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MultiVillains x Sad!Reader || Drabbles

Plot: When theirs no one else there for you, you let the villains take the job.

Includes: BEN Drowned, Clockwork / Natalie Ouilette, Lucius Malfoy, Negaduck / Jim Starling, Offenderman, Otis B Driftwood, Peter Hale and the Toon Patrol.

Warnings: Heavy angst at first!! Then your dark knight/s come/s and make you less alone. Oh and I also call Greasy a whore once. Oops.

Notes:

Dedication (The Toon Patrol section specifically, cuz I dunno if like any of the other characters but I KNOW you LOVE the weasels ^^ ): @marinerainbow . We’ve both had a not-so-great week, and you’ve been so wonderful and supportive to me, and so I had you in mind while I wrote this ^^ I really hope you like it, and feel not-so-alone. I’m always here for you ^^ ALSO- you’re a fantastic writer and I want to give back to you!!

I have no clue how to write Lucius right now so basically HERE, have Jafar with bleached hair. Which I think is close enough XD

Prologue:

Tears begin to cloud your vision as you scroll through your messages for the fifth time... No new texts pop up. No one wants to know if you're okay after how you were acting today... Not your friends, not your parents, not your partner. No one. No one gives a fuck.

Or they just think you're strong, and you'll deal with it on your own... and that you don't want their help... You sniffle and shut off your phone, leaning your head into your hands, despair sinking in. Which would be entirely your fault. For acting too strong...

But god, you think, rubbing your hot face. Surely one person would check in, at least.

After a minute of staring angrily, tearfully at the wall... you decide, against possibly your far better judgment, to just call your partner. Maybe, since you feel so bad, you can give up your pride just this once and ask for them to come. To come, and sit with you, and just make you feel like someone cares that you're not okay. Because surely, they do.

Of course, they do.

They're just respecting your privacy right now... yeah, that's it. That's why they aren't here already.

Perhaps you wont even have to ask them to come. You'll just call them up, and the tears will leak in through your voice, and they'll offer to come on their own.

That would be nice.

... but the dial tone rings and their practised, staged voice recites the traditional instructions to leave a message. And you bite your lip so hard it hurts.

Beep.

Tightly, your jaw taught, you let go of your lip. "Um- sorry, (Partners name). I was... just... I don't even know if you'll listen to this actually, haha. Who listens to voice mails? Its scary, I know... makes you think you're gonna hear something not-so-great, like uh... the lady from the bank asking you to come talk- which is, um, never good... or even a um, a death threat, or something... okay I guess not that, hopefully... but... " You're babbling- you realise you're babbling. You're quite aware of it- so you quickly straighten your back and move on; Cheeks wet with tears and hot to the touch, and the sniff you take in is loud and gross, but you don't care. "But anyway- in case you do listen to this, um... I'm... I'm... not doing, s-so hot. And, I d-dunno, I just want... god, I'm starting to feel more pathetic with everything I say." The embarrassment sears you right through the chest, burning and hot, and you're suddenly just desperately want them to just read your mind. Or maybe you just want them to throw the phone across the room so it shatters and the message is lost. "I -I cant delete this, can I? Damn... Might as well finish then, huh? Uh, cuz uh... I don't wanna waste your time, or anything. I just... was wondering... if you would- um- come. Just, please... Everything's falling apart, and the e-empty seat beside me is, uh... scaring me. Soo... Please please, just come. I need you. I really need you actually. Pleas- "

Beep.

The dial tone plays again and the humiliating message shoots off to your partners phone, to possibly be heard, possibly ignored... You know if they hear it and they come, which they probably will because they're a good person, you'll just feel worse. Knowing you made them get here, to comfort you... Knowing that evidently you're too unimportant for them to just know, to come get you. Like in the movies.

While at the same time knowing that that's ridiculous and its just your misery talking.

Hugging yourself, you lean back in your chair, setting a tightly laced boot against the edge of the coffee table in front of you. You take a deep, stuttering breath through your nose, and close your eyes...

One glaring question races in your mind, over and over. Why does no one give a damn?

Why does no one give a damn?

BEN Drowned:

Suddenly your phone buzzes loudly under your thigh, and you crack your eyes slightly open.

Should you check what that is? Or have you humiliated yourself enough today? What if its your partner? That last 'what if' catches in your mind, and you sniff- pulling the phone back out and crossing one arm over your stomach to old yourself together, before turning the screen back on.

Its not your partner, you realise with a terrible thud where you heart was. In fact there isn't a message there at all. Rolling your wet eyes, causing a tear to escape and cascade miserably down your cheek, you shake your head. Of course. What a time for a fucking glitch.

You're just going to tuck the thing back away, when the screen goes black again, prematurely, and what looks to be a finger appears out of the darkness; Tapping the other side of the screen. Eyes widening, you immediately fling the phone away like it burned you, pulling your feet up from the ground and onto your chair like the 'glitch' is a rat or a spider crawling around down there, and wipe your eyes. "Fuck! B-BEN, no!" Not now? Go away, you aren't in the mood!

BEN of course, does not listen, and a moment later he's dragged all 5'5 feet of himself out of the phone and is standing in front of you smirking as you glare up at him. "... what?" You spit, disliking the look on his stupid, smug face.

"... You're cute when you cry."

"Ugh!" Smacking the cushions on either side of yourself out of frustration, you use the new leverage to push yourself out of the chair and turn away from the asshole of an elf- looking for an escape. You just want to sob in your loneliness and get the whole self deprecating thing out of the way. Why does he have to turn up just in time to make everything harder? "Go away! I am in no mood, for this!"

He hesitates at least, but an infuriating response is still something you get, unwarranted. "That, I can tell."

Crossing your arms, you stare silently at the wall on the other side of the room. Before you can come up with something appropriately dramatic to make him leave, you're shocked to your very core when BEN suddenly comes up behind you- and wraps his arms around your middle, gathering you back up entirely against him. Its kind of... warm. And comforting. And so close it leaves no room at all, for you to feel alone in any way.

You turn your head to the side, so you can see him out the corner of your eye. "... what are you doing?" You can feel his fluffy straw-coloured hair against your cheek. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and your eyes blow wide open.

He presses his forehead against the back of yours, and you actually feel his eyelids slip closed against your skull. "... I heard your message... Sweetheart I'm not going anywhere."

Taking in a deep breath through your nose, puffy and teary eyes closing, you turn slowly around in his arms and only open them back up again a crack, to see him. "You weren't exactly who I had in mind... " But you're just too fucking tired to argue. So you wrap your arms over his shoulders as you wait him his answer- black and red, dripping eyes focused hard on you in a way that's foreign. No one has ever been so focused on your unhappiness.

BEN presses his forehead against yours in such a tender, intimate way that it makes you feel warm and squirmy in the pit of your stomach... in a good way, though. You almost want to kiss him for it. "Well Y/N, I'm what you have. Now," His eyes flicker up to yours, brows narrowing. "What happened?"

You chew on your bottom lip, tears prickling your eyes again now that you aren't focused on something like making him leave you the hell alone. You're back to thinking about all the shit, you're dealing with at the moment, and a cry escapes you as you look down- BEN's chest suddenly looking like a magnificent spot to hide.

"... It’s all just too much right now, I can’t!- " You start, begin to sob, stop talking, press your forehead to BEN's chest and he just huge you closer- you don't care if he gets blood on your shirt and he couldn't care less if snot or tears end up on his.

Clockwork / Natalie Ouilette:

Suddenly your window is shoved open unceremoniously and a certain brunette barrel rolls into your living room.

You're too tired and miserable to care, so you just shift so you aren’t facing her. Clocks can go get whatever food she wants, take a damn shower, and then piss off. That's all she needs you for, anyway; The food in your kitchen and the indoor plumbing you pay for.

Focusing a little too much to digging your toes under the couch cushions, just for something else to focus on rather then Clockwork or the tears that are desperate to slip free, you take a shuddering breath-

And she hears it.

Immediately she comes over, a hand on your shoulder to show you that she’s there despite her literally crashing in like an FBI agent without a gun and rounds the back of the couch, to see your face. “Hey, there… Y/N… “ Clocky’s voice pitters out awkwardly when she realises that you’re crying, or trying really hard not to. Its immediately clear that the sight makes her uncomfortable, and you sigh.

“There’s brioche in the kitchen.” Theirs venom in your voice, though you don’t know how it got there. Maybe you just want her to leave.

“… What happened to you?” She suddenly blurts, not-at-all sensitively.

You roll your tired eyes. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Yeah… yeah, you realise that that is not super convincing, what with your eyes filling with salty water as you speak and your lips wobbling, but you just crave for her to believe it somehow and go away- so badly. “Yeah I don’t think that’s gonna cut it… “She responds, to your utter dismay, causing you to cover your face.

“I am. Just leave it.”

“Nope, I don’t care what kinda healing properties you think sitting alone sobbing pathetically to your cushions have but you got me, now.” Clockwork plops herself onto the couch next to you, so close your feet touch her thigh. She doesn’t stop it there, though. She pick up your legs and spreads them out over her lap fully and scootches in closer to your side. “Now, come on. Tell me what’s wrong. Your family suck? Partner broke up with you? Work a burden? Friends treating you like a burden? What? Come on, tell me.”

“This feels like an interrogation.”

“Then you better start giving me some answers then, huh?” You look up, eyes wide and watery, to see Clocky raise a brow at you; Focused and serious. Sniffling first, you open your mouth to tell her what’s wrong… but come short, when no words come out. You don’t even want to talk about it all, right now. You just want to cry about it- like a big ass baby. Tears start slipping down your cheeks, you go to hide your face again but Clocky interrupts- catching some of your hair in her grip so you stay looking up at her, and tilting her head as her remaining eye softening the tiniest bit. “Tell me now or tell me later, doesn’t matter. I’m not going anywhere.”

Lucius Malfoy:

Suddenly your phone starts ringing- but not your mobile, sitting tucked under your thigh. No, this is the landline you never use, except for when- “Ugh… “He, calls you.

Dragging yourself up from the couch, you travel across the living room and pick up the phone, press answer and hold it to your ear a you slip back down into another seat; Unable to stay up, you’re so tired. “Mr Malfoy?”

He disagrees with anything more advanced than 1957. So, the bastard - in one of his attempts to get closer to you, - bought you this telephone, and yes. You call it’s a telephone, specifically. There is absolutely no other way to describe it. There’s a curly wire connecting the handheld to the machine (Where the number buttons are, that admittedly make a satisfying click sound when you press them), it’s an odd seafoam colour, and the there is literally. No. screen.

Rolling tired, puffy eyes, you pull a pillow to your chest and let them flutter shut. “Glad I caught you, little lamb. I wanted to extend an invitation to you- there’s a fundraiser being held by the ministry, and I would like you to be there… I just know that the room would be brighter with you on my arm.”

Rubbing your forehead creases out, which seems to be an impossibly task as they just keep coming back, you wince. This is so frustrating! Sniffing, you raise your brows, and ask; “And will Narcissa, be there?” Why won’t he get it? You do not want to be his fucking side piece! -

“No, of course not-”

“Mhmmm… “Of course.

“But as I’ve said before, Narcissa has no qualms with my pursuing you, or our relationship.” Yep, sure. Sounds like the go-to lies of a faithless husband. God, this is not what you need right now… “She has her own you, if I am not mistaken the reasoning for that young man the other day being over so early in the morning… exiting her chambers… “

“Yeah, that’s nice Mr Malfoy.” The sarcasm drips off of your tongue, for you do not need to be regaled with tales of the Malfoy’s bizzarro family life right now- or ever. “But we do not have a relationship. I have someone-”

“I am working on that error, believe me when I say that.”

You stop moving, the realisation that your partner is not here when you need them dawning on you again. Instantly, useless tears fill your eyes up again and you have to cover your mouth- but a pathetic squeak manages to break free, first.

“… Y/N?”

“Y/N, are you still there?”

“What was that noise?”

“Are you quite alright??”

After you don’t respond for a good minute or so to his increasingly concerned questions, sobbing silently against your hand and the phone pressed to your ear, Lucius manages to figure out what the faint whimpering sounds are and falls quiet for a little bit; Doesn’t leave, just listens. Just stays there, for some reason. Listens to your very soft crying.

A few minutes pass, before he speaks again. “… Y/N, is there anything you would like me to do for you? I assume this is not about my advances- they’ve never affected you this way before- but if someone else is bothering you, I assure you, I would leave no trace of my interference if I were to… shall we say… take care, of them? I have connections quite high in the ministry, and it would be all too easy.”

Miraculously, a snort bubbles to your chest; A tiny smile fighting to stretch across your lips at Lucius’ words. You rub your face, sniffling and still crying a little. “That won’t be necessary, Mr Malfoy.”

“I really insist, I’ve got quite a talent for taunting- “

“Lucius.” That stops him - you calling him by his first name. You don’t do that. It makes you seem close, which you maintain that you aren’t, but just this once… you might just need to make an exception, -, and you take a deep breath. “Would you please just be quiet? And stay with me?”

“… of course.” He says it as if it’s a given, like he’s surprised you felt you needed to ask, and you have to stop biting you lip lest the sob that wracks your body next causes you to shed blood.

There are some ruffling sounds on his end, as if he’s siting down now and getting comfortable for the duration, and you just start to cry harder.

Maybe you picked the wrong person. Because he’s here, more or less, and your partner is god-knows-where. Because he called you- and you’re always calling them. Every time.

Maybe you should call Lucius some more.

Negaduck / Jim Starling:

Suddenly the familiar noises of someone rifling through your cabinets start up in your kitchen, and you sigh; Resting your face in your palms and rubbing your aching forehead. Perfect timing, Jim. Just spectacular.

Maybe if you stay quiet, he’ll just leave.

So you close your eyes, and focus on your breathing. Telling yourself that you need to pull it together. You need to buck up. Its up to you whether you’re happy or not so just be. happy.

Oh god its useless.

Then some cushions get squashed, and you feel the couch dip beside you, and you want to groan out of frustration. “Why hello there, Y/N… To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Got off work earlier. Ergo, I’m here.” Just in time to meet the thief that’s been raiding my kitchen every time I go to work. Just my luck- it’s exactly who I suspected. Luckily you manage to manipulate your voice so it isn’t so waterlogged, or high. And while your face is in your hands, he won’t know you’re crying… right? Right. You have to believe that.

“Wonderful! I was getting bored, today. So! Tell me- “You feel here him, rather then see him, lean back and throw his feet up onto your coffee table. You resist the urge to get up and shove them off. “How are all those bozo’s going, at work? You were my manager, so- “

Deadpanned, your interrupt. “-I was the companies secretary and just so happened to manage your file when you were legally alive- “

“- So…“ There’s a threatening lilt to his new, gravelly voice this time and you’re sure he sets you with a wuthering look, and maybe he even thinks about the dirty chainsaw he likely has leant up against your couch, but he’s still the same old self-centred loon as he always was in his centre and you couldn’t be scared of him even if he held that weapon up to your neck. “Tell me! How are they failing, now that I’m not part of any of their projects anymore?”

They’re doing well, but you don’t feel like getting into that conversation. You’re too tired, emotionally and physically. Wrung out and left to dry. Finally, you suck in a deep breath and straighten up, the hunched over pose having been hurting your back, and let go of your face. “Look, I don’t know… ”

“Woah… “You turn your head to look at him, and see him looking surprised at you; Crazy eyes wide behind the, now black, mask and mouth open slightly. “The hell happened to you?”

Ever so eloquent, with his words, isn’t he?

“Doesn’t matter, does it? Just finish your… “Glancing at what’s in his hands, you give a grave sigh. “My favourite chocolates. And get out.”

“No.” As soon as you go to push off the couch and go to your room, Negaduck grabs one of your wrists in a tight grip and forces you to stay where you are; At attention. “Stay. Tell me who to kill.”

WOW- “Well THAT took a left turn!... “You exclaim, immediately, looking at the man with bug-eyes. What the hell?? “You’re not killing anyone!”

“Where’s that partner of yours? Shouldn’t they be here right now? Isn’t that what… significant others… “He says that, ‘significant others’ in such a disgusted voice it may have made you laugh in another moment where you aren’t feeling like total garbage. “are for??”

Your throat gets clogged, at that, and you look away from him. “I guess not.”

“Then that’s who I need to kill- “

“Hey!” Immediately you whip back around and grab him when he gets up, tugging him back down to the couch this time. “You will not!”

“People always disappoint. That’s all they are- disappointments. They can’t be trusted for anything. They have to be eradicated! - “

Reaching, you take hold of Negaduck’s arms, grounding him. He was losing what little of himself he had left. “Hey! Calm down.”

He does. He shuts up. And just stares. You can’t tell what he’s feeling, there’s no emotion in his face under that red, wide-brimmed hat. For a moment you just stare at each other, you trying to decide your next move, before suddenly he lurches forward and wraps his arms around you.

Chest-to-chest, his hands in your hair and clutching you to him, his head bent over your shoulder, the hat brushing against the top of your head hiding you from the world, Negaduck… hugs you. Clings to you. Keeps you close, and… safe.

Unable to help it, you wrap your arms around his back and return the hug; Weak to the unexpected affection. You sigh into his shoulder, closing your eyes. “… you know I’m a person, right?”

“You’re much better then that.”

Offenderman:

“Well, THAT was sad.” The familiarly oddly lyrical voice of Offender suddenly fills your ears, and you immediately close your eyes. Sighing in annoyance. Of course he’s here to have heard – and probably witnessed, - that less than proud moment. And the redness of your face to prove it happened.

Opening your eyes up again, you find him standing right in front of you, and your eyes follow up his body to his face, from the belt buckle staring you too-close in the face, to the lapels of his coat, to the hat on his head, before glaring at where you assume he sees you from. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know I love our visits~ “He chuckles, turning his head to take a look around the room; That ever-present, lazy smirk cemented to his sharp mouth. “Mind my asking what the hell that message was about? It really was pathetic- And I didn’t take you for that type.”

“Yes, I do mind.” Whenever Offender is around, despite all the time he’s spent with you and not hurt you, you can’t help how your heart speeds up and how the freezing cold fear sets in. It really doesn’t help your current state.

He huffs, in amusement, before twisting around and falling, somehow gracefully, into the couch beside you; Throwing one leg over the other so you can see the bottom side of one of his boots. Except for being worn in the bottom, they’re perfectly clean. “Well, that’s just too bad.”

“Ugh,” Leaning forward, you press your face into your hands; Elbows digging into your knees. Your exhaustion and the fear duke it out inside you and you just end up feeling even more gross than before. “Nothing. Its just… shit… “

“How articulate.” Sarcasm coats his words, and you groan.

“… I’m too tired to put it all into words, right now… “

For a moment theirs just silence, and you find yourself letting go of your face in favour of leaning against the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling. You know Offender is looking at you, a tight frown etched across his mouth and jaw taught, but you find that its safer not to look at him.

Then he suddenly takes a strand of your hair and tugs it/taps a finger against the back of your head to get your attention. You turn and look, eyes round in curiosity. What?

His voice comes out calm, for once. Theirs not a lick of seduction or amusement to be heard in it; He sounds focused, instead. Calm, and focused, and serious. You can’t help but listen closely, in a sort of trance. Honestly, you would describe the feeling as akin to being… compelled. “I’m going to stay here with you, until you feel better. You’re gonna order ice cream and I’m going to make up some mac and cheese, and we’re gonna watch a movie you haven’t seen before.” You feel a thud in your lap, and look down with a heavy feeling head to find you comfiest socks folded in a bundle, there. When you look up, Offender’s already pounced up and is heading to the kitchen.

After a moment, you nod slowly. Then, coming back to yourself, you tilt your head to the side; A tiny grin playing at your lips. “Mac and Cheese?”

Hands in his pockets, he turns half back around. “Oh, sweetheart. There ain't a better food to pair with misery in the world, then Mac and Cheese. And if there is, a sure haven’t found it.” He shrugs back, grinning once again. “Besides, it’s my specialty.” Then he points to your socks. “Put those on, and though as much as I’d love for ‘em to be the only thing you have on… “Your blush is dark, matching your glare. “I suggest you grab on your favourite hoodie, too, before I get back.”

Otis B Driftwood:

When Otis suddenly wanders through the feral looking living room, clearly having heard your message but avoiding talking about it- in fact, he seems to be avoiding looking at you the best he can, to boot. Shit.

Quickly wiping at your eyes, you get up to your feet, tuck your phone away in your pocket and face away from the direction Otis is in. Escape is imminent-

“Huh?” Suddenly a rough-feeling hand grabs you by the elbow and you twirl around to find Otis suddenly right behind you. Theirs that perma-scowl on his rat-ish, but yet somehow handsome face, but theirs an odd softness in his eyes that you don’t recognise. He’s never looked at… anyone, that way before. “O- “

“Don’t talk.” He rolls his eyes, flopping down onto the couch you just vacated, and yanking you down not-at-all gently close beside him. You’re just wide eyed, and shocked, by all this so you let him and keep your mouth shut like he told you to. “I don’t even wanna fucken know what shit that even was I overheard just then.”

Thinking about what the hell his intentions are, and staying silent for a moment as you do so, you get increasingly confused and can’t help but to take in a deep, stuttering breath in and open your mouth to ask-

But he cuts you off, before you can even make a sound. “I said shut the fuck up.” You’re still in a fragile state so your eyes immediately fill up with tears at him snapping so harshly at you, before you can stop yourself- despite the embarrassment of crying in front of Otis. “Oh- fuck- Shit- Did I say you could fucken cry??”

“Sorry!! Its not you- I-I’m just- It hasn’t been a good day, and- “Suddenly you’re sobbing, and your elbow sneaks out of his grip in order for you to hide your ugly cries from Otis’ view. He just moves his hand down to your waist, watching in half-annoyance and half-helplessness. “… I’m s-sorry… “

“Look- Y/N- fuck, could you cry quiet for a goddamn second?” He then sighs heavily and rolls his eyes deeply when you’re unable to do so. “Gee, thanks for the cooperation… Anyway- like I was saying- I don’t care what fucken happened today, okay? I don’t. I don’t give one roving fuck,” The words are so fervent coming out of his mouth, you can’t help peering up at him with watery eyes to see what he looks like- and it’s like he’s absolutely desperate, to convince you that he’s heartless. But- “But I aint going anywhere. So shut up, calm down, and buck up- in that order. So I can leave.”

Your eyes widen, disbelief filling you at his words. What does that mean?

Being too tired and too sad to argue though for the moment at least, you slowly shift forward and lean into his shoulder, heavy lids finally getting too close as Otis cautiously moves his big, scary hand up to your back- patting it a couple times, quite awkwardly. You sigh, because when Otis is quiet like this his presence is rather comforting, surprising enough. It feels like you’re kind of special- getting careful, almost-soft-feeling attention like this from a rough, cruel man like him. And if all you have to do to keep him like that is to stay quiet, then you can do that. For a little while, at least.

After a few minutes, he shifts; Rolling his shoulders back uncomfortably, and you look up with big, round eyes to see him laying back on the couch, long-ass anime legs spread out past you- muddy boots on the cushions. “C’mere.” As you look at him, he gestures shortly for you to come closer, to lay with him, and after a hesitant moment you do as told. Getting down beside him and resting your head on his shoulder as one of his dirty, sinewy arms wraps around your waist to keep you from slipping off the side of the couch. Your legs lay beside his, pressing against eachother in fact, and when you look up at his face you see his eyes close. He tastes his mouth a couple times, like he’s going to take a nap, and the tiniest urge to smile tingles at the corners of your lips.

He’s odd. Cold and evil and, often-times heartless.

But apparently, he’s- also- a damn good cuddler.

Peter Hale:

Note- You live with Derek. You two are friends and decided to just be roommates so neither of you ended up homeless, and somehow Peter got hold of a copy of the key- much to both your dismay.

“Now, what’s this?” You jump nearly right out of your skin, an entirely unpleasant experience in the state you are already in, when none other than Peter Hale appears in the doorway. Why is he here!?

