Now there’s an idea. I haven’t done that yet.
Mick Junior Schumacher
Looking at baby photos of Hallow makes me want to throw myself into the sun. Where does the time go?
Even MORE useless Stranger Things headcanons with @dawg3i and some stolen from TikTok thank you
Steve and Robin cannot spell restaurant. They will spend hours trying to figure it out. Do NOT make them spell receipt
Mike is terrified by butterflies. HE HATES THEM!!!!
Steve puts his shoes on the wrong feet sometimes and he never notices
Modern Stranger Things AU where Holly likes to watch Miraculous Ladybug and Mike hates it because the main villain Hawkmoth literally is themed after a butterfly and uses butterflies to attack people
Nancy pulls up a picture of that one Spongebob episode with the butterfly (yk the image) and chases Mike around with it
He's screaming and crying and throwing up
All Lucas has is a pollen allergy and a girly sneeze against the world
Eddie is terrified of dogs. Even if it's tinniest dog in the world Eddie will still call it bloodthirsty and out to get him
Erica has chased Eddie on multiple occasions with the intent to kill
Robin has no idea how to swim and if she was left alone she would drown in three feet of water. Steve tries to teach her how to swim and it never works.
Steve Harrington caught teaching a graduated band kid how to swim in a crowded ass pool in the middle of July
Robin: Steve you gotta go. It’s too deep. I’m drowning. Save yourself
Steve: Rob it’s 3ft deep
At the end of the day Steve gives up and gets her those arm floaties
But imagine how scary that would be for Robin at Lover's Lake
The feeling of losing all the air in your lungs and your body slowly going into panic mode cause oh no you can't breathe you can't breathe
and then she feels a hand grab her arm and pull her into the Upside Down and it was Nancy
Anyways Robin and Steve pretending to be siblings when someone’s like “So… how long have y’all been together ;)" is fucking gold. They don’t hold back. They get offended. They ruin friendships.
"We just ended a relationship"
"points at a bickering couple theirs"
Steve can't play any instrument If he touches it it will fall apart
Eddie will NEVER live to the day he lets Steve touch his guitar
Steve touches it and it blows up like a pipebomb
Jonathan is a cryptid. Will goes into the kitchen at 3 AM for a glass of water and finds Jonathan hunched over a bag of shredded cheese with nothing but the open fridge light illuminating his face
Sometimes Will joins him
El is just concerned
Then she goes back to befriending the wolf spider in their house
Nancy plays tennis and is very competitive about it
Robin bites string cheese
Steve still counts on his fingers
Will has drank from his paint water cup on accident several times
Max chews her nails
Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy one shot with iceman from top gun?? I was thinking a morning after and reader is kinda unsure of what is going to happen but Tom is super sweet and cuddly. Love your writings!!!💕💕
Summary: Worries flood your mind after your first time with Iceman. You had been told to stay away from Navy pilots after all. Luckily, Ice makes how he feels about your relationship clear.
Warnings: mentions of sex, kissing, doubts about relationship (I guess)
Word Count: 2.1k
Plenty of people had warned you about the Navy pilots before moving so close to Top Gun. You were well aware of how they swept women off their feet one day only to leave them the next. Rinse and repeat. Yet, you moved anyways, into a small, one-bedroom apartment. It was cute, had a balcony that overlooked the beach, and was extremely close to the Hard Deck. That was where it all started.
Your friend introduced you to the beach-side bar one Friday night. You weren’t looking for a Navy stud to take home. You just wanted to have fun.
After a round of billiards, you retired to the bar as your friend “went to the bathroom.” As she walked away, the man in uniform she had talked to while playing pool joined her, and they exited the building instead of turning left into the bathrooms.
A beer hardly took the pain of being ditched away. What a nice introduction to the city: your friend, and ride, leaving you stranded at a bar. At least it was a short walk home.
It was then he caught your eye. Across the bar, a blonde man wearing sunglasses and intensely chewing gum inside was looking in your direction. He lifted the glasses from his eyes when he spotted you and winked once they were finally off his head. You rolled your eyes. Another pilot. How could your friend have fallen for the other man's tricks?
The man’s eyes stayed glued to you as you quickly drank your beer. The sooner the golden liquid was gone, the sooner you could walk home. You glimpsed across the bar again. The blond had disappeared. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you checked around for the mystery man.
“Oh my God,” you breathed, flinching in surprise. He was right next to you, leaning against the clean bar-top. A cheeky grin spread across his face.
“Did I scare you?” he teased, his facial expression unchanging, “Or are you just that surprised at my good looks?”
“No, you surprised me, that’s all,” your cheeks began burning. There was no doubt they were now a deep pink color. You grabbed your bag and began standing, but the blond blocked your way to the door. Every time you stepped in a different direction, he followed. Eventually, you groaned and looked him straight in the eye as he stood in front of the exit door.
“Can I at least get a name?” he asked.
You sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. The man was handsome with his beautiful green eyes and stunning face, you had to admit but his ego was clearly enormous. Maybe if he could keep it under control. But that would never happen. He was one of the infamous Navy pilots, after all.
“A little louder, please?” he said, bending down slightly and tilting his ear towards you.
“Y/N!” you practically shouted. The rest of the bar was too full and rowdy to hear your little scuffle. The man chuckled and resumed chewing on his piece of gum.
“Ha, ha,” you said sarcastically, deciding to humor Iceman’s attempts, “What’s your real name?”
“Why? You’re not into pilots?”
You sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time in the evening, “No, I’m not. Now, tell me your real name or I’m walking out the door.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Iceman taunted. He crossed his arms but, when you didn’t move, he continued, “The name’s Tom Kazansky.”
“Great,” you stated bluntly, “Now, Tom, I would like to go home. Let me through, please.”
He begrudgingly returned his arms to his side, allowing you to walk through the exit. His voice called after you once you walked out of the building. You ignored him the first time, and the second, but the third time you turned around.
“At least let me walk you home,” he appealed to you. His ego was starting to fade.
“I think I’m fine, thanks,” you replied, but you didn’t turn back around yet. You wanted to hear his response.
“C’mon. You can’t walk home alone, especially this late.” he checked his watch and then made eye contact with you again, “it’s almost eleven.”
Your eyes darted around the night. It was incredibly dark and the street lights weren’t helping. There were plenty of spaces someone could be hiding in, plenty of spaces you could be taken to...
“Fine,” you said. It was your turn to cross your arms when he paused in disbelief, “You coming?”
Iceman hurried to your side and, after casually throwing his arm around your shoulders, you began making your way back to your apartment.
To your utter surprise, the walk was nicer than you expected. The conversation flowed smoothly, although it only lasted for about ten minutes. You couldn’t help but ask about his flying escapades and he happily obliged, detailing the most daring missions he’d been on and the training he did. It didn’t occur to you that his stories may have been a tad exaggerated.
Once you were at your front door, your opinion of Iceman had practically done a complete 180. Despite his ego, he had treated you kindly even though he knew he wouldn’t be reaching third base that night.
“Thank you for walking me home,” you said, turning around in your doorway. He was standing across from you with his hands behind his back. He looked innocent outside of your door. Nothing like the man who had tempted you across the bar just twenty minutes ago.
“It was no problem,” he replied, “I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, definitely,” you nodded, a light blush returning to your cheeks, “Good night.”
You returned to the Hard Deck without your friend the next night and the next. Suddenly, it had been a week of going to the unruly bar. The reason was to see Iceman, of course, but you couldn’t admit that. At least, not yet. Each time, you played the same game of eyeing each other across the bar. Then, as soon as one of you was about to leave, the other would catch up to them and “walk them home.” It was truthfully just a stroll to your house after a couple of beers.
Several times during your walks, you found your eyes wandering up to your escort home. Man, was he hot. Thoughts drifted into your head. At first, they were innocent: what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair, to hold his hand, to feel his lips on yours. But, whenever your dreaming would take a more explicit turn, Iceman would notice your staring and you would be interrupted.
“We can’t keep going about this,” Iceman finally said the fourteenth time (fifteenth? You weren’t sure at this point) he escorted you home. There had been plenty of unofficial bar dates where a friend insisted they drove you home instead. Those were your least favorite days, for obvious reasons.
“Going about what?” you asked innocently. This time, your hands were positioned behind your back, “What do you want to change?”
“You know what,” Iceman took a step closer to you. You could feel his breath on your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine.
“I’m not sure I do,” you teased, a surge of confidence rushing through you. You had gotten to know Tom. He wasn’t one of those Navy pilots that people gossiped about. Maybe he was in the beginning, but now.. now you were in the clear, “Why don’t you show me?”
Iceman chuckled and took another step closer. His face was hardly inches from you. He bit his lower lip sensually, his eyes darting between your mouth and eyes. Eagerness was building in your abdomen as you leaned in as well. To your past self’s dismay, you had been waiting for this.
In a moment, Iceman’s lips were crashing against yours in a desperate fever. They were just like you imagined them. Rough, but passionate, like he had been harboring the same thoughts about you that you held for him. Both of you were stumbling back into your apartment. After slamming the door behind you, Iceman wrapped his arm around your hips, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom as your hands began tugging at his shirt.
You disconnected your lips for a second, taking a breath of air, “Are you sure about this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he answered before placing his lips on your once again.
You awoke early the next morning. Faint sunshine was streaming through your window, illuminating the room in a gentle glow. Your covers were a mess. The clothes you had worn the night before were thrown haphazardly on the floor, along with some pillows. Everything seemed perfect. Too perfect.
Thoughts began flowing through your head. They were unlike the pleasant ones that filled your mind before. They were doubtful, worrying. What was going to happen now? You glanced at the man sleeping to your right. He was so peaceful and calm. What would happen when he woke up?
The words “Why wouldn’t I be?” kept returning to your mind. Was he actually unsure? What if he didn’t actually care? Were you just another one-night stand to him? You had only known him for a month or so, too. You didn’t doubt that Iceman would play the long con for a pretty face. The thought that he had done that to you made you sick.
Suddenly, you felt something tugging at your waist. Iceman’s large arms wrapped around you, pulling your body close to his. He laid his head over your shoulder and began placing small kisses along your neck.
“Good morning,” he mumbled in between lazy kisses.
You hardly heard him. You were too lost in thought to process any noise outside of your brain. Was he buttering you up to drop you like a rock not minutes later? He had probably put his clothes on already and was only still here to tell you he would never see you again.
“Good morning,” Iceman said a little louder. He stopped peppering kisses down your neck, “How’d you sleep?”
“You look beautiful.”
Iceman frowned and unattached one of his hands from your waist. He propped himself up on his elbow, his other hand still laid across your stomach. You turned to lay on your back and stared at the popcorn ceiling, refusing to meet Iceman’s gaze. While your worries weren’t confirmed, you were almost certain they would be soon. You had fallen for a Navy pilot. You did what everything had instructed you not to do.
“What’s wrong?” Iceman asked, his fingers drawing circles around your stomach.
“Nothing,” you said quietly.
“You’re lying,” he stated. Iceman took his hand off your stomach and held your cheek gently, guiding your face to look at him. His eyes scanned your face for any sign of what was troubling you.
He sighed, “You know that I love you, right?”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you said, quietly laughing to yourself at the end.
“I definitely don’t,” he scoffed, getting off his elbow and wrapping his arms around you again. He dragged you across the bed so he was spooning you from behind, “In fact, you’re the first person I’ve said that to in a long time. What made you think that?”
“I don’t know. Everybody warned me about Navy men when I moved here and I figured you wouldn’t really care about me.”
“What? I would never treat you like... however people told you Navy pilots treated women. I don’t know what would happen to me if something bad happened to you. I- I care for you a lot, Y/N, no matter how big my ego is,” he said. You could sense the cheeky grin growing on his face.
“Oh, so you’re self-aware now?” you joked.
“Mhm,” Iceman murmured, holding you tighter than he was before. For the first time since you awoke, you realized how comfortable his arms felt around you. It was like they were perfectly built to fit your waist, “I mean it when I say I love you Y/N. I hope you love me back.”
You twisted around in his arms to face him and looked him in the eyes. They were soft, unlike the night before when they were eating you alive. You couldn’t help but smile. He loved you. He really did.
“How long can you stay until?” you asked.
“As long as you need me to.”
“Good,” you said. Before joining your lips in a slow, much-needed kiss, you added, “I love you, too, Tom.”
Like You | Donnie X Reader (Part I)
A/N: Aha, confession imagine with Donnie? This is a part one, because I wanted to make a dramatic scene with you and Donnie during homecoming. Actually, this is the first time I’m applying two parts. Anyway, remember that constructive criticism is appreciated, and enjoy!
Summary: You were avoiding Donnie, so he pleaded April to talk to you, hoping he’d understand what happened. But low and behold, he found his own brother there.
Pairing: Rise!Donnie X Reader
Reader: Gender-neutral pronouns used. Mostly mentions. Few actual appearances.
Genre: Dramatic Fluff & Humor
Warning: Not proofread? I was in a hurry to get the argument part in.
Word Count: ~1430
Part: One / Two
“They’ve been avoiding me April!” Donatello complained, falling back on his chair while covering his face in dread. “I don’t understand. What went wrong— what is it did I do wrong?”
“Are you for real? That’s what you called me in for?” April crossed her arms. “(Name)’s probably just a bit shy around you.”
“Oh the naïveté, it is never that simple.” He shook his head. “I hadn’t detected any signs of discomfort a couple of weeks ago. Then, suddenly, they don’t even respond to my texts until 48 hours 20 minutes later!
In fact,” the soft-shelled turtle slouched over, grumbling, “they decided to see another guy for calculus tutoring.”
April raised her eyebrow. “How did you even know—?” “And he’s not close to having the brains like I do!” As per usual during his rambling, Donnie ignored the question.
She rolled her eyes.
“Don, you gotta calm down.” April placed her hand on his shoulder. “Maybe they’ve got a crush on you too, and they don’t know how to tell you that. They do owe you an explanation though….”
“Hah, sure, give me false hope that they’ll return—.”
“Oh no. Don’t you dare switch up on that cocky attitude of yours from just a second ago.” April hushed him. “Look, Donnie, if it bothers you so much, I—.”
Donnie slammed his hands on his armrests and sat upright.
“—can secretly get (Name) to reveal their thoughts to you, while wearing a camera I can attach to you?”
“Wait what, I never said—!”
“I thought you’d never say so!”
April’s eyes widened. “Hold up, I’m not about to put (Name) on the spot like that! What if they say something that they don’t want you to hear?”
“Ignorance is bliss, April, they won’t have to know.”
“Well, for one, Don, I’m not that close to them. We don’t have any classes together. Also, I don’t wanna creep them out by asking personal stuff out of nowhere!” she said. “Are you trying to embarrass me!?”
He groaned. “All right, I give in! Just at least ask them how’re they��re doing before I start chewing on my tech-bo.”
“At least I got something to entertain myself in school for once,” April muttered to herself, hiding behind one of the beams. “But I don’t see (Name) around, not with so many kids in the hall.” The camera on her glasses blinked. “Seriously, how much money does this school want?”
“April, over there by the lockers—. Who the hell is that?”
April glanced to where Donnie mentioned. You were talking with a guy in a basketball uniform and cap. Oh boy, she could hear the bitterness through her earpiece.
“So, this must be her new, pathetic calculus tutor. Really, a guy in gym shorts?”
“Don, I can hear your muttering. And quit trash-talking about (Name)’s choice in tutors.”
“Whatever,” he scoffed, burning holes into the guy’s head when you started to smile with him. “Let me activate the human identification program based on your school’s database, so I— I mean— we could get a name.”
Donnie paused for a moment. “Although, he does seem oddly familiar—.”
April’s eyes widened. “Hold up, is that Leo?”
Donnie monotonously replied, “Ha, that’s funny, April. Leonardo would never go to a school willingly—.” The student turned around, revealing the red markings on his green face. Not just that, his own program flashed a message in red.
[ ERROR! NOT HUMAN ]
Donnie fell off his chair, choking.
April immediately touched her earpiece. “Don! You good back there?!”
“Of course not! Why the hell is Leo in your school!?”
He grimaced even more at the sight of you laughing (more like chuckling) alongside his oh-so opposite brother. “April, quick, get closer to them without being noticed!” Donnie commanded. “I demand answers!”
“I thought our plan is to talk to them, not eavsdrop!”
“Hey, plans change when it is necessary…. It-is-necessary, and I’m paying you twenty bucks for this!”
April facepalmed in embarrassment. She snuck closer in, turning her head away so you and Leo wouldn’t recognize her. There, while the camera couldn’t catch your faces, its microphone did pick up on your conversation better.
“I’m thankful I can count on you, Leon.” They could hear you sigh. “Calculus is taking up so much time, and my tutor isn’t being helpful..”
“Anything for mi amigue.” The red-earred slider grinned, leaning on the lockers.
Donnie frowned. He didn’t want to question it, but.. were you feeling more comfortable with his brother than him..?
Then, Leo coughing brought Donnie back from his thoughts. “I do got something to ask you, though, (Name).” The soft-shelled turtle narrowed his eyes at how Leo rubbed his neck nervously. Worry was bubbling inside.
“You said homecoming’s coming up soon, right?”
It piqued everyone’s interest. “In a week, I mean, there are posters everywhere for it. Why.. do you ask?”
“…You don’t have a date yet, do you?”
April gasped, covering her mouth.
That was it. Donnie’s heart dropped.
Suddenly, the microphone lost focus on you two. Instead, the host’s heavy breathing was heard. Donnie’s camera was shaking up a lot, making him panic.
“Hey hey hey! They’re not done talking yet, April! I need to know what their answer is!”
