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untaemedqueen · 2 years

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The Deal

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 23.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love, Gunshot Wounds

Warnings For This Chapter: Blood, Gunshot, Depressing Thoughts

"Do you want to make any changes to the house?" Yoongi inquires, opening the car door for you.

The whole ride over to the event, he's been incredibly considerate and incredibly sweet.

In some strange way it feels as if you're already married or something.

Although in a way, you guess you are.

"I haven't really thought about it," you breathe, stepping out of the car.

Yoongi wraps his arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple sweetly. "Well if you want to make it more domestic or more your own then you're more than welcome to do so. Just know that everything we do, we pay in cash. So you tell me what you want and I'll get it done for you." he promises.

You're blown away by how much he's changed daily. But it only makes your thoughts and assumptions ring true. All of your ideas that Yoongi was just jaded and child-like because he grew up that way continues to ring true.

Now with the opportunity to grow and lean on someone else -- he's blossoming.

He's becoming the man he always could have been if Sedra hadn't stunted his growth as a person.

"Maybe we can make a garden or something, that'd be wonderful," you suggest.

"You like to garden?" he asks, opening the door for you.

"Never tried it before but it always seemed fun."

"Then we'll get you a garden," he quips, unbuttoning his suit jacket.

The loud jazz music begins to bleed through the event space and you're almost consumed by it in a mere instant.

When heads turn to you, they stare and you're ready to make yourself smaller, ready to get insecure before you remember that large tiger on your chest.

Yoongi taps the underside of your chin, silently reminding you to stay strong and stay above it all.

"They're staring," you hiss through your teeth, bowing to people when they bow first.

"Let them." Yoongi simply replies, kissing your cheek.

He grabs two glasses of champagne, handing you one as people begin to flock over to you.

You haven't ever even met most of these people. You've only ever seen them in passing or in the book you rigorously studied to know who were in the mob families.

"Well," you hear someone exclaim, shoving through the groups of people that surround you. "It seems as if Min Yoongi has found himself a keeper."

The voice belongs to none other than Olive.

She gives you a kiss on either cheek, brandishing a wicked smile.

"Hello Olive," Yoongi drolls, running his thumb over your side soothingly.

"Soraya, come say hi to Yoongi's wife," Olive breathes, staring at your tattoo.

You're sure that she's trying to find a flaw and you're so completely confident in her not being able to find one that you turn your attention to the woman on her right.

She's simply gorgeous with long brunette hair that ends just above her tailbone. She's in a pretty black gown with diamonds scattered on every inch of skin you can see.

"Hi, nice to meet you," she chirps, giving you a kind smile.

Her voice is sweet, not the tiniest bit of sarcasm or wit to be found.

"Soraya, how are you?" your boyfriend smiles, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

You're suddenly reminded of how close Yug used to be with the family and you're not surprised that Yoongi is fond of this seemingly soft woman.

"I'm very happy for you," she squeals to the scarred man and he chuckles in reply.

"Thank you very much. Y/N is amazing."

"Yes, yes. Very well done Yoongi. But I can't help but think… what would Sedra say?" Olive muses, looking down at her nails.

Yoongi clamps a cigar between his teeth, raising an eyebrow at how bold the woman has become in an instant.

You strike a match for him, putting it to his cigar and he winks at you with amusement alight in his mocha irises.

"I think she would be so unamused that she'd have to rely on Jae for all of his drearily witty comments."

Olive's snide smirk falters and she seems displeased by how unaffected the drug lord is by her words.

"Well she couldn't be here tonight because she's giving birth. Any thoughts on that?" the heiress grinds out, looking at the both of you.

Yoongi puffs on his cigar, letting the smoke lazily drift past his lips engulfing her in a shroud of smoke.

"I think that's wonderful. I hope her and Jae have a very healthy baby and I can only hope that Y/N has a healthy baby in the future when we start trying. Now, if you'll excuse us, I promised my old lady some gambling." the scarred man quips, pressing his hand to your lower back and ushering you away from them.

"It was nice to meet you, Soraya! I hope to talk again soon!" you beam, wrapping your arms around Yoongis.

"Me too! So nice to mee-"

"Oh shut up, Soraya!" Olive snaps, stamping her foot.

The evening seems to flow by quickly.

You never thought you'd ever be so invested in gambling games but it's turning out to be very interesting as the night continues.

No matter which table you end up at, whether it's blackjack or Chinese poker -- Yoongi excels at it.

He's the luckiest son of a bitch within these fanciful estate walls.

You've been finding the chocolate fountain and the multitude of pastries being served by waiters to be one of the more incredible parts of the evening.

Even after small verines of wonderfully paired raspberry jellies and chocolate ganaches, it's simmered down to small macarons that accompany the dessert wines quite well.

Yoongi has attended to you so thoroughly throughout the night it's hard to believe that he ever closed off and distant. He showers you with attention, with love, everything grandiose in feeling.

You've sat on his lap throughout the night, accepting narrowed looks from women with smaller tattoos with no gold outline and even smaller diamonds scattered across their declate.

It's funny to think of how absolutely against this you were. You swore from the very beginning that you'd never be comfortable enough with him to end up perching on his lap at any event. And yet, now it's the only place you'd want to be seated.

When the drug lord touches you, he makes his actions very public. He's showing everyone in the room just exactly how important you are to him and to his family. He's showing them who to never mess with or it will be a bloody messy end for all of them.

"Sorry," Yoongi breathes, putting his cards face up on the table.

"No! Min, I'm sick of this! You've won every hand for the past forty minutes!" Yoo Han shouts, tossing his cards onto the table.

Yoo Han, one of the only men in the angel dust business, has been losing his money to your boyfriend for pretty much a good, solid hour.

And he's getting sick of it.

Clearly.

"I'm sorry, Han. That's just how to cookie crumbles. Maybe my old lady is bringing me more luck than I thought she would," Yoongi chirps, angling your face down for a kiss.

You smile into the kiss before hearing your name from behind.

Turning your head, you spot him.

Amidst all the men from your family and his, you can only stare at him.

Yoongi sighs loudly at the sound of his voice, his hand grips your hip and he looks up at you with weary eyes.

"I'll just be a minute. I promise." you whisper, combing your fingers through his black hair.

"I don't like it," he hisses in your ear.

"I have a great big tattoo reminding him who I'm with," you reply, kissing his scar.

He lets go of your hip, nodding his head begrudgingly.

When you stand and turn to Hyunwoo, he stops in his tracks. His eyes narrow at your new tattoo and his jaw becomes taut at the sight.

"You know, I'm thinking that your old lady slid you those cards!"

"Hi," you breathe, approaching him with a small smile.

"H-Hey," your former customer murmurs.

"Don't be so ridiculous, where would she be hiding them!?" you hear Yoongi guffaw.

"Maybe up that little tiger cunt."

"Don't you dare talk about my old lady that way! Who the fuck do you think you're talking to right now?!"

"So you guys are official now," Hyunwoo gawks, drifting his hand over your collarbone.

"Yeah...Yeah we are. Yoongi put everything on the line and so did I," you tell him.

You can tell that he's disappointed, maybe even upset but he tries to mask it with a smile.

"Well… that's good… Is he treating you properly? He was a real asshole last time I saw him." your former date inquires, folding his arms.

"Seems to me like you think you're the king of the castle now that you got hitched! Maybe someone's gotta put you and your little tiger bitch in place!"

"You're walking a fine line here, pal. The next sentence that comes out of your mouth about my woman… I'll rip your jaw off and shove it so far up your ass that your stomach is gonna be doin' the talking for you!"

"He's treating me very well. He's grown in a lot of ways," you promise, smiling to yourself when you think of all the sweet things that your boyfriend has done for you so far.

"Well good I'm glad that you're hap-"

"We're leaving," your boyfriend hisses in your ear, putting his hand on your back.

You look up at him with knit eyebrows and when you open your mouth, the sound of a gunshot echoes through the ballroom.

The screams of terror that emit seem to fade in and out of your ears like some kind of transcendent music.

You find yourself falling weightlessly against your boyfriend and his eyes are wide with fright.

There's more gunfire and screaming that seems to lull you to and from reality.

"Oh baby!" Yoongi screams, falling to his knees with you in his arms.

You don't even register that you've been hurt until you lift your heavy head.

Your gold dress is slowly seeping with red blood and all at once your body screams from the pain.

Yoongi's eyes well with tears and he's screaming so loudly for your brother that your heart stammers. He tears off his suit jacket, pressing it hard to your chest.

"Oh, my baby doll! Oh my fucking God!" he shouts, drifting his blood covered hand over his face.

Time seems to become sluggish at this moment, your vision is starting to double and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears.

"Yoongi," you whisper, raising a hand to his face.

"You're gonna be okay, baby doll. I promise. I fucking promise," he wails loudly, coddling you to his body.

"NOONA!" Jeongguk bellows, falling to his knees beside you.

When you cough, the small dots of blood that fleck your brother's face has him silenced in an instant. Guk begins to shake, eyes glossing over with tears and he presses down on top of Yoongi's hand over your ribs.

Yoongi flags over the medic in attendance, watching as people flee the ballroom in a stampede.

Hyunwoo shuts his eyes, turning away from the scene entirely with the shake of his head.

Yoongi tears your dress away from your chest at the request of the medic and all of the family avert their gaze out of politeness.

"Y-Yoongi," you cry, finally feeling the pain soar through your veins.

"Shhh, I'm right here baby. I'm right here. You're okay. I promise… I fucking promise," he whimpers, pressing his forehead to your temple.

Between gasping for air that seems to be coming in short supply and coughing and sputtering on blood, you're losing reality.

"Baby! You gotta stay with me, sweetheart! Look at me! Baby doll, look at me!" Yoongi begs, tilting your face up to his.

"Her lung is collapsing, I have to-"

Then the world snuck away from you.

Waking up, your throat is so sore and dry that it feels like paper mache that can crack at any second.

It's difficult to feel anything besides the pain that radiates through your chest. It feels as if someone has stuck their hand into a vat of lava and then punched a hole through your lung.

Your eyelids are heavy, almost to the point that they feel like they'll never open again.

But something triumphs all of this in a second.

There's a rhythmic squeezing to your hand, one that feels like a heartbeat and you immediately know it's your man.

You force your eyelids open, squinting at the bright light of the room.

You take in the room for a second, recognizing the movie posters and the model cars on display.

You squeeze his hand back when your voice fails to leave you.

Yoongi, who's been so desperately waiting by your side, springs his head up at your touch.

"Baby doll," he sobs, falling out of the chair beside the bed to his knees.

His face has bruises and cuts and his moustache and beard have grown to an unruly length.

"W-Wate-"

"Shhh, I got you." he says quickly, grabbing the glass pitcher from the bedside table.

You whimper at the pain, letting your eyes flutter shut.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I know it must hurt so badly. I wish I could take this pain away." your boyfriend hisses, lifting your head to help you sip the water.

You have so many questions but it's difficult to string words together.

"The doctor has kept you sedated for two weeks so you wouldn't hurt yourself. You're going to make a full recovery. The bull-The bullet went through your lung but you're going to be fine."

He sounds so dull, so lost like he's been through hell these past two weeks and all you want to do is coddle him to you but your limbs are sore and tired.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I love you so much. Forgive me, please." Yoongi begs, drifting his lips over the back of your hand.

"I love you too."

It's the first sentence you're able to utter and you find it apt for your life at the moment.

Yoongi has done a lot of thinking these past two weeks. He drank more than he ever has even when he was a depressed teen. Just to see you fall… to see you crumble into his arms has scarred him deeper than the cut on his face.

He barely ate.

He barely slept.

He didn't want to shower or do anything that would take him away from your side.

When you were finally stable enough to get into surgery, the waiting, it practically killed him.

He wasn't sure what he would do if you didn't make it.

He didn't know if he could exist anymore without you by his side.

When Jeongguk made him leave your side, he would sit in his office and stare at the golden box with the bullet that brandishes his name.

Yoongi fought through so many thoughts, depressing and enlightening alike.

The drug lord chastised himself for letting you in, he beat himself up over letting you get the tattoo. His heart was so full of love for you that he didn't think twice about you getting it. But while he waited for the surgery to be complete -- he hated himself for putting you in such danger.

When the surgery was finally over after hours and hours of excruciating waiting… he pulled himself together. There was no reason to berate himself for what has already happened -- it wouldn't change anything.

You wouldn't be burning off your tattoo anytime soon. So, he decided to make himself stronger.

It isn't easy, not by any means. With every day you've been sedated, finding hope seemed fewer and far between.

Last week, when your body started to break down due to shock -- so did Yoongi.

He contemplated a life without you, he tried his hardest to forget the smiles you've given him and tried to murder the hope for happiness blossoming in his heart.

He told your brother that there was no point in waiting for you to wake up and your brother beat him back to life. The cuts and bruises on his face are proof of that.