Tilting his head towards the doorframe, he puts on a very fake concerned face. “Someone cry wolf?”

Ugh. Huffing, before then immediately sniffling which totally puts off your whole vibe, you get up and head towards the doorway he’s still in. “Whatever Peter, I’m going to my room- “

“Hold on, there, little wolf.” You’re just passing him by when he turns with you and you stop, because he’s just going to follow you if you ignore him. Peaking into your face, Peter actually frowns. “This isn’t because he me, is it?”

Sniff. “Not everything is about you, Peter.”

“Had to check.” He holds up his hands in surrender. Then gestures for you to follow him back into the livingroom, and patting the couch next to him when he goes in and sits down. “Come on, tell Uncle Peter everything.”

“No way in hell.” Your tone is dark. Is he making fun of you??

Huffing himself this time, he rolls those pretty eyes of his backwards into is head, and rolls his shoulders. Finally, he looks at your straight, and raises his brows; Pointedly patting the couch cushion again. “Sit. I’m not teasing you here, as much as I love doing that. I’m genuinely concerned- the ugly crying, the snot, the back talk- you’re acting like Derek. And that’s never a good sign, now is it?” Gripping the doorframe, you look at him very cautiously- still conscious of his douche-y nature. “Not even if you’re Derek.”

Sighing, you decide to go sit down - in the armchair across from him, rather than where he indicated which makes him roll his eyes again, - just to get him to shut up.

For a few moments it works, as Peter just folds his hands into his lap almost like he’s some therapist and just stares at you, assumedly hoping you’ll explain why you’re such a mess of your own accord. Well- he was wrong.

Eventually sighing, Peter shrugs. “Fine. My turn again, huh? Okay then- and you people say you don’t like me when I talk. Hypocrites.” Focusing on you again, your arms crossed over your chest, one leg folded over the other, eyes puffy and red and vibe all-too fragile as your fingers twitch on your arms, his eyes carefully soften. “Tell me, sweetheart, what happened?”

Letting out a deep breath you hadn’t known you were holding slightly, slowly as your shoulders relax, you look away from the older, eviller, werewolf. “… It’s just been a long week… “A really… really, long week…

Your nose starts to prickle, saying it out loud again. God, are you going to cry again in front of Peter?

Eyes flickering back to him, you see him looking seriously at you; No humour in his face as he looks at you in this state for whatever reason. Almost like he cares. “I’m not going to insult you if you cry, you know. I’m not that evil.”

Apparently you are going to cry in front of Peter. Eyes filling up instantly and bubbling over again with tears, you hug yourself, chewing on your bottom lip; Feeling all too cold under his gaze. “I thought… I just thought they… “Your partner, the one that probably wouldn’t even listen to your message. “Would be here, when I’m… like this… “

Surprising you, Peter suddenly gets up, taking the step between you away and gesturing for you to stand up. You do as gestured, blinking at him uncertainly as his fingers find their places around your upper arms. “… well you’ve got me. That’ll have to do, until they get their ass into gear- okay?”

You find yourself nodding, surprisingly. Despite the second part of that statement striking you, horribly, as being unlikely. “… You don’t have to… Derek’ll be home soon- “

“Derek is about as comforting as an inflamed orphanage.” If you weren’t so close to sobbing again, you would have snorted at that. “And besides, you’re not a hindrance to me in any way, at least right now,… so… I don’t mind.” One of his hands comes up to your face, curling around the back of your neck and brushing a thumb across your cheek comfortingly. You’re shocked at how guiltlessly good it feels.

So you then hide your face in his chest, the smell of his leather jacket filling your nostrils, and start to cry in the odd sanctuary of Peter fucking Hale’s arms.

Human!Toon Patrol:

A sudden, stuttering gasp licks at your ears for a moment and you frantically wipe at your eyes, whipping around like a deer caught in headlights to see Psycho and Wheezy standing in the doorway looking wide eyed and caught. “Are you c-c-c-crying??” Psycho asks, though the answer seems to be obvious as Wheezy relaxes instantly back to his laid-back self, getting over the shock quick and resting all his wait back on one hip as he takes a drag; Watching Psycho and you.

You, on the other hand, are the opposite to calm. Shaking your head, you blatantly deny your state. “No! I’m f-fine! Don’t worry! I-I’m just headed out to the market!- Um… “ Where’s your bag? Fuck, nothing is going right… Eyes flickering around you as you sweep off the couch, everywhere but at the two men, you don’t even notice when they both cross the room and end up on either side of you. So you jump, when Wheezy puts a hand on your arm. “Sweet’eart, maybe sit back down… “Its not a request, it’s a suggestion. One you just don’t have any patience for, because you know if you stop then you’re going to start crying again and you can’t risk that, so you pull your arm out of his gentle grip and turn-

Coming up immediately against Psycho, who gives a little waive. He tilts his head the side, insane hair not moving an inch and even crazier eyes spinning in circles- hypnotising you along with his high, demented voice. “Why don’t you sit?” He repeats- and its not request either. Psycho’s words are a demand- he expects you to do so.

Unsure, you start to shake your head. “Um- “

“Come on, Y/N.” Wheezy goes again, and you’re put even more on edge because he’s never this pushy. Usually, when you say no, he lets it go. It doesn’t mean much to him. He just shrugs; But now he asks you twice. Maybe he’d ask you thrice, if you turned him down again. “Y’don’t have to tell us nothing, just sit down. Y’know if you don’t, Psycho’ll be up all our asses for the rest of the day.”

He makes it about Psycho, about his needs and not yours, and your racing mind takes a breather. Your even quicker heartbeat slows down to a calmer drawl too, when you indeed sit down.

Wheezy sits down beside you but Psycho stays standing, chewing on his bottom lip as he fights to curb the broad smile on his face.

You take some deep breaths and they watch you do it, before Wheezy offers you ne of his prized smirks and you wrinkle your nose at him- getting a giggle out of Psycho and a smokers pant out of Wheezy.

Out of all the Toon Patrol… you suppose it could have been worse in terms of who found you like this…-

You spoke too soon.

“Miércoles! What did you two gordito’s do!?- “Immediately you see Wheezy roll his eyes up into his head at the unwelcome intrusion to the silence, taking a nice deep puff of a cigarette plucked from his rolled-up shirt sleeve. Good thing, too, because that smoke was very close to catching his button-up on fire- Suddenly Greasy is in front of you, and you and Psycho look up at him with wide eyes as the family whore looks you over in panic. Promptly he looks angrily at either man- the one sat beside you and the one hanging over you in a straight-jacket. “What happened to them!?”

“They were crying~” Psycho sings out unnervingly, and Greasy squints.

“I see that loco but why!?- “It’s clear he blames his teammates for it, but you don’t have the energy nor the strength at the moment to do anything but look on in shock- luckily, Wheezy seems to have it under control.

“Don’t ask us- we found ‘em like this.” Wheezy shrugs.

Or maybe Wheezy does not have this under control.

Greasy settles down sitting far-too-close next to you, more cuddling you then sitting with you, and you just let your shoulders drop; Saying nothing. Tears start to leak out of your eyes again and your lips wobble. “… mi amore… tell me, what’s wrong?”

Just as you’re sniffling and silently starting to weep again at all the fuss over you, and the men all start to panic in their own ways - Psycho humming and twisting his razor around and around in between his fingers, Greasy’s eyes blowing wide and mouth falling open, and Wheezy taking in a deep breath of oxygen through his nose, -, Smartass strolls into the room. “What- “

Immediately he zeroes in on the scene, looks as if all he wants to ask in that moment is for just one day (One weekend. One Saturday where he doesn’t have shit smeared across his simple life. ONE!), and promptly turns to leave the room again with a silent huff- but the littler man quite literally bumps into Stupid and his round belly on the way, and curses. No escape now. He’s been seen.

“Duh- what’s happening in here??”

Psycho, wandering around the couch and tracing the back with his knife, pipes up first. “We don’t know!~ “

“What the hell d’ya mean you don’t know??” Their leader spits, and you start actually sobbing- Greasy immediately wraps his arm around you and pulls you into his shoulder, not at all minding that you’re sobbing all over his suit. “The kid is sobbing on the damn furniture- y’havent asked why??”

Wheezy sighs. “We asked, boss, they just haven’t been able to answer.”

His face twisting into a determined scowl, Smartass swallows down his hesitation and stomps right over the fray- the only kind of fray he’s unsure about and would really rather steer clear from. Hands perched authoritatively on his hips; Smartass stops right in front of you and leans directly over you. “Alright Y/N, stop cryin’ a second. Come on, let’s talk like men.”

… All the men in the room stop to look at you. You lift your head off of Greasy’s shoulder, just to flash Smartass a terrible glare, then cover your face bury yourself in the green fabric again. It’s the only safe place in a room with vultures like this. Smartass’ jaw drops.

“Duh… boss, that was insensitive.”

“Shut up!” Smartass crosses his arms, tapping a foot impatiently against the ground at an increasingly fast pace. “Whatever. You give it a try. None a’ the rest of us have been able to fix the kid- ”

Greasy looks deeply offendedly at Smartass. “Hey, I am a magnificent consoler, boss, and I deeply resent you saying that in my presence- “Smartass raises his eyebrows back, in disbelief.

“Oh yeah? Then what the hell are they just spunk’en up your best suit, for?” At that, you lean your face away from Greasy, worried that Smartass is right, and you really are disgusting- but Greasy quickly pulls you back and pats the back of your head comfortingly; Flashing a glare at his boss before pressing his cheek to the top of your head, muttering Spanish assurances to you… a tiny, almost invisible smirk on his mouth.

Wheezy is the only one who catches it, and groans- covering his face with a hand. A creepy opportunist, that guy is…

Then Greasy all of a sudden feel’s air replace your body in his arms, and gasps; Looking up with wide eyes to find Stupid has snatched you. You yelp, and grabbing onto the giant man’s shirt as you peer down at the ground at least 5 feet below you. “S-Stupid!!”

“Stupid give them BACK!- “ Greasy hisses below, turned fully around on the couch.

“Shut up, idiot, the last thing they need when they’re in a funk is f’you t’ be copping a feel.” Smartass mutters, only glancing at his teammate. Greasy gapes, as if he would never, turning to Wheezy for a defence, but the other man just shakes his head. Nope.

“Not gonna happen, man.”

Psycho nods, his tongue sticking out a little bit between sharp teeth. “They’re right!~ Hehehehehe… ”

Greasy grumbles, crossing his arms. “Fine. Traidors.”

Stupid hums, holding you up in the safety of his arms effortlessly, and nuzzles into your hair. It brings an instantly warm and fuzzy feeling to your chest, and your grip on his clothing loosens. Your heavy eyelids fall closed, and you give in to the cuddles, resting your head against his chest. “Duh, everything will be alright!~ “

Honestly, up high in the large man’s arms, it does feel like it will be. It doesn’t feel like anything could touch you there, but him. Even when he sits down in an armchair, you let yourself relax against him. Stupid won’t let anything get to you, in his arms there.

You fall asleep to faint arguing, the sound of Stupid’s heartbeat close in ear, and Psycho humming a little further away in the other.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Natasha Romanoff’s child

Natasha Romanoff x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Can I request a HC for being Natasha's daughter? I think you haven't done it ^^ In love with your work btw ;)”

natasha saved you from a terribly cruel family that worked alongside HYDRA, they didn’t care much for you

she decided to take you in since she knew you couldn’t have a normal life after all that you’d already been through at such a young age

“think it’d be okay if you came home with me, sweetheart?”

you were happy to have a nice person in your life

she took off work for a while to help you settle in

natasha wished that she had a loving family growing up, or just anyone to support her

so this was how she was going to make it up

“do you want to talk about anything?”

“when dad was alive he hurt people. i didn’t like the sound of it”

her heart broke hearing such a young child have to be affected by something like that

she made sure you knew how much she loved you

you called her “miss nat” for a while

take your child to work day!!!!

she took you to SHIELD HQ

you LOVED IT you wandered off and watched other ppl work

“agent romanoff, why is your child on agent coulson’s shoulders” -fury

“my child loves to feel like their flying”

“alright, you make a fair point”

nick called you “litte agent” which sparked your inspiration to become a spy like natasha

“miss nat, i wanna be a spy when i grow up!”

“you do? well, you can do that if it’s what you really want”

you suddenly switched from “miss nat” to “momma nat” and she had to backtrack for a minute

“what did you call me?” she was BEAMING omg

“...momma”

she gave u momma bear kisses

over the years, you taught yourself the ways of an agent and a spy, asking momma nat for a few pointers here and there

also uncle clint offered to give you some help

“yeah, kid, just point and shoot”

“clint, i said ‘self defense’ classes, not ‘the most effective ways to murder someone’ classes”

“they go hand in hand, nat, you know this”

“what if i was wanting to teach them myself?”

“well, do you?”

*pulls him aside* “as a birthday present”

you really did well during any sort of training

guess you just take after your mom

when you were old enough, you applied to SHIELD (under y/n l/n instead of y/n romanoff) and passed every test that was thrown your way

“you’re a natural, l/n”

“thanks, i learned from the best”

you wanted to earn respect on your own, so you didn’t tell anyone your relationship with nat

and anyone who did know you before knew not to say anything about it

it was also a good move bc it put a target on your backs if any of your enemies discovered you were family, you’d rather not share bad guys

✨the avengers thought you were awesome✨

“y/n, you are so much cooler than your mom”

“say it again and i’ll dislocate your shoulder!” :)

clint is so entertained by you

tony just loves messing w you

“baby spider in the house!”

“spider? where? shall i kill it?” -thor

“no, thor, we’re just teasing y/n”

“do not joke about spiders, stark. one day, i may not answer your cries because i’ll figure you’re just joking”

“that got serious fast”

nat forgets youre grown sometimes

so she gets all protective of you and then goes 😳 when you kick someones ass for yourself

that’s her kiddo!!

getting thrown into the midst of a few avenger battles

but handling yourself pretty well if i do say so myself

nat hugged you a lot when you were a kid and she still does now

only longer bc she doesn’t like letting go often

“mom? you okay?”

“i just wanted a hug is all”

“oh, okay”

when u hug her back she remembers exactly why she chose to become a mother

she wanted to show you that love still exists in this world, even if you’re not shown it immediately

become sort of a role model/mentor to newer, younger avengers

i mean, wanda was about your age, so she asked you often what it was like to be so young and work as an avenger

you told her that when you’re given a life like this, your age doesn’t matter out in the field. it’s your choices that matter. once you begin to learn the ways of a team like this and you gain each other’s respect, that’s all there is to it

“your mother is the black widow?”

“that she is, mom first, widow second”

PETER PETER PETER

he fanboyed over you so hard when he met you and he had so many questions it never ended

“okay, so first: how do you do it? be so cool as a kid?”

“you take a deep breath and kick some ass”

“better advice than anything mr. stark has ever said to me—don’t tell him i said that please!”

you swore to secrecy

mother/daughter spy missions bc that’s AWESOME

choosing steve’s side in CW and honestly making her very proud of you

going on the run w her and team cap

which made for some very interesting memories

“mom, sam hid the tv remote from me”

“take the widow’s bite and give him a little shock so that he’ll budge”

“thanks! love you!”

big runaway family <3

“i like the new look, mom”

“yeah, i thought blonde might be pushing it but i guess it all worked out in the end”

rogue avengers -> avengers once more

well, those of you who were left

after most of your friends passed in the snap, you and your mom were more attached than ever, she felt like she would die if the two of you separated

sooner or later, it was time to fix past mistakes and go back in time

“i’ll see you in a minute, y/n, be careful” *forehead kiss*

“i will.”

and that was the last time you ever saw her

you ran into clints arms and sobbed

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i tried to stop her. she told me to tell you she loved you and she’s so proud of you”

if that wasn’t bad enough, you were attacked by another thanos and you fought with all your might

“is y/n okay?”

“just let them fight, they need this”

finally, the fighting was over and the avengers were triumphant, but at what cost?

tony’s funeral was held before nat’s

but natasha’s was bittersweet

and every week you bring flowers to her memorial site

the world wont forget her name

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1ddotdhq · 3 years

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🍌Wed 2 Dec ‘20💚

Harry Styles Reacts to Banana Innuendo Rumors by Making EVEN MORE Banana Innuendos part TWO

Good morning/evening/night to Harry’s post and Harry’s post ONLY! (Okay that’s not true but it was definitely a highlight of my day). In case people haven’t seen it yet, it’s Harry in a light blue custom made suit putting a penis banana in his mouth. The picture is captioned “Bring Back Manly Men” so take a suck on THAT Candace Owens! It was only one of many great pictures in his variety shoot (including another, um, fruity picture of him biting into a pomegranate okay Persephone we get it), but Harry did indeed choose That One to post on This, the day after banana necklace dickscourse, BLESS. Harry’s interview was a little more in depth than they have been in the past, touching upon his feelings on race (“Historically, I can’t think of any industry that’s benefited more off of Black culture than music. There are discussions that need to happen about this long history of not being paid fairly. It’s a time for listening, and hopefully, people will come out humbled, educated and willing to learn and change”), as well as his tattoos (the only time he regrets them is in the DWD makeup chair), his love of reading, fashion and art, his exercise routine (Kid Harpoon couldn’t keep up!), and his feelings on success and acclaim (“It’s never why I do anything...it's always nice to know that people like what you’re doing, but ultimately — and especially working in a subjective field — I don’t put too much weight on that stuff...Fans are the best A&R”).

The problems arose - as they so often do - when One Direction was mentioned. The article said that “The proof [of the band’s benefits] is in the relatively seamless solo transitions of at least three of its members- Payne, Malik and Horan in addition to Styles- each of whom has landed hit singles on charts in the U.K., the U.S. and beyond”. Leaving aside the bad math (that's 4 people!) one name, of course, is notably missing: Louis has in fact enjoyed quite a lot of success both with Walls (remember when his album went #1 on iTunes in the UK AND the US literally 2 months ago?) and his pre-Walls singles like “Back To You” and “Just Hold On”. It got worse because the author tried to back up her claim with Harry’s quote, “When you look at the history of people coming out of bands and starting solo careers, they feel this need to apologize for being in the band...but we loved being in the band...I think there’s a wont to pit people against each other. And I think it’s never been about that for us. It’s about a next step in evolution. The fact that we’ve all achieved different things outside of the band says a lot about how hard we worked in it”. By linking her own words with Harry's quote she made it seem as though Harry said it to agree with her biased take, which we'd know he didn't even if we hadn't heard him say this exact quote without that slant multiple times before. Fans were quick to point out both to the author and to Variety that they were wrong (to describe the reaction mildly), and the author rather than fixing the mistake, doubled down and began blocking fans. Plenty of people were quick to say that of course HSHQ and Harry had approved this content, despite more knowledgeable fans trying to be heard protesting that that is not how it works. (Remember how just recently Vogue got Harry’s whole ass FAMILY situation wrong and it was not corrected until after print, for example?) In fact, even the magazine didn't really proofread this- the print version of the article is different and says, “The proof is in the relatively seamless solo transitions of at least three of its members - Styles, Malik and Horan”, effectively erasing both Louis AND Liam. It's an annoying take either way, but it's one the author more than likely picked up by doing her research on harrie twitter, not on orders from Jeff.

And because we DO NOT STAND FOR LILO ERASURE ON THIS BLOG, let’s talk about Liam’s Web Summit panel! It was 25 minutes of Liam and Marian Dicus (VP of Spotify) being interviewed about the current and future state of the music industry. Both of them, of course, noted that things had changed very quickly in their careers back at the beginning of lockdown, and how it had seemed surreal, at first, but that Liam had found that the way he was operating now (with Veeps and Tik Tok and Instagram lives) had made his platform a two way interaction with his fans. “For a long time I've been living in a dream world where I thought I was speaking with my fans but really I was just talking at them whereas we as artists ask a lot of rhetorical questions... I wanted to start a conversation”. Marian discussed how engaging fans differently WAS one of the most difficult things to puzzle out at the beginning, but that as months have passed, it seems artists like Liam have found a viable virtual future in the music industry (Liam tells us that he's been doing “stadium size shows” on Veeps which is an exciting clue about the mystery of how many tickets they're selling). They also went into the way music trends change as a response to social and political occurrences, how comfort songs gave way to protest songs this summer. Liam said, “People want their artists to have an opinion nowadays it's not that we can stay out of the conversation anymore-- and nor do we feel that we should in many places-- but for me it's a fine line because I realize what I do for people is an escape, people don't want things rammed down their throats every day and news messages from me about things that they don't want to hear about if they've come to listen to music, so its a real fine line that we kind of teeter on”. And about his opening acts, he acknowledges that his fanbase are mostly young women (based on the data breakdowns he gets from his team), and so he feels a responsibility to mentor young female artists in the industry so that more people like his fans have a voice. In an interview full of really fascinating music and technical discussions, this remained my favorite moment from Liam. Just like we won’t erase HIM, he refuses to erase US! And let's not forget our Liam alarm of the day-- it starts out absolutely adorable (“good moooorning!”), is hilarious in that apparently he just rambled completely unscripted and then they awkwardly cut it into 25 parts, but today's installment is frankly not relaxing! “only 23 sleeps til christmas have you done your shopping are you prepared” excuse me Liam YOU ARE STRESSING ME OUT. The promised relaxing sleep story affirmations are still 'coming soon'-- hurry up please I need them to decompress after that alarm!

Now for a lightning round of epic proportions: DWD darling pictures and vids keep comin’ and Harry and Florence are both looking GORGEOUS as Jack and Alice, after the Variety shoot dropped ‘THE CAPTION’, ‘BRING BACK MANLY MEN’, and ‘LOUIS IS SUCCESSFUL’ trended worldwide on twitter, Tan France said “yes please” to Harry's banana post, Harry reiterated that London was home and he didn’t want to be in LA for longer than he needed to,Variety has its virtual show tomorrow at 5 pm PST so see you there! Veeps is sending out emails promoting Louis’ show to people who bought LP show tickets, fans have already started to receive their Louis Tomlinson Live From London merch, Trinity College in Dublin’s Law society presented Niall with an award for, uh, his Irishness, I guess? (Just kidding, it’s for “his incredible talent and work ethics which is famously underscored by a distinct humility despite unthinkable success”). It looks like he will be giving a talk when he’s presented with it, and I’m honestly really interested to see what it’s all about - is he...gonna be talking to law students? Idk but tune in on December 7th at 12 pm GMT to find out!

#harry styles #liam payne #louis tomlinson #niall horan #also i am seeing discourse about H's COOP and how he loves the Manchester music scene #but that this stadium will be changing it irrevocably #i mean it will be adding jobs (4000 of them!) but it will also be pushing out the small music scenes that benefits small independent artists #who are trying to break through into the indusrty #*industry #and i think thats a really interesting and important convo #of which i dont have any knowledge but i did want to shine some light on it #also!! tumblr has finally recced me something that i like! a store called 28cultures.com #and its NOT larry merch but it COULD BE its SO COOL!!!!#this isnt spon con i just thought it was so funny!#anyways!#song of the day~#savior complex by phoebe bridgers #(and rob moose!)

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Look if I'm getting too much u need to tell me cos I wont stop sending in shit

So Issei finally gets a gf and if super obsessed with her (not in a creepy or unhealthy way just really fucking in love and happy that someone has feelings for him) so he tries his hardest to always make her happy and one day he hears her and her friends talk about their boyfriends and all their friends talk about how good their boyfriends are in bed and Isseis gf doesnt say much cos she wants to keep things like that privat (that's a lie she just doesnt want to destroy everyone else's self esteem cos nobody can compare to him at all) and Issei makes it his mission to fuck her in every position possible the entire weekend and he does and basically his gf cant go to school for a week cos legs dont function and she let's her friends now why she isnt at school and they r frustrated that their boyfriends never fucked them this well before (◍•ᴗ•)

P.s. dont be shy u can write the sex scenes as detailed as u want

Ah yes ☺️ i love ur request never stop sending them.

There was no question that the moment Issei met you he had fallen for you. The day he made you his girlfriend just proved it further.

