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blueberrypossum · 3 years

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A Date Down Under (GN Reader x Leo)

OH MY GOSH IT’S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I’VE POSTED!!

If you guys are wondering where I’ve been I write more on A03 with two original fanfics in the making! But, my tumblr account deserves some love too! This fanfic has been siting in my file for a long while and I originally wanted to post it when I was deep in the ROTTMNT fandom (still love it and miss it man). So, I decided to take out my oc in it and make it a reader fanfic so everyone can enjoy! @bootyyy-shaker9000 I know how much you love Leo so have some of the wonderful boy in blue!!

When Leo asked you if you wanted to celebrate your Friend Anniversary in the Lost City, you couldn’t refuse.

The feelings for the turtle though were getting tougher and tougher to maintain. Leo was always the flirt, and you tried to not let him play with your heartstrings, but now a blush would creep around your face whenever he would fire a one-liner or when he would push the physical contact to the extreme.

You weren't used to so much affection, nor letting the addiction of being touched take over you like a drug.

But you have seen the way Leo fake flirts with others, and just believed that he was just doing the same thing to you, because you were just friends, right?

You were brushing your comb through your hair when your phone started to vibrate on your desk. You brought it up to your ear as you got comfortable in your seat.

“Hello?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

There were a few knocks on your bedroom window.

“Me.”

You giggled and walked over to the window and pulled back the blinds to see the one and only Leonardo Hamato, a sly grin on his face as he hung up on the phone. You placed your phone into your pocket and unlocked the window to reveal yourself to him.

The blue bandana turtle looked a little taken aback as he took in the sight of his best friend. With the season turning colder, you wore something that suited the chilly wind yet sunny season, the cloth clinging to you gently. What caught him off guard the most was the dazzling smile you presented to him, the pure excitement of seeing him causing his bandana to feel tight around his head.

Leo almost lost his balance as he hopped into your room, sweat growing on him as he tried to find anything else to look at other than you.

“Hey, how's your fever?” He asked, his voice drowned with no confidence, his heart still pounding as he finally glanced over.

You were picking up your bag and you frowned at the question.

“Hum? What fever?”

“Oh, yeah, you just look hot to me,” he replied, pressing a confident smile on his lips as he hoped that you didn’t catch him almost slipping up.

Your cheeks went pink and you playfully slapped his arm.

“Oh hush up and let’s go, we’re burning daylight.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s burning.”

“Oh my gosh, get going, Red Kamon.”

The tall turtle chuckled and pulled out his sword, swiping it around the room until a portal was created. Leo moved to the side and bowed his head towards you.

“After you,” he purred and you rolled your eyes at him and took a step into the portal and was led right at the center of the Hidden City. The colorful and mysterious city was weird to say the least, nothing but weird creations and magic lingered in the air as yokai walked past you. Leo stepped through the portal and was at your side as you both walked over to the city map.

Leo used your shoulder as a rest while you gazed over at the map.

“Where do you want to go, shorty?” He asked as your eyes scanned the different areas and pointed towards the Witch Town.

Your mind seemed clouded from the close contact and you pointed to the spa.

“What about here? Sounds interesting.”

“Can’t do. My idiot and less attractive twin got us turtles banned there,” Leo commented and soon his arm snaked around your neck and was completely over your shoulders, bringing you close enough that you could feel his breath over your cheek.

“What about here?”

“Nope. They banned me there.”

“How did you get banned from a spa?”

“My dashing good looks were just too much for them.”

You let out a gust of air and knew the real reason, Donnie told you the whole funny scenario of Leo needing hair to get into the spa, totally backfired and threw him in jail.

“What places are you not banned from, blue?” You asked, turning over to him with your arms crossed.

He gave you his signature smile and leaned down till you were face to face, his beak just a few inches from your nose.

“Here, just those two places. Your heart? Never.”

“Then what about the Pirate Bazaar?” You mumbled, your heart almost leaping out of your chest as Leo’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Ohhh, I’ve been there! But only for a little bit, let’s go!” He squealed and took your hand and led you through the crowd of animals and other subjects of yokai. His three-fingered hand was cold against your warm one, and you knew Leo and his brothers like closeness to you and April since you were the only warm-blooded creatures; Splinter was too but hugs were hard to get from him. Still, the hand holding made others look over and gush at you two, as if you were a couple.

If only.

He didn’t let go as he took you into lesser crowds, bringing you closer till your arms were touching. You then realized he wasn’t wearing an outfit, but then remembered most of the yokai’s were clothesless as well. His muscles bounced as he walked and you had to do everything to not wrap your fingers around the growing muscle.

STOP STOP STOP THINKING LIKE THIS! HE DOESN’T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT!

His thumb started to brush against yours as he turned to you and you swore you saw a red dash against his cheeks, and it wasn’t his stripes.

“You’ve been friends with me for a whole year! Please, do tell how great it must’ve been to be called my best friend,” he said slyly, wiggling his non-existent eyebrows, causing you to laugh. The joyous melody made Leo weak in the knees.

“You mean, me always having to save your shell from dangerous bad guys, having to endure all your jokes, and then the constant-CONSTANT- marathons of Jipiter Jim and Lou Jitsu to the point all I could do was speak quotes from the movies.”

“Oh yeah, may I remind you that you would text me excited about every movie date? Didn’t someone make their signature hot chocolate just for me when I showed this specific someone their now favorite movie? Ring any bells?” He replied back.

“Pffts, you know what? Your one-liners stink.”

The sword yielding turtle let out a gasp and grasped where his heart would be over his plaston as if he had been shot as he looked down at you.

“My one-liners stink like Raph’s victory stink!”

You laughed and took back his hand and Leo felt his heart flew as your warm hand was gripping onto his cold one. You took the lead and finally made it to the entrance of the pirate grounds. There were booths of stuff that were related to the pirate theme of the area and some were just random selections of things to sell. The smell of seafood and other fried foods drifted into your nose and you led Leo to the entrance.

After getting Lost City Cash at a money machine, you both took a selfie at the front entrance, Leo bringing you close and him having to lean down due to your height.

There was a goblin looking woman in the booth at the entrance and the woman took your money and gave each of you a bracelet to get on rides and such.

“For an extra 20 dollars, you can have a custom pirate outfit that you can switch on and off with ease,” she explained and you and Leo shared the same look, giving the worker a simple nod. She pointed to where single bathrooms were after she got the money.

“Last one there is a rotten turtle egg!”You challenged out as you raced over to the bathroom stalls, the mutant turtle schoffing and charging after you.

With a little bit of magic, you were able to think up your very own pirate outfit with a second band around your wrist so that you could switch it off and on with ease. Leo picked the same outfit he had when he first came to the pirate utopia with Hueso, but didn’t pick an eyepatch this time since he didn’t want to trip in front of you.

You quickly raced out of the changing room after saying thank you to the worker who helped you and looked around, your eyes trying to find the mutant turtle in the crowd. You spotted the long strands of his bandana and felt yourself shudder at how good he looked in a pirate outfit, how the white shirt clung to him and how he had his sword hung against his side instead of over his back. You swallowed the saliva that was swimming in your mouth and quickly dashed over to him, clearing your throat before you spoke in the worst pirate accent.

“My, my, isn’t ye the best booty I’ve ever seen in these vast oceans!”

The red slider turtle quickly turned around but you moved out in front of him.

“Aye, wanna shiver me timbers?” You laughed, throwing another one-liner at him and he turned, his eyes going wide as he almost told you that if you were a pirate, you would be the most beautiful treasure that no man or woman could handle or capture. If you were a pirate he could definitely walk the plank.

“Those jokes are so lame, that they need a peg leg,” he replied, almost hating himself fully for using one of Huesos jokes instead of his own. But you flashed him a smile anyway and motioned him to follow as you made your way through the crowd.

The teenage turtle felt his heart leap after you and gave chase as you made it to the center of the pirate theme park.

Once in the middle, you pulled out the map the woman at the booth gave you and started to read over the activities that you could do.

Leo leaned down close, still a little out of breath, but his confidence had awoken him as he said: “Ya certainly put a shiver in my timber!” he said in a deep pirate accent. You booped his beak away from your face and he blew a raspberry on the index finger.

“So, there is a treasure adventure we can go on, a booth section of stuff to buy, a pirate show of a reenactment of pirate history-Oh! They have timed dances throughout the area! And you can join in!”

“Are you going to join in?”

“Maybe. I could finally dance with someone who doesn’t only do fortnite dances and dabs.”

“Hey, my moves are almost like a work of a pirate ship.”

“Old and needs remodeling?”

“What?! No! Unique and cool.”

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arm around Leo’s and led him to the show since it was the closest.

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You stood on the pier as ships and flying creatures dashed by, the glowing lights of the underworld turning into a creamy orange to signify that the day was coming to an end. You leaned your arms over the railing as you scrolled through the photos that had been taken throughout the day. You couldn’t help but smile at seeing your goofy pictures and would scroll past the ones you took specifically of Leo without him knowing.

Speaking of the turtle, he leaned in close to your shoulder as he noticed that your attention was not on him.

“Whatcha lookin at?” He asked, his head slowly getting closer. You felt your body grow warm and quickly turned your phone.

“Bruh,” you giggled and he gave a quiet chuckle and tried to snatch the phone.

“If you’re looking at something, then as your best friend I have a right to see.”

“Fine, hang on.”

You quickly saved the single photos of him into a secret file and moved the phone between them, his head still on your shoulder as he scrolled through the photos, both of you laughing at the one where you fought the pirates and failed.

“What about you? I know you took photos of today for your social,” you commented as you placed your phone into your bag.

Leo took out his phone and hid it out of sight since his home screen was a picture of them together at an abandoned skatepark and he had you in a piggyback ride and he just had to capture the moment. He handed his phone without thinking and started to go through your bag due to boredom.

You scrolled through the photos until you stopped at a specific one. You didn’t remember him telling you to pose for this photo; it was when you had stopped to eat dinner and you happened to watch one of the kids getting a fake pirate hook from a vendor. Your head was supported by your hand as a breeze caused your hair to ripple around your face in an alluring photo. A blush rushes to your face as if you had been hit and soon you started to scroll faster and found more photos of just you; of you waiting in line, in your pirate outfit, several were taken of you during the pirate treasure hunting, when you grabbed a candle from one of the booths in excitement, he even got a cliche photo of you holding his hand while you led him through the crowd.

You felt your heart stop in your ribcage and looked over at the ninja turtle, who was still looking through your bag as if he was hunting for treasure. You didn’t want to snoop, but you couldn’t help but exit out of his camera roll and looked through his folders on the right side; there was a folder for comic books, shopping, epic moments, even a puns list, then found it at the bottom. It was labeled with a first letter of your name and a heart, and with twitching fingers, you opened it. It wasn’t many photos but enough to where you almost dropped his phone into the water below. There were pictures of you whenever you both hung out, and some he probably got from your social.

Holy Hot Soup, he liked you.

“Okay, now you really look like you have a fever,” Leo commented as he reached for his phone, causing you to swallow and quickly turned off the device and handed it back to him.

“But don’t worry, Doctor Neon Leon will help you get all better,” he said in a baby voice and wrapped his arm around you and brought you close.

“Maybe you need some Vitamin ME,” he whispered and you laughed at yet another ridiculous one-liner made by him. He grinned at the sight of you laughing and rested himself against your side, taking in your scent and warmth.

“Maybe I do, where do I get my prescription Aka Kamon?” You asked slyly, a shit eating grin on your face as Leo blushed. Whenever you could, you would fire back a one-liner and was overjoyed to see him be the one to get flustered and a stuttering mess.

“ Oh, um, well,” he stuttered and mentally kicked himself as he couldn’t think of something to say back and then a question he always wanted an answer to.

“Are you ever going to tell me what those words mean?” He asked.

“Are you ever going to open a book and find out for yourself.”

“Ha! Jokes on you, I don’t know how to read. And also, there are phones now, boomers.”

“Then look it up.”

“JuSt GiVe Me A hInT.”

You released a sigh and gave him a look while he returned to you his huge puppy dog eyes look and placed his hands together as his bottom lip wobbled as if he was trying to get out of trouble.

“Finnnne, but only because it’s our best friend’s day.”

You poked the red stripe against his face and then pointed upward, a smirk growing on your face as he gave a confused one.

“WHAT KIND OF HINT IS THAT??”

“A pretty good one in my opinion.”

The red slider turtle let out a large groan as he crossed his arms, his face growing tight as he tried to think of what the hint meant.

“Are you just calling me stripes but in Japanese?” He said with a groan.

“Leo you insult me, it would be kind of stupid to call you stripes in both English and Japanese.”

He mimicked your talking right as you finished and he received an eye roll as he continued on thinking.

So, it wasn’t the stripes, maybe the color? Or the shape?

“Man, this is hurting my brain, this best friend day sucks.” He said as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Okay, okay. The two words are a color and a shape. Is that better?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

You continued to watch as Leo tried to put the pieces together and you wished you could get this on video, but it would be too obvious, so instead you painted it into your mind.

“So, the color is totally red, but the shape I’m lost at. Why did you point at the sky? Is that a clue? Why did you make this so difficult?”

“Because I’m a difficult person.”

“I do like a challenge.”

“One more hint, it’s the shape of something in the sky.”

Leo looked up at the fake Lost City sky and squinted as the fake sun started to set and the moon would start to rise.

“Red Moon?”

“Close. It’s Red Crest.”

The blue bandana turtle searched the horizon for an answer for why you called him that as you looked away due to embarrassment.

“Why?” He simply asked as he looked over; he could always tell when you were nervous, your eyes would always dart around and your left foot would start to shake. You rose to a tallen stance though and looked over at his hands.

“I just find your marks...alluring. In Japanese culture, the red moon is respected due to its power. I just thought you deserved to have a nickname that represented you.”

Leo felt his face go completely red that it could put Raph’s mask to so much shame that it would go bland. All this time he thought you were just calling him something insulting in Japanese, but it was a nickname that you made up for him. Not like Raph’s, Donnie’s, Mikey’s or April’s, it was one you made up for him and only him.

“Stop looking at me before I throw you off this dock so I can live the rest of my life without this embarrassment,” you laughed nervously as your fingers combed through your hair and let out a shaky breath.

Leo started to get his little shakes as he let out a confused laugh.

“All this time I thought you were calling me a stupid turtle or somethin in Japanese, whoa oh boy was I wrong.”

You both looked away from each other and the atmosphere became heavy.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, I still don’t know, you thought, but then you felt his finger poke your elbow and looked over at him, and the soft expression on his face almost made you melt.

“But how can I stop looking at you?”

Your breathing immediately hitched.

“Are you blushing? It’s a good feeling to know that I do it.”

You could only cover your face as you leaned against the railing on your elbows and looked between your fingers at him. You hated being so flustered up, but with Leo dripping with confidence, it made you want to curl into a muttering mess.

Leo watched you with amusement and went to touch you, but then fell back. He remembered how he started the physical touch between you two, holding your hand, always leaning on you, every movie night you would be his cushion. But you two couldn’t kiss, couldn’t cudde too close, he couldn’t tell you he loved you more than just a best friend.

He hated how the day went by so fast and now he wanted to do what he has wanted to do for months. But he couldn’t work up the courage, he had a ton of one-liners to ask you out, to ask if you returned the feelings, even though he was mutant turtle that lived in the sewer and fought enemies that could destroy the whole world and wholly Ōdachi he can’t ask you to be a part of that life.

But, the way you would smile at him and how you always gave him credit for the growth into someone you wanted to be. How you saw something in him that he didn’t even see, and he wanted to keep being whatever you saw.

He just wanted you.

So, he worked up the courage, tried to make the sweat stop rolling down his body, and looked at person he had fallen for

“Y/N.”

You tensed up, you had never heard Leo sound so serious in his life.

“Yeah?”

“With this being.....I mean if I’m wrong. Would you consider this a date-date?” He spilled out, and he wanted to climb into his shell like Mikey and never come out. He let out a gust of air and didn’t look over at you, his fingers messing within each other. It was silent between you, the city life buzzing around them as yokai’s came and went. You wanted to scream out in joy and say yes a hundred times, but you also had to be careful, along with if Leo was being a bubbly mess, you wanted to take advantage of it as long as you could.

Spotting a red and blue flower with a bright yellow center growing on the side of the deck, you wrapped your fingers around it and pulled it from its roots. To Leo’s surprise, you pushed your way under his arm until it was back over your shoulders. The blush on his face was noticeable and with being against his chest you noticed his uneven breaths.

“I do. And I would like more of them, if you want to.” You answered and handed him the flower. He shakenly took the flower in his hand and his confidence came crashing back to him, knowing that the feeling was mutual. As quickly as you gave him the flower he leaned over and placed the flower over your ear. Your eyes widened with surprise and quickly averted them away, a nervous but sweet chuckle escaping your lips. But the Red-eared slider never averted his gaze away from you.

“I would like that too,” he answered back.

You both stood there for a while, your head curled into Leo’s chest as his own head rested on yours. You were used to being close, but this was different, this filled you up with knowing and it made the physical connection much more warmer and scarier. Little lights started to flicker around as the city started to get dark, even with no sun or moon. Leo brought you closer and buried his face into your hair, a long sigh escaping his lips in content, his mind slowing down for once and just taking in this moment.

But the moment went quicker than expected as a low yawn escaped your mouth and the red slider turtle remembered that it was getting late.

“Alright, sleepy head, I think it’s time to raise anchor and set sail for home,” he joked as he lifted himself off of you and then held out his hand. With a roll of your eyes, you gladly took it and let him lead you back to the entrance of the Pirate Bazaar. He could just use his sword, but he wanted to juice out every moment with you.

The hand hold was different in some way, you gripped his hand tighter and when he came to a stop you would use your other hand to lightly touch his biccup before continuing on.

You gave the booth teller their costume bracelets back and walked a few feet ahead before Leo pulled out his sword and created a portal.

He once again bowed his head as he moved to the side.

“After you.”

Through tired eyes she gave him a smirk as she was halfway through the portal.

“Thank you.”

He followed you through the portal and took the step onto your apartment’s fire escape, the flashing lights of New York City spilling over your side as you opened your bedroom window; throwing your bag inside before turning to Leo. You both turned to each other and then quickly averted eye-contact with each other.

“I had a lot of fun today, Leo. Thanks for being a good fri-” you stopped yourself since you didn’t know if you two were still just friends, or more.

He let out a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, chief, it was,” Leo said and then let out a groan at the terrible execution.

You knew that you had to make the first move now or else you both would accidentally place yourselves into the “friend zone”.

“Leo, can you bend down a little bit?”

“Why? Tired of being the only short one?”

“You can say that.”

He bent down till he was on your level, a smug smile on his lips. You let out your form of a chuckle as you curved your fingers under his chin. The teenage turtle instantly felt weak in the knees and thought that his legs would give out from under him and became a stuttering mess as you both made eye-contact.

“Um, haha, is it hot or did you know that, uhh,” he mumbled as you tilted his head to the side and placed a small kiss against his red stripe, instantly making his whole body, for once in his life, burning.

Your lips were soft against his skin and he stood there as you leaned away and climbed back into your room.

“Goodnight, Leo,”you mumbled, your hands shaking against the window.

“N-night.”

You closed the window and walked away while Leo stood there, his mind racing a hundred miles an hour. He got a kiss from you, from you. He never felt so much adrenaline rush through his body and all he wanted to do was go back in time so he could’ve moved his lips over.

He took a step towards the window and then took that step back. What should he do? What could he do? Were you both dating now? Or were you two at the very edge of the line of a relationship?

He wanted to call his brothers or April for advice, especially since she would slap some sense into him. His shakes were coming back.

He let out a grunt and rubbed his eyes as he tried to decide what to do. He looked back at the window and saw that you had turned on your lights. He walked up to the window and knocked.

You had just gotten out of the bathroom when you heard the light tap against your window and your heart started to race faster than it already was. You were already shaken up by having enough courage to kiss him but if that was him then what if he didn’t want the kiss?

The knock came again and you took a few deep breaths before you moved the curtain aside and there he was, his face all flustered up as he gave a small wave as she opened the window.

“Yes?” You questioned as you leaned your hands over the window seal. You hoped that the silky night of the sky hid your flustered face.

“I honestly didn’t think this far ahead,” he spilled out as he let out a nervous laugh as he leaned against the window.

You looked up at him and Leo blinked several times in wonderment at the startled expression that crossed your face. Leo took a deep breath and gave you his signature shit-eating grin.

“Knock knock.”

“Wow, you’re doing jokes in the same place now are ya?”

“Just do the joke.”

You giggled and fluttered your eyes mockingly at him.

“Can I who?”

“Who’s there?

“Can I?”

“Can I...Can I kiss you?”

Even though it was a terrible joke, you felt like you could throw up all of your guts for how fast your heart rate was. Kissing him on the cheek was a challenge but at least you didn’t have to worry about his lips against yours. Do turtles have lips? Or beaks?

The word yes slipped out before you had a second thought.

Before you knew it, Leo’s hands were slipping into your own, the tip of your fingers shaking but Leo reinsured you with a stroke of his thumb You looked up at him and was taken aback at how handsome he was, how his stripes glowed in the moonlight and his blue bandana flew behind him as he leaned down.

Oh you were glad he didn’t have his lips puckered or drool hanging out of his mouth like in the cartoons.

Swallowing any other signs of panic that were trying to build in your body as you leaned in.

The city of New York continued on around you both as the kiss ended; it was soft and sweet, not a full one, but it left both of you speechless. You felt as if your stomach was falling apart and Leo thought he could slip off the stairway. He was still holding your hands before you both departed, but with your free hands, you grabbed his face and brought him in once again. The red slider turtle’s eyes went wide as moons as this kiss much more, more than he could ever dream of.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and slightly lifted you up, burying his face into yours under the moonlight. He tangled himself around you as your hands wrapped around his neck and Leo felt his stomach flip at the actions. Your shirt was warm against his chest and he tried to focus in on that instead of the worry of messing this up. He leaned more down as his hand slipped into the back of your neck. Due to the lack of experience, the kiss was sloppy and messy and anxiety swam between the connection between the two of you.

But it was a tender memory of a kiss between the two of you, to remember as your first.

You both finally separated, your chest heaving as you tried to get your feelings under control. His arms were still wrapped around you and your hands had slipped down onto his plaston, the hard material rising and falling under your fingers. Leo felt himself lean back, the shock setting in that he just had his first kiss and it was that deep and romantic and that….

The teen turtle felt his shell bump against the railing and you quickly latched onto him to stop him from falling, a horse laugh coming out of your mouth.

“Guess you can say that you’re falling for me?” You asked, Leo knew now that he had to have a fever for how hot his face felt. He let out a few breathless laughs as he tried to calm himself down, longing and fear still lingering in his heart.

All he could do was pull you into a hug and whisper out, “I just want to stay here and kiss and hold you and Y/N I can't feel my heart.”

He buried himself into your neck as he once again slightly picked you up, hoping that your warm body would calm him down, but the organ in his chest raced on as you hugged him back, your arms barely going around his shell.

“Leo, will you be my boyfriend?”

My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend.

The words rang in his head like chimes as he slightly pulled away to look at her, the harsh blush on her face giving him an ego boost as he grinned at her.

“Being called a boyfriend, eh? Neon Leon already has so many cool names, but boyfriend is probably the best name to be called, especially if it’s only you saying it.”

“Probably? I guess I should just give the boyfriend title to someone else, then.”

“What?! No, no, no. I already called it, I’m your boyfriend capiche? Now come here.” He pulled you into a tight hug and gave you a little spin, a laugh escaping your throat as you held on.

“Leo! We can fall, and my back cannot handle cement like yours!”

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mysticgoblinwriter · 3 years

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Driving In A Cold Sweat; There Is No One On This Highway

Warnings- Murder, infidelity, swearing, food imagery, shitty parents, i made Steve the villain who’s in the HOA and a politician, adult content, dark!reader, cheating, a bit of flirting, mental health joke (mental health is NOT a joke, y’all), religion symbolism, dark!steve, peggy x bucky,

Word Count- 1.9k

kudos to @blackberrybucky for being my soundboard, and @fandomsandxfiles for being my beta reader. Love y'all

a/n- This is inspired by Hypothermic by Goodnight Texas. Its really dark, and I surprised myself writing this but I like it. I also changed the landscape to desert. Leave comments if you want! As many as you like, I fangirl over my work too. All writers should, its selfcare.

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING FLUFFY AND SOFT TURN AWAY NOW; MINORS DNI

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE. A REBLOG IS APPRECIATED. A REPOST IS NOT.

Bucky looks you up and down, taking you in like you are the gods own ambrosia. “So, doll. What brings you to this shit hole?”

You laugh to yourself. “I murdered somebody.”- was the sentence that also inspired this but its not in the actual story.

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The radio gave out miles ago. It was emitting nothing except for crackling and static. Every now and then it would cut back to a sermon, funnily enough it’d been the same one that was on when you started your trip. Sunset was a little ways off. If you looked hard enough you could see coyotes just off the asphalt. Alive, yes. But just how long had their souls been gone? Someone was screaming.

