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A Reunion

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Summary: A chance meeting with someone from your past makes you relive the worst moments of high school. Luckily, your best friend, Bucky is there to help you forget. Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Female reader. Word Count: Over 4k Warnings: Fluff. Flirtatious Bucky. Use of Y/N (only once) Taglist: Join here Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

“Oh god! No, no, no.” You exclaimed as quietly as you could. You turned around and hid behind your hand, covering your face. Bucky was confused- chuckling as he watched you try to make yourself smaller, unnoticeable. As if that were ever possible, he thought.

“What’s wrong? Wh-why are you hiding?” He asked as he tried to follow your gaze.

“STOP IT! SHH!” You tried to shush him. Trying to make him stop jerking his head around and calling attention to your table.

“Why are you HIDING?!” he yelled louder to annoy you. Your eyes grew big with anger, and you kicked him under the table. He laughed and pretended to be hurt as he rubbed his poor shin.

“Ok. Don’t look now, but the woman to your seven was someone I knew in high school.” You whispered to him. Bucky turned his head to see the lady in question. “I SAID DON’T LOOK!” you whisper-yelled as you kicked him once again.

“Doll, if you keep that up, I might need a metal leg to match my arm.” He said rubbing where you kicked him.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just…she brings out the worst in me. Whatever I got, she got, but better. Always better,” you said with a sneer. “When I got tickets to go see my favorite band, she got premiere passes.” Bucky smiled and shrugged. “She hated The Gorillaz! Said she never got the whole cartoon thing.” His demeanor gave you the impression he didn’t think it was that bad.

“I worked for two years to buy myself a used car. What did she get? A brand-new Lexus with daddy’s credit card. The same weekend I bought my car! She didn’t even know how to drive! Her older brother dropped her off at school every morning. Everyone had a crush on him. They all wanted to be her friend because of Bryce. And she knew it.”

“Everyone…had a crush on him?” Bucky raised his eyebrows at you. You simply narrowed your eyes back at him.

“Not the point, Barnes. When I applied to CalTech for college, she said she wasn’t interested in West Coast schools. A few months later, she showed me an acceptance letter from them! I didn’t even know she had the grades or the extracurriculars to pull it off. Turns out, there was a sizeable donation to the school’s robotics program made so generously from her family.”

“Sounds like she just really wanted to be you,” Bucky said smirking.

“Ya. So much so, that she stole my boyfriend senior year!” you spat out.

“Ouch,” Bucky hissed. “Ok, ya. That one’s a low blow.” He turned his head inconspicuously again to get a better look at your so-called friend. She was beautiful; in the sense that everything was well-manicured and put together. Not a hair out of place. She had an aura of money- evident by the sparkle of her well-placed jewelry.

Bucky turned back to you. You had a more natural beauty. You didn’t try too hard, it just shone out. He’s seen you undercover before in one of the missions where you had to be dolled up. God help him, you knocked everyone out. Even Loki took a break from his brooding to look at you. Bucky has never been the same since.

“Look. It was a long time ago. I tried to go my separate way after high school. I honestly don’t even know if she attended CalTech or not. But what I do know is that I don’t want to see her.”

“Y/N is that you?!” you heard a shrill voice come closer.

Shit.

You put on your show smile. The smile you reserve for undercover missions. “Rachel! What a lovely surprise.” She went up to you along the iron fence of the café’s patio and tried to hug you.

She kissed you on both sides of your cheek as she said, “I didn’t know you were back in New York. I thought you would’ve stayed in California.” You didn’t miss the way her eyes scanned you up and down, homing in on things to probably critique you with.

Her eyes also kept drifting back between you and Bucky. “Wait, I’ve seen you before.” She said pointing to him. “Aren’t you an Avenger?” she squealed.

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky answered, saluting casually with a smile.

“Rachel, this is James Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Bucky, this is a friend of mine from high school, Rachel,” you introduced.

“Wow,” Rachel said, shaking hands with Bucky. “Bucky, is it?”

“James. Bucky is for close friends only,” he said with a practiced smile.

“I’ve never met a superhero before,” she charmed.

“Of course, you have. Dollface over here.” Bucky said pointing to you. Your smile faltered slightly at having the attention thrown back your way.

“Oh my gosh, that’s right! I’ve seen some of your heroics on TV! Amazing work.” Rachel said to you.

“Thank you.” You said surprised. Maybe this happenstance might not be so bad after all. Maybe she has changed.

“All that training and the time outdoors have done wonders for your body and your complexion. You look so much healthier now!”

Nope! She’s still horrible!

“She’s always been lovely,” Bucky interjected, giving you a half smile.

“Oh. My. Gosh. That’s so cute!” she said in a mock baby voice. “How romantic. How long have you two been together?” Rachel asked, prying and pointing in between the both of you.

“Oh, we’re just friends.” You were quick to throw in. You didn’t want Bucky to feel uncomfortable around you and have to explain anything he didn’t need to.

Rachel just looked between you and Bucky. Her eyes delaying in his direction. “Well, now that I know you’re in town, you must come to the charity event my dad is hosting next week. I know for a fact that your boss is going to be there!”

“My boss? Fury?”

“Fury, who? Is that what he’s calling himself nowadays? Yes. He and his wife Pepper have already RSVP’d.”

“Oh, you mean Tony?” you asked.

“He’s not our boss,” Bucky corrected with slight irritation.

“Oh, well, sure. Ok, I can send him the invite and let him know to forward it to you,” she smiled sweetly at you. “And maybe a plus one…” she said, her eyes darting to Bucky quickly.

“We might be busy. You know…saving the world and all,” you quickly declined. The last thing you needed was to be stuck in an event with her and some of her uptight friends.

“Already sent!” she said ignoring you and tapping on her phone. “I hope to see you both there!” She smiled at you and gave Bucky a wink. “We’ll be friends in no time, Bucky!” she said to him as a promise. Not if I have anything to do with it, you thought.

“Ugh. If she thinks that Tony can tell us what to do and go to this party, then she’s just as self-absorbed as she was in high school. You can’t just tell people what to do because you have money!”

“You have to go!” Tony ordered.

“No!” you answered back.

“Pepper and I can’t make it. Morgan’s got a play and Peter is competing at a science fair. You guys are the only other ones invited. You have to go.”

“What do you mean, have to? I don’t have to do anything! Especially go to an event where I won’t know anybody except for my mortal enemy!” you argued.

“Mortal enemy?! Aren’t you being a tad overdramatic now? Besides, you go to my parties all the time. I don’t see you ever complaining about going.”

“That’s because I like the people I’m with and you have an open bar for all the Avengers!”

“Not to Asgardians!”

“Only because they can outdrink everyone IN THE STATE!”

“Why are you YELLING?! WHAT ARE WE EVEN FIGHTING ABOUT?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” You and Tony squared off, looking at each other with your arms crossed.

“Look, her family are big investors in Adamantium. Her mother is in a council to help get in favor with the Wakandans to get Vibranium…” Tony tried to reason.

“Do you even need Vibranium? I’m pretty sure Steve could just call King T’Challa right now.”

“Not the point…” Tony tried again.

“Heck, Bucky over there probably has Shuri’s number!” you quarreled back, pointing to Bucky lounging on the sofa.

“The princess? No. But I do have Okoye’s. She checks in on me from time to time,” Bucky admitted, knocking on his metal arm.

“You’ve been awfully quiet this whole time, Barnes. Don’t you have anything to say about it? Don’t you want to go? You’re invited too.” Tony addressed him.

“I’ll go if dollface over here goes. And only then.” He stretched out and placed his arms behind his head, pulling his baseball cap over his eyes, signaling the end of his input into the subject.

“I’m not going, Tony. You can’t make me!” you yelled petulantly.

“Consider this an undercover mission. Okay?” Tony placated. “Go. Mingle. Charm everyone in the room. Gather some intel on your mortal enemy. Wine and dine them, then come home.” You squinted your eyes at him.

“Do it for Morgan. She would be so upset if mummy and daddy weren’t there to see her debut as apple tree #2…or was it #3? And Peter! He worked for months on his science project! Think of the sad teary eyes he would have when he sees we’re not there to support him. You don’t want Spider-Man to have sad, teary eyes, would you?!”

“Ugh, it’s not fair you’re using the munchkins as your excuse!”

“I don’t play fair. Especially when it comes to the kids, I would do anything to make the munchkins happy. You know this. Even putting you in the hands of your mortal enemy! Mwuahaha” Tony wrung his hands like a classic villain bent on world domination.

“For Morgan!” you pointed to his chest. “And Peter! Not for you. Not for all the Adamantium in the world. Understand?!”

“Completely!”

“And you’re paying for my dress!”

“Ugh, fine,” Tony said with a sigh.

“And shoes!”

“What happened to the last pair of Louboutins I got you?!”

“I had to be resourceful,” you said lifting your chin. “I used it to stab a HYDRA agent in the neck,” you smugly admitted. Tony and Bucky winced.

“Fine. Shoes too,” Tony conceded. “And you, Manchurian Candidate? Need anything?” he turned to Bucky.

“Ya. My gun is jamming even after I’ve already cleaned it. Do you think you can get me a different type of lube?” Bucky asked with a straight face. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but suppress your laughter from behind your hand.

“I’m dealing with children,” Tony mumbled under his breath as he started to leave.

“Buck!” you chuckled.

“What?! It’s for the gun! I swear!” he shrugged, proudly smiling that he made you laugh.

You sat next to him on the couch. Your whole body turned towards him as he rested his hand on your knee. “Are you really gonna go with me?” you asked timidly.

“Honestly, I thought you’d never listen to Tony and just flat-out refuse. I was counting on it.” You gasped looking him dead in the eye. “I thought you’d put up more of a fight!” he laughed as you grabbed a throw pillow and repeatedly hit him in the chest. “Ow! Dollface. Stop it!” he chuckled. “Jesus, you’re violent.”

“I could’ve used your help! If you didn’t want to go, you should’ve said something! He couldn’t make both of us go! Big help you were!” you huffed as you settled on the sofa.

“I’m sorry,” he said still chuckling. He pulled you in closer to him as you cradled his body towards yours. It was effortless. He wrapped his left arm over your shoulders and you lost count of all the times he would hold you like this, in the safety of his arms. It never made you feel cold or shiver. It made you feel safe. Protected. Like you could take on the world (and your mortal enemy) as long as he was with you. “It can’t be that bad, can it? You, me, all dressed up with a night on the town. All on Tony’s dime,” he answered looking into your eyes.

Whenever you caught his eyes, you always got lost in them. Blue- like a sunny sky on a cloudless beach. So, when Bucky painted this wonderful fantasy, you could vividly picture it. Little flutters in your stomach sprung forth at the thought of Bucky all dressed up. Looking as menacing as ever. “I hate that you’re being dragged into this. I’m sorry, Buck.”

“Why are you sorry? I’d never leave a man down. Especially you.” You suddenly felt the weight of his body pressed next to you.

“Ok. I guess I feel better about going.”

“Geez, she’s gonna kill me!” Bucky cried as he punched another agent in the face.

“Come now, soldier. What could she genuinely do?” Loki asked, trying to make Bucky feel better.

“You don’t know how resourceful she could be. What she could do with a pair of pointy heels!” Bucky answered.

“Oh, I know. I was there on that mission,” Loki chuckled. “You’re not that late. Besides…” he trailed off as he sunk his dagger into the oncoming HYDRA agent. “This was an emergency: life and death and all that. I’m sure she’ll understand,” Loki said dismissively.

“I don’t even have a suit! I forgot to get one! Oh, man! I can’t show up looking like this! I’m gonna embarrass her in front of her friends!” Bucky spread his arms out, looking down at his leather uniform splattered with ash and blood. His bright metal hand, flexing, as he brought his arm around again to deliver a final blow to the last agent standing.

Loki huffed, cleaving his dagger off some unsuspecting enemy. “Fear not, my friend, for we are finished with our chores, and I think it’s time for Cinderella to go to the ball, yes?”

“What are you saying?”

“I’ll be your proverbial godmother,” Loki spread his arms with a wide grin.

I’m gonna kill him! NO! First, I’m gonna take his metal arm and bash him over the head with it. THEN, I’m gonna kill him!

Bucky had stood you up. You spent the better part of the afternoon getting dressed and working your hair and make-up to go to this party that you didn’t even want to go to. Only to have Bucky be a no-show.

You thought back to what could’ve gone wrong. Did he forget? Was it your fault? You spent so much time dreading this party that you forgot to set any details with him. You didn’t want to think about it or give it any power over you. So, discussing the particulars with him might’ve slipped from your mind.

When you went to his room to leave together, he wasn’t there. FRIDAY said he had already left. So, you assumed that he took a separate ride to the party. Slightly crestfallen, you had Happy drop you off at the main entrance to the museum where the party was being held. Hoping you would catch him on the way in. But he wasn’t here either.

Now here you were, three canapés down with a flute of tepid Riesling, pretending to look at the portraits and paintings rather than engage with anyone else in conversation. You were seething. Your anger must’ve been evident because people avoided you all night. One look at you and they quickly turned as if you were the plague incarnate. Just like high school all over again.

“Y/N is that you?!” Rachel’s shrill voice echoed in the vast room. You closed your eyes, stilling your already fraying nerves. You turned to face her and were met, not only by her but by a crowd of people following her as well. “I hardly recognized you! You clean up so well.”

“Thank you, Rachel,” you said with sarcasm dripping out from every syllable.

“You remember my brother, Bryce,” she said gesturing to the guy standing next to her. Bryce looked handsome and dashing in his tailored black tuxedo. And he knew it too! He had the air of someone who was used to getting whatever and whomever he wanted. Evident by the not-so-subtle way he looked you up and down and leered.

“Of course. Bryce how are you?” you asked, offering your hand for a shake.

“On-shan-tay,” he said with a haughty fake accent. He took your offered hand and kissed the back of it, feeling the sticky Chapstick from his lips. God, at least you hope it was Chapstick. The whole act made you cringe. It wasn’t as smooth or as charming as Loki would’ve done it. It definitely wasn’t the comforting hug and kiss Bucky would’ve left on your cheek. He would’ve squeezed you tight till you went limp in his arms.

Thinking about Bucky made you miss him. You only hope he had a good reason as to why he stood you up tonight. You tried to hide the snide in your lips as you pried your hand back from Bryce. You wiped it behind you, surreptitiously stepping to the side, giving more space in between you.

“Are you here by yourself? I thought you would’ve brought your handsome friend with you.” Rachel said loudly enough for her crowd to hear. “Oh Y/N, you always were the lone wolf. Never one to have any serious relationships. Even in high school,” she chuckled lightly, prompting her friend group to smile and jeer behind her.

“Yes. It was difficult. Especially when someone stole my boyfriend senior year,” you criticized.

Rachel chuckled with a tight look on her face, “I can’t believe you still remember that?! That was so long ago. We were children! And besides, I did you a favor. He would’ve broken your heart anyway. Like he did mine. All he talked about was school and getting into college. He never had time for me. Ugh, men! You can’t live with them, you can’t live without them,” she laughed, signaling her flunkies behind her to follow suit.

You balled the napkin you had in your hand and clutched it tightly. If your hands are busy, they can’t punch anyone in the face, right?

Right?!

“There you are! Sorry, I’m late, dollface. I got held up at work.” Bucky’s voice cut through the nightmarish gaggle of taunts and laughs. They parted to let him through and stared as he passed every one of them, leaving them to gawk in wonder.

Including you! You were right. Bucky did clean up really well. His usual disheveled hair was styled. His black tux had satin lapels that shone under the museum spotlights. But what pulled it off even more, and what made him look so dangerously tempting, was the slight cut in his lower lip. Coupled with the faint sheen of his exposed metal hand, made him look menacing and downright sinful.

When he reached you, he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. He kissed your cheek as he inhaled your perfume.

“Bucky, what happened? You’re hurt!” you exclaimed wiping his lower lip with your thumb. He winced slightly when you touched his gash, holding your hand to his cheek.

“I’m sorry I was late, but there was an urgent mission I had to take care of. I would’ve gotten word to you sooner, but it was all very hush-hush. You know how these things are,” he apologized, taking the palm of your hand and kissing it.

You looked him over after hearing the news, making sure he wasn’t injured. He should be at home resting. Not here, pretending to have a good time so you could save face for a bunch of nobodies from high school.

“Don’t fuss over me, sweetheart. I’m fine, really!” he insisted.

“But-”

“Don’t worry about me…let me look at you!” he said nudging you gently from his embrace. He twirled you around making you smile at his playfulness. “Wow! Gorgeous, dollface! You look good!” his smirk ignited something inside you. A momentary predacious look from his eyes had you feeling shy and flustered. “You look real good!” he said subconsciously licking his lips.

“One question though,” Bucky said, interrupting your sinful thoughts about what he could do with that tongue. “Whose this guy?!” he asked, pointing his thumb to Bryce. Bucky’s tone was serious and possessive. He hadn’t even looked at anyone else since you locked eyes with him. And frankly, you had forgotten anyone else was in the room.

You looked over to Rachel and Bryce, along with her adoring minions, who were now curious as they watched you and Bucky have your own intimate reunion.

“Bucky! You remember my classmate Rachel from the cafe,” you said pointing in her direction. “This is her brother, Bryce.”

“Bucky! It’s so nice to see you again!” Rachel sweetly spoke as she touched his shoulder and let her fingers trail down his arm. Bucky stopped her hand and shook it in greeting.

“It’s James,” he corrected. “Mr. Barnes, if you’re dollface over here,” he winked at you. “Nice to meet you Bryan, but if you will excuse us, I need to make up for my absence by giving this beautiful woman here all my attention.”

“It’s Bryce!” he shouted back, but by then Bucky had gotten you halfway across the floor as you looked back and gave both Rachel and Bryce an exaggerated apology. Bucky twirled you once again and held you close to his chest. Leaving you giggling as you wrapped both your arms around his neck.

“You made it!” you breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that familiar safety and security of being in his arms. “I thought you- never mind. I guess it doesn’t matter now that you’re here.” You looked down straightening his bow tie and fixing his lapels. Embarrassed about what you were about to confess.

“You thought I’d forgotten about you? You of all people?” He hooked your chin as he led your eyes to look at him. “Never!” The promise in his voice never wavered. And the teasing in his eyes made you lose your inhibitions.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes,” you whispered as you leaned in and kissed his soft lips. He stood there frozen, wide-eyed, and watching, as you kissed him for the very first time.

This kiss would change everything between you. He knew that, but did you? He’s imagined kissing you like this for so long. To finally make you his. But he never acted on it, afraid that you would reject his advances. He froze, wondering what this could mean for your relationship. You felt him stiffen. He stood still, letting you kiss him and not reciprocate any affection back.

OMG, I made a huge mistake. “I’m sorry, Buck. I didn’t-” You pulled away as tears welled at the bottom of your eyes. You had taken a chance and it didn’t pay off. He didn’t feel the same way. You were blindsided by his whole entrance. His whole presence, that you mistook it for interest. The memories of high school came full circle with the feelings of rejection that sprung forth, heating your body in embarrassment.

He pulled you back into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you tighter, held you just a bit closer, and kissed you back with the hunger and ferocity you had only fantasized about late at night.

He opened his mouth to moan out your name and you didn’t care who was watching at this point. You were finally kissing Bucky, and just like everything else about him, it was better than you had ever imagined.

He winced slightly at the tug of your mouth, and you quickly stopped to see if he was ok- remembering his cut lip.

“No, do it again. I liked it,” he blushed.

“Well, well, well. I learn something new about you every day, Mr. Barnes.”

“Keep calling me ‘Mr. Barnes’ and you’ll learn a whole new side of me,” he teased.

A/N: Inspired by a chance meeting I had with my mortal enemy. This has been sitting on my editing notes for FOREVER. And if I don't publish it now, I fear that I will just keep adding onto the story.

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Secret Ingredient

A/N: Surprise! Two new writings in one week? (don’t expect this of me more lol). I missed Peter so here’s a Peter piece. Enemies to lovers, living situation inspired by New Girl (literally one of the best shows ever), only the best of the best. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT. DNI if you are under 18. 18+ only

Word Count: 11.6k+

Being in your twenties is such a surreal time in life. There are people who are getting engaged and married. Others are having children. Some work part-time jobs while going to school. The best part is that for the first time ever there is no set in stone plan to follow. You do what you think is right and hope for the best.

That’s why you didn’t second guess your living situation. Honestly, you loved it. Sure, the loft was cramped and at times could be hell on earth, but mostly it was home. Your safe space.

The loft had four of you in it. You, Noah, Logan, and Peter. Your roommates. The people you spent the most time with. Who saw you at your best and worst. They were who you ate dinner with almost every night, fought over bathroom schedules with, and who you complained to about the shitty coworkers you had to deal with.

Logan was who you had known the longest. You two had met in college. Your first encounter with him was finding him sitting naked on your roommates bed, screaming as you walked in instead of her. He claimed that she had said she was going to be back at the dorm within a few minutes, but had yet to return. It was supposed to be a sexy surprise, but turned into a traumatizing experience for the both of you.

When they stopped seeing each other, you two kept in touch. Late night study sessions, lunch in the student union, and more parties than you cared to admit you had attended were all filled with Logan by your side. He moved away the last year of school to play AAA baseball, but an injury halted that track and sent him home, effectively ending his playing career.

He had his own friend group that he hung around, the other boys you lived with, but you didn’t know that much about them at the time, and you had Lily.

You and Lily had grown up with each other and spent more time together than apart. Were you two complete opposites? Absolutely. Lily was a professional model who had moved to New York way before you to pursue her passion and it had paid off. She lived with other models in a tiny apartment, but she loved it and you loved it for her. However, when you became homeless because of your ex you knew that moving in with her wasn’t an option.

