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Peter Parker & Team Phantom Prompt
Poor Peter Parker never went to a pride parade before. He's wanted to, just never got the courage to, ya know?
Now imagine MJ, and Ned, or a couple of the avengers thinking "That's not allowed, Queer child never went to pride? Fix it. Fast."
So what do they do? Kidnap Peter and bring him along.
If the Avengers take him, they get distracted by fans wanting photos or asking questions because the avengers are queer??? Why hasn't anyone said anything??
If it's his friends, he gets seperated from them for just a few seconds and-
Bam.
He's run straight into someone. Which is mortifying enough, until he actually got a look at the other person.
A drag king? That's cool!
Even while blushing, he manages to get on a good first step with the girl, and soon she's taking him back to her friends.
And if he thought the Drag King look was extremely attractive, he wasn't prepared for the friends.
Seriously, how do 3 people look like they sit on the top of the high school food chain, and be as clumsy, nerdy, or weird as him?
And did the Danny kid mention bullies?!??!
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Hiii!!! I was wondering if you can do headcanons of what kinky/perv stuff that hazbin men (alastor, Lucifer, husk, Adam, val, etc) often do?
Plus I love your Adam fics!/headcanons
Have good day :3
・﹒・ perversions of the soul
Warnings: 18+, sexual scenarios, sexual comments
Pairings: [Separate] Lucifer, Adam, Val, Vox, and Saint Peter [Yall know I couldn't NOT include him, right?]
Notes: Hi, thank you for requesting! Because I don't write for Husk or Alastor won't include them, but I'll include the others! It's purely because I don't know how to write them in this way! I hope that's ok! :D
﹒Lucifer﹒
・He is a thighs man, he will stare at your thighs for hours if you let him. You've caught him so many times looking at your thighs and every time you lightly slap him on the shoulder because you know all he's thinking about is shoving his face in between them.
・He loves to whisper dirty nothings into your ear to make you flustered in public, he lives for your reactions and red face as you try to remain calm. Just seeing your reactions and you slowly growing horny is enough to make him hard alone.
・While that man can fuck good- he revels in giving oral sex to you whenever he can. He loves eating you out and sucking on you until you're cumming over and over again. He thinks you taste absolutely delicious and can't get enough of you. He's cum-drunk in all sense of the word.
﹒Adam﹒
・This man isn't as kinky as you would originally think- but still explores sexually occasionally. However, if you got boobs, he will never get enough of them, and will motorboat them even if Lute is around. If you got a dick, best be ready for random crotch feel-ups at any given moment. If you don't have either/or- he will grab and pinch your ass and even smack it until its red.
・He is big into you moaning, really big into it. It gets him off so easily, one little moan and he's at full mast. His main goal in bed is making you moan as loud as possible and when you do- well, expect to be getting a creampie.
・Loves fangirls/fanguys and if you love him in his band before even personally knowing him, one stop to being given a...private show. He lives to see you get excited for his band and looking down at you from his stage, gives him the biggest serotonin rush (and another kind of rush) that slowly builds up over the course of the night as he gets sweaty and out of breath.
・Valentino・
・Let's be real- what kinks doesn't this man have? There's many to chose from, but if I had to pick one- you being weak and powerless under him is one of his favorites. Watching you be completely at his disposal for any reason is a big yes to him.
・Degredation is another one, oh boy, he loves making you feel like shit at any chance possible. He will tell you that you're a whore, a dirty slut, only good for being fucked by him and him alone.
・He is possesive to the upmost degree and always makes sure to leave his marks all over you so others know that you are his. He always makes sure to parade you around the tower with you by his side so everyone knows not to fuck with you- messing with you or trying to fuck you.
・Semi-public sex is his go-to when he needs a quickie, he loves fucking you in spaces where anyone can walk in and see you two going at it. He doesn't care who sees his body, he thinks it's hot as fuck and makes him even harder inside you if he hears someone walking by.
﹒Vox﹒
・Biggest perv imaginable. Will watch you fuck yourself silly with toys even if he's just a room away. He never stops watching you, and I mean never. He always has to keep a close eye on you to make sure you don't fuck anyone else like Val or some ramdon schmuck off the street.
・Just like Val- he is extremely possessive of what's his and makes it known. He doesn't display it publicly with you around as to not scare you off, but he makes sure every single person in the tower knows not to even touch you.
・He loves getting his dick sucked above everything else, he loves the feeling of your pretty little lips wrapped around his cock swallowing all his cum down your throat. He loves to see you cry as you try to fit it all down, enjoys wiping them away and telling you that you're doing a good job.
﹒Saint Peter﹒
・That man is as innocent as can be what kinks could be possibly have? Well, he has a dirty little secret- one day he discovered that he got hard seeing you with ice cream all over your mouth and imagined it was cum. Naughty I know! Ever since he has not been able to let that thought go and guiltily imagines you sucking on his...
・He always offers you ice cream just to watch you smother it all over your mouth as you eat it and he always acts nervous around you because he oh so badly wants to make his dirty fantasies real. But he can't just avoid you! You always ask why he likes ice cream so much and he simply says that it just tastes good.
・He also would never admit that just you showing attention to him can get him riled up since almost every person that had crossed the gate never payed much attention to him. So when you showed interest in getting to know him and eventually dating him- he was down bad and it makes him act up a little.
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. . . soft dom!peter headcanons !!
soft dom!peter is truly attentive. he lives for your pleasure, always going out of his way to give you exactly what you need, no matter what. he knows each and every one of your erogenous zones are, where to poke and prod to have you keening high in the back of your throat.
“yeah? you want me to touch right here, baby? don’t worry, sweet girl, i’ll give you just what you need, yeah?”
soft dom!peter who can’t stand when you go out of your way to deliberately disobey him or act bratty. he just hates to deliver punishments, but what choice do you leave him when you bark out such unkind insults with that sharp tongue of yours? it’s almost like you want him to bend you over his lap and spank all of that attitude out of you.
“just couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, hm? god, i can’t stand seeing you cry, but i have to keep that attitude in check. now, don’t make this harder than it has to be and bend over.”
soft dom!peter who will sing you praise after praise until you’ve gone shy and whiny and feel light headed due to the blood rushing to your face. he’ll praise you at any given moment, whenever the mood arises, simply because he can, and he holds you dearly to his heart.
“there’s my sweet girl. you’ve been good for me today, yeah? ‘course you have, always so fuckin’ good for me. c’mere, baby, i think you deserve a reward.”
soft dom!peter loves how easily it is to get you all flustered and desperate for whatever kind of touch he’ll give you. he’ll get you all riled up, until your hips can’t help but move on their own accord, drooling cunt rubbing against his thigh like there’s no tomorrow. he’ll smile real sweet, hands dancing along your waist and hips, giddy at the thought of you coming undone yet yearning for more.
“c’mon, sweetheart, use your words and tell me what you want. aw, what’s wrong? is your brain too fuzzy to think clearly? poor thing, let me take care of you.”
soft dom!peter who holds your hands when he eats you out. tucked between two pretty and plush thighs, he’ll have you trying to push him away when it gets to be too much. you’ve already came three times, yet he hasn’t relented in the slightest. it’s almost like you can see his smirk as he peers up, face covered in slick and hair a mess.
“i think you’ve got one more in you, darling. you know i can’t help myself — you just taste too damn good, especially when you moan so prettily. be a good girl and give me another one, okay?”
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Be a good bunny and let me kiss you
Remus Lupin x fem! shy! reader
Summary: As the party dies down and everyone's falling asleep, Remus can't help but pepper his girl in kisses...and hickeys
Warnings: heated, kissing, mentions of hickeys, smoking weed, drugs, drinking and being tipsy, established relationship, fluff, very quick proofread
A/n: 1.5k words, I have some James and Freddie fluff for tomorrow and thursday but until then kisses with Remus x thank you for the request hope you enjoy!
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You were seated on your boyfriend's lap, legs dangling over the side of the armchair. The party has long finished now, the only ones still up being you and your friends.
James and Mary on one of the couches next to Frank with a very sleepy Alice on his lap, Marlene and Lily on the couch closest to you, Dorcas resting her legs over the end much like yourself with head resting perfectly on her girlfriends lap, and finally Sirius, laying flat on the floor where the coffee table should have been, fully conscious and loving every second of it as Peter lay asleep on his stomach as a rat
“Here ya go marls” Sirius extends the blunt towards her
You felt Remus’ hands slither around you, they had been on the arm rest and your lower thigh, but now one was slipping between between your legs and hooking under to pull you closer, while the other tentatively moved your cardigan off your shoulder
“Here love” you look over at Marlene, smiling as she carefully holds the it to Dorcas lips before leaning down to kiss her, inhaling the smoke with a grin as she does
“Greedy” James teased, earning chuckles from the room
“Hey I technically bought it soo…” she shrugs taking a drag, speaking as she exhaled ““…I get extra my dear” she sighs, smirking at the boy before closing her eyes and passing it around onto lily
She brings it to her lips a little shaky, cheeks already aflame before she starts coughing. You lean forward, as does James but your hand finds hers first to check she’s okay, knowing out of everyone she’s the least experienced with it
“You alright?” you ask quietly, hearing James and Sirius chuckle but not realising it’s at Remus, who’s currently wearing a grumpy pout that you moved away just as his lips were about to meet your neck
She coughs but manages to get out an “I’m fine sugar” turning her hand into yours to squeezes it “You’ll just have to give me private lessons” she’s adds and your eyes widen comically
You can’t stop the smile though, taking the roll up from her and shy away, more so when you make eye contact with Marlene and not only she winks but blows you a kiss as well
The blondes eyes then go behind you and giggles “Someone’s not happy sharing his wife” she jokes and just then Remus pulls you back into him, igniting a squeal
“You two had your chance and chose that lovely lady and that weirdo” he nods to Dorcas and James “She’s my bunny” he whispers into your temple before he kisses it, making you smile beyond compare
“My moon” you whisper back and he squeezes you gently
“Me and Dorcas wouldn’t mind a third” Marlene winks and dorcas high fives her with a small hell yeah
You feel your face heat, cheek now squished against Remus’ chest as you could feel the vibrations of laughter as Lily adds the icing that ends you
“And I’m sure James won’t mind his wife having a wife” she states and while James chuckles he tries not to get flustered himself over lily wanting to be his wife
You tuck your head into his chest then, hiding from everyone as the buzz made your already easily flustered self go into overdrive
“She okay?” Sirius tilts his head back, looking up at him before laughing “Also you look weird upside down…still hot as ever but none the less weird”
You giggle into Remus’ chest at that, peering up to admire the slight flush he pretends doesn’t happen at the compliment.
“She’s fine” his eyes come down to meet yours, flashing you that smile before licking his lips “Thanks bun” he winks when you gift him the blunt, deciding to skip this turn and hug your man instead, nuzzling your head into him further
Remus hands it off to James soon enough and after a few more rounds you and Remus were too busy cuddling one another that the others just skipped on by
When James and Marlene start to bicker over something, you try to turn back to the conversation, only to feel Remus’ nose diving right into your once again exposed neck. His touch his gentle, hot breath ticking you in the nicest way and causing your body to relax further into him, hand finding his while his free one brings rubbing circles into your tight clad thigh
A soft hum escapes your lips as his own pepper kisses everywhere, along your jaw down to your collarbone, over your shoulder and back up to just below your ear. You know what he’s doing, testing every spot for the sweet one, though with him he was capable for turning everywhere into one
Your thoughts were floaty already but they were extenuated by the trail of soft kisses, everyone else’s voices and giggles reduced to a distant murmur. Your friends knew what was happening but they didn’t mind. Yours and Remus’ pda usually only consisted of holding hands, heads on shoulders and temple, forehead and cheek kisses, but when it was just close friends and you both were a little looser, the two of you engaged in a bit more
You smile as he wets his lips, open mouth kisses pressed upon the places you loved most, secure hands playing with your fingers and gentle caressing your inner thigh
“Bunny?” he murmurs only loud enough for you to hear
You can only him in response, sinking down to lean your head on his shoulder when he pulls away.
