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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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Peter Parker x Reader

Requested|| (ANON) If this is not too much trouble, could I request something with the reader always trying to run from relationships because all the men in her life hurt her, and then she meets Peter and she's trying so hard not to fall for him, so he starts thinking that there's something wrong with him, until she tells him that she doesn't wanna get hurt again and he's all like 🥺 I'd never hurt you and it's all fluff?

Warnings|| major angst, slight smut but nothing crazy (minors dni)

Author’s Notes|| this kinda sucks but oh well someone will like it lmao

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You sat at the bar wallowing in sadness as if the world’s problems revolve around you. You felt stupid and selfish but you could brush the feeling. You downed yet another drink waving the waiter for another who smiled sympathetically before handing you another glass.

“Hey,” a familiar pulled you from your sulking.

“How’d you find me?” you said quietly.

“Got lucky I guess,” that was a lie; he swung throughout all of downtown New York for the past hour looking for you.

“I suppose you here cause…” you trailed off.

“What happened?” he sat down next to you.

You were hanging with Peter in his room playing video games. You two had a beer just talking as friends do.

Friends.

Friends don’t usually sit this close to each other.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just feeling a little tired,” you responded.

“You want to stay here tonight?”

“I- I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I insist. It’s pretty late and a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out so late.”

“Peter.”

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t call me that,” you mumbled.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncom-”

“Maybe I should go,” don’t let him in; he’s just gonna break your heart like the rest of them.

“Y/n,” he stood up with you.

“Why are you running?”

“What?” you defended.

“You’re running away from me. This isn’t the first time you've done this," he explained walking up to you. You instinctively backed away almost insulting Peter. The look in his face was as if you broke his heart. You felt overwhelmed and you needed to get out.

You pulled open the door abruptly hearing your name being shouted. You hurried down the stairs to the busy streets of New York instantly hailing a cab. He asked where to and you gave him a bill telling him however far it would take you.

Peter ran back upstairs freaking out. He pulled his phone out and tried calling you first, he honestly didn’t know what had happened. Peter’s had an infatuation with you since the day you walked through the door in his class.

You two quickly became friends and although Peter wanted something more you always declined his advances and Peter respected that. That didn’t stop him from sharing his fair share of flirty comments that you had always seemed to laugh at. But this time he knew he fucked up calling you pretty but he doesn’t exactly know why it scared you so much.

He suited up quickly and flew out the window searching every bar, club, cafe, library that you could possibly be in. His heartbeat quickened every passing minute that he couldn’t find you until after over an hour of searching and panicking and no response to his phone calls he finally found you. He quickly changes before heading inside as naturally as he could possibly act to not make you even more uncomfortable.

“Hey.”

“I don’t know,” you responded to him.

“Is it me? Is there something wrong with me? Did I do something out of line?”

“No, it’s not you, Peter,” you said, slightly raising your voice but not enough to draw attention.

“Can you at least explain to me what’s making you upset because I hate seeing you like this,” Peter said softly.

“I was just having a bad day,” you lied.

“The other day too? I know there’s something bothering you and I want to help you; I really care about you.”

“You can’t help me,” you said frustratingly.

“Why?” he urged.

“Because it’s about you!”

“But-”

“Gah! Peter, just- ugh!” you rubbed your face stressfully. You don’t want but the way you treated him and how you’ve done this too many times to be considered ‘a bad day’, you owe him an explanation; no matter how hard it’ll be to admit.

“Y/n,” he whispered, reaching out to touch you, making you flinch.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked fearfully.

"No! It’s not that,” you teared up.

“Peter, I’m falling in love with you and it terrifies me,” you whispered, stray tears falling gracefully down your cheeks.

“What?” Peter was indeed surprised. Of course he dreamed about what it would be like if you loved him back but because of the way you avoided him and avoided even the topic of relationships altogether, this was the last thing he was expecting you to say.

“All my life, I thought there was something wrong with me. I was so confused how people can just break someone’s heart so easily. And yet, I still fell in love, over and over again just to get hurt in the end. It went on too long, and I let it. I told myself love is dead. Then I met you. You ruined my plans of dying sad and alone. I tried so hard to not fall but I can’t help it. The second I see you, I get these butterflies in my belly, and it feels like my skin crawls but like not in a bad way, you know? And I’m scared; it scares me,” you cried.

“Y/n,” Peter whispered, bringing his hand up to your back, rubbing softly.

“I’m so sorry that you had to go through all that and I know that my words and promises won’t do much. I just want you to at least hear me. You are the beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on, just being around you is enough to make me feel happier. Everyday I wake up thinking about you and-nand I go to sleep with you on my mind. All I do think about you; your smile, your eyes, your lips, your- your body,” he mumbled the last part shyly.

“Y/n, I- I want to be the one that loves you; so much that you wouldn’t even think about heartbreak, you’d forget what it feels altogether."

His words hit you hard. You wanted that; you were so tired of running away but you don’t know if you can handle one more heartbreak; especially from Peter, the guy you fell so hopelessly in love with. Is it worth the risk?

“I just want to feel loved, truly and genuinely loved,” you cried.

Peter moved your hair from your face and wiped the tears with his thumb. One look into his dreamy brown eyes and you fell. Hard.

Peter pressed you against the back of his bedroom door. His lips were soft and velvety against yours. Your hands were intertwined and your stomach couldn’t help the eruption of butterflies. You’ve never particularly felt this emotive before for someone especially so intimately. His lips kissed the shell of your ear so softly you barely felt it.

“My pretty girl,” he whispered before pulling you to the bed.

You sat down lifting your arms for Peter who slowly pulled your hoodie over your head. He kneeled in front of you and pressed kisses down your torso making you wiggle and giggle. His hands cupped your breasts softly, squeezing playfully as his teeth nipped at your skin along your belly.

He brought his hands to your bottoms and you lifted your hips to let him take it off. Once he did, he stood up quickly removing his one clothes and you sat up reaching out to touch his extremely toned torso. He grabbed a condom from the drawer beside the bed and hummed softly at your hands that roamed his body lovingly.

He rolled the condom over his throbbing cock, crawling over you with a devilish smirk. He dipped his head in the crook of your neck kiss softly making you softly moan and sigh in pleasure. Your belly burned with desire aching for his cock. You wrapped your legs around his hips hissing when he pushed himself past your slick folds.

“You’re a bit bigger than I anticipated,” you choked out.

“You need a minute?” he cupped your face.

You weakly nodded holding onto Peter tightly. Once you felt better and the pressure slowly dissipated, Peter brought his hips back and pushed again in you slowly. Your moans bounced off the walls as Peter thrusts sped up.

“You feel so good, baby,” you pressed his forehead against yours.

“Fucking hell,” Peter breathed out.

His thrusts became sloppily and your skin slapped against each other loudly. You moans got louder and higher and Peter’s lower and rougher. Soon enough you couldn’t hold it any longer; your body contracting and tightening under him desperate to cum.

“Pete-”

“Go ahead, baby girl. Let go,” he looked into your eyes.

You let your orgasm rip through you, letting your back arch into Peter and your toes curl. Peter’s mother opened but no sound came through as he reached his own high. His arms gave out after he climaxed and collapsed atop of you. Your body slightly trembled as you calmed yourself.

“Please, please don’t break my heart,” you cried.

“I promise. I could never hurt you,” he kissed you passionately. He could taste your salty tears that stained your lips and tugged on his heart. He held you closely as you fell asleep never once letting go. And for once you felt loved.

Truly, and genuinely loved.

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thesetrashimagines · 4 years

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The Man Pt.3

A Peaky Blinders Imagine (reader insert)

Warnings: Fighting, blood, swearing, and nudity.

GIF is not mine!

Pt.2 Pt.4

Summary: The deal has been made and you have a long night of fighting ahead of you.

AN: It’s a kind of a big one, hope you don’t mind :)

After shaking hands, Arthur left to go back to the private room. Leaving you stood there with a whole audience staring at you, “I’ve got a fight tomorrow night.” You turned to your group with a wide smile, “I got a fight tomorrow night!” The 5 men stood and surrounded you and yelled to the bartender to keep the drinks coming. Everyone in the pub cheered and congragulated you. You were sat down with the lads again when people started coming up to your table asking about the fight and who you all were. Peter and Cal, being the dramatic men they are, stood on the table together. Swaying slightly from the alcohol and annouced, “Tomorrow night we have a gracious fight for you-” Peter interrupted Cal, swinging an arm around the man’s neck, “You wonderful folk!” Both men smiled big at the people standing around the table. “This here is Adi! He’s gonna be kicking some poor bastards arse tomorrow night!” Cal nodded enthustastically, “Yes! And everyone here should attend! It will be the best entertainment you’ve ever seen!”

The bar keep yelled at them to get down or get tossed out, “Oi! You think you have some fucking power over me? You fu-!” Dante pulled Peter down by the arm before he could get the rest out, “Shut up you drunkard, we’ll get kicked out if you keep that up” He shot daggers back up to Cal, “You too! Get off the fucking table.” Cal waved finger guns at Dante before jumping off the table, causing a few girls to yelp in surprise. “Sorry miss I didn’t mean to frighten you, I can buy you a drink as an apology?” Dante hit his face with the palm of his hand.

Peter taunted, “You don’t have a chance Cal!” He stood up from his seat and sauntered over to Cal’s group of girls.

“Should I tell his wife?” Dante turned back around and rose his brows at the three of you. “I mean go for it, I'd love to hear Nina give him an ear full.” You responded. “No no he wouldn’t do that to her. Look he’s coming back with Cal now.” At Nik’s words you diverted your eyes to the burly shape of Peter with Cal under his arm. “Peter you thick headed fuck! Let me go!” Peter threw Cal onto the cushion where he bounced and ended up leaning against Dante, “Dante mate, why don’t women love me?” Peter crossed his arms and let out a loud laugh. “Cal you haven’t met the right one yet.” Dante patted Cal’s cheek and shifted him to sit upright. “You won’t if you ask them what kind of fabric their bloomers are made out of.” Peter sat down with another laugh and slapped his hand onto the table, making some of Theo’s drink slosh over the side. “Pete watch what you’re doing!” Theo picked up his glass and started licking up the sides trying to catch the spilt whiskey. “Peter shut up you have a wife.” Cal leaned his head back onto the booth, “you lot have been together since you were in diapers, it ain’t that easy for us.” Nik laughed, “You’re right Cal it ain’t easy.” He tilted his glass to Cal who picked up his own and clinked it against Nik's, then both men drank.

“Cal I wouldn’t get too upset,” you jutted your head forward, “theres a girl coming over right now.” You watched as Cal’s eye drifted in that direction and then he choked on his drink. “Bloody hell mate don’t die.” Theo reached over the table and hit Cal on the back. “Alright alright you brute, I’m fine now.” Cal waved off Theo.

“Excuse me gentlemen, which one of you is the boxer?” You all looked at each other and laughed. “Well miss you see, we’re all boxers.” Nik looked at the girl and then to Cal. “He’s the better one out of all of us though.” Pointing a finger at Cal, the girl looked at him and smiled. “So where have you fought?” Cal looked at Nik and winked then he slid closer to Dante, making room for the girl to sit, which she did. “Almost everywhere in Britain. My names Cal.” He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it, “and you?” She giggled and covered her lips. “Dixie, It’s nice to meet you Cal.”

You looked to Theo and faked gagged. He laughed at you then pretended to blow his brains out, you laughed back at him and swatted his arm. The two of you got into a fit of giggling quickly. “You two alright?” Nik looked at the both of you leaning on each other and laughing, hitting one another periodically. He could barely hear the high pitched whispers you two where exchanging. “Ted look at his moustache, It’s starting to flop down.” Letting out a wheeze you hit Theo on the chest and pointed towards Cal, who was sitting facing Dixie. “Ohhohoho look at ‘im!” Theo let out a cackle and leaned over to you, “Nikki's staring at us. Look! Look! Look!” You glanced over your shoulder before busting out in giggles, you tried to keep a straight face while maintaing eye contact with Nik. “I swear you two get fucking stupid when you’re together. “ Shaking his head Nik looked at Peter's empty seat, “Where’d the fuck Peter go to?” Dante raised a finger and pointed to Peter who was singing with a group of people. “Theo! Peter’s singing!” You shouted and pointed at the red headed man blaring out lyrics. “He’s a fucking Banshee! OI PETER YOU SOUND LIKE A DYING CAT!” Theo lifted his hand to his mouth and shouted. You saw Dante cover his mouth trying to conceal his laughter.