Steven was your ex who you had lived with for nearly three years. He cheated on you, quite literally leaving you on the curb and you turned to Logan. The fourth bedroom in his apartment had just recently opened and they hadn’t found another renter yet. You entered their lives and had been there ever since.

You grew closer with Logan when you moved in and became quick friends with Noah. He was the most “adult” out of all of you. He had a great job that made him decent money, had a new car, and was overall doing fairly well for himself. Apart from the living with three other people thing.

The first night you all shared dinner together, the week after you had moved in, you all joked around the table, trying to get to know them all better, Lily joining as she had been helping you move. “So, Noah, do you have a boyfriend?” Logan choked on his beer at the question, doubling over in laughter and collapsing from his chair as Noah’s large eyes widened even further at you.

“Wha-what? You, you think I’m gay? Why would you think I’m gay?” He stuttered over his words as Logan wiped the tears from his eyes, Peter snickering behind his beer bottle as embarrassment coursed through you.

“Jesus, I am so sorry. You’re just so put together, you know? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a straight man's bedroom look as clean and as planned out as yours. Plus, you wear a lot of cardigans. You have more bathroom products than the rest of us put together. It just seemed to fit,” you shrugged as Logan climbed back into his chair and Noah scoffed at you.

He stabbed his chicken with his fork and laughed as he spoke. “I appreciate you noticing all of those things, but just because I am more put together than all of you hooligans combined does not mean I am a homosexual,” you shot a look to Logan, silently seeing if he agreed with you. He nodded his head in response, letting you know that he in fact thought the same when he first met him.

Lily spoke up in your defense. “I read the listing for the apartment on Craig’s List and I thought it was for an apartment with all girls. You wrote it, right, Noah?” His utensils fell to the plate in a clatter as he folded his hands on the table. “What made you think that? Was it the use of actual educated vocabulary?” She shrugged as he continued on.

“Also, have you not seen the amount of women that come in and out of my room?” You shook your head, trying not to laugh as he dove in to his graphic tales of sexual encounters with said women. Peter practically ignored the rest of the conversation, being the first to leave the table that night as everyone shared funny stories.

Noah’s room, you would come to learn, was an ever revolving door. When you went to the bar that Logan worked at you saw his demeanor with them and most of the time he didn’t even use a real name.

The first time you heard his alter ego's name, Richard Hurtz, you actually cringed. The boys thought it was hysterical and clever, Peter throwing in a comment about you not understanding it, but you got it. You flat out told them, Dick Hurtz, was just not funny. You got called stupid in return.

That was Peter. Oh, Peter. You didn’t know what his deal was, but when you two were introduced at your apartment interview, he was immediately put off by you. You had tried every trick in the book to get him to talk to you, but no matter what you did it was a wasted effort.

His room was directly across from yours, meaning that encountering each other was going to happen quite a bit and you wanted to be cordial. Hell, even friends. One night you found yourself alone in the apartment with him and you tried getting him to eat dinner with you, but he turned you down, locking himself in his room instead.

You begged Lily for advice on the phone, practically in tears because you just didn’t understand why he didn’t like you. She had told you that he was just an asshole, but you didn’t believe that.

The look he had given you when you had met was one you hadn’t seen directed at you before. You thought you were a fairly friendly person. It was rare to have someone not like you and it made you uneasy when someone didn’t. Especially when that person was who you were going to be living with.

Over time he spoke to you a bit more and kept the looks to himself, but the snide and snarky comments did not stop. You assumed it was because Lily had cornered him in the bar one night and threatened him to be nice to you or she’d kill him. Eventually you ended up confronting him about his utter disdain for you and he didn’t seem taken aback by the question at all.

“Have I done something to offend you?” He eyed you as you stared at him from the dining room table, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “I can tell that I have done something to upset you and keep you from talking to me and whatever I did I am truly sorry. I’m not used to people not liking me and honestly it makes me want to throw up every time I’m around you because I want to be friends with you,” you rambled as he watched you, but he finally cut you off.

“I didn’t want you to move in. I didn’t want a girl in the apartment. I liked the way it was before you moved in,” you chewed on your lip as he spoke, but broke into a big grin at the end. “Hey, there’s no reason for you to have to act any differently around me! Just treat me like one of the guys,” you awkwardly tried to lean back in the chair, tucking one hand into your pants and sipping the beer that had been sitting out on the table for god knows how long. You gagged, making a face as the liquid went down your throat.

“Good lord, how old is that?” You just wanted him to like you. He shook his head, sighing as he walked out of the room and you groaned, letting your head rest against the table top. You really did try everything you could, even reading one of his old college textbooks from his room to try and understand what he was talking about when he spoke about work.

He worked at Oscorpe and according to Noah and Logan, was a borderline genius. You figured that if you attempted to build a relationship with him in regards to his interests he would love it!

It didn’t impress him. Instead only earning a narrowed eye stare and silence in return as you tried to make small talk about an “article” you had read earlier that week from the Times. Really, all you did was a quick google search on science stories and memorized the title.

It was finally your chance as you two were alone in the loft, he was parked on the couch watching tv and you approached quietly, not wanting to frighten him off. You sat in silence for a bit before you shakily spoke up, clearing your throat to signal that you were going to speak. “Did you see that article about how some scientists restored organ function to pigs after they died?”

You flipped through a magazine, as nonchalantly as possible as he sat at the other end of the sofa, watching the news about Spider-Man. His head turned towards you and gave you that look and offered no response as you tried to drag any conversation with him out. You didn’t look up from the magazine in your hands as you spoke again, “Pretty crazy, huh?”

He sighed, turning the volume up on the tv as you abandoned that method. You decided to talk to him about Spider-Man. Everyone knows about Spider-Man and you even had a personal encounter with him. “He saved me once,” you mentioned as you watched the news. His jaw set tightly as you said that. Peter offered no suggestion to continue with the story, but you did anyway.

“Yeah, he saved me from a burning building. The dorm I lived in. Some idiot was cooking with a hotplate and it caught fire. I was asleep with my headphones on and didn’t hear the smoke detectors. He got me out of the building. He was a really cool guy and offered me some tips on safety like not sleeping with noise cancelling headphones on,” you chuckled at the memory, feeling so stupid about the circumstances.

Peter’s gaze bore into you as you spoke and for a split second you swore you saw his lip quirk a tiny bit at your tale. “I always like seeing him in the news. Means he’s still helping people. Hopefully, I will not need his assistance again,” you met his eyes and he looked away, attention going back to the tv.

“Knowing you, you probably will.” You wanted to scream and jump as you got him to actually respond to you. No matter how cool you tried to play it, the smile that spread over your face couldn’t be hidden.

It was rare to have a private moment at home because someone was always there. Always. That’s why as you ended the awkward first date you had been on with some guy a girl at work had set you up with, you were actually grateful that they were home.

He was the most bland person you had ever spoken with before. You couldn’t even remember his name, it had been that bad. He spoke like a robot and his most enthralling story of the night had been about how at work last week he made a rubber band ball. He wasn’t the type you would normally go for, but hey a free meal is a free meal. Now you regretted it as you approached your door, positively drained from the evening.

The young man quickly dropped you off and made his departure as you walked in the front door, throwing your purse on the entryway table. The guys all sat on the sofa, watching football as you walked towards them, taking your corner spot with a loud sigh.

“Date didn’t go well?” You took the beer offered to you from Logan’s outstretched hand. “Nope. I watched ice melt to keep myself entertained. Food was shit too,” you reached forward and grabbed the bag of chips from the coffee table. You looked around to see where the beer had come from and Logan pointed to the floor.

“Cooler. Now we don’t have to get up,” you nodded your head and leaned back against the couch and chuckled. “Nice,” you stuffed a handful of chips into your mouth as Noah spoke up.

He shrugged as he scrolled on his phone. “You need to stop dating and just do what I do. Makes it so much easier,” you contemplated his words and nudged him with your foot. “I haven’t had sex in three months. You think you could help me find someone to hook up with?”

The guys all collectively groaned at your announcement, but he nodded his head. “You need a casual hook-up. Logan works tomorrow night at the bar. When you’re off work, meet us there and I’ll help you,” Logan’s attention never left the TV as a team scored, he cheered as he checked the sheets of paper in front of him, marking things down.

Logan ruffled your hair and you slapped his hand away as Peter stood from the couch. “I can’t wait to see this. You have the worst personality for casual flings,” he stretched as he walked to his room. His shirt slowly rode up and offered a quick glance at his abs, arms flexing below the fabric of his sweater.

How the hell was he so built? He works in a lab and you had never seen him workout before. You snapped out of your thoughts when Logan and Noah shouted again, jumping up from the couch as one team stole the ball from their competitor. “That wasn’t very nice,” you said as you sipped your beer and Noah laughed, shaking his head at you.

“I needed that for my fantasy team,” Logan murmured as he opened his phone.

You sat at the bar, sipping on a Long Island Iced Tea as Logan and Noah scouted the room for you. Lily sat beside you, acting as your hype girl for the night. Your eyes widened at the incredibly attractive man that entered the building. “What about tall, dark, and handsome over there? Mama needs a piece of that,” a chorus of ew’s echoed from the boys as Logan shook his head.

Lily nodded hers and smiled. “Hell yes. He would be perfect,” Logan gave an overexaggerated shutter. “Don’t talk like that. It’s so gross,” you straightened your dress hem as you stood up, ignoring his words.

You wore one of your favorites tonight and you thought you looked pretty good. “Okay, I’m going. I can totally do this,” you were trying to hype yourself up as Peter rolled his eyes at you. Lily pinched his arm and he leaned away from her, hissing in pain, rubbing the spot.

“Just don’t be yourself and you should be fine,” you shot him a mean glance, but took his words more literally than he probably meant. Don’t be yourself and you should be fine. Don’t be yourself.

As you sauntered over to the other end of the bar the man smiled. You took the seat next to him, trying to be alluring and mysterious, but saw Noah shake his head and mouth, “Change your face!” Lily chewed on her lip, whispering with them as they all watched.

You quickly shook whatever look off that he had pointed out and the man spoke up. “Can I get you something to drink, gorgeous?” You fluttered your eyelashes at his question. “Sure, thank you. I’ll take a vodka cran. Light cran,” you thought of the girliest drink you could and that was what came to mind first. You decided to roll with your plan.

Don’t be yourself. “I’m Jonathan. What’s your name, beautiful?” You shook his outstretched hand gently. You needed this. Something different. No strings attached.

His smirk grew as you offered a fake name, sipping the drink that Logan had placed in front of you. You two chatted for a while quickly realizing you two had nothing in common. This was good! It was exactly what you needed.

He had leaned into you more as you two continued chatting, hand landing on your knee as he whispered to you. “Wanna get out of here? We can go back to my place?” You bit your lip, nodding as you stood with him, letting him lead you out of the bar.

You shot a glance over your shoulder and saw the group shoot you a thumbs up, cheering you on. Peter sat with a grimace on his face that you ignored. Nothing new with him.

When you got to Jonathan’s place things escalated quickly. You two were in a messy kiss that you were not enjoying as he took your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Um, ow. Sorry, can you not do that?” You laughed, trying to keep it light as he nodded, leading you to his room. Most of your clothing was forgotten as he started to attempt to rub you. That should’ve been your warning sign, but you kept it going, silently hoping it would get better.

It didn’t. The rest of the experience was a horrible let down. He obviously did not know about female anatomy because he never found what he was looking for and given you didn’t know this man you didn’t offer assistance. His dirty talk mostly consisted of asking if you felt good.

When it was finished you climbed off of his lap and sat on the bed next to him. A large smile took over his face as you wrapped yourself in the top sheet from his bed. “Wow. That was amazing,” he kissed your cheek as you only nodded your head in response.

Within minutes he was snoring. You quickly gathered your clothes and got dressed, making your way back to the apartment. When you got home you sighed into the quiet space and went straight to your room.

You fought within yourself, feeling incredibly dirty and just wanting to wash off the night from you, but so frustrated with how the evening's events played out that climbing straight into bed sounded like heaven. Everyone's doors were shut, no lights peering from underneath as you made your way to the shared bathroom.

You felt grimy and began scrubbing yourself, using the removable showerhead to get your back. You didn’t mean for it to happen, but when you felt the water pulse against you an involuntary moan slipped out. It was well past one in the morning. Who would know?

You let the water push against your throbbing clit, breaths going shallow and feeling yourself warm up. The pleasure was building now in your belly, but you were teetering on the edge, not able to fully fall over it. Your mind began to wander and you thought back to the events of the other night.

Seeing his shirt expose his toned and ripped torso, the hidden muscles on his arms flex as he stretched. His head rolling to the side showcasing his incredible jaw line that had light stubble growing on it that you imagined scratching your inner thighs. His large hands wander over your body, kneading at your flesh.

As you were about to finish, the coil in you about to snap, you heard the bathroom door shut. Your eyes snapped open, your orgasm long forgotten as you mustered up the courage to poke your head out of the curtain. No one was in there, thank god, but you weren’t sure how loud you had been.

You felt shameful that you had let your mind think to one of your roommates in order to cum. What the hell was wrong with you?

You wrapped up your shower and wandered back to your room when you saw it. The light streamed out from underneath Peter’s door, but turned off as you walked by. Your face burned at the idea that he had heard you.

There was no possibility he had known you were thinking of him, but it felt horrible knowing you had used your mind to get off on the thought of him.

You got to your room and softly shut the door. Maybe he didn’t hear anything. Maybe he opened the door, heard the shower was on, and left. The chance of that being true was little, but you clung to that thought. It was what helped you fall asleep, pissed that you had been robbed of an orgasm twice that night.

The next morning you gave yourself a pep talk to go into the kitchen, ready to face whatever was waiting for you. A breath of relief escaped you as you discovered the living quarters empty.

As you poured yourself a bowl of cereal, reveling in the rare silence that hardly ever came across the apartment, you heard feet shuffling. Bringing the spoon to your mouth, you tried not to let any attention fall to the boy who had entered the room.

He made no effort to chat so there was a chance that you had been worrying for nothing. There was a chance it wasn’t even him who came to the bathroom last night. Peter probably didn’t hear anything.

The sound of your spoon hitting the bowl and his movements around the kitchen as he made a smoothie echoed off the walls, filling the uncomfortable silence that settled over you two whenever you seemed to find yourselves alone together.

A glass was placed in front of you, a light pink liquid filling it half full. “I made too much,” your eyes widened in surprise as he walked out of the room, sipping his own.

“Thank you!” You called out after him, but he stopped and turned on his heel. “By the way, if you’re going to masturbate in shared spaces, keep it down so you don’t disturb the entire loft,” your jaw fell slack at his words, speechless as he turned and continued his walk to his room, a laugh falling from him as he did.

The group all cackled as you sat at the bar, sharing the story of your failed one night stand from the previous week. “He fell asleep how fast?” Your face burned at Noah’s question, playing with the napkin that sat under your drink. “Within like five minutes of completion,” Logan gagged at your response.

“God, don’t call it that. You’re gonna ruin sex for me. It’s like hearing my grandmother talk about it,” an exasperated sigh left you, lightly bouncing in your seat. “Guys, please help me! I just want good, no strings attached sex,” Peter snorted into his beer, leaving his spot at the bar and saying goodnight to everyone as his phone went off.

Was that a news alert? What normal guy had news alerts on his phone? Lily snapped you out of your thoughts, asking you questions about what else you were looking for instead.

Noah scouted the room and pointed at a man by the jukebox. “He’ll do. Go,” before you could protest, he shoved you off the stool.

The night ended worse than the week before. He finished within three minutes and you left as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

You prayed the apartment would be quiet with everyone asleep as you shut the door behind you. The TV’s noise indicated that your prayers had been left unanswered. Even worse, it was Peter on the couch occupying the space.

He eyed you as he sipped his beer. “You’re home early.” It was meant more as an out loud observation rather than a segway for conversation, but this was your chance and the most he had ever offered you.

“In the last week I’ve had two awful sexual encounters. I’m giving up,” you sat on the opposite end of the couch, following your patterns from the last time this happened, not wanting to spook him. You just wanted this to go on a bit longer.

He only shrugged as he nursed the beer, but you continued talking, nerves wracking you as you spoke to him. “I guess sex just isn’t great for girls. Like when I was with Steven, I mean he loved it, but I never climaxed. Every hook-up since has just been a let down,” Peter’s eyes widened at you.

“You’ve never finished with a guy before?” You shook your head as his eyes nearly bugged out at you. “No. I know I can finish cause I mean I can do it myself,” your cheeks burned as you rambled on, feeling awkward talking about this, especially with Peter.

“Sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous. This is the longest we’ve ever talked and it’s about my sexual blunders. I will actually keep talking if you do not stop me. Do you always make girls finish? Noah brags all the time about it. Guys always do though like this guy I went to highschool with. I was at a party and he asked me if he could finger me and I punched him for asking. Another time in college I heard some girls talking about fisting and when I looked it up online I almost passed out. There was this one-,” Peter finally cut you off, putting both his hands up watching you.

“Please just stop talking for two seconds. You ask questions then leave no space for responses,” you leaned back on the cushion and groaned. “And yes. Most guys do so either you’re doing something wrong or they are,” his words played around in your head.

What if he was right? What if you were the issue? How the hell could you fix this? You wanted to be able to have good sex and for once have an orgasm, but if you were doing something wrong how would you know? Your head slowly turned to Peter, reaching your decision at lightning speed.

“Have sex with me,” he choked on his beer, a coughing fit following as the words settled over him. “What the hell? Absolutely not,” you moved closer to him on the couch. “Please? Peter, it would help me so much! You would be able to tell me what I’m doing wrong and coach me through it. Plus, you’d be getting sex for it. Obviously, we wouldn’t tell anyone. We aren’t that close so it wouldn’t be too weird. I mean it’s not like me sleeping with Logan, you know what I mean?” he was shaking his head as you continued on.

“No. That would only make things weird. I’m not your sex coach,” your bottom lip pushed out as you gave the best puppy dog look you could. You clasped your hands together in a begging motion as you moved even closer, thighs brushing one another.

“Just think about it. You don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think about it,” You didn’t wait to see his reaction, going towards the restroom to shower off another failed night.

You didn’t see Peter all of the following week. He was ignoring you of course. Each day that passed was a painful reminder of what you had asked him to do. You still thought it was a good idea.

You and Peter were not close. Having sex would be like having sex with a stranger. A stranger you lived across the hall from, but it would be fine. You would be able to continue on with life afterwards like nothing happened and hopefully have better sex thereafter.

That was what you kept telling to yourself to make you feel better about asking that of him.

It was late on a Friday and you had the loft to yourself. Noah was out with some girl, Lily was busy, and Logan had a closing shift at the bar. Having the TV free meant a Twilight marathon and you were so happy.

Rain lightly fell outside, the room was chilly as you sprawled out on the couch, a thick blanket over you. You had no idea who’s sweatshirt you were wearing, but it was cozy and kept you warm.

Peter’s door flew open and revealed a dripping wet boy. You paused the TV as his gaze fell on you. You awkwardly smiled and waved at him, but confusion etched across your face as you took him in.

“Why are you wet?” His wide eyes looked frantic as he tried to respond to you. You knew it. What little, tiny progress you had made with him was gone because of your ask of him. He was nervous to be around you!

“I just showered,” he responded as he walked to the kitchen. Your brows furrowed. You didn’t hear the shower running, but discarded your follow up question as he walked past where you sat, looking for a matching sock.

You gently took his hand in yours and his head snapped to you. “Have you thought about what I asked?” He sighed at your question. He removed his hand from yours like he had been burned. You watched him close it into a tight fist. You let your hand go to your chest, worried that you had hurt him in some way.

“Yes and the answer is still no.” Your smile fell and you sat up, discarding your blanket and facing him. His eyes fell to the sweatshirt you were wearing and he pointed at it. “That’s mine,” you looked down and started issuing apologies as you went to remove it.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It was on the back of the couch and I got cold. Noah doesn’t let me run the heater,” you chuckled, but his hand landed on yours, stilling your movements. “It’s fine.” You thanked him, but you had questions gnawing at you about why he wouldn’t sleep with you.

“Peter. Why won’t you sleep with me? Is it because I’m not your type? Or am I not pretty or something?” A bewildered look took over his face at your questions.

“No, no. It’s not that. You’re very pretty,” your heart skipped a beat at his words. Peter thought you were pretty. “I just don’t want things weird around here,” you waved him off, pulling him onto the couch with you, but he put distance between you both as he sat.

“Don’t worry about that! I promise it won’t be weird. It won’t,” he shook his head at your words. So, you went to the last resort.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes as a chorus of pleases and pretty pleases flowed from you. It went on this way for a minute as he turned and eyed you and in the blink of an eye, Peter’s lips collided with yours. His hands enclosed around yours that sat on the tops of your thighs.

The shock faded from you as your eyes slipped shut, returning the kiss. Peter broke off and his eyes scanned your face. “One time. I will sleep with you one time. It will be tomorrow at one when everyone is asleep. It will happen in your bedroom. No one knows, especially Lily. This stays between us, do you understand?”

You nodded your head quickly, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. He got up from the couch, going to his room. Your breathing was ragged and uneven as you tried to calm down. What the hell did you just do?

You were going to sleep with Peter Parker.

The following day you didn’t see Peter once. He was gone before you woke up and not home when you got back from work. The work day had been entirely pointless, your mind only able to think about your arrangement for later that evening.

