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#what episode of Brooklyn 99 would i like to watch? not sure. SHUFFLE.
spider-babe · 3 years
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Babysitter
Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: some swearing maybe? I don’t even know really. This was not proofread, so probably some grammar and spelling stuff
Summary: The Avengers hire a babysitter as a prank for Peter.
Word Count: 2.3k
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A/N: Heylo! I honestly don’t know what’s come over me lately. This is my like third fic in the past two weeks, and other than that, I haven’t posted since August! Anyways, thank you all for reading!! I hope you enjoy!❤️💕🥰
“Mr. Stark, please explain why I can’t go on this mission!” Peter pleaded, confused as to why this was the one mission he’d be left out of.
“Listen Peter, this mission is dangerous, okay? We just don’t want you getting hurt, and plus, we need someone to watch after tower while we’re gone,” Tony gave Peter a small pat on his shoulder.
“How long are you gonna be gone?” Peter asked, tapping his foot repeatedly on the tower floor.
“Just a day, we’ll be back in the morning, most likely. But don’t worry kiddo, you’ll have company,” Tomg smirked and Peter quirked his brows in confusion.
“What?”
As you packed your babysitting bag, you felt yourself freaking out. The fucking Avengers wanted to hire you as a babysitter. Whose kid was it? Why did they hire a random babysitter off the internet? Would the kid even like what you were bringing?
You huffed and zipped up your bag, shaking your head. You just had to impress them, besides, you’d be fine… probably.
“Mom! I’m ready!” You called to her, waiting by the door. She was the one who had to drive you.
That’s the whole reason you were doing this babysitter thing. You needed money to buy a car. Until then, however, your mom had to drive you everywhere.
She walked into the kitchen, her hair and makeup done up. She smiled at you as she grabbed her purse.
“Well you look fancy,” you commented, and she smiled.
“Yes, I have a date tonight, I’m dropping you off on the way,” she explained and your breath caught in your throat.
Your dad had left you both six months ago, and you knew it was good for her to date people, but it still didn’t settle correctly.
She fixed her hair one last time before turning to you again, “You ready?” She asked, and you nodded.
On the drive there, you both remained silent, just a gentle hum of the radio in the car. She pulled up in front of the Avengers Tower. And you inhaled deeply.
“Here you are hun, good luck!” She smiled, rubbing your shoulder slightly.
You exhaled and opened the door, stepping out onto the street. You turned to smile at your mom, “Thanks, mom, good luck on your date!” You grinned, and she gave you an appreciative smile.
“Thanks hun! Love you!” She called after you as you shut the door.
You shot back an ‘I love you’, and made your way to the door. You rang the doorbell of the massive tower. Why did they have a doorbell? Why not a buzzer like a normal building of this height?
Your thoughts were cut off when the door and the one and only Black Widow stood there, dressed in her signature black suit.
“Hey! You must be Y/N! Come in!” She gave you a small smirk, and opened the door wider. You gulped and stepped inside, gripping the straps of your backpack to death.
“Hey,” you said, nervously looking into her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” she smirked and lightly hit your arm. “Cmon, the kid’s upstairs, don’t be nervous, you’ll love him,” she gave you a mischievous smile, and you chuckled lightly.
She led you to the elevator and you ascended to the eleventh floor, a relatively low level based on the size of the building.
The doors opened, and she led you down a hallway into a room where you saw the one and only Iron Man, and a boy was talking to him, although you only saw the back side of his head.
“Ah! Look! There she is!” Mr. Stark clapped and the boy turned to look at you. He was devilishly handsome. You averted your eyes from him to look at Mr. Stark again. Your cheeks heated up, and you saw the boy’s cheeks turn pink out of the corner of your eye.
“Hello, I’m Y/N, it’s great to meet you,” you smiled, and stuck your hand out, very stiffly. Tony passed by the boy and shook your hand.
“Mr. Stark, you’ve got to be kidding,” the boy grumbled, placing his head in his hands.
“Y/N, I’d like you to meet Peter! Peter, I’d like you to meet your babysitter for tonight!” Tony grinned and you looked up at him, and then looked at the boy who flushed red.
“Mr. Stark, I’m seventeen years old, I don’t need a babysitter,” he mumbled, and you eyed him up and down. He was your age, and really fucking cute.
Then it really hit you. You were hired to babysit him. You were going to have to spend the night here with him. The thought immediately caused your body to heat up, and you shook it off, focusing on what Mr. Stark was saying.
“Y/N, you don’t mind, do you?” You were tempted to say no. You’d definitely embarrass yourself. But you needed the money. Shit.
“Uhm, no, I don’t mind,” you looked down at the ground.
“Great! Then it’s settled! Peter, we’ll see you tomorrow! Y/N, make sure he doesn’t blow up the tower while we’re gone. Have fun!” Tony waved, walking out with Natasha.
You looked after the heroes in disbelief, looking back after a few seconds. Peter had his head in his hands, you could see that the tips of his ears were red.
He looked out of his hands, finally, and gave you a small smile. You smiled back, and sat down on the couch, hesitantly of course.
“I-I uh, listen, I don’t know why Mr. Stark did this, I can just stay in my room if you want, or hell, you could probably go home if you wanted to,” Peter sighed, stammering lightly through his words.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” you gave him a shrug, “I don’t have anything else to do.”
“Oh, uhm okay then,” Peter gave a breathy laugh and you smirked at him.
You both sat in silence, looking anywhere but each other’s eyes.
Your eyes landed on the remote, and an idea popped into your head. “Hey, do you by any chance like Brooklyn 99 or Friends?”
After three episodes of Friends, and four of Brooklyn 99, you decided to have some fun. You were technically in charge of Peter for the next few hours, so, you did what any good babysitter would do.
You started making him do chores.
He complained at first, but after promising more TV time, he complied, later stating he felt as though he was being treated like a child. He was. No doubt. But Tony left you in charge, and you wanted to impress him.
So, Peter was set to work, with your occasional input. He washed and put away the dishes, swept the floors, cleaned his room, and even dusted a few things.
Honestly, you were impressed with his work. For being a teenage boy, he was really good at cleaning. Not to stereotype, you hated stereotypes, but most of the boys you had met sucked at cleaning and didn’t know how to load a dishwasher properly.
As Peter completed his chores, you guys had some chats. However, you decided to stay away from his room, only confirming it was done when he finished.
You found out that he went to Midtown Tech, a private school you had wanted to attend, but your mother refused, claiming she wanted you to experience the fun of public school.
Yes public school was… fun. The people were interesting, you had walked into the girl’s bathroom on at least a dozen accounts to see a shrine of some sort. Last time, it was a One Direction shrine. In honor of the band, you left a scrunchie on the floor next to the other sacrifices, if you will.
You already had a whole note category on your phone for weird shit you heard you classmates say, all of which you shared with Peter, and he found them amazing, and he was especially interested in all of the shrines in the bathroom.
You explained each one, from Tom Brady to Spider-Man and to One Direction, Peter getting immediately flustered at the Spider-Man one, but you brushed it off.
“So… what happens to them?” Peter asked, sitting criss-cross across from you on the couch, someone really liked story time. Your kidding. That was a joke. Please understand.
“There’s a lot of rumors, some claim that the spirit of the subjects come and receive them, a theory that’s kind of out there, but who knows. Another one is a girl keeps staging them so she can collect stuff, very plausible, but the most boring one is that the janitors come in and throw them away. Normally, they’re up for a day, two days tops,” you explained, watching Peter’s reactions closely.
He was extremely invested in your story, or that’s what you thought. He was really just interested in you, although the bathroom sacrifices were cool too. You mesmerized him. From the way you spoke with your hands, from the way your eyes lit up when you were telling a story or laughing.
You quickly checked the time, it was already 10:30, you wished that time would just pause, even for a moment, but somethings are set in stone.
As you stifled a yawn, Peter grabbed a pillow and a blanket.
“Movie marathon until we eventually pass out while on the couch?” He suggested, and you smiled, grabbing the blanket, patting the seat next to you.
Peter clutched the pillow to his chest, and sat down. You covered him up with the extremely large blanket, you’d have to ask Tony where he bought it later.
You scrolled through Netflix for a bit, coming across a movie you hadn’t seen in ages, All Dogs Go to Heaven. Sure, it wasn’t the holiday season, but it’s never too early for Christmas movies.
Peter pressed play and you unconsciously snuggled into his side.
You loved this movie, you really did, but a few minutes later, you were out cold.
The next morning you woke to a small shuffle of movement next to you. You opened your eyes, slowly adjusting to the light, and saw Peter’s face only centimeters away from yours.
You inhaled sharply, carefully studying his face, from every freckle to each crinkle, only by his eyes, and the curve of his lips.
You couldn’t help but feel creepy, but this boy was gorgeous.
His eyes started fluttering open, so you shut yours immediately, trying to act as though you weren’t awake.
It was quiet for a few minutes, just the sound of his and your breathing, the gentle hum of the air conditioning.
He slowly detangled himself from you, and you allowed him to easily.
As you heard him walk away, you opened your eyes, pretending to be waking up for the first time that morning.
“Mornin’,” Peter called from the kitchenette attached to the living room.
“Good morning,” you groggily called, wiping your eyes gently, attempting to wipe the sleep from them.
“I’m making some quality breakfast if you want some,” Peter smiled, and you grinned.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Cereal and…” he trailed off, “just cereal.”
“Perfect,” you stood, folding the blanket and placing it back where it was. Then you set the pillows up properly, making the living room look the same way as you had arrived.
Peter poured milk into a bowl as you walked into the kitchenette. He had a separate bowl set aside, empty so far.
“What do you want to eat?” He asked, opening the cereal cabinet.
“Uhm, I’ll just have what you're having,” it was too early to make decisions, so you decided to trust Peter’s food choices.
He slid the bowl in front of you when it was finished. You thanked him and bangs to eat, he chose corn flakes, not the worst choice, but it could be better.
“Do you have any sugar?” You asked, and his face lit up.
“You put sugar on corn flakes too?” His eyes bright as he retrieved the sugar jar.
“Of course! Otherwise it’s too bland, my grandpa taught me that trick,” you explained, smiling slightly at the mention of your grandfather.
Peter poured in his sugar, and pushed the jar over to you.
After breakfast, you both decided to do some tidying up, both wanting to impress Mr. Stark, and each other.
“Peter, I had a lot of fun,” you started and he shot you a grin back.
“Me too! It was so amazing!” He agreed, and you felt your face turn hot.
“Do you maybe wanna… do it again sometime? Like hang out again… sometime?” You asked, and Peter’s jaw dropped.
“Like a date, or just a hang out?”
“Well, if it’s alright with you, a date,” you bit your lip and looked down at the ground.
“A-alright, a date it is!” Peter exclaimed, and you looked up at him, grinning ear to ear.
Right in question, the elevator doors opened, and about six or seven people stepped out, Tony in front of them all.
“Welcome back Mr. Stark!” You welcomed him, making your way towards the group.
“Hey Y/N! This place looks about ten times better than when we left!” He praised, and you shrugged. “How much do I have to pay you again?”
“Just doing my job, sir, and it’s ten dollars an hour, and I’ve been here for around fifteen hours so $150.00,” you quickly did the math out loud, and Tony nodded, pulling a wad of twenties out of his pocket.
“Here kid, you deserve it.”
“Nonono, Mr. Stark, I couldn’t possibly,” you calmly explained.
“I insist, you made Parker do his chores, something we’ve been trying to get him to do forever, take it kid,” Tony placed the money in your palm and you nodded.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Alright then, why don’t you head home so we can debrief the mission? It was a pleasure having you here,” Tony led you to the elevator, and you sneaked a quick wave to Peter, sending him a small wink.
As soon as you were gone, Sam turned to Peter, arms crossed, a smirk adorning his face.
“So, how was the babysitter, Parker?” He joked and Peter smiled.
“Actually, I got a date.”
A/N: Heylo! Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoy, and this was written in like, and hour by a sleep-deprived person, so... yeah. Anyways, thank you, and have a nice day!❤️💕🥰
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dokeblr · 4 years
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Stressed Backwards Spells Desserts!
Character/Pairing: Mirio x Reader
Summary/Prompt: You’re stress eating after a hard week, then in walks Mirio.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: None
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You could almost cry from the guilt. You could almost cry over a lot of things that had happened this week, but the guilt of eating was quickly climbing to the top of the list.
This was your fourth snack now, munching your way through another pack of gummies and it wasn’t even 2pm yet.
Its not something you consciously do.
First, you’re in your room, wearing down your carpet as you turn in circles, stuck in your anxious thoughts and replaying every bad thing that’s happened this week. Festering yourself in the negativity.
Next you’re up and out the room, needing air and walking around the dorms, not noticing your surroundings, just marching on ahead to anywhere that is an escape from your room.
Then you’re in the kitchen, hands grabbing into your snack stash before you’re even aware of what you’re doing and by that point the packets already opened and heading towards your mouth.
Most of the students in the dorms were out doing training or interning, something you considered a blessing. Stuffing your face alone made you feel bad enough, in front of others would’ve been the straw on the camels back that broke it.
Or maybe it’s already broken, tears bubbling behind your eyes as you feel aggravation curling in your gut and the sudden urge to just spit the damn sweets out.
“Are you ok, y/n?”
Gummies spilled out all over the table as you jumped, nearly choking on the ones still in your mouth.
“Mirio!” You wheezed out, coughing to try and regain some functioning air pipes, “I-I’m fine.”
You were hoping that nearly choking to death would excuse the tears in your eyes as you turned to face away from the blonde. Of all the people to still be in the dorms, it was the last one you’d hope to find you in such a state.
“Are you sure? You’ve been walking back and forth frantically the whole afternoon, let me get you some water at least.”
Of course he wouldn’t drop it, he was too kind to turn away from someone who seemed like they were in need. Mirio truly was the embodiment of a real hero. Sometimes you wagered that was the sole purpose he was put on this earth, the be the best hero there could be.