“Dante go show ‘im how it’s done.” Dante’s eyes widened at your words, “I am not gonna sing.” You let out a loud dramatic sigh, “UGH! Dante you can fucking sing like an angel!” You hit Nik in the arm, “Right Nikki?” He put his arms on the back of the booth and smiled at Dante. “Yeah Adi. He does sing beautifully. If you pull out some spanish Dante, you’ll have the girls melted on the floor.” Theo laughed and layed his hand out on the table, “Yes! Dante you’ve got to!” Theo patted the table, you were sent into another fit of giggles. “Why the fuck are you patting the table for mate?” He looked at you with a clueless face before wheezing.

“Oh for fucks sake, here they go again.” Nik shook his head again and turned away from the two of you. “Seriously Dante I’ve been hearing you humming all night.” You flew yourself onto Nik’s back and locked an arm around his neck and pointed the other at Dante’s shocked face, “you either do 3 more shots with me or you sing.” Your tone of voice and the look on your face made Dante sigh before he downed the rest of his drink then reached over and downed yours. “Fuck it.” He climbed onto the table and started singing. “AYE DANTE BOY LEMME HEAR YA!” Peter spun around to face Dante and laughed aloud with rosey cheeks and a open smile. You, Nik, and Theo had your arms around each other and swayed side to side with the beat of Dante’s voice. Cal stood up with his girl and started dancing with her. The rest of the pub joined in. You opened your eyes and saw the private room door open. The man that you met outside of the Peaky Blinders building was stood there and was, once again, smoking. He was watching the scene in front of him expressionless.

Theo and Nik noticed your quietness and asked if you were alright. You nodded and went back to singing along with Dante. At this point he was singing a Spanish song, one he taught you not too long after meeting you. He was pleasantly surprised when you told him you knew how to speak Spanish among other langauges.

He looked down at you from on top of the table and smiled. He pointed at you and waved his hand up. Then Theo basically put you on the table himself, you lost balance before Dante grabbed you and swung his arm around you. You returned the gesture and put an arm around his waist then the two of you belted out in drunken harmony.

“Oi! What’d I say about standing on the tables?” The barkeep came up to the front of your table and waved a dish towel about furiously. “GET OUT! THE LOT OF YA!” Theo stood up and you noticed the barkeep falter slightly at the sheer size of Theo. “Alright you two it’s time to go.” You leaned out towards Theo, “Theo I’m taller than you!” You laughed then took a step forward and slipped on the spilt alcohol, falling off the table. “Adonis!” Nik shot up and ran over to you. You were laying there facing the floor.

When Nik got to your side and knelt down next to you, he could hear you laughing. “You arsehole, he’s fine.” Nik looked up to Theo, “Can you take him out?” Theo nodded and reached down to pick you up, “Come on Adi, we’re going ‘ome.” Wrapping you arm around his neck, Theo stooped down to help you lean on him. “Theodore I don’t want to go home.” Soon Nik and Dante were standing around you, “Too bad Adi we’re leaving. Remember you’ve got a fight tomorrow.” Your eyes widened at Nik, “oh fuck...” You whipped around to Peter, “Pete let’s go!” Peter said his goodbyes to the group of people he had been with and came over. “Where the fuck is Cal?” The 5 of you were frantically looking around before Dante spoke up, “He’s outside.” Through the window by the door you could see Cal making out with Dixie who he had pushed up against the glass. “You and your little group need to go. Now.” The 5 of you turned to see the Peaky Blinders, “Hey look it’s the Peakys!” Peter pointed at them and shared a look of amusment with all of you. “Ugh you fuckers...come on boys the spoil sports are here, time to go.” You looked to the curly headed boy from the hospitial and flipped him off. He glenched his jaw then took a step forward but the men around held him back, “Not now Finn, remember what Arthur said.” You smiled at him and turned around to walk out the door but not before you eyed the smoking man again.

The 5 of you bustled out of the bar and Peter turned to Cal, “We’re leaving now Cal, to go back to Adonis’ so you either come with us or fuck your lassie at some hotel.” Cal pulled away from the girl and wiped his mouth, “Uhhh,” He turned back to the girl and kissed her again, “you’re coming to the fight tomorrow night right?” The girl unwrapped her arms from his neck, “Of course, I wouldn’t miss a good fight.” Cal smiled and pecked her cheek, “I’ll see you there.” As Cal caught up with your group, Peter and Theo shouted after the woman, waving at her, “See you tomorrow girlie!” She giggled and waved back at them. “Boys! Stop you’re embarrassing me!” Cal started smacking their hands down. You all laughed at him.

When you reached the doorstep to your apartment you turned to the men and told them sternly, “Now I have an elderly lady living next to me so no loud noises.” All of them nodded and entered through the threshold. “This a nice little place you’ve got ‘ere Adi.” Theo was looking at everything. Peter’s voice echoed from the kitchen, “You’ve got rum Adonis?” He came out holding the bottle, “this shit is fucking old too. Where’d you find this?” You lid down on the couch and threw your leg over the back of it. “Theres a general store a few streets from here and the owner had this shelf of rum and whiskey. You could tell they were old by the dust that was on the bottles, but mate,” you pointed a drunk finger at him, “that’s some good fucking shit. I took a couple of sips and I was in love.” You smiled with your eyes closed.

"That's a touching story and all Adi but where the fuck are we gonna sleep?" You slowly turned your head to Cal, "Well Casanova, one of you can sleep here and then I have a cot in my workshop, sadly my bed can only fit one person so..." You glanced around, "But if someone is really up for it, they can sleep in the bathtub. And after that we have this lovely floor." You turned onto your side and patted the floor. "You know what? I'll take the floor lads." You gracefully flopped onto the floor and grabbed a pillow off the couch. "Niiiigghht." The other 5 men looked at you them each other, "Adi get up you ain't sleeping on the floor." Nik stepped over to your body and gently nudged you in the thigh with his foot. "Adonis.....Adonis!" You whined, "whaaaat?" Nik huffed a laugh and shoved you with his foot again. "Come on. Up to bed with ya." Dante lid down on the couch, "I call the couch." The rest of the men took off to claim their beds for the night. "Theodore your fucking legs reach the fucking floor! Let me take the cot!" Cal complained.

"Go take Adi's bed he's out there on the floor still!" Nik shook his head, "Hey Adonis is sleeping in his own bed!" You groaned again and slowly got up. "Stop yelling!" You got up the steps with Niks help.

When you both entered your bedroom he closed the door. "Come here so I can checked you over again." You huffed and lid down face first into your bed. "Nikki I'm okay. I just wanna sleep." He rubbed his face and nodded. "Okay but you better take care of yourself when I leave this room." You knew what he meant, he wanted you to unbind and clean your stitches. You waved your hand at him and he left. You sat up and did what Nik asked. Unbinding your chest you let out a content sigh, next you undid Niks tie and took off the bandages. There was a little blood but you knew you would manage

Waking up the next morning hurt. You were sore all over and had a throbbing headache, you needed a bath. You walked out of your room and shuffled into your bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror and laughed. You looked rough. After brushing your teeth, you striped naked. You were excited to get clean but when you pulled back the curtain, there scrunched up in a ball, was a sleeping Theo. You let out a scream and tripped over your feet. ‘Clothes, I need clothes now!' You pulled up your boxers and frantically searched for a towel to cover yourself with; in your drunken state last night you decided it was too hot for a shirt. 'How did I forget that I had people over?!'

“Adi? What you yelling for?” Theo watched you with half lidded eyes as you scrambled around. “What’s got ya panicking?” You faced him with flushed face and a towel wrapped around your shoulders, “Nothing!”

You almost broke the door off with how hard you ripped it open. On the other side of it stood Dante and Cal. They looked at you in confusion wondering why you were gripping the edges of a towel so tightly around yourself and why you were breathing so heavily, “Adi?” Without sparing them a glance, you shoved past them into your room and slammed the door closed. Theo blinked a couple of times at Cal and Dante before realizing what had just happened.

A soft knock came to the door, “Adi?” It was Theo. “Mate you alright?” You walked over to the door and put your forehead on it with a thud. “I thought you were sleeping on the cot?” A muffled laugh sounded through the door, “No Cal woulnd’t stop nagging me so I just gave it to 'im.” You heard a scoff, “Yeah well what’d you expect? You didn’t fit on the fucking thing anyway.” There was a short pause, “And you thought a fucking bath tub was any better?” Dante busted out laughing and you could hear Cal stammering. “Adonis what had you freaking out?” You hit your head against the door again and groaned, “Because you almost saw me buckarse naked Theo!” The man behind the door roared in laughter with Cal and Dante joining in. “Can you please leave so I can actually get clean?” Your heart was still beating pretty fast at the thought of being caught. All you wanted to do was to relax. A few more chuckles came through the door before you got your answer, “Yeah apologies about that Adi.” You sighed, “It’s fine Theo...” It got silent once again and you slowly opened the door to peak through the crack. The coast was clear. You ran into the bathroom and finally let go of the towel, your fingers were stiff from gripping the fabric so tightly.

You got ready for the day and left the bathroom. You could hear the lads in the kitchen and by the smell of the house, they were having breakfast. The kitchen was a state. Cal and Dante were standing around the stove cooking some eggs, bacon, and toast. While Theo and Nik sat at the table talking about tonights fight. And lastly there was Peter, who was asleep face down on the table with a throw blanket draping over his shoulders.

Cal let out a whistle, “Look at that sight!” You gave Cal a once over and saw he was wearing an apron, ‘Where’d he get that from?’ You met his eyes, “D’you really just call me a sight?” Cal smiled sweetly, “I’m just saying you look good. You should let me borrow your clothes.” You barked out a laugh, “It’s not my fault you’ve got shit style Cal.” He let out a gasp as the other men in the room laughed at the two of you. “By the way you better clean up after yourselves. Oh and nice apron.” You opened the icebox and saw that the bottle of rum was gone, grabbing an apple you turned back to look at Peter, noticing the bottle grasped tightly in his hand.

“Seriously Peter?” You got no reply. Aiming for his head you threw the apple and yelled his name, “Peter!” The man shot up with wide eyes and looked around the room trying to figure out who and or what hit him. “The fuck you want?” Leaning against the icebox you crossed your arms. “You drank my good bottle of rum and drooled on my table, you owe me.” His eyebrows shot up, “Owe you? You bastard! I slept here on this table last night! I needed to the rum to knock me out! I don’t owe you shit!” You shrugged your shoulders and stood up off the icebox, “S’not my fault you didn’t claim the floor.” Peter laughed, “Peter McFought doesn’t sleep on the floor.” Nodding your head you let out a sarcastic, “Mhmm.” And turned to leave the kitchen.

Dante called out to you in a weird voice, “You gonna have breakfast sport?” Everyone was quiet for a moment, "What the hell was that?"

"My American accent..." The room boomed with laughter. “Don’t....ever....do that again.” You said in between laughs, “Dante that was horrible. How many Americans you think sound like that?” Nik put his hand down from his mouth. “I don’t know...most of them?” Nik slapped the table and leaned back in his chair laughing again.

Cal walked to the cupboards and started taking out plates. He lifted one and put all the bacon on it, then another for the eggs, and lastly another for the bread. “Be a lamb Adi and put these on the table.” You did as he asked then sat down. “Alrighty boys breakfast is served!”

