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Hi, maybe you don’t remember but remember how we talked about where In the Disney Villains Imagine, how about the Disney villains doing the Kabedon on the reader *Kabedon is where person pins their lover to the wall like in an anime The villains I thinking for this imagine maybe Hades, Jafar, Gaston, Clayton, Rourke, Hook, McLeah Then the reader will be all flustered and shy which makes the villains think it’s cute

THIS TOOK FOREVER, I'M SO SORRY.

So I couldn’t follow your request completely because writing a reader who is flustered and nervous over and over gets repetitive and un-fun for me to write. I really hope you like them anyway!!

The ones that do involve a cute, flustered reader though are: Clayton, Jafar and McLeach

I think the only one in which the gender is specified is Gaston (Female).

Warnings: Well, FURY or something like that in Hook's, and sexual references (Especially in Jafar’s and Gaston’s) but actual smut only in Rourke’s and only if you want to read that far (I’ll indicate when the smut begins). Its from behind (Anal), just to keep it gender neutral- so if you have a vagina and if you don't like the idea of taking it up the butt, just imagine its going into your v from behind. Also involves degradation and dub con.

Captain Hook:

“Hoooook… “I hold up my hands cautiously, stepping back towards the door out of his cabin as the captain gets out of his chair and rounds his desk, a mad look in his eyes and his fingers on his left-hand flinching and clenching and irritated. “Calm down, it’s not that big a deal! Remember- it’s not good form to lose your head!”

“Peter… P-Peter Pan… “Oh god, he’s repeating himself. He’s really mad. My gaze flickers from him to the door. “K-k-kidnapped you, and- and held you hostage to t-tell… tell stories… and that’s where you’ve been the past 3 days??”

I chew on my bottom lip nervously, ringing my hands and tracing my wrists with my thumbs which are still raw from the ropes Peter used. “Ye-… yeah… Yes.”

“I thought you’d been eaten by the bloody crocodile!!”

I wince, squeezing my eyes closed when he suddenly roars, swings his arm and stabs the globe by his desk with his hook. Oh jeez…

When I crack my eyes open again hesitantly, instantly a clipped gasp forces itself wildly from my throat because suddenly Hook’s right in front of me and forces my body a foot back, to where the wall is. The wood shocks my shoulder blades, and my eyes widen to double the size, in pain. “Ah- Damn it- “

“You’re my hostage!!” He roars, slamming his hook into the wall by my head now.

Managing to gather my wits, I try to put a stop to Hook’s tantrum. Furrowing my eyebrows, I intend entirely to keep my hands to myself, when he suddenly slams his hand to the wall on the other side of my head and the shock -because he gives no signal at all, before doing these things! – causes me to jump and grab up onto something, anything - his shoulders, - for comfort. Still, I try to slow my heartbeat and look sternly at him. “Hook, calm down. Remember- remember, I ‘was’, your hostage, okay? Now, its significant other but-”

His eyes, for a moment, so crazed that its clear he really did think me dead for the past 3 days, breaks my heart and stops my words. Then I swallow spit and go on, looking into them bravely. “But, I understand why you’re upset… But, and I want to you to listen close right now... I'm fine.“

Finally, the abnormally crazy look in his eyes dies down to sadness and relief, his voice coming out even more stuffy and cold and flu-esque than usual as he cries out. “Y/Nnnnnnnnnn! Pan will pay for this, I promise!” He buries his face into my shoulder, messy hair tickling my face as my body relaxes at having my husband back to his goofy, calmer, far less terrifying state. I pat his back, feeling his body shaking under my hand.

“I know, sweetheart, I know… “

Clayton:

"Yikes!" My eyes snap closed and I seize back against the tree closest to me, freezing as still as I can when Clayton suddenly stops walking just in front of me, whips around and yells to get back!!

Just as suddenly as I've done so, my eyes squeezed shut - and I don't quite know why, - a heavy thump hits the tree just beside my head and I take in a sudden, deep, breath. Its clipped, and my fingers dig into the tree bark on either side of me. Oh don't be a gorilla, don't be a gorilla, don't be a gorilla-

After a moment, and my heart is beating so loud that I'm sure whatever is close can hear it just as loudly as I can, a gentle touch strokes against one of my cheeks and I seize up even more. Before he speaks.

"... Care to tell me why you've got your eyes closed, love?"

Immediately a breath of relief escapes my chest and my eyes open, confusion clouding them quickly after the fear is extinguished. I look at Clayton with wide eyes, seeing no threat nearby. "Wh- why did you yell, before? I- I had my eyes closed, because you made out like something... scary... was about to happen!..."

"Hm." He smirks, the bastard smirks, and my heart does a flip. "My apologies, dear." He's too close. I'm just realising, he's too close! Our bodies are barely apart from each other, and I can feel his warmth. This isn't decent- "I'm afraid it was a false alarm." His voice is smooth, and slightly perfect, and I find my inhibitions loosening. Like they always seem to do, when it has something to do with him. A large hand creeps around the back of my waist and tugs me forward, entirely against his body and my cheeks heat up and feel like fire. Clayton's smirk becomes downright devious as I stare with wide eyes, our lips an embarrassing breath away from eachother. "Or, perhaps, I just wanted to get this close to you."

My mouth moves but no sound comes out at first. "I... Uhm- Clayton!" I try to sound stern but I don't know that it truly came out imposing at all.

He seems to have liked it.

A chuckle comes out of him, gentle and deep, before letting me go- but not before giving me a kiss to the right temple. "Alright, love. Another time, yes?"

... I'm left watching him walk off back to camp, whistling, as my heart hammers in my chest and I wonder what that was and- and about, about this-

This 'Another time'????

Gaston:

“Haha, anyway Mags… “I run a hand through my hair, wiping it back from my face after all that laughter and those few beers with a friend- ready to go home. “I should probably head off- I’ll have to get up early to make ‘the master’, his breakfast in the morning. Oh, god. So many eggs… “Rolling her eyes along with me, Mags finishes her own beer with an unladylike swig.

“Yeah I should probably head home, too. My master’ll want pie, or something equally difficult for me to make.” She hops off the stool and I follow, thanking the barkeep for our drinks tonight- Wallace nods back, cleaning some mugs.

“You would think you’d get better at cooking, considering you’re a kitchen maid.” I smirk, but gaze off to the rest of the pub… finding Gaston, the master of the household I work, on the other side in his usual chair by the fire. When he catches my eye, he winks and I roll my eyes, turning back to Mags. She’s making a ‘pffff’ sound at me and waiving me off.

“I’m not going to be a kitchen maid forever!- just till I manage to seduce a wealthy Nobel man, get pregnant with his demon spawn and send them off to boarding school so I can live in riches and leisure for the rest of my life.” She explains, walking off as I follow, chuckling and shaking my head.

“Yep… “My heart always strains on itself terribly, when she talks like this, so I’m glad she doesn’t look back at me. “Sure.”

“Mark my words!”

“Jotting them down as we speak.”

Mags looks over her shoulder at me as we slip out of the pub and into the dark of night, and scrunches up her nose; A playful smirk on her plush lips.

Hours later and I’m home alone, as far as I know, in just my nightgown; Sneaking down to the ground level so I can check on how my loaves are rising. The only things I hear are the crackle of the fire in the lamp I’m carrying and my own footsteps-

Until loud, heavy, unsteady footsteps that are certainly not my own barrel in the front door and start trudging all over the place. I sigh, and my shoulders relax. Gaston’s home, then.

I continue towards the kitchen normally though, not really caring to say hello - chances are, he’s drunk. And I don’t care to deal with the bastard when he’s like that, - albeit a little calmer. At least I know when Gaston is home, that I’ll be safe if there’s an intruder.

Even if I am most certainly not safe, from misogyny and general stupidity... and my own stupid mistakes.

God- sleeping with the man you work for. How much stupider can you get? Its not like he's going to fall in love with you and offer you any kind of future! And what did I even start this for? I don't even remember, half the time. Its not like he's nice to me. He's not even Mr Darcy. He's horrible. And I'm a moron.

As I’m turning a corner to pass the living room and head on to the kitchen, Gaston comes out of nowhere suddenly and a huge hand slams right into the stone wall behind me- I lean back calmly, away from him; Rolling my eyes. “Y/N… “Oh- jesus. His breath smells like a distillery.

“Evening, Gaston… “

His blue eyes boil into me as his other hand finds my waist, guiding me towards him slowly- and I let him. My hands slip up his arms to his shoulders - muscle memory at this point. He's mine to touch, for now. And unfortunately I'm his... probably, forever. Until he gets bored, at least, - , looking up at him with one irritated, raised eyebrow. “Yes?”

His eyes stop assaulting my lips with their gaze and he presses his own lips firmly together, in a tight line and straightens up a bit in order to glare at me. “What?” He snaps, referring to my stern expression and tone.

“What do you have to say?” I'm referring to this morning. What he said to me, this morning. I may be an idiot, and doomed, but I wont put up with his bullshit all the time. That would be just too much. I couldn't handle that- not that I deserve the reprieve.

“About what?”

“… “My eyes only narrow and I slip my hands immediately away from him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise and desperation and a displeased growl to slip from him. Like he's some feral animal.

“Fine- goddamnit, fine. Mm. Women.” Gaston spits the word out like a curse - which is, honestly, an improvement to the patronising way he used to say it; Like nothing I ever did would amount to anything, -, shaking his head. After a moment, he takes a deep breath, and leans in closer towards me. I press myself back into the wall, refusing to touch him until he says it... even if I want to. “I’m sorry. I should not have… eugh,” His fingers scrape against the stone by my head, gathering his last remaining inhibitions. “I should not have called you a bitch this morning.”

“No you should not have.”

He glances up at me again, a glare in his eyes. Ferocious and bloody… which, unfortunately, is the reason we’re in this mess together. Or- why I’m in this mess. He wont be inhibited by our dalliances at all, if it gets out. This is why I gave into him, why I can’t marry a rich noble and live out my days in leisure like Mags plans to do. Because this look in Gaston’s familiar, infuriating blue eyes makes me feel things a good girl, would never have. Things I should... ignore...

But I cant. I couldn't, no matter how I tried, and so he won.

So no, I won’t let him push me around- but I won’t leave him, either. Even though I know this has no future for either of us; Just with me as his… and his future wive’s… maid.

“Now,” A gasp slips from me as Gaston bares down at me, pressing my body between the wall and his own, and resting his forearms on either side of my head as I look up at him- eyes full of a lust of my own. “Stop refusing me.”

… I lick my lips, forgetting all the reasons i should leave. Okay.

Then his mouth is on mine harder then I expected and I lose myself entirely.

Hades

(You’re in the Underworld- I dunno why, that’s just where I pictured this happening)

A hot flash or rage lights Hades up as I turn and try to walk off again, a growl ripping through him.

“Oh! - “Suddenly my eyes go cross eyed because Hades arm is in front of my face, stopping me in my tracks- no longer, can I walk along the wall. Settling back down on the heels of my feet, I turn around and lean on the wall, looking up at him. I grin and raise my eyebrows, an air of naivety surrounding me like a fake halo. “Oh, hi Hades, what’s up? You want something?”

The sarcasm dripping off his tongue is almost palpable. “Oh, no, I followed you down three hallways calling your name just to stare at you.” He rolls his eyes, blue hair flickering with little orange flecks that turn into embers and float to floor.

“Well that’s kind of creepy, Hades, I wouldn’t recommend that with lady friends… - or gentleman callers! Or, uh… gender neutral romantic pals. Whatever you’re into, really- “

“Yes I wanted to talk to you!”

“Oh!” He’s just so fun to tease. I smile again innocently, tucking my arms behind my back, touching the wall. “Well then what’s up?”

An unnerving smile that makes me think he knows what I’m up to but is not amused by it at all (But that he knows how to win) slips across his Aegean features, and my grin wobbles- fighting to grow wider. “Well I did want to ask you to stay for dinner with me, but now I’m getting that you need to be straightened out, babe.”

“Who, me? I’ve done nothing!”

“Mm, liar.”

I drown out my own giggle by returning his kiss when he leans down and connects our two pairs of lips, tilting my head into it.

The kiss is nice; His kisses are always nice, and I find I’m immediately consumed by it like always, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck - while careful not to set my sleeves on fire, - and thoroughly enjoying the warm feeling of his lips moving smoothly over mine. Our tongues touch just when the pleasure was reaching it’s high, and a moan tears through me as his large, spindly fingers wrap around one side of my waist and I arch my hips closer to him, mouth opening wider to get more. More, more. More...

But Hades pulls back, then, and I moan out of the loss of pleasure this time, letting my hips sadly return to a natural place. “Oh- Come back… “

“Aw, wouldn’t be a punishment now if I did that, princess. Would it?” My lips turn into a deep pout, as my gaze follows my hand travel from his hand and each individual knuckle on it that is pressed against the wall beside my face, up his arm and his sleeve, to his shoulder and his neck where my hand lands and stays. A sorrowful sigh escapes me.

“… so,” I moan reluctantly, but letting him peel my body off the wall anyway even though what I really want right now is nothing but to stay there and kiss some more. “You said something about dinner?”

Jafar:

“Eep!” When I realise his hands are on the wall, now, and I’m safely - well, ‘safe’ is being defined loosely here as ‘currently unharmed’, - between Jafar’s arms at 3 and 9 o’clock, his body at 12 and the wall at 6, I flick some hair out of my eyes and straighten up again. My eyes grazing in a way I hope, is lazily up his tall frame like I definitely do not care about this position and am cool and not panicked right now at all like how I truly, honestly feel in my very soul right now. One of his hands is pressed flat to the wall by my head, and the other is by my waist. My waist! He leans in close to rear his nose right in front of mine and my eyes flicker panickily between his eyes and the rest of his face, right down to his lips. “You know Jafar, you’re tall enough. You don’t need to hold it over… ” It takes all my strength to use the word ‘over’ instead of it’s more sexually charged neighbour... ‘against’. “me… like this… hah… “

This is closer to a man then I’ve ever been before- and on top of that, its Jafar! I know it’s unwise to like him... to want him... but I do, and this is too good a situation for me to be in! I cannot be here. What is he doing?? I like it but it is not wise.

“Now Y/N, I suggest you quit teasing me out there, and continue your search for a suitor,” Teasing! How the hell am I teasing??

Don’t ask ‘or what’, don’t ask ‘or what’, don’t ask ‘or what’, that is totally inappropriate- “O-or… what?” Fuck!

A half smirk quirks at one corner of his mouth as he shifts closer. Our bodies nearly touch. My cheeks are as as hot as the desert outside as I continue to lean back on the wall, causing my chin to raise up as the back of my skull touches the stone and I’m looking completely up at him- meeting his leer. He’s honestly like a snake rearing up to attack. “Then, Y/N,” There’s something about the way he says my name… A low growl/hiss affect, I have to listen to it. It demands my attention, to enjoy it for the seconds it takes to come out. No matter what I’m doing, no matter when it happens. And he knows it. “I’ll have to take you away from the party, and punish you.”

What is that wet sensation in my undergarments-

Quickly, I get out a, “Y-yes sir!”.

“Good,” He sweeps back, leaving me a cold, lifeless skeleton stuck on the wall. He pushes his cape back behind him as he turns back to the festivities and returns to his normal persona. Eyes slightly duller, but no less focused, and mouth spread in a deep line. “Now I want to see you in there in less than a minute. I’ll be watching the door, Y/N.”

With that, he swishes off back into the party and I just sigh, hopelessly. These feelings are getting out of hand. Like he said, I need to get a suitor! But how can I do that, when every thought I have is clouded by fucking Jafar... fucking Jafar...

Cheeks still seemed in heat from that exchange and the thoughts in my head, I slump on the wall a bit. “Arghh, what do I do… “

McLeach

(Basically what he does is the same he does to poor Cody. Except, with sexual tension involved)

McLeach had been testy all day, or since I arrived at least. I wonder what’s wrong? Is he okay? Did he not sleep well?

“Oh! - “Quickly shifting from wide eyes and an ‘o’ shape on my mouth because he leaped at me suddenly just now, to a wince, I turn to Percy’s face- which is very close to mine. My cheeks go warm at the sight. Then I glance to the side, seeing the sharp silver of a machete jammed into the wall right beside my head and become slightly nervous. But not more then I am happy to be in such close proximity to McLeach, still. Yeah maybe theirs's something wrong with me. “-Yep, that’s a knife… by-by, my head… ” I move to frown at him, blush still evident across my cheeks and down my neck… “Oh- Wh-Why though?”

“Stop doing that!!” He complains, voice rough and volume brash, death-glaring me down, with his jaw set tight.

My eyes are blown open wide at the situation, with McLeach so close, and keeping me pinned to a wall, and the knife! And he’s mad- goodness, he’s mad. Lips pulled taught in a closed-mouth scowl and eyes narrowed down at me, and completely tapping me against the wall. “What??”

“Stop... biting… “He looks up to the sky for a moment, his grip on the knife tightening, before his gaze flickers back down to my face. Specifically my mouth- then suddenly my eyes. “… your lip.”

Only realising I’m even doing that now, I drop a plush, beaten-up-feeling bottom lip from between my teeth and look up from beneath my eyelashes at him, eyes wide and apologetic - and confused, - and wonder, is that better now?

His chest is so close to mine that I can feel him breathing, slowly and steadily; Deeply. Trying to compose himself. I lay my hand on it gently, my eyes round as I peer up at him. “Are you okay McLeach?… “I tilt my head to the side, taking a gentler approach as my eyes soften. “Percy?”

My heart’s beating so fast I can hear it in my ears, hot and hard as he continues to grimace down at me, before huffing and flinging himself back from the wall and turning his back to me.

“Careful there, missy… might lose myself, one day. That’s some superpower, you got there.”

Rourke:

(This serves as a second part to This Drabble that I did for him months ago.)

My back immediately arches on impact with the wall and a hiss escapes me, turning into a growl when I relax back against it and glare up at Rourke. He’s got a smirk on his aggravatingly handsome face and both my wrists in one hand, held above my head; Effortlessly keeping my struggling at bay. If there were any struggling, in the first place. Which there isn’t, because I know it would be useless and he would like it too much, but he likes to be thorough. Or maybe he just likes to have me helpless… which is definitely a possibility, with the way he’s leering down at me now.

I just glare - up, up, up - at him, a firm scowl tight across my lips. “You asshole.”

“Probably. But besides the point. We’re here, because evidently- I haven’t trained you well enough yet kid. Which, I have to say, is pretty damn disappointing. I wasted all that time on you… just for you to throw it back in my face when it counted. What’s that for thanks?”

“The punch… “I smile grimly, ruefully- pushing my face up spitefully into his as he just gazes down in amusement. “That, was thanks.”

“No manners at all; Guess that’s another thing I’ll have to teach you and your little ingrate of a brother!” Rourke growls, letting his anger show for a moment - even tempered man that he is, it’s quite a sight, -, his fingers tightening around my wrists and the rest of his body rearing closer to mine; His teeth grit in my face. “You first.”

~ 🖤 The smut starts below 🖤~

A gasp tears its way out of me as he yanks me away from the wall. "Fuck- "

We're in a secluded area of Atlantis at the moment, assumedly because Rourke doesn't care to dirty his hands helping the others pack up, or he has better ideas of how he can spend his time - by torturing me, probably, - and he guides me to a nearby truck. With a big hand he jolts it open, and practically throws me inside. "Hey, Rourke you dick what- ah!- " As I'm pushing myself back up from the back seats, Rourke suddenly grabs one of my ankles, and jerks me slightly back. This fucking guy- "What the hell!?"

"Stay still." Is my only answer, his voice gruff and... familiar. I've heard that tone before. Rolling over and resting up on my elbows, I'm surprised to see him unbuckling his belt. My eyes widen to the size of saucers.

"Are you serious!?"

Suddenly he leans into the car, and I lay back down in my attempt to stay defiant, and away from him, despite the intrigued and horny way my heart pounds at this.

Good god. I'm messed up.

His eyes are dark and stern as he speaks, and he's never been this way before when we fucked, but I'm into it. One of his big hands - big, strong, capable hands, - find my right thigh, and pulls it to the side, before his lips crash down against mine and I cant help it. I cant fucking help it. I kiss him back with fervour, ringing my hands back around his neck to drag him down further against me, before running one hand through his hair. His tongue is pushy and stubborn but oh god- oh god- oh god.

My hips buck up suddenly, aching for Rourke's touch - no one else would do. The bastard, - and he shoves them back down into the seats, none-too-gently. And a sigh, an actual sigh, escapes me at getting manhandled like that.

He suddenly rips his mouth from mine, and I feel deeply disappointed at the loss of heat and his mouth, when suddenly one of those big, strong, capable hands I sited earlier comes up and wraps over my mouth. A squeak comes out of me as my eyes widen, and grins, wickedly at me. "I think I told you, Y/N. I'm teaching you a lesson. This ain't gonna be a picnic."

My squeak is more confused now. Because what the fuck does he mean!?

The fucks smirk only gets worse before he shows me his finger- holds it up between our faces so I can see it. And twirls it.

He wants me to roll over.

He wants me on my stomach.

My eyes widen and I hope very much that the amount of hell no I'm feeling bleeds through it and he understands... and he does.

But that doesn't matter. He makes a disappointed expression at me, just being a dick, before shrugging. And its dangerous. My stomach actually drops at the action. "Fine."

Then he slips out of the car, and only a moment passes of me just being in the back of cold truck, before hands enter back in and promptly wrestle me over- much against my struggling to stop it. "Fuck- you- Rourke! You are not- "

"That's enough running your mouth, I think. Jesus christ, can you talk. Ever heard the quietest people have the loudest minds?" I'm now on my stomach, and roll my eyes as he runs his own mouth about me. What a dick. "You must be real empty, in there." He knocks back of my head gently with his knuckles, but its infuriating. I hiss back, snapping my head to the side as if to say I'll come back there. He chuckles, and cuts off my rather short-lived bout of not liking him, as he - and I don't know when he pulled it out at all, but he did and now-, - rubs fully hard length between my thighs- against my (Insert Sex Organs You Possess). Immediately an unbelievably desperate, pleased whine escapes me, and my head falls forward. My pants are still on, but I've had him inside me enough times to know that its going to be good. That I want him. Fuck. A hand finds my waist and a thick thumb rubs across the skin under my shirt, as Rourke leans over my back, close to my head. "I think I can practically hear, the one thing goin' on in your pea-brain, though."

"Shh... " I can barely put together words, in anticipation. God- My heart aches. I'm so messed up- "Shut up... "

Then his hand comes up to hold my face again, thoroughly covering my mouth, and I let my eye lids flutter shut.

"That's right dollface, calm down. Ain't no one going to hurt you... " Silently I take in a deep breath, resisting the urge to fight again, and make this worse then it is. And its not that bad... its just... I want to refuse. I want to be strong. But I'm not. That was always Milo. Still, my fingers clench when Rourke speaks again. "Much."

An indignant whine escapes me, behind his hand but then he's getting rid of my pants and I help him by lifting my knees so he can pull them all the way off. When cold air hits my bare skin and grit my teeth and bare it, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

Then my heart's beating violently against my chest when Rourke runs the head of his cock against my now exposed entrance, and I squeeze my eyes totally shut. "Coming in."

And as soon as he sheathes himself in me for the first time (that night) and stretching me deliciously, a pleased whine slips out of me, and I push my ass back into his evil touch. More.

"Now that's my Y/N."

This time I growl, before suddenly Rourke pulls my hips up with one hand- and totally buries himself in me once again and my growl immediately turns into a shocked moan, as I bite down on my bottom lip. No- God- Please- Move!! Grinding himself through me aggravatingly slowly, but rough enough against my walls to make me go crazy wanting him, Rourke chuckles and I can hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again. "Now I don't want to hear anymore back talk, you hear me?" I don't answer, partly because I'm stubborn and I don't want to, and partly because he's got his hand over my mouth so no answer I give would be dignified, at all, but he's not having that as he groans back, there, in annoyance not pleasure, and pulls out. A breathless whine escapes from me, when the hand on my mouth disappears, too.

But then he hits me - no, he fucking spanks me, - , and my eyes blow wide open and my mouth falls open too at the sensation that it causes my pussy/dick. There's no way. No way! No way, did I like that... But... the way my pussy clenches/dick strains cannot be misconstrued. I loved that. Fuck. Slowly, meekly, because I'm fucking shocked that I liked that and that he dared to do something like that on me, I lower my head. Resting my forehead on my arms carefully. "Now, you little fucking traitor- " I'm the traitor!!?? "Did you hear me? Or am I going to have ta' make this little ass of yours red."

"I fucking heard you."

"You're lucky I'm so benevolent, Y/N." Rourke teases, shoving himself into me again, my wet hole already beginning to milk him as I shake. "Any other commander back home might take the belt to that ass for back-talk like that. But I got a bit of a soft spot for you."

Oh... 'lucky me'...

Quickly he finds a steady rhythm, fucking us both into neat, tidy, swift orgasms- he never liked to spend too much time on this. He would just take what he needed and leave. He has other shit to do, - , burying himself in my sopping trench so many times and just harder then anyone else, my mind goes totally screwy. He's literally fucking me brainless. Unseemly moans fly from my lips on a constant loop, every time he rolls those hips into me, and the sounds of both his own groans and the vulgar sound of movement in this truck drag me groin first into climax.

Mine comes first, obviously, and I steal myself as cum shoots out of me unlike any simple fuck before. It seems to to turn Rourke on even more, as throws himself in even more forcefully a few more times- before I feel his cock twitch against my skin and he shoves himself entirely inside of me in order to come without getting it anywhere.

He's tidy like that.

It fills me up all warm and crammed and I would never admit to it but its hot.

Sighing when he finally drags himself out of and away from me and tucks himself away, Rourke buckles himself back up so no one would ever know he just fucked - meanwhile I'm an absolute total disaster zone, - . I roll over on the seats, pushing myself up with a scowl, leaning back on my hands. I glare at him fiercely.

