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lovelytsunoda · 6 months

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954 // logan sargeant

summary: florida man fucks shy college girl. or, back home in fort lauderdale y/n’s welcome home party is sabotaged by her race winner brother, and it gives her a bit of a complex. at least her brothers best friend is there to make her feel better about it.

pairing: logan sargeant x female kirkwood! reader

warnings: straight up smut, kyle kirkwood is a lot to handle in large doses (but we love him anyways), feelings of anxiety, minor sibling rivalry, body image issues. i am going to hell, littered with spelling mistakes because of how fast I was typing and pure laziness to go back and fix it

author's note: 954 is the area code for fort lauderdale. and technically kyle kirkwood lives in jupiter, but for the sake of the story let's pretend he's also from lauderdale.

she sat at the edge of the pier, jeans rolled up past her shins as she started off into the horizon, watching the sun dip below the ocean line.

“it’s your party, what are you doing out here alone?”

she rolled her eyes, pulling her feet out of the water before following the voice. “why do you think? kyle hijacked it. I’m back home for less than a day and he’s already stealing the spotlight again.”

that was the way it always went in the kirkwood household: y/n came home from school, and everything was great, and then kyle waltzes in and suddenly everything is about him again.

logan shook his head, settling onto the pier next to her, a gentle hand resting on her thigh. she shrugged it off, anxiously twisting one of the rings on her hand.

“you know he doesn’t do it on purpose, right?” logan soothed “he loves you, and he hates that you feel like this.”

“i know. the inferiority complex is all me.”

“it’s not a complex, and your feelings are valid.”

she shook her head. “everyone tells me i shouldn’t have quit karting. even when it made me hate myself.”

she sighed, laying down on the pier, worn wood scratching at her skin, but not splintering against her baby pink tank top. “what am I doing with my life, logan?”

“hey, look at me.” logan encouraged, fingertips against her chin to angle her face towards him. “you are doing great things. deans list every semester, you’re a great artist and I’d be shocked if firms weren’t lining up to hire you as a litigator.”

“you’re just saying that.” she refused to meet his eyes. logan was kyles best friend, for god sakes. she’d crumble under his stare, his touch.

“but I’m not.” logan insisted, gripping her face now, making her look at him. she needed to know how wonderful she was, and he was going to be the one to tel her. “you are smart and funny and all kinds of wonderful, kirkwood. any guy would be lucky to have you, and anyone else should consider themselves blessed to have you as a friend.”

“you really mean that?”

“why would I lie to you, y/n?”

she barely had time to respond before logans lips were on hers. she was hesitant at first, unsure if logan really knew what he was doing. unsure if he was really kissing her because he wanted to or because he pitied her.

the intrusive thoughts didn’t stay long, however, as she snapped to attention and moved her lips against his, wrapping her body around his.

“jesus.” logan breathed. “those jeans make your ass look incredible. well, your ass always looks incredible, but these jeans are really doing it for me.”

she laughed at how red logan's face was, a shade that looked more salmon under the sunset. the pier was digging into her skin, and she was starting to get uncomfortable, logan's lips along her neck not quite enough to distract from the discomfort of what she was sure would become a splinter if their activities were not relocated.

somehow they made it to her bedroom without being discovered by the partygoers, much less kyle. the fairy lights tacked to her dusty pink walls were the only light in the room as logan backed her up against her bookshelf, securely caging her body against his.

she felt safe in logan's arms. protected.

"i've been crazy about you for years now." logan growled in between kisses. "every night i came over to watch panthers games with your brother, and you were there in those tight little jean shorts, laughing and giggling with your friends. or when i'd stay the night and you'd walk past his bedroom door to get to the bathroom in the middle of the night, your skimpy silk top falling down your shoulder just enough to give me a taste of your gorgeous body. do you know how many times i've jerked off to the thought of you in kyle's bathroom? you're stunning, y/n. don't let anybody tell you otherwise."

her mind was reeling, and she couldn't find the proper words as she tugged at the collar of logan's button down shirt, pressing her lips back to his. logan sargeant was interested in her.

logan saw her for her, not just as kyle kirkwood's baby sister.

clothes were shed, buttons ripped off shirts. her head was spinning, elated and giddy and she couldn't find the words to tell logan how incredible she felt as his large hands squeezed her breasts over the mesh padding of her bralette.

she gasped, logan taking that chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, his fingers grappling for the clasp on her bra.

all at once, reality came crashing back down on her. she pulled away, hands flying up to cover her exposed breasts as the pale fabric tumbled to the hardwood floor.

she wouldn't meet logan's eyes, scared to know what he thought of her naked body. scared to see him stare at her and not know what he was thinking.

his eyes softened, the lust drawing back as concern seeped in to his irises. "y/n, pretty girl, you don't need to hide yourself around me. who made you think that you weren't sexy as all hell? i never want you feel like you have to be shy around me."

he gently gripped her arms, guiding her towards the wall length mirror hanging on the back of the ensuite door. logan stood behind her, lifting her chin so that she would meet his eyes in the mirror. placing his hands over hers, he gently pulled her palms off her breasts, exposing her bare torso to the soft lighting in the room.

"look at you beautiful you are, y/n. i'm serious."

"you're just saying that so you can get your dick wet." even as she said it, she knew it didn't sound like she meant it.

but even still, staring at herself in the mirror, all she could focus on was the way that she looked: the stretch marks on her breasts, the smattering of freckles up her arms (or were they moles, like the two on her back?).

"what will it take to show you how sexy you are, y/n?" logan rasped, undoing the button on her jeans. "should i make you watch yourself as i touch you?"

"yeah." her voice was shaky. "i think you should show me how sexy i am. clearly, i need reminding." where was this sudden boldness coming from?

"that;s my sexy, shy girl." logan cooed, tugging her jeans down her legs, kissing over her ass and down her leg before coming back up, eyes hungry at the sight of the young woman in front of him, panties hiked high on her hips and fairly see through as he slipped a hand over teh fabric and between her legs, teasing at the dampness beginning to form.

she gasped as logan slicked up his fingers, slipping them inside of her in one swift movement, working around the fabric of her cheeky panties. she was breathing hard, biting her bottom lip as she took in the sight in the mirror: logan's fingers flexing in and out of her, arousal running over his pale skin, his face contorted in concentration as he growled down her ear, telling her how tight she felt, and how good she was for him.

her own skin was rosy and flushed, a sheen of sweat beginning ro form as she felt her body heating up. there was something sinful about watching herself in the mirror, finally allowing herself to let loose a moan.

"that's my girl. don't get shy on me now, i want to know that you feel as good as i do." logan groaned, sucking on her neck. "touch me, baby. i know you want to. feel how fucking hard i am for you."

she loosened her grip on logan's wrist, internally grinning at the nail marks that she left behind in his skin before slipping an arm behind her, cupping his bulge in her hand.

she was floored. she knew logan was big (she could always see the outline in his swim shorts, forcing herself to stop staring before he noticed) but knowing that she had this effect on him?

it was a powerful thing.

"jesus, logan." she whined. "i need it inside of me."

logan's eyes sparkled. "what do you need inside of you, sweetheart? i need you to say it for me." he started pumping his fingers faster, his other hand moving to fondle her left breast, tweaking the rosy bud of her nipple between his fingers.

she sighed heavily, feeling her legs turn mushy as she leaned back against logan. "need your cock." she mumbled, unsure if she could speak any louder.

"what was that, darling? don't be shy now, i can't give you what you need if you don't tell me, love."

fuck you, she thought, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. she was clenching around his fingers now, unsure of hoe much longer she'd be able to last. but she needed him inside of her, felt like she might die if he wasn't.

"your cock!" she shouted. "please, logan, i need your big cock inside me, please, god, i need it."

why did she say that? she should never have said that. it made her sound desperate. but in a way, she was desperate, wasn't she?

logans fingers stopped their ministrations, pulling out of her and taking a trail of her juices with them. she thought her eyes were going to roll back in her head before logan laid her down on her queen bed, her hair fanning out behind her as he started to undo his jeans, resort shirt still hanging off his frame, face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat as he licked her arousal off his fingers.

"do you have condoms, kirkwood? because i really don't want to have to go digging for them in kyle's room."

"please don't talk about my brother when i want you to fuck my brains out."

logan smirked. "not so shy now, are we, my sexy girl."

"shut up! go the ensuite, top vanity drawer on the left. you literally cannot miss the box."

she could have laughed, lying back on the bed and kicking off her panties as logan ran, half naked and dropping his resort shirt behind him, to the ensuite.

he stumbled back, tripping over discarded clothes and the fluffy carpet, triumphantly holding the box above his head.

"the whole box? how much do you think you're getting tonight, sarge?"

logan raised an eyebrow. "call me that, and i'm going to make you forget how shy you are and have you scream my name all night long."

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peachie-bumblebee · 9 months

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you so need to rewrite those fics you mentioned in the 3some head cannons. They sound so good omg.

you know what? here you go.

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT IT’S LONG ENOUGH IT MADE MY IPAD LAG SO HOPEFULLY THAT MAKES UP FOR IT!

ANIMALISTIC- REWRITE

ROXANNE WOLF X AFAB GEN!READER X MONTGOMERY GATOR

NSFW MINORS DNI

You wanted them, and by god, they wanted you.

CW: PRIMAL PLAY, FEAR PLAY, A BIT OF DUMBIFICATION, BREATH PLAY?, SLIGHT PAIN PLAY??, SUPER TINY ONE THING OF BLOOD PLAY, MARKING, JEALOUSY, THEY’RE MEAN BUT YOU LIKE IT, DEGRADATION, READERS A BIT OF A MASOCHIST, A BIT OF EDGING, THIS IS ALL JUST KINDA SELF INDULGENT AND CRAZY, TEASING, SLIGHT CUM PLAY???

You were Monty’s. That much was a guarantee.

You had been Monty’s from the moment he first laid his eyes on you. You had been at one of the shows with your college friends who had come back to town to reminisce about the good old days. They had gotten entirely wasted and left you there alone; alone and beautiful, and he knew from the moment he saw you in that crowd that he had to have you.

Of course, Roxanne was watching too- but Roxanne has always been far more patient than Montgomery.

Montgomery had approached you after the show late at night- you were hanging against the wall, and when you turned he stood there, hovering over you by several feet. He was breaking the rules by seeing you- and fuck, you loved a rule breaker.

That was over 8 months ago, and you’d never been happier- or more satisfied in all the meanings of the word. Monty wasn’t always the best with softness or with remembering details- minor things to you, really. But if there was one thing that Monty always delivered on, it was sex. You’d fucked on the vanity, against the window, in the Monty Gator Golf pool. He even ate you out on the middle of the stage late at night. You two had probably had every kind of sex you ever thought of having.

Except for one thing. The wildcard. The Roxanne Wolf. You weren’t stupid. You knew how she looked at you, and you knew that she and Monty were close- extremely so. It’s not like you minded it. Not at all; and you knew that your overprotective boyfriend knew too. It was an unspoken oddity of your relationship. If it had been anyone else, he probably would have flown off the handle. But Roxanne and you shared stolen glances, and her nails traced your hipbones as you passed down a tight corridor, and you were sure that was all it was ever gonna be.

So when they sat you down and proposed this- you had been taken aback. Your first thought had been that Roxy was just bored and wanted to hang out with you and Monty. After Monty patted his lap and told you to sit, you figured it was going another direction.

But not this.

Never this.

And god the adrenaline was racing through you.

They had explained it casually, toothy grins on their faces as they took you in.

Tomorrow night.

Chica’s Maze.

A game.

The rules would be simple.

You would start in the middle of the maze. You would find your way to the start or to the exit. That technicality didn’t bother either of them.

You would have a 5 minute head start. The time would be displayed on the wall for you.

It would be dark- but not pitch black.

You would be naked.

If you found your way out before they found you- you could have anything you wanted. And that meant anything at all. From either of them.

Roxanne had looked at you very pointedly when that part was discussed.

If you were caught- then they would do anything they wanted with you.

The offer had sent heat pooling down your spine. You’d done so much with Monty, and so little with Roxy.

So why not play?

“Of course”, he had reassured you, “we’ll level the playing field for you.”

The maze was always a rotating map. Neither of them would have the chance to memorize any path to find you on. And they wouldn’t camp out at the start or end- you had their word. Monty and Roxy would be wearing heavy bracelets around their ankles and hands- something to weigh them down a little. There would be forgiveness as well. If you were caught once, then you could continue on with a handicap. Something non-specified. A slap on the wrist before the real loss. They wouldn’t elaborate when you asked.

“What about your eyes?” you had asked Roxanne.

She got a certain look on her face then, one you couldn’t quite put a finger on.“That’s why you get the five minutes.”

So here you were now- the middle of Chica’s Mazercize. Monty had led you to the spot in the middle with strict instructions to close your eyes the whole way; tempting not to follow of course, but it’s far too exciting of an experience to waste it over breaking a rule as small as that.

Monty slides a cold claw down your front, wrapping the pads of his fingers around your nipple and giving it a small tug. At your slight moan, he chuckles and gets close to your ear.

“Count to 30 seconds before you open your eyes, m’kay?”

The cold air on your bare skin makes you bristle- along with something else.

“Okay.”

A ghost of a cold kiss is pressed against your cheek. “Good luck, baby.”

And with that, he leaves, the whirring of his gears fading into the distance.

As you count down, your worry your teeth between your lips, shifting your weight from side to side. This whole thing is crazy. You’d done a lot of crazy shit, but this- this is fucking crazy. But you were gonna play this game. You wanted to. You wanted them, and by god, they wanted you.

The only thing you weren’t sure you wanted was to win.

Time’s up.

Slowly, as if expecting something to jump out at you, you peel open your eyes at the maze before you. One by one, the lights shut off, creating a rapidly approaching darkness as the walls change and shift around you. Your breath catches in your throat as new pathways emerge and change before your eyes before settiling in four directions. The ground your standing on shifts as well- spinning you slowly for couple of rotations so you can no longer keep track of where the start and the end could possibly be.

North.

South.

East.

West.

You are hopelessly, helplessly lost as the final light flicks off, submerging the maze in a faint pink glow.

You have no idea where to go.

The thought makes you throb.

Above you, a giant red clock turns on to exactly 5:00. 5 minutes. 5 minutes to decide what to do- where to go.

North couldn’t hurt. North always seems to be the right answer in the stories; and really, how complicated could the maze be? It wasn’t designed to contain anything more than some casual paying guests. Maybe, you smile to yourself, you’d get out before your head start was even over. The two animatronics would be at your beck and call.

You step as quickly as you can without running down the pathway, pondering what you’d have them do to you when it hits you. Quite literally. Before you is a wall.

Left or right.

That small bubble of confidence within you begins to deflate- but the feeling between your thighs only gets worse.

4 minutes left.

You go right.

Within what feels like seconds, you hit a dead end.

A sweat starts to build on the back of your neck.

You go back down the way you came from, heading left this time. Your speed is picking up pace as you keep your eyes trained on the clock, watching valuable seconds of time circle down the drain.

Left. Right. Left. Straight.

You should have a strategy. If you pick straight enough times, will it lead you to the edge? Or was this map designed with that idea in mind?

Strategy. Strategy.

The seconds continue ticking away.

1:40 left.

Shit.

Pick left, then left again. Then pick right twice. It should lead you in the pattern of a square-like zigzag, and even if you hit the wall, you could use that as a guiding path. Right?

Right?

“One minute left!” The prerecorded voice of Chica spills over the maze from speakers, telling you that yes, you do indeed have 60 seconds to come up with a real plan on how to win this.

If you still want to win this.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t plan.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as the final seconds begin to tick away, the sound of a clock matching the beats of your feet into the ground. Strategy can no longer just be about how to get out. It now has to include how to stay hidden.

You’re trapped in a maze with two predator creatures- one built for speed, one for strength. They’re both taller than you. You know for a fact that Monty could easily toss you in the air if he wanted. You’ve heard rumors about the exact bite force of Roxy’s jaws. They’re smarter, equipped with the most modern technology in the world.

And Roxy can see you.

You just don’t know from how far away.

Fuck, what are they gonna do with you if you win?

“Uh oh!” Chica’s voice fills the maze once again, and you look towards the ceiling right as the clock his zero and a loud buzz echos through your bones. “Looks like you’re outta time!”

You’re still- deathly still as a beat of silence fills the massive maze. The only sound is your blood rushing through your ears.

And then a feminine laugh filled with absolute anticipation echos down the metal walls.

She’s here. They both are.

You don’t know what makes your body ache in anticipation more- her laugh, or the lack of your boyfriend’s.

They are two animalistic creatures made to hunt, and tonight, you are their prey.

It’s not about pure speed anymore as you go down your preplanned pathway. You’re trying to be as silent and as quick as you can be at the same time, which proves difficult.

You take a left.

The turn around the corner makes your stomach drop in fear and arousal as your eyes try to desperately find some hint of either of their presences. There’s nothing- and it’s relief and dread and ache that floods through you at the same time.

Keep going straight until you find another left.

Every sound in the maze makes your heart seize- but you’ve never felt more alive. Every pin drop, every settling noise of the pizzaplex has you stifling your own gasp of trepidation.

You find another left.

And someone is there.

It’s just a split second of danger recognition- their back is turned to you, and there’s so much adrenaline flooding through you that you don’t even know who it was. You just run.

As fast as you can, you turn back from where you can, your strides stretching as far as they can. You make the decision to dive behind another corner before you even register that there is one- it’s nearly an inperceptible slit in the walls- and as you hit the ground, you realize you’ve found the jackpot.

It’s a false wall. Made to confuse the customers- maybe scare actors stay there during the halloween season- you don’t know and quite frankly, you don’t give a shit. You crawl backwards on the floor until you’re flush with the farthest corner of the hiding place. You slap your hands over your mouth to try to quiet your breathing, eyes squeaking shut as the telltale footsteps inch closer.

It’s your boyfriend.

And he’s looking for you.

His heavy footsteps thunk into the metal floor and you squeeze your hands even tighter over your mouth.

“Baby?” His voice travels straight to your clit and you barely hold back a noise that’s pure animal-like need. You’re not thinking straight. The walls are spinning. Your pussy is throbbing.

He whistles low and slow as he walks right by.

And then he stops.

How much can he hear?

You stop breathing.

“Come on out for me, baby.” His voice is tensed with electric adrenaline, breath hissing through his mouth. “I can hear you.”

And you know he could. Monty has incredible hearing- better than you, certainly. And he doesn’t have bad eyesight- but certainly not Roxy’s.

Don’t find me. Don’t find me.

You manage to stay completely quiet, the need for oxygen burning in your lungs.

He keeps moving as your chest shakes, rounding some far off corner. You continue holding your breath as long as you can before you allow yourself to breathe as slowly and silently as you can.

Monty was going to be pissed.

The thought almost made your eyes roll back in your head.

After a few more moments you shakily stand and make your way to the exit of your hiding room. Your elbows are slightly bruised and scraped from your dive- but the ache is nothing compared to the building one between your legs. With one last glance around, you tiptoe out back onto the main path. That was close. Too close.

A part of you wonders what would have happened if he caught you just then.

Would he have pinned you down? Called Roxanne over? Given you whatever handicap you deserved? Or would he have simply picked you up right then and fucked you against the wall?

Turning in the opposite direction from where Montgomery went, you continue your strategy from before the close encounter. But as you continue walking, you lose more and more track of where you had first bumped into him. In the thrill of the chase, you had completely lost your bearings.

You continue going straight.

And then take a right. This pathway of the maze curves- perhaps this is the entrance to the maze, some kind of a lead-in.

You wall down the looming halls as it spirals into a circle. Your speed picks up along with the curves, getting tighter and tighter until a wall comes into sight in front of you.

There’s a sign there- a cartoon Chica with a frown on her face.

“Dead End!”

You only realize your mistake too late. Without notice, one second to the next- there she is. Her eyes are gleaming in the darkness, shining with hunger- shining at you. You gasp, the sound catching in your throat as you freeze. Roxanne is on you in seconds- no chance for you to even think about escaping. With a single hand she pushes you into the wall, squeezing your throat in her grasp. You can still breathe- but the intended effect is strong. She’s inches away from your face and smiling as you squirm under her, your hands grasping where hers lies on your throat, yet making no attempt to pull it away.

“Found you.”

Roxannes voice is husky with victory and lust.

Just as you get your bearings under her palm, she flips you so that your cheek is flush with the wall. You gasp as she moves up behind you, tracing your skin with a single pointy claw.

“You’ve been proving much more slippery then we initially thought. It’s almost impressive- is it a skill of yours, or just luck?”

To punctuate her words she softly curls her spare hand around your hipbone, her pinky finger drifting low enough to almost graze at your pussy slit. You let out a shuddered heave of a gasp when the very tip of her claw just barely touches your clit.

She cocks her head a little, making a false click of sympathy at your desperation. “Looks like it’s more like beginners luck.”

Roxy finally releases the back of your head from it’s pinned place. Instead, she smoothly- yet quickly- presses your chin up so that your head is arched back into her chest. Her thumb grazes your lip and presses just barely before a single drop of blood wells up.