A man. You’d heard that scream before. Seared into you memory like that steak you had for your 15th birthday. It was right next to you. Oozing blood and raw-red. You could hear the clink of the knife as it scraped against the plate. Shaking your head to clear it, you notice an exit with a gas station. “Now’s a time as good as any to stop.” Gravel crunches as you slide up next to the pump. The neon beer lights from the bar across the road are calling. But you can’t answer. The gas handle is slick and grimy, you’ve felt something like that before, but you can’t remember what. A fuzzy noise in the back of your ears gets your attention. Another truck has pulled in. Right in the spot next to yours, never mind the dozen others that are free. A bulky man steps down, his face hidden by a rangers hat.

You could tell he worked out though. And had hair in need of a washing. Clunk. The tank was full. You thought it best to leave before anyone could place you, but your stomach needed something other than greasy two-bit fast food. You glance around, looking for any sign that promised a hot meal.

“Looking for something, doll?” You let out a small gasp. He was staring straight at you now.

“Does this shithole have a place to eat? I might have to start eating the cactus.”

He lets out a soft laugh, “Yeah, there’s a diner about half mile down the road.”

His face brightens like he just thought of something. “You wanna meet me there? I’ll buy dinner?” You weigh the options. You can’t have anybody recognize you; but your cash is getting low and however you can stretch it, you must. You nod once. “Sure.”

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The diner is every trope you’d seen in the movies your pops watched when he got off work. Flies buzzing, neon sign flickering, checkered tile. It even had the shiny red leather booths. What a dream. “Getcha a seat anywhere, honey. I’ll be right over,” came a perky voice from the back. Presumably a waitress. You choose the booth near the back exit. Its always good to have a backup plan.

The man said he needed to get something at the mini-mart, that you could go ahead and he’d catch up. Somebody screamed right next to you, causing you to jump out of your seat. You whip your head around. No one was even in the dining area. It sounded so real. Like you could reach out and grasp the shattering inky blackness. You take a couple of deep breaths. Try to remember your happy place. Tahiti, its a magical place. Or so you’ve been told You just picked it from a magazine that was open on the coffee table the night your mother set fire to the curtains in the living room. The flames had licked up the page, burning the island resort into ash. Boots thudded as they made way to where you were. He slides in across from you.

“Um, the waitress’ll be right out,” you said softly. He barely heard it over the rickety air conditioning. He nods to show he heard. He’s sitting close. Closer than you’d thought another human would ever sit next to you again. His hands are rough and calloused. The sleeve cuffs of his hoodie are frayed; as if someone clawed at them. Eyes traveling up his body, you take in more details. The hoodie isn’t faded, its brand new. He wears a bracelet of leather on his right hand, with a charm you can’t quite see. His necklace is corded hemp, plain and understated.

A light stubble that’s maybe three days old covers his jaw. His eyes... are piercing right through you. You take in a quick breath, not being able to look away. You’d never seen that shade of blue before. He’d been watching you watching him. Quirking an eyebrow, ”See anything ya like, doll?” You start to sputter an answer but the waitress comes over. “Sorry about the wait. Here’s your-” Blue eyes interrupts her, “We don’t need those. I’ll have the special and she’ll have the ‘Its Impossible To Go Away Hungry’ plate” “Okay, then. I’ll get that right out to ya folks.”

You glare at him, he mirrors it with dicky nonchalance. “Why did you order for me?” He leans forward, tilts his head the right the tiniest fraction. “You’re starved. I really don’t give a damn what kept you from eating but I ain’t gonna let you go without giving you a meal. The steak plate is the biggest meal they have. You can take a to go box, that is if you don’t eat the whole thing.”

“Oh.” You cast out a huff, “Well, thank you.” He flashes a killer smile. Pearly white teeth in a straight line. Not an imperfection to be found anywhere. A silence falls between the two of you. You can’t decide whether its comfortable of not.

“My name is Bucky. I thought you wouldn’t like eating with a stranger. I like to doodle in the margins of my books sometimes.” “Please tell me not library books.” He scoffs as if you suggested the impossible, “Never. Do you think I’m crazy?”

“Jury’s out on that, Bucky.” He looks at you more intently now. “Really? Same could be said about you. When I first spoke to you it was like a deer in headlights. Ya running from something, sugar?” He’d said it jokingly but you didn’t laugh.

“No. Nothing like that.”

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Shirley came back with your plates, and two root beers. She left the check at the end of the table and Bucky swooped it up. The meal passed by in the comfortable sounds of silverware clinking and ice clacking in the cups. You both ate in record time.

You were careful to save enough for a second meal. That went into the to go container. Now both cups were drained and plates scraped clean. You start to slide out of your seat, mumbling a thanks but Bucky stops you. “Wait, won’t you sit here a while longer? I’d be kinda sad sitting here alone.” After a moments hesitation, you resume your position. “What do you wanna talk about? It can’t be the weather. Its been dry as bones for weeks.” He ponders for a moment, “You.” He shifts a little, resting one ankle on the opposite knee.

“I want to know what you’re running from, and see if I can offer...a distraction.” That shocks you. “Life? Aren’t we all running away in some form or another? I just happened to take the mobile route.” You shrug, “What do you want me to say? It was all shitty so I left it behind. And as for the distraction part, I got a whore last night, so don’t bother.” He is silent. Just sits there and gazes at you. You cock your head, getting impatient. “Am I allowed to leave now? Or do you want to talk about our feelings?”

“I slept with my best friends wife.”

“I-I’m sorry you what??”

“I slept with my best friends wife. He owns half the town, what with him being mayor and all. I couldn’t take it anymore, he’s always been the golden boy. Always been the beacon of light. I just wanted a slice of what he had.” He looks up, his eyes are dead. “She was willing, and I just... took her. There on his desk. He’d been out for lunch with some bigwig, and I made her cum twice on my cock.” He chuckles darkly. “That’d been the first time. All the other times don’t matter, he doesn’t know about those. But he does know about the time in the craft shed. Peggy did pottery.

Had a nice little workshop, it was connected to the mansion they had. I wanted to bring her pleasure in the place where she gets frustrated often, so she’d have something else to think about. Steve caught us on the floor. A big bunch of daffodils in hand. Stupid, those weren’t even her favorites.” He was gone now, lost in memories, not even knowing he was talking. “Said he had come by to take her to lunch. That was always like Steve. Expected her to clear her schedule at the drop of a hat but never doing the same for anybody. He didn’t even get mad. He just walked away, muttering something about his office.

Peggy said she could talk some sense into him. The next day I found her in the garbage when I took out my trash.” Your sharp inhale and big eyes do nothing to catch his attention. “Steve comes strolling out of nowhere, said that she was a threat to his image. Said that I need to leave or face the same. I asked why he left me alive and he said ‘So you can remember the pain until you lay down in the ground and the mice and carrion drag your body up from its silk cocoon to feast.”

But that’s not all.” He said the last bit so quietly, it was as if he said nothing.

“What?” He’s crying now, tears are forming rivers in his eyes. “She knew. She knew he was going to be there and that’s how she wanted to go out.” Your puzzled expression makes him laugh. “Don’t know many politicians, do you? Good. Keep it that way. That day when the mail came I got a letter. From her. It said how she wanted to divorce Steve ever since he became the HOA president. But she couldn’t. He had threatened her once, just once and what he said was so blisteringly awful. And he did it. He is a man of his word, after all. He kept his damn word.”

“So...she used you as an out?” He winces. You hadn’t meant to sound like that.

“Yes.”

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Out in the diners parking lot you say goodbye to James. Wait. No, no. His name is Bucky. He’s got a green Chevy and blue eyes. Or was it red? It doesn’t matter anyway. You back out and head for the next state, ignoring the blood leaking from the tarp in your trunk. The screams have stopped. And the moon is bright.

#dark!reader x bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #mcu #marvel fic #bucky barnes x dark!reader #bucky barnes oneshot #dark!steve rogers #moongoblin marvel writes all by herself #bucky barnes x female reader

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iliumheightnights · 4 years

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Let Me Make You Proud [3] | Tony Stark x Son!Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark x Son!Reader

Summary: (M/N) is forced to face his past to save his friends and family. However, sometimes the skeletons in the closet are too much to face.

A/N: The Final part of the let me make you proud series. A long time coming too. I’ve been writing this for months and yet it still feels like I rushed it. So I’m not TOO happy with it but I hope you all enjoy it. Lots of Stark Reader stories in the future, cause I’m a ho for dad Tony and son.

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“So let me get this straight- or as straight as I can with you here. The Kree general Hala came and kidnapped all the avengers, plus Kamala and Doreen and now you’re here asking for my help?”

“Yeah that’s pretty much it.” (M/N) sat on Gwen’s beat up couch in her garage, his father next to him. The two still very much in an awkward stage.

“Also the zoo was destroyed.” Everyone looked towards PRYSM. “What? I figured that was big news too.”

“I did like that zoo. So what’s the plan? We can’t just go without a plan.”

Tony stood up. “Woah woah woah. Plan? No, there is no plan for the two of you. I’ll get with shield and we’ll save the avengers. You-” He points at (M/N) “Will go back to the tower and wait for us to come back.”

(M/N) let out a chuckle before standing up. “Tough shit. She took my friends and family. I’m coming and putting her in her place. Gwen get your things, We’ll think of a plan on the way..first we have to find the ship.”

“Oh! Oh! I scanned the ship's heat signatures during the fight. I can try my best to track it!” PRYSM spoke up, bouncing a little as they said it. “Good. We’ll need that to find it...now we just need a way to get to it…” (M/N) looked at his dad. “I KNOW the avengers have a space ship. We’ll need that.”

Tony sighed and pinched his nose before looking back at the other three. “The avengers don’t have a space ship.” The three seemed to be at a loss. “I have a spaceship. I just let them borrow it.” That immediately made the other three perk up. “I guess if I can’t stop you...I better help get us there in one piece.” (M/N) patted his shoulder. “It’s the least you could do. Alright, let’s get going then shall we?” (M/N), Tony and PRYSM moved to the garage door. “You guys go ahead. I’ll meet you at the tower. I need to get suited up.” (M/N) only nodded understanding and Tony looked confused. “Who exactly are you again?” His son quickly pushed him out of the garage. “Later, later. Let her do her thing.”

Exiting the garage the two were greeted by the sight of Happy, who seemed genuinely surprised to see (M/N). “Hey happy. Love what you’ve done to the hair.” Happy stuttered before smiling and opening the door for the boy he had known since he was born. “It’s good to see ya kid.” (Y/N) helped PRYSM into the car and hopped in. The car ride back to the tower was...intense to be sure. Tony looked like he wanted to talk to (M/N), but the boy was looking everywhere but him. PRSYM was the only one in the car really saying anything and that’s because they kept saying “oo’s and ah’s”. Happy was the one to break the silence. “So...kid. Where’ve ya been?” (M/N) smiled at him. “All over. I’ve only been back here for a couple months. My favorite place I went was Alaska. Might go back there someday.” After that the ride was quiet again. The car pulled into the tower's garage and everyone got out. Happy gave (M/N) a hug before going back to his normal routine. Tony, (M/N) and PRYSM entered the elevator and returned to the common area. Once the elevator opened Tony watched as (M/N) slowly took in the tower after the years he had been away. “I’m...I’m going to prep the ship.” Tony said before taking the elevator down a few floors to the hangar. (M/N) chuckled as the elevator doors closed. “It’s been years PRYSM and yet...he still can’t talk to me like I’m his son.” The little robot rolled up next to him. “It’s just awkward. Like you said it’s been years and he’s trying to figure out how to find the words.” The boy nodded and walked to his room.

His room was just like how he remembered it. However he noticed that dust was collecting on lots of things and it seemed like someone had been in it recently based on his journals left on his bed. He sat down on the bed and began looking through his notebooks. He looked at his old drawings and smiled, ever since he left he’s returned to drawing for himself instead of blueprints. He got lost in the books he didn’t notice when Tony entered the room. “Hey. The ships getting ready for take off we still have a bit.” He looked around the room and smiled at his son. “The rooms just like you left it. I didn’t want to mess anything up. It’s ready for whenever you’re ready to move back in.” (M/N) squinted at this. “What is this?” Tony looked at him with a confused look. “What’s what?” (M/N) stood up from the bed. “This! All of this! Are you just going to pretend like everything’s okay? That somehow after two years I’d just magically forgive you for the lifetime of neglect you put me through?” Tony was about to say something but (M/N) stopped him. “You know...I thought about what I’d say if I ever saw you again. I tried to put the words to how you made me feel...but I can’t. When I see you all I can see is how much I love you, but that I was never enough for you. When I see you, I see myself as a failure. All I ever wanted...was for you to love me like I loved you.” Tears began to form in (M/N)’s eyes. Tony closed his eyes and when he opened them he looked his son in the eyes, his own also glittering with tears. “(M/N) I know it doesn’t mean anything but-” At that moment he was interrupted by the voice of the A.I. “Sir. The ship is ready for launch.” (M/N) shook his head and pushed past his dad. “Later. We’ll talk about this after we rescue everyone.” Tony only nodded. “Yeah. you’re right.”

Walking into the hangar, (M/N) smirked at the ship. “Well, that’ll do. Now…” (M/N) typed into his phone and not long after the sound of webshooters could be heard. With a flip, Gwen landed on the hangar deck through the door wearing her spider gwen suit. “Hey guys. Ooohhh shit! Look at that!” She started freaking out over the ship. Tony was at a loss for words. “What...uh? Who are you?” (M/N) smirked. “Remember how I said I wanted one? This is Gwen, you met earlier. She has the same powers as Peter. Maybe a couple different things.” Gwen waved at him before turning back to the ship. “Well let’s GOOOO! I want to see space!” PRSYM grabbed (M/N)’s hand and pulled him toward the ship.

The ship was more like a modified quinjet able to travel space. (M/N) took the co-pilot's seat while Tony took the pilots' seat. PRYSM and Gwen got situated and Tony began the launch sequence. “You sure you want to do this?” He looked at everyone who only nodded. “Absolutely. Let’s go.” Tony let out a sigh and flew the ship out of the hangar. It wasn’t long before the ship had broke the atmosphere and the group starred out into space. “Alright PRYSM. Tell us where we need to go.” PRYSM was staring out into space. “Oh! OF COURSE!” PRYSM’s eyes lit up and a holographic map appeared. “That way!”

Tony did exactly as PRYSM instructed and it wasn’t long before Hala’s ship came into view. “Ladies, Gentlemen, and PRYSM. We’re here.” Their small ship was slowly approaching the massive one. “Okay so what’s the plan exactly?” Gwen asked. “Easy. Board the ship, rescue the avengers, Kamala and Doreen, Then blow the ship to hell and back.” (M/N) said. “As for Hala. We’ll deal with her if we have to.” His dad looked at him with concern. “That’s not much of a plan.” (M/N) crossed his arms. “Well there really isn’t anything we can plan for this. Unless you have any ideas?” Tony was about to say something but stopped when he couldn’t think of anything. “Exactly. So let’s just do our best and be careful.”

Boarding the ship was surprisingly easy. All they did was connect their to the hull and cut their way through. Once on board the group made their way towards anything that seemed like a prison ward. The hallways of the ship were...eerie to say the least. It was like any generic ship you see in scifi movies with the creepy hum of engines. “I’m detecting lot’s of life signs from not far ahead.” PRYSM said. They followed the little robot until they found themselves in a large room with many cages. They found the prison, however there was something off. “Something’s not right. Where’s all the guards at?”

“HELLLLLOOOO!? IS ANYONE HERE!?” PRYSM yelled out. “Prysm shhh!” (M/N) tried to shush them. However nothing came after they expected some retaliation, instead they heard. “Hello? Who’s there?” That was Steve! “Steve!?” (M/N) ran towards the voice and found Steve and the other avengers. “(M/N)! Tony! What are you doing here?” Prysm hacked into their cell and shut off the energy door. “Rescuing you.” Peter got off his seat and smirked. “Aren’t you a little short to be a stormtrooper?” (M/N) smirked at him. “I don’t know where you get your delusions laser brain.” Peter let out a laugh at the star wars quote. Of course Peter and (M/N) had started off rocky, but travelling made (M/N) realize it wasn’t the boy’s fault. He was tackled by someone. “(M/NNNNNNNNNNNNN!), I’m so glad to see you!” Doreen. She pulled back and (M/N) saw the look in her eyes, the worry. “They took Kamala.”

There wasn’t any time to waste. No hesitation. Once he heard Kamala was taken (M/N) started making his way towards the command center. Gwen, Doreen and Prysm followed close behind. Tony and the other avengers hadn’t even noticed they left. Typical. It really wasn’t hard to find the Command Bridge. The one with the big door on the end of the ship. “You guys ready?” Everyone got into fighting stances. “Yep.” “Yes.” “LET’S DO THIS!”

The door of the bridge was blasted open and the group rushed in. Rushing inside they found Kamala already in her own fight with Hala. “Guys!” Hala looked over and became distracted enough for Kamala to land a punch and knocked her out. “Ugh...that was a pain.” She shook out her hand and ran to her friends. “Guys! (M/N)! Gwen! You’re here!” The sound of footsteps brought the group out of their small victory. Tony and the other avengers ran in. “Oh god. You’re alright. Don’t EVER run off like that again.” Tony panicked. “It’s alright, we’re alright.” (M/N) laughed. “We’re alright for now. But Earth isn’t.” Kamala said, everyone listening to her. “She said she’s ordered the ship to head to Earth and to begin destroying anything it sees. She’s ordered it to raise the planet!” Everyone looked absolutely horrified. “How do we stop it?” Gwen asked. “What about the self destruct? There has to be one on here?” Peter asked. “IT’S BEEN TAMPERED! THE AUTO SELF DESTRUCT HAS BEEN ERASED!” Prysm shouted as they looked through the ship's computer. “There isn’t anything we can do.” (M/N) looked over the computer with Prysm. “That’s not true. The engines. We can set off a detonation and this whole place will blow. Kaboom.” Everyone agreed that sounded like the best plan. “You all get back to the ship and get out of here. I’ll set off the detonation.” (M/N) said making everyone look at him. “No. Absolutely not. I can’t lose you. I just got you back.” (M/N) shook his head. “There’s no time to argue. You all get out of here, I’ll blow this candle stick and escape on one of their ships.” (M/N) began walking towards the engine room but was stopped by Tony. “No. We’ll find another way. It’s too risky. I can send the su-” “DAD!” Tony stopped talking. “Just this once...let me make you proud.” It was then that (M/N) saw it. The love, the worry, everything he ever wanted, in Tony’s eyes. Not looking at Peter...looking at him. Tony relaxed his grip. “Okay...just come back to me. I love you.” (M/N) smiled, tears running down his face. “I love you too. Don’t worry. I don’t plan on dying.”

(M/N) made his way to the engine room, however he was stopped by a group of Kree guards. “Of course you come AFTER.” He didn’t slow down. Using his powers he lifted them up, slamming them into the ceiling then slamming them to the ground. “Welcome to Earth.” He passed them and continued to the engine room. The engine room was large and VERY loud. “Alright...explosion. That’s easy.” (M/N) ran to one of the computers that helped control the reactor. “If I set this to full power and overload that… There. That should do it.” He didn’t need to check anything because as soon as it was locked an explosion from a lower deck shook everything. “Shit. Gotta go...get off the ship, get off the ship!”

Luckily he had checked that the hangar was nearby. Arriving there he discovered all of the ships had been taken. “Great!” Another explosion shook the ship. Was this it? Was this the end? At least he stopped the ship before it could do anything to Earth. He thought of his friends. Gwen, Doreen, Kamala. The avengers, Clint. His dad. At least they were safe. Then the sound of a ship pulling into the hangar brought him out of his thoughts. The ship he arrived on was turning around and Peter and Gwen were on the ramp. “(M/N)! Come on!” Peter called out to him. He didn’t need to be told twice. He began running and used his powers to launch himself up. Peter and Gwen used their webs to to pull him in. They closed the ramp. “He’s in! Get us out of here!” Gwen shouted.

As the ship got safely away from the Kree ship, they watched as the reactor overloaded and the ship exploded into a ball of fire. “You did it. Good job...even if I wasn’t needed.” Gwen said to him. “Hey. To be fair, I thought it would be more of a fight then it actually was.” Gwen lightly punched his shoulder and went to talk to the others. (M/N) was left with Peter. “Hey…” (M/N) spoke. “Hey. Look (M/N) I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t realize tha-” (M/N) stopped him. “Pete. You’ve got nothing to apologize for. I know you weren’t trying to do anything to hurt me. In fact I should probably apologize for smashing your lego death star.” Peter grimaced at the thought. “It’s alright. I got to rebuild it so that was alright. If you’re sticking around I’d love to hang out...maybe be friends?” (M/N) smirked and patted his shoulder. “I’d like that.” Continuing through the ship. He was greeted by the avengers, each embracing him after all of these years for the first time. Clint walked up to him. (M/N) could feel his heart skip a beat. He hadn’t kept in good contact with Clint in a while and he felt bad for it, after all it was him that helped him. “H-hey Clint. It’s good to see you.” Clint glared at him making (M/N) sweat before he broke into a smile and pulled him into a hug. “Oh god...it’s so good to see you kid. You’ve grown up. It suits you.” (M/N) hugged him back. “Thanks dad.” He said in a sarcastic voice. “But for real, thank you. You really helped me discover who I am.” Clint rubbed his head. “Anytime kiddo. Now...I think someone wants to talk to you.” Clint pulled back and turned him towards Tony who was waiting for him. “Dad.” Tony didn’t say anything just quickly pulled him into a hug and held onto him tightly. After the shock wore off, (M/N) held on just as tight. “I really thought that was it. I was going to die there.” Tony let out a laugh, but there was no humor behind it. “I wasn’t about to let that happen.” He pulled back and looked his son in the eyes. “I promise you kid. I’m going to do everything I can to show you how much I love you. I can’t change the past, but I can give us a future. Please let me-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as (M/N) pulled him into another crushing hug.

“Let’s go home.”

#marvel #avengers #tony stark #tony stark x male reader #tony stark x male!reader #tony stark x son reader #tony stark x son!reader #tony stark x stark reader #tony stark x stark!reader

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keepcalm-and-beyou · 4 years

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Serial Killer Boyfriend

YoungFP x Reader

Werewolves howl, Phantoms prowl, where witches go riding and black cats are seen, the moon full and bright whispers tis Halloween.

It feels like magic in the night when you see the pumpkins light. Time for the ghouls and ghost to seek goodies, for people hoping for treats not tricks.

Halloween time in our town with pep. Everyone from school invited and some not invited to this years Spooktacular Party surely must be getting ready as i am.

🎃Now I have a story that I'd like to tell About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell! He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!🎃

As A nightmare on my street song plays on my radio I apply my lipstick and smile when the song mentions the name Fred as it makes me think of my friend Fred Andrews, i also cant help but love the nightmare on elm street movie. Freddy Kruger what an intense killer to get you in your precious dreams i hope they make more movies like that. A noise interrupted my thoughts slightly making me jump. heading towards where it had come from i look out my window to the left then right side seeing some children running around on my street dressed up in their costumes trick or treating, the street lights shinned on my street sign that read ELM STREET.

Thinking the noise must of been from those who are outside simply wanting candy i turn away from the half way open window i scream as i felt something grab my arm from where the window was i turn fast to face it seeing my boyfriend trying to climb through the window. I let a relived sigh leave my lips and step back in no mood to help him through my window but to watch his struggle he sure deserves it after that stunt.

“Thank for the help babe” FP says sarcastically while finally getting him self through my window his eyes not yet even looking really at me until he stands up straight turning to fully face where i was standing by my bedroom wall.

FP’s eyebrows raised in what looked like surprise “Wow babe, damn you look good not like that’s anything new”

“Well i tried thank you, uh what are you suppose to be, some poor victim of a serial killer stabbing, some messed up boy with mommy issues and a daddy who just doesn't seem to love him the same these days who has a issue filled girlfriend that seems so awkward all the time who probably kills his own girlfriend because ya know always some bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend, he must of watched way to many movies” I ask him as he slowly creeps closer to where i have been standing. This is when i notice the knife in his hand. It sure don’t look like the typical cheap fake ones used for such things as Halloween costumes. That makes me raise an eyebrow at the sharp metal in his hand. Fps eyes caught my reaction to his choice in accessory for his costume and he smirks getting closer to me.

“Nah babe this blood is of my victims” he smirks wider as his eyes seem to burn into mine “I’m the killer” he adds while he brings his knife up to his bottom lip resting it there.

“Shit does that mean i’m the girlfriend you want to kill for some bullshit reason” i fake seriousness.

“Hmm I think ill keep you around you look to good to ruin that tight outfit” he smirks checking me out.

“Thanks. Oh and next time use the front door you ass”

“Did i give you a fright” FP stalks even closer to just inches apart. Like he is stalking his prey. I deny that he frightened me and i lightly push him backwards from my bubble of space done with his creepy killer vibes in my bedroom and wanting to get my party on.

