for a week now!” She sighs sadly, hoisting the suitcase on the bed. “Well, let’s make the most of it!”

Peter grins, pulling her into another hug. He really loves his aunt so much. “Agreed. What’s first?”

May hums and pulls her glasses off her hair to rest on her nose. She pretends to read a to do list. “Hm, let’s see…yes, I think we will start with coffee and life updates. How’s that sound?”

Peter grins, nodding his assent. “Let’s do it!”

Peter laughs softly, both hands cupping the mug as he listens to May’s stories. When she goes for a sip, he copies her. This coffee shop is nice, he thinks. Homey.

“Enough about me,” May starts, waving her hand dismissively. “What’s happened with you? Have you made any friends? Joined any clubs? How are your classes? Your professors?”

Peter laughs again, putting a hand on hers. “You have to let me answer a question before asking me another one,” he giggles, enjoying the way May blushes and smiles.

“Fine, fine. Go ahead, I’ll save my questions!” She starts sipping, as if that’s proof she won’t speak again.

He grins and takes a sip of his own before talking. “I’ve made loads of friends actually, I love all of them! I joined the photography club, which is a lot of fun. I take pictures for the school newspaper.” May ‘ooooo’s happily, leaning closer to take in his words. “My classes are great, I met some friends there too…and um…I actually met my uh…I met someone in my chemistry class.”

May gasps and lights up, holding her cup more tightly. “Yeah? Tell me everything!”

Peter bites his lip, taking a long sip to stall. But she gets impatient, so he sighs and looks down into the coffee as he talks. “Well um…you know. Very much my type, you know? Funny, light-hearted…”

May nods. “Smart?” She asks, tapping her fingers.

Peter blushes and hesitates. “In a way…”

May tsks. “Peter, you need someone smart enough to keep up with your quips and wit!”

“I know, but it’s just a college thing, you know? It probably won’t last.” Peter takes another sip.

“Okay, well, tell me more. Major? Name? Social security number?”

“May!” Peter giggles, meeting her eyes again. Then he goes quiet again, blushing some more. He looks at his coffee, letting out another breath. “Okay, well… h-he…his name is Wade.” He clears his throat, face pink and neck prickling with anxiety.

May suddenly reaches out and takes Peter’s hand. He looks at her, feeling like a doe caught in headlights. But she only smiles at him, saying something with her eyes he can’t quite make out. “Wade, that’s a nice name. And does he make you happy?”

Peter suddenly feels tears in his eyes. The rush of relief is so strong, that he almost wants to pass out. He sniffles, starting to talk but his voice breaks. He takes a deep breath and nods, before wiping his face and smiling at her. “Yeah. Yeah, he makes me really happy. I really liked Liz and MJ, but this feels different. Like…”

“Like more than high school puppy love?“ she teases, squeezing his hand and sipping from her mug again.

Peter blushes and nods, smiling wide. “Yeah. Like it’s more serious. He says I’m smart and attractive, and it’s like he…he wants to be with me all the time.” He blushes even harder, taking a sip of coffee to stop his ramblings.

May grins. “I like him already.”

Peter swallows thickly, and suddenly starts tearing up again. He takes her hand, taking a couple deep breaths before managing a broken “Thank you, May.”

“Of course, baby,” she coos. She squeezes his hand again. “I love you, Peter. No matter what.”

Tony’s hands shake as they pull into the driveway. Jarvis turns the car off, but doesn’t move otherwise. Tony takes a few deep breaths, clenching his hands into fists and smithing them out again.

“Shall I drive around a bit longer, sir?” Jarvis asks, voice warm and comforting.

Tony doesn’t answer right away. Jarvis doesn’t push him. Eventually, Tony shakes his head and opens his door for himself. “Might as well get this over with.”

Jarvis opens his own door, heading around to the trunk. “Of course, sir. I’ll get your things.”

Tony nods, walking to the front door. He hesitates there, taking deep breaths. Then he slides his glasses on, puts on a smirk, and opens the door. “Ma? Pops?” He calls.

He doesn’t get an answer, but a loud “what is he doing here?” Greets him. He follows his father’s voice into the kitchen.