"You need to wake up! She's going to be fine! She's not fucking dying! You put that tattoo on her chest, you swore to protect her and you keep up your fucking end! I don't care if you're my boss! Talk about Y/N like she's already gone again and you'll wish that you were!"

Your brother was right, of course. Yoongi recognized this as his blood stained the grass under his laid out body.

You're not going anywhere.

Neither is he.

"What ha-happened?" you croak, looking down at your bandaged ribs.

To remember such a thing makes your boyfriend shiver. He squeezes your hand tight, drawing it to his cheek.

"Yoo Han was very upset that he was losing and I turned my back for two seconds and he shot you… He is no longer alive to make those dumb decisions again, nor is any of his family."

You swallow thickly, drifting your fingers over the neat, clean gauze pad.

"I-It's hard to breathe," you wheeze, looking up at the drug lord.

"I know, baby… but your lung is recovering very fast. You're going to feel brand new in just a few days," Yoongi promises.

You reach up, touching his unkempt beard and a small smirk etches onto your face.

He presses his hand to yours, keeping it close to his face. "I was so frightened I lost you, Y/N. I can't lose you… I'm nothing without you."

"Well… that's not true," you breathe, watching his eyes flutter shut.

"Yes it is. It's completely true. While you've been asleep all these days… I've felt so empty… So lost. I-I… I just love you so much," he avows, guiding your hand from his face to his heart.

"I'm here. I'm right here," you promise.

"You're my whole world. You've spun my life like a top and I lost my grip on reality without you," he gasps, bending down to kiss your lips softly.

He cringes when he presses his forehead to yours and you stare at the bruises that are turning yellow with the indication that they're healing.

"Who beat you up?" you murmur, drifting your thumb over his swollen cheek.

"Your brother," he quips with a small smile.

"Did you deserve it?" you chirp, grabbing the water with slow movements.

"Oh, yes. Yes, I did." he hisses, burying his face in your neck.

"Well just don't do it again." you chuckle, coursing your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck.

"Never," he assures you.

There will never be a time where he thinks so negatively again.

He's your love, your protector, your man and he'll do everything and anything to keep you safe. The love that he has for you is infinite and everything below that is meaningless.

Absolutely meaningless.

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Four / Irish Coffee

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

W/C: 3k

Warnings: alcohol, language, sexual harassment, physical fighting, Javi is a legend for this chapter/next lmao, reader wears makeup and heels but clothing is otherwise not described

A/N: HI I’m gonna forgo summaries for this series from now on, if anyone has an issue with that pls lmk and we can go back to it, I’m just sick of using like the same summary lmao! Hope you guys like it, idk when chapter 5 will come but somewhat soon!

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Irish coffee: a cocktail consisting of hot coffee, Irish whiskey, and sugar, stirred, and topped with cream. The coffee is drunk through the cream.

Four nights after you first kissed Javier, and now many kisses later, Javier insists he take you to the one place he knows in D.C.: a nice bar in the downtown area. You’d spent the days visiting museums and monuments, giving him a tour of the Georgetown campus too. He’d hum along to the radio in your shitty car while you drove place to place. He surprised you with how much modern music he knew.

If the past four days have been getting to know Javier, privately becoming acquainted with each other’s minds and lips, tonight is some kind of grand exposition. Your brief whirlwind of a romance has been contained to your coffee shop and small restaurants off the beaten path. Javier is a well-connected man; he’s sure to know people downtown. From what he’s explained to you, he’s somewhat of a powerhouse in the DEA. Everyone downtown knows a version of the man, who goes by Agent Peña, but all you know is your Javi, your Javi who kisses you goodnight after buying you cupcakes, who drinks your peppermint mochas like it’s the nectar of the gods.

So, it’s safe to say you’re nervous. If he’s bringing you somewhere where he will know people, which he offhandedly told you, you’re going to be the living legend’s date for the night. As you stare into the mirror, your brow furrows in concentration, drawing a line across your eyelid with a pencil of kohl, your phone rings on the vanity in front of you. It makes you jump and the eye pencil drag upwards across your eyelid- most definitely not where you intended it to go. “Fuck!” you shout in annoyance and toss the pencil down. When you pick up, your voice shows your frustration. “Hello?” You ask sharply.

“Hey, abejita,” a smooth voice answers: who else but Javier.

“Hi, Javi,” you sigh as you press the button, moving the call to the speakerphone. “You made me fuck up my eyeliner.”

“Sorry. Just calling to talk.”

His words make you smile and your ears feel warm as they rush with blood. You aren’t picking him up for another hour. “What, you couldn’t wait that long to talk?” You ask him, biting down on your painted lips with a smile.

“No. I’m bored and I miss you.” It’s true, he thinks to himself. He hasn’t seen you all day. After spending the last three days in nearly 24-hour contact, he misses the sound of your laughter and the way your soft lips feel pressed against his stubbled cheek.

“Well, I suppose it’s been…” you trail off as you calculate, “about 20 hours since I’ve seen you. I”m practically going through withdrawals,” you laugh, and it makes Javier’s chest warm to hear that beautiful sound, even through the tinny receiver of the hotel’s phone. “You know, if you have a cute nickname for me, I need to have something equally cute for you.”

“There’s a difference, abejita,” Javier teases, opening the hotel window to smoke out of. “You’re cute. I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“I am many things, little bee, but I am not cute,” Javier chuckles as he sticks the cigarette between his lips and lights it up.

“Well, I think you are,” you refute in a stubborn tone. “You bought me cupcakes on our first date. That’s cute. You come to my work and bring me treats and kiss me in front of my coworkers. That’s cute too.”

Javier shakes his head. Sure, the things could be classified as cute, he supposes, but they’re not the normal Javier. Sexy, rude, intelligent, any of those words could describe him. He’s a playboy, a heartbreaker, and all in all is, by principle, a lone wolf. Well, he was. He’s been chasing Escobar for years and years… and now he’s dead. Maybe he can allow himself to start anew, and this new beginning has to have you in it.

He takes a slow drag from the cigarette, getting lost in his own thoughts and forgetting to answer. The silence makes you suspicious. “Javi? Did I lose you?”

The words snap him back to reality. “No, I’m here. I’m sorry, I… zoned out there.”

“Good,” you smile as you wipe off the messy eyeliner and apply a new, perfectly winged layer of the dark makeup. “I suppose I’ll just have to see what comes. Nicknames have to be earned, not given. Did you ever have any nicknames when you were little?” You ask as you brush a sparkling powder over your eyes.

Javier thinks for a second, almost to the point where you have to ask again if he’s there. That seems to be Javier’s biggest flaw so far. “No, not really. Sometimes the other kids would call me Peñita. Didn’t like that one,” he chuckles, and you can hear air rush past the microphone as he exhales the smoke into the ever-darkening D.C. sky. “My mom had all kinds of names for me, but they were the things you’d call a little kid.”

You nod, then realize he can’t see you and you need to speak. “That’s cute. Tell me about your parents,” you ask him as you continue to brush various makeup products across your face.

Javier shakes his head. “That’s more of an over-drinks topic, I think.”

“When have you ever held back information from me?” You scoff lightly, as if you’ve known him a thousand years. It hits you as you say it, the whirlwind this entire thing has been. You’ve known Javier for five days, and he’s already everything to you. And he’s going back to Colombia in 3 weeks. It makes your heart sink in your chest, and anxiety creeps in, the realization that he might not be falling as quickly as you are. Maybe it’s time to pull back a little, you tell yourself. He won’t be here long.

“Ha,” he says dryly and takes another drag from his cigarette. “Well, I’m ready when you are, if you want to come get me a little earlier.”

His emotionless tone makes you panic. You wonder if you just went somewhere you shouldn’t have by asking about his parents, if you’ve just crossed some line you didn’t know existed. You desperately want to ask him, to reassure yourself and get rid of the worry slowly collecting in your gut, but you don’t. You can’t. You shouldn’t. “I’m still getting ready,” you tell him, and it’s truthful. “I’ll be there at 7, like we said. Is that alright?” you ask.

Javier blows a breath of smoke into the night, the cloud of smoke mingling with the heat puff of his breath. “Sounds good to me. I’ll leave you alone to get ready,” he tells you with a small smile.

“Alright. I’ll see you then. You’re wearing something nice, right?” You clarify one last time.

“Whatever you wear will be beautiful on you. Don’t worry about it.” Javier, ever the king of flattery, looks down and appraises his own outfit. “But yes, I’m wearing something nice.”

You smile at the reassurance, looking down at the swirling colors of your makeup palette. “Well, thank you. I’ll see you in a bit.” -

You have to say you’re surprised at the level of refinement of the hotel. You’d expected the DEA would’ve put Javier at some shitty little hotel, but it’s surprisingly nice. You remember a few days ago, the sheer terror masked behind a stoic face, but you chuckle as you consider that this famed agent had very few context clue skills. This hotel is nice, a couple of stars at least. Why would they put him here if they were firing him?

Javier stubs out his cigarette in an ashtray when he sees your car approaching, straightening his sport coat. You hold back a grin as he walks over, but the fighting ends when you see him smile as he opens the door and slides in.

“Hi,” you beam at him, and he leans across the center console, stealing a kiss.

“Hey.” He sneaks one more kiss, one that lasts a little longer and dares to use a bit of tongue. He only breaks away when you do with a laugh.

“My foot is on the brake right now; be careful but kiss me one more time,” you ask of him with a grin, and he happily complies, cupping your face and kissing you. When he breaks away, your eyes open slowly and you can’t hold in your happiness. “Alright, now we’re going. You’ll have to guide me,” you tell him, and he nods.

“Sure. You’re just going to go out of here and onto that street to the right,” he says and points the way for you.

Your car follows the path, nodding along to Javier’s instructions. “Jesus, that’s a fancy place. How much does that hotel cost a night?” You marvel as you stare at the gorgeous building in your rearview mirror.

Javier shrugs. “I’m about to find out. They’re only paying for a few nights for me, then I’m on my own. I’m guessing it isn’t cheap,” he chuckles as he looks over his shoulder. “Or I might switch hotels. Don’t know yet.”

Frowning, you take a turn he’d earlier instructed you to follow. The hotel fades from sight, the dark blue of the December night filling your rearview instead. “Well, I know of a place you could stay for way cheaper.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, adjusting in his seat to face toward you more. “What is that, pretty thing?” He asks, a hand resting on your thigh.

“Stop,” you giggle and rest one hand atop of his. His fingers are much larger than yours, a fact that makes you shudder as his fingertips find bare skin there. “Pretty thing? That’s weak,” you tease, and Javier just rolls his eyes. “I was going to say you could stay with me, but now I’m not sure,” you say teasingly, eyes locked on the road and most certainly off of Javier.

His brow furrows. “Well, I can pay you then.”

You shake your head. “Javi. We’re dating… aren’t we?” You ask, the hesitancy creeping into your voice. Now that you say it aloud, you’re not entirely sure that you are. “I mean, I don’t know, I just kind of thought,” you stumble over your speech, word-vomiting out whatever you can to backtrack.

The man next to you tilts his head, but he nods. “I… I haven’t dated anyone in a long time,” he admits, his fingers starting to slowly grip your thigh rather than rest atop it. “Is this what dating is like to you?”

You nod too, knowing he’s watching you, staring down at the steering wheel. “I… yeah?”

A small smile cracks on his face, making the mustache there twitch softly. “Then I guess I’d say we’re dating. But that doesn’t matter, I don’t want to live in your place rent-free for three weeks.”

“It’s an extended vacation,” you chuckle and bring your hand back to the steering wheel to have two hands for a turn. “Don’t worry about it. I’d like having you around. We’ve already been together nonstop for a couple of days. What’s a little more?” You ask as you look over at him, seeing his eyes soften and his forehead relax from its tightened state. “And besides, any hotel is going to be painfully expensive right now. D.C. during the holidays makes the hotel rates skyrocket.”

He nods as you speak, processing the idea. “Well, do you have a guest room? I don’t want to invade your space, I can sleep on the couch if you don’t, or I can stay in a hotel.”

“Javier,” you chuckle, putting your own hand on his thigh to reassure him. “We’re not moving in together permanently. You’ll stay with me until you need to go back to Colombia, and that’s that.” Your mind has been made up. He can’t argue it, and he knows it from the firmness in your grip on his leg, in the way your body goes rigid as if the words are some formal deal that requires a handshake.

“How do you know I’m not some serial killer who does exactly this to lure you to your death?” Javier asks dryly as he looks over at you, lifting a hand to trace the side of your face slowly.

“Because you’re Javier Peña. Your name was in the newspaper next to Steve’s. You work for the DEA.”

“Some of the guys I work with could definitely be serial killers, that doesn’t discount anything,” Javier grumbles, which makes you laugh and makes him even grumpier.

“The fact that you said that to me in the first place is my proof, Javi,” you chuckle and pat his thigh softly. “I’m an excellent judge of character. I just graduated from 7 straight years of studying psychology. Remember that?” Javier’s quiet and you know you’ve won. “Then tonight we’ll get your stuff after dinner and get you settled in my place. How does that sound?”