Walking out my front door like a normal none creepy person uses i turn to FP “Your not really gonna walk around with that legit knife are you, because that seems like big ole trouble to me”

“You have no idea” FP says quietly but loud enough to hear him. I watch as he passes by me down my steps and put the knife into a holster on his jeans.

“Wait what?” I ask confused on his statement. only for him to act as if he never heard me.

I spot a boy who looks like our friend a small ways down coming from his front lawn as we approach and it is indeed my best guy friend!

“Oh my gosh Fred i love it i absolutely approve of this years choice in costume” I say excitedly going to hug him not caring for his eyes to slightly open wider at my revealing chest area.

“You look.. uh wow yeah wow a good wow very good wow” Fred rambled

“Watch it Fred” FP warned in what seemed to be a half joke half serious threat as he slaps Fred’s check lightly and they do a quick bro hug.

“Awe my guys, my killer boyfriend and killer best friend, my Freddy as Freddy i love it, glad you didn’t go with a mask of Freddy Kruger though i prefer your pretty face” I smack Fred on the same cheek FP had done.

“I knew you would” Fred smiles.

“Okay i could use a drink and Hiram douche as rich as he is must have plenty at his party so hurry up move it along” FP says nodding his head ahead of us indicating for us to start walking that way.

Hiram Lodge, rich and rude mostly describes him. someone who many of us don’t particularly like. Fred dislikes him for many reasons one being Hermione Gomez the girl Fred was into and thought she could be the one. Until she chose Hiram and his pearls over Fred and his heart. FP dislikes him for many of the same reasons Fred does but one being Me the ex girlfriend of Hiram, I thought he could be the one until our once fun filled relationship turned into a cold one into a distant one into me choosing FP over Hiram. But hey a party with free booze is our kind of party and we got the invite well me and Fred did anyways.

Walking through the streets of Riverdale seeing all the Halloween decorations like the lights from jack-o lanterns and ghosts hanging from trees, feeling the chilling vibes of the magic that is Halloween night run through my body, the feel of a cold hand in mine making me smile at my serial killer looking boyfriend.

I watch as few children pass us by seeing the looks shared by Fred and FP raising my eyebrow at what they could be thinking then suddenly the two teenagers yell and jump forward towards the little kids scaring them making the children scream and run off. Rolling my eyes at the two men in front of me laughing like hyenas.

“Real mature boys” I say unimpressed at the child like behaviour

“Its Halloween y/n lighten up” Fred laughs

“Yeah babe its meant to be scary” FP adds

“True but no need to terrorise little kids” I shake my head at them. And continue our walk.

Nearing the house holding the Halloween party hosted by Hiram i notice some familiar faces as much as i can being with all the Halloween costumes. my eyes came upon sierra dressed as wonder woman, a perfect costume for her and her girl power woman on a mission thing she has going on. a short distance a way as well seeing tom Keller in a army costume, another typically perfect costume for the boy.

The outside of the house isn't much decorated i try to push through some of my fellow classmates with FP and Fred hot on my tail walking through the front doors. I’m impressed by what my eyes are seeing the many outstanding lights making the house look like a nightclub ready for teenagers to dance the night away, i see Halloween theme streamers and garland, hanging bats all over the roof of the house, your typical mini orange pumpkins and some painted black placed on tables, and my favourite of all the creepy images on the walls that change.

“Boy Hiram of course with all the crap” FP looks around at all the decorations as i was. “Think he’s compensating for something Fred” FP chuckles looking to Fred who’s standing next to him. Fred laughs at his best friends remark.

“No comment” I smirk barley looking towards FP to see his glare thrown my way.

“Speak of the devil” Fred nods his head to where Hiram is walking towards us. Hiram lodge strolls head high nearing us wearing a medieval king costume, it makes me want to laugh at another super typical costume for the boy who think’s he is a real king, only kind of royal he happens to be is a royal pain in the ass.

“Well well well a sight for sore eyes, in all her black beauty” Hiram steps closely in front of me with that stupid smirk and ignorant eyes. I simply fake a big smile as my only response.

“Fred” Hiram greets in a major Hiram way that doesn't sound very greeting like. so Fred does the same. My eyes moves back and fourth between the two and landing on Hiram as his eyes land on my exposed chest thanks to my Elvira costume. This doesn't go unnoticed by my serial killer boyfriend who steps in front of me chest puffed out and eyes murdering the rich man who only smirks more at the exchange.

“Ah FP Jones i do believe you were not sent an invite but by all means enjoy my humble adobe, oh but please don’t let your serpent behaviour disturb my gathering”

“Hiram” is heard from behind him of course coming from Hermione. I roll my eyes at her presence dressed as a medieval queen. “Hello glad you guys can attend” she says playing the dutiful girlfriend.

“Mhm thanks” I say in the most super fake tone i can muster up and a smile to go with it as i move past them farther into the home of the devil incarnate.

Pouring my self a much needed beverage as FP pushes some guy lightly out of his way to reach a bottle of whiskey taken the whole thing for him self.

“Are you really just gonna take the whole thing?” i chuckle

“What like he cant afford to lose out on one damn bottle y/n”

“Okay then” i let out a small sigh hoping FP doesn't get to hammered.

“Hey it saves me from having to stab someone to move out my way for a drink” FP pulls out his knife he had in his holster waving it around near our faces with a wide smile. I’m not sure if its because it Halloween that this whole dressed in blood serial killer thing is legit creepy, but hey its pretend right.

“Stop waving that thing in my face before you make me lose an eye you psycho” I tell him half jokingly. he just stares at me for a moment like contemplating on something, maybe something i said. But finally after making a clicking noise with his tongue he puts the knife back into his holster.

“Good boy” I teasingly say to him as i grab his chin giving him a kiss to his cheek.

Hand in hand we walk around for a bit saying a few hellos to some friends of mine as FP stays silent drinking from his bottle and eyeing a few people dangerously creepy. We enter the dining room seeing people including Fred playing beer pong.

“Y/n come be on my team I’m kicking Tom’s ass” Fred shouts to where i stand with FP by the entrance. FP looks annoyed at the thought but i don’t care he can brood and mood alone for 5 minutes well i kick some major Keller toosh.

“Oh Keller boy its on” i challenge as Fred cheers at my comment.

I stand tall and elegantly yet cockily toss the ping pong ball, it lands perfectly into a cup filled half way with beer in front of Tom. Tom of course drinks it. Fred and I throw a few more times ultimately winning which causes us much joy giving us the need to jump around cheering for our self’s along with others in the room, i jump into Fred’s arms smiling at our victory he spins me around laughing.

“That was awesome y/n” Fred smiles as he put me down.

“Tha-” I’m cut off by the dark voice of FP

“I thought i said watch it” he remarks dryly to Fred as Fred gives him an unsure look.

“Wow okay babe laying on the crazy tonight real hard don’t you think” I tell FP furrowing my eyebrows at the bloody boy. FP scoffs and Fred backs away slowly to leave me to deal with my crazy boo.

FP moves close to my ear and says “Nah what would be crazy is if someone losses a hand because they can’t keep them off you” and he tilts his head in that weird way like a challenging way. Then all of a sudden he’s laughing. I can’t help my face reacting as if he has gone mad.

“Let’s keep checking out the place babe” FP says in his normal tone as if he wasn't just a crazy jealous boyfriend. And put’s his arm around my shoulders.

We came across a room that seems like a second living room it looks like the teenagers in it are playing a game as they all sit in whats suppose to be a circle.

“Oh look its Y/n, care to indulge us in a game of secrets and sins” Penelope’s voice rang out. she use to be a decent human being but it seems her adopted family the blossoms have really done a number on her after she accepted to be with Clifford her adopted brother. honestly I’m unsure if its even legal.

“I don’t know about that one” I shrug not really in the mood to share a secret of any sorts.

“Are you scared to tell us something” Clifford chimes in as he is sitting next to the red headed sister girlfriend of his.

“Let’s go babe” FP grumbles in my ear. But i shake my head at his words.

“No no i’ll stay” I smile and take a seat on one of the few couches in the room that have space. FP stay’s standing by the door.

“Well that makes it your turn y/n, any sinful secrets you might wanna share” Penelope asks with a wicked smirk plastered on her face as if she already knows any secrets i may have.

“Hmm i cheated on a math test once, no that’s a lame one, uh i keyed Hiram’s car after we broke up” that last so called secret made FP chuckle. but Penelope rolled her eyes not amused by my choices of secrets.

“I have a obsession with the movie the heather's i do as well imagine poisoning my classmates, I’m sure you’ll be able to relate” i tell Penelope with a small smile. She lets out a huff still not amused.

“So that’s your big secrets? Really. I think not Elm Street girl” she says smiling at me. Causing me to raise my eyebrow. And she continues on.

“You know who else lives on Elm Street, Fred Andrews right? Your friend, your boyfriends friend” she drags on

“So do you have a point or are you just obtuse” I laugh in my head at my own joke sense obtuse is opposite of something pointy.

“Funny. You like to do a lot with that mouth of yours, like talk when know one cares to listen or make out with Fred Andrews when you think know ones looking” she smiles deviously as my eyes widen in shock.

“What?!” is heard from the door FP in fit of rage.

“Wait let me explain” I say to FP but he doesn't hear it he’s to busy pushing his way out of the bedroom door so i follow him.

“FP can you slow down what are you doing let me explain” I yell for him to hear me but all i see is him on a hunt. oh no probably for Fred. Poor Fred.

Fp reaches Fred who is in the big living room area where the drinks are and teenager’s dancing. FP grab’s Fred by his shirt throwing him into a wall swiftly reaching for his knife

‘FP no” i shout as i near the two boys.

“What the hell FP” Fred asks his best friend.

“I outta kill you boy” FP barks in Fred face now holding his knife to his throat.

“FP stop please its not what you think i swear” I plead with my now looking like a real serial killer boyfriend.

“Y/n whats going on? Why do you have a knife? wait is that a real knife FP?!” Fred asks a bunch of questions in his nervous and scared state. We all barley notice the music had turned down a bit and people were gasping and whispering amongst them self's.

“You touched my girl!” FP says lowly very low dangerously low.

Fred looks beyond shocked at the news his best friend knew. He was speechless.

“FP please let’s talk outside or in a quite room” i beg of him.

“Screw this” FP says angrily and grab’s Fred again by the shirt only to throw him into the wall once more before backing away. “You better watch out boy” FP threatens Fred. FP disappear’s into the house and I tend to Fred.

“Oh my gosh are you okay i cant believe he just went that psycho” I held onto Fred’s head looking over his neck and face for any injuries. Seeing a small cut from the knife on is neck, making me cringe at the fact my boyfriend did that.

“I’m okay y/n how did he find out?” Fred asks looking guilty

“Secrets and sins and one red headed bitch of a blossom” I remark coldly.

“I’m going to find the bathroom see if i need anything for my neck” Fred tells me as he starts to move towards the door way.

I should look for FP to tell him the truth the whole truth to that secret. The fact that it was before i chose to be with FP, it was a drunk bad judgement call right after my break up with Hiram.

Its been some time looking for FP i think its safe to say he left the party. Maybe that’s a good thing give him some space to calm down and when he wants to talk i’ll gladly talk to him. I haven't seen Fred in awhile either, if he ditched me i’m going to kill that athletic guitar playing boy. No sign of my best friend and the party has majorly died down with only a few students i barley know from school and the few i do know decently well like Sierra, Tom, Penelope and Clifford, Marty Mantle and Darryl Doiley and of course the host him self and his little girlfriend Heromine.

I look around some more for Fred so we can leave, i check anywhere i can including upstairs. I come across a room at the very end of the hall and open the door slowly “Hello anyone in here?” I ask not wanting to intrude on anyone's personal business. There’s no answer. I cant make much of what’s in the room it’s very dark until i find the nearest light switch flicking it on my eyes instantly see a body on the ground.

“Oh my god Fred?!” I move fast towards the body now seeing the crimson colour seeping through his shirt as if he has been stabbed. I couldn't control it my mouth had i mind of its own as it let out a screeching sound of horror at the sight of my best friend bleeding not a single movement made on the floor.

I stood in shock for a moment after my scream rang through the walls catching the attention of a few of my fellow classmates as they run into the room.

I hear gasps and what happened and omgs come from a few mouths as i stare eyes wide open at Fred on the ground. I see Tom get closer to Fred’s body when i snap out of my trance of horror.

“Wait don’t touch his body!” i spit out before anyone can lay a finger on the boy.

Everyone looks at me as i’m insane.

“Finger prints and moving a body is like what tampering with a crime scene and if you have your finger prints on him guess who’s a suspect of murder” I tell everyone sternly.

“We need to see if he is breathing!” Tom says freaked out.

I move closer to Fred’s unconscious body not enough to touch and tell everyone to shut the hell up so i can listen for his breathing, I hear nothing. I then put my hand in front of his nose and mouth to see if i can feel air coming from his bloody body, I can not.

“He’s not breathing guys.. he’s dead” i cry out covering my mouth in more shock. I hear little cries from the girls Heromine and Sierra.

“This can’t be happening my parents will kill me if i through a party and there happens to be a dead body laying around” Hiram sighs

“My dad is probably gonna kick my ass” I hear Marty say in a fearful tone.

“We need to call the cop’s” Tom says

“I don’t know about that” Clifford chimes in.

“What are you talking about that’s what your suppose to do, unless you killed him?” Tom shouts back at Clifford. as Clifford scoffs

“This could ruin our life’s what colleges are wanting to accept people involved in a murder” Penelope say’s.

“Was that a confession?” Darryl Doiley ask’s The red head rolls her eye’s

“Who would do this” I let tear slip from my eyes.

Everyone looks around at one another eyes scanning each other with possible thoughts that one of us killed Fred Andrews.

“Hiram. I bet it was Hiram” Penelope says smugly as always these days.

“And why would I do that?” Hiram asks in almost to good to be true calm manner. Everyone turns their heads to Penelope so she can further explain her accusations.

“Oh please you never did like the boy so much you even stole his girlfriend” she replies nodding towards Hermione who still have many tears on her face.

“Please you strike me for the killing type both you Blossom’s and your weird family” Hiram spits back to the red headed girl.

“This is so not cool guys we need to do something” Sierra says.

“Yeah like the cops’” Tom says again

“No, no cop’s, not until we figure who might have done it” Hiram speaks.

“We can all point fingers at each other but nothing proves either of us did it” I tell them hoping their madness would stop i haven't even had time to really wrap my head around the dead body of my best friend.

“What about FP” Darryl Doiley speaks up from the corner of the room he’s been hiding in sense he came in after my scream. Everyone turns to look at the Doiley boy at the same time with looks that say what about him.

“He had a knife right he held it to Fred’s throat and went all psycho doesn't that prove anything” Darryl continued

“This is true, FP did have a weapon and is well crazy” Hiram says as a matter of fact. I roll my eyes at him.

“No way he wouldn't .. I don’t think he would, oh my no no he couldn't” i say unsure in my own words that my boyfriend and Fred’s best friend would commit such a crime.

“I don’t know the look in his eyes sure showed insanity” Penelope spoke

“Y/n it might be true look at the facts he was mad at Fred, he held Fred at knife point, and threatened him. It doesn’t look good for FP” Tom states

“What doesn't look good for me” FP appears in the door way of the room giving us all a fright many of us jumping at his voice. Some of our eyes wide in fear to see him in front of us hearing us talk about him. The girls Heromine, Sierra and Penelope move further away from him as they practically huddle together, Darryl and Marty look terrified, while Hiram and Tom have no expressions on their faces, then there’s me standing in the middle of everyone beside Fred’s body not knowing what to say and trying hard to keep my face a normal looking way.

“Say hey what happened here” FP says what almost seems like a question but more of a taunt, he takes a step inside the room with his head tiled in that creepy way he does.

“Get away from us you murderer” Penelope shouts at him.

“Hmm that’s not very nice” FP smirks deviously at her as he pulls out his knife pointing it at her “You are not very nice” he tell’s her. He looks at everyone in the room ‘In fact none of you really are. Not to me that’s for damn sure” he clicks his tongue.

“Hey man we no what you did and its cool we wont say anything to anyone” Marty tells FP in hopes to get out of a killer situation. FP just laughs at the boys attempts.

“FP tell them you didn't hurt Fred i know you didn't right?” i ask my own hopes rising

“We know you killed him FP” Hiram says to him

“How do we know your not the killer? huh? you like scary movies maybe your movie freak mind lost its reality button ever think of that” FP says challenging Hiram's words. Hiram scoffs.

“Okay well if FP didn't do it and none of us did lets just call the cops” Tom says starting to walk towards the door when FP’s knife ends up nearing his face

“Na na na Keller get back” FP demands so Tom goes back to his spot by Fred’s body and near me. I look to Fred’s dead body and to FP, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me finally seeing it feeling it , that FP killed him. My eyes water as i take small slow step to FP who bares his knife still in front of him.

“Why FP.. please tell me why” I cry slowly moving toward my killer boyfriend.

“Why y/n! why!” he shouts manically making me jump. He turns to face the door he had just shut then back to me.

Suddenly FP steps to me grabbing me by my throat facing me to everyone has his grip is tight on my neck keeping me in place close to him.

“Listen FP” Sierra says trying to defuse the ticking bomb

“No you listen you little bitch! Anyone moves and ill be happy to see what your insides look like. Takes the strength of a man to gut someone ya know” FP barks

“You all and your privileged life’s, you northsiders think your so better then everyone else!” FP shouts and his grip gets even tighter on my throat making me whimper. “Not anymore” FP drags his knife on my face as he speaks but not hard enough to cut into my skin.

“We are sorry i’m sorry we all are sorry!” Sierra shouts

“You don’t have to do this FP let y/n go” Tom says calmly reaching his hand out

“Let her go FP” Hiram says more demanding

“Please FP you don’t have to hurt anyone” Heromine chimes in

“Oh my ” Penelope mumbles

“Dude come on please” Darryl cries out

“We’re sorry dude” Marty says but not enough meaning to believe it.

“If any of us made you feel less then us we are sorry if any of us picked on you we are sorry or if we made fun of you FP” Sierra speaks again apologising for everyone. And everyone’s voice rings out say yes and yeah’s agreeing to what she had said in fear for their life’s.

“Nah” FP says then quickly spins me to face him and send’s his knife into my stomach instantly my hands go to the wound i feel the wet substance and my knees hit the floor as horror painful sounds escape my lips everyone runs to me as i turn around best i can hands red and dripping, the girls faces wet with tears the guys faces filled with horror i take one last look at my stomach hand covering it again.

“Gotcha” my head snaps up to everyone as i smile wide

“Really I’m dead no one calls the cop’s ” Fred says from the floor with his face looking towards us all.

“What?!” everyone shouts with wide eyes and still horrified yet shocked faces all around.

“Good job FP” Fred smiles getting up from the floor. “Man that’s tough playing dead for that long so glad no one saw me breathing when i needed to”

“You did great man” FP smiles

“But the blood” Hermione asks

“Corn syrup” I reply with a smile

“You are all seriously insane” Sierra says

“That was not funny” Hiram adds sternly

“Holy heck thank god” Tom sighs of relief

“I can’t believe you guys” Heromine says shaking her head in dismay.

“Not cool” Marty adds

“You had us all going” Penelope says in boredom

“Yeah” Clifford adds not making eye contact with anyone probably embarrassed that he got fooled.

“Well can’t say you guys didn’t deserve it” FP smiles a normal smile not a creepy one at last.

“Happy Halloween guys” Fred smiles

“I got me one hot serial killer boyfriend” I put my arm around FP’s waist as his arm goes around my shoulder.

“Happy Halloween” FP and i say at the same time to everyone.

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Little Sister

Prompt: You’re the younger sister of Loki and Thor. You just so happen to be dating Peter Parker right under their noses.

Warnings: smut, language

Being the little sister of two the most well-known Gods, had its ups and downs. You had two personal bodyguards, but those bodyguards often tended to get very over-protective and intrusive. You loved them both with your whole heart, but damn did they annoy the shit out of you at times. Privacy was never something they liked to give you, even after both Frigga and Odin discussed with them that you were a growing girl. You needed a certain amount of privacy. The talk took effect for about a week and then your brother's returned to scaring off possible lovers and even friends.

They had decided to bring you to Midgard with them, wishing to show you other realms and have you train with some of the most skilled people they knew. You had been ecstatic about moving to Midgard, excited to meet the mortals that your brother's considered to be their second family. The team had welcomed you with open arms, immediately treating you as if you were their own sister. All of them were protective of you, but Natasha and Wanda had helped set a few boundaries for the men. Your brothers finally began to give you little space and let you have your privacy. Neither of them were constantly by your side anymore, they weren't worried about where you were or what you were doing 24/7, anymore. In your new-found freedom, Tony had introduced you to Peter. The two of you hit it off instantly, both of you just clicked with each other. It wasn't long before an innocent friendship turned a little more serious. Unbeknownst to your brothers and the rest of the team.

In Asgard Loki, and Thor were very scary when it came to boys and the idea of courting. They were always the first to argue when the idea of a courting ball or introducing you to a possible future husband was thrown out. You were their little sister, their brotherly protectiveness always kicking in. They had adored since you were born, promising their Mother that they would always protect you. As one may have noticed, they had kept their promise and possibly taken it a bit too seriously.

When you and Peter began dating, the two of you decided to tell no one, except for May, Natasha, and Wanda. Those three women were the only ones the both of you trusted with your secret. You loved your brothers dearly, but you knew as soon as they found out about you and Peter, their old ways would come back. Quite possibly those old habits may become even worse if they knew about your current relationship.

So far you had been able to keep the relationship a complete secret from all the guys on the team for about 5 months. For a team that had spies, super-soldiers, an overly intelligent scientist, a billionaire genius, and two Norse Gods, you would have thought someone else would have caught on by now. Yes, you and Peter were careful of how you interacted with each other around everyone else, but there were still some obvious signs. You may have not been sucking each other's faces in front of the men of the team, but there were lingering glances, longing touches, and the time you two spent together, would most likely out the relationship if anyone else saw how you acted with Peter. The only person who was a little suspicious of you and Peter was Loki, but you brushed it off as him just being protective.

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You trudged out of the elevator, sleep still hanging on your body. You wore a baggy hoodie and pair of boxers that you told everyone you had bought, but in actuality, you had stolen them from Peter. Fuzzy socks covered your feet, keeping them warm against the marble floor. As you made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by the sweet smile of your boyfriend, Peter. He a bowl of cereal laid in front of him, as he stood at the counter.

"Morning Peter." You yawned, passing him. Opening one of the cupboards to grab yourself a cup, you took a quick glance around the floor.

"Babe, we're alone," Peter chuckled as he turned around to face you. Setting the cup down, now reassured that the two of you were alone, you wrapped your arms around his neck and put your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss, as he placed both his hands on each of your hips.

"I missed you last night, where were you?" You pouted, pulling away from the kiss, but leaving your arms draped around the back of his neck. You had noticed his normal sleep attire of sweatpants and an old, ratted hoodie. You knew he slept at the tower last night and usually, when he does, he sneaks up to your room and spends the night with you.

"I tried, but Loki was like patrolling the halls. Every time I tried to get out, there he was. I'm pretty sure he thinks I have a UTI, because of how many times I told him I was just going to the bathroom." Peter breathed out, making you laugh a little. Though a little worry set in the back of your mind, what was Loki up to? What did he know?

"Make it up to me tonight?" You gave him a devilish smile, as you slid one hand down his body, stopping on his clothed package. You slowly palmed him through his sweatpants, watching as he eyed you dangerously.

"Of course," He smirked back at you, setting his hands on your ass. As you continued to palm his now hardening member, as he groped your ass aggressively. Both of you had a small case of sexual frustration since it had been a week since Peter and you had gotten down to business.

The ding of the elevator separated the two of you in a mere second, you went to fill your cup with water, as Peter began to eat his cereal once again as he scrolled through his phone. Tony and Steve entered the room, Tony already showered and Steve sweaty from his morning workout. Both of them distracted by their conversation, not bothering to give you two a second glance as they passed, heading towards the living room area. After the two men had passed you, Tony slowly came back. He was still facing the direction he been walking in previously, but retraced his step stopping across from you and Peter. You stood next to Peter now, both of you raised your eyes to meet Tony's as he turned around to face the two of you.

"Why you wearing those?" Tony questioned pointing at your pants, your heart froze and Peter mindlessly looked down at your choice of pants. His body tensed next to yours as he realized you were wearing his boxers.

"Their mine." You blurted out.

"I didn't ask that, but now I know they're actually his. I knew those looked familiar anyways, but thanks for the confirmation." Tony pointed from you to Peter and then back to the boxers you were in.

"You can't tell anyone, please Tony."

"How do you know those are mine?" Peter questioned.

"Uhm, secrets are hard and who do you think does your dirty laundry? Do you think your dirty clothes just magically disappear?" Tony asked sarcastically, "But I will keep my mouth shut, as long as no one gets pregnant."