“You asked him to come home for holidays dear, remember?” He walks in to see his mother nursing a wine glass, a small pile of pills resting next to her breakfast plate.

“It’s not the holidays,” his father grumbles. He doesn’t look up from his computer, where he’s likely working.

“You say that every time he visits, dear,” she says, swallowing one of her pills and turning the page in a newspaper. “But what will the tabloids say if our only child doesn’t visit during breaks?”

Howard simply grumbles, and Tony works his jaw. “Great to see you too, dad,” Tony snarks.

“Watch your tone with me, boy,” Howard says, looking up.

Tony smirks, watching as his mother disinterestedly chases the rest of her medication down with her wine. “Great to be home,” he says sarcastically, hearing Jarvis make his way inside. He knows his father won’t do anything in front of the man.

Howard’s jaw works and his eyes go dark, tracking Jarvis’s movements through the archway. “Go to your room and be quiet. I have a lot of work to do.”

Tony does a mock salute and follows Jarvis to his room.

“I do wish you wouldn’t provoke him such,” Jarvis almost whispers as they reach Tony’s room.

Tony plops down on his bed, pulling out his phone and taking his glasses off. “I brought presents,” he says instead of an answer, pointing to the duffel bag.

Jarvis sighs, but goes to it. “You don’t have to, sir,” he mumbles, but gasps as he pulls out a record with shaky hands.

Tony continues to scroll on his phone, pretending not to watch.

“Sir,” Jarvis breathes, not taking his eyes off of it.

“I know that it was Ana’s favorite a while ago, she used to hum the songs to me when I was little,” he starts. Jarvis holds it with shaky hands, almost as if he thinks it will disappear if he lets it go. “And dad thought that since he technically owned it, he deserved it back after…” he swallows, gripping the phone tighter and fighting away tears. “Anyway, I was going to wait for Christmas to give it back, but I’m bad at keep secrets, so. Happy early Hanukkah.”

Jarvis swallows thickly, slowly looking up to Tony with wet eyes. “How your parents raised someone as good and kind as you-“

“They didn’t,” Tony scoffs, trying to play it cool. “You and Ana did.”

Jarvis sniffs, running his hand over the front cover. “Where did you-“

“I just had to track down the person dad sold it to. Paid him double what he paid for it, and bam: it’s the exact copy she always listened to.”

Jarvis nods, speechless at this point. “Thank you, sir,” he croaks, standing up. “I-“

“Just put it in one of my bags so he won’t see it, take it home with you tonight. And don’t expect a Christmas present.” He waves Jarvis off, because if he meets the man’s eyes he isn’t sure he can keep up his careless attitude.

“Of course, sir,” he says, doing just that. Knowing that nothing else needs to be said, he closes Tony’s bedroom door softly.

Tony stares at the ceiling after, taking deep breaths. It’s going to be a long break.

Thor grins as he bursts into the front door, clanging and banging the whole way. “I’m home!” He calls jovially.

“In here, son,” his father calls, and Thor happily drops his bags and marches in. “Ah, there you are my boy!” Odin stands, clapping Thor on the shoulder before giving him a quick hug. “Come, your mother and brother are in the garden. They’ll be ecstatic to see you!”

Thor hums happily, thanking his father and going outside. “Mother, Loki!”

Loki looks up; and instead of his usual adoring, puppy-like brother, someone entirely different looks up from what he was doing. He’s grown his hair out, he’s wearing all black—and is that eyeliner? The boy crosses his arms in impatience at being interrupted, scowling as if Thor is the last person he wanted to see.

Which is very different from over the summer, where his smiling, joyful little brother whined at his departure and begged to come with again.

“What do you want? Me and mother are busy.”

Thor quirks a brow, looking between him and his mother. His mother makes sure Loki can’t see her before mouthing ‘it’s a new phase’. “Ah, yes, apologies. Well, seeing as I flew halfway around the world to see you, can I at least get a hello?” His smile doesn’t falter; there’s nothing his little brother could do to make Thor hate him.

Loki scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Hello,” he mocks, turning back to the garden. “We are trying to plant something new, we have to be careful or it’ll die. Go away!”