He’s quiet again, studying your face and the way your cheeks move with your lips, the way your brows rise and fall when he’s being ridiculous. He’s just as trained as you are, with 10+ years on you to prove his competence. You like him. You might even love him already, he thinks to himself. Your pretty lips purse at his silence and he finally cracks. “That sounds great, abejita.” Javier leans across the console to kiss your cheek, which makes you shiver softly, like any touch from the man does. “Thank you.”

“Thank me by buying me some drinks, huh?” You tease, turning back to focus on the road.

The bar was nice. Really nice, you learned as you walked in. It projected the essence of Javier to you; naturally, you loved it from the moment you looked around. The room had a low ceiling and wood paneling around the walls, a floor that your short heels clacked upon as you walked to the only open stools- well, only one stool, you realized as you walked. Javier walked behind you, a hand on the small of your back, admiring your legs in the outfit you wore.

When you finally found the available spot, where you’re now sipping a drink, you’d found that there was only one stool.

“Do you want to go sit in the restaurant?” You asked Javier as you nodded with your head to the side of the establishment with tables and booths.

He shook his head and pulled out the stool. “You sit. I’ll stand.”

“Javi-”

“Just sit, abejita. I’ve been sitting all day. I can handle a little standing,” he chuckles and kisses your head, gesturing to the stool. When you sit, he smiles down at you and wraps his arms around you loosely from behind. You lean back against his strong chest.

Over the past few days, you and Javier have made infrequent contact, a hug in greeting or in goodbye and plenty of shared kisses. This, however, speaks directly to your touch-starved soul, the way his body practically encompasses you. He orders himself a whiskey and the drink you’d ordered on the first night you met him for you, then continues to stand there.

You crane your head around to look at him, smiling. “I love this place already,” you say, admiring the way you can hear over the hum of the other patrons and the quiet music playing. You’re much more accustomed to places your friends would drag you, where it was more for the cheap drinks than the atmosphere.

The crow’s feet by his eyes are more pronounced as he smiles at you, but he looks even younger as his lips curve up softly. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Shit, is that Peña?” A loud voice calls from somewhere else in the building, and Javier turns, his face falling flat then smiling as he sees the voice behind it.

“Be right back,” he murmurs and presses a kiss into the top of your head.

It’s someone he recognizes, that’s for sure, as the man and Javier wrap their arms around each other and firmly pat the other’s back. “No shit! When did you get back to D.C., man?” The other guy asks. “Escobar just died and they’re already sending you back?”

The bartender delivers your drink, and you turn your back to Javier, thanking them and sipping at your liquor. Over your shoulder, you can hear the man and Javier talk shop, about Colombia and their days as DEA trainees, about Escobar’s recent death and Javi’s recent promotion. You glance over your shoulder at him, smiling as he easily talks with the group. You’ve not had the privilege of seeing Javier with his friends- or what seem to be his friends- yet, and he seems fairly social but humble. You appreciate that.

The talking goes on for a while, and you sip at your drink and look around the bar, appreciating the wood that makes a nice noise as your fingernails tap against it rhythmically.

When your drink is about half-drained, the bartender sets another in front of you. It’s different from what you were drinking, a fluorescent neon color surely made by a mix of ridiculously fruity liqueurs. You look at the bartender with confusion and they nod to a man at the end of the bar. He’s not looking at you, which makes it all the easier to stare at the drink in confusion and disgust rather than drink it. His tie is absolutely egregious, boldly patterned in bright colors. There’s not an ounce of taste about this man.

The drink goes untouched, sitting in front of you as you study it. There seems to be layers, maybe, or maybe the mixed alcohols just congealed awkwardly. You sip your drink and then Javier’s whiskey, refusing to drink whatever fucking concotion sits in front of you.

Five or ten more minutes pass of Javier talking with his friends. You don’t mind- you know the feeling of catching up with people you haven’t seen in a long time. In that time, the drink remains untouched, and you ask the bartender for a refill of your go-to drink.

Not long after the second one arrives, you feel a hand on the curve of your back. You turn, hoping it’s Javier, and instead find it to be the man at the end of the bar who ordered you the drink: Tie Guy. Panic sets in immediately and you arch your back to dodge the hand, which only follows your spine. “Hey. Thought you’d like this drink. You tried it yet?” The man asks, voice clearly showing that he knows you haven’t.

“No,” you say with a swallow, turning away from him. “Not exactly my style.”

“I thought it was such a pretty drink for such a pretty thing.”

Pretty thing. When Javier called you that earlier, even though the name wasn’t one you liked, it was at least endearing. To hear it again, dripping with sleaze and ill intentions, you shiver and push it further away. “I’m sorry, sir, it’s not my type of drink. My boyfriend will be right back, and-” you try, hating the defense you try to pull.

“He drinks whiskey,” Tie Guy says and gestures to Javier’s ¾ full glass. “No fun. Boring. Too manly, pretentious. Real men can drink something fun like these and not need to worry about someone thinking they don’t have a set of balls,” he says and his fingers trace the rim of the martini glass the concoction sits in. Now you’re definitely not drinking it, now that he’s touched it.

“Please, I’m not interested,” you try, turning around to face the man that towers over your seated body. “I’d appreciate it if-”

“Hey,” a familiar voice- thank fuck, it’s Javier- calls from behind you. “Excuse me,” he says and pushes Tie Guy out of the way, his arm wrapping around you. It’s a relief, a grip meant entirely for comfort and not for the coercion the man across from you had tried. You melt into it instantly. “She said to back the fuck off, or could you not fucking tell?” He hisses at the man. Javier pulls away from you, stepping towards the man who instinctively steps back.

“Whiskey drinker,” the man snorts and rolls his eyes. “So manly, so over the top. Gotta let everyone know that you’re the alpha, the dominant male, huh?” He asks, getting in Javier’s face. He’s taller than your Javier, but lankier. The fact that Javier could take him crosses your mind, though you hope desperately that it doesn’t come to that.

“What I drink doesn’t fucking matter,” Javier says and shoves his chest. “What matters is that you’re fucking harassing my girlfriend. Back the fuck off,” he says and turns from the man, back to you, his hand on your upper arm. “You okay?” he asks quietly, and you respond with a nod and a forced, close-lipped smile.

“Yep, go ahead, go back to your little prude,” the man laughs drunkenly, his voice full of vitriol. “Oh, no, I bet she loves to act all shy, but then she’s a kinky little thing in bed, isn’t she?” He asks, taunting Javier. “Ties your ass up and whips you, with that sass. I wonder if she-”

The sentence isn’t finished. Javier’s fist flies through the air and connects with the man’s face, followed by a loud, ringing thud as the taller body hits the floor.

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

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For the BTHB, maybe friendly fire with hero x villain making a team together but somehow hero just go confused and stabs villain?

If you are uncomfortable, please ignore it! Be safe <3

Circle for completed, heart for requested

Thank you for the ask! I am comfortable with everything other than rape/sex things (being on a farm makes you see some very icky things). But thanks anyways!

This is an example of not doing the multiple parts because 1.) it is an event and 2.) the ask was anonymous.

Umbrakinesis

@badthingshappenbingo

Warnings: stab wound, unconsciousness, breaking in, major character death, family feud, attempted murder, grief, crying

*not edited*

Hero sat at the cafe, idly sipping at her hot mocha and watched as the costumers walked in and out. She didn't exactly pay attention to them for she was looking for someone with more notable features.

"Hey Hero." The person she was waiting for slid into the seat ahead of her.

"Villain," Hero nodded her head and took a long sip. Villain waited, his piercing hazel gaze glowering.

"Are you done?" Villain asked after a while. Hero smiled and swallowed.

"Yup," she replied, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"This is serious Hero," Villain groaned. "Supervillain has taken over half the city and is stopping my operations."

"Sounds like a problem for you to smooth out," Hero replied. "Not me."

"If Supervillain over powers me, the whole city is in peril."

Hero was silent for a moment, thinking of Villain's words. He was right- Villain might be ruthlessly cruel, but Supervillain was devilishly evil. To him, killing was a hobby, whereas Villain thought of it more as protection.

Not that Hero agreed with Villain's actions or sympathized with his reasons, but if she had the choice to choose between them, it would be Villain.

"Okay why do you need my help?" Hero pushed aside her drink.

"The power that flows through your veins is pure energy, not diluted or an off-brand. It is indestructible and unattainable. Between my ability to travel through the shadows and you, we can kill Supervillain in his sleep."

Hero scrunched her forehead. She knew that Villain wanted Supervillain off the streets, but not dead, and based on the distant look on Villain's face, it seemed that he wasn't entirely certain either.

"You sure about this?" Hero asked softly. Villain's eyes seemed to snap back into the present.

"Yeah," he said, pushing himself out of the wooden cafe seat. "Meet you tonight at the park."

《~~》

Hero found Villain leaning against the swings after ten minutes of walking around, searching.

"You could've told me when are where exactly," Hero pointed out in a joking manner. Villain looked at her and half-smiled.

"Should've, you're right. Look, the plan is to turn off the power to Supervillain's base. We need to get onto the room and shoot it down with your energy. That'll shut off all the electricity and open the doors also known as the Emergency Blackout Initiative. It's a safety hazard. Then, we knock out a couple henchman and change into their uniforms. We put the guards in a dumpster then galvanize it. Your powers should be able to melt the polyethylene. Should be, you'll have to get them up to 230 degrees. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, but give me some Mountain Dew afterwards."

"Check," Villain said, patting his backpack. "I know your preferences. Okay, next we are to need to get to the top floor. There are sensors throughout to record our molecular data and DNA, so we'll have to move fast. I can't take you through the shadows- you could get sick and that would be worse than getting shot by a taser. The doors to Supervillain's bedroom are fingerprint operative, but I met with Supervillain the other day to exchange surveillance data- apparently there was a breach in one of his laboratories. Anyways, I collected his fingerprints so we are good to go. Then, we..."

Villain's voice trailed off. Hero stepped forward a foot, confused. Villain seemed to be suffering from some sort of mental breakdown.

"Then we kill him. He has umbrakinesis which is sort of like mine, but he manipulates shadow. He can, and will, conjure an illusion. I will harness that energy and you, with your power, will use me as a reflector."

"Won't you die?" Hero asked. Villain shook his head, a real smile dawning on his lips, as he tapped his chest.

"I'm wearing an absorbing vest to dull your powers the second they hit me," Villain replied.

"I thought you said mine couldn't be obtained?"

"They can't be, but they can be absorbed and used. It's really their only fatal flaw."

"That's the same thing," Hero crossed her arms, eyes twinking, but Villain didn't seem to be in the mood for light teasings.

He just shrugged and adjusted his backpack.

(Skipping the break in so it won't get too long)

"Okay," Villain said as he ran the piece of tape over the small, black box. It illuminated into a neon green, showing the crevices and swirls of the scanned fingerprint, before disappearing with the lock clicked.

Of course Supervillain's room wouldn't be unlocked during the Emergency Blackout Initiative. Just had to make things so much harder.

The pair stepped into the clinical room, weapons raised. Hero held a dagger while Villain was equipped with an electric gun.

The supervillain was slumbering on his bed, snoring softly, with his whole body splayed out. He looked so comfortable that Hero felt like it was illegal to wake him.

"Okay, maybe if he doesn't awake we can just-" Hero made an extravagant gesture with her hands that awkwardly symbolized a gorey kill.

Villain shrugged and holstered his gun, walking up to the sleeping figure.

It wasn't until Hero saw them side by side that she saw it.

The exact same, brown hair with the same tanned complexion. Slightly crooked nose and wide, bushy eyebrows.

They were twins.

Villain knelt next to Supervillain and ran his hand over his sibling's ear. "Hey bud," he whispered, voice thick with emotion. "I hope you realize that I am only doing this for the city's sake; not that I hate you. Oh boy, I don't hate you, I love you. I love you so much!" Villain broke down into sobs, cradling his twins head.

"Villain?" Supervillain asked blearily, trying to pull away. "What are you-"

"Hero now. Do it now, please," Villain begged.

Like she was in a dream, Hero drifted over to the bedside. Supervillain's hazel eyes darted to her.

"What's going on? What's, what's..." Then he saw the glint of metal, the dagger in Hero's hand. "No, no, no... Villain what are you doing?" He thrashed in his twin's hold, gasping for breath.

"I'm sorry," Villain cried, pressing his lips to Supervillain's head. "So sorry."

Hero dove in, but where Supervillain's body was, there was just the mattress.

Suddenly she was hit back, flying in the air until she met with a hard wall. Groaning, she laid there stunned. When the spinning was vanquished, she saw that Villain was in the same predicament.

"Are you okay?" Hero asked. Villain nodded, but he made no effort to stand.