Her hand moves down to fully cup you, and something inside of you breaks. You rut up into Roxy’s hand hard before you can even realize you’re doing anything. She stops it before it even starts, harshly hiking her hand up and away and grabbing the hilt of your chin in her hand.

“Ah ah- nope. Not yet. The rules say you get your handicap now.”

A whine from somewhere deep in you finds it way out your throat. Roxy chokes on her little laugh just slightly.

“Don’t push it. I’d use your mouth right now if I knew your boyfriend wouldn’t throw a tantrum- oh fuck, he’s gonna be so pissed when he finds out I got to you before he did.” The wolf laughs a little again before taking something out from behind her.

She wraps something long, black, and silky into her fist.

It’s a blindfold.

You were never meant to win this game at all.

With a swift hand, Roxanne ties the dark fabric around your eyes. It’s not even see through enough to see 5 inches in front of you, nevertheless 5 feet. The pitch blackness rule is clearly out the window. There’s no chance of your eyes even adjusting.

If before you were a rat in a trap, you are now the cheese.

Roxanne hums as she ever so slightly presses your body into the wall with hers. “Let’s hope that good luck of yours doesn’t run out.” She rocks against your ass once- just a tease of a grind, really, but the act makes you clutch her arm in desperation anyway.

“You have another five minutes to get going again- but I suppose you won’t be able to tell how much time had passed until our friend’s voice comes over the intercom, isn’t that right?”

Your voice breaks as she rocks again, even less so this time. “Please. Just take me now.”

“Are you saying you want to stop?”

“No i’m- i’m ready.”

“We’re not.”

Clearly, they want to play with their food.

“See you soon. Listen for your one and only’s reaction for me, won’t you baby?”

With one last cup of your ass, Roxy slips off into the unknown void that surrounds you.

A part of you just wants to slide down the wall and wait for them to realize that you haven’t moved an inch- but god, where’s the fun in that? You’re a player in a game you were doomed to fail- but you know just as well as they do that what comes in your failure is benefit. And part of the fun is the chase.

You’ll play your part.

You know they’ll play theirs.

Blindly, your trail your hand down the wall as you walk, quickly navigating yourself back down the spiral dead end. You’re just about to exit what you think is the beginning of the spiral when you hear it.

A growl, dark and deep and deliciously pissed off rumbles throughout the maze.

Roxanne was right- he really isn’t happy that she found you first.

You wonder what that means for you.

The thought only makes you move faster, adrenaline coursing deeper through your veins. You don’t know how much time you have left, but you’re gonna use it to the best of your abilities. You just have to hope you’re moving further away, not closer.

Will they hunt together now? No- Montgomery will be much too furious for that. Unless Roxanne makes him. Clearly, she has some kind of control over him that you’ve never known about; their own personal cat and mouse where both are the cat. Contrary to the animals they’re based off of, Monty’s blood runs hot in a hunt. He’s all force, all blind desire to take what is his. Roxanne appears to run cold- a deadly stalker in the night. She’s speed and strength and skill.

No matter their hunting plan, you’re royally fucked.

You race as fast as you dare down the pathways, taking lefts and rights like you know nothing- a part of you doesn’t. You know nothing about where you’re going or where you’re headed from.

Before you know it, you have one minute left. You must once again take up stealth over fast travel- so it’s best to get as far as possible first. Your hands are your only guide as you take another trip down another curve, praying you somehow haven’t moved in a big circle.

Time runs out as it always does.

Either by some miracle you blindly stumble your way across your finish line, or they find you freakishly fast. You’ll take either option- but you’re not going down without at least trying.

Another left.

You jump as a creak squeaks off in the distance, slamming your feet into the ground as your heart hammers in your chest.

Nothing.

You move on.

After 300 some paces you take a sharp right at the end of the corridor. That right ends in a sharp corner that your finger skips slightly over, and your heart skips a beat at the possibility that you’ve defied all the odds. You take one step, then two- and then there it is.

A thunk.

Another.

There he is.

You turn on your heel and run from the sound like a wild animal, knowing it’s entirely a fruitless endeavor. Monty makes a noise- deep, guttural, angry, and it only spurs you on further. You smile with your teeth bared, sure that at any moment you will feel his hands scrape you up and off the ground.

Good.

But it doesn’t come.

Instead, a familiar hand grabs your throat from the front.

Roxy.

You hadn’t even heard her coming.

Monty comes up from the behind.

“I fuckin’ had it, you know.” He presses himself pulley behind you, roughly grabbing your hips as you gasp. You can feel his dick pressed against your back, painfully hard. You hear the sound of his teeth grating. “I had them.”

“It’s a shame I got to them first then.”

You realize now that they’ve been playing a game of their own.

“Just cuz you wrap your fuckin’ claws around their throat doesn’t mean shit, wolf.”

She clicks her tongue. “That’s not all I’ve done. Look closer.”

You tremble between them in the silence.

Slowly, Roxanne pushes your chin up to show your face to your boyfriend. The air is electric, tense. Your breaths are coming in in slight heaves as Roxanne tugs your bottom lip down with her claw.

She flicks the small bloody scab with the point of her talon.

“You fuckin’ marked them?”

You don’t need to see Roxanne’s expression to know its a smug one.

“Before me?”

“Oh well.”

Montgomery trembles behind you as Roxanne gets closer, still pressing your face to the sky. Her tits brush against your bare skin and you shudder even more.

“Maybe you should ask them what’s wrong, Montgomery. If you wanna have the honors.”

Your boyfriend isn’t used to being bossed around, not in any capacity. You’ve never done it before, never even seen it happen.

You feel his face lower towards yours. “I don’t need to ask. I already know.”

He pulls you away slightly from Roxy and presses a finger against your clit hard. Your entire body jumps as you let out a moan. “Fuck, Monty.”

“See how it’s my name they’re saying? How their body responds to me at a single fuckin’ touch?”

“Funny. Their body was doing something similar when I started dry humping them in the maze.”

And that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Everyone has a breaking point. The rules of the game state that you are theirs to do what they please with- and it seems that part of what they want to do is to out perform each other. You’re just along for the ride. Monty’s breaking point is knowing she got to you first.

You’re dragged away several feet by your boyfriends hands, the air around you moving to tell you that the wolf is in quick pursuit.

“Cmon, Monty. Don’t be jealous.”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.”

Roxy reaches out beyond you and places a hand on your boyfriend. “Take their pussy first. It’ll make you feel better.”

You gasp as Monty growls, putting you on something soft. You can’t understand what it is- it feels like a mattress, which makes no fucking sense because you’re in a maze- but before you can begin thinking about that, Monty starts crawling on top of you.

Your breathing catches in your throat as you feel his dick slap against your stomach, leaving a warm sticky smear on your skin. “Can I take the blindfold off?”

A pause.

“No. Not yet.” Monty’s hands are rough as he runs them down your sides. “You’ll get to see us when you’ve earned it.”

“But I-”

Montgomery cuts you off by squeezing your jaw shut in the palm of his hand. “I didn’t ask you, slut.” With that, he uses his free hand to push up your right leg over his shoulder. His cock now rests on your thigh, heavy and weeping. “I am not fuckin’ happy with you.”

His dick tells a different story, but you aren’t able to open your mouth to tell him that.

Like before, he presses a single finger on your clit hard- this time, his thumb. He’s tense with his jealousy and lust, breath coming out heavy. You keen as he starts moving his thumb in a circle, the coolness of his skin making you jolt.

“You are such-”

Roxanne cuts Monty off. “Stop arguing with them and start prepping them to take you already.”

“And why should I fuckin’-

“Cuz I get their mouth.”

Fuck.

Roxy walks over. “Can’t sit on their fucking face if you keep talking.”

You tremble even more as you feel her kneel behind your head. As she takes your chin as leans you back, Montgomery pinches your clit between two fingers.

“Fuck- mm- Christ, Monty-

He tugs a little and your hips buck up.

“Can I please, please see you both now?”

Roxanne hums, and her body whirs as she positions herself over your face. “Hm. I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?”

You’re moaning, the feeling of him slightly kneading your clit between his fingers making you ache.

“Use your words. Ask him.”

You moan again, unable to help yourself. “Monty, Monty-

He lets go of your clit and the sheer ache of it makes you cut yourself off again.

“Can’t even fuckin’ ask me, huh?”

“Please.”

“What are you even askin’ for?”

You’re suddenly not sure.

Roxanne laughs. “That’s what we thought. Open your mouth. Tap a couple times on my thigh if you can’t handle it, okay?”

“Mhm.”

She squeezes your mouth open a little. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Okay.”

“That’s good.”

And with that, she lowers herself onto your face. You know she’s restraining herself- if she really sat, she’d kill you, but the sheer thought of that sends even more arousal through you. Though she’s not using her full weight, she is certainly still on you.

She’s warm.

“Stick your tongue out for me.”

You do, and she groans, starting to rock herself against your tongue. You can only just breathe, and the feeling is making you pleasantly fuzzy as your senses are overwhelmed.

“Told you they’re good, aren’t they Rox?”

“Fuck.”

You stick your tongue out further.

“Jesus, fucking slut-” Roxy grabs your chest in her hand and tugs on your nipple. Your moan must send some kind of vibration to her clit, because she hisses through her teeth as you do it.

“You’re crazy for letting us do this to you, baby.” Montgomery pushes two fingers inside of you. “I’ve got such a whore on my hands, don’t I? Letting us do whatever we want to you. Slippery little tease.” Your hips involuntarily buck, but he’s far too strong for you to get much of anywhere. Your cry of pleasure can’t even by silenced by Roxy’s cunt.

And Monty is huge. His fingers are already thick enough to deliciously scrape against your g-spot without doing much of anything, and his fingers are nothing compared to how his dick feels inside of you. As he slides another finger inside of you, you can hear the wet squelch of your pussy.

Of course, you can hardly hear it over the muffling that Roxanne’s thighs provide- her legs are only just squeezing your head as she grinds deeper and harder on your tongue. You’re not in pain- no, you’re in ecstasy as you wrap your lips around her clit and suck.

As you use more pressure, Monty pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy. The intense moaning makes Roxanne toss her head back. “Whatever you’re doing to them, keep fucking doing it.”

It’s Monty’s turn to chuckle as he maintains his speed. Your moan hits a higher note as your involuntarily squeeze around him, and Roxanne cums all over your face.

Fucking christ.

After a few more rocks of her hips, the wolf climbs off your face and you gasp. Roxanne cups your face and wipes her fluids off of your chin before placing them in your mouth.

“Clean me off.”

You obediently lick her fingers clean with a whine, and she groans. “I think they deserve their sight back now, don’t you, Montgomery?”

He gives a sigh of false contemplation. “Did they do a good job?”

“Clearly.”

His grin is evident in his voice. “That’s my bitch. Go on.”

Roxy peels off your blindfold, damp with sweat and her juices. You blink as your eyes adjust to your surroundings, and you discover that your are indeed on a mattress in a corridor of the maze.

They must have set up spots to fuck you across it.

You groan as Monty and Roxy help flip you onto your hands and knees. Monty slips his fingers, now warm from your pussy, out of you and you whine at the feeling.

“Don’t complain. I’m gonna stuff you full of somethin’ in just a second.”

You don’t have words anymore- you’re exhausted from the chase, and it’s like your brain has totally lost all knowledge on what your vocabulary is. You just know that the ache between your thighs is unbearable, and that you’re drooling over your bottom lip, and that you just want them to fuck you.

Roxanne sits in front of you and takes your chest into her hands, rubbing and pulling on your nipples. You lurch forwards at her touch- which is when Monty starts rubbing his cockhead against your pussy hole.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Getting all excited over just me doing this? You really must have gotten all wet n fuckin’ ready for us, didn’t you?” Monty slaps your clit with his dick, smearing his precum all over you.

“Yes.” You don’t have it in you to be embarrassed anymore. “Need you. Need you both.”

They both groan at your pitiful response.

“What do you need us to do?” Roxanne stops pinching one of your nipples to cup your whole chest on that side.

Your boyfriend keeps gliding his dick across your clit, and you’re going goddamn insane because of it. “Touch me.”

“We are touching you.”

You’re gonna fucking cry if they keep on doing this game of verbal back and forth with you. You don’t have the strength.

You groan, cringing in on yourself slightly. “Want Monty to fuck me while you rub my clit and touch me- touch me all over.”

“That’s better.” Roxanne makes eye contact with your boyfriend. “Well? Whenever you’re ready.”

And with that, Monty bottoms out in you with one thrust.

No matter how many times you’ve taken him, you just can’t seem to get used to how fucking big his dick is. It’s long and thick and he’s always super fucking messy, and even though its by far not your first time doing it, it burns so fucking good as he pushes all the way in. You cry out, shaking as he gives you a moment to adjust.

Roxy slides her hands down and presses on your pelvis, causing your eyes to roll back in your head. “I can feel him all the way up there.”

You don’t have it in you to respond. You’re blabbering now as she catches your head from meeting the mattress. “Can’t- mm- fuck- can’t fucking take it-

“I know you can.” Monty shifts forwards a bit, somehow hitting impossibly deeper. “We know you can.”

You just cry in pleasure as he continues. “Tell us you want this. Tell us how bad you want this, or we’ll stop.”

No.

“I want- fuck, please, please, please I want this, I want you Monty, please, please-

He wraps his hands around your hipbones and starts thrusting, and the rest of the world snaps away. Roxanne picks your limp upper body up and readjusts you so that you’re kneeling at an angle and draped over her shoulders. You weakly grasp as her back, nails finding no purchase in her metal skin as your boyfriend fucks up into you. Nothing exists besides how good his cock feels grinding and pumping up into your hole- there’s just pure pleasure.

Roxanne slips a hand under your body and starts rubbing your clit while Monty continues to fuck you with a brutal pace. You can’t even moan, it feels that good- all that comes out of you is a squeak of a cry. You’re mouth open, panting out huffs of breaths as you cling to Roxanne like a lifeline.

“You didn’t tell me how pretty their face was when they got all fucked out.”

Monty has his head down, eyebrows screwed up and moaning as he fucks you. “Well, that’s your own damn fault for not realizing. Fuckin’ look at ‘em.”

You can see Roxanne looking at you through your lidded eyes, too drunk on pleasure to register her own expression of lust. “It is.”

You just lay there and take both of their actions, too overwhelmed with pleasure to do anything but moan. You’re sure the maze is echoing with the sounds of you and your pussy- fuck, there’s probably a little wet spot under you from his actions- and you just can’t seem to care.

Monty growls under his breath, taking his frustration out on your pussy. “Fuckin’ snuck past me, What the hell is that?- and tried to run from me?”

“m’- m‘sorry Monty-” is all you can reply with.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I fuckin’ know.”

Before you even fully realize it, your orgasm is building in your lower stomach. They must notice some change in you that you can’t, because all of a sudden, Montgomery starts pounding into you faster. The change of pace would normally slow your climax down a little, but the swirl of Roxanne’s fingers feel so good that it picks right back up again.

The wolf laces her free hand through your hair, grounding you with slightly stinging pressure. “Just hold it for a little bit longer. We both know he’s close, don’t we?”

It’s true. He’s sliding in and out of you at a near extreme pace, his grip on your hips slightly too tight. If you could hear him over your own moans, you’d know he was nearly as loud as you.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t- please let me come, please-

Roxanne hushes you. “We know you can. Just be patient and hold it.”

You sob, clutching onto to her tighter than you thought possible.

Monty’s hips begin to stutter and he grabs the mattress, claws piercing the soft material. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it baby, keep squeezing me just like that. That’s right, that’s my good fuckin’ slut-”

You gasp, the last of your reasoning hanging on for those telltale words of permission from your boyfriend.

“You can cum now, cum for me, that’s it, let go-

Roxy firmly roots her claws in your hair, and with that, you cum.

You can’t even tell how long it really goes on for. It feels like eternities. Some part of you can hear your cry of ecstasy as you finally cum on his dick and her hand, but the rest of you is too caught up in the white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Monty comes inside of you, his warmth flooding your lower stomach, and continues to hump his dick up into you well after he’s done so that you can ride it all out. You bounce on him too, unable to help yourself as your orgasm fades away.

When you come back to your senses, you’re in Monty’s arms as he holds you, Roxanne seating right beside. You’re covered in sweat, aching, exhausted- and extremely happy.

“You know. You were pretty damn close to winnin’, baby.” Montgomery tells you as you look around.

“Really?”

Roxanne smiles. “Couple more turns and you would have walked through the exit.”

You sigh, looking up at the ceiling, and then between the two animalistic creatures above you.

And you know to ask just one thing.

“So when are you gonna let me try again?”

END

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thatprettybunny · 1 year

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"Who said you're not my girlfriend?

Eren never actually asked you to be his girlfriend. College AU, suggestive

You two had been friends for weeks, high school buddies who managed to go to the same college.

For a long time, nothing went on between you two. Yeah, Eren would hang out in your apartment a lot, well him and Armin, but that was standard. You were the only one privileged enough to have your own apartment right next to campus. So late into the evening it wasnt unusual for your roomates to come home to see his lengthy limbs sprawled over the living room couch, scrolling through his phone while you sat one the rug trying to actually get work done.

However, over time things changed. Not in a bad way, just you'd realise how he was touching you more. Maybe your standing in the passageway and instead of just asking you to move, his hands would settle on your waist, gently shifting you so he could pass. Or even, when you try to reach things on the top shelf, one palm resting on your waist while the other grabbed whatever you needed.

Ohhhhh and the nicknames. What went from just your given name or even just a passing , 'Bro', over the last two months has become, 'Hey, babe, pass me that controller", "Jesus Shortie, just ask, you know you can't reach it." (especially if your taller)

And well, you brush it off. You have no choice but to think of it as how he is with all his close friends.

But close friends don't feel this kind of tension do they?

Last week, you, Jean, Eren and Armin were all spending a week at Jean's guest house on the coast. You were in the kitchen, dutifully cleaning up just mindlessly washing your plate when you feel someone's tall frame cage you in the sink, broad chest against your back, muscular arms with a delicously prominent vein running up them on either side of you, and rouge, whispy brown hair in your peripheral.

You spin around to face him, preparing a small witty comment as response, when your mind goes blank from the proximity. His bent slightly, his face one breath from yours. His lips one breath from yours.

You freeze as he gives you a dazed smile, his eyes wandering to your nose and lips, and god if your weren't crazy positive you would have sworn your chest too. He leans his head closer, resting it against yours, his breath in your ear. You feel your heart race and your skin prick with expectation. Skin shuddering when you feel a small kiss on your earlobe. and then another one lower down, and another and another.

All the way to your collarbone.

He's kind of panting and you manage to struggle out a sentence. "Eren what are you doing?" And still you'd hardly care, your brain to focused on the stiffled Shhhhhh he responds with.

Your not sure how much further you would have gone, but you never got the chance to find out anyway. After all, Eren is by nature, a little shit, so before you can even process it, a new plate clatters in the sink and Eren darts off with a yell of, "Thanks for washing that for me!" Leaving you awestruck standing there.

That wasn't even a one off thing; after then Eren's lips seem to be frequently meeting near every part of your body. Your forehead when he drops you off to classes, your cheek whenever you give him a right answer for a test. God help you, he'd even kissed your boob once while you both curled up on the couch, Thirteen going on Thirty playing on the TV and Eren's head pillowed by the soft flesh of your boobs.

And even if that's to be expected of a friendship with Eren, even if sometimes him holding your hand on the way to classes or asking you to 'Be for real Babe" when you reach to pay for your coffee, your predicament right now definitely isn't normal for friends.

Friends don't press each other on walls; hooking their thighs around them while slipping their tonuge's into the other's throat. Normal bffs are surely not supposed to plm their friends tits, say, ''such a Good Girl for me hmm?"

Yet here you are, pressed up against Eren, desperately seeking anything he was willing to give you. Letting him twist your nipples and dance with your tongue, but when he gives your bottom lip a small tug, seperating you for a split second, clarity hits you.

"Wait. Eren, isn't this like a girlfriend boyfriend thing? SHould we be doing this?

"Who said you're not my girlfriend?"

#cute #aot x reader #suggestive #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren jaeger #attack on titan #thatprettybunny

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writer-freak · 6 months

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Comfort clothes | Gojo satoru x gn reader

Summary: You already always wear your roommates shirts, and today you decided to tease him a little.

Warnings: College roommate AU, kinda suggestive but no smut, making out, reader wears Gojo's shirts, the shirt is also described to be long on reader, fluff otherwise, english isn't my first language, haven't written anything suggestive since I was 14 so please don't judge

Wordcount: 900

A/n: First time in years I have written something even slightly suggestive and I just hope that it's kind of readable. Also, my first time ever writing for Gojo so he could be ooc because I still haven't figured out how to write for him completely

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more

Everything began innocently enough. One day you couldn't find any of your comfortable clothes. While searching, you quickly noticed that you forgot to wash them and, with a groan, walked into your living room.

While complaining to your roommate Gojo, he offered you one of his shirts with a playful grin. With nothing to lose, you accepted, and after that, it just became a habit. His shirts became your go-to comfort wear, especially if you had late-night study sessions or a lazy weekend.

Gojo, the tease that he is, would always comment on how good you looked in his shirts, even implying that they might look better on you than him. This casual flirting became a routine, a dance around unspoken tension between the two of you.