Embarrassment curled in your gut now and simmered under your face as you wiped away the spit and dribble from your chin. Disgusting, sloppy, greedy, that’s all he’d think of you now.
“Here.”
A glass had appeared in front of you as your face flushed, muttering a quiet thank you in response.
“No problem.” Was his response, voice calm and soothing.
You were too busy taking a sip from the glass to see his hand raise to your face as a calloused and warm thumb wiped away a stray spit of saliva you had missed earlier from your chin.
The flush in your face intensifies and you’re soon a spluttering mess, caught between apologising and being startled at the sudden closeness of your classmate.
“Are you sure you’re ok? You were looking pretty grim eating those gummies earlier.”
Mirio was seemingly unfazed by the lack of personal space, settling into the chair right next to yours, crossing your legs with his.
“Um, yeah, I’m ok.” His fingers were finding their way to the stray gummies on the table, flicking them into his mouth as he watched you intensely. “Thanks for asking.”
A thoughtful look flickered across Mirio’s face for a moment as he sat and simply stated at you, popping the last gummy into his mouth and propping his head on his hand. The smile that smoothed over his features was gentle and soft, the face of his face shaping around it and creating a picture of peace.
“No you’re not.” Blunt honesty wasn’t what you expected from his tranquil state. “You’re stressed about something, and that’s ok.”
Your mind was struggling to form a response.
“It’s nothing major.” As soon as you’d finished your sentence, he was already one step ahead.
“It doesn’t need to be. You don’t need to have gone through some big traumatic event to justify being bummed out. If you’re upset, then you’re upset, and we’re gonna cheer you up!”
Screeching echoed out against the kitchen walls as metal chairs were pushed back and Mirio was dragging you out of the kitchen by the hand and down the corridor to the boy’s dorms.
“Um, Mirio, these are the boys-“
“I know!” The blonde interrupted, voice full of amusement and mischief. “We’re heading to my room!”
Sweat was gathering in your joint hands as your face flushed again, being so close and intimate with one of the strongest and most charming heroes at UA was breath-taking, literally. Your chest was heaving with nerves.
All too quickly you were in his room, and Mirio finally let go of your hand after guiding you to sit on the bed.
“Close your eyes for a second, ok? Just trust me!” With his tongue stuck out and his eyebrows set with determination he looked like a big Labrador, waiting to play fetch. The adorable imagery only marginally helped sooth you.
“Ok, sure.” Losing your sense of sight was even more nerve wracking. You’d only been alone with the human ball of sunshine a few times, but being in his room was an experience you never thought you’d have.
There was some shuffling and crinkling, drawers being opened, things whizzing past your head, ‘is he throwing stuff on the bed?’, electronics being played with and finally a weight on the bed.
“Ok, before you open your eyes, shuffle back a bit until you hit the wall.”
Your audible gulp was the only response Mirio got.
The bedding was velvety and smooth under your hands, the mattress dipping slightly as you delicately shuffled back until your hit something- plump and soft?
Leaning into it, you found it comfortable, maybe a pillow.
Before you got the chance to fully figure it out, cool air hit your feet as your shoes were suddenly pulled off, tugging a yelp from deep in your throat.
The darkness was sudden, and you were abruptly being weighed down. It was fluffy and warm, suffocating you before you quickly brought yourself out for air, opening your eyes to find Mirio and free yourself from the confines of whatever had trapped you.
It was a huge blue blanket, covered in tuffs of silky wool. Still in a state of semi panic you whipped your head around, finding the bed was covered in different snacks, crisps and chocolates. There was a tv settled on top of some dressers, waiting patiently while flicking through some Netflix listings.
There was another weight on the bed next to you, shuffling under the covers and letting out a content sigh.
“So, what’re you in the mood for? I heard there was new episodes of Brooklyn 99, it’s pretty funny, or there’s the new zombie movie out. Oh my god, they added Kung Fu Panda 2!”
Mirio was absentmindedly flicking through the options, humming his thoughts every now and again when something captured his interest, not even noticing that you were still gaping at him.
“Mirio…” Your voice was a mutter, looking down as you nudged a pack of kinder chocolate with your foot.
“Huh?” He glanced over at you, concern washing over his features. “Do you want something else? I usually just keep these here in a secret stash in case Tamaki need’s something, but he always says I get too much.” Kindness was his greatest virtue.
“Thank you.” It was all you could say. Because really, what more was there to add? You were grateful, completely and overwhelmingly grateful.
His features relaxed, and the peaceful smile graces over his features once more.
“That’s what I’m here for, sunshine.”
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Notes: All these requests for Mirio are making me soft, hope you enjoy this one!
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CSI: Rogers and Barnes The Serious Cereal Serial Killer
Prologue: Aye Aye Captain.
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Series Intro: Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant James ‘Bucky’ Barnes are hot on the tail of Brooklyn’s latest criminal- The Serious Cereal Serial Killer. Captain Rogers assembles the best officers from the Brooklyn 101 Murder Unit. This specialist team, nicknamed The Avengers, are working in the dark as the killer leaves behind no clues, other than their choice of murder weapon- whichever beige cereal he/she chooses.
The team are in a race against time as the bodies begin to mount. Can they catch the perp before it’s too late?
Episode Summary: There’s a lake, and Steve’s in a suit. Someone he clearly has feelings for appears and we get the impression that he may have done something a little bit dumbassy… Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. Dark Comedy themes.  CSI:NY + Brooklyn 99 = CSI: Steeb!
Episode Pairings:  Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark (will they, won’t they, did they???)
Song for Episode:  Alien by Cary Brothers  
A/N: Inspired by THAT picture of Mr Evans on set in his suit by the lake, myself and @icanfeelastormbrewing put our heads together and we present to you CSI: Rogers and Barnes- The Serious Serial Cereal Killer. I really hope you’re ready because this is a journey into our very, very odd minds but we promise there is a decent plot underneath all our Avengers and Stark Spangled Banner Easter Eggs and jokes! You don’t need to have read that series to understand or enjoy this, but we’ve used the Universe to spin this from. 
Our knowledge of American Policing is limited, so bear with us if we slip up, but at the end of the day this is a fiction so we’ll claim any mistakes as creative license!!
Episodes will be given individual warnings, summaries, pairings and songs so please pay attention to those.
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“Nice suit, punk.” Sergeant James Barnes smiled at his Captain, Steve Rogers, who sighed, dropping his hands to his hips.
“You’re a jerk, Bucky” Steve replied simply, eyeing his best friend through his Aviators, a small smile playing on his face.
“Ready for your big speech?” Bucky questioned.
Steve took a breath and looked around. It was a gorgeous, sunny May evening. The Lakehouse which had been hired by the NYPD for the Ceremony was full of people all milling around inside and out. 
“Yeah.” he nodded “I think so.”
“Think so ain’t gonna cut it Steve.” Bucky chuckled “You got half the force out there. The Deputy Commissioner, the Commissioner…” “Buck, just don’t” Steve sighed “I’m well aware of who’s here, thanks.” “Well it’s hardly surprising…” Bucky said, taking a pull from his beer “It was a pretty big case. Thanos and The Children were terrorising Brooklyn for years. “And it was the 101that put him away.” Steve smiled “It was a good team effort.” “You gonna take that time out?” Bucky asked. Steve shrugged.
“I dunno.” 
“You work too hard.” “Criminals don’t exactly take time out because we want to a holiday you know.” Steve said, looking at him. “I’m sure the Unit wouldn’t fall apart if you took a week out.” Bucky said “Stark’s right, you need to get a life man.” “Fuck you.” Steve shot back and Bucky snorted a laugh. 
“Whatever.” 
At that point, Deputy Commissioner Nick Fury approached them, and Steve nodded to him
“Sir.” 
“They’re ready for you now Captain.” he said “You do your speech and then Senator Ross will join you on stage to hand out the Commendation to you and your Unit.” “Yes Sir.” he nodded.
“Knock ‘em dead Punk.” Bucky smiled, and Steve shot him one last look, before he took off his aviators and tucked them into his pocket, Bucky making his way to his seat.
He passed by the other members of his specialist unit, smiling as he went. Detectives Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff aka Clintasha on account of them hardly ever being apart, Patrol Officer Odinson, aka the Bungalow on account of him ‘not having much upstairs’ according to Bucky (which was ironic seeing a the guy was about 8 feet tall) and then on to his support staff- Tony Stark and Bruce Banner his forensic experts aka the Science Brothers, their Assistant Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, the lead Pathologist and Police Technician Wanda Maximoff. 
After acknowledging them all, he walked up the steps to the stage to a round of applause and wolf whistles, and smiling he pulled his pre-written speech out of his pocket. 
“Thank you.” he spoke into the microphone, squinting slightly against the sun “It’s my pleasure to welcome you to this celebration of achievement for the Brooklyn 101 and their efforts which led to the removal of a dangerous crime lord from our streets.” he paused as Clint gave a little cheer, followed by a shout.
“Go Avengers!”
More cheering and Steve smiled at his team before signalling with his large hands for them to settle down. As the noise died down he cleared his throat and glanced down at his notes again. 
Bucky watched him, smiling to himself. Steve was good a public speaker, his ability to command an audience and simply make people listen was one of the many reasons he had risen through the ranks so quickly, alongside the fact that he had an impressive ability to manage people and a huge number of solved crimes to his name. Bucky was incredibly proud of his best friend. The tall, broad man on the stage was a far cry from that skinny little blonde haired punk he had grown up with, bailing out of fights constantly on the streets they had roamed as kids. 
Steve caught Bucky’s eye, and his Sergeant flashed him a wink and he smiled before continuing.
“Months of hard work, long days and even longer nights went into putting Thanos away. And each and every single member of the 101 had a huge role to play. From Sergeant Barnes who commanded and led the team to Wanda who kept all our paperwork and reports water tight. No matter how meaningless you may have felt your contribution seemed on the outside, every single bit of it was influential in bringing Thanos to justice, and he I am over the moon to be able to thank you all for your efforts and service today.”
He paused and looked out and that was when he spotted her, gently weaving her way through the crowd that was stood up at the back of the seats. Not that it took much effort, he could have found those big green emeralds among millions of people. Her hair was different, not only shorter, but different. It curled round her left ear and her bangs swept across her face sweeping down and finishing in a longer point along the right hand side of her jaw. But those eyes were piercing through him the same way that they had always done. Steve had seen them shine with excitement, sparkle with laughter, darken with lust and close with utter bliss… he had also seen them water with disappointment and shrink with anger.
Just like they were doing now.
Steve had always been one for containment and keeping his emotions at bay, he was the righteous Captain everyone in his team looked up to after all and couldn't afford to let his emotions get in the way. At that moment though he struggled to focus on the page in his hands which he was surprised to find were shaking slightly.  With a deep breath he steeled himself, cleared his throat and resumed his speech. Had he let that scrawny Brooklyn kid he once was come out, he would have stayed there slack jawed with nothing to say.
Bucky sensed something was off, he knew Steve too well not to notice. He turned around to follow his best friend gaze only to find a brunette young woman with gorgeous green eyes dressed in a sleeveless dark green cocktail dress adorned with little golden pineapples. Bucky turned back to the front and glanced at Natasha, whose sharp eye had also noticed Steve’s reaction. Bucky shrugged and motioned with his head to the back of the seats where the woman was stood. Natasha glanced back and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She nudged Clint who turned to look, before he shared an imperceptible knowing glance with Natasha. 
Ok, so they knew who she was. Bucky still had no idea. 
When Steve finished his speech and the crowd erupted in a big round of applause, Senator Ross approached his spot on the stage and handed out the Commendation, giving Steve a brief hug and pat him on the back. Steve then showed it to his team mates who were now stood, cheering him from the front row under the stage and that was when Bucky saw Katie approach Tony, dropping a kiss to his cheek. As he looked at the faint resemblance between the two, understanding suddenly flooded his system. This had to be Katie Stark, the youngest child of the late Commander Howard Stark, Steve’s one time boss and mentor.
As Steve was dragged to the side for photos with the Senator and Chief, he continued to watch the unit out of the side of his eye. Tony said something to Katie’s ear as his arm curled round her shoulders and that smile Steve would have died for threatened to spread across her pretty face. Steve swallowed, and allowed himself to be rearranged for more photos with the Senator and Chief, before all to soon he was being dismissed to leave the spotlight to mingle with his friends to celebrate. 
Get yourself together Steve, you can do this.
He took a moment to inhale deeply and give himself a pep talk, before he drew himself tall and walked over to where the members of the 101st .and Katie were.
As he approached he saw Thor sweep Katie into a huge hug and drop a kiss to her cheek. "Little Stark, you look fantastic. It's good to see you." "You too big guy" she grinned before she stepped forward to hug Clint and Natasha, her one time team mates "and you two." Steve shuffled uncomfortably, his collar and tie felt real tight. His hands slipped into his pockets and he rocked to and fro on the balls of his feet, a little tick he had whenever he got nervous. One that didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky. 
"Not that we're not happy to see you but...what you doing here?" Clint asked, releasing her. "Was on a rare few days off and came to visit Tone" she said, smiling at her brother. "He insisted I come...share your success. Was a pretty big case you guys smashed." "Well me and Bruce were the ones that actually linked him to 30 crimes forensically but I don’t wanna brag..." Tony quipped and Katie rolled her eyes. "And he’s so modest about it too." Bucky grinned, flashing a huge smile at the girl in front of him "James Barnes, Bucky." "Pleasure to finally meet you Bucky." She smiled "I heard a lot about you. I'm Katie, Tony's sister." "You're Howard's daughter?" Bucky cocked his head to one side and she nodded. "Your dad was a legend. Sucks what happened to him and your mom. Choking on fondue...no way to go." "Thanks. He was good man." Katie said. And then her eyes flickered to the blonde Captain who took a deep breath as her green eyes grew colder. "Hi Katie" he said softly.