"No need to worry, Natasha was sweet enough to get me on the pill." You offered, relief washing over your body. You knew Tony wouldn't tell your brothers on purpose, but he was known for having a bit of a big mouth.

After the little encounter with Tony, both of you became even more secretive. You constantly apologized to Peter for wearing his boxers and panicking under pressure. However, Peter being Peter he assured you multiple times that it was okay. For the next couple of days the two you kept your distance a little bit, hoping that Tony would forget about the whole situation. Unfortunately, Tony made it his mission to secretly tease the two of you about the relationship in front of everyone. Though he made sure to make comments that people wouldn't catch on too.

"So, Y/N you seeing anyone lately? Y'know, like romantically? Ya got your eye on any particular boy? Cause I heard Peter's single, so he's always an option." Tony rambled, as he walked into the living room. You and Loki were reading, while Thor and Clint sat on the opposite couch watching whatever was on tv. You closed your eyes, annoyance taking over.

"I'm not really looking for a relationship right now." You mumbled, trying to keep the annoyance you were feeling a secret. As soon as Tony had mentioned you being in a relationship, both of your brothers were quick to tune into the conversation. Loki gave Thor a questioning look and then turned towards Tony, who now stood in the kitchen.

"Y/N has no interest in boys right now, she need not worry about it anyway," Loki spoke up, waiting for you to nod in agreement. Thor was quick to agree but added in his thoughts.

"Well, to be honest brother, I would rather our little sister be interested in the tiny spider-boy rather than a stranger. We know where the skinny boy lives." Thor chuckled, Loki shrugging as it was a valid point. You rolled your eyes, as you pushed yourself off the couch.

"Well I'm gonna leave and I'm asking you nicely, please stop talking about my love life. You are all grown men, find yourselves, someone, before you discuss someone for me." You stated as you walked into the elevator. A chorus of 'heys' followed as the doors began to shut, Clint laughing as he commented that he already had a wife.

"I've got Pepper!" Tony yelled in a matter of fact tone, leaning over the counter to look at you.

"Oh please, everyone is still trying to figure out whether or not she is just a very realistic, robotic, sex-doll," Loki added, the argument that came after was completely silenced as the elevator began to move.

You let out a relieved breathe, happy to finally be away from Tony and your brothers. That was only one of the many times that Tony had made comments like that and you knew, Loki was slowly catching on. Thor was still obviously oblivious, as always.

You avoided everyone the rest of the day, sticking to your room. You texted Peter around 5 that you wanted to see him and you both agreed on sneaking into the living room around 10 and watching a movie together. Neither of you were feeling very risky currently, so you both planned on watching a comedy movie later. As always, you took a shower just before you went down to meet Peter. You shaved, everywhere, you put on Peter's favorite lotion of yours and some grey comfy shorts that sat just a little higher than they should. You couldn't help yourself, as you decided to go commando and no bra, with an oversized sweatshirt.

Both of you met in the living room around 10, knowing if anyone came in it wouldn't look like anything more than just two friends watching a movie. You let Peter pick the movie, as you grabbed two blankets. You two would definitely be sharing one, but you grabbed the other to make it look like you guys had two separate ones. You settled next to Peter, your shoulder's touching. Peter gently held your hand, his thumb rubbing the top of yours under the blanket.

Not even 20 minutes into the movie, Peter had managed to slip his hand from yours and place it on the inside of your thigh. You responded knowingly, as you untucked your legs from under you, widening them just enough. Peter pulled the blanket up just a little bit more, to hide his growing hard-on and the placement of his hand. Every time Peter moved his hand further up your thigh, he would glance over at you every time to make sure you were okay with what he was doing. You would meet his eyes only for a second, to give him the 'go-ahead' and then turn your attention back to the tv.

You could feel yourself, becoming wetter each time he would move his hand. Butterflies formed in your stomach, as he got closer and closer to your center. You moved your hips just slightly, motioning for him to just touch you already. He gave you a cocky smirk, as he slipped his hand up your shorts, realizing you had no underwear on.

"You planned on this, huh?" He teased, as he slowly began to massage your clit. You gave him a mischievous smile, as you turned your head towards him. He watched as your smile, turned into a look of pleasure as he began to add a little pressure.

You couldn't help yourself and moved so you now straddled him. He readjusted himself and then guided you down onto the bulge that sat trapped in his black joggers. You immediately set your lips on his, not even bother to wait for permission you let your tongue slip into his mouth. As your tongue explored his mouth, you slowly began to grind yourself onto his boner. The slight friction exciting you and the small groan that left Peter's mouth fueled you to keep going. Peter gripped your hips hard, lifting you slightly off of his lap. You had a knee on both sides of his lap holding you up, as he kept his lips on yours. Your hands sat on either side of face cupping him, he only stopped the kiss for a second to wet two of his fingers. He instantly connected with your lips again as he led his hand back down to your core once again.

A small gasp escaped your lips, as you felt Peter slowly slip a finger inside of you. You thanked god for letting you remember to wear loose shorts and no underwear. He slowly pumped one finger in and out as you deepened the kiss.

"Y/n, Peter? Mr. Stark would like me to remind you two that there are security cameras in the living room." Jarvis's voice scared the shit out of both you, as you pushed your self off of Peter and to the side. You quickly grabbed the blanket pulling it up to make sure everything was covered. You mentally slapped yourself as you had completely forgotten about the cameras, as you tried to catch your breath.

As you and Peter sat there slightly annoyed, trying to calm your breathing, the elevator doors opened. In came Thor, Loki, Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Peter and you made eye contact as you saw who exited the elevator, both of you now silently thanking Tony. He must have known you two were in the living room and as a precaution he sent Jarvis. Thank all the gods that he did.

"Well, hello sister and boy." Loki referred to you in a loving tone and Peter or 'boy' in a slightly disgusted one. You gave him a small smile, while Peter gave an awkward wave. The tension in the air seemed thick to you and Peter, as the questioning looks from Bucky, Steve, and Sam hit the two of you. Half of the team came and joined the two of you on the couches in the living room. Sam sitting next to Peter and Bucky next to you. Steve, Thor, and Loki took seats on the two other couches in the room.

"So what are we watching?" Thor asked, looking to you expectantly. You let out an annoyed huff, as you pushed yourself off the couch and walked off. Accidentally leaving Peter who looked at your back begging for help, as he sat under one of the blankets his member still hard. "What? Was it something I said?"

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Last night you had been interrupted by your brothers, while you and Peter were cuddling, rather intensely. You woke up today around 9 and texted Peter to meet you in the stairwell as soon as he got to the tower that morning. You had apologized multiple times for leaving him with a boner in front of everyone, but you had gotten overly frustrated. You were determined to make it up to him.

"So why here?" He questioned as he walked up to one of the many sets of stairs.

"No one takes the stairs and there should be no way we get interrupted this time."

"Interr-" Before he could question anything else, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips onto him. His hands found your hips right away, making sure to set them under your shirt so he could feel your bare skin. He slowly guided you backward until your back was against the wall, one his hands immediately finding it's way into your sweatpants. Lucky for him, underwear had never really been something you favored much.

Peter slipped his hand down to your core, running his middle finger up and down your folds. His finger was immediately soaked in your wetness, as you were already dripping for him. Without hesitation, he shoved his index finger deep inside of you. You gasped breaking the kiss, letting Peter attach his lips to your neck. Grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady, you moaned as he slipped a second finger inside of you. Sucking your neck, as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He then removed his mouth from your neck once he was satisfied with the marks he had left, watching intensely as your face was covered in pure pleasure.

"These are just my fingers, you want something better?" He asked, his eyes were dark with lust. He waited for you to answer as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them when he went as deep as he could. You felt your legs begin to shake, but you wanted him to fuck you before you came. You nodded eagerly, as you gripped the sides of your pants slipping them off. Peter wasted no time, simply pulling his joggers and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing member. You stared at it hungrily, but before you could drop to your knees, he had spun you around. He shoved your face towards the wall and pulled your hips our towards him, kicking your feet apart as he lined himself up. Peter could be so gentle and sweet when it came to sex, or he could be rough and demanding.

"Peter please, I need you to fuck me." You whined as he slid his tip up against your folds.

Without uttering a word, he quickly shoved himself balls deep inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, all concern for being quiet forgotten. He moaned as he entered you, the way you hugged him and the warmth, he could have cum right then and there. But it had been a little while since he had been inside of you, so he planned on making this last. He held your hips tight as he began to thrust in and out, watching as you braced yourself against the cold wall of the stairwell. Your moans of pleasure filled his ears, only pushing him to fuck you harder and faster.

"Fuck," He grunted as he continued to fuck you as hard as possible, he made sure to pull out as far as he could and then plunged himself back inside of you, as deep as he could go. He hit all the right spots, as he pounded you from behind. Just as his thrusts began to become sloppy, he pulled out of you completely. You went to complain, but before you could he had spun you to face him and picking you up from under your ass, he set your back against the wall and slipped back inside of you. Both of you moaning at the sensation of filling you up once again.

"Oh Peter," You moaned your hands in his hair and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your eyes closed in pure pleasure. He watched proudly as your breasts bounced within your shirt with each thrust, a smirk covering his face as your moans filled his ears. He loved the way you looked when he fucked you.

"God, I love the way you say my name," He grunted, thrusting deep within you. He closed any space that had sat between the two of you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. Your breathing was hard and fast, as you felt his cock bring you closer and closer to your edge. "Cum on my dick."

The sound of his gentle voice, saying suck vulgar things helped you reach your high. Your screams helping Peter to reach his. His pumps became sloppy, but he continued to keep himself buried deep inside of you. You rode out your high on his final thrusts.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Peter moaned breathlessly as he pumped every bit of his seed inside of you. His thrusts slowed, but he continued to ride out his high as he continued to pump into you as deep as he could go. For at least a minute, the two of you sat with Peter still inside of you trying to calm your breathing down. With one final kiss, Peter gently slid out of you and set you down. Laughing quietly as you gripped onto him, your legs feeling like jelly.

"I'm definitely going to be feeling this later today," You breathed out, as you let go of your boyfriend. He smiled at you, as he pulled his pants up to cover himself. Helping you to balance as you put your sweats back on. You were both were sweaty and looking disheveled, but decided you could just tell people you had been training or running around.

You both slowly made you way up the stairs to the kitchen, the hunger setting in your stomachs. Walking out of the stairwell, you were greeted by the whole team who sat around the living room or in the kitchen. Natasha and Wanda, hiding small laughs as they knew exactly what had just taken place. Tony giving you two a narrowed glance, his eyes following the both of you. The rest of the team simply threw small hi's or good mornings your way, thinking nothing of you two exiting the stairwell on your phones.

You sat on the stool across from Loki and Thor, as they both sat talking while eating their breakfast. Peter stood near you as you both continued to go through your phone. Your breathing had finally calmed, once you greeted your brothers. Almost instantly, you caught Loki's eye. He was staring at you hard, but it wasn't your eyes he was looking at.

"What's on your neck." He hissed, your heart froze as you had forgotten about the hickeys Peter had left. Immediately, Thor was attentive and staring at your neck as well. As if planned, both of your brothers flicked their eyes towards Peter, who stood frozen in fear.

"Run," I whispered quickly.

"I'm running now," Peter stated awkwardly as he darted for the stairs, Loki and Thor hot on his tail.

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years

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GF - Worth It

My half of an art-trade with @calista-222. I hope you like it! They were cool with pretty much anything but then suggested a Stan O’ War fic and I just had to go for it! I love seeing how the Kings of the Sea are doing out on their dream boat!

If any of you are interested in an art-trade, hit me up! More information can be found here!

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Stan opened his eyes, but it took him a minute or two to truly wake up, and then a few more minutes to figure out what woke him. His back was sore, but that wasn’t what pulled him from his slumber. There was no disturbing light or sounds. No storm that rocked the boat and no sense of incoming danger.

An echo of voices. It wasn’t fair to call it a nightmare, because there was no “plot” and no real fear, just a lurching feeling that something was wrong, a deja vu feeling from the end of summer.

“It’s me! Grunkle Stan, it’s me!”

“It’s all gone.”

“I KNOW my grunkle is in there somewhere!”

“Stan has no idea, but he did it. He saved the world. He saved me.”

“We saved the world, but what’s the point?”

“... you’re our hero, Stanley.”

Stan sighed to himself. Many other voices had plagued his sleep, but those stuck out. He can still remember what he was thinking and feeling that day. First, confusion. Just mild confusion with no real panic. Then a bizarre what-did-I-walk-into feeling, like he was invading something private. When the stranger in the suit hugged him he automatically felt compelled to do something, but he had no idea what and no one was asking him to do anything. That wasn’t true; they were begging him to remember. But remember what? Did he forget something important, like an item at the grocery store, or a task he had to accomplish? It didn’t seem likely, all he really knew was his own name, and that was only because everyone around him called him that. Then when they were in the house he finally felt comfortable, the first real feeling like he belonged, and then right before Waddles jumped on him he had a strong sense of regret, but for what?

It was no wonder that by the end of the day he was exhausted and fell asleep with his family clinging onto that old armchair. Forget fighting an unholy demon, that rollercoaster of emotions was enough to knock anyone out cold for days.

Stan, now fully recovered and with all of his memories (all of the important ones, anyways), still occasionally had to live with the consequences of his actions, like unpeaceful night of sleep and the sickening feeling that his family’s suffering was partly his fault. Sure, Sixer made a deal with the triangle in the first place, and yes Mabel traded the rift away, and yeah okay Stan only agreed to it because he believe it was the only way (and because it was just too easy), but the fact that he caused those kids and his brother so much pain really stinks.

Oh well. What was it that Ma used to say? No use crying over spilt milk? Hm, milk. Stan threw off his covers and decided to get up and have a midnight snack. He popped his back and then glanced up at the bunk bed above him, then shook his head when he found the bed empty; Ford was elsewhere on the Stan O’ War II. Stan slipped on his slippers and pulled on his robe before leaving the small bedroom for the main area on the boat, the living room, dining room, and kitchen all in one small, confined space.

Sure enough, sitting at the dining table with books and journals before him was his nerdy twin brother, with an empty cup of joe by his side. Most of the light came from the moon outside, leaking in through a window, and a bright lantern on the table. Ford looked up at him and gave him a concerned look. “Everything alright, Stanley?”

The old conman shook his head. “Yeah, just gettin’ a midnight snack.” He opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk, checking to make sure it was still fine to use before fishing out the pot to heat it up. “Want some warm milk?”

“Thank you, but no thank you. I’m in the middle of a good train of thought and I would rather not disturb it with drowsiness that would lead to sleep.”

“Geez, Poindexter, you do know that humans need sleep to, I dunno, not end up dead, right?”

Ford chuckled and wrote something down in his journal. “Yes, I know. I swear, once I finish this I’ll go to bed.”

Stan just smiled and whisked the milk in the pot. “Fine, whatever. But if I have to pull your sorry butt outta the Arctic ocean again, you’re gonna…” The younger twin was interrupted by a distant cellphone ringing, a cheerful tune. He hurried back to the bedroom with his brother closely behind him. It sounded like Mabel was calling and she might need help. Just in time, Stan picked up his phone from the nightstand and answered it, putting it on speaker so Ford could listen. “Mabel, pumpkin?”

“Hi, Grunkle Stan!” Her cheerful voice rang.

Stan could breathe a little easier. He and Ford heard from those kids at least three times a day via text messages, e-mails, and phone calls, but usually their calls weren’t at three in the morning. “Hey there, sweetie. Whatcha up to?”

“Nothing, just missed my favorite old guys in the whole world.” Mabel said, and it sounded like she was being honest. No nightmares and she needed counselling, no bad boys giving her grief, no girls making fun of her. She truly was calling just to call.

“We missed you too, pumpkin.��

“Hello there, Mabel.” Ford called as they walked back to the main room to make sure the milk wouldn’t burn. “Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah! Waddles got to come to school today! My art classes needed a good muse and I volunteered Waddles! He got to roll around in front of the whole class and just be cute while he painted and sketched or whatever everyone felt like doing, and he loved it! Our teacher even gave him potatoes! He had so much fun!”

“Course that fat, naked jerk would love all that extra attention.” Stan sneered as he whisked some honey into the milk. “How’s your folks liking him?”

“Dad loves him! Says he makes the perfect football-buddy! Mom was unsure about him at first, but now he follows her around and she likes him enough. Kinda like someone else I know who claims to hate him but actually really really loved him.”

“No idea what you’re talking about. How are your parents?”

“They’re fine. Busy. Dad’s working on this new TV show about a boy with magical powers and alien stepmoms, and Mom’s really busy at the hospital. It’s mostly been Dip-Dip and I and Waddles here.”

“Mabel!” A voice interrupted her from afar. “Do you know what time it is?!”

“It’s only seven, Dipper, relax.”

“That means it’s three in the morning for them!”

Mabel gasped as she realized her mistake. “I thought you said eight hours back, not forward! I’m sorry, guys!” She said to her great-uncles. “I’m sorry I woke you up!” She was worried that she had scared them or had bothered them from a goodnight’s sleep.

“Nah, we were awake, sweetie, don’t worry about it.” Stan reassured her. “Don’t you ever apologize for calling, okay? I’m always happy to hear from you, no matter what time of day.”

“Well, okay. If you're sure.”

“We’re sure, my dear.” Ford added. “Is your brother there?”

“Yeah! Hold on… DIPPIN’ SAUCE!” It sounded like Mabel was running towards him and soon her end of the line was on speaker, too.

“Hey guys, sorry, I told Mabel…”

“Dipper, get off her back.” Stan chuckled. “It’s like I told her, I don’t want any of you little gremlins to ever say sorry for calling, okay?”

Dipper was grateful that his uncles couldn’t see his reddening face. “Okay. So… uh, how was Galway?”

“Oh, it was beautiful!” Ford answered; he took the phone from Stan so he could work on the milk safely and he sat at the table. “You kids would have found it breathtaking! The architecture of the town was gorgeous…”

“The Galway Girls were prettier.” Stan added in.

Ford chuckled. “Yes, apparently Stan managed to charm a handful of ladies there, one inn-keeper in particular took a fancy to him.”

“Took a fancy, what year is it, ya nerd, 1886?”

The kids laughed at the other end. “Did you find any selkies or mermaids?” Mabel asked; ever since Ford told her about selkies she had her heart set on seeing one.

“No, not yet.” Ford said. “But I promise that when we meet one we will let you know.”

“Do you honestly think selkies are real?” Dipper asked. “I mean they’re not like sirens or any other species that has been discovered; it’s a species entirely dependent on magic.”

“Magic is nothing more than science we can’t explain, Dipper. I’m sure that there is, at least, a possibility of selkies existing. Now, a bit off topic perhaps, but tell us about the robotic club. You said you’re working on a recreation of an old robot from an 80s movie?”

Dipper and Mabel happily chatted about their day while their uncles listened. Stan, a few minutes later was leaning against the counter with a mug of warm milk in his hands. He sipped his beverage as he watched Ford listen attentively, the phone on the table, the picture of Mabel and Dipper lighting up the tiny screen. Despite everything, Stan smiled contently, knowing that if he had to do it all over again he would.

#GF #gravity falls #ford pines #stan pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #fanfiction #gift #calista-222 #art trade #hit me up if ya wanna do one

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sparklyricee · 4 years

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Episode 1a: Honeymoon Phase....Ugh!

It’s been about a month since the two dimensions collide. Earth and Mewni were one, and magic was successfully destroyed. Everyone was together, although people were still getting used to seeing monsters, walking around their neighborhood and there being four moons instead of one, things were starting to come together little by little.

A group of four teenagers were sitting at a table at Britta’s Tacos, having their weekly lunch together. At one end there was Tom, eating his taco with the hot sauce he puts on every bite.Janna sitting next to him, almost done with her’s and looking annoyed at the other two sitting on the other side of her. Star and Marco, wrapping their arms around each other and giggling.

Sure, Janna wasn’t being bitter about their relationship, it was just that they were doing this since they got here. Janna eyed Tom, who as well tried not to looked annoyed, putting on a fake smile and tried to make conversation.

“So uh..is there anything planned for today? Going to the movies or maybe play board games?” Tom asked. He really couldn’t of anything that the four of them could do without someone complaining or getting bored.

“Well, actually Star and I were gonna go to the zoo..I guess we should’ve told you we were going on a date later.” Marco explained.

“Oh no no! Don’t worry about it, Janna and I were just uhh.. Gonna go explore a bit and just wanted to know if you guys were free.” Tom said putting his hand on Janna’s shoulder.

This made Janna more irritated, not only there was physical contact she wasn’t expecting, but..he was lying, big time. Janna decided to keep her mouth shut since she promised herself that she would be nicer this year, but boy, this was going to be difficult.

“Oh well, okay! That works out then. We do feel bad that we didn’t tell you..” Star said before finally taking a bite of her taco.

“No, it’s okay. It all worked out so there’s no worries. Right Janna?” Tom said looking down at the filipina girl. He still had a nervous fake smile on his face, he knew this was a really...awkward situation. Especially since Janna didn’t not like being touched. She still didn’t look too happy. “Hands off dude.” She said. Tom quickly does so.

“Well, it’s almost 1:30, so I guess we better get going.” Marco said to Star as he crumpled up his wrapper and other trash he had. Star decided to take her taco with her for on the way. “ We’ll catch you guys later!” Star said as they both walk away from the demon and the bluenette.

“See you guys later! Have a good time!” Tom said waving them goodbye.

As soon as they weren’t hearing distance, Tom sighed heavily and rested the side of his face on his hand. “ Ya know, I’m as irritated as you are, but you could’ve at least TRIED to look happy for them.” Tom said.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to lie. They’ve been going on dates and leaving early to do things together ever since they’ve become an item.”Janna complained.

Tom sighed again. “I know,they’re in their ...Honeymoon Phase.”

“Ugh, well, I guess I’m finished with this now..Are we actually gonna do something or did you just not want them to feel bad..?” Janna asked.

“Well, both kinda..Did you have anything in mind?” Tom answered.

“Well, you did say something about exploring this place a bit. That could be fun.” Janna said finishing up her taco. Tom finished his and crumpled up his wrapper. The two don’t normally hang out much. They seem to still butt heads with their different behaviors. But it was worth another shot since the last time the two of them hung out they were almost killed by a giant monster bird.

“Oh, okay! Well I guess it’s settled then. Let’s go see what’s new around here!” Tom said standing up.

This was gonna be an interesting time for the both of them.

On the walk to..wherever they decided to go, it was a kind of awkward since again, they don’t really hang out much and don’t really have a lot to talk about. Not making it any better that they’re both socially awkward and striking up a conversation with someone you don’t know that well is nearly impossible.

However, Tom takes the leap of faith and tries to start one.

“Sooooo, how’s life treatin’ you?” Tom asked awkwardly. Janna gave him a “are you serious?’ face.

This wasn’t starting well.

“It’s fine, I guess.” She said. Her face didn’t show it, but she was also having trouble finding something to talk about. She didn’t dislike Tom, she had no reason to. He was a cool dude, but man he was almost as bad at starting conversations as she was. She kinda felt bad.

They started their way towards the monster castle where Star’s room was still visible. Janna’s heart dropped when she looked in that direction, for various reasons. But to distract her from her thoughts she had to think of something to talk about.

“What do you think Meteora’s title would’ve been if none of this happened?” Janna asked. This caught Tom by surprise, he didn’t expect her to ask something like that. Then again, she was very invested in Eclipsa’s family and history so maybe he shouldn't be.

“Uh well, maybe like..Meteora the Returned? Since ya know, she was technically a lost princess at first.” He said.

“Yeah, that does make sense.” She said. Tom was relieved that there was an attempt, but still was a bit of an uncomfortable silence after that. He started to worry that if she was mad at him or if she felt pressured to hang out with him again. Even though she was in the same position, but he didn’t know that. He can’t read minds, let alone there’s no magic for that to happen.

“Dude, check it out.” The bluenette gasped pointing at a house figured shadow. Yes, of course she finds something mysterious and creepy to explore. Before he knew it she bolted towards the shadow and almost lost where she was.

“Hey! Wait up!” Tom exclaimed starting to run after her.

“Ah! Look how cute those pandas are!!” Star exclaimed. The pandas were sitting in their caged area, eating bamboo. They really didn't have to do much more than be adorable. “Yeah, too bad there aren’t many of them left.” Marco said sadly.

There was a few seconds of silence until Star turned to Marco frowning. “Marco...I really do feel bad for not telling them. It just feels like we ditched them.” Star said.

“Yeah...It kinda does feel that way doesn’t it? But it seemed like they had plans anyways?” Marco said while taking pictures of the pandas. “Yeah but, we do this..a lot. Like we leave to do our own stuff when we’ve promised both of them that we would all hang out more.” Star explained.

Marco put his phone down and looked at Star. They didn’t really think about it that way but, Star was right. It does seem like they ditch them a lot. Realizing this felt like a mental slap to the face, and why did they just realize this?