“Dale’s coming my way!” she exclaimed, shuffling between other students. “And I’m not about to get asked out to homecoming by him again!”
Not long after, Donnie’s camera disconnected. He sat there in shock… until he clutched his head. “No, no, no! This shouldn’t be happening!”
Questions ran through his brain. It wasn’t adding up: how could Leonardo like you too? You and he had no common interests! Why did it have to be him out of everyone else!?
“AHRGH!” Donnie groaned, slamming his head against his desk. Then, he stood up from his chair, storming out while punching numbers into his phone. “That’s it! I’m going to have a civil discussion with this traitor!”
A tennis racket flew across the room.
“Don, Donnie, I know what you’re going to say, but I promise— OOMPH!” Leo was knocked hard in the face by a thrown tennis ball.
“You!” Donnie snapped, picking up another one. “You traitor! You knew I like (Name), yet you proceeded to ask them to this homecoming dance anyway!” The red-eared slider dodged the second throw.
“Is that why you randomly asked me, last week, to do your calculus problems for you! Taking my notes and answers only to give to them and take credit for my calculations!”
“I knew it was too good to be true: Leonardo, who’s never read any novels or understood mathematics beyond basic algebra, wanted to learn calculus!”
“Hey! I know more than you think, okay!” Blue took offense. “Donnie, listen to me—.”
“It just had to be another cliché, doesn’t it! The ridiculous ‘love interest picks the jock over the nerd’ scenario! Oh, I’ve had enough of your stupid stunts ruining everything, Leo!” Donnie tried to throw a punch, but he fell over onto the ground when his brother jumped to the side.
“Listen to me for once, Donnie— I never asked them to homecoming with me!”
“Oh, but Leonardo, why in the name of logic would you ever ask them whether or not they have a date to homecoming— while looking soo nervous back there— without any intention of asking them out?” Distaste dripping from his words.
“Bro.. I was asking for you!”
Donnie shook his head, tsking. “Excuses, excuses....” When his brother’s words loaded, he froze. “Excuse me, did you just say you asked them out for me? Why would you ever—!?”
“Hey, you had an opportunity waiting, and I took it for you.” Leon nudged him. “Don’t act like I didn’t just do you a favor.”
“I could’ve done that myself! There were posters everywhere; I would’ve known, therefore, I would’ve asked them!”
“Hah, mi hermano, you’re saying you’d actually have the confidence to tell them?”
Donnie scrunched his face and stared down at the floor. His smug brother wasn’t wrong on that; he used to be more sure, but with your distance, he had a hard time confronting you with his feelings. He didn’t want to make things any more awkward.
“Hey.” Leon grabbed Donnie’s shoulders. “Just be yourself, Don. Knowing them, they’ll love you no matter how weird and science-y you get.”
Purple deadpanned. “Wow, you sure know how to reassure someone.” He touched Leon’s hand, gazing up to meet his eyes. A small smile formed on his face. “…Thanks.”
"Espera un minuto, repeat that again? I, uh, I didn’t catch that.”
Donnie shoved him away.
Grab myself a pilot
Gender Neutral Reader
Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Reader
You hit the bar just out of curiosity, not expecting to actually talk to any of the pilots. However, one of them has his sights set on you, and he's not going to let go easily.
You went mainly for the sake of going. The bar was known for being a prime location of Naval aviators. You and your friends always teased that you would each go and get yourself a pilot for a night, but never actually went ahead with it. Tonight you wanted to go and just look. You just wanted to see the place for yourself.
So, here you are, sitting alone at the bar, drink in hand and eyes on the crowds. Every other person in here was in uniform, so there were most definitely pilots in the room. Nothing to stop you from getting one for yourself for the evening, but you chose not to.
Wouldn't matter anyway, as after taking a small sip of your drink, someone comes up beside you. You glance up, wondering if you needed to move, but the man seemed content with leaning against the bar.
"Hey, I'm here to rescue you."
You instantly stop in place, brows pulled together as you try to decipher what that was suppose to mean.
The man in front of you was one of the pilots. Tall, aviator glassed hanging from his shirt.
"Call me Goose, and yes. Ice has his sights set on you and we thought we would swoop in before he could."
"Ice? We?" You ask, words leaving your lips in a slow drawl.
Goose gestures with his head to the other side of the bar. You follow his directions with your eyes and see a tall blond pilot being chewed out by a slightly shorter dark haired pilot. The taller of the two doesn’t seem all that bothered, in fact, he’s smiling at the other man.
“I’m confused,” you say, turning back to Goose.
“Iceman is Maverick’s rival in the sky. We were just having a drink when Mav noticed Ice staring at you. Instantly we decided to come to your rescue.”
You let out a laugh.
“Thank you, I think.”
Goose grins at you. Maverick comes over and takes up the other side of you. You face him and smile.
“Thank you for the rescue I didn’t know I needed.”
Maverick smiles at you. “Any time,” he says.
The boys buy you a drink and you spend the rest of the evening in their company. All the while, Ice watches from across the room, annoyed that they had your attention all evening.
The boys walk out with you at the end of the night, and even walk you to the end of your road. You thank them and wave as you head home.
The next night you decide to try your luck again at the bar. This time with the intention of seeking out this Iceman. As nice as Goose and Maverick were, you couldn’t help your curiosity growing on the other pilot. All this attention from them was an unexpected event, but you would welcome it.
You sit at the bar with an empty glass when the man you hoping to see walks in. You turn and pretend you didn’t notice him, wondering if he would see you. Maybe tonight he would come over.
You hadn’t seen Goose or Maverick yet tonight, so there was a chance of talking to him without a ‘rescue.’
It was a success, as moments later the tall pilot was next to you at the bar. You smile to yourself as you raise your eyes up to him. He’s grinning at you.
“You must be Iceman.”
“The one and only.”
“How long have we got before they show up?” You ask, pushing your empty glass away from you.
Tom waves down the bartender.
“I don’t know, but I’ll take what I can get.”
You watch him as he orders you each a drink. He removes his sunglasses from his face and hangs them from his shirt, much like Goose did last night. He leans against the bar top with one arm, facing his body in your direction. He’s so close your arm is almost touching his chest.
“Lieutenant Tom Kazansky, but you can keep calling me Ice.”
You smile up at him.
“Nice to meet you Lieutenant Kazansky.”
Your drinks come and you each take them.
“Shall we?” He asks, nodding over to a booth away from the crowds. You nod, knowing you’re less likely to be spotted if your heroes from last night come in.
You sit down together. Tom sitting pretty close, his arm brushes against yours. Not that you mind. In fact, you wouldn't mind if he wanted to wrap his arm around your shoulders.
Tall, handsome, and he flies expensive planes for a living. He's definitely the full package.
“Did you come back tonight for the same reason, or were you hoping those two would be here again tonight?” He asks, looking you in the eye.
“For you. I came here yesterday with the intention of seeing if word was true, that if you wanted to grab yourself a pilot, this would be the place to find them. I didn’t actually intend of going that far, but I was curious. Then Goose comes up and tells me he’s there to rescue me while his friend keeps you busy, all busy you were looking at me. So, I suppose everything was a bit more backward than I thought. If I caught the eye of a pilot, why not come back and see for myself?” You smile up at him.
A grin is displayed across his face, shiny white teeth on show. You don’t doubt he looks after every aspect of his body.
“Is that so?”
You nod with a smile, lifting your drink up to your lips.
Ice leans in a little closer, his arm now pressing against yours.
“I like what I’m hearing.”
“And what you’re seeing?” You tempt.
There’s something in the way he’s looking at you.
You place your drink back on the table, turn your body to face him and tilt your head up a little higher. Your lips are inches from his own.
“You don’t come off as just any pilot, so what do I need to do to keep you in my grasp?” You ask, eyes flickering between both his eyes and his lips.
There’s a pause while he takes you in, eyes flittering over your face. He’s committing this moment to memory.
“I don’t think there’s anything you need to do.”
“Oh my. I have have a pilot wrapped around my finger,” you chuckle.
He leans in that little bit closer. His eyes never leaving yours. His lips barely brush your own as he smiles.
Then, before you know it, he’s kissing you. You melt into it almost instantly. One arm wraps around you, while the other lifts so he can place his hand along the side of your face.
Drinks forgotten, you lose yourself within him.
At that same moment, Goose and Maverick walk into the bar. Two pairs of eyes scanning the crowds. They’re not looking for anything in particular, just surveying the scene, but Goose finds you in the back with Ice pretty much instantly. He gives Mav a nudge and nods over to the corner of the bar.
“Screw it, what were we going to do anyway? He would only get on our case if we kept bothering him about it,” Mav grins.
“If it turns serious and then he breaks their heart, then we kick his ass.”
Goose smirks at Maverick.
The pair head over to the bar and enjoy their evening. As Ice and you leave hand in hand, they catch his eye. The duo raise their beer bottles at him as he goes. Ice just grins, leaving with you under his arm.
He’ll kick their asses in the sky tomorrow.
invalidating their s/o’s hard work
w/ oikawa and suna!
series masterlist here!
(a/n: the highly requested part 3 is here !!! i hope this part does the others justice hehe😚this one only has 2 characters bc i lost motivation halfway through tho😢anyways—
all scenarios are written in the timeskip !! as always, thank you for your support everyone!💞💞💞)
you knew your boyfriend was a hard worker, and you loved to encourage him
lately he had been working more hours than ever before and you wanted to show him that you appreciated him
so on your day off, you decided to surprise him
you made a ton of food that he liked and prepared the space for a night together
you set up blankets and snacks and movies; everything that you could think of
after spending most of the day gathering and setting things up, you sighed, awaiting his arrival
you hear the door open and perk up; he’s finally home! you look around to make sure everything is in place for the night and wait for him to enter the room.
“welcome home, tooru!” you grin, and he looks around. his brows furrow, and your smile dims slightly at his reaction.
“what is all this?” he asks, and you swallow.
“i thought you could use a night to relax. with me,” you offer, gesturing to the food and shrugging. he sighs, and you pause. “you don’t like it?”
he scrubs a hand over his face. “i don’t really have time for this. i have to get up early tomorrow, and i can’t have any distractions, okay?” he explains. distraction? your heart sinks. of course he doesn’t have time tonight. you should’ve expected it.
“oh,” you mutter, looking away. “well, you can just go to bed without me.”
he nods and heads off without another word. you want to follow him to bed, taking any time with him you can get, but you still have to clean everything up, so you stay.
it’s a couple hours later when tooru wakes up, throat dry and scratchy. he gets up to grab a glass of water but pauses at seeing the light seeping from under the door. you’re still up?
he opens the door cautiously, careful not to make any sound as to alert you of his presence, and peeks out the door.
you’re wiping down the counter, chin resting in your free hand, and you stare down at the marble sadly. you look tired and lonely, and tooru’s chest begins to ache upon seeing you like this.
you put the rag down and rest your head in your hands, taking a breath. your stomach growls and you grimace, having forgotten dinner, but you resume cleaning anyway.
he opens the door and steps forward, making his presence known, and you straighten up, startled.
before he can say anything, you grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water before handing it to him. he takes it from you, looking at you guiltily.
he feels terrible, now that he can step back and acknowledge everything that you did for him today. or, everything that you tried to do for him today. he hasn’t been spending a lot of time with you lately, and he knows you were just trying to make it better.
“hey, um—” he starts, but you cut him off.
“you should go back to bed! you have an early day tomorrow, right?” you ask, turned away. he winces upon remembering how he shut you down earlier.
“yeah, but...” he trails off, looking around. he can see all of the food you made sitting in tupperware containers, untouched. “you made all this food, and—”
“it’s okay, tooru. just go back to bed,” you mumble, scrubbing the sides of the pot you’re holding and sighing.
more than anything, you’re embarrassed. embarrassed at having put in a day’s work just to be shut down by someone who didn’t care for it in the first place. now, all you want is for him to just leave.
“hey,” he coaxes gently. “you haven’t had dinner, right? why don’t we sit down and eat?”
“tooru, i don’t need you to humiliate me even more than you already have, okay?” you blurt, face hot.
he stares at you, mouth opening and closing as he searches for something to say. it never comes, so he just nods, and retreats toward the door.
but when he takes another look over his shoulder, he sees you leaned over the counter, face in your hands, and he crumbles.
he pads over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in firmly. you make a noise of protest, but he shakes his head.
“i’m sorry. i should’ve appreciated everything you did for me today,” he murmurs softly, face buried in the crook of your neck, and you shrug.
“‘s fine. i know you have things to do,” you respond, and he turns you around to look at him.
“hey,” he tilts your chin up. “that’s not an excuse. i should’ve set aside time for you, too.”
you smile a little at that, and he pats your head affectionately.
“let’s take the day off tomorrow. we can do everything you planned for, ‘kay?” he suggests, hopeful, and your eyes light up.
you wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. he coughs, laughing and burying his nose in your hair.
“thank you, tooru.”
when it came to your housing situation, suna didn’t care about the aesthetics of it nearly as much as you did
even so, he liked to listen to you talk about the things you wanted to do with the place
so you decided you’d surprise him while he was at practice by redecorating everything and making the house look nice !!
you went out and found a couple pieces to put up on the wall as well as some little lights and things
you spent the entire day setting everything up and stood back, looking at it proudly
all you had to do was wait for him :)
you move the new lamp to the right just a bit, and look at it. perfect.
you stand back, inspecting each element of the living room to make sure it looks just right. you grin, excitement making your heart pound.
finally, you hear the lock clicking open, and run to the front door. rintarou stares at you blankly, and you beam at him, coming around behind him to cover his eyes.
“y/n, i don’t want—”
“i have something to show you!” you singsong proudly, leading him to the living room. he grunts, and you uncover his eyes.
“tada!! what do you think?” you wait eagerly, reading his face as his eyes scan over the room. he scoffs, and you frown. “what?”
“it looks like you chewed up a salad and spit it out all over our room,” he mumbles, gesturing to the house plants you bought just to decorate. you gulp before laughing nervously.
“i don’t know, i kind of like it!” you offer, and he cringes.
“well, it’s your idea. doesn’t matter what i think about it,” he shrugs, and his obvious disapproval stings.
“of course it does! i wanna know what you think,” you murmur, and he shrugs yet again, tiredly shuffling into the bedroom wordlessly.
disappointed, you finally let your shoulders fall sadly. you hadn’t expected him to be over the moon about it, but you still wanted him to like it.
you feel stupid; it’s his room too, and his approval is just as important as yours.
you go to pick up one of your hanging plants, taking it off its hook and holding it up. it’s got the greenest leaves you’ve ever seen, and you think it might be your favorite one.
you bring it up to your face and sigh. “you’re a beautiful plant. i hope your life is good to you,” you whisper, kissing its leaves. you once saw on tv that talking to your plants makes them grow nice and strong, and while rintarou always made fun of you for it, you started doing it anyways.
one by one, you take the plants down, whispering affirmations to them along the way.
suna’s stomach grumbles loudly, and he groans. he didn’t get the chance to stop for dinner on the way home, and now he’s paying for it.
he’s about to open the door to the living room when he hears something. it sounds like mumbling, though he can’t make out what you’re saying.
slowly, he pushes the door open just a crack and puts his ear against it.
“you’re the last one, little guy,” you say quietly, and he opens the door just a tad bit more, peeking through it. his eyes widen; all of your plants are sitting on the counter, removed from their initial places. you’ve taken down the lights, too, and put the lamps in a box. you laugh, but suna can tell it’s not real.
“rintarou never really liked plants, i guess. should’ve thought about it before i messed his living room up,” you shrug sadly, and his heart sinks.
he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings; the plants were really a nice touch! he was just passive about these things, and he didn’t think you’d take his commentary to heart.
“i hope you get lots of water and plenty of sun when i take you back. please grow strong,” you whisper, and suna pauses. take you... back? you’re gonna return them?
he opens the door, and you turn around sharply, alert.
“talking to the plants again?” he teases, hoping to lighten up the mood, but you just stare back down at the pot your holding. his chest hurts at the sight, and he pads over to you, taking the plant from your hands.
“let’s just put these back up, okay?” he suggests, but you shake your head.
“‘m just gonna return them,” you answer quietly. “i don’t wanna keep them up if you don’t like them.”
“but—” he protests, but you cut him off quickly.
“it’s fine, rin. it’s not a big deal.”
you turn away, organizing the rest of the plants, and rintarou sighs helplessly.
but then, an idea pops into his head, and he blinks once before sighing again, defeated. fuck it, he thinks.
“i’m sorry for calling you chewed up salad,” he mumbles, embarrassed. you freeze, turning around slowly.
“i think you’re a, er, very beautiful plant. you have nice... leaves?” he cringes, holding the plant to his face, and you chortle, laughing loudly. suna softens at the sound, relieved at finally hearing a real laugh from you. he walks toward you, holding the plant next to his ear. “i think it wants to stay,” he whispers, and you sigh.
“i don’t want to decorate our house with things you don’t like, rintarou.”
“baby,” he says gently. “i didn’t mean it like that, okay? i think our house will look perfect however you decide to decorate it,” he shrugs, and you exhale, letting him hold you.
“i think so too!” suna imitates whinily, shaking the little plant at you, and you giggle happily.
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osamu + “we’re fake dating! why did you tell them we were engaged?!”
for @amarinthe thanks for requesting this! it's probably one of my favourite prompts
the moment you open your front door, you kind of regret it.
because while your totally hot neighbour is standing in your doorway in his dark jeans and fitted black t-shirt glory, you’re rocking shorts and an unreasonably large sweatshirt.
“osamu,” you blink, tugging the hem of your shirt down a little. “hey.”