One day you felt a little bolder and decided to pair one of Gojo's shirts with some really short shorts. The shorts were hidden underneath the shirt hem, giving a less-than-innocent effect. You looked yourself once over in your mirror before you walked into your shared living room. Gojo was sitting on the couch, and you couldn't ignore how Gojo's gaze lingered just a little longer where his shirt ended. His usual teasing took on a bit of a different tone, there was a subtle shift in the air, and the tension that neither of you ever acknowledged became even more noticeable.

Someone had to crack first, and you really didn't want to be the one, so you continued walking in the direction of the kitchen. What made you stop in your tracks was Gojo letting out a low whistle. "You really like driving me crazy, don't you?" he said, his tone had a certain intensity behind it.

Your heart raced as you met his gaze, the unspoken attraction between you unignorable. With a small smirk, Gojo confessed, "Subtlety has never been my strong suit but until now I've been trying to figure out how to say this but I'm attracted to you, alright?" He took another look at your outfit while you were turned in his direction and let out a deep groan. Looking up at the ceiling he added "And I really think you're trying to kill me with this."

Your breath was caught in your throat, not because it surprised you that he was attracted to you but because it was this easy to get him to crack and admit it.

So now that the confession was out in the open and the tension between you two was palpable. Without saying a word you walked towards him, a knowing glint in your eyes. His gaze followed your every move. "You're not making this easy, you know," he said, his voice low. A playful smirk was on your face. "That is exactly what I want."

You stood in front of him, your fingers tracing the collar of your shirt-his shirt. Gojo watched with hunger in his eyes as your fingers slowly trailed down teasingly touching the hem of his shirt but not doing anything further.

His fingers brushed against yours, and just this simple touch sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could react, you were pulled into his lap. His hands started exploring, gliding along the curves of your body. One of his hands found purchase on your thigh while the other one was placed on the back of your head pulling you in. This position lets your shirt rise up, showing the tiny shorts underneath.

His lips then softly pressed against yours. At first, you were unsure, and you didn't really know what to do. He pulled back slightly, nosing against your cheek and pressing a kiss against it. This sign of affection made your heart flutter, so this time you were the one diving in for the kiss.

His hand went to your waist holding onto you, while you took his face into your hands.

Your lips were moving against each other at first slowly, still unsure, but then it quickly became more heated. Your tongues started to tangle, his lips swiping lovingly against yours. You matched his passion pressing your body closer against his wanting to feel every inch of him against you. Your hands were now in his hair tugging slightly and you were able to pull a quiet moan out of him, and that just did something to you but sadly you both needed to breathe. Reluctantly Gojo pulled away, biting your lower lip before letting you both catch your breath. You wanted more but you knew you should maybe have a conversation before going any further. Even though the room felt hotter than ever and it was obvious how you both just wanted to continue.

Your hands moved down finding purchase on Gojo's neck and you smiled sweetly at him.

And Gojo swears you are trying to kill him with everything you do, he groans inwardly and hides his face in your neck breathing you in. You let out an airy giggle, and you just had to think about how adorable he could be. Trying to get his attention you said "Gojo?" You heard him mumble something against your neck but couldn't make it out clearly and asked him to repeat himself.

He reluctantly pulled away from your neck "Call me Satoru."

Divider by: @cafekitsune

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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I'm addicted to you

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — So my idea was maybe with Warren or even Billy (if you want to write for him of course), the reader is super shy (maybe she's friends with Daisy, who dragged her along one day you know) and Warren/Billy just took an interest in her and flirts to make her blush, but at first she thinks he's joking or just being nice because "no one actually likes the shy girl". Hope you like it, sorry if it's too specific 😅

✧.* summary — From the first time you met The Six's drummer he was always around you praising you, and picking up on you. And one day you put your shyness aside and return it in kind.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 3.7k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I apologize for the delay in answering your asks, college has been making me crazy lately, but I promise that soon everything will be back to normal, also this isn't revised so there might be some mistakes. Hope you like it 🫶🏾

"Come on Y/N we need your help." Daisy repeats it for the fourth time that morning. "I mean, I can write good songs but you're going to add something to the mix, you know? I already talked to Teddy, he loved the idea."

"Of course he loved it, he loves any opportunity to bring me to the label." You laugh, stirring the food in the pot. "I would love to help you Daisy, but you know I prefer the backstage."

"I promise you it's just going to be the people in the band, no one else." She lifts her pinky for you to intertwine yours. "Come on Y/N, please."

You let out a sigh, squeezing your eyes shut tightly, sure you'd regret it. "Alright, when do we start?"

Your passion for music was no secret to anyone, you always loved portraying your emotions, your feelings, frustrations through music and that's what you've been doing since you were 14 years old, obviously you didn't start professionally at first, it was just you your guitar a paper and a pen in the afternoons after class for a long time before you get the courage to show anyone your lyrics. You knew Daisy from school, and it was to her that you first presented your songs, after that your passion for the musical world brought you two together.

Daisy had the courage that you would never have, and you admired her so much for it, the fact that you were backstage writing the songs, without the public attention, without the fame was never something that bothered you, in fact it was something you preferred. There was something about attention that activated the most intense peak of your anxiety.

Whenever you found yourself in the spotlight, your heart would start to race, pounding in your chest like a wild animal trying to break free. Your palms would become slick with sweat, and your fingers would twitch nervously as if trying to escape the situation. Your breaths would come in short, shallow gasps, as if your lungs were struggling to get enough air. Your stomach would churn with nausea, and you would feel the muscles in your abdomen tighten into knots. You could feel your whole body trembling with tension, every nerve ending on high alert as if waiting for the next attack.

So yeah, you were much better off stage.

Daisy had great difficulty understanding this position of yours, and when she joined The Six she was sure that what they needed was your help to improve those lyrics. She knew that with you, they were going to make the best album in the whole world. She had spent a few weeks preparing the territory, Daisy knew if she wanted you to agree she had to go slowly implanting the ideas in your head little by little until in the end, you agreed.

You didn't have the courage to open your eyes as you felt the wind hit your face, you knew that if you noticed the paths Daisy's car took you would feel butterflies in your stomach. As you approached the label, Daisy glanced at you from time to time, smiling as she found your reaction amusing.

"You're gonna be fine Y/N" You feel the car stop, opening your eyes slowly you notice they had stopped at a light, relieved you let out a sight. "They're nice people, I swear to you… well, except for Billy but don't worry I'll handle him."

"I knew I was going to regret this Daisy." Your voice was weak. "I work much better at home, I might as well work on my parts and hand them to you later."

Daisy looks at you with arched eyebrows. "Without listening to the instruments?"

You shrug, trying to convince yourself you could handle it. Daisy just laughs, and you roll your eyes. "What?"

"Are you serious?" The redhead questions. "You urgently need more social activities."

…

As you stepped out of Daisy's car, your heart began to race. You tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself down, but your anxiety only seemed to intensify with each passing second. You followed Daisy into the label building, feeling like a fish out of water among all the bright lights and bustling activity.

Daisy leads you to the studio they used to record, Teddy says hello from across the sound booth, you wave back at him then turn back to the band members watching you curiously. Immediately you regret it and take your eyes to the ground trying little by little to hide behind Daisy.

"Well, well, well," he said, sauntering over to you. "Who's this pretty little thing that Daisy's brought us?"

You felt your face heat up as you tried to hide behind Daisy, who just rolled her eyes at Warren's flirting.

"This is Y/N," she said, introducing you. "She's a songwriter, and she's been helping me out with the album."

Warren's eyes lit up with interest. "A songwriter, huh? Well, we could always use more talent around here."

He extended his hand towards you, and you hesitated for a moment before shaking it tentatively. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel your cheeks turning pink.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he said, still holding onto your hand. "I'm Warren."

You pulled your hand back, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Uh, yeah, nice to meet you too."

…

Warren's flirty mood had become a pattern, he loved the way your cheeks flushed in his presence, or how you widen your eyes at every flirtation he gave you, and he thought it was adorable the way you never knew how to handle his compliments, so he always made an effort to come up with something new.

You never knew what to expect, he always took you by surprise at the most unexpected moments, and you just loved that attention coming from him.

The band was sitting on the studio floor, you were further away from the group, in the corner of the room with your notebook, your pen and some crumpled sheets of paper around you. You hummed the tune Graham had created, trying to match your ideas to it, your pen hanging from your lips as you picked it up every now and then to make some adjustments.

Warren tapped some cans while watching you from afar. He loved how you seemed to shut out the world around you when you started writing, how you smiled when you got the lyrics right. He even thought it was really cute when you hated something and dropped your notebook on the floor to take a break.

He smiles at the idea that is born in his mind, he opens his notebook on a random sheet of paper writing something and then making a paper airplane with it. He takes aim in your direction, tongue sticking out as if that will help him concentrate more, and when he feels ready he throws it towards you.

You are snapped out of your concentration by the piece of paper that hits your eye. "Ouch." you exclaim, closing your eyes and rubbing them.

"Shit!" Warren exclaims, moving closer to you. "I'm sorry cariño."

"What was that for?" You struggle to get used to the light in the room again.

"It was supposed to be something cute, now it seems like I wanted to make you blind." He says running his hands through his curls. "Is it rude of me to ask you to read it?"

You can't contain your laughter, he laughs along with you and you shake your head. "I can try."

You undo the paper plane, a little nervous to have the man's gaze centered on you, his handwriting wasn't difficult to understand but with your eye "damaged" by the little accident it took you a while. It read "You must be tired, right?"

You arch your eyebrows in question, looking at him blankly. Rojas had a smirk on his face and soon you knew something curious was coming, he had a smile on his face waiting for you to question him why. So you do so.

"Why?" You ask quietly, he smiles wider.

"Because you've been running through my mind all day long mi amor." He finishes the sentence almost in a whisper, the Spanish nickname sends a chill down your spine that almost immediately brings the blush to your cheeks. "You know something mamita, you're so fucking pretty when you're shy."

He winks at you before standing up, leaving you with a flushed face, a racing heart, and a goofy smile on your face.

…

The smell of fresh coffee invaded their noses, that morning contained a fresh climate and yet the sun was shining brightly in the Los Angeles sky. It's been a few hours since they've been locked in the label's studio trying to improve the pre-chorus of "Aurora". Daisy, Billy and you had been working on this song for the past few days but knew there was something missing right there. Daisy once again stated that she didn't know how to work with empty stomach, so together with The Six they went to the nearest bakery for a more elaborate breakfast.

"You know what? I think it turned out cool that way." Graham states, pointing to the chord Eddie had just written in his notebook. "Maybe you could add longer notes, so as not to overshadow Warren's solo and still show the bass..."

"Great idea dude." Eddie says writing it down, taking a bite of his toast next.

Warren looked uneasy, he had noticed since leaving the studio that you hadn't accompanied them, which left him a little disappointed, as he liked to spend as much time as possible by your side, he eats his order quickly while tapping his feet nonstop, after drinking his juice he turns to Daisy, lighting a cigarette.

"Hey Daisy." He calls for her, catching her attention. "Do you know why she didn't come?"

Daisy smiles, she arches an eyebrow enjoying seeing the drummer's interest in her friend. "It's like you don't know her, any chance to spend some time alone she accepts."

"Yeah yeah of course." He really wanted to go back there, spend more time with you, he was afraid that now that the album was almost finished he wouldn't see you anymore. "Now that I remember! I forgot my drumsticks in the studio." he exclaims, capturing the attention of everyone at the table.

"So what?" Eddie asks. "You're not going to play right now anyways, chill out." He chuckles.

"Actually I just had an inspiration, I need to go get them." Rojas stands up, adjusting the vest on his torso.

Without giving a chance to be contradicted, he leaves through the front door, leaving his friends without understanding much. Daisy smiles at the ridiculous excuse the drummer had come up with to go find you, eager to find out what it would lead to.

The record company wasn't far away, Warren only had to walk a few blocks to reach his destination. He brought you a croissant and coffee, figuring you might be hungry since you didn't join them, he enters the record label excited, wanting to see you as soon as possible but as soon as he hears something different he stops in front of the door of the studio where you record.

He doesn't move listening to the sound of a beautiful, calm, light and yet powerful voice echoing from the room, he doesn't take long to recognize Aurora's melody and without being able to contain his curiosity, open the door slowly. Coming across you sitting on the floor, some sheets spread out next to you and your notebook, pencil dangling from your ear and a guitar in your lap.

He can't contain his smile when he sees you sing, with each passing day he is more and more enchanted by you and your talent always surprises him in a good way. As soon as you finish he makes his presence known by knocking on the door, you take your gaze up to him and he holds up the bag he brought you.

"How long have you been there, uh?" You question without looking him in the eye.

"Long enough to need to ask you something." You definitely didn't expect that answer, so you just wait for him to finish. "Did it hurt when you fell from the sky? Because you have an angelic voice mi amor."

You roll your eyes smiling weakly, Rojas approaches you sitting beside you admiring your flushed face. You muster up the courage to face him, something he didn't expect and as soon as your eyes met his he felt like he was floating, or dreaming even.

"Can I ask you something Warren?" You say softly, directing your speech just for him.

Rojas arches his eyebrows curiously, he rests his head in the palm of his hand watching you closely.

"Sure, go ahead," he says, smiling warmly.

You think twice before saying something, you take a deep breath and say, "Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears."

The drummer had a surprised and yet admiring expression, he licks his lips smiling wide then, the way his eyes get tiny when he smiles makes your heart warm. But as soon as you realized what you said your gaze dropped to your hands, you felt embarrassed by what you said, it seemed ridiculous that you wanted to flirt with a man like him.

"Hey." He says bringing his hand to your chin, lifting your face to look at him. "I never knew you had it in you," he says, still chuckling. "That was actually really cute."

"It was ridiculous." You state, nervous to look him straight in the eye.

"Nothing that comes from you can be ridiculous, mamita." He stops smiling, staring into your eyes as if he's admiring the most beautiful view in the world, and maybe he is. "You're so gorgeous."

…

You were lying on the couch in your apartment, Daisy was sitting on the floor in front of you with the guitar in her lap composing. You bit the pencil and every now and then tapped it against the notebook you have in your hands, you were trying to finish the lyrics to "Regret Me", a song that Daisy had started a few days ago.

"Y/N! Are you here?" The redhead exclaims, snapping her fingers in front of your face.

"Uh? Oh yeah sorry, where were we?" You sit on the couch, your thoughts still in the air.

"What do you have?” Daisy asks, a faint smile on her face. “Want to talk about it?”

"Does Warren usually do that whole pick-up line thing with everyone?" You ask, Daisy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What pick-up line thing?" Daisy says, not understanding what you were talking about.

"It's just... It just seems ridiculous now that I'm going to tell someone." You let out a laugh, and Daisy still looks lost on the subject. "It's just that lately he's always been hitting on me, or complimenting me whenever he can…"

Daisy looked surprised, she arched her eyebrows and a smile spread across her face. You shake your head, feeling ridiculous for thinking maybe he was actually interested in you.

"Nevermind, it's ridiculous." You say, trying to focus on your notebook but the heat on your cheek wouldn't let you.

"Wait wait, so you're telling me that Warren is flirting with you?" Daisy had a look on your face that couldn't quite name, so you just nod. "Oh my God, I knew it!"

"Excuse me?" You ask, lost in her words. "What do you mean?" Your heart was pounding on your chest.

"I mean, it's obvious that he likes you," Daisy says with a smirk, strumming a few chords on her guitar. "Every time you're around, he's practically glowing."

You let out a small laugh, feeling relieved yet nervous. "I don't know, I mean, he's my coworker and I don't want to make things awkward between us."

Daisy puts down the guitar and turns to you, placing a reassuring hand on your knee. "Trust me, I've seen this before. Sometimes you just have to take a chance on someone and see where it goes."

You look at Daisy, feeling grateful for her support. "What do you suggest I do?"

Daisy thinks for a moment before a mischievous grin spreads across her face. "I suggest you give him a taste of his own medicine. Flirt back a little, see how he reacts."

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a little hesitant. "I don't know if I'm good at that."

Daisy gives you a playful nudge. "Come on, it's all in good fun. And who knows, you might actually enjoy it."

You nod, feeling a little more confident. "Okay, I'll give it a try."

Daisy claps her hands, looking pleased with herself. "That's what I like to hear! Now, let's get back to these lyrics."

As you both return to working on the song, you can't help but feel a little excited about the possibility of something more with Warren.

…

Warren was sitting on the other side of the room, you walked in and he took his gaze to you immediately watching you with a smile on his face. You take a deep breath, remembering Daisy's words, you let out without thinking.

You walk up to him. "Hey there, handsome," you say with a playful smile.

Warren looks up at you, surprised by your sudden flirtation. He stammers for a moment before finally responding, "Uh, hey. What's up hermosa?"

As soon as you see the blush rising on Warren's cheeks, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement. It's as if you've just won a game that you've been practicing for ages. You smile to yourself, feeling like you've finally accomplished something that you've been wanting to do for a long time.

"Nothing much, just wanted to come over and say hi," you say, trying to keep up the playful tone. "But I have to admit, I'm enjoying making you a little shy."

Warren lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. "I'm not used to this, you know. Usually, it's me doing the flirting," he says, still looking a little flustered.

"Well, maybe it's time for a change," you say, feeling encouraged by his reaction. "Who knows, maybe I'll be the one making you blush all day long."

Warren looks at you with a mix of surprise and amusement, but you can tell that he's enjoying the attention. You spend the rest of the day playfully flirting with him, and every time he blushes or stammers, you feel a sense of satisfaction and pride.

You couldn't believe how good it felt to flirt with Warren. All day long, you kept up your teasing and pick-up lines, enjoying the way he blushed and stumbled over his words. Each time he seemed caught off guard, your confidence grew, and you felt a newfound boldness you hadn't known before.

In the break room, you caught him staring at you as you filled up your coffee cup.

"You know, I'm pretty sure this coffee isn't the only thing that's hot around here." you said with a grin.

Warren choked on his own sip of coffee, coughing as he tried to regain his composure. You couldn't help but giggle at the effect you had on him.

Later you find him at the drums playing around with some ideas he had, realizing it was just the two of you. You see another opportunity and approach him, he watches you and already smiles, imagining what could come.

"You know pretty boy, I kinda have a thing for drummers in rock bands." You lean lightly on the drums, winking at him.

"Do you?" He says, his low voice reaching your ears like honey. "Well this drummer right here really is into you, actually…"

"Is that so?" You try to maintain your posture, but it's impossible to deny that every time he smiles your legs give way.

Warren comes out from behind the drums, approaching you, his proximity makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, he doesn't take his eyes off yours and you could spend hours looking into those eyes. When you can already feel his breathing is when he stops, his hands rest on your waist and your breathing becomes increasingly uneven.

"I mean it cariño, I really like you." He whispers, and you feel your heart give up. "I don't think I've ever met someone as unique as you and holy shit I love it. I'm addicted to you, everything that you do, every detail of your face I just can't get enough of your presence… Damn you make me want to get up early to come work in this studio, don't get me wrong, I love my job... My point is, you make everything better."

You didn't expect his words, an involuntary smile takes over your face and you take your hands to his curls, he smiles at the touch caressing your waist pulling you closer to him. He licks his lips bringing his eyes to your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, you nod and he does so.

As Warren's lips meet yours, you feel a jolt of electricity surge through your body. His kiss is gentle and passionate, and it feels like he's been waiting to do this for a long time. You respond to him with equal fervor, your hands slipping up into his hair and your body pressing against his. The kiss is sweet and tender, yet full of longing and desire. You can feel your heart racing in your chest as the kiss deepens, and you wrap your arms around Warren, not wanting this moment to end. As you finally break the kiss, you look up into his eyes and see the same passion and affection that you feel reflected back at you.

"I'm addicted to you too." You manage to say, still mesmerized by his eyes.

He places several kisses on your lips, and you smile at his act. "Let me take you out? Promise you, no more cheesy pick up lines."

"I would accept this invitation even if you spend the whole time hitting on me." You say and he smiles, wasting no time closing the space between you.

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Note: this is the first time I write anything in english so take it more like an idea or whatever. I have no respect for this language, but correct me when I'm wrong, please.

I had this "OC" in my mind for years but I can't recall her name, so you can imagine this is you, you're narrating this story, past tense and present might be a little all over the place, ehe.

I always imagined this like a series of mini comics because it contains some things from Dabi's past like before being Dabi the villain but after the fire that "killed him", I'm just not patient or talented enough to draw all that.

+4000 words.

Warning: it may be boring, you may read some dumb teen behaviour, soft +18 content, slow burn, and some Bella Swan vibes.

Nothing more to say, I hope somebody likes it.

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I met Dabi when I was barely a teenager; too young, too naive, but also too mad at my parents so I took every chance to be with people I shouldn't be around and that's exactly how I met him. He had a fire quirk that harms his body so he looked like shit, he wasn’t exactly handsome but he was light-hearted.

I noticed he dyed his hair black and I started to help him with it, also helped him cure his skin when he over used his quirk. I don’t know how or when but we became closer.