"Captain Rogers." Her reply was a little curt, and it cut him to the bone that she could be cold towards him, especially after everything they had been through over the past almost 10 years. But deep down he couldn't blame her. He had been a total jerk. He deserved her indignation.
“How are you?” he asked. 
“Good thank you.” she said. 
“I hear you made Sergeant.” he said, and she nodded. 
“Yeah, month or so back.” “Congratulations, you deserve it.” “Yeah, thanks, err…” She turned to Tony “Any chance we can get a drink, I’m gasping.” “For you kiddo, anything. Anyone else want one?”
Pretty much the entire unit nodded and they headed off to the bar leaving Steve and Bucky alone.
“Ok…” Bucky turned to his friend “What the fuck was that about?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Steve sighed, looking back at him.
“Bull crap.” Bucky shot back “I thought you and here were fiends. When I was in Russia, for 5 years all I got was emails and shit telling me about her and what you’d been up to…now she looks like she wants to kill you.” Steve snorted “She probably does.”  
“Wait, did you…” Bucky frowned, before his mouth fell open “You did didn’t you! You slept with Howard’s daughter!” “Shhhhh keep your voice down.” Steve hissed.
“Was that before or after he died?” “Bucky shut up.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, looking at his friend. 
“Does Tony know?”
Steve gave a derisive laugh “Do you think I’d still be alive if he did?”
“Good point, he’d have probably designed some kind of murder-bot to kill you in your sleep…” Bucky mused. “You sly little punk, I didn’t know you had it in you. Well, she had it in her more like, but that’s by the by…”
“Buck, I swear to God…” Steve’s nostrils flared at his friend’s crassness and Bucky gave a howl of a laugh.
“I’m just toying with ya Stevie…I’m impressed. She’s hot.”
“Not a word.” Steve glared at his friend as the unit started to make their way back, various beers and glasses of wine clutched in their hand.
Bucky mimed a zip closing across his mouth and smiled, slightly surprised as Natasha handed both him and Steve a beer.
“Thought you might need a drink.” Natasha said quietly to Steve, shooting him a knowing look as Clint did the same. Steve groaned, he should have known. Nothing got past Clintasha. He swore the pair of them had been fucking spies or secret agents in a past life.
“So Katie…” Clint turned to the youngest Stark. “How’s DC?”
She smiled “I love it. It’s a beautiful place. Not home though.” “She misses me.” Tony interjected and Katie slapped him on his shoulder, rolling her eyes.
“Like a hole in the head.” 
Bucky laughed “What made you move over there?” he asked, ignoring the deep breath of annoyance from Steve to his left.
“Well, I wanted my Sergeant stripes” she said, nonchalantly “I was told there was no progression available in the 101st so imagine my chagrin when they replaced me with one.” Steve bristled slightly but he didn’t reply.
“Wait…I was your replacement?” Bucky frowned, looking at Steve.
“It wasn’t like that.” Steve said gently “The budget for a sergeant was only provided to me after you left Katie.” “Sure.” she shrugged “Anyway, it’s irrelevant now. The position in the SHIELD unit was too good to turn down so…” “Yeah you guys got a good result on the Mandarin Case.” Peter Parker looked at Katie 
“It was hard going…” she nodded “I was undercover pretty much for a month, hence the haircut.” “Ha Steve knows all about being undercover….” Bucky snorted 
“Shut up.” Steve said.
“What?” Bucky looked at him innocently “I was merely referring to your impressive moustache man…” Steve gave a groan as the unit began to laugh.
“As part of the Thanos op, Steve had to infiltrate the gang.” Tony looked at Katie who was frowning, not understanding the reference. “He basically shaved his beard off but left this God awful tache…he looked like a 1970s German Pornstar.” Katie snorted “Beard murdering…” she looked at Steve who simply shrugged giving her a small smile.
“Yeah well its coming back.” he shrugged, gently stroking his chin where there was a faint smattering of stubble.
“Hmmm.” she made a small noise, and then looked around, and smiled with a wave as Deputy Fury caught her eyes “Excuse me guys, I’ll be back in a moment.”
Steve watched her leave before he turned back to his team listening to their conversation.  But he couldn’t focus. Just seeing her again was enough to send his head into an absolute whirl. She looked amazing, not that she hadn’t always. Maybe it was the fact he hadn’t seen her for 5 months that was making it worse. But all he could remember was her touch, the way her head would rest against his chest when he hugged her, the smell of her shampoo, the softness of her hand when she would take his…and then the feel of her lips on his, the smoothness of her skin…
Fuck! He had been a grade A jack ass.
Steve took another long pull from his bottle of Stella and looked around. Katie was just finishing a conversation with Fury and Pierce, before she excused herself and headed for the bar after shaking hands with both men. 
Now or never, Rogers…
"I’m, err, going to get a refill..." speaking for the first time as he showed his team mates his almost empty beer bottle, "be right back."
“Course you are…” Bucky mumbled, as he watched Steve slope off. He turned to Natasha.
“So what’s the deal…” he asked, dropping his voice and turning side on to face her so that Tony wasn’t looking. “I mean I kinda figured something went down but…” “Well we don’t know for sure…” Natasha said “But they went home together after the Christmas party in December. Was a long time coming, they’d been dodging around each other for years.” “Yeah, both dating other people when it was clearly obvious they were head over heels for one another.” Clint added. 
“But it got frosty. Like real frosty and she put in for a transfer request.”
Bucky sighed and looked over at Steve who was now stood by the woman. Stevie had always been useless with women, Bucky had all the luck in that department when they were growing up. That was until Steve went to University and discovered the Gym and signed up for an experimental Nutritional Programme called ‘Operation Rebirth’. 3 months later Steve’s physique had changed dramatically. Gone was the lanky, twig thin kid and in his place was a stocky, ripped, 6ft 2 adonis. Frankly it had put Bucky’s nose well out of joint as the women flocked around him. But he needn’t have bothered, he was still as fucking hopeless has he always had been,
And seemed he still was.
“What?” a voice said, and Bucky turned to see Tony stood there, looking at them, his brown eyes flashing as he glanced from Natasha to Clint and then to him. 
Shit. 
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When Steve reached the spot by the bar where Katie was waiting patiently for her Martini to be served (made with gin, obviously, he recalled as he had bought her enough- I’m not a heathen, Steve…) he gently touched her forearm and she turned around slowly with a sigh to face him. Steve know she had sensed his presence even before he touched her, she always could. Many years of friendship did that to you.
"Are you avoiding me?"  he asked lightly.
"Does that surprise you?" she replied looking at him directly in the eyes.
"No, not really." he said looking shyly at the grass beneath his shiny black oxfords. With a sigh he looked back up, straight into those deep green orbs "Look, Katie, I hate how we ended things, I..."
"How WE ended things?" she cut in, "Are you for real? I didn't end anything, Steve, because there wasn’t actually anything to end was there? You made sure of that!" 
"I'm sorry, Katie, I truly am." he spoke again.
"Sorry for what exactly?" she fired back.
She was pissed. He could sense it in the rising tone of her voice and the way her eyes seemed to squint in the way they always did when she was winding up for an argument. He had to do something before they attracted too much attention and Tony made an entrance.
"Look, can we maybe go for a walk by the lake?" he looked at her, his eyes pleading. "We can talk and errm..." 
She sighed "Fine."  and with that she started to make her way through the rest of the people at the reception heading towards the calm water.  Once they reached a spot under a tree near a small jetty she stopped and turned to look at him. 
"What do you want, Steve?" she asked shielding her eyes with her right hand from the sun that was beginning to set.
"To check in. I care about you, Katie" he answered looking at her with an almost apologetically.
"So, you care about me.” She snorted “That's rich."
"Of course, I do!" he almost yelled. "We've been best friends for what, almost ten years?" 
“Were, Steve.” she stared at him, “Past Tense…”
He took a deep breath and looked away, the lump in his throat growing even larger. Her words feeling like a slap in the face, but he wasn’t sure exactly what else he had expected. Things hadn’t been the same. They hadn’t actually spoken since she had left for DC. And he was the reason she had left, regardless of how she dressed it up and pretended otherwise to everyone else.
He looked back at her, and saw her eyes. They bored right through him, a mixture of anger and melancholy.
He had to try and fix this, he had to….
“Look, Katie, I know you must hate me..."
"Steve..." she said putting a hand over his forearm, before pulling it back immediately, almost like it had been an involuntary reaction. And the fact she wasn’t comfortable showing him that type of friendly affection anymore made him feel even shittier than he already did.  "I..."  she was fumbling with the words and he remained silent whilst he waited for her to gather her thoughts. “You know what, you’re right, I did hate you. I hated what you did but…you know what the worst thing about all of this was?”
He looked at her waiting for her to continue.
“Was that I mostly hated myself" she finished quietly, her voice beginning to break and she looked away.
Steve was aghast at her statement. "Wha... what do you mean?" he asked stuttering. He wasn't prepared for something like that. Over the last few months his mined had conjured thousands of possible conversations and things she would say to him when they finally met each other again…but not that.
"I hated myself for letting you in, Steve" she inhaled deeply before looking back at him and continuing, trying to keep the tears at bay. "You knew how long it took me to get over Grant, you knew what that bastard did to me because you were there, you were my best friend. You wiped my tears, held me when I cried myself to sleep, you helped me pick up the pieces of myself,  told me I was worth more. But then, when it came down to it…I clearly wasn’t, not to you anyway.” 
Steve couldn't stand her gaze and looked down to his shoes, jaw clenching. "Katie, I..." he started to speak but did he know what to say? 
"Let me finish, let me say this, Steve, please." she pleaded. "I trusted you, you knew how I felt about you, and you know how much it took to tell you that and let you in…" she swallowed hard "You broke through every goddamned wall I put up around me and what’s more, you broke me too."
"Breaking your heart was never my intention, doll" was the only thing he managed to say, swallowing thickly. He didn't even know how he could have possibly formed those words in his brain and actually uttered them, he was numb and wanted to tell her she meant so much to him, so much more than she could ever imagine…but the words just wouldn’t come. 
"But you did." she said quietly, tears now threatening to spill. "And I need time to heal, Steve. There’s not going back from what happened. We can’t just go back to being best friends and hanging out…it doesn’t work like that.”
“Kiddo?” They both jerked a little at Tony’s voice as he approached. She hastily wiped at her eyes and Steve stood back, taking a deep breath. “You two alright?” “Yeah, just catching up.” Katie said, smiling at Tony. 
“Huh, that what they call it?” Tony said, his voice somewhat steely and Steve felt himself blanche. He turned to Tony but before he could say anything, the man’s fist had connected with his face, cracking his nose, making him reel backwards.
“Tony!” he heard Katie say, loudly, and as Steve recovered from the blow he looked up to see her stood with her hands on his chest, pushing him away gently.
“I can’t believe you, you son of a bitch!” Tony was spewing, glaring at Steve. The Captain was relieved to see that Bucky and Thor were hastily making their way over. They were well enough removed from the crowd for this not to be seen, thankfully. 
“Stark…” Thor said in his deep breath “Come on, calm down…” “Calm down, calm down?” Tony’s face contorted with fury “I just find out, he slept with my sister, and then…”
“I’m a big girl Tony.” Katie said gently “I don’t need you fighting my battles for me, not like I did when we were kids…”
“I knew there was a reason you ran off to DC, and all the time it’s been him!” he said, looking at her, before he glared back at Steve. “You’re a piece of shit, Rogers…”
Steve waved off Bucky who had stepped forward to check he was ok. 
“Come on…” Katie said, pushing Tony’s chest, “Time we left…” With that she turned to Thor and Bucky, gave them both a smile before she locked eyes with the Captain “Bye, Steve" she said turning around and beginning to walk away with Tony.  Steve could do nothing else but watch as she walked out of his life for the second time in less than 6 months. 
“I’m sorry” Bucky looked at his friend as he wiped at his bleeding nose with a handkerchief. “He overheard me and Natasha and…”
“I’m surprised it’s stayed a secret as long as it has.” Steve sighed “I deserved it, he’s right, I am a piece of shit.”
“We all do stupid shit bud.” Thor said, “Doesn’t make us bad people.” Bucky looked at Thor “That’s pretty smart for you.”
“I have my moments.” Thor shrugged, before he frowned “Unless you’re my brother, of course. He is inherently bad…but that’s another story.”
There was a pause, and then Bucky looked at Steve.
“Think you need another drink.” he said, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll go grab you one.”
Steve smiled, knowing full well it was Bucky’s way of saying “I’ll give you a moment…”
His friend squeezed his shoulder before he turned and walked away leaving Steve stood, looking out across the lake. The tall blonde stood there, mulling the conversation they’d just had over and over in his mind. He knew he’d hurt her but now he understood the extent of that, he hated himself even more. 
Steve Rogers was a man of honesty and principles. A man who believed that you faced up to your actions and took the consequences whatever they were, not merely hid from them. But here he had gone against every single thing he stood for. He’d let Katie walk away all those months ago without so much as a fight. Because it was easier, easier than being honest and explaining why he had done what he had done.  
If time travel was possible, he’d go back and do everything differently.
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Can you start doing pretty things because I can hear them??
Here's Part two of Jercy Fic: Annoying Neigbour because I'm jercy trash and I love writing them!
Here's Part 1 if you missed it: Can you stop doing explicit things where I can hear them?!
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Percy had been pacing for ages; if he were wearing shoes he would have burned a hole in the wood floor.
The Italian he had ordered sat on the counter because cooking was not an option if he wanted to keep his hot neighbour alive.
He was a man of many talents but he could admit where his weaknesses lay. The kitchen was one of them. Besides cereal and toast Percy mostly stuck to microwave meals and takeout.
To say he was nervous would be an understatement. Although, he had kept a cocky facade when he spoke to Jason he was bubbling with nerves inside.
Before he could think on it any further two knocks rattled through the apartment. With a deep breath he calmly walked to the door, so as not to get into a brawl with the furniture again.
Jason Grace was glowing. That's the first thing Percy thought when he opened the door, and then immediately changed his mind— Jason was crackling.