“hey,” he replies with a smile that makes your knees weak, holding up a takeout bag. “i brought some onigiri home. wanna share?”
thinking about the instant ramen currently boiling on your stovetop, you couldn’t possibly refuse his offer (especially if it’s from miya osamu, whose very successful restaurant is quite literally across the street).
so you open your door wider, letting him step inside and slip his shoes off while you move into the kitchen, placing two plates on the counter.
“so, how was your day?” he asks, unpacking the setting two onigiri on each plate. “anything interesting happen?”
you slide into the stool next to him, swinging your legs lightly as you munch on happily on the food. “not particularly, you?”
“actually, yeah,” he starts, taking his cap off and running a hand through his hair (you think it’s unfair, how good it still looks, even after spending all day smushed under a baseball cap). “my ma called today.”
“your ma?” you hum through a mouthful of salmon and rice. “what’d she say?”
he picks disinterestedly at the seaweed on his onigiri. “she, uh, asked that i visit home for dinner tomorrow night.”
“that’s sounds fun,” you start, pausing when he visibly grimaces. “unless it’s...not?”
“my brother’s bringin’ his girl again,” he shrugs. “and i know that means ma’s gonna be on my ass about why i’m not datin’.”
“yeah, i’ve had that conversation with my parents before,” you shudder, patting his shoulder in understanding. “the future, grandchildren, the passive-aggressive judgement from siblings. you should just call and say you’re sick.”
“can’t,” he sighs heavily. “i already cancelled twice. she may disown me if i skip a third time, or worse, show up at my place.”
it’d probably be funny, you think, seeing mama and brother miya across the hall, bugging osamu. “then maybe you should bring someone,” you suggest off-handedly. “just to keep them off your back a little. when was the last time you went on a date?”
when he doesn’t answer, your happy chewing slows, and you glance over at him. “jeez, that long ago? i thought you had more game than that, miya.”
a slow grin spread across his face when he meets your gaze. “last time i went out with someone was...four months ago, actually.”
“four months ago? that was around when we—” your eyes widen slightly, heat spreading to your cheeks. “oh. that...was not a date. that was a slightly intoxicated but very satisfying sexual exchange between friends.”
osamu chuckles, ducking his head a little and making those eyes at you (the ones that’d lured you into fucking him on your living room floor at two in the morning). “maybe don’t bring that up when ya meet my mom.”
“excuse me?” you laugh. “you cannot bring me home to meet your family.”
“why not?” he questions, looking genuinely confused. “you’re the one who suggested it. it’s just for one night anyway.”
“i just can’t!” you insist, looking at him incredulously. “i’d be nervous even if we were dating. what if they ask questions about--”
“i’ll give you free onigiri for a month.”
“so, how did the two of you meet?” osamu’s mother asks as she pours you a generous glass of wine.
you freeze, blinking a few times. when you open your mouth, nothing comes out.
(it’s funny how, on the hour-long drive to hyogo, the two of you hadn’t discussed any basic information about your relationship. instead, you’d spent your time debating the best taylor swift album and making fun of the other tenants in your building.)
you almost flinch when someone places a hand on the small of your back, but relax when osamu’s faint cologne meets your senses. “actually it was the day after she moved in next door,” he says. “i brought some onigiri over because she’d asked me that morning where the closest grocery store was so i figured…”
you smile fondly, recalling the day you’d run into him at the mailboxes, and he’d shown up a few hours later with food. he’d claimed they were just leftovers even though it was mid-afternoon.
“i can’t believe you remember that,” you murmur.
he hums quietly, gaze flicking over your face briefly. “i guess it’s just when i knew.”
you’re sure that your heart stutters in your chest. surely he’d stolen that from some cheesy romance flick?
“how long have you two been together?” his mother follows up with, glancing between the two of you expectantly, a slow smile spreading across her face.
“eight months,” you say.
“almost a year,” osamu answers at the same time.
across from you, atsumu hides a smile behind his glass of water.
“i mean, who’s counting?” you laugh, quick to recover, reaching over to your ‘boyfriend’ blindly, meaning to pat his shoulder but instead catching him on the cheek. “time flies when you’re in love.”
you turn to stare at osamu when you feel him clasp your hand, pressing a kiss to your fingers, lips curling against them.
your stomach flutters a little at the gesture.
“‘tsumu,” he continues, redirecting the conversation. he rests your clasped hands on the table, thumb brushing the back of yours gently. “i thought you were bringing your girlfriend.”
“oh, she’s at her place doin’ some packing,” he answers easily. “she’s movin’ in next week.”
“that’s great news!” their mother beams, osamu’s hand tightening around yours as he blurts,
“yeah, well, we’re engaged!”
this time, you choke on your bite of chicken, almost hacking up a lung as you whip your head towards your neighbour/friend/fake boyfriend turned fake fiancé.
he shoots you a pleading gaze as he rubs firm circles on your back, and when you finally dislodge that traitorous piece of meat, you draw a slow breath and sigh. “babe, i thought we were going to wait until you made it official.” you lift your left hand, pointing at your empty ring finger before turning back to his mother and brother. “do you mind if we step away for a second?”
they both wave you off, and you snatch osamu’s wrist, dragging him out the back door, making sure it’s shut tight before you whisper-shout,
“we are fake dating! why would you tell them that we were engaged?”
he rubs his hands down his face, groaning. “i’m sorry, i panicked! it’s just that when atsumu mentioned moving in i got weirdly competitive because we’re twins—”
“so naturally you told your mother we were getting married? what’s next, atsumu mentions a joint bank account and you tell them that i’m pregnant?”
osamu lowers his hands to peek at you. “can i actually do that?”
“no! this is so not worth the free onigiri!” you growl, smacking him on the shoulder a few times, osamu yelling in protest.
(inside, atsumu and their mother peek out the kitchen window to watch the both of you, the latter murmuring, ‘definitely engaged.’)
“you cannot tell that story in your toast,” you laugh, three years later with a very real engagement ring on your finger.
“why not?” osamu whines, completely invading your side of the bed to wrap his arms around you. “it’s how we got together, isn’t it?”
“by lying to your family.”
“soon to be your family,” he reminds you happily. “and i didn’t have to lie and tell them you were pregnant.”
Suburbia V (Peter Parker x Reader)
Warnings: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, voyeurism, stalking, somnophilia, breeding kink, eventual violence, eventual blackmail, age gap, brief side of Bucky x reader, babysitter!Peter, mommy!reader
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summary: Within the utopia of a northeastern suburban town, unconventional mothers aren’t treated with the most welcoming of gestures. However, contrary to what you’d believed, you actually can’t do it all, and as if you weren’t treated like a pariah enough, you heed Nat’s suggestion to take on a male nanny.
“Y/N said you were such a natural at this, but I guess seeing really is believing,” Nat praised, sipping on her red wine.
Peter only laughed in response as he rocked one of the twins to sleep, a pink flush spreading over his face.
“Nat, you’re embarrassing me,” you mumbled.
The redhead placed a hand on her chest.
“You give the boy high praises, and there’s nothing wrong with that! He is a natural. I’m almost tempted to challenge whatever she’s paying you,” she teased, and Peter finally spoke.
“All the money in the world couldn’t sway me, I’m sorry to say,” he said with a shake of his head. “I’m way too happy here.”
Nat raised a brow at that, glancing at you with a look you couldn’t name.
“I’m going to go lay her down…”
You waved him off, and you weren’t surprised when Nat turned in her seat to fully face you. She shook her head at you with a small chuckle, red waves bouncing.
“That boy is so sweet on you it’s enough to give you a toothache,” she whispered, leaning in.
You frowned at her before snorting, sipping your water.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” you told her.
“He looks at you like you’re a god, and I guess to a family oriented 23-year-old guy, you are.”
“He just…admires me, I think,” you argued with a shrug. “I’m just impressive to him, you know?”
“Yeah, because you’re wife material,” she grumbled.
You playfully smacked her.
“There is an entire decade between us. Peter wants a girl his own age-.”
“You’re a milf,” she deadpanned, making you choke on your water. “There are countless songs and books and an entire porn category dedicated to you. If you don’t think that kid is into that, then you’re willfully blind at this point.”
“Can you not refer to him as ‘kid’ when you’re joking about him wanting to have sex with me? Thanks.”
Nat laughed, and you rolled your eyes.
“All jokes aside, I do think he has a little crush on you, and its cute. If you were feeling insecure before, I’m sure that’s enough to perk you right up.”
You scrunched your nose, and now it was her turn to roll her eyes.
“He hangs onto your every word, and I know you don’t see it—or don’t want to, but it’s cute. Harmless,” she said with a shrug.
Peter returned before you could respond to her, the brunette telling you that one twin was down, and the other was nearly there so he’d turned on the music box.
“Thank you, Peter.”
“Thank you, Peter,” the redhead sang, and you grimaced as he flushed some more before leaving the dining room.
“Don’t be surprised if I never invite you over again.”
She waved you off.
“You think I’m embarrassing him, but I promise you that he’s eating this up on the inside. Enough about Peter, anyway,” she said, shifting. “Bucky asked about you.”
You sighed, glancing away.
“You can’t get to know him better if you never talk to him,” she told you, swirling her glass around, and you silently agreed.
“I know,” you breathed. “…I just don’t want to give him the wrong impression. A simple conversation, a hug…a laugh, it might mean more to him than to me.”
“True, but he’s obsessed with you. Not even for just dating, but in general. You should see how he looks when he talks about you. You can tell that he’s just so fond of you…”
Her words had you faltering, and you chewed on your lip.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that, and I promise I won’t pressure you anymore about it but think about it. I think he could be really good for you…and your place here,” she added quietly.
Your eyes met hers, and she looked sheepish.
“I know that those bitches are making things kind of miserable for you, and I know that I—and now I guess Peter, can only provide so much happiness in a town where people hate you. I don’t expect you to put up with it forever nor would I ask you to,” she continued, and your shoulders fell.
You didn’t know what to say as she voiced what you hadn’t yet.
“I would never leave without giving you a head’s up.”
“I know,” she said, reaching for your hand. “…but I don’t want you to leave, at all.”
You softly chuckled, looking down.
“You’re hoping that Bucky will keep me here when it’s all said and done?”
“Guilty,” she said with a shrug. “Think of what a beautiful couple you guys would make.”
“He is really sweet,” you eventually admitted. “…and maybe that’s part of the problem.”
Nat was frowning at you now.
“What if I do like him?” you wondered, sheepishly looking at her from beneath your lashes.
She seemed to understand what you meant, and her face softened.
“I’ve never had a desire for a partner for my kids, and I love that it’s just us, but what if I really like him? What if I want him to be a part of their lives? Everything would change, and…what if it doesn’t work out? I would have to adjust all over again, and yes, they’re young, but subconsciously, so would they,” you confessed.
Nat seemed to stew on that for a minute before nodding.
“That’s something every single mom worries about, and it’s 100% understandable. Partner or not, Bucky is still a great guy, and I know that he’d be just as happy being your friend, and you could always use more of those,” she replied, a teasing lilt in her voice.
You laughed at that.
“Don’t make fun of me just because I’m a pariah.”
“Nat means well, I promise,” you told Peter as you helped him clean up the toys on the floor. “She just can’t help herself sometimes.”
“I’ve known her longer than you, so trust me, I know,” he laughed.
You hummed to yourself.
“Sometimes I forget that you grew up here. I can’t even imagine what that was like.”
You watched as Peter seemed to think it over.
“I wasn’t very popular,” he finally said, and you frowned at that.
“…what? I find that hard to believe,” you scoffed.
Peter laughed again, shaking his head, dark curls bouncing.
“No, no. Girls love the nerds in college, but not so much in middle and high school. It wasn’t a fun time for me…”
He trailed off, and your frown deepened. You imagined what he went through from his tone, and you apologized.
“Don’t be sorry,” he replied with a shrug. “I think it built character, to be honest.”
You shook your head, letting out a humorless laugh.
“If another kid tries to ‘build some character’ for one of mine, I’d probably end up on the news.”
Peter thought that was funny.
“I can’t imagine anyone would ever bully them,” he said, fondly staring at one of the twins. “They’re going to be beautiful and popular. Like their mom.”
You felt your face heat up at his comment, Nat’s words coming to mind.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Peter?”
He seemed thrown by your question, eyes widening ever so slightly before he barked a laugh.
“No,” he said, dragging out the word.
“What was that reaction? It’s not a crazy question. You’re young, attractive, and you have a lot going for yourself. It’s surprising that you don’t.”
“Then you don’t know what the girls are like in this town,” he said, a soft laugh escaping him.
“I guess I don’t,” you said, dumping their toys in the bin.
Peter followed your lead, hands resting on his knees as he knelt beside you.
“They’re too much like…Sharon and Margaret and anyone else who fills their time with their presence. They want a boyfriend like they want a cup of coffee or like they want to go see that new movie that just came out. It’s like checking off a list for them…”
Your face fell at that, noticing the way Peter seemed to be bothered as he talked.
“…and a husband and children are no different. I don’t feel like a person around them but…instead an item to be collected and shown off.”
“…so, I take it you’re going to move then? Eventually? Go somewhere else with ‘better’ options?”
Peter stewed on that, an unreadable look on his face.
“I was. I definitely planned to, but… I don’t think so,” he finally answered, gaze meeting yours now. “I know it doesn’t sound like it, but I’ve recently gotten hopeful about the prospects here.”
“Well, good,” you happily told him. “You’re a catch, Peter, and the right girl certainly isn’t going to view you like some item to be checked off of a list.”
“Did you date much before the twins?” he suddenly wondered, following you down the stairs.
You laughed at the memories that question brought up.
“I did,” you said with a grin. “I dated a few guys, but nothing serious.”
You straightened the blanket on the couch.
“I liked them well enough, but I could just never see any of them in my future, and it always felt unfair to them. Especially when I could tell that they saw me in theirs.”
Peter hummed, hands shoved into his pockets.
“That conversation was always fun,” you sarcastically added, rolling your eyes. “Defending your future plans to jilted men who are upset that you don’t see them as the father of your children? Now that builds character.”
“I can’t imagine how tiring that must’ve been, but…I’m glad you stuck with it.”
Peter sent you a soft smile, eyes shining.
“Your girls wouldn’t be here, and you wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t.”
That was something you definitely agreed with Peter on.
“Bucky’s running a little late.”
You nodded, glancing at the menu.
“I’m in no rush,” you distractedly murmured.
Nat had picked you up 20 minutes ago, happy that you had agreed on a friendly group outing that would include Bucky. She was right when she said you couldn’t know him better if you didn’t make the effort to do just that. And while you were unsure about being with him romantically, you were sure that you wanted him as a friend, and as Nat had so eloquently pointed out, you could definitely use more of those.
The restaurant was nice enough. It wasn’t anything super fancy, but a nice setting for a group of friends to eat casually. With that being said, Nat had been adamant about dressing up, and you briefly admired her own dress.
“Did Peter see you before you left?” she slyly asked.
“Stop it,” you said, fighting back a smile. “…and no, he didn’t.”
“Shame,” she sighed. “I wanted you to tell me about the look on his face when he did.”
You placed your menu down.
“Crush or not, stop feeding into it,” you chuckled. “He was in the kitchen with the girls when I left.”
“Peter…and the girls,” she wistfully sighed.
You playfully swatted her with the menu.
“Why do you want me to be a creepy cougar so bad?”
“Why does Nat want you to be a creepy cougar?”
You both looked up at the new voice, taking in the slight frown on Bucky’s face as he looked between you. You hadn’t even heard him come over, and you swallowed at the sight of him. It seemed like every time you saw the man you forgot how handsome he was. His white button down brought out the blue of his eyes, and it seemed like he was letting his hair grow out again.
“I don’t,” the redhead said, greeting him with a hug. “She’s just being dramatic.”
Bucky sat beside you, and you couldn’t deny the way your heart jumped at that. He smiled at you, and you returned it.
“I’m glad you guys didn’t start without me,” he teased.
Nat hummed, glancing at her phone.
“It looks like you two will without me though,” she said, making you frown. “It’s Bruce’s night off and it seems like he’s having some trouble at home.”
Your frown deepened at the way she gathered her things, and you narrowed your eyes at the way she avoided your gaze.
“What kind of trouble?” you heard yourself slowly asking.
“He didn’t specify,” she said, throwing you a mischievous smile. “…but I have to get home immediately. You two have fun!”
You scoffed at her departure, a genuine chuckle escaping you at the unsurprising turn of events. You crossed your arms over your chest, looking at Bucky just as he looked at you. He was fighting back a laugh of his own.
“I think we’ve been setup,” he finally said.
“Oh, Nat,” you sighed, picking up your menu again.
You made light of the situation, but you couldn’t ignore how nervous you felt. You felt like you were in high school and alone with a boy all over again. Except, you weren’t. You were a 30 something mom at a restaurant with a 30 something man. It seemed ridiculous to be so nervous…and yet…
“Don’t be too mad at Nat. I think she’s just really rooting for us,” he told you.
Your eyes met his.
“Yeah, she is. She said you’re crazy about me…”
“I am,” he agreed without hesitation. “…and I know that you have your girls to think about, so I’m willing to take this at whatever pace you want.”
His words reassured you, and it must’ve been obvious.
“Even if I just want to be friends…?”
“Let Nat tell it, you need more of those, anyway.”
You laughed at that, nodding in agreement.
“I take it the other moms aren’t your biggest fans,” he surmised.
“You’re best friends with Steve and Sam. You know they aren’t,” you sighed.
Bucky looked a bit sad at that.
“Yeah. Steve has been threatened with everything from the silent treatment to no sex for 2 months if he even breathes in your direction,” he sadly said.