There was just... something in his eyes. Never seen eyes that color blue. Anybody would think he was a bad influence but it was the other way round. Dabi was such a nice guy, always telling me to go home, go to school, helping me with anything I needed and all I needed was him —with me— all the time.

“I like you” he said, “you’re kind and pretty, also you’re rich, why do you hang around these losers?”

“I like you” I said. I could never forget the smile on his face.

He told me about his past and I thought his future was us, together. We were young, those were the days when you think you know everything but you’re just naïve, too naïve. We would lay down in the grass and tangle up, I usually bring food and beverages for everyone, he’d put his arm around my shoulders and tell everyone not to mess with me, he made me feel special, he made me feel loved and mature.

We invented a signal and we started to meet at midnight, it was easy because I had a quirk that allowed me to teleport. Wherever he strayed, I followed and I would’ve begged for him to hold my hand and never let go.

However, time passed and he and his friends got in big trouble. I knew they were thieves, and then they became murderers and had to take different paths.

“You can’t hide me alone, are you fucked in the head?!” Dabi yelled at me when we had our first big fight because of that. “We need to go and you can’t come with us, your parents will get us caught for kidnapping, this is my last word. You stay, we’ll meet again someday.”

We lost contact before I graduated; he simply disappeared and left me with a broken heart.

I cried my eyes out for a month, but a girl gotta be tough and smart and independent. I moved out of my parents house when I finished high school, thanks to my dad, he rented a whole apartment near college and that was probably the first time in a long time I was grateful to have a wealthy family.

I just had to study and work for the family business and life would be sweet, but then one day I saw him. He walked by the Coffee Shop I used to go. How could I ever forget him? He wasn't exactly my first love but definitely one true love. My heart stopped for a second and then raced like crazy, I got up and out of the place running.

"DABI" I yelled but he kept walking, "Dabi, stop!" He walked around the corner of a dark alley, so I stopped, I doubted:

Should I follow or should I let him go for good? It's been a couple of years, he probably has someone new now, I thought.

Then I heard him:

"It's been a long time" he said from the shadows of that alley, his voice changed a bit, matured, "I was convinced you forgot about me. I missed you"

A tear shed from my left eye when I saw his face, his burned skin looked worse than before.

"What an asshole" I said and ran to his arms, hugged him hard enough for him to moan, "I thought I'd never see you again."

I punched his chest.

"You dumbass, I hate you. I hate you! I should hate you but I'm just mad at you and I just wanna cry and I... I..." words escaped from my mind for a moment, "do you want a coffee or anything?"

He laughed and hugged me gently.

"I'm sorry. I missed you", he said.

For what it felt like an eternity, that was all that he could say. I was confused and happy at the same time, he walked with me to my place, looked up at the building and said something about being too far from his place, he didn't tell me where his place was or what he's been doing. We made a deal to meet at the coffee shop every Wednesday and for a few months that was okay.

“I still like you” he confessed randomly.

“I like you too”

He never told me what he does for a living, but I could imagine it. I felt like the more that he said, the less that I knew about his life and I was okay with that as long as he would stay around.

One day, he didn't show up. The next Wednesday, he came with an excuse about a job I’m sure he made up to keep me happy, to keep me safe.

"Dabi, why don't you come live with me?" I asked one time. His big blue eyes were wide open and I was sure he was gonna say no, so I insisted:

"I don't have a lot of free time lately, this is my senior year and I need to focus but I still want you around, come live with me and I'll see you every night, you don't have to worry about your job, you know you can live rent-free and..."

"No. Stop. No."

"Just come see the apartment, please.” I insisted, I didn’t want to let him go again, “It's big enough I swear and we can..."

"Please, stop. I have pride. I'm still a man."

He talked about how different we were, but I knew it wasn't true, he said maybe if I was less dependent of my parents we could work this out, but I knew that was just an excuse. It took me a couple of months but I made him come into my apartment.

"I just need to pick something real quick, come with me" I said and it wasn't all lie, I needed something it just wouldn't be quick.

He looked around the living room, I went to my bedroom to pick some books and when I walked out, he was looking out the window.

"You have a nice view", he said. I could see his blue eyes reflexing on the window’s glass.

"I know"

I walked to him and hugged him.

"I missed being this close in private.” I whispered.

“The last time we were fifteen", he concurred.

He didn't grow any taller since then, I put my head on his shoulder and felt a shiver. His hands went from my hair down to my shoulders, then down to my back until he touched my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes and left a sigh out.

"You've changed", he whispered, I looked at his face and he had that smile, I'd never forget the smile he had the first time I saw him, or the first time that we had sex.

"We were just kids back then, pretending to be adults"

"I don't regret that" he kissed me slowly.

"Me neither"

He took my clothes off clumsily and I led us to the couch, I could tell he didn't have anything with anybody else and I was so relief about it. I took his jacket off and went straight to his pants; he already had an erection like he was craving for it all this time.

"No more games" he said "let's go to your room"

I took his hand and we went to bed, I laid down and he kissed and touched me viciously, then I remembered I didn't have a condom and pushed him away.

"Do you have...?"

"No" he said, he knew what I meant.

"Damn it!" I cursed; we were already there like that. "I could go..."

"No, don't worry. You had to pick something anyway; we'll do it any other day"

My heart raced. I wanted to take him immediately when he said that, but I just kissed him and made him promise he'd come back. And he did. Over and over.

Until he was practically living there with me. I had him just where I wanted and then, one day, my mother showed up.

"You have to finish this relationship before other people find out. You can't live like this, we raised you better than that. You better not get pregnant or I'll drag you to an abortion clinic myself."

Good thing: that day Dabi wasn't around. Time passed and he was more and more time somewhere far away; I had the feeling he would disappear again, so I had to talk it out but I didn’t know how, I thought he would take it as a sign to completely disappear.

"You could leave a note, you know, or send me a text. Tell me when you're leaving, for how long... I'll graduate soon, I'm busy too but at least I tell you when I'm coming home late."

"I think I can't keep living here" he said "I've been trying to protect you from the things I do, but I think it's catching up. I can't risk you, I can't lose you"

I felt my blood pressure go low.

"So you're leaving me... again"

He did not say anything.

We both knew this day would come around. I just wanted to keep my delusional idea that we would work things out. Run away together, somewhere far from Japan. I even suggested Spanish lessons one night.

"I love you" he whispered in my ear when he hugged me "and I'll find you when I'm done"

"Done with what?"

He kissed me and walked to the door.

"Touya, done with what?!"

I only called him by his real name when I was angry and he knew. His last gaze before closing the door was so sad but I was at the edge of going mad.

"STUPID TODOROKI!"

I threw my phone across the living room. I screamed and kicked the sofa, my tears ricochet and I tried to stop them with my hands but couldn’t; and then I just went to my room and tried to retain it all back inside.

I cried, until my face was red and swollen and couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I looked like a frog whenever I cry this much so I did't get out of bed for a whole day.

I couldn't possibly imagine what he was doing; but every time there was a fire, anything related to blue flames I knew it was him and I kinda knew why. I knew everything about his family, about his father.

All Might retired, so Dabi's father was #1 Hero now. It must have messed with his brain and I wished I could have helped him, but you cannot help someone that doesn't want to be saved.

I did my best to move on. I graduated and started to work at my father's company. I realized Dabi was right about me: I was my father’s daughter and I couldn’t live without his protection; but there was nothing wrong about it, now that I was older, I realized I was lucky for it. I wished he had my luck.

Left the apartment and moved to a different city, my mom was too excited about that, she visited me the first chance she had.

"You know whose hero's agency is really near?" She asked me, "Hawks’ agency, the #2 hero!" She was suspiciously excited about it, "he's so young but so talented and handsome! You know, I could set..."

"Mother, leave"

"What?"

"You do not get to do this, you do not get to set me a blind dates, I don't want you to do that and I don't want you here. I moved so I didn't have to have you around, don't visit me unannounced anymore, please, now leave"

"You ungrateful piece of shit" she started saying something but I wasn’t gonna let her talk:

"Yeah, I know, I know, take your things now and leave"

She started an argument so I just walked to my bedroom and closed the door lock. I assumed she would get tired of talking to the door and leave. I took a sleeping pill; I loved those pills. Then the most unimaginable thing happened when I woke up, there was a chaos outside, too much noise and heat and apparently, there was two heroes fighting a monster, a nomu.

I went inside to check the news, the battle seemed lost but Endeavor managed to win. I fucking hated that guy, but damn he was strong… and so was his son.

I missed Dabi. I kept sending text messages for a while after he left me and he never replied so I stopped, but at that moment I felt the urge to try again.

“Did you watch the news?” I asked.

“What’s your new address?”

“Are you serious, you fucking dork?" I texted back.

"I'll find you, I'm pretty near" he replied. I blushed a little, I felt excited to see him again.

"You better come with a bouquet, coffee and the most dramatic apology you can think of"

“LMAO”, was his last text.

Almost a week later, a bouquet appeared at my entrance.

Holy shit, I thought. There was a note: "I miss you, I’ll be back soon"

Later, after work, I got a free coffee.

"A guy paid for it earlier, he said he knew you, I hope it's okay" said the girl at the counter.

"He had blue eyes and looked like a crispy chip?"

"Mmm, yes" she stuttered.

"It's good, thank you"

“You’re welcome, come back soon!” She sighed in relief.

Then, when I got home the door was open and it made me so angry.

"If this is the best apology you can imagine, you're the biggest asshole...!"

However, there was no one inside. I looked around the house, he wasn't there. I felt insecure so I called a friend, I stayed at her apartment that night and she tried to convince me to call the police.

I said I would, but I called him instead.

He answered.

"Today at my house, was it you?"

"What?" He sounded confuse.

"The door was open but there was no one inside"

"I sent you flowers and coffee but I didn't think of any way to apologize enough to you. I didn't go to your house and I won't go until you let me"

"Okay… I think I'll call the police then, don’t come near"

"Good. Take care."

“I…”

Silence. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t expect him to pick up the phone in the first place. He whispered my name:

“Thank you for loving me this whole time” he said and hung up.

I felt like stupid for not saying anything. I didn’t even said that I loved him, never said it but actions speak for themselves and I couldn’t deny it.

After calling the police, some heroes would walk by my house every damn day; my father visited to make sure they did, my mother was too offended to come with him.

Turned out it was just a robbery case.

“Your mom and I talked about what happened between you two and I have to keep her happy, honey”, he stated “they don’t say ‘happy wife, happy life’ for nothing, I know she hasn’t been the best to you, but she tries”

“She treats me like shit, always have”

“Don’t say that” he sighed. “Let’s make a deal: I will set you a couple of dates just to calm her down and you choose the type of man you want to go to dates with, uh?”

I smiled viciously.

“No criminals!” he immediately said “don’t put yourself in danger just to get to your mother’s nerves, think about me too. There must be some nice guys you’d like to meet.”

“What if I want to date a woman?”

“Fine by me, I like woman too”

“I don’t like woman that way, I just wanted to know if I could.”

He laughed and looked at the time.

“Your mom told me about that hero, Hawks, I met him and he’s not very heroic actually, he’s just lucky he has a useful quirk, I think you’d like him”

“You’re pushing me”

“I’m not. Let’s set this now, you’ll have two dates, one with that hero prick and one with whoever you want, some college colleague preferably”

“Okay, fine, but the second date will be a woman.”

Mother always got what she wanted.

“Excellent, my dear! Send me her profile when you pick one, I’ll set the time and date, you go wherever you want and keep me updated. I gotta go now”

I chose a friend from college my mother never seemed to approve. As soon as I made my choice, my dad did his part.

The day I met Keigo it was rainy, he asked me if I wanted to cancel but I didn’t, I liked rain when it’s calm and I wanted to finish my duty as soon as possible. We went for coffee, watched a movie and then to a nice but not too elegant restaurant for dinner.

When I told him I had no intentions to date him, he told me he had no excuse to reject this date since he took a break from his hero’s agency for personal reasons; he seemed nice, careless and turned out to be easy-going, but he wasn’t Dabi.

I swore I could go home by myself but he insisted and when we were arriving, he put his arms around me.

“Don’t be scared” he said and took fly with me. I teleported back to the ground without thinking and shouted at him:

“What the fuck were you thinking?! What were you trying to do to me, you psycho?!”

He looked down at me and I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“You’re not supposed to use your quirk whenever you want, you’re not a professional hero nor a villain like me” Dabi was by my side and his eyes locked to Keigo’s. He came down with his hands exposed.

“I sensed you following me, I didn’t think you two knew each other” Keigo looked careful now.

“We’re like childhood friends” Dabi said, “I was curious why would someone like her hang around a hero like you”

“It was my mom’s idea” I said, “Dad intervened, long story short, I have to go to blind dates now, it’s none of your business” I looked at Keigo: “now I am curious why you’re not trying to catch him”

“I told you I’m off duty”

“Sure”

Something was off, I knew but I couldn’t tell. Dabi always kept me far enough and safe from his business. These two knew each other, but I couldn’t tell if Dabi was an informant or it was the other way round.

“I’ll take her home now” Dabi said.

“What kind of man would let his date go home with another man?” Keigo smiled.

I felt Dabi’s hand get warmer so I took it off my shoulder.

“I told you I could go home by myself, so I’m leaving. You two can catch up now, it seems like you have something to talk about”

“You’re wrong” Dabi said, “You and I have a lot to catch up”

I looked him in the eyes, it cut deep to know him right to the bone. He came back and he’d go away soon.

“I know that it’s over, Dabi, I don’t need your closure” I said firmly and walked away. It hurted more than I expected, I wasn’t serious, just wanted to mislead Hawks.

The rain came pouring down the closer I got home, it helped me conceal my stupid tears. That night I slept on the couch, I kinda expected Dabi to come but he did not.

Keigo, on the other hand, appeared at my door early in the morning with a nice bouquet.

“You may think I’m not serious,” he said “but I found you amusing”

He accompanied me on the way to work, behave nicely, but I suspected of his true intentions.

“Dabi was a part of a rebel phase when I was younger,” I admitted, he didn’t say anything, neither pretended he didn’t wanna know, “he comes and goes, he may think that I’m bulletproof but I’m not”

“With a quirk like yours, you could easily avoid a bullet” he tried to joke around but I didn’t let it slide.

“I’m conscious that he sees what he does to me, he knows exactly how to ruin a perfect day and I’m sick and tired of that attitude, so whatever you’re trying to do here, end it right now”

His smirk faded.

“Last night you said it was over, but I see it’s not. I won’t annoy you anymore”

His phone ringed, we said goodbye and he left me alone. I knew he just wanted to know if I was involved in anything Dabi was.

Life turned boring for a while and that was okay, but myhouse started to feel too big for me alone. I was considering to move to an apartment or bring a girl friend to live with me when I looked out the window and saw a letter outside the mailbox; when I went out to pick it, looked around but didn’t see anybody.

I knew it was his.

I knew it was a goodbye letter, I had to let him go.

“I won’t make assumptions why you moved to a different city but I think it’s cause of me. I swear I gave my blood, sweat and if I could cry I’d give my tears to protect you from the things that I do but it wasn’t enough, I could never give you peace”, he wrote.

“Deep down I hoped I would never lose you, eventually I did. I’m not your problem anymore. I can’t just show up at your front door and expect you to let me in, but I want to do it anyway.

Now that we don’t talk, I just wanted you to know I wish I was a better man for you.”

Lastly, he wrote:

“I’m sorry that I hurted you, it’s not your fault.”

I never felt so attacked by a piece of paper in my life. I knew I was better alone than needing a man like him, but the heart wants what it wants. Wishing he was a better man wasn’t an option, I loved him for being the man he was, the fact that he didn’t see it my way was painful.

All this time I thought he could see right through me, now I wonder what was he seeing this whole time.

I called him but he didn’t pick up the phone, so I started to write a text message when I heard the door ring bell and he was there standing at my door.

“This is the last time” he said, “I swear this is the last time”

He put his arms around me, he was warm and had that suspicious smell like he over used his quirk.

“You’re an asshole” I mumbled.

“I know”

“I’m tired of this”

“I know”

“I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you”

“You won’t have to”

I looked at his face, surprised.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s go inside, we have a lot to talk about” he walked in.

For the first time, he opened up about everything, I listened carefully; I got worried, even cried a little. I suggested again that we could run away together but he didn’t want to, he was determined to fulfil his revenge against Endeavor even if it killed him in the process.

It made me want to die. I took a deep breath.

“You can’t come here and expect me to accept that you’re willing to die just to expose your father’s shit to everyone in Japan” he opened his mouth but I didn’t let him talk, “you have to choose right now, Touya, you leave now or you stay with me. You can’t just ask a person that loves you to sit and watch you get killed, you’ll have to kill me just the same”

Dabi hugged me gently, kissed me softly.

“Never going to happen”

My heart ached. I knew he’d leave me in the morning, but all I could think about was that I wished I could go back in time and save Touya from that fire. If anybody could go back in time and save him, knowing what I know, even if it meant we wouldn’t meet or be together… that’d be okay.

“Dabi, I’m sorry I didn’t meet you before”

He looked confused.

“I think we never stood a chance, did we? Wanna come to bed?” I asked and he smiled.

“Yeah, ready for it?”

I laughed and took his hand, led him to the bedroom, took his jacket off and appreciated his burned arms for a moment. I touched his burned lip with the tip of my finger.

“I love you” he said.

“Just not enough to stay”

“I…”

I shushed him. Nothing he could say would eased the pain I was feeling that night. I hugged him, kissed him and whispered in his ear:

“I love you too. Now show me your love with actions instead of words”

#dabi #dabi x you #fanfiction #light novel style #i like the idea that dabi would be the kinda guy that makes sure you know he likes you #cliche warning #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader

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tartagliaxx · 2 years

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。IN WHICH WE FALL FARTHER THAN ICARUS

━━ PAIRING: aether/reader

━━ GENRE: fluff

━━ SUMMARY: colors flicker by the second and paints his skin in every possible hue. what's constant, however, is the pretty nude of his lips that tastes sweeter than any bubblegum.

━━ CONTAINS: modern!au, established relationship, aether and reader are on their last year of college, aether is unashamedly a corny simp and reader eats that right up, lowercase intended

━━ VALENTINE’S 2022 EVENT SPECIAL (LATE POST)

THE sun was setting, casting a golden sheen on everything it grazes. a magnificent sight — and a welcome one at that as the tints of orange and gold made the view from the peak of the ferris wheel even more worthwhile. the line had been long but you were happy you were there, especially since you were given the additional gift of your dear lover's pleasant smile. though his eyes were turned towards the horizon, the affectionate gaze he held was directed to you multiple times that day, and what a sight it was to see. a look that could stop time — had someone told you that, you'd believe it in a heartbeat. that is, if your heart hadn't already failed by that time given how fast it raced to accommodate the heat in your cheeks.

"look! they're selling bubblegum ice cream there!"

you forced yourself to look away from the magnificence of his childish jubilance to look at where he was pointing. a few meters away from the ride you were on, you could see a lady wearing a striped shirt handing a teal-colored ice cream on a cone to a small child and his guardian.

"you have a sharp eyesight," you noted as aether laughed lightly, "do you want one?"

"yeah, it looks pretty. kinda reminds me of the sweater you bought on our first mall date."

and again, your heart skipped a beat, "you remembered that?"

aether had the nerve to look wronged at your comment, which promptly earned him a jab to his stomach. a moment of silence was shared, each awaiting the other's move but ultimately, you both laughed. in sync — like two great minds linked by similar thoughts and two hearts beating to match the pace of the one who truly owns it. really, he had to have a million and one ways of making you feel like you're once again in high school with nothing much to think about but the smaller, more valuable things in life.

"i still think you're prettier though. sunsets look good on you."

your hand was taken into his and though his touch caused electric sparks to shoot up your nerves, the way he tenderly held it in his, paired with the way his thumb ran over your knuckles, stopped it from numbing over. not like you'd mind. it's not much exaggeration to say you'll give an arm and a limb for this man and for this moment to stay with you forever and ever.

"very smooth of you, aether. what follows next? a stereotypical kiss? or maybe, a proposal?"

"i don't know," aether abashedly rubbed at his neck, hoping that the rosette hue that settled there would quell, "i just like the way your hand fits in mine."

he's always been so effortlessly charming— always saying the right words to reduce you to a half-crazy teenager in love and if you loved him any less, you would be furious for how devastatingly unfair he was when it comes to your poor heart.

the worst part is that nine times out of ten, aether doesn't even mean to come across as an incredibly appealing young man. every time you tried to bring up his ridiculously attractive behavior, he ends up laughing nervously with a massive blush as he scolds you off for over-exaggerating. this person was oblivious to the stares that linger around him. you thought he was just being considerate at first but aether was genuinely unaware that he was the kind of person who could have an entire nation worshipping his words and that was perhaps the biggest taunt out of all.

perhaps that's also why you're so sold… his innocent honesty was his biggest weapon against you.

"ah, the ride's coming back to an end. that's a shame… i guess there's no more time for that kiss and that proposal you're looking forward to…"

rolling your eyes at his cheeky quip, you turned around to watch the passengers five carts away from you disembark, "wanna go in line again?"

"you'll brave through the queue again for me?"

"babe, i'd jump off a cliff for you if you said the word."