A shimmering figure appeared beside her and Hero lunged for it, but only swiped at thin air. It then appeared at her other side, so she tried again.

She tried until she was leaning against the wall, dizzy and out of breath.

"He's making an illusion," Villain muttered, rubbing his eyes. He looked so tired and so sad that Hero just wanted to poof them both out of there.

But that wouldn't help the situation, or the direness of Supervillain's ruling and power.

"Can't you do what we discussed?" Hero asked.

"Yeah," Villain replied, slowly standing up. He then waited, pupils darting about, until suddenly he reached forward and grabbed something seemingly invisible.

Another figure then appeared next to Villain. A woman, mid-aged leaning towards elderly, stood by him, caressing his cheek.

"My dear, dear son," she spoke, voice soothingly hypnotizing. "What are you are doing dear? You know better than to play with your brother's powers."

Villain's hazel eyes seemed to cloud and he swayed. "M-mom?" He croaked, leaning heavily against the wall.

"Yes, it's me dear. Give me back those shadows." The woman extended an unnaturally smooth hand, not lidden with garbles and veins that an older lady would have.

Villain held out his hands, then snapped out of it at the last second. But the woman smacked Villain's head so hard that it snapped back and smashed into the wall behind him. He fell into an unconscious heap.

The woman's body shimmered until it was out of existence and Supervillain stepped out from a door-like portal. Out of the shadows, Hero realized, stepping back into a corner.

"Oh dear brother," Supervillain crouched down and grabbes Villain's limp head. "It's not you who should be sorry, it's me." Supervillain wrapped his hands around Villain's throat and squeezed.

Hero's heart started pumping rapidly. No, he was going to kill Villain. She stepped out of the corner, dagger raised. Slowly, she stalked towards Supervillain...

"Whatcha doing?" Supervillain asked, halting his murder, and turning to look at Hero. Villain's body drew in a large exhale.

"Killing you," she said, but before she had a chance to land the killing blow, the pair vanished.

Then reappeared behind her.

Then in front.

Then above.

"Stop that," Hero growled, swinging aimlessly.

Suddenly, the vaporizing ceased and ended with one of the villains slamming the other against the wall.

Before they could do their trick again, Hero dove the dagger into the front one's side.

The villain turned slowly around, limbs trembling in shock, as he shakily brushed his fingers over the dagger.

"What, what." The villain fell to his knees, tears building in his eyes.

Hero felt the blood drained from her face and she too, knelt down to be face to face with him. "Villain," she breathed, fingers dancing over the hilt.

Villain swayed, so Hero wrapped him in a hug, mouth open in a soundless sob. She stole a glance at Supervillain who was staring at the scene in shock, clutching his fingers and pulling them nervously.

"Mm Hero," Villain groaned, head involuntarily falling into the crease of her neck.

"I got you buddy, I got you," she rubbed his back soothingly even though she could feel his body slipping.

Supervillain's chin trembled as he tried to hold back a cry. Soon it became too much and he thrusted his head into his hands. "I don't want him to die. I don't want him to die."

Hero ran her hand through Villain's hair. He sniffled, pulling himself into Hero with his last bout of strength.

Hero sobbed as he fell limp in her grasp. The wound was too big and positioned perfectly to hit an artery- it was a blow made her killing.

"No!'" Supervillain cried, running forward abd grabbing his brother's body. "No, no, no, no, no."

He squeezed Villain, grabbed his hand, but nothing revived him. The supervillain sobbed wildly, screamed even, until he slowly picked up his head.

"You killed him," Supervillain growled, lunging forward to attack Hero. She reacted quickly, sending Supervillain off with a bolt of energy. He landed on the ground motionless other than a few sporadic twitching from the current of electricity. Tears were drying on his cheeks.

Hero looked from the unconscious brother to the dead one. She would have to bury Villain, in a meadow, and Supervillain... he needed help.

#bad things happen bingo #supervillain whumpee #hero whumpee #villain whumpee #stab wound #friendly fire #heros and villains #tw death #character death #hero caretaker #maybe?

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groovygladiatorsheep · 1 year

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Masterpost part 7 !

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ Ship children UTMV -

Violette X!Gaster x Ink /2nd gen

Owl Nim x Swap /2nd gen

Merripen Geno x Reaper x Life /2nd gen

Ester Gin x Ink /2nd gen

Fantasm Lust x Dream /2nd gen

Fable Reaper x Ink /2nd gen - Taken

Anpao Cross x Dream /2nd gen - Taken

Shiro-Mea Reaper x Nightmare /2nd gen - Taken

Valley Lavender x Dream /2nd gen

Chai Classic x Ccino /2nd gen - 13 - Taken

Sam Flaw x Mocha /3rd gen - Taken

Chernīka Cherry x Parasomnia /3rd gen

Chelan Cherry x Parasomnia /3rd gen

Rosinca Pearl x Zelda /3rd gen - Taken

Roselyn Midnight x Cheree /3rd gen - Taken

Ismäel Blueprint x Azariel /3rd gen

Hanna Origami x Vermilion /3rd gen - 15 - Taken

Heresy Sophism x Prisma /3rd gen - Taken

Lorelei Azariel x Icoa /3rd gen - Taken

Rebel Design x Stärke /3rd gen - Taken

Aventurine Ritter x Sage /3rd gen - Taken

Oscar Orfeo x Bullet /3rd gen - Taken

Sunstone Aventurine x Oscar /4th gen - Taken

Sagenite Agate x Aquila /4th gen

Kochab Agate x Aquila /4th gen

Vanilla Mimas x Rosetta /4th gen - Taken

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ Ship children FNF -

HoneyB. Gf x Bf - 20 - Taken

Robyn Bf x Pico - 19 - Taken

Neilari Bf x Gf x Pico - 17

Dusky Ruv x Sarvente - 17 - Taken

Goji Whitty x Ruv - 21 - Taken

Moesha Whitty x Carol - 13 - Taken

Ayala Gf x Senpai - 16 - Taken

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ Ocs || Wings Of Fire -

Crescendo || Sea/Night wing || - Taken

Pollen || Sand/Sky wing || - Taken

Grêlon || Ice/Sky wing || - Taken

• Marygold || Ice/Sky/Rain wing ||

Gwyn || IceWing ||

Orchid || Sea/Silk wing || - Taken

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ Ship Kids || Wings Of Fire -

Pomelo - Moon x Kinkajou || Night/Rain ||

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅

Fable x Forsythia(FellSci by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Anpao x Horlo

Shiro-Mea x Mustard(FellClassic by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Chai x Erāgimi(FreshError by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Sam x Julio(ArkKarmak by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Rosinca x Tear(MokuSlash by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Roselyn x Canary(PhoebeOmen by @/oatsyterandco )

Hanna x Flogli(BluescreenStrel by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Heresy x Atopsë(NeonPacifico by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Lorelei x Rebel

Aventurine x Udavis(CometPlum by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Oscar x Deathblow(GothStärke by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Sunstone x Sêlênite(HeresyAtopsë by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

HoneyB. x Goji

Robyn x Dawnee/Dawny(RuvSarv by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Dusky x Pumpkinco(GfPico by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Moesha x Kawachan(SenpaiGf by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Ayala x Casey(WhittyCarol by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Crescendo x Pollen

Grêlon x Tangerine(RainWing by @/quinndelightful )

Orchid x Saguaro

#Masterpost #part 7 #ocs #ship child #fanchild

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jayssillycreativitybox · 2 years

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Flaw 📂?

Shes Lesbian! Her beloveds name is Mocha<] (CcinoKiller kiddo)

Works at the Hospipal with other scientists!

Moody at times anger issues but is getting better at controlling it!^^

Most of the time does surgeries shes good at concentrating and is organised so yeah

Has a matching coin bracelet with Mocha!

Likes to have cuddles with her beloved^^

Protective Partner if something happens to Mocha.Flaw is gonna kill everyone—

#flaw #fell x sci #sci x fell #mocha x flaw #flaw x mocha #hehe #ask #character asks #:DD

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jays-ask-blog-time · 2 years

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🖊 Dispo ?

Wears a golden coin as a lucky charm

Has a bubblegum with her 24/7

NOT AFRAID TO USE THE BAT

Rather sweet if you know her well!

Has a book of desert recipes she cooks for Whisper and Kamiru (whisper belongs to @oatsyterandco and kamiru belongs to @groovygladiatorsheep)

Likes cuddles alot:”D

Can make a comeback for any argument and occasion-

#answering asks #answer questions^^#hehe #Dispo #disproportionate #mocha x flaw #WrongOrder!#friend!:DD #CORAL SJBSJS

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blackdahlia-parker · 5 years

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What you reading love?

Part 2- Tom Holland x female reader

Summary: you were meant to be studying for an exam that you had the next day, but instead of returning home so your boyfriend could help you, you decide to head to the library and got too interested in a particular book. What happens when Tom catches you flustered while thinking about him in a public library?

Warnings!: Smut! 👀 throughout, dirty talk Please don’t read if you are uncomfortable.

Please Read part 1 if you haven’t already 🙃 someone asked for a part 2 so here it is-

“But Why did you say you hated my teasing love?… If you didn't like it then why were you a moaning mess hmm?” “Ahhhaa T-Tom” was all you could reply . Flip— he’d caught you good you thought, as he continued to move his finger, slipping in and out, in and out at an extremely pleasurable pace. Just then a woman walked past as he went deeper on purpose as he saw her. He was really putting you at risk now. “Ahhhaa—cheeky shit!” You screeched, as you attempted to push the both of you further into the hidden corner of the shelves, gasping for air. Removing himself from within you, he laughed quietly as he forced his middle finger into your mouth and got you to suck on it, ravishing it like a dummy. You made yet another filthy noise, but you just can’t help it. God you were embarrassing yourself.

“Shhh darling!, you just can’t keep your mouth shut around me can you? Why’s that then hmm?” You couldn’t really speak probably with his rough finger in your mouth. Muffled, but you tried at least; “n-no reason babyyy” you looked up at his face and just melted into his mocha eyes. There were crinkles around them as he grinned. “oh yeah I’m sure it’s for no reason” he sarcastically replied winking. Why did you have to be looking at those damn eyes as he did that? You were just drawn to them....they were like a whirlpool. Drawing things to the very centre. Ending in dangerous results. Dangerous but good mmmm. “I can tell how much you like me now Y/N. I mean it’s pretty evident now isn't it? Now, slurp you filthy wet mess off my finger. There’s a good girl.”

“hmmmhhh hmmmhhhh hmmmhhhh.’’ You tried to shut your mouth but failed, so you just did as your boy told you to. You teased him, getting a small lick of his finger before quickly removing your mouth from around it and then going back to suck it hard and then grabbing his hand to shove it in and out. Leaving your saliva on his now wet finger that your tongue swirled around slowly in attempt to turn I’m on. And you had succeeded in doing that for sure.

You were still lost in his deep eyes, watching as they turned from looking like day time, to the pitch black night sky. They looked mysterious and it excited you to not know what he was gonna do next. He then removed his finger when he was satisfied that you'd cleaned it enough. He’d felt his stomach twist at the explicit sight of you sucking his swear finger hard, twirling your tongue around it while not once taking your eyes from his. “God y/n, if there’s something you need to do, you make sure you do it properly don’t you? I bet the teachers at college love you because you suchhh a good little girl aren’t you love? ” your knees shook at the comment. You could listen to his voice all day and wouldn’t get bored. You loved being praised. He knew it too so he did it purposely all the time, being the big tease that he is.

Leaving you standing by the shelf, he went and grabbed the book again. The one you were reading earlier. As he studied the book, he tried to find some of the most erotic pages and you studied him. Your eyes stuck to his face. He turned you on so much and made you soak all the was through your underwear when you saw his focused face. He has a bit of a wonky nose from breaking it a couple of times, but nevertheless it was shaped really nice. His small lips looked larger than usual, as he licked them until red and puffy while he read. You bit your lower lip at this and you could've sworn it nearly bleed. “Oww” you silently gasped, while bringing your finger up to touch it. You stared at his long, curly brown locks that draped down his forehead on his concentrated face. Your head taking you to the most sinful of thoughts, as you imagined his head among your thighs, hair tickling them and sending tingling shivers to your pussy, while he would lick up every drop, and look up to you with those damn eyes. ‘Shit’ you thought.

You came back to reality and pushed the naughty thoughts away, while you focused on his little freckles which was very pretty and hopefully didn't have a chance of sending you back into a dirty daze. The flaws and details on his face were immensely beautiful, but there was one thing that was more….. Your body attempted to keep you from looking but it failed miserably as your eyes said differently, they wanted to be blessed. Your eyes slowly went down from his face, passed his upper body and down to his lower, catching sight of the outline of his big fat cock—

Just as he found the page, he looked at you. You were guilty as sin. Your jaw dropped as you tried to think of a misunderstanding. He'd caught you good and proper. What you thought of was rubbish; “I’m so sorry T-Tom, I know what it looks like b-but….ummm…..i wasn't looking at y-you” He shook his head and laughed as he ran his tongue over his lip, “Nuh u uhh darling, I don't want your excuses.” He wasn't normally this confident but he forced himself to be, purely for his girl’s fun. Your whole body shook. “Don’t worry, you wont have to wait for much longer for my cock darling, in fact I have the page i wanted right here’’ and with that, he pointed to it. Page 289. Sh!t.