You let out a humorless laugh at that. It sounded so ridiculous, but you could believe it.
“Maybe I should marry you just for spite. Then they’d have no choice but to be nice to me,” you proposed, and Bucky seemed to like the idea.
“You’re right. Let’s go elope, right now,” he said with a crooked smile, jerking his head towards the exit.
“I would have to pay Peter triple for watching the twins for that long.”
“From what I’ve heard, he’d happily do it for free…”
You raised an eyebrow.
“…and what have you heard…?”
“Nat says he’s got a hard on for you.”
“Don’t be so vulgar,” you gasped, lightly hitting his arm. “I swear, between you and Nat, I don’t know who’s worse.”
“Well, does he?” he curiously wondered.
“I think Peter admires me, and…there could be a little something extra that’s fueled by that admiration, but nothing deeper than that. It’s harmless. Like crushing on your teacher or something,” you waved it off.
Bucky hummed, and you couldn’t place the look on his face.
“I guess I can’t blame him. You’re gorgeous and successful and a wonderful mother. You have it all. Any guy with common sense would hope to be a part of that,” Bucky commented.
You knew that Bucky was more so speaking about himself now, but before you could continue with the subject, the server finally came.
Bucky’s hand was light on your arm as he walked you to your door. You wobbled a bit in your low heels, the alcohol in your system making you giddier and clumsier than usual. You chuckled when he steadied you, blue eyes meeting yours when you thanked him.
“You didn’t have to walk me to my door,” you said.
“Of course, I did. My mama raised me right…”
You smiled at that, glancing down.
You were shocked by just how much fun you’d had tonight. Bucky was indeed a sweetheart, and funny too. You hadn’t expected to laugh as much as you did, but you had, and just like you’d expressed to Nat… You liked him. It was impossible not to, and that scared you, but Bucky said he was willing to take this at whatever pace you were comfortable with, and that calmed you a bit.
“I had a great time tonight,” he said when you stopped at your door. “I’m glad Nat abandoned us.”
You threw your head back and laughed at that.
“I was planning on tearing her a new one, but I guess I’ll have to thank her instead,” you slowly said.
Bucky joined you, and your buzzed brain wandered at the sound of his laugh. You couldn’t stop staring at him, and for the first time in a long time, you wanted this man around. Bucky caught you, smirking at you now.
You slowly shook your head.
“Just…looking at you. Thinking…”
You exhaled, leaning against your door.
“That I like you, and I’m glad I went out tonight,” you honestly told him.
Bucky’s smile softened at that, and he leaned in to press his lips to your cheek. It amazed you how you were both disappointed and relieved that he hadn’t kissed you on the lips. When he pulled away, he fixed an errant hair.
“Goodnight,” you whispered. “Let me know you got home safely.”
He agreed to do just that before heading towards his car. You went inside, watching him drive off from the other side of the glass. You sighed to yourself, taking your heels off before calling to Peter. He didn’t answer, but you weren’t concerned.
As you made your way up the stairs, you heard him humming, and a smile danced over your lips. The girls’ room door was cracked, and when you pushed it open, there was Peter, a twin in his arm as he rocked her to sleep. His back was to you, and you found yourself leaning against the door to watch him.
“Do you sing?”
If he was surprised by your presence, he didn’t show it.
“No,” he softly chuckled, turning around. “My aunt May always wanted me to in school though. Photography was much more my thing.”
His voice was low, careful not to wake her, and you watched him set her back down in the crib.
“How was the date?” he wondered, back still to you.
“Not a date…but it was nice. Nat abandoned us, but honestly, I’m kind of happy she did. I had a great time,” you truthfully told him.
He raised his brows as he fully took you in. He blinked a few times, brown eyes roaming over your hair and dress, throat clearing as he briefly glanced away.
“Wow,” he praised. “You look amazing for a non-date.”
“Blame Nat,” you groaned. “She set me up from the start.”
You started to make your way downstairs, Peter close behind. You stumbled again, but he caught you by the arm, and embarrassment flooded you.
“You really had fun, it seems.”
“Just 2 drinks,” you told him after thanking him. “How were they?”
“Angels as always.”
“I feel like even if they weren’t, you would still tell me they were,” you said, playfully narrowing your eyes at him over your shoulder.
“Of course, I would,” he agreed, sitting on your couch.
It was a Friday, and it wasn’t uncommon for you and Peter to sit and just talk sometimes on weekend nights like this.
“I’ll probably feel that way about my own kids one day.”
You sat down beside him, rubbing at your feet with a slight wince.
“It’s still so strange to me that you’re so ready for all of that. When I was your age, children were the farthest thing from my mind. Are you one of those who just wants one or do you want to make your own little army? I feel like it’s one or the other with most people,” you mumbled.
“I want a house full of children,” he quietly replied as you sat up, leaning back. “I want to hear them running around and laughing and causing mischief.”
You gave a fond chuckle at that.
“God have mercy on your future wife…and her vagina,” you added. “That’s a lot of pushing and a lot of work.”
Peter joined you.
“I’d make sure she’d want for nothing though, you know? I’d treat her like a princess and provide for her and make sure she’s the happiest woman in the world. How could I not when she’s giving me everything I’ve ever wanted?” he mused.
You hummed at that with a slight frown.
“I wouldn’t have pegged you as one of them…”
“One of them…?” he curiously looked at you.
“One of those traditional types. You want to work hard and bring home the bacon while your wife stays at home with the kids… I know plenty of you still exist, but it never amazes me considering what year it is,” you elaborated.
Peter was silent for a while, simply staring at you.
“That’s not your thin…?”
You threw him a look.
“Peter. Look at my situation. Does anything about me scream ‘traditional’ to you?”
“No, I suppose not,” he admitted with a soft laugh. “…but come on. You’re telling me that if you did meet that someone one day, and he checked off all of the boxes…you wouldn’t agree to that if that’s what he wanted? Even if he was providing for you in every way?”
His eyes bore into yours, and you eventually shook your head.
“I enjoy my independence too much, and…even if that was something I could enjoy in a fantasy, the reality is much too dangerous. Relying on someone else completely would leave me vulnerable. People change their minds. People…change,” you said. “He could leave me high and dry with nothing. He could…abuse me, and I’d have no means of leaving.”
Peter moved closer, elbow on the back of the couch as he rested his head on his hand.
“…but what if he was none of those things though? What if he didn’t change his mind or-.”
“But he could. Anything is possible, Peter, and I like to account for that,” you said with a shrug.
Peter continued to stare at you before a slow smile danced along his lips.
“I guess you’re right…”
“I will say that I don’t think you’re capable of that though, and I know you would treat your future wife exactly as you say you would,” you complimented. “You don’t strike me as that kind of guy.”
You swallowed down a yawn as Peter looked at you.
“I should get some sleep, and I know that you,” you reached towards him. “…have had a long day too. Those girls just have so much energy-.”
You stumbled again when you stood, but Peter was quick in catching you, even quicker in pressing his lips to yours.
It took you way too long to recognize what was happening. Your eyes were wide as he moved his lips over yours, his hands on your waist. Your own hands were in the air, unsure of what to do with them as he tasted the inside of your mouth. Peter’s lips were soft and skillful, making your toes curl. His arms snaked around you, pulling you closer, and your chest was completely pressed to his.
He took a step forward, forcing you back, and both the alcohol and his lips on yours had your head spinning. This seemed wrong to you somehow, despite how right it felt, and your lashes fluttered when he moaned into your mouth. He briefly pulled away to lick your lips before kissing you again. It’s like he was trying to breathe you in, and your hands finally landed on his arms.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned into the kiss.
His voice, Peter’s voice, seemed to break the spell, and you finally started to push against him.
“Peter… Peter wait-.”
You leaned back, and he tried to follow, but you turned your head away. Your chest was heaving, and you felt lightheaded. It only just started to hit you that you were wrapped up in the arms of your babysitter, and once reality set back in, your stomach churned. You felt…disgusted.
“What’s wrong?” he breathily asked when you fought to get out of his arms.
You finally succeeded, and you practically threw yourself away from him. You wrapped your arms around yourself, hesitantly meeting his eyes.
You weren’t sure how to even breech this topic, still confused and weirdly hot in the pit of your stomach.
“I-I-I think you should go,” you whispered.
Peter frowned at that, and you swallowed. He studied your face intently before eventually nodding, face falling.
“Of course. I’m…I’m sorry,” he said.
You watched him hesitantly make his way to the door.
“Uh…have a good night.”
You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, and the only thing you could focus on was how much of a drink you needed.
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God is a Woman
summary: Max Phillips has been trying to fuck you since the moment you met. It surprises him when you want to fuck him. (Or pegging Max Phillips)
rating: E (18+! No y/n, pegging (anal fingering & anal sex), blow jobs, vaginal fingering, come eating, dirty talk, praise kink, (1) bite (surprisingly not Max), kink negotiation, sexting, Asshole Max Phillips, Switch Max Phillips, Soft Max Phillips, Protective Max Phillips, boss/employee, Max using an excessive amount of emojis in his texts, some feelings, some comedy, alcohol, mentions of murder and an uncomfy situation with a creepy coworker (no details))
pairing: Max Phillips/f!reader
word count: 6.7k+
a/n: There are screenshots of texts because I felt it was essential to see the ridiculousness that is Max’s obsession with emojis. Lmao, I put a lot of effort into it. Anyways, this is self-indulgent. I wanted to peg Max, listened to spicy audio of a man getting pegged for inspo, and here we are. This will be two parts. Shoutout and thanks to the love of my life, @juletheghoul, for betaing and enjoying this as much as me.
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
Part 2 - Masterlist
The workweek had been hectic, and you were thankful it was finally Friday. Being the assistant to Max Phillips was a lot in normal circumstances with his cocky attitude, constant advances, and crudeness. Add in him handling two big account presentations in the same week, and you more than earned the bottle of wine you’d opened.
You were lounging on your couch, wearing your comfiest pajamas, and sipping on your largest glass of wine while watching the latest episode of a reality television show you knew was absolute trash but absolutely loved—living for the ridiculous drama and all of the absurd craziness, thanking the universe that your life was pretty tame in comparison, vampires being real besides the point.
Your phone buzzed on the coffee table in front of you, the screen lighting up to show you had a text. You leaned forward to pick it up, quickly unlocking the screen to pull up the message.
You sighed as you read the two words, honestly surprised it didn’t say, ‘U up?’
Since day one, Max had been trying to get into your pants, and since day one, you’d declined. You thought he was handsome—those expressive brown eyes, and pouty lips, the beautiful curve of his nose, and sharp jawline, not to mention he looked really fucking good in a suit. Once you got past his obnoxiousness, he was sexy, but you didn’t feel like being another one of his conquests, you didn’t want to be another notch in his belt before he moved on to the next. So, you put up with him, ignoring his advances and lingering stares at your tits, and did your job exceptionally well, the two of you somewhat friendly.
Your thumb tapped out your response.
You: No. If this has to do with work, I’m off the clock.
You: Then text Jennifer in accounting.
The week prior, you’d accidentally walked into his office to find him fucking her on his desk. You’d like to say that was the first time something like that had happened, but it wasn’t. You were pretty sure he’d slept with everyone on the payroll except you.
You took a sip of your wine.
You: Who’s fault is that?
You were so used to saying that sentence you’d typed it without a second thought.
You snorted again, absolutely doubting that was true.
You: You’re really looking for someone to cuddle? Why?
There it was.
You: I’ll have a heated blanket delivered to you.
You chewed on your lip before taking a big gulp from your glass, leaning forward to set it down on the table, and moving to get comfortable on the couch again.
His request was stuck in your brain, thinking it over and how it could all play out. It had been a literal hell of a week, and you wanted to decompress—one thing on your mind you knew would help, but you’d need a willing partner, and Max was definitely interested in you sexually… Would he be interested, was the real question. A couple of things gave you the courage to ask. Namely, the half a glass of wine you’d drunk as well as being horny. Primarily, though, you’d blame the alcohol.
You: Are you firm on no sex?
You rolled your eyes.
You: You want body heat? There’s something I want.
Max started replying right away.
“Good god,” you whispered to yourself, staring at the string of emojis, trying to decipher their meanings. “I’m really this desperate.”
On the bright side, he was a vampire, which meant you didn’t have to worry about STDs or pregnancy—since they were technically dead, there was no live sperm, and they were immune to diseases. You were honestly thankful he was undead with how many people you knew off the top of your head he’d fucked.
You tapped at your phone.
You: Actually, I want to fuck you.
Max: Did my emojis not convey I’m DTF?
You: You didn’t list what I wanted.
His replies came fast.
You thumbed your response quickly to clarify.
There was a pause. You saw the dots appearing and disappearing. Seconds passed, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you waited.
The dots disappeared, and finally, messages started appearing.
You rolled your eyes again.
He was so full of himself.
You: I’m firm, and if you’ve never done it before, I’d ease you into it. Promise to make it really good for you.
Another pause, like he was thinking.
Finally, he started replying.
You deflated, huffing out a breath as you locked your screen and tossed the phone onto the coffee table, grabbing your wine. You’d just have to use your vibrator when you finally got into bed. That’d be fine. You took a drink, focusing back on your show.
Some minutes passed, and your phone buzzed again. You moved to grab it, unlocking it and pulling up your messages.
You grinned, setting down your glass, and sitting back into the cushions.
Max: Will it hurt?
You: It shouldn’t. I’d start with my fingers while sucking your dick.
You: Yes. Have your cock in my mouth while I slip in a finger. Suck you off, and use my fingers to make you come really hard.
His response was almost immediate.
You sent him your address.
Excitement was pooling in your belly, getting up to put the wine away and chug the rest of your glass. You took a quick shower and slipped your satin robe over your naked body, not seeing a point in putting on anything else.
You opened your closet, getting into the large chest hidden in the back, grabbing what you needed—lube, harness, dildos, clean towel—thankful you’d trimmed and filed your nails the day before, a coat of lavender-colored polish painted on them.
Everything was placed on your giant king-sized bed towards an edge where it was out of the way but still within reach. One of the bedside lamps was turned on to give the room some ambiance.
You weren’t entirely sure what to expect—you weren’t entirely sure if Max had the ability to let you be in control. You’d find out, and he seemed eager to give it all a shot.
Three quick knocks sounded against your front door, and you immediately headed towards it, tightening your robe as you walked. You quickly undid the locks and pulled it open, finding Max leaning against the doorframe in a white v-neck and grey sweats, your eyes spotting the noticeable outline of his dick, arousal stirring in your belly.
Your eyes met his, a smirk on those perfect plush lips of his.
“Is it true I have to invite you in?” You asked. “Like, I have to explicitly give you permission, or else some mystical force keeps you outside?” You leaned into the door, your hand still on the knob.
“Yes,” Max sighed. “Protection barriers or some shit, homes being sanctuaries from malevolent creatures,” he huffed, mildly annoyed.
Your eyebrow rose.
“Are you malevolent, Max?”
The face he gave you could rival that of the smiling purple devil emoji.
“Wish to do evil? No. Wish to destroy your pussy? Yes.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Oh, come on, Sweetcheeks. You know how much I want to fuck you—so much, in fact, I’m willing to let you fuck my ass, which isn’t something I’ve let anyone do. Honestly, you should feel pretty fucking special.”
“It’s honestly surprising to me that you’ve had thousands of hookups with women and men, with zero ass play.”
“There’s been ass play, babe, but I’m always the giver if you know what I mean,” he wagged his eyebrows. “Let me in. I wanna see you naked.” His eyes moved salaciously down your body, biting his bottom lip.
“You’re no fun,” he pouted, meeting your gaze.
“Rules,” you said again. “No, means no. I will ask before I do anything and check in on how you’re feeling. I like to use the color system—red, stop; yellow, slow down; green, go—but also safewords. Do you have one?”
“Mr. Rogers,” he answered without skipping a beat.
You made a face.
“Your safeword is Mr. Rogers?”
“Okay… I’ll definitely remember that.” You took a breath before you started talking again. “If you need me to stop, slow down, or decide it isn’t your thing, I need you to communicate with me—use a color, your safeword, or just tell me to stop, and I will, zero hesitation, and no bad feelings. I want this to be as good for you as it is for me.”
His eyebrow rose.
“You get off on fucking guys?”
“And women,” you nodded.
His eyes went dark as he gasped out a fuck like he was picturing you with a woman.
“Anything else?” He asked.
“Just don’t make me regret inviting you over.”
“Sweetcheeks, I’m not gonna fuck up my chance to get between your legs, and frankly, I’m curious about what you’re going to do to me. You have my enthusiastic consent to do whatever the fuck you want.”
You opened the door wider, stepping out of the way.
“Max Phillips, you are invited into my home.”
“Come in, would’ve worked,” he said as he entered your apartment.
You got the door shut and locked and turned to find a big hulking vampire crowding into your space, pushing your back into the solid surface as he caged you in.
He looked at you with lust-blown eyes, his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, voice lower, raspier, his eyes dipping down to look at your tits before meeting your gaze again.
His mouth was on yours immediately, like he couldn’t wait another moment, his hands cradling your face as he hungrily pressed his mouth against yours, swallowing the surprised moan that escaped your throat. You weren’t expecting the softness of his lips or how cool they were, feeling as if he’d just sucked on a popsicle. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, sliding against yours in practiced motions that had your toes curling and eyes rolling back.
Butterflies were fluttering in your tummy, which was wholly unexpected—this was Max, your annoying boss, and yet your heart was pounding in your chest—your pussy throbbing at how thoroughly he was kissing you, unable to stop yourself from pushing your fingers into his hair.