Marco put his hand on Star’s shoulder. “Maybe we should talk to them about it when we’re done then.” He said with a little smile. Star smiled back. “Yeah, I feel like that would be the right thing to do.” She said.

They intertwined their fingers together and continued their zoo date.

This house in the depths of a creepy forest. The trees were moldy and dark purple goo was dried up in certain areas of the branches. Tom found the house they were looking at. It seemed really poorly built with all the wood being crooked and off white paint chipped and parts of it put on unevenly. Windows were mostly shattered and even had mold on it as well on the frames. Seemed like a typical old abandoned house, now the issue was is that Janna was nowhere to be found.

“Janna?” Tom called out. Maybe he shouldn’t be so loud. Maybe that might set off some trap or some crazy person might come out of nowhere and try to kill him. Tom kept walking in circles and started tensing up. What if he couldn’t find her? What if she was kidnapped and didn’t realize it? What would he do then?

His mind started running with worrisome thoughts, to the point where his heart started racing and breathing heavy. He can hear his heart pound so loudly it was too loud..

“Hey.”

“AHH” Tom yelled and whipped around to see who it was. Almost gave him a heart attack.

It was Janna, standing there right in front of him.

“Dude where did you go? I’ve been looking for you everywhere?” Janna complained.

Tom looked at her in shock. “What do you mean?! You darted off and I tried catching up to you and then you were gone!”

“Tom, I did not go that far- YOU ran passed me when I slowed down for you to catch up!” Janna raised her voice.

“Janna, I saw you right in front of me the whole time until you just..suddenly disappeared.” Tom said more concerned.

There was definitely something fishy going on in this forest. Janna swore on her life that she slowed down for him to catch up. Realizing this made her suspicious. “Dude I swear I stopped for you.” She said.

Tom was starting to realize this himself. Usually if Janna was pulling a stunt she would’ve admitted it by now. Or wouldn’t look so worrisome herself.

“Look, let’s just skim this house and bounce out of here. Something’s weird about this forest.” Janna said as she started to walk off. “Wait!” Tom exclaimed. “We need to stay close, I have a feeling this forest is trying to seperate us for a reason.”

Janna opens the door to the old moldy house. There wasn’t much but a table, stove, and a dirty bathtub. Again they planned on not staying there for long so looked over everything as quickly as they could. There wasn’t really anything to investigate and they dared not to look in the other two rooms in the hallway. However, Janna did come across something on the table.

“It looks like bits of pages of a book.”She said handing one of the pieces to Tom. He knew he couldn’t take a good look at it so he shoved them in his pants pocket. Janna froze for a moment. There was something painfully familiar with what she was looking at. She couldn’t really read it but, she’s seen the writing before.

“Janna? Are you okay?” Tom asked. Her eyes widened and turned to his direction. “Dude..doesn’t this look like the b-”

Before she could finish her sentence the door slammed shut. Leaving the demon boy and the filipina girl in the dark of the room. Both of them froze in fear. Tom carefully inches his way closer to Janna so they don’t get separated again. Suddenly they hear whispers from all around the room, again the voice seeming very familiar.

Trespassers must die!

Trespassers musT DIE!

Both of them terrified, grabbing each others arms look up and see a shadow of human like figure crawling on the ceiling, repeating the chant but now more aggressively.

TRESPASSERS MUST DIE!

The figure than hissed at them and was ready to attack. Janna and Tom had no idea what to do, they couldn’t use magic or any powers in fact. Janna had one thing on her but she was afraid it wouldn’t work. But she knew it was worth the risk.

The figure launched towards and before it could reach them,

“CHICKENBUTT!”

Janna snapped her fingers as quick as she could and threw her arms above her so the hypnosis would affect it. The figure stopped in mid air for a split second and then collapsed to the ground. Janna looked down at it once again trying to figure out who or what it could be.But before she could say anything Tom pulled her out to the door. “ Come on, we need to leave, now!” Tom said.

The person or thing that tried to hurt, still remains a mystery.

The four teenagers all met up at Janna’s house, they were in her room. Star and Marco wanted to talk about something really important. But so did Janna and Tom.

“Guys, I..we’re really sorry that we keep leaving early in the middle of our plans. We didn’t realize how frequently it’s been happening.” Star started.

Janna was sitting on her bed, “Yeah, but it’s been like every week you guys have done this. Just say you have plans and we can just figure out another day for all of us to hang out.” She said.

“Yeah, we plan things a little better, we promise we’re not meaning to ditch you guys or anything.” Marco adds.

Janna and Tom looked at each other, they were glad Star and Marco were clarifying things, but they had something else on their minds.

Tom told Star and Marco about the forest they stumbled upon and the incident of losing Janna while wondering around.

“Hmm, that sounds familiar.” Star said, Then it came to her why it sounded familiar. “Guys, you were in the Forest of Hallucinations.” she added.

It was starting to make sense why Janna and Tom were having trouble finding each other, they were starting to hallucinate, but what explained the unknown thing that tried to kill them? Was that a hallucination?

“Wait, that doesn’t make sense, wasn’t that forest demolished decades ago?” Tom asked.

“Yeah but, the only way it would’ve recreated itself is by magic.” Star said looking concerned.

There was a dead silence for a few seconds, Star’s eyes widened and suddenly started walking to the door.

“Come on Marco, we need to go talk to Eclipsa.” Star said.

Before Janna or Tom could say anything, they were gone. Janna turned to Tom and grabbed the pieces of ripped pages out of her jacket pocket. Tom did the same.

“This is from the book of spells isn’t it?” Janna said.

“It kinda looks like it.” Tom responded.

The two looked up at each other, Janna looked at the door and then back at Tom.

“I don’t think it would be a good idea to tell Star yet.”

#Janna Ordonia #tom lucitor #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #Janna vs the forces of earth-ni #jvtfoe

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glamrockmonarch · 5 years

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The Flu: Ben Hardy Mini Series

Part 3. On The Agenda - Finale(?)

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: You are an actress and worked with the boys in BoRhap, after the premiere and press tour you wind up working on another project with one of them; Ben. As your roles are tied together you find yourselves spending more and more time in each other’s company, becoming closer than ever and developing feelings. Ben cannot bring himself to ruin what you have with another one of your friends by acting on these new found love until you get sick out of the blue right in the middle of the production and this sparks something between the two.

A/N: Sorry guys! I did something awful and the first half of this finale is freaking angsty af, so proceed with care! Also, I kinda want to write a part 4 (you’ll see why at the end).

You stared at Joe with your small handbag in your hand, the long strap hanging as you waited for an explanation.

“Lucy and Rami kinda left without me!”

Joe shrugged, although it did not look like he was too concerned with the fact that your friends had left without you. Indeed, this was all part of what he had planned.

You sighed, looking around the large space in the lounge, Joe stood across from you with a hand behind his back. Of course, he did not come unprepared; once you wrapped your small bag across your body and walked up the rest of the way to him, he brought his hand out and offered you a bright pink Peruvian lily. You stopped dead in your tracks and your gaze fell on the flower, although not fully aware of the exact meaning of this flower, you were no fool to the gesture of a flower being given to you.

With a small smile and a bright blush you accepted the flower and looked up at Joe. Biting your lip you thanked him.

“What are we doing then?” You asked him.

Joe linked his arm with yours and together you walked out of your hotel. You started walking through the narrow streets and enjoyed the afternoon sunshine.

“I was thinking we could be tourists together for the day.”

Looking down at your feet you were glad you were wearing comfortable shoes. Nodding, you leant your head on his shoulder as you walked. While you two put on your sunglasses and went around the city centre you could not help but laugh. If you were honest with yourself, Joe was the funniest guy you knew; he certainly had you in a great mood anytime he was around. Although you did not feel passionate about him, while you fooled around at a small bakery, taking pictures and trying to read the names of the pastries on the menu in a language neither of you could read, you saw all too clear. He wanted to be more than friends, and although you were sure you were not looking for that, you could not deny that Joe was an amazing guy...and you were tired of being alone. Tired of being a friend to every guy you ever liked.

“We’ll take two madeleines and four macarons, please,” Joe said to the young girl behind the counter.

As he chose the macarons from behind the glass, you wrapped your arms around his middle and looked up to him smiling down at you as he also wrapped his arm around you.

While you tasted the sweet cookies and walked around a large park, Joe draped his arm over your shoulders.

“These are really good.” You pointed out as you pushed the lily behind your ear to be able to have a free hand.

You reached up over your chest and held your friend’s hand before you turned to him eating one of his macarons. He nodded and smiled so bright his eyes seemed to light up, wrinkling at the corners.

“I owe you a whole day.” You joked.

Joe shook his head and led you through the park. He had everything figured out and although Ben had acted weird, he stood true to his promise and helped him set a picnic a few feet from the Eiffel Tower. And now, Joe was able to see the blanket on the grass, which is where he directed you. On the blanket, a basket was left perfectly closed. An extra blanket laid next to it, as well as a small note.

You saw where you were heading and rolled your eyes at it. Did Joe not know he could just say he liked you like a normal person? No. Joe had to go the extra mile. Make it a big, fancy thing. You indulged him.

“Oh, Joseph...you did not!” You shook your head but laughed.

He gave you one of his Deaky smiles, which he could not help doing since the movie wrapped and you giggled.

“I know, I know...it looks like a lot...” Joe let go of you only to offer his hand out for you. “But I think you are worth it.”

You felt a knot in your throat and pursed your lips as you took his hand. It was a little much.

While you sat together in the blanket and had a heart to heart you could not help but feel your stomach turn and your heart beat faster with every word coming out of Joe’s mouth. He was so sure of his feelings for you it made you feel guilty. Having second thoughts, remembering your conversation with Ben the night before you could not help but remain disappointed.

“Are you leavin’ already?” You asked Ben when you stumbled into each other near the exit of the night club.

The guys decided it would be a good idea to go party somewhere after the show ended. You wound up in a popular night club where the music was so loud you could barely listen to your own thoughts. Joe had been all over you the entire night, although at least for the last hour or so you had been dancing with Lucy, allowing for Rami, Ben and Joe to have fun on their own at the table you were given in the VIP area.

“Yeah, I've got a flight to catch tomorrow morning.” He lied.

With the drink in your hand and possibly a little encouraged by the loud music and bad lighting, you stared up at him and asked about the kiss. At last, you brought up the topic and watched Ben’s green eyes look away and scan over the crowd behind you. He dug his hands inside his pockets and shook his head.

“I think Joe might be lookin’ for ya.” He commented and cleared his throat.

You nodded and reached to pat his arm.

“Did it not mean anything to you? At all?” You ignored him and continued.

While Ben looked down and smiled at himself you stumbled back in your heels, making a mental note that you did not intend on getting drunker.

“Ben, I thought...” He cut you off and put his hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it.” You stared up at him and failed to notice how much these words were weighing on his heart because as he pushed you away for Joe’s sake, he was hurting himself. “I thought I liked you too for a second...but,” he pretended to chuckle, “it was Gwyn! I was seeing you as Gwyn and I guess you saw me as Jack.”

It made no sense in your drunk mind, even in the morning, you thought it was one of the most stupid things you had ever heard. And still, Ben seemed to be uninterested in whatever you wanted to offer. So as you sat with Joe you decided to move past whatever this nonsense was with Ben.

“Did I tell you I will stay in New York for a few days?” You asked your American friend.

Joe poured a glass of wine for you and stopped once he heard this news. You bit your lip and smiled at him with your teeth still trapping your bottom lip, wiggling your brows at him. He put the glass down.

“Really?” He was cautious.

You nodded and watched him grab the glass and finish pouring the red liquid into it, passing it to you before grabbing the other glass and pouring some wine for himself without you knowing this was Ben’s pick - a wine you had drunk several times before when you had dinner together during the long months of shooting.

Clinging your glass and drinking you watched the sun set behind the horizon.

“You are such a dramatic little man...” you told Joe.

He chuckled and put both of your glasses down, leaning forward, he did not even warn you before he was touching your face with his soft hand. Joe caressed your cheek, making it burn with a blush. You saw his face come closer and put your hand on his shoulder once his breath was on your face. You tilted your head to the side and met his lips when he kissed you. The touch gentle and soft, Joe had no rush; he cupped your face and moved his lips on yours in a slow thoughtful kiss, you slid your hand from his shoulder to his neck and to the back of his head, playing with the short hair on the back of his head. It felt good kissing him, not perfect, not magic...but good. You knew what he meant by this, and you smiled at him once he pulled away with his eyes still closed.

“I’d like to take you out more often. As...you know, my girlfriend?” he wondered in a low voice once his brown eyes opened and they met yours.

With your fingers still playing with his hair, you nodded at him, unable to break his heart, to break yours anymore if saying no meant hurting your friend.

His eyes looked small with the smile that spread through his features. Giggling at him you wrapped your arms around his neck and Joe pulled you closer, laying down on the blanket with you, kissing your hair as you lay together.

The cold wind hit his face as he left the building. Talking to his manager Ben now had a lot of work to do. It had been a busy year for him between shooting projects and going on another press tour, he was about to embark at last on the press tour for you New Zealander period drama; he was not gonna deny how nervous he was meeting you again...it seemed like your friendship took a big blow once you moved to America to shoot your Netflix series, and the fact that you started dating Joe - quite publicly too - had put the nail on the coffin.

Last time you met Ben was at Gwilym’s birthday party. Ben could not help but wonder if he had made a mistake by not being frank to Joe. He saw you arrive at Gwilym’s place with Joe, the two of you held hands or touched each other somehow the whole night Ben noticed with a heavy heart. When you sat down in the living room and Joe went to find Rami Ben had the chance of speaking to you.

The connection between you was still there, you could tell, it was just that you put up a wall between the two once you said yes to being Joe’s girlfriend. You had been scared of messing things up with Joe, you thought you might end up ruining both friendships...and although they both meant the world to you...you sacrificed one for the other.

As Ben walked to his car he could not shake the look in your eyes when he leant to whisper in your ear. He did not mean to make you uncomfortable, and yet that was exactly what he did. The music was loud and he thought you would still be okay with this closeness.

“I heard you’re staying in America permanently.” His breath hit your cheek and you pulled away, crossing your arms over your chest as you avoided his gaze.

Joe had asked you to stay for a while between projects and since your relationship had been so stable, you decided to rent a small apartment near the Hudson.

Sitting inside his car, Ben looked down at his phone and then forward at a BMW parked ahead of him.

“I am.” You almost yelled to be heard over the music. “Hey, Lucy!”

You patted Ben’s knee and stood up, he watched you call out your friend but he stood too, pulling at your hand to catch your attention. With wide eyes you turned to him and stared, at last, you stared into his eyes and Ben’s stomach turned. He felt his breath catch in his chest, a string of pain pulled on his heart but he opened his mouth to speak.

“Have you been avoiding me?” He wondered.

Sliding your hand out of his grasp you wrapped your arms around your middle, it felt like your insides would pour out any minute and you had to keep them from doing so.

“Have you?” You asked back.

Pulling out his phone from his pocket Ben unlocked it and went through the contacts on his agenda.

“Ben, you’ve got to come here!”

Joe rushed to get Ben and as he did so, broke the eye contact between you two.

His heartbeat quickened as he red the name on his screen. Ben wanted to call you. It had been like that for months, but it seemed you far away from him, out of reach.

And Ben’s heart had never felt as empty as it did that night when he said goodbye to his friends. Duty called and the blonde had to get some rest before heading to meetings with his manager the next morning. At this point Gwil and Rami had their doubts about you and Ben, how things were not right between you; the only one who knew how things were was Lucy, but she did not dare bring up the subject to her boyfriend. So everyone stayed out of it. Except, when Ben came to say goodbye, you were wrapped in the always welcoming arms of your boyfriend - Ben’s best mate. Joe smiled down at you, saying something funny enough to have you giggling. The blonde thought he could stand it, but you pressed your nose to Joe’s and he met you the rest of the way, kissing you the way Ben could not.

He closed his eyes and put his finger on the name. With the phone in his hand, he brought it up to his ear and listened for the beeping in hopes that you would pick up soon.

Halfway across the globe, you tackled Joe on the sofa to reach for your phone.

“Joe! I need to pick up!” You laughed, unable to pretend you were mad at him. “Joe!”

“I’ll take it, it’s...” he looked up at the screen and read the name on the caller id. “Ben.”

You felt a pang of pain in the pit of your stomach and frowned knowing what it would be about. When Joe brought the phone to his ear you fixed your shirt and sat back on the opposite end of the sofa, unsure you wanted to hear.

“Yeah, she’s right here...no, I was just playing with her. Why do we owe you the pleasure, Hardy?” Joe smiled, amused by his friend’s voice until he heard him say he wanted to talk to you about not coming to the press tour for your biggest movie yet. “Wait, what?”

Your boyfriend straightened up on the couch.

“Not even an interview?” His brown eyes fell on you and you turned away. “She’ll call you back, buddy. Thanks. See ya.”

Joe hung up the phone and put it down with his eyes fixed on you. While you remained quiet he tried to make sense of this. Putting his hands out and shaking his head.

“What are you doing?”

You looked up at the ceiling and shrugged. This was unexpected from you. The only thing he figured you would love more than working with Ben on that film would be going on a press tour around the world with the main cast. You would have fun, see new places, put your name out there... and instead you were hiding.

“Don’t you want to tell people how hard you worked for that movie?” He blinked a few times in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

You frowned and looked away.

“I cannot go, Joe.” You mumbled. “I...”

Joe got scared watching you shake your head, a defeated look on your face. Your arms wrapped around your body. He thought you looked withdrawn, sad and everything he knew you were not.

“Why?” He feared the worst from your answer with everything that had been happening in the film industry the past few years. “Y/N, talk to me...please.”

You felt tears sting your eyes and bowed your head, your fingers played with the small wishbone hanging from your necklace.

“I can’t tell you.” You admitted with your eyes closed after he insisted.

The thirty-five-year-old knelt in front of you with his hands placed on your knees. He wanted to know what was making you so upset, it broke his heart to see you cry and now your tears were spilling down your cheeks regardless of your resistance. Your hands reached for his and you gave in to his pleading brown eyes boring into your e/c ones.

“I cannot see Ben.” You said at last, which made Joe frown for a moment before he understood. “I don’t want to hurt you too...”

To your surprise, Joe was aware of the distance between you and his friend. It only hit him then why it was. You reached to brush his dark hair back and pouted with a trembling lip.

“I’m sorry!” You apologised to Joe.

A frown settled on his face and he nodded, standing up he put his hand on the back of your head and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Who else?” your boyfriend tucked your hair back behind your ears, “you said “I don’t want to hurt you too”...”

As a reply, you grabbed his hand and put it up to your chest with a sad smile.

“I did this on my own...” You told him, and in your head, you believed it.

“No...”

Joe knew how to soothe you, he sat beside you and pulled you into his arms, allowing you to bury your face in his chest as you let it all out at last. You cried for what seemed hours, in the meantime, Joe could do little for you, besides rubbing your back and listen to your senseless rambling between sobs and try to keep himself together while you clung on to his shirt as if this could help you stay afloat.

It seemed you tired yourself out, when you stopped crying and Joe looked down at you, your eyes were closed and your breathing was slow and regular. He pulled you up and carried you to bed, laying you down on his bed.

Grabbing the phone Joe called Lucy not knowing how else to make sense of all this.

By morning you were both tired and embarrassed to talk to Joe, but lucky for you he had gotten on the phone with Lu the night before and gotten up to date with what seemed to be happening between you and Ben.

It would be an understatement to say that Joe was heartbroken, in fact, he was devastated to find out that you had feelings for his best friend Ben...although it made sense. And he could not deny that even though it pained him he had to be your friend first. Wanting only what was best for his friends, Joe broke up with you and convinced you to go to the premiere and press tour.

“We are friends before anything else,” he reassured you kissing your knuckled one last time before you left to go home and call your manager in London.

A week went by in a flash, with everything you needed to arrange to leave America and go to England again, to get your stylist to plan out all of your outfits for the next couple of months that you would spend on the road with the cast and director, you barely had any time to hang out with your friends or even call any of them.

When the night of the premiere in London came, you had been running around your hotel room with a stylist, hairdresser and makeup artist following you. As you got your hair done and makeup applied, you had your nails did and an impromptu meeting with your manager.

“We will not speak about your private life, I already warned the press. If they try to sneak a question about it during an interview feel free to dodge it, ignore it, joke about it, whatever you want but don’t answer it.” You were instructed.

The thing you enjoyed the most was nothing that happened in your room before walking a red carpet, you were most thrilled when you got to the theatre and started making your way down the publicity isle - as you jokingly called it -, you watched the cameras flash before you and posed in a black Gucci dress with little white lace details. As you had predicted a long time ago, your manager and stylist had you colour and cut your hair for the press tour. You looked younger and refreshed with the new look that complimented your skin tone and face shape, although it was completely different to the look you had in the film, which you thought would play in your favour.

Posing for the cameras you spotted your cast mates, Craig and Bill, upon seeing you they opened their arms at you and the three of you posed together before Ben and his manager joined in, warned that you should rush inside after a couple of shots. With Bill’s arm around your waist and Ben standing to your left, all four of you posed together, you wrapped your arms behind the two blondes.

“I didn’t expect you to make it!” You commented at Bill, thinking he would be busy with bigger projects, seeing as his character had little screen time according to the script, being killed off in a tragic accident.

“Oh, I would not miss it!” Bill smiled and his boyish grin reminded of his other more sinister role as Pennywise. “This is going to be huge, Y/N!” He gestured with his hands and you scrunched up your nose.

For months you had been a little bit skeptic about the film being a big hit, it was after all a period piece, a drama too, with a very traditional take. Of course, it would be a matter of time.

Bill walked into the theatre and you found yourself searching around the space for your manager, she had to be somewhere near, though you did not see her in the sea of heads and suits. Instead, you felt the familiar touch of a rough hand on your arm, the fingers covered in small blisters from the sporadic drumming sessions.

Turning your head, your curled hair fell over your shoulder and your eyes met a childish face you recognized and knew all too well.

“Y/N, can we talk for a sec?” Ben said, losing no time.

Nodding, you offered a small smile and followed him to the side and into a small empty showing room.

“What’s up?” You asked him.

Ben cleared his throat and looked down at his hands nervously. He licked his lips and slapped his hands together, rubbing them he blew the air out of his mouth and looked back up at you.

“I spoke to Joe,” he admitted, “and I think we both know what he said.”

You shrugged, bracing yourself out of habit, shaking your head you waited for him to tell you.

Ben sighed and narrowed his eyes.

“Fine.” He raised his brows, “he said that you broke up.”

“We did...” you rubbed your nose with the back of your hand and crossed your arms tighter around your middle, shifting the weight from one foot to the other. “Well, Joe broke up with me. But we’re still friends.”

Ben stared at you with his mouth half open, he frowned and nodded quickly.

“Yeah, he mentioned it...” the blonde reached forward and put his hand on your arm, pulling at it so you took a more open stance. “He also said that it was because you were in love with someone else.”

Looking up you felt your heart sink in your chest and cursed at Joe, of course, he was an angel. He was a sweetheart and could not resist the temptation of fixing things for you. With a nervous chuckle, you glanced away from Ben’s handsome heart-shaped face.

“He is not wrong. I’m in love with an idiot. A complete idiot.” Once you spoke, you could not shut your mouth so you rambled, “the man is so stupid he rejected me with the lamest excuse, he said he was seeing me as my character and not as myself...of course, he must think I am stupid, I know an acted kiss from a real one, but he can fool himself if he wants for all I care!”

Ben laughed at this, missing your little rambles about random stuff. You would have them on set, it might be because of something your character was doing, or about the food that day, maybe you would go on and on about equivalency of comfort and ugliness in Christmas sweaters... being the subject of your ramble made a smile creep up all the way to his eyes.

“What are you laughing at?” You frowned at him.

Ben put his palms up and opened his arms at you, offering you an apology, at last - encouraged by Joe and every single one of your friends in common, Ben finally told you that thing that he failed to tell you that night at the hospital almost a year ago.

“I love you.” He blurted out, like logorrhoea, he could not be stopped. “I’m sorry...I know I didn’t tell you when I should have, and uh, I thought it was the best. I heard Joe go on and on about you and how much he liked you. He wanted to ask you out, be with you - all I wanted too, but he said it first!” He opened his eyes wide and put his sore drummer hands on your wrists, “And I thought I would be such a shitty friend to him if I told you how I felt!”

You nodded and slid your hands so they were holding his.

“Again; stupid!” You remarked. “I thought I ruined everything with you! I thought it would be so shitty reject Joe...and I felt so lonely without you!”

His eyes stared into yours and the sadness leaking through your irises spilt around your entire face, Ben was ashamed of himself because he put you through that.

“And I am so sorry!” He dropped your hands and cupped your face. “I will never hurt you like that again!” He stepped closer and spoke with conviction, “I promise.”

The feeling of your lip quivering made you bite your lip and hide it under the top one. You were unable to say anything and as a tear fell from your eye, you wrapped your arms around Ben’s waist. The blonde actor held you close too, brushing your hair and rubbing your back as he kissed the top of your head.