For some reason you remembered specifically what was on that page, and you began dripping again. “T-Tommm…” you quivered, “are we really gonna do what it says in the b-book h-here?” As much as it excited you, you had a slight frightful look in your eyes. You were in p-public. “Yes my dear….Do you comply to any of this?” he questions. “N-no not really… I guess I can’t complain” You were a stuttering mess…and what the hell did you just agree to??!!

You didn't bother checking what time it was, at least you both were hidden, but god help if he does you good. You were still stood up. He decided that it was best if You kept your ruffle skirt on and just slide down your underwear. But even that was enough. You’ll never be ready for what was to come…

He read from the book; “Thomas roughly swirled his finger around her clit. She was soaking, which proved to him how much of a naughty girl she was. This wasn’t allowed. Not without his permission” he did as the book mentioned, he reached up and grazed around your clit a little at first. So light that at one point it hit a spot and tickled. You jaulted , wrapping your arms around his thick neck and turned rouge. “Ohh hheehe” you gasped while giggling. But then he smirked and began to rub pastily and abrasively up and down the area. You looked down to where his fingers were and nearly came at the sight of how good he was handling you. “Ahhaaa Tomm—Oh uuuu—Such a good husba— boyfriend, yeah boyfriend.” I mean you secretly wanted to marry him. He felt so pleased with himself. He was making you forget reality , making you think he was your husband. all that was on your mind was how good he was pleasuring you...in public. Where the hell did he learn to move his fingers like that? “T-Tom ahaaa, Oh my goddd baby!” Now it was his turn to say “shhh”. You then whisper yelled at him, as he continued to rub around the most pleasurable spot in the whole of your body; “What do you—Ahaa— Ohhaa—What do you expect—ahhaa T-Tommy?!.”

You sounded like an uneducated child trying to form your sentences (except with the moaning…) He then chuckled mischievously and came to a sudden stop. Your mind couldn’t figure out why. He was on the ground…what the he—Then it hit you like a ton of bricks, as he licked a stripe all the way up the inside folds of your pussy. You gulped as he swallowed your wetness all the way down his throat, in one massive gulp. “Tommyyyyyyy!!!!” You really began to whine now. He got up from the ground. You was fuming. You raged; “what the heck??!! that’s all i get is one lick??, please stop teasing me Tommmm.’’ “Haha, patience baby, or I’ll just leave right now. Leave you here on your own to sort your own mess out. It that what you want darling hmm?” You certainly did not want that. “No!” You replied hastily (just in case he did leave you). He chuckled darkly; “I thought as much love. Now behave!” He snapped. And with that he spread his hand wide and slapped your ass cheek firmly, causing you to Yelp as a trickle of wetness ran down your thigh from your dripping core. And to top it all once he’d done that, he moved his hand and brought it back and slapped down onto your pussy this time it felt so good and stung just a right tiny amount, making your clit tingle as he then rubbed his whole palm over it in a traumatically slow motion. You were flooding. He tutted as he felt such wetness. “Ahh-haaa mmmm p-pleaseee” You rocked yourself on his hand uncontrollably. Tom shook his head and licked across his bottom lip at what you were currently doing and then spoke, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. Lips ghosting your ear. “My little SLuT!”. He then blew on your ear. It was short and simple but sent shivers right down the side of your face. And with that he gave quick grab to your pussy, pinching it into his hand. You whimpered, eyes falling backwards. You didn’t know how much longer you could stand this.

“Now where were we?…. Page 289…’’ he stated, as he began to recite the book’s words again….

“Thomas laid his girl gently to the ground as he got down beside her.” “ooofff, you heard it, lay down dear” he said breathily and smirked as he put his palm flush to your heaving chest and slowly lowered you down while he grabbed on to support you. You were now eyeing him from down on the library’s floor. You cannot believe you are doing this, stomach fluttering as you started to get a little excited at the thrill of it all. He continued to read… “He pulled his jeans off while he put on a seductive show for her.” Tom did as the book said, as he pulled his jeans off traumatisingly slow and he seductively rolled his hips in a grinding motion. You saw his dick move with his body through his pants and gulped, eyeing it with strong lust for him in your eyes. You hadn't expected it, but as soon as his jeans were off, he yanked his underwear off quicker than she she thought was possible, but in a very sexy manner. Being the seducing God that he is.

OH MY GOD! It wasn't only you that was dripping…He was too. You stared at it. Long, red and tip releasing sex juice. “Mmmhhmm, yum” you accidentally said a little too loud for your liking. He stared at you intensely, not saying a word at your reaction to him. Instead he just shook his head , tutted and his pupils dilated until they were almost black.

He wanted to devour you. His gaze made you scorch. “Quit looking at me like that , or I’m going to cum before you even shove it in me!” He growled at your words, “Is that so darling?, am I that flippin’ delicious?” You just nodded in response. He was incredibly satisfied with himself for this. But just then, he lost all of his smiles as he instantly thought of something vital. “Oh sh!t Y/N!.....we don’t have a condom do we?” Your eyes widened a large amount as the boy reminded you. Tom was ultimately quite sad as he was getting excited all that time and for nothing to come of it. “Well.....actually.....” you spoke....embarrassed and anxious to speak.....”I actually have ......a cond— well you know....one of them handy in my b-bag” You blushed furiously. “Ahh do you now?”, your boyfriend questioned amusingly “are condoms a thing you keep handy in your bag on a regular basis?” He questioned again....expecting your answer to be ‘no’ but instead it was this; “well.....this is quite embarrassing....but um—yes Tom, yes they are.....I don’t really know.....I’ve just wanted to do this for so long, I’ve wanted you to do at least something to me again for ages....and I guess they really did come in handy” you smiled a cute, innocent toothy smile......but not for long.....

A fire lit in Tom’s stomach. He was ‘in’ as they’d say. “Aww that’s really cute Y/N......but just you wait.....the noises you’ll make darling won’t be so adorable sounds.....and they’ll be all for me.....isn’t that right, my little princess?” He winked. You could’ve collapsed to your death. What an embarrassing end that would have been. You can see it as headlines now; ‘cause;- her boyfriend turning her on too much, too frequently’. You internally laughed at the thought but decided to play back, “wanna bet?” ......”oh yes please baby” he smirked “it’s on!, I bet you’ll be moaning like a wild animal” he then lowered his voice into more of a whisper.....”trust me , you’ll be jelly by the time I’m done with you darling.” Something was telling you that he would be right. You were wobbling already. ‘Pathetic’ you told yourself, as you gave one of your knees a smack, attempting to stop the wobbling , unsuccessfully. You huffed.

Before he proceeded to look at the book, he approached Your bag that was right beside the by the shelf and found a condom in the side pocket. Oh god, one of many....you had a stash...you wanted it bad. His eyes went big at this, as he returned to you and the book’s not so religious words;

“After Thomas has his underwear off, his errection was in full sight and he was oh- so relieved that his ‘penis was free as his balls escaped the tightness of his boxers too.” Tom held in a laugh at the word ‘penis’ but couldn’t hold it any longer, his cheeks burst and mouth flying open with a cute, toothy laugh while he had his moment. He knew it was a little childish but he just couldn’t help it. The classical way that bit of the book was written was hilarious to him. Looking down at the page again, he processed the words to speak “He could feel the cum inside of them , desperate to pour out with sexual desire. The air hit his throbbing cock as it grew hard. He got to the ground, where he knelt down in front of her centre, with her whole body flush to the floor.” You both blushed furiously at this. If you weren’t eager before, then you were now. You just loved the thought of all that liquid within him “mmmm”

Tom stopped and spoke to Y/N in real life; “Red Hot is it love?” you just groaned as Tom said this and he continued looking at the book, reading to himself before speaking to you again. “ohhh this is kinky darlingggg, what he does next. I mean it’s normally the girl that .......you know........but if that’s what want, then I’ll do it....only for you ...How do you want it pumpkin?” Your eyes water, you wanted to feel him so badly and intensly. Your feeling for him were immense. His were too. You spoke; “Like the book T-Tom pppleaseee!!” You began to whimper like a helpless animal trapped in a cage. He grinned, “Alrighty then love” and then chuckled as he spoke the cringy words of a famous song.... “I’m gonna take my horse to the old town road, I’m gonna ride ‘til I can’t no more...”. “Oh my god Tom” ,You gushed but laughed at how he killed the mood. But it certainly didn’t stay that way for long.....

“The man reached for her legs and pushed them slightly back towards her head. Legs in air, ass on show as he brought his length pointing directly downwards , leaned over her , practically sitting on top of her,his red cock plunging into her sopping centre.” Tom wasn’t sure if this position where he rode the girl, possibly even sitting on her was even possible, it might not have even existed but it apparently did in the book so regardless, he went for it.....good.

Pushing your legs back,he set the book aside and he got over you in a leaning but practically in a sitting position and pushed, sinking in deeply until he couldn’t see himself anymore when he looked down.Your tight pussy took every inch. “Good girl” he praised you.

“Ohhh Tom , T-Tom feels a-amazing. Ohhhh please moveeee, — take it out a-and s-slam it back innnn.” You choked on your rather long sentence. (You’d rather be choked by him though;) ), as you moaned and moaned. Tom found this so flipping sexy, but had to block your pretty, filthy little mouth. He put a hand in front of it as you continued your muffled begs for him to move. He begins to bounce up and down at a purposely aggravating slow pace. You groaned at the speed he was going, wanting him to thrust into you with all his might.....harder and faster becauseyou was a naughty girl and that’s how you liked it. “Oh god Y/N, young so tight, it can barely fit in.....and .....uhhhhh—wettt....do I really make you feel that gooooddd baby?, ohhh— listen to the sound of my cock as it pounds you. Our skin s-slapping togetherrrr......sss—sounds like heaven doesn’t it darlinggggg?” There was a pause as he gave you a chance to take the sound in.....you getting extremely week in the knees, and then; “Do you love my thick cock- b-baby?” He said in between pulling in and out. “Do you?.... D-describe— it— to— me, Ahhhaaa.” He moaned. Your whole body shook .....you absolutely loved hearing a boy moaning, especially your boyfriend. You were so glad he wasn’t embarrassed to just let it all out and be as vocal as he needed to be <3. His voice reached a peak at the end as it went more into a high pitched whimper. Oh my God Y/N though, that was so hot and endearing. you thought his helpless, submissiveness was swoon worthy.

You struggled to hold back from making sinful noises but somehow managed, and you cheekily lied to him about what she thought of his massive dick. She silently laughed before speaking; “No Tom, I don’t like your stupid cock. I-its t-tiny and under—undersized and your so bad at s-sex!” He stopped moving for a minute and pulled out, you immediately wanted him back. He began to actually worry that that’s what she actually thought. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. He wandered In Your eyes for an answer. Then you burst out laughing at his reaction. “Ohhh you nasty girl” Tom said, “you got me thinking there for a moment. Now look who’s killed the mood? ....and it was a sexy one at that!” He shook his head playfully waiting for your reply. “I’m sorry Tom. I really liked your fat cock in me actually. It felt really good babyyyy” she faked a little moan to wind him up. Tom squinted his eyes at you with fake anger for this, but felt proud. But you needed him back in you now!!! You spoke to him again; “Tom, i need your cock inside me n-now!” you begged. “my what?” he asked…..as if he hadn't heard you in the first place. Right then you thought. You decided to joke again at him for that. “Your tiny, little, undersized,….microscopic—Ow!’’ he touched your pussy and spoke,“Oh, is that area sensitive? I apologise.” Tom gave an evil smile, “you were saying?”

You rolled her eyes at his touch and shifted; “I need your huuuge cock inside me Tom!!!” Tom nodded, “that’s right baby, that’s better.” Tom chuckled darkly as he slammed back down into you harder than he ever has before.

“Tommm, *slap* oh this *slap* t-took a dramatic t—turn, *slap* Ohhaa my Godddd!!! *slap*W-what happened to y-you? So r-rough *slap*T-tommy, uuuuu— Y-your so goodddd!!” He slapped your ass with each powerful thrust. It was stinging.He groaned in reply to your moaning all because of him….all him… “What do you think * made * m-mee like this darling? Hmmm?” He questioned,while you looked up and saw the most un-holy sight of him bouncing up and down and in and out of your tightness at the speed of light. Another kink of yours was him questioning you with the words ‘hmm?’...you don’t know why it just made you soak continuously. You replied to him “I - I don't p-particularly know what made you like this Tommm” You could barely breathe. “Darling ohh Darlinggg— of-of c-course you- you do. UhhUUu. You really upset daddy by what you said earlier, so n-now your paying for it….You asked to be done better, so that’s what I'm going to do, my P-Princess.”