He’d ignited some kind of spark inside you, your body lit up as he kissed the breath right out of your lungs, finally breaking it so he could messily kiss along your jawline and down your neck. You were breathing hard, feeling as he inhaled deeply at your pulse point.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he murmured against your skin. He laved at the spot, lightly nipping at it. “I’ve always wanted to taste you.” He grabbed a handful of your ass.
“Another rule,” you panted. “No biting unless I say it’s okay.”
His head came up.
“Sweetcheeks, I’m not gonna bite you unless you beg me to,” he winked.
“Okay,” you nodded.
“Now,” he slapped your ass, making you jump a little. “Where’s the bedroom? I wanna see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock—it’s something I’ve thought about extensively, especially when you’re ordering me around.”
You sighed, pointing towards the open bedroom door.
“Hold on tight, spider monkey.”
“Wha—” the word broke off in a yelp as big hands gripped your thighs, suddenly finding yourself being easily lifted up against his body, your arms scrabbling to wrap around his neck, his mouth crashing against yours as he carried you towards the room with ease, kissing you the whole way.
You were tossed onto the mattress, leaning up to watch him pull his t-shirt off his body, hearing him kick off his shoes and push down his sweats, not even surprised he wasn’t wearing any underwear. You gulped as you took in the sight of his dick—long, thick, curved deliciously—you understood why so many people fucked him; it was a nice cock.
He was awkwardly pulling off his socks.
“This is always the least sexy part of undressing,” he mused, tugging off the last one.
“Not a sex with socks guy?”
His face scrunched up in disgust.
“Who fucks in socks?” He asked. “Unless most of the clothes are on, the socks are coming off—I’m going to be completely naked, thank you very much. Which,” he crawled onto the bed, spreading your legs to kneel between them. “It’s your turn. Let’s even the playing field. I have been dying to see your tits,” he wiggled his eyebrows, grinning.
“God, Max, you’re fucking ridiculous,” you untied the robe and let it fall open, revealing your naked body underneath.
His eyes were burning as they took you in, making you shudder at the intensity. He licked his lips before he moved, shoving his face into your chest hard enough that you fell onto your back. His cool body felt good against your heated skin, his big hands on your boobs, his head nestled between them, as he started shaking it from side to side and humming in the back of his throat.
“Are you fucking motorboating me?” You asked.
He popped up to look at you with a smirk.
“Yes? You’re so fucking warm, and they’re soft.”
“Why do people sleep with you?”
You honestly wanted to know.
“Big dick, practically zero refractory period, super strength, and I fuck like a pro,” he shrugged.
You snorted in disbelief.
He frowned slightly, eyes narrowing.
“Challenge accepted,” he stated.
Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Wha—” You were cut off by lips suddenly on yours, Max moving quicker than you expected, or could even register just one second his head was between your breasts, and the next he was kissing you hard. The first kiss had been impressive, but this one, he was pulling out all the stops, his tongue tangling with yours, biting at your lips, your brain losing focus on everything around you except for the man kissing you as if his life depended on it.
His hips were slotted in the cradle of your thighs, feeling his hard cock pressed into your body, holding himself up on one arm while the other hand moved up your thigh, ghosting his fingertips over your belly and ribs, making goosebumps rise on your skin, as he got to your breast, massaging it before rolling your stiff nipple between his fingers. You moaned as jolts of pleasure shot to your core, feeling yourself dripping with need, clenching hard around nothing when he pinched at the sensitive bud.
He broke the kiss when you needed to breathe, his lips making a path sloppily kissing your jaw and neck, licking and sucking at your skin. You gasped when you felt his fangs graze over your pulse point, surprised when your pussy throbbed, a rumbling chuckle coming from Max like he was aware of your reaction.
The man had worked some kind of magic because you were all hot and bothered, cunt aching to be touched, and seeping arousal. Your skin was heated, your breaths coming out harder, his lips latched around a nipple, and your back arched as you moaned, fingers digging into the bedsheets. He was pinching at your other bud as he continued sucking before switching sides, the sensations making you moan as you began to writhe with need.
His hand skated down your abdomen, making you vibrate in anticipation, wanting him to touch you, him stopping right before he was where you needed him, a pitiful whine pulled from your throat.
He chuckled, and you frowned.
His mouth came off your nipple with a ‘pop,’ looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
“You want me to touch that pretty little pussy? I can smell you. I don’t even need to touch you to know you’re fucking wet.” Those long, thick fingers of his were teasing against your skin in circles. “Want to come on my fingers?”
“You can try,” you answered, not wanting to reveal your neediness.
“Oh, babe, you’re gonna come. As a matter of fact,” he looked at the clock on your bedside table. “I will make you come in less than two minutes.”
“Less than two-Oh,” you moaned as his fingers pushed through your wetness before zeroing in on your clit, the rough pads of his fingertips circling it in a way that had your hips jerking. You were so pent up that you felt that heated pressure building in your core with each movement of his digits. You couldn’t help the soft sounds slipping from your lips, your hands gripped tight against the bedspread as he worked you over.
“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” Max asked. “You gonna come all over my hand?”
He pushed one thick finger inside you, followed by a second, and a strangled noise sounded from your mouth. His thumb was on your clit as he started pumping his fingers.
“You’re so fucking tight and warm. I really fucking hope you let me fuck this pussy.”
He sped up his fingers and applied more pressure with his thumb, your muscles tightening in your belly.
“Wanna stretch you open on my cock, and feel you come around me. Bet you get so fucking wet.”
You were getting close, winding tighter every second, unable to stop your moans, fingers digging into the bedsheets.
“You like to be in control,” he mused. “Makes you a really fucking good assistant—keeping my ass in check. But,” he leaned down, rubbing his nose along your cheek until his lips were at your ear. “I think sometimes you like someone else in control,” he rasped, nipping at your earlobe and making you shiver. “And I also think,” he crooked his fingers, hitting something blinding, fucking his fingers against it repeatedly, rocketing you towards your climax. His voice went lower. “You want to be a good girl.”
Your orgasm hit you hard, completely blindsiding you as you came with a shout. Your back arched, feeling yourself clench and arousal spill around his digits, pleasure wracking through your body.
“That’s fucking it,” he purred, kissing your cheek. “You did so well for me, pretty girl—soaking my fingers—and we still had thirty seconds to spare.”
He kept working you through your high until you stopped fluttering, opening your eyes in time to watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and suck at them lewdly.
“Mmm, knew you’d taste fucking delicious,” he said around them. He finished, his digits shiny with spit, moving to cup his hand over your pussy, looking at you with a heated gaze. “Can’t wait to eat your wet little cunt. Do you know how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking about it?”
The orgasmic haze was leaving your brain, your features screwing up in confusion, your voice coming out a little hoarse.
“You’ve jerked off thinking about me?” You asked.
“Sweetheart, you are prime spank bank material, and the way you’re always turning me down? Fuck, I’ve never wanted someone more. Plus, I like you,” he said off-handedly.
“You like me?” You said the words slowly.
“Yeah, I do. A lot, and I trust you. So, I know whatever shit you do to me will be good,” he said earnestly, and you could see in his eyes he meant every word.
You gulped, not expecting such sweet words from Max fucking Phillips.
He was a conceited asshole, who you could’ve reported to HR on many occasions for the shit he said, and yet, you never did because you knew deep down he was harmless. Even though he hit on you constantly, and you’d caught him in many compromising situations, he really was a good boss. He made sure you had everything you needed and did what you asked with only a little complaining. If you needed a day off, you got it. If you showed up to work with a cold, he was sending you home to rest, a delivery of fresh chicken noodle soup following.
You remembered a few months back. There was a creepy new hire who was handsy and made you feel insanely uncomfortable, who’d cornered you alone in the filing room and scared you to death, Max just suddenly appearing out of nowhere. He’d sent you back to your desk, and you never saw the other guy again, assuming he was let go, but now…
“What happened to that new hire?”
He looked confused.
“What new hire?”
“The creepy one from the filing room.”
You saw anger flash across his face.
“I ate him,” his tone growly.
“You killed someone for me?”
“I could hear your heart pounding all the way in my fucking office, and the closer I got, could smell your fear. Yes, I killed him,” he stated with zero remorse. “You didn’t feel safe, and that needed to be dealt with.”
This knowledge was doing something to you; knowing the lengths he’d go to protect you was turning you on, feeling the beginnings of arousal in your belly.
You reached out and pulled him down to kiss you, shoving your tongue in his mouth and pushing on his body, him getting the message to pull you on top of him as he laid on his back. He was matching your energy, kissing you just as enthusiastically, his hands tugging your robe off your body, so he could touch your back and ass, his big palms roaming everywhere as you made out.
When you came up for air, you looked at him, seeing his eyes hooded and black with lust, a lazy smile on his lips, as you caught your breath.
“Can I suck your dick?” You asked huskily.
“Fuck yes,” he nodded. “Let me get comfortable. I wanna watch.”
“Okay,” you replied. “I need to get the lube.”
You moved off of him to get the bottle on the other side of the bed while he stacked pillows behind himself and settled with his back against them at the head of the bed, spreading his legs, his dick hard and resting against his stomach. You laid down on your stomach in the space he made, keeping the lube close as you ran your hands up his thighs. He had his bottom lip between his teeth as you rubbed along his hips before taking his cock in your hand, surprised for a moment with how it felt.
“Your dick’s cold,” you said, looking up at him.
It was velvety smooth and hard like iron but cold—not even room temperature, absolutely zero heat, that you hadn’t noticed when he was on top of you.
“I’m a vampire,” he answered by way of explanation.
“I just figured if you could get hard, there was some kind of blood flow, and I don’t know, warmth from said blood flow?”
“I don’t question the science behind being able to get a boner. I simply thank the powers that be for allowing me to fuck, and I use the gift at every opportunity.”
That was a very Max thing to say, and you couldn’t argue with his logic.
“I’m aware,” you replied. You started stroking his length, his hips bucking. “Now, while I’m going down on you, I’m going to slip a finger in slowly—just relax. Your immediate thought will be to clench but don’t. Once you’re nice and relaxed and taking that first finger, I’ll put in a second and finally a third.”
“Got it, Sweetheart. I’ll do as Frankie said and relax, 'cause I wanna come,” he winked.
“Those aren’t the lyrics.”
You kissed the tip of his cock, and he sucked in a breath.
Grabbing the lube, you put some in your palm and started stroking him, your hand easily gliding down his shaft as you wrapped your lips around the head, teasing your tongue against all of his sensitive spots, making his hips buck up.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Shit, your mouth is so fucking warm.”
You understood his obsession with warmth now; he was probably always cold.
You came off him, looking up at him through your lashes.
“You’ve got a pretty dick,” you said.
You rolled your eyes.
“You know how you made me come quick?” You asked.
“Yeah?” He smirked.
“Once I get my fingers inside you, it’s your turn,” you said before taking him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks.
Max moaned loudly, a hand landing on your head.
Your eyes were on him, seeing his mouth open and eyebrows furrowed, watching you with a hungry gaze. You started bobbing, taking him further and further into your mouth, before coming up and licking a wide stripe from base to tip, swirling your tongue around it, and engulfing him once more.
“You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth,” his voice had dropped lower, raspier. “Such a pretty fucking girl, sucking my cock.”
You were moving your head up and down, getting him further and further in your mouth until you swallowed around him, tears leaking from your eyes as your nose brushed the curls at his base.
The low groan that rumbled from his chest had a shiver moving down your spine.
“Better than I ever fucking imagined,” his voice was strained. His hand moved to your throat, feeling himself bulging. “Fucking taking my dick in your throat, so fucking good to me.”
You had to breathe coming off of him with a gasp, a line of saliva connecting you to him.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he rasped, rubbing a thumb along your wet lower lip, his eyes glazed over.
His hand ended up back on your head as you took him back into your mouth, working him over while you grabbed the lube, squirting a generous amount onto your fingers, getting slicked up.
You had one hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t fit, and your lubed-up fingers moved, gently grazing his hole, Max jolting from the sudden contact.
“Relax,” you reminded before taking him back in your mouth.
You were swirling your fingers, getting him nice and slick, your mouth and hand continuing to work him. Once you were satisfied, you slowly started pressing in a finger.
“Oh, fuck,” Max gasped.
His hips thrust forward, making you choke a little, but you quickly recovered, feeling him fluttering around your digit as you pushed it in—tight as a vice—having to wiggle to get it all the way in, and watching his face, seeing the slight discomfort at first before his face relaxed, his mouth going slack.
“It’s not too bad,” he rasped.
Your head came up.
“Color?” You asked.
“Green. So fucking green.”
“You’re doing so good for me. Here comes the second. Just relax. There will be a stretch.”
“Relax. I can do that,” he nodded, eyes hooded as he watched.
You started sucking him off again as you slowly fingered him, getting him used to the foreign feeling before pressing in your second, him doing better to relax this time, arching his back as he groaned.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted.
Your fingers were moving in him, working him until he was moaning, and you thought he was ready for the third, pulling off of him to speak.
“Green. Give me the third.”
He looked a little excited, and it elated you that he was enjoying himself.
“Love the enthusiasm.”
You knew this one would be the hardest, so you distracted him with your mouth and hand again while working your fingers, getting him to the point that he was babbling praise, and finally, you pressed in the last finger.
A loud, long moan was pulled from his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut, his dick twitching in your mouth as you pushed in all the way. He pressed a hand over his face, his other gripped tight on the blanket.
Your hand stilled, letting him accommodate the intrusion, focusing on blowing him, tonguing the underside, and circling the tip, over and over again, Max having to clutch at the bed with both hands and groaning.
Finally, you started moving your fingers again, fucking him open slowly, his hips bucking into your mouth.
“Why does this feel so fucking good?” He gasped.
You twisted your fingers a bit, scissored them, really making sure he was loose, his body shivering as you did it. Max attempted to speak but couldn’t make words, whining moans falling from his lips as you kept working, delighting you that he was rendered speechless for the first time since you’d met him.
It was time for the finale, and you were dripping with excitement. You knowingly crooked your fingers to hit that one spot inside him, pressing into it, and immediately, Max was spilling into your mouth—coming so hard his back arched, fingers gripping your bedding with enough force to rip the blankets, shouting your name in a strangled cry. You swallowed down his salty taste, an odd sensation that it was cold as you drank down every drop before coming off of him with a smile, feeling good about what you’d done.
Max sunk into the pillows behind him, eyes closed, looking absolutely blissed out and not even bothering to pretend to breathe. You didn’t know if he lost consciousness; he was as still as a statue—la petite mort personified, and it made you giggle as you pulled your fingers out of him, leaning to grab the towel to wipe them clean.
Your attention moved back to Max, seeing the torn blankets, and you briefly wondered if you could get away with charging new ones to the company credit card. You’d have to remember to ask him later.
“So,” you started. “What did you think?” You asked after a minute.
He peeked one eye open to look at you.
“I think I’m in love with you,” the words came out dreamily.
“You came that hard?”
“I’m not marrying you.”
“Have my vampire babies.”
“You can’t have children.” You paused. “Wait, you can’t have children, right?”
“No, I can’t,” he answered sadly. “Sperm are dead.” He sighed, closing his eye again.
It had never crossed your mind that Max would ever want to be a father.
“You know what that means?” You asked.
He blinked open both eyes, all feline-like, as he looked at you.
“What?” He asked.
“You can come inside me.”
You watched his face slowly light up, a big grin spreading on his lips.
“I can fuck you?” He asked, sounding excited.
“Max Phillips, you are invited into my pussy.”
He tried to hold in the laughter, but it just burst from him, loud guffaws, his eyes crinkling and dimple showing, his mirth making you laugh.
It took you a minute to both calm down.
He leaned forward and grabbed you, easily bringing you into his lap, kissing you the moment your faces were close. His hands cradled your jaw, slipping his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with your own, the two of you making out until it heated up and his hands were all over your body.
His eyes were dark pools when he pulled back to look at you.
“I want you to fuck me,” his voice was a deep timbre that had a tingle moving down your spine. You could feel him already hard beneath you.
“How do you want it?” You asked.
“Okay, let me get set up.”
You kissed him quickly before moving off the bed and putting everything on, going with the smaller of the two dildos.
Max was already getting into position when you crawled back onto the mattress, his head towards the headboard, ass facing you. There was just something about having a powerful vampire willing to get on his knees for you that had your body thrumming.
You moved in behind him, running a hand down his spine, making him shiver under your touch before you admired his rear, your hands massaging the plump flesh.
“Color?” You asked.
He looked over his shoulder, smiling.
“Green, babe!” He wiggled his ass. “I want you inside me.”
“If you want me to stop anytime, just say so.”
“I’ve got it, Sweetheart,” he winked before facing forward.
You grabbed the lube, pouring a good amount on his hole, and the black silicone cock settled against your center, getting it nice and slick with your hand. You had to admit, it was a bit heady, being in this position, knowing you were going to be the one to bring your partner pleasure, being in complete control.
Your hand smoothed along his spine again.
“You ready, Max?”
“Yep! So fucking ready. Put it in!”
You pressed the tip of the silicone against his opening and slowly started pressing in, Max loudly moaning, and you loved watching it disappear inside him.
The tip was in, and you paused, Max still making sounds that had your pussy throbbing.
“Is it too much?” You asked, squeezing his hip.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, it’s so good. More.”
The tone of his voice had you grinning as you pulled the tip almost all the way out and started pushing back in, doing this a few times with Max making noises that were almost inhuman before you started working in more of the fake cock.
Inch by inch, you slowly made your way inside until you felt a little bit of resistance and paused.