He was arguably the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He gave you his food if you ever forgot it, handing you his sweatshirts whenever the slightest of breezes would pass, and overall just spoiling you.

He was no different in bed as rough as he was, he always reminded you that you took him so well, that you were so perfect, and no one ever compared to your tiny, clenching cunt (or you just you in general).

He knew he wanted to keep you forever and made sure that would happen. He thought that he pleased you in ever sense of the word, so it was surprise when he overheard your friends talking about their sex life and not hearing a peep from you.

“He’s that good?”

“You have no idea,” you watched as your friend practically moaned at the thought of her boyfriend. “He’s pretty big too.”

You decided to stay silent as your friends boasted about the rounds of steamy sex they had last night. It’s not like you didn’t have anything to add in, you just didn’t think they should really know about your sex life. And maybe the fact that if you had flexed about how your boyfriend made you cum multiple times almost every night, you’d probably end up crushing their egos.

It hurt Issei just a little bit that you didn’t butt in to let those girls know that he fucked you stupid everytime. At least, he thought he did. Were you faking for him? No, there was no way. You were begging for him last night. Begging him to fill you to the brim with his seed, begging for him to slow down, that your poor abused cunt couldn’t take anymore.

“Y/n?” You looked up from your food. “You’ve been rather quiet. Why’s that?”

You shrug at her. “Nothing to add, that’s all.”

She squints her eyes at your skeptically. “So he’s not good in bed, huh?”

You eyes widen at that,”what? When’d I say that?”

“You didn’t have to, your silence says everything.”

“It says nothing! I never said he was bad!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“You never said he was good, though.” Your other friend jumps in.

The look you give them makes their hands shoot up. “No need to get defensive. Some guys aren’t good at sex and that’s okay. It’s not your fault Y/n. Plus, you love him and thats what matters most.”

“You two are ridiculous.” You scoff and shake your head at the two girls in front of you.

You hadn’t even said anything, where’d they get the idea Issei wasn’t good?!

Before the girls could continue, Issei rounds the corner.

“Hey babe,” you jump at the sound of his voice and quickly get up from your seat.

“Issei!” You make your way to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He quickly returns the hug.

“Ready to go?” You nod and move to gather up your things.

The pitiful look they shoot you when Issei wraps his arm around your shoulder is met with an unamused glare before you two walked away.

The walk home was silent. Fortunately not uncomfortable.

He didn’t like how you hadn’t said anything to confirm that he was good. He supposes it shouldn’t upset him too bad, you hadn’t said he was bad. He planned to prove your friends wrong. To make sure your creaming pussy and begs for more weren’t part of his imagination.

The moment the door closed behind you Issei had you pressed against it, a thigh between your legs, and tongue down your throat. His arm rests beside your head, his other hand squeezes your hip.

He pulls away to kiss down your neck. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t I just love on my girl?” He continues his assault on your neck bringing his hand down from beside your head to your waist. A moan leaves your lips and you rut your hips on his thigh when he sucks on a tender spot on your neck

His hand moves to rest on your thigh before slipping up it to your clothed heat. He rubs at the wetness that seeps through your panties before pushing them to the side and rubbing at your clit.

Soft moans fill his ears as he slips his fingers down to your wet hole. Gathering it up on his fingers, spreading it around and pushing two fingers deep into you.

Squeals of pleasure filled the room as he massaged your sensitive little spot. He felt you tighten and grind your hips down on his hand, groaning at your desperation.

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you baby?” You nodded eagerly at his words. “Course you do, so desperate for my big cock.”

You threw your head back against the door, mouth wide open as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you.

“Fu-fuck, it feels so fucking good~” you whined. Your fingers dug into the material stretched across his shoulder. He chuckles at you before pulling his fingers out, hearing you whine at the loss.

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand, tugging you to the bedroom. When you reach the room he quickly wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

His hands slip from your waist to the small of your back before slipping down to your ass and squeezing rather roughly. A gasp parts your lips which lets him stick his tongue back down your throat, all while he hands move from your ass to the back of your thighs, tugging gently to signal he wanted to pick you up.

You jump and wrap your legs around his slim waist, keeping your tongues entwined. He walks you two until his legs hits the bed and tosses you on it.

“Take your shirt off,” Issei commands you. He watches with hooded eyes and unbuttons his shirt while you do yours. Eyes glued to your covered chest the moment your skin is exposed.

You scoot up on the bed for him to crawl over you after throwing the blouse somewhere in the room. Where it went wasn’t really corcerning at this moment. Only the primal look in Issei’s eyes. His gaze soaking up your full breasts popping out of your bra. “Such a pretty little thing you are,” he smirks at your doe eyes looking up at him.

He grips one of your tits in his large hand, gently squeezing it. He pressed his lips to yours again. He pulls the bra down to punch your nipple with thumb and forefinger.

A soft gasp leaving your lips as he pulls mouth away to lap at your nipple. One hand kneads at your other breast while the other travels to your hips to unzip your skirt. He pushes the material down your legs and tosses it.

He pulls away from you unbuckle his own slacks. Gaze on you as you remove your bra and panties. Slinging your panties at him, giggling as he catches them with ease.

“You testing me, right now?” He smirks down at you. “Asking me put these on, princess?”

“Issei! Shut up!�� You laugh at him before deciding to tease him and spreading your legs for him. “Please, ‘sei. Need you so bad,” you whine as you slip your fingers down to your clit, rubbing gently.

He lets out a deep breath and tugs his underwear down his legs, stepping out of them and crawling back over you.

He slaps your hand away from your pussy and grabs both of your hands pinning them above your head.

“You really think you make yourself feel better than I can?” He scoffs.

“N-no.”

“That’s what I thought. I make you feel good don’t I, baby?” He smiles down at you, running a thumb across your cheek.

“So good, ‘sei. Please fuck me,” his smiles grows wider as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

He lets go of your wrists before straight back up, and gripping his aching cock in his hand. “Gonna fuck you so good, angel.” He says, tapping the thick head of his cock on your hard clit. Watching your tiny hole clench at the stimulation.

He lines it up to your hole, head catching your slick lips. “Put it in daddy please,”

With no hesitation he begins pushing his large length into your tiny, snug cunt.

Throwing his head back and groaning as you clench tightly around him. “Fuck- baby. Your pussy is so tiny. Dunno if you can even take all of me.”

You nod desperately, “I-I can. I can do it. Please,”

“If you say so, don’t expect me to stop then. Got it?” He bites his lip watching you nod eagerly, eyes wide and glossy.

You thought that by now you’d be used to the wide stretch every time he pushed his cock inside of you, but you weren’t. It burned and it hurt but it felt so good. To have something so long and thick filling you to the brim. Stretching you beyond your limit every time he fucked you.

When he bottomed out, thick, heavy balls touched your ass and tip kissing your cervix, you nearly passed out. His dick so thick it rested and throbbed on your g-spot, causing you to cum around him while he pushed in.

“Did you just cum?” He huffs an amused laugh. Your cheeks flush a deep red and rest your arm on your eyes to cover your face. “Aww, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

He ruts his hips into you when you don’t respond to him. Your arm falls off your face as your head tips back.

He pulls his hips back, tip catching your lips before slamming right back in. You both moan out.

Issei grabs the back of your knees to push them against your chest, allowing him to fuck you deeper.

“Ohh~” you moan out. Your hands grip at your own thighs. “Harder, please.”

He smiles at you before hammering his Cock into you. Your eyes roll back into your head as he pounds your cervix over and over again. Successfully leaving you brainless.

Your head lolls to the side and your tongue peels out of your mouth spilling drool down the side of your face. He keeps his gaze trained on the far away look in your eyes. Listens to the whimpers and moans that leave your lips as pounds into your spasming cunt.

“Squeezing me, baby, you gonna cum again?”

“Uhhhh uh huh,” he chuckles at your inability to answer.

“Aw,” he faux frowns, “did I fuck you stupid, baby girl? Huh, did I fuck your little brain out?”

You don’t respond to him. Too busy focusing on the quickly approaching orgasm. You arch your back high off the bed in turn causing him to fuck you at a new angle, even deeper and more pleasurable than the last. One last thrust has you cumming around him again.

Creaming thickly on his cock. The sight makes his cock throb. Your stretched pussy, accommodating his girth, and the translucent white that coats his cock as his continues to fuck you through your second orgasm.

He pulls out when you calm down, whining because you thought it was over, but you’re quickly shut up when turns you around. Propping your hips up, so your ass was in the air and your face shoved in the pillows.

He quickly pushes his length inside you. Returning back to his previous pace. He could taste how close he was. His balls twitching as they slapped against you. He leans over pressing kisses to your shoulders and cheeks, arms leaning on either side of your head.

Soft gasps leave you with each slam of his hips. The small pool of puddle of drool that seeps into the sheets makes him chuckle gently. He knows he fucked you silly, fucked you so silly you can’t even be concered about something you’d usually find so gross.

He knew you were going to cum again soon, hopefully with him, because your walls clamped impossibly tight around him. So sensitive from your previous two orgasms he knew you’d be coming in no time anyway.

A few more deep, hard thrusts later he had you gushing around him. Clear liquid splashing on his balls had him pushing deep inside you releasing his thick load inside your abused womb. Filling you up wholy. Cum seeped out around his dick, spilling out when pulls himself from your sore cunt.

He rolls you on your back and presses soft kisses all across your face. “Such a good girl.” He hums softly. “Love you so much, baby.”

He hears your content sigh and relaxes when he notices you coming back down to reality. “Hi, baby.” He smiles at the cute grin on your lips, cheeks rosy and stained tears on your cheeks.

“Hi bubba.” You sigh. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before running off to the bathroom to get a damp rag to clean you up.

Chuckling at the quiet squeal that leaves your lips at the cold feeling. “Feeling okay? Wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You shake your head at him. “I’m okay. But I do wanna know where all this came from.” You question as he takes in his arms, resting your head on his chest.

“Just wanted to let you know how good I make you feel,” he shrugs, a hint of smugness in his voice.

“I hate you.” You laugh at his words.

“Sure you do, baby. Sure you do.” He hugs you tighter to his chest.

He knew there was no question that he fucked his girl the best. Maybe he’d bring up what he’d heard, or really lack thereof, or maybe he wouldn’t. But one thing was sure, no one could fuck you better than him.

A/n: I DID IT!!! I finally finished this request. I need to get back into the dirty mindset lol but I hope you liked this cuz this concept was fucking sick. And I’m feeling better (for now lmao I think I’m alright 😳)

Request are back tf open!

#matsukawa smut #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #pea answers stuff #pea loves mattsun #(◍•ᴗ•) anon

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mk-tozier · 4 years

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BRAT| RICHIE TOZIER X READER

@softbumble asked: I was wanting a smut with Richie x quiet reader where the reader is acting like a brat and Richie decides to teach them some manners.

17-18 years old or whatever age you want idc lmao

I’m sorry if this is bad or not what you wanted, I’m also gonna be kinda slow on requests, I’m trying the best as i can. Also sorry if its short or kinda rushed I’ve been kinda busy!

It’s kinda bad and very repetitive. Thats on me tho cuz its rushed. Again sorry if this is not what you had in mind. I was also writing this with the IQ of 2 because my brain was not working after taking a 1 hour and a half science test and then a math test right after so please excuse the absolute chaos this writing is.

warnings: smut, language, slight choking, degrading, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, idk man’, unedited as hell

I sat in Bill’s living room, next to Richie, sitting on the couch. An hour before me and Richie were at home, fingers tangled in each others hair, He trailed kisses down my neck, leaving hickeys and love bites on my neck as he played with the waistband of my underwear, teasing me and rubbing my clit through it. Then we got a call from Bill asking to hangout and Richie being Richie said we’ll go and left me unsatisfied. So now i was stuck on the couch, bored and horny. “why do you look so upset y/n, did something happen?” Ben asks. “No I’m just tired, thats all.” i said sweetly, but shooting Richie a glare. He smirked, before looking back at the tv which was playing some movie that i had no interest in. Bill and Stan were setting things up, getting snacks from the kitchen, board games from the closet, getting things together. I wasn’t exactly sure what we were doing but we were waiting for them to finish up.

Stan came into the living room, placing a bowl of chips onto the table. “Heyy stanny boyyyyyyyyyyy” I giggled, i have no idea why but i made myself laugh. “hey Y/n” He smiled. “you’re my twin” i say. “how so?” he asks, seeming genuinely interested in what i had to say. “We’re both quiet, sassy, funny” i stop to send Stan a wink at the word ‘funny’ “and cool people” I smile brightly. “i agree” he shakes his head, smiling. I look over to see a annoyed Richie. Hes very easy to make jealous, thats whats fun about him. Stan walked out of the room to continue helping Bill. “flirting with another guy” Richie muttered to himself, in a growl. I put my hand on Richies thigh. He looked over at me. “what’re you doing?” he growls again. “nothing” i shrug. I lay my head on his shoulder.

time skip

i layed with Richie comfortablely, My hand still on his thigh. The boys finished setting everything up, putting on ‘The Goonies’. I moved my hand higher up Richies thigh, closer to his manhood. I looked up at him, Richies jaw clenched. “Richieeee” i whined into his ear. “what?” he replies. “i need youuuu.” i whine again, kissing his neck. “wait until we get home” he mutters. “but i need you now” i brush my hand against his clothed dick, feeling it harden a bit. “baby pleaseee” “I said wait until we get home” Richie growls into my ear. I huff but listen to him, keeping my hand on his thigh. He moves my hand off his thigh and onto the couch. I huff again, annoyed, hes being no fun. I wait a few minutes before putting my hand back on his thigh. “princess, stop it” he whispers into my ear. I ignore him, moving my hand closer to his manhood. “if you dont stop I’ll have to punish you” he growls. I stop moving my hand, leaving it directly on his hard-on. Richie keeps his eyes on the tv, jaw clenched and anger in his eyes. Just what i wanted. I began to palm Richie through his joggers, causing his breath to hitch. He grabbed my wrist, moving it away from my pants. “I just remembered i told my parents that I’d have Y/n over for dinner, they love her so they insist in inviting her to dinners. they’ll kill me if I’m late so we gotta go” Richie says to the losers, they nod understanding. He pulls me through the living room and out the door, shutting it behind him. “what the fuck was that?!?” Richie growls. He gets on his bike, i get on the back, wrapping my arms around him. “answer me” “its your fault, you said we could go to Bill’s, maybe if you werent such a tease then i wouldnt of done what i did” I snap back. “Acting like a brat now, are we?” he says, pedalling faster

When we arrived to the house Richie threw his bike to the ground on his front lawn, he dragged me inside, the door unlocked. Richie pushed me against the wall, attacking my neck. “Made me lie to the losers because you were so needy” He mumbled against my neck. “Needy slut can’t even wait until we get home” Richie says before beginning to suck and lick at my soft spot. I moan from the unexpected contact. “you like that? hmm?” i nod my head. Richie trails down my neck, kissing my cleavage, his hands roam under my shirt. “Rich, not here” i gasp. “Its my house, we can fuck wheverever the hell i want” He grumbled. Richie picks me up, walking up the stairs, continuing to attack my neck with hickies. He pushes open his bedroom door, kicking it closed when we enter the room, throwing me on the bed. Richie quickly takes off his shirt, throwing it somewhere, revealing his pale skin and skinny frame. He walks over to the bed, getting on top of me, arms on both sides of my body. Richie takes off my shirt, throwing it behind him. He kisses around my bra and down my stomach, kissing the skin right before my shorts/skirt, leaving hickies along the way, getting closer to where i needed him the most. “Rich, please” I whine. “please what? Use your words” “i need you, please” i whine again. “bad girls dont get what they want, beg for it.” He growls into my ear, the raspiness of his voice and the lust in his eyes made me want him more, a wetness pooling in my underwear. Richie unclasped my bra, attacking my breasts, licking and sucking at one nipple as he fondled with the other breast. “please Richie, i need you inside me so bad, your fingers, your tongue, anything, i just need you. so, so, so bad Rich” I beg. “such a needy slut, you’ll use anything to get off, won’t you? so desperate for my cock, huh” Richie kisses down my stomach, removing my shorts/skirt. “you’re so wet for me. you’re my little whore, just begging for my cock.I barely touched you and you’re all riled up?” Richie smirks.

He puts his thumb on my clit, rubbing me through my underwear, i moan, satisfaction running through me. Richie rubbed my clit slowly, applying pressure. “please Rich, please i need you inside of me.” I whine. “Such a impatient needy slut, can’t wait to feel my fingers inside of you, falling apart just from a little touch” He pulls down my underwear slightly, blowing air onto my clit. “such a little whore, all soaked” Richie pushes one finger into me, thrusting slowly, i moan loudly, before biting my lip. “faster Rich please” i let out quickly. He speeds up his pace, lifting himself to my lips. Richie connects his lips with mine, kissing me softly, sometimes he can’t help himself and he’ll kiss me softly or passionately, he’ll never admit it but he has a soft spot. Richie curls his finger, hitting a different angle, causing me to moan into the kiss. “you like that? hmm?“ I nod my head moaning, my hips buck, the familiar pit in my stomach growing, i clenched around his finger. Richie enters another finger, thrusting quickly. My hips buck again, i moan loudly, letting my hands go to his hair, tugging. “fuck, rich im gonna cum” i whine, clenching around his fingers. I feel my release pulsing through me. Richie pulls his fingers out, i whine, annoyed. “riiich” “Bad girls dont get to cum” He says before licking his fingers. “you always taste so good princess” Richie connects my lips with his once again, shoving his tongue in my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip. He pulls away, lowering himself. Richie licks a stripe up my pussy unexpectedly. “Rich!” i squeal. He swirls his tongue around my clit and down to my slit. Richie licks my clit slowly, holding my thighs. I bite my lip, holding back the sounds. He begins speeding up the pace, drawing little circles on my thighs with his fingers.

Richie starts licking slower before sucking on my clit, i cover my mouth, whining. Richie sits up, grabbing my hand. “let me hear you, dont cover your mouth. i want everyone to hear what a slut you are, let them know that you’re mine” He says before lowering himself, beginning to suck on my clit again. “Rich! Fuck!” i gasp, causing him to suck on my clit faster, i could feel the pit in my stomach growing already. My hips bucked into his mouth, i tugged on his hair. “Richieee baby im close” i groaned. He sucked faster, licking at my clit, swirling and moving his tongue. My hips bucked again as i let out an aspirated moan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck” i moaned, Richie pulled away quickly. “Riiiich.” I whine. “I told you, bad girls dont get to cum” he leans over me, arms on both sides of me again. “Maybe next time you’ll learn your lesson, flirting with Stan and acting like a brat? You had it coming” Richie whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Needy slut” He mumbles. He connects our lips once again, my hands travel to his hair, playing with it. Richie grinds against my heat, groaning into the kiss,his hard on rubbing me through his joggers. “Rich i need you, please. I know I’m a bad girl, please i learned my lesson, I’ll behave i promise”

“Yeah? You want this cock? Huh?” “Yes. Please richie.” “Good girl, begging for me so well. You’re gonna behave?” “Yes i will. i promise rich. I’ll be patient and i wont flirt with anyone, I’m yours and only yours” Richie groans. He gets off the bed, taking offf his joggers, his dick clearly showing through his boxers, is it up, helping him remove them. “Eager brat” Richie chuckles, he crawls onto the bed, pushing me onto my back. He looks up at me, his tip nearing my entrance. I nod, letting him know to go ahead. Richie slowly enters me, groaning, his precum leaking into my entrance. “So wet and warm for me” he groans. “Rich” i plead. Richie starts to thrust into me slowly, i moan, finally getting the pleasure i wanted. “Can Stanley fuck you this good? Huh?” Richie picks up the pace. I shake my head, whining. “Does his dick fill you up like this?” “N-no only you do.” I gasp. “Who’s are you?” He thrusts faster, groaning. “I’m yours Rich, only yours.” Richie groans again, he leans over, sucking on my neck, leaving dark purple bruises. My back arches and i moan loudly. He hovers over me again. “You’re mine” his words made the pit in my stomach grow, Richie puts his hand around my neck, making me moan. “You like that? You like when i choke you like the little toy you are.” He growls. I whimper, nodding my head. “You like using my hand as a necklace, hm? You like when i use you as my little sex toy?” Richie groans, i moan, his words sending me over the edge, my hips start bucking as i clench around him. “Are you gonna cum, princess?” I nod my head “yes richie. I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” I whimper again. “Go ahead doll, cum for me, cum all over my cock. I wanna see you” He whispers into my ear, completely sending me over the edge, making me cum harshly, my vision blurred from all the pleasure hitting me. “AH! RICH!” Richie chuckles, kissing my cheek. His fast pace continues, the grip on my neck loosening a bit. “Rich.” I whimper. “You wanted my dick, you’re getting it. You’re gonna take it until i cum, is that alright?” I nod, moaning from overstimulation. “You like that baby? You like how I’m using you as my little cocksleeve?” He groans into my ear. I nod, whining. Richies thrusts start to falter, getting sloppier. I can feel my high coming back, the pit in my stomach starting again. My hips buck again, clenching around Rich. He groans, making me clench around his dick more. “B-Baby you close again?” He says, shutting his eyes. “Mhm” “cum again for me. I’m here, its okay.” He thrusts rougher into me, his head falling back in pleasure. I whine, his pleasure sending me over the edge, cumming. Richie groans, his dick twitching inside of me. “I’m close. Shit. You fuck so good princess, taking my dick so well.” “You’re so good rich, filling my up with your big dick.” I whine, he groans, cumming in me, stopping his thrusts.

Richie pants, i run my fingers through his hair. “You did so well doll” He flashes me his signature goofy grin. Richie looked down. “That was hot.” He chuckles, i smile admiring his features. “I love you Rich.” I whisper, barely audible. Richies head snaps up, his cheeks red. “Y-you what? Did i hear that r-right. Y-you love me?” His face softens, he smiles slightly. “I love you too Doll.” Richie plants a small sweet kiss on my lips, he pulls out. “You need a bath princess?” He asks. “That’d be nice.” I say softly. “C’mon I’ll go set up the bath”

#richie tozier #richie tozier smut #beep beep richie #smut #richie tozier x reader #that one moment when you have no tags fluff richie Tozier fluff

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randomsevans · 3 years

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CHEATS TO LIFE LONG LIES

Chapter 2

Lisa pov

I sat at the kitchen isle with my phone heavy in my hand. My heart beating fast with excitement

I got the text just last night around 5 pm which must of been early morning late night of them . As the waters final broke

My newest granddaughter coming into the world

I couldn't sleep all night . The panic of everything and how it's all a sudden become very real . If that how I felt god knows how y/n felt .

I'm just glad she wasnt by her self she been through so much the last couple of month no thanks the my son .

Arr that's a story for a different time . I love and adore that boy . Mothers love after all but I wont ever forgive or forget what he did to the girl I'd hope to call my daughter one day .

He threw it all away for his new assistant he cheated with and now he has to deal with the consequences.

I gladed up to the clock on the wall behind me .

7.18

God is she even hear yet ?

I know labour can be long and hard . I should know four times but with everyone it's less time

I zoned out thinking about each day my own little ones came into the world . Robert was always with me . With his kids when they came into the world .

It's a shame y/n and the baby will never know that. But this is what she wanted nothing to do with my son . I dont blame her. It pains me so much .especially lying to my son but he lied to her for far too long. Did what he said he would never do . But did it anyway .

At least Scott's with them

I'll never forget the day we found . Found out everything.

7 months ago

3rd person

"You know lisa your pancakes ....... " y/n slowed swoled the rest of her food.

"Are too good for this world "

A soft giggled escape y/n lips as syrup tripled down her chin as Lisa's laughter boomed through out the kitchen

"Why thank you .... " Lisa said with a wife smile on the other side of the table .

"So what's chris and you up today " she asked

The smile that was once on y/n suddenly dropped as her head fell down look at the plate

"Ummm .. he went to New York for a shoot I think ..." she said quietly

"Is that boy serious!"