“I missed you, you idiot!” You said, “and I am not forgetting all this so soon,” you pulled away and wiped your tears carefully as to not mess up your beautiful makeup. “I expect you to work very hard to get on my good side again.”

“Seems fair...” Ben agreed, “as long as you give me a chance.” He nodded.

“And let’s go now, we should be watching our film!” You reached out and grabbed his hand.

Your friend did not move, he pulled you back and stared into your eyes.

“Wait, I need to know something...” You nodded at this, with an arched brow. “I might be spending some time in Cardiff this summer...I was thinking you could show me around?”

A side smile appeared on your face and you nodded, chuckling at him.

“But you’ll have to help me with my stuff when I move here.”

“I’ll put it on the agenda.” He replied.

Before you left the room, Ben came to the door and you felt his breath on your face. He pushed your hair away from your cheek and you put your hand on the lapel of his jacket as he brought his lips down on yours, giving you a soft kiss that melted your sore heart and made your stomach turn - in a good way.

Pulling apart, you smiled at each other.

“God...” You closed your eyes, “I do love you, Ben. I really do.”

He blushed, a gleeful smile directed your way.

“I love you too.” He chuckled, “and I’ll do things right this time. No pushing you away anymore.”

Blinking you opened the door and walked out.

“Have you watched the final cut?” Ben asked.

“No. You?”

He pushed the door open and licked his lips, still tingling from your lips.

“No, but I got a call earlier already. They’re making a part two, the writer published the second book last Friday. Apparently, we should be shooting sometime in 2020.”

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Mean and Green

@grotesquegabby

Of course, this takes place in the possible future-future where we see more of a certain baby who isn’t too fond of everybody he meets X3 Nothing personal though, he just be that way

It was no doubt a complete worry when Friday the 13th came around and the day proved to be of bad luck to a certain couple. However, those worries were thankfully overcome, and it was almost like a miracle. Nobody knew how their problem had been immediately solved, but it didn’t really matter anymore, for all that mattered was that the baby in the situation was perfectly safe and healthy.

So, the D’Vitt family decided to host a small get-together to both celebrate and welcome the new baby.

This get-together was the very reason why said baby was strapped into a stroller, a pair of small shades over his eyes on what was a nice and sunny day. Typically, he would have enjoyed said days but this time, he was no doubt upset.

His little claws dug into what was a great white shark plush while he angrily sucked on his pacifier, eyebrows furrowed deeper than usual as he looked at the path up ahead. The stroller he was on was being pushed by a rather old man with horns on his head, one who was apparently his grandpa’s dad.

However, this little baby absolutely did not trust this man.

He had met him some time after having been brought into the world, the aforementioned get-together being where they had met.

“Alright, alright, leave Basil alone already.” came a woman’s voice, everybody who currently surrounded the high chair where the baby sat turned to the side to see his mother. “Don’t overwhelm him.”

“But Ulaaaa!”

“He looks like a little orange flower!”

“I know.” Basil’s mother carefully took Basil out of the high chair before he snuggled into her chest, a much softer expression now present on his features while his eyes were glued onto her. “That’s why he’s my little pumpkin. Aren’t you, Basil?”

The baby placed a hand on his mother’s chest, burying his face into her as best as he could considering how he wore a mask over his mouth and gloves over his hands.

“Where are you taking him? I need to take a picture!”

“Phoebe, enough with the pictures.” Ula gave her cousin a look before the moth girl gave a giggle.

“He’s picture perfect, what do you expect?”

“For my baby to be left alone.” Ula stuck her tongue out before her best friend approached her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re so overprotective Ula.~” Ama chuckled before Ula stuck her tongue out at her as well.

“Whatever. I’m gonna go with grandpa if you need me.” Ula stated before walking away, her cousins and others laughing among themselves as her motherly instinct was clearly taking over.

Basil looked up at his mother with loving eyes as she made her way through guests that smiled and sometimes even fawned over him, right until Ua stopped walking and a gasp was heard. The baby turned his head before a glare returned to his expression as he looked into eyes that were...almost like his own. One green, one blue. Weird.

Basil nuzzled into his mother again before the man gave a hearty laugh, gently stroking Basil’s hair which made Basil whip around to glare at him.

“He sure is a mama’s boy, huh?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Can I hold the little fella?” the man asked before Basil turned to his mother, looking almost offended as he attempted to signal that he did not want this.

“Sure! You’re his great grandpa after all.” Basil’s mother nodded with a grin before handing the baby over to the man, Basil feeling lare hands hold him under the arms.

“Hey there little guy! I’m your great grandpa Cecilio!” the man happily exclaimed while leaning close to the baby who gave a low growl. “Why’s he wearing the mask? And...gloves, are they?”

“Would you like your face ripped off or your hands viciously bitten off?”

“I, um, no.”

“Then you have your answer.” Ula nodded before Cecilio turned back to Basil with a big grin, bringing him closer to nuzzle his nose with his mask, but he was then immediately stopped.

Cecilio was confused once he felt Basil’s gloves on his mouth as well as his tiny feet pushing on Cecilio’s chest. At the same time, the man could now hear a growl emit from Basil’s mask as the baby gave him an intense glare, clearly not wanting this sort of treatment.

“I don’t think he likes me.” Cecilio sadly claimed while handing the baby back to his mother, Basil now nuzzling into his mother’s chest again.

“Aw, don’t say that. He’s like this with everybody.” Ula pet Basil’s head with an apologetic look. “Don’t worry, he’ll eventually like you. I just know it.”

“Basil.~”

The baby now snapped out of his thoughts before looking up to the front again, extending his arms out at the sound of the melodic voice he adored so much.

“Pumpkin.~”

Basil felt as his shark push was moved out of the way before dainty hands unbuckled his straps, then grabbing and pulling him out so that he was against his mother’s chest again. He looked around before a hand came to his hair, and he didn’t mind it, as much at least, for he recognized it as being his father’s.

“Basil, mommy and daddy are gonna go ride the rollercoaster now, okay?” Ula nuzzled her nose with Basil’s which made him affectionately hold her cheeks. “Since your aunties Cordie and Ama, and uncle Davey are in line right now, you’re going to stay with great-grandpa.”

At this, Basil’s eyes shot open in shock before turning to see the horned man again. Cecilio gave a small wave to the baby who made grabby hands at his mother before clutching onto her sweater while burying his face in her chest which made her give a flustered laugh.

“Basil!”

“Okay, come on bud.” Schrader took hold of Basil, being careful to take his claws out of Ula’s sweater before finally taking him off. “Don’t gotta act that way.”

Basil wiggled around while in his father’s grasp, right until he was grabbed by Cecilio who gave a bit of a laugh.

“Don’t worry little fella, I ain’t gonna hurt ya!” Cecilio reassured Basil who turned to his parents, both chuckling to themselves.

“It’s okay Basil, you’ll be fine.” Ula stroked his hair before turning to Cecilio. “You don’t have to feed him since he already ate earlier, and I wouldn’t want to come back to you with missing fingers.”

“Oh don’t worry about me!” Cecilio chuckled to himself before immediately retrieving a hand to avoid a chomp from Basil’s jaws. “We’ll both be fine!”

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“Here comes the airplane!”

Cecilio held a small spoon in his hand, one that held onto a chunk of meat he brought close towards Basil’s mouth, the baby only having his arms crossed as he glared at the man.

“Come on now, open wide!” Cecilio grinned before lightly poking Basil’s lips with the meat, Basil not even flinching a bit. “You know you want it.~”

Basil finally opened is mouth, but to Cecilio’s surprise, he bit down on the spoon as his teeth were right in front of Cecilio’s fingers.

Once Cecilio looked down at the spoon, he saw that the other end was no more and in fact gone in Basil’s mouth as he chewed on it.

“Well, okay. No food then yet, huh?” Cecilio nervously chuckled as he threw the remainder of the spoon into a nearby trash can, then putting everything away into Basil’s backpack. “Do you wanna play a game?”

Basil now tilted his head at the sound of this phrase, recognizing as something he had heard from one of those movies with screaming people and a lot of red.

“A game it is!” Cecilio extended an arm, right before reaching into his sleeve as a plethora of cards were pulled out and shuffled a few times in the air. “A card game perhaps?”

Instantly, Basil gave a bored look before he grabbed his shark plush and hugged it tightly, laying against it with the intention of sleeping. Cecilio took notice of this as all his cards fell to the ground, neverminding them as he tapped his chin while looking at the baby who had already shut his eyes.

“Well, guess we can’t go to the haunted house then, huh?”

Basil’s eyes shot open as he lifted his head in a hurry, eyes wide as he looked around the area.

“Okay, I tell you right now that there are no promises since you’re a baby, but I’m willing to take you to the haunted house.” Cecilio fixed Basil in his stroller before going behind it to push it. “And I don’t know if your mom let’s you do this stuff, so let’s keep it between us, ey?”

Though Cecilio couldn’t see Basil, he could tell that he gave an eager nod as they made their way to the haunted house. Thankful for them, there wasn’t any line so to the front they went.

“What’s with the baby?” the employee at the front pointed to Basil before Cecilio gave a tiny shrug.

“You don’t mind if I take him inside, do ya?”

“Personally, I don’t care.” the employee shrugged before opening the door for Cecilio. “Just leave the stroller out.”

Cecilio did as he was told and left the stroller on a spot where nobody would find it, then walking inside the haunted house with Basil in his arms. Thankfully, the baby was too excited and focused on the surroundings to even remember his current “disliking” towards Cecilio.

They went down a dark hallway where somebody jumped out, neither one flinching as Cecilio only gave a chuckle. As they continued on their way, a loud buzzing like sound was heard before Basil brought his hands up to his ears, covering them before Cecilio realized that he didn’t like loud sounds.

“Oh, I’m sorry Basil, I didn’t know.” Cecilio pat his back while the baby buried his face into his shoulder, even making sure to cover him to lessen the pain. “Just like your mama.”

Cecilio continued walking so that they would get away from the sounds and once they did, they came into a hall of mirrors before Basil looked up again.

“Oh no, looks like we’re stuck here.” Cecilio made a goofy face into one of the mirrors, this reflecting on the rest which surprised Basil as he did not understand how such magic was performed. Maybe the horned man was little interesting.

“Which way shall we go?” Cecilio asked before Basil pointed to the left, the looking at his own hand in amazement which he saw hundreds of times. The man went that way while feeling his way to make sure he didn’t crash into any mirrors, then coming across one which lit up to reveal a clown inside.

“Oh no!” Cecilio exclaimed as he made confetti pop into the air with a laugh. “You got me!”

He then heard as Basil’s tiny hands gave little claps, making Cecilio beam with pride as he felt he was finally getting to this kid. Basil then pointed to another side, Cecilio going that way, and that was how they spent the rest of the time in the mirrors before reaching the end, this impressing Cecilio as there had been not a single mistake with Basil’s choice of direction.

They now entered a new room that seemed almost jungle like, a screech heard but not enough to startle Basil and Cecilio. Or at least, that was until a buzzing sound was heard, almost like...a bee’s…

Cecilio stopped walking for a moment as he continue listening, then turning to the side where an animatronic popped up, making him jump back while holding onto Basil tighter. It was a monstrous bug, such a terrible looking one that made Cecilio go sick in the stomach. Then another screech was heard and he jumped back again as another animatronic of similar appearance popped up.

“We should get out of here, huh?” Cecilio gave a nervous laugh as he began walking again, this time a little bit faster until he stopped in his tracks due to another insect appearing, this time from above. He slowly stepped back, Basil clearly noticing this before looking back at the bug that gave a loud buzz.

“Basil, wait!” Cecilio shouted as the baby now leapt from his arms, somehow pouncing high enough to land on top of the giant insect before digging his claws into it.

Out of instinct, Basil reached down and sank his teeth into the insect that gave an awful screech due to it now malfunctioning. Cecilio didn’t know what to do but hold his head in a panic, feeling overwhelmed at the sight of these horrible insects, but also clearly worried for Basil who now found a way to dig inside the animatronic before it dropped to the ground.

“Basil!” Cecilio shouted again, hesitantly rushing towards the animatronic that now oozed with liquids and even gave off a few sparks. “Basil!?”

Cecilio gave a bit of a gasp as something popped out from inside the now completely ruined animatronic, lights turning on as things no longer looked scary.

“Oh my god.” Cecilio now reached down as he grabbed what had popped out, this being Basil who had somehow gotten his pacifier again and shoved it into his mouth. However, what really shocked Cecilio...was Basil’s hair.

“Your hair!” Cecilio gave a bit of a laugh as he smoothed out the hair that had no doubt been shocked by the mechanics and such. “It looks like mine!”

Basil reached his hands out as Cecilio who gave him a hug, feeling as the baby hugged him back.

“Now, let’s get out of here before anybody sees us.” Cecilio chuckled as he stepped over the destroyed animatronic with Basil still hugging him. “And once again, let’s keep this between us, yeah?”

#i tried X3 #I hope you like it heheh #heck i hope it's good

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cnc-hoebayb · 5 years

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Nos cae la noche y tu me abrazas..

I forgot to post this yesterday oops

Lol but here’s my little part for this cute collab @quisieracnco helped put together, so if y’all haven’t checked out her nye hc go check it out it’s perfect. Also i know that @cncohdamn already made a lil chris imagine for this too and it’s literally the cutest so go check that out babes!!

So here it goes, some mad cheesy stuff for your NYE 😘

**Y’all gotta read this shit while listening to the live version of Fiesta en Mi Casa- no exceptio ns!

You fiddle around with the straw in your drink as you sit backstage waiting. The dressing room was far, but the music was loud, giving you little goosebumps as you faintly hear the final song. You smile to yourself, feeling that some energy you had every time you heard that guitar riff.

The crowd goes crazy closer to the end and you cant hear anymore, something good must’ve happened. More screams and cheering is heard continuously, the song must have just ended. You gather your things quickly, knowing you were all gonna make a run for it as soon as they left the stage.

The performance was gonna be broadcasted through the city, it would be on every billboard and screen as the clock hit midnight. So you were prepared for when the boys stormed into the room, grabbing phones, jackets, and snacks before heading straight out into the cold city air.

You felt excited, waiting for that final moment of the year always left you with so much energy. And as you start to wonder if the butterflies in your stomach can get any faster, you’re caught off guard by a sudden hand on the small of your back.

You stare up into esos grandes ojos cafés and watch as they focus onto you. “Ya estás emocionada?” He asks and you nod with joy, “you already know it,” his hand still not moving from its place.

Chris wasn’t afraid to get close and be touchy with you, you thought; but this - this was different. Something off about this kind of touch. His hand had found a spot on the side of your waist, almost pulling you in possesively as you speed walked through the city.

Your thoughts must’ve shown through your expression because at that same moment, his cheeks flushed a little as he justified himself. “Parece que tienes frío....”

You smile and let him keep holding on. He guides you through the streets until you finally make it to a heavily crowded area in the middle of the block. There’s lights and screens illuminating the scene and it starts playing from the beginning of the prerecorded concert.

The boys all start cheering, hyping themselves up from the crowd. Richard and Erick are jumping and dancing, while Zabdiel and Joel are beatboxing over the beat of the song. You look up at Chris and he’s beaming, his eyes full of light.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nudge him with your shoulder. “It’s weird sometimes, but i like it yeah” he looks down at you and smiles one of those heartfelt ones you know he really means.

“Thanks for being here, by the way,” he looks at you sincerely, “you’ve helped us out a lot during tour too, i really appreciate all you do..”

“Aw Chris,” you respond shocked, not sure where the sudden sentiment came from. You had grown close with all the boys over the time span you’d worked with them, and it was easy. They accepted you not just because you were new, but because they genuinely liked spending time and having fun with you.

Chris would always find ways to remind you of that.

“I have a surprise for you..” he smirked and wiggled his brow, already back to his playful self. “Chris nooo,” you whined, “you know how impatient that makes me, you have to tell me noW!!” You jump up and down pulling at his arms, begging him to fess up.

“I’ll give you a hint,” he grounds you by placing a hand on your shoulder. “It’s something we’ve been working on lately.” You give him a mean look to express how much you hated that hint.

“Bro deadass what the fuck u mean,” you pout and he cackles like an idiot. “Guess you just gotta wait,” he turns away from you with a sly smile and watches the performance continue on the screen.

A few minutes pass and the set is almost over - meaning the year coming closer to an end as well. You watch as a few of the boys scope out the girls they’ve been eyeing to be their kiss. As they go up and work their flirty magic, touching hands to waists, whispering sweet nothings to these lucky girls.

“I’m surprised you’re not already out there with em,” you edge on Chris.

“Naw i already got my target planned out,” he says in a cocky tone and your heart drops a little. It wasn’t a secret your feelings for him had grown into something more than friendship. In your eyes he was perfect, everything was always so natural with him and you felt so comfortable, so how could you help yourself??

You nod solemnly and stare back at the screens, not wanting to make eye contact with him. The last song starts and your heart immediately skips a beat.

“Con tus caderas,

No necesitamos ni bombillos ni estrellas..”

A little smile creeps across your lips and you feel Chris look at you. “What is it about this song that even gets to you?” He laughs and questions. You shrug how you always did when someone asked you that.

“No sé, i just, me siento algo más de mi. Like I’m not even in my own body when i hear it, es como el cielo, like spiritual i guess.” He looks at you with his mouth wide open, defientely about to make fun of you.

“You sound like you’re high,” you nudge his shoulder and stick a tongue out. “I can’t believe you sing the damn song and don’t even get it.” You turn to him with a finger over your lips, “now shh i wanna listen,”

You close your eyes and feel the cold air against your skin, taking in every part of the music.

“Cuando estamos juntos el mundo se detiene..”

When you open your eyes back up you’re half expecting Chris to be gone, off to win over his notorious mystery girl for the night.

But your eyes flutter open and you’re shocked to see him standing there, closer than ever at your side. He hangs his arm over your shoulder and whispers “i think i know what you mean now, the way the song feels..” you nod with a smug look on your face.

He sways with you to the music and sings along when his part starts. You curl up into his arm, accepting it fully.

“Puedo ver planetas en el techooo” He sings to you playfully and you follow along.

“Hey that reminds me,” you start, “What the heck was everyone screaming about earlier, what did you guys do-“ he cuts you off with a hand on your mouth lightly.

“Shh, bebesita, that’s the surprise,” you lick his hand in retalliation and he wipes it off on your jacket.

Back up on the monitors you watch as the song breaks down to its last minute, the clock counting down as well. Your eyes light up as something new happens within the song. You scramble to look for Richard in the crowd as you hear it,

“Veremos lo que pasaa”

“ShiT!!” You scream and hit Chris’ arm. “You guys practiced, omg he did the high note,” he laughs and gently guides your head to look back up. “That’s not all,” he says and you’re lit up.

“Chris-“ you say unbelievably, “did you do it??” You refer to what you both knew what was about to happen. These little parts of the song were so new and so impactful, he had been too nervous to ever follow through live. His voice could do it easily, no doubt, it was just nerves holding back his full capacity sometimes.

He looks so excited and tries calming you down, “brooo just keep watching.”

You bounce to the breakdown of the beat and little bumps form on the surface of your skin - every time. The tension is in the air the closer it gets to what you’re expecting, and a mixture of the crowd around you counting down already.

“10

8”

The music goes,

“Seremos felices, eso dalo por hecho”

“5

4”

You grab onto Chris’ hand absentmindedly and he squeezes it back. His other hand instinctively grabbing onto the bottom of your jacket, slowly turning you to face him.

“Hay una fiesta en mi casaaaAaA”

“1..”

For some reason you feel tears swell up in your eyes. The essence of his voice continuing for what feels like forever. Every second of it resonates through your bones, in your blood, your soul, your whole being.

It’s everything you could want in this moment and you turn to Chris to say how proud you are of him and-

His lips crash to yours in a passionate mess. It’s an act of something that’s been building up too long, something that needed to be let go.

You give in to it, lost hopelessly under his spell. He’s soft and tender, everything you imagined this moment to be. You wrap your arms tightly around his torso and he holds your cheek.

It feels otherworldly, and you have no other motive than to make it last. The music rings through your head and everything becomes more magical. His lips press to yours in long intervals, each touch together has a million words behind it.

He tastes exactly how you imagined and you think that now you might be addicted. Slick lips part from each other and it feels like a movie scene.

Like you’re both in a little bubble that’s only meant for the two of you. Snow drizzles around the bubble and he holds you into his chest, rocking you as he sings lightly along..

“Nos cae la noche y tú me abrazas...”

The guitar feels like a lullaby while in his arms..

You smile and look back to him, humming along to his own harmony. You tip toe up and kiss him again, not wanting to ever stop. He giggles a little too humbly against you and you pull a strand of his hair to shut him up.

“Don’t ruin this,” you sass and he peppers your lips with soft fast smooches, holding your cheeks in his palms.

The music fades out from their perfect voices and nothing else matters. It’s just you, and Chris, and that perfect little bubble keeping everything stopped in time.

#wow i love cheesy shit yall #uwuwuwuwu #chris mi corazón #cnco #cnco imagine #feliz fin del año

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enixamyram · 6 years

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This prompt came into my head at like 3 am one morning: Alice trying coffee for the first time, getting WAAAAAY too hyper and getting into trouble while Robin is just frantically trying to get her out of the trouble

Caffeine High

Summary: Robinallows Alice to try coffee for the first time and she gets a little hyper fromit. Now it’s up to Robin to keep her from doing anything too crazy. Which isreally hard because Robin finds hyper Alice to be so entertaining!

Note: I am not a coffee drinker so all of this is from TV, a friend and my own pure imagination so sorry if it’s not all that accurate as to what someone would be like haha.

“So what have you girls got planned tonight?” Killian asked on his waypast towards the door for his night shift.

“Oh, just the usual.” Alice shrugged, dropping onto empty seat besideRobin.

“Well, make sure the usual doesn’t destroy the house.” Killian said,then paused just before leaving, sighing before looking back at them awkwardly.“Do I need to warn you about safe-”

“NO!” Alice shrieked on horror while Robin broke down into cackles oflaughter. “God, papa! No! Just go already!”

“Alright, alright, I’m going. See you girls later.” Killian said,stepping outside and shutting the door behind him.

“See ya,” Robin called, still giggling at Alice’s bright pink face asshe sunk down in her seat.

Alice shook her head, and Robin forced herself to quiet her laughter –as funny as it was, she knew how it felt to have such an embarrassing parentmoment – before turning her attention back to the movie Alice had picked outfor them. After a moment of silently watching the film she suddenly reached overfor the controls and paused the DVD. “Hey, I’m shattered. Mind if I help myselfto a drink to wake up?”

“Yeah, of course. Go ahead.” Alice smiled, a slight embarrassed flushstill clinging to her cheeks.

Robin jumped to her feet and wandered through the Jones familyapartment. It was a small space but they had yet to find anything bigger thatthey could afford on the detective salary Killian was still collecting whilethey were temporarily still stuck in this realm and magic-less town. But at themoment it was still home sweet home to Alice and Robin loved the little lightin her eyes now that she and her father were reunited and living togetheragain. Only this time they could actually leave their home and explore theworld together.

“So why are you so tired?” Alice called, glancing over her shoulderwhere she could just about see Robin’s shoulder every few seconds while shebustled about in the small kitchen area.

“Oh, I was up late helping at the bar. Then when I finally got home mybody just wouldn’t shut off.” She paused and stuck her head back into theliving room. “Want me to make you a drink?”

“Sure,” Alice grinned. She didn’t bother asking what she was making.

A few minutes later, Robin returned with two hot drinks the colour of darkchocolate. Alice loved hot chocolate! She eagerly accepted the drink from herand watched Robin press play (they had decided to watch a film called “TheWorlds End” – a comedy about a bunch of guys who go on a drinking challenge andapparently there are aliens or something involved). The girls sat side by sideand cuddled close together as the film continued to run (they had just beatenup three robotic-aliens-whatever in the boys bathroom) when Alice finally tooka sip from her cup.

“Ugh!” She gasped in shock, pulling away and blinking down at the liquidin surprise.

“Is it okay?” Robin blinked. “I know you like your hot chocolates reallysweet so I added lots of sugar and milk to this as well.”

“I um… Thought it was hotchocolate…” Alice mumbled, staring down at her dark reflection through thesteam.

“Oh no, sorry.” Robin laughed. “It’s coffee. That’s why I asked, Ididn’t want to use your dads supply if it wasn’t okay.”

“You know you don’t have to ask,” Alice grinned, then turned and frownedsuspiciously down at the drink, taking another delicate sip, this timecritically tasting the new drink on her tongue for a moment before swallowingit.

“I’m sorry; I can go make you a hot chocolate if you want.” Robinoffered, already leaning forward to stand up again.

“No, it’s okay… I’ve just never had coffee before.” Alice said, lickingher lips and frowning before taking another slow sip. “It’s… Different…”

“You want something else?” Robin asked.

“No… It’s interesting!” Alice grinned, taking another short sip.