"please don't." the frown on his face made you laugh.

"well, just say that again if i actually decide to do it. i'll come crawling back in."

"did you just—"

"walked you into a mitski song reference? yes, i did. c'mon, time to get off."

aether wordlessly followed after you, lips twisting into the same lovestruck smile you were admiring a few moments ago. it was nice to be young and in love.

the moon had started to rise by the time you exited the cart and more and more guests began to move towards the empty field near the pirate section of the amusement park. the fireworks event was the main attraction of the night and frankly, what you were most looking forward to. aether, on the other hand, had agreed to accompany you for the limited edition ice cream he wanted to try out.

noticing your straying gaze, aether tugged you to the confectionary stand safely away from the incoming traffic. "we'll get there in time, don't worry…"

"i wasn't worried. just surprised that there aren't as many couples as i expected there to be."

aether shrugged before wearing a polite smile as he talked to the attendant. you had mentioned your order to him earlier, allowing you the small freedom of fondly tracing the contours of his face with your eyes. he really is the prettiest gem in your eyes, you chuckled before taking the treat offered to you with ease.

"is it good?" you asked and aether nodded excitedly. cute… your lover was too cute for his own good that your heart could do nothing but swell in pride.

watching aether converse animatedly while inching through the three scoops of his beloved bubblegum ice cream brought a different kind of happiness to associate with this rare version of him. it's not as if he was rarely happy because aether was actually more often seen with a smile than a blank look. rather, it's been rarer of him to smile so widely as if he had no worries in his mind. it came with the whole adulting package but it's satisfying to know that he can still act as free as the wind despite having both of his feet planted firmly into the ground.

perhaps the whole "worrying over nothing" thing came with the loving someone package on your end.

"something wrong?"

"nah, just looking forward to the fireworks!"

as you said that, a loud whistle followed by an explosive boom made you jump in surprise. with both of your attention successfully stolen, you both glanced up in awe as more and more fireworks began ascending the night sky before one by one exploding into pops of colors in the tempo of the upbeat generic love song playing in the area. though fleeting, you were able to capture photos of the various shapes it formed before dissipating. a simple pink heart, a red rose, and the silhouette of what you assumed to be a cherub pointing its bow towards an unassuming pair. you even managed to snag a picture with aether who lazily threw a peace sign at the camera with his half-eaten ice cream. his blushing cheeks were hidden by the darkness of the night and filtered with the glow of a yellow firework but it was present. you felt it against your cheek as he moved to pull you by the waist.

"happy valentine's!" he shouted and you laughed as he winced at the sheer volume of his voice. not that you would call it loud compared to everything else in your vicinity. surrounded by the cheers of exhilarated children and the encouraging screams of their parents, you dropped the idea of trying to top their volume in favor of returning your lover's greeting with a chaste peck on his cheek and squeezing his hand in yours.

aether held your gaze for a second longer before beaming and returning the favor by pressing a kiss on your forehead with a mumbled 'i love you.' deciding not to waste the view, you both turned back to the sky where the fireworks show seemed to be ending soon. the spurts of color that came every other second now had larger intervals and all around you, mumbles of disappointment were expressed. you couldn't blame them. you wanted the moment to last a little bit longer too. before you could pout for long, aether had called your name before motioning to the more quiet side of the park.

it was only after you were quite a distance away from the celebration that you realized how smoky and stuffy the environment had been. as you took a deep breath of the crisp air, aether shot you a sympathetic glance as he tapped the spot beside him on the grass. the moment you were settled, you leaned into his shoulder and he let out a sound of approval at your close proximity.

"did you have fun?"

"yeah… did you?"

golden locks tickled your nose as his fringe came out of the braid he was sporting when he nodded, "i always have fun when i'm with you."

"really? if i didn't know any better, i'd say you like me better than the ice cream you were eating!"

"but i do! you're my favorite person. the best part of waking up. that's why i don't need you to jump off a cliff for me. just… hold my hand. let's fall together."

"how tragically romantic… have you been studying shakespeare for your literature classes?"

"shut up," aether laughs as he rests his head on top of yours, "you're ruining my cheesy comment."

"ok, ok! i'm shutting up."

golden eyes flickered green then red and finally, pink as the last of the fireworks fizzled into nothing only to be replaced by the quieter booms and explosions of the stars far away from earth.

"i hope the only falling we'll ever need to do is falling deeper in love with each other."

you smiled, wrapping your hands around his as you let out a contented smile. you need not the fireworks to make you see the world in a rose-tinted sheen. life was so much better with him by your side — so much brighter too with his precious eyes and brilliant smiles. he really was your sunshine. a light so powerful that it can weather away the exhaustion and the weariness you held in your fractured soul. perhaps it was a sin to keep him all to yourself but as your eyes fluttered close, you find yourself comforted by the fact that no depth nor dark would dub a descent for him and with him not worthwhile.

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donteattheappleshook · 2 years

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Captain Swan Fics Masterpost

List below the cut

Find me on Ao3 as donteattheappleshook

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Mature widower with good home wishes to make acquaintance of a hardworking girl or widow. No children. Object matrimony. When Emma Swan flees scandal in New York to marry a man she’s never met in Storybrooke, Montana, she doesn’t have any illusions of finding love. But when she’s picked up at the station by Killian Jones, it finds her regardless. Despite sharing his home, his bed, and his heart, she can never truly be his.

Rated M.

Not Broken At All

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Season 1 Neverland AU. Emma is still trying to adjust to her new life as Sheriff of Storybrooke and mom to Henry, who still believes everyone in town is a fairytale creature. When she finds a badly beaten, one handed man while patrolling, she's convinced he's crazy. he is, after all, rambling about fairies and shadows and crocodiles. But when Henry is suddenly taken by what Emma swears (but can't believe) was a shadow, the madman in the hospital might be her only hope of getting her son back. Whether he likes it or not.

Rated M.

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Complete:

(not so) young, drunk and alone

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“Swan, it’s me. ‘M so sorry I ‘avnent called for… September, October, Nov… three months. Shit that’s too many months. ‘M sorry but I need your help. The sherrffeff won’t let me leave. He says you have to pick me up - well not you but ‘ynow someone. I don’t know anyone else. Oh! It’s Killian by the way. Killian Jones. I don’t know how many Killians you know but I’m that one. The dickhead who ghosted you. ‘Nway, if you could call me back that would be just - awesome. Yur prolly not gonna call me back. I wouldn’t call me back. ‘Nway… yeah. It’s Killian. Thanks.”

Rated (light) M

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Barefoot in the wildest winter

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She wasn’t supposed to come back. It had been a stupid plan, thinking she could get in and out of Storybrooke without anyone knowing she was here. Just catch the skip, bring him in and go back to Boston without her brother finding out that she’d lied about not being able to come home for Christmas like she did every year. There’s some kind of cosmic joke being made at her expense. There has to be for this day and this storm to have led her here of all places, on tonight of all nights.The walk to the building feels all too familiar and she struggles to push back the memories of the last time she was here as she works up the nerve to make her way up the stairs, to knock on the door. There’s still time to run. “Swan?” “Hey, Killian.”

Rated M (E?)

Hello, again

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Killian never saw a lover more than once, never called a past encounter again after he or she had left, never even got their phone number. He never said hello a second time. All he was every interested in since the loss of his wife was a single night.

Emma had rules. She only ever went to bed with strangers. She didn’t do relationships or friends with benefits or second nights. She’d learned young how dangerous feelings could be.

Neither had ever met another person so clearly uninterested in any kind of romantic relationship as themselves, with so impossible a risk of developing affection. So in the history of attempts at truly casual sex, this might be the first time it could actually work.

A silver!Hook AU

Rated E.

Give me my yesterdays

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Neal was a great dad. He took care of her and Henry, he showed up to every track and field race, he was home for every holiday. She wasn’t unhappy. She had her family and her friends. It was fine. It was enough. Until her son went off to college and her husband started working late, and a twenty-something year old moved in next door.

Rated M.

The Dick Pic Debacle

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“Alright, what the hell is wrong with you two?” Will finally demanded. “Emma saw my dick and now it’s awkward.” Belle nearly choked on her drink. “She what? How?” “Neal sent her a dick pic. So I sent one back to get him to piss off. Emma found it by accident.”

Rated E.

It Was Only a Kiss

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Neverland may kill her. If it’s not her fear for Henry, then it will her exhaustion, or her doubt, or the overwhelming despair that she’ll never get out of here alive, that she’ll fail her son, that she’ll fail everyone. There’s only one thing she’s found that can silence it all, that can make her feel real again. She shouldn’t be seeking comfort in Hook. She shouldn’t, but she does. It was only a kiss. That was all it was supposed to be. But now that she’s started, she doesn’t think she can stop. Not now that she knows what it’s like. Canon Divergent.

Rated E.

She Came from the Water

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Between his dissatisfying job, a constant battle to keep seeing his daughter, and a history of mistakes, losses, and broken dreams, Killian Jones has no place for magic in his life. But when he pulls in his fishing nets one evening only to find a woman caught in them, his life becomes infinitely more complicated. Is she a siren, a selkie, like his daughter believes, or just another lost soul like himself? Suddenly, his life is a thing of fairytales; beautiful women hidden away in cottages, selkie husbands coming back to claim them, and, just maybe, a chance at happily ever after. Ondine AU.

Rated M.

How long, love, before you go (part 4 of Lover of the Light)

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The story Killian and Emma told her parents in part 3, of how they met and fell in love.

This whole chapter is a completely self indulgent piece that nobody asked for but I needed to write...

Rated E

Dare I say forever... (part 3 of Lover of the Light)

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He’d turned the tavern upside down trying to find her, had scoured the streets for any sign of her golden hair, of the eyes he’d only just been gazing into. But she was nowhere, and the panic started to settle. No. No, it has to have worked. That was why they found the bloody star in the first place - light magic, no tricks, a wish that would send them both home. But she’s not with him.

The reunion of WishEmma and SilverWishHook after the events of Lover of the Light and Ghosts that we Knew. Also affectionately (and agressively) nicknamed Wish Baby

Rated E

Ghosts That We Knew (part 2 of Lover of the Light)

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What happened in Storybrooke during the events of Lover of the Light. Wish Emma had to go somewhere...

Rated E.

Lover of the Light

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After the Evil Queen grants Emma’s wish to never be the Savior, she wakes up in the Enchanted Forest, suddenly the princess she never wanted to be. She wants her real life back, her real family back, and she knows there’s only one person she can count on to help her. A Wish Realm AU.

Rated E.

Some Cupid Kills with Arrows

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Emma and Killian hate each other. They have since the night they met. Or at least since the morning after. So Emma is dreading having to deal with them being Maid of Honour and Best Man at her brother’s wedding. But, as their friends grow more and more annoyed at their constant bickering and a masquerade Stag and Doe turns everything on it’s head, the entire bridal party come to a startling realisation: Emma and Killian might just be perfect for each other. With a little scheming and some well-timed chaos, maybe they can stop yelling at each other long enough to realise it too. Much Ado About Nothing AU.

Rated M.

There is a Pirate in the Dungeon

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There is a pirate in the dungeon. All the serving girls are too afraid to go down the steps and bring him his meal. All but one.

This fic is based on a beautiful little story from The Starless Sea that just screamed of Captain Swan so strongly that I couldn't resist. Rated T.

I Don’t Want to Wait Till Christmas (To Love You)

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Emma’s done something stupid. She’s told her mom that she has a boyfriend and has promised to bring him home for Christmas dinner. The problem is she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she hasn’t even had a real date in twelve years. Luckily, her best friend, Killian Jones, is there to help - even if he has to make her online dating profile himself. AU.

Rated M.

I Know

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Inspired by @carpedzem’s beautiful artwork. Emma hasn’t been in many sword fights in her life but she’s won them all. Well, almost all of them. All of them except that one in Neverland with Killian. But she did beat him at Lake Nostos… right?

Rated T.

Playacting

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Emma has finally left her awful boyfriend after nearly a decade. But when he makes her meet him in a bar to pick up the last of her stuff, she risks falling victim to his usual tactics of sending her crawling back to him. Thankfully, the handsome bartender is there to lend a hand. A fake-boyfriend AU. Heavily Anti-Neal so don’t read if that’s not your thing.

Rated E.

Your Pole or Mine

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Chapter 1 by @hollyethecurious Chapter 2 by me

Killian hadn’t really had a chance to make his neighbor’s acquaintance since he’d moved in a few weeks ago, but he had seen her often enough to know how very much he wished for an introduction. Not just because she was stunningly beautiful with her long blonde hair, bright green eyes, and creamy complexion, but because he felt they likely had quite a bit in common, given the odd hours they both seemed to keep. Her current predicament with her parcel might finally afford him the opportunity to connect with her in a more meaningful way than simple waves and muttered hellos. That is, until said parcel caused him to voice the assumption he’d held about her vocation; that her occupation might be the same as his own. Turns out the late nights, provocative outfits, and arrival of a fitness dance pole did not mean what he thought it did.

“You think I’m a stripper?”

Bloody Hell.

Rated E.

Scrabble and a Great Many Other Things

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Anonymous AU Prompt: Emma pushed Killian away when he confessed his feelings to her. He’s finally returned home, a bit broken by the world. Will she finally have the guts to tell him what she always regretted not saying?

Rated T.

Seal of Approval

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Prompt: Captain Swan and Snowing go on a double date during the six weeks of quiet in season 4.

Rated M.

Some Fairytale Bliss

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Set during Operation Mongoose: Part 2. Missing scene. Emma decides to teach the shy deckhand a thing or two about swordplay. Fluffy smut. Cannon(ish).

Rated E.

Of Cars and Bars

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When Emma Swan is offered the chance to go on tour as an opener for one of the most popular up and coming bands of the decade, the last thing she expects is to find that the lead guitarist is the stranger she had a one night stand with five years ago. Musicians AU.

Rated E.

Stone Hearts

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Emma should have known. She should have known that they couldn’t just go to the underworld and not suffer any consequences. She should have known they’d bring something back with them. Cannon Divergent after 5x21 Last Rites. No Hyde. No serum. No Evil Queen split. No prophecy. No season 6.

Rated M.

Just Human Volume 2

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SEQUEL A continuation of my CSSNS2018 story Just Human. Now that Killian is [redacted for spoilers] and Mary Margaret knows everything, what does life have in store for a group of supernatural misfits? With the threat of Gold gone, Emma learns that sometimes just being human is the most complicated challenge of all. Being Human AU.

Rated M.

Just Human

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After her death, Emma wakes up in her home, unable to be seen or heard by anyone. She resigns herself to this lifeless existence until one day, two men move into the house she haunts - and somehow, they can see her. A ghost, a vampire, and a werewolf living under one roof, what could possibly go wrong? Being Human AU.

Rated T.

The Gardener

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Emma runs every morning, and the day she runs through the neighborhood where Killian is landscaping turns into something so much more than a daily bit of eye candy. Based on a prompt I can no longer find that was something like “You run by my house every morning and I make sure I’m outside every morning to see you”. Modern AU.

Rated T.

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Neverland Smut! Set between 3x07 and 3x08. Emma needs the reminder that Killian is alive and well. The fact that Neal is sleeping six feet away doesn’t matter. Neverland Renaissance.

Rated E.

Six Weeks

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A Daddy!Killian one shot. Emma has been acting weird ever since they brought their daughter home. Not what you think it is. Cannon(ish).

Rated E.

Check Ups

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A series of missing scene from 2x12 “In the Name of the Brother”. Emma keeps checking on Hook in the hospital. She just wants to make sure Gold hasn’t killed him. And that he hasn’t escaped. That’s it. She swears. Cannon Divergent: Missing Scene.

Rated T.

Pillow Talk

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A post-coital captain swan get talking which leads to some interesting discoveries on both parts. And some challenges. Cannon(ish).

Rated E.

A Woman of Action

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Emma may not have been a woman of words but she didn’t need to be – not with him. But she was definitely a woman of action. A little fic about Emma appreciating her man. Cannon(ish).

Rated E.

#all my fics in one tidy little place #maddie writes #captain swan #cs fanfic #captain swan fanfic #cs ff

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aletheapierce · 10 months

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ogden task 005: the hart of the matter

as alethea sat in the leather chair, her fingers picked at the edge of her dress, wondering just what the fuck she was doing there. her mother had mentioned being honest and endearing and as charming and sweet as she could be with donovan, (how she found out about this, alethea had no clue), meaning that she wishes she was in alethea's place. anything to be near fame, to prove that she belonged with the best of them. the apple didn’t fall far from the tree did it?

maybe they shouldn't have done that line before this. but it just felt...necessary. they were sure jesse would do it, so no harm no foul right?

donovan hart faced her, giving a bright smile as if trying to relax them, to bring them in and open them up. their heart only tripled in time and she tried to casually check her own pulse - can't be having a heart attack in the middle of an interview now could she? he smooths over his jacket, looks to a person out of alethea’s line of vision, nods, and turns back to her.

“no need to be nervous now, just answer honestly. people want to hear your side of the story, to know who you are, how this is affecting you. nothing to hide.” oh, but the glint in his eye and the way he nodded his head to the side told her differently. they all knew everyone was hiding something. including her.

she swallows with a nod, mouth going dry, sniffling, fingers still pressing against each other through the velvet fabric of the dress. he smiles clears his throat, and then dives in.

“it’s a tough year to be a student at ogden college with the tragic passing of penelope klein. and of course, we can’t forget the ongoing missing persons case surrounding beloved student, greer morrison. i know that dean zuko insisted on free on-campus counseling set up for all students. have you made use of it?”

did he? that certainly wasn’t advertised like he thought. “uhm…” they press their lips together and shrug. “not yet, it’s kinda hard to get an appointment. so many students are in need, and our classes are so demanding, plus the work we have after. hard to make it fit when there’s such limited time and appointments.” she lies, it rolls out so easily through her teeth. an excuse she has used time and time again with something else interested - calling her mom back, making friends, going on dates, doing whatever crazy diet her mother sent her. blame it on the workload. he nods, clearly unsatisfied with her answer.

she sniffs again, reaching to wipe her nose on her sleeve but freezes with her arm halfway raised as she remembers this is being recorded. putting it down, an anonymous pa brings over a box of tissues and she politely takes it. “allergies.” she whispers, wiping her nose before crossing her feet at her ankles and turning to mr. hart again. trying to channel her mother.

“there was that nasty storm that knocked out the power at the resort, i remember. that got a little dicey, huh? parents and staff all congregated in the faculty chalet, but you kids were on the other side of the resort. we’ve been told that penelope organized some things for people to complete to make it through that night together. were you one of them? what did you get up to during the blackout?”

her thoughts are racing, thinking back to that night as a whole. It was a shitshow from start to finish, her mothers cool anger pricking her at every corner, the tension that lived in the air, and the misery of being trapped without heat or power for so long. plus everything else that was found. “uh yea, i’m sure you’ve heard, ya know. penny was on-top of everything, the kind of person who can command a room and convince even the most indifferent student to care. so she got us all into different pairs and groups, sending us out to do things. i was told to go look for supplies in other chalet’s, which i did. but by the time we collected everything, the power came back so we headed back and-” she stops herself, unsure why all these words are pouring out of her, not when she’s known for her quietness. maybe she really shouldn’t have done that line.

“in the wake of tragedy, it can be hard to recall things in detail. the brain has its own ways of protecting itself in high-stress situations, and i know that the police have been a near-constant presence on campus this year. this is not that; i want you to feel safe and comfortable enough to share whatever you want about that night. did you see anything? hear anything?”

the polaroids. laid out for her or heni to find. monty being the one to stumble upon them, how they were now tucked away neatly under the bottom drawer of her desk. sometimes she took them out to stare at them - as if they could tell her any more than they already did. “not really, i mean it was pitch black and our phones died. I have the bruises to prove that.” she attempts a smile, but it comes off weakly and instead she glances back at her hands. “you know when you’re alone in the dark? and everything feels way more intense than it actually is? like the walls are moving in on you and the sound of a tree brushing against the door feels like someone taunting you? and even the air feels thicker, damp, like it’s waiting for you to turn around and realize the monster is right behind you?” she doesn’t know what she’s saying or where she’s going. had she ever really been afraid of the dark? “uh…well we were on high alert, and nothing ever came from it. but honestly, things feel like that now. lost in the dark with no knowledge of what we actually need to be afraid of so we’re just…skittish around everything…” her voice tapers off as she looks over the empty space minus the crew who are just focusing on the sound, the camera. she feels mr. hart’s eyes on her but when she glances back over at him, he’s shifting again. she hates him.

he clears his throat again, ready to move on to his next readied question, not even bothering to comment on her poor nonsensical metaphor. figures. “obviously, we all want to get to the bottom of this and work through whatever lingering effects it might have left behind. if you were paired off with anyone that night, can you remember what they were doing? would it have been possible that they might have been behind anything you saw?"