As your eyes meet all you can think about his handsome he looks in this light, wearing a shy smile when you remember he’s all yours and bringing his hand up so his arm now draped over your shoulders, fingers intertwined at your chest
He grins “You’re so pretty” he tells you, voice quiet but normal, look of pride on his face like he’s remembered the same thing you have, that you’re all his
“And you’re going to kill me” you mutter back, bringing his hand up so you can place a lingering kiss to his palm, right on the one scar that covers it
He pushes his nose into your hairline, shifting his head around so he’s now leaning over you, hand sliding up your outer thigh and stopping just before the hem of your skirt
“Bunny you being the prettiest thing in existence isn’t what’s gonna kill you” he whispers in your ear, and you can feel the smile on his lips as they meet your temple
All you can do is let out a little skirm and squeak in response before you finally manage to ask “What will then?” Your head turns to meet his gaze once more, smiling shyly but your eyes sparkle
He just smiles and raises his eyebrows, letting you know this will be a practical demonstration as he ducks back down to your neck and begins the same pattern he started on the other side. Gentle chatse kisses, followed my open mouth ones, his tongue darting out occasionally and running along your skin before eventually his lips focus on one place
You bite your lip, sighing out just as your breath hitches when his teeth gently graze the area before he returns to his gentle suckles, repeating it over and over across your neck until you forget everything but his lips
“Dead yet?” he whispers with a grin you can feel on your now sensitive skin and then he goes straight back to it
You let out a shaky breath “Well and truly”
After a while he removes himself, nose trailing up your cheek before he pressed a kiss to it, doing the same on the other side, and then your nose, and your eyebrow, until your giggling uncontrollably
“Rem” you try to turn and hide away but his hand moves from your thigh to cup your jaw and bring it back
“No” he chastises “Be a good bunny and let me kiss you” he demands so softly it’s almost a plead and of course you let him, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt as he makes a point of kissing every part of your face
The others had mostly fallen asleep by this point, only James and Sirius were awake and the former had joined his friend on the floor, both smiling at their friend, beyond happy he’s letting himself love so fully. Though they did chuckle at the many hickeys that littered your neck, making note to tease their friend later for his wolfy sides love for marking you up
“You know your funeral will have to be close casket” he tells you pulling away, fingers sliding down to your neck, smile playing his lips as he admires his handy work
“Why?” You ask a little breathless and a little giggly
“Marked ya up real good bunny” he smirks “ and I’m only getting started, you’ll have a necklace by dawn”
“I’ll be dead by dawn”
You both giggle together, noses touching until eventually his lips capture yours in a kiss that wasn't ending anytime soon
Thank you for reading ♡
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number six from the prompt list with noir :]
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you make him go crazy in love – spider noir x reader
you loved annoying peter, or at least get him grumbling for you to quit bothering him as he's working or trying to get some things done. it always brought a smile to your face knowing you could thoroughly piss him off with how cheeky you are, and today, you wanted to try something a little different.
you knew how easily peter got flustered when he'd accidentally touch your hand, it happens more often than he likes it and believe me, he does to. he always gets flustered and apologizes profusely as he backs away, but when your hand's on top of his... he doesn't find the strength to back away, not in a physical sense, but in a sense that he doesn't want to move away from your hand.
you teased him all day today by 'accidentally' brushing your fingers over his own when you're handing him something, walking side by side with him, and just flat out reaching for his hand when he least expects it. you giggle and smile as you apologize to him, which serves as a double whammy for him, because your beauty allures him way too well for him to want to back away from you. you always make him want to stay no matter how annoying and childish you can be.
"why are you doing this?" peter asks you as you pull your hand away from him with hints of pink dashing his cheeks. you chuckle and raise an eyebrow at him. "whaddya mean, pete?" he groans as he narrows his eyes at you, it's less menacing as his blush deepens. "you know exactly what i mean. why are you teasing me?" he asks you as you pretend to think about the reason, strutting over towards him and holding his arm in your hand. "maybe i just... wanna drive you a little crazy, a little insane, peter." you cooed to the man as you ran your finger down his arm.
he looked you in the eye and spoke in a stern voice. "if you really wanted to drive me insane..." he began as he caught your hand hovering over his own again. "you'd hold my hand for more than 5 seconds, then you'll see me insane with love." he muttered as you did so, and as you cheerfully counted down to five, peter kissed your lips gently before you got to zero.
"told you," he whispered as he pulled away from you, his cheeks and whole head flushed with red and pink as he gazed into your eyes. "you really wanna drive me crazy in love, don't you?" he asked you as he watched you get flustered yourself from his kiss, eyes wide open as your lips quivered after he pressed his own against yours. now it was his turn to drive you crazy with his love for you.
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Why not? (Peter B. Parker x reader) pt. 4
He is so broken. I just know I can fix him.
THIS. HOLY SHIT. Okay, so this is just oozing with honey sweet fluff.
Warnings: slight angst of insecurity, a steamy kiss, my heart was racing while writing this
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
You've known. You knew the first time you felt his lips gloss over your own. You tasted his musk on your tongue, a hint of something sweet to accompany it.
He wasn't one to easily accept help. He hated asking for it up front. You knew he can't act worth shit, and you knew when he was lying. You knew when he was uncomfortable, and when he was at complete peace. And you were scared, because it had been a month now. And you didn't know where he was and if he was okay.
You sit in your living room, the rain outside a constant downpour. A glass of wine in your hands, you sit in the dark, a single candle that reminds you of him sitting on your coffee table, as you go through the various article clippings, all written by him. You always would collect the first copy of anything with his work, carefully cutting them out and placing them in a box that you keep under your bed. You wore a hoodie he had left, the smell still almost fresh. So you knew he wasn't dead or anything. Thankfully, you still at least knew that much.
You knew it was him every time you shared a passionate moment with his spider clad self. And you knew it gave him confidence whenever he wore that suit. He was an insecure man, his pride too big to let himself admit that fact. And you would take what you could get.
After the first kiss, it wasn't until about two months later you'd share another. Peter had been distant, not like he was shutting you out, that would break him. But you noticed that there was an obvious line he was entirely too scared shitless to cross.
He'd avoid touch in general, and he never knew how much he'd actually been craving it from you, as you with him. You weren't exactly sure what was going on, but you knew to be patient with him.
At the time, it was really only just a sneaking suspicion that he was the vigilante hero. In fact, it seemed that Peter wasn't the only one avoiding you. You'd be there occasionally whenever there was some sort of crime to be stopped, and see him there. You'd hope to talk to him, about the kiss you had shared with him. And yet he'd disappear before you even got the chance to even try.
You were walking home from work that night, feeling your patience seriously start to tax. Peter had usually walked you home on later nights, but he once again had cancelled on you. You understood that he has his own affairs to handle, his own life and whatnot. But dammit, if it didn't hurt to be rejected whenever you'd ask him to do something he'd usually be more than up for doing. You started getting seriously irritated with him, coming up with a plan to confront him the next day to be honest. That is until you were suddenly knock to the ground in an alley. "Alrighty toots, you can make this easy for yourself if you just don't squirm-" before he could even finish, he'd been webbed to a wall across from you, his mouth webbed shut as well. You looked up to find your hero, his red suit a blur as he drops down before you, wordlessly helping you up and handing you your things.
Before he can swing off again, you already had a firm grasp on his hand. "WAIT- uh, just h-hold on a sec. Please." You plead with him he stops whipping around to look you in the eye. He was tall, an air of confidence about him. It was intimidating, and so… magnetic. Attractive. Your words dying on your tongue as your own confidence slips away, suddenly shy.
"Uh… I-I just. Um. Can I get maybe a lift home?" Your ears are flushed in embarrassment, beyond flustered. Now he definitely wasn't gonna talk to you ever again. And yet, he laughs. Laughs. His shoulders relax immediately. The knot in your stomach loosening at the sound, so comforting and familiar.
"Alright, fine. Hold on tight, pretty girl." He teases, wrapping an arm around you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your cheek to his own, feeling even hotter than before somehow. You feel the wind whipping around you, stinging your warm cheeks, your heart in your throat from the sudden weightless around you. You squeeze your eyes shut, too scared to look down, until you feel you guys at a standstill. Just hanging there.
"Open those pretty eyes, honey." He whispers into your ear, his warm breath fanning over your ears and neck, which blossomed in a deep red now. You listen to him, opening one eye slowly, then the other as they're blown wide from the view.
It looked like you guys were hanging from the roof of another building, and when you look down, your stomach drops as well. You hadn't expected to be so high up. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, tightening your hold on him, and he laughs, also wrapping his arm around you tighter, ensuring you felt safe. He's quick to swing you to the roof of your apartment building, landing safely. And yet, neither of you move to leave eachothers arms.
You breathe in his scent, the smell of warmth and familiarity dripping from his musk. You stare up into his eyes on his mask, as he does you. "Why… did you kiss me?" You breathe out. He huffs out another chuckle, warming your heart. "Couldn't help myself." "Do you do that a lot?" You question. "What, kiss the girls I save? No. Your the first." He says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "No, I meant do you always know where everyone lived?" You tease back. It's his turn to be flustered, as he scrambles for an excuse. "I-I, well… I just ha-had that uh, intuition! Hah, something like that- woah, whatcha doing there?" He moves his face away from you, as well as his body, his hands on your wrists, which where on the edges of his mask to lift the bottom.
"Relax, I won't take it off entirely. I just wanna see something…" You chide. He's hesitant, pondering what you could be doing. The possibility of another kiss flashes his mind, and he feels a sudden pull at his heart strings. A sudden ache taking over his gut at the idea, and he's quick to relax in your hold, giving up complete control to you eagerly.
You back him into a wall on the rooftop, leading to the entrance of your building. He rests his hands on your waist comfortably. You lift his mask, ever so slightly, exposing his lips and the bottom of his nose. Just a little more, you lift it on the bridge of his nose. It's just as you'd suspected. He has his eyes closed, waiting with baited breath to feel your heat on his own, when suddenly he feels this searing pain on the bridge of his nose. "A-AAAH, DAMN-" You'd repositioned his nose, which he had broken that same night on an excursion with a certain rhinoceros villain before this little adventure with you. Before he can let curses spill from his lips however, he feels them completely encompassed by your own. You slip your tongue past his lips once he's been taken aback from surprise.
He whimpers into your mouth, his own tongue eagerly lapping at your own. His hands going to pull you into his own body, a hand carding through your hair, the other slipping beneath your shirt on your back, feeling the heat from your body. Your own hands exploring him, a hand on his neck and jaw, the other brushing your fingers along his chest, the feel of his heart hammering against your palm causing your own to race. The feeling causes chills to deliciously run down his spine.
The kiss is sloppy, but deep. Experimental, and yearning. Your mouths disconnected with a slight pop, a light string of saliva breaking from between you two, leaving you panting. He however, was completely breatheless.
You knew he had a broken nose from the slight blood spot on his mask, as well as his wincing. You weren't a nurse, but you knew that adrenaline was the perfect pain killer, and what better way to get his blood pumping than an extremely steamy kiss? You kiss his jaw, and another light peck just beneath his ear, feeling his pulse quicken. You smile, as you whisper against the shell of his ear. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself." You smirk. And with that, you leave him to stand there, completely frozen from shock, as the door to the building shuts behind you.
Peter was a lot more responsive to you after that. Jumping at any opportunity to follow you around after the event. This definitely confirmed your suspicions, especially given that his nose was crooked after that. You'd trusted him to come to you in his own time, truly.
The appearance of Spiderman was much more frequent after that as well. Suddenly stopping by almost two to three times a week, heated kisses and passionate moments being shared between you two. He'd even stop by in the night, coming to rest with you in your bed, cuddles and exploring hands, watching over you as you slept, feeling completely at ease. "Almost like twilight! Except I don't like, wanna eat you or anything." He'd joked once. This went on for about a year. You two feeling like two teenagers again, even though you guys were just 28 and 30 at this point in your lives. You two having been close friends for over a decade now.
When the time came that he told you about his identity, he was absolutely terrified. He didn't know what you'd think, absolutely scared of losing these timid moments with you, some of his most peaceful memories, as well as you. And so he'd whispered it against the skin of your chest, your back, wherever his lips had rested, with his mask off, whenever he thought you'd not be listening, too deep in sleep. But you'd smile every time he breathed these words to you.
One night you had decided to finally admit your own secret to him. After a night of shared vulnerability, he'd whispered it again, and you'd turn around to face him, looking into his soul, as he waited with baited breath for your response, scared shitless. And yet, all you did was smile, pressing a light peck to his now crooked nose, "I know. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." You whispered against his own skin, thus drifting off to your own dreams. His heart pounding so loud in his ears, so much relief flooding his veins, his heart swelling. He had never felt so calm, all of his anxieties dissipate into the night air within the safe confines in your room.
You were a goner from the beginning, and you always knew he was too. From the beginning, you'd known.
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Florence - Chapter Seven
It's Harry and MJ's wedding day, and you feel a million different emotions at once. Happiness, fear, an urge to never part from Peter's side. Finally, you come to a resolution about you and Peter's burgeoning relationship, ecstatically so.
Wedding stuff, ceremonies and reception, lots of emotions, cheesy romantic things (kissing, overly dramatic proposal stuff), smut (riding + lots of tension coming to a head (pls skip over this segment if you're uncomfortable)), I can't believe this took so long to write
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Peter feels elated. On top of the world, even.
Yeah, it was just a kiss– hardly the most invigorating, erotic thing he could’ve done– but, as cheesy as Peter feels when he thinks this, it was a kiss with you.
“Ugh.” He smacks himself in the face, cringing at how much he loves these intense feelings. He’s lying in his bed– the villa bedroom that was selected for him was perfect, down to the mattress that keeps Peter’s back pain at bay– but he can’t help but grin bashfully under his hands.