Thor grins at his mother, who fondly rolls her eyes and smiles at Loki’s back. “Ah, much more important,” Thor agrees. “Well, I’ll leave you to it!”

Thor goes back inside, sitting next to his father. “How are things, father?”

Odin hums, pausing the news and turning his full attention to his oldest son. “Yes, about that…”

Thor keeps his smile but cocks his head to the side in curiosity. “Yes?”

“Well…” he laughs and shakes his head instead. “Later, later! Tell me, how is school going? Are you still dating that wonderfully smart young woman?” He asks.

Thor preens with pride, nodding. “Yes, Jane and I are still together. She’s halfway through her doctorate.”

His father hums, patting his legs anxiously. “Yes, that’s so wonderful. I like her, that one. Yes, yes.” He nods again.

Thor laughs, half nervous half amused. “Are you alright, father?”

Odin chuckles deeply, checking his watch and looking out the back door at his wife and youngest son. “Yes, yes. Perfect! Nothings wrong. Not a thing. All is well, yes.”

Thor’s smile disappears. “Convincing.”

Odin looks back to Thor, clearing his throat. “Something to drink, son? I recently purchased this wonderful ale, aged in a barrel of fine bourbon. You like beer, yes?”

Thor agrees, but his eyebrows furrow in concern. “Yes…what’s going on?”

At that moment, his mother and Loki come back in. “Go wash up honey, we can make dinner together next.” Thor notices his father escape to the kitchen as his son is distracted.

“Mother?” Thor asks, watching Loki stalk away and Frigga wipe her hands on her apron.

“Yes, dear?” She asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Is something wrong?”

Her lips go tight, but then she sighs and rubs her forehead. “Not wrong, no. But we need to discuss something before-“

“Here we are!” His father interrupts, pushing a beer mug into Thor’s hands. “This is by far the finest beer I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. Drink, son, you’ll love it!”

Thor frowns but takes a gulp, letting it sit on his tongue for a moment before nodding to himself swallowing. “Yes, it’s very good. Now, what’s going on?”

Odin and Frigga give each other worried looks. Finally, Frigga steps forward and claps her hands together in front of her. “Well, alright. Let’s sit down.”

Loki walks in at that moment, and then he huffs angrily. “Oh so he gets a sit down conversation and I find out when she rings the doorbell?” He shrieks, and it’s so unlike the Loki Thor remembers that the blond gasps.

Frigga sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, and Odin glares at Loki. “Go to your room. Now.”

Loki stomps his foot like a child. “Don’t tell me what to do, old man!” He yells.

Thor’s eyes widen, and his jaw drops. “Loki! What on earth-“

“I don’t care if mama forgives you, I never will!” He yells, before turning on his heel and stomping his feet as he goes.

Odin lets out a shaky breath, letting Thor know the words hurt more than the older man wants to let on.

Thor shakes his head. “What the hell is going on? What is he talking about?”

Frigga looks to her husband, sighs sadly, and takes Thor’s hand in both of hers. “Take a walk with me, I’ll explain. Odin, dear, just stay away from Loki for now. He’ll get over it.” His father sighs and sinks into his armchair, not even arguing that he should be there for whatever talk this is.

Thor nods slowly, following his mother out into their very large back yard.

They walk in silence for about ten minutes, before Frigga sighs again and turns to Thor.

Natasha hums, holding Clint’s hand as they walk up to the front door. “You’re sure your parents don’t mind you stay at my house over the break?”

Clint snorts, kissing her nose softly. “They won’t notice I’m not there,” he promises.

Nat sighs and pulls him in. “Anybody here?” She calls.

“Nat!” A girl’s voice calls, and all the sudden a flash of blonde is streaking past Clint and into Natasha’s arms.

Natasha giggles, hugging her back. “Yelena! How are you doing, what’s up?”

Yelena pulls away with a giant grin, eyes only for her big sister. “I’m great! I met a girl at school, she’s super cool and she likes to braid her hair too.”

Nat laughs softly, playfully tugging at her sister’s braid. “Match made in heaven. Where’s mom and dad?”