Those words were nearly all it took…you were sure that you were about to spill and drip down all over his cum filled ballsss, but you forced your body to hold it all in. There was so much inside you right now, and you could tell that his cum was piping hot by the temperature of his balls as they whacked against your groin. You thought of the words ‘Daddy’ coming from your boyfriends mouth. Who knew he could talk so dirtayyy.

He read the words of the book for one final time; “Thomas went in, and I mean in. Hard and deep as she gasped for air. A hitch in her throat. He finally moved one hand from her hip. where it had once resided for some time and brought his own fingers to his mouth, as he licked one, brought it to her nipple, wetting it and blew.” You as shuddering like jelly beneath Tom, as you knew that this was coming next. Your boy began to lick his thumb and then lifted your t-shirt slightly. You had no bra underneath. His lips curled up at the religious-free sight as he brought his wet finger to your nipple, removed it, still bouncing and slamming into her, leaning close and blew on her breast’s damp nipple. You jolted,

And kicked your legs further up in the air at the tingling sensation, when the cold air hit your soaking nipple. Oooff. You loved this so much. You wanted more. You wanted to be his slut. You was enjoying it a little too much if you ask me. As you kicked you nearly caused Tom to fall off of you ; but gladly he hadn't or he would have gone tumbling into that bookshelf….someone would have surely caught you both for sure then…phheww!

But the thrill of it was purely amazing. You yanked at his long curls while he was resting inside you as your pussy flooded; “mmm Ahhhaa yesss”, a wet liquid just continuously ran and poured out of it. Pulling your t-shirt down, Tom pulled out of you. His hand now deciding to go elsewhere. But before he could move, you quickly grabbed his fat cock and tossed his back down on Top of you (but not inside) , and you forced him to grind on you like he did to that umbrella during his lip sync battle- him grinding on that umbrella was so F-ing arousing. Shit. He wiggled his cock and his ravishingly radiant ass, as you lay on the floor getting the best of views. God you wanted him to grind on you hard. That ass had a scrumptious shape. Plump and rounded. ooff and the sight of him when he wore tight trousers that clung to it was to die for. You heaved, heaved and heaved as he sped up and he growled like a possessive bear, not wanting anyone else to hear moan but him. Nobody else deserved to. But that was impossible. You were just so loud. He was just grinding but that was enough. His ass and cock banged your skin harshly but then came to a stop as you reached out and grasped it, tugging it towards your mouth. You wanted to taste his flesh. Mouth wide open, But as he realised before it even reached your mouth, he slapped your hand causing you to let go of his dick. You felt miserable. “NO!’’ he said harshly, Yanking his massive length away from you...

A/n- thank you so much for reading part 1 and this, I really appreciate it.

Part 3 anyone? 😂💓

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #spiderman far from home #marvel fanfiction #spiderman homecoming #tom holland imagines

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hilllsnholland · 5 years

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Something There

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Wc: 2.2k

Warnings: none? Lots of fluff

Summary: You and Tom were just friends. Strictly platonic. Until there was something there that wasn’t there before.

A/N: Yeah...this is what happens after watching Beauty and the Beast and Gossip Girl. So enjoy. I might make a Disney series if this does well.

The smell of coffee was inescapable. You had three carriers of mixed lattes and mochas in your arms, trying to be very careful to not trip and fall on your face in front of very important people. When you decided to join the film industry, you never thought it would include this much driving around for pompous assholes and getting their dry cleaning. But you were content with your pay and the people you met on set. Today you were working on an unnamed Marvel film, which was exciting because you were a big fan of the franchise, but being Marvel you were told nothing. Not who was going to be on set, not what scenes were being filmed, nothing. You were going in blind.

Literally. You could not see where you were going as you focused on not spilling drinks everywhere. You had to make it to one of the other PA’s to hand over the drinks, which on paper was easy but now that you had to watch out for wires on the ground and people walking past you, it was not an easy task. You were doing fine until your foot caught on a thick cord, taking away your balance and causing everything to go into slow motion. For a brief second, you thought you were going to the laughing stock of the whole production. You tried to regain balance and catch the coffees but your body went stiff. Suddenly, it all stopped. You were pulled up front and another arm grabbed the coffees that were teetering over. You sighed in relief and turned to your savior.

“Hey, you alright there?” Your eyes locked onto Tom Holland’s.

“Now I am. Thanks for that.” You say with a blush creeping to your face. “If I dropped those it would have come out of paycheck for sure.”

Tom laughed and grabbed two of the carriers from your hand and smiled at you. You had always heard about him being a gentleman from interviews or memes online, but you couldn’t believe. No person could go through becoming a celebrity and not have an ego the size of a house. But there he was, helping you carry coffee carriers like a hero he was.

“Thanks, you don’t have to though. I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do.” You say sheepishly.

“No, I’ve got time. I’m Tom by the way,” He stops for a second and laughs. “You probably knew that. Sorry, I’m an idiot.”

“You’re fine. I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

That is where your friendship began. You and Tom would talk almost every day at work. You were hired to be a long term assistant on the project and the two of you became really close because of it. It started off with small talk on breaks then going out to lunch when you had a chance, and then finally a constant schedule of going out together or with other friends. You two were as close as friends could be, and maybe that’s why everyone teases you about each other.

“Your boyfriend’s looking for you,” Harrison said as he walked past you on the set. You scoffed and kept walking.

“Not my boyfriend!”

You only saw him as a friend. You two were just close because you had similar interests and you got along great. There was no reason why they would think there would be anything more than that between the two of you. The two of you spent the most time together because you had the time too, not because of anything infatuation. You were beginning to think your friends were crazy, there was nothing there. No way.

You went looking for him though because Harrison made it seem that Tom needed you quickly. You went to his trailer, knocking on the door and waiting for him. You could hear him inside fumbling around and he said something you could not quite understand. Soon though, he opened the door and instantly started rambling about something.

“Y/N! Thank god you’re here. I need your help…”

You followed Tom into the trailer to listen to his question but your mind was clouded. There he was, standing in only his boxers like it was no big deal. Of course, it’s no big deal, but at the same time, it was quite a big, big deal. Your eyes scanned his toned body, biting your lip when he flexed his arms as he ranted on about something about clothes? Something you don’t know, you were too busy trying to find a single flaw on his body. Not one though.

“So what do you think?” He asks and you snap from his abs to his eyes.

“Uh, red. You look really nice in red.” You say, unknowing what he had just said but hopeful that it would suffice.

“You’re a genius love. What would I do without you?” He laughs and wraps you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head.

Your body instantly tightens, feeling butterflies in your stomach once his skin touches yours. You return the hug and laugh awkwardly back at him. Usually, you would make some remark but you were stunned. Never before were you a lost for words with him. But now, there was something there. Something there that wasn’t there before and you could not figure it out.

“Hey, you still coming over to Harrison’s tonight?” His voice was soft and it made your knees buckle.

“Of course! Do you want me to bring something over?”

You watched Tom throw on some jeans and rummage for a shirt in the mess of a trailer. Your eyes locked on his back muscles as he leaned over. He turned to you with that stupid grin of his and pulled a fitted red shirt over his upper half.

“Only your cute self.”

Shit.

You paced outside Harrison’s apartment for about a minute, trying to gain the courage to knock on the door. Today, somehow you were turned into a puddle of mush from seeing your friend in his underwear. It was like a movie trope come to life. You spent all day trying to talk yourself out of it, blaming it on the lack of sex you’ve been having. Blaming it on the lights in the trailer that accentuated his toned body. It was to no avail though, your mind was wrapped around your best friend and how he made your body light up like a fire.

You snapped yourself out of it and knocked on the door. Harrison opened it with a smug smile. You began to think if you saw Harrison in his underwear would the same thing happen. Probably not though. It was Tom, and you had no idea why. It was like something clicked in your brain what you saw him like that.

“Tom, your girlfriend is here!”

You pushed at Harrison’s chest and walked into the apartment and saw Tom sitting on the couch. He was turned around and looking at you with puppy dog eyes, instant melting of your heart.

“Hello love, are you up for watching a movie?” Tom had an action movie queued up and ready but he was waiting for your approval.

You nodded your head and took a seat on the opposite end of the couch from Tom. Usually, you two sat very close but you could not control your thoughts tonight. Harrison placed himself between the two of you and began watching the movie. Your eyes switched periodically from the film to Tom, who was engrossed by the action scenes and exploding cars so he did not notice. Neither did Harrison thankfully, you didn’t want to hear about it for the next month on how you were giving Tom ‘sex eyes’.

Halfway through the movie, you became bored. Normally you loved watching the mind-numbing violence and stupid plots of movies like this, but you were not in the right headspace for this. You laid back against the couch and turned your head to the boys but this time Tom caught your eyes. He was looking at you with a blissful half smile, his hair was pushed up creating a mess of curls that sat on his head like a nest. You giggled softly, earning Harrison’s attention.

“You think it’s funny that a bear ripped his arm off?” Harrison motioned to the movie and the scene.

The three of you laughed. Tom’s laugh was infectious and created another storm of butterflies in your stomach. You hated having these childish feelings, but it felt different. Your eyes met Tom’s and the feeling erupted again. There was something there that you never saw before. You were so engrossed by looking at Tom that you didn’t notice Harrison start to get up.

“I’m gonna take a shower. You two keep your clothes on.” You rolled your eyes while Tom slapped him on the back.

Harrison left and an odd silence fell over the two of you. This was strange because it seemed like you two couldn’t go five seconds without speaking. Tom was staring at you from the other side of the couch while your eyes focused on the movie.

“Why are you sitting so far away?” Tom asked.

You gave him a shrug then felt an instant shift in the couch. Tom had pulled himself closer to you but he was not directly next to you on the couch. There was still about a foot between the two of you. You leaned your head on the back of the couch and looked back to Tom.

“Does it bother you?”

“No, you just always sit next to me. No offense to Harrison but you smell a lot nicer than he does.”

You closed your eyes and laughed at his stupidity. You wanted to make a joke about how weird that he smells you when you are watching a movie but you just look back at him.

“Good thing Harrison is taking a shower then.”

“Yeah, it’s great.”

Tom shuffled another inch closer, head leaning on the back of the couch mirroring your position. The closer he got the more of a fire you felt on your skin. Your eyes locked on his lips, so pink and kissable.

“How’s the movie going?” You ask. Your eyes were unmoving.

“The one we’re watching? Boring. The one I’m in? Good. It’s good.” He starts and moves another inch. “It’s great having someone like you on set.”

There were still nine or ten inches between the two of you but you could smell his cologne and almost feel the heat that radiated off of him. You looked down at the couch and played with the fabric of the blanket that laid across your bottom half.

“What makes me so special?”

The two of you moved another inch towards each other. Eight inches of space between the two of you. Tom was staring straight at you when you looked up from the blanket, his eyes were soft as they met yours. His hands were nervously fumbling with the pillow in his hand.

“You’re funny. You help me with my lines. You always save me a muffin when you deliver food to the crew. You’re great.”

A layer of red covered both of your faces. You placed a hand on the back of the couch as you moved closer to Tom. Now, less than six inches away from him and you wanted to be closer. Tom glided closer, his hand meeting yours on the back of the couch, both of your heads leaning on the back also. Eyes were locked as you bit harder on your bottom lip.

“That’s all?” You spoke softly nudging your head closer to him. Another inch closer to each other.

“No, no,” He starts and mimics your actions, creating a smaller gap.

Your faces are barely two inches away from each other. You could feel his breath against your skin. His hand wraps around yours behind the couch which causes your body to heat up.

“No, there’s something there…”

“That wasn’t there before?” He laughs.

“Exactly.”

His voice was soft, almost breathless as he leaned over. Both of you were still leaned on the back of the couch, nudging your heads closer until your lips met. His free hand left the pillow on his lap and cupped the side of your face. His lips felt like silk against yours, moving in perfect sync that made the butterflies disappear and in their place was your heart beating a million miles a second. Although your body was hot and racing, your mind was at peace. Clarity washed over you as his lips were the only thing you wanted to think about. This was right. Tom pulled away, brushing his thumb across your lips.

“Wow.” Is all you could say.

“Yeah, wow is right.” Tom kisses your nose. “I really like you, Y/N. Like a lot. Could I take you out sometime?”

“Yes, a million times yes.”

Tom chuckled as he kissed you again. You still had no idea what that something was, but it was there in those kisses. It filtered through your body with every touch and lingering stare. Your heartbeat quickened with every second you spent with Tom. Whatever it was, you were happy it was there. The two of you pulled away, eyes locked on each other with the love-stricken smiles etched into your faces.

“Finally!” Neither of you noticed that Harrison entered the room. “I thought I was hallucinating that you guys had something.”