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At the Shelby household, things were a little different. “You made a deal with who?” Arthur shifted in his seat then looked to Tommy, “That Adonis bloke, you know the one who broke into the Garrison.” The last few days your name has been the only thing leaving the Shelby’s mouths. “Why would you make a deal with ‘im!?” John stood up and waved an arm towards the wall. “John listen yeah he made me a deal I couldn’t refuse.” John’s eyes bugged as he looked at his brother, “A deal you couldn’t refuse? Arthur did you forget when we all agreed that he’s an assassin?!” Tommy was sat at the head of the table slouched back in his chair with a hand covering his face. “Arthur what deal did he make you?” John’s head snapped towards Tommy, “Tom-” Thomas held up his hand to silence his younger brother, “John sit down and let Arthur tell us what deal he couldn’t fucking refuse.”

Arthur straightened up in his seat, “So theres this man who has very close ties with one of the largest boxing companies in Britain.” Arthur took a breath, “Me and him have become good friends over the years you know? We’ve boxed together and you lot think I’m bad wait till you see this fucker-” “Get on with it Arthur.” Glancing at Tom, Arthur gave a nod and continued, “Well last night at the Garrison I left to go see what all that commotion was. I walked over to one of the tables near the back and there was Peter!” John let out a sigh. “After a short chat Peter asked me if he could use our ring for a fight. I said no at first Tom, but then he told me about this bloke named Adonis and how his name would get thousands of people to come and watch.” “Arthur, did Peter tell you if he already planned the fight?” He shook his head. “No Tom he didn’t, but! I said to ‘im ‘ow are we gonna get thousands of people to come on such short notice like that and he said that he could make a few phone calls and the place would be packed. Then after that I met the rest of them.” Tommy tilted his head a little, “The rest of them?”

“Yeah there was 5 of ‘em. Uhhh Nik, Cal, Theo, and I think ‘is name was Dante. But they’re all boxers, good ones too Tom. Big names in the boxing world.” Tom nodded, “What about Adonis?” Arthur let out a huff of laughter, “You should’ve seen his face Tom.” Arthur rubbed a hand over his mustache, “But you know I shook hands with the man and he told me ‘ow if he won the fight he would give me all his earnings and what ever bets placed on ‘im. As an apology for you know-” “Yes I know Arthur.” “But Tom if Peter brings as many people as he said he will, thats a fuck lot of money.” Arthur had both arms out on the table with his palms up. “Yeah I guess you’re right. Besides you already agreed to this without the rest of us so we have no choice but to accept.” Everyone was silent. Then Polly spoke up, “So we have a fight to watch tonight?” Michael looked up at the ceiling as if asking for guidance, “No mum last time you were around that man you wanted to fuck him. I’m not letting you go anywhere near him.” Polly rose a single brow, “I am a grown fucking woman and your mother, “ She pointed her hand holding a cigarette towards Michael, “I will do as I fucking please and you will watch what you say to me.”

Thomas stood from his spot and clapped his hands together, “Alright we all know what’s happening tonight. Meetings over.” The room was empty except for Tom and Arthur who stopped at the door, “You won’t regret this Tom.” Tommy lit a cigarette and took a puff, “I hope I don’t Arthur."

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You and the boys were making your way to the ring to get a look at what tonight would be like. “So none of you brought a fucking car?” Nik rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “I might of crashed the last one.” You stopped and gawked at him, “YOU CRASHED THE CAR I BOUGHT YOU!?” Nik ran over and covered your mouth, “Don’t be so loud! And yes I did but you should blame Dante.” “Me!? The hell I do?” Peter spoke up, “They wanted to do that thing you do Adi, what’s it called again?” Theo answered him, “Drift.” “Yeah! That! They wanted to try drifting!” You pulled yourself away from Nik. “You, Nikolai, are a big hypocrite.” “How?!” “You made this big fuss over me getting shot while YOU crashed a car! The one I bought you!” You smacked both hands onto your face and bent your head back towards the sky, “That car was so expensive.”

Peter patted your back, “It’s alright Adi he’s learned his lesson now. Haven’t you Nikki?” Nik looked at you with his big doe eyes and nodded, “I really am sorry Adi.” You waved him off and continued walking ahead of them, “It’s alright. Let’s just go look at the ring.”

Peter pushed the door wide open and with his arms still raised, did a 360. “Look at this place lads!” He faced you with a wide smile. “Smells like ‘ome eh?” Dante laughed, “Yep smells like blood and sweat.”

Nik walked up to the ring and slid under the ropes into it. “Holy fuck.” Nik bounced around on his feet a bit, “It’s bouncey!” Theo ran over and slid under the ropes and joined Nik, “It is! Just like London!” Dante was walking through the rows of seats while Cal was doing the same but on the balcony, “Adonis they’ve got a fucking balcony like Liverpool!” You turned and waved to Cal. Peter was stood beside you but then he dashed off towards the ring, “Oi it’s not a fucking trampoline!” Theo and Nik were leaping at each other and swinging fists. “Fight! Fight!” Dante had both arms up and was cheering, “Get ‘em Nikki!” Cal joined in. You shook your head and laughed.

You walked to the back of the building where a small gym was planted. A few punching bags were hung up, a pull up bar was ear the back, weights were stacked against a wall, and some jump rope was hung around a metal post.

You shook off your jacket and rolled up your sleeves. ‘It’s been a minute since I've practiced.’ You took stance and threw your first punch, hitting the bag in the middle. ‘Those fucking stupid gun dealers were a headache to deal with.’ You jabbed the bag in a quick succession. ‘I haven’t even been paid for that yet.’ The bag swung back and as it was coming forward, you roundhouse kicked it. The bag swung in a circle now. ‘I should go visit that arsehole and demand my money. Who makes someone run into a barn full of armed men?’ You delivered another round of quick hits, the chain holding the bag shook violently. Taking a step back, you rounded up and punched the bag a little higher than your head. You watched as the bag flew backwards then forwards and land on the floor. You knocked it off the hook.

“That’s a good swing you’ve got there Adonis.” A voice broke your trance. Looking up you made eye contact with the blue eyed chain smoker. “Thanks, how’d you know my name?” He pulled out a cigarette and gestuered one to you, “My brothers and aunt haven’t stopped talking about you the last few days.” Shaking your head, you declined his offer. “Polly?” He put his cigarette to his lips and lit it. “Yeah that’s her.” You nodded.

“Adonis lad whatcha doing back ‘ere?” Theo came marching in and looked around quickly before settling on the man in front of you, “ ‘ello.” Theo stuck out a hand, “I’m Theo and I’m guessing you’re the boss ‘round ‘ere?” The man shook Theo’s hand. You could tell by the little muscles in his face that he was trying to mask his surprise at how strong Theo shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Theo, Tommy Shelby.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth, “and I guess you could say I run the place.” Nik and Dante walked in behind Theo.

“Who’s this?” Nik questioned. “Tommy Shelby.” Nik threw a hand up in a wave, “Nikolai.” Dante came over to you, “You knocked it off the peg.” Looking down you nodded, “Yeah I uh..”

Noticing the far away sound in your voice and he put a hand on your back, “Well brother looks like you’re ready for tonight. I mean you were gone for 10 minutes and we come back here to find you with this poor punching bag on the floor.” You both shared a laugh.

“Oh Mr. Shelby what a surprise! Nice to meet ya, I’m Peter.” Peter came to the front and shook Tommys’ hand. “Arthurs told me a lot about you Mr. McFought.” Peter let out a hearty laugh, “Peter will do mate, my father is Mr. McFought.” You heard Cal before you saw him, “Where the fuck have you buggers gone to?” Dante turned to the opening, “In here you git!” Cal jogged towards you and Dante, “It’s rude to call someone that.” He smacked the back of Dante’s head. “You and me right now,” Dante grabbed Cal’s arm and dragged him out to the ring.

“Hey! Knock it off!” You ran out after them. They both were wrestling in the ring. “You’re two grown men and you’re acting like fucking children!” Cal stood over Dante with a boot on his chest, “He started it!” “I don’t give a fuck who started it Cal! Get out of there! We have company!” Nik, in his motherly fashion, came next to you and stood there with his hands on his hips as he yelled, “Cal what the fuck are you doing?!” Dante grabbed Cal by the waistband of his pants and threw him off, “I’ll fucking finish you right here!”

Nik looked at you for an explantion, “Dante called him a git.” Nik sighed and got into the ring. “I’ve had enough of this,” Nik had both men under each arm, “we were just given an opprotunity to fight, all of us.” Cal blew the hair out of his face. “So tell me why I come out here and find the two of you fucking around?” Dante let go of Nik’s forearm that had him pinned to the man’s side. “He hit me first.” “You called me a git!” Footsteps made you look to your side where you could see Peter and Tommy talking with Theo trailing behind them. “Get out there! They’re coming back!” The men in the ring stared at you in silence while the footsteps got louder. With panicked faces, they grabbed each other and tried to throw the other out of the ring. Once finally out, they all ran to stand beside you.

“What’s got you three so out of breath?” Peter had his eyebrows scrunched together. “Nothing Pete.” Dante leaned over his knees, “Dante don’t give me some bullshit.” Cal had his hair held up in a ponytail behind his head. “It really is nothing Peter.” You watched Peter’s face harden. “Adonis,” He turned to you, “what happened?” Peter was using his, what you called, ‘dad’ voice. “We had a friendly game of tag Pete.” You gave Peter a smile and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tommy raise his eyebrows. “You know what, nevermind.” Peter closed his eyes for a beat then grabbed Theo’s arm, dragging him forward. “Babysit them please. Nik come with me.” Nik fixed his hair and followed Peter. “I ain’t getting babysat.” You caught up with Nik.

“I apologise Tom. Sometimes the lads get a little stupid.” Peter said with a laugh. “It’s alright Peter, my brothers can get like that.” Tommy lead you to a small office that was at the end of a long hallway. “Please have a seat.” Tom pointed his chin in the direction of some chairs.

There was only 2 of them, meaning you had to stand awkwardly behind Nik. “So let’s talk buisness yeah?”

It had to be about an hour before you all agreed on some set terms. Dante would be fighting Tommy’s younger brother Finn, Nik was fighting a man named Isaiah, Cal was against Bonnie Gold (a good friend of his), Theo was placed with someone named Goliath, and lastly you. You were fighting Birminghams finest, Arthur Shelby. At first Peter was admant on no one fighting Arthur but you persisted saying you could do it. “No Adi you don’t understand. He’s a friend of mine, a real good one yeah and-” “What you scared for me or something?” Peter sighed, “No I just don’t want this to change anything between me and ‘im.” “Why’s that Peter?” Peter tore his gaze from you and looked at Tommy, “Adonis doesn’t fight like Arthur. Their styles are completely different.” You squeezed the back of Nik’s chair. “This is about my side ain’t it?” The room went quiet, “Peter for the love of God I told you and everyone else I’m fine. Why can’t you just trust me?” Nik’s shoulders tensed, “Tom do you have anybody else willing to fight?”

“I have one other person,” Nik sat forward and rest his arms on his knees. “Who is it?” Tom looked from Nik to you, “He goes by the name Hercules.” Nik let out a laugh. “Hercules. Peter he knows fucking Hercules.” Peter smiled sarcastically, “I know Nik I’m sitting right here.”

Hercules was one of the very few fighters who’ve beaten Nik in a match. They’ve fought each other twice, Nik winning the first and Hercules winning the second. And both men have been itching to fight again to lose the tie. “Oh no fucking way am I letting this go. I’m fighting him.” Nik spun around in his chair, “No no no. Adonis that man is almost four times your size!” You put a hand on Niks’ shoulder and fained a concerned face, “And Theo is almost 10 times but that hasn’t stopped me.” You stood tall and stepped to Tommy’s desk, “I’m fighting Hercules and the deal I have with Arthur still stands.” You put out your hand, Tommy stared at it for a bit. “We’ll take half of whatever you earn. The money you already gave covers the other bit.” He smiled and grapsed your hand. Feeling satisfied you left the office.

“You know he broke into my pub,”

Peter’s muffled yells echoed down the hallway, guess Tommy told him about your first encounter with each other.