"Hey neighbour," He smiled
"Hi Percy," Jason replied softly
"Please come in, dinners in the kitchen. We can dish up and take it to the lounge."
They walked together, through that scandalous living room and Percy didn't miss the scarlet blush Jason sported.
"So I got Italian because I've never met anyone who didn't like pasta or pizza, and if I ever did I'd never want to meet them again," He joked.
"I fully agree," Jason nodded, "What's not to like?"
Percy laughed which made Jason laugh and suddenly any awkwardness melted away like ice in summer.
They grabbed their food and shuffled off to the lounge.
"You ever watch Brooklyn 99?" Percy asked
"Only three times over but I'm always down to start again"
"Cool cool cool cool cool cool, no doubt no doubt no doubt"
Jason launched himself onto the couch, lying across the entire sofa with a pillow tucked under his arm.
Percy smiled at how at home he looked and couldn't help but think he fit perfectly there- on his couch, in his home, in his life.
Suddenly Jason was getting up, eyes wide, "I'm so sorry I just kind of reflexively sat down, do you want the sofa, ugh I'm sorry, I'm an idiot , it's such a habit to collapse on the couch and I wasn't even thinking and—"
"Love" Percy interrupted, eyes twinkling, "It's okay, you take the couch. I actually love to sit on the floor. It's my comfy position"
Percy wasn't sure he'd ever get tired of that blush, bright red and so adorable it made him want to kiss the blonde-haired boy on his cheeks.
"Are you sure I mean I could take the—"
"I'm sure," He couldn't help but laugh.
Jason nodded, laying back down, and Percy made himself at home on the floor, leaning his back against the sofa.
"You can see right?" He asked
"Yep, I'm good. And the food is beyond delicious" Jason sighed contentedly
"Thanks I ordered it myself" Percy winked.
A huffed laugh sounded from behind him and then the familiar tune of trumpets started from the TV.
Several episodes in, all the food had been demolished and they were in fits of laughter at the shenanigans of the nine-nine.
The lights were low making them sleepy but not tired and blankets wrapped around their legs. The cocoa Percy had made between episodes warmed them from the inside out.
Soft, strong hands casually, unknowingly found their way into Percy's hair. Stroking and massaging with no rhyme or reason. Percy sunk further into the couch, groaning softly. His eyes at half mast, purring like a jungle cat.
"Can I ask you to do something for me?" Jason tugged on Percy's hair gently, grabbing his attention.
"Sure what's up?" He mumbled, blinking into consciousness again.
"Could you, would you play the piano for me?"
Percy turned his body so he was facing his neighbour, hesitantly he asked "You want me to play for you?"
Jason nodded, "I hear faint trinkles every now and then and I think I fall in love a bit everytime. I love the piano but I never got the time to learn."
Percy blinked, and blinked again. His brain flashing a bright neon sign glaring "I think I fall in love a bit everytime"
Jason hadn't even realized the implications of his statement but Percy's mind was already racing, bounding, leaping to the future.
Jason winced, an hibiscus-red blush covering his cheeks, "I'm sorry if it was inappropriate to ask, you don't have to play, I just—"
Percy shook his head, "No no I would love to play for you, here come on."
He grabbed the blushing blonde's hand and walked him to the spare bedroom where, in all its glory was a gorgeous black piano
Jason gasped and let go of Percy's hand, rushing to the masterpiece that sat in the dead center of the room.
"Oh its beautiful,"
"Thank you," Percy smiled, moving to sit on the bench.
"Anything specific you want me to play?"
Words were a lost commodity to Jason, so he shook his head, blue-eyes wide with awe.
Percy began softly, feeling the cool of the keys, hearing the flow of sounds, feeling the universe realign.
Jason stared and stared and stared, as Percy played more, built up the crescendo, crashed it and started again. Jason stared, and teared up, and fell in love.
When Percy was done, he looked up at his audience through long, dark eyelashes, and before he could get a single word out, Jason kissed him.
It was the kind of kiss that shattered all the ugly parts of you; the kind of kiss that made you stop breathing; the kind of kiss that showed you what magic was; it was the kind of kiss that made you fall in love.
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Someone Loves You
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Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: about 1,500
Warnings: drinking, cheating 
Square filled: Bed sharing for @marvelfluffbingo and @star-spangled-bingo
A/N: Hiya guys, gals and non-binary pals! This was for bed sharing but then things got away from me and honestly, I’m bad at prompts. Clearly. Anyway! I hope you enjoy! Links are in my bio. 
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“I hate him,” you grumbled as you flopped onto Bucky’s couch, throwing your legs into his lap and almost knocking the book out of his hands in the process. “I really, really hate him.” 
“Him as in your boyfriend him?” Bucky asked, still reading. 
“That would be the him I’m referring to, yes.” 
“What did he do this time?” 
“Canceled, again. We were supposed to go out tonight, but there’s some March Madness something or other happening, so he took a rain check,” you explained. 
“When was the last time he didn’t take a rain check?” Bucky mumbled to himself. 
“What was that?” you asked, sitting up slightly to look at him. 
“Nothing,” Bucky lied. 
“Okay, can we hang out tonight? I don’t really wanna wallow in self-pity all night.”
Bucky looked up from his book, “Of course bud. You’re always welcome here.”
“Can you also decide what we’re gonna do tonight?” you said with a charming smile. 
“Course.”
“Awesome! You think while I grab a beer,” you declared, getting up from the couch. 
Bucky watched you walk into his kitchen, quickly making yourself at home. By now, his apartment was almost a second home to you . You came here at least twice a week, usually more. He thought about your boyfriend, Jake. Bucky never understood how he could treat someone like you so poorly, or why you stayed around and put up with it. Anyone that knew you could see that you deserved so much better, and it was clear that Bucky wanted nothing more than the chance to give you just that. 
The two of you met your freshman year of college and became instant friends. Now, two years out of college and into the adult world, little had changed between the two of you. Bucky always wanted something more but never knew how to bring it up because you never seemed interested.You dated a few guys here and there, always maintaining your friendship with Bucky, and if that was all he could have with you, he was okay with that. You both cheered each other on and offered a shoulder to cry on when things didn’t work out. 
You walked back into his living room, beer in hand and eyebrows raised, silently asking if he had a plan for the two of you yet. 
“Alright, here’s my masterplan,” he began. “We order Chinese food, we drink beers, we watch Brooklyn 99, and  when you inevitably beg to watch one more episode but fall asleep ten minutes in, we have a sleepover.” 
You threw your head back and laughed at how well he knew you. 
“That sounds absolutely fabulous,” you said, taking your phone from your back pocket and opening up the delivery app to get started on your order. You sat down next to Bucky on his couch and leaned your head on his shoulder as you scrolled through your options. 
“I do have one adjustment to your plan, though your participation is not required,” you added. 
“What’s the adjustment?” 
“I am going to drink tequila until I can’t feel my face or remember how mad I am at Jake.” 
Two hours and half a tequila bottle later, you were well on your way to your goal. Half empty takeout containers were scattered on Bucky’s coffee table, and Brooklyn 99 played in the background. You downed another shot and looked at Bucky. 
“Why don’t you have a lady of your own Buck?” 
“Because you’re my lady,” he said hoping to make you drop the subject. 
Unfortunately, you weren’t so easily distracted. 
“No, I'm serious Buck! C’mon, there’s gotta be at least one girl that you like?” 
“Yeah… there is this girl. I don’t think she’d ever like me back though.” 
“Who is she? You want me to kick her ass? Why wouldn’t she be into you?!” 
“She’s just… she’s perfect. Funny and brilliant. Absolutely stunning even when she thinks she looks like trash. She lights up rooms when she walks into them. She’s everything.” 
You tried to ignore the pang in your heart when you realized that Bucky was interested in someone else. You had always thought Bucky was incredible, but he never showed any interest in dating you, so you dropped it quickly- you didn’t want to ruin a fantastic friendship for something that would never happen. 
“Don’t sell yourself short Buck. You’re more incredible than you’ll ever give yourself credit for,” you said with a smile. 
Bucky returned your smile but didn’t say anything more, so you dropped the subject. You turned your attention back to the TV when you felt your phone buzz. You took it out of your pocket and looked at the text; it was from your friend Jenna. 
Jenna: Hey... I dunno how to ask you this
Y/N: Ask me what? 
Jenna: Are you and Jake still together? 
Y/N: Yeah… why? 
Jenna: I’m at the bar, and he’s here with some girl. 
Jenna: I’m so sorry. 
With the last text, there was a picture attached. You could clearly see a girl pressed up against your boyfriend. Tears instantly filled your eyes. Bucky heard you sniffle and looked over at you. 
“Hey. Hey, what’s wrong?” he said, turning on the couch to face you completely. 
Instead of answering him, you just handed over your phone. 
“That son of a bitch,” Bucky growled. 
“What did I do Bucky?” you whispered. “What did I do to make this happen? Why did he do this?” 
“No, no. None of that,” Bucky said pulling you into his arms. “You didn’t do a damn thing to deserve this. You are the most incredible person I’ve ever know. You don’t deserve this at all doll.” 
You nodded and buried your face into his neck. 
“Can I stay here tonight?” you asked quietly. 
“Of course you can. You wanna go to bed now? Sleep some of this off?” 
You nodded silently, lost in your own head. 
Bucky didn’t waste any time, getting up off the couch and quickly scooping you into his arms and carrying you into his bedroom. He sat you down on the bed and rushed around his room, handing you one of his tee shirts and a pair of shorts you had left there. He turned around as you changed quickly, waiting until you settled in his bed under the covers to say goodnight. 
“Okay well, I’ll be on the couch if you need anything, okay doll?” 
Before Bucky could leave, you grabbed his wrist. 
“I know this is weird but… I don’t wanna be alone tonight. Will you stay with me?” 
“Of course I will,” he said, turning back towards the bed after only a moment’s hesitation. 
He quickly rid himself of his clothes, throwing on a tee shirt and plaid PJ pants before sliding into the bed next to you. You instantly shuffled closer to him, snuggling up to his side and throwing your leg over his. 
“Is this okay?” you asked quietly. 
“Yeah,” he mumbled, shifting slightly. “This is perfect.” 
You laid on Bucky’s shoulder and let yourself cry for 20 minutes until you were finally tired enough to fall asleep. The entire time Bucky rubbed his hand up and down your back while whispering quiet reassurances to you. When your breathing finally evened out and your tears stopped, Bucky looked down at you and kissed your head. He decided then and there that he was gonna tell you how he felt. If you didn’t feel the same way, then so be it, but he had to let you know someone loved you. 
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It took Bucky a month after that night. He wanted to give you time to start to get over Jake, but he couldn’t stand seeing you mope around anymore, doubting yourself at every turn. 
Bucky knocked on the door of your apartment one afternoon after you had texted him that you weren’t up for coming over to his place that night. You swung open the door, looking slightly disheveled. 
“Buck? What are you doing here?” 
“I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?” 
“Yeah, sure,” you said, moving aside to let him in. 
You walked into your kitchen and leaned against the counter. Bucky shifted his weight from foot to foot looking nervous. 
“Is everything okay?” you asked. 
“Yeah, yeah. I just… remember the night you found out about Jake?” 
“Can we please not relive that?” you groaned. 
“Yeah, it’s just… that night you asked me if there was anyone I was interested in,”
“Yes and you described an angel on earth,” you snapped, cutting him off. “Is there a point to this Bucky? I don’t really wanna hear about the perfect woman right now.” 
“It’s you!” he blurted out. 
“What?” you questioned, searching his face for an answer. 
“It’s you,” he repeated taking a deep breath. “I can’t watch this happen to you. You’re walking around here doubting every part of who you are and blaming yourself. But doll, you are not to blame. Because you are a beautiful, brilliant, kind, hilarious human being who I am completely, undoubtedly in love with. Maybe you don’t feel the same, and that’s okay—” 
“I do,” you said quickly, cutting him off. “I do feel the same way.” 
“Really?” Bucky questioned, not expecting your reaction. 
“Yeah I just… didn’t think you’d want to be with me,” you mumbled. 
“I want everything with you,” Bucky said, taking your hand. “Can I take you on a date tomorrow? Like a real dinner date, not just takeout in my apartment.” 
“That would be lovely Bucky,” you said with a smile. 
“Hey,” Bucky said with a grin. “There’s that smile, I’ve missed it ya know.” 
“Yeah,” you replied. “Me too.” 
“Now c’mon,” he said, taking your hand in his and leading you to your couch. “You owe me an episode of Brooklyn 99.” 
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angelicthor · 5 years
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hand work
lance tucker’s sex coaching: part 2
pairing: lance tucker x reader
summary: after your only ever boyfriend decides its time to call it quits, you’re very reluctant to get back out into the dating game. Especially with your inexperience in the bedroom. But when your roommate and best friend Lance Tucker offers you sex lessons, who are you to say deny such an opportunity?
warnings: +18 only, smut
masterlist | lance tucker’s sex coaching masterlist
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After your first lesson you thought things would become awkward between you and Lance – I mean how could they not? You’d masturbated in front of your best friend and he’d done exactly the same and you were just supposed to go back to normal? But that’s exactly what happened.
Lance had been right, there was nothing strange about any of it; when you had both collapsed next to each other still naked and coming down from your highs, you had both talked and laughed about your day as if you were lounging on the couch like you did every night. Lance complained about his new student’s mother who was breathing down his neck every chance she got, and you told him the latest gossip from your work, neither of you even bothering to cover your bare forms from each other.
Once fatigue began to set in you bid Lance goodnight and made your way back your bed, knowing that it would be crossing whatever lines were left in your friendship if you were to sleep in his bed together.
When you woke the next the morning you were well-rested and still smiling from the night before, you found Lance already eating breakfast in the kitchen and the day started just like any other, the two of you talking about your plans as you sipped on your coffee.
Just as you made your way to the front door, you heard Lance call out for you, turning your head over your shoulder only to be met with a smug smirk playing on his lips.