She scowls at that. “Mom is taking care of the pigs and dad is at work.” She finally turns her attention to Clint. “Barton.”

Clint nods at her, eyes narrowed. “Shithead.”

She gasps, turning to Natasha. “You’re going to let him speak to me this way?!”

Nat rolls her eyes. “Be nice,” she sighs. “Come on, let’s go put our bags in my room.”

“You think mom and dad will let you share a room with a boy?” Yelena asks, scandalized.

“Shut up, you’re adopted,” Nat says, already carrying the bags up the stairs.

“So are you, bitch!” Yelena calls, pouting and crossing her arms.

Clint grins and shakes his head fondly, following her up the stairs.

Bruce lays on his bed, blunt in one hand and phone in the other. “No mom, I’m not smoking. No, I don’t do that anymore. Because you asked me not to.”

He pulls the phone away from his mouth while his mother rampages about this and that, taking another long drag and slowly breathing it out.

“No, I’m sorry. I can’t visit this break. I just have a lot of work to do. Yes, I have a job; how else am I supposed to afford an apartment? I know you cut me off for my own good, but that doesn’t mean I magically have my own money, mom, I have to work for it.” Bruce sighs, the hand holding his blunt rubbing at his temples. “Well I can’t marry a wealthy man mom, I like girls. I wasn’t accusing you of—oh my god…”

Bruce sits up, sighing loudly into the phone and rubbing his forehead. “Yes, I’m still going to my classes. Ahuh. Ahuh. Yeah. Okay, mom, is there a point to all of this or are you just calling to judge me?”

Bruce takes another long drag, listening to his mother screech on the other end of the phone. “I never said you were the worst mom in the…grateful for what, you got rid of me as soon as you could! You know what, no, I’m not doing this. Happy Thanksgiving.” He hangs up and throws his phone across the room, groaning in agony as it shatters. “I deserve that,” he mumbles, taking another drag. He hates when all his friends leave, and he’s left with nothing but his own thoughts.

Steve smiles softly, stirring the pot carefully. “Of course Ma, I don’t mind. I like to cook, you know that.”

His mother smiles back gratefully, legs giving out as she falls into a kitchen chair. “You’re such an Angel, Stevie. My little Angel.”

Steve blushes pink, stirring a bit more and smiling. “Long shift?”

Sarah nods, kicking her shoes off and rubbing at her feet. “18 hours,” she mumbles. The hospital keeps making her shifts longer and longer, because she’s the most competent nurse they have. “Feet are killing me.”

Steve sighs sympathetically. “Yeah. How’s dad?”

She hums softly. “He got a third job recently, it pays better. He thinks that if he can convince them to give him more hours, he can quit the job at the electric company.”

Steve nods again, guilt sinking in. “I can get a job, you know. Bruce has a job, and he gets straight A’s.”

Sarah waves her hands before going back to rubbing her feet. “Nonsense. Your college is covered by scholarships, you smart smart boy, and your father and I agreed before we had you that we would pay for living expenses until you graduated college. First generation, my handsome, smart, perfect son!” She beams are him, and Steve has to look away out of guilt. “Enough about work and money, it’s all so heavy! Tell me about Peggy, how’s she doing?”

Steve gulps, pulling out another pan and checking the date on the frozen shrimp. “She’s great, Ma, she said to give you and dad her love, and that she’s sorry she couldn’t come to visit. Her parents wanted to hog her.”

Sarah laughs fondly, leaning back in her chair and sighing. “I love that girl, so polite and proper. Will her and her family be at Mass with us?”

Steve shakes his head. “They go to the one upstate, remember?”

Sarah tsks, sighing sadly. “Oh yes, I always forget. Well…any thoughts of marriage soon?”

Steve almost freezes, but keeps moving the shrimp around with great effort. “I’ve brought it up with her, but I get the sense she wants to wait until after college. Plus I don’t think wasting money on a ring right now is the best idea.”

“Steve!” Sarah gasps. “That sort of thing is always worth it!”

“Right Ma, sorry.” He guiltily pours the mostly cooked shrimp into the noodles and sauce, stirring again.