You had had the same sort of look yesterday. After Peter had finished kissing you, MJ had come and stolen you away for more bridesmaid duties– speeches, readings at the church, etc. – and despite your shy small smile, your hand clinging onto his as MJ dragged you away with a very questioning, sly look, he had to let you go. Unfortunately so.
Peter knows he loves you. He spent most of the night tossing and turning, thinking about how to properly ask you to be his girlfriend, his partner, his significant other. To be the one that he knew you were back when the two of you were just kids.
He was just too stupid to see it.
Hell, even Logan told him that it was obvious. After years and years, he apparently always wondered when one of you would make the first move and get it over with. This was coming from the guy who couldn’t bear to ask out Ms. Grey and ended up ending it over nothing, too.
Peter clambers out of bed, rubbing his face, getting ready to brush his teeth, knowing that because he’s known you for so long– his method of asking you to make things official would come naturally.
/
You’re watching the sun rise over the gorgeous trees and groves of the villa, leaking through the windows of the house. Your room has a teeny balcony– you never noticed it before since a table obscured the door, and it’s a lovely space to spend time thinking before the wedding.
Outside, a cool breeze makes your hair loose, blowing away strands lightly, and you feel at peace. You feel glad to be here.
Siena is quite beautiful… but you’re very excited to actually go back to Florence today. It’s the best part of Italy to you, and you share too many memories with Peter to not want to be there with him today.
Especially after he kissed you. You find yourself blushing, but that’s okay. It’s too special for you to know how to deal with– you’re finding that you’re easily flustered, going over countless memories of sunny beaches and ice cream and studying algebra and Italian architecture, cobblestone streets and sun dresses and tanned skin that always stayed with you long after you would come home to the cold autumn airs of New York.
But the best part was that Peter would always be with you throughout it all. Not just in Florence, but in high school, at home, being neighbours and bothering each other all time. You never had to have a break from him– he was like your own personal summer vacation.
You know you have had your moments, pulling away, feeling stupid and neglected– the sorrow you feel is fairly terrible– but the gratitude, the satisfaction you have from having Peter next to you now is unlike anything else you’ve ever felt.
You wonder if Peter feels the same, that he’s feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions all at once– love, affection, but also fondness, familiarity, relief– you hope so. You want to talk to him again.
You didn’t sleep very well last night, and you know that’s bad for the wedding– but you’re not tired at all. No, no.
For the first time in your life, you feel really awake.
“Howlett?” Peter’s voice calls, and you turn– you stumble for a moment.
“Hey, watch it!” Peter comes through your grabs your forearm, steadying you. You weren’t in any risk of falling over the railing of the balcony, but Peter’s got that strange sense, and his brown eyes peer into yours, checking to see if you’re okay.
Once he feels that you are, his gaze softens and he settles into a smile. His brows furrow as he grins at you.
He’s still wearing PJs, as are you– clearly you weren’t the only one struggling to stay away.
“I– I’m okay.” You hold his hand, trying not to beam. “You didn’t have to do that, but thanks.”
“Couldn’t exactly let my girlfriend fall off the balcony, could I?” Peter ruffles your hair, and you feel an alarming amount of excitement and earnestness at his words. “Not after I finally got one.”
“Hey.” You point your finger at Peter’s chest, and he raises his hands in an oh-ho, let’s see what you have to say sort of way, and you can’t help but smirk a little even if you’re mock glaring at him. “You’re admitting that it could’ve been any girl? And you would’ve been happy?”
“Oh, Howlett.” Peter reaches over and tries his best not to snicker– he fails– as he starts this overly romantic, purposefully terrible soliloquy to you. “It could only be you. I’d walk across a thousand burning coals for you. I’d reach up into the sky and take the moon and give it to you. I’d rake my balls through shredded glass just for the chance to kiss your sweet, chapped lips.”
You cackle at that, and Peter giggles while holding you close, holding your face.
“Okay, okay. I get it.” You laugh, and you shake your head at him. “What’s with the use of girlfriend, anyways? When did you ask me to be your girlfriend?”
“Was it not obvious yesterday?” Peter purses his lips. “Should I kiss you again, and make it more clear?”
Peter leans in but you stop him with your hand, and he kisses your hand anyways.
Licks it, too.
“Yuck.” You shake your hand away. “You can’t just claim me like a primitive man-ape, Peter. You gotta make it official, properly. I’ve waited too long for this moment for you to go and just make it so.”
“Oh, really?” Peter looks bemused. “You spent a great many algebra study sessions fantasizing about me, huh?”
“Obviously.” You roll your eyes, and Peter pushes down the urge to kiss your endearingly annoyed expression.
“Okay. Deal.” Peter takes you by the hand, and leads you inside. “Do you think we have time for a morning coffee?”
/
It’s a very hectic time to go and sneak away like this.
MJ is currently doing an intense skincare regimen– she enjoys it a lot typically, but in this case it’s to give her a wedding glow– numerous products are slathered on as she lays on her bed. Face, arms, legs covered.
She gives you the okay to go, as long as you’re back in five minutes to help her get dressed, and Peter promises it will take two.
Peter makes his coffee– it’s easy, it’s just black with no sugar or cream– but for you he adds in a lot of sweetness and sugar and cream and even if you don’t usually take your coffee that sweet, you appreciate it anyways.
“You used to drink it like this in high school.” Peter admits sheepishly, and you know he’s right– it’s cute how he remembers that.
/
MJ is so glad you’re back, shooing Peter away to the groom’s side of the house. As two makeup artists work on her hair, her face, her skin, working in even more products and massaging her muscles (MJ is so particular about reducing her frown wrinkles) she feels relaxed, luxurious, amazing… if not for the fact that she’s having wedding panic.
“Seriously, what if Harry gets cold feet again?” MJ blinks her deep green-blue eyes, tears hanging onto her pale, mascara-less eyelashes. “I knew we should’ve waited a few years. He’s been so worried about his father, about everything with Oscorp… God, I’m so fucking stupid!”
“MJ– No.” You shake your head. “You’re just freaking out. Deep breaths, Mary Jane.”
She inhales somewhat dramatically, but shuts her eyes, and you watch as MJ’s flushed, red skin calms into her fair, even skintone.
“Harry wouldn’t have proposed if he didn’t want to do this now.” You remind her carefully.
“And he wouldn’t have invited his dad if things were that terrible, right?” MJ nods, and she watches as you nod, too. “Okay. Hold my hand, Lettie. It’s scarier than I realized.”
“Getting married?” You sit next to her, squeezing her palm in a warm grasp, and try to avoid the makeup artist currently applying a peachy blush to MJ’s cheeks.
“Yeah. Not to be crazy, but… it’s literally marriage. It’s Mary Jane Osborn from here on out. Mrs. MJ, wife to Harry Osborn.” MJ inhales. “I know I want to do it, but I just… I have so many nerves!”
“Pretend it’s one of your modelling shoots?” The hair stylist arranging MJ’s red hair into a loose bun chimes in, as she works in lilies through the strands.
“No… that won’t do. Thanks though, Clara.” MJ sighs. “It’s not like that. It’s just… it’s been so long since I’ve had to really… shed the image.”
“Bare your soul?” You respond, and MJ nods. “I get it. You need to be candid about your feelings.”
“Yeah, it can’t be all image work. And I just worry that I’m going to come across as a influencer woman being shallow and vain rather than, well, the real me, little MJ Watson from Queens.” MJ’s voice turns small. “I almost wish I wasn’t famous at all.”
“Too late for that, cupcake.” The hairstylist comments again, and MJ snorts despite herself. “Listen. If Osborn knows you’re being real, then that’s good enough. Outsiders are always going to judge.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” You agree, and MJ swallows, before sighing with relief.
“Okay. Okay. I’m okay.” MJ fixes her glance on you. “Don’t leave me though.”
/
MJ looks perfect– even more so, in your personal taste, than she ever has during her glammed up, avant garde beauty shoots– she looks just like herself. Enhanced, a little, with her freckles still shining through dewy, glowy makeup, topped off with shimmery, sheer gold-glitter eyeshadow, and poppy red lipstick, blotted so not to be too much. She looks like your best friend, but also like… the best possible version of herself. You tell her as much.
She beams. “Thanks, Lettie. Do I look like a bride?”
“Of course!” You shake your head at her. “We just need to get you into your dress…”
MJ isn’t one to care about being nude anymore, after being desensitised to designers stripping and dressing her, and she undoes her robe with a simple pull of the strap, exposing her bare breasts and panties– you’re reminded just how much taller she is than you when she stands up straight, all legs and taut stomach, sharp collarbones and angular shoulders, muscles and bone contorting into a physique that just screams model. It’s like she was made to wear anything in an editorial context.
“This is how I feel. Standing in that church, telling everyone I love Harry…” MJ crosses her arms, causing her tits to jut out more, and you snort, totally indifferent to her naked body. You’ve seen it a million times. “I’m going to be emotionally and spiritually naked.”
“And that’s harder than having your tits out?” You joke, but MJ points at you, seriously agreeing. “Alright, arms up.”
The dress is quite beautiful. An off-white, almost blue in tone mermaid dress, custom made by Dior, it fits MJ like a glove, snatching in at her bust, waist, and her hips, but then flaring out in an elegant a-line skirt, all silk and lace detailing. There’s quite a bit of rhinestone work from her sweetheart neckline, down to her hips, and the effect– as you pull it up on her, tightening the corset straps as she reaches around to make sure it’s all fitting– it’s like a halo glow.
Yes, as you carefully adorn MJ’s veil over her head, you feel in your heart– she’s an angel. No doubt about it.
“You look beautiful.” You grin at her, and to your surprise, MJ’s eyes water a little, and she hugs you tightly.
“I’m so glad you came here.” MJ murmurs. “I never would’ve wanted to get married without you by my side.”
“Same. I mean, if I get married–”
“Stop that. You’re going to get married.” MJ laughs, cackles, really. “You and Peter– you guys are so meant to be. I’ve never been more glad that you two hit it off this week.”
“Even though we could be stealing the spotlight?” You joke.
“Especially if it means you’re stealing the spotlight.” MJ squeezes your arms. “You really deserve it, Lettie.”
There’s a sudden lump in your throat. Never have you ever assumed that you deserve any of the good things life throws your way– you always assume that it’s just due to luck. A cushy coding job? Luck. Being friends with Harry, who’s willing to give you a much higher salary, and MJ, who gives you the best fashion advice? Luck. Peter somehow being interested in you? Luck. What’s really special about you?
“I know that look.” MJ shakes her head. “You’re a catch, babe. Now go get dressed and blow that man’s socks off.”
“I… thought you were going to finish that sentence differently.” You admit, glad that MJ stopped your spiral into depressive thoughts. “Isn’t it ‘knock your socks off?’”
MJ shoos you out, laughing.
/
After very quickly putting on your makeup, It’s not hard to dress yourself. The dress, pretty as it is, all forest-green, flowing lace and silky details that you loved from the moment you saw it, just has one simple zipper.
Unfortunately, your hands scramble for purchase– it is just out of your reach, and it’s exceedingly annoying to try and zip it from the back when you can’t see it.
The dress is flowing loosely around you as you sigh loudly, and decide to turn towards your bathroom, where you can estimate better with a mirror.
“Howlett?”
Peter comes up behind you, and you feel your skin warm. He’s too close– you’re not even fully dressed– and you hold your hands against the top of your dress, trying to stay modest.
“You’ve caught me in a fairly compromising position, I admit.” You joke quietly, and Peter chuckles.
“Maybe that was my intention.” He whispers half-jokingly, and you close your eyes, trying not to laugh or be turned on by the insinuation. “Kidding. Do you need privacy? I can go.”
“No, no, I need your help.” You mutter. “Could you just– zip up the back of the dress? I can’t reach it.”
“Of course.” Peter gently grasps the zipper, and you feel his hand press against your lower back, the heat emanating through the silk fabric, and with one fluid motion, he zips you up, the dress fitting perfectly, no longer free flowing but now clearly draped and styled in a way that accentuates the way you look.
Peter twists your shoulders so you’re facing him, and with an uncustomary amount of emotion, feels his breath hold. You look so gorgeous– so stunning, in a way he almost feels reverent when he looks at you– and he cannot help but voice it.
“Wait, you look– amazing–” You had no idea Peter was wearing his suit already. He looks dapper, sweet, calming.
“Me? Oh man, Howlett. You look so pretty. I don’t even–” Peter harshly swallows. “It almost makes me regret never taking you out to prom.”
“It’s alright, Peter. This can be our do-over.” You kid with him, but he’s still solemn.
“Why was I so stupid?” Peter scowls at himself, and you get the feeling he’s actually going to be upset about this for a long time. “I couldn’t even see what I had, Howlett. You should’ve smacked me upside the head.”
“No, that’s too harsh.” You snicker at his antics. “It’s okay. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. If anything, it kind of… brought us closer together? Right?”
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Shared trauma.” Peter laughs to himself, but he leans in a little closer. “Sorry, I gotta make up for lost time.”