"Its fine lisa he said hell be back tonight you know " y/n rushed out

Lisa sighed and took a deep breath

"That's not the point .... he just asked for your hand in marriage and he couldn't spare a month or two to spend with you ."

Lisa stated but then her brows raised "wait I thought he said he didnt have anything for at least 9 weeks "

Y/n just shrugged her shoulder clearly hiding somthing

"Did you two have a fight ? " lisa asked but quickly came consider as y/n face twisted with disgust.

"What is it the pancakes or my son ?" Lisa chuckled lightly leaning towards placing a hand on top of y/n . Who just shook her head until she shot up and raced around the kitchen isle to the sink .

The sounds of choking and gagging as well as a swash sounded echoed throught out the kitchen

Lisa stood as fast as she could and went behind y/n

"I'm..... hmmm.. I'm...so ...s...so sorry lisa " y/n wiped her mouth with the back of her hand a few tears escaped her eyes .

"What ... no dont be silly. " lisa quickly filled a glass of water up handing it to y/n

"Maybe I didnt cook the pancakes right ?"

"No ... not at all "

Lisa titled her head waiting for y/n to continue.

"It happend this morning..... and yesterday " y/ n half closed her eyes as her heart sped up .

"And umm .umm"

"How long " a small smile spread on lisa face .

"What ? " y/n head shot up

"How far along are you ?" Lisa asked .y/n eyes wides

"What !..... "

Lisa had a small knowing smile on her face .slowly taking the glass out of y/n hand

"Come on .. we are going to the store .."

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Present day lisa pov

I rember that day . God we were both so happy . Well I was . I was about to be a grandmother again . And I know y/n was but she was hiding somthing

I'm not gonna lie at first I thought it might not be chris by the way she was acting . But it was far from it . More like she was to much of love fool to leave my stuiped son . It pains me to think about the future there could of had . The pain and lies he put her threw

But hey she has her baby and he now has his son to .

My eyes blured as I was stuck in my own head . I almost missed the phone buzzing in my hand

I smiled wide

"Hi " I waved as I asked the face time to my youngest sons face on the other side .

"Hi ma " scott said quietly. Clearly still in the hospital room

"So !" I said exitenly nearly bouncing on my seat

"Ma ! " scott snapped quietly again . "There asleep "

"Both of them " I asked . Abit upset .

"Yeah " scott began to make he way across the room

"Sorry " I said quietly.

Scott shook his head a little laugh left him as he smiled .

"So ..." he tiled her phone until i saw a sleeping y/n sound a sleep "she wiped out "

"I dont blame her child birth is no joke "

"Tell me about I think she broke my hand "scott said seriously.

"Just be thankful she didnt bite you " I laught

Scott zoomed his face back on him

"No she did . " he nodded his head " got stitches to ... oh and I think my ego hurt to ... she made her feeling very clear .... I think she thought I was chris when she did tho . " he took a deep breath "that's what I'm telling my self anyway "

I couldn't help but laugh. I couldn't help my self Scott looked like a kick puppy

"Ma it's not funny I got stitches ..."

I shook my head slowly quiting my laughs

"Sorry "

The smile quickly returned on Scott's face

"So .... ready to meet your granddaughter?"

My eyes widen as I nodded "please "

Scott switch the carma so it flipped until next to the hospital bed there was a tanspart container that was filled with pink and yellow blankets

My breath stopped and my eyes watered

"Oh my.... "

"She beautiful isn't she ?" Scott said softly

A sob left me "oh my god Scott just look at her. "

"Oh ma dont cry "

"I have to... just look.... oh she just... "

I quickly wiped the tears away

"So .... how ... "

"She healthy ..." Scott began behind the carma as it was till forced on the little bundle

"Small at 5 pounds but healthy . Small surprising how big the bump was ..."

"Good .. good " I chuckled. "Oh .."

"And do you wanna guess what she called her ? "

"Lisa ?" I quickly said .

"No .." oh my heart snake "well not quite ..."

I heard some murmurs and bed sheets moving

"Its ma ..."

"Oh .!"

The phone images blured as the phone was quickly taken. Until it fell onto a tried looking y/n with bed hair .

"Hi " y/n

"Hiya "

"So what point did he get to ?" She asked

"The name " I said .

"Oh yes the name "

"Lisa meet ... Clara Lisa Anne Evans"

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #fanfic #chris evans au #chris evans x you #chris evans x mom!reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x y/n

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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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Tom Holland x black reader getting caught fucking in his childhood bed and his parents making reader and Tom talk about it in a family meeting 💀💀

Oop-

Summary: que?

Warnings: smut and an awkward situation. Cringy smut of course, yelling ar new borns- LaNgUaGe

T.H| I’m Sorry You Said What?

You and tom rode in the car, bumping to something random on the radio as you both made your way back to his old home. Youve been there before but it was nice to come back after a while.

“Y/n?” “What?” You asked looking at him. “I love you” “ewwwww” you stuck out your tongue, he rolled his eyes and smacked his lips while you giggled.

“Im sorryyyyyy” “no your rude” tom shook his head unbuckling himself. “It was a simple joke! Its not my fault you couldnt take it!” He glared at you “you suck” “you swallow” “you choke” “i- i do” you admit making him laugh “ i wont lie” you shrugged and hopped out the car, closing the door behind you.

You both walked to the door and he held on your waist pressing a kiss to your forehead. He knocked and was met immediately with his father with a bib on. “Whats the bib for?” “Im trying to online teach kids how to eat neatly” “they must be newborns for that-“ you bud in.

“Exactly- its to mad in there” “they dont even know theyre moving how do you expect them to know how to raise a fork” nikki asked making you all laugh as dom shrugged but opened the door more inviting you both in. Tom stepped in after you both and you shared hugs before he pulled you into his room. “Thomas is this your room?” “Yes” “why is there a one direction poster?” “I love Niall Horan” he shrugged and shut the door.

Your eyebrows furrowed at him in confusion “I would take you as more of a zayn fan” “well there goes something new, and I know about your obsession with Harry styles already, do NOT rub it in” he demanded making you giggle, you took off your shoes and laid in his bed, which was comfy, not firm like yours used to be, but as long as you had a roof over your head everything was goddamn fine🙄.

Thomas decided to lay down next to you and you still looked around “I’m supprised you don’t have twilight in here” you giggled “shut up” he chuckled and laid his head in your breast, you played with his hair and tugged it a bit making him let out a small groan “Thomas don’t-“ “you tugged my hair!” “This is your childhood room for heaven sakes” “let’s make more memories then!” He suggested. “You get on my nerves’ you smacked your lips as he reached up to kiss your neck and slowly make his way to your sweet spot. “I want youuuu” he sung.

“But I dontttt” “yes you doooo” “okay maybeeee” “I’m gonna take off your clothessss” “go aheadddd”you moaned a little bit from his nibble on your sweet spot as he trailed his hands down your stomach giving you goosebumps. Your turned your head to meet his lips, “did I ever tell you how amazing you look today?” “No”

“Well-“ he cut himself off, you just love to ruin the mood all the time. “Ay don’t blame me if anything you did because were in your childhood bed right now” “I’m gonna fuck you and that’ll make you be quiet, won’t it?” You just sighed at his words, but letting the blood flow south.

“Actually it won’t, I’d make you scream and let everyone hear- (this is your family for heaven sakes😭)” he mumbled, playing with the hem of your underwear and you let out a low moan. “Yeah i know youd like that, naughty girl (😭😭 i cant)”

He gently rubbed your pearl over your paintes while you unbuckled his pants, palming him through his jeans feeling his hard. He let out a groan and pressed harder on your clit making you whine and buck your hips onto his hands.

“AH” you both jumped and looked at the door seeing it was still shut you sighed in relief. “NO NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP THE FORK DOESNT GO ALL THE WAY DOWN YOUR THROAT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW- IM TELLING YOUR MOM- WHAT WHAT- DONT CRY PLEASE STOP ILL GET IN SO MUCH TROUBLE”

Tom groaned by the buzzkill of his father, but let out laughs in your neck. “Just make it quick tom” you whispered against his forehead kissing it, he nodded and got up, walking to the door and you stood to, taking off your pants while he made sure it was locked, when he looked back he saw you struggling and tripping over your shoes making him chucke before walking over and making yiu stand straight, right before pinning you to the wall.

He took your hands and yanked them over your head making you clench your legs together. “Open up” he demaned softly, putting his knee in between your legs and opening them before looking at you. “Your so beautiful baby girl” he kissed you, biting your lip. “Dont move your hands? Hear me?”

“But it will start to hurt” you pleaded but he only tsked at you and told you to follow his orders before pulling down his pants and boxers a bit to pull himself out, you both still had clothes on, well you didnt have your jeans on (which is so fuckin unfair) and your shoes but he kept his on.

He took his hands and pressed his chest against your to keep you in place before he lifted your legs around his hips and used a single hand to pull your panties to the side. He spit in the tip of his fingers before runnjng them through your folds “oh- your already soaked” he said before coning cocky “i didnt even do anything yet” “please fuck me already” you begged and he smiled, watching as he slipped himself in, a moan leaving both of your lips.

He started to fill himself in you while you struggled to keep your hands in place. He groaned pumping in you, fucking you against the wall, he hooked his hands under your knees and pushed them closer to the walls to open you up. “Fuck tommy” you gasped, your head leaning back against the wall and he took the chance to lick and suck on your sweet spot, to hot in the moment to remember where he is.

“Fuck y/n your so tight- shit-“ he felt you clench, he started to harder but slow, the sound bouncing off the wall as you swallowed your moans. “Shit- tommy” your back arched off the wall, your arms to tired and heavy so they went around his shoulders and your head in his neck. “You tired baby?“

“UMMMMM” nikki said, both of your heads whipping around. “MOM-“ she slammed the door closed before anything else could happen.

“Dinner is in 15 minutes- uhhhh dont be late. Make sure to clean up” she said leaning up against the door “and please dont ya know-“ she nervously chuckled “finish” “IT WASNT LIKE THAT I SWEAR”

“Thomas it’s obvious” you glared at him, when he pulled out of you a sigh left your lips. “I swear i locked the door” he said putting himself back, watching you as you got yourself together. “Does it really matter now?” He only shrugged in response.

Toms cheeks were scarlet while you tried to get yourself to stop shaking so much. “It cant be that bad, right?” You held onto his arm for strength. “I mean it should all be fine cuz like- they did it to have me!” “Yeahyeahyeah” you nodded, kinda getting confident. “Lets just go” you pulled his arm to the dinning room, meeting a pair of 2 eyes starring at you both.

You all just sat there in silence, all of your movements halt as you made eye contact with nikki and tom made eye contact with his dad. “Dont be shy now, its only dinner” nikki said, placing the plates infront of the seat.

You looked at tom and he did a small nod walking right behind you to sit in the seats right next to each other.

“If you couldnt already tell we are having- erm spaghetti” she smiled trying to ease the tension but it was to thick.

After everyone took a couple bites you sipped the water. “Would you care to explain what happened-“ you choked on the water at doms words, the water shooting out of your nose while everyone looked at you. “I drank it to fast- haha” you faked a laugh, cleaning yourself up with the napkin.

“I didnt know you could do that....” tom said before looking at his dad. “We uhhh had ya know” tom looked away, feeling his ears start to burn up. “Ya know???” Nikki comments.

“You knowwwww like uhmmm” “clearly child” dom said glarring at him. “Who had the idea?” “I think we both know who”

You lifted your arms up in defense “it wasnt me” tom smaced his lips at you and you looked at him shrugging “it wasnt!” “You told me to make it quick!-“

“THOMAS” “whaaaat?! Its true!” “You still started it!”

Nikki and don watched the fued between as you to continued to complain and fight. “You were clearly being to loud thats why we got caught!-“

“Actually i heard thuds against the wall soooo” nikki spaced off as you glarred at him. “Who was making to much noise?” You lifted an eyebrow before he rolled his eyes and turned his chair a bit to not look at you.

“Did you use protection?” Dom asked. “Uhhh no” tom said. “Why not?” Nikki butted in. He only shrugged. “You need to use protection” “no we dont”

Nikki tapped behind her ear “what did you say?” “We will use protection” tom changed his mind. “Aha and how did you get that mark on your neck” nikki turned to you.

“I-uh burned my neck with the curling iron!” “Your hair isnt in curls” you bit your lip at her words “yeah welp i gave up after and dumped my hair in water” dom tried to read toms face and body language “it looks like a bruise, how high was the temperature?” Nikki asked, slightly concerned. “I have no idea”

“Just- why here?” Tom starred at nikki “i dont know i was just caught in the moment~” “dont you only say that when your a virgin doing it-“ “y/n we are supposed to be a team!” “Im just saying!”

“Before you both argue again.....” nikki said stopping the pot from boiling. “I just want to say that i hope your both happy and no longer sexually aroused”

“Nikki!” “What?! I have to say that Dominic!” “No you didnt, but if you dont mind i have to be leaving now, i have to teach the babies how to read” dom stood and took his plate to the kitchen, soon everyone done with their meal as you sat in silence washing dishes with nikki.

“Are you planning on making me a grandma?” She whispered, handing you the wet dish. “No not really” you sighef, drying the dish. “That sucks” “yep”

“But like why not!” “Toms busy with work and all do i dont want him to feel to responsible” “i have to agree on that one, barely wants to wipe his ass” “nikki!” You whisper yelled as she giggled, passing you anothet plate as you put the old one back.

“I know how it feels- dom cant keep his hands off of me” she winked as your eyes widened at her. “What! Im old not dead y/n” “you are not old nikki and plus i dont wanna know that!” “Hey im just letting you know” she shrugged.

“Dad she isnt pregnant and wont be anytime soon” “just bring me the babies! I will teach them how to cook, clean, eat-“ “thats our job dad”

“Well its better then these babies- WHO WONT STOP CHEWING ON THE BOOK-“

“WAAAAAAA”

“OH GOD PLEASE STOP CRYINGGG BLOODY HELL” dom said, snatching the ipad. “But please dont have sex in my house, thomas” dom glared at him while tom aggressively nodded his head.

“S-seth”

“THATS A NO NO WORD- STOP SAYING THAT” dom yelled again, stressing himself out. “WHY ARE YOU EVEN DOING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?” Nikki yelled from the kitchen, walking infront of you into the livingroom.

“BECAUSE THESE BABIES ARE GONNA BE VERY SMART- IF THEY COULD FECKING LISTON (i did that on purpose)”

“f-fe-“

“Dont you even” he pointed at the new born through the ipad.

“Seth!”

“DOMINIC!”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland au

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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2: At first? No. Ran was the first one who noticed when something was off but Ranbob brushed it off as him being tired. Though when he saw that his brother was still acting that way he kept checking in, til "Ranbob" eventually snapped at him one day, scaring and hurting Ran enough to get him to stop. His parents and Lias and Memi also noticed, but Lias and Memi didn't ask as often because Ran told them not too, and when Memi asked Ranbob gently told her its ok and to not worry. Lias was hesitant to accept this but eventually did, with Ranbob promising to tell him if something was wrong, a promise he sadly broke. Ranbob was close to his family, especially his younger siblings, and loved to play and study with them. He had a lot of friends at first that he played games with and joked around with. Though after he started to get out under more pressure and the introduction of Dream he got distant, lost all of his friends (even though he still cared for them), didn't play with Lias or Memi nearly as much, started skipping dinners and not talking to his parents or Ran. And when Dream was mostly and fully in control, he stopped talking at all, and ignored everyone. Lias desperately tried to get him to talk but that just resulted in a harsh stare with a silent promise, Memi tried to hug him, which he then pushed her away, and when Ran tried one last time to talk to him, but "Ranbob" just punched him and walked away. When his parents tried one very last time to intervene, that's when it got fatal. The Gladiators where horrified at what they read, finding it hard to believe and making them sick to their stomach. Benjamin caught them reading it, though he simply sadly smiled at them and said, "I read it too. Its horrible isn't it? He didn't deserve to go through that. But we'll help him. We'll help him be free and be himself again, I promise you, and everyone else. We'll save him." They felt like they where staring at a ghost, it was unnerving, to see such a happy and young Ranbob, knowing what will happen to him that will wipe him clean of all happiness. And it felt disrespectful when they caught sights of Ranya, Seth, Lias, and Memi. Cause they never knew them, and now they where looking into the such happy and gleeful eyes of dead people who don't know the torture their son and brother is going through. (And that went for everyone)

3: This is literally Ran's mentally when it comes to being stabbed, "I've been stabbed multiple times before and I haven't died. Therefor, I am immortal." Yes he is :). He gets threatened with Benjamin because if Benjamin finds out he isn't eating or sleeping Benjamin will force him to eat every bite of a full meal and force him to go to bed, sitting next to him and reading to him until he falls asleep. Which sounds nice, but considering Ranbob doesnt want to "bother" them, its a threat to him. Raq will always cause problems, he's a expert tracker and because of that he's able to hunt the groups down. He often will pop out of nowhere and attack the group, chasing them down until someone turns around and attacks him. Often Ran attacks him by looking Raq directly in his eyes, causing him to flee. Cause even though Raq wants to get Ran, he knows very well if they make eye contact he will lose a battle no matter what he does, so its best to run and attempt to blind him at a later point. Ran his very happy to be on the road again, and if Ranbob wasn't there (who's keeping Ran on edge and preventing him from fully enjoying the trip, though its mostly just Ran doing it to himself), he would be non-stop talking and running ahead of the group. But even with Ranbob there he's happy to finally be moving again.

4: The gladiators did not witness it first hand, rather they heard screaming and went to check it out, worried and alarmed. And when Ranbob went into the depressive state did Benjamin come over to them and explain what was going on and what was going to happen. When then Jackie offered to help keep Ranbob company while Grievous and Watson offered to go along with Cletus to find Ran. When they heard the scream Jackie was scared and nervous, Grievous was anxious and on edge, Watson was calm yet curious, and Ran was mad and on edge. And when they found out what happened, Jackie felt bad and sympathetic, Grievous felt sad and a bit guilty, Watson was sympathetic and felt bad for him, and Ran was pissed.

5: Isaac and Benjamin just kinda accepted it and went "Yes he is like a lost puppy and we love him for that.", Charles was embarrassed and instead of responding properly he muttered out an excuse and left, cause he was not expecting to be confronted with Ranbob being like a puppy at all and didn't know how to respond, and Cletus just stuck his tounge out and blew raspberries. And Ranbob was just purely embarrassed.

6: Actually first thing Ranbob got when he arrived to the fishermen house was wrapped up in multiple fluffy blankets and had a hot chocolate shoved in his hands. Also whenever he goes into a depressive episode or wants to go back the fishermen just bring out emergency blankets and quickly make either hot chocolate or tea and Ranbob loves it every single time.

7: Ranbob is mixed, he loves it being back as it reminds him of such good times, but it also doesn't feel right when Charles says it because Ran was the one who made it. It only sounds right when Ran says it. Ran is angry that Ranbob is letting someone else call him Bobby (which he is also sad about), but is also mad that he's mad that someone else is using it. But he's also happy its being used again, and is happy to see Ranbob still enjoys it. Grievous of course notices it, but doesnt look into it, and so does Watson but he also doesn't ask about it, determing it to be something the brothers themselves have to talk about.

8:Because if it was Porkius or literally anyone else, they wouldn't of helped and would've watched happily as the two fought, waiting until one fell and even encouraging the fight. But they also jumped into the area from the stands and Cletus specifically placed himself between the two, pushing Ran back and yelling at him (which rarely anyone does) when Benjamin then came up to try to calm the raging enderman down, while Charles checked on Ranbob, and Isaac kept look out for any sudden movements between the two so he could intercept the potential attack. Plus when Isaac saw the other group approaching he ran to meet them, asking if they knew Ran and when they said yes, quickly stating a plan to safely restrain Ran long enough until Ranbob was taken to safety. Then leaving Ran to the group, but also saying how he wanted to talk later.

10: Sounds like the certain town just may be the ruins of the Greater SMP. So I'll probably have Wilburs Decendent (which I dont currently have a name for, if anyone has one please feel free to suggest one!) As a popular performer there and also the towns historian, so when our groups get there Wilbur is able to provide information about Dream, Ranboo, basically everyone and the history of the SMP. Most likely going be a part of the story when Ran truly starts to slowly believe that his brother didn't meant to do everything he did.

11: Yep, he knows Ranboo used to have bad memory (not how bad it was, just that it was bad) but he's never read it because Mizu never had the actual book, it was only told in tales and stories that Mizu had. If that makes sense. Ranbob will get plenty more hugs I promise you, though that also means he gets hurt more.

12: Kinda but also cause I enjoy writing angst.

Ok ok here's some fluff: These all take place a good week or 2 (or longer) after Ran forgives his brother and the relationship gets better. Watson walks in on the two sharing a blanket and sleeping against eachother. With them leaning on eachother and leaving almost no space between them. Ran finally calls Ranbob Bobby again and Ranbob cries and hugs his brother tightly, Ran is shocked but quickly hugs back just as tightly. Ranbob gets to finally pull a big brother move and tease Ran about his "nerdy" habit of reading so many books, Ran tries to fire back that Ranbob literally picked a idol that requires you to be a bookworm but he simply shoots back that Technoblade also requires you to be a bookworm. Its been spotted multiple times of either Ran or Ranbob having their tail wrapped around his brothers wrist or leg, and the two aren't very far apart now. Jackie jokes about being replaced by Ranbob and being heartbroken, basically draping himself over Ran and whining while everyone else laughs at Rans distress. Ran and Ranbob eventually agree to merge their two hauntings, which is extremely rare and is the biggest sign of trust and love there is in enderman language. Ran reads to Ranbob one night after a bad relapse, which ends up soothing Ranbob much sooner than anything else.

I also have a more mythical idea of fluff that probably wont be in the main story, but im willing to share it if you want.

2: Only his family noticed? Dang, okay. I’m irrationally attached to his siblings now that they have names, and this only hurts me. Do the gladiators have any noticeable changes in behavior towards Ranbob and Ran after reading it? Also, who may Ranya and Seth be? I don’t believe I saw them mentioned earlier.

3: Technically, he’s right. He hasn’t died yet, anon, and he’s been stabbed multiple times, he could very well be immortal. I guess he should probably do his best to not get stabbed again though, I hear it’s kind of bad for you.

Ranbob: *Not doing something he should do for his own health*

Benjamin: *Self Care But As A Threat(Gently)*

Ranbob:

Ranbob: *Does it*

Also, even though I acknowledge that Raq could be a genuine threat, all I can imagine are Team Rocket shenanigans. He keeps trying to blind him in various, complicated ways, and fails hilariously. One time he actually manages to do it only for Jackie to take him out or for him to turn around and accidentally look Ranbob straight in the eyes cause the poor hybrid was trying to knock him out without a fight.

4: Yikes, that must have been pretty scary, just hearing everything go down. If I may ask, what exactly happened with Ranbob? You said there was screaming?

5: Well, at least everyone’s come to terms with it. Ran uses people as tote bags, and Ranbob is the local puppy, and it is what it is.

6: Very good! He needs it! Also, do they just keep them on hand? Just-he looks a tiny bit sad and Benjamin pulls blanket and tea out of thin air and burritos him.

7: Aww. But also, ouch. Oh well. At least we can get Ran eventually picking the nickname up again.

8: Oh? Interesting. Sounds like these guys are pretty quick on their feet. I can see why it’d impress the gladiators.

10: That? Sounds so cool? Oh, I really like that honestly, I can’t wait to see where you take that.

11: Neat. Is that where he got the idea for his diary, or? And why? Why must we suffer in order to take comfort from the kinder things in life? Why can’t Ranbob just have hugs without pain?

12: Did you genuinely just admit to aiming for my feelings with that last one?! Anon, how could you! I’ve been injured! My heart, Anon!

13: AWWWW. To all of this. So fluffy, and cute! Just what we needed, thank you! Also, more fluff, you say? Please share, we need all the fluff we can get.