“oh.” she pauses, she’s full on picking at her nails now, and she knows it’ll be the first thing her mother will comment on when she sees this. so she moves to sit on her hands instead, wondering if she should mention monty at all. but maybe he mentioned her? “yea, i was with monty.” we talked about how we’d have a threesome and found creepy photos in my bedroom, and he might have wanted to kiss me. but she doesn’t say any of that. “no, we were together the whole time.” even when they changed. “trying to use the flashlights on our phones and then trading off using my portable charger to keep any kind of light.” as if that needed to be explained. “so, no, not at all.” another pause as if he waits for something more. “you know my mother really loves you? like your show and all that, she went to ogden too and i think y’all crossed paths at some point. she’d probably want me to tell you that she says hello.” the words rush out, doing anything to point the attention away from her. he just smirks, his fingers tap against the armrest of the chair.

“now, if you’ll direct your attention to this screen here, i have something that— barring appropriate authorities— no one has seen until now.” a picture of greer suddenly appears on screen, all eyes trained on this new piece of information. all eyes but donovan’s which are locked onto the face of the person he’s interviewing, watching for any and every reaction. “this photo is shocking, i know. It was found in the faculty chalet the night of the blackout. do you know anything about the day it was taken or who might have taken it?”

alethea might actually feel her heart stop. god, is she having a heart attack? as the photo sits there, they lean back, afraid that greer might come crawling out of the screen a la the ring. forgetting about her plan to keep herself from picking at their nails, their hands slide their way back into their laps, fingers twisting around each other until they turn white and find the edges of their cuticles on their thumbs. “i…” it’s greer, smiling, beautiful. probably from a party, or a night out. she had a way of disappearing just like alethea, all for very different reasons. so she can’t place it exactly, but it looks familiar enough. and for a second alethea feels like she might sob, something she hadn’t done about greer since everything started happening. they don’t know why it’s this moment, this photo that yanks this emotion from their chest. but fuck, alethea misses her, and they’re terrified.

seeing that she might be too shocked to answer, he presses on, “do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

people have done worse things than vandalize a photo of greer. but it still hurts, knowing that she’s gone, that they don’t have a reason, and that alethea has been trying to drown out this guilt. she realizes, sitting there, that nothing has worked and has only made it blossom in their chest. “why aren’t y’all doin’ anything’ about it?” the rarity of a small accent slips from her lips quietly as a tear falls. reaching for another tissues she blows into it softly, daintily like her mother taught her, but lets the tear fall anyway. they could be dramatic sometimes. “why is it just us?” the only ones who cared? who at least tried to do something with the information they found, but alethea feels further from the truth than they did at the beginning of the year.

they watch as his lips press into a thin line and the photo disappears from the screen. sadness, anger, fear, they all course through alethea so strongly she is aware she’s shaking. though that could also be the twenty-four ounce cold brew they chugged that morning. and the coke. but he continues on, because dammit, he has a show to film. "finally, it's been discovered that penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why greer had left. do you think that has anything to do with this photo? do you know why she might have left? even though being honest about it may seem scary, i promise you, it's the right thing to do. it's the only way we can protect you."

alethea had an idea, they all had ideas. but she can’t say it, can’t even whisper it because what would it say about them? about their relationship with greer? about things that they kept tucked away against their spine, pressed so finely they were sure it would go away. another tear falls and she looks down, the cuticle on their right thumb is bleeding again. they press into the tissue to hide it away.

“no, i have no clue.” they look back at him, tears now filling quickly that they know if they blink they’ll fall steadily down her cheeks. “if i did, i would have hoped we’d have her back by now.” and the thing is, alethea means it. but what she knows won’t bring greer back, it’d only turn more eyes on alethea, and away from the actual problem at hand. that greer was gone and penny was dead. her mouth opens and then closes and mr. hart (doctor? should she had been calling him that the whole time?) nods, lets out a breath and stands. no one says a word as they point alethea way out, the tissue still tucked around her thumb and the tears now starting to fall.

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marco-the-phoenix-reblogs · 2 years

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Poeh its been a while since I've uploaded an imagine. I couldn't get this drabble out of my head today and quickly typed it out. Might be a few spelling errors but I'll check it out tomorrow.

Enjoy!

Cruel Ringtone

Y/n pov

A few weeks ago you had taken your leap of faith. You had confessed to your crush, Marco.

To say he was surprised was an understatement. Nevertheless he did a big ass reverse UNO on you and reciprocated those feelings.

You two decided to take it slow, but it had turned out slower then you two had meant. Your schedules had been busy but finally you two had set a date for tonight.

You two were going out for dinner and after that if a little something something happened then you wouldn’t mind.

You felt all giddy inside while searching for a nice outfit to wear for tonight.

‘Almost ready to go! Can’t wait to see you later. :D’ You send the text, knowing he would finish his shift soon.

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You got in the shower, when you got out, as you dried your hair you looked on your phone. You had one missed call from Marco but no message.

You tried to call back but he didn’t pick up. You decided to get yourself ready and text him later. You got dressed, put on your finishing touches when you looked on your phone. He still hadn’t called or text back.

It was almost time to head to the restaurant. ‘Sorry I was in the shower. I’m leaving now, see you there! :)’ you send out the text, grabbed your stuff and walked out the door.

□○□○□

It was busy, people were crazy on the road, you were happy you just needed to cross the street and then you’d have your evening you’d been looking forward to all week.

You couldn’t wait to see him, you’d missed him.

Marco pov

Marcos week at work had been hell. He was used to people being send to the emergency room for al kinds of reason but this week everybody just seemed to do stupid shit just because they can. Of course he tried to stay as helpful and polite as possible but even he had his limits.

You had confessed to him, he had been speechless when he heard it. Seeing you al embarrassed was the cutest thing he had ever seen and when he said he like you back your eyes had this sparkle over them. It still made his heart race when he thought of it.

You two had agreed to dinner tonight, just in case he would run late he had taken some nice clothes to change into at work. You never know.

□○□○□

Suddenly he heard his phone buzzing. ‘Almost ready to go! Can’t wait to see you later. :D’ He could feel a smile creep up his face. He wasn’t much of a text guy himself but he loved getting messages from you.

He tried to call you but got your voicemail.

After that, every time he thought he could go home another emergency came in which he could not ignore. “Marco a little help over here.” He put the phone back in his pocket and went to help.

□○□○□

“Man, I’m getting hungry, time to eat!” one of his colleges said.

Dinner? “wait, what time is it?” he looked on the clock, he was almost 2 hours late for your date. Shit!

He looked on this phone.

‘Sorry I was in the shower. I’m leaving now, see you there? :)’

‘hey, just to be sure that I’ve got the right place. We would meet at xxx right? or do I have the wrong time?’

‘I’m sorry for texting you, you must be busy. I’ll head home, come over to my place.’

‘Let’s order pizza or something when your here, okay? :)’

“Fuck” he ran back into the changing room, cellphone against his ear as he grabbed his stuff. “Hi this is y/n, leave a message.” He tried calling again but it kept going to voicemail.

He walked out the changing room and tried one more time. He then heard a melody, it sounded like your ringtone. Must be coincidence.

He tried again walking down the hallway. Again he heard the ringtone… that can’t be. You didn’t come here to search for him right?

One last time. He rang your number and the ringtone played behind him, there was the emergency room. His heart sank. He walked in following the ringtone. Every step he took his heart raced more.

His colleges were running around one bed, a new patient just brought in. Their personal belongings in a basket next to their bed.

No, it can’t be. What happened?

“Y/n?” he barely heard his own voice as he saw you lying in the bed.

“OR1 is available, let’s go” is what he heard. As they took you away. He was totally frozen on the spot until one of his colleges touched his arm. "you okay, Marco?”

“what happened-yoi?”

“Seems like a hit and run-“ hit and run? How? You had texted him to see him at your place, you were safe at home right? But… you weren’t home, you were here, what happened? “- it’s seems mostly like a broken leg that needs immediate attention other then that it seems okay but we will know for sure when they get out of surgery.”

“You know them?”

“yes, we had a date tonight, I was running late.” He said more to himself then to the college. He walked over to your phone, seeing his missed messages.

Looking at the phone he knew one thing for sure.

He would never want to hear that cruel ringtone again.

#marco the phoenix #fushichou marco #marco the phoenix reader #gn!reader #one piece #angst #cruel ringtone #doctor marco #modern au

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astoldbysamoria · 2 years

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Fresh off an indignant fight with my on and off ex, Travis, I decided since we were done for good, I would go for the juggler & give this one guy a chance who’s been pining after me since high school apparently. I can’t recall, but he swears he has been engrossed since high school. I scanned the closet for the prettiest LBD that I hadn’t worn yet, lotioned myself up after my shower, sprayed my hotspots with Chance by Chanel, slid in my Miu Mui’s and raced out the door because as always, I was already late. I went out with my girls to our normal hangout, Carolina Ale House (CAL). We go for the drinks & the Spinach Dip…& because they’re the only thing open late in Winston besides hole in the wall bars. After a couple of cocktails, I had convinced myself that Tariq would be seeing me tonight. I only say “convince myself” because Tariq really wasn’t my type. He was a little chubbier than I liked, & he was kind of loud. I just never thought about it like that. One night, he rubbed my feet while me and my girlfriend’s were out having drinks a month prior & we met up again shortly after. We were texting every day, pretty much. So, he grew on me. I needed to see if they were convinced as well, though. I think I value my girlfriends opinions way too much.. “Should I have sex with Tariq?” I tried to spit out casually, “No.” said Jade. Jade was one of my prettiest friends. She always had her face beat to the 9’s, her eyebrows were too die for, & she had the nose that the White women paid thousands for. Even in her natural state, she was a beauty. A Taurus like me, (though Jade is an April 24th Taurus.) I feel like she gives more Aries. She is a Cancer moon too & has proven that time and time again. “Why not? I might as well. I’m mad at Travis, like I just need to get over him so I’m going to get under someone else.” I said annoyed. “What you need to do is be by yourself. I keep telling you all this and you never listen.” The “you all” she’s referring to consists of our other friend, Adriana. Called Adri for short. Adri is the youngest out of my friend group, but she has lived a very full life. She’s Latina, thick, gorgeous, very hardworking, ALWAYS has money & like me, she likes the finer things in life. It’s all or nothing with her. Adri’s a Sagittarius Sun, Libra moon. Relationship’s & friendship’s are everything to her. She’s been to jail, sold drugs, crossed the border, & beat a crazy a$$ case, all within a year. I thought she was my age when I met her. Adri walks up with her mock tail (she isn’t drinking for a year since her jail stint. She promised to God she wouldn’t drink or do drugs if he got her out of there.) “Why are you yelling, Jordan?” “Jade said I shouldn’t sleep with Tariq. Now, she’s trying to preach that ‘be by yourself’ bull. Like, B*TCH!! You don’t even be by yourself, like be for real.” I shouted this out very angrily & quick, then went back to drinking my Lemon Drop Martini. “Mama, why do you want us to be miserable so bad?” Adri purred out looking at Jade. “I’m bout to beat all of y’all asses! I do not want y’all to miserable. I’m tired of being the mom. I just know there is never a moment where you two are alone.” Jade was like the Joan to my Toni from Girlfriends. “Well, mom. I need you to drive me to his house, since I’m never alone.” Right as I said this, another guy I had re-connected with a few weeks prior; Mike, was FaceTiming me. One thing about me, I love to recycle. Mike & I had never had sex, or even kissed. I can’t remember why we stopped talking, but I remember he was away in college and I was still home in college. It was more of a text/Oovoo (IYKYK.) relationship. He was so handsome. Back in the day, I would die to know that I was talking to Mike on the regular; but this is now. I just wasn’t pressed anymore. Jade & I paid our tabs, kissed Adri goodbye and got in the car. Mike is all in my business trying to figure out if I’m going home..”Um, yeah. I’m going to call you back though.” “Yeah, make sure you d-” I hung up before he even finished his sentence. “He talks entirely too much.”

#20 something #twenty something #hello my twenties #love #relationships #my words #written by me #written by women #black women #latina

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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A Long Expected Party

A Batons and Unicorns Drabble

Summary: You’ve been planning for this since the day you found out you were pregnant. Everything had it’s place, everybody had a part to play-- hence why your parents moved all the way from Montana to your house, to help Steven take care of you when the big day arrived. None of you expected it to happen two weeks early, while Steven’s at work.

Fluff, dad!Steven Grant, grandpa Khonshu-- nuff said

A/N: So, there have been changes made to Khonshu for reasons. You’ll find out.

Warnings: This story is rated 14+ for strong language.

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Everything was planned perfectly. Marc had everyone swearing to follow the plan to the letter so that everything would be the most convenient when the big day came.

When you found out you were pregnant, you and Steven immediately went out and bought a dog-- a German Shepherd puppy, like you’d planned, named Empress. She’s been in training these last almost-nine months to protect your child-- and you.

You then went and bought everything needed to start the nursery, and Steven made absolutely certain that every Avenger in the city knew that you were not, under any circumstances, to be sent out on any missions, and he wanted your security doubled. You could still go to college, of course, but Steven was torn between working part-time to be with you and full-time to support you, but Jake eventually won that argument.

“Look, mate,” He’d said into the mirror, pointing firmly at his reflection, “You can fucking deal with my billionaire money, aight? Y/N needs you right now.”

So, Steven decided to work part-time. Four days a week, from nine to two, he was at the museum. He was there to drop you off at college and pick you up, and he always helped you study and did your share of the chores around the house.

And that was before you were showing.

When morning sickness hit?

Oh boy.

The boys have never panicked more in their lives.

It was Jake that woke up to you hurling up your internal organs, and he raced to your side, extremely concerned and nearly calling an ambulance. You could hardly understand his thick Scottish accent, but then suddenly Marc was fronting and trying to help you clean up, but Steven butted them both out of the way and somehow managed to keep fronting long enough to get you cleaned up and make you a breakfast of toast before letting Jake have his turn back.

And then guess who showed up.

You don’t know what kind of crazy Egyptian magic he pulled, but somehow Khonshu has made it so you can see him.

24/7.

And he’s always fucking staring.

At first it was terrifying, until the boys explained that that is indeed Khonshu you’re seeing.Then it became unsettling, because he could disappear and reappear at will just randomly. And he’s always watching you like you’re just gonna explode or something.

Funnily enough, he seems to care.

YOU’RE MY AVATAR’S MATE, he boomed when you brought it up, AND YOU’RE CARRYING THEIR CHILD. OF COURSE I CARE.

Khonshu pretty much dotes on you. With a wave of his hand you’re wearing comfortable Ancient-Egyptian style maternity dresses or whatever (which drives Steven up the fucking wall; honestly, maybe you would’ve gotten pregnant faster if you’d have worn these before). He makes sure you eat and drink enough. He makes sure you bathe enough. He makes sure you exercise but not too strenuously. He’s always keeping an eye on you, in a creepy-cool bird-mummy grandpa kind of way.

Which is kind of cool.

The boys split their duties. Despite them all sharing the body, Steven is the father, so he dotes on you. He rubs your shoulders and back when you get tired, reads to you, runs out at 2:00 AM to get your craving of sardines and ice cream or whatever, helps you shower-- and he’s loving every minute of it.

Marc, however, goes around the house child-proofing windows, cabinets, doors, stairs, anything and everything that could be dangerous, he child-proofs it. He makes sure Empress knows her territory well and shows her what places are bad for the child-- although even though she’s just a puppy, she spends her days glued to your side, laying down next to you and keeping her head on your stomach when you sit down.

Jake?

He literally buys $1000 worth of toys.

Loud ones.

That don’t have volume buttons.

Fucking jackass.

At least he made sure they were all gender-neutral.

“I’m gonna buy ‘em a pony, too,” Jake promises, “What kid doesn’t want a pony?!”

Ok... that one you might accept, because you love ponies too. Doesn’t everybody?

Your parents lock up their house in Montana and temporarily move to the guest house on your property, so your dad starts helping Steven with the housework while your mom also dotes on you-- though she thinks you’re hallucinating until you explain that Khonshu made it so he can see you; or, maybe your senses are just that heightened ‘cause you’re pregnant.

Anywho.

Your due date’s in a couple weeks. You feel like you’re gonna explode. It doesn’t help that the kid has been ruthlessly kicking your insides. “Marc,” You’d said, “She got your fucking Marine attitude.”

“She?” He asks, intrigued. You’d decided that you didn’t want to know the gender of the baby until it, y’know, was born? But I guess maternal instinct trumps everything.

“...Huh...”

Your college let you switch to taking online classes so that you could stay home and be comfortable, and Khonshu-- yes, the Egyptian god-- actually helps you. He looms over your shoulder and gives you vague hints, but not the answers. You’re starting to learn that maybe zombie Big Bird isn’t so bad.

And yet, somehow, despite all this preparation, you start having what feels like it might be contractions??? Luckily it’s a Saturday, so you can sit and panic without worrying about studying. Unfortunately, it’s a Saturday, which means Steven’s at work. Your mom had left early in the morning to run your errands for you-- the grocery store, picking up those slats for the barn, getting the last-minute nursery items-- and your dad had run to the hardware store real quick to get a tool to fix the broken-down mower.

Aside from Khonshu, Empress, and Gus the Third, you’re totally alone in your panic.

Empress sits beside you, alert. Gus the Third swims about his tank without a care in the world. Khonshu sits across from you and watches, waiting. “...Should I call Steven?”

Khonshu dips his head. NOT UNLESS YOU ARE CERTAIN.

You nod, nervous.

Then your water breaks.

Oh fucking shit.

“Khonshu? I’m pretty fucking certain.”

Khonshu chuckles and waves his staff. Your phone brings itself to you, and you hurriedly call Steven, who picks up immediately, because you never call anyone. “S-Steven?”

“Y/N?! What is it?!”

“Eurm... My water broke?”

“What--”

“Dad’s at the hardware store. Mom’s at the grocery store.”

Somehow, Steven sounds perfectly calm. “I’ll be right there, love; I’m leaving now. Call your parents, they might be able to get there before me-- and call an ambulance to take you to the hospital!”

You do both those things immediately, and Empress positions herself by the bags and even grabs her leash. Marc trained her well. Khonshu makes you sit until the ambulance arrives, putting a blanket over your shoulders when you start to shiver. WORRY NOT, MY DEAR. WOMEN HAVE BEEN DOING THIS SINCE TIME BEGAN. IT IS A NATURAL OCCURRENCE. YOUR BODY WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO.

“Yeah, but I don’t!” You exclaim, too terrified to hold in your worries. “What if I’m not a good parent?! What if she doesn’t want anything to do with me?! What if--”

Khonshu pats your head gently, chuckling. YOU WILL DO FINE, Y/N. AND YOU WILL HAVE STEVEN, MARC, AND JAKE TO HELP YOU.

The ambulance arrives before your parents or Steven. Khonshu, of course, can’t fit in the vehicle, but he promises he’s there, and the medics are kind enough to let Empress in with you since none of your family arrived yet. You get on the phone and tell them what hospital you’re going to, and you still get there first-- your mom arrives shortly thereafter. Then your dad. They’re the only ones allowed in the room right now to give you room to breathe, aside from Empress and Khonshu, but they tell you that some of the Avengers showed up and are waiting outside.

You just wonder where the hell Steven is...

~***~

Cut to Steven-- or actually, Marc-- in the fucking suit as he runs from building-to-building. “Fucking traffic,” He curses, picking up speed.

“Marc, maybe we should’ve stayed in the car--”

“I can run 18 miles an hour and you’re telling me we should’ve stayed in the traffic that moves one inch per hour? Not when our girl’s in labor, buddy. We gotta get there fast. We’re almost there, don’t worry.”

Seriously, the hospital is just around the corner.

Marc leaps between two buildings and finds himself landing in a flock of pigeons. “Eugh--!” They screech in alarm and swarm around him in a desperate attempt to get away, tangling in his cape and hitting his face. Marc slaps at them wildly to get them away. “Damn pigeons...” He keeps running, sighing with relief when he comes in sight of the hospital.

He doesn’t care when he lands so hard in the parking lot that the concrete cracks and the cars start going off, people screaming and/or snapping pictures. He lets the suit melt off, and marches into the waiting room and to the front desk. The nurse must not have seen him as Moon Knight, because even though Marc is drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, she looks up as if she’s bored.

“I’m here for Y/N Y/L/N. She just went into labor.”

“Buddy,” Calls a voice before she can answer, and Marc turns to see Stark.

“Stark? Hey man, what’re you doin’ here?”

“The security detail informed me.” Stark waves to the dumbfounded nurse and pulls Marc away, toward what he hopes is the room they have you in. “Some of us could come for the big day. It isn’t often an Avenger has a kid, y’know? Even more rare when it involves two Avengers.”

He’s barely gotten into the room (spotting a good number of the heroes) when he hears your bloodcurdling scream. “Give me the body, Marc! Now!” Steven yells, and Marc’s barely let go when Steven takes off at a run for the source of your voice.

~***~

You’ve seriously gone through two hours of labor already and the doctors have just started telling you to push when Steven barges through the door, followed by a nurse. “Sir--” She tries to stop him.

“Let him in, goddammit!”

“Only--” The nurse doesn’t even get to finish her sentence of only the father can come in or whatever.

You feel like you’re on fire in places you shouldn’t be on fire. You’re being torn apart. Blood is everywhere (well maybe not everywhere but there’s a lot). It feels like you’re in an Alien movie. You are never, ever sleeping with Steven again. In fact, you might just castrate him so there’s no chance of ever experiencing this for a second time. Good god why is it so fucking painful.