"Now, that ain't a pretty face." He grins, a wicked look in his eye.

"You're sick." Is all I say, before searching around for my pants. Before I can grab for them though, Rourke reaches forward and grabs my chin one of his hands- jerking me up to look at him.

"Maybe, dollface, maybe. But you fucking love that. Now what does that say about you, pray tell?" But he doesn't want me to talk back, as viciously lets me go and looks away; Checking whether the coast is still clear. And I'm left for a moment feeling terrible about myself.

... Before I roll my eyes, forcing myself to go on with what I was doing.

He's wrong. There's nothing wrong with me. He's just... a good fuck.

That's all...

As I'm struggling to pull my pants back on in the back seat of a vehicle - not easy! - theirs suddenly voices nearby and my eyes widen. They flash to Rourke, but he's already, casually, shutting the truck door on me and stepping in front of the window.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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jingle your bells

w/c: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of drinking and a suggestive joke

summary: peter gets drunk at tony’s christmas party and confesses a thing or two

a/n: today’s the day yayyy merry christmas guys i hope you’ve gotten and gave some good stuff!! i hope you’re all staying safe too <3 this was requested as a headcanon but i put a twist on it because why not

━━━ ➳❥

your dad loves parties. hosting them, attending them, crashing them. he’s actually known for it.

this year, he’s throwing a little party for christmas. everyone at the compound is coming, but there’s someone you care about more than the rest. peter. he’s one of your favorite people and closest friends.

your crush, too.

these things can be a bit overwhelming, so the two of you always stick together. you’ll sometimes sneak upstairs to your room and binge movies with pajamas and all kinds of junk food. it’s your own party in a way. you two enjoy the time you don’t spend at the real ones more than anything.

thor and bruce are currently doing their own rendition of all i want for christmas. your dad made the mistake of setting up karaoke. you laugh along, natasha dragging them in every way possible. steve snaps to the beat. wanda is covering her face in second hand embarrassment. vision offers tips that he searched every possible database for.

sam and bucky took peter somewhere a while ago. that can never be good. he’ll probably come back covered in whipped cream or something stupid. those two never leave peter alone. it’s kind of sweet when you think about it.

“thank you! thank you very much, children,” thor grins as everyone applauds the performance. bruce takes a bow. “we’ll be here all night.” you shake your head at the two of them. they’re too funny. natasha shares a look with you. “boo, get off the stage!” bucky calls as he enters the room. sam and peter follow behind him.

peter is smiling like an idiot, not that his smile isn’t adorable. it just seems a bit off. you really have to find out what they did to him.

“uh, this is my stage,” thor scoffs and grabs the microphone off the stand. grimacing, bruce puts a hand on his shoulder. “let’s calm down, buddy.” “no, i think we should do another one. santa baby.” he points to natasha. “hit play for us, thanks.” she sighs and puts the song on through the speakers. you can’t win with thor.

you watch sam whisper something to peter, then bucky cackles. tony and pepper make their way in and sit down next to you on the couch.

“what’s going on in here?” pepper asks you, nudging your arm. you’re more concerned with what’s going on with peter. “a sing off. it was karaoke, but bucky riled thor up.” your dad clicks his tongue. “that absolute madman.”

“he’s not the only madman tonight,” your mom comments, widening her eyes at the sight in front of her. you furrow your eyebrows and follow her gaze. your mouth drops open.

peter is dancing around in front of them. he’s trying to hip bump bruce, who keeps inching closer to thor. sam and bucky are doubled over from the other side of the room. they ruined your poor peter.

thor chuckles and pats peter on the back. he happily accepts it very much like a puppy would. he’s wearing a headband with jingle bells on it and there’s a weird stain on his shirt.

“little spider has been drinking,” thor announces, peter’s cheeks glowing red. that makes sense. you immediately glare at sam and bucky. they raise their hands in defense. they’re still on the hook.

“god, i can smell him from here,” natasha agrees and waves her hand in the air. “they‘d be able to smell him from sokovia,” wanda mutters. “parker? are you shit-faced right now?” your dad speaks up, a look between concern and anger on his face. his giggling gives him away.

“it’s christmas. you’re drunk out of your mind on christmas. i can’t have that.” tony points upstairs, signaling for him to go. you’re pretty sure peter didn’t process a word of that. pepper rubs up and down tony’s arm with a frown. “oh, tony. don’t be a grinch.” he sighs and watches peter try to climb into steve’s lap.

“he needs to sleep this off, pep. kid hasn’t had a drop of alcohol before tonight.” it’s true. he’s big on not drinking until he’s old enough. you have to wonder what changed. “i’ll bring him to his room, dad. he shouldn’t go alone,” you offer, already getting to your feet. “thanks, y/n/n. look at you, making good choices.”

you walk up to steve and give him an apologetic smile. relief washes over his face. “he’s all yours,” he laughs out. “all yours,” peter repeats in a giggle. “mhm. let’s go, peter.” you take him by his arm and pull him away from steve.

he’s easy to drag along because of the state he’s in. he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, your arm around his waist.

“you smell so good, y/n. sooo nice,” peter almost sings, sniffing you for good measure. “you don’t,” you deadpan. the two of you pass by sam and bucky on your way out. “you’re actually messed up for this,” you tell them under your breath, bucky gasping. “hey, miss stark. it was his idea!” sam yells out to you. you’re not in the mood to hear it.

peter cuddles into your side while you lead him up the stairs. his breath is hot on you and wreaks of expensive liquor from your dad’s cabinet. you never imagined you’d see him like this.

he’s still clinging onto you, so you open his door by pressing your back to it. “come on, pete. you have to lay down,” you tell him as nicely as you can. he stops walking in the middle of the room. “wait. lemme show you something.” he wiggles his eyebrows and shakes his head around. it makes the jingle bells on his head... jingle.

“did you like it?” peter asks and leans his head down to do it again. stifling a laugh, you grab his shoulders. “yeah, peter. i liked it. you can stop jingling your bells now.” “you should... should jingle my bells,” he slurs, smirking at you. you quickly take your hands off of him. “oh my god, you’re so drunk.”

he’s doing all the things you wish he would when he’s sober.

“are you mad at me?” peter pouts his lip out. “don’t be mad at me, y/n.” you press your own lips together and take a seat on his bed. he plops down next to you, pushing his head against your shoulder. “no, but i am mad at sam and bucky. i can’t believe they’d do this.” his face twists up in confusion. “and on christmas.”

“do what?” he wonders and settles his head on you. “let you drink?” you ask like it should be obvious. it should be. “no, no, no. they were helping me.” peter puffs some air out of his cheeks. that gives him the idea to blow into your ear. you flinch and push at his shoulder.

“peter, they gave you alcohol. it’s clearly not good for you.” “no, y/n.” he closes his eyes and lays his head on your shoulder again. “i got my own. they-“ he’s interrupted by a hiccup. you can’t help but laugh, pulling him closer. “‘scuse me. they helped me with something else.”

drunk peter is kind of cute. super cute, to be real.

“what was it?” you decide to entertain him, figuring he’ll say something ridiculous. “asking you out,” peter answers way too casually. you almost don’t believe him. then again, he’s pretty self aware at the moment. it’s probably because his powers give him a higher tolerance.

peter feels your heart speeding up next to him. he presses his head to it so he can hear. “you- are you serious?” you stammer, willing him to look up at you. “uh huh. i like you a lot.” a lazy smile takes over his face. “a lot a lot.” “peter...” he’s still going.

“i asked them for advice. it sucked. we were in the kitchen and i remembered your dad’s...” he pauses to think of the word. “stash. i thought drinking would make me loose.” he moves his body around for a visual.

you’re still shocked sam and bucky let him go through with it. it does sound like them, though. you’re more shocked peter likes you back and just admitted it.

sober peter would never admit any of that.

“you don’t have to change anything for me, pete. i like you, too.” you grin down at him. peter returns it and puckers his lips at you. “cool. does that mean i can get a kiss?” letting out a breath, you help him sit up again. he whines about it for all of ten seconds before yawning.

this isn’t exactly how you saw this moment going. peter is too shy to ever really initiate anything, and you never knew if he felt the same. you’re always trying to figure out each other’s boundaries. he has to debate with himself about little things like giving you his jacket or facetiming you at night.

he never wants to overstep. you never want to scare him off. having him drunkenly snuggle with you breaks all those boundaries. at least something finally does. the kiss will have to wait until whatever he drank leaves his system, which hopefully won’t be long. his powers are a possibility once again.

“it’s nap time for you,” you tell peter like he’s a kid. he protests like one, too. “but i’m not tired.” “yeah you are. you just yawned.” he opens his mouth to speak. you talk first. “lay down.” he’s caught off guard this time when you push at his chest. it makes him fall back on the pillows.

you giggle and take the jingle bells off his head. they can’t be comfortable. peter makes grabby hands for you. “come lay with me, baby,” he mumbles into the pillow his face is squished in. your heart flutters hearing him call you that. his arms do look inviting. they’re all ready to hold you.

too bad he’s on time out.

“i can’t. i’m supposed to be back downstairs already.” you unenthusiastically get up from the bed. peter groans, rolling onto his side. “i want christmas cuddles.” “you’ll get some after your nap,” you promise and poke his shoulder. “and a kiss.” he closes his eyes the literal second you say that.

you like this boy way too much.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Unofficial Fathers

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Avengers x Teen!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,450ish

Requests: I put two requests together for this one. I hope that it’s okay.

1-What about one with the Avengers and reader (maybe they have super speed???) where the reader is a teenager and super stressed out for whatever reason so the Avengers decide to get them moving by doing something with water (like water guns, balloons, slide, etc) with them. Just like fluff, I think it’d be kinda cute

2-Can you write an avengers x teen!reader, where she lost function in both of her legs, which makes her really sad and depressed? The others have to help her with everything and she feels bad, so she ends up trying to do things herself, but gets hurt. Maybe steve and tony play a more significant role. Thanks!

Warnings: angst / fluff / paralysis / wishing to have died

“Hey Speedy!” Tony called over the comms. “You’re up!”

“Finally!” You exclaimed.

The mission had started almost an hour ago, and the plan had been for you to hang out in the quinjet until you were deemed needed. Which annoyed you. Even though you were barely 17, you had been a part of the Avengers for almost 3 years. Longer than even Peter Parker.

Due to some freak accident during the Battle of New York, you somehow ended up with super speed abilities. That’s how Steve and Tony found you almost 3 years old. The two were in the city for meetings and you were zooming around helping people and playing pranks. You thought it would be fun to do something to those two. But before you could do something, Tony and Steve had you pinned to the wall with part of the Iron Man suit. Apparently, their ‘meeting’ was to actually find you and bring you in.

The whole Team was interested in getting to know you very quickly and get you properly trained. Natasha, Clint, Bucky, and Steve handled your combat training personally, while Tony and Bruce tested your abilities and created gear that would help you.

Steve and Tony, though definitely not a couple, took on the role of your parents. You even had begun calling them as such. Steve was Pa and Tony was Dad. They didn’t always agree on exactly how to handle you. But they loved you and that was a step above your real parents, who you didn’t even know.

“Y/N! I need you to get in the building and get anyone and everyone out!” Steve instructed. “As fast as you can! I think the building is going down!”

“You got it Cap!” You responded.

Using your super speed you rushed out of the quinjet and into the building. You zig-zagged through each floor. The first few were empty, but eventually you ran into some people. You quickly helped them out of the building to continue your search. You were almost done with you sweep when you felt the building tremble. You paused, glancing around.

“Kid!” Tony shouted in the comms. “The building is going down. Where are you?”

“Uh… I don’t think you want to know,” you responded.

“Please tell me you’re not still in the building, Y/N,” Steve said.

“I’m sorry, Pa. I’m almost done with my sweep. Just one last floor.”

“No, Y/N! Get out of there now!”

“Just one more floor!” You sped away to get to the last floor.

“I’m on my way to you, Y/N,” Tony said. “Meet me at the Northwest window.”

“Alright. I’m almost—“

You suddenly heard a loud cry. You turned to see a little girl huddled up in the corner as the building’s tremor’s worsened. Rushing to the little girl, you barely missed the ceiling caving down and breaking the floor.

“I’m outside the window, kid!” Tony exclaimed. “You need to get here, now!”

“There’s a kid in here!” You retorted, grabbing the little girl. You sped to the window. “You need to take her.” You held her out to Tony.

“Not without you!”

“Just take her, Dad! Please!”

He quickly took her from your arms. “Don’t do anything! I’ll be right back!”

He flew off and the floor began to crack worse beneath your feet. You knew, even with your super speed, that you wouldn’t be able to make it out of the building without Tony coming for you. When another section of floor collapsed, you knew you needed to get out of there.

“Dad!” You shouted.

“I’m almost there, honey!” He responded. “Just hang on!”

The floor cracked beneath you, sending you falling. You grasped onto the ledge.

“Dad!” You screamed.

“Almost, there—“

“AHHH!”

The building’s roof collapsed, with the rest of the building following. You were pushed down with the debris, screaming.

“Y/N!!!” A multitude of voices screamed over the comms.

But you didn’t hear anything else, because you landed with a thud, hitting your head and blacking out before the rest of the building landed on you.

~~~

“Tony, come take a rest,” Clint urged. “At least drink something.”

You had been stuck under the building for hours at this point, with Tony working non-stop to try and get to you.

“I can’t,” Tony responded. “My kid’s down there.”

“Scott’s almost here, he’ll shrink down and see what’s going on.”

“I can’t afford to waste a second.”

“Stark, we don’t know if moving any of this will make it worse for her,” Bucky said. “We could just be killing her faster.”

“You don’t think I know that!” Tony spun around. “But she’s the closest thing I have to a daughter! And I’ve already let her down once today.”

“You didn’t let her down.”

“I’m the one who told her to go into the building,” Steve said, everyone able to feel the self blame in his words. “I did this to her.”

“Stop with the blame game here, guys,” Clint interrupted. “Y/N wouldn’t want that. Now, we need—"

“I’m here! I’m here!” Scott yelled, running up with Hope. “Romanoff and Banner got us hooked up to cameras and we brought extra Pym particles so that we can get her out of there.” He briefly made eye contact with Tony and Steve. “We’re going to get her out of there.”

“We’ve got this,” Hope confirmed.

Shrinking, the two quickly got into the rubble. The others rushed over to the screens so that they could hear and see what was going on. It was dusty, that much was clear. But the couple were quick to follow FRIDAY’s leads on where to go. The AI was trying to to its best to sense were you were by heat signatures.

“Miss Y/N should be just below,” the AI informed the two in the debris.

“There she is,” Steve breathed out, seeing your head on the screen. It was clear that blood had been, or still was, coming from somewhere on your head. “Tell us what’s going on guys. What’s her status?”

“She’s breathing,” Hope confirmed. “She’s scratched up, but it looks like the bleeding as stopped.”

“She’s lost quite a bit of blood,” Scott added. He turned, revealing her bottom half, squished under a large piece of cement. “That’s not good.”

“Shit,” Tony whispered. “No.”

“We need to shrink her before the damage gets worse,” Hope said. “Get on the other side of her, Scott.”

“On it,” Scott replied.

“You ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Shrink her in 3, 2, 1.”

Your body was quickly shrunk. Hope and Scott quickly worked together to secure you to Hope.

“Okay, she’s secure,” Scott said. “We’re on our way up.”

“You’re going to want to get everything ready,” Hope warned. “We aren’t going to want to bring her back to normal size without being ready to work.”

“Helen Cho is waiting back at the compound with her team,” Bruce informed. “Natasha and I have the quinjet ready to stabilize her as much as we can on the way.”

“Steve, Tony, you may want to stay away. It’s worse than the camera’s probably caught.”

“Not a chance.” / “Like hell!”

“Hope is right,” Clint said. “Bruce needs to be able to check her out with out you two hovering.” He looked at Bucky, the two seemingly having a silent conversation. They both took a step towards the two other men. “When they bring her out, we can’t have you two going all papa bears.”

“We’re in the quinjet,” Scott informed.

Clint and Bucky were quick. Bucky went for Steve, fighting with him to slow him down. Clint quickly shot an arrow at Tony’s arc reactor, shutting down the suit and effectively locking Tony in it. While that was happening, the others raced to the quinjet, getting it off the ground before the four men could get there.

Scott normalized himself first before helping Hope with herself and Y/N. Natasha and Bruce were waiting, ready to grab you as soon as they could. You were limp in Bruce’s arms, so incredibly so that it scared even the Hulk to his core. He and Natasha worked quickly and efficiently together to do everything they could before getting to the compound.

Back at the site, the four men had slowed down their fighting.

“How could you do that Clint?” Tony asked, clearly hurt as he was able to get his helmet off. “You have kids. You should understand the need to be with them when they’re injured.”

“I do,” Clint replied. “That’s why we knew we needed to stop the two of you.”

“Whatever happens, it’s going to be hard,” Bucky said. “And they need to be able to fully evaluate her. It was either this or sedation… We’re sorry. We want to be there for her too."

~~~

It was two hours before Cho had finished running all the tests and an hour after that before Tony and Steve could wait at your bedside. You were all bandaged, bruised, and scrapped, but you were alive. That’s all that really matter. The test results had yet to come back, so the men had to try and be patient. You sucked in a breath, alerting the men to the possibility of you waking up.

“Y/N?” Steve softly called. “You there, doll?”

“Pa?” You rasped, head turning towards the sound of his voice while your eyes crept open.

“Hey.” He smiled.

“Hi, kid,” Tony said.

You turned to look at him. “Dad.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I feel a hundred feet and then a building landed on me.”

“We’re not surprised there,” Steve commented.

“Hey, Y/N,” Helen Cho greeted as she walked into the room with her tablet. “How are you doing? Any unusual pain?”

“Well the drugs you’ve given me are trippy,” you replied.

“Drugs?” She repeated concerned, glancing at Tony and Steve.

“Yeah. I can feel my upper half, but my waist and below are completely numb. What did you give me, doc?”

Helen immediately went to work. She tore off the blankets covering your feet and immediately began running her pen up and down them.

“What’s going on?” You asked, trying to sit up.

“Steve, go get Bruce,” Helen ordered. Steve nodded and rushed out.

You looked at Tony. “Dad? What’s going on?”

“I-I— oh my gosh,” Tony stammered, hand covering his mouth.

“Dad!”

“We didn’t give you any pain meds, Y/N,” Helen stated.

“What?”

“We wanted to see if there was any damage done, so we didn’t want the pain meds getting in the way.”

“So… I—I… I can’t…” You began hyperventilating. “I…”

“Honey, lay down,” Tony urged, gently pushing you onto the bed. “Breathe.”

“I’m here!” Bruce said, hurrying in with Steve. “We need to get her into the scanner and compare it to the other tests we’ve taken.”

Helen quickly went to the head of your bed, unlocking the wheels. All of this was scaring you.

“Dad?” You looked at Tony, teary eyed, before looking at Steve. “Pa?” They both grasped one of your hands.

“We’re right here,” Steve said, bringing your hand up for a kiss as Helen and Bruce began to wheel you away.

“You both need to stay here, while we run the scans,” Bruce said.

“No! Please!” You pled, crying.

“I’ll be with you, Y/N. Tony and Steve just need to stay here.”

Bruce and Helen pushed you away as you begged and cried out for Steve and Tony. The rest of the Team rushed into the hallway to see what was happening. They witnessed you being pushed down the hall.

“What the hell is going on?” Sam asked, looking into the room where Tony and Steve had been left. Both men looked distraught, and absolutely heartbroken.

“Steve?” Bucky questioned.

“She… She… I…” Steve couldn’t pull his thoughts together.

“Tony?” Natasha questioned.

The man fell back into a chair, burying his head in his hands. “She couldn’t feel her legs,” Tony whispered. “She couldn’t feel her legs.”

“She thought they had given her pain killers,” Steve continued, whispering as well.

“Steve, sit down,” Bucky said, moving to help his friend. “You look like you could pass out.”

“I might… she couldn’t feel her legs…”

“She’s going to be alright,” Sam said. “Y/N’s a fighter.”

“Yeah, but… she couldn’t feel her legs…”

~~~

After getting you into the scanner, Bruce and Helen actually gave you drugs to help you calm down. You were asleep almost as soon as they were injected. The two doctors worked together to look over each scan and previously done test. Only to reach the same conclusion each time. You were paralyzed. This brought on a multitude of worries, but the biggest one had to do with your abilities. Would you ever be able to use them again?

After finding out about the diagnosis, it was the first question to leave Tony’s lips. Tony and Steve were standing outside your med-bay room, Helen and Bruce in front of them. The two doctors sighed, glancing at one another.

“No,” Bruce answered. “She wouldn’t be able to use her abilities again.”

What they didn’t know was that you had woken up just in time to hear Tony ask the question and Bruce answer it. Covering your mouth, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to stop from sobbing.

“She’s going to need help with everything, especially right now,” Helen continued for Bruce. “She’s going to need to be looked after. And I—“

“We’ll do it,” Steve replied, firmly. “We’re her family, we’ll take care of her.”

“I know that you two—this whole team, sees her as family. But this is going to be a long, hard road.”

“What are you saying?” Tony asked. “That we send her away? She’s almost 17! Who would be willing to adopt her at that age? Especially when we are her family!” He motioned between himself and Steve. “We are her fathers!”

“I understand, Tony. But you need to be prepared. She’s going to need help with the little everyday things. Bathing, getting changed, going to the bathroom. Somebody’s going to need to help her with it.”

“We will,” Steve repeated, still as firm as before. “Whatever she needs, for as long as she needs it. Whether it’s officially legal or not, she is our daughter and we will help her through it all.”

“I can make her braces,” Tony said. “Just like I did with Rhodes.”

“We actually believe that it would be more valuable if she learns to live with a wheelchair first,” Bruce responded. “Just in case anything were to happen with the braces, that she wouldn’t be completely helpless.”

“I agree with Bruce on this one,” Steve said. “She needs to be able to live in a wheelchair before she tries braces.”

“We will have her in physical and occupational therapy such, so she doesn’t lose all the muscles in her legs.”

Just then, Wanda rushed passed them, heading for your door. “Wanda?” Steve questioned. “What’s going on?”

“The pain,” Wanda replied. “She’s in so much pain.”

Following Wanda into the room, they witnessed you trying to control your emotions. Though it was clear you were upset. Tony and Steve rushed to either side of you.

“It’s okay, honey,” Tony whispered, wiping tears off your cheeks. “It’s okay.”

“N-no…” you rasped, shaking your head. “It’s… n-not…”

“Did you hear what we were talking about?” Steve asked. You nodded. “I’m so sorry, doll. You shouldn’t have had to find out that way.”

You couldn’t stop the sobs at this point. You had just gotten the worse news you could have imagined. You were paralyzed and know unable to use your abilities. In your mind, you were basically useless.

Steve quickly got into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. As he cradled you, he tried to get you to calm down. He glanced around worriedly at everyone else in the room, who didn’t know how to help.

~~~

“You need to eat, Y/N,” Tony pressed, trying to hand you a plate again.

“I’m not hungry,” you replied, voice void of all emotion.

You had fallen asleep in Steve’s arms, where the two of you stayed until morning. Tony brought in breakfast while Steve went to get ready for the day.

“You need to eat,” he said again.

“I said, I’m not hungry,” you repeated.

Tony sighed, seating the plate down. “Do you not like waffles? I can have Happy go get something else. A burger? Fries? Ice cream?”

“I want my legs back.”

“Kid—“

“Don’t try to make me feel better about this. You have no understanding about how I am feeling.”

“I wasn’t trying to. I just—“

“Can you leave me alone? I want to be alone.”

Tony knew that you just needed a moment. So without responding, he got up and left, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the wall next to it, running a hand down his face. The guilt he was feeling was real. If only he had grabbed you and the kid, or if he had just flown faster.

“You’re going there too?” Steve asked, coming up to lean on the wall across from Tony.

“The guilt is real,” Tony responded.

“Yeah… I shouldn’t have had her go into the building. What was I thinking?”

“I shouldn’t have let her convince me to take the kid… but, I guess, feeling this way won’t do her any good now, will it?”

“No, unfortunately, it won’t.” Steve looked at the closed door. “How is she?”

“She refused to eat… I’m thinking about having Happy get all her favorite foods for lunch.”

“Good idea. Maybe we could even try the wheelchair out and bring her to the common area.”

“I like it.”

“I’ll let everyone know about it.”

“Yeah, I—“

“Excuse me, Boss, Captain,” FRIDAY interrupted. “But Y/N is in need of immediate assistance.”

~~~

After Tony left, you huffed. This was miserable. You didn’t want to be stuck in this bed. And, honestly, the longer you sat there, the more you needed to go to the bathroom. You just didn’t want to ask for help, you didn’t want that to be your life. Studying the distance between your bed and the toilet for a few moments, you decided to get there yourself. Besides, they hadn’t tried to stand you up and get you to walk, maybe this was all one big cruel joke.

Taking a deep breath, you flung your covers off. You pushed yourself towards the edge of the bed, helping your legs to rest over it. Other deep breath in and you pushed yourself off the bed, trying to stand. You immediately fell. Trying to brace yourself, you landed on your hands. One of your wrists cracked, failing to break your fall. In the midst of the struggle, your bladder decided to let loose, causing you to lay in a pool of your own pee. You clutched your wrist close to your chest as your door burst open, revealing two extremely worried men. You looked at them, with tears cascading down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I just wanted to do something by myself.” They looked at you with complete pity, which you absolutely hated.

“It’s okay,” Steve said, getting on the floor beside you, minding the puddle. He noticed your wrist. “Did you hurt yourself?”

You nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll go run and get you clothes, sweetheart,” Tony said. “Steve will help you into the shower. It’s all going to be okay.” He rushed out.

“No it won’t,” you whispered as Steve scooped you up into his arms. “It will never be again.”

And Steve thought his heart couldn’t shatter more than it already had. As he lifted you, he could practically feel the weight that this was having on you. You wouldn’t look at him as he took you into the bathroom and set you on the shower floor.

“Can I help you undress?” Steve asked.

You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes. This was your life now. Though you could undress yourself, you would always need help, basically be waited on all the time.

“If you want, I can go grab Natasha,” Steve suggested. “Or Wanda. Or, Pepper might even be in today. You love Pepper.”

“I want to be alone,” you mumbled.

“Y/N, I just want to help. Just let me help.”

“And I just want to be alone.” Tears were still falling, though you couldn’t understand how.

“Y/N—“

“Just leave me alone!” You shouted, pushing yourself into the corner.

“What’s going on in here?” Tony asked, bringing in the clothes with Pepper following.

“Leave me alone!”

“Why don’t you guys wait outside?” Pepper suggested. “I’ll help Y/N.”

Steve sighed, straightened up from his kneeled position and hurrying out of there. Tony looked at you sadly before taking his leave. Pepper shut the door and came to your side.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked softly.

“I want to be left alone,” you responded, frustrated and not willing to look her way.

“That’s not going to happen and you know it, Tony and Steve won’t allow it. Those men out there care about you and are so extremely worried. All they want to do is help.”

“I don’t care.”

She let out a small sigh. “Will you at least let me help? We need to get you out of those clothes and washed up. Especially since that wrist needs to get checked out.”

After a moment, you gave in and looked at her. “Okay.”

Pepper smiled at you briefly. “Okay.”