Have a good week, Brothers Anon, and thank you for the lovely fluff, and equally lovely pain. I’m excited for more!

#Brothers AU #dream smp au #dream smp #tales from the smp #the lost city of mizu #ran #ranbob

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okay okay please write a hc post about Roman and Virgil managing Thomas's romance life together and it being another one of Their Things, that Logan and Patton barely really participate in? Like I can see them all happy and excited to do this, and Roman reassuring Virgil constantly that he's okay and that they can do this? like idk man I wanna see your thoughts on this. - 🐇

okokokokokokokokok i LOVE this ask thank u!!! i actually ran away with this a lot im sorry but im just LOVING THIS EPISODE SO MUCH so here is the l/b rendition of what happens after!!

so roman and vee actually cant talk coherently for a whole day after they are just so happy!! squealing and giggling! and logan and patton are so shocked by how excited they are but like in the surprised laughter way, they see their boys jumping up and down and rambling and smiling so big and it makes them so happy to see!!

for that evening ro and vee are just ECSTATIC and virgil gets so excited that he loses his voice and goes mute and can only happy flap and squeak and laugh and hum and roman gets so excited that he has WAY TOO MUCH energy and goes for an hour long impromptu run - which logan joins him on because he is worried roman will get so excited he will run off track and get lost !!

and while lo and ro are running and logan is marvelling at how roman manages to run for five mins straight AND not stop talking the whole time, patton is with vee and vee cant talk he can only bounce and squeal and so patton just bounces with him!! they hold hands and jump! he hardly knows what theyre so excited about but of course hes gonna catch the excitement its so contagious!! so they bounce and giggle and pretty soon vee regresses into the most playful excitable little baby

and logan and roman return and roman is still excitedly rambling and logan is chuckling through his breathlessness because actually it was pretty hard to keep up with roman - then ro sees that vee has regressed and INSTANTLY goes into kiddo mode and they have the most fun filled excited happy evening where the boys are just so so so giggly and theres lots of games and bouncing and tickling

the next day they manage to calm down a bit and think and roman realises that maybe flirting and romance hasnt worked in the past bc he was mainly working alone and it is a big job to handle for just one side and it has such a big effect on thomas' mental state that maybe he needs some assistance

and he approaches virgils room and finds him laying face down on his bed with his face in a pillow - roman would be worried that he was crying but he could see virgil was kicking his feet against each other too and roman smiles and 'still thinking about it?'

virgils head pops up from the pillow with the BIGGEST smile and says 'DUH of course i am!'

'me too!!' roman giggles and jumps onto virgils bed beside him to lie down and kicks his feet against the mattress excitedly 'ahhhhh!' he squeals

'ahhhh!!' virgil echoes

after a trifle more gay screaming they calm and are sat shoulder to shoulder against the headboard and virgil is shaking jiji in his hands to help stim and roman is stroking a little giraffe plushie vee has and roman brings it up that he is planning on texting nico this morning

virgil smiles bigger and clutches the toy to his cheat 'oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh yes go for it please please please-'

'hang on!' roman giggles 'im telling you because i thought maybe you would wanna help!'

for the first time since they left the mall yesterday virgils smile drops

'virgil' roman starts, but vee so quickly cuts him off

'i can't, im gonna mess it up! whenever im in charge of somthing i just panic and ruin everyth--'

'you wont be fully in charge, we'll share that role!'

'i-' virgil hesitates 'i dunno...'

roman sighs, then a determinstion comes over him and he sits taller and asks 'who pushed thomas to chase after nico?'

the tiniest little smile twists the corner of virgils mouth, but he scratches his cheek to hide it and when his hand lowers its gone 'that wasnt even a-'

'who pushed thomas to chase after nico?' roman repeats, smiling and poking virgils shoulder

vee bites his lip and pulls jiji up to hi chin 'mmnmn'

'i cant hear it' roman insists, twisting on the bed to face virgil directly. he makes a bold move and even reaches out to gently push virgils chin up so he looks at him. theres happiness dancing in virgils eyes WHICH ARE SURROUNDED BY GLITTERY PURPLE EYESHADOW IN CASE ANYONE FORGOT

'i did' virgil mumbles, followed by a muffled giggly because holy moly he actually did that!!

'and thats why youre my new romantic coworker' roman says very proudly, beaming ear to ear, though he hastily adds 'if you want to!'

virgil considers it, bites his lip, strokes jiji, then his smile practicaly lights up the whole room 'yes!'

and they learn a lot from each other by working together! in this au virgil and patton are the only ones who dont have designated working days, their work is reactionary more than anything, they dont have to create ideas or file information like the others, they just react as and when needed dependeing on what thimas experiences. but working with roman is virgils first experience having a sort of routine with work - every tuesday is romance planning!

they leave it flexible of course on account of both of their neurodivergency and allowing room to push the day back if one or both of them are little, but the predictability is actually something that virgil rlly appreciates and looks forward to every week!

and roman learns ways of reeling in his more extreme ideas and being able to apply a sense of realism to his plans! plus it helps him a ton to be able to talk about ideas and get them out, it helps organise them in his mind - and virgil constantly telling him how great he is at what he does does absolute wonders for romans self esteem too

shoot im out of words bc i just got excited about the episode again ahhhhhh gonna tag this as to be continued!!!!

#EDIT april 2021: none of this is canon anymore waaah sorry but i will leave it up anyway!!#all caps #long post #little/big concepts #asks #🐇 anon

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starlithan · 3 years

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I Promise

Part 3

Siren Jisung/ Reader(ft. Choi San ATEEZ)

Word Count:3540 words

Warnings: None

Summary: Han realizes that the amusement park is the last place he want to be, time is running out and he cant figure out what to do, meanwhile a certain someone comes to live with the both of you, and you bot get into a whole lot of trouble.

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Part 3

Y/n’s POV:

“I changed my mind .. THIS is my favorite food from now on” Han said as he munched on the last slice of cheesecake, I giggled “see I told you there are more tastier things then scrambled eggs” I said, chocolate from the cheesecakes was on the side of his lips, I took a tissue and wiped it off “you eat like a kid” I smiled and looked at him.

Too close, Y/n you're too close

I get back and clear my throat “come on there are more things you need to see since you're here”, I said as I looked around.

Han ’s Pov:

She's so cute. I smiled and went back to finishing up my cheesecake.

“Ahhh right the amusement park every human has to go there, it's a must do” she said getting all excited “what's an amusement park?” I asked as I wiped my face with the so-called tissue “here let's go” she said as she held my hand and pulled me along, we both ran to wherever she was taking me.

“Y/n slow down, or did you forget I just learned how to walk” I said huffing as we stopped, “and you know how hard it was to learn-.. Wow” I said as I looked at the big big…..things, this place was gigantic.

“I know right it's gigantic, come on we're gonna go to the haunted house first” she said as I nodded still in awe, “wait what's the haunted house?” I asked, does she wanna be possessed by ghosts or something, but luckily she read my mind “it's not real ghosts just people acting like ghosts so come on” she said as once again she drags me, well if there not real then that's okay, and personally how scary can they be, I mean sharks are more scarier than mere people

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I take my words back, People are scarier than sharks, “are you okay?” Y/n laughs as she pats my back , this is utterly embarrassing. I close my eyes and shake my head, “ice cream I'll go get some ice cream, you sit here” she said as she went to bring us some ice cream.

I close my eyes, why is my head hurting this much, the moment I open my eyes, I see tons of hearts glowing a fierce color of blue, everything else was black and white, I close my eyes again and slowly massage my temple “stop, stop” I whisper

Remember you only have 20 days till you turn back to a siren

I hear a voice whisper in my head, my eyes shoot open and everything's fine, everything's back in color, I only have 20 days, I got to get started today.

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Y/n’s POV:

“One chocolate and one peach in a cone please” I said as the guy nodded, ‘what's the time?” I whispered as I took my phone out

25 missed class from Minho Oppa

Domed I’m domed, I sigh, was something wrong

“Here you go one chocolate and one peach” the guy gave me my ice cream, and I thanked him and started to make my way to Han

To be honest I'm happy Han ’s here, I'm having lots of fun, I smiled thinking about how he was scared as hell in the haunted house, I even didn't have a single episode of the migraine too

“Here's your ice cream” I said as I handed him the peach one, he glanced at both “I want the chocolate one” he said

“Nope you're gonna try the peach one this time, trust me you're gonna love it” i said, he gave me a questioning look but took it in the end, I sat next to him “so how's your day in the human world going?’ I asked as I looked at the people passing by “well let me summarize that for you, on my first day I was attacked by a cat and a human both on the same day, on the second day I got to know that humans are more scarier than sharks, and that I'm afraid of heights” he said pouting and taking a huge bite of the ice cream.

I laughed with tears coming out of my eyes “first of all Darong thought you were fish and came on you did smell like it too and second San apologized and did give you his clothes that you are wearing at this very moment” I said, laughing “what's so funny?” he asked which made me laugh even more “your.. Haha...your face…” I laughed, he looked confused “is there something on my face” he asked, I shacked my head as a no.

“No your face expressions is soo cute” I said as my laugh started to come to an end, his face started to go red, to which I stopped, I think he's getting more sick, I placed my hand on his forehead, his fever is getting higher and higher, he held my hand, and for a minute we just stared at each other, he does have beautiful eyes it like you can see the whole sea in them.

“Stupid” he said as he scoffed “come on I'm hungry lets go home” he said as he got up and started to drag me with him, we just walked silently with the setting sun watching over us.

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Han ’s POV:

We got home and I sat on the table directly. I needed a minute to collect my thoughts. I had little time but why do i feel like it's going the opposite way “do you wanna eat now?” Y/n asked standing on the opposite side of the table, I nodded to which she went to the fridge and started to take out some food.

“Here you go” she said after a few minutes, she placed a bowl of rice and some side dishes, I can't lie she's a pretty good cook. She sat in front of me, hands on the table, eyes on me “you're not gonna eat?” I asked, she shocked her head as no “I'm not hungry” I nodded and started to dig into my food, “hey Han I was wondering what's the.. You know what's the difference between a siren and a mermaid in general” she asked.

“Didn't I tell you the first time” I looked up, “well you weren't very specific I mean in detail” she said, “well some sirens are born from the sea, and some are born from violent, watery depths, Drowning, being murdered at sea, their bodies being thrown into the water shortly after their deaths, stuff like that. Thy are the ones that sing to sailors, or anyone and drag them to their deaths, when they get to close, They are born anytime, but that's just a myth in between sirens about that there born from violent deaths no one has seen a siren born like that” i said as i was reminded of the monster i was, the real me

“On the other hand Mermaids are purely creatures of water, they look more like a fish then us, there dum most of them and aggressive too, even though if both of us die we turn into sea form, as if we never existed, mermaids eat human hearts thinking that that's what's gonna turn them into humans” i said getting back to my food, blocking out all the horrible thoughts.

“Was it hard?” my eyes shot up to her to see her heart was glowing a deep shade of blue

She's sad

I nodded, she bit her lip and nodded “if you-... if you wanna talk about it I'm always here” she said as she looked back up at me and smiled

Beat… why is my heart beating so fast?

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Y/n POV:

“You should probably sleep” I said as I picked up Darong “and you and me need some sleep and Darong and Y/n time” I said and winked, to be honest Darong was super mad at me, “I mean your the one who used to ignore me” i pouted as she turned her head the other way”.

I got changed and picked up my phone, shit i forgot to call Minho, this is the best time I guess, I dialed his number

Beep beep~

“Hey Y/n” I heard Minho

“Hey I'm sorry my phone was on silent” I said

“It's fine just come to the living room you have so much to explain” he said and hung up

What does he mean by come to the- shit i close my eyes and run out of my room to see Minho giving death glares to Han , and Han was doing the same, “Minho I-..” I started but he motioned me to stop “who are you?” he asked looking Han dead in the eye, Han gave me a panicked look, I mouthed my friend “your my friend” I whispered, he nodded “I'm her cousin” , I facepalm myself, shit now we're in big trouble how am i gonna explain this one.

“Well I'm her brother” Minho smiled, to which I'm sure Han understood that he messed up “so now Y/n explain pls”, I motioned Han to sit down, as he did and then we began to explain the siren stuff.

“So you're trying to say You.. Han right? Is a siren the ones that sing people to their deaths?” Minho asked and the both of us nodded “and how am I supposed to believe that?” he asked, I give a panicked look to Han , as he gets up and heads to the kitchen he picks up a glass and fills it with water and then heads back to us, he breaths and then puts his hand above the glass, for a moment we all sit there but nothing happens “what's going on, nothings happening, okay enough with the stories both of you tell me the truth” Minho says, but then water suddenly starts to levitate around his hand, me and Minho were in total awe “see I told you” I said as his eyes were stuck on the water now out of the glass and levitating above Han ’s hand, i look up at Han and smile, he returns that smile with a wink.

“Fine I believe you”

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authors Pov:

After that everything was settled, you all went to sleep, but to be honest even though Minho now believed in Han but it still looked like he was not giving him proper approval, but for the time being you were glad he was here.

Han ’s POV:

I'm glad I was half siren, for those powers to work, or damn I messed up, I lay on the couch my eyes on the roof, “you know if you do anything fishy to my sister I swear I'm gonna kill you and bury you so deep that even your own kind wont find you” her brother said as he lay his mattress on the floor, and went to sleep, back towards me, I sigh I mean I get it he’s her brother, it's good he's protective, who wont be she is something to protect, my thoughts start to kill me , I get up and head outside, slowly opening the door, but as I was opening the door I heard a small meow.

I glanced down to see the little monster rubbing against my feet “you want to go outside too?” I asked, more like I whispered, Darong gave a little meow, as I picked her up and we head outside, the cold night air, the cold lonely sea, to be honest I forgot the sea or being a siren when I spent time with her, I sit down on the sand and place darong in my lap, looking at the sea reminded me of my task, my heart sank to my feet “ugh I can't do it, am I falling for her?” I put my hands on my face, thinking of all the times she made my heart beat, “is this what love feels like, cuz I dont like it” I said as I stared at the sea, I took my necklace out of my shirt and inspected it, the vile was now half empty, “great I have little time left and I have zero progress, but what I'm feeling towards her is it love or something else?” I questioned myself, Darong meowed “and you, you little monster” I said as I picked her up and brought her to my eye level, she meowed and then licked my nose, I smiled “your not that bad” I said as I placed her back in my lap.

“We should probably go in , it's getting a little chilly out here” I said as me and Darong headed back in. but what do you know sleep wasn't quite welcoming me today I sat on the sofa, “what's something fun I could do here?” I whispered, I saw the thing that turns on the TV the… “what did Y/n say this was?.... Ahh right a remote and this button turns it on” I remembered it was actually the most complicated thing I got to learn, I turned it on and the volume was quite high, I gritted my teeth together and glanced at Minho Hyung, but he looked like he was having a deep sleep, I quickly turned down the volume, “sorry” I whispered, I started to surf through the channels until this one caught my eye.

“Are you a person who’s in love but can't seem to figure out whether it's love or friendship? Well today we will tell you some things that will help you figure out the difference, and point out how exactly you feel about that person”

Wow great these things always pop up on the worst time, I really didn't want to know this, but then again it won't hurt I guess, I looked down at Darong and she really looked interested in the show, wouldn't take her eyes of the screen “who do you have in your life to figure out your feelings” I laughed, but Darong straight off ignored me.

“When someone likes you they usually give off small hints, but how to differentiate is that when you love someone

1.You act like yourself in front of them

2.You can never get mad at them

3.Your always thinking about them

4.You can talk to them endlessly without getting bored

5.You feel there pain, happy when there happy and sad when there sad

These are the main points, but you can also give “kiss” a try *wink*”

“I think that's enough TV for me” I said as i turned it off, my face was heating up, this is stupid I won't do that, I sighed and lay down on the couch

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Y/n’s POV:

“Good morning!” I said as I went directly to the kitchen, hands occupied with tying up my hair, but as I looked up, I saw Minho with an apron, he looked at me and smiled, “sit down, and chill I've made us waffles your favorite” he said as he motioned me to sit on the seat, the aroma of sweat waffles filled the air around me and to be honest it reminded me of my childhood. “Where's Han ?” I asked, “here!” I heard Han behind me, I turned around to look at Han , he was damped and not to mention semi naked, he wore only jeans, I'm kind of embarrassed to say I couldn't take my eyes off of his abs ‘how the heck do sirens have perfect abs, and why didn't I see this earlier?’, I heard hurried footsteps behind me, and then I felt someone covering my eyes, “HEY PUT ON SOME CLOTHES THIS ISN'T A STRIP HOUSE” Minho yelled as I laughed.

Finally we all settled down and had a peaceful breakfast, after finishing up we all cleaned up and thanked Minho for the lovely food, “oh yeah I'm gonna go do some work k, I'll be back by 9 okay” Minho said as he got to the door he stopped and looked back at Han and gave him a long glare and then went outside, I laughed “wow that was intense” i said, as i was about to go to my room, Han pulled me by my arm and pinned me to the wall, we just stayed like that for a minute, my heart started to beat at an abnormal speed, “I-” I wanted to speak, to say something but my mind was blurry, my thoughts were blurry, I blinked twice, but Han didn't say anything “can-can we go outside today” he said, and I blinked again trying to process what he meant.

“Yeah yeah sure, umm give me five minutes” I said and the motioned for him to let me go, he quickly realized and pushed himself back, “yeah sorry” he said, hand on the back of his neck, I quickly went into my room and closed the door, “what was that, get a hold of your senses Lee Y/n!!”

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Minho POV:

“Detective Minho your really on good terms huh buddy, I mean posted to Jeju, beautiful place and less crime, good for you buddy” I smiled as I heard Chan Hyung blabber on about how hard it is being a city detective, “oh come on Hyung it's not that hard, and plus I still have to deal with small crime, pickpocketing, car accidents and all”, I sighed looking at the now placed file on my desk, “don't be so unthankful those petty crimes are a piece of cake for us… by the way how is Y/n holding up, is here headache fine?” he asked as I hummed.

I stopped, as i thought about the fact that Y/n hasn't had a migraine since I got here “she's more carefree and happier these days” I said, thinking about all the times she's laughed, and how much happy she looks teaching Han how to use the TV, smiling at the memory of that thought, “wow great that’s good I-.... In a minute… hey buddy I got to go okay got a new cold case” he said sighing frustrated, “okay” I laughed, “but hey tell Jeongin to not destroy my office and tell Changbin to stop arm wrestling with every newcomer” I said as Chan laughed “you know about that”

“I have eyes and ears everywhere” I laughed and then we said our goodbyes.

In the middle of work I thought about the possibility of other mythical creatures existing if a Siren exists, I opened up the file, but when I read it I wanted to yeet everything.

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Han ’s POV:

We got home from our little stroll and let me say I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO MAKE HER HEART RACE, she went straight to her room, and came back minutes later, with a camera, I suppose that's what you call it, “here I want you to have it” she said, as I took the camera and stared at it for a minute “what for?” I asked, “well I want you to make some memories for yourself, since your here now” she said, I smiled looking at the camera, “thanks” I said as she looked at me with wide eyes “I-I’m gonna go make us something to eat” she said as she hurried to the kitchen.

I nodded as I went to my sofa and sat down, Darong meowed from the other room and as she saw me sitting she came running and I smiled, “hey little buddy” I smiled as I picked her up and run my hands through her hair she started to slowly close her eyes and doze off, the smell of food was nice, less days I have less days left I thought as I looked at the ceiling.

“Ouch” I heard Y/n yelp in pain and then hiss, I don't know why but my body quickly reacted and I got up and ran to her, “what's wrong are you okay?” I asked as he help her finger in her hands, “yeah I'm fine I just cut my finger” she said as I took her finger in my hand and examined it, it wasn't a deep cut thank God but it was deep enough to bleed like hell “why didn't you pay more attention hun? What if this was deep what would we do?, does it hurt a lot?” I asked as I slowly picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter, “where's the first aid?” I asked as she looked at me and then at the cupboard, “I- its t-there” she said and I quickly went to get it, I slowly started to clean up the wound, “you should be more careful, scared the hell out of me” I said as I took a bandage and wrapped it safely around the wound, her hand was now in mines and we both stared at each other, i really dont wanna kill her, I slowly start to close the gap , and placed my lips on her, I felt her stop and then she kissed me back.

I can't kill her

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hey! I absolutely love your writing & I was just wondering if you could do something where peter & Harley are dating but Harley doesn’t post or comment about their relationship and peter gets really insecure thinking it’s cause he’s not good enough 🥺

Honey Lavender

Thanks for the prompt, anon! It's not exactly what you asked for (sorry!), but I hope it's still okay! I hope you, and everybody else enjoys!

Slight Trigger Warning: there are mentions of homophobia, but nothing shown :)

Peter drops his bags onto the guest bed, a cloud of dust puffing into the air and causing him to sneeze.

"Oh dear, we havent dusted this room in a while, I'm sorry love." Ms. Keener ("Call me Macy, dear, we're family!") apologizes, rubbing an arm over the bedsheets to collect any of the remaining dust bunnies still attached to the linen, pieces of her dark chestnut brown hair falling out of her bun and into her face.

Peter flails his arms a bit, trying to reassure her quickly. "No, no, it's okay, its perfect, thank you so much, Ms- Macy." He corrects himself as she sends him a playful glare over her shoulder.

"Miss Macy? That's a new one." Another voice pitches in from the doorframe, cheeky, Harley's thin but muscular body leaning against the wooden panels with a grin highlighting his dimples, his baby blues twinkling.

"Harley James Keener, you be nice now!" Macy chides, leaning closer to smack him upside the head, Harley ducking around her hand with a chuckle. Peter watches the scene with a small smile, with only grows as boyfriend comes to wrap his arms around his waist in a tight squeezed hug.

Peter was (finally) visiting Rose Hill for the first time, after over a year of him and Harley dating, and he couldn't be more excited. He was still battling jetlag, and reeling from all the distinct differences between Rose Hill and Queens ('There's barely any noise out here, no cars horns or people yelling or anything'), but he had always wanted to come, always wanted to meet Harley's family and see just how the southern belle of his had been raised. And just a few minutes in, after having reached the Keener farm and having met Macy and Abbie (a spitfire is the only way he could describe her, he loved her already), he was already learning so much more about the small town life, and about his boyfriend, things he didnt even think about, and he adored it. He loved it with every fiber of his being.

"Ma," Harley whined, plopping his chin onto Peter's shoulder and rocking them back and forth, causing Peter to giggle. "Don't embarass me!" His accent has grown thicker since he came home a few months ago, after staying with Tony for the summer months, and Peter couldnt help how much he loved it, couldnt help the shivers it caused, Harley sending him a knowing look, eyebrow raised. Peter flushes, knowing that's going to be brought up later, during a more personal time.

"Then don't be rude to Peter." She snarks, sending him a sly wink, which causes Harley to rolls his eyes and Peter to laugh. She makes her way towards the door, swaying her hips and humming under her breath, before she pauses to give them both a hard stare, her vibrant green hazel eyes narrowing slightly. "No funny business, you hear me?"

"Aye aye, captain." Harley salutes lazily, grinning as his mom huffs, the smile on her face betraying her true emotions, and walks out the rest of the way, closing the door most of the way on her way out, only leaving it open a crack.

As soon as his mother is out of sight, the old wooden stairs creaking signaling her departure downstairs, Harley grabs on to his hips and spins him around, pressing a kiss to his lips as soon as he can. It was the first time they've been alone together since Peter landed, so he wasnt surprised at the act, just wrapping his arms around Harley's neck, one hand gripping his back and the other running through his hair, pressing them a little closer together and pushing back into the kiss.

"Missed you," Harley mumbles against his lips, before pulling away, a softer, personal smile tilting his lips, his eyes bright like a hot summer's day. A thumb brushes the skin of his hip from under his shirt, small, soothing motions. "Missed you so much."