“Tonight we’ll be practising your handwork darlin’,” Lance quipped before bringing his mug to his lips, bright mischievous eyes pinning you where you stood.
Your eyes widened as heat flooded your cheeks, turning on your heel as you bolted from the apartment. You had no idea why you were so embarrassed by the reminder of what you were doing, it wasn’t as if you had changed your mind or anything, but the fact that Lance was so brazen about it – in typical Lance fashion – just seemed to make you nervous.
All day your mind was occupied with thoughts of Lance, his parting words running on a loop and as much as they had caused you to freeze on the spot before fleeing, you couldn’t deny the excitement they caused in you as well.
Unlike the night before, you opened the door to your apartment eager to begin your lesson with Lance, smiling at the sound of his singing coming from the kitchen. Leaning in the doorway, you watched with an amused smile as Lance danced about the kitchen, dramatically seasoning the chicken breasts in front of him, completely unaware that you were right behind him thanks to the headphones resting over his ears.
Your laughter went unchecked as Lance continued his little dance around the kitchen and you didn’t have any desire to stop him; watching the infamous hard-ass Coach Tucker let loose was a rare sight, even for his best friend. It of course had nothing to do with the fact that he was shirtless and the sweats he was wearing clung to his ass like a second skin.
Nope, nothing to do with that at all.
Spinning on the spot as he sang into his fork, Lance gave the performance of his life before he opened his eyes, seeing you immediately as he let out a high-pitched scream, dropping the fork to the floor as he whipped the headphones off his head, eyes wide as a bright blush painted his cheeks.
“Jesus Christ Y/N!” Lance exclaimed before a sheepish look crossed his face, hand scratching at the back of his head as he avoided your gaze, “So, uh, how long have you been standing there?”
“Oh, I don’t know, since about Take on Me?” You teased, watching as his furious blush consumed his face all the way to the tips of his ears.
Snorting out a laugh, you shook your head at the man frozen in embarrassment in front of you, “You may want to close that jaw of yours Tuck, if the wind changes you’ll be stuck like that.”
You helped Lance dish up and the both of you ate in comfortable silence, moving to the couch once you had finished watching Brooklyn-99 reruns and chatting about all the meaningless bullshit the day gave you.
Although you had been looking forward to acting on Lance’s parting words that morning, you were sure as hell not disappointed in how the night had gone so far and you figured that Lance had never had a brighter idea then when he suggested this; you didn’t feel like you’d lost your best friend in the slightest and you were already eager to learn all that you could from the self-proclaimed sex god.
Once the episode you were watching had finished you told Lance you were going to head to for a shower, getting a noncommittal nod as answer before you made your way to your room, stripping of your clothes and heading towards the adjacent bathroom.
The steady spray of water soothed your muscles and the soapy lather of your favourite body wash cleansed the stress of the day away. Turning off the shower, you pat yourself dry with the fluffy towel you brought in before wrapping it around your chest, flicking the light off as you made your way back to your room.
Heading to your drawers to pull out fresh pyjamas, you let out a startled screech when Lance’s voice sounded from your bed, head snapping in his direction to see him lounging back against the pillows with a cocksure grin on his face.
“So darlin’, you ready for your next lesson?”
“Christ Lance! Yeah, just-just let me get changed,” You stuttered, turning away from him to rummage through your drawers to try and hide your sudden nerves.
You never heard Lance leave the bed or his footsteps as he approached you, the pounding of your heart in your ears drowning out all other sounds but you did feel his chest pressed against your back, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder, breath tickling the skin of your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Why bother getting dressed when you’re only gonna take it all off again Y/N?” His raspy voice murmured sending shivers down your spine as your breathing quickened.
Lance’s hands leisurely travelled up from your waist to your breasts, squeezing them in his hands before his fingers trailed over the top of your towel, slowly tugging it from your body and letting it pool at your feet.
You turned in his hands, hesitantly resting your hands on his bare chest as you steadied yourself, peering up at him with uncertain eyes. “Relax Y/N,” Lance breathed out, one of his hands moving to cradle your cheek, thumb softly stroking the skin as your eyes fluttered shut at the contact, “You have nothing to be self-conscious about.”
His lips met yours in a tentative kiss, hand clasping the back of your neck as he deepened it, tongue exploring your mouth whilst his hands trailed down your sides, hooking under your thighs and hoisting you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he walked you to the bed.
Laying you down on the bed, Lance slowly crawled over you kissing up your neck until his lips ghosted over yours. “Fucking beautiful,” He whispered, lips grazing yours with every word he uttered before he was once again devouring your mouth with his.
Lance’s hips rutted into yours, his hardening length pressing against the cotton of his sweats as your hands explored the rippling muscles of his bare back, moaning as the clothed head of his cock nudged against your clit with every roll of hips.
“Are you ready?” Lance asked with a strained voice, his arousal pressing firmly against you and you could only nod in response, something which wasn’t good enough for Lance, “Words baby, I need words.”
“Yeah, yes – I’m ready Lance.”
Rolling off you Lance lay by your side, shuffling his sweats and boxers down his legs and kicking them to the floor, leaving him as naked as you, his cock hard and resting heavy against his abs, your eyes drawn to the angry red head before shooting up to his own that were shinning with his typical Lance Tucker cockiness.
“So handjobs; a lot of people think they ‘outgrow’ handjobs but that’s bullshit, it’s a solid skill to have.”
You nodded as Lance spoke, kneeling between his legs hands resting on your knees as you waited for your instructions.
“First things first; lube. Everything in sex is a lot like that song in The Little Mermaid, you know: ‘darling its better down where its wetter’ - lube makes for a more pleasurable experience for everyone.”
“Can you not defile my childhood whilst we do this please?” You choked, shaking your head at Lance’s antics, the smile on your face showing that you weren’t really annoyed.
Lance grinned as he reached for the lube he had placed on the bedside table – his shirtless figure distracting enough that you never even noticed it – popping open the cap and squirting a generous dollop in the palm of your hand before placing it back on the side.
You wrapped your hand around the base of Lance’s cock, revealing in the gasp that it drew from the man beneath you as you coated his cock in the cold lube, “S-Second thing to consider is grip, it’s normally either too loose or too tight but everyone’s different so you have to figure it out with them – start out like that and gradually tighten your grip around their dick, watch for their reaction and – oh fuck.”  
You followed Lance’s instructions, closing your hand tighter around his cock until he was cut off by his own moans, eyes clenching shut as he let out a guttural moan, head thrown back against the pillows as the tendons in his neck strained against the skin of his throat.
“Yeah - yeah, just like that baby,” Lance praised you breathily, chest rising and falling with his harsh pants, “Don’t be afraid to use both hands Y/N, you can use both of them to pump or use one to cradle his balls whilst the other co- shit, shit, shit.”
Lance’s hips jolted from the bed when your free hand moved to cusp his balls, gently fondling his sensitive sack, the sight of Lance thrusting into your first causing heat to spread throughout your body, pussy throbbing with need as your thighs clenched together for some slight relief.
“Tip,” Lance choked out and you furrowed your brows in confusion at the strange demand, “The tip is- is the most sensitive part. Don’t ignore it.”
You could tell Lance was close by the way the vein on the underside of his cock pulsed against your hand, his hips steadily rutting off the bed as you brought him closer and closer to his end, unable to form sentences as his mind was overrun with dizzying euphoria. Trying to utilise all the advice Lance had given you, you moved your hand up Lance’s shaft and over the head of his cock, twisting your hand over the tip before moving back down, repeating the action when you heard the muttered curses falling from lips.
A few more jerks of your hand along Lance’s cock and he was falling apart under your touch with a groan, your name falling from his lips like a prayer as his cum shot out coating his stomach whilst some dribbled down your hand. Knowing how sensitive he was in that moment you slowly detached your hands from him, watching with a pleased smirk as he lay spent on the bed, eyes screwed shut as his harsh breathes broke the silence of the room.  
“So,” You dragged out in a self-satisfied tone, “Did I do well?”
Lance cracked one eye open to stare at you, a disbelieving chuckle erupting from him as his hands moved to cover his eyes, dragging them down his face before he propped himself up on his elbows.
“Yeah - ‘well’ - you could definitely say you did well Y/N,” Lance laughed as he got up from the bed, heading over to the discarded towel on the floor to clean himself of his cum. “When fuckface told you that you were bad in bed, you sure he wasn’t talking about the mistress?”
Your giggle quickly turned into a startled squeak when Lance grabbed your ankle and pulled your leg from under your, your body moving down the bed slightly with the force.
“Your turn Kitten,” Lance told you, voice husky as he leered down at your wide eyes.
“Wh-what? I thought that you were just showing me what to do?” You stuttered, confused as to what was happening, when Lance had proposed this arrangement you had only thought that he would be demonstrating what you should be doing, you never thought he would reciprocate like this.
“Well that hardly seems fair to you, besides; I’ve gotta show you how it’s supposed to be done ‘cause something tells me you were dating some two-pump chump dumbass who had zero clue what he was doing,” Lance leaned over you, propping himself up on his arms beside your head with minimal effort, fingertips trailing over your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear noticing how nervous you still looked. “We don’t have to do this you know? Just tell me if its too much and you want to stop, ok?”
You swallowed against the lump forming in your throat, slowly nodding your head as you tried to calm your erratic heartbeat, nodding your head in consent giving a shaky ‘ok’ in response before Lance’s lips met yours once more, stealing your breath in a gentle kiss.
The feather-light feeling of fingertips dancing over the dips of your hips caused a gasp to tear from you, Lance wasting no time in peppering kisses down your exposed column of your neck and you could feel his smirk as he travelled south towards your heaving chest.
Your legs automatically parted as Lance’s fingers trailed down to your dripping cunt, dipping between your folds to stroke from your opening to your clit, using the wetness gathered on his finger to circle your swollen nub, your hips jerking from the bed at the sudden burst of pleasure that shot through your nerves.
“Oh, Lance,” You moaned, hands fisting the sheets beneath you as he suckled on your nipple, circling your clit in time with his tongue on your breast, your back arching to push yourself further into him.
Lance removed his mouth from you with a lewd pop, darkened eyes staring up at you to watch your face contort in bliss as he slipped a single finger into you, opening you up for another before he began to curl them against the front wall of your pussy, searching for your g-spot and grinning wildly when he found it.
“There you go kitten, just relax, I got ya,” Lance crooned in your ear, thumb moving to pay attention to your neglected clit as his fingers moved inside you like the pedals of a bike, fingers moving in perfect synchrony as he brought you closer and closer to completion.
The sound of your moans caused something unfamiliar to stir in Lance, something akin to arousal but much stronger, different in a way he simply couldn’t place but the way you moaned his name in such a wanton tone, the desperation lining every letter had him vowing that you would do it again before all this was over.  
One of your hands shot down to grasp Lance’s wrist, not moving his hand but clawing at him like he was the only thing holding you together, nails digging in so deep the only rational part of your brain left feared that you may have drawn blood.
The pressure in your stomach build, body shaking as moans and curses fell unfiltered from your mouth before exhilaration erupted within you, your body seizing up as you came violently on Lance’s fingers, wetness coating your thighs as your mind was lost to the heavens.
Lance slowly withdrew his fingers from your pulsing pussy, careful not to jostle your sensitive cunt as he stared down at your exhausted form with a slack jaw.
“Holy fuck,” Lance muttered, a look of awe crossing his features as he lay down beside you, pulling you into his arms and stroking your back as your focus returned to you, “Have fun Kitten?”
A dopey smile played at your lips as you sluggishly nodded your head in answer snuggling closer to Lance as you did. You had no idea what he had done but it felt as if Lance had personally escorted you to the pearly gates of heaven with that orgasm and your body was still recovering from it.
Lance snorted and without even looking you knew he had an arrogant grin on his face, “I’ll say, I mean you did squirt.”
Your head shot up from where it was resting on Lance’s chest as his words finally registered with you, staring down at him speechless as he sure enough gave you a shit-eating grin, clearly very proud of himself for such an accomplishment.
“Holy shit,” You whispered before raucous laughter spewed from the both of you, sides hurting as you collapsed down beside him once more, tears streaming down your cheeks as you both rolled around on the bed in your amusement.
“Well,” You mused, “I’ve never done that before.”
You could have sworn you saw a flash of something dark in Lance’s eyes before he rolled on top of you, breath hitching in your throat as he fixed you with a smouldering stare.
“Oh, but you will be doing it again Kitten.”
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harryhubba · 5 years
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baby
Y/N is feeling a little needy after Shawn being away for so long.
warnings: random smut that came out of nowhere, not proofread but ENJOY!
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Y/N isn’t usually very needy. She tends to enjoy her personal space and likes to be independent, just like she was brought up to be. It’s not that she doesn’t love to be touching Shawn, that’s far from it, it’s just she likes to be alone sometimes too. Shawn, on the other hand, can be needy, definitely, so she tends to leave it up to him. He’d be the one to initiate cuddling, wrapping his arm around her waist when they wait in line or giving her a peck on the cheek when he feels like it. It’s something Y/N adores, basks in the little forms of affection he gives and lets it brighten her day.
But recently, Y/N’s been feeling a bit off. She’s not quite sure if she’s getting ill, or if she’s just tired and worn out, but something’s not right and it hasn’t been all week. With 3 finals, an essay due, and work each night it isn’t a surprise she’s been feeling a little cloudy. Mind isn’t quite right and a hollow feeling in her chest. It’s only amplified with the absence of Shawn out on his last week of the tour. He’s not there to stop her from overworking, make sure she’s eating or get her to step outside for a break.
He has, to be fair, been the most attentive despite this. Her phone’s been flooded with texts and calls. Midday pick me ups with ‘How’re you going now, honey? Get past that paper you were stuck on?” and videos of the cute puppy someone had brought to rehearsal with a million love hearts and emojis attached. And each night, once she’s gotten home from work on the brink of sleep (and he’s just waking up somewhere exotic), she gets in bed listening to his syrup like voice as he tells her about his previous day. Sometimes she manages to tell him about something interesting of her own - although it’s usually just a new drink she found at her favourite cafe, or how someone offered her a cat-shaped pen when hers ran out of ink. Most of the time she’s too sleepy to stay awake to tell him this.