You were going to give Peter a chance to back out. A nagging feeling was pushing into your thoughts that you had pressured him into this. What was this going to do to your relationship? Honestly, it couldn’t go further south than it already was.

You stood in front of your floor length mirror, your robe opened at the front, looking at your bra and panties. The light green material with floral embellishments suited your skin. The cups were mesh, showcasing your entire breast. The thong matched, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was your favorite set you had.

When a light knock on your door shook you from your thoughts, you quickly closed the robe and went to answer it. Peter stepped in after you and you both stood there, looking at one another before you spoke.

“Listen, Peter, if you don’t want to do this, I completely understand. I don’t want you to feel like I pressured you or anything,” a smirk took over his lips as you spoke. “I said I’d help so I’m gonna help,” you lightly nodded as he stepped closer to you, hand going to your jaw.

You giggled and pulled away. “I’m so nervous. Just-uh, tell me something about yourself. Like a fun fact or something to help me,” he rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Like what?” You shrugged, bouncing from one foot to the other, hands playing together as you sighed.

“I don’t know. Anything,” He narrowed his eyes and looked at you. “I’ve lived in New York my entire life,” surprise took over you at the fact. “Oh my gosh, really? You seem like the type of person who’s lived in New York his whole life, but I didn’t want to assume. What was high school like?”

He shrugged and sat on the bed. “It was good. I went to a science high school so I was destined for the science path,” you moved closer to him, standing between his legs as he talked. “You seem like it. Really smart I mean,” you spoke quieter as he looked up at you, hands moving to your waist as you pushed the hair out of his face.

It was softer than you imagined. His thumbs swept across your hip bone as he gave a soft smile. “You have a really pretty smile,” you chuckled as your hand went lower, lightly cupping his jaw. His smile grew slightly larger as yours beamed at him. You bent down just slightly, Peter almost your height even sitting and connected your lips together.

The kiss was gentle at first, exploring one another in a way you hadn’t before. You two kissed for awhile before Peter broke away and his honey eyes swept over you. You hadn’t seen them this close before and they were gorgeous, unbelievably easy to get lost in for hours. “I’m gonna kiss you again and take your robe off, okay?”

His breath fanned over your face as he whispered to you. He connected you both together, lips dancing as you both started breathing heavier. One of his hands left your hip, pulling at the silk tie of your robe. You let it fall off your shoulders and Peter pulled back as he eyed you, brows furrowing.

“You bought lingerie for this?” You shook your head, moving your hands to tangle in his locks as his eyes scanned over your near naked frame. “No, this is just my bra and panties. I have a bunch like this,” his eyes closed and he chuckled as he pulled you to him.

“Of course you do,” his lips landed on yours again as your arms wrapped around his neck. He tasted so good, you didn’t want to stop as his tongue explored your mouth, small whimpers leaving you at the feeling. Your hands moved to the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up and discarding it in the room.

Peter pulled back, lips swollen and glistening. “Okay, so kissing isn’t the problem,” he chuckled breathlessly as you peered down at him, relief evident at his revelation. He nudged you gently towards the bed and you laid down, Peter following and putting his weight on you.

“Let’s just let this naturally progress so I can see what you do, okay?” You agreed as you laid back and his lips attacked your skin. His hands brushed across your chest, a gasp leaving you as his finger pinched your puckered nipple through the thin fabric.

“There’s condoms on the nightstand,” you mumbled as he kissed your neck. He pulled away and stopped, seeing your confused look. “We’re not even close to that,” your confusion only ran deeper as Peter stared down at you.

“I have to get you ready first. Has a guy ever warmed you up before he just fucked you?” You felt embarrassed by his question. Too mortified to respond, you just shook your head, hiding behind your hands.

He gently removed them from your face. “Hey, don’t hide from me. It’s not your fault. That’s their job, not yours. I need you to tell me how this normally goes for you. What have you done?” You shrugged thinking back to your past sexual experiences.

“They normally kiss me for a bit, throw a condom on, put me on top, and that’s about it. Oh, I’ve also given blowjobs. Not many, but a few. That’s about it,” Peter’s jaw fell open and he grew almost angry as you explained.

“Have you ever been on bottom?” You shook your head, a small no following. “Have you ever been given oral?” You offered the same response as before. “Have you ever been fingered?” You laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “I’ve done it to myself, but never by someone else. Last week the guy spent most of the time rubbing my left lip and I just wanted it to be over so I didn’t say anything,” Peter’s eyes shut as he calmed himself down at your words.

“Jesus christ. Alright, I’m gonna fix this,” before you could respond his lips were back on your neck. A sigh fell from you at the feeling, but you tried to hold it in, Peter reluctantly pulled away, eyeing you. “Don’t hold back for me. I need to hear you,” you nodded at him as he bent back down, lips attaching to your nipple over the mesh of your bra, a nervous laugh escaping at his words that faded into a moan.

Your breath stuttered at the feeling, his hand working your other breast. His hands went behind your back, unhooking the bra and removing it. He went back to work as your breathing grew ragged. His fingers brushed down your torso and paused at the top of your panties. He gently let his fingertips skip over your core.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned as he felt you. “M’sorry,” you mumbled as he chuckled. “Don’t apologize, that’s good, dove.” That name. You knew that name. Someone had called you that name before.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it because you felt his slender finger pull your panties to the side and run a single knuckle through your folds.

Your breath hitched as he moved from your chest to your cunt. His forearm landed on your lower stomach, locking you in place with an insane strength, forcing your legs to stay open for him. “You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen,” you giggled nervously as his fingers gathered your slick and landed in his mouth.

“Thank you,” his laugh made you jerk, his breath fanning across you. His tongue flattened and you jumped, eyes going wide at the new sensation. His grip didn’t let you get far, holding you to the bed. The singular flick of his tongue drove you wild, desperate for more.

Your panties slid down your hips, being discarded behind him as he kissed along the inside of your thighs, inching closer to you. When Peter attached his mouth to your core, you moaned, loud and deep.

Eyes squeezing shut and your body going rigid as he sucked your clit inbetween his teeth, tongue lapping at your hole. Whimpers and moans flitted from you, warmth radiating off of you in waves. You knew you were close and Peter moved you closer to your release as his finger slipped into you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmered as he slowly thrusted his fingers into you. “Oh my god, Peter,” his eyes darkened as he looked up at you, gathering your gaze as you moaned his name.

He added another finger, moving quicker as you thrashed below him. “C’mon, dove. You’re close. Cum for me.” Almost on command you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you as you hit your high.

Stars filled your vision as Peter milked you through it. “There you go. Good girl,” he whispered as he removed his fingers, coming back up to you and meeting your lips again.

He reached for the nightstand and grabbed a condom. The trash discarded as your eyes traveled down as he removed his sweats, seeing how large he was. Your eyes slightly widened and he smiled at the reaction.

“Inflate my ego, please,” you rolled your eyes and as you went to retaliate, his head slipped in. “Shit,” he breathed out into your neck. As he slipped further in, the more noises came from you. “You fit me perfectly,” he laughed momentarily as you thanked him, begging him to move right after.

You couldn’t fight the smile that took over your face at Peter’s laugh. It was so nice and something you didn’t hear often. Forcing your heart to flutter at the noise, a special music that only played for those that earned it.

“You have a lovely laugh,” it was breathless and panted out between moans, but you wanted him to know. He peered down at you, sitting fully in you and he started moving, connecting your lips.

As he picked up his pace, hitting deeply inside you, your moans mixed together in his mouth. He lifted one leg, sitting it on his shoulder, hands moving to your hips as he thrust deeper into you.

“Dove, don’t flutter your walls like that. I won’t last,” he grunted out as your eyes rolled shut, head falling to the side. “Sorry,” he shook his head, placing a kiss to the side of your knee.

His thumb landed on your clit, rubbing fast circles that had you a mumbling, moaning mess. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes, feeling another orgasm quickly approaching.

“Peter, m’gonna cum,” he picked up his pace at your words, keeping the same force, thumb still working you. “Cum for me. I’m right there with you,” you released around him, gutting moans silenced as he kissed you, you involuntarily tightening around his dick as he came.

He slowed his thrusts to a stop as he released your leg from his grip, leaning down and kissing your collarbones, trying to catch your breath as he did. “Was that okay? Did I do good? I feel like I didn’t do much,” You were still fighting to catch your breath as you asked. His gaze caught yours and you watched something flicker through his eyes as you waited for him to say something. Confusion? Anger? Hurt?

It was gone as quick as it appeared, but he got dressed quickly, not saying another word as you slipped your robe back on. He left the room as you got up from the bed, awkwardly grabbing your discarded bra from the floor, scanning the space for your panties.

Mortification hit you like a truck. Was it really that bad? You thought it had been pretty good. Wonderful actually. It must not have been as good for him. You should’ve done more.

The door to your room opened and Peter came in with a glass of water, watching you as you made eye contact with him. He handed the cup to you and you quietly thanked him, sipping as Peter grabbed your free hand.

He pulled you to him and gently kissed your forehead. You stood there in shock at the intimate movement. “You are not the problem,” you blinked up at him, not knowing what to say as his thumb swept on your cheekbone before he pulled away, saying goodnight and leaving you standing there like a deer in headlights.

You looked around the room, continuing with your search to keep your mind off of what had just happened. You had sex with Peter and it had been great. He even thought so. You giggled, jumping with a whispered, “Yes!” following the movement, a huge smile taking over your features.

Now where the hell were your underwear?

You expected the next morning to be weird and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. It was how it always was with Peter. He simply acted like you didn’t exist. Noah checked the time and whistled as you appeared in the kitchen.

“Looks like someone got laid last night.” You froze in your spot, stuttering as you looked at the boys around the island. “Wha-what?” Logan smiled as Peter stared you down from behind them.

“You’re literally glowing and floating into the room. You got some last night. Midnight mystery man knows how to do it,” a shaky breath released from you as you laughed, cheeks burning.

“Oh-oh. Yeah, I had a guy over last night. It was okay,” you shrugged as Peter set the milk down, eyes narrowing at you. Noah bit into his bagel, talking as he chewed. “Just okay?” You sipped your orange juice and smirked into the glass.

“I mean, I’ve had better,” Peter audibly laughed, causing all eyes to fall on him. “I doubt that,” your eyes widened at him. “Is that so?” He smirked at you, arms crossing over his chest.

“By the sounds I heard last night, I’d say so. Sounded like you were having the time of your life,” Noah and Logan watched you two like a tennis match, heads bouncing back and forth between you two.

Noah’s phone went off and he groaned. “I would love to see how this ends, but we need to go,” he grabbed Logan and dragged him from the kitchen despite the protests of wanting to watch this.

When the front door closed, you two stared at each other before Peter spoke first. “You’re a little liar, dove,” he slowly approached you, backing you up against the counter, trapping you. “Hmm, am I?”

He smiled as he looked down at you. His smile was breathtaking as you saw his features morph with it as it grew. “You are. You know I’m the best you’ve had. I’ll even top myself,” Peter leaned down, nose brushing along yours, lips achingly close to yours.

Your eyes shut, waiting for him to make the next move, but he pulled away. “I’ll see you tonight,” he sauntered out of the room, leaving you to stabilize your breathing and stop the shaking of your hands at his promise.

And he did. Multiple times after that first encounter. It had become a regular occurrence during the week. Peter would slink into your room in the dead of night, the two of you fucking for as long as you could possibly last, testing the limits with one another, and then you would act like neither one of you existed the next day.

It worked at first. The first few months went without a hitch with that unspoken agreement. Until you started to notice the shift in his demeanor to you on a daily basis. The once asshole persona that he put on for you was slowly cracking as you chipped away at it.

He started sitting next to you on the couch even when there were other seats open. When you got to the bar after everyone else, your drink was sitting at the stool next to him, waiting for you. If he knew you two were alone in the loft after fucking you raw, he would carry you into the shower, laughter bellowing from the two of you as he had you over his shoulder. Peter would wander into your room, sitting on your bed to just talk to you about your day.

Things were changing and while you were happy about it, you were confused. These feelings that you felt blooming were not supposed to be happening. You didn’t want him to leave after you would sleep together, but knew that was crossing a threshold. You wanted to hang out more, just the two of you. You craved him when he wasn’t around. It wasn’t good.

Peter laid on your bed, cheeks burning and flush after another late night session, but you jumped up, giggles flowing from you as you grabbed your robe and threw it on. His laugh flitted through the air at you, hand grabbing your wrist and tugging you back to him.

You hummed as his lips met yours, hand caressing your jaw, smiling into the kiss. “Where you going, dove?” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your hand rested on his chest, stomach flipping at the pet name. You pecked his lips again, fighting with yourself to go and get what you wanted or stay in his warm embrace.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” he nodded, lips landing on the tip of your nose as you hurried into the kitchen, grabbing the plate of cookies you had made earlier and a small glass of milk for him.

When you entered your room, he hadn’t moved. His arm was tucked behind his head, still completely nude and only covered by your duvet. His bicep was flexed unintentionally, the expanse of his chest was massive, his toned torso had you drooling.

His smile grew as he saw what you had in your hands. You sat on your knees on the bed, handing him the plate and the glass. “Post sex snack. I’m trying out a new recipe and want to know what you think,” his eyes fluttered shut as he bit into the cookie, a groan following as he took the glass of milk and chugged it, grabbing another cookie as he did.

With his mouth full, his eyes met yours and smiled. “Fucking phenonemal. You can bake, baby,” you giggled as he ate, snagging the plate from your hands and hoarding them from you. “They’re yours, promise!” He placed the plate on the nightstand table and grabbed you, placing you on his lap, lips skirting across your collarbones.

“Baking cookies for me to eat after sex, doesn’t get better than this.” His hand covered your mouth, knowing a squeal was going to follow as he flipped you both, placing you on your back and attacking your skin once again.

Peter didn’t leave your room that night. When you woke up the next morning to an empty bed, your heart ached. You didn’t know when he had left, but it hurt. You missed Peter.

He didn’t make any further advancements. You didn’t know what was going on, but the lingering touches and gazes he shot at you, even around the others, had your head spinning. You knew he didn’t want anyone to know about this little thing and you understood why.

The loft’s ecosystem was fragile and the tiniest things could cause major shifts. You all knew the rules and one of the rules was no sleeping with each other. Now you understand that even more.

When Lily set you up on a date with someone else, you didn’t know what to do. Would Peter say something? You were fairly certain he was feeling the same, the icy man you had known was almost completely melted and a new, adoring one stood in his place.

“Lily wants to set me up with someone.” You had blurted it out one night as he slipped back into his briefs. It was like watching a new personality shift and take his place. His body tensed, freezing entirely, but nodded and shrugged. “I don’t know if I want to go though,” he cut you off before you could finish with a harsh laugh.

“You should. I’m about done with this anyways. Think it’s time to be done. Should’ve stopped a while ago, but it’s so easy with you just across the hall.” It was like he had slapped you across the face. He turned on his heel, sauntering out of your room right after those words had left his mouth like it was nothing new.

It shouldn’t have been something new for you. This was how Peter was and this was a temporary situation. Nothing more. Despite how you felt and what you were slightly hoping would happen. It was silly. You were nothing more than a convenient and easy lay for him. He would never feel the same way.

Lily sat waiting for you at the restaurant, drinks and appetizers already ordered. When you sat across from her, her scrutinizing gaze washed over you.

“Are you having sex? Like good sex?” You had barely situated yourself and you stared at her, mouth hanging open. “What? What makes you ask that?” She shrugged, monitoring your every move.

“You’re carrying yourself like you did,” you rolled your eyes as you sipped your drink. “I was. Not anymore though. Tell me about that guy you were talking about,” she instantly perked up, trying to pry the information out of you.

“Okay, tell me all about it. How is it? Are you finishing? Is it the same guy or different guys? What’s his name? What does he look like?” As her questions came quickly, one after another, you noticed your table start to shake. Every other second, the whole room vibrated.

A hushed silence fell over the restaurant as everyone waited to see if it would stop. You peered around Lily, having a clear view of the street outside. A large, robotic creature came pounding down the street.

Your jaw fell slack as you grabbed her hand, a rush of other restaurant goers running towards the back of the building to exit through the alley, but there were too many people trying to get out at once. You and Lily crouched behind the bar with a scream as the glass walls that adorned the front of the building smashed open, a mail truck sat blocking the front.

The red and blue blur of his suit landed on the mail truck that sat half in the building and half out. Lily peeked over the counter, pulling you with her to see what was happening. A few other of the employees and people just simply trying to enjoy their dinners took up the space around you both.

You couldn’t make out what Spider-Man was saying, your adrenaline pumping too hard to focus on what was being shouted, but he sounded familiar. You knew that voice. You knew it. His masked head turned and saw people still in the building and yelled for everyone to get out through the back.

You froze dead in your spot as realization washed over you. No. There was no way. There was absolutely no chance it was him.

It was Peter. That was Peter.

As you went to stand with Lily, you watched as his head did a double take in your direction. You looked directly at the white eyes, holding each other's stare for a few seconds too long as Lily grabbed you, screaming your name and that you needed to go.

You looked at her briefly and started moving, stepping over broken glass. When you turned to look back at him, he was gone.

The boys all sat on the couch, watching the breaking news of what had happened in the last hour as you both bounded through the door, shaking uncontrollably. Noah and Logan looked towards you and saw how frazzled you both were.

As Lily began explaining what happened, you scanned the apartment. “Where is he?” They all stopped and looked at you. “Peter? He’s in his room,” Noah said as Lily sat on the couch with them, trying to calm down.

You moved quickly to his door, trying to open it, but finding it locked. You pounded on the door. “Peter! Peter, open the door!” There was no movement, no noise on the other side.

The tremble in your hands grew more frantic. Your stomach was in knots. Peter was Spider-Man. Peter Parker was Spider-Man. Who knew? Did the guys know?

When you turned back to the living room, everyone's eyes were on you. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head?” Logan asked, moving towards you. You stepped back from him. “Oh, I’m fine! I need to talk to Peter. When he comes home, tell him I need to talk to him,” they all stood dumbfounded at your outburst, not used to seeing you act like this.

You went straight to your room and opened the door. As you did, a gloved hand went over your mouth, muffling your scream as they kicked the door shut.

“Calm down, calm down. It’s me, it’s me!” Your eyes whipped to the side as you saw Peter standing there in the Spider-Man garb. “I’m going to remove my hand and I need you to keep quiet, okay?” Your breathing evened out and you nodded your head.

He moved his hand and you turned, scanning over his figure. “Holy fuck! Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I don’t understand. I don’t understand. Peter, are you Spider-Man? Seriously? Are you?” He watched you as your hands had a death grip on his forearms, fingernails digging in through the fabric of his suit.

He was frantic, panic taking him over as he searched you. “I’m fine. I’m not hurt. Are you hurt, dove? I saw you at the restaurant with Lily and I don’t know how close you were to the windows,” his hand cupped your cheeks, tilting your head around as he searched you for any visible injuries. “No, I’m fine. We’re fine. We were towards the back,” he nodded his head, crushing you to him as he pulled you into a hug, a big sigh leaving him, lips placing a chaste kiss to your forehead before withdrawing his touch.

You instantly missed it, the comfort it offered gone as he moved back in your room, away from you. What the hell was happening?

“Okay, good. Yes, I’m Spider-Man. I’ve been Spider-Man since I was fifteen,” your jaw fell slack as you looked at him. You were roommates with Spider-Man. You had slept with Spider-Man.

“Holy shit, Peter! What the fuck? Who knows?” He started removing the suit and as you watched, your features morphed into one of confusion. As normal Peter came back to the room, suit discarded, you recalled the events of the night from just a few days ago. The two being completely different entities. The words he had said to you replayed in your mind. You halted and stepped back from him. “You’re the one who saved me,” it came out as a whisper, brain almost unable to piece the information together.

The sweet, sarcastic, funny superhero who had been your savior and who had sat and chatted with you for a bit after the dramatic saving was Peter. Asshole Peter who wouldn’t give you the time of day until you continuously spread your legs for him.

His eyes darted to your figure as he stepped into his regular pants, stopping his motions as he slowly nodded. “Yeah, it was me.” You couldn’t help the feelings of anger that coursed through you, some sort of betrayal washing over your mind.

“So, he can be nice to me. He can joke around with me about the shitty situation that I had been in, but not you. Not unless my legs are spread for you? Because it’s nice to have an easy fuck when I’m across the hall. Wouldn’t talk to me in public, wouldn’t let me sit next to you on the couch, would leave a room when I entered it. You know what, Peter,” you scoffed, irritation bubbling up in you, tears slowly falling down your cheeks, “get out. If you don’t want to treat me like a person then go. You said you were done with this anyways.”

His mouth was open, brows furrowing and shaking his head, moving towards you to try and calm you down as the words flew from you. You opened your bedroom door, not caring that everyone was still in the living room and stood next to the door, forcing him out.

You didn’t want him in your safe space. He didn’t deserve it.

Lily left later that night and you laid in your bed, tears hitting the pillow at the sheer stupidity of the problem you had. Why did you think Peter would act like a decent human to you? It had been years of continuous shit and a few months of secretly sleeping together would change it? Dumb.

A tapping at your window had you rolling over and seeing the culprit in his garb had you sitting up in your bed, a bewildered expression on your face as he pointed to the lock and was asking you to open it.

It was freezing out and raining. You didn’t want him sick because then he would get everyone else sick. That’s the only reason to open the window.

As he climbed in, removing the mask and shaking his wet hair out, his skin was pasty with the red tint sitting on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. You turned and grabbed the spare throw blanket you had, holding out your entire arm to him with the blanket on the edge of your fingers.