"I missed you too, baby. So so very much." Peter puts their foreheads together, and shuts his eyes, sighing constantly as they start to rock gently in their embrace, swaying back and forth to an unknown song, to the beat of their hearts and the rhythm of their souls, combined, intertwined.

They spin a few circles together in silence, just breathing each others air and feeling each others heat, being in the moment, before Harley puffs out a breath, and murmurs shakily. "Pete, there's something I gotta tell you."

He opens his eyes, lifting his head to look into Harley's now stormy ones, swirling and churning with a darkness, a sadness that has Peter's stomach twisting, his heart dropping. What happened? Did he do something? What did he do?

Harley goes to tell him, goes to speak when another feminine voice cuts them off from down the hall.

"Harls, your friends are here!" Abbey yells from what sounds like down the stairs, and Harley flinches back, the embrace and the moment broken.

He calls back a quick "Okay, coming!" Before giving Peter a plastic, shaky smile, eyes wide and panicked. "Come on, let's go say hi, I guess."

"Harley-" He doesnt get the words out as Harley grabs his hand and practically starts dragging him down the stairs, and Peter stifles an annoyed (and worried) sigh, knowing that his boyfriend is clearly not going to answer whatever the heck that was upstairs anymore, now that his friends were here.

Oh well. Time to try and make another good first impression.

They slide their shoes on before going out the white, metal swing door, and onto the painted wooden wrap around porch that encompasses the entire front of the Keener residence. Right in front of the doorway, on the dirt driveway, sits two different ATV's, their engines still humming as they sit in park, their riders still sitting on top, one with one person and the other with a passenger. The person right in the front, with a bright orange ATV, lifts up the visor of their helmet, revealing a boy not much younger than Harley, with shaggy brown hair, oval brown eyes and chubby freckled cheeks, pushed up by a smirk.

"Yo Harley, you comin' out?" The boy yells over the hum of the engine, his voice full of teasing, of mirth. He makes eye contact with Peter, whose interovertive instincts cause him to shrink a little under the gaze, and raises an eyebrow, looking shocked, surprised. "Whose that?"

Harley ignores the second question, looking away as he responds to the first with a shrug, "I can't tonight, EJ, sorry."

"Oh come on, Harls!" The passenger on the other ATV chimes in, a younger girl with curly ginger hair and green eyes, her arms wrapped around the driver. "You never come out anymore."

"And you never answered his question, dude." The driver chimes in, finally, the older man's deeper voice rumbling lower than the engine of the machine, his gray eyes harsh and cold, his lips tilted in a disapproving frown. He nods his head towards Peter, who is now standing dumbly at Harleys side, as he asks, "Who is he? Your boyfriend?"

There's something about the way the man spits out the word that causes a flair of fear, of bubbling anger to rise in his chest, and Peter opens his mouth to spit back, to say loud and proud that why yes, yes he is, when-

"What?" Harley sputters, laughing anxiously, the sound sounding all fake and wrong. "No, of course not! I'm not gay!"

And Peter's heart stops.

His head shoots over to stare at Harley with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, but Harley isnt looking his way, wont look his way, his eyes averted and looking anywhere else but him, and Peter's heart his crumbling, his lung tightening and his throat squeezing as tears fill his eyes.

...what?

"He's just a- a family friend, and I gotta say behind to watch 'em, you know how it is." Harley gazes straight forward as he says this, his voice unwavering, but monotone, obviously forced to Peter but apparently not to his friends as they all laugh and nod.

"Okay, good! You had us worried there for a sec." The boy, EJ, snickers, before putting his visor back down, revving his engine for seemingly no reason. "We'll see ya later?"

"Yeah! Cya!" Harley yells back as the engines roar back to life, the trio pulling out of the driveway and shooting off down the road again, the bright orange ATV doing a wheely on the way down.

Theres a few moments of nothing, a few shattered heartbeats where the two listens to the roars fade into the distance, before Peter cant stands it anymore, turning on foot and racing back into the house, hearing the metal swing door clanging against the frame of the house. Hearing Harley call out to him, and as his vision starts to blur, he moves faster, pushing past Abbie with a mumbled apology before rushing up the stairs, taking two at a time, and making it to the guest bedroom slamming door behind him, causing the wood to splinter slightly.

As soon as the door is shut and locked, tears pool out of his eyes as he breaks down, pressing a hand to his mouth to stifle his sobs as he sits on the dusty, creaking bed, curling into himself as he hears heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and another lighter pair coming after that, hears Abbie mutter something jokingly and Harley hiss out a response before the knocking and pleading start.

"Pete? Please open up, I'm sorry, let me explain-"

"Explain what?" He tries to snap, tries to yell and bite and sneer, but it comes out as a sob, weak and shaky. "How you apparently aren't gay? How I'm a 'family friend'?" Peter whimpers into his hands, rubbing at his eyes to try and get rid of the frustrating tears pouring out of them. It's stupid, he was so, so stupid.

"No, Pete-" Theres a light thunk, like Harley leaned his forehead against the door with a little too much force. Theres a sigh, low and sad, before Harleys voice comes back, still pleading, but softer, full of sorrow, "It's- It's not like that-"

"Isnt it!? You don't want to tell them a-about me, I-I get it." He does, he really truly does. He's just boring old, useless, nobody Peter Parker, while Harley is... well, Harley. So he gets it. He just doesn't understand why it hurts so damn much.

"Peter-" Now, he sounds choked, like Peter's pain is starting to get to him too, like the heartbreak is contagious. "Please, baby, let me in. Let me explain, please. I promise you, it's not what you think."

Theres a pause, and Peter hates himself, hates himself for considering it, hates himself for getting up, hates himself himself for agreeing with it, unlocking the door and stepping back just in time for Harley to open it swiftly, looking frazzled, hair askew and eyes wide, teary, his cheeks wet.

Their eyes reconnect, Peter's spilling brown to Harley's ocean blues, and whatever look is on Peter's face causes Harleys to crumble, and rush out, "I want to tell them! A-about us, I do, god, I want to tell them so bad, Pete, but-" He sighs long and low, eyes falling downcast, head bowed in shame. "They're homophobic, Pete. Everyone in this town is." Peter's heart thumps painfully in his chest, and so many different questions swirl in his head, but he swallows them down, letting Harley continue, voice tight, fearful, shaky. "I got lucky with my mom, my sister, I thought they were gonna hate me too when I first came out, I was-" his breath hicks. "I was so ready for them to kick me out and not look twice, but they didnt, and I'm lucky, Peter, I'm lucky. If the town found out, they'd- they'd tell ma to bring to therapy, to Church, to fix me like I'm some broken toy." He spits it out, bitter, angry, and the fire and ache in Peter's chest is slowly receding, slowly fading the more Harley talks and the more he understands. Harley sighs again, and his shoulders slump, eyes growing misty. "I wish I could tell them about us, Pete, I really really do. I wish I could scream it from the rooftops how much I adore you, but I just-"

"Can't." Peter finishes, wiping the drying tears off of his cheeks.

"Yeah." He whispers, squeezing his eyes shut, a few trickles falling. "I'm sorry, baby. Im so sorry. I didn't want to say any of that. I didnt mean any of it. I'm sorry."

Peter glances up at him, sees the way Harley looks, with his hunched frame, head low, eyes shut, tears streaming down his red face, lips trembling, hands shaking, and makes a wounded noise at the back of his throat, taking a few steps forward and pulling the boy into a tight hug.

How was he supposed to stay mad at him when he looked like that? When everything is out of his control, when he's only doing what he has to for his safety, for his life.

Harley stiffens in his embrace, before slumping forward into him, grasping at the back of his hoodie and burying his wet face into the crook of Peter's neck, shivering with a sob. "Its okay," Peter whispers, kissing the side of his head and rocking them gently back and forth, just like they had done earlier, before this misunderstanding, before this mess. "It's okay. I'm sorry for misunderstanding."

Harley shakes his head, sniffling. "No, no, you didnt- didnt know. I'm sorry I said those things."

Now its Peter's turn to shake his head, pressing another kiss to his head, this time behind his ear. "Its *okay*," Peter reiterates, reassures, and Harley sighs, his warm breath puffing against Peter's chest.

"No it isn't." Harley responds remorseful, his grip tightening. "I shouldnt have to do this. I shouldn't have to pretend, to lie. But I have to. I'm going to continue to have to."

"I know," Peter murmurs, rubbing a firm hand up and down his trembling boyfriend's back. "I know. It's okay, I understand now. Understand that you don't mean it." He pauses, shutting his eyes and hooking his chin on Harleys shoulder. "You're right though. You shouldn't have to do this. And I'm so so sorry that you have to live like this, especially around your friends, but-" He pulls away, opens his eyes, and places a hand on each of Harley's freckled tear stained cheeks, looking dead in his azure, shining, red rimmed but still so beautiful, so so beautiful eyes, and tells him firmly, promising, "One day, I'm going to get you out of here, away from this town and it's people, and you'll never have to deal with this again. Okay?"

Harley's face crinkles again, but this time its with joy, with love, a smile growing on his face as more tears trickle down his cheeks. "Okay." He murmurs, soft, shaky, but honest, but true.

Things may not be perfect, but one day, Peter thinks as he pulls his boyfriend, the love of his life, his soulmate in for another big hug, one day, they will be. As long as he gets to stay by Harley's side, everything will be okay. He's sure of it.

#parkner #harley keener/peter parker #harley keener #peter parker #tw: mentions of homophonia #tw: homophobia #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #ask #shade answers #mcu #marvel mcu #thanks anon!#❤❤

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Can’t Go Back Part 2

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write. It’s a long one so grab a cup of tea and a snack before you tuck in. I hope you like it! Word count: 7117

I was never the type to break the rules or have secrets. Not from my family or from my friends. I was the good girl, on track to do “great things” as my granddad said one Christmas. My friends were the ones who did the fun stuff. I was the girl who got dragged to parties with a book in my bag and hung out with the pets in the corner. So, you can imagine my parent’s surprise when at sixteen, I came home after a night out with friends at one of those parties and had nothing to say. I simply went upstairs to my room without popping into their room to say goodnight. I’m sure they thought something horrible had happened to me. In reality, it was the furthest thing from that. Something really amazing had happened. And that something was named Montgomery De La Cruz.

Our story was complicated from the beginning. We ran in opposing crowds. Our friends disliked each other. Our families were very different. We argued like cats and dogs. We kept the relationship a secret from everyone in our lives until we couldn’t take it anymore. Even then, we were extremely selective about who we told. The first person we told was Coach Kerba. Monty trusted the man probably more than he had ever trusted any adult in his life. He had noticed a change in Monty’s behaviour that his friends were either too scared or too stupid to notice and mention. After many discussions about what telling even one person about our relationship would mean, we agreed to tell the coach. The day after our agreement, I met Monty in the fitness centre after school and practice ended. He was still in the locker room when I arrived. “Hey Addison. Justin just left, but I’m sure you can catch up to him if you hurry.” Coach said, expecting me to be looking for my best friend.

“Oh, actually I’m not here to find Justin.”

“Is everything okay?”

I was nervous, so I tried to avoid looking him in the eye, “hmm? Oh, yeah. Everything is fine.”

The door opened and I turned my head, my eyes widening slightly. I relaxed when I saw that it was just Monty.

“Hey Coach, can I talk to you for a minute?” Monty asked, clearly very nervous, though he tried to mask it.

“Sure, Monty. What’s up?”

I shared a look with Monty, unsure of what to say or how to begin. We hadn’t really discussed who would say what or how we would explain anything. I rubbed my arm awkwardly and looked at my feet. Monty coughed. I could feel a blush creeping up my face and neck. He smiled a cheeky little smile at me, and I immediately knew what he was going to say, “it’s not cute so shush you.” I muttered as my blush grew deeper.

“You’re wrong but sure. You keep telling yourself that Addy.”

“Oh, I see. This explains a lot.” Coach Kerba cut in, interrupting our little moment. My blush only intensified, and Monty’s eyes widened.

“Explains what Coach?”

“You’ve been different lately. I haven’t had to keep as much of an eye on you. Or tell you to get your shit together as often. Your game is still good but you’ve chilled out a bit.”

“I told you so.” I grinned at him. Monty paused.

“D-do you think anyone else has noticed?”

“Anyone else being the rest of the team? I highly doubt it. They’re more interested in… well I choose not to think about what forty teenage boys are interested in, unless they bring an issue to my attention.”

I snorted and tried to cover it as a coughing fit. “Um yes, well… maybe that’s a good thing. But good. No one has noticed. That’s… good. On that note, I have to go meet Charlie and talk about his game last week.” Monty mumbled, awkwardly, before kissing me on the cheek and walking out of the room.

“Hey Addison?” Coach Kerba called as I made my way out of the room.

“Yeah Coach?”

“Keep him in check, alright? You’re good for him.”

“I’ll do my best Sir.”

After we told the coach, we decided to wait a few days to let our nerves and discomfort settle before telling anyone else. We agreed to tell our families last, given his dad’s tendency to be an actual crap shoot of a parent, and my dad’s willful ignorance to the goings on of my life. Monty and I met at Monet’s during a slow time to discuss how we would tackle telling our friends. He watched me nervously stir my latte with a cinnamon stick for a few long minutes.

“Are you really okay telling people Addison?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, I am. I’m just nervous is all. I mean, Justin is my best friend. And to be quite honest, he hates your guts.” I took a tentative sip of my latte. “And Clay. I’m not really sure what he thinks of you, but I know it’s not a very good opinion. And we both know where Alex stands.”

“I know they don’t like me Addy. But I also know that if they really are your friends, they wont care. Justin has been your best friend since you were nine. He loves you. A boyfriend isn’t going to ruin that, and if it does, then it’s his loss not yours.” He paused and pointed to my rice crispy square. I nodded and he took a bite of it. “Also, I don’t care if they don’t like me.”

“What about your friends?”

“My friends?”

“Yes. You know, those people you spend time with? Of your own free will? Those friends?”

“Scott will like you. Charlie will want to be your new best friend. Bryce can think what he wants.”

“And you know they will like me because…?”

“Scott likes me for some reason, so he will like you. Charlie is just nice like that. Bryce will think what he wants because it’s Bryce and I can’t change that.”

“Do we have to tell Bryce? Do you really think he would be okay with you dating the nice girl? Do you really believe he would keep his mouth shut about it until we were okay with him saying anything? Look what he did to Hannah. He ruined her life because of a picture Justin took. And now… now she’s just gone. I don’t want him thinking that he can do shit like that to me.”

Monty contemplated that for a few minutes. “I guess you’re right. He’s my best friend-”

“Scott is your best friend.”

“Okay, fine. But my point is, he’s my friend. Even still, you might be right about him not keeping this on the dl as much as we want.”

“So, do we just stick with Scott and Charlie then?”

“Sure. If that’s what makes you comfortable. I’m not going to be all chummy with Alex and them though, if that’s what you think.”

I laughed, “Oh God no. I can’t even imagine how that would go. No wait, yes, I can. I would have to separate you.”

With that sorted out, we made plans to tell our friends about each other. Justin was arguably going to take it the hardest, having dealt with Monty the closest, though Alex was a close second due to their tumultuous history. It was going to have to be like ripping off the band-aid. Get in, tell him, hope the scab doesn’t come off with the pad and it doesn’t all go to shit. After I got home, I texted Justin.

Hey, you have plans tomorrow night?

No why? What’s up?

Just curious. Did you want to go for coffee at Monet’s? I want to talk to you about something.

Sure, just need to double check with Mom and Dad. Is everything alright?

Yeah, everything is good.

Alright then. I’ll check at dinner and let you know.

I decided to do some cleaning to distract myself from my nerves until Justin texted me back,Good to go. Meet at five?

I texted Monty to check that that worked for him and he agreed so I texted Justin back to give him the okay.

***

I ran home after school to drop off my bag so I could beat Justin to Monet’s. Monty was going to meet me there in case all hell broke loose and I needed to stay with Justin. The drive over was uneventful and faster than I would have liked, as I was running over what I was going to say in my head. So, you know how I’ve been distant lately? Well it’s because I’ve been seeing someone. This someone. Monty. The guy you hate. No. That’s stupid. Justin, Monty and I have been seeing each other for a while. Sorry we didn’t say anything. No, that’s worse. Um, maybe I should just kiss him. What? No brain. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Shit, I’m here.

I checked the clock on my dash and saw that it was quarter to five. Deep breaths. Everything will be fine. I played with my keys for a while, debating if I should hightail it out of there. Thinking better of it, I made my way inside. My nerves were causing tunnel vision and my heart was beginning to race. Looking around, I spotted Monty sitting at a table near the back, my latte already sitting with the cinnamon stick. I waved to him discreetly and motioned to the counter. Maybe ordering for Justin would soften the blow. I got his coffee and a lemon bar for good measure. “On second thought, make that two lemon bars and a cinnamon twist please.” I told the barista. Now the man children won’t fight about the snacks. I made my way to Monty’s table carefully, so I didn’t spill Justin’s coffee. My hands were shaking so I had to keep stopping. Arriving at the table safely, I set the coffee and snacks down, before plopping into the chair next to my boyfriend with a dramatic groan. “I don’t want to do this Montgomery. This is going to be so not a good time.”

“Just relax Addy. Everything will be okay. I’ll be here the whole time.” He said, placing his hand on my knee. I stirred my cinnamon stick anxiously into my latte, staring into the disappearing design. Monty placed his hand on my hand to stop my fidgeting kissed the spot behind my ear. I could hear him whispering sweet nothings to me, but I was too immersed in my coffee to listen to what he was saying. That was, until I heard someone clear their throat uncomfortably. It’s now or never. Just don’t puke Addison.

I looked at his shoes first, in an attempt to delay the inevitable. Monty squeezed my knee and I decided I had to stick to my word and rip off the band-aid.

“Hey Justin.” I said, awkwardly.

“Hey Addy.” He replied.

“I got you a coffee and a lemon bar….”

“I see that. Thank you.” He pulled out his chair and sat down, stiffly. Monty watched us stare at each other to see which of us would point him out first. I sipped my coffee and Justin took a bite of the lemon bar. Now’s my chance. Rip it off.

“Monty and I are dating.” I said, the words running into one as I spoke. Justin choked a bit and coughed, taking a sip of his cooled coffee to clear the blockage. Monty barked out a laugh, though I’m not sure if it was at what I said or Justin’s reaction.

“I assumed. You’re not the type to let guys just touch you and kiss your head.” Then the full implications of what I said hit him. “Wait. What? You and Monty. Monty and you.”

“Yes, otherwise why would I be sitting here?” Monty spoke for the first time since Justin arrived.

“Wasn’t talking to you, was I De La Cruz?”

“Watch it Jensen.”

“Oh, I have to watch it? She’s my best friend. You should be the one who has to watch it.”

“And I’m her boyfriend.”

“Boys.”

“You know what I think Monty?”

“Please, enlighten me Justin.”

“Man children.”

“I think-”

“Both of you shut up.” I said, my voice raising slightly. I looked around to see if we had drawn attention. People seemed to be minding their own business, thankfully. “Monty, please be nice. Justin, I will explain if you keep your mouth shut for five minutes.” They were both silent. “Thank you. Now, I understand you are surprised, but you need to relax for a minute. Yes, Montgomery and I are dating. We have been for a few months now.”

“A few months? How did I not notice…?”

“Turns out I’m good with secrets.”

“You’re not that good with them Addy. Why didn’t you say something before?”

“Because Justin. Would you have reacted any better than you are now?” His silence was answer enough. “Exactly. On top of that, we didn’t want to tell anyone. We wanted this to be ours for a while.”

“Who else knows?”

“Besides you? Coach Kerba.”

“You told… Coach Kerba? Why?”

“Um. Because?”

“Because why?”

“Because I actually like him.” Monty said.

“Okay. That’s nice for you, I guess. I still don’t get why.”

“Because he’s like the only adult who gives a shit Justin? Have you not noticed that he actually cares about what’s going on with us? Coach Rick couldn’t care less. He cares about winning the championship by any means necessary.”

“You make a good point.”

“No one else knows Justin. We would like to keep it that way for now.” I told him, softly.

“Are you telling the others?”

“Yeah. Not right now though. I wanted to tell you first. You’re my best friend.”

“I know.” He smirked playfully. He directed his attention to Monty, “you’re not going to tell Bryce, are you?”

“No. We talked about it. But no.”

“Good. Don’t tell him. The less he knows about you two the better.”

“I realize that. He isn’t on the list.”

“So who are you telling?”

“Scott and Charlie.”

“Hmmm. Okay. When are you telling your parents?”

Monty and I looked at each other. I tried to mask my panic by taking a large mouthful of my coffee. “We uh… we haven’t decided. Friends first. Then we will worry about parents.”

“Your dad is going to freak.”

“If he decides this is worth caring about.” I muttered.

“You’re dating Montgomery De La Cruz. He will say it’s worth caring about.”

“That remains to be seen.”

“Are you going to sell tickets? I’d pay good money to watch that.”

“No Justin. It will just be me, Monty, mom, and dad. No spectators.”

“Damn. If you change your mind….”

I rolled my eyes. “Does this mean you’re… okay… with this? Us being together?”

“Yes. But I’m not hanging out with him. That’s not going to happen.”

“I agree.”

I stopped to think for a moment. There is no way my other friends will be this okay. He’s okay with it because he is my best friend. I can’t tell them…. I have to talk to Monty about this alone. Justin will understand… I think.

“You still with us Addison?” Justin asked.

“Yeah. I was just thinking. I’m glad you took this so well.”

“I mean, it caught me off guard I will admit that. But you’re my best friend Addy. You’ve stuck by me even when I wouldn’t have stuck by me. You got me through my mom, and detoxing, and moving in with the Jensen’s, and through rehab. I wouldn’t be here without you. I wouldn’t have pegged Monty as your type, but if he makes you happy, then that’s all I can hope for. However, if you hurt her, I will break you.”

I laughed at his redirect and tapped Monty’s shoulder, “that’s not going to happen. Would be an interesting scene, but highly unlikely.”

“Still stands though.”

“No, no, I get it. You want to protect her.”

“I do.” He checked the time, “I better get going. Dad made a roasted chicken for dinner and Clay has given up on the whole ‘he grew up with instability, so I need to save all the food for him’ thing.” He stood and reached down to hug me. I stood and hugged him tightly.

“You won’t tell Clay, will you?”

“No, your secret is safe with me. Don’t worry.” With that, he grabbed his bag and left the café, in search of Mr. Jensen’s famous roasted chicken.

I switched seats with Montgomery, so we were sitting face to face now. We sat in silence for a while, holding hands under the table and drinking out now half cold beverages. I decided now was probably the best time to bring up my reservations about telling my other friends about us. I scratched my arm, once again at a loss for words and panicking slightly

“Would… would you be okay with it if we… if we didn’t tell everyone else? Like my friends, I mean.”

Monty coughed, caught off guard. “Why wouldn’t we tell them?”

“Because they will hate me. And-and I know they won’t take it as well as Justin did. They will freak out.”

“But won’t they freak out more if you don’t tell them and they find out even later?”

“I would rather ask for forgiveness than permission Monty. They won’t understand. They will think this is just a fling. Or you’re just waiting to get me into bed and then you’ll leave in the morning, never to speak to me again.”

“I’ve already gotten you into bed.” He said, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face.

“I wasn’t exactly going to tell them that. It’s our private business.”

“I know. And I can assure you, this is no fling. Do you think I would be sitting here after talking to your best friend if it was a fling?”

“No, I don’t think that. But they will. Do you want to tell everyone else at school? Because I have a feeling you don’t.”

“Not… not really, no. It’s none of their business. They’re all nosy pricks to begin with. I don’t need them taking this and running with it and making it something it isn’t.”

“Exactly. I don’t want that either. And that is what is almost guaranteed to happen if we tell the rest of my friends. I love them. But they will have opinions that they will make very well-known and I don’t want to have to defend my choices to people I have no intention of seeing after graduation or outside of English class.”

Monty sat and thought for a moment, “Alright. We tell Scott, Charlie, and our parents. Everyone else can shove it.”