~~~

Apparently, there was already a hairline fracture in your wrist because of the accident. Your fall off the bed didn’t do anything to help it. You had willingly let Pepper help you clean up, but other than that you were still fighting asking for help.

The Team had tried to lift your spirits at lunch out in the common area, but to no avail. After that, you were taken to your regular room, where a twin bed had been added.

“What’s that?” You asked, you hadn’t spoken since the bathroom.

“Someone is going to stay in here with you until things start becoming normal again,” Steve replied, pushing the wheelchair further into the room.

“Normal,” you scoffed.

“Buck and I were thinking we could have a movie night today. Maybe try and watch all of the—“

“I just want to sleep.”

“That’s okay too.”

“I would be here too kid,” Tony added, “but Pep and I are working out somethings with the physical therapist.”

“What’s the point of physical therapy? My legs don’t work.”

“It’s to keep your muscles, so that one day you can get braces.”

You nodded, glancing around until you were staring at your tennis shoes on the floor. They were brand new, Stark designed shoes. They were meant to not wear as fast because of your speeding abilities. Your speeding abilities that you could no longer access.

“Can you do something with those?” You asked, pointing at them.

Both Tony and Steve looked over. They got a tad deflated after remembering how excited you had been about those shoes.

“Yeah, sure, kid,” Tony responded, grabbing them. “I’ll just put them up in your closet. We can—“

“No,” you interrupted. “I want them gone.”

“Y/N—“

“I don’t need any reminders of what I’m now unable to do.”

“Sweetheart,” Tony got down in front of you, “you can still, or will be able to, do a lot. You got lucky.” He immediately regretted his last sentence, even Steve flinch.

“I got lucky? I. Got. Lucky?”

“Y/N, that’s not what—“

“Get the hell out!”

“Hey, that’s not how you talk to your—“

“My what? Father?! Cause you aren’t, remember? Maybe you should take Helen’s advice and give me away! Might make it easier on everyone!”

“You are my daughter, damn it! Whether it’s official or not, or by blood!”

“Y/N, Tony—“ Steve tried to interrupt.

“No! I actually will say that you got lucky. You did because you have people willing to help you, willing to support you.”

“Well stop!” You shouted back. “Have you ever thought that I don’t want any of your help?! Maybe I think that you should have just left me down there to die! It would have been better that way! I’m basically useless like this!”

“Enough!” Bucky yelled, barging in with Nat. “Steve, Tony, out.”

With a glare sent their way from Nat, the two men didn’t even argue. You were refusing to look at Bucky and Nat. Half embarrassed that you said those things to the men you considered your dads, and half embarrassed that you were believing the terrible thoughts your mind was taunting you with.

Bucky and Natasha looked at each other, unsure of what exactly to do. You let them help you into bed before they left you alone, leaving with a promise to bring food later.

In the loneliness of your bedroom, you let your thoughts consume you. How you were now useless as an Avenger without being able to have super speed. How you wished they would have just let you die. How you wish they wouldn’t be so helpful, it was driving you crazy. How you really didn’t have any family, you were all alone.

~~~

To respect your boundaries, Tony and Steve decided to let the others help them. No matter how hard it was. It hurt them to see you struggling through everything and not rush to your side. Not that you would let them help, you weren’t letting anyone without putting up a fight.

Steve and Tony had had many talks since they realized you were wishing that you had just died. Tony had made sure that FRIDAY had surveillance on you 24/7 and the Team, besides Tony and Steve, were switching sleeping in your room every night.

It wasn’t easy on anyone, especially since you were having nightmares about being stuck down in the debris. Someone would wake you from the dream, only to be quickly shut out. The terrors would leave you trembling, sweating, and in a state of panic. But, with you not willing to let people help, the others were forced to watch you struggle with this.

Physical and occupational therapy was a whole other issue. You were rude to the therapists and unwilling to do anything. As the weeks went by, the Team could see the affect it was happening on your legs and they were concerned. Steve and Tony would watch each session from above, angry at the whole situation.

It had been two months since the whole incident, and you still weren’t showing any signs of changing your attitude any time soon.

“Come on, Y/N,” your therapist sighed. “What I’m asking you to do isn’t all that hard. I’m going to do all the work.”

“No,” you stated, determined.

“Y/N—“

“Why don’t you go help someone who’s more able to do things? Maybe someone who will actually get better. I’m sure they’d love your help."

“I can’t watch this anymore,” Tony said to Steve, watching from above. “She’s hurting herself.”

“You know we can’t force her to do anything, Tony,” Steve replied. “We have to let her do this on her own.”

“No, we don’t.” Tony turned around and headed for the room you were currently in.

“Tony! What are you going to do?”

“Use the hate she is harboring towards what happened, towards us, for her benefit.”

Tony burst into the room, causing you and the therapist to jump. You furrowed your brows, confused at what Tony and Steve could possibly be doing here.

“Hand me your leg, Y/N,” Tony demanded.

“What? No,” you responded.

“Hand me your damn leg!”

“No!”

“Fine!” Tony marched over and picked you up from your wheelchair.

“Put me down!” You tried to push off Tony. “Let me go!”

“Tony!” Steve called. “What are you doing?”

“It’s time for some tough love,” Tony responded. He set you down, not gently, on a therapy table. He grabbed your leg and began doing the exercises.

“Let go of me!” You demanded, trying to reach and pry him away, but failing.

“No! Don’t you see what you are doing to yourself? What you’re doing to those around you?! You are miserable and you are making others miserable! Yes, what happened to you was absolute shit. Trust me, Steve and I will have that guilt with us for the rest of our lives. But it’s up to you to decide how to come out of this. You ever fight to live, fight to find the new normal, or you let yourself whither away. And I’m not about to let that last one happen.”

“You may think you’re alone in this, but you aren’t,” Tony continued. “Steve and I, the Team, we all want to help you through this. Even if that means sticking with you for life.”

During Tony’s whole thing, you had began crying. He was right, you were making yourself and everyone around you miserable.

“I’m sorry,” you cried out. “I’m so sorry… I just… I just wish…”

“I know, honey, I know,” Tony said, moving to pull you into his chest. You melted into him, crying. He placed a kiss on your head. “I’ve got you… I’ve got you.”

“Don’t leave me, Dad.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve came over and grabbed one of your hands, gently kissing it. You gave his hand a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Pa,” you croaked.

“It’s okay,” Steve replied with a tiny smile. “No need to apologize. Just please don’t say that you would have rather died again. I don’t think I could take it if you did.”

“If I died or said it again?”

“Both.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Will you guys… uh, will you guys help me with my exercises?”

“Of course, honey,” Tony replied. “But maybe Steve should do the other leg, because I think I wore myself out.”

Steve stood. “I’ll exercise that leg better than you could, Stark,” he commented.

“Oh, you’re on, Rogers.” Tony swiftly stood up.

“Great,” you muttered. “Now this is going to be a thing.”

~~~

Now that you were accepting help, things were beginning to look up again. Not that things weren’t hard, but they were better and you could handle it all better. The Team had decided to celebrate, but wouldn’t tell you how. Wheeling your wheelchair into the common area, you found it pitch black.

“FRIDAY,” you called out to the AI, “can I get some lights?”

“Of course,” the AI responded.

The lights came on and suddenly you were being pelted with water from squirt guns. The Team came out of their hiding spots, laughing, as they continued to fire at you.

“Guys!” You squealed, trying to shield yourself. “Guys! St-stop!”

“Never!” Sam exclaimed as he made his way closer to you.

“Here,” Peter said, lowering himself from the ceiling. “Take this.” He offered you a large gun. “Save yourself.”

You laughed as you began to fight back. Suddenly, you were pulled backwards by both Steve and Tony, who were trying to use you and the chair as protection.

“They’ve turned against us!” Tony exclaimed.

“Help us, Y/N!” Steve added.

You couldn’t stop laughing as you, Tony and Steve worked together to try and defeat the others. The Team couldn’t stop smiling as they watched you act so happy. It was so refreshing. After the common room was all but turned into a pool, the Team decided to change and then meet down in the movie room to relax for the night. When Y/N had arrived down there, Tony and Steve had saved a place between them.

“Can I help you onto the couch?” Steve asked.

You responded with a nod and let Steve pick you up, wrapping your arms around his neck. He carefully guided you through the maze of lodging teammates to the spot him and Tony had chosen on the couch.

“Thanks Pa,” you said as he set you down. You pulled your legs up close to you.

“Not a problem,” he smiled, sitting down beside you.

Tony spread a blanket over you guys. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Of course,” Tony responded, leaving a little kiss on your forehead.

You curled up against Tony as Steve moved your legs to rest over his lap, allowing him to massage them. FRIDAY quickly turned on your favorite movie. You glanced around, taking in everyone around you, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Though your life was going to continue to have its challenges, you were glad you had found this family.

Part 2

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 22}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby’s blogs! >> @snelbz

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Cassian was happier than he ever thought he’d be.

Over the past few weeks, he, Nesta, and Nyx had really become their own little family. It seemed that after all the heartache, after all the awkwardness, everything was falling into place.

Since that night they had slept together, again, Cassian had spent every night with Nesta in her bed, and awoken to her face every morning.

Cassian had been training his replacement at the bar, and the opening of his bar in Nesta’s restaurant was quickly approaching.

Perfect.

Everything was going perfectly.

It was a Saturday and both he and Nesta had off, which meant they got the rarity of spending the entire day together, just the three of them.

And it was Halloween.

There was a little Halloween carnival going on downtown, just outside of the Rainbow along the Sidra.

And although Cassian was happier than he ever thought he’d be, he did feel completely and utterly ridiculous as he looked in the mirror and saw his reflection, dressed in the Halloween costume that Nesta had bought for him.

It could have been worse, he decided, donning the floppy hat it had come with. He didn’t have paint all over his face and he wasn’t dressed as a dog, like Rhys had been the year prior. Just a smidge of eyeliner Nesta had coerced him into letting her put on him. And he may only have one hand, thanks to the “hook” he had to wear, but at least he had a bad ass looking sword.

Even if it was plastic.

Nesta appeared in the doorway, wearing a green dress and matching slippers, complete with white balls of fluff adorning the toes. “You about ready to go, Captain Hook?”

He slowly turned to look at her. “Is it the hair? Hmm? Are you one of those girls where long hair automatically means pirate?”

Nesta raised a brow as she crossed her arms. “Are you complaining?”

Cassian blinked. “These leather pants are so tight that I don’t think my balls are going to survive the day.”

Nesta’s grin was feral. “I promise to make it up to the boys once we’re back home.”

Cassian’s eyes narrowed. “Tease.”

“Not a tease,” she crooned. “A promise.”

She gave him a wink before leaving the room and walking down the hall. After a curse about how turned on he now was, Cassian followed.

At the bottom of the stairs in the living room, Nyx was standing up in his little Peter Pan costume. Cassian laughed, quietly. “You put the poor kid in tights.”

“He looks adorable!” Nesta hollered, from where she had disappeared in the kitchen.

Nyx looked at Cassian for a moment, slightly confused, but then recognition lit his eyes and he giggled, reaching up for his uncle. The second Cassian picked him up, Nyx was playing with his floppy hat.

“Pretty damn cute, alright,” Cassian said, chuckling. “Ready, Nes? Bands start playing soon. A couple of local bands I know will be playing, I think you’ll like them.”

Nesta swept out of the kitchen with a tiny cooler bag full of water, juice, and snacks. “Then let’s get going.”

After a short ride and a short walk, they entered the carnival and spotted Elain, Azriel, and Seph sitting in the grass, listening to the music. Azriel was dressed as Tigger, Elain was Pooh, and Seph was the cutest Piglet they had ever seen.

Cassian plopped down by Azriel and chuckled. “And I thought my costume was bad.”

Azriel looked over at him. “Shut up, Captain Jack.”

Cassian gasped indignantly. “I’m Captain Hook, you heathen.” He held up his left hand and shook the cheap, plastic hook in his face. “Get your pirates straight.”

The cousins were instantly squealing at each other, Seph having recently started crawling and Nesta couldn’t help but smile down at them as she sat next to Cassian. He slung an arm around her and pulled her into him, kissing the top of her head.

Nesta looked at Elain and caught her small smile, even though she tried to turn away before her older sister caught her. “What?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Elain shook her head, but that smile was still on her face. “Nothing.”

“Tell me,” Nesta said, leaning forward to see her around Cassian and Azriel.

“It’s just…” Elain blinked and Nesta could’ve sworn she saw tears shimmering in her sister’s eyes. “It’s just nice to see you happy.”

Nesta stilled for a moment. Was she happy? She supposed she was. It had all happened so quickly that Nesta hadn’t hardly realized.

She was happy.

Judging from his laughter with Azriel, and the way his fingers brushed along her skin, Nesta assumed that Cassian was happy, too.

“It’s a good thing, you know,” Elain whispered, when Nesta said nothing. “A very good thing.”

Nesta remained quiet, but she leaned into Cassian’s side with a little smile of her own.

The music began to play, and Nyx was having the time of his little life. He stood and danced, having no idea what was going on, but loving every second of it.

There were small tents set up around the carnival, passing out candy and other little toys and treats for the kids. Helion was there, at a tent sponsored by Nesta’s restaurant, handing out cookies and brownies she’d spent the past few days baking. Nesta had always loved Halloween, and having Nyx to enjoy it with made her love it all the more. They walked around while the bands continued to play, Nyx’s little bucket filling up with more candy and treats than the little boy could ever eat. Cassian ensured Nesta that it would not go to waste, but she just rolled her eyes.

“You know, I’ve always been a fan of Tinker Bell,” Cassian said, while they were eating candy apples.

Nesta looked at him, brow raised. “Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for Hook.”

Cassian chuckled, looking at Nyx while he nibbled on some goldfish that Nesta had packed in the cooler bag. “And what about Cassian?” Cassian asked. “Are you a fan of him?”

Nesta laughed, softly. “Are you asking me if I like you, Nazari?”

Cassian’s eyes lit with amusement. “I care about you, Nesta. That’s what I’m saying.”

The words she longed to say got stuck in her throat. The truth she’d wanted to tell him since his birthday over a month ago, when they’d finally succumbed to their desire for each other. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t, not here, not right now, with strangers around them. Elain and Azriel weren’t far, but…

Something about those words. She wanted it just to be the two of them.

So Nesta chose to smirk instead, reaching over and rubbing caramel off his cheek. “You aren’t half bad, I guess.”

He sighed, dramatically, looking up into the sky. “I knew it, you’re only in it for the sex.”

“Cassian!” She blushed furiously, hoping no one had overheard him.

Grinning, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Nyx threw a goldfish at them, hitting Cassian in the side of the face.

Nesta couldn’t stop her laughter as she pulled back.

Even after a month, Nyx didn’t like Cassian kissing her. The fit he threw the first time he’d seen them kiss on the couch while he was playing with his toys on the floor and they watched a movie would go down in history as the worst meltdown the two of them had seen.

Nesta thought his continued, but lessening, tantrums were hilarious. Cassian could only roll his eyes.

“Was that necessary?” Cassian asked.

“Da,” Nyx said, popping a goldfish into his mouth. It was the closest thing he’d come to yes thus far.

“He used to like me, you know,” Cassian said, looking at Nesta, “before the two of us were together.”

Nesta shrugged. “He’s protective, what can I say?”

“You can say, to him, that you like it when I kiss you,” Cassian replied.

Nesta laughed as Nyx threw another goldfish at Cassian. “He’s smart, Cass. He may be a baby, but he knows you’re talking smack over here.”

“I would never talk smack about a baby,” Cassian said, taking a bite of his caramel apple. “Even if it’s true.”

It wasn’t too much later that Nyx was falling asleep, his little, green cap long forgotten and tucked into the pocket of Cassian’s obnoxious coat. He gently rubbed Nyx’s back as he slept on the blanket they’d laid out on the lush grass. Footsteps and a groan alerted him to Azriel’s presence as he sat down next to Cassian. Seph, in a carrier strapped to his chest, had been asleep for nearly an hour already. Cassian couldn’t help but smile at his brother and niece.

“So you two are actually making this work, huh,” Azriel said, smiling down at Nyx.

Cassian’s laughter sounded as if even he had a hard time believing it. “I guess so. It’s just…so easy with her.”

“I get it. I completely get it,” Azriel said, looking at something over Cassian’s shoulder, and from the way his eyes softened, he knew his brother’s gaze had found Elain.

“I think she feels the same way,” Cassian said. “She’s hard to read, though. Easier than she used to be - thank the Mother - but sometimes… I just want to grab her by the shoulders and ask her what the hell is on her mind.”

Azriel snorted. “Nesta is…”

When he didn’t complete his sentence, Cassian raised an amused brow.

“An interesting woman,” Azriel finished, at last.

Cassian laughed, quietly. “Yeah, she is. But, that’s what I like about her. She’s not a surface-level person, you know? She’s like an onion.”

Azriel blinked. “An onion?”

Cassian nodded. “A lot of layers.”

Azriel laughed, quietly. “I would keep that one to yourself. Not sure how Nesta would feel about being called a vegetable that makes you cry.”

Cassian chuckled, and shrugged. “I think it sounds nice.”

Azriel grinned and looked down at Seph. “Do you see it working out long term, then?”

“You make it sound like a legal document,” Cassian replied, snorting.

Azriel shook his head. “Fine. I’ll ask it simpler, then. Do you love her?”

He hesitated. “It’s only been a month.”

“And?” Azriel asked. “You’ve lived together for half a year. You've known her for over five years.”

Cassian was quiet. He contemplated Azriel’s question, watching the gentle rise and fall of Nyx’s breathing. “I don’t know.”

“You still think Rhys and Feyre didn’t know what they were doing when they set you up all those years ago?”

Looking up at Azriel, Cassian wasn’t expecting to find him smiling softly. “I still think they were bat shit insane,” he chuckled. “But… No. I get it now. They… They just wanted to give us the chance to be as happy as they were.”

“And are you?” Azriel asked, curiosity on his face.

Cassian looked around, finding Nesta laughing with Elain and Mor and Emerie and Gwyn. The smile as he watched her wasn’t faked. “Yeah. I am.”

Azriel’s smile was as genuine as his own. “Then I think you know.”

It had been a good day, and an even better night.

Nyx fell asleep in his carseat on the way home, and Nesta had gotten him out of his costume and into a fresh diaper and pajamas without him hardly stirring. After that, when Nesta meandered into her bedroom, she found a half-dressed pirate with a mischievous glint in his eye. He had made a show of taking Nesta’s costume off with his hook, which had her unable to stop the wide smile, the giggling, that escaped her control.

It was all sweet, adorable play until his lips found her skin, and then Nesta’s giddiness faded away as complete euphoria took control of her body.

They laid together as Halloween faded away and November 1st approached. Nesta’s fingers danced over his bare chest.

“Today was a fun day,” she said, quietly, as she watched her fingers move along his tattoos.

“It was,” he murmured, already half asleep, his arm wrapped around her, tucking her into his side. He had spent most of his day chasing down Nyx, while Nesta had watched, a smile on her face, as Elain took picture after picture. She’d promised to email the best ones to Nesta as soon as she’d edited them.

She could tell Cassian was exhausted as she looked up into his handsome face, the eyeliner still smudged under his eyes. Sensing her gaze on him, he cracked an eye open and looked at her. “What?”

She shook her head, laying it back down on his chest. “You still have make-up on,” she chuckled.

“What?” He asked. “You don’t think I look pretty?”

Snorting, she nestled into his warm body, settling as his calloused fingers scraped over bare waist. She felt his lips press against the top of her head and in that moment, she realized that this was how it was supposed to be. Nothing had ever felt as…right as this did. As being with him did.

“Cass?”

He grunted in answer, and Nesta realized he was just about asleep.

She decided not to reveal the bit of truth she’d been about to, not when he very well might not remember it the next day.

Instead, she settled her head back on his chest, and said, “I had fun today.”

He mumbled something that sounded like me too, but within seconds, his breath had evened out, and he was asleep.

She wouldn’t reveal that bit of herself, not tonight. But tomorrow…

Tomorrow, she would tell him.

And she prayed he felt the same way.

It was hardly after eight when Nesta woke up and found Cassian beside her, in bed, with a sleeping Nyx on his chest. He was scrolling through his phone, his back propped up against the headboard, his sweatpants nearly blending into the navy blue comforter.

Nesta blinked a few times before she yawned and said, “Good morning.”

Cassian’s eyes darted away from his phone, to her. He smiled. “Good morning. Little man woke up about an hour ago. Fell asleep again five minutes ago or so. Apparently he got worn out yesterday.”

Nesta chuckled. “I’d say so.”

“I was going to put him in his crib but he seems comfortable,” Cassian said. “I can, though, if you want me to make breakfast.”

Nesta shook her head as she propped herself up on her elbows. “That’s okay. I can make breakfast. I was in a french toast type of mood.”

“Sounds good,” Cassian crooned, and Nesta reached up to kiss him, softly, before dragging herself out of bed. After slipping on some cozy shorts and one of Cassian’s oversized t-shirts, she was headed downstairs.

Sunday mornings were her favorite, nowhere for either of them to be. Just time together and time with Nyx. She was humming quietly to herself after she’d made a pot of coffee, pulling what she needed to make French toast and bacon out of the fridge when there was a sudden knock on the front door.

Nesta froze, listening to ensure she had in fact heard—

Another knock, just as insistent as the first.

“Was that the door?” Cassian was carrying Nyx downstairs, the baby’s pacifier barely staying in his mouth as he sleepily leaned his head on his uncle’s bare shoulder.

“Yeah,” she replied, eyebrows furrowing as she reached the door and opened it.

Nesta froze as she found Alis Birch on the other side.

“Ms. Archeron, good morning,” she said, eyeing her choice of attire.

“Ms. Birch, good morning. What a surprise,” she said, trying not to panic.

“I hope it’s a good time,” she said, looking past Nesta to see what chaos she could find. “This is the last of my surprise visits.”

“I see,” Nesta said, then cleared her throat as she stepped aside. “Come in, please.”

Alis did not need to be told twice. She swept past Nesta and into the foyer, where Cassian caught sight of her. He stopped as their eyes met, and he hesitated.

“Ms. Birch,” he said, as if it were a pleasant surprise. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too,” she said, looking at Nyx. “Big Halloween, was it?”

“Fun Halloween,” Cassian corrected. “We were at the carnival downtown for most of the day. He had a blast.”

Alis nodded, but said no more.

“Have a seat,” Nesta said, gesturing to the living room furniture. “Please.”

Alis sat in a chair while Cassian carefully and slowly sat back on the couch, Nesta sitting beside him.

Before anyone could say anything else, Alis said, “The two of you have become intimate.”

Nesta swallowed roughly while Cassian could only blink. After a moment, she collected herself. “I—We…”

“It’s fairly recent,” Cassian admitted, taking over when it was clear Nesta was floundering.

She wanted to demand how she could tell, but she was very clearly wearing his shirt while he wore nothing at all, aside from his sweats. They were cooking breakfast while the baby dozed. It was all so…domestic.

Alis would have been blind not to notice it.

She hummed once before opening her notebook and scribbling a few notes down. “The two of you have come a long way in a few months then, since you were barely even friends the last time I was here.” She threw Nesta’s own half-drunk words into their faces.

“Things have changed,” she breathed, yearning to reach over and take Cassian’s hand, but not wanting to look weak in front of the woman.

The woman who controlled whether or not they’d be keeping Nyx.

“So, this is not a fling, then?” Alis asked.

Cassian opened his mouth, but it was Nesta who politely said, “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure how our romantic life is an appropriate topic-.”

“Oh, it is most appropriate,” Alis assured them both. “If this is nothing but a fling, it could create a lot of drama in the home, which could in turn affect Nyx’s well being. However, if this is love, something that will become steadier day by day, then I could not be more overjoyed.”

You don’t sound overjoyed, Nesta wanted to say, but didn’t.

“We are aware that everything we do affects Nyx,” Cassian said, not unkindly. “We thought it through before we decided to get together.”

Nesta almost wanted to laugh. Thought it through? They hooked up twice, and the second time it stuck. She wasn’t sure that was exactly thinking it through. In fact, there hadn’t been much thinking at all.

It just kind of...happened.

Nyx had indeed lost his pacifier at some point and patted Cassian on the cheek.

“Babababa,” he chanted, which the two of them had learned meant he wanted his bottle and Cassian stood.

“Excuse me, I’ll be back,” he said, carrying Nyx into the kitchen.

Alis held Nesta’s stare, eventually asking, “Does Nyx have a support system, outside of the home?”