“Honey, is there something you’re keeping from me? You’re all tense…”

Where to start…I’m actually gay, I just hooked up with a guy I hate and who’s allowance is more than you and dad make combined, I don’t follow Catholicism anymore and I never go to mass, I haven’t spoken to Peggy since we secretly broke up two years ago, I drink and smoke pot at parties, I’m actually an art major not a psych major, I’m in love with Bucky…

“Nope!” Steve says, turning the heat down to a simmer. “I’m just tired from all the homework, I guess. I’m sorry I’m not as upbeat as usual.”

“No, that’s perfectly fine!” She coos, standing and kissing his cheek softly. “Just wanted to make sure. I love you, son.”

Steve smiles and nods at her. “Love you too, Ma.”

Bucky checks his hair for the seventeenth time, smoothing out his shirt again and wiping his sweaty palms.

“You really don’t need to be this nervous,” Sam says, smiling fondly at Bucky.

Bucky gives him a mean look, looking over himself one more time. “Yes I do. What if they don’t like me? What happens then? Then I lose my boyfriend.”

Sam rolls his eyes, continuing their walk along the pier. “First of all: they won’t hate you. Second of all: even if they did, I wouldn’t stop dating you just because of that. You’re one of my best friends, they can get over it.”

Bucky huffs shakily, rightening his jacket around his shoulders. “I don’t think you understand how desperately I need people to like me.”

“No, I really don’t,” he laughs, coming to a stop. Bucky almost keeps walking, but then he turns around. “What?”

“We’re here,” Sam says, pointing to the boat.

Bucky gives him a death glare. “We’re going on a damn boat and you let me wear this?!”

Sam snickers, taking Bucky’s hand and walking them closer. “You’re cute. We don’t live here, this is where we work.” He goes to the very edge and cups his hands together. “Guys! I’m here!”

“Sammy!” Bucky hears running up steel stairs, and a pretty girl pops her head out from under the deck. “Mama, daddy, Sammy’s home!”

What happens next is honestly a blur. A blur of happiness and warmth and unconditional love.

It’s so different from Bucky’s quiet house. The cold, quiet, polite air that always threatens to choke Bucky when he visits home. Being with Sam’s family reminds him so much of being with Steve’s family. Of the laughing, the smiling, the dancing. The close-knit quarters, the sharing of stories, the way everyone seems to fit in perfectly—even Bucky.

It’s a feeling of home that he never gets in his own house.

After dinner and talking and laughing for hours, Sam’s little sister turns sparkling eyes to Bucky. “So you like my brother?” She asks.

Sam rolls his eyes. “No, I brought him home to meet you because we hate each other.”

“Be nice,” Sam’s mother chides playfully.

“Yes,” Bucky says, smiling at her. Then he turns his gaze to Sam, smile softening into a loving, smitten thing. “I do like your brother.”

“Good,” Sarah says, and a mischievous glint forms in her eyes. “Because I have a boat. They’ll never find your body.”

“Sarah!” Their father chides, wiggling a finger at her. “We have a boat.”

Their mother laughs, shaking her head fondly. “Now stop it, both of you! We don’t need people knowing how we dispose of the bodies.”

Bucky chuckles along with the rest of them, but Sam is shaking his head. “You’ll scare him off before he even has a chance to break my heart,” he warns.

“Only teasing!” Sarah says sweetly, but her grin is downright evil. “Using the family boat is too obvious.”

Sam is about to say something, but Bucky takes his hand with a smile. “My sisters will do the same thing, don’t worry.”

“How many sisters you got?” Sam’s father asks, taking a sip of water.

“Three younger sisters,” he answers, smiling fondly at the thought of them. “Oldest is fourteen.”

“Quite the gap between y’all,” his mother comments, narrowing her eyes. “Unless-“

“Yes,” Sam interrupts. “There’s a gap. We’re both 21.”

Bucky quirks a brow, but Sam shakes his head. “Don’t ask.”

“Anyway,” his father says, standing. “Anyone still hungry? We can get ice creams.”

“Ice cream!” Sarah yells, jumping out of her chair. “I want strawberry.”

“We know,” Sam sighs. “You get the same thing every single time.”