We called it a night shortly after our decision and I texted Justin to let him know.

Hey you. We decided not to tell the rest of my friends. I hope you understand. I hope you aren’t mad. I know you and Clay don’t have secrets, but it would really mean a lot to me if you kept this one.

Okay, I get it. It’s your relationship, tell who you want. Your secret is safe with me. Have a good night Addy.

You too Justin.

Next on our list was Scott. I know Scott from classes we have shared and around school, but we aren’t exactly friends. More like acquaintances who share common interests. Or at least, common interest. He just, doesn’t know it yet. Monty texted me Sunday night to let me know that Scott agreed to chill with him after practice. At which point we could tell him about us. I wasn’t sure how Scott would take it. I wanted to assume he would be okay with it, but I know what they say about assumptions. From the interactions I had witnessed from across the hall or in the cafeteria, he seemed to genuinely care about Monty. But public interactions only tell you so much about a relationship. I would know.

Monday morning, I got ready as usual and went about my day. By lunch, I felt my nerves setting in. You don’t know Scott. For all you know, he could be just as bad as Bryce. Justin noticed my anxious demeanor and pulled me aside when the bell rang.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. We’re telling Scott today and I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Scott is a good guy. He will be okay with it.” He assured me as he pulled me into a tight hug. The hug relaxed me enough that I could, at least, make it until the end of the day before practice when I was able to sneak in some boyfriend time.

I started shaking again the closer it got to the end of the day. The bell would ring at 3:20 and then it was an hour and forty minutes until the end of practice. I made a beeline for the back of the bleachers as soon as the bell rang. I was pacing back and forth when he arrived a couple of minutes later.

“Justin caught me and said you might be panicking. Come here.” He said, pulling me from my thoughts and tight against his chest. I breathed in his cologne and laundry soap scent. It calmed me immediately and I nodded against him.

“Okay. I’m good. You go to practice and I’ll meet you here after everyone leaves.” He gave me a quick kiss and ran off to the locker rooms to change.

To my surprise, when I looked up from my AP English Lit novel as I heard footsteps approaching, Monty was tailed by both Scott and Charlie. A little warning would be nice. Oh well. Might as well tell them both since they’re here. The two men looked confused as to why they were being dragged out to the secluded end of school property. Once they spotted me, I could tell Scott was beginning to put the pieces together.

“Hey Addy.” Monty said as he grabbed my book. “The Book Thief. AP English, or reading for fun?”

“Hey! I was reading that. It’s for English. Now give it back.” I scolded, feigning reaching up for the book.

“Nah. You need to learn to relax and live a little.”

“Fine. Have fun doing my reading assignment for me too then, smarty pants.”

He looked panicked, gulped, and handed it back to me. “Thank you.” Having achieved my goal, I finally turned my attention to the boys in front of me. “Hey Scott. Charlie.”

“Hey Addison.”

“’Sup Addy?”

“Ah, you know, pursing greater knowledge. Annoying my boyfriend. The usual.”

“Boy-boyfr-Monty? Huh.” Charlie stuttered.

“Cool. He needs someone to keep his head on straight.” Scott joked.

“I try my best.”

“Awesome. Are you guys like, telling people?”

“No. Just you guys, Coach, and Justin.” Monty spoke up.

“And our parents.” I added, mildly displeased at the thought.

“Well that’ll go well.” Scott said.

“I’m glad you guys are happy. Speaking of books though Addison, did you finish the reading for History?”

“Yeah. It was just about the driest thing I’ve ever read, why?”

“I was wondering if we could go over it? Make sure we are on the same page and right track?

“No problem Charlie. Meet me before class tomorrow morning?”

“Sure thing.”

Scott and Monty looked at each other, perplexed.

“What just happened?”

“I think your girlfriend just made a new friend.”

“Alright then. This went well.” I tried not to eavesdrop as he went on, “you’re okay with this?”

“Yeah of course man. If she makes you happy then I’m all for it. Carry on. Let me know how it goes with your parents and if you need anything after though.”

“I will. Thanks Scotty.”

We bid the boys goodbye after some quiet conversation amongst ourselves. “I think that went well.” I mused.

“Yeah. Now we just need to tackle the issue of our parents. Whose idea was it to save the hardest people for last again?”

“Don’t remind me. I’m not exactly chomping at the bit to meet your dad. And I know you’re not thrilled about meeting mine. Our moms should be okay though. I hope.”

“Weekend problem?”

“I think so. I need a breather from telling people for a few days. I’ll see if you can come over Friday after school?”

“Okay. You should be able to come by Saturday some time.”

“Looking forward to it. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay babe?”

“Yes, you will.” He said, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss. I was not, in fact, looking forward to meeting his parents.

The week passed in a blur. The only thing of note was my parents saying Friday worked for a friend to come over. Friday arrived much faster than I would have liked, but here we were. He had been to my house when my parents went out of town so there was no need to find him after school to give it to him. We agreed in the morning that we would meet at my place right after school so that if it all went to shit, he wouldn’t have to be subjected to dinner as well. If all went well, he was welcome to stay on the condition he helped me cook. I sat in my car and tapped my fingers nervously on the steering wheel. So far everyone we told had taken it very well. It will be fine. In any event, dad won’t kill him at least. Breathe. Relax. It’s fine. You’re fine. I was pulled from my thoughts by Montgomery tapping on my window. I pressed the button to lower my window and waited for him to speak.

“Are you going to sit there all night, or are we going to do this? Because I think it might be a little weird if I go in there by myself.”

“I’m coming. I just had to think for a minute is all.” I took another deep breath, “okay let’s do this.”

I stared at the door for longer than necessary before unlocking it. They’ll just come and open the door otherwise. Mom will think I forgot my key. I need to be ahead of this. I put my bag down on the chair and motioned for Monty to do the same. If everything goes well, we can do homework before dinner. Or I can vomit and he can hold my hair back. Either or really. We shared a look at the odd silence. “I’m home.” I called.

“I’m in the office sweetie. Your dad got stuck in traffic so he will be a few minutes late getting home. Offer your friend a drink or something, manners remember?”

“That’s great mom thanks.” I called again. “Manners, right. Hence you are in the office when we have company.” I muttered quietly. Monty bit back a laugh.

“Why do I feel like I need to whisper?”

“Because your introduction to my mother was literally her telling me to remember my manners and offer you a drink. Would you like one? A drink I mean. Soda was on sale, my dad likes off brand soda for some reason, so we have Twist Up, Sprite, multiple different types and flavours of Coke, Diet and regular Cola, Dr. Pepper and its off-brand counterpart, and Canadian iced tea from Mom’s girls trip last week to Vancouver. It’s not actually half bad. We also have juice and water.” I said as I led him through the main floor and dug around in the fridge.

“I’ll try this mystical foreign iced tea.”

“Sure thing. Would you like a glass?”

“Yeah that works.” He said getting up to grab one. When I gave him a look of panic, he raised his brow, “shit sorry.” He whispered. “what cupboard are they in Addison?” he asked, slightly louder than necessary.

“The top left beside the sink. Could you grab me one too?” He nodded and I opened the can for him. Grabbing the pineapple juice for myself, I poured a glass before going to get my book for English. He smirked at me. “What? I need to finish this book by Tuesday, and I’ve been a little distracted recently.”

“You? Distracted? Who are you and what have you done with my-”

“Who’s distracted?” My mom asked as she came into the kitchen. She looked at Monty and smiled kindly. At least she might be okay with this? “Hello dear.”

“Oh, I just have had a busy week is all. Assignments and papers have been taking away from book time. Not a worry Mom. I’ll have it done.”

“Hello Mrs. Hawthorne.”

“Call me Margot. My mother in law isn’t here. I can’t say I miss those days. I’m sorry, you are?”

“Montgomery, ma’am. I’m a friend of Addison’s.” He stuck out his hand for a shake. Who is this man and where did he come from? Mom took it and shook firmly.

“Sports or trades?”

“What?” I asked, not expecting that to be her first question.

“The callouses on his hands. Are they from sports or trade work?”

“Sports, ma’-.” My mother gave him a look, “Margot. I play Junior Varsity football in the fall and Junior Varsity baseball in the spring.”

“How wonderful. Are you good?”

“Coach Kerba says I’m one of the best defensive backs he’s seen in years. Coach Rick, well he doesn’t make his opinions on players as well known. I’ve heard talk of scouts coming next year but we will have to wait and see.”

“Well if your coach knows as much as I would think he does, then I have a feeling you’re going places. Did you want a snack before dinner? Brooks should be home soon.”

“I’m alright, thanks though.”

The three of us made quiet conversation while we waited for my dad to get home. Around 4:30, we heard the garage door open and I took a deep breath. Here we go….

“Sorry I’m late guys. There was an accident on the highway back into town so traffic was backed up like you wouldn’t believe.”

“We are in the kitchen Darling.”

Dad came in and set his briefcase down on the kitchen desk that mom wanted for some reason and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I held my breath and resisted the urge to grab Monty’s hand. “Hello Addison’s friend.”

“Hello Mr. Hawthorne.”

“Brooks, please. Your name?”

“Montgomery, Sir.”

“Fine name.” Dad didn’t move to shake his hand. Monty wasn’t quite sure what to do. We fell into a very awkward and tense silence. I shared a look with mom, and she shrugged. When I turned back to dad, he seemed to be sizing Monty up. Oh boy. Monty and I looked at each other, his expression guarded. He nodded subtly, giving me the okay. Now or never. Just say it. Deal with the fallout after.

“He’s not my friend.” I blurted out. At my parents perplexed looks, I continued, “I mean, he is. But he’s not… not only my friend. He’s my,” I paused and took a breath. Monty put his hand on my knee to calm me. I started again, “he’s my boyfriend.” I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable explosion.

“I-I’m sorry it sounded like you just said this boy is your boyfriend. Implying you have a relationship with him. A relationship that is more than friendship.”

“Brooks….” My mom started, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I am, Sir.”

Dad took a long sip of water before he said anything more. “Alright then. What would you kids like for dinner?”

“That… that’s it?” I asked.

“What more would you expect me to say Addison?”

“I don’t know. Maybe something along the lines of ‘how fast can you get the hell out of my house’?”

Monty laughed, “For the record, probably quite fast. JV sports and all.”

I gave him a playful incredulous look, “oh shhh. What do you want for dinner? We have things other than soda, I promise.”

We decided to do roasted pork tenderloin. My parents went to talk amongst themselves while Monty and I made dinner.

“I think that went well.”

“That was just the beginning. Don’t worry. There will be more to come. He will question you.”

“Lovely. What kind of answers is he expecting?”

“The kind that make you seem like a good person.”

“Oh, well in that case.” He muttered sarcastically. “You’re saying I shouldn’t tell them how I corrupted their precious little angel?”

I hit him playfully with the kitchen towel, “no you most certainly will not.”

He cornered me against the counter and leaned down to place a soft kiss to my lips after making sure my parents were occupied, before I could protest.

Dinner was a quiet affair for a time. We filled the silence with inane questions about sports and school. Finally, dad cut the random questions to ask Monty the big questions, “so, Monty. What are your intentions with my daughter?”

Monty choked a bit before speaking, “my intentions?”

“Yes. What are your intentions in dating my child?”

“I intend to make her happy. For as long as she will have me. She makes me feel like a better person.”

Dad mulled that answer over in his head before accepting it for now. “Have you put any thought into your plans for after graduation?”

“I’ve heard talk at practice and games that scouts are interested in me, so we will have to wait until next year for any more information on that. As far as schools I’d be interested in; LSU, OSU, and Penn State are in my top five.

Ole Miss is really good too. Their scholarships are good.”

“What would you study?”

“Maybe something in business? My dad is a tradesman but it’s not something I would necessarily want to do. If ball doesn’t work out, I don’t know if I’d want to work with my hands and be reminded of my dreams failing, you know?”

My dad hummed in response. The rest of dinner passed without incident. We confirmed plans to meet at Monet’s to grab a to go coffee before going to tackle his parents the following evening as he left. Happy joy. I can’t wait.

Monty could tell I was dreading this evening’s introduction. “You grip that cup any tighter and you’ll break it bookworm.”

I relaxed my grip slightly, “I know. I’m just nervous. I know they won’t like me.”

“Well if it makes you feel better, my dad doesn’t like anyone.”

“Now isn’t the time for joking Montgomery. I’m scared.”

He rubbed my arm gently, “I know. I just don’t know how to help is all.”

I smiled, unable to give him any answers.

We got to his house faster than I would have liked. I shook a bit in the passenger seat as he parked.

“Just have to rip off the band-aid, right? It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Mhmm.” I squeaked.

“I’ll be right here the whole time. You have nothing to worry about.”

His mom greeted us at the door, thankfully. “Hello dear. We are so glad you could come.” She said, smiling.

“Hello, Mrs. de la Cruz. Thank you for having me over.”

As we walked into the house, his father nodded at me from the table. Don’t look too happy there now man. She looked at her son expectantly.

“Oh, right. Mom, dad, this is Addison.” He paused to look at me, asking permission to go on. I nodded very slightly. “She’s my girlfriend.” He continued. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it as I awkwardly looked around the room. Someone please say something.

“That’s wonderful dear.”

His father merely grunted a gruff, “hello.” To me. This is going to go swimmingly. We stood in awkward silence for a while. Monty’s mom finished dinner, she declined my offer to help, while Mr. de la Cruz watched. I feel uncomfortable for her. After dinner was served and the usual pleasantries were shared, the focus was shifted to me. There were the typical questions, what my classes were like, my interests, hobbies, and the like. Things got interesting however when Mr. de la Cruz asked about my family. I wasn’t expecting that. “They’re British on my dad’s side. My grandparents immigrated before my dad was born.”

“British hmm?” He looked at Montgomery that didn’t sit well with me.

“Yes Sir.”

“How British are we talking here?”

“Sir, my last name is Hawthorne. It doesn’t get much more British than that. So, I’m sure you can imagine my Gran’s… uh… joy when my dad brought home a French Irish Catholic girl.”

“I’m sure that went fantastically.” His mom said.

“Oh yes. Couldn’t have gone worse than Christmases when my mom was writing her master’s thesis on the Irish War of Independence. I hear those were very quiet meals.”

“How does your grandmother feel about you?” His father asked.

“You mean my dad’s mum?” He nodded. “Well, I’m not entirely sure. I think there was talk about me possibly inheriting some of her estate, but it wouldn’t be what it was if I was a boy. Or more importantly to Gran, my mother wasn’t who she is. There might be occasional access to the house in England, since my dad was the only heir. Possibly some education paid for. But aside from that, she would probably prefer if I lived off of potatoes for the rest of my life.”

“And on your mother’s side?”

“My Nan likes me enough. She isn’t thrilled I haven’t gone back to visit her in a while, but I have school, so she understands.”

“Likes you… enough?”

“I don’t really remember when she lived States side. I was really young when she moved back to Ireland, so I don’t see her that often. My mom did say I will get the brownstone in Boston though. That counts for something, or so I’m told.”

“Rich people are weird.” Monty muttered under his breath.

“Trust me, I know. My dad had to talk Gran out of sending me to boarding school in Scotland when I was starting school. He had to fly to London to talk to her and put his foot down. She was concerned about my education going forward. And my parents aren’t rich Montgomery. My dad’s family is rich. He can’t touch any of it until Gran passes or is no longer of sound mind. If there is any left to him, of course. All his family did was pay for his business degree. Even that was like pulling teeth. My mom’s grandparents came here with nothing but their silverware and the clothes on their backs. They worked for everything they had. She grew up comfortable as a middle-class Bostonian who lived in a fancy house because there was no mortgage on it anymore. She definitely married up.”

“Going from a brownstone in Boston is marrying… up?” His father asked, surprised.

“My grandparents bought it in the fifties, so yes. She married a wealthy not quite nobleman British man. It is definitely marrying up. Something I have no intention of doing.”

“That’s fair then.” It did not sound fair going by his tone.

There was an awkward lull in the conversation. “What do your parents do dear?”

“My dad is a businessman; he owns a couple of investment firms in the city. I don’t really have much interest in what he does to be honest. My mom is a professor of history at UC Berkley. She got tenure a couple of years ago. She is actually on sabbatical right now though.”

“Oh, and how is that going for her?”

“It’s going alright. She doesn’t really talk about what she is researching though. Doesn’t want to jinx being published and whatnot.” “She getting paid?” His father asked.

I blinked for a moment, trying to determine if he was serious. When he didn’t continue, I assumed he was, “yes…. She is still working. Just not at the university. Berkley is good, they pay her full salary. Some schools only pay half and hope grants cover the rest of your expenses.”

He merely nodded in response. I wasn’t sure what else to say, so I played with the remaining food bits on my plate.

“What about school? Do you have any plans?”

“I guess. Depends who’s plans you want to hear about.”

“We have time.”

Monty squeezed my knee. He knew this was a touchy topic for me.

“Well, let’s see. My dad wants me to go to Oxford or Cambridge, but I have no interest in moving to England. Visiting on occasion is one thing. Living there for three years is something completely different. Mom wants me to go to Berkley because tuition would be free since she works there.”

“What do you want?”

“If I had my choice of schools, I would go to Ole Miss or NYU to study English with emphasis on creative writing.”

Mr. de la Cruz choked a bit, “English?”

“Yes. I’m not taking AP English Literature for some light reading. I actually enjoy it. Nothing concrete yet as far as plans go yet. I will do more research next year.”

He made a noise that sounded unimpressed. I don’t care about your damn opinion. The evening seemed to come to an end after that. There wasn’t much more to be said or done, so we left the awkward pause where it was. I bid them goodnight and Monty took me home.

“That wasn’t terrible.”

“Your dad thinks I’m not good enough for you.”

“No, I think it’s the opposite babe. He thinks you’re too good for me.”

“I sounded way too pretentious. They think I’m a spoiled little rich girl.”

“They don’t. And even if they did, I don’t care what my old man thinks. My mom likes you.”

“Well that’s good at least.” We drove the rest of the way to my place in silence, save for the odd reaction to something on the radio. When we arrived at my place, he walked me to the door and held me for a moment before we felt eyes on us. My parents were pretending not to look at us from the front window, and failing miserably. I laughed quietly and kissed his cheek softly before we said goodnight. I walked in the house and said hello to my parents before going upstairs and going to bed for the night. What an exhausting evening.

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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Just Another Thing - Phil Beckman x Reader (Knowing)

This Kiss

GIF Credit: X

Author’s Note: “HOLD ON!!” I hear you splutter “SHE FINALLY WROTE THAT SEQUEL TO THIS KISS SHE PROMISED US BACK WHEN SHE WROTE IT IN JUNE!?” Yes. Yes I did! 😏 What can I say. I missed this man.

Also I watched it the other day, and therefore have thrown MIT in as liberally as possible-! Disclaimer: Knowing Characters not mine / lyrics not mine / gifs not mine - see credit. It’s about the only set on this website 😉

Premise: As expected, you’re unable to concentrate in your lecture. And Phil is justly rewarded for his curiosity. But your affair has bigger things to worry about than that right now, and make no mistake, Phil Beckman wont stand for it...

Words: 4404

Warnings: May-December Romance / Student/Teacher Relationship / swearing / sexual connotations & pre-amble