She blinked. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

Alis set down her pen and looked at Nesta as if she were the child in this situation. “Let’s say things don’t last. Let’s say whatever is between you and Mr. Nazari isn’t a love match and it falls apart. Aside from the two of you, does Nyx have other people who could step in to take care of him?”

“I don’t see why he would need it,” she replied, her voice cold. “Even if things don’t work out, Cassian and I will still take care of him. Nyx is our responsibility now. We love him.”

“And will you do that from one home?”

“We… I…” Nesta shook her head. “Ma’am, with all due respect, we haven’t even had time to figure out what exactly this is between us.”

Alis scooped up her bag and tucked her notebook against her chest as she stood. “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. And I’d like the two of you to have that figured out before my next visit. I’ll reach out a few days before, so you can expect me. But I’d like this…” She gestured around her, “situation to be more straightforward before I return.”

She turned and headed for the door.

When Cassian came back, Alis was gone. He blinked, Nyx now awake, downing his milk. “Where’d she go?”

“She left,” Nesta said, quietly. “She’ll let us know when she’s coming next time.”

Cassian’s brows furrowed as he sat next to Nesta on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

Nesta hesitated, then said, “I think she thinks that us getting together is a mistake.”

Cassian looked at Nesta for a moment, then snorted. “She also thought that us living together, unromantically, and raising Nyx was a mistake.”

Nesta said nothing as she watched her hands, quietly.

Cassian’s smile faded away. “What? You don’t think us getting together is a mistake, right?”

“No, of course not,” Nesta said, but it lacked passion.

Cassian watched her. “Nesta.”

“She brings up some good points, Cass,” Nesta breathed.

Cassian’s jaw ticked. “What does that mean?”

Nesta closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Well, what if we don’t work out? What will happen? We should at least have a plan.”

“You don’t think we’re going to work out?” Cassian asked.

“I don’t even know what we are, Cassian,” she breathed, opening her eyes, but continued staring at her hands. “Am I your girlfriend? Are we exclusive? Is this just what’s convenient for us both?”

Cassian was staring at her, unable to think of anything to say, barely able to understand what had happened in the past thirty minutes since he’d gotten out of bed. “This sure as hell isn’t just about convenience, not for me. But if it is for you, I guess I’d like to know now.”

She still didn’t look at him. “I don’t know, Cass.”

He had no idea what to say, no idea what to do. He shook his head. “I’m going to take Nyx on my jog with me. When we get back, you let me know if this is still convenient for you.”

His voice was colder than she’d heard it in months, barely recognized it as he silently made his way up the stairs. She didn’t move, could hardly think as she heard him get changed and then dress Nyx as well.

Her face fell into her hands.

This isn’t how she wanted the morning to go.

As she laid in bed with him the night before, listening to the steady beating of his heart after he fell asleep, she had a long list of things she wanted to say to him today, had a long list of emotions she wanted him to feel.

Pissed wasn’t one of them.

Unsure wasn’t one of them.

Nothing was going as planned.

It wasn’t until Cassian was carrying a babbling Nyx back down the stairs that Nesta looked up. Cassian wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Cass-,” she began, but he strode through the living room and out the door, the door closing just a little too hard behind him.

No, this wasn’t how she wanted the day to go.

She didn’t get to tell Nyx goodbye.

She didn’t get to tell Cassian goodbye, or any of the other things she had planned.

But maybe it was for the best. Maybe things would continue to fall into place, just not the place that she had planned.

Nesta sat back on the couch, her face falling back into her hands.

As the first tear fell, she wondered if this was a part of Feyre’s plan.

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drakenology · 3 years

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My Other Half. - Bokuto Kōtarō

warnings: smut, soft, passionate love making, fluff, angst?, best friends to lovers, maaaybe overstim?, praise, fem!reader, cunnilingus (a fancy word for pussy eating). just bokuto going all out to make you feel good.

Summary: Two childhood friends reunite after years of being separated to find old memories and new feelings of love.

Author’s Note: this is my first ever like fluffy piece. all my other work I feel has just been raunchy and I wanted to show yall my soft side. enjoy! <3

Bokuto Kotoro. A name you knew well. A name you knew since you were both kids playing in dirt together, running around and screaming without a care in the world. Two peas in a pod; like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. It was a sad day when he moved away. Your only friend packed up and left for Tokyo, tears in his eyes as he sat in the backseat of his parents’ car. He waved goodbye through the glass window as the car drove away, a trail of his tears seeming to follow the car as it went. That was the last time you saw him.

When you turned twenty one, your birthday present was a small house in Japan. Some place rural and quiet to do your writing, a small creek flowing in your back yard. You packed up and left home, kissing your mother and father goodbye as you walked out the door. Maybe you’ll run into Bokuto? Hell, he probably won’t even recognize you. It’s been years after all.

You still hoped some how some way fate would bring you together again. You missed him like crazy. His laugh, his stupid jokes. That sparkle in his eyes when he saw you at school. The bear hugs he used to give when you scraped your knee playing with him at the park. It was crazy to assume he’d be waiting for you in Tokyo as if you were the only girl he’d ever meet or care to talk to.

He’s grown now, just about a year older than you. He could have a significant other by now. Your heart ached at the thought. Even though it was selfish to call dibs on a childhood crush who hasn’t seen you in over 10 years, you still hoped; prayed that he was waiting for you or at least remembered you.

When you arrive in your new home and settle in you decide to take the town. Surely you can make some friends, maybe even meet a guy while you’re out? You don’t bother to get all gussied up, walking outside your front door and walking to the nearest bar you can drink your inhibitions away in. The bar you found was small and smelled a bit like sweaty athletes and sake.

The atmosphere was lively despite the off putting smell, everyone was laughing and chatting aloud. The sounds of glasses clinking in celebration and jovial cheering filled the space. You smile softly at the sight of everyone having a great time and find a spot in a nice booth by the window.

The guys behind you must be where the sweaty smell was coming from, their clammering laughter pounding at your head. You try ignoring it until you hear a different yet familiar voice; boisterous and proud like a boy you once knew.

“Yo, Akaashi! Pass the ketchup man, I’m hungry!” He whined childishly, same as always. You turn around swiftly to see if the face matched the voice. Surely enough there he was sitting there, tall as a tree even when sitting in his seat.

God he got so handsome, his face definitely grew into his looks. Bokuto wasn’t a little boy anymore for sure. You stammer, looking between Bokuto and his messy haired friend sitting next to him and a few others. You go to say something only for your own anxiety to stop you, your heart fluttering in your chest in a new way you haven’t felt before.

Finally Bokuto’s eyes meet yours and you both sit there for a while just staring, as if each of you couldn’t believe you were seeing each other again after all this time in forever. Bokuto’s face crept into a smile; a familiar smile that melted your heart.

“Y/n-chan? Tell me you’re joking! I can’t believe it’s you!” Bokuto shouts over everyone’s conversation, leaping from his seat and running towards your booth. You’re still stuck there turned around looking like an owl gawking at the table behind you to realize what’s going on.

Bokuto practically lifts you from your seat and wraps you in one of his famous bear hugs, the ones that made you cry into his chest. As tradition called, you start sobbing into his shirt. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him in tight almost to tell him not to let you go ever again.

“Hey hey hey.. why are you crying? Shit you’re gonna make me cry. Stop it.” Bokuto says into your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into your back with his big hand.

“I-I’m sorry I just.. it’s been so long.” You admit, sniffling as he pulled away to wipe your face. You can’t help but get emotional at the sight of him.

“Geez, Y/N if you missed me just say that.” Bokuto teased, erupting into furious laughter at your flustered face.

“Oh shut up Bokuto!” You squeak, punching him in his side like the old days. Your usual banter made you two look at each other and laugh as if you two were the only ones in the bar, his friends staring at the the two of you as if you were insane.

“Uh Bokuto.. who is this woman?” The messy haired friend asked, looking about the most confused out of everyone.

“Huh? Oh! Sorry guys. This is Y/N Y/L/N. Other than Akaashi, she’s one my closest friends. Our moms were close so we were raised kinda like siblings.” Bokuto explained, nudging you to say hello.

You wave and introduce yourself, the everyone ooing and ahhing at you. Not to toot your horn but you were gorgeous. Even Bokuto couldn’t take his eyes off you.

He was thinking of how well you grew up, so stunning and so you. Bokuto remembers the little scar you had just above your eyebrow from tripping over and rock and smiles when he sees it, almost wanting to reach out and poke it like when he did when he was 10. He wonders if you remember that day.

You were playing pretend by the trees in the park, you were good and he was evil. You were chasing him and you tripped and fell, causing the evil doer act to shed away to make sure you were alright. You both made up a crazy story about your scar to your mother; which she never believed. Good times.

The rest of the night was spent catching up and talking like he wasn’t even with others originally. Everyone else eventually had gone home, Akaashi the last to go. He waved goodbye to you and Bokuto and drove home, you and Bokuto still sitting at the bar basking in each other’s company.

“Wow! So your parents got you a place here so you can work? Nice. And you live nearby too. So I can come and visit you and- sorry I’m rambling.” Bokuto says sheepishly, running his hands along the nape of his neck. You giggle, taking a sip of your drink.

“No no, you’re fine Bokuto. Of course you can visit. My house is your house.” You smile, Bokuto’s cheeks heating up as he blushed. You check the time and notice it was far too late and stand from your seat.

“It’s late, Kō, we should call it a night.” You say, grabbing your things. Bokuto smiles and stands up with a stretch of his limbs; relishing in his old nickname.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

You two talk and talk all the way home, years of catching up to do feeling long over due. When you get to your home you almost feel sad that you’re about to depart from each other. It felt like you weren’t going to see him again. Bokuto pulls you into a hug, spinning you around a little. He laughs when you squeal and yell at him to put you down.

“Hey. I’ll come by tomorrow night so we can watch movies.” He declares, standing you on your feet.

“Hah. How do you know I won’t have plans, hm?” You teased, poking Bokuto’s forehead. It was a lot easier when you were younger since he was shorter than you back then. Boy sprouted like a palm tree.

“You just moved here. Besides. You know I’m your favorite.” Bokuto smirks, taking your hand and spinning you. You giggle and punch his shoulder lightly.

“As if, Kō. See ya tomorrow.”

A month goes by swiftly. Bokuto had been over to your house more often than you thought he’d be. You loved the time you spent together just goofing off and being big kids.

Your schedules worked perfectly together, his volleyball is usually done by the evening and your work is over just after him. Bokuto would pick you up from work with fast food waiting in the car for you both to eat together. Today was no different, the smell of fries greeting your hungry nose as you climb inside his car.

“Yo! How was your day, nerd?” Bokuto asks, fisting his fries into his mouth as you dig for yours.

“It was okay. I’m starving though.” You say, stuffing your face with your food.

You both sit in the car and eat for a while, Bokuto’s phone breaking your shared silence. You look down at where it rested in the cup holder and read the caller id. It was a girl. Bokuto answers the phone, sounding as if he didn’t want her to call him right at this moment.

“I’ll call you back. Bye.” He said, hanging up his phone and sitting it back in the cup holder. You couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, your heart sinking as your head makes up several sceanarios about who she was, what she meant to him.

You eat in silence, answering Bokuto’s yammering with no ambition. Bokuto’s so dumb he doesn’t even notice the difference in attitude as the call wasn’t as scandalous as you seemed. It was just some girl who was trying to get with Akaashi but was too afraid to say anything herself so she had asked Bokuto to set them up.

“My place or yours today?” He asked, sing songy and happy.

“Mine.” You say monotonously. Bokuto looks over at you and sees you’re not even facing him, your face stuck to the window as he drove off.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I smell?” Bokuto said, playfully smelling his armpits. You shake your head and insist it’s nothing and that you’ll get over it. But it wasn’t nothing, and you were pretty certain you weren’t going to get over it. Was that his girlfriend? Some random hook up looking for another round? It made you sick to your stomach thinking about it. You got out of the car when Bokuto parked, walking to your front door to unlock it as Bokuto followed behind you.

“I pick the movie out this time. I’ll be damned if you pick another chick flick out.” Bokuto says plopping on your couch and turning on the tv, making himself at home.

You sigh and walk into your room to change into something more comfortable, rolling your eyes as you hear Kōtarō yell about the movie starting. You walk out in shorts and a tank top since it was pretty hot inside and sit next to him, folding your arms.

Bokuto’s eating his snacks and talking through the whole movie since he’s seen it before. He always picks a movie he’s seen before so he can tell you the whole plot, forgetting that you could just watch the movie for that. You half laugh and sigh at all his mannerisms, your guard completely blocking him out from getting any closer to you.

“Is something wrong, Y/N? Seriously you’re being a little stand offish.” Bokuto says, a serious tone taking place. You scoffed, rolling your eyes to hide that you’re obviously upset by something.

“Nothing.” You snide.

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me. Somethin’s wrong. Don’t make me start guessing.” Bokuto says. You sigh.

“It’s so stupid.” You admit.

“How you feel isn’t stupid. Tell me what’s up.” He persisted, pausing the movie.

“I just- well.. I-How do I say this? I’m.. jealous?” You finally admit. Bokuto raises an eyebrow.

“Jealous? About what?”

“Well. I saw a girl call you and I-I just assumed it was your girlfriend so..”

“Wait what? I don’t have a girlfriend. And besides why would you care?” Bokuto further questions, his face nearing yours with a perplexed look on his face. You flush, turning your face away from his.

“I-I don’t know I just-“

“You’re in love with me, aren’t you Y/N?” Bokuto smirks, turning your head to face him with your chin. You blink up at him, embarrassed and flustered.

“I-um-I...” You stutter. You loved the idiot sitting next to you with all your heart. But to say it was a different story.

“Because I love you too. So say it back.” Bokuto declares. You freeze for a moment, almost unsure you heard what you just heard.

“R-Really?”

“I love you, Y/N. The moment I saw you again felt like...fate. It was like everything made sense again. I never realized how much tou meant to me until I left that day. You’re my other half.” He says to you so sweetly, his words stirring up emotions inside you that were aching to be let out. Your eyes sting as you choke back tears, clutching onto Bokuto’s hands.

“Kōtarō... I-I love you too. All those years felt so empty without you. And God I just wanted to kiss you that day at the bar and I-“

Bokuto stops you midsentence to pull his face into yours and kiss you hard, your heads bumping into each other a bit from the sudden movement. Passion flowed through the kiss, your mouths exploring each others for the very first time. You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck as you go to straddle him.

Bokuto welcomes you onto his lap with ready hands, palms feeling every curve and divot of your body. Your need for each other grew with each kiss, mindlessly grinding against each other to feel closer. Every touch of his big hands made you feel alive, setting your body on fire. Bokuto starts to whine softly, his pants growing a tad bit tight at all the raw kissing. He pulled away, lips swollen and breathing uneven.

“I want you so badly. Can I-“ Bokuto goes to ask for consent, his nervousness making him struggle to find the words he’s looking for.

You shut him up with another kiss, already knowing what he wants to say as he lifts you up and carries you away. Starting in the kitchen he sits you on the counter as he takes off your top, your bare breasts popping out when the garment flies over your head and onto the floor. He’s never seen such gorgeous breasts before, he swore. Seeing you this way only made him long for you more, standing there dumb founded at the sight of your chest.

“W-Wow.” Bokuto gasps, taking both your breasts into his hands and oogling at them with love in his eyes. “So perfect.”

He takes one into his warm mouth, your body arching at the feeling and letting out a small whine. Music to his ears.

“Kō..” you sigh, closing your eyes as he suckled on your nipples.

His tongue slid over each hardened bud and looked up at you, studying your body language to learn it well. Without a word he slides off your shorts and pick you up again, hoisting you away to your bedroom after asking where it is.

Frantic kisses and breathless moans trail down the hall with a reach of the doorknob. You’re laid carefully onto the bed, Bokuto crawling on top of you without daring to pull his lips from yours just yet.

He could kiss you for hours. He could die right now and be completely content all because of this moment. Bokuto takes his hands and slides them down to the waist band of your panties, tugging them down to reveal your dripping core.

Bokuto teased his fingers along your slick folds, savoring the feeling of your wetness on his skin.

You let out the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard, urging him to draw more music from your lips. He crawls downwards towards your pussy, laying on his stomach and pulling your hips forward.

You gasp at the sudden feeling of his tongue parting your folds, mewling as you arch your back. His tongue worked its magic on you, sliding up to your clit to pay special attention to it. Breathless calls of his name fill the air, your hands grabbing fist fulls of the sheets as he fucked you with his tongue.

Your eyes roll back with every swipe of his tongue, relishing in the toe curling pleasure he gave you. That familiar knot started forming in the pit of your stomach, your moans increasing in volume as you near your orgasm. Bokuto must have sensed this and wrapped his plush lips around your throbbing clit, prodding his fingers at your weeping hole to fill you.

“Kō! I-I’m gonna cum!” You whine, your hands finding home in his hair and tugging lightly. Bokuto responded with a groan against your clit and a hook in his fingers, causing you to boil over without hesitation. Your thighs shake around his head, one hand covering your mouth to spare your neighbors the noise. Bokuto comes back up to kiss you, your slick coating his lips and chin. You taste your sweetness and kiss him with tongue, both of you sighing into each other.

“Wanna... be inside you.” Bokuto says breathlessly into the kiss, his dick aching to be let out of his pants.

You pull away and unbutton his jeans, Bokuto kicking them off onto the floor and pulling down his boxers. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of his dick, its sheer size enough to make you salivate. The way it swung a little when he took off his boxers, the prominent veins running along the shaft, its head blushing and leaking with precum. Bokuto had a gorgeous dick. You almost wanted to put it in your mouth but the heat of the moment called for a different hole to be filled.

Bokuto prods himself at your entrance and slowly slides inside you, inhaling sharply at the contact. You gasp at the dull stretch, feeling so full as you mewl uncontrollably. His hips roll slowly, thrusting deep inside your gummy walls as he rested his forehead onto yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, nails digging into the skin of his back as he picked up the pace.

“You feel so good, baby.” He spoke, kissing you gently to soothe you. You can feel him so deeply it almost brought a tear to your eye, his plunging movements sending your mind into a stupor.

He mummbled sweet praise against your neck, kissing the soft skin as he took you. A part of him wanted to go harder; really ruin that sweet face of yours and turn you into a lewd mess, but you mean more than that to him. This moment is nothing but pure love between two people who have known each other all their lives. You shriek as his hips start slamming into yours, back arching off the bed as your nipples pebbled against his chest.

“I-I love you, Bokuto.” You whine. Your eyes flash white, your vision becoming foggy as the mind boggling pleasure ripples through your body. You chant his name like a mantra, Bokuto mumbling how much he loves you as his hips do more of the talking. You feel him throb inside you, it becoming obvious he’s holding back so you can cum first. He’s rubbing circles into your clit as he pins your legs above your head. It all became so much so fast, your mewls spewing from your lips no longer caring who hears what.

“Let go for me, baby. C’mon..” He hums, nibbling on your neck. You scream, your tight cunny clenching down on his length as you cum for a second time that night. Bokuto rides out your orgasm, watching your body shake and shiver at the feeling of him sliding in and out of your weeping hole.

Bokuto doesn’t have time to think of where to cum, your walks sucking him in so well he loses all sense of control. He cums hot inside you, your pussy milking him for everything he had as he pants into your neck. You both stay in position for a while, looking at each other with love sick eyes. Bokuto rests himself on top of you, still nuzzled inside you as his cum leaks onto the sheets. You’re both out of breath, sitting in the high you both came to as you rub lazy circles into his back.

Nothing but pure love circulated the air as you rest together in bed, naked and vulnerable. You don’t say anything but soft I love yous to each other, gentle kisses on each others lips as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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elizabeethan · 3 years

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Watch the Sunlight Fade: 13 / 17

Emma Swan finds out that her boyfriend has been hiding something from her: he’s in a gang and trying to get out. Reluctantly, she decides to support him, sticking it out with him until they have enough money to flee to Florida. All she has to do is wait and ignore that feeling in her gut that something is seriously wrong. With the help of a kind and handsome stranger, she just might make it out alive.

Or, alternate summary: I’m horrible at summaries, please just read it.

Something of a cross between a What Still Remains AU and a Sons of Anarchy AU.

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The destruction in the apartment is clear the moment she walks in, feeling Killian’s watchful eye leave her as she shuts the door. There’s broken glasses and plates on the floor, Neal having cleared off the counter in what she assumes is his anger. She can’t think of another reason for him to be so destructive, picture frames smashed in the living room and fluffy pillow feathers flying through the air, but she certainly allows her mind to wander.

What if he knows? They’ve been careful, but what if someone besides Rufio had seen them?

“Neal?” She asks tentatively, clutching the strap of her purse tightly.

She hears another crash from his bedroom in response to her voice and cringes. The door opens forcefully, slamming shut behind him as he storms into the living room to meet her.

“Where the fuck were you?” he asks threateningly.

“I was at the store,” she answers, her voice small and weak, although she thinks it unwise to make a show of strength. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” he spits. He fumes in anger again and picks up a vase that she had filled with flowers she bought herself, hurling it at the wall to her right and sending water and glass towards her. “Rufio is fucking dead , that’s what’s wrong!”

She pales immediately, realizing that he must know of their involvement in his death. There’s not much for her to say, unable to defend herself as she and Killian both know that their actions were wrong. She only wonders now if he also knows of the affair they’ve started. “Neal…” she croaks out in terror, unsure how to continue.

But to her surprise, he falls to his knees, his hands catching his head as he lets out a sob. “Who would do this?” he cries, sending her mind racing. “Who would kill my friend?”

She shifts, the sudden realization striking that he isn’t angry at her, he simply finds it appropriate to take his anger out on her. She has to adjust now, unable to hold onto the fear of him discovering her dangerous secret and required to shift into her role as doting girlfriend. She has to keep up appearances, as much as it pains her to do so.

“Babe,” she says softly, “I’m so sorry.”

Once she’s close enough to him, he grabs at her hand, pulling her roughly into his arms and squeezing her too tight. His actions are forceful, but not at all surprising. He holds onto her, sobbing into her hair and making her cringe as he cries for his loss. He says things like, how could someone do this to me, and it makes her realize that he isn’t sad about his friend’s death. He’s sad that someone has hurt him. He thinks this is personal.

While he cries, she looks around the apartment and wants to cry herself. He’s broken so many things, and even though almost none of it was hers, she still feels sadness in the wake of the destruction she sits in. When she looks to the bookshelf frightfully, she realizes she doesn’t see the one and only object that she covets as hers and lets a tear escape.

He’s angry. But he didn’t have to take his anger out on the one thing that he knows means something to her.

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“The Kings of Elsinore will pay for what they’ve done to us,” Peter says commandingly, his fist slamming against the table before him and making Emma startle. Many of the men around the table nod, grunting in agreement, including Killian.

He’s careful not to stare at her too much, although it’s difficult. Aside from his love for her and his disbelief at her beauty, it’s hard not to stare in an attempt to ensure that she’s alright. They haven’t been able to talk since she left this morning, but he doesn’t see any evidence that she’s been harmed. He knows that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been, though.

“The murder of Rufio was a heartless and psychotic act with the intention of hitting us where it hurts. Rufio was heir to one of our club’s founding members, and his death will not go unpunished.”

Killian shudders in his seat, the action making Rob turn to look at him and cock his head. He’s sure Peter means it, and he’s sure Killian’s punishment will be worse than anything he doles out to the Kings if he finds out.

He can’t find out, though. Because if he does, he could find out why it happened, and he can’t risk Emma’s safety like that.

“We’re going to hit back, which is why Miss Swan is here today,” he continues. His words draw Emma’s attention up from her hands as her big eyes stare at Peter. “It has become imperative that you identify something we can use against the Kings. Any help you need, you’ll have. Hook,” he calls, shifting his focus.

“Aye?”

“Continue to assist Miss Swan in her search. Remove the security features if you have to.”

“If it’s alright,” Robin starts, causing Killian’s eyes to grow twice their size, “I’d like to help as well. I believe my tracking skills may be useful in helping Miss Swan decide where to look.”

“Fine,” Peter agrees, waving him off. “As for the rest of you, prepare for a battle. If it’s a fight they want, then a fight they shall have.”

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She drops into the too-firm chair and it squeaks under her weight, a groan escaping her lips as she jimmies the mouse of her computer. He can’t help the small smile that pulls at one corner of his mouth, her dramatic entrance bringing him joy despite the stress they're all under.

No one says anything at first; it’s awkward with Rob being here despite him being one of Killian’s closest friends. Even though he trusts him with his life, he isn’t sure he’s ready to hear the truth of their relationship after how many times he insisted that Killian avoid this.

Once her computer boots up, she straightens and he takes a seat in his usual spot, gesturing to another folding chair across the room in an invitation for Rob to sit. “Want me to remove the securities, love?”

“No, I don’t want you to remove the securities ,” she responds in a mocking tone, mimicking his accent as she rolls her eyes. “I’m not a damn child; I know how to take off parental controls.”

Killian raises his brows, looking at her in surprise, and asks, “then why haven’t you?”

“Because I’m also not an idiot,” she responds, glaring at him before turning back to the aged screen. “I’m not stupid enough to try and go against Peter’s rules.”

He gives her a small smile, one that he can’t seem to give to anyone else, and can't seem to help giving her, and nods. “That’s right,” he agrees softly, his voice just barely above a whisper. He almost forgets his place, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and plant a kiss on her beautiful-- if not thoroughly chewed up-- lips. It’s obvious enough that something’s irritated her, and he wants to get to the bottom of it and console her so that the light comes back into her eyes. He’s greedy like that, he supposes.

“I bloody knew it,” he hears, Rob’s grumbling voice yanking him violently from his thoughts and his desires.

Killian turns quickly, as does Emma, both of them staring at Robin in surprise, as if they forgot about their audience.