But now Shawn is back from tour, and the feeling in Y/N’s chest is wobbly and she’s confused and almost wants to cry. She’s been somewhat on the verge of it all day.
She’s sure Shawn has noticed too. Wanting to spend the whole day with her, insisting to pick her up from her last final and asking if she needed anything. Tea? Chocolate? Maybe some cuddles?
“Honeyyyy” He’d whine, “Just sit down with me for a minute, okay? Jus’ five, baby, you can spare five, right?” And that evening she did. She spared five minutes, and then another five minutes, until she was all but on top of him on the couch, covered in an overly fluffy blanket despite and watching the snow that started to fall over Toronto. Shawn was engrossed in his Brooklyn 99 episode (which he wouldn’t admit he was addicted to since she introduced it to him), his shoulders moving underneath her when the sitcom made a joke.
Y/N, however, were focused on something very different. It seemed that the closer she got to Shawn, the more the feeling in her chest intensified and the more she felt the need to be even closer. It was like his cologne was taunting her, and the feeling of his broad shoulders underneath her were fire against her body, and the skin of his neck was only begging her to be kissed.
So she did. Despite his interest in the show, she lifted her head from where it rested on his shoulder to attach her lips to the soft on his neck. When he didn’t stir from his focus, she pressed another. And another. And soon she lifted her hand to the other side of his neck to steady herself.
“Mmm. What’re you doing, honey?” His head drops a little to get a look at her, a cute little double chin making an appearance.
She hums in response, without a second thought, and moves so she’s kneeling next to him, trailing kisses down his neck to his collarbone. She revels in the groan he lets out as his head falls back against the couch.
“Tryna distract me then?” He murmurs. She whines he attaches a hand on her waist to maneuver her to straddle him, causing her to pull off from his neck and let him shuffle her around.
When she plops down with one leg on either side of his, one hand slides through his hair as the other trails to the bottom of his tee shirt - wasting no time in leaning back to kiss over his neck. Her fingers tug at the bottom of his shirt, little noises escaping her lips when he doesn’t move to get it off.
Although he wasn’t complaining, her urgency was sudden and unexplained. He can’t remember the last time she initiated something like this so out of the blue.
“Hey, hey, hey,” A hand grips her wrist from the bottom of his shirt, taking the wrist on his neck with his other, pulling her away from him. He wants to laugh at the way her bottom lip is jutted forward, completely unintentionally, giving him puppy dog eyes without even trying.
“What’s going on, hmm?” He asks, gripping her wrists in one hand between their two bodies, the other moving to hold her jaw, his thumb tracing over her lips. “You feeling needy? Are you still stressed?”
Y/N only nods, little puffs of breaths leaving her lips. Shawn tilts his head to the side, eyes scanning over her face. He doesn’t seem convinced. The way he looks at her is intimidating, to say the least, but in the best way possible. Makes her want to pull him forward rather than cower away from his eyes.
“You’re stressed in another way, though, aren’t you?”
“You haven’t, you know…” She trails off, not knowing how to put her words together or sound too desperate. Shawn can see the way it clicks in Y/N’s eyes. She hadn’t, herself, realised what had been making her feel so strange until he brought it to light. She was missing him, in more ways than she thought.
“Haven’t touched you like you want? Made you whimper for me?” He asks, watching the way she squirms in his lap at his words. He leans in towards her, his hand cupped under her jaw to tilt her lips to his.
“M’sorry, angel. Need to treat you right, don’t I?” He whispers, drawing his pink lips across her bottom one tormentingly, the corner of his lip pulls up at the way her back arches into his chest and she opens her mouth into his. Pulling away before she can press their lips together, he chuckles at how Y/N’s face falls and her arms try to move to him albeit being restricted by his own.
Only a second passes before Y/N leans back in, covering his mouth with a kiss. It’s soft at first, but aggressive as Shawn takes charge. Her lips still taste of the sweet, rich and buttery chocolate he had gotten her and he nibbles before swiping his tongue over it. Her mouth opens and he pulls her closer by a hand on her back.
Her fingers try to grip onto his hand that holds her wrists, and the way her body elongates against his makes him groan.
“What’s wrong with you, huh?” He questions, his pants plumping with the way her body leans pliant against his. “You want something? Use yours words then.” ? Use your words then.”
There’s a pregnant pause. Shawn’s eyes bore into Y/N’s, his eyebrows perched high on his forehead, while Y/N’s flicker around the room avoiding his. Y/N, really, is thinking so many things at once yet also nothing at all. She has noticed, however, the bulge that presses against her core below her, refusing to be ignored - and she wants nothing more than to grind down against it but she knows that wouldn’t end well with Shawn. A quiet yelp escapes her when he gives a gentle pinch with one hand against her hip, making her eyes flicker back up to his.
“I want… want you to…” He encourages her on with a nod of his head and a stroke over her hip. “...want you, daddy.”
Her words make him shiver - and he feels himself blurt in his boxers. “Baby-” He lets go of her wrists and pulls her shirt up, her hair ruffling up with the movement of it all, “It’s that kind of night, ey?”
When all she can do is look at him with wide, needy eyes, he leans back against the cushions.
“Lie down for me on the couch,” he speaks softly but she doesn’t listen, running her now free hands up his chest. He pinches at her hip again, harder in warning. “I said on the couch, didn’t I?”
He waits for her to lie down against the other end of the couch before moving himself, gripping her thighs and spreading them open so he can lie between them. Her skin prickles with anticipation when he places abandoned kisses on her calves, her knees, her thighs. Shawn listens to her short puffs of breath as warm puffs of his own flush over her upper thighs. He almost wants to make her wait even longer, keep her need for him since it happens so rarely.
“That’s right, open up for me, honey,” He says, hooking his hands under her thighs to move her docile legs further apart for him. She’s like putty in his hands and he can see her fingers itching to touch him from where they rest. She contemplates reaching her hands down, twining them through his hair and tugging - he likes that, she’s sure of it, but she doesn’t know whether it will make him angry and going without him for the evening would make her cry, she thinks.
“Daddy, please-” She says softly, instead. With a groan, Shawn dips his fingers into her shorts and underwear, helping her tug them down her legs. Within seconds, he’s pressing open mouth kisses on her inner thighs, lulling his tongue over the sensitive skin right outside her mound. Even with having done this so many times, Y/N always forgets the vulnerability in Shawn seeing her this way, and for a second she wants to close her legs on him. It’s when he murmurs a “pretty” against her and he gives one long, gentle sweep up the middle of her slit, that her thoughts turn into clouds and all she can focus on is the feeling of his mouth on her.
He moves a little lower, giving little kitten licks just below her clit until she’s whining into the air. Her thighs shake and threaten to close despite his hands when his eyes hold her own and he puckers his lips over her most sensitive point, “Uh-uh,” he says sternly against her, “I’m just giving you what you wanted, aren’t I?”
Looking up at her and seeing how fucked out she looks already; lips swollen and bitten and eyes blown under the glow of the lights in his living room - he decides he can’t wait anymore. Greedily, he licks into her, her lips spreading beneath his tongue before he reaches her clit again. He releases one of her legs and uses his fingers to spread the two lips apart, sucking on the bud until he feels her thighs twitch once more. He runs the pearl under his tongue, attacking it hungrily.
He loves the noises she makes - moans, whines, whimpers, and mewls. She had never made these noises before she met Shawn, just took herself to be the quiet type in bed. But here she was making noises she’d never dreamed of making in front of anyone before. Almost thinks it’s too much when he slides one finger into her. He lets her adjust for a moment, distracting her with his attention on her clit before he pulls it out and sneaks his middle finger in beside it.
And Jesus - he groans against her - she’s tight. Like he’s never fucked her out with his cock before. He has to rut against the couch at the feeling. He’s barely had his fingers in her for a few seconds before she’s whithering beneath him, practically dripping on his fingers as they slide in knuckle deep. He knows they feel good - they’re long and thick, at least according to the number of fans who praise him for it, and he can reach all the spots she can’t.
“So tight for me, baby, been too long since I’ve stretched out your cunt,”
Only has to press against that spot inside her and tongue at her clit once more before she’s warning him, “M’gna cum, S-shawn,” Y/N hasn’t felt this way in so long. Her own fingers can only do so much, and nothing compared to what Shawn can do. It’s like he knows her body better than she does herself, puts so much warmth and fervor into it, like he has a hunger for it, that she just can’t compare.
It’s like she can’t breath when she lets out “S-Shawn, please, I’m g’na-”, he gives one last lick with his tongue before she’s crumbling beneath him, her body tensing and her hands flying to grip his hair. She cries out into the air before she’s pulsing, milking his fingers, and he’s reminded of the throbbing in his own boxers.
He isn’t fussed though - waits till she’s calmed down before he pulls his fingers out, ignores her cringing at the feeling, and sucks them clean with a hum. He crawls over top of her from his place between her thighs, digging his head into the space between her shoulder and neck and drops down on top of her.
When she giggles and pushes him away, he leans up to look at her. She has a dazed smile on her face, looks so relaxed and sleepy but glows as she looks at him. With a grin, he pecks her on the mouth once.
“Was that just your way of telling me to not go away for so long?
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petersshirts · 5 years
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New Years Eve | tom holland
pairing: tom holland x reader
summary: you have a big night out planned on new years eve, but when you get sick, your roommate decides to have a little party, just the two of you
warnings: none
words: 2,2 k of coughs, hidden feelings and kisses
A/N: Since this is the last day of 2018, I wanted to post a little fluff for you guys to make you smile and end this year with a good thought! If you’re already in 2019, I wish you a happy new year and to the once who are still in 2018, I hope you will celebrate with your loved ones and have a wonderful start into 2019! I love you all a lot and I’m so happy that you like my stuff and I would love some feedback! xx
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„Hey Y/N, do you know where my…?“ Tom walked into your bedroom to hopefully get your help for his search for his tie, but when he saw your form covered in blankets, he stopped. You slowly opened your eyes at his voice, trying to find out what time it was. Tom furrowed his brows and walked even closer, noticing that you were really pale and sweat was rolling down your forehead.
„Are you okay?“ Tom mumbled worried, not really understanding what was going on. For the last few days, you had been completely fine, but at this moment, you looked really sick. Worry started to cloud his mind and he sat down on the side of the bed and stroked your hand to get your attention.
„Hm, I don’t feel so good.“ you groaned, your throat hurting by talking only a few words. Your head was aching from the pain and you were shivering, indicating that you were getting a fever. „Oh Boo,“ Tom mumbled, pushing all his questions in the back of his mind, pouting up to you. You managed to send him a small smile but when you remembered that you had big plans for tonight, a frown replaced the grin.
Tom had talked about this night for the last two weeks and you knew how much this meant to your roommate. It was New Years’ Eve and Tom got an invitation to a fancy dinner from the Russo brothers with a big After Party to celebrate the New Year. He had asked you to be his plus one and you had happily agreed, knowing how much this meant to him. And for the last two weeks, he didn’t stop talking about this night. A lot of the Avengers cast was also attending and Tom was so excited for you to meet them all.
But now here you were, on the one day you couldn’t be sick, and you felt like you couldn’t even get out of the bed. You were so tired and just wanted to go back to your dreams and sleep the sickness away. And avoid Toms’ sad eyes that watched you curiously.
„Can I get you anything? Maybe a camomile tea and some painkillers?“ You just nodded and smiled at him, not knowing how you deserved such a nice best friend. Tom just nodded and left the room on the mission to find everything that could help you feel better. When he came back, with a huge tray with a mug, some chocolate and tablets, the tension as thick in the room. Both of you knew that you needed to talk about tonight, but you just didn’t want to take all his happiness away.
He watched you while you took the painkillers and sipped on your tea, trying to find the right words. „So, you don’t think you can go tonight, do you?“ His words were quiet, scared that you would think he would be angry that you couldn’t go. You frowned and looked at him, a tear threatening to fall. „I’m sorry, T.“ you croaked, „I’m too sick for going out but you will have a nice time without me, I hope Anthony and Sebastian won’t hit you too hard.“ Tom let out a laugh but shook his head, not ready for those two men to tease him all night long.
He had never thought about going to this alone - he wanted you by his side, smiling and shaking hands and talk easily to strangers you had only seen on the tv screen. Tom had always been the more shy one and with you, it always seemed so easy with you. But when you were not going, what would he do? Just stand in a corner and wait till the night was over? And who would he hug at midnight? For the last few years, there had always been you by his side when you counted down the seconds to the new year. And without you, it was just not the right start. Especially because he kinda planned to kiss you at 0:00, but he obviously couldn’t do that now.
„I’m staying here with you.“ The words left his mouth before his mind could process what he was doing. But he knew that it was right; he would much rather spend this night in bed with you than alone in a fancy restaurant with people he liked but just wasn’t that close to. Your eyes widened, clueless why he didn’t want to go to the event he had been talking about for two weeks. This was his work, his life and you were just his sick roommate.
„No, no! You wanted to go so badly to this, please don’t stay at home because of me!“ Tom grinned and shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t even feel sad that he was staying here with you. You were a much better company, sick or not.
„I wanted to go because I was going with you. And without you, everything is just boring,“ he mumbled shyly, showing a bit more of what he was feeling. His heart was beating quicker when you looked into his eye, trying to find out what he was trying to tell you. But Tom just smiled and stood up. „I’m gonna text Robert and tell him that we’re not coming. And after that, do you wanna watch Spider-Man?“ He sent you a cheeky grin and you just shook your head, used to him always wanting to watch his own movie.
Since it was only the afternoon, the two of you watched a few movies in your bed and ordered take-out. Tom completely forgot about the planned evening and the upcoming new year; if you were by his side, he didn’t care about anything else. But sometimes he wished, that you could be more than best friends and roommates. He was just way too scared of rejection to say anything. All he did was stare at you when you were not looking, admiring you doing literally anything.