Before you can admonish Peter for trying to ruin your lipstick, he’s already pulling your face forward in a strong, firm kiss, his lips pressing against yours without preamble or hesitation, and he holds you there– while you feel your insides turn warm, all jelly like, as Peter strokes your hair and face and jaw. He lets go for just a moment– but still presses cute, short kisses against your mouth, little pecks, really, and then he actually stops.
Peter’s lips are that soft red colour you picked out for yourself– he’s basically eaten your lipstick off.
“How many kisses do you need until you feel it’s enough for all the years you missed?” You tease him, gently wiping away at his lips.
“Honestly, Howlett, it’s never gonna be enough. Seriously, you’re going to want to invest in a real good lip balm treatment because I am going to kiss your lips off.” Peter proves his point by kissing your fingers as you’re wiping his lips, and you snort.
“Real smooth.” You pull out your lipstick and re-apply. “You’ll get tired of it eventually.”
“No.” Peter’s serious. “I’m not gonna get tired of getting to kiss you. It’s a privilege and I can’t take it for granted, so…”
He presses a kiss to the top of your hairline, not wanting to mess up your makeup again, and together you leave to downstairs in the foyer where everyone is waiting for the limo, and you can witness the wedding event of the year.
/
Peter obviously sits next to you in the limo. The bridal and groom’s party are all grouped together in one giant limo, while MJ is being escorted in a very fancy, ivory white Volkswagen beetle with her parents, which will then be the newlywed’s car to drive off in, and Harry– being Harry– is driving in on a fast motorcycle, leading everyone to the Florence Cathedral.
There’s plenty of space in the limo. Gwen and Miles are taking pictures of each other using an instant camera, while Gayle and Betty gossip about some of the guests posting stories on instagram– supposedly someone is wearing white, and Gayle launches a plan to help her sister out and “accidentally” throw some red wine on the dress.
The other groomsmen mostly keep among themselves. You blink and realize that you’ve never really conversed with them– they’re mostly Harry’s friends and they have their own stuff to talk about.
Betty offers to take a picture of Gwen and Miles– somehow turning out stunning under her adept fingers, with just a smartphone camera– and you know that’s why MJ loves her. The one time Betty shot MJ for the highschool newspaper, it was all over from there– it basically launched her career after it went viral.
Then Betty turns the camera towards you and Peter. “Smile for the camera, Howlett. You too, Parker.”
She’s as deadpan as ever, but you and Peter lean into each other over the seats, smiling with not a hint of irony. You’re happy.
The film prints out, and Betty holds it away from the light, shaking it a little, and as the image appears, she hands it to you two.
“Wow.” Peter traces the edge of the photo. “This is… maybe better than my photography skills, somehow.”
“I know that’s a real compliment if it’s coming from your egotistical ass, Parker.” Betty sniffs, and shuffles away to gossip with Gayle again.
“Howlett, you’re so…” Peter inhales and sighs, as if he really can’t believe he’s around you, and you feel yourself blush. “I’m putting this in my jacket pocket. Just as a sweet memory.”
“Aw, you sap.” You giggle, and Peter laughs.
/
There are loads of people in the Florence Cathedral, all admiring the architecture, the religious art pieces, the tile work. Far more people than you would’ve accounted for– but then you remember that many of these guests are not staying at the Villa. You see more models, more tech billionaires, but also…neighbours, friends, family. Sweet memories connected with all of these people.
To your surprise, your father is already at the church, having left with Norman an hour ago. He’s conversing with a mature, pretty redhead that you recognize instantly.
“Oh my god– Ms. Grey?” You shove Logan out of the way, and he grumbles but smiles to keep up appearances. Jean fixes him a glance that totally tells you she knows about his grumpy history, and she likes it. “You’re here?”
“Of course I am.” She’s wear a teal blue dress, light gold heels, and somehow, despite a few wrinkles and spots– she still looks like your second grade teacher. “You’ve grown up into a lovely young woman, Howlett.”
“She has.” Logan pats your shoulder, looking the part of a proud father. Actually, if you really look into his eyes– you can see that they’re wet.
“Oh… thank you.” You swallow sincerely, hoping you won’t make your father cry. “You look very nice, too, Ms. Grey.”
“Yeah. I agree.” Peter chimes in from behind you, sounding very… wistful. You giggle.
“Oh wow. I never would’ve expected you to be so tall now, Peter!” Jean pinches his cheek. “Thanks.”
Peter is definitely fulfilling some childhood fantasy right now, with how deeply he’s blushing, you think. But you still ask Jean why she’s here.
“Oh, my dear, you don’t know?” She laughs. “I’m MJ’s aunt. Well, more like a family-friend aunt. Not really related. But still.”
“Wow, really?” You want to ask more questions, but the church bells have started ringing.
“Well, I must go take my seat now. Thanks for being such darling students, my dears.” Jean Grey leaves you two– not before giving Logan a rather loaded, heated look. Maybe slightly inappropriate for church.
“You’re probably not going to wash that cheek, are you?” Logan teases Peter, scratching his own jaw. “Don’t blame you.”
“Why don’t you go after her, Dad?” You cross your arms. “Why not just… try?”
“It’s not that simple, kid.”
“Sure it is.” Peter holds Logan’s shoulder– and to your surprise, Logan doesn’t shove him off. “You told me not to give up on Howlett–”
“I told you not to break her fucking heart again, Parker.”
“Okay, same thing applies here. Why end things with Ms. Grey? Because you think you’re not good enough? You’re a washed up veteran?” Peter scoffs.
“Watch it…” Logan warns him.
“Right, right. Sorry. Have you ever thought that maybe Ms. Grey’s waiting for you to make a move? Maybe you’re giving up because you’re sabotaging yourself.” Peter shakes his head. “You don’t deserve to be alone after… after…”
“My namesake.” You flatly comment.
“Yeah, her.” Peter’s eyes soften, and Logan actually seems to be listening. “Give yourself a chance, Logan.”
“Wow. Normally I’d have to beat your ass for talking so disrespectfully to me, Parker.” Logan exhales. “But even I can admit you’re not… wrong. I’ll think about it.”
And Peter flashes that smile at you, that overly confident, I-just-fixed-it smile that you absolutely adore.
/
Peter lends you his arm as you walk down the aisle again, slow, smooth, everything moving as it should. It feels strangely perfect, in a way that you’ve never felt that your life was, and you can’t help but grin at people– they smile back at you, too.
You catch little details in the church pews– floral details, lace and chiffon draping over seats, and a candlelit glow make everything seem particularly magical. The Cathedral’s artfully designed dome and tilework lends itself well to the feeling that something spiritual, something momentous is about to occur.
The gold chain bracelet MJ gifted you a few days ago glints against your wrist– as Peter’s does, too. You wonder if MJ and Harry planned that together. Some sort of pre-engagement ring type of deal.
Peter smiles at you once you part at the altar. Really, he kind of– chokes out a smile, a huge grin that he can’t help but convey towards you. And you know that you love him.
The rest of the wedding party walks in, MJ being the very last. You watch as a silence falls over the people of the church, a hush of emotion and awe, to finally see the bride on her big day. MJ looks sweet, reverent and graceful, and she grasps her parents’ arms tightly, while Harry catches her eyes, and you can see his adam’s apple bob up and down. Maybe Harry’s getting soft.
The priest begins the wedding service for real. MJ looks pleased, nervous, obviously running on nerves, while Harry is bashful, shy, like a little boy again.
Before you know it… it’s over. You and Peter are called over to be witnesses to the wedding document, and you sign it, feeling an air of relief, some sort of satisfying completion to this wild journey.
Harry dips MJ– tall as she is– at the front of the church, in a sweeping kiss that has people clapping and cheering.
/
The Villa is full of thumping music when you arrive back. People are already dancing, swaying, eating, drinking, either in the outdoor garden space, or inside the house itself.
But you only want to be with Peter. You’re not even spending time with the other bridesmaids– but Gwen, Betty and Gayle seem to understand deeply about your affection for Peter, and they let you go with smiles that seem to know something.
Peter and Harry are already taking tequila shots at the bar, wasting no time, and Harry’s mouth stretches into a large smile when he sees you. “Hey, speak of the devil!”
He motions for you to come over.
“You guys were talking about me?” You snort, and Peter turns a little pinker.
“Duh, as if this guy can talk about anything else.” Harry playfully punches Peter. “Howlett, you might have to marry him, or he’s never gonna shut up.”
“Uh… yeah, that’s just my drunk brain talking. I don’t mean any pressure.” Peter tries to excuse himself by drinking another random shot.
“He doesn’t know I want to marry him too.” You whisper to Harry. “Since ninth grade, I think.”
“He’s a dude, Howlett. Coming from another dude– we are blind sometimes.” Harry passes you a shot. “Have you made things official yet? Settled the deal?”
“That’s the business talk coming out.” You joke, and Harry laughs.
“True. But trust me, Peter can be dumb. Until you really… make it official, he’s not gonna believe that you’re into him of all people. He’s really insecure.” Harry sounds distant, sad, as Peter continues talking to the bartender, totally oblivious.
“Oh. I told him that he has to ask me to be his girlfriend before I really agree to it.” You respond, and Harry shakes his head with a wry smile.
“Who’s the one with the business talk now?” He laughs, and you shrug as if you really are that shrewd.
“I think I’ve suffered long enough.”
“That, you have.” Harry cheers to that and hands you a shot, which you drink gratefully.
/
After a bit of erratic, half-drunk dancing– whatever DJ was hired for this is amazing at picking songs that force you to, at the very least, bop your head– Peter pulls you aside.
“What’s up?” You ask him, still a little sweaty and frazzled from the music.
“I want to get some water. Like the icy water from the fridge? Just to sober up a little.” Peter shrugs, and you glance upwards at him.
“You really need me to be there for that?” You raise your eyebrows, and Peter scrambles for a response.
“Well… I… uh, I just want you there. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Peter admits, and you snicker.
“I will. I needed a break from dancing, too.”
Together you stroll through the garden, up to the backyard doors of the house, laughing about how fun everything is, and you really meander– taking a lot of time to stare at Peter, and him at you– and you don’t notice something is off until Peter pulls you to the side, just behind the bar counter of the kitchen.
“Wh–” You cut yourself off, watching a deep-red ponytail bob up and down at rapid speed, with gusto. Tan shoulders and just a hint of bare breasts coming up past the counter, where you can see her.
It’s definitely Ms. Grey. Uh… Jean. You can just make out the edge of her side profile from beyond the counter, as she convulses on the floor, riding someone unseen, and she moans, “Logan, oh my god, Logan–!”
Peter pulls you away by the hand, down the hallway and into a random closet, before you can let yourself fully grasp the idea of potentially seeing your father deep in the throes of passion. You are so glad you didn’t see or hear anymore than that.
“Damn. When I told Logan to go for it… I didn’t think he’d do that.” Peter comments after shutting the door, and you, despite your very childish horror at the whole thing, start giggling. Peter smiles, and you can tell he’s trying to cheer you up.
“I mean… at least he’ll be getting over my namesake.” You raise your eyebrows. “You think Ms. Grey wants to be my mom?”
“Howlett, I’m pretty sure Logan is about to make her one. Without your involvement.” Peter replies drily, and from how clearly you can hear the rasp in his throat, you can tell this closet must not be very big.
You laugh, a little awkwardly now, because you’re still not used to being so close to Peter, not in this context anyways. A dark, shady closet, where it’s just the two of you, feeling body warmth emanate from each other. Peter’s breaths are hitting somewhere around your hairline, and if you came any closer– you’re sure you would be enveloped by his chest.
“Peter, did you bring me here just to get some alone time?” You tease.
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want that water.” Peter leans in a little, and you get the sense that he’s actually holding himself back. “But to be honest, Howlett? You’re a pretty good alternative.”
“Right. Because I’m curing your thirst.” You roll your eyes, and Peter laughs.
“See, this is what I love about you. You always know what I’m about to say.” Peter says, and he watches you, in the near darkness of the closet, tense a little.
Peter searches around for a light switch, and finds it. A tiny, yellow bulb lights up in the centre of the room, and you realize the closet is bigger than you thought.
A chaise lounge, grey in color, is off to the side.
“I just wanted to see you.” Peter answers the question he knows you were about to ask.
“Oh.” You smile up at him, but there’s still uncertainty in your posture.
“Howlett, what’s wrong? Am I being too much?” He looks into your eyes, and you just don’t know how to answer.
“No. I just… I’m bad at this.” You grow shy under Peter’s watchful eye.
“So am I.” He takes your hand. “But you know what? It’s time to be adults about this. I’m gonna reiterate it, I love you.”
Something about his emphasis on the word love has you spluttering and laughing, and Peter repeats it anyways, in different stresses and tones, “I love you. I LOVE YOU. I love you. I love you, Howlett.”
“I know, I know. I love you too.” It spills out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, but Peter grins eagerly and nods. “You’ve already told me that before.”
“You mean when I was drunk a couple days ago, right? Well I meant it then, and I mean it now.” Peter nods firmly.
“Do you remember that you’ve kissed me before, too?” You ask just out of curiosity, and Peter turns a little pink before admitting that he does.