“You’re fucking her,” he accuses, nodding and tightening his jaw. “Killian, mate, how many times have we talked about this--”

“Rob,” he starts hurriedly as he stands, his hands held out in a plea. Without words, only his eyes communicating to his friend, he begs for forgiveness and discretion and kindness. “Mate…”

He can’t even look at Emma yet because he knows that the look on her face will break him. He knows that she must be gnawing at her lip, her brows high on her forehead and her eyes desperate and terrified. “I’m not going to say anything,” Rob finally says, his eyes meeting Emma’s rather than Killians, confirming his hunch. “You two have royally fucked up, but your secret’s safe with me.”

He hears her sigh and worries that she could be crying, so he turns to her. He’s met with her dropping her head into her hands in relief, and he hurries to squat in front of her, taking her hands in his. “It’s alright,” he whispers, running his thumbs over her knuckles. Her dim, glassy eyes meet his and she shakes her head.

“We can’t-- he knew after two minutes. We have to go,” she murmurs softly, but he sees something shift in her. She sits up slightly straighter and gazes into his eyes seriously. “Can we trust him?”

“Yes,” he confirms while he squeezes her hands. He knows they can, but he turns back to look at Rob anyway.

“You can trust me, lass,” he vows, understanding as Killian begs him to. “I swear I won’t say a thing, but you’re playing a dangerous game. What’s the plan here?”

“We’re leaving,” Killian answers simply. “As soon as possible. We would have tonight, but Neal came back early.”

“He didn’t come back early, you dolt. They never left.”

He pales, his face falling, and he feels Emma's squeezing his hand. She must be thinking exactly what he is. They had both assumed that Peter and Neal somehow heard about Rufio and had returned, but the fact that they hadn’t even left is somehow more concerning.

“How… how did they find out?”

Rob snorts, shaking his head. “Right, you were too busy to-- hang on. Killian… tell me you didn’t--”

“Rob--”

“You didn’t. ” His face falls pale as well, the look he gives his friend chilling. Killian can feel the disappointment and terror radiating off of his oldest friend easily, and it does nothing to quell his nerves. “Killian, tell me right now that you didn’t kill him.”

“I had to,” he whispers, shaking his head in self hatred. “He attacked her. Said he would-- he said--”

“ Fuck, he caught you, didn’t he?”

“Robin,” Emma interrupts, trying to stop the two of them from going at it and speaking too loudly. They’re bound to tip someone off if they keep this up. “What Killian did… He knows it was wrong, but there wasn’t much of a choice. Rufio attacked me. He was protecting me, and now… I have to protect him. We have to get out of here, because if they find out that Killian shot Rufio, he’ll be worse off than your friend, Liam.”

Rob is quiet for a moment, allowing Killian to absorb her words. She’s right, of course. They’ll deliver him a fate much worse than that of his brother if they find out.

“Too right, love,” Rob agrees finally, nodding and running his hands over his face. “I’ll help you however I can, so long as the two of you take me as well.”

“Of course, brother. I’d hoped to grab Tink and Elsa as well.”

He and Emma hadn’t spoken of his previous dalliances, and he only hopes that his intention to bring Tink along with them doesn’t offend her. It’s not as if he plans on staying with her long, but she deserves to get out just as much as they do.

“Only because of Liam, and Tink is--”

“It’s okay,” she cuts him off with a smile, her hand squeezing his. “Of course we’ll bring them.”

He can hardly take the amount of love he has for her, her unequivocal understanding of every piece of him hard to wrap his mind around. He gives her a genuine smile, and her gaze meets his, giving him the beaming sunlight in her eyes of which he’ll never tire.

~~~~

The service they hold at the Rabbit Hole is only slightly deranged. The message is clear enough: Rufio’s loss of life is seen as a personal attack against the club. His death is not sad because his life ended, it’s sad because the club is suffering.

It’s nauseating.

The only thing that keeps her head on straight is Killian, the gentle looks he shoots her from across the bar where he sits with Rob shooting warmth through her heart and to the pit of her stomach. His presence is so soothing, so grounding. It makes her feel steady and strong to be with him, to even be near him.

Each time she catches him glancing at her out of the corner of her eye, she feels her heart rate picking up. He drives her mad, she’s discovered. They’ve only just begun their relationship with one another, but it feels stronger than any she’s ever been in if only based on the physical connection they have with one another. She’s never felt this way about anyone before. She’s been with men before, men before Neal, but it was always transactional and cold. It was fine, but it wasn’t great. With Killian, it’s mind numbing.

He reads her effortlessly and flawlessly. He knows exactly what she needs when she needs it. He’s known exactly how to bring her over the edge each time, and she can only foresee their sex life getting better as they grow closer and closer. She can’t wait to grow closer to him.

The overwhelming feelings of disgust and discomfort are washed away easily each time he stares at her and are replaced by a feeling of undeniable need. The pressure builds where she needs him the most, arousal washing over her and through her until she can barely stand it, and the feeling of Neal’s hand landing on her shoulder makes her jump. “Want a drink, babe?” he asks, as if completely forgetting the conversation they had last night. He hasn’t even bothered to ask her of the results of her tests yet.

“I’m actually gonna just run to the bathroom,” she says with a smile. “Not feeling great, I’ll be back.”

She doesn’t give him a chance to respond before she stands and heads towards the bathroom, relying on the dank darkness and the slowly dripping faucet to distract from the overwhelming moodiness of the bar and her overwhelming arousal at the thought of Killian’s hands on her.

She focuses on her breathing for a moment, hoping to slow things down around her and calm her racing pulse. The sense of peace is short lived; the door opens slowly, making her heart rate pick up. But when she sees him, she relaxes easily, a smile creeping onto her face. “You need to be careful,” she insists quietly, although she can’t help but giggle as he locks the door and pounces on her.

He lifts her onto the counter and his lips are on hers instantly, his hands gripping her ass and pulling her towards him. Her legs wrap around his and her arms grab for his shoulders, her nails digging into the rough fabric of his button down shirt.

With his mouth trailing hot kisses along her flesh, his teeth scraping against her neck, he finds his way to her collarbone and murmurs, “I couldn’t stand being away from you a moment longer.”

She gasps in surprise at his words, a wave of arousal rushing through her and landing in her core, twisting her and encouraging her to tighten her legs around him in search of friction and pressure. “Fuck,” she whispers as his hands and lips move the cup of her bra to the side.

“Do you want this?” he asks, seeking consent before latching his lips to her hardened nipple. She nods fiercely. “ Gods , how I crave you.”

“Killian,” she breathes, “touch me.”

His mouth devours hers again, his hand sliding down the front of her and finding the waist of her jeans. He tugs, drawing her closer to him and, without breaking their lips apart, snaps her button undone and slides her zipper down quickly.

“Are you wet already, Emma?” he asks roughly, his fingers sliding over the cotton that’s already nearly soaked through. He growls. “You are; that’s a good girl.”

“Yours,” she mumbles, her arousal taking over and her mind barely able to keep up with what her mouth says.

“Aye, mine,” he agrees, nipping at her bottom lip. He pushes her garment aside and slips his fingers through her folds, groaning when he finds her sodden for him. “So responsive,” he praises. “So perfect for me.”

With a moan as his mouth presses to the sensitive skin under her earlobe, she nods again, wanting to reinforce to him that she’s his . Only his. Simply, she tells him, “I love you.”

His fingers glide over her clit, pinching quickly and dragging a whimper from her throat. “I love you so much I can scarcely breathe,” he whispers. “I can’t stand to be away from you.”

“Then don’t make me wait,” she begs in a whisper herself.

He moves his hand away from where she craves him and quickly moves his own jeans, and Emma wriggles until her pants are falling around her knees. “We’ll leave tomorrow,” he vows, smoothing his weeping cock along her clit as she wrestles with the condom wrapper. When she finally has it open, she places it over his tip and slides her fist down to the base.

“Where will we go?”

She gasps when one finger slips into her followed closely by a second, curling against her expertly and sending her searching for his mouth with hers. He swallows her cries when his thumb gently presses against her clit.

“Your heart’s desire, Swan,” he says, lining his cock up to her waiting entrance. “I promise, that’s all I want you to have.”

Their foreheads press together, their noses too, and she bites her lip as he pushes inside. She clings to him, her fingers gripping the back of his shoulders, her heels digging into his backside, her core squeezing around his cock. After a few perfectly timed, perfectly angled thrusts, she whispers, “I just want you.”

He holds her so close to him as one hand grabs onto her ass and the other holds her jaw and neck. His thrusts are quick, but deep and effective, striking her exactly where she needs him. He groans when she clenches around his cock again.

His hand slips around from her back so that his fingers can dance over her clit with each thrust. Emma moves her hands up to the back of his neck, gripping his hair and begging him for more in each moan against his mouth. It’s not long before he has her a writhing mess in his arms, pleading for release.

“Come on, angel,” he encourages gently but firmly as he gives her another flawless thrust. “Nice and tight for me, aren’t you? I know you’re ready, love. Come for me.”

His voice is tenacious, but still so tender, so caring in the way that he loves her. She’s never felt so loved and safe while being spoken to in such a dominating tone, and she loves it. She loves the freedom that comes with being commanded and feeling safe at the same time. She never knew the two could coexist.

At his behest, she clenches once more and cries out his name, his mouth muffling the sound as he spills into her. They hold each other firmly, panting as they ride out their highs together, although they’ll never be sated. They’ll never have enough of each other, always craving more.

“Bloody hell, I love you,” he says when they catch their breath.

She hums happily, if only because she’s still panting too hard to speak. She kisses his neck, her lips lingering on his soft, sweat coated skin. “I love you,” she whispers. Then, because telling him once will never be enough, she moves so that her tongue traces his earlobe and repeats, “I love you.”

He moves her hair out of her face when she pulls away slightly, then presses a kiss to her cheek. “I’m sorry to come in here so… rudely,” he laughs. “But I--”

“I’m glad you did,” she smiles. She winces slightly as he pulls out, stepping away to dispose of the condom and exposing his bare ass to her, tempting her to pull him back to her. “Are we really gonna be able to go tomorrow?”

“Aye,” he smiles and returns to her to kiss her once more. “I just need to tell Tink and Elsa. We’re to meet by the docks; Robin knows already.”

“You have a plan?”

“Somewhere quiet,” he answers, “hidden away, unsuspecting… but it must be by the beach, aye?”

“Aye,” she giggles and he straightens her shirt with a smile. “And?”

“Nantucket.”

“Nantucket?”

“Mmm,” he hums as he helps her off of the counter so that she can fix her pants. “Quiet, secluded island, enough tourists to help us blend in. Plus, infamously beautiful beaches for an infamously beautiful woman.”

She wraps her arms around his neck, pushing onto her toes and kissing him. “Sounds perfect.”

“Emma…” he starts, and she can sense the shift between them. He’s thinking, his self-anger and self-hatred sneaking through the joy he felt moments ago. “If it weren’t for what I did--”

“Please,” she whispers. “You know that I love you. The fact that you killed Rufio doesn’t change that. I know you regret it, but if you need forgiveness, you have it.”

He leans against her heavily, forehead to hers again, and nods. “I do regret it. But I know it had to be done.”

“Exactly. And where will I meet you?”

“I’ll find you, my love. The less you know, the safer you’ll be with Neal. Robin knows the plan, though.” She nods against him now. “You’ll be alright,” he whispers, and she almost wonders who he’s promising.

“I know; I trust you.”

~~~~

A knock sounds against a heavy door. It’s pushed open slowly, and behind it stands a young and conflicted soul, trying to make the best decision for her family. The things she overheard as she stood outside of the women’s restroom serve to threaten the family she has found, and she cannot let that stand.

“Enter,” commands a strong and powerful voice, the man looking up from his ledgers and giving the woman a pensive look. “Elsa, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Peter,” she answers, moving towards the chair across from him. “I’m afraid I have some… troubling news.”

The man hums, leaning forward and pressing his arms to the desk. “And what is that, my dear?”

The woman takes a deep breath, sadly shaking her head at the truth she’s uncovered. She didn’t think her friend Killian capable of such a thing, but discovering that he’s murdered a member of the club has stunned her. “It’s Rufio,” she says wistfully. “I found out who killed him.”

“That’s very interesting indeed,” the man agrees. “Are you implying that it wasn’t a member of the Kings of Elsinore who murdered a member of our family?”

“Yes,” she nods with a deep sigh. “But it pains me to put the truth to words.”

“Elsa,” he starts again, leaning back in his chair authoritatively. “If you know something, you must tell me. How can we protect you if you don’t protect us in return?”

“Of course. After what happened to Liam, of course I want to protect the club.”

The man nods in sad agreement. “Yes, his death was a tragedy, but the club has been keeping you safe ever since.”

“Exactly.”

“Go on, then,” he gestures towards her. “Whatever you’ve discovered, you must remember that the club’s interests as a whole must come above those of one.”