“I said to let him in! He’s the father you dumbass!”

The nurse lets go of Steven’s arm and he races to your side, brushing his soaked curls out of his eyes. “We’re here, love...” He tries to calm his breathing.

“Steven?!” You cry, gripping his hand so hard you feel a crack-- Steven handles it like a champ even though you’re screaming your head off. “I am never sleeping with you again!”

“Alright, birdie.”

“You’re sleeping in a completely different room!”

“Of course.”

“You’re going to have a vasectomy!”

“Anything you want, love.”

Your mom is in happy tears on your left side. You dad is recording the whole thing and chuckling to himself. Empress remains by Khonshu, both of them watching intently.

You’ve never screamed louder in your life. It hurts, and you’re scared, and it feels like you’re just gonna die here on this table. What’s worse is your terrified anyway of what this kid’s gonna think of you.

“Just one more push!” The doctor says.

Oh fuck. Here it goes...

“Steven,” You meet his eyes and see that he’s crying a little, but whether or not from the fact that you might’ve broken his hand or from the fact that your lives are about to change even more than they already have. You’re shaking, and not from the pain or exertion. “I’m scared.”

“Me too, love,” He wipes hair off your forehead and kisses your cheek. “Me too. But we’ll do this together, yeah? Ready?”

A few painful minutes of agony later, you’re hearing it: the high-pitched cries that freeze you and Steven completely. That’s it, that’s her. That’s our daughter. Our daughter. My little girl. My only reason for being.

“It’s a girl!” The doctor says, confirming your hunch. Guess mothers really do know best, huh?

The doctor hands her to you. She’s beautiful. She’s perfect. Nothing else matters in the universe but this little bundle of joy that you and Steven somehow made. When you hold her, you realize you’ve been missing a piece of yourself your entire life, and she fits perfectly. She’s so warm and squirmy--

--and slippery. Good god somebody needs to get you a blanket so you don’t drop her.

Steven is in awe. You can practically see the loading wheel on his forehead. Steven.exe has stopped working. You’ve never actually seen heart eyes, either. He hasn’t let go of your hand, and now he is crying, and so are you, but neither of you realize it. Gently, he reaches forward and touches her cheek. She’s finally stopped wailing, now resting with her eyes closed; Steven beams, resting his head on your shoulder and putting a hand on your little girl like he’s scared he’s gonna break her. “She’s perfect, Y/N. She’s perfect. I love you, I love you both so much...”

As you look at the two people who matter most to you in the world, you remember when Steven asked if you could pick an Egyptian name-- for a girl, he suggested a certain goddess, and even though you’d been a little iffy on it, you realize he couldn’t have picked a more perfect name. So you say it, you set it in stone. This is your daughter. And you guys picked her name before eithr of you even realized it. This is who she is.

“Hello, Amonet.”

Steven hugs you both tighter at the name, kissing your face and the face of your daughter, repeating how much he loves you both, his little family here. With some mild gusts of wind, your family, the doctors, everybody starts backing up in terror as Khonshu leans over you, peering at Amonet with his sightless gaze. Belatedly, you realize everyone in the room can see him.

AMONET, he hums thoughtfully, THE FORGOTTEN GODDESS OF THE HIDDEN THINGS. AIR AND WIND, THAT WHICH STIRS THE DESERT SANDS AND CHANGES EGYPT’S LANDSCAPES. A FITTING NAME. Khonshu waves his staff over her, and little wisps of grayish-white sand comes down and disappears before it lands on her. I BLESS THIS CHILD IN THE NAME OF KHONSHU. SHE IS UNDER MY PROTECTION, AS IS HER MOTHER. ANY WHO THREATEN HER MUST CONTEND WITH THE WRATH OF THE MOON GOD AND HIS AVATAR, HER FATHER.

Dude your kid was just personally blessed by an Egyptian god.

Khonshu disappears as quickly as he appeared in the first place, leaving your parents and the doctors stunned. I guess living on this planet though desensitized them enough to get their shit together.

~***~

Throughout your three days in the hospital, Steven doesn’t leave Amonet’s side. He follows the nurses when they leave the room and only returns with her despite the fact that the doctors told him they can’t be there, but they don’t argue with him much after seeing Khonshu.

When he holds her, he holds her like she’s made of glass. He calls her his little scarab, which makes your heart absolutely swell with adoration. Steven lets Marc and Jake each front and meet your daughter, with which Marc shows more gentleness than you’ve ever seen in him-- Jake actually won’t even pick her up, terrified of dropping her.

The first night you return to your house, Steven sits in the middle of the couch, holding Amonet and staring at her in a mix of awe and love. You lean on his left side, keeping a hand on your daughter. On his right is Empress, resting her head on his knee. You can’t see him anymore, but Khonshu watches over the three of you closely, positioning himself on the roof after checking on you as a kind of guardian.

“...Birdie?” Steven whispers, wary of waking Amonet.

“Yeah?”

“You weren’t serious, were you? About never sleeping with me again?” He turns a humorous gaze on you, smirking. “Because I think we need to give our little scarab a sibling one day.”

You lean up and kiss him, tired but happy. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

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2. “You drive me crazy, you annoy the shit out of me but I can’t get you out of my head.” with college!matt pleaseee

College!Matt owns my ass tbh

Being top of your class was kind of a big deal in law school. A prestigious honor, and looked great on every and any resume. You’d have your pick of firms if you managed to get the title. And you fully intended to get that title; it’s what you’d been reaching for your whole life.

Except there was a small obstacle.

Matthew Murdock.

You and him switched positions in class rankings constantly; there couldn’t be a tie for top of their class. It had to be one or the other; and by god, you needed it to be you. But Matt was as smart as he was handsome. It drove you insane. He seemed to know that you were in a race for the best; but why you couldn’t stand him was that he didn’t care. He wasn’t trying to be the best; he just…was.

It drove you absolutely up a wall. And it was even more annoying that you constantly thought about him too; if wasn’t the stress of him being better than you, it was the stress of thinking he was way too hot for his own good.

As much as he didn’t really care where he ranked, he knew you did. And he liked to tease you about it constantly. On his end, it was mostly an excuse to spend a little bit of time with you. On your end, you figured he was just an ass. Whenever the rankings changed and we’re posted, he’d make sure you knew you were behind. Today was no different.

“You might want to up your game,” he said as he felt for the chair next to yours. You kicked it out for him, but didn’t look up from your textbook. “Thanks.”

His company would have been fine if he wasn’t so annoying.

“What do you think I’m doing right now, Murdock?” You asked, highlighting a few lines of text. “Is that all you need?”

“Oh come on,” he smiled some, leaning on the table with his hands folded in front of him. “You need to relax a little. You take things too seriously.”

“I don’t think you take anything seriously.”

“Clearly I take my schooling seriously. Since I’m ahead of you.”

“Yes, that’s why you were yelling outside the dorms last night about being an avocado at law,” you gave him a pointed look though you caught yourself. It’s not like he could see it anyway.

“Foggy and I are going to be the best avocados at law. So are you though.”

Your highlighter stopped on the page, and you looked up at him for a moment. Your heart picked up, and Matt smiled to himself as he heard it.

“Just not as good as us.”

And the nervousness was gone as you rolled your eyes. “You drive me crazy,” you admitted with a huff of frustration. “And you annoy the shit outta me.” Matt laughed at your admission, standing to leave. You watched for a moment as he walked off, before you finally slammed your head on your book. You whispered to yourself, “But I can’t get you out of my head.”

Matt’s step faltered for a moment, and he stopped in his tracks. You still had your head down, eyes closed as you tried to collect your frustrations. He turned and walked back to you.

“Do you…wanna get a coffee with me?” He asked, standing before you as you lifted your head. “I swear, I won’t bug you about class rankings.”

You hesitated, heart racing once more. Then you nodded some. “That…that would be nice, yeah.”

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@buckyownsmylife hey babe! Remember that one time you threw that cool challenge? Here's my entry. Prepare to get absolutely ruined because daddy!Bruce is exactly that sort of man.

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emotional support nerd

Your best friend's dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, is hotter than you thought he would be. 6k words, NSFW. Kind of Alt!Reader - she refers to herself as 'goth' in one instance. Tony Stark makes an appearance because God forbid I write a fanfic without him in it.

This is filthy pron, ft. age difference (reader is college aged) daddy kink, throat fucking, dirty talk, praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, belly bulge and ending with a hint at a threesome. I really crammed all I could from Eyre's wheel in here, didn't I. Oh well.

"How much longer, dad?" Lyra's annoyed voice struck a chord within me. I tried to hide my snickering - unsuccessfully might I add - causing my best friend to shoot me a hurt look, equally fed up with me as she was fed up with her forgetful adopted father. "You know what, we'll take the subway."

Lyra's father's voice, both agitated and apologetic, reached my ears in bitten-off phrases as the traffic noises around us grew in volume, NYC rush hour rapidly approaching its peak.

With a sound huff, Lyra removed the phone from her ear, staring me down with the most amount of petulance I've ever seen on her usually reserved, placid face. "It's twenty more minutes. Apparently he's driving Tony's car," she offered in the way of explanation, like it actually did anything to better the cold, wet situation we found ourselves in. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, please don't be weird."

I felt a flood of amusement at Lyra's pleading tone. "Darling, if you wanted a normal friend, you should have looked elsewhere," I gestured to my outfit. I looked like a goth boy's wet dream: chunky platformed boots, fishnets, heavy eyeliner. Of course, all in black.

"You know what I mean," she whined, waving off my pointing hand and fixing me with a hard stare. "The least my dad needs is someone that is terrified of him just because sometimes he turns into a big green monkey. It's not as exciting as internet thinks, anyway," the last part of the sentence was mumbled but I heard it nonetheless as Lyra stared out into the traffic, clever eyes looking for a particular car model.

What Lyra didn't know was that I was not at all considering to be terrified by the man who dosed himself with radiation and developed an advanced version of split personality disorder. I could be intimidated by him, sure, because he was incredibly intelligent, a world class scientist with more PhDs than I had zeroes in my bank account, but even despite his green problem, Dr. Bruce Banner was about as far away from 'scary' as a man could be.

The few scarce pictures of him on the internet showed a short, stocky man with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper curls, always dressed in un-ironed, crumpled button-ups with dorky patterns. Looking at him, I mused that there was a high chance he spoke with a stutter and that fact amused me to no end. Jekyll and Hyde, alright.

Lyra was much the same way. Shy and reclusive, with curly brown hair and doe eyes, she spent a good chunk of her first semester in college being avoided by everybody because of her last name; I, on the other hand, avoided everyone out of habit, I'd never been a social butterfly, but the way people subtly made sure to exclude Lyra from all the activities filled me with quiet, seething rage, and I stepped over my general distaste of people and removed my bag from the seat next to me so Lyra could at least study in relative peace.

Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all, I'm sure. Weird goth chick adopts a socially awkward, shunned nerd and they become best friends forever. I had to admit that under the shy exterior, Lyra was smart, witty and even funny sometimes. She was willing to entertain my crude jokes without moaning, at least, and I was perfectly okay with listening to her rant about science every now and then.

Rain banged on the slanted roof of the café we were hiding in, the autumn wind howled, making both of us shiver at the prospect of having to go outside, even if it was for a short moment to run to Lyra's dad's car. The day had started out warm and sunny, but much like a badly calculated chemical formula, it all went downhill a split second after we had set out to leave campus.

"There he is," the grouch in Lyra's expression had me once again unsuccessfully attempting to conceal my snorting.

Nonetheless, I followed her out into the rain, struggling to keep up with the brisk running in my platformed shoes, unceremoniously crawling into the car behind her without sparing a glance at the driver in my eagerness to get out of the freezing downpour.

"Hi, dad," Lyra's tired voice spoke up at the same time as I angrily shook out my hair.

"I've just about McFuckin' had it with New York," I was afraid the dye in my hair would bleed out into my clothes, or even worse, the nice, cream-colored car seats.

"Hello, ladies," the voice that greeted us was low, gravelly and apologetic to boot.

My eyes shot up, meeting an expression full of surprise and amusement. I stared at the shockingly handsome face of Dr. Bruce Banner like a deer in the headlights.

The fine mimic wrinkles had stretched into a resemblance of a smile, soft, plush lips revealing a set of straight, white teeth. The five o'clock shadow framed his jaw, giving it a sharp, defined edge, his clever brown eyes slid down my form, faltering on the pentagram on my belt and my fishnet-covered legs, settling on my chunky boots before hastily snapping back up to my face.

"Dad, this is..." Lyra's voice was full of suspicious bewilderment as she attempted to dissipate the sudden awkwardness.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, but you can call me Doc or Bruce," he cleared his throat, turning himself towards the windshield and starting up the car.

"Nice to meet you," I busied myself with putting away any stray hair just to occupy myself with something during the time I needed to recuperate from being just... Looked at by Lyra's dad.

It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and his aura of a gentle but powerful man that the ride to Stark tower, however swift, went on in slightly awkward silence. The streets outside were, thankfully, noisy, and the lack of an attempt to have a conversation could easily be attributed to Bruce's need to focus on the road, but Lyra's increasingly concerned looks did very little to settle the sudden racing of my heart.

"C'mon, I'll give you some sweats so you can let your..." Lyra's vague gesture towards my upper body disappeared behind her side of the door. "Hey, Tony," she suddenly interrupted her sentence, very obviously addressing another person who I managed to miss as Bruce parked in the spacious garage.

"I've been told you're finally bringing your friend, Green Pea," a voice I'd heard a thousand times on the TV poked fun at Lyra.

She bent down to retrieve her bag, shooting big eyes at me and mouthing an exaggerated "Sorry!"

Tony Stark looked about a week in debt on sleep, a contrast to the way he usually appeared in public. The exaggerated eyebrow raise made me shuffle awkwardly in my spot; the Led Zep tee caught my eyes as I lingered on it, aware of my own Mötorhead top on display. He noticed it too, causing his face leave the snide territory.

"Wow, I didn't expect kids these days to have any resemblance of taste in music but you've surprised me, Corpse Bride," he gave me a quiet wolf-whistle, watching me through lidded eyes.

I felt my eyebrow crawl upwards at his attitude but Bruce spoke up before I could say anything: "Tony, no," so firmly, I had to raise both of my eyebrows. I felt a smile tug at my lips, the situation strikingly familiar in it's essence. Like father, like daughter...

"No," Lyra's identical expression, fond and annoyed, topped up with an accusing finger pointed in my direction had everyone snorting a giggle at the situation.

"Lyra," I whined, just so I could coax her grin that she was very obviously trying to conceal. "See, I told you, every crazy genius needs their emotional support nerd," I fixed her with a pointed look.

She promptly grabbed me by the arm, leading all of us to the elevator as the two men behind us shared a hearty laugh at my well-timed joke. It was either that or I would have completely embarrassed myself by gaping and drooling over both THE Tony Stark and Lyra's father.

The rush didn't stop there. I was promptly and generously offered not only a spare pair of pants but also a whole room to stay in after an invitation to dinner I simply could not refuse. Dr. Banner firmly coaxed me into staying overnight with his pleading eyes and a hearty seasoning of guilt tripping, softly crooning how he simply could not let a young woman to wander the cold, rainy night in NYC alone.

Tony added something too, in a tone way too surefire and patronising. I guessed he noticed my eyes lingering on Dr. Banner, being a genius and all.

In a short amount of time, I found myself seated at a dinner table next to a happy, giggling Lyra who'd downed a glass of wine and was well into her second. I found it adorable how much of a lightweight she was; not hesitating in the slightest to point out that fact when she made hands for a pitcher of water.

Tony was the first one to snark back something vague about his college days and all the wild parties he used to throw, booing Bruce upon discovery that he, in fact, actually studied in college in favour of partaking in various illicit activities. That had both me and Tony giggling with Lyra promptly joining in, both of us losing it over the running joke or her being either a test tube baby or the result of immaculate conception.

Bruce's face blushed scarlet. He sputtered, a few stray drops of his lemonade landing on the (ironed!) collar of his purple shirt, cough disappearing in the wake of Tony's truly amused cackling. Dr. Banner was well on his way to either choke on his Lo Mein or turn green; thinking quickly, I decided to defuse a situation by sharing a harmless, funny story that happened to me as a freshman.

"I went on a date with this guy who said that music was the most important thing in his life, and I thought, wow, that's so beautiful!" I began my story over Lyra's incessant snickering. "So we had dinner and went back to his place because I'm a whore," the whole table erupted in laughter at my deadpan remark, Tony reaching over to give me a high five.

"And as we got there, he put on one of his demos which was just a bunch of sampled and remixed Guns'n'Roses songs, and I thought wow, that's gotta be one of the worst things I've ever heard," I pointedly looked away as Lyra's cackling grew in volume, having heard the same story several times by now and the outrage I expressed at the situation first hand.

"But instead of that I said, wow, that's so cool! Then we did the thing and his whole bedroom was covered in Axl Rose posters and I'm sure at some point Mr. Rose stared right up my asshole," there were tears streaming down Lyra's face as Tony flopped his upper body onto the table and Bruce convulsed helplessly in a silent fit of giggles. "And then I thought to myself: wow, I would have to pretend to like his music if I dated this guy and I just couldn't do that..." I breathed out, succumbing to the mirth at the dinner table. "It was good but not November Rain good, y'kno?"

Bruce snorted loudly, sliding down his chair with a hand over his face. The table shook with the force of Tony's cackling; I didn't see his expression but the howling, rasping noises sent me into another fit of laughter, right on par with Lyra.

"Is this..." Tony rapidly inhaled the much-needed oxygen. "Is this why you keep wincing whenever I play the 'Roses in the lab?" Tony wheezed and Lyra nodded.

"I just... I can picture it, and I-" she made a vague, encompassing gesture and a face.

"Please, don't," I urged with a snort. "There are better ways to get disappointed."

Dinner went on by smoothly after that, everybody happily making remarks on my dating fail, the topic of Lyra's birth and Tony's college shenanigans dismissed.

I caught Dr. Banner's pointed look as we finished our dessert - he was studying me, eyes searching for something that he very obviously wished was there. From the damp roots of my hair to the soft, cotton top clinging to my chest, I wasn't left unscrutinzed and unexamined. Like one of the many specimens he studied on a daily basis, Bruce lingered on the many characteristics that made me stand out in the grey crowd.

"Would you like to see the labs?" He asked, appearing behind me without a single sound.

The freshly cleaned dishes clattered in my arms. I'd almost dropped them, startled, but Bruce's hand landed on the top of the stack right before the top plate would have slipped off and shattered into pieces on the cold tile of his kitchen.

Blood rushed to my ears. "I'd love to," my brain had briefly returned to reality, the rush of meeting both Stark and Banner succumbing to logic and reason. My and his fields of study briefly overlapped, the question he posed was more than reasonable. In fact, many people would cheat, lie and steal to be in my position.

Bruce smiled, opening a cabinet and taking half of the dishes I was holding to stack them up in their proper place. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing wide, muscular forearms littered with dark, coarse hair.

I was sure my face was flaming. After waving off Lyra's attempts to put shoes on me and leaving her to watch her TV show, a wide, warm palm rested on the back of my waist, gently steering me towards the elevator.

I tried to keep my eyes off Bruce in the large mirror on the walls of the car as it swiftly moved down, scrutinizing my appearance instead. My throat bobbed, the elevator car suddenly too small and too hot.

His eyes left marks on me - invisible ones, the kind that I knew were there just from the scorching heat sizzling on my skin.

There was a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Perhaps, it was in the way he was acting - a polar opposite of what I'd had expected, Dr. Bruce Banner possessed a quiet confidence and his patience appeared to be endless, heartily doused with an appreciation for his closest ones. The way his eyes lit up in response to people smiling around the dinner table was hard to miss.

When Bruce spoke about his research - whatever wasn't classified, anyway - the spark expanded into a mischievous fire. I could hardly understand the nuances in his work, scratch that- I could not understand a single word he was saying, at all. The individual syllables registered as they should, but my traitorous brain could only focus on the way he licked his lips in between quickly inhaled breaths.

"You're not... Following, are you?" The corner of his mouth lifted upwards, clever brown eyes fixed on my face.

God, I hoped I wasn't drooling. But to deny the obvious would have been a stretch. "No, not really," I swallowed, willing my eyes to lift from the large veins on the hand that was pointing at a set of equations. Reasonably good at math any day, they looked like the scribbles of a madman to me at the time.

Dr. Banner sighed, letting silence creep among the whirring machinery in the lab for a brief moment. "I don't scare you?" He removed his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his shirt.

The question reeked of self-doubt and, perhaps, insecurity. "No," I answered simply, not giving him the slightest chance to find doubt in my words. I was barely holding my voice from shaking, afraid he'd misunderstand my reaction to the sudden change in atmosphere.

He was closer to me than I recalled. My hip was almost brushing his, the bulk of his shoulder millimeters from touching against my bare skin, the smell of something herbal, like tea, and sharp chemicals clouding my senses. It was such a contrasting experience.