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The building was packed. If someone wasn’t sitting down, they were standing against a wall. Any where you looked there was somebody there. Peter really pulled through.

You were laying on a bench in the little gym area with your eyes closed as you listened to the sounds around you. “So you’re the one who broke into the Garrison.” Opening a single eye you saw the freckled boy and the dark haired one from the hospital. “Apprently.” You put your head back down and sighed, “I watched you climb a four story building.” You let out a laugh, “Yeah I do that sometimes.” “Is this your first fight?” You sat up and looked at the pair, “No, yours?” The curly headed one shook his head and the other nodded, “First proper one.”

“I’m Finn.” “Isaiah.” You nodded, “Adonis.” “We know.” Letting out another laugh, “Your aunt Polly?” They both chuckled, “No John told us but Pol made sure to add her bit.” You weren’t sure who John was but you didn’t want to ask. Isaiah looked at the door when Nik walked in. "I wanna apologize for flipping you the bird last night. I was a little tipsy." Finn laughed, "It's alright. I was too." Nik walked in, “Hey Adi.” You raised a hand in a wave. “Hey Nik.”

Nik was wearing nothing but his boxing shorts and boots. “Nice legs twinkle toes.” Nik glared playfully at you, “Fuck off.” Isaiah put his hand out to him, “Nik? I’m Isaiah.” Nik introduced himself, “It’s nice to meet you Isaiah. You excited?” Nik smiled wide at him. “Yeah, can’t wait to beat your arse.” Nik laughed, “We’ll see eh?” Nik then started to do some stretches. “See you in the ring.” Isaiah and Finn waved to you and Nik, “Yeah see you there.” You waved back.

“How you feeling?” You had your elbows on your knees as you watched Nik roll out his shoulders, “I’m great actually. It’s been a while since I’ve had a match.” You giggled, “Who’s the antsy one now?” Nik placed his boot next to you and tied his boots up, “Haha,” He put his foot down and ruffled your hair, “I know you wanna get out there more than me Y/N.” Your eyes widened and you smacked his arm, “What’d I tell you about saying my name out loud?” He laughed at your panicked face, “Nobody will hear alright? I wouldn’t put you in danger like that....Y/N.” “You’re making it really hard not to hit you right now.” Nik tied up his other boot and sat next to you, “How’s the healing coming along anyways?”

Both of you glanced at your side, “I don’t know, this morning it was a bit sore but then again I was sore all over.” “Yeah falling off a table will do that to ya.” You laughed and stood up, “Might as well check it cause I know you’ll never shut up unless you do.” You unbuttoned your shirt and balled it up before tossing it in the general direction of your bag. Grabbing the undershirt, you lifted it just to below your bindings, “How’s she looking doc?” Nik beckoned you forward bit then examined your side, “Theres a little blood but not enough to be worried over. Looks like it’s almost time to take out your stitches too.” Dropping your undershirt you turned to your bag on the floor, “Thank God it’s starting to get itchy. Is the dressing room empty yet?” Nik gave you a nod, “Yeah I was the last one in there.” You gave him a smile and left the gym.

The first thing you did when you entered the change room was lock the door, you did not want another scare again like this morning. Speaking of which, you took off your bindings just to give yourself a little breather. You stood in front of the large mirror mounted on the wall and looked at your reflection. Raising your arm, you gave the wound on your side a prod, it didn’t hurt too bad, nothing you haven’t felt before. Letting out a breathe you opened the your bag and grabbed your (f/c) shorts and a white tank top. You always wore your (f/c) shorts, they were kinda like your good luck charm.

You filled up your water canister in the sink and took a mouthful. Cupping your hands under the stream, you splashed the cold liquid onto your face and ran your still damp fingers through your hair. You rubbed your hands over your skin, giving yourself a small massage. You could've sworn you heard your shoulders cried out in glee. Grabbing your binding, you started to wrap it around yourself. With some shifting around of the ladies, you were happy with the result.

Then you heard the microphone screach to life and Peter’s voice boom through it. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen!”

Hope you guys don’t mind the longer imagine. The next one is already pretty lengthy so buckle up lol. I’m not too sure how I feel about this one but If you enjoyed it let me know! Thank you so much for reading! <3

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lousimusician · 6 years

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The Goddess of Mischief -- Part 1

Requested by: @idk888999

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Your father, Loki, doesn't like Peter. But what he doesn't know is that you and Peter have been in a secret relationship for a while. Unfortunately for the both of you he finds out in the least ideal circumstances.

Warning: Smut in future parts other than that there's a short kissing scene in this one.

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Peter sighed as he stared at you in admiration from across the room. You were draped across the couch, in a purple gown from asgard, reading a book. Ever since you had come to earth you started reading all the books you could find in attempt to learn about midgardian life.

The two of you had been in a secret relationship for about a year now and absolutely no one knew. You were the daughter of the god of mischief, if he had ever found out, Peter knew he was dead. But it didn't mean he couldn't admire you from afar.

"You're staring again, Peter."

Peter flushed as you began sitting up, setting your book aside. "H-how can I not? You're absolutely stunning."

You two were alone in one of the common rooms of the Avengers facility. The two of you made it a habit to always sit apart from each other unless you were in one of each other's rooms. But sometimes you felt mischievous, which almost lead to the two of you getting caught multiple times.

And it seemed you were in a risk taking mood as you stalked towards him.

You straddled his legs, sitting on his lap. He looked up at you with wide eyes, looking back at the entrance, "(Y/N), we could get caught."

Your finger traced his jaw line, "You worry too much, Peter. We're not going to get caught." You said as you started leaning in, hovering your lips over his. "Plus, I know you like the risk." You pressed your lips against his. His hands flew to your waist as he kissed you back.

The kiss became quickly heated, with the rush of knowing either of you could be easily caught. You pulled away and moved down to kiss his neck.

"Hmm," Peter moaned, "N-no marks, princess." Peter got in the habit of calling you princess after learning that you were a princess on Asgard. He still couldn't believe his girlfriend was a Princess and a goddess.

Peter let out a slightly louder moan as you kissed a certain spot on his neck. You started abusing the spot trying to elicit more sounds from him.

You both blocked out any other sounds, so neither of you heard the loud footsteps heading down the hallway. "Peter! (Y/N)!"

The two of you pulled away and before Peter knew it you had teleported (One of the many powers you had inherited from your father) back to your spot on the couch, book in hand.

Tony entered the common room seeing the two of you. He looked at you then Peter, his eyebrows furrowing.

"You okay Pete?" Tony asked looking at Peter's flushed face and hands, which were in the air from where he had gripped your waist.

Peter cleared his throat, "Um, y-yeah." He stuttered out in a high pitched voice.

"Okay, anyway, we're going to have a meeting in five minutes, I want both of you there."

"Okay." "Sure." Came both of your responses. Tony left the room leaving the two of you alone again.

Peter let out a breath, "That was close."

You laughed, "No it wasn't, he had no idea."

Peter rolled his eyes, "Still, we need to be more careful. That's the third time we've almost been caught in a week."

You stood up, "Whatever, I know you like it. Now let's go." Peter stood up and followed you to the meeting room where the rest of the Avengers sat.

You went to sit next to your father and Thor as Peter went to sit next to Bucky and Natasha. You caught your father glaring at Peter as he sat down. Loki never liked Peter, he didn't like the idea of his daughter hanging around a midgardian boy.

"Father, enough glaring. He hasn't done anything." You grumbled.

Loki scoffed, "Maybe not yet. Young midgardian boys aren't to be trusted I've heard."

You rolled your eyes, "You don't trust any midgardians."

"Ah, brother, lighten up!" Thor boisterously said. "The young spider-boy is very kind!"

Peter's face was red as he stared in your direction, realizing he was the topic of the conversation you were having.

Tony cleared his throat from where he stood at the front of the room. Making everyone quiet down. "Alright, we have a new mission. It's a lead on hydra. Apparently they're building a new weapon, so we need to get those plans before they can make it."

"Uh, Tony." Steve stopped him, "If we're dealing with Hydra, do you really want to bring the kids?"

"Wait. What!" Peter yelled, "Yes! The kids want to go, right (Y/N)?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "I'm not opposed to the idea. And Steve you do know I'm older than you?"

"If you're considered a child on Asgard, we're going to consider you a child here. Besides I'm sure your father wouldn't want you going."

"Don't speak for me." Loki said, "If my daughter wishes to go she may."

"Fine." Tony said, "Then it's settled (Y/N) goes, Peter stays."

"What!?" Peter yelled. "Mr. Starkkk." He whined.

"I'll stay." You spoke up. "Wouldn't want Peter to get lonely around here. We all know what happens when he gets bored, you don't want to have to repair your lab again would you Tony?"

"She's right. Kids stay."

"Then I'm staying." Loki said, "I don't trust him around my daughter."

Tony laughed, "You're not getting out of this that easily, the only reason why you're here is because you're probably the most important person we need in order to complete this mission."

Loki rolled his eyes, "Then (Y/N) is coming with us."

"Then Peter comes." You said.

"No it's too dangerous for Peter." Steve said.

"Alright!" Tony interrupted the bickering, "This could go on for a while. So how about this, both kids stay and Loki puts a little more trust in his daughter."

"I trust my daughter...Somewhat, and I don't trust that boy."

"Oh please, the boy's not going to try anything." Bucky commented annoyed with the entire conversation. "He can barely speak to (Y/N) without stuttering and they've known each other for a year now."

"Father." You turned to Loki, "I can take care of myself, do you really think I'd even let a midgardian try to touch me?"

Loki sighed, "I suppose." He turned to Peter, "But if I find out you went anywhere near my daughter with impure intentions, I will kill you."

Everyone rolled their eyes except for Peter who was trembling. "Enough with the dramatics, father."

"Now that that's taken care of," Tony said. "Kids out, Cap is gonna explain the plan."

You and Peter both stood up leaving the room. You both walked a safe distance away before speaking.

Peter sighed, "Your dad hates me."

"Don't pay any attention to him. He's just prejudiced. Besides if the Avengers are going on a mission that means we have the facility to us for a few days, we won't have to sneak around."

Peter smiled, "That's true, makes it worth not going."

You leaned up and kissed his cheek, "Exactly." You said. "For the meantime why don't you show me one of those movies you like."

Peter lit up, "Of course, princess." He said pulling you with him to the theater room.

Your father's words played through your head again. If only he knew what you and Peter had been doing behind his back.

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im-a-goner-foryou · 5 years

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Thanks for voting everyone, it was a close tie but more of you guys wanted drunk! Tony taking advantage of Peter, so here's part 1 because it got longer than i expected :') let me know if you think it's worth continuing!

Warning: implied non-con

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The condensation sliding down his drink in rivulets is startlingly cold against his skin, pooling around the base of the glass in a small puddle; Peter wipes the wetness off his hand absent-mindedly on his sleeve, gaze still darting around the crowded hall and taking in the finely dressed occupants with furtive eyes. To say he feels uncomfortable is an understatement, being the only teenager present at one of Tony Stark's renowned parties; a fact that Peter had brought up when the invitation had been extended to him, by the host himself.

"Thank you Sir, really, but why-- why would..." Peter had asked tentatively, setting down the coffee onto his bosses' desk as requested. He didn't finish his sentence- 'why on earth would you bring me?', but Mr. Stark shot him a knowing look over the rim of the styrofoam cup anyways.

"Well, you are my intern, are you not? And this is a corporate event after all."

To which Peter had then begun to protest that he had no experience with business parties, and even if he did- this part he had mumbled quietly- he didn't own any appropriate formal attire.

"So you need a suit?" Tony said, waving his hand dismissively. "Consider that taken care of, Parker. And I'm sure you'll catch onto 'business party' etiquette fast enough, just take this as part of your training. I'll see you then?" he finished with an unmistakable air of finality, and Peter couldn't exactly disagree, could he? Especially not after a sleek parcel had been delivered right to his doorstep the very next night, containing a deep royal purple three piece suit that fit him so perfectly it was as though tailor-made.