The woman nods once more and takes a deep breath in, feeling the cool air hit her lungs. “It was Killian,” she whispers. “Killian killed Rufio.”

~~~~

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thorsthot · 4 years

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pulse . peter maximoff

pairing: xmen!peter maximoff x reader; established relationship

genre + warnings: smut! stealing/mentions of theft. use of a sex toy. squirting. protected sex.

words: 2.2k

summary: After a day of fucking around in a particular video store, you and Peter fuck around at home.

note: this was a commission for @otaku1012 !!! this was really fun to write and I've never written for Peter before so i hope i did his character justice 🥺 oh! and this takes place a little bit before Apocalypse, so about 1981. per usual, i accept any and all feedback you guys have!!

“You know, I heard they have a sex shop in the back,” Peter whispers in your ear as you look at the VHS tapes in the comedy section. “All kinds of adult films and sex toys.”

His breath catches against the back of your neck, making you shiver. A hand placed at your waist as he hugs you from behind. He spins you towards him a moment later. “Maybe we should go have a look.”

He moves his fingertips lightly along your side, tickling you. A big smile appeared on his face as you began to laugh nervously from the torture.

“Cut it out,” You laughed. “People are staring.”

“Let them stare,” He joked, still not letting you breathe.

His fingers ran up and down your sides repeatedly, then he abruptly stopped. It took you a minute to catch your breath, side-eyeing him as he swiftly went to look at the movies in the action section that was a few feet away.

“Babe! Should we finish our James Bond marathon?” He asks, lifting the VHS tape. “They have The Spy Who Loved Me.”

“Yeah, hopefully, this one isn’t fucking boring.” You roll your eyes as you approach him.

“There’s no one else I’d rather spend two hours and six minutes of boringness with,” He kisses your forehead. With an effortless motion, Peter places the tape in his bag and walks away. “Hurry up, slowpoke.”

He offers you his hand and brings you to the back of the shop towards a large brown door that says ‘XXX 18+ ONLY’ in bolded cherry red letters. He opens the door, and you’re both immediately stopped.

“Identification please,” A short white man with a receding hairline stopped you.

You both pull out your ID, and he waves you off. The area was a bit small but, it was divided into a few sections. Various clothing items and shoes in the front with porn tapes to the right. And a plethora of toys in the back.

Peter went immediately to the video section, but you moved towards the toys. It was almost as if they’d called your name, begging you to approach so they could grasp you. You didn’t know where to start. Your chest felt as though it was about to burst from your chest. You’d never see anything like this. You started at the lube and the games. Everything from sex dice to blindfolds and handcuffs. Then you moved onto browsing the dildos, so many different colors and lengths.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Peter teasing you about your fascination, but you shook him off. Your mouth slightly gaped open, and your eyes wandered, studying every toy you came across.

“Excuse me, what did you just put in your bag?” You heard from the distance, snapping out of your trance.

Your head turns way too quickly, and you see Peter being eyed by the short man who’d stopped you earlier. You wanted to fucking melt. There was no fucking way he’d just been caught. Before the man could open his mouth again, Peter ran towards you.

“Get on my back.” You sigh but make no complaint, hopping onto his back, and in no time you both are out of there and down the street.

He stopped, letting you down, and you paused to catch your breath. It’s not often that you’re attached to him when he fucking zooms away like that. It takes some time to get used to it.

“Holy shit Peter!” You yelled. “How the fuck did you get caught?”

“I didn’t know he was gonna be standing directly behind me,” He laughs at you. “Plus, you look so cute when you’re annoyed.”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes for what felt like the fifteenth time today. “You owe me lunch.”

“Race you?” And like that, he was gone.

“No fucking fair!”

It always amazed you that man who can move at over a hundred miles per second was so slow and patient with you. His touches are soft and delicate, never rough unless you wanted him to be. And this time, you needed that.

But of course, he was going to tease you. Building up lust inside of you, and making you wetter by the second at the smallest things he did, like breath. When his lips traced your collarbone, and his heavy breath tickled against his skin. It caused you to shiver at his touch.

Life was so fast today, and you needed that speed to continue. You needed that same energy and passion as before.

“How about we play with something?” Peter smiles.

There’s a sparkle in his eye as he gets off the bed and reaches for his backpack. Unzipping it, he pulled out a box that said: 'HITACHI two speed massager. Magic Wand.' in bold black and white lettering.

“That’s what you took from the sex shop?” You laughed at him.

“Yeah, I thought we’d try it out and see how it works,” He takes it out of the package. “First, we plug this into the wall.”

Peter plugs the cord into the outlet closest to the bed, and luckily the cord stretches rather far. He examines the wand, then turns it on. It was fairly loud as it vibrated in his hand. He presses the end against his arm and gasps.

“Wow.”

“Wow?”

He comes closer to you, pressing the vibrator against your forearm. It shakes hard against your skin. It’s powerful, and you could only imagine how it would feel on your clit.

“Wow.” You responded.

“Definitely trying this out tonight.” Peter looked at you, a small smile on his face.

“How about we try it right now?”

His smile grew wide, and his pupils seemed to dilate. Turning the vibrator off, he leaned into you. His lips touched yours, and it gave you chills. It was as if this was the first time you had ever kissed each other. The whole world could be falling apart at this very moment, and it wouldn’t even matter.

You leaned back on the bed, breaking the kiss for just a moment. Peter slipped in between your legs, lips attaching to your neck.

And you’re pulled back into that headspace. It’s like you’re floating in limbo or a pit of darkness, but it’s not depressing. You can feel every single touch and breath against your body, each more intense than the last. You can hear everything, but nothing at all. For a moment, it's only you and Peter.

His kisses stop, and you look up at him. You peered into his eyes to see the softness that was always there; and it would never leave, even though much of his innocence is lost. He pulls your shirt over and off of you to find you braless.

His mouth instantly goes to your left nipple, sucking, teasing, and biting lightly as his hands grab your tits. It’s like he’s in a candy store and you’re his favorite candy. The feeling of his tongue swirling against you and his teeth occasionally grazing your nipple shot straight to your clit. He could help but moan around you, and the vibrations warmed you. He does the same to the other nipple.

He planted a kiss on both of your breasts and then your neck. A short lick at your neck causes you to moan. Your hips bucking into his, only to be cockblocked by the friction of your jeans.

“I want you,” You moaned out to him. Your words and tone of voice practically shot straight to his dick.

Peter sat up, his hands working their way to your pants. He took his time as he did it, refusing to rush. As much as Peter wanted to see all of you, taste you, touch you, and feel you; he took his time. He chooses to savor this moment with you.

“Can’t wait to taste you,” He vocalized, taking your pants off of you.

You opened your legs wider for him to see, your panties blocking him from seeing what he wants. His fingers hooked inside your panties and slid them to the side. “So pretty.”

His free hand holds onto the back of your thigh, holding your leg to the side. You rest your other thigh on his shoulder.

He licks your clit, then dips into your wetness for an initial taste. He moans into you as he tastes you, drinking every bit of you as he could. He’s not too fast though, choosing to take his time instead. But he still eats you messily, as if you were the last thing he’d ever taste, savoring the moment.

You grind into his face, your hands moving into his hair; tugging at it as you catch your breath. His tongue swirled around your clit, occasionally sucking and kissing on you. Even dipping his tongue in and out of you, daring to go lower. His lips and the tip of his nose shiny and glistening in the light with your wetness.

Peter sat up and reached to the side of you, grabbing the vibrator. He turns it on, and your breath gets caught in your throat before he even touches you with it. He places the vibrator directly on your clit, not too harshly.

“Holy shit,” You couldn’t help but moan out. It felt like your heart dropped. You couldn't imagine explaining the feeling it gave you.

It was just one big ball of feelings expanding deep inside your core. Your moans increased in volume, and you couldn’t help it. You shook a bit and squirmed around, but Peter held you in your place.

“Be still,” He spoke sternly. It made your heart flutter a bit.

You felt like you were going to burst. That nerve of feels kept expanding until it was no more; you were seeing stars. The void surrounded you and held you; it was comfort and pure white noise. It was so much at once, but, you couldn’t do anything but take it all in.

Once you came back to Earth, you looked straight to Peter. Eyes wide with the vibrator in his hand; his mouth wide, curling into a smile. His face was wet, as was his shirt.

“Wow,” You said in unison.

You both took a minute. Your chest heaving, the heartbeat in your pussy pulsing rapidly.

“I wanna make you do that again.” Peter licks his lips.

He takes off his clothes before you could even blink, taking a condom from his side table and rolling it onto his dick. He positions himself between your legs, resting his dick against your heat. “I’ll go slow,”

He slowly slides into you, hands roughly gripping your sides. He looks into your eyes, and it’s like he’s stealing your soul, piece by piece. One deep stroke into you, and you’re unraveling around him. He feels so good inside of you, it’s like it was meant to be.

You place your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself even though you’re laying down. Deep inside of you as he rolls his hips, but he pauses, grabbing the vibrator and clicking it on. He presses the vibrator lightly to your clit, slowly moving it up and down.

Being filled up with a vibrator on your clit was a whole new feeling. Everything centered on your core. It was a fiery passion that kept sparking inside of you. Peter's thrusts became faster the closer he came to his orgasm. The vibrations added stimulation for both of you, especially for Peter. Making his cock throb with every second he’s inside of you.

“Fuck,” He breathed. He tried to keep his composure and not cum too quickly.

Peter looked down, watching himself disappear inside of you. Drooling at how your wetness coated the condom. Moving his hips at just the right angle, he hit right where you needed him to. Your moans syncing with his own as you squeezed around him. You became nearly numb to the vibrator, but the closer you came to cuming, the more unbearable it became.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” You cried. You tried to close your legs, but couldn’t because Peter was between them.

He began to rock his hip faster, burying his dick inside you. Leaning down, his lips locked with yours. He became absorbed in all your warmth. Moving sloppily as he spilled his cum into the rubber. You could only imagine what I’d feel like if he came directly into you, and you came at the thought of it.

Your legs shaking, your back arched off the bed with a hoarse moan spilling from your mouth. Wetness squirting out from you and Peter pulls out, slapping his cock over your cunt. The vibrator rested against your skin, and even just that was too much.

Peter slid back inside of you, thrusting inside of you just a little bit. You could only hold him as you continued to unravel around him. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. You could feel the wetness below you seeping into the bed; should’ve laid down a towel if only you both knew.

It took a few, but it felt like you’d been cuming for minutes on end. The room felt hotter than before, and you felt a little lightheaded. You were already sore, you just needed to lay there for a moment.

“Wanna watch The Spy Who Loved Me?” He asks after a long silence, turning off the vibrator.

“Sure.” You laughed, rubbing circles on his back. “Just let me catch my breath.

With this vibrator in your possession, it’d be a long night.

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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years

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Like Days Of Old

"I think I'll take Peter out for the day." Stephen tells Tony as he starts the coffee for him.

Tony looks over from feeding Lucy, and huffs when the spoon is smacked out of his hand in her excitement to slam her hands on the highchair's tray. "Oh yeah? What's the occasion?"

"None really. I just figured he hasn't gotten the attention he was used to now that we have the other kids." The sorcerer replies. "I think I'll put aside a day for each one every once in a while."

"Hmm...maybe I should do something like that too." Tony ponders and then winces. "We've been so wrapped up with everything, I'm sure the kids feel a little neglected."

Stephen pours the coffee into Tony's favorite mug, a black one painted with red and gold that Diana made for him, and takes it over to his husband. He was sure that the kids weren't feeling neglected, but then again, no matter how comfortable they were with telling their parents everything, telling them that they felt ignored was not one of those things. Every single one of their boys were insecure about asking for attention and maybe even felt like they were too old to do so. The boys felt lucky enough that Tony and Stephen took them in when they had nowhere else to go and that was enough for them.

Stephen sighs. "You might be right. The boys don't easily communicate those needs with us...even Harley. The girls on the other hand have no problem doing so. We've just been so busy lately."

"Your idea is a good one. We'll start setting some time aside for some one on one." Tony says. "Starting today."

Stephen sips the tea he had brewed while waiting for the coffee and mentally prepared for the day with Peter. Assuming the teen didn't have other plans. He didn't think so as Peter hadn't said anything recently. Going to Mr. Delmar's for lunch was a must but besides that, he could probably have Peter decide what he wanted to do.

"Victor, could you have Peter come here please?" Stephen finally requests his AI.

"Yes, Doctor."

It took a few minutes but Peter finally came out of his room drying his hair with his towel and only sporting some basketball shorts. Clearly he had been in the shower and put on the bare minimum to see why Stephen needed him.

"Need something?" Peter asks when he drops the towel a bit to look at Stephen.

"I thought maybe you and I can spend the day together. Just the two of us." The sorcerer replies and Peter looks at him in surprise.

"Wait. Really? What about your Sorcerer Supreme duties...and Val?"

Stephen chuckles. "Nothing needs my immediate attention and I'm sure William wouldn't mind helping your father with Valerie. Or Cassie for that matter."

"What would we do?"

"Whatever you want. Delmar's for lunch of course."

Peter grins. "I'll finish getting ready!" He disappears back into his room and Tony raises an eyebrow.

"Yikes. If that's how he reacted, we've really been slacking."

"We're doing something about it now." Stephen reassures him.

He finishes his tea and takes it to the sink to rinse before putting his mug in the dishwasher, and raises his own eyebrow when Lucy smacks the spoon out of Tony's hand again. It wasn't that she was fighting the food being given to her, she just really liked the apple and blueberry puree and Tony couldn't seem to feed it to her fast enough. The small flex of his fingers was enough indication that Tony's arm was bothering him today and it made Stephen frown.

"Ask the twins to help you today. Cassie too if she's free." Stephen says. "Try not to carry Lucy around too much today."

Tony sighs. "Honey, I'll be fine. Worst case scenario, I get Porcupine."

"He's at the station right now. You can always call me if it flares up, or if it can wait, ask Bruce to get your sleeve-"

"I'll be okay. I'll get the wonder twins and Miss Sass up here to help." Tony huffs fondly. "Maybe even Nat. I promise the tower will still be standing when you two get back. No promises about the kids being in one piece though."

Stephen snorts. He knew Tony was joking and that everything would be fine...he really was just too far deep into this role. Being a doctor didn't help things either. Stephen would suffer through pain and sickness to take care of his kids if anything happened, and he proved that when the boys and Diana came down with a cold. It was a pretty bad strain to get Peter and Thomas sick too, and of course Stephen caught it while taking care of the kids, and he powered through it to continue taking care of them. He nearly collapsed doing so and Tony almost had to manhandle him to bed.

"Oh. One more thing." Stephen says as Peter joins him. "Don't let Thomas and Pietro run around together."

"Don't worry Duchess. We're on the same page. I don't want another tornado either." Tony huffs. "I'll glue their feet to the floor if I have to."

"Are we going now?" Peter asks.

Stephen nods. "Yes, let's go before your sister finds out I'm leaving. We can discuss what we're going to do while we walk."

Peter nods and heads for the elevator, followed by Stephen once he kisses his husband goodbye. Athena walked over with the intent to leave with him but the sorcerer shook his head.

"No, Athena. Stay here and help with the babies." Athena whines and nudges his hand.

"I don't mind if she comes." Peter shrugs. "Levi is still here. It likes nannying."

Levi vibrates in its excitement when Peter mentions it and Stephen rolls his eyes when it flies over to grab a napkin and help clean Lucy's face. It was a great relic and liked being useful, but Stephen never would have thought it would help like this. Not even when they had this many kids. Most of the time, Stephen didn't even tell it what to do. In a manner of speaking, Levi had a mind of its own and decided nannying was what it wanted to do when it wasn't helping its master in battle. Wong always joked that if the Ancient One was still alive and had seen this, she'd probably be somewhat offended. She'd probably say something like relics weren't to be used for everyday use or whatever.

"Alright," Stephen relents. "Go get your vest." He tells the wolf.

And she did. She went straight for the hook that held her vest and leash, used the wall to stand up and retrieve them, and then carried them back over to Stephen. It was easy to put the vest on her, but her leash he held for now. It wasn't necessary but he did have it on him in case Athena made people uncomfortable when they didn't see a leash. It fortunately hadn't been a problem yet.

"We'll be back later." Stephen tells Tony.

"You both have your phones and suits?"

"Yeah, you can track our every move Dad." Peter rolls his eyes as Stephen joins him on the elevator.

"Don't sass your father!" Tony calls out just before the elevator closes.

Stephen chuckles. "So, any ideas what you want to do today?"

"Hmmm…" Peter folds his arms and tilts his head as he ponders. "Oh! Can we swing by that bakery on our way home? You know the one we practically bought out a few years ago? Is it still there?"

"I think so. I don't think the owners were snap victims and their bakery managed to survive the five years. Which I'm not totally surprised, I'm sure people needed something to keep them going." Stephen says.

"That's a depressing thought."

"Wait...did you even have breakfast yet?" Stephen asks and when Peter looks at him sheepishly, he snorts. "Right, maybe we should grab some food."

So that was the first thing they did, they walked to a nearby cafe and ordered something they could eat as they walked around the city. Despite their intentions though, they did stop at a park to sit down and eat before they continued on. Peter decided he wanted to go somewhere to get Cassie a gift, reassuring Stephen that he wanted his opinion and since he couldn't make up his mind, they ended up going to the mall. By portal of course. That was a little too much of a walk.

"Oh! Let's stop in there!" Peter points to a store with candles and Stephen frowns.

"Are you sure? Usually something like this gives you sensory overload."

"On second thought…" Peter looks down at Athena, who was whining a little. "I don't want to torture Athena too. It does smell kinda strong and we're not even in the store."

"How about one of those edible flower kits?" Stephen suggests. "She likes baking and they would be a nice decoration that can be eaten."

Peter perks up. "Do they sell something like that here somewhere?"

"I'm sure there is."

Stephen chuckles when Peter looks for a nearby map of the mall. Athena sits next to Stephen when they join him at the map, and the two point out different possible locations that might sell what they're looking for. Stephen was never worried about his wolf attacking anyone, as she only did so when he commanded her or if someone attacked the family. A lot of those aggressive instincts were practically non-existent. Not that they actually were, she was still born and raised in the wild, but Stephen was pretty sure that when he communicated the rules of their home and what to expect, it was a big help. She was simply a protector of Stephen, of the family.

She was a companion that Stephen adored.

"Alright I think the closest store was this way," Stephen says as he points past the map.

"I think she said something about needing new food coloring and piping bags too." Peter adds as they make their way to the first store.

Stephen laughs. "We're out and about to spend time together and you want to shop for your girlfriend."

"Oh...uh...we don't have to--"

"Relax. I was just teasing you. We're still spending time together and this is what you want to do right?"

Peter shrugs. "Yeah. I like making her happy."

Stephen couldn't help the smile that graced his features. Peter was always thinking of others, but hearing him admit something like that? He'd certainly matured these past couple of years. He was still the adorable, nerdy dork that he met what seemed like three years ago, but he was leaving the nest so to speak. He and Harley didn't seem inclined to move out, which was just fine with Stephen and Tony, but that was because they wanted to stay with the family. To help them and be around...it made Stephen wonder if that would be the case for Thomas and William too.

"Hey, wanna get something for you and Dad here?" Peter asks, interrupting Stephen's train of thought.

When the sorcerer looks in the direction his son is pointing, he sputters when he finds an adult store.

"No. Absolutely not. I'll never leave the room if I do and I can't believe that you of all people are suggesting that!" Stephen grabs the back of Peter's shirt and drags the laughing teen away.

"Don't tell me you guys get it on with Lucy in the room!"

"When you have seven kids, you take what you can get." Stephen mumbles.

"Not even a pair of lacy underwear?" Peter cackles at the mortification on Stephen's face.

"Just what do you think I--no. No. Don't answer that." Stephen sighs. "This is the thanks I get for rearing children. Sass, sarcasm, and belittling."

"Sheesh. I thought Dia got her drama from Dad." Peter rolls his eyes and Stephen whaps the back of his head in response.

They finally found the first store, but after some browsing and asking an employee, they didn't find what they were looking for. They didn't find it in the second store either. The third time truly was the charm because Peter found everything he wanted to get Cassie, including the flower kits, and he made his purchase before they decided on walking around the rest of the mall. Stephen stopped by one of the shoe stores to get Thomas a couple of new pairs of sneakers that would undoubtedly be worn through by the end of the month, then the craft store for some things for the girls, a game store for a game Harley wanted but didn't have the time to get, and then finally a toy store. Stephen went straight for the puzzles and picked out a couple of jigsaws with about three thousand pieces in each that he and William could work on.

By then, they were ready to stop by the bakery and head home, but Peter suddenly stopped and Stephen didn't notice until he was a few feet away. When he turned to find out where the teen had gone, he found him in front of a jeweler's and looking through the window.

"Peter?" Stephen asks when he rejoins him. When he doesn't get an answer, he follows his gaze and ends up smiling again. There were engagement rings on display. "How long have you been thinking about it?"

"I...a few months now." Peter admits. "I really love her."

"What's stopping you?"

"I want to get her parents permission first."

Stephen pats his shoulder. "You'll get it Spiderling. They'll probably give you grief for a little while first."

"I'm honestly a little worried that Quill might kill me." Peter groans as they step away to a secluded spot and Stephen opens a portal to the bakery.

"He won't. He knows I'll find a way to make his death permanent if he tries."

Peter laughs. "Thanks. Really. For today too."

"Well, I figured things have been crazy and your father and I need to start putting time aside for you and your siblings. Like this."

Peter nods in understanding and ends up with all of the bags so Stephen can open portals, buy out half the bakery again, open another portal to Mr. Delmar's to pick up lunch for everyone, and get them back home. When they stepped through the portal home, Stephen froze. The penthouse was covered in splotches of paint and it was clear that he caught the culprits in the middle of trying to clean up the mess they made. Namely Harley, Thomas, Diana...and Tony.

"Where's Lucy and Valerie?" Stephen asks curtly and the other four cringe.

"Cassie and William are upstairs with them." Thomas responds.

"Why is there paint everywhere?"

"It was an accident!" Tony says. "Sort of? Thomas and Harley wanted to see if he could run and catch a bowl of paint that Harley and Diana threw to see if he could do it without spilling any."

Stephen takes a deep breath and exhales loudly. "First, that isn't an accident. Second, it obviously didn't work, and third...you couldn't have them at least do it downstairs on the actual art floor?"

"It was already too late when I came in on it." Tony says. "I already chewed them out."

"As punishment I'll have to go return the lacy underwear." Stephen says and Tony's eyes get comically wide and Peter bursts into laughter.

"Wait, no! Why am I being punished?! Lemme see!"

Stephen only smirked in response and winked at Peter who was still doubled over laughing. Tony soon discovered though that there unfortunately had been no such purchase in the first place. The fact that he was disappointed made Stephen wonder just how much Tony might have liked them.

Harley and Thomas on the other hand gave Stephen their own mortified looks for just the suggestion.

#mama bear au #stephen strange #peter parker #tony stark #supremefamily

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years

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Fireworks

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: After hearing your vacation is cancelled, Loki enlists some members of the Tower to help cheer you up. Warnings: kinda sorta a tiny bit of implied smut at the end; fluff A/N: So I was supposed to be heading to Disney today, but it got cancelled. I got inspired to write this fic instead, though, so I’ll take it. For anyone else who hasn’t left their block in months, remember to go outside to stretch your legs and get some fresh air. Have a great day and thanks for reading :)

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

You breathed in the scent of your coffee in an attempt to wake yourself up. You’d already let yourself sleep in later than you usually do, and you refused to waste any more of your day. Besides, you knew it was stupid to be upset over such a trivial matter as your vacation being cancelled, but it was one of the few times your family spent time together. You were so busy focusing on not thinking about it, you missed Loki walking into the kitchen. The sound of a bowl being set against the counter made you jump a little, and, upon seeing him, you gave him a small smile.

“Well good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said.

Of course the nickname he chose for you this morning reminded you of DisneyWorld. If the world wasn’t such a mess right now, you and your family would already be on your way there. You glanced sadly at your drink for a second before returning to your usual chipper personality. “Good morning, Loki,” you said, attempting to hide your feelings.

He noticed something was off, but you exited the room before he could say anything to you. You gave him a small smile over your shoulder before you left, seemingly fine. It was too late, though. He’d already seen the crack in your armor, and there was no way you were getting off the hook that easily. Abandoning his plans for breakfast, Loki followed you out of the room. By the time he caught up, you’d already sat down on the couch and started flipping through channels. He sat down next to you and studied your face. The two of you spent enough time together that he knew the look on your face was just for show.

“So my little mortal, are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” he said.

Though Loki spent more time with you than anyone else in the Tower, he wasn’t sure if you were exactly friends. After all, he’d never had a real friend before to compare this experience to. Thor tried to get his brother to be more social, but found no success in that endeavor until you came along. Now, Loki left his quarters without his brother having to drag him out. Even so, he was hesitant to join group activities. But the time he spent with you felt simply magical, and that was saying something coming from a great sorcerer. If Loki was being completely honest, which he rarely was, he had a crush on you. Not that he’d ever tell you. Knowing how kind you were, he was sure you’d date him out of sympathy. There was no way he’d allow that. Still, it was in moments like this that he just wanted to take you into his arms and guard you against all the evil in the world. Then he’d remember, if you were in his arms, you’d be closest to the greatest evil of all.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you finally said.

“I’m quite certain it’s something.”

“Well, it’s not,” you insisted. You tried to ignore the look he was giving you, but you eventually cracked. “It’s just that my family was supposed to go to DisneyWorld this week but, you know,” you continued, punctuating the sentence with a wave of your arms, hoping he got it.

“I’m sure there’s something we can do.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to FaceTime them later, and we can go next year. Sure, it would have been a nice change of scenery, but it’s stupid. Really, I’m fine.”

Before he could make his rebuttal, you fled the room. Even if he hadn’t been able to spot a lie a mile away, that would have confirmed that you were not ok. The god returned to the kitchen and his forgotten bowl, still sitting on the countertop. He sat at the table with his favorite cereal but was more interested in helping you than eating. He could use his magic to mimic this “DisneyWorld” you mentioned, but it would disappear if you touched it. Maybe if he knew what this place was, he’d get a better idea of how to help. The only problem was that he loathed modern technology. He acted like he was above it, but, in reality, he just couldn’t figure it out. As soon as he resolved to ask Thor for help, Tony walked into the kitchen, and Loki couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Stark, those glasses are ridiculous,” he said. “Well, even more ridiculous than normal.”

“I’ll have you know that these are top of the line VR goggles, reindeer games,” Tony replied as he pulled them off. He was satisfied to see the confusion on Loki’s face.

“Fine, I’ll bite. What are these ‘VR goggles’ that you speak of?”

“Well, I’m glad you asked. I’ll try to put it as simply as possible for you,” Tony quipped, enjoying the moment. He knew Loki must have needed something if he was enduring this, albeit with a grimace. “There’s a screen in here that displays an image. When you view it through the goggles, it generates a 3D virtual environment. And, of course, it was all designed by yours truly.”

“Wait,” Loki said, “you can make someone feel like they’re in any environment?”

“Yeah. Don’t think I’m letting you borrow them, though.”

“Well, I never thought I’d say it, but you’re a genius.”

“What, just notice that, Rock of Ages?”

Loki ignored the nickname for your sake and explained the dilemma to Tony, who agreed to help. It was a win-win for him: He had plenty of time to tease Loki, and he could cheer you up. It was more of a win-lose situation for Loki, but he needed the assistance. They were planning in the lab when Peter walked in with a gasp.

“Mr. Stark! Mr. Loki! You’re finally friends!” he said, pulling them into a group hug. “Now we’re a whole little superhero family!”

“Slow down, spiderling,” said Loki, who was gently pulling away from the boy’s grasp. “We’re only working together for (y/n)’s sake.”

They filled Peter in and he came up with the idea of using the recipes Disney released to make the park’s food. To make sure you didn’t come into the kitchen and ruin the surprise, Loki asked Nat and Wanda to keep you busy. They were able to get you to go out for a walk, leaving Loki to figure out the logistics of his plan. He decided he’d have to incorporate the furniture into his illusions so you didn’t walk into it. And then he would give you the goggles to mimic the experience of the rides. Since it was already so late by the time everything was finished, they decided that they would surprise you tomorrow.

“Hey, Loki,” Tony said, “you did good.”

Loki ignored how happy it made him feel to be part of the group. Instead, he focused on how happy this would make you. You’d done so much for him since he came to the Tower that he wanted to repay it in any way he could. Tony, Peter, and Loki all made sure to be up extra early to make the surprise work. It was worth it when you opened your eyes and saw you were in a Disney resort room. The God of Mischief had to snicker at how confused your face was. But for as much as he loved pranks, he loved you more, so he told you what was happening.

“Oh my gosh, Loki!” you squealed, hopping up and giving him a hug. “Thank you so much.”

He quickly turned away so you couldn’t see the blush on his face. “You are quite welcome, my little mortal.”

You spent the rest of the day following Loki around the “parks” and were quite surprised by how detailed his illusions were. Even more surprising, he’d worked with Tony to plan all of it. You were glad he did, though, because the high-tech goggles made you feel as if you were actually on the rides. Peter worked as a waiter at all your meals and proudly took credit for the idea to use the published recipes. At the end of the day, Loki took you out onto a balcony for the pièce de résistance. Tony had set up fireworks to go off above the Tower in an almost exact replica of the ones they used at the theme park. It was beautiful, and the fact that it had been Loki’s idea to do all this for you made it even more wonderful.

“So, my little mortal,” Loki asked after walking you back to your room, “did you have a nice vacation?”