“Who could forget the beach sunscreen kiss? I still think of that as my first one.” Peter laughs quietly. “But yesterday was more… um…”
“Real.” You whisper, and Peter nods again, this time with a little more agitation in his eyes, and you watch him mull over something, obviously thinking about kissing you after speaking about it, and you know you want to after the heated memories of yesterday, and his eyes glance towards your mouth, before he decides on it.
Peter sweeps you up in a kiss that’s far more lustful and tense, grasping around your waist and hips as he pulls you in, and you feel his lips soften against yours, melting as you feel a rhythm occur naturally. You kiss him back and you know that knowing Peter for so long has enabled you– it’s like the two of you were made to be together.
He kisses down your neck, and pulls down the silky front of your dress– as much as it will allow, at least– and kisses soft, open mouthed kisses against your cleavage, which causes you to writhe against him a little. Eventually Peter finds the zipper of your dress and pulls it down halfway, allowing him to really dip his mouth against your bare breasts, and you groan as Peter lightly sucks on your nipple.
“...Jesus Christ, Howlett…” Peter murmurs in between kissing your chest and upwards on your neck and jaw. “I don’t even… know how long I wanted to do this.”
There’s not many words to be shared from you as you feel yourself turn lightheaded, and you kiss Peter again, taking control of his mouth, relishing the feeling of his tongue swiping against yours, leading him back towards the very convenient chaise lounge chair. There, Peter discards his blazer and unbuttons his shirt, and lies back against the chair, his dick clearly straining against his pants.
You kiss him again, sitting right on his bulge, lifting your skirt a little higher so Peter can feel the shift of your bare skin against him, through the fabric pants, and his eyes roll back into his head as you kiss him, grind a little. Maybe it’s too much– Peter grabs your ass and pulls up the skirt even higher, pushing you down on his clothed bulge with too much intensity– and you feel pleasant tingles spread across your skin as his bulge presses into you, almost inside you, against the thin underwear that you’re wearing. You’re very slick– you shudder as Peter pulls down the zipper of your dress fully, and you feel his hands roam across your bare back, and then into the inside of your dress, feeling your waist and breasts.
“I didn’t bring a–” Peter starts, as you let your hands trace up his chest, and he clearly has trouble saying no.
“Oh, it’s fine. I’m on the pill.” You say, matter-of-factly, mostly interested in staying on top of Peter until he begs for more. “Just for hormonal reasons.”
“Oh… okay…” Peter inhales as you press more kisses against his neck. “Howlett… it’s a lot for me to handle.”
“Huh?”
Before Peter can really answer, he whispers an apology before tightly gripping your waist, and he sits upright, pulling you flush against his chest. Then, as he zips off his pants– he somehow takes them off completely, leaving him in just his boxers. There’s a wet spot– and Peter is pulling his boxers off, too.
His dick is hard, almost painfully so based on his expression, and you understand you riled him up a little too much. With one hand– Peter reaches under your skirt, and you help him pull off your underwear with shaky, sweaty hands.
You’re aroused enough that it doesn’t hurt. When Peter slowly enters you, as you lower yourself down on him, you feel electric on the inside, some sort of satisfyingly sick combination of love and lust overtaking you, and you feel full from the pressure, feeling Peter throb inside you, and you’ve never felt so close to him as you do now, and he starts a rapid pace of thrusting into you, holding you tightly against him as he does, his thighs smacking against your ass.
You do feel pleasure, a sharp ache starting to build in your lower regions, as Peter continues to press overly hot kisses against your jaw, but you also feel loved. It doesn’t feel like a hookup, and you know it isn’t. You know as Peter wraps his arms around your waist, he’s not just using you, he really loves you.
He watches as you fall over his shoulder, having reached the peak of your climax, and Peter pulls out, letting himself finish on his own leg.
“You didn’t… have to…” You sleepily tell him.
“I know. I was just taking a precaution.” Peter whispers, and he holds you close as you fall asleep on top of him. “Love you, Howlett.”
He’s really glad this closet has a locked door.
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The morning after the wedding, you wake up to find yourself mysteriously dressed in a oversized tee shirt, and your panties. You’re lying in your own bed, but you don’t know how you got here.
Peter is sleeping next to you. His brown hair is dishevelled, and he’s wearing a random tee shirt too. Actually, you think you recognize that from Harry’s wardrobe.
“Peter. Hey, Peter.” You shake his shoulder. “Peter Parker!”
“Huh? What’s that?” He sleepily rubs his eyes. “Oh, morning, Howlett.”
“How did we get here? After we… I mean, you know.” You blush. “What did you do?”
“Oh.” Peter lets himself get up for real, sitting up on the bed. “I waited it out until no one was near the stairs, and then I took you upstairs to your room. I changed your dress for you. There were randoms in my room, so I hope you don’t mind that I stayed in here with you.”
“Of course I don’t mind.” You wrinkle your brows, frowning. “I just wonder why you did all that even though I’m not your girlfriend.”
Peter pauses. Actually, he genuinely stills, no movement at all.
“Oh, Howlett. You scared me.” He shakes his head, before grabbing your hands. “I just kinda assumed after yesterday, you would believe that’s enough evidence.”
“Humor me.” You slightly smile as Peter agrees with a little shake of his head.
“I’ll be serious. I am serious.” Peter grows solemn. “Howlett. I’ve known you my entire life, practically. I can’t picture it being without you. The year or so that it was, was maybe the worst year of my life.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I just appreciate you all the more now.” Peter traces your knuckles. “I’ve grown– we’ve grown up a lot. I needed that, so I could be here to ask you now. Would you be my girlfriend? My partner, if that sounds more equal and appropriate to you?”
“Yes.” You pull Peter into a hug, surely one of many from now on, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I’m so glad we went on this trip.”
Peter smiles fondly. He’s never been more glad, either.
“I never want to let you down again, Peter.” You admit shyly. “I hope it’s not cheesy to say I want to be around you all the time.”
“It isn’t.” Peter presses a very chaste, soft kiss against your lips, and he feels, finally, that his life is really coming together.
So do you.
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Western Disney AU: At the Stables by friend Levi
Being in the Wild West only meant adventure, or that's what someone would assume. Gunslingers and all sorts, but not in this little town. The folk there were far too friendly, though that never stopped chaos from brewing.
The sun peeked in through the windows and onto Lampwick's drooling face, snoring away without worries. Suddenly, a little girl barged in with an irritated expression. He was supposed to get up earlier to help his sister with the chores while their mother was busy. Unfortunately, he had no plans of getting up any time soon.
"Hey! Lampwick!" she yelled.
He jolted awake and looked around in alarm.
"Huh..? Is there school today?" he'd yawn.
"No, you big oaf! You were meant to be getting the groceries by now!"
He'd scratch his head before snapping his fingers.
"My bad! I totally forgot!"
Rushing to get dressed, he ran around to get some bread for his breakfast and a basket to place all the shopping. Before anyone could complain, he was already out the door. On his way to town, he recognised some familiar faces that were already up and about. The townsfolk tended to their business in the distance, but he easily got sidetracked, changing course to stop by the horses at the stable nearby. He couldn’t resist the urge to bother them.
Waiting for him on his path was a pretty girl from the native tribe that they often did trades with. She glanced around as she kicked a pebble, huffing impatiently as if she was waiting for someone. He was surprised she was wandering about like this, but was pleased to see her.
"Tigerlily! Great day for mischief, right?" he called out with a snicker.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a giggle.
"You on your way to bother the horses again? One of these days they're gonna knock you out!" she exclaimed back.
He approached her, grinning as he usually does.
"What're you doing around here? Did ya miss me or something?"
Her cheeks turned slightly pink at the comment, rolling her eyes despite the fact he was right. But she wasn't going to admit that. He'd tease her for the rest of her life.
“In your dreams!” she’d scoff.
“I’m only here to wait for Peter and then I’m going to pick up a few things for my dad. The usual checkup on our trades and stuff.”
He cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms with a playful chuckle.
“How heartbreaking. Thought you actually wanted to see me.”
“If you keep saying that, I’ll assume that you’re the one who’s seeking me out.”
He’d raise his hands to surrender, running out of retorts to throw her way.
“Fine fine. I’ll stop teasing ya.”
The pair shared a familiar warm smile with each other. They had been friends for a while, when Lampwick’s mother, Carina, would visit the friends she had made as a saloon girl in the past. The two troublemakers would often mess around and crack jokes, often bothering the adults around them with their antics.
“Anyways, where is Peter? Doesn’t he come to look at the stables around this time?” Lampwick inquired.
“He asked me to get him a wooden practice gun, and I was hoping to see him to discuss more details about it. But I’m getting bored sticking around here”, Tigerlily would sigh before the auburn haired boy nudges her.
“Let’s go have some fun! We can put our duties on hold for a little bit. Nobody will know!”
“Hmmm… I don’t know… You said that last time and my dad ended up lecturing me for an entire hour once I got back home.”
“Come on! We can get groceries for me and do your trade stuff while we roam around. I’ve been itching to do something entertaining”, he grinned, which was enough to sway her into playing along with his plan.
“Alright, you’ve got me convinced. What type of shenanigans did you have in mind?”
He’d wrap his arm around Tigerlily, making her heart skip a beat from the sudden closeness. Of course, he was too oblivious to notice how flustered she was, and she was rather good at pretending she wasn’t.
He started dragging her to the stable of one of the most ferocious horses… Tinkerbell. She was infamous for her stubbornness, driving away any potential buyers. Despite that, it was said this Arabian mare could run so fast it was like she could fly, much like a fairy. Though she had often thrown her riders off her back whenever she was irritated, making her rather dangerous. Tigerlily’s eyes widened in disbelief and looked at him with a mix of concern and intrigue.
“Isn’t this that horse that Peter wanted to get for himself?” she asked.
“It is in fact that horse. I’ve no interest in getting one as you already know. But… We can have a bit of a bet while nobody is looking.”
“What sort of bet?”
He’d check the area and his surroundings, to ensure they won’t be caught. He knew he’d get grounded if his mother found out about this. In the corner was a block of hay to feed the horses, and he hastily took two handfuls of it before placing some in Tigerlily’s hand.
“I bet Tinkerbell will accept my hay!” he exclaimed.
She smirked at his cockiness and held her head high.
“I see how it is. Well, I bet she’ll accept mine first!”
“Oh really? Then how about this. Loser has to eat hay like a horse.”
“You’re on!”
The two fist bumped to solidify this deal before turning back to the uninterested mare. Lampwick fearlessly stepped forward with a confident beaming smile and shoved the clump of dried grass towards her snout. Tinkerbell snorted and sniffed him, but she didn’t dare take a bite. It’s as if she knew he was up to no good. She simply turned her back on him, swishing her tail around almost sassily.
“Doesn’t look like your smile charmed her at all”, Tigerlily teased.
That simple statement was enough to fuel his competitive behaviour. He stuck his hand into her stable, trying desperately to get her attention.
“Hello!? C’mon, Tinkerbell! Don’t be like this! I don’t wanna eat this straw!” he begged.
All the ruckus aggravated her, causing her to neigh loudly which alarmed them. She spun around and snapped at Lampwick, causing him to yelp and fall onto his behind. He groaned in pain as his companion howled with laughter.
“Haha very funny”, he scowled.
Feeling gratified, what worry Tigerlily had washed away. She calmly and carefully presented the hay to an upset Tinkerbell, awaiting what she’d do. At first, the mare was sceptical, glaring at the petite native girl. But she sensed her sincerity, and she was rather peckish. She slowly extended her neck and took a nibble of the hay, then she turned her back to them again. Lampwick’s mouth went agape, unable to process the fact he just lost.
“What!? How!?”
Tigerlily cackled and clapped in amusement. She dumped the hay onto his lap and crossed her arms.
“Eat up. You must be hungry.”
He grimaced, reluctantly picking up a strand and let it hover in front of his lips. He closed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, shoving it in his mouth and swallowing as fast as he could. The taste was ghastly, like the driest leaves in the world with a strong aftertaste of soil. It made him gag, and the regret had him wishing he just left for the groceries.
The End
#disney descendants#pinocchio#pinocchio 1940#disney pinocchio#lampwick#descendants#peter pan#disney peter pan#peter pan 1953#tiger lily#tiger lily x lampwick#western disney
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I have one more idea for yasammy.
Yasmina meets Sammy's family for the first time.
Yaz ran faster than she had in a long time. All she could hear was the rhythmic sound of her feet beneath her.
She tore through the ribbon, throwing her hands up in victory.
"And the winner is Yasmina Fadoula!" The announcer called.
Yaz looked into the stands to see Sammy's bright face cheering, loudly. Beside her was a whole group of people who looked a lot like Sammy; her family.
When Yasmina had heard that she would be racing in her girlfriend's hometown, she was more than excited. But, when Sammy offered for Yaz to stay at her ranch and meet her family, she was terrified.
She got changed and met Sammy in the parking lot, quickly grabbing her hand tightly.