Idly fingering the cuff now, Peter was just about to turn back to his drink when he felt more than saw someone slide smoothly into the seat beside him. Groaning inwardly, he contemplates blatantly ignoring his new company altogether; but at the sound of a cleared throat Peter grudgingly turns around-- only to be met with startling cornflower blue eyes and a warm smile.

"Hello," Stephen Strange purrs in that silky voice of his, extending a hand for him to shake; the man's skin is cool under Peter's trembling fingers. "You must be little Parker, I assume? I saw you arrive at Stark's side earlier tonight." He had not even bothered to introduce himself-- not that there was any need to, of course. Like most of the other guests present, Strange was high-profile and rightly so.

"Oh, yes. I- I'm his intern," he says lamely, feeling the tips of his ears already begin to burn red; the older man is undeniably handsome, especially dressed a million-dollar outfit, and Peter is only a hormonal teenager after all.

Tearing his eyes away from the other with much difficulty, he raises his glass to his lips again and nearly chokes on a huge gulp. Strange raises his eyebrows, surprise evident in his words of, "you're old enough to drink?"

"Oh, no Sir" --Peter swears he can see the man's eyes darken at his use of that title-- "it's just... um. Sparkling juice?" Flushing impossibly warmer and feeling for all the world like nothing more than a foolish child, he braces himself for a cruel reaction; for a patronizing sneer, a snide comment. He's surprised, to say the least, by Stephen's responding chuckle of kind amusement.

"Is that so? Well then, do let me buy you a drink, will you-- one rosé for the boy," he calls out to the bartender, turning slightly to shoot him a conspiratorial wink. "Oh, don't you worry that pretty head of yours now, it's just wine. Mild flavour, great for beginners," Strange adds, though Peter's head is buzzing too loudly to register the words after 'pretty head of yours'.

"Uh--"

He never got to finish his sentence however, for at that moment a hand falls heavily onto his shoulder, causing him to jump in surprise-- then yelp softly as the grip tightens painfully. His heart thrumming wildly in his chest, Peter whirls around to face his boss. "Oh! Hi Mr. Stark," he greets politely, nerves instantly melting away to a relaxed smile at the sight of a familiar face; then he notices that the man's dark eyes aren't looking at him, but rather fixated pointedly over his shoulder at his present company. "I, um, I was just talking to Mr. Strange here..."

"Yes, I saw," Gritting this out through clenched teeth as though it pained him to do so, Mr. Stark continues glaring coldly at the other man while almost spitting out his next words. "Buying drinks for underaged interns now, are you Stephen? My, you're sinking even lower than I've thought."

Peter catches, even through the powerful rush of blood thrumming through his ears, the distinct drawl of Tony's speech; nervous gaze flicking away from Stephen's now icy cold eyes to his boss, he comes to the realisation that the latter is drunk. Very.

"Mr. Stark..." he begins hesitantly, and that burning gaze falls on him again, the glazed-over pupils sharpening abruptly.

"We're leaving, Parker," the man very nearly snarls, giving Peter no chance to prepare himself or to respond before he's being tugged violently onto his feet by an unforgiving grasp on his arm. Stumbling a little, he begins to trail after Mr. Stark, looking back at the last minute to mumble a 'it's nice to meet you, Sir' to Strange-- who regards him coolly and with a half-smile-- Peter immediately regrets doing so however, as this seems to anger his boss even further. Face now twisting to something almost monstrous, Tony drags him across the room and past silently questioning eyes to the elevators, stabbing at the button of the control panel; the metal doors barely begin to slide open before he's being practically flung inside.

As the doors slide closed behind the man, Peter can't help but feel a foreboding sense of fear overtake his body, and for a frightening second he's reminded of a cornered prey, trapped by some dangerous animal; the look in Mr. Stark's eyes seem wild enough, glinting intimidatingly under the dim light overhead. The heavy, tense silence between them is only magnified by the confined space, and when the older man begins to speak in a disconcertingly cold voice Peter's never heard before, the boy instinctively backs away. "So, care to share about the new friend you made, Parker?" Mr. Stark mutters quietly, advancing towards him in a movement that resembles a prowl much more than it should. "You two certainly seemed... cozy enough by the bar."

"Sir, I--" Peter stutters, unable to force out the words stuck in his closed-off throat; his apprehension fully giving way to sharp and blinding fear as his boss stalks forward with every timid step he takes back, slowly yet surely crowding him up against the wall. "I don't... we were just, he just wanted to talk--"

Mr. Stark barks out a mirthless laugh, and the sound reverberates chillingly around them. "Oh, I bet he did. That bastard definitely showed interest, I'd give him that. What were you planning to do, hmm? Let him ply you over with drinks, talk you into spreading your legs for him later on in the bathroom like a cheap whore?"

"Mr. Stark!" Peter gasps, horrified; the implication of his darkly uttered words fully sink in, and mortification burns hot in his veins along with the welling tears in his eyes. "It's not like that, I swear, I- I would never do such a thing!"

"I have a hard time believing that, sweetheart," the older man snarls. Closing the space between them with two final strides, he slams his forearm against Peter's chest- punching all the breath out of him- and leans further down until their faces are mere inches apart, breaths falling harshly across his cheek. "Always knew you were a slut, Peter, the way you act around me; fucking begging for it constantly, like a horny bitch. Just never thought you'd be desperate enough to act the same around others-- but I guess any cock will do for you, won't it?"

Openly crying now, pinned helplessly underneath the stronger man, Peter can only shake his head weakly in protest; he's never seen Mr. Stark like this, refuses to believe it. "D-don't know, wh-what I, act like--" he sobs. "Please, Sir... please, you're hurting me."

His pleads have no effect; if anything, Tony seems to savour it. Other hand flying up to clutch his quivering chin roughly, his boss turns his tear-streaked face this way and that, dark eyes drinking him in; his next slurred words are as bitter as the alcohol in his breath. "You were always too innocent for your own good, Pete."

#starker #peter x tony #drabble #family unfriendly sorta #dark! tony #implied non con #part 1 #intern! peter #this was in my draft for fucking months as a half finished piece of shit #but now its a finished piece of shit #*flaps arms while crying* i dont know how to write send help

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zojnks · 6 years

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Writing request, I'd really like to see something with Cap and Spidey interacting. There's not a whole lot of that in this fandom, and I think that the two of them could be cool. If you could put Dad!Tony and Stucky in there too, that would be awesome Thank you!

Here you go, anon!! I decided to do a post-IW ‘verse because I wanted Bucky and Peter to be friends oops :) Hope you enjoy!!

After the snap, Peter awoke to a world that was coming in and out of focus. Everything here was tinted vaguely yellow, and Peter always had a niggling thought in the back of his head that he knew where they were. but could never place it. They, of course, being the people that had been taken by the snap. Everyone seemed to be grouped together for specific reasons- however, no group was ever over the number of 5. They could talk to and see the other groups, but not touch them. That was what Peter was talking about when he said the world seemed out of focus. It was like they were in the ocean, drifting in and out with the tide. Sometimes, Peter could feel and see things that felt too sharp, like he edited a photo and dragged the slider for sharpness all the way to the edge. Other times, it felt like he could barely even see or feel anything, blobs of color crowding his vision and the things he was holding dropping straight through his hand to the floor. He talked with the others in his group about this all the time.

There were 4 of them. Peter, Bucky, Gamora, and Groot. It was an odd mix, considering the last time Peter met Bucky, he was trying to arrest him. However, it felt like time moved differently wherever they were. Some days would feel like they passed in an instant, yet some would take years to finally end. The world they lived in was much like the one they left- full of life. So, each group had taken it upon themselves to try to create a home in this yellow world. Peter’s group had managed to make a small house of the trees that surrounded the clearing they all appeared in. There were a few other groups around them, one of some farmers from Iowa and another of billionaires from Singapore. They all talked occasionally but mostly stayed within their own groups.

Peter had grown to rely on Bucky and Gamora. He went to Bucky when he had trouble with nightmares and dealing with this reality. He went to Gamora for pep talks, and she was always the one who reminded him to eat and sleep. Bucky taught him games from when he was little and how to throw knives. Gamora taught him two alien languages and how to sword fight. Peter and Groot hung out all the time and played around. Peter taught him what he had been learning in school before the snap and Groot regaled Peter with stories from his adventures in space.

It was good. It worked. But Peter was desperate to get home.

One day, Peter went to bed late into the night because they had all stayed up playing a game that Bucky had taught them. He had fallen asleep with a smile on his face because the day had actually been pretty good. He was finally getting used to this weird, yellow reality.

The next thing he knew, he woke up on a grassy plain, breathing heavily. The sun (the sun!!) was beating down onto his face, a blinding light compared to the hazy yellow he was used to.

“Bucky!! Gamora!! Groot!! Anyone, please!!” He called out, shielding his eyes.

His voice was scratchy and hoarse. He looked down and was still in Iron Spider suit, thank god. He tried to pull himself off the ground, but his arms were too sore to do anything. He tried calling out again.

“Bucky! Gamora! Bucky! Gamora! Anyone?” His voice cracked as he continued to yell.

He stopped yelling when he saw a figure running towards him. The figure looked familiar, but Peter couldn’t quite place him until he got closer.

“Mr.-Mr. Stark?” He called out wearily.

“Kid, oh god, you’re okay, you’re okay!!” Mr. Stark cried as he ran towards him. He knelt next to Peter and cradled his head in his hands.

“It worked, it worked!” Mr. Stark was just babbling by this point.

Mr. Stark helped him up. Once Peter could stand, he found he wasn’t as sore as he thought. Mr. Stark looked at him funny before he spoke again.

“Peter, your hair. It’s-it’s shorter than before.”

Peter just shrugged. “Gamora made sure to cut it once in a while. Bucky helped too sometimes.”

Saying these things snapped Peter out of his calm.

“Oh god, Mr. Stark! Why am I back? Where are Bucky and Gamora? What about Groot? Why am I here? Where is here? Is this even real?!”

Peter Parker was officially freaking out. Then, he passed out.

Peter came to on a bed that was made of sand (??). He opened his eyes to someone above him.

“Bucky?!” He asked. The man nodded, holding up a new metal arm that was a tasteful dark blue interspersed with silver, not gold. No more yellow.

“Hey kid, yeah, it’s me. I just came back from talking with Stevie, I wanted to see if you were awake yet.”

Bucky leaned down to give Peter a hug. It seemed as if they had been in that weird world for years, so in the time they were together, they had grown close. Peter gripped Bucky’s back with all of his strength and cried into his shoulder. Suddenly, someone on the edge of this weird room coughed.

“Buck? It’s time to go see T’Challa. We’ve gotta go,” said a man with long hair and a beard that was steamed with grey.

“Alright, Stevie, let’s go,” Bucky said before pulling back from Peter.

Peter wiped his eyes with the shirt he was wearing (when did that happen?) before giving a small smile to Bucky.

“Captain Rogers,” Peter said, overtaken with sudden emotion. “Bucky took very good care of me in that horrible place. Take care of him now, okay?”

Steve just smiled at him and nodded. Then he guided Bucky out of the room with a hand on the small of his back.

Peter decided to get up and take a look around once the two left. He gingerly stepped down once he was off the bed and was happy to discover all of his previous aches and pains had vanished. He took a look around all of the gadgets around the room, appreciating their creativity and craftsmanship. His mind was already generating ways to improve upon them to use as Spider-Man. If they even still needed Spider-Man on Earth now.

He spotted a long, winding ramp up to what seemed like the hallway to leave, so he ran up the ramp, skidding to a stop once he reached the end of the hallway. There was a mirror there.

He looked at his reflection, noticing how he had lost his baby fat and his jaw had sharpened. His hair was cut in a tasteful-if non-Earth fashion- and Peter made a note in his brain to thank Gamora. He was wearing a faded Star Wars shirt and black sweats. He reached down and rubbed the side of his sweats. These were his old clothes. It’s been so long since he wore anything other than the suit, that these clothes fee foreign even though he was wearing them every other week three years ago.