He thanked you and wrapped it around himself before sitting on the edge of your bed, eyes never leaving you despite your attempt to steer clear of his gaze. You left the room and went to the kitchen. You wanted to postpone this conversation by all means. If that meant making yourself some hot chocolate with some extra for the asshole that was shivering in your room then so be it.

When you came back and handed him the mug, no whipped cream or marshmallows, he chuckled at you. Yours was piled high with the extras, even the small pink marshmallows that you fawned over in the grocery store with him during the weekly grocery trip for the loft, sat on your mug.

He remembered how you justified them being an extra fifty cents because they didn’t get stale as fast. He knew it was because they were pink and thought it was adorable that you tried to win him over on the purchase. He would buy you a million pink marshmallows if it meant seeing that look of excitement take over your features.

“What do you want, Peter?” He sighed, a pained expression taking over his face at your words. “I need to explain some things to you, dove.” You sipped your drink and sat in your desk chair across from your bed and nodded, not letting yourself look at him.

“Why do you call me that?” You whispered out, finding the whipped cream and chocolate shavings much more interesting. His laugh followed your question. “Do you know the first time I met you?”

You nodded and answered. “The loft interview.” You couldn’t fight it anymore, you had to look at him. A deep sadness sat on his shoulders, face sunken like he hadn’t slept, the stubble growing quickly on his jaw.

“No. I met you at that Halloween party in college. You brought a tray of cupcakes, the only person to do anything like that, and when Logan introduced us you gave me one. You said that your secret ingredient was a small dove chocolate in the middle. You were already so drunk, you thought you were whispering it to me, but you were yelling out over the music. I never heard your name when he brought you over so I called you dove for the rest of the night,” your memory of the night flashed in front of your eyes.

You had completely forgotten about that. Logan had gotten you absolutely shiftfaced and you ended up blacking out, memory erased. You had met Peter that night.

Hurt hit you like a truck, guilt following. “Is that why you were mad at me? Because I didn’t remember?” He laughed and shook his head, leaning forward and staring into the mug.

“Dove, I fell in love with you the minute you walked in that fucking door. I couldn't care less that you didn’t remember. We all got so fucked that night, it would’ve been impossible for you to know.” A permanent shocked expression sat on your face at Peter’s words. It made even less sense than before.

“My Spider-Man responsibilities are dangerous. They have ruined my life before and I cannot let it happen again,” his eyes met yours and they were brimmed with tears, a sniffle following as he squeezed the mug in his hands.

“What happened, Peter?” You walked over to him, taking the mug from his hands and letting your fingers go into the pillowy soft locks on his head. His hands landed on your hips, head resting on your chest as he tried to speak.

“Gwen happened. I dated her in high school and I loved her, dove. She knew about Spider-Man, she was in danger because of it, and I couldn’t save her. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I think I love you even more and that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I thought that if I put some distance between us, and didn't let you get close to me, that you would be safe. I can’t let anything happen to you. I need you safe.”

He was crying as your thumbs brushed under his eyes as he spoke. “I’m sorry about everything I have said to you. You are not just a fucking lay to me and when you said that Lily wanted to set you up it was like me opening myself up to more had been a mistake because you don’t feel the same. You are everything. I tried to hate you and tried to not care about you, but it didn’t work. I love you and I want to love you, but I’m so scared.” You gave him a soft smile and a wet laugh, tears falling to match his.

“Peter. That’s not how it works. I am so sorry about Gwen. I can’t even imagine what you went through and going through it so young is horrible. But you can’t protect me from everything. I’m a grown woman who has to take care of herself. Me knowing what you do and who you are doesn’t put me in any more danger and if it does I know what you’re capable of, Peter. I know you will be able to save me again.” You gigged at the end, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“And I love you too. I do,” his smile grew at your words, pulling you in between his legs even further and connecting your lips.

As he laid back on the bed, taking you with him, you let him deepen the kiss, but pulled back, straddling his waist. “We’re going to have to sign a new loft agreement.” He nodded his head, hand cupping the back of your neck and bending you back over to meet him. “We’ll deal with it in the morning.”

“Please don’t make me save you again, dove. It was terrifying seeing your dorm building on fire and knowing you were still in there. Can I have more cookies too? I burn a lot of calories on patrol nights,” You nodded eagerly, lips trailing down his neck, your breathing picking up.

“I’ll bake you all the cookies you want. I use dove chocolate on those, too,” you whispered out, sitting up from him, hands resting on his chest, “My secret ingredient actually isn’t that though. It’s love,” you batted your eyelashes at him in an over dramatic way. His laugh echoed in the room at the cheesy comment, before wrapping his arms around you and crushing you to his chest.

“That’s what it is. Keep putting that in, ‘kay?” You nodded, letting him kiss you slow and deep, heart doing somersaults at his words. Peter loved you and you couldn’t wait to find out everything you could about what made him, him.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 3 months

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I have this Carmy request if it’s okay hehe

Carmy x fem!reader where she’s new to Chicago and desperately needs a job, she’s newly pregnant (her bf having run off the minute she told him she was pregnant), so she walks into a new upcoming restaurant for a job, The Bear. She’s rambling and apologizing as she shows Carmy her résumé because she has no experience in the food industry (she was an elementary teacher for a couple years before), but also telling him she really needs a job because she’s alone with a baby on the way. He really wants to help her, so he hires her either as a hostess or an assistant (he didn’t want her in the kitchen just for safety reasons (her being pregnant), and because she doesn’t have experience in the kitchen). Anyways, The Bear staff embrace her like she’s family, always looking out for her, Tina mothering her, Syd becoming her best friend, Marcus making sweets whenever she’s craving it, even Richie being super soft with her, but Carmy especially gets REALLY close with her, like to the point where he’s driving her to and from work (b/c she doesn’t have a car), he’s taking her to her prenatal appointments, letting her take breaks in his office (her napping on his couch), him even being there for the birth of her daughter because she doesn’t want to be alone, etc…

Also The Bear staff throwing a baby shower for Y/n🥺 Her showing up at work and being surprised to it🤧🤧 Y/n definitely crying into Carmy’s chest🤧

Anyways, they officially start dating close to the end of her pregnancy, and honestly they both fall head over heals 🤧

Y/n’s daughter’s first word being directed at Carmy… “Dada”😭 Carmy melting😭😭

ℳℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶�� 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

stop this is so cute.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your chances of finding a place to work were slim to none- you tried everywhere, the Walmart, Walgreens, even the random corner store. But because you were pregnant, they wouldn’t hurt you.

Of course your asshole of an ex boyfriend ran away the second he heard you were pregnant, while you cried and begged for him to stay. But you could get through on your own- you know you could.

You opened up the doors, a man conversing with a woman behind the counter. They both turned to the door upon hearing the bell ring.

“Hello..” you said, with a small wave, walking towards them.

“Hey, uh, sorry, but we’re actually renovating right now.. in case you missed the sign-“ the man started, but you handed him your résumé, and he stopped talking as he glanced over the words.

“I’m actually here for the job.” You said.

“Okay.. do you have any… actual cooking skills?” He said, picking up the paper and glancing at you, one hand was running through his hair.

“No. But I really need this job- any job. I’m.. pregnant, and my ex left me, and I’m about to be a single mother so-“ you said with an anxious laugh, “every other place rejected me, I swear I-“

Sydney’s eyes widened as she heard you talking, she felt bad. And so did Carmy as he nodded while listening to you, the paper on the counter.

“It says you were a teacher before..?” He pointed to the paper once you had stopped your rambling.

You nodded, “Yes. I’m very good with math, science, or anything really.”

He thought for a moment. Sydney spoke and interrupted the silence.

“Chef, can I talk to you for a second in the kitchen?” She said, he looked at her and nodded.

“Stay here, please.” He said to you, turning around and following Sydney.

“What’s up?”

“I think we should hire her.”

“I don’t wanna kick her out and leave her on the streets. But what could she be?” Carmy said.

“An assistant or something.” She shrugged.

“That could work..” he said, picturing it. He nodded and opened the doors again.

“Would you wanna be an assistant?” He asked you, your eyes lit up and you quickly nodded.

“Please.”

“You’re hired.” He said, and he felt like he did the right thing when you smiled, thanking him multiple times.

You were perfect with the rest of the family, they all loved you. Even Richie did.

Carmy had especially grown close to you and your child, so close that every day your daughter saw him, she ran up and hugged his legs with a giant smile.

He had taken you to doctor appointments, and he had made you any cravings you had when pregnant. It was close to the end when you both started dating.

He was there when you gave birth, holding your hand and helping you through it all. He loved your daughter and you more than anything else.

You smiled as you entered the bear, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as you saw him. You kissed him, getting lost in it until your daughter started babbling.

You laughed as you both pulled away, you picked her up, and handed her to Carmy.

“Hey!!” He said in that sweet baby voice that you loved, it was adorable. He looked at her with a smile and tan a hand through her hair, moving it from her face.

“Addy.” She said, and you both looked at each other for a second and back to her.

“Is she trying to say…” you started.

“I think so.”

“Who’s that, baby? Is that daddy?” You spoke to her.

“Daddy.” She said. His eyes widened, as he smiled and laughed at her. You laughed with joy as well.

“Holy…”

“Awww!” You said, he smiled and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. His heart melted when she said that, he was overjoyed.

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storiesofsvu · 6 months

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Ridiculously Adorable

Anthony DiNozzo x reader warnings: language, minor injury, sass and banter, flirting. Welp. here we are, it's the first time writing Tony as a pairing, so be kind lol. Hopefully we'll get some more requests for him because I'm slowly fixating and the content out there is practically non existent! criminal. Love DiNozzo and don't want to miss out?! Taglist here! Like what you’ve read? Buy me a coffee🩵🫶🏻

A small light flashed into one of your eyes and then the other before you were asked to follow its movement with both your eyes for a moment or two, the face in front of you trained on yours before they made the assessment that you were okay. You let out a heavy huff, your shoulders drooping as your head tilted back, stretching out your neck before you stood up, only it was a second too soon and you instantly wavered, hand shooting out for the chair beside you.

“DiNozzo!” Gibbs’ called out from beside you, causing you to wince, “take this one home!”

“Boss, I’m fine!” You protested, squinting in his direction.

“Oh c’mon,” Tony called back, “why me?”

“Because you basically pistol whipped her!” Gibbs replied, smacking the back of his head.

“In fairness… I’m not used to the push back on that gun and I did not know she was right behind me.”

“Don’t care. Be glad you didn’t knock her out and that this was just a training exercise not out in the field.”

“The medic cleared me.” You gestured vaguely in the direction they’d disappeared in.

“I still don’t want you driving.” Gibbs shot you a sympathetic look and you let out a breath, “and take the rest of the weekend off.”

“Fine.” You admitted defeat, ripping off your vest and wandering to the sidelines to collect your things as Tony did the same. You were a little surprised he didn’t put up a fight when you started to walk towards your car instead of his, reluctantly tossing him the keys before heading toward the passenger door. “Try not to crash it.”

He muttered something unintelligible back to you as the two of you got into the car, throwing your gear into the backseat and getting settled. Tony had carpooled with you a small handful of times before, not needing much instruction on how to get to your place which you were thankful for, your head seemed to be hurting more now that you were whipping through the city streets. You closed your eyes for a moment in an attempt to block out all the blurry shapes you were speeding by, hoping that would make it better.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked, his voice quiet enough you barely registered it over the whir of the engine.

“Yeah.” You cracked open your eyes, looking over to him, “just a headache. Besides,” your lips twitched up into a smirk, “it’s not like you hit hard, we all know you’ve got a major weak left hook.”

“Oh come on!” He protested and you winced at the volume, shrinking toward the car door and he instantly frowned, “sorry.”

“S’okay. I know how loud you are, why do you think I wanted to wait for McGee?”

“Now you’re just being mean.” He taunted, “why must you hate me so?”

“Bold coming from the man who pistol whipped me today.”

“I said I was sorry.” He insisted, a dejected expression on his face but at least this time you laughed, your elbow finding home on the windowsill as your eyes fluttered shut again.

“Just drive Tony.”

“Yes ma’am.”

His lips flicked up into a grin as he turned his gaze back to the road, appreciating the silence of the drive after an extra long and overloaded day at work. He honestly did feel pretty terrible about how the hit went down, it had been completely on him and he was just thankful you were okay, not to mention now he could tease you about your hard head once you were healed. Throughout the drive he found his eyes flicking over to you, making sure you were still conscious, catching you staring out the window every so often, shifting in your seat to stay comfortable.

“Do you have a remote?” He asked, suddenly breaking you from your drowsiness.

“Huh?”

“For the garage.” He gestured and when you glanced up you realized you were already home.

“Oh.” Reaching into the backseat you dug around for your bag, finally finding your keys, pulling them and the attached FOB out to pass to Tony. You guided him to your parking stall, mentioning that you’d call an Uber for him to get back to work and his car.

“Ohoho,” he chuckled, “you’re not free from me yet, Gibbs would probably have me hunted down if I didn’t make sure you were upstairs alright.”

It was your turn to chuckle softly, “you’re not wrong.” Grabbing your bag from the back seat you stepped out of the car, swinging the door shut behind you, “come on...”

Anthony let out a small laugh, cautiously following you to the elevator a little closer than he normally would, ready to make sure you were steady on your feet now after the twenty minute drive. Once inside your apartment you kicked off your shoes, dumping your coat and bag on the kitchen island with a groan, rubbing at your temples before your hands ran over your face.

“There’s a few beers in the fridge.” You murmured.

“Really don’t think you should be drinking.” He replied and you laughed quietly.

“For you, not me. I need a shower, and you need something to distract yourself from the fact that I’m naked in the next room.” You teased with a smirk, pulling an offended scoff from Tony.

“You know I’m not all boobs and butts right?”

“Oh I know.” You laughed, stepping forward to pinch his cheek, “you like to have this whole playa game going on but you’re really a big ass softie. Otherwise you would’ve left me in the parking lot at work.” You flicked the tip of his nose as he let out a playful laugh, watching you disappear deeper into the house, the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut behind you.

Tony glanced through your apartment, it was always tidier than his, more organized but he could tell that you’d been pretty distracted, more focussed on work recently than keeping up around the house. Feeling bad considering he was likely the reason you needed an extra break over the next couple of days he let out a breath, snagging one of the aforementioned beers from the fridge before he started on his task.

He collected the couple of coffee mugs and single wine glass from the coffee table, sniffing at the take out container before deciding to toss it in the trash. The blankets on the couch got folded, left neatly laid over the back of it before he piled up the notebooks and books on the table into a nice little pile. He was about to take out the trash when he realized he should probably go through the fridge first, adding in anything else that needed to be taken out, stuffing it into the bag and propping the door open so he could dart down the hall.

When he was back he started on the dishes, attempting to find the appropriate places for the dishes you’d already cleaned before turning on the tap and starting on the dirty ones.

You weren’t sure if it was the heat of the water or the jolt to the head that was fogging up your brain but you knew it was finally time to get out of the shower when the water was running cold. You did your best not to grumble as you stepped out of the tub, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel to dry off with before padding through the bedroom to find your comfiest pyjamas.

You were about to drop into bed when you realized not only was the water cup on your nightstand empty but your stomach was growling. Picking up the cup you wandered out to the other side of your apartment, your brow furrowing at the sight of Tony in your kitchen.

“You’re still here?” You asked, your voice a little groggy as Tony turned around to face you.

“I figured you should eat.” He shrugged.

“You cooked?”

“It’s packaged ramen, don’t get your hopes too high.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, moving to the sink to fill up your cup.

“Probably better than nothing.” You bumped his shoulder with your own, “thanks.”

“I fucked up today.” He let out a soft sigh, reaching into the cupboards to find a bowl, “it’s the least I can do. Besides, you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“I’m fine Tony.”

“You could be concussed.” He reminded you, handing you a bowl, “so eat this, drink some water and you let me know the second you feel nauseous or have some kinda migraine. I’ll the take the couch, catch up on tonight’s game” he gestured toward it, “it’ll be chill.”

“Alright.” You let out a small laugh, shooting him a smile as you scooped up your bowl of ramen to settle at the kitchen island.

He ate with you, keeping things quiet, every so often a comment or joke would come from one of the two of you until bowls and cups were empty and the exhaustion began to seep in. Yawning you rubbed at your eyes, letting out a little shiver before Tony was triple checking any symptoms and how you were feeling. After he was sure you were okay, he sent you off down the hallway to climb into bed. You waved in the general direction of the fridge, saying something about how he was more than welcome to finish off the beers, you hadn’t liked that variety anyways and then you were behind closed doors with the lights off.

Sunlight was streaming through your curtains and you were cursing yourself for not closing them properly the night prior. Having not set an alarm you were entirely unsure what time it was, thankful that Gibbs had given you the day off and there was no reason to stress about potentially being late. Rolling onto your back you stretched your body out, assessing the pain behind your eyes before you even thought about opening them, hand raised to your face you delicately pressed against your temple, cringing at the tenderness when you did so, knowing there must be a bruise but otherwise things felt fine.

Upon sitting up and checking your phone you noticed it was nearing eleven thirty, still early enough to be called morning but late enough to be considered a sleep in. As you pushed the blankets back you shivered in the cool morning air, digging a hoodie out from your closet to tug on before you wandered into the outer apartment.

The first thing that made your brow furrow was the smell of fresh coffee, the second was something sizzling on the stove and the third was the sight of DiNozzo standing in your kitchen.

“Tony?” You asked, your voice groggy with sleep and he turned around, flicking the burner to low.

“Hey…” he greeted with a warm smile, stepping toward you as you moved through the room, instantly frowning at the bruise on your temple.

“I thought you went home after I went to bed.”

“I told you I was gonna stay, didn’t I?” His thumb and forefinger tenderly cupped your chin, turning your face to get a better look at the bruise as he winced.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Your gaze redirected to the living room, noticing the blankets tossed across the couch.

“It was nothing.” His gaze was still examining your temple, eyes tracing the lines to make sure he hadn’t accidentally broken the skin anywhere.

“I mean you could’ve at least joined me in bed, that couch is shit for sleeping on.”

Considering he still had your head tilted away from him you missed the way his shoulders tensed, how his cheeks began to flush at your words. He let out a soft chuckle, his thumb brushing across your cheek before he dropped his hand and ducked his gaze, turning back to the stove.

“It was doable for one night.”

“Why are you getting all flustered?” You prodded at his ribs with your fingers, causing him to swat you away, “we’ve shared hotel rooms before, why do you think we couldn’t platonically share a bed, it’s not like I have cooties.”

“Okay no—”

Your head tilted as you finally saw the counter, cutting him off before you meant to, “I had avocado?”

“You didn’t.” He let out a tiny huff, his lips curving into a soft smile, “I figured you were gonna be out for a few days and you fridge was pretty empty. So I put in a small grocery order and you’re always bragging about those avocado egg bagel sandwiches,” he sheepishly shrugged, “I was just gonna put it away and take off but I got hungry waiting for it to get here.”

“Tony…” you pinched at his elbow softly, looking up at him with a warm smile your face, your hand lingering on his arm, “you’re being ridiculously adorable right now, you know that?” You watched as he let out a breath of a laugh, his cheeks turning pink as you felt warmth spread through your chest when he caught your gaze. His finger curled under your chin, thumb stroking across your skin gently,

“Maybe that’s cause I think you’re ridiculously adorable.”

“Oh and he’s a smooth talker.” You teased with a smirk and he rolled his eyes, closing the gap between you as your arms loosely wound around his waist, “good thing he’s a cute one.” Your lips brushed his skin before finally settling on his lips, softly kissing him and he kissed you back, grin on his cheeks as you stepped back. His hand cupped your cheek before he instantly got distracted by the bruise again.

“God, how bad does it hurt?”

“It’s kinda throbbing, but hey, could be worse, you could have got me in the eye, I could be blind.”

“Awee,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, “but then you could’ve gotten a really cute emotional support puppy.”

You practically snorted out a laugh, turning to boop him on the nose, “I think I like this really cute puppy better.”

“You did not just call me a puppy.”

“You like to think you’re a rottweiler when you’re actually just a golden retriever Tony, don’t lie to yourself.” You popped up on your toes to leave a kiss on his cheek, “and thank you.” You gazed up at him with such warmth in your eyes it made his chest flood with happiness, “for all of this.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Smiling, his hand cupped your cheek again, just brave enough to duck down and steal another kiss that you giggled into. “So does this mean I don’t have to bum it on the couch next time?”

“For cuddles only.” You teased, “you’ve gotta buy a girl dinner first.”

He let out an exaggerated groan, “and homemade breakfast counts for nothing?” You laughed, pulling down a couple of mugs for coffee.

“It counts as the official end all apology for this.” You pointed to the bruise on your head.

“I’ll take what I can get.”

Tony tugged you back to him, unable to resist snagging another kiss, never wanting the softness and warmth of this morning to go. While it may not have come to be in a way that either of you expected, there was no doubt that you were both incredibly happy about it. And that was apparent as he tucked you under his arm on the couch, satisfied groans over delicious food and hot coffee as you chose something to watch together, smiles on your cheeks as laughter drifted through the air and you got cozy with the new dynamic you never wanted to let go of.

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kissesforsatoru · 1 year

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Haiii! I love your blog so much and I'm not sure if this has been requested or not?? Could I request Childe, Cyno and perhaps Ayato with a darling that quickly develops Stockholm Syndrome? QvQ;

Their darling probably tried to escape once, but only midway stopped herself and the moment she notices them, she runs back and apologies repeatedly? Earlier she was mortified with her situation, but now she fully submit. Their darling probably clings onto them sometimes, giving them a form of affection even if this relationship is extremely harmful.