Sammy chuckled, "Relax, they're gonna love you!"
Yaz awkwardly approached the van where some of Sammy's family was standing, they came to watch Yaz race. She held her hand up to greet them, but was quickly crushed in a bear hug from the entire family.
Yasmina melted into the hug.
They all piled into the van and went back to the ranch. Yaz had heard about the ranch on her calls with Sammy, but it was so much better in real life. She could envision Sammy feeding the animals, swinging on the swingset behind the barn, playing hide-and-seek with her siblings.
--
They sat around the large table for dinner, Yaz sitting between Sammy and her father. The conversation flowed easily, Yaz was already apart of the family.
"You were so fast, Yaz!" Sammy's little brother, Peter, told the track star. Yaz smiled as he went back to eating his mashed potatoes.
Sammy's father nodded, "Sammy didn't lie when she said you were the fastest on the team."
Yasmina looked at Sammy, "You talk about me?"
Sammy's oldest sister, Delilah, answered for her, "Way too much. She won't shut up about you."
The family laughed as Sammy hid her blush behind her hands.
--
Later that night, Yaz helped Sammy's mother with the dishes. "You don't have to help, Yasmina, you are our guest!" She kept insisting, but Yaz wouldn't let her do the dishes alone. "I am very glad Sammy met you," Mrs. Gutierrez says unexpectedly.
Yaz smiles, "I am too."
"Thank you for saving my baby girl, she's told us all about the things you did on that awful island."
Yasmina's smile wavered slightly, she hated thinking about the island.
--
"You have everything?" Mrs. Gutierrez asked with tears in her eyes.
Yasmina nodded and thanked her again. "I'll visit soon, I promise." The family hugged her tightly one more time before Yaz, Sammy, and Mr. Gutierrez climbed into the van.
Yaz was going to miss the Gutierrez family. Being an only child, she wasn't around that many people at one time often, but it made her long for a big family.
She was excited to see her mom, obviously, but she would miss this time with Sammy and her wonderful family.
Sammy walked her into the large airport. Yaz held her hand tightly, sad to let go. They stopped before security, where Sammy had to leave Yaz to go on her long flight back home.
They hugged tightly. Yaz smiled at her girlfriend, "I'll call you when I land. This week was so much fun, Sammy. Thank you."
Sammy smiled widely, "Of course, Yaz! My family loved you, I've never seen Alex that happy to meet a new person. Maybe someday we'll come visit you!"
"I'd like that." Yasmina checked her phone, her plane was boarding in less than an hour, she had to go. "I have to go, Sammy."
Sammy hugged her again, "Alright, I love you, Yaz. Call me when you land, please."
Yaz let go and smiled, "I love you, too. Please tell your parents I said bye." Sammy nodded and began walking away, back to the doors where her dad was waiting.
Suddenly, she turned back around and smiled, "When we get married, they'll be your parents too." And she kept walking.
Yaz stayed flustered the whole plane ride back.
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seeing an object and thinking of them for Rulie please
Reggie doesn't mind early mornings at school. Getting to sit with Julie while she wakes up or half-dozes on his shoulder, flicking paper footballs at Luke, copying history notes from Alex—it's kind of nice.
There's just—something soothing about it.
He actually needs to get something out of his locker though, so he wastes a lot of time trying to remember the combination instead of making a beeline for his friends.
Why can't he remember three numbers?
A familiar hum is enough to make his mounting frustration dissipate like fog, and he waits, already smiling, fingers poised.
"It's 74-21-39."
He lets out a little cheer as his locker pops open, turning to Julie with a full-blown grin.
"Thanks, Jules. You're a lifesaver."
She ducks her head, but not before he catches a pleased flush burning along her cheekbones, visible even through her curls. She hugs herself, which is extra adorable because she's wearing a slightly oversized purple hoodie and—
And she's talking. Plus, he shouldn't stare.
"You're welcome. I would've come sooner if I'd known, but…"
"But I'm glad you did! I needed you."
She squeaks, then shakes her head.
Oh, but he loves making her flustered. She's extra extra adorable when she can only look at him through her lashes.
So maybe he can look back a little bit more openly. Maybe she'll see, maybe—
Maybe he can't help it, when it's her.
"It's no big deal," she says slowly, "I just…I have something for you. If…if you want it."
She's not just flustered. She's—nervous.
He gently clasps her by the elbows.
"Julie. You know I'll love whatever you give me because it came from you, right?"
She laughs, lifting her head a little more.
"You didn't love that cold I gave you."
"Yeah, well, that's on me for being ungrateful. The cuddles were still great."
Her shoulders shake with it when she laughs again. He's rewarded with a shine in her eyes as she fully meets his stare.
"Alright, well…"
She brings her hands out of the depths of her sleeves, and his fall away from her elbows as they unfurl, revealing—
A tiny glass bottle full of pale green liquid.
He can't look away from it. She exhales.
"I was out shopping with Flynn and I saw…there were some reds, too, and I know I painted them black for you the one time, but I had to get this one because…"
Her fingers curl back around the bottle, and his twine around hers. He looks up.
She's so adorably earnest that his heart is bound to burst—
Surely she can feel it fluttering between their fingertips as she bites her bottom lip.
"Because?" he prompts softly.
"Because it matches…your eyes."
Hers go lidded as he leans in closer, and he can't tell whose pulse is fluttering between their fingers anymore—
"Mr. Peters! Ms. Molina!"
Julie gasps as they startle apart. She fumbles for the nail polish and clutches it tight to her chest as Reggie fakes a smile for the scowling teacher headed their way.
"What's up?" he says easily.
The teacher sniffs—it's someone he had for homeroom once, but he doesn't feel too bad for not remembering their name.
"I'm sure I don't want to know. Just as I'm sure you know PDA is strictly prohibited."
Julie stammers out apologies, damn near on the verge of tears, and they actually start to soften a little bit.
She has that effect on people, he thinks.
"I suppose I can let you off with a warning this time, as it's Ms. Molina's first offense."
Julie slumps as they stalk away. She sighs, glancing at him through her lashes.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to get us in trouble."
He hums. "Oh, I dunno. I kinda did."
She gasps again, then bursts into giggles.
Her cheeks have regained that gorgeous flush, and her eyes are warm enough to—
Well, warm enough to stun you.
The warning bell pulls him back this time, but she just grins instead of jumping away. She presses the bottle into his hands.
"I guess there'll be time for trouble later."
And she presses her lips to his cheek, lightning fast, before darting off, leaving Reggie incredibly stunned once again.
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Prompt idea!
Peter 2, Peter 3, and Harry have a competition to see who can make Peter 1 laugh the most! Peter 2 makes him smile but I see Peter 3 or Harry being the winner because i think they are the funniest. This can include some tickles but doesn't have to! Either way its cute. Hope you like this prompt idea!
(I love this, this is so precious! ❤️ Thank you Anon! Enjoy!)
Whose the Funniest?
Summary: See prompt above :)
"There he is."
Peter 1 snapped his head up. "Hm?"
In the doorway of the living room was a line of grinning faces all directed toward the youngest. Two was in front followed by Three and Harry in the back.
"Um . . . Hi? Did---Did you guys need something?"
Two took the lead forward. "You to keep being your adorable self."
"What?"
Three stepped in next. "It's simple Bug. You keep being cute."
Peter 2 smirked at his younger brother. "Meanwhile, some of us will have to do some heavy lifting."
Peter 1 set his phone aside. "What do you mean heavy lifting?"
"You and Harry are going down Two."
"No way! We've got this in the bag."
One's eyes widened as his legs curled inward. The youngest began scooting back across the couch until he hit the arm of the couch. As he watched his older two brothers bicker, a shadow passed over him.
Peter 1 looked up to see Harry grinning down at him.
"Hiya."
With a squeak, One jumped away. "What has gotten into you three?"
"Oh, just a small challenge."
Peter 3 stepped around his baby brother and ruffled his hair as he plopped next to him on the couch. "A teeny tiny itty-bitty challenge."
The youngest leaned away from the other two before he bumped into a solid surface. "Eep!"
Two's arms wrapped around Peter 1 before pulling him into his lap. "A teeny tiny itty-bitty challenge with the best itty-bitty baby brother around."
A blush spread across One's cheek. "Wh-what d-do you want w-with me?"
"Simple." Peter 2 readjusted his hold. "You be you and we have to get you to laugh without tickling."
"What!"
"We all think we can make you laugh easily with no tickles required." Two squeezed him close. "So of course we had to test it."
"Why me?"
"Because we also think we're each funnier than the others. So you have to be the decider," Peter 3 added.
Harry joined the trio on the couch. "This'll be easy, the kid practically giggles at everything we do."
The youngest Peter blushed. "No I don't!"
"Yesterday you were laughing at Peter 3 pouring a bowl of cereal."
Peter 1 blushed. "I was tired!"
"Sleep deprivation does help," Two commented. "But can you do it when he's well rested?"
"Oho yes I can." Three held out his hands. "Gimme!"
The youngest squeaked.
Two angled him away from the tallest. "No! We agreed I'd go first!"
The oldest Peter crossed his arms with a pout. "Awww, fine."
"Yay!"
As Two pulled the youngest back upright, One blushed bright red with a small smile on his face.
"You got a minute Pete. No more than that," Harry reminded.
"I know."
Three smirked. "Then let the best man win."
"Alright Peanut, let's show off those giggles."
Before One could respond, two hands came up to squish his face.
"Of course, with this wittwe face, who couwldnt hewp but wove youw."
The small grin on the youngest's face slowly grew bigger.
"I could just eat you uwp, but then I'd have tow be tested fowr diabetes."
The blush on One's face grew even darker, but he knew if he opened his mouth to protest, he'd trip over his words.
The hands on his face switched to light pinches along his cheeks. "Whose a pweciouws baby? Is it youw? Are youw the pweciouws baby?"
"N-no!"
"That was a stutter." Two playfully pinched and shook One's nose. "Do those giggles just need help getting out?"
The youngest grinned like an idiot and playfully pushed against Two's hand.
"Aww, is the baby getting flustered?"
One's grin brightened as he shook his head.
"No?" Two put a hand on his hip. "Is my owdest bwothewr magic not wowking?"
Peter 1 shook his head again. His brother was such a loving idiot.
Two wrapped his arms around his brother in a firm squeeze. "Well, good thing I have the best baby brother in the wold tow hewp me practice. I'm gonna hold you forever and tell you how cuwte you are."
Peter 1 really wished he could pull his hands up to bury his face in them.
Suddenly, a timer went off nearby.
"No!" Two whined. "I was so close!"
"You got him grinning Pete, but you were no where near getting him to laugh." Harry stood. "Besides, it's my turn now."
Peter 2 pouted as he released the youngest. "Okay."
The next thing One knew, he was scooped up into Harry's arms.
The tallest of the trio sat back on the couch. "There we go. You're lighter than I thought you'd be."
Peter 1's blush darkened again. "Hey!"
"Times ticking Harry."
Harry readjusted his hold so he was cradling the youngest Peter in his arms. "Seriously, I don't have your brothers' super strength, but I don't need much of my own to hold you."
One's face was beet red.
"Check this out." Harry tipped the youngest back. "Allyoop! And now you're upside down with ease."
"Eeep!"
"Ah!" Harry grinned. "I got a squeal!"
Two crossed his arms. "It has to be laughter to count."
"Really?" Harry gently shook Peter 1. "Maybe I have to shake them loose."
"Ahh!"
"Where are they hiding?"
"N-no where!"
Harry pulled the youngest back up to kiss his forehead. "Hmm, I just don't think I'm looking in the right places."
One was grinning even brighter. He hadn't had time to recover from the smother fest from Two so his cheeks were still aflame and he was getting close to giggling.
Harry pulled the youngest close. "Are they hiding in your ear?"
"No."
Harry booped his nose. "Are they hiding in your nose?"
One shook his head.
Harry pinched his cheek. "Are they hiding in these wittwe cheeks?"
The youngest gently pushed on his hand. "N-no!"
"Oh, I think they are." Harry tapped the youngest's cheek. "I think there's a bunch of giggles hiding under here, but someone's to stubborn to let them out. Maybe I just need too---."
Suddenly, a timer interrupted Harry's statement.
The older man groaned. "Come on! Seriously!"
"That's what I thought too," Two replied with a smirk.
"But I was closer than you!"
"But you still didn't get him to break."
While the other two were bickering, One started to slide out of Harry's lap. He almost slid all the way to the floor before Peter 3 piped up. "Now it's my turn!"
Harry scooped the youngest back up. "Here ya go."
The youngest Peter squeaked as he was passed to his older brother.
"Aww, were youw twying tow hide fwom me?" Three cooed.
Peter 1 smiled. "No!"
"Mmm, kind of wooked wike youw wewe." Three's finger poked along his face.
Peter 1 could feel the giggles building up in the back of his throat. For whatever reason, the middle Peter could have him laughing easily.
"Your time is a ticking Three."
The middle Peter smirked. "Oh I have just the thing."