____ I ought to know better but you know that never stopped me before Yeah, my wheels just have a way of spinning, always ending back at your door So add your name to the list Of all the things I can't seem to kick Just like smoking, just like drinking, I'm a fool for ever thinking I'm done Yeah, I always break that promise, if I'm honest it ain't ever just one Or two, when I'm running into you I'm right back on that road, pushing that first domino Yeah you're just another kiss, another Friday night I shouldn't be wasting Just another "what you doing later on?" I shouldn't be saying I got my excuses, no I don't know why I do it You're just another, just another thing I shouldn't be doing --- At least you were correct on one thing. You couldn’t successfully sit through two hours of John Koestler without getting distracted, or clock watching. All you could think of was the way Phil had pulled back from you curiously with his hands under your dress wanting to know what you were wearing. He was less than two hours away from finding out at all points of this lecture. But you didn’t think one had ever gone so slowly. John was always interesting, and you were mostly attentive of what he said because he had a habit of giving his tutees pop quizzes any time they went to 1:1s or had questions, just to make sure you’d been paying attention to at least the rest of his lecture. You knew you were likely to fail the next one. Maybe you could get Phil to bail you out of that-! Even your friends all knew you were distracted, but would never have guessed the reason in a million years. Sometimes you’d heard your friends talk about how stunning lecturers were – or some of the lab technicians – and Phil was, on occasion, the hot topic. But you never took any bait offered to you. Besides, they were right, he was hot and deserved to be the only one you ever talked about, and you had all the facts. But, you instead opted to spend your college time as far from single as you could get. It not like you were ever meant to get involved with Phil, after all. Your problem was, what had started off as a good romance – perhaps even something promising, was now a break-up-make-up-break-up nightmare. And you weren’t sure who was keeping who and for what reason. Probably good cover for any time you’d been with Phil and had to walk into a classroom right afterwards looking flushed with a bruise in a risqué place. So long as they think that’s what was distracting you, you weren’t going to say otherwise. None of them were going to assume it was John, and you’d for sure set them straight on that one immediately. The bell wasn’t even merciful on you, observing that your note page was practically blank as you collected your things and slung your bag back over your shoulder - Yeah, there was no way you were remembering a minute of this class. You exited with your friends, itching to spring across the campus into Phil’s office and subsequently his arms. However, Ethan was waiting for you outside the building. Oh… shit… You sighed softly, the girls nudging you with giggles. He was tall and conventionally attractive. On the football team – but not the quarterback, which was fine with you. “Hey-!” He dipped his frame to kiss your cheek, surveying what you were wearing with as much interest as any other boy on campus was. You nearly huffed; still not for you! “Girls-!” He gave your friends a soft wink as they left you to it. “Hi!” “How was your day?” “It’s gone pretty good yeah-!” If he’d let you get on it’d be better, “Yours?” “Better now.” He gave a grin, “Hey, babe, I was thinking we could go out and grab dinner… movie at my place?” “Oh.” This was where problems always started – nothing he’d suggested was bad, if it was a usual night. But not right now… “I have a 1:1 now, and then I was gonna study.” “We can study together?” He immediately suggested, and then pressed; “Who is your 1:1 with? I can wait.” “Well it’s not like I know how long it’s gonna be…” “Who is it with?” Ethan demanded; eyes narrowed. “Phil Beckman.” You were a little uneasy about that, why was he interested? “Oh. He’s your favourite, right?” And jealous. And right now made you wish you’d never mentioned Phil at all, once, ever. “He’s a good teacher…” “Skip it – say you forgot-!” “What!? No, I need to go ask him about this it’s important--!” Please don’t make this hard… “Just send him an email-! How hard is that-!?” “Ethan.” You sighed, “Please. I need to see him.” “Why?!” Well you weren’t gonna give him a straight answer, “This work is due. Tomorrow, babe, I promise.” “Fine.” But it was obvious he wasn’t happy. “Fine-!” He therefore didn’t say goodbye and turned to walk back to his car, kicking leaves and stones as he went. You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes; this is exactly why you spent your relationship efforts on a man. There was no way in hell you’d ever think Phil would behave like this. You brushed it off and turned back in the direction you wanted to head – you had way more important things to worry about now. *** Phil opened his office door with a smirk, leaning against the door frame with his arm up – like for a second he wasn’t about to let you in. But the way he looked at you made your mood instantly brighten. He took a half step forward, twisting his body to see if anyone else was around. You both knew how to keep it quiet if people were in the offices either side of his, but if no one was at least you could be a little more vocal. He stepped in to let you past, and you noticed his blinds were already all closed – that allowed you to bite your lip a little harder. “How was the lecture?” “Terrible...” “Oh! Really?! John’s lectures are supposed to be riveting!” You let him round you, so that your back was now to his wall, covered with an intricate array of star charts and planetary information. And other pieces he was working on for papers. You’d asked him about nearly all of them and at this point could probably recite them, or do his research, yourself; but heck – you’d been in here enough. “Well yeah, but I wasn’t really listening. I was thinking about you...” “Oh?” Phil took the step forward that made you concede one, pressing your back up against the wall. “Oh? Mr.Beckman, don’t pretend you don’t know that…” “Mr.Beckman?” He questioned with a playful smile, “Good think I’ve been sitting thinking about you this past 30 minutes…” Phil’s smirk was as equally delicious as he was, “…You are quite the distraction…” You bit your lip again, this time far more seductively, “Speak for yourself.” He placed his hands above your head, pulling in his forearms and also pressing them to the wall – his lips touched yours – and your hands were on him before he could do anything about it. You wanted that overshirt off, you wanted his shirt off, you wanted him to hoist you up against this wall and you wanted your dress on the floor… you wanted marks all over you. You needed him to make you his once more. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, following the trail of your pulse – your nails raking up his back and through his hair. The day was over; Phil would let you mess it up now. You found yourself staring at the ceiling for a few blissful moments and almost giggled – Phil had once spent a great deal of time sticking stars up there in constellation forms; because once you’d make the mistake of telling him that climaxing with him was like shooting to the stars. He’d laughed, considering his profession, and the next thing you knew he’d stuck the plastic shapes to the ceiling and declared ‘Now you can be with them. Among them-!’ He pulled away with a slight growl to his voice. Your heart leapt – you always wanted to hear that. Phil with that tone thrilled you, it always happened when he was turned on. “Your dresses drive me insane. Stop wearing them in class. It’s not going to end well and I’m going to get suspended, is that what you want?” His lips grazed yours again as he brought his hands down to your hips. You sighed – wanting them under your dress again. No, of course you didn’t want him to get suspended… But Phil knew you wore them for him – and you were fairly certain he didn’t really want you to stop. The dress didn’t really matter, all it was doing was hiding everything else; what he actually deserved. “It’s not even the dress...” You breathed, watching his gorgeous blue eyes darken further by the second “…What I want most is it on the floor…” He tipped his head; bringing his hands to the buttons – remembering the feeling of lace under his fingertips. This had to be good. Phil’s fingers worked quickly through them as his kisses became rougher – but his choices of where to place them, almost with pinpoint precision, was where he knew would make you moan the loudest. Phil responded to that by grinding his hips into yours, and this time you moaned his name. It wasn’t fair that this man felt so right. That it could feel quite this good to be with him. He pushed the unbuttoned dress over your shoulders and it felt to the floor. Phil took a step back, biting his lip a little at the marks he knew were going to be left along your collarbone. Hardly caring, because not only would you be unconcerned, but he’d probably end up with his own collection before he left this evening. But ever since this had started, you liked buying different lingerie, literally for the sole purpose of him taking it off. You always noted styles, colours and fabrics that Phil liked best. Lace being one of them. Phil was classic – he liked black, red and pink lace and satin… and eccentric patterns. But also anything he deemed unusual – you’d worn lime green once as a joke and he’d been pretty impressed. Phil growled again, this time a little louder; “…Black Lace…?” He ran his fingertips under your panties and you gasped again, “…For me?” He chuckled, sliding them down your legs as he kissed you once more; “Oh, darling, you needn’t have…” *** Every so often you’d go a week or so without being lectured by him – either because his classes had labs conducted by someone else, or because you had home study time rather than having to attend class. You saw him around but you both knew better than to see too much of each other. Whatever illusion you were trying to keep up. But every time you caught a glimpse of him whilst heading to another tutorial, or passing in corridors in lectures and you got to smile and say ‘Hi!’ was certainly the highlight of your day. You also both got to laugh privately at the outfits you wore when you didn’t have to see each other. Of course, you were still in summer dresses but they were a little more modest, or you wore leggings under them, and he rarely wore his black jacket; opting instead for ringer-tees and looser fitting clothing, occasionally with slogans on. And you hated to tell him that he probably didn’t look as cool as he thought he did. Which reminded you that you still hadn’t told him how hot he looked in that black number. Phil was at least glad that it gave both of you the opportunity to work – or focus on work. But that didn’t mean he didn’t think about you, and often. And it wasn’t like he didn’t look up your class schedule and make sure that wherever he was walking might coincide with your exit from lectures. Today however, he was walking across the MIT grounds with John – talking about each other current set of research papers – he was sipping good coffee and so absorbed in the science of everything that even though he missed you, you were the furthest thing from his mind. Even when John started to make jokes about Phil getting a girlfriend. “Nah-! Man. Nah-! That’s not… I’m good!” He laughed, “I’m perfectly fine-!” As they kept walking, they realised that many of the students were weaving out of the way of something going down in the middle of the campus. And as they approached, they realised that shouting was quickly turning to screaming. They both stopped dead. Your friends were standing over to one side looking like they might rather be anywhere else, the other students were dispersing and heading to their own classes as quickly as possible; except from those curious enough to slow their walks down to watch the entertainment. Of course, the ‘entertainment’ was you and Ethan. Having a fall out in the middle of campus was not an ideal situation, but this shouldn’t have surprised you. And this argument was just about as vicious as usual – both of you throwing words you’d end up pretending you didn’t mean. Phil’s eyebrows furrowed; he didn’t like this for obvious reasons. But he wasn’t sure he could get involved either. John just shook his head; “AH, yeah. I can understand why you wouldn’t…” “Shit, we surly can’t allow them to scream at each other in the middle of campus-?” “I dunno. Twenty somethings…? You ever seen these two go at it before? It happens all the time. They’ll just make up in a few hours.” Phil narrowed his eyes, disliking that even more; “You think smart girls wouldn’t get involved in something like that!” John raised an eyebrow at his friend; “Oh, the whiles of being young!” Phil scoffed, running a hand through his hair – “I still think we should stop this.” He ground his teeth together nearly full on glaring at Ethan. Justified, because then it started getting physical – and the second Ethan put his hands on you Phil wasn’t looking for John’s permission. You pulled away but he grabbed you again – and this kept happening; Ethan continued to drag you back as you pulled away from him, and with both of you still yelling at each other this wasn’t about to end well at all. “HEY!” He pushed his coffee into John’s chest and started across the grass. Not my girl! “Phil-! Hey- Phil-!” John’s protests were ignored “HEY-! HEY-! LET HER GO!” As Ethan’s grip only seemed to tighten on you Phil was seeing red; How fucking dare he!! Funnily enough that looked to be near enough what you were saying – and you didn’t even notice Phil until he was practically next to you. “MAN! I SAID LET HER GO!” “She’s my girlfriend-! I’ll do what I like.” Phil almost did a double-take. Ethan! You are walking a thin line! Then took a deep breath and pushed between the two of you. You reeled, rubbing your wrist, but also hardly believing this was about to happen. “She’s not YOURS!!!” Phil’s arm was out, and you knew he was essentially protecting you. He was shorter than Ethan but older; and right now, fierce. But that rung in your ears ‘she’s not yours!’ Oh…Phil… He seemed to realise what he’d said too; “Y/N is NOT a possession!” He took a breath, and stilled his anger – this boy was still a student after all “…No girl is.” His eyes flicked back to see if you were alright, but you were nearly in a world of your own. Did he… did he feel the same thing for you as you did for him? What was he thinking? That was dangerous…! Ethan scoffed, “Yeah, whatever man.” “Ethan.” Phil tipped his head, “I know I might not lecture you, but I know the people who do. And more importantly, I know the coach. You really think he’s gonna wanna hear about this?” Phil turned again, seeing the marks on your arm – and suddenly having a pretty good idea that the bruises on you weren’t always from him. “…Or see pretty hard evidence…” His swivel back was measured, if Ethan wasn’t careful Phil was going to deck him. Luckily, Phil had got a pretty good handle of the situation, and Ethan swallowed hard – stepping back. His body was still between you and him, but Ethan had to take one last jab; “Now you need some teacher defending you-!? You’re just fucking lucky-!” He shouldered his bag and stalked off, leaving Phil to yell after him again. “COOL IT-!” Once Ethan was across the other end of the field, he turned back to you voice immediately alarmed; “You alright-!?” “Yeah…” You straightened your dress of choice today and neatened your hair – “It happens often, I’m used to it.” “And you’re still with the guy-!?” “Phil.” You sighed gently, “It’s… this isn’t the place or time…” you bit your lip, “Please…” “Don’t ask me not to make a scene after that-! Are you sure you’ll be okay!?” You nodded up to your friends still standing awkwardly off to one side “…Yeah…” He followed your eyeline and had to concede that. “Okay. Just take care... Be careful.” You couldn’t help your smile at the concern filling his eyes, and extending to the rest of his features, he was leaned in, his back bent to get closer to you. Still fairly protective. If you were alone you knew you’d have reached out to hold him, to kiss him in thanks. Heck – it was hard to not to do so right now. “I will. I promise…” You took a few steps back; “Thank you…” “You’re welcome.” Then he grinned, “Anytime.” And you knew he meant it. Phil watched you nod, then turn to go back to your friends, who were all ready to welcome you with open arms. “Y/N!” he couldn’t resist making you look back at him; he missed you this close. “If it happens again – my door is always open. I’ll follow through. I promise.” You almost blushed; “Thank you… Mr.Beckman… I’ll keep that in mind.” *** Phil didn’t really think he needed to worry about you – you didn’t come and see him, and you didn’t email him either. Things hadn’t quite graduated to having each other’s numbers, although if you ever asked him, he knew he’d give it up in a heartbeat. You were grown up yourself now, a young adult, you didn’t need him to hover around you like a parent – which would have obviously been completely the wrong word. You could take care of yourself, Phil knew that too. He’d rather you come to him if you really needed him. Today he was immersing himself in some practical work with the other scientists and thoroughly enjoying not having to deal with students for once. He didn’t have papers to mark and – away from his desk – no emails to answer from people who clearly hadn’t been listening in lectures. Sometimes he rolled his eyes and thought about sending them over to you, but never did. If only they had her intuition-! Also, Phil was sometimes selfish with his time and wanted to give it to those who wanted to excel to the next level – he had plenty of final years wanting to do their PHDs and Doctorates, go into the field, and lecture themselves – or those that were genuinely struggling despite doing everything they could. Which caused him to sarcastically respond to some of the other students on Saturday nights when he got takeout and had nothing better to do. Today was also when you turned up again. It was a few minutes before he spotted you, immersed in measurements and brainstorming around machines and the gigantic telescope that MIT had installed here. But when he did spot you, Phil immediately became worried – you were crying. And that wasn’t what he wanted to see. He gently touched his colleague on the shoulder to excuse himself, to which she gave him a gentle smile – and ran across the lab to you. “Y/N-!” His voice was filled with the concern etched across his face, “Oh, sweetheart what’s wrong?” “I- He--- He--” I fucking warned him! - Phil had to be careful with the way he touched you here, “Oh…Oh God! Okay. Okay, sweetheart, come on… come on, lets go to my office… It’s gonna be okay, It’ll be okay…” By now the scientists Phil was working with had turned to see where he was running to and he held his hand up to excuse himself. But they thankfully seemed to understand, most were female, and he thought they’d probably appreciate where you were coming from. But maybe not why you’d go to him. At least he could explain the fight in the grounds, although he was sure that’d got around the campus by now. Phil led you up to his office, hand moving from hovering over your shoulder to your lower back, slamming the door shut – in anger at Ethan – he locked it. “What did he fucking do to you-!?” “No… No, Phil it’s… it’s not like that… he didn’t…” This was strange for you, this was a side to Phil Beckman you’d never even glimpsed before now – seeing you and Ethan fighting had really shaken him up, like suddenly it was a reality that you were technically ‘with’ someone else. And Phil didn’t like it one bit. “Don’t lie to me. Sweetheart, don’t lie to me. I promise, I will make him regret it – and if he comes for you again, he’s gonna wish he never fucking touched you.” He rubbed your arms, soothingly, forehead to yours; “Darling, what happened?” “You saw what he did to me when we were outside on campus. You think he’s any better when we’re together? He’s not exactly your biggest fan…” “Well that was obvious. Don’t tell me he took me out on you-!?” “He takes everything out on me.” You sighed, “And now especially you.” Phil narrowed his eyes; “He’s not good enough for you. You know that right?” “Phil-” “He’s certainly no good for you, and he doesn’t deserve you.” “Phil, please don’t-” “He’s hurting you. I don’t know if it’s because you think you need him so desperately as cover for this, but…” Phil shook his head, and you thought he was about to start welling up “I can’t watch him hurt you…” He pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead and then your lips, “Do you need to stay here a while, I’ll stay with you you know that…” His left hand moved to yours, as his right moved to your side, pulling you protectively to him. But you winced, and checking the position of his hands, Phil knew there was no way that Ethan was leaving bruises on you like that just pushing you around… And suddenly his cheeks were burning, and you could read that expression as well as anything. Phil was jealous - you could think of many reasons why. Ethan could show you off, could be with you outside and off and on campus. Ethan was your age. And then the one that was more obvious, your intimacy. You let his hand go and took his face in your hands, “Phil… Phil – I’m not. We didn’t…” You shook your head, “I’m here. I’m here with you. I’m not having sex with him.” You pressed your lips to his, hard, as if that would prove it. “…How can a man like you be jealous of someone like that?” He sighed; “Because of everything he gets to be with you…” But he returned your kisses, slow and loving. “How can someone like you be with a man like him?” “Maybe I’m not as smart as you think I am…” You ran your hands up his chest, and he didn’t stop you, gripping onto his overshirt. “Bullshit.” “You think I don’t get jealous too?” For a minute Phil wasn’t sure how to answer that, but then he chuckled, and very nearly smirked. If you cared enough to get jealous too. He didn’t have a girlfriend, that much was true – but he did have a lot of female colleagues. And you knew he was an all-around nice guy - Phil had a certain charm – and you were sure that you weren’t the only woman in the University enamoured with it. “It’s kinda cute when you’re jealous – that I would have to admit…” You gripped him tighter with a small pout, not exactly liking that, as he thought. Then Phil threw your phrasing right back at you; “It’s not like I’m having sex with them though, is it?” He wasn’t sure that sex was the right word; that made it neither here nor there. But Phil wasn’t sure which one it was – and he was afraid to call it either way. You let his overshirt go, running your hands beneath it; allowing your fingertips to splay over his heart – before leaning forward, pushing your forehead to his. He closed his eyes, allowing you to have that moment of calm to yourself. Before you moved to brush your lips to his – a sweeter kiss than usual – and he pulled you closer, holding you tighter. You ran your hands into his hair, and only tentatively pulled away. “Y/N…” He breathed your name, sending shivers over your skin – gorgeous blue eyes reopening – “As your lecturer I can only advise you on your work here, perhaps your career. I can perhaps implore you – if you came to me with something more personal. Off the record advice…” Phil took a breath, and he sounded hurt; possibly more because of his feelings for you than anything else, “…But as whatever we are. I would beg you to leave him, I would beg you so I don’t have to worry about you being hurt. You don’t deserve to have someone you love hurt you.” You blinked multiple times, hardly daring to believe the words coming out of his mouth. Not because of what was said, but because of the choice it presented you. One you weren’t sure you could afford to pass up. You looked between his eyes, hands gathering in the middle of his chest, you took a deep breath and swallowed - looking away, just to look back into his eyes with renewed confidence; “I don’t love him.” The silence was momentary – the urgency to reply was great, but in reading what you were really telling him you both needed that moment of gravitas. Phil found himself saying the words before he knew he was saying them. But upon doing so knew he’d desperately wanted to say them for a long time; “I love you too.”

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snexy-the-snail · 5 years

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Peter hated it when his spider powers dialed everything up to like eleven. It was impossible to focus and the constant thrum of danger was pricking the back of his mind constantly. He all but sprinted out of the school when the last bell rang. He wanted out, he wanted his mentor to tuck him away from all the stupidly loud noises.

He didn't hesitate to pop a pill into his mouth when he got up to the penthouse of the tower. He bit down hard, the familiar taste of blue raspberry flooding his mouth. Technically he was supposed to swallow the pill but he honestly could wait, everything was just so loud and out of place.

"Jarvis, Mr.stark in his lab right?" He calls out to the AI as he starts shrinking, none to bothered with it. He was so used to the feeling by now it was actually a comfort. It meant that everything was going to be alright. Sure it wasn't normal but it helped with his issues so it was perfect.

"No. Sir is currently at a press conference in China."

Peter pauses in surprise at that, he felt mildly betrayed he hadn't gotten that information earlier before he turned himself into a bite sized snacks. He groans softly and fiddles with his web shooters aiming it at the ceiling, Mr.Stark would totally flip if he stayed on the ground like this, so he shot a web at the ceiling and started hauling himself up. The pounding in his head was getting unbearable and annoying. He would take almost anyone at this point.

"Great, perfect." He hisses sarcastically to himself shooting another web to swing more to the counter. Maybe he could get Mrs.potts to tuck him away, he was pretty desperate at the moment truthfully. Man tumblr would have a field day with this.

"I just want to be in a nice quite tum, is that too much to ask?" He whines hanging from his web, trying to judge how many swings it would take to get to the counter. He grumbles unhappily hating just everything at the moment. He was mad at his mentor for not being there, and slightly mad at Mrs.Potts as well.

He lets a small huff of disappointment out staring at the counter longingly, he really needed to start carrying the reverse pill as well so he didn't get stuck like this. He frowns and kicks his feet back and forth just waiting in general to figure out what he wanted to do, he didn't even notice Bucky entering the room

"...what's wrong webs?" Bucky asks slowly not sure what he walked in on. Peter seemed pretty damn angry about something another weird thing he was small, he never got to see the kid so tiny.

He was very surprised to see Peter awkwardly swing around until he was facing him. He shifts slightly as the kid stares at him intently before sighing dramatically.

"Everything is to loud, Mr.Stark isn't here and I ran out of the other pills."

Alright so the kid was just having a tough time, he wasn't sure why that meant he was small but he was going to roll with the punches. He personally didn't know the web slinging vigilante very well but Tony was very fond of the kid.

"Is there..anything I can do?" He asks slowly not exactly sure what to do with the web slinging hero. He didn't really try to interact with many of the people in the tower, he didn't want to come across as rude when he wasn't sure how to answer something and stayed quite.

He wasn't prepared for the kid's look of utter relief at his offer. He wasn't sure what the small child would want but he would do his best to make him happy, anything to get on Tony's good side.

"There is something, but it's kinda super weird and I don't usually ask people because it makes them uncomfortable but I'm just so stressed with school and my spidey sense is driving me nuts today you know-"

Bucky honestly was going to ask what it was but the kid was on a roll already taking a deep breath to finish his long winded story.

"You probably don't, anyway sense Mr.Stark isn't here can you eat me?"

Bucky wasn't sure he heard the kid correctly. He wasn't exactly sure why the hell the kid would want to be eaten but who was he to judge? Maybe he just misheard? Probably.

"Eat..you? I heard that correctly right?" He asks slowly wanting to be sure. The kid nods eagerly clinging onto his strang of web or fishing wire. Whatever it was keeping the hyperactive ball of sunshine in the air.

"Yep! Well Mr.Stark likes to refer to it as hiding away but yeah." Peter continued. He hadn't seen Bucky around a lot but he was at the tower and he was Steve's friend which automatically made him trustworthy. At this point he didnt care who it was, hell he'd even go to Sam at this point. Judging by the winter soldier's face however it probably wouldn't be happening if he didnt hype it up.

"Okay okay, it sounds crazy, I get it, but it'll seriously help me out! And it helps you too, Mr.Stark says it's oddly calming having someone so close, plus it's safe for both of us." He says smiling slyly.

"How..is eating someone safe?...and Stark does it?" Bucky asks slowly, Peter relaxing a bit. If he was questioning it that meant it was being considered.

"Well sense I'm smaller my molecules are tightly packed, plus I'm like too dense to digest, oh oh and as a safeguard Mr.Stark put a chemical in the pill so the acids wont hurt me." Peter says with a tight grin. Wow his head was really pounding now. He had no idea what caused his over sensitivity but it was a bitch and be wanted it gone. Instantly.

"Please Mr.Winter soldier Barnes sir, I..it helps a lot with my senses, please." He begs before the man could even open his mouth to respond. He didn't care if he sounded like a pouty kid he wanted to be hidden the frick away right now. The world was to loud and he hated it.

He was fully expecting a no when the silence went on, be squirmed uncomfortably on his web strand just wanting a decision to be made out loud.

"...how..how do we do this?"

Oh frick yes.

Peter grins widely practically vibrating with excitement. He was finally going to be able to rest. He never had anyone else hide him away so he wasn't exactly sure, Mr.Stark just went for it really.

"Okay, so like obviously I'm going to need to be in your mouth, then all you have to do is swallow and bam mission accomplished." Peter says with a grin, gratefully climbing onto the man's hand when it was offered. He wondered what Mr.Stark would think about this, it was kinda their special thing.

He steadies himself as Bucky brings his hand to his face, a bit too fast but Peter could manage that, and hesitantly opened his mouth like he was doing something wrong. Peter didnt waste a second before eagerly crawling into the soldier's mouth, marveling at how much chillier it was compared to his mentor.

"Woah you're a lil cold, that's kinda awesome." He says with a small smile. He laughs slightly and shifts a bit so he would be laying down, it would make it a lot easier for Bucky, none to bothered by the slick muscle pressing against his front. It was more of a comfort than anything now.

"Tumblr would so freak if I took pictures now." He whispers to himself, grinning widely when Bucky closed his mouth slowly. It was dark sure but he got used to it by now besides he didnt have much time to focus on the missing light, Bucky apparently realized he needed to slick him up for the trip down and was rolling him around. It was slightly rougher than Mr.Stark but still gentle, he never once hit any teeth, and the cool muscle slid over him multiple times leaving him coated in salvia soon enough. He laughs slightly and pushes blindly at the slick muscle after a few minutes of being licked and rolled around.

"I'm good!" He calls out grinning widely. He could hear every shaky breath the man took, he was obviously nervous but Peter didnt blame him, it wasnt exactly normal to swallow another person whole. His cheeks hurt with how much he was smiling but he couldn't help it, this was just so ridiculously relaxing for him.

"Send me down Mr.Bucky winter soldier sir!" He says doing a mock salute even if he knew it wouldn't be seen.

"Ah yis." Peter says to himself when he started slightly back, Bucky tilting his head which meant the swallow would be coming very soon. He grins and lays flat not wanting to hurt the man even if it would've been completely accidental.

A loud swallow and he was already up to his hips in the threat, tense muscles rippling over him preparing for the next swallow. It was slightly more hesitant but another swallow pulled him down fully and he was sliding slowly down to the core of the Winter Soldier.

While it wasn't extreme cold Bucky was a lot colder on the inside than he expected, certainly not the 90 degrees he was used to in his mentor. He didnt have a lot of time to ponder it before he was squeezed into his final destination. Bucky was definitely tense, the muscles nowhere near being relaxed, more like a sheet pulled really tight, so he did the logical thing and started pressing into the mess of tightness.

"Don't be so tense, it's fine! Seriously I'm fine!" He calls out pressing his hands deep into the muscle, not surprised at all when he sunk a few inches. He gathered Bucky wasnt exactly a talker, but that was fine, Mr.Stark went to meetings a lot with him 'hidden away' so he didnt get to talk to his mentor a lot during those days.

"And..stark..he's alright with this?"

Woah Bucky's voice was a lot gruffer than Mr.Stark's, it seemed to bounce around a little more than his too. Man he'd have to keep a journal on what avenger had what type of stomach.

"Yeah he'll be fine with this, we do it all the time no worries." Peter says waving dismissively before going back to kneading the tense muscles, thankfully the winter soldier seemed to be relaxing so the knots were slowly untensing leaving soft chilly muscles instead. They sat in silence for a moment before Peter's phone buzzed.

"Oh...I am so fucked." Peter whispers looking at the message his mentor had sent. One thing was for sure they'd having a nice little chat when Mr.Stark returned.

Peter hoped Bucky could hide because there was going to be an intense game of hide and seek in a little bit.

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