She sticks her tongue out at him, and Bucky can’t help but smile and feel at home.

Peter smiles as he helps May do the dishes, giving her a little hip bump as he moves the dishes to the drying wrack. “I’m sad vacation is almost over,” he says, sighing sadly.

May smiles sadly back, drying her hands and putting the towel down. “It’ll only be a month before I see you again,” she says happily, messing up his curls.

Peter makes an indignant noise, but smiles all the same. “I know, but I’ll still miss you.”

May grins. “Well…why don’t you tell me what’s been on your mind all week?”

Peter blushes and turns away, suddenly very interested in making sure there’s no water on the counter. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been keeping something inside. I see it. I know you.” She pushes some hair out of his face, smiling fondly. “What is it?”

Peter looks down, blushing a bit. He should have known she could see right through him. “I…”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” she says after an awkward silence. “But you can. You know that, right?”

Peter gives her a thankful smile, and then sighs. “I have this friend. His name is Tony.”

She nods encouragingly.

“I…I really liked him. Romantically. But he uh…I don’t know. Anyway, he said he would date me, but I was too poor and normal for him to date.” His aunt gasps, and he smiles sadly. “Yeah, it was…humiliating. I guess I just…I didn’t think he would…I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to be his friend anymore.”

“I wouldn’t,” she says, scoffing. “He sounds like a dick.”

Peter giggles, wiping at his eyes. “I don’t know…he isn’t usually like that. Usually he’s really sweet and…and smart and funny. But…”

May pets his face, then squeezes his hand. “I won’t tell you what to do, hon. Just trust your gut. Now come on, let’s watch a movie!”

Tony packs his things together again, before sighing and looking in the mirror. His dad should know better than to leave a mark on his face. Whatever, he can say he got into a fight.

“Packing already?” Tony almost jumps out of his skin, turning to see Jarvis. “Oh, dear…”

Tony winces, turning back around. “Just…don’t want to stay any longer than I need to. You know?”

Jarvis sighs sadly, nodding. “Of course, sir. Would you like a ride back tonight?”

“No, thank you. I just want…alone time. Please.”

Jarvis bows deeply, before leaving with a sad look on his face.

Tony turns back to his reflection, feeling the rage burn inside of him.

Useless! Absolutely useless, a disgrace! You aren’t even trying to find a wife. No, you’re too busy fucking anything that moves. After everything I’ve given you, all the money I’ve spent on you—you are nothing but a useless pothead. You’re not even doing drugs like your peers; why don’t you try some coke, huh? At least then I can say you’re productive! You lazy, worthless, arrogant, stupid boy!

Tony slams his hands on the dresser, looking down at them instead of his reflection, chest heaving. “Fuck you, dad,” he whispers, before pulling out a bag of white powder. His mom’s stash.

Tony’s never tried this, but he saw his mom do it once. He pours out a small line, not wanting to risk too much for his first time using.

He takes a second to consider if it’s worth it. Remembering his father’s words, he plugs one nostril and breathes in heavily with the other.

He gasps when it’s over, taking deep breaths and fighting the urge to sneeze. He sighs when he doesn’t think there’s any effect, and starts to pour a larger line. He’s got it all ready by the time it kicks in.

“Woah,” he whispers, eyes wide. He looks in the mirror; his pupils are blown out, but he looks happier already. He feels more energetic, more sociable. Like he wants to go see his friends. He feels like he could do anything.

He cleans his entire room. He unpacks his bags, actually folds his clothes, and repacks them. He gets his computer out and does two whole assignments, before he realizes it’s worn off.

He’s suddenly feeling very slow, like when he’s high on pot. He sniffles, feeling like his nose is running. He looks down and realizes his hands are shaking, and also god, he’s so hungry.

Without thinking too much about it, he snorts the other line he had laid out for himself, and waits for it to hit. He relaxes when it does, his mind feeling sharper already. He puts the rest of the bag in his Mother’s table again, not wanting to tempt himself.

He’s only just gotten back in his room when there’s a knock. He opens the door, smiling when he sees Jarvis.