“You’re clenching, baby,” you purred, rubbing his hip bones. “Relax.”
“Sorry,” his voice was strained, relaxing enough that you could keep going. “God, it feels so fucking good.”
“I know,” you cooed. “You’re doing so good for me,” continuing to push in.
The sounds he was making were akin to manic moaning, clearly hearing how good he was feeling, making a thrill move through you.
“Fuck,” he cried. “Oh, fuck. Babe, it’s so good.”
Finally, you were all the way in, your hips flush against his ass, marveling for a moment at how it stretched him open.
He fell forward onto his elbows, whining out a long fuck.
“It’s so deep,” he panted. “Is it all the way in?”
“Yes. You good?”
“So, good. So, fucking good,” he moaned.
“Ready for me to move?”
“Please,” he whined.
You started moving, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in, going slow at first, Max mewling with each stroke. It sounded like he was losing his mind in pleasure, the noises making your cunt clench, the harness rubbing deliciously against your clit, shooting sparks to your core, and you couldn’t help it when you moaned.
“You like this, pretty girl?” Max asked, the words raspy and breathy. “You like fucking me?”
“Yes,” you answered, speeding up your thrusts and making him tremble, his head falling forward as the deranged moaning got louder.
It was hot, having this man turn to putty underneath you and hearing the noises he was making, knowing you were making him feel that good. You had a good rhythm, gliding in and out of him smoothly, hearing the wet slap of your skin hitting his, your fingers digging into his hips for leverage.
There was that familiar build in your core, harness rubbing just right, and everything you were doing spurring you on, pounding the silicone into him.
“Oh, babe,” he whimpered. “Oh, fuck. I’m drooling.”
Heavy breaths were coming out of your mouth as you adjusted your angle, pulling a sound from Max you were sure the neighbors would complain about, focusing on that point, fucking into him, and making him keen underneath you.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Oh, fuck. I love you. I fucking love you.”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you kept pace.
“No, you don’t, Max,” you panted.
“I need to touch you—need to feel you,” he begged.
“Sit up on your knees.”
He did as you asked, his back pressed against your front, as you fucked into him, holding an arm around his torso, while your other hand reached to grab his cock, Max shuddering as you started stroking him, him reaching behind to grab your hip.
“Thank you,” he moaned. “Thank you.”
The muscles in your belly were tightening, so worked up from everything you were doing to him and making him feel. His hips were pushing forward into your hand while you kept thrusting into him, nonsense babbling from his mouth, his cock throbbing in your touch, knowing he was close.
Your hand was moving slickly over his length, precum steadily dripping from the tip. Max was so overcome with everything he started laughing manically, interspersed with moans.
"God, I wish I could kiss you," he whined.
There was something about the desperation in his voice that had a hot spike of arousal shooting to your core, loving how even in his pleasure-addled state, he couldn’t stop thinking about you—making you feel some type of way, and you liked it. You loved this man coming undone beneath you, pulling him apart, and the fact he trusted you so much.
You adjusted your angle, again and again, until a full-body shiver moved through Max, and he gasped out an oh, fuck, his legs trembling. You zeroed in on it, hard short thrusts, his fingers digging into the skin of your hip, whimpering loudly.
“You gonna come for me, Max?” You murmured. “You gonna be a good boy and come for me?”
The sound he made would make a pornstar blush, his back arching as he came, ropes, and ropes of his come, spilling over your hand, and it sent you over the edge with him, coming with a moan of his name as you sank your teeth into his back, euphoria coursing through your veins.
Max fell forward on the bed, and you went with him, his cool skin feeling nice on your sweaty body.
He was solid beneath you, making no sound, not moving, doing his impression of an unliving statue again. Your ear was pressed against his back, and it was weird not hearing the thumping of a heartbeat. It took you a minute to recover and your breaths to even out. You gently and carefully pulled out of him, rolling to lay beside him, his face turned towards you, eyes closed.
It was strange how comfortable you felt with him—how safe. He could probably kill you in the blink of an eye, and yet you knew deep down he would never harm you. You’d always known that. You couldn’t help yourself, reaching out to rub your fingers through his hair, hearing him make an almost purring sound.
An arm grabbed your waist and pulled you against his body, him moving onto his side to hold you against him, your face shoved into his chest.
“Is that a flashlight in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Max asked, his voice hoarse.
You snorted, the dildo wedged between both of your bodies.
“He lives. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Ariana Grande was right,” Max mused.
“What?” You asked in a confused tone.
“God is a woman, and she wears a strap.”
“Oh my god, Max,” you laughed. “So, you liked it?”
He leaned back to look at you.
“You up for round two?” He asked.
“You want me to fuck you again?”
“On my back this time,” he nodded.
“Yeah, baby, I’ll fuck you.”
His hand moved to the back of your head to pull you in, kissing you hard. He was quickly licking into your mouth and making you moan. When he finally broke it, he looked at you with dark eyes, simmering with want.
“When you’re done making me meet god again,” his voice was low and husky. “It’s your turn.”
“I thought god was a woman with a strap? I don’t see any ladies here to show me a good time,” you smirked.
“That’s my god. You’re going to find out your god is a big dicked vampire who’s going to make you squirt on his first try.”
Your eyebrow rose.
“You really think you’re that good?”
The look he gave you was full of promise and made you clench.
“Oh, Sweetheart, I know I’m that good, and soon you’ll believe it.”
“You can try.”
“And I’ll succeed,” he kissed you passionately. “Give you the proper worship you deserve,” he murmured against your lips.
He pulled back to look at you.
“But first,” he said. “I want you to fuck my brains out, and I want to stare at your tits while you do it.”
“And kiss you,” he added, giving you puppy dog eyes.
“You wanna try the bigger dildo?”
He thought it over for a second.
“Bring it on,” he nodded. “Ruin me, Sweetheart.”
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Pairing: Steve Kemp x Reader
Second Steve fic is up and ready! I fucking love this character and I have no idea why. I mean... he’s attractive, charming, and dorky- so I guess that’s a reason. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you guys think! xox
"A weekend getaway?" You ask Steve with a smile, your chin resting against the palm of your hand.
The brunette grins at you before popping a cherry into his mouth. "Yeah, a getaway. I figure you would want that. I mean- you seem very stressed and I just want you to relax," he mentions to you while pushing the bowl of cherries towards you.
"You're not wrong about that," you chuckle and scratch the back of your neck. You wet your lips and grab one of the cherries in the glass bowl. "Where would we be going?"
Steve smiles while playing with the cherry stem. "I was hoping it'd be a surprise," he confesses before grabbing a hold of one of your hands.
"Mm, I don't think so. I'm not a big fan of surprises," you tell him, silently hoping that you didn't offend him.
"Alright, alright. Cottage Grove," he informs you, causing your eyes to widen. The smile falls from Steve's lips and places the cherry stem onto the napkin in front of him. "Is that a bad choice?"
You shake your head while chewing on a couple of cherries. You cover your mouth with your hand before mumbling a quick no. "Not at all," you chuckle and tuck some hair behind your ear with your free hand. "I've always wanted to go."
Steve lets out a relieved sigh and smiles at you. "Oh, that's great. For a second I thought I had fucked up," he mumbles while stroking the back of your hand.
Your heart flutters in your chest, feeling your cheeks blush. "You could never," you whisper and cast your gaze down at the table. "I'm still in shock that this is our second date."
"How come?" Steve asks you.
"I've just… I'm kind of a loner. I don't have any friends and most of my family is dead, so," you trail off with a shrug. "It's not every day a handsome guy like yourself asks a girl like me out."
The man before you hums before sliding out of his seat. You watch him as Steve lets go of your hand and sits down beside you. "Well, you're fucking gorgeous, Y/N," he tells you with a small smile. "And I truly mean that. I've had such a good time this past week."
A twitch of a smile comes to your lips and you grab a hold of Steve's hand. "When do we leave?" You ask him before biting your lip gently.
Steve smiles back at you and raises his free hand to your face. He strokes your cheekbone softly, causing you to lean into his touch. "We leave tomorrow," he tells you before pressing his soft lips to the apple of your cheek. "Why don't I take you home? You can get some rest and pack your things."
"Yeah, yeah, that sounds like a good idea," you chuckle as Steve slides out of the booth.
He holds his hand out to you and you take it gently. Your body is almost pressed against his after Steve pulls you out of the booth and you can feel your heart pounding against your chest.
"I'm gonna go pay our tab, okay?" Steve whispers to you as his nose nudges yours.
You nod your head in reply, not trusting your voice and Steve pulls away from you. You let out a deep breath and make your way towards the front door of the bar.
He walks over to you while shoving his wallet back into his pocket. "C'mon," Steve mumbles and grabs your hand, threading your fingers together.
The two of you walk out of the bar before continuing down the street towards your apartment building. Silence fills the space between you as your other hand rests on his bicep.
"Thank you for tonight," you tell Steve while looking up at him. "I had a really good time and I can't wait for our weekend getaway."
Steve grins and kisses your forehead. "I also can't wait. We'll have a great time," he chuckles while the two of you walk up the steps of your building. "I'll be here at eleven am, sharp."
You let go of his hand and nod your head. "I'll be here and ready," you giggle while clasping your hands together. "G'night, Steve."
"G'night, Y/N," he mentions with a charming smile.
You fiddle with your fingers as Steve drives you to his place. You were a bit shocked when he told you that traffic was too insane for the two of you to leave today. Steve rests his hand on your thigh as you look out at the hundreds of trees.
"You alright?" His voice snaps you from your thoughts, causing you to glance over at him.
"Yeah, I'm good," you smile at him before resting your hand on his. Steve grabs a hold of your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it gently.
"Good. I was hoping you weren't having second thoughts."
You shake your head and chuckle softly. "No second thoughts here," you tell him before glancing back out the window.
Your conjoined hands land back on your lap and you play with Steve's fingers. The music playing from the speakers fills the vehicle as the sun begins to set.
"Do you travel to town every day?" You ask him curiously.
"I don't, no," he answers you while quickly glancing at you. "Why?"
You wet your lips and giggle a bit. "It's just a really long drive for an everyday trip," you explain to him and Steve laughs.
"Yeah, I would be a mad man to travel into town everyday," he grins while pulling into a driveway.
A gasp comes from your lips at how modern Steve's house looks. The vehicle comes to a stop and Steve opens the driver door. "Holy shit," you whisper mainly to yourself before opening your own door.
"It's not too much for you is it?" Steve asks while grabbing your bag from the trunk.
"No, not at all. It's gorgeous," you mutter and follow him towards the large front door.
He mumbles a quiet thank you and unlocks the door. Steve allows you to step inside first before following you in. You slip your shoes off and place them neatly beside his.
You walk further into the house and make your way towards his living room space. Steve grabs a few whiskey glasses along with an ice bin before walking towards you.
"If you want you can pick a record to put on," he suggests while making the two of you some drinks.
A smile graces your lips and you walk towards his vinyl collection. You tilt your head a bit and read the different artists he has. "You've got quite the collection, Steve," you chuckle and grab one that speaks to you.
You carefully pull the record from its sheath before gently setting it onto the turnstile. Steve walks over to you before handing you the rocks glass. You smile up at him and grab the glass.
Both of you take a sip and you hum in delight. "This is really good. What drink is this?" You ask him while sitting on the couch.
Steve sits on the couch opposite of you and drapes his arm over the back of it. "My twist on a Manhattan. Can you guess the flavors I used?" He chuckles and takes another sip.
You furrow your brows and shake your head, lifting the glass to take another drink. After the amber liquid glides down your throat, you do your best to figure out what it is. "Hm, peach?" You ask him.
He shakes his head and motions for you to try again. "Nope," Steve laughs and runs a hand through his hair.
"Damn," you laugh as well and take another drink. You hum while trying to figure out the flavor and you scrunch your nose. "Nectarines?"
Steve's blue eyes widen at your response and nods his head. "Yes, actually!" He grins as you finish your drink.
You giggle and set the glass onto the coffee table. "Well, it's fucking delicious," you tell him as your vision becomes a bit wonky.
Your stomach drops as you bring your hand to your forehead. "Y/N? Hey," Steve calls out to you and you let out a dazed hum. Your eyes meet him and you watch him drink from his glass. "Why are you over there? Come here."
"Mmph-" you mutter to yourself and push yourself off of the couch. You take one step towards him before your eyes roll back in your head. Your body crashes to the floor as you grow unconscious.
After what feels like hours on end, your eyes flutter open. A groan comes from your lips as you look up at the ceiling. You glance to your right to see Steve sitting in a chrome chair.
"W-What happened?" You stutter while rubbing your head, not remembering anything from the night before.
Steve looks down at you from his seat as your eyes meet his. "I drugged you," he answers honestly, causing your lips to part in shock.
You furrow your eyebrows a bit and wet your lips. A light scoff leaves your lips as you shake your head. "Oh, well… points for honesty," you mumble while groggily looking around the room.
A chuckle comes from the man's lips as he stands up. "You're not mad? Or upset?" He asks while shoving his hands in his pockets.
You lean your back against the wall before noticing the chain you're tied to. A laugh leaves your lips as tears pool in your eyes. "I mean, I guess I had it coming, right?" You question him with a pained smile. "I have no friends or family. I was the perfect target. I should've believed it was too good to be true."
Steve frowns at your words and stares down at your defeated figure. He walks over to you before crouching, his fingers gripping your chin. "I like you," he tells you, causing your breath to hitch. "That part is true. I'm sorry it has to be this way."
You don't say anything else as he stands back up. You fiddle with your fingers as Steve silently walks out of the medium-sized room before turning to face you.
He closes the slatted door and locks it. "I'll be back later with some food, okay?" Steve asks and you nod your head in response.
Hours have passed and all you've done was stare at the painted wall across from you. You've heard voices of other women talking to each other and calling out to you, but you didn't feel like talking. You've never been much of a talker until you met Steve.
You sniffle as the memories of the two dates you had flash before your watery eyes. You let out a shaky breath before deciding to keep yourself calm. "Can you tell us your name?" One of the women asks you and you rest your head against the wall.
"Y/N," you tell them while glancing towards the vent in the wall.
"Y/N," another woman repeats your name, causing you to hum. "When did you get here?"
"Last night. Listen, I don't really feel like talking," you tell them while tucking hair behind your ear.
The door to your room opens up and you turn your head to see Steve standing in the doorway. "Making friends?" he mumbles while stepping into the room.
You shake your head as the brunette sets a plate down in front of you. You notice the meat sitting on the plate and glance up at him.
"Is it animal meat?" You ask him with a raised brow, watching him walk over towards the seat.
"Yes, it's an animal. I wouldn't just feed you human meat without asking or telling you first," Steve mentions and runs his fingers through his hair.
You wet your lips before grabbing the fork from the tray. You silently eat the food he prepared for you, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. "Did your mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare?" You ask him while hovering your hand over your mouth, finishing the food in your mouth.
Steve laughs and shakes his head. "She has, yeah. I just- you honestly surprise me," he mumbles before scratching his cheek.
You stifle a laugh while picking at your food. After shrugging your shoulders, you glance towards him. "You'd be the first. Everyone I've met seems to have me pegged," you explain to him.
He continues staring down at you as you let out a deep sigh. Your appetite suddenly leaves you and you set your fork down on the plate.
"I'm done. I'm sorry," you mumble while pushing the tray away from you.
"It's okay," Steve whispers and gets up from his chair. He grabs your food from the floor and walks out the door. "Do you need anything?"
You furrow your brows at how nice he's being to you and you shake your head. Steve nods before closing and locking the door. You watch him walk away as your eyes glance down at the chain you're attached to.
"Steve?!" You call out to him, hoping it's not too late. You do your best and crawl towards the door, wincing as the chain tugs against your wrist. "Steve?!"
The brunette appears in front of you before quickly opening the door. "What do you need?" He asks you as you swallow thickly. "Y/N!"
You jump at the sound of his voice echoing off of the walls and begin to stutter. "C-Can I take a shower? Please?" You ask him in a hopeful tone.
"I don't know. I've had someone ask me that and then they tried to escape," he mumbles while crossing his arms over his chest.
"I promise I won't," you whisper and move to sit on your knees. "I-I just need a hot shower."
Steve wets his lips and lets out a quiet sigh. He doesn't say anything as he walks over to you. You raise your hand up after he reaches his hand out to you. "I trust that you'll be good for me," Steve whispers and you nod your head.
He unlocks your binds before cuffing your wrists together. You push yourself off of the floor as Steve leads you out of your room.
Silence fills the space between the two of you as the two of you walk up the stairs. A shiver runs down your spine before the warmth of his place hits you in the face.
"Can I make a suggestion?" You ask him quietly. Steve glances down at you and hums softly. "Is there a separate thermostat for downstairs?"
He furrows his eyebrows and nodded his head in response. "There is. Why?" Steve asks while leading you towards the bathroom.
"It gets cold down there," you mutter and shrug your shoulders.
"I can turn the heat up," he mumbles before opening the bathroom door up.
You look into the room, your eyes widening at how nice it is. "Wow," you whisper to yourself as you walk into the room, picking at your fingers. You glance over your shoulder to look at the man. "This is a really gorgeous bathroom."
Steve chuckles and leans against the doorframe. "Well, thank you. Maybe if you're good you can see the rest of the place," he smiles and squeezes his bicep.
"You know," you start and raise your hands to your face, scratching your jaw, "it sounds like you're flirting with me."