Bruce turned to me, an expression between hunger and regret forcing me to shiver and look him straight in the eye. A hand landed on my waist, holding me in place with gentle firmness. "I'm a monster, I could hurt you," he whispered, leaning into me like a touch starved kitten. The man screamed contradiction. "We shouldn't."

Vivid images of the Hulk and the rampages years prior flashed through my mind; the rubble, the collateral damage in the form of many lives. I barely remembered it, having been too little to really understand what was going on. One thing, though, I knew for sure: ever since the world became aware of Lyra's existence, there had been no incidents. Sure, the Hulk still appeared when there was a threat, but there were no documented incidents of the green creature running amok, accidentally.

"You won't hurt me," I spoke with conviction. Perhaps, I was bluffing just slightly but I wouldn't lie like that to myself. The variable, the... Twelve or so percent chance of things going... Awry, it made a small, malicious worm inside of me rejoice and fill my limbs with familiar adrenalised yearning. "You're not a monster. Far from it, actually," I used the hand that was not supporting me against the desk to gently cradle the side of his face, letting my fingertips brush over the rough five o'clock shadow on his cheek.

Bruce emitted a sound somewhere between an agitated grown and a pleading whine, sagging with the sound exhale, pressing himself flush with my chest. His face slipped from my palm, the warm tip of his nose running a steady line up my neck, sending goosebumps running wildly down my back as his hot breath tickled the arch of my throat.

"Baby," the nickname punched a stuttered gasp out of me with the intensity contained in just that one word. "I've been hearing all these amazing things about you," his voice dropped, low baritone rumbling straight into my ear. "I won't be able to hold back. I'll want you all to myself," his bicep flexed under my hand.

My knees would have bucked if I wasn't grasping onto Bruce for dear life after those words. I had some sense of personal pride in me, so while my body was an easy, traitorous thing, my mind was more than eager to participate in this game, to ping pong a little bit before... "Yeah? What things?" I breathed.

Teeth briefly closed around my tender skin, nipping for just a second. "You're kind, beautiful," his hand took a steadfast hold on the back of my neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. More skin to mark, more time to whisper. "Intelligent, bright and clever," the more he spoke, the fiercer he became. Bruce's grasp tightened until I was pliant in it, willingly following his silent commands. "A bit of a pain in the ass," a healthy dose of humour was added into the mix as my ass was roughly grabbed, our fronts pressed together at his insistence.

"That sounds about right," I didn't resist the sudden urge to snark, thoughts lazily floating in my head, like clouds on a bright sunny day, fleeting and sparse. None of them caught on. I was focused on feeling the need, on my need to feel.

A sharp smack landed on the plump of my ass, the sound resonating in the eerily quiet lab. The sounds of machinery had dulled at some point, leaving just the two of us panting our lust into each other's space. "I know you can be a good girl. Will you, princess?" His fingertips dug into my flesh, surpassing the soft sweatpants as if they weren't even there.

I could only nod, dumbly, overcome by the sudden rush of blood to my body. The life coarsing through me sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension.

"What's that?" Bruce removed himself from my neck, catching my unfocused eyes with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"Yes," I swallowed, breathing through my mouth.

"Mmm," he hummed, running both hands over my sides, over the frayed edges of my Mötorhead top. He admired it, briefly, setting his eyes on the band logo that was right over my breasts. Having decided something to himself, Bruce promptly removed it, lifting it over my head with ease and leaving it right on the science lab table.

Taking hold of my hand, he walked over to a hidden set of sliding doors that revealed a rather large, frequently used bed, shutting them just as I walked in, wearing only my bra and borrowed sweats. My back was pressed to the door in mere seconds, hot palms chasing away the chill of the lab as Bruce slotted his lips over mine.

He tasted like something I've never had before. His lips - so plush and supple, took hold of the kiss with practiced gusto, sucking me in without a chance or the desire to escape. I drank from him, sucked on the bottom lip as his tongue explored my mouth, danced with mine.

The room was spinning, the ringing in my ears growing in volume. I was only partly aware of the sensation of sliding down the wall; our knees thudded on the carpeted floor simultaneously, heavy breathing the only noise I could distinguish.

"Breathe, baby, that's it," Bruce coaxed, gently stroking my nape. The soft cotton of his shirt crumpled under my fingers where I held onto him, desperately searching something to ground myself with.

The buckle of his belt clattered and then clinked again as he wrapped the worn leather around my wrists, bringing them together in front of my chest. I exhaled sharply at the intimate gesture, a whine bubbling up from my chest when Bruce used a single fingertip to raise my chin.

My eyes met his; a brown iris tinged with the faintest of green around the outer edge. "This okay, princess?" He sought my face for confirmation, for agreement, for anything.

I nodded, stuttering mid-gesture, remembering our previous interaction. My mouth did not want to cooperate but I forced it to, even if it came out as little more than a pitiful mewl. "Yes, daddy," the word, sweet and sticky like fruit syrup, poured from my lips.

My eyes slid shut as my conscience - or was it common sense? - took hold of the situation. I was on my knees in front of my best friends dad, a virtual stranger, and I'd just-

Bruce's soft chuckle stopped the negative spiral of my thoughts. "That's my girl," he sounded a tad more breathless now, a hairliner in his perfect façade of self-control. As if he'd sensed my indecisiveness, he tugged on the makeshift restraints, pulling me closer, closer and into his lap.

A warm, solid chest with a healthy amount of fluff greeted me. Bruce let my lax, pliant body fall into his arms, catching me effortlessly and bringing my face to his lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're my good girl," he peppered soft kisses all over my flaming cheeks, my twitching nose, my fluttering lashes.

"Please," I begged, shame giving way to the flood of arousal that seemingly hit me all at once. I was aware of the dampness collecting in my panties, the stiffness of my limbs from holding back the ravenous desire to paw at Bruce like a wild animal. "Please, daddy..."

"I know, I know, baby girl," he soothed, not stopping his tender assault on my face. "Daddy will make it all better. I know just what you need," Bruce finally pulled away. I heard the sound of him undoing his zipper and then the awkward shuffle of him shucking off his pants.

Somewhere in between of all that, he'd ended up sitting down on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his shirt hanging open. The red crawled down his chest, partially masked by the coarse salt and pepper hair; his lips were cherry red and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. Bruce looked sinful.

My eyes inadvertently landed on the impressive bulge in his boxers; in response to my widened eyes, he reached out for it, stroking the outline of his thick cock through his boxers. "Like what you see, baby?"

"Yeah," My mouth watered.

"Baby wants a fat cock?" He teased, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing, testing my self-control like that. With a flick of his wrist, it sprang free, slapping against his tummy, coating the fine hairs with drops of clear, musky fluid.

I swallowed, feeling the taste of him from afar and yearning for more where I was parked between his spread legs.

In a gesture almost loving, he tugged on the belt still wrapped around my wrists, bringing my face to his leaking shaft and my hands to the base of it, letting me feel the weight of his balls in them. The cock throbbed, neglected, weighed down by the heaviness of his full balls.

"Go ahead, baby, suck my cock," the encouragement came with a gentle push to my head.

I obediently followed, wrapping my lips around the pink, moist crown of it, a hum beginning in the back of my throat. My God, Bruce tasted heavenly... I whirled and slipped my tongue a around his head, I dipped into the slit to drink the nectar right from the tap, idly coming to awareness of the broken, choked moans coming from the man above me.

Raising my head got me a view of his chin; head thrown back, the lax O of his mouth glistened in the meager light. My eyes slid lower, to the flex of his abs. Bruce fought hard to stay still. The desire consumed me, a sudden rush of power at having Dr. Bruce Banner's cock in my mouth and the man at my mercy; I inhaled, sliding my mouth further and further down his throbbing length.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter before his hands gripped the sides of my face. "Hungry, baby, are you?" His eyes glowed a faint green; I shuddered at the power he held within himself. Held back for me. "Tap my thigh twice," he spoke and I had no choice but to obey. "Okay. Do that if it gets too much, alright?" I nodded. He gave me a wide, beaming smile. "Good girl," he praised, experimentally bucking his hips into my mouth a few times.

In and out. I focused on my breathing, sharp, little inhales: his girth took up all the free space in my mouth, the tip of it barely fit into my throat. The burn, the stretch; I felt every tenth of an inch, every bulging attempt of my body to accommodate Bruce's huge cock. It was delicious, I couldn't help but crave the same stretch in my neglected, sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bruce moaned wetly. "Your mouth... S'like heaven... Could fuck it all day, that's my good girl," the rambling increased in it's intensity as the pace of his hips hastened. Drool and tears flowed like a river; my chin was dropping with it, spit connected my face to his pelvis. "Oh," there was a brief pause to his movements; suddenly, he pulled out, fisting the base of his cock, staring me down with a ferocious gleem in his eye.

I must've looked a straight mess; my face like a crime scene, my clothes disheveled, covered in fluids and most of all - I was desperately grinding against my own feet, too focused on the glorious cock in front of me to notice the weakness of my own flesh. "Daddy?" I questioned, wincing at the grating of my own voice.

Without a word, the belt was tugged once more; in a set of movements just slightly north of acrobatic, I found myself laying on my back in the middle of the bed, my sweatpants suffering a haste demise in the corner of the room.

Bruce crawled atop me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on every inch of my skin he could reach, mouthing something inaudible into every pore of my body. As he drew closer, I discerned bitten-off phrases, stringing my desire into sticky, tangy mess at the apex of my thighs.

"My perfect baby girl," the words reached me; all tongue, he kissed me once more, arching into me as much as I arched into his hot grasp. A brief inspection of my face - he was satisfied with what he saw - and Bruce crawled back, settling in between my spread legs, breathing hot air on the lips of my sex still covered by a sopping wet piece of fabric.

"Oh fuck," I yelped, feeling him smooch it soundly, the hot wetness of his tongue penetrating the meagre lace barrier with ease.

He moved it aside anyway, with a single finger, giving my pussy a broad lick, moaning into my cunt like a man gone mad. It took a few more licks for him to feel sated enough to surface, all the while holding my hips down. I was so sensitive, I felt even the tiniest flicks to my clit, I was sure if I didn't cum then and there, I would explode.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," his heavy breathing paused briefly. He nipped my thigh. "So wet, is that all for me?"

"Yes, yes, daddy," I rasped, pushing my cunt into his face, losing all shame and trepidation.

"So tasty," he continued the torture, outlining my lower lips before taking another nosedive right into it, swirling his tongue around every fold, sucking onto my clit.

Bruce ate my pussy until my thighs shook, until my core quivered and I could no longer hold back the choked, ragged screams starting somewhere in the low of my belly and coming out as unholy, all-consuming yowls filled with unadulterated lust.

"Louder for me, baby," he inhaled rapidly, and then, he sucked on my clit.

The world stopped, halted on it's axis, every muscle going rigid in my body and every nerve ending simultaneously coming alive. Faintly, I heard a chant, repeating two syllables over and over, it sounded like my voice - but I had no control over myself. All I could do was weakly grind my hips against Bruce's mouth, faltering when the crashing waves of my orgasm began to recede.

The infuriating overstimulation stopped; blinking hazily, I saw Bruce's eyes glimmer brown and green in front of my face. His nose and his chin was glistening with a thin coat of sticky fluid; disheveled and red, he looked a man on the verge of a revelation.

Something hot and blunt nosed at my cunt, bringing back the moment to me - I realized, with a great deal of impatience - how empty I felt. The decision was minute. "Daddy, fuck me, please, I want your cock," the words came easily.

"That's my girl," his eyes fluttered shut as the first inches squeezed through the snug of my cunt. I was sopping wet and as relaxed as I'd be, but even then, it was a stretch. "Good girl, good baby," the mumbled praise made me whine and my pussy clamp on his cock. "Relax, let daddy fill you up." Breathing through it, I consciously unwound myself around him, letting my palms rest freely on his shoulders. "Let daddy take care of you."

Like melted sugar, his husked words stuck to me inside and out. Short, sharp thrusts; Bruce was patiently burrowing himself inside of me, making his way to reach the deepest parts of me I didn't even know existed. His cock head pressed against something hard and spongy inside of me; stars burst behind my eyes I'd clamped shut on reflex.

I moaned weakly, tugging on his arm, pressing myself closer. It felt so, so good. Like a raw nerve had been exposed and he was stroking it, pushing that little switch with every stroke of his hips.

"I'm not gonna last," he muttered as once again, my cunt squeezed him snugly in place, just as greedy as I was to feel that tiny explosion spark up within me again.

"I want..." I panted. Bruce set in a punishing pace after that, a palm under my ass, squeezing it so hard there would definitely be bruising. I craved it, I needed to see the evidence this was not some elaborate fever dream. "I want... Daddy to fill me up," words came out garbled; it sounded like gibberish to my ears but Bruce - they spurred him on.

"Oh yeah?" That breathless, boyish cockiness was back in his voice again; despite how fucked out he sounded, I prepared myself for something truly out of this world. I just knew.

He sat back on his shins, dragging me by the hips with him, making me shiver and moan and twitch and clamp onto him again as his throbbing cock hit that special spot again. And again. And again.

"Look at me, baby," a hand on my belly and his eyes burning right through me. As they slid down, towards the apex of my thighs where he was still moving within me almost lazily, I saw it.

"Oh fuck," I couldn't utter much more than a two-syllabled profanity. There was a bulge in my belly, just above my pelvis, moving in rhythm with Bruce's hips. And then he pressed on it and I-

Something, someone, somewhere was screaming. The noise was loud and pitched, but even then, I could barely hear it though the neverending waves of bliss that enveloped my whole being. Gold and silver at the edges of my rapidly darkening vision; I was drowning in something that smelled and felt like Bruce. The safety of his arms, the warmth of his heated body, the rapid snapping of his hips-

Oh.

"I'm gonna, fuck," the last word was but a ghost of a human speech. Growling low and filthy, Bruce leaned into my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Mine," his hips stuttered, his cock nestled deep, the sensation bordering on painful, forcefully extracted pleasure. It throbbed with every spurt of his seed; each one felt like a solid punch in the gut to my abused pussy.

"Daddy," I mewled, my body jerking away from him but my mind and my soul yearning for more. His rapidly softening flesh made the idea of being separated unbearable.

"S'good, s'my good girl, m'so proud," he mumbled, looking slightly disoriented as he removed himself from me, immediately pressing me to his side and interwining any free, flailing limbs.

We laid in silence, each of us slowly coming back to Earth after the completely unreal experience we just had. I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do as the realization set in, the post-orgasmic haze giving way to a sudden rush of clarity.

"I can hear you overthinking," Bruce's voice was fond.

Before I could muster up the courage to snark back, the divided doors opened, one very concerned Tony Stark standing there, armed with a tranquilizer gun in one hand and a pack of cookies in the other. His mouth, previously open to (probably) yell at us, remained as open when his eyes had registered the scene in front of him.

I stared at Bruce. Bruce stared at Tony.

"The noise," he offered in the way of explanation, dangling the pack of cookies, looking, for once - speechless. He recovered quickly, however, even if the remark was a thin ghost of his usual sass: "You pick the nerd over me? I'm hurt," he scoffed in mock irritation, although I was pretty sure I saw some satisfaction in there, too.

Bruce looked at me. I looked at Bruce.

A mischievous grin slowly crept up his face, an identical one beginning to appear on my own face seconds after.

"Hey, two nerds is better than one, right?" My response is what did it; or, rather, it was the evidence of my previous throat-fucking clearly audible in my voice... Tony dropped the cookies and then, the tranq gun.

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Hello! If requests are still open for Peter

I would love a Tobey! Peter x reader where is the last day of school and reader doesn’t want to end the school year with any secrets so they confess their love with a kiss while they are hanging out with him in his room. idk somethig Like that lol

thank you

thank you so much for this request!! this one was so much fun! <3

written with tobey!peter in mind, but honestly can be any of the three. 1.2k words ahead of absolute fluffiness.

ruin our friendship

It’s weird how fast time goes. One moment you’re a child with no worries, and the next you’re getting ready to set off into the real world. You tut at the idea of the ‘real world.’ How there’s this preconceived notion college is the gateway to success and a bustling career. Sure it can provide those things, but you like to think the memories made along the way are more worthwhile. The relationships forged even more so.

Especially that with a one Peter Parker. Smartest person you know, with the biggest heart in all of New York City. And out of the billions of people in the world, he was the one who sent your heart racing in your chest. You don’t know when it happened. Might have been sophomore year when you first met him in a chemistry class. Those too big goggles hiding his kind face. How he’d quickly grabbed a tube you’d nearly dropped. You never understood how he’d done it, but it impressed you nonetheless.

It might have also been that night he held you as you watched a movie after a bad break up. And then didn’t let go until you fell asleep with your head wedged against his neck. For a while now, he’d become a constant.

Yet with life beginning to change, your relationship with Peter might, too.

Especially for the better if tonight went as you hoped.

You lay across his dorm room bed with a book propped open before you. Stomach pressing against the comforter as you kick your legs back and forth. He’s tinkering away with his camera—about to head out and take some photos for Spider-Man if you remember correctly.

His eyes drift to you every so often, and you wave back in reply. The silence isn’t even awkward; in fact, you quite enjoy the way the only sounds filling the room are that of his fingers playing with the camera and pages rustling beneath your fingertips. It’s always been comfortable with him like this.

Your head lifts after some time, eyes focusing on his. “Do you ever think about how everything is about to change?”

He places the camera down in his lap, rolling his desk chair across the room and stopping in front of you. “I mean…sure. But we knew this was going to happen.”

“It’s just crazy graduation is next week. We spent the last four years here, when it really only feels like I blinked, and it’s about to end. Just a short ceremony, and then we are off to the real world with a piece of paper in our hands that says ‘we did it.’” You shrug, flipping over onto your back. Your arms extends beside you, hand patting the comforter.

Peter, taking the hint, puts his things to the side and clambers over beside you. Rolls over so your faces are inches apart. You toy with the string on his hoodie, mind somewhere far away.

“Are you okay?” He asks, frowning. “You seem a little sad.”

“You don't think we’ll change, do you?” You ask, inhaling the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

He reaches up to press the pads of his thumbs beneath your eyes. Those dark eyes search yours, flitting back and forth across your face. You lean into his touch, shaking your head.

“I just—I think about what would happen if we walked across that stage next week and we just…grow apart.”

“That wouldn’t happen and you know it,” he murmurs, tugging your forehead against his chest.

You really, really hope it wouldn’t.

“Hey, Pete?”

He nods against the crown of your head. You can feel his fingers run up and down your spine, and you snuggle deeper into his chest. He welcomes you there with ease.

“I kind of do want our relationship to change though,” you whisper on a shaky breath.

At this he pushes you back a bit to keep you at arms length. Worry creases his kind features and you cup both of your hands around his.

“Peter, I like you.”

He smiles at that. “I like you too.”

You shake your head. “No, I like you.”

Realization dawns on his features. His brows furrow for a moment, before his lips twitch at the corners and draw into a smile. Curious fingers reach up to curl around the side of your face, running gently along your jaw. You lean into his palm and exhale.

“I don’t want to be just friends after we walk across that stage,” you say, pressing your forehead against his. “And I don’t think you want that either. Unless I’ve been reading this all wrong. Tell me I’m not wrong.”

You’re suddenly hyperaware of everything around you. Being laid bare before him with your emotions on display should be an easy thing at this point. But this is Peter Parker. Your confidant for what feels like ages now. Someone you go to for absolutely anything and everything. The thought of being wrong about this inkling stirs nervousness in your belly.

Because what if you were wrong and this was merely a one-sided infatuation?

Except that fear is quelled instantly, as Peter lifts your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a slow kiss into the skin there. He presses it against his shoulder then, before reaching forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then to your cheek. You inhale sharply as he pauses, mouth hovering just millimeters from your own.

“You’re not wrong,” he breathes out, “can I kiss you?”

And you’re nodding as his mouth claims yours. Warmth fills you from head to toe. His fingers which were so expertly tinkering with his camera only minutes ago now weaving in your hair. Curling around the back of your neck to pull you closer. You turn over onto your back so he can hover over you, before claiming your mouth once again. This time it’s bruising and you’re gasping up and into him. He’s swallowing every sigh and whimper, smiling into your skin, before dropping open-mouthed kisses along your collar bone and whispering how perfect you are against your flesh.

He returns his attentions to your lips and you allow him there with abandon. Your fingers curl in the dark hairs at the nape of his neck, making his skin break out in goosebumps. You briefly wonder to yourself why the two of you haven’t done this sooner, just as he pulls apart from you, breathing heavily.

“I don’t want to be friends once we walk across that stage, either,” he rasps, kissing your forehead.

And you’re not. In fact, a week later you’re walking around to the passenger side door of a car packed with Peter’s and your things. Ready to head off on a road trip upstate for an extended weekend. Your boyfriend cups his hand around your kneecap as you buckle yourself up and starts the car. The windows roll down and the summer sun warms your skin. Music plays in the distance as you lace your fingers with his, smiling at the profile of his face. Adoring the way his hand fits in your own. You stop at a red light and he leans over to kiss you over the center console. The two of you burst into laughter as someone behind you honks when it turns green too shortly after.

It’s perfect, and you can’t help but to think he is, too.

It might not be love yet; your heart still feels like it’s too soon.

But it sure as heck feels a lot like it.

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