Maybe their darling would even go as far as to defend//protect them if they're given the opportunity to even talk to others and they suspect things.

I hope this isnt a lot!

𓏲 ˖. pairing. . . cyno x reader, childe x reader

𓏲 ˖. summary. . . darling escapes without realizing they have stockholm syndrome

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . general yandere themes, stockholm syndrome, punishments, descriptions of injuries (not graphic)

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . i’m so sorry, but i couldn’t think of a way to do this for ayato so i decided not to include him . i hope that’s okay!

cyno is pissed when he comes home to find you gone, and it takes every ounce of self restraint in him to not flip the fuck out. he breathes slow and heavy as he looks in every possible place you could be, thoroughly making sure that you really aren’t there—and when he comes to the conclusion that you aren’t, he angrily storms out of the house to go look for you. he almost missed you, your frame hidden well behind a crate in front of the house, but he couldn’t have missed the weak cry that left your lips as he stormed by. he was honestly surprised when you tightly grabbed the fabric on his waist, crying as you murmured how sorry you were for trying to escape.

scenario ;

“what the fuck were you thinking?” he practically growled as he bent down to pick you up. you bite your lip and turn away from him, embarrassed by the whole situation, but you still cling to him despite how bad you’re feeling.

“i’m so sorry, please forgive me. i’ll never run away again.” you sob, shoving your face into his chest. cyno doesn’t say anything, but you can tell he’s angry because of how tightly he’s holding you against him. you’re sure there will be faint bruises where his fingers are later on, but you don’t really mind. you’re just happy to be back with him.

after running away, a group a eremites followed you until they had you cornered. all you could think in the moment was how scared you were, and that you wished cyno was there to protect you, because you knew he would. it made you sick to think about those things—you didn’t want to want him, you didn’t want to depend on him. you were lucky enough that you could run away from the eremites before they could catch you, and subconsciously you found yourself back at cyno’s house. you couldn’t help but cry as you realized the kind of situation your gotten yourself into.

“yeah, you fucking won’t. not after i’m done with you.” your lip quivers at the thought of what he might do to you, but you nestle further into him and try not to think too much about it for now—instead focusing on how warm and comfortable he’s making you feel in his arms.

childe panics when he realizes you’re not in your room anymore, instead probably deep into the snowy woods of snezhnya by now. his first instinct is to massacre all the fatui guards that let you escape, but when he realizes how dangerous it is for you to be out all alone, he quickly abandons the thought for the time being to go find you—and when he does, his heart nearly stops. you’re curled in the snow, breathe shaking and ragged as you shiver uncontrollably from the incessant coldness against your skin. he thought you were dead at first, and you might as well have been. he doesn’t hesitate to take your limp body into his arms, wrapping his fur coat around you tightly before taking you home.

scenario ;

you didn’t expect to wake up surrounded in warmth—really, you didn’t expect to wake up at all. after running away you quickly realized just how bad of an idea it was. you missed the warmth and comfort of childe’s house, as much as you hated to admit it. you desperately wanted to be tucked in his arms again where you were safe from the sharp biting winds and cool pricks of snow—in his arms where you were meant to be.

you did try to go back before he noticed, but you failed to realize just how bad the storm had gotten, and you quickly got lost. it was only so long before you’d collapsed in the snow, wrapping your arms tightly around your shivering body, trying to cling to the last bits of warmth you had left. you could barely feel anything as you passed out, your last thought being how you regretted ever leaving childe’s mansion.

the last thing you’d expected was to wake up wrapped in blankets near a fire, tucked tightly into childe’s side. at best, you thought that childe would’ve thrown you in a cell and kept you there for who knows how long to punish you for running away. but this was an outcome you wouldn’t dare complain about, because this was way better than all the horrible ways you could’ve died or been punished.

you grabbed his thick jacket tightly and nuzzled further into his warm body, the chill from earlier still lingering faintly. biting your lip you mustered up the courage to whisper an apology—one barely audible, but you knew childe heard when he hummed and wrapped another blanket around you.

maybe you’d be punished later, but right now you couldn’t help but enjoy the warmth childe provided you.

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cuttergauthier · 1 year

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Fixing My Broken Heart

female Hughes reader x Trevor Zegras

Would you guys like for this to be a regular AU?

Warning: against, fluff, cursing

word count: 3.1k

let me know what you guys think🤍

I’ve always been close with my brothers, even when Quinn and Jack left to play in the NHL. Everyone thought I would either follow Jack to Jersey for University or that I would stay home in Michigan and spend more time with my baby brother once he was out of high school.

Unlike my brothers I play volleyball. I used to play both hockey and volleyball. I got offered a scholarship to play hockey at University of Michigan. I ended up getting offered a scholarship at University of California to play volleyball, which is why I think my family thought I would choose to stay and play hockey in Michigan.

I loved playing both sports in high school and honestly it was a hard decision to make, but I though playing volleyball in California was better for me, and a plus side Ucla was only a few minutes from the beach, which means I could get a tan all year round.

I still play hockey during the summers sometimes for fun with my brothers and their friends.

Volleyball means a lot to me and a lot of people though I was making the wrong choice when I decided to play volleyball instead of hockey, since my whole family plays hockey. Thankfully my family and friends supported me, I can’t thank them enough. My parents visit me as much as they can to see me play. Along with Jack and Quinn, they come and see me play if I have a game the same days they are in Anaheim and if they have time.

Trevor and I never got along, then I moved to California, and so did he when he started playing for the ducks. Since he didn’t know anyone in the beginning we started to hang out, we got close and after a while we started dating. I never told my family, the only one who knew was Alex when he first moved to LA we couldn’t keep it from him, since we hung out with him a lot, then recently we started arguing a lot, it was like we just went back to the beginning, and he ended up breaking up with me. I was hurt, but he’s my twins best friend so I can’t tell my brothers.

Now I just finished my junior year, and I was arriving back in Michigan to spend time with my family for the summer.

……………

The plane just landed in Michigan, and I knew my mom was waiting for me so she could bring me to my brothers lake house. I grabbed my luggage and tried to find my mom, I finally saw her standing and ran over to her and give her a big hug.

“Oh honey, I’m so happy that you’re back home” She said squeezing me tight.

“I’m happy to be home mom” I said before releasing the hug and smiling at her.

“Let’s get you to your brothers they’ve missed you” she said smiling.

My mom led the way to the car. I placed my suitcase in the trunk before sitting in the passenger’s seat.

“I can’t believe they bought a big lake house” I told my mom chuckling. She started laughing.

Well you know your Jack and Quinn, especially Jack, the both of you have always been able to convince anyone to do things.” She said smiling

“It’s a twin thing” I said smirking.

“Oh, it has to be, because Quinn and Luke aren’t” she said chuckling.

“No, they definitely aren’t”

The rest of the drive was spent catching up with my mom, she’s my best friend, I tell her everything, the good and bad.

About 35 minutes later, my mom put the car in parked. There’s about 5 cars in the driveway.

“Who’s already here?” I asked my mom.

“Alex, Cole, Brendan, Dylan, Trevor and I think Matt.” She replied I nodded

“are they all staying here?” I asked hopping I have a room and I don’t have to go live back with my parents while my brother are all staying at the Lake house with our friends.

“Don’t worry Y/n, the first thing Jack and Quinn asked when they bought the house was for me to decorate your bedroom, they also gave you the master so you have a big closet and your own bathroom” she said smiling, making my eyes widened

“What?” I asked surprised, I know my brother’s love me, but I didn’t inspect them to do that. My mom chuckled

“They love you Y/n and they wanted you to live here with them, but they also know that living in a house with boys can be chaotic and they wanted to make sure you were going to be comfortable” my mom said. I nodded happily.

“Now come on, I didn’t tell them exactly what time you were arriving so you could surprise them, so let’s go” my mom said making me chuckle. We went and got my suitcase out of the trunk and made our way to the door we knew the door was going to be unlock even if its only 10h30 in the morning since they usually go to the gym early.

Once we opened the door I heard people talking in the kitchen, so I left my suitcase at the door while my mom and I made our way to the kitchen. I peaked my head and saw everyone was there. I jumped in with my arms up.

“HONEY I’M HOME” I screamed making all the guys jump.

“I think I’m having a heart attack” Cole said with his hand over his heart

“I’m so happy you’re home” Jack said running over to hug me.

“Me too, I missed my twin.” I said smiling

“um, what about us” Luke said pointing to himself and Quinn.

“Get over here” I said mentioning for them to join our hug.

They both made their way over smiling.

“Even though you almost gave me a heart attack, I’m joining the hug” Cole said before joining. The rest of the guys followed soon after except for Trevor.

The boys and I talked to my mom for a few minutes before she left.

“Come on let’s get you to your room” Jack said grabbing my suitcase and going up the stairs.

Once he opened the door and we stepped in the room I was in awe.

“Mom did a really good job decorating.” I said.

“Yeah she did” Jack said smiling.

“I’ll let you get settled in, then I’ll show you around”

“Hey jack” I said when he was about to leave.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you” I said smiling.

“Anything for my twin” he said before leaving the room.

I started unpacking my clothes and putting them in the closet.

“Come in” I said

“Hey just came to chat, if that’s okay?” Quinn asked as he stepped in my room.

“You know I always love our gossiping sessions” I said smiling

“pefect, so what’s new” he said when he laid down on my bed, while I continued to unpack.

“Nothing since the last time we talked.” I said smiling

“Oh really? So what happened to that guy you were dating?” he asked curiously. Quinn Isn’t as protective as Jack is, so I tell him everything, he never judges me.

“umm… it didn’t work out” I said softly, Quinn looked at me sadly, Quinn knew I was dating someone, I just never told him it was Trevor.

“I’m sorry sis, I know you liked him”

“It’s fine, it’s over now. It’s his loss.” I said

“You got that right” he said making me laugh.

“So what about you, did my older brother finally find himself a girlfriend?” I asked

“Nope, I’m good right now, the canucks didn’t really have a great season, so I’m trying to focus more on hockey next season so no time for a girlfriend” he said. I shock my head.

“doesn’t mean you can’t have a girlfriend Quinn” I said. He just shrugged.

We continued to talk until I finished unpacking them we went and joined the rest of the boys outside.

“how’s volleyball” Alex asked me.

“it’s going well, I can’t wait for senior year”

“Think they’ll make you captain?” Cole asked

“No idea”

“They’d be idiots not to make you captain” Jack said

“Yeah, yeah” I shrugged them off.

“well you’re going to be the first one to graduate, since none of your brothers are going to finish college” Matt said

“HEY” all my brothers yelled.

“He’s not wrong” I said smirking.

“You might end up failing your last year and not graduating” trevor said smirking. Jack slapped the back of his head.

“and this is why I can’t stand you” I snapped.

“the feelings mutual” he replied

I just rolled my eyes.

No one felt like cooking diner, so the boys decided to order pizza. When it started to get dark out we all went and sat by a fire, and drank a few drinks before we all made our ways to bed. I did my nighttime routine and got into bed. after about an hour I still couldn’t sleep so I made my way downstairs to the kitchen to make myself a glass of tea hoping it will help me fall asleep.

I wasn’t paying attention while I was making my tea, when I turned around I saw Trevor sitting on a stool looking at me, it scared so I jumped back putting my hand on my chest.

“Dammit Trevor, you scared the shit out of me”

“Sorry” He said innocently, I just rolled my eyes.

“Why are you up?” I asked him

“Couldn’t sleep, you?”

“Same, I though some tea might help” I said, he just nodded before going on his phone.

“Are you going to be an ass to me all summer?” I ask

“Maybe” He said shrugging.

I rolled my eyes.

“I hate you” I replied

“Not what you said when we were dating” he said smirking

“You’re lucky I never told any of my brothers about us, and that Alex actually kept our secret” I said shaking my head and made my way to my room, so I didn’t have to deal with him any longer. I can’t believe I fell in love with that guy.

I turned on Netflix and drank my tea, once I was done with my tea I tried to fall asleep.

………….

The next morning when I woke up I took a shower and got ready for the day, once I was done I texted my mom to see if she wanted to go out with me for breakfast and she agreed. I made my way downstairs hoping one of my brother’s would let me borrow one of their cars since mine is in California.

Jack and Quinn were sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

“Hey, can I borrow one of the cars? I’m going to go out for breakfast with mom” I asked. Jack nodded handing me his keys.

“Thank you, I love you both and I’ll see you later” I said before leaving.

Once I picked up my mom and we made It to the restaurants my mom could tell something was wrong since I was quiet the whole drive.

“What’s wrong Y/n” she asked curiously

“What? Nothings wrong” I lied.

“You’re my daughter I can tell when somethings wrong”

I sighed

“I didn’t get much sleep last night” I said

“Why is that?”

“I just couldn’t sleep” I said, she gave me a look that said really.

“Fine it’s Trevor again, he’s an ass, for some reason I thought It might be different this summer but it’s not.” I said.

“did something happen in Anaheim? I know you guys were more civil than before” she said softly. Which made my eyes water. Am I really about to cry over him?

“Honey, what happened” my mom asked worried.

“A lot… we ended up getting close, and then we started dating, he was amazing but then before the season ended… he just became a jerk again and ended up breaking up with me. I don’t know what I did wrong mom.” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek. My mom reached over the table and grabbed my hand.

“Oh honey, it’s not your fault. Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked me softly.

I shrugged “I didn’t want the risk Jack to find out, the only one I told was Alex because he lives in LA and I knew he’d never tell Jack if I asked him to” I said

“Do you think maybe he broke up with you because you were both going to be here this summer and so jack wouldn’t find out?” she asked

“I don’t know… but mom I love him… I just wish he’d feel the same way” I said

“I’ll I can say, is if it’s meant to be it will all work out. Maybe try and talk to him, maybe you can figure out why he broke up with you in the first place.” She said and I nodded

“Yeah” I said

We ordered breakfast and continued talking about our plans for the summer. Once we were done I dropped my mom at home before making my way to the Lake house.

When I got in the house everyone was awake, they were all in the kitchen except for Alex who was sitting in the living room watching tv.

“hey, where were you?” Alex asked when I sat down next to him on the couch.

“went for breakfast with my mom”

He nodded.

“Are you really not going to tell Jack about what happened between you and Trev” he whispered.

“No, Jack would kill him”

“Exactly, I want to kill him, I’ll help” he said looking at me like I’m crazy.

“Please don’t say anything… I want to try and talk to Trev, ask why he did it” I said

“Fine, you’re lucky I love you” he said hugging, making me chuckle.

I spent the rest of the day with the boys. It was now Midnight and everyone went up to their room except for Trevor and I.

“What’s up with you? You barely talked today” Trevor said.

“Nothing” I said annoyed, why does he suddenly care about me.

“You know what never mind, why do I even try to be nice?” he scoffed making his way out of the room.

I just stood there with my eyes watering, when suddenly Quinn came down the stairs and saw me. He looked at me worried.

“What’s wrong?” He asked coming over to me.

“Nothing” I said on the verge of tears.

“Come with me” He said grabbing my hand and dragged me outside on the patio.

We sat down on the outdoor couch. And I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Now do you want to tell me what’s been bothering you, you’ve been off all day?” he asked worriedly

“Quinn I’m fine”

“No you’re not, I literally just came down the stairs to see you almost start to cry… I walked pass Trevor when I came down, did he say something?” he asked. As soon as he mentioned Trevor I started to cry. Quinn hugged me tighter.

“Shhh… it’s okay let it out”

“I’m an idiot” I said

“What no, Y/n what did Trevor say? I know he can be an ass to you but he never made you cry before, so what happened?”

“I can’t tell you”

“You can either tell me or I go ask Trevor myself… or better yet I get Jack” Once he Mentioned Jack I looked at him scared.

“No you can’t say anything to Jack.”

“Then start talking, I just want to know what happened sis” he said caringly

“Trevor was… he was the guy I told you about” I said. His eyes widened

“I’m sorry… what?” he asked confused.

“When he first got to Anaheim we became close, after a while we started dating… he was amazing Quinn, he was honestly the best boyfriend ever… but then right before the season ended he broke up with me… he never even gave me a reason why then I get here and he’s a jerk to me again, and then earlier he suddenly asked what was wrong and I said nothing… because… well I wasn’t about to tell him that I’m still heartbroken over him and that I still love him… he said and I quote ‘You know what never mind, why do I even try to be nice’” I confessed. I could tell he was shocked.

“I’m sorry sis, I really wish I could tell you what to do, but I don’t”

“I know just… promise me you won’t tell anyone? Please.” I begged.

“I promise, just know you can talk to me if you need to okay” he said and I nodded.

Little did I know Trevor was standing at the door and he heard the whole conversation. When I looked at Quinn, he was looking angrily at something behind me, I turned around to see Trevor.

“Can we talk?” Trevor asked me.

I nodded

“I’ll leave you guys to talk, but Trevor, you better not hurt her, or I will tell Jack” Quinn threatened before going inside.

Trevor sat at the same place Quinn was sitting and just looked at the lake.

“Did you really want to talk or are you just going to sit there and stare at the late?” I snapped.

He sighed before looking at me sadly.

“I’m sorry about everything… I never wanted to hurt you, I just… I was scared about what would Jack say if he ever found out we were dating… so I just called it off before we came here. Thinking everything would be okay… but it’s not… I hurt you and that’s the one thing I never wanted to do… I love you to Y/n, more than you’ll ever know.” He said sofly before linking our hands together.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that from the start… it could have fixed both of our broken hearts”

“I was scared… I’d love for us to try this again, we could tell everyone, and if Jack tries to kill me, well at least I’ll die happy” he said smiling softly. I chuckled.

“Jack loves you to much to kill you, the most he’ll do is punch you” I joked making him laugh.

“I love you Y/n” he said looking at me

“I love you too Trev” I said smiling.

He leaned in and kissed me. Our lips moved in sync. When we pulled away we were both smiling and breathing heavy.

“ABOUT DAM TIME” Alex yelled making us turn around to see all the boys watching us, including Jack.

“Jack…” I started but he cut me off.

“Don’t as long as you’re happy, I’m happy but Trevor if you hurt her, we won’t be friends anymore, understood?” Jack told us, making us nod

“Perfect, now I need details” Cole said making everyone laugh.

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msfcatlover · 1 year

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Yet more Reverse!Robins

(Calling back to my tags on this post, and one of the images from this one that live rent free in my brain.)

Joker gets bored torturing Jason on his own after a couple days, and sends out invites to all the other rogues (or at least, the ones he’s pretty sure won’t rat him out and end the fun) about a “surprise present” he’s working on for Batman. Steph has absolutely no interest involving herself in Joker’s nonsense, so she immediately throws it out and focuses on securing her area of the city to keep her people safe. She doesn’t think much more of it.

Six days later, Tim shows up at the door of one of her clubs. Not in costume, barely hiding his identity, hardly even armed (like, the bare minimum for walking around this part of town this late at night, and most of that is artfully hidden in his crutches & leg braces.) Aside from Damian or Bruce crashing the party to accuse Steph of stuff (that like 60% of the time she didn’t even do,) none of the Bats have ever approached Steph in an actual place of business before. She’s curious. She tells security to let him in, and show him to her table.

“Mr. Wayne,” Steph says, because fuck it, if Tim’s only going to mess up his hair and barely slap some concealer over the dark circles under his eyes, she isn’t gonna maintain his identity for him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Tim shakes her hand, looks her dead in the eye, never glancing at her guards or flinching at his name. A proper little businessman, in a ratty band t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. “I need a favor.”

“You? Need a favor from me?”

“Yes.”

“The great Timothy Wayne?”

“I didn’t come here to play games.” Tim glares. “Yes, I need your help. Yes, it has to be you. Yes, I am out of other options. No, I am not above groveling—”

“Really?”

“Steph.”

“Don’t,” she growls back, “try to play this like we’re friends, Tim.”

Tim crosses his arms and scowls off to the side. “…Fine. We’ll keep it professional.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing you on your knees.” Tim’s eye twitches as Steph takes a sip of her drink. “What brings you to my humble abode?”

“I told you, need a favor,” Tim repeats.

“Well, that could be anything,” Steph says, rolling her eyes behind her mask.

“My little brother’s missing.”

Steph’s drink goes down the wrong way. She forces herself to swallow her cough. Steph clears her throat to mask it, and sets her drink back on the table.

Tim continues like he didn’t notice. “The police can’t find him. The Bats can’t find him. I have been leveraging every advantage I’ve got, but nobody has seen him in over a week—”

Ice slips down Steph’s spine as she remembers the invitation she’d thrown out right around a week ago.

“—but you have contacts they don’t.” Tim takes a deep breath. “I know you hate us, I know you…” His eyes flicker towards her guards. “…You’ve made your opinions very clear—”

“I should certainly hope so,” Steph mutters.

“—but whatever you think of me, or Bruce, or Cass, Duke, Damian, anybody, Jason’s innocent. He’s suffered enough.” Tim has a warning in his eyes: You’ve hurt him enough. Like she’d actually tried to kill the kid or something (if Steph wanted Jason dead, he’d be dead; honestly, she didn’t even leave any permanent damage. Her lesson was no harsher than anything any of them got on a bad patrol, she was just more open about the point she was making.) “He’s just a kid.”

“And yet, you keep letting him out into this city.”

Anger flashes across Tim’s face, but he visibly chokes it down. “I’m not having this conversation with you. This has nothing to do with Jason’s hobbies or field trips, or whether or not you approve of them. This is about a 15yr old kid, missing in Gotham City, following the biggest Arkham breakout in the last 10yrs. Are you going to help or not?”