He bites his lip for a few seconds before slightly poking his tongue out. "It does, doesn't it?" Steve questions as you hold your hands out. "I don't think-"
"Do you really believe I can take a proper shower with these on?" You cut him off with a raised brow. Steve tilts his head at the sassy tone in your voice, causing your back to stiffen. "I'm sorry. I-"
He steps towards you and you stumble back, a string of apologies leaving your lips. Steve grabs a hold of your cuffs before tugging you towards him. You breathe heavily and look up at him through your lashes.
A sigh of relief comes from you as he unlocks your binds. "Don't ever talk back to me," he mutters before setting the cuffs onto the sink. "Got it?"
You nod your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Yes…" you whisper as Steve takes a couple of steps back.
"I'll be back in twenty minutes."
Steve walks out of the bathroom before shutting the door ninety percent of the way. You turn towards the shower and turn the faucet all the way up.
You undress yourself as you wait for the water to get hot. After testing the water you step into the glass shower, a sigh leaving your lips at the warm feeling. You run your fingers through your wet hair as streams of water drip down your face.
Reality hits you and you lean your forehead against the wall. I'm going to die here. You think to yourself as tears begin to mix with the hot water. Sobs begin to leave your lips as you grip your hair.
Steve's ears pick up on your cries and he glances towards the bathroom. He sets the book he's reading down before walking towards the cracked door.
You start to hyperventilate as it begins to get a bit stuffy in the shower. You wipe your cheeks before trying to calm yourself down. A gentle knock on the door snaps you from your inner thoughts, causing you to glance over your shoulder.
"Y/N?" Steve calls out to you.
"Y-Yeah?" You stutter and the bathroom door opens up a bit. "I-I'm naked."
Steve chuckles and stops himself from walking into the room. "Are you okay?" He softly asks you and a scoff comes from your lips.
"Far from it," you clear your throat and turn the shower off.
You grab the towel that's hanging from the wall and wrap it around your body. Your hand grabs the handle of the door and opens it the rest of the way.
"How would you feel if someone drugs you and keeps you locked in their basement, waiting for them to just… cut you up?" You ask him seriously.
Steve wets his lips and shoves his hands into his pockets. "I guess I would be far from okay," he sighs before lifting one side of his lips. "Look, I'm sorry it has to be this way."
"Then just let me go," you mutter while swallowing thickly. "I won't even tell anybody about what you're doing. I-"
"I can't do that," he cuts you off and presses his lips together. "You know I can't do that."
You nod your head and tear your gaze away from him. "Why haven't you taken anything from me yet?" You question him and cross your arms over your chest.
Steve rests his head against the doorframe, a sigh coming from his lips. "I'm not ready for you, yet," he mentions to you. "Get dressed. It's time to go back."
"Okay," you whisper as Steve closes the door to give you privacy.
You take the towel off of your body before running it through your damp hair. You quickly get dressed and you fold the towel up before resting it on the sink. You open the door to the bathroom and notice Steve typing on his phone.
His eyes glance back at you as you hold out the cuffs. Steve walks over to you and grabs a hold of the leather binds. You watch him as the brunette hooks your wrists together.
The two of you walk back down to the basement in silence, feeling his fingers brushing your skin every few seconds. You chew the inside of your cheek as Steve unlocks the door to your "room."
"Can I ask you one thing?" You ask him while stepping into the room. You turn to face him as Steve starts to close the door. "Please?"
He stops before meeting your eyes. "What?" Steve mutters and your cheeks flush.
"I- It's just- if I'm not going to be around for very long," you trail off as the tears start again. "I've never kissed anyone before."
"You're joking," Steve mumbles as his eyes grow a bit wide.
A light scoff escapes your lips and you shake your head. "Afraid I'm not," you mumble, feeling your hands becoming a bit clammy. "Could you just… kiss me? One time?"
Steve wets his lips before stepping into the room. Your heart pounds against your chest as he brings his hand to your face. You start to see the Steve you met as his gaze moves to your lips.
Your eyes flutter shut and you lean into his touch. Steve pulls you closer to him before his lips connect with yours. Butterflies swarm your stomach as you lean on your toes.
You pull away from him for a few seconds before hooking your wrists around his neck. His hands glide along your arms as Steve's forehead rests against yours.
His nose nudges yours before reconnecting your lips. You moan into the kiss as your fingers play with the ends of Steve's hair. You pull away from him after about a minute or so, heavy breaths leaving your lips.
"Thank you," you whisper as Steve kisses your forehead.
He grabs your arms and removes himself from your hold. Steve unhooks the cuffs before leading you towards the bed. "Get some rest," he mumbles as you lower yourself onto the mattress.
You hug your knees and watch the brunette walk out of the room. His blue eyes meet yours as he closes the slatted door before locking it. You chew on your lip as he stands there for a good thirty seconds before he walks away.
Steve carries your body to the operating room he's got, his eyes casting down to your face every few seconds. He pushes the door open with his hip before laying you onto the table.
He thinks for a few moments about what he's going to take from you first. Steve's fingers glide along your bare leg before squeezing your thigh gently. "Thigh first," he mumbles to himself and grabs the stool from behind him.
The brunette pulls the tray of tools closer to him as his eyes move to your face. He wets his lips and moves some hair out of your face. Steve grabs a scalpel from the tray before gently dragging it across your skin.
"You are absolutely beautiful," Steve whispers to you, the two of you standing in front of your apartment building.
You blush at his words and tilt your gaze towards the concrete. He rests his hand on your face, stroking your cheek before lifting your head. "That's sweet of you to say," you mumble shyly as your fingers play with the hem of your sweater.
"Maybe I could take you out? If you'll let me?" He asks you as he continues to stroke your cheek.
Your eyes widen as you stare up at him, not believing he just asked you that. "You wanna take me out?" You question him in a whisper while glancing around. "You know there are better options than me?"
Steve lets out a huff of breath and wets his lips. "Maybe to you there is but right now," he trails off and cradles your face in his hands. "I want you."
Your eyes flutter shut at his words as your heart pounds against your chest. No one has shown interest in you for years and somehow you managed to get asked out by this gorgeous man in front of you.
Steve shakes his head as he snaps himself out of his thoughts. A sigh comes from his lips as he brings the scalpel back to your outer thigh.
"Steve!" You squeal as he lifts you from the ground. Your hands rest against his shoulders as the brunette walks towards the ice cream stand. "I told you I didn't bring any money with me!"
"And I told you not to worry about it," he laughs before setting you down in front of the small building. "Now get what you want."
You huff playfully, a grin on your lips as you glance up at the menu. "I'll take fireworks in a cone," you tell the man behind the counter.
Steve orders his ice cream before handing him a ten-dollar bill. It didn't take long for the two of you to get your delicious treats. He watches you as you drag your tongue around the ice cream.
You glance up at him after feeling his gaze on you. "What?" You chuckle and lick your lips.
"You're just really cute," Steve mutters with a small smile. You bite your lip gently as he starts to eat his ice cream cone.
"You flatter me," you whisper to him and you lean on your toes before kissing his cheek.
He hums in response as the two of you walk down the street together. Your free hand brushes Steve's every few seconds before he links his pinky with yours.
The scalpel falls from Steve's hand as a series of emotions run through him. He tilts his head up, staring at the ceiling, and finds himself unable to work on you.
Steve stands from his stool before lifting you into his arms. He starts to bring you back to the room you're staying in when he changes course, heading towards his room instead.
You let out a tired groan as he walks up the basement stairs. Steve shushes you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nuzzle into his chest as Steve opens the door to his room, walking towards his king-sized bed before setting you onto it.
He covers your body with a blanket before cuffing your wrist to the bed. Steve looks down at you and softly strokes your cheek before walking out of his room.
You wake up in complete darkness, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. "Wha-" you cut yourself off as you sit up on the bed you're laying on.
Your heart pounds against your chest and you notice the moonlight poking through the blinds. Your fingers grip the sheets beneath you before glancing to your right.
Steve's sleeping peacefully beside you and you let out a breath of relief. You didn't expect this turn of events. Your free hand reaches out to him and gently glides your fingertips along his jaw.
The last thing you remember was Steve telling you that everything would be okay before sticking a needle in your neck. You for sure thought you'd be missing a limb.
A quiet moan leaves his lips before his blue eyes flutter open. Steve smiles up at you and reaches his hand out to you. "Hey, you're awake," he whispers and adjusts his position so he's laying on his back.
"I'm not in the basement," you point out with a raised brow.
"Yeah, you're not," Steve mumbles while threading his fingers with yours. "I did a lot of thinking while you were on the operating table."
You slowly lay down onto your side, facing him. "You did?" You whisper and Steve nods his head.
"Remember when we went to get ice cream?" He mumbles while rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. "And you put up a fit because you didn't bring any money."
A smile comes to your lips before letting out a quiet chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, I remember that. You didn't take no for an answer," you grin for a few moments before biting your lip.
"I didn't," Steve chuckles and he brings your conjoined hands to his face, kissing it softly. "I realized then how much you truly mean to me."
You blush at his words and raise your handcuffed hand. "So, can we take this off? I promise I'm not going to run away," you tell him and his eyes roam over your face.
Steve throws the covers off of him before getting up from the bed. He turns the lights on, causing you to squint your eyes. He mumbles an apology while grabbing the keys from the bedside table.
You look up at him as he unlocks the cuffs on your wrists. A small smile comes to your lips as Steve gently rubs the reddened skin. His blue eyes glance up at you through his lashes while you move your hand to his cheek.
He leans forward and captures your lips with his, pushing you back onto the bed. You moan against his lip while running your fingers through his hair. Steve trails his lips down your neck as his hands find their way under your shirt. You tilt your head back a bit and give the man more access to your neck.
You tug your shirt over your head before throwing it across the room. Steve kisses down the valley of your breasts, feeling his teeth nip your skin softly. “Wanna taste you,” he mumbles while his lips glide down your stomach.
A snort leaves your lips and Steve looks up at you with a confused look on his face. You cover your mouth with your hand, stopping the giggles from escaping your lips. “Sorry, I just- an inappropriate joke,” you clear your throat.
Steve furrows his brows before realizing what he said. His tongue wets his lips and lets out a semi-loud laugh. He shakes his head before kissing your hip bone. “Alright, smartass,” he chuckles while tugging on your panties. “Wanna taste you… sexually.”
You bite your lip and lift your hips, allowing Steve to pull your panties off. “Please,” you almost beg as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.
“Yes, ma’am,” Steve grins before laying down between your legs, spreading them apart.
@sweetdreamsbuck @jessalyn-jpeg @marvel-3407 @hawsx3 @queen-of-mischief
bird watching... literally (F.H.)
pairing: five x sparrow!fem reader
warnings: swearing, not proofread, a shitty fic overall
synopsis: as the title says. enjoy.
a/n: probs one of my shittiest fics cause this made no sense and took me too long & for what LMAO (i kept stopping halfway while writing to rewatch tua over and over 💀 so scenes cut around here and there)
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you took another bite out of your ham and cheese toastie, laughing at the joke fei just made about luther. “oh i wish i was with you guys this morning.” you sighed, chewing slowly. “wake up earlier next time then, bitch. you don’t see me setting alarms, either.” alphonso waved his hand in exaggeration.
you propped your head up with your knees, wiping your mouth and brushing the leftover crumbs off. “ah, there he is.” you tilted your body up, meeting luther’s confused gaze. sloane stopped the blender, allowing a moment of silence to fall upon the room.
“what’s with the mop?” you teased, getting up to take a glass of water. “please, join us.” fei invited, gesturing an empty chair. “it’s okay, nobody’s gonna hurt you.” ben mocked luther’s defensive stance. “i wouldn’t be too sure of that,” you filled your glass, “not as long as jayme’s here.” turning off the tap, you returned to your seat, quickly earning a hit to the back of your neck by her.
“smoothie?” sloane offered. luther stared, putting the mop down and receiving the drink awkwardly, “oh, thanks.” “you must be starving.” fei commented. “oh, no, i- i probably shouldn’t,” he paused, “is that cashew butter?”
“cashew butter, almond butter, sunflower butter, tahini, brazil nut.” sloane answered. “i think we just beat the record of most amount of times the word ‘butter’ has been said in a day.” you snorted. “wow. you know what? now that you mention it, i am feeling a little bit, uh, peckish, actually.” “help yourself.” luther thanked alphonso.
he wowed softly at sloane’s smoothie. he began preparing his breakfast with an eager smile on his face. (i loved luther here he was so wholesome) “so,” ben started, “we know you’re number one, but we haven’t been formally introduced yet. i’m ben, number two.” “it is so good to see you again, buddy.” luther chuckled.
“why does everyone keep looking at me like that?” ben asked in false calamity. “because you’ve been dead for 15 years.” luther replied simply. “dead? what do you mean, dead?” ben demanded, his anger rising. all eyes were on luther now. “kind of a long story.” you sipped your water. oof.
“anyway, i’m fei, number three.” “alphonso, cuatro.” “sloane. five. hey.” you made sure she saw the face you made at her. “i’m jayme, six.” “that’s christopher, of course. number seven.” ben interrupted.
“hey luther, i’ve been thinking about you last night.” chris said seductively. “oh, don’t mind him. he’s in a bit of a saucy mood today.” your cheeks flushed as everyone laughed, alphonso adding a “he wouldn’t get it.”
it was in reference to when you were younger and a boy near your age at the time had climbed up the fire escape outside your room and knocked on the window, repeatedly trying to convince you that you were soulmates and that he had been thinking of you the night before. chris never let you live it down.
luther laughed humourlessly, trying to join in. you introduced yourself as number eight. “we didn’t have a number eight, there was only seven of us, but it’s great to meet you.” he seemed so sincere you almost felt bad about ben’s interrogation soon.
“wait, uh, what about, um, number one?” your eyebrows furrowed, he genuinely didn’t seem to know. huh. “what about him?” fei responded immediately. “where is he?” you jumped at the sound of ben’s knife stabbing his napkin on the table. “that’s what we’d like to know.” there was a tense ambience.
“are we playing a game?” luther chuckled, bemused. “whatever game the umbrellas are playing, you’re gonna lose!” luther gawked at ben’s attitude, which you had to admit was getting slightly embarrassing. “you took our number one, so we took you.” he pointed. “wait, we took marcus?” luther asked, bewildered, “why would we do that?”
“act of war? death wish?” jayme chimed in. “revenge for demolishing you the other day?” you have a fake smile, finishing your glass of water. “the last time we saw him, he was with your sister.” “which one?” “the little one with big powers.” “vanya? huh,” he frowned, “well, i gotta say, it does not sound like vanya to go and kidnap somebody.
“you know, having said that, i am usually the last to know about these kinda things.” he bit into his bread. “you’re their number one. shouldn’t you know everything?” ben pressed further. “i know. you’d think so, ben. discipline has never really been our strong suit. it’s pretty much a free-for-all over there.” he laughed fondly, “so, listen,” man he really was helping himself. “this sounds like an easy fix.
“i’ll head back. i mean, my family’s probably worried sick about me, to be honest. and if they have your guy, i’ll make sure to send him back without a scratch. all right? no harm, no foul. how’s that sound?” he nodded around for confirmation. “good?” no response. “great.” luther got up, before being forced to sit back down by one of ben’s tentacles.
“what’s the rush? stick around till marcus is back.” “if you play nice with us, you won’t have to go back to your family in pieces.” chris hovered over to luther menacingly. “my family will come for me.” the latter warned seriously. no they won’t.
“wonderful,” ben wiped his mouth, “in the meantime, make yourself at home,” standing up himself, he threw an orange in his hand, “oh! and uh, before i forget — if you try to escape, fei’s birds will peck your eyes out and make a nest inside your skull.”
you waited for jayme to wash your plate, murmuring, “wonder how many times he has to say that threat before it becomes meaningless?” jayme snickered at that, snatching your plate from your hands and placing it in the sink, “go.” “thanks jay.” you patted her shoulder, retiring to your room.
sighing, you cracked your neck on both sides and allowed yourself to shapeshift into a mourning dove. it would help to blend in. ben had ordered you to follow any umbrella you could find to dig up information about them to report back to chris.
twittering ‘the oogum boogum song’ by brenton wood to yourself as you followed the car that two of the umbrellas had gotten into, you thanked the heavens that you had just managed to catch on to them. "wherever they were going, it's not going to be interesting," you said to yourself. nothing ahead for miles.
landing as quietly as possible on the roof of the car, you shapeshifted into a snail, letting your snail mucus cling to the hot surface. wincing at the heat of the sun glaring at you, you groaned. this was going to be a long ride.
all of a sudden, the car began jerking to the right. out of shock, you had shapeshifted into your original human form. holding onto the sides of the car for dear life, "jesus christ! they do have a death wish!" you screamed out of fear. fortunately for you, their windows were up and they were presumably shrieking as well. "you know what?! no twine, no birth mother!" one of them yelled. iconic, you thought.
as they parked, you transformed into a bird once more, perching on the side mirrors. "hey, look! there's a birdie! hi birdie! i'm klaus, nice to meet you!" 'klaus' petted you softly. it was actually soothing, similar to someone running their hands through your hair. "klaus leave the bird alone." the other one rolled his eyes. "come on, fives! it's just a bird, go look at your twine." klaus waved him off as five walked toward the ball of twine.
"come on," klaus held a finger out for you. deciding to humour him, you hopped on it. gasping loudly, he squealed, "five, look!" to no surprise, five ignored him, continuing to admire the ball. turning around, klaus judged the twine, tilting his head. "i don't know why, but i thought it'd be a lot bigger." "seems pretty big to me." "eh."
"here's the real question, how do you know your birth mother is in Pennsylvania?" you fluttered to sit on klaus' shoulder, wanting to know his response as well. "well," he took his sunglasses off, "because i was on the ass end of a two-week bender,"
he stumbled over to five, "and i can't tell you the exact date because we were boofing Xanax and the whole business, but Amy Winehouse was at the top of the charts. so that puts us somewhere, where? in the mid to late aughts?" he sniffed.