With that, the girls leaned back in their seats and continued to watchtheir film, taking slow sips of their hot drinks until they had cooled enoughthat Alice began gulping it down rather quickly. Robin had added more than justa generous amount of sugar and milk to make it perfectly sweet for her, andwhile Alice probably would have preferred a hot chocolate, this drink had a bitof a kick to it.

In fact it was so nice, that she even asked Robin to show her how tomake her second cup halfway through the movie (the sister had just beenattacked by robotic-twins). And when Robin went to the bathroom near the end ofthe film (the two mains were fighting the final bar), Alice helped herself toher third, adding even more milk and sugar than Robin had shown her to becausethat really was the best part.

“Alice? I think maybe you should ease off the coffee.” Robin said,retaking her seat beside her after seeing she had done another refill.

“Why?” Alice asked immediately, barely paying any attention as the filmcame to an end. (It was somehow post apocalyptic all of a sudden. How did thathappen?)

“You’re kind of… Jittering.” Robin said explained.

Alice glanced down at herself and saw her leg bouncing on the spot. Sheglanced up and grinned with a quick shrug before finishing off the last of hercoffee. It really was good! The more she had, the more she liked it!

“Alice, seriously. Ease off a bit. Coffee has caffeine in it.” Robinexplained, grabbing her hand when she jumped up to get more.

“What’s that?” Alice blinked.

“Just… Something that helps keep you awake but it can also make you kindof hyper.” Robin explained.

“Never really been hyper.” Alice noted, cocking her head. “Unless beingoff my pills counts. Does that count?”

“Don’t think it’s the same, no.” Robin said, shaking her head and bitingback an amused grin at the complete and utter adorable expression on the othergirls face.

“Oh… I kind of want some more.” Alice said, turning to climb over thesofa.

“Don’t think so,” Robin said, standing and grabbing her hand. “How aboutsome water instead?”

“Water’s boring!” Alice cried suddenly, jumping the back of the sofa andrushing into the kitchen.

Robin groaned. She had no idea this was going to be the result of makinga couple of cups of coffee. If she had known she would have stuck with hotchocolate.

“Alice,” Robin said, following her into the kitchen. “I’m gonna callyour dad, okay?”

“Sure, whatever, tell him I say hi,” Alice said, pulling out the coffee fromthe cupboard and the milk from the fridge.

Robin grabbed the phone off the wall at the same time as running intothe kitchen and taking the coffee from Alice’s hand. While she dialled the numbers,she reached up, putting the coffee back on the high shelf. Alice pouted andwhined like an unhappy infant, grabbing for the coffee and running to the otherside of the room before she could stop her. She pressed the button the kettleand began slapping her foot against the floor in a constant rapping sound thatquickly grew annoying. Robin chased after her, taking the coffee away again whileshe listened to the ring of the detective’s mobile in her ear.

Finally he answered. “Hello?” Killian’s voice sounded.

“Hey, Hook?” Robin asked cautiously. “Um, I hope you don’t mind… I hadsome coffee and-”

“That’s fine,” He said quickly, his voice a little distant and muffled likehe was doing a couple things at once with the phone balanced between his headand shoulder. “Just, do me a favour and don’t make any for Alice.”

Robin hesitated, watching Alice bounce in front of her, grinning andimpatiently waiting for her to get off the phone so she could say something toher. “Uh… Why?” Robin asked slowly.

“Well, I mean it’s probably nothing. But she’s never had it before and shecan get really intense after just having too much sugar at a time. So I don’teven want to imagine what she’s be like on caffeine.” Killian explained.

“Huh…” Robin said slowly.

“Robin!” Alice said, finally growing impatient of standing in her almostsilence, “Come on! Is that papa on the phone? Let me speak to him! Let me speakto my papa!”

“Robin, is everything okay?” Killian asked, his voice suddenly muchclearer.

“It’s fine!” Robin said quickly. “See you later, bye!” She hung up.

“Was that papa?” Alice asked, still bouncing on the spot, her eyes wideand a goofy grin on her face.

“Yes. He said you need to have some water and to calm down.” Robin said,taking her hand.

“Oh come on! That’s boring! We should do something! Let’s do something!Let’s go out! Let’s get out of here! I want to go out!” She grabbed Robin’shand and pulled her for the door.

“Alice!” Robin snapped, pulling her to a stop. “Can we just breathe asecond? Just… Breath.” Robin took a deep breath, trying to get Alice to copyher.

Alice took a deep breath, holding it before she let it out. Then jumpedover the sofa, knocking some things from the coffee table in front of her asshe did. “Let’s watch Robin Hood!”

“Sure,” Robin said with a sigh, at least this would keep her safelyinside. “Let me just get you a drink first-”

She didn’t get any further when Alice grabbed the back of her top andpulled hard. Robin yelped as she flipped over the sofa and barely kept fromfalling off onto the floor. Then, before she could say anything else, Alice wason top of her, kissing her hard.

Robin was taken by surprise, and she guiltily found that she didn’tquite want to break away from the kiss. For just a moment she allowed herselfto relax, returning the embrace and wrapping her arms around Alice’s shoulderas she lay down on top of her. They held onto each other for a long warmmoment, deepening the kiss with Alice taking charge like she never had donebefore. When Alice’s hands began to wander, it was hard for Robin not to loseherself in her such touch. She pulled her body away just enough to run herhands under Robin’s shirt over her stomach, stroking her sides before her handsdipped under Robin’s jeans.

With a loud reluctant groan Robin twisted her head to the side and brokethe kiss. She really didn’t want to – dear god she desperately didn’t want to!– but the last thing they needed was to get hot and heavy in the living roomjust for Killian to come strolling in and catching them mid sex. So despite herown urges screaming at her for being an idiot, Robin pushed Alice off so theywere sat up, pulling Alice’s hands out from her waistband and fighting backanother groan of disappointment.

“Maybe later,” Robin promised, feeling incredibly breathless.

“Definitely later!” Alice said eagerly, leaning forward and kissing heragain before jumping to her feet. “For now! Let’s go out!”

“I think we should stay in,” Robin said.

“Oh come on! Let’s go out! I want to run!” Alice shouted and darted forthe door, knocking over even more things that were in her way, including thelarge pile of DVDs they had been going through earlier when finding somethingto watch.

“NO!”

Robin jumped across the room and grabbed her, pulling her away from thedoor. Instantly Alice laughed and spun around, pulling Robin against her likethey were dancing. And despite Robin’s worry of Alice doing something stupidand Killian realising what she had accidentally done, it was hard not to laugh.As much trouble as she might be in, it was too funny seeing Alice act so goofyin her hyper state like this.

“Let’s stay in,” Robin said, fighting the urge to smile. Though she madea mental note to take Alice out drinking one day soon. If this was her hyper oncaffeine, what would she be like if she ever got drunk?

“But I want to go out! I’m bored! Let’s goout! Let’s do something! Let’s have some more coffee!” Alice shouted.

“No more coffee,” Robin said, unable to keep from laughing anymore.

Alice laughed with her, grabbing her arms and spinning Robin around,dancing to nothing so enthusiastically that Robin couldn’t help but join in.Part of her was still worried about what Killian would say when he found outabout her accidentally giving Alice coffee, but what trouble could she reallyget into while being a little over excited?

Then Alice surprised her by letting go and running for the door again.“Let’s go out!” She cried.

“Alice!” Robin snapped but she was ahead of her and out of reach now.

Before Robin could stop her, Alice had run from the apartment, jumpingdown the steps with such big leaps that she nearly tripped twice when she landed.Robin had little choice left, but to chase after her, forgetting the close thedoor behind her but she doubt anyone would try anything while they were gone.The building had plenty of protection both technological and magical.

Unfortunately, despite Robin’s track record of three years, Alice hadher own experience with running and easily stayed just out of reach once shegot going. Alice treated it like a game, laughing and squealing with excitementthe whole time as she ran from the apartment buildings, ducking out the doorand starting down the street with Robin hurriedly chasing behind. She didn’tappear to be going anywhere in particular and after a while she found it waslosing the fun it once had, slowing down and giving Robin her chance.

She pushed herself hard the extra few steps, like this really was a racefor her life, until she finally was within reach to grab Alice’s arms, jerkingsharply so the other girl fell back against her. Instantly she wrapped her armsaround her and the two girls came to a huffing stop, gasping and clinging toeach other in the dark evening streets that were, thankfully, almost completelydeserted.

“That was fun!” Alice grinned up at her, “What do you wanna do next? Doyou want to go to the troll bridge? Do you want to try the mall? I want to goshopping. Do you want to go shopping?” Alice suddenly gasped. “Let’s get apuppy!”

“I swear you’re putting some of this on.” Robin said with a slight frown.

Alice went to answer when her face went blank, like she was suddenly hitwith a thought. Then her expression seemed to light up. “I have an idea!” Shecried, grabbing Robin’s top and dragging her into the closest ally.

Once they were in the shadows and out of sight, Alice pushed her againstthe wall and kissed her, just like before. Once again she began letting herhands roam to wherever she wanted, not caring about anything but the warm touchof Robin’s body against her own. And for the second time, Robin found herself distractedby how enticingly warm Alice’s lips felt against her own to actually deny her.She almost gave in to the feeling, letting her arms rest around her and lay herhands on Alice’s lower back.

Then, when she felt Alice tugging at her shirt, she once again pushedher away. “Alice. We’re in public!”

Alice blinked. “So? Never stopped us in the Enchanted Forest!” Alicegrinned, thinking back to their many nights under the stars.

Robin paused, pressing her tongue to the side of her mouth. “Goodpoint.”

This time it was Robin who took charge as she pushed Alice against thewall opposite by a large street bin and returning her kisses with enthusiasm. Ifshe couldn’t keep Alice focussed on one thing any other way, well, this was thebest possible solution for them both!

They were just getting hot and heavy when suddenly a voice called out;“Robin?”

The girls looked up and Robin blushed sharply. “Aunt Regina!”

Regina had been moving towards them but she paused when she saw theirruffled shirts and heated faces, taking a moment before shaking her head. “Youcan’t be serious, girls! I know it’s late but you’re in the middle of one ofthe busiest streets in town! And right by my bar at that!”

“Uh… We… I…” Robin stuttered.

“Regina!” Alice gasped, completely undisturbed by their interruption.“ReginaRoni hi!”

Regina paused mid step and frowned, she was holding a rubbish bag in onehand while the other rest on her hip. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing!” Alice said, cocking her head in happy confusion.

“She’s… A little hyper.” Robin said finally, still blushing.

“Why?” Regina frowned.

Alice threw her arms around Robin’s shoulders and grinned passed her atRegina, still bouncing on the spot slightly and making it very awkward when herbody rubbed against Robin’s. It didn’t so much as turn her on, as it did remindher of what her aunt very nearly walked in on.

“I had a drink and now I can’t stop bouncing! Bouncing like a rabbit! Ifreaking love rabbits, Robin, let’s get a rabbit, we should get a rabbit, Iwant a rabbit.” Alice prattled, talking so fast that it was hard for everyoneelse to keep up. “Iwonderwhatitwouldbeliketobearabbit. Iwantarabbit. Ihavedreamsthatsometimescometrue,youknow, butweneverget arabbitandthatsucks. Weshouldgetrabbit!”

“She had a bit of coffee,” Robin finally confessed.

“Threecupsofcoffee! Three!” Alice gasped, swinging Robin around andgiggling the whole time.

Regina watched them for a moment, taking the sight of the two girls inbefore she sighed, shaking her head. “Follow me.” She paused long enough tothrow the rubbish in the bin they had been hiding behind of second earlier,then turned and started leading the way.

Robin reached back, wrapping her arms around Alice and dragged her afterRegina. She didn’t stop talking the whole time and Robin was once again caughtbetween amusement, embarrassment and guilt.

Regina led the way back to Roni’s bar just around the corner. The placethat she had originally opened with Zelena/Kelly back when they were cursedwith fake memories and continued to run even now they were all awake. Inside,Regina dumped the rubbish by the door out of the way and went behind thecounter, beginning to mix together something out of their line of sight.

Meanwhile Alice began to run around the room, looking at everything shecould and jumping out of Robin’s reaching whenever she steered too close tograb. “Robincheckthisout!Robinhaveyouseenthis?Robincomehere!”

“How many cups did she have?” Regina asked.

Guess she hadn’t heard Alice’s babble before. “Three,” Robin admitted.

“And she’s never had any before?” Regina guessed.

“Apparently not…” Robin admitted.

Regina rolled her eyes then placed a tall drink on the counter. “Get herto take this.”

“What is it?” Robin frowned.

“A tonic. Normally you need to just let the caffeine work its waythrough your system but that’s for people without girlfriends who have witchesfor an aunt.” Regina smirked. “This’ll speed up the affects. Though she’s goingto crash pretty hard so find her somewhere comfy for her to sit before you giveit to her.”

“Gotcha.” Robin nodded, taking the drink andturning to where Alice stood by the window, staring out at the street,momentarily pausing as she seemed lost in a kind of rapid thought. “Alice?”

She looked back and grinned. “Robin!Robin!Robin!”

“Here, love.” Robin said, grabbing her and forcing her to sit down inone of the booths. “Drink this.”

“Whatisit?” Alice babbled, cocking her head back and forth like hersprings were loose.

“A special drink.” Robin said, pushing it into her hands. “Now drink upand we’ll go for a run!”

With that Alice accepted the drink and threw it back greedily. When sheplaced the glass down on the table, she looked at Robin happily for a moment,grinning at her with all her teeth. Then there was a flash in her eyes asRegina’s tonic kicked in and she took a sharp breath. It scared Robin whoinstantly reached out to hold her, only for Alice’s eyes to droop and her bodyto sag, a great yawn catching her off guard and rocking her body to the side.

“Is she okay?” Robin asked, wrapping her arms around her and lettingAlice lean against her.

“She’s fine,” Regina laughed. “It’s just the comedown. She’s gonna bereally tired so why don’t you let her have a rest here and then you can takeher home.”

A few minutes later Alice was leaning into Robin with her eyes closed,not quite sleeping but at least dozing for a bit. Regina, who had been about tohead home for the night, instead poured herself and Robin a few drinks of theirown and sat down opposite her for a quiet chat while they waited for Alice tocome back to herself.

“How are you two settling?” Regina asked.

“Fine,” Robin shrugged, then leaned forward. “Actually we were talkingthe other day… About maybe getting our own place…”

“Really?” Regina seemed shocked. “Um… You know we’re… Working on a wayto get back home…”

“We were talking about that,” Robin nodded enthusiastically. “This worldis so new to Alice. Even with her cursed memories, she was hoping to look moreinto it. We were thinking… Well maybe we could explore some of this placebefore going back to the Enchanted Forest…”

“Well… Whatever you decide, we’ll all be happy for you.” Regina nodded.

“Thanks, aunt Regina.” Robin smiled.

The two shared a quiet moment, finishing off their drinks, before Alicegroaned, pushing up into a proper sitting position and rubbing her hands overher face. She felt so sluggish and stiffly uncomfortable. She twisted in herseat, stretching her arms and gagging slightly at her dry throat.

“You feeling okay, love?” Robin asked, cupping her face.

“Tired…” Alice mumbled. “And kind of weak…”

“Take her home.” Regina instructed, standing and gathering the emptyglasses. “Both of you get some proper sleep tonight. Does your mum know you’restaying at Alice’s?”

“Yeah, I told her when I left this morning.” Robin nodded.

“Okay then, go on. I’ll see you some time tomorrow.” Regina said.

Robin watched Regina walk around to the back of the bar before shelooked back towards her love who swayed sleepily and sagged heavily like it wasan effort just to sit up. “Come on, Alice.” Robin said, moving to stand infront of her and crouching slightly. Without any further prompting, Alice letRobin grabbed her legs and wrapped her arms around Robin’s shoulders, lettingRobin pick her up and carrying her piggy-back style to the door where shepaused and glanced back towards her aunt. “Thanks again, aunt Regina.”

“No problem, girls. Goodnight.”

As they made their way outside, Robin carried Alice the entire way homein silent. Alice clung into her, eyes drooping but not quite sleeping. She resther chin on Robin’s shoulder and leaned her head against the side of her faceso her hair tickled Robin’s cheek.

“I don’t fancy coffee to be honest…” Alice finally mumbled. “I feel kindof funny.”

“To be fair, some of that could be the tonic that aunt Regina made foryou.” Robin said. “But yeah, maybe we should stick to hot chocolates andmilkshakes.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Alice sighed. “Sorry if I made it awkward foryou.”

“What do you mean?” Robin asked, glancing at her from the corner of hereye.

“With your aunt… In the ally.” Alice mumbled.

“Oh.” Robin chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Though we will definitelyhave to pick off where we left some time tomorrow.”

Alice gave her a lopsided grin. “Definitely.” She yawned. “Tomorrow.”

Robin grinned. “Love you, Alice.”

“Love you, too, Robin.” Alice mumbled sleepily.

“Now let’s get you home before you dad beats us,” Robin giggled, thinkingback to the mess they had left for him in his wide open apartment. She didn’tunderstand the mumbled reply Alice gave, but she felt the soft butterfly kisson her neck and grinned.

#Once Upon A Time #Alice Jones #Curious Archer #Killian Jones #Regina Mills #Oneshot #Writing Prompt #Anonymous #Oh my god!#I forgot to tag #Robin Mills #!

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buckysdamnplums · 6 years

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Secrets

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing for a request so I hope it’s not a disappointment. And I may have gotten a little carried away. Also it’s my first time ever writing X-Men/Mutants. Please feel free to leave feedback :)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Nightcrawler x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You’re a mutant who was taught to not be afraid of your mutation, but to be cautious of humans who hate you. Keeping your natural silk blue skin a secret was tough, but even harder to keep from your best friend and secret crush; Peter Parker. But what if Peter had a secret too? And what if you both shared a secret?

Word Count: 2233 (it’s a long one and i'm not 100% proud of it but I tried)

Warnings: Cussing and kissing, so not much.

Mutant and Proud. That’s what your grandmother had always told you. Sure, Mystique was a role model to many mutants, but she was your hero as well. And with the master shape shifter being your grandmother, naturally you were quite skilled in that area too. Though you also inherited a whipping tail from your father, Nightcrawler. In case you haven’t put two and two together, you were also naturally blue. However, your blue was on the lighter side and your skin was smooth to the touch.

But this didn’t stop you from constantly shifting into human form. Of course you loved being a mutant, it made you unique and special, but the criticism and demeaning comments from close-minded humans did strike a nerve with you. So you chose to stay human in public, like your grandmother used to. It just made life easier, which is exactly what a high schooler needs.

When you were younger, you and your father lived at Xavier’s Mansion and there you were educated by the magic mind himself. As things started getting tough again for mutants, your father moved you guys into the boroughs of New York. Queens to be exact.

That’s how you wound up at Midtown High, school for science and technology. Also known as a school for the “gifted” as the locals liked to call it. Little did they know you were both gifted in academics and powers.

~~~

Your friendship with Peter Parker was one that blossomed quite unusually. You were in chem when you noticed your lab partner mixing some white sticky substance in the drawer next to him.

“Hey, what is that? I thought we were using cobalt and nitrogen. Why isn’t it blue?” You asked leaning over to get a closer look before he slammed the drawer shut.

“Oh uhh yeah.” He stammers.

“Then.. what’s with the secret white stuff in the drawer?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at the nervous boy.

“Um that’s for Ned. Yeah he’s trying to plan a, uhh, silly string surprise for Michelle. Ya know, perk her up a bit.” He forced a laugh, turning back to the experiment at hand.

“Well I’m quite good at chemistry, if I do say so myself. I could definitely help with the silly string if you want.” You offered with a smile. And for some reason, Peter couldn’t help but agree.

Now here you were five months later laying on the couch in Peter’s apartment studying for an upcoming test. Aunt May just step out to run to the store and pick up dinner leaving you and Peter to the apartment alone. Not like anything would happen between the two of you, he thought of you as just a friend. Besides, he didn’t even know about the real you. He knew the “human y/n” not the natural y/n. Peter would probably go running for the hills if he saw you shift blue. Who wouldn’t? Apparently the only mutants that were truly accepted were those affiliated with the Avengers. The precious little “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.” The ones who didn’t have to face the snarky comments and derogatory remarks. What you wouldn’t do to be one of them…

You were pulled from you thoughts as door flew open revealing May walking in with bags of groceries and two pizzas in hand.

“Hey kiddos, why don’t you take a break to eat. I don’t know, maybe watch a movie or something. You’ve been going at it for hours and at this point I don’t see how you could possibly learn anymore.” She places down the bags and boxes, moving over to take the red notebook from Peter’s lap.

“Hey May..”

“Nope. Eat. You too, y/n. Both of you. Up up.”

You and Peter locked eyes and with a shrug you both shot up from the couch making your way to the pizzas. Peter grabbed the box, you grabbed some drinks and movies then made your way back to your spots on the couch. Once you pushed in a movie, the two of you curled up into your usual cuddling position. Peter laid back on the couch, feet up, you tucked under his arm resting your head against his shoulder and an arm tracing patterns on his jean clad thigh. His hand was tracing his own little patterns on your arm, soothing you from the stress of the upcoming test.

These moments were your favorite, just you and Peter. Everything was perfect in those moments. It didn’t matter that you were holding back a huge secret from Peter (or that he was holding one back from you). These were the moments that you two could both just relax together. That is until you moved and noticed the hairs on Peter’s arms stand up and he tensed under your touch.

“Shit shit shit shit shit.” Peter mumbled under his breath, pulling you up with him as he rushed to his room.

What the hell. You followed him, barging through the door to his room. Now the sight before you was definitely not what you expected. You stared at Peter wide eyed as he stood before you trying to pull a body suit up his very toned body.

“Pete..”

“Shit y/n!” He exclaimed, finally pulling the last of the suit up.

“Pete what are you doing… are you..?” You couldn’t believe this. I mean it would explain those times Peter goes running off suddenly or how he always made it to your house in under 10 minutes, but still. Peter? He’s the Spider-Man?! Compared to this, your secret suddenly seem normal.

“Y/N, I uhh,” his eyes darted across your face, taking in you shocked expression. “I don’t know what to tell you.. But I gotta go. Something is going on and I need to go check it out. Promise I’ll explain later!” And with that, the boy who you suddenly fell even more for took off through the window.

~~~

You didn’t see Peter again until chem the next day, despite staying at his place until 10:30 hoping to catch him coming back in. May even offered to let you spend the night, but you knew your dad would start to panic if you didn’t come home. He was always so worried that you’d run into some anti-mutant supports and just wanted to keep you safe. Now here you were, not so patiently waiting for Peter to come strolling into the classroom. A minute to the bell, Peter slid in next to you.

“Hey y/n, how are you toda—”

“Cut the crap Peter. What was that yesterday and why were you out so late? I had to tell May that you got an emergency call from Ned. Something about him getting locked out of the house so you went with his spare key. Thank god she thinks Ned would do something like that. Now are you gonna explain to me about this Spider—” you were cut off with a glare from the teacher as she made her way down your row, passing out tests.

“Hush it you two. Or you’ll both be taking F’s.”

“Yes ma’am.” You replied, sending Peter a look that said ‘you’re not getting out of this.’

After class Peter pulled you guys into a classroom that was luckily empty, seeing as most teachers took lunch off and left their rooms. He check the hall one last time before shutting the door and making his way over to you. You crossed your arms, a hard look on your face as you eyed the nervous boy in front of you.

“I uh, guess you know my secret then.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah I guess I do.”

“Look, y/n, I wanted to tell you. But Mr. Stark warned me about how you could become a target and taken as ransom or whatever and I couldn’t bare to put you through that. The only other person who knows is Ned. And that’s because he saw me taking off the suit too. Man I should really start locking my door.” He rambled on, hands flying all over the place as he spoke.

“It’s cool Peter. Actually I have something to show you too..” you thought it over quickly. Might as well show Peter your blue, it’s only fair if you both know each other’s secrets. “I, uhh, I’m actually a—”

You were cut off by Michelle who stomped through the door, “There you two nerds are. Come on, we have practice right now for decathlon right now.”