“Um…” Jarvis looks Tony over, disapproving. “Oh, sir…”

“I’m not hungry,” Tony says with a smile. “Do you wanna come in? I was doing some projects for school, but-“

“Dinner is almost ready,” Jarvis says sadly. “I must serve it.”

“Oh,” Tony says. He sniffs, before smiling again. “Alright, that’s fine. I’m not that hungry, plus I don’t want to see them right now. But you can come back later if you want, before you have to go.”

Jarvis nods once, eyes sad. “Alright. Good night, sir.”

“Night!” Tony calls. He closes his door again, and gets focused again.

Thor is being rude. He knows he is. But he can’t help it-he stares.

His mother sits beside him, quietly cutting up her meat. His father sits at the head of the table. Next to him, across from mother, is where Loki is supposed to sit. He isn’t here. And across from Thor-

“Okay, what’s your problem?” The girl asks, slamming her knife on the table.

“Hela,” Odin chides. “Don’t-“

“He’s fucking staring at me—and don’t tell me what to do!” She yells at him.

Frigga takes a sip of wine that turns into several sips until her glass is empty. “Yes, well, I think I need a refill. Hela, would you like some?”

She doesn’t even look at Frigga. Frigga sighs and leaves. “Well, what’s your problem?”

Thor forces a smile, bringing his beer closer to him. “I don’t have one.”

“Why are you staring at me, then?” She hisses.

“Hela,” Odin starts.

“Shut up!” She yells at him, before turning back to Thor. “Speak.”

Thor quirks a brow. “I’m not a dog, ma’am.”

She growls again, scooting her chair back to stand. “I’m not a fucking ma’am,” she hisses.

“Oh, apologies. You’re just so much older than me, you see.” He takes a sip, never losing eye contact.

“Thor,” Odin sighs. “Please.”

“It’s not my fault daddy dearest was a slut before he settled down with your mum,” she hisses, nails scratching the table.

Frigga clears her throat, sitting down at the table and taking another sip of wine. “I think that’s enough.”

“No, I don’t think it is,” she says, a feral grin on her face. “Nothing you do will ever be enough, isn’t that right dad?”

Thor stands up with her, leaning across the table. “You’re 41 years old, ma’am. I think it’s about time you stop acting more immature than my kid brother.”

“How dare you-“

“Just because you were a demon spawn hellbent on breaking up your parents marriage doesn’t mean you get to come in here and ruin my family. You killed someone, accident or not. You caused our dad and your mother to divorce. You have destroyed enough families, don’t you think?”

Odin stands, leaving the table without a word. Frigga drinks.

“He had the god damn nerve to not even mention me to you and your brother.” She clenched her teeth. “You don’t find it disturbing that he can just move on from his life, his family?”

Thor shrugs, catching Loki on the stairs behind Hela. “I think I have nothing to worry about as long as I don’t become a murderer.”

Hela spits at Thor, but the blond doesn’t react. Loki and Frigga both stand, though. “You’re just like him. At least your brother has sense; he’s on my side. He thinks your dad is despicable too.”

Thor wipes the spit from his face, an angry smile growing slowly. “At least my dad didn’t get behind the wheel drunk. At least my dad didn’t kill a mother and three children. At least my dad was so laden with guilt over what you did, not what he did, you did, that he still can’t talk about you. At least he has empathy, basic human decency, and kindness in his heart. He let you in his house. He let you meet his new family. He’s even given you enough money to get you by until you can get your own job.”

“If I was him, I would have stuck up for my daughter!” She yells. “I wouldn’t have given up on my family!”

Thor laughs, low and dark. It’s enough to make Loki shrink back. “If I was him, I would leave you to the streets. I wouldn’t ever let you back in my life. If I was him, I would wish you had died instead of those poor, innocent people.”

Hela grabs the steak knife and stabs it through Thor’s hand, a dark look in her eyes. Frigga screams, and Loki runs, and Odin starts to return with all the commotion.

Thor only grins through the pain, cocking his head to the side. “I’m guessing stabbing people is against your parole, isn’t it?”

#my college au #peter parker #tony stark #starker #my writing #fanfic #tw: drug use #tw: drinking #tw: abuse #tw: violence #tw: death mention #tw: angst

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