"i helped myself into dad's office, looking for the key to the safe cause he had pogo lock up all the stealables. but instead, i found a treasure trove of our family history told in expired check stubs," you couldn't understand a single word he just spat out. "i was too messed up to, uh, do anything about it, too scared to look her up. but always in the back of my mind, i wondered why she sold me off for three grand,
"i mean come on, she couldn't have held out for five? six?" you chirped a couple of times, trying to tell him off without actually telling him off. i don't think a woman who gave birth days ago would care about the money more than the child she was about to sell. "you see anything about my mother?" five's eyes were squinted, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"no. sorry." there was a moment of silence, a mutual understanding. you knew why klaus would want to search for his mother, you would have too if given a chance. "why now?" five asked what you were thinking. "well, duh. dad disowns us. grace isn't grace. ben's... gone." you tuned out the rest of what he was saying. so it's true. they did know your family, just, not precisely, your family, per se.
what did they mean by dad disowned them? did they come from an alternate universe where instead of the sparrow academy being the superheroes in town, it was the umbrella academy? you shuddered, you couldn't imagine not growing up in that mansion and living with whomever your birth mother was, not knowing any of the sparrows. or even abandoned on the side of the street, hoping for someone to adopt you.
"well, can you really call what we had a family?" five smiled. there it was again. another multi-million dollar question. you never considered the sparrow academy your family, maybe acquaintances, since none of you genuinely treated each other as siblings. it was too competitive. you had to be careful around the house, one false move and boom. demoted. exactly what happened with ben.
"no it's more like a-" "institute for snarky delinquents." five finished. they shared a laugh. "and you know, not a good one, at that." you doubted that. you didn't know where they came from, nor what they had been through, but it was clear that they held a lot of love and truly cared for each other.
in a certain way, you envied their relationships. it was one thing your 'family' could never have. you chirruped, attempting to create an angry sound, only for klaus to coo at you.
"but what is family? what is it?" klaus wondered, and honestly, you wouldn't have been able to answer. what is family? "it's like some kind of giant... ball of twine that can never be untangled." fair enough.
"a giant ball of obligation i've been pushing uphill my entire life." five sighed. aw. "and the older you get, the bigger it gets. and the more you try and untangle it..." "and you watch it roll and roll..." they spoke in unison next, "and what's the point?"
"hey, i'm glad you came along," klaus wavered. you felt like an intruder. flapping your wings, you waited on the car side mirror, letting the brothers speak. you were jealous, at that point. none of your 'siblings' ever appreciated each other. it was all about the fame. in one word, you all were power-greedy. perhaps you were jealous, after all.
christ on a motherfucking bike, five's music taste is horrifying. you had been in your bird form for an hour or so. there was no point in spying on them if they were apart. klaus had gone to find his amish mother and five had decided to drive a bit further away to sing along to his countryside music.
ten minutes in and you couldn't take it anymore. previously resting on the grassy field next to the car, you had transformed back. "for fuck's sake! change the music!" you yelled, scaring five nearly half to death. "what the fuck?! you're a bird?!" "i'm not a bird, genius. i'm a shapeshifter, that's why i look the same age as you."
"were you spying on us the whole time?!" you blinked, "i'll let you work that out yourself." "i don't even know which one you are." five stared incredulously. you answered with your name simply.
five put a hand on his forehead, map long forgotten in his hand. "you- why?" you hummed, "bored." standing up, you reached over him to switch off the radio. he eyed you uneasily. "don't worry, cinco. i'm not going to hurt you," you paused, "as of now."
"well, i'm assuming you want to know about my family." you shook your head, "don't need to, already got everything." you had assumed that five at least knew that luther was being held hostage by your siblings. he didn't.
as he opened his mouth to speak, a wave washed over the two of you. turning to the now empty field, you exchanged a look with him. "oh, can't i get one fucking day off?" you inclined your head toward him, "not your first time?" five exhaled sharply, concealing his frustration, "you have no idea."
"that doesn't make sense." five had begun writing equations on the windows of the car, wanting to solve whatever was happening. deciding to help, you had actually pointed out a lot of his careless mistakes. "no, no, you see, you got the equation wrong the first time, right? so then-" "wait stop you're going to smudge the writing-" "five shut the fuck up this is the fifth time you've interrupted-" "five! five!" "can i speak without being interrupted once for-" "start the car, would ya?!"
"wait, shit that's klaus!" you tapped five's shoulder aggressively. "hang on, give me a second to-" "shit, shit, shit! anger Amish people 6 o clock!" five finally turned away from the car, grumbling. klaus was waving his hands like a madman at that point, "five! start the car! hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!" five rushed to the driver's side, "why can't you just get along with people, huh?!"
you plopped yourself onto the backseats. "i tried! really, i did! i tried!" "wait! wait!" an Amish woman called, alerting klaus. "hold on one second!" "we're going to die if you don't start this car right this instant!" you screeched into five's ear. "what do you think i'm doing right now?!" the engine finally roared, reassuring all of you. "klaus it's now or never!"
with one final holler of his name, klaus stepped into the passenger's seat. "drive!" you kicked his seat, just as the amish men chased after the car. "this whole timeline's chock-full of riddles. get this. my mom died here before i was even born!" five slammed on the brakes, sending the car to a halt and your head collided with the back of his seat. "well screw you too." you rubbed your forehead.
"what did you just say?" five demanded, eyes wild. "yeah." klaus handed the notebook over to him, you leaning over to read. "hey five, you know there's a third presence here in the car, right?" klaus goggled, "and how long have you been here?"
"irrelevant." five pushed your face back without looking away from the book in his lap. "wait, five, if none of you was born, you shouldn't have existed-" "thank you, for reminding me." "no, listen, the grandfather paradox." "how much do you know about it?" "not much, only through books and all." "what the hell are we talking about?" klaus butted in. the atmosphere was getting tenser and tenser. five went quiet, "we have to go back. now."
running inside the lobby with them, you had settled for staying with the umbrellas for a while. they definitely knew more than your family who wouldn't give two shits about it. "okay, gather around, people." five announced. "where is- where- where's luther?" "wait, you guys haven't noticed?" you asked, taken aback. "noticed what? and what the hell are you doing here?" diego pointed at you.
"we took him hostage like this morning? because we thought you had Marcus, apparently not." you shrugged. "why would we have marcus?" allison asked accusingly. "he's gone- whatever," you waved your hands, "we have bigger problems than him."
you had returned to the sparrow academy. shutting the grand doors, you prayed they didn't make the squeaky sounds. they did. ben's calls of your name echoed through the halls. cursing underneath your breath, you stood in your spot, waiting for him. "where the hell have you been? you were supposed to come back ages ago?"
"ben there's a lot going on and i-" "i don't care. i'm number one now and it's me you should be listening to." ben's voice overlapped yours. "i actually can't deal with you right now." walking past him to the stairs, you bumped into him with your shoulder. for the love of fuck, there's a reason why he was the least favourite sibling.
passing by sloane's room, you hesitated. knocking on her door, you noticed muffled giggles and shuffling. a cheeky grin was plastered on your face as she opened the door. your nose wrinkled, "i can practically smell the sex in your room." she blushed furiously. "let's go to my room, but go and shower first."
you had explained the best you could about what was happening and where you were the entire day. sloane fisted your bedsheets nervously, "it's not that bad, though, right? i mean, nothing's happened so far." "i don't know. this paradox was supposed to be just a theory. it's impossible to tell what will happen and what won't."
"anyway, how was it?" you poked her crisscrossed legs, wanting to change the depressing topic. "i'm not talking about sex with you! not when you look like a kid now!" sloane flopped on your bed, hugging one of your pillows, "besides, you have a little crush as well! you don't see me asking you about him!" you scoffed, "i do not have a crush."
"please. it's painfully obvious. you were holding back the first time you fought with five. you asked luther about his family this morning before you left, specifically him. and, you volunteered to spy on the umbrellas and knowing you you chose him to spy on, how right am i?" sloane had a shit-eating grin on her face.
rolling your eyes, you laid down next to her, "yeah, yeah, okay. fair enough. wish i could have an easy relationship like the one you're in too," you groaned. "you could if you just talked to five. luther said he seems to like you," she nudged your shoulder with hers. "okay, now you're bluffing. i talked to five today, and he was not interested."
"you say that about every single crush you've ever had that liked you back," she pointed out. you considered it, "should i?" "yes!" sloane hit you lightly, "i keep telling you to!" you raised your hands as surrender, "okay, okay. i'll find the right time! he's a tad scary." she nodded in agreement, murmuring, "yeah."
you had been avoiding the umbrellas for as much as possible after you witnessed the death of jayme and alphonso. to be honest, you had expected your feelings for five would disappear, your brain had been convincing you that he wasn't even at the scene and didn't know about it until after. but deep down, your heart nagged you that five wouldn't have cared about their deaths either way.
swallowing your pride, you pushed the spinning doors of hotel obsidian. finding klaus sitting all by himself at the bar, you took the slightly askew stool. "go get 'em, buddy." he smiled at nothing. tapping his shoulder timidly, you weren't sure if he hated you.
you weren't sure if you were glad or miffed by his unconcerned expression. singing your name, klaus poured you a shot, cheered you and downed his without waiting. gagging at the burning sensation in your throat, you decided to settle for water. "you just missed five, by the way," klaus belched.
a little disgusted, you made yourself comfortable in your seat, "your point?" he giggled, "you like him, he likes you," he clinked two glasses together, "fireworks." you blinked twice, dragging out a "no." "lord, you both are clueless as hell," klaus pouted, "i thought you guys were the big bad heroes who can do anything? what happened with that?"
you raised an eyebrow, "who suggested that?" klaus shushed you, "the point is," he tapped your nose, "methinks you two can just get together and be a ridiculously," he breathes in, "pretty and hot couple!" "so you're saying he likes me?" you slanted your body forward, keen on figuring out whether you should approach five or not.
klaus gasped, in shock or joy, you couldn't tell, "he does! five may look like a little, teen psycho, but so do you!" well, he's not wrong. "so in conclusion, you two would be a banging couple!" alright.
"so you like me back?" five asked nonchalantly as if this was a regular conversation about the weather. gulping, you played it off as a cough, "yeah." "huh," he placed his hands in his pockets. "are you going to ask me out anytime soon?" god, this was so embarrassing, you thought, but what other options are there? he's clearly not making a move. he pondered that question for a moment, "no, i don't think i will." with that, he sauntered off, "you coming along?" "not like i have a say in this, anyway," you muttered, following him.
a/n: sorry for this shit ending but i just don't see five being the type to cave in so easily 😭 i feel like he'd play hard to get at first.
Spn really did say that the human soul is like an explosion. It burns bright and hot and fast and then when you go to hell it smokes out, and you become the gunpowder-smelling aftermath of a particularly concussive firework. And, you know, heaven is just a nuclear reactor when you think about it. All those souls, slotted into their little rods, reliving their most precious memories over and over so heaven doesn’t get sent into overload. What do you think it was like, when castiel flew down and rescued a righteous man from hell? What did he see? A nuclear bomb partway through exploding, the mushroom cloud just beginning to bloom. No wonder he was lost, in the face of that unholy light, divine destruction. No wonder he looked at the radiance of a soul on the edge of burning out and forgot about the light of heaven. Of course he stuck around to watch, to bask in the decaying light of a decaying man constantly on the edge of flaring into something brighter than the sun. And when his soul finally does catch, and he smokes out with an unparalleled level of violence, this too is radiant. This mushroom cloud of radioactive fallout just as apocalyptic as the explosion it once was. It’s, you know. Still beautiful. Still dean winchester.
Cool for the Summer - Alexia Putellas x Reader
Summary: you end up dancing with Alexia at a club, two days before your first leg match against Barcelona in the Champions League.
You’d made a beeline to the bar with Jill, sipping your drink as you glanced around, swaying slightly to the music, the energy of the club motivating you to move as you spotted a group heading into the dance floor. Meeting Jill’s eyes, you gestured to the dance floor after the two of you had finished your drinks. The rest of your Wolfsburg teammates were somewhere in the club, but the Barcelona ladies were the life of the dancing party at the moment. Jill nodded, leaving her empty glass on the bar as you took her hands, keeping an eye out for anyone specific. The last thing either of you wanted was drama, but maybe Mapi and Ingrid wouldn’t see Jill, and it's not like they'd recognise you. So, maybe everything would be okay.
Dancing with Jill, the two of you laughed together, the song choices questionable at times until Jill leaned in, talking into your ear about making a song request and signalling over to the rest of your teammates. One of your fellow teammates came over, you didn't see who but the two were heading away towards the DJ, leaving you alone on the dance floor.
Your laugh was unheard over the music, but the next song choice had you laughing into your hand, glancing around the dance floor as Want To Want Me played. Your eyes widened as Jenni from Barcelona’s team danced her way over, having spotted you dancing alone as she offered you her hands, pulling you towards her group with a grin. Dancing with the Barcelona team, Everytime We Touch played as you spotted Jill finally getting to make her request, meeting her grin across the room at you before you stumbled over your own feet, falling into the arms of Barcelona’s captain, Alexia.
Opening your mouth to apologise, you promptly closed it as Alexia’s hands remained on your waist, swaying as the music changed to Despacito. You grinned into Alexia’s shoulder about the song as she held onto you, the two of you continuing to dance together as the other Barcelona girls danced around you both. A familiar piano tune restored your confidence as you realised what song Jill had requested, smiling at Alexia as your fingers moved to play with the baby hairs on the back of her neck, taking control of the dance as Cool for the Summer played.
“Got my mind on your body and your body on my mind…”
Biting your lip, you twirled Alexia around, smiling with your bottom lip between your teeth at her momentary shock, her hand cupping your face to prompt you into releasing your lip. Your face burned as you stared into her eyes, about to lean in when you spotted your Wolfsburg teammates trying to get your attention from the corner of your eye.
“Save me one more dance?” You asked, leaning in to whisper in her earher ear before stepping away. Bringing her hand up to your mouth to kiss it, you disppeared into the crowd as Alexia remained, smiling softly as she brought her hand to her chest.
“What’s going on?” You asked as Jill looped her arm through hers, face falling as you realised everyone from Wolfsburg was leaving, and you wouldn’t get your dance with Alexia. Even as you turned back to look into the club, spotting Alexia dancing with Jenni before Lena caught your attention, and the club was out of view.
Two days later: the Wolfsburg vs Barcelona game.
An elbow nudging you in the ribs broke you from your staring contest with the laces of your boots, looking up to spot Jill sat next to you, her knee bumping yours as she smiled, about to open her mouth and remind you of the events of two days ago but you shook your head.
“I know, I know, I don’t think they’ll recognise me anyway, I’m not that recognisable. Plus, nobody’s going to care, it’s a champion’s league match, everyone just wants to win.” You chewed your lip, squealing as Jill pulled you into her arms, tickling your sides as she argued you were plenty recognisable. Sticking your tongue out at her, you rolled out of her arms and off of the bench onto your feet, smirking at your friend before hurrying to join your other teammates for warmups outside.
Barcelona were on the other side of the pitch, warming up as you hurried over to join in, Jill right behind you as you all broke into your rhythms.
It was the first leg of the UEFA Women’s Champions League semi finals, and you were watching from the bench for half-time in five minutes, but there your team was, forty minutes in and Barcelona had already scored four goals. The 38th minute goal twisted your stomach into knots as you realised who it was from Barcelona that had scored. It was her. Barcelona’s captain, the woman you danced with at the club, the woman you wanted to kiss, and the woman you asked to save you one more dance. Alexia Putellas.
61 minutes in, you were subbed on for Alex Popp, running onto the pitch as Popp exited from the other side, walking around the edge as you got into position.
Yet, 3 minutes later, 64 minutes in, your messy tackle sent Alexia onto the ground, landing on her hands and knees, whilst the ball rolled away, your face regretful as you stood up, the yellow card in the air as you walked it off. You couldn’t meet Alexia’s eyes, so you didn’t see the realisation on her face as you turned around, her memory of you from the club flickering through her mind before she shoved it back, focussing as Mapi passed her the ball to resume play.
At the 70th minute, Jill managed to score, with a VAR check for possible offside, everyone stood around waiting for the verdict. Your gaze locked onto the pitch, not daring to look up at Jill, or accidentally meet Alexia’s intense gaze. Brushing off the possibility Alexia would recognise you as anything but the Wolfsburg player who got a yellow for tackling her, the same words you’d said before to Jill echoed in your head. You weren’t that recognisable, and everyone here just wanted to win. Nobody cared about your identity. Nothing else mattered. Even at 4-1 to Barcelona.
Jill was subbed off at the 76th minute, and now your captain had a yellow card and Alexia was taking a penalty kick. Goal. Your gaze followed the Barcelona captain as she celebrated with her team, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as the game continued.
5-1 to Barcelona. The first leg was Barcelona’s. Alexia had been subbed off at 90 minutes for Engen to come on, whilst another familiar face from the club was subbed on at 89 minutes, Leila Ouahabi.
Walking around the pitch, you hesitantly shake hands with some of the Barcelona players, freezing as you saw recognition in some of their eyes before you hurried away, looking for Jill.
It wasn’t Jill that you found as you headed towards the tunnel though. Instead, you met the eyes of the player you’d been avoiding, because you regretted tackling her so messily, plus, you owed her a dance.
Swallowing nervously, you gave Alexia a soft smile, not daring to speak as you glanced away, missing the smile she sent you back.