You smiled at Tom, then looked to Harrison with the goofy grin still on your face.

“Yeah Haz, there’s definitely something there.”

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Markus x Leader!Reader

Summary: You are the leader of another major group fighting for android rights in Detroit. You had plans on how to go about a revolution until the leader of Jericho, Markus, shatters any plan you had by sticking his face on Stratford Tower’s news network. Now you would like a word with the famed deviant leader.

Characters: Markus, North, Reader

Warnings: Death

Words: 4 300 {approx.}

How did everything fall into your hands the way that it did? How did you become a reputable leader of an android refugee group? It boggled your mind as you sat in your small room in the abandoned factory, it used to be a closet, with your head in your hands. There were dozens of abandoned factories all across America. With the unemployment rate so low traditional factories like this one were left to rot. Androids replaced humans in many ways when it came to the workforce. They didn’t require food, water, sleep – they were perfect. The best part was that large companies could purchase androids and not have to pay them a salary to perform their job.

Your father, a fairly rich and arrogant man, had a very poor outlook of androids. He was a cruel man and treated androids worse than trash. Several things happened in your life that you wished could be erased that all led up to you abruptly running away. Of course, your father noticed your absence almost immediately the next morning. For a few months you laid low and kept out of the more populated areas of Detroit. The attention around your mysterious and sudden disappearance ceased as soon as that PL600 android held a little girl hostage at the edge of a skyscraper.

It was eerie how different you were from your father. Perhaps you got your more empathetic soft side from your mother? You never really knew her; she died when you were four in a boating accident when she went on vacation with some of her peers. You would remember how your father would speak of her after a few glasses of whiskey, “Your mother always thought that these things were alive y’know? I believe she was going nuts.” Your mother had a special place made just for her in your heart. Maybe once upon a time your father was a kind, chivalrous, empathetic man before your mother died. It was a belief you clung onto even this very day.

Somehow you ended up creating this refuge for androids and humans alike. There were still plenty of people who felt for the beings constructed of wires and biocomponents. Not everyone resented androids. Your group didn’t really have a name; people just knew this was a safe place. You were pulled from your thoughts when there was a loud knock at the door of your closet sized room. A sigh escaped your lips as you stood and opened the door to reveal Sara, a close friend of yours who just so happened to be an android. She was a PM700 android with short dark hair, hazel eyes, and mocha skin.

Ever since you first met her she has been constantly changing and carving out her own personality with every decision she makes. It was fascinating to watch someone you care for find out who they want to be and what they like and don’t like. “There’s been some talk around the city; our birds have been hearing whispers about Jericho’s next move in the revolution.” She said quietly, turning her head to see if anyone else was around. The ‘birds’ were actually a group of androids and humans you sent out to recruit, gain information and save those in dire situations. Ever since this ‘Markus’ individual caused an uproar after hacking into a news feed running out of Stratford Tower tensions have been high.

More and more androids were stumbling their way into the abandoned factory either lost, injured, or both. Jericho wasn’t the only group in Detroit fighting for android freedom. You knew of other groups that were significantly smaller when compared to your own group and Jericho. You also knew of people helping androids outside of the city, helping them across the border. The difference between your group and Jericho was that you had humans, like yourself, that wanted to help. They sought your group out themselves and volunteered in exchange for shelter and food. This factory wasn’t much but it was home to many androids and humans.

A good chunk of humans here were runaways like you. You weren’t exactly young anymore and were in fact an adult but that still didn’t stop your father from originally sending out search parties and broadcasts. After all, you were his heir and his only child; for you to suddenly act out and disappear like this certainly made him look bad to his inner circle of rich snobs. You wanted better for yourself and you knew your mother would be proud to see what you were doing if she was here now. “What do we know about Markus?” you asked as the two of you walked down a dim corridor.

“You would have to ask James. I’m not allowed access to encrypted Cyberlife servers but with the amount of time he spends on his computers I am almost positive he’ll have an answer.” Sara said rolling her eyes.

The two of you entered the main area of the mostly gutted factory. It was bustling with humans and androids trying to get a task done or figure out what to do with themselves. Up above there were suspended walkways that led to the main smaller building located in the middle of the factory. That smaller building within the building used to be a security terminal but was now used as both James’ room and the meeting area where you would discuss plans of action and how to deal with the slow increase of people. The two of you approached the old security terminal and pushed open the rusted doorway.

There was a small staircase that led upstairs to the main area of the operation. The steps squeaked in protest underneath your weight as you jogged up and into the larger room. There were windows lining the front wall that overlooked the gutted factory, large round table in the middle, a desk with a complex computer set up against the opposite wall of the windows, and a small makeshift bed pushed in the far left corner of the room. James was seated in front of the computer terminal, figure hunched over and face illuminated a soft blue light from the screen. He was a human, a very trustworthy one at that.

Everyone here had their fair shares of a dark and gloomy past and just like James, they weren’t all willing to share it. What you knew about him was that his name was James Porter and he was astonishingly good with computers and technology in general. He was a definite computer whiz and even set up his own algorithm to source out any material in the media about androids and the revolution. It was smart and he kept you updated on an hourly basis on the public’s opinion and law enforcement activities. “Do all you humans sit on your computer terminals all day?” Sara mused poking the young man in the back of the head.

“Nope,” he leaned back in his chair, “just me because I’m smart.” He grinned.

“Logically what you just said is flawed.” Sara said taking a seat on the edge of his desk with her arms folded over her chest.

“Isn’t everything what I say flawed?” he winked.

These two fancied each other and it was so blatantly obvious to everyone else around them. Sara and James, however, even with their brilliant minds were still so oblivious to the fact. “Have you found any information on Markus? Sara says she can’t access encrypted Cyberlife servers and I want to know –” James glided over in his chair and pressed his finger against your lips promptly shushing you.

“It’s actually funny that you mention that because the restricted Cyberlife servers are going crazy. They don’t know what Markus is and that makes Cyberlife just as nervous as Law Enforcement which can be interpreted as a good or bad thing, your choice.” He answered with his hands now behind his head.

So Cyberlife doesn’t know what model Markus is or where he came from? You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to feel happy or worried about that. The one thing you and your group used to your advantage was information. It was easy to do anything as long as you had the right information regarding said thing. Your face suddenly flushed red, I mean you weren’t going to do anything with Markus but you needed information to determine what to do if he does something terrible and – goodness gracious you needed to get your mind out of the gutter. Jericho started this revolution with Markus at the forefront and all you wanted was for it to go peacefully.

As soon as he threatened to use violence you’d have to take him down. You were fighting for the freedom of androids but if he had violent tendencies then you and your group would have to do something about that. Bloodshed was not the answer, it never was. Of course, you knew where Jericho was. A few of your birds have received the key from other androids to get there. Jericho was the name of a rusty old boat docked at one of Detroit’s abandoned shipping docks. It was smart but if they were to get raided they were ultimately painting themselves into a corner. The only way out would be through the main entrance to the docks but those would be blocked if Law Enforcement were there.

You knew for a fact that Jericho was very wary of humans whereas your group showed androids that there were humans that wanted to help and that not every human was terrible. Of course, you weren’t an android and you wouldn’t know what the people of Jericho would do to you if you just waltzed inside of their hideout. “Do we know where they’ll head next? They’ve already hit Stratford Tower so they would want to do something bigger for the next statement they make.” You said pacing back and forth. Being the leader of a rebellion was stressful.

“Yeah actually.” James said as he glided in his chair back to his computer.

His fingers glided across the glowing board that was projected out in front of him by the main monitor. In under a minute he had pulled up several different files, audio clips, and images. “I hope you don’t mind but I sent a bird into Jericho to see if we could gain more intel.” He said with a sheepish smile. Usually you would have swiped him in the back of his head for being so careless until you heard the audio clip. It was Markus’s voice and he and a few others were murmuring about a planned attack on several Cyberlife stores in the city. “James, do you know where Markus is going? Do you know which store he’ll hit?” you asked.

This was an urgent matter now. The last thing you wanted was for Jericho’s raid on the stores to turn violent. “Um...Capitol Park.” He answered, as soon as he did you left the room. Sara lingered for a moment longer giving the human a thankful smile before following you out. So Markus was going to the Cyberlife store located in Capitol Park? People gave you a nod or a smile as you walked past them and you tried your best to give one back as you hurried to your closet of a bedroom. “Hey slow down!” Sara yelled running up to you as she matched your quick pace.

“Sorry, I just need to get some air.” You muttered exiting the building.

Sara took the hint to leave you alone and watched as you pulled the tarp off of one of the old school motorbikes and climbed on. The engine revved and that familiar smell of gasoline invaded your nostrils as you sped off down the empty road. You needed some time to yourself to think. The air was frosty as it whipped against your face as you navigated the streets of Detroit. A few heads turned when the nostalgic sound of a rumbling engine of a motorbike as you weaved through the self-driving vehicles of the street. Gas fueled vehicles were discontinued less than a decade ago and instead replaced by electric self-driving cars and trucks.

You had a few hours to kill before they would need you back at the factory and if anything you had an earpiece in which was a direct line to either James or Sara. You shook your head at the thought of your friends and laughed. If anything were to happen while you were gone your friends could get a hold of you in an instant. The hours past as you raced up and down the streets of Detroit on your bike. When you arrived back to the old factory you were bombarded by several people both human and android. They were all talking over each other and you couldn’t make out a word they were saying.

Finally, Sara pushed through the small crowd and grabbed your hand. Her hazel eyes were glossed over by worrisome tears as she led you away from the crowd. “Sara, what happened?” You asked slowly as she pulled you to the side. People around you were murmuring and sticking close to one another. “Some android came in with two kids, brought their friend with them, a YK500 model. They, they aren’t going to make it.” She whispered letting her eyes close to try and keep her tears at bay. Screw everyone who thought androids weren’t alive. Without another thought you ran towards the makeshift medical bay to where you presumed the YK500 android was.

As you pushed past the white sheets hanging from the ceiling which corned off the area you realized how quiet it was. No one uttered a word as you walked towards the children in the corner of the room. One was human and the other one, the girl covered in blue blood with her stomach ripped open, they were sitting on a bundle of blankets and old clothes. You approached slowly with your hand out and kneeled in front of them. A hand squeezed your shoulder and you looked up at the man standing above you, he frowned. “Shut down is imminent.” He whispered. You drew in a breath and looked back at the kids.

These were children. The colour of their blood and the difference between their creation didn’t mean anything, they were kids all the same. “Please help my friend.” The little boy pleaded with tears running down his cheeks. How could something like this happen? “What’s her name?” you asked quietly.

“Harriet.” He sniffled.

“What happened to Harriet?” you asked.

“We were at the park playing and these big scary kids came up to us and started pushing her around. I tried to stop them but one of the boys pushed me on the ground and then they started hurting her!” he cried out.

You felt an invisible hand tighten around your heart. Your gaze moved down to the little girl he was cradling in his lap. The kids were about the same height but he was doing his best to keep her close. You could see just by the way he held her how much his android friend meant. Adults didn’t realize that to children it didn’t matter if you were human or android. The girl, Harriet, began to cry loudly. She became absolutely hysterical. The YK500’s were designed to act as if they were an actual human child. There was no difference between the boy and her besides her different body and lack of need to eat, sleep, etc.

In the end she was the same as any child. She was a kid unsure of what was happening and fearing what she doesn’t know. Her friend began to wail louder as well. They were scared out of their minds and you had no doubt that the boy would be scarred for life. He only looked to be about nine or ten, he wasn’t very old. You reached out and rested the palm of your hand against the androids forehead. For a split second her eyes flickered over to meet your gaze and then she went still. The boy wasn’t stupid and he knew what had just happened to his friend.

You cursed internally and stood up leaving the room. This gave you all the more reason to want to meet Markus. You had to make sure that you two were on the same page. Planning started immediately. If he was going out tonight then you were going to meet him and speak your mind. This madness, brutality, it needed to stop.

Hours went by.

James encouraged that you bring some people with you as backup in case things went awry. The only backup you needed was Sara. There were several small groups from Jericho littered around Detroit raiding Cyberlife stores. James made sure to get you the information you needed and Sara was making sure you would both get out alive. The two of you arrived upon Capitol Park five past two in the morning. Your long black coat was billowing in the wind as you crouched on the edge of the building and looked down at the park. There were dozens of androids running around the park.

The front of the Cyberlife store was destroyed with a construction truck idle inside of it. “If you are in fact wondering, security alarms to the store were cut, DPD drone destroyed, and road blocked making all autonomous vehicles reroute to go around the park.” James said in your ear. You stayed quiet, feeling the buzz of the small electronic piece in your ear as he spoke. Markus was smart you’d give him that. “He’s smart, made sure no one would see what they’re doing.” You said aloud. Sara nodded and narrowed her hazel eyes as she scanned each and every android scurrying about below. There was suddenly a burst of red smoke from below that caught your eye.