Before One could respond, a hand was placed over his eyes.
"Uh-oh."
The hand was pulled back. "Peekaboo!"
One hid his mouth behind his hands.
Three repeated the movements. "Peekaboo!"
The youngest could feel his shoulders shaking from suppressed giggles. He did not want to break this early.
Until Peter 3 repeated the actions once again. "Peekaboooo!"
A squeak slipped out.
"Oooh, what was that?"
One shook his head.
Three grinned. Then he crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "Blech!"
Peter 1's eyes widened. The giggles were quickly traveling up his throat.
Peter 3 lifted up the tip of his nose and stuck his tongue back out. "Blech!"
The youngest bit his tongue and tried to keep them at bay.
Then Peter 3 recovered One's eyes. He pulled them back and had a new silly face. "Blech!"
And then the giggles slipped out.
"Oop!" The older brother pulled the youngest's hands back down. "What was that?"
Peter 1 tried to stifle them, but he couldn't keep them at bay with his brother looking at him like that. And he broke down into a ball of giggles.
"Ha!" Three cheered.
Harry's jaw dropped. "No!"
Peter 2 placed a palm on his forehead. "How! How!"
"Doesn't matter." Peter 3 stood and tossed his baby brother into the air. "I win!"
Meanwhile, Peter 1 was a blushy ball of squealy giggles. Yeah, Peter 3 had a way of making him laugh on command. He was just too goofy.
When Three finished spinning in a circle, Peter 2 was standing. "I declare a rematch!"
"You can have a rematch, but I'll still win!" Three held the youngest up by his armpits. "We just have that connection."
Peter 2 smiled at the look of pure joy and innocence on One's face. He looked even more like a little kid when he smiled like that. "Aww, what's got you all smiley?"
One hid behind his hands. "Nohothihing."
To give his brother a break, Peter 3 set One in a nearby chair. He turned back around to the oldest. "If you want to do a rematch, I declare hide and seek."
"What do you mean?"
"We get one chance to find him and one chance to make him laugh without tickles." Three crossed his arms. "That way it's more spread out and fair."
Peter 2 shrugged. "I think that's fair. What do you think Harry?"
When the two Peters turned to where Harry had been sitting, they found he had disappeared.
"Harry?"
Both older Peters turned to ask One if he had seen him, but the youngest was gone as well.
"Did they---?"
"I think they did."
Peter 2 smirked. "Shall we find them?"
Three smirked back. "Let's."
And the older two Peters scurried off to find where the hidden duo had disappeared too.
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05: North
For: @prongsfoot-microfic
Month: August 2023
AO3: Link
Notes: A bit more than the usual 500 words; the actual microfic is 500, but there are some short 'extras' in the form of two endings I couldn't choose between, so I went with a third one and included the extras in case anyone still wanted to read them.
In their third year, fresh from the holidays, Sirius was in the middle of unpacking, eager to put his time away behind him, when James threw himself on Sirius' bed and shoved a small package in his face. Sirius accepted automatically, if suspiciously: James was grinning broadly, his “I know something you don't” grin, and Sirius liked to think that James didn't keep secrets from him.
“Go on,” James urged. “Open it!”
“Alright, don't nag,” Sirius retorted, but tore it open regardless, revealing a box of the kind that typically held jewelry. Something contracted within him, taut with a strange anticipation that Sirius didn't know what to do with, so he forced it aside and tipped a small, gray-black ring into his palm. It looked like ore, polished to a mirror's sheen, but it seemed utterly mundane. Sirius looked back to James with a quirked brow.
“Oh, give it here,” James said, bouncing up to take the ring in one hand and Sirius' hand in the other. Sirius had a moment to wonder why this made him a little breathless, or why he felt strangely warm when James (slightly clumsily, but with great enthusiasm) slid the ring onto the proper finger.
“Now, think about me!” James instructed, as if Sirius needed to be told.
“James,” Sirius said, his tone carrying a slight warning – stop making me feel things with no explanation – but he paused at a faint pulse of warmth from the ring. It felt like sunlight on a cold day, like a shared scarf on a snowy walk, like James, just a few seconds ago, holding Sirius' hand.
It felt like James, and when Sirius turned to James, mouth slightly open but not quite sure which words to say, the warmth increased as if to indicate the shift in direction.
“It works, right?” James crowed, pleased with himself in the way that Sirius always found endearing. “I just about destroyed Dad's workshop, trying to make the charms stick, but this way-- I mean, we can't get you owls,” James explained, his words bumping into each other the way they did when he was flustered. “And when we come back, you're always a little--”
James glanced away. “It's so you don't forget. About me, or... Because we're best friends, right, even if I'm not... where you are.”
It was a bit much to ask of a thirteen-year-old, explaining feelings that were only just beginning to be known, so it was a relief when Sirius flung an arm around James' neck and asked if he was 'going all soppy on him,' and the ensuing scuffle excused both the color in James' cheeks and the irregular beat of Sirius' heart. Really, there was never any danger of Sirius forgetting James, but he still kept the ring through Hogwarts and beyond; it lacked the utility of the two-way mirrors, but there was something to be said for having a little piece of James in his hand, whenever he wanted, wherever he might be.
BONUS?
Years later, when those halcyon Hogwarts days are already lost to the past and Sirius' world has fallen apart, he finds himself shivering through a prematurely cold November, frost riming the surfaces in the semi-abandoned basement he's temporarily taken refuge in, because Merlin knows he can't go back to the Order-- Not with what he knows, not with what he plans to do. Sirius clings to the rage, to the sense of betrayal, and he occupies himself with the many myriad ways he's going to take Peter apart; little Peter, poor, easily-impressed Wormtail, who admired James so greatly and had sent him to his death. Sirius prefers his murderous thoughts to any of the others that crowd around him in that damp, unpleasant space, because he'd rather focus on the prospect of violence than on the life he might have to lead now, the knowledge that one of their best friends betrayed them after all, the guilt of pressing James to change their Secret Keeper, the idea that he'll have to live without--
Sirius' hand goes to that ring, one of many, now, but infinitely more precious because it was the first: Silver-black in the light that drips through boarded-up windows, humble in appearance, Sirius clings to it like a talisman, still unwilling to take it off even though he knows that its purpose has likely come and gone. He knows where James is, after all, or what's left of James, he saw the fallen body and the wide-open eyes devoid of the light and the life that Sirius has loved for so long. Even so.
Even so...
Sirius, back against the wet-slick wall behind him, lifts his hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the ice-cold ring, barely noticing the tremor that passes through him. James, he thinks, James, James, James--
Not the body back in Godric's Hollow, not the man with the shadows under his eyes that Sirius had last seen through the mirror, but James as he lives in Sirius' best memories: The boy that Sirius met on the train, the boy he grew up with, the boy he loved, who grew into the man who Sirius wants, more than anything, to see again. One last time, if never again, he wants to feel that warmth, that sunlight, please--
Alternate Ending 01: Half-Full
Faint but undeniable, that familiar warmth pulses from the ring; the basement remains unchanged, but to Sirius, it's as if the mildew-streaked walls have been suddenly bathed in golden light. The whisper of James' magic, imbued into the ring what feels like a lifetime ago, ripples faintly, like James murmuring in his sleep; for a moment, Sirius can almost feel James' hand in his.
The moment passes, the magic goes dormant, but that's all right. Sirius' eyes close, his breath puffing into mist as he exhales shakily, and he presses the hand wearing the ring against his chest as if trying to draw the remnants of that warmth into his heart. James is gone, but not really. Not in the way that Sirius feared.
Now that he knows this, now that he's sure, Sirius knows what he has to do.
Alternate Ending 02: Half-Empty
... Nothing. There is no stirring of familiar magic, no sought-after warmth; the ring is just a ring, now, as empty as the man who made it, a reminder that nothing lasts forever and the promises of children mean nothing in the face of what men do. Sirius knows this, has known it, but he had hoped, he had stupidly, desperately hoped to be proven wrong.
He tries again, regardless, and again, and again, until he's forgotten why he was thinking of James at all, because it's been so natural for him to do so and now he can never think of James without the reminder that James is gone. It almost makes Sirius want to discard the ring entirely, to rip it from his hand and hurl it into the streets and let it lie there, forgotten, to be buried under the snow. He does not, because even a painful reminder of James is better than nothing, and now painful reminders are all that he has. James is gone, and wherever he might be, if he still exists at all, lies far beyond Sirius' reach.
Now that he knows this, now that he's sure, Sirius knows what he has to do.
#prongsfoot microfic#prongsfoot#bambibelle#starbucks#james potter#sirius black#james potter x sirius black#sirius black x james potter#playing catch up with myself#i honestly set out to write fluff i swear#i'll try to be less canon-compliant next time#no promises tho#it was supposed to be like a “he is my true north” thing#not sure i pulled it off#fics by sol
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My Doctor, My Patient
Peter Ballard x M!Reader cause you guys deserve it.
Tw: abuse, torcher, and 18+
Minors idc if you interact everyone's a simp.
Y/n wasn't like the other patients, y/n was used as a lab rat. They would test him with chemicals and products to insure safety for the children. Y/n was the adopted son of Dr. Brenner. Y/n was only adopted for the purpose of the lab.
Y/n and Peter knew each other for a while, a year after Henry came, y/n came. They know each other for so long. Depsite the fact Peter was genuinely crazy with power, and y/n was simple and weak. They are good friends. Even when Peter became an Orderly and y/n stayed a patient.
Peter always had a soft spot for the boy. He didn't understand it at first, but eventually he learned it was love. He yearned for the feeling to go at first, the feeling suffocated him. Peter was so enchanted by everything you did. Like when you held him, rather it was out of fear or not.
Currently, you had to withstand a electronic device. Planned to be use soon you assume. "Alright, are you ready Y/n?" Dr. Brenner asked, you frowned, and nodded. Immediately you felt pain through you while body. You closed your eyes, and screamed. Ear piercing scream that it was, you couldn't cry. It would only hurt more, so you continued to scream.
It felt like ages, sitting there withstanding different level shocks, each one hurting more and more. Finally you were done, you looked at your lap and cried. Dr. Brenner patted your head. "Good job my boy, very well done," he said, you didn't care you wanted Peter. "Peter take y/n to get fixed, he has more testing to do," Dr. Brenner ordered, as he walked away. You whimpered at the thought of more.
Peter went to you immediately, whispering praises as he unlocked your restraints. He tried helping you up, but you fell to your knees. "Peter, carry him if he can't stand," Dr. Brenner said, Peter didn't mind this order, he happily scooped you up. Carrying you out the room, immediately you held him tighter.
"Good boy, your such a good boy, you did so well, so strong," he whispered in your ears. He slightly rubbed your thigh with his hand, you felt butterflies at the faint touch. So soft, so pleasant, it made you feel warm. When you got to the nurse, no one was there. So per usual, Peter laid you on a bed, and grabbed bandage and other necessities.
He sat infront of you looking at you with a frown. "Oh my sweet bug, my cute spider," he whispered, moving to kiss each electric burn on your neck. "My cute spider," he mumbled, you squirmed. To much, to much praise. Your skin was sensitive, and your mind was mushy. Perhaps a result to the electric burns.
"Henry," you whined, he only shushed you softly, as he continued kissing your burns. "S-sensitive," you tried to warn, he only smiled, all sweet thoughts flooded away with his response.
"Well isn't that great, for me, I'd get to hear you more," he insisted, looking at you causing a whimper to be heard. "Though we will have to abandoned this room, to mine," He continued, carrying out the room, to his not that far away.
The moment he put you down on the bed, he started to undress himself. He then sat infront of you without any cloths, just his boxers. "Pretty boy, such a pretty boy," he declared as he admired your flustered images, he then pulled the hospital gown over you. Going to attack your poor neck.
You wrapped your arms around him, whining at the feeling of your neck being touched so softly, and at the growing feeling. "Peter please," you begged. He chuckled at your impatient ways. He pulled you onto of him, and smiled.
"So very impatient, tell me what you want my sweet bug," he demanded, knowing how sensitive you are, he rocked you hips onto of his lap. You could only whimper and whine, becoming a hot mess so easily. He smirked, loving when you become to dumb fucked to speak, it makes teasing so easy.
"Words my little princess, be a good boy," he told you, you tried your hardest to muster up a sentence. As hard as it was feeling his cock rub against yours and your ass, feeling seconds away from losing it.
"In, please I- want you in," you moaned feeling his hand now palm you though your boxers, you settled your hands on his shoulders feeling two sensations at once. Peter hummed, watching you lose yourself, he smiled softly at your attemps.
"Can you look at me first?" He asked you, so softly, knowing time was limited, though he didn't care, he wanted to have you beg, have you feel like you needed him so badly, as if only he can touch you the way you want.
You compiled, half lidded eyes, slightly parted mouth, eyes begging Peter to fuck him. "Good boy," he said, he pulled his boxers, and yours down. Gently leveling you down ontop of him. Watching you pant, and hold his shoulders tighter. He kissed you as he waited for you to settle. His tounge exploring your mouth, as he rubbed your sides.