A lot of things had changed. But, some things didn’t.

Peter had fallen back into an easy routine with Mr. Stark once they had left Wakanda. He had gone to find Gamora when they were still there but was extremely disappointed to find both her and Groot had left with the rest of the Guardians before he had woken up. She had left him a holo-message on those cool bracelets that the Wakandans wore, almost crying as she said goodbye to him.

(She promised to be back for Christmas though, saying she would pick up something for him on one of the worlds they visited. Peter was excited about that.)

T’Challa’s sister, Shuri, had gifted Peter one of the bracelets before the Avengers left, saying he would need it to keep in touch. The two had developed a close friendship during his time in Wakanda and still messaged or called each other daily.

When they had arrived at the compound after leaving Wakanda, Peter was pleasantly surprised to see that his room had been untouched. It was right next to Mr. Stark’s, as it had been before he left. The walls were blue and red, with the one above his bed adorned with a spray-painted Spider-Man logo. There were tons of posters on the walls and Peter’s knickknacks strewn everywhere. He had sighed as he flopped on the bed, and Mr. Stark had arrived not moments later at his door to flop right down next to him.

“I missed this, Pete. So much. But, how about right now we head to the living room to kick those two super soldiers’ butts?”

Peter laughed and nodded. “Let’s take ‘em down!”

They played Mario Kart for hours before Tony had to fly to Singapore to deal with something for Stark Industries. Now that everything was right with the world, Pepper was back on him about being more involved in the company. He gave Peter a big hug as he left and said that they would go on a small trip, just the two of them, once he got back.

After Mr. Stark left, Peter headed back up to his room to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth and slipped on those old Hello Kitty pants with a baggy black sweater on top. He slipped into bed and grabbed a dog-eared copy of The Hobbit off of his night table. He settled back into his pillows, content to read by the minimal light of his night table lamp until he was too weary to continue. He fell asleep with the book on his chest around 9:30.

Peter startled awake in the middle of the night, darkness surrounding him. FRIDAY must have turned off his lamp when he fell asleep. His breathing was too quick and his heart rate was elevated. His mind was still spinning with flashes of a large purple man, a snap, a world of constantly shifting yellows, and his own disappearing before him. He needed to get out.

Peter grabbed a blanket and pillow before heading out, into a different wing of the compound. He stopped in front of the door to his destination, hesitant to knock. He could still feel the strain of his nightmares in the back of his head, so he pushed through his anxiety and knocked quietly on the door. A few moments later, the door opened and a still-sleepy Steve Rogers looked down at Peter.

“H-Hi, Steve. I… uh… had a nightmare and since Mr. Stark isn’t here anymore, I just needed, someone, is that fine?” Peter asked hesitantly.

Steve nodded, his features softening. “It’s fine, Peter. You’re always welcome here. You can just set your stuff down on the couch over there. It’s only a little ways from the bed. Buck’s still sleeping though, so be quiet.”

Peter just gave him a soft smile and padded over to the couch, setting his stuff down. He turned, nervous about asking Steve for anything else.

Steve just walked over and pulled him into a tight hug. “

“Buck’s told me some things. About that place. It didn’t sound too nice,” Steve whispered as he carded his fingers through Peter’s hair. “We all get nightmares, it’s a normal part of our job. I’m happy that you came to us, though.”

“Of course I would. I love you guys and everyone on this team more than life itself. You, Mr. Stark, and Bucky mean so much to me.”

Steve just held him harder and when he finally pulled back, Peter could see his eyes were a little watery.

“Love you too, kid. Now get some sleep.”

Peter climbed onto the couch, pulling his blanket out. He fell asleep to the sounds of Steve and Bucky breathing in unison.

This kinda got away from me, haha, but I loved writing it!! It was cool to explore what all of their relationships would be after IW. I didn’t want to include super in-depth explanations of Peter’s relationship with everyone was after IW, though, so sorry if some of the friendships are only mentioned in passing. Let me know if you want more from this ‘verse though. Hope this is what you were hoping for, anon!!

#peter parker #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #irondad #spiderson #marvel requests #requests #hannahlikesholland requests #marvel drabble

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 16)

"Chicken Alfredo"

Luna slips on a black silk dress with black edging. She hears the knock as she fastens her belt, causing Jagger to bark. Ashley isn't home. When she opens the door she's greeted to an excitedly pleased Colson. "GOD DAMN, KITTEN!!!" You look WONDERFUL and sexy as hell tonight." He says, blue eyes bright. She knows he's genuine and laughs at their inside joke as she leans up to kiss him 'Hello'. Once she slides into the Rover, he watches her from the back window, slide over and push open his door.

"Fuck, I FUCKING love her." He thinks as he gets in the car and passionately kisses her.

Once he releases her mouth, she pants "What was that for?"

"For being you." He says "And for as Cas would say being 'SOOOOOOO COOOL!!' You have the coolest name. Glow bowling was so cool. You gave her the coolest sunglasses... I could go on." He laughs, resting his hand on her warm thigh.

Luna lights a joint. "Ohhhhhh!!! That's so sweet!" She puts her hand on her heart. "She likes me, she really likes me." She says. They both laugh. "No," she says "seriously, I had such a great time with her, she is so funny and smart."

"Yes, she is." He agrees "And see, you were fine." They look at each other and smile. One look. That one look and her heart is fluttering, pussy swelling. "She wants you to teach her about developing pictures." She passes the joint to him.

"Really? That's fucking awesome. I'll teach her anything she wants to know. I just need a dark room. I should probably start looking around for one to rent..." She puts her blue painted index finger on her deep red lips, thinking out loud. As they pass it back and forth.

"You can set one up in my house." Colson offers "There's a spare room that I don't use next to the studio...." They're finishing the joint.

"Really? I'll check it out. She says as the pull up to the restaurant.

They walk in together holding hands. Colson thinks of their song and his beautiful lady walking around with him tonight. The song playing in his head on loop. Luna loves the way that Colson leads her. Thinking how a 6'4 man is a gift to a 5'2 woman.

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Rook, Benny, Slim and Baze are already at The Palm with a few girls. Colson holds Luna's hand, guiding her through, to their table. "This fucking pussy..." Luna hears in passing. She whips her head around with a glare. She can't find the voice. Colson pulls her seat out and they both sit down, joining in on the conversation.

Luna is looking at the menu. "That's him, the fucking pussy." She pops her head up, blue eyes on fire. Still she can't spot the voice. She looks at Colson. He doesn't seem to have heard it.

The server brings another round of drinks and takes their order. Rook asks Luna how hanging out with Casi was. She lights up when she begins to speak about the little girl. As they're chatting about Casi, they're interrupted. "I apologize for my intrusion, but it's not every night The Palms gets to host That Brooklyn Bitch." Says an older man setting his hand on Luna's bare shoulder.

"Junior." Luna smiles, tilting her chin up towards him as he pecks her on the cheek. "Have you met these gentleman, yet?" She asks waving her arm around the table.

"I have not."

"This is my boyfriend Colson." She says as she leans back, sliding one arm around his shoulders. They shake hands.

"You're a very lucky man." He tells Colson.

"I know." He responds flatly. He's been eye balling this son-of-a-bitch since he first touched Luna.

She introduces The Crew. Then says "Gentleman, this is Bruce. His family owns The Palm. They all nod and say their hellos. Bruce and Luna catch up quickly over family and mutual friends.

"Please, let me know if you need anything." Bruce says to table. Looking only at Luna though as he takes her hand and kisses it. Colson is half talking to Slim watching them from the corner of his eye.

"This motherfucker WANTS to get fucked up." Colson thinks angrily as a flash of rage jolts through his body.

After Luna thanks him and he walks away. Colson turns to her "What the fuck was that?" He demands jealously.

Luna looks at him and raises her eyebrows. "Calm down, Killer. He's a family friend. No more, no less." She says taking his sweet face into her hands "You're my boyfriend." She kisses him deeply, playing with his tongue.

His anger washes away with her words and touch. "So, I heard." He smirks. He's back to his smart ass self.

"Is that a problem?" She asks with her own smirk, challenging him with her bright blue eyes.

"Not at all." He smiles, his shining just as blue, just as bright, pulling her in for another warm kiss.

Dinner is served. Everyone is laughing, eating, drinking, enjoying themselves. Luna hears it again. "I'm telling you, that's him." She zones in and finds the voice. He's sitting at a table full of men, to her left, less than 100 ft away. Her blood begins to boil. Slim follows her gaze. He's been watching Luna because he had heard it too.

"That's the dude that Em slayed, fucking pussy." The guy says it clearly and loudly enough for Colson to finally hear it.

"What the Fuck?" He stops eating and looks around.

Luna is fucking PISSED. She squeezes his thigh. "I'll be right back." She says, standing up. "Don't move." Slim watches her, knowing where she's going but not knowing what she's about to do.

Without hesitation, Luna walks directly over to the motherfucker talking shit. She grabs him by the hair on the back of his head and slams his face down hard into his plate "Who. Are. You. Calling. A. Pussy?" She slams his face down hard with each word. A total of 7 times. Finally pulling him up, his nose is obviously broken. Blood is pouring down his face, mixing with the pieces of chicken Alfredo stuck to him as he whimpers. Two of the men stand up. "Sit the fuck down!" She barks, pointing aggressively at them. Rage radiating out of her. They do. She looks at the closest server. "Go get Bruce." She demands. "Now!" She shouts, making the server scurry. The whole restaurant is quiet. Watching Luna.

Turning back to the original motherfucker, whom she still has gripped tightly by the hair. Luna is surprisingly strong for how tiny she is. She kicks the chair, using all her weight to swing it towards her slightly. "You seem to need to be educated, motherfucker. You have things confused. A pussy is strong as steel, can take a beating and come back better then ever. A provider of LIFE." She yanks his head back farther, while lifting her black Red Bottoms, sticking the spike into his groin, making him yelp in pain. "But ballsacks are weak, sensitive, dropping you to your knees with a flick." She is spitting her words into his face with venom. She pushs her heel down harder. The man cries out. She continues unrelentingly. "Next time you wanna call my boyfriend a pussy. Remember tonight and remember this. A pussy is a powerful, resilient provider. I'd rather be with a pussy like him than a weak, pathetic, whimpering ballsack like yourself." She slams his face into his plate one last time. Leaving it there. She notices Bruce is standing beside her. "They need to go." She says glaring at him." He nods as she walks back to her table.

"You are disrupting my guest, I would like you to leave my establishment immediately." Bruce says begining to usher the 6 men out despite their protests.

The restaurant resumes. Just another day in LA.

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Bruce doesn't care why Luna assaulted the man. He's known her long enough to know that whatever the action, there's always a valid reason. Plus, he's been in love with her since he first laid eyes on her when she was just 13yrs old. He doesn't even care about what his father may say, if, he finds out about tonight. He advises the men to not retaliate, as it will not be in their best interest and they will not have his support. He will do anything to protect Luna.

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The guys are all standing up, they don't know what to do. The girls that are with them look terrified. As Luna walks back to her table, she is still shaking with rage. She sits down, pops a bar and begins to eat her steak. The guys sit down. Quietly. Even Colson isn't sure what to say.

"Yooooo, she's FUCKING NAAAASTY!!!" He can't help but be turned on as he thinks to himself.

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"He had that shit coming.... But Damn. She FUCKED him up. Just for talking shit on my boy.... Pete said she was a rider. I didn't think she was down like THAT. She did say caught almost 100 charges one time though..." Slim thinks to himself impressed by Luna's antics.

Benny's not even shocked. Especially after the strip club. "Fucking Brooklyn, Man" he thinks "That bitch is HARD." Feeling proud of Colson for finding himself a solid bitch.

HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS INSANE!! Did she actually compliment Kells by calling him a pussy?" Baze wonders, confused "All I know is I'm not pissing fucking Luna off.

"Fuck yeah, little scrapping ass bitch from Brooklyn, holding it down for my dude!!" Rook is pumped "They always be underestimating us little mothersfuckers...."