Steph sighs, propping one elbow on the table and leaning on her fist. “What have you got for me?”

“Jason snuck out for a party nine days ago—the night of the breakout.” (Translation: Jason was in uniform, probably on patrol.) “We have a system where even if he doesn’t want Bruce to know what he’s doing, Jason still calls me to check in every 2hrs. He checked in a little before 2, because he said he was about to be ‘really busy’ and didn’t want me to worry. I told him to go home. He told me he’d be fine, that he wasn’t anywhere near the mayhem.” Tim’s expression is flat, dead. “He didn’t check in again. Nobody’s seen or heard from him since. There have been no ransom demands. Last sighting was outside of Genevieve’s in Burnley.”

The invitation arrived six days ago exactly.

Steph needs to go. Steph needs—Steph needs to find that letter, she can’t remember if it had an address or a time, she can’t—

“I’ll pay whatever you want,” Tim tells her, seemingly unaware of how Steph’s breath is caught in her lungs (remembering what it was like to be 16, tiny, and at the whims of a madman. Eight full days. Did Steph suffer that long? She doesn’t think so, but the time all blurs together under the pain…) “Money is obviously no object. Weapons? Name them. Tech? I’ll build it for you myself. I can wipe your record clean. I can keep the Bats off your back. I can—” Tim swallows. “My balance isn’t the best anymore, but if you want me on my knees, I can beg. If you need me to demonstrate my gratefulness or if you need someone to hurt, I—”

“Oh my god, STOP!” The table wobbles as Steph jumps to her feet, nearly spilling her ginger ale—but then, she doesn’t really want it anymore. Her stomach is one giant knot, and she’s really regretting those onion rings she had earlier.

“Please,” Tim says, soft and far more earnest than Steph can deal with right now. “He’s my little brother. I… it’s my fault he thought he could go out like this. If there’s anything you can do…”

Steph needs to get to her office. She needs to find that note, and if she can’t find it, she needs to find Joker’s delivery boy so she can beat the answer out of him. She steps away from the table. “I’ll get back to you.”

Tim grabs Steph’s wrist as she passes by. “Please—”

“I said, I’ll get back to you,” Steph snaps, yanking her arm out of his grip. She looks away from Tim’s wounded expression. “I can’t do anything if you’re dragging me down.”

Tim’s shoulders sag with relief. “Thank you.”

“…You owe me. Whether I find him or not.”

“Thank you.”

Steph walks away. She doesn’t look back.

(She shoots Joker in the throat, grabs the nearest heavy object—curved & metal, but much else doesn’t register—and beats the clown’s head in while screaming insults in League dialect. She strips down to her suit’s under layer to keep Joker’s blood away from Jason, tossing her gloves away without caring about fingerprints, and kneels down in front of Jason, making herself as small as possible. She undoes the bonds, checking his injuries, and when Jason collapses into Steph’s arms, she holds on. Steph cradles Jason in her arms, helps him rehydrate from her water bottle, and apologizes in every language she knows for not being there for him sooner.)

(Without the mask or the armor, with Steph’s hair pulling wild & sweaty out of its braid, she doesn’t look nearly so much like the villain who hurt him before. Jason wonders if he’s dead or dreaming, to finally have the hero he looked up to for so much of his childhood decide he’s worth saving after all.)

(Steph would go to the ends of the earth to protect him from that point forward. When questioned, she just mutters something about not “letting all that work go to waste.”)

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pr0wlerpunk · 1 year

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Title: Can you focus on, me?

Person:Jimmy uso(finally)

Requested: |Yes|No|

Anon: ou do jimmy and the reader where a girl goes to a wwe show for the first time bc her friend forced her and when she goes back stage she bumps into jimmy and they lock eyes for like 10 secs then walk away then later that night they bumb into eahcother again and jimmy asks for her number and make it SMUTTY

Afab!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Kissing, Grabbing, Oral(m) Smut!, Fingering(f), Choking, Orgasm Denial, Edging, Dirty Talk, Sub/Dom Relationship, Female Penetration, Praising, Unprotected Sex(wrap up before you get smacked up), Degrading.

Please tell me if I missed anything thing

Pairings: romantic!Jimmy uso x Reader

Mentions: Jey uso, Roman reigns, Paul heyman, Solo sikoa, Sami zayn, Cody rhodes

Pic creds: WWE/my friend

Growing up you had lots of friends, but as you matured you realized those were just acquaintances..well bedsides one.

Your best friend

She was there for you no matter what the consequences were

She helped find who you are today

So when she asked you to go to her all time favorite show with her, you just couldn’t really say no

(Especially since she bought backstage passes)

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“Aya I’m tired” groaning you turned to your friend

“I know, I am too but please wait because after this we can go backstage” she peered away from you turning her attention back to the match in front of her

“You’re Lucky i love you” huffing you turned your attention back to the match, you never really payed close attention to WWE besides from being younger, but when aya told you she had bought tickets you just couldn’t say no,

So here you are now standing near the ramp watching who you think is the usos, you honestly couldn’t really tell from how far you guys were.

“Aya it’s the usos right?” You whispered in her ear

“Girl..you didn’t see them come out?” She questioned

“No I wasn’t paying attention..” shrinking back seeing the harsh look she gave you

The match carried on and ended on a high note…

You think…

All you know is that Jimmy and Jey were now walking back up the ramp

The people behind you were booing and shouting so much that it got the attention of Jimmy

much to your dismay instead of glaring at them he directed it towards you, you froze as he got closer

close enough that you could see the pure anger in his face making you shrink down which he seemed to notice as his expression softened

you thought he was going to say something but his attention shifted towards his brother who was now calling him

giving you one last glance he disappeared behind the screens.

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It wasn’t long until you and Aya went backstage, all you guys had to do was show your passes and that was it

You saw many faces but the one that stood out to Aya was Paul heyman, she started jumping and screamed

“OH MY GOD, YN ITS PAUL HEYMANNNNNNN”

Right in your ear probably making you go deaf and definitely drawing the attention of the others around y’all including Paul heyman, as he started walking towards you guys with a wide grin on his face

Shaking your head and groaning you peeled away from this very odd couple walking in the other direction

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Walking furthermore you saw a couple familiar faces, Cody Rhodes and Sami zayn for instance

To your surprise they stopped you and asked if you wanted a pic, you couldn’t say no so they snapped about 3 good pictures and left, you wished them a safe night and a thank you as you turned and left bumping straight into a hard chest

“Shit”

“Fuck”

“Yo I’m really sorry for that” peering down at you stood no other than Jimmy uso

Time seemed to slow as you both stared into each others eyes for the second time that night,

His brows furrowed

“You following me?” He questioned with a chuckle

“No?” you mentally cursed your self for how unsure you seemed

He laughed, showing off his pearly whites and wide smile

He was truly beautiful…

“Hey I’m sorry for scaring you back there, I thought it was you who was booing me and my brother..” he trailed off making your heart swell with love, he didn’t have to apologize, hell he didn’t even have to stop but he did and you were thankful for that

“It’s ok, You’ve had a rough night so I don’t blame you”

He smiled again and you swear you felt your knees buckle

*ding*

he pulled out his phone and frowned

“I gotta run so it was nice meeting you…” he trailed off

Jumping to speak and not keep him waiting you spoke your name

“It’s Yn..” You trailed off, when did it get so hot in here?

Was your mouth always this dry?

Damn you need some water

“Yn…” he tested your name on his tongue and suddenly you didn’t want your name spoken by anyone else but him

He nodded smiling again, “I like it, I’ll see you later princess” he reached down and pressed his lips to your cheek whispering into your ear “I’ll make it up to you, I promise” before walking off towards his next destination

You stood there for a good 20 minutes thinking about what just a cured, until a sudden ding shook you out of your trance, shaking your head you reached for your phone

A- YNNNNN BAEEEE HEHE MeÊt MĒ At THe ExIt RnnNNN

You squinted at the messed up spelling before making the walk to the exit

As you neared it you could hear her voice and god did it sounded horrible

As soon as you turned the corner you saw her all buddied up on Paul heyman with the rest of the bloodline around them

You froze immediately seeing Jimmy

You tried walking away but was quickly spotted by Aya

“YNNNNNNNNNN” she slurred making it clear she was heavily intoxicated, feeling all eyes on you you prayed that your makeup was still on point before putting on a smile and walking over there

“GUYSSS THIS IS WHO I WAS TALKING ABOUTTT HE HEEE” she sang still clutching on to Paul

You cleared your throat

“Aya please stop yelling” you politely spoke before turning towards Paul and Roman, who mind you looked very annoyed at Paul

“Hi, uhm I’m very sorry for my friend here” they both turned to you and now it felt very uncomfortable under their gaze.

Paul’s mouth opened to talk but Roman beat him to it

“No I should be the one apologizing, wiseman here took it upon himself to give your friend here too many drinks” his voice showed remorse when speaking to you but quickly went dark when he spoke about what Paul did to your friend

“How ‘bout i make it up to you” he reached in his pocket no doubt pulling out his wallet

You quickly opened your mouth to object but he insisted on paying enough money to get you and Aya back home and then some, you continuously thanked him as he told Jey and Solo to put Aya in the car for you as he took Paul into the black suv no doubt to get at him, which left you and Jimmy alone once again.

It was him who spoke first making you jump slightly

“Now I know you following me” his voice deep and smooth making a heat arise in between your thighs

Shaking away those shameful thoughts that seemed to appear out of thin air, you opened your mouth to speak

“In my defense, it was your wiseman that intoxicated my friend”

He nodded, chuckling slightly as a small smile made its way onto his lips once again

Before anything else could be said Jey and solo quickly made their way towards you guys

Jey looked at you before taking off into his suv while solo stoped and spoke

“Yo uhm she kinda passed out”

Solo was very intimidating in and out the ring so hearing the slight remorse in his voice shocked you, smiling anyways you shook your head and spoke

“It’s alright, I thank you and your brother for putting her in the car”

He nodded before glancing at his older brother and taking off towards the same suv Jey went into

Glancing at Jimmy you saw he was staring right at you with a different gleam in his eyes but before you or him could say anything Paul appeared from the window

“Jimmy we need to go” he sniffled making Jimmy role his eyes and turn to you

“I need to go but how bout I give you my number?”

You smiled “I would like that yes”

Giving your phone to him he quickly typed in his number, put his name and snapped a picture making it a official contact, he checked everything over before handing it back to you

You too stood there just staring at each other for what seemed like eternity until Paul cleared his throat,

“I’m coming, I’m coming damn”

You laughed softly as Jimmy wrapped his bare arms around your waist pulling you into a tight hug, pulling back as he whispered into your ear “I’ll text you aight princess?”

You nodded before he walked off towards the suv, sending you one last glance he hoped in

You watched as the two cars drove off before finally joining a passed out Aya in your own car,

Starting the trip back home

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3 months later

You and Jimmy had been talking for a while now

Constantly FaceTiming each other and talking about how his family was sometimes even getting to see his two brothers and cousin from time to time

Even Aya was asking for Paul when they were all together

It was a perfect dynamic really…

Which is why you and Aya are in Romans locker room with the boys

See Roman liked you so much he offered to book you and Aya some plane tickets, two hotel rooms, and backstage passes to a couple of his shows, he never expected nothing back which you appreciated but you never took him up on that offer until tonight, Aya had been saying how much of a fool she made out of herself in front of her favorite wrestlers and wanted to clear the air, so you texted roman(who had gotten your number from jimmy’s phone)and told him you would be taking him up on that offer, he said it was no problem at all and that everything was already good to go,

as soon as you guys arrived to the stadium you were met by Jey and solo who said hi and led you into the complex back to their locker room,

you were greeted with warm arms and compliments from Roman who after you went straight to Aya

You turned towards Jimmy as he was smiling with his arms spread out, you being excited ran and jumped into his arms,

you both laughed and spun around until he sat down with you straddling him, you noticed that Aya and Roman had done the same, which made you and Jimmy give each other a knowing look

You all began relaxing in the loroom enjoying the food Paul Had provided you all

nuzzling your head into jimmy’s neck he pressed a kiss to the top of your head making you smile into his skin

“Jey, Solo” You heard Roman speak

“Need you too to go out there and keep watch” you watched as Jey and solo mumbled something before walking out the room leaving you with Jimmy and Roman with Aya

You could tell Aya was enjoying Roman’s attention as was you Jimmy

It felt nice to be involved with someone that actually cared about you

Jimmy didn’t care about anything besides you(and his family)

If you wanted to take things slow he respected that

If you wanted to speak to him one day and not the next he was ok with that

he never pushed boundaries

He knew you were busy

And you knew he was busy

He trusted you

And You trusted him

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The night had gone smooth, no fights, no arguing, no nothing

It was surprising but relaxing, though as the night ended you realized you would be leaving Jimmy which dampened the mood

It seemed Aya had also realized this as she began kissing and hugging Roman

Jimmy on the other hand shared your dismay

“Hey stop pouting, we’ll see each other again real soon” softly he pressed his lips to yours before deepening the kiss

You eagerly kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck as his tongue begged for entrance into your mouth,

when he didn’t get the pleasure he pressed his hips into yours earning a soft gasp

taking to opportunity he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his tongue explored your mouth as he rocked his hips into yours

letting out soft moans and gasps of pleasure

you softly pulled back laughing as he chased your lips

“Come back to my room with me” he looked shocked at your sudden boldness but quickly snapped out of it

“Don’t gotta tell me twice princess”

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The walk back to your room was..

Crazy

It was a mess of kissing, grabbing, giggling and marking

You both were lucky that no one was in the halls at this time

You made it to the door spending no time in unlocking it and pushing Jimmy in side

He chuckled “cute” he smirked before his hand found its way to your throat giving it a nice squeeze he watched as your brows furrowed and you mouth fell open slightly

He brought his mouth to your ear as he gruffly spoke

“Bed. Now.”

Wasting no time you made your way to the bed leaving a trail of clothes on the floor as you now laid bare pressed up on your elbows watching him undress

As he stood now bare you couldn’t help but stare at how hard he had gotten

Maybe you had been staring too long because the next thing you heard had you eagerly sliding to the edge on the bed onto your knees

“You gonna keep staring or what princess?” His town was light and you could tell he didn’t mean anything of it but you had other plans

Taking him into your hand you felt just how heavy he actually was

You pressed a light kiss to his tip before sticking your tongue out and licking along the base

He let out little huffs as his eyes closed

Smiling to yourself you opened your mouth and started to suck on his cock

Earning you a groan and a praise of “so good”

You bobbed you head up and down as his hands went into your hair pressing you further around him until your eyes watered and you could hardly breath

He quickly pulled you off his now glistening cock into a messy kiss

He guided you until your back was fully pressed down onto the mattress

His hand went down in between you both until you felt his fingers ghost over your clit

You let out a surprised moan feeling him smile into your lips

He moved his head into your neck as his fingers circled your clit

You moaned out a soft “please” before he shushed you whilst one of his fingers dove into your hole making your back arch

He pressed deep inside you feel your walls tighten around just his one finger, getting bored of hearing you so quiet he added another finger

Letting out a louder moan as he started thrusting his fingers inside you muttering a soft “so tight princess, can’t wait to feel you on my cock” your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt that familiar heat rise in your stomach

“Jimmy, hah-fuck im gonna come” he nodded before slipping his fingers out of your cunt making you whine at the sudden lost of his fingers and orgasm

Shaking his head he looked you into the eyes as he spoke “wanna feel you come around my cock as I feel you up princess” as he pushed the head of his cock into your cunt

You both moaned as he fully slid inside you bottoming out

He started slow

Making sure you could fully take him before speeding up fully

You were a babbling mess, a mix of curses and moans coming out as nothing but words jumbled up while jimmy was in pure bliss

He had imagined what you would feel like around his cock, how you would sound, how you would feel..

And now here he was getting a first hand glance at his fantasies

Hearing your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as you stated you were about to come, furrowing his brows he slowed down to a complete stop much to your dismay

“Did I say you could come princess?” You felt tears prick your eyes as your pussy throbbing having been through another lost orgasm, you started begging as his pace picked back up

“Please Jimmy, please let me come” a wicked smile appeared as his face as his hips snapped into yours no doubt leaving marks

“Fuck” he groaned as your eyes rolled back into your head

“M’ gonna come princess, need you to come with me tho baby” you nodded eagerly as his pace quickened his hands gripping your hips

“Fuck, ‘m gonna feel you up real good baby” he felt your walls tighten making him smile “you like that huh, want me to fill you up like the fucking slut you are?”

When you didn’t respond he grabbed at your throat giving it a light squeeze “im fucking talking to you”

You gasped opening your mouth you muttered “yes please-ha-fill me up-Fuck!”

He nodded “good girl” you felt his thrust get sloppy as your stomach tightened “fuck Jimmy I’m gonna come” he shushed you “me too angel” his hand left your throat as he slid it into yours giving it a tight squeeze as he stilled inside you, you gasped feeling his come shoot inside you before moaning as your come spilled around his cock

You both sat there catching your breath before he slowly pulled out of you to go retrieve a warm rag to clean you up

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BONUS

You both laid in each other’s arms before he spoke

“Yn, will you be my girlfriend?”

You laughed “of course Jimmy I’ll be your girlfriend” he smiled before planting a kiss to your lips

….

“Hey Jim, you think Aya and Roman fucked?”

He busted out laughing as he quickly said yes as you both drifted off to sleep

#rae speaks #jimmy uso #jimmy uso x reader #jimmy uso smut #HEHEHEHHE

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havendance · 7 months

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Batman for Dummies

Chapter 3: Starring NIGHTWING as the Cavalry

AO3: Chapter 3 | Read from the beginning

Fandom: Batman

Featured Characters/Relationships: Helena Bertinelli & Tim Drake, but look basically everyone shows up this chapter including, but not limited to: Dick, Barbara, Jean-Paul Valley, and Bruce too I guess.

Wordcount: 9100

Fic Summary:

In the aftermath of the quake that shook Gotham, Helena Bertinelli takes on the mantle of the Bat. (It isn’t like Batman’s using it.) If she’d known the cowl came with a certain moralizing little bird following her around — well, she probably still would’ve done it, but it would’ve been nice to know in advance. (Or: Tim and Helena team up 2: electric boogaloo. Now with more bats!)

We are back, baby! I got so much procrastination on my school projects done while editing this.

After two chapters of drama, it's time for something more chill and fun before we hit the endgame :)

Excerpt:

“Knock knock.”

Helena groaned and blinked. Someone was shining a flashlight in her face. At her side, Robby made some equally unhappy noises as he tried to pull the blanket over his head. It took Helena a second to wake up, but then it happened all at once. Someone else was there.

She kicked out, but her legs were still tangled in the blankets and the intruder easily dodged back.

Robby finally noticed something was wrong and sat up. “’Lena, what?” he said with a yawn. Then, more alert: “Nightwing?”

With the flashlight no longer shining in her eyes, Helena could see the black and blue costume she’d originally missed. She flicked on the LED lamp near the bed, and there he was, looking in far better shape than anyone inside the city had been in months. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.

“When did you get here?” asked Robby.

“To answer your questions: last night and I was sent to fetch you. B called a meeting,” Nightwing said.

Robby crossed his arms. “B knows what I think. You can tell him that sending you isn’t going to change that. No offense,” he tacked on apologetically.

Nightwing nodded. “So you’re both out then?

Helena exchanged a look with Robby. “Both?” she asked.

Nightwing shrugged. “He told me to get both of you.”

“Really?” she asked. “Because he was pretty clear on what he thought of me the last time we met.”

“Hey, I just got here.” Nightwing held up his hands. “I’m just telling you what he told me.”

Robby was looking to her. “Do you think he means it?”

Helena shrugged. “You know him better than I do, kid.”

“Well…” she could see the wheels in his head turning, “maybe. He did kind of try to apologize last time.” To Robin, not to the Bat. “I won’t go if you don’t,” he decided.

Helena turned back to Nightwing. “Who else is going to be at this meeting?”

“Me, Oracle, Azrael I think. It’s an all hands sort of thing.

So either she was actually included in that, or else he just wanted to chew her out in front of a larger audience. Helena knew she really shouldn’t get her hopes up; she’d been burned enough times before, but if he really was serious this time… Well, She never had completely managed to rid herself of the part of her that wanted for Batman to see her, to respect her. Though, admittedly, with the events of the past months, that part had gotten pretty small.

What were the options here? If they went and it turned out he was still an asshole, it’d be annoying, but she could just leave. A waste of morning at worst. But if they didn’t go and it turned out he was serious… Helena was honestly a little surprised that Robin had stuck with her this long. He'd been the only thing keeping her from spilling blood all over his precious bat symbol and he’d still chewed out Batman for her in the end. If Batman was serious, she owed it to the kid to at least give it a try. She knew he didn’t like being at odds with Batman, for all he was willing to be.

“We’ll come,” she said.

“Where are we going?” Robby asked.

“Clocktower,” Nightwing said. “I figured I’d come along with you once you got suited up.”

“How long until we need to be there?” Helena asked.

He shrugged. “Sooner’s better. It starts whenever everyone shows up.

She probably wouldn’t have been able to get back to sleep anyway. Helena stood up and stretched. “Well then, let a woman have her privacy?”

Robby dragged Nightwing out the door.

She could hear them talking in the other room as she stripped off her sleepwear and pulled on the Batsuit.

“You had me worried, you know,” Nightwing said.

“Really?” Robby asked.

“Yeah, I had to hear from O that you were hanging out in No Man’s Land.”

“Oh.” A pause. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Really? You come by every other week to bother me. Of course I’m going to notice when you stop. Then you stop answering your phone and of course I’m worried.”