Grabbing your arm she dragged the two of you out of the classroom towards the auditorium for practice. Looks like you’ll be telling Peter later.

~~~

Funny enough, you told Peter in a way you least expected. You two were walking home from school deciding to skip out on the subway for a change. Peter’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, your’s around his waist. He was about to bring up your past discussion on what you wanted to show him when you heard gunshots go off.

Releasing him from your waist, the both of you turned to the source of the shots. You spotted people running out from a department store on the corner. By the time you looked back at Peter he was dashing down a near alley, pulling the suit from his backpack. Somehow your old training at Xavier’s sparked a flame within you as your feet carried you in the direction of the store. Pushing open the doors, you noticed the gunman at the cashier, bullet holes in the wall next to him. Slowly you made your way down the isles towards the hooded man. That is until a flash of white crossed your line of sight, followed by red and blue. Just in time. Peter knocked the gun from the guys hand, stalking towards the man. The coward took a few steps back, allowing Peter a chance to ask the cashier if he was alright. This also allowed for the robber to pull a knife out of his pocket, lunging at Peter. Your heart pounded as the reflected light of the knife shown in your direction. You knew what you had to do.

“Peter move!” you shouted, jumping in the way snatching the knife with your tail.

“Y/N? What the… are you a..” he watched on as you flipped the guy with your tail, successfully knocking him out. You looked down at him as he laid merely lifeless on the ground. It’s been awhile since you've fought, looks like Logan’s training really did pay off.

“Looks like you know my secret then, huh?” you repeated Peter’s previous words, a slight smile forming on your face. Looking down you noticed you’d also shifted back to your natural blue state. The pressure and stressed distracted you from trying to stay in human form.

“Yeah looks like I do.” He replied, sending you a small smirk.

“Oh uh, sir are you okay? At this point you could just call the cops inside, they've been waiting outside for a chance to come in. They've noticed that it works best if they let me handle things first. But uh, have a nice day and stay alert!”

Peter pulled you with him out of the shop, shooting a web to a nearby building at swinging off to a rooftop.

“Listen y/n,” he started, pulling his mask off and taking a seat on the edge of the roof, pulling you down with him, “if we're letting out all of our secrets right now then I’ve gotta tell ya. Okay umm so I like you. I have liked you for months now and I’m not sure why I waited so long to tell you but I—”

“Pete I like you too. I have for a while now and honestly I didn't think you felt the same.” You shivered as the wind started picking up. Peter pulled you into him, instantly warming you up. “I just didn’t think my blue form would be very.. uh… accepted by you.”

“Are you kidding me?! I think it’s awesome! I’m actually a bit offended that you think it would change how I think or feel about you.” His face fell at the thought of you thinking he’d actually treat you differently just because you were born differently than him.

“I know, I'm sorry Peter. It’s just my dad isn’t a shape shifter so he’s always blue and normally has to cover it with makeup and he worries about me and I guess it makes me paranoid about what others will think and I really didn't want to lose you because you're the best person in my life and it’s crazy how—”

You felt a soft pair of lips on your own shutting you up. You shifted to your side carefully to not fall off the building, placing your hand on Peter’s cheek.

“Shut up. I like you. You like me. And we're both a little special. Now that all the secrets are out, can we kiss again?” His question causes blood to rush to your cheeks as you nod your head.

Who would’ve thought sharing your secret would be a good thing. And who knows, maybe a mutant dating an Avenger will help people become more welcoming to mutants. This could be the start of something great not only for you but also for society.

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biavenger · 6 years

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Girl Crush;

Summary: Y/N and Matt had been the best of friends as long as she could remember- just friends. And while she always hoped that would change someday, her dreams were quickly destroyed by the sudden entrance of Karen into the picture.

A/N: Ya girl’s back at it again with another Matt Murdock x reader fic! I’ve been working on this one for a long ass time, so show me some love if you like it. Let me know if you have any other requests.

Based off of Harry Styles’s cover of the song Girl Crush

I got a girl crush

Hate to admit it, but

“She’s amazing, Y/N,” Matt promised as the two rode in the elevator up to the office space Matt and Foggy were utilizing for their new law firm, “She’s a dream assistant, everything a guy could ask for.” Y/N forced out a laugh, trying to bury the dread that was churning deep within her stomach. Matt and Foggy had just hired a new assistant to help around their office, and after weeks of hearing how great and amazing this girl was, Y/N was finally getting to meet her.

The jealousy Y/N was starting to feel as Matt rambled on was completely uncalled for, considering that despite a brief one-month long romance in college, there were no truly romantic feelings between her and Matt; they were just friends- good friends.

Although sometimes, when Matt would rest his hand on the small of her back as he helped her through a door, or when he lit up with laughter at a terrible pun she made, or when he didn’t move his arm even after it was numb because Y/N was asleep on it, she would wonder if maybe, at least on her side, things weren’t so platonic after all.

The cheery ding! of the elevator as the door slid open startled her out of her internal monologue, and the pair stepped out into the hallway. Matt lead her down the narrow hallway to a door with a small plaque that denoted “Nelson & Murdock”, and the door swung open.

Foggy was there, waiting with a huge grin on his face as Y/N entered the room. “Long time no see, kid!” Foggy greeted enthusiastically as he swung his arms around her slightly smaller frame, pulling her tight to his chest.

“Let her breathe, Foggy,” Matt laughed, “It hasn’t even been that long!”

Y/N hadn’t seen the two boys in a couple weeks, though, considering how busy they’ve been with setting everything up to prepare for their new firm. Matt mentioned something about already taking on a new client, although never confirmed anything.

“It’s been way too long,” Foggy disagreed, “How’s my favorite girl doing?” Y/N giggled at the coded compliment, automatically blushing slightly the way she did whenever she was graced with any kind of attention. Foggy was always so nice to her, making sure to fawn over her when Matt was too busy with one of his new girlfriends to pay her any attention. Foggy often said, when Matt was out of the room, that Y/N was his personal favorite of any of the girlfriends Matt had. When they had broken up, Foggy was the one who was there with ice cream and a movie to cheer her back up.

“Favorite girl?” A female voice said from one of the back offices, before a slim, pale, blonde woman accompanied it carrying a tall stack of papers, “Are you cheating on me, Foggy Nelson?”

Foggy immediately blushed as Matt let out a loud laugh, despite the joke not even being that funny. The two boys were immediately and obviously enthralled by this woman’s presence, so much so that they forgot to introduce Y/N to her.

“Aren’t the boys just so rude?” The woman laughed, vocalizing Y/N’s thoughts as she reached out a hand, “I’m Karen, the new assistant. It’s so nice to meet you...Y/N, isn’t it? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

A sinking feeling in the pit of Y/N’s stomach bubbled up as she shook Karen’s perfectly manicured hands. Of course, the new, wonderful assistant that Matt had been bragging about was the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth.

Both men were clearly under her spell; Foggy’s eyes hardly left her face as he watched her speak, and Matt’s body seemed to be magnetically drawn to hers as he tried to casually move closer to her.

“Well, I see you all are busy,” Y/N gestured to the stack of papers Karen had sat down in one of the few remaining empty spaces, “So I’ll just get out of your way. But it sure was lovely to meet you, Karen. And it was nice to see you again, Foggy.”

Foggy and Karen bothered to protest Y/N’s exit, insisting that the paperwork wouldn’t take them very long in the first place, but Y/N managed to pull herself away.

Matt was too busy to even say goodbye as Y/N walked out the door.

I want her long blonde hair I want her magic touch Yeah, 'cause maybe then You'd want me just as much

It had been a few months since Y/N had met Karen and the boys had finally opened up their law firm, Nelson & Murdock, and it had been nearly that long since she had heard from them. The few times Y/N had reached out to go get dinner or something, it had been days before Foggy or Matt responded, saying they were “too busy at work” and “should do it some other time”.

Y/N buried herself in her work as well, covering stories about the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, as well as an in-prison interview with Wilson Fisk. Her work was plastered everywhere, particularly with the increased interested in the hooded hero dishing out vigilante justice to New York’s most dangerous criminals; her articles made the front page of every newspaper in the state, not to mention she was being featured as a guest on nearly every morning talk show in the area. It was almost exhausting, but Y/N knew that she rather be tired than to acknowledge how empty she felt inside since the abandonment she faced from Nelson & Murdock.

It was nights that were the hardest, particularly after Y/N finished a new article and hadn’t started on anything else. All she had time to think of were the enchanting golden waves of Karen’s hair; with just a toss of her curls, she made Matt Murdock fall in love with her, something that Y/N hadn’t managed to do after years of friendship. She knew that she should be happy for him, but her restless trains of thought questioned what was so different between her and Karen.

The way that she's whispering The way that she's pulling you in Lord knows I've tried I can't get her off my mind

“Y/N! Long time no see, stranger,” Foggy greeted the girl as she entered the dimly lit room. Y/N forced a fake smile, attempting to hold back a barrage of accusations that it was mostly Foggy’s fault that they hadn’t been seeing each other lately in the first place. If it hadn’t been his birthday, Y/N definitely would have. “How have you been?”

“Fine...busy, but you know how that is,” Y/N replied, shrugging her shoulders and looking around the room to avoid eye contact. She wasn’t actively trying to be rude, she really wasn’t, but the surprise birthday party invitation after months of pretty much silence rubbed her the wrong way. It wasn’t until her eyes settled on the glowing pale, blonde beauty in the corner who was whispering something into Matt’s ear that she realized why the boys may have been staying out of her life. Of course, Karen loved him, too. How could she not?

Foggy seemed to have noticed where her gaze had drifted to, and he sheepishly stared down at the floor. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I should have told you,” Foggy offered up an apology, as though that would make anything better, “It was just easier...not to.”

Y/N simply shoved past him to the open bar, promising herself that she would forget about Matt Murdock, at least for the night.

I don't get no sleep I don't get no peace Thinking about her Under your bed sheets

Matt was lonely, that much he could admit to himself. Foggy and Karen had drifted away after discovering his secret, and despite pushing them away because of it, he couldn’t give up his vigilante double life. Not to mention he had pretty much lost all contact with Y/N, who probably either hated him or had forgotten about him by now.

Waking up was always accompanied by a headache as he took a mental inventory of the previous night’s injuries: a probable broken rib, a likely concussion, and a cut on his forehead that he had tried to stitch up himself. But what hurt the most was the lack of human contact he had been receiving recently. Was he doing the right thing? Should he stop living like this? Questions such as these persisted in his mind every waking moment he had, tormenting him with what-ifs and challenging every value he thought he had.

He stretched slowly, testing out how his body was feeling, and sat up. Matt took a couple leftover pain medicine from the last time he was injured this badly, chasing it with a glass of water, before shooting off a text to his questionably best friend, Foggy.

Matt: Can we talk?

Foggy: Sure, there’s something I need to tell you...

Foggy: Meet me for breakfast?

It was a few hours later and Matt sat at the diner counter, waiting to hear Foggy’s voice. Either Matt was extremely early or Foggy was extremely late, or an unfortunate combination of both. Every time the bell chimed, Matt would jump slightly, thinking it was the moment that Foggy would appear and they could talk and mend what was wrong with their friendship.

Ding ding!

“Hey, Matt, sorry to keep you waiting,” Foggy explained, resting his hand on Matt’s shoulder as he hoisted himself into the seat next to him at the counter, “I had some company over last night and it kind of spilled over into this morning.”

Matt found that strange, considering the last time they spoke, Foggy hadn’t mentioned that he was seeing anyone. Letting it go for the time being, he gestured to the waiter for a refill on his coffee and let Foggy order for himself.

“What was it you needed to tell me?” Matt asked after a moment of silence as they both sipped their drinks. He hoped that letting Foggy talk first would open the ice for what he was planning on breaking up.

“Yeah, about that...don’t be mad,” Foggy started cautiously, before continuing quickly, “I’m kind of seeing Y/N.”

The image of Y/N and Foggy together was one that absolutely baffled Matt; since when did they have any interest in each other at all? Y/N was always Matt’s best girl, his partner in crime. They went everywhere and did everything together, for the most part. Sure, he hadn’t been the best friend- frankly, to anyone- recently, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love her.

“That’s...great, Foggy,” Matt choked out, upset at the image of them together, “I actually need to go, I forgot that I have some...business to get to.” He rushed out of the diner after throwing a ten at the waiter, back to his apartment and away from the world in which you and Foggy, and not you and him, were together.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #daredevil imagine #daredevil imagines #imagine #imagines #foggy nelson x reader #foggy x reader #daredevil #marvel imagine #marvel imagines

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phan-tassssstic · 6 years

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The bus boy

Words:1743 Ao3 link:http://archiveofourown.org/works/13911513 Summary: Phil misses his bus and a boy forgets his oyster, this was the best mistake of phils life I took the bus home every day, and i thought it would be like some kind of magical fairy tale as a kid, nope, just a miserable place where teens go when they can't drive, or your local elderly people. One day I was late for my bus an I had to go to the other one. I was walking onto the bus with my headphones in and my daily boost of Starbucks in my hand and i did what I had to do, tap oysters, say hi to pat the bus driver and get on. I sat in the seat just behind the bus driver looked out the window and took a sip of his coffee until the bus Stopped to the next stop. I unplugged my earbuds and looked at the load of people going on. About the same age as me, wearing a uniform similar to mine but the logo was different, I recognised it as I played a sports fixture against them a few months ago for football. There were 3 boys, one around 5'10 one 6'0 and one about his height 6'3 I stared at them all entering the bus until the taller one with crisped brown curly locks, chocolate brown eyes, slender fingers and a black backpack suddenly tuned very pale "Urm I lost my oyster..." He said to pat. The bus driver looked unamused and told the kid "Sorry boy, can't go on without a pass," the boy was even more in distraught. "Please, just one ride my house is miles away I can't possibly walk! And it's raining! Please!" He begged but pat wasn't having it. He was about to kick the kid off the bus! I knew that I had a Spare oyster. "Urm I have a spare oyseter," I said whist shuffling for it in my snazzy Spider-Man wallet,"here use it, it's my spare I have two," pat looked angry and slightly annoyed and the kid just smiled at me "Thank you so much," was all he could say. The man ran off to the back of the bus with the rest of his friends "Kid I know you're a nice guy but I get this all the time, don't be too nice ok? You're just gonna be in a loss," pat said with a sigh. I decided to do the most 'wisest' decision (well at the time I didn't realise where that would get me) I decided to talk to the boy. I nervously creeped up to their area and cleared my through "Hi I'm phil, um who are you,"I asked nervously "Well cause ya asked so nicely, I'm dan," he gave out a smile with those dimples..... "Oh hi dan," I said with a wave "These are my friends, pj an Chris," they both waved at me. I smiled in return and then noticed his bracelet. It was a LGBTQ one, only used by bottom males. I wave my wrist where my one was (for top males) and he was bound to have noticed as he had a grin on his face. "So phil I know nothing about you but here's my snap and my number. He proceeded to write his number and his snap chat on the paper and handed it to me. I put it in my pocket and smiled. 'Bus is stoping at, stratford station' "Well that's my cue to leave, good bye phil," he said and then he was gone with all his friends. I smiled at himself as i clenched the paper in my hand and decided as soon as I got home i would text him. As soon as i did get home i plopped his body on his bed and added his snap chat and added him as a contact. 'Hello Danny:)" i texted. I smiled as i instantly got a reply 'Who dis?" 'Phil ;)' 'Oh thanks again for giving me your oyster.' I forgot about that dan hasn't retuned it yet. 'Yeah when will I have that back?' I asked. There wasn't much money in there so i didn't really care he could of kept it. 'The day you marry to me :p' dan said I couldn't help but laugh but then i realised im never going to get my oyster back and it takes forever to get a new one 'Wow dan, now I wish I was on time for my first bus' 'Anyway, tell me about yourself daniel' 'Well I'm a nerd who likes anime, the colour black, dark clothes and being a semi-repressed-emo' 'Is that a real word?' 'Probably not :p' i smiled at that 'Well I like lions,muse, anime and movies' 'YOU LIKE muse XD aka the best band' 'Well it's great isn't it?" I said 'Oh and to say sorry let's go to Starbucks and get coffee tomorrow let's say the one next to arsenal stadium? Dw I'll pay XD' hummed and thought for a second 'What time?' asked '4?' 'Yeah why not' -----the next day------ "Hello dan," I said "Ah phil, what drink do you want?" "Caramel mochiato," I said without hesitation. "Coming up," dan joked as he went to order our coffees. This dan guy seemed cool. "So one coffee for you and one for me," "Thanks," I took a sip of my coffee and smiled. "So do you play video games?" "Yeah," "Wanna come to mine and play some?" Dan said. I agreed cause video games. "So how fars your house?" "Not far," he said ,"maybe a few minuets away, come on take your coffee get to the gamingggg," he said full of energy. I was happy with his energy, it was cute. "Ah no fair you cheated!" I said during our one millionth round of mario kart," "No you're just bad," he said whilst sticking his tongue out "You know dan," he made a huh noise and faced me," I think we are going to be good friends. He just smiled "I hope we do phil," he whispered,"I hope we do," -----10 years later------------- "Phil were's my pikachu socks!" Dan huffed whilst tipping our house upside down "I don't know darling," I said realising how cute but Sad it is when my boyfriend is mad over losing something nearly as bad as when he threw our passports in the bin,"I'm busy dan by the way, I booked dinner tonight at this new French place," "Why? It's not my birthday, it's not your birthday, it's not our anniversary and you're parents aren't coming down town till another year so what's it for," "Just something I wanted to try they have good food," I shrugged. Dan sounded happy by that," also dress nice it's a special place," I said with a grin "Ok sure," I stand In the mirror fixing my hair an taking a deep breath "Ok dan our cab awaits," I say whist locking into his arm. He kissed my cheek and giggled. The food was quite nice until dessert came. I passed a note to one of the waiters whilst dan went to the bathroom and they nodded and went straight back to the kitchen "So what's for dessert?" Dan said whilst scanning the menu. "I don't know," I was looking behind dan and saw the people with flowers placing them and they brought the cake. "So dan," I cough out "Yes phil? Are you ok? You're looking paler than normal," dan said "Yeah I'm fine it's just," I Took a deep breath,"dan you are such an amazing guy, you're strong, beautiful,smart but-" I was interrupted by dan "I get it, you wanna break up," he said "No no no the-" "No phil! I can see it! Why would you want to date such a usless chump!" He ran off out of the restaurant and I was left alone there. By the restaurant there was a river and that's where I saw dan "Dan," "Go away!" "Dan listen, please! Just a minuet," "Fine you have two minuets," "Thank you," "So dan, you're such an amazing person and i love you with all my heart, but I think it's time we should stop being boyfriends," dan looked like someone just died and before he could run I got down on one knee and pulled out a little red box," dan I don't want to be boyfriends anymore, I want to be husbands, so dan will you do the honour of marrying me?" I said hoping he'd say yes The now in tears boy stared at me and could barely speak words "Yes phil! Yes I will marry you," he give me a hug and I pulled him in for a kiss. I fitted his ring on and he squealed like a little child. "Phil," he said "Yes dan?" "Thank you for taking the wrong bus," he cried. I smiled at that. Seeing my fiancé infront of me with his smiley face made him look so beautiful It started to rain and the moon was shinning in the river as be linked hands and exchanged grins. ----the wedding day!----- It was our wedding day! Finally I can be married to Daniel howell the man who makes life so much better! As he was walking down the aisle my brother giggling with excitement as well as dans brother just rolling his eyes at how sappy weddings are (what a teen) and there he was infront of me, my beautiful Danny. We shared our vowes and the whole chapel was filled with cheers. When we got to our hotel room dan said something to me "Well a promise is a promise,"he said "What is? You never promised me anything it think?" Dan just laughed "No but," he reached for his pocket," here you go, I told you I'll give it back when you marry me," it was the oyster from 10 years ago I gave dan on the first day I met him "I think it still works and still has money in it," dan said "Do you wanna go somewhere?" I said Dan took a pause and thought "Soho cemetery," "Why? And at this time?" I asked dumb fondedly "The asshole who wouldn't let me on his bus is buried there,I'd like to thank him" he said I grinned. "Yeah, thanks for being an ass hole pat," I whispered after," thank you so so much," And that was the story of how I met Daniel James Lester

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Prank (Luca×Elias)

Rays of sunshine were seeping through the window, making it harder to fall back asleep.

It was a saturday, meaning no classes; meaning the bed was just too tempting for the blond to even think of getting up.

"Yukiya?" He thought he called for his roommate, but instead of his voice; it was a female's soft voice that called out.

Elias furrowed his eyebrows, where did that come from? He slowly sat up from his bed and looked down at the rest of his body.

He could barely stop himself from screaming. What was the meaning of this?! Is he having some weird dream- no, a nightmare seems more like it.

He pulled the covers off of him. There was no mistaking it; this was nowhere near a boy's body.

He frantically looked around the room for his roommate, and in the process also realizing he had somehow grown long, wavy, blonde locks in a matter of hours, because he definitely didn't have this kind of hair before sleeping last night!

"Yukiya!" He calls out again; his hand immediately flies to cover his mouth. He almost forgot about the voice issue.

Yukiya was nowhere to be seen, and Elias really had no idea what to do. He was too scared to come out of the dorm room in that shape. What if someone saw him? How would he explain himself when even HE didn't know what was going on?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Elias rushed to the door, thinking it was Yukiya. However, it wasn't his roommate that was at the doorway.

"Prince Elias!" Luca beams, "Just wanted to check if you got my chocolate, and from the looks of it.." he eyes the blond up and down, "Seems like you did." Luca shoots Elias one of his infamous smirks.

"So, this is your fault! Of course, it is! Who else could've done that?!" Elias had his fists clenched in anger.

"Come on, at least you enjoyed the chocolate! Just had to add my own little magical touch you know?" He replied, the smirk never leaving his face, as he enters the dorm room and shuts the door behind him.

"Did you just invite yourself in?" Elias raises an eyebrow. He just wanted to murder that annoying green-haired boy, that seemed to catch his attention a lot for some unknown reason..

"Yup" Luca shrugs and plumps down on the bed.

"When are you planning to fix this?!" Elias snaps at him, "Idk, Prince- oh wait should I just start calling you princess now? Yeah, anyway, I think that look suits you quite well actually." Luca proceeds with the teasing.

"Luca! Fix this! NOW!" Elias demands, growing angrier every second.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you how to reverse the spell." Luca smiles.

"Well? What are you waiting for?!" Elias taps his foot impatiently.

"Sit down, will ya?" Luca pats the area next to him on the bed. Elias reluctantly sat down next to Luca, leaving a good amount of space between them.

Elias could not stop thinking of how stupid it was to just simply pick up the chocolate an unknown person left at his doorstep and just simply eat it. He was a sucker for chocolate but that was completely reckless, and look where it got him! He was at Luca's mercy, that is if he has any.

"To reverse the spell you need.." Luca pauses for a moment before mimicking a movie narrator's voice, "an act of true love! A true love's kiss!" He grins.

"What?" Elias asks, not really getting what Luca was trying to say. "Well, technically, it's not like that; you just have to kiss the one that put the spell on you, and since you already know who that is, then it's not much of an issue now, right?" Luca replies, but Elias keeps his eyebrows furrowed, "...What are you talking about?" The heat was rising to his face by now; he'd really hoped Luca didn't mean what it sounded like he meant.

Luca sighs then gently places a strand of Elias's hair behind his ear before slowly leaning closer and whispering in his ear, "You have to kiss me." Luca's hot breath near Elias's neck was enough to send shivers down his spine.

"What?!" Elias quickly got off the bed. He should've been angry or annoyed, but instead all he felt was the heat radiating from his cheeks.

"If you dislike the idea that much, well, I suppose you could just stay as a girl if you want. Have fun!" Luca got up, and made his way towards the door.

"W-wait!" Elias exclaimed, yet he couldn't even look Luca in the face, due to his embarrassment.

After a few moments of silence, Luca chuckled, "Here, let me help you out a bit." Though Elias couldn't see Luca's face, he knew that stupid smirk was plastered across his face.

Luca gently places two fingers under Elias's chin, forcing Elias to look at him. Luca admired Elias's blushing face for a few seconds, before pushing his lips against his.

Elias was tensed up at first, but slowly let himself relax, his hands finding their way to the back of Luca's neck, and eventually, Elias was running his hands through Luca's green hair. Luca moved his hands to Elias's waist pulling him as close as possible.

The door to the dorm was suddenly pushed open, revealing Elias's blue-haired roommate. Yukiya stood there with a raised eyebrow, waiting for someone to speak up.

Elias immediately pushed away Luca and started fumbling with words, trying to find an explanation.

"Luca, if you're gonna be making out with random girls, could you just,please, do that in your own room? Neither I nor Elias would appreciate seeing that." Yukiya says bluntly.

It hit Elias that he hasn't really turned back into a guy after all.

"Oh, this isn't a random girl, this is El-" Elias quickly stepped on Luca's toe, causing him to whimper a little and stopping him from finishing his sentence.

"E-Ella! That's me, y-yeah, Luca meant to say that I wasn't random and that I was special, you know?" Elias lets out a nervous laugh. Yukiya just stared at them as if trying to decide if he could care less.

"W-we'll be going now! Sorry to disturb you!" Elias says as he pulls Luca outside the dorm. After they got to Luca's dorm room, Elias just stood there, glaring at Luca.

"That wasn't how to reverse the spell, was it?" Elias crosses his arms.

"The effect of the potion wears off once you come in contact with water, but I figured if the only way to get a kiss from you was to do that then sure, why not?" Luca grins.

"You're unbelievable!" Elias huffs, "I'm going to take a shower; I need to get back to my usual self!" Elias makes his way to Luca's bathroom.

"Need any help with that? I'd still like to get a kiss from my actual prince Elias~ " Luca teases, "Shut up, Orlem." Elias mutters, his cheeks flushed. Maybe after the shower, he thought, another kiss wouldn't be so bad..

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