But being here for you at this moment was enough. Caring for you and making noodle soup always got him that smile of yours and with that, he felt content. As long as you were happy while not feeling your best, he was happy too.
At 9 pm, when another movie ended, Tom watched you trying to keep your eyes open. He chuckled, causing you to look up at him with furrowed eyebrows.
„What is it?“ you mumbled and pouted. Tom shook his head, trying to get it out of his head how much he wanted to kiss you. „Do you think that you can make it till midnight?“ You rolled your eyes, hating his teasing. „Yes of course!“ Tom laughed again, not sure if you would really make it. But it didn’t seem that important anymore.
Everyone always talked about how the new year would bring something better. But if Tom was honest, he had everything he wanted. He had a job he loved, awesome friends, and most importantly, he had you as his roommate and best friend. yes, he hoped that there would maybe be more between you in the next year, but he didn’t feel desperate. As long as you smiled at him and teased him like always, he was fine.
You fell asleep at 11 pm. Tom just grinned but didn’t dare to wake you up. The fever was still there and you were exhausted; he didn’t want to be the one to get you out of your sleep just to watch some fireworks out of the window and wish yourself a new year.
But when it came close to midnight, it felt a bit weird to Tom. He could hear the people outside on the street, getting the firework and the champagne ready while he was just sitting in your bed, watching another episode of Brooklyn-99. You were sleeping peacefully so he got up and walked to the living room to watch the firework from the window not to disturb you. he could wish himself a happy new year, that was something, right?
While he waited for the clock to strike 12, a weird feeling settled in his stomach. He didn’t regret not going to the dinner, but he also didn’t feel completely happy, all alone while you were sleeping. It was sad - he was 23, in the blooming year of his life and in the biggest night of the year where everyone celebrated, old and young, he was all alone in front of his window, waiting for the fireworks of other people.
Suddenly, fireworks started to erupt in the sky, indicating that the new year had begun. Tom just watched the colours in awe, feeling like a small kid again. But he was interrupted when he heard shuffling behind him and a small „Happy New Year, Tom.“
Tom turned around to see you slowly walk towards him covered in a big fluffy blanket. Your eyes looked tired but you smiled nonetheless. When you stood in front of him, Tom pulled you in a tight hug, despite your protest of getting him sick. Your scent was so familiar to him and he closed his eyes, wishing he could stay like this forever.
„I told you I could stay up.“ you grinned at him when Tom pulled back. His eyes wandered to your lips for a moment but he quickly averted his eyes back to yours, just smiling at your words. He hooked an arm around your shoulder and turned you towards the window so you could also watch the fireworks. The both of you just stood there for a few minutes, completely silent and just dwelling in your own thoughts.
„Thank you for staying here with me, T.“ you spoke up after a few minutes. You gazed up to him and smiled, trying to show him how much it meant to you. „No problem. I bet that the Pizza was way better than the five-course-dinner.“ You knew that he was just teasing you, but a guilty feeling settled in your stomach. You knew that you couldn’t change anything about your sickness, but you would have loved to meet all the people Tom worked with. And you also loved seeing him so happy.
You nudged his shoulder and just watched him, the slope of his nose, the way his curly strands of hair flopped on his forehead. He was so beautiful you sometimes wondered why there was still no girl by his side. But you also weren’t so sure what you would do if there was another girl in this apartment, taking your Tom away from you.
You had never really thought about your feelings for Tom, even though your heart fluttered every time you saw him. But he was your best friend and roommate - it would be very awkward if you would admit your feelings to him. It would end in big chaos, leaving the two of you as strangers.
The two of you had moved closer in the past minutes without realising, eyes fixated on each other. The thoughts of pushing your feelings away completely vanished and the need to kiss him grew bigger. And suddenly, his lips were on yours.
Tom moaned at the contact and softly pulled you closer. Your arms wandered to his neck and your lips moved softly, nothing too fiery, but wonderful. it felt like really coming home - like there had always been something right in front of you that you just couldn’t grasp. And now it was finally right in front of you.
You pulled back after a few seconds, realising that you were still sick and you had most likely infected him now too. „You’re gonna get sick,“ you mumbled hesitantly, even though you wished you could feel those lips on yours all over again.
Toms’ heart was beating out of his chest, not believing that he had finally kissed you. And when he saw that small smile on yours, he knew that you had liked it too. That maybe you liked him too?
„Hm, I don’t care,“ he mumbled back and with that, he kissed you again, trying to put all his feelings in that one kiss to show you that there was much more coming for the two of you in 2019.
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Best Television (Of the Things I Watched) 2018
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IndieWire's Liz Miller put together a staggering list of all the television shows that aired this year, excluding most reality and children's programming, to help narrow down top ten lists. If you would like to view it and despair, you may do so by clicking here.
Per her list there were o/a 554 shows on television this annum. Stare into the gaping void of that number, and let it, in turn, stare back into you. Of the television shows on this list, I have seen, at least one episode, of 136 of them. Although I am not a "professional" television "critic" who "gets paid" to give opinions, I am a "television professional" who also writes about it as an "amateur" "hobby". What I'm really trying to say here is that I have never seen an episode of The Americans.
But what I'm REALLY trying to say is that I watch a lot of TV, and work in TV, and love TV and have only seen 25% of the shows currently on television (and yes, I had to Google how to do that math). 25%! That's a quarter! That's an F- -, that is a paltry drip in this vast ocean of content. How is anyone supposed to keep up with that! The only thing I keep up with are the Kardashians, and that show isn't even included on the list of 554 shows!
And so with the disclaimer that any true distillation and subsequent ranking of the current landscape of television is, for all intents and purposes, impossible- I present to  you my picks for the best shows of 2018. Or perhaps more accurately ~*~my~*~ favorite shows, or the shows that brought me the most joy, or who managed to rise above the froth of the seething hoard of content, or shows I’d like you all to watch so we may talk about them. 
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Killing Eve - BBC America
Okay so forget everything I just said about the insurmountable tv landscape and the inability to make an accurate judgement of quality, because Killing Eve was the BEST show this year. Watching this show, the latest outing from Phoebe Waller-Bridge, felt like suddenly finding out you've been holding your breath your entire life and finally filling your lungs. Killing Eve is the show I have always wanted to watch, and yet could never have previously imagined being possible. It is a spy thriller that maintains a heady tension, it's a pitch black comedy, it's a love story, it's violent, it's stylish, it's sexy, and it's unapologetically female. I could write an entire blog about this show in regards to women's spaces, sexuality, violence, and the female gaze but there WAS other television this year that I GUESS you want to read about. Real quick: the music was amazing, the clothes were amazing, Jodie Comer has shamed all other psychopath performances, and Sandra Oh held this whole jumble together with a deeply grounded yet intimately vulnerable performance and that shit AIN'T EASY Y'ALL. Also this is on Hulu now....so....
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The Terror - AMC
I can say without question that The Terror is the most enjoyable show I've ever seen about men rotting to death on a boat. AMC did a terrible (lol) job of advertising this gem of a series based on an 800 page novel, which itself is based on a real (doomed) expedition to find the Northwest Passage. Yes, the The Terror is about all the ways men can die (many!), but it was also easily the most aesthetically beautiful series I watched this year. Sure, it was scary and there were zombie polar bears, but it also created a subtle unease as delicate as it was unsettling. The natural world is unforgiving and unknowable, but is it more dangerous than what lies in the hearts of men? (Free tagline for you AMC) Everyone slept on this show like they were dying of hypothermia.
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Queer Eye - Netflix
Imagine you're you, and you've had a really rough couple of years. I mean, the news is terrible, the planet is dying, and you're never going to be a homeowner. The only thing that brings you joy is lying listlessly on your couch playing cooking games on your phone and trying to pretend that you don't have to haul your corporeal form to work tomorrow. Suddenly, there is a knock on your (over-priced apartment's) door. Who could be visiting you here, at such an hour? Who is there left in the world that cares? You pull on a bathrobe and shuffle over, opening the door and blinking owlishly into outside world. Before you are five beautifully appointed men, they have gifts, salsa, bomber jackets, soft-silken hair,  their energy is non-threatening. They join you on the couch and you cry in their toned arms for hours, for days, for weeks. For the first time in a long time you think maybe humanity is worth saving after all.
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Sharp Objects - HBO
I have never fully boarded the Gillian Flynn train, my reaction to watching Gone Girl and reading Dark Places was "Oh...that's it?" So despite the creative heavy hitters (Marti Noxon, Marc-Jean Vallee, Amy Adams) attached, I had reservations about this HBO miniseries. On its surface Sharp Objects is another one of Flynn's lurid mysteries, but its on-screen adaptation created a fully realized world for this particular mystery to inhabit. A world that at turns felt stifling and magical, that oozed resentment, and pain, and fear. A world filled with women who had anger simmering under the skin, caught in their hands, trapped in their mouths. For once this wasn't a story where the twist was the final destination, but rather an inevitability of cruelty wrought on women by their world and by each other.
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The Good Place - NBC
Everything on this list so far has been new series. Maybe that's because newness is more interesting, or maybe it's because goodness is hard to sustain. However everyone's favorite philosophy comedy just seems to be getting better and better the longer it goes on, continuing to invent itself from season to season, and even episode to episode.  The Good Place is the only show that can make you a fan of Blake Bortles and also a genuinely better person.
Okay those were my five best shows of the year and now I'm tired. Here are some rapid fire honorable mentions!!!!
Honorable Mentions:
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Barry (HBO)- The season finale didn't stick the landing for me, but I can assure you Barry’s actor struggle was documentary-level. Cannot speak for hitman authenticity.....publicly...
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GLOW S2 (Netflix) - Improving on the promise of its first season, GLOW can sometimes be a bit messy in delivery but I admire their go big or go home attitude. This season dealt with workplace sexual harassment, parenthood, the AIDs crisis, race, and even had time for a lesbian dream ballet and an anti-kidnapping PSA. Betty Gilpin forever.
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Doctor Who (BBC America) - Jodie Whittaker is a sheer delight as the Doctor, and a breath of fresh air for the series. This new season has also taken the back-in-time episodes (always my fav) to a new level- I LEARNED STUFF.
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Aggretsuko (Netflix) - Aggretsuko is a Sanrio anime about a red panda named Retsuko. She is 25, she works in an office for a sexist pig boss, she hates her life, and at night she sings death metal karaoke. She is....extremely relatable. Sam please watch this.
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The Magicians S3 (SyFy)- I may be biased, but at the same time, I have always loved The Magicians. This is another rare show that gets better the longer it goes on, having carved out a strange little genre space with a tone all of its own. Within the forest of snappy quips and surly fantasy characters, is a beating heart and an ability to achieve real emotional catharsis.
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The Haunting of Hill House (Netflix) - I said earlier this year that I had never found a television show truly scary, but this was before I had seen Haunting of Hill House.  I have not yet finished this show because it started giving me nightmares and I can only watch it in the light of day. That being said, the Bent-Neck Lady episode alone is such a tight, terrifying, piece of storytelling it deserves a shout out on this list. Also A+ kid casting, that shit is HARD. 
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Brooklyn Nine-Nine (NBC) Probably the time I felt most alive this year were the harrowing  hours between Brooklyn 99's cancellation by Fox and subsequent saving by NBC. During that wretched purgatory it was decided by the internet that B99 was the Last Good and Pure Thing Left and its salvation would mark some sort of victory in the losing battle against the darkness that will  one day overtake us all. Luckily, the day was saved (no thanks to Fox), but the abyss still looms.
That's it! This is everything I thought was good on TV this year! If you thought something else was good, or you would like to shame me for something I did not watch, feel free to do so in the comments or on Twitter.  There are over 550 after all and I ABSOLUTELY DID NOT watch them all.
The television wheel begins inexorably turning again in a few scant weeks, so buckle up buttercups!!! If you read the blog this year, or are reading right now - thank you for your time! If you thought the writing was poor, at least I gave you some entertaining gifs. 
XO MD
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Dr Google Won’t Steer You Wrong
Peter was late.  At least an hour late. And by late that was taking into account Peter-time.
This wasn’t something that was unusual these days. Peter hadn’t been great in that regard before the bite, but now he was a million times worse. It didn’t even matter if Ned had seen him only five minutes before hand, Peter made arriving late an art form. Ned understood why that was of course. He was the guy-in-the-chair and he was going to support Spiderman as long as he had too. But it didn’t make waiting any more fun.
Ned glanced at the clock again. It had definitely been over an hour now. The new Lego set he’d gotten for his birthday was staring at him, taunting him, just begging to be opened. But Peter was just as excited about this set too, and Peter had promised he’d be here.
“Where are you Peter?” He muttered under his breath, the frustration pouring out of him.
Usually when he was going to be super late Peter would get his suit lady to at least message him. Well sometimes anyway, about six times out of ten. And that part sucked too, because it meant he didn’t know if the lack of message was because Peter had gotten distracted, was in the middle of saving someone, hurt, or had just plain forgotten. Maybe he needed to get his hands on the suit again and find a way to force Karen to update him a bit more often.
It was a better plan then trying to get Peter to see sense.
The credits rolled for Brooklyn 99 for the third superfluous time, as he’d only put it on while waiting for Peter to finally show up. He wasn’t really watching, and since this was at least the twentieth time he’d watched this show that was the exact purpose. The next episode was just auto-starting when there was a noise at his window. Ned considered pausing it, but he’d seen Peter crawl through his window enough times that he was desensitized to it.
The rustling on the other side of the window continued long enough that Ned wondered if it wasn’t in fact Peter, but a burglar or someone else seedy; a thought that was instantly dispelled once a familiar red spandex hand appeared underneath the window.  Ned nonchalantly continued to shovel popcorn into his mouth as Spiderman tumbled into his room over the windowsill in the least graceful motion Ned had seen Spiderman perform. It was reminiscent of pre spider-bite Peter and that made Ned laugh a little.