“Um, I’m sorry?”

A snort, probably from Nightwing. Helena could empathize. “Punk. So, you and Huntress?”

“She’s the Bat,” Robby said automatically. Then, more suspicious: “And what do you mean?”

“I’m just saying, after all that shit you gave me for letting her see my face, where do I find you?”

“It’s not— I’m not— It’s practical!” Robby sputtered. “I’ve known her for longer! And there’s only one bed!”

“Sure, kid.”

“You agreed we weren’t going to bring that up!”

“I’m just saying…”

The conversation devolved into scuffling. Helena pulled on her mask and went around to the doorway. Robin was only half-way suited up and Nightwing had him in a headlock.

She coughed. “So, are we going?”

Nightwing let Robin go and he hurried to finish putting on his tunic. “I’m ready,” he said and headed to the exit.

Nightwing turned to her. “Ladies first,” he said.

She rolled her eyes, but headed for the door.

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chapter eleven: a virgin no more

-- a ghostly love masterlist

After that night, we were all over one another. To the point that the others were starting to get annoyed. Wally and I didn’t care, too enamored with one another to care. Every second that we were alone, we were going on adventures around the school, doing stupid shit, and just physically all over one another as well. Really, it was just us having fun.

Right now, we were in the field together, sitting on the ground. Classes were happening inside and honestly, neither of us had any clue on the whereabouts of the other spirits but we didn’t really care about that.

Currently, we were talking about cheerleading. “Yeah, when I was in middle school, I twisted my ankle real bad while doing handsprings.” I told Wally. “Then, the next day, it was like, all swollen and shit. It was gross.” I said.

“Oh my god.” He said. “Yeah, I once broke my arm in freshman year at a game. It was bad. It was, like, bent all weird and my hand was limp. I looked like a zombie or something.” Wally shared.

“Ew.” I said, making a face as I smiled.

He smiled, “It was kind of dope.” Wally said.

I gave him a look, “You’re weird.”

“I know.” He said with a dorky smile.

I sighed as I thought for a moment, the both of us silent. “I wish I was able to do more, when I was still alive.” I said.

“I get that.” Wally agreed. “Like lose your virginity?” Wally then suddenly blurted out.

I gasped as I looked over at him, “You heard that?” I asked, referring to me telling Rhonda that the other day while getting ready for homecoming.

“Yeah.” He admitted with no problem.

“Well… yeah. I’m still a virgin.” I said with a small shrug. “I always thought that I was missing out or something when I was alive because all of my friends had lost their virginity.” I told him.

“So, why didn’t you?” Wally asked, curiously.

“I never was given the opportunity. Well, I was but I wasn’t. Guys are all talk. They had a bunch of shit to say all the time but never followed through.” I said. “Besides, I’d never do anything with guys like that.” I added, shrugging.

Wally nodded, “Would you do it with a guy like me?” He asked with a small smirk.

I blushed, “Um… not with a guy like you.” I said and I saw his face drop a little. “I would with only you.” I then said and I saw his face light up again.

“Oh, really?” He asked flirtatiously.

“Yeah.” I smiled.

“Right now?” Wally then asked.

“Not right here.” I told him.

He got up so fast, “Come on. I know where we could go.” He told me before taking my hand in his and starting to run to where he wanted to take me, making me laugh as I let him pull me along with him.

Later in the day, I was sat in the library with Rhonda. Honestly, I had started to grow into her, accepting how she was, even if I didn’t always like it.

“Where were you and Wally all day?” She asked, a lollipop in her hand.

“Oh, we were on the field.” I said.

“Really? Charley went out there a little while ago and said you guys weren’t there.” Rhonda said.

I blushed a little, “Oh, well we were walking around the school for a little while as well.” I lied.

“Oh, really?” She said, not believing me one bit.

“Yeah.” I shrugged, looking down.

“Lucia..” She said and then gasped, “Oh my god did the virgin finally become a non-virgin?” She asked, rather loudly.

I don’t answer as I start fiddling with my fingers.

“Oh my fucking god.” She said, letting out a huff. “Wait, it was Wally, right?” Rhonda asked, looking for clarification.

“Yeah?” I responded, unsure on why that was even a question.

“I don’t know. You never know. It could’ve been, like, Mr Martin or something.” Rhonda said.

“Ew!” I gasped. “No, what the fuck?” I let out a surprised laugh.

Rhonda just starts to laugh as well. She wasn’t too bad, actually.

I was really starting to get used to this whole “life of the undead” as Wally called it. It was definitely much better than the “life of the living”. Or at least my life.

THE END

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criminalamnesia · 1 year

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Matchmaker (part 4)

warnings: not proofread, she/her pronouns used, fluff, part 4 of a series (you can find the other parts here)

summary: you and harwin spend a night in the woods.

author’s note: sorry for not updating this series for so long! life has been keeping me busy. hope you all enjoy!

The bright orange flames of the fire felt warm on your face as you sat on a log, hungrily eating a piece of the rabbit Harwin had caught earlier. He sat next to you, an amused expression on his face as he watched you eat.

“Good?” He asked, to which you nodded.

You swallowed, looking over at him with a grin. “Delicious. I’m surprised you haven’t been recruited to the kitchens.”

He chuckled and shook his head as you turned back to your food.

“It’s delicious because you’re so hungry, my lady. It’s just cooked rabbit; nothing special, unlike what the King’s cooks make.”

“I think this is better,” you told him truthfully as you swallowed once more. “Honestly, it’s nice to have something simple. The cooks can be… too ambitious, at times.”

He nodded in understanding. It was nice to eat elaborate meals, but usually, the best meals were the simplest. The ones made with the most care– the most heart.

You finished off the rabbit and tossed the bone back into the fire. The flames crackled as a log shifted within, sending tiny embers into the air. You watched them, transfixed.

Harwin’s eyes stayed on you.

“I do not remember,” you began, your eyes following an ember as it floated to the sky. “The last time I was able to do something like this.”

“Like what, my lady?” He questioned. You shrugged, your eyes now focusing on the dark expanse of the sky above you. Stars twinkled far above, constellations you recognized coming into focus.

“This,” you emphasized, waving a hand and looking back at him. “Something quiet. Relaxing.”

“You don’t relax with the Princess?” He asked, to which you gave a small laugh.

“Even when we’re relaxing, we’re not. Rhaenyra is restless. It’s just who she is. Even if she is not actively voicing her feelings, I am aware of them. It is not relaxing to be so vigilant and conscious of her actions– to soothe her even if she doesn’t voice a concern. It is work– and I do love my work– but it can be… tiring.”

He nodded, his knee bumping yours. “I understand. I believe that standing guard is similar. You are standing there, and it should not be strenuous, but it requires constant vigilance.”

“Does that make me a guard, then?” You grinned, leaning over to bump his arm with your shoulder. He gave a small chuckle, one of his hands reaching up to undo the tie in his hair.

“I suppose it does, my lady. Will I see you standing watch outside the Princess’ door when we return to the keep?”

“Oh, certainly, Ser. I would not miss it for the world.” You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, the curls once trapped in a bun falling into place.

He hummed, dropping his hand from his hair. You cleared your throat, suddenly hyper-aware of your position.

Mere inches separated your bodies. His knee brushed against one of yours. Your hands were almost touching where they rested upon the log. His eyes watched you intently, and you blushed under his fierce gaze, turning to look back at the sky.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” you said, your voice soft.

“They are,” he hummed in agreement, but his eyes were not on the stars. He was still looking at you– at the way the firelight cast your face in a warm glow.

You knew he was still watching you. You could feel his gaze on you like a faint touch. There, but only if you didn’t acknowledge it. Perhaps that’s how this would always be, you thought. Stolen glances and subtle touches. The two of you dancing around whatever this was.

You were too scared to admit that maybe, just maybe, you really did fancy Ser Harwin Strong.

You cleared your throat then, pushing yourself off the log. Harwin watched as you stood, his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, still seated on the log.

“It’s late; we should be getting back to camp,” you told him as you moved towards your nearby horses, to which he shook his head.

“Apologies, my lady, but it’s too dark now. These woods aren’t too thick, but I’d rather not chance getting lost.”

“We’re staying here?” You asked, turning back to face him. Your hand fell from the rein of your horse. “Did you plan this?” You asked, a hint of anger rising in your tone.

Had he really planned this? Swooped in at the right time, taken you out riding, dragged out his hunt and cooking so it would be too dark to ride back?

No, you thought. Harwin would not do that. He was honest, and he was considerate. He would never try to trap you into staying with him like this. This was purely accident– a coincidence.

“Of course not, my lady. I lost track of time– we both did.” He was standing now, making his way towards you. “If you really do not wish to stay, I’ll ride back with you myself. But I believe this is the safest option.”

Your anger dissipated as you looked at his expression: soft and concerned. You slowly nodded, “Of course, Ser. My apologies.”

He shook his head as he reached for one of the saddle bags, undoing its buckles and pulling it from the horse.

“You can use this as a pillow,” he said, holding it out to you. You took it gingerly, feeling the worn leather in your palms. “Not as fancy as the feather pillows in the keep,” he grinned, and you gave a small chuckle. “But it’s the best I can do tonight.”

“Thank you, Ser.” He nodded in return, already undoing the second bag. You walked back towards the fire and set your bag down nearby, close enough for the warmth, but far enough you wouldn’t burn. Harwin said nothing as he walked to the other side of the fire, putting distance between the two of you.

You didn’t question it. Instead, you slowly laid down, struggling to get comfortable on the grass. After a moment, you had finally found a comfortable position, and you closed your eyes.

Sleep welcomed you with a warm embrace.

—

When you woke, the sky was still dark. The fire had died down, it’s pathetic flame flickering dimly in the black night. You shivered as wind blew through the trees.

“My lady?” Harwin’s voice was just above a whisper; cautious incase you were still sleeping.

“I’m awake,” you replied, curling in on yourself in an attempt for warmth. “What are you doing up?”

“Keeping watch,” he replied. You rolled over to face him. He was sitting on the log the pair of you had shared earlier, the saddle bag he’d taken forgotten a foot away.

“You look exhausted. I can keep watch now–” you began, but he swiftly interrupted.

“Of course not, my lady. Go back to sleep. I can handle watch.”

You rolled you eyes as you pushed yourself into a sitting position. “Stop being stubborn. I’m sure you’re tired.”

“It’s no bother,” he replied easily. “Go back to sleep.”

“Not unless you join me,” you said, then quickly blushed at what your words implied. “In sleeping, that is. Over there. On the other side of the fire.”

He gave a small chuckle, an amused but tired smile growing on his face. “And you say I’m stubborn.”

You didn’t reply, instead waiting for him to move. He didn’t, and after another beat of silence, you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. Another gust of wind shook the nearby trees, earning another shiver from you.

Harwin noticed this time, and his brows furrowed in concern. “Are you cold, my lady?”

You waved a hand in dismissal. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about me.”

“It’s not nothing,” he stated, moving to stand from the log. “If you die of hypothermia on my watch, I’m afraid of what the Princess will do to me.”

You chuckled at that thought, not noticing Harwin’s approach until was sitting down right next to you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, eyes widening in surprise.

“We don’t have any blankets,” he said. “But I can keep you warm, if you’d like.”

His expression was neutral, as if this was something he did all the time. Snuggling up with a woman he constantly flirted with and had unsaid feelings for, that is.

You looked at him, words battling each other on your tongue. You were cold, and Harwin’s offer was appealing. However, you were scared of what this would do to your relationship. This was intimate– more touch than the two of you had ever shared.

“If you’re not comfortable with this, my lady, I’ll go back to keeping watch and we can pretend this never happened.” He offered, but you found yourself shaking your head.

“No, it’s– it’s fine. Um, how do you..?” You began, but your voice fell off as he smiled and positioned himself behind you.

He gently pulled you back onto the ground, your head falling back onto the makeshift pillow. His front pressed against your back as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. Your breathing hitched, your cheeks burning furiously.

“Alright?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Y-yes. Um, thank you,” you said, trying not to focus on the pressure of his body behind you.

“Good,” he said, and you swore you could almost hear a smile on his tone. “Now go back to sleep.”

“You too,” you told him. He said nothing, only giving a noncommittal hum. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, willing your thoughts to quiet as you hoped for sleep to come.

Minutes later, you drifted off. Unbeknownst to you, Harwin quickly joined you in sleep, never feeling more relaxed than in that moment– holding you in his arms in the middle of the woods, under the glistening stars high above.

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gucciwins · 1 year

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am i the only one who doesn’t want a happy ending

actually i want more angst where he goes begging on his knees to her and she’s stone cold and then like three years later she’s thriving and he’s still missing her….

heartbreak can lead to healing

A/N: hola amores! honestly was not planning a second part on the angst piece because it doesn't even have a name but you all requested a part two so here it is. be kind and let me know what you think.

part one

“I’m not doing this, Harry.”

“What do you mean?” He frowns. He can’t lose you.

“This relationship,” you point gesture to him and yourself. “It’s clear we both want different things.”

“I want you.”

You feel the butterflies swarm your belly at the confession, but he would not talk you into staying with him. You were breaking up with him and moving on because you deserved better. The beginning of your relationship was bliss. He was the perfect boyfriend who showered you with affection and small gifts, always spending time with you and your friends. He had become an exclusive member at girl nights because he was really good at adding designs to all your nails, something you all struggled with. He fit perfectly, but you didn’t fit in his life.

It was clear he was two different people, the person he was with you and the person he was with his friends. You didn’t know which one was the real one, and you were not going to stick around to find out. You hold firm, not letting your walls fall because you know he’d find a way to bring them all down with one stumble. Stella and Aisha promised you it was the right thing to do for yourself. They would never stand to let you be with someone that had you questioning what they were doing every minute they were apart from you. You had cried and drank your feelings away, and you knew as soon as you left Harry’s arrived at your apartment, they'd be there with ice cream and wine, a perfect combination to heal a heartache.

“No, Harry. You don’t.”

Harry frowns, “how can you say that?”

You shrug.

“You know I love you. I love you so much.”

“Not enough to leave the people in your life who hold a bad influence in your life.”

Harry groans, “it’s not that easy.”

You shrug, “it really is, H.”

“I’ve known them for over half my life.”

“And me only close to two years.” You remind him.

“Stop, it’s different. Always has been with you.”

You know it was different. Harry approached you at the bookstore wanting a book recommendation after seeing the large stack in your hands. You laughed and plucked the book from the top wishing him the best of luck. After that, he showed up every day at the bookstore, wanting to see you. It was after a week that he finally saw you again. He talked about the book and how much he loved it, and when he left that day, he went home with three new books you chose for him and plans for a first date.

The relationship blossomed from there, but you took it slow. You dated for three months before you even let Harry ask you to be his girlfriend. Then at six months, he met your friends, soon followed by your families. His friends were the last ones meeting them officially at one year. It’s clear he spoke about you because everyone knew your name, but everyone was surprised to see a plain jane, as they liked to call you. Harry told them to knock it off, but they all laughed it off. You were never at ease with his friends, which should have been a warning from the start, but you were blinded by your love for Harry.

“I love you, Harry.”

“Then stay,” he pleads, getting down to his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I need to feel respected and safe in our relationship, but all I feel is anguish and insecurity.” You need him to understand. “You know that’s not me.”

“I’ll change, I will, baby, please.” Harry’s close to tears, but you need to rip the band-aid off.

“It’s over, Harry. We’re breaking up.”

You let it sit in the air for a minute. A weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Harry’s tears fall free against your shirt, you should feel guilty, but you don’t. It’s time you put yourself first.

“Goodbye, Harry. Take care of yourself.”

You remove his arms from your waist and leave him on his knees as he repeats his request for you to stay. Leaving his apartment for the final time, you shed a few tears because you love Harry. Some part of you always will, but your relationship wasn’t equal. You were a low priority in his life when it came to you or his friends. Tonight he proved where they stood because he couldn’t part with them, not seeing how much they were weighing him down. You couldn’t save him. He needed to do that on his own.

Walking away wasn’t giving up. It showed how much strength and love you had for yourself.

You would be okay.

Three years later

You weren’t the biggest fan of moving, but you were excited about the new journey you were about to embark on. The upside was that you allowed yourself to get rid of a lot of unnecessary items you’ve been holding onto for too long.

“Babes!” A shout comes from what used to be your bedroom.

“What’d you find?”

You make your way and find your best friend, Thea, digging around an old box labeled Don’t Open. She didn't listen as she had different items displayed on the floor.

“What is all of this?”

Memories.

It was hard to part with these items a few years ago. They meant too much for you to throw them out.

You sigh, recognizing the old Joni Mitchell record, Blue, and a tattered Rolling Stone shirt. “They were from my last relationship.”

Thea gasps, “these are Harry’s stuff.” Realization hits her, seeing all the stuff you once considered so important. “Why was it hiding in the back of the closet? Are you leaving it here?”

“Forgot about it, honestly.”

“Can I keep the record? It looks well taken care of even though the sleeve looks damaged.”

You laugh, “it’s yours if you really want it.”

“Amazing,” she cheers.

The record played around your apartment for the longest time. You found it on your second date at a flea market, and Harry had told you that he had to hear how it sounded. It was a perfect album; after that, it became your album, always playing when he came for a visit or you were cooking together. You used any excuse to listen to it. After the breakup, it took you a long time until you could listen to Joni Mitchell without thinking of him.

You take a peak at a few remaining items, mainly handwritten letters and poems, and you know it is time to throw them out. You were happy. There was no need to reminisce about the past.

“I can dump this all out.”

“Or,” Thea starts, and you already know where she’s going with this.

“Don’t say it.”

“You ended on bad terms. Closure is good, babes.”

You sigh, “not everyone needs it. I’m really happy. The happiest I’ve ever been.”

Thea nods, “that’s very true. You’re a shining star now.”

You leave Thea to keep looking at the items, knowing she would be a good friend to pack it all up again. There is no need for all that in your life.

“Baby?”

You and Thea look at each other with identical grins as you’re quick to drop the small duffle bag in your hand. You walk out to see your boyfriend of two years, holding a cup holder with three coffees and iced water and a bag of jalapeno bagels in another. The aroma was quick to settle in the empty living room.

“Hi,” you breathe out, taking him in. You’d never get tired of looking at him.

He turns, a giant grin on his smile. You swore you could see his blue eyes sparkling as he looked at you dressed in a black corduroy dungaree. It was a moving day, so you kept it casual and comfortable, wanting to be able to move and carry boxes around. Alex looked at you as if you were the most beautiful woman. It makes your heart grow every time.

“We got everything finished. Augustus is surprisingly a big fan of organization and had everything done on time.” Alex places everything on the empty counter before coming over to you and giving you a kiss hello. You melted in his arms, loving how perfectly you fit together.

“Missed you,” you murmured against his lips.

“Missed you too. Sad you made us spend the night apart.”

You giggle, “you needed to say goodbye.”

“Yeah, I had to take a final cold shower as the boiler was again not working.”

You wince, knowing you’ve had your fair share of cold showers in his apartment, but he always found a way to warm you up, even if it resulted in the need for a second shower.

“Well, never again,” you remind him.

“Mhm, and I’m so lucky you know why?”

You tilt your head, peering up at him. You have to admit seeing those gorgeous blue eyes every day would be a huge blessing. No longer having to wait for the end of each other’s work day. Instead, he would be the first thing you see every morning. You did not want to look away the first time you laid eyes on him. Alex is beautiful, and you love telling him because the blush that settles on his face every time makes you feel warm inside because you’re the one making him react and feel loved. You’re certain Alex is your other half. No one has ever made you feel completely at ease as he has.

“Why, precious?”

“Because all my showers will be with you.”

“All of them,” you question.

“Yes, sugar. Every single one. We’ll be saving water,” he adds on.

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

Alex laughs, and you hear it echo through the empty living room. You run your hands through his dark chocolate hair, feeling how soft it is, and you know he’s been using your hair treatment even if he denies it every time you ask. “Should I buy two of my hair masks now?”

“What? No, why would you?” Alex asks, confused.

You laugh, moving your hands to cup his face and feeling his beard under your palms. “I know you use it. Might as well have it stocked.”

Alex shrugs, “only if you want to. I’ll even pay for it, baby.”

“I love you,” you bring your lips against his, melting in his arms as he deepens the kiss.

“As cute as you two are, we really need to get those boxes down and get out of here.” Thea interrupts with a smile. “Oh, bagels,” she dives for the bag, giving it a big wif staring at the goods Alex brought them. “You know what? You can carry on. I don’t care.”

“Always good to see you, Thea.”

Thea flips her hair back, flashing him a pearly white grin, “I know, dear Alex. I’m a blessing to all.”

“Go eat, baby. I’ll get the last of the boxes.” Alex gestures where Thea is already digging into the freshly made cream cheese.

“Thank you.” You turn, and Alex gives you a smack on your ass, making you gasp. He shrugs as if saying he can’t help himself.

Two hours later, your stomach is full, and the apartment is empty. Alex did the honor of loading up the last few boxes into the back of his truck. You take one last look at your apartment, and it feels bittersweet to say goodbye because this was the first place you ever called home. It’s where Thea shared that she was Bisexual, and it was the scariest moment for her, but you cried with her telling her you loved her. It’s where you had your first heartbreak and the home where you got to foster baby kittens. So many beautiful stories were created in these four walls, and now you’re leaving to create new ones with Alex.

You were ready for the next chapter.

Alex kissed you quickly, promising he’d be downstairs waiting for you. You told him you didn’t need extra time to say goodbye, but he said to humor him and take five minutes before joining him downstairs. You rolled your eyes but didn’t fight him.