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Benny is the first to break the silence. "So, Kells, I think Luna just took my job." Colson can't help but laugh. So does everyone else. Luna's does not. She's still eating. Still pissed. She needs that Xanax to kick in.

"Yoooo... Luna's a fucking maniac!!!" Slim says.

"Nah," Rook shouts laughing "She's a fucking LunaTic!!!

"Holding it down for her Gunn!" Baze throws in. Everyone's still laughing except Colson.

"Are you ok, Luna?" Colson asks her concerned, putting his hand on her bare back. His touch calms her soul.

"Mhm." She says. "I just had enough. He'd been talking shit since we walked in and I had had enough. No one is going to fucking disrespect you in front of me." She takes another bite.

Slim leans in "Yeah, I heard him too, LunaTic." Deciding that's what he's going to call her now. "And you handled that shit!!"

"Don't fuck with my people. Especially My Guy." Luna says pushing her plate away, looking deeply into Colson's blue eyes.

"She's stealing my fucking soul." He thinks, mesmerized by her.

Everyone is finished, they collect themselves to leave. Luna needs a drink and change of atmosphere so they decide to head over to Old Man's. As they're walking out, Bruce stops Luna and Colson. Putting his hand on Luna's shoulder again, he asks if she's ok.

"THIS fucking guy." Colson thinks irritated.

Luna pats him on the hand with hers reassuring him she's fine. "I'm sorry..." She begins. Bruce shakes his head. She nods knowingly. "Thank you." She says giving him a quick hug and peck on the cheek before sliding Colson's arm around her and turning to leave to Bruce's disappointment.

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Once at Old Man's, Luna's irritation begins to fade. The guys are still talking about it. Loudly. "Yo!! How you gonna fuck somebody up and get THEM thrown out!! That's some boss ass woman voodoo shit, right there!" Declares Slim.

"You didn't even bring me in for the MessAbout!!" Benny shouts at her, giving her a disappointed look, making Luna laugh hard.

Baze steps up to her and shaking her by the shoulders, "I'm afraid of LunaTic, please don't ever beat me up."

'Don't fuck with Colson." She continues laughing, giving him a wink and a shrug.

Hearing this, Colson spins her around to him so that they're face to face. "Thank you for having my back tonight. You literally beat the fuck out of someone for disrespecting me, in the most sexiest way ever. There's never been a woman in my life who has ever held me down the way you do. Or could fucking wreck shop for me like that." He says pulling her in for a s sensual kiss.

"I told you, All In. That means I got you. Always, Colson." She says to him once they release. "I need you to trust me though. There's always going to be someone who knows me or someone who wants to fuck me. It comes with the territory. It's the same with your female fans. There's a fine line we walk being who we are. Between being polite and misleading. You just need to know, I'm YOUR girl. Fuck, them motherfuckers, take that shit and get cocky with it. Because at the end of the night, if they don't already know then they'll learn, that I'll ONLY go home with you. That also needs to be reciprocated. I am yours as YOU are fucking MINE. We promised each other. As long as we stay true to that and honest with each other, the rest of the world doesn't matter"

"I am YOURS. I love ONLY you, Luna" He says holding her closer. Kissing her hard and hungrily. Biting on her lip.

"I love you too. And you fucking better be, because you've only seen a blink of what I'm capable of." She says once he releases her, with a slight smile but serious eyes. "But I gotta pee." Luna replies kissing him hard on the lips.

"I'll walk you." He replies, protective of her.

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Coming out of the women's room, Luna walks up to an excited Colson. "Listen, someone's having sex in there!" She leans her head towards the door, intrigued. Colson uses this as his opportunity and scoops her up by the waist, carrying her into the Men's room. "It's us!" He shouts. They both burst out laughing.

"You're a fucking idiot and I fucking love you. Now, fucking kiss me." She demands.

"Your idiot fucking loves you." He laughs before kissing her and firmly pushing her up against the door. He's kissing her mouth, face and neck. One hand trailing all over her body. The other is through the top of her dress, playing with her peirced nipple. He's making her shake in anticipation.

"Fuck me." She pants. He obliges spinning her around, pressing himself hard against her and the door again. His hands running down her sides. He stops at her hips and and jerks them out to him. She pushes their weight off of the door with her hands, bending over, using one hand to hike up her short black dress, exposing a black thong.

"I love that she always wears black." He thinks to himself staring at the string between her two sweet ass cheeks.

He pulls her thong to the side after dropping his pants. Slowly sliding into her drenched pussy. "You're so tight." Colson moans as they shift together, fitting himself inside of Luna. Pumping slowly at first, he starts going faster. Loving the feeling of her ass slapping his hips. She pushes against the door, using their weight to barricade the door. This causes him to slide deeper into her. She moans loudly in pleasure, slamming against him. "Are you my little slut who likes to get fucked in the bathroom? Hmm?" He half whispers into her ear, making her walls tighten around his huge cock.

"Unhunhhh...." She purrs. "I'm YOUR slut. Only YOU can fuck me wherever you want, Bunny. I'm all yours." She says bucking her ass against him.

"DAMN RIGHT, YOU ARE!" He moans pulling her hair. Both of them are fucking each other hard against the Men's bathroom door.

She squeals "Oh FUCK, Bunny!!! before collapsing into a fit of giggles

"Go ahead, Kitten!" He says as they cum together.

"Mmmmm" she purrs again, satisfied.

He kisses a bare spot on her tattooed back. "You are the baddest bitch I ever known, Luna." He says before laying his face down on her back. Staying warm inside of her for as long as he can.

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To be continued......

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 20)

"🎶It's Kismet🎶

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

Once out of the overly, steamy shower, Luna and Colson sit at the kitchen table sharing a cup of coffee. Colson is bare chested, as always, in a pair of joggers. Luna has her blonde hair half up, she's wearing a simple, long sleeve, white cotton shirt and cut offs, no makeup, but tons of jewelry as usual. He fires up a joint as they talk about their last couple of days, enjoying the rarely empty kitchen.

"She really is beautiful." He thinks watching the natural light play off of her.

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"I don't think I'll ever get used to those Fucking eyes." She thinks, getting lost in him.

"Ready?" He asks breaking her thoughts once the joint is finished. She nods, following him downstairs.

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In the studio Colson's heart is racing. She knows nothing about his new album. It's killed him to not talk to her about it in detail as they got to know each other. But he wants to see her honest reaction and values her opinion as an artist. "Ok." He begins, setting her down on the couch by the shoulders. "I want you to sit and listen." He says "Just listen. What do you need to not move for the next hour? Weed, water, a snack?"

Luna laughs. She knows exactly the vulnerability he's feeling right now and finds him to be incredibly cute in his fluster. "We have weed and water. I'm good. So, ready whenever you are, Bunny." She smiles to reassure him.

"Ok..." He sighs sitting down at the sound board. The opening electronic beat has her immediately bobbing her head. She looks up when the woman speaks. He puts his hand up "Listen." She nods in agreeance as the next song begins. She likes this beat too and notices he's riding it much smoother than his other albums. And he's fucking FIERCE. As the next songs begins her ears perk up. He watches her eyebrows furrow as she nods her head, focusing on the beat. He sees the exact moment she makes the connection he's waiting for. Her head shoots up, mouth open, wanting to speak, but doesn't.

Her eyes immediately well up. "Oh, FUCK, it's "Numb." She thinks as one hard tear rolls down her face. They reach for each other's hand.

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"I knew she'd get it." He thinks stroking her hand with his thumb. Comforted by her acknowledgment.

She doesn't let go of his hand, only giving him a fake shocked face over a particular lyric, through her tears. As a woman's voice comes onto the next song. Nodding to the beat, she squeezes it. He can see tears flowing down her face, as she's trying to control her breathing, listening as he runs through the last year. She lets out a whimper, when she hears a certain set of bars, referring to a night in his kitchen. She looks into his eyes aching, they had talked about it that night at the pool but hearing it on tape is different. He hands her his bandana as she climbs onto his lap, not bothering to wipe her tears. She slides her legs through the chair holes, straddling him. They're cheek to cheek as the next song slams her in the stomach too. She squeezes him tightly, listening to him expose himself to the world. The beat is catchy and she can't help bobbing her head by the end.

"UGH!!" She thinks, soul aching for her Lover. "It's heartbreaking and melodic, like truly great fucking songs are..... I'm gonna kill his fucking mother." She decides to herself.

Her thoughts break and she laughs loudly as she hears Pete's voice come on. Thankful for the small lift from the heavy, she kisses Colson on the cheek as she squeezes him again, climbs off him and settles back onto couch. Lighting a joint as the next song begins. She's bobbing her head again to the beat. Listening intently, he's coming hard. Popping her chin in her hand, on her knee, she tosses him a long glance, catching the second set of bars. She's still bobbing.

"Aight, Bunny...." She thinks to herself impressed, thoroughly enjoying his talent.

He's watching her reaction to every song. He loves how she catches certain lyrics and the way her face lights up as the beats change. She's swiveling her hips, couch dancing to this particular beat. She goes to say something again but catches herself as he shakes his head. One look. They smile, knowingly. The next is another banger. He rides the beat flawlessly, giving her 90s hip-hop flashback feels. Another lyric stabs her in the heart.

"Fuck. He's not playing." She thinks as he lays his shit bare, all over the table. Slaying the fucking beat. And her heart.

As another woman's voice opens the next track, Luna sparks another joint. She's on an emotional rollercoaster and needs a slight grip. She lays down on the couch, on her back, letting the smoke billow above her from the joint as tears roll down her face. She's listening as he explains unapologetically, all of his pain that they've talked about since meeting. Some parts truly scaring her.

He's still watching her. The next song comes off more poppy but she catches the dark lyrics instantly. She passes him the joint, sniffling, but laughs, shocked, as a certain "B" lyric by Redd slides through. She looks at him with an amused look as the next song begins. She knows what it's about as it continues. Not her favorite but it's still catchy. The next opens with Phem haunting the track. This song makes Luna sad for Colson too. She's back on his lap again, this time with an arm around his shoulders listening intently to the smooth, old west coast beat. Once the track finishes, he flips the sound off, looking up at her. He doesn't have to ask.

"That was a lot...That was amazing...I am so fucking proud of you...I HAVE to smoke a cigarette...all the cigarettes in the world...while we talk about this." She blurts out as her hummingbird hands fly, never taking a breath. Kissing him all over.

Colson loves when she gets excited like this. "C'mon, we'll grab you a beer too and sit on the patio." He says laughs, lifting her up to head upstairs.

"I fucking love YOU." She says, following behind him

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They sit on the patio, unpacking the ride he just sent her on through his head. She mentions Cara to his surprise, not thinking anyone would catch that. She asks if that beat is by The Mark's, which only slightly shocks him that she knows her music so well, but makes him laugh with how she refers to them. He tells her that Casi is the ASMR on the one track. She didn't catch that one and it absolutely tickles Luna's soul. Her eyes well up again as they talk about Chester. She thinks it's a GREAT, subtle homage to their friend. They touch on all the little different shout-outs, lyrics and meanings. There isn't anything he needs to explain to her. Even though she finds it haunting and slightly worrisome, she loves the album and understands and relates to it completely. Getting SUPER hype over certain pieces, he loves how she knows and respects his career. She credits him for his raw fearlessness. How it is not simply an album but an experience. This pleases him, it's what he was aiming to accomplish. She does mention that it ends very heavy and abruptly. Comparing the entering of the hotel track with needing an exit track. He likes where her mind is as the wheels of his begin to turn.

"She's right. I need a smoother ride out." He's thinking of the song they're about to work on and the one he has going with Dom. "Maybe I can slide them in around 5:3666...." He decides to hit Dom up later.

Turning his attention back to Luna. "Wanna see what we've got together?"

"Most definitely." She agrees. They grab 2 more beers and head back down to the studio.