“That was beautiful dude. 10/10. Graceful, just like a gazelle,” he said as Spiderman stood up.
The eyes of the mask narrowed a little as Peter flipped him off.
“I’d like to see you do better,” he replied, and the voice that came from the mask was odd in a way Ned couldn’t immediately place. It wasn’t the lowered voice Peter used as Spiderman or the faint muffling that came from wearing a mask.
Before Ned could figure it out Peter took the mask off. His face was flushed and weirdly pale but he turned away before Ned could get a good look. Ned reached for the remote to pause the show while Peter changed out of his suit and into the spare set of clothes he kept in Ned’s bedroom. After he’d lost his third backpack near Ned’s building, and a memorable two occasions when Peter had come straight over after leaving his place as Spiderman and Ned’s Mum had almost walked in on them, they had decided that it was best that Peter just leave a couple of changes with Ned in his spare backpack.
“So, what kept you?” Ned asked as he started scrolling through the Netflix movie options.
“Few robberies, had to get a cat out of a tree, uh, stuff like that that,” Peter responded. His voice was muffled by his shirt over his face and sounded gravelly.
“Oh,” Ned replied, not really satisfied with that answer but not really wanting to push it further either. Very exciting things Peter normally told him about, and dangerous things he was cagey about. This patrol sounded like it was neither.
“Hey Ned, why is it so cold in here?” Peter asked in the same odd voice once he was done changing, stuffing his suit into his spare backpack.
“Because it’s not?” Ned blinked. He’d been inside all day and had been fairly comfortable. “Why is it cold out or something?”
Peter shrugged. “Dunno, had the heater on in my suit.”
“Your suit has a heater? That’s so cool!” Ned replied.
Peter made a noncommittal noise as he joined Ned on the bed he was currently using as a couch and flopped down next to him, half lying down with his feet on the floor and an arm over his face. He looked exhausted, making Ned think his initial estimate was wrong.  
“So, rough patrol huh?” Ned asked.
Peter shrugged again. “It wasn’t too bad,” he answered in a croak without elaborating any further.
“What’s up with you? You sick or something?” Ned asked in disbelief.  
Peter lifted him arm up a bit and looked back at his friend.
“No, don’t think so,” he replied in the most unconvincing voice. “I’m fine.”
Ned didn’t believe him but he also wasn’t going to push it. Not yet anyway.
“Alright. You sound like you’re dying though,” he replied.
Peter frowned. “I just need some water or something.”
“Oh, ok. Well go grab some then and I’ll start unboxing this,” Ned said with a smile as he slipped off the bed and onto the floor next to the Lego sets.
A few moments later Peter got up and headed towards the kitchen. There was a pause before the tap turned on, and then a longer pause before Peter shuffled back in. Ned glanced back up and felt himself do a double-take. Now that it wasn’t covered by his mask or his arm, Peter’s face was completely white except for a deep flush across his cheeks.  The exhausted air he was giving off was also more pronounced.  
“Wow Pete, you really don’t look good. Are you sure you’re not dying, you look like you’re dying?” Ned asked in a rush, not even pausing for a breath.
“I’m fine Ned,” Peter responded, or at least tried too as he put the glass he was holding down on Ned’s desk. Only half of the sentence came out.
“You should probably sit down or something,” he continued, starting to stand up. “Why are you even here? You could have told me you were sick. In fact you probably shouldn’t have gone out today if you are sick. Do you want me to get my Mum? She’s not here but I can call her. Or May-”
Peter lazily held his hand up in a please-stop gesture when Ned didn’t give him time to answer any of his questions.
“Dude that’s not necessary,” Peter croaked out. He wanted to add that anything Ned’s Mother would give him would have the winning combination of tasting feral and likely not being helpful anyway, considering his super metabolism. But his throat hurt way too much to make that a good idea.
“Are you sure ok? Do you want some tea or something? What’s wrong?” Ned asked and finally paused.
“I’m ok Ned. My throats just kinda sore,” Peter replied huskily. Ned looked like he still didn’t believe him so Peter gestured towards the Lego sets as an act of distraction. “So which set did you want to start with?”
Ned just shook his head and sat back down reaching for one of the boxes. “Alright dude. Let’s start with this one.”
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Peter tried to croak his way through a conversation for five minutes before giving up. Not too long after that Ned turned on Star Wars to fill the silence. Ned had completed most of his pile while Peter was sluggishly still going through most of his. The movie was almost over by the time the Lego set had been abandoned, and Ned was half convinced that Peter had fallen asleep on him.  
“Hey, can we turn the heat on or something?” Peter asked when there was five minutes to go.
“Heat? You still cold?” Ned looked up. Now that he knew to look he could see Peter shivering slightly and hiding it only semi successfully. “I’ll go grab you a blanket. You alright?”
“I’m ok, just kinda cold,” Peter mumbled as he grabbed a few of the abandoned pieces halfheartedly.
Ned shot him a look of disbelief. “Dude, you’re throat has got to be bothering you. You’re never this quiet! You sure it’s just you’re throat?”
Peter shrugged, which was a distinctly unhelpful motion. Ned sighed and got up to grab the spare blanket off his bed and threw it at Peter. While Peter fumbled to get the blanket around him Ned went to his desk to get his laptop.
“Ok,” Ned said after he sat back down in a no nonsense tone, flipping the screen of his laptop up. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m-“ Peter started but was immediately cut off.
“Nope. I’m not convinced. Come on, let me do my guy-in-the-chair thing. Your throats sore yeah? You sound too much like your dying for it not too.”
Peter nodded as his shoulders slumped and he drew the blanket a little closer to him. “Head’s kinda sore too,” he admitted softly.
“Right, so sore throat, headache. Have you got a fever? You’re pretty pale, come here.” Ned asked as he leaned forward, his laptop pressed against him.
“What, Ned!”
Ned ignored him and awkwardly placed his hand on Peter’s forehead. His eyes widened slightly.
“Whoa, you’re actually really warm. I think that’s a yes on the fever. Dude?!” Ned exclaimed as he went back to his computer. Peter started to say something but Ned cut him off saying, “And don’t just say you’re ok.”
Peter just crossed his arms, half in sulky protest, but mostly because he was still cold. Ned ignored his friend and typed the symptoms into google. It didn’t take much scrolling to get an idea of what was likely wrong with him.
“Well, going by your symptoms, according to the internet. You’re dying,” he announced as blandly as he could. Peter blinked back at him for a moment.
“Thanks Ned. Helpful,” he responded.
“Well at least your sense of humor is still somewhat intact.” Ned said as Peter half-heartedly swatted at him.  “Ok but seriously. Were you feeling ok this morning?”
“I felt fine before patrolling,” Peter replied. It was mostly true. He certainly hadn’t felt as tired or sore as he did at that moment. His throat had stung a little and he had had a bit of a headache, but he’d brushed it off as nothing to be worried about.
Ned nodded as he scrolled though the google results again. “Right. Well. Dr Google seems to think you have the flu. Either that or its strep. Either way you should probably be in bed or something. And I should definitely call my Mum or May…”
“Ned. You don’t need too, I’ll be fine. My healing should take care of it no problem,” Peter croaked, not as convinced himself as he tried to make out to be. If he was honest, now that he’d been called out on it, he was starting to feel terrible. His head and throat were making his life the most miserable but he was starting to become aware of the general aches he’d passed off as normal post patrol fatigue that were becoming a lot more.  
Ned just sighed, knowing which battles to pick.
“Alright. But if you still look like Casper later on I’ll be forced to call May. It’s not worth my life to let you web home like that,” Ned said.
“Fair,” Peter replied, his throat happy to let the matter drop.
“Cool. Well do you want some tea or something?”
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He was going to have to call May.
His best friend had negative self-preservation and was a little unnecessarily worried about his aunt sometimes. It had been clear he was struggling when Ned had tried to diagnose him, and Peter seemed to be getting worse instead of better. Ned hadn’t thought it was possible but somehow as the afternoon went on Peter’s face got even paler, and the barely noticeable shivers became more pronounced. Rather than pressure his friend into confessing how bad he felt, Ned thought it was wiser to just put another movie on and let nature take its course. He did hold onto the hope that Peter wasn’t exaggerating and that his super powered healing factor would kick in, but as it currently stood that didn’t seem likely.
After calling him out on his shit Ned had insisted that if Peter was going to give his best dying impression that he should at least use his bed as a couch, or for its intended purpose. They had practically finished the first ship so Ned’s new-Lego-set craving had been satisfied for now and he was content to just watch movies.
“Don’t you want to finish this set?” Peter protested as Ned went to pack the remaining pieces away.
“We can do that later. I’m not convinced that you won’t pass out or something right now,” Ned replied.
Peter gave up after that and curled up on the foot of the bed. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep. That in itself was a worrying sign. Peter falling asleep during the day meant that he was injured, and not telling anyone; exhausted, and not telling anyone; or sick, and not admitting it.  At least this time Ned knew which one it was.
Glancing at the clock Ned tried to calculate how much time he had before his Mother came home. Peter seemed adamant that she not be there when he was injured because that would be way too much to explain, and would likely give the game away that he was Spiderman. Ned could only assume that that sentiment extended to being sick too. It was getting late and Peter had been napping for a couple of hours. If Ned needed reinforcements he was going to have to decide soon.
“Hey, Peter,” Ned said without bothering to keep his voice down, shaking his friend gently. “You awake?”
The answer was obviously no. Peter didn’t even twitch at the gentle touch. That itself wasn’t too concerning, but it felt like he was a bit warmer then the last time Ned had checked. Which meant it was getting close to the point where he was officially out of his depth with adult guidance.
“Peter?” He gave his friend another firmer shake.  
This got a response out of him. Without moving a muscle the lump on the bed mumbled “what Ned,” half intelligibly.
“It’s almost five-thirty. I think my Mum might be home soon. I just want to make sure you’re not actually dying on me,” he answered with a hint of fake cheeriness in his voice.
“Oh,” was all Ned got in response. After a moment it was clear that Peter wasn’t going to add any more.
“Cool,” Ned prompted. “Is that all you’ve got to say? You still ok?”
Peter shrugged, which was still not really an answer. He turned to face Ned and cracked one eye open, adding in a croak “I’m tired. Throats still sore.”
Ned, between being incredibly concerned by this, was somewhat proud that he was able to keep a straight and comforting face. “Ok, ok. Go back to sleep then. Sorry.”
Peter pressed his face back into the pillow he’d grabbed. Barely giving him any time to fall asleep again Ned reached over to his desk and grabbed his phone, his mind made up after that unhelpful and worrying conversation. Peter was going to kill him once he was better, he knew that. But that assumed that May didn’t kill him first for going out while sick so Ned was willing to take that chance.
Sent 17:35
Hey may. Are you able to pick peter up? I think he’s sick or something
Received 17:39
Sick? What’s wrong with him?
And I can
Sent 17:41
Dr google tells me that its probably the flu so ????
Received 17:45
Ok. I’ll be there in about 20
Sent 17:46
Sweet I’ll make sure he doesn’t die in the meantime
Satisfied for now Ned put his phone back in his pocket. His Mother probably wouldn’t be home till at least seven so he could appease Peter with that information at least. There wasn’t much else he could do in the meantime.
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Ned was scrolling through his phone when he heard a knock on the door barely twenty minutes later.
“Hey Ned,” May greeted once he’d opened the door. “Where’s Peter?”
Pointing down the hall Ned replied, “My room still. I think he’s asleep.”
At Ned’s instruction May went down the hall and found her nephew as Ned had described, still curled up at the foot of the bed under the spare blanket. She went over and sat next to him, shaking him gently to wake him up. Ned appeared in the doorway, hovering uncertainly.
“Hey Peter, wake up.”
It took a bit of encouragement but eventually he sluggishly turned to face his aunt, opening his eyes in confusion.
“May?” he asked half asleep and with practically no voice. “When did you get here?”
May smiled at him, moving to help him up.
“Just now,” she replied. “Ned texted me. I don’t know how you were planning on getting home but I’m sure none of them were good ideas right now.”
Peter was still blinking owlishly in confusion, but sat up on his own with her prompting.
“How’re you feeling?” she asked, putting a hand on his forehead and frowning at the heat she found there. “Not so good huh?”
Peter shook his head, not wanting to use his voice anymore then he had too. Secretly he was relieved that Ned had called his aunt. Everything now feverishly ached and despite the solid nap he somehow felt more tired than before. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t give at that moment to be in his own bed, but having May there helped immensely.
Standing up for Peter was not a fun experience. He felt instantly light headed and the pounding in his head that’s he’d been ignoring sharpened. With a sixth sense all parents have May had braced him before he could fall and lead him towards to door. Ned got out of the way and went towards his closet to grab Peter’s spare backpack as May led her nephew to the door.  
Ned caught up with May and Peter in the hallway and once they were at the front door he offered the backpack to Peter. Before Peter had a chance to register what Ned was holding, with the hand not supporting her nephew, May took the bag and slung it over her shoulder. It was far lighter then she expected, but she didn’t question it.
“Feel better soon dude.” Ned said as May opened the door.
“Thanks,” Peter replied softly, before stepping out of the apartment.
“Thanks for letting me know Ned,” May said as she walked pass, pausing in the doorway.
“No problem,” Ned replied. “And if he’s no in tomorrow I’ll bring his homework around.”  
May let out a small laugh at that and briefly felt her nephew’s forehead again before ruffling his curls a bit. “Oh, I definitely expect he won’t be in school tomorrow. Thank you though.”
The glare Peter sent her as she messed with his hair was half-hearted at best and non-existent at worse, and any effect it might have had was instantly ruined by the shiver that went through him.
“Alright, let’s get you home then,” May said to him with a sympathetic look as she started to guide him towards the elevator. “Bye Ned.”
“See you tomorrow,” Peter added with a limp wave.
“See ya tomorrow then,” Ned replied, and shut the door.
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