Instead used the time to take a final walk-through, not wanting to forget anything. Your bedroom is something you’re going to miss the most. It has a lake view; every sunset is beautiful to watch here. Alex suggested moving into your apartment, but you wanted to find a place you could build together. You were walking out of the bedroom when you heard a knock on the open door. You frown because all your neighbors knew you were leaving, little Suzy across the door cried because she wouldn’t see you every morning anymore, but you promised to come to babysit her whenever her mother needed a hand.

“Sorry to bother but I heard the apartment was clearing out today and was wondering if I could check it out,” the voice asked.

You walk down the hallway and smile, “you’re free to, but you’ll still have to put in an application with Abi down in the leasing office.”

The man takes a step inside, and you both get a good look at each other. You bite back a gasp, but the man doesn’t hide his shock.

“Y/N,” he breathes out.

You offer him a small smile, “that’s me.”

“It’s uh, Harry.”

The Harry you knew was handsome, dressed to the nines on every occasion, and always had sun-kissed skin. The Harry in front of you was pale, had purple eye bags, and looked lanky like any harsh wind could knock him over.

“I–uh, I didn’t remember you lived here or anything,” he tries to defend, and he looks so scared that you won’t believe him, but you do.

“You’re fine, Harry. It’s been a long time.”

“Three years,” he mutters, but you hear him.

“Are you looking for an apartment?”

“You remember Mitch, quiet long hair?” Harry explains Mitch to a t.

“Mhm,” you hum because you did know Mitch by some odd chance. You saw him at a coffee shop a few months after your breakup with Harry, and you were with your brother-in-law’s sister, who was visiting town, and you thought to introduce them. Sarah and Mitch ended up clicking thanks to you and knew he had his heart set on proposing soon.

“Well, he and his girlfriend Sarah have been talking about moving in together and wanted me to check out this listing we saw opening up,” he tells you.

“Has he proposed then?”

“In a week or so.” Harry frowns. “How’d you know?”

You smile, “Sarah’s my sister-in-law. Her brother married my sister. We’re good friends.”

“Oh,” he lets that sink in.

“She mentioned wanting to be engaged before moving in together.”

“So you and Mitch…are friends?” A look of betrayal sits on his face, and you know Mitch is in for an angry Harry later.

You shrug, “I guess. Don’t hang out too often, but nice to chat with.”

Harry nods, taking in this new information.

“You’re free to look around,” you tell him.

“Is the bedroom view still amazing?”

Your eyes widen in surprise, knowing he caught the moment because his smile grows. “Still as breathtaking as ever.”

He hums. “How have you been?” He asks.

“Really good, moving out, obviously.”

“Outgrew this place?”

You shrug, “something like that.”

Harry was going to ask you another question when a tall, handsome male walked in with something in his hand. “Sugar, I forgot to leave you my key.” Harry frowns. This man can’t be talking to you, can he?

“Alex, I had forgotten all about it?”

You accept the key he placed in your hand, smiling when he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. You turn back to Harry, your eyes sparkling full of love.

“Harry, this is Alex, my boyfriend. Alex, this is Harry,” you hesitate, “an old friend.”

Alex slides his hand around your waist, looping his index finger tight on your belt loop, and you know he realizes who exactly is standing in front of him. He extends his hand out for Harry to shake, who accepts it without a second thought.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Harry replies courteously.

“He happened to stop by as I was about to head down. Harry heard about the vacant apartment through the grapevine.”

“What do you think?” Alex asked, wanting to remain polite.

“It’s lovely,” Harry offers, not adding anything more. You know he’s biting back from saying more, and in this moment, you’re grateful.

“Yeah, I tried to convince her I could just move in, but she insisted on finding a place together. Never could tell her no.”

“And I’ve tried. It’s the reason we went skydiving.”

Alex laughs, “at six months together, I was so far gone that if you asked me to sell my soul for eternal life with you, I would have.”

Harry frowns, looking at the two of you and how perfect and loving you seem to be. “How long have you been together?”

“Two years,” you answer with a proud grin.

“That’s amazing.” Not a hint of happiness when he said it.

“Listen, we’ve got to head out, but it was wonderful meeting you, Harry.” Alex begins, and you know it’s true having to meet with the movers at the new house.

“No, of course. Thanks for letting me see inside.” Harry offers awkwardly.

Harry sees as Alex intertwines your hands together, seeing you shine as he presses kiss after kiss to your cheek. He had never seen you this happy.

He walks out of the apartment first, then you and Alex follow. He goes towards the stairs while you use the elevator.

“Harry?” You call out before stepping into the elevator.

“Yeah,” he sounds hopeful.

“Take care of yourself.”

He sighs, nodding, “you too.”

Harry watches the elevator door close, and he knows he will never see you again. You’re happy and in love, and it’s all he wants for you. It took him months after you broke up with him to understand how awful his friends were laughing at his heartbreak, offering themselves to him in trying to forget you, but he never accepted. He thought of different ways to get you back, but Mitch always said it started with giving you time, and now he’s lost you forever. Honestly, Harry wasn’t doing good. He hated the people he called friends, so it led him to have no one.

He was sinking deeper and deeper into a sadness he knew he would never recover from, but it filled him with a piece of peace, knowing you’d be happy and loved.

Maybe knowing you were happy without him would be the start to a new and better life, but he somehow still doubted that.

What do you do when you feel like you’re drowning?

You keep kicking until you reach the surface, and that is what Harry will do, even if it takes him the rest of his life to find the surface again.

thank you so much for reading!

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Valeria headcanons (cuz I love her.)

TWS: talks of toxic parents/household, misogyny, talk of some sac-religious topics, drugs but nothing explicit, cartel related things, honestly nothing explicit but just talks of violence in general. Idk i think that’s it, I’m sorry if I’ve missed anything. If i did let me know!

I love this women so much lmao. Speaking of love lets talk about familial love and relationship. I’ve seen a lot of people say Valeria has daddy issues… she definitely does not lmao. No but it all honesty, she most definitely has mommy issues. Her and her mom, can never have a genuine conversation without getting into an argument, or they just act civil, which is usually just them ignoring their ever growing problems with each other. Alejandro mentioned Valeria having brothers briefly, now i don’t know how many she has but I’m assuming somewhere between two or three. She loves and hates them. Now pulling some information from my own family(extended) and patterns I see in my own community. Hispanic mothers tend to absolutely baby the men in the family, especially their sons, if they ask to go out on a school night they’ll usually say yes, even when they haven’t done their chores or are failing classes. But as a daughter… no. It’s a no. You’ll actually end up doing their chores and than be told you need to do better in school even though you only got a B. The double standards are crazy sometimes. And this most likely what contributed to Valeria’s strained relationship with her mom. Her relationship with her brother’s are good though, but they do piss her off, mainly because of that double standard. I think she’s either the second oldest or middle child. She loves her dad, and grandma. Daddy’s girl, I think her father definitely was the more laid back parent. He spoiled her and definitely was excited when her mom was pregnant, and they found out it was a girl. She loves her grandma, she sometimes wonders how such a sweet woman could make her mom. Her mom probably saw too much of herself in Valeria, but also so much of what she’s not.

Friends. Valeria to me, seems like she has one maybeee two, really close friends. She did really well in school, always excelled, loved the competition of it all. She did sports in school, probably looked up to her brothers and tried following in their footsteps, she did soccer (football), swim team, cross country, and did boxing even though her parents said it wasn’t lady like. Her best friend since like fourth grade, would come to all her sport meets. They were really close, they were in all the same classes up until high-school, they talked shit about their parents or kids at school, they skipped school, caused trouble; because I just know Valeria probably pranked one or two teachers but in very personal and targeted ways, she never got caught. Honestly her and her best friend, had a homoerotic friendship. Lmao.

I didn’t grow up in Mexico but I visited quite often as a kid, and it’s no surprise that most people there are very catholic. (It’s next too impossible to find tampons sometimes, and you can thank purity culture and religion for that.) Take that in mind. I don’t think she had internalized homophobia, but she genuinely thought of it as a phase of sorts… It was not a phase. Her and her best friend would kind of experiment together, they kissed, made out, lingering touches, but they never went further. Valeria, had kissed a few guys in high school, but when she kissed her friend, it felt right you know? Valeria at some point did fall in love with her best friend, she never admitted to herself until her best friend started dating some mediocre guy. She was low key hurt and honestly jealous. Said mediocre guy and her best friend got married a few years after they graduated high school. Valeria went to the wedding, and while she had convinced herself what they did was just dumb teenage experimentation, she felt very bitter sweet seeing her friend get married to this guy.

Speaking of relationship. Valeria probably dated quite a few guys, but none of them ever made her feel a real type of connection. She also didn’t like a lot of them because didn’t like her taking control, or being so ambitious. (I mentioned Valeria did good in school and was probably the more competitive type; adding onto that she definitely had a passion for politics, and the intricacies off it, I think she wanted to be a politicians, but I bet her mom and brothers kind of just wrote her off about it.) So the men she dated definitely didn’t like how she was so ambitious and dominate both in and outside their relationship and bed. She didn’t take shit from anyone and that included the guys she dated or slept with. if she wanted to be on top or the one in control in bed, and their egos were too fragile for that, she would leave them high dry. Honestly sex with men felt… okay to her. Like she definitely tried to be more submissive and try things they wanted to do… yeah she never finished. Also men’s ego’s and how they viewed her and women were a major deal breaker and turn off, the minuet a guy made misogynistic, comment, that relationship or date ended quick. Honestly for a long time she lied to herself, saying she likes men but just has high standards. Now Maria (Valeria’s actor) said Valeria and Alejandro definitely had something but she also stated she’s not sure if Valeria was in love with Alejandro or she hat plain likes women. Maria also stated the reason why Valeria betrayed the military and became an enforce for La Arana and than became El sin nombre, is because she was treated worse than her male counter parts in the military, so keep that in mind.

Alejandro. Honestly i think Valeria actually did like, or at the very least felt attracted to him. She definitely thought if she was going to date a guy it would be Alejandro. I think both of them had a thing for each other, it was kind of a this weird relationship that was a relationship but also wasn’t confirmed, type of thing. I think what happened was Alejandro seemed like this guy who respected Valeria and her ambitions, and she liked that, she liked how he didn’t mind letting her have control but at some point, Alejandro said or did something, that just reinforced that its really is all men. She wasn’t heartbroken, but she probably felt betrayed in a way. After Alejandro, I think she came to terms that she really just liked women. Her first time with a woman was early on, when she became an enforcer for La Arana. It was this other woman, one of few, and she didn’t really know how to go about asking or telling if she was also into woman. She was honesty and blunt, she straight up just asked the other woman “you into women?” And by Valeria’s surprise. She was and you know what happens from there. She was actually a little nervous to have sex with a woman, just because she never knew how two women did it and because she was coming to terms that she was a lesbian. Valeria’s a quick learner, so she kind of just watched a bunch of porn video’s to get an idea of what to do. After she left her hook ups place, she kind of had like that realization, that she really was attracted to women. Valeria also figured out what it was like to actually enjoy sex. Yeah she got around after that.

Military. Okay so like I stated before, Valeria was probably seen as less than, compared to her male colleagues. But also I think in general throughout her life she was seen as less than her brothers, her class mates, her boyfriends etc… I think she joined the military because it’s a stable job, it makes decent money, but I also think, Valeria thought the military would be about your skills, about your capabilities, she thought it had nothing to do with gender. Oh. Was she wrong. The misogyny, the machismo, the cat calling, the condensation. She tried ignoring it, and just tried to prove herself, but she probably learned pretty quickly, that some guy with half her skill and capabilities would surpass her. The time in the military actually altered her brain chemistry. She was never one for just taking shit from others, and that strengthened and solidified even more. She wasn’t scared to argue or to even get physical with a guy who made a remark. She was probably a little more… idk lenient? With higher commanding officers. But even than sometimes, they’d mansplain or be condescending towards her, she’d just passive aggressively smile at them. Her brothers are in the military and in a way I think, she wanted to prove to her mother she was just as good or better than her brother’s. But when she saw, that a man with half her qualifications were always advance quicker and higher than her, she became an enforcer. Now I’m not an expert on cartels, but cartels have nothing to do if you’re a woman or a man, its about how good at business and how much power you hold. Valeria liked that. She probably became something like a right hand man, or something of higher authority. Now I don’t know what happened for La Arana to essentially fall, but it was probably a mixture of poor business and a lot of paper trails or something. Valeria saw what happened and how it could’ve been prevented. It was most likely already a failing thing, with a mediocre past time. Valeria was steps ahead, she had a plan she ended up convincing most if not all of the enforcers and made a deal with the enforces that were apart of her military unit. She had a plan, she had everything figured out, and she already had people who were helping her build something better. She was smart and and calculating about it all, and that’s why she succeeded. But also I think one thing many look over is her capability to be cruel.

I think some people forget, just how cruel and violent cartels are. And maybe because, we saw Valeria just shoot and get it over with, so it doesn’t really register but… Unfortunately, she probably has done worse, and she needed too. There’s a few big cartels in Mexico, and if she wants to expand and have respect. She has to prove she’s just as unforgiving as them, so you know, interrogations, probably get a lot messier than what we saw with soap. I think to be able to do those things or to give the okay on t0rture, you definitely have to already have some sadistic tendencies. Like you don’t just randomly abandon a piece of your humanity or morals, that is something you have to accept or come to terms with before even acting on or doing. So Valeria probably had known, or come to terms that she could kill without much remorse. She’s not scared to get her hands dirty, and that’s why she has succeeded, that’s why the men who work for her respect and follow her. I think part of her cruelty is this need to prove and show, that she is better than them, and they can’t deny that. Cruelty is a necessity in cartels, and Valeria, understood that, and probably had little to no qualms about that aspect.

Valeria is honestly the epitome of “I support women’s rights and wrongs.”

Tattoos. Okay so Valeria’s tattoo’s actually tell you a lot about out her. Now I didn’t do super in depth research but this what I did find. So one is she believes/follows Santa Muerte. Which for those who don’t know is considered like the grim reaper, or lady of death. Now it’s not an official religion, or religious figure in Mexico, but she is still consider a saint or deity of sorts for those who believe. Santa mureata is kind of controversial, because many cartel members believe in her, and it gives her this kind of dark or cult like vibe. But like most religions, people have used her as a way of justifications of things or symbol for something that is not accordance to the religion. (Now my grandparents immigrated to the US from Sinaloa, and as a kid I would go there, and Sanata Murete is popular there. My family doesn’t believe in it, but I was taught about it and I’m kind of trying to remember so if I get anything wrong apologies.)

So Santa Muerte is not necessarily bad, she represents the acceptance of death, but also to bless you from dying a painful or violent death, wealth, good health, safe delivering to the after life, healing and probably more but I forget. Now while Santa Murete is often celebrated by those who are lgbtq, in sex work, or just had or have/had struggled throughout their life. Valeria might have it because it’s become some what of a symbol among cartels. Valeria has two Santa muerte tattoo’s, both of them have the initials KW on them, but I couldn’t find anything relating to that, so I’m assuming its an initial for name? Valeria also has a rose tattoo, with shackle on it, now, this is actually a popular tattoo among Russian prisoners. It represents someone who was either incarcerated before 18 and can symbolize rising up from oppressive forces or people. The general consensus I could find about the tattoo that it means to basically rise above oppression. She has a snake tattoo with a dagger stabbing it which can represent triumph, bravery, and over coming demons, or obstacles. She also has two scorpion tattoos, now scorpion’s can symbolize many things. In general they are a symbol of strength. Within Mexican and Cuban gangs and cartels, in particular, the tattoo indicates the wearer is a contract killer or enforcer. Valeria tattoo themes surround, overall strengthen, overcoming oppression or obstacles she has faced in her life. She most likely wears the Santa muerte tattoo as a form of worship in a way, but because she has initials combined with it, she might be of done in a memory of someone. Anyways she looks hot.

Alchol, she loves and hates it. Coming from a Hispanic household, and family in general, I have never met a Hispanic who doesn’t drink, unless they’re alcoholics and in recovery. So she probably drinks, but never to the point where she’s drunk. She likes really anything, but rarely drinks hard liquor though. Beer and wine she likes. Oddly loves cheap wine, and liquor but can’t stand cheap beer. She prefers Modelo’s, reminds her of how her dad would let her sip or try a little, when she was a teenager.

NSFW— I for the life of me can not see this woman, being submissive. Maybe she’ll let you top, but she’s in control, honestly will somehow edge you more than herself. Lmao. She gets off on seeing you cry tbh. I think she can be gentle and sweet and loving in bed, but that’s very intimate to her, so I think you’d have to be her lover. If you’re a random hook up, pfffttt… good luck, you‘ll feel sore, everywhere. Honestly into a lot of rough, and kinky things, she a sadist, and isn’t going to lie about it. Will do aftercare though, 100% even if you are some one night stand. She’s kind of quiet when she does aftercare with a hook up, but with her lover, she’s just going to casually, talk to you, about anything as she cleans you up rubs you with lotion.

She smells like vanillin and sandalwood, just naturally.

I think Valeria likes to dress more gender neutral, very, simple but expensive clothes she can replace. She doesn’t flaunt her money or spend it needlessly. She’s good with money in general. She does spend her money but within reason, and quietly. Probably more of an asset and stocks person.

I think her family knows what she does, but it’s not spoken about, they have very mixed feelings about it. Her mom actually showed her some semblance of actual concern for once. Valeria had VERY mixed feelings about that.

NSFW— one day at church (she’s catholic like canonly) Valeria and this one girl kept like looking at each other, you know where you stare at the person until they catch you looking? Yeah that. After mass, and everyone left, Valeria fucked her in the pews. Valeria had to regrets.

Valeria is honestly confused about how she feels about religion, despite practicing it since she was a kid. She believes in god but hates the church, but yet, still very much goes to church and practices Catholicism. She also knows she can’t atone for her sins but in some way it brings her peace and like some semblance of stability. But she also can’t stand the Catholic Church. She honestly doesn’t know how to feel about it, so she kind of just doesn’t think about it anymore.

Now, she doesn’t hate white people, but she definitely has mixed feelings towards them, since they’ll come to vacation in Mexico, or buy a vacation home for cheap, and than the start of gentrification starts. She has a particular mixed feelings towards white Americans, she knows not all of them believe in the whole build a wall and all Mexicans are criminals, thing, but.. she just can’t help but just feel kind of… annoyed? Not saying she wouldn’t have a white partner, but she definitely would want to know your views for sure.

Her opinions on cartels before she became who she was a grey area. Cartels to her are honestly just another way of making money. She knows how many workers are exploited in Mexico and the US, and for what? To take home maybe 200 dollars, if that, after a ten hour work day? To her drugs are honestly a long term business. For centuries, people have used drugs, of some sort. It makes money, and a lot of it. Now most cartels usually give back to the community, whether its simply a tactic or because they genuinely want to give back, they help the community. Now that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have it’s negatives, or consequences, and domino effect. So it was a mixed bag for Valeria, but she believed, a win is win.

Not everyone likes the cartel and she doesn’t blame them, she’s not the type to kill those who speak ill about her. Now wether you cause problems or not is different.

Had a emo phase in middle/high school

Loves painting her nails, and manicures, hates cuticles with a burning passion.

Had a crusty white dog growing, up. It died when she was in her early twenties, and she’s actually never had a dog since.

She was a weird kid growing up, like she was tomboyish but that’s not weird. She just liked being in the dirt by herself for HOURS, digging up worms or random insects.

She confused v@gina and p3nis. Like she thought her brother’s had v@gina’s and she had a p3nis. She thought this like up until she was 12. Lmao.

History nerd. Also watched Naruto, one piece, and sailor moon a lot growing up. Dressed up as Sasuke one year for Halloween.

Selena, Menudo, and Juan Gabriel. We’re her favorite artist to listen to growing up. Had a crush on Selena and Beyoncé.

Valeria is tough, she can take a hit, she can fight. She was in the military, and a cartel boss, she’s seen something’s, and been through something’s. But she swears to god, nothing gives her more trauma or anxiety than those bounce houses. She was fighting for her life at family gatherings and all the parents did were laugh it off. This is just for some reason a universal experience for Hispanic and Latino children, I literally can not tell you why.

Hitched hiked once.

Has a weird fear of deer?

Her dad keeps her graduation picture in his wallet.

At her communion she drank too much wine, and had to swallow her vomit because of how bad it tasted to her. Also she received ten rosaries, three cross necklaces, two pairs of cross earrings and a cross bracelet. She has them all still.

Had a pet hamster, treated him like it was her child. Named him Julio because she got him in July… Julio is July in Spanish. She was a funny kid growing up.

Wants to get married but doesn’t really want kids. If you really want kids, she’d consider, but she also would have to think about giving the cartel over to someone else. She’s honestly wouldn’t want her child involved or even connected to the cartel so she’d probably leave if you guys decided to have children. Also, its a no to pregnancy for her.

She won’t admit it, but she has very low standards when it comes to women. She just likes women. I think she does prefer chubby girls though, and I’m not saying like oh you have a little tummy, no she like big women, she can’t explain it, she just likes ya’ll. But that doesn’t mean she’s not attracted to other body types, she loves all women bodies, she kind of has this artist and muse thing when she sees women’s bodies.

Valeria watches soap operas with her grandma still.

Omfg this was so long??? Lmao I’m so sorry. Also I’m still trying to figure out my theme and how to do everything so forgive me if it looks ugly. Also pleas forgive my grammar, and punctuation mistakes, English is my first language and I am a disappointment to many English teachers across the world. Funny enough English is my best subject and I have a 98 in my class, so I’m just a contradiction. -jelly 🪼

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