Snow was falling from the heavy grey clouds above as you and Sara climbed down to ground level. Your friend immediately drew her gun keeping it steady as the two of you moved past the busy androids. Some of them stopped what they were doing; LED’s turning red in alarm. Then you saw him. The famed deviant leader himself was standing in the middle of the blocked road with red smoke from the smoke bomb flooding the area behind him. “Markus!” Your eyes darted to the female a little ways away. Her voice was loud and her eyes were on the two of you. It seemed to catch his attention as he slowly turned to face you.

It was strange seeing him face to face. Until now you’ve only seen images of his face when it was broadcasted all over Stratford Tower the other day. Now here he stood heterochromatic eyes and all. “Who are you and what do you want?” he asked, his voice carrying over the organized chaos around you. There was no doubt in your mind that the police would be here soon. You straightened your posture and took a step towards him, hands clasped behind your back. That woman who called out his name ran over and halted when she was next to him. “I’m just a person who is fighting the same cause.” You answered after a moment of utter silence.

“I’m also the leader of a group that is quite similar to yours. We’ve been watching and now I’m here to see what your intentions are.”

“My intentions, my intentions for what?”

Sara scoffed; you could hear her from behind you. It was bitter cold outside and this icy conversation wasn’t helping the chills currently wracking your body. “Your intentions for this revolution that you’ve started. I had my own plans on how to go about this all but you screwed it to pieces when you pulled that stupid stunt at the tower.” You growled. This was it. This was all your pent up rage from today’s events beginning to spew out. “Markus she’s a human we can’t trust her.” The woman next to him said. She was speaking as if you weren’t standing in front of her.

Nonetheless, you continued and took another step towards the famed deviant leader until you were chest to chest. “Like hell you can’t trust her, she’s done more than you probably ever have.” Sara retorted to the redheaded woman. The deadly look the redhead gave both you and Sara was all she was willing to do. Then again, Sara did have a gun drawn and ready to fire if necessary at any moment. Before any other word could be spoken a drone suddenly flew overhead causing a number of androids to begin to run.

The cops were coming they all needed to leave if they wanted to stay alive. You knew what the cops would do if they found one deviant let alone more than a dozen or so. Your brain suddenly flipped and changed to worried-leader. “You all need to leave now or you’ll be killed.” You said gripping Markus’s forearm to gain his attention. He looked back to you and gave a curt nod before sending out a message. Everyone then started to run leaving just you, Sara, and Markus in the middle of Capitol Park. “Look, I just came here to hopefully start an alliance.” You said sincerely.

Markus went to speak when a number of loud ‘pops’ echoed in the park. Your head turned and you looked down the road behind you. The deviant leader brushed past you and ran you and Sara quickly following behind. The gun fire ceased after the first few shots leaving the park in an eerie silence. You halted and slightly skidded along the snow covered road and looked ahead. “This is bad.” You heard Sara say from behind you. Slowly the three of you turned the corner at the end of the street. You gasped and brought your hand to cover your mouth as you looked at the trail of bodies lying on the road.

There were at least six dead androids, electricity sparking from the exposed circuitry and Thirium gushing from the holes covering their bodies. You looked to Sara whose lips were slightly parted and hazel eyes wide as her gaze darted quickly back and forth between the bodies. Up a head you saw the redhead from earlier on her knees crouched in front of an android that looked identical to her. You could see the artificial tears running down her pale cheeks as she stared down at what could have been her twin. You’ve seen androids like her before, WR400 model that were typically found in the Eden Club.

You watched Markus approach her sliding up to her on his knees and grabbing her by the shoulder; you were too distracted by the number of dead bodies to listen to what they were saying. Once again it felt like an invisible hand was tightening its grip around your heart. You physically hurt for these poor androids that were shot down, slaughtered like animals. When you looked back ahead Markus and that woman were gone and actually by the crowd of androids up ahead. You reached them just in time to see Markus be handed a hand gun.

Two police officers were on their knees with their hands behind their heads whimpering. They were pleading for their lives, sniffling and crying. The red and blue lights of the police cruiser were blinding as you raised your arm to cover your eyes as you pushed through the crowd of androids. They were all demanding justice, calling out for murder. You pulled the hood up on your cloak-like jacket; the officers would surely recognize you otherwise. Markus looked troubled as he pointed the hand gun between the two quivering police officers. Before he decided on the more violent choice you put your hand over the gun. His eyes darted to the side as soon as he felt your fingers brushed against his hand.

You were a peculiar individual to him. He had only met you mere minutes ago yet the sight of you physically calmed his flare of emotions. It was like you doused the wild fire of crazy emotions inside of him. “Don’t do this Markus. I know you don’t know me and I barely know you but please – don’t do this. It will only make things worse.” You whispered, the hot air leaving your mouth in puffs of hot steam. Your eyes quickly darted to Sara who stood behind him with her gun poised at his legs. “Markus please.” You pleaded quietly. It wasn’t like you to usually plead but you thought you needed to take a different approach.

You were a strong leader that no one wanted to get on the bad side of. Right now you were maybe showing too much of your soft side. “You’re right. An eye for an eye and the world goes blind.” He whispers, mostly to himself. You released your hand from the hold on the gun and let him hand the gun off to a nearby android. You motioned with your free hand for Sara to stand down which she did immediately. “We won’t punish a crime with another crime.” He said, this time louder. You nodded to your friend and as the deviant leader turned around to walk away she grabbed his wrist. Sara’s dark skin peeled away revealing the plastic white underneath as she forced an interface with him giving him the location to your groups’ hideout.

Sara pulled her hand away letting the dark synthetic skin slide back into place over her exposed plastic shell of her hand. While Markus stood there processing the new information that was just forced into his mind the two of you disappeared. He would meet up with you when he was ready, hopefully he wouldn’t do anything stupid until then. A secret part of you was hoping that he would contact you soon.

A/N: Should I make a part 2? I know the reader didn’t interact with Markus a lot in this but surely they would interact WAY more if I did another part.

#detroit become human #detroit: become human #DBH #dbh markus #dbh rk200 #dbh fanfic #dbh markus x reader #markus x reader

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americaswritings · 6 years

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Broken | Part 2

Warnings: angst, heartbreak

Prompt: “Sometimes things must break in order for the wishes we’ve longed for the most to come true”

Summary: Reader likes Peter, but he likes Liz

Words: 1.5k

Pairings: Peter x reader

A/N: This is written for @barnesrogersvstheworld writing challenge! I completely forgot to say this, but congrats to 1k followers!! 💖💖

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Peter still couldn’t believe that he had lost you. After everything you had been through together, one afternoon and a few words had destroyed your amazing friendship.

At least he still had Ned and aunt May to distract him, but he saw you everyday, struggling to go through it all on your own.

Dark bags were visible under your eyes and it broke his heart all over again to see you walking through the school alone and eating your lunch without anyone sitting at your table.

Ned had to hold him back from just walking over to you more than once, but deep down Peter knew that this was what you wanted.

You needed time and he would give you as much as it required, even if he missed you like crazy.

He was just afraid that it meant forever.

Oh, how he just wanted to hug you when he saw you walking through the school with your head hanging low.

A week after the event May had set Peter down, demanding that he had to tell her what had happened. As much as she wanted to stay out of it for Peters sake, she knew that whatever had happened had to be awful or else you would have already made up.

“I am worried for you and (y/n). You seemed to have so much fun when I came. What happened?”

Peter sighed, kicking off his shoes. He didn’t want to have this conversation. It was embarassing for both of you and he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t break into tears again.

He felt like he had lost you forever and it was killing him.

“I don’t really want to talk about it now”, he tried to brush her off, but May wouldn’t get rid of it that easily.

“But you will talk about it. So sit down and get comfortable.”

Peter knew that it would only cause him more trouble to protest so he let himself sink onto the couch.

“I assume you haven’t talked to (y/n) since the incident”, May began and he nodded. “Can you tell me what got both of you so upset?”, she requested and he saw that she only wanted to help.

If he would snap at her it wouldn’t help any of them. So he sighed and told her the most relevant details, leaving out what he felt would be even more embarassing for you.

May nodded once in a while and Peter actually felt like a burden was taken off his shoulders after he had finished.

“I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t know what to do”, he ended in a desperate tone, glancing to May for an answer.

Her face was blank, but she seemed deep in thought. “Have you ever really thought about your feelings for her?”, she asked, which caught Peter off-guard.

“What do you mean?”, he wondered. “She’s my best friend.”

“But have you ever thought that maybe she is more than that? Have you ever gave the thought a chance that maybe you like her too?”, May continued.

He shook his head. This was ridiculous. He wasn’t in love with (y/n), was he? “There is Liz”, he argured instead.

“So if you had to choose, who you couldn’t live without. Would you pick Liz or (y/n)?”, May asked him and he shifted uncomfortably.

The answer seemed easy.

Was May really trying to convince him that he had feelings for you, his best friend? That was impossible, he knew you since first grade!

And he had a crush on Liz for ages.

“What’s the point of this?”, he snorted, standing up from the couch. “Why do you want to convince me that I have feelings for (y/n)? She’s my best friend!”

Peter had grown angry. He had hoped for actual advice from his aunt, not these weird questions, which confused him even more.

“Because I know you, Peter”, May tried to calm him.

“I see the way you look at her and how close you are. I hear you talking about her and I know that you would do anything to make her smile right now”, she stated and the anger vanished.

Instead he felt even more confused.

Of course he would want you to smile. He loved the way your eyes lit up and how the happiness was radiating off from you, making him smile too.

But what did May mean? The way he looked at you? The way he talked about you? How close you were? That’s what best friends do, right?

It was normal.

“No we’re-”, he stuttered, but May silenced him.

“Yes, I know you’re best friends, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be more. Friendship is in most of the times the perfect base for a relationship.

Perhaps you should stop telling yourself that (y/n)’s just a friend to you and realize how much she really means to you.”

Peter felt his stomach twist.

After you had told him about your crush on him he had been constantly thinking about you.

Your confession had hit him completely unexpected and unprepared. Not even in a million years he would have come to the conclusion that you could have feelings for him, Peter Parker.

It seemed odd, but sometimes he felt like you were better than him. A better person.

You were always kind and humble, even to people you couldn’t stand.

He admired that in you, but it also scared him. Compared to you he had so many flaws while you seemed perfect.

Deep inside he knew that you weren’t, he had seen you break in front of him multiple times, but he tend to forget that.

How couldn’t he, were you always overwhelming in everything you did.

But then he remembered the afternoon again.

Your broken expression and the tears in your beautiful eyes. He had rejected you. He had caused that reaction of you.

It had been his first instinct to turn you down. Didn’t people always say follow your first instinct?

But what if he had just panicked, acted under pressure? What if May was right and he hadn’t even given you a chance?

He felt swammped with feelings. Despair, confusion, hope, anger, worry- all of his emotions mixed into a complete mess.

This whole conversation was supposed to bring light into the darkness, but instead it confused him even more.

“But Liz”, he tried again and May smirked. “You really don’t want to believe me, do you? I know I’m old, but you can trust my observations”, she chuckled, standing up to prepare dinner.

“Have you ever thought that she might be your excuse to not listen to your feelings? She might be pretty, but have you seen (y/n) in that red sweater? She looks gorgeous in it!”

“She really does”, Peter mumbled, before realizing what had just slipped out of his mouth.

“God, I hate you”, he told May before walking into his room. “I love you too!”, she replied with a laugh.

Peter just wanted to return home from one of his spiderman missions when an idea popped into his head.

Since the talk to his aunt a week ago he was thinking about his feelings non-stop. It all didn’t make sense to him, but he needed to figure them out for both your sakes.

So he tried to concentrate on the situations which first came into his mind.

He could still clearly remember when you had watched a baseball game together. He had gone to buy a cola and when he returned he saw that you weren’t alone anymore.

Two guys had sat down next to you, obviously flirting with you. He couldn’t blame them, after all you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen so it just made sense that guys payed attention to you.

But it still made him furious.

He had walked over as quickly as possible, the rage giving him enough confidence to confront the guys.

“Excuse me!”, he demanded to get their attention. “She is with someone already!”

He could still remember your surprised gaze as well as the blush, which filled your cheeks after the guys had left.

He also remembered when he had seen you dressed for a party. How time had stopped when you walked down the stairs, looking like an angel.

But he was just being a supportive friend, wasn’t he?

Peter swung through the city, the darkness around him covering up his moves. Finally he reached the small building, landing on the roof at the opposite side.

He took his mask off and just sat there, watching the light illuminating your room.

He couldn’t remember how much time had passed, but eventually he saw a figure walking over to the window.

It was you, leaning out to breath the night air one more time before closing the window.

Peter just froze on the roof, praying that you wouldn’t see him.

To his luck you didn’t and returned back into your room, the light dying down soon after.

Peter still stayed there for a while, wondering how his life had been flipped upside down in only two weeks.

How could he tell you about his feelings when he didn’t even knew himself what they meant?

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