You whined letting him know to move, he pushed you into the mattress and began thrusting into you. "Good boy, such a good little mess," Peter praised, moving his hand to pump your cock. You were moaning out like crazy, drooling as his pace quickened.
"Peter!" You yelped as his teeth sucken in your neck, tears forming in your eyes, bubbling was in your gut, as to much leas to you Cummings. Though Peter didn't stop. He planned on using you as a release, letting out all pent up anger from seeing you get hurt so badly to thurst into you so hardly. Hitting your prostate everytime.
You were indeed a mess, a cute little mess. "Good boy, such a good boy, so good for me,"
He whispered in your ear, as he came into you, you wrapped your arms around him, as he held your leg over your shoulder, still pounding into you. Seconds later you came again, and he stopped, he shifted to your side, keeping his cock in you. "Good job, my little pretty boy," Peter praised as he played with your hair.
You fell asleep out of exhaustion, leaving Peter to clean you up later, and explain to the Dr that your to weak to continue still.
#peter ballard x reader#peter ballard#henry creel#001 x you#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#m!reader
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Gweter ABCs 😧
A - Attractive (What do they find attractive about each other?)
Everything. Every. Thing. But if they *had* to choose, Gwen loves Peter’s eyes. She’ll often zone out when he’s talking because she’s just staring into his eyes. Peter loves Gwen’s hands. How soft they are, how delicate. He loves holding her hand and will do it whenever he can.
B - Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
Maybe one day. Peter wants a daughter, Gwen wants a son. They’re a bit worried that the spider dna will pass onto their kid(s.) Plus with all the villains it would just put a huge target on their back. So for now they’re okay just the two of them.
C - Cuddles (How do they cuddle?)
Usually facing each other, foreheads resting together. Or Gwen lays on Peter’s chest. They don’t spoon that much, but its a 50/50 who’s big spoon and who’s little spoon.
D - Dreams (What do they hope for in the future?)
To just have a normal life. They just want to grow old together and not have to worry about the villains.
E - Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)
Both of them are really stubborn (see F - Fights), so they’re both pretty dominant in the relationship. Peter gives in more than Gwen.
F - Fights (What do they fight about? How do they react?)
Like I said, they’re both so stubborn. Both of them refuse to change their view on something and it leads to an argument. It doesn’t really happen that often though, they know each other enough to tell when the other is getting upset and they step away.
G - Gentle (Are they gentle?)
Both of them are. Soft kisses, hand holding, cuddling, its all very gentle.
H - Hands (How do they express themselves through touch?)
If Peter gets nervous (which is often) he takes Gwen’s hand and rubs circles on it with his thumb. Just a little thing that helps calm his nerves. He’s also very physically affectionate, hugging her and kissing her every chance he gets.
I - Insecurity (What are they insecure about?)
Peter’s very insecure about everything in general, he gets embarrassed easily. Mostly his personality though. He thinks he’s a loser or he isn’t cool.
Gwen’s insecure about her work. She’s really scared of not being smart enough or not doing well.
J - Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)
Peter gets jealous really easily, yes. Gwen does too but not as much.
K - Kiss (How do they like to kiss each other?)
They kiss a lot. Nothing too nsfw just kind of slow kissing. Peter kisses Gwen on the head a lot
L - Love (When did they know they were in love?)
Peter- When Gwen asked his name in class
Gwen- When Peter kissed her on the roof
M - Memory (What are their favorite memories of each other?)
Peter’s favourite memory of Gwen is the whole chocolate house thing. He thought it was adorable. Still talks about it.
Gwen’s favourite memory of Peter is the “I love you” bridge and his speech to her after.
N - Nicknames (What do they call each other?)
Peter’s nicknames for Gwen- Gwendy, honey, love, pretty lady, gorgeous, sometimes baby
Gwen’s nicknames for Peter- Bug boy, Pete, Spidey
O - Ode (Do they have a way with words?)
Peter does sometimes. Because there’s the bridge scene where he’s just flowing poetry and the sweetest things you’ve ever heard. But also when he first asked Gwen out it was so bad.
Gwen’s very well-spoken, she only ever gets flustered and stumbles over her words around Peter.
P - PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Or are they rather shy when others are watching?)
In public they hold hands, maybe a quick kiss. They’re openly a couple but aren’t super touchy in public.
Q - Quirks (What random habit or ability do they have that makes the relationship better?)
webs. 😛
R - Romance (Are they a hopeless romantic? Are their romantic gestures creative or cliche?)
all of the above. Peter does more romantic gestures than Gwen, he just constantly wants to remind her how much he loves her.
S - Sad (What do they do when their partner cries?)
Peter lets Gwen cry, he doesn’t try to push her to calm down. He’ll hold her and wipe her tears and kiss her and just tell her that it’s gonna be okay, that he’s here for her, and most of all he loves her.
Gwen holds Peter’s hand and talks him through it. Peter gets really worried and worked up, Gwen helps him through the anxiety. She reminds him that she’s there and everything’s okay. She’ll also run her hand through his hair.
T - Thrill (Do they like to try new things in the relationship or stick to a routine?)
There is no routine in their relationship. So yeah, they’ll try new things.
U - Understanding (Are they empathetic, or do they have trouble figuring each other out?)
They’re mostly understanding, but two things stick out. For Peter, it’s why Gwen works so much. He doesn’t understand it. And for Gwen it’s how Peter worries all the time. She comforts him through it and never gets upset, but she just doesn’t understand why he’s so worried. All. The. Time.
V - Vaunt (Is there anything they’re proud of that drives the other crazy?)
Not really? Gwen still teases Peter about being second at midtown tho
X - XXX (How often do they have sex? Are they kinky or vanilla?)
They have sex maybe once a week? Sometimes more. But with how much Gwen works and Peter patrolling at night it’s hard to find time. And they’re not vanilla.
Y - Yearning (How do they deal with being apart from each other?)
They talk on the phone all the time. And look at pictures of each other.
Z - Zeal (What lengths are they willing to go to for their relationship?)
They will go to the ends of the earth for each other. Literally. There is nothing they won’t do for each other.
#gweter#tasm#gwen stacy#peter parker#tasm 2#andrew garfield#gwen x peter#comics#marvel#peter x gwen#spider man#petergwen#emma stone#marvel comics#mcu#spider gwen
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THE PARIAH: RUSTY CRAVEN
The road outside my house is paved with good intentions. Hired a construction crew 'cause it's hell on the engine.
"I'm Rusty Craven, I'm 35 years old, and I'm the Head Forest Ranger for Huntsville. I have no children of my own, but am raising my niece Genesis Boone after the death of her parents in 2011, as we're each other's only remaining family. I was a soldier in the US military up until my return to Huntsville, and it was in the military where I became friends with Duck Romero, who was my commanding officer. I'm a born Huntsville native, but I was disowned by my family at 17 years old and sent to military school upon coming out as Gay. My husband Lee and I are well liked by the people of the town, and I am ambivalent toward the commune. My most prevalent vice is lingering on my past."
Name: Peter Russell "Rusty" Craven (Nee Boone)
Aliases: Rus, Rusty, Russ, Uncle Rusty, Ranger Craven, Pete/Petey (Not preferred), Junior (He'll kill you.)
Age: 35 (September 27th) [Libra]
Sexuality/Gender: Gay Cis Male [He/Him]
Personality: There's not a soul in Huntsville with a foul word to say about Russ Craven. A loving man with a big heart and an open-door policy for anyone who might need a shoulder to cry on, or even a warm dinner and a spare bed to sleep in, Rusty would give the shirt off his back to lighten the weight on another's shoulders. A responsible, bright man, he's easily flustered when it comes to anything romantic or sexual, coloring stark red in the face and stammering his way out of the conversation as quickly as possible. Despite his pleasant demeanor, there's a distinct sadness still lingering within him, the loss of his husband six years ago still too fresh to cope with some nights, and the knowledge that had they never returned, he may be alive haunting his quiet hours. He puts a happy face on to protect the people that matter to him, and to most of the younger kids around Huntsville, "Uncle Rusty" is less a statement of his relation to them, and more of their clear trust and affection for the man.
Occupation: Head Ranger of the Monongahela Parks and Game Forest Rangers. One of few remaining.
Affiliations: The Townsfolk of Huntsville, The US Military (veteran), Monongahela Parks and Game.
Scent Profile: Dirt and diesel, something faintly spicy, earthy, meaty like a carefully cooked, well rounded dinner. Pine and maple sap as well as a clinging sweetness from a cologne a touch more feminine than one would assume of Rusty's appearance, and cigarette smoke, a vice he falls victim to more often than he cares to admit.
Aesthetic: A crowded but clean kitchen, something that smells like home cooking away on the stove. An old tube TV quietly playing reruns of a sitcom from the 90s while you slowly drift off to sleep on the couch- the knowledge you'll wake up in your own bed, no matter how big you get. Carefully polished old leather boots starting to show their age, military fatigues worked into general day to day wear, a pride in who he once was, and who he's become. Children's detangling hair spray and multicolored hair ties and beads alongside a beard trimmer and aftershave in the bathroom, framed drawings and old photos of people long since dead dotting hallway walls.
So hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason- I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light.
CHAPTER ONE: LIFE IN HUNTSVILLE POST PARADOX.
Serving now as the head of the ranger team tied to the local forest, Rusty, Duck, and their remaining skeleton crew of rangers serve largely as protection and surveillance for those out on hunting trips to provide food and supplies to the town. He spends a number of nights in the primary ranger station, tracking the movements of ghosts and radioing to other watch points- which has led to him being absent from home, for a number of overnights. With Sissy growing into her own as an adult, Rusty's found himself in a fugue state, the knowledge that he's been single for over half a decade made all the more present with his niece's interest in romance of her own becoming more pressing. He's well aware that the way he lingers on his past is unhealthy- there's no changing where he is now, Huntsville, with Lee long gone. He can put the ache to the side most days, focusing on looking after the people of the town and those who rely on him, often offering up space at the old Boone residence for Sissy's friends and anyone needing time away from their own troubles and a home-cooked meal.
He's nervous and careful, meeting new people, burned from his past and still in the grasp of a long-term loss of his faith, he desperately wants to reach out and have more friends his own age than simply Duck, and perhaps find love again, but options are slim in Huntsville, and love opens him up to sorrow once more, something he's witnessed first hand in the aftermath of Duck's wife dying. He tries his best to find comfort in the strange monotony they've managed to put together in their survival, hunting, cooking, rationing, and scraping by, but some part of him still wants to seek something better- to die lonely in his 30s had never been the plan- it just seems to be his fate, at this rate.
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❣️ - What are their love languages? 🎁 - How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general? 🧑🦰 - Have they ever dyed their hair? Ever cut it themself? 🍷- How do they feel about alcohol? 🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking? 💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection? 🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about? - @the-goddamn-babysitter
Misc. Ask Meme | @the-goddamn-babysitter
❣️ I already answered~
🎁 Billy doesn’t hate his birthday, but he doesn’t get super excited about it anymore, either. He mainly just uses it as an excuse to get drunk, indulge his sweet tooth a little more than usual, and avoid home as much as possible.
🧑🦰 I imagine he’s trimmed it before, and he definitely takes good care of it, but he’s never dyed it. His hair is just naturally sun-bleached.
🍷 He drinks beer a lot, not for taste, but to get a buzz. He’s definitely a social drinker, though he isn’t usually one to get blackout drunk. The lack of control scares him. Besides that, he usually has to drive himself home, so he tends to not push his limits too far if he’s out with friends. Note: I don’t condone drinking and driving!
🗣 He’s actually a fairly eloquent public speaker! He’s got a natural charisma and flair for the dramatic that helps a lot, and he’s used to putting on a charming or intimidating persona in front of others depending on the situation. Billy absolutely could have been a theater kid, and now I want that as a plot or an AU lol
💓 I think it’s extremely hard for him to admit when he’s fallen for someone because of the type of person he is and the type of person he’s into. Typically, they’re someone with rock solid morals who isn’t afraid to stick up for themselves and others, and who can keep up with him on an intellectual level as far as banter goes. They also usually have a lot of qualities that he wishes he had, which makes him jealous and abrasive most of the time. As far as showing affection, he does that with physical touch, nicknames, teasing, trying to give advice, and generally just making an effort to be around that person as much as possible. He can be sweet as molasses and just as clingy when he’s in love with someone.
🤡 Okay, he surprisingly gets flustered fairly easily, especially when someone calls him on his bullshit in front of his friends. The boy’s ego is extremely fragile! However, something that embarrasses the hell out of him when it really shouldn’t is his love of drama and literature, especially fantasy. He has a stash of books hidden away under a few floorboards in his room that includes The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, several Shakespeare plays, The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus, Edward II, Dracula, Peter Pan, all of the Narnia books (Prince Caspian, Susan Pevensie, and Peter Pevensie were a few of his first literary crushes!), a few works by Oscar Wilde, and several books of poetry. If anyone found out about that, he’d be absolutely mortified.
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