“It was amazing, Loki. Thank you so, so, so much. You always know exactly what to do. I just feel bad you went through all this trouble.”

“Making you happy is no trouble at all, little one. Especially if it means I get to see your radiant smile.”

Bidding you goodnight, he took a risk and placed a small kiss to your forehead. Before he could leave, you grabbed his wrist and spun him around, placing your own kiss on his lips. Talk about fireworks. Kissing you back, he picked you up and brought you to the bed. The next morning you woke up even happier than the one before because the first thing you saw was Loki’s peaceful form in the bed next to you.

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #tony stark #peter parker #reader insert #marvel #mcu

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jamielea81 · 4 years

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Conversations

Back to the Beginning

Description: You accompany your friends on a day trip to Animal Kingdom Theme Park where you meet Scott Evans by chance. This one afternoon leads to a year long friendship with both Chris and Scott over text messages and phone calls.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Fluff!

Word Count: 2,584

A/N: This is one of two one shots I promised for this series. This also is part of @allaboutthebooz 1,000 followers challenge. Congrats my beautiful friend! The song I chose for the challenge is How Long Will I Love You by Ellie Goulding. Song lyrics are in italics.

Conversations Series

“My feet hurt,” you whined.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Jana asked.

Brooks hooked his arm in yours, Jana grabbing your other. “Keep up, Buttercup,” he said.

As much as they teased you, they were your best friends and you missed them terribly. Thank goodness Disney always had something major in the works. You were able to fly out to Orlando, a few times a year, often staying with Jana and Brooks. They had a little one, Peter, who loved his Aunty and didn’t mind sharing his parents with. Peter was staying with Brooks’ brother for a few days so that his parents could have “an adult trip”.

The three of you were trying to keep stride with the rather large group you were touring Disney’s Animal Kingdom with. It wasn’t just the three of you like it always used to be. It was the whole Evans clan, well, Chris’ immediate family including the kids. That part wasn’t new to you, but Chris had invited your mother and your brother Heath as well as Jana and Brooks too.

It was odd having your family there. It was all new to your mom as she had never gone. Heath had gone to the parks with you and your dad when you both were kids. But for all the years you lived in Orlando, they never wanted to go on the rare times they visited you.

Chris had booked several rooms on the same floor at the Beach Club Resort. Carly and here family were in the room next to yours that had an adjoining door. This was at the insistence of Stella who had taken a liking to you over the last couple of years. Chris kept it locked after the two of you had gone to bed each night. The first night, he made the mistake of not locking it, only to be woken up at six in the morning by a little girl with wild hair. Neither of you were dressed. Thankfully the blankets on the bed were pulled up to your neck because you kept the thermostat very low.

For some unholy reason, Chris had insisted on vacationing in July rather than October. With Carly’s kids in school, it was harder to pull them out for vacation. At least that’s what he said. When you mentioned it to Carly, she shrugged as if it weren’t a big deal. So, here you were, with sweaty feet that hurt, and really, sweaty everything.

Taylor, your Disney cast member that was in charge of handling your large group was currently weaving you through the exit of Kali River Rapids at your insistent request. Not everyone liked water rides, but you had no complaints today.

Chris grabbed your hand and helped you onto the raft, taking the seat next to you. You had been photographed with Chris enough over the last three years that the two of you just didn’t care anymore. Your name was out there. You had been written about. But in the end, it didn’t really bother you.

How long will I love you As long as stars are above you And longer if I can

The first drop came and went, with only a light splash misting you. No matter how much you begged to whatever God that was listening in your head, the darn raft would always manage to turn and soak another member of your party as the ride began.

The rapids started to pick up, leading you to flow under a bridge that water dripped down from like rain. It felt like sweet relief as the cool water rand down your head to your back and chest. A smile instantly appeared on your face. Chris lifted your linked hand to his lips, kissing it and lowering it down. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder for just a moment as your raft started to spin causing a giggle to erupt from your lips.

How long will I be with you As long as the sea is bound to Wash up on the sand

The big drop was in sight. The raft slowly spun causing you all to fill with nervous laughter.

“No. No. No!” Chris chanted as your side of the raft had turned so that two of you were facing completely backward from the drop. And just like it was meant to be, a large wave of water hit your back first, then ultimately ran down the front of you soaking everything, including your shoes.

Oh well.

“Feeling better?” Chris asked, soaking wet arm slung over your soaking wet shoulders.

“Much,” you smiled, grabbing a large portion of your t-shirt and wringing the water out.

“Good! Because we’re going on Everest next.”

You were tongue tied. Void of words. Out of your mind. Whatever you wanted to call it; you couldn’t speak. On the last two trips with Chris you had avoided riding the demon coaster. He didn’t even bring it up on those previous trips, now he was leading you there as if it were second nature.

Like the five-year-old you were sometimes, you stopped walking, causing Chris to also stop since his fingers were linked with yours.

“Sassy…”

“Christopher…” you mimicked in the same tone.

“We’re all going on together. Even your Ma is goin’ on.”

“But I don’t want to,” you pouted. “Scott!” you yelled. He was about twenty feet in front of you, hand in hand with Zach.

You pulled Chris along, to catch up with Scott.

“What can I do for you my lady?” he asked, releasing Zach’s hand and giving you a bow.

You ignored his antics. “Your brother is making me go on Everest. He’s not even feeding me tequila like you did. Shouldn’t we be hitting up Nomad Lounge? Tell him,” you insisted.

Zach chuckled, but quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

“Come on, Sassy. It’s been a long time since you’ve ridden it. There’s enough of us here, we’re going to pretty much take up the whole coaster. How cool is that going to be?” Scott asked.

“And you rode without us!” Jana piped in.

Where did she even come from?

“Fine. But you owe me drinks after. And this is the last time.” You turned to face Chris. “The last time I ride this death trap.”

Chris pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around your middle. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him. He kissed your cheek, then your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

How long will I want you As long as you want me to And longer by far

“Back row baby!” Chris said, pulling you into the last corral.

Looking around, it was odd. It was only your large group waiting to ride. The park wasn’t shut down as it was only mid-afternoon. The only other people waiting for the next train were Taylor and two other cast members working the attraction.

“No, babe. I want to ride with Scott. He was supposed to ride with me the first time, but bailed last second.”

Scott scoffed in the corral in front of you. “I did not bail on you. I just can’t do back row. Besides, I could tell you were the type to squeeze the life out of my hand and my brother is better at that sort of thing. All muscle. No brain.”

It was Chris’ turn to scoff as he pushed Scott in the chest in retaliation.

“Children…” you threatened. “Let’s switch Zach. You back here with Chris and I’m in front of you with Scott.”

Zach looked to Scott and Scott turned to look at Chris.

“No, baby,” Chris said softly. “Ride with me. It’ll be romantic.” He wrapped his arms around you, caging in your arms at your sides. “Like the first time we rode together. Except this time, we know each other and you aren’t just some random girl my brother stuck me with.”

You dropped your head against his chest. “Mean,” you mumbled.

“Please ride with me. Who better to keep you safe?” he asked sweetly, rocking the two of you back and forth.

You nodded your head against his shoulder.

How long will I give to you As long as I live through you However long you say

The train pulled up and everyone started to board. You got in first with Chris sitting next to you. You pulled the lap bar to you, checking several times that it was in place while Chris fiddled with his pockets. He sometimes liked to pull out his phone and snap selfies while he rode. No doubt he was probably hoping to get some embarrassing shots of you.

The coaster started to move, winding down the grassy path helping to aid in drying your wet hair. This was the part that you were able to keep your eyes open for. Even as the train started its ascent, your eyes remained open. Chris gabbed on to your hand that was closest to him while your other had already cemented itself to the lap bar. He brought your linked hands to his lips kissing it three times.

“I got you,” he said.

“I know. Eyes are closing now. Okay?” you replied.

Chris chuckled. “God, I love you.”

“Lo-love. You. Too. Can’t. Speak. Now.”

Chris chuckled again. But you couldn’t comment on his laughter because you were in freak out mode once again. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t speak. You just needed to hold as tight as you could. Some how Chris’ hand released yours and you quickly grabbed on to the lap bar with that hand as the coaster started to go backwards.

So much for having me. He was going to hear about that.

You felt the drops from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You were too old for this shit and you were putting your foot down, once it was back on ground. No more Everest for you. Ever.

“Babe. Baby. Open your eyes. It’s over with. We’re pulling back into the loading zone.”

You nodded your head and opened your eyes to see that you had just pulled back into the loading zone and surprisingly it was empty as well.

Getting out of the train car on wobbly legs, you followed slowly behind your group. “Did they close this down for us?” you asked.

“Must have,” he answered simply.

Chris grabbed your hand once again and lead you to the where the ride photos displayed on screens. Your group waited patiently for the photos appear while you pulled your phone out of your back pocket.

“You guys do know that they’ll show up automatically on the app, right? We don’t need to wait here. Besides, Scott owes me a drink.”

“Will you just go with the flow for once?” Scott asked. “Some people want to see their pics now rather than waiting for an hour for it to load on the app.” He said pinching your side.

“Ow!” you yelled. “Brat!”

The photos appeared on the screens in front of you capturing everyone’s attention. Looking through each one, you caught the happy and scared expressions on everyone’s face. Your mother, like you, had her eyes closed while your brother’s hands were thrown in the air, blocking the view of Shanna that was behind him.

You found your photo and immediately see that your eyes were shut and you had a tight closed smile on your face. That wasn’t anything new. While Chris would normally have a big grin for the camera with his arms in the air, he was instead looking at you. You walked closer to the screens while others seemed to part giving you a clear path. He had something in his hand. The same hand that was holding yours, but let go during the ride. It was a small black box.

That’s odd.

“Babe?” you called out, still looking at the picture. “What’s in your hand?”

When he didn’t answer, you turned around to look for him, but you didn’t have to look far. Chris stood behind you, one knee on the ground with that same black box in his hand. Your eyes went wide. Your families and friends circled around the two of you with soft smiles on their faces.

“Baby,” Chris said softly. “Baby, please look at me.”

You shook your head out of your thoughts and let your eyes focus on Chris in front of you.

“Hi,” you said hesitantly, causing a few giggles from your group.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Chris replied, licking his lips. “You’ve been a big part of my life since the day you called me babe. I guess I have to thank Scott for that.”

“You owe me!” Scott shouted.

“Anyway,” Chris said, slightly rolling his eyes and giving you a big toothy grin. “I love you sweetheart. I love your independence. I love your heart. I love all the sacrifices you have made to make our life better.”

“You’ve made sacrifices for us too,” you interrupted.

And he had. Over the last year, Chris had cut back on the number of projects he was taking on. He spent a lot more time at home with you and Dodger. He made several trips with you to Minnesota to see your family. The two of you had taken several vacations together. And he didn’t hassle you when you ultimately wrote a story or two while you lounged by the ocean or sat by a roaring fire.

“Sorry,” you smiled. “Please continue.”

“I love that you apologize when you interrupt me,” he joked. You shook your head and stuck your tongue out at him. “You keep me on my toes. You keep me honest. I honest to God wouldn’t know what I would do if you weren’t in my life.”

Chris opened the box revealing a diamond ring in your favorite cut. You often wore a ring that once belonged to your grandmother. You had told him it was your favorite cut and apparently, he had remembered.

You heard a couple of oohs from your group. Chris looked up and gave them a cocky grin. “Do you mind? I’m kind of in the middle of somethin’ here.”

Leave it to Chris to plan an engagement in front of a crowd and keep it light.

He turned back to you and reached for you to come closer, which you did.

“Sweetheart, what I’m trying to say is you’re my other half. Will you make me even happier than I could ever ask for by being my wife?”

You gave him your hand and nodded your head yes. The words weren’t coming out, but apparently that didn’t stop the tears that started to slip down your cheeks.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

You dropped to both of your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck because he was just too far away from you. “Yes,” you whispered into his ear. “Yes, baby. I want you to be my husband.”

“She said yes!” he yelled causing you to laugh and cry even harder into his neck. One of his hands rubbed your back. “So, what do you say Sassy? Are you going to let me put this ring on where it belongs?”

You laughed again and pulled back, whipping the tears from your face. Chris took the ring out of the box and slide it onto your left ring finger.

“I love you,” you mouthed over the chorus of cheers and clapping.

“I love you too, baby.”

How long will I love you As long as stars are above you

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hockeytrashgoblin · 4 years

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Ice Cold ~Part 2

A/N: Hi baby beans! Part 2 coming in hot. Hope you enjoy!! :)

Seeing my pictures in the papers sparked two things, joy and frustration.

Joy because it was so cool to see a picture I took on the front of everyone's sports section. It felt like such an accomplishment. I was really proud of myself.

Frustration because someone had taken pictures of me and William walking around, igniting rumors. I kept my scarf over the bottom half of my face for the subway ride to work. I got there on time and started taking off all the winter layers. I hoped people would forget about that picture by this point, but I was wrong.

"Hey romantic walk in the falling snow." Amy teased me, not looking up from her computer in our office.

"God has everyone seen that?"

"Pretty much. It's been on the news for like a week almost." She clicked out of what she was doing and turned to me. "So tell me everything!"

"There's not really much to tell. We walked around and talked about hockey and our mutual distrust of the general public. He walked me to the subway and I went home."

"Oh come on there has to be some better details in there than that!"

"I mean he said that I was really interesting to him and that he wanted to know me?"

"Alright I guess that's something."

"Oh! Auston Matthews hates me I'm pretty sure!"

"What? Why? Bitch what on earth did you do to Auston Matthews?"

"Nothing! He was mad that William came over to talk to me and just glared the whole fucking time."

"That's weird."

"Right?! Then I could've sworn I saw him across the road when I was going down to the subway but he just disappeared. It was probably nothing but it was so creepy feeling."

"Yeah no I don't like that. Maybe stay away from Auston if you can?"

"I'm definitely going to try to do that."

"You'll have to start after today though."

"Ugh why?"

"A bunch of the leafs will be coming through the studio today. I don't know what it's for, the debrief is on the desk but it's not that helpful. Just says who will be there. Yes William will be too. Don't act like you weren't about to run over to check."

"Hey, I wasn't gonna run. Do I look like I run?" I said gesturing to my body.

"Not really. That's fine though cuz me neither. I like your outfit today though, it's cute! Peter would like." She said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Ew don't start." I looked down at myself. Nothing special or even revealing. Black high-waisted jeans with a baggy sweatshirt tucked into them and bright yellow cheetah printed shoes.

"Well he would." She said getting up and leading the way to the studio.

"Yeah I got that."

"He likes you."

"Got that too."

"You don't like him?"

"He sent me a selfie in his bathtub the other night."

"Was it a good one..?"

"No!" I said shocked that she'd even ask. The leafs were in the studio so I lowered my voice, embarrassed.

"Hey you never know."

"Amy. There is nothing sexy or cute about a grown man sitting in a dirty bathtub. Mix the fact that he had more hair on his chest than a fucking bear and you get a lot of no thanks."

"Yeah that sounds pretty fucked."

"He asked for some bath pictures back. I said no and he didn't listen so I'm not into that at all." I shrugged, handing her the camera. I was supposed to just be assisting with lighting today. The first half of the day went by pretty quickly. We had some craft services taking care of lunch which was nice. It was clear that the team had these kinds of cliques going on. I brought it up to Amy.

"I dunno what do you mean?"

"Like they just split so fast. William, Kasperi, Auston, Mitch, Morgan. And then like literally everyone else. I just thought it was strange."

"Oou here comes lover boy."

"Shut up." I said smacking her arm.

"Poor Peter never had a chance." I glared at her until she left and William walked up.

"Hi frowny."

"Hi."

"So bathtub pictures from Peter huh?" He said with the look of mischief in his eyes.

"Man you really do hear everything. Yes he sent me a picture of him in the tub."

"That's a little forward isn't it? Maybe I'm old fashioned but that seems aggressive."

"No it is aggressive. That's why it seems like it, because it absolutely is. It was gross. Then he was trying to pressure me which was also gross."

"He tried to pressure you?"

"Yeah to send a picture back to him. He didn't accept my first no. Or my third. Or even my 10th. I'm avoiding him."

"I don't blame you." He brushed his fingers across my shoulder. "I'd kill him if I were you."

"It doesn't matter. He's not the first and probably won't be the last."

"That's so awful."

"It's fine. I'll just avoid him."

"But what if you can't?"

"Then I'll deal with it as it comes. It's honestly fine William, I can deal with it." I said putting my hand around his bicep.

"I don't want you to have to though."

"It's alright William I promise. Besides he hasn't texted me since the media ran with that picture. I'm sorry about that by the way. I guess Auston was right to hate me."

"Auston doesn't hate you. It's just complicated that's all. It's nothing against you and everything against people. He doesn't like people either."

"I guess that's fair. Tell him not to look at me like he wants to rip my head off then. It's unnerving."

"Being unnerved by him probably isn't the worst thing in the world."

"Hey Willy, who's this?" Kasperi asked swinging his arm around William's shoulder. William rolled his eyes.

"Kappy she introduced herself at the beginning."

"Sorry I wasn't really paying very close attention. These things are usually kind of boring. No offense."

"None taken. I hate it when I'm on the other side of the camera. It's awful. I'm (y/n)." I said reaching my hand out to shake his extended one.

"Kasperi. It's nice to meet you. Hopefully we'll be seeing you around more." He said grinning at William before leaving.

"Asshole."

"What did he mean by that?"

"It's just been a long time since I was interested in anything except hockey. Me and Kas are roommates and he worries about me sometimes, that's all."

"Oh I see. He seems nice."

"He is! He's a really nice guy. My best friend."

"Well then I guess it's good he doesn't hate me too."

"Auston doesn't hate you."

"I don't believe you."

"Stubborn." He said smiling as he bumped his shoulder into mine.

"That's meeeee."

"Can I get your number? Or will you be stubborn on that too?"

"I dunno.." I said pretending go think about it making him laugh.

"I promise I won't send you pictures of me in the bathtub."

"Oh alright then sure." I took his phone and typed out my number in contacts. "Although I don't think I'd really mind one from you. You still wouldn't get one back though."

"I would never ask for one."

"You're a gentleman William."

"Hardly, but I try my best."

"What are you doing after this?"

"Um I didn't really have any big plans afterwards. I have plans right after I'm done here but I'm free about 30 minutes later. Why?"

"I was wondering if you maybe wanted to do something after. Like get a coffee or something maybe?"

"Why do you sound so unsure?"

"Because I am unsure?"

"But why?"

"I'd rather not go into all my insecurities right now at work."

"Alright I can respect that. We will talk about them later though, because they're silly and unnecessary in this situation."

"Are they?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Why?"

"I think you are the sweetest thing."

"William.."

"I mean it. You don't have anything to be nervous about. I'd love to get coffee with you after." He said with a warm smile.

"Okay." I said matching the smile.

The rest of the photoshoot went by pretty quickly. Whether that was because it was faster or because I was floating on cloud 9 that William didn't reject me. The boys left and I went back to the office with Amy after tearing down our little set.

"So, a date with William huh?"

"I don't know if it's a date really. It's just coffee."

"Oh come on you're blushing so hard! It's a date!"

"Shut up!"

"What did he say to you before that made you blush?"

"Man you notice everything." I mumbled.

"You could see it across the studio! Now what did he say!"

"He said he thought I was the sweetest thing and to not be so insecure around him because he thinks I'm interesting." I said blushing again thinking about it.

"This is such a date!"

"No. Now stop yelling."

"How? Tell me how this is not a date?"

"I don't know if he thinks of it as one that's all." I said shrugging.

"I do." William said making me jump.

"Holy fuck."

"At least if you wanted it to be of course."

"How long have you been standing here for?"

"Not long at all." He said with a smirk.

"Uuugh liar. You heard everything didn't you?"

"Perhaps." He said laughing as I groaned and slid down my chair. "Hello Amy, nice to see you again."

"Yeah you too Will. We're just about done here so you can take her away."

"I will do just that." He grabbed my coat off the hook and held it out. I tried to grab it but he pulled back. "Turn around."

"Uh okay.." I did as I was told and let him slip it over my shoulders. It was a strangely intimate moment. Amy broke it with a cough hiding her laugh although not very well. I kicked my shoes off and put my boots on.

"Bye (y/n) see you this weekend!"

"Yeah see you."

"Bye Amy."

"Bye Will."

We walked out of the building pretty quietly except me saying thank you to him opening doors for me. We started towards the closest Tim Horton's.

"So you didn't want this to be a date?" He asked.

"What? No of course I wanted it to be!" I blushed really hard at that one. "Uh I mean.."

"I was under the assumption that it was one but after overhearing your conversation I wasn't sure."

"No one likes an eavesdropper William." I teased elbowing him in the side. "I just didn't know if you'd want it to be."

"I told you you didn't have to be so unsure. I think you're lovely. I should be so lucky to have you want to go on a date with me."

"I think you've definitely got that backwards. I'm the lucky one."

"We could argue that all day and with how stubborn you are I'm sure you would, but I'd rather not."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Nothing to be sorry about."

"I am pretty stubborn. It's not cute." I said laughing.

"I have a hard time believing there's anything about you that isn't cute." He said opening the door for me.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding once inside the warm store. William led me to the back of the store to sit. He pulled out my chair for me. I blushed again of course.

"What would you like to drink?"

"What no William I'm paying."

"I hardly think so. Tell me what you want stubborn girl."

"A small candycane hot chocolate."

"Alright. See was that so hard?"

"Don't get all grin-y and triumphant. I only gave in because you weren't going to budge."

"That's all it takes?" He asked laughing, walking away to order. He came back a minute later with drinks. "Careful it's hot."

"Thank you but you really didn't have to pay. I invited you. I feel bad."

"Don't feel bad. I have money to spare."

"It's not the money, it's the principle of it."

"I don't believe that women should pay for a first date. Or any date for that matter."

"How come? Most guys don't want to pay."

"I'm a little old fashioned, as I said the other night."

"It's like you're from a completely different time."

"Maybe I am." He said raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah maybe. You're definitely sweeter than any guy I've ever met."

"That's very nice of you to say since people say I'm heartless."

"I have a hard time believing that."

"You haven't seen me in a light that would make you believe it."

"I really don't think I would think that anyway. Even after seeing you in a light that doesn't make you look that great."

"I hope you never see me that way so we don't have to find out."

"We probably won't. I can't see you ever doing anything really bad."

"I love your faith in me. It's sweet."

"You're sweet."

"Thank you." He murmured with warm eyes.

"Um you're welcome."

"Why are you blushing?"

"Sorry, you just do this thing and it makes me feel weird."

"I'm sorry."

"No don't be, it's a good weird. I just forget everything I'm thinking. Like my brain goes dumb or something."

"And that's a good thing?" He asked skeptically.

"Well I mean maybe not the dumb brain part but it feels good. Warm." It was almost like I forgot I was speaking out loud. I looked into his eyes and got embarrassed. "Sorry that was weird to say and probably too much, I'm so sorr-"

"Hey shh." He said putting his hand over mine. "You're fine."

"I'm just worried I'm gonna be weird and it'll be too much."

"You aren't too much. Do you want to go walk around a bit?"

"Sure I'd like that."

We walked out of the Tim Horton's and started down the road. It was really cold with the wind whipping around the buildings off the lake.

"I don't know how you're not freezing right now."

"I spend my life on ice. I'm used to the cold."

"But the wind is so awful. You don't deal with that on the ice."

"That is true. You really caught me there." He mumbled.

"It must just be cuz you're a boy. Boys never get cold."

"That could be, darling. Now tell me why you were so unsure asking me to hangout."

"So you didn't forget about that huh?"

"Pfft hardly. Tell me."

"It's going to sound so stupid to you I bet."

"Try me."

"I've just had a lot of really bad experiences with dating. I'm not usually the kind of person people want to date. They all think I'm only good for one thing if you know what I mean."

"You thought I was just messing with your feelings?"

"I dunno. You could be. You're way out of my league, you could've just felt bad for me and are being nice."

"That's so ridiculous (y/n).. I would never ever do that to you. I don't feel bad for you at all. Well maybe that you had to see a picture of Peter in a dirty bathtub." He said with a wink making me laugh.

"God it was so awful Will. I haaated it."

"Well it sounds like you had every reason to."

"That's also why I was feeling kind of bad today.. he just kind of solidified that I'm only good for sex and that isn't the kind of person I want to be."

"That is absolutely not what kind of person you are. You never have to be that person again." He said staring at me intently. I half hoped he meant that he was going to be sticking around for a long time but the insecurity in me shut that thought down.

"I have so much more to offer, ya know?"

"I don't know but I look forward to learning everything else you have to offer." He said slipping his hand into mine and intertwining our fingers. I smiled and looked up to meet his kind eyes. "If you'll permit me of course."

"I'm starting to think that all the walls I have built up are going to crumble with you."

"Good. I want that. Eventually all my guarded walls will come down too I believe. You seem to have that effect on people. I mean just look how comfortable Peter is!" He joked as I groaned loudly, making him light up with laughter. It really made me happy that I could cause that reaction.

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ptergwen · 4 years

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i could totally picture best friend peter doing the thigh tiktok (basically all the guys w thicc girls in their lives lay with their head between the girls thighs but like laying on their back and the girl like plays w their hair) bc you asked him to and wanted to see what the hype was about and he’s really comfy until he realizes that he can just flip over and have his face in your pussy and now he’s hard

omg i saw the original and i swear my first thought was imagine this with peter.. let’s get into it

you’re scrolling through your for you page while peter plays subway surfers next to you. something comes up that gives you an idea. it’s kind of a thing you’re supposed to do with your s/o, but peter is the closest you have to one. you shut your phone off and lay it on your stomach.

“peter?” you turn your head to look at him. he pauses the game. “yeah?” “i wanna try something.” squinting at you, he shifts a little closer. “what is it?” you’re not sure how to word it. he might get shy on you. you always notice how flustered he becomes whenever you touch him. it’s cute, but it’s also the thing that makes him your best friend instead of your boyfriend. you can’t do any couple stuff.

you pat the spot on the bed by your legs. “just... c’mere.” he’s confused. “but you’re already there. are you gonna move or-“ “i saw this tiktok. i’ll show you it so i don’t have to explain.” peter leans over to see your phone after you pull it up. you glance at him while he watches, and you were right. his cheeks are getting pinker every second. he’s quiet at first when it’s over.

“oh.” “yeah,” you laugh out. “you wanna do that with me?” shrugging your shoulders, you lay on your back again. “it looks nice, and you like when people play with your hair.” that’s the one thing he doesn’t get embarrassed about with you. you’ve styled his hair more times than he has. it relaxes him. “i mean, we don’t have to.” you’re trying to act casual about it, but you really want him to say yes. “no, i’m down.” he gives you a reassuring smile. you smile back.

peter waits for you to part your legs, then moves down on the bed. you prop yourself up against your pillow so he can lay there. he’s between your thighs now, hooking an arm around one of them. your hands are in his hair. you run your fingers through his gelled curls. he considers pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, but realizes that might cross some barriers.

“i like this.” you grin, using your fingers to comb his hair. “me too. you’re really comfy,” peter chuckles and squeezes you lightly. he exhales in content at the feeling of what you’re doing. there’s a comfortable silence between you two as you lay like this. it gives peter some thinking time. of course, all his thoughts are about you. he’s using your thighs as a pillow right now.

it crosses his mind that he’s also dangerously close to your pussy. all he has to do is flip himself over. he’d be eating you out if he wouldn’t get all blushy over asking you. he’s thought about that way before today. the idea of it works him up. now he has a boner. this was supposed to be innocent and sweet, and he can’t get the way you’d taste out of his brain.

you can feel peter tense up. your fingers tug gently at his hair. “i’m not, like, crushing you or anything, right?” you joke. he shakes his head with a breathy laugh, trying to adjust himself so you don’t see he’s hard. it only draws your attention. “you’re good. perfect.” you bite down on your lip. “are you?” “i’m, uh, i’m okay.” you’re starting to feel the same way he is. one of your hands grabs his that’s already on you.

“i think you should turn around.”

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bucky-iss-bae · 4 years

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Reminiscences - Peter Hale x OFC (Part 3)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Peter Hale x OFC (Calla)

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: None - Slow Start I guess

Summary: Calla has grown up as Derek’s best friend, she’s known the Hales her whole life,she’s known their secrets and everything in Beacon Hills. Things in Beacon Hills are quiet, the pack are a family, and Calla realises that Peter knows more of her secrets than she realises.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy, sorry for the mistakes and cheesiness, any feedback is welcome x

Peter Hale x OFC - Reminiscences Part 2

Part 3

“I am so happy you asked about coming out, we literally have not been on a night out in forever. And considering there’s only 2 of us single ones left out of everyone we need to be getting out there and being each other’s wing women” My closest friend Camilla said to me. Calla and Camilla, two girls who went through school then trained to be teachers together.

I laughed, “Trust me, everyone else is getting engaged, getting married, having kids. I made a tinder account, and I’m never going on it again” I said to her.

“Ohhh why not?” She asked me waiting for the tea, although I hate to disappoint.

“So, a couple of girls swiped right on a guy that I think I hate but probably don’t and I’m still avoiding him. Its someone I know by the way, someone I know very well”

“It was a match wasn’t it?” She said with a sly grin.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes. But forget that, and him because tomorrow I will be your wing woman, and you’ll be mine. We’ll find hot guys to potentially hook up with or maybe even date, and all will be well, or we could just have some girly fun, dance with one another. So many options” I said to her.

“Touché to that” She agreed, we then went into a few stores. We went to Sephora, getting some makeup, Victoria secret, because it’s my favourite shop. And a few other places to get new shoes and clothes.