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He first plays her the beat he's come up with. It's her melody from the piano "So, I think you should open here..." Letting the melody flow until a beat drops. "I'd come in here." She nods, listening as her melody still rides in the background. Before it comes to the forefront again as he points at her. As the beat changes again, she's bobbing her head. He stops the music. "What do you think, open with you and we'll play off each other?" He asks her. She likes it.

"Yeah, lemme see what else you got.." She says pulling her lyrics out. They sit at the table and begin to build together, singing back and forth to one another. Everything's flowing easily, they're telling a true story.

🎶I want you forever//Even when we're not together//scars on my body//So I can take you wherever🎶

He sees her thinking "What?" He asks.

"I don't like scars line...." She shakes her head.

"Ok, what do we flip it to?" He asks.

She thinks for a minute. "What about tattooed? She asks.

"We getting tattoos?" He asks amused.

"Fuck." She laughs looking at both their bodies. "Is there even any open space on either of us?"

He lifts his arms looking around. "Here!!" He excitetedly points to a blank spot on his inner left arm. She looks at hers. It's covered mainly with the lyrics from The Beatles "Black Bird" blended with the silhouettes of birds and other imaginary. She looks to her right.

"AHA!!" She shouts pointing to a small bare space, in almost the same spot, just the other arm. They look at each other deviously.

"What do we get?" He asks?

"Lemme get a peice of paper, please." Once she takes it, she draws for a couple minutes before producing a cartoon style, punked out bunny.

"YOOOOOOO!! THAT'S FUCKING SICK!!!! Check him out!! I fucking love it" He shouts jumping out of his chair, bouncing around studio with the drawing before kissing her deeply. "Let's go!!! Right now!! WE OUT!!!" He says after he releases her.

She puts her hand up, laughing "Chill, Wild Boy... Let's arrange these lyrics, then we'll go. Then, we'll come back and lay the track."

"I love the way you think." He says kissing her before sitting down to finish their work.

Both are satisfied, agreeing the tattoo line is better. Luna stands up, kissing Colson before she heads upstairs to change into an easier shirt to be inked in. He calls his tattoo guy. Then Alex and Joe.

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"Who's going first?" Asks Colson's tattoo guy, Kevin.

"Ladies first." Colson smirks. He wants to see how Luna handles the chair.

"Whatever." She shrugs, sitting down and getting comfortable. Kevin cleans her arm and sets the stencil. Luna double checks it's placement in a mirror before sitting back down. She nods her head, signaling to Kevin that she's ready to begin. The sound of the gun makes her nipples hard in excitement. As soon as the needle touches her skin she feels a warm wave wash over her. Colson is talking to her but she shakes her head, leaning it back, closing her eyes. She truly enjoys the act of being tattooed, taking it all in.

Colson watches her sit for her tattoo, completely relaxed. "She looks so peaceful, like she's on a fucking beach or some shit." He admires her. "She IS a bad ass bitch...."

Once Kevin finishes, she lifts her head, finally opening her eyes. She fucking loves it. Staring at it, she looks up at Colson. "Better not back out now, Motherfucker." She smiles at him as Kevin wraps her up. She's never referred him like that before. Her aggressiveness makes Colson's dick jump in pleasure.

"All in." He beams, hoping into the chair. They have two different tattooing styles. Colson chats uncontrollably. To Luna. To Kevin. To the fucking dog. Luna can't help but laugh.

"So how long have you guys been together?" Kevin asks. Luna and Colson look at each other, before bursting out laughing.

"I'm sorry, Man." Colson apologizes laughing still. "A week?" He asks Luna with a slight snort.

She shrugs, "I don't know." She says laughing honestly. "I don't even know what day it is after Seoul."

"It's Sunday, Kitten." Colson laughs.

"Seeeee, I thought it was fucking Monday, it's so fucking confusing!!" She exclaims. She's only slightly good at math. Counting the American days in her head. "11. We've been together for 11 days. I think" She laughs, opening her eyes wide.. Grinning at a happily staring Colson.

"I would've never guessed." Kevin says in the background "You two compliment each other really well." They hold each other's eyes and smile at each other knowingly. One look.

"11 days.." Colson says with wide blue eyes and a beaming smile, while nodding his head.

🎶What can I say, it's kismit, ain't it🎶 She sings to Colson. He laughs, pulling her in for an upside down kiss. Both if their bodies flushing from the physical and emotional touch. Once Kevin finishes and wraps Colson, they thank, pay and tip him before happily heading back to Colson's Rover.

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"I FUCKING LOVE IT!!" Colson declares.

"ME TOO!!!" Says Luna cheesing like an asshole, bouncing around the passenger seat. Colson pulls her over to him. She submits easily, sliding over, on top of him. They kiss each other hungrily and wet as Colson runs his hands across her skull, thru her long blonde hair, gripping it at its base. His dominance makes her pussy gush. They're in the parking lot, in broad daylight but that doesn't stop them. Kissing each other sloppily, they pull each other's shorts off quickly. His dick is too big and her shorts too tight for a slide over. Lifting high, she works him into her. Making him moan with each shift. Once he's in, she rides him hard and quick. With his hands on her hips, she grips the back of his neck and hair. Holding him close. FUCKING him hard. They're both turned on by fucking in public. It's not long before they both moan for each other loudly, feeling that the other is ready. It's rare for them not to talk during sex. This is so quick and intimate, that it takes one last solid shift of her hips and that One Look before they lock mouths, cuming for each other instantly.

Luna lays her cheek against Colson's chest, as he rests inside her. Trying to catch her breath. He's rubbing her back trying to do the same, enjoying being inside of her.

❗BANG❗They're startled by a dirty man peering in, on the drivers side window. "WHAT THE FUCK!!??" Colson angrily shouts.

"Got any money?" He asks.

Colson's still looking at him in bewilderment. The New Yorker in Luna isn't fazed and has already reached into her purse. She puts the window down slightly, before sliding a 20 out it. "Now, go.' She instructs, putting the window back up. The man makes a prayer gesture and walks away.

"What the fuck, Loons!??" Colson is still angry.

"What, Colson?" She asks, sliding over to the passenger side so she can slip her shorts back on. Lighting a joint she continues "So, he got $20 because he was lucky enough to walk up and catch a show." She shrugs passing him the joint "He doesn't know who we are, and that probably made his week, if not his month. Fuck, don't make me think past a month." Her heart feeling sad "Plus, had it been a fan or a cop, it would've cost us a fuck more then a 20 and a little shock."

Side eyeing her with a smile, hitting the joint, he knows she's right as he buckles his belt before starting the Rover. Driving up the PCH she turns to him. "Besides, WHAT could truly ruin today? It's our first Bunny&Kitten MessAbout!!!" She leans over to kiss him before wiggling her fingers like a witch while dancing in her seat. "We wrote a fucking slamming song, got our first tattoos together AND got caught fucking by an old dude!!!!" Luna takes the joint, while she laughs uncontrollably causing Colson to join in with her. "Now, let's go lay down musical history." She says cockily, leaning over to kiss him. She hits it multiple times before passing it back.

"I fucking love her perspective." He thinks to himself laughing as he hits the joint and they pull into the driveway.

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Alex and Joe are already at the house. Colson greets them warmly before introducing them to Luna. They "know" of each other through The Industry. "It's nice to finally put a face to you guys!!" Luna says, causing them all to laugh.

Down in the studio, Colson and Luna get set up in the booth. As the melody begins playing in their headphones, Luna waits for her cue. Turning herself with the mic, she begins singing to Colson directly.

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

She's giving him THAT look, swirling her hips.

As the beat shifts Colson jumps in. Resting his hand on Luna's hip. Rapping to only her.

🎶We both bad, but it feels so good. And you "come" again, like I know you should. And we both wild. And the night's young. You're my drug. Breathe you in 'til my face numb. Drop it down to that bass drum. I got what you dream 'bout, fingers pulling my hair out. Eyes closed while you scream and shout. And you keep me in with those hips. While my teeth sink in those lips. While your body's giving me life and you suffocate in my kiss🎶

🎶Then you said I want you forever. Even when we're not together. Tattooed you on my body so I can take you wherever, Like, I want you forever. Even when we're not together, tattooed you on my body so I can look at you whenever, yeah🎶

He sings the last part as they exchange knowing smiles before she starts again. Leaning herself and the mic towards him.

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

Colson comes back in. Leaning into her, grabbing her ass.

🎶I can't explain it. I love our range. And I love the way your breath numbs me of novacaine. And we are, always high. Keep it strange🎶

Luna jumps in to harmonize with him , smiling as she sways her hips in his hands. They sing in unison. Pushing playfully against each other.

🎶Okay, yeah, I'm insane. But you the same🎶

Colson continues rapping

🎶Let me paint the picture. Counter in the kitchen. Taking all your clothes off. Losin' our religion. You're my pretty little vixen and I'm the voice inside your head. That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say🎶

Colson continues. As Luna dances loosely in his grip. Singing again.

🎶And you said I want you forever. Even when we're not together. Tattooed you on my body so I can take you wherever, Like, I want you forever. Even when we're not together, we're not together, tattooed you on my body so I can look at you whenever, yeah🎶

Luna kicks back in. Running her thumb across his bottom lip, dragging it across his jawline.

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

Continuing Luna lays down the hook, making finger guns as she snakes her body, holding the mic. Colson to grins, shaking his head, trying not to laugh, as feels his dick perk up even more.

🎶I'm just a LunaTic, with her Gunn. When we're together, Bad Things happen. The way you touch me, is better than ecstasy. When we're not together, I still feel you coursing through me🎶

Together they sing, pushing and playing off of each other still.

Luna continues smiling...

🎶I know I'm outta my head. But I haven't lost my mind. How is it that you know the bad things I like? We're so good, I can't explain it. What can I say, it's kismet, ain't it🎶

🎶All things you say. All the things you do, make me fall more in love with you. Oh, Bunny, I can't escape it. I'm all in, there is no maybe🎶

Hearing the beat fade out, Joe comes into they're ears. "I think we got it guys!! He says excitedly. They look at each other grinning.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" She squeals jumping into his arms, he laughs as she wraps her legs around him, kissing him deeply. "That was fucking AWESOME." She beams, pulling back to look at him. High from singing with him.

He's grinning too "It was fucking AMAZING!!" He squeezes her ass tight. Touching her pussy. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now!" He whispers into her ear. Making her moan and giggle, before letting her slide down his body, against his hard cock.

They come out of the booth to a pumped Alex and Joe. "One fucking take guys!!" Alex shouts in disbelief. "ONE FUCKING TAKE!!" Luna and Colson high five each other. "I want Luna in for some solo vocals to layer in, in mixing and the same for you, Kells."

Joe jumps in "But after that. Polished and its done! Solid fucking work guys!!!" They share a celebratory beer and joint while listening to the rough track before Luna heads back into the booth. Everyone beyond pleased with the authenticity between Luna and Colson.

"Dude, she's AMAZING!!" Alex says to Colson. "Obviously you hear about people in the industry, you know...but, fuck. She's got them Billie Holliday pipes on her!!" He looks at Colson seriously for a second. "So, I'm guessing you guys are together?"

"Don't even fucking think about. Ima bout to wife her up." He gives Alex a look.

"Can't blame a brother for asking." He replies, making Colson chuckle. Once she finishes, he steps into the booth. Luna shares another joint with Alex and Joe. Chatting but never taking her eyes off Colson.

After Colson steps back out, they begin the mixing process. Luna's fully engaged until she sees the time. "Fuck, Bunny!! I have dinner with the girls soon!!" She exclaims in a panic.

He grabs her hand. "It's ok, Kitten. Go to dinner. I'll finish up here and show you when you get home." He kisses her to reassure her.

"Home?" Her mind takes a big breath. She shakes it off.

"I fucking love you." She declares before thanking the guys and heading towards the door, she stops "You want me to bring you back anything?"

"Nah, I'm good." He pushes his chair across the room to kiss her again, appreciating her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, though." They exchange sweet I love yous before she heads upstairs to change and head to dinner with Frannie and Paris. She's excited to have some down time with them and doesn't want to think about what home entails.

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To be continued.....

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