We had spent hours trying on different outfits, and shopping, and when we finally got everything we needed we retreated to the car. Rather than dropping her off home, we went for food instead so we could sit and talk rather than walking around and having our catch up.

“How’s work going?” She asked me.

I smiled, “I’m enjoying it. I’m getting alright money, good hours, and doing what I enjoy, I don’t need to be a full time teacher. Not yet at least. Although I am qualified. I might apply for a teaching job next year”

She nodded, “You’re lucky you chose younger kids. I hate teaching older students. And let me tell you Beacon Hills High, its accident prone”

I chuckled, “I know. The kids theyre not too bad though”

She nodded, “Listen, I look out for the boys you’re friends with. I don’t even know how you became friends with them, so please. Explain”

“Through Derek. I’m not sure if you know Scott and Stiles? Stiles being the sheriffs son?” I asked.

She nodded, “Heard of them, they graduated last year right?”

I nodded, “Yeah, Derek is dating Stiles, and well Scott is basically friends with Liam, Mason, and yeah those boys”

“They’re good kids. Just distracted sometimes. Liam’s anger has been improved since he’s been friends with Scott though”

I nodded, “Yeah, he’s a good kid, which now sounds weird considering you’re his teacher and he’s... a friend? Like a brother maybe”

She started to laugh, “At one point I was convinced you and Derek were going to end up together” She said.

I snorted at that, “That’s likely. I mean he’s like a brother to me. But sometimes I just feel like he thinks he has to be my friend, like I’m some extra baggage, just because he’s scared that I might fall to pieces one day. Because I have no family, and he thinks he should put it upon himself to have this family picture that he’s got. Because he’s happy now, and I don’t want to ruin that and as happy as I am for him, and as happy as I am at the moment, I’m just not content with life. I feel like I’m at that age where, there’s more I could be doing, that I want to be doing”

“You know you’ve always got us babe. I mean we survived high school, college, and now work. You were there for me when my parents got a divorce, when my mom decided to go off the rails, and so much more, and I was there for you when your parents passed. So no matter what we’ve got each other. And we’re still young, sure we’re closer to 30 than we are to 20, but who cares. We have so much going for us in life, we’re younger, hot and do not need to be content just yet.”

I grinned at this girl, “Fucking hell we don’t meet up enough, you’re literally inspiring me, reminding me of the family I do have rather than the opposite”

She snorted, “You’re telling me. I’m going out on a school night, to get drunk in a bar, just so my best friend and I can have a night that we’ll forget by the following morning”

“Thank you by the way, for everything. I mean I know that we don’t hang out nearly enough, and we really probably should because facetime calls aren’t always enough”

“I know, and we will, at least we stay in touch, some people don’t”

I had to agree with her there, I mean both of us haven’t even left beacon hills yet. But we’ll get the chance one day. Soon.

Whilst we were eating, my phone decided on going off causing me to groan. Derek’s name popped up, and considering I hadn’t bothered messaging him since yesterday, I was shocked he even called.

“What?” She asked me.

I shook my head and tapped the red button.

“You realize he’ll know that you purposely hung up right?”

I nodded, “Good he needs to know”

“Ok, remind me not to get on the wrong side of you”

I grinned at her, but we both carried on eating, this time with lighter conversation.

By the time school had finished the following day, my phone had been bombarded with both texts and calls off of Derek, a few even off Peter. I ignored them because I had to get ready.

But obviously they didn’t know that, and instead I carried on getting calls.

By the time I was ready, Camilla was in my apartment doing her own hair, I had to do her makeup, and by the time it hit half 9 we were ready to meet the others, another one of our friends was picking us up, especially since she nor her sister drink, but they both know how to have a good time.

“Cannot tell you how excited I am for tonight” Camilla squealed as we got in the car. I laughed at her behaviour as I have been this last half hour as she sang around my apartment. You would think we’re officially legal and allowed in a club for the first time rather than professional teachers.

“Same. Also just so you two know, I am getting so wasted I won’t even remember my own name. So sober friends, please support me” I told them.

“You hear this grown ass woman? She’s supposed to be a teacher” Cait said to her sister, I just laughed at them but was so excited because I am finally going to let loose and have fun, and not worry about anyone or anything else. I have no work tomorrow, I have no plans aside from recovering from this hangover.

As soon as we got to the club we met up with everyone else, it was nice because there was a big group of us. Although I didn’t completely know everyone, a few others invited others, and it just branched out. I squealed, I hugged a lot of people and I did not hesitate when it came to taking shots.

“Come on lets go dance” Camilla said to me grabbing my hand and dragging me to the dance floor. I laughed and went along with her, one thing I pride myself on is being able to dance, I have got the hips to move to any beat, and I do. I danced with all the girls, and with a few guys, I drank and drank and I’ll probably be dead tomorrow but I don’t care.

“That guy keeps staring at you. I think he wants some of this” Camilla slurred whilst grabbing my behind.

I giggled and slapped her hand away turning to see where she was looking, as soon as I did I rolled my eyes, “He’s a creep. Lets go find some hot guys” I told her grabbing her hand feeling slightly sober than I was a few minutes ago, but we all knew that wasn’t the case.

“I already have” She grinned whilst pulling me towards someone, I quickly glanced back hoping Peter wasn’t there anymore. Despite being drunk, I had some senses, and as much as I want to be a lightweight, it takes too much to get me drunk, alcohol poisoning ttoo much.

But much to my displeasure he was making his way towards us.

I groaned and turned back around picking up the pace, basically dragging Cam to where a few other of our friends were,

“You alright girl?” Cait asked me.

I grimaced, “I drank too much but I’m not drunk enough. This one on the other hand” I muttered.

Cait started to laugh looking at Camilla she handled her alcohol the same way a teenager does, she still has work in the morning.

“Calla” I heard a voice from behind me.

Cait looked at himbwith slihglty narrowed eyes, “Whose he?” She asked me whilst staring him down.

I shook my head, “No one. If you ignore him, he’ll go away, now come on let’s go get me some more drinks” I said to her walking past her, a hand grabbing my arm stopped me.

“Calla. You’ve had enough, now I’m taking you home”

I yanked my arm out of his grip, my heartbeat increasing and I turned to face him, I could see his eyes slowly starting to glow in these luminous lights within the nightclub.

“Leave me alone.” I said through gritted teeth. His face was the last one I wanted to see, he is the last person I want to be around. He probably knows how I feel yet still talks to me like I’m shit. He has no fucking right. And tonight was supposed to be getting away from him!

“Calla... is everything alright?” Cait asked me.

“Yes. He’s just going”

“No I’m not” Peter said to her, “I’m actually taking her, she knows who I am, and she’s safe with me. I’m related to her friend Derek” He explained.

“Is he?” Cait asked me looking more scared and worried than anyone, because she’s the only one noticing what’s going on.

“Yes he is. Now Peter will you fucking leave” I said still trying to get out of his grip.

He had that same smirk on his face, “Not without you sweetheart”

“Do you want me to call the police?” Cait whispered to me causing Peter to laugh humorously.

I shook my head knowing that I would not win this, “I’ll message you later, you go have fun alright. Just make sure Cam doesn’t end up going home with a complete stranger, and thank you for offering to take me home” I said kissing her cheek,

She smiled at me, “Message me when you get home” She said to me and I nodded promising. I then yanked my arm out of Peters grip and glared at him whilst walking past him.

Peter Hale x OFC - Reminiscences Part 4

#Peter Hale #Peter Hale Imagine #Peter Hale Fan Fic #peter hale fanfiction #Teen Wolf #Peter Hale x OFC #OFC #Teen Wolf Fic #Teen Wolf Fan Fiction #AU #Teen Wolf AU #Peter Hale is a good guy #Kind of #Reminiscences

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125 How I Met Your Mother Prompts

More prompts this one is mega long but broken up by character. I think it’s a pretty good mix of funny and angsty. Break at 15.

Barney Stinson

1 “You know what NAME needs to do. He needs to stop being sad. When I get sad, I stop being sad, and be awesome instead. True story.”

2 “A lie is just a great story that someone ruined with the truth.”

3 “ It's going to be legen...wait for it...and I hope you're not lactose-intolerant cause the second half of that word is...dairy!”

4 “Suit up!”

5 “Believe it or not, I was not always as I am today.”

6 “I realized that I'm searching, searching for what I really want in life. And you know what? I have absolutely no idea what that is.”

7 “Every Halloween, I bring a spare costume, in case I strike out with the hottest boy/girl at the party. That way, I have a second chance to make a first impression.”

8 “Whatever you do in this life, it’s not legendary unless your friends are there to see it.”

9 “Three days. We wait three days to call a man/woman, because that's how long Jesus wants us to wait... True story.”

10 “There’s three rules of cheating: 1. It’s not cheating if you’re not the one who’s married. 2. It’s not cheating if his/her name has two adjacent vowels. 3. And it's not cheating if he’s/she’s from a different area code.”

11 “I peed in an alley which happened to have a church which I did not see because I was drunk.”

12 “I'm such a mess. Why do you even like me?” “I guess, because you're almost as messed up as I am.”

13 “In my body, where the shame gland should be, there is a second awesome gland. True story.”

14 “Do you have some puritanical hang up on prostitution? Dude, it’s the world’s oldest profession.”

15 “Here’s the mini-cherry on top of the regular cherry on top of the sundae of awesomeness that is my life.”

16 “God, it’s me, NAME. What up? I know we don’t talk much, but I know a lot of guys/girls call out your name because of me.”

17 “Okay, pep talk! You can do this, but to be more accurate, you probably can’t. You’re way out of practice and he’s/she’s way too hot for you. So, remember, it’s not about scoring. It’s about believing you can do it, even though you probably can’t. Go get ‘em, tiger!”

18 “De — wait for it — nied! Denied! We’re goin’ out tomorrow night.”

19 “Step six is called purg— wait for it. Keep waiting. Keep waiting for all of eternity only to discover that there’s no escape —atory.”

20 “I think tonight is going to be de — wait for it — lightful.”

21 “Ted, tonight is gonna be — wait for it — dary! Wait, no, that’s not it. How do I usually say it?”

22 “You watch, NAME, tonight is going to be legen— it’s the night we stole a camel! Which means it will be full of drama —dary.”

23 “I’m just gonna grab this star to put on top of the tree. It’s gonna be legend— wait for it —merry.”

24 “Haaaave you met NAME?”

25 “Challenge accepted!”

Robin Scherbatsky

26 “Oh, come on, ref! I haven't seen that much hooking go unpunished since my last trip to Vegas.“

27 “Just be yourself. Say something nice.” “Which one? I can't do both.”

28 “Before you know it, you'll be marrying a man/woman who once ate a vanilla-scented candle!” “That was on me. I shouldn't have left it in the kitchen. Though, it was lit. Man, he/she dumb.”

29 “Destined? Aren't you tired of waiting for destiny, NAME? Isn't it time to make your own destiny?“

30 “NAME was great.” “Exactly, and you threw it all away to chase after some hot piece of ass.” “You mean you?” “Thank you!”

31 “Oh, we're busting apple bags? I can bust apple bags.“

32 “NAME, I am not ready for them to find out about us.” “Then you're gonna have to stay in there for the entire trilogy. Don't worry, it's only 382 minutes.” “Nerd!”

33 “You know NAME? Been thinking about it. Guess it's kind of nice you're such a bad-ass.” “It's pretty bad-ass you're so nice, NAME.”

34 “14 seconds! And already some dingdong is stepping up, thinking he can get some of this broke off.”

35 “But timing is a bitch.”

36 “Well, maybe this isn't a breakup. Maybe this is two friends getting back together.“

37 “There's something between us. Maybe my head was saying, 'nip it in the bud', because my heart was saying something else ...”

38 “I just finished a seven-day cleanse.” “I thought you just started that yesterday.” “I finished early, okay?”

39 “NAME! I just had a great idea!” “Oh, do whatever you want to me, just don't wake me up.”

40 “Okay, I've missed you. Not in a 'we're gonna make out' way, not even in an 'I forgive you' way. Just in an 'I've missed you' way.”

41 “I may not love you the way you love me, but I do love you.”

42 “But ... umm.”

43 “Why am I constantly looking for reasons not to be happy?”

44 “Oh, that’s right. I’m alone.”

45 “I’m gonna give you summer teeth ... some’re here, some’re there.”

46 “You can’t run back to the past because it’s familiar.”

47 “Nobody asked you, NAME.”

48 “It’s one thing to not want something. It’s another to be told you can’t have it.”

49 "I am never going to have closure. Okay, closure doesn't exist."

50 “You are going to miss out on something great.”

Ted Mosby

51 "If you're not scared then you're not taking a chance. And if you're not taking a chance, then what the hell are you doing anyway?"

52 “You can ask the universe for signs all you want but ultimately we'll only see what we want to see...when we're ready to see it.”

53 "Nothing good happens after 2:00 am… when 2:00 am rolls around, just go home and go to sleep."

54 "The more you fight it, the worse it’s gonna get. It’s like when your car slides on ice, you steer into the skid."

55 "Sorry, Peter. We're grown ups now, we can't fly to Nevrland with you anymore."

56 "I wound up shame-eating the whole pizza. I woke up all greasy and sweaty. My sheets looked like what they wrap deli sandwiches in. Maybe I should join a gym. Do you go to a gym?"

57 "People make fun of the guy/girl who stays home every night doing nothing, but the truth is that guy/girl is a genius.”

58 “Love doesn't make sense! You can't logic your way into or out of it. Love is totally nonsensical. But we have to keep doing it or else we're lost and love is dead, and humanity should just pack it in. Because love is the best thing we do.”

59 “Everyone has an opinion on how long it takes to recover from a breakup.”

60 “There are a lot of little reasons why the big things in our lives happen.”

61 “There are two big days in any love story: the day you meet the guy/girl of your dreams and the day you marry him/her.”

62 ““I’m crazy about you. I think we should be together. What do you say?” “Yes. No. Maybe.” “Those are the three options.”

63 “The littlest thing can cause a ripple effect that changes your life.”

64 “It's kind of insane how much happened in just a day and a half.”

65 “Whether a gesture's charming or alarming, depends on how it's received.”

66 “Because sometimes even if you know how something's gonna end that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the ride.”

67 “Shouldn't we hold out for the person who doesn't just tolerate our little quirks but actually kinda likes them?”

68 “I used to be in such a hurry all the time. Everything was so urgent. Now I figured, if it's going to happen it'll happen when it happens. I'm not going anywhere, he’s/she's not going anywhere. What's the rush, right?”

69 “I think for the most part if you're really honest with yourself about what you want out of life, life gives it to you.”

70 “We spend so much effort trying to keep parts of our lives hidden, even from our closest friends, that in those rare times when we do open up, it's amazing how minor those secrets all end up being.”

71 “You may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone's face, but there's a third option: You can just let it go, and only when you do that is it really gone and you can move forward.”

72 “I'm sorry, when I'm excited I abbreviate words I shouldn't.”

73 “We gotta wait for the real thing, no matter how tough it gets.”

74 “When you believe in people, people come through.”

75 “If you love something, you can never let it go. Not even for a second. Or it's gone forever.“

76 “Hey ref! Check your voicemail, I think you've missed a few calls!“

77 “Turns out, when you projectile vomit on skates, you roll right into the spray.“

78 “NAME, if you asked a hundred people: 'Who's the worst person you could possibly date?' They'd all say 'your therapist', except the ones saying 'NAME'.”

79 “Sometimes our best decisions are the ones that don't make any sense at all.“

80 “We've always been a trio! We're right up there with Batman and Robin and Alfred. Romeo and Juliet and the apothecary. Salt and pepper and cumin.“

Lily Aldrin

81 “You guys dated before. That time counts. The clock doesn't reset to zero. It un-pauses from where you left off.”

82 “We struggle so hard to hold on to these things that we know are gonna disappear eventually. And that’s really noble.”

83 “You can’t just skip ahead to where you think your life should be.”

84 “I know it's a mistake, but there are certain things in life where you know it's a mistake but you don't really know it's a mistake because the only way to really know it's a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say 'yep, that was a mistake.' So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake, because then you'd go your whole life not knowing if something is a mistake or not.”

85 “Yes, I'm in a rotten mood. No, I don't want to talk about it. Yes, this has booze in it. No, it's not my first.”

86 “The 'no more surprises'-thing is the best part of being married.”

87 “So, what do you want to do tonight? Drink ourselves blind, set a car on fire? Oh, watch a movie that doesn't start with a desk lamp jumping on top of a capital 'I'?”

88 “Baby, you're like 20 slutty chicks all rolled into one.” “Sweet-talk is not gonna change my mind!”

89 “So this is what you guys do? You invite other couples over for dinner, to judge them and feel superior?” “Oh, grow up, NAME, that's why any couple invites anyone over ever!”

90 “I think my soul just threw up a little bit.“

91 “Your heart's talking to you, NAME. Do you have the guts to listen to it?”

92 “I don't care if the dishes aren't done, okay? If you care, you do it.” “Great, then I don't care if you have an orgasm. If you care, you do it.”

93 “Who wants hot-wings?” “I'm in... or maybe we should just pour hot-sauce on NAME, since he's/she’s a total chicken.”

94 “I hate how you're always right.” “It's my best, and most annoying, trait.“

95 “Sex now, we'll do the foreplay after.“

96 “NAME check it! Three blond babies drinking bad-decision-juice at eight o'clock.”

97 “If you keep lying to me, if you keep cutting me out of decisions, if you keep using words like winning and losing when you talk about our marriage, you are going to lose me.”

98 “Why not just say goodbye to the bad things?”

99 “Say goodbye to all the times you felt lost, to all the times it was a no instead of a yes, to all the scrapes and bruises, to all the heartache.”

100 “Where’s the poop, NAME? Where’s the poop?”

Marshall Eriksen

101 “Hey I have given up peeing in the shower for you!”

102 “Why does he/she keep doing this? He meets them. He/She likes them way too much. He/She goes way too big too soon. He/She ends up blowing it. I can't take this any more. He's/She’s fallen in love so many times now.”

103 “Ow! Paper cut ... Death is all around us.”

104 “This is a pie chart describing my favorite bars. And this is a bar graph describing my favorite pies.”

105 “It's a little late but WHAT THE BALLS IS THIS?”

106 “Hey baby, it's me. Can you bail me out of jail? I thought I saw big foot in Central Park so I tackled him. But it turned out to be Russell Brand.”

107 “Being in a relationship is hard. And committing, making sacrifices it's hard. But if it's the right person, it's easy. Looking at that guy/girl, and knowing he’s/she's all you really want out of life, that should be the easiest thing in the world. And if it's not like that then he’s/she's not the one.”

108 “Here's the thing, NAME. I'm snuggly. You're not. Who wouldn't want to snuggle up next to this business on a Sunday morning? Wrapped in comfort and it's raining outside and there's muffins warming in the oven. I'm cuddly bitch. Deal with it.”

109 “He’s:She's never seen Star Wars?! NAME, the only people in the universe who haven't seen Star Wars are the characters in Star Wars. And that's cause they lived them, NAME! That's cause they lived the Star Wars.”

110 “Love died. The love that made you all believe in love, that's dead now.”

111 “I’ve never asked NAME to do anything ‘no questions asked’ because I never wanted to. He’s/She’s the love of my life. I never keep anything from him/her.”

112 “Happy Slapsgiving!”

113 “This is what I miss about being in a couple. I always had someone to go to concerts with, or farmer's market, or brunch. God, I miss brunch!” “Well, I guess you could - well, you could try going to brunch alone.” “Oh, you don't think I've tried?” [FLASHBACK] “Table for one.” “One... Couple?” “Um, no, just me.” “Really? For brunch?” “You're right. Who am I kidding?” [Leaves restaurant. End of Flashback] “Oh, the Popover Pantry! That place is great. Can we go get brunch tomorrow?” “Of course, sweetie.” “Can I go with you guys?” ��Really? For brunch?”

114 “That’s life, you know. We never end up where you thought you wanted to be.”

115 “That cake. Best cake I ever had. Seriously, my stomach was like, ‘Hey bro, I don’t know what you’re eating cause I don’t have any eyes but it’s basically awesome, so keep sending it down Gullet Alley.’”

116 “Revenge fantasies never work out the way you want.”

117 “I’m a good boyfriend/girlfriend in my sleep.”

118 “You have to let me dance my own battles.”

119 “One good deed leads to another and another.”

120 “Look at us, riding around in a limo, eating hot dogs…it’s like we’re the president.”

121 “All hail beercules!”

122 “I don’t know what to do with my hands. What do I normally do with my hands?”

123 “Hey, baby.” “We hate NAME now. Get on board or the sexting stops.” “NAME’s a son of a bitch!”

124 “Are these chicken wings or angel wings? God, I love these things.”

125 “Oh, and you think you can step up to me? To me?!”

#how i met your mother prompts #how i met your mother quotes #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #drabble prompts #robin scherbatsky #ted mosby #barney stinson #marshall eriksen #lily aldrin #long post #read more

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hollandspiderling · 4 years

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Homecoming Redemption || Part One - The Planning

Summary: After everything that has happened to Peter, all he wanted was to have some sort of normalcy for his senior year. With the new school year finally underway, so far everything seems to be going to plan. He and his friends are trying to not let the effects of recent events get the best of them and everyone is moving forward. Now with the homecoming dance quickly approaching, what will Peter do once he realizes that he needs to find a date?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: Mild swearing in this part!

Author’s Note: Sorry the first part was released a day later, lovies. Something came up with my family last night and I wasn’t able to finish writing it. But without further ado, here is the first part! Also, I apologize if this was a little shorter than usual, a lot of things happened unexpectedly and I still wished to give you guys an update. Hope you guys like it, hehe. ^^~ xoxo, Astrid ❤

Teaser | Prologue | Part One | Part Two

“Ugh, training days are always the longest.”

Peter laughed to himself as he watched you throw yourself onto his bed and rubbed your sore muscles. Steve finally let you guys off the hook after watching the two of you spar against one another for a good two hours. He watched as you lazily grabbed onto one of his pillows and turned on the TV in his room. It was a habit of yours to waste time in his room whenever you guys trained because it was closest to the compound’s gym. The two of you would usually end up having a movie marathon or work on homework together because Bruce would be on your asses if any of the Avengers found out that your grades managed to slip.

He shook his head and threw the towel he had around his neck at you. You playfully gagged when it landed on your face and tossed it to the ground.

“Not cool, Parker.”

“Get off of my bed, missy. You already know the drill.”

You rolled your eyes and slid off his bed before going towards his closet. Rummaging through your stash of comfy clothes you had stored there; you grabbed a fresh set of clothes and began to make your way towards his bathroom.

“I’ll be back in ten.”

Peter hummed in acknowledgment as he threw his training bag towards his bed and walked towards his desk. Turning on his laptop, he saw that the people he needed to talk to was online and immediately requested them to join a group Skype session. A relieved smile crept onto his face when they appeared on his screen and nervously cracked his knuckles.

“So, guys��I need your help…”

Ned’s laugh echoed through his room and Peter sighed in relief when he heard the shower turn on. He was afraid that you might hear the conversation he was having with the rest of your friends. MJ raised an eyebrow at him, and he watched as she settled her laptop in a more comfortable position on her bed.

“Ned was catching me up with what happened this afternoon. You aren’t going to let Brad win, are you?”

“No, no, no of course not! I just don’t think she’d actually say yes if I asked her.”

MJ’s jaw dropped and gave him an incredulous look.

“Are you shitting me right now, Parker?”

He groaned and let his head fall into his hands.

“Now isn’t the time for this MJ…”

“You must be one of the slowest guys I know and yet the city of New York depends on you.”

Ned snickered and Peter glared at him through his monitor. He threw his hands up in response and twirled around in his chair.

“Peter, you gotta have more confidence in yourself dude. You guys are close and I’m pretty sure she’d prefer to have you as her date over Brad.”

“So have you figured out his plan, yet?”

Ned shook his head and MJ casually flipped through her notes and said, “He’s planning on asking her during lunch in front of the whole school.”

“How’d you know?”

She shrugged and said, “He wouldn’t stop yapping about it in our art class. I was trying to finish the sketch I was doing but he was being too annoying.”

“Leave it up to MJ to have ears for everything,” Ned said and Peter laughed in response.

“So all we have to do is make sure he doesn’t make it to lunch then.”

“Exactly, Pete. Should we meet up tomorrow to discuss further details?”

Peter looked at him with his eyebrows pinched and asked, “Why would-“

“Ned! MJ! What’s up?”

His eyes widened as he felt your hands on his shoulders and you leaned down to greet them. He gulped and readjusted his position as the familiar scent of the body wash you left in his bathroom filled his senses. Unconsciously, he leaned against your arms as your head casually rested on his shoulder.

“What have you guys been talking about?”

“Oh nothing, we were just going over where we should meet up for the dance.” MJ swiftly covered and her eyes were studying the both of you.

Your eyes met hers and you gave her a look before smiling at the two of them. She laughed and shook her head.

“This just proves my case.”

“MJ, shut up.”

She couldn’t help but snicker at your response and Ned sighed. “Women and their ability to have many silent conversations to themselves.”

Peter snapped out of his daze when you moved away and felt his cheeks burn. The rapid beating of he felt in his chest threw him off and all he could do was sigh to himself, trying to process what just happened in the span of fifteen seconds. He sighed as he looked back and you were already on the other side of the room looking for a hoodie to steal from him again.

“Meet at the library tomorrow during free period.” He said and the other two nodded before he ended the call.

You smiled at him when he got up from his desk and joined you on his bed. He let out another sigh as he laid face down on his pillow and you could tell he was thinking about something. With your eyes glued to the latest episode of Love Island, you simply began to run a hand through his hair. Ned’s words from earlier that day ran through his head as all of the symptoms were ringing throughout his body. He realized how much he realized he looked forward to seeing you every day. He was frustrated to only recognize that the butterflies in his stomach were not from nervousness but because of what he was feeling towards you. He loved the way how you were a constant in his life. His mind flashed back to when you had fallen asleep on his shoulder earlier. He admired the way your hair fell over your face like a curtain covering you from what was around you. He laughed at the way your nose scrunched up when something happened in your dream. And when he turned around to see you wearing his favorite Midtown hoodie, that solidified just how much he liked you.

Now with Brad being his competition to asking you towards the dance, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Brad was the heartthrob of your class and he was simply just Peter Parker. Looking at the odds, he couldn’t help but think that Brad was going to be the one you chose. Peter groaned and flopped onto his back and shook his head to clear the negative thoughts out of his head. He looked up at you as you looked down at him with concerned eyes. Smiling softly at you, he flicked your forehead.

“No need to worry about me, Stark. Just stressed about the upcoming test we have for Statistics.”

You looked at him with doubt, but he gave you a reassuring smile. “Just give me a couple more minutes and I’ll be fine.”

Sighing, you nodded, and he raised himself up to lean against the headboard of his bed. You naturally followed suit and the two of you settled into your Love Island marathon. You leaned closer to him and groaned. Pushing him off the bed, he cursed and looked at you in surprise.

“What’d you do that for?!”

You laughed and pointed towards the shower. “You smell like the gym and before we can continue this marathon.”

“You could’ve just told me.” He huffed before pushing himself off the floor.

Smiling cheekily at him, you shrugged and said, “That wouldn’t be a classic move of mine, wouldn’t it Parker?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

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You sighed to yourself as you made your way to the council room. It was finally free period and you were glad to spend some time on making sure that everything for the dance was going according to plan. Letting your bag slip to your hand, you twisted the doorknob to the room and raised an eyebrow. Alex was supposed to unlock the room for all of you and you found it odd that it was still locked. He was a guy who was only on time and you leaned against the wall. You took out your phone and quickly sent a text to him,

To: Alex From: Y/N

Where are you?

You watched the bubbles appear on the screen and scoffed once you saw his response.

To: Prez Stark From: Alex

Sorry, Prez! The others and I got pulled into different things last minute. Twins had to stay back because Kai got in trouble. Betty needed to go over her essay, and I need to redeem an ‘I owe you’ to one of the football players for the dance. We all agreed that we’d do double time after school for ya. Just enjoy this free time and relax for a bit!

You laughed to yourself and contemplated with the free time you had. A buzz came from your wrist and you looked at it to see your uncle calling. Smirking to yourself, you made your way to the school’s rooftop to see what everyone’s favorite superhero wanted from you.

Meanwhile, everyone sighed in relief to see that you wouldn’t hunt you down. Peter smiled sheepishly as Alex gave him a reassuring nod to continue what he was saying.

“So, I need you guys to help me figure out a way to smoothly ask Y/N to the dance.”

“Do you have an idea of what you want to do?” Keila asked as she smiled excitedly.

Peter pursed his lips and shrugged. “Uh…I really haven’t done a proper asking for.”

“Well, first of all, you need a poster that’s for sure.” Betty said.

Ned nodded in agreement and said, “Do you know any of her favorite things to play around with?”

“I know that she loves puns because her mom would tell her one every morning.”

“That’s something we can work with since that’s usually the case for these posters,” Alex said matter-of-factly.

“Anything else, Parker?”

“She loves coffee and can’t function without it. Disney movies are her guilty pleasure besides scented candles. Y/N prefers savory snacks over sweet. Her favorite flowers are roses and sunflowers and her favorite TV show is Love Island at the moment. If it’s not Disney, then her favorite movie is The Devil Wears Prada.”

When Peter looked back at his friends, they all had teasing smiles.

“Aw, look at that. Little Peter Parker is in love.” MJ smirked.

“And he knows all of her favorite things, that’s so sweet.” Kai snickered.

“Well how about this: MJ and Keila can work on the poster together. Betty and I will get the basket together. Alex and Kai can go bother Brad when he plans on asking Y/N.” Ned offered.

“Just tell us what her favorite colors are, and we’ll work our magic.” Keila winked at him as she stood up and made her way to where MJ was sitting so they can sketch out a design together.

Alex and Kai high-fived each other and stood up as well. “We’re going to go talk to the basketball team to see what’s up. We’ll infiltrate the nemesis and make sure Y/N is free for you.”

Ned and Betty looked at Peter before Betty said, “Don’t worry Peter, we’re going to help you make sure that this asking is going to be one for the books.”

Peter smiled gratefully at all of his friends and a surge of confidence spread throughout his body. He nodded and said, “Don’t forget, this is all happening tomorrow. I just really hope everything is going to be fine.”

“Don’t worry Parker, Y/N means a lot to us and even if you weren’t asking her, Brad would’ve been rejected either way. She never stops ranting to the council how much he keeps bothering her.” Keila laughed and MJ nodded in agreement.

“Since there’s still some time left before the period is over, why don’t you go find her?” Betty offered.

He nodded to the idea and immediately grabbed his things. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, I’ll go find her right now.”

His friends watched him leave the library and they all shook their heads in unison.

“They’re helpless, aren’t they?” Ned asked as he turned his attention back to the rest of the group that stayed behind.

Alex nodded and said, “It’s so obvious how much they like each other.”

“I don’t understand why they haven’t caught on to each other yet.” Betty added.

“When a fool’s in love, they don’t realize anything else.” MJ finished.

Keila shook her head in amusement. “I think it’s adorable and if you think about it, it’s a free show for us to watch as they figure things out.”

“There have been so many times that Y/N has made it so obvious, but Parker is really slow at realizing things.” Kai sighed.

“It’s alright, what matters are the baby steps. Peter is finally growing the balls to ask her and Y/N just needs to wait for him to realize what’s been in front of him all along.”

Everyone nodded and MJ said, “Let’s get to getting all of this done so Operation: Homecoming can achieve its goal and the two lovebirds can finally be in a relationship.”

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